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-Chapter 2: Assault and Abduction-

-Flashback-

The order was all gathered around the breakfast table at number twelve, being summoned by Harry to reveal the final orders from Dumbledore before he died. When they arrived they found a small envelope on the table with the label, 'Final Orders.' "Should we open it?" questioned a hesitant Tonks

"It's Harry's handwritting that's for sure," added Fred

"Can barely read that chicken scratch," finished George with a knowing nod

Mad-eye Moody then ran several spells over the envelope. After being satisfied there was no curse or jinx on it, he causiously opened it. A puff of smoke came from it and spelled out the words, "Sorry." Before anyone could react a blinding flash of yellow erupted from the small candle on the table, freezing everyone in them in their chairs. Then the flame from the small candle came to life and took on the shape of Harry's face. Finally it spoke, "Hi everyone, sorry for doing this, but it had to be this way. I know you're all steaming mad right now, especially Alastor, I knew you would scan the envelope so I made it the catalyst and the candle was the trap. Kind of like a muggle explosive devise, cleaver right?" The head sighed and continued, "First off this is a recording, something Dumbledore taught me. By the time you see this and are able to move, it'll all be over one way or the other. I wanted to thank you all for everything you've done for me, Mr. and Ms. Weasley for treating me like one of your own and loving me like a mum and dad. Remus, the closest thing I've had to a father. Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, and George, for being the big brothers I never had..." he paused and let out a chuckle, "...and didn't always want. Professor McGonagall for being the stern hand when I was out of control and the caring touch when I was lost. Hagrid, for saving me from the Dursleys and always being there. Ginny, for giving me comfort when I felt the darkness creeping in. Ron, for being the best mate a bloke could ever ask for, the best keeper quidditch has ever seen, and the best damn chess player in the world. Finally Hermione, the brains of the outfit, always keeping me one step ahead of the reaper and always keeping me on the right path even when I tried to stray. Thank you, All of you. Dumbledore told me that to defeat Voldemort I needed to use the power of love, and even though you're not going to be there physically you will be there in my heart. If love is what will beat that damned monster, then I will win, because I have it in spades." He drew in a shakey breath, "I love you all, more than you'll ever know, that's why I could never ask you to do this. I know you're thinking that I'm being a selfish prat, but after all this time I think I'm allowed to be a little selfish. Now to the hard part. If I somehow fail, I want all of you to get out of the country, run and never look back. If I succeed, but don't make it back do NOT be sad, I don't want that." A hand then appeared next to the head and gave a wave, "Bye guys."

True to his word, four hours later everyone began to gain control of their bodies as Dean Thomas burst into the house, "He's done it!" shouted the boy, "Harry's killed Voldemort!"

Remus was the first around the table, "Dean, where is Harry now?" his voice laced with concern as he gripped the boy's shoulders

Dean looked at the ground and clenched his fists, "He...Nevelle, Luna, Pansy, and Draco too."

"NO!" shouted Hermione as tears began to roll down her face, "YOU'RE LYING!"

-End Flashback-

Hermione shook her head as her feet; along with Ginny, Fluer, and Molly's; hit the ground with soft thud. The portkey depositing them behind the church, "I still don't know why we couldn't apparate," grumbled Ginny.

"You know why, there are anti-apparation wards placed a kilometer out," responded Hermoine, "it'll stop any unwanted visito..." she trailed off as she noticed a black BMW pull up at the entrance to the graveyard, and a man dressed in black step out of the driver's side. 'Just muggles,' she thought and released the grip on her wand

"Hermione!" shouted her mother from the front of the church, "quickly love, we have to get you ready!" She dashed forward and grabbed her daughters arm, "This is so exciting!"

"Yes, quite," replied the brown eyed girl with a smile, 'It's time to move on!'

Fluer shook her head, "She iz attempting to be 'appy, no?"

Ginny nodded, "Finally," then she noticed a man in a black coat and black sunglasses approaching her, "muggle incoming," she whispered to her mother and Fluer. She cocked her eyebrow at his attire, 'Lay off the black, man'

Lucas approached the group of the three women, "Excuse me, Miss?"

"Yes, can I help you?" replied Ginny with a smile, 'His accent, he's American.'

"Well if you can't tell I'm not really from around here," he keep his expression jovial and his stance slack, offering no sign of hostility. He knew everything there was to know about the Weasleys, and next to Hermione Grainger, Ginny Weasley was the best Auror in the ministry. "I came to visit my mother's grave and then I was heading into London, but I don't know which route to take. Any suggestions?" Lucas' emtion training came into play when she didn't respond, he was being analyzed as a possible threat. 'She's good,' he commented as he went over his approach and words, 'very good.'

'Black outfit, I wonder,' she too kept up her smile, "Right, turn around and stay on this road. After a bit you'll come to a two way, go left and stay on that road. Takes you straight to London."

"Thanks," replied Lucas, "I didn't want to be wandering around the country-side for the next few days." With a grateful smile he turned and began to walk towards his car, 'Now I know why we were picked,' he thought, 'this is going to be rough.' When he was a comfortable distance away he scratched the back of his head and activated his ear piece, "They're on guard, pulling them individually would be best."

Harry stood in front of a random grave and made the sign of the cross, "I agree, meet on the balcony when the ceremony starts." He was quite proud of his friends. They were never weak, but if Lucas was hesitant to take them head on, then they had gotten even better.

"ee iz quite andsome," commented Fluer offhandedly as she watched her step-sister eye the man curiously

Ginny was watching the retreating form of Lucas, but for a different reason than was percieved by Fluer, 'It can't be, there's always two, that's the only consistancy.' She shook her head, "No, I'm just being nervous," she whispered.

"What's that deary?" questioned Molly

The youngest Weasley turned and offered a big smile, "Nothing at all mum, let's go, I bet Hermione's mum is driving her crazy." As they passed the church entrance they were greeted by Remus and a very pregnant Tonks, "Remus, Tonks!" exclaimed Ginny as she hugged them both. "We might have a situation," she whispered as she released them

Remus gave a lopsided smile and a wink, "Well we'll be down here if anything should come up that requires our assistance."

"Anything," reiterated Tonks

"You lot are being silly," interjected Molly with a dismissive hand, "who would be stupid enough to try something today, there's going to be an army of Aurors here." With that said she began dragging her daughter and daughter in law up the stairs the to the bride's changing room. When they opened the door they were greeted by a sobbing Ms. Grainger. Before Molly could question her on the cause she caught sight of Hermione, "Oh, Hermione dear," she gasped. She covered her mouth as the tears began to well up.

Hermione stood in front of the full length mirrior in her elegant, white, victorian style wedding dress. Silent tears running down her face, "can you see me, Harry?" she whispered. As she turned to her friends and mother, the two ringlets that framed her face exagerated her movement dramatically. She offered them a watery smile, "I...look-"

Fluer smiled at her, "You look beautiful 'ermione."

Ginny snickered, "Ron's gonna pass out." She stepped up beside her friend, turned her back to the mirror, and observed them both. Her flaming red hair matched surprisingly well with her bridesmaids dress which, of course, was red and trimmed in gold. At first Hermione was hesitant to go with the colors of Gryffindor but, in the end, caved. "Let's knock'em dead," she then turned to her soon to be sister-in-law, "Got your wand?" she questioned. Hermione responded by lifting her dress and revealing it was stuck in her garder, "Oh good place," she commented then pulled down the already low cut collar of her dress, revealing her cleavage and the handle of her wand. "I bet ole mad eye would shit a brick if he saw that," she stated with a grin

"I doubt he'd be focused on the wand if you showed him Ginny," replied Hermione as she gingerly dabbed the tears from her face. "did you see that guy, in the black car earlier?" she questioned

The redhead nodded, "Came and asked for directions to London, he seemed straight enough, American too," she looked at the two sobbing mothers, "and it was just him, didn't see anyone else. Doesn't mean someone wasn't hiding far off, but I doubt it. Plus with all the Aurors swarming about I doubt they would try anything, nobody is that good."

"Besides," added Hermione, "I've checked the guest list numerous times, no one here is on the suspected Dark Arts list."

"Goodness!" exclaimed Molly, accented by a waving of her hands, "can't you two stop working for one blasted minute?"

Hermione bowed her head, "Sorry Ms. Weasley."

"Sorry Mum," added Ginny, she then looked out the window and saw that the black car was gone, "See I was right, car's already gone."

The bride-to-be nodded then turned to the two mothers, "Mum, Ms. Weasley...can I speak to Ginny alone?" both women gave her a sceptical look, "It's not about work I swear." After both women hesitantly agreed and vacated the room she turned to Ginny, "I need to tell you something."

"Oh bugger, you're going to run aren't you?" she groaned, "so I guess you need me to cover, I guess I could say you fell out the window or something."

Hermione burst into laughter, "No that's not it," she then turned and faced the mirrior and drew in a deep breath, "I'm letting go Ginny." She then exhaled as if trying to expel Harry from her body completely, "I have to, and Ron takes such good care of me, it wouldn't be fair to hold on to a dead memory while pledging my life to him."

"Hermione," whispered Ginny, "So you're finally back, congradulations love."

"Thanks," she replied as fresh tears built up in her eyes, "I think it's time to leave the legend of Harry Potter to the history books and newspapers."


Several hours later and the ceremony was about to begin. True to the word of Molly Weasley, an army of Aurors were patrolling the grounds. "That's a lot of wizards," commented Lucas from the graveyard, "you guys don't really do anything in modest amounts, do you?" He leaned back against a tree and began counting the minutes between patrols.

"Eh," replied Harry, a good ways off, "You better do something about that accent of yours, Ginny will recognize you in an instant."

Lucas cleared his throat, "Right, how's this mate?" he replied in his best Australian accent

Harry groaned, "God that was terrible, but it'll do." He then watched as two guards crossed paths and started his watch, stopping it when they came into sight of each other, "No good, they're crossing paths too quickly, no chance of sneaking in." He scanned the area, "The sides of the church have one guard only, for approximately three minutes. You take the west and I'll take the east."

"Roger," retorted Lucas with a nod, "This is insane though. Whoever did this had way too much time on their hands, or is just a stickler for details."

"Has to be Hermione," stated Harry with a small smile, "she's probably thought of everything. Getting in this place will probably be the hardest thing we've ever done. On top of that we're going to be trying to subdue a strong wizarding family, and THE best two Aurors in the ministry."

"Oh stop," replied Lucas as he began to make his way towards a pacing guard on the side of the church, "you're getting me all worked up." After a quick scan and finding no onlookers he went to work, "Hi," he stated with a wave.

The Auror immediately drew his wand, "I'm sorry but you're going to have to-"

The wizard was cut off as the red eyed man gripped his jacket and slammed his knee into his gut, causing him to drop his wand, "I'm sorry too," replied Lucas as he finished the assault with a quick knife-hand to the back of the Auror's neck. "Quickly," he stated into his mic, "I'll meet you on the balcony." He then slammed his hands together and pressed them to the stone wall. The ancient rock responded as a crackle of energy coursed through it, shifting from a solid wall to a small archway. With a last glance around he sprinted through, 'Too easy.'

Meanwhile, Harry had begun his approach as well, only his target was on the opposite side of the church. Flicking his left wrist caused his wand to shoot out into his hand, "Oi, you," he called. The Auror turned and recieved a stunner to the chest, "Something isn't right," he mumbled while pulling the unconcious man into the bushes. With a flick of his wand a small door appeared on the wall, 'this was too easy.' As he stepped inside, all thoughts of simplicity were sent out the door, "Shit, Hermione." He quickly ducked into a closet as an Auror dressed in a tacky set of blue dress robes passed. He pulled on his mask and got comfortable, "You there, Digonas?"

"What?" replied Lucas, "I'm a little busy trying to avoid the small batallion in the halls." His progress was immediately halted as he was jerked inside a closet. Training had his blade at whomever's neck it was, a muttered spell caused the small area to light up. "Damnit Harry," he hissed, "do you have to do that?"

Harry ignored him and pointed up, "Quit whining and see if you can get us to the next level."

After precariously perching himself atop a ladder, Lucas slammed his hands together then pressed them to the ceiling. It shifted only a small amount then formed back into it's original shape, "What the hell?" He repeated the process with the same results, "You've got to be kidding me." Glaring at the roof, he reached into his coat and pulled out a piece of chalk, "Two can play that." He then began to draw a circle on the ceiling, roughly three feet in diameter, with a very intricate design in the middle.

"Will that work?" questioned Harry as he watched his partner draw the alchemist's circle

Lucas shrugged, "If not, there's going to be one hell of an explosion. Either way we'll get to the next floor." Once again he clapped his hands and then pressed his palms to the stone ceiling. To both his and Harry's relief, the floor opened into a three foot hole, allowing both to climb through.


Outside the church a wizard by the name of Myron approached his patrol area, when he noticed the Auror he was supposed to relieve was nowhere in sight. "That bloody git!" he exclaimed, "He's shirked off early!" After running over to his assigned area he noticed something shiney in the bushes, "the hell?" Reaching down he pushed the shrubbery to the side, revealing the man he was to replace. "Shit!" He shouted and went into a sprint to the front gate where Mad-Eye Moody was standing guard, "Sir!"

"What is it?" growled the scarred Auror

"Comier sir!" Gasped Myron, "he's unconcious in the bushes!"

Moody's eye swiveled to the opposite side of the church from where the younger wizard had just came, "blast! Michaels as well!" He turned to see Myron staring at him expectantly, "Well don't just stand there lad, get to searching!"

"Sir!" replied the blonde haired man with a salute. He then headed inside the church


A wizard glared into the deep green eyes of Harry, "Don't look at me like that, we're not here to hurt anyone." Unfortunately any retort he could have spouted was muffled by the silencing charm, just like any movement was halted by the binding spell.

"You could put a bit of effort into what you do," stated Lucas with a frown as he wrapped mono-wire around his captives hands and feet. Then he stuffed one of the wizards socks into his mouth, "just go around waving that wand and everything's done for you."

Harry smirked, "Don't get mad because you can't do it mate," he then cast a glance down at Lucas' prisoner, "What was that stuff anyway?"

"Chlorophorm," replied the American with a grin and producing a bottle, "a little goes a long way." They both crouched low to the floor and glanced out over the balcony railing, "nice setup."

Green eyes scanned the area, there was Ron standing at the alter glancing around impatiently. He was taller than Harry remembered, and training as the starting keeper for the Chudley Cannons had caused him to be a fairly imposing figure. As he assesed the crowd for potential problems he caught sight of Remus. A few more grey hairs adorned his head, but a wide smile on his face, 'That suits him.' Next to him was a purple haired woman with a very large stomach, 'Good to see they haven't been bored either,' he thought with a smug smile. He narrowed his eyes as several wizards in different areas of the large room began to exchange nods, 'I don't believe it.'

"You see it too?" questioned Lucas, his tone one of pure frustration, "Why can't we ever get a break? I just want one mission that's a simple in and out."

Harry smiled, "What's the fun in that?" The crowd quieted down as the procession began to play. First came Bill and Ginny, 'The past five years have been good to her,' he commented to himself as his former girlfriend walked down the isle with her elder brother. Next was Charlie and Fluer, then Fred and George, escorting two women he didn't recognize. Finally Molly and Ms. Grainger walked in together. After a slight pause, the pianist began to play 'Here comes the bride.'


Hermione drew in a deep breath as she linked arms with her father, "Ready dad?"

"My little girl isn't going to be relying on me anymore, I don't think I'll ever be ready," replied Mr. Grainger with a tearful smile, "but I'm glad she's finally happy. You were so sad for so long."

"I.." she paused and looked down the isle at Ron's smiling face, "I'm ready to be happy, no more tears." The two began to make their way down the isle as the music continued to play. Her eyes were glancing at the crowd, offering a smile at each person she made eye contact with.

Suddenly a man garbed in a black robe reached under his seat and pulled a wand that was taped there. He lept into the isle behind Hermione and Mr. Grainger, as to give the Auror no time to react. Time came to a standstill for everyone gathered, "FOR THE DARK LORD!" he shouted, "DIE MUDBLOOD!" Raising his wand he began chanting, "Aveda-!" His spell name turned into a howl of pain as his wand and arm hit the ground

Harry had seen him and began reacting in an instant, "That's not the objective!" hissed Lucas as he watched his partner place a hand on the balcony and leap over it. He had intended to use the chaos of the assassination to grab the Weasleys, apparently that wasn't Harry's plan, 'It's already become a problem.'

As the, now man-who-lived ascended from the balcony, he summoned his rapier in a flash and had severed the dark wizards arm. He landed in a crouch as two more stood and readied their wands, he raised his head and locked eyes with Hermione, "Initiate primary objective." Flicking his left hand produced his wand, without a word a green light shot forth and hit one of the assassins in the chest. She was dead before she hit the ground.

"Damnit Harry," hissed Lucas as he perched himself on the railing and drew his combat knife. In one fluid motion he launched the onyx weapon, which in turn buried into the remaining wizard's head. "Understood, primary objective initiated," he replied flatly and lept off the balcony, landing next to his partner.

Hermione's gaze was fixated on the masked person in front of her, 'Those eyes,' she thought. A woman's scream echoed through the church, breaking her trance. "GINNY!" she shouted and jerked her dress to retrieve her wand. Her progress was halted when she felt cold metal against her neck.

"Don't," came the soft voice of the green eyed man, "this situation doesn't call for a fight, don't change that." He quickly pointed his wand at Ginny who had her wand out, "You either." He met Lucas' glare full on as he passed, 'I messed up.'

Lucas stepped up to the body of the man he down, placing his foot on his head he pulled his weapon from the dark wizard's skull. "You have one opportunity!" he barked out, his attempt at an accent forgotten, "if you aren't a Weasley leave, that means Aurors too!"

"We won't be leaving lad!" Came the growling voice of Moody. His Aurors flanking him, along with McGonagall, Hagrid, and several of Harry's old teachers. "I don't know why you're here or why you're after the Weasleys, but they're too important to hand over to two assassins." He cast a glance around the crowd, "Everyone else, leave!" The non-combative wizards did as they were told.

Lucas threw another glare at Harry, "Nice, very nice."

"We're not here to harm them," stated Harry, "we're here to protect them."

"R'gh fine job'o protectin'em, yer doin now!" boomed Hagrid his large hands balling into fists, "if Harry were here you'd be beggin' fer mercy!"

"Harry?" questioned Lucas with a grin under his mask, "Harry Potter?" He cluched his stomach and held onto a chair as he doubled over in laughter. "From what I've read, he always had a saving people thing, that's what finally did him in," he threw a searing gaze to his partner

Harry took it in stride, it was his fault they were in this position, 'but this is Hermione, I couldn't just let her die.'

"Don't you dare speak bad of Harry!" shouted Ron, like always he had forgotten his wand and was now charging Lucas. He recieved a hard kick to gut for his efforts, fingers wrapped in his hair and jerked his head back as cold steel was pressed to his neck. "Bastard," he hissed as he looked into the burning eyes of his captor

Ginny watched the situation unfold, her brother had the man by at least seven inches and fifty pounds, and he had just been dropped without a hint of magic. "You should surrender," she stated calmly in an attempt to difuse the situation her brother found himself in,"you're in a situation you can't control and you have no plan. Look around, there are Aurors from here to the next town, you couldn't escape if you wanted to." She thenlooked at Lucas and smirked, "Two Americans in one day, this far out? I think not." As she was talking she began slipping her back up wand from her sleeve, "You're the graveyard man, with the black car." As she felt the hilt slide into her opposite palm she smirked, "Expeliarmus!" a blast of light hit the red-eyed man in the chest, sending his weapon skidding along the ground, and his body airborn. Securing her brother's safety, "get up here before you get yourself killed you idiot!" she hissed.

Lucas landed on his feet and skidded to a stop, "You don't seem to comprehend the situation, just by using the spell you did, tells me that." Standing up straight he began to brush himself off, "Why didn't you kill me?"

Hermione turned a hard glare on the masked man that had just recovered, "Because we're better than that," she then turned to her green eyed captor, "and we're better than you. You're just assassins."

Lucas laced his fingers together and cracked his knuckles, "We get the job done, and we don't give anyone the chance to lie their way out of punishment. Besides, death is a lot better than that hell hole you put them in."

"That's enough," interupted Harry, raising his voice for the first time, "we're not here to discuss morality." He turned to Lucas and glared, "We don't have time to fool around."

Alastor brandished his wand and pointed it at Harry, "I said you won't be going anywhere, boy!"

"You're in a hostage situation," stated Harry with a slight hint of irritation in his voice, "according to the Auror's manual, the situation is deemed unmanagable. Protocol requires you to retreat and restrategize" He glanced at Moody, "I believe you yourself wrote that book Alastor."

"Drop your damned weapons!" shouted Ginny as she brandished her wand at Harry. Ron, Bill, Fred, George, and the remaining Weasleys following suit, "Your partner has no weapon and can't stop all of us!"

Lucas crouched low to the ground and slammed his hands together, then pressed them to the floor, "Really now."

A howl was heard from somewhere, not too far away, "We've waited too long, Exuro," commented Harry as he lowered his wand and sword. "The primary objective has changed."

Lucas gave a nod, "I'll cover you." He stepped infront of Ginny, her wand now digging into his back, "please stay behind me, our little party is over." He placed his thumb and forefinger together and applied pressure until they slid past each other, causing a snapping Noise. Immediately after that a flame erupted from his hand.

"Ms. Grainger please take your father and move to the alter," stated Harry as he dropped into a sword fighting stance, brandishing his wand like a main gouche, "Exuro will protect you."

A crash was heard and a werewolf skidded to a stop in front of Harry and Hermione, cutting off the path to the alter. "I don't trust you," stated the brown haired woman, "so once this is over, we're going to capture you two and then all of your friends." She then pulled out her wand and pointed it at the dark creatures coming through the windows.

George bowed with a florish, "After you Fred."

"Why thank you George," replied Fred with the same bow

"We're taking you both in," stated Ginny as she stepped next to Lucas and pointed her wand at a group consisting of a vampire and several ghouls, "so don't get any ideas we're on the same side."

Lucas only shrugged, and flicked his wrist causing the flames on his hand to flare. He turned his eyes on her, "Exuro," he stated with a nod, "nice to meet you Ginerva Weasley." She made no move to respond to the masked man, "try not to die, I still owe you for that spell."


End Chapter 2

Read and Review - So the real bad guys are here and a truce has been called temporarily. Who is commanding this army of dark creatures, and how will Lucas and Harry secure the Weasleys. Finally, how many more problems will Harry's feelings cause for the mission.

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