Shattering the Mirror

by arturus

A HP/X-Men crossover POST OOTP. Harry is identified by the ministry as one of a growing number of magical mutants. Expelled, Imprisoned and then exiled from the magical word. Harry and his mutant allies form a new alliance one destined to bring down the Dark Lord. A Harry/Hannah pairing but be warned there are brief mentions of rape in early chapters and a F/F relationship.

21. Chapter 21

Shattering the Mirror Chapter 21

Disclaimer: I own naught but my own ideas; all the good stuff belongs to those that created the worlds and characters with which I apply my mediocre skill. I make neither money nor any other form of profit from these works.

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Important Story Note on AU events: For the sake of convenience (my convenience anyway) I have moved some of the time lines and events the X-Men & HP Movies, Books and Comic's.

Just because I was asked once more here are the Marauders and their Initials/Alias

HP / Raptor

HA / Flame

LB / Fury

LL / Oracle

BZ / Canis/Wolf

Last time:

Death Eaters in Ministry!

Two Ministry employees were killed in separate incidents….

Crumpling the newspaper in his fist the Voldemort hurled it back to the Death Eater, "Find out who was responsible for this and kill them."

Chapter 21

Marauders Den

Harry rolled over and kissed Hannah who sighed in her sleep and snuggled into his chest. His eyes travelled from her peaceful face with her blond hair splayed out over her pillows to the exposed lines of her back. She truly was beautiful and she was his. Even now he could make out her scent mingling with his, it was musky and intoxicating.

"Harry?"

Moving slowly so as to not wake Hannah he turned his head to see Luna in the doorway.

Luna looked apologetic as held out a mobile phone, "Michael Hayes, he needs to speak to you."

Harry nodded and carefully got out of bed to take the phone from Luna, "Harry here."

"It's Michael; the old man wants to see you."

Harry was fully awake now, "When and where?"

"Quarter past ten at the Green Park. We will be waiting at the Constance Fund fountain."

"Hannah and I will see you there," agreed Harry before pressing the end button.

oOoOoOo

A casually dressed Harry and Hannah walked hand in hand toward the fountain of Diana and her hunting dog. To the world, they looked like two young lovers strolling along the tree-lined avenue. Their light jackets, however, concealed the handgun each carried along with their wands. As they strolled toward the fountain they steered toward the two older men having a quiet discussion as they looked over the dedication plaque.

Geoffrey Smyth looked up and raised an eyebrow, "Right on time."

Harry nodded to the two men as Hannah kept a watchful eye on the joggers and dog walkers walking past.

"Your first official operation was successful but rather public," said Geoffrey conversationally with a neutral expression.

Harry smiled grimly at the comment, "We know and no not all of our operations will be so public, but we wanted the wizarding world to know. What better way to achieve that than by a public assassination of his ministry based Death Eaters?"

Geoffrey simply nodded, "Do you need anything?"

"Do you need to know now or can we get a list to Michael?" asked Harry in return.

"Later is fine. Harry, I'd like to offer you the use of our trainers as well." Geoffrey was sure Harry would decline and was somewhat surprised when he appeared to be considering the offer.

Harry looked over at Michael Hayes before looking back at Geoffrey, "Michael and his people have been a part of this and I'd like them to continue to be a part of our training. I know that we'll more than likely need their abilities down the track."

"Michael?" asked Geoffrey in a show of seeking compliance for what had in reality already been discussed before leaving the intelligence operatives office.

"I'm good with it Sir," replied Michael.

With a small nod Geoffrey acknowledged the soldiers acquiescence "Very well, I'll leave you two gents to work out the details. Michael, send any requisitions through my office."

With that the older man walked off toward Piccadilly station.

After watching Geoffrey walking away, Harry turned to Michael, "Your men were watching?"

Michael grinned as he held up two fingers, "We had two teams in position. It was a nice clean job, Harry. The old man was bloody impressed even if he didn't like the mess. We usually try to avoid it doesn't you know."

Harry gave Michael a cold smile, "Well and good Michael but we won't always be able to bring you guys along. Some jobs are just too risky and others, well they need to be more personal messages."

Michael nodded, "Do you want some help setting up a new training regime?"

"Probably with the mission specific stuff but otherwise I think we are fine," Harry glanced over at Hannah who nodded.

Michael nodded, he expected that Harry and his people were already training, "Okay then Harry but don't be afraid to ask for what you need."

"How's your family settling in Michael?" asked Hannah.

"All good, loving the warm weather," answered Michael with a wide smile.

Harry nodded, "That's great Michael, Hannah and I should visit before thing gets too crazy here. I spoke to Severus yesterday he said the new guest accommodations were pretty good. Secure as well."

"Severus isn't here with you?" asked Michael.

Harry wore a smirk as he replied, "Well it seems that my former potions master has found reason after reason to help our new friend in her search for Stryker. He's wearing out Port Keys traveling back and forth."

Michael chuckled at the image, "Well that will be a fun relationship."

oOoOoOo

International Portkey Point – Canadian Auror Command

Alastor Moody almost growled at the man seated opposite him, "What do you want Whitebear?"

Scott Whitebear smiled at the older man, "You disposition hasn't improved much over the years Mad-Eye."

"Did you expect it to?" was the curt reply.

The smile on Whitebear's face faded, "No not really. Now, why don't you tell me why I shouldn't let the lads outside the door drag you to cell and pour truth serum down your throat?"

"I'm looking for Potter," replied Moody.

"Why look in Canada?" asked Whitebear.

"I know Potter was here for a while and I need to talk to him."

Whitebear "You need to talk to him. Do you think Potter will want to talk to you Mad-Eye?"

"I shouldn't think so but what Potter wants doesn't bloody matter here. I have information he needs," insisted Moody.

"You know don't you that we are well aware of your connection to Dumbledore."

"I'm done with Albus. This is about Potter and his war against the wizarding world," replied Moody.

Whitebear studied the grizzled dark wizard hunter silently for a few moments, "Very well Alastor I'll pass the Message on."

Less than an hour later Whitebear returned accompanied by a tall figure in a hooded robe.

"That's not Potter," was Moody's immediate reaction.

The figure reached up as if to pull back its hood, "Alastor Moody, I wish I could say it was a pleasure."

"Snape?" hissed Moody.

Severus threw back his hood and nodded, "You have a message for Harry Potter?"

Moody's expression was poisonous as he glared at Severus, "And you ain't him so sod off Death Eater."

Severus smiled, "Ah Alastor but I'm as close as you are likely to get to young Mister Potter. He's quite upset with you as I recall."

Moody laughed, "You claim to be working for Potter do ya? Well considering the fact he despises you I find it a hard thing to swallow."

Moody turned to look at Whitebear, "What are you playing at Scott?" he asked contemptuously.

Scott ignored Moody's tone, "Oh I assure you that Severus is working closely with Mister Potter. It was Harry that suggested that he would be the perfect candidate to talk with you."

For a long moment Moody studied the faces of the two men before his shoulders slumped, "I thought I'd never see the day…..very well tell Potter that Minerva and a few others have been smuggling Mutants and others affected by the Ministry out of England. Most have gone to Ireland or the States. Also tell him that if he continues the way he's going it will be war with Voldemort, the ministry and Dumbledore. I know he's only got a small group with him he needs British allies, magical allies. He can't win a four way war."

"Well that's nice and bloody vague Mad-Eye. Harry will need names," commented Whitebear.

Moody shrugged, "Like I'd trust Snape with names. Tell Potter to look around his old muggle training grounds; He'll know what that means. Now am I free to go or what?"

oOoOoOo

Voldemort let the smoking remains of Bellifius Greengrass fall to the ground.

"Let that be a lesson to you all. My orders will be obeyed or you will suffer." Voldemort turned to a bald, sneering man in the front row.

"Tait, what information have you received from our new servants' in the ministry?"

Richmond Tait bowed deeply before replying, "My Lord our agents report that the Minister has re-issued arrest orders for Potter. Surprisingly Dumbledore has also been marked and despite being spotted he managed to escape. There was one interesting report that claimed he was badly injured."

"Dumbledore was injured?" asked Voldemort.

"So it was reported my Lord," replied Tait.

Voldemort looked thoughtful for a moment before tapping his wand against his thigh, "Potter, it must have been Potter. Dumbledore always did underestimate his enemies. What a pity we can't let the two of them destroy each other."

Tait bowed his head respectfully, "Your orders my Lord?"

"Use the Ministry people to locate Potter and his people. For a half trained wizard he is most skilled so do not assume what ever hole he is hiding in is undefended. Oh and Tait don't fail me on this. If you botch this, you will pay," warned Voldemort.

oOoOoOo

Albus Dumbledore was less than impressed as he took in the results of his self administered healing. Several puckered scars were still visible but thankfully slowly fading. The worst of his remaining injuries was his leg. IT was still not moving properly. Potions could only do so much and seeking out assistance by healers would be unwise at this point.

With a grunt he walked to the door of his safe house and limped down the crowded muggle street toward Kings Cross station. Few of his peers would recognize him now with his neatly trimmed and mundane attire. He blended in to the crowd of muggles letting them shield him from observation.

The Cauldron and Kettle was to all appearances a muggle Pub located a few streets from Kings Cross station. Very few knew that it was in fact a front for an illegal potions and ingredients business. Fortunately, mused Dumbledore I am among that few.

The main bar was deserted save for a single bartender. 'Probably because it stank of stale beer and vomit' thought Dumbledore with a smirk.

The bartender looked up and was about to speak, probably rudely when Dumbledore cut him off, "I'm looking for Richard."

With a curt gesture the man gesture toward the stairs, "Third door, knock four times."

Dumbledore hobbled up the stairs, again cursing his knee and made his way to the third door. Where he dutifully knocked four times and waited.

"Enter," called a deep accented voice.

oOoOoOo

"Ah I knew I would see you at my door one day," said a dark haired man with a strong Irish accent as soon as Albus walked in to a well lit and comfortably appointed room.

Dumbledore beamed at the Irishman, "Patrick, believe me I wouldn't be here unless it was a matter of the upmost importance to all the…."

Patrick Kelly raised his hand to stop Dumbledore's speech, "Spare me your usual rubbish Albus, I'm not buying whatever you are trying to sell."

Worried about the Irishman's response Dumbledore slowly began to move his hand toward his wand.

"Don't even think about it," warned Patrick.

With a false smile Dumbledore inclined his head and made a show of exposing his hands, "I mean you no harm Patrick."

"I'm sure you don't Albus but only because you need my services," replied Patrick with a cold smile.

"I need a double so that I can leave the country," said Dumbledore.

Patrick nodded and held out a hand in to which Dumbledore placed a vial of blood and a lock of grey hair.

"Ten thousand Galleons and I'll need twenty four hours Dumbledore. You can sleep in the room down the hall. Don't leave the pub or you'll disrupt my spell work," The Irish Wizard waited for Dumbledore to nod before gesturing for him to leave.

oOoOoOo

"Ireland?" asked Hannah as Severus finished delivering Moody's message.

Blaise shifted in his chair to face Severus, "Can we trust anything one of Dumbledore's lackeys tells us?"

Severus took a small sip of his wine before replying, "I believe he was being truthful. He was withholding some information but I didn't sense any deception with my surface scans."

Harry rubbed at his temples in frustration, "He's right though we need eyes and ears in the magical world. After we pulled all our allies out we crippled any intelligence network we might have built. Hell we know who the Death Eaters are but that's about it."

"Actually," corrected Luna "We only really know who they were. The information we got out of Malfoy is starting to get a bit dated. We really do need to start thinking about how we are going to keep our intelligence current. We know I can't do it all, my skills are too intermittent."

Blaise started tapping his claws on the table, a sure sign that he was thinking about something. "If he's on the level then maybe we won't have to far to look for allies."

"What are you thinking Blaise?" Hannah asked quietly.

"I think that Ireland would be a good place to go if you were a wizard on the run. Historically the Irish ministry hates the British ministry and has a history of refusing to co-operate with them. I was thinking of Ireland at one stage before things went south."

Harry leaned back in his chair looking thoughtful, "Okay so any potentially anti-ministry magical's may have fled to Ireland. How do we recruit?"

Now Hannah was looking thoughtful "I think we'll need Severus for that and we make sure that no one who hasn't been tested and cleared gets brought here."

"Or gets told anything operational," added Luna.

"So if Mad-Eye meant Ireland do you think he was referring to the Enniskerry Academy?" Blaise asked Harry.

"What the hell is the Enniskerry Academy?" asked Harry.

Severus cleared his throat before answering, "It's a small Wizarding school near a town called Enniskerry. Essentially it is a day school for Irish students. With the closure of the Dublin School it is now the only independent wizarding school left in the United Kingdom."

"Could people be hiding out there?" asked Harry.

Severus shrugged as he answered, "Their Headmaster, Burke I think his name is, absolutely loathed Dumbledore. It's a valid place to look for exiles."

Luna nodded in agreement with Severus's words, "Maybe those who have fled Hogwarts may have enrolled at Enniskerry. It would make sense. It is easier to get to Ireland than to say America and as Blaise said the Irish won't hand them over to the British."

"And they may be inclined to help us, well at least some of them might," mused Severus.

Hannah looked around the room, "So how do we get in contact with them?"

Harry gestured toward the other Marauders, "Anyone up for school?"

oOoOoOo

Albus Dumbledore was quite impressed with the Irishman's work. His Doppelganger was nigh on perfect.

Dumbledore finished his visual inspection and turned to face Kelly, "How long will it last for?"

"In its inactive state perhaps three months, once active maybe six months," replied Kelly.

"Excellent work Patrick," offered Dumbledore with a smile. Then with a quick flick of his wrist his wand was in his hand. The Irish wizard had no time to react before he was struck by the Killing curse.

"It was for the greater good Patrick. The light needs me," Dumbledore stepped over to his doppelganger and took its arm firmly before activating the silver harp portkey pinned to his lapel.

Mere moments after Dumbledore activated his portkey a hidden door swung open revealing a very annoyed Patrick Kelly. The Irishman checked the dead 'Kelly' before calling out, "JAMES," at the top of his voice.

A younger man hurried in to the room with a wand in his hand, "Patrick you alright?"

Patrick gestured toward the dead duplicate, "Fine thanks to a few precautions. Could you find Paddy and Siobhan for me please?"

"Right away boss, you gonna stay here?" asked James as he glance around the room looking for any unseen dangers.

Patrick took a deep, calming breath, "No I'll be at the estate. Find the twins and tell them to meet me there and get someone to clean this up."

"I'm on it," assured James as he hustled out of the room.

oOoOoOo

Ireland – County Cork

When the O'Malley twins arrived at the large manor house they were immediately escorted to the study. Where they found Patrick Kelly sipping his whisky and looking out over his estate as rain lashed against the window.

Siobhan looked at her twin for a moment before approaching the motionless man. "Patrick?"

Patrick turned from the window to face his visitors, "Ah thank you for coming so promptly. I've got a job for you two."

Paddy looked interested while Siobhan looked cautious. Patrick Kelly was an honourable enough man, but he was a player and the twins knew it. Whatever job Patrick had would mean excellent compensation and a great deal of risk.

"Go on," instructed Paddy.

"I want you to find a wizard for me, one Harry Potter," that pronouncement raised the eyebrows of the twins.

"And?" asked Siobhan.

Patrick grinned at the redhead, "And set up an appointment. Albus Dumbledore just tried to get out of a contract be killing me. Well I think I'd like to meet the Boy-Who-Lived and see what the other side has to offer a man of my talents. If nothing else I want Dumbledore to pay and helping Potter kill him appeals to me."

Siobhan laughed and poured herself a whiskey from the open bottle, "Okay we can find Mister Potter for you. As for Dumbledore, well I'd help you with that for free but I am a professional."

"I'll pay the usual fee Siobhan," replied Patrick.

Paddy watched his sister flirt with Kelly for a few moments before clearing his throat, "I might have a bit of information to share."

"Oh?"

"The two hits the other day, well both were Death Eaters and both were done with Muggle weapons. My British ministry source tells me the British are looking at Potter as a suspect but there has been no warrant issued."

Patrick swirled his whisky glass, "And the non-magical's, I know you would have asked Paddy."

Paddy nodded his head at the compliment, "Nothing Patrick. No flags or warrants."

Patrick smiled coldly, "So Mister Potter is either the luckiest bugger in the four counties or someone high up is running interference."

"I'll chase it down Patrick," assured Paddy.

Patrick downed the last of his whisky and put his glass down, "Be subtle, I'm not thinking he's all that happy with the wizarding world right now and we don't know a lot about exactly what his mutation allows him to do."

oOoOoOo

Enniskerry – Ireland

Daphne and Astoria Greengrass were looking through the shops of Enniskerry alongside a half dozen fellow students. The small wizarding academy allowed its students to make the walk to town every second weekend. While Enniskerry itself was a small community it was one that benefited from the tourist trade and its proximity to Dublin. The happy result for the students was the excellent, if strictly non-magical shopping.

The two girls had been taken in to the Academy on the recommendation of Professor McGonagall and hadn't looked back. The former Hogwarts professor had arranged for their student fees to be covered by the school trust. The school had then arranged for their accommodation in Convent house. The huge converted nunnery was located next to the magically hidden Academy. It had in the past been used by the school as accommodation for orphans and displaced students and was now the home of some fourteen ex-Hogwarts students.

Daphne turned to ask Astoria if she wanted a drink and froze when she saw a familiar face reflected in the glass. What was Hannah Abbott doing in Enniskerry? Was she another exile?

She was broken from her musing when her sister tugged on her hand, "Daph is that Harry Potter standing over there?"

Daphne turned and looked where Astoria was pointing and sure enough there was Potter standing on the otherwise of the street near the Pub. Daphne was about to drag Astoria away when a hand touched her shoulder.

"Daphne?"

Daphne turned to see the familiar face of her head of house standing behind her. "Professor?"

Hannah and Harry watched from across the street as Severus conversed with his former student. After a few moments Severus signaled for them to come. There was an awkward silence as the two Greengrass girls gaped at the changes to Harry before Hannah cleared her throat. "Perhaps we should find some where less public for this?"

oOoOoOo

As they sat around the booth at the back of the pub Daphne listened to Severus's talking quietly for a few minutes before turning to look at Harry, "So you want me to risk my neck and my sisters by returning to England to spy for you. What is in it for Astoria and I?"

"Why are you here Daphne?" Harry asked gently.

Daphne's expression was cold, "Because Dumbledore killed my parents and my father's brother inherited. His first act was to disinherit us. His second was to donate us to his master. If it wasn't for McGonagall I'd be dead or on my back with my legs spread."

Harry leaned forward, "The wizarding world is corrupt Daphne, corrupt and evil. Why do you think we are trying to bring it down?"

"Don't you dare use our problems against us Potter," warned Daphne.

If Daphne expected a reaction to her words it certainly wasn't a smile.

Harry shook his head with a wry smile on his face, "I'm not trying to coerce you in to joining Greengrass. Everyone one with us is part of this because they have their own issues with the wizarding world."

"Why approach me then?" asked Daphne.

Harry locked eyes with his former year-mate, "Because I read about what happened to you and your family. Yet when all the moral outrage dies down you are forced to flee the country. It's your choice to help us or not but I want you to consider what will happen when the war follows you here."

Astoria had been looking back and forth between her sister and the others. As Harry mentioned her family she stiffened in her seat and then put her hand on her sister's shoulder. "I'll help you. I may not be the most powerful witch but I want to help. My parents died because some wizard decided they were in the way of what he wanted. Then more wizards decided that my uncle should be allowed to strip us of our inheritance. Well now I'm a penniless orphan and I be damned if I sit here waiting for the axe to fall."

"Story," warned Daphne.

Astoria's expression was determined as she faced down her older sister, "I'm not running away anymore. Where could we go anyway?"

An hour later when Daphne and Astoria left the Pub each carried a port key and an encrypted mobile. Their mission was to keep their ears open amongst the British refugees.

oOoOoOo

Deathstryke cursed as soon as she opened the door. Empty, the bastard had cleared out this safe house as well. Stryker was clearing out his hidey-holes and had obviously gone to earth somewhere new. Somewhere he'd never used before. Looking around the empty room she cursed again before beginning a methodical search of the house. After two hours she exited the house not bothering to close the door behind her. As soon as she was on the footpath she flipped her mobile phone open and dialed via the special encrypted service.

"Hello, hello…..is this on….stupid muggle contraption…hello?" Deathstryke smirked at the irritated rant before taking pity on the wizard.

She made sure to speak slowly and clearly in to the phone, "Severus it's me. This one is a wash. I'm going to meet you back at the drop point in twenty minutes."

Twenty minutes later she spotted Severus lurking near the bus terminal toilets. "You know they'll call the cops if they see you hanging around the toilets."

Severus snarled in response to the comment and held the door to the disabled toilet open. "Let's get you out of here."

Once inside the small toilet Severus held out his hand. The moment Deathstryke touched his hand he grasped his Portkey and they disappeared in a flash of coloured light.

And reappeared in a small wooded area, "Are you sure you don't want to come back to our compound. I'm sure Harry would welcome you."

Deathstryke shook her head, "No…not yet Severus, I want Stryker dead and my father taught me that you do one job at a time. As soon as the bastard is lying at my feet I'll come help you with your crusade."

"I'll hold you to that," replied Severus and touched his Portkey again leaving Deathstryke alone in the woods.

oOoOoOo

Albus Dumbledore cast the last of the spells and fell back on to the bed exhausted. After a few moments he stood to examine the results. His Doppelganger was glowing with a pale silvery light. As he watched it faded away, just as the Druids notes indicated it should. There was only one step left and that was the hardest.

Forcing himself to his feet he limped over to the table and laid his hand on the doubled forehead. Taking a deep breath he cast the ancient Druidic spell. "Ar mo bháis m'anam a aistriú go dtí an soitheach."

Immediately pain assaulted him tearing at his heart causing it to beat wildly as if it was going to leap from his chest. Then as his vision began to grey out…. the pain passed. After several deep breaths he managed to stand and stagger to the small wooden chest by the table. With a shaking hand he picked up a pain reliever and downed it. Turning back to the table he almost laughed, he had done it. No one had achieved this in two thousand years and he had done it.

The Doppelganger was now a soul transfer vessel, a sort of living Horcrux. The true genius of the soul vessel was that it provided a fool proof defense against death. At the moment of crossing over the link he had just created would activate and pull his soul in to the vessel. In the past the vessel was an unwilling victim and there was a risk the victim could fight off the attacker. But using the Doppelganger negated that risk. The Doppelganger itself would normally fail after a few months but with his magical core reinforcing it that would be extended indefinitely.

Fatigue forgotten in his elation at his success he stood and with a flick of his wrist his wand fell in to his hand, "Now to see to the future of the wizarding world."