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Chapter 39

After Hermione's triumphant day in court, the pair spent the rest of the day with Dumbledore looking over the correct ritual to regrow Harry's hand.

"This one looks to be the most promising," Dumbledore said brandishing a parchment written entirely in Gaelic. "From my research, Merlin himself may have consulted with the inventor of the spell."

"What does it say?" Harry asked.

"It is called Thoir air ais e" Dumbledore explained although his accent was somewhat hit and miss, somewhere, Harry thought, between a Scottish and a cockney accent. "It reputes to give back to a warrior what they have lost."

"It is an Arthurian spell," Hermione added. "And it is relatively simple to do."

"All right then, how do we do it?" Harry asked.

"We simply cast the spell." Dumbledore shrugged. "There does not appear to be any specific ritual or wand movement accredited to it, although it is rather long and the pronunciation may be tricky."

"Do you think you can pull it off?"

"Yes. I do believe so." Dumbledore confirmed. "I suggest there is no time like the present. We have already missed most of the school day. Should we adjourn to Merlin'sTor?"

Harry and Hermione readily agreed. Dumbledore created a portkey and they found themselves seated at the round table in very short order.

"This shouldn't take long at all Harry," Dumbledore announced. "Perhaps it would be best if you were to remove your shirt and lie down on the round table?"

Harry did as he was asked quickly doffing his shirt and laying bare-chested on the table. He winced at the chilly stone against his back.

"I would suggest a warming charm," Hermione said. "But I'd be afraid that it would interfere with Professor Dumbledore's spell."

"It's fine," Harry said getting comfortable. "A few uncomfortable moments is a small price to pay for my hand."

"Very well if we are ready?" Dumbledore asked drawing his wand.

"Phàigh a gaisgeach a' phrìs anns a' bhlàr" Dumbledore began holding his wand directly in the air. "Gu toileach rinn e a ìobairt"

A slight gust of wind began to whirl around the chamber.

"Tha mi a' guidhe ort Antiian Magics" the old man continued as he lowered his wand so it was over Harry. A soft golden light began to glow from the tip. "thoir air ais an gaisgeach seo de ghàirdean nan Solais thuige gus an dèan e seirbheis dhut a-rithist!" The glow continued and as Harry looked on in amazement a golden liquid began to trickle from Dumbledore's wand and form into a ball.

"Thoir air ais làmh a' ghaisgich seo" Dumbledore intoned as the golden ball began to transform into the shape of an arm and hand. Dumbledore directed the golden arm towards Harry's stump.

"gabh còmhla" He commanded.

The arm came to a rest on Harry's stump but when Harry tried to move it the arm disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"What happened?" Harry asked. "Did you do something wrong?"

"I do not believe so," Dumbledore said staring at the parchment in front of him. "I performed the spell as written. Unless for some reason your arm is not supposed to be magically restored." Dumbledore mused. "It is as though Magic itself rejected the spell"

"Great." Harry grumped. "So I just have to go through life without an arm?"

"For the moment at least," Dumbledore said resting a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. "We are working with magical forces we do not fully understand. Destiny and Prophecy work to their own agenda."

"So what do we do now?" Harry demanded.

"In the short term, I think we must carry on. We have the Royal Visit to the ministry."

"I think we need to make sure we have Order wands ready to be put in the field."

"I will issue the orders, Harry." Dumbledore agreed. "We will put several Order members into the public Gallery."

"And Pritchard." Harry insisted.

"As you wish." Dumbledore agreed. "Now let us return to Hogwarts"

Cornelius Fudge, Dolores Umbridge and Percy Weasley found themselves feeling very out of place in Muggle London. They had been summoned to Kensington Palace to meet with Lord Norfolk, the Earl Marshal of England, the most senior Peer in the land and responsible for state ceremonies. The Earl was dressed in a smart dinner suit while the three magical were dressed uncomfortably in ill-fitting muggle garb.

"There will of course be a parade." Lord Norfolk explained.

"A parade?" Fudge asked. "Where? It's not like you people can access magical areas?"

"Well, we will march down the Mall through Admiralty Arch to… erm where are you fellows based anyway?"

"Under Whitehall," Percy said.

"I see." Norfork mused. "Well, we will go down through Admiralty Arch and back around onto Horse Guards Parade where the Prince of Wales will preside over the Trooping of the Colour as a cover for Her Majesty and the Duke of Edinburgh to come to your Ministry. Black Rod tells me that the Visitor's Entrance is in a telephone box?"

"That is correct." Umbridge smiled. "We need a way for you Muggles to get in you see."

"That will not be appropriate for Her Majesty. Is there any other way?"

"Muggles enter the Ministry of Magic by the Visitors Entrance." Umbridge insisted. "If the visitor's entrance is below the Queen's dignity she need not attend."

"When the Sovereign wishes to make an inspection tour of one of her Ministers she will." Norfolk snapped.

"We could Port Key Her Majesty and the Duke?" Percy suggested.

"That would work." Fudge agreed.

"And their retinue?" Norfolk asked.

"How many?" Umbridge asked.

"I will be in attendance as the Earl Marshal obviously," Norfolk said.

"Obviously…" Umbridge muttered.

"There will usually be an Equerry, and probably about fifty members of the Household Cavalry."

"Fifty muggle soldiers inside the Ministry of magic!" Umbridge spat. "That is unheard of."

"That sounds like an invasion force," Fudge added. "Out of the question."

"I am sure we can negotiate the number of the soldiers," Percy said. "My Lord, you must try and look at it from our point of view. We can't simply allow fifty muggles to roam inside the Ministry."

"I do see your position, Mister Weasley," Norfolk admitted calming down. "But you must see it from ours. This is a State occasion and we must always put our best foot forward, and after all Her Majesty can not be left unguarded."

"Would 10 soldiers be enough?" Percy asked.

"I think we can make do with a smaller company. The Ministry of Magic is after all a department of our Government."

Both Umbridge and Fudge winced at that statement.

"Very well. Secretary of State you will ride in the parade in one of the carriages with the Prime Minister who will also be joining the tour of your Ministry. Please come to Buckingham Palace no later than 9 am. I am told that your Wizarding Media intend to broadcast the parade and Her Majesty's appearance in the Wizengamot."

"That is right. The Wizard Wireless Network will broadcast it all live." Percy told them.

"Good show. Then I suppose we will see you all tomorrow morning. Good day." Norfolk said standing and leaving the room.

Preparations in the Ministry of Magic itself were furious. Whole battalions of House Elves had been put to work cleaning every surface, polishing every desk and buffing all of the brass work. From the ceiling of the atrium hung ginormous Union Flags of the United Kingdom and in the centre the flag of the Ministry of Magic. Along the hallway to the Minister's office, a muggle oil portrait of Queen Elizabeth the Second's coronation was hung as though it had always been there.

Aurors were briefed and given brand new ceremonial scarlet uniforms displaying the ERII cipher of the Queen over their heart. The Department of Muggle Relations suddenly, and for the first time, took centre stage. They were responsible for ensuring there was a place for Her Majesty to rest away from the prying eyes of the public.

Mister Ollivander had been commissioned to create a Royal Staff, to represent the Great Sword of State that was used in Royal ceremonies in the Muggle Parliament. The results were pleasing to the eye. He crafted a staff that was seven feet long out of mahogany, its outside had been bejewelled with sapphires and emeralds and he filled it with the scale of a Welsh Green dragon for its core. It had not been tested, Ollivander was assured that the staff would never actually be called upon to use magic, it just had to look regal.

There was a bit of an issue between the Ministry of Magic and the Yeoman Warders, the Keepers of the Crown Jewels owing to the fact the Yeomen never do anything without ceremony and it had already been agreed that the Royal Regalia would be present at the Ministry in the newly built Robing Room, (Thank goodness for House Elves.) The Imperial State Crown, Robe of State and Cap of Maintenance would need to be in situ before Her Majesty's arrival. The main issue was that because the Ministry felt they had already given too much ground by allowing the royal bodyguards into the Ministry, they had refused to allow the Yeomen to be present, but the Ministry also lacked a unit with a similar function, so a small company of Hit Wizards and Aurors had been hastily assembled and placed under the command of an Unspeakable from the Department of Mysteries and given the ceremonial name of the Royal Regalia Guards.

At midnight the night before the Royal Visit the Royal Regalia Guards assembled at the gates of the Tower Of London dressed in sky blue dress robes. The Unspeakable banged on the locked gates.

"Who goes there?" A Warder armed with a Pike and a lantern called from the battlements.

"It is I, The Unspeakable." the Unspeakable said, his face hidden behind a ceramic mask of Merlin.

"Advance and be recognised!" the Warder ordered.

The Unspeakable walked into the Light.

"May God Save the Queen." The Unspeakable called out, somewhat self-consciously.

"Pass friend." The Warder called drawing himself to attention. "Unlock the Gate," he ordered. The gates opened and the Unspeakable led his company inside.

"What is your purpose here?" the Officer of the Watch demanded.

"I come by command of my Sovereign." The Unspeakable said plainly.

"And what is your Sovereigns command?"

"My Sovereign commands you turn over custody of the Crown Jewels to me."

"And who is your Sovereign to make such commands in this place?"

"My Sovereign is She that you call Majesty." Unspeakable intoned.

"Then Our Sovereigns command will be carried out. God Save the Queen."

"God save the Queen!"

A large crate was handed over to the Royal Regalia Guard and they vanished.

Harry found himself standing on a stormy island in the middle of a loch. He didn't know where he was, but in front of him stood Voldemort.

"You will lose Harry." Voldemort hissed.

"What is this?" Harry demanded.

"This is my final warning." Voldemort sneered. "Lay down your wand and take a knee before me and I will make your death quick. I will even allow your Mudblood to live. Defy me Harry and when next we meet I will destroy you and your Mudblood will be passed around my followers. One man to the next until she dies from their violent fornication and after she is dead they will have their way once again with her corps!"

Harry sat bolt upright in bed, feeling like his scar was splitting his head open. He stumbled from bed crashed to his knees and vomited.

"Harry?" Hermione asked groggily. "Whatever is the matter?"

"Voldemort," Harry muttered.

"Has there been an attack?" Hermione asked.

"No," Harry told her, tears in her eyes. "This was a personal message. Hermione, if I fail. If I can't beat him you need to get away. Run as far away as you can. Change your name. Change your face. If he kills me, he will come for you!"

"Oh Harry, do you honestly think he isn't already going to come for me?" she asked. "I'm a mudblood after all."

"Don't say that Hermione!" Harry snapped. "Don't give them the satisfaction."

"Let's get you cleaned up come on," she said softly and helped him to his feet. She guided him to the bathroom and got him a drink of water. Whilst he cleaned himself she banished the vomit from the floor and magically changed the bed. Once he was ready she led him back to bed.

"Come on Harry it's a big day tomorrow. Let's go back to sleep. We can talk about it afterwards."

"You right Hermione." Harry whispered laying back down in bed. "I love you, Hermione."

"I Love you too Harry."

"Good morning Wizarding Britain! I am Lee Jordan newly appointed Royal Correspondent for the Wizard Wireless Network and I am currently floating on a Nimbus 2001 above Buckingham Palace awaiting the start of the first-ever parade for Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth the Second to tour the Ministry of Magic." Lee Jordan announced over the Wizarding Wireless Network to thousands of wizarding households and businesses across the United Kingdom.

"We are taking over the breakfast show to bring you this coverage uninterrupted. A quick rundown of the morning's activities. In a few moments, the Royal Family will board state coaches and a short parade will take place from Buckingham Palace down the Mall, through Admiralty Arch and finally to Horseguards Parade, where the Prince of Wales will inspect the Guards and accept the Salute in a trooping of the Colour. This of course is just a diversion as Her Majesty and the Duke of Edingurgh will be transported by Port Key to the Ministry of Magic where an inspection tour will take place and Her Majesty, accompanied by the Duke of Edinburgh will address the entire Wizengamot. We will bring you that speech today in its entirety live from the Wizengamot chamber. We are still about ten minutes from show time so I will hand you back to the studio and I will be back at the beginning of the parade. This is Lee Jordan Royal Correspondent."

Whilst Lee Jordan circled above Buckingham Palace Harry had taken his place in the Wizengamot chamber. He doubted he would be called upon to speak today and he was fine with that eventuality. He could not help but have an uneasy feeling about this session. He knew the Minister was unhappy with the situation and was about to announce his resignation, possibly during this very session. He knew that Lucius Malfoy and the Pure Blood brigade were furious at the muggle government's involvement with magical affairs and, most importantly that Voldemort was pulling the strings of Lucius Malfoy.

"Do you think Bones will go for the Ministers spot?" Harry whispered to Sirius.

"I don't know for sure," Sirius replied. "Amelia and I aren't particularly close these days, but she always said she would be happy as chief Auror. If there is an election I don't know if she would chuck her witches hat into the ring."

"Who do you think the Pure Bloods would tip?"

"At the moment it looks as if it could be Yaxely. He's been spreading a lot of gold around lately, but he could be buying nominations for someone else."

"Like Lucius Malfoy?" Harry asked rubbing his scar.

"Doubtful," Sirius replied. "More likely Umbridge. She has been chasing the Minister's office for years, and as Under Secretary she would be a natural interim choice," he explained. "Are you ok?"

"No," Harry said. "My scar is really killing me."

"Do you think Voldemort could make an appearance?"

"Possible, I suppose. But I think he is anticipating something. He is happy but also nervous."

"I'll take nervous because that means he isn't sure about what he is planning."

"Or his plans are coming to fruition. How many wands does the Order have in this chamber?"

"About thirteen on the benches," Sirius whispered. "Maybe half a dozen more in the gallery. Do you think there could be a fight?"

"I don't know. But I think we need to be ready for it."

"Hang loose Harry," Sirius advised. "You aren't used to the burden of command. We've made our plans, and we have a lot of powerful fighters in here and more ready to come at a moment's notice."

Cornelius Fudge was incredibly uncomfortable standing in the entrance of Buckingham Palace resplendent in the dress robes of the Minister of Magic. He stood alone staring at the coaches lining up outside. The Prime Minister who was standing just a few feet away chatting easily with the Duke of Norfolk took pity on the wizard and walked over extending his hand.

"Ah, Cornelius good to see you old chap." The Prime Minister smiled. "A bit of to do this."

"Just a bit. I don't mind admitting I have no clue what I'm supposed to do here."

"We are just going for a ride in the coach old boy. It's quite an honour you know."

"I guess it is. Look I know we haven't always seen eye to eye…"

"We don't discuss politics hear Cornelius." the Prime Minister interrupted. "Buckingham Palace is politically neutral. We just chat about the football or something."

"Don't know anything about football." Fudge shrugged. "What's your Quidditch team."

"What is Quidditch?" the Prime Minister asked.

Outside in the courtyard of the Palace, the Coldstream Guards began to form up dressed in scarlet tunics and their bearskin hats. They carried assault rifles with fixed bayonets. For the moment the butts of their weapons rested on the ground as they stood easy. Behind the Coldstream Guards, the band of the Royal Marines assembled. Off to the side, a company of the Blues and Royals dressed in their blue tunic, silver chest plate and silver helmet with red plumes. They were armed with sabres.

Back inside the palace the Duke of Norfolk checked his pocket watch and spoke to Fudge for the first time that morning.

"Times getting on lads." He said motioning for the Prime Minister and Fudge to follow him outside. "We will ride in this one. The Scottish State coach don't you know?"

"This is Lee Jordan coming to you live from above Buckingham Palace where I have received word the Parade is about to start."

Down on the courtyard of Buckingham Palace the Captain of the Parade took his place at the head of the column.

"Parade!" the Captain called. "Attention." one of the infantry elements snapped to attention as the band struck up a march.

"Parade will lead by the left quick MARCH!" the parade began its slow march out of the gates from Buckingham Palace.

"The Captain of the Parade today is Captain Christopher Johnson of the Second Battalion of the Coldstream Guards." Lee Jordan announced as the parade marched on. "The band of the Royal Marines is playing Land of Hope and Glory as they pass through the gates of Buckingham Palace. Behind them in the Australian State Coach is Queen Elizabeth the Second and Prince Philip the Duke of Edinburgh."

The Australian state coach was black with red wheels and drawn by six horses.

"The Australian State Coach was built by W. J. Frecklington and was a gift from the people of Australia in 1988. It is in fact the most modern of all the royal coaches boasting electric windows, whatever they are, and heated seats."

Following the Austrailian State Coach the Irish State coach. It was blue and black with gilt decorations.

"The Prince of Wales next inside the Irish State Coach, which was built in 1851 by John Hutton and Sons of Dublin. Queen Victoria bought the coach in 1853 and after the death of Prince Albert, the coach became Queen Victoria's carriage of choice. In 1988 it was completely restored by master carriage builders of the Royal Mews. This is great stuff folks!"

The band changed to "Over the Hills and Far Away" as they proceeded down the Mall and finally in the Scottish state coach Minister Fudge, the Prime Minister and the Duke of Norfolk rolled out of the palace gates.

"Finally the Minister of Magic is bringing up the rear in the Scottish State coach and behind them is the household cavalry unit the Blues and Royals."

The parade made the short trip down the Mall and into Horse Guards Parade where the coach carrying the Queen peeled off and returned empty to the Royal Mews.

"I have just been told Her Majesty and the Duke of Edinburgh have been successfully transported to the Ministry of Magic," Lee reported. "I'm going to hand you back to the studio and make my way to the Ministry where the live coverage will continue."

As all the members of the Wizengamot took their places and waited patiently for the arrival of the Queen. Madam Bones stood in her accustomed position holding the Staff of Merlin. Behind her two work wizards were placing a gold leaf throne.

"ORDER!" called Bones banging the staff on the floor. "In a few moments, Her Majesty will arrive to address this august body. I would like to remind you all that there will be no interruption of Her Majesty's speech and there will be no response whilst Her Majesty is in the chamber. Once Her Majesty has deliverd her speach and left the chamber, I will adjourn the sitting until this afternoon when members will have the opportunity to respond to Her Majesty's speech." Bones ordered reading off a parchment handed to her by a clerk. "I would also like to remind members that there are several members of the Household Cavalry in attendance in the Ministry today and it is their sworn duty to protect the Royal family. Members are reminded that they should not interfere with their duties. I would also like to welcome the Muggle Prime Minister who is also here today in the visitor's gallery, so let us show our Muggle colleague that we in Wizarding Government know how to behave correctly and with parliamentary courtesy."

There were a few moments of silence before there was a loud knock on the door of the Wizengamot chamber. Mister Weasley acting as leader of the lesser houses answered the door. After a moment he turned to Bones.

"If it pleases the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Black Rod begs admittance." Mr Weasley announced.

"Black Rod may enter." Bones intoned

Mr Weasley opened the door and Black Rod entered the chamber. He strode to the centre of the room and bowed deeply to Bones.

"Chief Warlock!" Black Rod stated, "By Royal Command the Sovereign of this great nation demands admittance to this chamber so she may address this august Body."

"The Wizengamot will be most pleased to receive the Sovereign." Bones replied. She stepped down from her spot and stood alongside Black Rod as the door to the chamber opened again and this time four members of the Household Cavalry marched in and took up station around the throne. Next Minister Fudge entered and solemnly took his seat.

"Look at Fudge," Harry whispered to Sirius.

The Minister of Magic looked as if he had not slept for days. His robes looked somewhat dishevelled, his bowler hat sat crooked atop his head and his eyes looked vacant.

"He doesn't look well does he?" Sirius murmured.

"I don't like this," Harry said, his eyes locked onto Fudge. "Be ready."

Next two trumpeters entered the room and stood either side of the door.

"My Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen. You will Rise to greet Her Majesty the Queen!"

Everybody rose as the brassy notes of the Royal fanfare were played by the trumpeters.

"Elizabeth II, by the Grace of God, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and of Her other Realms and Territories Queen, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith" Black Rod announced.

As Black Rod spoke The Queen entered the Wizengamot chamber flanked by her husband Prince Philip the Duke of Edingurgh dressed in his ceremonial uniform of the Admiral of the Fleet. Gold braid and medals gleaming in the candlelight. Her Majesty was dressed in a white dress with an ermine robe trails behind her. On her head sat the Imperial Crown of the United Kingdom. She slowly and deliberately strode to her throne and eventually took her seat.

"Be seated!" Black Rod commanded and the assembled members of the Wizengamot as well as those in the public gallery took their seats. Black Rod stepped towards the queen and handed her a scroll of parchment.

"My Lords, ladies and Gentlemen of my Wizengamot." The Queen began reading. "I am indeed pleased to be here today with you all as the first Monarch of the United Kingdom to address the Magical Government since the signing of the Magicarter. However, I must confess myself displeased at the state I find this, my Ministry of Magic. For too long have you operated without oversight first set out in the Magicarter? No longer do you answer to the government of this land? Your Ministry was intended to be a part of the overall government of the United Kingdom. Your so-called Minister of Magic was supposed to be the Secretary of State for Magic, a member of the Cabinet. Answerable to the duly elected government of the day. The intended role of this institution was to indeed manage the affairs of magical people within our realm but Unfortunately, this Ministry attempted to, slowly but surely, become a country within a country. This Ministry and its Minister took on airs and graces it was never intended to have. No longer will that be the case. Over the coming months, there will be a review carried out in line with our Government in Parliament on how it will be best able to reabsorb this Ministry of Magic within the Parliamentary estate. Department heads answerable to the Secretary of State for Magic, who in turn is answerable to the collective responsibility of Cabinet."

As the queen spoke Harry couldn't help but focus his attention on the Minister of Magic. As the speech drew to a close those unfocused eyes became alert again.

"It is my hope that this review will better enable us all to work together as one people, magical and non-magical, all citizens of Great Britain." The Queen continued not in the slightest bit aware of the danger she was about to find herself in. "One people under God."

When the Queen finished speaking Fudge stood his wand in hand pointed at the Queen. One of the soldiers saw him, drew his sabre and to charged at Fudge.

"Avadar…" Fudge began.

BANG….

BANG…

To Harry, it all happened in slow motion. Two loud shots rang out across the chamber, Harry his gun in hand had just fired two rounds at Fudge. His aim was true and both shots struck the Minister between the eyes. He fell backwards, his wand falling from his grasp.

The bodyguards surrounded the queen, and Aurors filled the chamber from all entrances. And Harry was roughly disarmed and arrested.

The chamber degenerated into pure anarchy. Nobody knew what had just happened or what had caused it to happen. All anyone knew for certain was that Harry Potter, the boy who lived had just used a muggle weapon to publicly execute the Minister of Magic.

Arthers notes:

Thank you for every one reading. This is THE chapter that every thing has been building towards. Their is one last chapter left in this story.

I hope you have all enjoyed this chapter, I really REALLY enjoyed writeing it. Thank you to every one who has liked and followed since the last chapter. I do appreciate the support.

Thank you to Kevin, my beta reader who dose sterling work and really helps me out.

Thank you to my revewers also, I really love getting those emails.

Hudy Leak613: Their you go my freind. I hope you enjoyed reading the thing as much I enjoyed writeing the bugger.

Andrew Lee Houghton: It was indeed a big mistake from blocking the ICW from entering the hearing. The last desperate attempt of defiance from a Government in its death throws

Charlee56: I think you know what that spell was...

Jkarr: Thank you as ever my freind.

N. A. Wennerholm: I don't think the queen has the ability to remove magical titles. In my story most of the titles are honerery stemming from the nobelness of the houses. Actual Peers stemming from magical families are few and far between. I also don't think people being punished for voting the wrong way is moral or just, and the Queen is Just and propper.

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Blind-pheonix: I think your assesment may have been bang on the money...

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