Embracing His True Self

Chapter 34

"Where's the big bad wolf?" Harry questioned as he stared at the table that only housed Voldemort and Barty Crouch Junior. They were already eating breakfast, Harry grinned sardonically wondering what people would think if they saw the three of them eating breakfast together, or Voldemort eating breakfast full stop. It wasn't something people would think about, Voldemort eating or anything like that, he was just a scary monster out to kill them - or so they liked to think.

"Right now he's busy, on an important mission," Voldemort stated in his usual imperious tone, "He will be back after the full moon," hopefully with good news for him.

"That's right, you had the werewolves on your side last time," Harry said giving a nod, as he claimed his seat and began to fill up his plate. Placing the book and the black quill to the side for the moment.

"One of the many," Voldemort added, eyes gleaming with smug satisfaction. Unfortunately, when he had died they had gone back into hiding, back to their old ways of life. They were now reluctant to trust their future with him, due to what had happened in the past. It was why he had decided to have Harry present during the meeting with the vampires, knowing they knew how to be discrete, he was sure Fenrir would use every advantage as well.

Not that it had helped him in the end, Harry thought, he'd set in motion his own bloody downfall, all those safe guards he had…useless in the face of the fact he hadn't told them what they were or what they could do at least if he didn't want his Horcruxes known. His own paranoia had truly been his undoing, believing a prophecy, paranoid enough to hunt down a baby, too paranoid to inform his followers of what they had.

People would probably judge him to hell and back for the simple fact he was siding with his parent's killer. Truth was, how could you miss something you can't remember? It was simple, you couldn't. Nobody had noticed his lack of…questions regarding his parents, sure they'd told him scraps of information and expecting him to be grateful like a bloody dog. When he had asked it was merely out of curiosity to see their reaction, and because it was expected of him.

"My Lord?" Barty asked, and for the first time, Harry saw just how perplexed and puzzled he seemed, he hadn't noticed before because it wasn't something odd that the others were quiet and respectful in Voldemort's company. They certainly didn't want to raise his ire and get cursed for their troubles.

Voldemort made a motion with his hand, giving him the go ahead gesture, his good mood was still present, things were finally looking up again this time he was in the right mind to relish it. He wasn't under any circumstances going to let himself become insane again.

"Is it true…that Harry's related to the Lestranges?" Barty asked, swallowing thickly, glancing at Harry apologetically. It wasn't that he didn't believe him, or doubt his word…he just wanted someone else to say that it was so.

Harry narrowed his eyes, keeping them that way regardless of Barty's apology; he did not like his word being doubted. He began to eat, watching him, knowing that Voldemort would tell him the exact same thing. He was looking forward to another over the top reaction from the wizard again…with a little luck.

"It is," Voldemort stated curtly, annoyed that his breakfast had been interrupted for such an inane question - one he already knew the answer to. "To the Black and Malfoy family as well,"

"Do the Lestrange's know?" Barty asked his eyes wide, "I mean…Bellatrix wanted to kill her own sister for marrying a Mud…er…Muggle-born wizard." he feared what the unpredictable witch would do given half the chance with Harry. He had gotten along with the Lestranges, the guys more so than Bellatrix. Bellatrix was slightly…insane, she'd received the worst of all the Black genes.

Voldemort paused in eating, glancing at Barty, his eyes filled with consideration, Bellatrix had always been one of his most loyal followers, albeit one of the hardest to control. She was ardently loyal to him, to the extreme, one of the few witches he had in his service. He was able to rely on her to get things done each and every time, always sending the Lestrange brothers with her in a bid to ensure her wild side was tamed so she didn't go overboard. So when he had heard of her incarceration and what she had done he hadn't truly been surprised. He had viewed the entire thing from Barty's mind, unsurprisingly it had been mostly Bellatrix's doing, that wasn't to say the other three hadn't participated; they had merely held the curse on as an incentive for them to talk. They had truly thought that the two Auror's had known something regarding his downfall. Bellatrix furious at the fact they did not, had done the unspeakable. Yes the Aurors had defied him numerous times, they were thorns in his side, but the way they had died…even he wouldn't go that far, and if he did, he would have killed them after he was finished. Each drop of magical blood spilled was a waste. So many of the lines had died out already without more being added to it.

Harry arched his eyebrow at the continued silence, from the memories he'd seen Bellatrix was insane, he honestly didn't see what use she had. That was before ending up in Azkaban, although for all he knew…they had been in Azkaban before their trial, Sirius had seemed utterly insane from his poster, so he probably shouldn't judge. He definitely wasn't going to take sides, he would understand why Neville hated her, and it was his right to, but he couldn't go down that path. He'd hate her if she gave him a reason to. Only time would tell on that particular front. He made a mental note to brush up on his duelling skills just in case he ended up confronted by the witch.

"Bloody purebloods," Harry grumbled, "You're trying so hard to cling onto your magic and lines that you don't even realize what you're doing."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Barty cried out indignantly.

"You don't see it do you?" Harry said shrewdly, pushing his unfinished breakfast aside, gazing at Barty, "I don't know how people could be so blind to it. Tell me, what is the common denominator between the Gaunts, Nott's, Black's, Parkinson's, Burke and Yaxley to name a few."

"They're all pureblood's so what?" Barty said blankly, not seeing where Harry was going with this, he wanted answers he felt slightly insulted and slighted by his words.

"Would you say any of them were even half way decent looking? Present company excluded of course," Harry said, managing to sound completely noncommittal and he was rather proud of himself. Especially considering the bloody dreams he was having, not that they scared him, but he definitely didn't relish anyone finding out and thinking he had a 'crush' on Voldemort, plus there was no way in this world Voldemort would be interested in him, probably wasn't even gay.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Barty asked, getting irritated and showing it.

"Do you know anything about genes?" Harry asked lazily, quite enjoying himself with how worked up Barty was getting over their conversation.

"No," Barty asked perplexed wondering what this 'genes' was and what it had to do with the others.

Harry nodded unsurprised, "Muggles came up with an understanding on the human body, or rather what was inside of it, in the twentieth century. We all have coded genes inside of us, DNA, it stands for Deoxyribonucleic acid, and it can let us know of anything we may get from our parents or grandparents, hereditary, like Parseltongue and Metamorphamagus. A common justification for prohibiting incest, which is what they do, marrying their cousins even half siblings, is avoiding inbreeding: a collection of genetic disorders suffered by the children of parents with a close genetic relationship. Those children are at greater risk for congenital disorders, death, and developmental and physical disability." Harry informed him, "Their looks are the first to go, then their mind, and then magic somewhere down the line because of their refusal to see what's in front of them."

"You seriously think squibs are a result of inbreeding?" Barty asked, his mouth hung open unattractively, his smart mind able to keep up with what Harry was saying, he just couldn't believe it.

"Yes, it wipes magic out but after a few years of continuous new blood magic comes back, that is where Muggle-born's come from. They don't steal magic, they aren't dirty blood, and the gene just brings it back. Two Muggles couldn't produce a magical offspring,"

"What about the Wizard or witch who gets with a Muggle who have one magical child and one squib?" Barty argued, not quite wiling to give up on it.

"Again DNA, but it's bound to be very rare that it happens, I've never met anyone who has a Muggle sibling when they're so called 'Muggle-born' themselves, for all we know they cheated and the kids aren't even the two magical or magic gene partners." Harry shrugged, "It's probably as rare as twins being born one with magic and the other without." he did raise an excellent point but it was no mystery. "It decides whether you have blue eyes, green eyes and yes, down to whether you'll have a magical core."

"Where did you learn all this stuff?" Barty asked blankly.

"Muggle school, science explains everything about it, although it's for high school students, people aged twelve to sixteen with the option of staying on until you're eighteen years old and gaining higher qualifications." Harry said, "I spent a lot of time in the library when I was actually able to attend school." it was the only place Dudley couldn't get him, although sometimes he couldn't make it there in time before they were chasing him and beating him up.

"You and I are taking a trip into the Muggle world, I want a book that will explain everything about DNA and genes," Barty stated, he wanted to know absolutely everything. He could probably pass off as a Muggle but he didn't relish the thought of being near them for an extended period of time…best let Harry deal with that task. Belatedly realizing that his Lord was sitting there his eyes widened, "That is if it's alright with you, My Lord?"

"Very well," Voldemort agreed, giving a loud, long-suffering sigh, the boy was going to turn everything on its head. Regretfully both Severus' tests and Harry's ancestry does make the proof quite exemplary, it was undeniable. Perhaps Harry was going about it the right way, getting others to spread the word for him, since he knew no doubt, that he wouldn't be believed, it was actually quite a Slytherin move to make he realized, not that he was surprised. Definitely not. He would definitely be doing his own research - especially just in case he was asked regarding anything to do with Barty's research, rumours of 'claims' as it were. No doubt the hardcore purebloods would be first. This was going to get complicated and messy very fast, at least they all had recovered from Azkaban mentally at any rate, at least well enough to digest the information that was about to be thrown there way.

"I know just the place, the Order won't be looking for me there," Harry said thoughtfully, it was where university students bought their books for their courses and areas of study.

"Refrain from using magic unless you absolutely have to," Voldemort ordered sharply. Apparation didn't count as using magic since you had to be in the area and immediately use a spell to track them or already have a tracking spell on you which nobody did.

"I won't," Harry replied wryly, he had no intention of letting Dumbledore or the Order kidnap him - and it would be kidnapping since he most emphatically did not wish to be in their presence. "I'll need to go to Gringotts though, I have no Muggle money."

"Then let's go!" Barty stated, standing up and eyeing the quill and book, "I'll even help you with that - unless it's hers?"

Voldemort gazed between them, curiosity well hidden but burning brightly within him.

"She got rid of them," Harry shook his head, "So I'm making some new ones…better that way, I can make them the way I want them." he added viciously.

Voldemort suppressed his amusement as he realized what Harry was up to, he'd need to keep an eye out, he definitely didn't want to miss any of the fun. It was quite arousing to see the 'famous good hearted light sided Harry Potter' being quite so vindictive even now after getting used to the real boy under the masks. Vindictive didn't quite cut just how ruthless he could be to anyone who wronged him, but he did still have stubborn morals but he hoped to one day find out how far those morals would push him. If only Dumbledore could see his precious saviour…the look on his face, he would cherish it for the rest of his days, and since he was immortal then that meant forever.

Summoning his cloak and Gringotts key, he put the key in his pocket and the cloak around his neck. He placed a quick glamour charm around himself, sort of wishing he'd competed that Metamorphmagus potion, it would be much cooler - he envied that ability, but considering he had Black blood he was positive he could make it work. He just needed time and to priorities his projects, but he'd never been good with that, to begin with. Either the muse was there or it wasn't, if it was he could create as many as three of four spells or potions in a single afternoon other times he could only half complete them and they just remained stuck where they were for years.

Giving a nod to Voldemort, Harry grabbed a hold of Barty as soon as he finished applying his own glamours and Apparated them to the marble steps of Gringotts.

After two quick transactions at Gringotts - the goblins had known exactly who they were without seeing the keys hardly any surprise - a brisk demand for fifty galleons to be converted into Muggle money and they were off. Apparating as soon as they exited the bank, not wanting to dawdle, no doubt Dumbledore thought he could potentially come here, or rather the Leaky Cauldron more likely, so he would have the Order out looking for him. He didn't wait around to see if he was right or not, he had no desire to be chased around by the Order, but it would definitely be amusing to say the least.

They appeared in a filthy side alley, like the Leaky Cauldron's entrance to Diagon Alley, but there were all sorts of things here. Some odd looking muggle contraption (trolley) with wheels on it. White rubber lying on the floor, needles with blood on them! It raised his hackles just seeing it. There was also a duvet scrunched up in the corner that was more black than white at this point. Grimacing in distaste, he quickly ran after Harry.

"Why did you take money out? Better yet, why did you convert it into Muggle money?" Barty questioned, as he continued to follow Harry out of the alley and into a blustering street, eyeing the Muggles as if they were poisonous and ready to bite him…infect him. There was so many of them, they were bumping into him and going on their way, desperate for some reason. Barty shuddered as he rubbed at the spot where the guy had bumped into him.

"He's not going to give you a disease," Harry chortled in amusement, "It's better to have it and not need it than not have it and want it." he had only converted half the galleons into Muggle money.

"Bloody hell what is there rush?" Barty grumbled, watching as the double Decker bus moved at a snail pace, how the hell do they get anywhere without magic? It must take hours to get to where they want to be.

"They're all rushing towards their jobs," Harry explained, it was that early that most people were just getting to work, "Come on, let's go," he added, grasping a hold of Barty so he didn't get lost in another crowd getting off the bus. The side street they went down was much quieter and less hectic, he spotted the sign for the shop and relaxed into a more casual walk.

Barty looked around, watching the Muggles while walking, if what Harry said was true, it really puzzled him that some of these Muggles could have the magic gene as he'd called it. Could be descendant from lines that were long gone and forgotten…it was bloody mind-boggling really. Could it be possible?

"In here," Harry stated louder than necessary to break Barty out of his thoughts, opening the door to the bookstore. These places relaxed him, he loved learning he truly did, but he liked creating even more. "You alright?" he asked, as he made his way straight for the science section red basket in hand.

"I'm fine," Barty said, brushing off his probing tone.

"If you say so," Harry replied giving him a knowing look, he'd been around enough pureblood's to know what he's probably thinking. Wondering if it was the truth, then thinking on it, then refusing to do so until he had all the answers in front of him. "So Bellatrix really tried to kill her sister?"

"Well…." Barty drawled, scratching his chin thoughtfully, "She spoke about doing it, but I don't think she actually tried. Rab and Rod are able to keep her straight; they might have talked her out of it."

"Rab and Rod…I guess that's Rabastan and Rodolphus Lestrange?" Harry questioned quietly, as he removed books from the shelves and put them in the basket. "What are they like?"

"Now or before their stint in…prison?" Barty asked his eyes wide with a number of books Harry was putting in the basket.

"Both," Harry shrugged, "But later," he commented, making his way to the till one never knew where wizards and witches ventured or where squibs are. It would just be the height of his bad luck if a squib did happen to overhear their conversation, no he wasn't risking it. It didn't matter that they wouldn't know who they were due to the glamours or the fact they weren't using names, it would make the Order start spreading out through Muggle London…which sounded like a good idea you never knew when he'd have to be back.

Barty didn't follow Harry to the till but remained standing beside the bookshelves, the store was not empty, but Harry telling him not to speak had made him feel paranoid, did he see someone suspicious? The Order? He was tense, waiting on something happening, his fingers itching to grab his wand. The Dark Lord would kill him if he let anything happen, he should never have let his guard down, to begin with.

"Alright, we can go now," Harry stated handing over one of the bags, which were quite heavy, he didn't want to use magic not yet anyway. "Is there anywhere else you want to visit or see while we are here?"

Barty just gave him a deadpanned look, he didn't even know where here was for Merlin's sake.

"Fair point," Harry chuckled not even needing Barty to say what was on his mind. "Let's go then,"

"Why exactly do you need all these books? They aren't all for me are they?" Barty asked, eyeing the books in contemplation.

"You know nothing about science, you'll need to learn about it all if you want to understand what I mean," Harry explains as they made their way back the way they came. "Not all of them are for you though," he wanted to see if he could start up some sort of science thing in the magical world, give them conclusive proof that staying 'pure' would bring ruin to the magical world.

"Let me know how much they were," Barty commented as they made their way into the alley again, this time having to move further into some sort of warehouse seen as someone was sitting there huddled into the duvet. "I have no need for this paper money," he said giving it a once over, why did they put old people on the front of their money? Shaking his head he stuffed it back into his pocket.

"Keep it," Harry snorted, "I'm not going to suddenly become poor because I bought you a few books," he had more money than he would be able to spend in a single lifetime. Once he knew they were truly alone, he Apparated them back to the manor, a wry grin appeared on his face when he felt Barty truly relaxing since they left.

A couple of flicks from Barty's wand had both of them back to their normal appearances as a simple 'Finite Incantatem' had the glamours removed. "You told me not to talk; I assumed you found someone eavesdropping?"

"No, not really," Harry explained as they wandered back into the manor, "You just never really know who is listening and what they know. I mean I went my whole life back at Privet Drive living near a fucking squib, as you know, so it's always best safe than sorry…especially when taking about those who are supposed to be in Azkaban or dead,"

"Good point," Barty conceded, "They guys used to be quite funny, pranksters at heart, but they're a bit serious now, but after what happened…I can't blame them, it's a long time to be imprisoned, especially in that hell, I wasn't there that long but it was enough for me." he was still fuzzy about what happened, he remembered his mother speaking to him in a soft heartbroken voice before the Imperius curse went on him and he changed into his mother and his mother into him.

"It will come back out in them, they've just got to get used to being free," Harry said seriously, "Then again Sirius had his Animagus form to ward off the Dementors from, I doubt they did."

"Maybe," Barty conceded, he missed their fun nature, but he didn't miss the pranks overly much…at least he convinced himself he didn't.

"Didn't my potion help them? It's supposed to make the nightmares go away, restore memories to order and help them get over the emotions they're not used to anymore…" while in Azkaban all you could feel was hopeless despair, it was like being in a state of constant depression in which you didn't want to move, couldn't summon up the hope or the willpower to escape…to hope for something more beyond the island.

"To a certain extent, it's easy to get rid of the symptoms but the underlying fear is still there, there's a lot to get over, mentally get over, if you get what I mean," Barty explained, "Even I'm still getting over it."

"You're situation is different, you experienced an out of body experience for years, your mind was awake and your body was just not in your control, sort of like how some people say a coma is like…its definitely its own brand of hell, getting back at your dad probably helped." Harry grinned savagely, "It certainly made me feel better getting back at the Dursley's and the squib."

"Man, you don't half have everyone fooled," Barty said in clear admiration.

"Oh, how's that?" Harry asked as they entered the dinning room, Harry quickly claiming his book and the quill, he sensed Voldemort's magic in it. He would need to speak to him and find out what he'd done to it before he continued.

"You have absolutely everyone fooled, you even had me completely fooled," Barty stated, "You were just what I was expecting, or I thought you were, sickening light and hung on to every word from the old fool." he'd been unable to believe this pathetic idiot had been the cause of his Lord's downfall and had to refrain from killing him. The only reason he had was that the Dark Lord had made his orders clear, and thus he'd bore it with great difficulty. He was glad he hadn't acted rashly, he had found a friend in the teen, and one he knew wouldn't end up betraying him just to get further up the ranks.

"Pretending to be Moody or not you were definitely a good teacher, especially when you transfigured Malfoy into a Ferret, you were a complete legend after that. Especially in Gryffindor common room."

Barty snorted, remembering the look on the kid's face, he predictable 'wait until my father hears about this' coming from his mouth. No doubt he'd been saying it since he entered Hogwarts, and unsurprisingly his father had done absolutely nothing. He was, for the most part, all talk, unless you really, really pissed him off then he'd get you back with a vengeance that you should have seen coming but didn't.

"Where are they all anyway?" Harry asked as they left the dining room. "The others I mean, I've not seen any of them."

"They can't get into this side of the manor," Barty explained, "At least not yet." he didn't question the Dark Lord's decision either.

"Ah," Harry nodded; he supposed he would need to make sure they were loyal and not liable to try anything before he let them near here where his guard was at least marginally down Harry supposed. "I'm going to look for Voldemort, he's put some sort of spell on this quill and I can't quite figure out the magic,"

Barty shook his head, "You really should stop calling him that,"

Harry barked out an amused laughter, "Trust me its better than the only other name I'll ever call him, now that, that would get me cursed to hell and back." Voldemort did not like his birth name. Putting the bag on the floor he shuffled through the books before giving Barty the books he would need. Barty put the other bag down and Harry rifled through that one as well, before nodding as he put the four books in Barty's hands, Barty just shook his head again at Harry. "There,"

"Thanks," Barty said sincerely, he was getting them back to his room post-haste, he did not want anyone to see him with Muggle books. "I'll see you later," with that Barty went in the opposite direction while Harry used the Horcrux in him to find Voldemort.

Remus & Sirius

"It looks like she's busy with an emergency, we don't know how long she'll be, let's head…" Remus said as he began to stand up, only to be halted by Sirius grasping his arm and pulling him back onto his seat. "Back home," he added petulantly, he really hated hospitals and healers; it had been conditioned into him from such a young age. Healers would find out his secret, could find out, and it was dangerous never go near them, even to this day he could hear his father cautioning him and his mother.

"Just calm down, I've gotten an Oath from her so she cannot reveal anything she learns," Sirius soothed the agitated werewolf, who looked like he'd rather flee even as sick as he was feeling after the full moon than wait on the woman finishing up with her previous patient. She was a healer, she had her Mastery and she worked from home.

Remus sighed resignedly, "When did you become the mature one?" he sighed yet again.

"I will not take any chances when it comes to you," Sirius said firmly, "You and Harry are all I have left and I wont lose either of you!" no matter what it took, Harry and Remus came first. "Plus I told you, that potion Harry gave me…it's made me see things more clearly for the first time since that night." he didn't need to elaborate on what he meant, the night their best friends in the entire world had died and the other betrayed them.

"Mr. Lupin?" she called opening the door, apparently there must be another exit or the other patient had just Apparated away.

Remus stood up, stiffening his spine refusing to show his reluctance, both of them entered her office/hospital room, and she gestured for them to be seated before she calmly began speaking.

"Mr. Black has explained a little bit to me, about your condition and the results of what he believes the potion has done to you," she started, "I would very much prefer to do a thorough diagnosis and not just the basic one. Of course, I will need your permission and your blood for the spell; you will be present during the entire procedure and the remaining blood taken with you." If Mr. Black was correct, then he would definitely need to do this spell as apposed to a basic diagnosis.

Remus cleared his throat, "Alright," he said giving his agreement; he knew Sirius wouldn't let him hear the end of it if he didn't.

"Good," the healer said, giving him a comforting smile as she racked through her drawer to find a vial, approaching the wizard, she watched him roll up his sleeve, before she used a small cutting spell to draw out the blood, letting it trickle into the vial before she healed the small wound and let him sit back.

Sirius and Remus watched her carefully, which wasn't easy to do as she was busy with parchment and spells with her back partially to them. They did observe that she was working with runes since they glowed blue on the parchment when the blood was placed on it. St. Mungo's didn't use blood work to find out the problems, they felt it was too dangerous and insulting to ask anyone to give up their blood. It made Sirius realize he had made the right choice; at least they would definitely know what was wrong. The parchment grew in length quite an alarming size actually by the time it was done. Some of the writing was red; the rest of it was black which was quite curious.

With a blank look on her face, the healer sat down the results in front of her, and the vial placed directly in front of Remus. "I am afraid that Mr. Black was quite correct to be concerned, the damage done to your internal organs is quite…immense, Mr. Lupin," she said, struggling to keep her face in her chosen professional setting. "They're barely working at 40% it's not something we often see in the magical world."

Remus swallowed thickly, the possibility was different when faced with reality, his heart was pounding erratically, and he was quite frankly terrified. He didn't want to die, not in agony as his internal organs shut down one by one.

"Is there any way to reverse the damage?" Sirius asked, his voice like him barely holding it together.

"There is only one potion that will help him, it requires Phoenix tears, and it immensely difficult to brew, more so than even the Wolfsbane potion it is said." the healer informed them sympathetically. "I wouldn't be able to get it for you, you will need to acquire a Potions Master to brew it, the probability of them requiring you to pay for the phoenix tears up front is high also." she immediately scribbled on a spare piece of parchment and handed it over to Sirius. "This is what it's called, and the book in which you'll find it, I have also put down three potions Masters who have the ability to brew such an extensive potion."

"Thank you," Sirius said swallowing thickly, accepting the results and the spare piece of parchment she handed him.

"Come in for a follow-up appointment when and if you get someone to brew it," she said softy, "I would like to make sure that you recover, which you will, we all know how potent Phoenix tears are."

"I'll do that," Sirius said, handing over the money for the visit. "Thank you for seeing him," he added standing up, helping Remus as well, he was as always a little weak after the full moon.

"Do you feel up to going for the trunk with me?" Sirius asked as they left through the door they'd come in.

"Yes," Remus answered, still a little shaken by what the healer had revealed.

"Alright, I'll Apparate us," Sirius stated, and with that, he and Remus were gone from the woman's house appearing directly in Diagon Alley. He noticed quite a few of the Order around the Alley presumably looking for Harry. They wouldn't find him there he thought with amusement, as he quickly got them into the shop, they didn't have long, no doubt one of them would alert Dumbledore to their presence here. Hopefully, they would be gone; he didn't want to deal with Dumbledore.

"I'd like to purchase a multi-compartment trunk, the best one you have, and I don't have long," Sirius stated quickly, making it clear if they didn't hurry up they would leave without making a purchase.

Next chapter will definitely have more Voldemort and Harry, some torture and definitely Dumbledore :) what will Dumbledore do to try and find Harry? Will he try to get the Ministry onside? Or will he be forced to use the Order to search for him letting other duties slide including the fact they're supposed to be trying to find out what voldemort is up to? Will he find the Prophecy gone? Who will be on duty when that happens? Who will see an unwelcoming side to Dumbledore that scares them? Arthur Weasley? Tonks? Shacklebolt? or the other Auror who's name is escaping me at the moment? :D R&R please