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TRIANGLE DISEASE

Part II

CHAPTER SEVEN

“Hope for peace, but clan for War”

By the_scribbler

the_scribbler (at) shadowgard.com

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From Chapter Six- “Hope of a
Headmaster”

          Both Ginny and Hermione instantly dropped their mental
blocks and poured their power into Harry. They entered his thoughts and found him , hiding and afraid. Their mental selves picked
him up and formed a powerful shield around the three of them. When Tom
assaulted Harry’s mind again, he ran right into
the shield.

What is this, Potter? What is this barbarity that you’ve created?

Having recovered somewhat, Harry was able to laugh. Tom, you
sniveling pile of toad-shit, this was entirely your doing. If you hadn’t cursed
me, I’d never have married my two wives and we’d never have formed a golden
triangle. But now…well, the three of us can keep you at bay forever. What’s
more, we’re going to hunt you down like a dog and kill you.

Now, get out of my mind.

With an enormous mental shove, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny pushed Tom
out and away from Harry’s mind.

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Friday, October 29th.

            Voldemort’s followers had been quiet since
the attack on the Hogwarts express and many in the wizarding world were getting
nervous. They didn’t know about Tom’s
attempt to penetrate Harry’s mind and there was no way that he was going to
broadcast the fact.

Word had somehow reached the Order that they were going to attack
again, but the source could not pin down exactly where. The last two weeks of
October had seen frantic preparations and intense training of students and
parents alike in and around Potter Castle. No one was getting much sleep and
nerves were beginning to fray.

Doors
were starting be slammed by people in frustration and it worried Harry,
Hermione, and Ginny. Each of them had taken on the responsibility of one of the
newly formed strike teams. Each team was composed of twenty-five students,
roughly eight per grade from each of the fifth, sixth, and seventh years at
Hogwarts. The Beauxbatons’ team had an additional twenty-five, though it didn’t
yet have a leader. Finally, the Trio had to call a halt to the training and to
classes. Halloween was two days away and it was in everyone’s interest to calm
down and re-group.

At Friday night dinner, when the entirety of the castle’s population
was present and food was being passed around, Harry jumped up onto a side
serving table near the head table and magnified his voice.

“Good evening! Can I have your attention for a moment?”

The
huge hall eventually grew quiet and still. “Good evening. On behalf of
Professor Dumbledore, the other professors present, and myself, I want to say a
couple of things. First of all, it’s been a long two months since school began
again. I know most of you are more tired than you could have imagined being,
this early in the semester. For the parents – I want to thank you all. Magical and muggle alike. We’re all in this together.

Now – several things have to happen in the next several days. First –
we’ve got to prepare for a really big, really awesome Halloween party. The
WEIRD SISTERS are coming to play!”

A roar went up from the magical students – even those from Beauxbatons
- The Muggles were totally in the dark, so Harry
spoke up again.

“I can see some of you don’t know who the WEIRD SISTERS are. Well – for
you Muggles out there, it’s a magical singing group not too different from
TWISTED SISTER or KISS.”

Knowing
looks from the Muggles told Harry that he had used the right analogy.

“OK. The second thing we need to do is get families back together for a
couple of days. I know that the parents here tonight have been missing your
children and wondering what’s been going on – in their classes and in their
additional training, so I’m going to tell you some of what we’ve been doing.

Let me finish describing our ‘to-do’ list first, though. Halloween is on Sunday, so tomorrow, I am
asking everyone to meet here for breakfast and then go off for the day as
families. There will be a series of pick-up Quidditch matches starting at 2 PM
tomorrow. We will play four one-half hour matches, so that people who wish to
play can rotate in. Player’s colors will be from the four houses.

Third – the decision has been taken – and this is significant – to
retire Slytherin House. The formal ceremony will happen on Sunday, at Noon.
Those who are currently in Slytherin House will be asked to wear their formal
house robes for the Service. We will meet in the Great Chapel at Hogwarts and
the Slytherin House Flag and all of its honors will be formally enshrined in
the School’s Museum. We – the Professors, the Prefects, and the Head Girls and
I – are proud to announce that the new house will be called DUMBLEDORE. There
will be another sorting ceremony for those all who believe that they have the
right stuff to be a part of the first class ever for the new house. I, for one,
am anxious to see who the sorting hat chooses.”

There erupted an enormous applause from the assembled throng of two
thousand. Even the muggle parents were on their feet, stomping and cheering.
Harry waived to the Headmaster and he rose, teary-eyed, but smiling.

When the commotion settled down, Harry continued “I know that it seems
odd that I should be the one up here speaking, for surely there is an adult or
many adults who should be conducting affairs and seen to be ‘in charge’. I want
you to know that I am never, ever alone in the decision-making. I am fortunate to have by my side the best
team of people who have ever graced Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For some of the muggle parents in the
audience, let me introduce the professors of the school.”

For the next few minutes, Harry introduced all of the staff from
Hogwarts, including Severus Snape, and the private tutors who had worked with
Harry, Hermione, and Ginny. Then Harry introduced his wives and after that,
Ron, and the others who had risen to the challenge of organizing and maintaining
such a massive community.

When everyone had been introduced and there had been suitable applause,
they sat back down and Harry continued with his speech.

“I have a special, and perhaps singular, honor tonight. I’ve asked the
Deputy Minister for Magic to be here tonight. Madame Minister, would you come
up here?”

Amelia Bones – a witch of singular power and influence – rose from
where she was sitting next to the Headmaster and walked to where Harry was
standing. Harry then looked to the
Teacher’s table and said “Professor Severus Snape, would you come forward
please?”

Snape looked confused and petulant as he heard Harry call him – but a
look from Minerva McGonagall squelched his reaction. Snape rose and walked over
to where Harry was standing. Harry had seen the look on Snape’s face and was
amused by it. He was more amused by what he figured was going to happen when he
dropped the next bombshell. The only people who knew what was going to happy
were Ginny and Hermione and no one was going to get the information from
them.

Harry made sure that all of their words were going to be broadcast
across the hall before he turned and addressed Professor Snape “Professor
Snape: would you say that there is any love lost between us?”

Snape had gone from looking petulant to totally sour “No.”

“Well, perhaps I can do something about that. Professor Snape, would
you be surprised that I asked the Goblins to look into your actions during the Anoplura
Pandemic?”

Snape did a double-take and stared coldly at Harry. “I see that you
remember it, Professor.”

“Well, that’s good, because they did too. They remembered it because
you save entire Goblin communities as well as thousands of witches and wizards
from horrible death because of your singular, selfless devotion to finding a
cure with your potions work.”

Now Snape was open-mouthed. No one was supposed to have known about
that, Snape thought. Unlike Harry, Snape never sought fame, though he
secretly wished he could have been recognized for his work with potions. He really
was very proud of how good he was with them.

“Professor, I owe you a public apology. Two,
actually. The first apology is for tuning you into a cockroach, twice.

A wave of laughter spread across the hall; especially among Hogwarts
students. Snape had not exactly endeared himself to the student body of late
and they felt some relief that he had received a comeuppance of sorts.

“I am sorry for that, Professor. You didn’t deserve it and I was a
petulant child when I did it. I ask for your forgiveness.”

Snape would not forgive him for that, at least not now. Harry had the
advantage of him at the moment and he was not going to make a scene.

“The second apology is for not working harder in your classes. I was so
angry at your for my first five years here at Hogwarts that I let it blind me
early on. I should have cleared the air early on with you.”

Harry continued. The hall was very quiet. No one knew what was coming,
not even Dumbledore, though he had some idea, based on the twinkle in Minister Bones’ eyes.

“That is water under the bridge though. I know that I was not the
student I should have been, as my wife Hermione has reminded me a number of
times.

Now, Professor Snape, I have a surprise for you. I sent the memories
taken from the Goblins and the survivors of the Anoplura Pandemic to the
Standing Review committee of the Ministry for Magic. They have made a
recommendation to the Minister for Magic and the Minister has agreed. It is now
my pleasure to have Amelia Bones, the Deputy Minister for Magic read the
Proclamation”

Amelia Bones stepped forward.
“Thank you, Lord Potter.”

She read from the scroll which she held in her hands:

“Ladies and
Gentlemen, It is proclaimed that Johan Severus Snape, because of his heroic
actions and selfless devotion to the craft of potion making, in the matter of
the Anoplura Pandemic, is hereby
awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class.

Severus Snape is only the one hundred and tenth winner of the Order of
Merlin, First Class. It is with pride that Ministry
for Magic for Great Britain and the United Kingdom awards to Professor Severus
Snape this recognition of his great service.

Johan Severus Snape, will you step forward?”

Severus was astonished. He didn’t know what to say and he was too
shocked to see the smiles on the faces of the other teachers and on the faces
of Harry, Hermione, and Ginny Potter.

Professor Snape knelt before the Deputy Minister and looked up as she
took the gold, pentagonal-shaped medallion which dangled at the end of a gold
and green ribbon and placed it around his neck, so that the medallion lay
comfortably upon Snape’s chest.

“Rise, Johan Severus Snape; one hundred and tenth
winner of the Order of Merlin. May Merlin
always guide your way. Congratulations.”

There was a massive round of applause as he turned to the crowd. The
Potters were out in front, applauding as hard as anyone else.

When the applause had died down, Harry came forward and stood next to
the Professor. “Ladies and Gentlemen, there is one more thing. The Professor is
a gifted researcher, but he has not had the resources to do the kind of work
that would truly show off his skills and allow him to pursue his passions.

Ronald Billius Weasley, would you come forward?”

It took a moment for Ron to get up from his seat and come to the front
of the hall, to stand next to Harry.

“I have asked Ron to come forward because he heads Phoenix Industries.
Now, on behalf of House Potter and in conjunction with Phoenix Industries, it
is our intention to create a separate facility, to be located a place of the
Professors’ choosing, to be funded in the amount of
one million galleons. We hope that the Professor will have the time, with this
new facility and funding, to publish his findings and help those who have
already benefited from his work.”

Harry turned to face the professor and said quietly. “I’m sorry for
what’s happened between us, Professor. I hope that this will help you see that
I am sorry for what I’ve done and that I’m trying to make amends.”

Snape was inscrutable. He contorted his face and then said to his young
adversary “Thank you. I didn’t expect this.”

“You deserved it, Professor. You saved a lot of lives.”

Snape walked back to the Teachers’ table and sat down, as Harry bounced
back to where he had been standing previously and continued his speech to the
assembled crowd.

“Alright – so we’ve gotten through the to-do list for the next several
days. I am confident that we are going to have a great deal of fun these next
couple of days and that it will be a good break for everyone.

However, on Monday it’s back to business. That’s what I really wanted
to talk about tonight. As all of you know, we are preparing for war. I am confident that we are going to win, but
I want all of you to know that this is not a game. Tom Riddle, aka ‘he-who-must-not-be-named’
is trying to kill all of us. There is
something that I discovered just recently that shook me to my core. I learned
that the entirety of the magical community in Western Europe numbers
less than three-quarters of a million. We are, I guess by necessity, a
low-density population. It also means that we truly are in a civil war. Tom
means to take over the governance of the magical community and maybe the muggle
world as well. I’m guessing that even if we fail to stop him, he will not
succeed. I hate to say it, but for all of our magical abilities, the Muggle
world has created terrible, ghastly weapons that we cannot and will never be
able to match. Eventually, Tom and his followers would be defeated, even if it
meant the total destruction of entire cities in order to beat him. I’m thinking
that the muggle world would make that sacrifice, if that’s what it took.

WE CANNOT let it come to that. We have to take care of our own
problems. That means we have to work together, all of us, to destroy Tom and to
bury, once and for all time, the absurd idea that somehow there is a quality
difference between those who are ‘pure-blood’, whatever that means, and
‘half-blood’.

To this end, we, that is to say the professors, students, and I, have
all been training to fight. I have bought dragon-hide armor for all of them and
for as many of you as I can. If there is a delay in getting it to you, it might be because we’re running short of
dragons or something, though the Headmaster assures me that there is no chance
that there is a shortage of dragons anytime in the near future, given how fast
they breed.”

There was a smattering of laughter in the magical parts of the audience
at this statement.

“Anyway – We can’t rely on just defensive equipment thought, so I have
set up a company to produce magical armaments that will be used against Tom’s
forces when the time comes. The irony here is that most of the things I’ve
created are based on Muggle weapons. I don’t think Tom really understands the Muggle
world or Muggle weapons and it will be a less-than-happy set of surprises for
him. That’s the good part.

The bad part is that we –the students and teachers – have been training
to use these weapons and we’ve been studying Muggle military tactics – to see
what we could learn that would give us organizational advantages over Tom’s
forces. We fully expect that within the next two to four months, there’s going
to be at least one major engagement against his forces. That’s the bad part.

I know that some of this is a shock to some of you parents. I’m sorry
for that. If there were any other way, I would choose it, but there isn’t.

I am going to do something tonight that my wives and the professors
don’t know about. It is my intention to create, as soon as it is practicable,
an adult education program - a series of refresher courses – that will be open
to former Hogwarts graduates – so that you can come back and get re-acquainted
with some of the things that perhaps you didn’t study quite as diligently as
you should have when you were in school – or perhaps were just curious about
and never got around to taking.

The NEWT courses will be opened in the spring semester to those adults
who have passed qualifying exams during the winter break. It is my intention to
see that those courses are offered so that those of you who believe that you
are on the edge of the next great adventure in your life can get the piece of
paper that will help you land that next job or start a new venture.

Lastly, I am here to tell you parents that all of your children, from
fourth year and up, will be studying to become animagi this year. That
coursework will start after mid-semester exams in two weeks’ time. It is my
belief that everyone should be able to have the option to have an alternative
form. Not only is it the right thing to do, but it is a further expression of
our magical natures that we ought not bypass. I know
that the Ministry for Magic expressly forbids witches and wizards from being
unregistered animagi, but it is my conviction, both as a student and as clan
lord for the Black and Potter clans, that so long as this is the place that you
call home, what you turn into is your business alone and not the Ministry’s.

The animagus transformation can take upwards of three years to accomplish,
but we feel that with directed study and attention to the effort every day,
that it can be done in less than a year. It is my sincere hope that when we
congregate here next fall, I will be talking not to people, but a zoo. I think
it would at least be more fun!”

There were good-natured boos at this and jeers from the assembled
crowd. At least one tomato was hurled Harry’s way.

“Now that you’ve heard an earful from me, I want to do one last thing.
How many of you have enjoyed your dinner tonight? Raise your hand.”

Harry looked up and down the extra-long tables that stretched to the
back of the hall. There was not a single person who has his or her hand down.

“Good. Very good. I’m glad that you’ve all
enjoyed it. Now I want you to meet and recognize the people who make all of the
food preparation and presentation here possible. Dobby?
Will you call all of your brothers and sisters up please?”

Dobby the Elf disappeared for a moment and then suddenly there were
house elves standing in the aisles between every
table. There were hundreds of them. So many so that Harry had to create a
platform for a bunch of them, just so they could be seen.

“Ladies and gentlemen - and I’m speaking now mostly to the Muggles in
our midst. I want you all to give your attention to our Elvin friends. They are
the principal reason that Hogwarts and by extension, Potter Castle, functions
as well as they do. They work day in and day out for their entire lives. Many
of them have never, ever had a day off in their lives. My wives are working
quietly to make sure that some day Elves will be recognized as full magical
citizens within the wizarding world. They deserve it. Their race is TEN
THOUSAND years older than ours. To put that in perspective, they were fully
sentient, had their own written language, legal system, etc. and were using
magic when our ancestors were still hunting using stone tools, just after the
last ice age.”

Harry looked at his magical friend, who was standing on the impromptu
stage. “Dobby! Would you come here for a moment,
please?”

“Dobby here is teaching me Elvish magic. I asked him to do so many
months ago and I’ve been amazed at what he knows, and what he can do. Dobby has
graciously offered to teach any others who are willing to learn from him as
well. I hope that some or all of you take him or any of his brothers and
sisters up on that offer. It is very, very much worth learning.”

Harry touched Dobby’s head gently, to say thank you. Dobby knew what
his friend meant and was content with it.

“I want you all now to stand and give a loud round of applause for the
Elves. They deserve your respect and your deepest appreciation for what they do
every day.”

Harry got what he wanted. The entire assembled throng stood and there
was an ovation for the elves that did Harry’s heart – and Hermione’s heart,
which was near to bursting with pride and love for her husband, good to see.

When the ovation had stopped, Harry said “Thank you. I believe that the
Elves who’ve worked their entire lives for Hogwarts deserved your attention and
applause and I thank you for recognizing them so well. It is time for me to
conclude my remarks. However, I do not want to go without saying thank you to
all of you. This year could have been a terrible one for all of us. By coming
together, we’ve prevented Tom and his nibblers from having targets to go after
and diminishing our strength bit by bit. We’ve learned from each other and
built a community that would never have existed otherwise.

There are going to be some dark days ahead yet, but if we stay together
and continue to believe in each other, we can beat him. And when we do finally
beat him and his body is in tattered pieces, we will have a celebration to end
all celebrations.

Until then, though, constant vigilance!, as Professor Moody says. Now I’m
done. Just two final directives: Enjoy the deserts and then students; it’s off
to your houses. For the fourth and fifth years, go find someone to snog tonight
for a little while. God knows, you need it. For the sixth and seventh year students
– go and find your partners and take them to bed. We all need to have someone
to love tonight. Good night, all of you. May Merlin protect us all”

With that, Harry hopped down from the table where he had been standing
and muttered ‘quietus’.

As he walked back to his place at the head table, Hermione was first in
his mind “You were wonderful, Harry. The applause for the
elves? That was brilliant and wonderful. Thank you!! I love you for
that. Well, that and about a billion other things that you do!”

“I love you too, Hermione. And I didn’t do it for you, I did it for
Dobby, Winky, Pisky, and Pasky and all of the others who have been so good to
us and taken such good care of our girls. I wanted them to know that we aren’t
the only ones who appreciate them.”

Ginny looked up at him with her green eyes glowing with love for him “You
were magnificent, Harry. Did you really mean all those things that you said
about the spring semester and everything? I bet Mom would love to come back and
qualify for another NEWT. I bet she could get one in Herbology. I think I could
talk my father into coming back to school to get one in muggle studies, too.”

When Harry sat down and dug into his food, Hermione put a hand on his
leg, perilously close to his crotch. “Did you mean the stuff about seventh
years taking their lovers to bed?”

“Yes! And yes, I had the two of you in mind when I said it. It’s been a
very long two weeks. I want to pop in and check on the girls; help get them fed
and changed and then take the two of you to our bed and ravish you both.”

“Oh goodie! I had particularly friendly thoughts about you, too,
this afternoon, when I was nursing. I told Ginny and she damn near made me cum,
just by telling me her most recent fantasy. I had to change my knickers, I was
so wet.”

“Damn, Hermione. I was hoping you were still wearing those silky white
ones from this morning.”

“I’m wearing the pink ones instead, Harry. Ginny, however, isn’t
wearing any under her skirt…and she just groomed this afternoon, so she’s really
silky smooth right now. I bet she would love our touch…wanna
split her and make a wish?”

Harry’s mind went into overdrive as he sat eating. It was becoming more
difficult by the moment to concentrate on his food, as Hermione’s hand caressed
the length of his erection through his slacks. Ginny bunched up really close to
him on his other side and when no one was looking, dipped her hand between her
legs, to gather some of the moisture that had seeped out on her finger tips,
and then brought them to Harry’s lips, so that he could taste her. The smell
and taste of her essence threatened to undo Harry’s considerable mental
controls.

“If you two don’t stop, I’m going to cum right here and I’m willing
to bet that if my magic gets away from me, people will notice and we’ll have to
answer questions that would be very, very embarrassing for the three of us.”

“Well, finish dinner quickly and take us home. We’re horny too and we
want our husband all to ourselves tonight. No more teaching, no more hosting or
meetings. Just the three of us.”

Harry took about three more bites of each of the things on his plate
and then set it aside; stood up, made his farewells to the teachers and
students around them; took his wives by their hands and activated their private
port keys.

It promised to be a very, very good night.

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Monday morning, November First.   8:50 AM.

            “You look fine, Harry. Stop pacing. The members of the
Wizengamot are not going to spend any time at all examining the tailoring of
your House dress robes unless you somehow call attention to it. Now stop
already.”

“Ok, Ginny. Remember, I’m all new at this.”

Harry had been pacing back and forth over the same bit of carpeting for
over a half an hour and Ginny and Hermione were both afraid he was seriously
going to wear down the carpet.

The Headmaster was already in with the other Wizengamot members,
presumably talking to them in advance of Harry’s arrival. Harry had not told
the Headmaster, but he had brought what Ginny was calling his private
bodyguards. That meant Ron, Luna, Neville, Padma, Parvati, Lavender, Ginny, and
Hermione. They were all in their House formal robes, but each was wearing his
or her dragon-skin armor underneath. In addition, each had brought an extra
wand and several throwing knives. Ron had discovered; much to his chagrin, that
one of his special powers was unerring aim. His knives always found their
targets. He was even better at throwing them than Ginny, and she was thought to
have the best aim of any chaser in the last one hundred years. It also didn’t
matter what Ron was throwing. Knives, stones, pieces of food – they all found
their mark. More than once, Ron had pegged Harry between the eyes with a
well-thrown pea during dinner. One Friday night, at the end of September, after
Ron had nailed Harry for the third time, Harry had gleefully taken it as a Casus
belli for a very enjoyable, full-blown food fight. It had been most
undignified as Hermione and Ginny later told him, which meant that it still
being talked about by all the students who were there as one of the best
diversions that had ever had as a group.

Just as Harry was reviewing his testimony in his mind, the door from
the anteroom into the main chamber opened and Albus Dumbledore walked in. He
was dressed in the house formal robes of House Gryffindor, which meant that on
the back of black robes was a Gryffindor Lion and on each cuff were the
intricate patters that designated him as Head of House and Clan leader. Harry’s robes were similar, but on his back
was the image of a massive, antlered stag.

Ginny and Hermione wore the robes which designated them as Mistresses
of House Potter, though if they had wanted, they could have worn the sigil of
House Black as well, since Harry was Head of House and Clan leader of House
Black as well. He also was Head of House for Houses Seldon
and Warren as well as House Draven. That gave him five votes on the Wizengamot
that he knew of. He expected that there were probably others, but he had not had
a chance to get into that with the Goblins. He intended, however, to make sure
that he had every advantage possible and political power was not bad power to
have, if it were used properly.

Neville was wearing his House formal robes, which
marked him as Head of House-designate for House Longbottom. He would become the
official Head of House when his grandmother died. Ginny had pulled him aside
one afternoon, early in the school year, for an extended conversation about an
idea she had had regarding Neville’s parents and a possible cure for them. She
was very excited and it had been infectious. Harry didn’t dare get Neville’s
hopes up, but internally, Harry wanted to bust a gut, he was so happy about
what might be possible.

Padma and Lavender were wearing the robes of
mistresses-designate for House Longbottom, as Neville had already given them
his heart and soul. With Harry’s help, he had performed the Credo pectus oris and given to both girls the one gift that he could
give with money or anything – and the one gift that meant more to Padma and
Lavender than all the gold in the world.

It was an impressive group, even without the magic
that they brought with them.

“Are you ready, Harry? The Members of the Wizengamot
have allotted twenty minutes to hear your appeal. They have set aside an
additional twenty minutes for questions. If they feel that they need more,
members will be allowed to ask for more time, in increments of five minutes.

I caution you to keep your anger in check. Some of the
members will try to bait you because you are so young. Don’t let them. Show
that them that you are calm and collected and can lead the effort against Tom.
You have my support, in full measure. Be confident, Harry. You have already
bloodied Tom more often than anyone could have ever imagined and you’ve become
an enormously powerful wizard. Don’t be afraid.”

Harry looked at his Headmaster and put a hand on his
shoulder, in a way that he would have been afraid to do when the school year
began. “Professor? Thank you.”

Harry didn’t need to say more. He knew that Dumbledore
was fully in his corner now and that the two of them were a team. Perhaps not more powerful than Harry, Ginny, and Hermione, but
powerful none-the-less. Harry wondered idly, how powerful the four of
them would be together if they shared magic. Could Tom stand against that?
Unlikely, he thought. Nothing he could imagine could stand against that. Not
even all the fires of hell….

“Ready, Harry? Let us proceed then.”

Harry took Ginny and Hermione by the hand and walked
down the hall to the main audience floor of the Wizengamot.

At the doorway, a herald formally introduced Albus
Dumbledore, the chief wizard of the Wizengamot. He strode from the doorway to
the center of the room and then formally walked up the six center steps to his
chair.

Harry, Hermione, Ginny walked to the doorway and
waited until they were called.

The herald of the Wizengamot unfurled the short
parchment he was holding and read from it in a loud, measured tone “Wizards and
Witches, Lords and Ladies of the Wizengamot. Harken to my voice. Introducing, for the first
time, Harry James Potter, Head of House and Clan Lord for the Houses of Potter,
Black, Seldon, Warren and Draven.”

Harry walked five paces forward and looked up at the
Ninety assembled Clan Lords.

The herald continued “Introducing Clan Mistresses
Hermione Jane Potter and Ginevra Molly Potter.”

Hermione and Ginny held hands and walked forward to
where Harry was standing. Harry took their proffered hands and the three of them
stood in the silence, waiting to be addressed by Dumbledore.

After an appropriate pause, Dumbledore looked down at
Harry. “Harry James Potter, for what reason have you
asked for this Nine thousand and third meeting plenipotentiary of the
Wizengamot of Great Britain and the United Kingdom?”

“Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore! I have asked
for the is extraordinary meeting of the Wizengamot in order to bring to the
attention of my esteemed brethren and sisters the pressing need to join forces
against Tom Marvolo Riddle, the one who calls himself ‘Lord Voldemort’.”

There was a collective gasp as Harry uttered the name
of ‘He-who-must-not-be-Named’.

“I take it from your collective reaction that many of
you are still afraid of Tom. I understand that fear. I’ve faced him five times
and it is indeed scary. He’s unrepentant and evil. But he’s just a man. All of
you should know, if you don’t right now, that he’s a
‘half-blood’, just like me. Ultimately, Tom is nothing but a racist and a
murderer who wants power and control.”

Ginny intruded in his mind as he was speaking “Watch
Theodore Knot, two people to the left and one back of Dumbledore. He’s
furious.”

“I know. He’s a death eater. I’d love to call him out,
but that’s not what we’re here for. Remember what Dumbledore said…’control’! “

“I am here today not to talk about what motivates Tom,
but rather the fact that he has tried to kill, or rather, his
followers have tried to kill many of you. They’ve not succeeded, thank
Merlin, but they’ve tried and we can’t tolerate that.”

“I am here, with my wives, to ask all of you to
consider what you would give to have this threat to our society’s stability
removed once and for all. I am willing to bet that most all of you know that
peace – real peace – is far, far better for business than war ever has been.
Further, I’m also willing to believe that most all of you don’t consider a
self-styled ‘lord’ who is nothing but a narcissistic, self-aggrandizing
murderer to be a valid contender for the position of Minister for Magic. We – the heads of houses and no others - are
empowered to choose our leadership. I am asking you all to think about what
that means to each of you and to your families.”

Harry paced for a moment and then looked up at
Dumbledore. The Headmaster nodded encouragingly and Harry continued. “This is
my first time addressing the most important body in the wizarding world. I want
to thank all of you for the chance to come and press my case. I believe we must
bind ourselves together as one unit and have one voice and one fist in
dealing with Tom. If we try to fend of his minions, one house at a time, he’s
going to win. Tom likes to overwhelm his enemies and crush them, a few at a
time. He can’t do that if we unite. He has less than 600 hard-core followers. They
can be destroyed if we work together. One thing that is absolutely true about
them is that individually, death eaters are cowards. They’d rather shoot from
the shadows and then run away. Not a single one of them has the stomach for a
straight-up fight.”

“Harry! Duck!”

Harry heard the warning and saw the arm shoot out
almost before he could react. Fortunately, his training kicked in and he had
composed a powerful shield around himself and his wives. Harry heard Theodore Knot yell “Sectum Sempra!” and felt the terrible curse
slam his shields backwards.

The next moment, Theodore Knot was lying, sprawled
over his chair, with the major part of his head missing. He had, in his anger,
tried to destroy Harry when he should have gone after Dumbledore. Harry counted
himself fortunate that Knot had been fundamentally stupid and short-sighted and
underestimated the Headmaster’s protectiveness towards Harry.

Harry pointed his wand up towards Knots’ body and
transfigured it into an ossuary and then performed a summoning spell, which
brought the bone box to him.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for your patience. I
apologize for the interruption. Mr. Knot, here, was a death eater whom we had
long suspected of a number of gruesome crimes, including assisting in the
torture of Frank and Alice Longbottom. He is one that we were attempting to
find a way to get him to reveal himself. While I would not have chosen today to
do that, I am delighted that he did not have any self-control and let his anger
get the better of him. Thank you, Chief Warlock Dumbledore for rising to my
defense. House Potter owes its loyalty to you for saving my life.”

The Headmaster waved a hand, as if to dismiss the
pledge of loyalty. Harry knew what he meant by the gesture and appreciated the
way that he handled it. It freed him up to do what he had to do.

Harry resumed his address to the group
“Now that the disagreeable Clan
Leader has left our presence, I am asking you to consider the legislation that
I have had drawn up.”

Hermione waved a hand and copies of the document
floated down to each member of the Wizengamot.

“This legislation itself is simple. It directs the
Minister for Magic to begin preparations for war and to make use of any and all
help that is offered. In section two of the proposed legislation, there is a
provision for the recruiting of non-human sentient creatures. I have asked
Griphook, the head of Gringotts Wizarding Bank, if he would consider an open
alliance against Tom and his has indicated that for certain considerations,
including the lifting of the ban on use of wands by non-human magical
creatures; he is willing to take an active part in this war. The same goes for
the Elvish Council. They are willing to throw in with us in exchange for a
permanent change in status for all house elves and lifting of the ban on wand
use. The Centaurs have been approached and they seek land conveyances which
would expand the area that they now control in exchange for their open
assistance in this war. As Clan Leader for Clan Potter and as a major
land-holder who would be affected by such conveyances, I am FOR this part of
the legislation and will willingly give up the areas that are requested.

The last section of the legislation, Ladies and
Gentlemen, deals with magical-muggle cooperation in this war. There have always
been Muggles who know our secret and there are others who would believe and who
would help us if given the chance. I say that we are overlooking the best and
most obvious source of help!

Even now, I am seeking ways to obtain certain muggle
armaments of which Tom is totally ignorant. I won’t discuss them here, as I
believe these walls may have ears. However, I wish not to be acting against the
deliberate edicts of the Ministry if I can help it. Of course, in the end, I
will do what I believe will best protect the students of Hogwarts, their
parents, and all others who would live, fight, and maybe die with us.”

A voice rang out from the upper-most box “I hear that
you are harboring muggle parents at your Castle. Is that true? If it is true,
how is it working out?”

Ginny, Hermione, and Harry looked up. The questioner
was Amelia Bones. She smiled down at him as he caught her gaze.

“Be careful what you say Harry or how much you tell
them about our situation. I don’t know what Susan has said to her, but I assume
that if Susan has said anything, she’s been very, very circumspect.”

“Ginny, thank you. I figured as much, but I’m glad that you
said something. I love you, you know.”

“Hmmmm. I love you too, Harry. You’re doing a
great job so far. Let’s end it on a good note and get out of here.”

“Madame Bones, thank you for your question. I can tell
you that we have had certain response to our overtures to the muggle parents of
Hogwarts students. I can tell you that with one exception, we’ve had great
results. You’ll recall that I was raised as a muggle and so was my wife,
Hermione.

I would also say that having a muggle perspective on
magic can be enormously helpful at times. Muggles simply view the world totally
differently. What they conceive of as impossible are everyday occurrences in
the wizarding world and things that we find impossible, Muggles simply shrug
their shoulders at and say ‘been there, done that’. Were you aware, Madame Bones,
that the Muggles have sent men to the Moon? And are planning a trip to
Mars? Were you aware that the currently have people living in space in a
container not much larger than Hagrid’s hut?

There are other things that they can do that we find
amazing as well. Muggles have a weapon, called a hydrogen bomb, which could
completely destroy the city of London and kill every single person in the
city all at once? They do. Not only
do they have one such device, but the Americans have tens of thousands of such
devices. Tom, for all his murderous madness, could never contemplate death on that
scale. The Muggles can. And they do.

That is why we must learn as much as we can from them.
The muggle parents, including my wife Hermione’s parents, have taught me a great deal these last several
months. That is why I am suggesting that the Ministry appoint the appropriate
people to the position of Chief Muggle Liaison Officer. The position would be
intended to facilitate the orderly study and assimilation of Muggle
technologies, where appropriate, into the wizarding world and the introduction
of certain Muggles into our world, to help us – at least during this crisis –
understand muggle thinking. I have two candidates in mind, but that is
something for me to discuss with the Minster himself at his discretion.”

Harry looked up and down the rows to try to catch
peoples’ eyes and find out if there were going to be any further questions.
Satisfied that there would be no further questions, Harry called for a vote.
“Ladies and Gentlemen of the Wizengamot, I am calling for discussion on the
matter proposed, with a vote not later than Tuesday next – the Eighth of
November. All in favor?”

There was a loud chorus of ‘aye’. “All opposed?” There
were one or two nays, but nothing like the majority vote for consideration that
his proposal had received. All in all,
it had been a great morning.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for your time. I’m
glad to have had the time to be her to talk to all of you. If you need to
discuss this further with me, I am at your disposal.”

With that, Ginny, Hermione, and Harry left the Chamber
floor, with the ossuary floating in front of them.

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November First – 3 PM – Gryffindor Common
Room – Hogwarts

“What are you going to do with the Ossuary, Harry?”

Harry was looking pensive. He looked up at Ron, who
was sitting in the chair opposite to him in the Gryffindor common room, and
shook his head. “Come again?”

Ron looked annoyed at him. “Mate, where is your head
right now? I asked you twice what you’re going to do with the Ossuary.”

Harry grinned. “Oh, sorry Ron.
I’ve been thinking about that. I’m going to send it to Borgin and Burkes. They’ll know how to get it to Tom. I’m going to fill
it with live grenades – ones that have had the pins pulled, so that they’re all
wedged in nice and tight. The moment the box is opened – BOOM. They’ll go off.
Since they’re not magical, it will be much harder for Tom to figure out that
it’s a trap. He’ll be the only one who can get it open, since I’ll seal it
using Parseltongue.”

“Wicked, Harry! That’s great. Can I help set the trap?”

“No, Ron. Sorry. Actually, I have to work with Hermione’s father,
Matthew, because he’s former British SAS – the muggle version of the Ministry’s
hit wizards, only a lot meaner.”

“Meaner than hit wizards? No one’s meaner than them.”

“Ron, trust me. The SAS are. They are muggles who kill with their bare
hands if they have to, or with a knife, or pretty much anything else that is
handy. They are most assuredly meaner.”

“Can I watch?”

“Oh yes. I want you and your team to start practicing with the magical
grenades that Phoenix Industries is producing. Weren’t you the one who told me
the other day over lunch that the first shipment is coming in at the end of the
week?”

Ron was aghast. He was supposed to be running Phoenix Industries, after
all, and he had forgotten that detail.

“Forget about it, Ron. I only remembered myself because I was thinking
about muggle grenades and it occurred to me that we’d have the magical ones to
train with soon.”

“I don’t know how you keep everything straight, Harry. I’m completely,
totally swamped right now. Between my studies, our training, Phoenix
Industries, and Luna…I’m going crazy trying to make sure that I don’t forget
anything important.”

“Ron – if something is important – WRITE IT
DOWN. I thought that Hermione had taught you that years
ago. If it’s important, you have to, have to…have to
write it down. Preferably in an organized fashion and in
order. It’s the only way that I keep everything straight and Ginny and
Hermione will tell you that to this day, I still forget stuff.”

“Ron, tomorrow we’ll fill the ossuary and send it on its way. For
tonight, I want you to get your studies done, get something to eat, go for an
extended walk with Luna, and then come back to the Castle. I’m increasingly
nervous about anyone staying here at Hogwarts at night.”

“Ok, Harry.
I’ll be about another half hour. If you don’t see me by 3:45, send someone to
find me.”

“Ron, I’ll
hold you to it. We can’t afford to loose anyone. Tom knows our plan by now. We
can’t give him a free shot at us.”

“I know mate,
I know.”

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