Bring to Order original version

by twilliams1797

A Harry/Hermione love story, with the usual cliches Manipulative Dumbles, Potions abuse, Time Travel..sorta, Ron Bashing..literally a new definition of family

6. Chapter 6

Standard Disclaimer still applies.

once again, I repeat. When the file left my laptop, the formatting was perfect.

if you have problems with it, blame the electron gods, FFnet software, anybody.

I had it right and quite readable.

Bring to Order Chapter 6

The days went on and every day, another Death Eater disappeared, every day, The Ministry was in an uproar, They were looking for culprits to blame, even though the Fudge administration was gone, the methods and attitude was still there. The executive triad of Bones, Scrimgeour and Weasley were trying hard to set things right, but were stopped by various dead ends, by people pulling out good reasons not to see into their dark. Undersecretary Umbridge was found to be guilty by her own admission that she had sent dementors to Surrey with the intent of capturing and killing Harry.. she had not expected him to fight back, and had done her utmost during the ensuing school year to take him out, including an authorized poisoning attempt. She didn't know about the unusual combination of ....things floating around in Harry's bloodstream.

The ironic part of the whole situation was this.. The dementors that were Umbridge's final kiss were the same dementors that she had sent to Harry.

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Sometime back in the beginning..shortly after the loss of Sirius:

"Mooney, you have to take the job, there isn't anybody else I trust to do it right, to keep control and still get the job done.. " "You know that this would be considered sedition against the government and we could all be rounded up and executed, There is a considerable risk"

"Yes a risk, but the possibilities for the future, the potential payoff, you can't tell me that what you are doing is living, you and every lycan is just surviving.. you can't call it living.. If you take this job, you and the others will have a chance at a new life, a real life.. Mooney, I can find someone else to do the job, if you really don't want to do it, but I would really like you to do it."

Harry sighed in exasperation. "It's not like it's a handout, I expect the job to be quite hard, you'll earn your pay."

Remus set his head back and sighed. He had to overcome twenty years of self-programming, and denial of desire. He desperately wanted something like this, he always had, and it was obvious that this would probably be his only opportunity to get his wish fulfilled.

"I've put in a bid to buy Gruinard Island and it will be a safe place for every known and unknown Werewolf to be able to run free without the danger of hurting anyone.."and we'll use the it for our training facility and base".

Remus was awestruck at the plans that his semi-godson had drafted.. There was a hospital, training facility, rooms and everything an army would need. There was a benefit there for the WWF also.. Harry had plans to put the entire island under the speedtime charm so they could accelerate their training, and this would benefit the endangered creatures and give them an extra season for breeding and repopulating their ecological niche..

"Ok, I'll do it."

this is an owl..no, really! ---===0|0===---

"Good, Here are your orders, Major Lupin". Remus took the packet, and started through it, there was a sample letter and an account to work with, a list of names, as complete as could be discerned of every known werewolf. He set to work.

He apparated to Hogsmeade and entered the local Owl post office. "Good afternoon, sir, I need to send out two hundred thirty seven owls in the next twelve hours..do you have enough owls available to do this?" The Postal Agent scrunched his face up and worked his brain.."Iffn' ye set aside five owls for locals, you can use the rest of my owls in a round robin.. I assume all the messages are in country?" "Yes, all England, and UK, Ireland and Scotland., oh yes, one in the Orkneys.."

"Hmmm, with a round trip time of three hours on average, I have thirty owls available, you should make it in about ten hours, that work for you?" "That will be great, Here, I will make a deposit to pay for their use, and we'll settle up when I'm done, ok?" The man received the bag of Galleons and gave Remus access to a workroom.

Remus faced the ranks of Owls, who all sat quietly awaiting their orders.

"Hello friends, I have a task given to me by Hedwigs' person, I assume most of you know Hedwig?" There was a general assent from all the owls.. some of them were very familiar with the lovely Hedwig, at least as far as she would let them.

"Now then, I am sending messages to people who are probably not too well off, so don't be surprised if they can't give you a treat, please don't be insulted, I will make up for them, when you return, Ok?"

More Owlish assent.

"First, Alang, Shiply Alang, he lives somewhere near..."

Many hours later, the last owls were straggling in, and only a few were not able to find their targets. Remus removed the packets from the returning birds and threw them in a pile, noting the names that he was not able to reach..

Each packet had contained a letter, an invitation, actually, and a timed Portkey, and a small sack with twenty Galleons in it to compensate for their time, or give them a good meal, travel expenses.. whatever. The Postal agent did a quick inventory of his charges and was satisfied that they were all healthy and accounted for. Remus kept his word, and handed over a large box of feeder mice for the gathered flock.. "You all did very well, thank you.." He gave the birds his respect and went to settle up with the agent.

Gruinard Island was off the coast of Scotland in between Gairloch and Ullapoo . Officially it was about a kilometer square, oblong.. whatever.. in reality, it was close to eleven miles long and three wide, and at one end was a newish facility, an infirmary, which could be expanded into a triage hospital,, training facility, rooms to rest in, showers and exercise facilities.. offices and storage. The island was warded against intrusion from offshore or from the public part of the island.. The locals had avoided the island for years, because it had been used for Biowarfare experiments, anthrax in particular.. Magical people were immune to anthrax, and almost all other normal diseases, and this island provided a excellent hiding place, right under the noses of the mundane world.

The wards had been set up centuries before, and the wards that Harry was adding were controlled by a runeset that he held in the main office. "Allright then, you will have control of the time dilation here, maximum speed it one day per hour, and the needs of food and water will be extreme for all your people, so plan ahead, the elves will stock the portal and you will have to manage it from your end, since there is only the small airlock.." Harry was referring to the closet sized space that made the safe transition from realtime to speedtime.. anyone trying to enter through any other method was in for a long and painful death..

They looked to the infirmary staff, most muggleborn and vetted to be free of prejudice, questioned under veritaserum and legilimancy to make sure there were no Imperious or potions driven invaders.. The head of the staff was Poppy Pomfrey's nephew Marcus, who was at present three years out of his Healer's apprenticeship. He was lecturing his staff. "I expect that initially they will be in fairly poor shape, not eating right, some wear and tear from living a less than fully employed lifestyle.. We will do our best to keep our patients healthy and happy.. treat them as you would want to be treated.. Anything to add Major Lupin?" "No Marcus, you are doing quite well, thank you, we will be at the arrival point and send our new co-workers through as needed, and then to a good meal.. then we'll see what happens" "Very well.. Ten minutes to first wave, people, places.."

The action went off flawlessly, people began arriving at ten minute intervals, ten at a time, and they were sorted as to need, most went directly to the dining hall, a few were pulled aside and given the medical treatment they needed.. and sent on to eat. The hall was laid out like a cafeteria, with food along one side, and trays to carry it on. People sat down and talked, made friends and wondered about what was going on. They were all a bit scared and very curious, because they had been abused so many times before by the Ministry and others.. but when they saw Harry and Hermione standing at the head of the room, patiently waiting and smiling at everyone, their fears diminished.

One of the incoming people was a young girl, no more than twelve, and obviously terrified, she had been bitten only the year before and was still new at the whole concept of being a werewolf.. she was afraid of everyone, of herself, of her former parents and friends. Hermione saw the girl come through the Medical unit and intercepted her. "Honey, what's your name, is there anyone with you?

The girl cringed and was about to dart away, when Harry subtly cleared the area, so that there were no distractions.. He was still new at this, having been under speedtime for only a few months and not much further than 7th year training. He put up a sound barrier and a vague mistiness everywhere but the point where he wanted the girl focused, on Hermione. "Umm no..I'm alone.. I..I'm Clara Jorkins.. " she sniffled. Hermione hugged her closely. "Do your parents know where you are, sweetie?" "No..they made me leave." "Made you leave? were you at home?" "They...made me.." she couldn't hold it in..she burst into tears and almost collapsed, except the older girl holding her up.. Hermione looked desperately to Harry for guidance, and he came to her rescue. He looked around the hall and spotted the perfect candidate, and gestured over.

Ex SAS Sargent Elana James saw the little drama being played out at the entry. She briskly stepped up to the obvious patron of the gathering and stood at attention "Sargent James Reporting for duty Sir!" "Sargent James, I need you to take an inventory of everyone here and ask for a list of skills, and as you do this, pass out these lists of job descriptions, the definitions are not hard and fast, we can be flexible.. " She nodded as she scanned the list.. under the things she was qualified to do were several that were word for word descriptions of her training with the SAS recon/intel division, and the rest of the list was more mundane jobs, very similar to those of support battalions in the service. "And also, Sargent?" She looked to her new commander "This is Major Lupin, he will be your superior officer.. " She looked at the mild looking professorial type. "Yes sir, pleased top meet you, Major Lupin" She saluted.

Hermione was holding Clara on her lap. The girl had stopped crying, but there were still sniffles. Harry decided. "Winky!" The female elf popped in and faced the women. "Yes Lord Black?" Harry introduced them "Clara, I would like to introduce you to my cousin, Winky Black, She will be staying with you and protecting you from now on, until you are ready to go on your own. Winky is a very nice person and will help you". he turned to Winky. "I'm sorry, I should have asked first, but I felt Clara needs someone there for her, and we will be away much of the time..since your assignment is stable, I figured.." "Pay it no mind, Lord Black, I was feeling a bit lonely myself, after all those years taking care of young Barty, it will be nice to have new friend" The elf brushed the dark hair out of her face and crouched to speak with Clara. "Hello, Love, Are you still scared?" Clare chewed on her knuckle and slowly nodded. "Hermione won't hurt you, neither will Harry, And I really want to be your friend, And Major Lupin is here to protect us all.. " she indicated the tall man standing to the side. Lupin smiled at the girl.

"Are you hungry?", maybe some soup?" she nodded, still shy. Winky held out her hand and gently took the girl by hers, and she slipped out of Hermione's lap. They took a few steps to the closest table, and sat. Winky snapped her fingers and a bowl of soup and some crackers appeared on the table in front of the girl.. "When did you eat last, sweetie?" "ummm, yesterday, I think.." she slowly started to slurp the soup and they looked her over as best they could..There was still remnants of anti-bruise ointment showing on her arms and legs.. the medical unit had been thorough.. Harry got the attention of one of the medical staff, and asked for the girl's record. Every person coming had a file started on them at this point, a beginning. Clara's record had photographs of harsh bruising and marks on her back from being whipped and beaten. There was listed as her initial treatment, wide spectrum antibiotic, bruise relief potions and salve, a recommendation for continued nutrient therapy and close observation. He thanked the medico and gave a copy of the file to Winky, so she would know how to watch over her charge.

Harry sat on the bench near where Clara was sitting, hugging a stuffed niffler. "Hi, My name's Harry, and you're Clara, I hear" The little girl was shy, more so than was normal for a girl her age.. "I saw from your records that there was some bruising on your back.. Did you have an accident, a fall, maybe?" She withdrew into herself a bit more.. and shook her head no. "I guess than someone was hitting you... don't worry, no one here will hit you.." She looked dolefully from under her hair. "I know what' it's like to be where someone is afraid of you, and take it out on you because you're different.. it's not like you could do anything about being different, is it?" he gave the girl a cheerful smile, while Winky hugged her from the other side.

"Now me, They hated me because I had green eyes.." he mugged at her and made googley eyes, bugging out and crossing them. She giggled at his antics.

"My green eyes reminded them of my mum who was a witch, and how she was smarter and prettier and how she made them jealous.."

"umm did they hit you too?"

Harry nodded.. "Once my cousin broke my arm, and all they did was throw me in a closet and not feed me for a week, I think they were hoping I would die"

The little girl shuddered "That's just mean" Harry nodded. "Yes, it was, but they couldn't help it, they were cursed to be mean." "Cursed, by who?" Harry made a face. "By an old man who thinks he knows what's best for everyone." "That doesn't make sense.. how can one old man know what's best for everyone?" Harry smiled. "That's just it, you know, he can't, and that's one of the reasons that we are all here today"

Carla looked around and saw people bustling about, joining into groups, eating meals, getting assignments and passing out new clothes and tools. She saw happy faces, she saw people being hesitant about receiving, she saw people who were scared. She saw a few who were angry. she saw some who were banding together and forming families, even though they were not related.. she wanted to belong, because she still hurt, her parents had forced her away, they had taken the bag of money from the owl, read the letter and forced her to hold the letter and made her go away. They had beat her before she was taken, and as she was whirling away, they yelled "Don't come back!!" She remembered being a young girl, and learning to read, running in the meadow, playing with her kitty, she remembered the night when the scary people came. She remembered the hairy beast grab her and bite her deeply on the shoulder..

She shuddered at the memory of the pain that next night, when the full moon rose. the fear and the panic, waking up the next day, ripped and shredded, and afraid she had done something horrible. the next month, she was locked in a cage that burned her hands, and not let out for two days, while she screamed and cried for her parents to release her. Instead of release, what she got was beating and yelling.

Carla looked at him with a question in her mind, trying to get out. Her mind was scrabbling after the question, trying to get a hold on it, to wrestle it into submission.

She finally got a grip. "Winky?" the elf hugged her and whispered in the girl's ear, calming her and using some elven magic, for Winky was no longer a house elf, she had evolved from that stature and grown into her elven fullness. Harry had adopted Dobby and Winky into his families, Dobby was a Potter, and Winky was a Black. When the adoption was recognized by magic, both elves had grown to their full natural height, they had become more 'human' albeit slightly different in color, sorta greenish.. they had elf ears, or more closely 'Spock' ears, Winky had grown a mane of black hair, which was almost as bushy as Hermione's was.. Dobby and Winky could pass for human if you discounted their coloration and ears.. and height.. full growth for the elvin race was about 4 feet and five stone.

There were others in the elven clans who were being adopted into families, and once changed, they were not so driven to serve, they were becoming free agents,

Sgt James took a survey of the incoming were population, looking for skills, abilities, and some specific people..

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The moor was pocked with craters. spellfire was flashing and people and beasts were screaming. Harry was dressed in his battle armor, Hermione and Pansy at his side. The attack was to protect a muggle family with two magical children, The small cottage on the edge of the moors was a traditional shepherds residence, occupied by a pair who were a writer and artist, and their children. They home schooled the children in most things, but once a week went into the County seat and they took classes that the parents couldn't offer at home.. It made a nice variation of rural Scottish and regional village lifestyle.. The parents were in awe of their children's gifts and had contacted the local Magical community for advice and some basic magical training. They had been referred to the local hedge-witch, who had gone through her fourth year at Hogwarts and gotten her OWLS had disappeared into the mists, mostly scared by the antics of Voldemort in the late seventies. She lived in a hidden hovel that would not be out of character anytime in the previous two hundred years, and that hovel had indeed been used by other witches over the centuries, and would likely be used as such in the future.

"Dobby!" the elf popped into place, crouched low and ready for anything, "Yessir"

"take the family to the med section, stat" Dobby assessed the situation and instantly four more elves popped in and grabbed the two adults and two children and popped them away. Dobby stayed behind and watched as his Harry and the Mistresses fought against the Deeters. They were crouched between a bit of scrub brush and behind some rocks. The six or so Deeters ahead were trying something, he could feel it.. all of a sudden, they were concentrating fire on the rocks where Harry and the women were crouched, He let his senses flow out across the landscape.. ah, there..! Harry could feel behind him, moving fast, a presence, the same thing he could feel with every Death Eater, he could feel the dark magic in their dark marks, and the evil that surrounded them.. He gestured and the women moved off to the sides, scooting low and behind some outcropping, into an alcove that had been a huddle for hunters and shepherds and the like for ten thousand years.. They were protected against spellfire and the elements, and had a good view of the hill rolling down into the valley.

"There!" Pansy pointed toward a flash of movement, a disillusioned broom rider, speeding up the hill, as low as he could go, attacking Harry from the rear. 'I see him' Harry's voice crackled over the link. They watched in horror as the attacker came quickly on Harry's position.. He was 'facing the other way' and by rights should not have been able to see any attacker. The broom rider had to drop his disillusionment as he raised a huge ax, trying to cleave Harry in two from above.. "McNair" had only a single hand grip on his broom as he burst over the scrub, swinging down with his ax. Harry sidestepped on the off side. McNair was righthanded, and controlling the broom with his left. He had raised the ax with his right, and Harry stepped left, reaching up with his right hand, grabbed the tip of the broom as it came even with his shoulder, pulling down hard, causing the rider, Mcnair to vault forward and do a faceplant on the rock that he had intended to gut Harry upon. A flash and the ax went flying, no accio would snag it, since it had a variety of charms on it. The spellfire laid down by the DE's ahead withered down to a minimum.. Harry jumped over the rock and scooped up the bleeding McNair, and held him up as a shield, and using him to catch any stray spells. He moved forward to the fallen ax and flipped it up into his hand with his toe, the levitated McNair shielding the process.

"you boys want your leader back?, you'll have to come get him.." One of the attackers though he'd be clever and used a summoning charm.."Accio McNair" Harry laughed as they tried.. the DE didn't move from his position. He swung the ax, and an arm went flying free, sailing across the moor, landing in the lap of the DE. "Want another piece?" He swung the ax, cleaving off the other arm, one more time and both legs at the knees. A quick cauterization charm and the blood was stopped, keeping the disarmed Death Eater alive. The attacking DE's were stunned at the audacity of this person, and began to throw deadly curses at him, but were thwarted by the body of their now armless leader.

One of the attackers took the situation in hand and cast the killing curse at the shielding McNair, so as to keep the enemy from gathering intelligence, and gaining a victory. Harry jerked the body up and down, sending it out to hit the attackers about the head and shoulders... much like a child hitting their playmate with a doll.. "Ah ah ah...none of that, now.. you boys should learn to play nicely.." he bapped them on the head one more time, giving the wolfpack time to surround them from behind and take them out. Standard practice for all of the staff and warriors of the Wolfpack was to use the 'stubefy' spell. which had been developed by an American wizard named Rosswrock, it stunned and made the recipient unconscious, and the recipient could not be revived without the correct password/charm combination. Harry and his crew had learned a hard lesson in the DoM affair.. The four stubefied DEs were stripped and processed while the Wolfpack used charms and sensors to find any latent spells or charms around, a pair had tracked down the runestones powering the anti-app and anti portkey wards, standard DE equipment, since most of the DEs were incapable of casting a powerful Anti-app and keep it running on their own.

They called in the prisoner retrieval crew, and all five of the DEs were taken away, and McNair was sent to a special interrogation room. Every captured DE was questioned after every action, some for days at a time.. All information, no matter how small was put into a massive timeline, and collated, building a web of information..

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Sgt James was in her element, working at gathering information, processing prisoners, getting useful intel. She was free of the restrictions set upon her by Her Majesty's Armed Forces, and all the rules and procedures they had to follow.. her only command was "Get everything you can out of them, and don't worry too much about their rights, everyone of the prisoners that has that mark on their arm, is guilty of multiple murders.."

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She had studied interrogation techniques with the SAS recon/intelligence division, she had gone on armed raids and rescue missions, she had been in firefights in places that their government would deny having any knowledge of. She had been on that fateful raid one night 18 months before, and while infiltrating in through the darkness, her squad had been jumped. Her mates had been killed, their throats ripped out, but she was restrained by several huge wolves, herded into a glen and chased down like a deer before the wolves.. one had mounted her back and bit her deeply on the shoulder, causing horrifying pain, and her bones had changed, her flesh moved into a new form.. a she wolf.. The pack had assaulted her , one after another, taking their pleasure, and ganging up, keeping her from escaping..until they were finished..

She woke the next morning, hurt and bleeding, her flesh in pain, but the major scarring fading as she watched. She could smell everything, hear the worms in the dirt, and felt ass if she could leap over the hedge from a standing start, in spite of her seeming injuries. There was sound from the east, under normal circumstances silent, she could hear the heartbeats of a 3 man recon team advancing into the area. She sat in a fallen log, gazing down at the bodies of her fallen comrades, and cried. The recon team entered the vale and found her there, tears streaming down her face.

her commanding officer took in the sight. Sgt James sitting, hunched over, puking her guts out, crying and her BDUs shredded beyond usefulness. She became aware of his gaze and made herself stand at attention, in spite of the obvious pain.

"Sgt Elana James Reporting for duty sir. "

"Sgt James, can you tell us what happened here?"

"Sir, we were on our assigned mission and were following proceedure when they came out of the darkness, sir, They overpowered us, killed Johnson and Everton, and then ganged up on me, they assaulted me and forced themselves..bit me and made me change...

it was..

"Yes, Sgt James, first we need to get you to a medic and then gather evidence.. " he gestured and the squad leader called in the medical corpsman, who led her to a cot, set up in the clearing. she lay down as the corpsman snipped away at what was left of her clothes, and covered her up with three army mylar survival blankets, partially for modesty, but partly because she was shivering and couldn't stop.

Who were they, describe them if you can"

"Large, grey, yellow eyes, lots of teeth.. they stood almost 4 foot tall, horribly strong.. our bullets didn't do anything to them.. except make them mad.. I tried to get a head shot in but by the time I could get lined up, it was over already

"You mean to say they were four foot tall people with yellow eyes and teeth?"

"No, they were wolves, werewolves, sir, and I've been bitten, so if the legends are true, now I am a werewolf"

"Preposterous"

"I have to disagree sir, I saw them kill Johnson and Everton, there they are, their throats ripped out, left to die"

Leftenant Ethridge looked at the bodies of her team, and noted the ripped flesh and unusually large prints around the bodies.

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At Guinard Island, the incoming Weres were processed, given clothes and food, directed to quarters and in general treated with more care than they had experienced in years, between the fear amongst wizards, exacerbated by official ministry policy, and just plain ignorance..unless a person was particularly ambitious and creative, most victims of lycanthropy were living hand to mouth, and the few who had it anywhere near good were usually dependent on the kindness of others. A few , however made a living doing flexible jobs, fieldwork, private contracting, mercenary and bodyguard work.. Sgt James was looking for a trio, and would know them by smell. She had found one and was keeping an eye on him, the person was going through the motions, filling out the questionnaire, getting food and clothes, but not directly associating with anyone else.. the definition of a loner. after about a hundred hits, there, she had found another one, made note and assigned quarters with the first, as unattached men were placed in rooms with 4 per room. The last few were trickling in, and there, coming out of the infirmary.. the leader. She glanced to check the other two, and saw them both make eye contact.

She stepped over to the latest arrival and made like the official, clipboard and obviously repeated information, to make it seem as if this was just another normal societal transaction.. She directed the last of the trio to the dining hall with a map to his assigned quarters, not allowing any recognition to pass between them. She did notice the leer from the last client, and made no reaction, going on to the next person in line. While that person was filling out her questionnaire, she gestured for Major Lupin to come over, subtly. He did so, in an idle manner, speaking with various people, directing staff, and looking natural in his actions.

"Yes Sgt James?, you have a question? She stood, after having led a pair of teens to the dining hall. not looking in his direction she spoke very quietly. "The three who turned me are here, They are rapists and killers..I want their hearts on a platter." there was no question involved, just a statement. Lupin gazed at the bustling crowd. "Who and where?" "Table 2, maroon rugby shirt, and plaid guy, table 3 back to us." "what have you done so far?" "They are all assigned to room 134, and I'm keeping an eye on them" "Did they recognize you?" "Not these two, but I think that one did. when he arrived they made contact with the eyes., no speaking yet." "Are any of the three wizards?" "just the alpha." "Very well, keep an eye on them, I will take care of it." Lupin wandered away, and Sgt James saw him eventually end up on the far side of the room talking to the black haired wizard with the green eyes. The dark haired wizard stood and kissed the hands of the women he was sitting with and strolled across the hall, finally ending up at table two, where the two lesser of the trio were sitting. Elana slipped over to where she was in earshot.. one thing that was noticeable about a gathering of werewolves is that there was no loud talking and noise was generally kept pretty low.. a side effect of excellent hearing, so when the wizard spoke, even from five yards away, she could hear him. "good afternoon gentlemen" that got their attention, and they both looked directly at him.

"You have an intense desire to go and check out your quarters, room 134"

Both men got up immediately and began to make their way to their quarters, consulting a map as they went. as they passed the wizard he spoke again

"You will stay there until I tell you otherwise"

he watched as they left the room and stood beside Major Lupin, who smirked as the wizard quoted

"These are not the droids you are looking for"

The wizard reached into his bag and pulled out a ring, brass in color and bearing a runic tag. he turned to Sgt James "He have a name?"

She looked at her clipboard to confirm it.."Wallace, Callum Wallace" The wizard shook his head no. "That's not Callum Wallace most likely Wallace is dead.. That's Fenrir Greyback" The person seated at table three stiffened, because he recognized someone speaking his name, and growled, and reached for the nearest available hostage, but before he was able to get one in hand, he was hit with two overpowered stubefies, and fell in a slump. Harry jumped over the intervening table and slapped the brass collar around Greyback's neck and activated the runes which powered it. He then took out a set of manacles and put them around the wrists and connected them to the collar. Everyone shifted back a bit, wondering what was going on, a bit nervous at the action. Many of them had been the recipient of this kind of action in the past, courtesy of the ministry.

"Don't worry folks, this is an isolated incident, you see, this person before you is none other than Fenrir Greyback, the one man disease vector" Gasps and exclamations at the revelation, for few had ever seen him in his human form, this person was responsible for turning a significant percentage of the werewolves in the UK. Elana James let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.."Thank you, thank you both" she spoke to Harry and Remus..

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These days the Wolfpack functioned like a well oiled unit, because in fact , they were, and the benefits of that training showed in efficiency.. The Wolfpack was not large, but they were efficient. the mass of the hired and rescued Werewolves worked at more mundane jobs, the biggest number in supplying the potions business. Werewolves were particularly good at sniffing out rare and exotic materials. Another dubious benefit was the strength and durability of the werewolf physique. One group had taken up with the acromantula wrangling business, forcing the captured spiders and milking them for venom, and through supplying the creatures with fresh meat, the harvest of silk was made easier..

The year under speedtime went on.. many days were spent with the wolfpack, training and sparring, training Pansy and Hermione in tactics and how to best utilise their armor and weapons. The weres appreciated the Speedtime charm and the run of the island, being able to live for a year or more without suffering through a change. Most grew in strength and health, the time charm giving them more time to heal from the injuries often suffered while in wolf form.. having a year between changes, they were able to shrug off it's effects sooner, with less pain.

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Harry had been playing with magic and one of his sparring partners was hiding behind a pillar, hopping out and casting, and popping back in. Frustration was forcing him to try strange and unusual magic, bounce shots and trying to make the pillar disappear.. not easy or recommended, taking out a pillar that holds up the roof over your head. He experimented with something he had seen in Lily's notes, a hint at how to kick a magical curve ball, was how she described it.. He was playing with a paintball spell, which was harmless and fairly slow, so he mentally used his magic and fingers, fired the spell, and imagined his fingers grasping strings attached to the spell, and forcing it to curve. The ball of magical plasma did just that, it curved. Soon, the far wall was covered with paint splats of all colors, and Harry had a new technique to add to his repertoire. Pansy and Hermione tried to pick up the trick, but they couldn't hold onto the strings, for the women, they seemed to dissipate. Hermione pondered this for a week or so and then went into her lab, and was not seen for almost two days. When she returned to their company. she bore two pair of gloves, one which she put on and one she gave to Pansy. "These should do the trick, try it now, PeePee' Pansy grimaced at the nickname, but didn't say much, because she could see that Hermione was slightly goofy right now, from working two days straight, and needing sleep. Pansy conjured the paintball spell, and grasped the magical strings, and lo, it worked perfectly. Harry and Pansy were impressed. She shot the spell a few more times and soon had the spell swirling and diving and spiraling like a kite. The set a dueling dummy behind the pillar and she was able to make her spell do an incredible 180 degree turn, shooting off to the right, curving back and hitting the target face on. Harry and Hermione applauded as Pansy took her bows. Hermione yawned, and Harry scooped her up in his arms and carried her to their quarters. She was asleep before they reached the door. Pansy watched her friends go with a smile,, and then hunkered down to learn as much about using this spell as possible.

The next day at breakfast a paint splattered Pansy strolled into the dining area, bags under her eyes, but a huge smile on her face.. "You are going to love what I figured out about your spell.. finish your breakfast and meet me in the training room." she started to turn and go, but was stopped by the commanding voice of Harry. "Pansy, you need to eat and get some rest, first.. I can tell you are dehydrated, so sit down and eat with us, please?" She turned and surrendered, realizing just how hungry she was. A wave of his hand over her wrist, and she was wearing clean sweats, all the paint spatters and sweat stains gone in a trice. Pansy sighed as she felt the refreshing body cleaning spell wash over her.

"Tell us" She did, speaking of how she could now throw a spell left and right, up and down, make it go any direction at will. "Well, once we are done eating, I have an idea, Ladies would you like to join me?" They assented and were heading toward the training room when they were blocked by the entire Wolfpack coming out of the room, grinning like fools and covered in mud and paint splatters.. "So, Major Lupin, did your squad have a good training session?" Remus grinned, showing some canine teeth.. and growled.. indeed we did, Lord Black" (he had to maintain rank and patronage in front of the troops) Harry raised an eyebrow and entered the training room, followed by the women.

Lying in the middle of a battlefield was Fenrir Greyback, his legs sliced open and threaded into each other, the fur on his sides scorched and shorn, his heart and lungs struggling to operate in anything like an efficient manner. Medics were picking him up and carrying him to the infirmary where they were going to repair him and send him back into the battlefield again later that day. He eyes were frantic, looking for an escape, his lips pulled back, exposing raw sockets where teeth had been ripped out, blood staining the cot. Harry sighed and turned his back on the scene and reset the room for a generic training scenario, assorted dummies, a variety of obstacles to hide behind.

Pansy showed them the various tricks and spells she had created, Harry and Hermione were duly impressed. "Ok, let me show you two something I figured out.. Pansy, here please?"

Pansy was still a bit nervous around men, but Harry was the exception..she trusted Harry above all men, and came over into his personal space. Harry was almost a head taller than Pansy at this point, he had gotten his growth. "Turn around, face the enemy" she did and he moved in back of her, pressing up against her back, his chin on top of her head. He took up her wand hand in his, and her left hand with his left, sort of like dancing but half backwards.. "Ok, this is the first time I have tried this"

"Cast a paintball spell, straight, don't try to manipulate it" She did so, and the ball of pink paint went forward at the usual speed toward the far wall. Harry clenched his fast around her left hand and drew it back like reining in a horse, while with her wand hand, she felt him push his magic forward.. The paint ball went forward, but slower, as if he was dragging it back.

The coordinated effort of pushing and pulling, the paintball was slowing to a stop, hovering there about twenty feet out. There was a thin whining noise that was going up in pitch, getting higher and higher as if it were a guitar string being tightened.. Harry put down the left hand and the spell snapped , the ball of paint hitting the wall hard, causing an enormous splat.

The trio looked at each other in surprise, and turned again towards the wall, Stepping apart as if on a firing range, they all drew their wands and worked for the next few hours exploring the speed and motion charm, learning how to manipulate all types of magic and spells.

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Sometime during their sixth year: about the third week of October

"Headmaster, we need to talk about soul containers, horcrux, to be specific.."

AWPBD's eyes widened at the horror mentioned.. how did he know?" Harry continued speaking. "I realized that the diary that held Ginny hostage was something special. unique, even.. what kind of object could have the intelligence and self contained power that I saw while in the chamber.. and found, after much research, that there is none.. unless you want to make an object mimic a real person and intellect.. "he gestured at the walls and the portraits that hung there.."These portraits seemingly show intelligence and self awareness, but in reality, they are mimics, and will not go outside the limited programming that they originally had." he shook his head sadly. "they do not have the ability to learn, or grow, just repeat by rote their first lessons." The various headmaster portraits hrumphed in an insulted manner, as if they had a personality to be insulted.. Harry faced the elderly Headmaster and looked deeply into his eyes. "What do you know, Tell me everything." Dumbledore recognized the tactic.. the 'push' of magic in his voice, the commanding tone , which to most made a person WANT to obey. "What do you want to know, Harry, I have studied these evil objects and their making.. very dark magic indeed.." he was stalling for time..he rose from his chair and wandered over to the fire, as if to warm his fingers. "When you saved Miss Weasley, and destroyed the Diary, it became clear to me that Tom did, indeed use more than one Horcrux..the only thing was to determine how many.. and where they were hidden." He watched the flames. "
I have a theory that Tom wanted to use a magically powerful number, an arithmetically powerful number..the decision would be based on how many times he could split his soul, and still live.."

"Wouldn't each time he split his soul, the fragments would be smaller?"Harry and Hermione had this conversation months before, when the matter of the Horcruxes came up.. it made sense, and as usual, the magical world rarely did anything that made sense, even Tom Riddle, who at the time was the brightest wizard of his day..

Hermine had noted this trend in the wizarding world and had decided to run every decision she herself made by that filter..is it logical?, or not?, and by who's standards?"

Dumbledore continued. "I think that he made at least three, so we should be safe to assume that one is now destroyed, leaving two to find and destroy" He stood and faced Harry, with his attitude of 'I am right'. Harry stood by the window looking out across the lake. HE didn't turn as he spoke. "Sorry to burst your bubble, Old man.. but I know better.. I am currently in possession of four right now.." Dumbledore was stunned, almost speechless. "What?..How..?" Harry turned from the window and was silhouetted against the light, his face in shadow. The sky flashed purple with lightning..

"We have crafted detection charms and used them in various places that have History with Tom..We have also hire curse breakers to carefully defuse any traps that Tom may have left.." "May I ask, what kind of detectors are you speaking of, and who may I ask is the 'we' who crafted the spells?" Dumbledore was carefully trying to find out who and how many people he would have to obliviate to hide this information.

"Don't try and think that you can hide this, Headmaster..Other people know this information, and I have mailings and documents that will be released in the event of my turning up in an accidental obliviation.. or worse.." Dumbledore stood, ever so still, facing the younger man. "IF you must know, it was my brilliant fiancé, Hermione's work to create the detection spell.. she worked on it for over a year to perfect it.." "It detects Dark Magic.. and these things are probably the darkest magic I have ever seen..I also detects dark marks on Death Eaters.. so, with the proper placement, you can sort the Marked followers from a crowd, quite easily.." he paused.. "And I can tell you now, that we have determined that he intended to make seven..one of my consultants confirmed that this was the most that could be made, and still have a viable soul fragment..you may know him, a Horace Slughorn?"

Dumbledore went gray. His former Potions Master and Professor had admitted to advising someone on the making of these terrible dark objects.."Tom asked him in his seventh year about this..and Slughorn told him the answer..I just wanted to know how much YOU knew, and when." "When did you speak with Professor Slughorn, Harry?"

Dumbledore twinkled at him, but was unable to discern anything, even that there was anyone standing in the office with him. "I picked him up about a month ago, in fact, there same week that you came to recruit him to replace Snape..I questioned him, stripped him of any useful information, and then put him back, none the wiser.. As far as he knows, the first time he met me, was when you introduced us on September tenth." "You obliviated him?"

"My secrets are my own, Albus..you have your secrets, you think.. I have mine.. Let's just leave it at that, shall we?" Dumbledore decided to take a different track.."Where is Severus, Harry.. what did you do to him?" "What makes you think I had anything to do with him?" "Come now, Harry, we both know you are the one behind all the disappearances these last three months, behind the mysterious explosions and deaths of old pureblood families.. do you truly think me a fool?" Harry didn't answer that question and somehow Dumbledore knew exactly what Harry thought of him..the seeds of anger stirred

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"The Diary was his first. He created it wit the death of Myrtle Frisby." Surely you remember that event, in fact Tom was given a special services award for his outing of Hagrid and his pet..spider"

Dumbledore was starting to turn red .

Harry kept talking "The Ring, which was hidden in the Gaunt cottage, a very special ring, I think." he eyed the old man, who was speechless at this point. "I'm tempted to just throw that Ring into Mt Etna, just to see what happens.." he raised an eyebrow in question. "It's not Mordor, but it will do.."

"You musn't..its too valuable!!" Dumbledore managed to speak, his face twisted in fear and horror. "Oh, really?..hmm" he continued. A locket..I did follow a false trail..I found a fake locket off the cliffs of Dover, surrounded by inferi..nasty bit of work that..to get to the locket he wanted you to drink poison in order to reach it.. Sirius' little brother got there first..That gave us a clue..we found the real locket at Grimmauld Place, lying on a dresser in one of the bedrooms. Funny that.. your Order using that facility for over two years and not detecting this nasty thing, right there..in your midst."

He sat down heavily, while Dumbledore stood over him. "The forth horcrux was the last one captured..in fact it was the day after I rescued the Greengrass Clan..you recall the first person I encountered in their Manor?..no?.. It was Bellatrix.. she was about to o something nasty to little Astoria, when I caught her..remember?" The old man shrunk back and tried not to remember the sight of the evil woman's head flying off her shoulders..

When had Harry become so cruel?.. the thought resounded in his mind..

"HEY!" Harry snapped at the Headmaster.."Remember this, Albus..there are no unwilling Death Eaters.. that mark is earned in willing murder and blood." he nodded, as if to assert his statement. he snorted.. "Here's a factoid I bet you never knew..If you cut off the arm the Dark Mark is on, the Mark moves to the next avail;able part of the body..McNair now has a Dark Mark on his chest, right above his heart.." he tapped his own chest to indicate the spot. "You have made the mistake of being to forgiving..letting people literally get away with murder, in the name of giving them a second chance..you are wrong, old man.. and every murder that was committed by an escaped 'repentant' Death Eater is put directly to your account.." Dumbledore slumped in weariness..

"To continue.. I cast the Praeda Bellacia charm on the LeStrange name, and captured all their vaults, money, lands, titles..the works.. Let me tell you, those vaults were full of evil and nastiness.." "It took us hours to unload all the dark artifacts, but when we found it, ..well, I could tell, just by the feel of the magic around it, that it was a fragment.."

I had the curse breakers disarm it, it took a blood sacrifice and a parseltongue charm to do it.. fairly tough job, actually.. I have it all written down in my copy of Golinards*"

Harry looked up at the old man's bookcase and pulled out the book, which was a self updating tome, and flipped to the index pages, opened the book to the correct pages and held it open for the Headmaster to see.

Chapter 84

Parseltongue and the curses of Tom Riddle

aka Lord Voldemort

by Harry Potter-Black

The old man peered at the pages, his eyes darting back and forth, reading the combinations and the backing arithmetical equations, detection spells, the procedures that were useful in breaking these types of traps and curses, the lik elihood of hidden inferi and a synopsis of the psychology behind the wards and curses used.

Dumbledore raised his eyes to meet Harry's green gaze. "This is an impressivepiece of work Harry, and I have no doubt it will save lives someday.." Harry nodded, finally receiving a positive comment on his work. "That's the general idea..I want people to recognise these things as to how dangerous they are, and when they find one, I can help keep people alive in the process." The book was closed and laid aside on his desk..

"I have captured four of these things, and had an accidental one removed from my head" he indicated his scar. "As far as I can tell he has two fragments left..himself, which, ironically, the smallest bit, and possibly one other, hidden here somewhere in the castle.." Albus looked up in shock "Here in Hogwarts? where, how do you detect them? is there a danger?" he was verging on frantic.. it was one thing to have something like this at a remote location, but this was inside the school, where students might run across it somehow.. "Calm down.. I have an idea of where it is, this weekend I am going down into the chamber to check that area out, and if it's not there, I have one more idea..if I can't find it, then I will wait until Samhain and do a ritual to detect it, it it is here"

Harry watched the emotions flicker across the face of the old man..this was the most distraught he had ever seen him.. he knew that the old man was holding a lot of secrets from him, not revealing his plans or information to anyone, let alone
Harry himself, who had the right to this information.. Harry had noticed the twitch and a flash of what could only be described as lust when he had mentioned the ring. It wasn't much of a ring, rather ugly, in fact, gaudy, to say the least. The family ring of the Gaunt family, hidden in a hovel in Little Hangleton, protected by conjured snakes and wards, deadly wards.. Harry had not actually touched the Ring, he had it preserved inside an inert crystal shell, he could feel the magics trapped in the thing, something dark and deadly, and something else, something more powerful..best to leave it for now.. The crystal shell kept the energies trapped and the object could be handled safely.

"Tell me about the Gaunts" Harry sat, waiting for the old man to gather his memories..he finally got up and opened a cabinet, and pulled out a memory vial, and led Harry to the Pensieve. "This is an interview with..." they spent the rest of the evening going over all the memories Albus had collected over the years concerning Tom Riddle..

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Harry identified the objects he had gathered, and showed the Headmaster his own memories of retrieving the artifacts.. it only took about three hours. They were sitting silently drinking tea after the time discussing memories and hidden objects when Harry asked. "What else are you not telling me..you are keeping secrets that I need to know.?" The old man closed his eyes and wouldn't answer, at least not right away.."I'm sure that you have things in your life that you are not proud of, that you wish no one to speak of? He kept his eyes directed toward the fire, not facing the younger man.. they sat silently for a while. "You will be telling me..the difference between life and death could depend on one of your secrets.." he stood and prepared to leave. "You can keep my memories and think about what I ask." Dumbledore looked up at the young Lord, but said nothing, he just looked old. "Sunday, early, we are entering the Chamber to look for the last horcrux, if you should want to join us.." The elder man closed his eyes and nodded in assent, and when he opened them again, Harry was silently gone.

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Hermione lay in her bed cuddled around her PeePee, making the dark haired girl feel wanted and safe. Her arms cradled the smaller girl, her left hand was gently brushing the other girl's nipples, thumb and pinky brushing both at the same time, her right hand was lower, strumming the girls belly and mons pubis, like a musician playing a guitar.. Pansy felt beautifully fulfilled but somehow not complete..warm breath and lips nibbled on her shoulder, whispering words of peace and love.. "MeeNee?" she whispered.. "Hush, love..here, lift your leg and put it over mine.." Pansy obeyed, she lifted her right leg and put it back, locking her foot behind Hermione's knee, allowing her love more access to her core. No more words were spoken.. at least nothing that would be understood..

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The morning light flowed in and across the room, golden pastels filled the space like water, rippled glittering and reflecting over every surface..

A small voice whispered. "Where did you learn to do that..you have worn me out.!"

The larger girl laughed with a sexy, throaty laugh.. My Harry, I just did to you what he did to me..I may be good, but he is the master.." Pansy blushed. "Maybe someday..I will ask him." Hermione rose from the bed and stretched.. "Come on lazy, time to run.." She pulled her bedmate up and made her get dressed for their morning workout.

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The upside of having so many people under speedtime, was the training was accelerated, bringing even poor students up to speed, and beyond in many cases. Crabbe and Goyle..now known as Vince and Greg were a perfect example..Both were behind in almost all their schooling..going back to their preschool days..it turned out they were both suffering from learning disabilities..in the mundane world, this would be dealt with by special classes and medication.. The healers had prescribed some modified mundane medicines for the two, along with some mental exercises.. and Hermione and the Slytherin girls made sure that both Vince and Greg had plenty of mental workout time.. They would be there in the middle of spellcasting exercises, defense and offense classes and would yell out questions that the males had to answer correctly, or they girls would gang up with stinging hexes.. This, surprisingly led to both boys, now young men becoming quite proficient in all of the required OWL work in short order..and they tested out well above the level they were their first time around..and then began the NEWT work.. and then it was no holds barred.. no one was safe from the sting hex of inquiry, so before you went to practice, you had darn well have done your reading..

Dumbledore followed Harry and his girls down the tube to the hidden chamber, Myrtle Frisby fretting and hanging around the entrance as it closed. Harry had invited her to come along, to see that the beast which had killed her was truly dead.. she was a bit nervous about it.. She rarely ventured out of her familiar second floor restroom, and had never gone down the pipe to THAT place..although she could document each and every time the redheaded girl had gone down there, and the times she had come out with the beast..but no one had ever asked her about anything, they just laughed at her and called her names.. her only real pleasure was watching the boys and couples taking baths... and other things in the prefect's baths.. The sinks had sunk back in place.. the people had gone. The Headmaster had twinkled at her and asked if she was well.. Well, she wasn't, so she decided, it was time to face the beast, and not hide in a u-bend.

They investigated the rooms off the chamber, found living quarters, a desk covered with dust, and old parchment.. abandoned homework assignments by Tom Riddle dated in the 40's assorted scribbled notes about darkish matters, at least implied dark.. a list of names labeled "to kill" Dumbledore looked over the list and verified that every one of the named was now dead.. and had been killed in a variety of accidents and other situations in the late 40's and early 50's.. Some very dark artifacts were discovered, but no Horcrux..

Myrtle finally entered the room, scared of what she might find. Pansy noticed her and nudged Harry.

Dumbledore sat at the desk, looking over some old runic literature and lay down his book as Myrtle entered. "Hello Miss Frisby, are you well?" The headmaster greeted her, as he was given charge of her well being as Headmaster of the school. "Err. no..I need to speak to..Harry here..about.." she had a hard time saying the words. Harry stepped into the conversation. "You want to see that your killer is dead, correct?" Myrtle nodded, but said nothing.. "Well, then, this office is where Tom Riddle was hiding and making his plans for taking over the magical world, but we need to go out to the outer chamber to see the end of the beast.." Harry led the gathering out to the bottom of the ramp where he cast a memory spell, which allowed everyone to see the event as it happened. They saw the ephemeral images of himself, Ron and Lockhart emerge from the drop, rolling on the crusty floor. The confrontation and the attempt of Lockhart to obliviate the two boys. The rockfall, which actually turned out to be a deadfall trap, to capture any invading groups.. somehow the falling rock missed it's intended target.

They followed Memory-Harry into the chamber and watched his confrontation with the Diary Tom, and the attack of the basilisk. They gasped in horror at the sight of the huge beast, and what had been done to kill it, and the potential for the death of Harry and Ginny. Harry watched very closely at the defeat of Diary Tom and was not surprised at the small bit of Tom that slipped back into Ginny's head.. Myrtle was crying silently as she saw the beast finally dead and inert on the floor of the chamber, where there was now nothing but a stain. The ephemeral Harry was gathered up by Fawkes who flew the entire group out of the chamber those years ago.. The memory ended. the present day group stood in a circle around the spot on the floor where Harry had stabbed the diary, and the ink stains left behind. Harry was flanked by Hermione and Pansy, Lupin and Sgt James, Myrtle was across from Harry and Dumbledore stood next to her. Myrtle gathered herself together, and spoke, since all the others were pretty much in shock as to what they had just seen. She advanced until she was facing him directly. ""I am almost free of this world and will be going on to the next, Harry, but I will wait until you have defeated Tom Riddle before I go.." she paused for a moment. "I will wait until then, so that I can be a help to you in your task." Harry considered this.

After about two hours of searching, Hermione's team called it quits.. they had successfully copied every book they had found, after having removed any wards or curses on those books. The original books were placed back where they were found, due to the fact that most of them were first placed there by Salazar Slytherin, himself..Her team had made the decision to keep the Chamber as untouched as possible, so it could be studied later.

The tunnel team left first, followed by the book team, and Dumbledore next. Harry coming up to the rear. It was extremely convenient that Harry had figured out the spells controlling the drop tunnel.. they rode what was essentially a magical escalator, saving the necessity to call Fawkes for a bail out., or conjuring ropes and ladders.. The one paper that Harry made sure to keep out of sight, was a document created by Tom Riddle himself..a map of the tubes that the Basilisk had traversed..He now knew several places that he could access the Chamber without using Myrtle's room.

And that is chapter 6

footnotes: Golinards is a book , a tool used by cursebreakers the world over.

Golinards:

a Compendium of the Arte and science

of Curse Braking and Ward Manipulation

The book to have as a curse breaker, written by the Golinard familyand automatically updated on a yearly basis, This book has been in continuous publication for over three hundred years, and once you are a certified and licensed curse breaker, you are eligible to receive yearly updates, and with that, the right to submit your own experiences in the curse breaking field.

note: Golinards is a product of the mind of jbern

go and read his stories now, you won't regret it.

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