Triangle Disease

"Triangle Disease"
Part I
Chapter 21
“Wanted by Everyone”
By “The_scribbler”
The_scribbler (at) shadowgard (dot) com

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(A/N: segment from the last chapter)

Harry took one look at his wives; took them by the hands and the three vanished.

The Aurors fanned out. “Tracking spells now!” The Aurors raced outside, into Diagon Alley.

The Auror team made multiple castings of “Profugus felon”. Red lights zoomed high into the air; whirled and then returned to the wand-tips of the casters. “We have them, sir. They’ve gone to Godric’s Hollow”.

“Follow them, then. Be careful. As we have just witnessed, If Harry Potter is cornered, he will most certainly kill you if he feels that he has no choice. Do not force a confrontation. Remember, he will do anything it takes to protect his wives and he may be considerably more powerful with his wives than He-who-must-not-be-Named. If you corner him, you will not make it home to your families tonight. Do not corner his wives, either. Minerva McGonagall has said that both of them are the best students Hogwarts has ever had. They are to be considered armed and extremely dangerous. If you cannot take them alive, run. Harry Potter is not to be hurt. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?”

The other Aurors said “Yes, sir.”

With that admonishment, the twelve Aurors disapparated to Godric’s Hollow.
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Harry, Hermione, and Ginny led the Aurors on a merry chase that night, apparating and disapparating to and from places that Harry and his wives knew considerably better than the Aurors who were following them. Eventually, though, the three tired of the chase and they fled to Potter Castle, where they could neither be tracked nor followed.

There were some tense moments later that night, as Harry sat on the floor in their bedroom and silently defended; to the two women he loved more than life itself, his actions – including the killing of three Order members. Harry showed them how it came about by letting his memories of the afternoon be picked apart by Hermione and Ginny. When they were satisfied that Harry had done the best he could given the circumstances, they forgave him, but still seethed with fury at Dumbledore; the Order; the Ministry; and most especially, at Tom Riddle.

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The small, pale-faced man was standing in the middle of the oak-paneled office, giving a recitation of the information that was scrolling magically across the clipboard he was holding in his hands. The man’s feet were shifting nervously back and forth, as if to ward off some of the tension that he was feeling at being in the office for more than a minute at a time.

“He’s gone to ground again, Sir. We have no idea where he is or how he’s hiding from us, but he’s gone. We feel that it is very unlikely that we will see him again any time soon. The shopkeeper in Diagon Ally testified that Mr. Potters’ wives are very pregnant right now and we feel that they are going to stay put, wherever they’ve holed up, until the babies are born. We suggest that, for the time being, we discontinue trying to find them and devote our resources towards preventing death-eater attacks on magical population centers. We do know several useful things. One – Mr. Potter’s wives should be expecting to deliver in about three months. They’re due sometime right around the last week of April or first week of May. Two – we know that the person most likely to be asked to attend the birth is Madam Pomfrey, from Hogwarts. Three – we are pretty certain that other members of the D.A. – ‘Dumbledore’s Army’ from Harry’s graduating class at Hogwarts will asked to be there for what will probably be a large celebration. Four – we know that both Mrs. Granger, who is a muggle, as well as Molly Weasley, are likely to be there to attend the birth. The Weasleys probably know where the Potters are right now, but we’re not going to get any information from them about Ginny Potter. Five – if they location of the Potters is protected by a secret-keeper, we can just forget it. We’ll never find them and there’s no point trying. The Fidelius charm is incredibly difficult to make, usually, but Mr. Potter is not your ordinary wizard. If anyone his age can do it, he can, and I’m willing to bet all the Bertie Bots Beans in the wizarding world that he’s done just that. As for the Grangers, since they are muggles and couldn’t tell us anything useful anyway, we’re not going to question them - even if it weren’t unlawful to ask them. We’ve thought about trying to trap their house-elf, Dobby, but Dumbledore has warned us that house-elves can resist even the harshest questioning, including the Cruciatus curse and that Veritaserum has no effect on them. In any case, we have no other real leads. The students who were members of “Dumbledore’s Army” at Hogwarts will never – and we’re very sure of this – willingly give up Harry’s location. Most of them would willingly and probably happily die for him and most all of them are as powerful as the second and third year Aurors working here. The consensus is that we would antagonize them at our peril. Our best hope of trapping Mr. Potter and his wives is to wait it out and to force one of the people I’ve just named to give us their location after the birth.”

The man making the recitation, Wendell Lynkenthrop, was not a brave man. He was a tiny man in many respects. He believed in equality of justice, though and that had brought him to work in the office of the Head Auror. This day though, he had been forced to consider some rather unsavory options for his boss.

It was time to say something and take a chance. If he was lucky, he might never again have to take a risk like the one he was about to take.

”Sir? Why are we doing this? I mean – why is the Order of the Phoenix so concerned about where Harry Potter is living and what does the Ministry have to do with it? If the rumors are right, Harry is the one who is destined to destroy He-who-must-not-be-Named. Are we not making a huge mistake by making him and his wives enemies? I mean – it’s odd enough, isn’t it, that suddenly, out of the blue, Mr. Potter has decided to take not one, but two wives? And, is anyone at the Ministry not at least a little bit curious as to why Harry Potter – the Boy who Lived – would be attacked by his own Headmaster and one of our senior Aurors? If the eyewitnesses are to be believed, there was an epic battle between the Headmaster and Harry just minutes before the officers from the MLE arrived at Diagon Alley, yet Harry let the Headmaster live and, if the eyewitnesses are again to be believed, Harry himself cradled the Headmaster in his arms before Harry disapparated the group that attacked him. The same witnesses said that after the battle, Mr. Potter sat and cried.”

In his office, underground at the Ministry for Magic, the head Auror was pacing back and forth, angry and frustrated. He had effectively lost control of the situation and was under pressure, from the head of Magical Law Enforcement, to find Harry Potter and his two wives and bring them in under ‘protective custody’ at Hogwarts. Lynkenthrop’s recitation was spot-on in a number of respects. It was also very true that no one wanted to face seeing the Wizengamot try Harry Potter, the ‘chosen one’ and the ‘Boy who Lived’ for the deaths of three very stupid, reckless Order of the Phoenix members who should have known better than to attack the most powerful wizard of his age that the wizarding world had ever seen. Truth be told, those deaths were probably going to be swept under the rug once Voldemort was gone, but that was an inconvenient fact that no one wanted to talk about.

It was also true that the marriage to two women, like a bolt out of the blue, was extremely odd. Odd to the point that someone, he felt, was going to have to confront the Headmaster and find out exactly why such a union might have happened. All of the participants seemed to have been under age, for one, and secondly, it was inexplicable that the normally loquacious Goblins of Gringott’s Bank had mysteriously gone absolutely silent about Potter, his wives, and his inheritances. He knew they had, because he had asked Griphook about them personally. He could never think of a time when the Head Auror’s office wasn’t getting or had completely failed to get days or weeks worth of information about suspicious goings-on and possible signs of malfeasance on the part of members of the wizarding world, much less full cooperation in its investigations. In this case, the Goblins were not talking to anyone about anything. Maybe they don’t want to get involved? Or they’ve already picked a side and don’t want to announce that they’ve done so? The third thing – and the one he was focusing on – was the fact that Harry Potter had beaten Albus Dumbledore in a ‘heads-up’ full-speed, full-power duel. Albus Dumbledore had been acknowledged, for the last one hundred years or more, as the most powerful wizard alive. It was common knowledge that He-who-must-not-be-Named was afraid of Dumbledore. The conclusion that he was coming to was that one of two things were probably true: One - it was probably a phenomenonally bad idea to annoy Harry Potter. Having concluded that Harry was, at least apocryphally, the most powerful wizard in the wizarding world – he assumed that someone was going to have to be told. But whom? Two – if Harry did beat Dumbledore in a ‘heads-up’, full-on duel, and Harry’s not the wizard that everyone believes he is, then Dumbledore must be getting old and might be far frailer than had previously suspected.

There was a third possibility. It was that Harry was the wizard that everyone thought him to be and that he had, in fact, pulled his punches when he was dueling with Dumbledore – and therefore was even more dangerous than previously thought. There was reason to believe that this third possibility was the actual truth. Auror Tonks had been interrogated and she confirmed that she had been disarmed and rendered unconscious without magic. She had also had her wand taken from her by Potter. Most all run-of-the-mill bad-guys would have found that to be impossible. Also, there was an eyewitness who claimed that Potter killed the three Order members with a hail of cobblestones that he had summoned without a wand. If Potter had truly perfected or even was on his way to perfecting, wandless magic, it made him among the rarest of the rarest wizards. So much so that there were only three known wizards alive who were capable of significant feats of wandless magic: Dumbledore, He-who-must-not-be-Named, and Potter. The thought made the head Auror’s blood run very cold indeed.

At what seemed a very inopportune moment, Percy Weasely poked his head in the doorway of the Auror’s office. “Sir, the Minister for Magic would like to see you right away.”

Franklin Ignacious Beardslin was not used to being called to the Minister’s office. In fact, in the entire time that he had been on the job, Rufus Scrimgeour had only ever requested his presence once, and that was for tea and a getting-to-know-you meeting. Cornelius Fudge, the previous Minister for Magic had never invited him up for anything. That was the way he liked it. Anonymity was often better and easier on his nerves than notoriety. The fewer the people who knew his name, the better he slept at night. Anonymity meant that he was safe, or at least relatively so. The real truth of the matter is that Franklin Beardslin was a coward. He hated having to go out into the field with the Auror teams for high-profile arrests and he hated confrontation. So much so, in fact, that it was a wonder that he had ever become the head of the Auror Office. He would have been much better off in the Department of Mysteries, but his grades at Hogwarts were not stellar and he had completed only two NEWT’s and he had not gone on to wizarding university. In his darkest and most frightful moments, Franklin Beardslin admitted to himself that he wasn’t, in fact, a very good wizard after all, and that he really had no business being employed with the Ministry – but his father had worked for the Ministry in the Department of International Magical Cooperation, as a liaison with the Americans, and he had expected his only son to join the Ministry as well.

It was in this frame of mind that Franklin Beardslin acknowledged Percy Weasley’s request and gathered himself for the trek to Scrimgeour’s office. He just knew that it was going to be a long, long day. Whether he would still have his job by the end of it, he couldn’t say.
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“Beardslin? Come in, come in. I was just talking to the Muggle Prime Minister about the latest attacks upon the muggle town of Little Winging. Seems that the death eaters went and murdered Harry’s Aunt and Uncle and cousin. The dark mark was cast over the house and there was very little left of the place. We did the best we could to clean up or modify the memories of those who were witnesses, but we’re not certain that the obliviators got to everyone. That’s the problem. We can never be sure. It’s one of the things that makes this job such a headache.

Beardslin sat down, as he really had no other choice and to refuse would have been terribly impolite. He wished he were bringing good news, but there was nothing he could do about that. Part of the situation was the Ministry’s fault, anyway.

“Minister, before I begin, I want you to know that my assistant, Wendell Lynkenthrop, gave me a very thorough presentation not twenty minutes ago about the current situation. There are three important things that I must tell you: One: Harry Potter must be considered the most powerful wizard alive right now. We have eyewitnesses that testified to the fact that he beat Dumbledore in a full power, all-out duel. Harry apparently has learned Volo Voltum and can execute it better than any of the Aurors we currently employ, including the most senior hit-wizards. Two: The three Order of the Phoenix members who were killed were given three chances to back away from the confrontation with Harry and they didn’t take him seriously enough, and third, Harry was seen crying after he beat Dumbledore. It’s very clear that Harry loves the Headmaster as some kind of father figure or grandfather or something.
You also need to know that there is no current way to find out where the Potters are living. All of our potential sources of information support the Potters fully and are unlikely to be willing to divulge the Potters’ whereabouts. Potter’s wives are expecting sometime during the last week of April of next year or the first week of May. That does give us some time, but not a lot. As the Head of Magical Law Enforcement, I am advising you most strongly to leave them alone. When the children are born, there will be a gathering of the DA – Dumbledore’s Army – and various family members wherever the Potters are currently living. We may be able to obtain their location at that time. Right now, however, our priority should be protecting the magical community and the muggles as best we can against the worst excesses of the death eaters. There’s no way we can beat them, but we might be able to put a dent in their numbers until Potter is able to destroy He-who-must-not-be-Named.
Scrimgeour looked pensive as he took in Beardslin’s report. Finally, the Head Auror couldn’t take the silence any longer and said “Is there anything more that you need information about, sir? I believe I covered all of the points you asked for in your memo from yesterday.”

Scrimgeour looked at him and his face relaxed somewhat. “You’re doing your best, Beardslin, as we all are. I think you’ve covered all the bases for right now. Tell me one thing, though. What’s your opinion of Weasley.”

“Arthur Weasely, sir? He’s top-notch. Very professional. He really wants to do a good job and he goes at things with a tremendous zeal. He’s great to work with, if a touch defensive at times about his home life. He doesn’t want the Ministry to intrude on his family’s private time together. He’s extremely proud of his children and Molly is an accomplished witch herself.”

“What do you make of this business, then, of Arthur’s daughter…Virginia or Ginerva? is it?”
“Ginny, sir. That’s what she’s called”

“Oh yes, Ginny. Of course. Anyway, yes. It’s odd about that. I’ve tried to inquire about it and all I’ve gotten in reply was that it was a very hastily arranged ceremony because of a very old, nasty curse that was thrown at them. They had to marry and conceive within a 24-hour period. Apparently, Mr. Potter had a huge case of cold feet. Poor boy was completely innocent on his wedding night. I was just told yesterday that Madam Bones officiated at the ceremony and she said their bond was extraordinarily strong. Far stronger, in fact, than any other bond she had ever seen for youth that age. In fact, several of the witnesses at the wedding swore that they say the Nimbus lumens amor form around the three of them. Not only that, but there’s pretty good evidence that Harry performed the Credo pectus oris charm before the three of them were ‘officially’ bonded and that the charm worked. Plus, something else odd went on at the ceremony. I’m told that the young ladies, Hermione Potter and Ginny Potter exchanged vows and rings. If that’s the case, not only are their bonds unbreakable, but anyone who tried to do so might be killed outright.”

“Sir, that’s all news to me, but it completely tracks with what I’ve learned today and some of the things that I’ve theorized. I want you to know that I didn’t have an investigation ordered regarding the bonding ceremony because it seemed at the time that everything that happened was in keeping with the law and no one from the prosecutor’s office of the Wizengamot came to us with a complaint. I can’t say that I am at all surprised about what you’ve discovered. Apparently, Potter is usually at the center of whatever weird is going on at Hogwarts and comes up smelling like roses.”
“Well, that will be all for right now, Beardslin. Thank you for your hard work and thank your Assistant for me. He did an excellent job.”

“He’ll be pleased to hear you say that, sir. Thank you.”

With that, Beardslin took his leave. There was a tremendous amount for the Head Auror to contemplate. There had to be at least one book that could come out of all of this, he mused as he walked back to his office.