Harry thought tonight would be an interesting night for many reasons. The gifts he received at breakfast this morning indicated that Lyra intended to try and buy her way back into his good graces. He decided to give her another opportunity, mostly because she would be desperate. And to be found, Hermione's situation had wound up Harry the other night.
The second he entered the classroom, it had been set up to be like a nice and lavish living room, with a kitchen area set up. And inside, he saw Lyra Malfoy, dressed in a lavish green dress and apron, with her hair pinned back, bent over the stove and she was cooking something.
She resembled a stereotypical fifties housewife and to be fair, that was a fairly progressive view of Muggles for a pureblood witch. Lyra turned towards Harry and flashed him a smile.
"Hello, honey," Lyra said. "Dinner will be ready in a few moments…please take a seat."
Harry walked over and sat down, getting a good view of Lyra's rear in that dress as she bent over. She was polite, which made Harry wonder how long it was going to last.
Hell, he would be even odds on Lyra being a Polyjuiced imposter. Harry wondered if there were any charms to check for people underneath Polyjuice. And any Animagi, that was a serious problem as well.
"Rough day?" Lyra asked him.
And then she was behind him, massaging his shoulders and neck. And doing a fairly good job at it. The fact her ample chest pressed against his back when she did this also helped.
"What happened with…dear Hermione."
Despite the act Lyra was putting on, she could not help and keep the disdain out of her voice regarding Hermione.
"She's off to St. Mungos for treatment," Harry said. "Dumbledore…he tried to leverage her situation to get me to drop the investigation on Snape."
"Mmm, what did you say?" Lyra asked.
"I told him he needed to do what he felt he needed to do and I'll do what I need to do," Harry said. "It's a bluff. He doesn't want certain things to come out in an Expulsion hearing."
"You're right, I don't think he does," Lyra said. "But, he was banking on you being a stupid little pawn and going along with him, to save your friend. I bet he still thinks Granger has you wrapped around her little finger. She made a stupid mistake. One I think that she's going to regret."
Harry just nodded as Lyra moved over to check the dinner again.
"And I think I inspired a mutiny on the Head Boy within Gryffindor," Harry said. "Everyone in Gryffindor voted to kick Grimes after his position."
"Good, that twat is only a Dumbledore puppet," Lyra said. "Oh, and Slytherin did the same. I'm sure Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff had similar votes. Beatrice is well liked, and…Dumbledore miscalculated going against her, I think, and you…because you're Harry Potter."
"Last time I checked," Harry said.
"And Snape is no longer acknowledged as the Head of the Slytherin House," Lyra said.
Harry just blinked as Lyra explained what happened.
"Well, I'm sure I'm going to get blamed for this, somehow," Harry said.
"It's my decision, besides Snape isn't a very effective head of house," Lyra said. "And he's not a good Slytherin because he's not subtle or cunning at all. Quite vocal about his grudge against you and against Gryffindor."
Harry decided not to mention that Lyra was just as vocal against Snape.
"Dinner is served."
Harry was a bit cautious to be honest with you.
"I didn't poison it," Lyra told him. "That would be cutting off my nose to spite my face."
Well, yes, Harry supposed it would be. And he ate it. It was fine, decent. Nothing memorable, but nothing too bad. It was better than that covered dish that Marge brought that one time. The one that Dudley refused to even touch, and Vernon forced Harry to eat to "spare Marge's feelings."
Harry had never been more grateful to be forced to eat mud by Dudley and his gang. At least it got the taste out of his way.
"Made the Muggle way," Lyra said. "I thought you would appreciate it more, sweetheart."
The term of endearment caught off guard.
"Surprised you know how to cook," Harry said.
Lyra went pink around the ears, but held back the usual comment she would make.
"Mother…insisted that I learn," Lyra said. "And I'm glad to cook for you any time…honey."
She looked at him.
"Well, my darling, it wasn't too bad," Harry said. "You could improve, but not bad for a first attempt."
"You…I worked hard on this," Lyra said.
"And it's not bad," Harry said. "A little overseasoned in places."
Lyra just gritted her teeth and nodded.
"Thank you for the feedback, dear," Lyra said. "I will do better in the future."
Harry did finish the meal and it was not too bad. He would give it a solid Exceeds Expectations, but to be fair, he had no expectations that Lyra could cook at all, never mind in the Muggle way.
"Well, your dear wifey just cooked you dinner," Lyra said with a smile. "How about you…we continue our little game?"
"Actually," Harry said. "I got you a present. And I didn't give it to you last night, after what happened."
"Oooh, well, that's…nice of you," Lyra said.
Harry took out the bag and pulled out a rather expensive looking collar, almost a choker really. Lyra looked over it.
"What a thoughtful gift," Lyra said.
"Do you want me to put it on you?"
Lyra nodded, and Harry could see that she was struggling against not doing anything to upset Harry. She was putting more of a fight against her internal nature than she did the Imperius Curse. Harry leaned in and snapped the collar around her neck, making her just shiver.
The thing is, it had no special magical properties to speak of. However, Harry knew Lyra was going to be driven insane trying to figure out.
"Don't remove it," Harry said. "It suits you nicely."
"Yes, dear," Lyra said with a smile. "Now can we continue, please?"
Harry thought it strained Lyra to say those words. She wrapped her arms around Harry's neck and looked him in the eye.
"I'm really s…s….I regret what I said last night."
Lyra leaned in and kissed Harry's lips. The perfume she wore smelled nice and her lips were nice and soft. She brushed against him and teased him.
Harry kept his cool, no matter he wanted to bend her over the nearest surface and fuck her mindless.
"Three days?" Harry asked. "Before you lose that bet?"
"Please, Harry, I need…I can't," Lyra said. "Please."
She dropped to her knees before him, almost begging him. Harry cupped the underside of her chin.
A knock on the door brought them out of the moment.
"We have a guest," Harry said. "It occurred to me earlier that the reason you haven't fought the Imperius Curse properly is I haven't been given you the proper incentive."
And the door opened and Lyra saw Ginny Weasley step inside, dressed in her best robes. And they were currently removed, so Ginny was now dressed in a lacy black bra, a matching thong, stockings, and a garter belt.
"Weasley," Lyra said.
"Malfoy," Ginny said.
"Lyra was grateful enough to make us dinner, the Muggle way," Harry told Ginny.
Ginny moved over and helped herself to some of the food.
"Kind of mediocre, much like Malfoy," Ginny said.
"Weasley, your insults are as cheap as everything else," Lyra said.
And the claws were out.
"Ooh, you're making a comment about our wealth, haven't heard that about a billion times," Ginny said. "At least you're keeping up the time honored Malfoy tradition of kneeling before a half blood."
"And you're keeping up the time honored Weasley tradition of getting your clothes out of a bin," Lyra fired back. "Seriously, Weasley, my perfume costs more than your entire house."
Harry just smiled.
"Well, I think you have a chance to improve Ginny's life," Harry said. "Buy her some nicer clothes, maybe a new Broomstick."
"Oooh, I would love a new Broomstick," Ginny said.
"I'm not going to buy stuff for your concubine," Lyra said.
"Watch your mouth, Malfoy," Ginny said. "I heard you like the taste of soap."
Lyra flinched at the reminder.
"I think Lavender and Parvati have some catalogues," Harry told Ginny. "You can get them and order what you want. And sent the bill to Lyra's trust vault."
"I'm….I'm not going to do that, Potter," Lyra said. "That's my money. I'll spend it on you…but not one of your tarts…."
"Just for that, I think I'm going to need a new bag and maybe some new shoes," Ginny said. "Do you think I'd look good in green? It is my favorite color."
"Lyra, you're going to do whatever Ginny wants," Harry said. "Unless, of course, you can fight the Imperius Curse."
"May I try it, please?" Ginny asked.
"I'm not letting a Weasley put me under the curse," Lyra said.
"Oh, afraid I might have you crawling around the floor like a dog, licking my feet?" Ginny asked.
"I'm not afraid of you," Lyra said.
"Well, then let Ginny do it, then," Harry said. "Unless you think you can't fight her curse."
Ginny just grinned and Lyra just shook her head.
"IMPERIO!"
Ginny put Lyra under the curse.
"On your knees, bitch," Ginny said.
Lyra just struggled when trying to get herself to her knees.
"Absolutely not," Lyra murmured. "I won't kneel before a Weasley."
"Kneel," Ginny said.
"I WON'T!"
And Lyra snapped out of the curse and Ginny had been taken aback by the force she broke the curse.
"I did it," Lyra said. "I broke the curse."
"Congratulations," Harry said. "But you still haven't fought me off when I put you underneath the curse."
"I couldn't hold her," Ginny said.
Lyra beamed, her confidence and perhaps her arrogance another level.
"Put me under the Curse," Lyra said. "I'm ready for anything."
"Imperio."
Harry placed Lyra underneath the Imperius Curse and the familiar glaze washed underneath her eyes.
"Kneel."
And without fighting him at all, Lyra dropped to her knees.
"What was I doing wrong?" Ginny asked.
Harry had no idea.
"Crawl on your hands and knees towards Ginny."
Lyra obliged him and crawled on her hands and knees towards Ginny.
"You're going to buy her all of the clothing she wants," Harry said.
"I…."
Harry nodded and Lyra could not help and deny it.
"Kiss her feet," Harry told her.
And Lyra struggled for a second, but Harry exerted his will. Lyra was on her knees and kissing Ginny's face like she was a servant. She was lower than a Weasley and kissing the lowest point of a Weasley. Lyra closed her eyes.
"The toes…don't forget the toes…suck on the toes."
Ginny closed her eyes and Harry watched as Lyra once again debased herself under his orders.
"Okay, Lyra, you have a choice," Harry said. "You can either eat Ginny out or you can buy her a Firebolt. The choice is yours."
Lyra struggled to say neither, but she could not. And she pulled Ginny's panties to the side and jammed her tongue into her push.
"Damn, I wanted that Firebolt," Ginny breathed. "Not bad…at all…granted…I've had better…really put your tongue into it, Malfoy."
Lyra just wanted to have Ginny begging, writhing for more. She should be honored that a Malfoy did this to her. And Ginny's eyes looked down at Lyra, almost bored with the oral sex she was performing on her.
"Want me to take care of that?" Ginny asked.
And Harry walked over and he took his cock out of his pants. Ginny pushed it deep into her mouth and sucked on his prick while Lyra went down on her. Ginny hummed loudly when that cock went into her mouth.
Lyra's eyes looked greedily at Harry's balls when they swung and struck Ginny on the face.
"Focus."
Harry made sure to direct her into Ginny's snatch while he grabbed Ginny and used her mouth his own personal release. Harry just grabbed the back of her head and thrusted deeper inside of her and slapped down onto her mouth. Harry just groaned.
After an eternity of cock sucking, Harry erupted inside of Ginny's mouth and she swallowed his cum.
Lyra let out another breath.
"I bet you I can make Potter blow sooner than you could," Lyra said.
"Now isn't making bets what got you into this position in the first place?" Ginny asked. "I still want that Firebolt. If you can make Harry explode in your mouth in less than ten minutes, I won't order anything and charge it to you. If you fail, I get everything, including the Firebolt."
"Deal," Lyra said. "As if a Weasley could show me up."
And with that, Lyra decided to dive down and take Harry's cock down into her throat with a little struggle. Harry pushed deeper inside of her mouth and looked down into Lyra's eyes and throat-fucked the hell out of her.
"I'll sweeten the pot," Harry said. "If you can get me to cum in ten minutes, I'll fuck your pussy. And if you don't, I'll tie you up and make you watch me fuck Ginny into a coma."
Lyra leaned in and devoured the cock of the powerful wizard before her. She moved in and inhaled his musk, looking quite addicted to his scent.
"Mmm, Ms. Moneybags doesn't know how to handle a real man's cock, does she?" Ginny jeered.
Lyra just went on through. She leaned in and sucked him, and breathed in. She doubled down and cradled Harry's balls in hier hand and fondled him.
"Halfway there," Harry grunted.
"And halfway to failing."
Lyra doubled down on her sucking, driving his cock down into her mouth. She leaned in and pushed down inside of her. She pulled away and started to undo her dress.
"Mouth only," Harry said. "I can have those any time I want."
And Harry shoved his cock down into Lyra's mouth. Lyra almost gagged all over his cock and pushed deep inside of her, making her drool all over his manhood. Her eyes watered when Harry leaned into her mouth.
The seconds tickled down and Lyra did everything she could. Finally, but maybe a bit too late, Harry busted a nut straight down her throat. Lyra leaned in and thrusted down inside of her.
"Oooh, so close, yet so far," Ginny said. "That was twelve minutes by my watch."
Harry finished and Ginny decided to slip behind Harry and jerk Hary's cock so he would cum all over Lyra's dress. Splatters of cum spilled onto her. Ginny licked her hand.
"Thank you for your generosity, Malfoy," Ginny said. "And I believe…you said something about fucking me into a coma."
The ropes bound Lyra and forced her to watch. Harry pushed Ginny down to the bed and revealed her breasts. They matured quite nicely, as Harry kissed down her body and kept teasing her. The youngest Weasley just moaned as Harry edged down inside of her and teased her.
"Oooh, Daddy, why do you have to give that tart your cock?" Lyra whined.
"Because, you couldn't win a bet, sweetie," Harry said.
"Mmm, Daddy's cock is mine tonight," Ginny said.
Harry slammed deep inside of Ginny. Ginny's pussy clutched him like a Chinese finger trap. Her athletic body writhed underneath Harry. Her breasts were only C-cups, smaller than Lyra's, but still quite nice to hold and to play with. And they fit Ginny's frame perfectly.
Ginny just threw her hips back and let Harry slam deeper inside of her from above. He leaned in and thrusted down inside of her. Her wet pussy gobbled deep inside of her, and thrusted down inside of her. Ginny let out another cry and exploded hard for him.
"Mmm, I need this nice big dick," Ginny said. "Use me as your toy, Daddy."
Every time Ginny referred to Harry as "Daddy", Lyra got more and more annoyed. Harry thrusted deeper and deeper inside of her. He kissed and teased her riling her up.
Orgasms hit Ginny. Lyra just cringed every time she came, realizing that should have been her. And it would be her, she would…she would never get shown up by a Weasley.
Ginny closed her eyes and saw stars. Harry pushed into her and rocked her. She would be waking up in her bed, although not quite certain how she got there.
And she would be walking funny for Breakfast the next couple of days. Harry rammed deeper inside of her and rode the hell out of her until her pussy tightened around him. Ginny just milked him, and rocked but Harry was going to have his fun.
With one more push, Harry rocked into Ginny. And after giving her seven mind-shattering orgasms which left her into a drooling stupor, Harry unleashed his load deep inside of her.
Ginny clung onto him and used her tight little box to milk Harry's cum into her. Her stomach swelled when he pumped so much cum inside of her
"Lyra."
Harry snapped his fingers.
"Clean Ginny up."
The way Lyra scrambled, she would obviously crawl over broken glass to get a taste of Harry's cum.
"And I hope you enjoy your other gift."
Lyra found herself in a maid's outfit, thanks to Harry's switching spell. Hopefully it was not an omen of things to come.
At Breakfast, Harry noticed Beatrice talking to Cho, Angelina, and a Slytherin Prefect, Vanessa Nott, who was Theodore Nott's older sister. Beatrice waved him over when they locked eyes.
Harry, who had been joined by Penelope, walked over.
"We have all of the students we need to get Grimes out as Head Boy," Beatrice said. "He will have to surrender his badge by dinner by the Founders bylaws."
Harry just smiled.
"So, we now have an election to see who replaces him," Vanessa said.
"Well, I'm guessing it would be one of the seventh year prefects," Angelina said.
"Not necessarily," Cho reminded them. "Beatrice is not a prefect and…well the students will vote on who is the most worthy to be Head Boy. It might not even be a seventh year."
"I'm sure whoever wins the election will be the best person for the job," Harry said.
"For his sake, hopefully he doesn't put up a scene," Cho said.
"Well,given he threatened to give everyone in Gryffindor detention for signing the petition, I think he has one final scene," Harry said. "I wonder if Dumbledore will stand up for him or throw him under the bus, because he's no longer of use."
"Well, Fred and George have vowed to make his year miserable if he doesn't gracefully hand over the badge," Angelina said.
"A fate worse than death," Beatrice said. "And I heard a rumor Slytherin will have a new Head of House soon, regardless of whether or not Snape is ousted by this investigation."
"Yes, we disavowed Snape by a majority last night," Vanessa confirmed. "I know he won't be leaving without a fight. But Hogwarts…she always has her way."
Harry just smiled. Again, he was pretty sure he would get blamed for this, somehow.
"She does," Cho agreed. "Sinistra would be your new Head, wouldn't she?"
"A step up, if you ask me," Angelina said.
"She won't let some Slytherins get away with what Snape did," Harry said.
"And to think, Lyra made it happen," Vanessa said.
Angelina looked towards the Teachers table. Harry followed her gaze. Snape was in an even fouler mood than usual and a lot of the teachers looked uneasy.
"Triwizard Tournament has them on edge," Cho said.
"Of course it does," Beatrice said. "Given all that's happened at Hogwarts, and especially what happened at the World Cup last summer, is it really the time for it to happen?"
"Well, it's…it's something, isn't it?" Angelina asked. "I might try entering."
"You and Cedric are adrenaline junkies, he's got it in his head that he's entering too," Beatrice said while rolling her eyes and sighing.
"There's a couple on the Slytherin Quidditch team who might want to enter," Vanessa said.
An owl appeared in front of Snape and dropped a couple of official looking envelopes in front of him. Snape opened it and his expression grew more foul and sour when he opened them.
"So, Andromeda did get them filed," Harry said.
"What was that?" Beatrice asked.
"Just something to further de-fang Snape," Harry said. "Legally, I can't talk about it."
"So, you're all in on this, right?" Beatrice asked. "Because, you heard what happened with Hermione Granger…."
"Dumbledore tried to bluff me, but he doesn't really want to go through an expulsion hearing with her," Harry said. "Because, there's a lot that will come out that he doesn't want to."
"Good," Beatrice said.
Harry noticed Snape standing up and taking a step towards him. However, Dumbledore appeared to say something to him and Snape sat down, like a scolded school boy.
"It's about fucking time," Harry murmured.
"Harry?"
Cho just bit down on her lip and looked at him.
"I overheard Padma and Su talking about how Parvati told her sister about your Patronus spell," Cho said. "I was wondering whether…you would teach me how to do it?"
Harry smiled. Private lessons with Cho Chang? Well this was coming along nicely.
"Of course," Harry said. "Also, I have something to ask you."
Cho's expression piqued with interest.
"Is there a charm which could detect people underneath Polyjuice or Animagi?" Harry asked.
Harry tried the school library, but came up with nothing.
"There's a few, yes," Cho said. "There's books in Rowena's private library. Including those which the Headmaster had banned from the main Hogwarts library. It's a perk of being in Ravenclaw."
"So, I can't enter?" Harry asked.
"Well…exceptions can be made," Cho said. "Your ability to perform a Patronus charm will be enough to see that you're worthy enough. It's a feat of magic which Rowena would approve of."
"I'd like to see that," Vanessa said. "Your Patronus, I mean."
"Is that what they're calling it now?" Beatrice asked Angelina, who snickered. "Oh, and…until Snape's gone, it might not be a good idea to attend his classes. I've written to my sister, and asked her to come here and teach you Potions. She owes me a favor…and well, with who you are, I'm sure she'll jump at the chance to teach you."
"Oh, because I'm the Boy-Who-Lived," Harry said.
"Actually, no, but you are the son of the great Potions Mistress ,Lily Evans, Penny's personal hero," Beatrice said. "Your mother used to babysit us when we were younger. Penny helped her out with her potions…she thought she was a big shot."
Harry smiled.
"Thanks, Bea," Harry told her.
"Harry?" Angelina asked.
"Yes, Angie."
"Care to join me outside for training after class today?" Angelina asked. "I want to see if…well I want help with the thing you're helping Ginny with. So if I do get in the Triwizard, I won't get compromised."
"I'll be happy to help," Harry said.
"Glad to hear it."
Angelina leaned down and kissed Harry on the cheek. Harry smiled. He always found Angelina, Katie, and Alicia to be rather attractive. However, until this year, he had not been bold enough to do anything.
It was a new day.
Transfiguration took place and Harry found the class to be a bit more relaxing, without Hermione setting such a standard and making him a nervous wreck by quickly answering every question in excessive detail. This year, the Gryffindors shared Transfiguration with the Ravenclaws, so Harry was at a table with Parvati, Padma, and Su.
"Cho asked me to teach her the Patronus spell," Harry said.
"Is that what they're calling it now?" Parvati murmured.
"Well, I'm sure she'll have a life changing experience when she sees your Patronus in action," Su said. "Especially the way you move your wand…and how you use it."
"I wouldn't mind…learning the Patronus spell either," Padma said.
"Oh, yes, sis, I knew you wouldn't," Parvati said.
Harry could see Padma was a bit less bold than her sister, although he had a feeling she would be just as frantic as Penelope when Harry got her to come out of her shell. Penelope was currently busy tracking down some students who left Hogwarts, to get their stories about Snape, for Beatrice's investigation.
Today, Harry finished transfiguring his porcupine into a pin cushion.
"Amazing work, Mr Potter," Professor McGonagall said as she made her rounds. "But, let's see if there aren't any traces behind."
She picked up a pin and stabbed it. Nothing.
"Well, you sure showed that pin cushion, Professor," Su said.
"Yes, Ms. Li," McGonagall said. "Twenty points to Gryffindor for astounding work."
Harry helped his partners at the table.
"Visualize and let the magic flow," Harry said.
Su, Padma, and Parvati all did it.
Harry noticed Ron having the most progress, although Neville, Seamus, and Dean were all struggling.
"Guys, just take a deep breath, and relax," Harry told them.
"I think I got it," Ron said. "Oh, damn, it's not supposed to be running away."
Ron's pincushion had legs and ran for the door. Harry summoned it.
"Wait, did you do that without your wand?" Su asked. "Or without saying anything?"
Harry just shrugged and put the pin cushion down on the table and Ron finished with it.
"Neville, it's fine, you'll get it," Harry told him.
"My grandmother was top of her year in Transfiguration, so was my father and…." Neville said.
"Maybe you should focus on what you should be?" Harry asked him. "Just relax…do things at your own pace."
Neville closed his eyes and relaxed. Although he still struggled with his confidence issues.
"I don't know how you or Hermione make stuff look so easy."
Harry just frowned.
"Class is dismissed, your essays will be due on Monday," McGonagall told them. "Mr. Potter…a word if you please."
Harry quickly checked the Marauders Map to make sure neither Dumbledore nor Snape were lurking around. Although Snape would be monumentally stupid to try something after what he was delivered this morning. He put the map away and walked out.
"Remarkable work today, Mr. Potter," McGonagall said. "I am happy to see that you are living up to the potential I always knew you had. Your parents will be proud."
Harry nodded politely.
"Thank you, Professor."
"Now, I've received a report from Oscar Grimes, regarding the fact you were…attempting to cause a stir against him due to the fact he disagreed with the entire investigation regarding Professor Snape," McGonagall said.
"Gryffindor did that on their own, Professor, although I most certainly agreed with it," Harry said. "A Head Boy who doesn't serve the interests of the students is not a very useful Head Boy, is he? And petitions were also cycled within Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and even Slytherin as well, and the majority of those students agreed. I may have suggested that it was an option, when Beatrice informed me of her meeting with Professor Dumbledore. Which was rather low of him, I should note, but not unexpected."
McGonagall sighed obviously.
"Is now the time, Potter?" McGonagall asked. "The Triwizard Tournament approaches and Hogwarts being in a state of disarray does not put us underneath a good light with the International magical community at large."
Harry leaned back in the chair.
"The Wizarding World has a serious problem with kicking the can further down the road and refusing to address problems until it's way too late," Harry said. "The only time is right is now. If Snape hadn't confronted me on that day, I wouldn't have acted. He started it. I simply refused to let him get away with his bullying behavior any longer."
McGonagall just took a drink of her tea and locked eyes from him.
"You knew my parents," Harry said. "Obviously, my father would have agreed with this, but that hatred was not one siding. What would my mother had said?"
"She…wouldn't have liked how Professor Snape treated you," McGonagall admitted. "And I'm certain if she was still alive, Professor Snape would not have….well he would not…."
"He wouldn't dare treat me like this, you mean," Harry said. "Because, he would know there are consequences. And now he understands there's consequences."
"Quite, Mr. Potter," McGonagall said.
"And I'm afraid that we cannot speak about this any further, unless my advocate is present," Harry said. "Also, I will be gone tomorrow morning, attending an appointment at St. Mungos."
"If you're feeling unwell, The Hogwarts hospital wing is always open," McGonagall said.
"Madam Pomfrey could not treat Hermione, therefore, if I have the same problem, she won't be able to treat me," Harry said. "Regarding the time turner…and my usage of it last year."
McGonagall's lips narrowed.
"And when did you use Miss Granger's time turner, Mr. Potter?"
"I'm afraid I can't legally tell you that, Professor," Harry said. "You are welcome to ask the Headmaster about it, for it was his suggestion we did. And good luck with that."
Harry knew McGonagall groaned at that.
"I only tell you as a courtesy, for you are my Head of House at the moment," Harry said. "But, I would advise that no one stops me from leaving tomorrow morning."
McGonagall nodded.
"Will that be all?" Harry asked.
"Yes," McGonagall said. "And fifty points to Gryffindor for mastery of the material and the ability to explain it to others."
Harry just nodded and collected his things before he walked into the hallway. He took about ten steps out when he came face to face with Theodore Nott.
"Hello, Potter," Nott said. "I'd like a word with you."
Harry checked the Map to ensure that there were not a small gang of Slytherins waiting around the corner to ambush him. You could never be too careful. Once it had been cleared, Harry followed Nott into an unoccupied classroom.
"Potter, I heard that you've been helping Malfoy…regarding the Imperius Curse."
"And you want me to help you throw it off as well?" Harry asked.
The number of times Harry spoke to Nott could be counted on one hand with fingers left over.
"Not exactly," Nott said. "I want you…to help fix me."
Well, that was an interesting request.
"Fix you?" Harry asked.
"I'm under…a marriage agreement, with Daphne Greengrass," Nott said. "But…I just…well…she's not…well I just can't find a way to have any interest in…living up to the terms of my agreement."
Harry knew exactly why that was. But he enjoyed making a member of the Nott family, who literally wrote the book on pureblood politics squirm and admit something that their type found rather disgusting. Lyra mentioned there were a number of wizards who had doused themselves with a love potion to continue the family line because of their preferences.
Privately, Harry wondered if Lucius Malfoy was one of them.
"And you don't find Daphne attractive?" Harry asked.
Nott turned the color of spoiled porridge.
"Oh, I know she's very attractive, beautiful, stunning, gorgeous."
Good, because Daphne would likely do to Nott would Andromeda Black did to Rabastan Lestrange years ago, if she got any hint that Nott called her ugly.
"It's just I'm not attracted to her," Nott said. "Because…well…."
Harry smiled.
"Because, you're what?" Harry asked.
Nott murmured something underneath his breath.
"Pardon?" Harry asked.
"I'm gay," Nott whispered, looking over his shoulder in fear.
Harry just smiled.
"And you want me…to put you under the Imperius Curse, so you are attracted to Daphne?" Harry asked.
Harry had absolutely no vested interest in trapping Daphne in a marriage with a closest blood purist. Yet, he was intrigued about potentially finding a way where she escaped that hellscape.
"Yes, please," Nott said. "I…I voted for Snape to be disavowed as the Head of the Slytherin House."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"You're trying to blackmail me and not doing a very good job at it," Harry said. "You have a lot more to lose than I do. Especially if your father or your grandfather finds out."
"Please!" Nott yelled. "They'll send me to St. Mungos for shock spells until I'm cured. And no one ever gets cured with those."
Harry pondered for a moment.
"What's in for me?" Harry asked.
"Well…I…I don't know…but if you help me, I will be forever in your debt," Nott said.
"You would put yourself in my debt, Theo?" Harry asked.
Harry knew he hated being called that name, which was why Harry made a point to call him that name.
"I….yes," Nott said. "But, you should…you have to fix me. Make me normal."
Harry had an idea, although he wondered how many ethical boundaries he would be crossing to pull him off. But yet, Daphne did not deserve a swot without a spine like this.
"Get me a copy of the marriage contract," Harry said. "I wouldn't want us to do anything that would get you disavowed."
Nott sighed.
"You're right," Nott said. "I'll have it to you by dinner tonight. And I'll go down with Malfoy, for your lessons."
Harry dismissed Nott without another word. He had an idea. He would have to meet with Daphne more than so he could spring it on her. But if it worked, everyone would be happy.
He made his way outside onto the castle grounds and Angelina waited for him. The blood started to flow from Harry's head when he saw Angelina dressed in some extremely tight black shorts and a tank top which showed off her amazing cleavage. Her athletic body was on full display when she moved up and down, doing squats in a suggestive manner. It gave Harry a good look at her arse which threatened to burst from the short.
Harry noticed she wore a choker with the letters "BWC" written on it. Angelina turned her attention to Harry.
"Mr. Potter, thank you for coming."
Angelina bounced to her feet and her ample jugs bounced within her tank top. She crossed the distance from Harry and smiled.
"If I do become Triwizard Champion, I want to know if I can throw off the Curse," Angelina said. "Therefore, I want you to put me underneath the Imperius Curse."
Angelina traced her finger from Harry's neck, down his chest, and abs, and stopped short at this crotch. The heat of her hand pulsed.
"Angie, I…I can do that," Harry said. "But, it's not going to be easy."
"Oh, don't worry, hon, I like it hard and rough."
Angelina flashed Harry a teasing wink and started to wiggle her ass turning around.
"Whenever you're ready," Angelina said.
"Imperio."
Angelina shivered and Harry could see her body go completely rigid.
"What are you really up to?" Harry asked her.
"I saw you banging Parvati and I saw the size of your dick," Angelina said nonchalantly. "I thought about jumping you right then and there, but I barely held myself back. I need it."
"Stop right there."
Angelina struggled not to reach forward. She was fighting the impulse.
"Harry, come on," Angelina breathed.
"No," Harry said.
"Take off my clothes."
Angelina walked over and removed Harry's robes. Then she pulled off his shirt and massaged his chest and abs. Then she worked Harry's pants off and left him in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts.
"Stop," Harry said. "Put your hands…behind your head."
Angelina fought Harry about as hard as Lyra fought him doing manual labor, but Harry exerted his will in the end.
"I need your cock," Angelina said.
"Why?"
"Because, I love big white cock," Angelina said with a smile. "And yours is the biggest I've ever seen."
Angelina's hips bucked in the air, as if trying to entice Harry.
"Take off your clothes," Harry said.
Angelina obeyed and slowly slipped off her top to reveal a white bra with the words "Bleached"written on it. Angelina had to bend over and struggle out of her shorts. Her large dark cheeks came out, with a thong riding up her ass. And in the front, the word "Bleached" was written on the crotch.
But that was not all. On Angelina's back, there was a small tattoo of a lightning bolt. Much like the one Beatrice had.
"Give me a kiss."
Angelina threw her arms around Harry's neck and snogged him. Her sinful body pressed up against Harry's body when she ground up against him.
"Mmm," Angelina said. "The more powerful the wizard, the bigger the wand."
Angelina shamelessly stuck her hand down Harry's shorts. Harry let her do so. Angelina flashed him a lewd smile and squatted down, ensuring that she was eye to crotch with Harry. Then she whipped it out.
"Oooh ,there is a Basilisk in your pants," Angelina said. "You see, Harry. I'm going to be a slut for you. So will Katie and Alicia, but I get first dibs….I just love this nice…big fat…mmmm…juicy white prick. I can't wait to feel it rammed in my holes."
Angelina traced lewd words on Harry's cock.
"Mmm, I'm going to be your Sex N….mmmmph!"
Harry was pretty sure Angelina was going to refer to herself using a word that he only heard Marge use when highly intoxicated, referring to black people. Complete with the hard "R". And Harry cut off that hard "R" by giving Angelina a hard "D" and slamming it into her mouth. Angelina just gagged on his cock.
"You're a slut, but I knew you were when you wore that choker," Harry said. "And you branded yourself for me…how lovely."
Angelina popped away from him and smiled when planting several kisses down his cock.
"I live to serve you, master."
Harry's cock swelled and Angelina pushed her lips down onto his cock. Angelina just choked on his cock. She leaned in and slurped on his cock, breathing heavily when she pushed down into her.
"Damn, if I knew you were like this, I would have face-fucked you sooner," Harry said.
"Well," Angelina said after pulling away to lick him. "If I knew you were like this…hung like this…I would have dragged you into the showers sooner. And Katie and Alicia too."
Angelina deep throated Harry and pressed her nose down onto his abs. She looked like a woman possessed, swallowing Harry's cock. Angelina let out another cry before Harry erupted down into her throat.
Harry grabbed Angelina and slammed his rod down into her throat. Angelina let out another moan when he finished iside of her mouth. Spurt after spurt, with some of it splattering Angelina's faces.
Angelina Johnson let Harry's cum roll down her cheeks, onto her neck, and drip down her top. She rose up, and smiled, before lying back.
"You're going to need Parseltongue to open my chamber, handsome."
Harry slipped his tongue against Angelina and vibrated across her clit. He then pushed down into her and shoved his face down inside of her. He leaned in and made her cry out in pleasure when he went down onto him.
"Oooh ,you're too kind!" Angelina yelled. "Your tongue…oooh, that feels so fucking good."
Harry inhaled her juices. The sweet nectar spilled into his mouth. And then Angelina rose up, ripping her bra off and revealing her delicious chocolate titties to Harry. Harry smashed his face into them and motorboated them while lifting Angelina up onto him.
"Oooh, god, wreck me, stud."
Harry spread her legs and shoved his cock inside of her while burying face down into her tits. Angelina wrapped her powerful legs around Harry and he slam-fucked her. Angelina just rose up and rocked him ,with Harry's hands moving down and groping every inch of her.
"Big…..white…fucking…cock!" Angelina yelled. "Bleach me! Ruin my womb for all the….."
Harry cut off Angelina's thoughts by making her cum for him. Angelina tightened around him and threw her hips back, allowing her to explode for him. Harry slammed deeper inside of her and Angelina let out another cry.
Angelina rose up and rode the hell out of Harry's cock.
"Oh, I swear, Angie, you're an addict."
"Well, I'm going to enjoy you, honey," Angelina said. "Ruin me. Fucking…fuck…fuck!"
Angelina slammed her box down onto Harry. Her juicy pussy tightened and wrapped around him. Harry set the stage for something impressive. Harry leaned in and rubbed her tits. He channeled jolts of magic though them and made her cry out in pleasure.
Every time Angelina's box worked up and down on Harry, he could feel unprecedented warmth.
"I should add another tattoo on me ,marking me as Harry Potter's Bleached Black Bitch," Angelina breathed.
Harry turned her around and got a good view of her arse when he fucked her on all fours. The pretext of the lesson had been thrown completely out the window, almost in record time. Harry groped Angelina's body and dominated her in ways which he craved.
"I'm sure…I could fight off the curse…if you made me to do something rotten…like snog Flint," Angelina gasped. "But, he actually finally graduated last year. Never thought I'd live to see the day."
Harry thought there were certain things too disgusting for his taste. He squeezed Angelina's arse and spanked it. Tempting it was to shove his cock up there, he decided not to. He wanted Angelina thirsty for something.
Harry just rocked down into her. She screamed and moaned when he rode her.
"Fuck me in the dirt," Angelina said. "I'm a dirty black slut, that's where I belong, being pounded and used as a breeding sow for your superior white cock."
Harry wondered if he could use Angelina for Lyra's lessons. Granted, Lyra had prejudices due to class and blood, he was not sure she had any ill-thoughts to those of different skin colors. Still, Harry mulled over certain possibilities and Angelina just breathed in pleasure.
Angelina saw stars and then finally Harry reared back and blasted just finished off inside of Angelina. Angelina let out another cry.
"Lick my arsehole," Harry told her.
And Angelina stuck her tongue in Harry's arse, worshipping him, submissively. Anglina had a rather transfixed look on her face.
Angelina was not entirely sure he had her under the curse when he asked this either. Having this ebony goddess devalue herself and eat Harry's ass caused him to feel a rush of power he never thought possible.
It was a pity one of her fellow chasers was not here to suck his cock at the same time. But, Harry would make do.
The meeting between Andromeda and Charlotte occurred, as Andromeda went over everything that Harry wrote about in his letter from Charlotte. She sighed and reached over to the cabinet and pulled both her and Charlotte a glass of wine.
"Thanks," Charlotte said. "I normally don't drink but considering the circumstances…"
"After I learned the full nature of what my daughter and her friends were involved with while the teachers did little, I needed a drink too,' Andromeda said. "Hogwarts hasn't changed."
Charlotte took a long drink and pondered everything.
"Why would anyone go?"
"Prestige is a powerful thing in our world and no one wants to be left behind," Andromeda said. "Those who don't go to Hogwarts are generally considered less, because many people form connections there that last a lifetime. And the fact it's a thousand years old helps build that legacy."
Charlotte just mulled over everything.
"I don't think Hermione should go anymore," Charlotte said. "But, given what you told me, that's not my call to make."
"You should talk to Harry, I'm sure he'll understand where you're coming from," Andromeda said. "There's a few magical schools that Hermione could attend, but I'm afraid they're all abroad. And some of them…are less welcoming to fresh blood."
Charlotte got that mess when Harry told her about the entire Chamber of Secrets mess.
"What about tutors?" Charlotte asked.
"Well, it's not an option of someone of Hermione's blood due to concerns of the Statute of Secrecy," Andromeda said. "Which is unfairly skewed towards those who are in Wizarding homes, admittedly."
"But, if she's…if she's Harry's charge, isn't that a way around it?" Charlotte asked.
"There might be," Andromeda admitted. "Admittedly, there are things about Hogwarts that the parents of first generational magic users aren't told. Not that you have much say. And I'm sorry for that."
"I am too," Charlotte said. "I can't believe they decided that I was not worthy of knowing about what my daughter was up to."
"If it makes you feel better, the parents who know about magic and grew up in the world aren't treated much better," Andromeda said.
That did not make Charlotte feel much better.
"Do I have any recourse?" Charlotte asked.
"Well, the Board of Governors is reluctant to act against Dumbledore due to an embarrassing situation a few years ago," Andromeda said. "And given that Dumbledore is Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, that is to say the magical high court, that's most certainly not a course of action that will be feasible."
"Wait, he runs a school and he runs your highest court?" Charlotte asked. "How is that allowed?"
Andromeda really could not answer that question, because she never been able to get a straight answer herself. And there was also the fact that Dumbledore was also the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards.
The answer of "he's Dumbledore" was one Andromeda doubted highly would appease Charlotte.
"So, there's nothing I can do?" Charlotte asked.
"I'd talk to Harry, before you give up all hope," Andromeda said. "He's the only one with both the motivation and the clout to help him. Exactly how much do you know about his story?"
"Only that his parents died when he was young, and he's apparently famous for it," Charlotte said.
Oh, Andromeda thought this was going to be a fun meeting. Of course, how they treated Harry because they assumed Dumbledore would act in good faith regarding his safety was another black mark against their world. Before Andromeda could launch into the story, the buzzer went off.
"Yes, Miranda?" Andromeda asked.
"It's Albus Dumbledore, he's here to see you," Miranda said. "It's urgent."
Andromeda downed the rest of her drink.
"It always is," Andromeda murmured. "Did you tell him I'm with a client?"
"He's insistent I let him in," Miranda said. "Should I call security?"
As tempting as that was, Andromeda felt she had to deal with this eventually.
"Let him in," Andromeda said. "Doctor Granger, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to wait outside."
And the office door opened and Albus Dumbledore stepped into her office. Charlotte rose up to her feet and looked at him.
"So, you're my daughter's Headmaster," Charlotte said. "I would think I would have met you sooner or later, Professor Dumbledore."
"I'm afraid I haven't had the honor," Dumbledore said.
"Charlotte Granger," she said. "Hermione. You know her."
"Ah, yes, Miss Granger, I have heard of her," Dumbledore said. "But, I'm afraid any concerns you have can wait until later, right I do have an appointment with Barrister Tonks."
And Dumbledore dismissed Charlotte like she was nothing. Andromeda mouthed "sorry" and Charlotte just nodded.
"Well, take a seat," Andromeda said.
"It's come to my attention that you've been meeting Harry," Dumbledore said.
"Mmm, hmm," Andromeda said.
"And I understand that he's under the impression that you're now his magical guardian," Dumbledore said.
"Mmm," Andromeda murmured.
"And he's also refused to speak with me, unless you're present," Dumbledore said.
"Just as I advised," Andromeda said.
"Well, yes," Dumbledore said. "Although, he seems to have…gotten the wrong impression regarding…well I'm sure he means well, but he knows quite a few things that students generally do not know and he's done something that is unprecedented. He's triggered the first Tribunal against a Hogwarts Professor in over three hundred years."
Andromeda just took a sip of her drink.
"Harry doesn't understand that Severus…well, I think that it would be best if Harry learns to accept that there are certain people he is going to have to work with that he doesn't like," Dumbledore said. "And while I assured him that Severus would apologize for his actions, he refuses to be gracious enough to cancel his contention of the points Severus has taken from him."
Andromeda continued to drink.
"I'm afraid he thinks the worst of Severus, and he doesn't understand…well, he should learn to forgive and forget," Dumbledore said. "It's a virtue that Harry will need to understand, when he takes his place in our world."
"I see," Andromeda said. "So, what do you want me to do?"
"I'm not certain how you became his guardian, but he respects your opinion," Dumbledore said. "Perhaps you could talk some sense into him? We can't afford to lose someone like Severus. He is a remarkable Potions Master."
And a terrible teacher, Andromeda mused, and an even worse person.
"Why has Severus Snape earned your trust?" Andromeda asked. "Actually, what has he done to earn the benefit of the doubt from you?"
"I'm afraid that is a matter between myself and Severus Snape," Dumbledore said.
"Well, then I cannot under good faith advise Harry to call off the Tribunal, unless you give me a good reason, with clear evidence," Andromeda said.
"You better be careful, Andromeda. I know you've been in contact with Sirius Black."
Really, he was going to play that card with her? Andromeda would like to remind Dumbledore despite Walburga blasting her off of the family tree in a fit of wine-fueled rage, she was stil a daughter of a House of Black.
"Show me the trial transcript, Albus," Andromeda said.
"The trial transcript?" Dumbledore asked.
"You fucking allowed Fudge to put the order on Sirius for the Dementor's Kiss ,knowing full well that since he was never given a trial there was still reasonable doubt about his guilt," Andromeda said. "For someone who is the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, you are sometimes woefully ignorant about how the law works."
"I knew Sirius was the Secret Keeper, therefore Crouch insisted that we should put him away," Dumbledore said."He believed my evidence was good enough."
"Did you witness Sirius Black be made the Secret Keeper by the Potters?"
Had Albus Dumbledore been a little more with it and a little less flustered, he would have realized that this would be potential sucide to answer this question and he would have clammed up and lawyered up.
But, Albus Dumbledore's greatest flaw was that he thought he was the smartest person in the room.
"The Potters assured me that was the plan," Dumbledore said.
"Did you or did you not witness Sirius Black be made their Secret Keeper?" Andromeda repeated in a testy voice.
"I didn't think they would have any reason to deceive me."
And the knut dropped at last. That was about as much of an admission Andromeda was going to get.
"Well, the truth has a nasty way of finding us all, Albus," Andromeda said.
"What has Harry told you?"
"That's a matter between myself and my charge," Andromeda said.
"There are certain things that he shouldn't have told you for they could…well they could cause trouble at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said.
"So, you admit there are things at Hogwarts that you would have left undiscovered by certain parties?" Andromeda asked.
"I don't think there is a need to involve external parties, when the situation is handled."
There was a woman waiting outside of her office, who would beg to differ.
"Isn't it awful not to be told vital information, Professor?" Andromeda asked. "Frustrating isn't it?"
Dumbledore sighed loudly.
"I thought you were a reasonable woman, Andromeda," Dumbledore said. "But, I can see you have an agenda. I'm not certain what I've done to make you so bitter."
Oh, Andromeda was not bitter. She was pissed off. Her daughter was upset that one of her friends was killed in the Forbidden forest, something that could have been avoided.
"Was it really necessary to file a lawsuit against Severus for defamation and put a restraining order on him?"
"Keep him on a short leash from now on," Andromeda warned him. "Everything he will say and do regarding Harry will end up in court. And we don't necessarily have to take it to the Wizengamot. Do keep in mind there are other courts."
Dumbledore nodded in response.
"I hoped you could be reasonable," Dumbledore said.
"Oh, I'm being very reasonable," Andromeda said. "For now."
Andromeda carefully took a brownie out of a tin on her desk. She needed her "medicine" to calm down after dealing with Dumbledore.
"The door is to your right," Andromeda said. "You've let me keep a client waiting for too long."
"What are you and Mrs. Granger talking about…."
"That is none of your concern, Albus," Andromeda said.
Dumbledore walked out and passed Charlotte.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Charlotte asked. "Why didn't you tell me what was going on with my daughter?"
"I had the situation under control," Dumbledore said. "I'm disappointed that Hermione did not tell you. But, I'm afraid your daughter may find her days in our world limited, as I cannot properly protect her because her friend refuses to forgive a misunderstanding."
"I don't…you think I'm a stupid Muggle, don't you? "Charlotte asked. "You're no different than that Malfoy that I met a couple of years ago, at Diagon Alley."
Dumbledore's expression grew rather tense at the comparison, but he said nothing. He walked off.
"I can't believe him!" Charlotte snapped. "He's…he doesn't…ugh….and I thought dealing with my mother-in-law was awful!"
"Here, have a brownie," Andromeda said dryly.
Charlotte accepted one as the two women continued their meeting, after Dumbledore's rude interruption had been dealt with.
"What would you say if I thought I might have a way to get you out of the marriage contract to Nott?"
Daphne blinked when Harry told her that.
"I would think anyone else would be completely insane," Daphne said. "But you…you I'd believe it."
Harry told her about the meeting and Daphne looked bemused.
"Well, he's desperate, because more people are questioning him about his preferences," Daphne said. "And his father and grandfather haven't admitted it, although his father is only a few notches above your Crabbes and Goyles of the world on the smarts scale. His mother, Jessica, she was a Rookwood, so she's the brains of the family, and Vanessa and Jenna, take after her. But, his grandfather is the one you're going to have to worry about."
"Cantankerus Nott," Harry said.
"Yes, he literally wrote the book on pureblood politics," Daphne said. "Of course, he may have a weak link. He has a hot young trophy wife, who may be in the market for someone who is younger…and more powerful, if you play your cards right. And he was the one who made the marriage agreement with my grandfather, while my mother was too busy grieving with my father's death."
Harry nodded and put his hand on Daphne's.
"My grandfather wants Dumbledore's spot and he's willing to give Cantankerus the clout of having his grandson married to one of the most powerful and beautiful witches in his year," Daphne said. "That being me."
"You're about as modest as Lyra," Harry said.
"Well, one of us will be rocking that maid's outfit in about two days," Daphne said. "But, how are you going to pull this off?"
"Wording is everything in a contract," Harry said. "Theo would not come to me if he wasn't afraid he would break the contract due to his…disinterest."
Daphne just looked thoughtful.
"He really hates being called Theo," Daphne said. "Of course, he hates being called Teddy even more."
"I'll keep that in mind," Harry said. "I'm meeting Cho in an hour to show her my Patronus."
"Is that what they're calling it now?" Daphne asked.
"You're only the third person today to make that comment," Harry said. "I've sharpened some things on my shields…if you don't mind taking a look at it…and I looked through those Potion theory books you gave me. Penny Haywood wrote me back and she's going to start tutoring me next week."
"Great," Daphne said. "Let's see what you've got in store for me today, Mr. Potter…by the way, be careful. Snape might try and force a confrontation to make you look bad."
"Well, he would be cutting off his nose to spite his face," Harry said.
"If he has nothing left to lose…well just watch your back," Daphne said.
Harry took her warning seriously. Snape was extremely spiteful and thought he could get away with anything due to his authority.
He wondered who gave him that idea.
Daphne and Harry continued their lessons, with Harry strengthening both his Legilmens and Occlumency. Although it appeared that Harry would need a more advanced teacher too soon to get to the next level.
One thing Amelia Bones could give Bartemius Crouch credit for, was his punctuality. Which was why, when he was five minutes late for their meeting.
"Mr. Crouch," Amelia said. "You're a bit late today."
"Oh, well, there are some last minute preparations for the Triwizard Tournament, making sure everything is in order," Crouch said. "And I'm glad Dumbledore's handling the security, alongside Moody. It gives us one less thing to worry about, to make sure everything happens as it should."
Amelia had a lot of misgivings about the tournament. Fudge burned a lot of favors to fast track it and get it to Hogwarts this year, to distract from the blunders regarding Sirius Black. Which brought Amelia back to the point.
"I do need your help on an investigation you were a part of years ago," Amelia said. "To locate a trial transcript."
"Of course, I can also get Weatherby to assist," Crouch said. "He has a knack of finding paperwork that was otherwise misfiled."
Amelia just nodded politely.
"Sirius Black, I need his trial transcript," Amelia said.
"Why do you need that?" Crouch asked, sounding a bit put off and upset. "Black was seen killing twelve Muggles and Pettigrew. It's cut and dry. Clear as day. We don't need to revisit old investigations."
"Harry Potter requested a copy," Amelia said. "Do you think that he deserves to know what the man who betrayed his parents said?"
Crouch looked off into space for a minute.
"Mr. Crouch?" Amelia asked. "Are you with me?"
"Uh, yes, I am, Amelia, quite alright," Crouch said. "Just the Triwizard Tournament and all the preparations are getting to me. I'm glad Dumbledore is handling security, along with Moody. It will be one less thing to worry about."
Work never got to Bartemius Crouch Senior. Birthdays, Christmases, he missed many of them.
"Harry Potter requested the transcript," Amelia said. "Of Sirius Black's trial."
"Oh, yes, Harry Potter, of course…I can't believe Lily and James Potter were killed and he survived somehow," Crouch said.
Amelia saw it, instantly. The glassy eyes, the tired expression, the scattered brain sentences. Crouch had been put underneath the Imperius Curse, by someone.
"You're not well, are, you Bartemius?" Amelia asked. "I think you need to get checked out at St. Mungos."
"I don't…I just need to head home and lie down…yes a nice long nap is what I need," Crouch said. "Amelia, give your father my regards."
Her father was dead for twenty years, which Crouch knew.
"I insist," Amelia said.
She signaled Zara and her team who blocked Crouch's way out of the office.
"Let me go," Crouch said. "Do you know who I am?"
"Easy there," one of the Aurors said.
"LET ME OUT OF THIS OFFICE!"
Crouch looked around like a wild man and then he looked startled and confused. And this gave Zara the opening she needed to stun and bind Crouch.
"Imperius Curse, but how?" Zara asked.
"We need to get him to St. Mungos," Amelia said. "Audrey!"
Audrey Perkins stepped into her office.
"Floo the Headmaster, advise him I will be arriving at Hogwarts within the hour," Amelia said.
Audrey nodded and walked out for a minute. Amelia knew that she was going to have to fight Dumbledore tooth and nail on this, but Crouch being found underneath the Imperius Curse meant the entire Triwizard Tournament was compromised, nearly three days before the start.
"Go with Crouch, report to me anything the Healers find," Amelia said to one of the Aurors. "Zara, you're with me."
Audrey returned.
"Dumbledore isn't at Hogwarts," Audrey said. "Urgent business."
What could be so urgent? Amelia wondered, but had idea.
"So, what's the play, boss lady?" Zara asked.
Forgiveness was easier than permission sometimes.