Author Note: The excrement is hitting the rotary air circulating device. Things are going to get a lot more heated and messy for everyone. Also the story is going to begin to earn some of its mature rating for things other than violence. I will give chapter specific warnings. So far this chapter is still just some good ol ultra violence to enjoy with that red red kroovy.
The first class they had after lunch was defense. The girls had to go to feminine studies. Ron was looking at her schedule with a confused frown, "Uh I have defense on here?"
"They are officially counting you as a boy Ron. Remember."
"Great I spend most of my life wanting to be a girl and now that I am one I get treated like a boy still." Ron huffed angrily.
"At least you're getting to learn defense magic. Let's just deal with this." Lavender said before turning after giving Neville a peck on the cheek.
Hermione was frowning. "I am not looking forward to this class. Are you sure we can't trade, Ron. You could probably use learning how to be more feminine than I could."
"No the two of you may not trade." Professor Carrow declared coldly. "Now everyone please get to where you are supposed to be."
The students shuffled to their classrooms. Ron taking a seat beside Harry and Neville in confusion but trying not to feel awkward.
"Good afternoon gentlemen. You have had it incredibly easy over these last few years. A privileged and soft life. That changes. You are going to learn what it takes to be leaders, warriors, authorities in our world. Now turn to page 56." Carrow said standing at the lectern that had been placed in front of the desk.
In the classroom for the girls They sat at their desks before Corina Craven came in. She was smiling and sat on the desk. Her robes only reached to her knees and were low cut in the front. Either she was wearing a corset or had a good support spell causing her bosom to defy gravity.
"Ah ladies today begins your journey into becoming women. You will learn the proper arts of feminine wiles. There is no books, no study guide. I want to be your friend. Your mentor. Come to think of me as a big sister. Now let's start with what it means to be a proper woman."
Hermione felt her gorge rising as the woman continued talking.
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At Malfoy Manor the Death Eaters had been keeping a low profile. The few who had bravely peeked into the dining room said that the Dark Lord was sitting at the table with Bella's head in front of him. It had been cleaned and returned to her normal appearance. The Dark Lord kept staring at it like he was deeply thinking.
He did not take his lunch or call for anyone. They remained ready to react to whatever his decision would be. Finally he called for Barty Crouch Junior to be brought to him.
The tall brown haired main wearing a brown suit and brown long coat with white trainers bounced into the room and knelt gracefully in front of the Dark Lord. "What is thy bidding my master." the man intoned.
"Rise Barty. I have a special task for you. One that I am certain your talents will be most appropriate for." The dark lord said distractedly.
"Yes my lord. I live to serve." The brown haired man said twitching slightly as his tongue slid over his lips quickly.
"I want you to draw out Sirius Black. I want the muggles he loves so deeply to suffer and burn. You like to play with fire. Well light a fire so big the gods themselves will notice us. Destroy the muggles."
Barty Crouch Junior grinned before giggling giddily. "I shall not fail you my lord."
Staring darkly at the giddy man with a wave of dark power palpable enough that even Barty swallowed hard as the coldness penetrated his soul. "See to it that you do not. Either I will have the head of Sirius Black mounted on my wall or I will have yours."
Barty nodded quickly before saluting, "I live to serve, I serve to live."
With a dismissive wave of his hand the dark lord turned back to staring into the eyes of Bellatrix's head. Before Barty had left the room the Dark Lord spoke once more, "Barty. Before you go send me Lucius Malfoy."
"Yes my lord."
Lucius came in and took a knee. "Yes my lord?"
"How close to taking over the Ministry are we?"
"We have placed our people into most of the key positions. Fudge is remaining quite useful. The rank and file have some displeasure with the new leadership but not sufficient to cause issues."
The Dark Lord nodded before saying, "Bones and Moody?"
"She has retired to her estate in Yorkshire sire. As for Moody he been loudly speaking about retiring. He claims he just bought a boat. With plans to go fishing."
Voldemort chuckled darkly, "Which means that he is plotting and seeing who would be most pleased for him to vanish. He lives in a muggle village does he not?"
"Yes my Lord. Lower Tidmarsh." Lucius confirmed as he thought for a brief moment.
"Good. Make the villagers turn on him. Do you recall a classic movie called Frankenstein?"
"I believe so Sire." Lucius said. He did not know for certain what his Dark Lord was referring to but had read the book at least.
"The scene at the end where the village gets their pitchforks and torches. Make certain Moody is on the receiving end of that. No hurry in this. Barty will be causing sufficient chaos and havoc for the both of you."
"Yes my lord. Does it matter if anyone in the village gets killed?" HE thought he knew the answer but wanted to make certain. As unsettled as the Dark Lord was Lucius knew that his life was endangered if he breathed too loudly.
"I would rather prefer it. Use your imagination Lucius. I'm certain you can develop something. How goes your wife's search for the Grangers?"
"She is getting closer. A few days more at least before she has them." Lucius said calmly.
"Good. As muggles they cannot resist us. The others are magicals and have some protection, until we can control the Ministry." Voldemort said firmly. "Only then may we make the final push."
Lucius nodded as the Dark Lord did not seem to be directing those comments at him. Still acknowledging what he said was never a bad idea.
"Go now Lucius. Do my bidding."
"Yes my lord."
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Sirius was limping into his kitchen at his secret base. The wound on his leg had been healed as best as he could but it was still sore. He wished he could have gone back home to recover but that was Harry's now. He was allowing that old wolf Remus to live there so Sirius would not interfere. He had tossed the knife into a pit at the quarry and melted it into a puddle. It would harm no one ever again.
"Yes I know Jamie. You know what though I still say mailing him her head was funny. Let him know I'm not scared of him. I'll do what I have to. We have a job to do and I didn't think you'd be slacking on it Jamie." Sirius said pulling some milk from the refrigerator. "I still have a few more I need to deal with. The job isn't done yet. You know that."
"I know Lily. I know. But these are violent people they are not going to just stop because I ask them nicely." He turned to look to his left. "I already told you I won't kill Sevvie. Doesn't mean I'm going to like him."
He took a deep shuddering breath, "No Lils. I know you believe there's still good in him. You're a party of one in that regards." He put his hand on his cheek as he bit his lip, "Please Lils. Don't make promise you something I can't keep. If he hurts Harry or lets him get hurt I will end him. I will end him slowly and painfully."
He sniffed back tears as he nodded, "I know. I can promise you that. Okay Lils. Okay. All we care about is Harry. Keeping him safe. So let me get some food and some sleep then its back to the list. I think I'll go after Bulstrode next. I owe that fat bastard a kick in the teeth."
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Barty had apparated to outside King's Cross, landing in the muggle area near a middle aged drunk who looked at his bottle then at the tall sandy brown haired man in the trench coat.
"Hullo. How'd you do that?"
Barty snickered and said, "It's a kind of magic. Name's Sirius Black. What's yours?"
"Charlie Scuttle."
"Well Charlie Scuttle. You have a really great day. Its going to be one for the record books!" Barty crowed as she started walking off whistling a tune with his hands buried in his pockets.
The drunk looked up bleary eyed and settled back against the building shaking his head. Dismissing the encounter as just another hallucination originating in the bottle.
Barty wandered along enjoying the bright winter day. He came to a newsstand and looked over the various headlines. A woman at the stand while pushing a pram. The child inside wrapped tightly against the cold. Barty chuckled and chatted with the woman for a moment before cooing at the baby.
"She's quite the cutie. May I?" He said with a wide open smile. He pushed the confundus charm at her. Casting it wandless and silent weakened it as he was not very good at either of those, but she was a muggle and the spell addled her mind just enough that she assented.
Barty picked the baby up and started cooing at it again. The baby being held by a stranger started crying and being upset which made Barty hold it against his shoulder, "There there. It's okay. You don't need to cry anymore." He held the babies head in one hand and its small body in the other before giving a quick and sudden yank. There was a snapping sound and the child fell silent. He glanced at the mother who was still standing idly by with a confused grin on her face. The newsstand agent was dealing with another customer so neither of them had noticed anything unusual.
Barty put the baby back into the pram, tucking it in tightly, he even closed the still glassy eyes. Nodding he turned and walked off once more.
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As Barty approached the cul-de-sac that was Grimmould Place he stopped whistling. He would approach this carefully. Remus Lupin was not a fool, nor was he a slouch in combat magics. He would be reluctant to act around the muggles though which was his weakness. Barty fortunately had no such qualms.
Entering the neighborhood Barty sighed as he recalled the fun he and Bella used to have around here. The park across the street was where he used to collect muggle teens during the summer before the fall of the Dark Lord. They used to have so much fun playing with them, even if a few did get broken and they had to toss them back. A few they found so nice they gave them to the Dark Lord for whatever he did. Pity Regulus was such a whiner. When he got cold feet and ran off Barty had not been surprised. He never really did seem to have his heart in it.
Standing outside #12 Grimmould he shook his head at how silly and trusting Potter was. He had not restored the Fidelius or the unplottable aspects of the house. Such a trusting young fool.
A middle aged woman walked up to him, "Excuse me young man. You look lost. Can I help you?"
Giving his slight twitch he drew his wand, "Oh I'm not lost in the slightest. I am here to burn this entire street down and murder everyone on it."
The woman took a step back, "Excuse me?"
"Ahh yes. Well we'll see about that in a moment. If you'll just wait over there I'll get around to the raping and pillaging in a moment." He cast an incarcerous on her and left her hanging from a streetlamp.
Turning back to Grimmould he cast a bombarda on the door. It bounced off and only by ducking quickly did Barty not have it come back into his face. A tree behind him was reduced to splinters. Barty nodded as it was obvious a rebounding charm was on the doors.
In Hogwarts Harry felt the wards flare to life automatically telling him that Grimmould was under attack. He shook his head as he willed the house to go into full active defense mode. He knew it was in a muggle neighborhood but he could only think of one group who would attack the house.
Back at Grimmould Remus was reading in the library working on some research Hermione had written him about when the shutters slammed shut as did the interior doors. A strange watery light filled the house as things started happening. He set the book down and taking his wand in hand stood up. He realized that Harry for some reason had activated the defenses of the house. He was going to be trapped in the library but with a grin thought how that would be most interesting place to be.
Barty was about to launch another spell when the lamps on either side of the door flared into a greenish blue light, the shutters over every window slammed shut and a shield rolled down over the door. He stood blinking for a second before twin gouts of flame came shooting out from the lamps aimed for where he was standing. He combat apparated across the street to the park. This was going to be interesting. He set fire to the trees on either side of his location before apparating back across the street in front of #11. Walking up to the front door he kicked it open. The woman on the other side was shocked and started screaming so he silenced her with a quick killing curse. Turning towards the wall that was shared with #12 he started launching multiple bombardas until the brickwork was exposed.
Harry felt Remus in the house and unlocked the doors for him to exist out the back since there was no magicals within the sensing range. He was not paying attention to the class but fortunately it was transfiguration and Hermione was allowed into that class. Plus Professor McGonnegal would recognize what was going on he hoped.
Remus saw the doors open and heard the kitchen door as well slam open he understood what he was supposed to do and left via the back door. It would take to long to run around to the front from the alley at the end of the cul-de-sac so he took the chance and apparated to the front. He saw the door was wide open on #11 next door and Mrs Parker from #15 tied up hanging from a streetlamp. He took the time to release her and say, "Go! Get out of here!"
She did not hesitate and ran away screaming for help. The other doors on the street opened as they heard the commotion. Remus saw the burning trees and cast large rainburst spell over each one.
Barty was becoming frustrated as the wall was healing the cracks almost as quickly as he was damaging the bricks. He heard the crack of an apparate outside and grinned, walking casually down the stairs he had to dodge multiple spells that had been quickly cast at him.
"Hullo Lupin. Long time no see eh?" He called out from behind a shrubbery.
"BARTY CROUCH JUNIOR!" Remus barked. He had hoped Sirius had gotten him already but it would seem not.
"In the flesh!' He shouted back sending several sections of wrought iron fence at Lupin. Forcing him to dodge and spin.
"Too bad its not the right time of the month you bastard!"
"Oh hush and call your pet Sirius. He's the one I want!" Barty screamed as he turned and cast a fiendfyre through the window of #11.
Remus looked aghast as the flames roared into existence within the house. #13 began to hum as it detected the threat next door. The house had been upgraded with ancient magics and some the Black family had developed over the years on their own.
Barty paused for a moment then with a shrug combat apparated to the park behind Remus who followed the Death Eater. The two traded spells and threw benches and trash bins at each other. Meanwhile the fiendfyre raged and ate. It grew and hit the gas main causing an explosion. #13 shimmered and rebounded the explosion causing most of the houses on the street to splinter and shatter. Remus and Barty were both knocked to the ground from the shockwave. In Hogwarts Harry jerked and spasmed before the lights went out.
The fiendfyre roared and crackled its glee as Remus paled in horror. Fiendfyre was terrifying due to its lack of being easily controlled. Only the most powerful of witches and wizards could bend it to their will, and then only for brief periods. It only had an animal intelligence but it lived. It breathed, it consumed and it hated. It only existed in this world to destroy and burn everything it could, and there was very little it couldn't burn.
"Oooh that's pretty." Barty said picking himself up and laughing giddily.
Remus started throwing spells at him again. Trying to ignore the fact that muggle sirens were coming closer. Which meant this was going to be one major statute violation.
Barty batted them back like they were playing tennis. Barty had been one of the inner circle for a reason. As insane and violent as he was he was still an incredibly smart and skilled wizard.
Remus felt the pace of the combat starting to change as he danced and dodged, parrying spells. He had to admit he had allowed himself to grow softer and the only reason he was even holding his own was due to the enhanced stamina of his condition.
A single slip happened and a piece of a wrought iron fence nailed him in the left shoulder. He was pinned to a tree, what was worse was the force of the impact had caused him to lose his grip on his wand.
Barty sauntered over, he was grimy, sweating and breathing hard. "You know. Its been far too long since I've had this much fun."
"Well, let me loose and I'll make sure you really enjoy the game." Remus spat, tasting blood he wondered how he could get loose. He was absolute shit with wandless or silent magic and being wounded did not help. He did not heal quickly except in his wolf form.
Barty sneered as he cast a bone breaker into Remus' right hand. "Oh I don't think so. You and Sirius were close. I think I'll take you for bait and drag that filthy bastard Sirius out into the open. Unless you want to tell me where he is?"
"Only think I want to tell you is to go fuck yourself!" Remus hissed.
"Definite to the end." Barty sneered with a shrug, "Oh well. I'm sure I'll find Sirius somehow."
Barty felt a tap on his shoulder causing him to turn around. Someone had managed to sneak up on him while he was dealing with Lupin. When he saw who it was he recoiled in horror just moments before a fist contacted his jaw. The fist belonging to a grinning black haired Sirius.
Andromeda Tonks and her daughter Nymphadora ran over. Wands drawn and pointed at Barty who was rubbing his jaw. Sneering angrily he spun his legs around in a sweeping kick that caused Sirius to leap backwards. Continuing his spin into an apparate Sirius growled and launched himself after the Death Eater.
The two women ran up, "Remus. Just don't move, we'll get you to Saint Mungo's soon."
"Oh I'm not planning on going anywhere." Remus weakly said as he passed out.
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Sirius landed and rolled as he struggled to get his bearings. He was confused briefly as Barty was running down a strange roadway. Suddenly it clicked in Sirius mind as he realized he was on a runway at Gatwick Airport. The very large 747 in TWA colors bearing down on him probably helped with that realization.
He combat apparated closer to Barty's location who was laughing as he fired a bombarda at the airplane. The outboard engine exploding causing the plane to dip and slam to the ground skidding and trailing smoke.
Sirius took the opportunity to launch a Killing Curse at Barty but he noticed and jumped again Sirius managed to find the trail and jumped after him,
Landing this time in the middle of Trafalger Square Sirius called out, "Dammit Barty stand and fight me!"
"Not yet! We still have some more to dance, and I'm not lion!" He laughed as he cast a spell hitting the twin large lion statues that began to stretch and moved. Sirius was getting very tired of this and pulled a taxi over using his magic and threw it at Barty's head.
People ran screaming as the lions began to circle the square. Sirius called out "Kreacher! Deal with the statues!" The elf could at least do that.
Barty had ducked as the car passed over him, he returned the favor causing Sirius to have to run forward passing inches under the side of the car. However when he slid he pulled multiple chunks of pavement up and flung them at Barty.
"So Sirius. You should know his Lordship is quite peeved you murdered Bella."
"Awe too bad. Wonder how he'll react when your head comes in." Sirius had to tuck and roll as the chunks of pavement that Barty had not dodged had been transformed into needles and flung back at him.
"As it'll be your head I bring back to his lordship I should get quite the reward."
"Oh so you're the one giving him head now!" Sirius called out.
It grew quiet. Sirius had not felt a combat apparate, as a matter of fact he had not felt any apparates and Aurors should have been here already. Muggles had left the square, the lion statues were melted chunks of cooling scrap. Although muggle sirens were coming in the distance.
Sirius reached out with a sensory spell carefully, not including his hearing as he expected a trick. As he thought a thunderclap went off a moment later which would have deafened him if he had not. He did notice that Barty had disillusioned himself and was trying to hide alongside one of the nearby buildings.
Sirius chose a different approach and cast a mirror image spell. Suddenly there were seven images of him charging across the square. Barty tried to pick the real Sirius out by blasting each image causing it to vanished with a pop. Each time one left Sirius and the images shifted and shuffled until Barty realized he was in trouble. By that time though the real Sirius had dropped the very large and very solid statue of Lord Nelson onto Barty. It had tumbled slightly and instead of crushing him fully it hand handed on Barty's waist and abdomen. The sudden impact from several hundred pounds of solid dense sandstone caused him to explode. His head leaving his body like a toothpaste tube cap that a wrestler had stepped on.
Sirius snorted when he heard multiple police cars pull up. The officers began to shout at him to not move, don't move.
He stood up sighing with his wand in his hand, "Gentlemen I always thought the police said freeze. That's what the telly teaches us."
"Well bad luck chum. I am the police and I say Don't move." the lead officer called out gruffly. These were armed response officers so they all had 9mm pistols pointed at him.
"Kreacher would you be a dear and disarm these muggles?" Suddenly each officer was struggling to hold onto their pistols which wanted to fly out of their hand. Some strange small ugly dwarf was holding a bag that the pistols all flew into as the men lost the ability to hold onto them.
"Thanks for the Sirius Black war fund gentlemen. Good Day." As he spun and apparated away.
One of the officers stepped forward, "Sergeant? What just happened?"
The man looked at his empty hand then the devastation around the square, "I have no idea but I have a feeling that we are going to be spending the next month doing paperwork."
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Harry woke up to find Hermione sitting in the chair beside his bed. The lights were low and quiet. She was invisible from the waist down so must have borrowed his cloak. He went to sit up only to give a groan as his head felt like someone was trying to pound their way out from the inside.
Hermione was rubbing his forehead with a cold rag, "Harry are you okay?"
"I think so. Dead people don't feel pain do they?"
"I don't think so. I've not actually asked. Myrtle gets rather bent about those kinds of questions according to Luna." Hermione said before kissing him passionately.
Harry chuckled, "I think I like this kind of medicine."
Hermione smiled as she handed him his glasses, "You passed out when Grimmould got attacked."
"I know. I was feeling everything then there was an explosion. I think I called the rest of the Black family to my aide."
"According to witnesses yes you did." Hermione explained.
"Oh. So what happened?"
"From what I can gather Harry. Barty Crouch Junior attacked Grimmould and caused a lot of damage to the houses and the park around it."
"Was anyone hurt?" Harry asked tiredly.
Hermione nodded, "Several mundanes were killed, a bunch injured and Mr Lupin was put into Saint Mungo's. He'll be okay but that's only because Sirius and Andromeda showed up quickly."
Harry sighed, "Did he get away?"
Hermione smiled grimly, "Sirius did, Crouch didn't"
"This is not going to end well is it?"
"Luna said we are going to be at war within a month, two at the outset." Hermione dolefully said.
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Prime Minister John Major was reading the reports in his office at four in the morning on January 27th 1994. three firefighters had been injured, one killed, Four people in the neighborhood had been killed and two injured. Multiple people reported acts of strange lights and that the flames laughed and howled at them. It had taken the arrival of the magicals to deal with the flames.
Flipping to another report he read that the evening news had shown a video that a tourist had taken of the fight in Trafalgar Square. It was on the BTN so its not like anyone took it seriously. That channel at least had a reputation as being the first one to air anything about Atlantis or alien invasions.
He was glad that the 747 at Gatwick had managed to come to a stop without any injuries or deaths involved in that.
He stood up and walked over to the painting of an older gentleman that was dressed like a lord from the 1700s. Tapping on the frame he frowned. "Look old man. I know what you are and how your side is supposed to talk to us whenever something important happened so wake up and get me your Minister."
The painting refused to move so the PM went to his desk and got a long silver letter opener out. Walking back to the painting he began to idly flick at the canvas. He soon reached the man's hat and began to flick at that causing the painting to duck, "Bloody Hell. Can't you tell when you are being ignored?" It bellowed.
"At a time like this I shall not be ignored. Now you get your Minister here or I figure out how you work."
"Not likely." The painting sneered before exiting the frame. A few moments later the fireplace in his office had a rush of green flames appear and a short round faced man stepped out wearing an ugly green rumpled suit.
"Mr Majors I am not entirely thrilled with being summoned like a truant schoolboy."
"Mr Fudge. I am not entirely thrilled with the loss of human life caused by your people. Much less their arrogance acting like we were vermin infesting their crime scene." The muggle Prime Minister firmly said in reply.
Fudge nervously fidgeted, like he was missing having something in his hands, "Well that's most unfortunate. I was not told you lost people."
"Well if you will come over here I'll show you the reports I've received."
"Please no more reports or paperwork. I have been buried in paperwork and I am facing an inquiry by the ICW and the Wizengamut is going to be called to perform an inquest over what happened." Fudge said before smiling wanly at the man, "I may be out of office within a few days. So please let the condemned man die peacefully."
"Mr Fudge I was informed of your world when I was elected to this position. We have maintained a peaceful coexistence for a very long time. Why is your side suddenly attacking my people?" Major demanded.
"Its a man named Black. Sirius Black."
"The prisoner you warned us about last year? The one that turned up dead?"
"Well you see it seems he may not be as dead as we thought." Fudge hedged.
Majors sat behind his desk pulling his glasses off to rub his nose. "And you did not feel it important to notify me why?"
"Well as muggles there is not much you can do. So why bother you about things that are beyond your limited capacity to handle." Fudge arrogantly stated.
Majors smiled at the portly man, "You might be surprised as to what is within our capacity. Our science has grown immensely over the last several hundred years."
Fudge waved his hand dismissively, "I am not here to bandy words about your alleged capabilities. You rudely summoned me to discus the situation at hand. I have told you all that you need to know. Our teams have been rectifying the situation as much as possible and have everything under control. There is utterly nothing you can do so do not contact me. The painting was placed here for us to notify you under the treaty of 1698 when we established the statute of secrecy not for you to summon us to do your bidding."
So I'm supposed to just ignore that an entire city block was leveled, an airliner was almost crashed and a major landmark was destroyed?"
Fudge smiled, "Well all of those things have already been fixed. Magic is a wonderful thing. So your argument is moot." Standing he headed for the fireplace, "Now good morning to you Mr Majors. I am going to go back to my office and try to salvage what remains of my career. I suggest you work on doing the same."
"Mr Fudge I shall do what I need to do. Rest assured."
Fudge frowned but shaking his head dismissively stepped into the fireplace and throwing the green dust called out Ministry.
Majors took a deep breath and pulled his special wallet out. The one that held his government credentials and drew a special card out, it was pure black with nothing else on it but a single phone number. Looking over at the painting he made sure that the individual had not returned to it. Dialing the number he said, "Dr Roth. Activate your teams. Yes, I will have full authority from the Queen by this afternoon. Understood."
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Harry was discharged from the hospital and headed back to the common room. Hermione was walking beside him under the cloak when they heard people talking. Peering around the corner they saw Amycus Carrow standing over a young muggle-born girl. She was wearing Ravenclaw robes and Harry thought she was a first year he remembered from last year's sorting. He couldn't remember her name though.
"So why are you out so early?"
"I needed to go to the hospital wing sir." She meekly said.
"Really? And why is that?" He asked with a sneer.
"My. My period. I'm getting cramps and it hurts." She said holding her lower stomach.
"So. Did you ask Professor Dolohov if you could leave or if there was a charm to deal with them?" he politely asked with an amused tone.
She shook her head, "No I was scared to ask him."
"Well then it's a good thing I know how to deal with them. Being a married man I've had to help my wife." He said in an amused tone.
Amycus had his back to Harry and Hermione so when Harry cast a stunner that hit him in the back he literally did not see where it came from.
The young girl jumped backwards as Harry and Hermione quickly ran up. "Are you okay?"
She nodded breathlessly.
"Good, Hermione get her back to the tower. Lavender taught you the charm for that right?"
"Yes. C'mon. I'll help explain it on the way up." Hermione said wrapping her and the other girl in the cloak.
Harry waited several seconds before stunning the professor again. He knew if he did anything else to the professor that the headmaster would come down hard on the young girl. Harry was not sure what he was going to do to the girl but was certain he was not going to help her. Turning to go to the common room Harry was beginning to formulate a plan. He was the boy-who-lived and the child of prophecy as the press liked to call him, perhaps it was time to start living up to those titles.
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