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Fate Falls	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36380 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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- 19
A/N~ I have fixed the few things mentioned in my reviews... I have a mouse again.. And a backup for that mouse. lol To address one thing... I will go back and update any A/N's if I mentioned a chapter and it has changed. To address the previous note, this chapter got too long and I split it... soo the horrific scene is in 20, but it is beautiful too... I'm playing with a plot point though, so 19 and 20 are not done yet...
BAFan - THANKS for the tips, and I fixed them... I actually laughed hard at my poor choice of words in 15...They were all shocked, though Harry got it worse since he was the one who delivered the fate. As for Fudge...well we shall see won't we...; (;D)
Djaddict - With Lucius, and all the characters, I am striving for believable shifts in character, that's why this is turning out a lot longer than I had planned. P.S. Harry/Draco's bodies are not done yet... (Fixed the breath/breathe)
Delia cerrano - This story sort of flows, pieces at a time, and this was a surprise one for me... but I like it when a story talks to me and makes me go 'wow cool'. Harry will get stronger as he goes, the waters helped, but yes he will get worn down the more energy he expends and his powers are growing.
Meechypoo - Thank you so much, I really strive to build the emotions in. 'Darkhorse' by Katy Perry has been the inspiration for their scenes…I cried for Ariana as well, she was dealt a raw deal, but her love was so strong…
Mimi – wow, I will definitely let you know… in fact, I am emailing as soon as this posts to let you know…lol Thank you for your review…
MoonTart – Thanks. Here is more… and since in Harry’s world it is still only Jan of ’96, there is still more to come before June….I originally thought this would be a 20 chapter fic… but boy was I wrong.
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Chapter 18 - Minister Mayhem
Harry stood overlooking a large white tomb. The impact of the loss evident on his face.   Family...Something he had never really known, never really grasped. They all flowed through his hands like water, only touched for a moment. The man’s face still imprinted on his memory, aged, broken, and devoid of life. So much, he needed to know. Too many questions left unanswered, words left unspoken...The emptiness engulfed him.
His mind filled with doubt, grief and guilt. If only… Those words were his mantra now. If only he had done, something, spoken up, cast a spell. If only he had not trusted so much. His trust and his intuition seemed to be his undoing. He should have embraced the nature of the snake when presented with the choice. Would he still be here? Mourning the loss of yet another person who was a part of his heart. Pieces of his heart were being torn from him. The end of this war could not come soon enough, but would there be anything left of him to salvage at its end. He watched the slow wilt of the white rose he laid on the tomb.
A hand grasped his shoulder pulling him from his memory.
“In every time, a purpose for every life is found. Every death leads to self-realization.” The man said quietly behind him.
Harry did not flinch. He knew who it was. Harry was lost in a memory again. He turned to see the man, really see him this time.
The man was unchanged from his last encounter, but the beauty of the man was even clearer to him now. The white beard and hair was not a true white, there was a hint of blond left clinging to its surface. The man’s face was as beautiful as the shine of the moon, his shoulders wide, his body long, and muscles could be seen even from the burden of clothes.
“Why me?” Harry asked his most burning question.
“Ahh… How many times did I ask that of my tutor? Rhea would just smile and lead me on.” Merlin spoke softly.
“Are we not chosen for some reason?” Harry was begging for an answer.
“Some answers cannot be found, young Augur. Just accept what is, learn your duty to the earth and your people. That is all She requires.” Merlin stated.
“Is she Mother Earth, or Nature?” Harry asked.
“She is, and more. She is the elements that bind our nature together; She is the energy that flows through our magic, the light of our existence. She is the earth, the moon, the magic, and the mage. You could have no better guide than her.” Merlin added.
“Did she guide you?” Harry queried.
“Alas, no. Only Rhea, the previous Augur. Gaia, I met her upon my end, she waited for me with my bonded in our death. She has an affinity for Augurs who are born close to the heart of the earth, they are her sons and daughters. My bonded was her daughter, though not chosen as an Augur. She was my anchor, to help deliver the power of the earth when needed, she balanced my compassion.” Merlin informed Harry.
“Tell me why she changed me, the waters of fate have had a physical effect on me.” Harry was sure the answer would not come.
“I know a little of the waters of fate. My bonded was the one to take me to the waters in dire circumstances. The waters reshape us, and bring us closer to our final form. You as a son of the earth will bear the strength, and the heavy darkness, you also have the will of sacrifice in you. Your reshaping has already begun. Only in great need should you seek out the waters. As a child of the moon, you see me as I am. The moon and death are the same, life and the earth is one. Both are needed for balance. Great power flows through an Augur, without our anchors, we are unbalanced and can lose ourselves inside that power.” Merlin took Harry’s hand and they walked the grounds.
“Have I done well?” Harry asked, his voice laden with guilt and fear.
“You are just beginning. There is much to do. Each failure is a path to wisdom, and great strength. Trust in yourself. Pine no more for what is not yet lost.” Merlin said as he guided Harry towards a stairway, leading to nowhere.
Harry looked back briefly at Merlin, but walked onwards.
Harry woke, with the streams of sunlight beaming into his bed. He looked down and placed a soft kiss to Draco’s forehead.
He dressed and went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Sirius was there, brooding as usual since he had done that for the last two days now.
“Cheer up… at least when I am an Instructor, I can visit more.” Harry offered.
“It’s just, when you are here, it’s like we are a family, and when you’re gone, well there is nothing left.” Sirius stated sadly.
“Once everything is settled, and my task is complete, we will get you free.” Harry said confidently.
“How? Peter is gone now.” Sirius stated.
“By giving you the one thing you did not have before. And doing it with an unbiased group.” Harry stated.
Sirius raised an eyebrow.
“A trial, a real one. All the tools for your defense at your disposal. Me, the witnesses, your memories, Veritaserum…and whatever other tools we can find.” Harry said.
“The minister would not let that happen.” Sirius complained.
“Depends on which minister will be presiding.” Harry smiled at him, his green eyes flashing mischief.
“So how are you doing with all this? Your new status and all. The thing with Draco was rather sudden as well. That’s a lot for a 15yr old to deal with.” Sirius said.
“Sirius, I haven't really been a 15 year old since September. My body may have been, but rest assured, the mind has been older than you are now. Some things never go away with age. You still have to cope with tragedy, still have to deal with guilt and insecurities. The only time in our lives we are truly free was when we are young children.” Harry explained, “With Draco, it seems he is growing with me in this. As if, age is non-existent between us. There is a sharing, a… I don’t know how to explain it. It is as if he was made just for me, for this moment in time, and he matures with me in such a way that age has no meaning. IF it did, I would honestly feel like I was a pedophile or a cradle robber at least.”
Sirius chuckled at that.
“I hadn’t really thought about that. I forget you are more than, what you seem. The new look though, that has helped a bit, I would think it will help with the teaching side of things. You at least look old enough to teach, not as if you are 15 anymore. However, I cannot say it will help Draco. He still has to attend classes and all.” Sirius said with a smile.
“It seems as if the ‘look’ as you put it is a reshaping. Merlin said that the waters of fate reshape each time, to bring us closer to our true form.” Harry tonelessly. He really was trying to understand that, what their true form is. Is it something dangerous, or would he end up looking like Dumbledore by the end of this, before he had a chance to really live that long? Would he need the waters again?
“So do you talk to your tutors often?” Sirius asked quietly.
“I see Her, Gaia, more than Merlin. Nevertheless, it seems they come to me before something happens. They truly prepare me for what lies ahead.” Harry responded.
Sirius nodded and Harry changed the subject so they could just chat. They both enjoyed just being close and talking. For Harry it was like a dream come true.
Harry left later, and sent a message via Sirius to Lucius and Snape, that way he could talk to them tomorrow.
The next day it set in for Harry that they would be returning to Hogwarts the following day. The Weasleys had already departed, with Ron and Hermione anxious to return to school. Lucius and Narcissa had spent as much time together before they were to be publicly separated. The next few months would be a challenge for both of them. Though they had their plans for rendezvous points, they knew they had to be careful of discovery.
Severus and Lucius were gathered at Harry’s request in the sitting room. Harry sat opposite the two older men. What he was about to say would probably not be easy for either of them.
“Lucius, when you are next called, I want you to give this account for Nagini. The ministry found her, and sent her off to an Albanian forest.   I doubt he will focus there until after he has secured his followers and the prophecy. If needed, I am sure you can plant a few memories in strategic ministry officials.” Harry instructed.
The older man was all business and grace, and so inclined his head. “That is a good explanation, plausible.”
Harry focused then on Severus, “Your task will be distasteful...I need you to claim the death of Peter. You are to say the Order apprehended him, you are not privy to how, but to prevent his talking to the ministry or the Order, you slipped him something that killed him...He is not valuable for what the Dark Lord has planned so he will not be missed.”
Severus’ eyes were dark, to claim the death, was something he did not wish for, but he could see the strategy and wisdom in the account. The quicker the news was released to the Dark Lord the less likely he would suspect anything amiss. Their loyalty was already cemented due Harry’s earlier intervention.
When Severus and Lucius gave their consent and all the pieces were in play. Friday was the next step in his plan. This was the full moon and perfect for the granting the extra help they would need for the destruction of the Horcruxes in the Chamber. He needed to understand who would destroy each one. This was one task he was not sure if the Augur power should be involved in at all.   He would have to wait and see.
Harry and Draco were to floo directly to Hogwarts, the Headmaster was going to take them to their new shared chambers. The headmaster had set out a testing schedule for the entire week, and based on the results, Harry would receive his level for the subjects he tested, allowing him to teach if he earned Advanced or Master levels. Harry was planning on starting the classes in one week after he received his teaching levels. This would allow him to sit in on the current classes and assess each year’s abilities.
He also had to plan the next DA meeting, which would occur on Thursday. They would be working on some of the basic healing arts. Offense and Defense were obligatory for a battle, but knowing how to heal yourself and others would make them practically on par with most adult wizards or better in some cases. He had decided to help them with the Imperious practice after the Healing sessions… He needed them to have a solid foundation.
Severus slipped into the library silently watching a brooding Sirius Black. The man was sitting in his chair nursing a glass of fire whiskey. Severus noted the man’s more depressive demeanor as the date for end of the Holidays approached. He turned and cast a locking charm, no need for silencing spells, since Harry had decided to ensure each room was permanently warded… Severus was quiet, and sure as he approached, the oblivious and pensive mutt staring off into space.
Sirius was brooding. His whole world had been in a state of permanent bliss. Harry was happy and they got along great. Severus was finally starting to accept him, and now they would all be leaving, and he would be alone once again. He was picturing a sinful smile, when his breath left him, and fire raced down his spine.
“Brooding doesn’t suit you, my pet.” Soft, rich, velvet tones flowed over Sirius, causing an ache to blossom.
“Don’t move... I want to taste you…” Severus whispered into the curve of his mutt’s ears. He licked a small indent in one ear, earning a whole body shiver. He swept away soft silky hair, slowly, letting his mutt wait and anticipate his actions. His breath ghosted over bruised flesh, his marks… Softly, tender and teasing, his tongue swiped over the marks, barely any pressure. His kiss was feather light, but enough to electrify. He found his favorite spot, the juncture between neck and shoulder. He bit down and was greeted by the racing pulse under his tongue as he sucked deep and long, only to let go and see a purple mark. Sirius’s breathing was rapid and shallow. Severus wrapped his arms around his lover from behind, digging his hands beneath the half-open button-up shirt to feel heated flesh.
Sirius was still, he dared not move at Severus’ demand. His body shivered with delight when a warm tongue caressed his ear, and heated breath hit all the right spots causing electricity to arch inside his body, every nerve ending exploding. Sirius moaned when Severus bit him on his most sensitive spot. Soft, warm breath combined with the pull of suction at his pulse, made his cock jump, and his muscles contract. His breathing became more labored, since he was very sensitive. Wicked hands delved into his shirt and plucked first on nipple and then the other. It took all his will not to arch off the couch. His pants were magically undone and cool air hit his purple erection, weeping… he wanted to touch, needed something…
“Don’t touch...my pet. You will cum when I say so.” Severus instructed in a black velvet voice, “Turn your head, let me have your lips.”
Sirius obeyed, his hands itched to move, and his erection throbbed painfully.
Severus groaned when Sirius turned to him, offering perfect lips for his pleasure. Severus licked softly, teased each lip. He savored the creases, and the softness, not yet plunging into his pet’s waiting mouth. He pulled one lip into his mouth, bit softly, and stroked his tongue over the sensitive flesh. That pulled a moan from the man below him. His hand kneaded Sirius supple chest, pinching each nipple hard, and then rotating to a slow teasing rub. He earned a push into his warm hands. His tongue delved deep into Sirius’ mouth, demanding. His mutt’s body was writhing beneath him. He pulled out of the kiss, to observe the copious amounts of liquid, weeping from his lover’s cock.
“Can you imagine my mouth on your skin, hot, wet and claiming you as my own?” Severus whispered in Sirius’ ear, breathing with each syllable. “Close your eyes, see what I can do you make you mine...Your arse is mine, and my cock will love to slide in to your tightness pet...would you be ready if I touched you?”
“Yess…” Sirius hissed, his cock leaking heavily, his hands clenched to his sides. That voice was washing over him in waves of fiery explosions. The manipulation of his nipples was causing his body to throb with the pleasure-pain of it all… He needed to release… His cock was so close to release that he squirmed to hold back.
“Severus please…” Severus loved how pretty his pet could beg… he was ready, his cock was so hard he knew if he teased much longer he would soil himself… But he knew where he belonged.
Sirius groaned at the loss of warms hands inside his shirt, and the repeated torture of Severus’ breath on his neck. His eyes opened to see the wicked sight… Severus was in front of him, nude, hard and hungry.
Severus was in no mood to wait so he stripped quickly, and then tore the fabric from Sirius’ perfect arse. The look of need on his mutt’s face drew him further into their dark passion.
“Not yet my pet, wait for me.” Severus ordered as he stroked Sirius’ erection with an agonizing slowness, coating his hand with the perfect lubrication. He coated his own throbbing member with Sirius’ essence, and plunged home hard. Both men screamed at the exquisite pain and ecstasy of their joining. Severus watched his mutt’s concentration, and reached to stave off the impending release. Sirius practically begged with whimpers, lifting his hips to create a explosive friction between them. Severus pinned Sirius with one hand against his marked throat, thumb pressing hard into the heartbeat of his lover, he used this leverage to slam in and out of the tight hole with snapping movements.
Sirius was delirious with anticipation, he would have already exploded from Severus’ deep plunge, save for those perfect fingers wrapped tightly around his prick, stopping him… Then when his eyes produced stars at the press of his dark prince, he felt it building, like a volcano he would erupt...Severus pounding him like a jackhammer was the catalyst for the pressure building. He just waited for those simple words that would release him... he looked up to meet a pair of charcoal eyes... They were dominating, claiming and searing…
“Cum for me pet…” Severus demanded his own voice shattering as his release started to wash over him, and he strained to watch as his lover erupted, hot, sweet and his.
Sirius was brought to his end with words so sweet that he could only obey. He erupted, his body letting the fire flow out of him, leaving him limp.
Severus had cleaned them, clothed them and sat on the couch holding Sirius’ limp and sated body against his own.
“Sirius…”Severus whispered the name like a talisman. “Come with me back to the school? You can stay in my quarters during the evenings, and return here when you want.” It was a request he had planned on extending. He needed his mutt like he needed water, and he wanted so badly to not wake up alone ever again. His Sirius made him feel more than he ever thought was possible.
Sirius tried to move and looked up awkwardly at Severus. Did he really want him there? The ache in the darker man’s voice relaxed him. He nodded, and snuggled closer, taking in the scent that was Severus, and sex. Severus was content to hold someone for the first time, instead of running away. Sirius wasn’t thinking anything, his mind was just still in awe that Severus held him.
Harry found his quarry in a small parlor. It was brightly lit from the open window. They were talking quietly, Lucius close to Narcissa, brushing her arm every so often. An air of casualness exuded from them. However, on closer inspection, a deeper attachment was present. Harry smiled, when his eyes fell on his blond adonis. Harry just stood in the doorway, allowing his gaze to wander. The strands of soft hair, were not slicked back, instead they fell in waves around Draco’s shoulder, his cheeks puckered at his soft smile. Draco’s shoulders were perfectly lean, and Harry could see his memory of perfect skin under that shirt, the lines and curves of enticing muscles that bunched when Draco was about to…
“Harry…” Draco called him out of his daydream...Harry blinked a couple of times before smiling and walking over to sit next to his drool worthy bonded. Harry wanted to say something, in fact, he had come here to say something, but looking at the expectant silver eyes, he had lost it. A thought nothing more than a wisp, gone with the dust in the air.
“I.. ah..” Harry stuttered. Narcissa chuckled in the corner, her husband wearing a slight smirk.
“I wonder how you two actually converse. The two of you always seem to be at a loss for real words.” Narcissa joked.
Harry looked at her then, and grinned, “He comes by his stunning looks honestly Mrs. Malfoy.”
She smiled, “Thank you, Harry. However, I suggest you two actually talk for a while. Lucius and I need to finish our arrangements. It was nice seeing you again Harry. And thank you for a lovely holiday.”
Harry stood and took her hand, inclining his head as he had been instructed long ago, and was rewarded by her dignified half courtesy. Mr. Malfoy ushered her out of the door towards the hallway.
“You ready to go back to classes?” Harry asked.
“Yeah, though it really feels awkward knowing you will be teaching me for the next few years. I wonder if there is a spousal tutoring program allowed.” Draco said with a grin as he moved to sit closer to Harry, leaning his head in that perfect spot. The one spot just below the shoulder, set above the chest, made just for his head.
Harry wrapped his arms close, absorbing the wonderful feeling of closeness.
“I don’t know, doesn’t hurt to ask I suppose.” Harry supplied. He had not really thought of that aspect. He knew he would be teaching his friends, but that was not as strange as teaching your husband. Harry stopped at that thought. He had not yet called Draco that in his mind, but they were in all the senses married, bonded. Harry grinned like a cat who ate a canary.
Harry reached for his wand and cast a silent summoning charm, and held out his hand above Draco’s head. When he felt the two cool items land in his palm he sat up pushing Draco into a sitting position next to him. Draco looked at him, disgruntled by the intrusion to his comfort. Harry had to smile, even when Draco looked disgruntled, disarrayed, or better yet, disrobed, he was sexy.
“What?” Draco persisted, aggravated that Harry once again had something to say, but was unable to say it. He wouldn’t have minded, if Harry had just let him rest against him.. that was comfortable… he was about to doze off, in a blissful state.
Harry took Draco’s left hand and slipped one of the bonding rings from the House of Black on Draco’s ring finger. He should have done this when he received them. Part of him was roaring because it was an outward sign marking Draco as his. Draco looked at his hand, his smile softened, and steel melted against his soft emerald gaze. He reached for the second ring in Harry’s palm and proceeded to slide the cool metal against Harry’s ring finger.
“Mine.” the blond growled, before unceremoniously pushing Harry back and planting his head in it’s perfect spot and sighing. Harry chuckled, don’t mess with a comfortable Malfoy… he noted as he wrapped his perfect husband up in his arms once again. The two slipped into a comfortable slumber, content, happy and blissfully unaware of the world.
The next day, Minister Fudge was standing on the other side of the floo when Harry and Draco landed in the Headmaster’s office. The man’s eyes narrowed and Harry pushed Draco behind him, planted his feet, and only so slightly assumed an aggressive posture, leaving his wand easily accessible but not drawn. Draco did not move, he could feel the flood of adrenaline flowing through Harry as his anxiety level rose.
“Harry, my boy,” Albus called to him from beyond the Minister. “Minister Fudge wanted to assure your safe return, as he heard you had taken the Holiday’s outside Hogwarts this year. He just came from visiting the Assistant Professor Umbridge at the Greenhouse.”
Harry’s posture did not waver, his eyes blazed, he no longer looked the 15-year-old boy. He refused to act like one either and cower to this coward of a man.
“Minister.” Harry addressed, moving smoothly around, making Draco move gracefully behind him, letting Harry lead this dance. They slid across the room, Harry always in front, and he ended placing Draco with a clear line towards the door if an escape was needed. Draco was very impressed. Harry neither gave ground, nor looked to be threatening or posturing, he only swept gracefully around the room as if there was no tension.
“Albus informs me you will be testing out and seeking a teaching level for defense to replace Dolores, what makes you qualified. Albus has been mum on the subject, ensuring you are fully prepared. I do not look highly on your qualifications, as you are just 15, though your appearance does merit some concern. Who authorized tattoos for this young man?” The Minister’s voice was rising desperately in his agitation.
Harry was casting around for the right words, actions. How important of a lynchpin was the Minister in his vision. Would information break everything he worked so hard to craft? Would silence earn him a derision he did not need? He was not a declared Augur, so his wisdom was not sought yet. If he revealed himself, would that cause problems with the breakout and his task?
Call to me, Augur…
Harry smiled, She would help him… Harry closed his eyes and reached for her, listening for the steady heartbeat of the earth beneath him. Gaia… I have need. Guide me, show me.
Time seemed to stand still. No one moved, the Headmaster was staring, unblinking, ahead at the Minister, who had an animated expression on his face. Draco was silent and unmoving behind him. Only Fawkes seemed to move with Harry, the bird’s eyes were trained on her as she entered the room.
Her hair was changed once more, to flowing prairie grains, golden in the light of the sun. Her skin white as snow and she was clothed in clouds, the clouds surrounded her form draping over her shoulders softly. Her eyes held the blood of many, and the tears of more. Her hand, cold as ice wrapped around his, guiding it to the Minister’s face. He could feel the blue flames of balance spring forth calling to the soul of the man in front of him.
Lights sprang up in the minister’s eyes, one red and the other purple. Look in his eyes and see… See what paths lay ahead of you.
Harry stared into the red light and was drawn into its depths. Images flashed across his mind, Harry was silent. Fudge tried to suppress Harry’s teaching levels, when that failed he pressed for Harry’s dismissal as a teacher. The board bypassed the Minister. A new Ministry Official was sent to watch. Madam Bones. Harry taught and won her over with hard work, and results. Harry was standing at the Ministry Podium, the new minister turned around to face the crowd. Madam Bones.
“That path is hard, and yet the result will change history after your task.” Gaia whispered.
Harry stared into the purple light and let the images swirl inside his mind. Fudge clapped his back, but more fear was in the minister’s eyes. Harry was constantly called, questioned and watched. He taught, under the restrictions of the Minister. Fear was persistent; it ate at the minister, who grew gaunt with paranoia.
“This path shows how fear can devour you when you trust no one. Truth does not always bare trust. Call first the element of time then use the power of your will to slow it. Then call the power of balance to hold the runes of strength and knowledge. Seek inside each the answers you need. Choose wisely Augur…” Gaia instructed as she drifted into nothing.
“Well?” Fudge was waiting for an answer.
“Sir, I beg your pardon. That is of no concern of yours. If there is an issue with my abilities, take it up with the Board.” Harry stated, and then turned to the Headmaster, “We shall find our own room sir, Good Morning.” Harry turned, and pushed gently on Draco to exit. The blond did not argue, Harry was relieved that Draco was so trusting and patient. Once at the bottom of the stairs Harry called to Dobby.
The elf appeared with a pop.
“Dobby, the headmaster is busy, could you show us where our new room is located please? Harry asked gently.
Dobby’s rather large eyes seemed to grow ten times larger with adoration when the word ‘please’ left his lips.
“Dobby would be honored, Harry Potter is a very kind wizard…” The elf turned and led them to the lower floor, just above the level of the dungeons. There was a portrait of two moons, one blood red and another white, over the top of a mountain with a Wolf standing on the top.
The wolf look at both boys, “Names?”
“Master Harry Potter and Master Draco Malfoy” Dobby stated.
“Password, please say it twice.” The wolf instructed.
Harry looked at Draco who just waited, “Balance… Balance”
The portrait swung open and Harry and Draco were greeted with a very appealing sitting room. The furniture was very inviting. The couch in the middle of the sitting room had a mahogany edge with a cream-colored velour fabric. There were matching armchairs and the table furniture was made of the dark mahogany as well. Two desks were off to the corner and a very large wall was full of books of various references. The carpet was a nice maroon color with intricate geometric patterns of turquoise and black. Looking around, Harry moved to check out a couple doors. It seemed they had one bedroom, a large bathroom, the sitting room, and a lab and workroom. The decor was neutral, but pleasant. There were no house colors for either Slytherin or Gryffindor to contend with.
Dobby was waiting for them in the sitting room once they were done with their exploration. Harry sat down and felt the nice softness of the sofa and found it was relaxing. Draco followed and curled up next to Harry, and they sank into a comfortable silence.
Harry was busy over the next few days. The Ministry officials who were testing him out of Hogwarts were not that difficult to convince. He performed exceptionally well for all areas. The Teaching Examination officials would pose the issues. Harry knew he had to perform exceptionally well since the Minister would have control over this factor. Once his levels were obtained, the board would be in charge.
His first test was in Charms. Mr. Fundingole was the administrator for the examination. Harry had to gain only the defense certificate, but the Ministry wanted him tested in all teaching areas. He figured the more levels he could gain, the better he would look on his qualifications.
Mr. Fundingole stood off to the side and spouted off the list of complicated charms. There were well over fifty charms that had not been taught at the school on the list. Harry smiled since most of the charms were ones that were part of his Auror training though.
Harry practically danced around the room, light on his feet, performing one charm and then another and when he had performed ten or so, he countered them all one-by-one and started on the next ten. After performing all the charms on the list and countering each one, He turned to face the man. The man was gaping at him.
“Well?” Harry asked.
The man conjured a parchment and filled it out.

This certificate is for one Harry Potter, Teaching Level Master of Charms.

Mr. Harry Potter showed Entry Level proficiency, Intermediate Level Proficiency, Advanced Level Proficiency, and Master Level Proficiency

On January 3, 1996

Witnessed by Thomas Fundingole, Department of Magical Education, Wizarding Examinations Authority
“Mr. Potter, Let me be the first to congratulate you. I thought the headmaster bonkers for asking us to examine you, but I see now… He has a brilliant wizard onboard. The minister will not like this, but I cannot go against what I see.” Mr. Fundingole said as he smiled.
“Thank you, Sir. I am much obliged.” Harry took the man’s hand, shook it, and waited. In 30 minutes, he would begin examination for Transfiguration. He smiled at that, he could easily transfigure anything his mind thought up. His only worry would be the Potions examination, and how far the Minister would take the Defense Exam. He would gain Transfiguration, History of Magic, Charms, Herbology, Magical Theory, Magical Creatures, Ancient Runes, Alchemy, Muggle Studies, and Divination. Most of these subjects were taught at Master levels during the Auror training. Others such as Divination, Ancient Runes and Muggle Studies he had studied on his own for various missions.
Over the next few hours, Harry managed to impress all the examination wizards. He earned a Masters in Charms, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Magical Theory and Muggle Studies. He also earned an Advanced in Alchemy and Ancient Runes. His certifications for the others would commence tomorrow, with Defense being last on the list. He knew the Minister did it purposefully. Harry sighed and headed towards the Headmaster’s office to let him know the results for the day. At least now, he was qualified to teach seven classes.
The gargoyle moved and he walked up the stairs, hearing an animated conversation.
“He couldn’t have mastered all these certifications. You are not telling me something. I will find out, Albus.” The Minister ranted.
Harry entered then, “Allow me to demonstrate… give me anything… Make it as tough as you want… Minister.”
The man whirled around, his cloak swishing up against him. “I… uh…” The man’s finger reached his chin in a pensive motion. “Non-verbal transfiguration.” He picked a piece of string from the pocket of his cloak, “This into a mouse.” The minister looked smug; he would criticize if even a hair were missing.
Harry took the string, smiled at the Minister and started. He would put on a show, he started by transfiguring the sting into a mouse embryo, the clear skin, barely shaped bones, and small red beating heart, large dark eye spots. Then he moved, his hands to reshape it, a hairless baby mouse, pink skin, light fuzz, long tail, perfectly rounded ears, short wisps of whiskers, he even moved the stomach so that it looked like it was breathing. Then his hands swept down, fingers out, and the whiskers grew, the hair filled out, he was careful to ensure the entire body was covered, leaving the pads of the paws bare. He filled out the tiny nails, molded the ears, the small black eyes, with the hint of brown, a nose that twitched, and he focused harder, shaping what could not be seen, what he knew from his potions skills. he formed every internal organ, twisted his hand to call a bit of liquid from Dumbledore’s desk and let it soak into to the creature and he pushed with his magic, letting the newly transfigured blood flow. The mouse was not alive, but it looked that way, breathing, and if you cut it, it would bleed.
He floated it to the Minister, who looked stunned, and mad, staring at it trying to find a flaw.
“You can cut it open if you like, I attended to the inner details also, it will cut like a mouse, bleed like a mouse and feel like a living mouse. Is there any other demonstration you would like?” Harry asked.
Professor McGonagall came into the office at that moment and stopped to look at the minister. “What are you doing with that?” The minister smiled…. This was his out.
“Can you transform into your animagus Professor, I want you to tell me what you smell.” The minister said, placing the mouse on the floor, it did not move, but it continued to breathe. Instantly there was a cat before them, it approached the mouse. The cat sniffed it, pawed at it, and then finally licked it. She transformed once again into herself. “It’s a passed out field mouse, of the variety that sometimes inhabits my classroom,” she stated.
“Why did you need me to examine the mouse? Does it have a disease?” Minerva asked, horrified that she had possibly ingested something harmful.
Albus laughed, “Actually that is a piece of string, transfigured into a mouse.”
“I’m sure I would know a transfigured mouse from a real one Albus… “She started, then looked to Harry’s smile, and the minister’s consternation. “Transfigured?”
Harry laughed, “Minister, to achieve realistic transfiguration, one must know the subject of what they are transfiguring to if they are to do it wandlessly. Every detail, and when you have sliced as many poor mice for certain potions as I have, I tend to know them intimately. Now had you given me an owl, I cannot claim knowledge of their inner workings to get it right.”
“Minister Fudge, even I could not have been expected to make a real mouse before I taught transfiguration here. tsk, I might as well resign, Mr. Potter has far outperformed me in my own field.” She insisted… Albus, Harry and the Minister looked at her aghast…
“Calm down Albus, I merely said might, if the Minister refuses the DA position to an obviously talented wizard, overqualified for the job; he might have a teacher’s revolt on his hands.” She was quick to turn around and march back out the door, but she stopped just short of the threshold. “Albus, Peeves is wreaking havoc in the girls lavatory on the fourth floor… Can you please instruct the Baron to try to keep him on the lower levels…” and with that she was out the door.
The minister was still trying to think of a way out of the situation he found on his hands. There was nothing to it. Something was going on and he did not know what it was. Harry was powerful and that scared him, but his hands were tied now. So, if Harry passed the DA teaching level, and received the position, he could send someone to monitor things…
Harry watched the minister’s mind working. It seemed that the path he chose would not be easy, but at least he knew where it was leading. He sidestepped the minister to hand copies of his teaching levels to the Headmaster, who accepted them graciously, and he left.
Harry walked the halls down towards his room. As he walked, he heard voices up ahead, as one of the classes let out. It was a 5th year class for Arithmancy. Harry would have just ignored the goings on, but he heard Draco’s name and decided to listen.
“Do you really think they got bonded?” A boy asked.
“Blaise, you know Draco, he would only bond with the best, and a pureblood. I know this new friendship has to do with power, but let’s not get carried away.” A female voice responded.
“But he is not in our rooms anymore, I heard Potter is not in his either.” Blaise commented.
“After Vincent’s attack, don’t you think that they might have assigned him a different room?” Pansy interjected.
“So you think you will be able to sway Draco to go out with you now that you don’t have full access to him? I know your parents are pushing for you to find a suitable partner, but Draco may be off the market.” Blaise’s voice was a bit more on the concerned side.
Harry stepped forward, his increased height allowed him to stand taller than many other students, and the news he was testing out had not yet reached little ears. Still they stiffened as he approached them.
“Good evening, Pansy, Blaise. I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation.” Harry started.
“Can’t you mind your own business?” Pansy asked disgruntled.
“Ahh, but you are discussing my business.” Both looked at him with a peaked interest. “You were discussing my husband, and I request you kindly not plot on trying to steal him from me. No one would be happy with the results.” Harry cautioned. He let that emotion, the one that roared when he heard Pansy talking about Draco, seep into his eyes… Jealousy…
Pansy’s mouth was hanging low, but the look in Potter’s eyes made her back up a couple of steps. ‘Don’t mess with me or my Draco’ is what it spoke to her. She raised her hands in a sign of surrender. Blaise moved closer to her, but stopped short when he saw Harry’s eyes. He saw raw power, not just the emotions displayed, but pure raw explosive power. He had noted Harry’s change and Draco’s too. They looked older, more experienced. Something had happened over the holidays, and now knowing that they were bonded, seemed to put some pieces together. He knew he should posture himself strategically.
“Thank you for the clarification. I am sure that Pansy will now look elsewhere to satisfy her parent’s wishes. If you need us to stay quiet about the information, you can be assured of our silence.” Blaise offered.
Harry nodded, he knew posturing when he saw it, he accepted the offer by extending his hand, “No need to deny it, but no need to advertise it either.”
Blaise took Harry’s hand and shook it. It was probably the best move he could make, the power of the Dark Lord he had heard of, but just one touch told him that only Merlin could compare to the man in front of him.
“I have other skills, passed down in my family. Skills that help me to identify magical gifts in people. Should you have need, owl me and I will do what I can.” Blaise offered, he had revealed that to no one ever. Why now? He did not know, but he knew if you had a skill, you can offer that as a token of allegiance, at least that is what his father had taught him.
Pansy stared at Blaise, gawking almost. Had he really postured? The boy continued to amaze her since he must have sensed something she did not. She started to look at Blaise in a new assessing light.
Harry smiled, at least she would direct her efforts where it would be better received. He turned and left. Vincent smiled to himself from the shadows, he had plans to make.
Harry stood for his final teaching level examination on Thursday. It was being held at the Quidditch pitch. He stepped onto the pitch and the small assembly surprised him. Minister Fudge sat in the stands, with a few of his aides, Dolores Umbridge, Practically the entire Order, Sirius (as a black dog, next to Professor Snape), and a few more. Harry had finished the other teaching levels with a Master in Magical Creatures, Divination, and an Advanced in Herbology. This was to be his last, and it seemed that Kingsley Shacklebolt was to be his partner for this, witnessed by Rufus Scrimgeour, Head of the Aurors.
The Minister stood pointed his wand to his neck and explained the proceedings. Harry was to duel Kingsley, and would be assessed on the types of spells used. Win or lose, Harry would have his levels assessed.
Harry bowed to Kingsley, who looked somewhat upset to be dueling Harry. The man knew what he was, so there was that trepidation Harry was sure.
Harry kept his voice low enough for only Kingsley to hear. “Just spells, nothing more, and I am excellent at healing anything I dish out.” He gave the man a small smile.
Kingsley just nodded. Rufus stood and had them back to back and counted the paces.
Harry ran through his strategy in his head as the paces were counted out. Kingsley’s trademark spell was the blasting spell, it shot earth and stone into the face of his opponent. He tended towards explosive spells, and those would be easily blocked by the shields, but Harry needed to be creative to gain a Master level.
When they turned, Harry cemented that non-verbal was the way to go, and he countered the first blast, with a wall of water and a repulsion spell to send it back to Kingsley. Their wands were working furiously, colors blazing and arching. Harry jumped and flew, apparated behind Kingsley to get his guard down, but the man was wonderful. Harry needed to give as many types of complex spells as he could and Kingsley allowed it. Harry made anticipatory moves, getting Kingsley to toss the spell he needed at him, from blasting curses to hexes and jinxes. He was waiting, knowing that Kingsley was getting tired. Tired meant he would start moving towards cutting and binding spells… Harry needed the cutting spell to finish, with his Sonabona charm.
They danced in a spectacular fashion, the earth splashed up and exploded time over time. Red spells zapped, yellow spells cracked and so many others were exchanged. Kingsley was sweating profusely. He was trying to find any weakness in Harry, but it seemed the more he tried the better Harry got. It was as if Harry was orchestrating a symphony. Evidently, Harry knew him very well, his style, his intent, and his reactions. The boy was good, very good. There may be time yet to convince Harry to join his team of Aurors. The boy had a chance at greatness. He let go one of his harshest cutting curses, and was surrounded by bright light and sound was exploding in his head, he fell to the ground. On his knees grasping his ears trying to cover the sound. He felt his body go rigid and ropes wrapped around him and then the sound died… that was the coolest spell ever, Harry had to teach him that one and his team needed that spell.
Harry got just what he wished for. When the cutting curse was formed on Kingsley’s lips, Harry let go the Sonabona charm and waited for its effects. When Kingsley fell to his knees, Harry immobilized him, and sent an Incarcerous to wrap him up, and then just for the minister, he added a pink bow on top and looked back to Rufus, who was scowling a bit under the raging Minister, but there was a hint of humor in those eyes.
“IT IS A MASTER LEVEL, I don’t care what you think Minister, and everyone here can see that the spells used were NOT simple. That last spell alone has never been seen and I will be getting it for my Aurors to use.” Rufus ground out to an obviously angry minister.
The head of the Auror Department turned towards Harry.
“Master of Defense, but unfortunately, the minister has two more requirements that I must perform in order for you to be awarded your level.” Rufus sent a quelling glare to the minister. “If you please, the last two will cement your Master Level.”
Harry stood, he had a feeling, and looking at Fudge, that feeling meant unforgivables. Harry smiled. He was not sure which would be first, but he could was ready with the Sonabona charm. The first was not the Cruciatus… it was in fact the Imperious…
Harry felt that wonderful feeling, his will wanted to slip away, but he refused and stood still, staring at the man.
Toss your wand Harry.
NO
Bow!
NO!
Harry turned to face the Minister, pinning him with a deathly stare.
LOOK AT ME!
NO…
Harry hated being controlled and his will overrode everything, finally snapping back and issuing his own command, not really expecting anything. There really was no such thing as a rebounded Imperious.
I would make you turn around in circles, hop on one foot, cluck like a chicken and give the minister the middle finger…If I could...
Harry felt the dissolve of the spell, still looking at the minister with a smile firmly on his lips when the entire crowd started laughing and then he heard some clucking noises coming from this side. He turned to look, and was floored, he never knew if your will was stronger you could rebound the Imperious… but evidently he could. He cast a quick finite…
“Sorry sir, I … Never tried ordering while the curse was on me before… It just slipped.” Harry confessed to Rufus who was just looking at him, afraid to do the last requirement.
Rufus only coughed politely and nodded, he turned to the Minister…”YOU can administer your last ...I refuse. I will witness only.”
“You will do as you are told, Rufus… The last one …” Fudge said. Albus stood up quickly. “If you are testing unforgivables, Cornelius, I offer Professor Snape… He is highly qualified as well.”
Fudge was furious. “Yes... Yes, let’s get it over with…. one scream, Harry, and you will be disqualified from teaching.” He said with an evil smirk. Harry felt his gut tighten… there would be two curses, not one.
Professor Snape was not happy to be volunteered for this. “Don’t worry pet, he defeated my curse before easily.” Severus whispered to the dog, which whined next to him. His cloak billowed out from him as he moved silently to take up position in front of Harry. The boy knew what to do, so he just would do what he had to.
“CRUCIO” Severus called out, loud enough for the minister to hear, and he held nothing back, his magic rippled through his body and focused into the curse, full force.
Harry saw them both with his Auror trained eyes, the red spell from Snape, and the hidden one from the Minister. Out of the corner of his eye, the curse was like heat as it moved through the spaces between them, shimmering, and every so often distorting the scene as it spread towards him. He raised his wand, and swirled in a circle, a blur or speed, letting the Sonabona charm go, once towards Severus and a second to intercept the hidden spell. The last movement was a slash in the air, and when he landed, he landed facing the minister, not the obvious spell from Snape. Everyone watched as the visible spell was swallowed by his pink charm, and a second pink stream met the hidden one, and revealed it before swallowing it as well. Then it enveloped both Snape and the Minister in its bright light.. Harry ended the Professor’s first and then the Ministers.
The Minister was furious, beyond anything. The stupid boy had countered his cruciatus curse… his unseen curse. The Minister left the stands and did not look back… He would not let this stand.
Rufus stood on the field, conjuring the Master of Defense Teaching Level, and handed it to Harry Potter, and shook his hands. “Now you will let me know about that last charm.”

“I’ll send the instructions via Kingsley, Sir, along with a few others.” Harry offered, inclining his head to the applause that erupted for him in the stands. Harry thanked Rufus, Kingsley and Professor Snape. He turned and left. For now he had to see to enlisting help for tonight’s DA lesson.
Harry walked into the infirmary and called out for Madam Pomfrey.
She bustled out of her office, looking him up and down.
“I’m not injured.” Harry stated, trying to ward off any further checks or diagnostics.
She arched her eyebrow, placed her hands on her hips and waited.
“I am conducting another extracurricular Defense lesson tonight.” Harry started.
“And you need me there to clean up if anything goes wrong?” She asked, there was a hint of sarcasm in her tone.
“Actually, I will be going over healing spells. Ones they can use on themselves and others during intense situations. I would like you to to look over the list of spells I will be instructing today. And I would also like you to attend, you have practical experience that would benefit the students. Later though, I also was hoping you would like to contribute to my new Defense classes, since healing is crucial to defense.” Harry implored the woman with his eyes.
Poppy was beside herself. Usually her skills were discounted unless someone was already injured. She smiled sweetly at Harry.
“Of course, I would love to help.” She offered, and ushered Harry into her office where he showed her a list of healing spells.
Some of the spells were easy spells that most students learned from their parents. They learned it before entering Hogwarts. One of those spells was Episkey. The other spells on his list were a bit harder.
“How do you plan to test the Vulnera Adurere charm? I won’t let any of the students lose a limb, Harry.” She looked at him.
“Same way you were trained, on transfigured bodies to simulate the scenario. I want to at least give them a fighting chance.” Harry said confident his approach would work, of course, Madam Pomfrey was the expert and he would rely on her council.
She only nodded. “I think these are the best for combat, the harder ones will be the larger wound charms and of course the CPR charm, the others should be fairly easy for fifth and sixth year students.”
“Thank you for your input; we plan to meet around 9:30 this evening. See the headmaster for the use of the teacher’s coin.” Harry informed her and then departed. He was fairly exhausted and ready to sleep, but his day was not yet over. And tomorrow would be worse.
He assigned the horcrux to each acceptable person. Ron got the locket, only because that is what felt right, and Hermione would dispose of the cup as they had in his vision. The diadem, the ring, was difficult, but he knew that Severus and Draco would be the best choices. He could not, as that would wake his horcrux. As it was he would have to observe, and he was not sure what that would do to him. He remembered each destruction as if it were a portent of his own death, which they were.
Harry made his way to his room, hoping Draco would be there, dinner was in an hour, so they had time. Each step closer to his door, invigorated him, and his heart beat faster anticipating seeing Draco for the first time all day.
He spoke the password and looked around the sitting room only to see that it was empty, and his heart fell just a bit. Disappointment blossomed; he knew Draco had homework, and things to do. So, he just went to their bedroom to take a brief nap. His heart swelled when he took in the scene that greeted him. Draco had waited for him, but seemed to have fallen asleep on their bed, with a book hanging off one hand and a quill behind his ear. Harry smiled, and he felt so much love well up inside him. He moved the book and quill to a better location, and then crawled into bed gathering Draco in his arms.
The fit was perfect, the scent was exactly what he needed, his stress just melted away. Though Draco whimpered a bit in his sleep, he did not wake. Harry curled behind his favorite blond and decided a snooze was in order. He let sleep take him as he rested comfortably with one arm around Draco’s middle and sighed.
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Chapter 18 - Minister Mayhem