Wild Magic Chapter 11 to 13

Sirius looked grateful for an excuse to leave the meeting. He stepped out into the hall. They looked at each other awkwardly, not sure to hug or shake hands. Sirius patted him on the shoulder.

"It's good to see you again Harry." Sirius smiled at him.

"It's good to see you too." Harry replied. "Is there somewhere we can talk privately?"

"Follow me." Sirius led him deeper into the house.

He opened up an ornate door to reveal an office. It hadn't been used in quite some time, like the rest of the house, but it positively radiated high class. A few leather couches were spaced through the room. The centerpiece, though, was a large, dark stone desk. It looked like it should be used as a sacrificial alar rather than a desk.

"This was my grandfathers'." Sirius explained as he took a seat. He motioned for Harry to as well. "What's up, pup?"

"How much do you know about the dementor attack?" Harry asked.

Sirius scowled. "I know you were attacked, but no one is telling me anything."

"You and me both." Harry shook his head. "I'm only telling you this, please keep it between us."

"Of course." Sirius nodded.

"One of them kisses me." Harry held up a hand. "My cousin knocked me over, my wand was out of reach, and one of the picked me up. I felt it pulling my soul from my body. Then." He snapped his fingers. "It stopped and there was an explosion of magic. Turned both of them into ash."

Sirius studied Harry but didn't speak. He motioned for him to continue.

"Ever since I've had this building pressure inside of me." Harry said. "I realized after a couple of days that it was my magic. For some reason it's just building and building inside of me. It feels like I'm going to burst."

"I'm not a healer, Harry." Sirius said softly. "I know enough to keep someone alive for a bit for the real healers to get there. This sounds far beyond what I understand." He paused. "What happens when the pressure gets to be too much?"

"Accidental magic." Harry replied. "I burned the letters the ministry sent to me with a thought, I changed Arabella's clothes, and I can talk to Hedwig now."

"That's not accidental magic." Sirius leaned back in the seat. "Accidental magic is random, usually brought on by stress or danger. What you're talking about sounds like Wild Magic."

"I don't know what that is." Harry shrugged.

"This is a very simple way to explain a complex topic." Sirius held up a hand to stop Harry from speaking. "I know a little about it, so I'll tell you what I can."

"Thank you." Harry whispered.

"Magic is in everything. We have tools to shape it. Wands, potions, charms, and all of that." Sirius explained. "In a way, all magic is wild, we just are able to tame a little for our own purposes. What you're doing, using Wild Magic, is forgoing the tools. Even without meaning it, you're shaping the magic to do your bidding."

"How?" Harry asked.

"No clue." Sirius shrugged. "I will look through the family library to see if I can find anything. If you allow it, I can contact a couple of old friends as well."

"Thank you." Harry smiled at him. "It means a lot that you'd ask me first."

Sirius smiled. The happiness in his face drained as he realized Harry wasn't buttering him up.

"You're my godson, Harry." Sirius leaned forward. "I have made mistakes in the past, but I will follow you to hell and back. Even if you weren't, you're one mad wizard. For the last four years you've experienced more than most veteran aurors have. With less training to boot. I'm with you."

Harry opened his mouth to say something. His thoughts were knocked off course. The pressure was getting to be too much.

"I need to release it." Harry spoke through gritted teeth.

"What has worked in the past?" Sirius asked.

"Sex." Harry chuckled.

"That explains the girls you mentioned." Sirius laughed. "Not a lot of help for that here."

"Ask Hestia?" Harry suggested.

"And they call me a dog." Sirius shook his head. "I'll go talk to her. Stay here."

"That's for the best." Harry blushed. "When it starts to get bad it's hard to stay in control."

Sirius laughed as he left. Harry settled into the couch. He took long, slow breathes, trying to think of some other way to release the tension. It had never gotten this bad before.

It seemed like Sirius had just left when the door opened again. He turned toward it, hoping that Hestia had agreed to meet with him. Harry froze when he saw the Weasley Matriarch standing in the doorway.

"Harry." She crossed the room, stopping just out of reach. "You were told to stay out of the meeting."

Harry paused, looking at her for a long moment.

"Misses Weasley." Harry glared at her. "Kindly leave."

"Excuse me, young man? That I no way to speak to me." Her face went red.

"Did you think to ask why I needed to talk to Sirius?" Harry stepped closer to her, he hadn't grown all the much over the summer. They stood eye-to-eye now. "No, of course you didn't. You just decided that you knew best and barged in here."

She looked like she was about to explode.

"Fine." Harry flicked his wrist toward the door.

Misses Weasley jumped as it slammed shut. The lock slid home solidly.

"I guess you'll be the one to help me." Harry reached up, stroking her cheek.

"Harry." Her eyes went wide. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you stripping naked and stretching out on that couch." Harry's voice dropped to a purr.

"I will do no such thing." She snapped.

"You prefer a bed?" He pointed to the couch, it shifted into an equally luxurious bed.

"How?" She looked from the bed back to him.

"I'm full of surprises." Harry slid a hand down her body and began to untuck her shirt.

"We can't." She whispered.

"Oh, but we can." Harry leaned closer, biting her ear. "First, we get rid of these pesky clothes."

Harry freed the rest of her shirt. Deftly, his hand undid her skirt. She gasped as it fell around her feet.

"Then, I get you on that bed." He turned her so her back was to the bed. "Finally, I fuck you."

She shuddered. "I'm married."

"I don't care." Harry stood over her. "Molly, take off my pants."

She sat up. Her hands expertly divested him of his clothes. Without any further prompting she stripped off her own as well.

"Mmm." Harry purred looking down at her.

The woman had hid her figure well under layers of clothing. Now, completely exposed to him, he could see that she was rather sexy. Her breasts were the biggest he'd seen so far, and her red bush was thick. He ran a finger through it. The hair shifted, trimmed to a neat length. It felt right to leave a bit of bush on her.

"Spread your legs, Molly." Harry commanded.

Molly did as she was told. He leaned closer, swiping her slit with a quick lick of his tongue. She squeaked. Harry slowly dragged his tongue along her pussy. He savored her flavor, but he couldn't quite place it. The only way to find out was to get another taste. He slid his tongue into her pussy, steadily fucking her with it.

The flavor still eluded him. Harry rose from between her legs to find her breathing hard. He shifted closer to her, running the tip of his cock along her pussy once he could reach.

"This is the part where I fuck you." Harry pressed forward, penetrating her as he spoke.

Molly let out a long moan. Harry leaned over, wrapping his arms around her. He gave her a brief moment before he began to rock back and forth. Her pussy gripped him tightly. Molly's muscles wildly gripped his cock every few strokes.

"Fuck. Fuck. Oh, Harry this is so wrong." She whined as she lifted her ass up to meet each push.

Harry changed it up. Moving from rocking to hard, steady thrusts. They traveled across the bed until Molly's head hung off the edge. Harry grabbed her hips, pulling her back as he shimmied to the middle of the mattress.

He pounded into her, hard and fast.

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh shit, Harry. Yes, fuck." Her words drifted into gibberish.

Harry groaned as he held her close. His body shook as he shot rope after rope of cum into her. The pressure eased up, just a little. He needed more.

He flipped her over to her stomach. She shifted her legs open wider to allow him access. Harry jackhammered into her mercilessly. He had no idea how long it took. Some feral part of his brain had taken hold. Harry grabbed onto her hips, pulling her back to meet him. He deposited another load of his seed into her.

Again, the pressure eased a bit more. It was still more than it had ever been when he had been at Privet Drive. If he didn't vent more he'd be constantly tapping into wild magic.

Harry lifted her hips up. He summoned a pillow from one of the other couches, raising her ass up for a better angle. Harry circled her rosebud with his finger. Molly let out a strangled moan as her ass was prepped and lubed.

Still, Harry knew he needed to be careful. She may be his cum dump for now, but he didn't want to hurt her. Plus, there was always the chance he would need to use her again.

He pushed forward, slowly forcing a little more of his length into her with each stroke. Molly turned her head, looking at him over her shoulder. She groaned out loud as she pushed hard against him. Slowly, he began to make longer and longer strokes. Harry smiled as he felt her humping back into him with more force. Her ass was amazing. He gripped her cheeks hard, smacking them every other stroke.

"How does it feel to take my cock in your ass, Molly?" Harry smiled down at her. "I'm going to fill your tight asshole with my cum. If you apologize nicely, I might let you take a shower before you get into bed with your husband."

Her eyes widened, for a brief moment she remembered that she was married. The thought was quickly erased as he dumped a load of hot cum into her. Molly moaned; her eyes fluttered as she felt his cock throb inside of her. Her asshole clenched even tighter as a vicious orgasm ripped through her.

Harry slowly pulled out of her. The pressure was finally manageable. He smacked her ass once more. A wicked smile played across his face as he watched the cum flowing out of her. He caressed her thigh and was rewarded with a shudder. She was too distracted by the touch to realize his cum flow back up into her. It would stay there for the night.

"What did you do to me, Harry?" She rolled over to her back. Her eyes were drooping, and her breath was ragged.

"If I had to guess." Harry tapped his chin. "I'd say I just stuffed you full of cum."

Harry leaned forward, looking her in the eyes.

"Don't worry. I'm sure Arthur won't question why your youngest will have black hair." He shrugged. "Tell him it was stress, or something to do with being in this house."

Molly blanched.

"Just be sure to fuck him in the next few days." Harry stood up. "It would be awkward if the timing was off."

He found his clothes and began to get dressed. The bed transformed back into a couch, almost dumping Molly onto the floor. Harry was tired of how she treated him, and everyone else. He was starting to see that many of the adults in his life hadn't earned his respect. Their actions proved time and time again that they didn't respect him. Yet they constantly left the mess for him to deal with.

The door unlocked as he approached. He opened it to find Sirius wondering the hall nearby. His godfather looked at Harry. The man visibly relaxed.

"Where were you?" Sirius asked.

"In the office." Harry replied.

"The office disappeared." Sirius motioned to the door. He stopped, seeing that it was now back. "How?"

"Magic." Harry shrugged. "Any luck with Hestia?"

"She was too embarrassed to talk to me about it." Sirius shook his head. "How are you feeling? Maybe we could find another way to help. I could take you down to the training room and let you blast some dummies until your feel better."

"There's a training room?" Harry asked.

Sirius nodded. "Follow me. I might not be a professor, but I can teach you a few things."

"What about my wand?" Harry asked. "The Ministry will know if I use it and they will use that against me in the trial."

"Don't worry about that." Sirius shot him a sly grin. "I'm sure one of the family wands will work well enough for you."

12.

The training room was in the basement. It had a full-size dueling platform, patrolling training dummies, a target range, and a rather robust gym. Sirius strolled over to a cabinet. He opened it to reveal a set of carefully maintained wands.

"See which one fits." Sirius waved him over.

"Whose are these?" Harry asked running his hand gently over the grips.

"A couple have been in the Black family for generations." Sirius explained. "I know one if from my grandfather. The others I have no clue."

Harry stopped about halfway down the set. A bone white wand with striations of black seemed to call to him. He plucked it from its perk. The familiar thrum of magic shot through him. It was on par, if not a bit stronger, than his normal wand.

"This one." Harry was relieved to find that it was wood, not bone.

"It's yours." Sirius smiled brightly at him. "Keep it. I'd suggest having it hidden. It's not against the law to have more than one wand, but it's not legal either." The older man caught sight of the holster on his arm. "Give me a day or two and I'll have something worked out."

"Thanks." Harry gave Sirius a one-armed hug. "Teach me some fighting spells? One thing I've realized is that I am completely unprepared for an actual fight."

Sirius growled.

"Right." He took a deep breath. "We'll start with the basics and press on from there."

For the next hour Sirius taught him a steady stream of offensive magic. There were no 'proper stances' or decorum. Sirius would give him the spell and the wand movement, then have him cast it until he got it right. Harry was pleasantly surprised to find that he was picking up the new spells and charms a lot faster than he usually did.

Luckily, they were using the training dummies. Casting the spells helped ease the building pressure by funneling the excess magic into them. His spells were hitting harder than ever. Even a simple spell like 'Lumos' produces an intense light.

Harry finally felt a noticeable difference after a couple of hours of constant spell work. Casting spells for hours on end wasn't an option even for when he returned to school. It was great to have the extra punch to his casting, but the quick blowjob he got from Hestia the other day had a greater release of pressure. So far, sex was the most efficient way.

"How are you feeling?" Sirius asked.

Harry paused. "Really hungry."

"Put your wand in the holster." Sirius motioned to the strip of leather. "There should be space for a couple of them on there. Let's check if dinner is ready."

Harry followed Sirius to the stairs. He paused, sliding the new wand into place before heading up. Sirius led him to the kitchen. Everyone was there already. Hermione, Tonks, and practically the entire Weasley family. He didn't see Percy, which wasn't a loss, and Charlie was most likely off working with dragons. Harry found an empty spot at the table. Sirius sat next to him.

He forced his face to remain blank when he saw Molly fluttering around the kitchen. She avoided looking at him at all costs.

"Thank you, Misses Weasley." Harry said as she slid a plate in front of him.

"Harry!" Arthur Weasley called from farther along the table. "Glad to see you're safe."

"Glad to be here." Harry smiled at him.

Harry didn't feel bad about sleeping with Arthur's wife. As much as he liked the man, he too was among the many adults who had failed him. There were moments of kindness and care when dealing with him in the past, but those were fleeting. Now that he thought about it, the longest conversation he had with the man was about rubber ducks. Even when they went to the World Cup last year, they hadn't spoken much at all.

"I'll be taking you to the ministry tomorrow." Arthur gave him a jolly smile. "We'll leave a bit early so I can check in on my office beforehand."

"That works for me." Harry nodded.

It was becoming second nature to pay attention to the gathering pressure. He could feel it slowly building again. It was constantly there.

Harry stole a quick look at Molly. Sex with Arabella, Emily, and Candy had helped immensely. As did the blowjob from Hestia. For some reason the sex with Molly wasn't as effective. He tried to think about what was different.

The most obvious was the location. Being in the magical side of things had caused things to speed up. There should have been a noticeable difference even if the buildup was faster. He was missing something.

Harry thought back to when slept with Arabella. He was using wild magic throughout the entire night but didn't notice the building pressure until the next day. Then he had met Emily. Being with her practically knocked it down to zero. After that, he spent time with Candy and that had left him feeling wonderful. It wasn't until he followed Hestia into the mailbox hideaway that it started again. That made sense. The room was magical, so the pressure was building faster. Being with her had made it manageable. Harry filled Molly with three loads. Each one should have helped more than it did. He was missing something.

Sirius patted him on the shoulder, snapping him back to the rest of the world.

"I'm going to look for some answers." Sirius spoke low enough so only Harry heard.

Harry nodded. He looked down at his plate. At some point he had finished his food, whatever it was. Then that he realized he hadn't spoken to anyone the entire time. He looked around the table to see Hermione was trying desperately to get his attention. Ron was in a heated conversation with Fred and George about something.

He wasn't sure how to deal with them yet. Harry stood from the table and placed his dish in the sink. He could hear someone following him as he headed upstairs. They had decided to listen to Dumbledore rather than talk to him. He could have understood Hermione following what he said, but even she had shown over the years that she was willing to break the rules for something important. Oddly enough, he could see Ron going along with it. Apathy was a likely factor. Or he was happy to finally have something that Harry didn't.

They had chosen to follow Dumbledore. Over the last four years the man had done absolutely nothing to earn any respect. Hermione and Ron should have seen that, they were there with Harry through it all.

His emotions were muddling up his thoughts. There was a more important matter at hand.

Emotions.

Harry started to pace along the second-floor hallway. He needed to stop thinking about this like a muggle. His magic was building up and needed release. Emotions were a big component to the more powerful spells. Carrying that idea to his current situation then emotions would be important.

It was an idea, but he needed to test it. There hadn't been an emotional connection with Molly. Well, not a pleasant one. He had been indifferent to Hestia and didn't pay enough attention when he was with Arabella. Candy and Emily both had a positive experience leading up to the sex.

Now he just needed to find someone to help test the idea. Hermione wasn't an option; he wasn't happy with her at the moment. Ginny… no, that would be weird. Who else was there?

"Tonks." Harry came to a stop.

"Harry." The pink-haired woman spoke from nearby.

Harry spun to the side, seeing her leaning against the wall.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked slowly.

"Watching you." Tonks shrugged. She dusted herself off as she stepped away from the wall. "Hermione mentioned you lot were rocky. Want to talk about it?"

Harry wasn't sure if there was enough time to set things in motion. The group brought him here in the evening. He wasn't sure how long the encounter with Molly lasted, but he knew that he had trained with Sirius for a couple of hours after. The day was starting to wear on him.

"Tomorrow?" Harry gave her a tired smile. "I need some sleep."

Tonks walked over, getting closer than he expected. "Tomorrow then."

She winked at him as she walked away. It would have been a lot more effective if she didn't trip immediately after. Tonks hopped to her feet, she dusted herself off, and hurried down the stairs without a look back.

Harry chuckled. He was looking forward to talking to her now. A deep yawn snuck up on him. He trudged to the bedroom and collapsed into bed. Even Ron's snoring didn't wake him up.

13.

Something felt different when Harry woke up. The pressure was gone, but not in a good way. Instead of a slow build, it felt like a seal had been broken. It built with every heartbeat; a fire being fed more fuel in time with his pulse.

"This isn't good." Harry muttered.

Harry slipped the extra wand out of the holster.

"Hedwig?" He whispered.

"Yes, my love?" The owl floated to land on his shoulder.

"Can you hide this for me?" He asked.

"Of course." She bonked the side of his head with her own. "I hope we leave soon. The hunting is better elsewhere."

"I hope so too." Harry stroked her chest.

Hedwig hopped off his shoulder. She took flight, disappearing somewhere he didn't know. The house apparently had plenty of space for owls. He wondered if that was normal. The Burrow didn't have anything like its setup, but it was in the country, so any owls were free to hunt and explore the outside.

Thoughts for another time.

Harry got dressed for the day. He couldn't help but smile when he saw the clothes available. They were all the ones he had bought when he was with Candy. He hoped to see her again. That would mean he'd have to go to Privet Drive at some point, but he would deal with that later. He couldn't forget about Emily. Though he wasn't sure how things with her would play out.

Once he was dressed, he hurried downstairs. It was early enough that the kitchen wasn't completely packed. Arthur sat at the table with Tonks, Sirius, and Lupin. Molly hopped up and hurried around the kitchen once Harry entered.

"Breakfast, Harry dear?" Her voice shook slightly.

"Eggs and Toast, please." Harry replied.

"Morning, Harry." Tonks said through a yawn. Her hair was long, blonde, and curly for now. "Sleep good?"

Harry nodded. "You alright?"

"I've…" She yawned. "Been up all night." Tonks motioned to the chair next to her. "Come and sit down."

Tonks tried to push it out for him only to knock it over. Harry smiled at her as he picked up the chair. He turned to Sirius.

"Any luck?" Harry asked his godfather.

"Nothing yet." Sirius replied. "I'm reaching out to a friend today." He leaned in close and dropped his voice. "How bad is it?"

"Talk in the office after breakfast?" Harry asked.

Sirius nodded.

"How are you feeling?" Arthur chimed in.

Harry looked over to him, confused for a moment. "Oh, the hearing." He shrugged.

"We'll be meeting with Amelia Bones in her office." Arthur explained. "Shouldn't take long at all."

"She's okay." Tonks added. "She's fair, she'll hear you out."

"Be polite, stick to the facts, and stay calm." Sirius cautioned.

"The law is on your side." Lupin reassured him. "Even underage wizards are allow to use magic in dangerous situations."

Harry started to eat his toast. He got a couple of bites in before Arthur spoke again.

"We should go in now." Arthur said. "We'll be a bit early, but it'll be better if we're there before hand."

Harry shrugged. He put down the remains of the toast and got to his feet.

"You'll be all right, Harry." Tonks patted his arm. "We can have a chat later, yeah?"

Harry nodded, giving her a small smile.

"Good luck." Lupin clapped him on the shoulder. "I'm sure this will all be fine."

Arthur set a quick pace as they set off.

"I don't usually walk to work." He explained. "I thought it would be best to arrive in a more non-magical fashion."

Harry nodded. Arthur was giddy through the entire trip. He loved the automated ticket machines, even though they were broken. When they arrived at their stop, he practically giggled with the machine goblet his ticket. Arthur took a moment once they were back on the street to get his bearings. It didn't take long for him to find what he was looking for.

The duo was crammed in an old, red phone box that had seen better days. Arthur did something to the phone. After a short conversation they started descending. One moment he was watching sheer dirt walls slide by and the next he was blinded by a flash of light. When he was able to see again, he saw they were in a long and impressive hall with dark wood that was polished so smooth it looked like stone. Both walls were lined with fireplaces. One side was enter and the other was exit.  There was a fountain farther down that was the centerpiece to it all. It was gold, and the figures were almost lifelike.

"Over here, Harry." Arthur waved him over to a security desk.

A gate with the words 'visitors' sat behind a security desk. A single bored looking security wizard stood as they approached. Arthur flashed the man a card and the guy looked shifted to look at Harry.

"Business?" The guard asked.

"Escorting a visitor." Arthur motioned to Harry.

"Step over here." The guard tapped the desk.

Harry followed the instructions.

"Wand." The guard said.

Harry gave it to him. The guard tapped it on a brass box that looked kind of like a typewriter. It spit out a piece of parchment. The guard handed him the wand back and slid the parchment into a mail slot.

It wasn't until they had to squeeze into the lift that Harry noticed something was different. The pressure, rather his fire, was raging now. There was no heat to it, more a feeling, an aura that he envisioned as fire. Left with his thoughts while the lift slowly moved from one level to the next, he had time to focus on it now.

He wasn't sure if this was a positive development or not. Sure, the pressure seemed to be gone, but feeling like a magical bonfire wasn't exactly comforting. The only good thing was that so far it didn't seem like anyone else could tell.

Arthur led him out to his office. Harry wasn't paying all the much attention to what was going on. It was hard to care about anything other than what he was feeling. This thing with the Ministry was a waste of time, they couldn't tell the difference between Dobby using magic and him using magic. It wasn't his fault they were morons. Even if he lost and they broke his wand there was another one waiting with Sirius. Leaving Hogwarts would be a little rough, but he knew there were other schools out there now.

"Hm?" Harry looked up. Arthur had been speaking to him,

"We need to hurry; they changed the time." Arthur pulled him along.

Harry shrugged and followed close behind. He didn't think he had used any wild magic since he woke up. Honestly, he wasn't sure how to use it at all. Sure, he did some simple things like close doors, or summon his wand, on instinct, but he didn't know how he was able to speak with Hedwig.

Arthur opened a door for him. Harry stepped through and found himself standing alone. He was surrounded by cloaked witches and wizards sitting on raised benches. The lighting was focused on him, while making them appear mysterious and imposing.

His brain caught up with what was going on. The trial had been moved up and changed to a different location. Instead of an office with one person, it was now in front of an entire jury.

Harry's eyes found Fudge. He glared up at the man. The lights shifted, spreading off of him and covering everyone. Now that he was no longer in the spotlight Harry looked around the crowd again. There were a few faces he kind of recognized but no one who stood out.

The crowd had just calmed down when Dumbledore entered. That seemed to shake Fudge up. Harry spared a glance at the old man. He wasn't sure if he wanted his help. Judging by his past experiences, it wasn't worth much.

Harry waited, letting Fudge flounder while Dumbledore did his usual 'I know more than you' act. It wasn't until Dumbledore called in a witness that Harry started to pay attention.

Arabella Figg walked into the room. She was wearing a nice sundress rather than her usual bathrobe. Her hair hung loose to her shoulders. Harry had to admit, she looked good. He would have to convince her to wear it again next time he saw her.

He gave her a sly smile and was rewarded with a blush. The small flash of interest was squashed once the questioning started up again. No one wanted to believe the dementors were there. Two were missing now. They had been gone since the incident. No one knew where they were. Harry didn't feel like explaining that they had exploded.

Their case fell apart even more once they examined Harry's wand. The little parchment from the security desk was a readout of his wand activity. It showed the last spell he had used was Lumos the last day of term. Without a spell showing up, it was down to a case of accidental magic. The trial stalled.

"The Chair recognizes Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister." Fudge announced.

A woman who looked like Uncle Vernon had a wild night with a bipedal toad leaned forward to speak.

"I'm sure I must have misunderstood." Her voice was high-pitched with a false edge of sweetness. "Are you saying that this boy lost control of his magic so far as to destroy two dementors? So silly of me. He wouldn't be safe to have around our good witches and wizards."

She laughed. The sound made him shudder. A few other members of the group joined her. This started another long back and forth between Dumbledore and Fudge. The toad woman would whisper something to Fudge every so often that would lead to another approach to the argument. Other people were getting involved now.

Harry felt his magic shift. The flames eased for a brief moment. He scanned the room, trying to figure out what he had done. It took a moment to find the change. Dolores Umbridge. She didn't look right. Her skin looked moist. He wasn't sure, but her eyes may have gotten bigger as well.

The trial ended, Harry was found innocent, and Dumbledore left without another word. Harry walked back out into the hall to find Arthur waiting for him.

"How did it go?" Arthur asked.

"Innocent." Harry rolled his eyes. "Thanks for bringing me."

The doors to the court opened again interrupting their conversation. Arthur watched as the group of people filed out.

"Merlin!" Arthur whispered as he pulled Harry out of the way. "You were tried by the full court?"

"It wasn't much of a trial." Harry shrugged. "Mostly just Fudge and Dumbledore arguing."

"Morning, Arthur." Madam Bones stopped beside them.

Arthur tried not to look when Percy walked by. Harry was more distracted by the toadlike woman that followed Fudge. Her neck was wider now, less defined, and her eyes had shifted on her head. No one seemed to notice.

"Would I be able to speak with you, Mister Potter?" Madam Bones asked.

"Sure." Harry smiled. "When did you want to talk?"

"We could do it now, if you are available." She nodded. "Follow me to my office?"

"Certainly." Harry agreed.

"I'll catch up in a bit." Arthur said.

Madam Bones led the way. They passed by Fudge who was talking in hushed tones to Lucius Malfoy. Madam Bones and the blond bastard traded glares. He sneered at Harry as he passed. The dread he felt seeing the Death Eater again was tamped down by morbid curiosity. No one had seemed to notice the woman standing behind Fudge now had a green tint to her skin.

Harry looked at Malfoy again. The man may be a murdering bastard, but he was observant. There wasn't a single indication that Malfoy saw anything wrong. Harry shook his head. A brief flash of confusion played across Malfoy's face as Harry walked away.