"How is she?" Ron asked, after Raph, Seamus and Ron landed the craft, now dubbed the 'Cockroach', due to it's hard shell, outside the front door.

"She'll live." Liz said, after checking her temperature. "She's a little sick, but if we keep her in this bed for the night, it should keep the symptoms from getting worse. It was a good idea to camp out in a furniture store, Neville."

"I just thought that the beds would be comfortable." He replied. "I was thinking, 'How are we going to stay away from those cloud monsters?' When I realised that they don't enter buildings, and we only look for food and water from 10 o'clock to 2 o'clock, they don't show up then."

"I'm impressed, Neville." Hermione said. "By the way, that small child…"

"Oh, that's Vivi." Neville said. Vivi was currently watching Ezio and Seamus try and light a fire from wood that was kept here by Neville and Luna. Seamus was trying a spell, and Ezio was using some newspapers and a lighter. "We don't know much about him, even he doesn't know. We think he's one of those monsters, but he's able to talk and think. Hell, he was the one who told us how to avoid the monsters."

"Seamus, if that spell backfires again, I'm snapping that wand!" Ezio shouted.

"Well, at least I can use the spell!" Seamus retorted. "I've made a better fire than you!"

"We had to put out your fire because you set a wardrobe on fire! If you hadn't used that spell, my fire would've been lit and we wouldn't be arguing."

Vivi just stood up and walked over to the fire, holding his hands outwards, palms facing each other, then slamming them together. As he clapped his hands, the wood in the fireplace were suddenly alight, and burning wildly. "…Thanks, kid." Ezio said, rubbing Vivi's head. Vivi just ran over to Neville, and hid behind him. "Hey, I won't hurt you." Ezio complained.

"He also can use powerful offensive magic."

"Neville, what are you and Luna doing here?" I asked. "If the other students were evacuated to Hogwarts, why aren't you there?"

"It's hard to explain, Harry." Neville said, scratching the back of his head. "Well, my Nan didn't think that the school was safe enough, so she sent me to a nearby town. We have a beach house that I could stay at. Or, had."

"So, she sent you to Wales, a hut next to the beach, to protect you from Death Eaters and swimming aliens from another galaxy!" Raphael shouted. "What the hell was she thinking?"

"Those monsters in the tanks are actually aliens?" Neville said, shocked at the realisation.

"Neville, what are 'Aliens'?" Vivi asked.

"Well, it's hard to explain…" Neville started.

"Alien means 'from another land'." Hermione said. "While the most popular meaning involves 'Extraterrestrials', or creatures from another planet, it can mean any foreigner."

"Oh." Vivi then looked into space, thinking hard. "Am I an alien? From another world?"

"Where were you born?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know." he replied, sadly. "The first thing I know is lying in the street, then meeting Luna and Neville."

"Well, if that means you were born here, no." Ron said. "But we don't know where you were born."

"What about Luna?" I asked.

"Luna was here on holiday with her dad. I met them at the seaside town, when he tried to get us to London for the Hogwarts express. He was just as weird as Luna was, if not even more so. But he is a nice guy." Neville reached out into his bag, and took out a newspaper. "He's the editor of the Quibbler, a weekly magazine that runs 'conspiracy theories', strange news stories that are unusual by wizard standards. When the Daily Prophet were writing about how you were lying about Voldemort coming back, he was writing a counter argument, pointing out evidence against the Ministry's cover up."

"So you believe me?" I asked, taking the magazine from Neville and reading it. It's very oddball, but at least someone is arguing for me.

"Both me and my grandparents." He replied. "We knew you weren't lying because of the evidence that anyone could believe. Like Snape's Dark Mark, which was evidence enough."

"At least a few Wizards still have brain cells." Ezio replied. "Wait, isn't Snape a teacher?"

"He was a spy for Dumbledore during the First Wizarding War." Bill replied. "If you met up with Xeno, where did he go?"

"When we got to a house belonging to a friend of his, he went through the Floo Network to make sure London was still safe. When he went through, the fire turned from green to black."

"Hermione, is that bad?" Liz asked.

"Yes, it means that the entire Floo Network went down. There is only one way that could happen. Someone cursed the Floo Network. And before you ask, the Floo Network is a form of transport where you throw a substance called Floo Powder to travel between charmed fireplaces."

"The Floo Network is the Public way of travelling from, say, one house to another, or from the house to a public place." Bill explained. "Dad set up a private connection between our house, in the Burrow, and the Headquarters for the Order."

"Couldn't Xeno Apperate back?" Ron asked. "It wouldn't be that difficult."

"Xenophilius was arrested by Aurors for 'Inciting public panic'. Luckily, Dad was able to get him off the charges, and he's now staying in the Order HQ. He can't leave London, however, or else they'll know. Also, the Ministry set up anti-Apperation wards. No-on can Apperate in or out of the city, only within."

"Then how did you get here?" I asked, before realising. "Oh, the connection with the Burrow and the Order HQ, right? Then where is the HQ?"

"It's Sirius's house." Bill replied.

"Sirius Black?" Neville asked, sounding nervous. "You mean-"

"Sirius Black didn't kill those 12 people." Ron replied. "It was Scabbers."

"The rat?" Neville asked, confused.

"Peter Pettigrew." Harry answered. "He was an Animagus. So, how is Sirius?"

"He's doing well." Bill replied. "He was jealous that all of us were Conduits and he wasn't. The Weasleys, minus Mum, and Remus."

"So, Fred and George explained Conduits to you?" Raphael asked, in a not-very surprised reaction. "Well, Ron was a Conduit, so I was expecting it."

"Oh, right." Ezio said, suddenly perking up. "The Conduit gene is guaranteed to be passed down from the father to children, but only a quarter from mothers. Hermione, that could mean that one of your parents has the gene."

"Well, they haven't awakened." Bill said. "When we picked them up, they didn't have any powers."

"Are they safe?" Hermione asked.

"They're staying at the Burrow." Bill reassured her.

"What about Luna's? Or Neville's, or even Liz's?"

"Well, I hope that there was a mutation for my powers." Liz said. "Imagine what my dad would do to you if he knew of our intentions to marry, Ezio."

"Hey, he already tried to murder me."

"You're engaged?" Neville asked. "Congratulations."

"Not officially, yet, but we are going to get married." Ezio said. "Do you know if your parents have powers, Neville?"

"I don't know."

"Hey, don't you live with your grandparents?" Hermione asked. "What happened to your parents?"

"…I'd rather not talk about it…" Painful, huh?

"Well, what powers do your family have?" Ezio asked Bill.

"Dad can cause machines to run, even if they're broken, and cause them to run off of magic, I can create spikes from whatever substance I'm touching-"

"Like snow." Vivi said. "If you were standing in water, then you'd create spikes of water."

"Well, yes." Bill said. "Charlie can cover himself with hard scales, grow wings and breathe fire, like a dragon."

"Fitting," Ron said, "He works on a dragon reservation in Romania."

"He can also speak to dragons. Fred and George can see and hear anything, by themselves, and when touching, their powers combine. That's how we knew how you were all safe."

"They told?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, Mum and Dad were equally furious that they took that charm off the letter, and sent you weapons. We don't know what power Percy has, he won't talk to us because we won't believe the Ministry's lies-"

"Wait, Percival?" Ezio said. "Are you shitting me?"

"Wait, you know him?" Hermione asked.

"No, the guy behind the Drophyd attacks is called Percival Tachyon. I just thought it was a strange coincidence."

"As I was saying." Bill said, in annoyance. "Let's just say, Fred and George's reaction was equally hilarious and offensive. Ginny can manifest barriers that she can control at will, and instantly set up wards. She created the wards that found you all."

"And Professor Lupin?" I asked.

"He's able to turn into a werewolf at will, and is also much physically stronger in Wolf form. He can also control berserk werewolves."

"Is that how you got your scars?" Ezio asked. "I can tell that they cause Lycanthropy, a werewolf disease."

"Actually, anyone who is a Werewolf with the Conduit gene gets that as a power. I got scratched by someone called, 'Fenrir Greyback'."

"Is theme naming common in the Wizarding world?" Ezio asked. "It's just that, well, giving someone a name associated with wolves is begging for their child to be bitten."

"I hope not. Luckily, I didn't get infected, but I do get bestial urges. I have to eat my steaks extra raw."

"By the way, what did you mean when you said that the magical world was exposed?" Hermione asked.

"The Death Eaters performed some high profile attacks on the muggle community. They killed off Prince Charles, who was protecting the Queen, in front of TV cameras, and Greyback almost killed Prime Minister Cameron when he was greeting people evacuated to London."

"What about in the magic community? No deaths?"

"Actually, no high profile killings, but they did kill a Muggle Born in Hogsmeade."

"How could the Ministry cover this up, saying that it isn't Voldemort?" Ron asked

"I don't know, I can't believe we're neglecting this one." Hermione said. "How's Cho?"

"Cho Chang?" Bill said. "She'll live. She got her injuries treated at Saint Mungo's, a magic hospital."

"Where in London is that?" Hermione asked.

"It's hidden behind a closed store called 'Purge and Dowse, Ltd.'" Neville answered. "I've been a few times."

"Really?" Ezio asked. "What floor do they keep the insane patients?"

"Fourth floor." He replied.

"Neville, you answered that far too quickly for passing knowledge of somewhere you've been a few times, let alone that question. What happened to your parents to land them in a Psyche ward?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Sorry I asked. I'm sure it's painful for you."

"After we took her there to get treated, we took her back to HQ, then took her to the Burrow, where she, Ginny, the twins and a few guests are staying."

"Who?"

"Wait to see." Bill said, getting up. "Well, might as well get something to eat. What do you have, Neville?"

"Instant, dry food. You add water to it." He then got up and went over to a cupboard, which had some plates, but also a few packets of instant noodles, pot noodles, instant pasta, and a large amount of water. "We couldn't get any fresh or frozen food, so this is all we got."

"Well, that can't be healthy." Bill said. "We should eat." Grabbing a kettle, he filled it with water, and took it over to the fire. "Well, I'll try and Apperate back to the Burrow, let everyone know you're all safe, and to get some spare beds, after we all eat."

"Well, I have to check on Luna." Liz said. "I think, if I can move her closer to the fire, it would help."

"Oh, hello?" Luna said, coming over. "Have you got the fire lit?"

"Luna, you shouldn't be out of bed." Liz said, angrily. "You fainted in the snow, and you could be sick."

"I'm fine." Luna said, with a weak smile. "Just a bit tired. But I also hear voices."

"That's probably Ifrit." Hermione said. "Aeons can communicate with whoever holds their seal."

"Well, summon him." Seamus said. "We need to know who ordered him to kill us."

"Well, I'll try." Luna then held out her hand, causing a ball of fire to appear. The ball of fire then became an imp, but it was recognisable as Ifrit. "So, you're the Aeon Ifrit?"

"The term Aeon only applies to Eidolons that haven't been bound to a mortal." Ifrit replied. "But yes, I am Ifrit, the Eidolon of flames."

"Why the different names, Aeon, Eidolon?" Seamus asked.

"An Aeon means a being of pure magic, that is free to roam the physical plane." Ifrit explained. "An Eidolon is commonly called an 'Image' of magic, which is only a projection of the magic sealed within our Summoners."

"How are you much stronger than Shiva, then." I asked. "When we fought her, it was much easier to take her down."

"Shiva was always rebellious." Ifrit said. "She was the only one who willingly became an Eidolon the first time, and she wouldn't answer to anyone but her original Sorceress. But that was the problem. We had our souls bound to wild magic to prevent destruction, and the longer she went without becoming an Eidolon, the more damage she did."

"What do you mean by 'Sorceress'?" Luna asked.

"Whenever an Aeon becomes an Eidolon, our magic is sealed within a female human, who becomes a Sorceress, a witch who holds tremendous power. However, since you slew Shiva," He said, looking at Hermione, "a lingering soul inherited her power and formed a contract with you."

"Does that explain how the Admiral became a ghost after Pettigrew killed him, even when he was a Muggle?" Liz said, looking in confusion.

"No, but it does explain how Pettigrew was killed when he summoned Shiva." Ezio said.

"I've never heard of a ghost coming from a Muggle's passing," Ifrit said. "when a person dies, then the soul automatically passes on."

"Then it was due to snapping Pettigrew's wand when he used the Killing Curse." Hermione said. "Who ordered you to kill us?"

"My summoner." He said.

"No, who was your summoner." She asked.

"A witch."

"WHAT IS THE NAME!" Hermione shouted.

"I know you want to know who ordered me to kill you, but I am bound by a code of honour to keep it hidden." Ifrit replied. "However, if you get enough proof about who gave the order, I will gladly confirm it."

"Well, this sucks." Ezio said.

"What, we don't know who wants us dead?" Ron sarcastically asked.

"No, we know who wants us dead," Ezio shouted. "racist Wizard inbreeds who are obsessed with 'Purity', a Dark Lord with a snake fetish, a no-longer hidden branch of the British government who wants Harry silenced, and aliens looking for cats! I was talking about how this was six pages in Microsoft Word of info dump, so hopefully, in the next page, we'll do something exciting. I'm gonna get something to eat." Ezio then headed over to the cupboard and grabbed a packet of noodles. They had a sort of pinkish colouring, so I had to say bacon flavour. "Harry, you can tell in the dark?"

"My cousin is a real pig." I replied. "He even had a tail."

"So, that's what your accidental magic was?" Luna asked. "Giving your cousin a tail?"

"Actually, that was Hagrid." I said, guiltily. "I caused my cousin to fall into a snake exhibit at the zoo."

"I caused Bill's shoes to disappear, but he blames Fred and George, so don't tell him." Ron replied. "Hermione?"

"I blew up a stereo. Luna?"

"I caused a Nargle to appear, but it disappeared shortly afterwards."

"I actually bounced." Neville said. Ezio was giving a look of horror, trying to understand the circumstances. "When I was younger, my grandfather was worried that I was a Squib, so he dropped me out of a first story window to test my magic, which caused me to bounce to safety. My entire family was happy." Ezio, Liz, Hermione and Raphael were mortified when they heard this.

"He did what!"

"Who let them raise you!"

"I'm going to punch both of them in the face!"

"Calm down." Bill said. "Wizarding laws dictate that orphaned children go to live with their closest blood relative, even if the relatives are abusive." Of course, that didn't make it better. Long arguments about what happened if the relatives were abusive, or where the child goes when his relatives die ended up being the only thing the four asked Bill about all night. Wait, was… that the reason that Dumbledore kept sending me to the Dursleys?

18/07/2011

"So, we're going to travel in this?" Neville said, helping lift some supplies into the Cockroach. Raphael, Ron and Seamus really did a good job. The craft had 10 seats total, all taken from a bus. The chairs had two seatbelts, probably for security, and had visible steel bars on the inside. The front of the craft had 3 seats, one for the pilot, and 3 for passengers. There were three chairs in the next row, facing the back, and a large gap that could fit 2 more chairs in the front two rows, that was taken up by a large gun that was facing forward, that was kept inside a large metallic box. The last row had five chairs, all lined up next to each other. All supplies are kept in metallic boxes under our seats. It also had windows added before our first flight by Hermione working with Luna (Kind of weird that they found bags of sand near a police station). It also had what Raph called a 'Booster Rocket' and 'Stabilisers', that he added this morning, the booster to increase speeds, and the four stabilisers, two on each side, to keep it from going out of control. "Is it safe to even ride in it?"

"Relax." Ron said, rubbing his hands on his shoulders. "This thing is fully tested, it can withstand collisions, it has thick armour, and it also has these things called 'Kinetic Barriers' that will keep stray bullets from even hitting us, let alone water. Also, it's fast, for making a quick escape." Setting the supplies under a seat, he then went back to grab some more. "If you don't like heights, then sit in the middle."

"Alright, so what do I do with this device?" Bill said, holding a small screen and a small receiver connected to it. I was carrying bottles of water over to the craft, we were going to be thirsty after all.

"It's called a sat nav, or 'Satellite Navigation'." Raphael explained. "Since we don't know where the Burrow is, you have to Apperate there and set the sat nav in an open area. These two units are linked so that we can tell where the Burrow is, and you can tell how far away we are."

"So, it will help you get to the Burrow?" Bill asked. "What's this green button for?"

"It will allow you to call us while we're flying." Liz replied. "I already added a SIM card, and added each other as contacts." With that, Bill gave us his luck, before we pointed out Ron's power was luck, and Apperated out.

"Okay, where do I sit?" Seamus said, carrying the last load out. Raphael pointed him to the front, where he was supposed to sit. "Next to the gun?"

"Yes, next to the gun." Ezio said. "We can't grab more ammo, so we need you to provide your infinity power to the gun so that we don't run out of ammo during a fight. Also, there's a gas tank we need you to keep filled."

"So, you want me to sit next to a gun, and on top of something that can explode?" Seamus explained. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"Hey, at least your seat doesn't have that ME Core." Ezio said. "It's built under my chair. In fact, I think it makes me feel sick."

"Well, you'll feel better to be at the Burrow then." I said, helping Luna take Vivi on. "Where are you going to sit?"

"I'm going to take a window seat." Luna said. "I want to watch out for any birds, like a Phoenix, Thestral or an owl. I hope I can see a Zoni."

"…Zoni?" I asked. "What's a Zoni?"

"Zoni make sure that time keeps flowing properly." Luna said, with the same blank stare she always had. "They helped me find Neville."

"Right…" I said, before watching her and Vivi take a seat. Luna was sat at one of the back facing chairs, on the left hand side, with Vivi sat at her opposite, facing forward. As Neville got into the craft, he had a feeling of nervousness, everyone could tell. It was clearly on his face. "Relax, Neville, nothing bad is going to happen."

"I guess you're right." He said, shivering, but I couldn't tell if it was the cold or his nerves. "But you could never know." As he was sitting down, he sat next to Vivi, and helped Luna buckle him in, before both of them strapped themselves in. Neville just slumped over, trying not to think about what was about to happen.

"Neville?" Vivi said, with a look of concern in his eyes. That's the only way we can tell what he's thinking, the eyes are very expressive, like in a cartoon. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah." He said to Vivi. "Just nervous."

"Why?"

"Well, I've had a terrible experience with flying." Neville said. "I've never flown at all, after that."

"What happened?" Vivi asked, obviously perplexed.

"Neville lost control of his broom when he was 11." Seamus said. "He flew out of control and flew about, before crashing hard and breaking his arm."

"Oh, don't bring it up!" Neville said, obviously angry.

"What? I'm just bringing up a good memory." He said, after charging the machinegun, gas tank and batteries, just in case. "If that didn't happen, Harry wouldn't become Gryffindor's Seeker."

"Don't make fun of Neville." Vivi said, obviously angry (Again, the eyes, but now they were red).

"What, I was only teasing him." Seamus said. However Vivi was still angry, as he was getting ready to throw a fireball at Seamus.

"Vivi, calm down!" I shouted. "Seamus, don't tease Neville, even if it's just for a laugh."

"But, Harry-" Seamus tried to speak up.

"No 'Buts'!" I shouted. "Vivi almost threw a fireball at you! Even though we have Liz, that would still kill you." I then turned to Vivi, who was definitely nervous. "Vivi, don't lose your temper like that. If you did that, Seamus would've been killed."

"I-I'm sorry…" Vivi said, crying. His eyes were now a light-blue colour, and the tears that were present made it obvious that he was crying. "I-I didn't want him making fun of Neville…"

"Just don't do it again." I said, before turning around, seeing Hermione looking at me, arms crossed. "What?"

"You handled that very well, Harry." She said, giving me a smile. "Well, at least you're maturing well."

"Where are you going to sit?" I asked her.

"Probably in the front, so to make sure we're on the right track." She said. "Also, after that little incident, if Seamus acts up, I'll be able to stop him."

"Is that why the twins are slightly afraid of you?" I joked.

"Well, if there is another school year, I'll definitely make them scared." She replied. Suddenly, she looked off to the side, obviously thinking about something. "I should really apologise."

"For what?" I asked. "You haven't done anything."

"No, you're wrong." She said. "…Before Summer, Dumbledore asked that Ron and I not write to you, saying that you were still shaken up over Cedric's death."

"Hermione, we talked about this." I said.

"If I knew about how the Dursleys treated you, I wouldn't have said yes." She interrupted. "Dumbledore said that, if we didn't write you…" She paused, with a look of guilt on her face. "Then we'd be guaranteed to become Prefects this year."

"Wait, he bought you two off?" I said. "Well, I knew how important school is for you."

"But, with everything that's happened," She said, almost crying. "it was pointless to make that deal. I should've turned it down." I just walked over to Hermione and put my hand on her shoulder.

"Hermione, I forgive you. But we have bigger things to deal with." As she stopped crying, she looked me in the face, with a smile. "Come on, let's get to the Burrow."

She climbed into the cockpit, sitting next to Seamus, with her facing the right side window. I climbed next to the gun, opposite Luna's single chair, as Ezio sat next to Neville, and Liz next to him. When is he going to ask her? Ron then climbed next to me, next to the right window. Raphael then did something to the three doors on the outside, probably locked us inside to stop the doors from opening mid-flight. He then got into the cockpit, then did the same on the inside, and strapped himself in.

"I locked the doors with gas cylinders to keep the doors secured." He said. "If we ever crash," He explained, pointing at red handles on the door, "Pull those to get out. Okay, ready?" We all nodded and then he turned a key, then pressed a button. We suddenly felt the craft lift off the ground, before we heard what sounded like a plane engine. "Well, here we go!"

We then flew into the air at great speed, flying straight into the snowstorm, as we saw the ground and knew how fast we were going. Definitely faster than a car. "90 Miles per Hour. You can't do this in a car." Raph said.

It was almost an hour before I realised that we were almost there. I looked over to see what everyone else was doing. Vivi and Luna were playing Rock, Paper, Scissors (Vivi was winning), Liz was helping Ezio (Is he sick again?), Ron was playing Exploding Snap, Raphael was telling Ron to put the cards away in case they exploded (they didn't), Neville was angry at Seamus, Seamus was bent over with his hands to his crotch and Hermione was reading, and shaking her ha- She hit him there?

"How can you be sick again?" Liz said, rubbing Ezio's forehead. "You hardly get motion sick." However, Ezio just looked at her, talking through telepathy. "Ezio, if you were trying to talk with telepathy, something is wrong." Ezio just looked at her, as his eyes went wide.

"What's wrong?" I had to ask. "Don't tell me that he lost his powers."

"I think he has." Liz replied back to me, while taking off Ezio's seatbelts. "Hey, did any of you notice that, when we were coming to Swansea, his telepathy was slightly quieter?"

"It was." I answered. "It was slightly quieter than normal. Is there a cause?"

"Hey, come to think of it," Neville said, "I do feel a bit sick." Before that, we heard a small explosion and looked over at Ron. "Isn't Ron's power luck?"

"Everyone who isn't feeling even a little sick, raise their hands." All hands stayed down, with the exception of Vivi. "Well, this isn't good."

"Hey, Ezio's the sickest." I said. "Isn't he sitting over the Mass Effect Core?" Liz then went and opened the door under the seat, then immediately passed out. "Move her out of the way!" Ron and I undid our seat belts and pulled Liz to our seat while closing the hatch. "Well, that isn't good."

"Hey," Hermione got our attention. "Ezio has armour, right? Put it on, it might help block out the Core's effect."

"Ezio, I know you're tired, but can you show me how to get your armour out?" I said. He then held up his arm, the one with the GrummelNet bracelet. As I brought up the wheel, I only saw a selection of guns. …ef… I flicked the wheel left, showing a shield and an option saying, 'Equip? Yes/No', the yes and no forming two separate words. Pressing yes, we watched as the armour appeared around him, forming the chest plate, arm and leg guards, and a helmet. "I have got to get some armour."

"You should've bought one before we left Belfast." Ezio said. "Well, at least we know one thing. Don't let Conduits near MECs."

Suddenly, the craft was shaken by something, which caused Ron, Liz, Ezio and I to get knocked up quite badly. "What was that?" Neville asked, beginning to panic.

"I don't know." Ezio said, getting up. "Dammit, the visor broke." He said, poking at the partially damaged helmet lens.

"Uh, guys?" Seamus said, looking behind us. "We have company." As I got up and looked out the back window. "D-Drophyds!"

"Oh…" Ron said, seeing one of them build up charge for a weapon. "SHIT!" The weapon went off, damaging our back stabilisers and causing our MEC (Catchy) to explode, sending a shard at Ezio's exposed face. We all grabbed onto something, as the craft began to slowly get faster, but not at a fast enough velocity for the fall alone to kill us, no. Now, the speed we were travelling at, however…

As we hit the ground, we began to skim off of the ground, hitting water and ice in a marsh, before we stopped, right in the middle of the marsh.

Getting up, I tripped over Ezio's unconscious body, as Liz was trying to heal him. The shard was embedded into his eye, which Liz grabbed with her hand and pulled out. "Come on, please don't leave any behind…" She said. "Everyone, go deal with those Drophyds, but go get help! Something is stopping my healing powers. I think it's the metal." As we grabbed the levers on the doors to force the doors to unlock, I knelt down to Ezio.

"Just hang in there." I said, before getting up and taking out my Combustor and a wand. "We're almost there."

Heading out, we saw that there were 12 Drophyd crafts, one of which almost hit Raphael, who had moved out of the way and was now holding the gun that the Drophyd had, before grabbing the ship and throwing it at two other ships, taking the three out. Vivi had cast a spell that hit all nine of the remaining Drophyds with lightning which disrupted their motors, giving us a moment of opportunity. Hermione and Luna both summoned their Eidolons, but the Drophyds recovered too quickly for all of them to be hit, but both Lamperough and Ifrit managed to take out two each, taking the total down to five.

Not wasting an opportunity, I cast a stunning spell at one Drophyd, stalling one engine, before I jumped up on top and kept firing my Combustor into the cockpit, jumping off just in time to avoid the explosion, but landed right into the bog. My Combustor then upgraded, going to Level 2, as Ron had used his axe to destroy one more Drophyd. "Three left!" He said, helping me out of the freezing water. Neville and Luna worked together to take out one more Drophyd, Neville weakening it while Luna made Neville stronger, who destroyed the Drophyd in a single slice.

Now, there was only two left, but we weren't the ones who destroyed them. One was tackled from above by an extremely large wolf, while the last was destroyed by Charlie and Bill.

"Hey, how is everyone?" Bill asked us in a cheery voice.

"Oh, fine, Ezio just lost his eye in an explosion, and the metal embedded in the skin stops Conduit powers, and he's deathly ill." I said. "Nothing unusual." When he heard that, he immediately ran towards the craft and helped Liz get him to the Weasley house.

The wolf then came over to me and with a flash of ligh- Lupin? "How are you, Harry?"

"Well, my life could be better." I replied. "We should help the others." With that, we went and helped Bill take Ezio into the house. I just hope it isn't serious.

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SLANDER: Our DAMNING Review of The Daily Prophet

This week, the Daily Prophet has published several more damning stories about how Harry Potter has kept on lying about how You-Know-Who has returned. In this article of the Quibbler, we discuss the evidence, the reason for a hate campaign against a child and the possible repercussions that Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge faces due to this downright awful waste of Ministry time and money.

Evidence

Harry Potter, who is renowned for surviving an attack by You-Know-Who as a child, would be the last wizard alive to fabricate a hoax regarding His return, and by extension the death of Cedric Diggory. Already there are rumours about both how the Ministry could charge Mr. Potter with Cedric's murder, and how Fudge has been sabotaging the investigation into Cedric's death.

The Ministry believe that Potter murdered Cedric during the Third Task of the Triwizard Cup, then took his body back and claimed that it was the work of You-Know-Who. However, there is little to no evidence as to prove this, which the Ministry claim was altered by Mr. Potter.

However, what happened after Mr. Potter was taken away by Professor Moody, which we have a reliable source to the events to explain (who we will not and can not identify, but we will pass on the Pensieved memory to the Auror's Office and the Daily Prophet, altered, if they wish) how Fudge had actively destroyed Potter's case not even 30 minutes after the incident occurred.

Professor 'Moody' was actually an impostor, who had kidnapped the real Professor Moody and kept him in a magic trunk to keep a source of hair needed for a Polyjuice Potion. His real identity was Barty Crouch, Jr., who had never gone to Azkaban in the first place, haven been replaced by his mother under the effects of Polyjuice Potion.

He had tampered with the Goblet of Fire to nominate Mr. Potter, and altered the Triwizard Cup's trophy, which was intended as a portkey back to the start, to deliver Mr. Potter directly to Voldemort. However, during the Third Task, Potter and Diggory both grabbed the cup at the same time, both being transported, where one of You-Know-Who's followers murdered Diggory.

As this was revealed to several individuals, including Potter and Professor Albus Dumbledore, Fudge came into the room with a Dementor, who promptly Kissed Crouch before they could question him. Also, Fudge had also neglected to check the enchantments on Mr. Potter's wand, thus not proving whether or not he had actually used the Killing Curse.

While this would be damning on it's own, an anonymous source in the Ministry claims that Fudge had listened to the Entire Conversation from outside the door, thus obviously knew that this would be a challenge to his leadership skills. He had ordered the Dementor to attack from outside the room where Barty Crouch was Kissed.

If Mr. Potter had never taken part in the Triwizard Tournament, then he and the other three contestants would never had been in danger, however, when Prof. Dumbledore told Fudge to call off the tournament (After the murder of Barty Crouch, Sr.), he angrily protested against the idea because Dumbledore was 'Questioning his authority', as our witness testifies.

Another source within the Ministry, who claims to have heard the Minister's reaction to hearing about Mr. Potter's disappearance, says; "The Minister was happy to hear that [Potter] was gone, because then, he would have less trouble to deal with, because Potter can't sue for libel."

Our source also said that Fudge was trying to invoke a new law that would allow the Ministry to seize the property of anyone who they claim 'May cause moral panic with reckless and dangerous actions that could expose the Magical Community'. However, this is really Fudge's attempts to silence Mr. Potter, as that means that he would seize properties that Mr. Potter has yet to inherit, such as homes, property and the majority share in several businesses. Luckily, these laws have been squashed by internal sabotage.

[I can't believe it. He was going to steal properties I own, legally so I couldn't stop him, that I don't know of! I have to find out more about those properties, and get a lawyer.]

09:00 pm, 18/07/2011

Cornelius Fudge was currently sitting, up late working with his aides. Ever since the Death Eaters had single handedly exposed the Wizarding community all over the world, he had come under a lot of public scrutiny. PM Cameron was questioning several 'Miscarriages of Justice' that had occurred during the Wizarding War, the brutish behaviour of the Aurors, the outright 'Racism' occurring in the Wizarding Community and the dealings of Harry Potter.

Not only that, but several documents were stolen, one of his most loyal employees was most likely dead, there were four thieves that had managed to sneak into the Ministry at night, repeatedly, one during the day, and some idiot had let that damn Lovegood out on bail. This was not his happiest few weeks.

"Weatherby, what do those reports say about public trust?" The exhausted Minister asked his bright, young Aide.

"Well, Minister," The young Aide, Percival Weasley, responded by taking out a few sheets of paper. At least if you're going to have an assistant, learn his name. "it appears that public trust is at an all-time low due to the Quibbler's article about your handling of Barty Crouch, Jr. Also…" He said, hesitating, knowing the reaction that the old man was about to take. "It appears… that the Muggle community is calling for your resignation."

"WHAT!" The old man shouted as he threw a clipboard at the assistant. "How could they dare try and decide what doesn't concern them? What right do they have!"

"Calm down, Cornelius." Dolores Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary of the Minister of Magic said, as she stood. "There is no way that the decision of the Minister of Magic can be decided by a few Muggles."

"Actually…" Weasley spoke up. "You have yet to read this. It's something called an 'Inquiry into the Terms and Agreements decided upon in the Magna Carta'. It's a legal document that claims that an inquiry into whether the Wizarding Community can be properly led, laws scrutinised, and a possible forced resignation of several Ministerial positions, all in agreement to the Magna Carta agreement, one of the agreements to Secrecy taken in the 15th Century."

"Oh, who called for this then, Cameron, or his little House Elf Clegg." Umbridge was laughing to this joke made by the Minister.

"Windsor." Weasley replied.

"What." This is when Fudge realised just how deep in trouble he really is.

"The inquiry can not be invoked by the Prime Minister." Weasley explained. "The only one who can is, in fact, the Monarch, Queen Elizabeth II."

"Oh, this is bad." Cornelius said, before downing a few shots of fire whiskey. "When does it begin?"

"Yesterday."

"Great, first the rogue Death Eaters, then my Bill was stolen, four thieves, Potter, then this." He then put his head in his lap and put himself in deep concentration. "Any news about Potter?"

"Well, after the someone posted the Quibbler story on a news Forum on the internet, he has become an icon of Anonymous." Weasley said, before raising a hand to halt the Minister. "The group, who are known for being able to hold improvised protests, have taken up Potter's case, and have sworn to help expose corruption in the Ministry of Justice, while you have become a rather unflattering meme."

"Internet?" Umbridge asked, confused. "Meme?"

"The furthest this story has travelled is… Alaska." This caused Fudge to take another shot. "There are people all over some of the most popular websites, YouTube, Wikipedia, Yahoo!, MSN, asking more and more questions about Potter, who is he, what's Hogwarts like, how does magic work, who is Vol - You-Know-Who, etc. Someone even wants to write his biography. Unfortunately, because Muggles side with Potter, they refer to you in less than satisfactory ways." He understated. "You were played off by Keyboard Cat."

"Do I want to know?" Cornelius said, as Weasley handed him a small tablet of his appearance on Question Time being ruined by hecklers, as it cut to a cat playing a piano like instrument. "Dammit, Potter isn't even in England, and he's causing trouble. We have to stop him."

"Let me handle Potter, sir." Umbridge said. "I can make sure that Potter won't cause trouble for us."

"I hope so." Cornelius said, before both of his Aides left.

Well, he thinks his troubles will soon be over. However…

Azimuth, I know I shouldn't get involved, but I know that what these people are planning will hurt our actions in the long run, and this could act as another big distraction to see what the Death Eaters wanted with the files on ß. Also, assuming 'Potter' is one of the Conduits encountered in Belfast, it is possible that they could help us in the long run. I've included the entire meeting as a video file, and links to website describing Potter and the Ministry of Magic, as well as the Quibbler Article (They're now posting a weekly online copy, want me to subscribe you?).

Apollo.

[Reply from Phantom_Of_Legions]

Go ahead, but try and not get seen, and operate discreetly. I don't need a repeat of the 'Happy Birthday' incident.