Chapter 10

Potter House

Harry and Hannah appeared in the middle of a chaotic scene. Pansy was yelling at Lavender to shut up while simultaneously arguing with the Muggle soldier they had met earlier.

"…..YOU ARE NOT GOING LAVENDER" was aimed at Lavender before she turned to Sergeant Hayes" AND NEITHER ARE YOU SO SHUT UP."

"They could be wounded or need help. Just send me back and I'll keep a lookout until they come back," replied Michael in a reasonable sounding voice.

"It's all over bar the shouting, if you were to go back now the ministry would probably try to wipe your memory," interjected Harry from where he and Hannah stood unnoticed by those in the room.

"Harry, Hannah thanks, Morgana you're safe," said Pansy in a more normal tone of voice "These two idiots were trying to go back to help."

"Thanks, guys but Pansy was right to say no," offered Hannah with a smile to offset the rebuke. "Now let's go have something to eat and then we can get everyone off home. How are your wife and daughter Mister….?"

"Michael Hayes, Michael to my friends. Evie and Melissa are a bit shaken up, but we weren't hurt or anything. I think they're downstairs making a cup of tea with Dobie?"

"Dobby" corrected Harry with a smile, "That sounds like an excellent idea, you should clean up and join them. Hannah will take you down and I'll pack away the gear, clean up and then join you all downstairs. "

Harry watched Hannah lead everyone out before he moved to pick up the weapons on the floor. As he unloaded the first rifle and broke it for later cleaning he was surprised to see his hands weren't shaking. Previously he had felt stressed and anxious after his fights. Today he'd killed again and he did so with his bare hands. Yet he felt no remorse. Yes, it was a pity that innocents had died, yes it would be better if all the Death Eaters gave themselves up to the Auror's and sort out redemption. But they hadn't, they had made their choices and now they had paid for them. Harry shrugged and continued to unload and rack their weapons.

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Michael frowned as he turned to face Harry. "So let me get this straight, this Ministry of Magic is corrupt and your society is engaged in a terrorist war with this Voldemort character. Who wants to kill or subjugate all the rest of us and the headmaster of my daughter's nominal school is involved in this shit fight with his own private army. There is NO friggin way Evie is going to Hogwarts."

"Daddy!" complained, Evie.

Harry half smiled at the eleven-year-olds reaction, "Michael I agree the situation is shitty. BUT there are things you haven't taken into account. Evie is a witch, it's not a career choice you are or you are not. She has magical ability and regardless of the situation she needs training." Harry held a hand up to halt Michael's retort, "I'm just saying consider her, no your options. There are other magical schools that are far away from Voldemort. Schools where Evie can learn to harness her powers. One of my best friends is now attending school at Salem Institute in the States."

Michael acknowledged Harry's point with a nod. He paused for a moment, unsure if his question would be appreciated. Before he bit the bullet and asked. "But why are you involved in this Harry, why are any of you involved in this. I'm grateful you saved us, but you're teenagers, you should be in school yourselves."

Harry looked a bit taken back by the question and Michael was about to apologise for asking when Hannah spoke up. "I understand why you've asked the question, but I need to ask you a question first. Do you really want the answer? The story is pretty bad and all of us have our own ugly stories of how we got to here."

Michael shared a glance with Melissa she nodded slightly. "Yes, we want the answer, if only because I need to understand. If, as you say this is Evie's world then we had better understand it, good and bad."

Harry turned to the Hayes's "My story started when my parents were murdered….."

Melissa Hayes didn't know what to think, her shopping trip had turned into a battle. Now they were having tea and apparently staying the night with four teenagers who seemed to be some sort of militia. She had been a nurse practitioner before having Evie and she still kept up with the latest medical news. So she was well aware of mutants and the science behind their abilities and so she was able to follow that element of the teens unfolding story. It was the magical element that she was struggling with. Finding out her daughter was a witch had been a shock. Finding out through a nightmarish experience that the wizarding world was essentially at war was horrifying. Still they had, thanks to their hosts survived. So she sat with her sleeping daughter in her lap listening and thanking god almighty that he had saved her family, no matter how strange his tools.

Michael Hayes was a career soldier; he'd joined the regular army at sixteen and nine months and never looked back. After seven years, he had joined the Special Air Service as a Corporal. He considered himself a well trained, professional specialist and by his own lights a tough, resilient man. Yet he'd been helpless as he lay screaming from some terrorist magic. He had been unable to protect his family. Then fortune smiled on him in the form of four teenagers.

Yet as he listened to their stories he began to feel sick. Society had let these kids down, and that was putting it mildly. They'd collectively dealt with rape, violence and betrayal. Rather than flee and live free in a safer country they were fighting an impossible battle for justice in the wizarding world, a fight where allies were thin on the ground.

He could never repay Harry and Hannah for what they had saved but considering their task maybe he could work off the debt that he was now sure they wouldn't even acknowledge. Michael cleared his throat "Harry you said that you and Hannah had undertaken some martial arts and weapons training. Perhaps I might be able to offer you some help."

"Help?" echoed Harry.

"Specialised help, I'm a Colour Sergeant with the SAS Harry. So believe me when I say I and some people I know may well be able to help you with training and tactics. I even know a few people who've worked with mutants that have helped out the Government from time to time."

Harry looked to Hannah and the girls as he considered Michael's words. Was he serious? It was an absolute god send if he was.

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12 Grimmauld Place – London

"How is Remus Poppy?" asked Dumbledore as the exhausted mediwitch walked in to the main reception room.

The Mediwitch sunk in to a chair. "He's has a broken jaw and a depressed skull fracture and he lost a fair bit of blood, all healing nicely, thanks to Mister Lupin's regenerative powers. He is awake and fairly coherent. What I can't understand is how Harry hit him so hard."

"Harry, Harry Potter?" asked Dumbledore.

"That's what Remus said when he woke up," replied Poppy.

A harried looking Kingsley Shacklebolt walked in to the room and immediately sat down. "I've got the report Albus, it's a bloody mess. We've got seven Death Eater's in the holding cells, and another fourteen of them lying dead in Diagon Alley. There may be more of them, the on duty Auror's are still sweeping the Alley."

"The Auror's killed fourteen?" asked Arthur from where he leaned against the wall.

Shacklebolt scratched at his bald scalp before answering "No the Auror's were delayed and arrived after we did. The survivors are saying four figures were dressed in black. One muggleborn's parents said they looked like soldiers and were using muggle firearms."

"I find that unlikely," replied Dumbledore.

Shacklebolt looked frustrated as he answered, "Well so far ten of the dead Death Eaters have been shot and there's no magic that I know of that can replicate a bullet."

"And how were the others killed?" asked Dumbledore.

"At least two had their throats torn out," explained Shacklebolt.

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Room 313 - St Aidan's Military Hospital – Manchester

"We don't know what caused his injuries it certainly wasn't weapons fire but regardless he was in a bad way. He's bloody lucky your lad's found him Captain," the doctor made another notation on their mystery man's chart before nodding at the uniformed officer and exiting the room.

Captain George Johnston studied their unconscious guest. He did look better even if he hadn't woken. He felt a little responsible for the man his men had found on an exercise in Borsdane Wood. Poor bastard looked like he'd been through a bloody torture session which had certainly attracted the attention of both the military and the Bobbies. But they'd found nothing, it was like the bloody man didn't exist. He glanced at the man's bandaged arm, and then there was the bloody tattoo. It had the Doctor's stumped. It had certainly startled his men when it bloody moved. He wasn't a religious man or a superstitious one but the tattoo was… well wrong, it exuded a sinister, evil feeling.

Captain Johnston didn't hear the door open but looked up as someone appeared next to the bed. The newcomer was dressed strangely and he noticed that he wasn't wearing an identity badge. He was about to speak when the man reached in to his pocket and pulled out a stick.

The soldier stood as he asked "Can I help you Sir?"

The man started then his hand came up pointing something toward the Army officer. Instinct kicked in as Johnston threw himself at the man; driving with his shoulder he hit him at chest height. The unknown man fell awkwardly with his arm beneath him and his head struck the metal bedside storage unit rendering him unconscious.

A busy hour later and Anthony Giles, Death Eater was cooling his heels in a Military Police holding cell. His refusal to talk other than to bellow abuse at the officers meant that he was being held while a thorough criminal check was done.

Meanwhile the mystery patient had begun to awaken attracting the attention of the medical staff in the room. Slowly the battered man appeared to come back to consciousness, his eyes were tracking and trying to focus and he appeared to be trying to speak. After a few minutes he managed to gasp out a single word.

"Where?"

"You're in Saint Aidan's Military Hospital in Manchester," replied the senior nurse.

The man seemed to be falling asleep so the nurse tried to get a name. "Stay with us Sir, What's your name love, we need your name."

"S-s-severus"

"Did he say Severus?" asked one of the nurses who had just entered the room.

"I think so" replied the first, as she lent over her patient "Is your name Severus?"

"M-m-muggle?"

The first nurse raised her eyebrow at the other and quietly mouthed "Muggle?" to get a shrug in return. She looked down to ask another question but their battered patient had drifted back off to sleep under the influence of his pain medication.

The newly named Severus Muggle would spend three days in a medically induced stupor as the investigation he had begun with his mysterious appearance picked up speed.

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Just after breakfast the Hayes family had departed with a promise to keep in touch. After their departure the four teens sat down to plan out the mission to meet up with William Weasley. It was decided that due to her bruised side and minor concussion Lavender would man the house with Pansy and Dobby. That left Hannah and Harry to plan their meeting with Bill. While a two man team was not ideal they certainly weren't planning on a confrontation. If the ministry or order members turned up they would simply portkey out or disappear in to muggle London. Before they left Harry also wanted to quickly call through to the Weasley Twins. It would be up to them how much Bill would be told.

As Harry cleaned and loaded his pistol he felt a soft touch on his back. "Harry? Can we talk?"

Harry closed his eyes as he replied "Do I want to know how you got in here Luna?" asked Harry.

"I shifted from a dimension where the house wasn't warded."

"Okay so why? And how?"

"Please look at me Harry this is a serious one."

"How many you's am I likely to see if I turn around?" asked Harry.

"A few" said Luna's voice with a strange echo.

With a sigh Harry turned around and opened his eyes. The room was half filled with Luna's.

"Hello Harry" said all the Luna's simultaneously.

Harry glanced around the room taking in all the Luna's. Most looked exactly like his Luna but several were dressed differently enough to stand out including one that was obviously male. "Luna this is starting to weird me out."

"Then let me explain" said one of the Luna's. This one was dressed in combat fatigues and her long blond hair was pulled pack in to a pony tail. "Since I was little I've always had the ability to see possibilities. Not that I knew what was happening at the time. When my mother died I was almost caught in the magical backlash that took her life. I only survived because someone pulled me back, another me pulled me back. As I grew older I realised that I was seeing, well let's say echo's of the memories of other me's."

"Other versions of you?" asked Harry.

"Sort of mostly they were like shadows then they started to get more and more solid. By second year I could touch and talk to them, even if no one else could. In my third year it all got complicated when…"

The original Luna continued "the first 'other' Luna turned up. I mean after that my house was half full of me's within a few weeks. It was interesting when we all realised that we weren't from exactly the same time. That meant that we could give each other little hints and warnings. Don't go there, don't have the fish that sort of thing."

A third Luna, this one with short hair and scars on her face took over the conversation. "It also meant that we could pool our resources and soon we realised that we were able to use each others abilities."

"What do you mean use each others abilities?" asked Harry.

"Well I got bitten by a werewolf in my second year. After we started travelling and interacting with each other we found that other Luna's could shift in to my wereform. It was a bit weird at first but soon all of us were using each others spells and abilities."

The original Luna gestured to the lone male Luna "It was nice to have a boy me, he helped us understand boys a bit better and I got to see a, well you know and see how all the mechanic's worked. There is even a me who's pregnant. Guess who the father is?"

Harry was not going to think too much about the whole male Luna thing and he WAS NOT going to ask for clarification, nor was he going to guess who the father was. Okay so Luna was apparently able to interact with other alternate Luna's. That sort of explained about the warning to go to Diagon Alley. Several Luna's were waiting patiently, apparently for him to answer Luna's question. Oh Shit, "Err um I don't really um, Neville?"

"Neville Longbottom! No bloody way, that's just icky, just no. Guess again Harry."

Harry had no bloody idea and he really didn't know any of the boys in Luna's year. "Um look Luna I really don't know."

Luna gestured to a rather pregnant version of herself who was watching Harry intently. Harry goggled at the heavily pregnant version of his friend as she walked over to him. "Hello Harry, I must say I'm rather amazed at how much like my Harry you look. I mean he looked just like you."

There was something about how she was watching him and what she had just said that was ringing alarm bells in Harry's head. He was just about to ask her who was the father when she threw herself at him, pulling him in to a tight hug. Hannah who had been watching from the door had to bite her hand to stop herself laughing at the expression on Harry's face.

"Luna am I….I mean, well was the other me your boyfriend?"

"Yes" replied pregnant Luna with a bright smile even though tears ran down her face. "Harry was my boyfriend and lover, quite a good one too. I mean he used to do this thing with his tongue that would make me squeal. Oh and he had quite a big penis, I really like a big one, I assume you're equipped similarly?"

That was enough for Hannah. She burst in to hysterical laughter at the look of horror and embarrassment on Harry's face. Harry spun around at the sound of Hannah's familiar laugh.

"Hannah! Thank Merlin. Luna um, Luna's was just telling me about our, er HER baby and that I, well her me was the father," Harry looked terrified as the room filled with Hannah and the Luna's laughter.

As everyone calmed down Harry turned to the pregnant Luna. "You said 'he used to' did we break up?" Harry sounded angry.

Luna caressed her belly and her bright smile faded for a moment. "My Harry didn't survive his latest encounter with Voldemort, he was killed two weeks ago in Diagon Alley as he fought alone to defend a dozen muggle born students. My Harry won his battle but, it was hard to celebrate."

Hannah embraced her "I'm so sorry Luna."

Harry looked like he'd been punched in the stomach.

Luna gave him a small smile "It's okay, I had a few weeks to get used to it, I still get sad at odd moments but I know he loved me and he would have loved our child."

Hannah put her arm around the blond girl. "You're welcome to stay with us a while if you like."

Luna smiled at Hannah "Thank you for the offer but today's just a visit, I just wanted to see, to see Harry" she smiled at Harry "I'll make sure I visit again after the baby is born."

"Harry" said their original Luna "we need to decide what to do next, one of my dimensional analogues from next week brought some important news. We had a victory yesterday Harry, you saved dozens of lives. That action introduced you to Michael Hayes. Believe me Harry he'll be important later. Unfortunately we also have a new problem on the horizon. Actually several problems, but the first is Dumbledore. He's convinced that you can be used to defeat Voldemort, and I mean used. His plan is to force you and Voldemort to destroy each other. He already tried a potion to overload your magical core and essentially turn you in to a magical bomb. That failed so now he's hatched a new plan. My analogue didn't know details other than the fact that he plans to use the Weasley twins and Ginny as bait to capture you."

"Shit" cursed Harry "we need to warn them and get them somewhere safe," Harry growled under his breath and for a moment the predator he could be showed in his eyes. "I'm getting sick of Dumbledore and his people."

Hannah placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "We'll deal with him love, maybe not today or tomorrow but soon."

"What's the second problem?" asked Hannah.

"Severus Snape, we need to get to him before Dumbledore does," replied Luna.

"Good it's about time Snape paid for his crimes" commented Harry.

Luna sighed and fixed her gaze on Harry. "You need to SAVE him from Dumbledore Harry. He's been used badly, almost as badly as you. But right now he's free of Dumbledore's mental influence for the first time in years."

"You've got to be kidding me; no bloody way I'm saving Snape let the prick die." Harry was furious, how dare Luna even suggest he save the loathsome potions master.

Luna tried again "Harry listen to me please this is important. Snape was in love with your mother. When he found out Voldemort was going to go after the Potter's he pleaded with Dumbledore to help Lily. He agreed to spy on Voldemort, to help Dumbledore in any way he could if he would help and save Lily. Dumbledore was worried however Snape was an intelligent and powerful wizard he might have been able to challenge Dumbledore's plan and save Lily himself thereby disrupting the master plan. So he used a little known rite called the Anima Evictum which he implied would give Snape impenetrable mental shields. What it really did was remove Snape's free will. He's been the Headmaster's puppet for fifteen years Harry."

"You're lying" hissed Harry.

"Why would I lie to you Harry?" asked Luna in a quiet voice.

"Shit" was all Hannah had to say.

After a few moments Harry turned to Luna "Why now? I mean why is Snape free now?"

"He was exposed as a spy and tortured by Voldemort. He managed to escape but was terribly wounded. Eventually he was found on a Muggle Military base naked and dying. They saved him but in the process his heart stopped for a few moments. That was enough to break the Anima Evictum."

"I loathe him Luna, even knowing what's happened. Why is he important?" asked Harry.

"To survive you need training, Michael Hayes will see to your continuing muggle training, Snape will be your magical trainer," Luna tried to pre-empt the Harry explosion. "Believe me he's knowledgeable and I think you'll find him easier to work with now he's free of Dumbledore."

Another older looking Luna stepped forward. This one looked at least eighteen and was wearing black combat pants and a pink t-shirt. "Harry you need to trust me, we've been working with him for years. He's a skilled wizard and a valuable ally. In my time you two respect each other, not like but respect."

"Hannah glanced at her watch and sighed before speaking "Harry we need to get moving if we are going to meet with Bill Weasley."

"I can do that" said one of the Luna's "I can grab him and apparate here before any watchers realise what's going on. You need to warn the twins and Ginny and get them to safety."

"No" Harry protested "I'll go I don't want Dumbledore targeting you or your dad Luna."

Their Luna's face darkened for a moment "Daddy was killed a few days ago Harry."

Hannah embraced their Luna "Oh God I'm sorry Luna, why didn't you say something?"

"It's okay Hannah, he's with mum now, besides I'm not sure he would approve of what I'm going to be doing."

Harry looked puzzled "Doing? What are you doing?"

"I'm going to fight along side you Harry" Luna looked around the room filled with her dimensional analogues "We are going to fight along side you."

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Nelson's Column

Bill Weasley was a powerful wizard, a curse breaker in fact. One of the few humans employed by Goblin's in that capacity. He had developed a sixth sense over the years, a sense of when he was in danger and right now it was going off.

He hadn't told a soul about his trip here but he couldn't shake off the feeling that he'd been followed. He glance at his watch, it was almost time. He almost jumped as a hand touched his elbow.

"Bill Weasley imagine seeing you here, I would have thought you'd be at Gringott's" said the familiar and unwelcome voice of Alistair Mad-Eye Moody. "In fact Weasley if I was a suspicious man I might even say you were hidin something eh lad."

"What do you want Mad-Eye? I'm on Gringott's business at the moment" answered Bill with what he hoped was a sincere expression. Mad-Eye couldn't be seen so he likely had an invisibility cloak.

"Funny, considering Gringott's said you'd called in sick. No I think we had better wait with you, for your safety of course."

Bill was almost at the point of panic now. Moody was almost certainly not alone and he wasn't sure he could take Moody in a fight. He looked around trying to spot the order members in the crowd. He was surprised when he saw a familiar face standing nearby. What the bloody hell was Luna Lovegood doing here? He started as the blond teen waved and offered a rather theatrical wink.

Moody was watching the Lovegood girl as well. Damn girl was almost as mad as her father. Still her being here was a big coincidence, and he didn't believe in them. When the girl walked over toward him he smiled. So much for going fishing, the fish were coming to him. He was still smiling when the teen kicked him as hard as she could right in his manhood. Then it was just pain then more pain.

Luna dropped the police taser on to Moody's twitching form and grabbed a stunned Bill. She disappeared before the four hidden order of the Phoenix operatives could react.

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Wealsey Residence – Alberta Canada

The entire building shook and a strange loud wailing, like an air raid siren, pierced the night air.

George Weasley rolled out of bed and grabbed his wand. He knew what that meant, the wards were under attack. He glanced outside and saw half a dozen figures casting spells. "Shit, GET GINNY DOWN HERE NOW," George was trying to keep a lid on the fear he was feeling.

Seconds Later Fred dragged a wide eyed Ginny in to his brother's room. Both of them had their wands in hand. George pulled out a silver coin "Both of you grab hold of me". Once his siblings were touching him he activated the one way portkey. Nothing happened.

George looked down at the silver disc "SHIT!"

Fred was thinking rapidly he didn't really have a lot of options. He had just raised his wand to disillusion Ginny when three people appeared in the room.

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Albus Dumbledore watched as his people quickly dismantled the wards around the Weasley twin's property. And they needed to move quickly before the Canadian authorities could interfere. There was another flare and then silence. The wards were down. With a nod to his people Dumbledore led them in to the Weasley's house.

When Dumbledore and Shacklebolt left two men guarding the entrance and led two more inside. They found the ground floor empty. Moving quickly the order members searched the house finding plenty of evidence of occupation but no occupants.

As they entered the last room they were surprised to see a tied scroll on the floor. Albus cast a number of charms but it was simply a piece of parchment. With a sigh he undid the ribbon and glanced at the short note.

Dear Order Member,

Tell the Auror's to lock up when they leave.

Fred and George

"We need to leave, it appears the twins have some how man…"

He was cut off by a magically enhanced voice from outside the house. "You are trapped in the house, we have raised anti-appariation and portkey wards. Leave your wands on the floor and exit the building with your hands on your head. If you choose not to comply within one minute we will use appropriate force to remove you."

Dumbledore cursed as he considered his situation. He had no power in Canada; in fact he had a rather poor relationship with their ministry. This he felt was not going to end well.

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Potter House

"Thanks' mate, seriously I thought we were bloody screwed there," Fred shook Harry's hand vigorously. While George saluted him, even in life and death situations the twins were rarely serious for long.

Harry glanced over to where Hannah and Luna were talking quietly with Ginny. Of the three of them Ginny had been the most upset by the experience. Moments later Dobby appeared with drinks followed by Lavender and Pansy with a change of clothes for Ginny. The youngest Weasley thanked them and disappeared in to the bathroom.

Ginny reappeared wrapped in a dressing gown "How did you know Harry?"

George piped up as well "And how did you get past the wards?"

Harry gestured to Luna "Luna warned us. Putting it simply she knew what was going to happen and warned us that you might be in trouble. Our arrival at that moment however was just blind bloody luck."

Ginny looked at her old playmate "But how? Are you a seer?"

Luna smiled at Ginny "No not a seer. Like Harry, Hannah, Lavender and Pansy I am a mutant. I have the ability to travel where and when I wish with a simple thought. Its not actual magical travel so wards don't stop it. This ability also allowed me to link up with other alternate me's up and down my timeline. In fact it was another me from an alternate future who told me you were in trouble."

Ginny looked back and forth between Harry and Luna, "Seriously?"

"Seriously" replied Harry.

"You could make a fortune betting on horse races," offered Fred.

Lavender smiled at her former housemates "I can't believe that after hearing Luna is a dimension travelling mutant that your first comment is about sports betting."

Before that could escalate, Ginny turned back to Harry "So what's your thing?"

"My thing?" replied Harry with a smile.

"Your mutant thing" clarified Ginny.

Harry hesitated, would Ginny react badly, would the twins. No, he had to trust someone and besides the cat was already out of the bag on his powers. The mission at the facility saw to that.

"I'm a shape shifter that and I'm fast and strong," Harry paused to see her reaction. Nothing but genuine interest could be seen in her expression.

"Would you show me Harry?" asked Ginny in a quite voice.

Harry stood and removed his shirt. He had to smile at Fred's "Ohhh mister Potter" as he fanned himself. Once his shirt was off he concentrated a moment, extending his wings and talons.

"Whoa that is freaking cool!" was George's comment.

"You would be an awesome seeker now Harry my boy" was Fred's.

Ginny merely stared before sighing something under her breath that sounded like 'like an angel'.

Fred turned to Lavender "What about you Lav?"

Lavender smiled as Pansy put an arm around her. "I can use different forms of energy to defend myself, either as a shield or as a sort of bludgeoning spell."

"Pansy?" asked Ginny.

"I cast an allure, like a Veela." She concentrated on Fred who seemed almost hypnotised as he licked his lip as stood up smiling at her. She released her power leaving Fred standing confused in the centre of the room. Ginny smirked at her confused brother.

"And I can create and manipulate fire" Hannah demonstrated by producing a ball of fire in each hand.

Harry had a good laugh at the Weasley's excited chatter. If he was honest with himself he had half expected them to be horrified or frightened. Talking about ways to cook lamb roasts and possible pranks was a big surprise.

Eventually they got back to the attack.

"Why do you think they came after us?" asked George, his expression unusually serious.

"Luna's analogue overheard the plan to use you as bait to capture me," replied Harry.

Ginny frowned "But why Harry? I mean the twins told me some things and I heard some things but what's Dumbledore's obsession with you?"

Harry tensed up at the question, fair though it was from Ginny's point of view. Hannah was about to answer when Harry raised a hand stopping her. "Do you really want to know?"

Ginny nodded. So Harry told her; he told her about growing up with the Dursley's. He told her of his capture and subsequent torture at the hands of Voldemort, his escape and imprisonment by the ministry. He explained his growing mutant abilities and how the twins warning had led to his rescue of Hermione. Lastly he explained about the prophecy and how Dumbledore planned to fulfil it. It took nearly an hour and by the time he'd finished Ginny was in tears.

Ginny looked straight in to Harry's eyes "I would have left and never come back. But I guess you can't even do that anymore."

"What do you mean?" asked Hannah.

"Before I fled the country Dumbledore told everyone that the ministry had issued arrest warrants for Harry. That means that they have probably told the muggles as well," answered Ginny she was about to say more when she paused in shock, another Luna walked through the door accompanied by Bill Weasley.

Ginny screamed "BILL" and rushed to her eldest brother.

The second Luna smiled at their reunion before turning to Harry. "Hi Harry, sorry about the delay we had to come home the long way. Oh and did you know that there is a man in a wheelchair waiting for you out the front?"

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Harry spotted Professor Xavier almost immediately "What do you want Professor?"

"Hello Harry, I'm glad to find you at home" replied Xavier.

"Yes and the reason you're here is?"

"Perhaps we could talk somewhere more private? I realise you have little reason to trust me right now but some intelligence has come to light that you should be aware of," Xavier replied.

Harry nodded in acknowledgement "I'm sure, but firstly how did you find us? We're behind some unique wards here."

Professor Xavier smiled "Each mind is unique Harry. With that knowledge and some proprietary technology I am able to see past most camouflage technology, including your wards."

Harry frowned, he wasn't happy that Xavier was here and even less happy to find his modified Fidellus charm was useless against the leader of the X-Men. He'd love to tell him to sod off...but maybe, just maybe the man was telling the unvarnished truth.

Harry turned to face the Professor, "I can take you in to our home Professor but no funny business do I have your word?"

Professor Xavier nodded in acquiescence "Of course Harry, as I said I mean you no harm."

As Harry took Xavier's hand and activated his portkey he failed to notice the man standing quietly in the shadows.

Harry and Xavier reappeared in the arrival room of Potter House where Hannah, Pansy and Lavender were waiting with their weapons raised. Luna simply stood watching, her head tilted slightly as if considering him.

Harry gave them the safe signal and weapons lowered. Although, Professor Xavier noted that Hannah's was still pointed more at him than the floor. He recognised three of the young women but not the fourth. It appeared Harry's group was growing.

"Please follow me Professor," Harry led the way in to a large formal lounge. Xavier was somewhat surprised to find three other people seated at the large polished oak table.

After everyone was seated Harry quickly introduced the four people Professor Xavier didn't know. He didn't give any surnames. Xavier sighed at the lack of trust although he couldn't really blame Harry considering how they had parted.

Xavier turned to face Harry, "Logan sends his greetings as do your classmates."

"Former classmates Professor" replied Harry.

"Our door is always open to you Harry" offered Xavier.

"You mentioned some important intelligence" Harry wasn't in the mood to give an inch.

Xavier nodded at Harry before continuing. "Yesterday a spy was discovered near the grounds of Xavier institute. A mutant named Travis Smyth. Mr Smyth is a member of a group led by a mutant criminal called Thomas Cassidy or Black Tom as he is now known. It appears that Mr Smyth who is a rather gifted telepath and a skilled spy had been attempting to gather information on behalf of a new client of his employer. A client particularly interested in you and what your abilities are."

Harry took that information in; he had a bad feeling that he wasn't going to like the answer to his next question but asked it anyway. "Who is the client?"

Xavier looked in to Harry's eyes as he answered "Voldemort."