Ron knew that some sort of explosion was coming – he knew the signs – but was nonetheless ill-prepared for it when it did come.

Dad had been glaring at him since he saw him on the platform while Mum had not said a word and had pretended as if he did not exist. When they arrived back at home, Mum had immediately bid Ginny and the twins to go to the Quidditch pitch to fly a little. They seemed to know what was going to happen better than Ron did.

What exactly did he do wrong to warrant this treatment? He was about to find out, he supposed.

Mum came back into the kitchen and had barely sat down before she blew her top.

'Ronald Weasley!' she shouted, 'What the bloody hell were you thinking this whole year?'

Ron racked his brains. Well, he had been thinking of Lavender a lot, he supposed. Besides that…

'Tell me, what exactly possessed you to brew up love potions to feed to Harry and Hermione?' Dad bellowed. 'Do you understand that you could've been sent to Azkaban for that? Or, considering you haven't even taken your O.W.L.s, perhaps expelled and your wand snapped?'

Ron was surprised. Did it really carry such a penalty? Dumbledore had told him that he would not get in trouble if he had just carried through with it as he had been instructed, that it was a harmless way to further the defeat of You-Know-Who and get what he wanted at the same time. To be perfectly honest, he trusted Dumbledore's judgement more than his father's.

He tried to tell his father that Dumbledore had told him to brew the potions and that he had successfully learned a N.E.W.T. level potion – take that, know-it-all! – and that Dumbledore had said that he would not be in any trouble for it, but his tongue rolled back into his throat and he choked.

'Well?' Dad demanded.

'I was told!' Ron protested when his tongue had untied itself.

'By who, exactly? Ginny never told us by owl,' Mum asked, 'What kind of monster would think of using such a potion to take advantage of anyone, not to mention children?'

Ginny, that traitor! First stopping Ron from carrying out his plans, then telling Mum and Dad what happened! Does she not realize that he was helping her get what she had always wanted, the Boy-Who-Lived? Ron tried to say Dumbledore again, but once more, his tongue rolled back into his throat.

'Choking noises isn't an answer,' Mum fumed.

Dad seemed to have caught on, though. 'No, Molly. Whoever ordered him to do this cast a Hex to prevent him from saying their name.'

'But…but who?'

Dad thought for a moment. 'We can go by elimination,' he said. Ron was not exactly sure what that meant, but knew it would not end well for him as soon as Mum nodded in understanding.

'Was it someone in our family?' Mum asked, 'Tell me the truth.'

'No! Ginny and Fred and George betrayed me!' Ron protested.

'You will not talk like that about your siblings!' Dad snapped.

'But they betrayed – '

'Be quiet!' Dad shouted. Ron had never seen him lose control like this. 'Tell me, Ron, was it someone at Hogwarts?'

'Yes! It was – ' Ron's sentence was interrupted as his tongue rolled back into his throat again. Why did it keep doing that? Dad said something about a Hex. Maybe he just needed to stop talking and nod or shake his head.

'Another student?'

Ron shook his head.

Dad's eyebrows went up to his forehead. 'A teacher?' he asked incredulously.

Was Dumbledore a teacher? Ron did not know. He shrugged.

'A teacher, Ron. Someone who teaches a class,' Mum repeated, sounding exasperated.

Dumbledore did not teach a class, so Ron supposed that he was not a teacher, then. He shook his head.

Mum and Dad exchanged a look. 'Who else?' Mum thought out loud, 'Not a student…not a teacher…that leaves...'

She grew silent and a shocked and disbelieving look grew across her face. 'That can't be,' she gasped, 'He wouldn't do such a thing…'

Ron was lost once again. Who 'he' was was a mystery to him. He let his parents continue their silent conversation.

'Ronald, I need you to answer truthfully,' Dad demanded in a no-nonsense tone. 'Did Dumbledore teach you to brew this potion?'

Ron nodded, pleased that he was finally being recognized.

'Wipe that grin off your face, young man!' Mum snapped. 'Why did he teach you to brew it? What were his intentions?'

'He thought that Harry was getting too strong off of Hermione or something stupid like that,' Ron recalled, 'He said that they needed to be broken up.'

'And so you agreed to backstab your friends because of that?'

'It wasn't just what he thought!' Ron objected, 'Harry gets everything he wants! He doesn't deserve to get her just because he wanted her! He gets everything he wants! Harry should be with Ginny!'

Dad stared at him like he had never seen him before. 'Who exactly planted that ridiculous idea in your head?'

Ron frowned. Ridiculous? 'It's not ridiculous! I mean, Ginny's wanted Harry all those years, and I just wanted to give her what she wanted. How's that ridiculous?'

'That's the stupidest story I've ever heard,' Mum spat, 'And you're using that as an excuse to betray your friends?'

Betrayal? It was Ginny that betrayed him, Ron thought. 'They're not my friends,' he replied honestly, 'Not since Potter cheated his way into that Tournament for attention and Hermione started snogging him like a celebrity-chasing slag!'

'You will clean out your mouth!' Mum bellowed. 'That's no way to refer to anyone!'

Ron rather thought that he was simply being honest, but made a mental note not to call anyone that in front of his parents.

Dad sighed. 'So, in short, you see nothing wrong with your actions?'

'Why? Was I wrong? It was just a harmless love potion. You've made one before, Mum.'

'Amortentia isn't a "harmless love potion"!' she shrieked. 'It induces a powerful lust! If you're using it without consent, it's rape! And for the record, I never administered the love potion to anyone, just brewed it as a dare with a few other girls, which certainly were not your intentions!'

Ron knew that, of course. Dumbledore had told him that. But he had used it on Lavender and she had rewarded him with the best night of his life. What was so bad about using it on Harry and Hermione?

'Go to your room,' Dad finally said. 'Obviously, you see no wrong in your ways. I'm disgusted by you. No flying or Quidditch all summer. No meeting friends, few that you have now. No Diagon Alley.'

Ron was shocked. No Quidditch? That was akin to the Cruciatus Curse for him. How would he make the House team next year? He opened his mouth in protest.

'Don't say a word, young man!' Mum backed Dad up, 'Go! Maybe when you've reconsidered your actions, we'll lift some of your punishment!'

Ron had no other choice but to retreat to his room. Oh well, at least he had Flying With the Cannons for company.


'We should head out of the country,' Sirius proclaimed, setting down his fork. In the kitchen, Kreacher and Winky were bickering about whose courses were better-prepared. 'It'd be wise to spend as much of the summer away from here as we can.'

Helen Granger looked shocked. 'What? Why?'

'Riddle is back, Mum,' Hermione answered.

Hermione's mother let out a small yelp. 'That Dark Wizard?'

Sirius nodded gravely. 'Yes, Tom Riddle, Voldemort, whatever you call him. He's back. That's not our only problem, though.' He turned to Remus. 'Anything new from Albus?'

Remus shook his head. He was wearing far better clothes than usual, and he looked, for once, well-fed and well-rested. 'The Order meeting's still scheduled for next Monday in the Hog's Head.'

'Will you go?'

'I don't know,' Remus replied with a shrug. 'He hasn't exactly got much respect from me right now.'

'Neither from me,' Sirius agreed. He turned back to the others in the room. 'Now, as for our plans. Helen, Josh, can you possibly take a month or so off from your dentistry practice?'

Josh looked contemplative. 'We could…though we haven't got a stand-in dentist lined up… It won't be cheap to hire one on such a short notice…'

'Is money the only issue, Dad?' Hermione asked.

'Well, finding a temporary replacement is easy enough,' Josh answered. 'Some bloke a few years out of university would probably jump at the job. We'd have to cover the relocation costs and probably compensate him quite a bit more than the average rate for a dentist of his experience, though.'

Hermione laughed. 'That's not an issue at all. Harry?'

'No, not at all,' Harry agreed.

Josh looked at the two teens sceptically. 'Where're you two going to get ten thousand or so Pounds from?'

'Hermione and I are more than well-off, sir,' Harry answered. 'My family…well, I didn't know for the longest time…but apparently, we're a pretty well-off wizarding family. I mean, there are loads of people who are…far better off…obviously…and I don't mean to sound like that, but…I can produce a million Pounds if it's what's needed to keep you safe.'

'Oh,' was Josh's only reply.

'We can't accept that,' Helen said after a moment of awed silence. 'I mean…I know that you're…twenty-whatever…but we're still…you know…your parents.'

Harry shook his head. 'You have to, Helen. Please. Sirius is right. We're going to be in danger from Riddle, yes, and possibly Dumbledore, too. He plotted to have me and Hermione drugged with a love potion because Hermione's been too much of a good influence on me. It would've let others…do unspeakable things to the both of us.'

Hermione blushed but looked deadly serious. 'Harry isn't joking. We can't stay too long where Dumbledore or Riddle can have at us. Please just take the money and we can all have a vacation.'

'Are you sure?'

'Absolutely,' Harry affirmed.

Josh nodded tentatively. 'Where'd we go?'

'France?' Hermione suggested, 'Harry's family has a vacation home there. I don't know what kind of condition it's in, though…'

'Not to worry,' Sirius said, 'Gringotts deals with that. The goblins contract out upkeep and charge your vaults if the owner is…predisposed. The place will be in perfect condition. Our only problem is getting there. The Ministry will know immediately if you take an International Portkey, and it's against the law to apparate across borders illegally.'

Harry snorted. 'Padfoot, you're such a wizard.'

Sirius simply looked confused as the rest of the table, Remus included, began laughing their heads off.

'What?' he asked defensively.

'Muggle transport, Padfoot,' Remus pointed out the obvious. Sirius slapped his forehead as if saying, 'Of course!'

'There's a new train from here to Paris, actually,' Josh said, 'It leaves from Waterloo International. We can connect to a French train there. Where is this house?'

Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance, then looked at Sirius.

'The goblins didn't give the exact address,' Harry said.

'I'll go back to Gringotts and find out,' Sirius promised, 'It's north of Biarritz, from what I remember. I'll also get a couple thousand Galleons out of my vault and convert it to…Francs? That should cover it all.'

Sirius fought down protests from Harry, Hermione, and the Grangers until they all finally relented to him paying for everything with money from his vault.

'When do we leave?' Harry asked eagerly.

'As soon as possible.'


Albus Dumbledore surveyed the crowd gathered at the Hog's Head. To call it a crowd, though, would be quite the exaggeration.

There was Dedalus, Elphias, Emmeline, Sturgis, and Hestia, all of whom looked rather excited to be there while Arabella looked quite bored. Mundungus seemed to be more concentrated on his black cloth bag than on the meeting. Albus wondered what goods he was peddling now. Minerva and Severus were there, too, though neither looked particularly motivated and constantly cast dark looks between each other.

Oh, and there was Aberforth, but he was not really much of an asset besides keeping Mundungus happy with his constant purchases.

Perhaps it was more useful to count the people who were not here, Albus thought. Sirius and Remus were both absent. Given recent…confrontations…with Harry, that was not a surprise. It was a blow to the Order, though. The two of them were probably the most capable fighters with the exception of Minerva and Severus. Alastor was still recovering in St Mungo's, and Albus had not been able to visit him. The Healers were blocking every one of his attempts to speak to him. Did they not understand that the Greater Good demanded that he see Alastor?

Neither Arthur nor Molly were there, which was a surprise. They were some of his most loyal supporters and had agreed to meet, but they seemed to not have shown up. He would simply have to request a private audience with them, he supposed.

Most worryingly, not one soul from the Ministry had come. Albus was not sure how the power structure looked right now, but it seemed that there was a significant factional divide between Amelia's and Cornelius's supporters. Perhaps Amelia's popularity explained the lack of Aurors among the gathered. Albus would just have to work with that. Perhaps recruiting needed to be a bigger focus than he thought.

'Good afternoon,' he began. 'I am sure you know why we are gathered here today.'

'Is You-Know-Who really back?' Dedalus wheezed.

'Yes, my old friend, he really is back,' Albus replied, a part of him glad that they were still turning to him for information. 'Now, we must devise how we can…resist him.'

'Now, as you might know, Voldemort is currently lying low, taking advantage of Cornelius's denial of his return,' he continued. 'However, he is most certainly using this time to gain strength. Severus? Do you have any new information?'

Severus looked at him coldly. 'No. The Dark Lord and his forces are weakened, as you know. He dares not attempt dramatic actions.'

'Weakened?' Elphias asked. 'What do you mean? And how so?'

Albus contemplated telling them about Harry's…exploits…in the graveyard, but decided against it. That would normalize lethal force as an acceptable way to deal with the current situation, and Albus could not have the Order killing men and women who could still be Saved.

'He has fewer numbers than he would like,' Minerva answered, 'Around half of his surviving and free Death Eaters have been killed.'

Albus was shocked. 'Minerva, how did you know this information?'

'Severus,' she replied tersely.

Albus looked at Severus. He would need to have a word with him about keeping his intelligence a secret. To tell so casually would weaken their security. More importantly, it would no longer mean that Albus was the sole source of information, and that did not foster unconditional trust.

'Is that right, Albus?' Aberforth asked gruffly.

'Unfortunately, it is,' he replied with a sigh.

'Unfortunate?' Minerva asked sharply, 'Half his forces are gone, Albus! How is that in any way "unfortunate"?'

'They are dead, Minerva,' Albus explained patiently. It was crucial that this was understood. 'Now that they are dead, they cannot be redeemed, Saved, made to see the Light. That is surely not what you all want, is it?'

Dedalus, Emmeline, and Sturgis shook their heads, but Minerva, Severus, and Aberforth, of all people, glared at him incredulously.

'I don't see a problem with putting those scum down,' Aberforth said gruffly. 'They deserve it. Mass murderers, rapists, thieves, the lot of them.'

'My dear brother, that is the thinking that leads one to Go Dark,' Albus replied, disappointed. 'By denying our foes the chance for redemption…what does that make us?'

'Soldiers fighting a war,' Aberforth answered. 'What's wrong, Albus? Can't stomach death after – '

'Enough, Aberforth,' Albus interrupted. He would not have Ariana brought up in front of everyone. That was his deepest secret. How would they trust him as the Leader of the Light if they knew of his Dark past?

'I do hope that we will not descend to the levels of barbarism as the Death Eaters,' Albus said, 'To take life in any context… That is morally reprehensible. You must see that.'

Minerva snorted and muttered something under her breath, exchanging a look of incredulity with Severus, but there were no more protestations. Albus was sure that he had them convinced of the way of the Light.

'Now that that's out of the way, we must plan,' he continued, satisfied. 'Voldemort will be going after something, I believe. Something he did not have last time. It is a sort of…tool…that he believes he can exploit to gain an advantage over us in this coming conflict. That something is currently hidden in the Ministry of Magic, in the Department of Mysteries.'

'Our top priority, I believe, is to guard this…tool…against retrieval by Voldemort and his forces.' Albus knew that it was most likely unnecessary – Prophecies in the Department of Mysteries are rumoured to be untouchable by anyone except those named – but he could not risk what would happen if the rumours were untrue. Besides, he needed to keep the Order busy to prevent them from questioning him too much. That would impede the Greater Good. Minerva and Severus, as well as Aberforth, were already coming dangerously close to endangering that.

'We will need to come up with a rotating schedule for guard duty. Since we have…ah, fewer members, than we would have liked, this will, unfortunately, mean longer hours.' Not that that was a concern to Albus. He was rather glad of the greater-than-expected time demand and the effects it would have on the Order members involved.

'I volunteer,' said Elphias eagerly. Albus smiled. They still trusted him, and that was important.

Murmurs spread through the room. Mundungus looked reluctant but nodded his head. Minerva and Severus continued to sit silently in stoic silence.

'We will need a schedule,' Albus reiterated, 'We cannot have one person being responsible for all the guard duty.' He conjured a piece of parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink. 'We must figure this out and record it so that no one…forgets.'

Two hours later, after much back-and-forth, the schedule was finally decided. Albus would have to lend Sturgis his only invisibility cloak tonight – he regretted now giving back to Harry the Cloak of Invisibility – but there was no time for regrets. The Order – and even Minerva and Severus, however reluctantly – trusted him, and that was all that mattered to Albus. The Greater Good was secured.

He left the Hog's Head whistling, a smile on his face.


It was a hectic sort of week. The Grangers found a suitable substitute dentist within two days thanks to the generous advertised compensation that they were able to offer with Harry and Hermione's gold. They spun a story that they had a family emergency with one of their cousins in France, which, Harry thought, was not the farthest thing from the truth.

Sirius and Remus had received a veritable bombardment of owls from Dumbledore, requesting their presence at the next Order meeting. Both men ignored the letters and burned them the first chance they could.

'The Order,' Sirius had scoffed upon receiving what must have been his fiftieth letter. 'What a joke. Minerva said Albus spent half the first meeting talking about how killing Death Eater swine was "morally reprehensible". What a load of hogwash.'

Harry was not much worried at the moment. He had faith in Amelia to do whatever she needed to do. Besides, he had a month on the beaches of France to look forward to. The company of his favourite person in the world only added to the appeal.

Sirius had gone to Gringotts the previous day and found out the precise location of the Potters' vacation home and gotten out a huge sack of Galleons, which he had converted to Francs and entrusted to the care of the Grangers, who had grudgingly accepted. Hermione, meanwhile, had spent the day making Harry squirm by trying out various skimpy swimsuits that were definitely neither prim nor proper.

Early in the morning the next Wednesday, Harry, Hermione, Sirius, Remus, and the Grangers made their way to Waterloo station on the Underground. There, they were joined by Tonks, who Amelia had insisted join them 'for their protection'. Harry and Hermione exchanged a knowing look at the slack expression on Remus's face when he saw her.

Sirius was not quite Arthur Weasley, but he was nonetheless rather fascinated at muggle trains. He seemed rather awed by the fact that the trains ran on electricity, not coal, and the interior, which was decorated quite differently from the Hogwarts Express.

They set off right on time, the party of seven taking up three and a half rows by themselves. Harry and Hermione had immediately taken one of the 'double' seats, and the Grangers had taken another. Sirius sat in their only booked 'single' seat, which left Remus and Tonks together in the last remaining 'double'. They both looked rather uncomfortable yet quite pleased at the same time.

Sirius looked out the window for most of the journey, quite awed at the speed that they were moving. They were served a light breakfast of a pain au chocolat and some fruit. Hermione made herself comfortable by leaning her head on Harry's shoulder and quickly fell asleep, with Harry being too entranced by her warmth and smell to wake her until the train had pulled into Gare du Nord in Paris.

'Why did you have to wake me up?' she grumbled when Harry had shaken her out of her sleep.

'We're here, silly,' Harry replied, 'As pretty as you are sleeping, you wouldn't want a free ride back to London, do you?'

She glared amusedly at Harry and gathered her belongings. 'We need to get to Gare Montparnasse,' Helen announced, 'We can get there by the Metro.'

Harry and Hermione shepherded Sirius and Remus through the Paris Metro. Thankfully, he did not spend too long staring at the trains and people, and the group was still together when they arrived at their destination half an hour later.

'I wonder if Fleur's in the country,' Hermione mused as they navigated through the station to find their platform.

'Wasn't she staying in Britain?' Harry recalled. 'With Bill,' he added with a wink.

Hermione snickered. 'You know, I wonder if Ginny or Missus Weasley will be nicer to her this time around. They weren't the kindest to her in the "old timeline".'

'Neither were you,' Harry pointed out.

'Okay, fair,' Hermione replied, 'But I was pining after the potion-brewing idiot back then, and he was drooling all over her.'

She stared pointedly at Harry. 'You better not drool all over her,' she warned.

'How about all over you?' Harry whispered huskily.

Hermione made a face. 'That's disgusting!'

They boarded their second train and once again, Remus and Tonks were corralled into a 'double' seat. This time, they looked slightly more comfortable, though Remus was still pointedly not looking at Tonks. It seemed like 'Operation Teddy' was slowly but surely working out.

The four-hour ride passed in cuddling, staring out the window, cuddling, reading, and yet more cuddling. It was late afternoon when the train finally pulled into Biarritz station. Sirius led the group out of the station and into a back alley.

'We'll apparate,' he said, 'I'll bring Josh and Helen. Remus, bring ickle Tonksie. You kids, take care of yourselves and don't get splinched.'

Sirius took the Grangers' hands and disapparated before Tonks could pull her wand out to hex him. Remus took Tonks's hand a little awkwardly and disapparated with a smug smile on his face. Finally, Harry and Hermione took each other's hands and turned on the spot.

They arrived at the foot of a gravel lane some distance north of the city. To their left, the azure waters of the Bay of Biscay crashed up against the golden sands of the beach. Harry led Hermione up the path by the hand. As they walked, a gorgeous house appeared in front of them. It was not excessively large, but it looked comfortable enough for seven people.

'Harry, Hermione!' Sirius called from the front door, 'Come on in!'

The teens did not need to be told twice. They jogged up the rest of the way and Sirius ushered them inside.

They stepped into a simplistically yet elegantly decorated lounge. There was a fireplace that was already lit. Placed strategically around the spacious room were several white leather sofas. Most surprisingly of all, however, was the enormous television set into the wall.

'James's work,' Sirius explained. 'I was here the summer after my seventh year. He thought it'd be fun to buy a muggle television and enchant it so that it was impossibly light and flat while not destroying it with magic. I'm glad to see it's still here.'

'There's electricity?' Hermione asked, awed.

'There's a…generator? I think that's the right term.' Hermione nodded. 'James enchanted it to run forever without fuel. All the muggle amenities you'd want are here. Your dad wanted to impress your mum, see?'

Harry laughed and Sirius showed them upstairs to their room on the first floor. It was open to the sea breeze. There were lacy white curtains that let just enough light through. Harry set down his bag and stepped out onto the patio. Off in the distance, he could see the sea.

Hermione stepped up behind him and wrapped an arm around his waist. 'And I thought Hogwarts was beautiful,' she breathed.

'It's a different kind of beautiful.'

They unpacked and headed back downstairs. The adults were already sitting around the fire, sipping rosé. The television was already on and a football match was playing. Sirius seemed quite enraptured by the sport as Josh explained all the mechanics of play. Harry swore that he saw Hermione's mum mouth the word 'Men' at her daughter.

Harry and Hermione sat down and Helen poured them a little of the wine. The sun was already beginning to set, so they would not be heading to the beach tonight. Instead, all seven simply sat, relaxed, and chatted. Sirius and Josh were now having an in-depth discussion of Quidditch.

'Playing Keeper's easier than playing goalie, I think,' Sirius was saying, 'You've got three rings to cover, but they're much easier to block.'

'You don't have to dodge death-balls as a goalie,' Josh pointed out.

'Beaters can't attack Keepers unless the Quaffle is in the scoring zone. That's a major foul.'

When thirty minutes had passed and they were still on the topic, Harry had to reluctantly agree with Helen's assessment of the men.

Seeing as they had no groceries, Sirius called Kreacher, who, to Harry's surprise, made the apparition across the Channel, and asked for him to send some dinner over. After dinner, everyone retreated to their bedrooms for an early night. Hermione had other plans for Harry, though.

Harry was idly conjuring sparks with his wand when the door to the ensuite bathroom opened and Hermione stepped out. Harry's jaw dropped. She was wearing a sheer, see-through gown and absolutely nothing underneath.

'Uh…' was the only sound that he was able to make.

'You can close your mouth, Harry,' she said huskily, 'You've seen me with less.'

'Will I see you with less?'

She beamed, blushing delightfully pink. 'We are in France, after all.'

Hermione pulled her gown off over her head and sauntered up to Harry, swaying her hips. There would be no early night tonight.


'Your service has been invaluable, Malfoy.'

'Thank you, My Lord,' Draco replied, kneeling at his master's feet. The Dark Lord still recognized him as a Malfoy. The Dark Lord still recognized him as royalty. To Draco, that was all that mattered.

'Your information on the Potter boy is invaluable to our cause,' the Dark Lord continued. 'The Dark Lord rewards its most faithful servants. Tell me, Draco. What can the Dark Lord do for you?'

'Your acceptance of my service is enough, My Lord.'

The Dark Lord laughed. 'You are already more valuable to me than your father was in all his years of service, Draco. Are there any…personal scores…that you wish to settle?'

Draco almost levitated with giddiness at the compliment. Finally, someone – the Dark Lord, no less – has told him that he had finally measured up to his father. He considered his options. There was his blood-traitor mother, but he had no idea where she was hiding. The same went for Potter and his Mudblood. That left one person who wronged him above all others.

'I wish to have my revenge on the blood-traitor Greengrass, My Lord,' Draco asked humbly.

'Your spirit is just what we need,' the Dark Lord said approvingly. 'That family has been slowly turning against us for decades. I think it is time they were punished for their traitorous ways. You may have your revenge, Draco. You can have Greyback and Scabior. I am sure they will be more than glad to have what remains of the girl. After you're done with her, of course.'

'There is no greater honour, My Lord.'


A/N: Chapter VII of my other story, The Flame of Resistance, was just posted. Check it out if you are into a dark, almost-dystopian take on the blood war without the heavy trope use and Ron/Dumbledore bashing of this story.