[a/n]As with #49 thru #55, I credit both the ranter TGGirlHaileyHolly and polarbear20000. Sequelizes my EFFF You Harry story, from early 2017. I've incorporated all the themes the PM hit and quoted parts to explain Lady Nirvana. Don't know if TGGirlHaileyHolly's still around.

[a/n1]Introduced here is Susan's young daughter, who thanks to her husband's Black heritage, has her namesake's ability.

Harry Does Different CDLXXXIIIag

Dark Lady Nirvana VII

"First wave! GO!" Lady Nirvana ordered her troops into action. This was a two-pronged strike. Fifteen of the flying magicals popped out of existence, intent to cause havoc within the Hogwarts Express. That portion of the fight was very brief. Former Minister Shacklebolt and the Aurors in place to protect against him, were entirely up to the task. Most invaders died before they had a chance to orient themselves for action. Only two defenders died. Kingsley had to direct the battle while nursing a broken arm.

Plenty was going on outside. As soon as Hit Wizard Berrycloth saw the curdling of air that accompanied apparition, his wand flashed the green of "Avada Kedavra!" Several times in succession, rapidly. Exactly how many he killed, was not quite clear; even to him. This due to having to dogfight against a trio of fairly good fighters.

The outside of the Express bristled with wards. Add to that assorted cutting weapons and other such, end to end it was a deathtrap. Twenty of the Haitian terrorists did manage to invade the train. There had been at least one Auror in every car up and down the Express. Warned by Berrycloth, through Shacklebolt, they shut every student in the closest compartment even before the failed apparition invasion. One by one, the attackers fell, to the more numerous and better armed Aurors.

Finally, the train was secure, except for Lady Nirvana herself and five henchmen who were being forced to retreat to the rear. This was unfortunate because Kingsley had sent out most of his detail as reinforcements. One Auror screamed without being touched by weapon or spell, and died. The other, completely mindless, without emotion, seized the former Minister's wrist and only did not break it, because he gave up his wand.

"Well well well Kingsley Shacklebolt." The redheaded woman gloated "Hardly a great success, I admit. But you'll at least get us out of here. DAMN!"

Looking squarely at her, the former Minister declared "I'm just an old man. Past my time. Don't think I have any influence."

"No, but I expect he does." Though dark as any Haitian, the man spoke British English fluently. Yanking on the neck of a robe, he at once dug his wand in a soft throat "Blue hair, and them famous green eyes. Bet that comes from Black blood, just a dash of Potter tossed in the mix. M'I right, gel?"

Because of her metamorph talents, another mystery was this girl's true height. She currently stood a solid six feet, though with the undeveloped body of a prepubescent girl "You lot are definitely messing with the wrong family. OUCH!" she reacted to a lock of hair being yanked.

"Nymphadora Amelia Potter. Yeeeesssss. Well done Thibedaux." The Lady taunted the captive "Turn a wrong corner, child?"

With impressive bravado, she countered "Dad told me all about Ginerva Molly Weasley." The error was intentional "Didn't get what we wanted old woman?"

"Children should be properly respectful to their elders." Lady Nirvana purred seductively "Now we both know it is ridiculous that you should be so tall. Correct that, or feel the bite of my wand."

Black, though not as dark as some, Haitian Henchwitch #2 said "Lady, our apparitions do not work and our voodoos are unlikely to stand up long."

"They needn't." she spoke with assurance "Only enough to withstand the obvious first volley. I shall pull their fangs and we shall be departing, momentarily." Then back to the girl, who'd shrunk to just under 5-feet "Much more respectful. But Harry's green eyes do not belong on that face. First, change that hair color or - - - - Bless me Merlin! Harry love!"

The Haitian magic had failed and the caboose door fell off its hinges. Three Aurors entered followed by the DMLE Head. In a second, his grimly satisfied expression turned to horror "Nympie? You alright sweetie?"

"Couple bruises Daddy." The girl was sobbing, then she suddenly cried out and fell to her knees "OOWOWWW!"

The Lady had her wand trained in an instant "Ah-ah Harry dear." In the brief struggle for control, she'd lost two more followers "This works fine. Here's the deal. Obviously, first drop your wands. All of you." After he nodded compliance to his troops she went on "I'll leave the little bitch here. The four of us and you will leave. At last we can begin the happy, loving marriage we were destined to have."

"I stopped loving you the day you told me to jump off the tower." This was not in the hostage negotiation handbook, but Harry was enraged by the all the death, and terrified for his daughter. It all boiled over "I've hated you since you almost murdered Luna. And if you harm MY little girl, you'll wish I'd left you with Tom all those years ago!"

Ginny Weasley emitted a choking sob, then glowing, she yelled that worst of curses "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

"NOOOOOOO!" this from Kingsley as he threw himself between the girl and the curse. His body just wasn't in the right place at the right time.

Harry didn't see anything but the green glow envelop his daughter. Not the Haitians, not the Aurors. He went insane. That three of his knuckles shattered on impact with the murderer's jaw didn't matter. He used both hands to crush her throat.

Abcij

"Director Potter, Minister Granger-Weasley is here." A diffident voice announced through the office door, four days later. Like Kingsley, regardless of the legalities, she was still entitled to be so addressed.

Harry wasn't here working, he still had yet to bury his daughter. This meeting was the sole reason for his presence. He nodded to his assistant, spoke tonelessly "Thank you Erin. Feel free to take off."

"Yessir thank you sir." The long-serving witch had who'd survived in like positions through four Ministers and two wars had no desire to be anywhere near whatever was about to happen. She fled as rapidly as dignity would allow.

Hermione waited for the door to close before releasing her pent up frustrations "Do you know I have been kept incommunicado for eleven days? I have not seen my husband in six, nor a letter from any family in as many! Why am I here? What is going on? And- - -" cutting herself off as something sunk in, then questioned "Why is your hand in a cast?"

"That is so totally you." Said Harry with a barest flicker of a smile "Perhaps I want a last what they used to call Golden Trio moment. This should …start with your last question. I broke my hand in breaking your sister-in-law's jaw."

She could only gape before stammering "Wh-wh-what." Then falling back on rules "Might that be considered excessive force?"

"I might have cared if she hadn't just murdered my daughter." Harry spat out and winced when he punched his desk. Then gritted out "And she won't get to complain, because I broke the bitch's neck."

The look on Hermione's face might have been laughable under other circumstances "Are you sure?"

"Well, I'm fuzzy on the second part, but Nymphadora is dead." He countered with a glare.

For the moment she was just his friend again, reaching across to touch his mostly wrapped fingers "Oh Harry! I'm so sorry …she's a n- - -… well was a great kid." It was a warm scene, then "I don't mean to be insensitive, but I had a son and daughter aboard."

"They weren't actually." He pulled away, knew this was coming "You see, YOUR children received letters from their father and oddly decided to sign up to remain at Hogwarts over Christmas. Fact is, EVERY Weasley in the school skipped the Express. Interesting coincidence, what?"

She stiffened, expression hardening "What are you implying, Director?"

"It's not an implication, Weasley." He returned as harshly "It's an accusation. While the Express was still under attack, EVERY Weasley in Britain, except you …because obviously you couldn't have been involved… of Hogwarts age and up was arrested. They're all sitting in Ministry cells."

She immediately looked alarmed "Why? What are they accused of? What are you doing?!"

"Me? Not a thing? I'm not in charge anymore. Except of the DMLE." Harry felt the walls go up between them "Even Malfoy never called you stupid. Fact: Madam Nirvana met your husband in Diagon Alley on December 15. Fact: He sent owls to all the Weasleys at Hogwarts. Fact: None of them got on the Christmas Express. I'm able to testify to that. Also fact: Three children INCLUDING MY DAUGHTER! and ten Aurors died during what they're already calling the Express Battle. All of them are charged with Conspiracy, Murder, Sedition and Treason."

Hermione didn't know what to say. The first thing out of her mouth was "What does Ron say?"

"I have no reason to talk to him." Said Harry, forcing a calm he didn't feel "I'm done with Weasleys. They're dead to me."

She gave an appalled gasp "But what about Amelia and R- -"

"Your son is not permitted near my daughter." He growled, though he softened slightly "At least not without her okay. AND AFTER he is proved innocent beyond ALL doubt."

That ran counter to her sensibilities "Our system of justi- -"

"Worked out well for Sirius as I remember." He pointed out, bitterly "And there's a higher standard than staying out of Azkaban for dating a murder victim's sister."

After sitting across from him in uncomfortable silence, she finally stood sighing "Do you think there is any way forward for us? You and me, at least I mean?"

"I don't know. Should there be?" he was sad, angry and confused all at the same time "I can ask that you not feel compelled to attend Nymphadora's last rites."

Almost before she could process it she began "But of course, I would want- -"

"There are just a couple of government matters to handle." He cut her off "A couple you'll like, and a couple you won't. The Wizengamot voted to endorse your removal. Griselda Marchbanks has been inaugurated, though only as Interim Minister. There will be an election in June. You're certified to run if you wish." During his pause for a breath, she started to say something, but he spoke over her "All the usual privileges of a former Minister are authorized. There are two exceptions, due to your connection to suspected traitors. While you may come and go as you wish in the Ministry, you'll surrender your wand at the door."

She flushed angrily "That is a violation of centuries of custom!"

"You might recall visits from the Thicknesse family?" he half talked over her "And I wasn't finished. Any visitors …you included… are subject to multiple searches. Entering HQ. Again at the security door. And EVERY TIME you move between cells. Each prisoner is in their own."

Now she was on her feet, irate "It is CRUEL to hold children in solitary confinement, Harry!"

"They can hear each other." He countered, indifferently "And, I'll tell you what, feel free to complain to the families of the sixty-two children who Nirvana murdered. Or maybe take it up with Iason? Remember his Mum? Want to charm him during Nymphie's last rites? SHIT!" That last curse due to having slapped his wounded hand on the desk.

Hermione's eyes narrowed, opting to hide behind a politician's mask "Again, I'm sorry to hear about your daughter. And the other deaths. Do I have enough clout to see the case against my family?"

"And pictures of the dead bodies. Study them with great care." His tone was cold. A rather Machiavellian idea came to him, fully formed, adding "And we have our ICW representative looking to extradite the other two Weasleys."

Abcij

Within an hour after the unhappy ending of that discussion, an unsung hero entered and saluted "You wanted to see me, Director?"

"Mordechai." Harry greeted him with a nod "Our illustrious former Minister is visiting her family and it occurred to me that it was …ahh… imprudent of me to mention our desire to obtain custody of the two Weasleys living abroad. Owls might go out to warn them."

The assassin studied his boss for about a minute before nodding "Certainly sounds that way, sir. Good thing I keep my passport current. Back in a week or a fortnight."

This concludes the tale of Lady Nirvana. ~14k words and 7 chapters. A great bit of fun inspired by my absent friend TGGirlHaileyHolly. Never did quite 'Come to Jesus' in the matter of canon pairings.