Lord James Bonham was a skilled dueler a good politician and an inspired strategist. He craved power more then anything else the pursuit of it took him over till little else mattered. However there was one obstacle to his gaining power , it was just that power. He was about average in sheer magical presence.

Contrary to popular belief magic is not like a rechargeable battery. Magic is more like a hole centering around a person the wider the rip in reality the more powerful spells a person can perform. So while he could manage your average battle spells such as stupefy, the killing curse, and the more minor dark magics. He couldn’t quite cope with magic such as the flamin whip and such. Maybe it was this lack power that made him crave it in all forms. To make up for this lack of power he had traveled across the world studying obscure magic, tactics, and, ideas. Eventually he had to concede defeat and return to England but the need for power was still there.

John had decided that if he couldn’t rule the world he would be the right hand of the one who did the question was Who? Lord Malfoy who sat in front of him seemed to think the dark lord was the man for him. However James was not so sure it was not that he minded killing or gave a rats ass either way about muggleborns or muggles for that matter but the act of bowing disgusted him. To a normal person this might mean throwing their lot in with Fudge or Dumbledore. To James it didn’t he despised fudge and Dumbledore wasn’t exactly granting power to his follower he was taking it away.

“Well Lucius I will not be joining your little club” James said mockingly. “Be Careful lord Bonham you don’t want me or for that matter the dark lord as an enemy” Malfoy said. “I bow to no one” James said forcefully. “Very well you will suffer the consequences of your actions” Malfoy said as he stood up and walked out the door. Threatening me the bastards got a lot of nerve James thought well staring at the door.

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The next morning brought confirmation of what had been done to me the front page story on the prophet was about rising crime rates. But rather then exonerating me the article instead painted Dumbledore and to a lesser extent me. As attempting to use it to our favor. Well you can’t have everything Dumbledore I thought to my self before digging into the pancakes Mrs. Weasley set in front of me.

I was beginning to wonder what I would be doing that day when that Weasley woman decided for me, remind me to kill her. So I was stuck spending that morning cleaning of course the first room we had to clean was full of big spiders. Naturally that fucking coward Ron went to get a drink and never came back leaving the rest of us spraying poison at the damn things for three hours. It wasn’t a complete waste One of the order was talking in the kitchen, and I got to see what exactly Fred and George were wasting my money on. Though to be fair the extendable ears were useful. Apparently the order is guarding something interesting but not all that surprising still I would still like to figure out what it is.

I found out later that day that Ginny was still enamored with me. It was a complete accident on my part I was looking for granger to tell her that Mrs. Weasley wanted help with something or the other honestly if that woman ever shut up I never heard. Anyways I walked into the room her and Ginny were sleeping in and found Ginny’s dairy lying open on the bed. Honestly the little bitch should have learned her lesson from good old Tom but apparently not.

The dairy had been left open with the pen still lying on the page her mother had probably told her to go clean or something.

God it was pathetic still I do need something to stick it in. UHH what am I thinking if her mother is any indication it’s a minor miracle she hasn’t gotten pregnant from me glancing at her. Besides there are much worthy woman to lose my virginity to maybe not in the house but I can wait.

Later that night after cleaning two more rooms luckily for Ron they didn’t have spiders we were allowed to eat that poison that Mrs.Weasley made. In reality the food was okay everybody has special talent in life Mrs.Weasley are apparently turning out useless ugly children and pies. I Guess there would be some meeting after the Meal as I was introduced to some of the order.

There was an younger woman Hestia Jones that had gone to heavy on the make up and now appeared to be blushing permanently. There was Kingsley who pretty much remained quiet I got the impression that he was one of the leaders in the group. Then there was Dung Fletcher who smelled like old socks and was supposed to have contacts in the underworld anyways the smell was to annoying to be around so I didn’t find out much.

Finally there was Nymphadora Tonks who apparently hated her first name gee I wonder why. Though to be fair she was beautiful in an odd sort of way. When I figured out she was a shape shifter my first thought was to seduce her. Naturally I remembered she was both older and probably not worshiping the ground I walked on like Ginny was. Followed by the revelation that she was an auror I put the thought out of my mind to risky.

Dinner was pleasant for what it was eating in a room full of people I had nothing but loathing for. Then again some part of me still I wouldn’t say loved Sirius but at the least was still attached to him. Maybe I would try to convert him to my way of thinking. I managed to figure out in the course of the dinner that nobody liked Dung but Fred and George who seemed to want to talk to him I’ll have figure that out later. Another nugget of information was that Moody was a hard ass on auror recruits nah really. Jesus Christ I am in a room full of people belonging to a secret organization you would think they would say something well I don’t know secret.

After dinner we were led up stairs so we could go to bed naturally we all gathered in the banister that was over the kitchen. As the meeting commenced Fred and George pulled out their ear things and motioned for us to listen. “As far we can tell Voldomort has begun contacting those supportive to his cause as to the results we can only speculate but since nobody has sounded the alarm we can assume he has been successful” Tonks said. “In the Magical Assembly Fudge Has began issuing educational decrees the end result is clearly the removal of you Dumbledore” A man’s voice said. “Thank you for the concern Eliphias But please continue” Dumbledore said, “Of course Albus” said the man. “The Federalist and Conservative are praising this action while surprisingly enough the TRP are denouncing it and have adopted harder line towards Fudge“ The man continued. “I doubt Stump takes kindly to Fudge sticking his hand into Hogwarts he chairs the board of governers after all” said a female voice.

“Very well and how is the guard duty progressing” Dumbledore asked “Malfoy has been coming around more often” said a male voice. “We expected them to start scouting it out didn’t we” said moody at his voice harry tensed up and fought the urge to go downstairs and kill the man. Apparently he had missed a few angry retorts because Dumbledore was calling for silence. “Very well if there is nothing else meeting adjourned“.

As they heard the chairs scraping they all dashed for their rooms nobody anted to be caught listening in. Cowards I thought as I calmly strolled towards my room.

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The next few days I will always remember the most wasted in my entire life seriously I was more productive locked in a cupboard then cleaning that damn house. I came down the Morning of my trail calmly with a plan in mind, well it really wasn’t much of a plan just let Dumbledore do all the hard work. After all he doesn’t seem like the type to let the worlds savoir die in a prison cell. Though I am sure his opinion will change when I stand over him with my wand in hand.

Well apparently Dumbledore doesn’t care enough about me as much as I thought as Mr. Weasley led me through the neighborhood. Babbling about muggles the list of people I will kill just keeps getting longer and longer. Maybe I will have a group of muggles do it that would have a good ironic feel to it. That happy thought allowed me to tune out Mr. Weasley’s speculation of how planes stay up the information is in the library retard.

After what seemed like a life time of walking we finally managed to get to an underground station that looked very shabby. Oh well I have lived through worse I thought As I waited for the train. It arrived surprisingly fast tax payer dollars at work I suppose though you think they could spend a few dollars on air freshener I thought as I took a seat leaving the one that smelled vaguely like piss to Mr. Weasley.

We emerged from the underground in a seedy looking neighborhood. I crammed my head around looking for some gang members maybe they would finish Weasly off for me. No such luck no muggles in sight probably put muggle repelling wards around the whole block. We walked towards a broken telephone booth and Mr.Weasley crammed himself in and motioned for me to join him. I did if a little unwillingly. I was beginning to think he had lost it when he dialed 6-4-4-2 and the booth began to sink, the numbers spelled Magic real original ministry.

As we descended a calm female voice said “welcome to the ministry of magic” state your business. “Arthur Weasley employee” he said “Harry potter trail” I said as a name tag with my name on it popped out from the coin tray. Enjoy your visit to the ministry of magic said the voice I am sure I will bitch I thought to myself.

The Atrium in the ministry of magic was an impressive place. In the center stood a large golden fountain hat portrayed a wizard and a witch wands held high with water flowing out the ends. Along with an assortment of other species looking at the humans nothing but admiration in their eyes. A nice work I thought to my self I may keep it after I take over. Taking my eyes of the fountain they traveled along the walls noting the floo connection and the orderly lines.

Mr. Weasley led me to a security desk with a bleary eyed looking wizard in peacock robes who looked on the verge of falling asleep. “I am escorting a visitor” Mr. Weasley said to the wizard “step over here” the man said to me in a bored voice. Once I had reached the spot he had indicated he pulled out a long thin piece of metal that looked as flexible as a car Ariel and waved it across my body. “Wand” he said I reluctantly handed it over. “Eleven inches, phoenix-feather core been in use for four years sound right” he asked “yes” I said then here he said before sitting back down and tried to fall asleep with security like this at their headquarters taking this place over should be easy.

“What have you got there Bog” Mr. Weasley asked a bearded wizard caring a box as we stepped on some sort of elevator. “Well we thought it was” I started to tune out at that point I had learned long ago that wizarding conversation sounded interesting but was ultimately pointless. I came back somewhere around fire breathing chicken witch only illustrated my point.

Level two Department of magical law enforcement, Including The Improper Use of magic office, Auror headquarters, and Wizengamot administration services read a directory that lighted up at each new level on the door of the lift. “This is us Harry” said Mr. Weasley Stepping out of the lift. As the stepped out of the lifts a lopsided sign read AUROR HEADQUARTERS I craned my neck to see inside and was disappointed to see a glorified space of cubicles it was rather depressing that I would have been stuck their had I stayed on my path.

We finally stopped at a shabby looking door with a beat up looking plaque that said MISUSE OF MUGGLE ARTIFACTS. AS we sat down in the office a memo zoomed up and unfolded itself on Mr.Weasley’s desk . “A regurgitating toilet in Bethnal green third one this week” Mr. Weasley read. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that Mr.Weasley was a glorified plumber but I was “A regurgitating toilet” I asked . “Anti muggle pranksters I hope we catch them” Mr. Weasley said. Before I could inquire any further a stooped middle age wizard burst into the room. “Oh Arthur he said desperately looking without even looking at me an urgent message came in ten minuets ago. The potter boys hearing they’ve changed the time and the venue it’s starts at eight o’clock now. It’s down in old courtroom ten“.

“Come ON” Mr. Weasley Yelled running out of the office. We raced through the auror department and then sat sill and said nothing in a lift for 3 minutes it would have been comical anywhere else but I got the feeling if I was late Dumbledore couldn’t save me. The lift stooped momentarily at the department of mysteries where a man named bode got out. Then it was a straight shot to the courtrooms.

The hall where the courtrooms were located were very dreary then I suspose that was part of the act. As we came to a door marked ten Mr. Weasley came o a stop and said go in Harry aren’t you coming with me I asked more out of curiosity then any real need to have support. Not allowed was the response I received odd I thought but continued anyways.

I emerged into a dungeon like place that seemed familiar then I realized it was the trial area from Dumbledore’s pensive for a short moment I thought they had figured me out then I realized fudge was going for symbolism asshole.

“Your late” rang the voice of Cornelius Fudge my arch enemy. Though I suppose he is more like an arch annoyance at this point but what the hell. “I was unaware of the change of venue” I replied “an owl was sent this morning”. I was tempted to make a smart comment but something about the faces told me it would when me no points. I was saved from apologizing by the timely arrival of Dumbledore. So you got our note then said fudge nervously. “What note” Dumbledore asked confused “I merely came early and decided to take a stroll to the courtroom“. “Very well” fudge said annoyed “take your seats“.

I fought back a sigh as I sat in the chair with the chains attached. Luckily for me they didn’t wrap around one good thing I suppose.

A/N please review trust me I enjoy hearing what you think

KJP