Harry Potter: Raised By Roses

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Olivia Is One Angry Witch

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE ISN'T FIRED," Melody screamed at the top of her lungs.

She was not a happy witch right now. Harry's arm might finally have its bones back, but she was not about to let that so-called professor get away with what he did.

"I apologize, Miss.Gardna, but the board of directors is beyond my control as headmaster," Dumbledore tells her. "I had immediately fired him, but the board canceled the firing and even is giving him a raise for the apparent 'trouble' I caused him."

"Are they stupid or blind," Krinos growled. "Not only did he attempt a healing spell without Harry's permission or a healer's license, but he completely de-boned his arm."

"How in the name of Hades, Zeus, and Poseidon does that not get him fired," Harry was not any better about the man that did that to his arm was walking around the school still.

"It seems that Mr.Malfoy's father does not seem to think that a man of Gilderoy's status should be punished for something so 'trivial," Dumbledore never liked that man for a reason. "My best guess is that he bribed most of the rest of the board to agree with him."

"Wow, it does not seem like there is anyone likable in the Malfoy family," Melody scoffed. "What is wrong with the people in this country? No offense, headmaster."

"None taken, I assure you, Miss.Gardna," Dumbledore says. "I have been trying for years to improve us, but most purebloods are too set in their ways and do not think any change is necessary."

"Not necessary," Krinos rolled his eyes. "They're delusional, that's what they are."

"I mean, look at how they treat first-generation magic users," Harry crossed his arms. "They treat them like second class citizens, preventing them from owning businesses and getting Ministry positions above a secretary. According to Melody's research, first-generation mages have risen to a six-to-one birth rate. Meaning for every one 'pureblood' born, there are six 'muggleborns' born."

"I did not know that," Dumbledore says.

"You're a busy man, headmaster," Krinos says. "You have three very powerful and demanding jobs. You most likely can't always find time to keep up with all the growing information about your country. Not even normal people can't do that."

"If you like, sir, we can call our cousin Olivia to help you," Melody offered. "As a member of the Magic Council, she can lend a hand on the political side of your Chief Warlock and Supreme Mugwump jobs."

"I would appreciate that very much," Dumbledore has never met as helpful students as these three since James, Lily, Alice, and Frank were still in school.

"Oh Hades," Harry swore, realizing something.

"Harry, what is it," Melody asked, concerned.

"Olivia," Harry said. "If she finds out that Lockhart is getting out of this scott-free, we're looking at one very angry witch on our hands."

"For the love of Olympus, you're right," Krinos put his face in his hands. "She might come fully stocked with vanquishing potions."

"I have not met her, but the way you talk about her it is obvious she is very protective of you three," Dumbledore noticed.

"Olivia is basically an older sister to us," Krinos says. "She was there when we were at our lowest points to bring us back up. It also helps that she is quite knowledgeable of demons, spells, potions, and ways to annoy the older members of the council."

"Are her powers any similar to any of yours," Dumbledore asked.

"Olivia is a very powerful mystic soul," Melody explained. "She has a very rare magic known simply as time magic."