This Means War
10c - Werewolves, Goblins and Dragons, Oh My! (Part 3 of 3)

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From: Minerva

To: Albus

Cc: Severus, Pomona, Filius

Subject: What did we just do?

Did we do the right thing?  Or were we just caught up for a moment in a single vision?

Min

From: Gnomebody

To: Senior Faculty

Subject: Re: What did we just do?

I think that we just signed up for possibly the most important thing since Godric, Rowena, Helga and Salazar got together one morning and said, “Hey, here’s an idea, let’s open a school.”

I don’t know where it’s going, and I don’t know where it’s going to end, but I can recognise when someone has had an epiphany. 

And the very fact that said epiphany was a lesson taught by an animal we consider to be, well, dumb, drags home his point.

Filius

From: Sev

To: Other members of Team Hogwarts

Subject: Re[2]: What did we just do?

Fil is right.  When we had the dragons here for the First Task, I didn’t think of using Legilimency on them, even though I tend to use it all the time.  Why?  Because they are mindless beasts, right?

And how prevalent is my attitude?  Pretty much global. 

I’ve often wondered if one of the reasons I was open to joining the Dark Tosser was because of a subconscious desire for change to occur.

Well, this time I’ve hitched my wagon to another charismatic leader, but this time there is no mark that says I am his, no dark magic; instead it is something far more insidious.  I willingly offered him my very soul.

Sev – who is going to bugger off to bed, as he has a Quidditch match tomorrow – so hurry with your opinions, Albus, Pommie.

--
Working for the downfall of the Dark Tosser for fifteen years

From: Pomona

To: Sleepy Sev + others

Subject: My opinion

There was magic in that room, deep, personal magic, the sort of magic that is only barely mentioned in fairy tales.

I want part of it, I want more than that; I want in on it, and I want to experience it.

It’s that simple, really.

P – over to you, Albus

From: Hogwarts Headmaster

To: Fellow followers

Subject: This evening

For a very long time, I have been the most powerful magic user in the world.  I’m not boasting; it’s a simple fact.

But then Voldemort returned, and I was then one of two.  And then Harry grew up, and I am now one of three.

And I look back at my many years, at the way I have used my power, and I am ashamed.  I grew up in the same world as the rest of you, and I never questioned what is normal, I never really looked behind the surface.  I defeated a Dark Lord, and was somewhat responsible for the emergence of the next, due to my inactions.

I have nightmares about the experiences Harry had with the Dursleys, turning him dark.

But tonight -- tonight, Harry offered me redemption.  He offered a vision so wide and so pure that it left me breathless.  He showed me a way I can make a lasting difference, not just by defeating Voldemort, but by making sure that there can never be another single human who tries to take control at the expense of everyone else.

He offered me immortality.

And I believe that everyone in the room looked upon their lives and their achievements, and felt the same sense of lacking that I did. 

But we didn’t join him, as much as we joined his idea, and the power of an idea is greater than all the magic in the world.

Albus

--
Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and Chairman of the International Confederation of Wizards 

From: Severus

To: Albus

Cc: Minerva, Pomona, Filius

Subject: Re: This Evening

Never forget, Albus, that although you might have made mistakes, on the eternal scales of justice, your actions put you heavily on the correct side.

Severus

--
Working for the downfall of the Dark Tosser for fifteen years

From: Charlie

To: Bill (and Fleur)

Cc: Tonks

Subject: Our apology to Harry

Guys,

Gonna need your help to do this, but Bill, I’ve got it.  I had a chat with Crenth, and he told me that he’d get us some fresh Dragon Scale – not the molted stuff, but top of the line, still fresh Scale!

We can make him an absolute kick-ass outfit out of them, which will help him against Voldemort!

C.

--
Draconis dominium

From: Bill

To: Affianced, Charlie and Tonks

Subject: Over! use! of! exclamation! marks!

Sounds like a good idea.  Fleur and I have some charms that’ll help with the magical protection.

We’ll need to work fast though, as he’ll need them soon.

Now get to sleep!

We have a Quidditch Match to win tomorrow!

B – who can use ‘em as well.

The day of the Quidditch match was another glorious day in the long Indian summer Hogwarts had been enjoying.

There was not a cloud in the sky, and a gentle breeze kept the temperature down.

Outside, people had already started to gather for the amateur Quidditch match.  Ministry Officials and minor celebrities jostled for space near the reporters, as Filius, Minerva, Pomona and Albus worked to reinforce the stands.

Harry watched them with a slight smile from his balcony.

“It seems so long ago,” Ginny said, “that all this started.”

“It was a different life, Gin.  One I’m happy is behind me.  And I’ll be so much happier when all of this is over, and I can be a teenager for a little longer.”

Ginny laughed softly.  “Me, too.  Perhaps then you’ll stop falling asleep on me,” she teased.

“And who was it that fell asleep on me the other night?” Harry demanded.

Ginny waved her hand airily.  “We’re talking about your faults, not mine.”

“Ohhhhh,” Harry replied.  “In that case, fair maiden, I do beg of thee, forgive my incomprehensible inattention.”

“That’s more like it,” Ginny replied, before giggling.  “Ready for the match?”

“Absolutely!  I can’t wait to play again.  It’s been forever since my last match.”

“Are you going to let me know the team yet?” Ginny asked.

“I didn’t realise I hadn’t.  It’s…”

There was a knock on the door, which opened, and their friends trooped in.

“Your timing is almost as bad as my mother’s,” Ginny groused.

“Sorry,” Blaise said perkily and completely insincerely, “but when you didn’t come down for breakfast, we figured you’d be here and decided to join you.  Dobby will be bringing food in a few minutes.”

“Take a seat,” Harry said, “and watch the fun.  It’s basically just journalists and people who want their views known at the moment.”

“Harry, Aunt Amelia said that she’d be here an hour before the match starts, and that she’s coming mob-handed.”

“Excellent.  I just hope that Voldemort doesn’t decide to attack, anyway.  I’ve got a few too many eggs in the non-attacking basket for me to be truly comfortable.”

“Do you think he might?”

“Only if he’s an absolute idiot or if he doesn’t trust the information I’ve placed.”

“Are you going to tell us how you’ve placed it?” Blaise asked.

“In time.”

Blaise pouted.  “That’s a bloody Slytherin response, Potter.”

“I know,” Harry grinned.  He paused as Dobby arrived, bearing steaming plates of food; he put the largest plate in front of Harry. 

“Harry Potter needs to be keeping his energy up,” Dobby said.  “Some elves were being listening to Harry Potter sir last night, and theys is starting to think that maybe Dobby is being right.”

“Good,” Harry said, surprised.

“Dobby always says that Harry Potter sir is a great and powerful wizard,” Dobby said before popping out.

“You’re going to have to help me with the Snorkacks,” Luna said as she started to eat.  “If anyone can find them, it will be you.”

“Do you think so?” Harry asked.

Luna nodded eagerly.  “They like males with dark hair and green eyes.”

“So do I,” Ginny murmured.

“You know, that could make a fun holiday,” Harry said.  “We all get a couple of those Wizarding tents and have a holiday traipsing around Europe looking for them.”

“That sounds fun,” Padma agreed. 

“Yeah,” Parvati added.  “It’s hardly roughing it with the right tent.”

“So, a way to spend the summer?” Lavender asked.

“If Voldemort is dead, none of our parents will mind,” Blaise predicted.

“Then it’s agreed.  I’ll tell Ron and Hermione later.”  Ginny smiled at Luna.  “Happy?”

Luna nodded hard, causing her wand to fall from its perch on her ear.  “Extremely.”

“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to this special match at Hogwarts.  I’m Lee Jordan, your host for this afternoon’s entertainment.  Next to me, as always, is the lovely Professor McGonagall, and for once, she won’t be shouting at me for biased commenting against the Slytherins, as they’re not playing.

“They are, of course, represented in the person of Professor Severus Snape.  Professor Snape was a Chaser back in his day, and helped Slytherin house to several noticeable victories against the other teams, including the Gryffindor team that two of his cohorts in today’s match played on.  As Beaters, we have Remus Lupin, the best Defence professor we’ve ever had, and Sirius Black, who has recovered from his long incarceration at Azkaban.  As for the other names, we know that Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley are playing, but not who the other Chaser or Keeper are. 

“Switching to the other team, we have, Weasley, Weasley, Weasley, Weasley, Weasley, and Weasley!”

“Lee!”

“Sorry, Professor,” Lee replied, “but I just couldn’t resist.  Seriously, we have the six Weasley boys, and the beautiful Alicia Spinnet.  I’ll go through their positions later, but I think it is time for a bit of background.

“For those that aren’t aware, Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter started dating, and a cuter couple you’re unlikely to find this side of the Atlantic.

“The Weasley boys, ignoring the fact that Harry Potter is, to quote a few female friends of mine, ‘hot, loaded, with a body to die for, and honourable to boot,’ decided that they didn’t approve of anyone dating their little sister.  They also managed to ignore the fact that their ‘little’ sister is big enough and powerful enough to look after herself.

“So, to put Harry off, they played a prank on him.  Sadly, the only effect that prank had was to raise the oestrogen levels in the Great Hall, and, coincidentally, irritate Harry.

“Now, when Harry gets irritated, things start to happen.  He freed his godfather, the infamous Sirius Black, and rescued Severus Snape from the clutches of the Dark Tosser himself.

“It was only then did he turn his attention back to the Weasleys.  One prank later, which, by the way, was filmed from start to finish – prints are available from the Hogwarts Press Office and all proceeds go to St Mungo’s – he managed to get them into a display of an old Muggle disco classic.  He followed this up by presenting this match as a way to end the pranking.

“The end of the pranking is something that we’re all grateful for. Hogwarts has suffered under the yoke of some great pranksters and, as I can testify from personal experience, not being able to eat breakfast for fear of turning into some form of animal is not always fun.

“I did a straw poll of Hogwarts students, and they are all backing Harry against the Weasleys, who, luckily, have now grown up and the sting has been taken out of this match.  So, what does that leave us with?

“Well, Team Weasley, along with Alicia, is a very skilled unit.  Often called the first family of Quidditch, they have an extremely distinguished school career before them, with both Bill and Charlie being offered professional contracts – although candour does force me to admit that Bill’s offer was for a reserve position.  Sadly for the sport in general, their love of Egypt, in Bill’s case, and dragons, in Charlie’s, meant that they turned them down.

“Percy, the next in age, is the self-admitted weakest link, but in a family this talented, it really means that he is above-average, so you should look for some skill even from him.

“Next we have the best Gryffindor beaters since Remus and Sirius, the proprietors of the wildly successful Honest Abe’s Original Butterbeer, Fred and George Weasley!” Lee paused for a cheer to ring around the stadium.  “Finally, we have Gryffindor’s current Keeper, Ron Weasley.  He holds the record for the least goals conceded in a match in the last ten years.

“Finishing off the team is their friend and former Gryffindor teammate, Alicia Spinnet, who, while making public her dislike of the original purpose of this game, is now enjoying what should be a very special occasion.

“And here comes the Weasley team, dressed in Gryffindor colours.  As Chasers, Bill, Percy, and Alicia.  As Beaters, Fred and George, as Keeper, Ron, and as Seeker, the famous Charlie!”  Seven red and gold streaks shot out of the starting gate, circling around the pitch to enthusiastic cheering.

Lee paused and looked down. “And I’ve just received an Mmail, hopefully containing the Potter team.”  He opened the Mmail and smirked.  “Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to state that, while gambling may be irresponsible, any of you who have placed bets on the Potter team should really enjoy this match.  I know I will be happily spending my winnings tonight.

“As Chasers, Severus Snape, Ginny Weasley, and…” he paused to watch the faces of the Weasleys who were lined up in front of him.  “Harry James Potter,” he finished, to gasps of surprise.  “As Beaters, we have Remus Lupin and Sirius Black.  As Keeper we have, from Puddlemere United, a close friend of Harry Potter and former team captain of Gryffindor, Oliver Wood!”  There were screams of delight from the crowd, and nervous looks from the Weasleys.  “And to finish off the team, another close friend of Harry’s, on loan from the Vrasta Vultures, the World Cup Seeker, Viktor Krum!”

There was another roar from the crowd as the seven players flew out, wearing light grey uniforms, with a band of colour for each of Hogwarts houses on the side.  Lavender and Parvati spent many an hour coming up with this natty looking outfit to help distinguish them from the  Gryffindor Weasleys, and to show some school unity – a popular theme of Harry’s.  Viktor and Oliver had huge smiles on their faces as they waved back to the crowd.  Ginny and Harry flew up to the Weasleys.

“Afternoon,” Harry said pleasantly.

“Damn it, Harry,” Ron sighed.  “Wood and Krum?  No wonder Hermione’s been smirking at me all day.”

“I don’t like losing,” Harry replied. 

“But I only agreed to play to get a shot at you,” Charlie complained.

Harry winked at him.  “Sorry, Charlie, but you’re the wrong Weasley.”

Charlie shot him a foul look.

“Captains,” Madame Hooch shouted.

Bill flew down, as did Ginny.

“Not Harry?” he asked.

She shook her head.  “Not this time.  He said I’d be better.”

“You do know that the outcome doesn’t matter anymore?”

“Of course. Well, apart from bragging rights.”

Bill laughed.  “Right, Munchkin.  We’re not going to go down without a fight.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything else,” Ginny replied, as the Snitch was released.

“And the match begins,” Lee’s amplified voice rose over the noise of the crowd.  “Let’s hope for a prime example of good Quidditch play.”

Remus spun his broom around, cushioning the Bludger that was flying toward him, gently pushing it toward Sirius, who smacked it merrily straight at Percy.

Percy evaded quickly, but lost sight of the Quaffle as it was thrown at him.  Ginny flew past and grabbed it, chucking it toward Harry, who caught it and passed it to Snape, who executed a cork-screw roll before firing it at Ron.  The Quaffle evaded his outstretched fingers, and it was ten points to Harry’s team.

The three Chasers slapped hands as they retreated back to their positions.  Above them, Charlie and Viktor were engaged in a thrilling duel, as Viktor tried to plough Charlie into the ground.  The dragon-riding Weasley managed to pull up, and nudged Viktor so that he had to take evasive action to avoid Oliver.  In the confusion, Bill passed to Alicia, who evened the score.

“Man,” Sirius shouted, as he intercepted a Bludger aimed at Oliver, “this is fun!”  He hovered around Oliver, in case it was fired back.

“You’re damn right,” Oliver agreed, as he blocked another attack and threw the Quaffle to Harry.  “Potter’s almost as good a Chaser as he is Seeker, and this is being played at around 90% professional speed, so it’s a lot of fun to play in without having to push ourselves to the limit.”

“And the result doesn’t matter,” Remus added as he teamed up with Sirius for a Dopplebeater Defence that flew straight toward the Weasley twins, causing them both to dodge out of the way. 

Sirius darted to the left and smacked the other Bludger back at Percy.

“For old guys, you two are pretty good,” Oliver rumbled.  “Potter, fake to the left!”

Harry did exactly that, although there was no way he could have heard Oliver across the pitch, and scored another ten points.  He grinned at the crowd and blew a kiss to Ginny.

Ginny smiled, and then dived quickly as Charlie and Viktor started another wild chase, both barely hanging on to their brooms as they used the players as obstacles in their chase and swerved around them.

Harry shook his head enviously, before retreating to try to stop Percy.  He managed it, but Percy managed to offload to Bill, who faked and then scored.

The roar of the crowd was a constant reminder that people were here to have fun.  Throughout the crowds, students were doing a roaring trade selling Butterbeer for Fred and George.  The children were on a generous commission, and sold as much as they could.

The girlfriends of the Weasley boys, as well as Juanita, were sitting together, cheering the match.  Their cheering was pretty bilateral, as loyalty to their partners predisposed them to cheer for the Weasleys, while loyalty to Harry and Ginny made them cheer for the other team too.

Tonks was on duty, along with a large contingent of office workers, who were wondering just why they were being paid to watch Quidditch and wear Auror cloaks.  The fact that the Auror cloaks had heating and cooling charms meant that no one really complained.  The effect was the impression that the Aurors were there in force.

Lucius Malfoy sat near Cornelius Fudge, a sneer on his face.  Next to him, Narcissa spent her time trying to find Draco in the crowd.

The students – those not employed by Fred and George, anyway –  were sitting together, house rivalries completely forgotten as they cheered for Harry and Ginny – not so much because they disliked the Weasleys, but because a lot of them had been the victim of Fred and George in the past, and were quite willing to see a little revenge paid out.

Viktor flew away from Charlie and signalled to Ginny.  Ginny called for a timeout, and all the players dropped to the ground.

“Harry,” Viktor said, “Charlie is a good flyer.  If I am to beat him, I must play like a pro, but I have a match on Tuesday.  We should svap.”

“You don’t mind playing Chaser for a bit?”

“I am a good Chaser,” Viktor replied.  “Good Quidditch player, I like to beat Charlie, but I promised boss I vould not go all out.”

“I appreciate this, Viktor.”

Krum waved the compliment aside.  “Dis is best fun I’ve had in ages.  Now, go catch the Snitch, let me fly vith the pretty Chaser,” he finished with a wink.

“Viktor,” Snape smirked, “I never knew you cared!”

Viktor looked at him and then laughed.  “I valked inter dat,” he admitted.  “Now, let us beat the meddlink boys.”

The teams took to the skies again.

“It looks like there has been a change,” Lee’s voice rang out, “with Viktor changing to Chaser and Harry turning to Seeker.”

“Viktor thought you were too good,” Harry said, as he flew around above the match with Charlie.  “He said he’d have to go all out, and as he’s doing this for free, he didn’t want to break his promise to his coach to be available for his next match.”

“That’s a hell of a compliment,” Charlie replied, “I was barely hanging on half the time.  How did you get him to play?”

“I asked nicely.  Now, are you ready to show me why I’m always being compared to you?”

“Catch me if you can,” Charlie retorted and flew straight down.  Harry kicked his broom into top speed and followed him down, spiralling as he did.  He smiled; flying like this seemed much easier than in the past.  His avian form could fly even faster, and flying Gwyneth was so much faster it was unreal.

He overtook Charlie and casually pulled up at the last second, his feet brushing the turf, before he shot straight back up and rocketed into the sky.  He leaned forward, into a parabolic arc that gave him a feeling of complete weightlessness, before he dived back down, as fast as before, and did an inverse swoop, so that his head brushed the grass, before he rotated and shot back up, coming to a lazy stop.

He looked around, to see everyone staring at him.  “What?” he shouted.

“Shoot,” Oliver yelled, “We can marvel at the boy wonder’s flying later.”

Snape shook himself and did exactly that.

“Charlie?” Harry asked as the other man flew up to him. 

“Where did you learn to do that?” Charlie demanded.

“Do what?”

“Pull off those moves!  You were flying at your broom’s top speed and everyone thought you were going to kill yourself!  An inverse swoop at top speed!? How did you not fall off?”

Harry shrugged.  “It wasn’t that fast. I’ve flown much faster.”

“It was bloody fast, Harry.  If you ever decide to go pro, you’re going to redefine the Seeker’s role!  I don’t know how you hung on upside down, the gravity must have been immense!  I’m going to have to fly with Crenth a lot so I can get used to that sort of speed before I try it.”

“Gwyneth was much faster,” Harry said, as he relaxed a little.  “When you’ve flown at the speed of sound, these brooms seem pedestrian.”

“A Firebolt, pedestrian,” Charlie muttered.  “Well, as much as I’d like to sit and chat, I have a Snitch to catch.”  He turned his broom and raced off, heading toward the other posts.

Harry swore and took off after him at full speed; he slowly started to catch up as Charlie weaved through the players and under the stands, following the darting Snitch.  Harry followed him without an ounce of fear, as they swerved up and down between wooden beams, before they both exploded out into the open again.

Charlie urged his broom forward, his eyes fixed on the Snitch.  He flinched as Ginny flew in front of him, and then dodged to the right to avoid a pair of Bludgers that flew straight at him.  That was the only chance Harry needed.  He darted in and caught the Snitch inches before Charlie’s despairing grab.

Harry raised his hand in triumph, before pushing his broom down abruptly to avoid the hoops.  He landed and was immediately embraced by an ecstatic Ginny.  He hugged her back and carried her over to the others.  “Great game, guys,” he yelled happily.  “Without Ginny and those Bludgers, Charlie would have caught the Snitch!”

Remus and Sirius grinned at each other.  “There’s a lesson for you, there, Harry,” Snape said.  “You surround yourself with good players, and play for them, and they’ll return the favour and help you look good as well.”

“Severus,” Sirius said, “your Chasing skills are better than I remembered them.”

“Minerva gave me some help,” he admitted.

“Minerva?” Harry asked.  “Hey, I just had an idea to spice up next year.”

“Oh?”

“Staff Quidditch team.”

Snape grinned.  “I like that idea.”

“Oliver,” Harry said, as he hugged the Keeper, “damn good to play with you again.”

“You too, Harry,” Oliver replied, “and it was great to be on the same side as Viktor Krum!”

“Krum is worried,” Viktor sighed. “If you decide to play pro … pfft!” he said with a dismissive hand gesture.  “I can not fly like dat!”

Harry thumped Viktor on the back.  “I’ll tell you what,” he said, “as soon as this mess with the Dark Tosser is over, I’ll show you how I did it.”

Krum’s face lit up.  “Danke, Harry,” he replied happily. 

“Come on, guys,” Ginny said, “let’s go over to my family.”

What followed was more hugging and laughter, as they discussed the match.

Harry looked around and spotted Lucius Malfoy heading toward them.  He turned and walked over to Amelia.

She looked at him, and then over his shoulder, glancing past Malfoy to survey the markedly Death Eater-free Quidditch Pitch.  “And where, exactly, is the Dark Lord, Mr Potter?” she demanded.

Harry looked down and shuffled his feet.  “I knew he was going to attack,” he protested.  “I can’t understand why he didn’t!”

“A feeling?” she asked icily.  “While I’m sure that my Aurors have enjoyed a day off, I’m sure that the victims of crime today will not be.  My Aurors are not your play toy.”

“Halloween,” Harry blurted.  “He always attacks on Halloween.”

Amelia snorted.  “We’ll talk about this tomorrow, young man,” she promised ominously, before pausing.  “He’s gone,” she said quietly.

Harry grinned.  “Was he listening?”

“Yes.  Your messages will be back with Voldemort before you can blink.”

“Did you enjoy the match?”

“Not as much as Kingsley did,” she admitted.  “He had some very good odds on you winning, and that was some nice flying.”

“Thanks.  Hopefully you’ll see why we did this when Voldemort attacks on Thursday,” he said, after putting up a silencing charm around them.

“Thursday?”

“He’s going to attack with all his forces, here, probably in the morning.  I should know his full forces by Wednesday at the latest, and I’ve got plans to deal with them.”

“The Aurors will be ready,” she promised.

Harry looked at her.  “Would many of them have any objections to using the Unforgivables, if I get the Wizengamot to allow it?” 

“The ones who would won’t be there.”

Harry smiled.  “I’ll need your help on Monday.  You’re going to help Percy get rid of Fudge.”

“Because of what happened at Azkaban?”

“Among other things.”

“Who are you getting to replace him, Umbridge?”

Harry snorted.  “Let’s talk about that,” he said, wrapping an arm around her.

From: Lucius

To:  My Lord

Subject: Plan

My Lord,

After today’s match, I successfully eavesdropped on Potter and Bones.  Bones was extremely angry with Potter for wasting her time and resources.  Potter told her that you would attack at Halloween, and she did not believe him.

Your servant,

Lucius

From: The Dark Lord

To: Lucius

Subject: Re: Plan

Excellent news, Lucius.

The werewolves joined us yesterday.

This time next week, Potter and Dumbledore will be dead, and I will rule supreme.

L.V.

From: Roland Randolson

To: Harry Potter

Subject: Quidditch

Mr Potter,

I am the scout for the Chudley Cannons, and we’d like to offer you a contract when you leave school.

Your ability as a Seeker is amazing, and the fact that you can pinch-hit as Chaser as well makes you even more valuable.

Sincerely,

Roland

From: Joyce Jackson

To: Harry Potter

Subject: Falmouth Falcons

Mr Potter,

Having watched your impressive display today, I would like to offer you a position with the Falcons.  Your ability with a broom is unsurpassed.

Please reply at your convenience, and we shall discuss the matter further.

Joyce

Ginny smiled happily as she looked around the Great Hall.  The match had turned into a huge party afterward, and she adored these moments with her family. 

Charlie and Harry were huddled in a corner with Viktor, talking about Seeking.  Bill, Ron and Oliver were sitting together as well.  Snape, Sirius, Remus, Fred and George were in another group, while Percy had bowed out early to spend an evening with Penelope.  Her mother and father were with the professors, talking cheerfully.

She drifted from group to group, just enjoying the last quiet evening they were going to have, before Thursday and everything that was going to happen.  Harry had plans in place for the rest of the week, and she wasn’t looking forward to it.  He was going to push them, hard, but only because he wanted them to be alive at the end of the day.

“Hey,” she said as she sat down with Dean and his family.

“Quidditch is amazing,” Dudley stated.  “Basketball on brooms, and I honestly thought that Harry was going to kill himself.”

“I think we all did,” Ginny replied.  “That sort of thing isn’t normal.”

“We kinda figured that,” Graeme said, “seeing as you all stopped to watch.”

Ginny laughed, “Not exactly professional behaviour, I’ll grant you, but you don’t normally see that sort of thing pulled off that easily.”

“It was surprising to see Harry enjoying himself like that.”

“He always feels free when he’s flying,” Dean said.  “We’ve always seen it.  Up there, he’s got no pressure to keep all of us alive; he’s just a kid having fun.”

“And hopefully,” Ginny added softly, “he can have a bit more of that when all of this is over and done with.”

“You were pretty damn good as well,” Dudley added.  “The way you crossed in front of your brother was brilliant.”

Ginny blushed.  “It was luck actually,” she confessed, “I just happened to see the Snitch and where they were going.”

“Teamwork is like that,” Graeme agreed.

Harry groaned and cracked open an eyelid.  “Blaise,” he asked.  “Why are you sitting on the ceiling?”

“Talking hurts,” Blaise muttered, barely audible. 

Harry felt that groaning was an appropriate response, so he did so again.  He reached down, to find that down was up, and that Ginny was attached firmly to his chest.

She looked up, or down, at him.  “Hey,” she rasped.  “What happened?”

Harry surveyed the scene in front of him.  There were various girls strewn around the room, with Ron and Hermione cuddled in a corner.  “I think we celebrated,” Harry muttered.

“Oh, yeah,” Ginny agreed.  “We got a bottle or two of Firewhisky, didn’t we?”

“Will you two please SHUT UP!” Blaise demanded.

“Accio hangover cure,” Harry mumbled, before collapsing back down as the magic left him exhausted.

A minute later, a bottle flew in through the window.  He opened it and looked at it with a sigh.

“Everyone,” he called.

“Potter, will you please shut up!” Susan demanded.

“I have a bottle of hangover cure.”

“I love you.” Susan’s tone changed completely.

Harry waved his hand, and the sound of running water emanated from the bathroom.  “This stuff has a hell of a kick,” he pointed out.  “Take a large gulp, and you’ll know what to do from there.”  He passed it to Ginny, who did as she was told, before she started to turn green, and flew toward the bathroom.

He took his own drink and passed it to Susan.  A second later, the steam came out of his ears, and he dived toward the bathroom, and jumped straight into the large bath.  He sighed in relief, and then shifted as first Blaise, then Padma, Lavender, Parvati, and Luna joined them.

“H-h-harry,” Ginny whispered, her teeth chattering.  “Heat the water.”

Harry did so, and exhaled in relief as the cold left his body.  “Next time,” he said softly, “we plan ahead.” 

“Next time?” Susan asked.  “You’d want to do this again?”

“Didn’t you know?” Harry asked.  “Gryffindors are fiendishly brave.  And we did have a good party, didn’t we?”

“From what I can remember,” Lavender said, “It was brilliant.  We had no one to impress, just a bunch of friends having a laugh, a drink, and a good time.”

“No teachers, no curfew,” Parvati continued and sighed happily.  “And any party that ends up with eight people in a hot tub, partially dressed, is a good one.”

Ginny laughed.  “Which is probably why Harry’s not opened his eyes since he jumped in.”

Harry shook his head.  “I think I drank slightly more than you guys,” he explained, “my eyesight is still a little sensitive.  The light in here is a little too bright; otherwise I’d be leering to my heart’s content.  As it is, you can rest assured that while I’m thinking about Ginny naked, most of you are in there somewhere, too.”

There was a second of silence, before Blaise started to laugh, a laugh that was quickly taken up by the others.  “So, when are we going to awaken sleeping beauties, and what’s the plan for today, Harry?”

“I’m going to Beauxbatons with Fleur, and then I’m going to talk to the Professors.  Today is the last day I need you guys to do research.  Tomorrow, we’ll be putting the spells into practice.”

“So,” Blaise said cheerfully, “that just leaves one question.  How do we all get out of here?”

Harry laughed.  “I’ll go first and then you girls can take your time.”

“Ginny,” Susan said in a stage whisper, “we’re all going to watch your boyfriend.”

“As long as watching is all it is, I don’t mind,” Ginny whispered back, “I’ll be doing it as well.”

Harry grinned and made to splash the girls.  They all flinched, and by the time they realised he wasn’t going to splash them, he was padding out the door in his wolf form.

“Damn you, Harry Potter,” Ginny yelled, semi-irately.  “You’re no fun at all!”

From: Harry Potter

To: Andromeda Tonks

Subject: Narcissa

Mrs Tonks,

I got your Mmail address from Tonks, and wondered if you’d mind giving me some insight into your sister.  I’ve spent some time with her recently, and, well, she’s not what I expected.

She has the pureblood arrogance and supercilious nature that I expect, but she also seems to be able to think for herself – at times – and seems very competitive.

But if that’s the case, why does she seem so supportive of a half-blood tosser like Voldemort?

Harry

From: Call me Andy

To: Harry

Subject: Re: Narcissa

Harry,

I expected your Mmail; Nymphadora mentioned that you’d be writing.

As you will have guessed, I am no longer in contact with Narcissa.  I haven’t been since I was disowned for marrying Ted.  Before that, we were never that close. 

Of the three of us, Bellatrix was the most radical and I was the least.  Although, from their perspective, I would suppose that I was the radical.  Bellatrix bought into the family doctrine, while Narcissa bought into the family.

Family is everything to Narcissa, or I should say, the Black family is everything.  Yes, she is now a Malfoy, but I’ll be she still thinks of herself as a ‘Black-Malfoy’.

Narcissa was and is very much in love with Lucius, but was not completely on board with his anti-Muggle, anti-Mudblood behaviour.  She thinks that she is better than them, but cannot see the point in expending so much energy against them.

Narcissa was always Father’s favourite, and I think that was very important to her.  From what I’ve heard from Nymphadora, rumour has it that Narcissa is no longer close to Lucius, as he has made it clear that Voldemort is more important than she is – and I mean that in an attention-giving way.  If there is one thing that Narcissa will not stand for, it is being ignored.  And if she feels slighted, she will pay that slight back on Lucius a thousand times over.

Narcissa and Bellatrix were very close growing up, and I am sure that there is genuine love between them as sisters, and I can guarantee that they will not betray each other.  I could not give that guarantee about anyone else.

For the past fifteen years, Narcissa has worked tirelessly to ensure that the Black and Malfoy names are the most prominent in society, and I suspect that she only worked on the Black name as a precaution, just in case anything negative ever happened to the Malfoy name

Narcissa is a very proud woman, but don’t underestimate her.  If she felt that it would benefit the Black name, she would take lessons from the house-elves.

I’m sorry I can’t be of any more help, but as I’ve not talked to her in many years, I only have my judgement and memories to go on.

Andy Tonks

From: Harry

To: Andy

Subject: Re[2]: Narcissa

Andy, thanks a lot – that does actually give me some clue to her motivation.  There is an old saying: The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Harry

“Ready?” Harry asked the elegant blonde witch next to him.

“I am,” Fleur replied.

Harry bowed and took her hand, “Then let us away!”  He Apparated them both straight to the entrance to Beauxbatons, in the south of France. 

The school before him was staggeringly beautiful, almost regal in its charm.  While Hogwarts was awe-inspiring in size, and engaging in tone, this was the complete opposite, almost the definition of French sophistication.

The huge building had a large lake to the right, with a fountain streaming water high in to the air in the centre.  The lake formed part of a moat that was bridged by a sweeping white staircase.  Each corner had a large tower, with a circular turret at the top.  The castle itself gleamed in the morning sun, the white walls reflecting the bright sunlight, while the slate grey roof added depth and gave a magical touch to the whole experience. 

“Magnificent,” Harry whispered.

“It was built during the Renaissance,” Fleur said quietly, “we have a team of people dedicated to keeping it in top condition.”

“I think I’m in love,” Harry admitted.

“Beauxbatons has that effect on people.  But Hogwarts is amazing as well.”

“Oh, I know,” Harry agreed.  “I guess I just like the elegant simplicity.  Hogwarts is, and always will be, my home.”

“Come on,” Fleur said, “Madame Maxime is waiting.”

Harry walked with Fleur into the school, looking around eagerly and committing everything to memory.  “I wonder if I can talk Albus into a student exchange next year.”

“You’d have to learn French.”

“I’ve always wanted to do that anyway.”  He paused, as he noticed students staring at him.  “Am I so out of place?” he asked in a whisper.

Fleur laughed under her breath.  “You are the great Harry Potter,” she reminded him gently.  “You are as much a hero here as you are in England.  Why, even our press covered yesterday’s Quidditch match.  They had a full page spread dedicated to that little move you pulled off.”

Harry groaned.

Fleur laughed again and banged on the door.

“Come,” a deep voice ordered.

Fleur opened the door and ushered Harry in, shutting the door behind him.

The office had pale blue walls, and unlike Albus’ office, did not have portraits of previous Headmasters on them.  Her desk was huge, but fitted the half-giantess perfectly.

“Madame Maxime,” he said with a bow.  “You are looking as lovely as always.”

“Why thank you, Harry,” she said.  “You’ve grown up as well.”

“I’ve been trying.”

“Take a seat.”  Harry sat.  “So, what can I do for you, Mr Potter?”

“Offer sanctuary,” Harry replied instantly.

“Oh?”

Harry looked at her for a long moment; he’d made the decision to trust her completely after talking to Albus.  “Voldemort is going to be attacking Hogwarts on Thursday.”

Madam Maxime jerked forward.  “It will be a tight squeeze,” she said, “but we’ll fit everyone in, and we’ll reinforce the wards.”

Harry smiled at her.  “I thank you,” he said, “but it won’t be that many of us.”

“It won’t?”

“Most of the school is ready to fight him.  Voldemort is walking into a trap.  But there are students who are not ready to fight, or do not want to.  It is for them that I ask sanctuary, Madame Maxime.”

“Please, call me Olympe,” she said absently.  “You are luring the Dark Lord into a trap?”

Harry nodded.  “As I believe Albus told you, I’m the only one that can kill him, and I intend on doing that sooner rather than later.  I’ve got more important things to worry about than some pretentious tosspot with delusions of adequacy.”

Olympe threw her head back and roared with laughter.  “My school is yours,” she promised.  “Would you mind a bit of an exchange?”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Beauxbatons is not defenceless.  We have many skilled witches and wizards here, some of whom have grudges against the Death Eaters that they would love to avenge.  We have been touched by the Dark Lord’s…”

“Tosser,” Harry interrupted.  “If you can’t call him Voldemort, call him the Dark Tosser.”

Olympe nodded.  “Touched by the Dark Tosser’s evil as well,” she finished.

“If they can take orders,” Harry said slowly, “I’d welcome any help we can get.  The more numbers we have, the better.”

“Albus has told me a lot,” she confessed, “and I am grateful that you honour me by asking me in person.”

“It is a large favour that I ask,” Harry replied.  “If I fail, Beauxbatons becomes his next target.”

“If you fail, Harry,” Olympe said softly, “that will be the least of our worries.”  She paused for a second.  “Have you eaten?”

“Lunch? No.”

“Then you shall have dinner with us.  I’m sure my children will love seeing a hero in person.”

Harry groaned.

Olympe got to her feet and laughed.  “Don’t worry, they’ll be gentle.”

“The things I do,” Harry grumbled.  He offered his arm to the Headmistress.  “Shall we?”

“We shall,” Olympe said, as they walked through the school.  “Do you like my school?”

“I think I’ve fallen in love,” Harry admitted.  “Would you be open to a student exchange next year?”

“If it involved at least one assistant professor, I could be persuaded.”

Harry laughed.  “It will.  I can think of seven girls who would love to spend a term here.”

“And I can think of numerous children who would give their eye teeth to look into Hogwarts library.”

They entered through a side door, unseen from the other students.  Harry looked around and smiled as he spotted a familiar face.  “Is that Gabrielle Delacour?” he asked.

Olympe smiled and nodded.  “Yes, she started this year.”

“I thought she was younger that that,” he admitted.  “How’s she settling in?”

“It has been a little difficult for her.  Her Veela powers are difficult for her to control at times.  The girls do not like her, and the boys are too busy making idiots of themselves.”

“Do you mind if I…?” he trailed off, not sure what he was asking.

“Go ahead, she speaks excellent English.”

Harry walked into the Hall, ignoring the gasps as he headed toward the small blonde girl.  She was reading a book; silver glasses perched on the end of her nose.

“Hey, remember me?” he asked.

Gabrielle looked up and did a classic double-take.  “Harry,” she screamed as she jumped up, her glasses vanishing from her face, and she hugged him tightly.

Harry smiled and hugged her back.  “You do, then.”

Gabrielle pulled back and shot a huge smile at him.  “I will remember you forever,” she said fervently.  “You saved me.”

“I’m here for lunch,” Harry said, avoiding the compliment.  “Are you going to keep me company?”

“Of course,” she replied happily. 

“What are you reading?” he asked as he sat next to her.

She held up the book so he could see the title.  Histoire de la folie à l'âge classique - Folie et déraison.  “Madness and Civilization: A History of Madness in the Age of Reason,” Gabrielle translated for him.  She winkled her nose cutely, “I’m trying to understand why I am who I am, and why people are affected as they are.  I’m not getting very far with it,” she confessed.  “But I’ll get it!”

Harry whistled under his breath.  “I’m impressed,” he admitted.  “It’s not what I expected.”

“I’m rarely what people expect,” Gabrielle replied without rancour.

“Touché,” Harry smirked.  “A feeling I know well. I’ve just never had the idea to study why people react to me the way they do.”

“Oh, that’s simple.  Individually, your features are not classically handsome, however you have a purity about you that is intoxicating, a power that is immeasurable, and an aura of goodness that shouts that you will do what you believe is right, regardless of the cost to yourself.”

Harry blinked at her.

She laughed happily.  “The fact that you are modest as well helps.”

“How are you enjoying school?” he asked, in an effort to change the subject.

“The lessons are fun, the people…” she trailed off and gave him a sad look.

“The people don’t choose to look beneath the surface, and anyone who does not fit in is to be pushed aside, correct?”

She nodded.

“They are only children,” Harry explained, “like you.  You, however, are different, through no fault of your own, and that is all the matters to them.”  He reached out and raised her chin as she looked down.  “Some people will accept you for who you are, Gabrielle Delacour, and some people won’t.  The ones that will are the ones that will be your friends for eternity.  But you, you have to do the hardest thing.”

“What’s that?” she asked, as she looked into his eyes.

“Be yourself and don’t compromise.  One of my best friends is a werewolf.  He went to school with my father and my godfather.  He is the bravest man I have ever met.  He has stood up to injustice, to prejudice and persecution.  And he is still the most honourable man I know.  He is the sort of person that I aim to become. 

“But I am determined, Gabrielle, that I’ll do what ever I can to stop it.  I’ll stop the prejudice and persecution that comes from being different.  It sickens me deep inside, that wonderful people are outcasts through no fault of their own.  People smirking and looking down on others because of blood, because of race, because of species, is bigotry, pure and simple.  All intelligent species are equal, and I won’t rest until that notion is enshrined in the core of human belief.”

Gabrielle took a deep breath.  “I promise,” she said clearly.

Harry grinned at her and let her face go.  “Sorry,” he apologised.  “I get on my high-horse a bit.”

“No, Harry, I needed to hear that more than you can ever know.  The loneliness of being unique leads to self-doubt.  I know you understand what it’s like, and now I know that I’m not alone, that there are others like me.”

Harry smiled and summoned a book from Hogwarts library.  He gave it to her.

“Occlumency and  Legilimency - The Art of Mind Control,” she read.

“Read it, and then Mmail me.  Don’t try it out on your own, though.”

“I won’t,” she promised, and wrote down his Mmail address as he whispered it to her. 

“What do you do for fun around here?” he asked.

“Fly,” she replied happily.  “Veela are birds, after all.”

Harry grinned at her.  “Then we’ll fly together.”

“Really?” she gasped.  “Can you show me how to fly like you did yesterday?”

“Of course.  Now where’s the food? I’m hungry enough to hunt down a horse.”

From: Fleur

To: Ginny

Subject: Harry

I believe that your boyfriend has just made my sister’s life.  She was experiencing the same things that I did at school, only I did not have a big brother like Harry come from Hogwarts and make it all better.

Olympe cast a charm so that the whole school could hear Harry as he promised to Gabrielle that he would end the prejudice that she has suffered as a Veela.  He shamed many people, and then he took her flying for the afternoon.  I’ve not seen Gabrielle this happy for years.  She has adopted him as her brother and I think he has adopted her as well.

When he talks, he talks with such passion and belief that it is hypnotic to watch. 

Love him, Ginny, because every man needs one person he can rely on above all else.

Fleur

From: Ginny

To: Fleur

Subject:  I do

With everything that I am for the rest of our lives.  This I swear, Fleur.

Ginny

--
Audaces fortuna juvat

From: Severus

To: Harry

Subject: Potions

Damn it, Harry, if you’re going to steal some anti-hangover potions, can you NOT destroy half my room in the process?

S.

--
Working for the downfall of the Dark Tosser for fifteen years

From: Harry

To: Sev

Subject: Whoops

Sev, I’m sorry about that.  I’ll drop by this evening and fix things.

H.

--
Audaces fortuna juvat

It was raining on Monday morning, when Harry woke.  It was going to be a miserable day, but it didn’t change Harry’s good mood.  He wasn’t going to let a bit of rain have that effect on him.

He felt like he was going to explode as he walked down to breakfast.

“Harry?” Hermione asked, “you’re putting out a load of power.  What’s going on?”

“Percy is going to deal with Fudge today,” he explained with a small smile.  “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Why?”

Harry grinned at her and touched the side of his nose.  “You’ll see.”

“You’re incorrigible,” she sighed as she shook her head.  “Is this part of your master plan?”

He nodded, and didn’t mention that his master plan was only a vague outline that he was fleshing out as he went.

Ginny wandered into the school and sleepily sat beside him. 

“You’re really not a morning person, are you?”

“No,” she mumbled and rested against his arm.

“What are you doing today, Harry?”  Ron asked.

“Potions first thing, and then Transfiguration.”

“And this afternoon?”

“That depends on what happens this morning.”

“But…”

“Give it up, Hermione,” Ginny said with a large yawn. “I’m too tired to referee the pair of you.”

Hermione pouted.  “But it’s fun!”

From: Harry

To: Narcissa

Subject: Send the next Mmail to Voldemonkey: EOM

From: Harry

To: The lovely Narcissa

Subject: Spies and counter moves

My beautiful Narcissa, it’s been too long since I’ve seen you properly.  It was horrible seeing you attached to that git at the match.  I could tell how unhappy you were.

I think we have another spy at Hogwarts.  I was so sure that Voldemort would attack on Saturday and now Amelia doesn’t trust me.  Luckily Albus is planning on getting rid of Fudge today. He only mentioned it this morning, but it cheered me right up. 

I can’t wait to see you this afternoon for our ‘lesson’.

Harry

--
Audaces fortuna juvat

From: The lady who infiltrated Hogwarts

To: Lord Voldemort

Attachment:  mml.mml

Subject: The naive brat’s latest missive

My Lord, I believe this is important.

Narcissa

From: The Eternal Dark Lord

To: Lucius

Subject: Wizengamot

That meddling old fool is going to interfere with the Wizengamot today.  Talk to Parkinson; tell him to make sure that the people who support us ensure that Fudge’s toad takes control.  She is easy to manipulate, and beyond suspicion as she is not an actual supporter of mine. 

We will corrupt her as soon as she has power.

L.V.

--
Victory or Death

From: Lord Voldemort

To: Narcissa

Subject: Your ‘dance’ lesson

Tell Potter that I do have another spy at Hogwarts, that one of the students is helping me.  It will sow some uncertainty in the boy.

L.V.

--
Victory or Death

“I do wish Harry would tell me who I’ll be working for,” Percy grumbled.

“Trust him,” Kingsley Shacklebolt advised.

Percy snorted elegantly.  “For all I know, he’s planning on resurrecting Merlin!”

“Now there’s an idea,” Amelia mumbled.

“Give up, Percy,” Tonks told him.  “You’re not going to get it out of us early.”

“I know, I know.  Is everyone ready?”

“We are,” Kingsley said. 

“Indeed,” Amelia agreed with a small, slightly evil, smile.  “I’m going to enjoy this on far too many levels.”

Kingsley sniggered.

“Just remember,” Amelia said to Percy.  “Be as arrogant as you can and shout down anyone who tries to quiet you.  Remember that the Aurors have your back, and if anything goes wrong, Harry is only an Mmail away.”

There was a noise from the hallway, and as Percy looked up, he saw the Animagus form of Sirius Black bounding up.

“What are you doing here?”

Sirius transformed.  “I heard you were getting rid of Fudge,” he explained.  “There was no way on earth that I could miss this – so I begged Harry nicely, and he said I could watch.”

“And?” Percy asked suspiciously.

Sirius sighed.  “If I was Kingsley’s guard dog,” he muttered.

Kingsley smirked as Sirius pulled a lead and a bag out of his pocket and handed it to the Auror.

“What’s this?” Kingsley asked.

Sirius blushed.  “Dog biscuits.”

Percy shook his head in disbelief but said nothing.  After Kingsley had Sirius on his lead, he looked at the doors to the Wizengamot, before nodding to the two ceremonial Aurors each side.

They smirked at him, before throwing the doors open.  Percy marched in, his best sneer in place.

“What is the meaning of this!?” Dolores Umbridge shouted.  “The Wizengamot is in session.”

“Quiet,” Percy ordered as he walked into the middle of the circular room.  As was usual, the Wizengamot was three-quarters empty, as most people had better things to do than listen to Fudge and his crony..

“Cornelius Oswald Fudge, you are hereby charged with aiding and abetting a known fugitive, and for accepting money in direct contravention of the Wizengamot rules.”

“What are you talking about?” Fudge blustered.  “You can’t arrest me - I’m the Minister for Magic.  Guards, remove this man.  I’m innocent.”

The guards moved forward toward Percy.  Amelia stepped next to him and glared at the guards.  The guards quickly resumed their position.

“Would you care to explain just why you received a large donation to your personal bank account on the same day that Sirius Black was freed?” Percy asked, placing a piece of paper on the display table.  The wall behind the table lit up with Fudge’s bank details.

“One of my investments paid out,” Fudge said.

“Tell me, what happened to Peter Pettigrew?” Percy asked.

“He was Kissed, as was ordered by the court.”

Percy nodded to Kingsley.  “Accio Pettigrew,” Kingsley said, causing the rat-like man to fly in and crash against a wall.  Peter screamed in agony, and then started to swear vociferously at Kingsley.  Kingsley sighed and stunned him, and he slumped to the floor, unconscious.

“Kissed?” Percy asked.  “Why, the Dementors seem to have lost their touch.  Amelia, would you be as kind as to invite our next guest in?”

Amelia nodded and barked out an order.  A few seconds later, the form of Claudia Striven was pulled into the room, in chains.

“I think,” Percy said slowly, “that we will now take a fifteen minute recess so that the full Wizengamot can be summoned.  The Weasley-Shacklebolt report has been finalised, and I’m sure you’re going to find everything very, very interesting.”

“Not you, Fudge,” Amelia barked as Fudge and his toad tried to leave.  “You stay exactly where you are.”

Percy stood in the front of the chamber, in his best robes.  His hands were behind his back as he stared up at the lawmakers as they assembled, the very picture of a calm and collected career politician.

“Silence,” Percy ordered when he was bored of waiting.  The last wizard to arrive was Albus Dumbledore.

“As you have seen or heard, this special meeting of the Wizengamot is to deal with the current Minister for Magic, and the fact that he has been working for Voldemort for the past decade.”

There were scattered screams of terror from the Wizengamot at the mention of the Dark Lord’s pseudonym.

“Such courage from our leaders is truly inspiring,” Percy sneered.  “I was at Hogwarts last night and some of the eleven-year-olds there show more courage when faced with the fact of a stupid, made-up name like ‘Voldemort’.”

“Stop saying that!” an elderly member shouted.

“No, I will not!  Voldemort is a ridiculous name of a terrorist who we should be dealing with, not cowering from.  However, I invite anyone who doesn’t like the name Voldemort to leave now.”

“Of course,” Amelia added, “doing so during an extra-ordinary meeting of the Wizengamot will relieve you of your obligations to serve.  Permanently.”

“So, is anyone going to leave because I keep saying ‘Voldemort’?” Percy asked hopefully.

There was a lot of protest, but no one actually left.

“How wonderful,” Percy mumbled sarcastically.  “To get back to the point – because I have better things to do than spend all day in front of a bunch of cowards who are scared of a name.

“The Shacklebolt-Weasley report will be made available to all members when I finish, but first, we need to deal with our Minister.”

“I must protest,” Fudge said, his bowler hat in his hands.

“Will you be quiet, you disgusting traitor!” Percy demanded.  “Thanks to some excellent intelligence, we were able to obtain Cornelius Fudge’s bank report.  It is displayed to your left.  As you can see by the way I’ve nicely highlighted it for you, there was a large deposit made on the same day that Sirius Black was freed.  On the same day, Peter Pettigrew was ordered to be Kissed.  And as you can also see, Pettigrew is alive, well, and still working for the Dark Tosser.”

“I must insist that you stop this immediately,” an elderly member shouted.

“Why?” Percy asked.  “Speak your objection and get it out of the way, so that I can get on with the business of imprisoning the traitor clutching his bowler hat like a child with his security blanket.”

“Do you have no regard for our safety?”

"Yes," Percy snarled.  "More than you do, apparently.  I'm doing something about it.  Any organisation that relies on a minor to solve its problems has lost all moral rights to safety.  Sit down, shut up, and do what you are told.”  He paused for a second.  “Amelia, I’m going to want every single member of the Wizengamot scanned for the Dark Mark before we continue.”

“You can’t do this!”  More of the members shouted this time.

“I control the Aurors,” Percy stated.  “And more, I work directly for Harry Potter.  I can do exactly as I please, because I have real power backing me up.  We’ll start with Professor Dumbledore.”

Dumbledore beamed happily and bounced down to Amelia and Tonks.  He held out his arm eagerly.

“Thank you, Chief Warlock,” Percy said respectfully.  “And as the Chief Warlock has been validated, I’m sure none of you lesser gentlemen have any objections, do you?”

It was patently obvious, though, that most of them did have some very strong objections.

“I might add,” Percy continued idly, “that these entire proceedings are being recorded for broadcast later.  So, Trevor Parkinson, I believe you’re next?”

“But…” the father of Pansy Parkinson started.

“Nymphadora,” Percy said, taking his life into his own hands.  “You will Stun the next person who refuses to move.”

“Okay, Percy,” Tonks said, an eagerness in her voice matching the bright smile on her face.

Parkinson didn’t move, until Sirius padded forward and growled threateningly.  “Easy boy,” Kingsley said, “You only get to eat him if he runs.”

Sirius turned and whined, before he gave an expressive woof.  He turned, and lunged at the stationary Parkinson.

“Bad doggy,” Kingsley yelled, yanking on the chain.

Sirius barked in response.

Kingsley reached into his pocket and looked at the label.  “I’ve got Scooby Snacks!”

Sirius froze.  He turned and looked at Kingsley hopefully.  Kingsley threw a few in to the air – Sirius caught them before they hit the ground.

“I suggest you start moving before he finishes,” Kingsley advised.  “He can finish a sandwich the size of your head in seconds!”

With a gulp of fear, Parkinson held out his hand.  There was a flash of light, and before Parkinson could react, Kingsley had moved, grabbed his arm, and thrown him to the ground with a thump.  Sirius immediately pounced on him as Kingsley had dropped his lead, and now sat down firmly on the Death Eater, jaws parted with a fierce-looking smile as he looked down at the fear-paralyzed man.

“Trevor Parkinson, you are hereby under arrest for wilfully aiding and abetting a known terrorist, and for membership of an illegal organization.  You will be tried, under Veritaserum, and you will be punished for your crimes.”

“Veritaserum?” another member, Richard Parakletos, gasped.

“Indeed,” Percy sneered. “Why, the Minister for Magic signed the bill authorising it just last week.”

“No, I didn’t,” Fudge protested, an outraged look on his face.

Percy smirked.  “I tacked an addendum to the House Elf Subjugation Rules.  Surely you read it before you signed it?”

Fudge’s face slowly turned red.

“You didn’t?” Percy asked with a fake sound of shock in his voice.  “Why, that was quite careless of you.  And as I’m sure you are all aware, there are anti-Portkey, anti-Mmail and anti-Apparition wards in place around this room.  No one is getting out of here before we’ve finished.”

Percy stood by and watched as all the hundred and eleven members who had answered the summons were tested.  Thirty-five were immediately escorted out of the room and placed in holding cells.

“Now that the unwelcome element has been removed for our midst,” he said, getting back to business, “it’s time to examine the facts.  For my first witness, I call Claudia Striven, the erstwhile head of the Azkaban penal colony.”

With great reluctance, she walked up to the witness block.

“I’m not going to bother swearing you in,” Percy told her.  “You’ve already proven that your word is worth exactly two hundred and fifty galleons a shot.  The Veritaserum, if you please, Amelia.”

Amelia walked over and locked the prisoner in a full body bind, before administering three drops of the truth serum.

“It’s been a hard day for you, hasn’t it, Claudia?” she asked, as she removed the bind.

She nodded sleepily.  “Very long,” she agreed.

“So, how long have you been working for Voldemort?”

“Oh, I don’t work for him,” Claudia said quietly.  “I work for Cornelius Fudge.  He pays me two hundred and fifty galleons for every prisoner that I help escape the Kiss.”

“That’s a lot of money.”

“It is,” she agreed.  “Much more than the Ministry pays me for my services.  Of course, it was only Death Eaters that were ever freed.  No one else.”

“And you kept the records perfect so that no one would ever look, right?”

“Oh yes,” she agreed, her face still strangely blank.  “I followed all the ridiculous rules and no one suspected a thing, until your last inspection.  I would have gotten away with it too, if it hadn’t been for you pesky kids.”

Sirius made a bark that sounded suspiciously like a laugh as Kingsley absently fed him another Scooby snack.

“I think we’ve heard enough, unless there’s anything else you want to tell us?”

“Fudge owns a mansion in the Lake District that no one knows about,” she said.  “I was planning on blackmailing him if he ever tried to stop paying me.”

“Thank you,” Percy said.  “I believe that you’ve been more than helpful.”

Claudia started to sway, then she shook herself hard and stared at Percy.  “I hate you,” she whispered.

“Just remember that when you are executed by firing squad,” Percy told her, a hard look in his eyes.

Claudia went completely white.

“Get her out of here.”  He paused while the terrified witch was bundled out of the meeting hall.  He hid a nervous sigh to himself.  He was breaking practically every rule and several laws with his cavalier treatment of the prisoners, but he was having an incredible amount of fun doing so.

“So, from the pony’s mouth, we have a direct implication of Fudge buying freedom for Death Eaters, and at the same time we have corresponding donations into Fudge’s bank account.  I think it’s time for another witness.  Put Pettigrew on the stand.”

Kingsley kicked the prisoner until he moved into position.  The small rat-like man cowered as he stared out at the Wizengamot.

“Peter Pettigrew, you have already been sentenced to death by a fully accredited court of the Ministry of Magic, operating under the original charter as set by our founding members, back in 406.  If I detect any falsehood from you, or if you refuse to answer any of the questions, the sentence will be carried out immediately, where you stand.”

Kingsley moved directly in front of Pettigrew and pointed his wand at the shaking man.

“If you answer every question truthfully and to the utmost degree of your knowledge, I will allow you to live until you die a natural death, in protective custody.”  Percy didn’t mention that the protective custody would be the deepest, dankest prison cell they could find.  “Why don’t you state, for the Wizengamot, exactly what happened on the day of your capture?”

Pettigrew looked down and didn’t say anything.

Sirius bounded forward and placed his front paws on the balustrade in front of Pettigrew and snarled.

Pettigrew went completely white.  “Keep him away from me!  I’ll tell you everything, I promise!”

“Kingsley,” Percy said.

“Here, boy,” Kingsley called.

Sirius dropped down and padded over to Kingsley, sitting next to him obediently. Kingsley scratched him on the head and handed him another Scooby snack.

“W-w-well,” Peter stuttered.  “I received an email from Lord Voldemort,” – there was less of a fuss this time – “from Harry Potter.  I believed that Potter was going to join, what I didn’t know was that the attachment was a Portkey that took me straight to court.  After I was tried and sentenced to the Kiss, I wasn’t worried.  I knew my Lord would protect me, and he would send Lucius Malfoy to pay off Fudge, as he has done every time we needed an important Death Eater in the past.  It would have been a lot worse for me if I had just been sentenced to jail, as it takes a lot of time to release a prisoner.  Someone who is going to get Kissed can be released instantly.

“I spent around fifteen minutes in Claudia’s office, before I was Portkeyed away, and a Muggle was used to take my place in the Kissing ceremony.”

Percy felt his insides freeze.  “You had a Muggle Kissed?”

Wormtail nodded so fast it looked like his head might topple off.  “Fudge’s plan – the only problem is, unlike a wizard, a Muggle can’t survive the Kiss, so the body has to be removed instantly.  As far as the guards are concerned, another prisoner has had their soul sucked.”

Percy looked up at the Minister.  “I believe that makes you a murderer, as well as a traitor,” he hissed.

“Objection,” Dolores shouted.

“Don’t be an idiot,” Percy hissed.  “There is no one to object to.  With Fudge being accused of practically every crime known to man, the only person you could object to is the Chief Warlock.”

“Don’t look at me,” Albus said.  “I’m finding myself thoroughly disgusted in Cornelius, and quite convinced so far.”

Percy turned to Pettigrew again. “Exactly what did you do after you were freed?”

“Lord Voldemort ordered me to keep it a secret that I was alive, and that I was able to infiltrate Hogwarts and spy on Harry Potter’s plans.  It was going well, until you found out and told Harry.”

“Indeed,” Percy said quietly.  “For the second time, Mr Potter has fixed the mistakes made by the Ministry and captured someone we had believed dead without checking.  This is something we are going to have to deal with in the future.  For far too long, we have taken a hands-off approach to running this country.

“That has led us to be in the state we are in today.  We have an illegal terrorist organisation camped on our desktop, and traitors and murderers among our legislative body.”  He paused and looked at Cornelius.  “So, do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“You can’t do this to me – I’m the Minister for Magic!”

Albus stood, his power radiating enough to attract the attention of everyone in the room.  “That, Cornelius, is something we shall rectify immediately.  I hereby place the motion to the floor that the current Minister for Magic be removed from office, effective immediately.”

“Seconded,” Amelia said instantly.

“You will now vote, Gentlemen,” Percy said formally, happier to be back on a somewhat less dubious legal footing.  “As always, you will place your wands on the mark in front of you.  A ‘Yes’ signifies that you agree, a ‘No’ signifies that you disagree.  Please vote now.”

It didn’t take long for an overwhelming ‘Yes’ vote to be recorded.

“Kingsley, please take Mr Pettigrew into protective custody.  Nymphadora, please escort the former Minister into the dock.”

Tonks scowled as she ordered Fudge into place at wand point.  Dolores was now studiously edging away from Fudge.

“Amelia,” Percy said, “the Veritaserum, please.”

“No!” Fudge protested, but it was a futile protest, and three drops of the potion were promptly administered.

“Tell me, Cornelius, how long have you worked for Voldemort?”

“Since the beginning,” Cornelius responded with a dull expression in his eyes.  “Lucius Malfoy helped me to become the Minister, and he made it clear that the Dark Lord was not dead and that he would be returning, and that if I wanted to have a position of power once the Dark Lord took power, I should help out.”

“And what did you do?”

“I didn’t have to do much, at all. I tried to alienate as many of the Ministry’s allies as I could, and arrange for the Death Eater prisoners to find a way out of Azkaban.  I even ordered the escape of Lucius Malfoy last year.”

“And?”

“The Wizengamot supports the Dark Lord and his policies, so life was easy.” 

The members of the Wizengamot responded with shock, horror and denials, but it was obvious that his charge was true.  Whether they had realised it or not, the Wizengamot had, indeed, supported the Dark Lord.

Kingsley was struggling to hold back an incensed Sirius.

“Until Harry Potter came along.”

“Blasted child was intent on ruining everything, but I managed to get the press to discredit him.  Without that, the Dark Lord might have never returned.”

There was a horrified gasp from the Wizengamot.

“Cornelius Oswald Fudge,” Percy said formally.  “You will be tried, officially, next Monday, for crimes too numerous to mention here.  You are remanded into custody until that time.  Do you understand?”

“I deserve it,” Fudge replied, before he started to shake.

“Kingsley, escort the previous Minister to his new abode.”

“No!” Cornelius wailed, only to be hit by a silencing charm from Tonks.

“This has been a fun day,” Percy said.

“Indeed,” Dolores Umbridge said.  “As acting Minister...”

Percy looked up and laughed at her.  “Acting Minister?”

“As the Minister’s Undersecretary,” she started.

“Tonks, put the bitch in the dock,” Percy snapped.

“Finally, he gets my name right,” Tonks muttered as she approached Umbridge.

Umbridge pulled out her wand and pointed it at her.  Tonks morphed into Umbridge’s form, and used her momentary confusion at seeing herself to disarm the Undersecretary.

“Dolores Jane Umbridge,” Percy said formally.  “You are hereby charged with the Attempted Murder of Harry James Potter.  How do you plead?”

“This isn’t an official court,” Dolores blustered.

“Amelia, would you be so kind as to take your seat?”

Amelia took Fudge’s vacated seat.  She placed an old grey wig on her head.  “As head of Magical Law Enforcement, I hereby declare this court to be in session.  Albus Dumbledore,” Amelia said.  “Would you please act as counsel to the defendant?”

Albus nodded and took his stand.  “May I request a ten-minute recess to discuss the charges with Undersecretary Umbridge?”

“Of course,” Amelia said, and banged her gravel.

Albus and Dolores went into a corner, and Albus erected a silencing charm around them.

Percy turned to the Wizengamot.  “As I’m sure that you all know, the Wizengamot is capable of becoming a full court, and has been empowered to do so since 1342.  The trial of former Minister Fudge is slightly different, as the people of this country deserve to see that corruption at the highest level is dealt with in a swift, but just matter.  This is a minor matter that we will deal with as quickly as is possible so that you may continue your normal routine.”

He stood very still at the front and waited for the remaining seven minutes to pass by.

As soon as Umbridge retook the stand, she said, “I would like to plead guilty as charged.”

Percy blinked at her.

“My counsel has pointed out that you are using Veritaserum,” she explained bitterly, “and as I can’t fight it, I don’t have any real choice.”

“The court accepts your plea,” Amelia said.  “The evidence will be made available to the members of the Wizengamot.  In sentencing you, I have taken into account your plea, and place you in the same protective custody as Peter Pettigrew.”

“Thank you,” Dolores said with a surprised look on her face.

Amelia nodded to Kingsley, who escorted the last prisoner of the day out.

“And with that, I’ve taken enough of your time today,” Percy said.

“I’m afraid there is one more thing,” Albus interrupted.

Percy looked at him.

“We need to appoint an interim Minister for Magic,” Dumbledore reminded him. 

With that, the Hogwarts Headmaster walked into the middle of the floor and looked at the assembled Wizengamot.

“We are now very aware that we have failed,” he said solemnly.  “We have failed in our solemn duty to protect the people, and we have pinned our hopes on a sixteen year old boy.  We have been fortunate in the fact that he is more than capable, but we must, as honour dictates, stop standing in his way and start to help him.

“Because of this, I would like to place a nomination for Interim Minister.  The candidate is from a well-known Pureblood family, and has fought for the Light for many, many years.  He has proven himself trustworthy not only to me, but to Harry himself.  He has been instrumental in ferreting out Ministerial corruption, and his swift action has saved the lives of many who would have otherwise perished as a result of Voldemort’s actions.”

Percy frowned, trying to work out who Albus was talking about, before he suddenly realised that the only person who fit the bill was his father, Arthur.

“And so, with complete confidence, I hereby place the name of Percy Ignatius Weasley into consideration for the Interim Position of Minster for Magic.”

Percy blinked, and then absently placed his finger in the ear, to remove the blockage that must surely be there, as it sounded like Dumbledore had said the wrong name.

“Seconded,” Amelia agreed from behind him.  “It is, perhaps, time to let a younger man take this temporary position while we defeat Voldemort, and then have normal elections as soon as we can thereafter.”

Percy fought to stop his jaw from hanging open, but as he looked around, he could see many people nodding, and suspected that the idea that it was only temporary was going to work in his favour.

Amelia ordered the vote, and he turned, hardly believing it as he was voted into the highest position in the land.

“Percy, if you’ll take your place,” Amelia said, strong amusement in her voice.

In a daze, Percy walked up the prime place and looked out at the sea of faces.  From this level, he was almost looking down on them.  “Thank you for your trust,” he said solemnly.  He paused, trying to decide what to do first.  “My Lords and Ladies, ladies and gentlemen,” he began.

“I hereby order two working parties to be formed.  The first will examine all laws that have been issued in the last thirty years, and will bring to our attention any that unfairly legislate against any group, race, or species.

“The second will be constructed of an equal number of Aurors, Barristers, and members of the Wizengamot.  Their brief will be to examine our current procedural laws, and bring the laws of our great nation up to date, so that the sort of ad-hoc justice demonstrated today can not be done again in the future.  We must have a justice system that relies on law and justice.  Although we have used the system for good today, there is nothing to stop it being used for evil in the future.  We must protect ourselves, and protect our people, and ensure that justice be done, regardless of prejudice, incompetence, position or species.”

From: The Minister for Magic

To: The Git

Subject: New Job

I don’t know whether to hug you or kill you, Harry.  Damn you!

Percy.

--
Percy I. Weasley

Acting Minister for Magic

Harry looked at the Mmail and did a little dance of delight in the middle of the Great Hall.

“Harry?” Minerva asked.

“It worked,” he shouted.

“What worked?”

Harry looked to the left, and saw all the Weasleys’ and associate Weasleys’ Mmail notifiers go off.  Ginny’s lit up at the same moment.  “I’ll let him tell you.”

From: The Minister for Magic

To: My extended family

Subject: That damn boy

No, you’re not misreading.  Bloody Potter has somehow got me elected as the Minister for Magic. 

I’m still not quite sure how he’s done it, but for now, and until we can arrange a full election, I have the power to make some real changes.

I’m well aware of where I have come from, and this is not the start of Git!Percy returning. I will work for the ideals that Harry has clarified in all of us, and I am now in a position to make sure that Harry gets the backing he deserves.

I don’t know how he did it, but it is done.  I, Percy of ‘Cauldron Bottom’ fame, have been placed in the highest position I barely dreamed about, because Harry trusts me.  I will live up to that trust!

I know that I never say this, but I love you all.  You accepted me back in to the family despite my attitude, and it is with my family that I have the strength and the courage to accept this position.

Love,

Percy

--
Percy I. Weasley

Acting Minister for Magic

From: Lucius Malfoy

To: Lord Voldemort

Subject: Parkinson

My Lord,

It saddens me to report that Parkinson has failed.  He is currently under arrest.

The Wizengamot arrested every one of our followers, and then elected the Blood Traitor Percy Weasley as Interim Minister.

Your humble servant,

Lucius

From: L.V.

To: Lucius

Subject: Re: Parkinson

Have Parkinson killed for his failure.

This may look like bad news, but the Blood Traitor will not have time to prepare anything before we attack on Thursday.

When we have killed Potter, we will punish their incompetence.

L.V.

--
Victory or Death

There was a moment of silence as the Weasleys looked at each other, before they started to celebrate.  People grabbed each other, hugging tightly, as they talked incoherently.

“Damn it, Harry,” Blaise shouted above the noise of a gaggle of Weasleys celebrating.  “What happened?”

“Fudge is in prison,” Harry said with a small smile.  “And Percy Weasley is the new Minister for Magic.”

“How the bloody hell did you do that?!” Blaise demanded, a look of incredulity on her face.

Harry just grinned and waited.  Ginny was the first to break away, as she sprinted over to him and jumped, wrapping herself around him.  “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she chanted as she kissed him.

“I didn’t do anything,” he replied.

Ginny rolled her eyes and gave him a sizzling kiss full of promise and desire.  “And I’ll not do anything the second I get you alone,” she whispered huskily.

Harry smiled and pushed her toward her mother, who was hugging people at random.  He stood back, and the smile slowly fell from his face.  He wanted to let them enjoy the moment, before he had to bring reality back into the mix.  This was his last throw of the dice, and while it had come up sixes, it signified the beginning of the end.

Through a mixture of luck, snap decisions, and a modicum of planning, he’d forced Voldemort into a corner.  He’d cut off the Dark Tosser’s money, his intelligence, his public support – through the new Butterbeer – and now the Ministry he’d enjoyed was gone as well.

Voldemort was going to have to attack on Thursday, and it was now Harry’s job to make sure that everyone was going to live through that fight.  It was still a gamble, but it was one he felt was worth taking.

He watched as Albus entered and took his seat at the head of the Professors’ table.  The great man’s eyes were twinkling as he scanned the hall.  Harry met his eyes for an endless moment.

He took a deep breath. This was it, this is what he had subconsciously been aiming for, this was the moment when he could no longer play at being in control, using his friends and family as support; this was the moment when he had to take the lead officially.

He walked in front of the huge doors and turned, so that he could see everyone.  Slowly, the noise level died down as everyone turned to look at him.

“Until Halloween, I am taking charge of Hogwarts,” Harry said softly.  “We have lived under the oppression of the Dark Tosser and his cohorts for too long.  I am ending it, as soon as I can.

“I want everyone who is willing to fight with me, to the left, and those who do not feel they are able, to the right.  There is no shame in knowing your limitations, nor dishonour in being afraid.  You are children. You should not even be asked this question, so make your decision with a clear conscience, and do not let peer pressure influence you.  I want you all to look deep in your hearts and ask yourself if you have the ability to fight and the will to survive.  Even if you are with me, you do not have to fight – there are many ways to help, and only some of them are with the actual fighting.”

Ginny was the first person to move, from the Gryffindor table to the Slytherin.  Ron and Hermione were only a second behind her, as were the other Weasleys.  That started a mass migration as the children chose the sides they felt most comfortable with. 

As a block, the entire Hufflepuff house stood and moved over, stubborn looks on their faces.  The Gryffindors were soon with them, proud looks on their faces.  Most of the Ravenclaws followed suit, with some deciding that, logically, they couldn’t help, and would be better off with the others to the right.  A number of Slytherin House also crossed to the right, conflicted expressions on their faces, leaving Harry to think that they didn’t want to fight their own parents.

Dean hugged his parents, slapped Dudley on the back, as he moved to the left, leaving his family on the right.

“Professors,” Harry said respectfully, “could you choose your sides as well?”

The senior staff moved to the left without hesitation, as did Hagrid and Poppy.

The Defence professor – and Harry still couldn’t remember his name – moved to the right, as did Sinistra and Vector and the rest of the professors.

Harry looked to the left and blinked in surprise.  “Draco?”

Draco sighed and nodded at Terry.  “He’s not fighting alone,” he said simply.

Harry nodded.  “Parkinson, and anyone else who believes that the Dark Tosser is the way forward, you can leave the school.  But know that if you do, you will not be coming back, and if I meet you on the field of battle at Halloween, you will be treated as any other Death Muncher.”

“The spell,” Pansy muttered as she scowled at him.

Harry smirked at them.  “It never existed.  You fell for my friends’ story hook, line, and stinker.”

Pansy looked outraged.

“Go,” Harry said, opening the door behind her.

“Well, come on then,” Pansy snapped to some of the Slytherins.

“You’re on your own, you crazy bitch,” Theodore Nott stated calmly from his place on the right.  “I’ve got no love for Muggles, the Muggleborn, or anyone else, but if you think I’m going to stand nose to nose against Potter, you are not only ugly, but stupid as well.”

“Cowards,” Pansy spat, and stormed out.  “You’ll get yours,” she snarled at Harry as she left. 

He just smiled at her angelically.

“Professor Sinistra, you are now in charge of the children.  Please arrange for as many lessons as you can, and report to Albus if there are any problems.”  He turned to face the group to the right.  “The house elves are currently moving your belongings, so that you can all be together in the Slytherin dungeon.  It is the safest place for all of you.  I’m afraid that you are no longer allowed on the second floor or higher.  As security is an issue, the boundaries will be warded, and you don’t want to see what happens if you try and break them.  We’ll see you after Halloween.”  They started to file out the door, accompanied by their Professors. 

“Everyone else, follow me.”  Harry turned and walked out of the Great Hall. He walked up several flights of steps, to the Room of Requirement.  Inside, the room was a bigger replication of the Great Hall.  He moved to the front of the room and waited for everyone to enter.  The entire Defence Association filled in the front rows.

“Everyone who hasn’t already sworn to keep what I am about to say a secret, please take your wand and cast an oath now.  Please don’t try and fake it, we will know.”

In a wave of magic, the promise was given, which allowed Harry to relax.  He smiled slightly and hopped up onto the table, dangling his legs.  He waved his hand and the door slammed shut.

“Some of you are probably wondering just why I let Parkinson go.  Here’s the deal.  Over the past week, Voldemort and I have been playing a game.  Sadly for him, I’ve been cheating.  Voldemort thinks that he has a spy at Hogwarts.  He doesn’t.  The spy works for me, and I’ve been feeding Voldemort false information, while getting accurate information about him and his forces back.

“Voldemort told the spy to tell me that he’ll be attacking during the Halloween ball.  This is false, as he will actually be attacking on Thursday.”

There was a gasp from the students and a few of the professors.  Harry held up his hand and they went silent.  “I know this, because I’ve arranged for him to attack then.  For the past few days, I’ve had some of the most Machiavellian minds in Britain researching spells and booby traps, and I’ve been gathering our allies.  Voldemort will march toward Hogwarts, convinced he is springing a surprise attack.”

“When in fact,” Draco Malfoy whispered, barely loudly enough to be heard, “he’s marching straight into a trap, where you know everything about him, and he knows nothing about you.”

Harry nodded.

“Damn,” Draco said admiringly.  “And Pansy wondered why I gave up trying to fight you!”

There was some laughter from around the room.  “The plan,” Harry said, “is for us to work together on our fighting skills.  Please notice that I did not say duelling.  There is going to be no formality out there. This is going to be a fight, and it’s what we’ve been training you for all this year.  You know how to work together, you know how to block the Cruciatus curse, and believe me, Death Munchers will freeze when they cast their favourite toy at you and it has about as much affect as a tickling curse against a dragon.

“Over the next few days, you’re going to be pushed like never before - you’re going to learn new things and new techniques that are going to save your life.”  Harry looked at Professor Dumbledore.  “Avada Kedavra!” he suddenly shouted.

A blast of green light flew out of his hand, aimed at the headmaster.  Albus merely smiled faintly and raised his wand.  A stone wall appeared in front of him.  It disintegrated as the curse hit it, and then he lowered his wand.

Harry looked back at the students and teachers before him.  “You all know that the Imperius can be fought.  I’ve shown you how to block the Cruciatus, and Professor Dumbledore has just proven that even the Killing Curse can be blocked.  By Thursday, we’ll all know our roles, we’ll all know each others’ strengths and weaknesses, and when we stand together, we will once again prove that Hogwarts is the best, and we will show the Dark Tosser what happens to people who stand against us!”

“Yeah!” Ron cheered, and it was a noise that the others soon took up, as they screamed and cheered and clapped.

Harry smiled at them.  “Now, until this is over, there are no professors, and no students.  We are in this together, and we will learn from each other.  We have Minerva, Filius, Albus, Severus, Pomona, Poppy, Molly, Bill, Fleur, Charlie, Penelope, Alicia, Katie, Angelina, and we will be joined by a few others.  Remus, Sirius, Arthur, Fred, George and Aberforth will be joining as soon as they can.  There are others who will be here for the battle, too, but they’ve all got tasks making sure that the Dark Tosser doesn’t attack early.

“For the next four days, we’re going to eat, sleep, and act like the team we are.”  Harry exhaled and smiled as his first army looked at each other and shared nervous grins.  “Hermione?”

Hermione moved next to him, and pulled out a stack of parchment.  “Well, let’s get started,” she said cheerfully.  “I’ve got everyone’s first assignment marked out.”

From: Molly and the trappers

To: Harry

Cc: Hermione

Subject: Daily report

Harry,

It was a good idea giving me the young ones.  They’re determined to help you, but they are still a little scared.  This way they know they’re making a difference.

We’ve made a game out of the traps, and they’re coming along fine.  I’ve been making notes of some of the things they’ve been saying, as the twins would love these ideas.

We’ll be finished by Wednesday lunchtime.  After that, we’re going to report to Poppy as we’ll be helping her with the casualties.

Love,

Molly

From:  Albus and the defenders

To: General Potter

Cc: Quartermaster Granger

Subject: Daily Report

This is the most fun I’ve had in a very long time.  I’ve been wanting to get closer to the students, and this is a wonderful way of doing so.

I must say that I admire your command structure.  Your closest friends seem to be everywhere, making sure that everything is going smoothly.  When this is over, I shall ensure that Susan, Luna, Blaise, Padma, Parvati, Lavender, Ron, Hermione and Ginny are given special awards for service to the school.  The energy, effort, and good humour they are showing makes me feel incredibly hopeful for the future.

Of course, even they can’t keep up with you.  So far I’ve seen you take two hours’ sleep, and that was as a wolf.  Harry, you do need to relax a little.  I know that you feel the weight of the world is on your shoulders, but you will be no good to us if you are dead on your feet.

Now, our progress is startling.  The children are working hard, and have already mastered the basic creation of a wall.  We are now working on endurance, speed, and observation.

Albus

--
Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and Chairman of the International Confederation of Wizards 

From: Minerva and the Transformers

To: The Boy Who Took Charge

Cc: His administrative assistant

Subject: Daily Report

Harry, some of these Transfiguration spells are nasty!  Turning grass to glass makes me wince, even though I understand the necessity.  However, we are making steady progress, and I promise you that we will be ready.

I have found myself forming closer relationships with my team, and while I was doubtful at first, I now appreciate the comradeship you have inspired in us.

Minerva

From: Snape and the Brewers

To: Taskmaster

Cc: Task giver-outer

Subject: Daily Report

Today’s progress:

100 healing potions

50 post-Cruciatus potions

10 hallucinogenic potions

8 other assorted potions that I wouldn’t ever want used on me.

I had a chance to chat with Blaise, and I’m very pleased that you are backing her.  She even offered me a job! Cheeky brat.  If she can top my current retirement benefits, I just might take it.

Sev

--
Working for the downfall of the Dark Tosser for fifteen years

From: Poppy and the Nurses

To: Surgeon-General

Cc: Chief Administrator

Subject: Daily Report

First, Mr Potter, as your physician, if you don’t start taking more rest, I shall declare you unfit to lead, shove a potion down your throat and get your girlfriend to sit on you until you pass out.

Second, I am very pleased with the people I have.  We ran some training drills today, and the bravery that some of the ‘Puffs have shown as stretcher bearers is astonishing.

The auxiliary nurses have mastered the basic healing spells, and a couple show a real talent.

Poppy

From: Pomona and the Sprouts

To: Gardener

Cc: Administrator

Subject: Daily Report

Things are progressing nicely here.  We have some wonderful plants being cultivated.  Neville is proving invaluable; that boy has the greenest fingers I’ve ever seen.

We also have a crop of Mandrakes ready, and they should help if we have to fight any banshees.

Pomona

From: Filius and the fighters

To: Duel Master

Cc: Referee

Subject: Daily Report

Harry, you do seem to have inspired these children.  They’re working harder than you can imagine, and they seem to carry a most implacable grudge against the Death Munchers.

Having seen some of them duel, I wouldn’t bet against our students versus Voldemort’s inner circle if they remember the lessons on teamwork we have taught them.

Filius

From: Hagrid

To: Harry

Cc: Hermione

Subject: Daily Report

Always said you were going to be a great wizard, Harry, and your parents would be proud of you.

I’ve done what you asked, and they’re willing to help.

Hagrid.

From: Superior Spy

To: The Boy Wonder

Subject: Details

Attachment: details.pmt

As requested, a detailed list of the Dark Lord’s forces.

Bella – congrats on getting Weasley elected.  Voldemort was NOT a happy bunny.

From: The Minister for Magic (Who hasn’t yet got tired of writing that)

To: The Power Behind the Throne

Subject: Aurors

Harry,

As a result of a secret vote last night, the Aurors have now been given the permission to use the Unforgivable curses – which makes them pretty forgivable, actually. 

The Aurors have been sent on a two-day training course, today and tomorrow.  No one will realise that the second day will be defending Hogwarts.  Kingsley has been in contact with Hermione and knows what to do.

I’ll see you tomorrow, Harry – because if you think that I’m going to miss this, you’re wrong.

Percy

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Percy I. Weasley

Acting Minister for Magic

From: Harry

To: The General

Attachment: Voldemort’s_forces.pmt

Attachment: Extra.pmt

Subject: Something for your plans

Ron,

The first is from my spy, and should be pretty damn accurate.  The second is from me, and is very accurate.

Bung ‘em into the mix and see what you come up with.

I want you to keep in close contact with Amelia and Kingsley, so they know what is going on.

Harry

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Audaces fortuna juvat

From: Ron

To: The Boss

Subject: Re: Something for your plans

These are real?

Blimey!

Ron

From: HJP

To: RBW

Subject: Re: Blimey

Yeah, I’ve been a bit busy. 

And do you know any other swearwords apart from “Blimey” and “Crikey”?

H

From: RW – note the missing B

To: HJP

Subject: Re[2]: Blimey

Of course I do.

But if I use them, Hermione cuts me off.

R.

From: The boy about to bleach his mind

To: The boy who couldn’t keep his quill to himself

Subject: Re[3]: Blimey

TMI! TMI! TMI!

HJP

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Audaces fortuna juvat

From: The one who was asked

To: The boy who asked

Subject: Re[4]: Blimey

You asked, mate.  And you’re the one dating my sister.

Moving back onto topic for a second.  I’ve looked through the enemies and allies, and I can’t help but come to a conclusion.

You’re making a statement, aren’t you?

“Potential Dark Lords, beware, because if you irritate Harry, you will be squished like a bug.”

Ron.

From: Fuse-lighter

To: Contemplator

Subject: Re[5]: Blimey

Keep our extras under your hat for now.  I want people thinking and practising as if they aren’t there – there’s no place for complacency.

Oh, and who, me?

Harry

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Audaces fortuna juvat

Harry looked around the room and smiled softly to himself.  Everyone had worked so incredibly hard, he could hardly believe it.  Everyone was sitting together in the groups that Hermione had placed them, students and professors talking as old friends.  They were eating the last meal of the day, and talking about the battle that was going to happen tomorrow.

As the students finished the meal, Harry stood.  “I think,” he said clearly, “that I need to say how proud of you I am, how proud of the work that you have put in over the last few days.  To you,” he said, and raised his glass, before taking a large drink.

His action was emulated by everyone in the room, and as they sat down, most of the students started to fall asleep.  Harry moved his hands slowly, and one by one, the students floated toward the sleeping areas.

“Harry?” Hermione asked.

“They need to sleep properly tonight, so I got Sev to get me some sleeping potions,” Harry explained.  “Too many of them would have spent the night worrying about things they can’t change.  And before you ask, after we’ve had a final meeting, we’re all going to be taking one as well.  We need to be rested for tomorrow.”

“That’s actually a good idea,” Hermione said.

“It’s just what I’m feeling,” Harry agreed.  “Okay, gather around everyone.”

From the different tables, his friends and family gathered around him, most of them creating nice seats to sit in.  Ginny moved to sit next to him and took his hand in hers.

“Are we ready?” Harry asked.  “Sev?”

“Yes.  Enough potions to heal practically anything, and quite a few offensive ones as well.  I’ve got enough people trained on how to use them.  As far as I can see, we’re ready.”

“Molly?”

“Traps are in place.  They’re keyed to you giving the word.  Morag, who’s a scarily smart girl, came up with a way of using the Dark Mark research she did with you so that the traps will only affect Death Munchers.”

Harry smiled.  “That’s brilliant news,” he said softly.  “The problem with traps generally is that they’re pretty indiscriminate.  Fred, George, Abe?”

“We’re ready,” Abe said.  “We’ve got some of the most fun things I’ve ever seen ready, we’re going to confuse and befuddle where we can.  These spells are a lot lighter than you might expect, but are harder to defend against.”

“Bill, Fleur, how are the wards?”

“They’re some of our best work,” Bill said proudly.  “Practically undetectable to start with, and as soon as we set them up, they will reinforce Hogwarts’ own wards, and make sure that no one can leave the dance early.”

“Arthur, how are the caltrops coming on?”

Arthur smiled happily.  “Well, I thought that if we had a Muggle weapon, I’d use a Muggle device to spread it.  With plenty of help, I’ve built a trebuchet.  We’ve tested it, and it should spread them high and wide.  And if they happen to land on anyone, even better.  Severus has supplied us with the potions, and we’ll apply them tomorrow.”

“Blaise, Lavender, Parvati, how’s Hogwarts coming along?”

Blaise smirked.  “We’ve reinforced the entrance wards, and used the Marauders Map to ensure that every other entrance to Hogwarts is hidden.  We borrowed Padfoot and Moony, and they borrowed the twins’ Portkey Paste.  Anyone who tries and enters through one of the other entrances will be Portkeyed to the area we think will be the main battle area.”

“Luna, Padma, Susan, what’s the general morale at the moment?”

“They’re generally positive.  People trust you, Harry, and they trust what you’ve been doing.  They’re nervous about the fight, but really, it’s a bit of a game to them at the moment.  The reality was going to hit tonight, but you’ve made that a non-issue.  Tomorrow, they won’t have time to worry.”

Harry smiled and relaxed back against his chair, he stretched.  “Okay, is there anything else that I need to know?”

Bill and Charlie looked at each other.  “As you know,” Bill said, “We owe you an apology.  And being Weasleys, we like to do things in style.”

Charlie reached under the table and pulled out a box.  “Of course, we had to hire your partners to help us out.”  Harry shot a curious look at Fred and George.  “Not them,” Charlie continued, “your good-looking partners; Lavender and Parvati.”  He opened the box.  “Crenth supplied some scales for us, and we’ve enchanted them with every protection spell we know, and a few we researched.”  He held up a pair of black trousers that gleamed in the candlelight, and added a jacket of matching colour.  He passed them both to Harry.

“You didn’t have to do this,” Harry whispered, awed by the gift in front of him.

“We know,” Bill said, “but we’re Weasleys.  We do things properly.”

“I’ll wear them tomorrow.  Thank you, guys.  And you were forgiven a very long time ago.”

“We know.”

“Ron, anything to add before we all hit the sack?” Harry asked.

“I’ve looked into the forces Voldemort is bringing tomorrow, and once the werewolves join us, we should have the advantage – and that’s ignoring the traps we’ve placed, and the charms we’ve produced.  When we add in the Aurors, we should have superior numbers.”

“So, as we are, we’re in good stead?” Harry asked, to clarify.

Ron nodded.

Harry smiled.  “Percy has given the Aurors carte blanche to use what ever curses they want.  And any Death Eater captured will be tried before the Wizengamot, force-fed Veritaserum, and executed if they are found guilty.  There will be no escapes and bribery this time – mainly because most of the money is gone.

“I told you all the other day that Voldemort is standing in the way of the future.  We’ll send a message that will reverberate into that future that we will not tolerate one group trying to subjugate others, and that if you poke us, we’ll poke back.”

“But I like poking,” Sirius complained.

“So Juanita tells me,” Severus muttered.

Harry laughed as Sirius threw an apple at the Potions Master.

“I’ve got one more thing,” Hermione said.  “What about you?”

“Me?” Harry asked.  “What about me?”

“You’ve had five hours of sleep since Monday.  You’ve spent two of those hours as a wolf, and one as a hawk.  You’ve also spent time with every single group, helped Ron and me out, and kept an overview on everything, and managed to fit in practising your duelling against all five professors at once.”

Harry shrugged.  “I find my other forms relaxing, and I’ll sleep when this is over.  No matter what happens to the Death Eaters tomorrow, no matter what happens to Voldemort’s allies, I will have to fight Voldemort, and I will be ready for that.”

“And killing him?” Albus asked quietly.

“He’s no longer human, and I’ve killed a couple of Death Eaters already.  I’ve heard that it gets easier, I guess I’m going to find out if that’s true.”

“You sound cold, Harry,” Minerva said softly, in a sad voice.

“My emotions are still here, Min, they’re just locked up.  I’m wondering if my desire for a normal life has made me push Voldemort too hard, push us too hard. I picked an arbitrary date – should I have picked a later one?”

“Harry, second guessing yourself isn’t going to help,” Remus said firmly. 

“I know, but that is just the start of my doubts.”  He smiled faintly, “I think I just want this whole thing over with.”  He stood and walked around the table, pouring out a new glass of the potion-enriched juice for everyone.  “Tonight,” he said firmly, “everyone sleeps.”

He saluted them, and downed his drink.  He took Ginny’s hand, and walked with her to the cot they had been sleeping on, while the others made their way to their own sleeping quarters.

Harry closed his eyes and listened to the sound of his girlfriend sleeping.  He waited five minutes before standing.  He walked around the hall and checked that everyone was asleep before he smiled sadly at them.  It hadn’t been hard to neutralise the potion in his own drink – a small amount of wandless magic and it was plain orange juice.  He didn’t want to sleep, not the night before his life either changed or ended.

He hadn’t lied to the others; he did feel more rested after sleeping as an animal, especially the wolf.  He was calling on reserves he didn’t know he had, but felt extremely comfortable with, nonetheless.  He changed into his hawk form and flew out the window, changing into his wolf as he landed.  He’d get some sleep later, and be fine.

He padded into the Forbidden Forest and sniffed around, until he caught the scent he wanted.  It didn’t take