Disclaimer: All rights to these characters belong to JK Rowling.

"Can I go now?" Violet asked as she finished sweeping the greenhouse floor.

"Excuse me?" Professor Longbottom asked, looking up from his lesson book. He clearly had not been paying attention to his Monday evening detention.

"I'm done," Violet repeated. "May I go?"

Professor Longbottom glanced this watched and sighed. "Miss Dursley, let me explain something to you. Detention is supposed to be ninety minutes long; you have been here for forty-five of them. Does that answer your question?"

"No," Violet answered stoutly.

"Get the glass cleaner and wipe off the outside of the greenhouse." Professor Longbottom said. Then he questioned his order. Could he trust a Slytherin to go outside during detention? He knew the answer. "Never mind. Clean the watering cans, please."

Violet rolled her eyes and grabbed a large bucket. Still scowling, she furiously scrubbed the cans as Professor Longbottom returned to his writing. He was likely making a list for reasons to take points from Slytherin. He seemed to hate her house with a particular vengeance.

"Wood's holding beater practice tonight." Violet reminded.

"That's not any of my concern. You really should of thought that before…" Longbottom started.

"She asked for it!" Violet interrupted.

"Like the incident with this McLaggan girl in Gryffindor whom you called a certain name?"

"I should have received points for being honest," Violet countered, plunging her hands in the sink.

Professor Longbottom put his head down to hide his grin. Normally, Slytherin students made his life miserable, but Violet, for some reason, made him laugh. She also showed an intense interest in his subject, and was someone he could see being his protégé. She seemed to be a natural in Herbology, so he tried to challenge her more than her fellow students. Yet, her attitude and demeanor were unacceptable, especially since she had had more exposure to the magical world then most muggle-born pupils. Professor Longbottom knew she had been taught the rules of Hogwarts, so her "clueless muggle-born" act no longer worked.

Violet was silent as she washed and rinsed each can. She had a lot going on tonight after detention; beater practice with Professor Wood, followed by homework in the Slytherin common room and then sneaking out to the white grave and do some transformation studying on her own. She felt no guilt in breaking magical law. After all, it wasn't like she was related to the Head of Aurors, or at least that's what Violet thought of her father's family.

The next morning, she had lessons, followed by a Muggle Born Student Union (MBSU) meeting, and then helped Professor Tonks get the dungeon ready for an Eileen Snape and her husband, the headmaster of another magical school. She was back in the United Kingdom by a friend's request to see her great-grandchild, but Professor Tonks had convinced her to stop for a visit.

Violet and the entire Slytherin house was going to ensure the dungeon was clean. Professor Tonks made sure of it. The woman looked forward to cleaning up Slytherin's reputation as well. She always ensured that the dungeon was clean, and at any assembly, such as the Battle of Hogwarts Memorial held every year, she took fifty points for any Slytherin student missing or behaving poorly. Like the time the Cater boys were caught smoking at the White Tomb.

Violet smiled; despite her booked schedule, she was still able to make mostly E's in most of her classes, except Defense Against the Dark Arts. She currently held an 'outstanding' in the one she always got a detention in – Longbottom's.

Violet thought it was because he hated Slytherins, but she could inform him that her house hated him as well. He was hard on Slytherins.

"I soaped them up pretty good," Violet said, bringing out the watering cans, which were decorated with suds.

"You have to rinse and sanitize," Professor Longbottom said patiently. "Healthy plants need a healthy environment."

Violet rolled her eyes and continued cleaning.

"Make sure the water is hot enough to kill the germs," Professor Longbottom reminded. This was a new thing that had been happening since the muggle born students' parents had become involved; everything had to be washed and sanitized to their health expectations.

He went back to his work, keeping an eye on Violet, making sure she didn't cheat her way out of detention, which Slytherins tended to do from time to time.

Violet continued washing when a tap on the glass came from seemingly nowhere, causing her to jump. Professor Longbottom glanced over, and noticed a bronze owl with gold wing tips press her beak against the window. She carried a large package.

"Is that your owl?" Professor Longbottom asked, following the direction of the bird's piercing yellow eyes.

"Yes," Violet answered. "She goes by Gidget."

"I'll let her in," Professor Longbottom volunteered, and opened the window.

The owl was nervous and came in slowly. It popped the package into Violet's hands, and perched on her shoulders.

Violet pulled a handful of popcorn from her robes and fed them to the bird. Satisfied, Gidget flew out, stirring tendrils of Violet's hair into the air.

Professor Longbottom, not wanting her packages to get dirty, sat them on his desk for her to retrieve after detention. He couldn't help but notice that there were three copies of books written by Luna, and a letter from a Vernon Dursley Jr..

"You have a lot of Lovegood books," Professor Longbottom couldn't help commenting.

"I got them for my brother," Violet explained. "I wrote telling him that she is coming to Hogwarts in a couple week for Ravenclaw's 1000th Founding Day. He wants to meet her someday." Violet explained, and then noticed Longbottom's odd look, like he was questioning something.

"You're going to wait through that long line to get her autograph?"

"I turned him into a fan," Violet confessed. "He would be so excited that I met the woman who got those images of Moonfrogs, Aquavirius Maggots, and Heilopaths."

"She keeps those at her home. She's bringing maggots and frogs," Professor Longbottom committed. This was strange. If Vernon was a fan, surely Harry would have introduced them.

Violet went to disinfect the bottles. She didn't know why Professor Longbottom felt a need to pry into her reasoning to adore the famous naturalist and author Luna Lovegood, but it was his detention. She could tell him that Lilac planned to sneak her into the Ravenclaw common room, even though she was one of many famous Ravenclaws visiting in a couple of weeks, including her father, Ivan Ossipov Jr.. Violet knew Mrs. Ossipov had mentioned she was in Gryffindor, like Lilic's older sister Gloria, but Violet looked past that. After all, it wasn't like Gryffindor had anything to do with her family.

Violet's head snapped up when a buzz went off, and Professor Longbottom answered his mobile phone.

"Hello, Harry," He greeted warmly as she went back to cleaning. "I'm in detention right now."

There was a pause. "Depends on the student," Professor Longbottom answered. "Sure, I can answer your question."

"Yes, she is with me right now." Longbottom responded after another short pause.

Who's Harry? Violet wondered in the curious tone of the aggressively bored.

"Do you want the short list or the long list?" The Professor continued. "This current one is for punching a girl in my class."

"Why doesn't he just tell his friends my life story?" she muttered. Violet didn't appreciate him telling a complete stranger about her and her reason for detention. Professor Longbottom, still on his mobile, pointed to the small broom. She started to brush the dirt off the shelves, resisting the urge to roll her eyes again.

"She mentioned that she was really looking forward to meeting Luna during the celebration in a couple of weeks." The Professor continued as Violet looked over, wondering if he was paying attention to her.

"Oh, apparently in a couple of weeks it'll be the 1000th anniversary of Rowena Ravenclaw joining the founders, so a bunch of Ravenclaw alumni are coming," Professor Longbottom explained as Violet put the broom away and untied her apron. She started to tiptoe out.

"Oh, Harry, I have a rather interesting fact," Professor Longbottom said loudly. "Did you know if you try to skip out of detention early you have to start all over again with an extra half hour added on?"

Violet went back to her work.

"Oh, trust me it was necessary information if you could see what is going on in this room." The Professor continued talking to Harry. "Sure, I can do that."

"Violet," Professor Longbottom called. "Your brother is a wizard, right?"

"I think so," Violet said with a little grin. He was better off asking their step-sisters. They knew very well he was 'leaning towards the paranormal,' in her mother's own words. Like her children were aliens or something.

"Does he know the Harry Potter story? Because I can get his autograph for him if he wants." Professor Longbottom said casually.

"No, he doesn't," Violet said, trying to remain equally blasé. "I don't even know it. I only read the a few chapters of his biography – the one by Rita Skeeter. I sort of lost interest after chapter two, when Rita went on about the horrible muggles that raised him."

Why did she gave that much information out loud? She didn't want him or any other magical person besides Lilac to get the name connection.

Violet continued brushing off the shelves. She couldn't help but notice how the flower blossoms turned their colorful heads to follow her around the greenhouse. The same thing happened to Lilac and Gloria. She waited as the man on the phone continued to babble.

Violet looked at the clock. Half an hour to go. The excitement was getting to her. She had beater practice coming up soon. She would have to go right to it after this. Professor Longbottom came back in and resumed his work as Violet waited for the ninety minute mark.

~X~

Once it reached three-thirty, she didn't even bother putting the broom away. She went and grabbed her brother's package, stuffing it in her school bag. She had brought her Quidditch bag with her, and started heading to the field. The field that had been used before the Battle of Hogwarts could be seen from the goal posts of the new one, that was closer to the school. Something about the charred remains always empowered her to play her best.

"Violet," a voice came from behind her, causing her to jump. She turned to see Fred Weasley.

"Hi, Fred," Violet greeted nervously, with a smile, hiding that his surprise had scared her. "I see you made Gryffindor beater."

"That I did," Fred said. "We'll be competing against each other."

"Our houses are rivals." Violet said, trying not to laugh.

"That they are," Fred said nervously, unsure of what to say next. "Did your brother like those things I got him?"

He remembered the pair shopping at his father's store over the summer. He'd asked about ways he could have fun with his muggle step-sisters. When Fred realized who his sister was, he bought the tricks for Vernon.

"The flying car? Yes he has fun with it, and he uses the quill on his homework." Violet said, grinning.

"Did he feed the Ton-Tongue Toffee I convinced him to buy for those stepsisters of yours?"

"Yes, he told them it was diet candy and that those were side effects." Violet laughed, as they strolled down to the field. It was at that moment her phone began to ring.

"Oh, it's my father." Violet said recognizing the ringtone at once.

"Hello, Dad, I'm busy at the moment." Violet said quickly, clearly wanting to hang up.

"Are you in class?" he asked firmly, in the tone he normally used on her when she was in trouble. Violet was confused. What had she done wrong?

"No," she said, trying to speed up the conversion. She really needed to get to beater practice.

"Good, you and I need to talk," he said firmly.

"I have things to do," Violet started, getting a little antsy.

"Violet Colleen Dursley, I don't care if you're witch, but I'm still your father, and you don't lie to me."

"Wh-What are you talking about?" Violet asked a little fearful, trying to drift away from Fred. Fred was eying her curiously and it made her extremely uncomfortable.

"I just explained it in a few sentences. You're a witch, you're attending a school called Hogwarts, and you have been lying to me about it."

"I haven't told you anything." Violet argued back.

"Purposely withholding information is considered lying." Dudley explained in an aggravated tone. Violet could tell he was mad at her, and her stomach ached as she realized how much she had hurt her father. Violet took a deep breath and asked, "How did you know?"

"I am the one asking the questions and I want you to explain why didn't you tell me."

Violet could see she was losing this conversation. She quickly retaliated, "What right do you have to violate my privacy?"

"I am your father. I have every right as your parent to know your whereabouts," Dudley replied. "You are only thirteen-years-old, therefore still a minor. If I want to know where you are, who you are with, and what you are doing, I have a right to know that."

"If I don't want to tell you, I don't have to," Violet argued. He was, after all, a muggle; he wouldn't understand. "You do realize we are living in different worlds."

"I'm your father. Your world is my world." Dudley responded testily. "I have resources that led me to it, but that's not why I called you. The point is, you have been lying to me for three years." Violet was silent; she didn't know what to say. "I am going to reduce your allowance," he said, hoping that threat would get some sort of response.

"If I don't want to tell you, I don't have to," Violet argued. He was, after all, a muggle; he wouldn't understand. "You do realize we are living in different worlds."

"It was Mum's idea," Violet answered quickly.

"I already discussed that with her, but that's not the point. The point is you lied to me. How am I to know that you're safe or not? I also wanted to know what made you not want to trust me," Dudley said.

"Please don't take my phone," Violet said in a desperate whisper.

"Is that seriously all you're concerned about?" Dudley asked.

"Sorry," Violet said faking the apology. "What do you want to know?"

"I need to know that you're safe," Dudley answered, sternly.

Now, Violet felt some guilt. She knew from his answer that her phone wasn't going anywhere.

"Please don't pull me out." Violet said.

"Of course I'm not going to pull you out." Dudley said. "This is the best thing for you. You do realize that you're going to the same school that disregarded two previous generations who would have given anything to attend. Make us proud."

"And how do I do that?"

"You have some reliable resources. If you need anything, I can provide," Dudley said simply. Violet smiled at that one for her next question.

"I need a broom," was the only sentence Violet could think of.

"That's sounds like something you need to earn," Dudley said immediately, now that they were able to get at a reasonable conversation level. He knew life was easy for his children, but still tried not to give into their every whim and will. They needed goals. "I want a call from you every other day, and call your mother each day you don't call me."

"I have a busy life, Dad!" Violet said instantly.

"You won't be without any money." Dudley said, finding himself having to swoop to his daughter to talking to him.

"Fine, if that's all it takes." Violet said. It didn't seem like that big of a deal any more.

"No, there's more. You have to call your grandmother once a week."

"Are you serious?" Violet moaned.

"Yes, I am very serious," Dudley answered.

"But why?" she asked.

"Because I said so, that's why."

"Fine, I won't be nice then." Violet said instantly.

"She is your grandmother. I taught you respect, and you will show it." Dudley answered sternly.

Violet didn't see the reasoning behind this; her mother had told her that her that Dad's family was nothing special. Besides, the woman was so ordinary it was boring. Violet also didn't want to be reminded why her magic wasn't always a good thing.

"Fine," Violet wanted to end the conversation. "What will we talk about?"

"Think of something. You will keep in contact with your family. You won't find another one anywhere else."

"Fine," Violet said as she rolled her eyes. "Anything else?"

I really would like to know more about your world." Dudley said.

"It's none of your business." Violet wanted to leave it at that.

"You are my world. It is my business." Violet heard her father's stress. "It has been since the day you were born."

It was then, she saw Goyle approaching. Violet hung up without responding. That last sentence had prepared her show off her beater skills to the other houses.

"Who was that?" Goyle asked.

"My father," Violet answered.

"I thought your parents were divorced," Vincent Goyle continued, confused.

"They are." Violet said. "Dad still likes to keep tabs on me. Don't yours?"

"My father has been married five times and has children with seven different women. I try not to keep in contact with him," Vincent said, tying his leather gloves. Violet found that a little shocking. Her father had dated other women, but she normally made each one's life a living hell, so it never lasted. She enjoyed being the number one in her father's life.

~X~

James saw three owls swoop down to the Gryffindor table, well four that he could recognize. He saw his owl, and Albus's owl dropping off a package and two letters, and the family owl that dropped off a package at James's lap.

James shrugged and read his letter. His father planned on coming to his first Quiddich game, he sort shook his head a little, hoping his dad won't embarrassed him. It's bad enough his mother is writing articles to the Daily prophet. He wanted to keep his distance form her as well. He then looked at the packages, his daily goods, and another package the family owl dropped off. It was from his parents, to Violet.

"I'll be back,"

"Whose the package for?"
"Violet Dursley."

"Really," Fred beamed in over hearing. "Can I take it to her?"

"Why would Aunt Ginny send Violet a package?" Molly asked listening into the conversation.

"Please let me take it to her,"

"This crush is ridiculous." Roxanne said. "The other day, he practically beheaded her after throwing an enchanted parchment airplane at her. Then he fed this Slytherin boy these no-heat fireworks so they would go off in the dungeon, just so Professor Tonks would give him detention in their room. The whole house ended up evacuated and of course, he left to talk to her. But when confession came, he backed off."

"She wasn't even there! She was at the cemetery with Lilic Oppsovo." James said taking the package.

"What did he say? Another twelve points Miss Dursley for dropping the broom when your detention is up instead of hanging it up properly." Agatha committed while they feasted around the green and silver table.

"If he would've, I'd have told him it's his job." Violet responded to them.

"Remember when we had that point war with him?"

"Oh, and Tonks when she found out. " Violet laughed.

"The man would take points if we breathe wrong, Violet."

"But he was getting all strange with my detention when Vernon's books arrived for Lovegood's autograph."

"I see the Ravenclaw table has disappeared she is already here."

"Yes, I know," Violet said wondering if she should go comfort Gloria. Gloria had this boyfriend that she had been seeing since last summer, and she was obsessed with him. She would constantly make him tacky hats, and such. They were snogging each other on a nonstop basis. The Ossipov family wasn't the kind to put up with nonsense from their children. The whole world knew they were werewolves, and they were to put on good image, of being confident, educated and good citizens of the society. Gloria was a Gryffindor like her mother, and Lilic was a Ravenclaw, like her father. They both questioned where their other younger daughter, Daisy, and their only son Ivan Three would be Sorted.

"Come on, we have to hurry." Professor Tonks said as the Slytherin finished eating. In an instant, as Violet began to leave, James came up to her, and slipped a package under her arm. He then left.

Violet looked down, and read it: 'To my goddaughter, Violet Dursley. Sent with love, your godmother Ginny'

Violet looked up to thank James, but realized he was gone.

"Who's that from?" Emily asked.
"A family member." Violet said putting it under her large sleeves.

"Can muggles use owls?"

"Yes, they can." Violet said. She didn't know how to react to her father's family knowledge. She didn't know how the magical world would act if they made the connection to her and Seeker's book.

~X~

Harry walked into his office the next day, ready to take action against the next Dark Wizard who dared to go against the head of the Auror Department. He dealt with the most evil of nature, and at times his job seemed unbearably dark. It helped, however, that he was paid handsomely, had a corner office, and was given five holidays a year.

"Morning Harry," greeted Carnation Marinova as he passed her, briefcase in hand. Harry used to find Carnation annoying when she'd first worked under him. Over time, however, he had grown to like her. Harry ended up hiring her because she was a registered animagus who turned into a beagle, and she'd trained herself to sniff out crime evidence. She was also had training in Occlumency and Legilimency, as well as being trained as an Auror along with attending seminars on the British Academy of Forensic Science for courses on DNA testing, anthropology, pathology, and criminal psychology.

Harry was her boss for only two years, until Kingsley said he wanted to set up a forensic department separate from the Aurors, and asked Harry to appoint the first head. She now worked with Harry, not under him.

"Carnation," Harry greeted, meeting her striking grey eyes. They were coated in eye shadow and mascara. "How is your morning?"

"Fine, thank you. Don't forget – the meeting at the lab is at two." Carnation said. "It's on that skeleton found in Gringotts."

"Year of death?" Harry asked, his eyebrow raised.

"2005," Carnation answered. "Male, Muggle, 28, Caucasian. Overweight." Harry had to admit that she was a very thorough and careful Auror, and felt a pang of regret that she no longer worked for him. "I gathered up all the male Muggles around that age who were reported missing in 2005, and we will narrow down suspects at the meeting."

"Fair enough," Harry answered.

"Anyway, I hear you got a puppy."

"Yes, over the weekend. Didn't you get your daughter a dog?" Harry asked curiously.

"Yes, I did," Carnation answered. "A golden retriever." She shrugged. "Orchid adores her."

Carnation Marinova had this air of casual elegance, and presented herself with vestige of aristocratic beauty absent from her muggle-born cousins, Dennis and Colin Creevey. She was a tall, well-built lady. She had a dark fair complexion with lustrous black hair and charcoal eyes that Harry sensed he had seen before, though he couldn't place where.

"Alright, well see you at two." Harry said as he ducked into his office. Carnation continued walking, slipping her white lab coat over her purple dress as she continued.

Harry surveyed the stack of paper on his desk before sitting down.

Harry Potter had found a new enemy. Mstislav Afanasivich was only surviving member of the mighty Chistokrovykh family, and the second darkest wizard he has ever come across. He was the only warlock Harry could compare to Voldemort. Mstislav wasn't nearly as bad but could definitely challenge him.

Harry already had his criminal profile on Mstislav outlined. His real name was Evgeny Felkich Chistokrovykh, the son of an affluent pureblood family, born in 1902. His mother was Zhasmin, a pureblood witch that was heiress to the Tzvety Order. Evgeny's paternal grandmother, Gardeniya Chistokrovnykh was the leader of the Tzvety Order, and had a portrait at Hogwarts. Evgeny's father was Felk Chistokrovykh, was famous for defeating a Dark Serbian warlock Nebojsa in the 1883. Evgeny ironically came from a line of wizards who were famous for defeating dark wizards and surviving against the odds. Yet, Harry knew like all dark wizards there was a tragic tale that led to them becoming so evil.

Mstislav had committed many crimes against the people of Russia, muggles in particular. He had a deep hatred for Muggles and Muggle borns. Harry still had yet to discover why. It could merely be prejudice, but Harry's gut told him that there was something more.

Harry needed to know why he was coming to England. He has been back and forth between his native land Russia, and England for almost eleven years now. There was something in the Unite9d Kingdom that Mstislav wanted. Each time he came, he always slipped through the Aurors fingers. Mstislav had come to the British Isles a couple of different times before Harry was even born, but in the past decade it has become frequent enough to be a threat.

Harry was still waiting for more information from the Russian Aurors. He knew Mstislav has a few Horcruxes. He also had some followers, not nearly as cult-like as the Death Eaters, but a respectable number. A small loop of devoted witches that waited on him hand and foot, and a couple of wizard families that had lost fortune in the Russian Revolution.

Harry did receive inside information from Hynek Dolovho. He had been the first to inform the department that the wizard had tried to contact him, as his own uncle was a follower of Mstislav and his brother was a Death Eater. Harry first heard of him after the death of Voldemort. He had been one of the many dark witches and wizards trying to pick up the loyalty of the remaining Death Eaters, which Harry found as a common pattern after dark leaders' deaths.

Harry pulled out Mstislav's criminal profile. He was born into an extremely wealthy family in Russia with traditional beliefs of pure-blood supremacists. They had an ancestry going back the Rus' Khaganate, with a lighting mark by certain members. This was the first one Harry has seen with a birth mark.

The newspaper article had a picture of the Chistokrovykh family, before. Harry gathered the evidence, making a note to remind himself to send an owl of gratitude to the Moscow office. They have been after Mstislav for much longer than Harry's department had, and were the ones who contacted him on Mstislav's activity in England.

Harry went down to Dennis' office, and walked in on the man sleeping. Harry would normally have been annoyed by this, but he kept in mind that Dennis had just become a father. It reminded Harry of the time Percy came into work a month after his daughter, Molly was born. He'd been barely awake. Arthur had approached him, and kindly pointed out that he had baby slobber on his normally crisp suit. He later fell asleep in Arthur's office, Arthur just let his tired son sleep.

Harry considered waking up Dennis, but wondered if this was the first sleep he gotten in weeks with the new baby in the house. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, waiting. Dennis' mobile went off, disrupting the peace. Dennis jolted awake, and gave a start when his eyes laid on Harry.

"Someone is calling," Harry pointed out. Dennis hastily answered the phone.

"Hello, Mum…uh,…yes, you mentioned it a couple of times…." Dennis paused for a minute as Harry listened to Mrs. Creevey's tinny voice. "Yes, of course you can invite her to the christening….Grandma will be fine….alright. Well, I can't wait to meet her….love you too, Mum…bye."

"What was that about?" Harry asked, not really caring.

"My Mum wants to invite her cousin to Begonia's baptism." Dennis answered.

"Alright..." Harry said dismissively. "Anyway, I want you to translate this newspaper article."

"Will do," Dennis said, picking up the paper and sliding on a pair of rectangular glasses. "It's in Lithuanian. I'm sure if we call Daily Prophet, we could get our hands on an archivist to find a copy reporting on the same event."

"What is it on?"

"The Christokrovnykh arrest." Dennis answered. "It took place about half a year after the Witch and Wizard Raids, fourteen months before their murder."

"Yes, as Mstislav was a Chistokrovykh," Harry said, wanting more information. It was, after all Dennis's job to translate and research. He was an linguist, meaning no matter what language he heard or read, he could understand, and no matter who he was talking to, they would understand the language. Dennis stopped to explained. "This takes place New Year's Eve, 1918. Before there were several raids through all of Imperial Russia by the Karsny Magiya, a group of muggle borns determine to bring the muggle revolution into magical Russia and rid it of magical supremacy. During it, several of the monuments and schools for pureblood practices were destroyed.

"What information do you have before then?" Harry inquired.

"The Tsvetok Witch Order, who his mother, grandmother, and sisters belonged too was smoked out of their university, and their bountiful gardens in the north pole were also obliterated. The women were then arrested for refusing Muggle Born entrance. The same has happened to many other Witch Orders. Many of the pureblood families who have refused to let go their ways were dumped in mines, and a killing curse on them."

"Who was doing this?" Harry asked.

"The Prostolyudiny Magii," Dennis answered. "That means 'Commoner's Magic, they formed when they were trying to help the muggles chase out the nobility who had magical members. Afterwards, they united to bring the Revolution into Russia. Some were half-bloods, or children of two muggle born parents. Afterwards, they united and got impoverished witches and wizards, werewolves, half-breeds and house elves to free Russia from the pureblood supremacy. A lot of the families, seeing the threat left, some were betrayed by their own house elves, most died. "

"Chistokrovykh. The most powerful pureblood family in all of Russia, mind you. This article reveals the family has been taken to an unknown location along with their house elves. Their wands are nowhere to be found. That was before this article. We need to do more research into find what happened to the rest of them."

Dennis made a note to research wands that had belonged to the Christokrovnykh family, hoping to discover ways to defeat Mstislav.

Harry examined the family tree of Mstislav, finally able to view it after hounding every Russian historical society. Harry located Mstislav's name, and noticed that from his parents was another name with a black bar over it. He gave that to Dennis for him to do his research, and also added a note to himself to request another thing from Moscow.

"What does this one say?" Harry pointed to a disfigured name on the chart.

"I can read the date, she looks like she was around…seven? Same age, if this is the right year." Dennis said. Harry now drew a possibility that he might have a twin sister. "That would mean if this person was disowned she could be..."

The alarm went off.

Adrenaline coursed through Harry's veins. He raced out, meeting up with Ron Weasley and another team of Aurors. "What happened?"

"Mstislav's in the Department of Mysteries!" Ron panted as Harry and the Aurors sprinted to the department. They hurried through the vast hallways, passing the endless rows of glass balls, unsure of who they were searching for.

The truth was, Harry had never seen Mstislav. He'd only heard of him and his horrid deeds. He knew he had a Horcux, but was unsure as to what it could be. Ron has seen him twice, however. Ron only ever came back to the Auror departments for him.

They saw a white flash pass the crystal balls. It zinged through the dusted halls, flitting in front of Harry's team, and behind Ron's team. Then a man appeared between them.

He stood at 6'11 with a lean muscle structure. He had a majestic black beard that hung to his waist with a pure white streak. His eyes were a dark, stormy blue with a large unibrow. The man was covered with dust and tiny rock particles releasing a sickening cloud in the air. He smiled, displaying brownish teeth and burnt lips.

Mstislav.

"Expelliarmus!" A chorus of Aurors shouted.

In an instant the wizards realized that he had two wands, one in each hand. Their spells didn't rip the wands from his hands, as they hoped. Mstislav instead had cast the disarming charm, causing the Aurors' wands flew into his hands and to a pile on one side.

Smiling mockingly, Mstislav put one away and turned to Harry's group as they stumbled to get up. Mstislav notice he had their attention held out the most beautiful wand the Aurors had ever set eyes on.

It was made of pure gold with rubies spiraling down the side. He tucked it in his coat pocket.

"I already have what I came for," Mstislav said with a smile holding a crystal ball. "With each generation of my family one comes one who can fulfill prophecies. It is chosen by birth right. A wizard from the first born line. I knew one from my parents' blood would one day be used to defeat me."

"Your family was killed off, Mstislav," Harry pointed out, hoping it would bring some reaction to why he was here. "As unfortunate as that is, this revenge scheme of yours does nothing."

"If I wanted to do that I'd be in Russia, wouldn't I?" Mstislav snarled. "But, see, Harry, you are wrong. I didn't lose everyone that day! One member got away before it even started. Being a squib has its advantages."

"Your sister?" Dennis gasped. "She was a squib."

"Disowned! No use to my parents, no use to me! I still cared for her!" shouted Mstislav. "I went to her when the muggles were having their revolution, knowing it would cause turmoil in our world. By that time, she was so brainwashed. She chose to follow the Countess' s orders of being a slave to her son, instead of going with her own brother. She was planning on traveling with them. But by then, the Countess already arranged for her to go to England with her son. She was told she had no choice, even those the rest of the servants abandon them. I killed her maid, the countess got shot. My sister took her mistress's ticket and the count's son left with her disguised as horse traders. There was a fair number of mudbloods from that village to take down the palace." Mstislav hissed. "Don't be offend Dennis, you're not really one. There is evidence the former count took advantage of my sister's loyalty in every way right in this room."

It was then, Harry and Dennis felt as if something moved below their feet and they fell to the ground. Ron, tried to fight to get past them but was blocked by an unseen force.

"Your family wasn't really blood traitors, they only disowned their daughter in hopes of being exiled. None of her descendants will fulfill the prophecy to kill me. " Mstislav smiled to Ron. "Your mother's mother's mother. She was a traitor, claimed to have given up her pureblood beliefs just to avoid being killed. None of her descendants turned this wand."

Harry needed the crystal ball. He needed to figure out who the prophecy referred to, who was chosen to destroy him.

"I made sure when that noble's family name entered our world, they would be associated with the disgusting creatures. As for this- you won't have a clue. But don't worry, we learn from others mistakes, don't we, Harry? Needless to say, the parents are safe with me after them. I won't lay a figure on them, that would only set me back. He's already beyond infancy. Your legacy is safe. I will get to him before the letter from Hogwarts comes."

Mstislav was talking about a child, not an infant, already born, still living with his parents and hadn't attended Hogwarts yet. Harry couldn't care less about his legacy, but he needed to figure out who this kid was, and protect him.

"His sister carries my grandmother's wand, unknowingly. The wand used to choose the leader of the Tzvety order. A witch with a flower name, from that blood line in the likeness – the wand, of course, went to her. It found its way to the oldest daughter's daughter, somehow. Not seeing she was muggle born, she held the Tvey wand. I stole it from the rubble after her death. You'd be surprised to find out who chose it next."

Harry calculated what he was talking about. This time he was talking about the Tvey Order, which his mother and both his grandmothers belonged too.

"From one muggle born to another, the older sister's granddaughter uses it. The line of first borns has finally bloomed magic and now belong to a house for purebloods. The wand I brought however, is the wand of my fathers has found its new successor. It stayed true to the birthright and waited for a wizard to come from the eldest of the eldest line. Harry, I see you are trying to figure out who these children are, and will desperately try to figure out this prophecy. You are held up with your past. You'll never figure out this wizard's name."

"What is he going on about?" Harry heard Dennis whisper from the side.

"My squib sister's granddaughter inherited a certain trait in our family. After her murder I took her wand, and it is now in the hands of her sister's granddaughter. This wand, however," Mstislav continued in his deep strong voice. He displayed the wand of pure gold and spiraling rubies.

"Oh, this wand. It brings awe and defeat to me at the same time. Made from the feathers of the mighty Firebird, and hair of the Golden Mare. It was the one used to defeat Baba Yegal and Koschei. The next holder, this prophecy claims, will not rise above me. I will make him my apprentice, and later my henchman. I will not be his mentor or enemy. I will become his master. I will mold the one who is prophesied to destroy me into serving me."

"Who is he talking about?" Harry thought. A child was predicted to destroy him, but who could this young wizard be? Harry then realized that the man was reading his thoughts, he blocked him but it was too late.

"Names can be interesting sometimes. A name could mean one dead man to you Harry, and when I hear your name, I think of someone completely different. The one I'm after – his name will keep him hidden from you. You will never associate his name with wizard, only with hate." Mstislav laughed. With a blinding flash, he disappeared. The room brightened again. There was no trace of the dark wizard left behind. He might as well have never set foot in the Department of Mysteries.

"Everyone back to your stations." Harry ordered, heading back to the office.

"Now, we know why Mstislav is coming here! There's someone prophesied to destroy him, and he is in Britain." Harry said as they rushed to the office with Ron.

"Dennis, find out what happened to his sister, I don't care if you have to call every genealogist in both magical and muggle Europe. We need to know the name of his sister, and see if she appears in any records. Then find out if she had any children. Trace them until you know her descendants today." Ron ordered as Dennis nodded. Harry knew that was looking for a needle in a haystack.

First, however was their lunch hour.

~X~

Harry called to check on Ginny. She'd had lunch earlier at the house explained that Pumpkin did rip up one of Lily's favorite stuff animals and chewed up his slipper. She was also planning on meeting with Wood this afternoon to get a schedule for the Quiddich season.

It was life, Harry figured, hanging up. He then overheard Ron talking to Hermione about surgery dates. He realized things could be worse then a teething puppy messing up their home. This morning they'd had a funny episode of Pumpkin trying to chew the sleeve of Ginny's rob, and tugging her arm down. Harry couldn't help but hear Ron crack up with laughter.

"What's going on?" Harry asked noticing a slight grin on Ron's face.

"Remember yesterday, when Hermione told you about Draco going out the muggle world to work with the lawyer?" Ron could hardly contain his smug smile.

"Yes," Harry answered.

"Her boss asked her to go and meet with her muggle client to some diner where the others attorneys meet to see what they have to say about Draco." Ron explained. "So basically she is eavesdropping to make sure the Muggle lawyers are not making fun of poor Draco." Hermione figured like most of her cases this one would be law changing. "Did she dig up dirt?" Harry asked to find the case amusing.

"The man is wondering if his mother dropped him on his head."

Harry shook his head, "Hermione would have been the better choice."

"It is something I would never volunteer for." Ron agreed, admitting he knew nothing about muggle technology. "She likes her case, it has the potential of being law changing like most of them."

"What is it about?" Harry asked, wondering what was taking the waitress so long.

"A Muggle woman wants to divorce her wizard husband and keep custody of her magical children. Normally, Muggles never get custody in these cases, it has always been the magical children go with the magical parent. Now, that things are changing, Hermione is going to see that she has a chance."

"Sure she'll win, she always does," Harry said.

"Well, apparently while they were there, she recognize the Muggle lawyer Draco is working with, and they ran into each other. He's divorced too, so they got into an exchange about that. So they are chatting away, Hermione took her chance to call me."

The waitress came and took down their typical orders.. Then the waitress went to the next table where Dennis who sat with an older gentlemen. His mother's cousin, Ivan Ossipov the second, who he has come to admired over the years. He agreed to meet with Dennis for lunch, and now sat across from him with broad shoulders and a round harden face with thinning dark red hair.

"I told Mum she could…no, I haven't met her…I don't know, again, I never met her….alright, that is new…when did she say this?...That was thirty-five years ago, she could had changed her mind….Grandmother, when Colin died, I said nasty things to relatives I didn't mean, in case you don't remember... Perhaps she did something similar because of her sister...Fine, if it pleases you, you can invite this Eileen lady as well and her new husband too." It was then, the older man tapped on Dennis's shoulder.

"Ivan, would like to talk to you...your nephew," Dennis then chucked the phone to his first cousin, once removed. Dennis was glad that Ivan had agreed to come and meet him when he asked.

"Aunt Tulip, how is the new great-grandmother holding up?...the kids our fine…she's driving Lavender crazy as normal…yes, all five of the children are fine. Dad is alright, strong as always…I'll remind him to call you…well, I wouldn't give Petunia the 'black sheep' label...that is true...that was over thirty years ago…you do realize she's your dead sisters only living daughter…well, Dad wants to see her, and he wants to meet his two great-nephews and their children. Who?...Ask Dennis." He handed the phone back over.

~X~

Lily walked into her room and gasped.

The stuff hippo she'd owned since she was five lay there with its ears soaked and eyes hanging by mere threads. There was a telltale wet spot on her bed.

"May!" Lily called.

A house elf made herself present. She was wearing a short blue dress and a white apron.

"Yes, Lily?" May asked.

"What happened?" Lily asked, staring at the soggy mess.

"This is the first time you have seen me coming home from school, correct?" May asked, rising an eyebrow. She refused to talk in third person around witches and wizards, practically those left in her care.

"Good afternoon, May," Lily said respectfully.

"That is better," May smiled. A day will come that the house elf's dignity will be fully restored. Her species will see that purpose of their lives will no longer be merely to survive until the sun rises tomorrow. She refused to take her father's place, and putting up with total disrespect.

May looked at her room and rolled her eyes, "Pumpkin got scared during the thunderstorm, and she must have sensed your smell and tried to find you. We'll have to get this clean up."

"She couldn't have done this?" Lily asked shocked.

"You are aware the puppy is not a toy?" May pointed out. She'd observed Lily with Pumpkin this morning before Ron came to pick her up. Lily seemed to be under the impression that the living, breathing dog was just a thing to have around the house for her to play with and leave whenever she desires. May made sure the Potter children owned up to their responsibilities. Harry and Ginny both made it clear she was to watch the children while they were at work. May made sure the Potter children treated her with respect, and saw her as an authority figure.

"Yes," Lily answered, shyly stepping aside as May walked in the room.

"She is more important than your toys. If you didn't want her touching them, you should have cleaned your room before you left. Put them in the closet, or something, like I use to do when you were toddlers." May suggested.

"What happened?" Lily asked.

"The thunder scared her, and she panicked trying to find you. She tried to look where your scent is the strongest." May explained.

"Why didn't you stop her?" Lily asked.

"Again, not my responsibility," May said firmly. "I did put her outside to get fresh air. I put out a water bowl, which you left empty this morning. I filled out then as well. I also put a block on the porch so she wouldn't run off. I suggest you get her leash so she can go and do business, she has been good at that you know. I have noticed, when it's not raining, she will go to the door."

Lily went to the back porch to see the wall at the steps May created with magic. Pumpkin, who was laying under a patio chair got up and started to wander over to Lily. Lily sat cross legged as the animal crawled in her lap and kissed her. Lily then found her lips pressing against the pup's soft fur, kissing the puppy back.

"You shouldn't have destroyed my room." Lily said, upset. Pumpkin just lied there, not responding placing her head on Lily's hand.

"I am very angry with you," Lily said, and again Pumpkin didn't respond.

Lily then rolled a ball across the porch. Pumpkin beamed and chased after it, pounced it and brought back the slobber mess. Lily giggled as the dog's wet tongue lashed across her face again.

Harry came home with a rather large headache. Mstislav was nowhere to be found, and so far there were no clues as to who this prophesy pointed to. Harry came home, and kicked off his shoes. Sinking into the couch, he was assaulted by the sounds of Lily's jangly piano playing and Pumpkin tearing into the chair cushions.

"I already swept," May greeted.

"Thank you," he said.

"Be sure to close your hamper."

"May, may I ask something of you?" Harry asked.

"Yes," She raised an eyebrow.

"What time does Lily have dance lessons?"

"She has gymnastics at four," May answered. "She already had her after school snack."

"Lily," Harry called. She entered the room wearing a pretty green leotard. "Come on, time for gymnastics," Harry said. He had a hard time keeping track of his daughter's activities. Between ballet, gymnastics, violin ,and scouts – basically anything Ginny wanted to do as a child that her parents couldn't afford – Lily did.

Harry was the same way with his sons. Ginny did attend etiquette at a child, and had Lily do the same. He knew Ron and Hermione did the same things, except Hermione did all those activities that she made Rose do.

"Can Pumpkin come?" Lily asked.

"No," Harry answered. "She is fine on her own."

"Alright, let me go shut my door."

"I'll wait." Harry asked, wondering what her reasoning was behind that. He took her to gymnastics, then went back, exhausted. He tried to read the paper, but couldn't focus. Instead his eyes drifted to the mobile phone on the table wondering about the conversation with his aunt yesterday.

Harry had little contact with his blood relatives after the war and he liked it that way. He got an invitation to Dudley's wedding, but didn't go. Dudley had sent a gift to Harry and Ginny's wedding, but had been in the flesh, which was to be expected. Then Dudley suddenly contacted him, desperate for Harry's help.

Violet, who was three months old, had a heart defect and would most likely not live unless she got a new heart. They were on a very long waiting list, Dudley wanted to know if there was something he could do. Vernon was shock when he saw Harry coming to the hospital, and protested. Dudley shut him up, and introduced Harry to his wife.

Ginny found the right potion, but they read it would take a week of magical treatment to cure the infant's heart and would cause the infant a lot of pain. Harry and Ginny took Violet in for the week, so Dudley and Anne wouldn't be confused onto why their daughter was crying so hard while the treatment was taking its course. Dudley gave the excuse for Anne, while Harry and Ginny took her home from the hospital. Harry had to admit, he became somewhat attached to the girl but they were more than glad to give her back and both honored when the two were made godparents. Vernon still saw him as the enemy.

Harry had to admit, he liked hearing about his grandparents and great-grandparents. He went to the box in search of another letter.

~X~

August 15, 1942

A week before the Riddle's murder, this box wasn't at all organized. The memories were far from organized too.

Dear Ivan.

It pleases me to hear of your acceptance at Glasgow Academy! Congratulations! You will do well, it thrills my heart to have a brother so bright. You will fair far. Remember that the highest reward for your toil is not what you get for it, but what you become by it.

I understand you anxieties about leaving home, Ivan. Don't let Mum's tenseness come off you. You deserve this chance. I hear Scotland is a pleasant place, filled with rolling green hills. Mum may not like the idea, but she won't say anything to Dad – his words are final. Our Mother lives in a struggle for words, words she has known her whole life but they will never come from her lips.

Dad will always be the voice of our household. He went to boarding school too, and served in the military which you will do one day as well. We are fortunate; most of the 'former people' are not as successful as our dear father. He had the best education, so he desires for you, his only son to be given the same. I have heard stories of the former counts and princes of Imperial Russia living in poverty today. Yet, look at us, middle class. Look at Dad, a dock supervisor. I have a job, and you are going to get a formal education! It is because of this job and war I have come to realize how blessed we are as a family.

Tulip is jealous, and I am a bit jealous too. We didn't do well in school, so we have no choice but to take the education that is offered to us and acquire the skills to help us to get through life. You are better than that, and deserve better. You will go on and get the education to make the best of life. I don't know much about Glasgow, never being much of a book worm myself, but I am sure there is a reason why Dad chose to enroll you there.

They said, you have to take a language, and you wrote that you have signed up for Russian. That is very smart of you! I am sure as soon as they find out that you speak Russian better than the instructor they will make you take another language. In all aspects I am very proud of you. You are going to go so far. Please send me a picture of you and your uniform, so I can show your girlfriends. There is a Westbourne school for girls not that far, they will be flocking at the sight of you. Please write to me about everything!

I would normally tell you of my day, but there is nothing exciting about being a maid. Every day, I get up and clean top to bottom, ignored by the Riddles unless there is dust. The most exciting thing I do is fetching milk from the dairy farmer, or getting kindle from the house across the woods.

I normally speak with my dear friend, Mr. Gaunt. I don't know why people are so scared of him. He is just a lonely man. He has come around a lot. He isn't mean to me at all, I tell you. I don't blame him for not liking anyone here. He is upset fall is coming. I told him I will still come around even those there is no gardening in his house.

Speaking of which, Frankie sends his congratulations as well. He was around when I was reading the letter. We both joked about the Riddle's ignorance. They live in a large house, and have no evacuees, they still insisted on eating like pigs despite having been given fines on rations violations. I swear they still are under the impression that Edward VII is still the king.

Mrs. Riddle is a piece of work I tell you. She takes three hour to get ready and expects me to help her. So annoying and old fashioned – she doesn't even know my name and I see her every day.

I am starting to understand why Mum is the way she is, she had to work for people like the Riddles her entire upbringing. I would be unhappy too if I had to spend my mornings emptying their shit and washing their sheets. It really seems like a war everyday between the Riddles and their staff. They depend on us just as much we depend on them. I think it is better I do this, and let Mum enjoy working at the factory and doing something that is worthwhile and appreciated.

The Riddles do however, have a victory garden. Frankie says he only plans to stay the Riddle's gardener until something better comes along.

Ivan, be kind to those you come across, but keep a sharp eye on those who will take advantage. Please write to me, I want to hear about you and your friends. Please take care of Tulip, Mum and Dad. I want you to also go out of your way to befriend Yuri.

Love,

Iris

Harry then found another memory. He wondered if this was it. He had no clue how to organize these bottles, as none of them were dated. The only possible solution would be to observe the memory and then catalog it accordingly. He took the memory up to his study and poured it into the pensieve.

He found himself in the cold attack room again. It was almost pitch-black and very damp. Harry could hear the pitter-patter of rain hitting the wooden ceiling, accompanied by the occasional clap of thunder and flash of lightning.

Harry saw his grandmother. She seemed to be in her late teens. Covered in a quilt and her hair in a braid, Iris slept soundly until a loud crack came from the doorway, followed by a stumble of someone slamming against the stone wall.

Iris turned her away from the door to the window. Her eyes were wide as she looked through her unseen grandson.

Harry then saw a light. A light that appears when the person in the memory is having one of their own memories. Harry journeyed with his grandmother into her past.

Harry found himself at a platform of a train station. He was surrounded by men in blue uniforms kissing their families goodbye, and children carrying large suitcases and tags pinned to their coats. He notice one train left a platform cluttered by a sea of Union Jacks and St. George's Crosses, and smiled. This truly was a time for English patriotism in both worlds.

His grandmother was in a ticket line. Harry was able to recognize Iris in a way he hadn't seen her in the other memory. In this setting, she was a young woman of elegance. Iris stood with a suitcase in one hand, and a plaid coat in the other. Her hair was tied into a bun, and she wore a red hat and white dress with red poka-dots.

In front of Iris was a man that appeared to be in his mid-fifties. Lean and muscular, he wore a brown suit. He was tall, six feet at least, with broad shoulders that he held back proudly. Behind Iris was a woman, in her mid forties at least, that barely made five feet with skin wrapped bones. She also had red hair, but much darker than her daughters.

Margaritka was dressed fancily, with a fur coat and a string of pearls. She wore a blue hat with a draped net over her face. She holding tightly to a small white handbag. Despite being dressed in all the fancy clothes, she took her steps much more humbly than her husband. She didn't have near as delicate features as her daughter, her skin had to be much more withered through her life. Her skin was pale, almost-ghost like complexion with bright blue eyes. Yet, Harry recognized that Margaritka still held beauty in her own right

"One tickets to Big Hangleton," The man said in a deep, rumbling voice. The ticket master clicked a piece of paper and give it to him.

As the family left the line, Konstantin leaned down to Iris and asked her something. She glanced at her watch.

"12:14. We have forty minutes until it arrives, Daddy."

Margaritka then asked her husband something in Russian. He nodded and sat on a bench near the platform. Margaritka then took Iris by the arm and dragged her behind the station, away from the crowd and the people. When they were alone, she spoke, in English, this time

"Please, don't try to tell me to be upset with Daddy for making these arrangements. Britain is at war, I want to do my part. He had no right to make arrangements for me to be a damn maid." Iris said to her mother stubbornly. The woman shook her head and said something to in Russian, causing Iris roll her eyes in frustration.

"What do you mean Daddy's wrong? Mum, this is the first I heard you say something against him. What is he wrong about? He spoke fondly of his household. I know you both lived great lives in Russia, I don't want to hear it."

Margaritka shook her head, Harry could tell Iris's statements were wrong from the knowledge he collected about his great grandmother.

If she was a child maid, her life would have been far from any bliss. He could also tell from more features he was able to pick up from observing her. She had a scar on her wrist and by her lips, and she was missing a few teeth in her mouth.

"What danger could possibly occur at a rich person's house?" Iris said to her in a tone no child should ever take with her mother. The women rolled her eyes, reached into her pocket and put a knife in her daughter's hand.

Margaritka then spoke in English. "I was twelve. Locks were forbidden on our doors, too much money. The kitchen maid gave me a knife and told me to put it under my pillow. I did because I heard stories. One night, the butler came to my room. I knew not to fight him, he crawled on me, and had me pinned. I grabbed it and scarred his face. I did not want my daughter to be a maid, but since you must, I will not let you go without a knife. It is the responsibility of every woman to protect herself. It is the duty of every mother to preserve the life of her young, even when she can't be there."

It was in that moment, Margaritka grabbed her daughter's bag and shoved the knife in it.

It was in that moment, Margaritka grabbed her daughter's bag and shoved the knife in it.

"Don't speak ill of your father's family friend." Margaritka said, referring to the butler. Iris followed her mother back.

~X~

Harry was back in the attic bedroom. Iris, without lifting her head, reached under her pillow and pulled out a knife. She held the blade tightly to her chest, eyes shut. Her eyes then busted open.

The stench of alcohol filled the room as door swung open. Iris held the knife tighter to her chest, fingers wrapped around the hilt, preparing herself.

Harry watched helplessly as Thomas Riddle, the heir to the household, former husband of Moran Gruant stumble in, and shut the door behind him.

He walked across the room and suddenly, stopped, staring at Iris. Her back was to him.

She was beautiful, he saw it. Something about her was so enchanting. He wanted her. Thomas threw his flask to the floor, and sat at a chair. A fire blazed inside him, causing his skin to burn with desire.

What was it about her that drove him so mad? How dare this lowly servant put a curse on him that caused him to fall for her flesh? He'd watched her for months as she went about the house. She was truly a rose among thorns, and he had become obsessed with wanting to pluck her.

Curse her soul, He thought to himself, for driving him into such lust.

How many times has he envision Iris in her room, without clothes, scorching his soul? He couldn't get her out of his head. Her red hair had caused a spark in him, forcing him to this room at this hour. Thomas wasn't going to fail to seize this chance. This was her fault anyway. If she hadn't been so beautiful he wouldn't have needed to do this.

He knew she wasn't a virgin, she did ask for a weekend off to visit her soldier boyfriend, and he has seen the way she dressed on her days off. In tight dresses, shaping her body and her breast.

She was asking for it, and he knew that no one would believe her if she complained. Thomas smiled, when he spotted an empty bottle of brown ale in her trash can. He was going to get away with this.

Thomas kicked off his shoes, and tore off his vest. He then unclipped his suspenders letting his trousers fall to the ground then pulled off his shirt. He started to creep towards Iris, as she clung to the knife. As she heard each item of clothing dropped, her panic increased tenfold. She reminded herself to remain calm, as he drew closer with each step. Her fingers were sweaty on the knife.

Suddenly, from the crack of the floor, a snake slithered out from under the bed. It's large fangs propelled it's uncoiling body towards Riddle.

The man tried to get across it the snake moved to one side and snapped at him. He moved to the other side, the snake corresponded stretching its body around the perimeter of the bed.

The man quickly jumped over it and was at the bedpost. Iris leaped up with the knife pointed at him.

Then another snake came out from under the bed. Iris stood up on tip-toed, noticing the creatures for the first time. She leaned against the wall and managed to give the younger Master Riddle a deadly glare.

The snake wrapped itself around his leg. Tom screeched as he tried to shake it off and tripped on the other one as it slithered down his waist to his thigh. Iris watched, confused and fascinated, but kept the knife trained on him the entire time.

He managed to get out of the room, tripping over a stand and continued in panic, leaving his clothes behind. Soon, the sounds of his footsteps soon vanished.

Iris leaped out of bed, watching the snakes warily. They slithered through the crack in the floor, leaving the room. Iris grabbed Riddle's clothes and opened the window as the rain calmed outside. She threw the clothes out into the rain. Put the knife back under her pillow and pulled her blanket over her head.

~X~

Harry came out for a minute, paused and shook his head.

He was used to intense memories, and had seen some more terrible than these. Harry had to view very violent memories in his life. The most graphic memories being from Amber Cummes, a muggle woman who shot her wizard husband, John Cummes in his sleep after years of abuse, and the fear of him going after their young witch daughter. Hermione of course, represented her. During the investigation Carnation found that he plan to blow up bomb the ministry, so actually Amber saved more lives. Now, her daughter was seventh year Gryffindor, and both doing fine.

Harry felt his auror instincts come in as he gathered as much information as he could from the memories and letters, beginning his personality analyses on Iris.

Then a voice came from downstairs.

"Harry, did Astor bring the mail yet?" Harry heard Ginny beckoning him. Harry put the box and bottles carefully on a small shelf and went downstairs to meet his wife.

Harry than heard a cry as the roaring of the wind beat the house. He made his way to the door of Lily's room to find Pumpkin with her head in the corner pressed against the door. Harry picked Pumpkin up by the stomach and tucked her under his large arms, where she burrowed into his sweater. He went down to the kitchen to meet his wife, who was making tea. They exchange pecks on the lips.

"Hagrid made an appointment with his veterinary surgeon for us." Ginny said, stroking the distressed puppy behind the ears.

"He did?" Harry asked, examining the mail.

"Yes, Dr. Ariel Bleddyn, undergrad in biology and Veterinary medicine bachelor at Cambridge, and her masters and PHD in small animal surgery at the Veterinary College in London. She is also a member of the Royal College of Veterinary Surgeons." Ginny explained. "She is Welsh, owns a small animal clinic in Swansea, and treats farm animals in the midlands. She also treats patents across the UK. "

"Is she the one who put Fang asleep?" Harry asked, concerned.

"Yes," Ginny answered. "Hagrid highly recommended her. She also set Hagrid up with Piper. During the conversation I found out Hagrid never adopted a puppy, he only adopts older dogs, from rehoming centers where he adopted Fang and Sean. Dr. Bleddyn provided him with Piper after she helped rehabilitate her at a center run by the Royal Society Prevention to Cruelty of Animals."

"I can't imagine anyone abusing Hyper," Harry said, using the lab-retriever-settler mix well earned nick name. "I mean Piper."

"She was apparently confiscated from a junk-yard owner that didn't provide shelter and then return by an elderly couple that found her too energetic, Dr. Bleddyn then saw her as a potential candidate for the new Hogwarts dog."

"She knows about the magic world?" Harry asked.

"Her brothers are both wizards; she's a muggle. But she has helped train her brothers' dogs, and knows how to help magical dog owners keep their animal concealed. She provides for a lot of dogs owned by magical families." Ginny explained. "The appointment is October15th, at 9:30."

She opened a large envelope from Dover as she drank some tea with her husband.

"Is that your father's manuscript?" Harry asked curiously.

"Yes," Ginny answered, as her fingers ran down the manuscript. She sat it aside and went through the rest of the envelopes. They were mostly bills. She wondered if it was the chapter on nuclear weapons, the only thing in the muggle world that scared Ginny. Ginny looked through it, it was that chapter. Her mind went back to when she was a child and the Ministry contacted her family, informing them that an object with radiation was fond in the wizard world. Her father and other specialists of muggle objects were being given instruction on how to care for nuclear weapons and get it back to the muggle world. Later, her father told her family how muggles have a thing called nuclear power and they used them to create these things called atomic bombs, two of them have been sent off and created an explosion so powerful it destroyed the magical world.

For months Ginny had nightmares of mushroom clouds until she found out that muggles were just as scared of them. Later, she learned that's what gave rise to Voldmort witches and wizards were scared that muggle-borns and their parents would somehow use these weapons on them. Fear always leads to hate. Ginny scanned the chapter put the manuscript aside to change the subject. "I heard you ran into Mstslav today."

"I heard you saw Mstslav."

"Yes, even Ron came over from the office to try and capture him." Harry explained. Ron was a businessman now, he and George had made a fortune but he still came over when Mstslav was a threat. He did, after all murder Molly's grandmother. Ron only came back to being an auror when Mstslav was in the country, besides that he was happier making more money being George's business partner. "How did your meeting with Wood go today?"

Ginny sighed, "Here is the schedule. Look when our son is being debuted."

October 13- Ravenclaw Vs Gryffindor

October 20- Slytherin vs Hufflepuff

November 3- Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff

November 18-Slytherin vs. Gryffindor

December 2-Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff

December 16th-Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw

"What's wrong with the 13th?" Harry asked.

"October 13, 1017 AD, Rowena Ravenclaw signed the contract that merged The Ravenclaw Academy for Exceptional Witches and Wizards with Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. That means our son, along with the other Gryffindors, are playing against the Ravenclaws on the 1000th Anniversary of the Ravenclaw House. Hundreds of Ravenclaws alumni will be there. It's also the first time a werewolf played in a Quiddich match in Great Britain who, of course is the seeker. So hundreds of werewolves from across Europe plan to come and show support to her. A large crowed will be rooting against James to support Lilac Ossupov in catching the snitch."

"What did Wood say?" Harry asked.

"I tried to bring it up, he said that is the only team that will fit." Ginny explained.

"The two other houses?" Harry asked.

"The Slytherin Alumni approached him at the end of last season to see if they could not be the team scheduled against Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff…well, the current headmistress."

"Well, we'll be there." Harry ensured. "It won't be that bad." He was only saying this, of course, to comfort Ginny. In truth, there wasn't much they could do.