P.I.S.S.O.F.F.
Ch 12
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"I was told, that Bones had tried to make Friends with me our First Year, but was told that I had no interest in more friends. When she approached on the Pretense of Heir Bones to Heir Potter, she was told House Potter was not interested."
The twins gasped.
"Where do you get off Speaking for House Potter?" Harry growled.
Headmaster Black stiffened, only to be caught by Lupin's hand on his shoulder.
"Harry… I was told that you needed to be kept… away from others. That they would use you for your Fame and Power." Ron wailed
"Mister Weasley." Harry lost all his warmth in his voice.
"Dumbledor." Ron all but shouted. "He came to the Burrow, talked with Mum, a few days before our first day on the Train. Mum called me in, and told me that the Headmaster had something for me to do." He licked his lips, "I was to find you on the train, and keep close. I was to guide you into being the right and proper wizard you are today."
"But I am not." Harry hissed, seething in a cold rage. "I have been lied to, isolated, and abused. I have been robbed, used, and exploited. I have been trespassed, assaulted, and slandered. Of the three people that could correct this issue, only one is in our House, and he, no doubt, was told to keep his nose to himself or he would end feeding his beloved plants. Or is there another reason Longbuttom never told me about House Potter?"
Ron drew back into the sofa, fear in his eyes. "The Headmaster…"
"And what gives him the Right to decide that about me?"
"But He is Albus Dumbledor." Ron said, like that was the End all.
"Well Mister Weasley, if you were not of the Red and Gold, you have the makings of the Yellow and Black. Please tell that bearded Goat molester, that he has cost you, and cost you dearly. We will only talk once more, after School has ended for the year. I have made a promise, so I will see it paid in full, if you keep up your end. Please tell your Mother, I say thank you, but I will be looking after myself from now on."
"Harry…"
"You will address me as Lord Potter, until I tell you otherwise." Harry stood. "You have a promise to keep, which means you need to get to work on your studies. With Granger now in White, You are going to be very busy. Maybe even too busy for Chess." He turned, and with everyone dressed in White on his heels, Exited the tower.
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Saemus came down the stairs to see if Potter was still there. Seeing just Ron sitting in front of the fireplace, he turned and yelled up the stairs, "All clear!"
The Common room was flooded with students, as they swarmed the Captain of the House Team. Ron, paler than what is healthy for a ginger, stood, and tottered up to his room, to hide in his bed. Maybe things would be better in the Morning.
Angela called the House to order, "Okay everybody." she called out once the noise had dropped down, "Weasley needs to get his head on straight. We just lost three of our Alpha-team. That means that Beta-team now has holes that need to be filled. If you want to try out for those positions, be on the pitch at eight am saturday."
"Who made you acting Captain?" McLaggen demanded from the back of the room.
"Potter and Weasley." Spinnet smirked at the fifth year, "With Potter gone, and Weasley fighting to clear his head, I am the most senior member of this team. I was approached by McGonagall for the spot, but offered it to Potter as he was the one to bring back the Season. Potter told Weasley to refill those gaps, and as he is unable to declare time and date of the tryouts, I will." her smile turned into a glare, "If you even try to take Captaincy, I will have McGonagall remove you from the team. Permanently!"
Dean spoke up, "We might have lost Potter, Jordan, and the Twins. But before they left, Seamus and I were given a chest. Tonight we toast to our lost Riders," a mild cheer rose, "We toast our New Riders with their Sweet Rides!" the cheer this time was louder, "and we will toast to our coming Victory!" the cheer was almost deafening. "But most importantly, We Toast to Potter, and the Institute! Tonight we get PISSED!" the cheer shook the rafters.
The 'Chest' turned out to be a massive trunk filled with Butterbeer, chilled just right, and two bottles of Ogdens, earmarked for the seventh years. The party lasted until the wee hours of the morning, and no one in scarlet was seen the next day, other than Ron, as he stuffed his face at the Gryffindor table.
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In the Teacher's Lounge, the Heads minus Snape and Dumbledor, sat around the table with Madam Hooch, cooing over the new School Brooms. Lord Potter had bought 80 cleansweep 260s. While they were not the top of the line, they were a decent base broom for training the First years, and as Lord Potter had bought in bulk, they were a better buy.
Flitwick was bouncing in his chair, as Sprout chuckled.
"So, even after he leaves your House, He moves to keep the Cup in your office." Hooch, stroked one of the Brooms on the table, "But not before buying the school a whole School of 260s, and demanding that I use them, instead of the relics that the Headmaster says are 'serviceable'."
"He Leaves Hogwarts, as WE already had a Champion, and the Rules state one Champion per School, and even if he is bound to participate, He will not bring disHonor to our Door." Pomona smiled at her Friend Minneriva, "Your cub is showing traits of all Four Houses."
"Cunning of the greatest of Slytherien, Honor and Bravery of the Legends of Gryffindor, a deep Wisdom of Ravenclaw, and a Loyalty only seen in Pomona's Burrow, when the rest of the School is too busy to notice." Chirped Filius, as he stood on his chair, "How you beat us to Him, I will never understand."
"When He sat under me, only two Houses were fully in contention." the Sorting hat spoke from a shelf over looking the Lounge. "Slytherin and Gryffindor. While he had the traits for either of the other Houses, he had been beaten down by his Muggle Relations." the hat twitched, "I am pushing my limits on saying this, but Potter was not well treated as a child. His inquisitive mind was hobbled as was his 'Loyalty to Others'. His Cunning and Bravery warred with one another, and his Request of 'Not Slytherin' ended him in the House of the Foolhardy." the brim mimicked a frown, "That and his parents were Lions. The Headmaster had tried to push my Decision, but the Choice was already in the Boy's head."
McGonagall just nodded. "And he takes the Twins and Jordan with him, so I can sign them out, and not have to pull out my greying hair when they act up." She grinned evilly, "They are now Headmaster Black's responsibility. I am sorry he took Granger, but she is the only one to keep those 'Boys' inline. The Headmaster included."
The Teachers that had Black as a student chuckled, before calling it a night.
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In the Headmaster's Office, Albus was grumbling to himself, as His plans for the Potter brat unraveled all over the place. First the Brat shows a spark of independence, Taking up Black's Cause. Than he shows a spark of intelligence and cunning, as he revealed during the Welcoming feast, in leveraging Malfoy to return the Quiditch season for the school. Now he has broken away from Hogwarts completely, and Wedged Black into the spotlight, where the Ministry could not touch him.
Then his thoughts turned to dinner, and what was revealed there; "*Yes, Cissy was the only Daughter." Harry reached out and patted Draco on the shoulder, "But before he passed, Lord Arcturus named His Eldest GrandSon his Heir. While Orion had disowned the lad, publicly, Lord Black had quietly named him Heir, and wrote the Wills to prove it. He Allowed Lord Malfoy to proxy for him as he could not abide the collective stupidity of the Ministry. His words. Now, while Sirius never took up the Ring, he was Heir and then Lord Black as the Ministry never gave him a trial. When He was named my Godfather, he had named me Heir to 'all that he owned'. With the death of Lord Arcturus in '91, Sirius became Lord, unclaimed. When the Bastardly Mutt decided to dodge the duties of the Head Of House, by passing it onto His heir." Harry paused as he watched Draco's eyes as he followed the trail laid before him.
So Harry was now of Age, and was holding two Lordships, and now Witches of Two Houses were moving to lock in their claim on Potter. Once the witches wrote home, and their Heads came involved. First Greengrass and then Bones… there was trouble on that front. Albus Needed to get Potter back under his 'Control'.
He turned to his Pensive, to review the Last Week.
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In the Snake Den, Girls Dorm.
The Greengrass sisters, Tracy Davis, Pansy Parkinson and her 'Goon', Millicent Bulstrode, were gathering to discuss the Shifting power tides in the School.
"So let me get this straight," Pansy frowned, "Potter is now Lord of Both Potter and Black? Because Headmaster Black never had a trial thirteen years ago, and when Potter came of Age, due to his Name being pulled from the Goblet, the Son of a Bitch, dodged to the title, leaving his heir to take the Ring. You are Contracted to Lord Potter, both by Heiress to Potter, and Black by Name, from Lord Malfoy, trying to get you over a barrel for Draco."
"Basically." Daphne nodded. "I either pass the title to Tori, here, or buy a skip."
Tracy snorted, "Not only is Headmaster Black, an Arse, dodging his responsibilities, but claims not only was his Mother a true Bitch and Hag…" she giggled, "but is a Dog too. Like McGonagall is a cat."
The three witches' who did not meet with Black lost control of their faces. "Calls his mum a Bitch and a Hag?" the mass of Muscle known as Milli, muttered.
"Can he teach us?" Tori bounced in her seat.
"Wait." Pansy muttered to herself for a minute. "Potter holds Black, this means almost everything Malfoy boasted these last three years is now…" her eyes lock with Daphne's, "Full of shit!"
"What is worse, Potter said something at Dinner, that has been nagging at my brain. 'We are going with the Older Daughter of Black.' Tori pouted, "But aren't there only two sisters? Narcissa who married Malfoy and her younger sister, who was a follower of You-Know-Who?"
Pansy frowed, "No. There were three of them, and they ruled these Dorms, if not the whole school. My mom ran with them. The Eldest married a muggleborn, just after taking her NEWTs. Her Father had to disown her."
"And Potter returns her to the Fold." Daphne nodded, "His Mother was a muggleborn, as is his best friend." She smirked. "I received two contracts today, as I told you. I am contracted to Potter, as the Heiress, as a wife. I can buy a Skip, or pass the Title to Tori. There is a Line Continuation clause." she passed a scroll to Tori. "But Black, no, Lord Malfoy named me personally, and I am only a concubine." She passed a second scroll to Pansy. "Looks like Malfoy was trying to get his hands on my House, without tying himself to Greengrass."
"That sounds like something Luci would try." Tracy snorted as read the scroll over Astoria's shoulder. "My question is how he got your Father to sign."
"I think Father was in dire need, and knew that Malfoy was not Lord Black, nor the rightful Lord's rep." Daphne pulled her lap desk close, as she selected an Owl quill from her own owl. Dipping it in the inkwell on her lap desk, she penned out a letter to her Father. "Headmaster Black is taking Tracy and I. Malfoy is going to try something stupid, if only to save Face. I would ask Tori to join us, but I feel that as a second year, it would be better and safer if she went home. Black, from Mother's stories, is an overgrown child sorted into Gryffindor, and will only have Granger and Lupin keeping him in line, while the Weasley Twins and Potter are learning from them. Tracy and I can join Lovegood and Granger in learning from a book in whatever subjects we desire. Now, Tori could learn by the same method, but I think Mother would prefer to teach her. But I need her out of these Dorms. Pansy has the Brains and clout to hold her own, and Milli can bitch-slap any wizard who tries anything, but Tori would be a target for the collective stupidity that is the Pureblood Faction in our House."
"Ahmen." Milli grunted.
"So, I get to Run the 'Snake Pit', unopposed ?" Pansy scrunched up her nose.
"The Carrow twins…" Daphne reread her letter, "But yeah."
"You get Potter, both ways, and I am to share the 'Pit' with the Twins and Milli?
"Unless you can talk your Father and Black into you joining PISSOFF," Tracy snorted as she said the name, "But then you are leaving the 'Pit' to the twins… and Malfoy."
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Bones sat on her bed, twirling the scroll from the Goblins, in her hands.
"Okay. spill." Hannah grumped from her bed across the room.
"Potter."
"The prissy pretty boy?" Abbot sat up.
"No, Not Malfoy." Susan tossed the scroll at Hannah. "It seems that my advances were not rebuffed by Potter but by a guard dog. A guard dog, he knew nothing about."
"You gonna believe that shite?" The Honey-blonde read the scroll.
"On behalf of House Bones, I must." the busty redhead stood to pull off her robes, "Which is why my besty is gonna be at my side, when I meet with him." Standing in her lacy panties and half bra.
"Oh, why would she do that?" the blushing blond badgered back, as she too slipped out of her robes.
"Who better to watch my back, then the slut grabbing my ass?" Sue sneered at her roommate, just before she pounced, driving both girls, giggling, onto the bed
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She grunted as she awoke… right back where she started.
"Good evening, Deloris." a rumbling voice addressed her from the cell's doorway. Turning her blurry eyes to the speaker, she saw the Head Auror sitting in a wooden chair, reading a Prophet, a teapot and cup hovering at his elbow. "Be a dear, won't you, and tell us who let you out this morning."
"Do your job, Rufus, and get me out of here!" Deloris Demanded, completely ignoring the Auror's question "I have Ministry Work to do."
"What work?" the paper was folded, and tucked under his arm, "Between what went down at Hogwarts, and in the Alley, Fudge has fired you, with prejudgediss I might add, and is washing his hands of everything."
"Fudge would never…" the sweet toned voice carried a hint of whine.
Rufus looked at her, before grinning as he unfolded the newspaper to show her the front page.
LORD POTTER-BLACK ATTACKED BY MINISTRY SPOKESWITCH
FUDGE FACES INQUIRY , PLEADS INNOCENCE
'IT WAS ALL UMBRIDGE!'
"NO!" the frog faced fanatic flailed at the bars of her cell. "I am just doing my Damn Job!"
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An*; Albus is 'reading between the Lines', hearing more than is said, seeing more than is shown, ect.
Slytherien has apartments 'under the lake' as befitting minor Lords and Ladies in training/waiting.
Hufflepuff has dual bed studios just off the Kitchen…
As you are exploring this world with me, ask if there is something you want me to examine more in depth.