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Turning Tides	By : Slayer-of-Destiny Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 15372 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Chapter Seven

"She's a slave driver," Neville groaned through panting breaths as he carried on pushing himself.

"You should try…being in one of her…Quidditch training sessions…when Harry lets her loose!" Ron snorted.

"Come on guys, she's glaring," Hermione winced speeding up a little.

"Why do we let Harry…encourage her?" Luna puffed shoving a strand of loose blonde hair behind her ear.

"Point," Ron groaned nodding weakly.

"Come on guys get it moving," Harry laughed as he and Ginny jogged passed them.

"Show offs," Neville shouted after them grinning when the two just waved at him as they carried on.

"We still have the…duelling and weapons part…" Ron groaned before picking up his pace.

"That shield was amazing Hermione!" Harry beamed as he stretched his arms above his head, enjoying the feeling of his muscles unkinking slightly and his shoulders and lower back popping as they made their way down the stairs to the entrance hall.

"It was pretty impressive," Ginny nodded. "How's your head Luna?" she asked concerned glancing to where a heavy glamour covered the slightly deep cut on Luna's forehead.

"Its fine, the potions are kicking in," Luna waved her off. During their training and practice duelling they all took hits, bumps, bruises and cuts, Neville had even managed to knock Harry out when he had got a bit over enthusiastic with a repelling spell, but they all always felt guilty afterwards.

"Are you going to be alright at the meeting?" Hermione asked Harry concerned as his shoulder let out a loud pop when he rolled it.

"I'll be fine, potions have kicked in for me as well," Harry chuckled putting his arm around her shoulder and kissing her temple.

"Wouldn't let Zabini see you doing that Potter, or has he already learnt what a slut you are," The mocking voice had him turning to meet furious blue eyes.

"Was there something you wanted Draco, or where you hoping to get enough information to sell something to Witch Weekly?" Harry asked calmly, amused as a tick appeared in Draco's temple.

"What are you playing at? Are you hoping to get information from Slytherins on the Dark Lord? Did Dumbledore ask you to spread you legs to try and get something on him?" Draco sneered, the group of Slytherins around him snickering amused.

"Its is the only way those chickens could hope to have anything on the Dark Lord," Pansy snickered where she was clinging to Draco's side. Hermione grabbed onto Ron's arm as he started forwards, Luna anchoring herself onto Neville and digging her feet into the floor to stop him. Ginny blinked when an arm wrapped around her waist and stopped her from lunging forwards, looking up she met the whisky eyes of Blaise Zabini who shook his head and nodded to Harry who was still looking calm.

"I don't know what you are used to seeing people doing to get information Draco, but I don't need to resort to spreading my legs. And Mikhail isn't a Death Eater, he has enough respect for himself not to put himself on his knees at the feet of an ugly, psychotic, hypocritical half blood slobbering over its robes, unlike some," Harry snorted.

"How dare you, my father…"

"Did say anything about your father Draco. Are you telling us that he is one of Voldie's Death munchers?" Harry gasped mockingly. When Draco just stood opening and closing his mouth Luna chuckled.

"I don't think that appreciated that nickname Harry," She mock whispered.

"Hmm no I don't think so either…how about…Moldie Shorts?" He said thoughtfully causing Blaise to choke and the Slytherins to look an interesting mix of horrified, angry and offended.

"No, don't think they like that either," Hermione sighed shaking her head.

"He-with-the-cranky-attitude?"

"Nope," Neville shook his head after looking along the row of Slytherins.

"He-who-needs-anger-management?" Harry tried hopefully.

"Not that one," Ron huffed.

"He-who-loves-the-hyphens?"

"Try again," Ginny grinned patting a spluttering Blaise on the back.

"He-who-picked-it-too-much?"

"Nope, ah think its back to the drawing board," Luna sighed mournfully.

"Do…do…do you have any idea who you are talking about?" Pansy shrieked.

"Tall, scaly, red eyes, bad attitude, speaks way too much, likes to go off into monologues, has extreme violent tendencies towards me, bad breath? Yup think we have the same guy, unless you know someone else like that, in which case I can give them the number of a very good plastic surgeon," Harry said seriously before cracking up with the others.

"Potter how dare you I will…" Draco blinked when he found his robes gripped in Harry's hands when he was close enough and tugged into Harry's face, Harry speaking only loud enough so Draco and how own friends could hear, the others of Draco's group looking unsure as to what to do about the manhandling of their leader.

"You will do nothing. You and your precious father would do well to remember that the only thing standing between Lucius and nice dark, bare stone cell in the pits of Azkaban is me! I am not a fifteen year old school boy giving evidence anymore but the Lord of Four houses with my own friends and influence among the Wizengamot, including the Lord overseer Dante Flint. One word from me and Lucius's trial will be rearranged and it won't work to his benefit this time. And then you and your mother will be left to the mercy of your precious Dark Lord, and how much of that do you think he had. As it is he remains free because I think he will be useful in the future, but bear this in mind, if anything, and I mean anything happens to Blaise or Mikhail because of my relationship with him I will stop at nothing to tear your family apart down to the foundations of Malfoy Manor and your deepest vaults in Gringotts!" Harry hissed before releasing Draco so he could stumble back with a gasp, his blue eyes wide as they stared at Harry.

"Come, we will walk you to the gates," Hermione slipped her hand through Harry's and tugged him to the front doors, Ginny leading a completely stunned Blaise with their group.

"Nicely said Harry!" Ron laughed clapping Harry on the back once they were outside.

"Did you get them?" Harry asked with a faint smile as he straightened his ink blue robes with silver threading.

"Yup, picked them out the crowd, mostly Ravenclaws as expected but there are a few Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs in there as well," Hermione nodded slipping Harry a piece of parchment.

"I'll get this to Kingsley, he's going to meet me in the atrium," Harry smiled.

"Wait, that was for a reason?" Blaise finally spluttered.

"Well the calling Voldemort names bit was," Harry nodded.

"We know that there are jr Death Eaters in the school and we needed to figure out who they were, so we decided to insult their Lord in a public place and watch for reactions as to who could definitely be Death Eaters. Fanatics, especially teenage ones, find it hard to cover anger when the subject of their obsession and belief is being insulted, no matter how much training we have. Malfoy just provided us with perfect timing," Hermione explained.

"We had a quick quotes quill charmed so that with the activation word Voldie it would link to our minds while Harry talked, taking down notes of the names that we thought as we observed them," Neville added.

"I've never heard of a quick quotes quill that can do that," Blaise frowned.

"Oh no, I charmed it to do that," Luna smiled from the other end of the group. "Hello," she added wiggling her fingers at the teen and getting a confused wave back.

"Luna is brilliant at charms," Harry smiled proudly wrapping his arm around the girl.

"Oh Harry, you have an escort again," Ron grinned nodding forwards.

"If I didn't know better I would think you had him under a love spell or potion," Blaise chuckled shaking his head as he took in the figure of his father standing at the gates.

"And you know I don't?" Harry blinked.

"He's too strong willed for even the imperious to work on him, and Death Eaters have tried," Blaise snorted. "That was…intense what you said to Draco," Blaise said hesitantly.

"He meant every word," Ginny smiled before Harry could answer.

"Do you really think he would not do all he can to protect you both?" Neville added with a small snort.

"Yes thanks guys," Harry sighed blushing.

"Is everything alright?" Mikhail frowned looking between them all, he had made his way up to meet them seeing the large group.

"Everything's fine," Harry answered quickly.

"Except that Harry just threatened Draco that he would destroy the Malfoy family personally if anything happens to us," Blaise snorted.

"Tattle," Harry huffed stepping forwards and wrapping his arms around Mikhail's waist, burrowing his face into the warmth of his dark fur cloak and Mikhail's scent.

"You did what?" Mikhail choked.

"If there's one thing Malfoy's care about its family and money, I just ensured that Lucius will think twice about what he reports to Voldemort from both himself and Draco about us, and that should there be a threat against either of you he is likely to give warning of it," Harry muttered into Mikhail's chest.

"Harry you shouldn't put yourself in danger like that! Lucius could react differently!" Mikhail argued.

"He won't, we've had enough run in's with Lucius Malfoy over the years to know how his mind works, he's not going to react any other way that how we expect," Hermione shook her head.

"Besides I can't really be in any more danger, but by being connected with me you are," Harry sighed looking up at Mikhail.

"I am more than aware of the danger Harry, just as I am more than able to look after myself and Blaise. I was aware when I started perusing you," Mikhail smiled bending to press his cheek to Harry's.

"Ok then, we'll see you two later, have a good time, enjoy the meeting, no major PDA!" Blaise said firmly catching the look in their eyes before hurrying back to castle.

"We'll speak later!" Ginny grinned waving as she walked backwards.

"Nice to put a face to the name in person," Neville called back.

"It's a very attractive face as well, well done Harry!" Luna put two thumbs up before Ginny spun her around making Harry groan and drop his face back into Mikhail's chest.

"She's had pain potions, she goes a little over share with them," Harry apologised not releasing his grip around Mikhail's waist to the older man's satisfaction, then what Harry said sunk in.

"Why is she on painkillers?" Mikhail frowned.

"Oh we were training this morning and a chip from the wall she conjured clipped her when Ginny reducioed it," Harry shrugged.

"You're going to give me a heart attack before we get anywhere near being bonded Harry!" Mikhail groaned tugging Harry closer.

"How long do you think I am planning on keeping you waiting?" Harry smirked.

"Not too long I hope, I am hoping that we will be announcing our engagement before the end of this year," Mikhail spoke softly into Harry's ear as his fingers gently squeezing the back of Harry's neck.

"The end of this year?" Harry asked slightly breathlessly gripping the back of Mikhail's cloak with one hand.

"As long as you say yes then definitely," Mikhail smiled placing kisses along Harry's cheek.

"I'm not saying no," Harry said gasped before Mikhail's lips swallowed his. Harry gasped at the force of the kiss, it was more hungry and demanding than their first kiss, Mikhail's lips commanding and dominating his own with a passion that made Harry's head swim and his toes curl. Mikhail's hand cupped his jaw when Harry sucked on his tongue and gently nipped the tip before he pulled their lips apart as oxygen became an issue, the fog of their breaths mingling as they stayed pressed together.

"Please do not say things if you don't mean them," Mikhail sighed closing his eyes.

"I'm not saying no," Harry repeated more firmly meeting Mikhail's wide stormy grey eyes.

"So now I just have to survive your family to ask you," Mikhail smiled before kissing him again.

"You'll survive them, I'll make sure of it with that promise," Harry grinned when they parted.

"We need to get going," Mikhail sighed disappointedly.

"Come on," Harry laughed taking the older man's hand and tugging him back towards the gates. Once they were outside Mikhail again wrapped his arms around Harry and aparated them into the hall. Harry quickly disposed of his gloves into his pocket and reached out to claim Mikhail's large warm hand again once he had done the same.

"Harry!" Kingsley called softly, hurrying over only to slow down when he realised who was with Harry. Narrowing his eyes Kingsley looked at their joined hands before looking back at Mikhail with a faint glare.

"Knock it off Kingsley, stop going all big brother on me. Kingsley this is Mikhail, Mikhail Kingsley, play nice!" Harry said firmly and pointedly to Kingsley.

"If you hurt Harry you will wish you didn't live to regret it," Kingsley said lowly meeting Mikhail's eyes.

"Kingsley!"

"I'll accept anything you wish to do to me if I do hurt Harry," Mikhail nodded his head.

"Mikhail!" Harry snapped exasperatedly looking incredulously at the man.

"We're just coming to a friendly understanding Harry. Now do you have the list? I'm not working with Tonks today and I told my partner I needed the toilet fifteen minutes ago," Kingsley said quickly.

"Sure, this was everyone that was in the area at the time," Harry nodded handing over the list.

"This is a lot more than we were expecting, thank you," Kingsley said as he eyed the list. "Ah a few names we were suspicious about ourselves, I'll find someway to raise suspicion on them in the department," Kingsley nodded.

"Sirius and Remus said that they wanted you to stop by for lunch tomorrow, Bill will be back from Egypt Monday," Harry said lowly after checking the area. Seeing Kingsley look wide eyed at Mikhail he waved him off. "Mikhail already knows pretty much everything, and I am taking him to meet them on Thursday,"

"Aren't you the auror in charge of hunting down Sirius Black?" Mikhail asked amused.

"Yes, well, better be getting back, I'll see you later Harry," Kingsley coughed before hurrying off.

"That was a stroke of luck really, Kingsley leads everyone to a song and dance about where Siri is. ¾ of the Black sightings were made up by Kingsley or members of the Order," Harry grinned.

"You Gryffindors are much more sneaky than you like to admit," Mikhail shook his head.

"Which makes us the better at it because we manage to hide it," Harry grinned.

"What are we discussing?" Gregory asked curiously as he fell into step with them as they made their way across the atrium, faintly beaming when he noticed their joined hands.

"That Gyrffindors are much better at being sneaky than Slytherins," Harry shrugged.

"And how exactly did you come to that conclusion Harry?" Dante asked amused stepping up next to Mikhail.

"Because we aren't caught being sneaky unless we want to be, and so not known for it. How is it being sneaky if everyone knows you are sneaky?" Harry raised an eyebrow grinning at the slightly stumped look the three Slytherins were wearing. Stepping forwards he tugged Mikhail with him as the lift doors opened.

"What are you being sneaky about Harry?" Gregory asked curiously.

"Plenty of things," Harry said mysteriously as the doors closed.

"Will we find out about them?" Dante asked, curiosity managing to fight its way through the mask Harry had noticed he wore while at the Ministry.

"Some, maybe all of them. Depends on when things happen and how," Harry shrugged, smiling when Mikhail's hand tightened around his own.

When the doors opened the first thing that Harry was aware of when he stepped out of the lift were a pair of blue eyes that he quickly locked with his own challenging one. Lucius was standing near to the door staring at him with a mixture of confusion, anger and if he wasn't mistaken admiration. News and word apparently travelled fast.

Allowing his magic to flare out slightly he settled his features blankly but allowed his eyes to say everything, to let Lucius know that his words hadn't been the school boy threat of a sixteen year old, but the promise of a Lord whose maturity levels and life experience were above that of a teenagers. Lucius's expression turned thoughtful but he lowered his head a fraction in acceptance of Harry's terms, he knew what Harry expected of him, just as he knew that Harry had him well and truly tangled in his web.

"Well, that was interesting," Marcus's voice broke Harry from his stare off with Lucius and had him turning to realise that Nessa and Amelia had joined their group as well as Marcus, all of them had clearly been watching the exchange.

"We were just reaching an understanding," Harry smiled, allowing the blank mask to drop from his face in the sight of the people he hoped were becoming friends.

"That was an impressive display of your control over your magic Harry," Amelia said thoughtfully eyeing him with a whole new contemplating expression.

"Just making a point," Harry shrugged. He blinked when Mikhail's fingers stroked gently along his jaw line getting his attention. Seeing the worry and slight awe in those dark eyes Harry just smiled nervously.

"You astound me every time a spend more time with you Harry," Mikhail shook his head bending to kiss Harry lightly, assuaging the fears that he had seen in Harry's green eyes. It amazed him that Harry could go from dangerous and powerful in one glance to nervous and unsure with the next.

"I hardly think that is appropriate behaviour for the halls of our government," The disappointed, I know better, tone from behind him had Harry sighing into Mikhail's mouth but he pressed his lips back against the darker man's for one last kiss before turning to meet twinkling blue eyes.

"I believe we are still in the corridors of the Ministry and not actually in the Council room, as such I can not see a reason why I should not be kissing the man who is courting me," Harry said innocently, reaching back down to take Mikhail's hand, aware that people around them had stopped talking to listen. Dante looked as though he was getting two years worth of Christmas and birthday presents rolled into one.

"C…Courting…impossible you are…"

"Legally emancipated, Lord of Four Houses and need no one's permission to chose a mate," Harry smiled darkly. "Unfortunately for you,"

"Unfortunately for me? I…I have no idea what you are talking about my boy," Dumbledore smiled, realising himself that they had an audience.

"Ah, so that isn't your signature in the magical guardian area on that blank courting contract that was found in my paperwork with Gringotts?" Harry tilted his head curiously, watching as a bead of sweat started forming on the wrinkled forehead.

"Harry…my boy…I would never…" Dumbledore laughed, but it was strained to even the furthest away ears.

"I am curious as to who you planned to marry me off to," Harry tapped his chin.

"My money would be on the female Weasley Lord Potter-Black," Lucius's drawl added to the mounting tension in the hallway and causing the on lookers to shuffle forwards eagerly, stately appearances be damned, as Lucius moved to stand beside Harry.

"Hmm, that probably would have been his plan. Shame that the Weasley's know that I am gay, and that they all think of me as either a son or a brother," Harry nodded to Lucius.

"Courting contracts aren't exempt even when you are emancified Harry," Amelia said in a slightly shaky voice causing Mikhail's hand to tighten around Harry's as a flash of triumph flashed through Dumbledore's eyes.

"Forgive me if I am wrong Lord Potter-Black, but after being married to a Black for eighteen years, I believe those cheek bones belong to the Black family, and you did not have them last year," Lucius raised an amused eyebrow as Harry grinned at him.

"Well spotted," Harry chuckled leaning against Mikhail's chest feeling the tension still rolling off of him.

"Blood adoption?" Dante asked slowly.

"My paternal grandmother was a Black, that was all that was needed to ensure a blood adoption, I am 1/3 Black, 1/3 Potter and 1/3 Evans," Harry nodded.

"Blood adoption without filing requests and at least six months worth of paperwork is illegal Harry," Dumbledore pulled his grandfather act out, clearly trying to regain ground and seeing a way to gain control of Harry.

"Actually it is three months in France, we filed the documents with Gringotts, the Goblins were incredibly helpful, sorting out all the documents and potions and then arranging transportation for us," Harry smiled brightly.

"That doesn't clear up the contract though," A man said from the crowd. "Samuel McMillan," the tall blonde man nodded.

"Nice to meet you," Harry smiled pleasantly. "And actually it does. The contract in my files is for Harrison James Potter. I am now legally and recognised as Harrison James Potter-Black. The contract is null and void," Harry smirked seeing the realisation crossing Dumbledore's face.

"You…there is no proof that I organised that contract, I must have been tricked into signing the document thinking it was something else, so many documents come across my desk as Headmaster and Chief Warlock," Dumbledore covered quickly.

"Of course I can't, yet," Harry smiled pleasantly.

"I would refrain from saying anything else Dumbledore, you have said quite enough already," Dante said sharply seeing Dumbledore opening his mouth. The twinkle disappearing from his eyes Dumbledore gave Harry a sharp look before spinning and storming away.

"You are going to have to ensure you stick to all the rules, or do not get caught breaking them, and keep your grades up if you wish to avoid revenge for that scene," Lucius said lowly as they watched Dumbledore's lemon and pink striped robes disappearing into the Halls of Counsel.

"Don't worry I will, thank you for your help," Harry nodded to Lucius.

"The threats are no longer necessary, you are a third way in this war, I will see where you will lead for now," Lucius nodded back before making his way over to a small group who had been eyeing the confrontation shrewdly.

"Wonderful," Harry rolled his eyes.

"That was quite impressive Mr Potter-Black, it is nice to see someone finally putting him in his place," a man standing next to Samuel McMillan smiled warmly. This man had brown hair and a slightly rounded face, his hazel eyes were as warm as his husband's brown ones, though he looked much more inclined to smile going by the laughter lines around his eyes.

"This is my husband, Nathanial Heanly-McMillan, he is a member of the Department for the Welfare of Children. He's been arguing for years that Dumbledore isn't fit to run Hogwarts, especially the treatment of Slytherin house," Samuel explained.

"He was a Slytherin himself and got to experience Dumbledore's idea of fair treatment," Nathanial rolled his eyes.

"He is exceedingly biased against them, he humiliated them in front of the entire school during my First year by awarding points to Gryffindor at the Leaving Feast which took the House cup from them," Harry nodded remembering the looks on the Slytherins faces.

"Exactly, plus he is so busy playing politician while claiming he has no interest in it to concentrate on the school the way it needs," Nathanial shook his head.

"Mr Heanly-McMillan, would I be able to contact you with a few questions to do with the Department for the Welfare of Children, I have some plans in motion but need advise on where I stand in the legal matters," Harry asked clearly stunning the man.

"Of course you may…here this is our address, owl me any time and I will happily answer anything you want," Nathanial quickly wrote on a piece of parchment he stole from Samuel.

"Thank you, this will be very helpful," Harry smiled widely at the man.

"Not at all, " Nathanial waved Harry off.

"We should go in," Mikhail said softly, his eyes questioning Harry when he looked up at him. Shaking his head at the cheeky grin he got Mikhail placed his hand on the base of Harry's back and steered him into the hall.

"Can we expect any more surprises today Mr Potter-Black? I have to admit the last two meetings have been exceptionally interesting with you in them," Samuel smirked as he and Nathanial walked with the group hand in hand.

"Ah that would be giving things away, I may have a few things up my sleeve," Harry grinned caused them all to laugh. "And please call me Harry,"

"If you will call us by our given names as well," Nathanial smiled. "Do you mind if we join you?"

"Of course not," Gregory smiled waving them over to where they normally sat.

"Wonderful, we normally sit by Lady Vance, but the last two meetings she has spent the entire time muttering about how disrespectful you are being and how unthankful you are being by going against Dumbledore," Samuel shook his head in disgust.

"She didn't seem to appreciate it when we pointed out that clearly over half the meeting thought you were right and that the halls of Counsel are not supposed to run on loyalties but on what is genuinely best for the Wizarding populations," Nathanial rolled his eyes as he took a seat next to Harry.

"The light side that follow Dumbledore claim the dark side to be sycophants, but the majority are that themselves," Harry nodded in agreement as he set up his parchment and quill.

"If you carry on Dante is going to have a smirk permanently fixed to his face," Nessa snickered.

"Dumbledore is loosing favour among the grey and neutral families and even some of the light ones that do not follow him blindly. He's actions and attitude towards you being one of them," Marcus added.

"He's too used to power and people doing as he says without really thinking it through, especially Fudge before the last couple of years," Mikhail nodded placing his arm along the back of Harry's chair.

"I think he is soon going to be in for a shock," Samuel mused eyeing the older man in distaste where he was sitting glaring between an unbothered Harry and a smirking Dante.

"He's going to try and blame it on Slytherin influence and make you look like the bad guy though Harry," Marcus said softly.

"Oh, that's been dealt with, Rita is putting out a tasteful article on my claiming my rightful place, how happy I am with Mikhail and how well he is treating me," Harry waved off the concern with a wide smile.

"Why do I have a feeling that you are the reason Ms Skeeter has suddenly been so supportive of the decisions the Wizengamot make, especially bills you vote on?" Amelia said with amusement.

"Because I am," Harry said simply, widening his eyes and looking as innocent as he could manage, causing his group to fall into laughter again.

"Order, calling to order!" Dumbledore snapped glaring at them. Straightening up they met his glare with smiles, Harry slipping his hand to rest on Mikhail's thigh as he flicked his quill into action as the notices started up.

For the first two hours nothing very exciting happened, Harry had gotten to know Nathanial a little better as they spoke in undertones while the group discussed whether or not to prohibit the sales of firewhisky in public areas during the war, Lord Ogden had been the loudest and most annoyed at Dumbledore's suggestion, with a lot of Lords and Ladies right behind him. So Harry had had time to speak to Nathanial, he couldn't drink more than a few glasses of firewhisky without being three sheets to the wind anyway so he would never drink it in a public place, and as it turned out Nathanial had just found out he was a month pregnant, so he wouldn't be drinking anything any time soon.

Nathanial had been in Hufflepuff, like his son, and had met Samuel during their fifth year. Samuel had apparently fallen head over heels for Nathanial and stalked him around the castle until Nathanial believed that he wasn't playing a joke on him and agreed to allow him to court him.

"Slytherins, once they set their eye on a mate that is it, they annoy you until you just give in," Nathanial grinned rolling his eyes making Samuel huff from beside him and glare at his husband only to get a bright smile back.

They had married and had Ernie young, but Nathanial had wanted to work with children so he had gotten into the Department for the Welfare of Children but was ultimately disappointed with how little the Ministry actually did to help children out.

The two men it seemed were very different but they seemed to slot together perfectly, and the love Samuel felt for Nathanial was unquestionable, Harry liked the two a lot and knew he had made the right decision asking for Nathanial's help when he needed it.

When it was finally decided that the prohibitation would not go through, as if there would be any other choice with so many of the people present holding small shares in the production of firewhisky, they had turned their attention back again. Finally they reached the point that one of his sources had alerted him would be coming up and the one he had been waiting for.

"The auror department has put forward a request to be allowed to use deadlier force in the duelling and arresting of Death Eaters during this war time situation," Dumbledore called out.

"I back the aurors request," Harry called out almost straight away, killing the faint buzzing that had been forming as everyone turned to him stunned, including Mikhail.

"Pardon?" Dumbledore choked out.

"I back the aurors request," Harry repeated.

"You are aware of what you are saying my boy?" Dumbledore laughed weakly.

"It Lord Potter-Black, and fine. I back the aurors request to be allowed to use deadlier force in the duelling and arresting of Death Eaters," Harry said sharply.

"How can you condone that? We are no better than them if we agree to this!" A wizard, Lord Sadrine, Harry recognised as one of Dumbledore's friends called out horrified.

"The aurors are not making a request to use the Unforgivables, they are asking to be allowed to fight with something a little stronger and more permanent than a stunning spell which the Death Eaters colleagues can easily lift. How many Death Eaters have actually been arrested in the last six months since the revelation of Voldemort's return? Lets not even consider the shambles of last year. And if you ask the aurors how many could have been captured with a little more force I believe you will find the number significantly different. We are sending our aurors up against wizards and witches who use the Unforgivables without concern, while they are only allowed to use restraining spells at best," Harry responded calmly.

"Its worked for centuries Mr Potter," Lady Vance snapped.

"Lord Potter-Black," Harry sighed exasperatedly causing a flush of embarrassment to spread over her cheeks as the wizengamot chuckled. "And perhaps it is time for a change then. Besides they work in normal circumstance, these are not normal circumstances, we are in a war time situation where the aurors are not facing having to arrest small groups of wizards but a large number of fanatical supporters,"

"Lord Potter-Black is right, our aurors are at an unfair advantage duelling against the Death Eaters because they are prohibited by our laws against using more powerful and lasting spells to protect themselves with. Auror Marks was corned two months ago by two Death Eaters and used a cutting hex to defend himself as they we're shooting killing curses at him, and he was suspended! It ridiculous!" Lady Davies called out. "I second!"

"If we allow them too much leeway then you will have them viciously attacking suspected Death Eaters left and right!" A Lord Harry didn't recognise argued.

"The Aurors have to fill in reports on every situation and explain the use of their spells as well as provide the memory of the incident sealed within the report, if excessive force is suspected to have been used then it will be easy to prove or disprove," Another Lord responded.

"And how much more paperwork, money and time is going to be spent doing that!" Lord Parkinson snorted.

"So you would rather put the lives of our aurors in danger than have to spend a little extra time and money ensuring they are safer and the Death Eaters arrested instead of being able to escape due to unequal duelling conditions?" Harry asked calmly watching the man blanch.

"I third the motion!" Lord Peters called out after a moments thought.

"I fourth," Amelia called a second later.

"Very well it is to the vote. Those against!" Dumbledore called. "For," he scowled at the paper in front of him. "59:41, for the use of deadlier force,"

"You certainly have a way with words Lor…Harry," Samuel said as Harry watched his quill finish taking down the names of those who had been against. When he got back they could separate the names of Dumbledore's followers from the list and have an idea of who were possibly on the Death Eaters side.

"How do you mean?" he asked absently.

"Few have managed to get three successes in a row with their arguments being a large part of the decision," Mikhail explained softly. Turning Harry found his grey eyes curious and proud if he wasn't mistaken.

"I just say what I think," Harry shrugged embarrassed.

"It is the way you say it that makes people listen," Nathanial shrugged. "I could not get them to listen to what I am saying the way you manage, I doubt half of us here could,"

"Diagon Alley has requested a higher number of aurors on patrol in the street after the attacks this month!" Dumbledore called trying to regain order, luckily taking the attention away from himself. Well almost all.

"You know when you blush you make things exceptionally difficult for me," Mikhail breathed into his ear.

"Difficult?" Harry asked feeling his heart picking up speed and his breath suddenly more difficult to catch. Mikhail wreaked havoc with his system!

"All I want to do is kiss you until you are flushed and your lips swollen," Mikhail nodded smirking when Harry gulped.

"That was cruel," Harry huffed feeling his blood heating.

"If I have to suffer through the rest of this meeting wanting you, it was only fair I returned the favour," Mikhail shrugged.

"Its not my fault you have a thing for blushing," Harry huffed.

"Not blushing in general, just you," Mikhail shrugged. For the rest of the 3 hours Harry wasn't sure whether he loved or hated the feeling of Mikhail's thumb running over the band around his wrist as his fingers held Harry's wrist in his lap, the feeling of Mikhail's firm muscles under his hand doing nothing to help his concentration. He was glad he had the quick quotes quill or Hermione would kill him for only paying half attention to the last part of the meeting.
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