Chapter 25: The Sound of Goblin Laughter Harry left the meeting with Lord Peter, Sirius and Remus. When they stepped out the door Arthur and Molly were waiting for them. "Harry is emancipated," Sirius said with a sad look in his eyes. "Emancipated!" Molly screeched. "Of all the idiotic ideas! Harry James Potter! You aren't old enough to make adult decisions, you're just a child!" Harry sighed, as he side stepped Molly's move to smother him in an embrace. "I'm sorry Mrs. Weasley, but the Ministry and Professor Dumbledore don't agree with you." "What do you mean, Harry?" Arthur asked as he tried in vain to calm his hysterical wife. Harry shrugged. "I don't know all the legal terms, but last year both the Ministry and Professor Dumbledore agreed that I was adult enough to participate in the Tri­wizard tournament, and old enough to be tried as an adult for underage magic. Therefore I must be an adult, right sir?" Harry looked up at Lord Peter. "That is correct, Lord Potter," the barrister smiled. "Come this way please. There are papers that need to be signed. The goblins should have your family rings ready." Lord Peter ushered his three companions ahead of him with a slight bow, leaving the Weasleys trailing in their wake. "Harry?" Sirius was heard to query fretfully, " What else do we need to do here?" Remus just pushed him in the direction indicated as the four men walked down another hallway. "Come along Sirius," Harry said with a patient smile. "I'll explain things to you." He sighed in frustration as Molly dragged Arthur along behind them. "Harry, my boy," a commanding voice grated. "Oh Merlin, let's get out of here," Harry groaned as the headmaster bore down on everyone. "Go, Harry," Remus said. "I'll keep him busy but you owe me." Lord Peter, Harry with Sirius and the Weasleys following slipped into Ragnok's office. Molly was still huffing about how Harry shouldn't have to deal with adult affairs. In her opinion, he was way too young. After everyone was comfortably seated in Director Ragnok's office, the goblin pulled out two antique wooden boxes. "I have your rings Lord Potter. Here is the Potter Lordship ring," he said, holding out one of the carved boxes. "And the Gryffindor ring. Go ahead and put them on one at a time. Wait until the first adjusts to your finger, then put on the other." "Harry, think about what you are doing!" Molly beseeched. "Madam, you are here as a courtesy. Please remain quiet," Ragnok said, harshly. "My wife meant no disrespect, sir," Arthur said, placing a hand on her shoulder to keep her quiet. Harry placed each ring on, one at a time, allowing the rings to magically mold themselves to his finger. The family magics accepted Harry as their own. As one, they in the room stood and bowed, just as Remus walked in along with Albus Dumbledore. "Sorry, I'm late but the Headmaster couldn't take no for an answer, again," Remus shrugged, stepping up to Harry. "I see the rings accepted you, Harry. Welcome Lord PotterGryffindor." "Harry, my boy," Albus Dumbledore said, with his grandfatherly disappointed frown. "Do you know what you have done?" "Yes sir, I do," Harry said. "And it's Lord Potter to you from now on. I took the first steps away from your careless neglect. You are not god, headmaster. You don't know everything." "Harry! That's no way to speak to the headmaster," Molly chided. Turning to Lord Peter, and ignoring Molly, Harry said. "Let's go, sir. I am done here for now. Thank you Ragnok." Harry gave the goblin a slight bow. "Wait for me!" Sirius said, jumping in, taking hold of Harry's robe. "Wait!" Albus said, reaching out only to be blocked by Remus as the port­key activated before anyone else could grab hold of Harry. The three landed in Lord Peter's office. Sirius, after getting his laughter under control, said. "Alright, Harry, spill! I think I've been patient enough." "Have a seat, Lord Black," Lord Peter offered. "Lord Harry and I have quite a tale to tell you." "First order of business," Harry said pulling out a walkman. "Sirius, you need to hear this. This was recorded a few days before the Leaving Feast when everyone was so concerned about where I was going to spend the Christmas hols. Remember, Dumbledore sometime last fall mentioned closing the school to upgrade the wards. Well, just listen." "Albus?" came McGonagall's voice from the walkman. "Come in, my dear." The sounds of someone sitting and tea pouring were in the background as the two talked. "So has Harry mentioned were he was going for this holiday with the school closing?" Albus asked casually. "Sirius has invited him to spend the holiday with him." "He can't! Harry must return to his relatives. He will be safer there." "I'm afraid Albus since Sirius is his godfather, he has every right to host him for the hols." "I fear that Mr. Black just isn't stable enough yet to handle Harry's safety. No, Harry must go to the Dursleys."  War Thunder 150 missions en solo et multi, 250 chars & 450 avions Browse Just In Community Forum Betas Story Search Books (/book/)  Harry Potter (/book/Harry­Potter/)  +  ­     Minerva sighed. "I'm afraid you have no say in this Albus. Besides, with the ward updating, he can't stay here." "Sirius will do what he is told," Albus stated firmly. "However, I will just reschedule the wards. Harry can not be allowed to go with someone as unstable as Mr. Black." The sound of someone choking on their tea was clearly heard. "Albus! You can't be serious! We need those wards adjusted! You can't sacrifice the safety of all our students for the sake of one." "It is for the Greater Good, my dear." Sirius started to growl. Harry sighed as he shut off the walkman. "I'm sorry Sirius, but as you heard, he's willing to sacrifice everyone, even you, to control me." "What the hell more has he done to you and me?" Sirius snarled. Harry put the walkman away as Lord Peter called for tea and sandwiches to be served. Harry began his tale. He and Lord Peter had discussed how much they were going to tell Sirius and had come to the conclusion that they didn't want Sirius to know all his secrets just yet. There were some things that he really didn't trust his godfather with, such as Harry's identity as Oliver Twist. That must remain a secret for now. Although Harry was sure the old marauder would enjoy the irony. However, he was able to tell Sirius how he got around Dumbledore's little information blackout by using Dobby and the little magically charmed walkman. He also told him how he found out, through the goblins, that Lord Peter had been the Potter's family barrister for decades and things snowballed from there. "But why didn't you trust me with all this?" Sirius asked, a little heart­broken. Harry sighed, running his hand through his hair and shaking his head. "Sirius, I love you, but you weren't there when I needed you. You and Remus are the last links to my parents but you have never put me first. How could I trust you? Dumbledore keeps you close to heel, and you have the tendency to blab to him about things better left unsaid. Like today, you should've just told him your business was personal and left. I just couldn't the chance. " Sirius hung his head. "When your parents died, I tried to get to you but Hagrid had orders and wouldn't let me have you. I never dreamed he would take you to Petunia. I went crazy. Instead of staying with you, I went after the rat. I am so sorry." Harry hugged the man. "Sirius, I could forgive you that. You weren't thinking clearly, but after you escaped you still didn't put me first . . ." Sirius jerked back. "Never, never say that!" he snarled. Then the fight went out of him as he continued. "But you're right. I haven't been a good godfather." Harry hung his head, with tears in his eyes. "And you always allow Dumbledore to control me. He snaps his fingers and you jump to do his bidding. Just like he did this Christmas. What happened to our plans of a family Christmas?" Sirius opened his mouth, then closed it. Closing his eyes, he sighed and gave a nod. "Lord Harry," Lord Peter interjected, breaking the tension. "Director Ragnok has requested that you and I return to Gringotts this afternoon for another meeting." 0o0o0o0 Amelia Bones was enjoying a bit of brandy with Gretta Marchbanks. Both witches were celebrating putting one over on the old windbag. "Here's to a successful maneuver," Gretta said, holding up her brandy. "Here's to getting one over on the old fart," Amelia said, holding up her glass. A moment of silence fell as Amelia looked over the Potter files. "I just can't believe Albus bungled one of his plans this badly." "Let's face it, Amelia. The man is getting senile." Neither witch noticed a small beetle slipping out under the crack in the door. She had her scoop! It wasn't the one she wanted, but it'll do for now. 0o0o0o0 "The child is coming today then?" The cloaked and hooded goblin female queried softly. "Yes, Wise One, he is due at any moment," Ragnok answered in a respectful manner. "Good. I will explain to him the simple ritual words he must speak." She was silent then, seeming to withdraw into her thoughts. Ragnok stood and with a deep bow, he left the room. 0o0o0o0 "Lord Harry, now that you are a free adult, I have someone I need you to speak with?" Ragnok asked, ushering the young Lord and his barrister deeper into the halls of Gringotts. "Director Ragnok, is this necessary?" Lord Peter sighed. "Harry's time is limited and we had thought to celebrate a bit . . ." "You may have even more reason to celebrate if you will follow me. This goblin has followed our investigation with great interest. This is one of high prestige and to deny her request would bring great insult to the clans." The Goblin leader's feral grin told them he had been up to something. Ragnok lead them to a pair of high doors with a squad of heavily armed goblins standing guard. Both wizards paused as Ragnok shouted something in gobbledegook. Jumping to attention, the guards moved away from the doors allowing the trio to enter. Their footsteps echoed off the stone walls. The only light came from torches lining the walls of the room before them. They saw a small cloaked figure sitting in a chair on a slightly raised dais. Ragnok bowed deeply and addressed the figure with the utmost respect. Confused and a bit overwhelmed, Lord Peter and Harry decided that it would be prudent to follow his example and bow. "Lord Harry Potter­Gryffindor, Lord Peter Fletchly­Addams, it is my honor to present you to the Goblin Nation's Keeper of Knowledge," Ragnok said solemnly. The pride and awe in his raspy voice told them that this small being was to be treated with absolute respect. "She has come to aid you with knowledge long forgotten by wizard kind." "L..Lady, I welcome any aid that is offered, to help me in my quest against Voldemort," Harry said as he came up from his bow. Confusion clearly etched in his young green eyes. "Well said, wizard child," the hooded figure chuckled softly. "Your need is great, Director Ragnok has told me much about you and what it is you face. I was also told that you carry within you a piece of Voldemort's soul from his first life. Is this true?" "I . . ." Harry looked at Lord Peter in confusion. "HUH?" "Yes, my lady." Lord Peter looked at Harry with an apologetic nod. "He does indeed carry such a piece, but we had waited to tell him of it until he was free to decide for himself what he wished to do about it. As you know, it will be quite dangerous to remove it." The Keeper nodded. "Yes, normally it would be so, but there are ways it can be done with far less danger." Concern colored her voice as she continued. "Wizards have all but forgotten the ritual of Renunciation, it is much more all­encompassing than the simple Disowning Ritual used by them today." She paused briefly, as if contemplating, then continued, "I saw the memory given of the ritual used to bring the Evil One back. He was a fool to use it! Bone of the father, flesh of the servant, blood of the enemy...the absolute fool!" She huffed in scorn. "Do you realize the bone he used was a muggle's? Where is the magic in a muggle?" she snorted in disgust. "Do you realize the wizard who gave his flesh was not the servant spoken of in the old Magick? The servant required of this ritual is a house elf, for they are magic. They have no core like a wizard, in order to create a core in a resurrected wizard, the magic must come from a being of magic." A sharp gasp of intake air echoed as Harry stiffened in dawning realization of what she was saying. "And as for your blood, when he used it in his fouled ritual, he in effect committed the worst offense against the old Magick," she snorted in disgust. "Line theft, and against the head of Ancient and Noble houses, no less! I tell you now, the old Magick is not pleased." Harry's face paled as he started to tremble. The flickering flames that dotted the room flared wildly around them. Lord Peter placed a hand on the lad's shoulder to calm him. "You, Harry James Potter," she spoke with authority, "must now reclaim the family magics he stole from you." She stood, lowering her hood. Her aged goblin face made harsh by the flickering torch light. "This would include the line of Slytherin. A line granted you by Magick itself through the Right of Conquest, for you have indeed defeated him several times." Her sightless eyes held them in thrall as she pointed a bony finger at Harry and demanded, "Claim the Magick and the ring of the Slytherin! Take your place as the last of that magical line. You are not the blood heir, but his magical heir by Right of Conquest! You are the last of that line and all Slytherin magic, past, present, and future, is yours to keep, to use, to bequeath, to deny, and to undo – as you see fit." The silence was total until Ragnok's deep, booming laughter filled the room. 0o0o0o0

Chapter 24: A Precedent Is Set Since Oliver's post came out that morning, the headmaster had been fielding questions about Tom, how Oliver got hold of that information, and why it hadn't been made known before. Harry was grilled for about an hour in Dumbledore's office, then their attention was turned elsewhere. Yes, he and his friends had never been that quiet about discussing Tom and his merry band of miscreants. Harry repeatedly, and in public areas of Hogwarts, told anyone who would listen his views on the upcoming war. After all, since he had been labeled by the ministry as an attention­seeking prat, why not use it? Most had, over time, shrugged Harry's comments off. Since he had plans with Sirius and Remus that afternoon, Harry was able to sneak away from the Order meeting before Molly could issue an invitation to the Burrow. He was able to plead the need to use the library to get a start on his homework. The Order members remained in the Headmaster's Office rehashing over the articles and the identity of Oliver Twist, not realizing that he'd just left the office. Unknown to all, Dobby had, once more, placed Harry's little walkman under Dumbledore's desk. Harry needed to know if they were on to him yet. He had dropped a few clues in his articles and was surprised that no one other than Professor Flitwick had caught on yet. Or maybe they had, and decided that they just didn't believe it? Harry went up to the boys' dorm, not to retrieve his book bag but to grab the dress robes that Dobby had purchased for him earlier in the school year. Lord Peter had extended an invitation for Harry to change in his office if he couldn't get away in time. Both knew that by dropping the bomb on Lord Voldemort's identity, Harry would open speculations that he was Oliver. However, if he had done things right, he would dismissed as usual. Only time would tell. Harry only hoped the information on the heritage books available at Gringotts would prove enough of a false trail to turn suspicion away from him. He did have an ally in Professor Flitwick who had proof read Harry's articles and added a few details that he had managed to over look. With the professor's help, they didn't look like one of Harry's essays. 0o0o0o0 Lord Peter was waiting for him in his office. A quick change and the sloppy looking Gryffindor Harry Potter became Lord Harry James Potter. The dress robe had been tailored to Lord Peter's specifications with the Potter, and Gryffindor crests on them. By the end of the day, Harry would no longer be just an heir, but Lord and head of two houses. The meeting would take place not in the ministry, as originally planned, but in Gringotts Inheritance Office. Both Healer Atwaters and Lord Peter conferred with Gringotts and decided it would be safer in the long run to have the meeting at the bank. Goblin neutrality would be a huge asset in this case. Wizarding Services and Madam Bones, once brought up to speed on the facts, agreed with the choice of venue. Harry wondered if Sirius and Remus would show. Last he knew Sirius was shouting insults at Snape while Remus refereed in the headmaster's office. Not the ideal image of a guardian in Harry's opinion. He was still looking forward to Christmas Day together, they had plans of spending it away from Hogwarts in Grimmauld Place as a family. That is, if after this meeting, Sirius would still want to be with Harry. Time alone would tell. Lord Peter and Harry were ushered into a posh conference room containing a marble table with gold and semi precious inlaid designs. The chairs were covered with deep maroon velvet and were very comfortable. Madam Bones and another woman sat side by side across from Harry and Lord Peter. Sirius and Remus had yet to arrive. A goblin came in along with Healer Atwaters. "It is 1 pm. Time to start. Are we all present?" asked the Goblin. "No sir. Sirius Black, head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black hasn't arrived." "We will give him ten minutes then we will start without him," said the goblin, sitting at the head of the table, facing both parties. Harry sighed and tried not to let the hurt show. He had been willing to give Sirius a chance, but once again, the man was putting others ahead of his responsibilities as his godfather. Lord Peter reached for Harry's hand and gave it a squeeze. At least here was someone that had been there for him for the past six months. The man had slowly worked his way into Harry's life and proved that he could put Harry first. Harry needed that. Just before the 10 minutes were up, Sirius rushed in along with Remus, Molly and Arthur Weasley, and of course, Albus Dumbledore. Amelia Bones stood up. "I understand why Sirius Black is here but not you four." Sirius sat down beside Harry and whispered, "Sorry pup. They weren't going to let me leave the Order meeting unless I told them why." Harry scowled as the headmaster and the Weasleys sat across from him next to Madam Bones. Well so much for a quiet hearing. Molly's screeching alone would see to that. "We are here to ask for custody of Harry Potter," Molly Weasley said, triumphantly. "I'm afraid, Mrs. Weasley. We don't have any paperwork requesting your guardianship. Besides, this isn't a custody hearing," replied the witch with the Wizarding Child Services crest on her robes. "But an emancipation hearing." "Sirius, you told me it was a guardianship hearing!" Molly accused. "You can't mean this! I won't allow it!" Albus Dumbledore roared, his blue eyes flashing. "You sir, have no say in this matter," Lord Peter stood. "By your own admission, you declared Lord Harry James Potter a legal adult at age 14."  Browse Just In Community Forum Betas Story Search Books (/book/)  Harry Potter (/book/Harry­Potter/)  +  ­     "I most certainly did not! And pray tell, just who are you?" Lord Peter smiled as he pulled out a file. "I have in my hands a copy of the contract that you witnessed and signed, forcing Lord Harry James Potter to participate in the Tri­Wizard Tournament, against his will, this past school year. A contract that clearly states that the participants must be 17 years of age. By approving this contract, you as Headmaster of Hogwarts, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and Supreme Mugwump of the IWC, declared that the minor, Harry James Potter, was a legal adult. "You and the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, by also allowing said minor to be tried in an adult venue as an adult, for an underage magical offense did therefore, knowingly and willfully, declared Lord Harry James Potter an adult. Sir, you can not have it both ways. You set a magical legal precedent. Madam Bones, I yield to your ruling." "I object!" Albus Dumbledore shouted, coming to his feet, once more. "You can't do this!" Molly Weasley screeched, as Arthur placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her from lunging forward. "I object also," Sirius said from beside Harry. "Harry? Don't you want me as your guardian?" Remus placed his head into his hands. "I warned you Siri. James and Lily must hate us for failing Harry." Before Harry could say anything, Madam Bones cleared her throat. "I have looked over the case for emancipation of Harry James Potter, heir by blood to the Noble and Ancient Houses of Potter and Gryffindor. I find several things in this file to be very chilling." She cleared her throat. "Molly and Arthur, you may leave. This is not about you. You have never petitioned for guardianship in the past, and I fail to see why you do so now. However, this is not a guardianship hearing but an emancipation hearing. You were not requested to attend, please leave now." Molly huffed, "Now see here!" "Molly, please, let's go," Arthur said, pulling Molly away. "But . . . Harry?" Harry looked up at the woman who wanted only to mother him and gave her a slight smile. "I'm sorry Mrs. Weasley, but it has to be this way." "Harry," she sniffed, as Arthur pulled her from the room. Over his shoulder, he said, "You are always welcomed at the Burrow son. We still consider you one of us." "Thank you, Mr. Weasley." Madam Bones waited until the door closed before starting in. "As I said, I found several disturbing things about this case. One, the way the Potter will was ignored by someone," she paused, looking at Albus Dumbledore, "who swore an oath to uphold the law of the Wizarding World." A low growl started in the room until Harry elbowed Sirius. "Two," she cleared her throat, "the same person forcibly obtained guardianship of the Potter heir, once more defying the explicit wishes of the Potter's will. Three," her glared intensified. "The aforementioned person failed his duty as guardian as required by law in that he failed to check on the well being of his ward and further, failed to teach said ward the customs and duties his heritage dictates—leaving him woefully ignorant of our world. Do you see a pattern here, Albus?" she sniped. Albus squirmed in his chair. "It was all for the Greater Good. The child needed the blood protection that living with his only blood relative could provide. I knew it wouldn't be a happy life but the child would still be alive." Harry snorted. Lord Peter placed a hand on his arm, giving Harry a look. Madam Bones snarled. "You usurped the rights of the child and ignored his parent's last wishes. You further ignored the laws regarding minor magical children. You sealed the will and with the help of someone in the ministry, you kept the WCS from fulfilling their duties. It is a wonder you still have your magic, Albus Dumbledore." "I only suggested. . .," Albus started to explain. "And there is the rub," Lord Peter interjected. "Madam, if I may, could you read Healer Atwaters' report to us." Madam Bones read aloud the report as Lord Peter requested. As each sentence echoed in the silent office, Albus Dumbledore's face paled. Sirius groaned and buried his face into his hands. Remus snarled. Harry remained still as a statue staring mutely off into the distance as a single tear slid down his pale cheek. "If this is your idea of 'not a happy life,' spare me your idea of a cruel one," Lord Peter said. "I have been in correspondence with Lord Harry since last spring. How we have been doing so, is not up for discussion." Lord Peter stated, stalling the headmaster's questions. "I have been doing what you and Lord Black have failed to do. That is, to teach Lord Harry what it means to be the Head of an Ancient and Noble House. I also will be requesting, if this meeting is successful, that Lord Potter take his seats on the Wizengamot as a full adult." "You can't do that!" Albus exclaimed, spittle flying. "He is not ready! He doesn't understand the politics involved." "And who's fault is that?" Lord Peter countered in disgust. Madam Bones sighed and looked at the witch beside her, who gave her a slight nod. "I, Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, do hereby recognize Lord Harry James Potter, Head of the Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter and Gryffindor, as a full and legal adult with all of the duties and responsibilities entailed. I also do declare that until Lord Potter reaches the age of seventeen he is to have the following advisors, Lord Peter Finchly­Addams and the Goblin known as Ragnok, should Lord Potter need sage advice. So Mote Be." "No! Stop! I protest!" Albus said, pulling out his wand, standing as a glow of magic shot from Amelia Bones to Harry. The witch from WCS stood up, "I, Gretta Marchbank, Head of the Wizarding Children Services, do hereby recognize Harry James Potter, Head of the Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter and Gryffindor, as a full and legal adult with all of the duties and responsibilities entailed. I also do declare that until Lord Potter reaches the age of seventeen he is to have the following advisors, Lord Peter Finchly­Addams and the Goblin known as Ragnok, should Lord Potter need sage advice. So Mote Be." Magic entwined around Harry as he stood straight. He noted the disapproval and anger in the headmaster's eyes and shook his head. "You have never been there for me, Headmaster. Where were you when I was locked in a boot cupboard, crying from hunger? Where were you when my cousin and his gang invented the game 'Harry Hunting'? Where were you when I was forced to compete in the Triwizard Tounament? And lastly, why should I trust you now?" Harry turned to his godfather. "I'm sorry, Sirius. But I had to do it this way." Then in a small child­like whisper, "Do you still want me?" Sirius looked up with tears running down his cheeks. He grabbed Harry into a fierce hug. "I know I wasn't there for you, Harry but yes, I still want you." Harry and Sirius were only vaguely aware when Remus' arms surrounded them both. 0o0o0o0o0

Chapter 23: Plans Go Awry Harry smirked as he read the letter from Lord Peter. Two meetings were scheduled after the leaving feast. The first was a secret meeting between Lord Peter and himself to go over everything. The second was to meet with the Review Board, which consisted of Madam Bones and Wizarding Child Services, to decide if enough proof had been gathered for Harry's emancipation. Sirius was supposed to escort Harry to Gringotts where the meeting with the review board was to take place. As far as anyone knew, Albus Dumbledore wasn't invited. Lord Peter had the old wizard's guardianship quietly revoked so the headmaster's presence wasn't necessary. The notice informing Dumbledore of that fact had been 'accidentally' delayed. By the time the he found out, it would be too late to stop the proceedings. As they left the Defense class room, Harry was called back by Hermione. "Harry? Are you sure it'll be alright for you to go home with Sirius?" she asked with some concern. "Sure why not?" Harry asked. They had somewhat restored their friendship, but it had been slow going. "Sirius has been cleared of all wrong doing and he wants to spend Christmas with me. What's so hard to understand?" Students passed by on their way to the next class. Hermione sighed and shook her head. "But Dumbledore. . ." "Doesn't have a say in this, Hermione. He isn't my guardian." "But you usually stay here for the holidays," she tried to reason with him. "True, but you get to spend the hols with your family," Harry looked over at his friend. "Why can't I spend it with my godfather?" "Of course, but . . ." "But nothing, Hermione. This is my first Christmas to have with someone that's family, and the Dursleys don't count. They've never wanted me or considered me family," Harry growled. "I'll be fine, Hermione. Don't worry." 0o0o0o0 "Mr. Potter," came Professor McGonagall's voice as he was leaving the Common Room to head for dinner in the Great Hall. "Yes Professor?" Harry asked, turning to face her. "I see that you didn't sign up to stay for the holidays this year?" "No, ma'am. Sirius wants me to stay with him and I'm going to. He's got everything planned out for us," the teen replied in a wistful voice. "Do you think that's wise? After all he isn't your guardian." "But he's my godfather. Professor?" Harry asked, looking up at her. "Yes Mr. Potter?" "Why is everyone suddenly so concerned about where I spend the holidays? No one ever was before. Don't you want me to spend them with the only family I have left? Everyone tells me that Sirius' place is very secure." "Very well, Mr. Potter." 0o0o0o0 Harry was ready to scream. It was Leaving Feast for the start of the Christmas Hols. It seemed that Dumbledore was against him leaving Hogwarts. He went as far as inviting Sirius and Remus to spend it here. He cited the possible danger Harry would be in away from the safety of the castle. Sirius tried to refuse, but Dumbledore was adamant about keeping Harry where he could keep an eye on him. 'Looks like it'll be Plan B,' Harry thought with disgust. He wrote to Lord Peter about the change in plans and requested a timed port­key. There was no way Harry was going to miss his meetings. Sirius would just have to fend for himself. Harry wondered if his godfather had told Dumbledore what was going on. If anything, the old marauder thought it was one massive prank to pull on the old headmaster. That night Harry received a note and an old coke can from Lord Peter from Dobby. Harry was sure he wouldn't have gotten this far without the little elf's help. Lord Harry, It does not surprise me that the headmaster is trying to thwart you. He does, however, suspect something. He does, after all, have friends in the ministry and they have been nosing around, asking questions. Be careful. The port­key will go off at 9 a.m. tomorrow for us to discuss your briefing. Don't lose it. ­­PFA The next morning, Harry was up and dressed alone in his dorm, well before 8 a.m. The port­key went off as scheduled and Harry landed in Lord Peter's office. Breakfast was waiting. "Did anyone see you leave, Lord Harry?" asked Lord Peter. Harry smiled dusting himself off. "Since I am the only one staying in the dorm at the moment and Sirius and Remus aren't expected to arrive until sometime this afternoon, no sir." "Very well, help yourself to breakfast, as we go over everything for the meeting tomorrow." "You know, they'll start looking for me when I don't show up for lunch, don't you?" Harry commented as he poured himself a cup of tea. "You will be back in plenty of time and I have confidence in your skills of distraction," Lord Peter smiled. The rest of the morning they went over everything in Harry's file, from the sealing of his parents' will to the abuse done by the Dursleys, to the accidental emancipation by both legal authorities in the Wizarding World.  Browse Just In Community Forum Betas Story Search Books (/book/)  Harry Potter (/book/Harry­Potter/)  +  ­     "Do you think it'll work?" Lord Peter smiled. "I don't see why not. Relax Lord Harry. Between you and Oliver, you have kept this world totally off balance. Something as minor as your emancipation should slip past unnoticed. I salute you for your artful misdirection." Harry raised his cup in mock salute before sipping. True to Lord Peter's prediction, no one questioned Harry when he came down for lunch an hour later. 0o0o0o0 Sirus and Remus arrived just before dinner that night. Sirus was very apologetic about the change of plans, but Harry brushed it off. "It's alright, Padfoot," Harry said as they walked to the Great Hall for dinner. "We all know that what Dumbledore wants, Dumbledore gets." Sirius cringed as Remus snorted. "We need to talk after dinner, cub," Remus said quietly. Alright," Harry said. "What about?" "After dinner," was the terse reply. Dinner that night was chaotic as only two Marauders could make it. Stories about the past as well as a couple of pranks kept the table in an uproar. Severus Snape, sporting a mohawk and neon pink robes, was a hit to everyone but the potions master. Harry didn't say much as he picked at his food. He wondered just what his godfather and Moony wanted to talk about later. He also didn't like the fact that everyone thought it was alright for the two to torment Snape. Granted Harry didn't like the man but still. . . "So what did you want to talk to me about?" Harry asked making himself comfortable on the sofa in the guest quarters. "So this meeting tomorrow," Remus asked. "Why isn't Dumbledore invited? He is, after all, your guardian." Harry straightened, turning to Sirius. "He knows?" "Moony overheard me talking to Gringotts," Sirius reassured Harry, glaring at Remus. "Moony here wanted to tell Dumbledore, but I talked him out of it." Harry sighed with relief. "I guess Dumbledore's notice got lost in the mail or something." "Cub, Gringotts doesn't lose mail," Remus chided. "Right, like they didn't lose my bank statements that I never got? Or the fact, that the notice that I was entitled to have my parent's will read when I was eleven was lost? Or the notification assigning Dumbledore as my supposed magical guardian got lost?" Remus reared back in surprise. "No, Moony," Harry sighed. "Albus Dumbledore has been keeping my rights and heritage from me. So, it was decided to 'accidently' lose his notice until tomorrow when the meeting starts. Don't miss understand, he isn't my legal guardian, magical or otherwise. He never was and, after tomorrow, never will be." Remus looked from Harry to Sirius and nodded his head. 0o0o0o0 Harry walked casually into the Great Hall for breakfast the next morning. Hopefully by the end of the day, he would be free of Dumbledore's meddling. The old coot would have better things to occupy his time. Since there were only a few people staying at the castle over the holidays, only one large table was set up. Many of the places were yet to be filled. Some were reading the Daily Prophet and some were reading the Quibbler. Since the whole tampering with British rule fiasco, the rags had been doing their best to give their readers a bit of a history lesson. Harry had been pleased to note that many of the pure bloods hadn't been too happy with current events. Many thought that Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II wielded no power over the magical community. That was until the Quibbler and the Prophet started to post some of the more archaic treaties, in full unedited detail, including the 1692 Statute of Secrecy. The newspapers pointed out that these were magically enforceable contracts. Even if one hadn't signed it personally, the whole community was bound to it through the signatures of the family heads of that time period. If they directly opposed the Crown, The Wizarding World would lose not only their autonomy but also their magic. An owl dropped his copy of the Quibbler beside him as Harry filled his plate. Truth or Fiction? The other day I was listening to the golden trio as they came out of Defense class. They were arguing that it wasn't safe for Potter to leave the castle for the holidays. I happened to overhear them as they were discussing He­Who­Must­Not­Be­Named, but Potter insisted on calling him Lord V***. I think I will too as it's easier on the hand to write. Yes, surprisingly, Potter was saying the Dark Lord's name! I heard Potter mention in passing that the Dark Lord wasn't even a pure blood! This got me wondering. I was curious at some of the other comments I overheard him make in the past, so I went and tried to look up any information on you­know­who in the school library. Hogwarts' Library is amazing. There are books about everything and anything here. About the only thing you can't find is a good action thriller to sit down and enjoy when you aren't busy working on homework. Or any information about the man who currently holds our world in fear, the so called Dark Lord. Anyway, I digress. Potter likes to call the him Lord V***, or Riddle, somewhat interchangeably. The Golden Boy refuses to say "He­Who­Must­Not­be­Named" or any other silly aliases. That got me to wondering. Now Riddle didn't sound like a wizarding family name I'd heard before, so I did some checking. I found a Tom Marvolo Riddle was sorted into the House of Slytherin, and later made head boy in 1943. He was a half­blood, according to the few scant records I found at school. With so many questions in mind, I paid a visit to the goblins. Where, for a small fee, I was allowed to research their self­updating heritage books. Guess what I found? I started out with the line of Slytherin, for we all know Lord V*** professes to be the last of that line. Well, according to the records, he's lying. A man named Tom Marvolo Riddle was the last of that line, but he died on October 31, 1981. He was the son of Merope Gaunt, last of the pure­blood line of Slytherin, and Tom Riddle a local muggle aristocrat. The heritage book clearly shows there is no direct blood heir to Salazar Slytherin now living. So, where does that leave Lord V***? Perhaps he suffers from wishful thinking. The heritage books are blood­bound and have never made a mistake in the thousand years they have existed. All I know, is that his loyal followers are following a dream. Or a nightmare? The direct bloodline of the ancient and noble house of Slytherin is no more. I know these statements can get one killed. But seriously, why isn't anyone questioning what they are told? Why are we giving power to someone that doesn't even like to use his real name? Lord V*** can't be his real name. After all, Lord V***'s claim to Slytherin's blood is false. Perhaps the ministry's claim he is gone is false as well, personally, with their record. . .? Potter claims otherwise. So who is right and who is wrong?And even more importantly, can we afford to be wrong? Could Potter have been right all along and no one wanted to believe? Oh by the way, this is my last article until after the holidays. Happy Christmas. ­­Oliver Twist 

Chapter 22: Time for a History Lesson Albus Dumbledore sat in his throne­like chair in the Wizengamot Chamber as the members filed in. Cornelius Fudge had called another session three days after the article in the Daily Prophet came out. Although Albus had been against the measure to issue an arrest warrant for Mr. Twist, he was curious to see what information had been gathered. If the aurors returned with Mr. Twist in tow, so much the better. "Well Cornelius, get on with it," snapped Augusta Longbottom impatiently. "Two emergency sessions in a week is a bit extreme, even for you. So what has your knickers in a twist this time?" A few nervous titters could be heard. Cornelius looked pained as he stood at the podium. Picking up a parchment scroll, he read: "By royal decree the warrant for the arrest of Oliver Twist is declared null and void." Several gasp and murmurs came from the seated members. "The body known hereafter as the Wizengamot is not invested with the authority to call for the arrest of one of Our citizens for treason. Facts, as presented to Us, show no acts of treason but rather questions from a teenage minor concerning the rights of Our citizens. Let it therefore be known...." A low growl rumbled through the chamber as Cornelius paused. The scroll in his hands shook visibly. He licked his lips nervously as he glanced around. Never had he been so thankful for the protection charms on the chamber that prohibited spell casting by its members or spectators. In the past, several members had died due to hexing by irate constituents. After the last episode the chamber had been spelled to quell all magics cast by anyone save the aurors. He gulped a quick sip of water and then continued: "Let it be known that We, Elizabeth the Second, Queen of the United Kingdom, House of Windsor are greatly displeased with the governing body of the Wizarding World. "Equality, under the law, is granted to all subjects of Our Realm, not to a select few. That this body so promotes such prejudices as to deny Our citizens, fettered or free, legal rights under Our laws due to blood status, or heritage, is against the laws of Our Commonwealth, and the treaties signed by your forefathers. It shall cease forthwith lest you earn Our further displeasure. The bodies of the Wizengamot and position of Minister of Magic are hereby apprised that if this situation is not corrected by the end of the year, then We will have no choice but to declare the magical portion of the Magna Carta, along with several other treaties, in abeyance. Should this become necessary, then the governing of the Wizarding World will be returned to Our proper rule and all Wizarding governing bodies will be disbanded." Cornelius Fudge cringed as he read the royal signature. A deadly calm filled the chamber. "Just who is this upstart muggle? What rights does she have over us?" shouted Lucius Malfoy as he and several other pure bloods stood in anger while others began to speak. "By what right does she dictate to us?" shouted another. "Are you mad?" shouted Madam Longbottom over the pandemonium. When the noise died enough, she went on to say, "Did not your tutors teach you about English Government? She is no mere muggle. She has been our Sovereign since 1952. You would do well to remember this." "The royal family is from a long line of squibs!" sputtered Madam Marchbanks. "Every now and then, one of them has enough magic to get a letter from Hogwarts." "But there are no royals at Hogwarts now?" "No," Albus interjected. "None of the current royal family have shown any signs of active magic." "So now what do we do? How did we get into this mess?" A very pale­faced Cornelius opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked at a red­faced, sneering Lucius Malfoy. Albus closed his eyes, and bowed his head, stroking his beard. It was all coming home to roost. He would not be surprised if he received a summons from the Prime Minister soon as well. After all, he did preside over the Wizagamot and it was his duty to keep Cornelius in check as much as possible. 0o0o0o0 Wizengamot Served Notice By Royal Decree! By Emily Anderson Today in front of the Wizengamot, and this reporter, Cornelius Fudge stood up and read a declaration from Her Royal Majesty, Queen Elizabeth the Second. For those that don't know who this is, she is the Royal Sovereign that rules all of Great Britain, magical as well as muggle. The royal family is from a long line of squibs dating back to the time of King Arthur. However, it was King John in 1215 who signed a document called the Magna Carta granting certain rights and liberties to all citizens. King John also signed a magical document granting the first of many concessions to the Wizarding World, provided that they did not go against British Law. To keep the Wizarding World free from muggle interference several treaties were put in place giving Wizards the right to self­rule so long as they honored the basic tenets of British Law. By royal decree, we the Wizarding World, must come under proper compliance with muggle laws, or our world will cease to exist as we know it. To keep our world a secret and to continue with self rule, we must comply. Merlin help us all.  Browse Just In Community Forum Betas Story Search Books (/book/)  Harry Potter (/book/Harry­Potter/)  +  ­     0o0o0o0 Lord Voldemort crumpled the newspaper in a towering rage. How dare they! Those, those muggles have no right to wipe away centuries of traditions just like that! He would not allow it! Lord Salazar Slytherin must be turning in his grave. He, as Slytherin's heir, would make them pay for their arrogance! After Dumbledore and the brat, of course. 0o0o0o0 Arthur Weasley wasn't a man to be rattled easily. After all, he was father to two very resourceful and mischievous boys that thought nothing of making their brothers miserable. Well, he wished he knew who Oliver Twist was. The Weasley patriarch was torn with pride and dismay at the mayhem. In six months the boy had done what no one else had ever accomplished. He had served the Wizarding World notice that there was a problem and if they weren't going to fix it, some one else would! The only good thing was the boy had managed to stop Molly from sending howlers. Merlin, that woman had a voice when she got going, but he still loved her dearly. A memo made its way to Arthur's desk. It was a standard memo by all accounts. After he deciphered the hidden code, Arthur realized he was called to a meeting. 0o0o0o0 Deep in the heart of the Ministry was a department that few had little knowledge of. The meeting room was narrow, with a long, well polished slab of marble for a table with many wooden high­backed chairs around it. Eight hooded figures walked in. It was hard to tell how many were men and how many were women as they all wore long hooded grey robes. The voluminous robes had concealment,comfort, and anti tracking spells on them, as well as sticking and masking charms on the hoods. Their leader sat at the head of the table. "Report." Everyone gave a report on the current situation, but no one had any idea who Oliver Twist was. The clues were there but a key factor seemed missing. One hooded figure reported that it was Amelia Bones who'd alerted the Prime Mister of their current situation. Many were pleased that she had done so, a few had hoped for a little more time to prepare. "Enough," Croaker said. "If all are agreeable I would like to offer this Oliver Twist a position with us." "Why?" "For one, he is good at concealing himself. Even we can't find him. He's intelligent, cunning and thorough and it shows in his reporting." "He most assuredly can keep secrets," one of them added to the approving nods of others. "Again, look how no one can flush him out, despite the Ministry's and Dumbledore's best efforts. We have given him a good deal more information than he has used." "Yet!" "True, but you will note how carefully he chooses the information he does use," Croaker agreed. "There is an agent at Hogwarts?" "There is and even he can't spot who Mr. Twist is. Although he does have some suspicions, he reported that he needs firm evidence first before saying anything." "I would like to know how the editors are getting letters to and from Twist," another said. "Owl postal drop within Gringotts?" came the reply. "No, I don't believe he would send any sensitive mail by owl. To easy to intercept." An older woman muttered. "What does our contact in Hogwarts say?" "Well, it is the only private way available for a student to send mail. But how is he getting his mail? According to our agent, Albus has the owlery watched and even he, according to all reports, is stumped on how it is done." "Is it certain that Twist is a student?" "Yes. The way the articles are worded shows it to be a young person writing and not an adult. Plus, look how he keeps coming back to problems within the school. An adult would have more concern for adult issues and pay less attention to school related matters." "Speaking of Hogwarts, we need to get Potter in to hear the prophecy soon." "There is time," Croaker said. "Dumbledore's playing his cards too closely to get Potter away just now. He's got the boy locked down tighter than a Gringott's vault." "Maybe when Hogwarts breaks for the Christmas Holidays?" "We will see." 0o0o0o0 Vernon Dursley groaned as he read the initial reports from the auditors. How could things go wrong so fast? As it stands, he's looking at repaying back about a quarter of a million pounds sterling, selling his stock portfolio and maybe even facing a term in prison. To: Mr. Vernon Dursley The final audit report should be completed by mid­December. It has been noted that you have been receiving benefits for a minor child, Harry James Potter, since the death's of his parents in 1981. All records and receipts for said child's care will be handed over by the end of December. If any irregularities are found, you will be repaying all funds not spent for the welfare and care of said minor, plus interest, and possible criminal action will be discussed then. Due to these factors, copies of this report are being sent to Inland Revenue and Grunnings Legal Retainer. Ragnok Director of Gringotts Bank cc Lord Peter Flinchley­Addams Inland Revenue 0o0o0o0 Ragnok cackled as he read the latest reports on the Wizengamot. The fools. They are only cutting their own throats if they anger the Crown. "Overlord?" A small goblin broke into Ragnok's musing. " The Keeper is here to see you again." "Do not keep her waiting, youngling, show her in!" Ragnok snapped impatiently. The small goblin ducked back with a squeak, holding the door respectfully for the robed and hooded figure that swept regally into the room. Ragnok rose, bowing courteously gesturing for the figure to be seated. "Greetings unto you, Overlord," she said, lowering her hood. The door shut silently behind the figure as she, for it was indeed an elderly female goblin, sat in the chair before Ragnok's desk. "I have examined the papers and memories you have sent, and I agree. It would be to our advantage to help this wizarding youngling." Ragnok nodded his head as he returned to his chair, acknowledging her decision. "It is good to know that I have chosen wisely, Mistress of Knowledge." His deep, gravely voice murmured. "He has many trials before him, what can you tell me of any aid we may give?" "There are many ways open to us," her calm, soft voice replied. "The darkness within him, the piece of soul, the dark one planted, it must be removed." "Soul? He carries a piece of the dark ones soul within him? Can it be done without harming the boy?" Ragnok gasped in shock. "It will take a very ancient ritual, but it can be done." She nodded as she spoke. "But that is not the original purpose of this ritual," she continued calmly. "What then . . .?" "I viewed the memories the boy gave you about the return of this self styled Voldemort. I believe the Ritual of Renunciation, when used with two others, will solve many of his problems." "And then," she continued, "there is the matter of the claim of . . ." her soft words droned on, leaving Ragnok in a daze. He shuddered at her words. 'What in the seven hells had he gotten himself in to this time?' With a final shiver he looked into her strange, sightless eyes and listened intently. 0o0o0o0 

Chapter 21: Don't Get Mad Get Even
Xeno Lovegood sat in the office of the Daily prophet drinking tea along with Emily Anderson, Lord Charles and two barristers. The five were going over the edict that had come down
from the Wizengamot. "Surrender all information on Oliver Twist or face a year in Azkaban for abetting treason."
"Well?" Emily asked, nervously. After all, she was the one that gave the note to Mr. Lovegood which started this chain of events.
One of the barristers, a middle­aged man in a rumpled mixture of muggle and wizarding attire, cleared his throat and in a husky, whiskey voice spoke up. "The Wizengamot doesn't
have a case. In fact, they are breaking several of their own laws, not to mention the Queen's treaty themselves."
"Oh? Is that treason as well?" Emily asked. "I would rather have thought that it was more like sedition instead of treason."
"It is indeed," said Lord Peter. "However, in their arrogance, the Ministry of Magic are usurping the Crown's authority. They have no right to declare treason."
Lord Peter looked at through the file in his hand. "My esteemed colleague, Mr. Horace Rumpole, and I have read Mr. Twist's articles with great relish. It is about time someone
started to ask questions. That the someone asking questions is a teen age boy is perfect."
"However," Horace Rumpole chuckled, sounding as if he was clearing his throat. Looking a bit gleeful he added, "Nothing in these articles promotes treason, or even sedition.
Nothing the boy wrote is false nor does it,'fomenting insurrection'. In fact, according to what he did write, it was understated at best and drawn from ministry records themselves. If
I didn't know any better I would say that someone on the inside, perhaps the Unspeakables, are helping him."
Lord Charles sputtered into his tea cup. "Surely you don't mean that Horace! What is your proof?"
Horace looked thoughtful for a moment. "The information is too wide in scope, to inclusive for a school boy to know. Even if he does profess his source is the Hall of Records, the
amount of time he would have to spend to find his information would hardly leave him time for his school work. No, I would say that the Unspeakables may well be helping him.
They are the only ones who would have unlimited access to the information, sealed or not. Now, this information isn't to be published, or leave this room." The barrister gave a
knowing look to the editors and reporter.
"So what do we do now?" Lord Charles huffed. "The ministry has issued a writ for us to turn over any and all documentation we have on Oliver. I for one don't want to go to
Azkaban, but I refuse to give up a fellow journalist."
"What little we do know will hardly satisfy the ministry, and as for documentation? Most of that lies with the goblins, and I wish the ministry would try and force them to hand it
over!" Xeno grimaced.
"That's were I come in," Lord Peter soothed. "I am the barrister for the Potter family. As you know, they own major shares in both your papers, and since I am their attorney of
record, I am here to protect their interest. I suggest that if the Ministry is so anxious to get their hands on Oliver Twist that you post a special edition detailing just how you plan on
responding to their illegal demands."
"Quite right. Demand that your complaint be taken to a court of law," Rumpole chuckled. "That would in effect nullify the Wizengamot's ability to rule on this matter, it would be a
conflict of interest. That would only leave an international wizarding or Her Majesty's court. "
0o0o0o0
Hermione plopped down beside Harry with a crumpled letter in her hand. "Harry? Can we talk?"
Harry looked up. "About what?" he asked, warily.
"I got a reply back from my parents. I told them that my career options were next to nil after Twist's article."
"Oh?" Harry asked, putting down the essay he was working on. He took in her harried appearance. "Something wrong?"
"They are talking about pulling me from Hogwarts after my O.W.L.S. They said that they refused to pay for substandard education. They offered to hire tutors for me to catch up on my muggle education. I have to make up my mind on what I want."
Harry sighed and pulled his friend into his arms as she sniffled, snuggling closer. "Don't worry Hermione. It'll work itself out."
"You were right, Harry," she whispered into his shirt. "I should not have listened to Professor Dumbledore. I'm so sorry, will you ever forgive me?"
0o0o0o0
That evening a special edition of both the Quibbler and the Daily Prophet came out. As both papers were running Oliver Twist's articles, both were coming under fire.
Special Edition
Ministry and Wizengamot in Violation of Basic Tenets of British Law
Could Their Actions Threaten the Wizarding World?
Since the vote to arrest Oliver Twist for treason was handed down and sanctioned by both the Wizengamot and the Minister of Magic, both the Daily Prophet and the Quibbler have
been brought under heavy criticism by the ruling and judicial bodies of our government. However, these venerable bodies have failed to uphold the laws they were sworn on their magic to uphold.
If the ministry and the Wizengamot wish to pursue legal action, they must file such action in a court of law, and rule themselves out as said court due to conflict of interest.
That would leave their only recourse the ICW or her Majesty's court.
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We, of the Daily Prophet and the Quibbler, refuse to turn over any information about Mr. Oliver Twist. The newspaper has the right to protect their sources and staff against
persecution if the articles published can be verified. As of this date, all of Mr. Twist's articles can be proven as fact. He assures us he has the original copies of his facts and
statistics.
We stand behind Mr. Twist and applaud him on his integrity.
Lord Charles Witherspoon
Xeno Lovegood
Editors­In­Chief
Daily Prophet
The Quibbler
0o0o0o0
Harry was sitting in the Common Room. He hadn't been able to escape all week from his friends. They had been clinging to him like limpets. It was as if they were on a mission to
track him down and poke their noses into his business. Hermione was especially clingy since her parent's letter. Harry wanted to pull his hair out.
As he stared into the blazing fire in the fireplace, his thoughts were on the arrest warrant for Oliver. He had to admit that he was very nervous about being arrested. It brought back
the memories of the past summer, a locked room and food through a cat flap. Harry shuddered.
Professor Flitwick had reassured Harry that his lips were sealed. No one was going to hear anything about Mr. Twist from him. Further, he confided to Harry with a toothy smile,
goblins are immune to occlumency and veritaserum.
Harry looked down at the Marauders' map and noted that Rita was also on the prowl. She had been at the castle for a week now trying to get information on Oliver.
'All luck to her, she'd need it,' Harry thought with a smirk. She had been harassing students and staff all week. He was sure she spent as much time as a beetle as she did a human
trying to get any gossip she could.
The rumor mill was going crazy and many students were running scared. Harry had taken the precaution of spelling his bed, the area around it and the bed curtains to repel all
insects.
He snorted. It was times like this that he wished he had a few muggle items here. Ant traps came to mind, as did a fly swatter.
Dobby had also been warned of her animagus form and been promised several sets of warm and colorful socks if he managed to capture her in beetle form. The house elf was
currently dressed in khaki shorts and a safari hat, stalking the halls invisibly, large glass jar in one hand and a lid in the other. He could've sworn that he heard Dobby once say,
"Here buggie buggie buggie."
Harry was wondering when they would start breaking out the truth serum and calling for loyalty oaths. He wondered how he was going to manage if and when they did.
Now if only he could just get away from Hermione's obsessive need to study and Ron's demands for chess matches.
0o0o0o0
Cornelius Fudge walked into number 10 Downing Street for his quarterly meeting with the Prime Minister. He was convinced this would be a typical, short meeting. Except for the
business with that brat Oliver Twist, Cornelius really didn't have much to report and the less he reported, the better for all concerned.
The wizarding government was running smoothly with no sign of the return of He­Who­Must­Not­Be­Named, despite what Dumbledore and the Potter brat said. No, this meeting
would be a pleasant chat, bit of tea and a few platitudes. Business as usual.
"Ah, come in Cornelius," said the prime Minister with a cold, predatory smile. "Have a seat and give me one good reason why I shouldn't have your Wizengamot disbanded with you
and Albus Dumbledore up on charges? After all, you both are leaders of a government that is denying more than half of its citizens their rights under British law."
Well, maybe not all tea and crumpets. Fudge whimpered.
0o0o0o0
Harry finally got some time alone. He was sitting in his bed with Dobby standing guard. It was early and he had pleaded a headache. Of course, Hermione wanted to take him to Madam Pomphrey right away and Ron wanted to get Professor McGonagall.
However it was Seamus that spoke up. "He looks fine to me. Maybe he just wants some time alone? You two have been hanging on him all week. Maybe he wants to wank alone,
unless you want to hold his willy for him?" He leered, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Hermione ewww'd and blushed. Ron looked like he was about to be ill as everyone in the common room laughed. Harry blushed heavily but didn't say anything. Trust Seamus to
come up with a very lewd idea. Bless him!
"Hey Seamus, you said I could borrow your latest Playwitch, right?" Harry called back, insuring that he would definitely be alone for the time being. He grinned as Hermione and
Ron fled the dorm for the library and parts unknown.
It wasn't wanking, or anything of that nature, even if he did have the copy of Playwitch tucked under his pillow. He was too busy going over everything that Lord Peter had sent him
and all the mail from both editors.
At least he didn't have to worry about Rita. She was hanging around the Ravenclaw dorms tonight, hoping to find a clue that would lead her to Oliver. The betting pool had given her many ideas on just who Oliver could be but no student was willing to come out and speak to her.
So far, Harry had been reassured that neither editor would give any information to the aurors. He wasn't too sure about Dumbledore. The old coot was awfully quiet on the subject.
Also, one of the letters he had received from Dobby was very strange. It was from Ragnok and contained a small corked vial. It looked empty and Harry puzzled over it until he
read the letter it came with.
Dear Lord Potter,
Please place your memory of the ritual used to restore the Dark Wizard in this vial. It may be crucial to your quest.
­­Ragnok
Harry decided he would puzzle over the strange request later as he took pen to paper and wrote his next article.
0o0o0o0
Mayhem, Sedition and Treason?
As I sit back and watch the mayhem that my articles are generating, I have to wonder. Why am I wanted for treason? Where is the treason in asking questions of adults, or in
stating true facts? Is it not the job of adults to teach children about their world, and answer their questions truthfully? How are we supposed to learn unless we ask questions? Even
questions that might provoke and dismay those in power. How else is a child to learn?
I sit in the Great Hall and watch as professors of great learning and supposed wisdom run around as if the world is on fire and they don't have a clue how to put it out. Why are they
searching for me, instead of defending my right to ask the difficult and embarrassing questions? They, after all, are the teachers.
Everyone says that Hogwarts is the safest place to be in all of the Wizarding World. I can't say I believe it. Is having dozens of Dementors attack a Quidditch pitch full of helpless
students safe? Is being petrified in the halls safe? Is being told by the headmaster to, "stay away from a certain corridor if you value your life," safe? Is having a troll running loose
in school safe? I, for one, think the answer to all of these questions is a resounding "No!"
It would seem some of the teachers, including the headmaster, are too concerned with their image and the school's reputation to worry about student safety. It also must be mentioned the extent to which they are willing to go to maintain the status quo. Better they should be giving the students the tools they need to live a long, productive and well
informed life.
My last observation needs to be shouted aloud until it sinks into the hearts and minds of the administrators of this school.
Quit dividing the school between houses and blood lines! The sorting hat is right, and if an inanimate magical artifact can see the problem, then one would think the wise and
learned could as well.
Now is the time to band together, before the world as we know it ceases to exist due to blind prejudices. It really is much simpler to repair something before it is completely
crumbled to ruin than it is to build anew. Especially true of the Wizarding World — once we are 'outed' to the muggles there is no going back. Three things that can never be
recalled; a loosed arrow, a cast spell, and a secret revealed.
Last I'm very disappointed, but not surprised, that the Wizarding government is calling for my arrest. A wise muggle once said, "A long habit of not thinking a thing wrong gives it a
superficial appearance of being right." The man was Thomas Paine, born in England, was one of the founding fathers of the United States. I doubt many pure bloods know him,
especially not Binns.
I will keep writing as long as I am able. Thank you all that support me. I am but a voice calling in the darkness, looking for a candle to light my way.
­­Oliver Twist

Chapter 20: A Call for Treason The day after Oliver Twist's column appeared in the Quibbler, the atrium of the ministry was filled with irate people demanding explanations. The witches and wizards manning the information desks had, by mid­morning, called for aurors to guarantee their safety. As if that wasn't enough chaos, hundreds of owls soon filled the space above the floor, each one fighting for a place to land and be relieved of their letter. Between the screaming of angry people, hooting of impatient owls and the resultant flurry of feathers and owl droppings, it didn't take the aurors long to close off all entrances to the ministry. Many repelling charms, along with threats of arrest, later and the atrium was quiet once more. The shell­shocked personnel and weary aurors were given restorative and calming draughts before being sent home. 0o0o0o0o0o While the aurors were busy in the atrium, an emergency meeting of the Wizengamot was called for that afternoon. To have their way of life questioned in such a blatantly disrespectful manner offended them deeply! As the membership filed into the Wizengamot chambers, few took note of the many seats that remained empty. All seats were inherited, passed down through the generations from one pure­blood head of house their heir. The empty seats were sad reminders of the many family lines that had died out, for one reason or another. Several seats were held by proxy by another noble house as the current heir was either a minor, or had been disowned by the family head and declared as unfit to serve. Many seats went vacant because of the war with He­Who­Must­Be­Named. He had targeted certain families, wiping them out root and branch, leaving no known survivors. No one knew why they had been so thoroughly eradicated save the one who ordered their demise. Albus Dumbledore, Supreme Mugwump of the Wizengamot, held several proxies, including the Potter seat. Many wondered if the old wizard would willingly yield it to Potter when he came of age. It was a well known fact that Albus Dumbledore held his power close. 0o0o0o0 "Overlord Ragnok!" A flustered goblin panted, " You are needed on the main floor, my Liege." Ragnok looked up from the papers he was reading. "What is it Stoneblade?" "The floor is filled with Wizards and Witches, all wanting to take the heritage test!" Stoneblade wrung his hands. "Those wishing to actually do business with us are being crowded out!" Heaving a long­suffering sigh, the elder goblin rose from his ornate desk. " Very well, call up another cohort of guards in full armor and meet me on the main floor in 5 minutes." Steelblade didn't bother to answer, simply turned and ran from the room. "Ah, Oliver Twist. I knew you were going to poke the anthill," Ragnok chuckled. Turning to his desk and carefully gathering the papers he'd been reading, he placed them in a small hidden vault for later. He then quietly left the office closing the heavily warded door softly. The main floor of the bank was churning with activity. Wizards and Witches were struggling to get to an open teller, all of them waving a copy of the Quibbler at any goblin who made eye contact. "SILENCE!" A guttural voice roared. "Those wishing the heritage test will follow me!" The armored and fully armed goblin turned and stalked down a long hall. At the end of it double doors stood open, revealing a large room with four desks, each manned by a goblin. When the guard reached the open doors, he turned to face the crowd behind him and snarled, "You will form four lines as you pass these doors. You will wait your turn. If you cause problems you will be removed. . .one way or another." He then turned to stand beside the doors, rested the shaft of his gleaming halberd on the floor and allowed those behind him to enter. The first people to pass him inched by warily, eyes on the wicked weapon in his hand. It quickly became obvious that he wasn't the only armed guard in the room. Behind each desk sat a goblin, and behind him stood another, armed and ready. The first test, going back 100 years, would cost 5 galleons. For every one hundred years further back the client wished to delve into their heritage, it would cost 1 galleon more. The testing began with quiet efficiency. Ragnok was glad Harry had given him a heads up on his latest Quibbler column. He'd had his potions staff working over­time to be ready. The elder Goblin chuckled to himself. "Might have to make that boy an honorary goblin if he keeps adding to our coffers this way. If this doesn't wake up the pure­blooded fools, nothing will! I wonder, do wizards have family reunions?" His cackle made those who heard it shiver. 0o0o0o0o0o The headlines in both the Quibbler and the Daily Prophet the next morning blared out the results of the emergency session. Special Edition Emergency Wizengamot Session Issues Arrest Warrant for Oliver Twist for Treason Yesterday afternoon, in an emergency session of the Wizengamot, a majority vote was passed for the immediate arrest of 'Oliver Twist' for treason. "He is threatening our way of life," said Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic. "This Oliver Twist must be stopped!" "The facts he (Oliver Twist) is mentioning in his articles are taken out of context and only serve to incite panic and foment insurrection," said one Wizengamot member, who asked not to be named. Mr. Twist's articles started last summer in the Quibbler as a letter to the editor asking questions. Last September, Mr. Twist was hired by the Quibbler as a columnist. Later, the column was picked up by the Daily Prophet. Rumors have it that two more newspapers are vying for the syndication rights as well. "My daughter enjoys the ways he 'pokes at the old fuss­pots,'" said another Wizengamot member who also wished to be unnamed. "I had to side with the minister, though. Mr. Twist is attacking our way of life and must be stopped."  Browse Just In Community Forum Betas Story Search Books (/book/)  Harry Potter (/book/Harry­Potter/)  +  ­     Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement (DMLE) was unavailable for comment. However, her department issued a brief statement on her behalf. "The law must be upheld at all costs. We will comply with the wishes of the Wizengamot in pursuing this matter to the fullest extent of the law. Anyone with information about Oliver Twist is asked to contact the DMLE immediately." On the back page of the paper was a small advertisement that read: To All Citizens: The Ministry Library and Hall of Records are closed to the public until further notice. Further, anyone needing copies of records must submit paperwork to the Ministry stating who wants the information, the purpose of the request, and who will have access to said information. Individuals requesting sealed information will also be required to take an oath prohibiting the use of said information for any purpose(s) save that stated. Sharing of this information with any unauthorized person(s) will have severe legal consequences. By order of Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic. 0o0o0o0o0 Albus looked over the students in the Great Hall as many read the announcement. A low grumbling noise could be heard. Many of the pure blood students looked vindicated. Draco Malfoy was looking particularly pompous today. He wore a satisfied smirk and laughed arrogantly every time he heard a muggle­born or Ravenclaw give an indignant squeak.. A glance at the Gryffindor table showed they were as outraged as the others. That didn't look promising. Of all the houses, the Gryffs were the most volatile, plunging head first with little thought for consequences when they took up a cause. And since one half,or better, of their house were muggle­borns and half­bloods, there was going to be trouble. Albus gave a despondent sigh. Life just got more complicated. Severus sneered as he read the article. "Well. That's that!" he said, folding the paper. "How so?" Minerva asked, over her teacup. "If anything, the Wizengamot just validated Mr. Twist's articles! By closing the Hall of Records, Cornelius confirms that the information in Mr. Twist's article was correct." Filius smiled. "The American muggles have a saying, "It's like closing the barn door after the animal has escaped." Severus snorted as he stood. "Well with the Ministry closing ranks, it is going to be difficult to prove, isn't it?" "Only if you don't know where to look," Filius muttered to himself. "Their stupidity knows no bounds!" Snapped Pomona. "They are so terrified of a child's words that they want him arrested for treason? Not even He­Who­Must­Not­Be­Named has earned that kind of a response! I guess what they say is true. . .the truth hurts." 0o0o0o0o Ragnok was relaxing in his private office after a long day of overseeing the chaos caused by Oliver Twist's column. He was just raising a crystal goblet to his lips for a final sip of Goblin whiskey when he was once more interrupted. " My lord Ragnok," a hesitant voice squeaked. " The Mistress of Knowledge is here to speak with you!" "What?" Ragnok almost choked. " Why? Never mind! Show her in immediately." He stood, quickly, spelled his robes clean and waited respectfully for her to enter. His bow was low and reverent as the small cloaked and hooded figure swept into his presence. " Greetings, revered Lady. How may this warrior serve you?" 0o0o0o0 Amelia Bones was beyond pissed. To have her name come up in the Special Edition, and have someone in her own department dare to issue a statement without her knowledge was infuriating! However, picking up a file out of a concealed vault, she smiled. She would deal with her department's leak soon enough. This was more important. She stepped out of her office and announced that she was out for the day and left a set of standing orders. No one was to talk to any reporters and if any information on Mr. Twist did come in, everyone was to sit on it until her return. No one from DMLE was to talk to anyone outside the department, for any reason. If they did, they would be walking a permanent beat at Azkaban, without hazard pay. An hour later found Amelia quietly sipping tea at Number 10 Downing Street as the Prime Minister looked through a file stuffed with reports and newspaper clippings. She was a creature of law, and while a pure­blood, could no longer condone the bigotry and prejudices of the Wizarding World. To condemn a child for treason was unconscionable! She'd tried to persuade the Wizengamot not to go the route they took, but only a handful listened. Now they would have to pay the price for their arrogance. She was not about to let anyone railroad another person into Azkaban without due process, not while she was Department Head of Law Enforcement. "There is more to this, isn't there?" The Prime Minister queried, looking up from the papers he was scanning. "Yes sir. There is." 0o0o0o0 Arthur was worried as he stepped out of the loo. This was wrong on so many levels. People were forgetting the lessons learned when Sirius Black was found to be innocent of all charges after spending twelve years in Azkaban. His contacts told him to sit tight and wait out the storm in silence. "Mr. Weasley?" called a clerk, running towards him. "Yes Marge?" "There's an emergency departmental heads meeting in 30 minutes." "Oh Merlin's name, now what?" 0o0o0o0 Rita Skeeter was in seventh heaven. She had just been handed a license to smear Twist's reputation to the four winds. Any dirt she could find would be published by order of the Ministry under the guise of public safety. He was to be made an example of for 'the greater good.' According to her directive, she had been given license to tag along with the aurors when they questioned the editors of the Quibbler and the Prophet. As stated by this Twist's articles, he's a student currently attending Hogwarts. Someone in that maze of hallways and classrooms should know at least something. Should she wait for the aurors to turn their attention in that direction, or use her animagus form and just hang around? It was amazing the things one could overhear when one was too small to be noticed. 0o0o0o0 Harry was reading a note penned to him from Xeno Lovegood. "If you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it," he whispered to himself. Harry smiled. He was sure he had heard that quote before but not sure where. At least he was safe for the moment. The remedial lessons were easier to bear now that Harry, thanks to Healer Atwaters, had a handle on it. Sure, he was still getting mind raped twice a week, but at least Snape couldn't find what Harry didn't want him to. "Oh there you are!" came a childish sing song voice from a small alcove. "Did the nargles hide you again?" Harry paused, stunned. A slender figure with long blonde hair appeared in front of him wearing Ravenclaw robes. "Hello Harry Potter. Did you lose something too?" she asked in a dreamy voice. "Uh no?" Harry replied, a bit confused. "If you want to view paradise," she said as she turned away. "Simply look around. Don't worry, Daddy will protect you. He's good at that." She started to skip away. "HUH!? What? Who are you?" Harry called after her. "Why, I'm Luna Lovegood." Her breathy voice drifted back to him as she disappeared down the stairs. 

Chapter 19: Pure Blood versus Muggle Born? Harry walked into the library to finish his Charms essay. What he saw made him stop and stare. Hermione Granger was almost buried under a table piled high with books, parchments and pamphlets. Harry was accustomed to seeing her surrounded by books, but to this extent was highly unusual. He knew however, a Hermione on a mission was a scary thing and so he approached warily. Two questions remained, what crusade was she pursuing this time, and how long had she been here? "Hermione? Hermione?" Harry whispered, looking around for the formidable Ms. Pince. "Huh? What?" Hermione blinked up at him, as she put down her quill. "Oh, Harry." "Well! For someone who has been harassing me for weeks about being her friend, you seem annoyed to see me," Harry said, trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice. He sat in a chair beside her, carefully avoiding the pile of books in front of him. "Oh Harry, it isn't that," Hermione said with a sigh. She looked around then whispered. "I'm trying to prove that Oliver Twist is wrong about career choices in the Wizarding World. I mean, Professor McGonagall said I could be anything I wanted, including the future Minister of Magic." "And now?" Harry asked. Hermione looked like she was ready to burst into tears. "Twist was right! In the history of the ministry, no muggle­born has ever risen to the position of Minister. In fact, only one half­blood ever did and that's because he was born to an ancient and noble pure blood house himself, and had the full backing of that House. Why Harry? Why did Professor McGonagall lie to me?" "Have you asked her?" Hermione sighed, rubbed her eyes and shook her head. "I've been afraid to." "Are you a Gryffindor or not, Hermione?" Harry challenged her. "There's nothing wrong with asking questions, it's not illegal." It had come as quite a blow to Harry too, when the Unspeakables had answered his questions about careers in the Wizarding World. According to them, about the only way a muggle­born could get anywhere was to marry into a well to do pure blood family, like his mother had. And according to the goblins, the Potter men had been a law unto themselves. They'd had the political clout and wealth to do whatever they wanted. Unfortunately, now that Harry was the last of his ling and still underage with almost no training in the political arena, the Potter clout was fading away. The goblins blamed Dumbledore more than anyone for that. Harry was pretty sure the old meddler had his own reasons for leaving him so woefully ignorant of his heritage, but he couldn't figure out what they were. The goblins and Lord Peter mentioned something about a prophesy which was being very closely watched, not only by the Unspeakables, but by Dumbledore as well. If Harry wanted to view that prophesy it would have to wait until the Christmas hols when he was away from Hogwarts and Dumbledore's control. "I'm sorry, Hermione," Harry said, bringing his thoughts back to the present. "What for? It isn't your fault," Hermione sniffed, rubbing her eyes. "I'm going to owl my parents with these stastics, they'll probably pull me from Hogwarts. And furthermore, I'm going to advise every other muggle­born in this school to do the same!" 0o0o0o0 The Heads of the Job Placement, Career Management and Ministry Panel were having their own meeting after Fudge threw down the ultimatum. "How many muggle­borns owled you for information?" asked the head of Job placement. "About 378 adults and 38 minors including a very irate muggle­born by the name of Hermione Granger." "Isn't she one of Potter's little friends?" asked the Head of Career Management. "Oh yes," came a reply with rolled eyes. "She wanted to know why she was even given a talk about career opportunities if she wasn't going to get anywhere in the Ministry." "What did you tell her?" "That it was against Ministry policy to give out that information. What Albus Dumbledore says and does to encourage meaningless expectations in his students isn't the fault of this department." "Good one mate. Good one." 0o0o0o0o0 Harry watched as the snow fell from the night sky. It was too cold to really go wandering around tonight. Warming charms and wool socks can only do so much to keep a body warm. He really couldn't sneak out to do any business tonight either. Ron and his dorm mates had decided to have an all­night party. Harry missed discussing things with Lord Peter. He had helped Harry in so many ways. The man may never be the father figure Harry had always longed for, but he has proven trustworthy. Lord Peter had gone so far as asking about Harry's studies, how his time was spent and if there was anything he wanted to discuss outside of their professional relationship. The man had taught Harry so much about the Wizarding World, his duties as a Lord and obligations, protocol, etiquette and law. Lessons that both Dumbledore and Sirius had neglected. Harry could understand Dumbledore's reasons, the old coot wanted to keep Harry under his control, but it was Sirius that Harry couldn't figure out. Unless. . . . Sirius figured Dumbledore had already fulfilled that obligation and there wasn't a need. Hmm, that would take some thought. "Hey Harry! Come join us!" called Seamus.  Browse Just In Community Forum Betas Story Search Books (/book/)  Harry Potter (/book/Harry­Potter/)  +  ­     "Yeah mate! You're missin' out!" laughed Dean. "Aww leave him alone guys. Harry's not into friendships anymore," mumbled a drunken Ron. "He's still pissed that we didn't buddy up to him over the summer." "Well, if a friend promised to write, then didn't, I would be pissed to," said Neville, who was slightly less drunk than the others. "'Specially the way he was locked up." "Not you too, mate! ARGH!" Ron exclaimed. "We coul'n't. Mum 'nnnn Da 'n ol' Wshissker­pussh wou'n't 'low it." "So? Ne'er stopped ya b'for. If my bessh mate was countin' on me. . ." slurred Seamus. Ron threw a pillow at Seamus, who threw it at Dean, who threw it at Neville. Soon there was a full blown pillow fight in progress. Harry got involved when three pillows pounded him at once. Grabbing one, he just had to defend himself. Soon feathers, bits of pillow ticking and fluff flew everywhere. The boys laughed, tearing up the dorm in a rip roaring, drunken brawl. "GREAT CEASAR'S GHOST! What in Merlin's name is going on in here?" shouted Professor McGonagall as she stepped into the dorm. "You would think someone was dying in here from all the ruckus! Explain yourselves!" Seamus tried to hide the rum bottle, as Ron tried the same with his fire­whisky. "Nuthin', p'fessor. We were jusht. . ." Seamus said, pausing only to let out a very loud belch. "Oops!" He snickered sheepishly. "Clean this mess, immediately! And get ready for bed. I will deal with your punishments tomorrow morning." Five boys' voices echoed. "Yes P'fessor McGonagall." 0o0o0o0 The next morning, Harry and his dorm mates appeared in their Head's office. Only Harry and Neville awoke that morning without a headache. The two looked at each other and shrugged. They doubted that anyone was going to get to visit the infirmary this morning, that meant their roommates would just have to live with their hangovers. "I over look many things in my house, even the occasional drunkenness. But when I am awakened out of a sound sleep by a prefect, who had repeatedly, tried to tone down your fun, I draw the line. What do you have to say for yourselves?" Harry and Neville looked at each other. Neither would rat out their dorm mates. However, Ron was a different matter. He couldn't keep his mouth shut. "Aww. . . we was havin' a bit of fun. Tryin' to get Harry to let loose," Ron said, clutching his head. "I see," the professor said, looking over at Harry. "Do you have anything to say, Mr. Potter?" "Professor?" Neville jumped in, before Harry could speak. "Harry only got involved in the fight well after it was started. He was busy watching it snow." "And you Mr. Longbottom?" Neville shrugged. "I was in it for the fun." "I see. Well, 10 points each for disturbing everyone's rest, including mine. You will clean up your dorm without help. And I should let you boys with a hangover deal with it alone and not send you to the Infirmary." Ron, Dean and Seamus groaned in pain. "However, I am not that cruel. You may go to the infirmary after you clean up your dorm. I am sure Madam Pomphrey will have something to say about your condition in very loud voice. You may go," she dismissed them with a smirk. "Mr. Potter, please stay behind." When the door closed behind the last one out, the very stern witch turned to Harry. Her eyes softening a bit, "I understand you are planning to spend Christmas with Sirius, Mr. Potter. Is that right?" "Yes ma'am. He invited me," Harry said. He'd been of two minds about accepting the invitation. He realized it would be expected of him, he just wasn't sure if it fitted into his plans. "I am also informed that he has applied for custody of you. The headmaster isn't too pleased." "I know, Professor. I've already had a talk with the headmaster. He feels Sirius isn't fully recovered from his ordeal and that returning to my aunt's is for the best," Harry said with a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Professor? What do you think?" "What I think isn't important, Mr. Potter. My only concern is knowing that you've thought it out fully and understand just what all is entailed." "Believe me, Professor, I realize that," Harry said. 'Typical,' he thought. 'Why do I even bother asking for advice from her?' "Well, I won't keep you, Mr. Potter." "Thank you Professor." 0o0o0o0 Sirius was enjoying his morning cuppa when his copy of the Quibbler arrived. He was enjoying it more and more as Twist started putting digs into long standing pure blood traditions and bigotry. Opening his copy, Sirius' eyes grew wider as he read. Pure Blood versus Muggle­Born, who will win? Today I came across an interesting sight. Hermione Granger being reamed out by Madam Pince. That's right. The know­it­all of Gryffindor was being lectured about the care of books. And what brought that on? Why me, of course. One thing that our Ravenclawish Gryffindor can't stand is being bested. I knew something that she didn't. From the gossip I heard in passing, she refused to leave the library until she found every bit of information about career placements for muggle­borns. Well, I could've told her that the information wasn't there. The information is in the Hall of Records and in the Ministry Library which, by now, Minister Cornelius Fudge has locked down tighter than Professor Snape's Potion cabinets. I should know, I owled for some information and was told everything had been sealed by order of the Minister. Now, just what is the good Minister afraid of? Hmm? Could this mean that I am right and the Minister just doesn't want to face the truth? Could he be afraid that the muggle­borns would view this as another attempt to control them and keep them second class citizens? Do the muggle­borns know they out populate pure bloods by 12 to 1? That many of their muggle­born kindred are leaving magical Britain and by leaving, they take the future of our magical communities with them? Fact: The birth rate of Muggle­born children, in recent years, out numbers the pure blooded by seven to one. That means for every one pure blood born there are seven muggle borns. Half Blood children also out number the pure­bloods by three to one. These figures do not take into account those children of pure blood families born as squibs. Fact: If one did a heritage test on muggle­borns you would find that they, in fact, have at least several magical or squib ancestors in their family lines. I found this out by querying the Goblins. Not only do they keep self­updating records, they can administer the heritage test ­­ for a small fee, of course. Fact: Test results of performance on practical level exams of Hogwarts students in the past decade show that muggle­born and half bloods, on average, hold more magical power in their core than the pure blood students. Fact: Within pure blood families, the birth rate for squibs and birth defects has risen appreciably in the past century. Again, you can find this out in the Hall of Records. Well you could, but by now, the Minister has sealed off access to all Department Records. I'll let you in on a secret, the Goblins also have these records, they are needed for inheritance purposes, and for a fee you can get a copy of them along with a blood seal assuring their authenticity. In doing the math, I've come up with a very horrifying discovery. The muggle population in Britain, as of the year 1995: Great Britain ranked 20th in world with a muggle population of 58,426,014. As of 1995, the British Wizarding World population numbered less than 75,000. Again, if you don't believe me, ask yourself this: Why is everyone in the ministry so afraid that they have sealed off key areas where this information can be found? These records are a matter of public domain. In other words, you have the right to access them freely. It would seem that our minister has over­stepped his authority. I ask you now, can we afford losing one drop of magical blood no matter its source? Before anyone gets too upset, I must point out that I got most of my information by writing to the International Wizarding Council and the muggle British Census Department. I found it interesting that the IWC too is keeping abreast of Britain's Wizarding World's declining numbers. They haven't gotten involved as it is an internal affair, but as more and more muggle­borns leave Britain to make a better life for themselves, and strengthen their new homelands, the concern grows. ­­Oliver Twist

Chapter 18: The Clock Is Ticking Just where was this Oliver Twist getting his facts? That was on the mind of Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic. His plans for Hogwarts were in jeopardy. The whole fiasco with Umbridge was now proving to be his undoing. He should've sent someone with more Defense knowledge than Delores but no one was more loyal to his cause than her. With Delores now in Azkaban for torturing students with a dark artifact, Cornelius just wanted to destroy someone, anyone. He fantasized about Potter's head, along with Twist's, on a plate, prominently displayed in the Atrium of the Ministry. How dare they question his authority! "Sir?" A red­headed aide stepped into the office nervously. "Yes, Weatherby?" "The Department Heads Meeting is ready, just as you ordered, Sir," Percy Weasley said with a slight frown. He hated being called Weatherby but he was tired of correcting the Minister. There were times when he wondered if Fudge deliberately used the wrong name out of spite. The meeting dragged on as Cornelius had expected. He demanded to know the makeup of each departments staffing, asking in particular for a break down of each position by blood status. He sent Weatherby out in the middle of the meeting for more tea, a calming draught as well as a headache potion. Every department, it seemed, was headed by a pure blood with one exception. Dirk Cresswell, Head of the Goblin Liason Office, who had claimed to be a pure blood had just been found to be muggle­born. Needless to say, he was sacked and imprisoned for falsifying his family tree. However, not many wanted the position anyways, dealing with the goblins was considered beneath most pure bloods. Each department had muggle­borns holding some positions, but nothing above the minor clerk and secretarial level. A press release was hammered out stating that all Ministry employees were hired according to education level and competence. Satisfied with their efforts, everyone went their way. 0o0o0o0 Arthur shook his head as he entered the loo. He understood what Oliver Twist was trying to do with his articles and he was very impressed with the way Twist was trying to promote change within their world. However, everyone knew it would take more than just mere words in a newspaper to bring about true change. He looked down at the sealed file that hadn't been in his hand when he entered. "Looks like another special delivery to the Goblins for Twist," he sighed. He quickly and silently cast a wandless disillusionment spell on the file before he left the stall. Arthur had been shocked the first time he'd been ordered to handle such a delivery. It wasn't difficult, nor even dangerous, simply a ministry employee stopping off on his way home for a withdrawal. After his withdrawal a brief stop at the local market and then home. The disillusioned file was casually left behind for the Goblin teller and Arthur was home free. He did, however, wonder what Croaker was sending Twist. No, not something he was going to dwell on . . . sometimes it was better to remain ignorant. 0o0o0o0 Rita Skeeter was also wondering where this Twist brat was getting his information. She would love to strangle the boy, but not before she'd wrung all the juicy information about his sources from his mind! Her thoughts turned to another annoying brat. She still owed Potter and that mud blood bitch that held her captive for so long. She shuddered at the memory of being trapped in that glass jar. With great care, Rita slipped into her boss' office. She knew she would be fired if she was found going through his desk. She just had to get his notes and files on Twist now that the brat was writing for both papers. Ol' Fudge would pay her double her salary if she could get any dirt on the rabble­rouser. Rita also had a score to settled with Anderson. She couldn't believe the yank bint got her old job so easily. Rita was sure the yank was sleeping with Charles, if only she could prove it, then she would be top reporter again. Not to mention, ol' Cornelius was counting on her to get the dirt. He was in a precarious position right now. It looked like Umbridge was going to take him down with her, heads were going to roll! She carefully opened Lord Charles' desk, wary of any wards he might have used. Nothing! There was nothing here! Rita searched everywhere, even Anderson's desk. There was nothing to go on. Not even a scrap in the bins that mentioned Twist. What in Merlin's name was she going to do now? She'd have to see if either of them took the files home. She wasn't going to give up, she couldn't! This would be the story of a lifetime. She would write an exposé that would reveal Twist to the world! She, Rita Skeeter, was going to have her former position of top reporter back and nothing, not even the truth, was going to stand in her way. 0o0o0o0 Albus Dumbledore staggered from Gringotts bank in shock. The past three hours had shaken him to the core. Ragnok and seven other high ranking Goblins had grilled him mercilessly about his withdrawals from the Founders Vault. Fortunately he had been able to provide enough evidence to prove that he had used most of the monies he withdrew for school expenses and for funding the Tri­wizard Tourney. Hogwarts had hosted two other schools, thereby incurring higher than normal costs. The remaining monies, some 30,000 Galleons, he could not account for as he had used them to fund the Order. He was therefore required to repay that amount to the Founders fund from his own vault. Albus shuddered. Goblins, hardly the friendliest of beings at the best of times, were absolutely terrifying when angered. He stopped for a bracing whiskey at the Leaky Cauldron, or possibly two. When he felt settled enough he apparated back to his office. A poorer but wiser man. 0o0o0o0 Filius Flitwick found his seat at the weekly staff meeting. He looked at his fellow professors. Just about everyone was counting down the month to the Christmas hols. He had been fielding questions and angry comments from his students for the past few days. Albus sighed as he stood to start the meeting. "With all the uproar that the Quibbler and Twist have started, I've come across some disturbing news. Hogwarts' charter is at risk."  Browse Just In Community Forum Betas Story Search Books (/book/)  Harry Potter (/book/Harry­Potter/)  +  ­     "And just why is the charter at risk?" Minerva demanded. "Hogwarts will close if we can not maintain the mandates of the Founders. If we lose the muggle­borns and the half­bloods, we will be in violation of one if not, two of the mandates of our charter. If that happens then Hogwarts will revert back to the heirs," Albus said, closing his eyes for a moment. "And we are already in violation of the third mandate due to ministry interference. " "But the Board of Governors? Cornelius Fudge wouldn't stand for Hogwarts closing," Minerva insisted. Albus sighed. "Nothing the Board or the Ministry can say or do can prevent it. And as it stands, the Ministry is part of the problem." "Are there living heirs?' Minerva asked, concerned. "There are two. Harry Potter and Tom Riddle." "Impossible!" several of the staff exclaimed. "Afraid so," Albus said, in a tired voice. "Does the Potter brat know?" Severus asked, leaning back in his chair. "Fortunately for us, no he doesn't. He hasn't been to Gringotts lately," Albus confirmed. "Which is a good thing." "Why is that Albus?" Filius asked. "Don't you think that the boy deserves to know his heritage?" The Charms Professor sat quietly fuming inside. He didn't like what he was hearing. Albus was putting the whole school at risk with his games. He had remained in the background quietly for years and watched the aged wizard play his many mind games, some were for the betterment of the wizarding world and some not. Filus was furious about the games the headmaster was playing with the life of the Potter boy. Remembering back when Lilly's son first entered Hogwarts, the charms master had been appalled at his first view of the child. Harry was the shortest in his year and looked like an unmade bed. His clothes were several sizes too big and terribly worn. The boy was almost skeletal, but most just saw the baggy clothes, not the body beneath them. He had never agreed with the way Albus had handled the boy's placement or, education. Albus' philosophy of throwing the boy into the deep end and watching to see whether he sinks or swims was wrong. Anyone with half a mind could see that the boy was drowning in a world he knew nothing about. How long before he buckled under the weight being placed on his thin and undersized shoulders? Albus sighed, turning to the rest of the staff. "Anyone have any idea who this Oliver Twist is? Are we no closer to finding anything out?" "Have you any thoughts on who Mr. Twist is? Severus? Someone with your observation skills surely must have noticed something by now?" Pomona Sprout stated. Severus hmphed and sneered. "I have narrowed it down to three possibilities. The person is either a Ravenclaw or a Slythern." "Oh? Why is that? I would have thought Miss Granger would be a candidate? The twins have her down as the odds on favorite," Filius asked, intrigued. Severus sneered. "Well, since Twist has been delighting in tweaking Miss Granger's nose lately, I would have to say she is the wrong gender to begin with. No, for all of the bravado and daring that Twist is showing in publishing his articles, he will not found be in the Lion's House." Severus replied with an arrogant sneer. Minerva huffed and started to speak but Filius wasn't finished. "Indeed Severus. I found several in Minerva's House quite capable of such enterprise." "Name one," Severus sneered as Minerva lunged up with her wand in hand. Filius stood with a huff of indignation, eying his two fuming colleagues. "Albus, I have lessons to grade. If we are going to go over old ground, I'd rather be doing something more useful with my time." Albus blinked as if called back from whatever musing he was contemplating and nodded. "Quite right. Quite right. I was just wondering what else will our Mr. Twist be writing about for his next column?" His face creased in a worried frown, stroking his beard. Filius agreed. " We are all wondering as well. I cannot wait!" 0o0o0o0 Lord Peter looked over the legal brief he had just been handed. Both he and Lord Harry had been wondering when the man would get off his bum and file the necessary paperwork. Although Sirius Black is now a free man, Head of an Ancient and Noble House and Lord Potter's godfather, Lord Peter knew the man wasn't fit to be a parent. The reports of his doings since being declared a free man were proof enough of that. No. Sirius Black would be in for a rude awakening at the hearing if he thought Harry would tamely allow him to have custody after his recent lack of concern. The stack of files that dealt with the young Potter heir was growing as more information came to light. Albus Dumbledore had a lot to answer for. The number of laws he had broken, Wizarding as well as Muggle, was staggering. How could someone with that much power, politically and magically, justify what he did to an innocent baby, a child? One thing was sure, he would have his chance to explain his actions soon. . .in court. 

Chapter 6: Trust Issues?
Emily Anderson blew out her cheeks and huffed in frustration. She'd spent the past three days wading through mountains of files in the
Daily Prophet Archives as well as the Ministry Hall of Records.
The tip from Lovegood was a good one. He'd been right on target. The ministry was trying to bury their mistakes with Sirius Black.
According to Fudge, Black was being blamed for everything, from being a Death Eater to being responsible for the nasty, over­flowing urinal
in the men's loo. Anything and everything, the minister was trying to pin it all on the escapee from Azkaban. According to public opinion it
was working.
When Lord Charles came out of that fateful meeting with the barrister last week, he announced that the Prophet was under new management. The ministry no longer had any real say on what was, or wasn't, printed. Also, under the new policies, all news stories had to
be backed up with solid facts, and hard core evidence. No more quick quote pens were allowed. If you couldn't back it up, then the story, no matter how exclusive, would not be printed. Several reporters already had turned in their resignations, unfortunately Rita Skeeter wasn't
one of them.
Which is why Emily was digging in the files. Lord Charles had given her a week off, with pay, to do some dirt digging. Since the day that
Lord Flinchley­whatever came into the offices of the Prophet on behalf of the primary stockholder, Lord Charles had been looking more like
his old self. Emily was quite pleased with the shake up since Rita was demoted to the garden columns. The news reporting was now less
biased towards gossip and dealt more with the real issues.
Rita was finding herself with more and more trivial garden club assignments than actual hard core journalistic stories. The rumor mill had it
that Rita was out for blood, anyone's blood. If it was Harry Potter's, even better. She didn't like her new assignments, even if they were more her style of writing.
Which is why Emily was now digging in the Hall of Records. She was looking for everything pertaining to the Potters and Blacks that wasn't
classified. So far, she was coming up with nothing. No will was on file for the Potters. Strange, as the Potters, a wealthy ancient and noble
house, knew that the Dark Lord was hunting them so they had to have a will made up to protect the interests of their infant son, Harry.
There wasn't even proof of guardianship arrangements for their son that she could find.
All this smacked of a cover up, but how to go about proving it?
0O0o0o0
Harry was getting used to the small amount of sleep he'd been getting since his return to the Wizarding World. At least once a week,
around midnight, he would port­key to Gringotts for a meeting with his advisers, Lord Peter and Director Ragnok. Both were very helpful in
their advice on Harry's legal and financial dealings.
Harry however, had been looking over some law books and had a question for both. Tomorrow would be his fifteenth birthday. So he felt it
was only fitting to ask this question.
"So hypothetically," Harry queried in the meeting the night before his birthday, "If three government bodies declared, for legal purposes, a minor to be an adult in such a way that it became public record, would said minor, due to the precedence set, be considered an adult in the
eyes of the law?"
"What do you mean, Lord Harry?" Lord Peter asked, a bit stunned by the question.
"Well, let me put it this way," Harry said. "Say a fourteen year old boy's name came out of a magical artifact that had a magical age
restriction of seventeen on it, and yet said authority figures in charge required said underage teen to honor the magical contract without the
written permission of parent or guardian–would that constitute acknowledging the teen in question as a legal adult? Then, the same fourteen
year old boy, was brought before the whole Wizengamot for violation of underage magic use and was tried as an adult. Would this mean
said fourteen year old could be considered an adult in the eyes of the ministry? After all, the Supreme Mugwump and member of the ICW,
the Minister and the Wizengamot themselves, acknowledged said fourteen year old as an adult in their eyes."
Harry looked at both men, as they sat frozen in stunned silence. As he leaned back in his chair, he wondered if he had broken them?
Lord Peter looked at Harry then over at Ragnok. Stroking his chin, the aged barrister pondered for a moment. "I would have to double
check your findings but I would say it would be a fair assumption. However, I would caution you, neither the Minister or the Headmaster
would allow you to be emancipated so easily."
Harry gave a nod of agreement. "Honestly, if people keep putting me in adult situations, don't you think I should have the right to be
considered an adult in the eyes of the law and all that it would entail such as protecting myself with magic if necessary? That is why I would
like both you, Lord Peter and Director Ragnok, to be my guardians and or advisers until I reach adult age even if I am emancipated."
"Lord Harry," Ragnok interjected. "If you give up your minor status, you could lose certain privileges as a minor. You would have to accept
all the consequences that went with being an adult."
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Harry snorted. "Being a minor didn't help me much last year, now did it? I still had to compete in that bloody tournament. And I still got
slapped for defending myself and my cousin from those bloody dementors which just 'happened' to wander away from Azkaban."
"True," Lord Peter said. "But why Ragnok and myself? And not say ­­ the Weasleys? Or your godfather, Sirius Black?"
"I have given this much thought over the summer, as I had nothing else to do while at my relatives," Harry explained, rubbing a hand
across his forehead. "Sirius is still on the run from the Ministry. Although with the last few articles and probes from both the Quibbler and
the Prophet, that might soon change," Harry sighed, still running a hand through his already messy hair. "Arthur and Molly Weasley are too much under Dumbledore's thumb. No. They all expect me to fight their battles for them, but I need someone that will fight for me and only
for me. No one else ever has until I met you both."
0o0o0o0
Hermione was frustrated. Harry had changed. She could see it but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong. Couldn't he
understand that Dumbledore himself, told them not to contact him because it wasn't safe? It had been for his own good, but Harry refused
to see that Dumbledore was only trying to protect him.
Harry's birthday party was a noisy explosion of fun, laughter and mayhem. Now that the party was over and everyone had gone, Harry had
retreated into himself once again. So it wasn't any surprise she found Harry sitting in the library, reading. Ron and the twins were off
somewhere doing something for Molly.
"Harry?"
"Yes Hermione?"
She sat down beside him. "What's wrong? You've been avoiding Ron and me since you got back."
Harry sighed and closed his book. Turning to face his friend, he said, "Nothing is wrong, Hermione."
"But we are your friends. You shouldn't shut us out."
"Shut you out? Don't you think you've got it backwards?"
"What do you mean?"
Harry shook his head. "I was stuck at the Dursleys, Hermione. Dumbledore took Hedwig away. He said it wasn't safe. My friends decided I
wasn't worth the trouble it took to write. You didn't even try to keep in touch with me, forgot how to use a phone? Do you know how that made me feel?"
"Oh Harry," she said, rolling her eyes. "Not this again."
Harry sighed, slamming his book closed, and stood. "Yes, this again. So tell me Hermione, which is more important to you, doing what is
right or what is easy?"
"And what is right, Harry? Dumbledore said it wasn't safe to contact you."
Harry sighed and shook his head. "If you say so, Hermione. I thought you were my friend. Tell me, are you telling him everything I do? Do
you report when I eat, sleep and go to the loo, too?"
"Harry James Potter!" She shouted indignantly. "I would never spy on you!"
"But if you thought I was holding back information that Dumbledore wanted, you would tell him. All for the Greater good, right?" he snarled.
She huffed, standing.
"Right Hermione?"
She let out a growl and stomped off.
0O0o0o0
Sirius Black was feverishly writing a letter that he hoped would free him, at Harry's urging. Since the Quibbler was doing so many pieces on
his lack of trial record, he had been corresponding with Madam Bones' office, through Gringotts. The goblins were well known for their
neutrality. He wasn't completely insane, no matter what the Prophet had written about him in the past.
It hadn't taken much to send certified copies of pensieve memories of himself, Harry's and Hermione's memories along with sworn blood
oath statements about his innocence. This last letter was a gamble.
Gringotts had offered a private room as neutral ground. Sirius would give himself up to Goblins only if the trial would be held under their
supervision. It would cost him a pretty knut, but was well worth the effort if he could win his freedom. Gringotts' well­known neutrality
would work in Sirius' favor. He was too afraid that Fudge and his administration would sabotage the deal and bring in the dementors before
he could open his mouth. He was well aware of Fudge's mandate to be Kissed on capture.
Sirius could only thank this Oliver Twist and the Quibbler for this chance. He didn't know who this student was and wondered if had been
Harry, the boy was the son of a Marauder after all. However, all of the evidence pointed to a Ravenclaw with a bit of Slytherin in him or her. Who cares? He would name his first born after this kid if he got free!
0o0o0o0
Albus Dumbledore sighed as he pondered this latest development. He felt bad that he'd been a party to sending Sirius to Azkaban without a
trial, but all the evidence pointed to his guilt. For the Greater Good, it was necessary to get Sirius out of the way as the man would not go
along with his plans for Harry. As head of the Wizengamot, Albus could've pushed for a trial last year when new evidence was uncovered
but he still needed Harry with his relatives for the boy's own safety. Now this push for Sirius' acquittal was threatening to undo years of
hard work.
His thoughts turned to this Oliver Twist. Just who is this boy? He had to be a muggle born student. Maybe Ravenclaw by the writing. There
were muggle borns in that house that had, in the past, loudly questioned how the Wizarding World ignored basic tenets of British law.
Dumbledore would have to ask Filius when he returned to Hogwarts. 'Perhaps,' Albus mused, 'he will have some thoughts as to who this
student could be.'
It was surprising to him just how many were reading that rag and believing the letters. Most people usually dismissed the Quibbler as Xeno
usually focused on the absurd. The aged headmaster couldn't forbid his staff or the Order members to read the newspaper. Xeno was very
good at printing Death Eater activities as well as passing messages to allies in code for him. Plus the crosswords were ingeniously clever,
and made a good lining for Fawkes' perch.
0o0o0o0
Dobby popped in silently as Harry was reading while Ron slept nearby. "Letter for you's, Master Harry sir," he said quietly, handing over an
envelope with Xeno Lovegood's seal on it.
"Thanks Dobby. Remember, you can't be seen," Harry whispered, looking nervously over at Ron.
"No worry, Master Harry, sir," Dobby reassured him. "Your Wheezy won't wakes. Dobby makes sure that." Harry smiled and thanked his
friend.
Dear Mr. Twist,
I am writing to you personally to let you know that my subscribers list has almost tripled since you started writing to me. Although it is more work than I can possibly handle alone, I am pleased that so many are now enjoying my humble publication.
Therefore, I wish to offer you gainful employment as a regular columnist with your own by­line. Also, I wish to pass on the many responses
I have received from your delightful letters. Be assured, no howlers will be sent to you. I have wards that destroy any howlers before
arrival without harm to myself or any owl that has the unfortunate task of delivering one.
I also reassure you that your privacy and anonymity will be respected. If you are interested, please contact me and give me the name of
your account manager so that I can set up an account in your pen name.
As always, I look forward to your next thought provoking letter.
Xeno Lovegood
Quibbler Editor­in­Chief

Chapter 7: The Beginnings of a Beautiful Relationship
Dear Mr. Lovegood,
I accept your offer. Enclosed is my first article. If it doesn't meet your standards, please let me know and I will rework it.
Also enclosed is the number of my vault under the name of Oliver Twist. Please remit all payments to Gringotts as I would like to remain
anonymous. This way we are both protected as you only know me my my pen name. I hope this will prove as protection for you from
ministry harassment and is not too much of an inconvenience for you.
I look forward to a long and interesting career working for your newspaper.
Oliver Twist
0o0o0o0
Harry smiled as he watched the landscape go whipping by. He was sure that by now that Mr. Lovegood had received his letter and his
column. He had, at first, been worried that he'd given away too much information in his last published letter. However, for some reason, it
seemed to have gone over everyone's head.
'I guess it just goes to show that wizarding society needs someone to do their thinking for them,' Harry thought with a mental snort.
Sitting across from him was a blonde haired girl reading the Quibbler upside down. Hermione and Ron had left the compartment to go to a
prefects' meeting. In Harry's opinion, making Ron a prefect was one of the more asinine ideas the staff of Hogwarts had. Then again, it
probably wasn't the staff, more like Dumbledork ­er­ Dumbledore rewarding the Weasleys for their blind obedience.
Don't get him wrong, he liked Ron – up to a point. Ron protected Harry from their more over zealous classmates for which Boy­Who­Lived
was grateful but not that grateful. Again in Harry's opinion, Neville would make a better prefect than Ron Weasley ever could. He wondered
how long before McGonagall pulled his badge. 'Probably for fighting, what with that temper of his,' he mused.
The train ride did nothing to ease Harry's mind about the upcoming term. If anything, it was undoubtedly going to be business as usual.
Hard telling what kind of a 'test' the Headmaster had planned for this year. If past years were any indication, it'll be a near death
experience as usual. How near was any one's guess.
0o0o0o0
Exiting the train, Harry hurried to an open carriage. He hesitated before entering it. For the first time he could see what kind of a creature
usually pulled the carriages to Hogswarts. Now that was freaky.
0o0o0o0
Filius Flitwick sipped his tea as he mentally sighed. He had several things he needed to finish before the students arrived, and here he was,
stuck in yet another of one of Albus' "let's get on the same page" staff meetings.
". . .Of course, this Twist is a Ravenclaw," Severus Snape, the resident Potions master snarked, breaking into the diminutive Charms
Master's thoughts.
"And why do you think that?" Filius asked, finally taking an interest in the topic at hand.
"Well, for one, it can't be a Gryffindor as they are not thinkers, and for the most part are barely literate," Severus sneered causing Minerva
to huff.
Severus smirked at her as he continued. "Now don't deny it, you old tabby. We all know that your little lions are not capable of questioning
anything, much less writing about it coherently. They tend to leap before they think."
"Well, there is Miss Granger. . . " Pomona started to say.
"Oh please," he interrupted with a roll of his eyes, "that little know it all does not question anything coming from an authority figure. And
everything she reads, she takes as gospel. It stands to reason that this Twist is a Ravenclaw. I am sure that Filius would back me on this."
"Don't get me involved in this discussion," Filius said. "I really do not care who Twist is. I applaud any student that questions the world
around them. It is a sign of an inquisitive mind and should be encouraged rather than slapped down."
"Then he, or she, is not a Ravenclaw?" Albus asked.
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Filius shrugged taking a sip of his tea. "I did not say that. I said I really don't care who Twist is. Be they a Ravenclaw or not, the questions
being asked need answers and I commend whoever is brave enough to ask them."
The meeting went on to other things. Finally, everything covered, hashed and re­hashed until it was down to a couple of hours before the
train was due to arrive.
'Thank Merlin that this is over with,' Filius thought as he hurried to leave. 'Honestly, doesn't anyone pay attention to the essays that are
turned in around here? Students rarely change their writing style over night.'
The Charms Professor found Twist's letters intriguing and their tone somewhat familiar. It had taken him several letters before he had
narrowed it down to who he felt was writing as Oliver Twist, but he wasn't about to say anything. Plus there was the clue in the pen name
as well. Oliver Twist was a well­known and well loved character in muggle literature. This alone was enough to point towards a muggleborn
or muggle­raised.
After all, it wasn't his place to identify the writer and frankly, he agreed with his goblin brethren. The Wizarding World, in his opinion,
needed a good shaking up.
0o0o0o
While the Hogswart Express huffed its way through the midlands of England on its way north, Lord Peter strode purposefully through the
Halls of the Ministry. He was on a mission and he really did not want to be intercepted or deterred.
His first stop would be at the Children's Wizarding Services. He would need a copy of Lord Harry's file before he met with Madams
Marchbanks and Bones. If everything went well, then the first step of the emancipation of Lord Harry James Potter would be well on its
way. By the time Lord Peter was finished, the exalted, at least in his own mind, Albus Dumbledore would be unable to say or do anything
about it.
0o0o0o0
Xeno Lovegood looked over the final draft and was well pleased with Oliver's first article. The theme was perfect for the fall opening of
Hogwarts.
Today, it is with great pleasure that we, here at the Quibbler, now publish Oliver Twist's first column under his own by line. We hope to see many great things from this inquiring young journalist. ­­Xeno Lovegood, Editor­in­Chief.
Reflections on a New School Year
by Oliver Twist
As the Hogwarts Express barrels through the English countryside towards a new school year, I find myself anxious about what lies ahead. I
noticed that all my friends are excited for the term to start, but I have to wonder. . .
The professors, are they ready for us this year? I hope so. I know I am ready for the term to start.
Who will be our new DADA instructor, will they be competent? If so it will be a pleasant surprise. Last year's was supposed to be a retired
auror, but rumor has it, he was a former Death Eater. The bloke was strange to say the least, and taught us some highly illegal spells. He
even demonstrated all three unforgivables in class! And then, he even turned a student into a ferret.
Will our next DADA professor have a Master's in Defense, or at least an 'O' level N.E.W.T in the subject? Will he or she be competent
enough to teach us. Will we be subjected to incompetence again? One can only hope not. Believe it or not, in the past five years, we have
had only one competent instructor only to have him fired for being a werewolf at the end of the year.
Speaking of learning, did you know that in order to teach all the major core classes (Transfiguration, Charms, Potions and Defense), the
professors must have either a masters in their chosen fields or at least O's in their N.E.W.T.S?
If you look at the scores and percentage rates of the three top magical schools in Europe versus the top three magical schools in the United
States, you will note that the schools in Europe come out second best. Don't believe me? Owl the International Wizarding Council. They have
all the records. Hogwarts ranks 4th, followed by Beauxbaton then Durmstrang. The top school in the world is in Japan.
As we near Hogwarts, my thoughts also turn to Potter. He always seems to come back thinner and more haggard each year. For someone
who is supposed to be from an old pureblood family, he doesn't seem to care how he presents himself.
Last year, the so dubbed Golden Trio seemed to be splitting at the seams. Will they come back together now that two of the three are
prefects or will it divide them further?
I want to thank Mr. Lovegood for allowing me the chance to ask these questions and to point out my observations of the Wizarding World.
However, it also has me wondering why no one else has spoken up in the past

Chapter 8: Fall Out
Lord Charles read the latest edition of the Quibbler and smirked. It was the best thing he ever did was passing on Oliver Twist's letter. The
Quibbler gave him the chance to ask the forbidden questions the Prophet could not under the political climate at that time. It had been a
proud moment when he took over as Editor in Chief of the Prophet, but that moment didn't last long.
With the death of the Potters and their political and financial influence, the Prophet slowly fell to the machinations and power of the ministry. Gone were the tenets and principles espoused by the Potters in all their business dealings. Without their influence as major stockholders,
the Prophet became little more than the Ministry's mouthpiece. Thank Merlin, that has now changed.
When Fudge threatened to shut the Prophet down for not following Ministry guidelines, he was confronted in the atruim of the Ministry by
the Prophet's barristers and was slapped with a lawsuit for interfering with a private business. Cornelius Fudge couldn't close down the
newspaper as the ministry didn't have controlling shares to do so, nor he prove malfeasance on the part of the Prophet. The rather public
confrontation and ensuing embarrassment was enough for Fudge to beat a hasty retreat back to his office, legal papers clutched in a sweaty
fist.
Picking up a quill, Lord Charles penned a note to his rival editor, Xeno Lovegood. This Oliver Twist was a breath of fresh air. As the editor of
the Prophet, and a journalist to the bone, it was his duty to join the hunt and fan the flames of revolution the Quibbler had ignited.
0o0o0o0
The great hall was buzzing. At the Ravenclaw table, Luna Lovegood passed out copies of the Quibbler to any students who wanted it. All
throughout the Great Hall, many were seen reading the strange periodical in one hand and eating with the other. Several scoffed at the rag
but more students seemed to be nodding their heads in agreement. If one was paying attention, they would noticed that most of those who
were nodding were muggle borns. A couple of the 'Claws had family in management and statistical research. They knew where to find the
data needed to prove or disprove Twist's statements. The owls would be busy tonight, that is if the headmaster didn't lock down the owlery.
Harry munched quietly on a piece of toast as he listened to the conversation around him. A copy of the Quibbler was glued to Hermione's
face. Thankfully, Dobby knew better than to deliver Harry's copy in front of so many witnesses.
"What! I can't believe this," she was muttering. "This can't be right! You mean to tell me my parents are paying for a second rate education!
I could've been prepping for an Uni degree for what they are paying for here!"
"What are you on about, 'Mione?" Ron asked through a mouthful of eggs. "What in Merlin's name are you yakking about now?"
With an angry snap of her copy of the Quibbler, she hissed. "I, for one, was told that Hogwarts was the premier magical school in the world.
This says otherwise, and if it is true, Hogwarts misrepresented itself and opened itself up for legal action."
"Harry!?" Ron whinged, spitting bits of his breakfast across the table. "Has she gone mental?"
"How!? How did he know we made prefect?" she stammered. "We didn't know until a week before the train."
Harry leaned back in his chair, brushing off the half­chewed bits. "Leave me out of it, mate. It's getting late. I have to get to class. Ask one
of the Ravenclaws if you aren't sure. They get off on such things." Harry shrugged at Hermione as he gathered up his bag. "Maybe he wrote
it on the train and saw you two patrolling?"
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Filius Flitwick was well pleased with his house. Ravenclaws were research driven, but they also knew that logic isn't the be­all and end­all
of a problem. Given time, he knew that he would be reading research papers based on today's Quibbler article. He chuckled quietly to
himself. They should prove interesting reading.
At the other end of the head table, Severus Snape viciously balled up the Quibbler, crunching it tightly. "How dare they print such blatant
rubbish! How dare that impertinent brat infer that instructors of this school are incompetent?" To all seated at the Head Table, it seemed
that the potions master took personal exception to the claims in Twist's article.
"Severus, my boy," Albus said, looking up from his morning treat of lemon curds and scones. "What ever is the matter?"
"Have you even looked at this..this..rag Albus? Twist has gone too far! He dared imply Hogwarts gives its students an inferior education!"
Severus frothed in absolute rage.
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"Oh Severus, calm yourself. I hardly think people will take a child's scribblings seriously." Minerva McGongall said as she looked up from
her copy of the Quibbler. "Unless it hit a nerve? Tell me Severus, how many of your little snakes, or their parents, do you think will come to
you to complain about the quality of education their children are getting here? Hogwarts has been a world leader among wizarding schools
since it was built."
What are you implying?" Severus snarled.
"Only that this is becoming a, 'Tempest in a Teapot', and I hardly think it is worth the energy you expend ranting about it." Minerva huffed,
giving her copy a snap with her wrist as she returned to her reading.
"Now, now," Albus interjected. "Classes will be starting soon, don't you think it's time you get to them? Mustn't keep our students waiting in
the Halls."
"Hem, hem," a toad­like woman cleared her throat. "Personally, I refuse to read such blatant filth. The Minster is very anxious to discover
the identity of this Oliver Twist. His lies are causing problems, and I think the good Professor has every right to be upset," she simpered in
a little­girl voice while smiling sweetly at Severus.
"I am sorry my dear," Albus said affably. "We have no clue who Mr. Twist is. We do believe he is either a muggle­born, or has muggle
connections. We suspect he is a Ravenclaw but Filius . . ."
"I object, Albus," Filius jumped in, standing. "For all we know he could be a Hufflepuff or Slytherin. I see no reason to accuse my House
without proof!"
"None of my Slytherins wrote this garbage," Severus interjected from his end of the table. "Only a Ravenclaw would spout statistics. . ."
Sensing an impending explosion from Flitwick, Madam Sprout broke in, "I wonder if Mr. Potter could have written this?"
Severus snorted. "Please! Potter couldn't write his way out of a cauldron. He is a mediocre student at best and lacks the vocabulary to have
written these articles."
'His parents were highly intelligent," Filius muttered as he turned to leave. "As much as I would like to finish this discussion, I have a class
in 15 minutes. If you will excuse me. . . "
"He is right," Minerva said, sounding a bit disappointed and a mite sad. "James and Lily Potter were gifted wizards. Harry just doesn't seem
to measure up to them."
"Thank Merlin," Severus muttered as he stood to leave.
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Harry watched the sun sinking into the west as he sat alone by the lake. In his hand was the tiny walkman that he and Dobby had charmed
to tape the Head Table during breakfast and lunch. He replayed the professors' conversations and smirked. So far, his plan was working.
They were totally clueless, although Professor Flitwick sounded like trouble.
It was too bad that the Wizarding World was so blind and couldn't see their nose to spite their face. Well,I did shake up Hermione's world, maybe she'll come out of her books and shake hands with reality.
He looked up at the glorious colours that painted the evening sky. Lord Peter had come through for him once more. A hearing to sue for
Harry's emancipation was scheduled during the Christmas hols. Professor Dumbledore still hadn't a clue about it and Harry hoped it
remained that way. A letter would be sent to the headmaster and Sirius at the last possible moment leaving them no time to thwart Lord
Peter's efforts. They didn't need any mishaps.
Harry was torn when it came to his friends. Maybe he should forgive them? He was pretty sure he'd be called up to the Headmaster's Office
relatively soon, on some pretext, and lectured on the ability to forgive. After all, everyone deserved a second chance, didn't they? Oh yeah,
right. He could hear it all now.
Dobby popped in to hand Harry another letter. Seeing it was from Mr. Lovegood, Harry glanced around before he opened it.
"No one is around, Master Harry Potter, Sir," the house elf said. "I'se a good elf and made sure you would not be disturbed," Dobby said
with a conspiratorial smile.
"Thank you Dobby. Has my request for more information about Delores Umbridge been delivered to Lord Peter?"
"Yes, Master Harry Potter, Sir. He says he will get back to you'se soon as he can."
"Thank you, Dobby." Harry dismissed his friend and turned his attention to the envelope in his hand. A small note and a larger letter fell
from it when he opened it.
"Oliver," the note read, "this was sent to me, asking that I forward it on to you. I have checked it for tracking as well as portkey and hexing
spells. It is a legitimate offer. I would advise you to think well on it. ­­ Xeno Lovegood."
Harry gave a puzzled look at the other letter that had fallen out of the envelope.
Dear Mr. Twist,
Your first column was an eye opening article. In the past, I have been forced to reject many articles written by fellow Ravenclaws. They did
not meet the Ministry's enforced mandates and so could not be published. The Ministry refuses to face facts, the world has moved on
around us while we stagnate in the mire of tradition and ignorance.
From your letters and article published in the Quibbler, I am assuming that you are a fellow Ravenclaw. Your writings are well thought out
and to the point. I have double­checked your facts and, sadly, found them to be accurate.
Now as to why I am writing to you. Recent events have freed some very disturbing restraints that were placed on the Daily Prophet. We are
now under new management and the Ministry no longer has complete control on what we may, or may not, publish. Our new policy decrees
that, 'all articles written for the Prophet must be backed up with hard core facts and evidence'. Something that has been lacking in the
recent past.
Therefore, after reading your first by­line with our competitor and checking with your facts, I wish to offer you a chance to write for us as
well. For the same fee and consideration that you are getting from the Quibbler, we would also like to run your articles.
You do not have to answer right now but we at the Daily Prophet would like to hear from you.
Sincerely
Lord Charles Witherspoon
Editor In Chief
The Daily Prophet
Harry read the letter over three times. It wasn't a joke. Maybe his plan would work after all.

Chapter 9: Fools or Slaves? Dolores Umbridge quickly established her power base within the school. Everyone was terrified of her, even the professors seemed to fear for their jobs. They seemed to be oblivious to what was going on, but Harry doubted that. Come on, from what Harry knew the portraits and ghosts were terrible gossips. All one had to do was listen. Harry knew, with his continuing insistence on Voldemort's return and the Ministry's strident denial of the same,it would only be a matter of time before she tried to have him expelled. She'd had him in detention for over a week now and term had just started. His hand really hurt. The quill she made him use to write his lines didn't use ink. It actually gouged the lines into the back of his hand magically as he wrote on the parchment, causing the words to appear in his own blood. The writing was now etched so deeply into the back of his hand that Harry left each detention with a bloody rag tightly wrapped around it, trying to stem the flow of blood until he could get to his dorm and bandage it properly. Harry knew he wasn't the only one to have detention with her and he was furious to think that other, possibly younger, students were being tortured as well. She seemed to be targeting anyone who wasn't a pure blood. Well, he would see about that. He needed to do some very discrete research before he could take steps. 'Wonder just what the wizarding world would think?' he mused painfully. 'A Ministry appointed teacher using an instrument of torture on sweet, innocent students? Maybe Oliver will have to question it.' His smirk was hidden by the shadows in the hall as he made his way to the Gryffindor dorm. 0o0o0o0 Three weeks later, he was in the back of the library, beside him was his invisibility cloak and the Marauders map. Harry was in hiding. Since the first day of the new term almost a month ago, someone was always with him. He rarely got any time to himself and the only way he could was to sneak away. It was only very late at night or when he could sneak away that he could work on some papers that Lord Peter had sent him, plus look over his bank statement from the Goblins. Like he was doing tonight. He really wished he didn't have to sneak but what else could he do? His 'minders', usually Ron and Hermione, stuck to him like lint on black wool. It was driving him crazy, and if they thought their clinging presence would drive him to forgive them, not bloody likely! If anything it was pushing them even farther apart. Still, there was an upside....he had a ready made alibi when people went looking for Oliver Twist! One supplied by the Headmaster himself! Harry knew his mail was being screened. Thankfully, he had arranged that mail drop with Dobby as courier last spring. Harry would've been screwed otherwise. He was still peeved that Dumbledore was keeping him ignorant of Wizarding Customs. However, the young wizard was no fool even if he was forced to play one. Lord Peter was filling that gap in Harry's education quite nicely. The Sorting Hat knew what it was doing when it said Harry would do well in the House of the Snakes. It was going on midnight when Harry finished up his paperwork. He just had one more thing to do. Rubbing gently across his freshly scarred hand, Harry wrote a complaint to Lord Peter and one to the Goblins. It was illegal to use a dark artifact, such as a blood quill, on anyone under the age of 17and even then it was only used to sign very important documents. Madam Dolores Umbridge was a Ministry Official and as such she should know the law better than most. Harry also provided date, time and incident documentation to further his complaint. Picking up another blank parchment, Harry began to work on his column for this week. He was thankful his column came out only once a week. He didn't think he could, at this time, handle a daily one ­­ too many ways for him to get caught. Thankfully, his deadline was Tuesdays, with a copy of the column from Xeno going to the Prophet for publication a day later. He'd signed a contract with the Prophet, at the beginning of the school term, allowing them to carry his columns. However, while they were his secondary publisher, they would have to print the columns one day later as the Quibbler had an exclusive contract. The contract called for the same fee from the Prophet as that paid by the Quibbler. Harry enjoyed the fact that he was paying himself and not getting caught! 0o0o0o0 A week later, after breakfast, Dolores Umbridge was enjoying a second cup of tea in her office. Dozens of pictures of cats in all forms and sizes lined her office walls, most were dozing peacefully. One or two were slowly stretching and yawning. The toad­like woman smiled at her treasures. 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Is the Charter of Hogwarts Being Ignored? In my foraging for an essay for my charms class, I came across an interesting book. It was a slim, worn and ragged volume tucked away and hidden on a shelf of forgotten volumes. It had been hand written by Helena Ravenclaw, the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw, imagine that! One would think the school would take better care of its heirlooms. To get back to the topic at hand. Did you know that she states the charter of Hogwarts has three basic mandates and they may never be over ridden or changed? According to the charter, if these mandates are not met, control of Hogwarts reverts to the founders' heir(s). These mandates are: 1) No student, no matter how prestigious the blood line, pure, half or muggle born, shall be denied an education. Education is a right, not a privilege. 2) All instructors shall not, regardless of house affiliation, blood status, or familial relationship, favor one student over another. All students are equal while attending Hogwarts. 3) The Headmaster and the school instructors shall teach all aspects of their subject, be it Dark or Light Magic. Magic is about intent, and any magic can be used to harm. Teaching students to know that it is their intent which makes magic 'light', or 'dark' dispels misconceptions and separates myth from fact. I have to wonder. How has Hogwarts drifted so far from these ideals? I mean, look at how the feud between the Gryffindors and Slytherins is so out of hand. It has reached the point where hexes are not uncommon in the halls between classes. And the tension is only escalating, what with the Headmaster putting these two houses together in class after class in a futile attempt to "promote inter­house unity". The professors are doing more refereeing in class some days than teaching if their complaints are any indication. Also, since when are dark artifacts allowed in the castle to be used on students for punishment? I would not have known about it if I hadn't walked into two students rubbing their bloody hands and crying. They had deep gouges on the backs of their hands that were dripping blood. When asked, they said they had detentions with a professor and this was the result. They were too terrified to give the name of the instructor, but it wasn't hard to figure out if one just followed the drops of blood to the source. It would seem this professor has detention students write lines with a 'special' quill. What is most surprising is that the Headmaster is allowing this, in the ­­ " Safest place in wizarding Britian". Especially since his golden boy, Potter, seems to be getting an excessive amount of detentions this year with particular professor. I've even seen the Gryffindor rub his hand a few times. Surely these students are writing home about this? I know if my parents found out that someone was using a dark object on me, they would be up in arms. Don't believe me? All you have to do is check the message boards in the common rooms. They list all detentions, time, student and with whom it must be served. And what makes things worse, why aren't the Heads of Houses doing something about it? According to the rules, they are to be notified when one of their students gets a detention. Again, I am not naming names, libel laws and all. Wait! Are there libel laws in the Wizarding World? From some of the articles I've seen in the Prophet, libel is a foreign word to the Wizarding World. However, getting back on topic, I have compiled a list of students that have had detentions this term. It lists the infraction, student name, professor involved and date and time of detention. If there is enough of a demand I could supply this list to the Quibbler and the Prophet. I will leave it up to more mature heads to decide if it gets published or not. Write and let me know. Lastly, I don't know how much longer I will be allowed to write this column. A movement to suppress the Quibbler, and therefore me, is being conducted here at Hogwarts. I know I now share my column with the Quibbler and the Daily Prophet, so while I must be getting on someone's nerves, they'll have to go after the Prophet as well. I guess what the muggle Claude Adrien Helvetius says is true. "To limit the press is to insult a nation; to prohibit reading of certain books is to declare the inhabitants to be either fools or slaves." Don't know who Helvetius is? Ask a muggle born. They had to study him in primary school. ­­Oliver Twist 0o0o0o0 The noise in the hallway outside Madam Umbridge's office came to a completely halt when a very loud screech echoed along its walls. Severus Snape who happened by on his way to the Great Hall for breakfast paused. Madam Umbridge wrenched open her door and stormed past him not even acknowledging his presence. The imposing professor raised his eyebrow but said nothing as a small smirk ghosted along his lips. He didn't like the toad woman. Anything to ruin that woman's day just made his. He continued in her wake with a lighter step

Chapter 10: Like Mother Like Son An emergency staff meeting was held that Wednesday evening after dinner. Everyone attended except Dolores Umbridge, who had spent the day at the Ministry trying to mollify Fudge and get the Quibbler banned. "Albus? Could this Twist be right? Is someone using a dark artifact on our students?" Pomona Sprout asked, looking warily at Minerva McGonagall, who was sitting beside the Headmaster, stewing over what was printed about her. "I am not sure. The wards for the school should make that impossible without warning me at the very least." Albus said, with a sigh. "Mr. Twist made it quite obvious at whom he was pointing the finger of negligence." Severus Snape sneered. "Just how did Mr. Twist find a copy of Helena Ravenclaw's book? I seem to remember it was reported missing over five years ago." "Well, it looks like it has been found, doesn't it?" Filius asked, sipping his tea. "And if it was found where he claimed, then one must really wonder just how many other historical volumes have been, 'lost' or misplaced." "Where is Dolores? Shouldn't she be here?" Pomona asked barging into the conversation. "Poppy? How many students came to you after her detentions?" Albus asked, ignoring her question for the moment. "None, Albus," Poppy reported. "Although Hermione Granger did come to me asking for essence of Murtlap last week." "Did she say who it was for?" Albus frowned over his teacup at her. "No, but then she didn't have to. I knew it was probably for Mr. Potter. Poor child, he hates coming to me for anything." "Well, can you blame him?" Pomona snorted. "Did he come to you about his detentions Minerva?" Albus asked with some concern in his voice. Minerva sighed. "Yes, he did, but only on one occasion." "Well? What did he say, and how did you handle it...?" Albus quizzed. "I didn't give him time to say much of anything. I had been dealing with another one of the twins' pranks and he caught me at a bad time," Minerva said, trying to excuse herself. She didn't look happy. "I simply told him to keep his head down and try to avoid further conflict with Madam Umbridge." "So you dismissed his complaint out of hand?" Severus sneered. " And here I thought you treasured your 'Little Lions', especially Potter!" 0o0o0o0 Dolores look smug when she returned to Hogwarts late well after the staff meeting had ended. She'd just spent all day with Cornelius. He'd been easy enough to convince that the mad ramblings of disgruntled student should be ignored. After all, she'd noted with a simpering smile, any reply by the Ministry would only lend credence to Twist's drivel. He had nodded his agreement and reassured her that she was still his right hand at the school and would soon be promoted to High Inquisitor, giving her the power to make a difference. Even Lucius Malfoy had reassured Cornelius that this insanity would come to nothing when queried about the article. It would die down in a day or so, he was sure of it The Wizarding World was far too intelligent to believe the, 'verbal tantrums' of Oliver Twist. 0o0o0o00 As the students of Hogwarts were sitting down for a quiet breakfast the next day, Cornelius Fudge was getting howlers, mail and visits from very irate parents. They were screaming about not only the safety of there children, but about having to pay for a second­rate education. Many had pureblood ties and had supported him in the last election. It would seem many students had taken Twist's advice about the detentions and sent letters, as well as photo evidence, home. Dolores and Albus had forgotten to have the owlery sealed before she left for the day. Amelia Bones along, with several Aurors stormed into the Ministers office that afternoon. "Cornelius. A word." Cornelius reached into his desk and pulled out a calming draught. 0o0o0o0  Browse Just In Community Forum Betas Story Search Books (/book/)  Harry Potter (/book/Harry­Potter/)  +  ­     That evening, Amelia Bones, along with a team of Aurors and several parents with their family solicitors, apparated to Hogsmeade and descended on Hogwarts. Dinner was just ending when they marched through the great hall doors. A startled Albus Dumbldedore stood to address them. "May we help you Madam Bones?" He asked, blue eyes losing their customary twinkle. "Yes, Headmaster, you may. I have a warrant for the arrest of Dolores Umbridge. . . " Amelia started to say when the student body broke into a chorus of cheers and whistles. Madam Umbridge stood up, her face red with fury. Her loud throat clearings was effectively drowned out by the students. A loud crack and flare of magic startled everyone into silence. "Pray continue, Madam Bones," Albus said. "As I was saying,I have a warrant for the arrest of one Dolores Umbridge, for the torture of students under her care. Several parents have filed complaints about the the use of a dark artifact on their children. So, I would like all students who have had detentions with her to stand. . ." Amelia ordered as many students, in all houses except Slytherin, stood up. She and her aurors counted over 20 and noted that Harry Potter was among them. "For Merlin's sake! Tell me Albus how did you not know what was going on? You are supposed to be the greatest wizard of our time and Master of the Wards of Hogwarts! How could you not know?" Amelia sputtered as her Aurors took Umbridge into custody while several parents and their Barristers began to pull individual students away to question them. Albus Dumbledore wisely kept his mouth closed 0o0o0o0o. "Mr. Potter," Filius called from on top of his stack of books as the Charm class was letting out. It was a week after the article about the use of blood quills at Hogwarts. The ensuing furor it caused had finally died down a bit and now it seemed that everyone was holding their breath—waiting for the next shoe to drop, as it were. "Yes sir?" Harry looked up, startled.. "There is something I wish to discuss with you. Can you meet with me after your last class this afternoon?" "Yes Sir," Harry said, a puzzled frown on his face as he packed his books into his bag. Late that afternoon a nervous Harry knocked on the Charms Professor's door. Thankfully he had managed to slip away from Ron and Hermione after their last class. He surely didn't want them waiting for him to 'discuss' whatever Professor Flitwick had to say. "Come to in to my office, Harry, this shouldn't take long," invited the Charms Professor's squeaky voice. Harry entered the cluttered office and smiled. This room had Professor Flitwick's personality all over it. It was scaled to his small stature, though it did contain chairs for his more normal sized visitors. With a wave of his hand, Filius Flitwick closed his office door and Harry felt a powerful privacy ward go up. "There, we won't be heard. Have a seat, Harry, or should I say Mister Twist?" Filius smiled, going around to the chair behind his desk. Harry flinched slightly. He continued his study of the office walls with their rows of dueling plaques and trophies. He wondered how he was going to bluff his way out of this. "I don't know what you are talking about, sir," he said slowly turning to face his professor. "It is a known fact, Harry," Filius explained as he leaned back into his chair, steepling his fingers, "that a truly competent teacher can, over time, recognize the writing style of their students. No matter how well disguised said student thinks it. Style, tone and even the rhythm of a student's writing can be recognized, thus identifying them. This talent is most useful as it helps cut down on cheating during exams." "And how does that make me Oliver Twist?" Harry asked causally, leaning against the book case, but inside he knew he was dead. The game was up, he was going to be in so much hot water! He knew that several people wanted his head as Oliver not to mention as the Boy Who Lived as well. "Have a seat Harry," Filius offered. Harry took the offered seat with a pained groan and did the only thing he could do, wait for the axe to fall. "I knew your mother well and was in fact, her mentor and Charms Master when she apprenticed under me. She had a brilliant mind," the small professor said wistfully. " I will admit I was looking forward to teaching you, until I saw your first essay homework. Your handwriting was atrocious, and your execution of thought on paper was very slip­shod. I was horrified that someone as brilliant as Lily Evans could produce such a mediocre child. . ." "But sir. . ." Harry protested. "Let me finish, child," Filius said, holding up a hand. "Then, after I found a rough copy of one of your assignments on the floor and compared it to the finished product you handed in, I realized that you were dumbing down you homework! Imagine my surprise when later in the year you let slip a few other things that caught my eye. It seemed odd that a child who was intelligent enough to use magic as well as you do would be so lacking in other areas. It just didn't add up. Surely, I thought, you do have a brain. Why weren't you using it? Then I realized that you were, just not in the way we expected! I am well aware of the fact that your friend Miss Granger prides herself on being top student, and Mr. Weasley has a problem with jealousy." He continued with a heavy sigh. " I came to the conclusion that their friendship means more to you than academic excellence. This is why I haven't pushed you to do better in my class." Harry hung his head and waited. His heart was pounding. He just knew he was going to be expelled. Dumbledore had all but promised he would do so if he ever caught the one known as Oliver Twist. "I have watched you child ever since you arrived here. When I realized what was going on, I couldn't say anything as no one would have believed me. You have covered your tracks well, too well in some cases. The other professors had already formed their opinions of you and they seemed more or less set in stone." Harry peeked through his bangs at the professor and found only concern and a bit of amusement. "What do you mean sir, why have you kept my secret?" Harry asked. Filius sighed and shrugged. "You must realize that Albus only keeps me on as I am a very renown Duelist and Charms Master. Add to that my connections to Gringotts. The ministry can not dismiss me, even if they wanted to, it would cause all kinds of headaches between them and the Goblins as I've been here long enough to have tenure." Filius paused for a moment looking at his student. Harry looked up into the professor's eyes with dawning hope. "I think you were sorted into the wrong house, Mr. Potter," Filius said with a smile, changing the subject. "I believe Severus would've been horrified at a Slytherin Potter, but that's besides the point, you show the best attributes of that house. I believe you would have made an outstanding Slytherin or perhaps, a Ravenclaw. I applaud you on your abilities. With the courage of Gryffindor, cunning of Slytherin and intelligence of Ravenclaw, you will make a fine duelist when you come of age." "You mean if I survive to come of age, don't you?" Harry asked with some bitterness. Filius paused, then nodded. "Quite right, my boy. Quite right." The professor sighed, bringing the conversation back around to the topic at hand. "Now about these articles. Like I said, a good instructor knows the writing style of his student. I must admit it did take me several reads of various letters and articles before I was sure it was you. "I've had Ravenclaws in the past who tried to protest through the printed word, but failed. There is something about the Ravenclaw mentality that drives them to put too many dry facts and numbers in their writing, almost as if they wish to cram the facts down their reader's throat in one large lump. They don't seem to understand that not everyone loves dry statistics, that they should try a trickle, and not a flood." The diminutive professor nodded his head. "You have a good grasp on giving your facts and statistics in smaller, more easily absorbed morsels that the average witch or wizard can comprehend. Your first simple letter came at the right time, with just enough impact to make people take notice. I salute you, Mr. Potter," Filius said, rising from his chair to bow to the astounded boy before him. Harry blushed. "I uh what happens now?" "Nothing as of yet," Filius said with a smile, returning to his chair. "I know for a fact that no other instructor has figured it out." He chuckled quietly. "In fact, they are taking bets on who it is and your name isn't even in the betting pool. No Mr. Potter, your secret is quite safe. Now then, the reason why I asked you here. I will be giving you some additional help with statistics and little known facts as you need them . . . in secret of course." "But why?" Harry looked up, stunned. He knew he couldn't trust his Head of House. She had never been there for him, even when he went to her for help. Last week he went to complain about his detentions and she simply told him to, " Keep your head down, Mr. Potter and avoid detention." And Snape? he snorted in his mind. "For your mother's sake and for yours, child. There have been too many secrets hidden for far too long. It's about time someone opened the curtains and let the light in." Harry came away from the meeting with Professor Flitwick with hope. It was too bad that he hadn't approached this professor years ago but he hadn't known who to trust then as well as now. At least, now, he would give the man the benefit of a doubt. So they were taking bets on who Twist was? Harry almost cackled with glee. He wondered if the twins were taking bets among the students as well. Anything for a quick quid, hey? 

Chapter 11: The Point Being? Harry put down his copy of the Quibbler. Change was slow in coming, but from the increasing numbers of letters to the editor questioning everything from the quality of education to the lack of a trial for Sirius Black, it was creeping in. Granted the pace wasn't as fast as he would have liked, but it was there. The Prophet no longer sought to destroy his reputation since the switch to 'new' management. It was a relief. At least he wasn't being called an attention getting brat anymore. There had been no sign of old snake face since last spring. It seemed he was keeping quiet, trying to convince everyone the Ministry was right in denying his return. Well, there was nothing Harry could do about that and truth be told, Harry welcomed the peace. As far as he was concerned Voldie could lay even lower . . . like six feet lower in fact. Sirius was away again on some useless mission for Dumbledore. Harry figured that the old coot was deliberately keeping them apart. It wouldn't do to have Sirius close by, Merlin forbid, the man might just pursue the matter of his innocence or worse, try for custody. Harry rubbed a hand through his messy hair. How he hated waiting, and he'd heard nothing from Lord Peter on this matter in a while. A heavy sigh crossed his lips. It seemed that the quieter Voldemort was, the less peaceful Harry's sleep. Lately there were dreams about a long corridor with a lot of doors. Harry looked it up in his divination books and didn't like the interpretations he found there. One interpretation was the hallway was a new opportunity and could signal spiritual enlightenment. 'Huh!' he huffed mentally. 'A new path? Oh right, I wonder where it leads and just what, or who, I'll find at its end! Wonder if it forks? I have a senile, meddling old coot at one end that thinks of nothing but running my life and a megalomaniac trying his best to end said life. Some pathway.' 'Somehow,' he mused, 'I don't think that's what these dreams mean. Oh well.' Harry looked at the time and groaned. If he hurried he had just enough time to get to Snape's office for his first Occlumency lesson, or as Dumbledore refers to it, his "remedial potions" lesson. He wasn't looking forward to his time with the greasy git and just had a feeling these lessons were doomed to failure from the get go. Harry stood, shouldering his book bag and began his weary way to the dungeons. He flinched when he heard a familiar voice call out behind him. "Oi mate! There you are. I been lookin' for you." Ron's grating cheerfulness washed over Harry as he turned to respond to his friend. "Hello Ron, sorry I can't stop to natter. Got to get to my remedial potions," Harry explained with disgust. " But, if you want to join me . . .?" "S'ok mate. Wouldn't want to get in your way!" Ron replied with a shudder. " Guess I'll leave you to it then. See you later in the common room?" Harry's only answer was a brief wave over his shoulder as he disappeared down the stair. 'Hmmm, maybe Snape does have his uses,' he thought. 0o0o0o0 Later that night Harry begged off the chess game that Ron tried to coax him to play, claiming a screaming headache. He retired to their dorm room, jumped into bed, pulled his curtains and sealed them with privacy spells. Then he drew out parchment and ink and set work with a shaking hand. "Dear Lord Peter, I am happy to say I will be able to attend the meeting you have set up before the Winter hols. I look forward to finally being free of Dumbledore's manipulations. Currently he is forcing me to take Occlumency lessons with Professor Snape. Please understand, if I were actually getting lessons in the mind arts, I would not be upset. However, I am not. My so called first lesson consisted of Professor Snape standing me up in the middle of the roo
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