Disclaimer: Not mine, and yeah, I'm wondering why I have to reiterate that. Anyway, disclaimer part 2: This is going up without the excellent help from my britbeta, I'll replace it when I get it back, but for now errors are probably abound.

Part Seven

Sunday morning and Harry had another headache. He checked his shields to find his dual colored shield was only green again, and it was cracked, almost falling. A small gasp escaped from the boy, one shield was gone, his other almost failed, he needed to do something. He knew what he could try, but it scared him, what if he ended up back in the hospital wing?

Harry cleared his thoughts, before anything he had to rebuild his green barrier. After that he mixed in the blue again. His double shield now back up Harry calmed his mind until the image of Hogwarts was before his mind's eye again. He started to drop things automatically; he was left with the black shadows from the forbidden forest. He merged this with his sea-green aqua to form a third barrier much murkier than before. The green, blue, and shadow swirled among each other constantly, the scene almost scared Harry, yet he was relaxed at the same time. He opened his eyes and began his day, his headache completely gone.

Hermione was already in the library with a stack of books piled beside her, her nose already buried in one, when Harry arrived. He sat with her and started to look through the book she had on the top of the pile.

"Actually Harry, I'll probably be able to find it quicker without your help, no offense," she said without looking up.

Harry grinned then asked, "Where could I find some info on magical diseases?"

"Aisle 15, row 1 through 10, section D."

Harry shook his head and left for his very clear destination. Once there he started to scan the books looking for a title that might grab him. Yet That Burning Sensation in your Wand didn't sound right, nor did The Mind of a Muggle and a Muggle of the Mind. So Now the Time Comes grabbed his interest until he opened it only to find many wizard pictures of witches giving birth. He quickly shut the book, the pictures were quit graphic and he felt a little ill, he couldn't fathom that people called that a beautiful thing.

He finally grabbed a book called 1,000 Things you don't want and How to Avoid Them. The index showed Shanker's disease on page 72, he tapped the words and the book flipped itself to page 72. Sometimes the magical world just worked better, sometimes not Harry thought disgruntled. He started to read the short passage while standing there.

Shanker's Disease: The Curse of Magic

Shanker's disease, named after Sir William Shanker of Kent, or some other Brit city that fits better who was first to be diagnosed with this curious disease and who it was named after, is in its most base terms: too much magic for the body the handle. Some philosophers have said that the body is merely a vessel for the soul; some healers believe that Shanker's is a case where the soul is too powerful for the body. The soul is directly connected to a person's magic, or so they believe, and the magic is just too much for the body. The magic surges through their organs shutting them down. The blood slows and the infected find it hard to breathe.

Over time the organs completely shut down, and as in Sir William's case, the body explodes. While for most witches and wizards this means death, it has been documented in America where this blast merely blew a hole in a boy's chest. His soul, and energy, was visible from then on, yet he continued to live without a heart or lungs. Yet his energy remained, further reinforcing the idea that the body is merely a vessel. He has to rely on Legilimency now to communicate with anyone anymore.

Shanker's is not contagious in any way, and doesn't seem to be hereditary. Sometimes it just appears or sometimes it comes sporadically. The recent discovery of Tramic Root sap, or the dragon's saliva, and its both positive and negative effects, has helped the people who carry the disease. Marcol cigarettes expel the extra magic trapped within the body without the infected having to resort to casting overly powerful spells. For more information on this disease, please contact The Shanker's Association.

"Ok Harry, I think I have it," Hermione said as Harry replaced the book.

He smiled at his friend and with a grin asked, "So are you ready to try it out?"

"So where is this room anyway Harry?" Hermione asked as the set off downwards from the library.

"In the exact center of Hogwarts, well, as best as I can tell," he answered.

"And why haven't I ever heard of it?" she asked sounding a little hurt.

"I didn't know about it until this summer when I saw it on the map. It's called the 'Founder's Chambers'. Other than that, I've only been there a few times."

Harry saw a light brighten in his friend's brown eyes. The Founder's Chambers in the middle of the school was probably a very big deal in her mind. Harry slightly worried what she was going to say on his suggestion to start changing things up.

"Here, through this hidden passage," he said motioning to her outside the Great Hall. "Now it's kind of weird. First, the entrance shows up on the map, but not people inside the room. Also, the entrance is a mirror, can you password that?"

"Shouldn't be too much of a problem," she replied, her mind set on getting to this new room.

"All right…oh, here we are."

Hermione gazed into the mirror that hid the room. "So do you just walk through?"

"Yeah, the mirror kind of just pools around you as you go through."

Hermione nodded and she walked through. Harry just waited for her. He knew he could go through too, but he'd just get in her way.

After five minutes though Harry was losing patience, he walked through the glass. Halfway through something very solid crashed into his head. He stumbled backwards and finally landed on his backside. A few seconds later Hermione's bushy head came through the glass.

"Sorry bout that, ready for your password?"

"Yeah, you looked at it last night?"

Hermione nodded then asked, "Is it the same for everyone?"

"Yes, I did the separate folders for a couple of different reasons. Also, can you make sure that each person has to say the password to get in?"

"Shouldn't be too much of a problem," she replied, "let me get to work."

Hermione pulled out her wand and ran the tip around the oval of the glass. As she did this she was muttering "Signum nisi verbum Voldemort audio".

The glass rippled as her wand would pass by. Then on the third revolution the silver pool shimmered gold before returning to its natural state.

"That should do it, give it a go Harry," she said looking apprehensive yet assured.

Harry slowly tried to pass into the chambers but the glass was not budging. He step back and said, "Voldemort," and then tried again. This time he made it to his destination. He let out a "woot" at his friend's brilliance as she too entered the room. Then he noticed the time, cursed, and set off at a hurried pace.

"Quidditch practice, see you at lunch!" and he was gone.

The highlight of Quidditch practice for most of the team was Ron scolding Harry. He had been teased mercilessly by Ginny, Jenks, and Sira for this but it didn't really bother him. Even if he was going to have to get used to hearing orders from Ron, Harry believed it was best for the team.

Lunch seemed to bring back a sense of normality that Harry had missed when Luna was mad at him. She was back at the Gryffindor table today; the core of S.O.U.L. surrounded him. This just felt right.

A special lunch edition of The Daily Prophet darkened Harry's mood. A new minister had been elected. Harry had hoped for Mr. Weasley to run and win, but the head of the Weasley clan wasn't smiling at him. Neither was it someone from the Order, nor was it someone that Harry knew to be sympathetic to their cause. In fact, Harry had never seen this wizard before. The headline told him that his name was William Mallum, but that didn't interest Harry. Harry also wasn't interested in the promises the man had made at his induction ceremony. No, something else caught his attention, he needed to make sure first, his team was needed to help confirm this before he ran off to tell Dumbledore…

It wasn't long after lunch when the core group was waiting in the Founder's Chambers. They were only going to give the D.A. members thirty minutes to get in to this room. After that they would have to wait until Harry decided to open up recruitments again to try and join. Harry was pleasantly surprised when all showed up with twenty minutes to spare. Sure, some looked shaken at having to say the Dark Lord's fake name, but it was a start.

"I'm glad you all could make it," Harry started with a genuine smile, "and I hope you all read your packets, since it had all the introductory information that you needed."

The amassed kids stayed silent but most nodded their heads. Harry continued.

"Ok, then we'll just jump into new business. Does anyone know who our new minister is?" the question was greeted in silence. Harry nodded and pulled out a copy of the Daily Prophet. He drew a square over the minister's picture with his finger and muttered a spell. The picture was enlarged and projected onto the nearest wall.

"Ok, I think I saw something earlier, but I need to know for sure. Will everyone please watch the man's left forearm."

To Harry's slight astonishment, they did. All of them. After a few minutes the man in question brushed back his full brown hair and his robe sleeve slipped down a bit. A few people gasped and Harry froze the picture.

"Harry, is that what I think it is?" Hermione asked from her spot in a yellow recliner.

"I think so…" a few faces turned to the two of them with questioning eyes. Harry continued, "I believe we have a Death Eater running the Wizarding world…"

Sodapop, review one and two: Thanks for the comps and this won't become an orphan I don't think. But it was your second review that finally got me moving again. As for your name, yeah I like it. Better than the boring, and you could be named Seven... I'm 24 and still writing. My original was taking most my time though (if anyone wants to check it out it is linked in my profile). And congrats on being the 50th reviewer. I'll think of a prize at a later date!

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Kirk: I'm glad you're liking this, and I'll keep writing whenever I get the chance.

fanastygirl721: Shanker's and SOUL covered, though it's a little shorter than I wanted, oh well. And no worries with Knockturn, I didn't even get to finish the third one yet. And I'm glad you're liking this and I hope you continue to do so.

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