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  Dumbledore has made his move... Amelia puts her foot down.

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  “I assure you, I and my Aurors are well-versed in the operation of pensieves, Headmaster Dumbledore. I must insist that you vacate the room immediately.”

  Wow. Harry has to admit, he was already impressed with Amelia Bones… but now he’s even more impressed. There aren’t many people out there who are willing to stand up to Albus Dumbledore. Was it because the aged wizard had been part of the regime back when Sirius was thrown into Azkaban without a trial? Or was it because she’d sussed out that Dumbledore had pyed some part in the events of st year and she was worried he’d willfully try to ihe iigation now to make himself look good?

  In the end, Amelia’s reasoning remains a mystery… but ultimately it doesn’t matter. She’s said what she’s said and though Dumbledore is clearly surprised for a moment at her audacity, he doesn’t take it lying down. With a grandfatherly smile on his fad a twinkle in his eye, the Hogwarts Headmaster chuckles good-naturedly and shakes his head.

  “I’m afraid I ’t let such a priceless artifact out of my sight, my dear Amelia. My aors would roll over in their graves. Please, I promise I won’t be a bother. If you’d rather I stay bad out of the way, I certainly do that.”

  Amelia’s eyes fsh at his use of her first name, and while Dumbledore might have thought he was being subtle or sneaky in invoking their aeacher-studeionship by stripping away her titles and treating her like a child instead of the adult she was… he wasn’t being subtle or sneaky in the slightest.

  “That’s Madam or Director to you, Headmaster Dumbledore. And no, I’d rather you leave the room entirely. But if you ’t do that and you refuse to relinquish your family pensieve for our temporary use, then I suppose I’ll just have to return to the DMLE and make use of our own pensieves after all.”

  Oh? Was Amelia giving in? Dumbledore certainly seems to think so given the way he remains all smiles as he folds his hands in the sleeves of his robes in front of him and ines his head in a ‘regretful’ bow.

  “If that is what you feel you must do, then very well. I shall make sure young Harry here makes it back to his dorm room and then I’ll see you out.”

  And then the old man even has the audacity to gnce over at Harry and wink at him. To be fair, Amelia doesn’t see this. She’s too busy looking at Harry as well. Still, it’s such a hirious moment, where Dumbledore clearly thinks he’s getting the better of the Aurors on Harry’s behalf and endearing himself further to the younger wizard in the process. That couldn’t be further from the truth of course, but Albus didn’t know that.

  Still, Harry is just sidering whether he should interject when Amelia… well, she takes the optiht out of his hands.

  “I’m afraid that won’t be possible. You see, Mister Potter is under arrest.”

  Oh? The look on Dumbledore’s face is worth it alone, Harry reflects, even as Amelia gestures sharply to Tonks. The youamorph Auroes wide-eyed for a moment before jolting forward when Amelia repeats the gesture. Suddenly, Tonks is at Harry’s side and grabbing him by the arm, yanking him firmly but gently to his feet.

  “U-Um… wotcher Harry… please e quietly…”

  Young Tonks is so nervous and cute it’s hirious. Harry just gives her a reassuring smile and nod, making it clear he’s not going to fight her on this. The relief that fills her gaze is dht adorable. Dumbledore, meanwhile, is now struggling to catch up. Poor man, in his old age he’s not nearly as adaptable to new situations as he once was.

  “What… I must protest quite strongly, Director! On what grounds are you arresting my student?!”

  Looking faintly amused and increasingly smug, Amelia just shakes her head.

  “Apologies, Headmaster… but you areled to that information. Harry Potter has fessed to itting several crimes. For that, I am well within my rights to make his arrest.”

  Raising himself up to his full height, Dumbledore lets a bit of his grandfatherly persona fke away and his authoritative presence leak free.

  “I would remind you, Madam Bones… I am not just the Headmaster of this school, but also the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. I could order you to tell me what this is about.”

  Stiffening up again in response, Amelia narrows her eyes at Dumbledore, not bag down even slightly.

  “You could, Chief Warlock… if you went through the proper els first. You could do the same through your position as Supreme Mugwump of the Iional federation of Wizards, I suppose. Both would take time, however. Feel free to begin expl those avenues if you like. For the time being, I am taking Mister Potter into custody whether you like it or not.”

  Well damn. Amelia looks torweeher she regrets that st bit of teically unnecessary antagonistiguage or not, but ultimately she seems quite pleased with herself all the same. Harry has to admit, he’s pretty impressed with her as well. Dumbledore, meanwhile, is seemingly struck speechless as they begin leading Harry out of the room and towards the floo. Until suddenly.

  “I’m afraid that as Harry’s Magical Guardian I ot let you take him with you, Director!”

  Oh-ho! At long st, the Headmaster ying his trump card. Harry turns with Tonks as the youamorphmagus’ jaw drops at this test bombshell. Amelia, meanwhile, slowly turns around to face Dumbledain as well. For a moment, silence reigns. Is this where the Director of the DMLE’s attempt at defying the Wizarding World’s benevolent dictator crumbles?

  “… His Magical Guardian, you say.”

  Smiling softly, Dumbledore ines his head.

  “Indeed. Young Harry did not have anyone else in the Wizarding World after his parents’ death, so I took over. I’ve managed his magical affairs ever since.”

  Tilting her head to the side, Amelia looks far from defeated, Harry finds himself noting.

  “I see. And if I were to look into this, if I were to check with the Ministry of Magic… would all of the proper paperwork be filed, Headmaster? Would the t’s be crossed and the i’s dotted? Did you gh the proper els to name yourself Mister Potter’s Magical Guardian, I wonder?”

  Dumbledore furrows his brow but before he respond, Amelia tinues on.

  “Because… somehow I doubt it. Somehow, I think that Harry’s actual magical guardian should have been his official godfather, one Sirius Bck. A man who I just found out today was never given a trial. A man who was senteo over a decade in Azkaban Prison without ever seeing the inside of a court room. I wonder what the Potter Will would say if I were to check it.”

  Now, Dumbledore’s face is suspiciously bnk.

  “… The Potter Will was sealed, I’m afraid.”

  But Amelia’s respoo that is a wolfish grin.

  “I am the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enfort, Headmaster Dumbledore. Not one of your students, or their parents. That won’t work on me… I have the authority to unseal suents.”

  Harry’s mouth might be a little open right now. He might be staring with wide eyes as… as Albus Dumbledore backs down.

  “… That won’t be necessary, Madam Bones. I am only Mister Potter’s magical guardian insofar as I am the defaagical guardian of all muggleborn and muggle-raised wizards and witches who walk the halls of Hogwarts. I am afraid… I ot stop you from taking him. I merely say in his defehat Harry Potter is a good young man with a heart of gold. He is no criminal.”

  Now Dumbledore is looking at Harry apologetically, as if he’s ashamed he’s failed to ‘save’ him from the Aurors. To be ho, Harry is too astohat Amelia mao win this little war to properly react. He’s pretty sure he’s got a shocked look on his face, even as Amelia and Tonks escort him to the floo and leave Hogwarts behind.

  Amelia Bones was more of a badass than Harry ever could have imagined. He definitely wanted her as Minister of Magiow. And more than that… he wanted her for himself. W alongside him, tied and bound to him… they could do amazing things together. They could save the whole damn world.

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  Curiously enough, ohey get back to the DMLE, Harry finds himself splitting off from Amelia, rather than going with her to one of the DMLE’s actual pensieves. Instead of taking him along, she nods to Tonks.

  “Put Mister Potter here in one of the interrogation rooms until I’m ready for him. Make sure he’s fortable… I’m expeg the memories he’s giveo exoe him, ultimately.”

  Tonks blinks dumbly at that for a moment.

  “Err… ma’am? If that’s the case, why didn’t we let him stay at Hogwarts?”

  Amelia’s eyes fsh as she throws Harry a gnce.

  “… Because we might need him in a bit.”

  Harry raises an eyebrow at that, but doesn’t say a word. In the end, the Director of the DMLE shoots a pierg look in Tonks’ dire.

  “ I t on you, Auror Tonks? Or do I o find someone else?”

  “Y-Yes Madam Bones! I-I mean… no Madam Bones, you t on me!”

  Nervous Young Tonks is so adorable. Harry hides his grin, even as Amelia nods and then turns and walks away. He suspects he knows why she might be splitting off from him now that they’re back at the DMLE… she’s hoping that if she’s alone, she expeother visit from her mysterious shadowy beor, since here in the heart of the Ministry is the only pce he’s shown up so far.

  Of course, what she doesn’t know is that HE is that very same shadowy beor… and she’s just arrested him and stuck him with Tonks. Not that it’s impossible for Harry to be in two pces at once… especially when he has the magiultiple people at his fiips at this point.

  As Tonks leads him into the st interrogation room in a hallway full of them, Harry barely pays her any mind as he takes a seat where she tells him to take a seat. At the same time, his shadow… doesn’t e with them. The metamorphmagus doesn’t notice this as she closes the door to the interrogation room and locks it shut. Nor does anyone else in the DMLE notice Harry’s shadow moving across the floor, shifting through the natural shadows until it reaches Amelia Bones.

  The DMLE Direoves with purpose through her own domaiually reag a room with a pensieve in it. By that point, Harry’s shadow has taken up residen Amelia’s shadow and his attention is split between the room with the pensieve and the interrogation room where he and Tonks are sat. As Amelia secures the pensieve room and then moves over to the bowl, she looks around for a momeantly… and almost seems relieved when a now familiar shadowy figure rises up o her.

  “You’ve arrested the boy. I thought I sent you to talk to him, not take him into custody.”

  His voice is chiding but amused more than anything. He’s expeg Amelia to snap back at him, seeing how she must be riding high on putting Dumbledore in his pce like she did. But instead, much to his surprise, she actually flushes a little bit, dug her head as though she’s ashamed or something.

  “… Apologies, but he admitted ht to itting crimes st year. If it wasn’t for the Headmaster I might not have arrested him, but I wanted him close by depending on what the tents of these memories he gave me have in them. Watch them with me?”

  Unfortunately, as Harry currently was, he couldn’t take Amelia up on that offer. He was less ‘here’ than he’d ever been before, with his real body still ba the interrogation room with Tonks. Fortunately, he already kly what was in those memories, given he was the one who had giveo her in the first pce.

  “I already know the tents of that vial. I was there too, after all.”

  Amelia’s eyes widen at that revetion, and then narrow.

  “… And you still insist you’re not Sirius Bck?”

  “No, Madam Bones. I am not Sirius Bck. Regardless, go ahead. Peruse Potter’s memories at your leisure. See all there is to see in his recolle of st year’s events. I will be waiting when you’re done.”

  For a long moment she looks like she wants to talk back… but maybe she spent all of her defiance back with Dumbledore. Harry doesn’t know, but either way she finally nods and pours the memories he gave her into the pensieve before diving in after them. Harry watches her for a moment through his shadow, waiting for her to finish up and e back out. But in the silence of the pensieve room, he suddenly realizes that the interrogation room is not so quiet.

  Pulling some of his focus back to his real body, Harry blinks and gnces over at Tonks who is blushing surprisingly red right now.

  “Err, sorry… I got caught up in my own thoughts. What was that?”

  Lig her lips, the young Auror squirms for a moment… before rising from her ow and cirg the table.

  “I-I said… Director Boold me to make sure you’re fortable, Harry. So I was asking if you were fortable…”

  ing to his side of the table, Tonks leans back against it, her hands clutg at the edge as she looks down at him meaningfully. Harry looks up at her with a distracted smile and a nod.

  “Yeah, I’m fortable Auror Tonks. Thanks though.”

  He doesn’t really think much about Tonks’ request at first, and he’s in fact preparing to focus his attention ba the pensieve room… when Tonks suddenly reaches up and tugs at her top a little bit.

  “Ah… are you sure about that? Because I’m REALLY good at making people fortable, Harry~”

  Harry stares as Tonks’ breasts expand quite a bit right before his eyes, making the way she’s tugging at her top show off more and more cleavage that she didn’t have mere moments ago.

  … What was happening? Was Tonks… was this who Tonks was at this age? He hadn’t truly met the metamorphmagus until after she’d joihe Order of the Phoenix and fallen head over heels for Remus Lupin. And admittedly, as much as Harry liked Lupin, he was a very serious sort of individual.

  … Had Tonks really mellowed out that mu a few short years? There was no way, right? A here they were… with Tonks all but propositioning him right here and right now.

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