Godfather and Godson

Chapter 146: To War

Walking through the halls of his family home, Tobry and Dobby both followed at his heel.

"Dobby can't believe good and kind Master Potter would be suspended by bad Headmaster," his personal house-elf cried out.

"This must be a mistake, a Potter has never been suspended from Hogwarts," Tobry too spoke in turn. "We must speak to the Headmaster to get this all cleared up! We can not have the family name tarnish like that!"

"Forget it, we have more pressing things to concern us," Harry replied as he entered a command room. A young magical researcher from Golden Tower was fine tuning one of the many magical devices he had set up in the manor.

This was one of the projects he had going at the moment, which was refurbishing his family home to bring it screaming into the modern day. There had been many protests from all the changes he was making, especially Tobry and even the old Potter family ancestor in the portraits who had access to many portraits within the manor letting them experience everything first hand.

Snapping his finger at the young witch, Harry called her over to him, "Put the Commander on the screen for me!"

Doing as told, Harry took a seat on one of the luxury chairs set about the room, and turned to Dobby, "Dobby, if you would, please, get me a drink. I think it will be a while!" Nodding his head, the little house elf snapped his finger and disappeared with an inaudible pop.

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Harry wasn't given a single moment to himself as Tobry still went on about the suspension. "I can't believe it, what would the old master and mistress think if they knew a Potter was suspended, or even the Great grand-master!"

Sighing, Harry tried to calm down the head house-elf, he could have his most trusted steward break down on him. "These things happen, Tobry, come on, just get over it!"

"Okay!" the house-elf shouted shrilly! "How is any of this okay! Never before..." he began again.

"Are you done?" Harry asked the young magical researcher.

"Yes, Sir, I am just waiting for the people on the other side to answer."

"Alright, thank you. I got it from here," Harry nodded to the girl, signaling for her to leave.

Now that it was only the two of them in the room, Harry turned to look at the house-elf.

"Tobry," Harry said in a stern voice as he grabbed hold of the house-elf and had him face him. "We need to be clear and focused right now. Remove everything else from your mind. We are going to War! You can yell at me later. But right now I need your head in the game. Am I clear?!"

"Yes, yes, you are correct master," the house-elf nodded his head as he collected himself. "However we will discuss this later, and your ancestors will hear news of this!"

"Fine," Harry sighed, he really couldn't wait to face those old portraits. There was no doubt he would be getting a hear full!

It was at the moment that Dobby had come back with his stiff drink. Taking a sip of his drink, Harry saw that the phone line finally connected through to the fortress.

The commander appeared on the ultra wide Mirror screen up above. He was speaking to someone off to the side as he asked, "So are we connected now?"

"Yes, sir," Harry heard the person answer. "I believe that's Lord Potter there, waiting for you."

Turning around to look at the screen, Harry saw that the old hand was wearing a pair of old timey glasses as he squinted at the panels that worked the device. "Can you hear me boy?" the old commander asked, shouting a bit too loud than what was necessary.