Chapter 22: Wards
“I will not tolerate this perfidy any longer, the younger Malfoy had a great future with us, his father before his unfortunate ‘accident’ had trained and guided his future to our cause well. And now his is little more then one of Dumbledores lackeys! And how many others of the youth movement are moving away from me? From their great futures as rulers over the pathetic muggles and half-breeds?”
“Do you want her killed my Lord?”
“I want her at my side… the power she wields! Failing that, kill her yes.”
Control, it comes so much easier now but still, it is not yet perfect, I still lose control, still see and hear or my powers, my illusions spilling over. I need to gain, to keep this control but the move I learn of my powers, the more I learn control, the more my powers expand and the more difficult it is too control, so there more I must learn…
The vicious circle that is control and power I suppose, a circle I must learn to live with else become that which I hate the most. Still though I ask, why me?
In this world of billions, how many must cry out to the Goblin King to have their children taken away? Yet, amongst his dominion I doubt there were more then ten thousand goblins, even counting those somehow different minions he keeps in the wizarding world, those who present the public face of Gringotts to the world. You would have thought there would be more… unless the Goblin King is more selective then that.
The hat said I should have been invited to Hogwarts, if that is true then there is Sorcery in my blood. Is that what it needs, a touch of magics before you can send a child to the king? It makes a certain sense I suppose… but surely that can not be the whole answer. Why did I miss out on the magical education I was supposedly due? Why was I not detected by the magics that would have signalled my existence to the wizarding world?
And why, of all those who tried to retrieve their child from the Goblin King was it I who succeeded, why was it I that caught Jareth’s eye?
All these questions, and if I were to be honest, I suspect only has the answers and he at least is avoiding me.
“Well, the party was a success.”
“Yeah,” Ron grinned, “Snape was well pissed of.”
Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes, just, “and Snape has never been the vengeful sort where Gryffindor is concerned? Still, Sarah has cheered up, is working harder…”
“Of course you would be happy about somebody working harder…” Ron muttered, earning a snort from Harry and a glare from Hermione.
“And unlike some is actually learning something about her powers and abilities. Just what was your last Transfiguration mark again?” she replied pointedly.
Ron snorted, “Better then my last few. McGonagall seems to think I’m doing now, not trying to do… whatever the hell that is supposed to mean.”
Hermione nodded, silently conceding the point, “still, he did attack the school again.”
“Yes,” Harry replied grimly, “I think its time the wards on this place were upgraded.”
“Harry,” Ron replied, somewhat aghast, “Dumbledore upgraded the wards himself not that long ago, you know that.”
“No,” he shook his head, “he reinforced them not upgraded them.”
Ron frowned, “there’s a difference?”
“He just strengthened the existing wards, didn’t add anything new.” Hermione frowned, “but Harry, how could we improve on the founder’s magics and Dumbledores?”
Harry grinned, “a little imagination, a lot of research and some highly inventive brothers we know.”
“Harry,” Ron groaned, “you would ask those two for ideas on how to protect Hogwarts?”
Hermione shook her head, “they’re inventive, willing to think outside of the box and damn determined if they get interested. It’ll work assuming we keep a weather eye on them.”
“Say,” Ron asked, “do you think they could ward against Snape taking points too?”
Harry snorted as the trio walked into the potions classroom.
Dumbledore smiled as he turned his attention away from the trio and back to within himself, placing his consciousness within his body once more. It was tricks like this that made everyone wonder how he knew so much but truth be told, you couldn’t even hope to run a place like Hogwarts without knowing one or two things no-one else in the school did.
They were right of course, he had just reinforced the wards not upgraded them. Truth be told, whilst he had made sure every standard ward was in place and a few that were standard only to Hogwarts were working, he hadn’t given much thought to new wards. Sure, he had added those that were known but known to him meant likely known to the enemy as well.
To invent new wards, new protections… well, the Deatheaters would be less likely to predict such and simply through lack of knowledge would find them harder to get through. Of course, he would have to reinforce the wards himself once he knew what they had added, after all, inventive Fred and George might be but particularly powerful they weren’t, a little work would be needed to ensure the wards were strong enough to be effective and safe enough for use in a school. Well, selectively safe anyway, if the children didn’t notice they were there all the better but he didn’t want any of them being caught by accident.
He would have to keep a real close eye on those experiments.
He would also have to take a few notes, after all, this was Fred and George and there were a few people he knew who could do with a hopefully non-fatal lesson.
That is, when he got the time, letting those two have access to stores was always an interesting experience whether they knew they were being allowed or not. He still remembered what happened when they ‘accidentally’ released that batch of love potion into the air.
He hadn’t been able to look at Professor Sprout the same way since.