You already know the drills of ownership. Rowling's stuff isn't mine.

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Harry Potter was sitting on his bed, just a few minutes after getting to his "home" and unloading his trunk. So much was running around his head pertaining to the last month in particular. The Department of Mysteries incident with Sirius had cost him another person in his family of friends. His godfather, Sirius, himself. Tears were creeping into his eyes without Harry's permission as he blinked them away. He didn't understand why he was the one that had to shoulder the burden of being the victim or grim reaper. He didn't understand. As he kept thinking on why things were anger slightly clouded his mind causing him to punch the pillow, letting his tears fall onto his face and anywhere else.

"Why did you have to go to the Ministry, Sirius, why? Why did I have to not listen to anyone about you being safe? Why?" those words kept being said over and over as he pummelled the pillow. Sirius was dead and there was no coming back. He already found that out from a little earlier this week. He wasn't coming back and it was because of Bellatrix Lestrange. Damn her, Damn Voldemort for messing up his life. Damn Dumbledore for not giving the facts to him straight. Damn himself for not thinking ahead of time. Why hadn't he found that gift ahead of time that Sirius had given him and called him through that? That mirror would've said Sirius was alright, that mirror would've caused him to not fly off the handle and lead five other classmates to fight Death Eaters for him. Why? Soon he was tired and fell asleep into a beaten pillow, never knowing there was someone watching at the door.

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Ron Weasley watched Harry get into the back seat with his sack of lard cousin and drive off all the while thinking about the Department of Mysteries. He had these scars here because he hadn't paid attention enough to classes that were based on theory and application expecting that he could make it on just Quidditch alone. His brothers hadn't become a pro-Quidditch player and he had wanted to do that alot before becoming an Auror became more of a necessity.

"Little bro, you coming?" Fred or was it George? grabbed Ron getting his attention.

"Oh yeah, I'm coming, just a little zoned out at the moment. Are you still living at the house?" Ron asked quickly. His mind was thinking on another thing at the moment. Chess was like war. When your plan was blown in chess, you set up another one quickly taking more key strategic pieces. Right now, Harry was the King and his friends were varying pieces. Ron was a Knight, Hermione a rook, Ginny was another rook, and Neville and Luna were pawns at the moment. All of those pieces had been wielded together as one through Harry into successfully buying time and surviving the Department of Mysteries. If Voldemort really wanted to harm Harry, he would take him off at the legs by removing his support system, his friends. Ron's blood ran cold at that. If Voldemort could do that then anything was possible. 4 different attacks would have to happen before striking at Harry. Harry was the leader, if he had no troops, then he would be the only piece left versus Voldemort's army.

"Gred?" the twin that just grabbed him looked at him funny, suprised that Ron spoke with the modified twin name. "I've got a bad feeling and I need your help to make sure that if what I'm thinking is right that we can stop it from happening." As both of them walked towards the Burrow, Ron began laying out his plan. The other twin soon joined them and started grinning evilly before breaking up laughing as Ron went into requests for items to be made or to be modified. They made it up to Fred and George's room and shut the door before it reopened again.

Their mother poked her head into the room and said they needed to get whatever they needed packed again because they were going to Grimmauld Palace as soon as possible. That brought Ron to a crashing halt then grinning yet again. His mom noticed his look and began to question them quickly. Ron explained it to her quickly. He thought they were going to be attacked but it needed to happen here at the Burrow.

"Why does it have to happen here?" Molly asked. She was still a little confused why Ron had turned a little more serious in a short amount of time.

"It's simple, we fight better on our terms. We keep up the "appearance" of living here while in reality we are at Grimmauld Palace. We make this place a trap and an example to the Death Eaters that underestimate the Weasleys. We are tricksters and fighters to the core. We are ambitious as our incommucando brother but to our own end. The twins have their shop they have always wanted, Dad has his need to know about the Muggles, mine's quidditch and your's Mother dearest, is simple really : your family. You don't want anymore of your family lost like your brothers, do you?" Molly collasped on the bed shocked beyond belief. Her brothers meant the world to her, they were tricksters and fighters as well, and she saw that every day in parts of her family. She didn't want to lose anymore.

"What do we need to do?" she asked. Fred and George explained that they were going to booby trap alot of the area with various traps and that they needed to get every bit of valuable/sentinmental thing away from the area. Molly was slightly horrified that the twins were going to unleash havoc in the house but started grinning when she realized something.

"Lets get something straight boys, a majority of knick-knacks are going to be gone but I've got an idea. Fred, George, can you modify that Swamp gag of yours to be Menthane producing?" Molly asked. The were clueless but nodded easily. "I've watched your father play with combustible gasses enough to know that if you take fire and alot of gasses, it gets a big explosion. You can apparrate or portkey away from that quick if you know what is going to happen but if you don't... Boom. You are going to be a little singed." The twins just sat there grinning evilly at their mother. They always knew she had this side of her but she would never show it. They barely pranked their mother because she gave as good as she got in ways that left them brainstorming for their shop for hours on end while reversing what she had done to them. The Ton Tongue Toffees were an off shoot of one of these episodes. George had cursed aloud and their Mom heard it and as proper discipline left a curse on him that wouldn't come off until the proper counter-curse was said (Reducio).

Ron nodded and jotted the idea down on paper. He needed to speak to Bill to set up wards designed to allow anyone to apparrate or portkey in but not out. If both could be done, why not one sided? he reasoned. "Fred, George, do you have any Polyjuiced lying around, enough for 3 doses?"

"More than that but why do you need that for? It changed a person's appearance for hour." George piped up.

"Wouldn't it be awful if we gave the Death Eaters three of the Kissed that was left at Azkaban?" Ron mused. Three shocked gasps echoed each other. He had gotten the reaction he wanted. "Three Kissed Death Eaters. Barty Crouch and two others." Laughs started around the room as they realized it would be a slap in the face to the Death Eaters as the appearances wore off they would be left with shells of people long past. Ron thought it would be a definite thing they would have the Dementors help in their strike with the Death Eaters following up afterward.

"You are going to have to talk to Dad to see if he can talk to Amelia Bones about this. I think she will approve of it, even though she decided not to join the Order of the Pheonix." Molly countered Ron. It was a brilliant plan that showed Ron truly had intelligence of a Ravenclaw and cunning of a Slytherin blended into him well when the issue was pertaining to strategy. It shocked her though when he was willing to insult and cause loss of human life but then she reminded herself, to take a life is to save another's. Her family was her most important thing. "Let me talk to your father and you two take Ron and talk to Bill. He should be able to help with all of this." Four Weasleys left the twin's room smiling with a battle plan that would scare Voldemort.

Molly kept doing her rounds stopping at Ginny's room, mentioning that she was needing to get everything packed and quickly. Ginny nodded realizing something was up but not to ask questions, all would be explained at later dates. What she noticed was there on her mom's face was a grin that would equal the Cheshire Cat in all its glory.

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Neville Longbottom was escorted home by his Grandmother and Auror Shacklebolt. He had stopped by his room before going into the living room to talk with his Gran about was happened at the Ministry. He walked into the room to notice Shacklebolt was still there, talking with his Gran.

'... was magnificent. You-Know-Who was after a prophecy and Neville was able to prevent it from happening buy destroying it. He stood up to Bellatrix Lestrange even though he had no chance at pronouncing the words correctly. The Healers mentioned something about a broken nose, it does impede pronounciation. He was also put under the Cructiaus as well from what they mentioned.'

A shocked gasp issued out of his Gran's mouth with "Oh my word, he was able to do all that. He's just as strong as his father." It was like a sonic boom went off around him. His Gran had given him the biggest praise of all, equaling his father.

"Wow," was the only word out of his mouth. His Gran looked over to him and just smiled. "You did well, although breaking your wand was a bad thing to do. Auror Shacklebolt has offered you on behalf of the Ministry to replace it."

"Thank you, sir." Neville replied shocked. He thought 'So far no lecture from her and a compliment. Amazing.'

"You were irresponsible to go to the Ministry in the first place though. One week of grounding, working in the garden outside. There are too many weeds and gnomes out there. Other than that, you did right in going. Harry needs all the help he's going to get." Neville just smiled. Grounding for a week, doing what he loved?

"Is it okay if I go ahead and relax for today and get started tommorrow? I want to unpack and get settled in." Neville replied.

Gran nodded. "Don't get settled in too much. Shacklebolt is also going to be residing here and he is going to help you with some training while guarding us." Nevile groaned. "There are consequences to every action you make Neville, just make sure you are making ones you are not going to regret. Dinner's at 7." Neville nodded and excused himself from the room. He was amazed but then he noticed he was getting a little flabby but knew that the extra endurance would help him in running around the castle if he ever got late or was out late again for some reason or another, he remembered a certain club that had all of the out of breath because it shut down almost before curfew.

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The car ride home for Hermione was silent for awhile until her father started to speak. "Hermione, I think you need to tell us what is happening in the Wizarding World. All of it. No half-truths. We recieved two letters from Hogwarts. One stated that you had been injured in a Death Eater battle. The second revealed that we needed to keep our heads down because we are Muggles. I think you need to tell us, quickly, why we shouldn't pull you out of that school and send you to Durmstrang or that french academy we have problems pronouncing, or a wizarding academy in America. Tell us why?"

Hermione told them them simply that she could give the background on her friends before her story of the past five years in the car on the way home but the story would take them sitting down for a long talk. Her parents agreed. She began telling them why Harry Potter was the Boy Who Lived and what happened in the First War that was on temporary hiatus until her fourth year. Her parents grew pale as they remembered in those days they were teenagers but they remembered the terrorists attacks that were on random people, sometimes in public or in private. The supposed cult of serial killers running rampant, the tabloids blaring that Christ had arisen and taken a few of the chosen souls a day to his sanctuary or aliens devouring their brains leaving husks of bodies in their wake. What happened in truth was Voldemort or his allies had came and killed them and left the bodies there as an example for Muggle or Wizard to find to take back to their brethren.

They got home after Hermione had finished the story and after they had gone through a drive-thru to get something to sustain them. Neither wanted to cook and be distracted from this story. Hermione's trunk was unloaded and Crookshanks was set loose in the house before she sat down and asked the simple question, "Do you want me to start or do you want to let this settle before plowing on?"

"Go on. Start with the first year."

Hermione did just that. She told them that the hat was split between putting her in Ravenclaw or Gryfindor. It knew she was overpowering but her bravery was from her need to know what was happening around her. That and she asked for it to be in Gryffindor. She spoke of Quirrel the stuttering teacher that wouldn't teach enough of Defense Against the Dark Arts, the Incident with Ron that led to the Troll. Harry and Ron saving her, finding out about Fluffy, Snape being attacked by Fluffy. Hagrid's dragon, Harry seeing a spectre that caused him to faint and the death of a unicorn. Finding out about the Sorcerer's Stone, preventing the Stone from being taken away. The Devil's Snare, The Life-Sized Chess Game, the Logic test, and then her running to find Dumbledore while Harry faced off against Quirrel who they thought was Snape to begin with.

The parents paled when they realized their child was doing life threatening things that early in her life with the dreadful thought on their minds of "That was their first year. There was four more to go."

She plowed into the second year. The pouf showman of DADA who later was a fake. The Basilisk that was terrorizing the school from an underground chamber. Petrification of a cat, a ghost, several students, then her when she had found out that it was a basilisk. She told of the murdering of the roosters and that the basilisk could be killed by a rooster crowing. Told them Petrification was lucky compared to the death of a student when she had caught a dead on glare of the basilisk. The possession of Ginny Weasley by a spirit from a diary, Harry facing the spirit of Lord Voldemort and the basilisk with only the help of the headmaster's pheonix and the Sorting hat that provided Gryffindor's sword to him. She told them she awoke to find all this out afterwards from Harry and Ron on one of the off days that they were supposed to have final's on.

The parents just gazed on in rapt wonder praising saints and god that their daughter wasn't dead three years ago and subconciously thanking and yelling at Harry Potter for saving and putting their daughter at risk.

Third year, they had heard the news of the escaped convict Sirius Black. She went on to explain about the Dementors that were patrolling around Hogwarts and of the fear they put into anyone they passed. Hermione had unconciously shivered at that thought. She told them that she was taxing herself that year handling an extreme load of classes. She went on to mention that there was mutiple breakin's of either the Dementor's or Sirius Black around Hogwarts. Harry mastering the Patronus charm. Sirius Black being revealed as Harry's godfather. Him not being a murderer but Ron's pet was an Animagus, a person who could shapechange into a specific animal at will, and the switch of Secret Keepers that would cause Harry to lose his parents because of the traitor, Pettigrew. Harry saving Pettigrew from death only to have on the trek back to school have him escape when the Dementors surround them. Hermione was crying when she told them that she failed at helping save the people around her with the Patronus Charm, the only charm that would fend off the Dementors. Using her Time Turner to go back save themselves with Harry's Patronus and then free Sirius Black from getting the Dementor's Kiss, a life sentence that would equal an empty shell to the living world, a soulless body. The Granger's gasped at that. They knew there was dangerous creatures but not creatures that would suck a soul from a person.

Fourth year, she told of the Quidditch World Cup and the Death Eater attack upon it. The Muggles that were tortured in front of other wizards just because the wizards thought they could. The Triwizard Tournament and three participants plus one, that one being Harry Potter. The teacher that wasn't a teacher that showed them how terrified you should be when you can be mindcontrolled against your own, tortured without being touched, or killed with a flash of green light. Of the dragons of the First Task, of the smearing of Harry Potter and her, of the rescue needed in the Second Task. Then she told them the Third Task: one student being eliminated early, the other mind-controlled to use the torture curse on Cedric Diggory, the other Hogwarts student, and Harry saving him from it. Claiming the trophy by both, the rise of Voldemort aided by Pettigrew, Harry returning with the body of Cedric Diggory. The teacher that wasn't a teacher was a Death Eater and him being claimed by a Dementor while the Minister of Magic wanted to hush up everyone that knew.

The parents were pale as is but now they wondered how Harry Potter survived against odds stacked against him.

Fifth year, the Defense Teacher that pushed Ministry Propaganda that Lord Voldemort wasn't back, smearing Harry even further. Harry being tortured in detentions by a quill that wrote in his blood. The meetings that gave rise to a club that focused around DADA and the decrees that forced the school to bend to the Ministry's will. The club was illegal but went on anyways. The club being busted, six being caught by a squad of students that had almost the power of a professor to each of them. All of the children being brainwashed and devoted to the the idealism of pureblood meaning anyone less than pure was to be destroyed or used then discarded. The DADA teacher overthrowing Dumbledore, the twins quitting after a series of massive pranks that the other professors secretly applauded and the dream that caused the last series of events to happen : Sirius being captured and held in the Department of Ministries. A plan formed fell apart then reformed as they were captured, Harry nearly put under the Crucio Curse, then of the coercion of the centaurs to defend them. Finding the others, going to the ministry, finding the Death Eaters there. How each of them fell to the Death Eaters along the way until she fell to Dolohov Flame Severing Curse. Finding out later that Neville and Harry had been able to make it out to the doors of the Ministry when the cavalry arrived. Sirius being killed by Bellatrix. Dumbledore and Voldemort dueling to a draw and him escaping with Bellatrix in tow. Harry's possession by Voldemort then driving him off while Dumble faced the choice of to kill Harry or not while he was possessed. She told them of the prophecy they had went after and it breaking during the fight to get out, not knowing why it was significant to Harry or Voldemort, only that it was important. She told them that Harry was the last to wake from recovery and that Ron was probably scarred for life because of the brains and that she may be scarred as well because of the curse used. Of the Minister that said Voldemort wasn't there, now realizing his errors too late when Voldemort invaded the building he worked in under their noses.

"That's it, that's all." Hermione said. She knew and feared that her parents were going to pull her from Hogwarts, from Harry and Ron, and run like hell. It was reason enough that they feared their safety, now they feared much more for their lives.

"Tell us one reason why you should go back. Why we should be reassured that we aren't going to be attacked and killed just like everyone else?" her mother asked wanting the reason to be weak so she could just run.

"Because we are going to do what it takes to get by. Hogwarts is the safest place for me to be. We are a target no matter where we go, I know that one of the Death Eaters used to be Russian or Siberian and headmaster of Durmstrang. Figure it out, we can't hide without erasing our identities magically, electronically, and physically. There is no way possible."

"Then what do we do?" her father said.

"We contact Arabella Figg to get her to contact the Order to get us out of here before we jump from the pan to fire. They can make us disappear. I know you guys make quite a bit, so you can make arrangements to appear in your officed during the day by Portkeying in and out. Until then, we wait, proceed like its a normal day in our lives while I comb through every magical book I have that can help me and my friends defend themselves."

"I'll go call Mrs. Figg then. Where does she live?" her mother said.

"Little Whindig" Her mother walked off, almost frantic.

Her father asked the simplest question of all, "Your in this war whether you like it or not, aren't you kiddo?

"Yup, I am. I am just higher up on the kill list than others because I'm friends with the Number 1 to be killed and the blood-traitor and his sister." The words were sneered at the end.

"Blood-traitor?"

"Instead of blood they believed in, they believe in equality. Family above blood. Good above Supression."

"Then they aren't traitors."

"Nope, they aren't to me."

"Me neither."

Her father walked out of the room and their daughter rested her head on her hands then proceeded to bawl her eyes out. She didn't know that her parents overheard her and they were holding each other, crying as well.

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As the spririts watched on as Ronald Weasley worked out his plan, they laughed at the suprised in store for his enemies. They wouldn't know what hit them. It was wise to instill parts of the Generals of Old into him. He would do them proud as the General of this Age.

They watched as Harry slept troubled with Dreams as three of their own ranted and raged as Sirius in the Dream World was manipulated to accuse Harry that it was his fault alone that he had gone through the curtain, to death, too early.

They watched as Neville penned out a letter to Harry Potter asking what needed to be done to help him.

Flashes of others went through their personal viewers, each spirit possibly being an ancestor:

Dudley Dursley attempts at working up the nerve to make peace with his cousin.

Ginny Weasley dreaming of Tom Riddle raising out the diary and telling her that an innocent crush on the Boy Who Lived and the irony that she would be the cause of his death.

Susan Bones dreaming of the nerve to approach her crush and say it out loud before siezing a kiss from him.

Amelia Bones worrying over the permission she granted to the Weasley family wondeirng why they need three of the Kissed.

Voldemorts plans of striking the followers of the Boy Who Defied and making them fall before him.