Harry Potter and the Demise of Dumbledore
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the Ministry, confrontations, and POP!
This one's a little longer than the others so far, but still kinda on the short side. But give me a break, I typed it after work today in like two hours off the top of my head. Just a little insight into how i write Harry, I'm writing him like myself to some extent (well maybe how i would like be)hence the sporadic use of some dry humor. The Harry we have seen so far is really just a front, which we see a bit of early in this chapter, he is portraying himself as the uber-confidant Aristocrat to those on the outside of his small circle. How long will we have to wait to see who is on the inside of that circle and who is left out? Depends how flattering your reviews are and how crazy my work schedule is as to when i can sit down to write again.
I own nothing, :( , J.K. Rowling is a F-ing GENIUS!!!!
Here we go!
Chapter 3: The Ministry, Confrontations, and POP!
It had been a long morning already for Harry. “Just a little while longer and I can let this façade drop,” Harry thought as he stepped, well stumbled rather, out of the floo at the MOM. As he walked towards the exit of the floo entrance lobby he was met once again with the magically activated cool female* voice asking for his name and the purpose for visit. “Harold James Evan Godric Potter, Lord of the Noble and Courageous House of Potter and the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, Order of Merlin First Class**, Hereditary member of the Wizengamot and Governor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Here to inquire with the MLE office and Magical Testing Office,” he stated formally before schooling his features to show only cool disinterest and retrieving the silver badge from the dispenser adjacent to the door frame and pinning it to the breast of his robes.
Stepping into the main atrium Harry approached the guard’s desk and presented his wand without prompting. The guard regarded him for a moment before quickly testing Harry’s wand. Standing and presenting the wand for Harry said with a proper bow saying, “Have a pleasant day Lord Potter, I believe you know your way to the lifts.”
Nodding simply in acknowledgement, Harry took his wand and walked down the bright marble corridor to the gold lifts. All of them were occupied some how, and Harry pressed the up button and turned his back looking out at the atrium down the corner. After a few minutes he could hear one of the lifts rattling down to him. He heard the bell and turned to face…
“Harry, my boy! Where have you been? You gave us all quite a scare!”
“My name is Harold, which you well know, but I would prefer you addressed me as Lord Potter, Headmaster.” He sneered the last word looking disdainfully at the goat fucker himself. “Where I have been, and where I go is my own business, and I would thank you to stay out of it for once. I have business to attend to, long overdue actually, since you neglected to inform me that I reached my legal majority on my 15th birthday. Why was that Professor? Were the galleons you stole from me too sweet to let go of? Or did you think that I would never figure it out?”
For once Dumblefuck looked like a fish out of water gasping for air. It seemed that the ever silver-tongued geezer had finally run out of smooth words.
“Now, do remove your person from my presence. I have things to attend to, and I would not want the stench of goats to permeate me!” Harry scoffed at the old man while pushing his way past him, and closing the gate on the lift. Pressing the desired button he slowly ascended further into the ministry.
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To say that Dumbledore was shocked would be an understatement. He felt like he had been drenched in ice cold water as he slumped his way into the atrium to the Apparation point. He was fucked, totally horribly fucked. “Perhaps it’s time to leak some damaging tidbits to the Prophet…” he thought vaguely.
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Having regained his composure in the lift, although Harry could still feel the cold rage burning in his veins, he stepped calmly into the Magical Law Enforcement office. Walking up to the receptionist’s desk he politely asked to speak to Madame Amelia Bones. The poor girl, Sarah something from Ravenclaw a few classes ahead of him if he remembered correctly, her eyes widened considerably as the boy, no young god, she could vaguely tell was the same scrappy poorly dressed savior of the Wizarding World she had seen in school asked to see her boss. She nodded overeagerly before almost stumbling over her chair in her acquiescence*** to the young Lord Potter’s request. She returned some moments later with Madame Bones in toe blushing slightly and avoiding Harry’s eyes. They were so much more intense now that they weren’t hidden behind those retched glasses he always wore in school.
Harry chuckled to himself when he saw the flustered girl return before turning to greet Madame Bones. “Good morning Madame, I am sorry to call on you without notice. I do hope this hasn’t interrupted anything, but I should only take a few moments of your precious time,” he said cordially.
“Not at all, Lord Potter. This way if you please,” she said, impressed with the thoughtfulness of the young man before her. Of course for Harry it was not thoughtfulness at all, simply a ploy to distract the woman. He didn’t care if see was working on the most important case to ever cross her desk, he would have his way. They walked through a small maze of Auror’s cubicles before entering her office. “I am surprised to see you this morning Lord,” She said while they sat, “What brings you to our offices this morning?”
“Well, I would like for you to discreetly open an inquiry into Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. I believe he has been embezzling large amounts of money from my inheritance since he took control of my guardianship. While I am aware that as my legal guardian he had that right until my majority, however he kept the fact that I reached said status nearly two years ago from me and continued lining his own pockets. I also have reason to suspect that he had a role in the false imprisonment and conviction of my late godfather, who would have assumed control of my guardianship if no one had interfered, in the deaths of my parents and the ‘murder‘ of Peter Pettigrew. Clearly now, after the body of that rat was recovered from the remnants of the Death Eater’s bodies after the Battle, it is foregone that he was not murdered at all, and it was he as my parents’ secret keeper, a fact Dumbledore was aware of, that betrayed them to Voldermort. I would also like him investigated for neglect pertaining to the numerous injuries I suffered both under his care while at Hogwarts and in the muggle home of the Dursley family which he placed me in as an infant.”
For the second time in only half an hour, Harry was once again faced with the fish out of water expression. After a few moments Madame Bones had composed herself once again. “Are you sure about all of this Lord? These are very serious accusations,” she said.
“Yes, and I will be willing to submit my memories of all of these occurrences to a pensive for examination and evidence at a later date. But for now, if it is possible, I would like you to take time and care while investigating the Headmaster. I have already taken action with the goblins to recover my lost money, so I am in no rush as of yet.”
“Very well, Lord Potter, we will get started on this immediately. Discretion shall be of the utmost priority until you would like us to move more openly on your behalf. Not even the Minister will know we are looking into the situation. Do try and have a pleasant remainder of the day.”
Shaking her hand, Harry got out of his chair and left a very flustered Amelia Bones to her work. When he entered the corridor, he felt like a large weight had been lifted from his stomach. Then he heard raised voices, what sounded like Minister Scrimgor and Draco Malfoy, from down the corridor and he went to investigate.
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“…You bloody fool, I was never a Death Eater!!! Far from it, this is ridiculous! Just ask Potter, he will tell you of my allegiances!”
“That is enough out of you, you insolent little puke! You may not have been Marked, but I know you served the Dark Lord- I said I was not to be…Harry?” the incredulous Minister for Magic stumbled out seeing Harry standing in the doorway with a look of contempt on his face.
Pulling himself up to his full height and squaring his shoulders against the lion like man in front of him, Harry stepped fully into the interrogation room. “That is quiet enough Minister! I insist you release Lord Malfoy this instant, he is a hero and the information he passed to me from his parents was invaluable in the war. You should be on your knees thanking him for the risks he took and his service in our struggle! And its Lord Potter to you Scrimgor. Lord Malfoy, if you please? I believe it is almost time for lunch would you care to join me at my villa?” Malfoy stood gracefully, his mask of indifference falling smoothly into place before sending the Minister a searing glare which was echoed by Harry. They calmly made there way to the lobby, Harry discarding his notion of taking the Apparation test. “Fuck it,” he thought, “let them try and do something.” With a small pop, the two richest, most influential teenagers in the Wizarding universe left the Ministry leaving a wave of incredulous stares in there wake.
TBC
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* I have no idea if the voice was written as female or not, that’s just how I seem to remember it when reading. I would have looked it up, but my copy of OOP is a couple thousand miles away from me right now.
** Harry received his Order of Merlin the morning after the Final Battle. (more about that in upcoming chapters
*** I just really wanted to use this word. A little quirk of mine if you will. There are just some words I love for no reason, pederast for example. The meaning is so negative, but it just flows of the tongue so well. Ah the joys of vocab!
A/N: This chapter’s gold star goes to thrnbrooke and Kat! Thanks for the great reward, they made my day after I got off work. I hadn’t even planned on writing anything today, but after I read your reviews I just found my self typing. And I agree Kat, Olivander is soo much better a character than most give him credit for, one of my favorite secondaries.
As always please Read and Review!!! I’m a review whore *blushes*
The best review will again get a cookie and a gold star by there name(s), plus a special treat! (MuWahaha!!)
I own nothing, :( , J.K. Rowling is a F-ing GENIUS!!!!
Here we go!
Chapter 3: The Ministry, Confrontations, and POP!
It had been a long morning already for Harry. “Just a little while longer and I can let this façade drop,” Harry thought as he stepped, well stumbled rather, out of the floo at the MOM. As he walked towards the exit of the floo entrance lobby he was met once again with the magically activated cool female* voice asking for his name and the purpose for visit. “Harold James Evan Godric Potter, Lord of the Noble and Courageous House of Potter and the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, Order of Merlin First Class**, Hereditary member of the Wizengamot and Governor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Here to inquire with the MLE office and Magical Testing Office,” he stated formally before schooling his features to show only cool disinterest and retrieving the silver badge from the dispenser adjacent to the door frame and pinning it to the breast of his robes.
Stepping into the main atrium Harry approached the guard’s desk and presented his wand without prompting. The guard regarded him for a moment before quickly testing Harry’s wand. Standing and presenting the wand for Harry said with a proper bow saying, “Have a pleasant day Lord Potter, I believe you know your way to the lifts.”
Nodding simply in acknowledgement, Harry took his wand and walked down the bright marble corridor to the gold lifts. All of them were occupied some how, and Harry pressed the up button and turned his back looking out at the atrium down the corner. After a few minutes he could hear one of the lifts rattling down to him. He heard the bell and turned to face…
“Harry, my boy! Where have you been? You gave us all quite a scare!”
“My name is Harold, which you well know, but I would prefer you addressed me as Lord Potter, Headmaster.” He sneered the last word looking disdainfully at the goat fucker himself. “Where I have been, and where I go is my own business, and I would thank you to stay out of it for once. I have business to attend to, long overdue actually, since you neglected to inform me that I reached my legal majority on my 15th birthday. Why was that Professor? Were the galleons you stole from me too sweet to let go of? Or did you think that I would never figure it out?”
For once Dumblefuck looked like a fish out of water gasping for air. It seemed that the ever silver-tongued geezer had finally run out of smooth words.
“Now, do remove your person from my presence. I have things to attend to, and I would not want the stench of goats to permeate me!” Harry scoffed at the old man while pushing his way past him, and closing the gate on the lift. Pressing the desired button he slowly ascended further into the ministry.
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To say that Dumbledore was shocked would be an understatement. He felt like he had been drenched in ice cold water as he slumped his way into the atrium to the Apparation point. He was fucked, totally horribly fucked. “Perhaps it’s time to leak some damaging tidbits to the Prophet…” he thought vaguely.
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Having regained his composure in the lift, although Harry could still feel the cold rage burning in his veins, he stepped calmly into the Magical Law Enforcement office. Walking up to the receptionist’s desk he politely asked to speak to Madame Amelia Bones. The poor girl, Sarah something from Ravenclaw a few classes ahead of him if he remembered correctly, her eyes widened considerably as the boy, no young god, she could vaguely tell was the same scrappy poorly dressed savior of the Wizarding World she had seen in school asked to see her boss. She nodded overeagerly before almost stumbling over her chair in her acquiescence*** to the young Lord Potter’s request. She returned some moments later with Madame Bones in toe blushing slightly and avoiding Harry’s eyes. They were so much more intense now that they weren’t hidden behind those retched glasses he always wore in school.
Harry chuckled to himself when he saw the flustered girl return before turning to greet Madame Bones. “Good morning Madame, I am sorry to call on you without notice. I do hope this hasn’t interrupted anything, but I should only take a few moments of your precious time,” he said cordially.
“Not at all, Lord Potter. This way if you please,” she said, impressed with the thoughtfulness of the young man before her. Of course for Harry it was not thoughtfulness at all, simply a ploy to distract the woman. He didn’t care if see was working on the most important case to ever cross her desk, he would have his way. They walked through a small maze of Auror’s cubicles before entering her office. “I am surprised to see you this morning Lord,” She said while they sat, “What brings you to our offices this morning?”
“Well, I would like for you to discreetly open an inquiry into Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. I believe he has been embezzling large amounts of money from my inheritance since he took control of my guardianship. While I am aware that as my legal guardian he had that right until my majority, however he kept the fact that I reached said status nearly two years ago from me and continued lining his own pockets. I also have reason to suspect that he had a role in the false imprisonment and conviction of my late godfather, who would have assumed control of my guardianship if no one had interfered, in the deaths of my parents and the ‘murder‘ of Peter Pettigrew. Clearly now, after the body of that rat was recovered from the remnants of the Death Eater’s bodies after the Battle, it is foregone that he was not murdered at all, and it was he as my parents’ secret keeper, a fact Dumbledore was aware of, that betrayed them to Voldermort. I would also like him investigated for neglect pertaining to the numerous injuries I suffered both under his care while at Hogwarts and in the muggle home of the Dursley family which he placed me in as an infant.”
For the second time in only half an hour, Harry was once again faced with the fish out of water expression. After a few moments Madame Bones had composed herself once again. “Are you sure about all of this Lord? These are very serious accusations,” she said.
“Yes, and I will be willing to submit my memories of all of these occurrences to a pensive for examination and evidence at a later date. But for now, if it is possible, I would like you to take time and care while investigating the Headmaster. I have already taken action with the goblins to recover my lost money, so I am in no rush as of yet.”
“Very well, Lord Potter, we will get started on this immediately. Discretion shall be of the utmost priority until you would like us to move more openly on your behalf. Not even the Minister will know we are looking into the situation. Do try and have a pleasant remainder of the day.”
Shaking her hand, Harry got out of his chair and left a very flustered Amelia Bones to her work. When he entered the corridor, he felt like a large weight had been lifted from his stomach. Then he heard raised voices, what sounded like Minister Scrimgor and Draco Malfoy, from down the corridor and he went to investigate.
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“…You bloody fool, I was never a Death Eater!!! Far from it, this is ridiculous! Just ask Potter, he will tell you of my allegiances!”
“That is enough out of you, you insolent little puke! You may not have been Marked, but I know you served the Dark Lord- I said I was not to be…Harry?” the incredulous Minister for Magic stumbled out seeing Harry standing in the doorway with a look of contempt on his face.
Pulling himself up to his full height and squaring his shoulders against the lion like man in front of him, Harry stepped fully into the interrogation room. “That is quiet enough Minister! I insist you release Lord Malfoy this instant, he is a hero and the information he passed to me from his parents was invaluable in the war. You should be on your knees thanking him for the risks he took and his service in our struggle! And its Lord Potter to you Scrimgor. Lord Malfoy, if you please? I believe it is almost time for lunch would you care to join me at my villa?” Malfoy stood gracefully, his mask of indifference falling smoothly into place before sending the Minister a searing glare which was echoed by Harry. They calmly made there way to the lobby, Harry discarding his notion of taking the Apparation test. “Fuck it,” he thought, “let them try and do something.” With a small pop, the two richest, most influential teenagers in the Wizarding universe left the Ministry leaving a wave of incredulous stares in there wake.
TBC
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* I have no idea if the voice was written as female or not, that’s just how I seem to remember it when reading. I would have looked it up, but my copy of OOP is a couple thousand miles away from me right now.
** Harry received his Order of Merlin the morning after the Final Battle. (more about that in upcoming chapters
*** I just really wanted to use this word. A little quirk of mine if you will. There are just some words I love for no reason, pederast for example. The meaning is so negative, but it just flows of the tongue so well. Ah the joys of vocab!
A/N: This chapter’s gold star goes to thrnbrooke and Kat! Thanks for the great reward, they made my day after I got off work. I hadn’t even planned on writing anything today, but after I read your reviews I just found my self typing. And I agree Kat, Olivander is soo much better a character than most give him credit for, one of my favorite secondaries.
As always please Read and Review!!! I’m a review whore *blushes*
The best review will again get a cookie and a gold star by there name(s), plus a special treat! (MuWahaha!!)