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PRESENTS

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 began.

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Chapter 6: September 2, 1998 | 0150 Hours | Room of Requirements, Hogwarts Dorm

Harry stared at the Slytherin before her with worry. "Hey, you okay?"

"Do I look okay?" Greengrass mumbled without a bite, swirling the soup before her.

"We're worried, Daph." Fleur said as she arrived with a tray of hot food. "You've been swirling that soup while we're in our second heaping."

Casting a Muffling Charm on them, he cleared his throat. "What happened downstairs, Greengrass?" Harry asked, concerned. "Your comments to Emma made us worry."

Indeed, when Emma asked where Watson was, Greengrass merely hugged the girl and said, "Your uncle will be sleeping forever, Emma and he told me to tell you he loves you so much." The child merely shrugged but Harry and Fleur exchanged looks - Greengrass killed Watson but why? Thankfully, they were having this conversation with Emma fast asleep nearby, Mrs. Norris cuddling her.

"Watson somehow got the Maledictus Curse - don't ask me how, I have no idea." Daphne answered sadly. "He gave me all his research notes before asking me to kill him."

"And you did." Harry stated without judgment, getting a nod.

"I did and I feel like an arsehole for doing so." Greengrass replied miserably. ""Am I a murderer?"

"Does the Wizarding World have laws on euthanasia?" Harry asked. He knew the debate on mercy killings was kind of a hot button topic in the muggle world but he had no idea when it came to magic.

The two girls nodded. "It depends on certain cases," Greengrass explained, eating a scoop of soup. "But the Ministry - or rather, the pureblood families - is very strict about it given the decline of magical births happening."

"Same goes for the French Ministry," Fleur added. "Though ours makes sure that both the patient and their family agree to the idea."

"There you go!" Harry pointed out. "We can argue that what you did to Watson was an act of mercy."

Greengrass was silent, contemplating on his words. "We can deal with it later." she decided with finality. "What's our next move?"

"We bring the fight to Spencer." Harry stated, grinning. Thankfully, Watson had shown Fleur where Spencer was hiding while the two of them were running around Hogwarts. "She somehow built a hideout underneath the boathouse by the Great Hall - Fleur knows how to get in."

"We smash our way in and wrest control from Spencer before calling in the cavalry." Fleur continued. "Let's just hope she has a phone in it."

Greengrass snorted. "Who are we calling, the Ministry?"

"No we're calling…" Harry began before recalling a memory.

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"I want you to take this." Sirius said with a grin as he gave Harry a mirror as they stood in the living room of Grimmauld Place.

Taking one look at the mirror, he raised a brow. "Okay…"

"Now," his Godfather began as he held up a similar mirror. "I want you to say my name as you look at it. I'll be outside, okay?"

Harry looked at him weirdly as he left the living room but complied. "Sirius Bl-Holy shit!" he exclaimed as he saw said person grinning madly at him. "What in Merlin's name is this!"

Sirius laughed loudly. "It's a little thing your dad and I cooked up back in the day, whenever we're given separate detentions." He replied. "Think magical mobiles but only for calls. Now, you can call me anytime you need tips in dating, sex, foo-"

"SIRIUS!"

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"...bloody fuck, I'm an idiot." Harry finished, smashing his head on the table. He then proceeded to tell what his godfather had given him before he left for Hogwarts.

"We were in the Gryffindor Tower earlier, Potter." Greengrass deadpanned. "You couldn't have remembered it then?"

"Enough!" Fleur cut firmly. "We can bicker about this later. Now we won't have to worry if Spencer has a phone or not."

Greengrass sighed, pursing her lips. "Fine, what now?"

"We rest." Harry stated, yawning. "We've been awake for almost 24 hours - I think we can all use the rest."

Greengrass stretched her arms out, yawning. "Agreed," she said, standing up. "I'll sleep with Emma."

The two watched her spoon Emma before falling asleep quickly, Mrs. Norris snuggling Emma. "She's not telling us something," Fleur pointed out as Harry ended the Muffling Charm.

Harry nodded, giving her a look. "Give her time, Fleur." he cautioned. "Unlike the two of us, this is the first Bioterror Attack she experienced."

The French veela sighed. "I guess…" she replied, pursing her lips. "Can…can I ask about Raccoon City?" When he nodded, Fleur took a deep breath. "Did…did you ever kill an uninfected person?"

"Yeah, I did." Harry replied, remembering Irons. "The Police Chief kidnapped Sherry and I in the middle of an apocalypse."

"You were kidnapped?"

"Irons was a loony, the stress of the entire thing getting to him." he recalled, wincing. "Enough to try and stuff the mayor's daughter if I hadn't killed him."

Seeing Fleur's shocked expression, Harry laughed. "Not kidding, that was his plan. I'm just glad Sherry and I managed to save Kat before Irons could actually kill her."

"I see…"

"You killed someone, didn't you?" he stated a moment later, getting a nod.

"He...he was going to rape me." Fleur replied quietly, suddenly looking small. "We…we were looking for food when he jumped me. It happened so fast that the next thing I knew, he was clutching his face screaming while both my hands were on fire."

She shivered, as if remembering it. "I…a BOW heard the scream and…and I ran away." she muttered shamefully, crying. "I didn't…"

"Hey, it's okay - you survived and that's what counts." Harry replied, moving beside her to comfort her. "Things like this happen in Bioterror Attacks and you responded the best you could - trust me, I could tell you the stories Claire showed me one time I interned for TerraSave."

Fleur sniffed. "Really?"

He nodded, remembering all the stories that sent shivers down his spine. "You're a survivor, Fleur, always remember that." he repeated firmly. "Now, get some sleep, we're going to need it."

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Contrary to what they've believe, Daphne merely closed and tried to sleep. Instead she had to overhear Potter and Fleur's conversation, thinking over how both had to kill a person just to survive the attack. Granted, she had killed someone as well…but hers was more of a request rather than a necessity. "Knut for your thoughts?" Potter asked, startling her. The two were waiting by the doorway for Fleur and Emma, looking for a cat carrier for Mrs. Norris. "You have this sad look on your face ever since you woke up."

She sighed, not even arguing about it. It was already 5:30 in the morning, with the sun coming up in the eastern sky (at least according to the cameras). "I overheard your conversation last night." she replied truthfully. "You two have it worse than I have."

"And there are more people who had it worse." he countered, crossing his arms. "Don't over think this Greengrass, we're surviving and that's what matters."

"What matters?" Fleur asked as she and Emma arrive, the child wearing a pink backpack with a circular window.

"Greengrass being dramatic," Potter replied, yelping when she slapped him. Hard. "Ow!"

"Stow it, Potter." Daphne deadpanned before turning to Emma. "You ready, squirt?"

"Yeah!" Emma exclaimed happily before pouting. "I just wish Uncle Jonny would wake up and say goodbye."

Daphne shuffled, crouching before Emma. "Emma…" she began, trying to recall how Aunt Sansa broke it to her and Tori when their mother died. "Watson's…Watson's never going to wake up, Emma."

"Like Mommy?"

She paused, not sure if she should say that Mrs. Norris is her mother. "But…" she said instead, changing the subject. "He did give me a letter he wants you to read when you're ten."

Emma gaped. "But that's five years from now!" she whined, pouting. Daphne laughed and merely ruffled her head before standing up.

"Alright, here's the plan." Potter began, hefting his shotgun. "We head for the Gryffindor Tower to get my mirror, I contact Sirius to inform the French Ministry and the BSAA, we head for Spencer's hideout, kick her ass, and get everyone out of here."

"How are the French going to help?" Daphne asked, curious as the metal doors slid open, Potter rushing out to check the hallway. "And this BSAA for that matter?"

"Set up an extraction point, get as many survivors out, then sweep and clean." Fleur stated as they single filed out of Watson's lab. "I take it the BSAA has something far more concrete?"

Potter nodded as he led them towards the Grand Staircase. "In our situation, BSAA would use the Raccoon Protocol." he replied as they went down it. "It has three phases: Stake, Extract, Clean.

"Phase 1 is Stake, where BSAA is mobilized to quarantine the area around the Bioterror Attack within three days. They try to make sure nobody except them enters or exits the surrounding area - survivors are quarantined upon reaching the lines, checked for infection, and the wounded treated for injuries. Meanwhile, fireteams nicknamed Raiders are sent into secure safe zones within the immediate area for use during Phase 2.

"Once Phase 1 is complete, Phase 2 begins." Potter continued as they reached the sixth floor. "Raiders begin combing the affected area for survivors and redirect or escort them to the safe zones set up during Phase 1 for quarantine. Meanwhile, those quarantined during Phase 1 are released if they're considered 'clean' by BSAA. If not…more bodybags."

"What's a bodybag?" Emma then asked, surprising them all. Daphne shot Potter a look while Fleur just laughed, muttering something about a grave.

At least Potter had the decency to look sheepish, that cute grin of his appearing on his face. "Err...you remember the monsters chasing us right now?" he tried, getting a nod from Emma. "Well…that's where we put them so they won't chase us anymore."

'Nice save,' Daphne thought as Emma seemed to accept that definition. "Phase 3 is they cleanse the entire place, I take it?" Fleur asked as they left the fifth floor.

Potter nodded as they reached the Fat Lady. "Diagonalley." he said as the painting swung outward. He let them enter first, Emma gasping in wonder as she gazed into the room as he closed the door. "More or less. Now wait here, let me just get that damn mirror."

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"So...how does it work?" Greengrass asked, staring at the mirror on his hand.

"Watch and learn, ladies." Harry said, grinning as he held it before him. "Sirius Black!"

Nothing happened. "SIRIUS BLACK!" he shouted again, his godfather still not appearing. The girls tried to stifle their laughter as he glared back, hoping Sirius didn't give him a gag gift. "SIRIU-"

"Merlin Harry, I heard you the first time!" Sirius exclaimed angrily, rubbing his eyes as he appeared in the mirror. "You just had to cockblock me, you know?"

Harry groaned as Greengrass covered Emma's ears immediately. "Seriously, you're having sex the moment I'm out of the house?"

"Oi, man talk later Harry!" Fleur burst out, slamming the door shut. "Argus is downstairs!"

"HAHAHAHA!" Sirius laughed loudly, grinning at him. Harry mentally cursed, trying to think on how they were going to get out. "Is that a girl wi-"

"Sirius!" Harry cut angrily, getting a laugh from his godfather. "Listen, remember that place you picked me up this summer? I need you to go there and tell the receptionist that there's a Level 3 Outbreak in Hogwarts."

"Who's the girl-"

"SHUT IT!" Harry shouted, glaring at him to shut up. Surprisingly, it worked - his godfather was too shocked to continue. "If anyone ask who told you this, tell them you're Agent Griffin's godfather - Director O'Brian will take care of the rest."

Immediately ending the call, he turned toward Greengrass and Fleur. "Any ideas?"

Their Slytherin companion growled angrily while Fleur shook her head sadly. "I'm open to yours."

Harry was about to say no when he paused. 'It might just work…' "Either of you know how to fly a broom?" he asked, getting them to raise their hands.

'Thank God I have five extra in my truck.' "Accio Three Emergency Brooms!" Harry casted, three Cleansweep Seven flew out of the dorms and landed before him. "Get one and be ready to fly out."

"I…I may have an idea." Greengrass replied with a gleaming look in her eyes before whipping out her wand and casting what he thought would be the most powerful Blasting Curse he has ever seen. The wall before them was immediately replaced with a large hole, the smell of morning dew filtering into the air.

"That's…one way of out of here." Fleur commented, snapping Greengrass out of her flustered (yet strangely cute) look.

"We'll deal with it later, mount your brooms." Harry said, mounting his. "Come on, let's go."

They quickly flew out of the Gryffindor hole, getting to the boathouse in record time. Thankfully, the BOWs were far enough that they didn't get attacked upon dismounting. "Look for the Umbrella sign!" Fleur ordered as they entered. "It acts as an elevator button."

"Found it!" Harry shouted, immediately spotting the red and white logo of the Umbrella Corp. Pressing it, the patch of floor he was on started going down. "Shit, everyone get on!"

"You said a bad word!" Emma exclaimed as he made space so all of them could fit.

"Ow!" Harry protested when Greengrass slapped him on the shoulders. "What was that for?"

"Apologize." the Slytherin ordered sternly. At his bewildered expression, she titled her head towards Emma, who was looking at Harry expectantly. "Good people don't say bad words, right Emma?"

Seeing Emma nod, Harry sighed as the floor stopped lowering in front of a metal door. "Sorry for saying the bad word, Emma." he apologized as the door slid open, revealing a long, empty corridor with a door at the end. "Alright, everyone behind me."

They slowly walked down, Harry leading the group with his shotgun out. Upon reaching the door, he looked back at his companions before slowly opening it to reveal... "This…this is unexpected." he muttered as they entered.

"What were you expecting?" Fleur asked in confusion, looking around.

"Well…" Harry began, staring at the room that looked like it belonged at an exotic five-star hotel in Dubai, complete with a bed, 12-inch TV, a table for two, romantic lights, and a fridge. "I was expecting a villainous lair."

Seeing their confused looks, Harry continued. "You know…throne-like chair, evil atmosphere, probably a bit of lava here or there, and Spencer giving an evil smile - that sort of thing?"

"But that's too cliché!"

Suddenly, all three of them pointed their weapons at the image of a pouting Spencer and a handsome, Englishman sitting by the table. "Evil liars are so boring and stuffy."

"Mary…" the man warned, sounding like someone from a noble family.

"You know it's true, Jake." Spencer countered, smiling Harry. "Harry dear already listed them out."

The man shot them an embarrassed smile. "Apologies for my wife, she can be a handful. Jacob Johnson, pleasure to meet you." he said, offering his hand. When he didn't take on it, he laughed. "Silly me, I'm a hologram so you won't be able to shake it."

"What do you want?" Harry asked bluntly.

"I like you - straight to the point." Johnson replied, grinning. "Very well, I'll take your offer: I'm here to reward you."

"Why would you reward Harry?" Emma asked, confused. "Oh, hi Mary, Jacob!"

"Harry dear here helped me a lot, Emma honey." Spencer replied sweetly. "And you remember what your daddy and Uncle Jonny told you about people helping you, right?"

Emma's face lit up. "You should always pay them for their help!" she recalled proudly.

"You get the chocolate, Emma!" Johnson exclaimed happily. "Now, why doesn't Ms. Greengrass bring you to that tiny room over there to eat and read there?"

"That sounds like a wonderful idea, Jake!" Spencer added, smiling widely. "We also need to have to adult talk with your friends Emma, so Daphne dear is going to cast a spell so you won't hear us, okay?"

"That sounds wonderful." Harry said, warily eying the two. "Greengrass?"

Although it looked like she didn't like it, Greengrass led Emma to the room Spencer pointed out and casted a Muffling Charm. "What do you want?" Fleur asked, arms crossed as Daphne returned.

"We have a couple things to discuss, actually." Johnson replied, steeping his fingers and crossing his legs.

"First off, we want you to make sure Emma won't be dragged into this Bioterror Business we all have going until she's 20." Spencer began, turning serious for once. "Once 20, she is set to inherit the ownership of Tricell Corp - a company Watson created and we help fund discreetly."

"Wait, Watson created Tricell?" Harry asked, surprised. That company was making waves as the leading pharmaceutical company in the world, toppling Umbrella. "I thought the three of you used Umbrella only?"

"Tricell has no ties to any of this." Johnson stated firmly, narrowing his eyes at him. "Everything we used - money, research, equipment - are all Umbrella."

"But-"

"Potter!" Greengrass growled before glaring at the two. "She's already dragged into this because of you!"

"No, Watson was the one who dragged her into it." Spencer corrected. "Besides, consider it compensation for all the problems Emma would face in the future."

"And leaving a multi-billion, global company for her to manage is the way to go?" Harry pointed out.

"Tricell is the future of pharmaceutical medicine." Spencer stated firmly. "With Emma at the head, it will become the leading figure in magical and non-magical medicine."

Now Harry was confused - from the very start, he had believed that Spencer was as crazy as Wesker, calling for a new dawn of humanity. But now… "What's your agenda?" he asked finally, looking at the two firmly.

The couple exchanged looks, suddenly looking tired. "We want to change the world, Harry dear - the Wizarding world to be precise."

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"We want to change the world, Harry dear - the Wizarding world to be precise." Spencer declared boldly.

Daphne blinked in surprise, not expecting that statement. "...why?" she asked incredulously. "No - seriously, why?"

Johnson gave her an unimpressed look. "How are those who came from the non-magical world treated here, Ms. Greengrass?"

'Oh…' she realized. "You want to be treated as something equal - not as a mud on someone's boot."

"As equals - not something equal, there's a difference, Daphne dear." Spencer corrected, smirking. "To do that, we needed to prove that the non-magical world is way more advance than magic."

"Bio-Organic Weapons." Potter guessed, frowning. "Because wizards won't be able to understand how a single drop of this virus could turn someone into a dangerous monster."

"Correct." Johnson said, smiling. "And when all hope is lost, muggle technology barges in with something to fix it, making-"

"-making the entire magical world realize that muggles aren't backwards but far more advance." Fleur guessed as shock colored her face.

"Which is why you're using Umbrella as a fall guy to make sure it doesn't blow up when Tricell steps in." Potter continued. "I'm not sure whether to be impress or not at what you did."

"I'll go for impressed," Daphne commented, realizing what they were playing. With Umbrella, a company with a history of doing such things, taking the blame, this Tricell would be seen as saviors and nobody would see the connection the two had. Not only that, the Wizarding World would see how dangerous and powerful muggles could be if they can create and cure a virus of this magnitude. "Well played, well played indeed."

"I'm surprised, Ms. Greengrass," Johnson said, looking at her critically. "I would have thought you would be the first to be offended by this."

"Oh I'm offended by this." she replied, snorting. "But after going through the shit you gave me, I think it's high time we magicals remove the stick out of our arses."

All that was true - everything Watson told her and her journey with Potter made her realize that the non-magical world has many more things to offer and, in the end, that the magical society would need in the future. "Don't worry about Emma's future, I'll take care of it - you have my world as a Greengrass."

Everyone was silent, surprise and shock evident on their faces. "I…thank you, Daphne." Spencer said sincerely, her smug voice absent. "I hope you and Harry can find a way to cure your sister."

"This doesn't make us friends, understood?" Daphne stated firmly.

Spencer laughed at the notion. "Wouldn't think of it, Daphne dear."

"You do realize I gave an oath to kill you, Spencer." Potter pointed out, looking unamused.

"We will pay for our sins, Mr. Potter," Johnson answered, lovingly holding his wife's hand. "What better way to go out than by being hunted by the 'Boy Who Lived Twice'?"

"I've made my bed, Harry dear," Spencer answered, smiling. "You'll get your due."

Fleur chuckled, no doubt amused with everything that transpired. "You two had us on the first half, not gonna lie."

"What's the other things you wanted to ask us?" Potter asked, looking curious.

"Almost forgot about that!" Spencer replied, clapping his hands together. "Check that chest over there."

What the Gryffindor brought out was something Daphne had seen once in a movie Tracy forced her to watch once, about a…robot sent from the future to protect a child who would send said robot back into the past to protect him. Honestly, that movie was weird - there was a lot of explosions, fighting, and boring lines that went over her head but Tracy seemed to love it. "You're giving me a minigun?"

"It's called a Magical Energy Weapon - MEW in short." Johnson corrected. "It transforms the surrounding magical energy -"

"-it's a magical laser minigun." Spencer interrupted, smirking. "After all, you're going to need something to clear a path for BSAA, right?"

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"I fucking hate Spencer." Harry announced as the elevator stopped. Thankfully, the boathouse and its steps were warded, preventing the BOWs from entering - problem was, they were blocking the path to the Great Hall.

Greengrass sighed, shooting him an unamused look as they exited the boathouse. "I think we established that since this whole debacle began, Potter."

"Did Mary do something wrong?" Emma asked, looking at him. "And you said a bad word!"

"I'll give you a knut later, Emma." Harry replied tiredly, hefting his Featherweight Charmed MEW. "Be ready to run."

Before the conversation ended, Spencer had said that she installed a BOW signal emitter just above the Great Hall doors. While it might hold against a horde of zombies drawn to the signal, she wasn't sure if the doors would hold against G-Argus to the trio's horror. "Ready," Fleur said, carrying Emma while wearing Mrs. Norris' cat carrier backpack.

"FUCK YOU SPENCER!" Harry roared as he mowed down the mini horde of BOWs as he walked out of the warded area. Behind him, Greengrass finished off any stragglers that he missed while Fleur waited for the signal.

"Go!" she ordered Fleur and Emma once the area was clear, the two running quickly towards the entrance of the Great Hall, the two of them bringing up the rear.

Thankfully, Spencer kept her word and the doors opened into the Great Hall, allowing them all to enter it before Harry slammed it shut. "Fucking hell yes," he exclaimed, dropping the MEW on the ground after backing away from the doors. "We-"

He was cut short as he was suddenly tackled by Ron and Hermione. "Damnit Harry, don't ever scare us again!" she reprimanded him before pulling him into another tight hug. Greengrass herself was tackled by her sister while Tracy ('Where did she get that armor?') looked at him and gave a small nod of thanks.

"Yeah mate," Ron quipped, looking relieved. "I get you have healing powers now but don't push it, yeah?"

"Wait, what?" Harry asked, bewildered. Looking around, he saw the tables and benches were now placed in a three-tiered defensive position with heavily armored students standing guard with shields out. "How did that happen?"

"Spencer televised everything you did." Hermione replied sadly. "And I mean everything."

"EVERYTHING?" Greengrass screamed, Astoria and Tracy wincing at the volume.

"Only until you four entered the boathouse." Tracy replied, making him sigh in relief. "What happened back there?"

"Too complicated to explain in detail right now." Harry said. 'Not a lie but…close enough.'

"Where's Daddy?"

'Fuck…' Harry swore mentally. He hadn't even discussed how to break it to Emma that Argus was the one chasing her since last night. Suddenly, after spotting the man that indirectly killed his parents, he had a brilliant idea. "Professor Snape!" he said joyfully, pushing his way to clap him on the back rather forcibly. "So good of you to join us!"

Holding him tightly, he dragged him before Emma, noting how he was squirming. "Why don't you tell Emma where her father is, professor." he said with a touch of hate in his tone, drawing gasp from those around him. "After all, you seem good at revealing the hiding place of people."

Silence - complete and utter silence followed after Harry made his declaration loudly. If what Hermione said was true, then everyone saw the incident with the tape recorder - sure, he made a promise not to punch the slimy git to Greengrass but that didn't mean he had the right to make his life miserable. "Fleur, I need that mirror." he stated coldly, shoving Snape forward as he headed away from them. "I need to check in on Sirius."

"Was that really necessary?" Greengrass asked, her sister following her as the two march to where Fleur stood.

"Necessary, no - for revenge, yes." he replied as Fleur handed the mirror, looking slightly amused. "Sirius Black."

"Harry!" his godfather exclaimed, slightly disheveled but otherwise awake. "Is-"

"Have you contacted O'Brian yet?" Harry cut in, no mood for games.

Instead of answering, Sirius was replaced with the face of the calm-looking Director Clive O'Brian. "Director, aren't you a sight for sore eyes." he said happily. "Sitrep?"

"Dragon Flight's in the AO, waiting for the signal." O'Brian replied. "Once we get everyone portkeyed, we're pulling out."

That surprised Harry - pulling out meant Raiders won't have a staging ground when Phase 3 begins. "Sir, if we pull out-"

"I completely understand your concern, Harry." he cut, pursing his lips, clearly displeased with the order. "Minister Fudge, on the other hand, has ordered me to abandon Hogwarts once we have everyone out."

Biting his lips, Harry nodded before handing it back to Fleur. "Fleur, give the frequency we're using for the radio." he ordered, grabbing his MEW from the ground. "Follow his instructions while I clear out the LZ."

Greengrass grabbed him by the arm. "I'm going with you." she said fiercely, eyes narrowing.

"Me too Harry!" Ron said, some of the teachers and students voicing their request as well.

Putting his foot down, he shook his head. "No - getting you out is top priority." Harry said firmly, narrowing his eyes at all of them. "If any of you die it's on me. Same goes for you-"

"Potter, Spencer made it personal by forcing me to participate in this test." Greengrass said, eyes blazing with anger. "I'll be damn if I don't see this to the end."

"-Fleur." he ended, amused as the Slytherin blushed furiously upon realizing his talk wasn't aimed at her. "Ready to end this, Greengrass?"

"Sh-shut up!" Greengrass mumbled, still red. Schooling herself, she turned towards her sister. "Tori-"

"Emma's in safe hands, don't worry." Astoria reassured, smiling softly before turning towards him. "House Greengrass owes you a great debt, Potter, for saving my sister."

Harry merely rolled his eyes. 'Pureblood politics...' "Consider it paid once we get out of here." he replied getting a snort from the older Greengrass. "Come on - we got monsters to kill."

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"FULMINATA!" Daphne casted loudly, lighting arching from her wand as it connected with the numerous BOWs running towards them, turning to ash immediately.

Turning around, she saw Potter slam the door shut before pointing his MEW towards another group of BOWs, killing them with a salvo of multicolored spell-shaped lights coming out of the thin barrels of his weapons. "Entrance Hall, now!"

Daphne ran after the Gryffindor, wand at the ready in case any more BOWs pop up. Upon reaching open courtyard, he pulled out his wand and launched a red light into the air. "Agent Griffin, this is Dragon 1-1." a female voice announced over her earpiece. "We see your flare, heading there now."

Suddenly, Daphne started hearing a buzzing sound before a long, metal object that shouldn't be flying appeared into her view. "UH-60 Blackhawk, in case you're wondering." Potter said, seeing her bewildered look. "Pretty cool, huh?"

"It may be black but that does not look like a hawk, Potter." she pointed out, feeling confused. "What is it with Muggles and naming things that doesn't even look like their names? I mean, the minigun isn't tiny!"

He had the audacity to laugh as the Blackhawk hovered several feet above them, releasing two ropes down. Before she could question what they were for, her jaw dropped opened when armored people started sliding down them. "Agent Griffin?" one of them asked loudly as the remaining encircled them, bearing muggle weaponry pointed outwards. "Captain Cooper! Where's the Safe Zone?"

"That way!" she replied, trying to make her voice heard over the loud buzz of Dragon 1-1. "Look for the-"

A loud roar, eerily similar to G-Argus', drowned her response. "GO! We'll draw it away from you!" Potter shouted, pointing Cooper towards the Great Hall. "Dragon 1-1, get out of here now!"

"How are you going to get out?" Captain Cooper asked as his team ran into that direction.

"Leave that to us!" Daphne ordered as the roar got progressively louder and nearer. "Go!"

"Can you AK it?" Potter asked as they faced the direction where the roar was coming from, the Quad to be exact. Seeing her confused look, he continued. "You know, Avada Kedavra - AK."

Before she could retort that was probably the stupidest thing to call the Killing Curse, they hear a loud crash before spotting Argus land on the roof. It roared at them in primal anger, folding its wings before jumping down, cracking the floor as it towered a few feet before them. "Arresto Mumento!" Daphne casted…only for Argus to swat it away. "Well, shit."

"Run?"

"Run."

Argus screamed at them as they immediately ran away, adrenaline pumping into their veins as they tore through the empty Entrance Hall. Thankfully, the BSAA rescue team was already inside the Great Hall, meaning the two of them were the only ones in danger of dying. "To the lake!" Potter screamed, firing off his MEC as she casted a Blasting Curse. "Ask Dragon 1-1 for help!"

"Uh…Dragon 1-1, a little help here!" Daphne shouted, hand pressing on her earpiece, casting a Slippery Jinx on the floor as they exited to the area near the boathouse. "Big BOW after us!"

"Negative ma'am, we got no weapons on board." Dragon 1-1 replied, making the Slytherin cursed as she casted an Exploding Charm on Argus as he fell for her jinx. "We-wait, were getting new contacts!"

"Dragon 1-1, this is Seeker Flight, in bound and hot!" a male voice exclaimed, just as a flight of broomsticks streaked overhead, releasing a volley of red spells on Argus that only annoyed him more.

"Oliver?" Potter asked, surprise in his voice. "What the hell?"

"Tell you later!" their earpiece crackled as the Seeker Flight made another attack run, Argus shrugging them off. "Damnit, our spells won't work!"

"Use a Blasting Curse or Explosion Charm!" she offered, launching a barrage of ice-shaped spikes at Argus. "Or dark spells if you want to!"

Oliver didn't reply but when they passed again, she smirked when she saw the telltale signs of Blasting Curses hurting Argus. "Now were talking!" Potter exclaimed happily, firing off his MEW. "Greengrass, end it now!"

Gathering all the negative emotions she could feel now, she pointed her wand in time as Argus turned towards her. "Avada Kedavra!" Daphne casted, the green light of death hitting Argus directly on his chest. Time stood still as giant BOW stood there, staring silently at her as Potter pointed MEW at the school caretaker. Suddenly, he gave a loud scream of pain as his mutated form started getting smaller and smaller until all that was left was the naked body of Argus Flinch, lying on the ground, dead, eyes wide open.

Creeping slowly up to him, Daphne prodded him with her foot and jumped back, expecting a reaction. "Looks like he's really dead," the Gryffindor commented as he stood beside her. "At least we didn't have to start a cave-in just to kill him."

She was silent, kneeling down to close his eyes. "Rest well, Argus Flinch." she murmured. "...and sorry for the pain we have cost you."

"Griffin, this is Dragon 1-1!" the Blackhawk flyer began frantically. "There's a horde of BOWs rushing into your position - ETA two minutes!"

Indeed, the two could start hearing the cries and screams of the zombies heading for them. "What about the rest?" Daphne asked worriedly, slowly backing to the edge of the lakeside courtyard, the screams and moans getting louder.

"You two are the only ones left!" Dragon 1-1 said hurriedly. "Sit tight, I'm swinging by for an exfil!"

"Here they come!" Potter shouted, firing his MEW as the horde of BOWs streamed out of the Entrance Hall, Daphne rapidly casting spells to thin them out. Dragon 1-1 flew overhead, hovering above the stone railings, enough for them to jump on.

"Run!" the Slytherin screamed, casting one last spell before booking it right behind her Gryffindor companion.

While Potter jumped on board flawlessly, Daphne miscalculated and nearly fell to the lake. Thankfully, he managed to grabbed her hand just as Dragon 1-1 flew away just in time for the BOWs to miss grabbing her leg. "Damn, your heavy!" he jokingly complained as he brought her aboard.

She rolled her eyes and slapped him lightly on the shoulder before collapsing onto the chair, exhausted. "We made it Potter," she breathed, feeling giddy. "We made it!"

Potter chuckled. "Yeah, we did." he agreed, grinning as the Blackhawk flew by the lake, the sun fully rising in the east. "Where we going?"

"There's a temporary FOB a few kilometers away from the ward line!" Dragon 1-1 shouted, Daphne finally spotting where she was seated. "Everyone from Hogwarts is there!"

"Hey, what happens now?" she asked, looking at Potter.

He gave a big sigh. "I have no idea, Greengrass." he replied truthfully. "I guess the first thing I'm doing is sleep."

"A long, hot bath for me," Daphne replied, smiling wistfully. "I'm staying there for at least an hour, soaked in bubbles and warmth."

Potter snorted, looking amused. "Oh course, Greengrass."

"Daphne." she said suddenly, getting a look. "Call me Daphne. After everything, I guess you can start calling me by my first name, Potter."

"Then by that logic, call me Harry." he replied with that cute smirk of his, getting her to roll her eyes. The two lapsed into silence, content they had survived a terrible night. However, both knew this wasn't the end of their troubles with bioterrorism.

No, this was just the beginning of a dangerous future.

AWESOME NOTES AND NOTIFICATIONS:

Your Watch has now ended - and I think this has a better ending than Game of Thrones Season 8 Finale had.

ANYWAY...thank to the 36 people who have this on "favorite" and the 47 people who have this on "follow". Truly, the journey of Devolution has been a hell of a ride - I didn't even plan to write this story yet here we are, at the last chapter of this fic. I hope you do like this ending I gave (which I believe is far better than what Bran the Broken saw and is now experiencing) and the justice that Daphne and Harry wrought on Mary and Jacob Spencer.

Now, before you all clamor for a sequel, I do have a rough idea on what the sequel would be but it won't be by this year - expect it to be published by 2020 at the earliest. Don't fret though, I still plan to write a "reaction" chapter, given Spencer pulled a reality TV on Hogwarts - expect to see the comments of Harry and Daphne's friends, allies, and enemies (it'll also give tiny spoilers of what the Evolution would be).

ONTO THE COMMENTS:

comodo50:

Mrs. Norris was always with Watson since the beginning of this fic, she only chose to appear at that very moment. Backstory is Watson needed to run tests on his sister so she was with him the whole day while Emma was with her dad, not knowing Argus was planning to take Spencer's offer of "getting magic". This is why Emma was wandering the halls of the school and meeting up with Daphne.

Slightly yes to that question but think of it being good at two things but you have a preference over the other. In this case, Harry is more proficient in guns over spells while Daphne has a home-based advantage with magic.

As for an RPG to the face...would you be happy with an AK? I know it's kind of lame but think about it, Chap 5 showed that the AK was magic's version of a Nuke against the virus so Argus was just shot with a magical, low-yield nuke.

I hope my ANN answered your last question, otherwise, wait for the next chapter in...a month? I haven't actually fleshed it out or written it yet so it'll take me a while longer to write it.

GM10: HAPPY BIRTHDAY THEN!

EDITED: 08/06/19