Disclaimer: While violating your suspects civil rights may look cool in a movie. In real life, it is very very illegal.

Dirty Harry II . . .

The Enforcer

"Have a seat Amelia," Fudge said with a condescending smile.

"What can I do for you Minister?" Madame Bones asked neutrally.

"This request I just received from your office." Fudge waved a paper. "I'm afraid it's impossible, members of my personal staff are above suspicion and I will not allow your department to question them."

"What request?" Bones asked with a frown. "May I see that?"

"Fine." Fudge threw the paper at her and sulked, this conversation wasn't going the way he'd rehearsed it and it was depressing him.

"Ah," Bones said in understanding. "I see the problem, this wasn't a request."

"It wasn't?"

"It was a notification that your staff was now allowed to leave the building until they were vetted," Amelia explained.

"You . . . you can't do this," Fudge sputtered. "I'm the Minister."

"I'm not doing it," Bones said sweetly. "One of my Chief Inspectors is."

"Then tell him to stop," Fudge demanded.

"I can't."

"I realise that telling a man to do something may be difficult for you," Fudge began arrogantly. "One of the reasons that I opposed having a woman put in your postion. But you're going to have to learn . . . "

"That's not it," Bones said with a cold smile. "If I tell him that then he will resign."

"Then let him resign."

"And if he resigns then I loose what little control I have over him," Amelia continued. "You've heard of Dirty Harry haven't you?"

"The killer?" Fudge asked nervously. "Where did you get him?"

"If he were to resign then I might not be able to keep him pointed at death eaters." She ignored the question. "I know he isn't too fond of you for instance."

"Can't you have him arrested?" Fudge demanded.

"Most of the Aurors fear him more then they fear Voldemort," Bones replied. "And at the moment, he hasn't broken any of the larger laws."

"Never mind," Fudge said quickly. "But why do you have a sadist like that in your department? I though Aurors were screened better then that."

"He may be a rabid dog," Bones said with a grin. "But he's my rabid dog. Like I said, I have a little control so long as he continues working for me."

"Carry on," Fudge said quickly.

"One more thing before I leave," Bones said. "I notice you haven't had any of your tea."

"What of it?"

"You may with to have some of it," Bones said. "And one of those cakes too."

"Just get out," Fudge growled.

"Yes Minister," Bones agreed. At least she'd given him the chance to have his last meal.

Fudge waited until Bones left his office before throwing his temper tantrum. "Deloris," Fudge screamed. "Deloris come in here."

"She can't hear you," a man said as he walked through the door.

"Why . . . Potter?" Fudge said in shock. "What are you doing here?"

"Just wanted to ask you a couple questions," Harry replied.

"I don't have time for that," Fudge sneered.

"You don't have a choice," Harry replied. "Shack, Tonks, dose him."

"Yes sir," Kingsley replied dully. "I'm sorry about this Minister." The Aurors pried open the surprised Minister's mouth and forced him to swallow a bit of potion.

"Now then," Harry began with a smile. "Are you a death eater?"

"No."

"Have you ever knowingly provided support to death eaters?" Harry tried again.

"Yes," Fudge agreed.

"That's all I needed," Harry said. "Give him the counter agent."

"Pwatter ouu." Fudge worked his jaw. "You've gone too far," the Minister sneered. "I'll see you kissed for this."

"You just admitted to treason," Harry replied with a shrug. "I think the court will be willing to over look any irregularities in my account of what happened in light of that."

"Damn you," the Minister went for his wand.

"NO," Tonks seized the man's hand. "You can't kill him."

"Curse you," Fudge spat at the woman. "Curse you."

"I just saved your life fool," Tonks hissed. "He wanted you to draw, if you draw then he can kill you in self defence."

"True," Harry agreed. "Put him in the holding cells," Harry ordered. "I have an appointment with a few members of the Wizengomet after this so hurry up.

"Yes sir," Tonks agreed.

"On second thought," Harry began. "Why don't you two find out what he knows and build the case," Harry said. "Have Bones send up two more assistants for me."

"Yes sir," Tonks agreed with considerably more enthusiasm.

AN: Didn't want to just toss up the Omakes so I jotted out the above.

Omake: Dirty Harry - Reactions from the Peanut Gallery

"Albus," Minerva said in exasperation. "You can't say you're not concerned about this."

"It's normal for teenage boys to go through stages of rebellion," Dumbledore agreed. "I'm sure he'll be back to normal soon."

"Rebellion yes, murder no.

Omake: Death of a Hero – The Public Reacts

The alley seemed unnaturally silent to Tom as he went out to fetch the morning papers. "What's going on?" He called out to one of the passers by.

"It's Harry Potter," the woman sobbed. "He's . . . he's dead."

"What?" Tom asked in shock. "No . . . it . . . he's just a boy."

"Here." Woman thrust a copy of the Quibbler into his hand. "It's all here."

"It can't be true," Tom said dully. "It just can't."

"The Lovegoods wouldn't lie about something like this," the woman insisted. "Not something like this."

So engrossed was he in the story, Tom didn't remember walking back to the Cauldron or taking his place behind the bar.

"Did you hear?" One of the early morning customers shocked the old man out of his stupor.

"Alone and without a wand," Tom said. "It still took twelve of them to bring him down."

"They say he refused to let them take him alive," one of the other shopkeepers said mournfully. "They say that he's the one that started the fire."

"This can't be," another moaned. "Who will save us now?"

"If one boy can take ten of them then we can take the rest," Tom said firmly. "Remember Harry Potter."

"Remember Harry Potter," several of the people echoed. An oppressive silence hung over the bar for several seconds until another woman spoke.

"Quibbler got a few details wrong," the woman said sadly. "My brother in law works for the Ministry, he said that they found three bodies that belonged to his relives. Five more that belonged to known or suspected death eaters, and twelve more that they couldn't identify. Voldemort must have sent as many as he could find and Harry . . ." the woman sobbed. "How could we have believed . . .we can never." The woman dissolved into tears.

"No we can't," Tom agreed. "We can never make amends for what we allowed ourselves to believe."

AN: Kinsfire took this idea and ran with it, you can find it on kinsfire dot net or fanficauthors dot net

OMAKE: Harry's Real Parents . . .

"Have a seat Harry," Dumbledore said gently. "I'm afraid that I have some rather . . . disturbing information to share with you."

"What is it sir?"

"Lilly Potter isn't your real mother," Dumbledore said. "We suspect that your green eyes and the fact that blood magic protects you at your aunt's house to be the result of some sort of charm that James cast . . . or possibly a potion."

"Then who is my mother?" Harry demanded.

"We don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"Severus . . . Severus has just revealed some new information about your parents," Dumbledore began. "Nine months before your birth, James was captured by a group of female death eaters. I hate to be the one to have to break this to you but they . . . they used him."

"Used him?"

"Passed him around like currency," Dumbledore explained. "Nine months later, Lilly gave birth to you never knowing that you weren't her child."

"Uh huh," Harry said flatly. "Did someone spike your lemon drops again?"

"I know this is hard to take in," Dumbledore said. "But you must trust me."

"Fine," Harry agreed. "Whatever."

"And while we've brought the subject up," Dumbledore sighed. "I'm afraid that James Potter isn't your real father."

"What now?"

"While James was a prisoner of the death eaters, I had Hestia Jones looking after Lilly." Dumbledore explained. "I suspect that one thing led to another . . . and well, you were born about nine months later so . . ."

"Let me get this straight," Harry said. "My father was kidnapped by a bunch of female death eaters so you think that one or more of them might be my mother?"

"Yes," Dumbledore agreed.

"And to console my mother," Harry said. "You had Hestia stay with her for the . . . how long was my father held hostage?"

"Three of what must have been the most terrible days of his life," Dumbledore said sadly.

"Hestia is still a woman isn't she?" Harry began. "And always has been."

"That is correct."

"Just to be sure," Harry said. "You don't think it's possible that my parents could have . . . I don't know, gotten together after James got free and produced me?"

"Nope, Hestia and one or more female death eaters are your parents." Dumbledore said firmly.

"Riiight," Harry said slowly. "May I go now Professor?"

"Yes . . . yes, you should go think about this."

"Before I do," Harry replied. "And just to satisfy my curiosity, what would I need to do to have you declared mentally unfit?"

AN: I've seen too many real father for Harry stories and I thought I needed to write this to counter them. Have seen one good one that involved Polyjuice and a vomiting Snape. Don't remember the title, author, or much else. But it was a good fic.

Omake: The Future?

Harry awoke in the hospital wing and looked around with a look of confusion on his face, "how in the hell did I get back here?"

"Harry," Hermione shrieked. "You're awake."

"Hermione?" Harry said in shock. "How the hell are you? It's been what . . . twelve, no almost fifteen years?"

"What are you talking about Harry?" Hermione asked nervously.

"And you look so young," Harry continued. "The years have really been kind to you. Enough of the small talk, why'd you bring me here?"

"Madame Pomfrey," Hermione yelled for the school nurse. "There's something wrong with Harry."

"What is it dear?"

"Good to see you're still alive too," Harry said with a smile. "So again, why'd you bring me here?"

"Because you passed out in the great hall," Hermione replied. "Don't you remember?"

"The great hall?" Harry said slowly. "What year is this?"

"We're in the first week of fifth year," Hermione said. "You know that Harry."

"From my point of view," Harry said slowly. "I graduated more then a decade ago, fourteen years to be exact."

"Then how'd you get here?"

"I was wondering about that," Harry said. "Might be because I was about to die?"

"You were about to die?" Hermine squeaked.

"Care to enlighten us Harry?" Dumbledore asked as he walked into the room. "Forgive my intrusion but when I heard you were awake . . ."

"It's like old home week," Harry said with a smile.

"Get on with the story Mr. Potter," Pomfrey snapped.

"My ship was going down and there wasn't a coast guard vessel in sight," Harry explained. "I was trying to get the life raft over board when a wave swept over the bow and sucked me into the ocean."

"Round the world cruse after you defeated Voldemort?" Dumbledore asked with a twinkle. "I did something similar after . . ."

"Working on a crab boat as a deck hand," Harry interrupted. "Not nearly as bad as it could be when you have pepper up potions and warming charms."

"But why?" Dumbledore seemed to be at a loss for words.

"The money was good and it was . . . well, quiet isn't the right word." Harry frowned as he tried to figure out the right term. "Isolated maybe?"

"I . . ."

"Oh, and I didn't defeat Voldemort." Harry continued. "A team of Aurors under Shacklebolt took him out."

"But the Prophecy," Dumbledore said weakly.

"Yep, turns out you ruined my life for nothing." Harry said with a smile. "I wasn't too happy when I figured that out, but I've had plenty of time to get over it."

"What happened?"

"Voldemort made a mistake when he went after Madame Bones," Harry explained. "She was a well liked leader, came up through the ranks and had no shortage of friends. Shack just sort of snapped, he and his team weeded out all of the death eaters in Magical Law Enforcement and then they rounded up all the known Death Eaters they could find." Harry started laughing. "I still remember the look on your face when they came for Snape, classic."

"So they arrested Severus then?"

"Nah," Harry said. "You managed to protect him like you always do. Not that it did any good in the long run, several Aurors ended up dieing because of it."

"How," Dumbledore gasped. "Don't tell me, Severus . . ."

"Not sure what side he was on," Harry replied. "No, you had him go warn old snake face before the attack. I think you figured that Voldemort would run if he knew there was a large number of Aurors on the way. He didn't and they lost nearly seventy five percent of their forces."

"Seventy five percent," the old man said in horror.

"Course the death eaters lost one hundred percent," Harry said with a shrug. "They weren't in the mood to take prisoners after Shack bought it." Dumbledore looked ill.

"You said you hadn't seen me in fifteen years?" Hermione asked slowly.

"Not since the start of seventh year," Harry agreed.

"What happened?" Hermione asked, dreading the answer.

"We all agreed that it would be safer to stop being friends," Harry replied. "Not that it did the Weasley family any good, only two of them lived to see us graduate."

"Why would I agree to that?" Hermione asked, close to tears.

"Might of been because your parents got tortured to death," Harry replied. "They sent you a pensive showing what they did . . . it wasn't plesant."

"So that's what we all have to look forward to?" Dumbledore asked weakly.

"Who knows," Harry said. "I came back in time so I'd imagine that things have changed."

AN: Just another Harry from the future comes back. This one isn't quite from a dark future or a light future, it's just a possibility.