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The Pride of Hogwarts	By : MightyGryffindor Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Pride of Hogwarts

Chapter 6: Fudge with nuts.

Lord Mattingly quickly attuned himself with Hogwarts blood wards, and found that both the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Oswald Fudge, and Kingsley Shacklebolt, were at the front gate, and that the Minister was being held up, literally.

“It would seem that our guests are Auror Shacklebolt, and Minister Fudge”, Lord Mattingly deadpanned, “but we have something rather important to do before we go to the gate to meet them.

“Headmaster, would you happen to have five small glass phials, with corks”?

Dumbledore nodded, and went to quickly retrieve the phials, as Lord Mattingly addressed the five students.

“You five, “Lord Mattingly explained, while motioning to the students “will need to give us a copy of your memories about what happened with Dolores Umbridge, and we will keep them safe, at several places, including Gringotts. One will be turned over to Auror Shacklebolt for viewing, but the other four will be held back as our winning hand, so to speak. Who knows, one might need to be slipped to the Daily Prophet”. The elder Mattingly finished, with a smirk, and the students caught on pretty quick to what was up, especially Alex.

“Yea, it would be pretty bad if they found out about her and Fudge being tied together at the hip”, Alex said. “and which made me remember this important fact. While Dolores was all tied up, I couldn’t help but delve into her mind, and what I found out is the nails in their coffins.

“First off, Umbridge was the one who had the Dementors show up at Little Whinging, and attack Harry”. Alex said, and everyone gasped, though McGonagall looked like she was about to faint. “Also, she had a blood quill in her desk, which I have here, and was told to use it on misbehaving students, by writing lines, no less, by none other than Fudge himself”. Alex finished, and handed the blood quill over to his father.

“Really”? Lord Mattingly said. “That’s considered the Dark Arts, and to use it on children in this way, well, I can see at least a ten year sentence in Azkaban for it. However, sending those Dementors after an innocent person would get her another twenty, easily.

“Then, there is Fudge’s involvement in this mess. Yes, he will get ousted over this, there’s no doubt about that, and may even get some time over it, if I have my way. This will be bigger than when his nephew, Rufus Fudge, got in all that trouble over the missing tube train. We’ll have to play this correctly, and quickly, to get this to go where we want it to, and by this evening, one, or maybe two, will be behind bars at the Ministry, awaiting trial.

“Now then, when I put my wand to your head, I want you to think of what happened earlier with Umbridge, starting at the beginning, and I will extract each memory, and place them into a phial. Afterwards, we will go see if we can help the Minister out of his current predicament”.

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“Shacklebolt, GET ME DOWN FROM HERE”! Cornelius Fudge roared.

“Well, Minister”, the tall, dark, auror said, as he watched the Minister spin slowly in mid air, about twelve feet above the ground, “I’m doing all I can, but my magic doesn’t want to work against it. Maybe we should have listened…..”.

“Do not say it”, Fudge hissed, now quite red in the face, as he made another slow spin by the auror, “don’t say it again. This has Dumbledore written all over it”.

“Dumbledore”! One of the winged boars snorted. “That fool has not one thing to do with it, now does he? No, it all be ye that’s caused it all.

“I told ye, that if ye meant ill intent against this school, and ‘specially a student, what would happen, but ye came on ahead, jus’ like a blunderin’ fool, anyway! If’n ye don’t leave the Potter boy alone, this is what ye’ll get, every time ye come ‘round here from now on…., or worse”!

“Now you see here, I am the Minister for Magic, and you can’t treat me this way, I won’t have it”! Fudge bellowed. “I’ll have you torn down by tomorrow, and broken up into paving stone, I will, and you’ll not do one thing about it”!

That was Fudge’s next mistake, as the magic picked him up higher, and roughly shook him to and fro, making the elderly wizard quite sick to his stomach, and his arse was now getting very sore.

“KINGSLEY, DO SOMETHING”! Fudge yelled.

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“What is that, spinning around in the air, a green pig”? Ron Weasley asked, as they looked down toward the front gate, from where they now stood, just outside the great castle’s doors.

“Don’t be silly, Ronald, pigs aren’t green”! Hermione hissed.

“Nope, that just happens to be the Minister for Magic, I’d say”. Alex Mattingly replied, and had a huge toothy grin on his face.

“You recon”? Harry Potter asked, then gave a huge grin.

“The Minister”? McGonagall gasped, as she watched the fat, green, flailing thing being spun about slowly in midair.

“Yes, Minerva, that would be Cornelius”. Dumbledore replied, now slightly worried himself. “Well, let’s go see if we can get him down, shall we”? The old wizard finished, and began to walk down the stone drive.

“What, in Merlin’s name, is going on out here”? Severus Snape asked, as he stepped outside, only to see Dumbledore and McGonagall starting to walk off down the drive.

“Oh, hello there, Severus”, Lord Mattingly said, as he shook the sallow mans hand. “It seems that the blood wards, which removed Umbridge earlier, have just caught another victim, and that is the Minister, who is now spinning around like a fat, green, top.

“Come, all, let’s catch up with the Headmaster, as I don’t think we would want to miss this”. Lord Mattingly stated, as he started to stride off, with a look of pure glee on his face.

Severus Snape, being the smart man that he was, did the unthinkable, after slipping back towards the door, and once out of sight, sent his Patronus, a shimmering silver doe, to the Daily Profit, with instructions for someone to come to the front gate at once. Then, with a smirk that would scare off a Goblin, he went after the others to watch the show. Yes, today was going to be a good day, indeed.

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“I say, Auror Shacklebolt, what has happened here”? Headmaster Dumbledore asked, as he looked up, and watched a very flustered, and flailing, Minister revolve around in midair.

“Well, you see, Albus…”. Kingsley spoke, but was cut off by a ranting Minister.

“GET ME DOWN, DUMBLEDORE, NOW”! Cornelius Fudge shouted, as he spun around to face his impending welcoming party. His face had now turned a disgusting puce.

“Well, I dare say, dear fellow, wait is that…”? Dumbledore started, but paused in disbelief.

“Are those women’s unmentionables he’s wearing”? McGonagall hissed, as she just noticed what the Minister was hoisted up by. She thought she was going to faint, and had started to swoon.

“Pantaloons, I believe”? Dumbledore asked, and looked around at his growing audience, which now included several Hogsmeade residents.

“No, Headmaster, those would be named pink panties, well actually, something closer to what a muggle would call a ‘thong’”. Alex Mattingly crowed.

“Really? Dumbledore remarked. “Well in my younger days, my dear friend, Elphias, asked me to wear a pair of something similar, but well, I shouldn’t be mentioning this in mixed company at all, now should I, especially without ol’ Doge here”. Then, he quickly shut his yap at this, when he noticed the listening audience. He tried to look ashamed, but couldn’t quite bring it off.

Yes, there was the Minister for Magic, hoisted in midair, by what one would assume was a great invisible hook, by the waistband of his undergarment, on which he was slowly spinning in a circle. One could say that he had received a giant ‘wedgie’!

Also, when the Minister saw the growing amount of voters staring at him, he shut his eyes tightly together, and started praying to Merlin, that it was all some sort of bad dream. When he reopened them, though, he knew he was doomed, especially when he noticed the flash of a camera.

Then, the Minister noticed Lord Mattingly, who was in a huddle with Kingsley Shacklebolt, and Severus Snape. He also noticed that the auror was being handed something in several small phials. No, this would not bode well for him, and Umbridge had been his downfall, just as sure as his nephew had stolen that train.

“Minister Cornelius Oswald Fudge”, Lord Mattingly bellowed over the talking crowd, with a magnified voice, “I am having you arrested, and taken into custody, today, on the charges of being an accomplice to, and with, one Mrs. Delores Jane Umbridge, and in authorizing the use of a dark artifact, namely a blood quill, on a school student”. Here, the renewed Lord Mattingly overheard everyone start to mutter, and whisper between themselves.

“Also, you are being charged with allowing said woman to use an unforgivable curse upon a student, and this said curse is being that of the Cruciatus”. At this, there was outrage in their voices.

“Furthermore, you are being charged with the attempted removal, of one Mr. Harry James Potter’s, soul, by being an accomplice to, and with, the said mentioned Delores Jane Umbridge, whom thereby sent forth the Dementors of Azkaban prison, after said adolescent, and into a muggle community, namely into Little Whinging, in county Surrey”.

Now, there were shouts of spitting hatred at the Minister, and all his hopes had just been flushed down the proverbial toilet.

“As a member of the Wizengamot”, Lord Mattingly continued, “I am ordering Auror Shacklebolt to take you into custody, and remand you to the jail, at the Ministry of Magic, until you can stand trial. I am also ordering a warrant be issued for one Mrs. Delores Jane Umbridge, and that she be arrested, and brought forth, post haste, to stand trial for her crimes”.

At the end of Lord Mattingly’s remarks, a giant mud hole appeared directly under Fudge, and the invisible hook vanished, thereby dropping the now ex-minister into the dark, brown, goop.

When Fudge got his wits about him, he stood up, and immediately saw Rita Skeeter standing at the end of the muddy bog, with a quick-quotes quill in hand, and the look of a fierce shark on her face. Yes, today couldn’t have gone any worse, well that was until the great winged boar on the gatepost snorted at him.

“Well”, Dumbledore said, “anyone for a Lemon Drop”?

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Thanks for all the reviews, and the srory will take a more humorus tune after this.
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