Chapter 20: Fuck You, Dumbledore

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Everyone stopped what they were doing, and just froze for a second. Dumbledore and his Order marched in like they owned the place and tried to surround the groups, but there were fewer than the other groups, so they couldn't. They looked ridiculous trying to cover all of them, it was five to one, on the opposite side.

Amelia went to Harry and Tom, with her Aurors, and were just assessing what was going on. She didn't have her wand pointed at anyone, but it was at the ready.

"Stop what?" asked Harry as he looked around in confusion. There wasn't any fighting going on. Tom was still hanging on the gravestone. Hermione was standing there, looking like she was ready to cry. Not that she was a damsel in distress or anything she had just cast the Killing Curse. She wasn't sure the pardon would hold up and she didn't trust Dumbledore at all.

"I proclaim you Dark Lords," said Dumbledore, triumphantly holding up his fingers as if he had just caught them red-handedly.

"How are you going to do that?" inquired Harry, still unsure what the man was going on about. "You're not in charge." He glared at the old man and all but snarled like a dog trapped in a corner.

"Because you used dark magic," said the old man, looking at the gnome-like dead man in the middle of the graveyard. "Just look at this man, he is the Dark Lord resurrected. That was from dark magic."

"Yeah, but I didn't do it," said Harry, folding his arms over his chest like a sulking child. "He did that to himself. Ask Peter over there." He pointed to the bleeding man, laying a few feet away.

"Then who casts the Killing Curse?" asked the old man. "We know it was cast, we detected it."

"That would be me," said Hermione, lifting her chin in the air. "And I have a pardon" She reminded him, getting her pardon out and handing them to Amelia Bones. "Well, I cast the curse, Pettigrew's the one who did the dark magic. You'll have to arrest him." This was not a stupid girl; she would defect attention in any manner she could.

Madam Bones looked the pardon over, nodding her head in all the correct places, and said, "That she does. I can't arrest her. She has a pardon. Aurors, arrest Pettigrew," she demanded, pointing at the sniveling man with the one arm who was almost passed out from blood lost.

Her men surrounded the man as he laid there on the ground. One of them went up to him and put a tourniquet on his arm. "We'll need to get him to a healer soon, ma'am. He's lost a lot of blood."

"Give him a Blood Replenishing Potion," she said, not wanting to lose the man too soon. That, and this meant that Sirius Black was innocent of at least one crime. This would put the kneazle among the nifflers. Harry Potter might sue the ministry.

"Yes, ma'am," said the Auror and he did just that.

"What will we do with these men?" asked one of her men, indicating the five men who were still standing in the middle of the groups with their hands raised in the air, looking like they had no idea what was going on.

"Who are you and why are you here?" asked Amelia, even though she was unsure as to what was going on as well. She only had Dumbledore's word as to what the Merlin's hell what was going on. And she didn't trust him either.

"They're the Dark Lords minions. They're Death Eaters," said Harry, giggling like a fool. "They haven't really done anything. They just kind of showed up just in time to watch me toy with their Dark Lord." He's started laughing as he remembered the little gnome-like man just get played with. These poor sods just stood there like prats and did nothing to help their 'lord'.

"Let them go," she told her Aurors. "Who is the one who killed… whatever this is?" Madame Bones asked, pointing to the gnome-like man in the middle of the center of the graveyard.

"I did," said Hermione, no longer looking like she was about to cry.

"You did, young lady?" asked Dumbledore, incredulously. As if he didn't believe it for a minute. He was so sure the prophecy was in play, that only Harry Potter could kill the Dark Lord. There was no way that this strip of a girl would be the one to deal the killing blow. He would not believe it.

"Yes, I did. Look at him. He was dying. I put him out of his misery," she stated, pointing to the man. "Besides, Harry was just teasing him. It was disgusting the way they were going about it."

"I don't believe you," said the old man, running his hand down his beard in a knowing fashion.

"That's not my problem, that's a you problem," she said, lifting her nose into the air. She then turned her back on the man and turned to Amelia Bones to discuss the problem with her. "I'm telling you, Madam, it was me that cast the curse and not Harry nor Tom."

"Can anybody verify this?" Dumbledore asked, rolling over her voice, hoping beyond hope that nobody would confirm it.

Everybody that had been there raised their hands to attest to the fact that they saw Hermione cast the Killing Curse. Except Tom, because he was still attached to the gravestone. "Of course we saw it, Dumbledore," he said instead.

"It seems you're out voted there, Headmaster. I have no choice but to take their word for it," said Amelia, jotting it all down in a notebook. "As for you, young lady, casting a Killing Curse is an Azkaban offense. However, you do have a pardon and it's a good thing that you do, or you'd be headed straight for jail." Not that she wanted to throw a fifteen-year-old in prison. But she did want to scare her into not doing it again.

"Yes, ma'am. I understand that, ma'am, and if it wasn't a Dark Lord I'd never would have cast it," Hermione said, wringing her hands.

"Don't ever let me catch you casting that curse again," the head of the DMLE said.

"No, ma'am. Never again, ma'am," the young girl said, nodding her head vigorously. Inwardly she was glad that Harry had gotten her that pardon.

"By the way, Dumbledore, where's my invisibility cloak?" asked Harry, wanting to change the subject away from Hermione's Killing Curse.

"Well, you see, um," said Dumbledore. "Now is not the time for that question," he said. "What must be established is who cast the Killing Curse?" He deflected once more, turning the question back to who casts the Killing Curse. He was sure it was Harry and not the young woman.

"We already told you that Hermione did it," Harry said, all but stamping his foot in frustration. "Did you not just hear Madam Bones giving her a dressing down about it? Have you gone senile?"

"Can somebody please untie me?" said Tom a bit more loudly this time, getting very frustrated that he was still tied to the bloody headstone. "You there," he said to one of his minions, "get over here and untie me now." He couldn't believe that his minions had left him tied to this headstone all this time.

Five of his minions startled drastically and then went immediately to get their master untied from the gravestone, but they had to stop when…

"Oh, right, sorry," said Harry, waving his hand and untying his friend Tom. He looked sheepish at the manner that he had left him sitting there.

"I didn't get to kill anybody," said the mini Dark Lord, rubbing his wrist where the ropes had rubbed them raw. He's just feeling left out and beyond frustrated. He had wanted to kill his elder self, or at least one of the minions that had crossed over, but none of them had. They had all stayed loyal to him, and he was kind of proud in a way, but again, disappointed.

"Right, all that practicing with guns and we didn't even get to use them. Kind of pointless, really," the younger teen said, snapping his fingers as if he had wasted all that time and money for nothing. He had had daydreams where he had put a bullet right through Voldemort's head and now it was all gone.

"We could always shoot Dumbledore. He's being a right idiot," Tom suggested, looking at Dumbledore pointedly. Unlike Harry, his dreams have always been Dumbledore's head. That man had been a thorn in his side as long as he could remember. Ever since he was eleven years old, and that old man had pretended to catch his wardrobe on fire. Ever since they've met, he hated Dumbledore.

"I think they'd hang us for that," Harry said with a sigh of disappointment. He sighed again and eyed Amelia Bones and her Aurors.

"Oh well, we can save them for the next war," the mini Dark Lords suggested. He figured he'd arm his minions with them by then. He'd have to get the name of Harry's arms dealer.

"By that time, they'll have made them illegal in the magical world," Harry pointed out. "Then again, if we don't tell anybody, perhaps not." They hadn't used them on anybody, so there was no way anybody would make them legal, or illegal as the case may be.

"I'm a Dark Lord," Tom said, looking at him with something akin to disappointment. That, and he was in charge of the Wizengamot. Well, most of it. He'd make sure the guns stayed legal in the magical world. He would just keep making them think that it was foolish muggle things that they didn't have to worry about.

"Oh, right, you don't care about illegal," Harry said with a bit of a chuckle.

"Damn straight." Tom looked around the graveyard, bored by this time. There was no fighting to be had, no injustice to carry out. He was just bored. Though he was keeping a wary eye on Dumbledore. Who knew what that man would try to pull next.

"Anyway, where's my money and my invisibility cloak, Dumbledore," the youngest teenager said, looking at the headmaster expectantly. "I've killed your Dark Lord and now I want my money." He was going to milk this man for everything he had. He felt it was his due.

"I am not paying you," said Dumbledore, looking down his nose at the young man. According to the young girl, he hadn't killed anyone.

"I've got a contract," said Harry, holding up said contract that he had pulled out of his pocket. He made sure to keep that contract with him everywhere he went just in case something like this happened.

"Ah, but you have not fulfilled it," the old man stated, looking over his half-moon spectacles at the young man.

"Yes, I have. I've gotten rid of both of your Dark Lords. This one's working for the good of society. This one's dead," Harry said, first pointing at Tom and then pointing at the shriveled old gnome laying in the graveyard. "Therefore, fulfilling the contract." There was no way he was going to let the headmaster weasel out of this one.

"Ah, but you did not kill him, your subordinate did," the headmaster stated as if that changed everything.

"She was working for me. It's in my contract," the teen pointed out, reading the parchment looking for the correct paragraph.

"No, it is not," Albus stated, a frown creased his face. He didn't remember that being part of the contract. He knew he didn't add it.

"Yes, it is. I made sure of it. I had Waters look over it," Harry stated, finally finding the paragraph that he wanted and showing it to the man. He then pointed it out to Dumbledore and Amelia, making sure that they both knew it was right there, in the contract.

"I still say I am not paying you," said the old man, being the stubborn man that he was. He was not used to taking orders from teenagers.

"I'll see you in front of the Wizengamot," Harry stated. He had a contract. It was ironclad. There was no way Dumbledore was getting out of this.

"I'm the head of the Wizengamot," Albus Dumbledore stated in a condescending manner.

This made quite a few people there in the graveyard bristle. There were quite a few dark factions there, and Amelia Bones, who was the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. To hear the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot say something so… headstrong, was just wrong.

"No, I am," said the now only Dark Lord, standing to his full height, which was not quite as tall as Dumbledore, but wasn't quite short either. "Well, I control most of them anyway."

"Now see here," said Dumbledore, looming over the teen, "I am the Chief Warlock." As if that made a difference.

"And I am the Dark Lord. I am in control of the dark faction of the Wizengamot. You will give Harry his money and his invisibility cloak, or I'll see you in jail," Tom stated menacingly. He didn't like how Dumbledore was playing this. And while he wasn't throwing them in jail for being dark Wizards, mostly because Amelia Bones wasn't playing on his side, he was not paying Harry. For that, the man would pay one way or the other.

"You cannot threaten me," the headmaster said, standing to his full height. There was no twinkle to be seen in his eye right now. He not only had one teenager standing up to him, he had three. Though, Tom could be seen as an adult, really. He was nineteen.

"I believe I just did," Tom said, looking up at the man with no fear in his eyes. He had not been idle in the time that he had come back from the dead, from the diary really. He had been studying and practicing, and mostly the dark arts. His minions had been teaching him from their family libraries as well. That and, he had a gun in his pocket. He'd kill this pretentious arse if he had to.

"I will see you in court," Albus stated, looking down his nose at the young man. There was no doubt in his mind that he was the man in control of this conversation.

"You'll lose," the mini Dark Lord said just as convicted.

"We'll see who has the most power," Dumbledore said, folding his hands across his beard, standing back, looking as nonchalant as he possibly could.

"Yes, we will."

"Until then."

"Until then," Tom agreed.

With that, Dumbledore left. He didn't even take his Order members with him. Remus Lupin and those of that ilk were stuck standing in the graveyard wondering what to do. They still had their wands pointed at the group as if they were in charge until Amelia said, "Put those away, you idiots. You're not in charge here. Go home."

"Ha ha," said Harry, laughing his arse off. "You got told. Do you even have a home to go home to, Mr. Lupin?"

"Shut up, Harry," Remus said, glaring at the young man.

"I'll take that as a no, you lazy werewolf," Harry said, still laughing. "What are you doing? Bumming off somebody else's couch? You have money, I don't understand why you don't use it."

"You have money?" asked a pink-haired woman, turning on the werewolf as if she had just been affronted.

"Well, yes," said Lupin, looking embarrassed.

"I thought you told me you had nowhere to go," the pink-haired woman said, looking angry.

"Is that what he told you? He was left thousands of dollars in my godfather's will. Hundreds of thousands of dollars. He has tons of money," Harry said, looking to stir up trouble.

"You arsehole, get the hell out of my house and go find yourself a place to live," the woman said, stomping off into a different direction.

"You little… Why did you have to go and do that?" the werewolf said, looking as if he was going to strangle Harry.

"Because you're a low down, no good lazy motherfucker," Harry stated with a smug look on his face.

"As fun as all this is," said Amelia, "we really need to get out of this graveyard before the muggles come." She didn't want to be here when the locals came to see what all the noise was about. They'd come at dawn, at the earliest.

"Oh, right," said Tom as he started snapping his fingers and pointing at people to get things done.

"Wait, you can't disturb the crime scene," Bones said, so she too started snapping her fingers and pointing at people to get things done.

Suddenly everything was a hustle of activity as people started picking things up, logging things and generally getting the area cleared up. It was only a matter of minutes with magic where everything was taken care of and it looked as if nobody had ever been there.

"I've sent everybody home," said Harry when it was just he, Hermione, Tom and Amelia Bones standing in the graveyard.

"Yeah, me too," said Tom, casually standing there with his hands in his robe pockets. "Only mine went to our meeting place." He wanted to give his people a debriefing and give them praise for a not going to the other side. He might actually have to do something nice for them.

"I want you to make sure that all of your 'minions' are around for questioning," said Amelia, still making notes in her notebook.

"Don't worry, I will," said both of them. They then looked at each other and grinned.

"As for you, young lady, I'm going to emphasize once again that you are not to go around casting the Killing Curse," she stated in a firm voice.

"Yes, ma'am. I understand, ma'am," said Hermione, and while her eyes looked contrite, there was a firmness in her voice. She cursed herself, thinking that perhaps she should have used another way for killing the Dark Lord because this was going to come back and haunt her for the rest of her life. She was going to be known as that girl who got away with using the Killing Curse. She didn't know if this was a good thing or not.

"Well, I'm off," said Amelia. "You three, behave yourselves." And with that, she disappeared.

"Not bloody likely," said Harry as he blew out a breath.

"Too right," said Tom. He didn't feel like behaving himself any more than Harry did.

"Too right," said Hermione. She was just doubly glad she was not on her way to Azkaban.

"Let's get out of here and go blow some shite up," Harry said, making his way to the warehouse.

"You two go. It's been a long day for me. I just want to go home and take a hot bath," said Hermione, lifting her arms above her head, making a big stretch, which Harry very much appreciated.

"All right, Hermione, you go relax. We'll go do manly shite and blow shite up," Harry said, finally taking his eyes off her chest.

"Quit looking at my chest," she said, giving him an impish grin.

"Both of you quit acting like teenagers," said Tom, though he had to admit he was appreciating the view too. The bushy-haired teenager was growing into being quite the attractive young woman. She was only fifteen now, but she was getting older.

"Like you weren't looking," said Hermione, giving him the Cheshire grin.

That caused the mini Dark Lord to blush.

"Is Tommy-boy blushing?" Harry taunted.

"Shut it, you. I'm a Dark Lord. I don't blush." With that, he turned his head and disappeared.

"Anyway, I'm going home. You boys have fun blowing stuff up," the young woman said, leaning over and giving her friend a hug.

"All right, you relax, don't think about what you did today. He was a Dark Lord and needed to die. But if you need to talk, then come see me or find somebody else to talk to," Harry said, returning her hug. He wasn't touchy feely, but he knew she had just killed somebody, even if he was not quite human.

"Don't worry, I will."

"See ya, Hermione."

"See ya, Harry."

The two of them went their separate ways and Harry went to the warehouse to blow shite up.