Harry Potter and Karma

Summary:

After the events of Harry's sixth year, the Boy-who-lived sets off with his two friends to find the last Horcruxes. What they find with them, is up to our friend karma.

Disclaimer:

Everything concerning Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling. I, Runningidiot, own nothing from this story, and do not plan on making any sort of profit by selling. I do not intend to make a mockery of the epic tale of Harry James Potter, but I continue to write H.P fanfiction for the mere enjoyment of it.

Rating:

Pg - though it has a chance of rising … dramatically.

Author's Note:

I can't get ANYWHERE with any of my other fics…. The ideas are there … they just simply … refuse to come out onto the computer ^_^. So I give you this, my full length year seven fic.

Chapter One:

Scrimy Governors

Kingsley Shacklebolt admitted it at last. Nymphadora Tonks was simply a genius. Not only was she a fantastic Auror and Witch and she had the ability to create a plentiful of humour even in the aftermath of Albus Dumbledore's death, but she came up with, simply, the best nicknames. With a snort of laughter that attracted the attention of a couple of chubby looking wizards who were discussing Merlin-knows-what, Kingsley recalled the occurrence of Tonks naming the new minister of magic, who's name, as she put, was quite a mouthful.

The legendary Order of the Phoenix was meeting right after their previous leader's death. Organized and chaired by fair Minerva McGonagall, she broke the news to all of us, only to be replied with several resounding crashes. A lawer (or whatever you call them, defenders of justice apparently in the Muggle world) who was listening to McGonagall beside Kingsley dropped his glass of red wine as well.

“The first thing we should do.” McGonagall shouted, gaining the attention of all of those who were despairing. “Is elect a new leader, without one; we are truly disbanded. I recall Albus explaining to me, that Fawkes, his pet Phoenix, would present himself to the new leader when his or her time comes. Until then, I am assuming leadership-”

This in turn was replied with shouts from multiple people.

“Why should she?!”

“McGonagall?! That old bat?!”

“Wish I could have got pumpkin juice instead of this wine….” Remus Lupin muttered from beside Kingsley. The bald Auror smiled at him slightly, Lupin promptly tossed the glass away, not caring that it shattered into multiple pieces once it contacted the table most of the Order was situated near. He ran a hand through his long, faded, brown hair and snorted at Kingsley. “Acting like a bunch of Death Eaters aren't we?”

Kingsley shook his head, looking at the floor. “You're getting to be more like Sirius everyday, Remus. It amazes me.”

“Yeah well, seven years tends to help friendships grow.” Lupin smiled at Kingsley, looking back at McGonagall, who was fishing for the attention of everyone.

“I - I will take questions after I present t-” McGonagall shouted.

“Now wait just a moment!” A random member roared out of turn. “Did Dumbledore wish for you t-”

“Yes.” McGonagall answered sharply, knowing the question before he finished verbalizing it. Silence once again appeared in the small basement they were meeting in, after all; Grimmauld Place was rather dangerous to go to now, what with no Fidelius charm to protect it anymore. “Yes, Albus said I would assume leadership until the true leader is elected. He also told me, to inform you all that … that…”

Lupin narrowed his eyes and Kingsley removed his glasses, preparing for the worst.

“We are to continue fighting against You-know … oh codswallop, Voldemort-” she was interrupted by multiple frightened noises which both Kingsley and Lupin ignored - “even if the Ministry forbids us to act or even if we're without a true leader. I - I quote from Albus himself….” McGonagall fished through some loose pieces of parchment she laid on the table in front of her. With a cry of frustration, which signalled that she couldn't find the exact piece of parchment she was looking for, Kingsley realized that this was the first time he had ever seen McGonagall disorganized and flustered.

“You know something's up when McGonagall's acting like this….” Lupin muttered to himself, seemingly reading Kingsley's mind and running another hand through his mopped up hair.

“You know something else?” Tonks said brightly from behind both Kingsley and Lupin, startling not only them, but the lawer as well, he promptly trotted elsewhere and Tonks took no notice of it, plopping herself next to Remus. “If you keep muttering, you'll soon become the next House Elf of Great ol' place.”

Kingsley chuckled at the intended pun as Tonks swung one arm around Lupin's neck and helped herself to a nearby glass of red wine which someone left unattended. Though, McGonagall soon recovered, signalling the return to her speech.

“What … what Albus wishes us all to do right now is regroup and … and well.” McGonagall lowered herself from her standing position and into a slumped one as she sank dishearteningly into her chair. “Go onto the defensive, let Vol … Voldemort make the first move.”

This was echoed by silence, until yet another seemingly moronic howler yelled out, “isn't that what we've always done?!” Kingsley sighed, rising from his seat, surprising Lupin.

“No, no it is not, Irving.” He congratulated himself on his usually non-existent memory of faces. “You expect us to charge in on some stupid revenge ploy? Dumbledore died, not in battle, not with honour, but shame. He was lured by the most devious person I have ever met, and killed, saving another life while at it. Just like the ol' Dumbledore eh?” Some hearty cheers could be heard after Kingsley's comment.

Clearing his throat, the Auror continued. “One death isn't going to change us, I - I think that is what Minerva was attempting to say -” The battered Transfiguration teacher smiled at him, silently thanking him, “- was that Albus wished for us to go on, but wait for a replacement. He or she will guide us further from there.” Kingsley sat back down, ignoring the abundant applause and helping himself to more wine.

“Quite the speech Kingly!” Tonks said perkily and he smiled slightly at her, remembering her nickname for him. “You know, I'm really liking these nicknames I've given to people. I owe Sirius more then I would like, you know.

“First there's Moony,” she kissed Lupin's cheek heartedly, beaming at the blush on the werewolf's face. “Then Kingly, Erva, Potter, `Mione, Wonny, Chocolate….”

Lupin cocked his head in confusion. “Chocolate? You mean Fudge…?” Tonks nodded profoundly. “Er … Nymph, aren't you trying to shorten peoples' names?”

Tonks merely shrugged, kissing Lupin once again. “It seemed like a good idea at the time!”

Kingsley detached himself from the two lovers' conversation and tuned himself to the more relevant one, “- and we will wait till we hear from the Ministry for news on recent Death Eater activity, many of our spies have been apprehended by Death Eaters, we assume, since we had no news whatsoever on Draco Malfoy's plan to murder Albus. Scrimgeour apparently is willing to fully cooperate with the Order now that Albus has … has, well, moved on.”

Maybe it was the sadness of the fact that the legendary Albus Dumbledore was never coming back that made Kingsley ask, as Remus called her, Nymph what her nickname for Scrimgeour was. Though He didn't really know what he blurted out until he asked it fully.

“Oh, I simply adored it. Since Scrimgower is … well, you know, quite a mouthful. I call him Scrimy!”

Kingsley Shacklebolt, the usually serious and brawny hearted Auror, had never laughed so hard in his life before that moment.

Chuckling at the memory for the tenth time since Tonks had informed both Lupin and Kingsley of her nickname, the Auror noticed that the meeting was starting, he straightened his stance and extracted his wand from his back pocket (how Mad-eye would love that) he took his extreme guard position.

“Shacklebolt….” Kingsley pretended not to be startled by this new voice from his right side, maintaining his guard position, he stared forward blankly. “Aren't you supposed to be guarding the Muggle Prime Minister?”

“Ahh … the wonders of Polyjuice,” another voice said from, Kingsley assumed, beside the first newcomer. “I bet someone else is guarding him with the effects of Polyjuice, of course, Muggles won't know the difference.”

“Ah! Edgar, are you sure? Could you have it mixed up?”

Kingsley was getting quite annoyed by this discussion of whether or not he was fake or real. “It matters not who I am, Sir Condal and Sir Bones, but I am here, keeping watch over you and all of the School Governors so please take your seat; the meeting is about to start.”

Grumbling, both men went off, “quite a fine choice I must say, Edgar. After all, Shacklebolt is one of the best Aurors in the Ministry at the moment.” Kingsley paid it no mind, for his attention was attracted by many, if not all, of the School Governors rising out of their seats to address their superior. Dolores Umbridge.

Kingsley frowned at the entrance of, as Harry and his two friends called her, the toad. One would think that she had caused enough trouble at Hogwarts, but now Scrimy had appointed her to the post of head of School Governors. Sure, she was headmistress for almost half a year and head of the seemingly legendary Inquisitorial Squad, but really….

“Hem hem…” Kingsley Shacklebolt shivered slightly at the sound of her clearing her throat. Or at least attempting to, for not even Merlin would know what foul stuff eroded her throat. “Let the meeting begin…. With the death of Albus Dumbledore, we at the Ministry believe the school, which many of us enjoyed attending, is now quite unsafe. All of dear Dumbledore's protections have now vanished from the school; Muggles are turning up there, wondering why they have never seen the castle or the village before….

“The purpose of this meeting is to come to a decision as to whether or not the school will open again. Hem hem, the Ministry feels that Dumbledore did not prove himself to be a great headmas-” roars of disapproval came from all around the room, even the School Governors (the chubby grey haired men all situated around Umbridge) had trouble concealing their displeasure. “- and that if we all decide to reopen the school, we are recommended to find a more … hem hem suitable, headmaster or headmistress.”

“Dumbledore was the best we could ever get!” Edgar Bones shouted from the far side of the room. “You want to get another Slytherin Nigellius?! Ha, that'll be the day! We'll see Hogwarts turn to the You-know-who's side if we get someone like that!” Multiple protests and shouts came from all sides of the small room at this remark.

Kingsley pointed his wand into the air, lazily waving it around to release a loud, gunshot, noise which created silence instantly. “Please continue Miss Umbridge.”

“Thank you Mr. Shacklebolt. Hem hem….” She fished around through some pieces of parchment, adjusting her glasses so that they sat on the edge of her nose. “How many object to … Minerva McGonagall inheriting the title of …” it seemed Umbridge was having difficulty seeing McGonagall as the next head of Hogwarts, could it be jealously. Kingsley smiled, sensing Tonks's input on the matter. “Headmistress from the late Albus Dumbledore?”

No hands were raised. “V - Very well, if the school were to reopen, Minerva McGonagall would be the next Headmistress. Hem hem…. Now onto the matter of whether or not the school will reopen. Does anyone object to the reopening of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry?”

Several hands rose, lots actually Kingsley observed. Umbridge proceeded to count, once she was finished, she frowned quite profoundly. “Eighteen…. And there are thirty seven people. Hem hem, the majority of Ministry members vote that … that Hogwarts will reopen once more.”

And so Kingsley left to report back to the Order with a smile on his face and the many cheers echoing Umbridge's decision still screaming in his ears.

Author's Note:

Well? Review with criticism and/or opinions please!