Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

I'm really paranoid thanks to my former Criminology Prof. (A man in a grey suit and silver metallic tie takes a bow while Rae glares)

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Disclaimer - none of this is mine (except the plot) in any way, shape or form. I write to keep myself from doing schoolwork … but really, what sort of genius can't figure out that writing fan fiction is a lot more enjoyable than writing an essay or doing homework? Well, I used to, now I'm doing it to keep my sanity after working 12 hours.

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Twenty-nine

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Fight with Voldemort

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Ravyn walked further into the room. He'd been hit with the realization that Blaise couldn't hear him when he'd yelled for Blaise to go back. They'd tried to mime to each other without success.

It sucked.

It was Quirrell.

"Ahh Mr. Parker. I'd wondered if anyone would realize what I was up to."

Ravyn glared at him, "How could I not? You destroyed so many wards in your way. Master Chang is trying to sort out what is recent and what you've been destroying for months."

"So confident? You realize that this is and always has been my plan? Sacrifices must be made for onto the route of greatness one does travel."

Ravyn frowned, "Whatever! You're nuttier than a fruitcake!" he said and pulled out his wand. "Efflo! Noceo!"

The ground exploded in front of Quirrell and the second spell was only just dodged by the deranged lunatic.

"So you've learned a few spells! Let's see how you fare against nonverbal!" Quirrell yelled as fire drew around all of them.

Ravyn looked over to Blaise. This was getting WAY too close to his vision. He wouldn't allow it to happen. That he vowed not only to himself but to every higher being he ever thought to pay homage to.

"Why don't you just give up, make it easier on me and my lord?" Quirrell asked him with a snarl, clearly thinking that the Parker Child in front of him was not worth what they were about to do. That he was not worth the two words that would end the child's life once and for all.

"Never!" Ravyn snarled, his eyes deep green - a little sign that anyone who knew the Parker family would take note of but as Quirrell and Riddle were too stupid to even think about paying attention to minute details that might foretell the outcome of this duel…

Quirrell laughed, "Torqueo!"

Ravyn's eyes widened as it hit him, little cuts appeared all over his body and then … salt. He groaned and his eyes watered in the pain but he refused to let out any sort of noise, he would not give Quirrell that satisfaction.

"You see, Parker. Some spells don't have to be illegal if no one remembers them. Morsus!"

He nearly closed his eyes as the pain grew tenfold.

"Reproba Ictus!"

He gasped as it felt as though he'd been run through with a broadsword. The pain was instanteous, abrupt and then to feel as though the invisible sword twisted in his gullet… he bit the inside of his lip to keep from screaming.

"Still nothing? It seems I will have to do something more…. Nefus Oris!"

He saw his family dead at his feet, and that was when he growled. His eyes flashed to Lily Green and he stood his ground. Quirrell was dead, no one did something like this to a Potter and got away with it.

For the first time in four years he was Harry Potter, the son of James and Lily Potter, and Quirrell was deader than carrion.

"Penitus Peona!" he growled out.

"Aufero!" Quirrell yelled as his wand was thrown out of his grasp to the other side of the room to the base of the stairs.

He called it back to his hand, the Power the Dark Lord knows Not was about to kick Riddle's Ass.

They dueled for the next half an hour, neither willing to give in and Ravyn too pissed to let himself give into his own exhaustion. He stole energy from Blaise, who promptly sank to the floor in exhaustion.

He lost his wand again and that was when he realized that there was more than one way to skin a cat.

He jumped. He would just have to defeat Quirrell the old fashioned way. After all, every man had a rather sensitive area between his legs.

Kicking was just so much fun.

"Parker…"

Ravyn jumped back and looked around the room for the voice. "Who's there!"

"Did you really think you could defeat me? Not even your cousin could and he was the prophesized one." the voice spoke again.

"My cousin?" Ravyn frowned, and that was when he realized just who the voice was referring to. His "Cousin" Harry James Potter - himself.

"You know who I am referring to. Even as a babe I knew that if I didn't deal with him then it would have meant the end of me. Fortunately, some of my more faithful followers were able to finish the job I began. They will be rewarded."

Ravyn shook his head, "Show yourself!"

"But I am already here."

Quirrell stood weakly and almost as though it were against his very will, before the man turned his back to him and the voice became stronger as the turban disappeared.

It was Voldemort, in all of his possessing glory.

"Dark Lord, I presume?"

"Correct, now let's see how long you last against me. Your Aunt managed less than a minute. Your Uncle surprised me, quite the transfiguration expert he was. Nearly a full three minutes. Better than most wizards have ever fared against me."

Ravyn just barely held it in, the man was talking about his parents so callously… "Skullblakas!" he yelled angrily and a flame dragon of fyre appeared out of his wand and attacked. (1)

Voldemort waved it away with nothing more than a casual wave to his hand. "Arrogance, from an eleven year old." he scoffed.

"You're dead. You made a mistake, Voldy, going after my family." Ravyn declared and tackled Quirrell through the mirror. "Guess you'll never get the stone now."

"NO!" Voldemort cried out and Ravyn jumped off of the man and went to leave when Voldemort removed himself from Quirrell's body and seemed to pass right through him.

"RAVYN!" Blaise screamed from the other side of the firey gate.

It was pain.

There was black.

Dumbledore was so screwed.

TWO DAYS LATER

Three Parkers met at Three Broomsticks. River had on his Unspeakable Robes - which immediately gave people reason to give him a wide berth - and looked angry/upset.

He immediately saw Riley over at the bar, clearly waiting for him and apparently Ricardo to arrive, drinking a butterbeer. He held one out to his brother.

"Don't trust me with alcohol?"

"I don't trust myself. Riv… I want to kill something and at the moment I'm not very picky." Riley growled.

River shook his head, Black was a Parker without the name… well, he had the name but… Anyway. "When are we going to meet with the Headmaster?"

Riley nodded his head to the floo. "As soon as Ricardo gets his ass here."

"International?"

"They made stops."

"THEY?"

"Fall of the Diamond. Kid was right."

"He's always right." Riley stated as he took a sip of his butterbeer. "Any idea?"

"Not really, Ric told me that Ravyn asked about a black aura a few months back but I didn't think about it." River said as he shook his head. "I should have paid more attention but Raphael was starting to get into trouble at Durmstrang and I thought that if it was anything serious then you would at least be informed rather than waiting until we were all waiting for news about whether or not he'd make it through the night."

"He's a mix of his heritage."

"In the best and worst ways." River agreed.

"I'll not take offense to that." Riley said as Ricardo came through the fire gently holding the hand of a delicate woman who looked thin but not skinny, with porcelain skin that contrasted against Ric's tanned skin. She was wearing a nice light grey pantsuit - obviously linen as Spain was quite warm this time of year (and she taught Potions, not that they knew, but it wasn't practical to wear heavy clothing around cauldrons) - had glasses and large grey eyes hidden behind them. Overall, she was pleasant to look at but not overly beautiful. Otherwise, Ric would have already been married to her by now. No offense meant to her in any way. But Ric was still one not to notice that he cared for someone until they were injured, bloody and broken at his feet. Then he got his head out of his posterior and jumped to action.

"Ric! And just who is this lovely diamond?" Riley asked as they met halfway to the door.

"Catharine meet my brothers - Riley and River."

"Enchante." Riley said with a devious grin as he held her hand and lightly kissed her knuckles.

Catharine, who'd never had the mis… er - fortune to meet Riley, blushed as he let go of her hand.

River simply smiled, "Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Yours too." Catharine said with a relieved smile. "I was rather surprised with Ric asked me to accompany him here but when he received the notice we were in a rather heated discussion."

The two brothers smirked at each other.

"And it was a bit more convenient to travel with me as I have an undisclosed pass to international floo. My father is the British Magical Ambassador to Portugal." she explained. "He was rather disappointed when I decided to teach rather than follow his footsteps into politics."

"No explanation necessary." River said, although he now realized why her last name had sounded familiar. With a brother in Spain, he'd kept an eye on that part of the world out of sheer determination not to see another sibling get hurt by something that could have been prevented.

"Shall we?" Riley asked from the doorway. "Xi Wu is waiting at the gate to let us in and she's been … disagreeable … lately."

"You mean you still haven't asked her out?" River asked in a amazement.

"What… She's too good for the likes of me! What would she want with a bloke like me anyway." Riley protested.

River and Ricardo shook their heads, they knew what it was like to feel like you were beneath that which you desired most. It took Ricardo nearly three months to get up the courage to ask Catharine if she would like to get some café au lait some time on the weekend. It didn't help that Ric was her boss, in a way and that he hadn't thought it appropriate to be anything more than friends with a coworker. Luck would have it, he asked her out at the fall of the diamond - April 30th to be exact.

They went up to the castle and Riley saw how worried Xi Wu was.

"Xi Wu?"

"Yes, Riley?"

"Would you like to join us? I know you're just as worried for Ravyn as we are."

She smiled gratefully and Riley's heart flip-flopped as it did every time she smiled at him.

'He's got it bad.' River thought with a mental smirk as they went up to the castle and to the hospital wing.

"Trolls, Giant Dogs and Chessmen! What else are they going to keep in this bloody castle!" Madam Pomphrey groused as she tutted about the infirmary before she saw her visitors. "Ah, Misters Parker, Miss Chang and Miss…"

"Sard, Catharin Sard." she said with a small smile.

"Miss Sard, Pleasure to meet you. Am I to assume you are here for Mr. Parker?" she said with a smile as to how united one family could be. Of course, it helped when they were so close.

The men nodded as one.

She smiled again and showed them to a curtained off portion of the main wing.

"He is not in the room?" Xi Wu asked curiously.

Poppy Pomphrey shook her head, "No, he hasn't realized it but the lad has started to become accustomed to Hogwart's Magic. Severus's theory is that the lad will no longer need the Potion except in emergencies this time next year."

Riley gave a relieved grin, that had been his worry about Hogwarts in the first place. Well, one of them.

"He looks so small." Ric said as he looked at his nephew who lay unconscious on the bed.

"As though it were only yesterday." River said with a grin as he walked over to his nephew's side and brushed a stray hair off of his forehead.

River frowned when he saw the cuts on his nephew's hands and looked over at his brothers. They each began to wear identical looks of consternation while the two women rolled their eyes.

They nodded slightly and walked out of the hospital wing while the two women opted to stay behind and talk and … just to be there if Ravyn woke up.

The Parker Men decided not to go directly to Dumbledore as they all knew that the old wizard might face the business ends of their wands if they went while they were angry. No, it was best to be calm and collected when they approached the old man.

TWO HOURS LATER

Albus Dumbledore was not a man who took to being intimidated well. However, like most persons, he was able to bear through it. He felt older than he had in a long time. Had he really been so foolish in his attempt to finish a war that he disillusioned himself from the comings and goings within his own school?

The truth - yes.

He'd allowed himself to forget that children were the future and to protect them was to ensure their continued existence.

He bowed his head in shame after the Parkers left. He truly wouldn't blame them if they pulled Ravyn from the school, he wouldn't blame them one bit.

He only hoped that this old man could learn a few new tricks. For all of their sakes.

Now, if only he could remember what happened to his lemon drops….

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