A/N In this chapter I heavily imply rape through use of the Imperius Curse. I disagree with rape in all forms. It is illegal for good reason. I thought I should at least give you fair warning. If you want to avoid this implied crime, don't read what happens on the 5th November. I read a review that asked me when we were going to see the effects of Harry being bitten. The only effects so far have been he has to transform every month. I figured that reading "Harry painfully transformed into a werewolf before frolicking about in the Forbidden Forest with Padfoot and the Second-Generation-Marauders" every full moon would get a bit boring. J K Rowling sold me the rights to Harry Potter yesterday. I think that might've been a dream, but I can at least pretend it's real, right?

Chapter 21 - The First Task

4th November 1994 7:12 PM

"Gilderoy, you've been inside Weasley's mind. Who would he choose to kill, given the choice?"

"He was going out with this half-blood, Penelope Clearwater, from late '92 to early '94. She dumped him just before his NEWT's. Said she couldn't be distracted by a boyfriend. Two days after that she started dating a Mudblood Hufflepuff, Philip Blagdon. He would love to kill Blagdon. He wouldn't want to kill Clearwater. He'd want her as a slave. Blagdon's muggle parents could be potential victims for him."

"Very well."

5th November 1994 11:27 PM

Percival Ignatius Weasley strode into the dungeon at Malfoy Manor. He looked at his ex and her current boyfriend. And his family. "Mate, we weren't fuckin' while you two were together. I promise, man!"

"Crucio." Blagdon collapsed to the ground screaming in pain. He writhed on the floor in pain.

"Percy!" Shrieked Penelope tears coming down her face. "Stop! Please, stop!"

"Imperio." Penelope stopped crying. She got up and walked over to him, before getting down on her knees. "Crucio." Blagdon continued screaming in pain.

Hours later, all three Blagdons were dead. Percival stared down at a repulsed Penelope. "Crucio." The disgusted Ravenclaw began screaming in pain.

"Enough!" Percival stopped the Curse. Both he and Penelope looked at the snake-like face of the thing that had just entered. "I do not wish for you to ruin this woman. Instead she will be your reward. Your reward for joining me, despite your upbringing. You seem like a man who prefers his women sane. Take her. Buy a house with the money you receive from your new position. Buy a mansion if you want. She can stay here until you have a suitable abode."

Penelope stared in horror as she watched the man she used to love take the Dark Mark. She realised what Voldemort had given Percy permission to do. This was the first time she wished she could die. It would not be the last.

"My Lord, I wish to be able to show off my prize. Would it be possible to make it seem like a murder/suicide caused by Blagdon being dumped by Penny?"

"Of course. We will set a dictation quill to write in his handwriting. We will make it write out a suicide note."

Penny didn't want to be shown off like a prize Percy won at a fair. "Kill me, you sackless piece of shit!"

"Crucio!" Penny screamed in agony. "That'll teach you to insult your master! Tell Mr Malfoy that, as long as he doesn't let her get pregnant, he can use her to entertain his guests. I assume Bellatrix does that function for him?"

"Mrs Malfoy performs that task most wonderfully for Lucius. I will inform him of your generosity. Who knows, maybe dear Bella will even consent to Lucius taking your offer himself? I must know, though. How did you know that 'Belladonna' was really Bellatrix?"

"I heard Draco Malfoy say that his father had married Bellatrix Lestrange on the day he betrayed his father."

"Fuck you, Percy. I can't believe I ever loved such a Dementor!"

"Tell Lucius that his guests can get her pregnant if they want. As long as Lucius ensures it doesn't live past two weeks, I don't care."

"Please, Perce. Don't let your Death Eater pals desecrate me. Please! I'm sorry I insulted you! I won't do it again! Don't let them ruin me! Please!" She hated the fact she was begging. It would not be the last time she begged.

6th November 1994 1:23 PM

"Mr Weasley, what a pleasure to have you here."

"Good afternoon, Lucius. I was surprised that the Mark hurts when you are summoned. I suppose it's to remind the less loyal followers that the Dark Lord can harm them, no matter where they are?"

"I've never thought about it much myself. I suppose you could be right. About your offer. Did you wish for Miss Clearwater to be under the Imperius when my guests use her services?"

"No, not at all. It's up to the guest. Whatever their preference is."

"Good, Walden is coming to dinner tonight and he likes suffering. The Dark Lord is just through there." He gestured to a nearby door. "He is expecting you. I recommend that you don't keep him waiting."

"Very well. I will visit Penny on my way out. Good day." Percival entered the throne room. Or at least, that's what came to mind as he entered. Sitting on an ornate throne was Voldemort. Percival lowered himself down on one knee. "My Lord, what services do you require from me?"

"Rise, my faithful follower. We are going to visit Randall King, an old friend of your fathers." Voldemort and Percival apparated to the King residence.

Randall was making himself a cup of tea, when a snake-faced bastard and his friends son apparated into his living room. "What the fuck? Percy? What's going on? Why are you with You-Know-Who?"

"Crucio." Randall King fell from the Curse from his friends son.

"Imperio." The Ministry Obliviator got up and pointed his wand at Percival.

"M-My Lord?"

"I am correcting some damage. One of my followers has made it so if you see a family member, you will stop being loyal to me."

"Could you not have done it?"

"Crucio." Percival collapsed in pain. "That was for questioning my decision. To answer your question, yes. I could have done it. But this way we can kill a Blood-Traitor."

"Obliviate." Gilderoy Lockhart had felt bad about removing someone's conscience. He had made it so that Percy's conscience would be returned to him upon the sight of a family member. Randall removed this.

"Now, kill him."

Randall didn't want to die. "Percy! I knew your father! I was a close friend of his! I was in the year below! Please! Don't kill me! I have a daughter! She goes to Hogwarts! Let me at least say goodbye to my dear Jo!"

"Avada Kedavra." The green light flashed and ended the life of Randall Jason Henry King.

"Excellent. The spell to cast the Dark Mark is 'Morsmordre'. Go outside and cast it. Then apparate back to Malfoy Manor and continue doing whatever you would have done today." Voldemort then disapparated.

Percival went outside and raised his wand in the air. "Morsmordre!" A loud crack brought Percival back to Malfoy Manor. He entered the room Penny was being kept in. Her clothes lay torn in a corner. Evidently Bella had given Lucius permission to take Percival up on his offer. Penny attacked Percival. He tortured her. He did what he entered the room for before flooing to the Ministry.

17th November 1994 9:57 PM

Lord Sirius Orion Black was not a happy puppy. For the past seventeen days he had been trying to find a way to allow Prongslet not to have to compete and live. He couldn't find anything.

Padfoot's head snapped round to look at the fireplace, which was now filling with green flames. Charlie Weasley stepped out. "Sirius, I have to tell you. Dragons. That's the first task. Dragons. There's one for each of them. A Welsh Green, a Swedish Short-Snout, a Chinese Fireball and a Hungarian Horntail. I don't know what the champions will have to do, but they wanted nesting mothers. And eggs. One thing you do not want to do is look like a threat to a nesting mother dragons eggs."

"I'll tell Prongslet. We'll start practicing techniques to fight dragons. Any tips?"

"A nuke. Get Harry to summon a nuke. If he gets the Horntail, tell him to summon all of America's nukes. Literally all of them."

"What's a nuke?"

"It's an explosive that fucks everything up."

18th November 1994 6:37 AM

Dear Prongslet,

I have been reliably informed that the first task involves dragons in some capacity. A man I know suggested you summon a nuke. Or, if you get the Hungarian Horntail, all of America's nukes. After doing some research into what nukes actually are, I've decided that he was joking. Start researching spells that would be effective. Like the Conjunctivitis Curse. Or summon my motorbike. I'll park it in Hogsmeade. Summon it and get it to fly around as a distraction while you get the egg.

Padfoot

Prongslet lowered the letter beneath the table. "Incendio." Prongslet knew he wasn't supposed to know what the next task was. If he didn't burn the letter then Padfoot could be in some serious trouble. As he thought that, he mentally heard Padfoot make his favourite joke.

24th November 1994 2:13 PM

'This is fucking insane. I thought Padfoot was joking!' Prongslet looked into his hand at the miniature replica of a Hungarian Horntail. He had to steal a golden egg off of a full size one of these. "Fucking mental."

"And now, the second Hogwarts Champion!" Prongslet got up. "Lord Harry James Potter!"

'Why'd they have to use my title? Can't I just be "Harry James Potter"? The others don't have any titles.' Prongslet's thoughts were interrupted by a jet of flame that he barely avoided. He could easily see why Fantastic Beasts called this 'the most dangerous of all dragon breeds'.

Harry looked at his opponent. In between its legs was the nest. Nestled next to seven cement-coloured eggs was one golden egg. That was his target. Harry knew what to do. He dashed out from behind the rock he was hiding behind, and ran towards the deadly dragon. Harry noticed the dragons throat glow from the impending flames.

"Protego Figuli!" He pointed his wand towards the ground. A thick brown coloured barrier sprang upwards from the ground. The jet of flame shot from the dragons mouth. It hit the shield. Apart from causing the wall to crack, it did nothing. "Bombarda Maxima!" Harry's Curse blew a hole at the bottom of the wall. A large crack split the wall.

Harry ran through the hole he made and grabbed the golden egg. The dragon let out a fearsome roar. It threw itself at the barrier.

It shattered.

Harry sprinted to the exit.

The dragon shot off a jet of flame.

Harry pointed his wand behind him. "Protego Figuli!"

A wall of clay shot up, blocking the fire at the last second.

Harry ran through the exit. The Second-Generation-Marauders were waiting outside. Prongslet was ecstatic that he'd survived. He grabbed Athena and kissed her.

The Horntail let off an infuriated roar. It's eyes blazed with rage. Rage at its prey's escape. Rage at the banquet protected by flame repelling charms.

It shot fire at its chain. The fire heated it up. The Horntail yanked its chain.

The dragon broke free.

Four of the dragonologists, on hand to prevent things from going horribly wrong, ran into the arena. One of them had a bright, orange ponytail.

The Horntail immediately turned towards them and unleashed a jet of fire in their direction. Three were incinerated instantly. Charles Weasley managed to avoid the worst of it, though he still caught fire. He decided to take care of the dragon first. Then, he would seek treatment for his wounds. Then, he would mourn his friends.

Charlie knew that Stunners would be no good. He'd have to kill the beast. "Bombarda Maxima!" The Curse glanced the side of the dragons throat, causing her to turn her head towards the crowd. A jet of flame shot towards the Hogwarts students. Luckily, the protective charms held. "Bombarda Maxima!" The Curse struck the back of the dragons neck. It tore into its flesh, destroying one of the dragons neck vertebrae.

The dragon had been paralysed. The dragon would die from blood loss. Two Bombarda Maxima's to the throat tends to kill most things.

Three hours later, Charlie was joined by his brothers, sister and the Marauders. Well, not quite all of his brothers showed.

"Well. At least one good thing happened from this."

Molly Weasley glared at her son. "FRED! HOW DARE YOU MAKE JOKES AT A TIME LIKE THIS!"

Charlie turned his head towards Cheeky. "What's the good thing, Freddie?"

Cheeky looked Charlie dead in the eye. "Mum can't moan about your ponytail any more."

Charlie chuckled. The left side of his face was covered in burn cream and his left arm was melted and deformed. Most of his hair had burnt off. The Healers thought Charlie would be blind in his left eye for the rest of his life.

Molly had a very different reaction to the joke. She grabbed Charlie and crushed his ribs. Sobbing, she cried, "I don't think I'll ever be able to criticise any of my children's choices again! I'm so proud of you, Charlie! I love you!"

Charlie grimaced in pain. "Mum. The Healers'll kick you out." Molly seemed to realise that Charlie was injured rather badly. She let go and apologised profusely.

25th November 1994 7:12 AM

Prongslet lay in bed. He was panicking. He'd kissed Athena. No, this was too serious for nicknames. He'd kissed Hermione. He'd kissed her.

He'd been so happy with surviving the task that he'd just gone for it. Harry wasn't blind. He'd seen that puberty was working its magic on Hermione. He was also aware that he was being affected by puberty. He also really liked Hermione. Before he'd thought it was just as a friend, but now? He wasn't sure. He didn't know if she liked him that way. He didn't even know if he liked her that way.

Harry had no idea that more or less the same thoughts were going through Hermione's head.

"Prongslet, get up. Stop worrying, half the school expects you and Athena to get together."

"What if she doesn't like me that way? I'm not even 100% sure that I like her that way."

"Prongslet, if you don't get up right now, I'll transform into hippo form and drag you out."

"You wouldn't dare." Seconds later, Prongslet yelled in surprise as a hippo bit his pyjama bottoms and dragged him out of bed.

"Hey, Gin. Could you go up and get Athena down here?"

"Yeah, sure."

The Second-Generation-Marauders were aware of the reason why breakfast was so awkward. The whole school knew breakfast between them was awkward. They didn't know why it was awkward, though. The teachers could see that breakfast between them was awkward. Only Professor Lupin knew why it was awkward. The only person that couldn't see that it was awkward was Ron.

26th November 1994 12:37 PM

"Muffliato. Prongslet, we need to talk."

"Ok?"

"You kissed me. I have to know, do you love me?"

"I don't know. I have always liked you a lot, but I always attributed that to us being friends. Now I think it might be something more, but I'm not sure."

"Do you want to do it again? You know, to see if you like it? It might help you decide whether or not you like me that way?"

"Ok, but I don't want anyone finding out about it. Wait until no one's in the common room. I'll come down in my invisibility cloak."

"Ok."

27th November 1994 1:03 AM

A disheveled Lavender Brown entered the common room with a cigarette in her mouth. "Hey, Hermione." She went over to the window. She took a drag before she tossed her fag out the window. "'Night!" She went to the fourth year girls dorm with a stupid grin on her face. Parvati was going to hear one Hell of a tale about Zacharias Smith.

A cloak rustled and Prongslet's head appeared next to Athena. "That was close, I'd been just about to take the cloak off when the door opened."

"Yeah, she usually comes in later than usual a couple of weeks after she gets a new boyfriend. She started going out with a Hufflepuff fourth year on Monday. So... how should we do this?"

"Er... I guess we just... kiss?"

"Ok." Neither one of them was comfortable enough to initiate the kiss. Five minutes passed. Hermione used her Gryffindor courage and went for it. She leaned forwards and kissed Harry.

For a solid minute, the two best friends kissed. Harry knew that his feelings for Hermione were not platonic. He also knew that they were mutual.

As they broke away, they noticed that they weren't alone. "Well. Ron's gonna be annoyed."

Hogwarts newest couple spoke as one. "Ginny!"

Ginny mimicked their shocked tone. "Harmione! Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Ginny became visibly frustrated. "Ok, please can I tell people? I've won the bet and I really want those galleons."

"Bet? What bet?"

"The bet on how long it would take you two to get together. I bet on three years and three months. No one else got closer. Everyone bet on how long it would take from their bet."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other. "How much money would you win?"

"167 galleons."

"HOW MUCH?!"

"Everyone had to bet one galleon."

"Fine. You can tell people. But it has to be subtly."

"Don't worry, it'll be subtle."

"Wait... what did you mean by 'Ron's gonna be annoyed'?"

"Ron's got a crush on you, Hermione. He'll deny it if you ask him, but he definitely has a crush on you. I don't think he's even admitted it to himself. Well, 'night."

"'Night Ginny." All three went to bed."

27th November 1994 7:49 AM

Ginny stood up on the Gryffindor table. "LADIES AND THE TWO GENTLEMEN THAT TOOK PART IN THE BET! THE 'HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE THEM TO GET TOGETHER?' BET HAS BEEN WON!"

Prongslet and Athena looked at Ginny. "'Don't worry, it'll be subtle'?"

"I grew up with Fred and George. This is subtle."

Curious leaned over. "It really is..."

"... there could be fireworks..."

"... that spell out..."

"... Prongslet and Athena finally got together..."

"... and why couldn't you have..."

"... waited a bit longer?"

"Say... four or five months longer?"

"You two are the two guys that bet? How'd you find out about it?"

"Please... we know about every..."

"... school rule that gets broken..."

"... trust us."

"We'd be great prefects..."

"... you know..."

"... if it weren't for the fact that..."

"... we'd abuse our prefect powers..."

"... worse than Moony did..."

"... when he went here."

From the Muggleborn staff table came a shout. "I only did that because of Padfoot and Prongs; they were a bad influence."

12th December 1994 10:16 PM

"Excuse me, Ivaylo Krum. May I talk to you?"

"That depends. Who are you?"

"My name is Mark White and I have some information that the Order of the Phoenix will probably find useful. I would like you to take me with you to the meetin' you are about to go to."

Ivaylo looked at the man he had just met incredulously. "I have no idea what you are talking about. What is this 'Order of the Phoenix'?"

Mark White sighed. "I don't have time for this. Imperio."

Ivaylo's eyes glazed over. He took White by the arm and apparated him to the Marauders Palace.

The wards on the house removed the Imperius Curse on Viktor Krum's father and White was met by at least twenty raised wands. "Greetings!"

"Who are you and why are you here?"

"My name is Mark White and - ah fuck!" Ivaylo had elbowed White in the stomach.

"Kopele!" Ivaylo glared at White violently.

"As I was sayin' before I was rudely interrupted and called a bastard," Ivaylo and his wife, Nadezhda, looked shocked that White spoke Bulgarian. "I'm here to give you important information."

Padfoot looked thoughtful. "You're not the Mark White who was in second year when I left Hogwarts?"

"Yes, I am that Mark White. I'm also the Mark White who is wanted for questionin' about the mysterious death of the German Minister of Magic from two years ago. You're lucky I took care of him, he was going to get in contact with Voldemort and ask if he could join them. Anyway, the important information-"

"Wand. Now."

"Alright, alright." He handed over his cedar wood wand. "Do you want my back up wand?"

"Yes, where is it?" White moved his arm downwards. "Don't move! Tell us where it is!"

"Alright, touchy. It's in a wand holster on my left leg, under my trousers."

"Ivaylo, you're closest, can you get it?" Ivaylo took White's back up wand.

"Honestly, if I'd wanted to kill you I'd have used a sniper rifle with my special 'ya fucked' bullets."

"What is the information you wanted to give us?"

"Voldemort has hired me to assassinate some of you. Dumb cunt payed me in advance. Made a killin' offa you lot." He noticed the Order members looking a bit nervous. "Don't worry. I don't plan on killin' you. In fact, I'd like to join you. I heard you've hired criminals in the past who support your aims. I'm a Muggleborn who wants to kill a bunch of Death Eaters."

"I assume you were hired to kill Dumbledore, who else did he pay you to kill?"

"Nah, he didn't hire me to kill ol' Dumble's. He asked, but I said 'I'm not stupid. I ain't gonna even attempt to kill ol' Dumble's'. But in answer to your question, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Tonks, Amelia Bones, Hestia Jones, the Wood's, McGonagall, Kingsley Shacklebolt and any Death Eaters that were betrayin' him."

Oliver Wood spoke up. "So, at least half of the people currently pointing wands at you?"

"Yeah, pretty much. I can also tell Dumbledore the names of at least one Death Eater that you don't know of, possibly more."

Bill was infuriated at this man thinking he held all the cards. "You can tell all of us or none at all!"

White looked appraisingly at Bill. "You're a Weasley, right?"

"Yes! Do you not trust Weasley's or some shit?"

"No, not at all. I've heard you're very trustworthy people. It's just I'd prefer ol' Dumble's to inform you of my information."

It then dawned on Bill what White was implying. "You think a Weasley's a Death Eater?"

"Since he was one of the ones who met with me, I know a Weasley's a Death Eater."

"Percy might be ambitious, but he wouldn't join the Death Eaters."

"The Death Eaters fucked him up. Mentally. They fucked with his brain. They removed his conscience. They made him think that the Death Eaters had the right idea. He is now a killer without remorse."

"Like you?"

"Worse than me. I won't kill someone if I strongly support their cause, unless I receive a lot of money. Percy'll kill you if you look at him wrong and he thinks he can get away with it."

Two wands were thrown at White's feet. Sirius glared at him. "Get the fuck out of my house."

White picked up his wand. "Can I use your floo?" He was answered by many glares. He threw some floo powder into the fireplace. "Muuaji Maficho!" He stepped into the green fire that would take him to the notorious African hideout.

25th December 1994 12:35 PM

Bakrag entered the Burrow. "Mr Longbottom, my condolences about your grandmother. The goblin Healers and I have agreed that your parents can leave the hospital for special occasions. I'm going to be honest with you, Neville. I personally think Frank and Alice could go home with you tomorrow, but Healers always fuss. They want Frank and Alice to stay for at least another six months. I think your parents will be joining Sirius at the platform at the start of the summer."

"Hello, Neville."

"M-merry Christmas, son."

Neville turned in delight to see his parents looking at him lovingly.

The adults congratulated Frank and Alice on their recovery, while the Second-Generation-Marauders, Ginny and Ron told Neville how pleased they were that his parents were sane again. Neville's parents asked about the Yule Ball that had happened the day before.

This happy scene was interrupted when Percival barged in at half one with a cigar. "Sorry, Mum. Can't stay long. Penny's at St Mungos identifying some bodies. Her parents were found, murdered. Presumably by Death Eaters."

Molly looked at her son, shocked. "Tell her I'm sorry. Percy, I didn't know you smoked."

"Hmm... oh! Yes, I do. Dolores and Lucius got me into the habit."

"Lucius Malfoy?" Percival nodded at Bill's question. "Come on, Perce. The man's a Death Eater. Minister Umbridge probably is too."

"I'll have no more of that talk here!" Shouted an enraged Percival. "Dear Dolores is a wonderful person. And just because Dad didn't like him, doesn't mean Lucius is a Death Eater. Dad didn't like Dolores or Fudge. Both are Order of Merlin First Class holders."

Padfoot had noticed something. A flash of red on Percival's left arm. It was mostly concealed by his sleeve. "Percy, what's that red mark beneath your sleeve?"

Percival grabbed his sleeve and tugged it down a bit. "Oh, nothing."

"Percy. You're not a Death Eater, are you?"

'Oh shit' thought Percival.

"How dare you accuse me of being one of those terrorists. I loathe those bastards. They killed dad. How dare you," here Percival gestured towards Sirius with his cigar, "accuse me of such a crime. How dare an ex-convict lie about me. Bill, as you're head of the family, I demand that you throw this man out at once."

Bill had seen the red marking while Percival had been ranting. He had seen more than Sirius, though. He had seen enough to see that it was the Dark Mark. "I will not throw this honest man out."

Outwardly, Percival looked indignant. Inwardly, however, he grinned evilly. "How dare you! I disown the entire family! I am no longer a Weasley!" Percival left and disapparated.

The Ministry of Magic, the same time

Percival appeared in the records department. "I wish to legally change my name."

"Current legal name?"

"Percival Ignatius... Weasley." Percival could clearly not bear to say he was a Weasley.

"New legal name?"

"Percival." Percival then disapparated.