Note: I don't own anything you recognize...that's the property of JK Rowling and e4...naturally I've fiddled with the time frames and such to fit what I wanted...Enjoy this crossover!

"I'll explain everything but first I need to borrow Auror Shacklebolt for a moment."

Not allowing anyone a chance, I grabbed onto the dark man's arm, I took him to my prison and showed him the Death Eaters that I had taken. He was quite surprised that I had them stuck to the ground.

"I couldn't allow them to get away. Plus I didn't want to be badgered by the old man just yet. Can you identify them for me?"

"Selwyn, Jugson, Lestrange, and new recruits I don't know."

"Lestrange?"

"Rabastan. Hmm. He should be locked up in Azkaban with his brother and sister in law."

"Shitty that they broke out but perfect because I need in their vault. Toodles."

I grabbed Lestrange's hand and apparated. We landed in an alley near the Leaky Cauldron and I fixed our appearances. We couldn't be walking through Diagon Alley all bloody and whatnot, especially him since he should still be in prison. I altered his hair color and fiddled with some of his physical features so the other wizards and witches wouldn't freak out. Before removing the spells on him, I cast a serious Imperius on him.

"I'm so going to Hell for this."

I grabbed onto his hand, pretending to be a happy couple, we walked through the bar to the brick wall and beyond. No one gave us a second glance as we strolled past on our way to the white gleaming building of Gringotts. I held onto Lestrange's hand as we waited our turn.

"Next," the goblin at the counter growled.

"We'd like to make a withdrawal from the Lestrange vault," he said in a hush but demanding tone.

The goblin's eyes bore down on us before his gaze turned directly onto me. If goblins had the ability to read minds, I'm sure my mind would be torn through like a book in that gaze. The goblin was doubting why a demure girl would be hanging on to Rabastan Lestrange, a man with the notoriety that he has.

"Allow my soon to be bonded and I through, goblin, or I will see your ass charcoaled where you sit," I hissed as I let my magic flare in the atrium of the bank.

A sick sneer crept onto his face as he called another goblin over. We were led to a cart and soon we were getting deeper into the belly of the bank. I kept my hand clasped together with Lestrange as I fluttered more magic through the Imperius. A waterfall approached and after we went through, I watched as the enchantments fell away. The real Rabastan looked back at me. Luckily the Imperius withstood the waterfall. The cart approached where the vault was and I glanced at the sleeping dragon, a Ukrainian Ironbelly.

"Wouldn't that make a lovely pet for the Dark Lord, Rabastan?" I purred into his ear.

The goblin hurried on his little legs when we hit the ground and reached for a basket of metal toys.

"Take one."

We each took one and used it to make the worst kind of noise. It shook me to the core and while I wished I could have removed my hand from Lestrange's to cast a silencing spell around my ears, I didn't want to lessen the physical contact. The dragon reared its head and immediately backed up. We walked through several archways until we reached the vault and the goblin placed the basket down and instructed us to drop the noisemakers inside. His hand was placed on the door and we could hear the gears shifting aside so the door would open.

The door swung open and the two of us entered the giant vault. Still holding onto his hand, I gazed over the mounds of gold, silver, and bronze.

"Pouch, goblin," I ordered while snapping my fingers.

The goblin handed me a money pouch and through the Imperius I instructed Rabastan to fill the pouch with Galleons and most importantly the soul piece. I handed the pouch over but before letting him completely go, I grabbed his head and moulded my lips against his and nearly shoved my tongue into his mouth.

"Hurry up, Rabastan, and we can celebrate once we arrive home."

I watched as he scooped up handfuls of Galleons and dumped them in the pouch then followed by a golden cup. Four or five more handfuls of Galleons filled the pouch as I idly waited. Lestrange added several other things to the pouch before coming back over.

"Finished. Now let us head back so I can show you what being locked up can do to a man," he said before crashing his lips down on mine.

The goblin locked the vault behind us and we picked up the metal toys to head back to the cart. The ride to the atrium was difficult since Lestrange's mind was now fixated on 'celebrating'. I toned down on that through the Imperius but not completely. Once we were through the waterfall again, I reapplied the enchantments so Lestrange looked like the man I brought into the bank.

Leaving the bank was easier than I expected and a breath escaped me in relaxation. I led Lestrange down Diagon Alley towards Knockturn Alley but before we turned the corner, I pushed him against the wall. A small kinky smirk filled his face.

"You want me right here where anyone can see?"

"Of course. Now hands above your head and spread your legs. I think a little oral teaser before the real deal," I said, running my tongue over my lips.

Once he was positioned like I wanted, I glued him to the wall and stunned him. I cast a Notice Me Not charm on us while I finished up with him. I removed the enchantments and reverted his looks to his real ones. I tore his sleeve to show the Dark Mark to the world. I dug the pouch out of the pocket of his robes and backed up. I tilted my head before nodding. I conjured a sign which read 'I deserve the Kiss.' After sticking it to his chest, I gained precious distance before removing the Notice Me Not charm and the Imperius curse.

Even though it was still the middle of the night, around 4am, there were a few people walking through Diagon Alley. I didn't stick around after Lestrange made the first shout. It attracted attention and soon whoever was out had surrounded him. I made it to the specified Apparition point and headed to the park outside Grimmauld Place.

"I so deserve coffee before my Inquisition."

I summoned my mobile and wallet, knowing that Kelly always leaves the attic window open. Once the piece of technology was in my hand, I typed in Starbucks and found the nearest location.

"Awesome. Tottenham Court Road."

"Going somewhere, RJ?"

"Getting coffee before the questioning. Want to come?" I asked Kelly, Curtis, and Alisha. "Get visible, Simon."

The blond appeared and we headed down the road towards the coffee shop. They filled me in that when everyone came back, they hurried down to the kitchen and locked themselves in. The kids were listening in on ears on a string.

"I saw you in the park so I came down and told the others," Curtis said.

"When they got back, Nathan pulled Charlie aside and they talked. He called you Miracle Girl again."

"I was never Miracle Girl. Nathan would have lived anyways. His power from the storm is immortality. There's a spell that can kill instantaneous and Nathan was hit protecting me. He didn't die."

We arrived at the Starbucks and ordered our coffee. I did a quick calculation of the amount of adults back at Grimmauld Place and purchased a couple of pounds coffee beans. Until I could meld electronics and magic, I was gonna have to make coffee the very crude way.

"Have you had any more luck deciding between Charlie and Nathan?" Kelly asked.

"I took your advice and spun it my way after we talked before the attacks happened. Except it didn't help. Both were fantastic."

The walk back to the townhouse didn't take long and I knew I would have to enter to face the others. I tapped on the door and we spotted the group of teenagers trying to listen in on what was being said. I held up a finger to my lips to the others and then thumped my feet on the floor.

"You know if you want to hear what's being said, you could always charm an object inside the kitchen to act as a microphone and another object outside as a speaker rather than trying to eavesdrop around the door. Now I think I'm going to have a long soak, enjoy my coffee, and then play with Hermione's kneazle," I said, nearly shouting so those in the kitchen would hear me.

I made it three stairs before the door to the kitchen flew open and the old man was trying to stare me down. I turned around and looked at him.

"Oh, right. You had some questions, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did, Ms. Lupin. Everyone is waiting for you."

"Obviously not everyone if they're up here. Even if they don't fight, they should hear what's going on in the war."

Curtis was the first to push past Professor Dumbledore and then the others scrambled after him. I bounded down the stairs, tossed the coffee beans on the counter, and hopped onto it beside them. I waved and looked at the congregation of everyone. There were other people that I had never met sitting in the kitchen.

"This must the Order. I'll do some basic info for those who don't know me. I'm RJ Lupin and my magic is supercharged. There are things I can do that I don't know how I can do them or why but it can come in handy. Anyways, yada yada yada. Did you know Nathan can't die and that I just robbed Gringotts?"

I was betting on Molly being the first to start yelling and as soon as the first word left her mouth, I tossed a Galleon at her.

"Again, thank you for caring and I will be explaining. Curtis, can you hold out your hands?"

The dark man held out his hands and I slowly dumped the Galleons into his palms so I could get at the cup. My finger briefly brushed the cup and my body shuddered. I heard my name being called so I focused on levitating the cup out of the pouch. I levitated it over to the kitchen table and dropped it down in front of Professors Dumbledore and Snape.

"That is the real reason I robbed from the bank. Sure the how might not be completely legit but it's war."

"What of your message through the Dark Mark, Lupin?" Professor Snape said.

"A way to end the fighting. That was not the Cruciatus curse, just something similar to a Taser gun."

"Not that spell," Nathan groaned.

"Quiet, you. Two sides of war and I bet only one side, aside from a few, are willing to go all the way. Yes, we are the Light but do you really think we can win with cuddly teddy bears and cheering up charms? In the Muggle world, in war, both sides have the same weapons and are willing to use them so we must be willing to use the same spells they are.

"I'm not condoning the use of the Imperius or the Cruciatus. But would you rather kill or be killed? Molly, would you kill someone if they were about to kill one of your children?"

"Ah…"

"You hesitate to say yes but in battle, I think it would be instantaneous. That bitch or bastard would be dead before the words have left their mouth. Sirius…"

"Yes."

"So you would dress up in a pink tutu if I asked you to?"

The crowd laughed at him briefly before I asked him what I really wanted to know.

"What did you do to Kreacher after he took me to the Malfoys?"

"What does this have to do with war?" a stocky baldish man asked.

"Ah, Sirius didn't do anything, RJ. I saw to Kreacher's wish of his head being on the wall like the rest of the Black house elves," Dad replied.

"Now I know I get my temper from both you and Mum but that's just shitty. Whatever. The point is we can't get by on disarming spells and Protego. Imagine that you're in a duel with a Death Eater. You cast a spell that's on the border of being Dark but not directly at the guy. I'm sure just the fact that you cast it will have shocked him long enough so you can petrify and tie him up."

"You've cast two of the Unforgivables."

"Get out of my head, Professor Snape. I said I don't condone using them but never said that I haven't used them. How else do you think I had Rabastan Lestrange hand over the cup to me? He should be back in Auror custody after I glued him to a wall in Diagon Alley with his Dark Mark on display.

"Before I head up for that long soak I promised myself, I have a couple of things to say. Harry, I've only been in a replica of your body for a bit and I hate it. I think I've found a way to turn it into the body you should have had if you were cared for properly. Professor Dumbledore, aside from the piece I have there is one remaining hidden in a cave. And lastly, in that Dark Mark message I told everyone that Voldemort was a half-blood so there might be some backlash from that. Goodnight."