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AN:So, K. Here’s another chappie.

Chapter Five: The New Marauders

Neville’s face came through the flames and Harry was immediately on the alert. He knew his friend and this was a bad look for him. "What is it, Nev? " he asked.

"I think you should come to the school. I’ve left word at the gates, if you could hurry." And Harry nodded before the flames died down and an empty fireplace stared at him. He closed his book and called to Lily. She hurried into the room, carrying a doll that Hermione had bought for her when she and Ron had gone to Paris for their last vacation.

“I need to go out. I want you to go to your grandmothers for the day. Okay, Honey?”

“Okay. Are James and Albus alright?” she asked.

“Were you listening in on my firecall?” Harry asked and his daughter nodded. “I don't know yet, but when I do I'll tell you. Now, get your things and hurry.”

As soon as Lily was through the floo Harry stepped out into his backyard, and apparated to the edge of the school's wards. He was met at the gates by Donald McLaggen, the current headboy, a Hufflepuff and son of Cormac McLaggen, deputy headmaster and teacher of specialty lessons like apparation and pre-healing for gifted students. The man had married Penelope Clearwater, right under Percy's nose, and it was still a sore spot among the Weasleys.

“Right this way, Auror Potter.” the boy said as they hurried across the grounds. They arrived at the doors to greenhouse number 3 just as Minerva came out of the back of the castle.

“Auror Potter. Have you been upraised of the situation?” She asked and Harry shook his head. “You may go, Mr. McLaggen. Your son, along with Scorpius Malfoy, has cast an elaborate hex on two of our Ravenclaw students, who in turn are responsible for the condition of the two Slytherins. The part that has me the most concerned is the age of the Ravenclaw boys.”

“I assumed they were first years, like Albus.” Harry said as they entered the greenhouse and moved between the branches of foliage.

“No. The other boys are fifth years and I am informed that they may have started this altercation.” Minerva almost sounded impressed and Harry would have asked her about it, but they had made their way to an open area and the sight that greeted them left him speechless.

“Ah, Harry. As you can see, this wasn't something I could have explained through a firecall.” Neville reached out and shook Harry's hand.

On the edges of the cleared area, four boys, two that were much taller and Harry assumed they were the Ravenclaws, were engulfed in branches. The smaller boys were tied up in vines, held perfectly still and only their eyes and hand hands were uncovered. The Ravenclaw boys seemed to be the source of these vines, which were loosely wrapped around them before branching off to capture the first years. At the feet of the older boys, dirt was lifted from the ground and their legs seemed to be buried from the ankles down.

“Are they plants?” Harry asked moving closer and peering at the Ravenclaws. “This is a hex?”

“Actually, it's a potion that is combined with a hex for a ritual.” Neville told him. “It has a counter, but it will take two days to brew it and we're waiting for Professor Montague.”

“Did you boys do this?” Harry directed his questions to Albus, but Scorpius was so close he could have been speaking to him, as well. The vines covered their mouths, but Harry could see his son's eyes. “Can you get them free?” He turned to Neville who looked conflicted. “Nev? Headmistress?”

“I've decided that the culprits should remain with their victims until the cure can be brewed.” McGonagall decreed.

“What? They're eleven-year-old boys. Don't you think that's a bit harsh?”

“They brewed an advanced potion, conducted a ritual with intent of causing harm to other students and came here to taunt their victims. I think the punishment fits the crime.”

“And have you asked what motivated them to take this action?” Harry pressed.

“Motivation is hardly an excuse, Mr. Potter.”

“I'm not looking for excuses, Headmistress. I was hoping to determine the extent of the crimes that are being perpetrated here. How is it that a pair of first years felt it necessary to battle fifth year wizards?” Harry put his hand on the vine that was wrapped around Albus' throat and felt it flex. “If they have been the victims in some way, maybe they've already had their punishment.”

“Release the boys, Professor Longbottom.” The headmistress said with a huff and turned toward the door. “Bring them to my office.”

Harry held in the sigh he wanted to release as Neville pointed his wand and chanted a stream of words. The vines unwound from the boys and shrank back into the older students. When they were free, both Slytherins dropped to their knees and drew great lung-fulls of air.

Harry reached for his son while Neville helped the Malfoy boy up and they checked them for damage. “Stop overacting,” Neville said. “I checked to make sure you weren't being smothered. Professor Montague will be here soon. You boys behave and I'll be back.” he added to the Ravenclaws before he and Harry led the Slytherins to the door.

Once they arrived at the Headmistress’ office, Harry sat across from the boys and eyed them critically. Minerva leaned on her desk and waited for the tension to increase to a static level. “Are you boys ready to answer some questions?” she asked and the two looked at each other.

“We aren't tell-tales, Headmistress.” Albus stated.

“No one wants to force you to do that, but we need to know if you were victims, Son. If older students are casting dangerous spells on first years, the staff wants to do something about it.” Neville suggested.

“Professor, if the staff wants to protect the first years, why do they pit them against each other in the first place?” Scorpius asked innocently.

“How do you mean, Mr. Malfoy?”

Harry felt a twinge at the way she said the boy's name and his mind focused even more on the proceedings and the atmosphere behind them. “Sorting us into houses and setting up a competition. The entire house is involved and there is no difference in whether you lose by a sixth year's actions or a first.”

“Competition is meant to give the students a goal, Mr. Malfoy.” Minerva said.

“But, does it do that? The stress of competing causes some kids to do more to gain points than turn in good essays or keep their rooms neat. Some students try to advance their house by sabotaging the others.” Scorpius paused, concerned that he had said too much, but Albus picked up where he left off.

“And since we've been labeled as targets from the very beginning, Slytherins are often the subject of these pranks, and some of the staff conveniently look the other way.”

“Some of my staff?” Minerva said, indignantly. She looked around to find both Neville and Harry avoiding her eyes. “Professor Longbottom?”

“Well, I'm not one to point fingers, but I have noticed that a few of the teachers take more points from Slytherin than the others, and never from their own houses.”

“It's nothing new, Headmistress. In our year, Professor Snape was notorious for letting his house get away with pranks on the other houses.” Harry added. “Did those boys prank you, Albus?”

The dark-haired Slytherin boy looked away, trying to keep his eyes from those of his father, but Harry waited patiently.

“It was me.” Scorpius said and all eyes turned to him. “They hexed me with a spell that made me . . .” He faltered and looked up at Harry with pleading eyes. Eyes like Harry had seen make that same expression, far too recently.

“Go ahead, Mr. Malfoy.” the Headmistress coaxed, but Scorpius didn't speak.

“They made his . . . penis stick up.” Albus blurted and the blond looked away in shame. “It took four days for it to stop and he couldn't pee while it was like that.”

“Erectus Totalus.” Neville groaned, and Harry looked his way. “A Ravenclaw from Teddy's year created it and the lot of them have doled it out on quite a few students, but usually they just go to the hospital and get things squared away.”

“Scorpius is afraid of hospital. He went there for a belly ache and Madam MacLaggen pinched him - six times.” Albus seemed to be very adamant about defending his friend now that Scorpius had given up some information.

“I think I see a trend forming here. I assume you don't condone this kind of treatment, Headmistress?” Harry asked.

“Mr. Potter!”

“Auror Potter, and I am obliged to ask. If the boy's parents want to press charges, you'll be asked even more direct questions.”

“I do not condone, nor promote, Pure-blood bating, Auror. I will personally investigate these offenses and discipline anyone found to have participated. Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter, which other teachers have been unfair in your instructions?”

“Well . . .” Albus faltered.

“I'll tell you.” Neville announced. “Don't put the boys on the spot. Brown, Chang-, and Finch-Fletchely. Montague is lenient to the Slyths, but I think that he only does that to even things up. He's not especially hard on any of the others that I've noticed.”

“I see.” As she turned away, a house elf apparated in and she looked down at it.

“Beg pardon, Headmistress. Mr. and Mrs. Podmore and Mr. Hawthorne have just arrived at the gates. Professor Flitwick is bringing them to the castle.”

“Very good. Professor Longbottom? You should greet them before they are taken to their sons. Do not discuss these boys' allegations without my presence. I'll need to see a few of my professors, Locky. Please bring them these notes.” She snapped her fingers and five envelopes appeared in her hand. She gave them to the elf and it disappeared. At the same time, Neville rose and left the room.

McGonagall turned back to Harry, who stood and followed when she moved away. “Your thoughts, Auror Potter?”

“I have faith that you can handle this. You were always a fair witch.”

“I was wondering if you believe Mr. Malfoy should be called.” Sarcasm was not the Headmistresses strong suit, so Harry was a bit stunned.

“I'm not sure that it would be possible. He works today and there's no direct floo to him. He wouldn't be able to apparate here, either. If you want him, I could fetch him for you.”

“I think we can postpone that, for now. I trust you can bring him up to date on our discussions, and if he has any complaints he can owl them to me. I wouldn't want to inconvenience him and I will be only too please to follow up on his concerns, if he were to voice them to me.” The statement was open ended, leading Harry to the conclusion that McGonagall knew full well what ramifications Malfoy could face if an auror showed up to remove him from work.

“I'd be happy to pass the information on, as will his son, I'm sure.” Harry gave a pointed look toward the two boys, who shrunk further in their seats.

The headmistress resumed her seat, leaning forward and toying with her wand. Harry noticed it, in a way he never had before. The long shaft was smooth and shiny from years of use, but the delicately lathed handle was unique and fit the contours he would expect for the accepting woman he had known as a child. The end, nearly as pointed as the tip, expanded out into a beveled sphere that again tapered into a jewel-like design before slicking down into the wand proper. It was the wand of a lady, a pure-bred wand if he had ever seen one.

“There is still the matter of your punishments for brewing that potion and casting the hex. For starters, you will be doing some detentions. I will set up a schedule for you and I will monitor it personally. You will write an essay on the theory behind ritual, with regards to potion/hex combinations and I will assign you three intermediate level potions to brew, independently, during one of your detentions. Do you have any questions?” she asked and they both shook their heads in the negative. “Then, get to your dorm and do not speak of anything that we have discussed here, with anyone.”

As the door closed behind them, McGonagall sighed and Harry lowered into the chair his son had just deserted. “I'm sorry that you're stuck in the middle of this, Minerva.”

“Oh, Harry. You've spoken of this on numerous occasions. I should have listened and kept my cupboards clean. . . ooh, I'm so, so sorry.”

Harry chuckled. “No need. I like an occasional reminder of where I came from, so that I don't get too full of myself. Do you want me to go, while you talk to the teachers?”

“No, I was just going to ask you to remain, so that they could get some idea how serious this is. The laws may lean toward muggleborms and half-bloods, but pure-blood bating is still illegal and I won't hesitate to take action if this warning isn't enough.”

“I see. I'll just keep out of the way, for now.” Harry waved his wand and a file cabinet in the corner extended and became a firm, but comfortable couch. He sat back and smiled at the vexed expression the elder witch gave him.

“Those documents don't take kindly to being wrinkled.” and he laughed, making her smile in return.

Randolph Montague was first to arrive, sweeping in the room with a Snape-like arrogance that had Harry impressed, but his chiseled features and soft black hair contrasted the effect. This man was too handsome to be Severus Snape’s equal in the scary old professor department.

“Headmistress? I won’t be able to brew the antidote until this evening, as it must be begun after dark has fallen. Was there something else? Your note was quite vague.” he said standing in front of her desk and giving Harry a quick nod. “Your son is quite a surprise, Potter.”

“Auror Potter will be acting as a witness to our meeting,” Minerva said and Montague nodded again. “Did you bring what I asked you for?”

“Yes, Headmistress.” he replied pulling out a vial of clear liquid.

“Very good.” She accepted the vial and motioned the man to sit. “I'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind. Your responses will determine whether this is necessary. Have you given partiality to the students of Slytherin House with regards to points given or taken, punishments for broken rules or rewards for actions taken against other houses?”

Montague chewed on his answer for some time, leading Harry to believe that he was working up a lie. He took a deep breath and leaned forward, into the position of perfect posture and breeding, something Harry had come to call the pure-blood pose. It was one of the only things that remained of the dignity once held by that portion of the wizarding populous. “Yes, Headmistress, to a certain extent, all of those.”

Harry came to the conclusion that he could respect this man as McGonagall asked her next question. “Have you given points, taken points, assigned detentions or given leniency based on blood-status?”

“Not on blood, Headmistress. Most of my house are pure-bloods, but that was not my reasoning in regards to my decisions.” Montague sounded scandalized and Harry looked away to avoid snickering.

“Thank you, Professor. If you could remain, for a bit, I may need further assistance.” The man rose and moved to sit near Harry, almost blending into the shadows where he sat. This impressed Harry, as well. He thought he might like to have a conversation with this man.

A few minutes later, a knock on the door announced the arrival of the next teacher. McGonagall called them in and the door opened. Harry recognized a former housemate in the woman that entered.

Lavender noticed Harry at first, but didn't see Randolph until she was seated at the front of the Headmistress' desk. She avoided looking his way and tried to focus on the woman in front of her.

“Professor Brown. We have a situation here at Hogwarts. I must ask you to answer a few questions.” Lavender nodded and McGonagall paused. The younger woman glanced up at Harry for a second then back to the older witch. “Auror Potter is here as a witness. Do you have a problem with that?”

“No, no.” Lavender insisted.

“Very well. Professor Brown, have you ever taken points, given points, assigned detentions or given rewards on the basis of house affiliation?”

“Oh, no, Headmistress. That's a lie.”

“A lie? How do you mean, Professor?” Minerva said.

“He's just covering up for his house.” Lavender looked panicked and Harry looked at the wizard to his right. Montague had not moved and did not even appear to be paying attention.

“Professor Brown! I'm afraid I will have to insist that you take a dose of veritaserum. If you refuse, I will have to put you on a suspension until my investigation is over. Will you comply?”

Lavender looked around the room, turning all the way to view the doors like she was going to bolt. Harry had his wand ready as Minerva rose to her feet.

“I'm sorry for telling your secret,” Albus said as they were closing on the entrance to the dorms.

“You didn't really. I was trying to tell, but the words got stuck here. You helped me.” Scorpius indicated his throat as he led the way through the hall and into the common room.

“Well, I guess. What did you think of my dad?”

“He seems fair. I was surprised when he stood up for us.”

“Yeah, he doesn't hold your family against you.” Albus dropped onto the couch in front of the fire. “I wonder if we should ask him about house elves?”

“I want to ask my father, first.” Scorpius insisted so Al nodded. “I'll write him a letter tonight.”

“Will you tell him about the ritual . . . or the hex?” Al asked.

“I expect your father will take care of that, now that he knows my full name.” The blond scowled. “Perhaps it's for the best.”

“If only we didn't have to do the hex right over the dirt we planted them in. They couldn't have caught us if we weren't so close.”

“Yeah, but the look on their faces. That was amazing.”

“It was brilliant! Just like when Uncle Ron talks about catching a dark wizard or when Uncle Bill talks about breaking a curse.”

“Your family sounds exciting.” Scorpius said and Al frowned. “My father works as a clerk. A curse breaker, Aurors and quidditch players are very exciting, compared to that.”

“I suppose.” Albus did not like the way this conversation was going, so he diverted. “Bet, no one give you any trouble, now.”

“Yeah.” Scorpius agreed with a ready smile.
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