Chapter- 21 : Desperation Part - 3

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Dear Madam Bones,

Through a convoluted series of events, I have acquired information regarding an attack on your person by Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Specifically, it pertains toa large attack on your family manor very early Tuesday morning that Voldemort himself will take part in.

Regardless of your opinion on the accuracy of my information I recommend taking precautions. Carry Floo powder and a portkey wherever you go. Ward and hide a room in the house to withstand almost anything. Dig a hole or even a tunnel. Anything, but being forced to fight and die.

Should this information prove to be accurate, I would be very interested in meeting with you. I can be reached at Hogwarts, where I have accepted the post of Divination Teacher for the next school year.

Make of that what you wish.

Yours sincerely,

Harry White

He his stomach rebel a little at playing the role of mysteriously omniscient Seer. Trelawney had done that and he had not an ounce of respect for the woman. Still, dimensional travel was just as outlandish an idea and he was not putting that in a letter that would quite likely be read by other people. He would confide in the woman if he had to, but not her underlings or anyone that intercepted owls.

He just hoped Madam Bones would prove to be the ally that he needed.

The next few days passed slowly. Harry actively avoided every other resident of the castle, though apart from the Headmaster he wasn't sure if there actually was anybody else that lived there during the summers. This theory was supported by his observation of Professor Sprout leaving the grounds with a trio of suitcases floating by her side.

As a result of his seclusion he didn't see or speak to another soul but Tilly, who had apparently appointed himself his personal elf in the castle. It came as a bit of a surprise actually, that he was being allowed such leeway by the Order. Of course, he had stated that he would never join Voldemort while connected to a lie detector so there was a tiny bit of trust there.

His wounds healed up and with help of a salve Madam Pomfrey had had delivered the scars had even faded a little, even if they were still obvious. Fortunately, besides their appearance, they didn't really bother him, nor did they impede his movements. He was no longer surprised by the new face in the mirror, even if he grieved for the loss of yet another connection to his parents.

Without anything else to do Harry spent a lot of time in the Room of Requirement going over his memories, especially those of reading the paper. He realised that they were his best bargaining chip, should he need one.

He knew of attacks that were going to happen and people that were going to get killed. He knew names and faces of Death Eaters. As head of the DMLE the woman would kill for that kind of intel.

He viciously ignored Hermione's voice in the back of his head chanting, "saving people thing," over and over. It was a bargaining chip. Nothing more.

Meticulously he had written down all he could discern from his blurry memories in a set of notes to include any and all deaths and injuries that could be prevented if things happened the same way. The hazy and faded memories had made things difficult though.

The pensieve booklet had suggested learning Occlumency as a way to strengthen the mind and clear up memories, but Harry had so far shied away from that. He realised that if he would truly be forced to come face to face with both Dumbledore and Snape on a regular basis one or both of them might try Legilimency at some point and his secrets would then be forfeit. However, the memories of Snape's attempts to literally pound the subject into his head were very vivid and he really didn't want to try something like that again.

All in all, he felt prepared but very nervous as he paced his rooms Tuesday morning as he waited for Tilly to deliver him a paper. Almost as soon as the little elf arrived he snatched the Daily Prophet out of his hands and devoured the headlines.

DMLE Head Amelia Bones attacked!

His heart beat loudly in his chest as he devoured the article and his hands were so clammy the paper darkened where he gripped it. Fortunately it only took a few sentences before he sighed in relief.

Madam Bones had indeed been attacked, but she had escaped without serious injury. One of the Aurors guarding her was in St. Mungo's, though. That hadn't happened the first time, as far as he knew.

Nevertheless Harry was grinning widely as he put the paper down. It had worked! The woman was alive! The DMLE was not turned over to a self-righteous arse but remained in the hands of a woman who could and would help him.

The grin turned even wider when a Ministry owl swooped in minutes later carrying an invitation.

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