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CHAPTER FOUR

"Wake up, Harry!" Lionel yelled in the young man's ear. Lionel was frustrated to see Harry just mumble something, bat his hand at the annoyance near his ear, and roll over still sleeping soundly.

"Would you like me to try, Daddy?" Luna offered with an innocent smile.

Lionel looked at his daughter, who was holding her sleeping baby self against her shoulder. He wasn't sure he'd be a fan of whatever method of waking up Luna had planned but nodded for her to continue. Luna walked over and handed her sleeping baby self to her father. Lionel took his baby daughter without question and was watching his grown-up daughter carefully. She lifted her shirt and flashed her breasts at the sleeping young man.

Harry shot up wide awake, though he wasn't quite sure what had woken him. He blearily looked around and saw Luna tucking her shirt in, while Lionel was holding baby Luna and nodding his head with a smile. Harry made a couple morning stutters and yawns before getting out an effective. "Good…-yawn-… morning." Harry said stretching his arms. "We still got some milk? My mouth is really dry and I'm having a craving." Harry explained while licking his lips.

Luna smiled at Harry and said "I'll go get you a glass from a clear bottle." She turned and went to the kitchen area. Lionel wasn't sure, but he thought his daughter may have been intentionally swaying her hips a bit more than usual.

Lionel turned to Harry and with a frown asked. "How are you doing?"

Harry cracked his neck and knuckles as he was stretching out. "A little sore, but not too bad."

Lionel nodded. "That's good to hear, but that's not what I meant."

Harry noticed it was a nice morning, and things looked pretty normal. "Err, what did you mean then?"

Lionel winced a bit and stated. "In the defense of my family and yourself, you took the lives of some men last night. I'm told you have a habit of blaming yourself excessively, and I wondered if you were going to be needing some time to yourself, some to think about what happened, a shoulder to cry on, or perhaps intensive training in the dark arts as your soul is now corrupted and you're unable to contain your thirst for pain and bloodlust."

Harry smiled mirthfully and waved him off. "Oh pshaw. You don't live my life and last as long as I have by being a crybaby nancy-boy pantywaist who has an emotional breakdown every time an idiot, like those last night, forces you into situations, like those last night."

Lionel's eyebrows rose and his respect for the young man, who the previous evening single-handedly saved all that he held dear to him, grew once again.

Harry saw the surprise on Lionel's face. "Don't worry too much. I hate having to fight them and I hate having to kill them sometimes, but when the alternative would mean them killing you, raping and killing Luna, and capturing me, it's something you kind of have to do."

Lionel nodded his head. "And I'm grateful you did. I just know even being the indirect cause of the taking of another's life can be emotionally trying."

Harry shrugged. "I killed my DADA teacher when I was eleven. That's one of the reasons why Luna never had Professor Quirrell."

Lionel nodded. "I can see why he was replaced after that year. I'm assuming you had a good reason to kill him though? Some kind of him or me battle to the death?"

"Something like that," Harry agreed. "Mainly it was when Voldemort stopped living under the turban and in the back of Quirrell's head. He had been possessed and my mother's blood protection burned his flesh on contact. And then the next year I killed a sort of student from 50 years ago who was coming back to life, right after I killed the giant basilisk. Shame about the basilisk. Impressive creatures even if they are a bit dangerous to humans."

Lionel seemed done being surprised and just nodded as though these things sounded pretty normal. "Killed a sort of student?"

"Maybe it was more like a memory or a ghost than a student. Though with his possession he was more alive than Ginny Weasley was at the time I killed him."

"Ahh, that's right, Luna's first year. She mentioned Ginny was having some difficulties that year getting along with the roosters."

Harry looked at Lionel a bit oddly. "That's one way to put it."

Lionel smiled and patted the sleeping Luna on his shoulder. "Very well then. I can see you won't have any problems dealing with your thirst for pain and bloodlust if you've been an accomplished indirect killer for several years now. You killed four of the attackers and the other two we still have locked up. Would you like to question them with me? Could be fun."

Harry smiled. "Yeah… yeah, I think I would."

Lionel explained what they were going to do, and handed off baby Luna back to grown-up Luna. The two captives had been stripped and all items removed and charms disspelled. A couple of disposable diapers were enlarged and fastened around the two men. They were bound and chained to a couple of chairs.

Luna was carrying baby Luna pacing in the background while Harry and Lionel got comfortable across from the captives. They thought it might be more fun to do them both at the same time. They sent a couple Ennervates to the two Death Eaters and waited while they slowly regained consciousness.

"What's going on? Where am I?" the taller one on the left said.

Lionel turned to Harry. "Isn't it funny, how whenever I do an interrogation, they always think they get to ask questions too?"

Harry shrugged and suggested, "They're Death Eaters. They're not exactly known for their intelligence."

Lionel nodded, "Point taken."

The one on the right looked around. "This isn't the Ministry. Why didn't you turn us in and why are we here?"

Lionel looked at Harry and cheerfully added, "Still with the questions."

The one on the left continued, "And where are the rest of our team?"

"Oh! Oh!" Harry smiled and raised his twitching hand the eager way Hermione did whenever a professor asked a question. "I killed all of them already!"

The two men both paled a bit. The one on the right asked, "Why are we only wearing a diaper?"

Lionel smiled gleefully. "In my experience questioning Death Eaters," Lionel accentuated this with his quote fingers. "I find you all have no control over bowel movements and usually end up messing yourself in fear and pain before I even get halfway done carving my initials into your eyelids with my toenail."

Harry nodded. "The diapers just make things cleaner for both you and us."

One of the Death Eaters just groaned.

Harry made a pained face. "That wasn't meant to be an invitation to relieve yourself right now. Because we can always remove the enlargement charm on the diapers while you're still wearing them. Remember that."

Two simultaneous gulps followed.

"Now then," Lionel said with a smile. "Let's get started, shall we?"

Harry immediately began looking at the one on the left in the eye, "What are your names?"

The man Harry was watching just stared back, saying nothing.

"Oh goodie!" Lionel exclaimed. "They're resisting! My scrotum collection is going to grow!"

The one on the right yelled out, "I'm Wayne, and he's Harrison."

Harrison turned to Wayne and whined, "Shush! They're just trying to scare you!"

Wayne looked at him and with wide eyes answered, "Well, it's working!"

Lionel turned to Harry. "You know if they're going to be difficult, we may have to try making that experimental recipe for instant veritaserum."

Harry shrugged. "It might be worth a shot. We won't have the pinch of aconite we're supposed to, but I think if we use a full bottle of rat poison, it should work the same."

Lionel seemed to be considering it. "I'm still not convinced just one bottle is enough, but let's hope we don't have to make it. Maybe this time these guys will actually have something to live for."

Harry shrugged and looked doubtfully at the two worried faces. "Maybe."

"What do you want to know?" A defeated sounding Wayne asked.

"How'd you know where we were?" Lionel asked.

Harrison was angrily trying to whisper at Wayne not to answer. Wayne wasn't heeding Harrison's advice. "A forest ranger saw and recognized Potter. He passed it along."

"What was your mission?" Harry inquired.

Wayne was about to respond when Harry interrupted. "Not you, Wayne. I'd like to hear what Harrison has to say about this."

Harrison growled in frustration. "The mission was to capture you and leave no one alive behind. Your girlfriend could be killed or captured. We were under the impression it was just the two of you alone."

Lionel shook his head. "So you're not part of a conspiracy to prevent us from locating a Crumple-Horned?"

Harry raised an eyebrow as he looked at Lionel.

Harrison's anger appeared to ebb away as he responded, "Umm… wait. What?"

Lionel was quietly speaking to himself now. "Interesting. We may not have to skin them alive and feed their remains to the thestrals after all. We will need to make sure they don't remember us though." Lionel turned to Harry, "How good are you with memory charms?"

Harry answered honestly. "Never tried one, though I've seen them cast."

Lionel beamed at Harry, "Well, it looks like you have two test subjects to learn and practice on now."

Harry looked at the scared Death Eaters and nodded. "It would be a good skill to have."

Wayne and Harrison looked broken.

They sat in an awkward silence for a couple minutes before Harry wondered aloud, "Shouldn't we ask them some more questions?"

Lionel shook his head. "Be my guest, if you like. But I doubt they know anything useful. They're both obviously flipping newbies, as they were contemplating quitting the mission to go home. Any sort of seasoned veteran at all knows to do that would mean Voldemort would kill you immediately for either cowardice for leaving or for failure on the mission. As such, I doubt these two could even name any Death Eaters that you didn't already know about, and any estimates they made on the strength of Voldemort's forces would probably be incorrect."

Harry conceded every point Lionel brought up. "Alright then Wayne and Harrison. First one of you to tell me something useful gets to be my second memory charm test subject." Harry shrugged. "My first tries on new spells are typically a might bit temperamental. A few minor explosions, a number of liquefactions and the occasional raging inferno, but second tries are usually a lot better."

Wayne and Harrison looked at each other and were scrambling to think of anything. Harrison blurted out, "Severus Snape is a Death Eater."

Lionel rolled his eyes. "Flipping newbies, I told you."

Harry shook his head. "Are you that clueless about the organization you've signed over your death to? Snape is nothing more than Dumbledore's man in Voldemort's group, and Voldiedore's man in Dumblemort's group. He's a useless ferry of misinformation. I doubt even old Snivelly knows which side he is supposed to be loyal to today."

Lionel nodded. "He became a double agent to hide the fact that he couldn't make any friends on either side. It's really rather sad."

Harry nodded solemnly despite the warm fuzzy feeling in his heart.

Lionel mentioned to Harry, "Did you realize you called them Voldiedore and Dumblemort? I kind of like those names. They're catchy."

"Did I?" Harry chuckled. "Well I'm sure you knew I was referring to the annoying controlling old man that has been doing all he can to make my life hell."

Lionel paused. "Umm… you may need to be more specific than that."

Harry nodded. "I meant the one that is the cause of so much of my horrid childhood, the complete lack of safety, security, and happiness in my life. The one who's completely unscrupulous in the way he manipulates people."

"Still not enough," Lionel said with a shake of his head. "Any more clues?"

Harry considered it. "The one that needs to be knocked off his pedestal the most? The one that seems to have it in for me despite half the world thinking I'm the heir to his place in wizarding society?"

"Still sounds like both," Lionel replied. "How about a more specific hint?"

"The one with a sock fetish?"

"Ahh! Voldiedore then!"

Harry shrugged. "Actually Dumblemort has one too."

Wayne and Harrison were only now realizing that not only were they screwed in their current situation, but pretty much in their overall position in life too.

"Cornelius Fudge is a Death Eater!" Wayne yelled out triumphantly.

"Really?" Harry asked with a touch of disbelief.

Wayne nodded a bit hesitantly.

Lionel shook his head. "You're a bad liar. Fudge is a complete idiot and would even manage to bungle up being a Death Eater."

Harrison was thinking deeply. "The Dark Lord is trying to sway the Dementors to his side."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Now that's a huge surprise. We never could have expected that."

Wayne had a moment of dawning realization. "Lucius Malfoy has a cadre of dark artifacts hidden in a chamber under his dining room floor!"

Lionel looked at Harry hopefully. Harry shook his head. "Sorry. I learned that one in my second year from Lucius' very own bowel-movement-gone-bad that he calls Draco."

Harrison looked left and looked right. He leaned forward and whispered, "The Dark Lord split his soul into seven pieces and has hidden them. That's why he's immortal."

Lionel sighed loudly. "Okay, now they're just making stuff up. I think we're done here. Ready to give memory charms a go?"

Harrison pleaded, "No, it's true! I swear! He split his soul and that's how he's immortal!"

Wayne was kicking Harrison, "You have to do better than that!"

Harrison begged Wayne, "But it's true!"

Harry stood up in front of Harrison and pointed his wand straight at him. "So do I just point and yell out Obliviate or am I supposed to be concentrating on anything?"

Lionel shrugged. "I've no idea how to do memory charms. It's why I asked you to. Give it a try. See what happens. I mean if you get it wrong, you fry his brain, which sort of solves the problem too."

Harry nodded while Harrison seemed to be shaking and convulsing slightly. Harry was pointing his wand and said "Obliv-" before Lionel jerked Harry's wand arm away. Lionel held onto Harry's wand arm and said, "Good lord, man. That was just a scare tactic. You can't just practice obliviation. You'll probably destroy his mind if you don't know what you're doing."

Harrison and Wayne both exhaled loudly and sagged with relief.

"Oops," Harry said with a shrug and innocent smile.

Lionel looked at the two Death Eaters and began laughing. "You two look so relieved. I can't believe you just bought that." Lionel chuckled and turned back to Harry. "Okay, now, come on Harry. For real this time, put lots of power into the memory charm. If you go back too far, no harm done. You mainly don't want to fall short."

Harry smiled and re-aimed his wand. "Oblivi-" was out before a surprised Lionel jumped in and stopped him again. "Harry!"

The Death Eaters began laughing and crying at the same time.

"Gotcha again!" Lionel spun around yelling. "Suckers."

Wayne took advantage of his attire and soiled himself.

And so it was, after taking a few tries and getting some tips from Wayne on how to memory charm Harrison that Harry and Lionel finally finished with the Death Eaters. Harry, Luna, Lionel, and Luna were all packed up and on the move to a new forest. Just before leaving they tied the obliviated pair to a tree and sent off a magical flare to attract some help.

The forest ranger was a bit surprised to find a grisly scene with four dead bodies and two grown men in diapers who kept repeating, "I'm a Death Eater who picked on the wrong guy at the wrong time. Will you be my friend?"

Harry was chuckling weakly while grown-up Luna was smiling mysteriously as she walked carrying her baby self.

Lionel had the distinct feeling he didn't want to know.

But baby Luna was relentless it seemed. She had her hands clapped together, and her thumbs pushing together. And she was happily and messily sucking not one, but both thumbs at the same time. This wouldn't be particularly noteworthy, if not for the fact that she was bobbing her head up and down and seemed to be making intentionally loud gulping noises while she did it. Every once in a while she would stop and catch her breath and squeal a 'moo' in excitement. Harry's discomfort and grown-up Luna's smile were highly suspect. Yes, Lionel definitely did not want to know.

"Harry?" grown-up Luna asked the young man walking a good ten feet in front of her.

"Yeah?" Harry replied without turning around.

"Have you ever asked Voldemort to stop attacking you?"

Harry stopped where he was and thought about it, while the Lovegoods caught up to him, and then walked on past. "You know, I don't think I ever have." He hurriedly caught back up with them.

Luna nodded. "Well, seeing as he has always been attacking you, maybe you should try. He might think this is still some sort of game you two started when you were a baby, and he is assuming you want to keep playing."

"Never thought about it like that," Harry said curiously. "And you know I always let him formulate his plans and take his time. Maybe I deserve a time out of my own."

Lionel smiled and added, "It certainly doesn't hurt to ask. You never know the things you could do if you just had the courage to ask."

That particular choice of words triggered a memory in Harry's head. He immediately responded with a firm slap on Velma. "Bad girl! Bad."

Luna's pleased growl alerted Lionel to the fact that he was not hallucinating the scene before him. "Mr. Potter!"

Harry paled and eeped. "Sir? Sir, it's not what it looked like. I err… I wasn't just spanking your daughter for pleasure." Harry quickly mumbled out and explained. "I, err, I was punishing…"

Luna was making some hand signals and motions behind her father's back. Baby Luna was smiling and slapping herself on the diaper.

"Umm, that is I saw something, sir. A, umm… a flying squirrel?"

Luna rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Oh! A bug! I saw a bug and I was punishing it!"

Lionel's frown hadn't shifted yet.

Harry chuckled poorly. "Hee-hee. Not punishing, swatting. I saw a bug and I was swatting it. You mentioning things I could do if I had the courage, reminded me… that there was a bug on Vel-… on Luna and I didn't want her to get bitten…" Harry shakily finished, "you know, by the bug."

Lionel looked at Luna, who was smiling and unsubtly rubbing her smacked bottom. "That was horribly unconvincing, Mr. Potter."

Harry bowed his head. "Sorry, sir."

Lionel's face broke into a smile. "But it was entertaining. Just please leave the bugs alone in my presence."

Harry exhaled loudly. "Not a problem, sir. I'm done swatting for a long time."

"Good," Lionel agreed. "Very good. Now, let's get a move on, Harry."

"Yes, sir," Harry said. "Err, I mean Lionel." They continued on walking in relative silence for about fifteen minutes before Harry added, "Hey, did you realize 'Luna' spelled backwards is-"

"Yes!" Lionel interrupted. "We did."

The only sound for the next two hours were baby Luna's occasional gulping and snores as they continued on their journey.

Dear Tom,

Sorry about the name, it's just for brevity's sake as we don't have that much blood left to write with from your Death Eaters. That and "Self-proclaimed Dork Lard Voldemort" doesn't sound nearly as respectful as 'Tom' does. Though I would have no problems calling you 'Morty' if you'd prefer that. 'Marv' (short for Marvolo) is kind of endearing too. Anyways, it's me: Harry Potter. I'm the kid who reflected that killing curse back at you a decade and a half ago, in case you don't remember me. I've not been keeping up on the news, so I really don't know if I am still your primary unhealthy obsession. That and I always kind of assumed high amounts of Dark Magic would eventually take their toll on long term memory, and I wanted you to know who I was.

In case you still don't remember me, try this: Last night you sent a half dozen Death Eaters out to capture me and either kill or capture my girlfriend. Now how you knew she was my girlfriend, I don't know as that conversation wasn't even a half hour old. We're still new at this and in the beginning stages of forging a young healthy relationship. I mean I like her a lot, and she likes me, but we haven't had any opportunities to explore our meaning to each other beyond that point yet. You know what it's like. Well, maybe you do.

Anyways, I'm not too sure you want to hear about my love life, so I'll get to the point of this letter: Please stop attacking. At least please stop attacking me. I could use a break right now. I'm taking a time out in our little game. I realize you pretty much started this game before I was even potty-trained, but I've never let you know that it's not very much fun for me. I know I can't just quit the game, we have to finish it, but I'm just asking for a little me-time. I was thinking you could take the rest of the summer and work out the kinks in all your future plans. Trust me, if they're anything like your previous plans, going through them a few more times would be a real good idea. Lucius giving the diary to one of my friends? Planting a Death Eater at Hogwarts just so he could actually teach decently for a whole year and put the fix on an international highly publicized competition? How on earth did you manage to come up with that one? I mean you had him here and trusted for an entire year. Don't you think there were better purposes the man could have served? Not to mention the way you could have tricked me into just about anything, and you manipulate me into grabbing and breaking a prophecy? Was the destruction of that prophecy that important to you? Often times I cannot even follow your logic. And I'm not so sure it's because you're much smarter than me.

But you sent Nott leading a couple other familiar faces and some flipping newbies. Tough break on those guys. Wayne and Harrison explained to me that it was Nott, Mulciber, Cavanaugh, and Stokley that I killed. I had to Obliviate Wayne and Harrison and leave them for the authorities to find, but I'm sure you could break them out if you wanted to. They attacked me at a very tense moment and I wasn't particularly gentle in my response. And I don't think you particularly want more dead Death Eaters any more than I want to kill more of them. So let's just take the rest of this summer and you can make sure you have some real knock 'em dead plans for either the school year or somewhere even further down the line. Perhaps you may want to focus on killing the Headmaster. Or maybe some political schemes and usurping Fudge's power will help you. I'm not even sure what your goals are, so I don't know what else, aside from attacking and killing me, are your priorities at the moment. Maybe there's an ancient artifact you could peacefully recover somewhere in Albania. I really don't know.

Anyways, just think about taking a break from the attacking and instead double and triple checking your future plans. At least until the school year begins.

Thanks.

Yours truly,
Harry Potter

P.S. – Did you ever realize how fun it is to say 'Dumblemort and Voldiedore'? I know Dumblemort does comes first but it just sounds better that way. I've also come up with some catchy limericks using those names, but I'm not sure you'd appreciate them.

The Death Eaters certainly found it odd that the Dark Lord was receiving post. None of them could ever remember owls even being capable of finding him, and the snowy white owl dropped off the letter and left so quick, they thought the owl might have apparated. The surprise on their Master's face at receiving the mail quickly receded into an expression none of the Dark Lords' followers had ever seen before. They couldn't tell if he was thinking deeply, about to smile, or perhaps going to be a little upset.

A nervous but slightly dim Inner Circle member, who went by the name of Wormtail, broke the awkward silence. "Good news, Master?"

The Dark Lord turned toward Wormtail. He forcefully but calmly intoned, "Come here, Wormtail."

Wormtail walked happily up to his Master. Shortly before he could ask anything further of his Master, he was bitchslapped hard enough to tear his nose half off. Wormtail began whimpering quietly in extreme pain as he held his nose to his face, deathly afraid of crying too loudly.

The Dark Lord wiped the bits of Wormtail off his hand and asked loudly, "Is there anyone else interested in knowing about my mail?"

They all stayed still and quiet and were quickly categorizing that new face as not 'quiet contemplation,' or even 'a little upset,' but more along the lines of 'Someone's about to die. Try to not be that someone.' Unfortunately, the lone Death Eater graduate of the Hufflepuff house wasn't as understanding of his Master. He decided, he'd speak up, if no one else would. "Sure thing, my Lord. I'd love to hear about your mail."

More than a few Death Eaters groaned and even the Dark Lord seemed to sigh in resignation. "Clark?" The Dark Lord stated more than asked. "Come here, Clark."

Clark apparently recognized what happened last time the Dark Lord said "Come here" like that and let his self preservation instincts kick in. "No thanks, my Lord. I'm good right here." Several other Death Eaters groaned again and even the Dark Lord was shaking his head.

Voldemort pointed his wand and whipped it back silently and Clark came flying out from his place and landed right in front of the Dark Lord. "Crucio." Voldemort hissed out as he curled his lips in anger at the man before him. And now all the rest of the Death Eaters could literally see the anger that the Dark Lord had been hiding behind his impassive mask as he fueled his Cruciatus spell to its limits. Clark's screams continued on well after his eyeballs had exploded in small bursts of gory blood. When the man had finally stopped screaming, Voldemort released his spell and took a look at what was left of his Death Eater. The man's body was smouldering and looked thoroughly over-cooked. "You see Bellatrix? This is why I don't like Hufflepuffs not under the Imperius."

Bellatrix wisely kept her head down and said nothing.

"Can I assume, there is no one else going to inquire about my mail?"

Two whispered Avada Kedavras took out the crickets that were ruining the complete silence.

"Wonderful," the Dark Lord snarled out sarcastically. "Now, Bellatrix, seeing as it appears that Nott has failed miserably in his mission and gone and gotten himself killed, I want you to take a couple dozen of these other imbeciles, and if you value your life at all, you will bring me Potter!"

Bellatrix felt her body tingling happily at her orders and nodded resolutely. "Yes, Master. Do I need to bring him in alive? Or in one piece?"

The Dark Lord looked at her and said, "I will be disappointed if he is not alive, but I will be even more disappointed if he gets away from you. Again."

"You think he's received your letter yet, Harry?" Luna asked.

Harry shook his head. "Hedwig's a real smart owl, and if any owl could get it to him, she could. But I'd think I'd feel some strong emotions from him when he receives it. He's so touchy and jumps to conclusions, so right now, I'm doubting it."

Luna nodded. "It's possible he's listening to reason."

Harry shrugged. "True, it is. But it's also possible there's a Blibbering Humdinger invisibly trapped on that branch up there." Harry said pointing at a large tree ahead of them.

Lionel nodded. "I was thinking the exact same thing. Luna, want me to give you a boost and check?"

Harry stopped. "Err, I was just making that up. I have no reason to think there's a Blibbering Humdinger up there even if I knew what one was."

Lionel shook his head. "No Harry, I think you may be onto something, and it may need our help."

Luna walked over to Harry and handed him baby Luna. "Okay now, Harry. You hold onto me while Daddy gives me a boost and I'll check the tree."

Harry frowned a bit but took the giggling baby. "Alright."

"And be careful. I seem to be bruising quite easily. I shudder to think what would happen if I were dropped."

Harry smiled. "You worry too much Luna. I'll take good care of you."

Luna frowned a bit and then smiled warmly at Harry.

Lionel was down on one knee with his hands weaved together as he hefted his daughter up to the tree's lowest branch.

Harry was holding up baby Luna in front of him, playing with the young girl. "Oh what's that girl? Do you see something over my shoulder? Are you trying to trick me and get me to turn around? You think just pointing and crying is enough to trick me? Well I'm too clever for that one!"

"Erumpio!" an unexpected voice yelled out from the direction baby Luna had been pointing.

"Ahh crap," Harry said as he dove to ground and covered up baby Luna. The spell sailed over him and exploded the tree trunk behind him. Harry watched in horror as the tree grown-up Luna had been climbing came crashing down. Large shards of wood knocked Lionel down, as the tree fell awfully close to him. Several branches had pinned Lionel down, who was groaning in pain. Grown-up Luna lay unconscious on the ground not far from Lionel.

Harry's mood had soured significantly. He quickly hit baby Luna with a silencing charm and sticking charm, and stuck her to his chest underneath his cloak. He stood up, eyes blazing, and saw a whole lot of Death Eaters surrounding them. None of them had made any further movement yet, and being horribly outnumbered just meant Harry could be as mean as he wanted to right now. With an angry hiss several small pink lights flew out of Harry's wand in a spread out wave. Many Death Eaters got up shields in time, and as the spell hit their shields those attempting to block the spell were electrocuted into unconsciousness. The idiots who sat there and got hit with the spell found that it seemed to have no effect on them.

Several flashes of light came flying back at Harry, who just lifted his empty hand and an iridescent shield sprung up absorbing all the curses that came his way.

"Stop!" Bellatrix yelled. "Surrender Potter, and we'll let your girlfrie-… shit."

A fifteen foot wide thick yellow wave of magic erupted from Harry as soon as he identified the voice and snarled out "Diffindo."

Bellatrix, the two Death Eaters flanking her to her right, and the Death Eaters flanking her to her left all put up shields, only to see the spell pass straight through them as if there weren't even there, before continuing on through their bodies and about fifty yards back into the forest.

The rest of the Death Eaters just watched the bright yellow spell cascade past, fearing its effects. The results appeared erratically as trees that had been hit began to tip over, and crash to the forest floor in random intervals and directions. A couple of the slower Death Eaters were caught by the falling trees and got themselves crushed and trapped. The five immediate people in the path of the spell were standing their unmoving until Bellatrix's top half began sliding off her bottom half and the other four did the same.

Harry was watching Bellatrix closely to make sure she wasn't getting back up. He couldn't stop his smile when he felt certain she wouldn't ever get up again. Unfortunately, the Death Eaters seemed to recover quicker than Harry did and Lucius Malfoy snuck up behind him and cast "Avada Kedavra" at his unprotected back. Harry turned around just in time to catch the spell right in his chest.

Lucius already about to begin celebrating his glorious victory saw he had failed to kill the young man. He seemed to think that, the spell had only made him madder. And that was the last thought Lucius ever had as the bright flash of a throatily screamed "Reducto!" essentially vaporized his head and continued on to destroy another half dozen Death Eaters behind him, not to mention the landscaping that nearly decimated the thick foliage into a barren field.

"Who's next!" Harry yelled out. "Come on! Who else wants to die today!"

Apparently, none of the remaining conscious Death Eaters liked their odds at the moment as Harry swerved around hearing three or four portkeys activate.

After spinning in a circle twice briskly, Harry decided, they were gone now and his anger and rage turned into extreme panic. He was mumbling, "oh god, oh god, oh god," over and over again.

He yanked his cloak off and unstuck baby Luna from his body, settling her gently on a massive fallen tree trunk. Harry knew that the killing curse had hit her and was sufficiently freaked out. "Don't be dead, don't be dead."

She wasn't moving and she wasn't breathing. Harry remembered his primary school health class and tried mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. The slight delirium he was under, also informed him, that if she were a Sleeping Beauty, and he was a Prince Charming then this mouth-to-mouth might wake and heal her up that way too. Harry was extremely gently trying to get her heart pumping using just a couple fingers to apply pressure to her baby chest. After five minutes and no response, the energy from Harry's frantic motions and panic attack had subsided and he was about to give up on her.

It was at this moment, a stray thought crossed Harry's mind. "Wait a minute. Lionel explained to me the timeline cannot be changed and it would fix itself. Baby Luna can't be-" And whatever Harry was going to say out loud to himself, was interrupted by baby Luna's loud crying.

"Oh man, am I glad to hear your grating annoying wails." Harry said as he lifted the crying baby. "Hold on, sweetie. I need to check if you're hurt." Harry carefully undressed the baby, to see if she had any marks, or perhaps a lightning bolt scar. Harry was relieved to find no visible marks at all, only an extremely full diaper. Harry knew Lionel would want to hang on to this one and carefully removed the sagging soggy diaper. He summoned a fresh diaper and some wipes and cleaned her off. "Filled this one to the brim, didn't you?" The baby had stopped crying by now and Harry had the powder out to sprinkle on her little baby body. "Magic is weird, you know that?" Harry said to the now quietly gurgling baby. "I just reminded it that you couldn't be dead, and then bam, there you were. You think I could wish Sirius back to life, if I can just get the timeline to fix it? Or maybe my parents?" Harry looked over his left shoulder and then looked over his right shoulder. He closed his eyes and begged and pleaded and coaxed all his magic into turning this into some sort of time paradox. Harry thought he could hear a high-pitched ethereal voice saying 'Harry... Harry...!" Reality came crashing back as the still undiapered baby Luna crapped all over Harry's hand and he realized that it was actually him saying "Harry." Harry just sighed and looked down at the baby. "Alright, I probably deserved that from you." Harry thought that maybe he and Luna were more intertwined than he had ever imagined. And now no one else in the world knew it, but there was a second survivor of the killing curse. He began to think maybe Magic had a bigger role planned out for Luna. A higher purpose than putting a smile on Harry's face. Baby Luna answered her queue right on time again, and rolled off the massive log she had been on, and fell harshly onto her own head. Harry was horrified, though it certainly did put a smile on his face.

Harry had no intentions of saving this bowel movement and Scourgified the area clean. He picked up the now giggling baby Luna, and carried her over as he hurried towards Lionel and grown-up Luna. Grown-up Luna needed only to be Ennervated, though she was extremely woozy. Harry handed off baby Luna to grown-up Luna, and hurriedly cleared the debris off of Lionel. An Ennervate on him, and he seemed to be doing alright.

Lionel shook the cobwebs from his head. "I'm just taking a guess here, but I'm beginning to think Voldiedore got your letter and chose to ignore your suggestions."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "You know you might be right. I'm pretty sure, the ones who got away would have returned to him by now, and I should be feeling some extreme anger from him. I wonder if distance weakens our link because I've felt nothing."

Lionel frowned. "You let some get away?"

Harry sighed. "Yeah." He shrugged. "I'm sorry. But I think I may have killed almost twenty this time."

Lionel's frown turned to surprise as he finally took notice of all the carnage around them. He walked over towards Harry and patted him on the top of his head. "That'll do, Harry. That'll do."

Harry smiled at the praise and pointed out, "I try, Lionel. Though seeing as some did get away, we should probably get out of here as soon as possible."

"Good point. I think maybe it's time to try another forest." Lionel dug around his pockets, while Harry and the Lunas gathered up all of their things. Lionel held out the portkey, and the four Snorkack hunters disappeared from the DFA Magical Forest.