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Sands of Time
Harry watched in shock as Sirius flew towards the veil. If only he had more time, if only . . . Harry watched in shock as Sirius jerked to a halt before collapsing on the floor. Shortly after that, a curse came from nowhere and turned Bellatrix's head into a fine pink mist. Several more hexes ended the careers of several more Death Eaters.
"Who dares?" Voldemort screamed. The snake like man backed up slowly. "Show yourself, show yoof." An unseen force hit the Dark Lord and pushed him into the veil.
Seeing that their numbers were greatly reduced and that their Lord and master had been defeated, the remaining Death Eaters dropped their wands and raised their hands.
"What just happened?" One of the Order members muttered in shock.
"No body move," Amelia Bones screamed as she led in a group of Aurors. "Bloody hell," she said after she'd taken in the carnage. "What happened here?"
"Voldemort and his followers were attempting to retrieve an . . . item from the Department," Dumbledore replied, "we arrived to stop them."
"It never occurred to you to call the Aurors?" Amelia asked with a frown. "Don't think I don't see a few of mine with your lot."
"I . . ." Dumbledore gaped, he was speechless for the first time in many years.
"Is it safe to come in, Amelia?" Fudge's whiny voice asked.
"Come in, Minister," Amelia agreed.
"My word," Fudge gasped, "what has happened here?"
"Dumbledore says that Voldemort attacked," Amelia reported, "suppose it would explain all the Death Eaters."
"That can't be true," Fudge said loudly, "the Dark Thingy is not back. Dumbledore must be lying again to . . ."
"I'm afraid that he's right," one of the Death Eaters said smoothly. "Mind if I remove my mask?"
"Slowly," Amelia growled.
The Death Eater removed his mask to reveal the smiling face of Lucius Malfoy.
"Lucius?" Fudge gasped. "But what, what's going on?"
"The Dark Lord returned," Lucius explained, "and put us under the Imperius curse again. I suspect that the Dark Mark makes it impossible to resist," he added absently.
"The Dark Thingy?" Fudge squeaked. "Here?"
"And gone again," Lucius agreed, "thrown into the Veil."
"So he's gone for good?" Fudge asked hopefully.
"So I think we'd better make sure this time," Lucius corrected. He'd rather liked the years he'd spent out from under the Dark Lord's thumb and he had no intention of putting his collar back on, not when freedom was in sight. "Don't you agree?"
"Of course," Fudge said nervously, "whatever you think is best, Lucius."
"Where's Harry?" Sirius said suddenly.
"My word," Fudge squeaked, "Sirius Black."
"I'm innocent," Sirius said automatically. "Harry," he called out, "Harry are you here?"
IIIIIIIIII
Harry had slipped out shortly after the Aurors arrived. A few minutes of searching rewarded him with an unbroken time turner and a few turns took him several hours into the past.
"Invisibility cloak," Harry mumbled to himself. "Better go back a little further, just to be sure I have enough time to find one."
"Might have gone a bit too far," Harry admitted to himself as he walked through the empty corridors.
Harry eyed the rack full of unbroken time turners. "Be a shame not to rescue a couple of them," he mumbled to himself. Harry grabbed several of the valuable devices.
"Now if I were an invisibility cloak, where would I be?"
Harry soon found out that the evidence storage room was a bust. Not that it wasn't full of several useful items that Harry happily appropriated, just no Invisibility cloaks. The rest of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was similarly a wash in terms of cloaks, Harry figured that they were probably stored in one of the locked cabinets. Happily, there were plenty of things that were not stored in the locked cabinets that Harry cheerfully added to his growing collection. Never knew what might come in handy and he did plan to return everything after he dealt with the Death Eaters and saved his godfather.
Harry spent several hours ransacking the Ministry in search of an Invisibility Cloak until finally, he had the good fortune of finding the warehouse where the Department of Mysteries stored the majority of their un-cursed items.
Harry flipped through the catalog until he found an entry for an experimental invisibility suit. The experimental part worried him until he found a notation explaining that the suit worked exceptionally well, just not quite well enough to justify the expense of replacing the existing cloaks. Harry grabbed several more items that looked interesting and useful before going off to find a place to hide until he was needed.
Harry checked the clock again, nearly ten hours until he had to save Sirius. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to go back so far? Harry eyed one of the Auror combat manual he'd picked up earlier, however was he going to pass the time?
An explosion woke Harry with a start. This was it, he carefully loaded his collection of borrowed items into the bag of holding that he'd found the night before and set off to complete his self assigned mission.
Harry carefully snuck past the fight to the spot he'd chosen the night before. It was out of the way, offered a clear view of the field of battle, and above all had a giant stone pillar to hide behind.
"Accio, Sirius," Harry whispered. While the spell wasn't powerful enough to summon the wizard, it was more then powerful enough to save him from going through the veil. "Reductio, sepelio, flatus, trunco, adustum, suscito." A grin bloomed on Harry's face as he watched Voldemort helplessly scream at his defeated foe. With a sudden flash of insight, Harry realized what he had to do. Harry took a deep breath and ran towards his foe, building up enough momentum until.
"Yoof." The air rushed out of Voldemort's lungs as Harry tackled him, sending them both through the veil.
IIIIIIIIII
It took several hours for the forensics team to piece together what had happened to the Dark Lord from the ward data reluctantly provided by the Department of Mysteries.
"So that's it," one of the techs said as the watched the spectral figure of Harry Potter vanish through the Veil. "Harry Potter saved us again, just . . ."
"Just gonna have to change the name," another interjected, "since 'boy-who-lived' doesn't quite fit anymore."
"Bastard."
The news spread like wildfire through the Ministry prompting the majority of the employees to take the remainder of the day off to be alone with their grief.
The only person who welcomed the news was Minister Fudge, but then he'd always been of the opinion that a dead hero was much easier to manage then a live one.
IIIIIIIIII
Arthur took several deep calming breaths before he opened the door to his house. You have to be strong for Molly, he told himself. You can't break down, you have to be her rock. He squeezed his eyes shut and slowly counted to ten.
"Molly," he called out as he walked into the house, "where are you?"
"In the kitchen, dear."
He put his hands on her shoulders and carefully guided her into one of the chairs.
"What's wrong?" Molly asked nervously. "Arthur, tell me what's wrong?" Her eyes automatically flicked to something over her husband's shoulder.
"It's Harry," Arthur said sadly, "I'm afraid that he didn't survive his last duel with Voldemort."
"Who told you that?" Molly demanded.
"It's all over the office," Arthur said slowly.
"Well I thought you had better sense then to listen to stupid rumors," Molly said with a sniff. "Imagine, letting yourself be taken in by something so silly."
"Molly, it's true I . . ."
"Look at the clock," Molly demanded.
"What?"
"The clock," Molly barked, "look at it."
Arthur slowly turned his head to stare dully at the Weasley family clock for several seconds until he realized what his wife was trying to impart.
"If Harry's dead then why does it say that he's traveling right now?" Molly asked sweetly. "And why did it say that he was at lunch earlier?"
"I need to contact the Department of Mysteries right now," Arthur called over his shoulder as he rushed to the floo.
AN: Typos busted by Anthony Ellwood. Just trying to make a good start for a crossover fic, use a banishing charm instead of a tackle and it could be a Harry and his odd devices fic. Idea is that after he goes through the veil, Harry ends up somewhere else. Voldemort could follow, could be killed when the connection to his anchors gets severed, could any number of things. I might use this as I have a couple ideas on where to take it. Feel free to use it if you'd like to.
Omake: No Xover
"Yoof." The air rushed out of Voldemort's lungs as Harry hit the Dark Wizard with his most powerful banishing hex. Harry felt a smug sense of satisfaction as he watched his nemesis disappear through the veil.
His good deed for the day done, Harry removed his invisibility suit and stowed it in his nifty new messenger bag of holding.
"Harry," he called out, "Harry are you here?" Sirius' voice called out.
"Over here," Harry replied, "took cover behind this pillar and hit Voldemort with a banishing hex."
"Good job," Sirius said cheerfully, "that's my godson."
Due to the presence of Madame Bones and in light of the fact that Harry had just publicly defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort, Fudge had no choice but to accept his testimony that Sirius was innocent.
"There's just one thing I don't understand," Sirius said as they walked up to the castle gates, "how'd you get across the room without anyone seeing you?"
"I had a little help," Harry replied, "from the sands of time." A grin bloomed on Harry's face when he realized that he'd 'forgotten' to return the items he'd borrowed from the Ministry. Well, there were still Death Eaters out there and who knew how many times Voldemort could bring himself back to life? Best to keep a hold of everything until he was absolutely sure that it wouldn't be needed again.
Omake: Explanation
"Well," the lead unspeakable said with a frown, "this just doesn't make sense. We know that the Veil rips out a beings soul when they go through so it shouldn't be possible for the Potter boy to have survived."
"Not unless he was running around with an extra soul fragment or something anyway," another joked. This set off a round of laughs.
"Maybe it was because the Dark Lord was in a construct body?" Another suggested. "So the soul was ripped out of that and Harry, ah . . ."
"Flew in under the radar?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Just as likely that it's part of the whole 'boy-who-lived' jazz or something to do with surviving the killing curse."
"Opens up new avenues of research anyway."
"That it does."
AN: Idea from a post by dogbertcarroll
Omake: DC
The first thing that Harry noticed when he regained consciousness was a news report about a glowing green man fighting aliens. Either the statute of secrecy had been badly fractured, or he wasn't in Kansas anymore so to speak.
Two weeks and several attempts to make contact with magical society via getting caught for underaged sorcery, all of which ended in failure, convinced Harry that he was indeed very far from home. This prompted a mild panic attack that led to the hospitalization of thirty two members of the Purple Gang, the remainder of the gang to the morgue, and Harry slipping out of town in the back of an empty box car.
But he was better now, Harry told himself, calmer and more focused. All he had to do was wait until his friends found a way to bring him back, and if he should happen to pass the time by drifting around watching this world's so called 'super heros' in action, well who could blame him?
Harry was pulled from his musings by the appearance of several large tattooed men blocking the mouth of the alley he was cutting across.
"You wanna get through here, you gotta pay the toll," the apparent leader of the band said menacingly.
"What toll?" Harry asked dumbly. His fingers wrapped around the comforting grip of his wand. It was so convenient the way this sort of thing seemed to happen every time he started to run low on cash. Course, an outside observer might point out the fact that Harry was prone to taking midnight strolls through the edges of the less monied parts of town every time his reserves ran low. If only his friends could see him now, they'd be so proud of the way he'd learned to live off the land.
"Gimme yer wallet, boy," the lead thug demanded. "Less you wanna get cut."
"Stupefy," Harry replied, "Stupefy Stupefy Stupefy." Harry looked down at the fallen thugs. "Any of you mind if I take your wallets?" He asked politely. "No? Alright then, I really appreciate this donation to the keep Harry fed fund." Harry expertly stripped the thugs and tied them to a lamp post after tossing everything of use or value into his messenger bag of holding. "Now then," he said to himself, "I'm pretty sure I saw a restaurant advertising fresh pie a few blocks back." Mmmm, pie.
IIIIIIIIII
The Commissioner rubbed his hands against the biting cold as he waited on the roof of the police station for his 'contact' to arrive.
"You called, Commissioner Gordon?" A gravely voice announced the arrival of Gotham's greatest detective.
"Patrol car picked up four unconscious men, found them tied to a light pole on the east side."
"So?"
"So the hospital said that there wasn't anything wrong with them," the Commissioner explained. "Then all of the sudden they each woke up with a strange story of a boy hitting them with a strange red light. For no reason of course, though the fact that each one of them had a rap sheet as long as my arm makes me a bit skeptical of that version of events."
"I'll look into it," the gravely voice promised.
"So you don't have any . . ." the Commissioner trailed off when it became apparent that he was on the roof alone. "I hate it when he does that."
IIIIIIIIII
Batman returned to his lair and immediately set his powerful super computer to work searching for any similar cases.
It appeared that the first reported cases were among the few surviving members of the 'Purple Gang' and that a trail of similar cases had occurred in a number of cities ending in.
"Gotham," Batman growled. What was this? He thought to himself. A misguided new hero that didn't understand the prohibition against lethal force? He examined the morgue photos carefully for clues. Or perhaps a new villain out to make a reputation for themself?
Whoever it was had better watch their back, The Bat was gunning for them and their time was limited. He didn't tolerate loose cannons in 'his' city.
IIIIIIIIII
Harry had seen a flier for a newly opened exhibit on the treasures of the Egyptian tombs at the Gotham History Museum and he couldn't wait to
It was gonna be one of those days, Harry mused when the windows exploded and a group of heavily armed clowns rushed in. Well, he'd learned his lesson, no going to museums if you didn't want to come face to face with a homicidal madman. Harry froze as an uncomfortable fact made itself known, make that no learning without coming face to face with a homicidal madman. If four years of Hogwarts had taught him anything . . . Harry frowned. If all of his life experiences had taught him anything, it was that there was always someone out to kill, maim, or otherwise inconvenience Harry Potter. It was like he was the universes' spittoon or something.
He came back to his senses just in time to see the lead clown pointing a pair of comically large revolvers at a group of school children.
Harry sighed, two quick cutting charms and he'd done his good deed for the day. He glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention before summoning the comically large revolvers. They might come in handy, and it wasn't like the clown would ever be able to use them again. He then remembered that he could turn invisible and belatedly scampered behind a pillar to get his suit on.
"Harley," the insane clown called out, "did I put on my removable hands gag today?"
"I don't think so, Mista J, why?"
"Because my hands have fallen off," the Joker replied with a wave of his arms that sent bright red spurts of arterial blood spraying across the museum.
"Goodness, Mista J. You've been disarmed," Harley said in shock.
"I didn't disarm him," Harry's voice echoed through the room, "I unhanded him."
"Finally a hero that enjoys a proper joke," the Joker laughed, "might I have the name of Gotham's new punisher?"
"No heros here," Harry said quickly, "I'm allergic to spandex. I'm just a guy on vacation," Harry said. Granted it wasn't a vacation he'd taken by choice, but those words had just seemed so right.
Mini Omake: Harry's response to the caped crew taking umbrage to his more permanent way of dealing things by dogbertcarroll
"I call it self defense. You may be powerful enough to survive these nutbars trying to kill you, but I'm not. So rather than risk my life in a futile effort to take him alive, so he can escape and kill others, I just
defended my self, something I am capable and legally entitled to do."
Omake: SM
Harry's mouth tasted like the color yellow and his eyes felt like they were filled with sand. Tackling Voldemort hadn't been one of his better ideas, Harry reflected to himself.
"Should have just used a banishing charm or something," Harry muttered to himself. Or anything else that didn't involve going through the veil with his nemesis, really not one of his better ideas.
Harry was torn from his musings by the arrival of several scantily clad cheerleaders chattering in some foreign language. This held his attention for a few seconds before he decided to go off in search of someone that could help him contact one of his friends, or at the very least someone who spoke English.
A frown appeared on Harry's face when one of the cheerleaders thew a bolt of lightning in his general direction. Granted it missed and caused untold thousands in property damage, but it was the principle of the thing.
"That's the way you wanna play it, huh?" Harry growled. "Okay, we can play. Petrificus Totalus, Petrificus Totalus, Petrificus Totalus. Stupid cheerleaders," he said to his defeated foes. Who knew they'd take him ignoring their performance so badly? Perhaps Vernon was right when he said that artistic types were flighty and should all be locked up? The horrifying concept that Vernon could be right about anything nearly caused Harry to vomit and he stumbled away clutching his stomach.
IIIIIIIIII
At the gates of time, Pluto dropped to the ground clutching her head as unimaginable pain wracked her body. She screamed and screamed until her throat was raw and sore, course on Pluto there was no one to hear her.
IIIIIIIIII
Usagi was the first of the Pretty Sailor Scouts to regain the ability to move shortly followed by Jupiter. In the time she'd been frozen, she'd had ample time to go over the battle to figure out what had gone wrong.
They'd arrived in the park to find the newest Dark General standing in the middle of a charred section of grass. She had then launched her speech about how parks were places to relax, the general had gotten bored and begun to wander off. Jupiter had then flung an attack at him and then the General had defeated all of them with some sort of odd magical attack. To be quite frank, she was mystified by their defeat as it appeared that they'd done everything right on their end. The only thing she could think to attribute their defeat to was the fact that the Dark General hadn't been polite enough to listen to their speech. A chill went down the girl's back as she considered the idea that future enemies might not wait politely until she had finished their introductory speeches, heaven help them all if that happened.
"We need to have a meeting to talk about what happened," Usagi said to her friends.
IIIIIIIIII
Pluto gasped for breath as she tried to figure out what had happened. Was it an attack of some sort? A side effect of having lived so long. The oldest active Sailor Scout automatically reached out for a bottle of aspirin, freezing in mid gesture. There was no pain, she thought in wonder, her headache was gone. The headache that she'd suffered for thousands of years was gone. That could only mean . . .
Pluto rushed to the time gates to confirm her suspicion. Crystal Tokyo was gone, there was no way to force the time line back. With no way of resurrecting the remnants of the Moon Kingdom, the Queen's geas had shattered. She was free, for the first time in thousands of years, perhaps ever, the Senshi of Pluto was free.
Pluto wept as she contemplated what she'd done, the crimes she'd been forced to commit, the innocent lives destroyed, the knowledge lost, just so a spoiled little girl could have her castle. Setsuna stopped just short of declaring eternal gratitude to her savior. She'd just been freed of her bonds and was less then eager to find a new set, still . . . it couldn't hurt to find out a bit of information, could it?
IIIIIIIIII
Ami looked around the group, no one was willing to vocalize what they were all thinking. She took a deep breath and let it out, why did it always have to fall to her?
"I think we made a mistake," she said softly. Every eye turned to regard the smartest Senshi.
"What do you mean, Ami?" Makoto demanded.
"Yeah," Usagi whined. She was still more then a bit annoyed at the way he'd ignored her speech.
"I think . . . I think that the boy in the park wasn't a Dark General," Ami said reluctantly. "Maybe he was here to help us?"
"There was a cute boy and you guys drove him away?" Minako waled.
"Ami didn't say he was cute," Rei pointed out.
"But he was, wasn't he?" Minako persisted.
"He had gorgeous eyes," Ami said with a blush.
"He looked just like . . ." Mokoto began.
"Your old sempai right?"
"No, better then my old sempai. He looked just like a movie star."
The girls shared a collective sigh.
"And he was also speaking English so he might not have understood what we were saying," Ami continued. "And he seemed . . . uh . . . annoyed when we attacked him. With the casual way he defeated us added to the fact that his attack didn't do any damage, well . . ."
"You chased off a cute foreign boy," Minako sobbed, "now I'll never get a boyfriend."
IIIIIIIIII
Pluto frowned in confusion. It was if the boy, her savior, had no past. Resolving to settle the issue later, she decided to check the future.
The gates displayed a powerful looking man sitting on a large throne. Reclining at his feet with her head rested on his leg was . . . her. Setsuna licked her lips unconsciously as the view widened to reveal the rest of the senshi laying around the room in various states of undress.
Setsuna gasped when the man suddenly raised his head to stare back at her with a set of the greenest eyes. They maintained eye contact for a few moments until the image shattered.
She needed to think on what she'd seen, well after she changed her panties anyway. She shivered in pleasure, that was one future she couldn't wait to experience.
AN: Just a bit of fun.
Omake: Valhalla
Harry groaned in pain, he'd thought death wasn't supposed to hurt, looked like he was wrong. His jaw dropped in shock after Harry managed to open his eyes to examine his surroundings.
"Where am I?" Harry murmured in shock.
"Where did you expect to be?" A large man asked.
"Dead," Harry said honestly.
"That makes sense," the man said reassuringly, "Asgard, home of Valhalla where fallen warriors hone their skills to perfection."
"Oh."
"Not where you expected to end up?"
"I didn't expect to end up anywhere," Harry replied, "it's not something I gave much thought to."
"Rejoice then, your courage in your final battle prompted your selection."
"I didn't do much," Harry said with an embarrassed blush.
"What did you do?"
"Well . . ."
Omake: Cear er Care Azkaban
Harry rose to his feet with a groan, just were the hell was he?
"Hello," an oddly cute voice said from behind, "I'm sunshine bear, who are you?"
Harry turned and began screaming in Horror. "REDUCTO, REDUCTO, REDUCTO, REDUCTO." It took him several months, but he eventually cleared out all the horrifically pastel creatures that infested his new home.
Mini Omake By Tommy King
Harry awoke, shook his head, worked a pinky in his ear not believing what he was
hearing but yes it was
"I love you, you love me.."
"AVADA KEDAVRA" he shouted
Later he wished he hadn't done it, he really didn't want the fame, but the thank
you letters from parents all over his new world made it all worthwhile.
Omake by hatten_jc (from my habit of spelling lungs as lounges)
The question hang in the air uncomfortable what was the Furniture doing in there.
Voldemort "I would like to know that to"
Behind the other Order of the fried chicken Fred and George grinned a perfect prank.
Wonder what Fudge would say once he discover all the Dementors of Azkaban was hiding in his toilet.
Or what Harry Potter would say finding out his room was now a Vela colony.
Omake by Daenerys (Harry takes polyjuice and replaces or imperios Lucius Malfoy)
In other news, a shocking anouncement by Lord Lucius Malfoy rocked the
Wizengamot today.
After the confession of once more having succumbed to the Imperius curse,
Lord Malfoy has remained out of sight and remained quiet until he resumed
his ancestral seat this morning. He consistently abstained from all voting,
which surprised more than one of the august body. Several initiatives that
he himself had suggested were brought up, after several months of
hesitations and procedural mistakes had prevented their voting, they were
struck down without the support of the votes controlled by Lord Malfoy.
While surprising, it was only when new business was called for that Lord
Malfoy truly amazed everyone.
Once again Lord Malfoy indicated his reluctant and forced membership in the
terrorist organisation the "Death Eaters". He indicated that this second
occurance had shaken him considerably, to the point where he was unsure just
what had been done under his own thoughts, and what had been guided by the
dark lord Riddle. Astonishingly, he mentioned that he had found a way to
ensure that he never fell for such tricks again.
In front of the press, the Wizengamot and the public, Lord Lucius Malfoy
swore an oath on both his life and his magic never to support the dark lord,
or allow the dark lord to influence him ever again.
To the amazement of all, this oath took immediate effect, not on Lord Malfoy
himself, but on the faded mark on his arm. It issued a hideous green smoke,
and the Lord appeared in much pain as it crept upward. Lord Malfoy appeared
to beseech the gods silently as he looked upward, and the smoke slowly
turned black before evaporating from his head, followed by his immediate
collapse.
Healers arrived and were able to confirm that Lord Malfoy is in good health,
appearing to have been unharmed by the dramatic event.
This did not however, diminish even more shocks coming from the prestigous
house of Malfoy. Once Lord Lucius Malfoy was again able to stand on his own,
he motioned for quiet and continued with flabergasting all of the British
Magical world.
Lord Malfoy, now forever out of the reach of the dark lord, called on Aurors
and Unspeakables to investigate his home. Upon questioning, Lord Malfoy told
them that while under the influence of the Imperius he had acquired many
dark objects. He requested that a full investigation of his manor be made,
as even he did not know all that he might have done while cursed.
The Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimegeour, issued the following statement.
"I applaud the measures taken by Lord Malfoy to reassure the Wizengamot and
the greater wizarding world of his determination to end the influence of the
dark lord on his life. Following his magical oath, which has been examined
by the Unspeakables, I feel confident issuing a pardon for any actions he
may have taken while under the influence of the imperius curse."
Lord Malfoy's surprises had not ended however. With an obvious heavy heart,
he continued to make history.
"I supported a dark lord while under the influence of one of the three most
foul curses that have ever been known. Under that influence, I enacted the
policies and wishes of the caster, while struggling under the shame this
brought me as the head of the Malfoy family. Most dissapointing to me
however, was not what was done by myself under the control of someone else,
but what my son did willingly and under no control whatsoever. My heart
cried out as he knelt before another, and willingly and happily took the
hideous mark that I have only just managed to rid myself of.
It is with a heavy heart that today I therefore dismiss Draco Malfoy from my
family."
With this last statement, what appeared to be a broken man was escorted by
his wife out of the ministry, before they both disapparated. When Lady
Black* was asked about the disownment, she replied that the Malfoy family
would be focussed on creating a new heir. Lord Malfoy's was seen to smile
lovingly at his spouse at this comment.
For reactions to these events see Pages 8 - 12
For Dumbledre's comments see Page 7
For Lord Black's comments see Page 13
* I'm unsure of the title results of a marriage on the title of a higher
female. Would Narcissa remain as the Lady Black, given that that title is
higher than Lady Malfoy, or would her rank ramain the same, but with the
title Lady Malfoy?