Note: Okay, so, chapter four. We have the D.A. getting ready to overthrow the Inquisitorial Squad. Will it work? Meanwhile, Lord Voldemort gets sent to Cloral to destroy it while Saint Dane contends to other matters. Finally, there's the Travelers. Can you say "conflict"? They can.

Lord Voldemort never really liked the water. He could swim just fine, but ever since he'd been to a cave during his earlier years, he'd become slightly adverse towards water. As it was, Lord Voldemort took a near instant dislike to Cloral.

"Agh, that retched muggle!" He spluttered as he dropped from the flume. "Nevertheless, if I'm to destroy this place, I may as well start with the water. There can't be all that much."

Saint Dane chuckled to himself as he sent Voldemort to Cloral. Then he laughed outright as he remembered Pendragon's dislike for chuckles. Not that what Robert thinks matters now. He'd had to remind himself.

"Nevva!" he called, composing himself. She was at his side in an instant. "Get these people away from the flume, then keep an eye on things. I have business to attend to."

"Yes, sir," she said, going over to the crowd of amazed people to shoo them away.

"I," Saint Dane started to himself, "need to be in Veelox a few days ago."

It turned out there was all that much water on Cloral. Voldemort wasn't quite astonished, nor mortified, as mildly annoyed.

"More water, eh? Well, that can be easily taken care of, but first, the muggles in town!"

He walked over to a man drinking what looked like some sort of butter beer. "You there, muggle!" Voldemort said, pointing his wand at him. "Where can I find the home of Vo Spader?"

The man laughed heartily. "Whodoya think you are with yer fancy smancy cloak and your little white stick! Why shou'd I tell you where to find his house?"

Voldemort frowned and tsked at him. "Really, now. You ought not test my patience, muggle."

The man laughed again. "Yea? And what're you gonna do if I do? Poke me in the arm? Smack me knuckles?" The man erupted into raucous guffaws now, but abruptly stopped when Voldemort flicked his wand.

"W…what're you doing to me?" the man managed to ask through convulsions.

"Why, I believe I've just…what was it you said? Poked you in the arm. It's called the Cruciatus Curse. Now, you will tell me where to find the home of Vo Spader. Correct?"

The man shrieked in agony. "Yes! YES! It's down toward the end of the road, but make a right at the last intersection. Now please make the pain go away!"

"With pleasure," Voldemort said with a grin. "With pleasure. Avada Kedevra!"

The plan was to start after lunch. Ginny and Neville were already in place at the kitchen doors, while Hermione and Angelina had gone to opposite ends of the Transfiguration Corridor.

When lunch ended, everyone left except for half the Slytherin table. Crabbe and Goyle sat eagerly with utensils in hand, but no food came.

"What gives?"

"Where's are extra food?"

"Stupid elf garbage! Can't do anything right!"

"…chicken."

Ron snickered to himself as the rest of the D.A. left the Great Hall. Harry turned his head just in time to see Crabbe and Goyle head for the kitchen doors.

"Great," he whispered. "Everything is going to plan so far. When Hermione gives the signal, the rest of us head to the Stone Circle to deal with Malfoy's lot."

Ron nodded. "Right…what's the signal?"

Harry sighed and pulled out a coin. "It's the enchanted galleons from our D.A. meetings, remem--ah, it's glowing! She's…oh, no! They need backup. Apparently, all the lazy guards are still in the Great Hall whining…Padme, Parvati, go back them up. We'll keep going."

They nodded and ran off to the Transfiguration Courtyard.

Ron looked to Harry. "What do we do now, mate?"

He sighed and looked him in the eyes. "We can't give up. The plan continues as scheduled. We're going to the Stone Circle.

Meanwhile…

Voldemort really didn't like Cloral. Everyone seemed to not want to cooperate just because they had the choice. By the time he found Spader's house, many bodies littered the ground and the water level was significantly lower.

"So…this is the home of the Traveler. Herein lies my purpose here." he said, aiming his wand at the building. If there had been any onlookers, it would seem to them like the house was melting. It was, in fact, being transfigured into a small box.

When it was entirely changed, he stepped on it. "I've completed my task. Now it's back to Second Earth…as soon as that foolish muggle returns."

"These people…" Saint Dane said to a Phader. "What exactly are they surviving on?"

The Phader looked at him incredulously. "What do you mean? It's gloid, of course!"

Saint Dane nodded. "Yes, so it is…so it is…I want you to shut down the system that delivers the gloid to these people. Shut it down and destroy it."

The Phader was astounded. "But…but sir! They'll die! Most of them, if not all, are entirely depend--"

Saint Dane turned on him. "You dare defy my order?" he boomed.

"No, sir."

"Then I order you to shut down and destroy the gloid system."

"I--"

"NOW!"

The Phader sighed. "Yes, sir, Dr. Sever. No more gloid."