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Chapter 26

A/N: Editor: The Resident
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A burst of poisonous green energy shot from both his arms over the platform toward Harry, who immediately dropped on the floor. The bright poisonous green beam of magical energy travelled over Harry, missing his seat by millimetres, passed a seat of the press stands and battered the wall.

Several Aurors came running into the Wizengamot amphitheatre with drawn wands, but all of them hesitated to fire anything to the raging Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. Dumbledore was changed in his fury, his magic let his long beard and hair flow everywhere, and his eyes were truly burning with pure green energy.

Dumbledore waved his hands everywhere, bright green orbs of energy appeared in his hand, and it was clear for everyone to see that he planned to throw the energy orbs... the only thing what Dumbledore was waiting for was a clear target. Most of the members of the Wizengamot chose to copy Harry's action and they dropped on the floor, but some of the members chose a different path. They started to run to the entrance and in this way they formed an easy target for the enraged Dumbledore.

Dumbledore started to throw the green energy orbs to the escaping Wizengamot members, while screaming like a banshee. He hit one man on his back, who immediately burst into flames, and thank Merlin he missed the rest. One of the orbs hit the wall next to the Aurors, and they dropped to the floor as well, hoping to escape the barrage of exploding orbs.

Harry felt something tugging on his foot and he looked behind him. There was Madam Bones tugging on his foot, and he could not help to laugh.

"Harry, can't you stop that screaming banshee?" she whispered.

"Why should I do such foolish thing like that?" laughed Harry. "You remember, those foolish acts are only for a delusional person.

"You brought him over the edge!" exclaimed Madam Bones.

Dumbledore seemed to hear her speaking, and a barrage of green orbs started to explode all around Harry and Madam Bones.

Harry moved toward the edge of his seat low at the floor, and looked what Dumbledore was doing. His fury did not seem to diminish and the man was still busy throwing his orbs everywhere. The Wizengamot amphitheatre was in ruins... Harry saw several members of the Wizengamot hiding behind their seats like himself, but he also saw several people laying on the ground still burning. That's not good, because Dumbledore is killing people now.

"Grandpa is reducing the Wizengamot members, if he continues like that, we have nobody left, and who is approving my slavery law then? Do you think Grandpa would approve?" Harry smirked to Madam Bones.

Madam Bones looked at him unbelievingly and Harry snorted. He pulled his wand from his pocket and suddenly he thought about something.

"You know, Amelia. I performed Parseltongue magic in your office. Do you remember how I did that?" Harry asked confused.

"Parseltongue?" asked Madam Bones flabbergasted. "How the hell should I know?" she snapped. "You are the hero here, not me!"

"But you are the head of the Aurors, Amelia!" Harry countered.

Madam Bones looked thoughtful for a moment. "That does not mean that I am attacking that screaming lunatic over there!" she said, waving in the direction of Dumbledore.

Harry looked again to Dumbledore, who had his attention to the entrance door, where many Aurors were busy to enter the Wizengamot amphitheatre. This was his chance, Harry thought.

He pointed his wand in front of Dumbledore.

"Dormio depono" Harry yelled.

The knock down spell hit the ground straight in front of Dumbledore, who immediately was lifted from his legs and flew backward against the Magical Law Enforcement seat, then dropped on the floor unconscious. Minister Fudge, who was hiding behind his seat near by, shrieked in fear and started to run toward the seat of Ogden.

Suddenly everything was quiet in the Wizengamot amphitheatre, except the moaning of the wounded and the footsteps of the running Fudge. The Aurors who were still lying on the ground near the entrance looked up carefully in the direction of Dumbledore, but saw nobody there.

Harry could not control him self anymore.

"Boo" he yelled unexpectedly, and all Aurors dropped on the ground with their hands on their heads.

Harry started to laugh.

"Madam Bones, it might be a good idea to reform your Aurors into real fighters. Maybe it is a good idea to get Mad-Eye Moody back into active duty, because he might be able to assist," Harry said with a smile on his face.

He walked toward the unconscious Dumbledore and pointed his wand to the old man.

"Incarcerous"

Ropes flew out of his wand and bound Dumbledore from his feet to his neck.

"Everything is safe again," Harry yelled throughout the amphitheatre. "It is a good idea to choose a new chairman... or woman. I suggest we chose for Mrs. Marchbanks, she seems to be able to handle us quite admirably," Harry said loudly.

Members of the Wizengamot started to rise from behind their seats and looked around, relief on their faces.

"Maybe a small break before we continue?" Harry smirked.

"Harry, that's enough," said Madam Bones.

"Is somebody taking charge here?" Harry countered, looking fiercely at Madam Bones.

"The young man is right," said Mrs. Marchbanks.

"Sonorus" Mrs. Marchbanks murmured.

"People of the Wizengamot, we will have a break of one hour and then we continue with our session. Thank you."

Mrs. Marchbanks pointed her wand to her throat and murmured something and looked at Madam Bones. Harry left to visit his fiancées and waved toward the benches for the public, where his slaves were waving at him.

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Laura Fudge sat next to Hannah Abbott... after their fight they did not speak with each other anymore. Laura did her best to ignore the dark-redheaded beauty next to her, and Hannah seemed to do the same. When Dumbledore was attacking Harry in the Wizengamot, she was intently studying Harry. The boy... sorry... young man seemed to have a clear head during a crisis, and she could imagine that this type of fight was much different than what he had learned... a fight like this tended to be much more lethal then a normal fight at school or on the street or even with Death Eaters. When Harry would lose the fight against Dumbledore, he would lose more than his life.

She smiled warmly at the young man with the raven-black hair. Laura had never spoken to the boy, and when she saw him for the first time, she cursed him in Merlin's sake. But there were some good points in Arranged Marriages, you can't refuse! Even if she did not speak to him before the wedding night, she would have many other opportunities waiting. She listened to the gossip of the girls when Harry was having fun in the Wizengamot amphitheatre, and she heard very interesting things, like his sex drive. According the girl he had a huge member, even that the colour was... rather unconventional. She wondered how the girls could compare, but Laura her self had never seen one, so she could not compare. Now she could see the young man with the many family names strolling toward them.

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Gabrielle Delacour was sitting next to her sister in the public stands, high above the place where the action was. She was so proud of Harry, because he again played the hero, while the rest of the men in the Wizengamot were hiding behind their seats. And those stupid cowardly Aurors, who were so afraid of some fire coming toward them. Noooooooo, her hero shot Dumbledore with soooo much power that the old coot went flying. Oh, he was so coooooooool. She looked up and saw the amused face of her sister Fleur.

"What's the matter, Gabrielle? You like him, don't you?" asked Fleur with a knowing smile.

Gabrielle smiled warmly and nodded. "I love him!" she exclaimed.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and the voice of Ginny Weasley came from behind her. "I know that feeling, Gabrielle. I know how it feels. Why don't you talk with Harry about your feelings and see what he says. Don't do the same as I did, trying to hide your feelings for him, because it will make him nervous when you are near him."

"But Ginny... there is nothing that can be done, because I'm only ten years old!" Gabrielle exclaimed.

"You are a Veela, not?" Ginny asked.

"Yes, I am," Gabrielle said.

"When do Veela's come of age?"

"When they are eleven years old," answered Gabrielle.

"And then?" asked Ginny.

"Then... we suppose to choose a mate. When we find our mate, we will be bonded. Being bonded for a Veela is the same as marriage for you. "

So, what is the problem, Gabrielle?" Ginny asked gently.

Gabrielle looked at Ginny, then at her sister. "You're right. I talk with Harry when I have the change."

She stood and stroked the silk of her gown. "How do you like my gown?" she asked Ginny, fishing for compliments.

Gabrielle wore a lilac empire waist dress in chiffon with a surplice front bodice finished with a bow and a trimming at the back, trailing down to the floor, and exuding high spiralling fashion behind.

Ginny's mouth formed an 'O'.

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Bill Weasley stood in an alcove, next to entrance of the Wizengamot amphitheatre. He had his package with dynamite ready for use, the only thing he needed to do was pull the small wire and he would have five seconds to disappear before the package would detonate. He had no idea how big the explosion would be, but he hoped that the explosion would kill everyone, especially that Potter. One time he saw a demonstration on a television box from muggles, and he was in awe!

The last Auror left and Bill saw his chance. He moved carefully out of the alcove and approached the entrance. Before the entrance he looked inside the Wizengamot amphitheatre. Everyone was gone! No, there were people in the back of the amphitheatre; probably people from the public. Bill looked more vigilant, and he discovered his objective... Potter!

Bill moved his hand to the package, and grabbed the small wire firmly. He would pull the wire and throw the package to Potter. But first he needed to come closer, because the distance was still too far. Bill took some steps inside the amphitheatre, and walked hesitatingly toward the public stands.

"Bill!" a male voice came from behind him. Bill dove sideward and grabbed his wand. Nobody is going to stand between him and his objective; killing Potter. He raised his wand and wanted to send a nasty curse toward the person who wanted to stop him, but hesitated at the last moment.

"Ron, what the fuck are you doing here?" Bill said furiously.

"I want to kill Potter," Ron said fiercely, his hand with wand on his side. "There is that mother fucker, and I want to gas his head into small little parts and a bloody mess, "he grinned frenziedly, pointing in the direction of the public stands.

Bill sighed aggravated. "You make so much noise, that Potter will hear us," he hissed to his younger brother.

"Boys, what are you doing here?" came an older voice from behind them.

Bill sighed again and turned to see who was behind him.

Percy stood with both hands on his sides watching his two foolish brothers. He saw Bill with his wand in his hand and looking horrific... a crazy gleam was in his wild eyes, and he carried a small package in his other hand. Before Bill stood Ron, who was not looking any better, except that Percy could smell him from here. Percy's eyebrows went up.

"What are you doing here?" Percy repeated his question.

"We are here to kill Potter," cried Ron. Bill kicked him in his leg.

"Aw! Why are you kicking me?" asked Ron, rubbing his leg. "That hurts!"

"You need to learn to shut your hole under your nose," groused Bill.

"What? Are you two out of your mind? Potter will change you two into fish food," cried Percy. He frowned and looked more closely to his brothers. "Never mind that, you two go immediately home and in Merlin's name, take a shower and get some fresh cloths, because I can smell from where I stand. "

He looked at the package in Bill's hand. "What is that?" asked Percy, pointing to the package in Bill's hand.

"None of your business," said Bill angrily.

Percy pointed his wand to Bill. "Accio package" he yelled.

The package flew out of Bill's hand and Percy caught it. Bill leaped to Percy and both men fell in a heap on the ground. Ron was jumping around the two fighting men and screaming. "Get him, Bill. Hit Percy on the nose!" he screamed. In the meantime, the fight attracted the attention of all the people in the public stands...

Percy was pulling hard on the long hair of Bill, and Bill had two fingers in the nose of Percy, who was trying to bite him, Bill gave Percy a knee in his crotch and Percy turned away at the last moment and kneed Bill in his stomach. Bill screamed in anguish, and pulled with all his power on the nose of Percy. Percy was wailing because of his pain in his nose, and he could bite Bill's hand... sinking his teeth deep in his flesh with all his power he could muster.

Blood poured from Bill's hand and Percy's nose, and Bill was cursing Percy with everything he knew. He kicked Percy on his knee, who howled of pain, grabbing his knee with both hands, he drove his head in the stomach of Bill, he lost his breath. Bill hit his brother's lower-back with his knuckles, and Percy screamed this time. Percy grabbed the ears of Bill and pulled them down on the floor; Bill's face hit the floor in great force and Bill tried to kick Percy, who kept his face on the floor.

Ron lost his balance because on of Bill's legs hit him and fell on the two battling men on the floor... Bill lost his package with dynamite in the heat of the fight. Ron was kicking with his feet to get the two men away from him, and he received an elbow in his eye... instantly his eye blackened, and per accident, he kicked the package further away toward the fast approaching people from the public stands.

In the meanwhile, Percy was using heavy curse words he learned over all the years working with the Minister, which Bill never had heard of, and was astonished for a moment looking at his brother. That was a mistake, because Percy's foot kicked him straight in his manhood, and Bill went down like a felled tree; eyes-wide and mouth open trying to gasp for air. Ron used his fist to hit Percy on his nose, which promptly changed into a red mess, blood spattering everywhere, Percy was screaming like a banshee. Ron raised his fist again, but he was hit by the lethal foot of Percy, who hit him between his legs. Ron's face became blue very fast and he lost all interest in continuing the fight. He fell down next to his moaning brother.

Percy looked at his moaning brothers and grimaced. That was truly a long time ago that he was fighting like a young kid. He spit several teeth out of his blooded mouth... oh Merlin, he already missed all his teeth in the front.

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Mad-Eye Moody was restored in active duty, and he was marching in front of all collected Aurors in the Aurors' guard room next to the Wizengamot amphitheatre with both hands on his back. Behind him, near the entrance door of the Aurors' guard room stood a smug looking Madam Bones, and next to her was a disgruntled Minister of Magic Fudge standing.

"How could you let only one man curse everyone, while you chickens were laying on the ground doing nothing else than complaining?" Moody yelled.

"Never in my life have I seen such pitiful, pathetic, piteous, disgraceful, deplorable assholes in my life, not even the girls of a Sunday school could be as chicken as you bunch of goldfish," he bawled.

"Proudfoot, you disgraceful fried turkey, triple fucked pig-ass, how could you screw up so bad? You were the one who was supposed to guard the section of the Wizengamot, where Dumbledore was speaking, and what did you do when the shit hit the pan? Right, you were running to the entrance, stupid fried chicken."

"But I can't curse the chairman of the Wizengamot, can't I," protested Auror Proudfoot with a small voice.

"Hell you can't!," screamed Moody. "You can curse anyone who sneezes, you stupid ass!"

Moody became calm instantly and looked at the collected Auror force in the Aurors guard room.

"I tell you what," he growled. "From now on we are in training again. You will all start every morning for the next ten years running ten kilometres starting at four a.m., you will get thirty minutes to complete the run. And those who will not get to the end within those thirty minutes will be cursed by me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Senior Auror Moody!" yelled every Auror in the guard room.

"You all go back to the training room from five a.m. until eight a.m. for additional conditioning training, do you under stand?"

"Yes, senior Auror Moody!"

"Otherwise you are going to be replaced by the girls' school at the nunnery of St. Patrick."

"Yes, senior Auror Moody!"

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Madam Bones was sitting behind her desk, watching Harry, his fiancées and Remus, who was still stuck on the wall. She heard it before that Potter would attract trouble, and she realized that it was true. In the whole history of the Wizengamot, never had something like that happened... ever, and the history of the Wizengamot was long.

Now she had a crazy or deluded Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot in jail, three Weasley's to sort out and a mysterious package with muggle dynamite. Then there was one dead, four seriously wounded and twelve lightly wounded Wizengamot members on her hands, who were screaming for revenge, in front of her nose a disgruntled werewolf sticking on her wall, an overly amused Lord-Baron, his fifteen fiancées and eighteen slaves. She was getting a headache.

"How is it possible that you know Parseltongue, Harry?" demanded Hermione.

"I have not the foggiest idea, Hermione. It simply came out when our fleabag here on the wall was keeping me imprisoned on the chair when Dumbledore came in trying to kidnap me," Harry answered with a wide smile on his face.

"I still can't believe that you tried to curse me," yelled Hannah unhappy. "Is that what you father is teaching you or is it what you learn at Durmstrang?"

Laura Fudge huffed. "My father never told me that Harry had already so many fiancées. I thought that you girls tried something with my fiancée. Sorry that I cursed you, but I have kind of a short fuse. "

"Well, no harm has done," Pansy smirked. "You only hit our Potter."

"He, you are talking about me, Pansy. That curse she threw at me hurt!" Harry exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head.

Remus was making all kind of noises on the wall, and Hermione flicked her wand toward him. Remus dropped on the floor with a great satisfying smack, where he slowly tried to recover.

Madam Bones cleared her throat.

"By the way, you girls are looking great," Harry said cheekily, ogling Thea Zabini. Thea Zabini blushed prettily, and Madam Bones cleared her throat again, this time louder.

"Lord-Baron, there are some issues here," she said.

"Yes, Madam Bones?" asked Harry.

"We have three Weasleys in jail, and we are still investigating what their intent was when they were in the Wizengamot amphitheatre. It looks like that Bill Weasley was carrying a package with muggle dynamite. I can only assume what he wanted to do with it, and I think that he wanted to kill you with it. I am not sure what the role was of Ron Weasley, but not much better, I'm afraid. They were stopped by our Scribe, Percy Weasley, who... eh... unconventionally stopped the two Weasley's. But... as I said, we are still investigating it.

"Then we have the case of the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. As you understand, Dumbledore has fallen ill, and he is being held in a separate cell and undergoing treatment at the moment. When the man is cooperative again, we will see what if he is going to be charged and for what. One thing is sure, one Wizengamot member died and several are badly wounded. He will suffer the consequences for his actions, but how many consequences are unknown at the moment. Dumbledore is a very powerful wizard with a lot of connections in the wizarding world."

"As long as you let him marry Millicent Bulstrode and force him to make a child, and then punish the old coot, that would be fine with me," answered Pansy with a smirk.

"That's much better than only the kiss, because he gets tortured in this way," commented Alicia Spinnet.

Madam Bones held out her hand and everyone became quiet again.

"Lord-Baron, the Wizengamot will resume after an hour with the members available, I advise you to prepare yourself for the next round. But this round will be not bad, because Dumbledore will not attend," she said.

Harry nodded.

Rolanda Hooch, the flying instructor at Hogwarts waved Minerva McGonagall over to the corner to talk.

"How are you, Minerva?" asked Rolanda Hooch.

"What do you think, Rolanda?" snapped Minerva McGonagall. "I got suddenly a notification from Gringotts that I am engaged with one of my students, who turned out to become my boss. I am not becoming his wife."

Rolanda Hooch smirked and looked at the chatting fiancées in the office of Madam Bones. "Yes, I had similar experiences. I was on vacation in France with friends when I got the notification and I could not believe it. I thought it was a prank, that the Weasley twins were pulling me, but I learned very soon that it was not. Suddenly two big Goblins were visiting me at my vacation house, and I was forced to break off my vacation for this circus at the Wizengamot. "

"You don't mind that you are engaged with Potter?" asked Minerva McGonagall astounded.

"No, after thinking about it, I love being engaged to a young stud, don't you?" asked Rolanda Hooch cheekily. "Can you imagine, sharing a bed with somebody so young and so fruitful, if I can believe the girls here?"

Minerva McGonagall huffed.

"But Minerva, you will be rich beyond belief, you will still have your old job at Hogwarts, and the only thing that is really changed is your last name, Minerva Potter," Rolanda Hooch smirked.

"Can you imagine what we are going to do at the wedding night?" asked Minerva McGonagall crestfallen.

"Yeah," said Rolanda Hooch. "I'm going to have a great fuck after all those years of having nothing."

"Easy for you to say," snapped Minerva McGonagall. "I'm seventy-one years old and that is almost the same as child molesting."

"Professor?" asked Hermione.

Minerva McGonagall looked up and saw Hermione, and she could not help to blush of shame.

"Please don't be upset. I could not help to overhear what you said, Professor. Did you think about changing your appearance into a younger version of yourself?" Hermione asked. "That would avoid many awkward moments for you and Harry."

Minerva McGonagall huffed and Rolanda Hooch laughed with all her heart.

"It does not make any difference what I look like, Hermione. Because I am seventy one, and I stay seventy-one, even when I change my looks."

"When you feel awful at your wedding night, think what Potter must feel!" laughed Rolanda Hooch.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Nothing!" the answers from the three women came.

"Harry, I have your new schedule ready," yelled Hermione over the noise of the people in the office of Madam Bones. Hermione wanted to distract Harry, so he would never guess what they were talking about, because that situation was indeed awkward.

"My what?" asked Harry mystified.

"Pansy, let him hear it!" said Hermione with a smile.

"Well, Potter. Your schedule is going to change, because you have many more chicks in your collection. And that's only when you can get the law changed in the Wizengamot."

Harry frowned, but said nothing.