Harry Potter and The Rise of the Grey Lords

Standard disclaimer; I do not own or claim any rights of ownership to the world of Harry Potter or the characters portrayed within it. I can only thank a brilliant original author J.K Rowling for allowing us to play in her world.

Summary: At the end of Harry's 3rd year, Sirius is kissed by the Dementor's and Harry learns some unbelievable truths. He gains some unusual and powerful allies that set him on a very different path.

There will be Dumbledore, Hermione, Weasley's and Ministry bashing.

Intelligent, powerful, political, Lord Harry. Not much here is cannon from the end of 3rd year and will concetrate on the ruthless use of political, positional and economic power.

AN: This chapter has been edited and some changes have been made and characters cut. (Edited 26thJan)

Prologue October 2005

It is a beautiful Autumn morning as 25 year old Lord Aries (Ari) Jamille Chambord-Peverall-Potter-Black, Duc de Bordeaux, Earl of Radnor, Hereford and Shropshire, heir of Slytherin and Griffindor and the youngest Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, stands on the balcony of his bedroom in his favourite home high over the Gironde River where the Garonne and Dordogne merge . As he stands there the early morning mist is rising above the swirling river below and the first rays of sunlight are beginning to make an appearance to the east, it really is the best time of day to view this breathtaking vista. Even after living in this home for 4 months of the year for the last twelve years he has never tired of this view, the feeling of peace and contentment that it engenderes in him. Behind him on their huge king size bed still asleep are his three beautiful wives.

Hearing a faint noise behind him, he reluctantly and quietly turned to room and closed the doors to keep the early morning chill off 'his beauties' as he affectionately called them. Another faint noise caused him to turn to meet the beautiful aquamarine eyes framed as they were by long dark golden eyelashes of his veela wife the Lady Fleur Appoline Delacour-Peverall-Chambord, the Duchesse de Bordeaux, Countess of Radnor, Comtesse de Grasse, Master Warder, Master Duellist and occasional fashion model.

At 5ft 8in tall with long smooth silver blonde hair, classically perfect features and a perfect toned 34C 22 34 figure. She was still as perfect as she was 10 years ago when she was 17 and he a bumbling 15 year old clueless teen. She was smoothly muscled with flawless smooth lightly tanned skin despite the birth of their son Jamille Louis, Viscount Lamarque 2 years ago. She was the personification of female allure and beauty, even more luminous at the moment 2 months into her second pregnancy.

Before she could ask the question he saw in her still sleep glazed eyes there was movement from beside her.

The Lady Susan Amelia Bones-Potter Countess of Hereford, Baroness Bones, Potions Master and the creator of the Lycanthropy cure opens her bright sparkling deep blue eyes framed by thick curling sooty black eyelashes and smiled sleepily at him. At 5ft 6in Susan was the shortest of his wives with a mane of untameable deep auburn hair that framed her face with natural cork screw curls. Her skin had a pale translucency only seen on true redheads. She has a triangular face, with small straight nose, slightly pointed chin, deep pink lips that appeard to be permanently smiling and mischievous she was quite simply gorgeous especially with her usual figure of 32D 22 33. Ari had to smile at her as she struggled to sit up which at 8 month pregnant was almost impossible without assistance; she was the vision of a fallen angel. She was quite simply irresistible and the epitome of innocent charm and delicate femininity. Before he could move forward to help her up a giggle was heard from next to her and he met the deep violet sultry eyes of his final wife.

The Lady Daphne Marie Greengrass-Black, Countess of Shropshire, Baroness Greenwitch, Master Healer and Charms Mistress. She was the tallest of his wives at 5ft 9in, her blue black hair fell in silky waves around her aristocratic beautiful oval shaped face with her almond shaped eyes almost obscured by long equally black eyelashes, high cheek bones and full red pouty lips completed the picture. Her 36DD 24 36 figure only more womanly following the birth of her daughter, the 18 month old princess of the family Lady Carina Luna Black, Baroness Blackstock. Daphne was quite simply the ultimate in female seduction.

One thing they all had in common was their intelligence, magical power and uncompromising love for their husband and mate.

They were known to the international wizarding world as the 'Three Graces' for their beauty, intelligence, power, accomplishments and loyalty.

All three of them looked at their husband wondering why he was awake at 7am on a Sunday and drinking in the sight of him as he stood highlighted in the early morning light, dressed only in a pair of black silk pyjama bottoms there was no trace of the bespectacled, scrawny, abused and disillusioned boy that had been known as Harry Potter. Except his eyes….those beautiful emerald green eyes which shone with love, confidence, intelligence, cunning and overwhelming power.

No, there was little trace of cute little Harry Potter in Aries Jamille Chambord Potter Black. The man who stood looking at them was the definition of male grace, elegance and beauty. He stood 6ft 3in tall with broad shoulders, tapering to narrow waist and hips with powerful thighs and drool worthy buttocks. He was sleekly muscled and gave the impression of leashed power and grace. The more wary and knowledgeable would recognise him as an apex predator. Which indeed he was in his animagus form of a black Leopard. His hair once a rats nest now hung in jet black waves to cover his shoulders, framing his face which took the best of his three parents; James' mouth, Sirius' high cheekbones and aristocratic look together with Lily's large almond shaped eyes and straight nose. When put together they gave a male beauty that was too refined to be called handsome but too masculine to be thought effeminate. Overall he was a reflection of his heritage and the most powerful wizard in the world.

As the first awake and more orientated than her sister wives Fleur pushed her hair out of her eyes and asked the question first 'Ari, what wrong? Why are you up so early?'

With a smile he replied 'Just observing my beauties and catching the sunrise. I have some outstanding paperwork to do for the Gnomes before the little beasties get up. Go back to sleep my loves. I do need to get this done then we will take the beasties riding while Susy rests '.

Fleur just huffed and looked a bit put out but kept quiet rather than admit that her son Jamille Louis was the beastie his doting daddy called him, instead she snuggled back down pulling Susan into her arms. The feisty Daphne however was not as restrained 'Aries Potter-Black my daughter is not a beastie'.

He laughed and smiled the cheeky smile, James Potters smile and responded 'No my darling your daughter Lady Carina Black is the beautiful, polite, well behaved Black Princess. My daughter Cari, however is a wilful, scheming, manipulative, conniving little witch…. In short a beastie'.

Daphne tried to fight it but a smile tugged at her lips, she couldn't be angry with him for long so with a sigh she lay back and snuggled into the other side of Susan before 'I have to agree, but its your own fault. Can't you say no to her just once?'

The shock, panic and disbelief on his face were evident 'S… no to my baby girl' he gulped 'she cries and she looks at me with tears in her eyes and she's so beautiful' he really sounded appalled at the thought of saying no to his little princess.

Daphne sighed and snuggled in closer ' You are a whimp, I'll talk to her later darling go get your work done or get in here and start making a brother for her'.

He looked tempted by the thought and his eyes suddenly flared with passion, but it died as he remembered what he was thinking of before his Beauties woke up. 'Later my loves, get some rest and I'll see you at lunch'.

After following his morning routine he waved his hand drying his hair and tying it back in its usual loose low tail.

Following a quick breakfast of croissants and preserves he sighed and waved to his elf . 'Thank you Jules, I will be in my study until lunch. Please see that I am not disturbed'. With coffee in hand Aries sat down in his chair in what was a magical version of a comfortable executive office.

The sigh that escaped him was one of pleasure and contentment as the chair moulded to him and he looked around the room that his maternal grandfather had once managed his estate and job as the Head of the French Department of Law Enforcement from.

With a smile playing around his lips he looked at the picture of his wives and children and closest friends taken a month ago and looked at his children his princess Carina who was the image of her mother except for his eyes, she was being hugged by her godmother Luna Malfoy and tugging on the back of her godfather the new Minister of Magic Neville Coker Longbottoms robes whilst his wives Pansy and Astoria laughed at her, while desperately holding onto their sons Franklin and Louis .

Jamille again looked just like his mother, except his silvery blond hair was just as untameable as his grandfathers had been, he also had the vivid emerald green Chambord eyes. In the photo the little demon was trying to run away, whilst, he was being held back by his godfather Draco from getting into any more trouble, he was laughing and holding out his hands to his godmother Hanna Abbott-Zabini to rescue him.

Stood looking on her husband Blaise who had a similar grip on his godson Scorpius Malfoy who wanted to go back to causing mayhem with his cousin and best friend Jamie.

Ari himself was stood with his arm around his pregnant pocket venus Susan and Daphne and Fleur talked to Anthony Goldstein and his wife Gabrielle Delacour-Goldstein.

Between them himself as Chief Warlock, Neville as Minister, Draco as Head of the DMLE, Blaise as Head of Finance and Anthony as the new Chief of the Department of Justice they essentially ran Britain and the vast majority of the Magical economy in Europe and the Commonwealth. Their ladies ran Hogwarts (the board of governors), the press and Wizarding Wireless, St Mungos and society.

All of them had come a long way from clueless teens who had banded together to ensure their survival by overthrowing a corrupt system and shaping a world secure from graft, incompetent politician's, non-magical threats and Dark Lords.

Now they were known as 'the Young Bloods'; all purebloods or fullbloods, magically powerful with most of them having magical creature blood, wealthy, intelligent, hard-working, ambitious, primary heirs to old titled noble families, physically attractive, charismatic and above all ruthless.

Aries acknowledged that his life was good as he sat in the comfortable sun drenched study in his mothers' childhood home. As his eyes moved on from the party he had held a month ago they passed over the special golden perch of his companion for over 11 years the majestic Fire Phoenix, Pol. She was currently nestled in ashes in the special tray under her perch, having undergone a burning day yesterday. Looking up his eyes fell on the magical portrait of his paternal Great, Great Grandfather Lord Phineas Nigellus Black, Runes Master, Headmaster of Hogwarts, Earl of Shropshire and the sneakiest bastard since his ancestor Salazar Slytherin to ever grace Slytherin House.

This was the portrait of arguably his most important ancestor and in many ways his mentor and role model. He was the paternal Great Grandfather of both James Charles Potter- Baron Brockhampton and Sirius Orion Black- Baron Shrewsbury his fathers, who were both the husbands of and magically bound to his mother Liliane Angelique Chambord- Duchesse of Bordeaux, Vicomptesse de Lamarque.

Unfortunately, no portraits existed of his parents', they had not had time before they were murdered 2 of then at the age of 21 and the third at the age of 35 after 12 years of unlawful imprisonment without a trial.

As he sat sipping his coffee he allowed himself the indulgence of remembering how the path to his current life had started, almost 11 and half years ago in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Things would have been so different for them all had it not been for the help of a semi sentient magical building, a free house elf, a Fire Phoenix and the magical painting of his ancestor.

Chapter 1.

Hogwarts School Second floor Corridor May 14th 1994

It was 10:30 on the morning of May 14th 1994 as a student walked along the corridor heading for of all places the out of order girls' bathroom on the second floor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The most distinguishing feature of this student (apart from a mop of unruly black hair) was the picture of absolute misery and despair that he presented contrasting with the waves of angry magic which seem to pulse from him at an ever increasing rate.

Who was this student? Who was displaying such conflicting emotions as despair and extreme anger? He was in fact probably the only teenager immediately recognisable to every witch and wizard in the English speaking magical world (and most of the none English speaking). Namely, 13 year old Harry James Potter- Griffindor 3rd year student, the boy who lived, defeater of the Dark Lord Voldemort, saviour of the Philosophers Stone, Slayer of Basilisks, Parselmouth, son of Lily and James Potter- deceased and most recently godson of Sirius Orion Black- murdered today by Dementors Kiss due to the connivance of Severus Snape, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley, on the orders of Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic and Albus Dumbledore- too many titles, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and his headmaster.

These latter two had murdered his innocent godfather, his last link with his parents the person who should have raised him from the time his parents died.

Just an hour after he had been given a vision of a home and the life he should have had with his Godfather eg. free from slavery, abuse, hatred and bigotry he that was all he had ever experienced at the Dursley's house. He refused to call No 4 Privet Drive his home it had never been his home. It was his prison where he was serving 'hard' time for a reason or reasons he did not comprehend.

Oh not to forget the Head Bastard Dumblefork said it was the only place he was safe from people who wished him harm. Anyway having just been given a glimpse of his dearest dream coming true it had been snatched from him.

Sirius was dead, an innocent man, his godfather and the first person he could remember saying they loved him and were proud of him, was murdered. Sirius had just told him that there was something very important he had to tell him. He had just said 'Ari, I'm not just your guardian and your parents best friend, I'm…' when The Grease Ball aka Snape and blown the door of the Shrieking Shack off and had stunned and bound an innocent man and dragged him away whist his own so called friends had tackled him to the floor, taken his wand and stopped him going after Snape. It was the last he saw him he had been murdered within 15 minutes of Snape dragging him away.

He now needed somewhere where he would not be disturbed so he could think and plan what he was going to do when school finished in a months time. At the moment his thoughts were going from despair at Sirius' murder, to a new intense dislike and disdain for his so called friends Hermoine (know-it-all) Granger and Ronald (jealous bastard) Weasley.

They had both told him that Sirius was a murderer and deserved to die. Oh and he had only just met the man so why was he upset. He had tried to explain what Sirius had told him to back up his innocence, in the time they talked before he had been captured by a gleeful Snape and since Xmas when he had been meeting him secretly. His 'friends' would not listen. He had tried to explain how he had felt an instant connection with Sirius and how his instincts were screaming at him that he could trust him. They told him he had been confunded.

At this point he gave up, told the both to FO, that any friendship they may have had was at an end and after grabbing his wand from the Weasel he left them without another word.

Harry knew that what they were saying was not true. His mind could not be manipulated and Sirius had not had a wand. Before his first year he had returned to Diagon Alley and had purchased (among other things) a rather expensive gold chain to wear that was charmed to deflect any mind manipulation (except the imperious curse), from any source including potions and neutralise any poisons or harmful substances he might be given. On a number of occasions he had felt the chain vibrate indicating a mind charm hitting him but none of them had worked or a rush of magic sometimes when he was drinking his orange juice at breakfast.

Why did little naïve Harry Potter take these measures you may ask? Well despite appearances to the contrary Harry Potter was not the average student he portrayed. He would not have survived at the Dursley's if he wasn't cunning and intelligent, after all there was a reason the hat was so set on him going to Slytherin. However, he had seen very quickly what the magical world expected him to be like and had decided to give them the Harry Potter they expected. It was also evident that he had enemies in this new world and it was only prudent to be prepared.

He had reasoned that it was much easier to hide who he was and prevent any suspicions about him if people saw what they expected see. In this way he was able to study ahead and in all of the elective subjects, whilst giving the impression of being mediocre. He had learnt that he did not really have to worry about grades until his 5th year and his OWL exams, which he could have passed now with high grades if he was allowed. However, he figured by the time he had to show his true level of knowledge and intelligence he would have a plan of how to deal with any fallout. It looked like his time scale would have to be moved up two years, he had to leave soon.

As he walked his despair over Sirius and his newly developed hatred of his former friends gave way to a far more primitive emotion. By far the strongest and dominant emotion he was experiencing was a deep fury and rage at Dumbledore and Fudge. This was even deeper than his hatred of Voldemort and his relatives. All he could think about was getting away from Hogwarts and going somewhere he could learn enough to destroy the individuals and the society that could see an innocent man spend 12 years in hell and then sanction his murder. It was blatantly obvious that they expected him to believe it was for his own safety and continue to be their hero.

That was not going to happen. With a sudden focus, he estimated he had today and most of tomorrow before he was summoned to the headmasters' office to be told what he was supposed to feel and do now. He really needed to get to the chamber so no one could find him and start planning his escape.

As he was entering the bathroom a sudden popping sound caused him to turn around. A squeaky 'Master Harry Potter Sir?' had him stopping to look down at the little elf he had made friends with over the last year 'Oh Dobby what are you doing here?'

The little elf looked up at Harry and pulled his ear before responding 'Master Harry must be coming with Dobby. Hoggy Warts she said you is needing to hear the Dumbles and Bossy Know It All. Hoggy Warts She is telling Dobby that Harry Potter sir must not be seen but needs to listen to his bad friends or Harry Potter sir could die'. He started to grab Harry then and try to drag him down the corridor.

'But Dobby they are not my friends any more and the Headmaster has done a very bad thing' Harry Explained.

The little elf was now crying and still holding on to his hand 'Dobby is knowing about Harry Potter sirs dogfather. You must come Hoggy Warts she is telling Dobby he must bring yous to listen to Dumbles and the not friends'.

Harry considered this for a second and shrugged, he had often had the impression that the castle was trying to tell him something and he might gain information to help him destroy the Old Bastard.

With that he pulled his invisibility cloak out of his pocket and threw it over himself and Dobby and said 'Ok Dobby, take me where Hogwarts wants me to go…..but I must warn you Dumbles can often see through this cloak'.

Dobby clicked his fingers and waved his hand over Harry before saying 'You is not being seen now Harry Potter sirs magic is hidden now' and with another pop both elf and student vanished to reappear silently hidden behind a bookcase in the Headmasters office.

What very few knew anymore was when the founders built Hogwarts they had infused a huge amount of their magic into the building. The aim of this was to power the wards to protect the school and its pupils and especially those of their own blood lines from harm, be it external or internal. Again when the founders including Salazar who was much maligned gave the last of their magic to power the castle and its wards.

The continuous use of magic over the millennia the castle had stood had continued to strengthen and imbue it with magic to the point where it was now arguably sentient.

Hogwarts was now an independent entity who could reason within the parameters set by her founders, the most important thing being the safety of the students and particularly any heirs of her founders. She had been able to feel young Harry's presence the moment he had arrived almost 3 years ago and knew instantly that he was of the blood of her makers, their magic was distinctive and a part of her construction. She had not felt this for many years, particularly as it had the feel of both Salazar and Godric. So she had resolved at that point to keep a close eye on the young heir.

Those 3 years had not pleased Hogwarts; her heir had been in danger at least once every year and almost died. This year however, her suspicions had been confirmed the headmaster had been instrumental in putting her heir in danger and just yesterday she had felt Salazar's other heir die, at the command of the headmaster. The confirmation had come from both Godrics' hat and His Phoenix Polaris, who had stayed in the school after Godrics death as a guardian for the school and Godrics heir's.

The manner in which Salazars' heir had been killed and by whom had been confirmed by the un-bound portrait of another of Salazar's descendants, Phineus Nigellus Black- Former Headmaster of Hogwarts.

It was not widely known that the paintings, elves and other guardians owed their allegiance to Hogwarts and not the Headmaster. It was only with her support that Dumbledore had been able to command these beings. She now instructed all the beings of Hogwarts that the current Headmaster had lost her support because of his actions towards her heirs.

She had known for a while that Dumbledore's was wandering from the path set by the founders, it was now time to act. He was harming her Heirs. Hogwarts had known for sometime that Dumbledores' magic was weakening as he aged and had allowed him to draw power from her store. This was now stopped as was his control over the castles wards (although she left him able to feel them, she was part of Slytherin after all and it would not do to alert him to his loss of control).

He was not aware of this loss of Hogwarts magic yet other than feeling slightly tired. He was not aware either that he did not control the castle now or know that the original wards were now active. These wards took the magic from any item or being of evil intent within the Hogwarts grounds and castle, together with repulsing any new source of evil .

This removal of malevolent magic was done by draining the magic and cleansing it before using the cleansed magic to feed the wards.

It would be some time before the effects of these wards were noticed and it would be far too late when they were noticed to change the effects.

It was now time to prepare her heir

Headmasters Office Morning 14th May 1994

At the same time Harry was beginning to focus his mind on planning his escape from the Headmaster. Dumbledore was gloating over the fact he had finally and permanently got rid of Sirius Black and with that had gained the Black Family Resources to add to the Potter Family he already controlled through Harry Potter.

His plan was progressing well, Harry had been beaten and starved into submission by the muggles as planned. The Weasley's had played their part of caring for the lonely young boy so he would look on them as family. The Consort Contract was already signed; Harry James Potter would take as a Consort for the Potter Family Ginevra Molly Weasley on her 16th birthday. This would ensure the Weasley's were kept happy with 10 million galleons Harry would be paying for Ginevra as his Consort. The Marriage Contract was now also prepared ready for filing for Harry James Potter and Hermione Ariana Dagworth-Dumbledore aka Hermione Jane Granger his heir, Great, Granddaughter and number one spy and controller of the boy-who lived.

He heard the sound of the charm indicating there was someone seeking entrance and felt the magical signatures of his granddaughter and the Weasley boy, although he briefly wandered why his door guardian had not warned him of their arrival he dismissed it as not important at the moment and promptly forgot about it.

Unknown to Dumbles the loss of Hogwarts magic had an immediate negative effect on his mind he no longer had enough magic to augment his mind and compensate for the frailties of his advanced age. In other words he was now a normal though still powerful old man and his families' curse of senility was manifesting itself. This would only get worse as Hogwarts would continue to drain his magic whilst he was within its walls and continued with his current harmful intentions and actions towards her young heir.

With his grandfatherly expression fixed on them he motioned them to take a seat 'Ha young Ronald and Hermione. Sit would you like a lemon drop or perhaps a cup of tea?'

Summoning an elf which took longer to arrive than usual he requested 'tea for three please and perhaps some those delicious biscuits with chocolate to go with it?' raising an eyebrow questioningly, looking at Weasley who was currently shoving an hand full of lemon drops into his mouth and could only nod vigorously in response. With that Dumbledore nodded the confirmation to the elf and settled down to question his two main spies on Potter. Smiling briefly at Hermoine's grimace of distaste and dislike at Weasley.

'So tell me, how is Harry now? Does he understand yet that he had to have been confunded by Black and he had to be executed to ensure his safety?' He questioned, though with less of a twinkle in his eye than usual.

Before they could answer the elf came back in with the tea tray with a slightly louder popping sound than normal. This was ignored by those present (who paid any attention to elves anyway?), so they had no idea that their conversation was about to be overheard, not only by the unbound past Headmasters and mistresses, who were now free of the constraints that kept them from telling the current Headmasters secrets as well as the magic that bound them to be loyal to the Headmaster. But they were also being observed by the subject of the conversation; Harry Potter and his elf Dobby.

Ron responded first giving a sickening view of a mouthful of partially chewed biscuits

'Nah…bloody self absorbed git is convinced Black was innocent and its all Snapes fault that he got kissed' He swallowed and continued 'He says he doesn't want us to talk to him until we are prepared to listen to him… says we're not friends and to leave him alone…. Threatened to hex us the next time he saw us and stormed off cursing and crying'

He grabbed another handful of biscuits and shoved them into his mouth before starting to talk again before Hermione could interject, he said 'Professor I want more money next year to pretend to be his friend, particularly as we've gota put up with him most of the summer as well' Swallow 'I could have been hurt by Black while we spied on them meeting to report to Snape'.

'Professor Snape, Ron' Hermione corrected with a huff

Dumbledore appeared to consider this and smiled ' Of course Ronald I will arrange payments to increase to 500 galleons a month and continue the payments over the holiday….but only if you remember you have to be friends and close to him' He looked and Ron and after a second asked 'Agreed?'

'Yeh, Yeh, OK' Was the Weasels response 'I should be able to get a Firebolt by next year… show the spoilt git how much better than him I am'

'Excellent Ronald I am glad we are agreed and make sure he doesn't study anything new again won't you it would not do for young Harry to learn anything that could be dangerous… after all we wouldn't want him to go dark would we?'. With Ron's nod of assent he reached for another handful of biscuits just a he was hit by a Somnus charm by Dumbledore.

Hermione smiled at this and put her tea down before saying 'Thank merlin for that. Grandfather I think I would have hexed him myself in another minute… couldn't you have found someone better to help with our plans to control the Potter Power'.

Dumbledore sighed with feeling 'Unfortunately not my dear, I needed the whole clan on board in my plan. Potter needed to see them as his surrogate family and you and Ronald as his only friends and confidants, with me as his kind Grandfather who only cares for his safety. If not and he was more independent he would have left the Dursley's after his first year. This would have led to him not only learning things I don't want him to know. He may have asked questions I do not want to answer… particularly if he had contact with Bones, Augusta Longbottom or Morgana forbid Narcissa Malfoy.'

He was quiet contemplating for a while and stroking his beard before continuing. 'No we must continue on this path, you are doing an exemplary job of keeping him away from making friends with others and getting him to the stage where he will not make a move without checking with you. Whilst young Ronald distracts him and keeps his studying to a minimum'.

He raised his hand as Hermione opened her mouth to interrupt 'Yes, I know that despite that he is still 5th in his class although it is actually 3rd but his potions mark is being kept down by Severus'. There is nothing we can do about that, his parents and his godfather (who he did have a blood bond with) were three of the brightest students to ever graduate this school, their marks have still not been bettered' He looked across at his great granddaughter and smiled at the scowl on her face 'No not even by you yet my dear'. He continued 'If Potter failed completely or was only average or below it would be remarked upon and could raise difficult questions again'. 'No we will leave it as it is this year, as long as Potter goes back to his summer prison so that the wards can be maintained to keep up the drain on his magic, everything will go well'.

Hermoine sighed 'Ok Grandfather, at least he is easier to be with and manage than Ronald'. She stopped for a second looked at Dumbledore and asked 'What now? Are our plans still in place for the year after and your alter ego?'.

Dumbledore actually smiled at chuckled at this 'Yes the Marriage Contract for you and Potter has been completed… I had to wait as you know until Black as his legal guardian was out of the way. Now it can be filed once my Magical Guardianship has been granted. It is vital that you regain his confidence and affection. I have to emphasise this does need his signature because he is now over the age of 13 and could take his Lordships now. That must be avoided at all costs. I have been repeatedly questioned this year by Bones, Augusta Longbottom and more importantly Malfoy as to when he his going to take his Head of House status.' He frowned and continued ' His ignorance must continue until I have legal guardianship. This will take a minimum of 3 months even with my influence… in the meantime continue to work on deepening his affection, I am still able to drain his Trust Vault twice a year so with that money is not the issue'. He finished very seriously. 'When it all goes through you will be married on his 16th birthday'.

Hermione shrugged and asked her next question ' So as soon as there is an heir you can reactivate Voldemort and they can kill each other'.

He chuckled again, a very sinister sound this time. 'Of course my dear Harry doesn't know that he really did destroy Voldemort when he was a child and with my transfiguration and imperious on Quirrell and my charm work on the diary, he will believe he is back and the false prophecy will convince him that only he can kill him… a bit of acting and self-transfiguration and I can convince the death eaters of his return. I know the charm to reactivate the Dark Mark after all. A little bit of mayhem to get rid of any threats to us and finally Potter will be killed allegedly by Voldemort, witnessed by his best friend and wife Hermione Potter and mentor Albus Dumbledore, who arrived near the end, too late to help Potter who was fatally wounded by then, but in time to kill Voldemort. We will be hero's and the greater good will be served with us ruling the Wizarding world with the help of two of the largest if not the largest fortunes in the Magical world. You can carry on your relationship with the Weasley Girl as she will be a Consort of House Potter, I know how much you like dominating you pets'.

Hermione smiled brightly at that 'Alright Grandfather I trust and believe in you and I can be patient and stick to the plan for the next 3 years' she paused briefly and said ' I think I will leave Harry alone for the next couple of days to brood and get some Trust, Loyalty and Affection potions from Severus to bring him back under control before the term ends.'

Dumbledore smiled smirked in response ' Excellent suggestion my dear, do not tell him who they are for, you will be able to key them to him yourself with your blood, that way they will be more effective.'

'OK goodnight I will let you know how it goes in a couple of days'. As she stood up she felt a little dizzy and yawned suddenly feeling tired. Like her Great Grandfather she brushed it off as a long day and made her way back to Griffindor Tower without thinking about it again, more concerned with shutting up a recently revived Ronald Weasley who wouldn't shut up about being late for lunch.

Phineas Blacks portrait had been paying very close attention during the meeting in the Headmasters office. He had felt 2 surges of Hogwarts magic as both the Dumbledore's planned the demise of the Potter-Black and Hogwarts Heir. Their magic was now joining that of all of the harmful artefacts to be found in Hogwarts, including the controller of the power draining wards on the Heirs usual summer residence and the predatory creatures that had been introduced to the forest by Albus' where also weakening, they would be gone by next school year. Although the wards would not kill them, unlike some of the creatures. They would still extract payment while they were within Hogwarts wards and they would be repulsed from returning once they left. It was just a shame that the power drain on the pair was not permanent and they would recover somewhat when they left Hogwarts, although it was doubtful that Albus would ever recover his full power and he would never again be as powerful as he was just a short time ago.

Already the older and the young acromantulas were dying and new eggs not hatching. By next Yule the balance would be re-established and the Forest would once again be described as Enchanted and not Forbidden. The vile creature Argus Filch was unconscious in his office already, it was doubtful he would last another 2 days. Most of the third and second year Ravenclaw females who had been bullying 2nd year Luna Lovegood were also coming under the influence of the wards, they had gone too far by locking her out of the castle one night in January and with Dementors in the grounds her life was only saved by hiding in Hagrids hut, even with that she was admitted to the hospital wing with pneumonia and she now had terror filled nights re-living her mothers death. Peeves the poltergeist had exploded and vanished for good.

Finally, Severus Snape that disgrace to The Noble house of Slytherin had been harming and mind raping his Great, Great Grandson for years and gleefully watched and cheered when his Great Grandson and Slytherin Heir had been murdered by Dementors Kiss. In fact he had been the one who delivered Sirius Orion Black bound and unconscious to his execution. As he lived at Hogwarts all year round he would be a squib by next school year. He had already thanked Hogwarts for reinstituting the old wards.

But of even greater impact to the Wizarding World was the fact that Dumbledore and his Granddaughter in their arrogance had never considered the possibility that their machinations could be and indeed had been observed. They had been witnessed not only by unbound portraits but also the central figure of their plotting. Their plans for terrorism, murder and their ultimate rule of this world had been witnessed by the only survivor of the main line and Heir to the Black, Potter-Peverall and French Chambord families, the primary Heir of Slytherin and Griffindor 13 year old Aries Jamille Chambord- Potter-Black.

He watched the slight movement of the magic in the Headmasters office that indicated that the young wizard had been popped out by the elf to coincide with the door closing behind the traitors and hurried out of his frame to an empty one to wait for his heir. Now the real fun would start.

AN: Heavily edited and some change in characters.