Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
A/N: Italics mean flashback or parseltongue. Sorry about the long delay again Co-author (Coastalfirebird) was working on other stories at the time.
Harry was sitting in the library finishing up the exceedingly long Potions homework. Snape thankfully was gone, but the new potion mistress held nothing back when it came to teaching the how and why of potion making. Harry smiled at the memory of what happened to Snape.
Harry had been summoned up to the Headmistress' office on account of the current potions professor Serverus Snape. Harry was wondering what the man had done this time, and thought it must have had some with a non-Slytherin student. He himself at the start of term had felt some animosity from the man, but he didn't think he was stupid enough to attack a student or fellow staff member. Was he?
After ascending the stairs Harry gently knocked on the door. "Come in." Professor McGonagall's voice sounded through the solid oak door. A very disgruntled Snape stood in front of Headmistress McGonagall's desk. Harry looked to the desk to discover a massive stack of parchments littering the desk, and he had to wonder if these were complaints made against Snape just in this year, or was this his work history?
"Yes Headmistress is there something I can do for you?" Harry asked.
"Yes Lord Hogwarts, our illustrious potion master here as you can see has a few complaints against him." She gestured to the stack of parchments. "I just thought you might want to see them."
Harry looked between the two professors. The Headmistress' eyes reflected the fury he placid face refused to show. Snape's scowl was an ever present thing these days, and at this moment it seemed to barely contain the rage the man must be feeling at the moment. Harry walked over to the desk and picked up a parchment on top of the right most stacks. It was filed by Professor Sprout on behalf of a Miss Julie Rogers on the 19th of January in 1985. Miss Rogers had been pushed to the ground by some Slytherin girls, and called a 'mud-blood' so many times that as to cause her such shame that she ran away crying. When Professor Sprout brought this to Snape's attention he simply said the girls were putting Miss Rogers in her place, and the next twenty complaints stretching from 1982 to 1991 and only one of these being from a Slytherin made on her behalf by Professor Flitwick. All of these cases were made by muggle-borns with only a few exceptions.
"Are they all like this Professor McGonagall?" Harry asked. He was barely able to contain the rage in his voice.
"Yes Lord Hogwarts and the few that are from Slytherin are from students who were either muggle born, twenty eight of those, and/or are those who as Professor Snape put it: 'Dared to make friends outside of Slytherin." The usually composed teacher seemed to be deeply bothered by that statement. It was a pity that Albus would be back for the start of next term, and an even bigger shame that a good majority of parents still wanted him as Headmaster.
"Why the bloody hell is that a problem Professor Snape?" this spat out with such rage that some of the parchments started moving in the breeze generated by Harry's magic.
"Slytherin House is held together by Unity and that Unity is designed to protect our ranks from outside forces." Retorted Snape angrily.
"At what cost! Professor, and really the term Professor is used rather liberally in regards to you at the moment." Harry responded in kind.
"Lord Hogwarts surly you know that only those of pure blood are supposed to be in the House of Snakes and it is for…" Snape was cut off.
"In centuries past that was possible, you bigoted fool, but given today's population that is not possible, and what harm would there be to your so called 'Unity' if a student had friends outside Slytherin House?" Professor McGonagall rallied behind Lord Hogwarts. "Not to mention that the current poor behaviour by most in your house shows a startling deference to bullying other students, and dare I say the accusations of rape against a few of your current students!"
"And you have done nothing about this!" Harry yelled.
"Absolutely, and after I looked into these claims I found them to be baseless." Snape sneered.
"Are you willing to change this policy Snape given my stance on such issues?" Harry asked trying to bring calmness to his voice.
"Absolutely not, you are just like your father: stuck-up, prideful, and self-righteous." Snape looked like he wanted to say more, but he was cut off.
"Pack you things and get out Serverus. You're fired, and I am just shocked at what became of the young man my mother, a muggle born, once called a friend." Harry turned back to Professor McGonagall. "Is there a professor you think would do as a replacement to Snape as Head of Slytherin house?"
Professor McGonagall actually smiled at this point. "Yes the new History of Magic teacher would be wonderful. It would keep the tradition of two male and two female heads of house, and his untarnished ideals will help change that house."
"If by 'untarnished' you mean his sheer disdain for the ideal of 'Blood Supremacy' you are out of your mind the Snakes in the Pit will devour him whole." Snape retorted.
"As I understand it Mr. Snape the students in Slytherin both fear and respect him. If you are unaware he is Morgana le Fay's uncle." Professor McGonagall held back no pretence of a smile any more. "Thank for you years of service to this school, and you may pick up your things outside this office as the house elves have already collected them." The sarcasm in McGonagall's voice made Harry laugh.
Footsteps heading his way brought Harry out of his recollection. Turning around Harry found a very irate looking group of friends heading his way. His betrothed didn't look to happy either. "What is wrong love?"
"Have you been ignoring our friends or something Harry James Potter?" The use of his full birth name made him grimace.
"No, Daphne I haven't. I have been writing them letters at least twice a week each. Why do you ask?" Harry asked in a soothing voice.
"Well Hermione has not received a single letter." Tracey almost screamed at him.
"Calm down Tracey." Hermione said as she rubbed Tracey's back. "Harry have you received any of the letters I sent?" She asked in a calm tone of voice.
"No, I haven't this is troubling." A sudden pop of to his right diverted his attention from his betrothed and his friends. There was an elf he had never seen before wearing a rag better suited for a trash bin than clothing. "You're not Mavis, who are you?"
The little house elf's ears flapped over its face. "Dobby Sir, Dobby the house elf."
Harry crossed his arms over his chest. "So Dobby could you tell me why you are here, and do you work for the Greengrass or Potter family?" Harry's magic flared at this point out of shire frustration that one of his elves would dress like this.
Dobby recoiled at the magic, rolling off, the young Lord. He had never felt such power. His master didn't even have a quarter of the power the young Lord was expelling. Dobby lowered his head. "Dobby has come to warn the great Harry Potter, that he must stay away from Hogwarts this year. Terrible things are going to happen. Great Harry Potter must be safe."
Harry looked at the little elf with a confused expression. "What do you mean terrible things are going to happen? Who is making these things happen?"
Dobby, looked around, and gritted his teeth. He so wanted to tell the young Lord, but due to his master's magic he couldn't say a thing. Frustrated with himself, he knelt on the floor and began banging his head against the floor. "Bad Dobby, can't say. Dobby must punish himself, bad Dobby."
Harry and the girls looked horrified. Harry tried his best to stop the little elf from harming, but it was no good. Harry looked to Daphne for help. She looked just as worried as he was. Finally he turned back to the elf. "Dobby, please stop. I understand you can't tell me who you work for, and what they are planning to do at Hogwarts. Is there anything you can tell us that might help?"
Dobby stopped banging his head against the floor, and looked up to the young Lord. "Master was visited by crazy Headmaster. Headmaster cast spell on master. Master hand over something dark to evil to headmaster."
Harry shook his head. He didn't believe what he was hearing. Dumbledore wasn't due for release until next month. Had he escaped, or had he made bail. How though, Dumbledore was broke. He left the girls and Dobby before walking to the fire place, and throwing in some floo powder, before announcing "Head of DMLE Amelia Bones, Ministry of Magic."
Ministry Of Magic
Amelia was confused; she had a release form on her desk for one Albus Dumbledore. She could see it had been signed by the minister, and stamp with the Ministry approval. How the old man had done it was anyone's guess. She snapped out of her thoughts as her fire place glowed green. She saw the face of Lord Hogwarts in the flames. She sighed it seemed nothing could be kept from the young Lord.
"Lord Hogwarts, it is always a pleasure to see you. How can I assist you today?" She could see his eyes were glowing green, meaning he was not happy, and she had a funny feeling why. Her thoughts were confirmed as the young Lord spoke.
"Madame Bones, I recently learnt some terrible news. I have heard that Albus No-name has been released, is this true?"
Amelia sighed, before turning to her desk to retrieve a form. She copied it before passing it through the floo to the young Lord. "This is the release form. It has been signed by several light families and the Minister himself. It seems the three families involved, put together the money for his release. I am curious how you discovered this though seeing as I have only received the form today."
Harry looked over the form, before turning back to Amelia. "I am sorry Madame Bones, but at present I can't reveal my contact. I will look over this and see if I can have something done about it. I have a bad feeling about the old coot being let out early."
Mean while At the Borrow
Molly Weasley was busy preparing dinner, when her wards flared. She dropped what she was doing and checked her family clock, only Ron, Ginny, Fred and George's hands were pointing home. So the person who had arrived wasn't family. She went to the door, and opened it. A wand was pointed right between her eyes.
"I am deeply sorry for this Molly, but it is for the greater good. Imperio"
Molly's eyes glazed over as she fell completely under Albus' spell. She allowed him to enter the house. Albus looked around before handing her a black book. He had retrieved it from Malfoy manor. He knew what it was, but also knew Harry needed to be tested. He sighed, he knew what he was doing was wrong, but certain things needed to be done to insure both Harry and Voldemort met their ends. "Molly I want you to give this diary to Ginny. Don't tell her how you got it. Just make sure she has it when she leaves for Hogwarts."
Molly nodded in understanding, before placing the diary in a box intended to be wrapped up as a birthday present. Albus smiled at how easy this was. Once he had made sure everything was done, he left the house and with a small pop vanished.
Harry and the girls were still trying to deal with the house elf that had decided to just pop in on them. They had been trying for an hour now to get anything else out of him. However every time they came close he would begin banging his head again. Harry decided to change tactics a little.
"Dobby have you been intercepting my mail?"
Dobby eyes widened and they filled with tears. He clicked his fingers and a pile of letters appeared. Dobby lowered his head. "Dobby wants to keep Great Harry Potter safe. Dobby thought if Great Harry Potter thought his friends didn't want anything to do with him any more, then he wouldn't want to return to school."
Dobby started to punish himself again. The constant banging had alerted the adults and they had come running into the room, wondering what all the noise was about. However as soon as walked into the room, they all froze. Lord Greengrass recognized the elf immediately. He was forced to attend a few meetings at Malfoy manor. He shuddered at the memory of the place. It was cold, dark and gloomy. It was the perfect environment for Lucius. Clyde walked up and stood by Harry.
"Dobby, what are you doing here, does Lucius know you are here?"
Dobby froze. He didn't think he would be recognized. He turned to Harry and frowned. "If Harry won't listen to Dobby, then Dobby will make sure he can't attend Hogwarts."
Harry was about to argue, when the elf vanished leaving a very surprised room. Clyde turned to Harry. "What on earth was that all about? And what's that in your hand Harry?"
Harry snapped out of his thoughts and handed the release form over to Clyde. "It's a release form for Albus No-name, it seems some of his supporters still believe his bullshite and got together to post bail for him. Dobby just appeared an hour ago warning me about not returning to Hogwarts this year. According to him, there is a plot to make terrible things happen. He couldn't tell us who was plotting, but he did say Albus visited his master who we now know is Lucius Malfoy. Albus apparently used the Imperious Curse to make him retrieve a dark object. Once he received the object he just apparated to parts unknown." Harry smiled just a little. "Karma is apparently cashing in its chips." Martha gave him a stern look, and he continued with his story. "I wanted to check if he was telling the truth, so I contacted Amelia, and she passed on that form. It seems the crazy old coot, is not even out of Azkaban for two days, and has already started planning something."
Clyde frowned looking down at the form, he was not happy. "Leave this to me Harry; I have a Wizengamot meeting today. I will bring it up then."
Ministry Of Magic
Clyde and Sirius sat side by side. Because of their alignment it was decided that they would split the other seats held by Harry between the both of them, until Harry could claim his own once he turned thirteen. Normally it would be seventeen, however as he is the last of his line, then he would be allowed to take up his seat when he turned thirteen. Clyde leaned over and whispered in Sirius ear as the rest of the Wizengamot began to take their seats. Once everyone was seated, Amos stood up and addressed the Wizengamot.
"This is the 1190th meeting of Wizengamot; we have a few bills that need to be looked at. Before we continue however, is there anything else that any members would like to bring forward?"
Clyde stood up. "I do your grace."
Amos looked to his left. "The Wizengamot recognizes Lord Greengrass and allows him the floor."
Clyde walked down and waved the piece of parchment above his head. "Recently some very worrying news has come to my attention, through the young Lord Potter. What I hold in my hand is a release form for one Albus No-name. It appears with the help of several family heads present here today, he has posted bail. I ask why this was allowed in the first place, as we were all witnesses at his trial." Clyde looked around the room and noticed a few people shuffling around in their seats. "He basically admitted his own guilt. Also his sentence was for the full six months, so I must ask another question: why did our esteemed Minister approve of this."
The Wizengamot erupted with outcries of rage and disbelief about the sentencing not being carried out fully. Those heads who had helped Albus post bail, sat in silence, praying they wouldn't have to answer any questions. They were not the only one who were uncomfortable, Fudge sat in his chair nervous at the backlash this could cause.
Amos banged his gavel. "Order, order, please everyone could we have silence so that we might address this issue." Amos waited till everything had gone quiet. "Now Lord Greengrass do you know which families decided to go against this courts judgement?"
Clyde smiled as he looked at the three heads and saw then shifting around uncomfortably. "They are: the Abbott's, the Conway's and the Jones."
The Wizengamot all glared at those who had been listed. Many of the heads were calling for them to be thrown out of the Wizengamot. Amos again had to use his gavel to resume order in the chamber. "Order, order, would one of the accused heads please step forward, and explain why they all agreed to go against this esteemed bodies better judgement."
Lord Jones stood up. He seemed nervous due to the glares he was getting. "Esteemed members of the Wizengamot, we decided to post Albus' bail, as we believe he was doing everything for the greater good. We were appalled at how he was treated in his trial, after everything he had done for this world. Remember it was him that He-who-must-not-be-named feared before his demise at the hands of the last Lord and Lady Potter in 1981. It was also by his hand that the greatest Dark Lord Grindelwald was defeated during the muggles Second World War." He looked around the room almost pleading everyone to remember these deeds. "These events alone should make us not question his better judgement. We decided that it wasn't right for him to spend the time behind bars, like some common criminal. So we got together to free him."
The chaos that ensued after that statement rocked the very foundations of the Ministry. Wands were drawn and spells were on the edge of people's tongues before Amos raised his wand and caused a loud bang to silence the chamber.
"Lord Jones we will file away your actions for the next meeting, we then vote if you are to remain a member of the Wizengamot, or are to be thrown out. You will not be alone however; the other three heads who also decided to go behind this esteemed body's back will join you. Now on to the first bill, this is proposed by Lord Potter on behalf of Lord Black. If you would take the floor Lord Black, and explain exactly what this bill is for."
Sirius rose from his seat and nodded to Clyde as they past one another. "Esteemed members of the Wizengamot, I am here to propose a bill on behalf of my Godson Lord Potter. He wants the werewolf bill removed and a new one put in its place. I have a letter hear from the young Lord to explain his position on the matter. It reads as follows."
Dear Esteemed Body of the Wizengamot
Greetings I Lord Potter and last heir to the Peverell and Potter line respectively, ask that you hear me out on my proposal.
The Werewolf Bill at present states: that all werewolves are to be treated as dark creatures and out-casts. They are to have no rights to work, or voice their opinion in voting.
Now I know you all know that Voldemort (Yes I am not afraid to say his name, so why should the rest of you) used this bill to his advantage to get the werewolf population on his side in the last war. To prevent this from happening again I propose a new bill to give werewolves equal rights if they agree to some guidelines. As many of you know, thirty vials of true wolfs bane potions was administered to individuals suffering with the disease at St. Mungo's Hospital, I am pleased to announce those who received the treatment are now free of the disease.
However there are still a large number who still suffer from it, and that is why I have decided to set up a trust fund to help create wolfs bane potion free of charge for those who need it. After all why should they be punished for something out of their control?
The Bill is as follows
All Werewolves will be treated respectively and allowed to live their lives as any other citizen. They will be allowed to work, and receive the wolfs bane potion free of charge, only if they agree to the following guideline:
On the nights of their transformation they will be held in a cell, here in the Ministry. This will allow them to change in a controlled environment, and protects the rest of the general public from suffering the same fate as they suffered. One full moon is over they will be released to continue on with what they were doing before their transformation.
Now I know several of you are sitting there shaking your head. Let me remind you, I myself will be funding the trust; I have also listed an application for a few hundred cells to be built here in the Ministry all to be paid for by myself. All I ask is for the Ministry to allow these cells to be built on Ministry grounds and to allow them to be used by those who wish to make use of them during the full moon.
I thank you for your time and hope this bill will be able to lead us into a new future.
Lord Harry James Peverell-Potter and heir to the four founders
Sirius rolled up the parchment and walked back to his seat. He looked around and smiled as his Godson had seemed to put the foxes amongst the chickens so to speak.
Amos stood up. "Thank you Lord Black, the proposed Bill will be considered at the next meeting, where we will vote wither to pass it or not, now on to other business."
A/N: On behalf of myself and my Co-writer, I am pleased to annouce that we are back on course with this story. I apologise for the long delays, but it was due to reason beyond our control. We hope you enjoy this chapter. We have tried to keep with canon, but also added our own twists as well. Please review, as we are so close to 1000. To reach it with this chapter, will be a big boost to my confidence in continuing with this story. Also please check out my other stories as well as my co-writers work.