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Chapter 11 � Cleaning House

The members of the press went
scurrying out of the great hall to file stories and speculations, all save one.�
Rita Skeeter sashayed over to the Gryffindor table.

�Are all accounts balanced now?�
she asked Hermione.

�Yes they are, but if you want to
kick start your new career as a candid journalist you might want to
consider interviewing Harry.� Get the real story, the whole story - the exclusive
story.�

�Tempting, dear, but in the
current political climate I don�t know who would publish it.�

�Does it mater, Ms. Skeeter?�
Harry asked.� �As long as it gets published.�

�All things considered,�
Millicent added, �I think the political landscape is about to change.�

Harry warmed to see Millie
overcoming her ingrained shyness, smiled and said, �I�m going to kiss you all
over, Love.�

Millie grinned and said, �Pack a
lunch then, that�ll take a bit of time. . .��

Rita looked at Harry like a
particularly succulent entree and said, �So, Harry, what are you doing this
Hogsmeade weekend?�

Harry smiled and said, �I�m very
busy on weekends, but I will make time for you, Rita.�

Professor McGonagall called from
the exit, �Mister Potter, please come along, this investigation will need your sworn
statement.�

�Yes, Professor.�

Hermione sidled over to Rita and
said, �Wouldn�t you love to be a bug on the wall for that conversation?�

Rita shrugged and said, �Not
worth it, if I get caught it means a very long stay in Chez Azkaban.�

�If you�re caught as an unregistered
animagus, that is.�

Rita arched an eyebrow and asked,
�What are you playing at?�

Hermione smirked as she pulled a
parchment from her robes sealed by the office of the head of the DMLE.� It was
a certificate of registration for a beetle animagus.� The beetle was described unflatteringly;
stocky and garish but otherwise accurate.

�All it needs is your signature
and you�re legal.�

Rita snatched the parchment and
held it up to the light.� Yes, it was authentic; she could make out the
official watermark, seal and Madame Bones autograph.� The only thing required
to make the certificate binding was her own signature.

Hermione handed her a self-inking
quill.

Rita paused before signing, �Why
are you doing this?�

Hermione shrugged, �Because we
need friends and allies � we have enough people working against us as it is.�

Rita thought of the price her
memoirs would fetch if she could get the inside story on the fight to defeat
he-who-must-not-be-named.

�A girl could get herself killed,
buzzing around like that.� She said.

Hermione snorted, �You�ve risked
that much for two columns and a by-line.� What if, after the second task last
year, Victor Krum had decided to squash that beetle he�d pulled out of my hair,
rather than let it fly off?�

Rita shuddered.

�Besides, this time you�ll be one
of the good guys, won�t that sell more books than the next collection of Me
Myself and I articles?�

�One condition,� Rita said pen
poised above the parchment.

�And that is?�

�I want you in the room with me
when I negotiate any book deals.�

�Done!�

Rita signed.

)O(

Fudge and Umbridge were ushered
into Pamona Sprout�s office near the kitchens.� The aroma of freshly baked
breads permeated the room.

�No wonder Hufflepuffs tend to
put on weight, eh Kingsley?�� Madame Bones chided Shacklebolt.

�Not all of us, Madame
Director.�� Kingsley retorted, then added, �I don�t recall seeing you in the
Gym this week, boss.�

She smiled, liking Kingsley and
his talent for turning one�s own words back on them.� Her smile fell when he
considered the mess before her in the Head�s office.

�I think this has gone far
enough.�� Fudge began to puff up like a toad preparing for battle.

�I would think, Minister that you
would want to distance yourself from Madame Umbridge.� Trying to bluster your
way out of here on her behalf puts you in a garish and unflattering
political light.�� Kingsley advised.

Dumbledore and McGonagall came
in, followed by Harry and Susan.

�Why are these children
here?�� Umbridge asked, haughtily.

�Mister Potter is here as one of
your alleged victims, Madame Umbridge.� Miss Bones is here in her capacity as my
DMLE certified recorder.� She often attends official proceedings observing what
is said and done in the course of an investigation.� Her pensive memory is
uncanny in its detail.

�Susan, please begin recording.�

The auburn haired Hufflepuff
nodded and walked to a corner where she could observe all the people in the
room.

�Right, let�s get to the point
then, shall we?�� Amelia said, cracking her knuckles for emphasis.

�Madame Umbridge, Have you at any
time used a blood quill as a form of punishment on under-aged students here at
Hogwarts.�

�Well, I, that is to say, I . .
.� she looked to Fudge for support but found none there.� She finally said �I
do not recall?�

Madame Bones did not appear
surprised to hear what has become the cornered politico�s catch phrase.

�You do not recall.� In light of
your apparent loss of memory, will you submit willingly to interrogation by a
Department of Magical Law Enforcement legellimens while under veritaserum?�

�No.�

�Very well, then while testimony
and evidence is being compiled for your trial I have no recourse but to place
you under arrest.� You will be transported to a holding cell in Azkaban Prison until
a trial date can be set.� Don�t worry, the cell is very spacious � its last
inhabitant was a half-giant.�� The head of the DMLE gestured for Fudge�s
minders to take her away.

�No!� You can�t, no!� Cornelius,
Cornelius, tell them I was only following orders!�� She attempted to pull her
wand but found it plucked out of her hand by the Potter brat.

�You!� This is all your fault!� I
never did anything to you that you didn�t deserve!�

�Are you sure you�re not related
to the Dursley�s, my so-called Muggle family?�

She tried to slap him but he
simply leaned back, avoiding the blow.

�The dementors should have had
you, you little shite!�

�The dementors that you insisted couldn�t
have been in Little Winging?�

Amelia Bones narrowed her eyes at
the soon to be former undersecretary, �This bears further investigation.� I
think the Wizengamot can be persuaded, in light of your statement just now, to
require you to take the veritaserum.

Umbridge screamed as the aurors,
none too gently, escorted her out of the room.

�Professor Dumbledore, were you
aware of Madame Umbridge�s activities.�

�I was told by my Deputy Headmistress
that Madame Umbridge was, in her opinion, much too harsh in handing out
punishments.� When I brought my protestations to the Board of Governors I was
referred to the ministry and when I complained to the Ministry I was told in no
uncertain terms that I was not to interfere in any way with Profess, I mean, Madame
Umbridge.�

�I assume you received this
directive in writing?�� Amelia asked, praying for some hard evidence.

The headmaster raised his left
hand and caught the parchment that flew in from his living quarters.

�Impossible,� Fudge sputtered,
�confidential ministry communiqu�s disincorporate once they�ve been read!�

�Then how fortunate for this
investigation that I know a few preserving spells, eh, Cornelius?�� Dumbledore
said, handing the document to Madame Bones.

�Neither signed nor sealed but
the watermark is unmistakable, it is from the office of the Minister of Magic.�
Further, I recognize the handwriting.� This was written by Fudge�s hand.�

Amelia looked up from the
parchment and said, �Cornelius, if I were you, I would go back to my office and
take one last good look around.� Then I would consider career options outside
of the Ministry.� Neither would I expect any sort of pension for many years of civil
service . . .�

�Now see here, Bones!� the
soon-to-be-ex-minister blustered.

�What I see, Fudge, is you,
up to your neck in a sea of dragon shit and the tide�s coming in.� Now get out
of my sight!�

Fudge walked out of the office
stiffly.

�Did you get all that, Rita?�
Madame Bones asked of a speck in the far corner of the large room.

The beetle fluttered to the floor
where a slightly disheveled Rita Skeeter regained her footing after a few
moments.

�Yes, Madam Director.� Would you
like to review my story before I take it to the Prophet?�

�No, I don�t think I will.� I�m
going to trust you.�

Somehow the way in which the
Director of the DMLE said �I�m going to trust you.� Clearly communicated �Fuck
with me on this and they�ll never find your body. . .�

Amelia turned to the headmaster,
�I�m not entirely satisfied with the way you�ve handled things at Hogwarts,
Dumbledore.� You, the supposed champion of light, have turned a blind eye to
bigotry and intolerance � not the example I want my niece to emulate.� I wonder
if Beauxbatons will accept a transfer student in mid-term?� Susan�s French is
excellent and I trust Madame Maxime.�

Dumbledore stood looking as
though he�d been slapped in the face with a freshly caught trout.� The thought
that any of the scions of English Magical society would abandon Hogwarts � even
Phineas Nigellus, the most hated headmaster in the last half-millennium hadn�t
seen pureblood families abandon Hogwarts!

�I think, Madame Director, that
many people have learned hard lessons today.� With your kind permission I shall
retire to my office for some long overdue introspection.�

)O(

Millicent, Pansy, Tracy and
Daphne returned to the Slytherin dungeons to drop off their morning books �
they were supposed to have Double DADA but since their teacher had just been
sacked they thought they could get in a little reading and relaxing.� As they
walked into the common room they were not surprised to see Professor Snape and
the Slytherin boys � all of the upper years - in the common room.� As the girls
entered some of the boys moved in behind them blocking their exit.

�You will tell me the nature of
your little sorority and you will tell me now.� I would let the boys convince
you but I find myself impatient for answers.�� He nodded to Malfoy, Crabbe,
Goyle, and Nott � apparently a pre-arranged signal to detain the girls.�� Draco
took Pansy by the arms, which he twisted cruelly behind her back; Theo Nott bear
hugged Tracy from behind pushing against her backside with his crotch as he did
so.� Vincent Crabbe caught Daphne in a choke hold and Greg Goyle just looked at
Millicent and shrugged.

�Petrificus totalus,
incarcerous!�� Millie was petrified and bound with heavy ropes.� Snape
lowered his wand.

�Miss Parkinson, we can do this
the easy way or we can do this my way.� Which do you prefer?�

Draco laughed, nervously.� Not
sure how far his godfather was going to take this.

Pansy threw her head back hard
breaking Malfoy�s nose, then shouted �Lord Slytherin, to us!� Please, Lord
Slytherin, your Vipera need you!�

�Shut it, Parkinson.� Snape
sneered, �Do not presume to call on the founder, he is not at your beck and
call - urk!�

Snape and the boys who had
presumed to man-handle the girls suddenly found themselves unable to speak or
move as a hooded figure strode into the center of the room.

In a voice that foreshadowed
slow, excruciating death he whispered, �I am the Lord Slytherin, and these are my
shield maidens, my beloved Vipera.�

Power flowed off the Wizard,
power and something else, cold, immeasurable fury.� Malfoy, Crabbe, and Nott moaned.�
Crabbe pissed himself.� Goyle backpedaled and thanked all the gods that ever
were that he had not laid a hand on any of the girls.

The Lord Slytherin, for no one
doubted him, addressed all the males in the room.

�Too long has my house been the
dumping ground for thuggish weak minded inbred bigots.� A cleansing fire is
coming to Slytherin, be found worthy or be gone - for no other house will have
you.�

He stepped over to Snape and his
bully-boys.

�As for you, all of you � there
are no second chances. I cast you out of my house; you will no longer be tolerated
in any Slytherin quarter of Hogwarts.� If you�re not too inbred to learn
another language perhaps Durmstrang will have you, I care not . . . BEGONE!�

Snape, Malfoy, Crabbe and Nott
found themselves in a heap in the corridor leading to the dungeon.� When they
tried to re-enter the dungeon they found they couldn�t.

�What do we do, Professor Snape?�
Nott whined.

�When my father hears about this
. . .�

Draco�s tirade was cut short by
the back of Snape�s hand. �No one bloody cares about your bloody father!� We
shall go first to the headmaster; he can get us back into our quarters.� Then
we�ll deal with this imposter who calls himself Lord Slytherin!�

�I can�t be expelled,� Draco
nearly cried, �I just can�t!�

)O(

Back in the Slytherin common room
Lord Slytherin embraced his ladies.� The remaining boys were cowed as the rest
of the Slytherin girls came up from their quarters where they had been ordered
by their former head of house.

Glynda Newton, a pale
raven-haired seventh year prefect asked, �What�s happened here?�

Pansy stepped up.� �We�ve been
cleaning house, starting with Snape and some of the thicker fifth years.�

Glynda indicated the green robed
hooded man in the center of a group hug.� �Is this our new head?�

Pansy bit her lip to keep from
saying what was on her mind, settling for introductions, �Glynda, this is our
Lord Slytherin.�

Glynda, trained all her life as a
pure blood princess, executed a perfect curtsey, lowered her eyes and said �I
am honored, milord.�

Lord Slytherin�s voice was a
pleasant baritone as he said, �Well met, Miss Newton.�

Glynda looked up into the hood
but could only see two luminous green eyes.� �You wish to remain anonymous,
milord?�

�It simplifies things, for now,
Miss.�

Addressing the rest of the house,
Lord Slytherin said, �These four, my ladies � my Vipera, made a pledge
to themselves and to each other to bring honor back to our house.� Ambitious
does not mean evil.� If you would see Slytherin great again you will accept
their ideas and their attitudes so that our noble house will rise above its
baser nature.�

Saying that Harry phased out of
sight and re-appeared, elf fashion in Lady Helena�s apartments.

�How did it go?� Susan asked from
the loveseat.� She was wearing what had quickly become the uniform of their quarters,
a diaphanous silk emerald green gown.� Hers was a shorter version � mid thigh
length.� In Susan�s case it enhanced rather than concealed her soft globes and
set off her auburn hair beautifully.

�As well as can be expected.� He
said with a sigh, �We�ll see soon enough if my claim to the Lordship of
Slytherin has any real teeth.�

�Come sit with me, milord.�

�Please, just Harry.�

She patted the cushion next to
hers and he sat.� Susan gently guided him down so that his head was on her lap,
looking up past her assets to a pair of twinkling blue eyes.

�Just relax, Harry.�

She carefully removed his
glasses, then ran long fingernails through his hair, calming him, soothing him
while at the same time making him groan with pleasure.

�Oh I could get used to this,
Suzie my love.�

�Anytime, Harry.� Anytime at
all.�

)O(

�Surely, Headmaster, you can
overcome this enchantment � you�re the headmaster!�� Severus Snape�s face had
run the gamut of colors, red-faced rage, to bloodless white as he discovered
that, while the potion�s classroom was a common area and therefore available to
him, his office and the all-important potion�s storeroom were considered
Slytherin domains.

)O(

Selene Sinestra rapped on
Minerva�s door and entered � then gasped at what she saw.� Her old, um, make
that youthful colleague stood in the center of her quarters, clothes
strewn about as though her rooms had been ransacked.� She was holding a
floor-length gown of midnight blue before her, frowning.

�Oh, thank the Goddess, Selene,
I�m having a crisis here and I need your help.�

�What�s happened here, Minerva,
did someone loose nifflers and Cornish pixies in your apartments as a prank?�

�No, I just started going through
my wardrobe and realized that it�s too bloody old � all my clothing went out of
fashion fifty years ago!�

Selene began to see � and she
barely contained her snigger.� �So, who is it, Minerva?�

�What, who?�

�He must be extraordinary.�
You�ve endured rejuvenation, apparently.�

Minnie nodded to confirm.

�And now you�re in a panic over
your out-dated attire, so he�s young?�

Minnie nodded again.

�Powerful?�

�Oh, you have no idea!�

�Passionate?�

�All it takes is one look and I
want to be on my back somewhere, feeling the weight of him as he, um . . .�

�I understand, truly, I recently
entered into a relationship with someone who, how does he put it?� Oh yes,
�rocks my world�.�

�A muggle?� Minerva looked
shocked, not at the idea itself, but at the thought of Selene Sinestra, or her
twin sister, Sidra, purebloods to their magical cores entering into a
relationship with a muggle.

�Not exactly, he�s a, well; the
best word for it is a Magician, a mage in the old sense.�

�What is his talent?�

�Music and . . . you know.�
Selene blushed.

�I think perhaps I do.� May I
have your word?�

�I�ll swear an oath if you need
me to, Minerva.�

�It�s enough that you�re willing
to.�� Minnie took a deep breath, �I�m in love with a Warlock, in the old
sense.� I�m a member of his coven.�

�There�s more to it, isn�t there,
Minerva?�

�Your word?�

�On my life and my magic. . .�

�You don�t have to do that.�

Selene shook her head, �I think,
perhaps, I do . . . I will not divulge anything that I learn here today without
Minerva McGonagall�s express permission, I so swear, so mote it be.�

�My Warlock will draw from the
love of the ladies of his coven to defeat the terror that is Voldemort � it has
been prophesized and I am vital to his success.�

�But the Potter boy . . .� then
the full realization struck home, �Goddess, Minnie, you�d better be glad I did
take that oath - a student, an under-aged student at that.�

�My Lord Potter is not under age,
Selene.� By the laws of the land he is fully emancipated and he�s something
else.�

Selene�s eyebrows rose.

�He�s the Lord Slytherin, by
right of conquest.�

Selene sat on Minerva�s clothing
strewn desk.

�He�s the one who banished Snape
and those boys from the Slytherin parts of the castle?�

�One and the same.�

Selene�s eyes narrowed, �You
didn�t call me here to help you with your wardrobe.�� It wasn�t a question.

�Actually I started worrying over
my lack of appropriate atire after I sent for you � you always dress so nicely
and, well, Lord Harry has mentioned that he would like to see me in some
of your outfits, always so well cut - so stylish.�

�As flattering as it is that a
young man appreciates my sense of fashion, I�m not available, as I said.�
Minnie, what did you call me for?�

�Slytherin needs a new head of
house.� As Deputy Headmistress I hope you will accept the position.� I and the
Lord Slytherin both believe that house will benefit from a woman�s touch.�

�We�ll need a new potion�s
professor as well.�� Selene said, tacitly accepting the position of Head of
Slytherin House.

�Albus is working on that, I
believe our Lord Slytherin will be of some help there as well.�

Selene Sinestra nodded, took a
deep breath and hopped up from the desk, �Let�s see what we have to work with,
here.�

Together they transfigured
Minerva�s rather severe wardrobe into something much less so.

)O(

Harry woke with a little start,
�I�m so sorry, Suzie, I didn�t mean to fall asleep on you like that.�

Susan smiled and said, �Do you
know what it means when you do that?�

�Um, I�m really, really tired?�

�No, it means you are at peace
with me, and you trust me to watch over you while you�re at your most
vulnerable.�

�I love you, Susan Bones.�

�And I�ll always love you, Harry
Potter.�

�Is this the kissing part?�

�It�ll start off that way, I�m
sure.�� She stood and held out her hands, �c�mon to bed.�

�As my lady commands.�

When they entered the bedroom they
were pleasantly surprised to see a beautifully nude Millicent Bulstrode
stretched out on the bed one arm raised above her head the other resting
between her thighs.

It was the most sensuous sight
Harry had ever seen.

�I seem to remember you promising
to �kiss her all over�.�

�Well, a promise is a promise.� Now,
where to begin?�

He flipped an imaginary coin and
said, �Heads.�

Susan relieved him of his shirt
and shoes and socks so it was a bare-chested Harry that began to gently kiss
the top of Millie�s head.� He kissed and caressed her hair, nibbled her
earlobes when they came in range and planted light kisses on each of her eyes.

�If this is a dream I pity the poor
fool who tries to wake me up.� She purred.

�If it�s a dream, Millie, then
it�s a dream best shared.�

He brushed his lips across her
nose, kissed each cheek then touched his lips to hers.

When their lips parted she
sighed, �You can wake me up like that everyday!�

�For the rest of our lives,
love.�

He took her hand in his and
kissed fingers, palm, back of the hand before trailing kisses up her wrist and
arm, shoulder and neck then working his way down the other.� She lay on her
back so he had unfettered access to her large, but not proportionally so,
breasts.� Each breast received equal attention.

�So one won�t be jealous of the
other,� he explained.

Trailing kisses down her taught,
flat belly he dipped his tongue into her very sensitive belly-button.� She
hissed as he intentionally bypassed her sex, which by now was radiating wet
heat.� He kissed and nipped his way down one leg and up the other, paying
particular attention to the thin webs of skin between her toes.� He worked his
way up the inside of her legs alternating left and right until he got to the
juncture of her legs.� Millie�s sex wasn�t shaved but her pubic hair was very
fine and soft.� He wished he�d had a comb so that he could part her hair in the
middle but made do with his finger tips.�

Harry studied her sex.� Puffy
outer lips, glistening moist inner lips � her hymen perforated but still
intact.� Her most pronounced feature, her clitoris, throbbed, keeping time with
her heartbeat.� Unlike most clits hers didn�t recede completely into its sheath
when she was stimulated, as she was now, but protruded slightly.�� When he
licked the length of her opening from bottom to top, ending by latching onto
her distended nub, she shrieked and inadvertently clenched the walls of her
vagina.� Her accumulated lubricating juices squired out, slick and warm.

Smiling, and more than a little
proud that he�d been able to make Millie climax so demonstrably, Harry reached
up with both hands and messaged her breasts as he simultaneously dipped his
tongue back into her warm honey-pot.� Oddly enough he knew this would calm her.

�Oh, Gawddess Harry!�

�You like, Millie?�

�Oh, yes!�

�Ready?�

�Beyond ready.�

Susan undid the fasteners on his
trousers and pulled them off, again Harry was going �commando� � saving time.

He placed the bulbous head of his
cock at her wet entrance and pushed so that just the head passed through her
outer lips.� At this point her membrane was stretched to near breaking.� He
leaned forward and lay on top of her, his mouth just below her ear.

�Millie, sweetheart, put your
teeth on my shoulder, get ready to bite.�

�Won�t that hurt?�

�Depends on how hard you bite,
it�s okay, this will probably hurt a bit, and I�d feel better if you took it
out on my shoulder.�

By way of an answer she placed
her teeth lightly on his left shoulder.

On a whim Millicent wrapped her
legs around Harry locking her ankles at the small of his back � this forced her
legs farther apart and allowed his cock to slide in, unencumbered by the
remains of her hymen.

Rather than bite him she kissed
his shoulder.

�Didn�t hurt a bit, Harry, now,
feel free to move!�

He pushed so that their pubic
bones pressed together, and then pulled so that he was nearly completely out
before pushing in again.� Out, in, out, in, a little grind and wiggle then
repeat, again, and again and again.

One thing Harry had been anxious
about was whether he�d be large enough to give Millie a decent ride.� He
needn�t have worried.

As Millie�s breathing became more
and more ragged he slipped one hand down between them and placed two fingers
along side her protruding clitoris � Millicent froze and pushed hard against
Harry�s member just as he brought his fingers together to fondle her engorged
clit.

Millie clamped on Harry�s cock,
buried as deep as it could go, and the feeling was mutually explosive � Harry�s
ejaculate mixed with Millicent�s copious fluids as they groaned in unison.

�I love you, Millicent
Bulstrode.�

�I love you, Harry Potter.�

Susan smiled, Millicent was
destroyed in the best way possible but Harry would be back up in no time and
this time he�d last a bit longer.

It was good to be a witch in the
Coven of the Four Houses.
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