Narcissia stepped aside as her niece fell out of the Floo. "Really Dear. We have to get that under control."
Just as Tonks rolled over to glare at her Aunt… Harry shot out of the fireplace and landed in her cleavage… again.
Picking his head up, "Auror Tonks. We have to stop meeting like this. What will my Witches think?"
"That they wish they could be so lucky as to be in my position?" Dora grinned at him.
Harry nodded as he carefully picked himself up. "Or mine. Between the Hufflepuff and the Swot… I am afraid to give it much thought." He offered her his hand again. "Kreature," he turned to look down at the Elf at his knee. "Please accompany Madam Black to her chambers and assist her with her packing. Send her to Madam Walburgna's Chambers."
Narcissia called for three more Elves, all female, to aid the moving of everything remotely Black in origin to either the Townhouse or the Black Vaults.
"Mister Potter. If you happen to trip and fall through the floor of the Drawing room…" the lady exited the entrance parlour. "My Husband is at the Nott's and Draco is at the Goyle's"
Turning to Tonks, and following her to the Drawing Room, Harry shook his head. "I don't know which side Draco is playing for. Between the time he struts around the school with Crabbe and Goyle, his constant hounding me and the way he is always leering at Greengrass…" he shakes his head and draws his Yew Wand.
[Bombarda Maximus]
The floor… imploded is the best description. It triggered a chain reaction and the catacomb chamber under the floor was rocked by explosion after explosion.
"Oh Shit." Harry looked up from where Tonks had tackled him as his spell hit the concealed trapdoor. "Okay… Maximus was too much."
"Good news." Narcissia stood behind them, "Everything but Lucius's Gold Reserves has been packed and shipped. Including all my jewelry, Black and Malfoy." She frowned at the Lad as he stood up again "Bad news. The Gold was down there."
"Yes." Tonks climbed Harry and stared down the hole. "Was. The chain reaction has completely disrupted all signs of his magic."
"why am I always finding you on top of one another?" Cissi smirked.
"Your timing sucks?" Harry offered.
Tonks swatted his head again.
"So… Fudge?" Harry grinned at the witches.
"Confection or Politician?" Tonks asked.
Harry thought for a minute. "Yes. Three jumps. Meet me at the Three Broomsticks in half an hour. And Ladies…" He stepped back from them, "It has been a blast."
He twisted out of the Manor… ripping through the Wards from the inside.
"I swear if I wasn't married I would tie him to his bed and ride him until I pass out on top of him." She grinned at her niece. "He has more Power than Brains."
"Auntie, next week, you won't be." Tonks licked her lips. "Besides, he is younger than your son." And the metamorphmagus twisted away into the void.
"Like I said. More Power than Brains." Narcissia spoke to the air. She approached the Floo. A pinch of powder… "Ministry, Auror Bullpen." As the flames turned green, she stuck her head in. "You there. Do you know who I am? Who my Husband is?" Narcissia looked over her shoulder, "Someone has breached the Wards and is Searching the House. You will Hel…" she jerked back and twisted into the void.
POMP
Amelia Bones, Director of Magical Law Enforcement, stood in the Entrance Parlour of Malfoy Manor.
Three full squads of Aurors had stormed the Manor just after the woman called and was taken.
They found the house stripped of most of its valuables and a burning chamber under the Drawing Room.
There was no sign of Narcissia or the Elves.
"What do you think you are doing here?" Lucius stepped out of the fireplace behind her.
"Your Wife called. Demanded Assistance." Ame smiled at the man. "As the Advisor to the Minister, are you saying that we should ignore your wife calling for help?"
Lucius just glared at her.
"Well we are about done." Connie Hammer reported as she approached from the Drawing Room area "The only place we have yet to search is the Drawing Room."
"EVERYONE OUT! NOW!" Lucius roared. "Family Magic."
"You heard him, everyone. Return to the Office and dispose of your notes." Connie called out. Malfoy has enacted the Twenty Ninth."
Almost as one, every red robe vanished with a crack.
"Lucius Malfoy. I leave this in your Hands. Good Day." Amelia joined them. Her last thoughts as she spun on her heel, 'And Now he can't sue for losses. What game are you playing Cissi?'
POMP
Remus walked the Grim up the Steps to the Bank. At the top of the steps, Padfoot sat as thumped his tail.
"He wants to scare them again." One Guard smirked. "Give me a minute." He stepped inside and made a hand sign. The hand sign was passed up the line, before the Head Teller signaled 'permission granted'.
The Guard returned to his post. "Proceed."
Lupin, frowning, had loosened his grip on the lead. When given permission, Padfoot lunged into the lobby of the Bank … barking and howling for all he was worth.
The screaming and self watering brought a grin to every nom human in the room.
As everyone had dove for cover Lupin was free to walk up to the closest Teller. "Black to see Ashraq, please." A thumb jerked towards the back of the Lobby.
"Attention." The Head Teller stood tall at his station. "A three minute grace is given for wand use to freshen up after the Grim Attack."
Five minutes later Remus was being escorted into an office where a goblin in a tweed suit glared from his books.
Padfoot morphed into Sirius. "I am declaring the Black/Malfoy contract void. Narcissia has petitioned her Lord for intervention. She has been granted her petition. Our Heir is escorting her to claim everything even remotely related to Black. Please process the Contract Recall and Retraction Protocols."
Ashraq wrote a few notes in the Ledger. "Is that all?"
"Unless my Senior Account Manager has anything else…"
"Senior?"
"Between the C.R.R.P. of two Contracts, the Loan Recalls and our Heir's drive to return our House to Glory and Greatness… If you were to take a Junior or two…"
The bald head nodded. "Will take that under advisement."
"As my Heir says, The Gold must Flow."
"The Gold must Flow."
Once again a Grim, Padfoot walked calmly out of the Office and out of the Bank.
Just off the steps, a tweed version of Malfoy in an Auror robes strutted up. "Do you have the paperwork for that Beast?"
"No Sir. My Lord Potter has it. I was just finishing my Steward Duties before heading home."
"Steward Duties?" Yaxley sneered. "You expect me to believe that Lord Potter would hire a werewolf?"
"Steward." A soft voice behind Yaxley spoke up. "Is there a Problem?"
Lupin's head rose as his spine stiffened. His Alpha was here and had his Back. "Sir. A little dog trying to mark the wall above his reach."
"What was that, you dirty Wolf!" Yaxley pounced at Remus… and landed on his back, the Grim's teeth around his throat.
Harry squatted down by the wizard's head. "Ah. Yaxley. Should have known that a hem-licker like you would be the cause of my troubles. First Umbridge tries to kill me, and now I find you harassing and threatening my Steward and Familiar. I do believe that I am within my rights to let Paddy here not let you kiss your Lord's Feet one last time before you cross over. You tell all your little friends," Harry tapped his left arm where the Dark Mark was, "I will return three and ten fold any attack on me and mine. Give my regards to Auntie Ami. Tell her I will be seeing her Saturday… unless another body drops."
Harry stood and turned away. "Heel."
Both the Grim and werewolf were at his heel as he walked towards the Leaky Cauldron.
"Morgana! If he weren't so young, I would jump him here in the street." One witch was heard whispering to her friend.
"If it weren't for this coresset, I would try for him anyway." Her friend hissed back.
Lupin and Harry made it to the Taproom before they broke.
"Hem-licker?"
"One of Tommy's Boys. He Backed Umbitch after the Ministry fell." Harry snarled. "I had hoped to catch you before you went home. I had an accident at Malfoy Manor. We are regrouping at the… " a pinch of powder, "Three Broomsticks!" He ducked into the floo.
Lupin exchanged looks with the Grim. "Accident? Dear Merlin, was anyone hurt?" A pinch and they joined the Alpha.
POMP
The five of them had retired to a private room in the Three Broomsticks for a filling dinner. Harry insisted that Kreature and the three new Black Elves join them for the meal.
"Unless we are Hosting, we have our meals together." Harry put his foot down. "It strengthens the bonds of the Family. The only reason I am not calling for the other two, is they are either chasing each other about the Townhouse or sleeping it off.
Harry Potter and Narcissia took turns telling their story, eating, and working on a letter to Barrel Fudge.
Lupin related the encounter in front of the Bank.
Narcissia frowned. "How did you know about Yaxley?"
"A Black Family secret. I will tell you when we get home." Harry looked at Dora. "Dora. Are you moving in too? And when?"
"Free room, Elf Laundry, and Elf cooking… I could get behind that." The Auror poked at her meal.
"Only if Master lets us." Kreature sneered from his spot beside Harry. "Won't let good hard working Elves do the Work."
The female Elves gasped.
"Makes Gampy Kreature sit beside him and do Nothing." Kreature sniffed. "Master knows how to punish Elves."
The female Elves raised their bat like ear flaps.
"Gampy?" One whispered.
"And He Punish Kreature and Kreature live?"
"Yes. Master is wicked" Kreature spoke with Pride. "Death is Quick, Clean, and Final. What Master did still hurts. Kreature not repeat that offense." He chuckled. "Kreature must find new Offenses."
"Why does that sound like the little blighter is plotting something." Nymphadora asked.
"Because he is." Sirius snarled from his seat as far from Kreature as he could get.
Kreature grinned.
"You saw the Ribbons." Remus smiled at the Auror.
"You mean the Elf did that?" Dora gasped.
"Yes." Harry glared at the pink haired Witch. "His name is Kreature and his title is Gampy. Please use one or the other." He turned to look at the three female elves. "Ladies, I recognise that Cissi brought you three to House Black, and as the Heir, my orders have some weight. May I have your names please."
"Kuppy." A female Dobby with her hair in a french braid. her dress a silk pillowcase that hung to her knees.
"Mippy." Wore a whimple, fashioned from a lace curtain. her dress was a silk sheet toga.
"Hatty." Her dress was made of an old black velvet curtain, worn in the Toga style, with the braided cord used as a belt.
"Thank you." Harry smiled. "I recognise that you are under Cissi's command. And as such it falls to her to enforce discipline. That said, Elves are Family. Some rules I must demand be followed. One, No punishing yourself. Two, no overworking yourself. Three, I know that you can't or won't take payment for services, so if there's anything you want or need, please tell us. The first two are so we can get the most, best work from our Elves. If you are harmed by self punishment, your work is diminished. If you don't get enough magic or rest, your work is diminished. And a happy Elf is a productive Elf. I finally got Dobby out of his pillowcase, by getting him to take my first year jersey instead. I am expecting Kreature to find something of Reggie's to fashion into something fit for a Gampy. You ladies are well dressed and fashionable. You are not hurt, and looking well rested. This speaks to Mistress's well handling of her Elves. Much better than Lucius and Dobby."
The Females just looked at him in surprise.
"How do you Punish misbehaving?" Cissi asked.
"Depends on the infraction. Last night, because Kreature landed three low strikes after I called Sirius out of his guard… Kreature was kept at my side until I turned in for the night. No work, no service, nothing."
The female Elves gasped and rushed to hug Cissi's legs in fear.
"And what did he get for the Ribbons?" Tonks raised her eyebrows.
"I praised his skill and style. Sirius loves a good prank. Some are not always in good taste. And usually there is some fallout. Moony was needing a Pack night, and so we had a puppy pile in the ballroom. Moony got to learn the scents of his pack… and Padfoot was caught out in the open… Kreature washed him, and styled his hair." Harry sipped his butterbeer. "What I did this morning was in bad taste. I used Fiji's Bark to awaken Padfoot."
"Fiji?" Cissi asked.
"Named for the big mountain in Japan."
Tonks snorted. "You mean Fuji. Fiji is an island in the Caribbean."
Harry looked at the guys. "You wrote the rules."
"We accept the correction." Lupin sighed.
Something hit Harry in the chest, before scrambling into his robes.
"Master protect Dobby."
TBC