A/n: Thank you for the reviews once again, they are greatly appreciated. And yes it is really based on the Butterfly Effect, just different situations. This chapter is pretty lengthy; the first part was kind of an intro.

The First Attempt:

Part Two

Harry allowed Wendy to take him. He was not in the mood to argue. He couldn't believe that one decision he made could create even more undesirable consequences. When they finally reached his room, he sat on the bed, feeling helpless.

"I don't know what to do with you anymore," Wendy began.

Harry remained silent. He thought best to let her talk and maybe everything will make sense.

"Do you love me or Ginny?"

"Ginny without a doubt," Harry instinctively replied.

Wendy's face scrunched up. "What was the meaning of this then?" She showed Harry an exquisite sapphire necklace. "You said this was a sign of your 'love'. Then you come and tell me this. What the fuck Harry? I'm so sick of these games."

Harry was shocked. Did he truly love another woman other than Ginny? This wasn't happening… he would never dream of cheating on Ginny.

Suddenly memories of the past years flashed back to him. The graduation - him, Ron, Hermione and Ginny, all laughing together. Ron working at the ministry alongside Arthur; Hermione training to be an auror with Harry; Ginny continuing school. Harry meets a beautiful red-head woman, training to be an Auror like himself. She's from an American school, and her name is Wendy. Ginny and Harry talk less and less, due to busy schedules, while Harry and Wendy talk more. Ginny graduates and decides to become a teacher. She goes to a different school, while Harry and Wendy spend a lot of time together. Ginny and Harry are still together, but it wasn't the same. Wendy leaves her fiancé for she doubts her feelings for him and her feelings for Harry. Harry and Ginny realize that they are better off as best friends. Voldemort's followers, led by a new group of miscreants, erupted when Harry turned 23. They have been fighting the rebellions for two years now. Arthur and Molly died fighting. Percy turned on the Order.

Harry was shaken. Wendy was crying beside him, her hand clutching the necklace.

"If you still truly love Ginny, then I don't want this necklace," Wendy removed it from her neck and placed it in Harry's hands. "You said you were completely over, and yet you always mention her name. You always subconsciously talk about her! God Harry, you are so fucking difficult! I care for her too, I want her back safely, but you're just too obsessed with her. I know she's probably your first love, but what the fuck Harry? I can't do this anymore."

"Wait, Wendy, I'm sorry – I -" Harry began.

"Talk to me when you know what you want," Wendy said abruptly, and shut the door.

He couldn't accept the fact that he wasn't with Ginny. He expected them to be together forever. He couldn't believe that he would ever love anyone else other than her. Great! Not only has he ruined everyone's lives again, but now even lives of innocent people. He couldn't let this continue. He ran back outside to the meeting. Maybe he could still fix everything somehow.

"What can you tell me about their location?" Harry demanded. Everyone looked surprised. This was more like the Harry Potter they knew.

"Last we heard was an attack in Dublin," A bearded man told him. "That happened last night. Their attacks are unpredictable. They attack at random places and at random times."

"See, they kill and threaten muggles, and anticipate us to come. And once we come to try and stop them, their reinforcements arrive and it's all downhill from there." Another added. "Ginny's student was being attacked so she quickly tried to save them, but it was too late. Hermione and a couple more came after her, but they all got captured."

"Where's Dumbledore?"

"Dumbledore's grown very weary… he's at St. Mungo's as we speak…" The brown-mustached man's voice trailed off. "He's slowly recovering. Even Dumbledore has his limits."

Harry was silent for a moment. Then he asked, "Do we have any captives ourselves?"

"Yes, they're downstairs. Mad-Eye's keeping a close watch on them." Another reported. "They haven't given us any information though."

Harry nodded and proceeded downstairs. He walked by Wendy without saying a word, which made her shoulders shake. The basement was dimly-lit, with all sorts of animals running about. He had his wand at the ready, in case anything suddenly jumped at him. He stepped on broken bottles which crackled underneath his shoes.

"Who's there?" A voice snarled.

"It's me, Harry," he answered. He saw Mad-Eye hobbling from the corner. Mad-Eye studied him intently with his good eye, while the other rolled uncontrollably.

"You're finally up," was all the aged Auror said.

Harry gave him a small nod, and followed him around the corner. There he found two wizards pacing back and forth, with depressed looks on their faces. They did not seem affected by Harry's arrival. One had long, greasy brown hair, with an equally greasy beard. The other was a chubby, elf-looking man, who looked about Harry's age.

"They can't see you," Mad-Eye told him. "They haven't got a clue where they are. They've tried contacting the others, but I placed a spell around this floor that stops communication and we confiscated their wands. We're trying to catch them talking about their future plans or mentioning anyone's names, but they've been extremely careful. I think that one's starting to lose it though." He pointed to the chubby man, who was now tracing things on the cement while muttering incomprehensible words.

"Do you know their names?" Harry asked.

"The nutty-looking one's Steven Hennessy. We found out that he's a distant relative of the Malfoys," Mad-Eye explained. "The nervous one pacing is Roger Wasp. He's actually Lavender Brown's third cousin. We gave them some veristarum, but they didn't drink it at all. We know they're hungry and thirsty, but they refused to touch anything that appeared on the floor. They haven't slept all three days either."

Harry was aghast. As if this is happening, he thought miserably. Memories of his mission suddenly flashed through his mind. The capture of at least 20 witches and wizards who were suspected to be plotting an uprising. The countless close-death encounters Harry escaped. The terrible loses they had in their team…. And they had succeeded. Harry never realized how much of an asset he was to the team, until now.

"I want to talk to them," Harry finally said.

"What? I can't let you do that," Mad-Eye raised his eyebrows.

"Trust me I'll be fine, and I might even get some information," Harry said firmly. "I was training to become an Auror too you know."

Mad-Eye stared at him intently for a few minutes, until finally mumbling some words. "Go. You have 10 minutes to get out of the barrier."

Suddenly a weird, jelly-like wall split into two and Harry immediately went inside. The two men jumped with surprise.

"Who – How – " The elvish man stammered.

"It's Harry Potter you dimwit," The other snapped. His eyes looked menacingly at Harry's scar. "We're not going to tell you anything."

"Look, Roger, I know you're not in the position to give me any information whatsoever, but I just wanted to know... does the name Corey Mitchell ring a bell to any of you?" Harry wondered.

Steven and Roger looked at each other and chuckled. "Old Corey got what he deserved. He sure did," Roger smiled.

Harry's blood began to boil.

"Yep, he sure did," Steven agreed. "We had some fun with Mister Mitchell, yes we did."

Harry tried to keep himself from punching them. "What about Adrianna Webthorne? Or Antonius Quiggley? Sarah O'Reilly?"

"Dead."

"Dead."

"DEAD!" The two prisoners' laughter echoed in the tiny area.

Harry and Corey, disguised under the invisibility cloak, crept behind the massive iceberg, wearing 'Anti-marking & Anti-footprint shoes' custom made for the mission.

"See those two Eskimos over there? Well they're not Eskimos, Harry," Corey pointed at two men with thick, furry coats. "That's Roger Wasp and Steven Hennessy, some of the younger generation Death Eaters. They're pretty skilled and aren't as – deficient – as they look." The two men were now throwing what looked like bread at a couple of penguins while taking large gulps from a thermos.

"That's definitely not hot chocolate they're drinking…" Harry observed as the two men slowly began laughing hysterically at the penguins for absolutely no reason.

"Nope," Corey agreed. "Now the plan is, I'll come out and chit chat with them. They're easy to manipulate psychologically. Then I'll try to hex them, which of course won't work as easily as I'd like it to. Then I battle with them for a bit while you light these fireworks and send a massive avalanche hurtling down. But – " he continued before Harry could interrupt. "I'll cast another jinx that'll make them deaf and blind for a few minutes. And when the avalanche comes…BAM they're trapped and unconscious and ready to be shipped to Azkaban."

Harry admired Corey. He always came up with the strategic plans that the whole team followed. Harry felt Corey was somewhat like Sirius, adventurous, and a risk-taker, yet also very secretive and private.

"We put you away in Azkaban… you should've been locked up by now…" Harry thought aloud bitterly.

"Clearly not since we're both standing here wasting time with you!" Roger spat.

"I already know your master plan…" Harry said softly.

Roger guffawed, "Then why are you here?"

"I wanted to give you a chance to redeem yourselves," Harry said. "I mean, with your three daughters all alone with your brother-in-law, which I'm surprised you trusted with him, considering his history of… erm… let's just say 'uncontrolled temperament'…" Harry looked at Roger's face which turned to a solemn frown. "If you were locked up, just imagine how much fun he'll have with your daughters. And they're all you have left since your three wives' deaths."

"How do you know this? Who told you this information?" Roger bellowed.

"And as for you Mister Hennessy, your poor mother is not in her best state is she?" Harry looked at the now pale and shaking man. "You left her at her worst. And when she finds out you're a Death Eater, it will cause her instant fatality. Your poor, poor mother…"

Steven looked at the floor.

"What do expect to gain from being a Death Eater? Do you think you'll find a cure for her rare disease?" Harry continued. "I mean… I have a lot of connections… I can easily find someone who can make a cure for her."

Steven's eyes lit up. "Really? Dear mother has been suffering from bad dreams all her life…"

"Yes, it's an awful illness," Harry patted Steven in the shoulder.

"Get off him!" Roger pushed Harry roughly. "Listen Steven, we could have everyone working for your mum's cure! That way we can get it faster!"

"But not everyone's a qualified alchemist you know," Harry pointed out. "Would you let your mother turn into a guinea pig? I don't think so."

"So what is it that you want?" Steven looked at Harry with sad eyes. "I would do anything to save my mum."
"Pathetic," Roger said. He grabbed Steven's shoulders and shook him. "He's clearly trying to bribe us you dimwit! Snap out of it! Your mum would be happy to die for our cause!"

Next thing Harry knew, Roger and Steven were on the floor, punching each other like two teenage boys. He stepped out of the barrier to find Mad-Eye watching in amazement.

"So once they're asleep, just pour the verisaterum in their drinks and I think it should work," Harry said casually.

"How did you know all that? You knew something none of us did…" Mad-Eye wondered aloud. "We spent time trying to find as much about them as possible, but we couldn't link them to anybody. All their records were destroyed."

Harry didn't bother to explain, considering he couldn't think of a good explanation. Soon enough, Hennessy and Wasp grew tired and fell asleep without even realizing that Moody had removed the barrier.