Cyrus woke up, his entire body in pain. He'd been cut repeatedly, burned, and even shot all of yesterday. Every time he fainted, she'd heal him just enough for him not to die. Then, she'd wake him up and start all over again. "Sadistic bitch." he said, trying to get up. "You're making me blush." A voice said from across the room. He looked up and sees Lily sit in a chair, drinking firewhiskey. "Why are you here? You should know that I'm not going to talk." Lily laughed, "That much is obvious. I'd kill you now, but my boss said to keep you alive. Ambassadors are great for leverage. But until then, I'm free to torture you to within an inch of your life, just like I was doing yesterday." Cyrus' eye grew wide, "You're not Lily. She'd never take pleasure in causing someone pain." Lily stopped laughing, "About time you figured it out. I needed a new face in this country, and my sister's was perfect." She waved her hands and the glamour dissipated, revealing Cal. Cyrus was speechless. "That was the same expression that other guy gave yesterday. This greasy haired dude with the kid." Taking a picture out of her pocket, she threw it to him, "The kid looked just like him." Cyrus looked at the picture, and tears were at the corner of his eyes. It was a picture that he'd seen every day. The picture of James and Lily almost two months before they were killed. "What happened to them?" he whispered. "The greasy haired git might've lived; I just shot him in the arm. But the kid's dead. Double tapped his chest." Cal said almost laughing. Ignoring all the pain in his body, Cyrus lounged at her. When he was about ten feet from her, she drew a wand from her holster and said, "Crucio!"

Harry slowly awoke, feeling slightly light headed. He was in a hospital, and he could see doctors and nurse running throughout the hall. Looking around the room, he saw that there was a TV, meaning that he was in a muggle hospital. The story on the new piqued his interest. Find the remote, he turned up the volume. "Yesterday afternoon, a terrorist cell inside London detonated a bomb inside a nursing home. Two of the patrons were killed instantly, while two men visiting them were injured. The Hospital has reported that the wound are not life threatening, and they are expected to regain consciousness later today. Meanwhile, a manhunt is underway-"Harry turned it off after the report, and tried to get up. As soon as he stood up, his legs gave out, and he fell forward. He tried to stand and heard several pairs of feet running towards him. "Are you alright? Here, take my hand." Harry took the offered hand and he was helped back up onto the bed. "You shouldn't move around too much, the medication we gave you will make your legs numb for most of the night." Harry nodded, "What about the man I was with?" The doctor smiled, "He's going to be fine. Some shrapnel hit him in the arm, but he'll be released later today. He's asleep right now, but he should wake up before too much longer. Relax for now; you've got a concussion from the blast. We'll be keeping you until tomorrow for observation. Call us if you need anything." Harry nodded and they left the room. He closed his eyes to go back to sleep, when the door opened. "Come on Fred. Let's come back later, he's asleep." A voice said. "Yeah, you're right." The same voice said. Harry opened his eyes and turned towards the door, "Fred, George, It's great to see you."

The twins smiled, "Glad we could get here. Daphne told us what happened. You okay?" Fred asked. Harry nodded, "Concussion, but I should be able to leave tomorrow." "That's great. What about Snape?" George said, pointing to the bed next to him behind the curtain. "I'll be fine. After I'm discharged, I'll go to St. Mungo's and get this patched up in five minutes." Said a voice behind the curtain. "You're awake?" Harry asked. Snape pulled the curtain back. "Obviously. As that news broadcast said, we were in a terrorist attack. I sent a message to Remus, who clearly told everyone else. Still no word about Cyrus, but now we have a new lead." "Harry nodded, still wondering how Snape knew what he was going to ask without using Legilimency. "If you know someone well enough, you don't need to." He said smirking. Which caused Harry to blush, and Fred and George to stand there looking confused. Harry and the twins joked around about the pranks they were going to pull next year. Harry suspected that they were trying to pull his mind away from what's happened the last couple days, which they were largely successful. Around six that night, Snape was discharged, "I'll be back to pick you up tomorrow." The twins kept telling him about the trouble they caused in their first year, when Harry's stomach started growling. The twins laughed and Harry blushed again. "Stay here, Fred, I'll go get those meals mum packed." George said as he left the room.

While waiting for him to get back, Harry and George started to plan what pranks they should pull on Ron. "Could you get a hold of his wand?" Harry asked smirking. George nodded, "that shouldn't be a problem. Why?" "I've got a book back at the Greengrass manor, that has a spell that makes the front and back of the wand switch. Try and cast a spell, and it'll hit you instead of them." George roared, "Brilliant. Just brilliant. Might kill him if he doesn't figure it out soon enough. Ah well, a man can dream." Harry laughed. "Did you hear? The only reason that Ron passed was because Lucius Malfoy bribed Dumbledore. Dad's been getting real chummy with Lucius, ever since Ron and Draco started getting along. I expect that their meeting right now to finalize the Marriage contract." Harry lost it and started cracking up with George. Fred came back a minutes later, and found them both clutching their ribs. "What's so funny?" He asked putting down a small crate. "Oh, nothing. Just Ron and Draco's upcoming wedding." George said, still snorting. Fred grinned, "I'm not gonna be their best man? Are you?" "Hell no. Ron's getting to be way too similar to Percy. Expect the following the rules and the talent, that is." Harry snorted again, "Don't make me laugh; I'll die if you do." George grinned, "Can't have that, can we? Come on and dig in." he said opening the carte.

They spent a couple of hours chatting, enjoying the food that Mrs. Weasley had made, and around nine o'clock, the nurse asked informed them that visiting hour were over. Getting up the twins turned back to Harry, "Tomorrow, we'll be at the cauldron. Any chance you can join us for lunch?" Fred asked smiling. Harry nodded, "Assuming that I don't suddenly start dying, I should be out of here tomorrow." George laughed, "We won't hold it against you if you can't join us due to being on your death bed. Well, we might, but that's beside the point." Harry laughed as they left the room. Almost immediately afterwards, Harry felt exhausted, probably from talking to the twin while he should have been resting. He yawned, closed his eyes, and within minutes, was asleep.

That night, at Hogwarts, Dumbledore was frustrated. "All my plans have failed. A curse upon Snape and the rest of those treacherous snakes! Somehow, I must find some way to make this work." The yelled as he paced around his study. He sat and messaged his scalp; he looked around, until his eyes fell upon the portrait of a lesser known headmaster named Francis Longbottom. He jumped, "I must pay a visit to Mr. Longbottom. Perhaps, I can fix all of this tomorrow. Yes, that will work. First, I'll get him on my side. Then, with my plan for next year, my plans will come to fruition far sooner than I expected. This is fantastic. I could never have controlled the boy. Too much of his mother, and not enough of his father. If I must, she'll handle him. I will have a perfect figurehead, my most loyal followers will be rewarded, and the only one that can stop me will be gone forever! Just one more year…" He exclaimed when he heard a soft tap at his window. Looking, he saw a small brightly colored peacock with a scroll attached to his left leg. Waving his wand, the window opened and the bird swooped up, extending its leg. Dumbledore shook his head, "Only one wizard is stupid and flashy enough to deliver mail with a vibrant peacock. " Taking the scroll, he unfurled the scroll and read:

Dear Albus Dumbledore,

It has been far too long, my old friend. I'd heard some rumors that I would be more than willing to help you address. Perhaps we could meet for some lunch at the Three Broomsticks tomorrow? I await your answer,

Hoping this finds you well,

Dr. Helmut Von Giuseppe

Thoroughly intrigued, Dumbledore scribbled a quick reply, and handed it back to the peacock. He watched as the bird flew through the night, and then went to bed, dreaming of fulfilling his greatest plan.

Harry awoke the next day, stretching like he always does, until he remembered where he was. His door opened, and a doctor walked in "I'm Glad that you seem to be healthy, but before we can discharge you, I'd like to run a few more tests, if that's alright with you." Harry nodded, "Alright, but I feel fine." He nodded, "Alright, do you think you can walk?" Harry stood up and stretched, his legs felt a little weak from disuse, but seemed fine to walk, "That shouldn't be a problem." Harry answered. The Doc smiled, "You and that friend of yours sure are something. Recovering from a concussion like that with just one day of rest. And his entire arm was shattered, but managed to regain some use of his arm in one day. Just follow me, and we'll have you out of here in no time." Harry followed as he left the room, and two hours and four tests later, he was given a clean bill of health. Almost on cue, Snape came in and signed Harry out. They left and went to the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry opened the door and spent about ten seconds looking around the familiar pub, before he was knocked to the ground by two very familiar girls. Holding back his laughter, he pretended to be serious, "Daph, Susan, I just got over one concussion, I don't need another one less than an hour after I get discharged." Susan and Daphne got off him and helped him up. Before he could say anything else, both girls had punched him in the face. "What was that about?!" Harry said getting up from the floor. "That was for almost dying again. You need to be more careful." Daphne said, wiping the tears out of her eyes. Harry rubbed the side of his face, "I didn't think that someone would try and blow me up at my grandparent's nursing home-"Harry started before Snape cut him off, "We'll talk about this later. That shouldn't be discussed where others might be listening." They nodded, and went back to the table where Tori was sitting and read a newspaper. Harry ordered breakfast and went back to the table. As they ate, the girls filled Harry in about what happened while he was in the hospital. There was no news about Cyrus, The murders were still being investigated by the muggles, and thankfully, no one knew that Harry potter had been lying in a hospital bed. They stood up to go to the alley, when a nearby fireplace roared to life. Out of the emerald flames walked two red-heads. They looked around and saw the group. Running over, they clapped Harry on the back, "Good to see you didn't die. Where are you guys going?" Fred asked. "Morgan asked me to help Astoria get some of her school supplies. There's still no Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, so we won't be able to get those, but I have a list of the rest of books and supplies. Most importantly, though, is that she needs a wand." Snape answered calmly. The twins nodded, "Excellent, Ron broke mine and Fred's wands because we'd 'betrayed the family' by being Harry's friends. He thinks that we would have to make do with some third-rate wand from one of the market stall in Knockturn Alley. He doesn't know that Fred and I have been saving up plenty of money, so we shouldn't have any trouble get an Ollivander's wand." George said, as he and Fred followed after them, laughing with Susan and Daphne.

"Professor, could we stop by Gringotts before we go anywhere? I'd like to get some extra money, just in case I see anything that I want." Harry asked. Snape nodded, "Sure, but don't call me Professor. We're not at school, so 'Severus' will do fine." They climbed the marble steps and opened the polished bronze doors. In front of them was an extremely long line, over thirty people ahead of them. According to the sign to the left of the door, it would be two hours before they would be served. "So much for that idea. Let's not waste all day getting money that I won't even need." Fred stepped out of line, "Don't worry, we might not have to." He said, walking over to a desk along the wall, and tapped a young man with the same red hair as Fred and George, definitely their brother, on the shoulder. The man turned to Fred, stood up and gave him a hug. The two of them exchange a few words, and Fred called them over. They all walked over and Fred introduced everyone, "Everyone, this is Bill Weasley, our oldest brother. Bill, this is everyone." Bill shook hands with everyone and gave Harry a slight bow, "A pleasure, Heir Potter." Harry shook his hand, "No need for titles, Mr. Weasley." Harry said politely. Bill laughed, "Please, Mr. Weasley makes me sound old. Just call me Bill. And any employee of Gringotts must use formal titles unless expressly told not to." Harry nodded, "Alright, Bill, then I'm expressly telling you, no formal titles. Just call me Harry." Bill nodded, "Alright, Harry, now, Fred tells me that you need to access your account?" Harry nodded, "If that's not too much trouble." Bill held out his hand, "No trouble, I just need your key." Harry handed him the key, and he continued, "Follow me." Harry followed bill through the halls, looked back, and saw that no one had followed. "They couldn't go with us anyway. Only a Gringotts employee or the owner can enter the highest security vaults. This won't take too long, the employee cart is much faster than the usual." Bill said smiling. Harry could feel his stomach protesting already.

After less than a minute of hairpin turns at what could have been the speed of light, they'd reached Harry's trust vault. Bill opened the vault, and Harry grabbed a large pile of galleons and put them into his money pouch. After he left the vault, Bill locked it, and handed Harry back his key. "Shall we head back up?" Bill said, calling a cart. "Wait a minute; let's wait for my stomach to get her at least." Harry answered, not sure if he could handle another trip so soon. Bill shook his head, "I guess. As a seeker, you really need to get used to moving at high speeds. I'd have thought that you'd be used to it by now." Harry just looked him in the eyes, "I've never seen a broom that could move at supersonic speed." Bill shrugged, "Fair enough. From what the twins tell me, you're top of your class in D.A.D.A." Harry nodded. "One of my favorite subject when I was a student. Actually, it was the whole reason that I became a curse breaker in the first place." Harry tilted his head, not quite sure what he meant. Seeing his confusion, he explained, "I originally intended to become the D.A.D.A. teacher, but the job is curse. Every teacher that takes the job is gone by the end of the year. Professor Quirrell, died right? The teacher in my third year, Professor Viridian, died too. A curse rebounded and blasted him out the fourth floor window right after spring break. Traumatized half the year too." Harry nodded, "So, you became a curse breaker, so that you could be become D.A.D.A professor?" Bill nodded, "That was the plan, but now, I think that I'll keep this job. The pays better, and the travel fun. I'm going to Egypt in the spring, Might even be there until the end of summer." Harry smirked, "Any idea what'll happen to my next teacher?" Bill just laughed, "I had one die, two got sacked, three retired, and the last was arrested. That bastard was torturing any student that missed a homework assignment, or talked back. Eventually, one of the students told her parent, who happened to be a close friend to Amelia Bones. She put a stop to that less than a day later." Harry stood up. "Alright, let's head back. Bill nodded, "Sure."

As they walked back to the lobby, thought about what happened to Fred and George, what Ron did and more importantly what he said. "Bill, would I be able to open an account for someone else?" Bill was slightly surprised by the question, but answered almost instantly, "With the amount of money you have, you could probably fund most of the muggleborns at Hogwarts for life. Why?" Harry stopped him from walking, "Fred and George said that Ron said they'd betrayed the family. From what Cyr- Lord Greengrass, told me that if the head of the house thinks so, then he could throw them out of the house with nothing, I don't want them to lose everything just because they were my friends." Bill thought for a moment. His father what never think that they'd betrayed the family just because they'd don't like Ron's friends, but he doesn't have the guts to stand up to his mother, which make them being expelled a very real possibility. "Are you sure that you want to give them you money? Me or Charlie would be able to help them if we needed to. "Harry shook his head. "It would be my fault that they were expelled, so I should be the one to help them." Bill nodded, very impressed with the young man in front of him. "Alright, before we go back, We'll take care of setting up the account just in case." Bill led Harry to a small conference room. "I'll be right back." Bill said, before turning and shutting the door.

Five minutes later, bill walked back into the room, Gornuk in tow. "Harry, it's nice to see you again. Has there been any development on Cyrus' kidnapping?" Gornuk asked, shaking Harry's hand. "It's good to see you too, Gornuk. No, there hasn't been any change that I'm aware of." Harry answered. Gornuk's face turned grim, "I'm sorry to hear that. You have my word that if Cyrus is seen in any goblin control facility, we'll be sure that we let you know. Now, to what do we owe this unexpected visit?" Harry nodded, "Thank you for that. Several of my friends are in danger of being kicked out of their family for no other reason than they are my friends. I thought that I would set up an account for them just in case, since it would be my fault that they lost everything." Gornuk was speechless for a second, than started to lightly chuckle, "You take after your father more than I thought. He once set up a trust account for the son of a dark wizard he'd killed when he was an Auror." Harry smiled, "I'm glad. Everyone else says that I take after my mom, so I'm glad that I inherited more than my father's appearance." Gornuk took the forms that bill handed him, filled out several places. Then he handed it to Harry. " Please fill out the name of the recipients, the amount of gold, when it will be refilled, and when they will have access to the money. Then, sign underneath and stamp with your ring." Harry did as he said, making sure to read the form as Cyrus suggested, not because he didn't trust Gornuk, but because you should never sign something with reading it over. Giving them ten thousand galleons, to be refilled at the end of the month, and becoming available when they are expelled or the turn eighteen, whichever comes first. Harry signed, stamped, and handed it back to Gornuk. He looked it over, nodded, and said, "I'll file these now, and the accounts should be set up by tomorrow. They will not be informed about the accounts until one of the conditions have been met. I am curious as to why you add that they'd receive the money at eighteen, even though they'd be able to get money on their own." Harry nodded, "They confided in me their dream to open a joke shop. This is just another way of financing their shop after they graduate." Gornuk nodded, "Very well. Have a good day." And he left. Bill came up from behind and grabbed Harry's shoulder. "Come on, we'd best hurry up, or they'll think that you fell off the cart!"

In Mongolia, on the outskirts of Ulan Bator, a man with short brown hair sat at the table inside of the small house in which he's lived for the last thirteen years, reading a letter that he'd just received. The more he read, the colder his eyes seemed to grow. When he finished the letter, he walked out the back door, and went into the small barn out back. Inside, his wife was kneeling in front of a makeshift altar. As soon as the door closed, she stood up. "You found him." She asked without turning. "Yeah. He's in England." She turned and her eyes, usually full of cheerfulness, showed only pain and sorrow. "Eren, are you going?" The man asked. Eren nodded, "I have to settle this. I should have killed him fifteen years ago. Reiji, you stay here. I'll be back after this is done." Reiji shook his head. "If you're going then, so am I. Don't forget that she's there too. We do this together, or not at all." Eren hugged him, "You have a life here. You don't have to give that up." Reiji hugged her back, "I have to fulfill my promise. And I can't do that until this is all over and done. Cal, Scythe, and McGuire. As long as those three are still alive, we'll never be able to live our lives. We've lost too much. Your past, my country, and most importantly, our children. This is going to end, one way or another. We can't run from Inferno forever, it's only a matter of time before they find out were still alive. Then it won't be just us, everyone around us will be in the crosshairs." Eren nodded, "Alright, I'll have our contacts at the Airport get us passage to London. We still have a few safe houses there." Reiji nodded, "I'll contact a few people I can trust, and see if they can get us guns, ammo, and wands once we get to London. We'll leave in the morning. We should say our goodbye. We might not comeback from this one."