Healing Harry

by Jestrbob

Changes to the story take place between Dumbledore fleeing from Hogwarts and the OWLs. Moderately evil Dumbledore. Marked Mature because the story addresses PSTD and abuse. This is non-canon/ A Divergent Universe. Almost every happens the same up to point of divergence. I have about 4-5 more chapters to edit. They will be posted later.

3. Healing Harry Chapter 3

Healing Harry

/AN and this was where I placed the 3rd split from the original writing. The original chapter was just over 11,000 words. After splitting and editing the word count for the three 19,628 words.

Remember the standard disclaimer, I do not own Harry Potter, Hogwarts or any of the in the books.

So on with the my little story

Chapter 3
I have Been to Visit the Queen

Harry looked at the phone with a grin... "In Three, Two, One, Ring!" followed by the phone beginning to ring.

The Chaplain gave Harry a funny look as he stepped to the desk and picked up the phone's handpiece on the second ring. "Chaplain Morse. Yes. Yes. Yes, Miss Joan. Yes. I will be waiting. She is calling orders into Defense. Ouch! The Base Commander will not be happy with me, but that's his problem, not mine. Thank you, Miss Joan."

The other two people looked in askance.

Chaplain Morse stated. "Miss Joan reported that She, personally, has called Defense HQ ordering transport for three, ASAP. It will take about 5 or so minutes for the official written orders to come down. Someone called ahead and gave the duty officer a heads-up. Another 15-20 to prep the helicopter and brief the crew. Miss Joan said, 'She took one look at the note on her way to breakfast and changed direction in mid-step.' I suggest you both freshen up a bit. We will have less than an hour before we leave for London."

"If you have any more memories which she might need to see. Maybe if we have time, can you get some of them prepped for her before we leave here?" Suggested the Chaplain.

Dan suggested to Harry, "Use memories of specific events would make it easier to tell your story, Harry. You mentioned fighting a basilisk. You mentioned a trial last summer. Include your encounter with the Dementors. Add what she may want to know, along with when what you think she needs to know."

Harry nodded and asked, "Is there a place where I can get a few vials with stoppers. Memories can be stored and viewed later. Maybe a dozen or two? Maybe some of those sticky labels?"

Chaplain Morse simply nodded and picked up and dialed the phone. "Hello, Robby? Chaplain Morse, I need, ASAP, two dozen sterile vials with stoppers with racks. More is better. Charge them to me. Thanks, lad. That's ASAP. It is for a visit to Herself. Chop-chop!"

"They are on the way. I wonder, do you always improvise so well, Harry?" asked Chaplain Morse.

Harry stopped and thought for a second, "I try to plan, but plans fall apart quickly, and I end up improvising, and some people call it my luck. I have made so many bad decisions, all too often it looks like pure luck in the end."

Dan said, "It isn't luck when you work hard to pull things together against all odds. It is called thinking on your feet."

"Be it luck or grace, it doesn't matter. The outcome in the end does." stated the Chaplain.

Harry looked at his watch and thought the Queen. Then, he looked at himself and realized he was dressed casually, not in his best clothing. "Dobby?" and was answered with a pop. The House elf stood waiting. "Dobby, I will need my formal robe from the trial last year. The one with the Potter Crest on it. It is in my trunk. But, please, also bring my dress shoes and slacks and a plain white dress shirt. Dan needs his business suit, I think." While looking at Dan Nodding in agreement. "Tell him which suit, shirt, and shoes, Dan."

Dan nodded and realized how underdressed he was. He quickly gave his request. And within a few minutes, Dobby was back," His Master's formal dress robes and Harry's Mister Granger's suit." Both men made a quick change and returned to the Chaplain's Office. Harry started retrieving memories and labeling them. Some were massive, and others were just short, tiny strands. He sorted them in the rack as he copied them. Then, looking at them, he retrieved a few more and stated, "That may present a better picture for the Queen."

Harry sat nervously for a few minutes and took a deep breath. Then, centering himself, he reached deep within himself and touched his magic allow it to calm him. As he did this, Dobby popped back in and stood holding Gryffindor's Sword in a sheath. "Put this on, Master Harry! Dogfather said, 'All the portraits told him you need to wear this", holding out the Sword of Gryffindor. "It is a symbol of who you are and who you are to become."

Harry struggled for a second with the shoulder strap, and both the Chaplain and Dan Granger came and helped him settle the sword and its sheath over his shoulder. It was lined up, so the lion's head appeared to be looking over his shoulder, and the edge would be away from him when it was drawn.

The Chaplain said, "Nice ceremonial sword."

Harry answered with a snort, "Ceremonial? No. A . .Deadly! I killed Voldemort and a 60-foot Basilisk with it. It belonged to my ancestor. It is mine now. It will come if I call it to aid me in battle or in time of need."

The Chaplain just stood in shocked silence as Harry continued. "Dumbledore attempted to take it from me. It simply disappeared. Then in the Atrium of the Ministry, when I needed it, it appeared. Today, I carry in honor of those who died defending me, my Father, and my Mother. It symbolizes who and what I am, a weapon forged with many blows of a hammer. Those blows shaped and hardening me," Harry said with a bleak and depressing endnote.

The Chaplain said, "Yet, soon, one day in the future, you will need to take off your battle armor and hang up your sword until it is once again needed. The greatest fighter in war needs to become a leader, healer, or teacher in times of peace. The fighter inside o us understands that weeds like war will come to call if peace is not tended as a garden is kept. The world can not stand a magical war. That sheath; those words embellished on it in Welsh and Latin mean the same things' Rwy'n Amddiffyn y Bobl' and 'Et Corporis Defende Populum.' Those simply means 'I Defend the People.' It's the motto of Godric Gryffindor, my grandfather once told me. Do you recall your words as you ended Voldemort? I recall them very well! I heard it in your memory. It wasn't 'I win,' it was 'We Win'! You struck a blow not for yourself but for All of the People."

Before anyone could say anything more, the slow Womp-Womp-Womp of a helicopter warming up was heard.

The phone rang, and the Chaplain answered it. "Chaplain Morse. Yes. I understand. Ten minutes? We will start making our way there now.

I suspect by now the Queen already knows who was here talking to me. She will most likely have a dossier on you both and will have spent the time reading it while we are traveling. Our Queen is a smart cookie, far more intelligent than she lets on. Be honest with her, Harry, and everything will work out."

Harry tapped his hand with the angry red scars, "I can't tell any lies, remember?"

The Chaplain recalled his duty to his mind. He would help this lad as best he could. He would heal in time, he was sure. His personal understanding was that resilience is strongest in the youth. This meeting with the Queen will help her heal the country. Harry would understand her oath over time.

Chaplain Morse understood the Queen not being able to protect her people was troubling to her. It was her sworn duty, and she had been having problems because she could not see the root source of the problem. This lad would help her more than he knew. Maybe she could help heal him as well.

The trio approached the doors leading outside as the base's Duty Officer approached them. "Chaplain, Sir Dan, Mister Potter. I will walk you over to the helipad and sign you both out. May I have your keys? Sargent Danvers will drive your car home for you, Captian Granger, Sir." If both of your turn in your passes, please." spoke the Duty Officer.

The party walked out the doors to the helipad.

Dan said, "Duck slightly, Harry, or you'll get your more than your hair ruffled."

The flight was ready, and before the duty officer left, he stood at attention and saluted, "Thank you, Mister Potter, Grayback killed my father. I read what happened in the Ministry. The Base Commander said to pass to you these words: 'You are welcome here anytime. Your name will be placed on the guard's allowlist'."

Harry thanked the man, ducked his head, and walked to the helicopter's door. Once the door was secured and everyone was strapped into their seat. Then the airship took off with a roar and a single leap into the air beating the atmosphere into submission.

Forty-five minutes later, the helicopter's pilot started a circuitous route over London to make an approach for a landing on Buckingham Place's grounds. The Newsies knew no scheduled inbound flights were listed on the Daily Schedule. So something was up. The press tried to peer through the gate and hedges, trying to discover who was on the unscheduled military chopper. The media alerted their editors, and everyone was ready for some story to break.

The nightly British news only reported that the Queen had canceled or postponed meetings from 10AM-3PM. However, it was reported she had spent that time meeting with three people flown in by a military helicopter. They were listed as being special domestic issue advisors.

The Chaplain, Dan, and Harry were lead into a medium-sized conference room. Once inside the conference room, Harry set up the Pensive and got the 1st memory set to view.

Shortly, the Queen and her entourage entered and were seated. Harry stood behind Dan's chair. The Chaplain recounted the story he was told and what he had seen. The Queen, during this recounting, had her eyes flickering between the three men.

She finally asked, pointing at the basin, "Is that is a projection device for memories? We have read of them. Please demonstrate to Us that We are not wasting Our time."

Harry said, "I prepared a few selected memories. The first memory is the last event. Please excuse me if it is overly graphic. It isn't an edited movie. It is raw, unfiltered memories from the subconscious mind. This part is the core of our memories. It is ugly and graphic in places. "

The Queen simply nodded in understanding and commanded, "Show Us!"

Harry tapped several ruins in

sequence. It started with the memory of six children dismounting from the Thestrals. He let it play until the Queen asked, "Stop and explain what We are seeing and where and when did this happen."

After Harry answered her, "June 18th, early morning hours close to 2:00AM". She said, "Continue." She watched. Any time she had a question, she would point and listen as Harry filled in the narrative. It took over two and one-half hours to watch an hour and 51 minutes of memory when it was done playing. The Queen sat in silent contemplation.

Then she spoke to one of her aides. "Is there any way to copy that onto tape or film? We want MI5 and MI6 to review this either way."

She glanced at Harry standing there with fear on his face. She softened her expression for a minute and said, "Good job, young man. Really outstanding! We now understand some of the briefings and the constant misrepresentations that We were getting this last few weeks from Minister Diggory and before him, Minister Fudge. For the last year or so, you realize We have been briefed all about you, young man. We have been told you were 'an unmitigated liar' as well as 'mad,' 'deranged,' 'insane,' and 'a glory seeker.' That's why my guards are under orders to shoot if you have made any sudden moves. We see that they would have to be very fast to protect me if you wished to do harm to Us." She said with a smile. "Sargent Smithe, have your men stand down."

"Now, young man, what else can you show Us." Over the next few hours of the morning, the Queen viewed nearly 16 memories. Harry showed scenes from the Tri-Wizard Tournament, his trial, the Dementors attacking him in Surry, The Dementors attack at the school. The memory of battling the Basilisk was followed by the significant encounters with Voldemort, or his followers ended the session. She also watched some of the scenes from his memories before attending Hogwarts.

The Queen turned to one of the other people in her entourage. "We need to break for a meal. After that, We will come back here. We will entertain opinions anytime on how to capture those scenes on tape. Get the Techs in here from the MI groups. We want a full analysis of those fights and find options to handle those things called Dementors. We want them gone, period. Nothing else will be acceptable. We will not have another of Our people being harmed by them."

As she stood, everyone stood. The Queen motioned to the door, and it was opened. There was a page standing outside. He said, "Your Majesty, the cooks have a meal ready. Are you dining as a working group or alone?"

"As a working group." The Queen stated.

She pondered as she walked. The fact her staff security had run a background check on the visitor. This boy, Harry Potter, was reported by his family, attended a school for the criminally insane. The thing is, this school didn't exist. That presented warning flags to her staff. Neither could anyone find where he disappeared every September 1st nor could they trace where Hermione Granger disappeared to either. But the Queen had some knowledge of Hogwarts that most of her staff didn't.

During the meal, she sat listening in as the discussion took place by her entourage, and they made many calls on different phones. During the lulls in the phone calls, the Queen would ask the boy questions, and she was answered. At one point, the Queen had grasped the boy's hand and examined it closely. The Queen became angry as she saw the scars on his hand. Then Harry described the effect of using a blood Quill and how his own magic now forced him to be 100% truthful.

One of the people got a call and spoke to the Queen. Someone had a solution and needed Harry and Sir Daniel to proceed. Everyone stood quickly started moving towards the conference room.

The Queen nodded and studied the boy. Then She corrected herself mentally and thought, man, not a boy. The Queen considered one of her Chaplain's comments about him having 'A people saving problem' indeed. She saw that memory replay in her mind of the battle he fought—clear thinking and fast. His wand seemed to blur as one spell after another spell was fired at one point in time. This man in the boy's body had saved many of her subjects. That thought rang in her mind, 'He had saved so many of Her people.' As he served Us and Ours, then should We will serve him, vowed the Queen.

Her Chaplain had said privately to her that 'He was in a mental state which might push him over the edge.' That she could sense, also. She had seen in the men returning from wars. Their eyes were continually moving, roving and looking for danger, the inability to relax. She even remembered herself because she worked as a nurse's aide in a field hospital during the second world war. Some of the men got patched up and released to go back to the lines. Others were sent home to heal or recover their lives with missing limbs. The ones that bothered her the most were the ones that were sent to their final resting place. As Queen, she had walked the rows upon rows of graves in many countries worldwide. So, now, she had the knowledge of war right that had been fount here in Britain 14 years ago and had recently become renewed. Later a conflict that She was unaware of while it was taking place in the shadows. She would change that. A hot fire of indignation burned deep inside her. It was Her duty to know. She was the Queen. The persons that denied her right to knowledge as Queen will suffer, she vowed. These are all Her people, Mundane and Magical alike.

When they arrived back at the conference room, it was full of audio-visual experts with boxes and racks of equipment freshly installed equipment. They had already had several different cameras set up to record. In addition, dozens of other people were there in military uniforms as observers. Finally, one of the men in the conference room stopped everyone and called their attention to the task at hand. "This matter they were viewing was not to be discussed with anyone outside this room other than the Queen. It was to be considered above top secret."

The man in charge continued, "The Queen was deadly serious about what they were seeing and the means it was being displayed. The word Magic was not to be mention by anyone verbally on the phones or written in any communications."

Dan was informed that his daughter and wife were being picked up. They were brought to the Palace because they were told another memory might make the record more complete.

Since this was all experimental, the tech people wanted to run shorter memories and work on the best recording techniques.

Harry selected one of the flying lessons from his 1st year.

When he started the playback, one of the techs forgot to start recording. But when they went to check during the playback, only a few seconds got chopped off. The digital cameras caught it all, and the videos were of good quality. Of course, the best quality will still be the film cameras. The techs worked on re-positioning the cameras for a better viewing angle. One higher brass suggested placing one camera directly overhead to get a from-the-top view to make mapping easier. The techs started placing boom microphones. Several directional and standard pick-up mikes were placed around the Pensive. Several practice runs took place, and the military observers were sure this was a hoax. When the soundboard and camera gurus got things adjusted just right. They had also coached Harry on how to properly cue them.

Harry was standing at the Pensive, making adjustments until everyone was happy. Then, a door opened and closed, and Harry felt her eyes on him.

"Hello Hermione," said Harry without looking as she walked up behind him. He turned around, reached out, wrapping his arms around her in a hug. He said, "I am sorry for being so harsh and closed off this last week. I have had some problems weighing on my mind. I am getting some help, and just talking to Chaplain Morse has helped me a little. I believe I have a purpose again in the world. I can live. I want to move forward. Will you help me, please?"

"Harry," She sobbed as she clutched at him, "No one can help you if you lock us all out."

"I know," said Harry realizing how good it felt to hold Hermione close. "Thank you for everything."

A cough sounded, and he looked up and saw Dan standing there. Dan motioned to the Pensive, and Harry used his wand to clear out the Memories and store them into vials. Fishing out the very 1st memory, he placed it in the pensive. Turning to Hermione, Harry asked, "I want a memory of the time from when we dismounted the Thestrals to when I passed out at Grimmauld Place, okay? "

Harry placed his wand at Hermione's temple, and when she nodded, Harry gave a slight tug and pulled a copy of the memory clear. It was thick and silvery. Harry remarked, "From my reading, the thicker and brighter the memory is, the richer and more full of detail it is. Adding that memory to the pensive, Harry stirred them with his wand. He looked at the AV crew and asked, "Ready? This will be about an hour and fifty minutes. We will be run at normal speed, then we can do a half-speed if you want to see parts of it in slow motion. I can stop and run backward if needed." Looking around at the different people at the controls. "Ready? Rolling on three, two, one, Action!" As he tapped the rune that he considered 'Start sequence button.' The projection sprung to life and started playing as Harry and Hermione moved back and sat down.

Hermione's eyes were transfixed on the scene being played out. She had never seen a pensive being used. The fact it was like watching a 'High Definition movie in 3-D' before their eyes. She glanced around and saw most of the people were watching the Pensive display. A few techs were watching monitors closely. Some of the uniformed people just stared at the unfolding scene.

She watched as they had found the security guard dead at his station, without a mark on him. The experts watched the playback, feeling they were there. As the children rode the lifts, the viewers expected to experience a drop in the pit of their stomachs. When they got to the room with doors in a circle around the perimeter. With the third try, the children found the right door and proceeded. They watched the trap being sprung and then the running and losing battle. Then the place of the final stand had been reached, and they could run no farther. The few moments of planning and staging were suddenly over as the doors burst open, and the 12 Death Eaters came crashing through the doors as they were blown off the hinges. The curses were many. While colorful, they were deadly. They were being thrown around without a care in the world. Most everyone watching thought this was a losing battle. When one tall, dark figure entered silently. When he attacked the masked Death Eaters from behind, it gave the children a needed break.

Those that had done the pursuing were now caught in a no man's land of the crossfire. The cry of 'No Quarter!' was heard by Harry and his tactics suddenly changed. Rather than casting school grade charms like stunners, the observers watched Harry started throwing what could be considered deadly curses. A continuous rain of spells and curses made up of chains slicers, cutters, bludgeoning, explosive curses continued to fall. Even while throwing curses, he was continuously shielded by the other 5 wands on his side. Then out of the blue, he cast 'Accio Sirius.' Sirius was plucked off his feet and flew towards Harry just as one of the Death Eaters lunged at the space he had been and fell through the archway, disappearing.

It was described by one person as watching a ball on a snooker table. Sirius's body hit several of the enemies. Those blows forced their curses to swing wild as one after another, they dodged into Harry's curses or fell prey to friendly fire from their fellows. Soon all but one had been subdued. The lone survivor fled with Harry in pursuit.

The playback split into two different scenes as the two memories diverged. One location showed the children tending to their minor injuries. At the same time, Hermione gathered their foe's wands and had a good look at the unmasked faces. Her memory showed them riding the lifts to the Atrium. The other showed Harry chasing after Peter Pettigrew and the start of the final battle with Voldemort. The memories soon merged, and details were filled in as the crowd gathered, watching the fight. Finally, the killing blow was delivered. Playback showed Harry standing there with sweat pouring off him and his words echoing in the Atrium. "We Win!" The observers watched him defy the Former Headmaster and disarm him. They watched them pass through the crowd and leave via the floos, and then they watched the scene flicker as Harry passed out, and it ended.

One of the techs called out, "Mark! And stop!" Take a break and give us about 15 minutes. Let us look at the video and see if it is good. We want to get at least two more at the request of her Majesty before we call it quits tonight. Tomorrow we can do a few more. I understand Mister Potter has a place to be tomorrow without fail."

Harry gathered up the two memories and placed his own back in its own vial. Hermione's memory went into a new vial, and Harry took care to label it. He leaned over and said, "The Ministry has been lying to the Queen. She said her own inquiry will be far deeper than anything the Minister for Magic could do."

"So you think you will be okay then, Harry?" Asked Hermione.

"I will be safe from being put up as a convenient scapegoat if that's their plan," Harry said. "I will be accompanied by Dan and maybe a few others. As I said, The Queen is upset because of the many lies and misrepresentations which She has been told. She and others are planning for tomorrow. The Dementors kissed several whole villages of people in the last year. About 2000 people or so, she said. The Death Eaters account for nearly at least another 3000 dead or missing. It was worse than the First War! She said they lost over 700 people a year for nearly 10 years. We lost over 5000 in a little over a year this time."

"Just watch if you want," Harry said to Hermione as he prepped the next scene memory. "This is Voldemort's return. The next memory was Voldemort and the Chamber of Secrets, and then QuirrelMort and the Stone. The rest can wait for later recording and analysis. I need to teach Hermione how to run the pensive, just in case I get detained tomorrow."

Hermione whispered, "Tonks came by the house early this morning after you left. She was looking for you. She and Remus have quit the Order, as did Moody and dozens of others. Sirius has closed the wards on his house to Dumbledore, Snape, and a few others, right after the Ministry Battle. Tonks said that 'Dumbledore is out for your blood.' He keeps saying in interviews to the press that you have turned dark. He wants the public to hate you. He keeps saying Voldemort isn't gone because you carry a piece of him inside your scar."

Harry chuckled. "Watch the Chamber scene. I'll make sure to show it to the Wizengamot and Dumbledore tomorrow. But, of course, he could have asked and watched my memory at any time but didn't."

Everyone gathered around their consoles. Harry, like a practiced master, gave a count and cued them, "Action!".

The pensive started replaying the scene from the end of the 3rd challenge seconds before the Acromantulas attack to the ending of the memory with the scene in the infirmary with Minister of Magic Fudge calling Harry' deluded'. It included Harry's memory recounting the names and faces of people spoken as followers and inner circle members.

After a brief break, Harry played the Chamber of Secrets scene when the sinks opened up, and he, Ron, and Lockheart slid down the pipe. Everyone watched as Harry and Fawkes fought, and then Harry using the Sword of Gryffindor, killed the 60-foot Basilisk. The fang sticking out of his arm, and the playback started to get gray. Harry's vision dimmed even more, and another scream was heard as a black mist erupted from his forehead. Then he watched as Fawkes cried tears into the wound on his arm and forehead, and they slowly healed. The scene continued on as he recovered, his vision returning from gray to normal. The now awake girl was crying. Harry and the girl made their way to safety. The playback ended as he returned to the Headmaster's office as a bloody and bruised mess.

The last scene played for the evening was just before the trio slipped by the Cerberus to the resolution. Watching a man dying and turning to ash as another black mass was expelled and fled.

Harry was near exhaustion, and Dan was forced to call it quits for the night. He said Harry would be available for more work in the morning. A suggestion was made that 7:00 AM would be an excellent time to start. However, he warned everyone that Harry did need to be up and at his best tomorrow afternoon. A royal page took charge and led Dan, Emma, Hermione, and Harry to a small suite of guest rooms in the Palace. They had a light late supper, and Harry was led, half asleep, to his room. Dobby popped in and gathered Harry's robes and Dan's suit to be cleaned and ready for tomorrow. Harry slept all night long. He had one dream, but it centered around Hermione holding him and not the abyss. For the 1st time in almost a month, his sleep was peaceful, and his dreams were pleasant, and Harry got a whole night's sleep. Hermione's promise to help him comforted him all night long.

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Omake:

SLAP! Dowager Longbottom had just slapped Harry Potter, and everyone had gasped. The exchange between the hero and battle-ax would spread like fire in the next two days.

Neville was furious as he watched his Grandmother slap for endangering her Grandson. Before Neville could say a word. Harry had turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Neville said to his Gran, "I all the hypocritical things I have seen you do over the years, this is well over the top. You never once stopped your brother from hurting me. Not when he almost drown me or when he dropped me out of the window. Never, no verbal or physical support for me. Yet when I personally decided to support my God-Brother in battle, you slap and rebuke him in public.

Neville was loud and was attracting attention. "Remember Gran, in a little over a year, your limited regency is over. If you ever insult the sworn allies of the House of Longbottom again, I will confine you to the widows quarter for the rest of your life. I am close to saying that I will never speak to or listen to you again. I hope that Harry Potter forgives you for what you have done. Longbottoms have memories as long as our boats. I will not forget this." As he turned his back on her and walked away in anger.

This was witnessed by lots of parents and students. As the students explained all that had happened in the school since the Yule break, many parents were shocked. The news in the paper had not done full justice to the events involving Delores Umbridge and her punishments. Parents were starting to get angry that the government was trying to stifle the reporters and censor the news.

/AN 2
These comments are for the anonymous reviewer. I would have liked to have had a dialog with you to discuss and expand your points. However, they were excellent points, and I hope to have shown I did take those points into consideration.

My second point is that during a military board of inquiry, questioned witnesses do not get to hear other's people's testimonies. Instead, the board hears reports from experts and replies to questions. So there is no chance the NCO had of hearing anyone defend his actions. Instead, investigations look

for misconduct, negligence, rules violations, failure to follow orders, ignored instructions, or unbecoming behavior. If such is found, the board then hands the case over to be prosecuted. Here is a big hint: if there is a military trial, it is usually up to the accused to prove his innocence. This is because rules of evidence and procedures are much higher and more stringent in military courts compared to civilian courts.

Chaplain Morse would be unaware of any supporting statements during any inquiry. I did point out that there were two other people, an orderly and clerk, who also supported the NCO Morse by their actions. Clerks and orderlies are not in the chain of command. I am not sure exactly how the TO is organized in the British Services, but I know how the TO is in the US Navy. A part of every ship's orientation I had, I was shown where I was io the Ship's TO. And in one case, I was part of the fleet staff onboard a ship. So I knew where I was in the Line of Command.

The Omake was a scene I wrote to set the stage for a scene in the next chapter. Not everything gets put into the story. I often write outlines, back story scenes, and dialogues that never see publication.

/AN 1 A different ending for the Department of Mysteries Adventure = A quicker conclusion for Voldemort. In this story, there were only three Horcrux—the Diary, Nagini. and unintentionally Harry. Voldemort, which was made an error. Voldemort was unaware that he had made Harry into a Horcrux. That fragment had been destroyed in the second year. He was also unaware that the Diary was gone. And now that Nagini is gone, too, Voldemort is gone. Riddle me this, was Voldemort the Dark Lord in the Prophecy, or could it have been someone else?