Chapter 3

"How did you find me, anyway?" asked Harry as he patiently waited in line.

"Modified scrying spell," explaineded Kingsley. "The only way to protect against it is to carry salt or iron, or be in a place under the Fidelus."

"Why don't they teach that sort of stuff at school?" Harry looked up at the menu, then said, "Do you want any tea, sir?"

"Some tea would be good. You never did say why we were here."

"I promised the girls I'd bring back tea when I finished my walk." He turned to the cashier. "Four black teas to go, medium." Having already seen the selection of condiments, Harry added, "Is there any way to have some lemon in one of the teas? Oh, how do you drink your tea, sir?"

"Black," said Kingsley.

"Right. And could I have a box of ten assorted biscuits? Thanks."

Once Harry had paid and they had received his orders, he headed over to the counter with condiments. Harry quickly grabbed a handful of cream, sugar, and honey packets which were tossed into the bag with his box of biscuits.

"The girls are under police guard," explained Harry as they walked toward the hospital. "The Muggles think Death Eaters are part of a terrorist organization and insist on making sure nobody suspicious visits them. It took forever for Lavender to convince them I was harmless."

"They'll let me past." At Harry's confused look, Kingsley continued. "To help blend in with the Muggle world, when an Auror shows their badge to a Muggle, the Muggle sees a badge and identification which say that the Auror is really an agent of whichever government agency is appropriate for the situation. The Prime Minister and the royal family approved this all years ago. They're the only English Muggles in politics to officially know about the Wizarding world."

"Oh. I didn't know that. Will I…"

"It depends on the situation. Right now you're too young to pass for a government agent, so it will most likely show you as a government intern." Kingsley paused. "You have until tomorrow morning to back out. I'll have to notify Madam Bones that I've take you as my apprentice then. That's when you'll receive your badge, uniform, and other equipment."


"Considering their ages, elder Miss Parkinson and Miss Brown do have a some say in their placement, however, the younger Miss Parkinson will likely be given into your care," explained Mrs. Jones as they walked down the hallway.

The woman had really warmed up to Guy after she had verified his former job as a social welfare caseworker. Considering how busy hospitals generally were, Guy was a bit surprised that the hospital had managed to put Pansy and her cousin in the same room. Then again, the police had probably wanted to only guard two doors instead of three.

It also helped that Guy had decided not to play the part of uneducated asshole like he did with his colleagues in the superhero world. He wanted to present the best image of himself possible.

"I understand," said Guy. He wasn't sure why Pansy had claimed that he'd fathered Clover as well, but the timing certainly fit.

Once he and Mrs. Jones had been allowed past by the men standing guard, they entered the room. The two girls were sitting on one of the beds whispering to each other quietly.

Neither girl looked much alike, beyond the shape of their nose, multitude of freckles, and their body type, which was about thirty pounds heavier than what most teenage girls strived for. While both had hair that came past their hips, one had thick, strawberry blonde curls while the other had thick strait hair the color of butterscotch. While the redhead had a heart shaped face, the blonde's face was more oval in shape.

While the redhead calmly looked at him with her hazel eyes, the blonde gave him a wide-eyed, slightly frightened look with her brown eyes. It seemed that the only reason why the blonde didn't bolt was the hand the redhead had placed on her arm.

"Lavender, this is Mr. Gardner," the redhead said just loud enough for the blonde to hear. "Good afternoon."

"Afternoon," said Guy. "I hadn't known that your mother had told you about me, Pansy."

Pansy shrugged. "Mum never hid who my father was from me. She gave Clover and I several pictures of you from when you and Mum were children."

"Now, Miss Parkinson, Miss Brown, considering your ages, you two do have some choice in your placement," explained Mrs. Jones, sitting down in one of the chairs. "Mr. Gardner has offered to take all three of you in, however, that would mean moving to another country. If you don't want to go with him, then you will likely be separated and sent to different foster homes. However, you will both continue to be sent the same school, up in Scotland unless you wish to transfer to a local school."

Pansy and Lavender leaned into each other and started to have a furiously whispered conversation. After several minutes, they separated.

"If we were to go with you, what would happen?" asked Pansy.

"So long as the tuition's not too bad, I can keep sending you to that public school up in Scotland, if you want. Don't have much room in my apartment, though, so you two would have to share a room and Clover would have her own room." Guy paused. "You'd have to baby sit your younger sister when I work, occasionally make dinner for yourselves. That sort of thing. All three of you will be seeing a psychiatrist for the foreseeable future. If you don't want to continue with your school, there are a couple good private schools in the city-public schools are called private schools in the US."

This caused another whispered conversation.

Lavender nodded, then announced, "Pansy and I have talked and we want to go with Mr. Gardner."

"And we want to transfer to a different school," added Pansy.


Harry slowed as he saw a man walk out of Pansy and Lavender's room, followed by Mrs. Jones, their social worker. The man was rather large, at least six feet tall-although Kingsley was several inches taller. His red hair was a shade darker than Pansy's and even with the suit on, it was obvious that the man was very fit.

"Mr. Potter, I thought you'd gone home for the day," said Mrs. Jones, walking over to him.

"Uh, no ma'am," said Harry. "Just went eat lunch and to get the girls some good tea-instead of the shit they serve here. Oh, sir, this is Mrs. Jones, Lavender, Parkinson, and Clover's social worker. Ma'am, this is-"

"Kingsley Shacklebolt, ma'am." He pulled out the badge. "I'm with SOCA(1). I just need to ask Miss Parkinson and Miss Brown some questions about their ordeal. Nothing too stressful, I assure you."

"I'd like to be there when you talk to them," said the man, something about his manner suggesting barely restrained violence.

"You are…"

"Guy Gardner. I'm Pansy's father."

"What?" said Harry, nearly dropping his tray of teas. "I thought Mr. Parkinson-"

"Potter, why don't you go deliver that tea," said Kingsley.

Knowing an order when he heard one, Harry nodded. "Right. Bye Mrs. Jones, Mr. Gardner."

Harry walked past the two guards and into the room. He set down the tray and turned to the girls, who didn't seem to have been harmed.

"Harry-"

"Are you guys ok? Is that Gardner person really Parkinson's father? Did he do anything to you?" asked Harry.

"First of all, he's a Muggle, Potter," said Pansy. "Secondly, he really is my father-and Clover's father as well. Lawreance Parkinson was my stepfather. Thirdly, he's our new legal guardian. We'll be going with him to New York City, attending Muggle schools, and trying to keep our heads down."

"Oh. Uh, Auror Shacklebolt is going to be here in a minute or two-he's pretending to be with SOCA, though." Harry handed each girl a cup of tea and the requested condiments. "He's already sworn a magical oath not to knowingly put either of you in danger and has agreed not to tell anybody where you were. He just wants the names of any of the Death Eaters from last night that you can remember."

"H-how did…"

Harry let out a sigh. "Uh, by the way, I've decided to withdraw from Hogwarts."

"What?"

"Auror Apprentice Harry Potter at your service," said Harry, holding out the box of biscuits. "I'm apprenticing under Shacklebolt. Anyway, when I ran into Shacklebolt earlier today, he insisted on making sure that you two and Clover were alright-He tracked me down to find out what he could about Parkinson's kidnapping. He wanted to help you."

"You're sure that Shacklebolt is trustworthy?" said Lavender, leaning into Pansy's side. Pansy was once more glaring at him.

"As sure as I can be. Even if he isn't, the oath was worded so that he couldn't do anything directly or indirectly to harm you."

"Alright, but if the Auror betrays us, I'll be holding you personally responsible," said Pansy.

"Understood, Parkinson." Harry then started to change the subject. "So, you two have already decided where to go to ground."

"Yeah, Mr. Gardner, uh, Uncle Guy, will be taking us in. He owns his own bar in New York City. We'll be going to one of the local schools and pretending to be Muggles," explained Lavender. "I'll be keeping my name, but Pansy and Clover are going to change their surname to Gardner."

"What about your magical education?"

"We'll be doing what we can on our own," said Pansy. "Our books of magic will be coming with us and there are always places to buy potions supplies. So long as we only practice magic in our apartment, we should be fine."

Lavender nodded her agreement.

"Wait, you can practice magic in the Colonies?"

"They're not very strict," explained Lavender.

Pansy rolled her eyes. "What my cousin means to say is that there are less than ten thousand magic users in the United States and nobody polices them. At all. We could kill somebody in public, with magic, and so long as none of the Superheroes found out, we probably wouldn't be questioned by anybody. There's no magical government. And it's nearly impossible to track who's doing which bit of magic, because nobody's registered, beyond students at Salem. And that school is for Muggle-Borns."

"Ah. You should protect yourselves from scrying spells as well. That's how Shacklebolt found me."

"Good idea," said Lavender. "Was it salt or metal that was needed?"

"Salt or iron, Lav," said Pansy. "Steel works as well. Jewelry made of steel would work. Maybe a locket with a bit of salt in it for extra protection."

"Uh, Shacklebolt knows what really happened and what we've told the police. Mr. Gardner wants to be in the room when you're questioned, just so that you know. Do you want me to do anything else? Before you leave, that is."

"We'll be fine," said Lavender. "Although, could you find out what was done with my rabbit, Muffy, and Snowball and make sure they end up in good homes?"


"Do you know the names of any of your stepfather's associates," asked Kingsley, having listened to the story told by Pansy and Lavender.

"Bellatrix LeStrange, Rodolphus LeStrange, Rabastan LeStrange," she paused. Pansy had already mentioned that Lucius and Draco Malfoy along with Daniel Davis were the ones to kidnap her. "Yaxley-I don't know his given name. Alecto and Amycus Carrow." She shuddered at their names, touching a wound that ran from her collar bone to her hip. It was bandaged and stitched, but could still be seen. "Mr. Bulstrode, Mr. Crabbe, Mr. Goyle, Mr. Chang, Mr. and Mrs. Edgecomb, and Mr. Smith-his son, Zacharias is in our year at school. Lav, can you think of anybody else?"

"Uh… Wasn't Mr. Bagman friendly with… well, most of the men you just mentioned?" At Pansy nod, Lavender continued. "And Mr. Flint and Marcus-that's his son. We're you complaining last summer about how Marcus tried to feel you up after joining the family business and you totally nailed him in the-"

"I'd forgotten about that," said Pansy. "And Adrian Pucey. The two of them do everything together. I know he's a member. Montague too."

"And Snape too. Uh, Professor Snape. He was… in the town looking for us with Montague."

"We barely managed to hide before they saw us," explained Pansy.

Kingsley couldn't help but wonder which side the Order's pet spy was really on. The girls had just said that Snape had been in the dungeon as well. Which led to the question of why did the man do nothing? The spy excuse would only work for so long before Kingsley arrested the man.

"There are more, but we only really know the men we've met through my stepfather, my former boyfriend, and at parties," said Pansy.


Guy listened to Pansy and Lavender tell the man what had happened to them, wondering if the girls honestly expected him to believe that story. Columbine had been a very powerful witch and he knew that both girls had to have been taught to use their magic as well. There was no way that they wouldn't have used their magic to protect themselves.

Obviously neither girl wanted to let it be known what had really happened. Were they frightened that somebody would come after them? They'd thought up a good cover story though. If a person didn't know about the family having magic, they'd never suspect that either girl was lying.

And part of him couldn't help but wonder if that Potter punk wasn't much more involved than either girl had mentioned. He'd encountered many dangerous youths in his childhood in Baltimore. Hell, he'd come very close to going to jail after stealing a car when he was just a couple years older than Potter. If Mace hadn't beat some sense into him… It wasn't that Potter dressed like the typical rebellious youth, it was that Potter reminded Guy of both himself at that age and a good number of his friends from that time in his life. Not that Guy had been a member of a gang, but he'd certainly associated with fellow juvenile delinquents.

It wouldn't surprise Guy to learn that Potter was a member of a gang. The boy hadn't worn any specific colors, but Guy had managed to locate several hidden weapons by sight alone. Somethind tied to one leg and a knife in one pocket at the very least. He was pretty sure he'd seen a switchblade as well.

At least the boy wasn't some whiney emo brat. That would have been even worse than a gang member.

There was a knock on the door before Potter stuck his head in. "I'm heading out, girls. Shacklebolt's insisting I head home. Something about worrying relatives."

Lavender shook her head. "You'll visit tomorrow, right?"

"Somewhere 'tween five and six."

"See you then, Harry."

"Bye Lavender, Parkinson."

Pansy didn't even look at him, though she did say, "Potter."

Once Harry was gone, Guy couldn't help but ask, "What was that about?"

"Oh, Pansy and Harry really don't get along," explained Lavender. "She used to date his biggest rival at school, and you know… has gotten into a couple fights with some of his friends. Actually… he doesn't like me much either, but we, at least, can have a civil conversation."

"I'm surprised he talks to you at all, after all the rumors you've spread about him," said Pansy. "Even if Parvati really was the one who made up most of them."

"When are we-when are we leaving?" asked Lavender.

"Two or three days," said Guy. "Just need to get all the legal shit done."


Harry pulled up to the house, wondering what to expect. Kingsley had given him the address and had told him to be there before supper, which was at seven. It was in Stoke-by-Nayland(2), a rather nice looking village in Suffolk.

It was two stories with a relatively well kept yard. There was a football and what looked to be a rather smudged drawing of squares for a hopscotch game. Harry already liked the neighborhood, if for no other reason that none of the houses appeared to be identical completely identical.

He parked his motorcycle in the driveway, not knowing where else to put it. Harry picked up the saddlebags and slung them over one shoulder before walking up to the door. He rang the doorbell, unsure of the reception he'd receive.

A pretty woman with her dark hair in a bun and deeply tanned skin rather similar in shade to the Patil twins answered the door. Harry wasn't sure who she was, but felt safe assuming that she was Kingsley's wife or perhaps a friend.

"May I help you?" said the woman.

"Uh, I'm Harry Potter, ma'am. Shacklebolt told me to-"

"Oh," said the woman. "Kinsley told me you were coming. You're his apprentice, right?"

Huh. She hadn't even looked at his scar. How refreshing. "Yes, ma'am."

"None of that ma'am nonsense," said the woman. "I'm Miriam, Kingsley's wife. Feel free to call me Miri, most people do."

"I couldn't do that, Mrs. Shacklebolt," said Harry.

Miriam opened her mouth to object, then shook her head. "Come on in. I'll show you to your room. Supper will be in half an hour."

She closed the door behind Harry, leading him into the house. While the furniture and decorations suggested that the Shacklebolts were at the same level, financially, their home had the homey feeling of the Burrow.

He passed by a kitchen, sitting room complete with television, and a dining room on the way to the stairs. From what Harry could see, there were several very full bookcases in the sitting room and a doll in the middle of the room. He was relatively sure that they were the only rooms on that floor.

Harry was led up the stairs, where Miriam pointed out the room that belonged to the boys, the stairway to the girl's attic room, the bathroom, the master bedroom, at the end of the hall, and finally, his own room.

"This was the guest room. It'll be your room until you finish your apprenticeship," explained Miriam.

"Thank you, Mrs. Shacklebolt."

"Not a problem. Oh, after you eat, could you move that motorcycle of your's to the garage? I'm sure it'll fare a bit better there."


Harry had quickly washed up and changed his shirt. He'd then taken a better look around the room he'd been given. While a bit smaller than his room with the Dursley's, it was much nicer.

There was a matching set of furniture including a full size bed, desk, chair, a bedside table, dresser and two bookcases. The closet was more than big enough for all of his clothing, and then some. The throw rug on the floor, curtains at the window, and the quilt on his bed all contained matching shades of tan and green.

He wandered into the dining room as several children set out plates. A boy put down the cups, a younger boy putting down the napkins while a girl that looked older than both boys set out silverware and plates.

"Do you need any help?" asked Harry.

They shook their heads as the girl said, "Ask Mum."

"Right." With that Harry headed to the kitchen.

At his offer of help, Miriam had him bring out several bottles containing milk, apple juice, and cranberry juice, followed by carrying the plates of cooked and raw vegetables. Miriam carried the platter with an unfamiliar meat dish. He'd been more than a bit surprised to see two more children, a boy and a girl, coloring at the kitchen table.

Wondering how many children there were in the family, Harry returned to the dining room. He'd already seen two girls and three boys. Surely there couldn't be any more than that. Then again, the Weasleys had seven children and the Parkinsons had had four. Perhaps wizards tended to have large families. Sure, Malfoy was an only child, but he was probably so inbred that he was the only child they could have.

Miriam paused, her eyes widening. "Oh, I haven't introduced you to the children. Kids, this is your father's apprentice, Harry. Harry, this is Leia, our oldest, Luke, Han, Mara, and Ben."

He blinked for several seconds. Those names couldn't be coincidence. "Hi. Do you… like Star Wars?"

Several of the children groaned, then blushed. Apparently this was a common question.

"I didn't know you were Muggle raised," said Miriam, a wide grin upon her face. "None of the wizards Kingsley brings home know anything about the Muggle world. Kingsley and I are both big Star Wars fans."

"I, uh, liked the movies," said Harry, not mentioning that he'd barely seen any of it. He'd been too busy trying not to get caught watching the television with Dudley while trying not to get hit by his cousin to pay the movies full attention. "I don't remember a Mara, though."

"Oh, you wouldn't. She's a character from the Star Wars books. She was an assassin raised by Emperor Palpatine and ended up marrying Luke about two decades after the year A New Hope was set in."

"Ah. Muggle-Born or Half-Blood?"

"I'm a Muggle, actually," said Miriam.

Harry would have said more, but closed his mouth when he heard the front door close. Moments later Kingsley made his way into the dining room. He nodded at Harry then greeted his wife and children.

At least he now knew why Miriam thought nothing of his name or scar. She likely had no idea how the Wizarding world viewed him. Harry had to admit that he found the fact that Kingsley married a Muggle very comforting.


The table was long and rectangular, with seating for ten. Probably more if need be. Kingsley took the seat at the head of the table, Miriam at his left. Ben, the youngest of the children was put in the high chair next to Miriam while Leia and Mara sat on the same side as Miriam. Kingsley motioned for Harry to sit directly to his right while Luke sat next to Harry and Han next to Luke.

Conversation quickly turned to what the children were doing that summer. All of the children except for Ben, who was only two, were on various football teams and in Luke and Han's cases, on children's league Quidditch teams as well. They'd been very excited to hear about Harry's time on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Once supper was over, Harry and Kingsley went to the sitting room to continue their discussion on what would be expected of Harry.

Kingsley pulled several books from on the bookcases, handing them to Harry. "I expect you to read the first three chapters of each book before Saturday."

"Yes, sir," said Harry.

"Now then, when we get to the Ministry tomorrow, follow me, and don't speak until you're spoken to. You'll get your copy of the Auror handbook then. That is to be memorized within the next couple weeks. I will be quizzing you on it." Kinsley paused. "Wear slack, not jeans tomorrow. We'll need to do something about your glasses. For the first couple days, you'll be observing Tonks and me while we go about our normal duties. When I feel you're ready, you'll be given more responsibility."

Sure he'd been given quite a bit of homework, but Harry couldn't help but feel happy. He was finally doing something. And instead of being treated like a child, he was being taught.

"Starting tomorrow, we'll be dueling at least every other day," continued Kingsley. "I'll also have you duel against other Aurors of my choosing. Along with that, you'll be put into training simulations with the other apprentices and occasionally students at the academy-what few there are. We'll start working on getting you licensed to apparate later this week. I expect you to be up by five thirty tomorrow morning, and every other morning from now on. We'll go on a run around the neighborhood, get breakfast, shower, then head in to work."

Harry nodded his understanding.

"Go get yourself unpacked. I'll see you in the morning."

"Yes, sir."


Harry bonelessly flopped down at the kitchen table, gratefully accepting the food Miriam handed him. He hadn't quite expected a two mile run. The worst part was that he knew Kingsley had gone easy on him.

Once finished, he showered, then searched his room for appropriate clothing. Eventually, he settled on corduroys, an undershirt, a brown button up shirt, and a sturdy pair of boots he'd found to be very comfortable.

He ambled downstairs minutes a little before seven thirty. According to Kingsley, his shift started at eight and ended at four. He wanted to arrive early to introduce him to Madam Bones (although Harry had met her in passing at his trial the summer before), register Harry as his apprentice and get Harry his needed supplies.

Harry wasn't quite sure how long all that would take, but he had a feeling that they would still be completing these tasks well after Kingsley's shift began.

"We'll be flooing in until you can apparate," explained Kingsley. "The address is Ministry of Magic."

"Got it."

"I'll go first, you follow. If you get lost, stay where you are, I'll find you."

Harry blushed. "You heard about…"

Kingsley nodded.

Moments later a much dustier Harry entered the Ministry of Magic. He quickly located Kingsley and followed him through the crowds of people arriving for work. Harry ignored the looks he received. He was far too used to it.

He was led past numerous cubicals to an office. The office was labeled, Amelia Bones, Director of Magical Law Enforcement. Kingsley knocked twice, then opened the door when a woman said, "Enter."

"Yes, Shacklebolt?" said the woman Harry recognized as Amelia Bones. She paused. "Mr. Potter. I didn't expect to see you here again so soon. What did you do this time?"

"Nothing, Madam Bones," said Kingsley. "I've decided to take Mr. Potter as my apprentice."

"You're both sure about this?"

"Yes," said Kingsley while Harry said, "Yes, ma'am."

Amelia stared at them for several long moments. She then stood and went to a filing cabinet. She pulled several sheets of parchment out and handed them to Kingsley.

"I want these forms back before nine."

Kingsley nodded, then led Harry out of the office. Once they were safely ensconced in Kingsley's cubical, Harry was handed several forms to read and sign while Kingsley filled out several others.

Once Harry handed the forms back to Kingsley, he was given four more sheets to go over. A glance at the clock told him that Kingsley's shift would begin in the next three minutes. He couldn't help but wonder what Tonks's reaction would be when she arrived. For that matter, shouldn't she have arrived already?

Moments later he heard the sounds of several people falling to the ground. Obviously Tonks had arrived.Harry looked up just in time to see Tonks bound over, stop short upon seeing him, and then trip over a trash bin.

Beside him Kingsley sighed and shook his head, muttering, "Every day."

"Harry! What are you doing here?" demanded Tonks.

"I didn't know you knew my apprentice," said Kingsley, reminding Harry that the Order was a secret.

Tonks's mouth opened and closed wordlessly. Harry took pity on her and explained, just loud enough for anybody listening to hear, "We're distant cousins. My grandmother and her mother were both members of the House of Black."

"Ah," said Kingsley. "We'll be starting a bit late today, Tonks. Madam Bones wants this paperwork within the hour."

Tonks slowly nodded, still staring at Harry. She bit her lip, giving Kingsley a worried look before walking into the cubical next to their's. "I'll finish up my paperwork from last week while you do that."


By nine thirty, Harry had changed into his new uniform. It was a simple thing, just a pair of loose trousers, a long sleeve shirt, a robe open in the front, and a set of sturdy, extremely comfortable boots, the shirt in white and the rest all in black(3), with brass buttons. Along with that came a set of dragon hide gloves, a hat, a black dragon hide vest meant to be worn over his shirt, and a multitude of tools that would no doubt be very useful.

Kingsley had also procured several extra uniforms for Harry. Apparently only the first dress uniform and regular uniform were free.

By ten Kingsley, Tonks, and Harry had started work. Apparently, except for Aurors patrolling places like Hogsmeade, Diagon Alley, and Knockturn Alley or guarding somebody. Aurors generally didn't generally leave the Ministry building except to investigate reports of crimes.

Tonks had quickly abandoned her own cubical. Instead, she sat with Harry and Kingsley, working on various bits of paperwork that Harry was very happy he didn't have to do yet.

"Does Dumbledore know?" asked Tonks, saying her third sentence of the day to them.

"No. Not that his opinion matters to me," said Kingsley.

"But he's a-"

"He's what? Harry's legal guardian? We both know that he wasn't, that he had no right to have Harry kidnapped from Black fifteen years ago." Though Kingsley's voice was calm, there was something truly frightening him. Harry was just grateful he wasn't on the receiving end of this. "He was Harry's headmaster, nothing more. He put not only Harry, but other students at great risk for those little tests of his. Or did you think Harry coming up against Voldemort so often was accidental?"

Tonks gaped at him for several moments before managing to stutter out, "T-the Order… Dumbledore…"

"I swore an oath to uphold the law-we both did. If we were speaking of anybody but Harry, would you have allowed Dumbledore to do what he's done uncontested?"

"I…"

Kingsley nodded at Harry.

Happy to be allowed to speak, Harry continued where Kingsley had left off. "You knowingly allowed Pansy Parkinson to be kidnapped because she was from a 'dark family.' Maybe next time you or your mother gets taken by Death Eaters, we won't rescue you. After all, you mother was a Black, and they're one of the darkest families out there. Hell, you're cousin is Lucius Malfoy. You're a bloody hypocrite."

"B-but Mum was disowned and I'm a Half-Blood."

"And Lawrence Parkinson was Pansy's stepfather. Her father's a Muggle. But you left her and her siblings to be tortured to death."


(1) SOCA-Serious Organized Crime Agency. Chances are, they'd be the ones to handle something like a cult/terrorist organization. At least they would be if the information I found was correct. If I'm wrong, please tell me.

(2) Stoke-by-Nayland is an actual village in Suffolk, UK. I know very little, if anything about it. However, I didn't feel up to creating a town. So, you guys get a real town. Anyway, that's about it.

(3) I don't know what color or what design Rowling intended for Auror uniforms. So, I'm going with this. I thought it looked semi-official, and similar to the uniforms used by the Metropolitan Police.

Author's Note: I was just wondering if anybody had any ideas (DC Comics Characters only, please) on pairings for Lavender. I know it's a ways off, but I'm trying to think ahead.