Chapter 22 – Political Maneuvering
The next three weeks continued apace for the Potters and all their friends. Two weeks after Harry and Hermione returned from France, Hogwarts let out for a week's break. The Grangers had a trip planned with a group of friends that had been in the works for two years, so Harry and Hermione decided to stay at school while Jean and Neil enjoyed their two weeks of river cruising. They missed the Grangers, who also lamented over not seeing them, but with OWLs looming, there was plenty to keep them busy. About half their friends left, but many stayed and the week was well used to catch up on schoolwork.
With the horcrux gone, Harry found himself sleeping better and had no more incidents of headaches related to Voldemort's emotions. While he was happy with the change from a personal perspective, part of him wished that he might still have a bit of insight into what Voldemort was up to. Each arrival of the Daily Prophet brought a sense of trepidation as the Great Hall grew quiet and every student checked for bad news. One second year muggleborn left the school abruptly and the word was that his parents had been targeted and he had been sent to out of country relatives. In addition, the Death Eaters were up to their usual games in targeting random muggles. The attacks followed the Death Eaters' pattern of arriving quick, wreaking havoc and murder, and then portkeying or apparating away. Harry knew he shouldn't feel responsible, but each attack made him itch to do something and he silently sent encouragement to the miners in Russia to hurry up with the stone they needed. Hermione felt his concern and did what she could to reassure him, but she understood Harry's frustration. Without her though, Harry knew he would have been in much worse condition.
One thing that Harry could do was to prepare for the ultimate battles that were still to come. Each morning he was up early to run with Hermione and their friends. The grounds of Hogwarts had now thawed and they enjoyed the crisp Scottish air in the mornings. After, they all went to the Room of Requirement for strength training before getting ready for a day of classes. Tonks continued to teach two nights a week, with only one exception when she was called away for other duties. While she added a couple of new spells, she began to instead focus on linking spell chains together and improving speed and reflexes even more. Harry insisted on continuing his snake drills. Some of the others weren't as happy and sat the drills out, but Hermione always gritted her teeth and stayed right alongside him.
After nearly three weeks running the drills, Harry thought that he was as ready as ever and wanted to go look for Nagini. April was now waning and the weather had warmed enough that he hoped a cold blooded reptile would be prone to roaming more. The problem still was getting an idea of where Voldemort and his blasted familiar were. For that reason he decided it was time to talk to one of his allies in particular and sent a sealed letter to Amelia at her home, requesting a private meeting as soon as possible.
Amelia replied the next day and Harry arranged for him and Hermione to visit Bones Manor the following evening at eight. He was anxious to feel like he was doing something for a change and the news that morning of a major attack on a small muggle village didn't help at all. The Aurors arrived as usual just as the Death Eaters were fleeing. They just couldn't seem to respond quick enough, which Harry and Hermione both wondered about. Once again stuck with schoolwork, they left for classes carrying the Daily Prophet and it's bad news. The day seemed to drag and both were looking forward to their meeting with Amelia that evening.
Shortly after lunch, Harry and Hermione were on the way to Potions when a third year ran up to them with a sealed message. Since they still had a few minutes until class, they stepped aside and Harry read the brief message.
Lord and Lady Potter,
A message has been received from your ally cancelling your meeting this evening with deep regret. There is much happening today that must be attended to. Please meet at my office at three after your last class.
Dumbledore
Harry growled in frustration and wadded up the note as Hermione put a comforting hand on his arm.
Harry love, there must be a good reason. Or maybe a bad reason. We'll talk to Dumbledore in a couple of hours.
I know, but it's just so damn frustrating! I want to do something, not sit here like a good little schoolboy.
I feel the same way, but it won't help anyone to go running off without good intelligence. We need to talk to Amelia since we haven't in several weeks.
Harry nodded, feeling mildly calmed, but not completely. Hermione took him by a hand and led him to Potions. The class didn't inspire him and Professor Tonks' usually calm demeanor even seemed to be flustered. When the class dismissed, she held them back for a moment.
"Harry, what is wrong? Your work is not up to the standards I am used to. Your furious stirring of the bright eyes potion completely soured it."
"Sorry professor. I've got a lot on my mind. It's too bloody quiet. At least here at school. Elsewhere the Death Eaters seem to have free rein. It's hard to just sit here."
"I understand, but you need to calm your emotions and focus. Losing control when the battle does come to you won't help matters. Now, since your potion curdled so badly it couldn't be submitted, I would like twelve inches of parchment explaining why movement effects the particular ingredients in this potion so severely."
Harry suppressed a groan and nodded. Just what he needed, more mindless work. He grumbled a goodbye to the professor and followed Hermione out of the room as she led the way to the headmaster's office. The gargoyle passed them through quickly and then they were standing at Dumbledore's door. When he called them in, Harry stalked in with annoyance, as Hermione continued to try to calm him. Dumbledore looked over his glasses at Harry and pondered his mood.
"Good afternoon Lord and Lady Potter. Is something the matter?"
"No, nothing is the matter! Everything is normal here at Hogwarts! Nothing of note at all. Well, except for the newspapers constantly delivering more bad news that I can't do shit about!"
"Ah, I see, the problem of waiting. I can sympathize. I've experienced similar situations at different times during my career. Several times during the last war. The best thing to do is to continue to prepare and gather intelligence so that you are ready when the opportunity comes. I suppose your intended meeting with Madam Bones was for intelligence gathering?"
Harry gave rough nod as he finally sat down next to Hermione.
"Well, I know Madam Bones was looking forward to your meeting, but other events took precedence unfortunately. You'll see it all in the morning, but as a member of the Wizengamot, I would imagine an owl is on the way now. There is an emergency session tonight. The last attack on the town of Dorpson Heath saw seventy killed. Included in that were the muggle cousins of Lord Sanford, one of the minor houses, but he is still well connected. Fudge was barely hanging on before, but this last attack was too much. He is being called forward to submit for a vote of no confidence. If that passes, I have been informed that several lords will push for an immediate vote on a replacement. It is a bit unusual, but given the circumstances, I believe the vote is probable. Also, I wish to offer to accompany you to the session. Unless you feel guards are necessary?"
Harry's eyes grew wide as he took in the information. It was good news to hear that Fudge had finally gone too far with his blindness. Obviously this took precedence over anything else and he felt himself cool down a bit. He pondered the question of guards only briefly, but thought he would be fine. He had attended two Wizengamot sessions since his first. Both times Amelia had Tonks accompany him and, other than the usual sneers from certain factions, he had experienced no issues. His thoughts were interrupted by Hermione's.
Wow. The Ministry must be in a furor right now. I can only imagine how busy the DMLE is today.
Harry silently agreed with his wife and personally chastised himself for feeling slighted at the cancellation of the meeting, when there was a very good cause. Taking a deep breath, he looked up to Dumbledore.
"This is indeed momentous news sir. Thank you for the advance warning. I suppose I should make sure Dobby has my Wizengamot robes ready."
At the sound of his name, the elf popped in.
"Lord Harry Potter sir! Youse be needing the big robes?"
"Um, yes Dobby, but not for a few hours probably."
Dobby nodded and popped out to do his bidding as Dumbledore smirked at the elf's devotion.
"Well he certainly is efficient. Thank you for the offer to accompany me sir, I will gladly accept. So far I haven't had any outright threats, but with a meeting this monumental, I expect that emotions will run high."
Dumbledore agreed and then Hermione took her husband's hand and stood to leave the office.
"Thank you for the information headmaster. I suppose we should get some studying done before Harry is called away to the meeting."
Harry followed her out of the office and they returned to their apartment. With OWLs now only about ten weeks away, it was a constant struggle to keep up with their workload. They had barely sat down at the table when a screech owl arrived at the window. Hermione let it in while Hedwig eyed the intruder carefully. When Harry removed the letter it carried, he saw the familiar seal of the Wizengamot and opened it quickly. The note inside was brief and to the point.
Well, it's official. Emergency session of the Wizengamot at seven. I should probably try to eat before. Who knows how long it will take.
Hermione agreed and they studied for a couple of hours. About a half hour after they started, their friends began arriving to join them as usual. While everyone was busy with a mountain of work, it felt good to have his friends around him, even if each person was focused on their own work and the room was silent. Promptly at six, Harry and Hermione packed up and headed for dinner. Usually they would wait a few minutes, but their friends all agreed and no one asked why they were going down a bit early. Their group was some of the first in the dining hall and the food had yet to arrive. As soon as everyone was seated though, an array of dishes appeared before them. Although no elves were visible, Harry called out a thank you to Dobby and everyone began eating. When the rest of the school started to file in, they seemed a bit surprised by the early diners, but soon were distracted by their own food.
At six thirty, Harry gave Hermione a deep kiss and excused himself from the table. Although no one voiced the question, Hermione knew what they were thinking.
"Emergency Wizengamot session everyone. We'll know more later."
Ginny let out a low whistle and shook her head. Once everyone finished dessert, they all decided to retreat to the library for some research.
While Hermione and their friends continued with the usual routine of homework, Harry made his way from the dining hall and back to their apartment. Once he was there, Dobby popped in and delivered his pressed and ready robes. He added his robe clasp as well and then tried to flatten his hair as best as possible. Once he was set, he quickly went to the headmaster's office and found Dumbledore ready and waiting.
"Very good Lord Potter. Thank you for allowing us ample time. Shall we?"
Harry nodded and followed Dumbledore through the floo. They stepped out in the Ministry atrium and saw more traffic than would be usual for that hour. A number of people turned to look at Dumbledore, who had started a conversation with Harry about the merits of the different house Quidditch teams. Harry knew the headmaster was trying to keep the mood as light as possible and appreciated it. When they reached the lifts, the other Wizengamot members made room for the Chief Warlock and they were soon nearing the Wizengamot chambers. As they passed by Crabbe Sr. talking to Yaxley, both men glared at Harry, but stayed well back of Dumbledore. Harry had to admit that the man cut as wide a swath through the crowds as his goblin guard had.
Once they were in chambers, they separated and Harry immediately made his way toward Matron Longbottom. She turned to greet him with a smile.
"Good evening Lord Potter. I'm glad you came since you missed the last session."
"Of course I couldn't miss this. The last session was strictly budgetary and most of the items were worked out well before. The matter of a new Minister is something else entirely."
At that moment, Madam Bones joined them and looked at Harry.
"Lord Potter, you seem to think the matter of the vote is a foregone conclusion?"
"Well, I certainly hope so. Fudge's blindness has been digging a hole for the Ministry. I would hope others could see the same."
"You hope for a lot my young lord. Although the enthusiasm and simplicity of youth is refreshing, I've grown jaded since long before I took the Longbottom seat. I certainly hope for the same outcome, but I anticipate a long night. Tell me, if Fudge is ousted, what are your thoughts on an immediate replacement?"
"The sooner the better. Fudge has already wasted enough time. I suppose the question then is who will replace him? Madam Bones, is it not traditional for the head of the DMLE to be a common candidate?"
"Yes, although I don't know if I'm comfortable with it. And I don't know if anyone is planning on putting me name forward."
"Well, you have my support if you wish. We need someone with a martial background right now."
Harry nodded along with Matron Longbottom's statement and then Sirius appeared. Further talk was ended by the booming voice of Dumbledore calling everyone to their seats. After a few minutes of shuffling, the buzz in the hall quieted and the Chief Warlock began the incantation to start the session and seal the room before introducing the reason for the session.
"Good evening everyone. Thank you for attending this 192nd special session of the Wizengamot. Events of the past weeks have prompted us to respond to the dire circumstances we find ourselves faced with. Lord Sanford, I believe it is your place to make the first motion."
"Thank you Chief Warlock. Two nights ago my house lost two dear cousins due to the terrorist activities of the Death Eaters. This was just the latest in a sequence of attacks totaling twenty-three in the last month. Casualties have ranged from two to seventy-one, with the last being the worst. Myself and others have tried to speak to Minister Fudge on multiple occasions, but he has been denouncing me as quote: 'a fear-mongering imbecile'. Our country is obviously under attack and we need strong and decisive leadership. I officially submit for a vote of no confidence against Cornelius Fudge on the grounds that he has failed to protect the magical people of Britain."
Lord Sanford sat and a moment later Lord Selwyn stood.
"I second the motion for a vote of no confidence."
That brought a murmur through the hall. The House of Selwyn was a minor house and historically careful about maintaining neutrality. As the murmur grew, the Chief Warlock called the chambers to attention and regained control.
"Thank you Lords Sanford and Selwyn. Per the charter of this body, the seconded motion is accepted and will be put to a vote. As is usual, the accused may now speak on his behalf. Once he is finished, others can request three minutes apiece to speak for or against the motion. Minister Fudge, the floor is yours."
Fudge stood, looking rather pink and flushed at the accusations. The combination with his green hat was quite astonishing. He took a moment to collect his thoughts as he glared at the two lords.
"Lord Sanford, while I have expressed my condolences on you recent loss, we cannot let personal grief cloud our decisions on the best path for all of magical Britain. I have not seen conclusive proof that any supposed Dark Lord has returned. What we are dealing with is a few small groups of thugs that the DMLE needs to deal with. I believe the question of these continued attacks needs to be placed with Director Bones and her department. We must remain cautious. Panic will only cause the situation to worsen, as well as impacting our businesses and economy. I call for those who have stood by myself and my house to do so once again in the face of these spurious charges."
Fudge sat, looking a bit smug as he obviously called in alliances and thought himself safe. Harry took a moment to breathe, wishing Hermione was next to him to help calm him down, then he raised his wand to get the Chief Warlock's attention. Dumbledore nodded briefly at him and then addressed chambers.
"Thank you for your statement Minister Fudge. I now recognize Lord Potter, who has three minutes to speak."
Harry stood and rubbed his signet lightly as he held his head up and gazed around the chambers.
"Thank you Chief Warlock, I will try to be brief. In regards to Minister Fudge's statement that he has received no conclusive proof about Voldemort's return…"
Harry's use of the Dark Lord's name caused the space to buzz and the Chief Warlock had to call the room to attention, while also resetting Harry's time counter.
"As I was saying, I have evidence that proves Minister Fudge was told about the Dark Lord's return. Since everyone here is scared of a silly fake name, then I will call him Tom Riddle. That is the name he was born with, named after his muggle father by his witch mother moments before she died after giving birth. And before anyone here denies it, I know this because his shade told me when I faced him during my second year at Hogwarts. He also answered to that name after I was witness to his resurrection last June. I submitted my statement to that fact under oath in the Minister's presence. I can assure you that my magic has worked fine since, so I did not falsify my statement under oath. In addition, I provided a pensieve memory to Director Bones. I believe she was going to try to show it to the Minister, although I have no idea if she was ever successful. As for the Minister's fear of economic and business impact, I think anyone who wanders down Diagon Alley right now will see that the recent attacks have already caused people to start running. As for the DMLE's response to the attacks, they have been hampered by constant funding cutbacks and the Minister's regular refusal for special allocations. The funding and allocation records are public record and anyone can verify that statement. I stand with Lords Sanford and Selwyn and call my allies to do the same. It is time to take the blinders off, prepare for war, fight and defeat Voldemort once and for all."
Harry's voice grew every so gradually louder and more forceful as he spoke. When he finished, the sudden silence was deafening, but lasted only moments before the first clap was heard. Then a few other claps joined in until the Chief Warlock called for silence again. Several spoke for the Minister, including Malfoy, Crabbe, and Zabini. Another half dozen spoke against the Minister, including Longbottom, Greengrass, Edgecombe, and several lesser houses. Once no one else raised a wand to speak, the Chief Warlock stood.
"Thank you to everyone for your statements and your dedication to these proceedings. As no one else has signaled to speak, let us take the vote. As you all know, a no confidence vote is by two thirds quorum only. The vote is silent using the devices in front of each of your seats. Place your wand on the voting block if you vote in agreement. If you wish to vote for Minister Fudge to remain, keep your wands away. You will have two minutes."
The chambers grew quiet as Harry placed his wand on the voting block. He looked up to see that Fudge was visibly sweating and didn't look as polished as usual. Finally, the long minutes passed and the Chief Warlock stood again.
"The vote is complete. I have a no confidence vote totaling 71 percent. Cornelius Oswald Fudge, you are hereby relieved of your duties as Minister of Magic."
The chambers began to hum with multiple conversations again as Fudge was escorted out by two Auror guards. The Chief Warlock gave everyone a minute and then called for order. As he spoke, another wand was raised and Dumbledore's attention turned to Lord Macmillan, who he gave a slight nod to.
"Thank you Chief Warlock. I wish to introduce a motion for an immediate placement for a new Minister. Since we are already under attack, I don't feel we can wait."
"I second that motion."
Once Sirius had seconded the motion, Dumbledore called for an immediate vote. Since the matter was mainly procedural, only a standard majority was needed. When that was completed, Dumbledore announced that it had passed easily, signaling the next phase of the historical session. The first person to raise their wand and be acknowledged after the vote for an immediate replacement was Matron Longbottom.
"I wish to nominate Madam Amelia Bones to the position. With a war beginning, we need strong leadership with a law enforcement background."
As she spoke, Augusta looked pointedly at Harry and he took his cue.
"I second Matron Longbottom's nomination of Madam Bones."
Dumbledore nodded at Harry and turned back to look around the chambers.
"Duly noted. Our first nominee is Madam Amelia Bones. Madam Bones, do you accept the nomination?"
Amelia hid her feelings well, despite her reservations on accepting. Still, she was a public servant and never had magical Britain needed her more. She had no husband or children and Susan was in school for ten months out of the year. She had the time needed to dedicate to the office. She stood and looked first at Augusta, then Harry, and finally Dumbledore.
"Yes Chief Warlock, I am honored to accept the nomination."
Amelia sat and next to raise a wand was Richard Selwyn, who nominated Rufus Scrimgeour. After him, Malfoy raised his wand and nominated Lord Yaxley. Finally, Scion Travers nominated Lady Bulstrode. Surprisingly, the woman declined the nomination. With no other nominations forthcoming, Dumbledore officially acknowledge the three nominees and then opened the floor to any wishing to speak.
"Thank you to all the members who have nominated and seconded nominees. I will now open the discussion to any who wish to speak for one of the individuals. Raise your wand and you will be granted three minutes to speak for your candidate. Under the Wizengamot charter, you are not allowed to accuse the other candidates of any untoward actions. If I hear anyone attempting slander, I will silence you and your time will end. Mr. Burke, your wand was raised first, please proceed…"
A half dozen individuals spoke, with three of those speaking for Amelia, including Arthur. Harry found it interesting that the lesser houses could speak, although they couldn't vote. Harry was acknowledged as the seventh to speak and he rose to speak for Amelia, pointing out that there had never been anything to bring her character into question, unlike certain others who had already shown their weakness by susceptibility to the imperius curse. While he said this, his eyes settled on Yaxley and then flitted to Malfoy. Both glared at him, but because he hadn't specifically named anyone, they couldn't argue for slander. Still, no one missed where his gaze settled. He sat after his three minutes and was left to listen to the continued arguments. Finally, after nineteen individuals had taken their allotted time and spoken, no one else raised their wands. Dumbledore called for the vote.
"Thank you to everyone for your impassioned pleas and participation this evening. We must now vote on new leadership for the Ministry during these dark times. Given that we have three candidates, we have some specific rules as laid out in our charter. A candidate must receive a majority vote out of a division of two, meaning that we must first eliminate one of the three candidates. I will now ask that all of the voting members raise your wands and light them blue if you wish to vote for Madam Bones. Light them green if you wish to vote for Lord Yaxley. And light them red if you wish to vote for Mr. Scrimgeour."
Wands went up around the chamber as colors were ignited. Looking around, Harry was happy to see a large proportion of blue. Dumbledore cast a quick charm and a tally appeared in the air in front of him.
"Thank you for your initial vote. From the three candidates, Lord Yaxley has the least votes at nineteen percent. He is now eliminated from the vote. Thank you Lord Yaxley for your desire to lead us through these difficult times. Now, we have two candidates left and a majority of votes will determine our next Minister of Magic. Please now raise your wands and light them blue for Madam Bones or red for Mr. Scrimgeour."
Again wands went up, although a few were slower as some seemed to
take a minute to decide. Dumbledore sat back in his chair, not wanting to rush anyone's decision. Once the final vote was raised, he waited one more minute, but no votes were changed and he cast the charm to tally the votes. Harry carefully schooled his occlumency as it was obvious that Amelia had won. The Chief Warlock stood again as all wands were lowered.
"The final vote is tallied. With fifty eight percent of the vote, it is my honor to announce that the Wizengamot has selected Madam Amelia Bones as our next Minister of Magic. Madam Bones, please step forward to take your oath."
Amelia strode into the center of the chambers and stood in front of the Chief Warlock. She raised her wand and incanted as she swore on her life and magic, using an oath from the early days of the Ministry. The language was archaic, but the meaning remained. Once she finished, Dumbledore cast a final charm over her and then she sealed her own incantation. Dumbledore smiled at her and then returned his attention to the chambers.
"With this, the exceptional business of the evening is concluded. My thanks for your dutiful attendance and participation. I wish our new Minister the best and implore everyone in these chambers to assist her with the monumental tasks she has before her. Good evening."
Harry suppressed a sigh, glad that it was over. He wanted to talk to Amelia, but he was just one of the crowd who wished to do so. She was already taking control though and had called Kingsley and several others over. After giving them orders, they left the chambers quickly to begin organizing meetings for later in the evening and the next morning. Harry was surprised when Tonks appeared at his side.
"Wotcher Lord Potter. Minister Bones sent me over. Can you please follow me?"
Harry nodded and looked quickly to Dumbledore, who nodded when he saw that Harry had a new guard and escort. The young Auror parted the crowds as Harry quickly said goodbye to several individuals who tried to waylay them. As they exited chambers, Tonks led them a short distance away to a small conference room. Once they were in and the room was secure, she turned back to Harry.
"Wow, that was a singularly monumental evening. I have to say, you're turning into a bit of an orator Lord Potter."
Harry snorted.
"Not really. I hate speaking in front of crowds, but I know that it comes with the position. Hermione has been working with me on my speaking skills."
"So, was she here with you tonight?"
"I wish. No, our mind speech doesn't extend more than a kilometer or a bit more. We haven't tested precisely. She can talk to me from the castle when I'm on the pitch, but if I go much farther, it's harder. Our bond is always there, but not the speech."
Any further discussion on the matter was interrupted when Amelia strode into the room. She glanced at Tonks, who took the hint and stepped out of the room to wait outside. Amelia sat for a moment and Harry took the seat she gestured to across from her.
"Well Amelia, I guess congratulations should be in order, although I don't know if that's true after what you've just been handed. I am grateful that you are Minister now though."
"You have that right Harry. Thank you for speaking for me. I'm still a bit torn about all this, but now is not the time to sort my own feelings. I'm going to need pepper-ups before this night is over. I don't have a lot of time, but I know you wanted to speak with me and my calendar hasn't had a chance to fill up quite yet."
"Yes, thanks for taking a moment for me. My initial request to meet with you was to discuss any surveillance you might have to determine where Voldemort is hiding out currently."
"Why? You don't plan on taking the location single-handedly I hope?"
"No, but I want to make a tactical strike. Specifically, I want to go snake hunting."
Amelia blew out a breath and nodded.
"I see. Tonks told me about your drills. Part of me wants to yell at you for being bloody insane, but the other part realizes that you're uniquely qualified for that hunt. Unfortunately, my forces have been spread too thin to run the surveillance we need. One of my first tasks is to find the funds to strengthen the Auror corps. Even being able to offer overtime will help. I've had my hands tied for too long. Once I do get some leads, I'll put the word out to watch for an exceptionally large snake. It may take a while yet. As much as I want to change everything, it will be difficult to get the momentum going."
"I understand, and that brings up something else I wanted to discuss. When the stolen artifact was recovered from the Lestrange vault by the goblins, I was granted a percentage of the fine. The total I received was a bit over 921,000 galleons. I have no desire to profit from the recovery, so I want to donate the money, rounded to one million galleons, to the Auror department. I figure this will help pay for overtime, equipment, or whatever else is needed. Where should I have Gringotts transfer the money to?"
"Wow. I hadn't realized that the Lestranges were fined that heavily. I suppose this is a special kind of irony to use the money to fight the Dark Lord. Please have the bank contact my office directly to arrange the account details. I'm naming Kingsley to take over the DMLE and we are due to meet later this evening. I'll let him know about the donation."
"That sounds good. I'll send an owl to my account manager in the morning. I should be getting back now and I know you have a long evening and long days ahead. Please remember your allies. If there is anything I can help your administration with, please let me know. It will be good to have competency finally."
"Thank you Lord Potter. I do have one request. I know I should tell her myself, but the late hour and my meetings won't allow for me to contact Susan. Can you let her and the rest of the allies at school know what has transpired tonight. I'll try to talk to Susan as soon as I can. I'm a bit worried that my position may bring undue attention to her."
"Of course. I'll get everyone together for a meeting when I return. As for Susan, I'll make sure that word spreads to remind everyone that she is under the protection of House Potter."
Amelia smiled warmly and rose to leave. Harry clasped her hand in both of his and wished her well once again as he followed her out. Outside, Kingsley and several others were waiting for her and took her off in one direction while Tonks escorted Harry the other way back to the atrium. Once there, he floo'd back to the headmaster's office. Dumbledore hadn't returned yet and Harry knew it was just past curfew, so he decided to call Dobby to take him back to the apartment directly. As soon as he arrived, Hermione was waiting and ran for him, a thousand questions bombarding him mentally.
Please hang on a moment love. I need to get all our friends here.
"Dobby, please don't pop out yet. I have more tasks for you on this busy night."
"Of course Master Harry sir."
"I need you to collect all of our friends from their different common rooms and towers. Curfew is just past, so I don't think anyone will be asleep yet. I can get them excused from curfew under Founders' rights, but I think it would be easier to just have you pop them in. Is that too many?"
"Not at all Master Harry sir. Dobby be right back."
Not more than a minute later, Dobby returned with the twins, followed each minute by another pair of their friends from around the different houses. Blaise came last by himself. Everyone quickly found seats while Dobby went to collect hot chocolate and biscuits. Soon everyone was settled with steaming mugs while they listened to Harry detail the events of the evening. Susan leaned against Blaise as she absorbed the monumental news. She seemed stunned and Hermione looked at her with concern.
"Are you alright Suse?"
"What? Yes, I'm fine Hermione. Just shocked I suppose. I knew Aunty Amy was on the short list for minister in the next ten years, but to have it come this sudden will take a bit to get used to. I suppose I'll need to be even more careful from now on."
"Amelia was worried about that and I assured her that I am going to spread the word again to remind everyone that you are under House Potter protection."
"And the rest of us are here for you Susan. You're not alone."
"Thanks everyone. I just need to meditate for a while and let it sink in. Thanks for telling us all right away Harry. I know Aunt Amy will contact me as soon as she can. I can't even imagine everything she's going to be dealing with. Anyway, I think I need to get back and try to sleep on this."
Everyone else agreed as they finished their hot chocolate and Harry called Dobby back to return them to their dorms and common rooms. He didn't like to ask the elf to do so much, but Dobby seemed happy to do so and the unique situation made it the easiest way. Once everyone had left and Dobby cleared the dishes, Harry retreated back to the warmth of his bed and Hermione's arms. They practiced a bit of light meditation and soon drifted off together.
Chapter 23 – Duel
After the monumental Wizengamot session, life settled back into the boring normalcy that made Harry anxious. The Prophet's arrival each morning was met with anticipation and dread. The attacks by Death Eaters continued, although they appeared to be mainly focusing on small groups of muggles. Hermione made the observation that the incidents seemed to be training runs designed to keep Voldemort's forces sharpened and ready. Harry agreed, but the knowledge didn't help lessen the death toll. Even with only two, three, or four being tortured and killed at a time, each one still weighed on him as he wished to do more.
A bit over a week after the Wizengamot session, Harry received a note from the headmaster and he and Hermione headed to the office after Charms. When they arrived, Dumbledore was out, but had left a note sitting on the small table as he had before. Picking it up, Harry saw it was from Monsieur Delacour. He opened it with a drop of his blood and read the brief note.
Lord Potter,
The stone has been secured and is awaiting transport. Please advise on destination.
JLDAD
Harry felt a brief moment of elation and then his mind turned to what to do next. He hadn't heard from Charlie lately about securing a Finnish dragon. He knew that was his next step, but was unsure of how to reach the dragon handler directly.
Perhaps you should contact Bill dear. He should be able to get hold of his brother.
Harry nodded in agreement of Hermione's thought and decided there was no time like the present as he stepped over to the floo and made a call to Gringotts as he stuck his head in the green flames. He had to wait a minute before a goblin appeared on the other end.
"Hello Lord Potter. I take it you have business of import to explain this unexpected call."
Harry decided to ignore the young goblin's tone of derision.
"Yes sir, I need to speak with Cursebreaker Weasley. If there is a problem, I'm sure account manager Silverstaff can call him for me."
"That won't be necessary. Please wait here."
Harry waited a couple of minutes as he tried to ignore his sore knees. Eventually Bill appeared, led by the goblin that Harry had spoken to before. Harry decided to not waste any more time.
"Hi Bill. Thanks for coming. Sorry for calling unannounced. I just received word on the mining effort. I need to talk to your brother."
Harry was careful not to say much over the floo connection, but he knew Bill would know which brother he needed and what this was about.
"Certainly Harry. Let me contact him. We'll call as soon as he's available."
Harry thanked Bill and broke off the call, happily standing up and stretching his legs. Now he was back to waiting again. At least something seemed to be moving along. He took Hermione's hand as they conversed mentally and left the office to continue on to the library.
No word came from Bill that day and Harry was getting antsy again when he received a summons to the headmaster's office the following morning at breakfast. Hermione had to talk to Professor McGonagall about an assignment, so he left on his own. When he arrived, he wasn't surprised to see Bill waiting for him.
"Good morning Harry. Sorry about the delay. Charlie has been busy since I passed on your message yesterday. Anyway, he gave me some instructions for you. Apparently he's secured the use of one of the Finnish dragons. The problem is that the reserve isn't willing to loan the dragon, so the ritual will need to be done at their reserve. Charlie got permission to use a dragon for an 'experiment'. He has friends at the reserve and they're curious, but have agreed to not ask too many questions. Now that he knows you have the stone, he's arranged a portkey to the Toimisto in Helsinki. That's the equivalent of the Ministry there. They want the stone transported there for inspection first. Then Charlie will pick it up before he meets you on Saturday. He's also made arrangements for you to meet him in Finland this weekend. You better bundle up because this place is way north. Charlie is going to meet you at the Toimisto, where you will need to go through customs. From there he has an in-country portkey to a small outpost called Munnikurkkio. He said that it's a good fourteen hours via muggle transport from Helsinki. Once you reach the outpost, you fly up the mountains by broom. Apparently the security is tight and no portkeys go in direct. He's arranging everything on the continent, but you need to get yourself to Helsinki. He'll be at the Toimisto at noon, which is ten our time on Saturday."
Bill handed Harry the portkey that was to be used for the stone, as well as a small piece of map that Charlie had circled their destination on.
"Wow, alright. I guess I need to get busy and talk to Jean-Louis. I'll tell Hermione to dig out the cold weather gear. She won't like the idea of broom flying, but I guess it can't be avoided."
"Harry, if I may. I'd like to accompany you to the reserve and watch the destruction of the objects."
Harry had forgotten that Dumbledore was in the room until he spoke. Before he could respond, Bill replied to the headmaster.
"Sorry sir, but I don't think that will be possible. Charlie said he didn't want this to turn into a spectator sport. He's trying to keep a low profile at the reserve when he does this 'experiment'. He specifically mentioned Lord and Lady Potter only."
Dumbledore was about to interject again, when Harry spoke.
"I really do think it is best that we don't advertise ourselves too much. I'll be happy to show you the memory in the pensieve when we return. I imagine all my allies will be interested."
Harry's tone was firm as he leveled his gaze at the headmaster. Sighing, Dumbledore nodded and sat back in his chair as Bill turned back to Harry.
"Well, I have to be back. I'll be curious to hear how things go. Good luck."
Harry thanked Bill and then watched him disappear into the floo. Once the flames calmed, Harry went to the fireplace to call the Delacour manor in France. An elf answered at first and then immediately went to fetch his master. Jean-Louis appeared quickly and his booming voice echoed through the floo connection.
"Good morning Lord Potter! I take it you received my message?"
"Yes indeed and myself and my allies have been busy. I need to speak to you in person as soon as possible."
"Ah well, then your call is fortuitous. I have some business at the Ministry this afternoon. My assistant has me booked solid, but I think I can manage a few minutes around two this afternoon if that works for you."
"That will be fine."
"Excellent. Then I'll see you on the fourth floor, near the International offices. Not sure which conference room we'll be in, but you should be able to find us."
Harry thanked him and then cut off the floo connection. He was now a couple of minutes late to class, but his status as Lord Potter would excuse him without even using Founders' rights. He wished the headmaster a good day and rushed out of the office to class.
In between classes that morning, Harry mentally filled Hermione in on the meeting and she was as excited as he was about most everything, although the broom ride was an exception as he knew it would be. After lunch they studied for a while and then she headed off to Herbology while he put on his house robes and made his way back to the headmaster's office to floo to the Ministry.
As he hiked up to the office once again, Harry contemplated having the floo in their apartment connected to the network. He could have it done within Founders' rights, but wondered if it really was necessary or if he was just being lazy. He set the thought aside when he reached the office and found it empty. He grabbed some powder and quickly floo'd to the Ministry atrium. Once there, he made his way to the fourth floor. A secretary at the front of the office seemed a bit put out until he mentioned who he was. Then she quickly complied and directed him to the conference room where Monsieur Delacour was meeting. Harry waited for a couple of minutes until people began filing out of the room. When Jean-Louis stepped out, he greeted Harry enthusiastically.
"Lord Potter! Perfect timing! Come, let's go back in here and talk before I'm off to my next destination."
They stepped into the room and Harry immediately put up several strong privacy wards. Realizing the serious nature of their discussion, Jean-Louis added a couple of his own as well. Once the room was heavily warded, Harry briefed him on the plans and handed him the portkey for the stone transport. The Frenchman grew contemplative as he tucked the portkey into his robes.
"Alright, well I'm glad things are moving along. The Russians are ready to get this rock out of their way. I'm a bit worried about sending it to Finland. The Fins and Russians have a tense history and I'm concerned about what the Tuimisto will say when they realize the rock is radioactive. It's well shielded in special lead boxes, but they'll want to open them for inspection. I suppose I should go along and ensure it gets handled and stored properly. Not to worry, I have a couple of contacts up that way. I'll make it work. I know how important this is."
"I'm sorry for the additional trouble for you though."
"Again, no worries. Trouble is relative when we consider what this rock is for. No, minor diplomatic squabbles and business haggling can wait, I'll give this top priority. This portkey isn't timed, so I can activate it whenever. I think I'll try to head to Russia tomorrow. The boxes can be shrunk somewhat, although they're limited due to their density. I'll bundle them and then send myself along with them when I activate the portkey. I hope there's enough rock. It won't be easy getting more."
"I think there will be. Charlie said the Finnish dragons are smaller and more efficient in their flaming. They're also more magical and I hope that will make us successful."
Jean-Louis nodded and then had to leave for his next meeting. They dissolved the wards on the room and Harry followed him out. They went separate directions then and Harry headed back to school.
When Harry returned to school, the headmaster was in and Harry confirmed that details were set for the weekend, provided there were no issues with the Finnish authorities. Then he reached out for Hermione's mind and she confirmed that she and their friends were in the library. He made his way to his love, switching his focus from destroying dark artifacts to basic school studies.
The next couple of hours were spent wrapping up some homework assignments. With OWLs approaching, the library was busier than usual, with a disproportionate number of fifth years. One table away from the Potters and their allies, Draco held court with his goons and a few others staking their piece of territory. While Draco appeared to be studying mostly, Harry couldn't miss the glares that were shot his way and the looks that slid over to Blaise. He knew his friend was in private quarters, despite still being officially Slytherin and Harry felt for him. Blaise was basically without a house. As dinner approached and they started to pack up, Harry made his way around the table while rubbing his signet and then clapped Blaise on the shoulder while shooting a look at Draco and letting the house magic flow to remind the Slytherins of whose protection Blaise was under. Thankfully, Draco limited his actions to the usual sneering and the group of friends made their way to dinner unimpeded.
After dinner, everyone was splitting up to go to their separate common rooms, but as Blaise took a turn toward the dungeons, Harry noticed Theo Nott lounging a bit too casually against a wall. A quick look at Ron and the two Gryffindors placed themselves at Blaise's sides. Harry smiled gratefully at Ron, who had made strides and grown friendly with Blaise. They were just stepping off the lowest stairs when Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle appeared in front of them and Draco took the lead as always.
"Hey No Name! How long are you going to persist in hanging around where you aren't wanted? You're making the whole dungeon reek with cowardice."
Blaise was about to step forward, but Harry held his hand up as he stepped forward instead. Blaise had sworn an oath of fealty to his house and Harry knew what his traditional responsibilities were.
"Scion Malfoy, your attitude is uncalled for. I shouldn't have to remind you that Blaise is under House Potter protection."
"Really? And you think that you and two blood traitors can take on three true purebloods?"
"No, I don't think so. The laws are clear. This is not a matter for our vassals. I assume Crabbe and Goyle swore fealty to you since they seem to hang onto you wherever you go. If you insist on pursuing this, it will be done properly under the ancient laws, between the lords of our two houses. Unless you want to take your father's place against me as Scion Malfoy?"
Harry! You know you're provoking him. We're on our way! Damn, we should have gone with you and Ron.
Yes Hermione, I know what I'm doing and I think it's overdue.
Harry cut off his mental dialogue with Hermione as Draco replied.
"Fine! By the old laws, let's get this over with. And my father has better things to do than teach you a lesson. I will represent House Malfoy as its scion."
"Very well, I, Lord Harry James Potter, do hereby declare a duel for house honor for the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter against the Ancient and Noble House of Malfoy for the reason of threats against my vassal. Name your time and place."
Draco sneered and made a rude noise.
"Let's not waste time. I've been wanting to teach you a lesson. Just because you bested that fat old slug from the Ministry, you think you can rule over everyone. Time is now and we have plenty of space right here."
"Very well. Ronald Bilius Weasley, as a son of a Lesser House, will you bear fair witness?"
Ron nodded, choked and then managed a response.
"Um..yeah…sure Har…Lord Potter."
"Blaise, please mark our dueling area."
"Alright, but I wish you didn't have to do this my lord."
"This is the duty I accepted along with your oath."
Blaise nodded and stepped around Harry. He raised his wand and circled around himself while casting a simple marking spell. A ring of blue appeared on the floor. Blaise then stepped out and Harry and Draco stepped in. There was no bowing as Blaise counted down and the duel began.
Harry and Draco both cast their first spells simultaneously. Harry started with a simple cutting spell, while Draco cast a full power reducto. Both darted out of the way of the first spells while also bringing up shields. Harry used the stronger protectum maximo shield that Tonks had taught him and it held through the next couple of spells as he cast a series of spell chains. Draco's shield went down quick, but he continued to dance out of the way. Harry had to admit that he wasn't half bad and had obviously trained. At one point, Harry circled and saw that the rest of his friends, as well as a number of other students had arrived. He cast a series of spells in a usual pattern, making sure that Draco saw what he was doing. Sure enough, the next disarming and stun barrage he sent was anticipated as Draco darted left out of the way. What he didn't anticipate was a third spell aimed the opposite direction directly at the spot he had fled to. Harry was tired of games and cast a moderate cutting spell that caught Draco's wand hand, causing him to drop his weapon. Harry then knocked Draco to the floor with a bludgeoning hex. He stepped over to Draco, who was whimpering and holding his bleeding hand as he looked up at Harry. By the old laws, Harry could now claim his life as victor of the duel. He placed his wand to Draco's brow and shook his head as he pulled his wand back.
"Draco Malfoy, I hereby claim victory and grant you your life. My price is your…"
Whatever else Harry was about to say was cut off by his bloodcurdling scream as a cutting curse opened his back up from his right shoulder to his left hip. Harry doubled over, just managing to stay upright. He wasn't sure what had hit him, but the other observers were. Blaise had seen Theo Nott push through the crowd, but the older boy had been too fast as he pushed an arm between two other bystanders and cast the curse. Blaise was on him immediately after, as was Ron, Neville and Ernie Macmillan. A number of curses hit Theo as he collapsed in pain of his own as several younger girls screamed. The entire event lasted no more than twenty seconds as Theo was held at wand point writhing in pain while Hermione ran to Harry, pleading with him mentally to hold on, while at the same time trying to block the pain that she felt through their connection. Colin Creevy was the first to react, tossing his camera to a friend and running off to find a professor. Two flights of stairs later, he found a number of the professors leaving the staff lounge after a brief meeting. Madam Pomfrey was there as well and everyone quickly followed Colin back to the dungeons, only half understanding the out of breath young man.
Once they arrived back in the dungeons, Madam Pomfrey went to Harry immediately while Professor McGonagall took control of the crowd to find out what was going on. Harry was evacuated to the hospital wing while Theo Nott was bound and sent along a few minutes later after McGonagall found out what he had done. Draco was sent along as well, but was actually the least injured. Gradually control was regained and everyone was sent back to their common rooms while McGonagall met Dumbledore, Madam Pomfrey and Professor Snape at the hospital wing. Hermione stayed by Harry's side, although McGonagall had refused to allow any of their friends to crowd the hospital. When she and Dumbledore arrived in the wing, Hermione's focus shifted off Harry for the first time.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, there you are! I assume you have been told what happened?"
"Yes Mrs. Potter, and you can be assured that I will be dealing with the students responsible most harshly."
"Well, Draco's actions were his usual and technically not against the law since he followed the rules of the duel, but Mr. Nott's actions were criminal. I would expect that the DMLE will be called."
"Now Mrs. Potter, I don't think the boy's actions call for such drastic measures. This is a school matter."
Hermione bristled and leveled a look of derision at the headmaster.
"No, I don't think it is a school matter. The scion of House Nott has just attempted the assassination of the lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. Scion Nott is fifteen and has yet to reach his legal majority, but by the law he is of age to take the title of scion and begin his formal training for his future role as a lord. As such, he also assumes the responsibilities of adulthood. He may not yet be able to take his father's seat in the Wizengamot, but he will answer for his crime. Now, I must insist that you call the DMLE immediately. I am asking this as Lady Potter, in my husband's stead as the head of our house due to his medical incapacitation. NOW."
The headmaster grimaced, but nodded at Hermione and left the hospital wing. Hermione turned back to Harry immediately and thus missed the small smirk from her head of house.
Madam Pomfrey worked on Harry for nearly an hour, carefully using a variety of spell work and potions to close up the gash in Harry's back, layer by layer. Thankfully, one of the first potions was a heavy pain potion that made him nearly unconscious while she worked. When she finished, the evidence of the vicious attack was reduced to a wide, vivid pink line across his back. With nothing else to do, he was left to rest and Hermione made it obvious what her plan was as she laid down and folded herself around him, glaring at the healer and daring her to object.
Almost halfway through Harry's treatment, Tonks and two other Aurors arrived. She came over to Harry's bed, while the other's followed McGonagall's summons to where she stood guard between the two Slytherins. Tonks looked down at the injury and hissed as her hair changed to an angry red.
"Madam, how is he? Will he make it?"
"Aye, he will be fine. I got to him immediately after. He has lost a lot of blood though. I don't have time to talk, but I can assure you this had the potential to be a fatal blow."
Tonks nodded and squeezed Hermione's arm. That was all she needed to hear as she turned back to the other beds. She needed direct testimonies immediately and McGonagall went to get Ron, as well as Blaise. Fifteen minutes later, the two young men stood outside the hospital wing while the Aurors took their formal testimonies, as well as memory strands. The case was straightforward. Malfoy's behavior was loathsome, but not illegal. Nott was another matter. They let the boys return to their dorms and went back in the hospital wing to wait.
When Madam Pomfrey finished with Harry, she dealt with Draco quickly, sealing the cut across his hand, and sent him back to rest in his own dorm. She didn't say anything, but normally she might have kept a student close for a night of observation, but she didn't want him in the wing with Harry. Then she turned to Nott and began to treat him for the abrasions, contusions, and boils that had been inflicted by various curses. He too could have used a bit of watching, but the Aurors assured her they would put in him in an infirmary cell at the Ministry. He protested when he heard that, yelling loudly.
"You can't put me in a cell! I'm Scion Nott, of the House of Nott. My father sits on the Wizengamot. You're all going…"
Whatever else he was going to say was cut off by Tonks' silencing charm.
"Yes, Scion Nott, I am well aware of who you are. And your father will be informed shortly of your location and pending charges of attempted murder and line murder for your despicable attack on Lord Potter."
The young man struggled a bit as the Aurors pulled him off the bed, only to be petrified and then transported away via a special Aurors' portkey. An hour later, Lord Nott received a late night floo call shortly before he went to bed, informing him of his heir's actions and incarceration.
The next morning Harry woke and smiled at Hermione, who was sitting at the side of his bed. His back ached a bit, but felt much better than his last memory from the night before. He tried to speak audibly, but found his voice hoarse from disuse, as well as still feeling quite tired, and decided to opt for the easier mind speech.
Morning love. Have you been here all night? Did you sleep?
Of course I've been here. I curled up with you for a few hours. How are you feeling, much pain?
Not bad, more of an ache. I've felt worse.
Hermione scowled at the underlying tone of what those words meant. Her dark thoughts were cut off by questions.
So what ended up happening last night with Malfoy and who hit me with what? All I remember is searing pain in my back and then everything is a blur.
It was Nott. He hit you with a cutting spell from behind when you were giving Malfoy his terms of surrender. He's been remanded to the DMLE. Dumbledore tried his usual forgiveness tact, but I refused and insisted. He made a fuss when they took him out of here. Madam Pomfrey had to heal him for a range of curses that different people hit him with. Malfoy was hurt the least and was sent back to his dorm. Technically he is despicable, but didn't commit a crime, so it's a school discipline matter.
Did I ever finish my terms of surrender? How bad am I hurt? Madam Pomfrey doesn't just have me dosed up good does she?
No, you never finished with Malfoy, so you still need to make that clear. You lost a lot of blood and the cut was quite deep, but she closed it up by layers. If we apply a salve regularly and you take it easy, the scar should be minimal. What were you going to give Malfoy as his terms?
Same as what I gave Umbridge. I want him to leave Hogwarts permanently.
Hermione took that in and pondered for a moment, starting to worry at her lip as diagrams of repercussions to that action flowed through her head. Harry looked at her with a bit of concern.
What Hermione? He deserves it.
Yes, I know he does. The problem is what happens to him if he isn't here? Does he go home and grovel at the Dark Lord's feet with his father? Or maybe he gets sent overseas to one of the schools that trains in the use of the Dark Arts? As much as I want to see him gone, I wonder if it may be better to keep him where we can see him.
Harry frowned and contemplated those thoughts. He hated to admit it, but Hermione had a point. Not that he was surprised. He sighed and nodded his head.
Alright, I suppose that makes sense. I hate it though. So what should I give him as terms? He should be thanking me for granting his life.
I've been thinking on this. Draco has some power as scion of House Malfoy, although not the same as his father. Still, if he makes an oath, all members of the house have to abide by it. It's part of the oath and ceremony when an heir reaches fifteen and officially becomes scion. And we know he has done so since he bragged about it so much. I think you need to demand an oath from House Malfoy that will ban them from assisting the Dark Lord in any way. The wording will need to be precise. I can work on that.
Hmm, that sounds good. Add in not opposing House Potter or its allies as well. A combined oath. I like the idea. The old man will be furious if Draco accepts it. What if he doesn't?
That's the hard part. If you offer this and he refuses, then you have to maintain House Potter's honor and kill him as the duel called for. I know its barbaric, but that's the old law.
Harry's thoughts raged for a minute, conflicted. He hated Malfoy with a passion, but he didn't want to be forced to kill him. Still, he knew that house honor was of utmost importance, especially in the current political climate. Hermione reached and took his hand and he accepted the quiet comfort she offered as his thoughts calmed.
Alright, draft the oath please. I will deliver it in the Great Hall at dinner tonight. I want it witnessed. Now I just need to get Madam Pomfrey to let me out of here.
The healer seemed to sense the need for her presence as she suddenly appeared at the end of Harry's bed and began to cast diagnostic charms over him. When she finished, she nodded slightly.
"Well Lord Potter, you are healing well. Still, you need to rest and continue taking two potions to make sure my mending holds. Your body still needs to finish the work I began."
"Thanks for taking care of me, but can I go soon?"
"I am hesitant, but if Lady Potter agrees to watch you and keep you on a strict schedule of rest today, then I'll agree. You can start classes tomorrow, although if you tire, you are to return to your apartment and rest immediately. I know you have house business that calls you away on occasion. I have to ask that you stay at Hogwarts for a week to allow yourself a chance to rest. I don't recall the Wizengamot being scheduled to meet anytime soon."
"Actually, I have house business that will call me away this weekend. It is non-negotiable."
"Be that as it may, I have to insist that you negotiate your schedule. I will get the headmaster to enforce this if I must. Even lords who are students are under his purview."
Harry bristled at the firm tone the healer gave him. He appreciated all that she had done for him, but she had no idea just how important the trip to Finland was.
Maybe we should reschedule Harry. The travel to Helsinki won't be the problem, but the broom ride into the mountains will be tiring.
No. I will not allow those pieces of Voldemort's soul to exist any longer than necessary.
But Harry…
Hermione, you are my heart and I am happy to compromise on most things. This is one of the few I will not. Even if I need more medical help after, it will be worth it. I will rest for the next few days, but I am going to Finland and would like you by my side.
Hermione bristled at his insinuation that she would object and try to stay behind. She felt a firmness in her soul mate that was unusual.
Fine, I still object, but I can tell you are set. Just remember that when you hurt, I hurt.
Harry sighed. He hated to hurt her, but this mission was too important. Now he just had to make the angry looking healer realize the same. He decided a bit of honesty was needed.
Hermione, I am taking it easy from this point forward. Can you please seal the hospital wing and put of privacy wards.
Hermione nodded and began to do as he requested. Madam Pomfrey turned to look at her with shock, but Harry said nothing until the wards were in place. Once they were, Harry began to explain.
"Madam Pomfrey, I truly do appreciate all of your efforts on my behalf. I wouldn't risk my health and hurting my soul mate if the reason was not of the greatest importance. I cannot give you all the details, but my allies and I have been working for months on a mission that will culminate this weekend and will be critical to Voldemort's final defeat. As for the headmaster, he is aware. You may want to have him stop me, but I will exert Founders' rights if needed. If I wished, I could take down the anti-apparition wards in this room and leave here immediately."
The healer looked at her young patient with a bit of shock, never having realized what the Founders' rights fully encompassed. If what he said about his mission was true, she could understand somewhat, although it still rankled.
"Alright Lord Potter. I suppose I cannot object. I'd like to offer a compromise. You have three days until the weekend. I was willing to let you attend class, but perhaps Lady Potter can attend and take notes for you. Of course, with your bond that may not be necessary. I will feel better knowing you have rested completely the full time before you have to leave. I will also send some potions with you."
Harry nodded and accepted her compromise. He didn't like the idea of being cooped up for the next few days, but it made sense. With that agreement made, Madam Pomfrey turned to Hermione and began to explain the potions and salve that he would need to use. Once they finished, Hermione dissolved the wards and then called for Dobby.
I can walk.
And every step saved is a step toward your healing.
Harry suppressed a grumble and nodded as he slowly got out of bed and allowed the unusually subdued elf to gingerly take his hand as he apparated them back to their apartment. Once they were in the apartment, Hermione settled Harry on the couch with a pile of pillows behind him while Dobby went to get them breakfast. After they ate, Hermione left for class while Harry reclined carefully on the sofa with a book. He was under strict orders to call Dobby if he needed anything. He hated being fussed over, but Harry had to admit that he was quite sore and more tired than he wanted to acknowledge.
After the first couple of classes of the day, Hermione returned with their friends. Harry had dozed off, but woke, happy to see everyone. They were all concerned about him, with Blaise especially seeming troubled.
"Harry, I'm sorry about all this mess. If it wasn't for me, you would have never had to accept that duel."
"Stop Blaise. When I accepted your oath, I knew the responsibility I was accepting. I'll admit to being new to the duties of being a lord, but I've been studying and knew what the oath entailed. Anyway, my confrontation with Draco would have happened eventually anyway. I'm still worried for you though. Even with private quarters, I don't like the idea of you staying in the dungeons. Isn't there a better alternative?"
"There is one possibility. When I returned from break after I was disowned and met with the headmaster, he gave me the option to be re-sorted. I wasn't ready to accept that at the time, so that's when he decided on the private quarters. Honestly, I was hoping the fuss would die down and I could rejoin the house. I do have a couple of friends there. Now though I've been thinking that it may be the better option. My friends are having a hard time watching themselves while trying to remain friendly with me. I know now that I'll never be Slytherin again and I honestly don't think I want to now."
"Well, the choice is yours. I would feel better for you. Now, Hermione and I need to talk to you all about our plans for this weekend…"
The rest of the time before lunch was spent discussing the plans for the weekend, as well as Harry's ultimatum to Draco at dinner. Several of their friends were worried about Harry, but could tell he was determined to continue. Once lunch arrived, Dobby served all of the friends a platter of sandwiches and they ate in private before everyone except Harry had to leave for afternoon classes. Before she left, Hermione insisted on moving him to the bed and giving him a small bit of pain potion to help him rest.
The potion worked well and Harry didn't wake until shortly after four when Hermione returned. She helped him move to the couch and they carefully drafted the text of the oath that Draco was to read. It took over an hour, leaving only a short bit of time for study before dinner.
As the dinner hour approached, Harry carefully pulled on his House Potter robes and then slowly proceeded with Hermione to the Great Hall. It was the first time anyone had seen him since the duel and several people stopped him along the way to check on him. Eventually they reached hall and Harry gratefully settled into his usual seat as they waited for the hall to fill.
A few minutes later the last arrivals seemed to be done and the food was just appearing on the tables when Harry stood up and used all his willpower to stalk confidently toward where Draco was sitting. He had heard through his friends that Draco had been given a month of detentions with Filch, as well as earning a hundred point deduction for Slytherin in house points, but Scion Malfoy had more that was due to him. As Harry crossed to the Slytherin table, he rubbed his signet and let the house magic roll. As he neared the table, he cast a sonorous charm so that he could be heard by all. When he stood behind Draco, he was met with sneers from most of Slytherin as he spoke.
"Scion Malfoy, we have unfinished business."
"Really? Come to gloat Potter? See me after dinner."
"That is Lord Potter to you! You accepted my duel, which I fairly won. Your life is mine, unless I choose otherwise. My verdict was never finished due to the traitorous actions of Scion Nott. Now, rise and hear my verdict or accept your death!"
Draco blanched for a brief moment and then carefully replaced his haughty sneer as he turned and stood. He gave Harry a bare nod and then proceeded to yawn and look bored.
"It is unfortunate that you haven't been schooled to realize the importance of what is happening Scion Malfoy. You are scion to House Malfoy, are you not?"
"Of course! My father saw to that on my birthday. It is what I was born to."
"Strange. I would have thought your education on your responsibilities as scion would have been better. Anyway, as scion, you speak for House Malfoy. The duel we fought was a duel between houses. Your life is mine unless I say otherwise."
Harry now leveled his wand at Draco's head as professors began to converge. When Draco reached for his own wand, Harry yanked it away with his other hand and tossed it to the side.
"Scion Malfoy, the verdict I was in the process of granting after you lost our duel is now no longer postponed. I ask an oath that I have prepared. Take the oath for your house or forfeit your life."
"Lord Potter, this is really a bit overdone for a simple schoolboy's duel…"
Harry didn't look to where Dumbledore stood, trying to intervene.
"Albus Dumbledore, this is not a school matter. You should know the penalties to interfering in the business of a Most Ancient and Noble House. Please desist. Now, Scion Malfoy, what will it be, oath or death?"
Dumbledore seemed at a loss for words for once. He wanted to intervene, but doing so would be disastrous for one if not all of his esteemed positions. He was left to watch with everyone else as Draco looked both scared and angry as he stared at Harry.
"Decide now Scion Malfoy!"
"Fine! The oath of course. What do you want, the usual? An oath of compliance?"
"No, not the usual. By the ancient laws, the choice of oath is mine and I don't feel that any of the ancient oaths fit the situation. I have an oath of my own choosing written on this parchment. My lady will return your wand and you will recite the oath precisely as it is written."
Hermione had risen from the table not long after Harry and retrieved Malfoy's wand. She returned it, but made sure that he saw her own wand in hand and ready to react if he tried anything. Draco took his wand and the parchment, reading it over quickly. All the color drained from his face as he read and shook his head.
"I can't swear this!"
"Then you forfeit your life."
"No, wait! This oath isn't just for me, it's for House Malfoy."
"Of course it is. You took the responsibility of your house when you became scion. Now, dinner is getting cold and I am tired with your stalling. Oath or not?"
Draco shuddered and held his wand high as his trembling voice began to read from the parchment that Harry had memorized. As Draco began, his wand glowed to acknowledge the magical oath.
"I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, Scion of the Ancient and Noble House of Malfoy, do hereby pledge on my life and magic this oath to Lord Harry James Potter. This oath is given in exchange for my life, forfeit upon Lord Potter's defeat of myself in magical duel. I hereby pledge that no one of House Malfoy will from this point forward unto seven generations support anyone practicing necromancy or black magic, nor will anyone of House Malfoy support any dark lord. Specifically, I pledge that no one of House Malfoy will sup…port Lord…"
Draco's voice trailed off and Harry shook his head.
"Louder Scion Malfoy! Back to the beginning of that sentence."
Draco shuddered and continued.
"…Specifically, I pledge that no one of House Malfoy will support Lord Voldemort in any manner, by word, deed, account or intent. This oath hereby voids all previous oaths, per the laws of the Ancient and Noble Houses of wizardkind. Additionally, House Malfoy will in no way oppose the interests of House Potter or it's allies in any manner, by word, deed, account, or intent unto seven generations beginning from this point forth. Violation of any part of this oath will see the forfeit of the entirety of the value of House Malfoy to House Potter. So say I, Scion Draco Lucius Malfoy. So mote it be."
Draco had grown quieter through the second half of the oath, but the Slytherin table and a few nearby at the Ravenclaw table still heard him, as well as the headmaster and the professors nearby. When he finished, Draco's wand flashed to indicate the magic had taken hold. Then the young scion proceeded to faint. Satisfied and tired, Harry turned, swishing his robes across Draco's inert form, as he took Hermione's hand and returned to his seat. Behind them, Madam Pomfrey was attending to Draco while Snape and Dumbledore watched. The other professors returned to their seats and gradually the noise in the hall grew as everyone talked about what they had just witnessed. Harry and Hermione remained quiet though, eating and only answering the occasional question from those around them.
Once dinner was finished, Hermione looked around and gestured to all their friends. Everyone gathered around the Potters and returned with them to their apartment to study. Hermione had taken careful notes as usual and Harry knew he had a lot of work to catch up on already from just one day of missed classes, but his injury and the events of the evening had tired him and he lasted barely an hour before excusing himself to bed.