"Arthur!" Molly saw her husband hit the ground rolling and sliding across the gravel at high speeds. She raised her wand to slow him down and saw her husband hit a tree. Too late. Harry appeared next to her and gripped the woman's wand-hand. She gasped at the strength behind the hand and looked up to the young man whom she considered a son. He squeezed her forearm and she screamed loudly until she dropped her wand. Harry looked at her coldly before banishing her to her husband and the few Aurors who happened to have appeared during the fighting. The Aurors were on their knees and their wands at their sides.
"This looks like enough people for now." Harry commented to the group. Kingsley Shacklebot gave an unspoken order and several of his Aurors launched their attack. A silver snake emerged from Harry's body and looked at the summoner. Harry looked back and Arvalis's silver body turned black with silver markings. The Aurors' spells that flew towards Harry suddenly bent around him. The young wizard looked at the attackers with a subtle nod for their attempt. "It was a worthy effort." Arvalis hissed at the Aurors before becoming hundreds of snakes. The snakes were a dozen different sizes that slithered quickly towards their enemy. Few took to wrapping around limbs while others wrapped whole people in their coils.
"Harry!" Harry Potter looked at the group whom he had bound. Several witches and wizards from the Order of the Phoenix had joined moments after the Aurors had appeared to try and reason with their young one-time student. He recognized his caller and walked towards the bound woman. The snakes parted for him and four of the larger snakes slid up his body before becoming one black snake with violet eyes. The snake perched itself over Harry's shoulder and looked at the woman with unseeing eyes.
"If it isn't the Headmistress McGonagall herself." Harry's mouth barely moved. His voice was a breath of a whisper.
"Harry, please tell us why you are doing this?" The stern woman Harry Potter had known for years was not present in this woman. This woman was scared and clearly confused.
Harry was surprised by the question. He looked to the others and they shared the headmistress's distress and Harry understood. Albus had been true to his word. Only a few people still knew to this day of the curse and the freedom he had gained with it. Harry looked at the woman and began to laugh. The captors simply stared at him. It unnerved them and several felt all hope leave them. To the group he had truly gone insane. He turned back to the woman with shining eyes. "It is already too late to ask the old man, Albus. You are all mine now."
Minerva looked to the others who had already began to disappear quickly in brilliant flashes of light. She looked up to the student she had seen over for seven long years. "Where are you taking us?" Her voice was strong but Harry could see deep into her eyes and see her soul was frightened.
"Where you will be the most use..." Minerva held a sob before she disappeared. "To me."
Chapter 5 Anguished Thoughts
Alice walked through the fireplace and found herself standing on a hard wood floor in the dinning room of the Yellow's residence. "Owen!" Alice cast a cleaning spell to remove the soot from her dark knee length skirt and blue blouse. She looked around the dining room. No one seemed to have heard her. She then walked out of the dining room and through the house calling her best friend. She was not surprised to not find Owen's parents as they worked normal muggle hours. Owen was a morning person and would not be in bed. She walked by his bedroom on the ground floor but the door was open and he showed no sign of just waking. She walked out to the back yard and saw him with several other, obviously dressed, witches and wizards. Owen and Angela turned and ran to her as Alice asked, "What is everyone doing here?"
"We need to talk to you." Owen grabbed her arm, and shouted over his shoulder, "Bruce, get Pam we need figure this out." Alice squeaked in protest before she pulled away from Owens' familiar hand and walked next to him to the living room.
"What happened?"
"Have you seen Harry this morning?" Owen asked carefully.
Alice glared at them suddenly angry at her friend for trying to baby her. "I know what happened, I was there!" She snapped. Alice ran a hand through her hair and breathed to calm down. "I came here to find you." Owen was relieved now that the hard part of the conversation was over.
"Sorry for being um... abrupt with pulling you out of there. All of our class is here." Alice nodded. She recognized the class Harry had taught four years ago. Alice would have been delighted under different circumstances to see them all again. It had been years since she had seen many of them.
"It's alright. Sorry for snapping at you too, last night was rough." Owen placed a friendly arm around her and she leaned against his shoulder. Pam, Bruce and Angela walked in and sat across from the two. "It's good to see you are safe Alice." Alice looked up to the only people in Auror robes. Bruce spoke next. "We were the first ones to see Harry after you. I think we just arrived after you were banished." Alice pulled away from Owen again who gave a weak smile. He kept on hand on hers for comfort. Alice squeezed his hand.
"So the seal was broken then?"
"I suppose, although I never knew what that meant until now. Is Harry evil?"
Alice shook her head. "From what we understand, Voldemort's final curse was the embodiment of his anger thrust into dad. But I never saw him with the curse loose before." Pam and Bruce looked at each other. "What is it that you are not telling me."
"I am glad we can tell you first, we were going to tell the others when you walked outside." Pam swallowed and continued. "When we were fighting Harry, he stopped and for a second. I thought he was able to fight the curse..." Pam felt Bruce's arms around her. Bruce stayed silent and only watched Alice's reaction to a few hard facts she needed to learn about their situation. Alice listened quietly. The room suddenly felt too quiet. Pam sighed and said, "He wanted us to kill him Alice. Bruce thinks that is why we were taught summoning. In case something like this happened."
Alice felt her heart stop. She sat there stunned and the group all moved to be next to her. Each of them knew what it meant to her to be a part of a family and to have Harry as her father. She sat there silently and shook a little before she uttered out. "It can't be." Angela sat next to Alice and gave her a hug that the whole group joined.
Bruce stood a few feet back after giving Alice a hug. He had not said a word. Alice looked at him and he said to her. "Alice, you should know that I respected Harry's wish." The others released Alice and Pam looked sadly between Bruce and Alice.
Alice looked at Bruce. She understood his need to follow rules. He had been adamant about them for as long as she had known him. But she also understood that he was not malicious. Alice could feel the tension in Pam's stance and placed a hand on the older woman's shoulder. "You both did. I can understand that." Alice slowly recovered after a few moments. "It's still a lot to take in." She told her self quietly. Alice closed her eyes and when she opened them again, the hesitation and fear she felt was gone. Only a conviction to find her father, and get him back to the man he was, lay behind. "Do you still think we have to kill him, Bruce?"
Her own voice did not hold any emotion. Even the way she said it sounded as if she had not felt the impact of those words. Bruce looked at her and shook his head. "I do not think it is the only way. And I won't say anything about Harry's death wish to the others. I tried to find as many classmates as I could find. They need to know what Harry's intention was. And I think we will all need to make a choice to help or to walk away. I can't ask everyone to help and I don't think Harry himself believed we would all answer to this kind of call. But..." Bruce looked outside to the group of young adults who were happily talking and catching up with each other. Each one was unaware of the peril they would face with a single choice. "I told each of them that Harry really did have a reason as to why we are summoners. And if you follow me to find out, it will change your life." Bruce turned back to Alice. "Not a single one hesitated. They all dropped what they were doing and came." Bruce looked at the group outside still silently moved by the trust and faith Harry had instilled in them all.
Alice nodded and smiled to herself. Her father was that kind of man. He could turn the most distrustful criminal into the most loyal informant in moments of talking to them. The Harry Alice knew was the man who cared about everyone. A complete indiscriminate compassion.
Alice led the way to the group outside the house. Alice nudged Bruce forward. "You are the one who got them here, you talk."
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The Minister of Magic blinked her eyes again. She had stayed up most of the night following traces the Aurors found to the attacks on Harry Potter, the Vanguard family and on Mathew Andrews. Although the Aurors found information faster than any investigation that the Aurors had reported, the Minster demanded they work harder and faster. She pushed herself as hard. The few grumbling Aurors who would arrive to report their findings would see an exhausted woman pushing herself just as hard going over their findings alone in her office.
Hermione set down the parchment that had the tracking of several people through Diagon Alley two days ago, and rubbed her strained eyes. The woman needed a break from the history that was slowly being shown to her through second hand accounts of several wizards and began to write a letter.
The letter was to the only person the Minister would trust with such information she had been collecting. Hermione knew she needed to work fast. The head of Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Jaclyn Ferriesworth, never did like losing control of her department. Hermione knew she would have another five hours before Jaclyn finds that the whole usurpation of her authority traces back to Hermione.
Hermione was not looking forward to the confrontation. Jaclyn was always fair, but refused to allow others impede on her authority. Hermione heard the thud come from the corner of the room and looked up to see Tonks come in through the floo. Tonks was panting hard and Hermione set down the letter she was composing. "What is it?"
"Dumbledore!" Hermione stood and Tonks grabbed another handful of floo powder. Tonks threw the floo into the fire. "Hogwarts!" Hermione ran into the fire first. When the flames died Tonks threw powder for herself.
Tonks walked out of the fire place to the infirmary at Hogwarts. Madam Pomfrey moved back and forth over the unconscious form of Albus Dumbledore. "What happened?" Asked Hermione who joined in helping the retired healer.
"I went to Dumbledore Cottage and found the doors wide open and Albus unconscious on the second floor. I brought him here since I don't know who had attacked him. Never mind how anyone could have bested him." Hermione nodded to Tonks who ran back to the fire and floo'ed away.
"I'll be here to help with him, have you spoken to Susan yet?"
"No. For some reason I was not able to get her." Hermione felt the pit of her stomach clench.
"I'll help until he is stable then I must find out what happened to Susan." Poppy nodded and continued to mix potions in front of her unconscious patient.
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Several flashes of Harry Potter at a lake and later at a town had forced the boy to remain in bed until he was strong enough to move on his own. After every fit, he had become increasingly weak and would shake violently. The healers said it was simply the magic of a diviner going through his magic. There was little they could do to ease him. The boy stirred in his sleep for some time and did not know the battle between the prisoner and her warden over her visitation rights.
"If I am to help the young man I should be able to see him." Cyan said persistently.
"I don't care. You are a prisoner and I am your warden. We have been lax about your incarceration. I should think you would be grateful for the freedom we have allotted you and the time we have entertained your behavior despite the fact that you are a criminal and technically do not have any rights." The warden said coldly.
"Archensen, I am grateful. That doesn't deter my need to speak with the boy. He had chosen me for a teacher." The man harrumphed. "I know I am asking a lot, but the nature of his abilities need guidance. We both know that he is flashing through memories, predictions and possible futures." The old man looked at the slender woman with a lowered guard. "He needs an anchor. I think I can do that."
"With no magic?" He asked skeptically.
"Yes, with no magic, Granza. I am a squib now regardless of my past. This is my punishment. This prison I live in... It is at the leisure of the government. I make no delusions of my situation. I am merely asking to aid the boy."
Granza sighed defeat. In truth, Minister Granger allowed the request the day before. He trusted his Minister, but old habits forced him to remain intolerant of this development. Granza knew that Cyan had no magical skill and was truthfully in debt to the Minister.
"Very well you may have your time with the boy. One guard will be posted with you at all times outside of your cell to visit him while he is bed ridden. When he is well you will not leave this cell." The warden turned around abruptly and his robes snapped. The doors to Cyans' cell opened and he left the woman to continue contemplation of her situation and her willingness to accept a role she had never played before.
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Bruce waved for everyone to gather close. Bruce was surprised how old they were. He was in his last year when he was taught by Harry Potter, and many of the students were either sixth or seventh year students as well, the older of the group were in their early twenties and looked it. the youngest of the group were Owen and Alice, and even they looked older than the seventeen and sixteen years they claimed. "I gathered you all here to talk about a grievous situation and the choice you will all need to make."
Many students who held smiles let them fade and the eldest looked around taking in the information Bruce was giving them. "As we know our Professor, Harry Potter was under the influence of a curse laid by Voldemort." Several of the men stirred at this. They said nothing but Bruce saw their hesitation and did not realize that one or two may know where this was heading. "That curse finally broke free yesterday evening."
Several students stood and started bombarding him with questions of their voluntary aid. Bruce smiled at the group. No one was willing to abandon their Professor. I wonder how long that will hold. "The seal broke in the middle of a fight. We are assuming it was an assassination attempt on Harry Potter's life but we are not sure of the details." The group looked to Alice who only nodded. "Alice was indeed with Harry when it happened, but was quickly banished by her father when he realized it was beginning." Several of the women gasped. "It was Pamela and I who first met him after his seal broke. We were forced to defend ourselves and during the fight it looked like for a moment Harry might be able to break through the curse..." Bruce fell silent for a moment and Pam squeezed his shoulder for support. "Harry was able to fight but not enough to take control again. He asked me and Pam to kill him." The group was stunned into silence. A few of the women sniffed and Alice sniffed with them.
"It was just me and Pam, and Harry telling us to do it..." The group gave him time to recover. Bruce regained his voice and said. "So I did. I ordered Pam to follow me and we attacked Harry with the intention of killing him." Bruce saw a few of his friends scowl at him and others look at him with sympathy. "We failed to kill him. But Harry left with the impression that we were taught summoning magic just for this reason, to stop Professor Potter if his curse broke free."
Bruce could hear Angela fall into her chair. She looked at her knees and did not dare let anyone see her face. Bruce saw the same happen several members of the group. It was only one year of teaching but Harry and his teachings effected all of them deeply. It wasn't just skill and understanding of magic that Harry taught them. It was an understanding of themselves and each other. This class had dispersed the next year but they all felt a close kinship to each other and to their professor who showed them this world.
"So this is were we all need to make a decision." Alice stepped forward. "Alice thinks that we can capture him and help him. Truthfully, trying to follow through with Professor Potters orders was hard. I would rather not do it again." His voice cracked at the end. He took another breath. "If you think you can't help, I understand. And I think Harry would too. This is asking a lot."
The former classmates looked at each other. They all nodded at each other. One of the older members of the group stood. "I think we are all in Bruce."
Bruce smiled at Amber. She was the least likely to come along on an undertaking like this. If she agreed, he had hope they could pull it off. "This is what we are going to do..." The group pulled close to him and listened.
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"The fact of the matter Minister Granger, is that you have a powerful wizard running around your country abducting people!"
The performance at this hall started four hours ago.
"We can not allow such blatant disregard for public safety to go unrecognized."
From the moment the British Minister of Magic walked into the hall she had been constantly attacked with her motivations laced with half truths to make her the vilest thing that has walked the earth.
Another member of the Wizengamot stood and said, "We are simply asking for you to allow aid to enter your country. We know that you will need it in the coming investigation."
Hermione stood before the Wizengamot not as a leader but as a person on trial. She had been summoned shortly after the first attack on a private home. And several attacks followed from the summons to the hearing the next day. Cho confirmed for her that it was Harry's signature. Somehow it was leaked out of the Ministry that Harry had gone rouge. "The fact of the matter is that someone had attacked Harry Potter and the Vanguard family home in attempted assassination of two of the most prominent wizards in the world. Harry Potter disclosed certain information to the Wizengamot four years ago. Surely you all remember what that was."
Several of the members stirred at this. Hermione looked to the audience that was gathered to witness this spectacle. Far too many people were eager to see Minister Granger accountable for something. While the Wizengammot could not remove a Minister from his or her office, they could apply their own pressure against the people and force them to remove her from office. This was the kind of hearing someone wanted. And far too many people were happy about it.
"If you all remember, then I need not say anymore. Whoever forced Harry Potter's hand to make this happen will truly regretting it when I find out who that is. As for this Wizengamot, and this circus of a hearing," The audience of support of the Wizengamot fell silent. "If you truly wanted Wizarding Britain to have no representation at this council you merely needed to say so. We have survived without your help before, Britain will not fall regardless of who is trying to make her. Remember that Wizengamot." Hermione took the pin on her shoulder and placed it down on the table. She then turned and walked out of the hall. Several guards moved to stop her. Her own Aurors cancelled their disillusion charms and pointed their wands at the guards. The guards uneasily moved aside.
The Minister walked out to the sound of roaring outrage. The crowd gave calls between disbelief of her walking out, to calls to arresting her on crimes against the wizarding world. On top of a rampart a blond man stood next to his employer watching the scene as it unfolded. While it was not the way the blonde had expected it, it was more or less the same out come he had told his employer. Draco smirked. "I won't say I told you so."
The employer smiled but said nothing in return.
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Hermione walked to the portkey site growing increasingly angry. One of the Aurors moved aside so that Hermione's assistant could speak with her. Hermione looked at her frightened face and immediately let the anger evaporate. "Dawn, I need to draft a memo immediately. I want to apologize to Britain for this turn of events, and they need to know why it had happened." Dawn nodded and the portkey gripped the two women. When they landed back inside Hermione's office, the two set down to start composing a letter. Hermione turned to the Aurors. "Thank you for volunteering to escort me. I would not think the Wizengamot would go this far."
One Auror growled out, "How dare they! They were not here to help us with Voldemort both times he was massacring our people. They ignored us when we asked for aid and are saying you are the dangerous one?"
Hermione had to smile, it was comforting to see someone understand her feelings on the matter before she had to explain it. "Thank you Auror Dimpsman. You are both dismissed. I'll call for volunteers in a few hours to escort me to Hogwarts."
Both Aurors immediately said, "We will be out side waiting Minister. Think nothing of our volunteering. All Aurors are proud to support you." The two Aurors bowed and left the room closing the doors behind them.
Dawn finally said when the doors were closed. "I think they will not be the only ones who will support you Minister, your people love you."
Hermione smiled weakly. "I am just trying to do what is right. That is its own reward. Please, Dawn, lets start this letter. The daily Prophet press will most likely have a heart attack if I send this after they start press."
Dawn smiled and nodded.
Hermione closed her eyes and leaned back into her chair. She took a deep breath and said, "Today, I made a rash decision. However I have no regrets..."
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Mathew thrashed around in his bed. He felt a comforting hand on his chest and it pressed him down on to his bed. He calmed and his breathing normalized. He stirred again and slowly opened his eyes. His head rolled to one side and saw that it was morning again. "We were wondering if you would be able to wake up or not." Mathew raised his head a little and immediately regretted it. He let out a groan. He saw Cyan next to his bed and felt relieved it was her and not some Auror seeing him like this.
Mathew kept his eyes closed and asked. "How long have I been out?"
"Three days."
"I would ask how it is going with the hunt for Harry Potter, but I think I am more informed than anyone else is at the moment." Cyan helped him sit up and propped several large pillows behind him.
"Eat, it will help." Cyan placed a tray of hot porridge and a tart in front of him.
Mathew slowly sipped the porridge and said. "There are too many things happening, it's hard to keep it all strait." He took several more spoonful's before setting it down. "Firebird, light bringers, knife followers, cloaked soldiers and the fallen prince." He said them all quietly to himself. "There are new groups coming into this now. I still don't know who are the firebird, or knife followers. Cloaked solders, I think are Aurors, and the fallen prince is Harry."
"What did you see Mathew?" Mathew was silent for a few moments and took another spoon full of porridge absently. "Think of just one instance and build from there. One perspective, not all of them."
Mathew nodded. He ignored thinking of Harry for the moment and concentrated on the Firebird group. He felt his inner eye looking at several old witches and wizards beaten and what looked like prison cells. "That isn't here." He said aloud. He willed his eye move deeper. There were well over thirty people in several cells. They all looked tired and worn. Mathew opened his eyes and felt himself come back to his bed. "There were a number of people in cells." He moved his hand to his head. It still ached but no longer throbbed as it did when he first woke up.
"Those people? What group did you see?"
"The Firebird group."
Cyan sighed slightly relieved. "Hermione would be happy to hear that."
Mathew looked at her. "Those were the people who are being abducted aren't they? It's not just random people. They were all members of this group."
"The Order of the Phoenix has been around since the first war against Voldemort. They were led by Albus Dumbledore."
"Professor Dumbledore!" Mathew tried to get up but was push back to his sitting position on his bed.
"He is fine. You saw that too?" Mathew nodded. "Well lets start this again. You are not going to last like this. You're getting worked up over events you cannot control. Even if you tell others, you have to learn to remain passive. Interfering can create dire consequences you do not want to have." Cyan said the last with a lowered head.
"You had something like that happen to you?"
Cyan nodded. "That's a story for another time. I reacted foolishly, and a young man I knew died because of it. This fight with Harry Potter, it is not your fight, you are an observer to the world. We both are." The two of them sat in silence for the remainder of Mathew's breakfast.
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The pounding that shook the room left Susan tired and scared, not for herself but for Harry. The room seemed to be a great hall where Harry stood hundreds of yards away. Harry scowled at Susan and Albus. "I will break free."
Albus ignored the raving man. He has his wand and made circles while pushing past the shield and a spell dissipated at Harry's touch. Albus walked around the circle that trapped Harry. "Harry regain control." Harry's face changed back and forth as if his metamorphmagus skills were being used. Susan looked away as his face was so distorted he could not return it back to what it was.
The mouth on Harry's forehead spoke "He is gone old man. I am all that is left. I will be all that is left when I get out." The room shook again from Harry firing a spell into the cylinder cage. The mouth moved around his face when he said, "This world will be cleansed of every being who has wronged the earth. The perversion of man and beast left her weak. I can even feel it here."
Susan woke from the nightmare. She has had several sleepless nights and it was already wearing on her. The condition of Albus Dumbledore was her first priority. He was in critical situation shortly after she had arrived in Poppy's care. The magic force that held his body together had begun to fall and his body was too weak to compensate from the sudden shift. Three days she did nothing but watch over the ancient sleeping wizard. and for three days she tried not to think of what was going on in the outside world. She had told her friends and the Raiders that they should not make any movement until Albus was well and she would be able to tell them about Mathew's prophecy. They told her they would try and show as much patience as possible.
Her mind wandered back to the dream. It was different from what she remembered watching Albus test Harry's curse. But it seemed harder to think what Harry could do now that the curse was free. The distorted anger Harry showed during that testing was scary. It seemed to be targeted at himself, at his loved ones and then complete strangers with no real motive or reason. Albus said that it was because Harry was exhausted. He had suffered through eight control episodes during that first test. It was the worst she had seen him. Each time he lost control the more it seemed that Harry was going mad. She was only relieved when it was safe to hold him again and she almost blocked those memories out of her mind. Susan decided not to think too much on her dream. It was just a dream.
Susan sighed and set the book down and began to pace again. She had heard nothing but reports of her husbands whereabouts. Finally, she sat back down still feeling restless. She looked at the book she was reading and grimaced at the title. Sleeping mysteries of magic.
Susan Potter sat next to Albus Dumbledore and had been reading a book on Magical exhaustion before she fell asleep. She was one of the most knowledgeable people on the subject, but this form of exhaustion was never recorded. So she was forced to entertain less than accepted views on the subject to help her see different ideas that could lend themselves to her patient's situation.
There was a rustle and Susan looked up to see Albus slowly moving his arm from under the covers. "How are you feeling Albus?"
"Weak, and old." Susan looked at him surprised by his voice. It sounded tired, but some how defeated.
"What is it Albus."
Albus closed his eyes and laid there. Susan thought he might have fallen back asleep before he said. "I don't think what is forcing Harry to act this way is truly a curse."
Susan's kind face faltered a moment. "What do you mean?"
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The Raiders arrived at a small fortress in a desert south of the gates of Hades. Severus and Tonks led the way as they were the only two members who had been here before. "Why would Harry come here again?"
Tonks shivered out. "I don't know, Severus." Harry, Bill and her all had bad memories of this place and the book that was guarded here.
"It doesn't matter, we just have to capture him." Cho looked around and saw the trace of Harry's magic like a ribbon of cloth. It floated down into the fortress of basalt. "Let's go." Cho lead the way and Severus and Tonks followed seconds before the rest took up the rear.
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Albus' voice was unsteady when he said. "I think I had a lingering doubt about it once when Harry spoke to us while we were testing the curse. I ignored it then, thinking that it was simple fatigue on Harry's part."
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The Raiders dashed into the fortress and moved room by room. Tonks and Severus had the feeling they would not find Harry until they reached the gate chamber, a large rune covered room that was used to create golems and slaves. Cho lead the way down several corridors and round traps Tonks and Severus knew to be there. Harry had disabled a few of them to allow him passage and it aided their search. The entered the Gate room and Harry stood there on the dais waiting for them.
Cho stepped forward. "Harry."
"Cho. It has been a long time. You are all early." Cho raised her fist and Harry saw the ribbon of his signature in her hand. "So you were the one who taught those two kids that trick. Well done. I was quite surprised."
Cho snarled out. "I know you can fight it Harry. Even if you are weak you can still fight, you have never given up on us and we are not going to give up on you!"
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"Susan, what if the curse Tom left on Harry was not a curse of a bane..."
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Harry looked at them and laughed. He raised his hand and the room was illuminated. All of the abducted Order members were encased in small cells of glass around the room. they all looked on helplessly at the Raiders. "You will not be here to 'rescue,'" He sneered the word. "me from myself. There is nothing there worth the effort."
The members of the Order suddenly cried out as their prisons began to glow. The energy lit the room and poured into Harry. He laughed, giddy from the sudden rush. Harry clasped his hands together and began an incantation. The energy from his prisoners flew around him.
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"What if the curse simply refocused, Harry's own anger?"
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Harry stood and absorbed the energy around him. The Raiders stood still not wanting to get caught up in the currents of magic that coursed around their former leader. The light around Harry began to pulsate and concentrated around his chest. Harry released his hands and spread them apart and looked towards the center of the ceiling. The preexisting runes began to glow. A sudden loud roar of an animal echoed in the room.
Harry looked at them and smiled when the energy finally faded. A black predatory cat appeared next to him. Cobalt blue eyes shined back at the Raiders. They were all stunned by this new apparition.
Tonks looked sadly at Harry and the animal at his side. She recognized Harry's fourth summon whom everyone thought was dead. "Rain..."
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A/N: I am sorry about the month delay in this chapter. I had a case of writers block, my computer decided to die, and my job had demanded more odd hours. I also think it was hard for me to balance the parts of this story and not have someone come away with, 'what just happened?'. Hopefully the wait was worth what I wrote.
Destany Mitchell: Thank you for the review. I am glad this story is coming as well as the first.