Disclaimer:

I don't own anything related to the rights of Harry Potter or Warcraft.

Author's Notes:

Sorry this took so long, still dealing with a wall, and I've only been able to get out a little at a time.

Removed a tiny piece of information from chapter seven so things in this chapter would make more sense.

Congrats to ColdFang, who caught the RvB Reference last chapter.

No Beta, so all mistakes are my own.

(Aug. 20th, 2013) - Reworked and tweaked.

Publish Date: Mar. 26th, 2013

Update Date: Aug. 20th, 2013

Chapter Ten

Recruitment Part Two

Harry woke early the next morning and decided that he should start his meditating again. He still needed to check and see if his animagus form had changed, and while the usual sorting of memories every night was decent enough, he really wanted to thoroughly check his shields and make sure all of his memories were still secure. He had noticed a few minor changes to his mindscape since he came through the portal, and he wanted to make sure everything in his head was as it should be.

The rest of the group wandered out into the main room one at a time to see Harry sitting cross-legged on the floor, eyes closed, with Alurmi settled in his lap and watching over him. The others went about their business after calling out to him and not getting any response whatsoever, but kept an eye on him, just in case. A few hours later, Harry opened his eyes. He gently lifted Alurmi off of his lap and stood, stretching.

As Harry was stretching, there was a knock on the door. He walked over an opened it, stopping himself in surprise before he spoke to the giant armored blue barrel on legs on the other side of the door. He looked up... and up... and up a bit more, and said innocently, "You know, until one's right in front of you, you never really understand just how large a male Draenei is."

The male laughed loudly and replied with a smile, "And you never really notice how small a Human is until you've already stepped on one. I am Paladin Kriinos." Kriinos stepped to the side slightly and continued, "This is my sister, Priestess Karinaa. Prophet Velen asked us to come speak with you about joining your group." Kriinos was heavily armored in silver and gold plate armor, with a shield on his back and a sword on his hip. He had short brown hair and a goatee, in contrast to his sister's dark blue pigtails, horns that swept back along her head and white robes with light blue trim. While Kriinos seemed rather outgoing, his sister Karinaa was a bit shy, staying slightly behind her brother. Hopefully that would change in time.

Harry smiled and stepped back, opening the door wider and letting the two siblings into the suite. The two Draenei entered and looked around the room, taking in the people around the table. Kriinos hesitated for less than a second when he spotted Lyannara, he obviously knew what she was, but refrained from mentioning anything about it, which Harry was happy about. If they couldn't get along with the people he had already recruited, he wasn't sure he wanted them in such a new group to begin with. "So what have you been told about this organization?" Harry asked as the three of them sat down at the table with the others.

"Prophet Velen told us that you were going after the Burning Legion and the Lich King," Karinaa said softly. "That you were putting together... a group to protect all of Azeroth."

Harry smiled and replied, "That's correct. Here's what we've come up with so far, feel free to add any thoughts you have."

That evening, there was another knock on the door, and Harry got up to see who it was. He smiled as soon as he saw who was on the other side; Jessir and Arko'narin. "Hey you two," he said as he waved them in. "Where's Shandris?"

"She had to stay behind. They're still dealing with that information you passed along, and they needed her for some things," Jessir said. "She said she's sorry she can't join us, but she'll catch up in a few weeks."

Harry nodded and said, "Alright, we should have a solid base of operations set up by then, so it shouldn't be hard for her to find us. We have a few new additions to the group, by the way." He led the two Night elves over to the table and said, "This is Paladin Kriinos and Priestess Karinaa, they just joined us earlier today, Jaina is here as a representative of the Kirin Tor, whom I've apparently upset recently. Hopefully that will blow over soon. And this is Lyannara." He pointed out the members as he introduced them, who all smiled and nodded or waved, with the exception of Lyannara. She was thoroughly engrossed in a tattered, obviously handmade book with the title, "The Marauder's Massive Book of Mischief". A sudden bark of laughter from Lyannara attracted everyone's attention, and Harry asked, "What part?"

Lyannara looked up with eyes bright with amusement and simply said, "crescere ubera?"

Harry laughed loudly and replied, "Done right that is a good one."

Lyannara tilted her head and questioned, "Done right?"

"Tied to a detection ward with an activation to cast on any male that passes through it for as long as the ward lasts," Harry said with a wide grin.

Lyannara lost focus for a moment before laughing and saying, "I'd pay to see that. You should have added that to the entrance to the Beer Garden in Dalaran before you were banned."

Harry's grin turned positively wicked and he said, "Timer spells are quite useful as well."

Lyannara started laughing uproariously and Jaina sighed, asking, "Do I even want to know?"

Harry turned to her and said, "I have two words for you. Plausible. Deniability."

Jaina sighed again and shook her head. "As much as I miss the old Lyannara, I think it might have been a massive mistake getting the two of you together. I'm not sure Azeroth can handle it."

"Dare I ask what else you left?" Lyannara asked between chuckles.

"Timed charms on seats, tables, mugs, walls, and shrubbery. The seats will randomly bite, tables will flip upside-down, mugs will start singing, walls are going to start gossiping, and shrubbery will be dancing. All at once," Harry replied with a straight face. "Oh, and that waitress we both hate will be randomly turning into a bitch every time she acts like one. Again."

Lyannara couldn't stop laughing, and Jaina just closed her eyes, glad she was away so she didn't have to deal with that. Everyone else was staring at Harry as if he was insane. He looked around and said, "Prank spells are a birthright for me, and it's been a long time since I've let out my Marauder side. And to be honest, you have no idea just how useful they can be in a fight as well."

Lyannara suddenly asked, "Wait, you wrote this book?"

Harry smiled sadly and shook his head. "My dad, godfather, and honorary uncle started it. I inherited the mantle when I completed an important step, though. All my additions are in the back, along with some notations and additions throughout."

"These are definitely people I'd like to meet. They seem hilarious," Lyannara said.

"They're all dead now," Harry said sadly. "I'm the last Marauder... running, so to speak."

The smile fell from Lyannara's face. "I'm sorry."

Harry shook he head and walked over, whispering in her ear, "I might be able to introduce you one day," leaving her quite confused. He straightened up and said to the occupants of the room, "Well, Jaina says she's going to make us a portal to Stormwind in the morning, which is better than my original plan of portkeys and boats."

Jessir, Arko'narin and Alurmi, the only ones with any experience with portkeys, shuddered. "I don't like those things," Jessir said. "They make me sick."

Harry nodded and said quite seriously, "I know. I hate boats too," causing the three of them to look at him oddly. "I'm not going to be dealing with Wrynn or the Dwarven Council just yet. For one, I highly doubt they'd take me seriously, and I really don't think I can handle much more politics without killing someone."

Jaina laughed and said jokingly, "Too bad you aren't a noble, things would be a lot easier then."

Harry smiled and said, "Where I'm from, I am."

Jaina stopped laughing and looked at him intensely, asking, "Are you serious?"

Harry nodded and replied, "I am Lord Potter of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter and Lord Black of the Ancient and Noble House of Black. My full name is Harry James Potter-Black. I had two hereditary seats in the government body and was the head of two of the top three most influential families in our government."

Lyannara wrinkled her nose and said, "You were a politician?"

Harry laughed and replied, "Not a chance. I put proxies I trusted in place that could deal with the political arena. I would have caused an incident. I nearly did in the one and only meeting I attended."

"Why did you leave if you were so influential?" Jaina asked curiously.

The atrocities flashing in his mind and the screams echoing in his ears lasted less than a second, and Harry replied simply, "Personal reasons." He suddenly looked far older than he was, tired and worn down.

No one present wanted to ask what caused the sudden shift, so Jaina changed the subject and said, "Well, we have a long day tomorrow, we should get some sleep." She turned to Harry and asked, "Are you still planning on recruiting a few more people in Stormwind tomorrow?"

Harry looked up and nodded, saying, "I am. Just one or two people though, with Coria and Alana recruiting as well, we should have enough to take Karazhan."

Arko'narin looked at him and asked incredulously, "Karazhan?"

Harry blinked owlishly and replied, "Oh, right. Time to catch you two up."

Harry woke early the next morning and started preparing for the trip to Stormwind. He settled out the tab with the innkeeper, and transferred five thousand gold into a bag for gathering supplies. Time went quickly for him once he started his meditations, and as soon as he was finished, Jaina made a portal and they all began the next leg of their journey.

After stepping through the portal into Stormwind, Harry turned to Jaina and asked, "So where would be a good place to start recruiting?"

Jaina frowned in thought and replied, "Old Town might be the best district to start with, but we should be careful there. I might be able to pull a few strings and call in a favor or two and get an audience with Shaw, but that's risky."

"Why is that risky? And who is Shaw?" Harry questioned.

"Shaw is the leader of SI:7, Stormwind's intelligence agency. It's risky because he's very good at what he does, and it would tip our hand rather quickly." Jaina said.

Harry was silent, his eyes shifting side to side in thought. After a moment he spoke, "Let me handle Shaw, I have a few tricks he's never seen. Where would be a good place to meet up with you all?"

Jaina looked at him for a moment and said, "The Pig and Whistle Tavern is in Old Town, close to the SI:7 Headquarters. It's a good place to start recruiting if necessary."

Harry nodded and said, "Alright then, while your out and about today, start spreading the word on where we'll be and that we're recruiting a few new members." He handed the bag of gold to Meridia and said, "That's half of what we discussed the other day. I'm more interested in speed than saving gold for this one. Take the others with you and I'll meet you at the tavern when I'm done." With that, he shimmered and disappeared from sight.

After the initial shock wore off, Meridia said, "Well he sure knows how to make an exit. Come on, we have a lot of supplies to get and something tells me that his meeting isn't going to be as quick as we expect."

It took Harry twenty minutes to find a quiet corner, forty to gather what he needed from his trunks and brush up on a few skills, fifteen minutes to secure the alley he was going to leave his bag in, half an hour to make it to the SI:7 Headquarters, fifteen to work his way up to Shaw's office, and an hour waiting against the wall for Shaw to finally close his door. Harry silently cast several locking charms on the now closed door and privacy wards around the room to ensure a one-on-one meeting, thanking Merlin the entire time for disillusionment, silencing and notice-me-not charms.

Harry had prepared for this meeting, putting on his old Unspeakable robes, complete with multiple face and voice obscuring charms, brushed up on his illusion spells and put together a redacted packet of information from what he gathered when he arrived on Azeroth. He had been using legilimency on Shaw to get a feel for what kind of person he was and what to expect from him while he was waiting, as well as any information that might give him an advantage. This meeting was far too delicate to leave anything to chance. In a perfect world, he would have taken upwards of a week to gather the information he needed and prepare for something like this, but he would deal with what he had. Once he had everything ready and his illusions weaved and ready to activate, he made his way to where he wanted to be, levitated the packet of information high above the spy's desk, and began the meeting by letting it drop.

Master Mathias Shaw was having a rather strange week. Reports had been coming in about a new group forming, supposedly made of members of both the Alliance and the Horde, and led by a young human that, according to reports, was nothing more than a walking weapon of mass destruction. Reports from operatives on Mount Hyjal mentioned this human meeting with the leaders of the Horde, Ysera, and a number of Night Elves, including General Shandris Feathermoon. Other reports put him in the company of Jaina Proudmoore at the Exodar and meeting with Prophet Velen, and still others that he was accidentally killed by Lady Tyrande Whisperwind's guard.

A stack of papers crashing down onto his desk caused Mathias to roll away to the side, drawing his daggers and backing against the wall, looking around the room for intruders. Suddenly, a large red padded chintz chair popped into existence in front of his desk, and a seated figure appeared in a swirl of smoke. The person was wearing loose dark grey and black robes with a hood pulled up, and its face was shrouded in pitch black shadows, only revealing bright, glowing emerald eyes.

Mathias threw a dagger at the figure.

The person vanished in another puff of black smoke, leaving his dagger buried into the back of the brand new chair. Another swirl of smoke and the figure was back, this time leaning against his desk. "Tsk, tsk. Well that was rather rude," the figure spoke. It's voice was unidentifiable. Male, female, young and strong, old and raspy and everything in between, all rolled together and layered in such a way that none of it was distinguishable as a main voice. "Throwing knives at a guest before they have a chance to speak. I know that's not something grandmother Pathonia taught you. Rule number seventy-three. Find out all you can from a person before you kill someone if you have the time. You never know when the information will be useful."

A second thrown dagger and two more plumes of smoke and the person was now leaning against the wall. "Well aren't we off to a spectacular start."

Another dagger, and Mathias moved to the door in an attempt to get some backup. He pulled on the handle, but it wouldn't budge, so he put his back to it and kicked against it, believing that the noise would attract some attention and gain him some assistance.

"No one's going to hear that," the figure said, leaning against the wall not two feet away from him. A swing with his blade and another plume of smoke. "I made sure this would be a private meeting," the person said from his other side. Another swing and now the figure was leaning against the wall behind his desk. "Just how many daggers do you have on your person? Never mind." The figure waved his hand and suddenly every blade on his person and hidden around the room went flying out the window. The person moved around Mathias' desk, sat in the new chair, and said, "Have a seat Master Shaw. We have some things to discuss."

Master Mathias Shaw was having a rather strange week indeed.

Three hours after Harry left, Meridia and Alurmi were in the Stormwind Auction House. They had split the gold up and paired off, everyone heading out to different locations to get supplies. Kriinos and Karinaa were off in the Dwarven Quarter gathering armor repair kits and ammunition, Arko'narin and Jessir were gathering food and water, and Jaina and Lyannara were gathering whatever miscellaneous supplies they could gather, Jaina from the Mage Quarter and Lyannara from her contacts in the Black Market.

The Auction House was a bit slow today, but the two were glad for that, it gave them the time to really look over the massive lists along the walls. The lists were magical papers tied to a master book that listed the items up for auction and who was selling it, along with a description of the items and the enchantments on them, relative quality, current bid price and how much the item was to simply buy it immediately.

The two were going over the pages of auctions and buying out items they would need, Alurmi making the purchases and Meridia keeping track of what they had spent and what they had left. Between the two of them, they were making the money they had go as far as possible. After they made sure they had everything they needed, they started going back over the list for materials and a few items being sold for far less than they were actually worth, purchasing them as well to possibly resell after they managed to gain a base of operations. For this part, they mainly stuck to raw materials, figuring they could make potions and items out of them for the group and sell the excess supplies to gather funds for the organization.

"How much do we have left?" Alurmi asked.

Meridia's response was immediate. "Two hundred and forty-seven gold. I managed to make these coins go further because they were 'rare' and no one has seen them before, as well as being larger and heavier than the normal Alliance coins."

Alurmi looked impressed and asked quietly, "How much were they worth?"

"One gold and fifty-five silver," Meridia said with a smirk. "Better than my original estimate, but not quite as much as I was trying for."

"That's still impressive," Alurmi replied. "I wonder if the others managed as much."

Meridia scowled and responded, "They better not have gone below one gold and twenty silver for them. I told them that was the minimum they were worth."

Alurmi giggled and said, "True. Let's finish up here and get to the tavern. They'll hold our purchases for up to three days while we arrange storage and transport. I made sure to tell the others to inquire about similar services at the vendors they went to."

Meridia nodded in agreement, and the two continued to make their purchases.

Karinaa and Kriinos were finishing up, having the same idea as Meridia and Alurmi. They had quite a bit left after gathering their supply list for the group, and went back around and bought up some raw materials at a good discount for buying in bulk, along with cheap pieces of scrap that Kriinos could melt down and reforge into bars or equipment. After arranging to pick up their purchases later, the two headed towards the tavern to meet up with the rest of their new group.

"What do you think about the rest of the group, Krii?" Karinaa asked softly.

Kriinos turned to his sister and responded, "Individually or as a whole?"

"Both," Karinaa said with a shrug.

Kriinos thought for a moment and replied, "They seem like good people, we both know of Jaina's reputation, so that's simple. I'm most worried about the warlock, however. I can see Harry trusts her, but I don't know why. According to him, she joined the group the day before we did, and I don't know what happened to garner that trust. It's too early to make conclusive decisions about anyone, though. As a whole, I think they will go far, and I get the feeling that Harry is testing all of us out for the core group of his organization, his lieutenants so to speak."

Karinaa nodded and questioned, "Wait and see?"

"Wait and see," Kriinos said with a nod.

Jaina was walking towards the tower in the middle of the Mage Quarter to meet up with Lyannara after she finished her shopping and arranged for pick-up later. She had been able to get a decent discount due to her reputation, along with a decent exchange rate for the coins. She sat on a bench at the base of the tower and waited for her friend, thinking over what she knew about Harry.

Twenty minutes later, Lyannara limped into view, sporting a bloody lip and a bruised cheek. Jaina sighed at the familiar sight and walked over to her friend. "What happened this time?" she asked.

Lyannara looked up and smirked, wincing a bit at the movement of her lip, and replied, "A few of the guys got a bit cheeky and far too grabby. It's dealt with. I stashed the purchases at my safehouse."

The mage sighed and said, "We should get you to the cathedral and get you healed up. I don't think Harry will leave it at 'it's dealt with'. He doesn't seem the type."

Lyannara nodded in agreement. "He was holding back at the Beer Garden, you know. He told me that he stuck to those prank spells because he didn't want to cause an incident and make problems for you. If it had been up to him, things might have been a bit more... bothersome, and likely permanent."

"Why do you think that?" Jaina questioned.

Lyannara shook her head and replied, "He doesn't handle prejudice well. He doesn't like it at all. It's why he's so hard on everyone in the group about it. You didn't see how he looked when that woman spoke." She shivered, looked over at Jaina and continued seriously, "It was terrifying. I don't ever want him to look at me like that, I don't think I could handle it."

"All the more reason to get you healed up before he sees you," Jaina sighed.

Lyannara shook her head. "They won't heal me ever since their leader hit on me and I refused him. They're getting far too political and far less pious," She spat out. "I'm blacklisted there now."

Jaina scowled at that. It was just wrong on so many various levels. She looked back at Lyannara intending to push the issue and saw the resolve on her friend's face. She sighed and said, "Fine then. But you get to deal with Harry when he sees you."

Lyannara smiled wickedly and winced a bit at the movement, saying, "I'll handle it."

Suddenly, Jaina was intensely curious as to how her friend would do that.

"How are you feeling now that the voice is gone?" Jessir asked her student. After making their report, Lady Whisperwind had been told about what had been happening with Arko'narin. Tyrande had taken Arko'narin off to speak with privately, and they were unreachable for more than a day. While Jessir didn't know what happened between the two, Arko had told her that she was okay, at least for a while.

Arko'narin looked at her mentor and smiled. "Much better. More like myself now."

Jessir smiled back and said, "Good. Lets finish up here and meet up with the others. I have a feeling tomorrow will be spent gathering up all of our supplies."

"Should we look into getting a wagon for travel and keeping things seperate? It would be a good thing to have for supplies if Harry isn't around to work his magic," Arko'narin stated.

Jessir thought about it for a moment and replied, "It is. We'll bring the idea up when we meet up with him later. Wagons and horses are a bit expensive to maintain, and he's the one issuing all the funds for this from his own pocket."

Arko'narin nodded in agreement. The two of them had a rather large budget to work with, with rather little in the way of guidelines and restrictions. They both loved that part. They loved being Sentinels, but they were much more stringent on supplies and equipment. Harry, on the other hand, flat-out told them that if it was useful, then they should get it if they could, trusting their judgement on purchases. He did tell all of them that they should at least be able to somewhat justify the miscellaneous items not on the lists they were given, though. It was a different experience for the two career soldiers.

"I think that's everything," Jessir said, looking over the list. "Let's head to the tavern and meet up with the others. We'll most likely be making a day of gathering everything up tomorrow."

Arko'narin nodded and followed her mentor towards Old Town.

"So what exactly do I call you?" Mathias Shaw asked cautiously. The unknown figure was just that; an unknown. He had no idea what he or she wanted, what they looked like, how they operated, or anything else. The person was obviously skilled, however, to make it all the way into his office, ensure privacy, and get the drop on him.

"You can call me Watcher," the figure said. "I want to speak to you about this new organization."

Mathias narrowed his eyes and responded, "Are you a member? The Worldwalkers isn't it?"

Watcher nodded and replied, "No, I am not a member, but their goals are similar to mine. Namely the end of the Burning Legion and the Lich King." Watcher continued, "I managed to place one of my best members in their organization to keep an eye on how things develop. I'd recommend that you do the same."

"And what organization do you represent?" Mathias asked.

Watcher stared at Mathias for a moment before replying, "My organization is known as The Unspeakables." Watcher raised his hand to forestall Mathias' next question and continued, "And you have never heard of us because there has never been a reason for you to. We are far, far more selective than even the Stormwind Assassins."

Mathias stared at Watcher for a moment and questioned, "Why should I put a member of my own in their group?"

Watcher chuckled and replied, "Are you really willing to let a brand new organization form without even attempting to get inside information on them?" Watcher stood and snapped his fingers, vanishing the chair he had been sitting on into nothingness. "According to my information, they will be at the Pig and Whistle Tavern for a while. By all reports, this Harry seems to be pretty honest with his members. Send your person as an official attachment and you'll likely get quite a bit more than you would by simply spying," Watcher added with a vague wave of his hand. With that, the figure snapped once more, causing the door to swing open, and disappeared.

Mathias sat there for a moment in thought before striding to the door and calling for one of his best agents.

On the way out, a disillusioned Harry cast a number of memory modification charms on everyone in the building. As far as everyone else was concerned, Harry had come by to have a chat with Mathias and was told he was busy and not receiving visitors. He made his way back to the alley he left his bag down and shed his Unspeakable robes, dropping them in a trunk and removing a shrunken book that he put in his pocket, and packed everything back up. He swung his backpack over his shoulders and dropped the wards and protections on the alley before making his way to the tavern to meet up with the others.

It didn't take him long to find it, and he headed inside, found a large table on the second floor, and started warding it for privacy and security. As far as anyone else was concerned, the people at the table would simply be trading stories and they wouldn't want to pay attention to them. As soon as he was done, he sat down near the railing so he could see the floor below and keep an eye out for the rest of his group.

The first pair to arrive was Jessir and Arko'narin, immediately followed by Karinaa and Kriinos. He waved them up to the table and the four grabbed drinks at the bar before climbing the stairs and taking a seat.

"You all seem surprisingly empty handed for having spent quite a bit of time gathering supplies," Harry said jokingly with a grin.

Kriinos smiled and said, "Funny story really. We were juggling the massive amount of items on our heads, when suddenly a gnome popped out of nowhere and released a large chicken. The guards weren't having any luck fighting it, so we thought we'd lend a hand. We started throwing the items at the chicken, but the armor kits and scraps stuck to the giant bird, and it swallowed up the ammunition. Well, apparently nature works quite quickly when it comes to huge demonic chickens, and it started firing the ammunition at everything. Long story short, there's a massive, well-armored demonic chicken out there firing arrows and bullets behind it everywhere it goes, and the Dwarven Quarter will never look the same. On the plus side, fertilizer prices have plummeted."

By the end of the story, Jessir and Arko'narin were staring at Kriinos oddly, Harry couldn't stop laughing at the mental picture, and Karinaa was shaking her head in annoyance. The Draenei priestess sighed and cuffed her brother across the head, saying, "Don't listen to the idiot. We couldn't carry everything, so we arranged to pick it all up either later today or tomorrow at the latest."

Kriinos sniffed, looked down his nose at his sister and said imperiously, "My story was a far better rendition of events." Karinaa slowly turned to her brother and glared at him. Kriinos slid his chair away from her and added, "But I suppose it might be a touch untrue." At Karinaa's raised eyebrow, Kriinos threw his hands in the air and continued, "Fine, it was a complete fabrication, but it was far more humorous than the truth."

Harry chuckled and said, "To be honest, I'd take the loss of the coin if I could see that in person."

Kriinos smiled brightly and said, "See! At least someone has a sense of humor!" Karinaa just sighed at her brother's antics and shook her head.

Just then, the rest of the party entered the tavern. Harry started to wave them up and froze, scowling dangerously at the way Lyannara was limping and the bruise on her cheek and busted lip. He needed to talk to her anyway, but first he was going to find out what happened. He spun away from the table and stalked down the steps, stopping in front of Lyannara. "What happened?" Harry demanded.

Lyannara grinned and winced, saying, "Nothing I couldn't handle. It's taken care of."

Harry glared at her for a moment before pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh. "Fine. But we're going to talk. Now." He turned to Jaina and said, "We'll be back shortly. Head on up."

Lyannara winced at the tone and followed Harry out of the tavern. "Look, it's no big deal. It's the risk everyone takes when they deal with the Black Market."

Harry turned and glared. "New rule. No one goes anywhere without backup. I'll let the others know when we get back."

"That's not really possible there," Lyannara sighed. "They don't handle new people well. What's the big deal anyway?"

Apparently that was the wrong question to ask. Harry spun on his heel and snarled out, "No one fucks with one of mine. Full stop."

Lyannara stumbled to a stop, eyes wide. She opened her mouth to say something, but found nothing to say. Harry spun back around and stalked off, leaving Lyannara to catch up with him. When she did she asked, "One of yours?"

Harry just nodded and continued walking. After a moment he found an empty alleyway and led the warlock into it for some privacy. He turned around and took a deep breath to calm himself and asked, "How bad are you hurt?"

Lyannara shrugged in response and answered, "Just bruised. It'll heal in a few days." She smirked and added, "I don't think you drug me into an alley for some fun, so what did you want the privacy to talk about?"

Harry stared into her eyes for a long moment, as if judging her for something. Finally he turned and raised his wand, casting for several minutes. Lyannara felt the magic roll off of him in pulses and settle in a small bubble around them. As soon as he was done, he said, "You can't tell anyone about what I'm about to tell you. Anyone at all, not even Jaina." Harry snorted and muttered, "Especially not her." He sighed and continued, "I need your word that this doesn't go beyond the two of us until I tell you otherwise."

This time Lyannara stared at Harry in judgement. Harry was the first person that really defended her being a warlock. Even Jaina had made a few remarks and let things slide more than she should have over the years. Sure, Jaina was civil with her, but they were nothing like they once were. Seeing just how serious he was about whatever this was, she nodded slowly and said, "Whatever this is stays between us. I swear it."

Harry nodded and said, "I'm starting a second group, outside of The Worldwalkers. I can't officially do some things as a public figure, so this second organization is designed to take care of those things. Problem is, I need a second in command, someone to make appearances either to me or in my presence, or people will put the pieces together rather quickly."

Lyannara stared at him in shock. Finally she said, "What, you want me to recommend someone?"

Harry snorted and replied, "No. I want you to be my second in command."

Lyannara's jaw dropped in shock. After a moment she asked, "And if I say no?"

"Then I remove this conversation from your memory and we leave here with you thinking that I was questioning you about your contacts in the Black Market," Harry said with a shrug.

Lyannara looked horrified. Remove her memory? While she could see the reasons from a security standpoint, it seemed wrong on so many levels. "Am I the first person you've approached about this?" At Harry's nod, she asked, "Why me?"

"You remind me of myself," Harry replied. "And I think that this is something you could excel at. I'll have to teach you quite a bit of my kind of magic, and you have the discipline to not let the power corrupt you. A lot of the skills I'm going to be teaching you have massive potential for abuse."

Lyannara thought for a moment and nodded. "I'm in."

Harry grinned and said, "Good. The first thing you're going to start learning is this." He pulled a tiny book out of his pocket and enlarged it, handing it to her. Lyannara took the book from him and read the title, Occluding the Mind. She opened it and read the introduction, eyes widening at the implications. She looked up at Harry, the question on her mind in her eyes. Harry nodded and said, "I'm a master at both arts. I try not to intrude, but some thoughts get broadcast and it's impossible not to pick them up. Now, rules." Harry looked at her seriously and continued, "One, everything I teach you must be kept secret. Some of these spells and skills can not fall into anyone else's hands. Two, no one can know about mine or your involvement in this organization. We're called Unspeakables, by the way. Three, if you're on Unspeakable business, you wear our robes over your current ones, and you don't carry anything identifiable. Four, if we're in our Unspeakable uniform, we only refer to each other in codenames. Mine is Watcher, we'll come up with yours later. There will be more later, but those are the basics. Now let's head back."

Lyannara nodded and slid the book into her bag, determined to not let him down.

"Hey you two. Where did you head off to?" Alurmi asked as Harry and Lyannara sat down at the table. Harry opened his mouth to answer, but Lyannara beat him to it.

"Down an alleyway for some crazy wild monkey sex."

Harry did his utmost best to keep a straight face and not laugh at the look on everyone's face, he really did, but Alurmi spoke up and he broke down laughing.

"And you didn't invite me?"

Lyannara shook her head and said sadly, "You really need to practice keeping a straight face, Harry. You didn't even let me get to the part with the donkey and glow-in-the-dark paint."

Harry shook his head and continued to chuckle. "Anyway, on to business. I take it everyone arranged to pick up everything tomorrow?"

Everyone at the table nodded and Arko'narin spoke up. "Jessir and I were wondering if getting a wagon and a couple horses would be worth it. It would make transport and travel easier on us as a group."

Harry thought for a bit and nodded. "We probably should, and I have some ideas for making a wagon more comfortable. We'll have to make some modifications, though." He started planning out charms and protections in his head. "We still need to recruit a couple more people, first. Any other business before we start that?"

"How did your meeting with Mathias go?" Jaina asked curiously.

"Didn't get one," Harry said, shaking his head. "Apparently he was busy and not to be disturbed." He shrugged and continued, "Not really worried about it, it was more of a secondary concern than anything else. I can always try again later. Did everyone gather everything on their lists?"

Everyone nodded and Meridia added, "Alurmi and I purchased some things that we can resell for a good profit later, along with a number of raw materials we can store and use later or resell as well."

Karinaa nodded and said, "We did as well."

"Good thinking. I'm sure that will come in handy later and it's a good start on supplying us for the long-term. Anyone else?" Harry asked the group.

Lyannara leaned forward and said, "My contacts wouldn't let me arrange for pickup later, not that I'd trust them that far anyway. I stashed everything I bought in my house here in the city. I figure we can stay there tonight and use that place to sort through everything tomorrow and get it stored properly."

Harry nodded in agreement. "So we have somewhere secure to store and sort things for this expedition. We'll start on that early tomorrow. For now though, we wait and see if spreading the word is going to yield any results. I'm dropping the wards now, so watch what you say from here on out." Harry waved his wand and the magically sensitive people at the table felt the magics dissipate.

Potential after potential approached the group, only to be rebuffed after a legilimency scan. Some were thieves, others didn't have the mindset to do well in the core group, and still others were looking to simply ride on their coattails and coast by with minimal work. It was two hours later that the first two that had the makings of members arrived at the table. One was a burly dwarf with long red hair and a giant fiery beard, a scar down one side of his face, clad in plate armor and carrying two massive battle-axes. His partner was a male gnome with a wide grin, red goggles on his head, and wearing a robe that was almost too long for him.

"I hear ye be recruitin'," the male dwarf said in a gruff voice. "I'm Garrim Thunderaxe, and this be my partner, Hagin Geargrinder."

"Salutations!" Hagin piped in with a wave.

A quick legilimency scan from Harry showed that these two had the makings of solid members. He smiled and said, "Have a seat." As soon as they were settled, Harry made the introductions to the rest of the group and asked his first question. "So how do you two feel about members of the Horde?"

Garim shrugged and said, "Don't reallae matter ta me much, long as I ain't bein' attacked by 'em."

Hagin frowned and added, "I don't much care for goblins." He snorted in derision and continued, "Calling themselves engineers. Other than that, I'm the same as my friend."

"Could you work with members of the Horde amicably towards a common goal?" Harry asked seriously, still using light legilimency to detect any lies.

The two looked at each other for a moment and shrugged. "Depends on the goal," Hagin said.

Harry leaned back and replied, "The destruction of the Burning Legion and the Lich King."

Garrim whistled lowly and said, "'At's a mighty high goal. Ye reallae think ye can manage it?" Harry simply nodded and Garrim leaned back in thought. After a moment he said, "'En I can manage workin' wit' just 'bout anyone."

"Even goblins," Hagin added seriously.

After a moment of regarding the two, Harry grinned and said, "Then welcome to The Worldwalkers." He tossed the two new members their tabards and added, "We're gearing up for an expedition to acquire a base of operations. We've already bought supplies and spare equipment, and we're picking it all up and sorting it out tomorrow."

The two new members unfurled the tabards and looked them over. It was an emerald green piece of cloth with a white outline of Azeroth and border embroidered in it with a white lily, a grey wolf, a black dog, and a white stag at the North, West, East, and South points respectively. The two long-time partners nodded at the design and slipped the fabric over their armor.

The group sat around and got to know each other better when someone tapped Harry on the shoulder. He turned and saw a woman in black and grey leather armor with two daggers strapped to her hips. She had long blonde hair hanging loosely down to her shoulders and bright blue eyes. "Are you the leader of The Worldwalkers?" she asked him.

Harry looked at her for a moment and said, "Yes, I am. What can I do for you?" He absently noted the rest of the group lay hands on their weapons, readying for a scuffle.

Apparently the woman noticed as well. She took a half-step back and said, "Easy. Mathias Shaw sent me. He apologizes for not being able to see you earlier, he was apparently in a rather intense and unexpected meeting when you showed up." She turned to Jaina and added, "He also wanted me to say that you still owe him fifty silver and a deck of cards."

Jaina relaxed and said, "It's fine, Harry."

Harry blinked and turned to Jaina curiously. At her insistent nod, he turned back to the woman and said, "Nice. Three part key phrase I take it?"

The woman looked rather surprised at having that called out. "Yes, actually. How did you know?"

Harry just grinned and replied, "So what can I do for you?"

She shook her head and said, "I'm Jasmine Nightshade. I'm supposed to see about joining your group as an attachment to SI:7."

Harry took a moment to gently probed her mind, looking for inconsistencies and any future problems that might come up. When he was done he spoke, "Alright then, consider this your try-out," causing the woman to smile brightly.