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Many thanks to James Axelrad for his help.

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Brother's united chapter 10

Ranma sat huddled on the couch, her knees pulled up into her chest with her arms wrapped tightly around them. Her eyes were focused on the crackling static of the Television, the channel, showing that either the channel had stopped broadcasting or the antenna needed adjusting. But that didn't matter to the current redheaded girl as all she was doing was keeping her mind occupied and focused on something other than the current discomfort she was feeling with her body.

Luckily though, her symptoms were not as bad as what they had been on occasions in the past and especially right after becoming inflicted with the curse. She wanted to think that perhaps the symptoms lessened with the acceptance she gained from having a measure of control.

Fact is, she probably could have come to terms with the curse sooner if it had not been for her visitor, though she surmised it wouldn't have been much of a curse without it because at least she stayed human.

All that aside, the primary reason she was on the couch as opposed to the bed was the fact that in Tonks one bedroom flat, there was only one bed and it was a single. It's not that Ranma minded the couch; it was better than the floor. Especially considering that since by the looks of it Tonks hadn't swept or mopped it since she moved in, that along with the piles of dirty clothes and various other clutter that Ranma didn't want to think about being strewn about in a chaotic mess.

Ranma had asked why Tonks didn't use her magic to clean it up when she first arrived. Tonks answer had been rather complicated, but Ranma understood the jist of it. That being that her father being muggleborn didn't like shortcuts on responsibility and always forbade her from using it to clean up messes. Now that she was no longer at home she had seemed to grown an overall aversion to cleaning in general. Well at least Tonks didn't leave dirty dishes all over the place and that her mess was mostly dirty clothes.

Ranma winced as her concentration wavered, she had been there for two days and while not the worst symptoms she had had they were far from being comfortable. She could deal with the bleeding but the general discomfort was overwhelming.

Sighing to herself she thought, "It could be worse, I could still be in Nerima and have to go on a short training trip to get away from everyone."

In the past Ranma had gone through great lengths to keep the secret on how complete the curse actually was, the only person who really knew had been Genma and the school nurse, though she supposed that Kasumi suspected something as there were times where Ranma had to barrow some supplies from the hall closet. Thankfully though that had ended rather quickly once the school nurse had caught her, him at the time, stuffing a number of hygiene products into his pocket during one of his many trips to the nurses office to take care of various scrapes and bruises that happened from some of his more vicious fights at school, not to mention the times that he had wound up unconscious due to his habitual foot in mouth syndrome.

Genma finding out had been embarrassing; they had still been in china and were on the run from a crazy Amazon, whom later turned out to be Shampoo. It had been along day and weather had forced her into the form the previous night and ensured that she stayed that way until they broke for camp the next day. It was on that day after the torrential downpour that left her soggy and female for the entire day's journey that she found out she couldn't change back. Ranma had become hysterical at that point and for the first time in a long while had broken down into tears. The situation was made worse by the fact that when she had been forced to go relieve herself in female form, something she had avoided like the plague before that day, she had discovered that she was bleeding.

Her terrified scream had been heard for miles and probably constituted the reason on why shampoo had found them early the next morning. Her scream had brought Genma running in what Ranma then supposed as some level of parental concern, though now she just figured that at that point he still needed her for his own plans. Upon his arrival and after finding out what the fuss was Genma just said, "It's natural, get over it… When it's done you'll probably be able to turn back." And with that Genma just walked back to camp and went to sleep. There had been no explanation, no hug (though Ranma would deny wanting one), no concern. Just cold hard words that left Ranma to figure out things for herself.

"W'otcher, Ranma."

Wincing and moaning at the loss of her concentration Ranma turned to face her temporary roommate. Not really meaning too she snapped, "What."

Instead of looking offended Tonks gave her a bemused grin and replied, "Well somebody's in a rather foul mood today."

Ranma blushed from her position on the couch, another one of the drawbacks she hated was that her moods tended to lash out more so than normal, she didn't know how normal woman dealt with this and had never had the courage to ask one, as back in Nerima the question would have caused no end of grief. Attempting to apologize Ranma stared down at her feet and said, "Ah, I'm sorry Tonks. It's just I'm always a bit on edge when I'm like this." Then muttering to herself she said, "Don't see how you women deal with this… Stupid curse."

Tonks held back a giggle after hearing Ranma's mutter and took a seat next to her. Being careful to not come across as too strong, she gave the younger girl's shoulders a squeeze and joked, "Ah come on… could be worse."

Ranma rolled her eyes, she couldn't think of anything worse than being a guy and having to go through with this every month, but deciding to indulge Tonks she asked, "How so?"

Tonks shrugged, leaving her arm draped around the redhead and said, "You could be pregnant."

Ranma blanched, while she had never shown it she did have normal fantasies that every teenager had back in Nerima, it's just to act on them would had lead to any number of bad situations, marriage being on top of that list. Though soon after starting school and dealing with the jerks in gym class that liked to use cold water in exchange for a free show, those had tapered off to a large degree. After that and a few weeks of Kuno's attention had slowly started turning what were once good dreams into the worse of nightmares.

"Don't even joke like that!" Ranma hissed angrily.

"Relax there red, I was just joking." Tonks replied trying to placate the red heads temper.

After a minute of tense silence Tonks removed her arm from around Ranma's shoulder and said, "I just came out her because I noticed that you haven't been taking anything to help."

Eyeing the pink haired woman evenly Ranma asked, "What would I take? I already got pads and all they do is keep me from making a mess. Then a hopeful look spread across Ranma's face as she asked, "Don't tell me there is some sort of magical cure."

Tonks shook her head destroying the younger girls hope and said, "Unfortunately not… Though now that I think about it, I wonder why there isn't"

Crestfallen Ranma sank her head down, where it was now resting on the top of her knees and asked, "So what can I take?"

Breaking out of her musings on why no one has made a magical cure Tonks said, "Ah right, almost forgot." Taking a bottle out her pocket she added, "Take two of these and you'll feel a lot better in no time."

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While Ranma was discovering the joy's of Midol, across London deep within the Ministry of Magic another meaningful conversation was about to take place.

Lucius Malfoy was in a rather foul mood, he had been cooped up in a bare room unable to leave for at least two days though it could have been longer as the only evidence of time passing he had was the arrival of his daily meals. To further add to his growing impatience, he had yet to be examined by a healer and was still in a lot of pain, as all his wounds had just been treated but not healed.

Wincing as he sat up from the bed he prepared himself to walk up to the door and pound on it until someone answered, he had been doing it sporadically once he realized that no one was checking up on him and that his meals were being delivered magically.

Struggling to his feet he let out a curse and vowed that once he got out of there he was going to have the entire board of Saint Mungo's sacked as it was inexcusable for someone of his station to be forced to wait

Feeling a bit of vertigo wash over him he stumbled and fell back on the bed. Determined to get some sort of answer as to why he was being given such deplorable treatment he started to force himself off the bed once more but stopped as he heard noises coming from the door.

So instead of rising to his feet Lucius steeled himself on the bed, preparing to lay into whomever was finally getting around to his care.

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Sun Lu had had a busy two-day's; first he had taken care of giving the press releases on what he had decided to let the public know about Ranma with the new editor of the Daily Prophet. Then he had spent the rest of the time talking to the Minister of Magical Law enforcement in an effort to get himself cleared for questioning Lucius Malfoy, as it had been part of the deal that they had made in return for the three kingdoms assistance in the upcoming war.

Madame Bones had been more than willing to offer him access but unfortunately Minister Fudge had been holding up on granting him clearance. Fortunately it was nothing that several well placed threats could not overcome, as all Lu had needed to do was kindly remind the minister of the benefits of international cooperation. Though Lu had wondered if the man was incompetent or just did not realize whom was holding the better hand. In the end though Fudge relented and two days later Lu finally had access to the prisoner and in a showing of good faith Madame Bones even had withheld questioning on her Aurors part until after Lu had a chance to question the man.

Lu smiled to himself as he approached the door, while he could use any number of truth potions to get the answers he wanted, he preferred using his own means as truth serums would only get vague answers that he would have to expand upon to get what he needed. However with his methods, he would get all his questions answered and more so. Plus in his own mind he felt that death eaters deserved what they had coming to them so he would have no mercy. Unfortunately with the amount of magic in the air at the Ministry his car battery and jumper cables would be useless silently musing to himself he thought, "If the twins can get Master Ranma's Discman to work at Hogwarts then perhaps I'll have them take a look at my tools as well."

Shaking his head he wondered why so many wizards had it in for muggles, they were far more creative than the average wizard, unless the wizard was a Weasley, and a lot of their methods while taking longer worked just as well if not better.

Nodding to the Auror whom was currently unlocking the door to the cell Lu put on his game face, as it would hardly due for the prisoner to get the wrong idea.

Stepping into the room he noticed that Mr. Malfoy seemed about ready to launch into a verbal tirade. Shaking his head Lu thought, "That would hardly do, he needs to be made aware of his place." With a wave of his hand he silenced the irate man and said, "In case you can't tell I just put a silencing charm on you to ensure that you do not interrupt me." Noting that the man seemed to be turning a rather potent red in the face and seemed to be struggling to his feet Lu said, "Now none of that…" With another wave of his hand he forced the disheveled man to sit down strait with his hands on his knees and back strait.

Nodding in approval at his spell work Lu said, "Now that I have your attention, my name is Sun Lu. I am Warmaster Potter's chief aide and assistant as well as his temporary head of security with responsibilities to both Mater Ranma and his brother Harry." Unflinching under the sharp glare he was being given Lu continued, "Incase you were wondering where you are… You are currently in one of the Ministry's holding cells in the lower level of the Ministry of Magic. You have been charged with attempted assault and assassination of a foreign dignitary as well as having the Dark Mark, making you one of Voldemort's followers."

Lu was not a bad man, nor a bad former house elf turned man. However because of his experiences among the Amazon Nation and a few of his former masters when he had been a house elf, well there were times that his general nice and seemly non hostile demeanor changed. Lu had also always taken his responsibilities serous and dedicated himself fully to them. With his recent dedication to Ranma and his brother Lu took his position seriously and would use whatever means necessary to satisfy his lord's safety. Unfortunately for Mr. Malfoy this meant that he was about to see a side of Sun Lu that not even Ranma was yet aware of. Waving his hand once more Lu transfigured the bed that Lucius was sitting on into a large desk.

Smiling at his handiwork and noting that his magic reserves still had plenty of juice in them so he decided to conger up a nice comfortable seat for himself as he had heard somewhere that the key to a good interrogation had something to do with personal comfort.

Taking his seat he banished Mr. Malfoy's pants and said, "Normally someone would probably give you some sort of truth serum… Well I am not in the mood for games and do not feel like having to figure out the correct questions to ask you. So I'm just going to have to show you how serous I am…"

Grinning evilly he continued, "And since it is just you…"

Leaning closer he added, "Me…"

Turning his narrow smile into a wide grin he said, "Your Balls…"

Reaching out with his magic he animated part of the desk and smirked out, "And this drawer…"

---SLAM---

Lu held back his wince, and thought, "That had looked like it hurt." Glad that he had the foresight to put a silencing charm on the probably now screaming man, Lu reached into his jacket pocket. It was going to be a long night while he waited for the drawer to do its job, plus his magic not being human in origin needed to recharge a bit so he might as well get comfortable.

Lu almost snapped his fingers; he had forgot to finish his last sentience to the Death eater, "Oh well." He thought, "It's not like he can really hear me now. I'll just have to wait until later."

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Across town, in another part of London.

Hermione Granger sat in the room she was currently sharing at number 12 Grimmauld place deep in thought. She had just finished writing another essay for SPEW; this time she had concrete information about house elves and why they enjoy being servants. She had gotten the information from Mr. Sun and had no doubts about its reliability as she was aware that the man was a former house elf himself.

Actually most of the residents at 12 Grimmauld place knew. The reason on how they knew is that Sun Lu did not have a wand. That in its self was not entirely special, as Ranma did not need a wand to cast magic either, but there was a difference. When Ranma used magic there was a sign of a sorts showing that he was building up power to cast a spell, they varied: his eyes glowing, if he was attempting to cast quietly, to an incantation if he was casting verbally, and sometimes there were hand movements where his hands would glow brightly before unleashing the spell.

However when Mr. Sun casts a spell there was nothing. He could do it with the smallest of movements, or just a thought. When she was curious to know how as she figured it was a useful skill and didn't want to impose upon Ranma taking away time from him and Harry getting to know each other, Lu had told her that he used to be a house elf so his magic was different. However, Lu had also told her that he would talk to Ranma and se if he would be willing to sponsor a club once school started that way all who would be interested would get a chance.

She was about to go over her essay when there was a knock at he door. Putting the quill down she called out, "Come in."

Two figures entered the room, the first one was Ginny, her current roommate and following closely behind her was Harry. Hermione sighed to herself, what she was about to do wasn't easy but it had to be done. She along with the others had figured out that Ranma was cursed into becoming a werewolf, as that was the only possible explanation with the facts that they had. She wasn't certain as to how Harry would take it though, she reasoned that he would take it in stride just as he had with Professor Lupin but she wasn't sure. Motioning him over to the bed she said, "Harry, Ginny and I have something that we need to tell you."

Making himself as comfortable as he could in the presence of the two girls Harry cautiously asked, "What's that?" It was not that he didn't trust Hermione, but due to him getting to know Ranma better, he had come across some interesting facts, and if his brother was to believed then, no women are safe from the Potter charms. It was really a bummer when he thought about it as he did not want to lose his current friendships just because he was totally irresistible, though he reasoned that he could do worse than Ginny. Hearing Hermione say something, Harry broke himself out of his musings and asked, "You say something Hermione?"

Hermione sighed, exasperated at the fact that Harry had not been listening to her she huffed, "Honestly Harry, can't you pay attention just for a few minutes. I'm trying to tell you something important."

"Here it comes." Thought Harry, "She's going to tell me that her and Ginny are in love with me and because of that they can no longer be friends as there can only be one that is allowed to be with me." Apologizing over his previous lack of attention he said, "I'm sorry Hermione, I was just thinking about something Ranma had said."

Satisfied that she had chastised Harry enough Hermione continued, "That's okay Harry, Now the reason I needed to talk to you is that Ranma let something slip before he left and we figured that you needed to know."

Harry nodded, he really didn't know what this had to do with confessing undying love but he would humor her."

Noticing that she still had Harry's attention she decided to get it over with and just be blunt. Taking in a deep sigh Hermione stated, "Harry, Ranma is a werewolf."

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Upstairs from where Harry was finding out the secret truths about his brother, Fred and George were currently laughing there collective assess off. After several days of hard work they had come up with a prank to pull on their younger brother Ron for his being an insensitive arse about Ranma's fear of cats. Truthfully though the prank that they were currently pulling had not been prepared especially for Ron, he was just the current guinea pig for it.

See after the two twins had been pranked by Ranma and been forced to spend the day as girls wearing copies of their sisters sleepwear, they had went to Ranma with the intention of finding out how he had did it. Well after a brief discussion and a promise not to use what they develop on him they had walked away with several packets of what they called transfiguration powder. Sure that was not what it was actually called but in a general term that is exactly what it was, it's just the actual Chinese names were a bit too hard for them to pronounce.

After a bit of trail and error they had managed to break the powder down into it's base components and figure out different means to use them. What they had done to Ron is taken one of his shirts, and poured a new potion whose main ingredient was transfiguration powder. Then they cast several charms on the shirt, most of which were memory charms and then put the shirt back into Ron's trunk for him to wear.

Currently they were watching the end results of their labor, as Ron had decided to wear the shirt. Among the many things the shirt now does is give the wearer a very feminine torso with extremely large breasts. The magic doesn't stop there though, in addition to the womanly curves there is; a charms that keeps the changes hidden from the wearer to where he has to have the fact that he has boobs pointed out before he realizes that he has them, Also there is a memory charm that every time he goes to take off the shirt with the knowledge that he has breasts, he instantly forgets when ever his hands touch the bottom hem.

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Hearing a laughter coming from the twins room Sirius decided that grabbing a drink could wait a few minutes and knocked at the door before stepping in. Blinking he attempted to make sense out of the sight before him. Fred and George were rolling on the ground in hysterical laughter, but the shocking part was Ron. He was standing there with his hands on hips scowling while sporting the largest knockers he had ever seen. TO add to that effect the shirt he was wearing was skintight and reflecting the fact that he wasn't wearing a bra.

"What's so funny you gits" Asked a red faced Ron.

Sirius blinked, rubbing his eyes he realized that he must be witnessing some sort of prank and decided to have a bit of fun. Clearing his throat he waited until every one was composed and had their eyes on him and asked, "Feeling a bit top heavy Ron?"

Ron looked down at his shirt for a second and paused before he shrieked, "Blimey you gits I got boobs." As he said that his hands wandered down to take off the shirt but he stopped just as he touched the bottom hem and asked, "Why was I going to take off my shirt, it's too cold in here to walk around with out one."

Looking closer Sirius blinked again, it seemed warm enough for him but according to Ron's new hardware it must be freezing out as he was sporting the largest rock hard nipples he had ever seen. Due to Ron's flip flop decision to not take off his shirt Sirius started to comprehend the prank and was barely able to hold himself together when he said, "I believe you were going to take off your shirt because you just found out that you have knockers that would make most women jealous."

Ron blinked for a moment looked down and said, "Blimey, look at that…"

"I seem to have spilled something on my favorite shirt." He finished after taking his hands off of the lower hem and attempting to brush off an unseen spot.

Sirius couldn't help it; he burst out laughing as he made his way out of the door. He had probably seen the most creative use of memory charms that he had ever seen.

Noticing the state that Sirius left the room in Ron asked, "Hey Fred, what's wrong with him."

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Somewhere in a hidden location, Lord Voldemort sat at his desk in his borrowed study contemplating his nefarious plans. Everything had to be reworked now as new players have entered the game and he knew that unless he took them out fairly quick most of his plans would go up in smoke.

Crumbling up the previous days issue of the Daily Prophet, the former Tom Riddle threw it into the waste bin in a fit of rage and thought, "That fool Wormtail. I gave him an easy assignment to join our ranks all those years ago… And he bungles it… I would kill him if it would make a difference; unfortunately I still have need for the fat rat. All my plans are ruined now. I can not afford to take my time, this Ranma Potter has too much power at his disposal."

A cruel smirk began to form as Voldemort began to shape together a new plan. He knew that Harry would be too well protected now, but the older Potter was arrogant and accessible. That much he could tell for certain, all he needed to figure out though was the best way to draw him out. After all, why go after the peons that he has under his disposal when he can just take care of main man. For once the body looses its head the rest is soon to fallow.

Holding back his maniacal laughter he called out, "Wormtail, get in here. I have a job for you."

The short, fat, scruffy man entered slowly, his body had seen much abuse over he past two day's as his lord had seen fit to introduce him to multiple Crucio's whenever he made his appearance known. Wincing as he entered the room and took a knee he stuttered, "Yyeesss, Mmmaaassterrr."

Voldemort ignored the pathetic man as he finished writing a not on a piece of parchment and sealed it with wax. Holding it out he stated, "You are to bring this to the Vampire Master Burke and return immediately, do you understand?"

"Yes master." He squeaked.

"Good and one more thing…"

Wormtail turned slowly; dread filling his voice as he asked, "Yes Master?"

"CRUCIO…"

After he released the curse Voldemort watched impassively as Wormtail crawled to his feet and made a hasty exit.

Once he was left alone to his thought his mind could not help but to drift back to the incomplete prophesy that he had been told fifteen years ago. He needed to know the rest of it after all, you can hardly defy fate without knowledge of what you must avoid.

He knew that he could avoid it too as it was not the first prophesy he had run up against. He remembered the first one quite clearly. His divination teacher had grabbed a hold of his arm in his six year and stated, "Beware of the Pale white horse for he brings death."

It was short and simple and had lead to the creation of his horcruxes, because Immortals do not die. So it was with the first defeat of a prophecy that Voldemort found out that Fate could be denied. Unfortunately he was still left with nothing for the time being as he was still unable to enter the youngest Potters mind.

Going back over his notes Voldemort searched for a means to lead young Harry to the Ministry to find the prophesy that did not involve entering his mind as it was now near impossible to do so.

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"No"

"Oh come on Ranma."

"No way."

"You said yourself that you feel a lot better now so why not?"

"Because…"

"Please." Tonks pleaded while turning herself into a ten-year-old version of herself to give Ranma the most effective lost puppy look the redhead had ever seen.

Crumbling under the pressure Ranma relented and said, "Fine, I'll go."

Shifting back to her form Tonks smiled and replied, "Good and it just so happens that I have the perfect outfit for you."

Ranma groaned to herself as she followed Tonks into the bedroom her face twisting into the most pitiful dejected look she could pull off without looking cute herself, she would have almost preferred to still be on the couch suffering quietly in her own misery.

Over an hour later Ranma was dressed in the tenth 'perfect' outfit that Tonks had picked out. It consisted of calf high black boots, purple tights, a short black pleated skirt that fell mid thigh, and a nice purple blouse with the top two buttons undone. Her hair was out of her traditional pigtail and hung loosely past her shoulders, styled to have subtle waves rolling through her red locks.

Standing nervously outside of Tonks door she called out, "You almost ready?"

"Just a few more minutes, just got to finish up my makeup then we can go.

Nearly an hour later Ranma heard the telltale creaks of Tonks bedroom door open, hopping up from her position on the couch Ranma let out a low whistle. Tonks was dressed very similar to herself with the exception of the tights being blue and instead of a blouse she was wearing a loose high collared sweater.

After spinning around, allowing Ranma to get a good view of her figure she said, "So Dinner and a movie…" Then giving Ranma a saucy wink she added, "And later, I know this nice little club we can go to."

Ranma shrugged, as long as she had that magical bottle of Midol she would be okay.

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Ranma shivered as she entered the club, it was not a shiver signifying that she was cold though. No it was more of a shiver that asked, 'When is somebody going to jump out of the wood work and attack me for being a pervert.' The reason she was feeling that is because never, not once, had she ever had a whole night out with any girl that went smoothly. In the past something had always came up to spoil the evening and the lack of said event was starting to make Ranma nervous.

Though as her eyes began to adjust to the low lights of the club she hoped that there would not be a lot of guy's there. She had been lucky so far for the night as the restaurant they were at was fairly quiet and had secluded booths; the movie theater had been a slight worry as Ranma had noticed that a lot of guy's were looking at her. But for some reason, having Tonks hanging off of her arm had kept them away from them, leaving them to enjoy the movie without interruption.

Blinking as her eyes finally began to acclimate to the low lights in the club Ranma could barely contain herself, the club while not packed was filled with women with there being no guy's in sight. Not wanting to jinx herself she turned to Tonks and asked, "I don't see any guys?"

Tonks looked back curiously and returned, "Do you want to see guy's? There's a Chip and Dale's a few blocks from here."

Ranma shivered at that, she may not know what Chip and Dales was but she definitely knew that she had no desire to go there. Seemly nonchalantly she said, "Nope this place is fine, I was just curious about why there are no guys here that's all."

Leading her companion to a booth she replied, "This is a special woman's only club, I figured that you didn't want to have to worry about dodging guys tonight."

Ranma nodded her head not noticing that Tonks hand had slid down to her lower back as she guided her to a booth.

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Back at the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix, Ron was having an odd night. For the past few ours he had just wondered upstairs keeping out of sight of his mother and some of the other adults that frequented the brownstone.

But no matter what room he went into he was greeted with laughter and it was starting to get on his nerves because no one would tell him what was so funny. He had even went into the bathroom and checked his face to see if he had some remains of dinner stuck to his face but had found nothing besides a small spot on his shirt.

Deciding that he had had enough of being tormented he made his way downstairs to get something to drink and think about what everyone could possibly think was funny about him walking in a room.

Much to his relief Ron was able to make it to the kitchen without running across anyone, which in itself was a rarity considering how many people seem to frequent headquarters. Reaching into the icebox he managed to find a butter beer, taking it out and popping off the cork into the trash bin he sighed. Nothing hit the spot like a nice ice-cold butter beer. He was about to make his way back upstairs into his room when the door opened.

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Sirius had just decided to grab another bottle of fire whiskey as he and Mundungus were having a bit of a drinking competition, the winner would win 5 galleons and of course bragging rights. Upon entering the kitchen he realized that he was no longer alone and had the privilege of coming across the ugliest broad he had ever met, whom seemed to be gifted with the biggest knockers he had ever seen. Shaking his head to clear the alcohol induced cobwebs he realized that it was just Ron still being affected by whatever prank the twins had unleashed upon him.

Shrugging to himself as he figured the novelty had worn off he started making his way over to the cabinet where he was keeping the 'Good Stuff'. That is until he noticed that Ron's shirt now had words on it. Peering drunkenly he read it out loud, "Got Milk."

Ron turned slightly and faced him, his eyes blurred for a moment before he replied while cupping his breast, "Why yes I do, would you like some?"

Taken aback Sirius contemplated the effect too much alcohol had on him before just turning around and leaving the disturbing scene, while swearing to himself that he was never going to drink fire whiskey again.

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Ranma looked around the club with a bit of awe; everyone seemed so friendly and carefree. Plus much to her amazement a lot of the women were getting along fairly well, almost too well. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she became slightly suspicious of the place. Raising a questionable eyebrow to Tonks she was about to ask her something when Tonks cut her off and said, "I told you this is a women's club, just sit back and relax, I'll go get us some drinks and then if you're feeling well enough we can dance for a bit."

Ranma shrugged, she wasn't going to drink much considering that alcohol and her did not agree.

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The rest of the night flew by as once Tonks returned with the drinks; surprisingly both of them were non-alcoholic. After drinking them and having some minor chitchat they made their way to the dance floor and proceeded to dance the night away. It turned out to be rather relaxing for Ranma, as she had managed to go out and have some fun without it being interrupted by a pushy fiancée wanting attention. Also for once a woman was willing to be in close contact with her without asking for her to turn back into a guy or call her a pervert. So Ranma did her best to relish the night and concentrated on enjoying herself.

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The rest of the week that Ranma spent with Tonks was fairly similar to what had happened on the second day, they would spend the majority of the daytime wandering around muggle London taking in the sights and then once night time rolled around Tonks would take her out to eat and then dancing afterward.

The nighttime entertainment varied, meaning that Tonks took her to as many different types of clubs as what she could, ranging from reggae to techno with everything in-between. When Ranma asked why Tonks had said that she was just broadening Ranma's musical knowledge in an attempt to help her find out what she liked.

During this time Ranma had also found out that Tonks had just been assigned to spy on Harry at Hogwarts so they would be able to see each other during the school year although Ranma was fairly positive that being a staff member meant that she could leave whenever she wanted as long he didn't have classes to teach or any other responsibilities to take care of. Luckily because of Tonks new assignment she was immediately placed on vacation until the school year started and she was to report to platform 9 and ¾ to take the Hogwarts express to school.

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Upon his somewhat reluctant return to Grimmauld place Ranma was immediately met by Lu, as it turns out that he had managed to get some information out of Lucius Malfoy as well as received the deed for Malfoy Manner and a large chunk of the Malfoy family fortune.

Ranma followed Lu up to their shared room so they could discuss business without being interrupted. Shutting the door behind himself Ranma asked, "Do you want to put up a few charms or something or can we just settle for locking the door?"

Lu shrugged, he trusted everyone in the house not to disclose their secrets to any death eaters though it wouldn't really matter in the long run as it would eventually become public knowledge. Conjuring up two comfortable recliners he took one for himself and started, "I trust you had a good time?"

Hopping into the chair and using the lever to bring up the foot rest Ranma replied, "Yeah, I had a lot of fun and even learned a few things that will help me the next time I'm stuck being a girl for a few day's"

Lu nodded and said, "That's very good Master, while you were away I was eventually able to question Mr. Malfoy."

"Did he say anything important, like where all his death eater buddies hang out?"

Taking out his notes from the interrogation Lu responded, "It depends on how you look at it."

"Oh?"

"Yeas my Lord, he was able to give me a listing of fellow death eaters as well as a few safe houses. However, due to extenuating circumstances many of the names that he managed to give me are useless to the ministry."

Wondering on how that could be Ranma scratched the back of his head and asked, "Why's that?"

"Apparently most of the lower death eaters are not known by name. I was able to find out that only Voldemort's favored were well known and the rest are broken down into cells. Each cell is commanded by one of the favored usually the one whom brought them into Voldemort's service. So while I was able to gain the names of the inner circle death eaters, the knowledge does us no good."

Frowning because he was missing something Ranma inquired, "How's that? I mean if we have their name then we obviously know who they are and then it should just be a matter of capturing them."

Smiling slightly that Ranma was learning on how to do his job as warmaster Lu replied, "Well apparently, the majority of the inner circle of death eaters are already at Azkaban. Those who aren't are currently in hiding and only report to Voldemort when they are summoned. A few day's ago every safe house that Mr. Malfoy gave us was raided, there were only a few notable Dark objects and unfortunately no death eaters were present."

"So basically you're telling me that the majority of the information you were able to get does us absolutely no good." Ranma said while rubbing his temples. Looking up with a bit of frustration evident in his eyes Ranma asked, "Did we at least get the address of Timmy's hideout?"

Lu shook his head and replied, "No, evidently his hide out is currently protected under the fidlus charm and Lucius Malfoy was not the secret keeper. However, I was able to narrow down the general area but at the best it only brings it down to 100 square kilometers that we would have to search."

Ranma nodded and said, "Fine, I guess what we are going to have to do is once the Amazon and Musk get here, on the weekends we will have them team up with a phoenix and have them start searching the area."

"My Lord?" Lu asked not knowing what Ranma was planning.

"Well, I know that Amazons are skilled trackers and the Musk are supposedly just as good. So if I have them search the general area then even though they wouldn't be able to see the hide out they could still find distortions and if some of them are skilled enough with their ki then they might even be able to find them that way. Plus if I team them up with a member of the phoenix tribe then the phoenix can fly above them. That way whatever distortions that they fail to notice on the ground might be picked up in the air." Ranma stated matter of factly.

"How can you be certain that they can do this?"

"I can't, I just know that I was able to sense this place before I knew where it was. I couldn't see it but I knew something was here. So I'm guessing that if the warriors are good enough they should be able to find something."

Catching on to what Ranma was suggesting Lu finished, "And if they come across a suspicious area then that area can be marked on the map and investigated by specialists at a later time."

Looking rather smug Ranma nodded and said, "Yep." Pausing briefly his expression turned serous for a moment as he asked, "Did ya manage to get any more useful information out of the bastard."

Taking a look down at his notes Lu said, "Well, I did get the information on 4 junior death eaters. I also found out that while his son is willing to take up the dark mark his wife has still chosen to remain neutral. That might be to our advantage as we might be able to turn the mother by pressuring her son. But I should warn you that she could turn either way, especially if we go after her child as she is said to be a bit motherly concerning her son."

Ranma shook his head and replied, "We'll leave her be. I'm not about to blackmail people to do the right thing."

"Very well my lord…" rereading a section of his notes, Lu snapped his fingers and exclaimed, "I can't believe I almost forgot."

"What's that?"

"I was able to successfully inquire about Voldemort's financial resources. Mr. Malfoy explained that Voldemort has a large vault at his hideout where he keeps a massive amount of financial reserves that he had managed to collect from his followers over the years. Furthermore, there are lesser vaults at every safe house to ensure that funding will not be a problem."

Ranma nodded to himself in understanding, he guessed that if they were able to put enough of a stranglehold on Voldemort's funding that it would probably help in the war effort in the long run. Curiously he drawled out slowly, "Sooo, whose gonna collect the money?"

Lu shrugged and replied, "I don't know, I gave a copy of my interview notes to Madame Bones so I figure they probably acted on it by now as Mr. Malfoy has been detained for awhile. I know if they already haven't acted then the information is most likely useless by now as the death eaters have had time to clear the safe houses out."

"Well didn't Madame Bones just join the order?" Ranma inqueriered.

Lu shuffled slightly in his seat before responding, "Well that's the thing. There have been no Order meetings since you left. People still come in and report to Dumbledore when he's here but lately everything has become hush hush."

Ranma sat there silently for a few moments before asking, "Do you think that Dumbledore's intentionally attempting to keep Harry away from the meetings?"

"If I were to guess, that's what I would assume as everyone still receives the information they need and missions are still be handed out." Lu speculated.

"So what should we do about it?"

"Nothing my lord. We are allies and as such they can hardly keep information from us. If worse comes to worse, we shall keep master Harry informed ourselves. While I think this change is intentional, I believe that it is being done for Harry's sake as soon he will be in school and it would not be wise to distract him constantly with details that he can do nothing about, taking away his concentration away from his education."

Taking in a deep breath Ranma said, "Alright, this is what we are going to do, go through your notes and copy anything that you think Harry should know and give him a copy. Then I think we should enquire at the ministry to find out if they raided those safe houses or at least have them under watch… Now is there anything else?"

"The Ministry has approved our takeover of Malfoy Manor after they finish going through checking for dark objects. It was raided two nights ago so we should be taking possession within the next few days. I have already sent word to have an elder and a few potion masters from each Kingdom sent out here to help set up the school. Also I have received a list of potential squibs that would like to take the courses, all together there are about forty students for the first term."

Nodding in understanding Ranma added, "What about the funding?"

Lu sighed and replied, "Minister Fudge is still working on that. I do not know whether or not he is attempting to stall or not. However if worse comes to worse then we can always run the school at a temporary loss until we can figure out how much to charge for admission…" Raising his hand slightly to stall off what ever comment Ranma might have forthcoming Lu added, "I know… I know… The tuition fee's were already decided, but to boost attendance we might have to lower them forcing us to run the school at a loss for awhile until it starts to balance out."

Glancing down at his notes once more Lu resisted the urge to snap his fingers as he added, "Just a few more things. Transportation for your honor guard and exchange students have already been worked out, though I do not know what they are, just that they have already been taken care of. They are scheduled to arrive at Hogwarts sometime during the Sorting ceremony. I also received word that the council does not wish for them to become integrated into the different houses. I believe it is the council's intent to have the group being sent out to you to learn about unity and working together. To that end they have also informed me that every single student they send is a member of your personal Unit. Meaning you are to treat them as the warriors they are despite their ages. This doesn't mean, however that you have to send little children out on missions as in their villages they are still restricted until they hit fourteen."

Rising to his feet Ranma said, "That's fine Lu, good job. I don't know what I would do without you."

"You would do fine if not a bit rocky at first my lord."

Ranma waved him off and said, "Yeah, probably." Hearing his stomach release a fierce growl Ranma shrugged sheepishly and said, "Come on let's go see if there's something to eat in the kitchen."

End of chapter 10

I apologize for the shortness of this chapter, it's just mostly filler as the next chapter will start with the train ride and Ranma's arrival at Hogwarts.