A/N: This has to be the fastest that I have ever written a new chapter of this fic. Especially one that's just a bit longer than the rest (I'm getting annoyed that my chapter appear shorter on here than they do on my word document - I'll need to get used to it). But yes, here we are with chapter 20 of Tear it Up!

So, as always, my standard disclaimer applies and I hope you enjoy the fic.

The trip back to Hogwarts was one of the worst experiences that Chris had ever gone through and had no great desire to repeat it, announcing to the group at large that next time he would simply take the 'safer' option of orbing. The first few days back at Hogwarts were no great strain, Chris catching up on all the pranks Peeves had pulled in his name was the only priority he seemed to have; and he delighted in seeing Umbitch so annoyed at certain people's disappearance during the holidays. The biggest occurrence that happened really within the first two days was people finding out about Wonder Boy taking 'Remedial Potions,' which was so obvious a cover Chris began to wonder about the average intelligence levels of students in Hogwarts. Judging by Zacharias Smith, who Chris had great fun freezing doors closed in front of, it wasn't very high at all. Despite the fact that he knew that 'Remedial Potions,' was a cover for something else, Chris was yet to find out what it actually was Potter was learning in those lessons. It was the second night back after the holiday, however, that they seemed to have a repeat of the night before the holiday.

Chris, once again, was sitting on the window still, too ill at ease to sleep. He couldn't help but wonder why it had been so quiet, and wondering just what Wyatt was up to. He had caught sight of some of those papers on his desk, he was planning something, but Chris couldn't work out what. He stared outside, as if the night sky would reveal the answers that he was missing. Wild laughter echoed around the dorm room, reaching heights Chris previously though only possible to little girls. Looking round, he saw the noise coming from Potter, who had fallen on to the floor as soon as he had entered the room. Swinging his legs off the window still and onto the floor, Chris wandered over, watching as Ron began shaking Harry again, choosing not to shake the boy himself for fear of another premonition - which he still wasn't sure why he was having them. Eventually the laughter grew louder and louder, annoying everyone in the dorm room, which was only really Ron and Chris, but also sending a chill down their spines.

Until, that it, Chris got fed up and went over and slapped Harry around the face, jolting him awake. He lay on the floor, panting heavily and shaking with fear and worry. "What happened?" Ron asked, concerned for his friend. Harry gasped, forcing himself into a sitting position

"I … dunno … He's really happy … really happy … " he said, managing to look more scared than he had done previously.

"You-Know-Who is?" Ron asked, looking confused, and not understanding what it was Harry was saying. Chris frowned, kneeling down to sit beside them, finding himself welcomed as he was the only other one in the room.

"Something good's happened," Harry began to mumble, "something he'd been hoping for." Chris' frown grew at this, not doubting Harry's words, simply because he was proving that the hunch Chris had was right. He stood, allowing Ron to deal with Harry as he walked back over to the window still, deep in thought. He kept remembering his promise to the Elders, and knew that as long as Harry was still breathing, was still alive, he was keeping it. But if something that Voldemort had been hoping for had happened … that would make things slightly more difficult. When it came to Tommy's deal with Wonder Boy, it was one of the few times Wyatt hadn't kept him in the dark, where he preferred Chris to be. He knew about things that Potter didn't, and the Dumbledore hoped Voldemort didn't, though he knew he didn't know all of it.

Something he had been hoping for … Chris' mind could only rush with possibilities, each one seemingly worse than the other. He shook his head, clearing his mind of the paranoia. He'd find out in the morning, he was sure of it.

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MASS BREAKOUT FROM AZKABAN
MINISTRY FEARS BLACK IS 'RALLYING POINT'
FOR OLD DEATH EATERS

Chris stared at the headline with a small feeling of nausea. He thought he had met the majority of the Death Eaters already, and thought them sadistic to the core, and slightly disturbing. He looked around the Great Hall, noting Luna sitting quietly beside him, drinking her tea, seemingly scared by the headline. He also noted the death glares being thrown at Luperca. It was well known that she was the daughter of this 'dangerous criminal,' though he wondered if many cared enough to separate father from daughter. Looking up at the stage table, he saw the various Order members dashing about, worrying etched on their faces; and was pleased to see Umbitch looking as if she had just had her best toy taken away from her. He noticed the Golden Trio, heads bent over the paper, reading through it was serious expressions. Sighing, he turned his attention back to the story. Better get all the information before storming off.

The Ministry of Magic announced late last night that there has been a mass break out from Azkaban.Speaking to reporters in his private office, Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic, confirmed that ten high-security prisoners escaped in the early hours of yesterday evening and that he had already informed the Muggle Prime Minister of the dangerous nature of these individuals.
'We find ourselves, most unfortunately, in the same position we were in two and a half years ago when the murderer Sirius Black escaped,' said Fudge last night. 'Nor do we think the two breakouts are unrelated. An escape of this magnitude suggests outside help, and we must remember that Black, as the first person ever to break out of Azkaban, would be ideally placed to help other follow in his footsteps. We think it likely that these individuals, who include Black's cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange, have rallied around Black as their leader. We are, however, doing all we can to round up the criminals, and we beg the magical community to remain alert and cautious. On no account should any of these individuals be approached.'

Chris gave a soft snort at the last sentence, realising how desperate it sounded, and just how stuck the Ministry was. They didn't have a single clue what had happened, and it was obvious they were only putting down Sirius' name to give the public some idea that they actually knew what they were doing. He picked up his coffee cup, smoothing down the paper to read over the article again. A mass breakout, that was what Tommy had been hoping would happen, and it was what had made him so happy. Chris scowled lightly. Oh sure, he got all his followers back, but Chris wasn't even allowed to keep a hellhound as a pet? Wyatt sure knew about equality. He drank some of the coffee, wincing when he realised it was too sweet, and replacing the cup on the table. He folded his paper over, turning to Luna with a soft smile.

"Gotta go for a bit Lunar, places to go, and people to scream at," he told her, causing a small laugh. He looked down at her kindly, which did draw some odd looks from those sitting around them. "But about the thing in the paper, don't worry," he said, his voice soft, making Luna looking up confused. "I'm more than a match for any stinkin' Death Eater," he grinned, causing another laugh. Satisfied that he had done something that attempt to lessen her fear, Chris looked up at the staff table once more, meeting eyes with Cole and nodding once, orbing away

XXX

His arrival in the 'lair,' as he called it, went unnoticed due to the large party currently in progress to celebrate the successful breakout. Chris scowled once more, rolling his eyes at their stupidity. He walked through the different corridors, his plan forming quickly in his head, storming his way into Wyatt's private chambers despite the warning of the demon on the door that his evilness, the Source did not want to be disturbed.

He pushed opened the doors which leaded into Wyatt's bedroom and threw the newspaper on to the bed, effectively separating the two under the covers. "Get your pants on Wy, Tommy's went and royally fucked up," he said, leaning against the door. Wyatt sat up, breathing heavily and carefully covered by the blanket, and grabbed at the paper, his expression becoming more furious with every line he read. When he had finished, he jumped out of the bed, grabbing clothes and changing quickly. Chris smirked over at Sid, who was blushing madly, attempting to cover herself fully with the blanket. "Sorry, Sidders, looks like your little 'session' is gonna have to wait. Your daddy is in big trouble," he crowed, following his brother out of the room.

"THOMAS!" Wyatt's roar echoed throughout the whole of the lair, stopping the party in its tracks. He stormed through the lair, his anger causing many things to break, with Chris following him at ease, a smirk wide on his face. "THOMAS!" Wyatt called again, storming into his meeting room, sitting down on the large throne like seat that was there, Chris choosing to lean against the wall beside the door. On Voldemort's appearance, Chris' smirk grew.

"You're in trouble," he said, a sing song tone to his voice. Voldemort ignored Chris, thinking him beneath him, instead turning his attention to the blonde sitting on the throne.

"My Lord?" Voldemort asked, bowing low, doing nothing to rid Wyatt of his furious expression. He threw the newspaper at Voldemort, breathing deeply.

"I thought you said there would be no reports Riddle," Wyatt breathed, keeping his eyes on Voldemort, studying his every move. "An incident like this could ruin us, and if I thought for one minute you moved to overthrow me … "

"Never my Lord!" Voldemort insisted, bowing low once more, "you can be assured that, at the least, you have my complete loyalty," he said, throwing a daggered glance at Chris, who stared back, determined not to allow himself to be intimidated by someone who must have had serious issues as a kid to make himself want to look like a snake. "I fear, my Lord, that our plan went awry, but I do not see this as a problem …"

"NOT A PROBLEM?!" Wyatt yelled, standing up, furious once more. "Riddle in case you haven't noticed I am doing everything that my powers allow me to make sure I am not discovered until it is too late! An incident like this could cost us EVERYTHING!" Another loud crack, as the ornate mirror hanging on the wall above Chris fell to the ground, smashing to pieces. Chris looked down, noticing how close the mirror came to smashing on him, and decided to move away from the walls, just to be on the safe side. "If I am discovered Riddle, you shall be too, and let it be known that I shall give them all the information they need to make sure you are DESTORYED," Wyatt threatened, fire in his eyes.

Chris looked between the two powerful magic users, mentally calculating the damage a fight between the two would bring. He stepped forward. "Not that I wanna cause any more of this delicious friction, but if either of you chose to read the article properly, they're blaming this thing on Sirius Black, whoever the hell he is," he pointed out, studying both to see their reactions, and hoping that they didn't realise he was omitting details, at least on his half. Wyatt was the first to break the staring completion between himself and Voldemort, turning to look at Chris with a neutral look.

"And this means what exactly?" he asked, sitting back down in an attempt to show his usual calm. He looked at Chris still neutrally, something which made Chris slightly uneasy.

"Well, not much, but … " Chris paused, not sure if he should continue. He did quite like Sirius after all, he found the man humorous and at least he didn't try to baby him in the way that the other adults in the Order seemed insistent on doing. Well, except Mad-Eye, that is. He sighed, licking his lips to moisten them slightly, going with his gut instinct. "But it does mean that should we find out Black's whereabouts, we can use him to our advantage, maybe even, get him onside?" Wyatt frowned, considering this.

"Impossible," Voldemort scoffed, staring at Chris with a superior smirk. "My Lord I have had run ins with Black before, he is nothing but stubborn, stuck in the good against evil way of thinking. Nothing like the rest of his family," he added, thinking of his own child's relation to the man. "He will never agree to it. And last I heard," he said, remembering some nugget of information that he obviously thought important, "Black was a member of that stupid old man's Order."

Wyatt took this in, turning once again to study Chris. "Well?" he asked his younger brother, staring at him almost coldly now. "Is this true Chris? Are you lying to me?" Chris paused, his mind rushing, before a half smile crawled on to his face.

"Me? Lie to you?" Chris gave a small laugh. "As if Wy, I know better," he laughed, rolling his eyes at the absurd accusation. Wyatt studied him for a few moments more, before relaxing in his seat, a cool smile appearing on his own face.

"Of course you aren't lying to me," he said, dismissing his own accusation easily. "You are, after all, the most loyal supporter, brother," he insisted, "and you are the one who will rule at my side." Voldemort glared at this statement, furious that he was being passed over for a mere child,

"My Lord, it is possible that his time at that school has addled his mind," he rambled, determined to win back the position he was losing. "If you wish, I could apply Occlumency to him, to discover if he is indeed lying to you," he suggested, bowing again to show some form of respect. Chris frowned, having never heard of Occlumency before in his life.

"I don't think so Riddle," Wyatt said coldly, glaring at the powerful Dark wizard. "To even suggest such a thing tell me that you do not trust my judgement," he added casually, though his words held danger in them.

"Of course not, my Lord," Voldemort answered, once more playing the part of the perfect servant, though his eyes held hatred towards Chris. "I am your loyal servant, and will continue your plan on the wizarding world."

Wyatt smiled at this, reaching his hand out in a kingly gesture of benevolence. "Then you may continue your little vendetta against the Potter boy," he said, leaning back slightly on his throne. "Truth be told, the amount of protect he has received worries me," he admitted, thinking over the situation slightly. "I want any and all protectors eliminated Riddle, if we cut off his safety net, the boy can only fall," he said, his smile turning cruel, causing Chris' heart to thump a little faster. Thank the powers Wyatt had cut off all ties with the Elders, excluding Leo that is. And, for that matter, thank the powers that Leo had been told nothing of the mission the Elders had given him. Though now Chris could see the complications that mission was going to cause with the other missions he was on, including his own personal own. "Chris!" Wyatt called, breaking Chris out of his thoughts. "You should return to the school, they will be wondering. Feed them any story you like, just make sure I am kept out of it," he warned.

Chris nodded. "I always do bro', like I've said loads, you can count on me," he told Wyatt, allowing dark orbs to envelop him as he orbed back to the school. Wyatt watched, noting the using of dark lighter orbs over the whitelighter ones he could have sworn his brother used on Christmas Eve. Voldemort also watched, turning to Wyatt with a look of familiarity, suggesting that it had been a topic discussed before.

"I stick with what I have stated Riddle, Barbas is nothing more than a raving lunatic. We have nothing to fear from Chris," he said, still staring at the spot where his little brother orbed away. "Nothing at all."

XXX

Chris orbed straight back into the chamber in Hogwarts that was often used for Order meetings, not surprised to discover Order members awaiting his return. "Well, well, well, ain't I loved?" he drawled, sitting down, forcing a cough, and generally acting as though he had run a marathon in a short period of time. "I might get used to this sort of welcome y'know," he laughed.

"What did you discover Chris?" Dumbledore asking, looking over his long, pressed together fingers, his half moon glasses perched at the end of his nose giving him the appearance of a nosy owl. "The Death Eaters, what did you discover?" he asked again, repeating himself to show the seriousness of the situation they were in

"Yeah, yeah, yeah calm your jet Gandalf, I heard you the first time," Chris said, leaning backwards slightly, and closing his eyes. Forcing his orbs to appear as dark lighter orbs always took a lot out of him, not to mention left him feeling in a great deal of pain. "Magic School," he said eventually, opening his eyes and leaning forwards. "They're holed up in Magic School."

"Then … then it's true," McGonagall, something akin to fear in her voice, "Voldemort has joined forces with this Source of All Evil," she near whispered, looking to Chris for the answer. Chris shook his head slightly.

"It's a possibility, but it ain't a big one," he bluffed. "They're working with demons that swear loyalty to the Source, but not with the big wig himself," he told them, looking round at them with wide eyes. "An' for that much at least, you lot should be grateful," he added, his voice dropping slightly.

"It is looking more and more likely that they shall join with the Source," Dumbledore mused, watching Chris closely. "And when that moment comes, can we count on your help? After all, it is widely known that only the Power of Three could defeat the Source before now," he began, "and it is said that only the power of the Twice Blessed could match their … " It was here that Chris angrily interrupted him.

"And I am neither the Power of Three or the damn all stinkin' powerful Twice Blessed Son. Sorry, but you'll have to make do with the fuckin' reject of the family, alright?" he snapped, orbing himself out in his anger. The members turned to look at Cole, who had been standing up at the back of the room. The demon sighed.

"You really shouldn't have mentioned his family," he suggested. "I'll go and talk to him," he nodded, flaming out and following Chris' orb trail, something which he could only do since Chris was allowing him. He had never managed it any other way. He found Chris sitting on the roof of the school, staring miserably out at the Forbidden Forest. He sat down beside him, facing the same way out as him. "So what did you really find out?" he asked, knowing from experience that the question 'you okay kid' never ended well.

"Wy's furious, Riddle's pissed, and I'm most likely gonna die before I hit 20," Chris said, not turning to look at Cole. He sighed, before explaining further, "I had to bullshit my way out of a bad situation, and it's only gonna get worse. Tommy boy wants to use this thing … Occlumency on me. What is Occlumency?" he asked, obviously confused. "Simple terms if you please."

"Best way to describe it simply is … mind reading," Cole said after a moment. Chris nodded his understanding, paling slightly when he remembered how close Wyatt had looked to agreeing to Voldemort's suggestion. "Chris?" Cole asked lightly, noticing the paleness in the teen.

"It's getting more dangerous Cole," Chris replied, with Cole nodding slightly.

"No one ever said it was going to be easy," he pointed out gently, "but you're doing as best as you can given the circumstances."

"My best isn't good enough, not anymore," Chris said, shaking his head, a new fire light in his eyes, and a smirk slowing crawling across his face. "We'll need to start turning it up now, demon dude."

Cole looked over, amused at the new enthusiasm Chris was showing. He always suspected it would take something like a mass break out to do it. "Turn it up?" he asked.

"Yeah, all the way up," Chris said. "All the way up to 11."