sorry for the delay

school, it just keeps happening

There will be more chapters soon, I promise.


Having calmed down from the Ministry incident, Voldemort was now irritated at the fact that Harry Potter had practically disappeared. Apparently, Potter wasn't very close with his godfather. He'd been sending short visions of Sirius getting tortured for the majority of the day, and Potter still hadn't come running like the heroic idiot he was.

His thoughts were interrupted by an approaching Death Eater.

"We've received news that the Order is on the move," said the Death Eater, voice wavering in fear from the force of the Dark Lord's glare. "They've set off for the Atlantic. It's likely that they got a lead on Potter."

"Follow them and find out where they think he is. Potter is lost and vulnerable. We must reach him before they do!"

The bus was parked haphazardly in front of the motel, stretched diagonally across three faded parking spots and one tire on top of a rusted 'Deliveries Only' sign.

The Joker opened the bus doors, and then looked back at Luna, who was still rambling about wrackspurts.

"Ahem. This is the part where we get off the bus," he said, waving towards the open door. "Ladies first."

She nodded, and quickly complied. Once she was off of the bus, she started surveying the outside of the motel.

"So do you live here?" she asked, taking note of the wall that was peeling paint flakes comparable in size to a sheet of printer paper.

"With a couple of others, yeah. Actually, here they are now." He turned towards the door, where both Poison Ivy and the Scarecrow were looking at Luna with confusion.

"Doctors Isley and Crane!" The Joker waved at them as he and Luna went in to the building. "Meet your new, uh, guest. Lois."

"Luna," she corrected, shaking hands with the two surprised villains. "Luna Lovegood. I'm here to cure the wrackspurt problem. Mr. Kerr has an infestation."

The two morally ambiguous doctors shared a look that simply said: what the hell?

Luna adjusted her Spectrespecs and brushed past them, lost in deep thought.

The Joker gave a wide, disconcerting smile, then headed off towards whatever room he happened to be occupying for the day.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Crane spoke up. "Well, I'm not babysitting. I have work to do tonight."

Poison Ivy shook her head quickly. "I don't want to watch over some kid, either! Why is she here? I know she said something about an infestation."

"She must be, ah… special. In the head, that is."

She snorted. "At least she'll be in like company."

Crane rolled his eyes and stalked off in to the parking lot, trying to find the van that hopefully hadn't been crushed by the bus.


The sun was sinking low on the smog-ridden horizon as the remaining four of the Gryffindor Trio strode onwards with a purpose, even if they weren't entirely sure what that purpose was. Hermione was mulling over how to retrieve both Ron and Luna while Harry was struggling against a monstrous headache, a side-effect of the recent excessive telepathy between himself and Voldemort.

Ginny mind was also occupied, but by more mundane things such as "Where are we going to sleep?" They had money, sure, but depending on where they wanted to stay, it could make a lot of problems with the current budget, because they needed this amount for food and this amount for water and this amount for if they even wanted to consider getting back to Hogwarts…

This left Neville as the only one with a relatively clear mind, and that was for a given definition of 'clear'. He was currently leading their foray in to the city, and as time passed, his dread was growing. He was not looking forward to telling his distracted companions that they were hopelessly lost.

At that time, they were located behind a large parking garage. Seeing a long, low concrete wall, they collectively came to the conclusion that they would take a break from walking.

They were about to begin debating about what to do next when a large man garbed in black, wearing hockey pads, and donned with a black cowl with pointy ear-things that made him look like a badly stylized bat crept by in an attempt at stealth. He stopped once he saw the four teenagers staring at him.

"…What?" asked the man, defensively.

"Nothing," said Neville. "Nothing at all."


Bruce Wayne had been hearing rumors. He usually did. Being in high society helped this, as all the gossip, like scum, had a tendency to float up to the top. There was going to be a mob meeting in a parking garage tonight, though who exactly would be meeting varied from account to account. There were ongoing hallucinations in the Narrows, though no major traces of the fear toxin could be found. Someone called the Joker was leaving trails for the police that lead to nowhere. Bruce sifted through all of the information in his head, trying to fit some of it together. There were a few accounts that pertained to the Batman and his actions. Many of them involved things he never did. He had wanted to inspire the people of Gotham, sure, but this copycat thing was getting out of hand.

Dressed in his cumbersome Batman gear, he started up the Batmobile. Tonight he was going to intercept whatever mob dealings were going to go down in that parking lot.

The sun had set, and the dingy Gotham night had taken over. The concrete building loomed overhead. It was time to set things up.


The Order members had arrived on the Atlantic coast. The sky was grey and rumbling, and the beach was deserted. There had been a minor mishap due to the high tide, and there had been much cursing of jellyfish.

Taking one last good look in to the portable Pensieve, they prepared to apparate to the safest-looking location that they could glean from the Thestral's memories. There had been a long, empty stretch in the middle of the rampage where they had cantered through an abandoned-looking street and stopped in an alleyway. Based on the lack of cars and humans, it seemed as safe a place as any.

The apparation was completed successfully, or, at the very least, no body parts were lost. The alley was small, dark, and smelly. Tonks shoved through the chaotic mess of wizards and witches and made it in to the relatively cleaner street. The rest filed out behind her after the initial confusion.

Remus went beside her, eyes flitting from building to building, analyzing everything he saw. There were miscellaneous, broken looking buildings around them, and a layered building at the end of the road full of cars.

Sirius trotted out next, already a dog, while Moody followed behind him. Sirius began sniffing the ground, meandering around the road.

There was a sudden loud bang, and each of the witches and wizards that were still human shaped pulled out their wands.

There was another bang, then dogs barking viciously. They heard the sound of an engine accelerating, a huge crunch, and the sound of glass shattering. The noises were coming from the car filled building at the end of the road.

They looked at each other in confusion. Moody hobbled backwards in to the shadows of the alleyway. The noise finally registered, and they realized it was those gun things that muggles used.

Tonks glanced over to Lupin. "You don't think that they could possibly be involved…?'

He shook his head. "I hope that they would be smarter than that. We really shouldn't interfere in muggle affairs." Even with this reasoning, he felt worried. The city was huge, but there was always a chance.

Tonks gave him a tight-lipped nod, lowering her wand but keeping it in her hand. Sirius went down a side road, sniffing as he went. The rest of the Order followed after him.


Yeah not much action is in this chapter but there will be soon I swear. I just wanted to put this out there so you guys know that the fic is alive.