Chapter Fourteen: Sometimes the Bad Are Good

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything that you recognize. I'm only claiming the non-cannon stuff. Reagan Potter, Trevor Daniels, Constructing… you know what I mean.

Reagan stared at her friend in disbelief. Taryn was slowly walking towards her, looking confused and out of place.

"Merlin, Taryn," Reagan whispered and hurried over to her friend. "Where have you been?"

"Reagan, don't touch her!" Trevor yelled and grabbed Reagan's arm.

Reagan turned and looked at her new husband.

"We need to check her over first," he explained. "We need to make sure she's jinx free."

"Jinx free?" Reagan asked.

"Its standard procedure," James said, as he got near them. The look in Trevor's eyes pleaded with her and she nodded. Both Aurors ran across the grass to her shaken friend and Reagan followed behind.

"What are you doing to her?" Reagan asked. James had conjured a chair and Taryn was sitting, with Trevor muttering incantations.

"Diagnostic charms," he replied, not looking up. He cast a few others, and Reagan saw her father and few other Aurors head off towards the forest she had emerged from.

It was fascinating and a bit unnerving to watch her husband, brother and father all drop into Auror mode. She was amazed at Trevor's spell work, having never really had much experience or exposure to healing charms or medical magic. She watched him work, a small ball of pride growing inside her.

"Reagan, get back," Trevor said suddenly.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Just please get back," Trevor said, looking at her. "She's... she's not right."

"What doe you mean, she's not right?" Reagan demanded.

"Reagan, please," he repeated.

"Trevor, what's going on!"

"Reagan get back or I'll Stun you!"

"Come on, Reagan," Erika's voice said behind her and she felt her sister-in-laws arms come around her. "It's an Auror matter now."

"What's going on!" she yelled at Trevor, fighting against Erika's arms.

"Reagan, you need to leave," Harry said. "Just get back by the house, its not safe here."

"Reagan," her mum's voice said and Reagan felt herself pulled away. "Come on dear."

"Mum, what's going on!" Reagan cried, her tears starting to fall. She was nervous, she was scared and most of all she was confused. "What does he mean?"

Ginny pulled her daughter back to the house, speaking in slow soothing tones.

"Let them handle it, Reagan," Ginny replied. "When Trevor was doing his spell work to see if she was all right, he came across something that must have been dangerous. I don't know what it is, but I know enough to let them handle it."

"Why Mum?" Reagan asked, sitting down on a couch. "Why do they have to handle it?"

"Because they're Aurors, Reagan," Erika replied. "Auror Wife Lesson Number One: When something is dangerous, let the Aurors handle it."

"Auror Wife Lesson Number Two," Ginny said. "Don't expect them to share everything with you. Most of their work is highly confidential."

"Mum, I have Ministry clearance and-"

"Auror Wife Lesson Number Three," Erika continued. "If something doesn't feel right, get away. This is what they're trained to do. If Trevor felt that it was dangerous enough to get you away, then it is."

"There isn't actually an Auror Wife Book of Lessons?" Reagan asked. "Is there?"

Both women grinned at her.

"Well, no," Ginny replied. "But take the advice from two women who have been Auror wives longer than you have."

"It's for the best, Reagan, really it is," Erika said.

"But that's my co-worker out there, my friend," Reagan replied. "I just want to make sure she's alright."

"They'll let you know," Ginny replied and sat down next to her. "Let them do their job."

Reagan nodded and for a brief moment regretted her decision to be a Constructor instead of a Auror. The idea of following in her father's footsteps had crossed her mind, on many occasions, but in the end she knew she needed to do her own thing. And in the end, chasing dark wizards and having superior officers to answer to was not her thing.

"Reagan, we need you," James said stepping into the room. "Captain Potter needs your Defense Against the Dark Arts knowledge."

Reagan nodded barely acknowledging that her brother had just referred to their father as Captain Potter. She followed him back outside to where there were at least fifteen Aurors surrounding Taryn, all thoughts and regrets about not being an Auror vanishing.

"Reagan," her father said as she walked up. "I need you to put your personal feeling for her aside. We need your area of expertise."

"What do I need to do?"

"One of the diagnostic charms Lieutenant Daniels has place on Miss Pagg revealed a magical residue. She has been placed under some spell. We can find no trace of any recognizable spell, but there is something there."

"What about Veritaserum?" she asked.

"We have none available at this exact moment," Harry replied. "I need you to determine if she us under any other curse, jinx or anything."

"Wouldn't Trevor be able to do that?"

"He has detected something wrong with her magical aura, but nothing specific."

Reagan nodded. "I'll need to use my hands. It's more precise."

"Whatever works."

She shook her hands, willing the blood to flow back to them. Spells and incantations went racing through her head as she thought of the actions to take. Muttering spells the Aurors had never heard before, she moved her hands along Taryn, not touching her by centimeters. Her legs felt untouched by magic, as did her lower abdomen and chest. Reagan shuddered at the negative feelings she was getting from the magic centered around the young woman's heart, and moved up her neck to her head. Like she had touched something scalding she pulled her hands back and starred at the blond.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"Something's there," Reagan replied. "Revalus motievus."

"They're going to be kidnapped," Taryn whispered. "Tonight."

"Who's going to be kidnapped?" Reagan asked.

"The twins in the castle," Taryn replied. She seemed to be in some sort of trance.

"Is she prophesizing?" Harry asked Reagan.

"No," Reagan replied shaking her head. "It's a side effect of the spell I put her under. Taryn, do you know their names?"

"The Minister's children," Taryn replied. "They're in danger."

Reagan remained skeptical. Something didn't seem right.

"Taryn, who told you this?" Reagan asked.

Taryn seemed to be fighting with her inner self. Her face was scrunched up, her eyes were shut and her mouth was twitching.

"Taryn, who told you the Minister's children were in danger?" Reagan asked again.

Taryn's eyes flew open and her blue eyes glared into Reagan. "Oh for Merlin's sake!" Taryn jumped off the chair and took two steps towards Reagan. "I told you they were in trouble, isn't that enough for you to go off of?" Taryn slapped Reagan across the face before Disaparating.

"What the bloody hell just happened?" Harry asked, rounding on his daughter.

Reagan held a hand to her cheek and her eyes were wide.

"Dad, I don't think Taryn was under and charm or curse," Reagan replied and looked at the stunned Auror. "I think she was acting on her own free will."

"Well that bloody fantastic!" Harry cried and thrust a hand through his hair, a movement familiar to Reagan.

"Sir, do you want us to remove Abanine and Andslen Weasley?" Trevor asked and Harry seemed to regain his composure and professionalism.

"Yes of course," Harry replied. "Just to be safe."

"Yes, sir," Trevor replied.

"Lieutenant Potter, you and Lieutenant Duncan go," Harry said, looking at his son.

"Sir?" Trevor asked.

"You have a wedding night to attend to," Harry replied. "There is no for you to do here, Lieutenant. Go enjoy your first married night with your wife."

Reagan didn't think she had the energy to go off somewhere. They hadn't made any plans; they were just going back to Trevor's.

"Yes sir, of course," Trevor replied and looked at Reagan. She nodded, not taking her hand off her face and walked with Trevor back to the house.

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Abby Weasley sat in the Great Hall, enjoying a perfectly normal dinner. She was tired, and had a lot of homework to finish but all she wanted to do was be done with dinner and into her bed. She had Prefect rounds to make that night, and if truth be told, bit an exhausting Quidditch practice was not going to stop her from doing her Prefect duties or her homework.

A white owl caught her eye, along with everyone elses in the room, and she watched it as it flew nearer to her, but passed her and dropped an envelope in her brother's lap.

"What is it from, Andy?" she asked. "Looks like Uncle Harry's owl, though I don't know why he'd be sending an owl this late.

"It doesn't say," Andy said and he quickly read through the letter, his face working its self into a scowl. Abby was familiar with that look. It was the same look he got when trying to figure out a particularly difficulty Arithmancy problem.

"Abby, take a look at this," he said and stood up. She swung a loeg over the bench to face her brother. He held the parchment out to her and she took it, wonder what this was all about and knowing that all eyes in the Great Hall were on them.

Messer Andslen Weasley,

I am please to inform you that you will be shortly leaving Hogwarts. No need to fear, your Uncle Harry is aware of this, as are your parents. Please show this to your sister after you have finished reading these words.

"What on earth does that mean?" Abby asked.

"Abby drop the parchment!" came a voice from across the Great Hall, and she recognized her cousin, James, running towards her, his wand out, and a look of fear on his face. Abby stopped the parchment and jumped as it burst into flames seconds later.

"Did anyone else touch it?" James asked.

"No, just Andy and I," Abby replied. "What's going on? What are you here? And why are you dressed like that?"

"They're Auror robes, Abs," James replied. "I guess you would have never seen me in them before. This is Auror Duncan, and we need to get you two out of here immediately."

"James Potter, what on earth is the meaning of this!" Headmistress McGonagall cried hurrying over to them. "We are in the middle of dinner!"

"Sorry, Headmistress," James said. "We were given intelligence and needed to remove Andy and Abby Weasley as soon as possible. That parchment Abby was holding was a portkey."

"A portkey!" Professor McGonagall gasped and looked at the twin Gryffindors.

"Yes, Professor," James replied. "If possible, could we continue this conversation in private?"

"Yes of course," Professor McGonagall replied. "Abby and Andy, please come with us immediately."

"Yes, Headmistress," they replied and followed the three adults out of the Great Hall.

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Reagan sighed as Trevor put his arm around her and pulled her closer to him. They had said good bye to their guests and quickly Apparated to Trevor's flat. Now as they stood in the front entry, Reagan wasn't sure if she ever wanted to move.

"Do you think that if we don't go back outside, then this will all go away?" she asked him.

"Some of it needs to be real," he replied.

"Yeah? Which part?"

"The part where I married you," he replied.

"Well, that can stay true, I guess," she said and giggled. "Might be hard to explain our outfits if it wasn't."

"I know what you mean, though," Trevor said, brushing a stray hair off her face.

"Hmm?"

"About not wanting it to be real."

"I'm glad we know that Taryn is at least alive and everything," Reagan said. "Its just…"

"You'd rather have her be an innocent bystander than being involved," he finished for her and she nodded.

"I liked it better when we thought she was the victim. I was so worried about her. But if everything had been out of her own free will, then she was fine all along. Why did she do this? Why did she string us along like that?"

"I don't know."

"But I cared about her! I invited her to assist me on Constructions and was putting her name on the patent! Why would she just betray me like that?"

"Calm down, Reagan," he said and hugged her tight against him, feeling her anger waft off of her. "We don't know anything about what happened. We don't know how Flint and Malfoy are involved in this and we don't know how much Taryn was involved."

"She'll go to jail," Reagan stated. It wasn't a question.

Trevor sighed. "Yeah, she probably will."

"Jail and prison," Reagan said sighing. "I always thought that was were you send the bad guys. Taryn was never a bad guy. I just can't imagine her being evil like that."

"Can you imagine myself or you brother or your father killing someone?" Trevor asked.

Reagan looked up into his face and her green eyes bore into his blue.

"No," she whispered. "But I guess you all have, haven't you?"

"I'm not going to deny it," Trevor said. "Because you know I'd be lying. Your father essentially killed Voldemort. I don't know details about James, but I know what I've done."

"You've actually killed someone?"

Trevor chuckled. "Not intentionally. But if you Stun someone, and they fall onto a knife, or hit their head hard on a bookshelf, or fall down stairs, they die all the same. I've actually never cast Avada Kedavra, but…"

"I really don't need to know anymore," Reagan said.

"What I'm trying to say, Reagan, is that sometimes you don't know everything about someone. Sometimes they keep some things hidden so deeply in them. Taryn might not have been evil, but she made some choices that were for evil reasons. And people got hurt."

Reagan smiled at him. "What else don't I know about you?"

He grinned at her. "I'm sure there are some things I could come up with. Besides, I don't know everything about you. You were gone for four years."

"True," she replied and laid her head back against his chest. He felt strong and solid and safe. She watched the fire flicker in the other room and ignored the feeling of exhaustion beginning to wash over her.

"Trevor?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you still planning on moving? I mean a couple months ago you said that you wanted to move out."

"I was thinking about it," he replied. "What do you think we should do?"

"I don't know," she replied. "I don't want to live in my place anymore. But I don't know if I could live here either. I mean, it's very you."

"And you want a place that's us?" he asked and she nodded into his robes. "I think that we should find a place of our own then. How about tomorrow? We could go look at houses tomorrow."

"That sounds like a good idea," she replied. "But, Trevor, can we afford… I mean, we never sat and talked about anything before we got married. We just sort of jumped into it." She pulled away from him and looked at his face. "We never talked about stuff, you know like financial stuff and where we were going to live and-"

"Reagan if you over think this you'll drive yourself insane," he replied, an amused look on his face. "Don't worry about it. Trust me; we have plenty of galleons to spend on a house. Remember how I got that inheritance from my parents when they finally died? I think we should use their Death Eater money to buy a nice, warm home and raise a bunch of Gryffindor kids."

"But you were in Slytherin," Reagan replied.

"But I always liked Gryffindor better," he replied. "Remember how I always cheered for your house rather than mine? Besides, our house affiliation isn't the point. It's the fact that we can spend my dead parent's money on things they would have disapproved of. Like marrying a Potter. I think my mother is rolling in her grave."

"Trevor, that's not funny," Reagan said, smacking his arm, but she couldn't help but smile. "So we'll go and find a house tomorrow?"

"Well, it could take us more than a day, you know," Trevor replied. "But since we have all day tomorrow, we could start. We should also take a trip, a vacation or something."

"Like a honeymoon?"

"Something like that, yeah. I have the vacation time at work, and I'm sure your dad would approve of my leave."

"But with Taryn and everything that's happened…" She stopped talking when she realized he was laughing at her.

"I didn't mean Monday," he said. "I meant that we should think about it."

"I like this 'we' business," she replied. "How much longer should 'we' stand in the hall?"

He raised an eyebrow at her and grinned. "Well, until 'we' get tired, I guess. 'We' did have a very interesting day, and 'we' should get some sleep."

Reagan laughed. "Well I don't know about you, Mr. Daniels, but I'm tired. It was an interesting day. The last five hours or so was exhausting."

"I agree, Mrs. Daniels," he said and kissed her. "Sleep is just what we need."

She nodded and he kissed her again, and she wrapped her arms around her new husband. It was a while before they made their way up the stairs, and once they did get into bed, they took their time before falling asleep.

A/N: I hate to do this, but there may be more of a delay in the posting of this. I'm moving again, goodness I move a lot, but once I get settled, it may be a while before I have internet access. I'll try to post as much as possible in the next couple weeks before I move, but if you suddenly stop seeing updates until July/August (seriously) don't panic, I didn't fall of the face of the earth. This will eventually get finished.

Review please. I have no other profit than your opinions.

And there was a comment made on one of the review thread about Reagan's name. This will be addressed in a later chapter. Needless to say, this person didn't approve of Reagan's name and I found it very funny, especially because the name discussing her name was written at least two months ago. You'll see what I mean in a chapter or so.

Thank you all for sticking with me, I know my updating can be flaky, but I truly love this story and these characters and I intend to finish them out.

Miss Erica Evans