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Resident Evil: Devolution

Hogwarts School Year 2005-2006 was to start with relative quietness and some Ministry 'reminders'. Instead, two students are forced to fight and stay alive as they try to survive the experiments made by an alumnus with an agenda. They don't know it yet, but their nightmare has only just begun.

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Chapter 2: September 1, 2005 | 1800 Hours | Ground Floor, Hogwarts Castle

'Me and my big mouth…'

"By Morgana, there's two of them?" Greengrass exclaimed, sounding pissed.

"Fleur, Greengrass, I'll buy you time, go!" Harry ordered quickly, slinging his shotgun and pulling out his pistol as the Tyrant began to walk towards them. "GO!"

Without a word, the two immediately ran, Emma's sleeping form flying before them as they headed for the Quad. Pulling a flashbang, he quickly threw it towards the Mr. X wannabe before shielding his eyes. Staggering, the Tyrant fell on one knee as Harry began shooting it. Annoyed, it rose to full height before walking briskly towards him. With the attention fully secured towards him, he dashed towards the other corridor trying to lure it away from the girls. "You gonna give it me, Mr. X?" he taunted at the slow, lumbering Tyrant, smirking as he quickly holstered his weapon.

Suddenly, something pounced on him from behind. Quickly, he twisted and used his right elbow to knock the attacker away. "Fuck!" Harry swore as found the entire corridor filled with zombies. 'Must be the Hogsmeade villagers.' he thought sourly, recalling Greengrass' remarks. He immediately drew out his wand and casted the Wind Gale Jinx at the zombie-filled corridor, knocking the zombies down and allowing him to quickly dash across, jumping over them just as Mr. X rounded around the corner.

"Ventus Tria!" he casted this time, pushing back Mr. X and made some of the zombies fly off. Canceling it, he immediately made a mad dash towards the door Mr. X came in and closed it. He began casting a multitude of charms, wishing he had these when he back in Racoon City.

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"Sherry," eight-year-old Harry asked quietly to his twelve-year-old cousin Sherry Birkins as they hid in some sort of rooms with controls. "Do...do you think that thing is still after us?"

"I don't know, Harry." Sherry replied worriedly, the hum of the machinery filling in the silence. "I don't know."

It had been 10 days since Harry and the Dursley arrived in Racoon City to visit Aunt Petunia's cousin, William Birkins. Ever since Harry barely survived a bout of pneumonia, Aunt Pet started treating Harry much nicer (a far cry from the arm's length she and the rest of the family used to do) and started reaching out to a distant cousin in the states.

When Grunnings sent Uncle Vernon to Racoon City to discuss the Umbrella Corporation's need of drills, the entire family decided to go as well to meet with the Birkins. Though there was slight nervousness between the adults, Dudley, Sherry, and Harry hit off pretty well. Unfortunately, Harry got sick the day before the family's planned outing to the neighboring state.

Thankfully, Annette, William's wife, offered to take care of Harry while he recovered and Harry even urged Aunt Pet to go, joking it'll be the first Dursley trip without him in tow. After whacking him in the head and telling him he'll always be part of the family, the Dursley left for their trip - just in time, because the following day the city slowly dissolved into chaos.

Then things got even stranger.

When Sherry's house was invaded on the third night, the two locked themselves up in her room and feared for the worse. Suddenly, when the door broke down and the zombie entered the room, Sherry and Harry found themselves in front of the Racoon Police Department, being shuffled in by the police officers alongside survivors.

Too relieved, the two didn't question what happened and were happy that they manage to get out. Unfortunately, the police station was also overrun some days later, where some sort of monster started chasing after them - they barely escaped into door that miraculously appeared out of nowhere that lead them to where they were right now.

"Wait, did you hear that?" Sherry asked, perking up as she heard footsteps coming towards them. Peeking out, Harry saw a lady in a red jacket holding a gun on her hand. She neared the doorway of the room they were in, blocked only by a fallen locker and tried to prop it up. "Won't budge," they heard her mutter as Sherry moved behind the boxes before the door, the jacket lady spotting her.

"Hello?" the lady asked, shining a light towards her. "Hey...it's okay. I won't hurt you - I promise."

Harry crawled slowly towards Sherry, getting the lady's attention. "Do you need help?" she asked, looking worried. "Here, you can take my hand."

Spotting their stalker, Harry shook his head. "You...need...help…" he whispered quietly.

"I'm sorry, I can't understand you." she replied, looking confused.

"You need help," Sherry repeated shakily, pointing to the monster looming behind her. "He's right behind you!"

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Feeling the N70 ring, Harry sighed as answered. "What do you want, Spencer." he asked, walking briskly away from the doors, heading around the Northern Towers.

Spencer laughed. "No, just to congratulate you." she replied, sounding pleased. "Your combat performance against the Trynorg was splendid - who knew a Hurricane Jinx was enough to stall one!"

"You mean Mr. X?"

"Oh yes, I manage to get my hands on an adolescent ogre and gave it the genes of a Tyrant Model-001 - the same model that was chasing you back in Racoon." she explained, giggling. "Like what I did to them?"

"Fuck you, Spencer." he replied monotonously as he holstered his wand and brought up the shotgun.

"Better watch out for the Polishers, Harry dear!" she exclaimed in a sing-song manner before ending the call.

Immediately, Harry went on guard. No doubt one of Spencer's creations was nearby - a Polisher, if he heard correctly. 'What are they?' he wondered to himself, the moon illuminating the fields before the Quidditch Pitch. As he made his way around the tower, something hard slammed into his back, causing him to crash on the ground face-forward.

Turning around, Harry swore as a Licker - or what looked like a Licker - jumped towards him. Pointing his shotgun at it, he pulled the trigger and fired. "I gotta love the goblin upgrades…" he muttered as the Licker's head turned to paste, pumping his shotgun to eject the shell. It may have cost him quite a lot but Harry didn't care - the W-870 he held was not the same thing Leon used to protect himself back in 1998. Still keeping the original format, the shotgun now sported acceleration runes within the barrel, activating whenever something would pass them, accelerating it to the speed of sound - turning the W-870 into a ballistic railgun.

Inspecting the creature, he noticed while it looked like a Licker, it was spiny, pale-looking, undeveloped muscles, and elongated fingers and toes. One thing that did get Harry's attention was the bat-like ears it had, how small it was, and why was it clothed in a piece of - 'Oh you have got to be kidding me…'

He quickly answers his phone when it rang. "You made the House Elves Lickers." he stated angrily.

"Ten points to Gryffindor!" Spencer exclaimed, howling in laughter. "And they're called Polishers, FYI. I think their inherent personality of making things clean carried over because when I dropped a cow into their holding pen, all that was left were bones - fully polished bones. Have fun fighting them, Harry dear!"

The call ended and the Racoon City survivor started hearing loud pops and low growls behind him. Slowly turning around, he spotted about a dozen Polishers scattered throughout the field. 'Let's even the odds, shall we.' Harry thought, smirking. "Expulso!"

The Expulsion Curse did the trick, making the nearby Polishers fly off. Five of the ones that escaped it immediately ran, intent on pouncing on him. Bearing the shotgun towards them, he blew two of the Polisher's head off and tore the arm of the other before dropping on the ground, the Polisher missing him by a few inches. Quickly drawing his wand out, he casted a Shield Charm in front of him before rolling to fire another two rounds at the Polisher behind him, tearing the leg and head off. 'Two shells left.' he thought as he ejected the spent shell. Suddenly, he was tackled on the ground by a Polisher, his shotgun the only thing blocking it from biting his head off.

'This is going to hurt.' With no alternative, Harry focused his magic onto left hand to form a glowing blue ball of energy before immediately smashing it onto the Polisher's face, killing it. Throwing the body off him, he immediately shot his last two shells at another Polisher that was about to jump on him.

Setting the shotgun aside, he drew Samurai Edge and his wand out, dual wielding the two as the remaining seven Polisher attacked. "Bombarda!" he casted, blowing up a Polisher to pieces before firing his pistol at another. "I should have gotten a revolver!"

He immediately rolled sideways, dodging the tongue of a slightly smarter Polisher before casting a Blasting Curse at it. Realizing he was out of ammo, he threw his wand upwards, ejected his pistol's clip, slapped in a new one, and caught his wand again before firing both at two Polishers trying to sandwich him, killing them.

It seemed the last two Polishers were at least smarter than their companions, circling Harry from opposite ends as he watched them warily. 'I'm having a Mexican Dust-off with BOWs, how cool.' he thought sarcastically.

Quickly, the two pounced at the same time towards him. Without thinking, he casted a quick Gale Jinx on the ground in front of him, making him fly backwards while the two Polishers smashed into each other. "Incendio Maximus!" he casted at the two, filling the air with burning flesh and dying screams as he reloaded and holstered his weapons.

Picking up his shotgun, the Caterwauling Charm was set off, making him grimace. "Great…" Harry muttered, running towards the entrance near the Owlery. 'Looks like Mr. X's is coming…'

Making sure the corridor was clear, he closed the doors before casting the same spells he did with the earlier door. Once done, he began to reload his shotgun while heading for the Grand Staircase, staying alert so he won't run into any other of Spencer's creations.

Turning right upon reaching the Quad, he decided to take the stairs near the Study Room, having an inkling that Spencer was somehow controlling the Grand Staircase to funnel him towards any of her BOWs. "Potter!" a voice behind him shouted. Quickly pointing his shotgun, Harry relaxed as Greengrass ran towards him.

"Oh, it's you." Harry replied, relieved as he lowered his gun. "How are you still here?"

"The stairs separated Fleur and I when we reached the fourth floor, then all the stairs were rearranged to lead only downwards." she replied, looking annoyed. "I swear it's as if someone's making sure we get separated."

"You're not the only one," he replied as the two fell into steps, climbing the West Wing's stairs. "Before I left the Great Hall, Spencer made some remarks that she had control over Hogwarts' wards. At the rate we're encountering her creations, I'm inclined to believe her."

"I thought the Headmaster has control over it?" Greengrass asked, frowning.

"She said something about hacking the ward system."

The Slytherin looked at him weirdly as they reached the first floor. "She chopped the wards and replaced it with her own?"

"What, no! Hacking is a new muggle-" he cut himself when the floor's torches were snuffed out, covering them in darkness. Greengrass immediately casted a Wand-Lighting Charm as Harry slung his shotgun behind him and brought out his pistol and two torches. "Here, use this."

She arched an eyebrow. "Potter, I have a light."

"And what happens when you have to fight?" he countered, smirking as she huffed before grabbing the torch. "Press the black button and hold it like this."

Once Greengrass was holding it properly, he shined his forward. "I'll take point," he ordered quietly. "Watch the back, will you."

Taking great care now, the two remained silent as they slowly marched up the stairs, reaching the third floor quickly without incident. "It's quiet Potter," she muttered behind him, enough for him to hear. "Too quiet…"

Suddenly, she yelped as fell to the ground, face first. Turning quickly, he spotted a long tongue dragging her away and opened fired upon spotting the Polisher. Quickly scrambling away from them, Greengrass snatched her wand and fired a Fire-Wall Charm to scare them away. "Go!" he shouted before crying out in pain as a flaming tongue pierced his right shoulder.

"Confrigo! Bombarda!" she casted, blowing the Polisher up as Harry propped himself to the wall. Once making sure that the creature was dead, she knelt beside Harry. "Potter, give me your - what the…"

"Surprised?" he replied with a smirk as he could feel the puncture wound slowly healing, rolling it once it was closed.

"Wha-how?"

"Remember what I said about the T- and G-Viruses?" Harry asked, getting a nod from her. "My cousin and I got infected by the G."

"But...but your still here!" Greengrass exclaimed, looking cute when confused.

Harry nodded grimly. "Yeah, it was touch and go for a few hours but thankfully, Claire and Annette manage to make a cure for the two of us. Not an easy task for Claire - especially given the lab was already overrun and we were on a timetable but...Sherry and I are still alive and kicking"

Standing up, she gave him a critical look as she helped him stand. "But what has that got to do with it?"

Reloading his pistol, Harry sighed. "The cure didn't completely remove the virus, suppressing it enough for the body to adapt it." he replied, cocking it. "Somehow, Sherry's and mine manage to get healing abilities out of it."

"Is…is there any chance for the virus to…pop up again?"

Harry shrugged. "The test checks out negative every year, so no for now." he explained, seeing her confused look. "Since Sherry and I were the only known survivors of G, we know next to nothing about its aftereffects - that's why we regularly check ourselves and look for abnormalities. In fact, the Potter line might end with me since I'm not even sure what my kids may end up with."

"You think they might infect your children." she stated, understanding in her eyes.

"Yeah…it's a shame actually, I always wanted a large family - I'll probably ask the Weasley's if I can be an honorary uncle to any of their children." he joked as they reached the Grand Staircase. It really was his dream to have a large family - don't get him wrong, the Dursleys would always be family to him but…he wanted to be a dad, to spoil his kids (emphasis on the s) rotten every Christmas and birthday, the likes. With remnants of G in his blood, Harry's dream was crushed and forced him to settle on becoming the 'bestest uncle in the whole wide world' (a title he held ever since he started helping out Terra Save's orphanage).

As the two climbed the stairs to the seventh floor, Greengrass spoke up. "You're not the only one, Potter."

He looked at her, feeling confused. "My sister, Astoria, is sick because of a family curse." she explained, the stairs stiff and unmoving. "A blood malediction born out of an attempt to remove the Maledictus Curse on our family that targets the second child of the Greengrass family."

"Everything was fine after I was born - Auntie Sansa dotted me, my parents spoiled me, and I knew I was going to have only one child...until my mother got pregnant with Tori. Oh, I resented Tori for three years - not only did she steal my spotlight but forced mother to get sick."

She laughed humorlessly. "I was three years old when I became a brat, throwing tantrums, trying to hurt my sister, and everything else in between mother dying slowly. Auntie let me expressed my emotions until I was six before making me sit down and straight up asked me 'Bitch, who's happiness do you care for - yours or your mother?'"

"Holy shit." he muttered. His face must have been funny because Greengrass laughed loudly.

"You should see your face, Potter. You looked like a merman out of water." she exclaimed, her mood lifting up. "But yeah, she asked me that."

"So, what did you answer?"

"Oh, I never got to answer the question." Greengrass replied, smirking. "She began telling me how she was in a similar boat: how she hated mother for being the focus of my family, how she found out that mother hated her for being the healthy Greengrass, how she decided to become the best sister anyone would ask for.

"I was too stunned to reply as Auntie expressed all her feeling before leaving me to my thoughts. After that, I became the best sister Tori could ask for - care for her, protected her, loved her. I'm actually studying the Dark Arts just so I can protect my sister and any of her children."

Sighing, Greengrass turned towards him. "The point is, Potter, I understand what you're going through right now." she explained, her beautiful blue eyes boring deep into him. "You're not the only one with skeletons to hide."

The two stared at each, a small smile forming on each their lips. "Look at us, two teenagers with the world upon our shoulders." Harry replied, chuckling. "Thanks Greengrass, for sharing."

She gave him a curt nod. "Come on," she ordered. "I think Fleur's tearing her hair waiting for us."

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2010 Hours | Seventh Floor, Hogwarts Castle

"Hello?" Daphne shouted as she and Potter stood before the frozen painting of Barnabas the Barmy. "Watson?"

"Think Fleur got sidetracked?" Potter asked, his shotgun at the ready as he stood guard behind her. The two had just arrived at the location Watson had ordered them to go, finding nothing showing a hint of a door anywhere. After their impromptu heart to heart, the tension between them lessened - it didn't make them best friends but...she had a feeling he no longer viewed her as a bullying Slytherin that Malfoy's actions painted them to be but as a person he could trust.

"No," Daphne argued, shaking her head. "By the time I reached the ground floor, Fleur shoot red sparks as she reached the seventh."

Before Potter could reply, the wall behind them disappeared, revealing a heavy metal door. Their weapon/wand immediately pointed towards it as it opened sideways, revealing a relieved Fleur behind it. "Quick," she urged them hurriedly, motioning them to enter. "A Trynorg is just around the corner!"

Without a beat, the two entered as the door closed behind them. Daphne couldn't help but gasped at the beautiful interior they had just entered - elegant white walls with polished black floors, fixtures that gave light to the entire place, looking like the corridors of St. Mungos but far cleaner and orderly. "Where are we?" she asked in wonder.

"Watson's lab." Fleur replied, smirking. "Come, he's waiting for us at Floor 3."

"I doubt the Founders made this room," Potter pointed out, inspecting the place. "I mean, have you seen Hogwarts?"

Daphne had to agree with that. The corridors they walked felt too modern, metallic like the Tube she took whenever Tracy invited her to explore London - it was as if the walls were just bolted in like some puzzle being made. "He's right," she added, still mesmerized by the architecture. "It feels so...muggle!"

Potter snorted. "Yeah, reminds me of nest." he said, looking around.

Daphne shot him a weird look. "Potter, this isn't a nest." she deadpanned. "In fact, this isn't even a tree."

"Wha-oh, I meant N-E-S-T!" he clarified, chuckling. "It was an Umbrella underground lab in Racoon City where Sherry and I got the cure for G."

Nodding, it struck her that it was probably the nth time Potter mentioned Racoon City or his cousin Sherry. "It always boils back to Racoon City, doesn't it?" she asked him as they went down another set of stairs. "I've lost count how many times you've mentioned that city."

Scoffing, he gave her a look. "Racoon City was the start of something terrible." he replied grimly. "It's like Voldemort killing every single person in Hogwarts while not being able to stop it."

Daphne winced at his blatant used of You-Know-Who's name. "Don't say his name," she whispered, getting a roll of eyes from Potter.

"It's just a name."

"A name with a Taboo." she bit back. Seeing Potter's confused look, she explained "Back in the war, anyone who uses the name will make him appear - even the strongest wards will break once you utter his name."

Understanding dawned in his face. "So people developed a fear of the name…" he said, looking surprised. "Even after his death, people fear he'll pop up if you say it."

Daphne nodded before realizing they had reached Floor 3. "This doesn't look like a floor, Fleur." she said, awe in her voice as she looked about the room.

Before them was a large, two-story wide room the size of the Potions Lab, filled with white humming machinery, long tables filled with what looked like brewing equipment, and large black screens she saw commonly in Muggle London with pictures and words of…something, pieces of small, colorful papers stuck to them.

"Daphne!" a familiar voice shouted happily. She turned in time to catch a squealing Emma crashed into her, making her stumble a bit. "You're here!"

"Emma, you're ok!" she exclaimed, surprised yet happy. She really was - she didn't notice it earlier but when they left Potter to fend off the Ogre, Emma was paling and feeling hot. "What happened?"

"Suppressant Charlie activated," a deep, baritone voice replied. Looking up, Daphne saw a large man with mousy brown hair and a hint of a beard present walk towards them. "When her Maledictus acted up. It worked successfully but it did cause some minor reaction in Emma."

"Daphne, this is Uncle Jonny!" Emma introduced, smiling. If it wasn't for the blue eyes or hair color they share, she wouldn't have guessed they were related. "I told you he's going to cure my sickness!"

"H-how?" she exclaimed, shocked. The entire magical world already knew that there were curses that couldn't be broken, the Maledictus being one of them - even an aunt of hers barely succeeded. Yet here stood a man who managed to suppress a century-old curse. "The…the Maledictus is supposed to be unbreakable!"

Watson snort, giving her a condescending look. "That's because you purebloods don't think outside the box." he replied dismissively. "No imagination whatsoever, always looking to the past."

Daphne was floored, not used to getting replied like that - may be in an angry tone, but this…this was new. Thankfully, Potter must have sensed her uneasy, drawing the attention back to the subject. "What do you mean?"

Instead of answering, he motioned them to follow him, moving in the same manner Professor Snape would dismiss the Gryffindors. "What was that all about?" Potter asked her quietly.

"I don't know," she whispered back, still staring at Watson, Emma sticking by her and grabbing her hand. Smiling at the gesture, she ruffled the girl's hair. "I guess you missed me, huh?"

Emma nodded happily. "Yeah!" she replied, smiling widely. "I remember you telling me to drink something then I woke up here, Uncle Jonny smiling. I asked for you and he said that you were heading here with Mr. Harry, but you got delayed by some monster and that Ms. Fleur was watching over you."

"You were watching us?" Potter asked her French friend, who blushed.

"Watson has a security room in second floor. I don't know how but it tracks both your movements and that of selected BOWs - and yes, I did hear your heart-to-heart earlier." she explained, grinning as Daphne blushed as Emma's uncle stopped before a wide screen showing two similar structures of a colorful ladder twisted multiple times.

"Tell me, what do you see?" Watson asked, crossing his arms as they formed a semi-circle around him. Fleur leaned on the nearby counter while she and Potter grabbed the nearby stools, Emma sitting on the Slytherin's lap.

"They're DNA," Potter replied, tilting his head. "What's so special about them?"

"Err…isn't the DNA some kind of internal vault that keeps our, uh, medical past?" Fleur asked, looking at Potter and Watson. "A friend of my tried explaining it to me once."

"Something like that," Watson explained, shrugging. "Simply put it, it is a book that contains all your recipes to build every single part of your body - down to the very last detail. They contain parts of your parents DNA, embedded in you when you were formed in the womb."

"I know what a DNA is but what has that got to do with all of this?" Potter asked, looking confused. At least he had some sort of idea, Daphne couldn't even follow a single word of what they were talking about.

"Tell me," he asked, completely ignoring his questions. "Can you see any difference between the two?"

Having been staring at the picture far longer than Fleur and Potter, Daphne saw the difference and pointed the one on his right. "There, that dee-n-aye has an extra…uh, ladder ring - the other one doesn't have one."

Watson gave her an annoyed stare. "Congratulations, a pureblood managed to not openly gape at a muggle object and answer correctly." he drawled out, narrowing his eyes at her. "Pat yourself on the back, will you?"

'What's his problem?' she thought, feeling annoyed. It's as if she wasn't worth his time and belittles her every chance he got - actions that felt strangely familiar yet she couldn't tell where she'd seen it.

"As our pureblood graciously pointed out, the DNA on the right has an additional pair not found on the left DNA." Watson explained, tapping on the right picture. "Because that's the DNA of a magical human."

Potter shot him an incredulous look, even a surprised Fleur leaned in closer. "Are you telling us that you have mapped out a Wizard's DNA?" the French asked, turning her heads towards him. "And that particular thing is what separates a muggle and a magical DNA?"

When he nodded, Potter gave a low whistle. "Damn…" he muttered, looking impressed. "I know they just managed to map out the DNA but Merlin, this is impressive."

"I have mapped fully mapped the Magical DNA for the past two years - but let's not focus on that matter." he continued, encircling something on the screen and enlarged it. "Now, tell me what do you see?"

This time, Fleur was the one who spotted it. "This one," she pointed out. "The Muggle DNA always pairs the strand as Red-Green and Blue-Yellow - never Green-Blue or Yellow-Red."

Watson nodded, grinning. "I'll spare you the scientific terms but the thing about Magical DNA is it's gender specific - the Green-Blue pair is always found in a Wizard's DNA while the Yellow-Red is for a Witch's DNA."

"But what does that pair mean? Does it give us magic?" Potter asked, only to get a nod from the doctor. "Wait, you're serious?"

"I am." he replied, looking serious. "Conventional science states that the two pairing is impossible - they don't have the correct bonding pairs to begin with but for some reason, something forces them to bond."

"Uh...this is nice and all, but what does this actually mean?" Daphne asked, feeling embarrassed. Watson was trying to point out something and she had no idea what that point was. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Obviously, you're a pureblood." Watson commented dryly, giving her an indifferent look. By now, Fleur was looking uncomfortable while Potter was narrowing his eyes at the doctor. "I'm explaining this to you because it heavily focuses on the next topic."

Swiping the screen, Watson brought back another DNA. "This is Emma's DNA but I want you to focus on the Yellow-Red pair." he said, pointing to it. Looking closely, Daphne noticed there was something black that connected the Yellow and Red strands to each other. "The black that links the two - that's the Maledictus in genetic form."

Now that caught her attention. "In fact, as far as my research has discovered," he continued, tapping on the black spot. "This is the exact same spot where the magical curses will reside."

"Is there any way to remove it?" Fleur asked, arms crossed. "I mean, I don't think traditional magical remedies are going to cut it."

The doctor snorted, amused. "Obviously, potions aren't going to cut it." he replied, shaking his head. "The Maledictus is hardcoded into the person's body - unlike typical illnesses, curses that affect the genetic makeup have to remove by rewriting the entire DNA of a person - potions only work on a superficial level."

"So, how exactly are you going to remove it?" Potter asked, looking confused.

Watson swiped again, this time showing another two DNA pictures. "Tell me, do you know what these two are?" he asked them, everyone shaking their head. "The one on the left is Lycanthropy, the right is the T-Virus."

"Now hold up," Potter exclaimed, standing up. "Are you telling us that Lycanthropy and T-Virus are the same?"

The doctor shook his head. "Lycanthropy and T-Virus have a similar genetic structure but have completely different chemical and biological makeup." he replied. "Lycanthropy is basically a natural version of the T-Virus, without any man-made interference."

"So you're saying that Mother Nature made its own version of the T-Virus?" Fleur asked, looking incredulous.

Watson nodded, crossing his arms. "You have to understand, the T-Virus originally came from a plant. When Spencer and I were making the T-Mage virus, she-"

"'You and Spencer'?" Potter cut, glaring at him. "You helped her make this virus that's running around here?"

"Yes."

Everyone looked at him, horrified. He said in the most casual way possible Daphne could think of, completely unapologetic of his actions. "How...how could you!" Fleur screamed in anger, smashing her hand on the tabletop as Emma shook in fear in Daphne's embrace. "Were you responsible as well for the Incliner Outbreak?"

"No, that was Spencer's doing." he replied, turning around as he shuffled some papers behind him. "She didn't even inform me about that test until a day after it happened. Rest assured, had I've known, I would have stopped it with all my powers."

"That's doesn't exclude the fact that were facing a limited outbreak here in Hogwarts!" Potter exclaimed in anger. "Why in the world did you even think of helping her?"

Instead of answering, Watson merely raised his arm and pointed at her. "What...what has my family done to you?" Daphne asked, shocked and confused.

"Your family - nothing." he replied, his eyes filled with deep resentment and anger. "Your Blood Supremacy ideology...now we're talking."

Watson suddenly seemed to age up as he sighed. "Did you know I got twelve Os in my NEWTs?" he told them bitterly. "A hundred percent in all my tests, even got the highest academic honors the school could give - fat lot that did to me in life."

"Here I was, an eager Ravenclaw graduate with the highest marks, applying for a position in St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries as a medical research and did you know what they gave me?" he asked rhetorically. "A potion brewer for Second Floor - A FUCKING POTION BREWER!

"I originally thought I needed to work my way up, so I did my best - brewed the correct potions, manage to hasten the healing process of some of the patients, and even correctly diagnosed a patient when none of the healers could. Yet I stayed as a potion brewer for five fucking years...until Rita Skeeter came."

"God bless her soul," he praised, smiling brightly. "She released an article confirming that the St. Mungo's director at that time was a Blood Supremacist and would favor average pureblood over competent muggleborns and halfbloods. It was such a huge scandal that the director resigned in shame and took her life a year after.

"The aftermath was even worse." he continued, his eyes full of hate. "They tried appointing us muggleborn in high positions, giving us grants, and all that jazz just to make up for all the mistakes they made. By then, I was completely disillusioned with the entire wizarding world - if they could do this here, where else could they be doing it?

"They actually had the audacity to give me the directorship of the hospital." he said, scoffing. "You know what I did - I gave them the finger, told them that there will be always be people who will look down on my kind no matter how good we were, and gave them my resignation letter. Caused another scandal but I didn't give a shit - I was done with everything.

"That's when Spencer approached me, offering me a job at Umbrella because she wanted to enter magical medical market and needed people like me who can make the two sides work together - I just told her when do I start." he ended, glaring at her with all the hate he could muster.

"This whole thing - the Mage Series virus, Umbrella's experimentation on magic, everything I'm doing here - is all because YOU PUREBLOODS!" Watson screamed, scaring everyone in the room. "Couldn't look past the blood in your veins!"

With tears in her eyes, Daphne ran away, feeling the judging eyes follow her. Next thing she knew, she was flat on the floor near the entrance. Hugging her knees, she leaned back at the wall and let her tears fall down. Everything that Watson said hurt her to the very core - because in the end, every single word he said was correct.

The Greengrass family, though dark in nature, tried to play itself as a progressive family but they were like any pureblood out there - they thought they were far more superior to muggleborns. She knew Father would choose a halfbloods over a muggleborns if he was given an option (even if the latter was far better than the former). Though she was friends with Tracy and regularly went out to explore the Muggle World, she still saw 'her kind' as far more superior over the Muggles (no matter how many times she stared in amazement to all their contraptions). It even filled her with shame as she recalled all the jokes she did on muggleborns.

"Daphne?" a small voice asked. "Are you ok?"

Wiping out the tears in her eyes, the Slytherin smiled sadly as Emma walked towards her slowly. "He-hey," she hiccupped, patting the floor beside her. "I'm...I'm not really sure."

"I'm sorry about all the bad things Uncle Jonny told you." the girl apologized, giving Daphne some small comfort.

She ruffled brunette's hair, much to Emma's annoyance. "Don't be, what your uncle said...what he said was correct." Daphne replied shamefully. "I...I always thought it was correct, that a pureblood is better than those who aren't born like that."

"That's stupid." Emma replied bluntly, looking at her serious. If their discussion wasn't so serious, she would have laughed at how funny Emma's face looked like. "Daddy said that I should only hate people if they did something wrong to me and didn't apologize, not because of who they are."

Daphne chuckled - who knew Filch was so wise. "Your daddy seems such a smart man." she replied, smiling softly at her. Emma smile and was about to reply, only clutch her stomach and scream in pain. "Emma!"

"Da-Daphne…" Emma moaned, fidgeting in pain as Daphne picked her up. She gasped upon seeing the shaking hand slowly become furry. "It...it hurts!"

Rushing downstairs, she heard Potter and Watson arguing over something, Fleur standing by with a frown on her face. "Hey," she shouted, getting her attention. "I think the Maledictus is acting up!"

"Put her there!" Watson ordered loudly, pointing to a bed by the corner with some machines beside it. "Quickly!"

Depositing her, Daphne stepped back as Emma's uncle began inspecting her, hooking wires from the machine on the girl in pain. "Are you alright?" Potter asked her quietly, looking worried.

She shook her head. "I deal with Watson's accusations later, we have Emma to worry about." she replied as Watson injected something into Emma. "Will she be okay?"

"For now," Watson answered, looking tired. "But the suppressant only works for so long. Thankfully, the cure is ready but it needs last two ingredients I wasn't able to get."

"What and where?" Daphne demanded, surprising everyone - even Watson looked like he didn't expect her to ask. Sighing, she crossed her arms and stared at the doctor's eyes. "Look, you hate me for what I represent and I'm hurt over what you said but right now, Emma needs us. So you're going to tell me what you need to make that damn cure and Potter and I are going to get it.

Stunned silence followed her declaration and for a moment, she thought she made a mistake. "Ri-right! Fo-follow me," Watson stuttered, dashing to the stairs.

The trio followed him, entering one of the rooms in Floor 2. It was a medium size room, divided into three parts: an office-looking corner, an area with a single bed and nightstand with a door towards the bathroom, and a kitchenette and dining room folded into one.

"Okay, I'm...uh, I just need a Mandrake Restorative Draught and a special Arklay Herb to make a rainbow powder." Watson began, picking up some papers and shuffling them. "They're the last two ingredients for the cure."

"I have a Rainbow Pill with me." Potter offered, rummaging through his pocket.

Watson shook his head. "No, the particular powder I need has to be freshly made and grown in a magical environment." he replied, giving him a still (but colored) picture of the herb. "I gifted one to Professor Sprout when I started working for Umbrella and it's by the East Wing."

Turning to Daphne, he handed her a piece of paper. "Ever since the Basilisk debacle, Professor Snape has been stocking some in his Private Office in the Slytherin Dorm. I'm not sure if you know it already but just in case, here you go."

Snapping his fingers, he dashed to a corner as Daphne pocketed the slip of paper. "How about you Fleur, are you coming?" Daphne asked her friend.

Shaking her head, she pointed at Emma. "I'll stay here and watch over the two." Fleur replied, giving her a smile. "Besides, I'll get lost if we ever separate."

"You can still help them out, Ms. Fleur." Watson pointed out, announcing his arrival with a metal case in hand. Laying it on the table and opening it, he gave them each a black rectangular device with an earpiece (similar to Potter's mobile). "You can man the Security Room and help them avoid any dangers while communicating with each other via the radio."

"Here, let me help you." Potter offered, seeing Daphne inspect the device. Blushing, she handed the radio (though it didn't look like the radio she was used to, she chalked it up to being a muggle thing) and he pressed some buttons before handing it back to her. "Attach it to your hips and make sure the earpiece is properly fitted on your ear."

"There, happy?" she replied, smirking as she applied strong Sticking and Protection Charms on both the earpiece and radio. The Gryffindor merely shook his head in amusement before doing the same. "Copycat…"

Potter shook his head as the four separate ways - Watson headed downstairs to monitor Emma, Fleur entered the 'security room', and they went up to the entrance. "Testing, can you hear me?" Fleur's voice filtered through the earpiece.

"We hear you, Fleur." he replied, pressing the earpiece. "Can you hear me?"

Daphne copied Potter's actions. "I'm doing this right?" she added nervously. "Right?"

Fleur chuckled. "Yes Daph, I hear you." she replied as they neared the metal doors. "Corridor's clear, you're good to exit the lab."

"Ready?" Potter asked, his hand on the green button by the doorway.

"Ready." Daphne confirmed, raising her wand arm. 'You're going to be fine, Emma - I promise."

AWESOME NOTES AND NOTIFICATIONS:

Hello again!

I apologize for the delayed update, I had some errands to run last Sunday. Anyway, here is the new chapter and I hope I did justice to how I portrayed everyone here.

Now, some readers pointed out that it was Filch and not Flinch - admittedly, it does make the entire story funny. However, I do plan to change that but not right now. Once the story is done, I'll upload the final, edited version for everyone - I'm just waiting to see where my mistakes are then make sure that when this story is over, it'll be the clean version future readers will see.

On the monsters - Polishers: Yes, I made them House Elves for the sake of not just using regular humans as changed versions. I actually wanted Dobby to be some kind of Hybrid Licker that still retained his intelligence but in a convoluted way - wanting to serve the 'Great Harry Potter' by killing all his enemies and trying to rape Daphne but I disregarded that plot line as it was way too dark for me to write.

TO THE REVIEWS:

comodo50: Thank you! Unfortunately, no as Spencer is jamming Hogwarts in all lines of communications except for one or two that our heroes won't find out until later. As for the RE Crew, they will (well, technically not all of them) appear in the sequel. Thanks as well for the info on Argus Flinch - este, Filch.

.549: Yeah...but I agree - it was funny writing Argus when I was still thinking it was Flinch (the time when I wrote that dialogue of Daphne and Harry talking about Filch made me literally laugh internally).

NEXT UPDATE: MAY 05, 2018

EDITED: 08/06/19