Chapter 10

Disclaimer: I do not possess the brilliance of J.K Rowling, Harry Potter is hers; I am merely expanding on her ideas.

AN:/ And here it is the esteemed chapter 10. I've been trying to update more quickly- once a week. I'm taking this story and running with it. If you have any ideas or suggestions please PM me and I'll take them under consideration. Remember the three Rs: Read, Reflect, and Review.

Harry was seething. If Albus bloody Dumbledore called him 'my boy' one more time he would explode. The past couple of days had gone smoothly enough. Harry continued to dream of Voldemort, but the attacks had ceased. Rather, the Dark Lord was investing his forces in uncovering the so called 'grey council' and grappling with how they had know about the attack on Bones manor.

Harry couldn't be more pleased with the Dark Lord's reaction. Voldemort was so paranoid that he wouldn't trust his own side- questioning everyone. And a force that can't trust each other to work together couldn't work well at all.

Harry's euphoria; however, was broken in the form of a rolled up piece of parchment from Colin Creevy.

Harry come to my office after dinner

- Albus Dumbledore

Ps: I enjoy acid pops

And so here Harry was. Sitting in front of his number two enemy( who I may add was smiling serenely) with only a desk separating the two of them.

"Why did you ask me to come here Professor," Harry forced the politeness in his voice.

"Ah yes, I am hoping you will help me with two things my dear,"

Well at least he didn't say my boy, Harry thought scathingly.

"Yes," Harry pressed forward.

"First I was hoping that you would continue Dumbledore's Army, training your friends will prepare them to survive this war when they get older, and some may even join the Order," Harry smirked at Dumbledore's words. So that was what the old man was after. He was practically creating a breeding ground for more chess pieces to play his game with.

"I guess I can try," Harry replied, not planning on teaching his peers anything too advanced. Hopefully this way he could sway the students from Dumbledore.

"Excellent Harry, I'm sure the club is in capable hands. Now onto other matters." Dumbledore paused, "I'm sorry to say that you can no longer play Quiditch for the Gryffindor team,"

"WHAT?"

"Calm down and let me explain. It's too dangerous, and at this point in the war there are more important things than a game."

"What about my flying classes?" Harry asked.

"I'm afraid that those too must be canceled as you are no longer on the team," Harry frowned. The headmaster was just too damn controlling.

"but what will I do instead?" Harry asked.

"There are several options. I am allowing you to approach any one of your teachers to request that you learn a skill set from them in replacement of flying. I know for a fact that Professor Flitwick was a master dueler in his day."Harry brightened visibly at this. He could train to duel on his own; but McGonagall had a skill set that he wanted. The only thing was how to get her to remain secretive about it.

"Professor?" Harry approached the matron of Gryffindor that night after dinner.

"Yes Mr. Potter," McGonagall responded stiffly.

"you know how the headmaster is allowing me to get private tuition from one of the Professors?" Harry received a nod in response.

"Continue,"

"Well, I was hoping that you could teach me how to become an animagus, it's just; after Sirius and all. I want to feel like I'm continuing his memory, and this seems like a useful way to do it."

"Quite," McGonagall looked thoughtful. "Alright, I'll teach you. Every time that you have a scheduled flying class I want you in the library researching the different animals that represent you. You cannot begin to transform until you know what your form is. There is no easy shortcut. Your form will represent your personality."

"I have a question,"

"I have an answer; hopefully, continue on."

"Is it possible for someone to have more than one form?" Harry asked.

"Yes, in rare cases. Say someone has two faces, metaphorically of course. There is the part of them they portray to the world, and their true personality. They would have an animagus form for each side of themselves." Harry blinked rapidly.

"Oh," Harry's mind was reeling, could he have two forms? "but wouldn't that person also have two patroni?"

"No. A patronus is the animal manifestation of what gives us courage, no matter how split one's personality is their patronus will remain the same because they have the same fears. The animagus is the physical manifestation of one's personality. Therefore someone with two personalities could have two forms,"

"Alright. Thank you. I will come to you when my research is finished."

"Think nothing of Mr. Potter. Becoming an Animagus isn't difficult. It's NEWT level. It is; however, time consuming. I wish more students were willing to learn this valuable skill. Now I have some papers to grade, go spend some time with your friends."

"Yes mam," Harry said before leaving the office in a hurry and sprinting towards the library. He had research to do.

The next two weeks passed in a blur. With the attacks temporarily stopped Harry spent his time in HQ training, talking with Brook on her cell, researching his animagus form, and spending time with Ron and Hermione. Therefore it came as quite a shock to him when his scar flared up.

"Harry what is it mate?" Ron asked.

"Voldemort," Harry hissed through his pain, "there's going to be an attack on Muggle London; Buckingham Palace to be exact. Ron, warn Dumbledore; Hermione find Professor Clark, tell him to contact his crowd. I'm going to the room of requirement. I need a headache potion and some time to sleep to see if I can get more information. There's nothing I can do anyway. Don't disturb me lest Voldemort can see you." Harry's friends just nodded fearfully at his dark tone.

"You can count on us mate," Ron said.

"Definitely," Hermione agreed. Harry shot them a relieved smile.

Harry rushed to change in HQ. Throwing on his mask he willed for a secret passage to muggle London. One appeared conveniently. Harry knew exactly what the Dark Lord intended for this attack to accomplish. The assassination of the royal family would certainly distract the muggles from noticing Voldemort slowly take over their government, but most importantly it would strike fear into their hearts.

"Brook," Harry spoke quietly into his phone, staring at Buckingham Palace.

"Yeah Blaze, what do you need?" Brook's warbled voice flowed out of the speakers

"Buckingham Palace is under assault, Suckers, the entire inner circle as well as adragon. Main objective is the assassination of the Royal Family and the placement of the imperious curse on the prime minister who just happens to be here today." Harry murmured in response.

"Bloody hell. We will have a task force there immediately. I can get Control to request, no demand, and audience with her majesty the queen. The entire city will be placed on code red lockdown."

"Fine just do it quickly. The attack is scheduled for an hour from now."

"Rodger that Blaze." The line went dead. Harry frowned and waited, fingering his wand anxiously. That was when he saw the limousine. Harry threw on his invisibility cloak and ran across the street to where Brook and a familiar looking man stepped out of the limo.

"I'm here," he whispered in Brook's ear. The man besides her frowned.

"Reveal yourself," he commanded in a gruff voice. Harry scowled, how could he see through invisibility cloaks? Only Mad Eye could…. That was it. Harry pulled off his cloak.

"Hay there Mad- Eye, long time no see."

"Who are you," Moody commanded.

"Blaze at your service."

"That is not your true name," Moody frowned.

"Constant Vigilance," Harry replied cheekily.

"Do I know you?"

"Probably. You did teach my DADA class after all. But if you're talking about hearing of me than probably, I did organize the rescue mission of Madam Bones after all."

"How did you find out about us?"

"You should be more careful about who you are trying to recruit. Now, there's no time for this. I have people informing Clark and regrettably- Dumbledore of the attack. We have forty five minutes. I would recommend us to hurry up."

"Damn it boy, you had to inform the Order?"

"Don't worry. As far as the Lemon Drop is concerned your away on a side mission tracking down an elusive band of potentially friendly vampires."

"And how will he find this information out boy?"

"Simple. You'll tell him after the battle is over. Now come on,"

"Fine but we'll be having a talk later."

"I'll be at the Circus for the Holidays.

"Control we have to move," Brook urged.

"Fine,"

"Is there a reason you have caused me to miss my meeting with the delegate from France?" the queen asked the assembled party coolly.

"My apologies your majesty," Moody bowed, "but it has come to our attention that there will be an assassination attempt on you at 1230. London is under code red. All modes of transportation in or out have been blocked. We need to remove your family to the string hold immediately."

The Queen paled.

"Are they Magical or mundane," Harry gasped softly.

"Magic," Brook supplied, "Powerful wizards at that and evil to the core. They are to be accompanied by a dragon."

"I infer that you have the task force to handle this."

"We do not," Moody said.

"That is not unless we receive outside aid," Harry added. "I have taken the liberty to contact some- less than desirable people- but who will get the job done none the less."

"Undesirable? How so," the Queen asked dangerously.

"The leader is a manipulative, albeit powerful, old man who runs the 'light side' in the wizarding world. He is a…fool to say the least, but he has the power to throw off many of the invaders." Harry replied evenly.

"Very well. I want preparations made for the…" That was when the door swung open.

"Well well if it isn't little Blaze and Brooke- I've been waiting to meet you," Lucius Malfoy said cooly.