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WARNING: This chapter opens with a seen of a sexual nature.

Chapter 26

Hermione woke up after a few hours. At some point Harry had turned over so they were lying face to face.

Harry was still asleep. His face peaceful and at rest. He looked so natural and handsome. His hand had come to rest on her hip hers on his chest. She couldn't resist kissing him. First, she kissed his forehead, then his eye lids before finally his lips. Despite being asleep Harry kissed back. His eyes flickers open before closing again as the kiss deepened.

Hermione was invigorated. They had shared a few passionate embraces since returning to school, but they hadn't been able to be together like this since the night before they left her home. In a word Hermione was… Horney.

As the kiss deepened Hermione wrapped her leg around him, pulling herself as close to him as she could. Her hands began roaming over Harry's torso a loud moan escaped her throat as Harry began kissing her neck. Harry's hands had found their way up her t-shirt over her stomach and resting lightly on her breasts. Another loud moan escaped Hermione.

There was a soft pop as a house elf arrived.

"Winkey be's sorry to disturb." The Elf squeaked.

Harry dove across the bed away from Hermione he fell off the other side.

"Shit." Hermione groaned. "Hello Winkey."

"Winkey be leaving lunch in the common room." she said before popping away.

Hermione looked at Harry laying on the floor beet red.

"erm Hermione. Do you think you can give me a minute?" Harry asked embarrassed.

"Of Corse Harry." Hermione said. "we can continue this another time."

Minister Fudge was meeting with Umbridge for lunch in his office.

"It will take the IWC at least two weeks to respond to our request for investigative assistance." Fudge gloated.

"By which time all the Muggles will have been obliviated, so there will be nothing for them to dig up." Umbridge added.

"Exactly, Delores. No evidence, no crime. No crime, no problem." Fudge nodded.

"Now we can finally turn our attention to getting Dumbledore out of the IWC, and then away from Hogwarts." Umbridge cackled. "Then there will be order!"

There was a knock on the door and Percy came into the room with a sparrow hawk perched on his shoulder.

"What is the meaning of this Weatherby?" Umbridge demanded. "I told you we were not to be disturbed!"

"What is that bird on your shoulder lad?" Fudge asked. "Is that a kestrel?"

"Sparrow Hawk Minister." Percy shrugged. "It has a letter addressed to the Minister and it won't allow me to take it."

"Bring it hear then." Fudge sighed, a sinking feeling in his gut. He took the scroll from the bird and looked at the seal.

ICW DMLE

"That will be all Weatherby." Fudge said dismissing Percy. He waited for the red headed aid to leave before unrolling the scroll.

To: Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, Grate Briton
From: Inspector Maurice LaMarch, Chief of ICW DMLE
Subject: The sinking of the Bonga
CC: Albus Dumbledore, SMICW; Amelia Bones, Director DMLE UK

Dear Minister Fudge.

It is with grave concern I write to you today. I thank you for your letter referring to ICW aid in investigating the magical sinking of the Bonga container ship of the coast of the British Isles. As the vessel went down in international waters it is entirely appropriate that Grate Briton has sought the aid of the ICW in this matter.

However, given the severity of the situation I am circumventing usual protocol and assigning an investigative delegation headed by myself to assist your own auror force in the investigation of this tradagy.

It is the opinion of the ICW that the British Ministry of Magic has lost control of this volatile situation and has refused to investigate the possibility of a Dark Magic criminal organisation operating within your borders, as such, under article seventeen, subsection D paragraph iii of the Salam Accords the ICW will be sending an investigative committee under my own command to determine the validation of these suspicions.

Their fore the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is ordered to:

halt the memory modifications of muggles who are involved in the Bonga incident

ready any and all reports, statements and any other paper work related to the Dark Mark being sighted in the UK since the Quiddich World Cup last year

any records concerning the brake out of Convicted Death Eaters from Azkaban prison in recent months

The co-operation of the Ministry for Magic is Mandatory under the above Accords and any attempt to hide evidence from this committee will be considered a breach of international law and the perpetrator will risk prosecution under international law.

My delegation will arrive in the UK in two days, we would appreciate all staff involved in these investigations to be ready for debrief.

Yours

Inspector Maurice LaMarch

The Ministers face blanched and his Senior Undersecretary's face went beet red.

"Delores, please contact Amelia Bones. I want her in my office by the end of the day." Fudge ordered. "And if she had anything to do with this I will have her god damn hide!"

"Right away Minister." Umbridge nodded.

"I also want someone to reach out to Dumbledore. Tell him I will travel to Hogwarts at seven o'clock this evening and it is of the utmost importance I speak privately with him." Fudge continued. "He is our representative on the ICW as well as the Suprime Mugwamp, perhaps we can get him to stall, if not cancel this visit."

"Very good Minister. I will have Weatherby do that on my way out."

Umbridge quickly left the Ministers office, relayed his instructions to Percy then scurried to the lifts. How on earth had this happened?

Umbridge quickly hopped off the lift at the Department for the Control and regulation of Magical Creatures. She checked along the corridor before entering MacNair's office. Once inside the office, she quickly took to her knees and gave out a soft cough.

MacNair was stood with his back to her sharpening a scythe.

"Well?" He demanded.

"Forgive the intrusion Master." Umbridge whispered. "I thought you should know straight away. The ICW is coming to investigate the Ministry."

"Is that a fact?" MacNair said turning around. "Why in the fuck would they want to do that?"

"The ship that went down last night has a lot of heat on it." Umbridge explained. "They believe Voldemort is back, and they believe the Ministry is covering it up."

"You are." MacNair said. "Very well, Delores I will make sure the Dark Lord knows what is happening and where this information came from. A fresh whore will be waiting for you when you get home."

"Thank you Master." Umbridge smiled. The Imperious curse making her forget everything she had just said. The only thing she knew is that she would be spending the night with Cornelius and that was good. She stood, careful not to look at MacNair in the eye and backed out the room. She went back to lifts and descended to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

As soon as the elevator door closed Tonks dropped her invisibility cloak and pulled in her extendable ears.

"Fuck me!" she swore.

It took just twenty minutes for Director Bones to report to the Minister. She was expecting his summons and she had already begun the work of preserving the magical scene. She had even reached out to the Muggle government, something which in normal circumstances would be completely unthinkable in an attempt to have the crews of the navel vessels investigating the wreck of the Bonga to be sequestered until the ICW debriefing. Before she left her office, she had left orders for every file containing mention of the Dark Mark for the last three years be pulled from records and compiled in readiness. She understood too well the potential fallout from the ICW's visit and was in no way, shape or form going to have her department caught with it's pants down.

Percy Weasley showed Bones into Fudges office, the Minister sat behind his massive desk wringing his hands.

"What do we do Amelia?" Fudge asked.

"We do what they say Minister." Bones shrugged. "There is nothing we can do about this. We should have handled the situation better."

"Yes." Fudge said. "you should have!"

"Excuse the fuck me?" Bones demanded.

"You are the Director the Magical Law Enforcement." Fudge said. "These things happened under your watch."

"I have investigated every crime that has crossed my desk." Bones protested. "I wanted to investigate the rumours of dark magic being practised in that muggle cemetery. Umbridge shut us down. I tell you Minister; my department has acted in good faith and we have reports and paper work to back that up, and if you try and fuck me you will find your own wand so far up your arse a lumos spell will make your face look like a fucking Halloween pumpkin!"

Bones turned on her heel and walked out of the Ministers office.

Dumbledore was meeting with Remus, Mad Eye Moody, Snape and McGonigal. He had finished telling them about the ICW's response, although he would pretend, he knew nothing about it when the Minister arrived at the school.

"Moving on." Dumbledore smiled, "Mister Potter has asked for some help with a research project."

"Ah, yes, the fabled library of Merlin?" Remus asked. "Sirius told me about it."

"That is correct Remus." Dumbledore nodded. "Harry has asked me to ask for you and Minerva to liaise with Miss Granger on cataloguing the library."

"That is all well and good Albus. But I am a full-time professor," McGonigal began, "Head of Gryffindor House and the Deputy Headmistress, I just don't see where I will have the time."

"For this Minerva." Dumbledore said. "We will make the time." He handed Remus and McGonigal time turners. "These time turners, unlike the ones given to the students, are capable of repeating twenty-four hours. I would like you both to, on Friday evening's after dinner turn back the day and work at Merlin's Library on your second Friday and Saturday. Once you return to school on Sunday morning turn it back again and you will be able to conduct duty's, which will be kept to a minimal, at school."

"Very well." McGonigal said staring at the time turner.

"Sirius will also be available to help with Gryffindor house as needed." Dumbledore added.

"And this is important?" She asked.

"It is of the upmost importance." Dumbledore said gravely. "We must assist Mr Potter in any way we can."

The clock on the wall began to strike seven o'clock. When the chimes ended their was a knock on the office door and Cornelius Fudge entered without being invited. Dumbledore frowned to his teachers.

"Ah Cornelius I was just finishing up a meeting." Dumbledore greeted.

"What I need to discuss with you Albus is of far more import than whatever you need to discuss with your teachers." Fudge snapped.

"I see." Dumbledore said, forcing a smile to his face and turned to the others. "Forgive me everyone. The Minister has matters of 'Grate Import' to discuss with me. I would like to speak to you all again on Monday. Alistair, if you would be so good as to join me for lunch tomorrow?"

"I will be here at twelve sharp Albus." Moody said.

"That will be fine." Dumbledore nodded. "Now, please, excuse us."

The teachers and Moody shuffled out of the office.

"And now Cornelius, whatever is so important you would be so rude to my staff in my own office?" Dumbledore said. "It was most rude of you, you know?"

Fudge explained to Dumbledore, who played ignorant, about the ICW delegation.

"You have to help us Dumbledore. You're the Supreme Mugwhump. That has to count for something."

"Alas Cornelius." Dumbledore said with a sigh. "there is nothing I, or anyone else can do."

"Surely you must have some string to pull?" Fudge persisted. "A favour you could call in? You have been a prominent figure in the ICW for nay on fifty years!"

"Let me speak plainly Cornelius." Dumbledore said. "You have ignored my warnings for months. Any fool can see the darkness rising over the last year. I came to you months ago with information, not only about Voldemort's resurrection but with Death Eaters in the very heart of the Ministry. Instead of heeding my warnings, you have attempted to circumvent any efforts to stand in the path of Voldemort's and his followers. You have used the media against myself and Lord Potter to further your political gains, you have successfully seen me removed as Chief Warlock and I know you have attempted to have me. Removed from the Confederation. Even if it were possible for me to help you I would not." The wizened wizard stood and walked around his desk to Fudge. "I can only offer you this advice. Co-operate with this investigation. Admit your faults and be honest."

"If I were to do that there is no way I will be re-elected." Fudge protested.

"If you do not," Dumbledore declared, "then you will be removed from office and Amelia Bones, as Chief Warlock would take your place as Minister."

Dumbledore gentelly led Fudge by the arm to his office door.

"prepare yourself Minister." Dumbledore said kindly "You are going to have a very difficult few weeks. Now please, do not let me detain you."

Fudge new he was beat. If Dumbledore couldn't help him then no one could. He left the Headmasters office without another word. His days were number and he knew it. There was two years until the next election and he knew he would not win. The question was would he even be allowed to finish this term of office.

Friday passed in a flurry of activity for Harry and Hermione. A potions class that went well and Harry did manage to banish his slug in transfiguration only seconds after Hermione managed it. The theory from defence against the Dark Arts was the rules of duelling. Harry felt like he could be doing more useful things with his time, but he stuck it out. At the end of the lesion, he invited Sirius to his meeting with the twins.

Harry met with Hermione, Sirius and the twins outside of Gryffindor tower. Sirius showed them the hidden teacher's entrance to the Heads Suite.

"Dumbledore has decided, that as the only invested Lord currently in Hogwarts it is justified that you have the use of the Gryffindor's Head Suite." Sirius told them.

Harry arranged for Dobby to bring them tea while they waited for the twins to arrive. It was nice just having a catch up with his Godfather.

There was a knock at the door and Dobby came to the common room.

"The red headed twins be outside." He said. "Shall Dobby be showing them in?"

"Yes, please Dobby." Harry nodded.

Dobby led Fred and George into the room. They took a few moments to set up a couple of poster boards behind cloths.

"Right then." Fred began. "So, a few days ago Harry asked us to look into the possibility of a magical equivalent to a bullet proof vest."

"With that in mind we began researching what a bullet proof vest actually is." George added. "As it turns out the Muggles are quite creative in ways, they protect their shoulders."

"That's soldiers guys." Siris sniggered.

"Right those too." Fred added. "So we have come up with several designs." He continued pulling the sheet off the first poster. "This is the standard battle dress of an Aurour." Fred explained. The picture showed a wizard dressed in flowing maroon robes. A large patch on his breast showing the Minister of Magic logo, chevrons on his sleeve denoting his rank as Sargent.

"The robes are made from cotton." George explained. "And they have no spells added to them for protection, and I am told they are extremely heavy and uncomfortable, and in a fire fight they sometimes cause accidents." He moved over to one of the other covered pictures and pulled it off. "This is what the muggle military ware."

The picture showed a soldier wearing a black and grey battle dress uniform, including helmet, body armer and weapon slung over his shoulder.

"This is the muggle soldier." Fred said. "Note the fitting clothes, the boots with grip and the body armer and helmet. They ware these whenever they go into battle. They train in them; they wear them whenever they are on duty."

"We have looked into it. You can just buy the uniforms. In various designs. This one is for what they call an urban battle field. But they have forest ones and desert ones." George continued. "The difficulty would be getting our hands on the vests and helmets. If we could I think we would be able to test their base resistance to magic and then strengthen them with spells."

"In addition to the body armer we can add anti-fire charms and basic shield spells to the uniforms." Fred added. "The problem is getting our hands on the Galleons to get the equipment, not to mention how to get in touch with suppliers."

"Right, so here's what I propose gentlemen." Sirius said. "I will put you in touch with my investment goblin Toothbend and I will stake you 5000 galleon's for start-up costs."

"Seriously Professor Black?" George said agog.

"Sirius." Sirius laughed. "Business partners should be on first name terms. In exchange I would want 7% of the business."

"More than fair." Fred nodded.

"what under the other sheet?" Harry asked.

"I am really glad you asked Harry." George said pulling off the sheet. It showed Fred dressed in some muggle clothes. The most striking article of clothing was a waistcoat, it was orange and green pinstriped.

"This is something we think we can sell mass market." Fred told them smiling. "This is the Weasley's Wearable Wounder Waistcoat."

"The fabric will be magically imbibed with several magical security features. Including a shield charm." George explained. "And for an added extra we can add an emergency port key in the form of a fob watch."

"That is amazing." Harry said. "I would like to invest in this as well. I will match Sirius 5000 for 7%."

"That's too generous Harry." Geroge said. "You already fronted us 1000 last year."

"And now I'm going to add a further five." Harry insisted. "I will get in touch with Ted Tonks over the weekend and have him draw up the paper work. This could save a lot of lives guys and I think it is really important. I also want to order one of the first battle dress suits as soon as you have them available."

"Harry, we had already decided to give you one of the first ones off production." Fred smiled.

"All right then, how long are we talking?" Sirius asked.

"For the 4W's three weeks." George said.

"For the other stuff we think first proto types will be ready by the middle of march." Fred added.

They continued to talk about their business plans for a wile before the twins excused themselves. There was mischief after all, would not manage itself.

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