Harry Potter and the Boondock Saints

by Kalistar

AU Abandoned on the streets of Dublin. Ignorant of the wizarding world, what will they do after finding out that their savior is on a mission to bring retribution to evil in the world as one of the Saints of South Boston? Crossover with the Boondock Saint

11. Countermoves

A/N: I do not own Harry Potter & Co. or The Boondock Saints.

Chapter 11: Countermoves

January 23rd, 1999

Purebloods Targeted in Vicious Attack

By

Mortimer Rhea

Last night, 8 purebloods were the victims of a vicious attack. On a routine patrol of Diagon Alley, Aurors with the DMLE came across the remains of 8 wizards who were later identified as purebloods coming from ancient and noble families. The attacker or more likely attackers viciously maimed the poor wizards leaving gaping wounds that left the bodies disfigured making the normal burial practices out of the question.

One of the victims was a Ministry employee, Walden MacNair. Having served honorably for many years after suffering through the embarrassment of being an accused Death Eater, MacNair's remaining family now finds itself penniless, a victim of the draconian measures put into place by Madame Amelia Bones, Head of the DMLE.

Under new resolutions passed quietly through the Wizengamot, Madame Bones now has the authority to seize the assets of any wizard or witch proven to be a Death Eater. We have it on good authority that though the victims of last night's attack were branded with the dark mark they were certainly not Death Eaters. Any activity in support of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was most assuredly done while operating under the Imperious curse. Yet despite the fact that these men were hapless victims, their families are made to suffer the indignity of being accused Death Eaters and losing their wealth.

It is outrageous that hate crimes such as this one most likely perpetrated by a half-blood or muggleborn in retaliation for the recent Death Eater activity is allowed to go unchecked. Purebloods represent the cream of our society and it is a sad statement that they can be attacked so ruthlessly yet the culprit will most likely escape prosecution. The DMLE claims to have no leads but we seriously question the level of effort that is being put forth to find the murderers.

How much longer will it be before the once proud families are swept away by the river of filth and trash that flows in every year from the muggle world? The Ministry must take a stand to protect our world from falling further into the cesspool of muggle ideas and beliefs. If the current administration is not up to the task then others must be found who have the strength and determination to return the wizarding world to its position of greatness.

Unknown Location, UK

Voldemort was sitting at a small table eating a leisurely breakfast. The sun was shining in through an open window and he found himself enjoying the calm and quiet of the morning. Spread out on the table before him were the latest laws and resolutions that were going to be presented to the Wizengamot for deliberation.

He laughed softly around the piece of toast he was eating when he thought about the blatant stupidity of those in power. Some of these measures had not even been put forth by his supporters but the effect they would have on the wizarding world if passed would certainly help his cause. There were resolutions to further restrict the movement of werewolves and other dark creatures, most of who were on the fence about joining his cause. If any of these should pass, the wizarding world would leave the dark creatures little choice but to join him or live a life of virtual slavery.

The Daily Prophet was also lying on the table but was still rolled up. It was a tool of propaganda nothing else and he usually spared little time to read it. The quiet of his breakfast was broken by the arrival of Rabastan Lestrange.

For a moment, Rabastan was surprised by the incongruous image before of him. The most feared dark lord in the last few centuries was currently sitting in an almost cheery kitchen with a light breakfast looking like nothing more than the average wizard before they head off to work. "My lord, I apologize for interrupting your breakfast." He said quickly.

Voldemort waved off the apology and just gave the man a stern look.

Rabastan quickly hurried on, not wanting to be punished. He had noticed that the Daily Prophet was still unread so he untied the string and placed the paper in front of Voldemort. After stepping back quickly, he summarized the article "My lord, someone has killed Walden MacNair and the group of Death Eaters that had been at his manor last evening. Whoever did it left their bodies in Diagon Alley for the Aurors to find."

Voldemort had to visibly restrain himself from lashing out at Rabastan. The man had nothing to do with MacNair's death and it would serve no purpose to punish him. So he quickly scanned the article, part of him was pleased by the tone of the article all but voicing support for his cause. The loss of Walden MacNair and the other Death Eaters would certainly hurt his efforts though. To make matters worse, their deaths allowed Bones to seize their vaults and further strengthen her financial position and backing of the Aurors.

After setting the paper down on the table in a deceptively calm manner, Voldemort stood and ordered Rabastan to follow him. Voldemort stalked through the manor, waves of magic rolling off him as he restrained his anger. The pair walked down a flight of stairs into the dimly lit dungeons where prisoners were kept and tortured.

It took a moment for Rabastan's eyes to adjust to the dim light. While the man stood at the base of the stairs, Voldemort moved to one of the cages and removed a young muggle girl that was being held captive. A quick wand movement sent the girl slamming into the wall where manacles moved to attach themselves to her wrists and ankles. Her cry of pain was the only sound in the dungeons; the other prisoners were too terrified to cry out in protest.

Rabastan watched impassively while his lord proceeded to torture the hapless girl. Cutting curses and flame spells flayed open her skin only to cauterize it preventing her from slipping into death as a result of blood loss. Once his anger had abated somewhat, Voldemort turned his attention back to Rabastan. "What have you learned of Amelia Bones? While I can admire a worthy opponent, it is time to remove this one from the playing field." He asked even as he casually cast another cutting curse, slicing open the girl's throat down to the bone.

Rabastan jumped back quickly avoiding the spray of blood while absently noting that Voldemort's robes were thoroughly splashed with blood. The sight of blood had never really bothered him, but he hated getting it on his clothes. "She works late virtually every night. Oftentimes she doesn't return home till close to midnight. As the head of the DMLE she has a permanent escort of 4 Aurors. There seems to be a rotation but the escort is always composed of senior Aurors."

Voldemort turned his full attention back to Rabastan now that the girl was dead and his anger had abated. "What of her home?"

Rabastan shook his head "She lives in an average size home in the heart of London. Despite the size, there is only one other permanent resident, her niece Susan Bones. Susan graduated from Hogwarts earlier this year and is studying to be a healer. The wards are weak nothing that can stop us."

Voldemort waved his wand over his robes vanishing the blood from them and led them out of the dungeons once again. This time they ended up in his library. Voldemort sat down and conjured a cup of tea for himself. He left Rabastan standing for a moment before asking "What is your plan?"

Rabastan squared his shoulders and described his plan. "I would like you to authorize a number of attacks on the same night to alternate locations. This will help draw the Aurors away from the Ministry and will delay any response once we begin the assault on her home."

Voldemort swirled the tea in his cup for a moment as he considered the opening moves of the plan. It was certainly workable and would most likely have the desired effect. The biggest unknown was how Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix would respond. "It is a serviceable plan. I will lead one of the assaults myself in the hopes of drawing out Dumbledore and the Order. We don't want him spoiling our little surprise for Amelia."

Quickly nodding his head in gratitude, Rabastan knew that he and the other Death Eaters were no match for Dumbledore. Voldemort was the only one who could kill the meddlesome bastard. "Once the attacks are underway, I will lead my team of Death Eaters into her home and eliminate the Auror guards and Amelia herself. I have already prepared the ward stones to put up anti-apparition and anti-portkey wards. They should last more than long enough for us to get and out."

"Well done Rabastan. I want you to have your men ready to strike tomorrow night. We will launch the strikes as soon as Amelia arrives home for the evening. Now gather Bella, Yaxley, and Rosier. I want to go over the plans for the other attacks with them personally."

"Yes my lord." Rabastan bowed and quickly exited back to the apparition point.

Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry, UK

Albus was holding yet another meeting with his Order of the Phoenix. Until yesterday, he had been growing increasingly despondent when Harry Potter continued to elude his best people. That had all changed yesterday though; one of the many devices in his office was now set to track Harry. Unfortunately, he had not been in his office when the device started flashing but he had enough time to get the general location of Harry.

"I know many of you have spent hours searching for our missing savior and I thank you for all the effort you've put in." Albus began. Many of the Order members present preened soaking up his praise like manna from heaven. Two members remained impassive, letting Albus' words pass over them recognizing the bullshit sentiment that was surely behind them.

Moody was always the one most likely to stand up to Albus. Tonight was no different "Albus, you didn't call us here to blow sunshine up our asses. What do you have for us?" Some of the newer members gasped that Moody could be so rude to Albus Dumbledore.

Albus however was accustomed to Alastor Moody's behavior and chuckled at the man's question "You're right of course Alastor. Last night the locator spell I setup to find Harry Potter went off. Unfortunately I didn't have enough time to get an exact location but I was able to narrow his location to northern London." A quick wave of his wand, a flash of light and suddenly there was a small pile of maps showing the region of London where Harry had been detected.

Moody snatched one of the maps up and studied the highlighted area. He was pleased to note that the area was nowhere near St. Paul's so the safe house was still protected. "Albus you can't be serious. Certainly this narrows down the search radius but it is still a lot of ground to try and cover with a small group of people."

"I realize that Alastor but now that Harry has emerged from hiding, I'm confident that he will do so again. It is only a matter of time. I have placed an alarm on the device so I will know immediately the next time he emerges from wherever he is hiding."

Sturgis Podmore changed the topic to Voldemort. "Albus what do you make of this attack on MacNair and the other Death Eaters?"

Remus looked at Sturgis for a moment; the man was an ardent supporter of Dumbledore and always had been. It was times like these that Remus wondered why the Order even existed because they never did anything to actually stop the Death Eaters. He couldn't stop himself before he said "They got exactly what they deserved."

Albus gave Remus a reproving look. "Remus, murder is never the answer. Despite their crimes, these men deserved the chance to atone for their actions."

"Do you think it is another dark lord?" Podmore asked nervously.

"I fear it may be and anyone that is willing to go against Voldemort will surely represent a grave threat to the wizarding world."

"Is it possible that Harry Potter was involved, he was in the same area of London? The boy being dark would certainly explain his actions in your office."

Nymphadora Tonks, a young Auror, added her opinion "According to the reports I've read, they Death Eaters were killed with muggle weapons. There was only a single Death Eater that had any spell residue on them. It certainly appears to be similar to the type of wound you received from Potter."

Moody shook his head slightly. He had had hopes that Tonks could be persuaded to join their cause but now he would not take the risk of approaching her.

Albus appeared to ponder the situation before answering. "I don't think that Harry's family is a positive influence on him but I don't think he would join forces with another dark lord. No, for now we should continue to focus our attentions on Voldemort and finding Harry Potter so that he can be trained to do his duty for the wizarding world."

DMLE, Ministry of Magic, London UK

Amelia was getting ready to leave for the day. Again, the time was late, nearing midnight. She sighed in frustration when someone knocked on her door. Tiredly she sat back down in her chair after she called for whoever it was to enter.

A flicker of surprise flashed on her face when she saw that her late night visitor was Kingsley Shacklebolt. "Ma'am, I apologize for stopping by so late."

"Sadly, I'm growing used to it." She admitted lightly.

"Ma'am, I just came from and Order of the Phoenix meeting. For the most part it was the same dog and pony show but there was one piece of information that I thought you should be made aware of."

"What is that?"

"I'm not sure how he did it, but somehow Dumbledore has come up with a way to track Harry Potter. He got a reading on him last evening in northern London."

Amelia started to ask something before stopping herself. She took a second to compose her thoughts. It could be disastrous if Dumbledore managed to turn Harry Potter against the wizarding world with his heavy handed dealings with the boy. Unlike Dumbledore she wasn't counting on Potter to save them but anyone who could defeat Voldemort even temporarily would be a dangerous person to have against them. "If that's true, then I'm surprised that he doesn't have the whole Order out searching for him."

"Wherever Harry Potter is hiding, it protects him from Dumbledore's locator spells. He has already dropped off the map again and the region that was marked on the map was far too large to search. If we get word that he's shown up again, I will send you a message immediately." Kingsley promised.

"Thank you Kingsley. While I don't agree with Dumbledore's position on the young man, I do believe he could make a powerful enemy if he is sufficiently angered."

Kingsley just nodded his head in acknowledgement before addressing another matter. Reaching into his robes he pulled out the latest edition of the Quibbler. Silently he handed it to Amelia to read the cover story.

The Saints Come Marching In

By

Harris Thunderson

On January 22nd, the Saints came marching into the wizarding world. Their coming was heralded by the death of 8 Death Eaters, scum that have been terrorizing the wizarding world for years.

For those that don't know, the Saints are a trio of muggle vigilantes that first appeared in Boston early last year. During their stay, the criminal leadership of Boston was killed ruthlessly. Each time the bodies were left with coins over their eyes to pay for their journey to the afterlife. Then, late last year, the Saints left Boston for London. They followed a similar pattern, eliminating many of the known leaders of the mafia operating in and around London.

Now, it appears that the Saints have turned their eyes towards the wizarding world. The types of wounds and the coins over the eyes of the deceased Death Eaters leaves little doubt in this reporter's mind that this is indeed the work of the Saints of South Boston.

Now before you readers begin to fear for your safety. Keep in mind that the Saints warned the citizens of London that it was only the evil that would be targets for their brand of punishment. All others would be safe but the witnesses were urged to take a more active role in ensuring their own safety rather than sitting back and waiting for others to save them.

What does this mean for the wizarding world is the question we must ask? Long has our government and leadership been corrupt. What other reason would there be for the continued presence of known Death Eaters in our society. Will the Saints of South Boston limit their acts to Death Eaters or will they strike down those in power that have so wronged our society? Only time will tell.

After reading the article, Amelia turned her attention back to Kingsley "I see Lovegood hasn't lost his edge. It is refreshing to see someone willing to tell the truth about the wizarding world. Harris is right; it will be interesting to see what affect the Saints have on this struggle." An idea was rapidly forming in her head. The Saints could be very effective but she would hate to see them prosecuted for the good they could do for the wizarding world.

"You sound like you approve of them." Kingsley stated in a shocked tone.

Amelia smiled a little "Of course I don't approve of anyone killing Death Eaters."

Kingsley could swear he saw her wink at that.

"All the same Kingsley, there will be some backlash from the idea of muggles killing purebloods. I want you to make contact with them."

"Don't you mean arrest them?"

"No, I said what I meant. Make contact with them; let them know that I'm not seeking their arrest. I would like to meet with them personally."

January 24th, 1999

Bones Manor, London UK

Susan looked up from where she was reviewing her coursework when she heard the door close. She had never imagined that becoming a healer would require so much work but at the same time, it was the most interesting work she had ever been part of. "Aunt Amelia, is that you?" She called out.

A moment later, her aunt walked into the dining room where she was studying. "What are you doing up so late?" Amelia asked after giving her a kiss on the forehead. "I thought I was the only night hour in this family."

Proving the truth of Amelia's words, Susan yawned. "I have a test tomorrow and I need to do well if I want to get the apprenticeship." Susan explained.

"I'm sure you'll do fine Susan but if you fall asleep during the test I don't think you make a good impression." Amelia replied with an amused tone.

"What about you, you don't look much better than I do and you've been doing this for weeks now?"

Before Amelia could respond about it being her job and someone needed to protect the wizarding world from the dangers out there in the dark, the front door of their home exploded. The two Aurors stationed inside the manor were blown into the walls and stunned by the strength of the blast.

A deep voice called out "Amelia, can you come out and play with us?" A wave of evil laughter followed.

Amelia grabbed Susan's hand and tried to apparate only to find it was impossible. The Death Eaters, for that is surely who they were must have put up temporary wards to prevent their escape. "Susan get upstairs and hide!"

Susan would do no such thing though. The Death Eaters were unlikely to leave her alone after killing her aunt. Plus, she refused to leave her family for the Death Eaters to kill like they had done with her parents. "No, hiding won't…" Susan was cut off as another explosion tore apart the main wall separating the dining room from the hall.

Amelia yanked Susan to the floor praying the girl had her wand on her.

Susan awkwardly pointed her wand towards the gaping hole where the wall once stood. A dull blue light shot from her wand striking a Death Eater in the leg.

The man screamed as both bones in his lower leg shattered.

"Kill Bones, but I want to have some fun with the niece." A voice could be heard followed by coarse laughter.

Susan and Amelia did their best to keep the Death Eaters from entering the dining room. Amelia even resorted to throwing the killing curse.

Rabastan didn't want to end the fun too quickly so he and his men were avoiding the killing curse. In its place a stream of low powered explosive curses flew into the room.

The dining table burst into splinters. Chunks fell from the ceiling and great gaping holes appeared in the floors and walls.

"Avada Kedavra!" Amelia called out again, this time striking one of the attackers. "Quickly Susan we need to get downstairs!"

Getting no response, she turned her head away for a second and saw Susan lying on the floor covered by debris and chunks of ceiling beams. "Oh Susan." She said sadly before throwing her own explosive hex to cover her retreat.

Even as she reached the basement, she could hear footsteps on the stairs. "Amelia, why you are making this so difficult?"

Amelia responded by moving deeper into the basement. In her haste, she stumbled over an old crate.

Another swarm of explosive curses flew in her direction. Multiple blasts echoed off the stone walls and destabilized the floor. A large section of the floor crumbled under Amelia's body. She fell 15 feet down landing roughly, her left leg bent at an impossible angle.

Moaning in pain, she dragged herself into the shadows. She looked around, she was in some kind of tunnel but there was a rusted steel door about 15 feet from her position. A numbing charm helped to deaden the pain of her leg so that she could hobble but that was about it.

Soft voices drifted down the tunnel.

"Do you see her?"

"No she must have fallen through that hole in the floor."

"Check it out, we can't take any chances."

Amelia heard scrambling sounds, most likely indicating that her attackers were climbing down after her. She had reached the door but it wouldn't open. Desperately, she tried Alohamora. With a heavy clink, the door unlocked and she was able to swing it open.

She winced at the loud squeal the metal made against the frame. Her fears were confirmed when she heard "This way, she's still alive."

Half way down the corridor, she heard the door open again. Panic shot through her pushing her to move faster. Near the end of the hallway she could see another door. The dark hallway lit up as spells flew in her direction.

Then she felt it. The oppressive weight of wards that she had long grown accustomed to fell away. It took her a second to realize what that meant. As soon as she did, Amelia disappeared with a loud crack, apparating to the emergency ward in the Ministry.

Emergency Medical Ward, Ministry of Magic, London UK

Amelia appeared in the emergency medical ward in the DMLE. As soon as she appeared, she collapsed.

"Madame Bones!" The healer currently on call yelled out. He rushed over and began examining her. "Get Kingsley Shacklebolt in here now!" He called out to an assistant.

The healer waved his wand over Amelia's prone form casting a number of diagnostic spells. Other than her leg which had a compound fracture of the femur she was fine. After levitating her over to an available bed, he immobilized her leg before casting Enervate.

With a soft groan, Amelia awoke. The healer started speaking to let Amelia know that she was safe. "Madame Bones, you're safe. You're in the emergency ward and you'll be pleased to know that other than the fractures to your leg, you have no other serious injuries."

Amelia was struggling to contain her tears. It wasn't right that she should be relatively unharmed while Susan was dead. She needed to get back to her home. Her niece's body would not be left for those bastards to defile. She was getting ready to issue an order to gather a team when Kingsley Shacklebolt entered.

"Madame Bones are you ok?" Kingsley asked rushing over to her side.

The healer quickly gave both of him her diagnosis. A potion was in his hand and was about to hand it to Amelia when she held up her hand.

"I can't take that yet. Kingsley, we need to take a team to my home. I was attacked by Death Eaters…" She paused for a moment, fighting to hold back tears. "Susan was killed. I can't leave her body there with those animals."

"Amelia, I'm so sorry." Kingsley said simply. "You can't come with us though. With your leg if there are any Death Eaters still there you would be an easy target."

"This is my home; I won't let anyone go there without me!" She practically screamed, her control crumbling.

"Madame Bones there were three other attacks tonight, one led personally by Voldemort. We can't afford to lose you now after the events of this evening."

"Three other attacks?" She asked softly.

"Yes and I will give you a full report once I return from your manor." Kingsley replied. Before Amelia could press further, he left to gather a team.

The healer handed her the potion again and this time she drank the foul concoction. Amelia knew she was in for a long night, not just as her leg heals but also waiting for the report coming from Kingsley. Nothing left for her to do but wait; she closed her eyes and tried to forget about the events of the night, if only for a little while.

A few hours later, she was shaken awake by Kingsley. A little taken aback by the huge smile on his face, she snapped at him "What are you smiling about?"

If anything his grin got even larger "I apologize ma'am, I just thought you'd want to know that you aren't the last Bones after all."

"What do you…?" She stopped abruptly and looked at him sharply. "Are you saying…?"

"Yes, she wouldn't have survived much longer but Susan is alive and being treated in St. Mungo's."

The control that Amelia had been struggling with all night finally broke. Crying softly for a few minutes, Amelia felt her sadness drain away to be replaced by overwhelming relief and happiness.

Kingsley looked on silently, feeling more than a bit uncomfortable seeing a woman normally so strong breakdown. While Amelia was regaining control of her emotions once again, Kingsley retrieved a chair for him to sit down. When he returned, Amelia was composed and once again all business.

"How badly was she hurt? Did the Death Eaters do anything to her?" Amelia asked.

Kingsley had no need to ask what she meant. Rape was all too common for the Death Eaters. So it was that he was able to shake his head and relieve a bit more of Amelia's worry. "No, I don't think they realized she was alive. She had a number of broken bones and was barely breathing. The debris that was covering her must have hidden her shallow breathing because she was left alone."

"I can't believe I left her there like that, but I thought she was dead. She was so still and pale." Amelia whispered softly, reliving those moments of the attack.

"Did you know your home was built on the old network of bomb shelters?" Kingsley asked breaking Amelia from her reverie.

Confusion was plain on her face so Kingsley explained. "We found the hole in your basement. The tunnel that you fell into is actually part of the old network of bomb shelters that had been built in the part of London during World War II. In fact, it's lucky it was there, I doubt you would have survived otherwise."

Her voice had a bit of wonder in it when she replied "I never even knew. We move from the outskirts of London following the war. I doubt anyone in my family was even aware that they existed."

Both fell silent, thinking about the vagaries of fate that had saved Amelia's life. "Were there any indications of who my attacker's were?" She asked abruptly.

"There were three dead Death Eaters and I'm sorry to say but your guard detail is dead as well."

"Do we know who they were?" In her mind at the same time, she was composing the notes she would be sending to the families of the men who had died protecting her family. She had worked with them for many years and had long ago become friends with their families. This was just another reason why the Death Eaters had to be stopped; they had destroyed too many lives and families to allow their actions to continue unhindered.

"We are waiting on identification, but they were all marked."

"As soon as you have identification, send word to Gringott's, I want those vaults seized." Again she switched topics when she remembered something that Kingsley had mentioned before leaving to check out her home. "What news do you have of the other attacks?"

"The good news is that we didn't losing any Aurors, but there were 32 people killed in the three attacks. The attacks themselves were unusual, they were in well populated areas and there was no effort made to hide the attack."

"While the attack on my home followed their normal MO…" Amelia mused "They could have been decoys to draw resources away from their real target, which I assume was me. But if that was the case, why did Voldemort not show up personally? Why let one of his Death Eaters lead the attack?"

"I may have the answer to that one ma'am. Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix were fighting it out with Voldemort and the animals with him. No offence ma'am, but Dumbledore is really the only one who can fight Voldemort one-on-one, he might have done it to draw the Order of the Phoenix away so they couldn't help you."

Amelia leaned back on the bed, letting her head rest on the pillow for moment while she considered Kingsley's analysis of the situation. There was a good chance he was right, but they would never know for sure. In the end, it didn't really matter either way.

"Were any of the Death Eaters captured from the other raids?"

They continued to review the raids and the status of the Aurors for another hour before Kingsley took his leave, allowing Amelia to rest. Tomorrow would be another long day, one which Amelia no doubt would be conducting from her niece's room in St. Mungo's.

Rubbing his bleary eyes, Kingsley returned home for some much needed sleep before taking up the search for the Saints.