Some Very Potter Drabbles

Fem!Harry - Read The Books

The dull roar of hundreds of voices speaking at once filled the Great Hall with a deafening amount of sound. All of the inhabitants of Hogwarts, at least the human ones, were seated underneath the currently blue-sky ceiling waiting for whoever had called the assembly to speak.

"Hem, hem!" The sudden silence was even more deafening than the noise. The Great Hall collectively hid grimaces and sneers as Hogwarts Most Universally Hated Professor stepped up to the podium. Dolores Umbridge, wearing her signature pink cardigan and a smirk spoke.

"Attention! Attention students, are you all looking here? Are you all listening?" She cooed to the students reluctantly turning their attention to her, leveling thousands of dead-eyed stares at the woman.

"Now that you are all paying attention, I have an announcement to make. As you know I graciously took on the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor this year to show the newest generation of witch and wizard the proper way to defend themselves." Here she looked especially smug, her definition of defense meant being helpless until a barely trained member of the DMLE showed up, most likely too late to be of any real help.

"Despite my cracking down on such unruly behavior, some students still refuse to follow the rules and continue to spread baseless lies." She glared at one student, in particular, a green-eyed girl at the Gryffindor table. Roseline Potter glared right back, unafraid of the toad in pink.

"Today I, in the presence of our esteemed Minister of Magic himself, will shed light upon these lies and reveal the truth!" With a triumphant flourish, Umbridge gestured towards the doors to the Great Hall, which chose that exact moment to....not open.

Heads turned back to Umbridge from where they had looked at the doors, even as murmurs of confusion and the occasional snicker rose as people realized that whatever dramatic entrance Umbridge and the Minister had planned, had just taken a turn for the embarrassing. At the podium Umbridge flushed and sputtered, trying to cover up the badly timed cue, the quiet laughs only got louder as the occupants of Hogwarts took malicious glee in Umbridge's obvious discomfort. Unfortunately, Umbridge was saved from her faux pas by the doors finally opening to admit Cornelius Fudge: the Minister of Magic, Amelia Bones: Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, a team of Unspeakables: employees of the Department of Mysteries, and Lucius Malfoy and his wife Narcissa: Lord and Lady of the House of Malfoy, and a white-haired stranger who looked to be in his early twenties.

"I hope we're not intruding Albus." The Minister spoke, aiming for large and in charge, but falling short and ending up with large and incompetent.

"Not at all Cornelius, I was just making an announcement the student body about your plans for today." Umbridge simpered. Everyone in Hogwarts and the Ministry knew that if Fudge even hinted at it, Umbridge would get on her knees and suck the man off, right then and right there, no questions asked. It was both disgusting and pathetic, seeing as neither individual was in any way attractive. Growing tired of the ugly couple's posturing Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, spoke up.

"Cornelius, if you would be so kind as to explain why you have brought such esteemed members of the wizarding community on to school grounds, I would be most thankful." The old man's wizened voice filled the Great Hall with ease, as opposed to Umbridge and Fudge who used charms to get the same commanding effect. His blue eyes were dark with the memory of what happened the last couple times Fudge and the Ministry brought anything to his school, first the dementors, then Buckbeak's almost execution, and then The Tournament and all the tragedy that came with it. He flicked a glance in Roseline's direction if anything like that happened again he would destroy Fudge himself.

"Ah yes Albus, about that, you see we here today have decided that, well th-" Fudge was cut off by his money purse which answered to Lucius Malfoy.

"We are here, Dumbledore, to quell the public's' unease, and put a stop to yours' and the Potter girls' baseless lies, once and for all." Lucius looking every bit the perfect pure-blood with his equally beautiful wife on his arm gave the older wizard a smug look that said if the situation didn't call for it, he would have never graced the Headmaster with his delightful presence.

"And how, Mister Malfoy, would you go about disproving these supposed lies." The Headmasters' raised eyebrow and reprimanding tone told Lucius in no uncertain terms that he wasn't going to be playing his games today.

From the small crowd of Ministry employees, an Unspeakable stepped forward. The gray hooded robe that was their uniform covering them from head to toe, giving those watching nothing to identify them by.

"If you would allow me to explain the process milord? I'm sure my team and I can handle the proceedings from this point on." Not even the Unspeakables voice gave them away, a voice that was neither high nor low, male or female. In the crowd Roseline was wondering how she could become an Unspeakable; if she could get that kind of anonymity, even a sliver of it, her life would be at least twenty times less stressful.

Lucius nodded his assent. The next moments would tell if these Unspeakables were more committed to their job or their sense of decency. The Unspeakable nodded back, turning towards the Head table they began to speak.

"Good afternoon to you Headmaster and staff, my name is Unspeakable Undine. I and my fellow Unspeakables are here to conduct a ritual that has not been performed for 300 hundred years. It is a ritual used to prove or disprove the guilt of crimes done in the past. Say, for example, one commits a crime and then Obviates themselves? If and when they get called into court over it, they could potentially lie, even under Veritaserum. But there is one problem with this: the persons own magic. You see Headmaster, magic does not forget. That person's magical core has a sort of record of their life, and since it is on their magical core it can not be tampered with. Ever. This ritual takes that record, directly from the core, of their entire life and transcribes it into a series of books, one for each year of life, so that the event in question can be found and their guilt quickly absolved or confirmed." As Unspeakable Undine spoke, they paced up and down in front of the Head table lecturing to the entire Hall, and amazingly enough, everyone was listening and engaged. The Ravenclaws (and Hermione) were, of course taking notes, the Slytherins were being still and listening carefully so they could fully understand what was being said, the Gryffindors were still listening but were also whispering amongst themselves wondering what the ritual had to do with Hogwarts, and the Hufflepuffs were looking on in rapt attention like they were being told an action packed adventure. The teachers were impressed with Undine's ability to keep a Hall full of preteens, teenagers, and young adults' attention, and also wondering what exactly this rarely performed ritual had to do with anyone in Hogwarts. Done wondering, the Headmaster decided to get to the meat of the matter.

"While your lecturing skills are something to admire, Unspeakable Undine, I must profess to being very curious as to why you and your team are here speaking about this ritual. And I do know the ritual, The Record of Life as it was called; it was banned 300 hundred years ago for reasons that had been lost due to the irregular upkeep of scrolls and faded ink. So I must ask, why are you here and why are you talking about it?" Standing up and moving around the Head table so he could talk face to face with the Unspeakable, Dumbledore got a very bad feeling that The Record of Life was soon to be unearthed, and he had his suspicions about who it was going to be used on.