I own only what's in my head. The rest belongs to various authors/producers/ and government agencies.

I feel a warning is appropriate. There is a mild reference, very mild reference, to potential incest and non traditional sexual relations.

Here's chapter 29 of Magic vs. MA.

I'm surprised actually that no one has asked what Voldy wants with that Caldwell guy. Isn't anyone noticing the little things that might come up later? Any questions, email me at with Q and A or the title of any of my stories as the subject matter. Having connection problems at home, but can get on when needed.

anything inside alligator brackets is thought like this , anything in quotes is spoken, fancy bracketslike these is foreign language not translated by the translation spell cast on Ranma and the others.

Okay, for my stories, its Tofu(given) Ono(family) names. The use of his given name in calling him by title(either doctor or sensei) is a sign of both comfort and respect. Doc Tofu, Tofu-sensei, it's an attempt to both show a level of being comfortable with his presence and respect for his position.

Merry Holidays, whichever may apply to you and yours.

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The group was silent until they exited the office, the twin glowing and floating forms of Ranma and Haabu flanking a stone faced Nabiki causing even the staunchest Ministry guards to flinch and let them pass unhindered. They left behind a sheet of frost along the floor, and air almost too cold to breath, reminding a few poor well traveled souls of the condition that had become known as the Dementor effect. They left via the main entrance this time, and silently entered the waiting limo, which had drawn curious gazes from both muggle and wizard alike when it had pulled up empty in front of the plain wall.

Once the car pulled out, again being lead by the large SUV bearing Minto and Raimu, Nabiki turned to face her new travelling companions. Ranma and Harry had slid into the limo, while Taro had joined the Musk and the Elder in the more . . . spacious vehicle.

"What are you doing here Saotome? Shouldn't you be at that fancy school learning how to wave that toothpick around." Her harsh tone and almost accusatory expression nearly caused Harry to go for his wand, but he held the impulse in check and was grateful when his sensei simply grinned that immense infectious grin of his and chuckled. He was shocked when the older boy leaned across the gap and gave the cold faced woman a somewhat passionate kiss.

"I missed you too, Nabchan." Ranma said after greeting his sister-in-law. He turned to face the white haired figure sitting next to her, shifting into his female form and leaning over and kissing Haabu with the same expression of passion as he'd shared with Nabiki in his male form. He shifted back into his male form and leaned back. "I'm here because of that fat idiots stupid rules that are endangering the students at the school."

Harry was totally lost. He'd gathered from the little display in Fudge's office, that the woman they were facing must be Akane's other sister, Nabiki. He could guess that the imposing man with her must be her husband, Prince Haabu. But the way in which Ranma was greeting them seemed odd to him. He didn't think that in-laws greeted each other with kisses that would cause most bystanders to blush. He knew his cheeks were rosy and his glasses a little steamed.

He gulped as the older man leaned forward in his seat, a slow, nearly cold smile spreading across his aristocratic features. "It's good to see you again, Brother. It's been a long time since we've had a chance to walk the waves." Those cold, calculating eyes turned to Harry, and the young wizard shivered as he took note of the nearly reptilian eyes. "Who is your friend? I think your greeting might have upset him. He might be thinking that you are being unfaithful to Akane."

Harry tried to stutter a denial, but was unable to do more then squeak out some mindless syllables. Those eyes, he thought to himself. So much like Voldemort's.

Ranma blinked and glanced at his new friend. He totally forgotten that Harry didn't understand just how complex the relationships between the two married couples were. As if Akane and Nabiki could hide their little chat from either of us he thought to himself. Haabu and I knew about their little plan almost as soon as they finished thinking it up. Not that either of us are really against it. I love Akane more then anything, and if I ever loose her, I know I'd try to join her. Knowing that there are others who love me, and care for me in a similar manner to her would help me get past the initial pain of her loss. It would never fully go away until I'm able to join her again, but having Haabu and Nabiki to love me and help me heal would keep me going. I no longer fear admitting that I love either of them enough to stay alive for them and to love either or both of them. Akane helped me get over my fear of admitting my emotions, and that is part of why she'll always be the foundation of my heart, even though I know that Nabiki and Haabu are the walls and supports.

"Harry, I know this might look weird to you, but the four of us have a rather . . . unusual relationship that few people will ever be able to understand. I am not now, nor would I ever, cheat or be unfaithful to Akane. Without Akane, I am nothing. But just because I love her, doesn't mean there aren't other people that mean near as much to me. Akane is my wife, my husband, the future mother and father of my children. Nothing but death can change that."

"What my somewhat confusing brother is trying to say, " stated Nabiki, also at ease with the odd four way love affair between the two couples, "Is the four of us love each other, with no boundaries. Ranma loves me, I love Haabu, Haabu loves Akane, Akane love Ranma. We feel no shame for this, for there is no reason to feel ashamed about love. If Ranma had not married Akane, and I not married Haabu, then likely Akane would have married Haabu, and I Ranma. Or Ranma and Haabu would have married each other. And if Akane and I were not sisters, we too might have eventually wed. We all know this and accept it." Her voice had started in the same cold tones that she'd spoken with in the office, but had warmed considerably as she spoke. "You are aware that Ranma is a dragon? Do you know what that means? He will live a very, very long life. As will Haabu, who is descended from a line of dragons, and has recently master his heritage and transformed to his full dragon state. He too will live the life of a Dragon. Akane herself is working towards reaching that state. The three of them will long outlive me, and it is a great comfort to me to know that Haabu will not live his life alone. He will have people to love him and support him when I am long gone." Her eyes sparkled for a moment. "The only regret I have is that I am unlikely to be there to see what kind of a hellion any child of Ranma's and Haabu's will be."

Harry blinked and looked from his sensei to the other man, who flashed a wink and then seemed to shimmer, reappearing as a very attractive female version of himself with pink highlights in her glorious white hair. "You. ... you're cursed like Ranma is too!" he managed to stutter out, while trying not to ogle the white haired woman.

The woman's face softened for a moment before settling into a pleasant, but almost blank expression. "Something like that, yes. Thought few of us really consider it a curse anymore. I am not as accepting of this form as Ranma and Akane are of theirs, but they and Nabiki are helping me to gain that acceptance." The woman shifted back into the powerfully build male form, and Harry finally noticed that there had been no change in the underlying aura surrounding the Dragon Prince.

"Stop teasing him, you two. Nabs, this is Harry Potter. Apparently, he's considered among wizards a lot like some people think of me." Ranma stated with no false modesty. He was the best, or one of the top three any way, and he wasn't ashamed to talk about his skill level. He had outgrown the false confidence that had been a form of arrogance his father had inflicted in him, but he took no pains to pretend to be less then he was. "Though he's only been doing magic since he was 11. He's a celebrity among his people. Everyone knows who he is. There've even been a number of books written about his life. And like me, he's had problems dealing with those people supposedly in charge. He's here because he knows more about magic then I do and because he knows more about the current threats facing the world from the magical end of things." Ranma frowned and studied his family. "Why are you here? With Haabu and Xo Me of all people."

"We haven't heard anything for you in a while, and got tired of all our messages being returned without your acknowledgement. They'd all been open and presumably read by someone, but not by you. The first few times, there were attempts to reply and gather information sent back, but that didn't last long, maybe 2 times, since it was obviously not you that was replying. So I went to the Council and proposed a trip to visit the British Minister, with letters and credentials from the Asian Wizarding Council and from the leader of Japan's wizarding population to try and find out why he'd tried to interfere in our reaching you." Nabiki smiled the cold smile she used on her business victi... partners. "Imagine my surprise when I learned that the Empress is the leader of the Wizarding Council in Asia. Any way, I was outlining a trip to come here and complain about the interference to Fudge when a messenger came in with some bad news."

"What now? Is Saffron still bothering the female staff?" Ranma asked in a bored tone.

"We wish it was that simple, Brother." Haabu stated. "But sadly, something quite a bit more perilous happened."

"Tell me." Ranma stated, his voice taking on a bit of draconic rumble that shook Harry, who'd been following the conversation quietly.

"Saffron took his most loyal followers, subverted some Musk and possibly some Amazons and left the island. There was a bit of a struggle, as several Amazon warriors were . . . violated before they were killed and their bodies mutilated. He also left a sign of where he was going." Haabu stated, his hand squeezing his wife's thigh as he struggled to control his own draconic temper.

"What sign?" Ranma asked.

"A black cloak with a white mask and a mark. A mark of a skull with a serpent." Nabiki replied, taking comfort in her husbands touch. She'd insisted on seeing the bodies of the slain warriors, and had been deeply affected by the horrors done to their bodies by Saffron and his lackeys.

"Voldermort." Harry whispered, his guts twisting in his belly. "This Saffron has joined Voldemort."

Ranma's face became a stone mask, his aura flaring into existence lighting the interior of the limo with a harsh blackish red glow. "Saaaaaaaffffroooooonnnnn..." he growled, his voice going to full dragon depth. The force of the voice, and the utter hatred and anger behind it, seemed to shake the whole vehicle. The windows in the back shattered, as did the moon roof. The glasses and bottles in the bar lining one side of the car exploded. Not even Harry's glasses where spared, as the oft repaired items were cracked once again.

Harry gulped and tried to ignore the shivering of his body and the ache in his bones caused by the tones of Ranma's voice. "I'm guessing this is a big problem?" he asked timidly, unsure if he really wanted to know, but not willing to risk learning the truth too late.

Ranma seemed to deflate before Harry's very eyes. One hand came up to rub tiredly at his face, while Nabiki and Haabu grasped the other. "He's one of the few people in the world I don't know if I could beat in a straight up fight. He isn't the most skilled fighter, but he's one of the strongest, and since he's a Phoenix, he has the ability to regenerate and heal himself as quickly as you hurt him. The first, only time I fought him, we destroyed most of a mountain. I only won because Akane sacrificed herself giving me a chance to finish a rather complicated move. And because he wasn't fully finished transforming. He can form balls of fire the size of my dragon form and can take a solid punch as well as Ryoga or Haabu. He is basically immortal, going into a sort of rebirth whenever needed and quickly growing back to adulthood."

Harry considered his friend's words, wondering at the almost fearful way Ranma was speaking. Then something Ranma said struck him. "Wait, you said he's a phoenix? You mean like you're a dragon, right?"

"No, I mean like he's the king of Phoenix. The first, the source, the beginning of the Phoenix race. I saw Dumbledore's little friend, Fawkes? Fawkes is nothing compared to Saffron. Fawkes is to Saffron as a ... as a kitten is to a Saber Tooth Tiger. Not just for size, but for magical abilities and intelligence as well. Saffron has ruled his people for more then 10 000 years. You once told me that Voldemort is seeking the means to become immortal? Saffron can make that happen. We have to stop them. We have to find a way to kill Saffron. Permanently. Before he can make Voldemort immortal." Ranma stated grimly, staring Harry straight in the eyes.

The young wizard, known by many names, but who preferred to answer to one, swallowed deeply. He was again being pushed out of his depth, and knew that there was nothing he could do, but dig himself in deeper. "I swear on my magic, Ranma. I will do everything in my power to help you stop Saffron from making Voldemort immortal. And in finding a way to kill him so that he can't come back." A chill ran down his spine as he realized that he'd just committed himself and all that he was to finding the way to take the life of another living being.

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Voldemort smiled cruelly as his new ally launched a massive blast of flame towards the muggle orphanage that had once imprisoned him. The building had been long abandoned, as he'd already attacked it before during his first rise. But he enjoyed watching it's harsh stone facade crumble and melt and scatter it's debris among his death eaters. It was too bad that he'd been unable to track down the list of former employees and patients that he'd kept. But it had been lost during the years he'd been incorporeal.

"Well done, Lord Saffron. I have long wanted to see this moment, but other matters had taken precedence. It was an ingenious idea to have our troops undergo this task of destroying the village and slaughtering the muggles while we placed a visit to my . . . former home." he finished with a sneer, the sheer hate in his voice causing even his staunchest supporters to quiver in fear.

"It was a successful day for all, Lord Voldemort." the Phoenix lord stated, his wings capped close to his body and flame still flickering around his form. "My warriors and your Death Eaters are beginning to work well together. Though there are still some from both sides that seem to refuse to acknowledge each others usefulness. A few more attacks like this, and that attitude should be gone for good."

Voldemort nodded. If he'd been capable of it, he might have felt a momentary sense of companionship, maybe even friendship with his ally. But he'd long since burned out all emotion but hate and greed. He had no room in his hateful being for any of the lesser emotions. "The talents of our servants do seem to meld together well, creating a more powerful force then either of us possess without the other." he admitted, though he privately thought his Death Eaters to be more powerful then the mixed forces of Saffron's.

Saffron himself was also thinking of something along those lines, though he considered his warriors more powerful then the pathetic wizards under Voldemort's control. The two shared near identical evil grins as they continued to plot out various strategies for their future endeavors against he rest of the world, and how best to gain advantage over each other once the rest of the world had submitted to their rule.

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Akane smiled as she took a sip of her drink. She was enjoying her time at Hogwarts more then she'd thought she would. At first, she'd been against coming here, since it meant delaying the start of their family, but now that she was actually here, she was grateful that they'd come. She found the subject more fascinating then she'd thought, and felt a small, secret surge of pride at how well she was doing, especially compared to Ranma. She lover her husband more then anything in the world, but it was still annoying to her how easily most things came to him. To find something that he had absolutely no talent for was refreshing and gave her a sense of equality with him that had been lacking since he'd begun actually taking his school work seriously and started doing as well as she in most subjects.

She watched idly as the Hufflepuff team went through a voluntary Quidditch practice. She had little interest in the game, but Kasumi and Tofu were enthralled by the people buzzing around on brooms chasing and knocking around the various size and color balls. Kasumi was at a point in her pregnancy were some days she had an overabundance of energy and others, she felt slow and lethargic. Today was a mildly lethargic day, so the two sisters were content to sit by and watch as members of the Hufflepuff team tried to show Tofu some of the finer points of flying.

"So how do you think Ranma and Harry-san are doing with Minister Fudge, imouta-chan?" Kasumi asked, her eyes tracking her husband as he tried to recapture some of his lost youth.

"Well, I don't know about Harry, but I'm really hoping that Taro is keeping Ranma's temper in check. It wouldn't be good if he lost control with that idiot and blew up the Ministry offices."

Kasumi turned to Akane and raised an eyebrow. "You are hoping Taro-san keeps Ranma's temper in check? Then who would keep Taro's temper from being unleashed?"

Akane giggled as one of the balls came close to knocking Tofu off his broom. "I guess that's where Harry comes in. Maybe putting the three of them together will help keep each other from snapping."

Kasumi turned back in time to see Tofu bat another of the oddly shaped balls with one of the bats. "I just hope that they are able to solve some of the problems that woman is causing. I have some questions I would like to ask Auntie, and Tofu needs to get in touch with some of his colleagues for more detailed anatomy maps for the advanced group."

"How are your students coming along? We have some who are almost naturals." Akane said as she finished her tea and poured another glass.

"There are a few who still have trouble with some of the flips and landings. But most are getting a firm grasp of the basics. I think the hardest thing for them to do is to trust each other to be there to catch one another."

"Do you know who is going to take part in the tournament?" Akane asked, stirring the ice in her drink with the straw.

"Not really. There are a few who are a bit ahead of others, but no one is really showing any outstanding abilities. Is there any particular Gryffindor students who have a natural flare for the Arts?"

"There are a few, actually. There are these two brothers, Colin and Dennis Creevy. Then there's George Weasley, one of the Weasley twins. And Hermione Granger had done martial arts before she even learned that magic was real. One or two others might be ready when the time comes, but those four are really ahead of the rest."

They watched as the small group of flyers, about a third of the team, came to a formation landing, while Tofu struggled to land softly. They thanked their elder and then went to put away the equipment, while Tofu walked stiffly over towards the two waiting women.

"So why are you too lovely women waiting for this old man instead of off at Hogsmead, teasing the young boys with your astounding beauty?" Tofu asked before trying to gallantly take a seat with them, though he was a little sore in places from the ride.

"Well, why would I want boys, when I have a handsome, older husband who has very talented . . . hands." Kasumi said with a bit of huskiness in her voice. The advanced state of pregnancy had done little to curb her desire for her husband's touch.

Akane watched with only a twinge of envy as Tofu leaned over and kiss his wife while placing a hand on her swollen stomach. She had hoped that by this time, she would be in Kasumi's position and Ranma in Tofu's, but they would have to wait until the situation with Voldemort was resolved, or at least that they were able to help teach the students enough to increase their chance of survival. "I suppose we could have gone with the others to visit the town, but Kasumi wanted to stay and watch you try out the game, and it's no fun there unless Ranma's with me. Besides, Hermione and Ron were going on a date and wanted to be alone, and most of the others are a bit shy around us since we are technically their teachers, even if we have classes with them at times. Except for the few who hang out with Harry, Ron and Hermione. They aren't as awestruck as most of the others."

"How are you and Ranma doing with the lessons, Akane-chan? I'm finding it quite fascinating. I had no idea how pervasive magic really is around the world." Tofu said as he continued to caress the swell containing his child.

"I'm enjoying, but Ranma's only putting a token effort into the class work. I think he's kind of fed up with magic after everything that has happened to him-to us in the past few years. He's only interested in learning how to stop it from making our lives, and the lives of our children any worse. That's why he really only pays attention in the Defense class and in the Charms class. He doesn't care about any of the rest. Except of course your course, onichan, oneechan."

"Well, I suppose you can't fault him for his concern. He's had a lot to handle over the last year or so. Becoming a dragon, accepting his full femininity, over coming his nekophobia, and trying hard to get his grades up to be accepted at college. All that, with teaching you the master path of your family arts is a lot to handle for anyone to handle, Akane."

"I'm actually surprised that you seem to be handling everything so well, Akane-chan." Tofu said when Kasumi finished.

"Me?" Akane asked in surprise. "I haven't had much to deal with, except for Ranma."

Tofu chuckled, amused as always about how little people understood of their own concerns while being able to acknowledge the concerns of others. "Akane, you've had as much to handle as Ranma. Not only do you have to help him with his problems and needs, but you too have gone through changes. You've taken on the curse of your own free will, you've been working harder then ever to try and catch up to Ranma's level at martial arts, you've had to deal with a whole new world here in England compared to what you are used to, and still you've been able to keep your grades up, learn how to be both a husband and wife to Ranma, shown a marked improvement in cooking, and are working very hard at being the best you can be with this whole new area of learning magic. Whether you know it or not, you have as much to juggle and handle as Ranma does and yet neither of you seem to notice your own troubles."

"I guess you're right. When you list it out like that, I guess I have had a lot to deal with. But having Ranma and being with him, makes it all worth it. Nothing else matters except that Ranma loves ME, not any of the others. He married ME, not because of our drunken idiot fathers, but because he loves me and I love him. Everything else, school, the Art, cooking, magic, all of it. It's all just details, just a bunch of useless, unimportant details." Akane looked up into the clear sky, snuggling deeper into the warm clothes she'd worn on the chilly day. "I just hope that he doesn't have any problems in London with only Harry and Taro with him. He's powerful, and skilled, but he's still a baka and makes dumb mistakes sometimes."

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Voldemort was just finished casting yet another pain curse at the matronly muggle woman that had been brought before him when a soft pop and slight shifting in the air nearby alerted him to the arrival of a visitor. He silenced the muggle's screams by the simplest means: He slit her throat and watched with glee as she choked to death on her own blood. Once the woman had stopped twitching and her eyes glazed over, he turned to the arrival, not surprised to find one of several of his Ministry agents kneeling patiently for him to acknowledge their presence.

"What do you want, Weasel?" he asked, using the name he'd given the agent so that none of the nearby Death Eater or warriors could recognize who was kneeling before him.

"My Lord, I come bearing news. Harry Potter was seen exiting the offices of the Ministry and is still in London, though he is remaining in muggle areas." the hooded figure remained motionless, knowing that his master's pleasure could lead to his death as easily as his master's anger.

"Excellent! (1) What of his guardians? Who travels with him? Dumbledore would never let the boy travel so far without some protection." Voldemort was already making plans. Thanks to his resurrection using Potter's blood, he would be able to track the boy anywhere they went unless a powerful masking spell was place over him. This was as likely as not, for London was a honeycomb of crisscrossing magical spells that had been in place for centuries.

"There are no Aurors nor are there any Order members, my Lord. He travels with no magical protection, or at least none that matters. He is in the company of a group of foreigners. It seems they had meetings with Fudge concerning his policies regarding Hogwarts. I was not able to get the details of the meeting, but while the magical signatures of the group are small, I did catch a glimpse of those who seem to be in charge."

"What of them?" Voldemort asked, still working on a series of plans to find and kill his enemy.

"My Lord, thought they reek of magic, they have little magical abilities them selves. Thought two for them were somehow levitating themselves while casting some sort of light spell around themselves. They seemed to float along the ground and were glowing, one blue, the other almost white. I didn't here them speak, as I couldn't get any closer without revealing myself to them on the rest of the crowd. They stepped out of the Ministry and into a waiting muggle transport which then speed off. I wasn't sure what to do next, so I came to see what orders you had next. The group didn't seem to care about hiding from muggles, as they simply walked through the illusion charms and continued to glow and float, even while surrounded by muggles."

Voldemort started cackling for a few moments before turning to face his soldiers. "Lestrange, Nott, Avery. Take your Death Eaters and the same number of Phoenix warriors and start searching London. Find Harry Potter and his associates and report to me their location. I wish to finish a conversation that we had started that he interrupted. Go. 1000 Galleons to the one that finds them, and 10000 to the one who kills any of his associates."

As the named members left to gather their forces, he turned back to face his spy. "Go back to your position, Weasel. Find out as much as you can without appearing suspicious to your superiors. I want to know who they were and what business they had with Fudge."

"At once, my Lord." the cloaked figure bowed lower and stood to begin his journey, pausing at the entrance as his Lord's voice lashed out again.

"Oh, and Weasel?"

The figure turned and bowed deeply to his master. "yes, my lord?"

"Crucio!" whispered the dark lord with a flick of his wand. He held the curse on his servant for several moments, taking pleasure and pride in the screams made by the writhing mass of flesh. "Next time, learn their destination before returning to me."

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In the shadows on the far side of the dark lord's throne room, a huddled figure watched and listened to the rumors going through the room. So Ranma and Haabu are both in London? It seems I might wish to visit the city myself, if there's enough there to warrant both of their going. the figure slide quietly out of the room and through the corridors to one of several exits out of the compound.

It was midday and in order to fit in, the figure hid the large, voluminous cloak, revealing that it was a tall, lanky man wearing thick glasses.

Mu Tsu glared at the dank atmosphere and wished that he could see the sun. He hated pretending to serve either of those dark creatures. With a sigh, he quickly moved beyond the wards preventing someone from Apparating, and then returned to his hidey-hole not far from Hogwarts where the person who'd dragged him into this mess waited for him.

He appeared in the small cave outside of the Hogwarts wards, and looked around in the darkness for some sign of his employer. A spark lit in the darkness, and he watched as the glow intensified enough to silhouette the tiny figure pulling in a lung-full of pungent smoke.

"You were right, Happosai. Ranma did go with Harry to London, and there is a spy who reported it to Voldemort."

Happosai cackled madly with glee. "I knew I was right, boy. You don't have to tell me that. But what of the spies that Voldemort has at the school. Have you learned of them?"

"Not much, just that some of the ones you suspected before we arrived are indeed working for that foul creature. But I have sensed several times another force working behind the scenes, leaking information regarding what some have come to call The Nerima Wrecking Crew. And those we've fought in the past."

"Saffron has already joined Voldemort, this I know. But there will be others, it's difficult to tell who. I suspect that with enough searching, the Kuno's might be drawn into the conflict." Happosai smacked Mu Tsu in the head with his pipe as the formerly blind boy snorted at the thought of Kodaichi and Tatewaki Kuno being a threat. "Don't smirk boy. They are more dangerous then you think, and in ways you couldn't imagine. Money is as important a weapon in the coming war as anything else, and there are few with the ability to match the Kuno family head on in a monetary fight. They are an Old Family, not of the Tribes, but from a long line of wizards. I suspect that the current generation is quite familiar with the magical politics. The boy has gotten his hands too easily on long lost items of magical origins, and the girl too skilled with those concoctions of hers to not have had instruction from a powerful and talented Potions Master."

The aged master took another long pull on his pipe, blowing the smoke out in concentric rings. "Don't discount any of the enemies you've fought in the past, boy. Magic has away of making even the most weak willed and ignorant into a dangerous foe."

Mu Tsu nodded and waited. When the ancient man spoke no more, he turned and left, stepping out into the bright sun and a thin layer of crisp snow. He looked around, then extended his ki senses, and finding no one within range, he leapt up and willed himself to transform, easily slipping into what his Transfiguration instructor was insisting on calling an Animagus form.

He simply called it his cursed form of a duck.

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(1) the name is not a clue as to the person's identity. just because he(or she) is called weasel, doesn't mean it's a weasley. doesn't mean it's not a weasley either, but don't ASSUME that it's Percy or whoever simply because of the name.