The Afterlife and Times of Myrtle Potter | By : NormanCharles Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 19696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 17: The Law and Justice
Author’s note: Myrtle is
possessing Hermione’s body; Hermione is somehow in control of an essensential
(commonly known as a dementor). The Hermione/Myrtle combination will simply be
known as Myrtle from now on, with an occasional reference to her being in
Hermione’s form. The Noir/Hermione symbiot will be known simply as Hermione,
or the symbiot. I hope this cuts down on the confusion.
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Judge Vance saw Harry enter the
Wizengamot and called a two hour recess.
"You didn't have to do that
for me sir" Harry groused.
"Not at all Harry, truth be
told, I need a break. We all do. What can I do for the Elfin Moses?" he
smirked.
The young wizard groaned but
took the mild abuse in good humor.
"I need a good lawyer sir;
I've apparently inherited massive debt along with a mountain in Canada, and an island in the Caribbean and various and sundry cursed objects."
The judge's eyebrows climbed
halfway up his forehead.
"And my parent's home in
Godric's Hollow has been demolished; the property turned into a magical tourist
trap."
Judge Vance shook his head in
disbelief.
"My image is being used by
no less than six products without my permission, products I never use and
wouldn't dream of endorsing."
"Let me guess" the
judge asked, "the ‘Peace of Mind’ Morning After potion?"
"Right in one sir"
Harry said, scowling, "in an unrelated area, I'd like to remove Narcissa
Black Malfoy from Azkaban, apparently as her Head of Family I'm allowed to,
what is the phrase, ward her?"
"You wish to become Mrs.
Malfoy's warder?"
"Perhaps, I need to speak
with her first."
"Anything else Harry?"
the judge asked.
"Yes sir, I would like to
try to convince the ministry that the Kissed of Azkaban have suffered enough,
I'd like to help Ginny Weasley's efforts as much as I can."
"You don't need a solicitor
Harry, you need a bulldog; someone with a vindictive streak interlaced with
unflagging tenacity. In short, a real pain in the arse."
"Have someone in
mind?" he asked, hopefully.
"Oh yes," the judge
chuckled, "this is right up her alley – I'd send her an owl but as Chief
Justice that would tie me in to your representation and I'd have to recuse
myself from any KoA cases that crossed my docket.
"I appreciate the
recommendation sir, I'll owl her myself and hope for the best."
"Oh, she's the best alright;
she's my ex-wife and Emiline's mother."
“May I have her address?”
“Zubediah Vance, pronounced ‘Zoo
– bay – duh,’ if you say ‘Zoo – buh – dye – uh’ she’ll kick you out of her
office.
“Interesting name, sir.”
“Turkish,” he said proudly,
“brilliant mind, but Merlin, what a temper! And she doesn’t suffer fools gladly”
he chuckled.
“You seem to be on good terms
with her, I mean, ex-wife and all. . .”
“We’re the best of friends, since
we’re not married anymore, oh lad,” he looked wistful, “the fights we had!”
“You miss the fighting?”
Harry asked, incredulously.
“Not at all, son, it was the
making up again, and again, and again . . . oh yes!”
Feeling uncomfortable with the
TMI he asked “Where is her office, sir?”
“She has a small office just
over Flourish and Blotts, just send the owl to Z. Vance, Diagon Alley.”
“Thank you sir, I will. Care to
join us for a spot of lunch?”
“Someplace in mind Harry?”
“D’ you like Chinese?”
They met Mrs. Potter in the
Wok-n-Roll.
“Congratulations you two, best
of friends already? Good, excellent in fact, best way to start out. Will you
be hand fasting before the wedding or just wait until the first child is on the
way?”
Experience had taught Harry the
best way to learn about his wizarding heritage was to let people know when he
didn’t know what they were talking about.
“Sorry sir, I don’t understand
the reference.”
Myrtle’s encyclopedic knowledge
of wizarding customs came to the fore, “in many wizard families a couple will
be hand fasted, this constitutes a legal and binding marriage, the wedding
often waits until the couple can demonstrate their fertility, once the woman
becomes pregnant then the wedding takes place.”
“Surely you’ve noticed the lack
of large families in wizard families,” Judge Vance interjected, “many couples
come up unable to procreate, when this happens one or both partners may
dissolve their hand-fasting without having to resort to divorce.”
“But the Weasleys have seven
children!” Harry observed.
“Unusual to say the least, it’s
why women of the Prewitt line are so revered in our world, very passionate,
very fertile” the old barrister mused, “And the last of the Prewitt line is
caring for the Kissed in St. Mungo’s at this moment.”
“Yes sir, about that” Harry
started nervously, “is there anything we can do about their situation?”
“It just so happens I have some
ideas along those lines Harry, you are willing to ward Narcissa Black Malfoy?”
“I would like to speak with her
first, but yes, I would be willing to do that.”
“You will have to pay her fee,
fines really for criminal penalties, court costs, food and lodging.”
Harry looked horrified, “I have
to pay for her lodging, is that what you call a cell in that stinking prison; lodging?”
“I know its ironic Harry, but
the system has been in place for a thousand years, and you know the wizarding
world is slow to change.”
“Can anyone be warded?” Harry
asked.
“No, those guilty of capitol
crimes can’t be – although having a dark mark is prima facia evidence of murder.”
He looked thoughtful for a moment and continued “if charges aren’t brought
against the accused they can be warded.”
“I think my townhouse in Grimauld Place is going to get crowded. . .”
The judge smiled a predatory
smile, “Would it interest you to know that prior to their marriage, there was
no Malfoy manor, that it was in fact, the Black estate?”
Harry’s eyebrows climbed to his
forehead, “do say?”
“Yes, and if, as the Scion of
the Black Family, you were to annul the marriage, all properties would revert
to your control. Beautiful estate, a thousand hectares of pasture, a lake, a
manor house that would put most resorts to shame. Lots of rooms. . .”
“I get it sir, I get it. May we
see the soon to be ex Mrs. Malfoy this afternoon?”
“You’ll need your solicitor and
your properties manager in attendance; can you be in my chambers after four
o’clock?”
“We’ll be there sir.”
The group assembled in Judges
Chambers was eclectic to say the least, two guards, one newly assigned from St.
Mungo’s and one from Azkaban. Two prisoners, the close cropped Ginevra Weasley
and the equally shorn Narcissa Black-Malfoy (apparently there still is a
problem with body lice in Azkaban). Harry and Myrtle (currently residing in
Hermione's body) were standing in a tight group with Sharpclaw and a strikingly
exotic woman of indeterminate age whom Judge Vance introduced as “Zed,
solicitor of record for the families Potter and Black.”
“Mrs. Malfoy,” the judge
started, “do you have any idea why you are in chambers this afternoon?”
“No doubt to deprive me of yet
another property or privilege milord, although I don’t know what else I may
have of significance save my life, which is of very little value anymore.”
She wasn’t acting proud, she
wasn’t being sarcastic; she was simply stating the truth as she saw it.
“Milord” Harry interjected, “may
I have a few moments in private with Mrs. Malfoy?”
The DMLE guards, Judge Vance and
Zed said “no” simultaneously.
“But I can offer you discretion
within these chambers,” the Chief Justice offered, “simply sit at the end of
the conference table and I will erect a privacy ward. That way you may speak
in confidence.”
Harry moved to the end of the
table and pulled out a chair for her.
Mrs. Malfoy nodded her thanks as
she sat gracefully.
Judge Vance cast the spell then
turned his back to speak with Zubediah in a sotto voice, “can you see them m’
dear?”
“Of course, you old goat” she
grinned affectionately, “I don’t suppose you told them that I can read lips?”
“Must have slipped my mind. . .”
Harry began, “Mrs. Malfoy, I
have a proposition for you.”
“Mr. Potter,” she interrupted,
“what can you possibly have to offer that I would accept?”
“I can get you out of Azkaban.”
At that point he had her undivided
attention.
“I have to know Mrs. Malfoy, did
you support Voldemort?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I was required to Mr.
Potter. My husband” she spat the word, “followed the Dark Lord, therefore I
followed the Dark Lord. And for him my – my son was marked as well.” A
single tear traced down her cheek at this.
“I am still learning what it is
to be a wizard and now I find myself the Head of House for two Noble Houses,
two Noble Ancient Houses; my wife tells me that I need the help of
someone who knows what it means to be Noble and Ancient.”
“Someone like me?” she asked,
daring to hope.
“I would assume responsibility
for you Ma’am, it would mean annulling your marriage-”
“My son would be declared
bastard!”
“- my wife tells me he could
still inherit from you, name, properties, begin to rebuild the good name of the
Black family.”
“Your lady wife knows our
customs very well for a, um, muggleborn” she smiled tentatively.
“She is wise beyond her years
Ma’am” he smiled in return.
“You would be willing to be my
Warden?”
“If you would be willing to
teach me the ways of wizard high society, yes.”
“Let us speak to the Judge then”
she said, rising with much more poise and confidence than before.
The first order of business was
for Harry to place the Black family ring on his finger, he placed it on the
middle finger of his right hand. Then before the witnesses in the judge’s
office he declared the marriage of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black to be
annulled.
Narcissa had been holding both
hands to her abdomen, eyes closed as in expectation.
“Am I free of him?” she asked
tentatively.
“Yes” Judge Vance assured her.
She sat heavily in the chair
behind her, “oh thank all the gods that ever were!” She looked up at her
confused benefactors and explained “Lucius placed a disemboweling curse upon me
so that if I ever sought a divorce my entrails would spill and burst into
flame!”
Myrtle made the connection
first, “but you didn’t seek a divorce, so you’re safe!”
“Yes!”
Second order of business,
reclamation of the Black Estates near the Scottish border in Campeltown, and
plans to convert it to a long term care and recovery ward for the dementor
kissed. Sharpclaw looked at the deeds, the annual maintenance fees and general
upkeep for such a large property and pronounced it a worthwhile and viable
endeavor.
Ginny would be moving to the
estates to oversee the day to day needs of the Kissed while Harry, Zubediah and
the judge tried to convince the Wizengamot to release the Kissed of Azkaban
into their care.
There was a discrete knock on
the door as a folded parchment appeared under the door.
“Ah, I was expecting this,” he
handed the parchment to Ginny, “it’s a summons for you to appear in the
courtyard as your brothers demand satisfaction from young mister Malfoy on your
behalf.”
Ginny’s face, already pale, went
snow white.
“May we go quickly milord?”
The group arrived in the
courtyard just in time to see Charlie and Bill pulling the chains tight
stretching Draco’s thin naked body into a painful “X”. A small crowd was
already forming.
As Charlie checked the
restraints on Draco’s leg he whispered, “Did you know that the femoral artery
is just inside your thigh? When I cut your balls off I’m going to accidentally
slip. By the time they get you out of this rig you will have bled out.”
Draco didn’t say a word, he just
looked straight ahead.
“My only regret” Charlie
continued, “is that I don’t get to do this for every time you raped my baby
sister!”
The boy on the rack just looked
at the powerfully built Weasley as though he was saddened by the sight of him.
Charlie struck in anger, back-handing
him, loosening teeth.
Draco spat blood and whispered,
“Remember to twist the knife, I’ll bleed out faster.”
Bill Weasley held the lash,
cracking the tip with practiced ease.
“Milord” Ginny asked, “May I
speak with Draco?”
The judge nodded.
Bill looked curious and Charlie
nodded in grim satisfaction as Ginny approached her attacker.
“Charlie,” she whispered,
passing close to her brothers on her way to Malfoy “may I have your wand for
just a moment please?”
Expecting one of her famous “bat
bogey” hexes Charlie surreptitiously slid his wand into her hand where she
secreted it in her sleeve.
She walked up to the bound
Malfoy and said “hello Draco.”
“Hello Gin, come to watch?”
“You’ve looked better” she
rejoined.
“You look great, even with the
buzz cut.”
She walked around behind him and
placed her hands on his arms and shouted “bindus carpus e tarsus!”
The spell manacled her to his
back wrist to wrist, ankle to ankle, luckily they were about the same height or
it would have been excruciating for her.
Charlie screamed “Ginny, what
are you doing? Get away from him!”
She looked back over her
shoulder to her stunned audience, “go ahead Bill, twenty lashes, right? Only
you’ll have to go through me to do it!”
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In the U.K. judges are referred to as “Milord” when acting in their official capacity.
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