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Chapter
12 � Dueling Witches

Harry walked into Helena�s apartment hand in hand with Pansy Parkinson. �He brought their entwined fingers
to his lips and kissed hers before slumping down in his favorite love seat.

��I know there is a God Almighty,
endowed with a wicked sense of humor and further, I know She is having way
too much fun at my expense.�

Millicent, dressed in a plush
terry bathrobe, her hair still a bit damp from the shower sat on the seat,
casually picked Harry up, settled her man in her lap and hugged him to her
breast.� She patted the empty cushion for Pansy to sit with them.

�It�ll be okay,� the big girl
cooed, �Tell Mummy Millie all about it.�

)O(

The day had started off so
well, with a pleasant repeat of the previous evening�s couplings - Millicent
and Susan, only in reverse order.� Dobby had apologetically conveyed the
Headmaster�s invitation for Harry to accompany him on an errand of some
importance.

Convincing the paranoid Horace
Slughorn to come out of retirement had been easy enough, then again, is it
paranoia if someone really is out to get you?�

They returned to the castle by
way of Dumbledore�s fireplace.� As Harry was leaving the headmaster�s office he
passed Minerva and Snape coming in.� �Old� Professor McGonagall wore her summer
weight robe open to reveal a neatly tailored ensemble beneath.� He couldn�t
help but notice the way Minnie�s dress hugged some nice curves beneath that
robe.� His favorite professor stumbled on the top step and Harry quickly
reacted to catch her and cop an opportunistic feel in the process.�

�Thank you, Mister Potter, for
your quick action � good hands, by the way.� I�d rather not fall back down that
staircase.�

�While I�m thinking of it, Harry,
could you find your way to my office?� I need to talk with you about something
Quidditch related.�

�Of course, Professor.�

Snape wasn�t saying anything; he
simply stared at Minerva�s hand on Harry�s arm.� Her young, unblemished, rejuvenated
hand.

�Ah, Severus, Minerva, please
come in.� Good day, Harry, and thank you for helping secure our new-old potions
master.�

Harry went straight to Minnie�s
office and had just cleaned off the top of her desk when she burst in.

�Lord Harry, Snape knows!� She
said, anxiously.

�About us?�

�Not us, specifically, but he
knows I�ve undergone rejuvenation.� While Albus was out of the room he
commented on the �glamour� on my hands, saying that if he didn�t know better
he�d think I�d used the potion.� Then he looked me in the eye and said that he
knew someone had.� I�m reasonably sure he�s told the headmaster as
well.�

�He may not have had to,� Harry
mused, �I think Dumbledore can see through glamours.�

�Then why didn�t he say anything,
I wonder?�

�Could it be he didn�t because it�s
not really any of his business?� Harry ventured.

McGonagall�s expression was
priceless.

�Oh, yeah; like he�d stop if anything
wasn�t his business.�

Minerva looked worried, �Snape
has sussed out that a coven has formed at Hogwarts.�

�He called it a �sorority�.�
Pansy said from the open doorway.� She stepped in, closing the door behind her,
casting a silencing spell as she did so.

�What could Snape do with the
information?�

�I don�t really know, milord, but
I know I don�t like it.�

�Well he should be on his way out;
Dumbledore got a new potion�s master, some guy named Slughorn.�

Minerva brightened at that, �Oh,
he�s very good.� He fancies himself something of a politician, but he is a very
capable teacher.�

�So did Snape get the sack?�

�I�m afraid not, milord.�

�I just know I�m not going to
like this.�

�Professor Snape is now
the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher.�

)O(

A very smug Professor Snape
glided into his classroom, the one he should have been granted a decade
before.� He would be in his element, Dark Arts finally taught as it should be,
by someone steeped in the Arts, but not corrupted by them.� He might only have
the position for a year, he knew the curse only too well, but that should be
enough.� He would finally be recognized for the genius he was.

As he entered the DDA office his
eye twitched at the previous occupant�s �taste� in decor.

�I need a house elf in the
Defense against the Dark Arts office.� He announced to the empty room.

A young elf faded in and asked, �How
is we able to help, sir?�

�Remove this lace and frippery
from my office; I want all the walls bare when I come back.�

Snape didn�t bother to wait for a
response, he just strode, bat-like, out of the office on his way to the owlrey.

)O(

�Demand trial by combat.� In her
vanity the Transfiguration Mistress of Hogwarts has undergone rejuvenation, she
will be useless in a duel � accept the challenge.�

Dolores Umbridge re-read the note
and smiled evilly, challenged by a woman who was little more than a squib.� She
called for her solicitor.

)O(

Astarte sat cross legged on
Dumbledore�s shelf watching the manipulations of the old man.� Why couldn�t he
just cut Snape loose?� Oh sure he�d been useful up to a point but now?

�Flopsie, can you tell what the
old man is thinking.�

The sorting hat whispered �I
can.�

The silence dragged on.

�Will you tell me what
Dumbledore�s thinking?�

�Of course, Goddess.� He�s
thinking that he needs to re-think his handling of the Potter boy.� He�s
absolutely convinced that Snape is essential to his plans, but he�s not sure
about his own motives anymore.�

�He�s very much alone, isn�t he?�

�His own choice, I�m afraid.�
I�ve tried suggesting he take on an apprentice, maybe the Potter boy.� Maybe he
will, maybe not.�

Astarte looked at the tired,
frustrated old man and sighed.� �I�ve never seen anyone more in need of a good rogering.�

�Yes, Goddess,� the hat agreed,
�but would he be the top or the bottom?�

)O(

Pansy looked at her warlock with
deep admiration tinged with concern.� �Lord Harry, let me help.�

�How?�

�Leave that to me, milord.�
Millicent, please prepare our warlock for his bath.�

Harry stood and began to unbutton
his shirt when Millie pulled him back into her lap and gently smacked his hands
away.

�Let me.�

She unbuttoned his shirt, and
pulled it off along with his under-vest.� Millie leaned him back so that she
could unbutton, and then unzip his trousers.� She had a little trouble worrying
his pants off but he helped a bit by raising his hips at the right time.� The
big girl placed one arm under his knees and her other behind his
shoulder-blades and stood, carrying his unresisting body to the footed tub in
the bathroom.

Pansy was already in the tub so
that when Millicent placed him in the perfectly warmed water she was there to
cushion and comfort him.

�Oh, this is nice.� He purred.

�Sit up, so we can wash your
hair.�

He sat up and four hands with
long nails caressed his scalp.� Harry groaned in pleasure, saying, �Oh aye,
I�ll give you all night to quit that. . .�

�Head back.�

He looked up at the ceiling as
Millie poured water from a bowl, rinsing his hair.

�Now just lean back and let us
take care of you.�

Pansy was the one to sigh
contentedly this time.� There was nothing sexual about bathing Harry, but it
was making warm and tender, heart-felt love none the less.� And she loved him deeply,
profoundly, completely.

)O(

The next morning Harry found
himself surrounded on all sides by witches of his coven � Myrtle stroked his
cheek and, when his eyes had fluttered open, placed the tiny potent mint on his
tongue.� As the freshness filled his mouth, he drew Myrtle into a deep, soulful
�Good Morning!� snog.� He then set about kissing his ladies awake, starting
with Hermione, then Susan, Millicent, Pansy and finally Minerva.

�I feel so alive this
morning!� he enthused, �Like I could do anything!�

The Lady Helena phased through
the bedroom wall.� �Milord Harry, Professor McGonagall is being summoned by the
Wizengamot for trial duty.�

Harry looked confused, �Is that
like jury duty?�

Minerva sighed and shook her head,
�No milord - trial duty.� In a fit of anger I challenged Dolores Umbridge to a
witches duel, she�s taking this as an opportunity for trial by combat.�

�What kind of medieval shite is
that?� I thought the Wizengamot had judges and lawyers and solicitors!�

�The Wizengamot, like the rest of
the ministry, is run by the old pureblood families, and they have adamantly
preserved the right to trial by combat.�

�You can�t face her, Minerva.�

�I must.� If I refuse she will be
declared innocent and will have her positions in the ministry and magical
society reinstated.� Would you have her return to Hogwarts as High Inquisitor?�

�But you gave up so much of your
magic for me!�

Minerva took Harry�s face in both
her hands and said, �Because I believe in you, I trust you, therefore, I trust
the prophesy.�

�She will give up her youth so that
she may again grow old with him,� Harry repeated, �kinda vague � it
doesn�t say you will, it says you may.�

�Do you trust me, Milord Harry?�

�You know I do.�

�Then trust me when I say I can
do this.�

He pulled her into a fierce
embrace � but I don�t want to lose you.

�You won�t.� I promise.�

)O(

Old business having been
concluded the Wizengamot opened the floor to new business.� All the members
present knew they were waiting for Professor McGonagall to arrive so that the
real business of the day, Madame Umbridge�s trial by combat could get underway.

Minerva, looking all of her
nearly ninety years, arrived at the ministry in due course attended by Pomona
Sprout and trailed by the rest of the witches of the Coven of the Four Houses.�
A single hooded figure walked to the visitor�s galley near the house seats and
sat inconspicuously.

McGonagall wore the traditional
witches dueling robe, a simple white floor-length singlet beneath her Hogwarts
robe.� White would show any blood let as a result of the duel.� As she ascended
the dueling platform she noted that Umbridge didn�t have a second.

�No one to stand by you,
Dolores?� Pity.�

�Pity yourself, Minerva, I won�t
need a second, you, however, seem to need quite a lot of propping up.�

�To deal justice to you?� No. �My
friends are here because they love me and will no matter the outcome of this
travesty.�

Amelia Bones, in her capacity of
acting Chief Witch appealed one last time.

�Will you not trust justice to
prevail in a court of law, Madame Umbridge?�

Ubridge�s answer was to shrug off
her outer robe to stand in her slightly off-white dueling shift.� �I claim my privilege
as a born pure-blood to stand trial by single combat.� Minerva McGonagall has challenged
me and it is my right.�

McGonagall dropped not only her outer
robe, but her old age glamour as well.� She stood proud and tall, a young,
beautiful woman in her prime, red hair braided in a complex French knot.� The
whole Wizengamot gasped as they realized that Minerva had undergone
rejuvenation very recently and that she was not going to be at the height of
her powers.

�So, dearie,� Umbridge taunted,
�sure you don�t want to just declare me the winner?� You may save yourself a
considerable amount of pain.�

Minerva whipped her wand up in a
formal salute, bowed slightly from the waist and replied, �On my worst day I�m
still twice the witch you are, dearie.�

Umbridge didn�t bother to return
the salute; she turned on her heel and waddled three steps before turning and
shouting �experliarmus!�

The simple disarming hex missed
because her opponent had executed a casual half turn and let the spell pass by.

Umbridge shrugged and shouted, �Petrificus
totalus, incarcerous, stupefy!�

Each time the squat
ex-undersecretary fired a curse or hex Minerva simply side-stepped it.

Furious, Umbridge slashed
diagonally across her opponent�s body with her wand screaming �Diffendo!�

Minerva got up a weak shield but
the powerful cutting curse got through and a wound appeared across her thigh,
an angry red gash against her white singlet.

Umbridge smiled triumphantly then
cast another stunner which Minerva dodged.

Some of the members of the
Wizengamot were murmuring � McGonagall was limping, obviously wounded, and
apparently powerless.� She hadn�t cast a single offensive spell.

Umbridge fired a reducto,
not as focused as a stunner but harder to dodge.� Again, Minerva�s shield spell
was too little too late and she staggered under the concussive spell.

The newly-young sorceress looked
stunned, barely able to stand as the gloating, toad-faced witch advanced to put
and end to this mockery of a duel.� Umbridge got within arms reach and
brandished her wand with a flourish.

�Dolores,� Minerva croaked out.

�Yes?�

�Flash!�

As Minerva said the word a preternaturally
brilliant flash of light assaulted her opponent�s eyes.� Indeed everyone in the
gallery who hadn�t been forewarned about the �flash� spell saw spots before
their eyes for days afterward.

Umbridge threw up her hands, but
too late.� She was blinded by the light.

For her part, Minerva, who was
neither stunned nor winded, simply reached out and plucked the short wand from
Umbridges stubby little fingers.� Then bitch slapped her.� The force of the
blow spun the short, stocky witch around.

�That was for using a blood quill
on me wee bairns.�

Minerva took Umbridge by the
collar and threw her to the raised floor of the dueling platform.

�It would be a kindness to kill
you, Dolores, but I�m feeling a bit vengeful at this particular moment.�

The stately redhead held her
opponents wand aloft and declared the trial at an end.

Amelia Bones struck the gavel
saying, �As she is the vanquished in this trial by combat I declare Dolores
Jane Umbridge guilty of all charges.� There will be no appeal and the judgment
of this Wizengamot is final.� Further, this court orders that she be compelled
to undergo thorough questioning under veritaserum and legillimancy to determine
what, if any, other crimes she may have committed in her capacity a Senior
Undersecretary for the Minister of Magic.

�Professor McGonagall, do you require
medical assistance?�

�Thank you, Madame Mugwump; I
have Poppy Pomfrey to fuss over me.�

�Very well, Professor, your
business with this august body is now concluded, you may go.�

She struck the gavel again and
demanded, �Any other new business?�

The cloaked figure stood and
walked to the empty seat labeled �Potter.�

Harry flipped the obscuring hood
back to stand before his seat as the young scion of the ancient and noble house
of Potter.

Several sharp intakes of breath
mixed with murmurs of approval.

�Have you ascended to your
lordship, Your Lordship?�� Amelia asked, with some humor.

Harry held up his right hand,
bearing the signet ring of his house.

�Very well, milord, what is your
business?�

�I move that, from this day
forward, the farce that is �trial by combat� be forever banned in the
Wizengamot � the practice has little to do with justice and everything to do
with who has the biggest wand to wave about.� Just another way of saying �might
makes right�.�

The motion is made, is there a
second?�

Harry was about to display his
ring from the house of Slytherin when Iris Parkinson, current proxy for the
ancient and noble house of Slytherin stood and said, �I second.�

Harry looked at Pansy�s mother
and smiled, the smile he got in return told him that she knew and approved of
her daughter�s decision.� Parkinson House was now openly allied with the Noble
House of Potter.

A heated discussion followed with
most of the pureblood contingent insisting on honoring the respected traditions
of the pureblood forefathers.� Everyone else, inspired by Lord Potter, insisted
that the Wizengamot needed to at least enter the twentieth century as the rest
of the world was poised to enter the twenty-first.

The vote was called.� Every house
with a daughter in the Coven of the Four Houses backed Lord Potter�s
resolution.� The House of Longbottom voted with them as well.

It was more than enough to carry.

The Slytherin vote wasn�t even
necessary.� Harry decided to hold that one in reserve just in case he needed it
later.

Harry spun out of Rosemerta�s
fireplace and, for once, didn�t fall but ran to the door grabbed his Firebolt
and mounted it on the run.� If there had been a record for the fastest time to
travel from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts before this particular day it was broken.� In
less than a minute Harry soared through the infirmary window where Madame
Pomfrey was attending Minerva�s wounds.� He did an impressive forward dismount
and ran to her bedside.

�How are you?�

�A bit bruised, a bit bloody, but
not much worse for the wear.�

He sat on the side of Minnie�s
hospital bed and pulled her, as gently as he could, into his arms.� �Minerva
McGonagall, don�t you ever do that to me again!�

If Poppy Pomfrey was shocked by
the behavior of her oldest and dearest friend and the unseemly intimate contact
with a student she didn�t show it.�

Harry looked down at the gash on
Minerva�s right thigh and then realized that her whole leg was uncovered all
the way up to her hip.� He looked worriedly at the matron who smiled.

�It�s a clean cut and will heal
very well, perhaps a thin line of a scar but that�s all.�

�Um, please don�t misunderstand
me Madame Pomfrey, but why are you not screaming at me right about now?�

The healer smiled, �Minnie and I
have no secrets, Mister, I mean, Lord Potter.� I gave her a thorough
examination when she completed the rejuvenation process.� I�m happy to say her
magical core will recover, by the way, in time.� I know why she underwent the
process and for whom.�� Her eyes narrowed, �I admit, I did try to dissuade her,
but she was adamant.�

�So you�re okay with us?�

Madame Pomfrey shrugged, �Time
will tell, but healer-patient information is privileged so . . .�

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and
then asked, �How long?�

�Normally I�d have a patient with
these wounds stay the night but I think I can trust her to not over-exert
herself.�� Poppy said, giving Minerva a significant look.

�Walk with me, Mister Potter, and
lend me your arm if you will, please.�

Harry lifted his elbow in her
direction, saying, �Of course, Professor.�

Since Helena Ravenclaw�s
apartment was along the way they had no trouble detouring into what had become
their living quarters.

Upon entering the living room Harry
collapsed in pain, clutching at his scar.� He didn�t even bother trying to
rise, the pain would just floor him again so he rolled onto his back and
grimaced, �He�s happy about something, and that can�t be good for us.�

There was a fluttering of small
wings as a bird or perhaps a bat flew to Harry.� The winged creature stood all
of twenty-five centimeters tall in her tiny bare feet as she landed near Harry�s
head.� Half a dozen coven wands tracked her as she approached the warlock.

�I�m so sorry, Harry, I was
distracted and could not block Riddle�s link.�

Harry squinted at the diminutive
deity he�d only ever seen in his dreams.

�Astarte?�

�In the flesh, such as it is,
baby.�

He looked up at the anxious faces
of his witches, �Its okay.� She�s with us.�

Astarte placed the palm of her
tiny hand on Harry�s scar and concentrated.� Then her face split into the
mischievous grin that Harry knew from his dreams.

�What did you do?�

�Why nothing, baby, but Riddle
has had his own ghastly passions reflected back.� I would guess he�s in much
worse shape than you at the moment.�

With Harry recovering from
curse-scar pain and Minerva needing to rest and recover from her duel it was a
sedate, cuddlesome group that turned in early that evening.

)O(

The next morning the headlines
read:

Mass
Prison Breakout, Azkaban Breeched!

The dementors had gone over to
Voldemort, and the worst of the worst, the Lestanges were free.
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