Cissi sighed. "She is in her Official Mode. If she isn't redirected, she is going to ruin everyone's day."

The two Black Witches returned to the door.

"Ah, Lady Malfoy. I couldn't find your husband. I need the Black Regent to stamp the Ministry Warrant for the Arrest of Mister Potter."

"Delores. My Husband is down with the Dragon Pox." Narcissa turned to the host. "It looks like I am going to have to reschedule our reservation." She strode past the short witch, Andi on her flank.

"Now Delores, what was so important that you had to interrupt my meal and my meeting?"

"Mister Potter has fled to Brazil and is hiding in Castlebrox."

"Castelbruxo." Andi corrected her. "And no… Lord Potter is not attending school there. But Steward Potter is. And if you are going to harass him… make sure you have filled your Will."

"Are you threatening me…" Delores turned to look at the Witch in Healer Green. And recognised who she was talking to.

"Delores Umbridge. Director Bones would like a word." The Black Senior Auror stepped out of the crowd. "Please accompany me to her Office."

"Just as soon as I get my Stamp From Black."

Cissi looked at her sister from the corner of her eye. Old skills and signals came to call as she spotted the sign to help dig the toad deeper.

"Tell you what, Delores. Let's take this to Director Bones." Cissi opened her Parasol and stepped into the swirl of pedestrian traffic.

Shacklebolt leaned into Andromeda. "What's going on?"

"Lord Black has tipped his first tile. Now we get to tip ours. The only question is, who do you serve? Don't tell me, your words are just hot air. Your actions will tell all."

The big bald black copper frowned as he followed the pink bobbing blob back to the Director's office.

SPRB II

Albert was a thug. A smart thug, but a thug nonetheless. He knew this. He reveled in it. He knew that he was a dog of the Ministry. It made this life easier. He just did as he was told.

Today he was told to 'Fetch'. King called for the right to go after the pink turd.

That left Fudge to his gentle touch.

He grinned and a nearby witch screamed and fainted. He looked over the Secretary in her desk. She was Fudge's wife's niece. Someone that Fudge would not fraternize with.

"Fudge."

"H-h-he's busy." She stuttered.

"Fudge." He curled his lip.

She swallowed, before she bolted to the door and opened it. "Sir… An Auror is here for you."

Albert pushed past her to see Fudge was in conference with Dumbledore. He could see the traces of floo travel ash in the Old Wizard's beard.

He looked at Fudge. "Bones." He curled his lip in a sneer. "Please."

"Ah… Albert. How are you?" Albus greeted his old student. "What's this about?"

Albert double downed on the Mean Thug. "Bones…Please." He cracked his knuckles.

"I don't think we need to go that far." Albus tried to wake him off.

"Bones." Albert Runcorn cracked his neck as he closed on the Minister. "Please." he placed a meaty mitt on the small man's shoulder.

Fudge looked at the hand on his shoulder, at the Brute who owned it, at Albus…

"You know, I think we should move this to the Director's office. Better security. Follow me." Fudge hurried out of the Office. He was quick to move away from the Thug, and kept Albus between the two of them.

SPRB II

Bones stood at the Window of her Office, overlooking the Bullpen. While it was not hectic below, it was like an ant farm. Busy with the business of keeping Law and Order.

Then in paraded two groups. Each had taken a different lift to arrive. While she was impressed with how quickly Shacklebolt had corralled Delores, Albert took the same time to get Fudge… but both brought extras.

"Elf. I need two plush chairs for the Ladies. The rest get wooden chairs." Amelia smirked as she opened her door for the guests, before she took her seat.

Fudge stormed in, looking more like he was trying to not look like he was running from Albert.

Albus smiled as he stepped to the centre chair, and eased himself down… without asking. "Amelia, my dear, all is well I hope."

She ignored him as she watched Fudge and Delores huddle as far from the door as possible. 'Albert was playing up his Thug persona. Albus was a surprise. Almost as big as Cissi and Andi.'

She gave Albert the signal to close the door. As he stood in front of the knob, she pressed on the rune for the P.A. and locked it open.

"Andromeda Tonks, Narcissa Malfoy, I was not expecting you."

"Amelia." Narcissa smiled friendly at the Director. "I was invited to Lunch with my Sister… when we were interpreted in the most unseemly manner."

"I was doing as you asked." Delores interjected.

"And why would you think I could do anything about… just what was it that you wanted me to do?" The two toned haired witch raised an eyebrow at the pink robed bitch.

Seeing that she had touched her sister's knee, Bones knew that the Lady had seen her activate the rune.

"I need someone with Authority of Black to sign off on the Arrest and Extradition Warrant for Mister Potter."

"And you came to me because…" Cissi was letting the witch pile logs on her own pyre.

"Your Son is the next Lord Black!" The witch practically squealed. "Your Husband is then the current Regent… and with the Dragon Pox… You can sign as his proxy!"

Albus stroked his beard.

Amelia blinked at the two Administrators. "And what gives you the Idea that Draco is the Current Heir?"

"He is the last male of the Line!" She burst out.

Andromeda started chuckling.

"What's so funny!" Delores was turning red, her jowls clashing with her robes.

"One. Your Warrant is not worth the parchment it is written on." Andi crossed her ankles. "You don't have the Authority to write such a document. Two. Even if you could get someone to countersign it, you have the wrong title for Harry Potter. And Third… Lord Black has named an Heir and it is not Draco… at this minute… he is fifth in line to inherit."

Amelia noticed that her Bullpen had stopped milling as they turned to watch the Office.

"So who is…" Fudge paled.

"Think, dear Corny." Cissi smirked. "Over the last two years, you have tried to kill someone. Someone we call kin."

Dumbledore dug a hemp drawstring bag from his sleeve, and started sorting through a selection of Berty Botts beans

"We have not been trying to kill anyone!" Delores screeched.

"Kiss on Sight." Albert sneered, his Gravelly voice carrying across the room.

"Kiss on Sight?" Fudge sputtered. "But that was… Sirius Black? Are you saying that Sirius Black is Lord Black?"

"He was." Andromeda Tonks smirked. "He passed it to his Heir last Month. Now he spends the day playing with Heir's Heir, rubbing suntan lotion on her Mother, and running with his werewolf Pack."

"You know where He is?" Albus snapped up and around, his beans going flying.

"Even if I do… I can't tell you. It's not my Secret to tell." Andi smiled innocently at the old man.

The flash of Anger on his face was almost hilarious.

"Now Fudge. I thought we had an understanding. I keep the hollowing masses off your desk and would gag you toad. Then just last week I had her in the cells for threatening and blackmailing Lord Greengrass. I promised you I would do something if you didn't."

"I didn't order her release… but I would ask Dawlish if he had anything to do with it." Fudge sighed. He reached over and took the warrant from her hand and read. "Well the Murder is out. It was declared that Diggory died in the Maze… the Saddition was Albus… and he agreed that with the increase in Auror Strength is enough for now. And Treason and Fleeing Lawful Arrest? Considering everything this Nation did to the poor boy, so he went to a different school, that's not treason." He looked at the witch beside him. "If it was just this, I would just call you an idiot and discharge you for exaggerated stupidity. But you stamped it with my seal and signed my name." He turned to Amelia. "Take her. Attempted Murder, Saddition, and Treason."

She flicked a finger at Shack. He reached over and locked cuffs on her wrists. "Delores Umbridge. You are under arrest. You do not have to say anything. But it may harm your defense if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence."

Shacklebolt heaved her to her feet and bustled the pink toad out of the Office.

Cissi sighed. "With Lucius and this rash of dragon Pox… the next meeting of the Wizengamot is going to be…" She licked her ruby lips. "I heard Luci say something about a back door pardon."

"I see about it." Albert nodded.

"Lord Potter is planning to return for the June Session. He has named a Proxy, and spoken to Gringotts about ringing him." Andi smiled innocently at Albus.

Things were just blowing smoke from there.

Oh, and the Goose was worth killing for.

SPRB II

Ron was not Happy.

No Potter… Mother would not let him fly for the Keeper position, but Ginny had made the team as Seeker, and she just spoke to Angela.

Sure he was Prefect, but with Harry gone, everyone thought he was McGonagall's second choice.

The Twins spent the night, looked at each other over breakfast, bowed to the Great Hall, and exited. That was the last time anyone saw them. That was eight hours ago. Mum's Clock just pointed at Travelling.

He had just finished potions with his mum. While she was the better teacher, she coddled him in front of Gryffindor and Slytherin.

"Damn It Potter! Where the Bloody Hell are you!"

SPRB II

(All speech here is in the Goblin Tongue.)

Barchoke looked up from his ledger as Ashraq entered the office.

"I heard from the Boy last night." Barchoke sneered. "He has declared war on the King. It seems that the King has gifted him with a prize valued far above the Axe. He is thinking about giving the Skull of the Basilisk to the King to be mounted over or around the throne."

Ashraq choked on his tongue. "Did he say why the skull?"

"Because it's a Personal Trophy from Battle."

"A personal Battle Trophy…"

"Get this, he asked if he should pull the teeth… or leave them. He also thinks he might be able to join us next weekend for the extraction of the Beast."

"That Boy will bring us great glory, or a quick Death." Ashraq smirked. "I spoke to Miss Black today. I think she might be open to cutting her Husband off…" The way he said it, left it open to many interpretations.

"Did you see Gripsaq?" Barchoke chuckled. "He has taken to cleaning his talons with his new blade."

"I heard that the Clan that has a claim to it, have decided to wait until he is dead before they Sue for it to be returned." Ashraq chuckled. "I heard one claim that it would only increase the value of the Blade."

TBC