[a/n]Sequel to #120

Harry Does Different DXXIIIb

Malfoys Don't Kneel 2

Amelia Bones had stormed through Hogwarts Castle without acknowledging a soul. Her expression was such that no student or staff member would dare. Upon reaching the Hospital Wing, she dropped it for the Auntie face. Taking the chair beside her sleeping niece's bed, she cast a diagnostic spell and relaxed.

"I do not tell you how to run the DMLE." A soft voice interrupted the moment, coldly. "Do not come in here and question my treatments. In future I will provide all information when asked for."

Turning, the director nodded her head perhaps half-an-inch but did not apologize "Would it be safe to waken her? I must get a first-hand account. There are too many potential problems with what I did get to know how to react."

"Does my medical opinion matter?" sneered the mediwitch, though afterward "No, the sleep is a natural one. The slap, as I understand it, sounded much worse than it really was. Although, a bit harder, or a fist instead and we'd be talking about eye damage. If you value her health, you will speak quietly. Make no sharp demands. Ideally, you should conduct your investigations among the uninjured, first."

Bones nodded "I will accede to your recommendation. I shall return in a couple of hours." And the witches went their separate ways.

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"Where's Cedric, Potter? Is he dead?" Dudley Dursley was engaging in his favorite pastime, entertaining his two best friends "How about your Mum, Potter? Her too, yeh?"

From a spot unseen came a counter "Funny I always heard elephants were smart. Obviously the teacher was wrong."

"Wha- - well well well, lookit we got here." The tall skinny Piers Polkiss was closest to the source "Pretty girl got a bit of a mouth."

Green-shirted Malcolm gave a predatory grin and approached "What do you care about the little freak for? Got something more interesting for you."

"Susan? Susan Bones? What're you doing here?" the lone boy on the swing looked up from his misery, face taking on a look of shock.

And a second, much sterner, female voice behind him commanded "Off you go, you four. Else you'll find yourselves in front of a magistrate. For harassment." None of the boys had ever seen so many braids on a cop.

Only Harry, too shocked at the presence of a classmate in his personal hell, didn't flee. "What …err..ahh… doing baa here?" he was looking at the girl.

"Most eloquent." The older witch said, drily. Then introduced herself and bowed formally "Amelia, regent of the Noble and Moste Ancient House of Bones. We beg leave to thank you for your heroic act of this past 24 June. And, if we may be so bold, ask a favor?"

Harry felt out of his depth, especially when his classmate took his hand and bowed over it. He fumbled a response "You're …ahh… welcome. Nothing anyone would've done. Uhhmm …right thing."

"Yes, and after all Hufflepuff treated you like skrewt-dung all year." Said Susan, ashamedly "And I am quite embarrassed for my own behavior. I wouldn't blame you a bit if you'd let Malfoy break my jaw."

Harry shrugged at that "Looked like a cheap shot to me. And I don't think boys should hit girls, anyway. As for beating Malfoy? That was just fun. Would've been worth detentions, or a mess of points."

"Which brings us, conveniently, around to the favor I mentioned." Madam Bones cut in.

Harry allowed "Sure, what do you need?"

"I don't mean an insult" the senior witch went on "but that is a worrying ignorance of Wizarding society. How much …or more accurately… how little do you actually know?"

The boy's gaze dropped to his shoes "Just what the Weasleys say, and what Hermione reads. Ron's not interested and the twins …well… they want to put Zonko's out of business, don't care about much else."

"Bloody hell! I had no idea!" exclaimed Susan, who instantly blushed under her aunt's scowl.

That was when the typically bright summer afternoon suddenly began turning black. The heat and humidity gave way to a freezing chill. Madam Bones ordering "Wands out! Both of you! Something is very wrong."

"Dementors. Do you either of you know the Patronus Charm?" Harry was scanning the sky when twin squeals of death echoed all around.

Amelia filed that away for further consideration, only giving her niece a fleeting glance "Expecto Patronum, Suz, I know you've not learned it. Just do your best." She grinned as she caught the boy's look "A boa constrictor. Slytherin alum. Annnd? Quite impressive."

Each patronus charged a Dementor, driving the dark creatures off with little difficulty. Susan looked disheartened "For all the good my barely noticeable spell did."

"Don't be so hard on yourself." Harry squeezed her shoulder "You never heard of it before. I've been using it since last year."

Amelia tapped her nose with her wand "That's the when, even the why. Nevertheless, remarkable for an incoming Fifth Year. Few Aurors manage that strong a spell, though most at least produce a stream. I can see at least three interesting conversations from that alone. But, back to the main - - Susan!"

"Got her. I passed out my first time." The boy wasn't bigger than the young witch to any real degree, but he supported Susan's weight without effort "Best thing we can do is get some chocolate into her. Much as I hate to suggest it, my relatives are chocolate fiends."

Abcij

Amelia wasn't terribly concerned about her niece's condition. She could have easily apparated all of them to Auror HQ, home, or St. Mungo's if she felt the need, but the investigator in her wanted to see the world according to The-Boy-Who-Lived. A couple turns and five city blocks later, she was more than a little impressed at the unerring confidence that he knew where he was going among all these identical houses. And still, no strain at carrying a limp person; This leading to the observation that he had no wizarding instincts.

"They'd never give me a key." Said Harry as they approached the door that was no different than any other "Think you can do Alohamora for me? *grunt* Getting a bit heavy."

The older witch chuckled "We'll not share that with Susan, shall we?" Though absorbing another bit of information. Drew her wand and fired "Alohamora"

"What is this? POTTTER! How did you get in?" Vernon Dursley appeared almost like magic, waving about angrily. He was brought up short by an official uniform "oh. So sorry, Commander! Bloody Hell! Sorry again, madam!" Deflating, the rotund man asked "What did the b-boy do to draw the attention of such a h-h-high official?"

Amelia Bones was no fool, she didn't have all the answers, but had some good guesses "He interfered in my niece's defense, yon girl he holds. If you would, Harry, please set her down. Susan seems to be waking. She wandered the nearby park and I heard her cry out. I did not get close enough …fast enough… to see much detail, but four boys …one quite large another tall and lanky ran off as she fell. Poor gel, quite sensitive."

"I see. Sorry to hear that." The host tried heroically to hide a twitch of nervousness. But failed "Please, accept our hospitality, Commander. Might you need to call in? Or does the poor child need an ambulance?"

Susan stirred, twisted in Vernon's favorite chair, and moaned her way to consciousness "Auntie? Ha-harry? Are the Dementors gone?"

It wasn't what Madam Bones had in mind, but she straightened just as Petunia came on the scene "My niece requires chocolate to recover. It is the prescribed treatment for exposure magical creatures we call Dementors. Very dangerous that fortunately, you are unlikely to encounter."

"No! Out! I won't HAVE it!" this from Harry's aunt "We have had too much freakishness! Leave at once! And get HER ESPECIALLY O-U-T!"

Susan recoiled "Wha'd'I'du?"

"Nothing at all. They have their own problems." Harry answered softly, while glaring at his aunt "Madam Bones, if you can spare a Galle - - no, make that a Sickle - - It's wizard money, but an ounce of silver. Worth ten times a Hershey bar or a cup of hot chocolate. I'll get it." He looked at the older witch, adding "You should stay here for Susan. Especially if Dudley comes."

Vernon surged for his nephew "Why all the - - How dare you!"

"Impedimenta!" leapt from Madam Bones' wand "That will fade in a minute or so, sir. But I warn you to restrict your movements …and especially, your outbursts. As we depart, I will adhere to Harry's offer of a Sickle."

Petunia gaped at the spectacle of her husband, just standing there in mid-lunge. Her only movement came when her son arrived, which was to clamp a hand over his mouth and push him into the couch.

Madam Bones, noted the fat teen's leer at her niece's mostly bare legs. And flicked her wand at the blanket draped over the couch, instructing "Keep that on you, Suz. Chills are normal after Dementor exposure."

"Sure Auntie" there was a little shudder to her voice. And grinned faintly when her classmate arrived, offering a cup of steaming liquid and a thin dark bar. Accepting both with a "Thank you Harry."

The boy couldn't help but glow in the warmth of the girl's gratitude. He should have known better. An owl burst through the Dursley backyard doors with a letter:

Dear Mr Potter,

We have received intelligence that you performed the Patronus Charm twice [2x] at twenty-three minutes past nine this evening in a Muggle-inhabited area and in the presence of a Muggle. Additionally, an Impedimenta ON a Muggle within the last five [5] minutes

The severity of this breach of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery has resulted in your expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ministry representatives will be calling at your place of residence shortly to destroy your wand.

As you have already received an official warning for a previous offence under Section 13 of the International Confederation of Warlocks' Statute of Secrecy, we regret to inform you that your presence is required at a disciplinary hearing at the Ministry of Magic at 9 a.m. on the twelfth of August.

Hoping you are well,

Yours sincerely,

Mafalda Hopkirk

"Shit! Bloody hell! FUCK!" Harry spat out in disgusted fury.

Vernon cackled gleefully as the spell fully released him "Heeheehee! You've no place to go! Hawhawhaw!"

"Oh shut up you fat lard." This from an irritated very senior witch. She caught Harry by the shoulder "This letter is so full of holes you can fly a hippogriff through it. Probably with a dragon or two to spare."

Dudley spoke for the first time in the whole incident "Dragons are real?"

"Of course not! Don't be ridiculous!" snapped Vernon, then to the magicals "As may be. No more of any of your freakishness in my house. All of you out. Out! OUT! O-U-T!"

Amelia ignored both Dursleys "They're right to a point, Harry. Your wand is not getting destroyed. Especially with us as witnesses. However, this affair would best be handled elsewhere. Get everything …and I mean EVERY thing… I shall be using my good offices to ensure that this is the last time you stay here again."

"Dumbledore said otherwise!" Petunia blurted out almost involuntarily. After the fact, was appalled she'd done so.

The magical teens looked confused, the Head of the DMLE however gave a sage nod and lied royally "Something I've heard vague rumors of. But something worth following up on. As may be. Off you go Harry. I'll settle accounts with your aunt and uncle."

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"Definitely different." Said Harry, on his arrival at The Ossuary "Only know the Burrow …the Weasleys' house… and Hogwarts. No offense, Susan, but I think anyone would be surprised you live here. I am."

His first clue was the Elf who greeted them who was over 7 feet tall. Who, immediately summoned butterbeer, serving it in flagons that Harry hoped only looked like skulls. Floating candles were common enough in Hogwarts, but the ones here were held by skeletal arms.

"Just a quick talk and I will let you both turn in." said Madam Bones. The witches were entirely unaffected by their surroundings "Harry, you can send your owl to let your friends know where you are. And why. The tone of that letter, and the errors in it, tell me something deeper is at work. Expulsion is all out of proportion for some underaged magic. Never mind it being entirely justifiable. And …no… I have not forgotten about the Malfoy matter. But, no reason to discuss that tonight. Feel free to use a lightening charm on your trunk. Empty room at the top of the stairs, all the way to the back. Suz, before you go up, a minute."

The boy nodded "Thank you for your help, Madam Bones. Susan, almost nice to meet you in a way. I think this is the most amount of time we ever talked. G'nite." **yawn**

"Good night, Harry." Answered the redhead girl, sunnily "And thank you sooo much. For everything."

After the boy was well out of hearing, Amelia addressed her niece "I have seen that look on teenaged girl faces since I was one. You and I need to have a chat, Suz."

"We had the sex talk, Auntie." Susan whined "I know what goes where. And no boy is going there anytime soon, anyway."

The adult rolled her eyes and chastised "Careful. You're not remotely ready for your title. And no doubt, you've had input from that budding blonde bombshell of a Hannah. No, the last few hours have been VERRRY informative. Rather, I was thinking of a Harry Potter talk." She cast a gaze up the stairs. And, face twisting oddly, concluded "As soon as I figure out what I'm talking about."

"His cousin is a pervert. And that gang of his is nasty. I'm sure the fat uncle would've tried looking up my shorts if not for Harry's blanket idea. Bit sneaky about it too, not that I'm complaining. In front of his wife, no less!" Susan was a mix of emotions "I think I'll goto bed now. But I really need to learn that Patronus spell." She ignored the pat on her behind from her aunt as she climbed the staircase. The railing, also, was made of bones.