A Hop Skip And A Jump Away

Rebellion

The response to the interview from both magical and muggle sides was staggering. It didn't help that Death had arranged for it to be aired live on the Wizarding Wireless at the same time as it went out on the muggle TV and radio. Since they hadn't gotten around to discussing any policy decisions there were a lot of general questions about magic, magical creatures, muggleborns, and the laws governing magical/muggle interactions. There were some inquiries from the goblins and various potions masters about the dead basilisk. Those inquires forced Severus to explain that the carcass was probably still good because of how much magic was an integral part of the creature, completely aside from the probable preservation charms down in the Chamber of secrets. They made arrangements to potentially harvest and sell what remained of the corpse through the goblins.

The attack from a combined force of Hit Wizards, Unspeakables, and Aurors came within a week of the interview. The front of the goblin provided dwelling was utterly destroyed within seconds. The assault group barely got a few steps into the house before the combined force of the trio's magic being released slammed into them, locking them in place.

"You dare attack us in our own home?!" Voldemort snarled, completely in furious Dark Lord mode, angry husbands right behind him.

"Orders," someone choked out near the back of the group.

"Whose?" Harry snarled, just as furious as his husband. No answer was forthcoming.

"Very well, this attack counts as treason in both worlds. Our laws regarding treason have you each receiving the kiss after a year in Azkaban following having your magic ripped out of you having watched the same treatment to your families from eldest to infant. If a child is not spoken for they also receive the same as the rest of the family. If they are spoken for the blood adoption is immediately granted and all assets immediately fall to the ministry as compensation," Severus informed them coldly. "I wonder how many families are represented here?"

"Or my little master could use his rights as the rightful heir to the magical crown and force it out of them," Death chuckled darkly as he appeared from the shadows at Harry's side, causing him to jump.

"You really want me to have a heart attack don't you?" Harry said resentfully, his anger still boiling just beneath the surface.

"Umbridge, Delores Umbridge and Fudge counter signed the order. No one except the leader of each faction was informed. There were also signatures from several Wizengamot members," the lead Unspeakable finally admitted. He wasn't stupid enough to think they'd have succeeded but he'd also realized that if they didn't at least try there was a good chance that they would have been subjected to that exact same punishment under the table.

"You didn't want to actually attack us... there was no finesse, no planning, and the damage is actually fairly minimal if impressive when looked at..." Voldemort said with dawning comprehension.

"What?" Harry asked, confused on how blowing away half the house was minimal damage.

"The wards aren't torn away and if even half of them had thrown blasting charms we would have needed to use our own magic to protect ourselves. Most of the front of the house is the entry hall and parlors to either side, places that would be empty at this time of night," Severus deduced, finally thinking about the attack pattern its self. Harry mentally ran the numbers and came up with the exact same thing.

"So... they're just following the orders of idiots to keep said idiots from trying this sort of thing against them and their families. We proved the other day that we can mostly take care of ourselves. Death wouldn't have been pleased if one of use died but someone must have thought of that or at least of how pissed the other two of us would have been. It woke us up but didn't hurt us," Harry concluded as his anger found a more appropriate target and Death faded away with a malicious chuckle.

"Apparently, we should have considered removing them earlier," Severus said sourly.

"She did crucio me and forced more than half the school into using blood quills in detention that year," Harry said with a scowl. "Then there's the mess Fudge made."

"We could offer them clemency and protection if they swear service to our Harry," Voldemort suggested thoughtfully as he watched their attackers shivering under the force of their combined magic.

"Then their families could come after us in revenge. I won't accept it unless they swear their bloodlines to service," Severus said stubbornly. "We have a baby on the way and the shock of the attack could have put the little one at risk, even with their attempts to mitigate the damage."

There were several loud gulps at this news. None of them had thought about the baby growing inside Voldemort when they planned the attack. The feral look that Harry and Voldemort gained said that they'd momentarily forgotten about it until Severus had mentioned the possibility of loosing the baby. Harry's hands started to glow with power. Voldemort's own hands dropped protectively to his still flat belly as he scooted behind his husbands, glaring at their attackers.

There was a frantic scramble for wands, which were as yet unconfiscated, while the leaders bought them time to formulate the proper vows.

"We'll swear!" the lead Unspeakable said hastily. "Just give us a moment to figure out the wording!"

"No one told us there was a baby involved," one Auror hissed to another.

"No one told us who we were attacking either," a Hit Wizard hissed back. "We were just told to make sure everyone who fought back wound up dead."

"My lord? May I respectfully submit that most of us did not know who lived here," Dawlish pointed out cautiously, making doubly sure to bare his marked arm to prove he was a Death Eater. "I would like to respectfully request time for I and my fellows to come up with an appropriate vow to that effect. This would also give us time to create a vow of service for those who are not already sworn to you or your husbands."

"I knew it! He's one of yours," Harry said scowling but the power that had been making his hands glow ever brighter was abruptly gone. He sulked a bit, never moving from protectively standing in front of his pregnant husband.

"He made enough trouble for you in the other timeline," Severus hummed in agreement, relaxing a bit at the unexpected presence of back up and equally unexpected cooperation.

The vow was quickly made and sworn by everyone present. Surprisingly, each and everyone of them felt their vow of service to the ministry and the magic holding the Unspeakables silent fall away as their allegiance officially shifted. Death's echoing gleeful laughter told them that he probably had a hand in this. Rather than worry about it Harry made the new group of minions fix the house before ordering them home to tell their families about their new status and to inform him when they were ready to work. Plans were made to have them help with the muggleborn information and integration that had begun with the revelation of magic during the interview.