Chapter 2

...War is the statesman's game, the priests delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade...
~Percy Bysshe Shelley

Autumn 1999

Bowes, England

Harry apparated into the furthest part of the cemetery surrounding his home for the past sixteen years. Catching a quick breath, he canceled the transfiguration spell he cast on his clothes. The dark hoodie and jeans melted back into his midnight black monks robes. Harry grasped his rosary beads, closed his eyes, and thought of his recent victims.

'Forgive me Maker, for I have sinned in the name of justice...', Harry started to pray.

While not the religious type, Harry still atoned for the lives that he had taken. The church he called home was only a front for the assassin's guild residing underneath Saint Giles church. Father Jacobs, a sixty year old priest, attended to mass on Sundays and the assassin's during the week. He took Harry under his wing and tried to teach him to respect all beings. Without his lessons there would be no telling what kind of monster the guild would have created, especially with the power that Harry can control.

The good father had a peaceful aura that could calm raging waters. There have been several times where his skills were needed to calm Harry down when he was growing up. The other orphans would listen to his soothing voice to focus on their meditation skills for occlumency. As they grew older, Father Jacobs would also teach them Tai Chi to harness their magical energy.

Harry looked to Father Jacobs as a father figure since he was constantly guiding him through the trials of life. The graying caucasian priest always had some type of advice or story to adjust Harry's morals. Harry also knew that the good father had a soft spot for him...deep down.

He was surprised to learn that the Father was a retired assassin before he took over preaching for the church and eventually leading the assassin's guild. At one point, Father Jacobs was the best assassin in the guild until his last assignment. He never went into any detail, but when ten year old Harry asked him about his last mission, he smiled sadly and patted Harry on the shoulder before walking away. Years later, Harry learned that it had something to do with Hogwarts castle; so he assumed the hit was on a student or teacher.

Finished with his prayer, Harry looked around the old cemetery and let feelings of home wash over him. Old headstones littered the ground around the church giving an eerie feeling to any normal person. But Harry found it calming. He knows that he gets emotionally carried away during some of his 'jobs', but coming back to the cemetery always grounded him.

He started walking towards the rear of the church to check in with Father Jacobs. After about twenty yards, Harry walked past a muggle repelling ward that hid a large crypt. During his journey to the crypt's door, he thought about the night training he did as a young teen within the cemetery.

...You can chain me, you can torture me, you can even destroy this body, but you will never imprison this mind...
~Gandi

1993
Saint Giles

Thirteen year old Harry sat in a semi circle around Father Jacobs with a couple of the other orphans. The full moon illuminated the graveyard around them. Perfect for teaching the students how to move among the shadows.

"You must learn to move undetected from shadow to shadow into Bowes Castle. I want each of you to bring me an item from the main chamber and return to the crypt without being caught. The other mentors and I will be watching for mistakes", Father Jacobs explained. "For a first offense, you will be hit with a low powered stinging hex. The more mistakes you make, the stronger the hex will get. Then we will make you bleed." Father Jacobs made sure to look at each of the students to get his message across.

"You have two hours to complete this trial. Begin...now!"

Harry jumped up and dived into the shadow of a nearby gravestone. Looking at the sky, he monitored the cloud movement and planned his route accordingly. Waiting...waiting...move! Harry silently skirted from stone to stone silently.

Harry heard one of the students holler. Harry recognized the shout coming from his best friend Davin Drakarn. It came from over the castle walls, so Davin must not have been taking his time. Typical Davin. He was a blunt object where a scalpel was required. He was as skillful as any other student, but he always hit a target head on. Subtly was just not his game. His wild blonde hair was a testament to his lack of 'blending in'. It was four inches long and stood straight up on his head.

Davin and Harry would always pair up on team missions. Davin usually charged ahead catching the enemies attention while Harry maneuvers behind them to slice their throat. Davin loved to talk and he loved the attention. The mentors usually had to use painful hexes to get him to shut up.

So when Harry reached the walls surrounding Castle Bowes unseen, it was no surprise to hear Davin scream in pain. 'They must be using bone breaking curses on him by now', Harry thought. Within minutes, Harry had infiltrated the castle, grabbed a book, and was making his way to the roof.

When Harry was at the edge of castle roof, he took off his shoe and transfigured it into a mini hang glider. He tucked the book into his training gi, grabbed the glider and jumped into the direction of the church. He landed near the crypt and presented his object to Father Jacobs.

'Very good, Harry. Go to the meditation room while we wait for the others," Father Jacobs said.

It was some time later when the next student walked into the chamber. The rest arrived within minutes of each other; most sporting bruises from the stinging hex. Looking around, Harry noticed that Davin did not return. When several of the mentors arrived, followed by Father Jacobs, Harry became nervous for his friend.

The Father cleared the group of entering assassins and presented himself in front of the students, with a bleeding Davin at his side. "You all have much to learn about patience and stealth," Father Jacobs said. "Some more than others," he scolded Davin.

"Because of your lack of control, your brashness, and your inability to keep your mouth shut ...student Davin will receive extra instruction."

Two of the lingering mentors grabbed Davin by his arms and forced his already battered body to a kneeling position. Davin looked around the room frantically, wondering what was going on. His eyes doubled in size when another mentor came up to him with a pair of tongs and a knife.

Father Jacobs closed his eyes and nodded his head in acceptance. This was the first real punishment delivered to a student since he had took over leadership. His heart went out to Davin, he was just a young man after all. The Father looked over to Harry and felt the conflict within him. Harry wanted to help his friend, and the Father could see that it took every ounce of his self control to remain still.

O'Connor, the monk cutting out Davin's tongue, held no remorse whatsoever. He would oversee Davin's re-instruction phase. It would last until Davin was broken.

Harry shut his eyes and tried to block Davin's screams as O'Connor cut out Davin's tongue. After the task was done, the three monks dragged Davin's unconscious form to a dungeon within the enclave. Blood stains soaked the ground where he was being held and streaked along the walkway he was dragged too. Harry couldn't look, he tried to focus on his occlumency. He failed.

Six months later, Harry still hadn't seen his best friend. He was assured by Father Jacobs that he was alive and being looked after. But after so long, Harry started to have second thoughts. When his resolve was strong enough, he approached Father Jacobs again while he was eating breakfast.

Harry stood at attention, waiting to be acknowledged by his father figure. "Before you say anything Harry. I want to show you something," Jacobs said as he grabbed two oranges and headed out the door. He lead Harry to the armory and grabbed a katana.

He placed both oranges on a table, unsheathed the katana and examined the blade. The silence lasted for a few moments while Father Jacobs contemplated how to get his point across. No other acolyte would get this type of explanation, but Harry was different. Harry was the walking and talking evidence of his failure. He represents the guilt due to his own mistakes navigating the shadows and the repercussions of getting caught within them.

It was Father Jacobs that killed Harry's parents at Hogwarts almost ten years ago. His mentor only wanted to force a magical oath of silence. But during the mission, the male target spotted him in the shadows when he moved between them. He was forced to kill Harry's parents. He felt responsible for Harry due to his mistakes. That was why he pushed his students so hard and the punishments were so severe. Because on a mission, a stinging hex would be the least of their worries.

Due to his failure, even though he was considered the best, he resigned from field work and took up mentoring. He looked after Harry everyday since that tragic night.

Coming out of his reverie, Father Jacobs looked at the now thirteen year old student. "Why do you think we train Harry. For what purpose, do you know?"

"To serve the Maker, Father. We use our gifts to help preserve justice," Harry said without hesitation.

"And how do we serve Harry?"

"Quietly from the shadows."

"Hmmm", Father Jacobs replied, nodding his head in approval. "So tell me what would happen if we were seen?"

"Our objective might become compromised," Harry said, wondering why the Father was asking such questions.

"So, if I told you that your target is this orange and your goal is stealth. You wouldn't attack it with a weapon such as this, would you," Father Jacobs asked holding up the near-three foot long katana.

"No, Father Jacobs."

"Because it will cause attention, right?"

Before Harry could reply, the Father swiftly turned and slammed the sword down upon the orange, embedding it into a sword rack with a loud 'whack'. Juices from the orange spouted around the nearby wall and floor as if it exploded.

The Father removed the katana and wiped the blade before he returned it. He looked back to Harry, "while a scene like this could be used to send a message, it is not advisable if we want to escape undetected and unharmed. The ideal way, would be with this," he said pulling out a straight edge razor blade. He turned back to the remaining orange and made a quick strike with the razor's edge.

For a second, it would seem that Father Jacob's missed his mark as the orange didn't budge. When Harry looked closer, he seen a single drop of juice near the incision. Father Jacobs picked up the orange and showed Harry the deep cut.

"Your friend...Davin," Harry's head jerked up at the mention of his only friend, "he needed to be taught that more often than not, we will use surgical precision as opposed to brute force. We must remain unseen, we must remain nondescript and have the ability to blend in with our surroundings. Above all, we must be silent." The Father grabbed Harry by both of his shoulders. Deep down he knew he was not just confessing the reasons for the treatment given to Davin. But, he was looking for understanding from Harry. He knew Harry was worried about his friend, and he had good reason to be.

"Davin will be returning soon." When Harry began to smile, the Father said, "but he doesn't look or act like the friend that you remember. He has changed a great deal. He was taken to the brink of death and has the scars to prove it."

Harry became worried, 'what have they done', Harry thought.

For the past six months, Davin was beaten and starved until the 'flair' went out of him. Scars crisscrossed his entire body. He now had a deep scar that starts from the top of his head and branches off to the corner of his left eye and his entire left cheek. His wild blonde hair that stood at attention was now dull and hung past his face.

Two weeks after his talk with Father Jacobs, Harry was returning to his dorm from weapons training when he seen the other students gathered around Davin's bed. Harry heard them laughing about someone looking like Frankenstein. When he came up to the group he looked down at the boy sitting on the bed. He had his head down with his dirty blonde hair covering his face. The sides of his head were shaved so they could see the deep scar that ran from the scalp to the boy's left eye and cheek. Light scars ran up the thin boy's arms and disappeared underneath his shirt.

When Harry made it into the group, they hushed down to quietly watch the exchange. The sudden drop of noise alerted Davin to another presence. When he looked up he seen his friend Harry, 'Will he pick on me like the rest. They all hate me', he thought. He didn't need to worry though.

Harry stuck out his hand to Davin, a look of conviction on his face. "I'll stand with you brother", Harry said as Davin tentatively grabbed the offered hand. "And I'll rip through anyone that tries to fuck with you again!"

The whites of Harry's eyes glowed brightly as he turned his head to look at the other acolytes. He dared them to challenge him. Harry might not be the largest of the group, but he was certainly the fiercest. "Fuck off", he whispered to the crowd, "or get fucked up!"

One by one, they left Davin's bed knowing that they couldn't match Harry's skill.

From that point on, Harry and Davin were inseparable while they stayed at Saint Giles. Occasionally, they would go on missions and training assignments together. While Davin's personality was tempered, his fighting style didn't change. He was still a brute when he took out a target, but he was silent about it. Having no tongue helped with that 'skill set'. His stealth had improved tremendously throughout the years, having to hide from the other acolyte's physical abuse when Harry was not there.

Harry and Davin tagged them back upon his return though. It was not uncommon for the two of them to take on ten opponents and come out on top. This ended up alienating the duo from the rest of the acolytes. There was constant conflict with the others but it only made them stronger as individuals and as a team.

...We must live together as brothers or perish together as fools...
~Martin Luther King Jr.

1999
Saint Giles

Using wandless magic, Harry summoned and transfigured his customary throwing knife into his right hand. As he walked up to the iron gate of the crypt, he slid the blade across his left palm. He rubbed the blood across a heart shaped ruby in the center of a crucifix and grabbed the handle of the door with his right hand.

When the wards granted his entry, Harry walked right to Father Jacobs' office to report in. He knocked on the door and once again waited to enter. After a moment he heard the Father unlock the door. When he seen Harry, the good Father had to suppress the relief in his smile. But Harry could tell in his eyes that the Father was happy to see him unharmed.

"Is it done", Father Jacobs asked.

"Yes Father, I caught the wizard named Saunders and four other wizards red handed. They all died in a gruesome manner as specified by the assignment. They named another wizard that wasn't present tonight though, his name is Mundungus Fletcher. I'd like to take Davin with me to take care of this loose end, if you will allow it Father."

Father Jacobs had heard that name before. Thinking back to when the muggle and magical world combined, he remembered when a group of magicals were charged with treason. Dumbledore's group.

"A former Hogwarts Headmaster, by the name of Albus Dumbledore, headed a group named the Order of the Phoenix back when the Emperor was merging the two worlds. They all were quickly charged with treason but continued to operate and disrupt the Emperor's efforts. After some time, the group split up. Apparently, more than half of them liked the criminal side of the fence too much," the Father said.

"Mundungus stayed with Dumbledore, from what I remember. The others turned to gang activity like the one you just stopped." After thinking for a moment, Father Jacobs thought about what course of action he wanted. Should they take Mundungus alive? Or should they tie up the loose ends?

Coming to a decision, he looked at Harry, "Take what you need, including Davin, and leave within a few hours. Stick to the area where you killed Mr. Saunders and see if he turns up. If you don't find him, look around Knockturn Alley. He was known do conduct black market deals around that area."

"Rules of engagement," Harry asked.

"Alive if possible. I want to see if he will give up Dumbledore's location."

"Yes, Father Jacobs," Harry said bowing his head. "I'll grab Davin and we will head out immediately."

As Harry was walking out the door, Father Jacobs called out to him, "Be careful Harry. Oh, and take it easy on the others. Davin has been fighting with them for the past hour or so. I was gonna give it a few more minutes before I stepped in, but since you are here..." Father Jacobs said with a small smile.

Harry shook his head with a small smile on his lips, "no promises, Father".

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When Harry arrived at the common area near the dorm room, he seen utter destruction. The couch was flipped on it's back, trash littered the floor, the carpet was torn up, and the nightstands were destroyed. As Harry surveyed the damage, a body was thrown from out of his viewing and landed a few feet in front of him. The bloodied mess moaned for a minute before slipping into unconsciousness.

'Jacob always did attack problems head on', Harry thought. Jacob was one of the newer acolytes. He was orphaned at eight years old and rescued by another monk. Now at fifteen, he always jumped at the chance to prove himself to the others. Apparently, Jacob thought it was a good idea to try and break Davin's hands with his face. At least, that's what Harry gathered looking at the multiple gashes, broken nose, and deformed eye socket of Jacob's face.

Moving into the common area, Harry seen four more acolytes on the ground in various states of consciousness. The last three acolytes, Krista, Peter, and Michael, surrounded Davin with his back to the wall.

"So, I go away for a few days, and you guys all decided to redecorate the place", Harry asked getting their attention. All four of them were out of breath and bloody. Peter and Michael, the largest students at the church, were using the nightstand legs as a weapon. Krista, easily the most repulsive looking of the group, favored her brass knuckles.

"Don't interfere Harry! This started without you and it will end without you", Krista said gasping for air. Peter and Michael nodded their heads in agreement, looking between Davin and Harry.

Harry had every intention of joining into the fray. But he didn't have the time to play with these cretins, he had work to do. "I have to leave again soon anyway so... Davin", Harry looked at his friend, "if you want to go, quit fucking around so you can grab your gear."

The three bullies looked back at Davin as he nodded his head. Harry leaned back against the wall to watch the show. He knew his friend could easily take down a dozen trained fighters, so he wasn't worried. But, being pressed for time, he made sure nobody else joined in.

When Krista was satisfied that Harry wasn't gonna fight, she lunged at Davin with a flurry of punches. Davin moved his head just enough to avoid the blows until Krista threw a hard right punch. Davin grabbed her wrist with his left hand, stepped to his right, and punched her between the upper and lower head of her bicep. Krista screamed as her arm instantly went numb. He released his grip on her wrist, and lowered himself enough to deliver a left hook to Krista's knee. In one fluid motion, as she was on the way down, Davin grabbed her head and kneed her in the nose.

As Krista's face exploded, Peter and Michael moved in. Each swung their makeshift clubs at Davin trying to score a hit. But he twisted and dodged each attempt. Fatigued, Peter swung clumsily at Davin's head. Davin grabbed the weapon with his left hand and Peter's arm in the other. Using Peter's momentum, Davin hip tossed him hard to the ground. He wrenched the nightstand leg out of Peter's hand and ducked as Michael swung at the back of his head.

Davin smacked Peter in the temple with the weapon before he rolled away from Michael's second swing. Back on his feet, Michael and Davin squared off with their 'clubs'. Michael lifted his weapon as a feint, but when he did, he left his face open. Davin threw his club toward Michael's head, but he didn't expect a hit.

When Michael ducked, Davin ran at him with a silent scream. Michael fell over the unconscious Peter and landed on his back with Davin straddling him. Before his opponent could defend himself, Davin savagely started pounding on his head. Michael tried to block with the nightstand leg, but Davin ripped it from him and threw it away. Davin continued to pound on Michael's head, even after he was knocked out.

Harry reluctantly pulled Davin away before he killed Michael.

"Alright mate, get yourself cleaned up and meet me at the door," Harry said. "The rest of you assholes lost, so you get to clean this shit up before Father Jacobs sees it."

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Covent Garden
Later that evening.

Harry posted Davin above St. Paul's church overlooking the crime scene while he made his way through the crowd of onlookers. He would've had Davin mingle with the crowd but he still looked like he ran into a brick wall. 'I need to move around anyway', Harry thought sleepily.

Harry moved from shop to shop, always keeping an eye out for his prey. Father Jacobs had given Harry the wanted poster with Mundungus' face on it for reference. Unfortunately for Harry, the investigation and the forensic teams were wrapping up. The crime scene was being cleaned and the crowds were thinning. 'If Mundungus did show up, he probably would've left already', Harry thought. It had been about four hours since Harry killed the group.

Harry watched as one of the forensic officers removed the conjured ropes from around a dead body strand by strand. Forensics was mostly made up of muggles. They used what they knew along with their wizard counterparts to piece together a crime scene, categorize and gather DNA, and come up with a suspect. Law enforcement became very efficient when Emperor Riddle merged the two worlds. Which was great since the crime rate was extremely low.

That only makes a scene like the one Harry left all the more gruesome since it didn't happen often. This would be all over the T.V., radio, and newspapers soon. Harry assumed that once Mundungus finds out the victim's names, he would probably run. If that happened, Harry might not find him.

Harry refocused on the forensics officer when he heard her vomiting. With all the ropes severed, all of Saunders' wounds were out to bear. 'She must have seen his missing pecker. If she only knew what he was doing with it, she probably would've cut it off too', Harry thought with a chuckle.

Deciding that the area was useless, Harry met with Davin on top of St. Paul's church.

"I don't think he showed up at all tonight", Harry said. Looking into Davin's eyes, he allowed his friend to 'talk' with him through legilimency. It took the two of them awhile to accomplish, but after Davin had his tongue cut out, they needed some way to talk to each other. Hand signals are too slow.

'What do you want to do', Davin asked telepathically.

"Let's go to Knockturn Alley and post up at the bars. I'll take the Antsy Banshee...", Harry began to say. Davin abruptly started laughing so hard it gave Harry a twinge of pain. "Ah damn it, break connection when you do that. Shit hurt," Harry said with a small smile. Antsy Banshee wasn't the actual name of the bar, Harry called it that because of a female muggle they met.

Long story short, Harry was at the bar, trying to be inconspicuous, when this pretty muggle girl stumbles into him. She apologizes and strikes up a conversation with Harry which involved more touching than words. Harry had to keep up appearances in front of his target, the bartender, so he went along with it.

After about thirty minutes, the tipsy woman threw herself at him. Kissing, petting, and rubbing without a care as to who was watching. When the pale woman suggested they go to a secluded spot, Harry agreed. He planned on stunning the woman so he could continue with his assignment. She, on the other hand, had different plans. They went to the far corner of the bar, which was lit only by a single candle hanging from the wall.

After a minute or so of kissing, when Harry was about to perform the spell, she unzipped Harry's pants, went under the table and took him into her mouth. It happened so suddenly that Harry dropped his wand. Being his first sexual encounter, Harry didn't know how to react; his penis did, but Harry was clueless.

He had mixed feelings on stopping her at this point. On one hand, he had a job to do and had to keep up appearances. On the other hand, he was a seventeen year old getting his very first hummer! The funny thing was, when she raised her head, she kept hitting the bottom of the table; rattling the beer mugs and silverware. Which caused the other club goers to look and stare in his direction.

Davin, who was near the bartender, heard the banging noise too. The bartender started laughing, "oh shit, she got another one." He tapped Davin on the shoulder and pointed at Harry's direction, "watch this."

The banging noise stopped a minute later, only to be replaced with the loud shrieking of Harry's female companion. Because of the low light at Harry's table and the reverse cowgirl position the woman favored, the show continued as she would appear and disappear rapidly from within the shadows. The candlelight illuminated her pale glistening skin giving her a ghostly visage. To complete the experience, she literally screamed like a banshee throughout the entire session.

Harry was frozen with fear and indecision. He had never had this many eyes on him. 'So much for subtlety', Harry thought belatedly. The whole affair only lasted a few moments. The only thing he could do was grip his chair until she was done.

Harry, confused and embarrassed, left immediately afterwards to the sounds of a laughing crowd. They laughed even harder when Harry passed them and they seen that his face was stuck in perpetual fear; mouth open and eyes wide like he seen a real ghost.

Davin later learned that the woman's nickname was the Antsy Banshee and that she had a reputation for seducing young men into a dark corner for loud voyeuristic love making. Being the hormonal driven teens that they were, Davin never let Harry live it down.

After their nostalgic moment, Harry rubbed his temple to massage away the pain and continued with the plan. "I'll take that one and you take the one at the other end."

With a silly grin on his face, Davin agreed and apparated away. Harry, just like before, was very confused as he went back to the Antsy Banshee. While he still had a job to do, he didn't think he would mind another 'ghost encounter'.

Before entering the bar, he used a few charms to change his hair and eye color, complexion, and added a light beard to his face. He walked right up to the bar and ordered a Fire Whiskey. After the liquid quit burning his throat, he ordered another and turned around to see the crowd.

Harry stayed at the bar for about two hours, still nursing his second shot of Fire Whiskey. He made idle chit chat with some of the patrons and kept a lookout for 'the banshee'. Harry was about to leave and change his appearance when a small black piece of paper floated to him. Like the Ministry's paper airplane memo system, Harry used it as a way to communicate with Davin. He adapted the charm to use a small piece of black paper in the shape of a toothpick.

After seizing it, Harry read the contents. 'Got him', was all it said. Harry left the bar and immediately apparated to the end of Knockturn Alley. He disillusioned himself and crept around to the front of the most run down pub he had ever seen. Harry had been inside once before and knew it was a 'shit hole', but coming back just refreshed the image.

Inside the pub, Davin watched as Mundungus was trying to sell whatever was in a black case. "That's real silver", Mundungus said. "Boosted it from Sirius Black himself, right under old Dumbledore's nose".

"We get it Dung, you've said it twenty times now. Sirius Black...blah...blah...blah. We see the bleeding family crest", one of the buyers huffed. Dung was the nickname used for Fletcher based on the fact that he usually smelt like it.

"Oh, right. Sorry," Dung said, "I'm just real excited about it. I gotta get rid of it tonight though."

After thinking it over, the same buyer said, "Your price is too high. I'll only give twenty galleons for it." Dung was floored, this much silver should at least pay out double that. He was about to haggle a price when the buyer beat him to it."Take it or leave it."

Dung was going to refuse on principle until he thought better of it. Sirius and Dumbledore would hang him to dry if he was caught with it. Plus, he was extremely late for his meeting with Saunders. "Fine. But now you are robbing me."

The toothless buyer payed his due, grabbed the case, and left the pub. Mundungus walked to the bar and ordered one last drink before leaving. Davin had eyes on him the entire time. As Dung left the bar, Davin signaled Harry.

Harry took out his wand and walked swiftly to where Dung was going. When they were in the opening of an alleyway. Davin and Harry positioned themselves to grab an arm when Harry whispered, "Stupefy".

Dung instantly fell limp. Without missing a beat, Harry and Davin put Dung's arms over their shoulders and walked him into the dark alley. When they were sure they were out of eye sight, Harry conjured ropes and secured his prisoner.

"What the hell were you doing in there, drinking your ass silly", Harry asked looking into Davin's eyes. "I was outside the waiting for hours."

Davin looked like a fish out of water, his mouth opened and closed while his brain tried to come up with a response. Of course he had a few pints, but he just sent that note to Harry minutes ago. 'Bullshit', Davin telepathically said.

Harry busted out laughing, "Did you at least learn or do anything useful".

'I didn't see a ghost if that's what your implying', Davin said with a smile. ' Not all of us can get laid while on assignment, oh Great One! After his chuckling was winding down, Davin continued, 'I did learn that this stinky fellow has ties to a bloke named Sirius Black. I'm sure he knows where Dumbledore is too because he stole silver from them and sold it'.

"Yeah well, let's take him to Father Jacobs for interrogation. I need to get some sleep, I'm beat."

Davin nodded his head in agreement, he knew Harry had to be exhausted from being on mission for too long. He took out a portkey and grabbed Dung by the ear. 'Well then quit dawdling and grab the smelly wanker'.

Harry chuckled and grabbed Dung's other ear. Davin activated the portkey and they were whisked away to Saint Giles.