AN: Sorry for a long update time, I work in a warehouse as a forklift operator and pull a lot of 12 and 16 hour days so I usually don't get much time to myself so I can update. Did this all in one night but think its pretty good, it seams to close up the plot holes in chapter 3. Anyway hope you like it.

Harry Potter Auror and Unspeakable

Change of Plans

The people of Paris France where treated to a very unusual sight on that sunny May day. A group of 15 people where being chased by what looked like a group, about 3 dozen in size, of extremely horny looking young women. Not hard to imagine when many of the group of 15 where fairly good looking young men, who funnily enough where running like the dogs of hell where on their heels instead of a large group of very beautiful women who obviously wanted to have sex with them. Oh well, many thought, not my problem.

Ginny was starting to find breathing to become quite a chore, while Quidditch was a sport it didn't give you much better physical endurance. Great for your thighs, you try hanging onto a speeding broomstick while handling a large red ball and shoot it, your thighs and calves would look great to. However great leg muscle, while good for running, where no good to you if you couldn't draw any breath. The Weasley's were quickly running out of options and were considering turning Fleur loose on the sex crazed veela and getting the hell out of that god forsaken country when Charlie did something incredible stupid, he stopped and turned into the swarm of sex crazed women.

Molly was in hysterics, half from not running for this long since 1970 and half from concern for her second oldest child, "CHARLIE WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" "I'M SAVING ALL OUR ASSES," he yelled back, "I'LL OFFER MYSELF TO THEM AND YOU GUYS CAN GO." Fleur tried to stop him, yelling as she kept running, "DON'T THEY'LL TEAR YOU TO SHREADS WHEN YOU CAN'T PLEASE THEM ALL" None of them heard him mumble, "That's a chance I'm willing to take."

The 3 dozen veela hit poor Charlie like a Mack truck running into a sheer cliff wall on Donor's Pass when it lost it's brakes. Somehow he stayed upright and started to draw them in giving his family enough time to leave. Charlie didn't know if he had the stamina to do this but he was going to give it one hell of a try.

4 hour 13 minutes later

A smiling Charlie Weasley strolled up to the Burrow's back door. Damn I'm good, he thought smugly to himself. Somehow he, Charlie Weasley had shagged almost 3 dozen veela women into a coma like state. He was pretty happy until he opened the back door and walked into what looked like WW3 could be started in the tiny kitchen that day. Hermione Granger was being held at goblin spear point, wand tip, and knife point, confused Charlie asked, "Um what's going on?" "CHARLIE," his mother screamed and slammed into his chest. Fleur was dumbfounded, "How did you get away?" "Shagged them all into a coma," he stated smugly. Fleur's jaw dropped while Bill looked at his little brother, "Teach me your secrets." Charlie chuckled, "Sure just go without sex for about 4 years. Now does someone what to explain why Hermione is being held like that?" Several growls met his questions, turning towards Ginny hoping for an answer, he got it. "Turns out this traitor sided with Dumbledork and was being paid to spy on Harry so he could know what Harry was doing and what he knew. The old dick was paying her out of Harry's main family vault. Apparently while we were all concerned about you she snuck off to Gringott's trying to get money. Apparently Harry beat her to it, he made sure that only the people on his vaults could get money out and they drug her back her like this and explained the story to us. It seams the noble prat's last act was to add me to his vault with unlimited access," she explained. "Whoa, that's heavy man," Charlie said collapsing into a chair his mother held for him.

"Yes, Miss Granger will now be dealt with as the traitor she is," a particularly nasty looking goblin said digging his spear into her neck a little deeper, this time drawing blood. "Wait," Bill said, "what about her supposedly being in love with Ron?" "Please," Hermione pleaded, "I didn't mean to do this, the headmaster placed me under an Imperio curse I tried to fight it, you have to believe me," she was starting to cry. Bill stepped up to her and entered her mind to see if it was true, sadly she was lying, Bill exited her mind and slapped her.

Ron came down at that point and said to her, "I think I know a good punishment for you. I'm going to have your knowledge repressed and make it where you can never learn again without extreme difficulty and have your magic bound. Me and Harry would have done anything for you and this is how you repay us. Your pathetic. Take her back to her muggle parents, oh wait their in Australia with no memory of you. Good luck in real life bitch."

Their last view of Hermione Granger was her being drug away by the goblin's.

340 miles away, Orly, France

Harry was entered a seedy looking bar in Orly, France, a town on the southern outskirts of Paris. He was hear because he had heard rumors from his contacts that Fenrir Grayback had ran right here after he was able to escape the battle and Harry was going to see if it was true.

Entering the bar Harry's eye's were drawn to the person he was here for and he quickly confirmed that yes this was the very man he was looking for. Walking up to the dangerous werewolf, Harry pulled out his American made Colt 45 with his silver bullet ammo. Thank god for Sam Colt, Harry thought, putting the gun into the mans back proved that he was either drunk or not paying attention as he was able to sneak up on the werewolf with relative ease. "Come with me Grayback. I don't want to have to kill you," Harry said trying to sound braver than he felt. "Don't want to or won't Potter? You don't have the guts," Fenrir growled out. Their conversation was interrupted by Harry's mobile phone ringing.

"Hello? Oh hey Kingsley. Yeah I've got one of them right here why?….Are you sure? But I thought…? That's what I thought the plan was. Well if that's their final call I'll go with it. No no its not a big deal, actually it kind of simplifies things on my end. Okay Fenrir will be coming thru soon so don't be surprised. What's that? No I've got 3 more leads to tract down before I can come home. What? Oh shit, fuck, damnit all to hell. How did they find out so damn quick? Oh. Yeah I thought she would be the one to find out first, I'm kind of surprised it wasn't Molly. Okay well I got to go, I got a man to kill. No its fine trust me. Oh and have a bottle of fire whiskey waiting on my desk. Okay I'll, what? Oh um kill her if you've got to but whatever that ones up to you. Okay bye."

Blowing out a breath of air Harry turned towards the werewolf, "Sorry about that, got new orders." Fenrir laughed, "What are they? Don't kill him?" BAM. "Nope kill them all, let God sort out the mess," Harry said. Pulling out a money bag, Harry tossed it at the magical bar owner and said in perfect French, "Sorry about the mess, was going to take him in alive but the Wizengamot decided the dementors weren't trustworthy anymore so now I'm killing all of these people instead." "Don't worry about it," the barman said, "if you hadn't of killed him I might have. He came in here demanding women and whiskey and spouting off some shit that he had killed Harry Potter, what a crock of shit." Harry hunched over, slapped a portkey on the obvious dead man's chest and watched as he was whisked away to the Ministry of Magic.

"Well I would love to stay and chat but apparently it didn't take my trigger happy ex-girlfriend long to figure out I was gone and thru sheer dumb luck they managed to get very close without my knowledge," Harry told the barman. Harry quietly slipped out the door and continued on to the next possible location, Frankfurt Germany had apparently appealed to the Lestrange family for a long time, he just prayed it wasn't a false lead.

Ottery-Saint Catchpole, United Kingdom

The Weasley family was busy eating dinner and planning several things at once. Number 1 being planning the funeral for Fred Weasley, which was taking precedent over everything at the moment. They were also planning the capture of Harry, that plan was sketchy at best, it ranged from sending portkey's attached to letter's to sending him false letter's with news of Ginny being in Saint Mungo's for some problem. Ron shot down the first idea by reminding the family that Harry was probably at least a proficient Dark Lord killer and at best a highly trained killer, better to not startle him into killing on site. Idea number two, while it sounded like a good idea and would definitely get him back, might cause Harry to react badly when he found out he had been tricked once again. Another idea, submitted by Fleur and still being considered, was letting Ginny stay in Potter Manor, which Harry had started living in, with at least one of her brothers staying with her until Harry came home then tying him up allowing Ginny to have her wicked way with him until he caved and tied the knot.

Plans for the pending nuptials were also being planned, but this was almost 100% complete, as Ginny had always said she would be the next Mrs. Potter Molly had decided to humor her then 5 year old daughter and had let her have a binder. Ginny had taken the invitation seriously and had planned out her wedding, right down to the guest list, which admit tingly would need to be edited. Now they poured over the very item her brothers had once ridiculed her over and had been forced to admit that Ginny was either one smart cookie or the Marriage contacts binding magic had given her inside information on her future husband because they couldn't find anything that Harry would disagree with. It was a mute point anyway seeing as Harry would have caved and given Ginny anything she wanted. They had everything for the wedding but the groom himself. Stupid bloody noble prat.

Ginny and her brother's all smirked at one another, Harry Potter had opened one can of worms he shouldn't have messed with. Now he had the terror of the Weasley children after him. "He'd better run fast cause we're coming after him," Bill said. Yes, Ginny thought, yes we are.

636 miles away, Dietzenbach, Germany

Harry Potter sat in yet another bar waiting for yet another Death Eater when a sever pain began to form in his chest. "What the fuck?" Harry gasped out. The magic of the contract was trying to bring Harry to his senses by giving his heart a sharp tug and flood his mind with pictures of Ginny. While Harry did miss her he still believed that Ginny was better off without him. And just like that the pain was gone as suddenly as it had come. "Well that was certainly weird," Harry said. However he shook away his confusion, he had a job to do, Rabastan Lestrange sure as hell wasn't going to die or turn himself in to die.

AN: Thanks for reading. Well probably finish explaining Harry's last few years of schooling next chapter. Also thinking about having Harry stumble across an up and coming Dark Lord. What do you guys think. As always please reveiw