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TRIANGLE DISEASE

Part II

CHAPTER TWELVE

“Final Preparations”

By the_scribbler

The_scribbler (at) shadowgard (dot) com

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From
chapter eleven:

“Headmaster,
you asked for me? Fawkes spoke into my mind and bid me hurry.”

“Minerva,
I’ve just been visited by Hermione and Ginny Potter. I want you to see
something.”

Albus
touched his wand tip to his temple and pulled out the fresh memory. When it
touched the surface of the Pensieve, it immediately came to the surface, ready
to be viewed. The deputy headmistress of Hogwarts had used the Pensieve often
enough to know exactly what to do. She stepped up and placed her face to the
surface of the swirling basin. In a flash of light, she was gone.

Twenty
minutes later, when she had seen the entire memory, she re-appeared next to the
table that held the Pensieve. Her eyes, her whole face practically, was wet
with her tears. “Oh Albus, her prophecy
is true then, isn’t it. Everything is going to be all right.”

The Headmaster looked at his life-long friend. “Yes, Minnie, it is
going to work out. We wont’ be here to see it, but
everything will be all right. Harry and his wives will do just fine.”

Neither the
Headmaster nor his friend and loyal deputy-headmistress wanted to talk about
what each of them knew was coming. There was nothing to be done but their
best. Each knew that when the end came,
it would be quick and painless, and each would finally be free of all the burdens
that each had borne for all the many, long, happy years they had shared
together.

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Friday, March 14^th – 6:30 Pm. – The Great Hall, Potter Castle

It is the usual Friday night fracas
– over two thousand people packed into the great hall of Potter Castle.
Dinner had been a lively affair – a pasta buffet followed by a make-your-own
ice cream Sundays. Once everyone had
eaten his or her fill, Harry conjured a platform, so that he could be seen and
heard by everyone.

By now, so many in the sea of faces were friends. The muggle parents
had begun to really feel at home and the students were making more progress at
Hogwarts than any of the teachers could have ever believed. The teaching staff
had been doubled, so there were three teachers in each of the eight major
subjects, plus six professors whose full-time responsibilities were in the
adult-education courses.

There were
additional courses that all students had to take. They included the personal
weapons and defense courses; tactics (for team leaders only); and Muggle
studies. The only course that was elective (but not really, because of peer
pressure) was the Animagus course.

Harry was
pleased to note that every fourth year and above was studying to become an
animagus, including himself and his wives. Even Fred, George, and their soon-to-be
wives were taking the course (by special dispensation from Professor
Dumbledore). There had been a rash of
new relationships that had sprung up – especially between the former students
of Durmstrang and those of Beauxbatons.

As Harry
sprang up onto the platform to address the crowd, a hush began to fall. Harry hadn’t abused his position as Lord of
Potter Castle to hog the limelight, so as a consequence, when he did get up to
speak, people wanted to hear what he had to say.

“Sonorous”

“Good evening everyone!” Harry’s
magically amplified voice filled the hall and the crowd roared back with
applause and the stomping of feet.

“There’s a
lot going on that I need to tell you all about! It’s getting to be spring and
it’s time to kick Tom’s ass – but first, we’re going to annoy him. A lot. It’s my intention to use
every means available to us – newspapers, jumpers, ads written in the sky,
flyers, you name it. We’re going to let the entirety of the wizarding world
know that Tom’s a fraud. I want Tommy-boy jumping up and down and screaming in
frustration. I want him to be so angry that he can’t focus. I want us – all of
us – to have fun doing it. To that end, I’m offering my old Firebolt broom,
which I will sign, to the person or persons who come up with the best idea. If
one of you Muggles is tops, then you’ll have fifty thousand pounds plus a gift
or two out of the Potter family vault. We’ve got a thing or two that some of
you ladies might really like.

Ok – so the
competition begins today and ends in four weeks. Winners will be announced the
old fashioned way – my wives and I will pick them. There’ll be no more burning
goblets allowed here!”

There was a
round of laughter when Harry said that. Many Hogwarts students and quite a few
of the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students knew exactly how Harry felt about
the Goblet of Fire.

Harry
looked down at Dumbledore and at Minerva McGonagall. “Anything to say?” he
mouthed at them.

They both
shook their heads, so Harry focused his attention back out at the vast crowd.

“I need to
be serious for a moment and tell you what we think we are facing. Tom has a
core group of supporters numbering about twenty, give or take one or two. Names
and photos are being distributed in packets to all families and to all
students. I need everyone to memorize
those names and faces. Those are the ones we need hunt down and kill.”

There was a
gasp in the crowd. Many who weren’t members of the DA didn’t know what orders
had been given.

“I’m sorry
to be the one to have to break this news, but we – those of us who lead the DA
– took the decision that we are not going to give any quarter and we will take
no prisoners. Each of Tom’s followers
has killed repeatedly or used forgivable curses so many times that imprisonment
in Azkaban will no longer suffice as punishment. We are going to kill them,
just as I am going to kill Tom, when the time comes.”

Harry
walked in a small circle on the stage he had created, looking at his feet.

“I also
want to talk about some other things that are important. Many of you know by now that Pansy Parkinson
has returned to us. I also know that there has been some grumbling about this,
but that has to stop. Pansy has given me her personal witches’ promise and oath
of fealty, for herself and for her brother and sister. I will not tolerate,
therefore, any further complaining. We need and depend on every single person
who is assembled here tonight. There
also has been talk that Draco Malfoy has returned to us and that he has had a
change of heart. I’m telling you that
it’s true. I’ve spoken with Draco, and for all the animosity that he and I
shared, he is truly repentant. He was tortured by the dark lord, repeatedly,
and he is one of the few ever to survive that.”

There were
a few catcalls from the audience, which were abruptly silenced by magic. Harry
thought that he could feel the resonance of stunner spells, even at the
distance he was from the audience. He
continued speaking after a pause to consider what to say next.

“I want all
of you to know that Draco was willing to sacrifice himself for love. Not power,
not glory or fame or gold, but love. Draco will tell you, unabashedly, that he
loves Pansy. For that love, he defied
the dark lord and refused his order to either bring Pansy into the fold of the
death eaters or kill her. Draco refused, and for that, he was put under
the Cruciatus curse. Twice.”

“Should I tell them, Ginny, Hermione?”

Hermione
responded almost at once “Yes, if you
think it’s the right thing to do.” Ginny was less certain “Be careful in what you say, Harry. You don’t
want to give away the store. Oh, and go easy with the praise thing..…Draco did call me a ‘Foul little mudblood bitch’ and
wanted to see me raped before I was killed. There’s a part of me that still
wants pay-back for that.”

“He’s all yours. Just don’t kill him. I
promised Draco that we would not to that. Pansy wants Draco in one piece.” Hermione
snorted “I know, Hermione. Just make sure
that it’s clear to Draco that you’re just ‘clearing the air’ and not trying to
kill him.”

Hermione
was feeling a bit petulant and her tone reflected it. “Yes, Lord Potter, as you wish.” She leaned on the word ‘Lord’ and it
was clear to Harry that she was pretty unhappy with Harry’s decision to
rehabilitate Draco.

“Hermione, love. I’ve never known you to want revenge this
way. I won’t stop you if you want to go have it out with Draco. I’m just asking
that you leave him alive and at least fixable, medically.”

“Ok. I’m sorry, Harry. I don’t mean to be
nasty. I just want the little ferret to know that he can no longer threaten me
or mine.”

“I know, Hermione. I love you both and I
promise, on my magic, that he will never hurt or threaten either of you ever
again.”

“We know, Harry. We love you too. We just
don’t love Malfoy and he needs to know where he stands. We’d like to be the two
who teach him that lesson.”

“Ok, it’s fine. You know were he is.
Just…..leave me out of it. He doesn’t need to know that I ‘ok’d’ you to beat on him and frankly, there might
still be useful information that he can give us, despite what Luna said to the
contrary. We’ll get nothing more from him if he’s dying in St. Mungo’s.”

Ginny was
sitting right next to Hermione, close enough to hold hands and pick at the food
on each other’s plates. Neither of Harry’s wives had ventured to the ice-cream
Sunday buffet after dinner, but rather had settled for coffee with milk and a
shot of Ogden’s
Firewhiskey. Harry had never gotten used
to coffee, but rather had made quiet inquiries through Griphook to the people
at Harrods’ Tea department so that he could get his hands on his favorite –
Harrods’ loose-leaf English Breakfast Tea.
It seemed to everyone but Harry that once the winter had set in, he
always seemed to have a tall mug of hot tea with him wherever he went within Potter Castle.
It was middle of March and he still hadn’t rid himself of his tea habit.
Hermione and Ginny figured that for an addiction of sorts, it was pretty mild,
so they chose not to say anything about it.

Harry
resumed his speech to the assembled throng after his short conversation with
his wives.

“I also
want to tell all of you here tonight that it was LUCIUS Malfoy who first
contacted me about getting his family out.”

There was a
collective intake of breath on that and the room became very quiet. “Now Lucius
has a lot to answer for and I know that the Minister for Magic himself has made
apprehending Lucius a top priority, as Lucius has been, for a very long time,
Tom’s biggest financial backer. Without funds, Tom can’t do as much as he wants
to do with his plan to take over the world.
Scrimgeour doesn’t know that I have Lucius ‘confined to quarters’ as it
were and I know that he’s not going to learn it from anyone here, right? Good.
I’m glad to see that we’re in agreement. Lucius is just glad that his wife and
son are alive and I think that once he’s cooled his heals for a while, he will
be very helpful to us.”

The truth was, Lucius had been a veritable
fountain of information to Luna. She had spent twenty to thirty minutes talking
to him each day for four days and by the end of the time, she had so picked
apart his mind that there was nothing left to discover. Narcissa, on the other
hand, had really known nothing, and was simply scared to death that Harry was
going to order them killed at any time. Luna had had to assure her repeatedly
that no harm was wished for her and that she was going to live a long, full
life, once Tom was gone.

By the forth day of Luna’s interrogation of Lucius, Narcissa was so
worked up that it took Madame Pomfrey and a calming draft in order to get her
to settle down.

Harry conjured a black, full length set of armor and with a casual
flick of a hand, set it hovering above the crowd.

“See that? THAT is protective body armor, made of the hide of the
basilisk that I killed in my second year at Hogwarts. Since it died on Hogwarts
property – actually UNDER Hogwarts – it was the property of the school.
However, since the clean-up and reclamation cost of the hide was more than the
school was willing to spend, I stepped forward and offered to pay for said
services. Of course, that meant that the hide became mine…as well as the
basilisk teeth, the venom….”

Harry looked
around and saw Severus Snape sitting with Minerva McGonagall and the
Headmaster. Harry grinned at Snape, despite himself. Snape was no longer
wearing his dreaded black cape and suit, but was dressed very smartly in a deep
grey outfit that was done of Burberry’s finest wool. The cape that Severus was
wearing was done in Acromantulas silk, but lined very subtly, as Harry
observed, in an unbreakable layer of dragon-hide. The cape itself bore the
crest of Snape’s new school of advanced potions studies, which going to be
launched at the beginning of the summer term.

About a quarter of the
basilisk venom that had been collected was sold for ₤500 per cc and the
galleons had gone to fund the new school’s equipment needs, including certain
platinum caldrons and other such items. When Harry had turned all of the
remaining venom over to Severus one cold Monday afternoon at the beginning of
February, Harry’s former potions professor was speechless. Harry had grinned at him
and said, “Here, Professor. Just…please don’t poison any of the
students, ok?”

With that,
Harry had apparated away, leaving Severus Snape to wonder what he had done to
deserve the forgiveness that Harry had extended. He was beginning to feel
slightly ashamed of how he had treated James’ only son and wondering if he’d
made a huge mistake in not becoming a friend to Harry Potter.

Harry
realized that he had let his mind wander for a moment and that the audience was
beginning to wonder what he was doing on stage, not speaking. Harry turned red with embarrassment and
fumbled for his words for a moment.

“I…I’m
sorry. I sometimes get ahead or behind myself and my thoughts go off in
different directions.”

“Ladies and
gentlemen, tonight we are going to introduce, for the first time, introduce the
students from Beauxbatons’ Academy
of Magic and, as our
beloved Headmaster described them, the Proud Sons of Durmstrang Academy for
Magical Studies.

First – the beautiful women of Beauxbatons’!”

The huge
doors at the end of the great hall opened and in came one hundred and
sixty-five of the most beautiful, elegant women that anyone in the audience had
ever seen. Fleur Delacour was not among them, as she had been graduated the
previous year. However, her younger sister, Gabrielle, was in the group and she,
along with all of the others, came into the hall in an almost ethereal manner.
It wasn’t so much that the young women of Beauxbatons’ walked as glided.
There were a fair few brunettes, blondes, redheads, and a number of
stunning-looking raven-haired young women who would give Cho Chang a run for
her money.

Once they
reached the head of the hall, where Harry stood waiting, the young women
assembled in several straight lines. Harry looked at them and then at his
wives. Ginny and Hermione were watching Harry like hawks. “They’re beautiful Harry. No, you can’t have one.”

“Who said I wanted one? I have, in my life,
the two most beautiful women the world has ever known. Certainly
the two most wonderful and most loving.”

Hermione
and Ginny held each others’ hands tightly and smiled at Harry. Ginny sent him a
thought “Good answer, love. We’re glad
you know where your heart is.”

“It’s always been with the two of you, my
loves. Now, can I get back to what I was doing?”

Hermione blew Harry a mental raspberry.

Harry turned his attention back to the last part of the remarks he had
to make to the assembled group. Harry grinned at the girls from Beauxbatons’.
They all knew what was coming and some of them looked pretty excited about it. Harry took out his wand and pointed it at the
beautiful girls. Harry said in his loudest voice “Accio dresses!”

Suddenly, dresses of the fifty girls who were standing in front and
apart from the rest were slithering down sensuous bodies and over to where Harry
was standing. Instead of panicking, the Beauxbatons’ girls posed and flirted
with the crowd, as their amazingly form-fitting body armor was revealed.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, thanks to one dead basilisk, I am pleased to
introduce Strike Team One from Beauxbatons’ Academy of Magic. The girls you see modeling before you are all
seventh- and eighth-year students who are going to be their school’s
contribution to the efforts to defeat Tom and his cronies.

I have also provided normal dragon-hide armor to the rest of the girls
from the school. I want to thank every one of them for their dedication to the
collective defense of Hogwarts and this community. Ladies? If you could find your seats? Thank you.

Now, I am very proud to introduce the Vilnius Nastavnic of
Durmstrang; the schools’ new headmaster, Markus Bartusevičius.”

The doors at the end of the hall opened once again and the distinctive
sound of heavy boots clattering on a stone floor echoed all around. Up the center isle came a tall, grey-bearded
man wearing a great-coat and a sable hat. The great coat bore the patch of
Durmstrang on one side and the hammer and sickle of the once-great Soviet Union on the other. He waived to the people seated on either side
of the enormous hall and there was a loud round of applause for him and for
Durmstrang itself.

Unnoticed by the assembled throng, Albus Dumbledore rose and turned to
walk the center isle, down to a point where he could greet the tall, Durmstrang
headmaster. When the two met, Dumbledore extended his hand in formal greeting
and said “Sveiki atryke”.

Bartusevičius cracked a smile as he heard his native language
spoken and said “Viso labo”.
Once the traditional greetings had
been exchanged, the two headmasters turned to face the front of the hall and
made their way up to side-by-side chairs. Harry disapparated from where he was
standing to a spot just in front of the chairs.

Harry extended his hand, as was the
Lithuanian custom, and waited for the new headmaster to take it. In perfect
English, Bartusevičius said “Lord Potter, thank you for welcoming me. I am
glad to be here.”

“Not as glad as we are to have
you. I am sorry that we had to request to pull you away from your position as
Magical advisor to the Russian
Federation. I know that they were counting
on you to help them with their problem with vampires in Kazakhstan and the unfortunate problem that the
dragons were creating in the Sayan
Mountains. I asked Charlie
Weasley, our dragon expert, to gather a team to go and assist with that. He
should be arriving there tomorrow at the latest.

Your students are excellent and they have done a great deal already to
make you proud. They’ve organized themselves; established their own prefects;
and are academically every bit as good, if not a touch better, then the
Hogwarts students. I suspect that my fellow students, and yes, I am also still
a student, don’t take their learning with the same diligence that visitors do,
because we’re having fun too much of the time.”

“You are too kind, Lord Potter. Albus, here, has been communicating
with me regularly as you and he talked about the need for a new headmaster for
Durmstrang. I guess that your Headmaster takes much more of an interest in
foreign affairs than most other headmasters.”

Harry grinned. He was very proud of how much he had learned from
Dumbledore since they had reconciled their relationship, but he also knew that
he was just a young man and that it was impossible for him to compete with the
knowledge of 167 years.

“Headmaster Bartusevičius, you will find
that my headmaster knows much more than he ever lets on. It’s both one of his
most endearing and most frustrating qualities. I think that he prides himself
and being one step ahead of his students and in this case, as the Chief Wizard
of the Wizengamot and the deputy premier of the International Confederation of
Wizards, he knows even more than that, right, Headmaster?”

Albus Dumbledore was genuine touched that Harry could speak of him with
such unabashed enthusiasm and affection, and he put a gentle hand on Harry’s
shoulder.

“Markus, if I may call you that, I would be remiss, and surely Lord
Potter would be remiss, if we didn’t introduce you to the Mistresses of Clan
Potter.”

“Hermione? Ginny, would
you come over and make yourselves known to Headmaster Bartusevičius? You two are
much better at diplomacy than I ever will and I’ve got a meeting to conclude.
If I don’t get some of the younger students off to bed, they’re going to fall
asleep at their tables. Plus, we have daughters to feed and get to bed
ourselves.”

She acknowledged the request and the two of them rose to walk over to
where the new headmaster was standing.

Harry watched as they made their introductions and then got back to
what he was doing. He magically amplified his voice one last time before
jumping up onto the platform where he had been standing five minutes ago.

“Ok – sorry for that interruption. All of you have now gotten a look at
the new Durmstrang Headmaster. We’re very pleased that he’s here, because he’s
going to be helping to administrate many aspects of their learning and
coordinating their efforts, particularly, with the ladies of Beauxbatons’.

There is also some really good news that I want to share tonight. At the end of the month almost a quarter of
the upper-level students will be attempting their animagus transformations for
the first time under the full moon. That is great good news! We expect that
every single attempt will be successful! However, medi-witches will be standing
by to help just in case someone gets stuck during the transformation and needs
to be pulled back out of it.

Professor Snape has overseen the preparation of the transformation
potions and so we are extremely confident that everything will go without a
hitch.

Now, it is time for bed for the fourth years and under. Prefects, would you see your charges to their
dorms, please?”

The next five minutes were taken up by the movement of benches; hugs
goodnight; and the formalization of last minute plans for the next day’s
activities.

Once the younger students had cleared out, Harry climbed the platform
again, to make the more somber announcements that hadn’t been fit for the
younger students.

“I hesitated to make these announcements while the younger students
were here. Parents – you’re going to
want to hear this, because your sons and daughters are preparing for the next
phase against Tom Riddle and his followers.

Next week we start hitting Tom back. That means we’re going on the
offense. Next Friday night, we will not be meeting here, but rather in our
teams, to finalize plans and to make sure that everyone has been fully briefed.
Once the plans have been distributed, no one will be allowed to leave the
company of his or her team. The teams will stay together for operational
security until after the mission is over.
God willing, we will ALL return to celebrate and to put X’s through the
portraits of those we are hunting.”

“Hermione? Can you take
over? I’m suddenly really tired and I am just about talked out. When you’re
finished, come to bed?”

Hermione apparated directly onto the platform and picked up where Harry
had left off. Harry leapt down from the platform and walked over to where Ginny
was standing. “let’s go get the girls. Hermione can finish up
here.”

Harry and Ginny held hands and disappeared.

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An hour later, Harry was once again in the arms of the two women he
loved most and for the first time in a while, found himself
anxious and not sure that what he was planning was either the right or wise
thing to do…but neither Ginny nor Hermione were sure, either.

They were going on the offensive soon and they had committed themselves
to hunting and then killing the death eaters. The first time Tom had tried to
claim power, the same thing had been tried by the Minister for Magic and it had
caused repercussions, not many of them good.
Did a bunch of kids – not full grown witches and wizards – but children, have the
right, individually or collectively, to sign death certificates?

Was he just playing God and playing at being a leader? Was that what he
wanted to be remembered for? Harry tossed and turned for the rest of the night;
wrestling with his uncertainties and doubts. It made the coming of the dawn
that much harder to see.
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Triangle Disease - Part II

CHAPTER TWELVE

“Final Preparations”

Friday, March 14th – 6:30 Pm. – The Great Hall, Potter Castle

Friday, March 14^th – 6:30 Pm. – The Great Hall, Potter Castle