Me: Sooooooooo, school started and…. Yep I hate my class.
Stiles: This chapter is dedicated to Bunny.
Me: My Queen, this is dedicated to you.
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3rd Person POV
Quietly they whispered, strolling down the long corridors. Echoing footsteps on solid marble, fake windows with fake weather patterns on the walls, every few feet there were portraits of famous wizards. Between the four men was the Head Auror, talking so quietly that the portraits could not hear them.
"You have to return to his side, Minister Rogers is taking huge risks and using every card up her sleeve in order to kill him," the Head Auror said, rubbing a hand on his chin.
"What can we do to protect him?" Danny asked, "I'm a squib."
By his side, Ethan lightly tapped his head. While Danny might be a squib, it didn't mean he was worthless. Look at Stiles after all, he was human (well, mostly) and was one of the strongest members of the pack. Almost exasperated the Head Auror looked up at Danny, who was much taller, and raised an eyebrow.
"Being a squib doesn't mean you're useless Danny. Look at the muggle hunters, they kill supernatural creatures all the time," the Head Auror stated.
"You trained us well Head Auror, we will do our best to protect Harry. Not that he really needs protecting," Neville said, "I wonder if anyone noticed that we were gone?"
"I'm sure they did Mr. Longbottom," the Head Auror replied.
"I don't see why he chose us to train. I'm already one of the best werewolves out there," Jackson spoke up.
"Bite me," Ethan growled.
Before Jackson could shift, the Head Auror got between them. His eyes dark with anger, looking between the two. Almost immediately both backed down, glaring at each other. With his arms crossed the Head Auror led them to a fireplace.
"Floo to the Auror Station in Beacon Hills. Remember to work together, there's no room for animosity," the Head Auror hissed.
One by one the group of four; Ethan, Danny, Jackson, and Neville, flooed to the American Auror Station. Once the green flames died down back to a flickering yellow and orange, the Head Auror dug a dark hand into his pocket and pulled out a golden galleon. It was old, well worn. But you could still see what looked to be a serial number on the edge. However it seemed to spell out words. The coin read HPRETURN52. Only those from the DA knew what those meant. Harry Potter Returned to Hogwarts, May 2.
"Good luck Harry," Dean Thomas whispered, before leaving for his office.
Seamus had made him his favorite for lunch.
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Everyone was frozen, some had tears glistening on their cheeks. It was dark in the room, a single bulb still shining light. The rest seemed to have an unearthly glow. But the brightest light was around her, seemingly shining off of her body. However she didn't seemed solid, instead she seemed almost like a holograph and/or like a pillar of smoke that took human shape. There was no color to her, just black, white, and gray.
"Allison…" Chris repeated.
Instead of responding, she just smiled sadly.
"Is that really you?" Chris whispered, stepping forward.
Again she stayed quiet, only nodding slightly. Chris' face basically crumpled, the emotions he had tucked away started showing. In a show of respect, and in some cases discomfort, the others turned their faces away. Letting the two have their time together. But before it took too long Jordan broke them apart.
"I can't hold her here on the physical plane very long," Jordan told them.
"Can you track my brother?" James spoke up, "He… He was taken here."
With regret clear in her eyes, to Jordan at least, Allison turned to look at James. A small, regret and guilt filled smile, crossed her face. Quietly, drifting almost like a ghost but she still seemed to be walking, Allison came over to them. Her hand reached for James', but it went straight through him.
"I'm sorry, but he isn't anywhere near dead. And no one near him is close either," Allison replied, turning away.
Jordan watched as her form began to flicker. Already he was feeling the strain of holding her to this plane. But now he had to let her go. A few more times her form flickered, she smiled gently at the others before disappearing. Chris made a noise, like he had been stabbed. But there was nothing more. Next to Jordan, James ran a hand through his hair.
"So we have nothing," James whispered.
"I wouldn't say nothing. We know he's okay, he's not dead. Not even close," Jordan replied.
"You're more optimistic than my Dad."
A grim smile appeared on his face, "Sometimes you know when it's better to see the better side of things. This, as morbid as it is, happens to be good news."
No one else seemed to think so.
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It was weird being the only one that was a wizard. And Danny didn't count, being a squib was not a wizard. At least, not by definition. However he was sure Danny was feeling the same as he was. Being the only one not a supernatural creature, he was human by definition, couldn't be easy on him. However Neville wasn't the one dating a werewolf and he had no plans on dating one. Luna was enough for him.
"Longbottom, pick up the pace. We don't have time to linger," Jackson snapped at him.
"If it weren't for you three I'd be there by now," Neville replied evenly, "Apparation is wonderful."
"We can't all be wizards Neville," Danny added his two cents.
In response Neville just shrugged, looking away. It might only be him that remembered, but there was a portkey they were supposed to pick up here that would take them to the basement of the loft Derek owned. Or they thought that someone was going to give it to them. Something caught Neville's eye. A ratted old San Francisco Giants hat. Certainly not something anyone would pick up by accident. American's were selfish and greedy, they wouldn't grab an old hat (even if it was their favorite team) if it wasn't new. This one was old and had holes in it.
"Found it!" Neville exclaimed as he slid down the bank.
"What are you talking about?" Ethan demanded.
"The portkey."
"I'm not touching that," Jackson said.
Neville rolled his eyes. Muggles, they just didn't understand. Gingerly Neville picked it up, holding the hat by the bill. Without another question Danny grabbed onto the back, waiting patiently for the others to do so. Ethan followed Danny's example, grabbing the portkey as well. Then they all looked at Jackson. The beta werewolf wrinkled his nose before sticking a finger on the top.
"Long Live Harry Potter," Neville recited, rolling his eyes internally at the phrase.
A hook appeared behind his navel. Colors swirled around him, blending together. Nausea built up inside him. No matter how many times he did this the swirls of the color and the pulls and the spinning always made him feel sick. Then it all stopped and they dropped. Neville managed to keep his balance, with Ethan, but Jackson and Danny fell on their butt. Jackson looked a little green, Danny a bit dizzy, but Ethan seemed alright.
"Come on, we don't have time for this," Neville said impatiently.
"Give them a second," Ethan replied, helping Danny to his feet before staring at Jackson without a care.
"Get up Whittemore, we have a limited amount of time. Any second now Minister Rogers will lay her trap," Neville was not feeling patient.
With a scowl, Jackson got to his feet. They quickly ran up the stairs, panting softly and wishing that Derek lived on a lower floor. Landing after landing, step after step, they climbed. Before they finally got outside the door. The crack of a gunshot from inside and they cursed. They were too late. Minister Rogers was there.
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An ear splitting crack of a gunshot later, Stiles was wishing that he lived somewhere other than Beacon Hills. This lady was getting on his nerves. Sure she was hot (nothing compared to Derek however) but she was also insane. Stiles kinda prefered girls with all their screws tight and secure. And okay, Lydia might have one or two loose but Minister Rogers didn't even have any screws. They were all gone, caput.
"Harry Potter," she said tightly, an insane smile on her face, "I have your son."
While everyone was in shock, staring at her, Stiles decided to take in her appearance. Who knows, he might be able to use it against her. Minister Rogers was a young woman, probably around early twenties. Her hair was a dark brown, tumbling down her back, with a black floppy hat on her head. Then she had a high low blood red velvet dress with a drop back on. And, as much as he hated to admit it, the color looked good on her and the dress complimented her figure. Plus, he had to give her brownie points for having on matching lipstick. Covering her legs she had black nylons, for once without rips and tears. On her feet were black combat boots. All in all, a mix of beautiful and dangerous. And Stiles is now pretty sure that he hangs out with the girls to much. For goodness sake he went dress shopping with Lydia and Allison at one point (not long after they both were in the pack).
"I'm pretty sure I don't have any kids… well biological at least. And he's safe," Jordan replied evenly, eyes a deep gold at the threat to his pup.
"Maybe I should clarify," Minister Rogers took a step closer, "I have your alternate dimensions son here with me. And if you don't come get him, he'll be dead within the day. I'll give you… two hours. And I'm sure you'll fit right in with all the crazies."
"Opening the Doors to Parallel are illegal. Worthy of the dementor's kiss. The kindest you'll get is the breaking of your wand, stripped of your magic, and thrown into Azkaban."
Was Stiles the only one that thought he'd prefer getting kissed by a dementor. Getting stripped of his magic would be like tearing a part of him from himself. And whatever this Azkaban place was, it didn't sound very kind. So yeah, he'd prefer the kiss. But that might only be him.
"I'm the Minister dear, I can do what I want," Minister Rogers said, the insane smile firmly in place.
Long manicured nails scratched at the table next to her, digging in and pulling up thin strips of wood. Everyone winced, including Stiles. Next to him Teddy whined softly, burrowing in between Derek and Stiles. As one, Derek and Stiles pulled him against them.
"Two hours, and then he only has a day to live. I think a slow death is nice, don't you? I want you at Eichen, ready to surrender. Even a minute late, and he'll die. A nice slow death. Might even make you watch. Good luck."
Then she was gone.
Behind them the door opened, the four missing members tumbling in. Eyes wide, Stiles stared at them. The mismatched group of two werewolves, a wizard, and a human.
"It's a trap!" Neville exclaimed.
"I got that Nev," Jordan replied, "She basically told me to surrender within two hours."
"Well you can't! You know that right?" Stiles exclaimed, "We still need to save Lydia. We can't just leave her in there…"
Stiles felt desperate now. He thought Jordan had feelings for Lydia. After all, they spend all their times together now it seems. And when she got locked in Eichen, it seemed he didn't care. But, now, this just seemed like he was acting like he didn't care.
"I know that Stiles," Jordan replied softly.
"Lydia is in Eichen right?" Hermione spoke up.
Now Stiles was confused. What did that have to do with anything?
"Well, yeah."
"And so is Albus. At least, that's what I'm assuming. Minister Rogers wants Jordan to go to Eichen to surrender. Logically that would put Albus there as well. She's going against government policies and that would mean she would need him near her the whole time. He's an investment."
Stiles was starting to understand now. The gears in his mind were starting to whir a hundred miles per mile. While everyone else seemed confused the puzzle pieces were starting to be put into place.
"And Minister Rogers wants to hurt Jordan, Harry, so she would probably kill Albus anyways. But she'd want him to watch, to get him to hurt as well. She's already shown that. So instead of killing Jordan immediately she would have him watch as she killed Albus. Albus and Lydia would be in the same place. Eichen house!" Stiles exclaimed.
"Exactly!" Hermione cheered.
Without thinking, Stiles jumped up. Pain jarred his side but he ignored it, moving to the table that they always used for planning. Pen and paper rested on it and Stiles quickly gathered it up. Everyone joined him, Ginny looking over his shoulder and grinning widely.
"We can save them both," she whispered.
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Eyes snapped open, pupils contracting in the light. She sat up straight as a scream shattered everything glass around her. The doctor was thrown against the wall and she quickly rushed out. A dirty robe whirled around her as someone came up behind. Hands stretched out at the same time she screamed. The person was flung back by the force. Quickly she rushed down the halls, leaping in the air when someone came towards her. Legs entangled themselves around their neck and she spun quickly. The force of her momentum forced them to the ground. But it was all for nothing. She didn't even get outside before she was sedated. Lydia's body hit the ground and she collapsed against the arms of the insane doctor with the third eye, Doctor Valack.
Meanwhile, a young girl with short blond hair was seeing this in her head. Currently she was wandering the spirit realm, guided by the thin tether connecting her to Lydia Martin. Around her, as though a body guard, spirits restlessly followed. She glided alongside them, following Lydia and Dr. Valack back to their rooms. For a while she watched over Lydia, who was moved into a hidden room in the sewers. Confusion flashed across her face, before she was dragged ruthlessly into the living world.
Here, her arms and legs were strapped down with restraints that would periodically flood her body with electricity. Right now though, they were turned off. Everything felt sluggish and she couldn't think clearly. Occasionally her body seemed to shift between spirit and human, though only something she seemed to be able to see. Her eyelids felt heavy and her vision was blurry.
"What did you see?" Dr. Valack asked, a clipboard in hand.
It took a conscious effort to make her mouth move, "S-spirits. L-led too…"
"The spirits led you too who Marina?"
Her mind felt fuzzy, her brain process slow. Who did the spirits lead her too? It all seemed so fragmented, so far away. All she did was follow the tether, but the spirits didn't like when she went to mention it. They got restless and flew around her fast. It made her dizzy.
"Marina, stay with me now. Who did the spirits led you too?" Dr. Valack repeated.
The spirits didn't like Dr. Valack. They tried to hurt him, because he hurt her. Right now they didn't seem to want her to answer. Marina was too tired to care though. Then she screamed and writhed around. It was back. The electricity. Around her the spirits got even more visible, angrily knocking things over. It seemed they could only touch objects, not people. But only when they wanted to. The electricity coursed through her, even when she flickered between spirit and human. Suddenly, it all stopped. Though she continued to twitch.
"Tell me who they led you too," Dr. Valack didn't have his kind front on anymore.
"I d-don' know!" Marina wailed, "P-pretty. Very pr-pretty."
"Describe this person Marina."
Marina shook her head, sobbing softly, "Bl-black and w-white a-a-and grey."
The doctor growled and Marina flinched. He stomped away and she relaxed fully, her mind starting to drift. Everything was so much simpler in the spirit realm. She liked it there. It was safe, and warm, and everything was so much brighter. But the spirits didn't like when she was there too long. And she liked to make the spirits happy.
"Safe. She comes," one of the spirits whispered.
"The Huntress comes," the other spirits chorused.
Marina forced her eyes opened. She was suddenly cold, like someone dumped ice on her. And there she was, standing there. A girl, a reaper, with dark hair and a bow in hand. A kind smile was on her face.
"I don't often get Walkers. But it's not your time. Special case aren't you? Save the Walker," she flicked her wrist, the restraints snapping off, "It's not a good idea to make you stronger than your ready for. Causes so many issues."
There were no footsteps when she came forward. It was a weird feeling the Reaper helping her stand. Usually she couldn't touch them. What was different this time?
"Lean on me. My name's Allison and I need to get you to the Master of my Boss."
Me: This was late but oh well. I got sick. Happy belated birthday too yooooooooouuuuuuuu!
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