A/N thanks for the reviews and support.
Tempest S: Thanks for your review. That's a little harsh but at the same time accurate. Do remember he spent six months in war. On top of that he is a soldier obedience is ingrained imto them.
APridefulSin:Thanks for your review my friend. Glad you enjoyed it.
WhiteElfElder: Thanks for your review my friend. Yeah. Some will learn that he is not something that can be possessed. In a way he is like a stray dog. He will stick around for a while but eventually he will move on.
mizzrazz72: Thanks for your review my friend. I could not stop laughing. She is being an ass isn't she. Still everyone will have to learn at some point. Touch fire and your bound to get burned.
Barty's POV
Despite going back and forth between Hogwarts and Jason's cottage he knew much of what was going on. The Weasley twins were pranking the staff. Kakaroff was nervously supporting his champion while plotting to kill Alex. Many of the attempts had been thwarted by Barty. Their Lord would not be happy when he found out about the attempts.
Alex Potter and Roy Mustang were off limits. Then again the Dumstrang Headmaster wasn't the most loyal. If it was up to him he would just kill the man.
Due to his day job his Lord did not usually call him. Unless it was an emergency. So when his dark mark flared in the middle of sixth and seventh year Slytherin Gryffindor class he was worried.
He snapped ending his lecture," Get out of here. I'm ending class early."
The sighs of relief were audible. Normally he would keep them over. Or give some ridiculous homework. Some thing that would make them think. Not today. His Lord had called.
Once everyone was out of the classroom he went to his office. Grabbing a handful of floo powder he said throwing it in," Diagon Alley."
With a nod to Tom as he came through he left out the back. Tom was used to his antics. After all he preached constant vigilance. From there he apparated to Riddle manor. It was the same as it always was. The wards briefly touched his magic before granting him admittance.
He made his way towards where he could sense his Lord. Knocking on the door to the study he waited.
A curt," Enter,"
Barty did as he was bid then stopped halfway through the doorway. It had been a few weeks since he had seen the man directly. Orders had been coming by owl. Or from Pettigrew. Oh how he hated the rat. One day the bastard would betray them. Just as he had betrayed the Potters.
Sitting behind the desk was his Lord. He looked different from his rebirth however. Gone was the snake faced man. Back was the man that Barty had seen more as a father than his own. The Dark Lord had dark black hair with scarlet eyes.
The man looked up as he bowed. Then said," Enough of that Barty. I have come to realize that I changed in the years before my demise. Come sit. This will likely be a long conversation."
Barty moved with caution towards the Dark Lord. He looked a lot different. Even was acting like his old self. That didn't mean it would stay. Barty still needed to be cautious about what he said and did.
He took a seat across from the man. On the desk were notes and law books. It seemed his Lord was preparing to do something in the ministry.
Finally the man said," Do you know what my resurrection ritual originally entailed?"
Of course he did. Answering honestly," Bone of thy father unknowingly given. Flesh of thy servant freely given. Blood of thy enemy forcibly taken."
He still didn't understand why it had to be Wormtail. Honestly he thought it should have been one of the more loyal servants. Or at least someone who was magically powerful.
His Lord nodded and said," Instead we allowed the younger Potter to give his blood freely. That changed the ritual more than what I expected. There is a connection between us. I don't believe he has found it yet. I did however when I was going through my memories."
His Lord had beem organizing his mind through occlumency. It wasn't uncommon but neither was it widely used. Many people saw it as an illegal art. While it had not yet been classified as illegal. It was well on its way to becoming so.
His Lord said breaking him from his thoughts," In organizing my memories I realized how much things changed. How insane I had seemed during the last year's of the war. I think going back to the original ideals of the Knights is a start."
The original ideals... Then it hit him. Making magical orphanages. Setting up adoption plans for those who were abused.
He asked cautiously," The orphanages and adoption plans my lord?"
The man nodded. To Barty it seemed he was fairly distracted. Was it about the connection?
Somehow Barty doubted that Roy knew about it. If he did he would have mentioned something to Jason. Who in turn would have half strangled Barty for answers. No Roy did not know about the connection. When he met wirh the boy he would subtly probe for answers. Maybe there was an explanation.
Roy's POV
He was studying first year defenses when the floo flared green. It had been a few days since Sirius came to warn him. His godfather was working on the paperwork for his guardianship so he hadn't seen much of the man.
Instead of letting whoever was trying to floo in, he felt the wards lock down. That meant it was not Sirius, Remus, Jason, or Alex. They would have spit the person out immediately.
Jason wasn't there. He had an appointment with another patient today. To make matters worse he didn't have an afternoon session with Barty either. His journal was in his room up the stairs. It was a calculated risk he would have to take. If this person knew their way around wards then it would only take a few minutes for them to get in.
Making his decision Roy sprinted for the stairs. As he expected he could feel someone trying to bring down the wards. To his horror however it wasn't just one person but multiple. Someone was attacking from the edge of the wards.
That meant multiple wizards. There was no way his magic was ready for such a battle. His alchemy on the otherhand was.
Once in his room he grabbed his gloves. Then quickly pulled his notebook out of its drawer. He wrote quickly,' Cottage is under attack. Multiple wizards. Send help.'
Then he went back down the stairs. In the kitchen he grabbed a knife and a lighter. On the back of his right hand he etched the transmutation circle into it. It was crudely done but it would work if his gloves were wet or destroyed. The lighter would provide the spark.
With that done he pulled the globe over it. He knew whoever was coming meant him harm. They no doubt knew that everyone would be gone today. That's why they chose now to attack.
A few prior he would have been napping at this time. A few weeks ago he wouldn't sleep more than a few hours at a time. Naps kept him from snapping at people.
With the help of Jason and Alex he had been getting better. Now he didn't need the naps. More often than not he spent the afternoons studying his books. Or practicing with Barty.
Due to his lack of training he struggled with magic. Even using the most basic of spells were difficult. He could only use his wand with supervision. Though he carried it everywhere to get used to its feel. While it still felt awkward to use it didn't bother him to wear anymore.
He had just made it outside when he felt the wards fall. First outside then in the floo. That trapped him like a rat. Though he would fight to the end if it came to it. Taking as many of the bastards with him as he could.
The door to the house opened. A familiar old man with twinkling blue eyes walked out. It seemed the old bastard had found. Not giving the old man a chance to say anything he brought up his right hand and snapped.
Jason's POV
Annoyance filled him. As much as he loved his job most days this was pushing it. Delores Umbridge was pushing his sanity to the breaking point.
Delores had come to him seeking help for her anxiety. Anxiety was one word for it. If he had been a muggle psychiatrist he would have admitted her permanently to a hospital. If it wasn't for her status he would have bluntly told her to go to Saint Mungos.
Instead he was forced to suffer her presence weekly. He would much rather spend his time doing anything else. Even teaching his young patient. Despite Roy's struggle with magic he enjoyed teaching the boy.
A buzzing from his drawer drew his attention. It was loud enough that it even drew the attention of his patient. He held up his hand to stop any questions she might have.
There was only two people that would message him right now. One was Maes who he talked to just an hour earlier. The other was a boy who had seen too much. A boy who was healing. While slowly he was healing. It would not be long before he was fit for duty once more. A day that Jason was not looking forward to. He had come to care for the boy. Knowing that he would leave again.
With a sense of dread he opened the drawer. Roy would not be contacting him unless it was important. Short of someone attacking the cottage he didn't know what couldn't wait.
Opening he read what he dreaded,' Cottage is under attack. Multiple wizards. Send help.'
Why was it, when the worst that could possibly go wrong, did? Every damn time. The boy was only supposed to be alone in the cottage for a few hours. Cursing his luck he turned to Umbridge.
He said with as much politeness as he could force," It seems one of my home is being invaded. That was my patient who is staying with me. We will need to resched..." He didn't get any further.
Even being away from the cottage he was still connected to the wards. The feeling of them snapping made him grab the desk. He had to send word to get help. Luckily he could cast a patronus. He had been part of the team that dealt with Dementor victims. As such he had to learn the charm to repel them.
He said ignoring the pink clad woman," Expecto Patronum. Cottage is under attack. Send aid."
Silently he ordered it to find Barty. The pink toad worked for the ministry. She knew who had been Death Eaters. If he said the blond's name. He would have been in deep waters.
He then ushered the woman away. Locking his office up with simple but powerful charms. He apparated to his cottage. Immediately he had to duck a stunner.
Looking around he was surprised and not surprised at the same time. What was once grass was now on fire. What did surprise him was what was running around on the grass. It looked like some kind of puppy with stunners chasing it.
