I had lost all interest in continuing this story for almost 18 months until very recently when something piqued my interest again. I decided to just post what I had written for Chapter 20 all those months ago without adding anything new onto it and start fresh with Chapter 21. I can't guarantee how often updates will be. I do know this story will contain another ten chapters or so before it ends.

While I originally planned on the Phoenix Rebellion being the sequel to this, I actually started Chapter 1 for a mini-sequel that will bridge some of the gap between this and the Phoenix Rebellion, and start where this one leaves off. Although I will wait until I finish this one before posting that.

Chapter 21 Rehabilitation

Harry regained movement of his body just in time for his birthday. Because he was still weak from his injuries he decided not to do anything too crazy like he did last year. Turning seventeen was a big deal in the wizarding world and usually when the big party was held but he just couldn't do it.

He sat on his couch, back in his loft for the first time in almost a year. The living room furniture had been moved to the side and a long wooden table, long enough to fit all those he had invited, stretched across the room.

Harry's stomach rumbled as the aroma wafting from the kitchen tickled his nose. He was starving, and had kept his food light for the day because he planned on stuffing his face full of food tonight. Probably not the brightest of ideas given how weak he still felt but he knew it would all be worth it when he takes that first bite of food.

There was a knock on his door that drew him from the couch. It was an effort to make it to the door, as a second louder knock follows seconds before he can reach it due to his slow pace.

"Remus, good to see you," he greeted when he finally reached the door to open.

"You as well Harry." Remus' eyes drifted to the cane Harry held. "What happened?"

"Sirius didn't contact you?"

"He said he ran into you on the continent but didn't give any specifics."

"Given that you will not be the last person to ask, I'd rather wait until everyone is here before going over the story. Please, come in."

As Remus stepped into the loft he took a big sniff of the air. "So it is your loft the smells are coming from. It smells amazing, what did you make?"

"Not me."

There was a loud POP and Dobby, wearing a mismatched Gryffindor colored socks with an oversized "Dumb and Dumber" t-shirt tucked into bright colored shorts, appeared. He held a bottle of red wine in one hand and a bottle of white wine in the other.

"Professor Lupey, it is an honor to see you again," Dobby cried out, bowing low.

"Please Dobby, I'm not a professor anymore. My friends call me Moony."

"F-friend? Professor Lupey considers Dobby a friend?"

Dobby's eyes started to water. Harry resisted the urge to sigh.

"Dobby, what did I say about today?"

"Not to get too emotional," Dobby recited, sniffling.

Harry gave Dobby a pointed look. The house-elf placed the bottles of wine he held on the floor and used his oversized shirt to dab at his eyes, muttering apologies as he did so.

"It's fine Dobby. I see you got the wine I asked for."

Dobby nodded his head vigorously.

"Oh yes, Harry Potter sir. Dobby got them just like you asked."

There was another knock on the door.

"Dobby will get it!"

"No need Dobby. Place the wine on the table and double check on dinner. I'm already up, I'll get the door."

Harry was greeted by six Weasleys and Hermione. Mrs. Weasley was the first one to enter the loft but pulled up short from giving him a hug.

"What happened?"

Harry laughed. "Still waiting on one more person, then I'll tell the story."

"No party this year?" Fred, or was it George, asked, as he patted him on the back.

"Shame really, had a blast last year," George, or was it Fred, continued.

"Especially with those muggle girls."

"Ah yes, those lovely muggle girls."

Harry waved them both on. Hermione gingerly hugged him, and both Ron and Mr. Weasley shook his hand. Ginny grew red at the sight of him and muttered a hello. After kissing him on one of his last days at Hogwarts, it seemed she had reverted back to her elbow in the butter dish ways.

"How is it working for the Ministry?" Ron asked.

"How is it? Look at him! He's walking with a cane! How great can it be?" Mrs. Weasley ranted.

"It's pretty cool actually. I was living in Paris for almost five months."

"Oh Paris is lovely. What were you doing there?" Hermione asked.

There was a third knock on the door. Before Harry could move toward it, Ron threw the door open.

"Nev, how's the summer been?"

"Alright," Neville answered as he stepped into the loft. He looked at all the people around him. "Hello everyone."

"Happy belated birthday Neville."

"Happy birthday Harry."

"Now will you tell me what happened to you?" Remus asked.

Harry looked around at all of the inquisitive faces. "Alright, dinner should be ready. Everyone grab a seat and I'll tell you what happened in Paris."

Dobby started to levitate some of the dishes from the counters over to the table.

"Dobby! I didn't see you there."

"Hello again Harry Potter's Grangey."

Hermione blushed. "Dobby, I'm no longer, er, I'm not Harry's 'Grangey'"

Fred, George and Ron all snickered at that but stopped at the look their mom gave them. Everyone took their seats, Mrs. Weasley last after being shooed away from helping by Dobby.

"Are you expecting anyone else?" Mr. Weasley asked, indicating the extra chair.

"No, that's for Dobby to sit and join us. He refused to take payment so I told him he has to at least eat with us."

Hermione gave Harry a pleased smile. After the last of the dishes, a dozen platters full of Mexican-style food, were placed on the table, Dobby pulled himself onto the extra chair and looked at everyone shyly.

"Your mum would be proud of you Harry," Remus said. "Although she'd probably question how you turned out so level headed being raised by Petunia. Now no more delaying, what happened?"

"Right, so I actually can't go to into full details about what I did. It's classified United Kingdom Ministry intel and technically speaking, they can arrest me for spilling too much. Just know that I was in Paris trying to uncover an attempt to form an alliance between the Dragon Mafia and Voldemort."

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley gasped at the use of Voldemort's name. Dobby yelped and ducked underneath the table. After a moment, Dobby popped his head back out and seeing that nothing had happened, slowly climbed back into his seat.

"Things were going well, until someone in our Ministry ratted me out for some spare galleons. The Dragon Mafia sent an assassin team after me, and when that failed they sent a hit-squad after me. That was around the same time the French law enforcement became suspicious of me. My handler wanted me to bail but I was too close to uncovering the person brokering the alliance."

"And was that the assassin team or the hit-squad?" Mrs. Weasley asked, distastefully, as she waved her hand at him.

"Neither actually, though both did their damage in different ways. I found the person I was looking for, and with that information I turned myself into the head of the French magical Law Enforcement."

"Whose daughter you happen to know," Remus pointed out.

"Who's the daughter?" Ron asked.

"The head of the French Magical Law Enforcement is Jean Delacour," Mr. Weasley supplied.

"He was skeptical at first, especially since I was operating under an alias but with the help of Fleur, I was able to convince him who I really was. He arrested the person of interest, and was able to pinpoint the meeting between an inner circle Death Eater and the head of the Dragon Mafia."

"That's where you got injured I take it?" Remus asked.

"Yup."

"They let a sixteen year old partake in something like that?"

"Not exactly Mrs. Weasley. Mr. Delacour kept me at the main operations room to observe and nothing more. According to him, I was lucky I wasn't in a jail cell. Except the Death Eater that showed up wasn't a Death Eater; it was Voldemort."

Again Mr. and Mrs. Weasley gasped, and Dobby let out a yelp, though he remained in his chair this time around. Hermione gave Harry a knowing look.

"And you went rushing in, didn't you?"

"Hitched a ride on a reserve team's portkey despite the yells not to."

"You're an idiot," Neville said.

"I concur," Fred and George added at the same time.

"Thanks for telling me something I don't know guys. He destroyed me. Even with the help of two Enforcers I stood no chance against him. He was centimeters aware from killing me. I honestly accepted the fact that I was going to die, but somehow, someway Dumbledore showed up."

"Oh Harry."

"I was paralyzed from the neck down the past several weeks. I've only had full range of my body since Monday."

Everyone sat in silence, their faces pale as they looked at him. Except Ron that is. He looked around for a moment before glancing at the food in front of him.

"Are we able to eat now?"

Harry laughed and nodded his head. "Yeah, didn't mean for my story to keep everyone from eating. Dig in."

Everyone loaded their plates with food, though none with the enthusiasm as Ron. Conversation was on hold as everyone took their first few bites, noises of approval coming from everyone's mouths.

"Dobby, I had no idea you could do Mexican. It's very good."

Dobby blushed at Hermione's compliment. "Thank you Harry Potter's Grangey."

It was Hermione's turn to blush.

"How did you do on the OWLs Ginny?" Harry asked.

"Good. I managed to get nine."

"That's awesome. Any idea what career you want to pursue after Hogwarts?"

Ginny shook her head.

"And Hermione, I assume you're Head Girl?"

"I am."

"They'd be mental to pick someone else," Ron chimed in threw a mouthful of food.

"Don't talk with your mouth full Ronald."

Ron swallowed what he had in his mouth. "Yes mum."

"And the Head Boy?" Harry inquired.

"Terry Boot."

"Good for Terry. He's earned it."

"Should have been you mate."

Harry shook his head. "Nah, I got in too much trouble."

"Your dad was Head Boy and he had the record for most detentions in a year once," Remus said. "If he can become Head Boy, literally anyone can do it."

Conversation continued as they ate their food. Fred and George pestered Remus about the magic behind the Marauder's Map, which he admitted to not knowing all the magic at work since he was only one of three who worked on it. Dobby, despite his attempts to remain unnoticed, caught the interest of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley as neither of them had ever met a house elf who liked their freedom. The fact that he was a former Malfoy house elf that Harry managed to get tricked into his freedom made it all the better.

Harry pestered Ron, Hermione, Neville and Ginny about the goings on at Hogwarts, and in turn he answered what he could about his time working under the Ministry. There were times where he would start saying something, pause to think it over and then shake his head once he realized he couldn't divulge what he was about to.

"What's next for you Harry?" Mr. Weasley asked. "Another assignment?"

"Eventually. I have another week of recovery in front of me before they'll allow me to start training again. Should be another week or two after that before I actually get back into the field."

"Any ideas where?" Fred asked.

"Or who you're going after?" George asked.

"I'm going to Poland to look into Fenrir Greyback."

Remus dropped the fork he was holding. "Absolutely not."

"Remus—"

"Fenrir Greyback is a monster. He's brutal and vicious, and is not someone to cross even in the smallest of ways, as my father found out thirty years ago on the night I was bitten."

"Remus he's gone underground in a large forest in Poland with over thirty followers. The Polish government is turning the other cheek because they know of Greyback's reputation. We need to know what he's doing."

"Then I'll go."

"You are a known werewolf with a high paying government job. You are proof that being a werewolf doesn't mean you are a social pariah rejected by society. You prove that what Greyback preaches is absolute bullshit and put doubt in his followers' mind, and Greyback knows this. He'll kill you the minute he knows who you are."

"As he'll do to you!" Remus yelled, slamming his hand on the table in one of the few displays of anger Harry had ever seen in the man.

As everyone else sat there, shifting in uncomfortable silence, Harry gave Remus a small smile.

"I know you care about me and my well being, and it means a lot to me, trust me, but you have to understand you can't stop me from doing this. I'm stubborn."

Remus slumped back into his seat. "Like your damn father."

"I could use your help though. If you'd be available to talk within the coming weeks, before I head out."

"Of course." Remus sighed and rubbed his eyes. "You'll probably end up putting more grey hairs on my head than Sirius."

"You know, I heard a certain metamorphmagus really digs the salt and pepper look."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Remus stammered out, blushing bright red.

Mrs. Weasley cleared her throat. "What will you be doing during the next week of your recovery Harry?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Staying here and taking it easy pretty much. I have strict instructions not to exert myself."

"You'll be here by yourself?" Mrs. Weasley asked. "Nonsense, Ron can stay with you again."

"I can?" Ron asked. "I mean, yeah of course."

"If Ron's staying, I can always stay here as well, if that's alright."

"Of course Neville." Harry turned toward the other young adults in the room. "Invitation is open to all, if you guys feel like crashing for the week."

"Sorry mate, Diggory's got us running mad trying to come up with new things."

"Yeah, it was fortunate we had time to come tonight."

"I'd love to Harry but I have a cousin in America getting married this weekend. I'm flying out with my parents in two days," Hermione said.

Harry focused his attention on the only one to not answer. "Ginny?"

"I don't like the idea of Ginny spending the week with three boys," Mrs. Weasley protested.

"Molly, one of them is her brother, and Harry's basically family."

"Yeah, and if Neville tries anything, I'll kill him," Ron added.

"She's old enough to make her own decisions," Mr. Weasley said.

Everyone's attention turned to Ginny, who did not look pleased at being talked about as if she wasn't in the room, though she did look gratefully at her dad.

"I wouldn't mind spending the week here."

"Then it's settled," Mr. Weasley said, giving his wife a look.

Mrs. Weasley wrung her hands. "Where will she sleep?"

"Well, I can't really go up and down the stairs right now, so she can take my room. I'll conjure myself up a bed in here."

"Nonsense Harry, it's your flat, I'll crash out here," Neville said.

"It's fine Neville. I don't mind. Besides I've kind of been staying up late watching muggle movies, so it will work out better this way."

Two days later found Harry, Neville, Ron and Ginny sitting at a restaurant after coming from the movie theater. The boys had decided to introduce Ginny to the world of muggle cinema.

"Are there really aliens out there?" Ginny asked.

"Could be, but they're not on Earth. The movie isn't based on real events or anything."

"Those weren't real aliens? How did they have those aliens look so real?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Costumes and digital enhancements."

"Digi-what?" Ron asked.

"It has to do with computers. They can alter the way things look with them. I don't know the details behind it, so don't ask me to explain."

"Muggles are pretty creative."

"They are," Ron agreed. "But you can't say things like that in public Gin. You know, statute of secrecy and that whole thing."

Ginny put her hand to her mouth and looked around. "Sorry. I'm just not used to being out in the…" Ginny waves her hand instead of finishing her sentence.

"You'll get used to it," Neville assured. "If Ron can, anyone can."

Ron made a face at Neville. Harry laughed as he leaned back in his chair. He missed hanging out with his friends. Trying to thwart Voldemort was important but he was still a teenager. He wondered if he had made the wrong decision, leaving Hogwarts early.

No. Stopping Voldemort comes first. Everything else comes second.

Harry waved down the waitress and asked for the check. Once that was paid off, they made the short walk to Harry's loft; only two blocks from the restaurant.

Upon entering, Ron made a dash for the remote that sat on the coffee table, which he used to turn on a football match. Ron sat in the armchair that faced the television. The other three followed him to the living room area at a much slower pace.

"Dean never should have gotten us tickets to that football match," Neville muttered as he fell back onto the couch.

Harry silently agreed as he and Ginny plopped themselves down on one of the other couches.

"Oh Ron, Neville, I completely forgot. The Minister marked you two as potential recruits for the Knights. He'll probably approach you sometime at the start of the school year to see if you want to graduate early and join the program."

Ron turned from the television, his face doubtful. "Me? A Knight?"

"Yeah."

"That'd be cool, I guess."

"What's it like?" Neville asked.

"You'll go through the time traveling and hours upon hours of training every day for months straight that I did. It's tough. Tougher than school physically, mentally, and emotionally, by a large margin."

"That means we'd have to take our NEWTs early right?"

Harry nodded his head at Ron's question.

"Blimey, I don't think I'd be able to pass the NEWTs without the full year," Ron muttered.

"This sounds like a big opportunity," Ginny said. "I wish I could do it."

"It's also an extremely dangerous opportunity," Harry warned. "I would advise thinking it over carefully. I know you were both looking into becoming Hit-Wizards when you graduated. The Knight training is a lot more intense. You'll learn a lot more but you'll be fighting Death Eaters eight months sooner."

"Mum will kill me if I accept," Ron said.

"Gran will be worried but proud."

They both looked pensive.

"What about me Harry? Do you think I'd meet the requirements for Knight recruitment?"

Harry looked at Ginny and thought it over. Her power was above average for her age, she got good grades, and she was a good duelist. But Minister Diggory didn't just want good, he wanted exceptional. So the question then became, did Harry think Ginny was an exceptional witch? She was smarter than Ron and Neville, and had better control of her magic but lacked the raw power they had.

"You'll definitely be on his list, but I'll be honest, I don't know if you have the power he's looking for. You have everything else; you're smart, capable, a hard worker, quick with your wand and a skilled duelist, but he wants the Knights to eventually be able to go toe to toe with the top Death Eaters, and that requires a lot of power."

"Oh."

"I don't mean it in a negative way or anything Ginny, you know that."

When Ginny didn't respond Harry wished he hadn't said anything.

The remainder of the week was spent hanging around the local shops and cafes around Harry's loft. Harry bought Ginny some muggle outfits she fell in love with from one of the shops, and he got Ron a football for him to kick around. Neville, who had old money but didn't have any muggle money, kept insisting he would pay Harry back in galleons for the muggle gardening tools Harry paid for.

Harry was happy to do it for his friends, as he always was. His parents had left him a fortune and investments made before he was born, on top of his salary from the Ministry, made sure he would never go broke barring something catastrophic. He was more than happy spending it on other people.

When they weren't out and about, Harry was teaching them some of the dueling tricks he had picked up during Areani training. He was in no shape to duel himself and so mostly watched them from the side, correcting wand movements and giving pointers. Watching Ron and Neville trade shots made him itch to jump in. He was sure even with his cane he could take on any of them in a one on one fight, although that was probably just his ego talking.

Nights were spent in front of the television watching movies until the others shuffled off to bed and Harry drifted off to sleep on the couch. On the last night, before his friends had to leave and he had to report back to the Knights HQ to begin his physical rehab, he fell asleep before the others for the first time. He woke several hours later to see that Ron and Neville had gone off to bed and he had somehow ended up with his head landing in Ginny's lap.

Her head tilted backwards against the back of the couch and she was sound asleep, but it didn't look like the most comfortable of positions. He figured he would let her take the couch and he'd set himself up on the recliner he had. Harry went to shift her so she was lying down but she woke up as he started shifting her. She didn't seem to be fully aware, as she looked at him with half opened eyes. Before he could say anything she leaned herself into him and snuggled up against his chest. Her eyes closed again and she let out a long breath from her nose before her breathing evened out again.

Looked like he was stuck on the couch tonight. Harry carefully scooted himself further down the couch, keeping Ginny against his chest, until he had room to lay fully down. He laid down slowly, making sure not to wake Ginny. Once he was stretched out he shifted a bit to get himself comfortable before closing his eyes to drift back to sleep.

The next morning, he was woken by Ginny burying her face into the side of his neck. He slowly blinked himself into the waking world just in time for Ginny to quickly lift herself off of him. He looked up at her as she looked down at him in mortification, her face a bright red.

"Harry, I didn't, I mean, I don't know…" she stuttered. "How did we end up like this?"

"I woke up in the middle of the night and tried to give you the couch but you, uh, kind of snuggled against me and I didn't have the heart to push you off."

Harry didn't think it possible for her face to get any redder than it already was but somehow it did.

"I didn't mean to do it. I mean, you know how I, well, you know, but I didn't, uh, snuggle into you on purpose or anything."

"Ginny, it's okay. You were barely awake when you did it. I know you weren't trying to make a move on me."

Ginny breathed a sigh of relief, and the red slowly started to recede from her cheeks.

"Besides, you're a great snuggler."

Harry laughed as Ginny buried her face in her hands in embarrassment.

"You're getting too much enjoyment out of this," Ginny said.

"I am. It's not everyday you wake up with a pretty girl on you."

Ginny groaned. "Harry, shut up please. You're not helping at all."

"I'll shut up."

They sat there for several minutes, Harry lying down and Ginny sitting with her hands buried in her face. After a while she pulled her hands away from her face and looked at him.

"Why would you tease me when you know how I feel?"

Harry moved into a sitting position. "Sorry Gin. I'm not trying to be an arse but I guess it's coming off that way."

"You're not being an arse." Ginny let out a heavy sigh. "It's just, you know how I feel. Unless you're oblivious and me throwing myself at you wasn't a big enough hint."

"No, no, I got the hint."

"Then why would you let us sleep like this?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't think it was that big of a deal."

"Really? Knowing that I like you and that you don't like me back, you didn't think letting me sleep on you was that big of a deal? "

"I never said I didn't like you."

Ginny gave him a hopeful look. "So you like me?"

"Well," Harry rubbed the back of his neck, "it's a bit complicated ain't it?"

"What do you mean 'it's a bit complicated?'"

"Given how close I am with your family, I never let my thoughts stray in that direction when it came to you. I like you as a friend and you're very pretty but I didn't want to potentially upset your family so I just kept my thoughts platonic."

"Upset my family? My mom probably wants you to date me more than I do. It's kind of weird really. She thinks you're the perfect gentleman, and you know how she already considers you a son."

"Yeah, that is weird." Harry shook his head. "But Ron's my best mate, basically my brother, not that he needs any more, and Fred and George are good friends too. I don't want to potentially strain my relationships with them. And to be fair, I thought you had gotten over the crush you had on me in my 5th year so there was no point."

"I didn't get over my crush; it became more than a crush. But by the time I got over acting like an idiot in front of you, you started dating Parvati and then Hermione, whose my one of my best friends and I didn't want to make a move on her ex, especially so soon after the break up. It's just, I really like you."

"Yeah, I get that now. I wish I could give you the answer you want. That kiss you planted on me last year really threw me for a loop. I don't know what to think anymore, and this is my first time seeing you since Christmas." It was Harry's turn to sigh. "Not like it would matter. I won't be around. Working for the Ministry is going to keep me out of the United Kingdom for who knows how long."

Ginny shifted herself onto her hands and knees and closed the distance between them. He knew what she was going to do, and his brain told him not to let it happen, but something stayed his voice and left him frozen in his spot.

She kissed him. It didn't have that intensity, that urgency the last one did, those nine months ago. This time around was slow and sweet. His hands stayed at his side as he was afraid of what would happen if he cupped her face in his palm, or rested his hand on her waist.

When Ginny pulled away all Harry could do was stare. She gave him a satisfied smile.

"What was that for?" he asked, his voice low.

"For you to think about while you're in Poland." Ginny climbed to her feet and stretched. Harry made no attempts to hide his staring. "I should probably get going before Ron wakes up and assumes you took advantage of his baby sister."

Harry snorted. "Yeah, I'm obviously the one you'd have to watch out for between the two of us."

As Ginny made to move up the stairs, Harry collapsed backwards on the couch and looked up at the ceiling. She went from embarrassed and flustered to a confident and take charge kind of girl, all in the span of fifteen minutes. Things could never be simple, could they?

The trainers at the Knights HQ brought Harry along slowly. Going a month without any major physical activity, most of which had been spent paralyzed, meant he was a little rusty. He felt like he was ready to go full throttle but he was the only one who thought so. Harry felt offended at the things they were having him do, because they were basic things he had been able to do with his eyes closed.

"Guys I'm fine. I can touch my toes and run without problem. Hell I can even tie my shoe and count by two, you'd be amazed at all the things I can do."

"Bitch in rhyme all you want Potter, but we've got a strict training regime for you these next two weeks. You'll follow it to the letter and if you don't re-injure your fragile self, you'll be cleared to go back out on assignment."

When he wasn't going through physical therapy, he was meeting with Remus at the man's house in Surrey. Remus had spent some time with Greyback's pack before Voldemort was defeated and again for a month after Voldemort was resurrected. Both times it was to gather information for Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix.

Remus still remembered a lot about how the pack operated and the individual members. While Harry was sure an alpha as violent as Greyback had a lot of turnover in his pack, it was still valuable information he could use on his assignment.

Remus was also vital in other areas. Harry used him as a testing board for various ways to hide his scent and tracks. Scent concealing charms didn't last forever, so having a secondary concealing method in place to be on the safe side, in case the charm failed without his realization at a vital moment, would be important. He also made Remus go back to his defense against the dark arts professor days, and make sure Harry was caught up on all his werewolf knowledge, including necessary offensive and defensive magics.

It was a little weird getting pointers from Remus about spells that were crafted to maim his kind. Then again, Harry imagined it was no different from him giving pointers to the others on dueling spells meant to maim in general.

Spending time with Remus was nice, as Harry hadn't seen his honorary uncle since Christmas. Harry imagined it must be lonely for Remus these past several months, with Sirius fighting on the continent. Then again, he had heard that Tonks was interested in Remus and was coming up with excuses to spend time with Remus. Not that Remus would make any kind of move. The Marauder viewed himself as a burden and didn't get into relationships because of it.

"When do you leave?" Remus asked.

"Two days. I was cleared to return to active duty earlier today."

"Are you packed?"

"Yeah, the Ministry provided me with everything I'd need."

On top of Harry's own personal stuff, he had been given a wizarding tent, powdered silver mixed with dittany, thirty doses of Wolfsbane, and enough warding material to ward downtown London several times over. He had already carved himself a portable ward scheme to place around the tent to hide his location from Greyback and his pack.

"I still don't want you going on your own."

"I have my own personal Knight team on standby that I can summon with an activation amulet. They each have a portkey with a homing spell on it that will bring them directly to my location, or the closest location possible if anti-portkey wards are in place."

"And what happens if you're incapacitated and can't activate your amulet?"

"If I'm incapacitated, the amulet activates. So being stunned or knocked unconscious will activate it."

"You know how dangerous werewolves are."

"I have an animagus form," Harry reminded.

"And what if you get bitten as a human? Your animagus form won't save you then."

"Are you sure you aren't Mrs. Weasley in disguise?"

"Har har, Harry."

"I appreciate the concern, but you don't have to worry."

"You're being too flippant about something so serious," Remus chided.

"Remus I've almost died so many times I need to start using my toes when keeping count because my fingers aren't enough anymore. Believe me, all the necessary prep work has been done and when I'm actually out on the field, I'm 100% focused. Unless I'm drunk at a bar and a veela walks in, but that's only happened once."

"Why are you at a bar with veela?"