20 Years Later August 21st, 2018
"Absolutely not!" Hermione's hand slammed on the table, glaring at her husband. "If you think I'm going to let my barely of age son risk his life you're out of your mind!"
"Hermione it's the only way. We have barely enough allies left as it is to keep the safehouses protected and launch this raid. He will be by my side the entire time" Harry placating attempted to calm his wife.
The son in question, Daniel James Potter, sat on the other side of the table with an annoyed look on his face, waiting for his chance to interject and remind his parents that because he was of age now, it was his choice. Besides, they had been fighting this wad since they were much younger than he was now. His sister, Lillian Grace, was more focused on her conversation with her godbrother Teddy, discussing Teddy's battle strategy for the upcoming raid. Lillian, a potions prodigy, would be staying behind in order to assist any wounded.
In the 20 years that had passed since the loss of the Battle of Hogwarts, the Order and the DA had become fractured. Harry and Hermione estimated they had fewer than 50 members left now, with so many dying or just fleeing the country. Harry and Hermione had married in a small ceremony about a year after the battle, witnessed only by the Weasleys (minus Ginny, she had never gotten over Harry, her visits to Grimmauld were few and far between) and Minerva, with Kingsley officiating. They had had twins, Daniel looked much like his father, though he had inherited his mother's bushy hair, Lillian looked far more like her mother, though he hair was straight as opposed to bushy, and she had inherited grandmother Lily's eyes. Harry was the unofficial leader of the DA and Order, which had essentially merged into one. Some older wizards were reluctant to listen to a barely of age wizard at first, even if he was the "Boy who lived" and instead took orders from Kingsley.
There hadn't been another big fight since the Battle, and the Order had instead had to rely on a more guerilla warfare style of resistance, raiding storehouses for supplies and taking out high ranking death eaters and ministry workers when possible, as well as searching for Nagini and other horcruxes that Voldemort had made since the battle. Harry was never willing to give the order to kill, he urged the members to use non-lethal spells only unless absolutely necessary, driving many members crazy, they wanted an end to this war and non-lethal spells were not going to get that. It was usually Kingsley or, more recently, Hermione that gave out assassination orders.
While their parents continued to argue over Daniel's involvement in the raid, Daniel and Teddy went upstairs to the training room, in order to get more dueling practice in. Lillian, finally having enough of her parents arguing, broke in.
"Mum, dad, enough. I know you're worried about us and scared about what might happen, but we are of age. We were born into this war and have literally been training for this since we could hold a wand. Mum, please trust that Daniel knows what he's doing, and trust dad to bring him home. Dad….. Don't let anything happen to my brother."
Her parents looked at her slightly ashamed. They had been arguing like schoolchildren, and having their 17 year old daughter take them to task for acting irrationally had been humbling.
"You're right Lily, we're sorry. Why don't you go upstairs and get ready for dinner, your mum and I need to talk and plan. Send your brother down so we can let him know."
The night of the raid had finally arrived. It was going to be a small party this time, only 10 in number, including the Potter parents and Daniel, George and Angelina Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minerva, Luna Lovegood, and Arthur and Molly Weasley. The rest of the Weasley clan would be waiting on standby to help extract in case things went pear shaped. Bill Weasley and his oldest daughter Victoire would be on hand if they needed wards taken down.
The group apparated a mile away from the Death Eaters storehouse. They had received information that the storehouse contained hard to find potions ingredients, as well as more food and other essentials that the Order was beginning to lack. The disillusioned group crept quickly through the hot, humid night, splitting into two groups as the house approached. A quick check revealed no awards, not even an alarm. Two guards circled the house. Daniel quickly stunned one, while the second group stunned and bound the other. A quick "Alohamora" on the door and a check to make sure no one was watching it, and the Potter's group slipped inside, the other group forming a perimeter outside to keep watch.
Inside the house was a veritable gold mine. A fully equipped potions lab, as well as full stock of food and pantry staples. It was almost tempting to just attempt to seize the house for themselves. Casting a quick muffliato so that no one in the house could hear, they quietly called house elves to start transporting things back to Grimmauld. Once the goods were transferred, the Potter trio crept upstairs to investigate other rooms for items of value. Not much was found, just some basic robes and such that Hermione placed in her extended bag for later use. The last door on the floor was locked. Harry sent Hermione down to join the rest, telling her that he and Daniel would be right behind her if they couldn't unlock the door. After trying several different counter spells, the door finally clicked open. The only thing in the room, besides the furniture, was a small lockbox sitting on the dresser. After checking for dark curses, Harry picked it up to take with them. As per Harry's luck of course, that's when all hell broke loose.
