Disclaimer: I hate those things! I think I should stop writing them for a change.

The next week passed somewhat peacefully. However, it seemed everyone was holding a conspiracy of his own. Harry could feel the tensions of secrets building up, and it was frustrating for him. Dumbledore and the others milled in and out, "on Order businesses". Of course, Harry was kept out of it. The Blade Breakers acted normal. They sometimes helped Mrs. Weasley around the house, and sometimes hang out with the other children. They seemed to be eager to learn about all the magical things. Harry often found himself running out of steam trying to explain everything in the wizard world. Ron and Hermione always looked uncomfortable around them, and the twins tried to avoid them most of the time. If the Blade Breakers noticed, they showed nothing. Of course, Harry was certain they kept secrets of their own too. Sometimes they would disappear for a whole day, wandering to places outside Harry's knowledge.

It was a grey, bleak morning when many owls turned up at Number 12, Grimmauld place, carrying letters with Hogwarts seals on them. Harry took the letter and felt his heart thumping loudly. It must be the OWL result. With trembling fingers he tore open the letter. He scanned the letter and skipped over the courteous congratulations and encouragements at the top. His marks were at the bottom of the parchment.

"Astronomy: A
Care of Magical Creatures: E
Charms:
O
Defence Against Dark Arts: O
Divination:
P
Herbology: A
History of Magic: A
Potions:
E
Transfiguration: E"

Harry blinked and breathed a sigh of relief. He did pretty well in most subjects. Somehow he managed to scrape an E in transfiguration, and most impressive of all, he got an E in potions as well. With some extra work, he might actually get in Snape's class again. Harry grimaced at the thought. He wants to have Snape's classes now? But at least his marks are good enough for him to get in to all NEWT courses he need to take to become an auror.

"So how did you do, mate?" Ron asked.

Harry answered lightly, "Not bad. I think I have enough OWLs to scrape the needed NEWT courses. What about you?"

"Good enough, I guess." Ron shrugged, "Enough OWLs to make my mum happy."

Hermione joined them at this moment, looking very excited with the parchment in her hand.

Ron leaned over and looked at the parchment. His eyes widened and he shouted, "My goodness! Hermione, you got an O in everything?"

Hermione blushed and smiled proudly, trying not to look too pleased with herself at the same time.

"You all did excellent!" Mrs. Weasley said happily as she walked into the living room, followed by the Blade Breakers.

"So what is all the excitement about?" Shea asked with a smile.

"It's OWL results." Hermione answered, "You know, like your marks for school."

"Can I take a look?" Shea asked, looking interested.

Hermione nodded and passed her the parchment. Shea took the parchment and looked at it closely.

"Astronomy. Arithmancy." She read it out loud, "Cool! I love those. But why do you call it arithmancy? Does it mean it only includes arithmetic?"

Hermione answered, "I think so. We do calculations of all sorts in that class."

"That only?" Shea raised an eyebrow, "But what about algebra? Calculus? Analytical geometry? You are missing all the fun!"

Hermione looked stumped and confused at the same time. She didn't reply.

Shea went on with the list, "Ancient Runes! Way cool! Philology! Care of magical creatures. Hum, does it count as crypto zoology? Charms. Defence against dark arts. That sounds interesting. Herbology. Err; by the look of that word I am guessing it is botany. History of magic. Dreary subject, I suppose. Potions."

Here she paused and shrugged, "Potions? Chemistry is a much, much better word."

Ray laughed beside her, "Biochemistry. Take care what word you use."

Shea made a face and passed the parchment to Hermione, who was listening to her with great confusion.

"So do we have to take all those courses when we go to that school?" Shea asked.

"Well. Yes." Hermione mumbled in answer, "I don't know exactly what courses you will take. But you should get a mail soon telling you about the arrangement and all that."

"Er, you mean like those letters?" The small boy Kenny held a bunch of letters in his hand with Hogwarts seals on them.

"Yes, they are the ones." Hermione said, "You have received them already?"

Kenny replied with a hint of embarrassment, "Well, a brown barn owl just dumped those on my bed. I thought it was a joke of some sorts."

Hermione laughed, "Of course it is not a joke. What did the letter say?"

"It came with a list of courses we should take. It also said that we need to get supplies." Kenny said with a strange expression, "Weird ones, too. Like wands and caldrons."

"Of course you will need those things." Hermione said briskly, "We are going to shop for school supplies soon, like tomorrow afternoon. Do you guys want to come with us? We will show you how to get those things."

"We are going shopping?" Kai asked incredulously.

Tyson laughed at his expression and shouted, "Why not, Kai? Just lighten up, all right?"

The next day was much brighter, and Harry was happy to go to Diagon valley for a change. Mrs. Weasley came with them also. First they went to Gringot, the wizard bank. It looked even loftier than Harry remembered. The goblins milled about like headless ants. The Blade Breakers all had bemused and shocked expressions on their faces, looking around with wonderment.

"So how does this bank work exactly?" Kenny asked, "And what is the exchange rate?"

A sly looking goblin at the desk answered, "The exchange rate is one pound to three and half galleon. All you need to do is to give us the pounds and we shall exchange and store them in a vault instantly."

Shea mumbled something under her breath. Her teammates turned and looked at her in puzzlement.

"What is wrong, Shea?" Max asked.

Shea laughed somewhat nervously, "What would you think of me if I told you I came with only major branch credit cards?"

At her words they all burst out laughing. Kai pulled a stash of cash from his pocket and threw it to the goblin and ordered, "Here is two thousand pounds, so that's seven thousand of you money. Make it fast."

Seeing the surprised looks from his teammates he smirked, "I thought that girl would do something like that, so I took the liberty of making sure we will have money to use today. And stop looking at me like that. That money comes from legitimate ways. I am richer than you think."

After that they all went down to the vaults to take out their money. Harry grabbed a handful of gold from his vault and threw them in his pocket. When reached her vault, Mrs. Weasley carefully scooped a pile of gold and placed them in her purse. There was still only a very small of stash of gold in her vault, but it seemed more than usual at least. The Blade Breakers reached their vault last. There was a collective gasp when they opened the door. Inside the small room, there were columns of gold coins, stashed high like mountains. There was a look of envy on Ron's face, but soon it passed.

Ray said with a frown, "Strange. I would think seven thousand gold coins would have a much smaller volume than that."

Tyson shouted excitedly, "Who cares! At least I feel like a millionaire right now."

He grabbed a handful of the gold and put them in his pockets. His teammates did the same and they left the bank together. Their next stop was the bookstore. Hermione wove her way through rows and rows of bookshelves with great joy, picking out the largest and thickest of them all. To Harry's surprise, the Blade Breakers all bought the same list of books as Hermione.

Ron voiced his question before he did. He asked incredulously, "How come you guys are buying that many books? Don't tell me you all want to take as many subjects as Hermione."

Kenny shrugged, "We prefer to have all the classes together. And those subjects do sound fascinating."
"We need to go and get our wands now." Kenny said after reading his list again and scrunching up his face, "We will meet you guys later."

They waved good-bye and left the store together.

Harry turned to the many shelves and attended to the books he needs. He followed the list on his letter: Standard Book of Spells, Six, Introduction to High Level Potion making, NEWT Transfiguration, A Guide To Magical Creatures, Advanced Defence Spells. He paused when he reached the last book listed for Defence Against Dark Arts course and frowned.

"What is this?" Harry said quizzically as he pulled the book from the shelf, "A Summary of Weapons-From Handguns to Nuclear Bombs. Why on Earth would we need something like this?"

Ron had the same book in his hand and was flipping through it. He looked with a mixture of wonderment and disgust at the still, unmoving photographs in the book.

"That is ridiculous!" He exclaimed, "Why would they want to teach us something like this in Hogwarts? Maybe I should rethink about taking Defence Against Dark Arts."

"Oh come on!" Hermione waved a hand impatiently, "They must have their reasons. It is better than learning nothing at least."

Ron grumbled, "What ever. Hey Harry, what are you doing?"

Harry was standing in front of a displaying shelf and was looking at a book with great interest. Ron walked up to him and glanced at the book. It was very fancy looking and bound with brown leather. On the cover, in large, gold letterings was the title that reads:

Legend of the Beast Spirits

"What's so interesting about this book?" Ron asked loudly.

"Take a look at this." Harry said and flipped opened the book. On the first page, there was a painting of a beautiful silver bird, and the heading was in elegant letters that read: Descant.

"Doesn't that picture remind you of something?" Harry asked fiercely.

"Hmm." Ron looked at the painting carefully, then he gasped, "It's that bloody bird thing that came out of the girl's spinning top!"

"Exactly." Harry said and banged the book shut. He took it to the shopkeeper, "I would like to buy this book as well."

The shopkeeper eyed him strangely and then asked, "So you like that muggle sport as well?"

"What?" Harry asked, "What do you mean?"

The shopkeeper snorted, "This book is rubbish, I tell you. The editor of The Quibbler edited and published this book. But it does sell. Muggle-born wizards love those. Are you sure you want that?"

"Yes, I am sure." Harry said firmly.

"That will be 6 galleons." The shopkeeper said, and then he muttered, "What a price for that ruddy thing."

Harry paid the money and stuffed the books inside his bag. He couldn't care that other people thought it was rubbish, and the fact The Quibbler was behind it. As long as it offered him answers, he is willing to pay for it.

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"It seems they are having fun." A plump old man that is no other than Mr. Dickinson chuckled and spoke with an air of amusement as he read the email he just received.

The blond woman across the table frowned slightly and said, "You know that's not all."

She fell silent and started typing furiously at her computer. Then she paused and looked at the old man and asked sharply, "Why did you agree to all of this? They have enough problems on their hands already. They are just children. It seems almost cruel to me."

"Now, now, Judy." Mr. Dickinson replied calmly, "You worry too much. It is to be a way to keep them safe, not the contrary."

Judy pursed her lips, her blue eyes glinting with a dangerous light, "If that's what you truly wish for, then you obviously have too high an expectation."

Mr. Dickinson took a sip of coffee from his gigantic mug, and answered, "Albus is a very old friend of mine. He promised he will keep those children safe, and he is a man of his words. And according to Albus, perhaps they don't even need us to keep them safe. No one knows the extend of their power yet. You really shouldn't fear for them. They have survived much."

"Yet great power doesn't guarantee their safety." Judy sighed, "Voldemort and Voltaire would never let them live. They will do everything and anything to get rid of them."

"Yes, I know." Mr. Dickinson said, in a more solemn note now, "Here, Judy. Perhaps this letter will assure you somewhat."

He passed a roll of parchment to Judy. She took it with puzzlement in her eyes. She unrolled the letter and read it, and she was silent for a long while.

"What do you think?" Mr. Dickinson asked with a smile.

"It's a good suggestion." Judy's hard countenance softened somewhat as she answered, "I won't mind keeping an eye on them personally."

A/N: Thanks for the reviews! They are so lovely.

Here is a new chapter. I added the end bit so you get a sneak peak at what happens with the BBA people. I don't know if this is exactly what you wanted.. Hope you like it anyway.

I am running out of ideas! All suggestions all welcome. Please help me with the plot, because I have no idea where this is going.

Review! Tell me what you think and give me some suggestions.