Due to the lack of a previous disclaimer on the last chapter, I am putting one here. I do not own Harry Potter. Chapters 1 of my story, as well as all future chapters including this one, are the changes I have made to the Harry Potter series. Harry Potter really belongs to J.K.R.
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Chapter 2: The Trials of El Order of la Phoenix
Wind swept through the damaged, ramshackle village, tearing pieces of roof off the abandoned buildings and blowing ajar doors closed. In the far distance, wolves could be heard crying, and the very aura of the very nearly empty town screamed death and despair. Far away, an unfamiliar sound to this dark, lonely night could be heard coming towards the village with the cadence of a horse at full gallop. The horse came onto a road that led to the center square of the village, with empty shops such as Zonkos and the very nearly empty Three Broomsticks Tavern. A female no less than nineteen years old stepped off the horse and entered one of the abandoned buildings looking for anything that could give her a clue as to the whereabouts of the Order.
She had not been absent from the Order when the three day Battle of Bristol had taken place. Her mother had been of poor health for quite awhile and was forced to go to Bath to take care of her. She had planned on meeting back with the Order a few days after her mother's death however, once the battle ended and the news got around that the Order had been destroyed, she realized that she no longer had any contact with the Order. A few bodies had been found indicating that the Order had indeed been present during the battle; however, it was unlikely that all were dead. They were supposed to scatter like dirt in the wind, and then later reorganize once the eye of the Dark Lord turned away from the Order. However, she has yet to encounter a single one of them.
She later had heard that Andrew Crabbe, the man responsible for the Bristol Massacre, was captured in a raid by a group of mercenaries fighting against the Dark Lord. At first she had believed that this was the Order of the Pheonix, however, when the man was relocated to Azkaban, a prison thought long abandoned and condemned by the Order, it became known that this was a new Resistance. This resistance was led by men and women desperate to end the Dark Lord's Reign of Terror. At first the Ministry even denounced the Resistance, but once the Battle of London took place, three weeks later, there was no ministry, and the Aurors, representatives, and ministers of the deposed magical government joined in the once denounced organization. They also had decided not to play it the Order's way and quickly became a force of incomprehensible evil to rival that of the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters. The so-called Boa, the head honcho of the Resistance, was nothing more than a figurehead of evil similar to that of the Death Eaters and Voldemort.
The one thing both these monsters had was power. Sure the Dark Lord knows of the Boa and his Resistance, but he as of yet did not know the identity of the opposing Serpent. Supposedly, it was another parselmouth, but the only other parselmouth born during this time was dead, 'or it would be better if he were,' she thought to herself. The Boa was an incubus, one of worst creatures to ever be encountered. She spends hours before going to sleep warding her home against the creature, knowing that one day it could strike, but she also knew there was little she could do other than to run if an incubus decided to come to her.
Incubus's were not nice creatures, and getting in the way of one is just about as dangerous as Fred and George's catchy business slogan screaming out "Worried about You-Know-Who, don't be, worry about You-Know-Poo, the constipation sensation that's gripping the nation." She still could not believe the stupidity of the Weasley twins. Sure they got away with such classy slogans for a while, but when they found their bodies at the ruins of Bristol, it was clear that the Dark Lord tolerated it only to torture them to death later. Some say the Dark Lord made them lose their minds before he killed them, however, the fact that they had already lost their minds since they were born seems to be overlooked by everyone but her.
But really, the fact that her friend had turned into an incubus had horrified her, and horrified many others. Well, at least those who knew the kid had turned into an incubus were horrified. She laughed at all of the attention the paper gave: absolutely not a word. Ironic that the paper learned to keep its mouth shut when it had such a good story. Harry would have wanted people to know, so that such evil at his hands could have been avoided. Instead, she watched as her best friend sunk lower and lower, and the beast took more and more control. They said that it had become so powerful because Harry was fighting integration with it, that it would have calmed the beast, making it easier to control. The fact was, you couldn't control an incubus, and they hated being controlled. Control was a form of dominance, and to them, was something they did not give up. Had Harry integrated with the beast sooner, it would probably have been a lot less evil, but still it would have been evil. She had seen how incubus's disliked being chained, it was their worst fear, and they would become horrible. She was still frightened of the day as she watched what was left of her once best friend thrashing around in a cage, chained to the walls as the beast tried to break free. The boy's fangs were bared; his eyes possessed a luminescent glow to them, glowing in the dark. It was the incubus in its most primal form, and creatures feared to even think of preying on it while in this form.
Madame Pomfrey had thought she had been able to save Harry or whatever was left of him. She thought that the creature had some semblance of Harry that could restrain the beast as Lupin was restrained by his own humanity. But the creature had been faking it. The Harry she knew was dead. Some things are just destined to work out that way. Her friend had later faked his death and had turned into the sexual predator the creature was, disappearing into the crowds, feeding on the innocent and guilty alike. The most disturbing fact was, unlike vampires, veela, and werewolves alike, there was absolutely no stopping an incubus, her friend could feed and not be stopped.
She shuddered as the building creaked as snow began to fall. It would be winter tomorrow, and she hoped that she could find the Order by Christmas. She had spent so much time looking. She had been able to find those willing to oppose both the Dark Lord and the Resistance, but they were afraid, and would do anything about it until the Order had made a move. It was why she was remotivated to find them, so that the world was not condemned to the darkness. She walked into a room on the other side of the hall, where two ne'er-do-wells were planning something. She recognized the ne'er-do-wells as Montague and Derrick, two Slytherin students a few years ahead of her. They failed to recognize her which was just as well, as she wished desperately not to reveal herself, or to be revealed for that matter.
She entered the room which had previously been stripped bear; it had been used by the Death Eaters as a place to torture victims. She could still smell the pine-sol which marked that it had been cleaned down, the blood had been removed and the sheets, most likely discolored permanently, where removed. She then left and entered a previously occupied room, which smelled of scented fragrance, someone had stayed here the night before. The door had been ajar, which meant that whoever it was had left. Just as she thought that, a tabby cat crawed out from under the bed, and as the woman turned to head back towards the door, the cat turned into a woman, and fired a stunner. As the unsuspecting woman dropped to the ground, she turned around just enough to see the face of the attacker. The ever watchful eyes of her former Head of House stared into her, and a faint fire in her eyes revealed that she was recognized. Contact with the Order had been reestablished.
A few hours passed and she came conscious, to find herself in a house in the mountains. Snow was falling on the cliffs and the sound of a fire crackling provided the necessary warmth for her. It was a beautiful scene, and it looked like it was remote, for which it probably was. She saw clothes on the nightstand next to her and was quick to change, not even bothering to take a shower, which from the looks of it, someone had cleaned her themselves. She opened the door to come face to face with another familiar face, one to which she was not expecting, Draco Malfoy.
She swallowed hard before asking what he was doing here, wondering why the Death Eater was here. Malfoy smirked at her then said in the most charming voice she had ever heard him use, "who said I was a Death Eater?" The question was as charming as it was an implied dismissal that he was a Death Eater.
She looked down out of embarrassment before rationalization hit her. "You helped the Death Eaters get into Hogwarts! Dumbledore is dead because of you!" Unresolved fury rose in her as she remembered the night that Hogwarts came under attack by Voldemort. She hated the blonde xanthochroid as much as she hated the beast that had taken over her best friend. She lunged at the unsuspecting blonde man, bringing him to the floor. She repeatedly hit the man as she gave in to the feelings she could no longer control. Everything that she ever kept to herself, the feelings, the emptiness, the anger, came out in the form of physical punishment against one of the foulest kids she went to school with.
The boy did nothing to fight back, in fact, every time she hit him, he turned his cheek and allowed the other to be hit also. The boy apparently did not mind being the punching bag for the girl, and she vented all her rage into the boy. After about twelve hits, she felt herself being pulled off by someone she also recognized, it was Professor Flitwick, a friendly face she had not seen in a long time. Her rage vented and familiar faces all filing into the room; she relaxed and once again joined the world of sleep.
She woke up again to find her knuckles bloodied and bruised, and to find several them in pain. She realized that she had attacked the Malfoy boy out of vengeance, only then realizing that he was not the one that killed Dumbledore. It was Snape, Snape killed Dumbledore because Draco could not kill him. Snape stabbed the Order of the Phoenix in the back, and he would pay the consequences.
She sat up in the bed only to see the boy she had previously attacked sleeping in a chair next to her. She looked over to the boy and found blood on him: it looked like he had been attacked. The boy was shirtless and covered in blood. At first it looked like she had attacked him, except there were other markings on him, in places she hadn't touched. There were abrasions running down his chest, from his right peck to just passing left of the navel. Branded into him was a message: from your loving succubus.
She felt a hand touch her, and she screamed, causing the hand to disappear and the figure to go out the window into the mountains draped in snow. Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt the familiar burn of the creature. It wasn't Harry, but she definitely knew it was of the same species, it was the succubus that attacked Draco Malfoy who had just come conscious after her scream, and had felt the stinging sensation of the cold icy wind blowing on his chest. He looked over to see the girl watch a feminine figure flee through the mountain wilderness drenched in snow, but knew that he could do nothing about the succubus that just attacked her. It was Harry's sister; Lily was pregnant when Voldemort attacked James and Lily Potter. But neither she nor the rest of the Wizarding World save a few knew of it; and those that did never breathed a word of it.
The Order filed into the room to see Draco bloodied and in pain, and to see Hermione Granger in shock and fear. The window to the left of her was broken, and there were bloodied footprints running from Draco to the window, and possibly the succubus's blood dripped into the snow as it fled into the mountains. Minerva went to Hermione as Madame Pomfrey went to Draco to heal his injuries. Hermione stared at her frightened and confused, and all she could do was to put her hands on the girl and bring her to a seat near the fire.
No words were said for a few minutes as Hermione began to cry into her former Head of House's shoulder, feelings of sorrow gripping her as she flashed through the past few months and two years in her mind, from the destruction of the Ministry, the demonization of Harry Potter, the forming of equally evil Resistance, and the painful and long search for the remnants of the Order. As her tears dried up, she began to recount her story to Minerva, fresh tears welling up as she did.
Minerva simply smiled at the girl that she had so much in common with. She was in awe of how much the bookish girl had evolved into the woman she saw today. But she was sad that she had to grow up this quickly, she was only nineteen, but she talked and acted like she was in her thirties, and had the wisdom, charisma, and maturity of a woman in her forties. She grabbed the martini sitting next to her and took a sip before addressing the woman next to her.
"A very interesting story, Miss Granger. Indeed, you have truly proven yourself to be a Gryffindor. I regret that we have lost contact with you however, our efforts were needed elsewhere. There are still other Order members missing that were not taken at the Battle of Bristol, and there have been no reports of any loss of life at the Battle of London and the resulting massacre there. If you wish to know what happened at that battle, you can speak to Mr. Creevey, who has finally grown away from that bloody 'I take a photo of everything' stage and started making photographs of what really matters. He is working on a collection of photographs concerning the Reign of Darkness, and has some of the most vivid images to date. I believe that Mr. Creevey is strong enough to recount the story one more time, at least to a friend of Harry Potter," Minerva finally finished her spiel and reverie of her and got down to mentioning Harry Potter. At this Hermione cringed. She was no longer friends with a monster and would refuse to ever be friends with it. She even commented on this.
"Mr. Potter has no control over what that beast in him does. I pray that whoever is above us will help Mr. Potter, and I do believe that one day, Mr. Potter will be freed from the incubus monster that has taken over him. Do not concern yourself with Harry Hermione, one day he will be freed and the mons…" Minerva was interrupted by a rush in the office by the aforementioned Colin Creevey, with an excited look on his face. In his hand was the Daily Prophet, which had, after the war, became the official newspaper of the Wizarding Underground, an unbiased paper detailing the events of the war and all of the minor and major factions involved.
ISLE OF SKYE INVADED
Reports indicate that the large Resistance fleet headed by Resistance Naval Officer Percy Weasley landed a large battalion of British marines on the Isle of Skye, in between Ireland and Britain just five hours ago. The Isle of Skye has served the purpose of transporting He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's men Britain into Ireland, which has been fighting the Dark Lord since the Ministry fell. Ireland has yet to completely succumb to the Dark Lord's forces, and several Resistance battalions are expected to land in Northern Ireland in the coming days.
Fighting on the Isle of Skye has been quite fierce the past five hours since the invasion, and progress has been made. Already, Resistance troops have captured over forty percent of the island, and locals are already taking up arms and joining the Resistance.
Furthermore, more reports indicate mass atrocities committed by the Dark Lord and his forces, ranging from genocide of local muggles, to rape and torture. The Rape of Skye, as it has been affectionately referred to by Resistance leaders at the Iceland command center, has prompted new legislation in the dealings with future Death Eaters. More crimes are to be charged against the Dark Lord, charges including genocide and crimes against humanity. For this reason, the Resistance council has approved moves that would call for an immediate questioning of Death Eaters, and an immediate execution once all useful information is extracted.
"The Death Eaters would be forced to testify under veritaserum, all the plans of the Dark Lord, to which they will then be executed" said Resistance leader, The Boa, who for the sake of anonymity has yet to reveal who he truly is other than to the Council. With forces on the Isle of Skye, and the Dark Lord reeling from the Battle of the Swiss Alps and the Invasion of the Isle of Skye, this just might be the turning point of the war.
Special Correspondent,
Rita Skeeter
The Order of the Phoenix stood in shock as Colin read the paper excitedly to the rest of the Order. He jumped up and down as he revealed that some of the photos were his from two hours ago, and that the paper would be released in another hour. The Order shook their heads and turned away from the excited eighteen year old and looked towards Minerva. She was stone white with anger and a sense of loss there as well. "What is wrong, Professor? That's good news, right?" Even though the Resistance was just as cruel and just as dark as the Death Eaters themselves, they were still allies, and so therefore the soon to be liberated Isle of Skye should be great news.
"It is not that it isn't great news, the problem is that the head Death Eater in charge of the Isle of Skye is my son-in-law," said Minerva quietly so that the rest of the Order would not hear that but Hermione could.
"I'm sorry, Professor. That's not all is it?" Hermione then asked.
"He was in charge of the London offensive, and was the general that stormed into the building and took over the Ministry. He executed many of the Ministers, including a dear friend of mine. I am sad that he has to meet such a fate, but I am glad also that he is to die, and that in turn makes me sadder. To wish death on anyone is hard, to wish death on a family member, it's not only harder, but also much more painful" responded Minerva who had been reduced to tears.
"What happened at the Battle of Bristol?" Hermione then asked trying to draw away the elder woman from the pain that the loss of her brother-in-law would do, despite his allegiances and beliefs. She also really wanted to know, knowing that she would not break into tears about this, because this concerned her, and she wanted to know all of those that died.
"Not much the papers didn't already cover… I was there, Hermione, I watched as Fred and George were tortured. They were covering our retreatand I looked back and there they were, on the ground at the hands of the Dark Lord and Alecto. I could have stopped Tom, but I could not. I left them there to die, I saw young Mr. Weasley run towards Voldemort screaming curses at him. The next thing he knew, he was running right into the killing curse. Remus Lupin also died at the battle, along with Shacklebolt" Minerva looked incredibly sad, but she shed no tears.
She parted ways a few minutes later to go speak to the overly excited Colin. She did not need to speak to Colin once she entered the black room. She saw the faces and the images of the London Massacre intombed in almost every photo, developed or not. She cried as she saw school gyms filled with children lifeless on the ground. One child even had a cross held in her hands, and she realized that no one had prayed for her. No one had accompanied her spirit to heaven. She recited the Lord's prayer in honor of the little girl, and Psalms 23 followed one minute later.
She left the room and returned to the bed she had been given, to see Malfoy there changing. Malfoy apparently had the bunk next to her. She smiled a weak smile and climbed up, she almost got onto the top when a familiar drawling voice said "hey, mudblood, that's mine" she glared daggers at him only to see him faintly smiling back, and realized, it was a joke, an attempt to normalize the situation that both knew could no longer be normalized. Both climbed, and after a few minutes, several others joined. A few minutes later, Hermione fell asleep for the third time that day.