Since it has come up several times, let me address the whole "Swear on the River Styx et al would solve the problem" idea. Yes any of the suggested methods would work, but only if Percy were willing to listen in the first place. So great was his anger he has refused contact, so Annabeth could swear all she wants but he would not have heard.

Estelle had another near sleepless night and awoke feeling horrible. She had not been able to eat much the day before and was still nauseous when she got up. Her and Percy went to breakfast but she wasn't feeling it. Percy insisted that she eat something, so she had some bacon and fruit. The eggs made her feel sick just looking at them.

Percy and Hazel were nearly as exhausted, as was the portion of the faculty involved in the defense of campus. Although there was no attack, nor did it make sense that there would be given that no students were present, they had stayed up all night and planned to take shifts all day until some sense of all clear occurred. Blackjack was cruising the air looking for threats and Mrs. O'Leary was patrolling the grounds, as was Hagrid and Fang, but not so much as a column of ants was sighted. As a result of faculty exhaustion, and the continued need for diligence, Estelle got the morning off, which she used to fret and worry her self nearly to death.

Until the all clear came, Percy just drank coffee, manned the astronomy tower looking for threats, checking the protection spells, and wondering if Annabeth would be too mad to listen to his explanation of the love potion when she returned. He had decided to not make Estelle bear the brunt of that conversation as her actions were well intended and Percy knew how mad Annabeth could get. Estelle didn't need to see Annabeth like that. She could apologize after Percy had explained what had happened.

Marium woke up refreshed and ready to hit the trail but stopped at the first petrol station she found to find a map and figure out where she was and if she was making good progress. After a confusing conversation with the clerk, who finally accepted her explanation that she was local and just out for a ride, but had forgotten her directions, she figured out that she had about 60 miles, or about 100 kilometers, to London. The clerk wasn't busy and had a cell phone to convert the metric map distance to imperial measurements Marium was familiar with. Looking at the map, and the distance she had gone already, Marium felt she might make it by tonight, which would give her a couple days to rest before the train. She was proud of this, as was the person who had launched her journey.

Harry woke up with a house full of ICW agents, but didn't know it until he got out of bed. Initially though, he woke with his arm around Hermione as she slumbered, her soft breasts and naked body pressed gently against his. She was just so beautiful in the morning light; it was the best morning ever. He had never awoken as happy as he did that day. Except maybe the day before when Hermione rode him as he woke injecting her with splooge. That morning was really happy too.

When he finally got up and went to the kitchen to fetch coffee, he was greeted by the first ICW agent, announcing into that little metal box they all carried, that "Lightning is on the move," and then was asked "kitchen sir?"

"Uh yes, getting coffee."

"Lightning to kitchen to get coffee. Have it ready please."

"Uh, what's going on?" Harry asked.

"Attack on the Minister of Magic last night, we've beefed up security in case it coordinated with an attack on you sir" the agent replied.

"Bloody hell! Is the minister okay?"

"Yes, he was at an embassy function with Agent Chase. Four of those Death Eaters attacked, one dead, two in ICU and one, well he was just tasered, he'll be fine for now."

"Kingsley used a taser?"

"No, Chase took them all out before the Minister could react. She's the best. My advice is never make her mad." The agent grinned.

"What's that?" Hermione, now in jeans and a tee shirt she quickly put on, asked.

The agent repeated the information to the startled girl.

"Professor Chase said Professor Jackson was the best at magical combat," Hermione remarked.

"Well I wouldn't make him mad either," the agent smiled, and then added, "You're safe here. We have eight agents on the detail right now; we've been here all night and will be until you leave for school. Then you ride with Agent Jackson and his team to Hogwarts, which we now have as a secure location for you two. Agent Jackson and his team will go over all that with you. We think it was a single point isolated attack at this time, but we won't start to stand down here until tomorrow at least. We would like to use a couple of rooms so our agents can get some sleep though, if possible."

"Of course" Harry replied, "We have plenty, use what you need."

"Thank you sir."

"As long as you stop calling me sir and start calling me Harry," Potter smiled. His smile almost hid the renewed paranoia he felt. Almost.

Annabeth awoke to a night full of updates on her E-wand. The assailants had been identified and their homes and known hangouts were being raided or would be under observation in the case of pubs and other businesses. The tech crew had worked all night to unlock the GPS info on the recovered E-wand, were able to pinpoint where it had been for the last year, and agents were working on visits to those locations as well. The most recent was the home of one of the attackers, but ICW would be sending agents to every stop it had made. Veritas serum had been administered to the surviving attackers and by days end dozens of other Death Eaters would be off the streets, and more were being sought. It was a bad day to be a fascist in the UK.

Most importantly, there had been no other attacks, and under veritas questioning it was learned that none others had been planned. It appeared that an associate of the attackers had seen the Minister enter the embassy and the attack was one of opportunity. That person had been identified and did not resist arrest. He too was a treasure trove of information on the dark artisans and their whereabouts.

It was up to Annabeth to issue the stand down order, which she sent; with the admonishment that all were to remain on alert and higher security measures than normal should continue to be in place. Kingsley finally stirred as she sent it, and after Annabeth updated him with the information he needed to know, he rose to take a shower.

Chase couldn't help staring at the elephant trunk that hung from his dad bod, and in the light of day, with a satisfied libido, she realized he really wasn't that attractive otherwise. He wasn't ugly by any means, but he had a bit of a paunch and though he had taken care of himself over the years, there had been quite a few years. Still, with that member, he could have a job in the porn industry no matter the slight flab all over. Annabeth decided that her lust had been triggered by Mitchell's curse and she wasn't sure if she wanted to see the Minister socially any more until she had that straightened out, plus she knew it might create problems in their professional relationship. But damn, he was good, especially considering he was her first true mortal, plus he was a really nice guy who could hold a conversation so he did have some things going for him other than a ginormous dong.

"So," he began, "was this a one time thing or will we see each other again, romantically?" he asked.

"Well, uh, I had a great time, but we really should maintain a professional relationship. I, uh, well my romantic life is in a state of flux. I thought I was getting back together with my ex, but that didn't work out and I'm not really relationship ready right now, but Kingsley, you were amazing. If it was just sexual I would love to do it again." Annabeth smiled.

"That might be difficult if we aren't seeing each other. Wouldn't it?"

"I meant right now," Annabeth replied as she tugged the towel Kingsley was wearing from him, exposing his magnificent man meat that was half stiffened already in anticipation of what he hoped would await him when he returned to the bedroom.

She got on her knees on the bed and shamelessly bent forward to swallow his delicious mocha cock down. Once totally hard, she turned around and offered her wet vag to him and a short while later was getting yet another shot of mortal DNA into her sopping wet cooch. It wasn't the gangbang she anticipated she would get the night before, but it definitely had magic to it.

Annabeth showered and got Kingsley back to the Ministry at the arranged time and as she ordered, four of his trusted aurors were there. She had no authority to order either the Minister or the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to do anything, but after the display at the embassy the previous night no one felt the need to argue with her. While at the Ministry she picked up copies of the Daily Prophet and the Quibbler to get their takes on the attack. Neither had reporters there so it was all from second hand sources, but both were favorable towards her and the ICW.

The Prophet had a lengthy story compiled by releases from the embassy, the auror squad, and the ICW press liaison citing Annabeth's cool headed thinking and her skills at dispatching the Death Eaters. In response to a question by the reporter to the ICW liaison as to why she had immediately reacted with violence before the attackers had actually stated why they were there or had done anything clearly illegal, the liaison had answered simply "We do not negotiate with fascists." It was also pointed out that by aiming weapons at the Minister, the assailants had already acted illegally and the ICW agent's actions were all in keeping with proper defense of self and others.

The Quibbler called Annabeth "The Lioness of Hogwarts," a name that would stick, and stated in no uncertain terms that parents should feel safe about their children attending Hogwarts, so long as Chase was there to protect them. Both had pictures from the event; the Prophet used one taken as Chase and Kingsley were announced on entry, while the Quibbler used the one taken of the couple dancing. Neither photo had anything at all to do with the attack, but Annabeth thought she looked great in both.

Then it was back to the surrealism of Hogwarts.

The first order of business on return was to unpack and put her laundry into the hamper, including the dress. There seemed to be nothing the house elves couldn't clean. Her office and quarters were sealed and Annabeth saw no reason to unseal them as yet. She really missed Estelle, but had to deal with Percy, Mitchell, and writing her report of the previous evening's assault. The report came first as Auror Roche would not arrive until 11:30 and without her there seemed to be little reason to deal with Mitchell until she did, and until Mitchell was dealt with, she couldn't really deal with Percy. As she couldn't deal with Percy, she didn't get to explain to Estelle why she would not be seeing Percy romantically, but would always love her no matter what. Planning what to say to Squirt was tearing at Annabeth's soul.

Annabeth wrote the report, which didn't take long, then reviewed the events available via E-wand to that time. She was satisfied with the investigation so far, which had branched out like a tree and was producing more and more arrests. It was a target rich environment for the ICW and Annabeth envied the young agents that were picking them up with the help of the aurors. Normally ICW didn't work with the local magical law enforcement when making an apprehension, but there were just too many arrests to be made and with protection details the ICW was short handed. It was important to react quickly at rounding the fascists up before they could notice each other disappearing and go into hiding. By day's end many would be on the run, but the quicker the agents and auror's moved, the less warning the pure blood Nazi bastards got.

Annabeth unsealed her flue a few minutes before Roche was scheduled to arrive, and promptly at 11:30 the French auror dropped in.

In the Jackson apartment Percy was resting in a recliner half awake holding Estelle, who was in a state of complete angst snuggling against him. She knew Annabeth would be back that day and with each passing moment her dread grew.

"But what if she stays mad at you, or me, or both of us?" she whimpered.

"Hey give her some credit, she's very forgiving, she will understand, just remember to tell her you want a brother" Percy smirked.

"Sister! But… what if she won't speak to me?"

"Sweet Pea, Annabeth loves her Squirt, that I know. Tell her the truth, she will listen and she will forgive. Estelle, I should apologize. I kept her out of your life for so long, that was wrong of me. No matter what happened with us, Annabeth has always loved you. You know how you want a little sister? Well, Annabeth already has one. It's you. I was wrong for that, and I'm sorry."

"You should tell her that. I want her to be my mommy," Estelle cried into Percy's shirt.

"Tell her what?"

"That you're sorry for being away from each other for so long," Estelle answered.

"That's… That's not exactly what I said," Percy stammered, startled that once again a pearl of wisdom fallen from the mouth of a child. He knew he should apologize. For all the horrible crap she had done, keeping Annabeth away from Estelle was a punishment too severe. He should have never kept her and Sweet Pea apart.

It was in that introspective moment that a dolphin shaped patronus flew into the room and announced;

"Agent Jackson, come to the office of the headmistress immediately for a security matter. Bring your field kit."

"Annabeth's back!" Estelle cried, "Can I go with you?"

"Better not, this sounds like ICW work, you wait here, I will tell Annabeth you desperately need to talk to her, and if I don't come back in a bit go find Professor McGonagall and she can take you. Okay? Can you do that?" Percy asked as he grabbed his wand and ICW field kit.

"Ugh, I don't want to wait, if she stays mad I would rather get it over with."

"Uh, if she stays mad, how would that get it over with?" Percy smirked, knowing Annabeth would not stay mad.

"You know what I mean!"

With that Percy left and ran to Annabeth's office. Estelle followed just a few minutes later noting that although Percy asked her to wait, she never actually said she would and technically he never actually ordered her to. Besides, Percy being mad she could deal with, he never really got too mad at Estelle.

A few minutes before, Annabeth had sent another less formal patronus message, which found Mitchell in the library.

"Mitchell, I'm back, can you please come to my office so I can show you what I found in London? I really, really need you to look some stuff over and take care of some things."

Mitchell also ran to Annabeth's office, eager to get some more of that sweet ass that he knew would be waiting on him and when he charged through the open door he was surprised to find Annabeth and a girl that looked a lot like a former student. Given another moment he would have recognized Claire Roche, but Annabeth didn't give him a moment.

"Ettaces!" Annbeth shouted, placing the silencing jinx on him as he still enunciated his spells and this would tie his hands magically, and followed that up with an "Expelliamous" to seize his wand. Unarmed, silenced and very confused, he next heard Annabeth shout "ligant et ruinam" which caused a yellow ribbon of energy to leap from her wand and wrap itself repeatedly around Mitchell holding him in place just as he was deciding he should run. When he tried to struggle against it, the bands would tighten to compensate and he was magically bound and gagged.

Finally Chase shouted "Una Sabbatorum Obliviate," taking from him his memories of the last week. He looked around confused at his surroundings, as the last thing he could remember was apparating across the channel. He had no idea where he was, or why he was tied up, but that one girl looked just like Annabeth Chase that he had been at Camp Half Blood with years ago, and the other looked like that bitch from Beauxbatons that wouldn't put out.

The one from camp walked towards him with a smile and he definitely recognized her as Chase; he had always wanted to fuck her, maybe now was his chance. He was turning his power on full when she drew back a fist and putting her whole body into it, she stepped into a punch and cold cocked him, shattering his nose. He was unable to use his power due to the distraction of the pain as he fell back onto the floor, his face exploding in blood.

"Well. That felt nice."

"Uh, they will ask how he came to be injured," Roche said.

"He should not have resisted."

"Annabeth, what the fuck?" Percy asked as he dashed in the door and saw the scene.

"Ah, Agent Jackson, just in time, thank you for coming promptly. This is Claire Roche, an officer with the Gendarmerie Magique. The man on the floor before you is named 'Rene Amore,' however he has been travelling under the name 'Mitchell Laurens.' Which name is real is anyone's guess as neither could be found in the records of any of the European schools of magic. He approached Professor McGonagall and myself seeking employment at Hogwarts as a library assistant but could not be formally hired until a background check was completed. I conducted that check in the last two days and was shocked at what I found. The Gendarmerie Magique holds several felony and misdemeanor warrants for wicked activities he conducted in France while employed at Beauxbatons. I won't get into the details, but our friends at Beauxbatons would like this matter to be handled quietly. Given the events of the last year, Hogwarts would like to avoid even the appearance of impropriety as well."

"Officer Roche is here to take him into custody on behalf of the Gendarmerie Magique, but tells me that would involve a lengthy and public extradition process and potentially sordid publicity to both congresses and schools should she formally arrest him here. Therefore, I am switching my hats from Headmistress to my role as Agent in Charge of ICW operations currently underway, I am directing you to port key both the defendant and Ms. Roche to London Station as a courtesy, and there is no reason to record it. Ms. Roche, our stations have embassy status available to all member congresses, which France enjoys as a signatory to the ICW Confederation Agreement as of 1823. You may arrest him there and no extradition process is required. Does that arrangement meet with your approval?" Chase asked.

"Yes, Headmistress, uh, Agent Chase, that should do nicely," she smiled.

"Excellent. I believe this matter is concluded. I imagine you will begin your formal report with your discovery of the defendant at London Station where you were visiting as part of our joint efforts to renew the Tri Wizard Tournament? And perhaps that he fell and broke his nose attempting to flee?" Annabeth smiled.

"He should not have resisted, and I see no reason to include any information prior to that, since it would be irrelevant to how we came to possess him. Do you have any memory of events prior to then Agent Jackson?" Roche asked.

"Of course not" he smiled, "I have no idea what you're talking about, I don't recall even being at HQ today."

"Excellent, we are of one mind then. Agent Jackson, owing to the security levels currently in place due to the alert status, you are authorized emergency portkey authority should you need it for any reason at all related to the ongoing investigation of the attacks last night, and flue travel back to this office should you find yourself in London for some other reason today. I will leave the flue open until you return or advise me otherwise."

"Thank you. Since I'm not going to HQ, obviously, as I have no reason to, none at all, that would be a very convenient way to not travel today. I do need to conference with you about a problem one of our students is having when I return, which I won't as I haven't been anywhere, if that would be possible." Percy replied.

"Yes. We have much to discuss," Annabeth said sternly, with a look of murder in her eyes.

'Yep, she's still pissed' Percy thought. "Okay dirt bag, get up, you're going to France" he grinned as he dragged Mitchell to his feet and then opened Riptide so he would know to not fight it. "Officer, if you would grab his collar."

Claire was confused as to where the sword came from, or why Agent Jackson would need one but did as she was told. Percy programmed his shades to portkey them to London Station, and used the emergency override so they would not need to wait until the top of the hour.

A few moments after the three popped out of the office, Annabeth sat down on a couch and sighed. That was one problem solved, but what she knew would be the worst part of her day was but minutes away now. Then she heard a quiet knock at her door and heard her favorite voice, weeping.

"Annabeth, can I come in?"

Writer's Note: I subscribe to the thinking that Annabeth Chase is a bad ass that doesn't need to be rescued. If she had a superpower, it would be kicking ass. The idea that Percy is needed to rescue or avenge her to Mitchell is probably more in keeping with how Riordan wrote her, especially in The Titan's Curse, but she is now a grown woman and stands on her own. She is her own white knight, and Percy can just help carry the trash out. Yes, she could have hauled Mitchell to London and left Percy out of it all together, but I need him out of the room for the next chapter.

I respect that some may disagree, and that's okay.

Also, no more smut for a while. I got tired of writing it.