HP/? Fusion. HP/HG. The world as he knew it was about to change. The Muggles aren't as clueless about magic as wizards like to believe. An A/U unlike any I've ever read before.

Disclaimer: Blond...(checks head.) no. British...(Looks at birth certificate.) no. Billionaire...(Checks bank account.) dammit, no. Woman...(checks naughty bits) nope, man parts. Definitely not J.K. Rowlings, so it's not mine.

[excuse]Oh man I am so sorry, RL had...[/excuse] Okay seriously PS3 took most of my time: Resistance and Resistance 2 offline is mostly to blame so post will be slower until a happy medium can be found in my free time. Now that I have WiFi it's gonna be worse. So I apologize in advance.

[A/N - 1] Still un-beta'd. (pm me if your interested)

[A/N - 2] Not a fan of redheaded families in this fic.(not a lot of bashing, just general dislike.)

Now, on with the story then.


Dark Times VI - Chapter 7

Near the 'Leaky Cauldron'

London

September 17, 1993 - 1625 Hr.



"Don't move!" Someone yelled.

When Harry turned at the sound of the voice he immediately regretted it, as he quickly cradled his throbbing shoulder, when a sharp pain from the attack earlier lanced up his arm. He saw ten men and two women staring at a area just behind him, and he knew, he just knew that with the way the day had been going, that they would think it was him. Panic set in when he opened his mouth to say it wasn't him, but a sharp jab of one of the men in a blue dresses stick and he couldn't speak.

Harry knew these people were dangerous, two was doable twelve was impossible, his only option right now was to flee. He turned and sprinted towards the place where he had entered the alley and he heard a flurry of yells for him to stop, which he ignored. As he was running he once again felt the hairs on his neck stand up and he dove to the right. Just like the first time, he missed the first spell with his dive. Only this instance was quite different from the first. Most notably, the amount of wizards and witches, so in dodging the first spell, which would have been very painful, he landed into another. As he lost control of his body as his arms and legs snapped together, his eyes began to sting. He didn't want to die and here he was helpless and unable to do anything as they floated his body up against the wall of the bar.

"We said you are bound by law," A man said with short grey hair.

"He can't answer Dawlish," Another one with a lion like mane hair man said.

"Sorry Sir," Dawlish said.

"Hello m'boy," The lion like man said, "My name is Head Auror Scrimgeour, an Auror is like your pleesman. Alright now, someone is going to remove the spell from you, and I must ask for you not to panic."

When the silencing and immobilising spells were lifted, Harry began moving his limbs, seeing if they still were functional. As he was warily looking around at the aurors, the two women were examining the girl while three of the men were in defensive position around them. One of the men walked up to him and created a cup out of thin air causing Harry's eyes to his eyes widened in fear, and his eyes nearly fell out of his head when he fill it with water. The man turned around to the auror a few metres from him and said something he would start the questioning. The Auror walked over to him and handed him the cup.

"It's okay. It's just water, you must be thirsty," The Auror handed him the cup and said gently, "Hello my name is Auror Davis. What's yours."

"Harry Evans," Harry said and took a sip.

"Well, Mister Evans, I will be right back, then we can take a statement."

"I didn't do this," Harry called out as Davis walked away, he turned back to Harry and gave him a sad smile.

"We know, Mister Evans. We'll get you statement in a moment."

As Harry leaned back against the wall as his arm groaned in pain, his whole body felt heavy and he began to drift in ad out of conscience. As he vision was sliding in and out of focus he saw Auror Davis grin in his direction and then he call out to the Head Auror.

"Sir, the veritaserum taken hold," Davis said.

"Davis, what are you doing here?"Rufus asked him, "I thought you started on the night shift."

"No Sir, that starts tomorrow. Got tickets for the Harpies for me and my mates tonight," Davis corrected.

"Oh, good show," Scrimgeour started, "Now Mister Evans. Please explain how you got through the sanitation cranny."

"I fell through," Harry said in a airy voice.

"Must be a Squib sir," Dawlish said at the Head Auror incredulous look.

"Right then," Scrimgeour continued, "Elaborate. From when you fell to when we showed up."

"I fell through the wall, Then I saw three men and one girl," Harry began, "One of the men was raping the girl, while the others told him to hurry so they could have their turns too. I shouted at them and they pulled sticks from their dresses, so I knew to dodge the green light. I ran to the rubbish bin and pulled a bottle from it. The man yelled some words while I threw the bottle in the path of the silver light that came from it. The bottle shattered in his face while he screamed, I knocked him out. Then I ran at the one who was raping the girl, and I dodged something that knocked him away. The girl seeing a chance ran for the street, but she was hit from behind with the green light. Then you showed up."

"What did these men look like?" Dawlish asked.

"I don't know," Harry replied.

"What do you mean you don't know!" Dawlish shouted.

"I can't remember their faces," Harry replied.

"Why not?" Dawlish asked.

"I couldn't ever focus on their faces," Harry answered.

"Damn," Davis said, "It must have been an unnoticeable charm."

One of the women scurried over to where they were, she saluted, "Sir."

"Hestia," Rufus nodded.

"Sir," Hestia began, "What we know so far is:the victim is chronologically at least thirteen years of age, and from the bruising we've found she looks to have been sexually assaulted as well."

"Sexually assaulted," Dawlish chimed in, "That's nonsense Jones. That can't happen, her magic would have lashed out at her attackers. She must have been selling her body."

"No she wasn't," The female auror snapped back, "She had Narcorphine Thaumasodeine in her system. Slave traffickers use it on their product, as it's a magic suppressant."

"Sir, there's more," she said as she took a breath before she dropped her bomb, "It's Madam Bones' Niece."

"WHAT!" Rufus shouted.

"Yes sir," Hestia continued, "She was reported missing three days ago. We just got a positive on the I.D."

"Dammit, why her? And with the NWA seizing power, this will not end well," Scrimgeour fumed.

"Sir. The serum will be wearing off soon," Davis reminded, as he looked at his watch.

"Fine," Scrimgeour sighed, "Mister Evans. How did you know to avoid the green light?" Scrimgeour asked.

"My Uncle was killed by it," Harry answered.

"What," Scrimgeour exclaimed, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Harry replied.

"What happened?" Scrimgeour asked, "Elaborate."

"Just over a year ago My Uncle," Harry began, "Brought my cousin and I to London for something. We went into an alley and met a man in a turban and a dress. He and my Uncle spoke at length and then the man pulled a stick, shot a beam at him and killed him. My cousin tackled him in fury, and then I tackled him as well trying to get the stick away, the man started to burn to ash. After the man burned up I ran and called the police and I convinced Dudley that no one would believe us, so we said he had a heart attack."

"Should we change both memories sir?" Davis asked.

"Yes, hurry up," Scrimgeour commanded, "And find the cousin to."

"Where do you live?" Davis asked.

"I live at Num-" Harry trailed off and his eyes began to blink rapidly as they regained focus. 'They did something to me'. He suddenly remembered the questions he had answered. He knew without a shadow of a doubt, he would have not been that candid with anyone, so that brought him to a conclusion. His thoughts were however interrupted, when a pair of hands grabbed him slamming him into the ground, "

"What the hell?" Harry asked as he clenched his teeth in pain, as The commotion drawing twelve pair of eyes to the scene.

"Give him another dose," Dawlish ordered Davis, as he pulled Harry's hair back to tilt his head at an angle.

"Let go," Harry yelled as he struggled under the man.

"We can't," Davis reasoned, "Another dose this soon would destroy his brain."

"So," Dawlish countered while still holding Harry, "He's just a squib."

"Dawlish, stop that this instant," Scrimgeour ordered.

"But, Sir, the Statute of Secrecy," Dawlish said.

"It doesn't matter," Scrimgeour said, "Like he said, no one would believe him. We've got enough."

"Yessir," Dawlish replied.

"Let me go, you bloody poofter," Harry snarled.

"As you wish Lord Squib," Dawlish sneered as he let Harry up.

As Harry brushed off his clothes and began to stalk away he heard Dawlish call his name and Harry stopped and took a steadying breath before he turned back to the man. When he turned his eyes widened as he saw a wand pointed less than a foot away from his face, "OBLIVIATE!"


'Ex-Ministry Holding Cell'

London

May 25, 1996 - 1555 Hr.



"Are you okay?" Hermione asked interrupting his story.

"What?" Harry asked back.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked slower and putting emphasis on each syllable.

"I'm fine," Harry answered, "Why?"

"You keep fidgeting about," She answered, "Like something is wrong with your back."

Harry looked surprised for a moment before answering, "Whatever your people gave me is starting to wear off. And even though my wounds were closed so I wouldn't bleed to death. I was still stabbed all over with stone spikes."

"Well we can stop and if it's too much," Hermione said gently, "I can get you a pain relieving drought if you need it."

"No, I'm okay. Let's keep going," Harry said not at all anxious to put anymore potion in his system.

"Are you sure?" Hermione asked as she was looking at him to if he was lying.

"Yes, I'm positive," Harry answered, "After that the next day-"

"Wait!" Hermione exclaimed interrupting his story again.

"What is it?" Harry asked her.

"I just remembered that case file, your Mister Evans." She answered and Harry looked at her as if she had grown a second head.

"Nee," He started off slowly, "Are you feeling alright? You know that I'm legally considered Mister Evans."

"No Harry," she said annoyed, "Of course I know your name is Evans. But in the case file, the witness was listed as a Mister Evans. I just never connected it before seeing as I never use that name."

"Okay," He said lamely, "So after they obliviated me-"

"Wait," Hermione interrupted again.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked.

"You said they obliviated you," Hermione asked him, Harry nodded and she continued, "If they obliviated you, how can you possible remember that? And you said that The Order killed your best friend. Does this really involve me? Because so far nothing about me. Or was I not your friend that you spoke about?"

"Hermione," Harry interrupted.

"Yes Harry?" She answered.

"Okay, first of all," Harry began, "You know we were... are... have been best friends, and second, I would have gotten to how this involves a certain brunette someone,in just a few moments. But, as she was so prone to do since she was younger, she just had to ask a couple question in the middle of the story."

"I did not!" Hermione responded scandalised.

"Yes, you did." Harry said as his eyes flicked over her head and back again.

"I so did not," Hermione countered.

"You really do," A third voice stated. Hermione spun around her hand automatically going for her wand. She stilled her hand when she recognised the third occupant of the room.

"Free!" Hermione said, "You startled me!"

"Sorry," Kiara said sheepishly, "Wassup Hermy?"

"Hermy?" Harry snickered.

"Stop it Harry," Hermione warned.

"Yeah stop it Harry," Kiara mimicked and Harry eyes narrowed slightly, "Hermy, I ran into Cap and she said you were down here, though I didn't expect you to be so... buddy buddy," She looked at them and Hermione realised she was sitting closer to a prisoner than what was usually allowed. Hermione felt her face warm with embarrassment as she began moved away.

"Oh, don't mind me. Just ignore that I'm here," Kiara turned her nose up and crossed her arms under her breast and huffed playfully while Hermione just rolled her eyes.

"Free," Hermione said, "This is my friend Harry, Harry this is my friend Kiara."

"Real names Boss," Kiara looked scandalised that Hermione would mess up.

"Don't worry," Hermione said playfully, "Chances are he won't even remember it. Your probably already either a nickname or he won't even acknowledge your presence."

"I'll have you know Granger that I remember a lot more than you think," Harry jokingly.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"What's her name then?" Hermione challenged and Harry just sat there, "Thought so."

"So are you going to finish your story now Harry Potter?" Kiara asked and her presence in the room was acknowledged with a cold look from Harry.

"How much did you hear?" Harry said icily.

Not backing down Kiara said in the same tone as Harry, "You tell me."

"How about this instead? Why don't I just rip..." Harry began darkly.

"Harry," Hermione interrupted sternly drawing his eyes back to her. She gave him a hard meaningful look, to which he returned. Her eyes flicked to Kiara then back to him and he narrowed his eyes back at her. She raised a brow at his protest, and he pulled a face before sighing loudly.

"Fine," Harry huffed before he asked himself, "Where was I?Oh yeah..."


'NHS – Frimley Park Hospital'

Surrey

September 19, 1993 - 1637 Hr.



You ever get the feeling that things would be a lot better if you just stayed in bed?

Harry Potter was asking himself that very same question. This must have been the absolute worst weekend ever possible. It started off bad, on Friday he got his pocket nicked. And if that wasn't enough, his partner popped him in the shoulder with a cricket bat. So then he made his way back to Doctor Granger's Dentistry, there he was fussed over after he told what happened, Alex told him that he would take him back to his Aunt's that night.

Saturday wasn't any better, as a result of being robbed and not coming home, he didn't complete his housework. So Aunt Petunia, in all of her generosity, tripled his chores for the day. That in itself wasn't a problem, she had done this sort of thing all too often since Vernon was killed.

But he had a bad feeling as if he was being watched somehow and that feeling lasted all day and the next. It lasted during all of his outside chores, when Veronica Graves and her merry band of slags were trying to be all over him. Veronica, still being two years above her year mates, still had an advantage, only now instead of size, it was curves. And she used them, instead of violence to get what she wanted, and her, and her, four less endowed clones, keep trying to chat him up for some reason.

But the feeling never left, it even stayed while he was in the house polishing the silverware. He even had trouble falling asleep, so much trouble in fact that when he finally did fall asleep very late, he woke to find out that his aunt had told the Granger's that he decided to make his own way to the hospital. So as he showered and got himself dressed, the feeling came back with a vengeance.

So after finishing the extra amount of chores his aunt had concocted, he was headed to the hospital to visit Hermione for her birthday. As he sat by her bed in the long term care ward, he noticed that she looked so tiny in the giant bed. She had tubes and wires all over her, and Harry felt like crying, and shaking her until she woke up. He had only visited her about four times since it happened, unlike Missus and Mister Granger who there every other day, or Maris and Mike who were there weekends.

He grabbed her hand and closed his eyes, visiting hours would be over in about two hours. He would stay until they told him to leave. He felt bad about never being there more often, but every time he came he felt like he failed her, because he promised he would always protect her. But as she was at her special boarding school in Scotland which is where she had gotten hurt. He grimaced when he thought if he had done better in primary school he could have went with her, but a small amount of relief came when he realised that Vernon would have never let him as he made him write a letter of intent for Stonewall.

"I'm here Nee," Harry started, "Are you okay? They treating you okay?"

The only reply was the constant beeping of the heart monitor. Harry snorted, "Look at me. I was almost expecting you to reply," He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, "Honestly Harry, they know what they're doing."

"Come on Nee, you've got to get better," Harry begged, "Who's to keep me in line nowadays? Petunia? Please. Your Mum tries, but she always said your the only one I'd listen to. So now you must get better, cause I need you. You're my best friend, my first friend. Come on Nee, you've got to wake up soon, or I might just go completely nutters."

"Aww," A voice cut into the tranquility of the room, "Is that just not the cutest speech?" Harry turned and saw three men enter the room wearing black dresses. For some odd reason, it was impossible to concentrate on their faces. They all withdrew sticks from inside their dresses and Harry's breath caught in his throat. They were the same as the one who killed his uncle two years ago. That man had said some words and a green light hit him, killing him instantly. 'Don't get hit by the green light.' Harry thought as one of the men started waving his stick in a pattern. The room flashed white for an instance and then the door made a wet noise, "Place secure?"

"Yeah boss." The Second Man said.

"Who the hell are you?" Harry asked.

"Oh. I forgot you were obliviated," The Boss said.

"What?" Harry said confused.

"You ruined my bloomin face," The Third Man growled.

"I have no idea what your talking about. So why don't you just leave," Harry said bravely as he inched towards the call button.

"Ah, I suppose you wouldn't," The Boss said with a lazy flick of his wand, changed the call button to a teacup. Harry's eyes grew as he took in the sight and he felt sick as his plan was thwarted with a simple flick of a stick.

"What are you?" Harry choked out.

"We are wizards Mister Evans," The Boss answered.

"How do you know my name?" Harry asked.

"It doesn't matter," he answered and a turned his stick at Harry, "Torqueo Dolor."

As the words left his lips, a neon violet beam left his wand and hit Harry. For a few seconds Harry wondered who was doing all the screaming until he reconised his own voice, then he realised it was himself.

The pain was unfathomable, he felt as if he could not breathe, as every breath of air was immediately expelled from his lungs. It hurt to breath and every breathe he took, he almost wished for it to be his last. It felt as though someone had dipped him in scolding hot water. And while that pain happened on the outside, on the inside it felt as if someone had taken every joint and on his body was bent the opposite way, and his bones felt as if someone took a sledge hammer to them. He heard the boss mutter something and the intense pain left. But it left a sort of phantom pain in his system.

"Hey boss won't that call the Aurors faster?" The Second Man asked.

"No, just the Unforgivables call for Instant Response. Now," The Boss turned to Harry."My associates and myself have certain... proclivities. We don't particularly like mature witches, so we sometimes indulge ourselves in much more puerile little flowers. And you Mister Evans, ruined it, before her sweet nectar could sate us."

"I have no idea..." Harry gasped out.

"Torqueo Dolor," The spell hit Harry and he screamed once more as an excruciating pain ripped through his body once more. As he screamed himself hoarse, the boss walked towards him, and his two mates were giggling madly. As the Wizard removed the spell from Harry, he groaned as he squatted down to look Harry in the eyes, "Of course you don't. But we remember you. And since you decided to be the hero and take our plaything from us, I decided that as remuneration you would give us another little flower."

"Don't you dare touch her," Harry said through gritted teeth as he began to sit up. The Boss turned his wand at Harry again.

"Torqueo Dolor," It was just as painful as before, but eitherHarry seemed to be building up tolerance or the spell was getting weaker. Harry gritted his teeth as the pain ripped through him. After a good twenty seconds the spell was removed again,"Now Mister Evans, as your punishment for pretending to be a hero. You are going to sit there and we are going partake in the little flower you've led us to."

"NO!" Harry screamed as he sat up to attack the Boss.

"Petrificus Totalus," And Harry's arms and legs snapped together as the spell took hold of him, he struggled against the invisible bindings but he could not move. The Boss stood up and walked towards Hermione.

"Can't we go first Boss, you went first last time," The Third Man said.

"No, my plans. My rules," The Boss said as he leered at her body.

He sat on the edge off the bed and licked his lips. And Harry struggle in vain as he watched as the man started to caress Hermione's thigh, "We have about fifteen minutes until they send a team to check on the burst of unregistered magic. You'll get your turn," As his hands crept higher, the more Harry struggled uselessly.

"So very small," He whispered, "You know Mister Evans your girlfriend here, she really very pretty. And her breast," He said as he squeezed one, "Are just absolutely exquisite. Pink or brown I wonder? Let's have a closer look and find out shall we," he said as he ripped the hospital gown of her shoulders, "The hell?"

"Boss is that?" The Third asked as he looked her over.

"Yeah," The Boss said as he ripped of a necklace that Hermione was wearing, "You think your funny Evans. Torqueo Dolor," The pain that engulfed his body had no outlet, since he could not thrash about or scream the pain seemed more intense.

"I ain't shaggin that, I gots standards you know," The Third whispered.

"Shut it you," The Second hissed back.

"I wonder if you even know," The Boss said to himself softly.

He smile to himself as he looked up suddenly as if he heard something, "It would seem we have run out of time to finish our business here then. But it would seem to me that what we have done so far would not be a deterrent of your silly hero like ways. So, you now get to live with the shame that you are a failure Mister Evans. You were a failure to stop us. You were a failure your best friend, a failure your first friend," He said throwing Harry's earlier words back at him.

He nodded to the Second and Third Men and they turned on their heels and disappeared with a loud crack, "Our Holy Conflagration shall burn away all of the uncleanliness of the world. Mister Evans in the name of The Phoenix Order: You Mister Evans have been found to be unclean. But I would rather teach you a lesson in futility and humility. Goodbye Mister Evans."

He turned his wand at Hermione, "Avada Kedavra," Then turned on his heels and disapparated as the jet of green light hit her in her chest, Harry screamed his most silent scream as he watch her heart monitor flat line for what seemed like an eternity.

It was only about thirty seconds later when multiple loud noises, like a car backfiring were heard throughout the room, but this went unnoticed by Harry as he was mentally still screaming.

Head Auror Rufus Scrimgeour walked into the room and surveyed the room, seeing no threat he turned to doorway and barked out, "Get all the info you can then wipe all their memories," Multiple steps were heard scurrying about with shouts of 'obliviate' was shouted at random intervals. About three minute later about twelve persons entered the room, immediately the two women went to Hemione and started waving their wands over her. One man with short grey hair looked down at Harry, his eyes widened then he sneered.

"You've got to be shiting me," Dawlish complained, "Him again,"

"Dawlish," Scrimgeour warned.

"Sorry sir," he apoligised, "Hey! Somebody get the veritaserum," Dawlish commanded and a moment later he was handed a clear glass vial with a claw like thing on top, as he strode over to Harry's frozen form. He knelt down to whisper something to Harry before he forced it into Harry's clenched mouth and within a few moments, Harry's pupils had dilated, "It's ready sir."

"Finite," Scrimgeour said as he waved his wand, "Now Mister Evans, what happened here?"


'Ex-Ministry Holding Cell'

London

May 25, 1996 - 1630 Hr.



The sat in silence for a few minutes, while Harry looked in pain from telling it. Hermione on the other hand looked disgusted, whether it was thought of what could have happened to her Med-H or the general impotence of the Aurors handling the case was anyones guess.

"Ain't that just a kick in the box," Kiara said softly,"Harry Potter, you gotta have had the baddest luck ever running into all that."

"Stop it Free," Hermione said, "So that's why you thought it was the Order. You-Know-Who's smear campaign."

"What," Harry asked not really knowing who You-Know-Who was.

"Near the end of first war against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named," Hermione began, "He did something no one expected. Instead of directly attacking the order he began to try to discredit the previous incarnation of the Order of the Phoenix, with dark wizards but not with Death Eaters."

"How do you mean?" Harry asked bewilderedly. Wondering if this He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and You-Know-Who were the same person.

"Dark wizards," Hermione continued, "Were not marked in any kind of way, so, they could commit horrible atrocities in whomever name they chose."

"So..." Harry prompted.

"I'm coming to that Harry," Hermione said, "Phoenix Order and Order of the Phoenix, they sound very, very, similar. But a clandestine group such as the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix have magic on every level, including the name. Magical vows have power Harry."

"Really?" He asked skeptically.

"That's right. You said, he said phoenix order," Kiara chimed in.

"Exactly," Hermione exclaimed, "As a member my words and actions are monitored closely, and so would everyone else's. If anyone in this organisation had done that it would be on record."

"Are you serious?" Harry asked incredulously, "You can't be serious. You expect me to believe that you have a magic that can monitor everything you do."

"Yes," Hermione said simply, "How do you think they found you at the hospital."

Harry looked at them both closely and nearly shook his head at the outlandish statements he just heard tumble from their lips.

"I can see you don't believe me," Hermione told him, "So, why don't we just move along. Tell me what happen next?" She prodded, "After the Aurors obliviated you again, you somehow became an Muggle Taken Soldier."

"Einheri," Harry corrected.

"A what?" Hermione asked.

"Nothing," Harry said offhandedly as he stared at the door, "You might as well come in too."

The door opened revealing a tall blonde with cobalt blue eyes,"How-"

"And you must be Rish," Harry interrupted her and Kiara cheeks took on an almost unnoticeable blush due to her complexion.

"Al-ri-sha," She ground out between her teeth.

"Whatever," Harry said offhandedly, "I don't really care."

"Why you filthy..." Alrisha began as she pulled her wand.

"Stop it Alrisha," Hermione growled as moved in between them, pulling her wand as well, her old instinct of 'Protect Harry' coming back in almost full force, with her now having the strength to do so.

"What is ze matter Granger?" Alrisha sneered back at her, "Did ze Great and Powerful Boy-Who-Lived unzaw ze little Ice Princess?"

A loud couple of knocks on the mirror stopped the argument. Kiara was looking like she wanted to hit her, and Hermione's cheeks were still red from the insinuation.

"Step off Rish," Kiara said coldly.

"Yes, please do," Hermione said in the same tone.

"Yeah what they said," Harry said amused. She turned her cold blue eyes on him.

"I will be zere tomorrow. Comprenez-vous? When zey put you through ze veil, I will be zere, with a smile on my face," She said coldly as turned and then let out a haughty laugh as she strode out the room.

"Don't be such an ass," Kiara yelled at the door un-fazed at what happened. Hermione on the other hand had been shaken. Just being around him again, with him sitting there, just telling her some story of what happened, was much like their childhood when she used to make him talk to her about anything. She had let herself forget what was happening in the here and now. She, by her own hand was responsible for this and now her grief was returning ready to drown her in a sea of despair but a soft baritone gave her a life preserver.

"It's okay Nee," Harry said softly, "I knew all this would happen if I got caught. So I'm prepared."

"But-" She began thickly, her emotions coming through voice.

"Ah ah," Harry interrupted her, "No buts, except yours sitting right there, so I can finish telling you, and the three... no four behind that mirror, the rest of my story. I mean someone should know it. So the people of Yggdrasil approached me during you funeral..."


'Kingston Cemetery '

Surrey

September 24, 1993 - 1301 Hr.



He didn't remember much of this week, his mind had been wandering a lot lately, though he could remember holding Maris as she cried into his chest, while the priest spoke about death. Michael, well, he had no clue really what was going on, he just knew that every one was sad. Alex and Simone looked the most held together of all the people there.

Though Harry had been invited to sit with the family, he declined, not wanting to be near her body. And as he stood away from where all the funeral goers had walked awayto. He just had started to remember some of the good times he use to have with Hermione. He was startled out of his thoughts by a feminine voice.

"Hello Mister Evans."

Harry turned to see the woman who had spoken to him. As he looked at her, she was a woman of about 5'5", round face, less than average body, short, limp blond hair, and dull brown eyes. She was the sort of woman you never would have looked twice at. But, there was something about her, she radiated, a sort of power that would make certain persons stand and take notice. She was wearing a dark blue pinstriped pants suit, and she was carrying a small metal briefcase.

She was also there with with two men, twins, each with dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and very white teeth. Each of them were dressed in black somber suits, and were about a foot taller than her. The both of them had huge smiles on their faces, that looked completely out of place in their current environment as they looked at Harry.

"How-," Harry began.

"Do we know who you are?" The woman finished the question for him, "Simple, we've been watching you. We know that you feel that Something Is Rotten In The State Of Denmark regarding a certain Miss Granger's death."

"Who-," Harry began again.

"Are we people?" She finished for him again, "You can call me Miss Scott, or Denise, whatever. My code name's Himalaya. These two are Karakorum and Pamirs, my teammates."

"I don't get their names as well?" Harry ask scathingly.

"Only if they want to tell you," Denise said in an overly chipper voice. She nodded to Karakorum and Pamirs and they lunged at Harry, each taking an arm, locking it with one arm and holding his head still with their other.

"What-,"

"Are we doin?" Denise finished for him again, "Bloke like yourself, I figured that...hey, it would be best if I just showed you," She said as opened her case and removed a large syringe filled with a green metalic fluid in it.

"You know," she began conversationally as she walked with a wide swinging gait, headed behind Harry making him struggle more, but the two men did not budge in the slightest. "They say that ginkgo helps you with memory. And if thats a proven fact, than this, it's called Memorandum by the way, must make the effects of ginkgo feel like a placebo."

Harry screamed as she pushed the needle into the base of his neck. To him it felt as if it was blazing trail of fire, coursing up his spine, and after what seemed like an eternity, it reached his brain, millions of images attacked him all at once. Karakorum and Pamirs let him go and Harry dropped to the ground, holding his head and gritting his teeth as it seemed every suppressed and long forgotten memories had surfaced. She knelt down next to Harry, his eyes seemed to be unfocused. "Mister Evans you..." Denise started.

'Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off... '

'Not Harry! Not Harry! Please... I'll do anything!' - 'Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!'

"You have certain qualities..." She continued when he was lucid again.

'Fuck me harder Vernon' - 'Oh my Sweet Pet' - 'Oh my God Vernon Harry's gotten out of his crib!' - 'Boy get out!!'

"Aaaaggghhh," Harry shouted, as he seemed to Denise to be trying to claw out his eyes.

' What are you doing, digging in that trash bin?' - 'Obliviate!'

'Wow! Did you just fly on that broom? Wait until I tell...' - 'Oblivate!'

"...that we find very appeasing..." she continued.

'Hey! What are you doing, get out of that trash bin?' - 'Obliviate!'

"...at Yggdrasil," Denise finished as Harry whimpered.

'Is that a guy on a broom? Bugger me. He's seen me. Agghh. Get away!' - 'Obliviate'

'Dudley what the hell are you doing? Run!' - 'He killed my Dad!'

"When-," Harry began to asked weakly.

'Oy! Bugger off, get out that bin, you hear me?' - 'Obliviate!'

"Did this happen? I'm sorry but only you can answer that," Denise told him softly.

'As you wish Lord Squib. Hey Mister Evans. OBLIVIATE!'

"Why-," Harry asked.

"Would we do this to you?" She finished for him once again, "Because we, like you, have been wronged by them, so we decided to help you, and bolster our ranks, so to speak. And wouldn't you want to know what really happened," Denise answered.

'When will you Squibs learn,' Dawlish whispered to Harry, 'You were born without magic for a reason, stay out the affairs of your betters. That's why this happened and you should know that.'

Harry narrowed his eyes.

'See ya Lord Squib. May I never have to look at your face again. Obliviate!'

"You've now covered: Who, What, When, Why, and How," Denise said with a knowing grin.

"Where do I sign up?"

End of Dark Times

[A/N - 3] Okay we all know the Taboo on a name and Trace on underage magicals are silly. But in this fandom we have a lot of things in the stories that are similar don't you think, but are better explained than the Deus Ex Machina those two are. But in this chapter is something similar to both, (there not just to let you know) and will be explained later.

[A/N - 4] Now we've come to the end of this arc, and now that I've set up the world I guess I have to explain some of it.

Seeya when I Seeya, Peace Out.

-Preview for The Unforgiving I-

..."Your still just a child."

"Yeah, and I get what I want too," Ron whispered in her ear, "We have about an hour till this meeting. Let's have some fun. Shall we?"

..."That. Simple. Minded..." She started softly, but every word increased in volume, "Aarrrgg," she screeched. "I can't believe he would..." she trailed off, "That... idiotic... sonuvabitch!" she screamed.

"Miss Granger, you need to calm down," Madam Pomfrey commanded.

..."So, still funny," Parvati said, "Then what happened Lav?"

"Par's right Hermione," Lavender said, "Your really pretty, we just have to work on you hair."

"Lavender," Parvati hissed as the mirror shook silently.

TBC

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