Harry Scamander and the King of the Animals 3

He hadn't heard his name being called. No. He had not heard his name being called. Bellatrix had stiffened next to him, before slowly starting to walk again. He mimicked her, as fast as possible, but certainly not because a familiar voice had called his name.

Who was he kidding? Of course someone had called his name and of course he knew who the voice belonged to. Still, he hoped Bellatrix had a solution, because he had absolutely no intention of stopping to talk with the Potters, and certainly not with…that woman.

She had made it pretty clear who his mother was, wasn't it?

He was being petty. He was being jealous. He knew he was acting like a spoiled kid who is found with his hands in the candy and is yelled at, but still refuses to admit it. He wanted to be recognized as his real mother's child of course, but he couldn't, he just couldn't stay and talk to the woman. He had no idea if she was about to offer him a place in her house as her sister's son or if she had finally remembered that he was her children too.

All that he knew was that he wanted to stall this as much as possible. Bellatrix took a sharp turn and he followed swiftly after.

"Harry! Harry please stop!" The woman kept on calling, but he didn't. If he did, it would be the Potters, then Dumbledore. He knew he had school, he knew he had to end up in Hogwarts again and face Dumbledore, but at Hogwarts…he wasn't alone.

Sure, all he had were the ghosts, but they could call for help. They could call for Draco and the other Slytherin who hailed him as King and they could do things and help him out. Strangely, Harry knew he would be safe at the heart of the enemy's fortress…but not at the outskirts. The gentle Mussolini wouldn't kill him where the press could see him, but would certainly exile him…and get someone else to fling the dagger down.

"Next to the right, grab my hand." Bellatrix hissed. Harry winced at the tone, but did just that. He felt a sharp pull, a tug, and the next moment they were within the store that sold the magic books.

"I hate family reunions." The raven haired woman replied, "So here." Handing him over the list of books to buy, "Get them and I'll wait for you outside…here's the money." Then, after handing him over a good amount of Gallons within a pouch, she walked out briskly. Harry knew better than to start complaining: he had the list and the money, he'd make do. Quickly his feet brought him over to the school books, where he stopped for a moment.

Of all the bloody days to get his stuff, not only did he have to meet with his family, but also with the Weasley's one that was apparently getting their books from the special sales and the second hand stalls within the shop. Normally, he wouldn't have stalled. He'd have gotten his stuff and left, but what if the Weasley knew who he really was, and they detained him? He couldn't let them find him now, could he?

He needed something to disappear from sight. Something he could wear to cover his face that didn't revolve around magic, because he was a…no.

He could use magic in Diagon Alley. Even if he was a minor, the area of the trace would be meaningless in the spot…but he didn't have his wand!

He was without his wand, and placed in such a tight situation that...

His inner breast pocket held both the Bezoar stone and Salazar's Slytherin pocket watch, but he did need something, anything, to get through with his book selection. If only the invisible cloak could actually make him invisible too, this wouldn't have been a problem! It wasn't as if he could walk backwards without attracting attention now, could he?

"Look mom! It's Gilderoy Lockhart!" One of the Weasley, a young girl who probably would start Hogwarts that year, exclaimed while looking in the opposite direction of his. At the same time, Draco of all people entered the shop together with his father, and when their eyes met, and then settled on the Weasleys, it was a split-second of understanding. The blond boy's eyes appeared to hold the eye bags typical of people who did not have a good night of sleep for at least a couple of weeks, and if possible, Draco was paler than usual.

Still, the Slytherin was next to him in less than two minutes, and with startled hisses pronounced some of the most contrite words ever to be spoken of.

"You could have told me your guardians had disowned you! We could have…"

"Draco? Is he a friend of yours?" Draco's father was hovering behind his child a moment later, but after his cold gaze settled on him for a moment, it left with a tint of a smile on the man's lips. "Of course."

"Father, this is Harry Dur..."

"Scamander." Harry replied quickly in a low voice. "I was adopted a month afterwards, Draco. Now I'm Harry Scamander."

"I know." Lucius replied with his smile now turning positively into a grin, "Bellatrix and I walked around the same…circles during our youth."

Oh right. Lucius Malfoy was one of the magical Nazi soldiers who had given the fault to their magical Hitler to get out of prison free of charge. Well, he had had to build a new hospital wing at St. Mungos, but no Azkaban had apparently kept the man sane enough…which couldn't be said the same for Bellatrix.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir…but I'm in a bit of a hurry and…" At that, Draco raised an eyebrow and Harry quickly muttered to explain.

"I'm cousin with Lillian Potter and her mother wants to adopt me." Which was probably true…at least to him it was. "And the Weasleys might know of this and detain me if I go over there to buy the second year books and since Bellatrix is probably waiting outside for me I have to be quick, but I don't know how to…"

"Say no more." Lucius cut Harry off before he could actually say anything else, and once his wand was out, a light touch on the boy's forehead made him transparent. "Wait here now."

And then Lucius was off.

"Is your father always…"

"He's trying to change." Draco mumbled with his eyes now suddenly downcast and looking to the side. "I'm sorry I didn't write to you sooner…when I did they just sent the letter back because you ended up getting adopted of all things…"

Harry merely shrugged, and then realized Draco probably couldn't see him, so he replied quickly.

"Not a problem…I couldn't write because it was a muggle neighborhood and flying owls would be suspicious. Did something happen?" Harry asked, taking into account just how much 'in pieces' Draco appeared to be.

The blond boy took a small breath, before whispering slowly.

"My…mother was hospitalized at the start of the summer…she's…well, still in St. Mungos…"

"I'm sorry." Harry replied. He knew better than to ask if she was going to get better soon: with the fact that she probably still was in the hospital, and coupled with Draco's complexion, it wasn't difficult to think about the worst.

"Don't. She just stressed herself and had a…a nervous attack of sorts. She's a bit unresponsive now but the worst is over. I'm just hoping she'll get better before school starts." Draco muttered, before sporting a light grin. "We're counting on you this year too King: will you give us the Quidditch cup I wonder?"

"Who knows…" Harry replied slowly, as he finally saw Lucius actually manage to get the Weasleys to move, pay and leave. The subtle combination of jabs and insults had apparently worked, and Harry bought his second year books with enough speed to make a Snitch look slow. He did however get the time to say thanks to both Draco and his father, because really… 'lifesavers' was the literal meaning of what they were.

What he hadn't thought about was the fact that the Weasleys might dally outside of the shop, and that Bellatrix might not get to him immediately. He slightly took a step out of the shop when the pair of red haired twins, Fred and George he last recalled, turned their head quickly to where he was and then gestured to both their father and younger brother.

He had been right. Lillian had told Ron who had apparently told his family, and this time Bellatrix appeared to have subtly disappeared for a moment. The result was that with the 'invisibility' charm gone, he was soon pressed too close to Ronald Weasley, who had apparently decided to jab his finger at him.

"You!" The red haired boy exclaimed with scorn, "I don't buy it one moment!"

"Ronald!" His mother's tone was harsh and stern, as the woman brought her hands on her hips to admonish her son. "You will leave Harry alone, you hear me!?" Then the boy was pushed aside as the red haired woman began to fret and mother-hen over him. "Poor dearie. That wicked, worthless, lurid…" the next set of insults and debaucheries was probably headed towards the Dark Lord. Actually now Harry was glad there was no Bellatrix nearby to hear.

"Horrendous monster kidnapped you and now…Oh you probably don't know what we're talking about…" No, Harry had a pretty clear idea they were talking about whoever had adopted him.

"Madam, I know perfectly well what we're talking about…" Harry began, only to be interrupted once more.

"Harry!" Oh for the love of the Zergs! Why was he on a first-name basis with people he considered complete strangers!? His eyes widened a moment in recognition of just who had yelled at him with his name: his father.

The man was apparently flustered from the run, and as a small silver animal he didn't recognize flew out of the tip of the man's wand he held little doubt his mother or sister would be next to arrive.

"Listen boy, I know this might seem shocking to you, but…" James was putting up his best calm and collected face, but was failing miserably: he was more on the anxious and worried expression.

"Harry dear, come over here!" Now Harry was getting positively murderous. Luckily, this time, it was Bellatrix. Only she was wearing a pair of thick sunglasses, a wide trimmed hat and a blond wig. The Hufflepuff's crest was quite visible on her robe's front, by the right side of her chest.

"And who are…" Ron's mother's voice died in her throat as she watched the sheer hurry Harry used in getting to the woman's side.

"I got everything." Harry muttered to Bellatrix. Kind of hoping they could now disappear or teleport away…but instead the woman had apparently other intentions. Gently putting her left arm around Harry's shoulder in an overly affectionate and motherly tone, she sweetly exclaimed.

"Harry dear, are these your friends?" Gesturing amicably towards the Weasleys while sporting a brief white teeth flash...that seemed positively predator-like.

"Madam, were you the one who adopted Harry?" James was the first to recollect from the shock, and swiftly walked in front of the woman while making a small bowing gesture. "I am Lord James Potter. I am Harry's Defense against the Dark Arts teacher and also…his father."

Harry gaped for a moment, shock probably visible on his face. So he…so they…they remembered him? Why? Why did they have to? Why couldn't they just keep on forgetting? He…He clenched his hands tightly against the bag that held his school books, his gaze going down on the ground instead of up to meet his father's one.

"Why…I would have thought he was a complete orphan, devoid of any living family. Might I ask why he was abandoned then?" The question was asked sweetly, but Harry knew better; he knew better than to simply take Bellatrix' words at face value, especially when she was using the sweet tone…and when she was smiling. Especially when she was smiling, the best solution was to apparently duck and run away.

"Now Madam, he wasn't abandoned…it's just that…"

"Harry!" And Harry groaned.

Why couldn't he have normality once more?

*Dumbledore*

"So Madam Rossi doesn't intend to see reason?" Albus queried, eying carefully his most trustworthy man. He knew what made the man tick and what he could use against him, and there was no need for veiled threats or manipulations. Severus would help him as long as he kept the Potters safe from the forces of the Dark Lord, and that much he knew. More than the Potters, however…as long as Lily was safe, then he would help. In the unfortunate event of their demise, then Albus would have to keep Lillian alive…and after having proclaimed her the Girl-Who-Lived, how difficult would it be to have her under guard from the ministry?

"Albus, she insulted you outright with terms I will not repeat. There is no way you'll be able to see eye to eye with her." Severus remarked, "I think I barely got out of there with my life."

"Isabella always had a remarkable aura around her, Severus…it's what made her fearsome indeed." Albus acknowledged his words with a light nod, before turning to look through some papers. "The new term will start soon enough. If possible, I would like you to teach Occlumency to Mr. Scamander."

"Occlumency?" Severus queried, "Why bother? You said you did a perfect job."

"Because better to be safe than sorry, Severus. Teaching him Occlumency would no doubt be helpful…especially if it's the wrong type of teaching." There was that narrowing of eyes on Severus' face that lasted only for an instant, but it was enough for the wizened old man to know his potion's master would do it…albeit with a bit of reluctance. It was useless to try and enter Severus' mind: the boy was a natural occlumence and he would certainly, at the very least, feel his intrusion. If he did that, then he'd lose the trust of an ally he couldn't lose…yet.

"I see." The man retorted, "Was Flamel satisfied with our guarding of the stone?"

Albus suddenly tensed, but even that lasted for less than a moment. His hands intertwined as the silver haired wizard slowly, deliberately slowly, muttered a single word.

"No."

"I see…will he do another?"

"No."

"Then…"

"Indeed Severus, Nicholas Flamel will die, as is in all human nature to die. With luck, his testament might leave something to Hogwarts, he and his wife did have little friends left…poor Scamander being one of them." Albus drily intoned, "Which brings us back to the boy's situation, Severus: I cannot stress it enough, the prophecy must not come to pass."

"What are you afraid of, Albus?" Severus commented offhandedly, "The child will bring the twilight of a world and the sunrise of another…he will conquer the Darkness."

"Only that I fear, justly, that the twilight will be the doom of our world Severus." Albus whispered, but mentally sighed in relief. Severus didn't know all of it. He didn't know just how close Harry was getting to completing the prerequisites…and if he ever did, then Albus would have to leave subtlety aside and kill the boy himself.

With Scamander's death, however…maybe Albus was getting a bit paranoid. How could that part of the prophecy come to pass with the man's departure from the living world?

*Harry*

Fortescue's Ice-cream parlor was packed with tension and people. Bellatrix was still acting as a doting mother, holding her arm around Harry's shoulder and smiling graciously. Lily Potter was apparently torn between yelling and keeping quiet. Lillian was looking at him as if he had grown a second head. James was trying a light nervous smile and Ron was the only one of the Weasley family who had apparently stayed with the Potters. Something about having to play Quidditch in the afternoon at the Potter's pitch and having less time to waste if he went with them directly. Of course it was more of a 'let's throw our nose where it doesn't belong'…at least that was Harry's opinion on the boy's presence.

"So." James began hesitantly, "As I explained, Harry does indeed have a family; one that would love nothing more than to see him happily back at home."

"I see." Bellatrix remarked with her smile, "Unfortunately Harry is my son now. I am his family, and his home is within the Scamander's cottage."

There was a moment of silence, before Lily finally snapped.

"You want to bring it to court then!? Fine you wh…"

"Lily!"

"Mom!"

Both James and Lillian were shocked by such a display of ferociousness, but it was probably normal after everything. Coming to terms with the fact that one's own son, one's own flesh and blood had been basically isolated and forgotten for at the very least eleven years was a harsh blow. Especially when someone else had begun to fill in the void…at least that was probably what Lily Potter was seeing, while Harry held little to no doubts he just wasn't going to get a caring and loving family ever.

He'd probably end up with dysfunctional Death Eaters singing their Heil Hitler songs or their hymns while trying to keep looking like a good little Arian.

Why couldn't he just yell? Why couldn't he just scream and tell his family that the woman wasn't being overly affectionate, but simply holding him 'hostage' by keeping up the subtle action of being able to disapparate from there at her whim? Of course those three weren't his family to begin with.

"From what I heard and saw, he was abused during his early years of life." Bellatrix offhandedly commented. Harry's own blood froze. That wasn't possible. The Dursley had been anything but abusive. The most 'abuse' he had received had been a slap on the back of the head by Vernon, and even that had been amicable and related to his usual running down the stairs without even bothering to check if someone was coming out of the kitchen's door.

The fact that both Lily and James were apparently paling and buying the story…why was even Lillian looking at him with a sympathetic look? No! It was wrong! How could they…

"They called him a freak among other things. Flung him in a cupboard, did really horrible and scarring things. The last thing he needs is to be removed from a loving household and end up into one where he will be treated as the second best." That wasn't true!

None of that was true, why the hell didn't they understand the woman was lying…wait.

If they remembered him, then they had to have gone to the Dursley first. If they had met the Dursley, then they might have called him a 'freak'. Maybe. Maybe…maybe they really hadn't done anything bad to him in his youth, but after discovering he was a wizard they did abandon him. Or maybe they had done something horrible to him, but then Dumbledore had obliviated him of that.

He had obliviated him of all the pain so that he could feel the pain for his family leaving him. He had…had he forged all his memories?

Was this too going to be a forged memory?

Was he going to wake up tomorrow, without even knowing his memory had been forged? No. He had the pocket watch, he was safe.

He knew he was safe with the watch.

But what if it was a lie? What if…it didn't exist? What if the ghosts were liars and the watch was just a fancy watch, so that everyone could know what he was thinking and act accordingly?

What…what if this was just a ploy?

He felt lost.

He…He didn't know what to do.

"I would never treat him as second best!" Lily hotly replied, only for Bellatrix to quirk her lips in a tight smirk.

"Really? He wouldn't be known as the brother of the Girl-Who-Lived? I suppose you already have a room for him too? Or will you just convert the guest's room? What Harry needs is someone who can be there only for him. I am that someone, you are clearly not."

"Now madam, that's a bit excessive don't you think?" James replied, cutting in before Lily could possibly outright insult the woman, "If we bring this matter to court it is certain he will be assigned back to us: we are his real family after all. The Wizengamot…"

"Will do nothing." Bellatrix remarked. "As belonging to a noble house such as the Scamander immediately prevents any type of 'forced' adoption in order to avoid the theft of a line or its disappearance, you cannot legally claim Harry as yours, because he is now a Scamander, and will remain as such until I say otherwise…which I won't, because you are not what is best for Harry."

Mentally, Harry was adding 'But I, a fraulein magical Nazi with a penchant for torture is, and now excuse me but I must yell long life to Hitler or die from lack of fanaticism in my body'. Yes, that was probably what the woman was thinking. She was mad enough to think like that at least.

The last jibes at the Potter had probably struck them, but it was strangely Ron who had kept quiet till then that spoke once more.

"Bloody hell Harry! It's you they're talking about! Come on mate, wouldn't you rather go back to your real family?" And here Harry knew that Bellatrix had been slightly tensing with her hand around his shoulder. She was probably getting ready to Apparate back home if what he said was not to her liking…so he had to act smart enough.

Still there was something else in him. 'Mate'? How dared the Weasley call him mate when he had been accused of being what, the stealer of the philosopher's stone? What bloody damn git did the boy have to be, to still think he had any chance in speaking? This wasn't his business, and if his feral snarl showed anything…it was that Harry Scamander wasn't someone to call a 'Mate'.

"Shut your damn trap Weasley before I decide to tear your limbs apart." He hissed, before turning to his 'family' who was apparently shocked by his way of speaking. "I don't know you. I never knew you and I'm not going to start now. I'm Harry Scamander and that's final." It wasn't hissing, but more of him being half-strangled by his emotions that made him forced to say the words out like that. "We can go." He added a moment afterwards, looking at Bellatrix who was positively smiling now.

"Well, you heard my son." The woman commented, giving the final jibe in the family's direction. "Have a nice day." And with that final, mocking salute, the two of them left the store. Harry hadn't even ordered an ice-cream actually.

Neither had Bellatrix, but he should have suspected it would have been kept a short thing.

They popped back in the Scamander's house, with Mauler seemingly jumping out of the way and meowing at them. Albeit he had half a feeling the cat was meowing only at him.

"You did well Harry," Bellatrix remarked, removing the colored hair and the thick sunglasses. "But you made a tiny mistake near the end." She remarked, and Harry saw the woman was holding her wand. "You know what it was?"

"I…I'm sorry." He muttered weakly.

"Oh well," the woman rolled her eyes, "At least you seem sad about it. But you haven't answered, so maybe you're sad about something else, uhm?"

"I shouldn't have said…those words?" He tried to be elusive. He didn't think he had done something bad; the woman had been smiling at him before they left, hadn't she?

"Too elusive Harry, tsk." The woman shook her head. "Oh well…can't have everything in life I suppose."

Then she pointed her wand at him and Harry whimpered.

"Please…"

"I know you don't really mean it unless you're suffering!" Bellatrix suddenly yelled angrily, "Crucio!"

Harry screamed. He screamed and he cried as his fingers clawed on the carpet and his body twisted and contorted. He tried to assume a fetal position and to stretch but the pain was unbearable. His nerves wracked themselves as if they wanted to be torn apart from his muscles and his bones, and he could feel his teeth cracking and his tongue swelling…even though it wasn't real.

Then it stopped, and Harry breathed in relief.

"I'm sorry…please…I'm sorry…" He babbled, tears running down his eyes.

"Good." Bellatrix remarked, "Now stand up and stop playing in the dirt Harry dear: you did really well today, and the Dark Lord would surely be pleased by how you handled that filthy blood traitor of a Weasley…so I'll make you my special stew tonight! Go and get washed before dinner…off you trot!" The motherly tone was back, the…the pleased motherly tone that any mother said to a well behaving children…and it made him sick.

And Harry ran.

He ran for upstairs, towards his room and inside his bathroom, and then he closed the door behind him.

He would have bolted it shut if only he had held a hammer and some nails.

The boy slowly fell on the bathroom tiles, his body trembling lightly from the after effects of the curse.

Why had he chosen this…this madness over his family? His real family?

Dumbledore would have killed him.

Dumbledore would have killed them.

Dumbledore might have killed him or them, but he hadn't wanted to risk it. So now he was suffering, his family believed he wanted nothing to do with them, and…and he was clearly too close to a psychopath that was apparently only waiting for something to push her over the edge.

"Friend?"

A voice called to him, but he didn't open his eyes. He kept himself huddled up in the corner, not even daring to whimper any louder than soft sobbing sounds.

"Hurt?"

The voice was at it again, it just felt so close to him, but…

"Who?" Now the voice was definitively angry. "Who!"

But he didn't answer. He knew better than to believe in a figment of his imagination. He knew better than to believe that someone could save him from this…this pain, this thing…he had been hallucinating, and now he was outright delirious.

The Crucio spell made people mad if abused upon…the pain was nerve wracking and worse…it hurt without leaving behind any trace of a wound. It gave no closure. When you broke a leg or a hand, then gradually the bone would set and you'd understand that the wound is gone.

Crucio gave no wounds visible…and those it gave deep within weren't so easy to close.

Tired from his ordeal, Harry Scamander fell asleep in the corner of the tiled bathroom, not knowing that somewhere and somehow…something was actually working for his benefit...

*Basileus*

"So…anagrams." The red haired teen Ravenclaw deadpanned, staring at the face that was both familiar to him and also dreadfully different from the last time he had looked at it.

"I say they bring forth a great venture of amusement in my bones." The face remarked with a dry chuckle, "And you must admit, it takes a genius to defeat a genius."

"I thought it took a hidden rogue to backstab a wizard and do the critical damage." Basileus commented, standing with his back against the marble walls of the 'destroyed' Parthenon. Which in truth hadn't been destroyed…only placed under several 'Notice me not' charms and turned into the general headquarters for the Greek Wizard Supremacist movement.

"I do not know what you are talking about, Basileus." The old face supplied with an amused tone, "That you are not what you say you are is clear however."

"Oh well, you know me." The red haired teen shrugged, "Actually I think you do. When this…thing was blown up," gesturing to the intact Parthenon, for the wizards of course, "I believe I did do something around the area."

"But that's…"

"Avada Kedavra." And the face of an old white haired man fell down on the ground with a soft thud, while behind him a young Voldemort held his wand high in contempt.

"And who would you be?" The Dark Lord asked, "That you dare try and give orders in my name?"

"Tsk." Basileus remarked, "I am nothing but a chance, Tom." The old teen supplied, "May luck favor you." And then the figure was gone…and Tom Marvolo Riddle, known as Lord Voldemort, growled its frustration.

The boy had the nerves of harassing his own Death Eaters and enraging the general population against his ideals of blood purity…and he had no idea whom the boy worked for!

*Madame Maxime*

She was taking her tea with calm and serenity, her pinkie finger outside just like it was the proper etiquette to do. In front of her an extremely rude parent had just then decided he would not have his only son participate in the mixed classroom, and would instead leave Beauxbatons. She was halfway through the cup when the man finally finished ranting.

"And when I went to school here, these monsters weren't treated as students!" The man wore a very expensive suit, a properly trimmed black mustache and a pair of fine golden glasses. He had a clear case of lack-of-hair, but he did sport a badly concealed wig to hide it.

"Oh?" The half-giant raised her right eyebrow. "I remember you, Mr. De Bernadette…I remember you very well indeed," Maxime commented drily, "I also remember those horrible charges on assault and rape you claimed having suffered from two half-Veelas during your times here."

"Those monsters charmed me with their horrendous 'Allure'," the man replied quickly, "I only got justice done."

"Indeed you have…" Maxime muttered, "A pity then." She murmured, "Because they clearly did not receive their justice…and it pains me to not even be able to be the one to grant it."

"What are you implying Headmistress? You're a conveniently hidden half-giant, 'big bones' as if!"

"No Mr. De Bernadette," Madame Maxime muttered curtly, "I am no longer hiding my heritage. The world needs to change…starting from people rotten as you. To not even come at the appointment I had so meticulously freed my schedule for…just how rude can you be?"

And with that chilling question, the door was bolted open before De Bernadette could reach his wand. A flash of light soon followed the man's death as it crumpled on the floor, turning to ashes within seconds.

The Voice flicked his wand back in his wrist, before making a small bowing motion towards Maxime.

"My dear, you are as beautiful as ever."

"Always the charmer." The Half-Giant giggled deeply, "Care to take away the ashes?"

"Of course, everything for my favorite enemy."

With a deep sigh of relief, Maxime brought back down her tea cup and looked at the remaining leafs within it. The dark leafs assumed a strange tube-like form that ended with spikes, sort of like a snake with a crown atop of it. If it was a good or a bad divination, she didn't actually know…she never bought the idea that that course was effective…but the girls at her school did like to be able to predict their love life.

She shook her head slowly…Basilisks were extinct after all: there was no way one of them could mean anything, if portrayed within the bottom of her cup.

Author's notes

Ba-dum tss tss.

That said!

Beauxbatons appears as only female in the film, but the wiki notices how 'scattered' male students are visible in the books. Thus there are male and females.

Then we have some more madness Bellatrix related, some interesting theories on who the 'voice' is by the reviewers and a generally lurking underground movement that appears some sort of 'for the equity of all races' (Here's your communism guys!)

Which still doesn't answer the most important question of them all: Whose sides are these guys on!?

We will see I suppose.

And the stone was apparently stolen? Oh my! Who would have guessed.