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The Corruption of Lily Potter	By : jamspectrum1274 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 93627 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own anything described in this story. All original works to the Harry Potter franchise belongs to J.K. Rowling. No copywright infringement is intended. I do not make any money off of this, as I am only doing this for fun.

Chapter List
- 16
- 17
- 18
The Corruption of Lily Potter
Chapter 16
The Serpent Awakens Part 2
(The Wizengamot & the Blocked Passage)
Late Evening-#4 Privet Drive

Inspector Banks sighed as he stood in front of Vernon Dursley as he incoherently yelled at the short man. The reason for this of course was all about the incident that took place that very morning. Banks had just informed Vernon that based on witness statements taken from the neighborhood, and until he could interview Harry Potter himself, the death of Marge Dursley would be ruled an act of self-defense. Vernon of course was livid at hearing such a thing, not only because his sister and his secret lover was murdered by that retched boy, but he was just told that Harry Potter was going to get away with it. Of course, what Vernon didn’t know at the time was that Inspector Banks had only talked to one person outside of the Dursley family, and that was Mr. Grin. Grin had arrived just moments after McGonagall had taken Harry out of the house, and after getting the gist of what had happened, he picked up a phone and called the people he needed to. One of those people happened to have been Banks immediate superior, who sent him directly to Surrey to handle the situation.

Grin was just outside of the house waiting for Banks to finish his conversation with Vernon. Once Banks had finished, he exited the house and walked over to the elderly man. With an intense frown, Banks said: “A difficult situation this is, sir. There’s a chance that Harry Potter will never re-enter our world after what happened here this morning.”

“Oh, I think he will, Inspector Backs.” Grin smiled, keeping his eyes locked through the living room window at a fuming, pacing Vernon. “However, my main concern right now is Dursley and what he and his sister tried to do this morning. Finish your report and have a copy sent to me as soon as possible.”

“What about Potter, sir? I won’t be able to finish my report without talking to him.” Banks said to him, a little fearful of what Grin might do for stating this. “To tell the truth, sir, Dursley may have created an opening with his mistake. If Potter returns, we can hold him for questioning in regard to this incident, and…”

“If you were to hold him, even for a little while, his fellow Mudbloods would find a way to free him before we had a chance to mark him.” Grin interrupted him, a lot calmer than Banks expected to hear from him. “No, close the case immediately, and make up a fictional account of you questioning Potter. Anything you write down, I can have it corroborated by your superiors with any evidence they need. Now, if there isn’t anything else, I thank you for your support, and I bid you a good evening.”

Banks nodded and quickly left Grin standing in front of the Durley home. As Banks got into his car, he waved his hand to his fellow police officers letting them know that it was time to leave. Banks knew that it would be at least several days to complete the report on Marge Dursley’s death, as he had to wait for the autopsy report and then compile the fake interview of Potter. Banks had to wonder as he started his car, though, how was Grin going to get a video recording of Potter being questioned.

Grin waited until the street was completely emptied before entering the Dursley home. As soon as he did, he slammed the front door shut and entered the living room, glaring at Vernon in complete anger. Vernon stopped pacing at that moment, and as soon as he saw Grin standing in front of him, a cold tremble went down his spine and Vernon’s anger ebbed away only to be replaced be tremendous fear. Grin stood there silently and continued to glare at Vernon, like a parent would have done when their kid got in trouble and they didn’t want their parent to know it. Within moments, Vernon stammered so fast at Grin, it almost sounded like he was screaming it all out at once.

“Mr. Grin, I can explain, sir. We were trying to do what all Supremacists have done for centuries.” Vernon said terrified at the man in front of him. “If that Mudblood bitch hadn’t barged into my home, then we would have succeeded in branding Potter, and Marge would still be alive. All I ask is another chance with that retched boy and I can brand that boy once and for all.”

“Silence Dursley!” Grin said with a tone that wasn’t ever heard in public. It was this tone that made nearly every member of the Human Supremacists fear him for the better part of three decades. “You and your sister were specifically told to do whatever it took to weaken Potter without threatening his life directly. Also, while I did not specifically order you not to use the branding iron on the boy, I did make it clear that we were waiting to hear from Granger and Davis before I made a final decision on what to use to discern the location of Hogwarts as well as the other Mudblood schools.”

“If it hadn’t been for that old bitch…” Vernon started to say, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Grin closed the distance between them and grabbed the heavier man’s throat. With unbelievable strength for someone his age, Grin squeezed Vernon’s throat, causing him the gag and suffocate slowly. Within the minute, Vernon was on his knees choking by Grin’s hand. However, when Vernon got to his knees, Grin released his grip on the man’s neck and stepped back from the man, letting him catch his breath.

“Minerva McGonagall showing up here was quite a surprise, even to me Dursley.” Grin stated. “However, it does not change our goal for our use for Potter when the time comes. As for what I need from you Dursley is for you to do absolutely nothing from this point unless you hear from me first. With that being said, I do have a task for your son, so you will tell me the hotel where your wife and him are staying at.”

“Of course, sir.” Vernon said hoarsely, and told him the location of the hotel his wife and son was staying at, all while still trying to catch his breath. Grin nodded, satisfied with the message he had sent and walked out of the living room. However, before leaving the house, he heard Vernon ask: “How did you know who that Mudblood was, sir?”

“I’ve been the leader of the Human Supremacists for over thirty years, Dursley. Do you think that I wouldn’t know who she was.” Grin answered, opening the front door slowly. Not bothering to entertain Vernon’s company any longer, he left the house, slamming the door behind him. However, as he walked off the front porch, a thought did enter his head: ‘What was McGonagall doing here?’

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Same moment-Minister Fudge’s office

Both Cornelius Fudge and Albus Dumbledore were frowning intently, with Fudge pacing back-and forth on his side of the desk, and Dumbledore sitting calmly on the opposite side. It was very clear that neither man were very happy with what had happened that morning at the Dursley home. As Fudge kept pacing, he turned to Dumbledore and said: “Why was your subordinate at that house, Albus? She ruined our plans for Potter by interrupting what those infernal Supremacists were going to do.”

“Our plans involved them killing the boy, not branding him to try to get the location of Hogwarts.” Dumbledore countered, stroking his long white beard. “As for Minerva, I can honestly tell you that I’ve had no knowledge of her being in Surrey this morning, nor do I know why she intervened on Potter’s behalf.”

“Are you saying that she acted impulsively?” Fudge stopped pacing and stood next to his fireplace. “Albus, that does not sound like the Minerva McGonagall we both know. She must have had some reason to be there, as she’s not known to just show up there without some kind of plan.”

“Of that, I agree with you,” Dumbledore replied, still stroking his beard. “However, I do think it’s best for both of us to strategize on how to best deal with this situation in regard to Potter.”

“The death of Marge Dursley was not caused by magical means.” Fudge frowned intently. “As an Heir to an ancient and noble house, we can question Potter about the incident, and if need be, we can turn him over to the Muggle authorities if they find evidence to take him into custody. However, it’s clear to me that Potter acted in self-defense, so unless Vernon Dursley gets his way, there’s nothing we can do.”

“Relax, Cornelius. As soon as we hear from Madam Bones, we will convene the Wizengamot and question our young Mr. Potter on record,” Dumbledore stood up from his chair and stopped stroking his beard. “We may not be able to do much else, but we can certainly make things very difficult for him while he sits in front of us.”

“And Minerva? We have to hear from her as well,” Fudge looked at Dumbledore as he walked back to his desk. “After all, she was there and because of that fact alone, we can make things very difficult as well.”

Dumbledore frowned at Fudge and took one step closer to where Fudge stood said, “I do not need her discredited, Cornelius. At least not yet. Minerva is still useful in her role as Head of Gryffindor House. Question her if you must but do nothing that might damage her credibility in front of the Wizengamot. When the school-term begins, I will have a private conversation with her regarding her actions this morning.”

Fudge nodded, somewhat in fear of the stance Dumbledore was currently in, “Very well, Albus. It will be done.”

Both men looked at the door to Fudge’s office and waited for the knock that was supposed to come. Both Dumbledore and Fudge sat back down after a few minutes when no knock had yet occurred and sighed uncomfortably. ‘What is taking Bones so long?’ Dumbledore and Fudge thought as they waited even longer.

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Same time-Madam Bones’ office

“What is taking them so long, Mr. Prendergast?” Madam Bones nearly snapped as she stood in front of a large, brown suitcase that sat atop of her desk. “Ever since you’ve picked them up in this suitcase, Minerva and Harry have been locked inside of it doing who knows what. I can only delay Minister Fudge for so much longer.”

“You need to relax, Amelia,” Thaddeus smiled weakly as he sat on the opposite side of Bones’ desk. Both of them were looking directly at the suitcase, waiting for it to open and for Harry and Minerva to emerge from it. “Besides, we both know what they’re doing, and most likely, Lily Potter has joined them. Harry’s bloodlust is one of the most severe that I’ve ever seen, and quite frankly, it’s liable to only get worse from here. He’s killed someone, and while it’s clear that he acted in self-defense, it’s also clear that Harry wanted to kill Marge Dursley.”

“First of all, Mr. Prendergast, it’s Madam Bones while we are in the Ministry,” Bones frowned at Thaddeus, walking around her desk to face him. She then bent over to look him directly in the eye and whispered: “We must be careful, there are eyes and ears in almost every office here, especially mine. While I have protections that prevent certain spying devices and spells from looking to closely into my affairs, I wouldn’t put it past Fudge and Undersecretary Umbridge to have found a way to bypass them.”

Thaddeus nodded, but pulled out a large pointed nose out of his jacket pocket. Smiling a little wider he said, “I’ve already thought of that, Amelia. An old gag from one of my brothers, this nose can detect any spell or enchantment that is designed to spy on us. He created it because our parents had a habit of using those type of spells and devices to spy on us when we were little, and he was always causing mischief and wanted to avoid getting caught. If anybody was spying on us, it would make a very loud snoring sound.”

“You still need to be careful, regardless,” She answered, still frowning. She then straightened herself back up and looked over at the suitcase again. “How much longer do you think they’re going to be?”

Right as Thaddeus was about to answer, the lock to the suitcase clicked and the top sprung open as Harry Potter slowly exited it, followed even more slowly by Minerva McGonagall. Harry had a very large smile on his face as he stepped onto the floor, holding Minerva’s hand and helping her out of the suitcase. It was clear to both Thaddeus and Bones that Minerva was barely lucid as her legs were trembling with every step she took. Her appearance as well was somewhat disheveled, even though her glamour was back, as her pointed green hat was placed on poorly and her grey hair was loosely pinned up. Her green gown was wrinkled and unbuttoned as she was trying not to have it slide off of her shoulders. However, when Harry released Minerva’s hand, Bones guided her over to a chair and got her to sit down. Harry, still smirking, sat down next to Thaddeus and looked over at the suitcase where his mother was barely standing, panting heavily. Thaddeus looked at Lily first, then Minerva, and finally Harry as he said with a deep sigh, “I was beginning to think that you weren’t coming out.”

“Sorry, Professor Prendergast,” Harry said, taking a deep breath as he spoke. “We lost track of time while we were, well you know.”

Bones shook her head at hearing that but smiled at Harry while helping Minerva to look more presentable. She did ask Minerva quietly: “You didn't handle him all by yourself, did you?”

“No, of course not, Amelia.” Minerva replied, breathing heavily. “After we entered, Harry called Divia Patil and I got Poppy and Rolanda to floo to us. If it was just me, I wouldn't even be lucid, much less than walking.”

“You're forgetting about me, Minerva.” Lily smiled as she walked uneasily towards Harry and Thaddeus. “I had to possess all four of you ladies just so Harry wouldn’t wear all of you out from his unbridled stamina. Unfortunately, I don’t think I helped that much.”

“Where are Divia Patil, Poppy, and Rolanda now?” Thaddeus asked both Harry and Lily.

“They’re passed out in the master bedroom inside the suitcase.” Harry answered. “Only Minerva and Mum were the only ones still awake by the time my bloodlust went away.”

“Barely, my dear Harry.” Minerva smiled as she now looked more presentable. Nodding her thanks to Bones, she continued: “I’m surprised that you didn’t pass out from exhaustion from what you did to all of us.”

“I’m more hungry than tired right now, Minerva.” Harry shrugged before give an appreciative glance at Bones. Even though she was wearing her Ministry robes, Harry could tell that Bones had a very nice figure. If he had to guess, she was in her late forties, but looked ten years younger without the need of a glamour, and he could only hope that whatever she was covering behind her robes would only add to this regal woman’s attraction.

After Bones made sure that Minerva was presentable for the Wizengamot, she stepped back and turned towards Thaddeus and Harry and said: “I better let Minister Fudge and Chief Warlock Dumbledore know that you both are ready for your appearance before the Wizengamot. When it’s time to appear, I will have someone come get you.”

Both Harry and Minerva nodded, and Bones moved towards the door to her office. As she passed Harry, Bones looked at him for a moment and with a slight smile, winked at him. Harry was slightly shocked at seeing her do this, but after she exited the office, he frowned for the first time as he turned to look at Thaddeus and asked him: “What do you think Dumbledore is going to do when I sit in front of the Wizengamot.”

“He’s going to try to make you look guilty, even though you're not,” Thaddeus responded. “He’ll make it look like he’s on your side, though, so I suggest that you be very careful on how you answer questions he and Fudge ask you. Answer truthfully, but don’t volunteer anything more than what they ask you.”

Harry nodded his understanding and decided to wait quietly until he was summoned. Thaddeus looked over at Minerva after a minute and asked her, “Why were you at the Dursley home this morning?”

“Oh, I wanted to pay Harry a visit because he expressed interest in learning how to become an Animagus,” Minerva answered, her breathing now more controlled. “I intended to talk with him about having lessons made for him and anyone else he knew would be interested.”

“Really? Students in America don’t attempt such a thing until they’re at least sixteen,” Thaddeus told her, very curious at the thought of why Harry wanted to become an Animagus. However, another thought entered Thaddeus’ head and he decided to ask Minerva. “I’m quite surprised you haven’t said anything about how we’re talking about Dumbledore. Is there a particular reason why?”

“Well, while I don’t approve of how you and Harry talk about Albus, I can’t exactly blame you either,” Minerva replied. “After the events dealing with the Philosopher’s Stone, and Professor Quirrell’s unsuccessful attempts to obtain it, I began questioning Albus’ actions throughout the last school term. While he is still the Headmaster, and my direct superior, I must admit that my trust in him has been shaken.”

Thaddeus and Harry nodded sympathetically, as Dumbledore’s actions could shake anyone’s trust. The rest of the time was spent quietly until Tonks entered and escorted Harry to the Wizengamot. Both Minerva and Thaddeus wished Harry luck before he left, and Lily followed silently behind her son as he left the office to face whatever Dumbledore had planned.

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The Wizengamot

“I call this emergency meeting of the Wizengamot to order,” Dumbledore stood behind a large podium which was on the second lowest level of a large circular room. Just above Dumbledore was Minister Fudge, sitting calmly behind a slightly smaller podium and surrounded by other Ministry officials. “We are gathered here to listen to testimony in regard to the death of Marge Dursley at 4 Privet Drive early this morning. While her death was not caused by magical means; it does involve a member of our society, Harry James Potter.”

Several murmurs were spread across the darkened room as Harry entered the chamber and took a seat in a chair much too large for his frame. Behind him was Tonks and stood behind him as Harry looked around the room. The large room was all grey stone, with had several rows of seats circling the lowest level of the room, which was where Harry now sat. Harry noticed that Dumbledore stood one level higher than the one that Harry was, with everyone else sitting above them. Just above Dumbledore was a red-haired, slightly greyish man of average size and weight looking directly at Harry like he was the worst criminal he had ever seen. He wasn’t the only one, however as several people around the room all shared the same look on their faces, the look that told Harry that they thought he was guilty. One of them was a round woman that somewhat reminded Harry of Marge, except she had a smile on her face that did not make Harry, or anyone who sat next to her, feel relaxed.

“Harry James Potter of 4 Privet Drive, Surrey, I am Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic for Great Britain,” The red-haired man stated, half looking at Harry and half reading a parchment on his podium. “We are here to listen to testimony involving the incident that took place at your current residence this morning. Please, be aware that while you are not charged with any crime, if your testimony proves to be damning, we will turn you over to the proper authorities. Is that understood, Mr. Potter.”

“Yes, sir,” Harry said respectively, though he didn’t like the tone Fudge was giving.

“Please tell us truthfully what happened as best as you can,” Fudge now looked completely at Harry.

Harry slowly began telling them exactly what occurred that morning, starting with how Marge woke him up to the end result of her death by Harry’s hands. Harry explained in detail what happened to him, leaving out what he did the day before. By the time he was finished, there were a lot of horrified screams and murmurs from the crowd around him. After a moment of silence afterwards, Madam Bones spoke up.

“Would you please reveal your bruises and scars to the Wizengamot?” Bones asked, and Harry pulled off his shirt to reveal the various bruises and wounds across the upper part of his body from years of abuse at the hands of the Dursleys. This caused another round of horrified screams from the people above Harry, but the witch who looked somewhat like Marge elicited a high-pitched giggle and interrupted that silenced the crowd instantly.

“Excuse me, but what reason do we need to view Mr. Potter’s bare chest?” This fat witch smiled and looked directly at Madam Bones. “The proper etiquette for the Wizengamot is for everyone here to be fully clothed and not to remove any clothing in our presence.”

“The reason should be apparent, Undersecretary Umbridge,” Madam Bones frowned back at the plump witch, who kept her weird smile that Harry now thought was forced. “These marks on Mr. Potter’s body indicates years of abuse at the hands of his Muggle guardians. A fact that I like to point out was initiated by giving custody of Mr. Potter to them, when in fact any wizarding family would have been glad to adopt Mr. Potter, especially after learning of the treatment he had been receiving by the Durley family.”

Another round of whispering went around the large room, and once again, Umbridge silenced those sounds by emitting another high-pitched giggle. “I’m sorry, but it seems that you might be implying that his magical guardian, and current Chief Warlock Albus Dumbledore, along with Minister Fudge, has kept knowledge of Mr. Potter’s abuse at the hands of these Muggles out from our ears, Amelia,” Umbridge looked straight at Madam Bones for a few moments to let the fact sink in. “Well, if Mr. Potter’s livelihood would have been a danger, that would mean that both Chief Warlock Dumbledore and Minister Fudge might be explicit in that aspect. So, I would like to ask you, Mr. Potter, at any point during your years in the custody of the Dursleys did you ever feel your life threatened?”

Harry had already put his shirt back on and looked at Umbridge. He simply could not believe this witch was being serious in any fashion, however, the wizards and witches next to her took her as nothing but serious, like they were almost afraid of her. Harry looked at her with disdain though and answered: “I have been beaten up and bloodied countless times while living under my aunt’s and uncle’s care. Not only did I feel my life was being threatened, but I think if they had the chance, I wouldn’t be alive today.”

“Then would you mind telling me why you didn’t use your magic to defend yourself when you had the chance,” Umbridge said with an unnatural chuckle. “It’s very clear in the by-laws for underage witches and wizards that in life-threatening instances, magic can be used to defend oneself. So, I ask again, Mr. Potter, why didn’t you use your magic?”

Harry frowned deeper at Umbridge, and replied: “When I woke up, my wand was not easily accessible as it was on my nightstand and I had a shotgun aimed directly at my chest. Also, any attempt for me to use my magic at that time would have been dangerous, as Marge had that shotgun aimed at me the entire time that I was held captive.”

The Wizengamot was loudly arguing with each other after hearing that, and after a very loud noise from Dumbledore, the crowd once again silenced.

“Madam Umbridge, I do believe that Mr. Potter's actions were based solely on self-defense,” Dumbledore said quite loudly without looking in her general direction. “However, I do not condone the loss of any life for whatever reason you may have, Mr. Potter. I must strenuously demand that if and when this type of situation happens again, you will take great care and try to avoid killing in the future.”

Harry looked at Dumbledore and slowly nodded his answer. Dumbledore smiled widely at this and continued: “If there are no further questions, I move that we call upon Minerva McGonagall to testify on what occurred at the Dursley home.”

The entire Wizengamot voiced their approval at Dumbledore’s suggestion, and with a nod from the elderly man, Tonks gestured Harry to move from the seat to one of the seats behind it. After he did so, she left the chambers to get Minerva. After Harry had sat down, Lily, who had remained silent this entire time, placed a hand on her son’s shoulder and sat beside him.

Minerva entered and sat down in the large chair about five minutes later. She then stated what she saw and what she did to protect Harry from the Dursleys. Harry watched and listened as questions were asked from several members of the Wizengamot, most of them coming from Umbridge, who was notably again smiling and chuckling to entire time. After getting the information they needed from Minerva, both Dumbledore and Fudge excused her and called Harry back to the chair.

“In the matter of the death of Marge Dursley; all in favor of turning Harry James Potter to the Muggle authorities,” Fudge looked around the chamber and saw that very few hands were raised up in the air. After a moment, the hands lowered down, and Fudge continued, “All those opposed.”

The clear majority of the Wizengamot, Dumbledore included, raised their hands in the air to show their support to Harry. After taking a hand count, Fudge also raised his hand, even though he looked dissatisfied by the result.

“Let the record show that Harry James Potter shall not be turned over to the Muggle authorities at this time,” Dumbledore stated loudly, with murmurs of approval heard around the Wizengamot. “However, I do need to point out that if they so wish it, it would be in your best interest to be present for any questions that these Muggles may have about Marge Dursley’s death. Now, with that being said, I do have one last matter to address concerning Harry Potter’s wellbeing.”

The Wizengamot hushed their voices as Dumbledore made his last statement. Harry looked straight at Dumbledore, half in anger and half in curiosity as Dumbledore smiled directly at him.

“As it appears that Harry would be severe danger if he returns to the Dursleys,” Dumbledore explained to everyone, but kept his eyes locked on Harry. “I, as Harry’s magical guardian, believe it's best that until the school term begins, Harry shall be placed in the care of Arthur and Molly Weasley.”

“I object to that, Chief Warlock!” the very loud voice of Augusta shouted from somewhere above and behind Harry. “The Longbottom family has been granted partial custody of Harry during the month of July, so I fail to see why he has to live with another family when we have been there for him when he needed us.”

“The reason is quite simple, Dowager Longbottom,” Dumbledore looked up to where Augusta was. Harry also looked up behind himself and could just barely make out where Augusta was. “As the Human Supremacists frequent places where our world merges with theirs, it would be dangerous to place Harry in your custody at the time being. The Weasley family, however, live in a sheltered area of the Burrows, and rarely enter the Muggle world unless they need to. That alone should prove that they provide ample protection from the Human Supremacists.”

“The very Supremacists that both Vernon and Marge Dursley are a part of!” Augusta’s voice snapped at Dumbledore. Harry could only smirk at the fact that Augusta was clearly not afraid of the power Dumbledore supposedly held within the Wizengamot. The entire chamber all gasped loudly, either at Augusta’s statement or at Dumbledore’s knowledge of that fact. However, Augusta continued by saying, “As far as we know, Longbottom Manor is still safe from Muggle eyes, therefore Harry should be allowed to live under our protection, not the Weasley family.”

“Silence!” Fudge shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to quiet the very loud chamber. “The safety and protection of Harry James Potter cannot be decided by the members of the Wizengamot, it will be decided by his magical guardian. Dowager Longbottom, while I know that you have concern over where Harry should live, Albus Dumbledore legally has the final say on this.”

“Perhaps a compromise, then,” Madam Bones suggested. “While Chief Warlock Dumbledore has the right as Harry Potter’s magical guardian, Dowager Longbottom speaks for her daughter-in-law, who happens to be Mr. Potter’s godmother. As such, Dowager Longbottom has the right to question where Mr. Potter lives. However, if both the Chief Warlock and the Dowager agrees, and given the concern that both have concerning Mr. Potter’s safety, I suggest the Wizengamot assign a protector for Mr. Potter for at least one standard year, or until this threat of the Human Supremacists can be better dealt with.”

At that point, everyone became very silent looking at either Dumbledore or Augusta for what they might say. Harry was intrigued by what Madam Bones suggested, and wondered who would be assigned as his protector, although he was hoping secretly it would be the pink-haired bombshell standing behind him.

After several moments of silence, Dumbledore looked over at Madam Bones and asked, “Who do you suggest as young Mr. Potter’s protector, Madam Bones?”

“Nymphadora Tonks,” Madam Bones replied, looking at the young witch standing behind Harry. “As you are aware, she recently graduated from Hogwarts and is training now to be an Auror. I believe that this would be good as she is less likely to disrupt Mr. Potter’s education and she is young enough to be remembered by other students as to not disrupt their education as well. If both you and Dowager Longbottom agree to this, then she will act independently of the Ministry and the Wizengamot, reporting to both you and Alice Longbottom only, and just in instances regarding young Mr. Potter’s safety and security.”

Another long moment of silence took place before Augusta’s voice said, “I will agree to this, and to Harry’s placement with the Weasleys for a short period of time until his return to Hogwarts. However, I want a full investigation of the Dursley family in regard to their affiliations to the Human Supremacists.”

Dumbledore nodded, but frowned intently as he said, “Very well, I personally will see to this, as long as Harry’s life is threatened that is. I should point out, Dowager Longbottom, that I intend to avoid any and all instances where this investigation might result in conflict with these Supremacists.”

“Mr. Harry James Potter, do you accept this, including assigning Nymphadora Tonks as your protector for at least one standard year?” Madam Bones asked.

Harry was slightly shocked by these events, but he knew at this point that he had very few options. So, with a shrug, Harry answered, “Yes, I accept this, for as long as I can move freely about without too much scrutiny.”

“Nymphadora Tonks, will you as an Auror in training, protect Harry James Potter to the best of your ability?” Madam Bones asked her.

“Yes, I accept the responsibility as Harry Potter's protector and will do my best to guard him with my life,” Tonks responded, her face red with anger as she heard her first name mentioned several times already. However, she knew that in this environment that it was unavoidable, so she kept her mouth shut about it.

“Now, if there isn't anything further,” Dumbledore spoke loudly. “Then I move to end this meeting of the Wizengamot for tonight.”

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A few days later-The Burrows

“Mum? I can’t find Scabbers, have you seen him?” Ron’s voice shouted from where his bedroom was. It was already late in the morning and Harry and Arthur Weasley were sitting in the small dining area having a quiet conversation about the use of a rubber duck in the Muggle world. Most of the Weasleys had already eaten their breakfast, both Harry and Tonks joining them. Only Ron hadn’t eaten yet as he was always the last one to get up to eat. This Harry wasn’t sure of why, even though the entire time at Hogwarts Ron had slept like a rock and very few knew how to wake him. No, the main reason was that Harry knew Ron ate twice as much as any Gryffindor last year which always made Harry wonder just where in the world he was putting it. “Nevermind, he’s hiding in his pot.”

Harry was grateful that his mornings were mostly free of the youngest Weasley son. The same could not be said of Ginny Weasley, as ever since Harry and Tonks had arrived, she had been either been standing or sitting right next to Harry, or she had been trying to hug or hold Harry whenever she could. Thankfully, Tonks was there to keep her from being too overzealous. This did not stop Harry from noticing Ginny looking at him with big dowey eyes, especially now with him and Arthur conversing with one another.

After Harry and Tonks arrived here, Harry spent most of the time he could with Fred and George and tried unsuccessfully to avoid Ron and Ginny. The same could not be said for Lily, who remembered that Draco had slipped something into Ginny’s cauldron that day in Diagon Alley. Whenever she could, she would slip into Ginny’s room and search for anything that might have been suspicious enough that might draw her attention. Unfortunately, as she didn’t know Ginny that well, and she didn’t actually see what the item really was, nothing in Ginny Weasley’s room looked out of place. If there was one thing that she did notice, it was that the young red headed girl spent all of her waking moments that she was in her bedroom writing in some sort of black book. She didn’t find it to be too odd, per se, Lily just had to wonder why she spent her alone time writing in that book.

However, during this exact moment, Ginny was currently sitting next to Harry while he and her father talk about Muggle items and their uses. Lily, who stood behind Harry and next to Tonks, groaned as the young girl giggled cheerfully after Harry explained the meaning of something Arthur asked him about. Unfortunately, it nearly got worse as Ron joined them a short time later and Molly grumbled at him to be on time for breakfast from now on.

“Now, Harry, I’m sure that I’ve talked your ear off about the Muggle world,” Arthur had said after Molly put a plate of eggs and bacon in front of Ron. “I’m quite sure though you’ve been wanting to talk to me about something else.”

“Yes, sir,” Harry said with a weak smile. “I’ve wanted to ask you about the marriage contract between your daughter and me. I’ve been wanting to bring this up for several days, but I didn’t know just how to bring the subject up.”

“Ah, of course. As you are only an Heir with no parents to speak for you on this matter, I can see why it’s unusual for a marriage contract being made before your lordship,” Arthur smiled and nodded at Harry. “However, before we continue, I think it’s best that we have this conversation on the living room. Ronald, as soon as you’re done with breakfast, go outside and join your brothers with chores. Your mother expects those gnomes to be removed from her garden before noon.”

“Yes, Dad,” Ron said with his mouth full.

Arthur half-chuckled as he and Harry got up from the dining room table and walked the very short distance to the living room. When Harry first got here with Tonks, he stopped and glared at the Weasley home. While there was land as far as the eye could see, the Weasley house simply looked like one house on top of another on top of another and so on and so forth. The main house, as it was, consisted of the kitchen, living room, dining room, and a laundry room, and even though the lower section of the Weasley home was cramped, Harry had no problem moving around the house. As Harry sat down on the couch, Tonks took a seat right next to him, immediately blocking Ginny from taking that place. The young red-haired girl pouted somewhat as she took the seat next to Tonks but tried to bunch in as close as possible to Harry.

“Now, I know that accepting this marriage contract without a lord from your House was not proper or completely legal,” Arthur said after sitting down on his recliner. “However, and I’m not too proud to say this, the galleons Dumbledore offered in the contract was much too tempting to refuse. I also know that in less than a year, you will obtain your lordship and you will most likely dissolve the contract and might take it upon yourself to hold my family into debt afterwards.”

“Besides the fact that this contract was made prior to my knowledge, Mr. Weasley,” Harry stated, almost matter-of-factly. “Your family has not done me any wrong. So, if and when I obtain my lordship, I will decide if I want to dissolve this contract between me and your daughter, but I will not fault you or your family for taking advantage of this situation. I have plenty of gold to spare, and even if I do break the contract, there won’t be that much of a dent in my vaults. However, I do like the opportunity to get to know Ginny first as a person before I make any official decision on this.”

“Of that, I completely understand, Harry,” Arthur smiled and sighed a breath of relief. “Well, is there anything else I can help you with?”

“Well, if you don’t mind, I would like to go back upstairs and get a leg up on my studying,” Harry said, getting up from the couch.

“Of course, my dear boy,” Arthur smiled and got up from his chair. “If you need me, I’ll be in the barn working.”

Both Harry and Arthur nodded, then went their separate ways, with Harry heading upstairs to his room and Arthur going outside. Tonks followed Harry closely, making sure that Ginny, who was following them wherever they went, kept her distance. Tonks knew that Ginny wasn’t really a threat to Harry, but the little girl had an annoying quality of never leaving Harry alone for long periods of time. She also noticed at times when Harry was sleeping that Ginny was peeking in on him in his and Tonks’ room. Harry didn’t help the situation as he slept only in his boxers, and with his uncontrollable allure attracting the young girl as well as Molly Weasley and Tonks; Tonks was somewhat surprised that Ginny, even though she was eleven, didn’t sneak in and try to take advantage of a sleeping Harry. Of course, it took almost all of Tonks’ own willpower not to jump Harry’s bones herself.

As soon as Harry entered the bedroom Molly and Arthur had given him and Tonks, Harry turned around and looked right at Ginny. The young red-haired girl was instantly startled at seeing Harry looking directly at her. Tonks and Lily were just as shocked at this but waited to see what Harry had planned.

“You have been following me around here for the last several days,” Harry said, crossing his arms. His tone wasn’t scary or angry, however, as he didn’t want to cause her to run away. “Now, as I told your father, I would actually like to get to know you, so can you tell me why you’ve been hounding my every step these last few days.”

Ginny stood there, her small body shaking as she looked up at Harry, who was at least a foot taller than the red-haired girl. Tonks, who looked at Ginny with a slight curiosity on her face, moved to block Ginny from running away as she also wanted to know why this young girl followed Harry wherever he went. After a while, Ginny finally spoke.

“We...well, I’m not used t...to being around s...someone like yourself.” Ginny stammered, tears welling up in her eyes. “I read e...everything about you, a...and I begged my brothers to tell me everything a...about you from s...school. You’re a h...hero to our world, a...and I am simply awed t...to be in the same house as you.”

Harry groaned as he heard Ginny talk, and thought to himself, ‘Great, she’s just as bad as Ron.’ However, Ginny jumped forward and wrapped her arms around Harry tightly, nearly taking all of the air out of Harry’s lungs as she did. Tonks grabbed Ginny a second after that and forcefully pulled the young girl off Harry. After taking a breath, Harry looked at Ginny and said, “Listen, you need to relax. I don’t need you to be so, well, unpredictable and weird. Also, anything you read about me is more or less pure fiction, and if I were you, I wouldn’t listen to your brother Ron, as he most likely embellishes anything I did at Hogwarts. I’m just an ordinary wizard who just happened to defeat an evil monster who was trying to obtain the Philosopher’s Stone.”

“But you defeated You-Know-Who!” Ginny half shouted, still not calming down any. Tonks thankfully kept Ginny far enough away from Harry that she wouldn’t try to grab at him again. However, the young red-headed girl did something that neither Harry and Tonks expected, she managed to free her arms and lift up her blue shirt to reveal her bare chest and very tiny breasts. Harry noticed that they were just beginning to show, and if he had to guess, he would think that Ginny’s breasts were possibly a B-cup, maybe even smaller. “I also know about the girls that have been swarming around you. I know that I’m a year younger than you, but I don’t care. I want to be your wife, and I’ll do anything to prove my worth to you!”

Harry had to smile inwardly, but with Tonks and Lily watching, he didn’t want to do anything to endanger anything that might hurt his plan with all of them, However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun with the girl.

“Here, why don’t we start again?” Harry said, stepping aside to allow Ginny to come into the room. Harry gave Tonks a nod, letting her know that it was okay to let Ginny go. “But before we do, you need to calm down and let’s have a little conversation about each other. Okay?”

Ginny nodded, taking a deep breath before entering Harry’s and Tonks’ room. Tonks frowned as she followed her, and after Harry had closed the door behind them, she noticed that Ginny hadn’t lowered her shirt, and Harry was still staring at her bare tits. However, even though Tonks felt a little uneasy about what Harry had planned, her frown slowly turned into a smile as Harry and Ginny began to talk about the entire Weasley family.

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September 2, 1992-King’s Cross Station

“And I’m telling you that Harry will be coming with us through the portal.” Augusta tried to keep her composer, but with the red-haired round witch being right in her face, but she was reduced to yelling at Molly Weasley, with both the Longbottoms and Weasleys looking extra nervous about the people gathering around watching the shouting match.

Harry was fortunate that many of the onlookers were also other wizarding families that were on their way to Platform 9¾. However, he was hoping that the Muggles who were also listening either already knew about the Wizarding world or took what they heard to be complete nonsense. Unfortunately, that did not stop the shouting match that Molly and Augusta were having.

“That wasn’t what we were told!” Molly shouted right back, making sure to keep Dumbledore’s name out of the conversation. “We were told that Harry would be under our protection until he gets to the train.”

“Well, he’s here at the station, so we’ll take him the rest of the way.” Augusta fired right back at her. At that moment, Harry silently moved away from the shouting match, with Neville guiding him silently towards him. Tonks was standing over by the two shouting women, but as soon as she noticed Harry moving away from them, she quietly moved towards where Harry was going, pushing her squeaky cart as she did. As for the Weasley children, the lot of them had their hands over their eyes, groaning slightly in embarrassment over their mother shouting like a mad woman. As Lily was already trying to get Harry away from the two witches, she couldn’t help but wonder why these two were having an embarrassing argument over Harry and who should take him to the train.

“Do you think we should try to make a run for it, Nev?” Harry whispered when he got close enough to his godbrother. “They’re causing so much of a commotion that I don’t think they’ll notice ‘till we’re on the train.”

“We better not, Harry.” Neville replied, groaning after Augusta shouted something almost incoherent at Molly. “If Gran notices that we’ve gone, then we both are liable to get Howlers a week after we get to Hogwarts.”

“Oi! Since I’m responsible for Harry’s safety, how about I take him to the train!” Tonks shouted twice as loud as both Augusta and Molly. Doing this enlisted a quiet ‘Thank you’ from Alice and Arthur, as they both knew that stopping both witches from shouting at one another would’ve ended with them being shouted at. After Augusta and Molly turned to look at Tonks, the crowd dispersed knowing that the yelling match was effectively over. When that happened, Tonks continued, “Madam Bones warned me that the two of you might be difficult, and if that were to escalate any farther to where Harry might miss the train, I was to take him myself. However, since this is a large crowd, you both might get the children all to the train if we all go together.”

A series of grumbles came from both Augusta and Molly before they begrudgingly agreed. Thankful that this was finally over, the entire group headed to the entrance to the Hogwarts Express. Harry and Neville took the lead a few paces in front of everyone else, just out of earshot from the main group, where they talked about everything that occurred to Harry in the last month, the main thing being Marge Dursley’s death. Harry also mentioned his time with the Weasleys, and about his conversation with Arthur and Ginny about the marriage contract. Neville listened to everything his godbrother told him, glancing back at Ginny who was walking a few steps behind Harry. To tell the truth, Neville had no idea why marriage contracts had to be made by parents when he felt that it was way too old fashioned for this day and age. By the time Harry’s and Neville’s conversation had broken into laughter, they arrived at the entrance to Platform 9¾.

At that exact moment, Lily smiled at her son and tried to move through the portal that connected the Muggle world and the Wizarding world. However, when she did, about halfway through the cement pillar, she felt an odd bit of magic trying to seal the portal. Not a moment after she exited the opposite side the other side of it, she noticed that a very familiar House Elf was pressing both of his hands on the cement pillar connecting the two worlds together.

“Dobby?” Lily looked surprised at seeing the House Elf there. Of course, much unlike the Ministry, Lily knew that Dobby couldn’t see or hear her. After hearing a loud bang on the opposite side of the pillar, Lily put two and two together and realized that Dobby was using his magic to keep Harry from getting on board the Hogwarts Express. Muttering in anger, Lily walked back through the portal and told Harry exactly what was happening. A few minutes later, an audible pop was heard directly behind from where Dobby was, and before the House Elf had time to react, Tonks grabbed Dobby by the neck and lifted him up in the air.

“Whatcha doing, Elf?” Tonks angrily asked him. However, just as Harry pushed his cart through the entrance, Dobby squealed out a gasp and Apparated on the spot. Harry looked at the air where Dobby once was as Tonks looked at Harry and asked, “Do you know that elf?”

“Afraid so, I’m met him during my last week with the Longbottoms.” Harry shrugged, but was angry that Dobby had once again did something to keep Harry away from Hogwarts. “All I know is that his name is Dobby and he’s trying to keep me from going back to Hogwarts.”

“Why would a House Elf be concerned about that?” Tonks asked Harry as the Longbottoms came through the entrance one-by-one.

“Well, he did mention to me that there’s a plot to make terrible things happen at Hogwarts.” Harry answered her, looking at his mother as she appeared right next to Tonks. “What it is, I don’t know, but nothing is going to keep me from learning magic, especially now that our friend is going to be teaching there.”

With that, Neville smiled and nodded, showing his enjoyment of actually learning something about history for a change. However, Tonks mused over what Harry said about terrible things that might happen. “Well, it looks like I need to keep a closer watch on everybody at Hogwarts” She said while looking at the train. “If this House Elf knows about this, then this might put you in terrible danger, Harry. I intend to have a talk with Professor Dumbledore about giving you a separate room, so I can keep a better watch on you.”

“That won’t be necessary, Tonks.” Harry told her as the Weasleys came through the portal next one-by-one, with Ginny getting in between Neville and Harry the moment she saw Harry. Harry smiled at Ginny, but kept his eyes locked on Tonks as he continued, “My suitcase has enough protections in it to protect me from harm. No one can enter it without my permission, and…”

At that exact moment, a blonde-haired girl wearing a light blue sweater and brown jeans skipped right up to Harry and without any kind of warning, kissed Harry directly on the lips. Everybody was instantly shocked at what they saw as this girl eagerly began rubbing Harry’s crotch, but after a moment or so, Tonks pulled the girl off of Harry and everybody stared at this small eleven-year-old girl. Ginny, who was more stunned than anyone else, mouthed the girl’s name.

“Hello Harry Potter, I’m Luna Lovegood.” The blonde girl said with a smile. “I’m here to be your new slave.”

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