"Why were you looking into the Heir?" the Director asked. "And why is this the first I am hearing about this?"

"Ask the Headmistress." Harry responded, "My Answer is: ask Albus."

"I think I will. Mister Potter, you will take me and Connie. Then I will need to speak with both you and Susan. Privately." She turned to look at Tonks. "Watch over Susan."

"Dobby." Harry turned his head. When the hyper excited Elf arrived. "Please escort Susan and Hermione to the classroom outside my quarters. Hermione will direct you in making it into a muggle sitting room. No one is to enter the office or quarters until I or my professors arrive."

Dobby squeaks in joy to be of service, and taking Susan's hand, led the way.

APLB

Minerva sighed as she collapsed into the throne-like chair behind the desk. Her eyes flickering across the items arranged about the office. Only the nic-naks on the shelf were missing.

The other Heads gathered around. A wave of her wand, and a chair appeared for each of them. A Queen Anne's chair sized for Olympia, a wingback chair for Karkaroff, and a Queen Victoria style loveseat for Black and Lupin.

"Please be seated," the Scot rubbed her face. Gathering her courage, she stood, raised her wand and Swore the Oath of Office for the Headmaster of Hogwarts. As she finished the Oath, she felt the wards fall across her shoulders like a heavy yet comfortable stole of Office.

"She used the old Oath." A witch in the Gallery Above rejoiced. "The old Oath has not been spoken in three hundred years!"

APLB

Harry guided the two Auror Witches up the stairs to the Headmaster's Office.

"So… You and Suzie? How long are you getting along?" the gray and braided haired Witch asked the Lad.

"She has imposed her Claim on me, as a Contracted Consort. She is the second to do so, but she is the first to claim Potter. The Others are claiming Black."

"And how many girls are claiming you?" The investigator pressed.

"That I know of…five…maybe six. We have been together for about a week. And other than that I can ask her to bypass the Headbastard, I know very little about her. But I look forward to correcting that oversight." Harry turned into the hallway to the 'Gargoyle'…

A wave of Magic passed through the School.

The Gargoyle (so named for the limited intelligence within the 'Living Stone' or rather 'Living Bronze') shimmered, melted and reformed as a Bast Sphinx or a winged cat sitting on its haunches.

"What is that?" The Director asked.

"That, Director, is proof that Hogwarts has a sense of humour. Albus and Dippet hid behind the School Familiar…, Fawkes. But McGonagall has done something that Hogwarts found impressive. We now face a perfect example of the Headmistress' personality. We have the Cat, the Sphinx, and a touch of the Lion. She has a picture of her on a broom in the Girls side of the locker rooms. Something about Taking the Cup five years in a row."

Harry reached out and stroked the nose of the cat. "Can you please alert the Headmistress that Potter is here to see her."

The Feli-sphinx turned to the side, revealing the stairs. As the three of them rode the stairs up, Harry tried to ignore the two witches behind him, giving him the Eye.

At the top of the Stairs, Harry knocked and entered.

The Heads were drinking. Karkaroff had a bottle of clear water like liquid and a jogger glass. Olympia had a wine glass the size of Harry's head, filled with a blood red liquid. Sirius held a short glass of shimmering amber.

McGonagall was drinking straight from a clay jar.

"Connie, Ami, I would offer you a drink but something tells me that you two are on the clock." McGonagall raised her jar in a salute. "Mister Potter, you have some explanations to share."

"Headmistress." Harry bowed his head. "When my name came out of the Goblet, I was touched by… Comic Aspects. I was given a mission or two. These Aspects opened the door for me to correct a few wrongs. The First… to clear the name of my Godfather." He locked eyes with Minerva. "My Sworn Godfather."

She grabbed her head. "I have apologized to Black already. That's why you felt completely safe requesting him to become your Headmaster."

"I am also tasked to remove from the Tapestry, two Wizards that have each caused more Harm in the last twenty years than any other ten wizards combined." Harry shifted his weight.

"Where did you get the staff?" Karkaroff sneered.

"My Defense Professor took me to get a bespoke wand. Blackthorn with an Occamy feather. The property of the Occamy allows for me to alter the size of the wand. Then both my Professors put me through the wringer in basic defense."

"Which Wand are you going to use in the Tournament?" Olympia spoke slowly and focused on her enunciation.

"I promised Holly she was my Wand for school studies and the Quests I handle as Heir Potter. The Battles I will face in the coming years will be handled with the Blackthorn."

"Battles?" Bones quirked her monocled eyebrow at the Lad.

"The last Dark Lord, one Tom Riddle, is not completely gone." A spark of insight flashed in his brain. His eyes locked on Karkaroff. "Show them. You have paid Society for your crimes, and I am the only person who can protect you."

Karkaroff slammed his jigger of 'water' and stood and rolled up his left sleeve. A skull with a snake tongue stood out just short of the elbow bend. It pulsed darker with each heartbeat. "How…"

"Tommy Boy created a soul slave bond with you. Similar to a Familiar bond. Because of His… studies into soul magic… the darker… the fouler side, when he attacked my parents and me, and his body lost cohesion, his soul remained. As Iong as his soul remains on this side of the Vail, the Branded are still chained to him. He is just too weak to demand anything. Those who are obeying him right now are so out of fear or loyalty to his former might." Harry placed his palm on the Headmaster's arm. "I can take it. But you will be mine."

"An oath that I am free from…"

"My only Command would be to play fair."

The Headmaster's hiss was heard by everyone in the office. "My Judgment will be fair."

Lupin spoke up. "A certain amount of cheating is expected. The limit is spelled out in the rules. I did a report on it for my History Mastery. Once Igor steps into the Judge's Box, The Command comes into play. Since Albus was in charge of the Tasks, and while we know that he would not have had any direct interference, he has people who would do it for him."

APLB

A slow motion at the corner of his eye drew Albus's attention. As Moody's Wand cleared his coat, The Boy was already moving.

A silent and still Binding Hex was thrown at the lad, as a button was banished shortly afterwards.

Harry, grabbing his Staff, dislodged the birds off his shoulders and they cried their distress before flashing into the rafters.

The Hex was returned with speed, as the button was banished at Albus. The Binder caught Moody dead center of the chest as the button slammed into the first chakra of the bearded former Headmaster.

Albus was caught flat footed as his pawn rose to the rank of knight.

Moody went down in a pile of limbs and leather cords.

Albus was not so lucky.

He just felt the hook and tug behind his navel.

The flash of blue and he found himself falling/ floating to the ground. He just barely got his feet moving enough to land lightly on his feet.

He looked about and saw that he was in a graveyard.

A tall Angel with Scythe loomed up behind him. Then he saw the name on the Stone under the Angel.

"Shit!"

He tried calling for Fawkes.

Nothing.

"Shit! Shit!"

He reached for the Wards.

Nothing but a void.

"Shit! shit! Shit!"

He turned on his heel and vanished just as a massive snake wearing a runed leather belt around her neck, rose from the grass behind the headstone.

APLB

Albus felt an impact and landed in the Loch.

He tried again to 'pop' over to the front doors of the castle, and skidded across the water ending out in the centre of the body of water.

He changed his landing point… and landed, soaked to the bone outside the Front Gate, only to be met by an Elf handing him a hamper basket like he was going on a picnic.

"Good Night Mister Whiskers." The Elf bowed and popped away.

Sighing, Albus pulled his old wand from his other wrist cuff. Waving it over himself, he dried out his robes. Collecting his hamper, he prepared to do the unthinkable.

Albus twisted one last time into the void.

Landing outside the Hogshead pub, he shambled inside.

"What did I say about you coming in here?" His younger brother sneered.

"That I had better be in real trouble. Not one of my Games." Albus set the hamper on the bar. "I have just been removed from office at Hogwarts. I need a place for the night. I was hoping for one of the rooms upstairs."

"That's the whole story?"

Albus sighed. "No. Potter has overthrown and moved against me. Riddle is stirring. I have lost the Elder Wand, to Potter, and to make Matters worse…Minerva has turned from me."

Abe shook his head. "Third door on the left. You have two nights, then you will owe me a favour for each night beyond." He slammed a key on the bar. "Meals and drinks are not included."

APLB

In his room. Albus sorted through his hamper. All he found was his wardrobe, his boots, and his lemon drops. None of the books he had collected. None of the Potter Watch items. None of the Pensive collection.

When he stopped to think why… a note appeared on the bottom of the Hamper.

Mister Dumbledore

You might be wondering why only your clothes, boots, and lemondrops were packed. The Books you hunted down, curated, and acquired were paid for by School Funds. The Potter Items exploded when He was named School Champion.

Fawkes bids you a peaceful life and a painless death in your time.

You are requested to pose for your Portrait. Hogwarts will pay for it, but if you don't, your wisdom will be lost to the sands of time.

This ends Hogwarts dealings with one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

PS: We are keeping the Dicto Quill.

Albus slumped on the end of the bed.

"Fuck!"

APLB

Harry sighed as he walked Padfoot, Lupin, and Bones to his apartment. Senior Auror Hammer had joined Senior Auror Shacklebolt in dragging the now identified Barty Crouch Jr. to the Cells under a Black Bag order. They would be collecting Senior in the morning.

Auror Retired Moody was under Poppy's care, and would take a month to get back on his foot. Lupin agreed to teach those who wanted to learn from him. Those who didn't would have self study in the library or Great Hall.

Harry was asked, by the Hat, to take the Sword of Gryffondor with him. It was his Badge of Office. The silver blade fit into a ruby studded scabbard. He slung it next to the Blackthorn wand on his left hip.

As they made the last turn the door swung open to reveal a mix of chairs, loveseats and plump pillow cushions. Tonks and Susan were lounging on two cushions in front of the fireplace, their backs to the flesh as Hermione was sprawled in a love seat, still in her half cat form, across an ornate coffee table from them. Daphne was sitting properly in an overstuffed wingback.

Tonks howled in laughter at something Susan said, when she saw Harry and her Boss approach. "Now, Hermione… you have been in the boys dorms… how would you describe Potter's body? You must have seen him undressed?"

"Not really." Hermione smiled sadly. "He always takes precautions to prevent people from seeing his back. I have seen his exposed chest and abs." She licked her lips, before purring and pulling on an ear as her tail flicked in an absent minded manner. "I can feel his muscles rippling when he hugs me back. What I have seen is the Cat's Meow." The girls giggle, Tonks being the only one to see Harry in the room. "I don't think he has a good life with his Aunt. He never hugs anyone, and prefers to not touch anyone excessively. He is always hyper aware and…"

Harry stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the kitty witch. "You just have to ask. I am always happy to hug my Pussy."

Hermione screamed and punched him in the face.

TBC