Book Three: The Heir and The Champions

II - Six of Cups

Harry Potter

Harry was exhausted, he was running off a few hours of sleep and had just gotten done with dealing with the Head Auror, a man with a lion main for a haircut by the name of Rufus Scrimgeour, and a stern and no-nonsense monocle-wearing witch named Amelia Bones who was the head of the department of Magical Law Enforcement in an intense meeting that had Harry on pins and needles as they took his statement. They asked a lot of questions "why did you charge back into the crowd Mister Potter?" "Because they were torturing a little girl," "Why did you snap Lord Selwyn's wand after you knocked him out?" "So, if he got back up he wouldn't have a weapon," "Why did you use a muggle weapon instead of a wand? Rather brutal don't you think?" "I'm not allowed to use magic outside of school and they were assholes who deserved it,"

While the Head Auror hadn't been amused by that last answer, the Head of the DMLE did snort at it, and considering the woman had a straight face the entire time, Harry considered it a victory. It had taken another two hours before all the questions were asked and the statement was taken before he was allowed to leave, Harry and Ted had to stop by the Auror office so Harry could get his wand and bow back. He had to admit it was a pretty cool-looking place with all the wanted posters and newspaper clippings covering the walls of the cubicles for each Auror, all the people in red robes running to and fro with files, bags, or random items like a toilet with teeth that snapped at anyone who moved too close. He had to wait for a bit for them to find his wand and bow from evidence, so Harry stood around awkwardly as Ted went to talk to someone in one of the cubicles.

Harry was looking at an old wanted poster for Sirius, the one with him laughing like a madman, and was debating on if he could steal it for a memento of what happened last year when he hears a door open to his left, normally he would just ignore it, but when he heard "Lord Selwyn" he felt the Hunt purr in the back of his mind as he turned to the men walking out of the door. Harry didn't know his face, but his scent was unmistakable from a few hours earlier, he was a short man with graying brown hair swept back and a neatly trimmed mustache, and his eyes were an angry green set above sharp cheekbones and a glass jaw. Harry felt a pit of disappointment looking at the man's two working arms, he had snapped his right arm in three places before twisting his shoulder out of the socket.

He was shaking hands with an Auror who had the look of someone touching something unpleasant, "You have my thanks, Auror Breekon, I'm sorry I couldn't help you more in catching the scum who had cursed me, but it is my hope you catch the scoundrels that were behind this attack on my person and those innocent who were harmed," Selwyn says with a seemingly innocent smile made to look disarming, but neither Harry nor Auror Breekon bought it for a second.

"Of course, Lord Selwyn," the Auror says, in a thick cockney accent not smiling at the man, "Perhaps you should pay more attention to where you're using the John next time, since it seems that you're, ...exceptionally vulnerable to the Imperius curse," Auror Breekon says before a smug smile grows on his face as he talks to the Lord like he was insulting him.

Selwyn's lips twitch downward but otherwise, he seemed unfazed but the Aurors words, "I'll keep that in mind, Auror Breekon," Selwyn tries to smile as he says that but it comes out more of a sneer before he lets go of the Aurors hand and turning to leave just to see Harry standing in the hallway looking at him with a passive bored look on his face and stops dead.

"Mister Potter," Selwyn half hisses out, "What a surprise," he takes a few more steps toward Harry with a smile that wasn't friendly at all on his face, Harry watches the Auror tense before a wand slips into his hand with narrowed eyes, "I've been informed that I have you to thank for stopping me from doing unforgivable things to those poor people," Selwyn says, his voice like oil. When Harry just looks away from him, uninterested in what he has to say, does the man's tone change.