"I understand." I smile and I offer to shake the hand of the Centaur. "In the morning, Tomorrow. I will bring my Females. We will have 'First Meal'. Each of us can bring two others. Advisors and the like. I would advise that you bring one whose view is not in line with yours. I presume you are vegetarian…" Bane clasped my forearm almost to the elbow, before turning tail and disappearing into the shadows.

I turn and offer the same hand to the spider. It reached out with its foreleg, and brushed my palm. "Will you need something to eat or will last night's leavings hold you.?"

Click Click "Pig." and it was gone even faster than Bane was.

WHHP

With final orders to the Elves to scrub the castle, I headed to the infirmary and dropped onto 'my' bed.

Sleep was quick to claim me.

It was afternoon when I was roughly tossed out of bed by my blonde wife.

Daphne, Tori, and Tracy were dressed like they were when I left them last night. Pansy was dressed like a street whore from the time of 'Jack the Ripper'.

"Morning Beautiful." I stood slowly. "I see you are finished with Pansy. Are you keeping her?"

"We have not decided." Daphne smirked. "But it was fun."

"And where's everyone?" Tracy asked.

"Ginny is right there. I promised her that Molly would be able to bury her. Ronald was last seen in the Room of Requirement." I grin evilly. "I left him locked in a dark room with several Acromantula clicking in the dark." Then I Frowned. "Got a bit sloppy. Draco escaped." I shrugged. "Everyone else was stripped and fed to the Acromantula colony. That reminds me. Daphne, in the morning, you and Hermione need to join me for Breakfast at the edge of the Forest. We will be meeting with Envoies from the Colony and the Herd.

"Question: Were any of the minions you fed to the Colony alive?" Astoria asked.

"Only those who Ginny didn't kill." I look at her, "Why?"

"They were not so…gentle in grabbing us." She sneered.

"Well they died in fear." I adjust my gear. "Have you notified Hermione yet?"

"Yes." Daphne smiled. "And she is calling for an Emergency Meeting of the Wizengamot. I am needed to proxy for Our Houses and Sue for Damages against House Nott and Declare Blood Feud against House Malfoy."

"And Allies." I Sneered. "Lord Parkinson has a chance to Survive. You are the Voice of the Master of Death. You are empowered to Offer them His Gift."

"Astoria. Return Home. Take your puppy with you." Daphne sighed. "Oh, and don't forget your Cerberus."

I just shook my head. "Don't Bruise her. Hermione doesn't like damaged toys."

"You're going to just let me…" The panicked witch looked at him with her wide eyes.

"Tell us true. I heard some of your… post battle activities." I ran my finger along the exposed skin of her breasts. "Did the fear of me… and my power here, make your ride with them more …"

Pansy swallowed. Her face had grown to fit her nose. "Yes."

"And Do You want that to happen again?"

Pansy sniffled. "Y-y-yes."

I stepped behind her. "That's why I am keeping you alive. You will provide my Wives and Mistresses with the Interest they ask for." I hissed in her Ear.

"And you…. Master?" Pansy shivered.

"If they give you to me, I will enjoy your body to its fullest." I Whispered in her Ear. "And I enjoy Daphne and Hermione both."

I stepped away from the shivering witch as her knees gave out.

"Why does she get to be enjoyed, and I don't?" Astoria pouted.

"Because you haven't asked his Wife." Daphne snapped.

I just stepped into the void, heading for my Hideout closest to London.

WHHP

After showering and drinking a cup of Death Wish Coffee Espresso, I dressed in Black Dragonhide Leather. I grabbed a Guy Fawkes mask, and charmed it to my face.

After restocking my weapons and ammo supplies, I drew my Cloak(Yes… That Cloak) about me and returned to the Ministry atrium.

I joined the flood of panicking wizards and witches rushing towards the Great Wizengamot Chamber…

On one wall, a selection of Seats are held in memorandum… held for Lines that were pivotal to the Forging of the Empire, but had died out honourably. The Sixteen Houses include, but not limited to, The Founders, Peverel, and Emyrs.

I sit in the House Peverel Seat. The throne-like chair shivered as I sat, then went quiet, laying in wait.

Hermione entered the Chamber, herding the Minister, a small man, (physically, magically, and in personality) Trask Tolliver. Often called Tripp. Tiny Trask Tolliver. What only Hermione knew, he was also a triple threat. While he was considered weak… he was a Master of Cunning and Conniving. While he could barely blast his way out of a paper bag, he could do the small Magics faster than others, and his opponents usually took themselves out. Where he was often overlooked, he knew the Law and Policy better than everyone. The only reason he was better than Hermione, he was ten years her senior. He also knew where the bodies were buried.

As Hermione settled the Minister in his Seat, Kingsley Shacklebolt entered the Chamber and Ordered the Doors Closed. Taking the Seat in the Chief Warlock's Pulpit, He Gaveled the Gathering into session. Just before I was lost, I had commented that the only way to remove Shacklebolt from his post as Minister was to Vote him in as Chief Warlock. The next month… he was.

"Now, Undersecretary Granger, I was informed that you had a Need for this Emergency Assembly." He peered over the rail at the Chestnut haired Witch.

"Chief Warlock, Minister, Assembled Members. I have some important news. The Dragon Lord has fallen. The Horde has been slaughtered and Lord Dragon flees before the Hounds of Hell. Come September First… The School will be accepting new Students. All Students should be able to resume their studies."

"You called an Emergency Assembly for that?" Thaddeus Nott sneered as He stood, "Not about how my Son Died?"

"Your Kidnapping and Rapist Son?" Daphne shouted as she stood. "Your Dragon Horde Spy Son? Last I heard, the Witch Hunter got him."

"You Bitch!" Nott screeched, as he drew his wand.

Bang!

The Sound of the Colt .50 Anaconda roaring echoed through the Chamber.

"Lords and Ladies." I dropped the Cloak as I stood, the Mask distorted my voice. "Auror Nott was either an Oathbreaker, or had not taken his oaths of office. Either way, He was gifted with Death from its Master. As I have sworn, to everyone who served the Dragon, their Life would end by Dawn."

Nott was holding a hand to his wounded shoulder of his wand hand, the wand being thrown off to the side. "My Son?"

"Died with Honour and his Wand in hand." I nod to the former Death Eater. "Now, I have taken my Family Seat, I think I will… enjoy my time here."

"Your Family Seat?"

"Peverel. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Cheroen Peverel, Lord and Head of my House." I smirk at my quick thinking.

"That's a Dead House!" Parkinson Roared as he stepped up.

"Yes… so I don't get a vote… but I think that my voice carries far." Hermione is biting her hand to keep from laughing as Daphne is having to clench her jaw.

"My Daughter…" Parkinson pleaded.

"We will talk later." I wave my hand in 'these aren't the droids' manner.

Hermione snorted as her fight against laughing is ratcheted up.

"Am I to understand that everyone there is dead?" Kingsley asked, his deep voice deepening.

"Parkinson lives only because my Bloodline has taken her as Vassal. Draco Malfoy is on the Run, and he will be dead soon. Weasley and Weasley are dead or as good as. Her Mother will be able to bury her and even hold an open casket. All others have faced the same Fate as those who come to Hogwarts in Malice."

"And what gives you the Right?" A man in a Van Dyke… who I recognised as Daphne's Father… Lord Greengrass.

"I have been Named… Lord Hogwarts."

"So… Lord Hogwarts." Tripp stood up. "You say that you are going to be open for September. And in the meantime?"

"I am not the Headmaster. I need to find myself a staff, and let them organize the curriculum that they want to put forward. If I get enough interest I might teach a Hit-Wizard class… or something."

"Lord Hogwarts… Peverel… whatever you are calling yourself, what are our students to do until then?" Neville Longbottom stepped out of the shadows.

"Lord of the Green, Lord Longbottom. It pleases me to see you. I ask that you make yourself available to Hogwarts… Head of Gryffindor." I cock my head to the side. "If I have enough returning professors, I can be persuaded to open what the Muggles call a summer camp."

"You speak of Muggles…" Nott sneered as he returned to the light.

"You Speak Wisdom…Nott." I growl. "So did Weasley. I left him trapped in the dark with his greatest fear… but I don't think your Wife will be as forgiving as the spiders."

"Ha-hogwarts! You didn't!"

"Tried to feed me to my Fears… so I fed him to His." I sneered. "I will do the same for anyone who threatens me and mine… oh, Greengrass. Your youngest has a new pet … and a Cyberus puppy. You will need to speak to Creatures or send her back to Hogwarts. The Dragon is awake." I step back into the Shadows.

"I move for a quick Recess." Daphne called out. "Lord Not needs medical care and a few of us would like a word with Ogden… and I am not talking about Lord Obyrt Ogden."

King sighed. "Fifteen minutes, and I do mean fifteen minutes." He banged his Gavel. "Recess Declared." He then pulled out a muggle hip flask.

When the Gavel fell fifteen minutes later, Hermione used the Assembled Quarm to peel away a few of the oppressive laws, and push for Creature Rights.

The Wizengamot let out just before Noon.

Everyone rushed out to gather, plot, plan, and scheme.

Tripp, Hermione, Daphne and Shacklebolt gathered in the centre of the Chamber. I had redawned the Cloak, drifted up to the group. I noticed that Tripp was not included in the group chat, but hanging close enough to hear… or rather overhear.

"You do know that George Weasley makes an item that makes that easier?" I stand beside him.

"Yes… But your Wife scans for them. She burned my first three." He smiled. "It's good to see you again, Lord Potter-Black. I am glad that you are back and that you're a force for the light."

"Keep yourself in the Light. I would hate to have to come calling in the middle of the night. My Wife likes you… and likes playing your Puppet Master Beard." I clap him on the Shoulder. "Have Her call on the Master of Death or the Witch Hunter if you need someone scared or Gifted. I have a Dark Lord to finish crushing under my boot. He might be named Draco, but he is more like a cockroach." I ghost away into the upper floors, avoiding anyone and everyone looking for me.

A pinch of powder, a mumbled 'Malfoy Manor', and I had removed my Cloak and was dusting myself when I noticed a face I had not seen in years.

"Dobby?" Hope and disbelief filled my voice.

"No Sir. Dibby be Dibby. Spawn of Dobby and Milly." the little guy squeaked.

Because I hunted the Streets, I never needed to deal with House Elves. Now that I am back… I know the Power and Wonder these little people are and only half of what they can do. "And Who do you Serve, if you can answer."

"Dibby serves House Malfoy… on loan from House Black…Master." He tugged at his pillowcase.

"Does Dibby want House Black to reclaim him?" I remove my right hand glove, and allow my rings to glint in the firelight.

Dibby dove under my palm, pressing his little head to my Palm. "Dibby Serve!"

I felt the Bond snap into place. "Who is in the House?"

"Master Draco is hiding below. Miss Cissi is drunk in Solarium."

"Take me to Cissi." I smile gently at the little guy. "I will see her… Black Family business."

I follow the little guy as he walks to a room that is, three walls and half the ceiling, made of glass. Where there once was a Witch that wielded Power in all of its Fashion, now sat… no, slumped, a woman that was not taking care of herself.

"Oh Cissi." I whisper, before I inhale, and stride into the room. "Narcissa Black!" I announce myself. "Is this the way a Daughter of a Most Ancient and Noble House comports herself? Like a drunk Muggle housewife?"

Her reaction had her on her feet, her wand pointed between my eyes… Then her eyes widened as she recognized me. "My Lord… He said you were Dead!" her legs gave out as she collapsed. Dibby 'pushed her over so that she landed on the fainting couch, as I stepped around and sat in the wicker sun chair.

"Draco was masterful." My purring voice hid the distaste I held for her spawn. "He moved the opposition perfectly. I could not counter his moves without proving his accusations correct. So when they ruled that they could not let a Wizard of my Power run unchecked, I was given an Ultimatum. Death or Azkaban. I chose Death. I had a wonderful night with my wives, and by Dawn… The Wizard Harry Potter was no more."

I watched the Witch pull herself together. I saw the Mind behind the Rise of House Malfoy engage and come to full speed. "The Wizard… you cast off your Magic?"

"I was bound, Mind and Core. An altered Fidelius Charm." I smiled at her. "For the last three years… I was just an over skilled Muggle. I was hunting those who my Handler said deserved it." I sighed, "From the beginning, I heard rumours of a Dark Lord Dragon and his horde. I was chasing them… hunting them…"

She stiffened. "No!"

"Then three days ago, Draco did something stupid… like he did back in Hogwarts." I inhale and countdown from ten as I exhale. Not to build tension, but to control my emotional output. "He touched the untouchable."

"Greengrass-Black." Narcissa sighed. "So… what happens to me?"

"Dippy. Back Cissi Black's things and take her to the Black Townhouse. She's coming Home." I stand, placing my hand on her shoulder. "Welcome home, Daughter. I am sorry for your loss. I will do what I can to arrange for an open casket."

The Witch Hunter was on the Job.

WHHP

It took me twenty minutes to find the stairs down to the lower level.

I was hunting him the muggle way.

A Colt Anaconda in my right hand, an Electric Torch in my left, with my left wrist supporting my right.

First was the root cellar, which was used to disguise the Wine Cellar. As I walked through the dusty racks of vintage that were worth more for their labels then their contents… I began to notice that the dust on the floor was disturbed by feet bigger than an Elf's and wearing footwear…

I followed the disturbance in the dust… to a solid brick wall.

I set the torch on a nearby shelf to highlight the wall where I presumed the opening was…

I then exchanged the Anaconda for the Desert Eagles, And opened fire on the brick wall.

[Flashback]

A Flask of Potion was sitting before me.

"What is this again?" I asked my Wives.

"A little something to allow our Spell work to grip ahold of you in the morning." Hermione looked away.

"She means your Core." Daphne pushed the flask closer to me. "It will allow us to bind your Core for you to better hide as a muggle."

I sigh. I am trusting my Witches. One I have trusted since I rescued her from a troll… and the Other when I followed her to the loo in first year. I bolt the potion.

It tasted NASTY.

My time under the Care of first Poppy, and then my witches, I have learned to identify the Potions by taste… and their ingredients. "Damn that was nasty." I clear my mouth. "Well… a stamina potion, fortified with a lust libation, and something that tasted of blood…"

"Yes… about that… Dragonblood." Hermione lifted her chin. "We needed to give you the best chance out there… Husband."

I stood and looked her in the eye. "That will do, Witch." I then threw her over my shoulder and carried her squealing to the bedroom.

My last thought as my mind clouded over in a pink fog… 'These Witches will kill me… one way or another.'

[Flashback end]

It turned out the potion took my body to the Maximum of Humanly possible while only adding a Stone's worth of weight.

So twin shooting Fifty Cal Desert Eagles is within my skill set. Once I had the door way outlined, I exchanged the twins for a Colt Python and the Elder Wand.

[Confringo Maxima]

I was taking no chances.

I found Draco Within… pulverised by the shockwave from the spell.

I spell-stuck a knut to each eyelid, and a bullet to his brow. Turning the bullet to a portkey, I sent him to the Ministry Atrium.

My Oath fulfilled.

TBC