"Our thanks, Seidhr," Sif said and, with a motion of her sword, her companions took up positions so that the four of them surrounded the pile of Elves.
"Heimdall!" Sif called.
And for the third time, the Rainbow Bridge of Asgard descended to Earth.
"I think I'm really glad that I'm not the gardener around here," Darcy remarked looking around at the three designs now burnt into the grass.
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Sif and the Warriors Three had barely departed with the Dark Elves when Mage noted four red-robed men striding towards them. He couldn't help but shake his head.
"Now you people turn up? After the danger's passed?" he asked sarcastically once they were within hearing range. "And what do you think you're doing dressed like that, where anyone can see you?"
"Harry Potter," the lead auror said and it was all Mage could do not to flinch when he realised exactly who was addressing him. "Your presence is requested in front of the Wizengamot at two p.m. this afternoon to address your blatant disregard of the Statute of Secrecy."
Harry stared at the platinum blond man that he hadn't seen in years. He had the audacity to order him to the Wizengamot for that? When he was committing the exact same crime standing as he was in full wizarding dress in the middle of a muggle university? Admittedly, there weren't any non-magicals around, well, apart from Jane, Erik, Darcy and Ian, but still.
"Malfoy, you're an idiot," Harry finally managed.
"And you're an arrogant prick who thinks that the rules don't apply to him," Malfoy shot back. "This time, though, you'll finally get what's coming to you."
Harry shook his head once again in disbelief. A quick tempus told him that, if he didn't leave immediately, he was in danger of being late to his own hearing.
Again.
This, he thought wasn't going to be fun. Then again, maybe it will be.
"I'll catch up to you guys later," Harry said before turning on the spot and apparating away, leaving a scowling Malfoy still standing there.
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The only concession that Harry made to being in the Ministry of Magic was to dispel the obscuris spell on his face.
When the guard at the Security Desk tried to stop him to measure his wand, Harry simply flicked back his hood and stared at the man, not even bothering to pause his steps. The faint remains of the lightning bolt on his head, it seemed, was enough to open doors.
There was only one place that the Wizengamot could possibly be meeting to try him – the exact same place that they did back when he was fifteen.
He stood patiently, almost unnaturally still in the elevator as it descended. The instant that the door opened, though, he was off, striding down the corridor and the stairs to the next level. Seeing the closed doors before him didn't faze Harry in the slightest, a wandless banisher took care of them.
The fact that he strode through the doors the second after the great double doors had slammed back against the stone walls, his aura flaring slightly, instantly silenced the great circular, tiered courtroom.
Harry stopped at the precise centre, right in front of the ominous-looking prisoner's chair, complete with its chains and manacles. With arms crossed, he tipped his head back slightly and stared upwards.
The rows were filled with purple-robed witches and wizards, all with the elaborate golden 'W's' on their breast signifying them as members of the Wizengamot. There were a few faces that he recognised – Minister for Magic Shakelbolt, Andy, Madam Longbottom, among them – but his gaze passed over them as easily as it did every other face.
"I believe that you summoned me?" he deadpanned.
"Um, yes, Mister Potter," one of the old men that Harry didn't know replied.
Harry could see the man taking a deep breath, ready to launch into a pompous speech of some kind. Harry gave him just enough time to get the first syllable out before interrupting him.
"If I have to be here, use my correct title, thank you very much: Lord Potter. Or Lord Black, I suppose," he added as an afterthought.
"Yes, well," the man blinked.
But once again, Harry cut him off. He'd learnt from his last time in this situation: give them an inch and they'd take a mile, peppering him with questions and not allowing him to answer anything or defend himself.
"Then again, considering the reason that you've summoned me here, perhaps the correct form of address is 'Mage'."
Seeing the blank and bewildered looks, he sighed and elaborated.
"I am known throughout the world as 'Mage', one of the Avengers, a team of extraordinary people who are tasked with defending innocents, be they magical or non-magical, from threats of all sorts, be they human made, the bizarre, or even from beyond this planet. To this end, the International Confederation of Wizardry has given me special dispensation to act as I see fit, using magic in the presence of non-magicals. In this way, with me and my actions in plain sight, doing the things that I do, combatting the strange and weird, anything out of the ordinary that non-magicals see is simply passed off. Thus, allowing the wizarding world some breathing room to continue hiding from the rest of the world."
Harry paused, looking up and around the room. His explanation, it seemed, was only starting to sink into a small portion of the witches and wizards staring dumbfounded down at him.
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