Well, here it is: the final part of this story. And the longest. Thank you very much for all the reviews. I'm absolutely amazed at how many I've gotten. I'm also very, very happy that you all liked my wonderful little cliff hanger. :D

Tanydwr - No, actually there is no punching involved in this fic, oddly enough. Oh, no wait, I lie: Dudley punched Harry in the last chapter. But I'm glad you like crossovers: it's all I ever write. I love them too!

Fuji the Hobbit - Yup, Giles was called Ripper when he was young. Actually that's all Ethan ever calls him, even when they meet up later on. That's why I figured it's what Petunia would call him. As for other cast members. . . well, all you have to do is read this part to find out!

ldypebsaby - Lol, that's just the response I love to hear when I write a cliff hanger. I actually was originally going to combine it with part of this chapter, but leaving it hanging like that was just waaaay too tempting. Here's the rest of it though.

Wytil - As much as I love the image of Petunia beating Lucius over the head with his own arm, sorry, will not happen. Besides, slayers can't retire: they're the slayer 'till they die and another one can't be called until they die. If Petunia was a slayer, then Buffy wouldn't've been called. And yeah, I know the rules have changed and all, but I don't know, I'm under the impression that there has to be some sort of age limit on potentials that can be activated. Petunia's past her activation date in my opinion.

lovemehatemejustdon'tfearme - You'll just have to read on to find out who else shows up. Though I will say yes, Ethan isn't the only character who will show up in the flesh. And I'm very happy that you're hooked!

Also thanks to: MadMurderingMadi, veela princess, thedarklordsonlyheir and Moonjava.

Diclaimer: Not mine, none of it.

Vengeance - Part 3

"Mr. Potter, we meet again," drawled a familiar, aristocratic voice from the doorway.

Harry's turned around and found himself staring straight at the tip of Lucius Malfoy's wand.

"Malfoy," Harry spat.

"I'm flattered you remember me," the blond aristocrat raised an eyebrow and then motioned forward with his wand, "now if you would kindly move so that we can come in."

Harry's mind started racing, trying to figure out how to get to his wand and disable Malfoy without getting cursed into next Tuesday. For the moment he decided that moving would be the best idea. He slowly turned around and walked towards the living room. As he was turning he noticed three more death eaters entering the house. Unlike their leader though, they all had their masks up, so it was impossible to tell who he was dealing with.

'Ok, so this might just be a little harder than I thought,' he reasoned, trying to remain calm while every inch of his common sense was telling him to just run and keep running until he hit something safe. 'I hope Mr. Weasley heard them enter and is ready for them. I never thought I'd ever think this, but Merlin I hope it's Snape under one of those masks.'

Out of the corner of his eye he saw one of the death eaters grab his aunt and shove her in the direction of the living room. She stumbled slightly, but got the message and walked with the rest of the procession.

Harry walked as quickly as he could without giving himself away. He walked into the Dursley's living room fully expecting to be shoved aside by Mr. Weasley, before a fight ensued.

Unfortunately no such thing happened. Harry gaped as he saw the member of the Order of the Phoenix who was sent to fetch him fiddling with the tv remote and watching in awe as the picture on the tv screen changed.

Harry coughed.

"Umm. . . Mr. Weasley. . .?" he said nervously, now getting the feeling that he was truly doomed.

"Harry, what is this fascinating muggle contraption called?" he answered, not even looking up.

"Who gives a damn what it's bloody called!" Petunia Dursley shrieked. "We're under attack you imbecile!"

Arthur Weasley looked up and dropped the remote at almost the same time. By the look on his face, he was clearly thinking: "Oh shit!"

"Hello Arthur, how nice to see you again," Malfoy placed a hand on Harry's shoulder to stop him from moving any further. "Now I want you to slowly reach into your robes and take your wand out." Mr. Weasley did as he was told. "Very good, now drop it. Don't even think of using it. After all, you wouldn't want something nasty to happen to Harry here, now would you?"

"But your master wants him alive," Arthur challenged, "you won't kill him no matter what!"

"True, the Dark Lord does want Mr. Potter alive, but that doesn't mean that all four limbs need be attached to his body."

Arthur looked as if he might say something along the lines of "You wouldn't dare!" until he realized who he was talking to. He didn't say a word and reluctantly dropped his wand, wondering for all the world, how the hell he was going to get out of this one.

"Draco, go get his wand," Lucius commanded. Harry looked up as the smallest of the three masked death eaters moved to obey.

"Malfoy," he spat in disgust, "so you did become a death eater!"

"And what pray tell did you think he was going to become: a house elf?" Lucius asked, amusement evident in his tone.

Only Petunia noticed Lucius's son pause before he picked up Arthur's wand and stood up.

"Snap it." Draco did as he was told and tossed the two useless pieces of wood onto the couch. Lucius removed his hand from Harry's shoulder and reached down slip Harry's wand from where it was sticking out of the back pocket of his jeans.

"This one too. Wouldn't want Mr. Potter here to get any bright ideas about trying to escape."

Harry watched with wide eyes as his wand was bent into an unnatural curve. With a loud 'snap' it broke into two pieces. He stared at it. It had been his companion through the last 6 years and now it was gone. He didn't have time to think about it any longer because Lucius chose that moment to shove him hard and send him crashing into the coffee table.

As Harry pushed himself up, he happened to look out the window and saw Ethan standing out on the lawn holding one end of a terrier's leash, looking directly at Harry. He reached inside the pocket of his black leather jacket and pulled out a cell phone. Harry saw him quickly dial a number and then put the phone to his ear as he turned around and rushed to his own house, the dog at his heels.

'Well, at least this means he might not be a death eater after all,' Harry thought.

"What's going on in there!" Harry heard Vernon call from the dinning room, breaking Harry from his revere. There was some shuffling and then to Harry's horror his uncle appeared in the doorway on the opposite end of the room, which lead to the dinning room. Vernon's eyes took one good sweep of the room and noticed the death eater standing by the fireplace, holding his wife by the upper arm.

"Get your hands off my wife!" he bellowed. "And get out of my house you freaks!"

With that he began to advance on the death eaters. Harry wasn't sure whether to be amazed at his uncle's sudden courage or his colossal stupidity.

"Avada Kadavra."

It only couldn't taken the green curse a few seconds to reach its target, but those few seconds seemed to hang in the air for eternity. Slowly, oh so slowly, the sickly green beam of light emerged from Lucius Malfoy's wand and inched its way across the living room at 4 Private Dr. until it hit Vernon Dursley's huge form. Vernon stopped in his tracks, as if the curse had only stunned him. Then he collapsed onto the ground like a huge mound of jell-o.

"Vernon!"

Petunia wrenched herself away from the death eater who was holding her and threw herself at her husband's limp form. She was shaking as she brushed the hair away from his face.

"Vernon, darling, please wake up. . . don't leave me, I love you. . . please don't leave me Vernon, please, please wake up. . ." she babbled incoherently as she kissed Vernon's still face, desperately looking for any indication he could hear her.

"Muggles are so pathetic," Lucius sneered. Harry stared at the scene in shock. He had never liked Vernon Dursley, and although he had often wished he would just die, he hadn't meant it. Not like this. He could feel anger slowly rise up in his chest.

Dudley chose that moment to return home.

"Mum, dad?" he called from the front hall. "Why is the front door open?"

Petunia stilled, still hovering over her husband. Harry's eyes widened in horror, looking towards the living room doorway, waiting for the inevitable to happen. It did. Dudley appeared in it less than a minute later. He froze when he saw the crowd inside his living room. Then he noticed his mother kneeling over the limp form of his father.

"Mum. . .? What's going on?"

"What's going on is that you're wasting space by existing muggle," Lucius spat, then his expression brightened, "Draco, what a wonderful opportunity for you to demonstrate your killing curse."

Lucius motioned to his son, who hesitantly stepped forward. The other two masked death eaters moved away from Dudley, as if giving Draco more room. Dudley stood rooted to the spot, eyes wide in the realization that he was about to die. Draco slowly raised his wand. His hand was shaking slightly. Dudley stared into the blank mask, pleading with the stranger behind it not to go through with it.

It seemed like they had all held their breath for an eternity. Slowly Draco lowered his wand. He looked away from Dudley's face.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "I can't."

In two strides Lucius crossed to where his son stood and backhanded him. Draco's head went spinning to the right and his mask shifted so that the left side of his neck was visible along with some white blond hair at the nape of his neck.

"Then you are weak," his father growled. "Crucio."

Draco screamed in agony and collapsed to his knees. Harry had never thought he would sympathize with his school rival, but now he found himself doing just that. He had felt the crutatious curse before and knew the pain Draco was going through. His mouth went dry as he watched the young death eater scream in pain.

'All because he refused to kill another human being,' he thought. Harry suddenly felt anger course through his veins. Anger on behalf of his rival, for the fact that he was now forced to sympathize with the person who had been the bane of his existence since he had entered Hogwarts and for his own helplessness.

Lucius lifted the curse and the room was silent except for Draco's laboured breathing. Harry fumed, Dudley stared, Petunia knelt at Vernon's side, holding his lifeless hand with one hand, her other hand clenched into a tight fist and Arthur held back tears that threatened to spill from the corners of his eyes.

"Now then, since apparently my son is somewhat incapacitated at the moment. . ." Lucius casually began. Petunia's head shot up, she hadn't known Draco was Lucius's son. Her eyes narrowed. "I suppose it is up to me to finish this."

Lucius pointed his wand at Dudley, who stiffened. He gulped and closed his eyes, hoping it would be painless. Pleading was useless now, he realized, the only thing he could hope for was a swift death.

Harry took a breath, looking at the what the other two death eaters were doing. They were watching the rest of the room, wands pointed at the group. Suddenly Harry was furious. Of all the times for a death eaters to decide to attack him at home and kill his cousin, did it have to be after he was actually starting to like him and get along with him? Last year he wouldn't have cared nearly as much. He might even have hosted a party to celebrate.

Through the haze of weariness and pain that followed the crutatious curse, Draco lifted his head as far as he could. He felt miserable. Every part of his body hurt and he was a failure. He had failed his father. All he wanted to do was curl up and die in peace. He didn't even have the energy to watch as his father did what his son could not. His head felt so incredibly heavy. . . just then he saw Harry's aunt lower her head and close her eyes in concentration, as if she was trying to remain calm. Then his eyes wandered to Harry Potter. Potter looked so furious he thought he might just burst at any second.

"Avada Ke-" Lucius never finished the curse. All of a sudden he went crashing into the wall, hitting his head on the top of the fireplace. He cursed under his breath and rubbed the back of his head. Then he straightened up and glared at Harry, who stared back with a stunned expression.

"Mr. Potter, you may think that this display of wandless magic has a chance of saving your cousin, but. . ."

"Don't. You. Dare. Hurt. My. Son."

The voice sent chills down Harry's spine. He knew it had to be his aunt who said that, but if it was then her voice sounded several octaves lower than it should have.

"And what do you think a pathetic muggle such as you could possibly. . ." Lucius's condescending sneer was stopped when Petunia Dursley let go of her dead husband's hand and held it out in time for Lucius's wand to go sailing neatly into it. She chuckled confidently as she began to stand up.

"You're the one who's pathetic Malfoy," she said in that same, deep, dangerous-sounding voice that almost seemed to echo in the room, "what kind of a freak needs a wand to do magic?"

She was standing now, but hadn't looked up yet. Instead she looked at the wand in her hand. She tightened her grip on it. Nothing happened for a while. Harry saw Lucius motioning to the other two death eaters to kill her when the ends of his wand suddenly caught fire. Lucius's attention shifted from what he was doing to stare, wide-eyed at his wand as it began to burn up and disappear. His eyes narrowed and he took a furious step towards Petunia, ready to wring her neck with his bare hands for that if had to.

"You killed my husband," Petunia accused him in that same voice. Then she looked up.

Lucius froze, his eyes going even wider than before. One of the death eaters behind him gasped. Harry saw Mr. Weasley shoot him a curious glance. He was standing behind Petunia and so couldn't see what they saw. Harry would've told him what was going on, but he had to find his voice first.

"For that you shall pay." It was a statement. Not a threat, or even a promise, but a statement of fact. Petunia raised a hand and all three death eaters that were still standing were thrown against the wall.

Mr. Weasley, the only one of the assembled people who still seemed capable of rational thought, took advantage of the incapacitated death eaters and took away their wands. He tore off their masks and noted they were both out cold.

"Well, that takes care of that," he stated in an almost cheery voice, "thank you very much Mrs. Dursley, though I must say I don't know how. . ." He turned to finally look at Petunia. Suddenly he understood why everyone was so shaken.

Her eyes were completely pitch black: no irises, no pupils, just bottomless black.

The front door slammed shut.

Petunia lifted her other hand as a non-existent breeze surrounded her, lifting the edge of the flowery skirt she was wearing and ruffling her short, wavy hair. Harry could feel the magic emanating from her; it was dark, but different than Voldemort's.

"I am Petunia born Evans and I call upon Mars, the god of war, hear my plea and help my cause. I call upon Apophasis, Lord of chaos, hear my summons. And finally I call upon Chaos itself: hear me, give me power and help my cause. I summon forth D'Hoffren. Hear me Lord of Vengeance and answer my summons. I have been wronged and I wish to bring suffering to him who wronged me. I thirst for vengeance! Hear me D'Hoffren and come!"

Six years of magic school and Harry was sure he had never heard of a similar incantation, not even from Hermione. He was honestly curious to see if it would work. Arthur was experiencing the same mixture of being terrified and curious. He worked at the Ministry of Magic and was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, but he had also never heard of a muggle doing incantaions.

Lucius Malfoy was also clueless as to what was going on. He had practiced Dark Arts his entire life, but had never heard of anything being like this being preformed before. Although somewhere in the back of his mind, something told him he should knew the name D'Hoffren from somewhere.

From where he was laying slumped leaning against the Dursley's recliner, Draco remembered back to the demonology book he had discovered in the Malfoy library earlier in the summer. 'Fuck,' was the only thought he had the energy for.

A column of flames suddenly erupted between Petunia and the fireplace, beside which Lucius was pinned to the wall. They subsided and in their place stood a tall being wearing black robes. It had a bluish, almost goat-like face with a pair of twisted horns atop its head, a long, thin white beard and beady red eyes.

Lucius Malfoy gaped as he realized that this common muggle had just summoned a demon. His son, on the other hand, was thinking how he somehow expected the High Lord of Vengeance Demons to be somewhat more terrifying.

"Aaahh, Petunia," D'Hoffren said in a pleasant voice that surprised everyone present, "it's been a while. Now what can I do for you."

"That man killed my husband," Petunia pointed to Lucius and released the magic that kept him pinned to the wall. He slumped to the ground as the Head Vengeance Demon turned his head to look at him.

"Lucius Malfoy. . . hmmm, I was wondering how long it would be before I was called to deal with you. There are many people out there who wish many nasty things to happen to you. You have been fortunate thus far because none of them have known how to go about making that happen. Until now."

It amazed Harry how someone so obviously evil could sound so much like Dumbledore.

"Petunia, wait!" Harry turned in confusion just in time to see Ethan rush in through the wall. And stumble over the couch.

'I thought Tonks said he was a muggle.' Harry was really confused now.

"Whatever you're about to do, don't. You know you'll only regret it later. Think about your family: Dudley and that charming husband of yours. . ."

"Shut up Ethan!" Petunia commanded and Ethan winced at the sound of her voice, as if it was something he was hoping he wasn't going to hear. "My husband is dead and that man killed him."

"Oh." This was apparently news to Ethan. He shrugged and plopped himself down on the couch. "Well, in that case, please, don't let me stop you."

"I wasn't planning on it."

"Now Petunia, what do you wish?" D'Hoffren addressed Harry's aunt. There was a pause.

"I wish for Lucius Malfoy to become a muggle, unrecognizable to any who ever knew him. I wish for him to be mute and mentally unreadalbe and to become the Dark Lord's next plaything."

D'Hoffren smiled.

"You always did have such a wonderful imagination Petunia," the demon lord said. He snapped his fingers and Lucius disappeared. "And what of them?" he gestured to the remaining death eaters.

"Let the wizards deal with them," Petunia answered, "I hear Azkaban is quite a nasty place, after all."

D'Hoffren bowed his head and departed the same way he had arrived. From his place on the couch, Ethan clapped.

"Bravo Petunia," he grinned from ear to ear, "that was superbly done." His expression became serious. "But now I think it's time you calmed down and . . . "

"I will not calm down!" she screamed with such force that Ethan went flying back onto the couch.

"Wonderful, just wonderful," Harry heard Ethan mumble, "I'm going to strangle the moron who let her near magic again."

Meanwhile, Petunia turned to Arthur Weasley and advanced. Arthur backed away from her until he tripped over one of the death eaters lying on the ground.

"You freaks couldn't protect my sister and her family," Petunia began in a frighteningly calm voice, "my perfect sister, whose magic was all good and wonderful. But me? I was always just a muggle. I was more powerful than Lily, but always a muggle to you lot. All because of some stupid piece of parchment I never received. All because I didn't need to wave a stupid little stick around. And then, after I'd finally given it all up, settled down to a life without it, He showed up on my doorstep. My sister's son: full of her magic, the good magic. You couldn't just let it be either, no, you just had to send him a letter didn't you. Bring it back into my house. Freaks!"

The front door suddenly burst open. Harry couldn't see out into the hall, but he saw Dudley look out and stare in awe at whatever was out there.

"Well it's about fucking time," Ethan said, coming up to stand beside Harry. But Harry didn't have time to ask what he was talking about when a white light walked into the room. At the same moment Harry felt a wave of pure magic wash over him. Where Voldemort's and even his aunt's magic had felt dark and heavy, this magic he was feeling was light and felt almost pure. But it was so strong that it threatened to overwhelm him. He had to shield his eyes from the intensity of the light. Through his fingers he saw a figure standing in the light.

'No,' he suddenly realized, 'she's emanating the light.'

It was a petite woman with long, red hair. She was wearing a white peasant blouse and a long jean skirt. Without the light she would've passed for an ordinary muggle. Her hair was being blown out of her face by a similar non-existent breeze as Petunia's had. Except that the wind around this woman seemed stronger.

"Stop!" she commanded. Petunia had by now turned away from Arthur Weasley and was watching the newcomer.

"He killed the man I love," she said, "he had to pay."

"I know," the woman answered in a kind voice, "I can feel your sorrow and your pain. But you're not alone." She stepped aside and gestured to Dudley. "You have a son to take care of."

"A son. . ." Petunia looked at Dudley in a daze, "Dudley. . . my child, my Dudley. . ."

Dudley watched his mother in amazement. This was the woman who had given birth to him? He didn't know whether to be terrified of her or admire her. He had always thought of her as such a plain, conservative woman, nothing remarkable. She had always shied away from magic, been afraid of it. From the moment he met Ethan he had guessed there was more to it, but this was beyond anything he could ever have imagined.

But right now he just wanted his mother back.

"Mum?" he said quietly.

"Let us help you," the strange woman said to Petunia, reaching her hand out. Petunia looked at the hand and then at her son. Then she looked directly into the woman's face and took her hand.

A dark light surrounded Petunia in that instant and the whole room watched as it was slowly devoured by the bright light from the redheaded witch. Petunia's arched her back as if in pain, her lips parted in a silent scream.

The light went out and Petunia let go of the other woman's hand. Her eyes were back to normal, but she looked as if she was about to collapse. Which she did.

"Petunia!" Ethan cried and ran to catch her as she fell. Slowly he lowered her down to the ground.

"Willow, are you ok?" a new voice called from the hall.

"Yep, just dandy," the redhead, who Harry assumed must be Willow, said although she was swaying slightly. She looked around and blinked, trying to get her bearings.

"Oh my God Ethan," Petunia said, "I. . . I just killed a man, I sent him to his death. He was human and I. . ."

"Petunia, luv," Ethan interrupted her gently, "he killed the man you loved. He deserves everything that's coming to him."

Willow knelt down beside her.

"Hey," she said, "at least you didn't go all veiny and try to destroy the world."

Petunia chuckled through her tears. Harry was even more confused now.

Just then a man wearing glasses, a brown tweed jacket and blue jeans walked into the living room. He quickly scanned the room.

"How is she Ethan?" he asked, when he saw the group huddle on the floor.

"She'll be fine," Ethan said, "though I must say it took you long enough getting here Ripper."

'This is Ripper!' Harry thought, taking another look at the man, who was apparently taking control of the situation. He couldn't believe it. He had expected some tattoos, piercings, a shaved head, some spikes sticking out of somewhere or chains and leather at least. But this man looked not only normal, but incredibly dull as well.

"What happened?" Willow asked, looking to Ethan.

"Well, I was walking Lucy. . . that would be my dog, not my girlfriend. . . when I happened to look in and see that Petunia here was in a bit of trouble, so I phoned you and then came over myself. Turns out they had been attacked by four death eaters. One of them killed her husband and Petunia got a bit upset and knocked them all out."

"Right then," Ripper said after a brief pause and turned to the newest collection of unfamiliar faces in the doorway, "Dawn, Vi, tie them up." He gestured at the death eaters and two young girls with long, brown hair walked up to the death eaters and began to do just that. Then he took another sweep of the room with his eyes.

"Ethan," he began carefully, "I thought you said there were four of them."

"There were."

"Then we are apparently missing one."

"She summoned D'Hoffren. Trust me, the last one is no longer a problem."

"She summoned D'Hoffren!" one of the girls asked. "And he came? Wow, she must be super powerful then. I mean not like Willow, but then no one's as powerful as Willow, but still. . . that's like so cool!"

"Yeah," the other one agreed and Harry suddenly realized they were both American, "hey, I don't suppose you want to come work at the Council, 'cause we could really use some magical help right now and - woah! What the hell happened to this guy!"

"Which guy Dawn?" Willow asked. She stood up and walked over to where the second girl was kneeling.

Draco Malfoy looked up to see two large brown eyes looking down at him with curiosity. He must've blacked out, he didn't remember this girl. How long had she been here, standing over him, watching him? He noticed she was wearing muggle clothing. Another came to stand beside her. He raised his head just as she knelt beside the other girl. She reached out to touch him.

"He's been hit by some sort of curse, dark and pretty nasty by the looks of it," she said.

"What kind of curse," an unknown male voice asked.

"Not sure, but I think it was meant to cause lots of pain."

"Well, that makes sense," the girl with brown eyes said without a hint of concern in her voice, "'cause he sure looks lots 'o hurt."

Harry marvelled at how commonplace the whole situation seemed to the two girls who looked for all the world as if they were ordinary muggles. Clearly they weren't witches, because otherwise they would've used a spell to tie the death eaters up with and they would've recognized the Crutatious Curse for what it was. Yet they talked about magic and curses as if it was completely natural for them.

"His father punished him when he wouldn't kill my son," Petunia told the newcomers. The girls' heads turned to her.

"What!" they all cried in one voice. Then they looked at each other.

"Ok, that was way creepy," the one kneeling by Draco said.

"Yeah, I think we've been spending way too much time together," the other one added.

"Agreed. When we get back to Slayer Central, no more spending so much time together. Unless we're training."

"Ok, back to blondie now," Willow interrupted.

"Take him with you," Petunia said.

"What?" Ripper asked.

"Dawn said you need someone with magical knowledge. He could've killed Dudley and he didn't; I think he deserves a chance. He's been marked by the Dark Lord; the Wizarding World isn't going to want him unless it's to throw him in prison. Besides, isn't taking in dark heros what you specialize in?"

Dawn smiled and turned back to Draco.

"Well, in that case, welcome to the family. My name's Dawn, this is Willow, that's Vi and the man cleaning his glass religiously over there is Giles. Call him G-man though; he really hates it."

"Draco," came a reply so soft that Dawn almost missed it.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Draco," he tried again in a voice hoarse from screaming, "name's Draco."

"Draco. . . that means dragon doesn't it? Cool!"

"Jo, people, could someone move their butt over my way and help me!" came a yell from the kitchen. "I may be big and strong, but I only got two hands!"

"Put me down this instant you insolent girl! I am not some damsel in distress that needs rescuing!"

"Moody!" Arthur cried and ran out after the voice. Harry also suddenly remembered that Mr. Weasley had mentioned that Moody and Tonks were supposed to have been here to escort him back to 12 Grimmauld Place. That felt like a lifetime ago, but really it was only about an hour ago. He ran out into the hall to take the shortcut into the kitchen.

Arthur was already there helping a dark-haired girl with Moody. Tonks was leaning against the doorframe with her back to the yard. Both looked as though they could barely move and they were covered in blood and mud. Tonks had a crushed violet in her hair.

"What happened?" Harry asked her.

"We were attacked, didn't even see it coming either, damn death eaters," she answered and then narrowed her eyes, "are you ok?"

"Yeah I'm fine."

"What happened? I mean I can hardly see Lucius Malfoy going through all the trouble of attacking us only to leave you alone."

"I'll explain later and trust me, this is a story you'll definitely want to hear." The girl who had been helping them returned and picked Tonks up as if she weighed nothing. Harry felt someone approach him from behind. He tensed automatically.

"Faith, how's the situation outside?" he heard Ripper ask and relaxed. The girl turned her head and grinned.

"Everything's five by five, G-man. Found these two in the bushes in the corner of the garden. They're a bit beat up, but otherwise fine."

"Good. Just leave them here, the wizards will deal with them. We're leaving."

"'K, sure thing."

Ripper walked away. Harry turned around in time to see the girl Vi carrying Draco out of the house with Dawn and Willow following.

"Ethan, will you be ok here with Petunia?" he heard Ripper ask when he stopped in front of the living room door.

"Yes, yes, we'll be fine. Now go save the world or kill some demon or whatever it is that you people do on a regular basis," came Ethan's reply. Ripper rolled his eyes.

"Well, if you need anything you apparently know how to reach me."

With that Ripper and his company left.

Not long afterwards,Harry and his belongings were flooed to the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.

He was greeted by Mrs. Wealsey who enveloped him in a huge bear hug.

"Merlin, what took you so long!" she cried. "The clock, it showed you were in moral peril: what happened Arthur!"

"Molly, I promise we'll tell you everything, but for now can you please take a look at Tonks and Moody. They're injured." Molly Weasley looked from her husband to the two Order members in question. Her eyes went wide when she saw them.

"Oh my poor dears, lets get you both into bed, you look terrible!"

"Harry!"

"Oh my God, you're here!"

Harry turned as both his friends bounded down the stairs to greet him.

"Hey Ron, hey Hermione!" he said with a wide smile. "You have no idea how good it is to see you two again!"

"What happened, you were supposed to arrive an hour ago?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah mate, mum's been fretting something awful," Ron added.

"I'll tell you everything, but wait 'till everyone gets here. Oh and you won't believe who finally got rid of Lucius Malfoy once and for all!"

"Lucius Malfoy! Harry, now you're really scaring me," Hermione exclaimed. Harry turned away from them and walked towards the kitchen.

"Come on Harry, mate, don't keep us in suspense," Ron wined, "who got rid of Malfoy?"

"My aunt," Harry shot over his shoulder as he kept walking. There was a moment of silence.

"Your what!"

Hehe, hope you enjoyed that. I might write a one-shot follow-up for this later. What am I saying? This was supposed to be a one-shot!

Please review and make me happy!