I know the Fred and George thing was kind of weird but there were people asking me to put them in this story and this is the only way I could see putting them in here.

"Why did you ask me here, Minerva. Your message sounded urgent." Albus was sitting across from the former Hogwarts professor in the small restaurant. "You felt the need for privacy as well," he pointed out, glancing briefly around the muggle establishment.

"I needed to talk to you…about Harry Potter," Minerva revealed. She kept her voice low and her tone fierce.

"We are still looking for him, Minerva-"

"This is not about his disappearance. This is about a letter I received from two of my students about the events that happened just two months ago." Minerva leaned closer. "In this letter, they claim to know the culprit behind the explosions and they are sure that it was not Death Eaters or even a grown wizard."

A frown formed on Albus' face. "Minerva, no child could orchestrate what happened. No child would."

"Are you sure? I have been a teacher for a very long time, Albus. I care for the children in my care and I know that you want to believe the best in everyone but Albus…I need to know. The letter I received was corroborated by more than one."

Albus was silent for several moments, studying the seriousness of her voice and her eyes. Finally, he brought out the muggle paper he had bought and passed it over to her.

"What is this?" Minerva asked.

"A muggle paper from a city called Gotham in America."

Minerva glanced briefly at the picture that accompanied the article. The man in the picture was smiling at the camera. She had only ever seen that sort of smile come from Voldemort's most loyal supporters. His face was painted and she could see the scars on his face, that stretched with his smile.

"'The Joker at Large Once Again,'" Minerva read the headline aloud. "'Residents of Gotham once again have reason to fear for their lives as an accused mass murderer escapes yet again. The man who calls him The Joker, real name unknown, has reportedly escaped from the high security wing of Arkham Asylum.

"'Authorities have refused to comment on the circumstances surrounding the escape but it is believed by many that he may have had outside help.

"'Joker has been held responsible for the deaths of several dozen Gotham citizens and many police officers."'

"What does this have to do with Harry Potter?" She asked finally, looking up from the paper.

Albus sighed and he seemed to be aging before her eyes. In fact, she had seen it when she had first come in. "From what I gathered from Harry's aunt, several years ago they took a trip to this city, Gotham, and Harry was…separated from them. I believe that is when…this man found him. I do not know why he wasn't killed but it is not relevant at this point. What matters is that Harry has apparently been keeping company with this man for several years now." Albus hesitated briefly. "I also believe that the outside help came from Harry."

Albus watched as his words sank in, as Minerva's eyes turned cold. "So, against my advice, you left him with those muggles and this happened?" She didn't raise her voice but she did get her anger across.

"It was not my intention-"

"Oh, of course not," Minerva interrupted him. "I should have done something. I should have taken him from that place myself. Now-" Minerva cut herself off this time and put a hand over her mouth. "Albus…you would have been better off sending him to live with Bellatrix Lestrange in Azkaban!"

"He can be redeemed, Minerva. I simply need to find him."

"Redeemed? He murdered ten people, Albus! And who knows how many crimes he has committed while under the care of this psychopath!" She threw the paper at him. "You are to blame for this. You've helped a monster corrupt an innocent child!" She stood.

"Minerva. Please sit back down. I did not mean for this to happen and I can fix this. We will still need Harry. Voldemort-"

"Voldemort?" Minerva was so horrified by the situation she forgot about the habit of not saying the name. "He is gone, Albus and you have turned the boy that destroyed him into a monster."

"He is not gone completely," Albus admitted. "Harry is the only one who can destroy him completely."

"It doesn't matter. You cannot propose to send a monster to kill one." Minerva looked away from him. "He is only a child but he has to answer for what he has done…and so do you." She didn't wait for an answer before walking away.

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Fred and George Weasley were not the only ones angry. The families of nine other children and one professor. They were saying the same thing in their homes. Most were sure that it was the same thing it had been ten years ago.

The older ones, they had been there during the war with Voldemort. They knew what it was like to fear for their families lives. They'd thought it was over, of course. Over with little Harry Potter…

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Little Harry Potter danced around the secluded little hideout in Gotham City, the paper clutched in one hand, humming a bright, happy song. He didn't stop dancing when the door opened and Joker came inside.

Joker paid no attention to the boy. He idly wiped the blood on his hands on his shirt and walked over to the table in the middle of the room.

Harry passed by him again and slapped the paper down in front of him. "Look!" He said excitedly. "I got my own lynch mob," he sang the words happily. He tilted his head at the bloody knife. "Did you win?"

"The game hasn't started yet," Joker said, getting up.

"Is this one going to end in Arkham Asylum?" Harry asked in an innocent tone of voice. Joker leapt forward suddenly and grabbed the back of Harry's neck, brandishing the bloody knife just an inch away from Harry's eye. He watched the blade, unafraid, and raised an eyebrow.

"It might," Joker said finally. He laughed and released Harry although he did not step away. "Want to go see some real artwork?"

"Can I create some of my own?" Harry asked excitedly.

"Maybe." Joker grabbed his shirt, pulling him towards the door.

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"Amelia. It is good to see you again," Minerva said. She was unable to smile when the other woman let her into her house and there was no smile on Amelia's face either. It was no surprise after what had happened.

"I meant to say…I am truly sorry…about Susan."

"Thank you," Amelia answered stiffly. "From your message, I believe you did not come here to pass on condolences."

Minerva nodded. Right to the point. "I came to tell you. I know who caused this tragedy."