Disclaimer, Sad to say I do not own any of the Harry Potter universe, it all belongs to J. K. Rowling.

The New Sixth Year.

Chapter five

Harry stood on the unused third floor landing of Hogwarts castle and watched the students as they left the great hall. He wore a huge smile as he looked at his wife who stood a little distance away talking to one of the portraits. Looking down on the entrance hall and seeing his prey walk from the great hall toward the stairs, Harry called to Hermione. "Its show time my love."

Hermione gave Harry a quick nod of her head before she waved her hand and conjured a false wall in front of her, it was so well done that Harry was no longer sure where she had been standing. He relaxed a little when he saw her head and shoulders appear out of the stonework and she winked at him.

Harry looked down over the edge of the banister at the top of the third floor landing and watched silently until Dumbledore had reached half way up the second flight of stairs. With a wide grin on his face Harry watched the old man as he paused for two young students who rushed past him. As soon as the stairs were clear of students Harry chuckled, it was time, Dumbledore had just reached the top of the second flight. Leaning over a little precariously Harry called down to the old man.

"Hello there Numb balls, how are you, I see you have recovered from my mother in laws small gift. Pity that, I was hoping to witness a little limping or some thing."

A surprised Dumbledore looked up to see where the voice was coming from, as soon as he saw Harry his countenance changed taking on the persona of a friendly grandfatherly type. "Harry my boy where have you been? I really must talk to you."

"You think I'm stupid or something?" Harry called down before he turned and walked off down the corridor.

'I do indeed boy, it seems you have forgotten that that corridor is a dead end' Albus thought as he rushed up the stairs to the third floor.

Harry watched as the old man started to rush up the stairs, he then walked a short way along the corridor and taking a quick look behind him self checking it was still clear he pulled open a door to a rather special room. Then with a simple thought and a finger twiddle he created a rough image of himself as seen from behind. The image floated to stand in front of an open door on the opposite side of the room.

Harry nodded pleased with his work, leaving the door to the room open he stepped to the side and vanished behind Hermione's false wall. Hermione looked at him and with a flick of her little finger of her right hand she created a silencing charm around them both. The two of them stood and watched through the wall that from their side was like a huge one way mirror, as Dumbledore rushed down the corridor straight to the door Harry had left open. They both chuckled as the old man walked into the room in pursuit of the false Harry.

Harry stepped from behind the wall while Hermione dispelled the charm that had created it. Reaching into the room Harry grabbed the door handle and pulled it toward him. "Goodbye headmaster," he said to the old man as he pulled the door closed. Two seconds after closing, the door in front of him vanished and was replaced by the solid stone wall of the castle.

Albus Dumbledore spun around as he heard Harry say goodbye, he looked on in shock when Harry simply shut the door, there was no sound of a locking charm or of there being a key used, Dumbledore smiled to him self saying, "And they tell me Tom is scared of a stupid boy who didn't even bother to lock the door." It took the bearded old man just a few seconds to reach the door and open it and look out into an empty corridor.

Harry and Hermione took a very casual walk around the school; they called in to the kitchens for a snack before making their way up to Gryffindor tower and the common room where they were warmly welcomed by their former house mates who were preparing to leave for their break the following morning. All but one that is, Ron Weasley watched as Harry and Hermione walked in through the portrait hole, as they were being welcomed by his fellow Gryffindor's Ron's ears slowly turned red.

Standing up abruptly Ron tipped Lavender Brown from his lap onto the floor, every one in the common room turned at the sound of Lavenders squeal as she found herself falling butt first to the floor in a rather undignified heap. Her yell of "WHAT The Hell Weasley?" Went completely ignored as everyone in the room was focused on the most idle and stupid Gryffindor of the past century.

"Potter! What the hell do you think you are doing with my girlfriend? You back stabbing git!" Ron yelled even though they were standing not more than a few feet away from him.

Just about every set of eyes in the room looked from Ron to Lavender and then back at Ron, Lavender was now sitting open mouthed on the floor in front of Ron Weasley, she quickly decided that this time he was now definitely and permanently and for the very last time her boyfriend.

"Er, listen up Weasley… I mean, I know you have always been a little thick, and actually beating a small chunk of wood in your exams would strain your little brain to its maximum, but my husband Harry is nowhere near your girlfriend, who for some odd reason is sitting on the floor in front of you. Now be a good little idiot and sit back down," Hermione said with a straight face, though Harry knew she was dying to laugh at their former friend, as he could see the mirth in her eyes.

"The wife's right you know Ron, I'm nowhere near Lavender," Harry said wanting his little dig at the red head that had spent five years making Hermione cry as often as he could.

"I'm talking about Hermione, Potter. She belongs to me, she was always meant to be mine, so get your filthy hands away from my woman," Ron yelled.

Gryffindor's were supposed to be brave but all those in the common room knew the difference between being brave and being just plain stupid, and seeing Hermione's face they all stepped back as far as they could, there was no need for more than one idiot in the room.

Neither Harry nor Hermione moved, all those watching would swear to it, still Ron Weasley floated up into the air and then just as though someone had pushed him over he fell forward until he was lying flat on his face over five and a half feet in the air. He then began to move forward until he was directly in front of and slightly above Hermione. The tremendous slap that she gave him hit him flush on his right cheek and sent him into a spin. While Hermione growled "Weasley I detest every thing about you."

Still spinning like a parachutist in free fall Ron rose up until he was just below the ceiling. He groaned in pain as his face, hands, and a particularly delicate part of his anatomy erupted in painful boils. Across his forehead the red and blistered words 'I am stupid' appeared. He carried on spinning as Harry informed their former house mates that he and Hermione were now married and Hermione was expecting twins. At the mention of twins everyone seemed to automatically look up at the still spinning red head with a pain filled and rather dumfounded look on his face.

Having been congratulated by every one including Lavender, who kept asking Hermione what spell she had used on the red headed prat, so she could practice it for when the prat tried another feeble apology and asked her for another date. They made their way to the portrait hole and waved their goodbye.

As they were leaving Hermione whispered rather loudly to two young second years, "I don't think I would stay there if I was you, or there is likely to be a dumb Weasel dropping in on you shortly."

Two second year girls looked up and saw that Ron was still spinning and was directly above them. Saying thanks to Hermione the girls collected their belongings and moved to another spot in the room.

Leaving the Gryffindor common room the two Potters made their way to the secret door and a meeting with the founders and then his parents to inform them all how their plans for Dumbledore had worked like a dream.

Albus Dumbledore the man of many names and just as many titles had been wandering around the castle in search of Harry Potter for quite some time before he began to realise there was something wrong, he could not remember seeing any windows for quite some time, he also began to notice that none of the paintings were moving or talking. When he stood still held his breath and listened there was absolute silence except for his own heart beat.

A week later the old man sat alone on the only chair in the great hall, he had finally worked out that he was trapped in some strange mirror version of Hogwarts, when Potter had shut that door he didn't need to lock it because by entering that room, he the great Albus Dumbledore had walked into a trap. There was no one else in the castle; and there was no way out of the castle that he could find. He had been unable to find any books or anything else that might do to help him overcome the boredom. Even the headmasters' office was devoid of any of the things that might have been found in an office. Food was always available when he needed to eat as was water to drink, but that was all, and worst thing of all, he was unable to conjure anything at all, magic simply did not work in this version of Hogwarts.

It was two weeks before he admitted to him self while resting on the only bed in the entire castle, that Harry Potter had beaten him by using the brilliant Albus Dumbledore's usual stupidity of thinking he was the greatest and cleverest wizard alive and believing it. He knew that he had given himself that title and had never actually done anything to prove his claim. As he fell asleep once again in his silent lonely prison he wondered if he would be a prisoner here in this nightmare for sixteen years, because thanks to him Harry Potter had been a prisoner in a nightmare existence for sixteen long years. His last thought before sleep took him was 'I'll never last that long alone with nothing to do.' Albus Dumbledore suffered many nightmares while he slept, nightmares of being a small abused boy who was kept locked in a small cupboard, starved until it was time for work or punishment. He tried many times to escape but he would never find a way to be free of this mirror version of Hogwarts or of his nightmares.

Voldemort tried to smile, the unreasonable and yet overwhelming fear, and absolute sheer terror that even the mention of Potter's name instilled in him and made him nauseous was now gone. He had had to leave behind his plans to rule the world and it had taken nearly three months of travelling incognito, but he now finally had his own domain to rule over and he had his own minions again. Granted it might only be a small island but he no longer had to do his own cooking, he was brought as much food as he could eat four times a day, he had in fact begun to put on a little weight, something he had not done since he was a teenager.

With his thin snake like lips curled into some semblance of a smile he looked out over his domain. It might not be large, but for a small island in the Bermuda triangle it was not really too bad. He would of course be a little happier when he could speak the language of his minions, but for now their worshiping him as a god would suffice. He reminded him self that as soon as he had learnt the language he should ask them why they insisted that he sat in a swinging chair during the evening meals, and what were the markings for on the tree next to the chair. And why on earth the oddly dressed old man checked how high his chair was from the ground every evening.

When he first arrived on the island, Voldemort in his haste to settle somewhere so he could once again start to build his empire (only on a much smaller scale) had missed the warning signs posted on the reef just off the island. The signs that warned that some of the local islands were home to cannibals. Sailors were warned not to go ashore unless it was absolutely vital. Of course there is the point that Tom Marvolo Riddle never was one for taking much notice of warning signs otherwise he may have taken notice of the glaring warning sign that being beaten by the same young boy five times had to mean he was definitely missing something important about the boy. Perhaps if he had taken notice he would not have found himself where he was, maybe one day, perhaps when the legs of the chair he sits on at dinner touch the floor he will learn his lesson, warnings are well worth taking notice of no matter where they come from, as his next visit to the insides of a cauldron would most definitely not be for his resurrection.

If anyone could have watched the great Albus Dumbledore at that time, they would have witnessed him as he gave either his welcome feast or his end of year speech to the very deserted great hall. His mind was broken by the loneliness and the constant nightmares that were so realistic he always felt the pain of Harry Potter during each and every one of them.

It was two days before Harry's birthday; he along with Hermione and the two Grangers sat in the office of Ragnok, head of the wizarding banking system and leader of the Goblin nation. Ragnok was just coming to the end of a rather long and boring monolog "…And so Mr Potter with so many resigning or simply up and leaving the government is beginning to fall apart."

"Er… Thank you for that rather detailed description of the wizarding world of Britain, but what has it to do with me and what do you expect me to do about it?" Harry queried while wondering why the hell all the pureblood elitists were so frightened of him they were dropping everything and leaving the country, he couldn't even remember seeing a death eater since the day at Bones house.

"Mr Potter we Goblins and other financial institutions are not yet being affected by what is happening outside our doors, mainly because the majority of those leaving are simply removing themselves physically they are for now retaining our services. We do how ever fear that it will not be long before they begin to remove their wealth to other countries. We suspect that the majority of them do not wish to disrupt the education of their offspring and that is why they have left their financial affairs as they were. We hope that as the main cause of this problem you will be able to either reverse the trend or take action to rebuild the government thus allowing laws similar to the Muggle laws preventing the removal of large amounts of gold from the economy be made."

Richard Granger gave a little cough "So Mr Ragnok am I right in assuming you are asking Harry to take over the government?"

"In a nut shell, yes, that is what we as a nation and the main financial institutions of the British wizarding world would like to happen. Whether Mr Potter likes it or not with Dumbledore missing he is the one that the decent wizarding folk of this land look upon as their leader," Ragnok answered firmly.

"Oh whoopee, Harry Potter for president," Harry said sarcastically.

There were looks of shock on the faces of Harry, Hermione and Richard as Helen spoke up, "We will see what we can do about it Mr Ragnok, thank you for your help. Come on you three we have a lot to do."

On leaving Ragnok's office all that Helen would tell them was that they needed to visit Amelia as she would be needed to help them. Fifteen minutes later they were all sitting comfortably in Amelia's office listening as she verified that the Muggle prime minister was well aware of the magical world and should be kept up to date by the Minister of magic. The fact that Fudge had obviously done a runner pointed to the prime minister having no idea about the imminent collapse of the ministry of magic.

Helen pointed out to them what seemed obvious to her, the magical world must contribute quite a large sum of income to the Muggles "Where else can all the food and other goods come from? There are plenty of magical shops, but I haven't heard a single whisper about the magicals having any factories or industries that produce all the goods, food, clothes, parchment those sort of things you all use, so I think there has to be some sort of connection between the two, maybe a treaty or something. We might be able to get help from the Muggle government."

Surprising them all Amelia nodded then made a floo call to the prime minister and after informing him what was happening in a very short version they arranged a meeting for later that afternoon. With the floo call ended she invited them all to lunch in a quiet little café that she frequented.

At two pm they all took the floo from Amelia's office to number ten Downing Street. They were only in the prime ministers office long enough to straighten their clothes before they were taken to a garage and climbed into a limousine. It took just a few minutes before they found themselves standing in a reception room in Buckingham Palace.

Harry nervously tried to find out from members of the staff what was happening but discovered he was not alone in not knowing things. Even the prime minister was not aware of the reason they had been called before the Queen. They had only been in the room a matter of minutes when the Queen entered and having looked at her visitors she began by greeting her minister.

The Prime minister having bowed turned slightly and introduced Harry, and Hermione followed by Amelia and Mr and Mrs Granger.

With the formalities over the Queen took a seat and invited them all to sit. Looking at Harry the Queen smiled before speaking "Mr Potter, we have read our reports about your recent adventures and we are pleased with what you have done. It has been our plan to meet with you at a later time in your life, but it seems we have some new problems in our magical community which will require the Queens wizard to relay our orders to the Wizengamot. Normally the Queens wizard would be at least twenty five years old before being appointed. We will however be required to bring forward that appointment to commence on your seventeenth birthday."

Harry looked at the queen with a look of horrified shock and disbelief "M… me?" was all he could manage to say.

"Tell me why such shock Mr Potter? A Potter has been the royal wizard since the year 1128. Your father was next in line when the previous royal wizard, your grandfather died. The title and duties of the Queens wizard now pass to you. You would have been called to your duties the day you reach twenty-five but the wizarding world has need of your services right now. We are not pleased with our ministry of magic they have failed their Queen and we wish you to…"

The Potters and Grangers were all deep in thought as they rode in the prime ministers limo back to the Leaky Cauldron. Harry was wearing the chain of office that came with being the Queens wizard; while Hermione and Amelia were wondering how a young man seventeen years old was going to carry out the orders the Queen had given him.

After a rather tiring birthday breakfast in bed with Hermione, Harry listened carefully as she told him of her plan, right after breakfast the Potter couple made their way to the ministry and Amelia's office. Harry with the staff of office he had been given. All of the family accompanied him. In his Queens wizard guise he gave orders for Amelia to provide him with an auror escort which she was to lead, to take them into the Wizengamot meeting.

Hermione and her parents took a seat in the gallery that was normally reserved for the public, while Harry with his staff in hand walked into the centre of the room. Standing there with all eyes on him he took a deep breath and then slowly he looked around at the gathering. "I stand in front of you as the Queens wizard, and I bring you our Queens orders. My first task is to appoint a new minister. Amelia Bones of the ancient and noble house of Bones step forward and accept the appointment of minister."

A rather shocked Amelia stepped forward and accepted the appointment with surprise written all over her face, she had not expected Harry to even consider her for the position. Taking her seat in the minister's chair she received a small unenthusiastic round of applause from the members around the chamber.

"With the appointment of your new minister the Queen commands the removal of all pureblood laws that prevent the appointment of half-blood and Muggle born's to the Wizengamot." Harry slammed the end of his staff onto the floor. With a huge crack like lightening Harry declared the pureblood laws illegal while watching as a bolt of magic swept around the chamber. "Minister I commission you and the Wizengamot rebuild the Queens government of magical Britain, I give you one month. If you fail to fulfil this commission I will return and remove the Wizengamot's authority and return all rule to our Queen. I suggest you use the skills and intelligence of those you chose to treat as second class citizens with your bigotry. Beg their help if you have too because believe me you will most definitely not like it if I have to return here again." Harry then once again gave them a show of his magic before he turned and walked out of the chamber. He could still hear the uproar in the wizengamot chamber as he was joined by Hermione and the Grangers, together they left the building.

Harry's small display and his threat of returning was all it took to turn around the way the wizarding government of Britain worked. Within the year the wizengamot was made up of seventy five percent half bloods and Muggle born's, all of whom had been voted into their jobs by the people. Most of the workers in the ministry were people who until Harry's visit were deemed unworthy.

Harry and Hermione settled down to enjoy raising their family, still once a month for the next one hundred years Harry visited the ministry as the queens wizard and held an open office where he would hear any problems anyone brought to him.

One hundred and twenty five years after his appointment by the queen the British magical world was a complete democracy. Most pureblood families had died out and there seemed to no longer be the threat of a dark lord every few decades. Harry and Hermione celebrated their last anniversary that year, surrounded by their large family all of whom were proud to be descended from Harry and Hermione Potter. They had led fairly happy lives together and had accomplished what they started out to do, before they both passed on together in their sleep.

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