Capítulo 25: 25
Harry arrived at the ministry with Sidney and Hermione. Once there they met with the entry wizard.
Hello Mister Potter, the time for your trial has changed from 9:00 to 8.00 am. Which means…" He quickly performed a Tempus charm: "You are five minutes late already." The security wizard said.
"The location has also been changed. It is now in courtroom five. You should know that courtroom is special, it is the only one where the Wizengamot holds trials for the worst of criminals." The wizard continued with a frown.
"If this is a case of underage magic, then there is no need for it to be held in there." He continued.
"I will need to see your wand before I let you through," the man requested.
Harry handed it to him, and it was placed in a scanner. With a nod, it was returned a moment later.
"Strictly speaking, I shouldn't be giving this back to you, but mistakes can happen," the guard finished with a shrug. He did the same to Korshak.
Harry nodded gratefully as he slipped it back into his holster.
"Where is courtroom five?"
"The courtrooms are on the basement level. Take the elevator," he advised, pointing to a golden gate a short distance away, "and good luck, Mister Potter. We are all not like the Minister' bitch of a secretary."
Harry paused and the man gave him a knowing look of frustration. "Enjoy the rest of your day," he offered. With his parting words given, they headed towards the elevator and took it down to the lower levels where the space opened up even larger than what the atrium was.
Fortunately, the heavy oak doors down here were inscribed with what was within the room behind and it did not take him long to locate courtroom five.
Pushing open the door, he walked through a short hallway into only what could be described as an enormous stone chamber. Chairs lined the walls in stands, most of which were filled by various formally dressed witches and wizards. Harry had to laugh. Whoever was behind this would regret making this such a spectacle. Though he wondered how much Dumbledore had his fingers involved in this.
"You're late, Potter," Cornelius Fudge greeted him from his own seat, his bowler hat placed on the desk in front of him.
Solicitor Korshak, "That is outrageous! I am his solicitor of record. I should have been notified at least 24 hours before a change of time or location. So should, Harry!"
"An owl was sent to you this morning."
"The ministry is only allowed to change the time for a hearing or a trial 24 hours before the original date. I am afraid a simple owl on the morning of the trial is a very poor excuse and not legal. I demand an explanation as to why the time has changed so spontaneously." Korshak said.
A murmur went through the courtroom.
"You are not here to make demands. You are here because your client is to stand trial. Now take a seat!" Umbridge shouted. Harry and his group headed toward the 'defendant' seat.
As they walked, they heard, "Aurors, remove that mudblood." Dolores said with an overly sweet voice. Hermione blushed with rage; Harry put his hand on her arm to calm her.
"Hold!" Korshak shouted. "Lord and Lady Potter married at the Central Family Court London then the ICW headquarters yesterday. Madam Marchbanks, can of course verify this if you feel the need to do so."
"Of course, we all know what liar's mudbloods are," Dolores said. This caused Marchbanks to scowl; she also sent an Auror to find out.
A few minutes later, the Auror came back with a set of parchments. He gave them to Marchbanks. "All present; I am pleased to present; Lord and Lady Potter." Dolores just scowled.
"Fine. We apologize for any aspersions. Now take your seat already, boy!"
Harry dropped his gaze to the chair in the center of the room, the arms of which were covered in chains. He had seen those chains spring to life and bind whoever sat between them. They were extremely painful because they inhibited the magic of who was chained. It also blocked most magical abilities.
"From now on, you will address my client as Lord Potter, Minister. Make sure to remember that. And I refuse to let him sit in a chair used for the worst criminals in our world. Another pathetic attempt to bias this group in your favor!" Korshak said. "Madam Marchbanks."
Marchbanks again sent the Auror out again. The Auror returned with two others. Each carrying a chair. They set them down next to the convict's chair.
"Can we get on with this?" Fudge asked. Marchbanks nodded.
"Very well," said Fudge. "The accused being present; finally; let us begin. Are you ready?" he called down the row. Korshak nodded though he gave a look of disdain back to the minister. Harry and Hermione adopted the same look. This seemed to make Umbridge even angrier with them.
"Disciplinary hearing of the twelfth of August," said Fudge in a ringing voice, and Umbridge began taking notes at once.
"Into offenses committed under the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery and the International Statute of Secrecy by Harry James Potter, resident of… well it's actually unknown to us."
Harry chuckled. He had a hard time keeping track of where the yacht was at.
"Interrogator: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister of Magic; Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister. Court Scribe. Griselda Marchbanks, Presiding Witch. Last we have present, Amelia Bones, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."
"Attorney for the defense, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore," said a quiet voice from behind Harry, who couldn't help but groan and roll his eyes. Somehow Dumbledore had made it. Like he would let that bastard defend Herpo, let alone himself. He wondered what Dumb's plan was. Well, whatever it was; he would not let the wanker take control.
The members of the Wizengamot were muttering. All eyes were now on Dumbledore.
"Ah," said Fudge, who looked thoroughly disconcerted. "Dumbledore. Yes. You got our message that the time and place of the hearing had been changed, then?"
"I must have missed it," said Dumbledore cheerfully. "However, due to a lucky mistake, I arrived at the Ministry early, so no harm done."
"Yes - well - I suppose we'll need another chair, I… could you, Madam Marchbanks?" Everyone waited as an Auror started to get another chair.
Harry had to stop this. "I, Harry James Potter, choose Sidney Roy Korshak to defend me for the duration of this trial. Further, since I feel the presence of Albus Dumbledore would be negatively prejudicial, I want him barred from this trial." Harry spoke up loud and clear.
"Harry… what are you doing?" Dumbledore frowned perplexedly.
"What I feel I need to do. To be blunt, I do not trust you, Headmaster. Please, leave." Harry said.
"Yes, Dumbledore leave," said Fudge again as the whispers died down, shuffling his notes. He found it strange that he agreed with the boy on that one thing.
Both seemed to hate the meddling headmaster. Maybe if the boy lost this case; he could use that to get the boy under his thumb and use him against Dumbledore. Still; if the boy won, enemy of my enemy is my friend.
The room was silent as Aurors escorted Dumbledore out of the room. Some noticed that this caused grins on Fudge, Marchbanks, Bones, Umbridge, and Potter. Dumbledore had a scowl.
Once the doors closed behind the headmaster. "Well, then. So. The charges. Yes." Fudge extricated a piece of parchment from the pile before him, took a deep breath, and read,
"The charges against the accused are as follows: That he did knowingly, deliberately, and in full awareness of the illegality of his actions, produce the patronus Charm in a Muggle-inhabited area, on August the eleventh at fifteen minutes past nine, which constitutes an offense under the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, 1666, and also under section thirteen, subsection forty-two, paragraph c; of the International Confederation of Wizards' Statute of Secrecy. That is all.
"You are Harry James Potter, of… well, wherever you live right now?" Fudge said, glaring at Harry over the top of his parchment.
"Indeed, I am," Harry replied calmly.
"And you conjured a patronus charm in the evening of the eleventh of August?" said Fudge.
"Yes, I did," said Harry.
"Knowing that you are not permitted to use magic outside the school while you are under the age of majority?"
Harry almost crowed. The idiot was going to ignore the law. How did he get elected? Hell; he might not even need Korshak. "Tell me, Minister; do you know what event occurred last year at Hogwarts?" Harry asked neutrally. He was hoping the idiot took the rope. A murmur went through the audience. Harry saw many people frown. The ones that instantly got it scared him.
"That has nothing to with today's trial, Lord Potter. Answer the question." Fudge replied.
"Oh, but it has everything to do with this trial… Do you know why? Because only students at the age of majority, which is seventeen, were allowed to compete. That was a rule this ministry added to the tournament; one they agreed to so that the tournament was reinstated." Harry explained calmly.
"So, you finally admit to cheating your way into the tournament?" Fudge bit back.
"Objection, it was proven that Barty Crouch Junior put Lord Potter's name in the Goblet. You, Fudge, had the perpetrator kissed, so, stop making accusations you know are false. My client is telling you this because something very interesting happened the moment he was forced to compete in a tournament for adults… Can anyone imagine why it was interesting?" Korshak retorted.
A roar went through the Wizengamot session. Harry was laughing. Marchbanks waited until they stopped the roar.
"Lord Potter was automatically accepted as an adult by the magic of the Goblet. Not only that; he was notified of his emancipation by several separate entities. The Ministry, the Goblins, and THE ICW; is that it?" Madam Bones asked curiously. She already knew this; she just wanted the 'jury' also to know it. After all, Harry was now part of her family.
"That is correct Madam Bones," Korshak said. "It was confirmed by Gringotts and by the Misuse of Magic office only a day after his name came out of the goblet of fire." He pulled out two pieces of parchment and levitated it to Madam Bones and Marchbanks. All eyes were on her now as she scanned over the page. "Even the ICW has recognized him as emancipated.
"The document is valid…" Marchbanks declared after a brief look. Harry was grinning at that. "Yes, this is valid. So, Lord Harry James Potter was emancipated as a result of the tournament. Well, you all know what this means shouldn't you, Fudge?"
Fudge looked very embarrassed. Korshak turned towards the toad next to him: "It seems Madam Umbridge, that in your excitement to attack my client, you failed to perform your Due Diligence! Yes, I talked to Hopkirk. She signed this parchment that states she send the owl to Lord Potter at your order. That you sent the owl before the attack even took place. So, minister; you need to keep a tighter leash on your subordinates."
Harry took back over. "Minister, you also failed to remember that this august body voted to stop Albus Dumbledore from ending my emancipation. You voted to uphold my emancipation at that time. Did you forget that minor fact? Now that is settled, can you tell me minister; why do you have such a stupid secretary that could not even take into account what was done here, hmm?"
The chamber was completely silent. The toad turned a bright red color as literally every single pair of eyes stared her down.
"Very well, Mister Potter. The underage magic charge will be dismissed, due to the circumstances." Madam Marchbanks said with a smile. She disliked Fudge and Umbridge. It amused her whenever the two of them got publicly spanked. Hopefully, this spanking will continue.
"I am afraid, just saying that my client is innocent of a charge is not enough.
Agreeing that he could not be charged in the first place; won't be enough, Fudge. The ministry will have to pay recompense for this error." Korshak said with a grin. "I demand a sum of ten thousand galleons for Lord Potter and three thousand galleons for Adams, Adams, and Adams. These amounts are due by the end of today."
Fudge growled, "Fine, Lord Potter shall receive ten thousand galleons." Korshak turned to Harry, who nodded.
"You vultures will also get your kilogram of flesh." Harry whispered, Korshak smirked.
Fudge cleared his throat. The evil smirk returned to his face: "The charges, well you performed the patronus charm, knowing that you were in an area full of Muggles?"
"Yes, I did."
"Impressive," said Madam Marchbanks, staring down at him. "For a child, at your age to be able to cast that charm."
"It's not a question of how impressive the magic was," said Fudge in a testy voice. "In fact, the more impressive the worse it is, I would have thought, given that the boy did it in possible plain view of Muggles!"
Those who had been frowning now murmured in agreement. Korshak realize it was time to stop this nonsense now. It was time to speak up and bitchslap the idiot.
"Members of the Wizengamot, Lord Potter performed the spell, because of the presence and imminent threat of two Dementors!" Korshak said loudly, his voice booming through the courtroom.
He had expected more muttering, but the silence that fell seemed to be somehow denser than before.
"Ah," said Fudge again, smirking unpleasantly as he looked around at the Wizengamot, as though inviting them to share the joke: "Yes. Yes, I thought we'd be hearing something like this."
"Dementors in Muggle London?" Madam Marchbanks asked in tones of great surprise. "I don't understand."
"Don't you, Madam Marchbanks?" said Fudge, still smirking. "Let me explain. He's been thinking it through and decided dementors would make a very nice little cover story, very nice indeed. Muggles can't see dementors, can they, boy? Highly convenient, highly convenient… so it's just your word and no witnesses…"
"I am willing to testify under the influence of veritaserum and provide a memory of the event!" Harry suggested loudly. Fudge and many of the other members frowned.
"We should allow Mister Potter to supply a memory and testify under Veritaserum." One of the other Lords suggested, coming to Harry's aid. "It will clear things up for all of us."
"I am afraid, we cannot allow that." The monotone voice of Dolores spoke up, close to Fudge: "We don't know what all this child can do if he can actually do a patronus. He might be able to resist the effects of veritaserum or even supply us with a modified memory."
"Yes… yes… Indeed, Dolores, very good. No, you will not be spreading any further rumors in this courtroom or showing us fake memories, Potter." Fudge belittled him.
Korshak started to laugh, "Are you so afraid of what my client might be telling the members of the Wizengamot under the influence of truth serum? Or what was in his memories?"
"You will stop with those wild and ridiculous tales!" Fudge yelled. "Now… all those in favor of conviction of this brat?"
"I have told you to address Lord Potter properly, Fudge!" Korshak said loudly, over another outbreak of muttering from the court. "And I have evidence of my client's claims!"
He waited until things calmed down a bit. "Enough, enough!" said Fudge with a very supercilious look on his face. "I'm sorry to interrupt what I'm sure would have been a very well-rehearsed story -"
"You will allow me to present the witness, Fudge. As it is within my client's right as the accused. I hereby call Unspeakable Croaker!"
"This is ridiculous! The Unspeakables have better things to do than to listen to these lies!"
"Actually…" The voice of Croaker hammered through the courtroom and the man stepped out of the shadows to Harry's left: "… I was taking an early tea. Now I will testify."
"And who in Merlin's name are you?" Fudge yelled at the unannounced visitor.
"I am the Head Unspeakable Croaker, Fudge. And you know that as you are our minister. We meet monthly remember." Exciting whispers broke out once more as the hooded figure walked to the middle of the courtroom. "I can confirm, Mister Potter claims. The area of downtown London has residue from Dementors."
The courtroom was completely silent once again. Fudge and Umbridge looked deeply uncomfortable.
"Croaker, is there no way you could be wrong? You are absolutely sure that there were dementors in downtown London?" Madam Marchbanks spoke up.
"I am certain, Madam Marchbanks," Croaker replied with a nod. "There were two of them. I have been unable to find any reason that they were in London; not at Azkaban. I recommend the DMLE investigate it. That is if you approve that?" Madam Bones nodded.
"So, Madam Marchbanks, for the record, there was enough residue that only two dementors could have been there. Two Patroni were cast. I notice there were no issues about the second caster." Looking at Fudge with a scowl. "Another emancipated minor. Who did not receive the owl notice about neither her age nor using magic where muggles may see it?"
"I don't know about that yet, I mean Dementors in Muggle London? Did the boy really need to attack them if they were really there?" The minister replied.
"Are you kidding, Fudge?" Korshak bellowed. "If a dementor attacked you, you wouldn't cast a patronus to save yourself? Head unspeakable verified that the dementors were there."
Admittedly, Fudge looked very nervous and embarrassed right now. Many members of the Wizengamot seemed to agree with what Harry's solicitor and Croaker said.
A few of the wizards shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Fudge turned a slightly deeper shade of pink. The fat toad simply glared at Harry. This was going to end with an egg on his face unless he could figure something out.
"In addition…" Korshak spoke up again. "I agree with the unspeakable, and demand a thorough investigation on why two Dementors have traveled so far from Azkaban and why they attacked my client there."
"You and your client are in no position to make any demands!" Fudge spit.
Korshak said coldly: "You claim that there are no Dementors outside of the ministry's control. If that is truly the case, then someone from within the ministry ordered them to attack my client."
Another outcry, of course, followed that statement. "If an Auror unlawfully attacked me on orders of the ministry, then we are allowed to demand and get compensation. You have a choice, Fudge; admit that they are out of control or admit that someone from your own staff, perhaps even you, ordered this attack on my client! What do you say?"
Fudge visibly gulped. Every pair of eyes in the room was staring him down. Harry noticed that Umbridge looked frightened and deeply scared.
"There will be an investigation in the matter. The Ministry would never order an attack on its own citizens. We will find out how those two Dementors slipped through our grasp."
"Either way, it was ministry dementors that attacked my client. You will pay my client another ten thousand galleons and four thousand galleons for us, Fudge." Korshak stated. "Now, members of the Wizengamot, what is your verdict?" He looked over to Madam Marchbanks.
"Raise your wands either red for guilty, blue for innocent," Marchbanks said.
Fudge glared at Harry, Korshak, and Hermione, evidently incensed. The entire Wizengamot had fallen into urgent, whispered conversations.
Pretty much 90% of the wands shot up in the air, giving off a cool cyan glow.
No one seemed stupid enough to actually vote for his conviction. Fudge and the Toad, and half a dozen others simply withheld their vote.
Fudge glanced around at them all, looking as though there was something large stuck in his throat. He took a few deep breaths and then said, in a voice distorted by suppressed rage, "Very well, very well; cleared of all charges."
"Brilliant," Harry exclaimed cheerfully. "I thank the members of the Wizengamot. Fudge, I expect to see an owl from Gringotts showing deposits into my vault and Adams, Adams, and, Adams vault. Have a good day you all."
"Hold it a moment, Lord Potter. You have faced two charges that you should never be charged in the first place. Shall we of the Wizengamot make it an even fifty thousand for all Lord Potter's trouble?" Amelia asked, watching the agreement pass.
{S}
"We are going to kill giants, tomorrow?" Harry asked.
"Yes, in the morning. We are using shotguns. Somehow your mother got us these and your aunt delivered them. The ammunition has been modified.
It is stone, not metal. Tomorrow night we will be using silver shards with the werewolves. So, after the bodies are found; it will upset all three of the groups." Narcissa said. "We know where Remus and Hagrid are hiding. We will kill them first."
{S}
"I am sorry Sirius," Harry said.
"What are you sorry for, pup?" Sirius asked.
"You will read in the Prophet in the next few days; that Remus Lupin is dead," Harry said. "He was in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"WHAT!!!!" Sirius shouted.
"There was a meeting last night of the leaders of the British werewolves. For daft reasons, Lupin was there as well as a death eater." Harry started to explain,
Harry continued. "We were there to stop Voldy from recruiting more werewolves. It got bloody; fast. Remus was collateral damage."
"COLLATERAL DAMAGE!! WHAT THE FUCK! HARRY!" Sirius said.
"Tom is recruiting werewolves and giants. I had to put that to a stop. Unfortunately, the timing sucked. The same with giants. Hagrid showed up just as the death eater had given the head giant a present."
"The giants attacked Hagrid and we had to put them all down," Harry said.
"The werewolves had Remus brawl with the death eater. Once Remus won; the wolves attacked. We were using muggle weapons and they were not precise."
"YOU DID NOT CARE!" Sirius yelled.
"No, not really, but he did not deserve to die for Dumbledore," Harry said calmly.
"Pup, I…" Sirius started. "Gurk."
Sirius fell to the ground while blood was coming from his back. "Thanks, Hermione, now get out of here."
{S}
"Madam Bones, can you send some Aurors here please." Harry said, "This is very bad."
"Again, Mister Potter?" Amelia asked with a tone of exasperation.
"Yes, the slasher killed my godfather," Harry said.
"I am coming through," Amelia said.
"Welcome, before we start. I, Harry James Potter, do swear on my life and magic, that I did not kill my godfather; so, mote it be." Harry said. "Lumos." His wand glowed brightly.
"Any message?" An unknown Auror asked.
"I do not know. I touched nothing." Harry said.
"Why are you here?" Another Auror asked.
"We were having an argument. A Tom issue that got Remus Lupin killed."
Amelia raised her eyebrow.
"I had to tell him that uncle mooney aka Remus Lupin is dead. A spy inside the lycans notified me that the head werewolf and cadre met with both Remus and a death eater werewolf. They met last night. They had the death eater and Remus fight. During the fight, someone killed everyone present. The lycan groups think that either Albus or Tom was afraid of losing so they have everyone killed. The end of the day results, neither the werewolves, Tom's group, nor Albus's group will now treat each other. So, neither Tom nor Albus will have werewolf allies."
"Very sad; how are you handling it?" Amelia asked. She had noted that Harry was unfazed by the deaths.
"Lupin, he was Dumbledore's dog, through and through. I really don't care about his death. I assumed he was going to die since he was involved with a project of the idiots." Harry said.
"And you godfather?" Amelia asked.
"The straw that broke the camel's back. He was going back to the order. Sirius thought that if he had been there, things would have been different. I don't but in any case; I will miss my godfather." Harry said morosely. "The fact he started to gurgle; when I came over here. Saw him as you see, and called you."
Once the Aurors left the room to explore the rest of the building. Amelia frowned at Harry. "I am sorry, Harry. Sirius was being a prat lately. I am not sure why.
Because of what happened to Miss Granger; I am not sure if he was being potioned. It is too late to do anything about it now. Worse, I still worry about my Aurors."
"Are you sure about Tonks?" Harry inquired.
"Yes, Shacklebolt though…" Amelia said.
"Madam Bones, it appears that Harry coming here through the floo prevented a message from being carved into the old Black," Kingsley said.
"Old Black?" Harry asked.
"You will need a new proxy," Kingsley said. "And regent."
"Oh, that is right, I am the Black when I turn seventeen," Harry said.
"That will be all, Mister Potter. Go home. Once we are done here, I will send you an owl." Amelia said. "For what it is worth; I am sorry that the last of your family has died. If you need to talk or anything; just let me know. If you need to, you can get word to Susan. We have mirrors."
{S}
"Albus?" Kingsley asked.
"Yes, my boy, what news do you have for me?" Albus asked.
"All of it is bad. The giants want to kill us. I tried to talk with them. I did find out that Hagrid is dead. The giants will not talk to us. We are, kill on sight; as far as they are concerned. The same with the death eaters. We found one recently killed by the giants."
"That is bad. But you look like there is more bad news." Albus said, thinking he would need a drink.
"Yes, we found a slaughter. Remus, Fenrir, and several other werewolves were killed. Including the two largest pack's alphas. It looks like they had a disagreement that got out of hand. Silver was used. I would assume that because of all of the deaths, it would be too dangerous to try to meet with them again."
"Is that all the bad news?" Albus said thinking two drinks will be needed tonight. Depriving Tom of forces would be a good thing. But he needed the giants and werewolves to join the order. He needed forces to sacrifice for the greater good. It would not do to risk himself in any battle after all.
"Sirius Black was killed by the slasher. The slasher almost got Harry." Kingsley said flatly. "Harry was on a floo call with Sirius when it happened. His attempt to floo over caused the slasher to flee. So, there was no message. The slasher got away again."
"Are you sure, the slasher is not Harry?" Albus asked. So many of his plans were crashed.
"He swore an oath on his life and his magic," Kingsley said. "He had no blood or cursed blade on him."
"He was still able to use magic after that?" Kingsley just nodded.
"Well, thank you for the information; I will think about this and have some new plans when we meet next," Albus said.
After Shacklebolt left the headmaster's office; Albus got out a bottle of Brandy. Damn, he had wanted to get Harry pushed through the veil as being the slasher if he could. He was sure Harry was the slasher. All the slasher's targets involved Harry after all. With the exception of Sirius; they were all the people involved with the burning down of Harry's house or a direct attack on the brat. This was a mixed blessing. On one hand; all loose ends have been cut. On the other hand; were these murders actually related to attacks on the boy, and if so, did they lead back to him?
That was not a priority at this time. He was short of expendable soldiers. With Hagrid dead; they had no one that could really talk with the giants. Maxine would not return his owls.
The werewolves were another issue. Since both Remus and Fenrir were dead; neither side had viable emissaries. It did not help that the packs were blaming both sides for the deaths of the other people at the meeting.
Well, at least things were looking up in other areas. Dolores would soon be at the castle. Hopefully, that death eater would find a way to kill Harry and his girls. He was sure that she would torment all of the muggleborns.
Maybe Dolores would actually make all of the first generations leave the castle, no longer polluting the school with modern ideas. After all, Magical Britain should not change its ways.
{S}
"Well, we have a week. Any ideas of what the school year will be like?" Harry asked.
"I am glad I passed my Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests. So, I am no longer in school." Fleur teased.
"Yes, you did brat. How well did you do?" Hermione teased back.
"Good enough that I am now an apprentice curse breaker at Gringotts. They were going to post me in London; but with some of the new laws; they posted me in Paris. I start on the first." Fleur parried.
"Good, I moved everything from 12 Grimmauld Place and the Black family vault to the Paris Gringotts. I need someone I trust to make that stuff safe; especially the library. Once the library is safe, it will be moved to here." Harry said smirking at his wife.
"Where will this ship be staying while we are in Hogwarts?" Hermione asked.
"Officially, Calais; unofficial, Vestbygd. In case we need a quick evacuation." Harry said. "We need to get our owls done as soon as we can."
"Why is that a factor this year?" Susan asked first.
"Dolores Umbridge will be the new DA-DA teacher. I was wondering who would assign such a worthless textbook when I picked up your school supplies. That led me back to the ministry and Umbridge." Narcissa said.
"Do you have any good news for us, Cissa?" Susan asked.
"Yes, this will be your last year at Hogwarts. Next year you will all be at Beauxbâtons Academy of Magic. All of your parents agreed."
"I thought we were going to wait until Yule to ask?" Harry inquired.
"The change was pushed by Amelia, actually. While it was kept out of the Prophet, twelve Aurors were let go for "budget reasons." Narcissa continued. "And it will get worse."
"What do you mean, worse?" Hermione chimed in.
"There are new bills in the Wizengamot. It is almost as if Tom and Albus were working together. One bill forbids the press or internal documents from referring to or even using the name: Death Eaters or Order of the Phoenix. Being members of either group will no longer be a crime."
"Are there more bills that affect first-generational or half-bloods?" Hermione asked.
"Not yet; but they will be coming. That is part of the reason we have a large group leaving for France and the continent." Narcissa said. "Not just Harry, and his family."
"Well, when do we spring this on Dumblefuck?" Harry asked.
"I got all the paperwork. We will only need Minerva's signature and your final school records. Thanks to you for appointing me to the Regent of House Black; we are ready for it. My plan happens on the last day of school. Soon after Yule break; you will be taking your owls. The staff at Hogwarts does not know about this. I have three portkeys ready to take all of us to Peterhead. The boat will meet us there. We will head north so we get out of Great Britain as soon as possible. The plan is to go around Ireland and down through Gibraltar to Les Cabanes de Fleury. That is the final base for the boat." Narcissa said.
"So, it is all planned out?" Harry asked.
"Unless there is something that changes it. I will meet you in McGonagall's office." Narcissa said.
"At the same time, Amelia and Tonks will owl in their resignation papers. Then they will also portkey to meet us. We have a year to change the plan if needed; if not it is ready to go."
"The same day; according to my aunt; another large group of Aurors and unspeakables plans on quitting. Amelia, Tonks, and the group of Aurors will have jobs in the French, German, and ICW DMLEs that start the next day." Susan added.
"By that, would it be safe to say that the Aurors that have already been cut; were worthless anyway?" Harry asked. He laughed when he saw Susan nodding fervently. "What is going on with the DoM?"
"The Wizengamot is shutting down the DoM. So, every unspeakable will be leaving the island, eventually." Narcissa said.
"Well, that is stupid. So, back to us, it is all set. We just need to safely get to Hogwarts. Do we have a plan for that?" Harry asked.
"Yes, I will side you to a pub that has a floo. We will then floo to the Three Broom Sticks. We will walk to the castle. We will get into the apartment before the express even gets to Hogsmeade. We will clear the apartment and then call the house elves with our trunks. Right before the feast starts, we will enter the hall."
"Why does this seem like a mission plan?"
"Because we need to make a statement of arriving at the same time, unharmed. The only question is, do you want to be in the DA-DA class?" Narcissa asked.
"Opinions?" Harry asked.
"Do we do this Slytherin style or Gryffindor style?" Daphne asked.
"What is the difference?" Hermione asked.
"The amount of cunning or stupidity," Daphne replied with a smirk.
"The more cunning the better," Harry said noticing the other girls all nodded.
"Your turn to lead us, my lovely snake," Harry said.
"We just do not go to the DA-DA class. We will eventually be called in about that. We show our owl results. In the best case; we get a free period for the rest of the year. Worse case, we get told to attend the six-year class. If that is the case, we don't show up for that class. Then we will be called in again. Then we show our newt results." Daphne said with a devilish smile.
"What do you expect to happen to make us show up to the six-year class?" Hermione asked.
"Either a ministerial decree we can challenge at the Wizengamot or an actual Wizengamot decision," Narcissa said.
"So, we basically keep making them play catch up," Harry said.
"Yes, it could be rinsed and repeated a few times. We would get a free period most of the year. I can think of how we can use that period." Daphne said with a suggestive look despite her blush.
"You all agree with that plan?" Harry asked. All the girls agreed but Fleur. Fleur was obviously jealous of not getting to shag Harry over the school year like the other girls.
"Anything else?" Harry said scared to hear a response.
"Dumblefuck has acquired some loyalty potions," Narcissa said.
"As a precaution; we will have to check all of the food and drink for potions. I think it will be worse next year."
"Probably; now we have a couple of other issues you need to know about," Narcissa said.
"What now?" Hermione asked shaking her head.
"All of the Potter, Peverell, and Black properties have been sold. Your home, Susan, is in escrow, the escrow will end the last day of school. The same with you, Luna. The Greengrass properties in England, have all been sold. They have moved most of their possessions to France. They are currently living in a friend's townhouse in London. I would not be surprised if the rest of your friends follow suit." Narcissa said.
"Mercenaries were hired to wipe out the acromantula colony in the forbidden forest. That had a couple of impacts. Quite a number of mercenaries were killed in the process. This will increase the cost to people that want to hire mercenaries; like Dumblefuck and Riddle." Narcissa said. "You made about three million galleons from that; after paying the mercenaries."
"Well, that is very Slytherin, Cissa," Harry said.
"My pleasure my lord, I am sure you will reward me very pleasurably," Narcissa replied.
"Any other news of Tom?" Susan asked.
"Yes, the news of him being a poor half-blood, has seriously hampered his recruitment," Narcissa said.
"Is there anything else we need to discuss, decide, or anything like that?" Harry asked.
"Yes, who gets you tonight?" Daphne said.
"Well, I have never had Daphne and Susan. So that is my choice.
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"That is excellent," Daphne said softly, looking down at him. "I'll get to do this first." She nuzzled Harry's neck, then kissed her way down his chest. She licked and sucked first one nipple, then the other, making Harry squirm and groan. When she began working her way down his abdomen, Harry finally realized what was about to happen. He looked up in time to see her lips encircle the head of his penis.
She wrapped both of her hands around Harry's length, and then her head began to slowly move down and up. As her lips moved down over him, Harry felt her tongue make sideways flicks back and forth across the sensitive underside of his shaft. As she moved back up her mouth tightened and suctioned him, and simultaneously both of her hands moved rapidly up and down his erection from her lips to the base of Harry's length.
Harry groaned out loud at the pleasure of it; his head fell back against the floor. Harry looked to his left and saw that Susan was up on her knees now, leaning in close to watch her friend's movements.
"I'm not going to last long," Harry said.
Daphne pulled off him long enough to say, "I don't expect you to." Then she took a breath, placed her mouth on him again, and pushed her head down until her lips were against his crotch. Harry was in her throat, and the sensation was incredible. When she moved back up her hands were instantly on him again: one playing with his balls; the other moving quickly up and down his shaft, now wet from her saliva.
It was an intense sexual feeling Harry was experiencing, Daphne's mouth and throat engulfed Harry again. He felt the familiar tightening and a growing sense of pleasure. "I'm going to come," Harry gasped.
Daphne pulled away from Harry and said, "Watch this, Susan." He looked up and saw Susan move even closer to his glans. Daphne pulled her face a few inches away from the tip of his helmet but left her mouth open as she began jacking Harry in earnest.
"Oh God," He yelled. "Aaahhhh..." Harry watched as he shot spurts of hot cum up into Daphne's mouth. She swallowed some; more splattered across her lips and chin, and some fell back down onto her hands. He couldn't hold his head up to watch any longer; he closed his eyes and rode the wave of pleasure.
"Wow," Harry heard Susan say. "What does it taste like?"
"Good," said Daphne. "Try it."
"Ugh. I don't think so," said Susan.
Daphne finished milking him, then leaned down to lick and suck the last of his seed. When Harry was spent, she lay down next to him, her hand never leaving Harry's length.
"You're still hard," she said, raising her eyebrows. "What are we going to do about that?"
Harry was still breathing hard, and he could hear his pulse pounding in his ears. When Harry could talk again, he said "I don't know. Honestly, I don't know what you want me to do. I want to touch you."
"Then touch me," said Daphne.
Harry rolled towards her and looked at her gloriously naked body. "You're so beautiful," he said.
She smiled at Harry. He moved on top of her, quickly cast a wandless scourgify, and bent his head down to kiss her sweet lips. Her hands moved up and down his back and onto his neck, urgently pulling Harry against her as they kissed. When their lips parted, she guided his head down towards her right breast.
Harry cupped the warm mound of it in his hand, and gently took her nipple into his mouth. His tongue pressed down against her, then flicked lightly across the nipple, then circled the areola. Harry tried what she had done to him, making a little vacuum and sucking her into his mouth. "Yeah," she gasped. "Suck it. That feels so good. Suck it harder."
Harry kept his hand on her right breast as he moved his mouth onto her left breast. As he sucked one nipple his fingers began gently playing with the other. To ratchet it up on not, he used parseltongue on the nipple in his mouth; causing Daphne to cum.
Once she recovered, she moaned, "Oh God," Her hands moved down onto Harry's butt. "I need you in me. Now."
That sounded good to Harry. Daphne spread her legs apart she reached between them, took him in her hand, and guided him until the tip of his rigid length was pressed against her warm, wet pussy lips. She wanted him to hammer her through the bed. She was glad that Harry would. Harry had the stamina to wreck her core.
"You're so hard," she said as her hands moved back onto his arse. "Push, I want to feel you in me."
They looked into each other's eyes. As she pulled him towards her, he pushed his hips against her, and Harry felt the head of his cock slip into her.
She was slippery and warm, and tight. So tight that he stopped pushing so she had time to adjust to him. Harry felt Daphne's hands on his arse pulling him further in; urging him on. Harry reached under her and grabbed her arse. Still looking into her eyes, he pulled her towards himself as Harry pushed against her, and suddenly he was buried all the way into her.
They both groaned. The feeling was incredible: warm and wet like her mouth, but much tighter around Harry – like her hands. Harry stayed deep within her for a moment, getting used to the sensations. Then, slowly, he began to move. Harry pulled just a little bit out of her and gently pushed back in. And again. Then further out, and then in again – this time, not as gently. Harry began to move faster.
"Yes," said Daphne. "That's it. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Yeah, that's good!" She closed her eyes as Harry began to fuck her hard. He moved his mouth back onto her breast and played with her nipple as Harry continued to pound into her. Their sweaty bodies made a slapping sound every time they came together.
"Oh God, Harry, you're gonna make me come," gasped Daphne. She locked her legs around him and dug both hands into his back. Then Harry felt a third hand on his ass and once again remembered that they weren't alone. Harry looked over his shoulder at Susan.
Her eyes were locked on their bodies, watching them fuck. One of her hands was on his ass, moving with it as he pistoned into their mutual girlfriend. On the other hand, Susan was masturbating furiously. Harry reached back and put his hand on Susan's knee, just too sort of complete the connection.
She looked up at Harry and as she continued rubbing herself, she moved her other hand between Daphne and him, searching until she found the point where they were joined together. She wrapped as much of her hand as she could around his length, feeling it as it slid in and out of Daphne. Immediately, Harry could feel the pressure to climax begin to build within her.
"Harry!" Daphne panted. "Oh! Oh, Harry! I'm coming. I'M COMING!! OH, GOD!!" Daphne let out a long, loud, almost anguished moan as she came. She thrashed around beneath Harry and her pussy clenched even tighter around his cock. Between Daphne's pussy and Susan's fingers, Harry couldn't take any more.
"Oh God, I'm coming too!" Harry gasped as he slammed up against Susan's hand, burying herself as far as possible, and shot his load deep within Daphne. Harry closed his eyes and moaned as waves of pleasure rolled over him.
From behind Harry, he heard Susan begin to gasp and moan as her own orgasm overtook her. When it was over, she collapsed onto the teen: her head resting against his back, and her hand still wrapped around his cock. They lay there together for what seemed like a very long time, listening to each other breathe and make little "Ummm" sounds of contentment. When Harry opened his eyes. Daphne was smiling at him.
"That was incredible, Harry. You were incredible. Susan, what did you think?" Susan looked at her and grinned. "I think I'm jealous."
"Don't be jealous, Sweetie," said Daphne. "We're in this together."
"Okay," said Susan. "It was awesome!
"When you came, I could feel you shooting your stuff, Harry!"
"Oh, God," he said. "I'm going to Hell." Harry carefully pulled out of Daphne, gently pulled Susan's hand from his length, and rolled onto his back between the two girls.
Daphne chuckled, threw an arm around him, and nuzzled her face into his neck. "It was pretty awesome, Harry. Okay, I guarantee you that Susan wants her fuck." Daphne ran her hand over his chest and abs. "Nobody's forcing her to watch us. When she wants, she can actually join in."
Lost as his post-coital bliss, her argument made perfect sense to him. Harry concentrated on the feel of her hand as it moved lower and over his dick. It felt wonderful. She was doing just lightly enough to let his length lose some of its sensitivity.
"My God, you're still hard, Harry!" said Daphne. "You're like some kind of machine!"
"Like I said: I am sure I can please all of you, and you're so beautiful, it is easy to do," Harry said.
Daphne sighed and kissed him deeply, passionately, one hand in his hair and the other stroking his manhood.
"Are you going to shag again?" said Susan.
"Susan," said Daphne, "We didn't... do that. We made love."
"What's the difference?"
"Maybe we'll show you."
"Can you do that sucking thing again first?"
"Sure, if it's okay with Harry. Is it?"
"Are you kidding?" Harry said.
Daphne kissed her way down his body until, without preamble, her lips encircled his shaft and her mouth and throat engulfed all of Harry, down to the root. Harry groaned.
"How do you do that?" said Susan. Her face was inches away from Daphne's as she watched her friend deep-throat Harry. "It's too big to all fit in your mouth, isn't it?"
Daphne pulled away from Harry. A little string of her saliva trailed from her lips to the tip of his cock. Her hand kept jacking Harry as she answered. "Well, yeah, it's too big to all fit in my mouth. I sort of open my throat and take him all the way in. I have to breathe through my nose but it isn't too bad. Having his length in my throat feels wonderful."
Susan's mouth hung open. "In your throat? How do you do that? Why don't you gag? Does he shoot his stuff down your throat?"
"No, I use the charm so I don't gag. When he's ready to come I'll back off a little so that he comes in my mouth. That way, I can taste him."
"Ugh, I remember seeing that," said Susan. But she didn't look disgusted. She looked fascinated.
"Do you want to try kissing it?" said Daphne.
"Sure, I guess," said Susan
"Okay, Susan, first wrap your hand around his dick and jack him off, like I'm doing here." Harry watched as Daphne removed her hand and Susan took over.
"Like this?" Susan asked. Her little hand flew up and down Harry's erect shaft, and he moaned.
"Slower," said Daphne. Susan's hand movement slowed and became gentler and more... loving. "That's better. Now, when you're ready, use your mouth and tongue. Be careful not to bite. Also, use the charm."
As Harry watched, Susan lowered her head and he felt her hot breath on the tip of his dick while her hand continued to slowly masturbate him. She gave his glans a little kiss, then tentatively stuck her tongue out and licked the sensitive underside of his shaft. Harry's whole body shivered, and he said, "Ungh."
"Cool," said Susan.
"See," Daphne said. "He likes it. Do it some more."
Susan looked up into Harry's eyes as she once again ran her tongue up and down the underside of his length. Harry moaned, and his hands went of their own accord to the back of her head, urging her on. She noticed Daphne cast the anti-gagging charm on her.
"Take him into your mouth, if you're ready," said Daphne. Still looking at Harry, Susan opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of Harry's cock. She sort of stayed that way, with the tip in her mouth and her hand still moving over the length.
"Good! Now take as much of him as you can into your mouth, and make some suction, like it's a big candy cane." Susan did. "Now keep sucking while you pull your mouth almost all the way off, and start moving your hand again as your mouth uncovers his cock. And keep doing that: mouth, hand, mouth, hand. And use your tongue as much as you want."
Susan was a fast learner, and she was really getting into it. Harry started moaning and wriggling around, and when she realized that it was her mouth and hand that were causing it, she started going faster.
"Unnh... Unnh... Oh... My... God... Susan, you're making me come. I'm going to come again!"
Susan pulled her mouth off of Harry, but her hand kept going. "What should I do, Daphne? I want to make sure that Harry here has major conflicts of who he wants to invite shag with him on any given night."
Daphne smiled. "That depends, Sweetie. Do you want him to come in your mouth like he did with me? Or to have Harry cum directly in your throat so it goes directly into your stomach to fill you up?"
"I don't know," said Susan. Her hand kept jerking Harry off, and my moans were getting more intense. "I want to try, but I'm afraid I won't like it."
"It's starting," Harry gasped. "I'm starting to come!"
"Why don't you let him come in your mouth, and if you like it, you can swallow it, and if you don't like it, you can spit it in my mouth. How's that?"
"Okay," said Susan. She took a deep breath, put her mouth around Harry's dick again, and started suctioning him hard. And that was all it took.
"Oh Merlin, Oh Merlin, OH Merlin!" Harry yelled out as his balls tightened, Harry's body started bucking, and his hot seed shot into Susan's mouth. Waves of pleasure overtook him, so strong that Harry thought he might pass out. But Harry had to know. With supreme effort, and in the midst of his orgasm, Harry raised his head up to see what Susan would do.
She was swallowing his cum as fast as she could. As Harry watched she pulled her head back, and consequently took the last couple of spurts on her face. She immediately stuck out her tongue, lapped up the come dripping onto her upper lip, and swirled it around in her mouth.
"Mmmm!" she said. "I like it!"
Daphne laughed. "Me, too!" She leaned over and licked another drip from Susan's face, then licked Susan's lips, and then, to Harry's excitement, Daphne gave Susan a long, deep kiss. Susan's eyes opened wide, then closed as she got into the kiss. Then Daphne pulled back.
"Well, Harry," she said, "You're finally getting soft." As she played with his penis, a drop of come squeezed out of the tip. Daphne dipped down to lick it up.
"Hey! That was mine!" said Susan. She reached over and squeezed another drop out and licked it up herself. Then, before Harry knew it, both girls had their heads in his crotch and were squeezing his dick and licking the tip and shaft.
"Oh man, I never thought I'd say these words, but please stop licking my dick!" Harry said. "It's too sensitive!"
Both of them said "Sorry, Harry," making it sound like stereo. They let go and moved up to lay alongside his. Harry hugged them both and, just because he could, moved until he had a hand cupping one breast of each girl. Harry sighed. Life with his witches was brilliant.
"I really going to enjoy it when we are all married, I think," Harry said. "I love having sex with you ladies. I love the way I can please you. "
"No duhh, we like having sex with you too," said Daphne. You are fun to please, also."
"Can I shag Harry now?" said Susan.
"Oh, God," Harry said.
Daphne looked at Harry and grinned. "We'll see," she said. "It depends on how soon he can fire again." Casting a quick scourgify on her mouth and Susan's.
Daphne laughed and snaked her hand to his length... Jesus, you're hard again! Do you use a charm or something?" She started stroking Harry and leaned in for another kiss. Harry pushed her down into the bed.
"Shit!" said Susan. "You weren't kidding Harry!!"
Harry switched to kiss Susan with a passion he didn't know he had. She ran her hands through his hair and returned his kiss with frenzy, her tongue battling with Harry's. Harry cupped a breast in each hand and played with her nipples. Her breath came in little pants and gasps.
"Right now, Harry," she said. "In me... please... right now!"
Harry moved onto her and pushed with his hips and, they joined. Harry started moving inside her.
"Oh yeah!" said Susan. "Ungh, oh Harry, oh baby, ahh, don't stop, yeah, oh yeah!" She was wet and so very tight, but Harry had already climaxed three times that night and it felt as if he could last forever. Harry rammed himself into her hard and fast, wanting to please her, wanting to fill every bit of her. Her orgasm started almost immediately.
"Ahhhh... Harry, you're making me come! I'm getting it, baby... Ahhh... OH... AHHH! Yes! YES! Oh, Harry, AH MERLIN!" Harry kept slamming into her as her body went wild beneath him. Her head whipped from side to side and she yelled out her release.
Inspired, Harry briefly pulled out of Susan and flipped her over as she continued to shudder from her climax. Harry moved his erection against her outer lips until he found the sweet spot and pushed, held her by the shoulders, and began slamming into her once more. She pushed up onto her hands and knees.
Harry reached around her and grabbed her breasts and pulled her into him as he pistoned into her. Harry delighted in the sensation of screwing a girl from behind, pounding himself into the taut cushion of her firm ass.
Susan was making a loud, unintelligible mix of nonsense sounds, moving from one orgasm to the next. Intermixed into this was a steady, "Ungh... ungh... ungh!" from both of them, uttered in time with the rhythmic slap-slap-slap of their bodies ramming together. Harry moved one hand down onto her mound and started playing with her clitoris, and she began to scream.
"AHHH!" said Susan. "Oh, Merlin oh Merlin OH MERLIN!! Daphne... Uhhng... Mmmm... OH, SHIT, I'M COMING AGAIN!!! AAAHHHHH, YEAH!!"
"Wow," said Daphne.
Finally, Harry sensed his own orgasm beginning, not in his impossibly hard erection, or his balls, but seemingly in his very soul. It spread over Harry's entire body, down his legs and into his toes, and deep into his chest. And, as Harry came into his beautiful, fiancé, his lips began to tingle and his vision clouded, and he may have lost consciousness for a moment.
When he regained his senses, Harry was slumped over Susan, his penis buried deep within her, his arms still around her. They were both gasping in deep, ragged, breaths. Harry gave her a hard, desperate squeeze, and kissed the back of her neck.
"I love you, Susan, Daphne," Harry whispered.
Susan twisted around until her mouth could find him and she kissed him, gently.
"Oh, Harry, I love you too," she said. "Thank you for letting me have my fantasy." Susan then kissed Daphne. "I love you too, Daphne."
Daphne just curled in on Harry's other side. "I love you both."
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