Knowledge is Power

When Hermione gets cursed at the Ministry, Harry and the Death Eaters discover the power he knows not. Unleashing this power has far reaching consequences. Weasley and Dumbledore bashing – time travel story that's hopefully different.


11. Chapter 11

The eight that sat down that night to hear what was actually happening were a sombre group, the Grangers and Remus knew some of it but Harry and Hermione had promised full disclosure tonight. Neville and Luna were fascinated at the two years of extra knowledge and enraged with the Weasleys use of potions while Sirius was compiling a list of those who were going to pay for mistreating his godson.

When they reached the part about meeting with James and Lily, Sirius was in bits. The thought of his godson not wanting to return had the old dog in tears.

When Harry explained the creation of horcruxes Remus felt ill, he knew just how deep into the dark arts one had to delve even to find information on these abominations.

The group cheered up considerably when Hermione informed them that two were already dealt with while a third was safe at Gringotts in their vault and they knew the location, as well as the protection around the others.

"Our plan is to train over the summer while going on treasure hunts with Sirius and Remus to collect and destroy these things." Harry was waiting for questions and Dan didn't disappoint.

"I'm really glad to see you taking help when you attempt to remove these items but how are you going to destroy them?"

"The Basilisk in the chamber of secrets has plenty more fangs than the one it sunk into me, one of the horcruxes is presently stored in Hogwarts as well so we have to figure out an excuse to get us back in there to collect it and harvest the Basilisk."

Neville and Luna were sitting holding hands as the blond asked, "can we stay here this summer and train with you? I don't think my dad would mind too much."

"All taken care of, your father and Neville's gran will be spending some time here over the holidays. We start tomorrow at seven and the first few days will be murder!" Hermione was thinking back and remembering the pain of muscles protesting every movement.

"Remus got us some presents so we wouldn't have to be totally useless in a fight, could we train with you as well?" Emma's question had stumped the teens but they couldn't figure a reason why they shouldn't.

"For the first ten days or so we will be concentrating solely on getting our bodies fitter with perhaps some unarmed combat, your daughter's signature move is taking out peoples knee caps. She figured out that men tend to concentrate on protecting certain other parts of their anatomy leaving the knees an easy target, it certainly worked with that goblin." Harry was glancing admiringly at his now blushing betrothed.

"Is all this physical training really necessary?" Sirius moaned.

"Spoken like a true pureblood Sirius, my beautiful betrothed here could whip your arse in combat, with or without a wand. Our training kept us alive against the best that Voldemort could throw at us."

Sirius just huffed in disbelief before Remus skilfully laid his trap, "I've got fifty gallons on the beautiful brunette!"

Both Dan and Emma offered bets on Hermione beating Sirius, like Remus they had seen their daughter in action.

Sirius knew he was trapped into a contest he couldn't win, even when he beat Hermione where was the kudos in winning against a fourteen year old girl.

He stood up and Hermione walked towards him with her hand held out to shake, Sirius realised his mistake as he was flying through the air, landing heavily on his back before finding Hermione's shoe in gentle contact with his throat while his wand was behind the young witches ear. In less than five seconds she had disabled, disarmed and had him in a position where he would be deceased if she so wished, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Remus came over and helped his embarrassed friend of the floor, "don't worry about it Sirius she would have done the same to me, you should have seen them in Gringotts taking out seven armed goblins without a wand being drawn."

"Purebloods are inherently lazy, they will use either their magic our call on a house elf to accomplish every task, in any kind of prolonged fight our higher fitness levels will give us a major advantage. Death eaters are used to their victims either fleeing or freezing through fear, when you overcome the intimidation and fight back it becomes obvious they're not that powerful or skilful. It doesn't take lot's of magical skill to torture and murder muggles, especially when your favourite curses are unforgivables."

Harry's words made sense to purebloods Neville, Luna and Sirius; they would recall them often in the days that followed when they felt like lying down and resting.

Hermione laid out the rest of their plans, "the students are portkeying into the apparition point in Diagon Alley on Friday, and the staff are staying to get the institute up and running before September. Our plan is to recover both hidden horcruxes that are available to us at the moment before our wedding, giving us a break before we figure out how to sneak into Hogwarts."

"Ok I know I'm not at my best just now, I've just been beat up by a young girl for Merlin's sake, but I could have sworn I heard you say 'wedding' in there somewhere."

"Hermione and I are getting married on my birthday, as the last in line of a noble and ancient house the law allows this. We were getting married on my birthday before we came back in time and my wife to be absolutely refuses to wait another two years. The wedding will be held here and of course your are all invited."

Sirius whirled on the Grangers and Remus, "you knew about this? You're ok with this?"

It was Emma who answered the concerned godfather, "in their reality they've been best friends for five years and been dating officially for one of them, the bond they share is more intimate than anything we know and their love for each other is beyond measure. We are fighting a war here and these two for whatever reason are in the eye of the storm. Given their position I would like to think that Dan and I would do the same thing." Dan leaned over and kissed his wife lending credence to her assumption.

"We know why Harry and I are in the centre of this, a prophesy placed him there and I refuse to leave his side, dark lord be dammed."

Harry told them the prophesy before turning to Neville, "two boys matched that profile which is why our parents made their agreement, I could have grown up with a brother instead of that obnoxious, obese bastard of a cousin and for that reason more than any other I'll never forgive Dumbledore."

The three men were raging and all talking over each other.

'Knew all this time"

"No training whatsoever"

"Wring his scrawny neck"

In every case the phrase "manipulative old bastard" was used liberally and repeatedly.

Neville had just kissed Luna goodnight, they were standing outside her bedroom door, neither wanting to let the other go and were oblivious to the world around them which is why they both nearly jumped out their socks when Harry placed his hands on their shoulders.

"I'm so glad you two got together before we had to tell that story, I was worried it would affect how you felt about one another. We also want you both to stand with Hermione and I when we get married next month because by the time we went to the ministry that night we were as close as family, none of us have any siblings so we all kind of adopted each other with you becoming our brother and sister. That's why we reacted the way we did in the corridor Luna, you're our sister and nobody messes with our little sis! Both Hermione and I love you very much and the Christmas we all spent together at your house is the best I've ever had."

Hermione had joined what had become a group hug though it was a tearful Luna who spoke, "I always wanted a brother and sister."

Hermione answered, "That's what we all wanted Luna but different circumstances prevented our wishes coming true, we were four lonely people who each found a partner that gave us the strength to reach out to others. Neville has very similar values to Harry and there's not an ounce of deception in his body. We know you have a hard time trusting people Luna but we got beyond that once and I now have the chance to get to know my best friend and little sis a lot earlier than before, I'm really looking forward to it."

Luna had one arm round Hermione while the other encircled Neville, "I don't know what it is but something is telling me to trust everyone here, I'm sure it's not a Crumple-Horned Snorkack because they left when you held me in the corridor. Apparently kindness and love drives them away, its no wonder daddy could never find them."

They all looked at Luna before the young witch burst out laughing, to the astonishment of Harry and Hermione and the bemusement of Neville the blond had banished her mythical creatures with a joke – she trusted them!

"Ok sis, you and I have a date with some shops on Saturday and we'll drag our men folk along to carry the bags. If you boys think our exercises are tough just wait till you see Miss Lovegood and Miss Granger shop."

"We're in serious trouble now Nev," Harry joked, "listen seven am on the beach tomorrow and I'm betting you hate us by eight! All joking aside this really does help and you two were awesome fighting by our side, it was a stupid mistake that got Hermione cursed so we now put our enemies down and they don't get back up without medical attention."

Hugs and kisses all round followed with neither Neville nor Luna commenting on the fact that Harry and Hermione entered the same room.


"Is it ok to hate you yet Harry?"

"Another twenty minutes yet Nev, I said after eight and Hermione claimed before then. We can't let her win again or the insurable know-it-all might resurface."

Both girls were shoulder to shoulder with their boyfriends and knew that the banter was in jest; as soon as they could get their lungs working properly jibes would be returned when breathing allowed.

Emma listened to the exchange between the boys with a smile on her face; she now understood where Hermione's newfound sense of humour came from. Emma thought she was a prime candidate for a heart attack as she jogged along wet sand at the water's edge, occasional waves washing over her feet and inviting her to stop and use the sand for it's original purpose, lying on while tanning.

Emma looked at her husband jogging beside her and could have smacked him, her legs felt as if they were turning to jelly yet Dan seemed to be running effortlessly and she could feel how happy he was through their wonderful bracelets.

Dan couldn't remember being happier, he awoke this morning with a beautiful naked woman in his arms and was now jogging along a private beach with her at his side. Daniel Granger could safely say that he enjoyed dentistry but he adored his new life, new wife, new daughter and soon to be son-in-law. He had the Mediterranean Sea on one side and his gorgeous wife on the other, his body might be sore later but at the moment Dan was feeling no pain.

Sirius was in trouble; the exercise he had done was already more than at any other time in his life. His vacation in Azkaban may have left him physically weaker but had equipped him with a will of iron which was the only thing keeping him upright.

His casual defeat at the hands of Hermione had cemented his view that this was something he simply must take part in, they had started jogging along the sandy beach then returned via the wet sand. A few circuits later and he was dead on his feet, the thought of a hot shower, large breakfast and spending the day lying beside the pool trying to change his skin colour from grey was more than he had to look forward to in over a decade and this kept him moving.

The cliff signalled the end of their beach and Harry called a halt, everyone was in need of a breather so he gave them ten minutes before calling on Dobby. His little friend started handing out small bags and the all felt better after the elvin energy drink did its work.

"We have another hour to exercise but we're going to try something different now, each bag should contain a watch, please put it on and follow me." Harry waded into the sea before gathering everyone around him, "Set your watches for one hour then take out the piece of gillyweed that's in your bag, this will cause a slight pain for the first minute but will then allow you to breath underwater for an hour. Stay together and plan on finishing up at the other end of the beach when the time is up."

Emma ate the gillyweed and thought the pain wasn't to bad until she realised she couldn't breath, she was starting to panic when Harry pushed her head under the water.

Harry ate his last after ensuring they were all ok, their were a lot of excited people under the water and he led off for the strangest and most wonderful game of 'follow the leader' any of them had ever played. Harry and Hermione could still communicate through their rings and managed to keep everyone more or less together. The fish and plant life were a lot more interesting and certainly more diverse than the bottom of the Black Lake in February. They noticed Neville and Luna slip away for an underwater kiss, they deliberately didn't notice mum and dad doing the same, Sirius and Remus were giving that experience a wide berth until accompanied by a female of their choice.

As the hour was almost up the group moved into shallower water and only had to stand up when the effects wore off. It was a very excited group who made their way back up the cliff towards showers and breakfast, only Harry had experienced this before but all wanted to do it again. The fact that they had just spent an hour swimming and using just about every muscle in their body was forgotten in their enjoyment of the time spent underwater.

Harry and Hermione were studying in their library for exams they planned to take; between their shared knowledge and Tom's library in Harry's head they would have no problems. Their objective was to knock Tom Riddle off the leader board for most OWLs and NEWTs, they planed to sit all the exams he had with the addition of Muggle Studies.

Neither regarded this as cheating as they would never need to use these results to get a career, the Potter name and fortune pretty much guaranteed every door in the magical world was open to them. It was one in the eye for Riddle and Dumbledore, as Potter Institute students would hold the record. Before the end of August they would be married, emancipated and a fully qualified witch and wizard removing any legal wrangling options of being underage used against them.

They were disturbed when Dobby appeared, "begging your pardon but the elves have told me that Bones is in Malfoy Manor and not happy, she is demanding they tell her who this mysterious new master is. I think she was at Gringotts first and that added to her bad mood."

"Could you bring her here please Dobby?" Harry asked.

He was back minutes later with a clearly raging Amelia and two aurors, "Lord Potter I demand to know what you're playing at!"

"We're actually studying potions since we had such a crappy professor for the subject, why don't you sit down, we'll have a cup of tea and get whatever's troubling you out in the open, I'm not really good at guessing games." They both had a fair idea what had got Amelia so worked up but were waiting to see how much she knew.

Brutus immediately arrived with tea and soft drinks as they slowly marked their places in the books they had been studying.

Amelia took a sip of tea while both aurors stood alertly behind her, "Snape sang his head off giving us more information than I would have believed possible leading to the filling of warrants for the arrest and freezing of assets of some very high profile death eaters. You can imagine our shock when we found that eleven had fled the country while one was a prisoner of the goblins. An even greater shock was that in every case their vaults had been emptied but not by them. I would like to know what you can tell me about this situation?"

Harry grabbed Hermione, "you are an absolute genius!" he proclaimed before administering a kiss that only Amelia's embarrassed cough eventually stopped.

He looked at the woman before asking, "I'm assuming you trust these two or they wouldn't be here?" Amelia's slight nod was all the answer he required, "the richest death eaters created a method for Voldemort to have full access to their vaults, we wished to deny him these considerable resources and hopefully some followers as well. We legally emptied their vaults except for one Knut and a note written by my brilliant betrothed. It basically said Tom was unhappy with them and would show his displeasure at the earliest opportunity. We had hoped some of them would flee but expected the rest to come after us which is why we, along with Hermione's parents are here."

Kingsley couldn't help himself, he burst out laughing, "sorry boss but that is bloody brilliant and did more damage to the bastards than we could."

"Your auror is right, they would have been dragged through the court proclaiming their innocence while spreading gold about like dragon dung fertiliser trying to cultivate the result they wanted. This way their fleeing the country is as good as an admission of guilt and they can be tried in absentia with no untoward influence being brought to bear." Hermione added.

Amelia nodded in understanding, "you are of course right and the trials will go a lot smoother for our side without Malfoy spreading his golden influence around, I'm only disappointed because I wanted some of their ill gotten gains to bolster the auror department."

At that Dobby appeared with a chequebook Gringotts had given them, "this little bugger now knows what I'm going to do before me!" Harry's laughter took any sting out of the remark and Dobby was overjoyed, to anticipate their master's needs was a house elves greatest achievement.

Harry handed Amelia a cheque and she tried but failed not to react to the amount it was made out for, she handed it to Kingsley who fared no better than his boss but it was the pink haired auror peeking over his shoulder who took the gold medal.

"Merlin's beard! Five million galleons? Holy shit I didn't know there even was that much gold."

Amelia though was all business, "Lord Potter, before accepting this I would like to ask what you hope to gain from this donation."

"All I ask is that it's put to the best possible use in the auror department, I wouldn't dare to suggest I knew what that was. I have something to tell you and a request, neither of which have any bearing on that cheque. My name is Potter, not Malfoy!"

She nodded for him to continue.

"We knew the death eaters would need money fast and couldn't really go out onto the streets selling their wears so we came to an arrangement with Gringotts and bought everything. Some of those items are bound to be dark and we didn't want them appearing in the general wizarding populace, you have my word that every single item will be checked and anything dark destroyed."

Amelia couldn't quite contain the shudder that ran through her at the thought of some of those items in the wrong hands, "I think that's a very sensible solution and a great public service."

Hermione's mischievous side surfaced again, "we actually bought the items with their own money at well below market price."

Shack was again laughing, "these two could put us out of a job boss and that cheque be put towards our retirement fund, taking out Snape was great work but this again is bloody brilliant."

Amelia could see the next bit was costing Harry so she asked him to continue.

"I'm assuming Snape gave you enough information to arrest Dumbledore but I would like you to sit on that for now and offer ministerial support to the planed tournament scheduled for Hogwarts."

Harry could see the expressions changing so pushed on, "my number one priority is to take down Riddle and granting those requests will go a long way to achieving that aim. I want Dumbledore dealt with probably more than you do but while that old bastard sits scheming and planning world domination Riddle fires off unforgivables like the psychotic megalomaniac he is. Which one do you think we should deal with first? Dumbledore wont run and hide because he's to proud to think he'll ever get caught while Riddle killed his father and grandparents when he turned seventeen."

Hermione continued, "We will be letting the old fart think he's manipulating us whereas he'll be doing exactly what we want, taking out Dumbledore first might push any fence sitters into Riddle's camp and that is something we definitely don't want."

"We need to be clear here, you're not asking for Dumbledore to get special treatment, it's just the order in which we deal with people that concerns you both." Amelia wanted no chance of misunderstandings developing.

"That's exactly right," said Harry, "I want Dumbledore in Azkaban for the rest of his life but I need Riddle dead so I can live mine."

Amelia glanced at Shack who gave the slightest of nods so the plan was approved, the fact that she was in total agreement with Harry's assessment that Riddle was by far the greater danger was the sole reason for her decision, Amelia wasn't Fudge and not for sale.

"This leads us on to another problem that none of us could have foreseen, in every case the death eaters have fled and abandoned their children who are presently attending Hogwarts. We need to reach a decision by Friday on what to do with them but I fear most are headed for an orphanage." The reaction of the two teens shocked Amelia; these were death eater kids most of whom had tried to make their time at Hogwarts miserable.

"That's not going to happen Amelia, Riddle is a product of an orphanage so that idea can be discounted immediately. If you can keep Dumbledore away from us we would like to go to Hogwarts on Thursday and meet with them individually, we will make them an alternative offer to an orphanage and meet all expenses." Harry was again making it up as he went along but he knew he couldn't put someone in an orphanage, not even Draco.

"I would like these two to accompany you if that would be ok, neither have any time for Dumbledore and will keep him away from you under my orders."

Hermione hesitated before replying, "as long as any extra curricular activities we engage in remain between the five people present in this room, again you have my guarantee we wont break any laws."

It was an intrigued Madam Bones who agreed, thanked them for their hospitality and decided she wouldn't miss Thursday so invited herself along as well. She had a feeling this might be a once in a lifetime opportunity.

As soon as they left Harry turned to his betrothed, "Help!"

She just laughed, "surely you know by now I would have an idea and I can't wait to see Draco's expression when we tell him."

Her idea had Harry howling with laughter, now if they could get past Dumbledore and visit the chamber and room of requirements they could have almost all their business done before their wedding.


Ginny Weasley was not enjoying the final week of term in Hogwarts, she knew her family was poor and had used her family's friendship with Harry to counter some of the worst quips aimed in her direction by her peers. Now that friendship was publicly over they were merciless in their verbal attacks, Harry calling the twins bullies had also curtailed their adventures as no one laughed at their pranks anymore, only consoling the victims. Ron was walking about as if his head was up his arse and Percy was just Percy, the pompous prat had ruined her life when he pulled her wand from her hand and didn't give a shit.

Yes it was safe to say the Weasleys were not having a good time and she was on her way to an unused classroom where her father had called an emergency family meeting, Ginny had a premonition that this was not good news.

Her father and four brothers were already seated by the time she arrived so they started right away.

"I've called everyone here today because things have really taken a turn for the worse lately, the Burrow has been completely destroyed and your mother is in St Mungo's undergoing treatment to determine what happened. We will have to live in a tent I've managed to borrow for the foreseeable future, combined with the news of Harry's betrothal to the mudblood I'm afraid the family can't wait any longer but must sell it's only available asset."

Ginny was totally confused by her father's remarks, what did they have that was worth enough money to rebuild the burrow? Her heart sank to her shoes when she noticed her father and brothers were all staring at her, surely they would never stoop that low.

She pulled out her wand but Percy was once again faster as he grabbed it from her hand, "you can't be seriously considering selling me?"

"It's called a betrothal and we would receive a bride price," Arthur then cast a spell on his daughter that made her glow white for a few seconds, "good, a virgin will fetch a higher price."

"For Merlin's sake I'm only twelve!" Ginny protested loudly.

Arthur Wesley just smiled at his only daughter, "Your middle name's also Molly so I was just making sure you didn't take after her, I'll try and get something arranged for over the holidays so enjoy your last few days of school, I'd take you home now except we don't have a home to go to."

"Do you mean I'm getting married this summer? How is that possible and who will be the groom?" Ginny couldn't manage to keep the horror out of her voice.

"Of course it will be this summer, we need the money now and the groom will be whoever offers us the most. We might have to buy you some new underwear because prospective grooms will want to see what their getting for their gold."

Ginny couldn't believe the way her father was discussing her body like it was something he owned and could be sold to the highest bidder. "You sick bastard, I'll kill myself before I'll let some stranger put his hands anywhere near me, I don't care how much gold he's got. I'm you're twelve-year-old daughter not some side of beef to be sold at the market."

Arthur looked positively smug, "You're a pureblood daughter and the family magic will prevent you harming the goods, so to speak. You will do your duty and marry whoever I decide, regardless of their age or any other conditions, you will do your duty as a wife and not bring shame on our family honour."

"What bloody honour, you stand there talking about honour and selling your daughter to the highest bidder in the same breath, you really are a sick bastard." Ginny was screaming at him now and praying she would wake from this nightmare soon.

"No I'm your father and head of the family, my decision is final so you will have a husband this summer and the Weasleys will have a new house."

She could see the determined look in her father's eyes and there would be no help coming from her pureblood brothers either. Her mother was prepared to use a love potion on Hermione so Ron could have her instead of Harry; she was unlikely to be horrified at this arrangement.

Ginny sunk to the floor and curled into a ball, her body racked with sobs as she cried for her lost life while listening to her brothers argue for improvements to the new house her body was going to provide. She had no wand, no opinion, and no option but to obey her father's wishes and be sold to the highest bidder where by magic she would be his to command.

The only people who would pay money for a bride were those that couldn't get one any other way, Ginny knew she was destined to be some old mans plaything and that thought had her vomiting all over the floor.

Being a pureblood female was not something Ginny would ever boast about again.

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