Chapter 4: Hogwarts Express

Attack At Diagon Alley

If you weren't there, then you are one of the lucky ones. Yesterday, Diagon Alley was attacked by an onslaught of many Death Eaters. It was an attack out of nowhere. Many children and their parents where out school shopping when the attack had begun, but luckily there were some aurors their as well. We do not know what brought the attack on, but what we do know is that Harry Potter was at the Alley shopping for his school supplies, and no doubt that it was an attack on him. There were only a few casualties, and luckily Mr. Potter was not one of them. He was able to escape along with his family and friends. However, more than a few death eaters have been captured or killed in the attack, leaving this attack the be their first unsuccessful attack of the upcoming war, Cont. Page 4.

Sirius placed down the Daily Prophet with a heavy sigh. "They are getting more and more courageous with their attacks," he said, "This was an attack in broad daylight, during a popular day for Hogwarts shopping." He looked up and around the table at each of the Order members that were in attendance of this meeting. Most of them were here, a few were unavailable, with Dumbledore be most prominent.

"This couldn't have been some random attack either," Mad Eye Moody blurted out. "No doubt it was an attack on Potter!"

"I don't think Harry was the primary target of this attack," Remus Lupin said.

"Then who was?" Bill Weasley curiously asked. "I mean, was there a primary target?"

"Not just one target but a few," Sirius answered with a solemn look towards his wife.

"Do you know who the targets were?" Mr. Weasley inquired, turning to Sandra. A few looked her way as well.

Sandra sighed heavily. "I believe my brother and nephew were the death eaters who were leading this attack," she began to explain. "I was one of the targets, as well as Sirius, and my son. Rina was going to be kidnapped if we were going to be killed. I had my suspicions, and it was Severus who confirmed my suspicions. Cyrus has been giving the task of eliminating me, my son, and my unborn child, because of our lineage."

"Your lineage?" Fleur repeated. "What does that mean?"

"Please be very wary of what I am about to reveal to you," Sandra began to say, "And I don't know if anyone has told you this, My son or Dumbledore or others, but My family are direct descendants of Salazar Slytherin, on my mother's side." There were a few murmurs around the table. "But it is believed that my children have awoken a parseltongue trait inside of them. We don't know why all of a sudden or how. Along with Josh, Rina, and probably my unborn child, are able to speak and understand Parseltongue."

"What does that mean?" Hagrid asked.

"They are the heirs of Slytherin," Minerva answered. "Similar to the Dark Lord himself. And it's obvious that he would like to be the sole heir himself."

"Which is why there was attack on Sandra and her family," Mr. Weasley said. Sirius and Sandra nodded in agreement.

"But luckily my son was able to fend off his cousin and uncle long enough for me and others to show up," Sirius told the Order. "He saved his mother and friends and couldn't be more proud of him."

"Ow!" Josh hissed in pain. "That's tender!" He told Hermione who was at the moment, administering ointment to Josh's stab wound on his right shoulder, which was still healing as well as the wound on his head and hand. The slice on his right arm was healed easily, but there was still a scar.

"I'm sorry, Joshua," Hermione apologized. "But whatever Cyrus hit you with was very dark magic. It's going to take a little longer to heal." Hermione had luckily come out of the attack unscathed, as well as, Harry. As for Ron, he suffered from a large cut on his leg. He and Josh were the only ones to escape with injuries. Ron's cut was also going to take a few days more to heal, and was using a crutch to walk around. Hermione, Ron, Josh, Draco, Harry, and Rina were shut inside Josh's and Harry's room, as there was an Order of the Phoenix Meeting. They were not allowed, as the mothers thought they were too young to attend the meetings. Hermione was tending to Josh's wounds, every now and then Harry would glance their way. He and Ron were playing chess. Draco and Rina were reading books.

Rina slammed her book in annoyance. "What are they talking about?" she asked.

"Most likely about the attack yesterday," Draco answered, still looking into his book.

"But what about it?" Rina continued to ask. "Was that attack special or something?"

"Does she not know?" Hermione whispered in Josh's ear. Josh shook his head. He hadn't told Rina that her father had died in yesterday's attack, and that he was the one who caused it.

"It was just a random attack," Ron spoke up, smirking at the chess move he had move against Harry. "Nothing special, just you-know-who saying that he's still here and that he's not going anywhere. That meeting isn't worth listening in on, trust me. It's just a boring Order meeting about security is all." Josh looked over at Ron, both nodding towards one another. Everyone but Rina knew about her father, and who that attack was for. Josh didn't know when he was going to tell her. He hadn't even told his mother. Sirius knew, but he didn't know how to tell his wife that her brother died, and that he was killed by her own son. How is someone supposed to bring that up in conversation.

"Was Cyrus and Silas apprehended?" Mrs. Zabini asked. Sirius clenched his jaw.

"No, they were able to escape," Dora Tonks answered. Sirius un-clenched his jaw in relief. He hadn't told anyone that Silas was killed in the attack and by Josh's hand. Luckily Cyrus took the body away. "We believe they were the high ranking death eaters in this attack. These others we have arrested were all low-ranking."

"Capturing any death eater is better than none," Mad-eye Moody commented. Other nodded in agreement.

"Since we know Harry is a primary target, so is your family, Sirius," Remus said as the others nodded. "Your family is going to need proper protection."

"I believe I have this covered," Sirius replied. "Rina and the boys will be at Hogwarts. We all know the Ministry has added more security to the school. And we will put my wife's house under the Fidelius with our son as the secret keeper. And as I will be busy at work because of the ongoing war, we are going to need someone to keep my wife company, especially now that she's pregnant. Any volunteers?" A few people raised their hands, consisting of Mrs. Weasley, Mrs. Zabini, and Emmeline Vance.

"I can keep her company!" Mrs. Weasley said.

"Oh, I don't want to be a bother," Sandra spoke up.

"Nonsense," Mrs. Weasley said. "With all my children out of the house, I could use with some company as well."

"Me as well," Mrs. Zabini agreed.

"I have done some Healer work," Emmeline spoke up. "I can really help out when the baby comes."

"Sounds good," Sirius contented. "You can all take turns keeping my pregnant wife company. Now, is there anything else we need to discuss?" Severus Snape raised his hand. "Yes, Severus?"

"A student has been recruited into the Death Eaters," Severus told the Order. They were many gasps and whispers. "I don't know who it is, but it's been kept very secret. Only the Dark Lord knows who it is, an possibly this student's parents. This student has been tasked with killing Dumbledore." There were most gasps.

"Do we know what house this student is in?" Minerva asked.

"Slytherin, obviously," Hagrid blurted.

"Actually, that is one thing I do know," Severus replied, "Is that this particular student is not in Slytherin. Not all Death Eaters come from Slytherin, Rubeus."

"They could've fooled me," Hagrid mumbled, crossing his arms.

"Then that narrows it down a bit," Sirius muttered, hand on his chin. "We're going to need someone on the inside the keep an eye on the students."

"I'll do it," Dora suggested, "I'll ask to be on Hogwarts detail and that way I can search for the student out in the open." Sirius nodded.

"Good," Sirius said, and then wrote down on a piece of parchment. "I guess that's it for today's meeting then." There were murmurs and conversations beginning now that the meeting was over. A few people got up and left the place. Sirius quickly got up walking over to a familiar man. "Er..excuse me...Gordian Knott, is it?" The older man stopped, turning to Sirius and nodded. "You helped my son and his cousins, and I really want to thank you for that."

"No thanks necessary," Gordian replied. "The children are out future. We have to protect them at all costs."

Sirius nodded in agreement. "Yes, I was just wondering," he began. "What do you know about my son's secret adventure."

"Well, next week is off to Hogwarts," Ron said, putting away his chess set. "Wonder what will be in store for us this year."

"We do have a new professor, obviously," Hermione commented, bandaging Josh up. "Hopefully this year, we'll properly learn Defense Against the Dark Arts." Harry looked up, wanting to say something, but then thought against it. Josh, however, wasn't paying attention to anything. He had something else on his mind. His uncle was no more and it was his fault. He killed his uncle, though it was in self-defense. But what the problem was, Josh wasn't feeling any remorse or any guilt. It made him feel that something was wrong with him, as if all those visions he had in the past were coming to fruition.

"No!" Josh blurted out. Everyone turned to him in surprise. Josh looked up to see everyone staring at him.

"I was just saying if this new professor was going to be a fun one," Ron exclaimed,

"Sorry," Josh apologized, "I was just thinking about something else..." Everyone glanced at one another, but then continued with their own conversations. Harry lingering his stare at Josh a little longer. A moment later, the door opened.

"The meeting's over," Nymphadora Tonks greeted. "Your mothers say that lunch dinner will be ready soon."

"Dora!" Rina exclaimed, running over to hug the older woman. Tonks hugged back, the two leaving the room in conversation.

"I didn't know they were close," Hermione said to Josh who shrugged.

"Yeah, I asked Dora if she could come talk to Rina when she came to live with us," He told Hermione, "I figured she could use a big sister type. And they got along great."

"And you didn't ask me?" Hermione asked, feigning hurt.

Josh smiled. "You and Rina are intelligent woman, and were most likely going to be butting heads on many subjects," he informed. "Tonks is more her speed. She was able to get through to Rina, get her to open up. And you'll be surprised that she prefers Draco's company more than mine."

"Back when my son infiltrated into the Ministry, he gave me this Ring," Sirius told Gordian. "He said it was Slytherin's Ring, but that he didn't want it anymore, even though it belonged to him. So, I did what anyone would do. I gave it to Dumbledore. I actually went to check on the Ring last week only to see that it was cracked, the stone and the ring were no longer attached. Dumbledore told me it was affected with dark magic, but it's not anymore. But the more I asked about it, the more he refused to talk about it. Not to mention his hand was looking pretty gnarly."

"So what is it you are asking?" Gordian asked.

"Where did you find my son?" Sirius asked.

"Behind ole Tom Riddle's place," Gordian answered. "In a shack, that he pretty much destroyed. Kid's pretty strong. But we first met at my pub. He and his friends were asking a curious questions about the Gaunts."

"The Gaunts?" Sirius repeated.

"Aye, the Gaunts were some of the last members of Slytherin," Gordian answered. "But they are no more, I believe. Family fell apart after a while. No one knows what happened after that." Sirius nodded.

"This Ring my son had found," he said, "What do you know about it?"

Gordian shrugged, "Not much," he answered. "Why do you ask?"

"Back in the Ministry battle," Sirius began, "He was acting different. Real different, but when I took the ring off of him. He was normal and said that he didn't want the ring anymore. Are there magical items that can change one's personality?"

"I don't think so," Gordian replied, "However, there are dark magical items that can influence a person. Influence their dark desires - "

Sirius quickly shook his head, "No, my son doesn't have any dark desires," he quickly rebutted. "But what kind of dark magic is that?"

"Very dark magic," Gordian answered.

"What can you tell me about it?" Sirius curiously asked.

"Unfortunately, I can not reveal anything to you about that kind of dark magic," Gordian replied, "As it is too dark, and I took a magical oath. So I am unable to speak about it." Sirius nodded in understanding and bid Gordian Knott goodbye, deciding to head to his family's library when he got the chance.

A week had gone by. There was another attack from death eaters in London, which was the Millenium bridge being knocked down. Many muggles had been killed in the attack. Muggle police chopped it down too a bridge malfunctioning and collapsing, making it a freak accident. But with the dark mark overhead, wizards and witched knew better. The evening before leaving to Hogwarts, Sirius brought all his children into the sitting room to talk.

Rina, Harry, Josh, Ron, and Draco all sat in the sitting room as Sirius was in the center of the room with his arms around his back. "Alright, kids," he began. "I would like to explain to you all about the security detail we will have tomorrow morning for our journey to the Hogwarts Express." Harry and Josh sighed in annoyance. "We are going to be using Ministry cars, and there will be Aurors waiting at the station for us."

"Will Dora be there?" Rina curiously asked.

"I don't think so," Sirius answered. "She has been assigned somewhere else. You'll see her pretty soon, I suspect." Rina smiled at his answer. "I want trunks ready tonight, so we'll be ready to leave as soon as possible. I don't want a last minute scramble." His eyes lingering on Ron who was avoiding his eye contact. "Alright, that is all. Enjoy your last night of freedom!" The kids stood up, leaving in different directions.

The next morning was a smooth departure to King's Cross station. The ministry cars were waiting out on the street when everyone had exited Josh's home. "Bye kids," Sandra waved from the door. "Please write to me, Josh, I need to know how you're doing!" Josh nodded with the roll of his eyes, but waved back. He'll write back, next month.

"You'll let us know when the baby comes?" Rina said to Sandra who nodded.

"Of course I will," she replied.

Once they had arrived at King's Cross station, two grim-faced bearded Aurors in dark-muggle suits were standing at the Barrier, obviously waiting for them. "Quickly, through the barriers," Sirius ordered, waving them to the barrier. "Harry first, then Josh, and then the rest of you." One of the Aurors dragged Harry by the arm through the barrier. Josh was dragged, to his annoyance, next through the barrier, and everyone else followed after them.

And then, they were on the busy platform of nine and three quarters, but it was not as full as it was last year. As some of the parents had pulled their children out of school because of the upcoming war. Sirius bid everyone goodby and watched his children board the train.

"Shall we get a compartment?" Draco suggested, lifting his trunk onto the train. "Put our stuff away and then head to the Prefect's meeting?" And so they did so, meeting Tracey and Daphne along they way, putting up their stuff. Josh, Draco and Daphne left Tracey by herself and left for the prefect's meeting.

Once they entered the compartment, Josh's wasn't surprised to see that Hermione was already there. He smiled at her, when he sat next to her. Hermione smiled back. Draco and Daphne sat together, across from them. Josh looked around seeing familiar faces and new fifth year prefects. He looked towards the front to see Cho Chang as Head Girl and to his annoyance, Cormac Mcglaggen as Head Boy.

"How'd he get to be head boy?" Josh whispered to his friends.

"Probably had his father help him," Draco whispered, who was also in annoyance that Cormac was head boy.

"He does get good grades," Hermione informed. "And some of the teachers like him."

"He's manipulative," Daphne whispered. "He only pretends to be some good boy, but we all know that's not trure - "

"Alright, attention prefects," Cormac called out. Everyone quited down, turning their attention to the Head prefects. "Welcome to another great year at Hogwarts. There's going to be a few changes to this year's security. First off, new wards had been put up by the Ministry. There will be Aurors guarding entrances, exits, and secret passageways. Others will be patroling corridors through the entire day and night. We will still be doing our patrols as well, so don't get lazy!" Cormac and Cho began to explain the normal and boring regulations of being a prefect, mostly for the new prefects who were coming in. And then it was over. "Right, let's see," Cormac said, standing and looking at a clipboard he had. He looked up, his eyes falling on Josh. "Granger and Black, you two will start the patrols, followed by Malfoy and Greengrass." He smirked. "That is all. Dismissed."

Josh sighed in annoyance, and left with Hermione to begin the patrols. There wasn't much to see in their patrol, except for a group of first year Slytherins playing with a fanged frisbee, to which Hermione confiscated. The duo passed Harry's compartment which was filled with Ron, Neville, Hannah Abbot and Cho.

Hermione sighed in annoyance. "What do you think of Cho?" she asked Josh.

Josh shrugged. "She's alright, I guess," he answered. "I don't know her a lot, so there's not much to judge her on." Which was a truthful answer. "Though I'd be careful with her taste in friends as one of them did sell us out to Umbridge." Hermione nodded, watching as Cho laughed at something Harry said.

"Well, I'll see you later," Hermione said. Josh bid his goodbye as she entered Harry's compartment. Josh left to find his compartment, but once he entered, Draco and Daphne had to leave to do their patrols.

"Sorry," Daphne said, giving an apologetic smile, kissing him on the cheek, and then leaving. Josh sighed, sitting across from Tracey. She was reading a book on advanced spells, intriguing Josh. The two began to talk about the book and trading advanced spells.

"I just really want to arm myself with the best spells," Tracey told Josh. "Those Death Eaters won't know what hit them! Back at the Battle, I was so pumped, and I wanted to take as many of them out as I possibly could. And I did, until the Aurors and the Order arrived, whisking me away." Josh quieted down at the mention of the Ministry Battle. Tracey noticed. "You know I don't blame you for Blaise's death, Josh."

"What?" Josh said, raising his head. "I didn't say - "

"I know you were thinking it," Tracey interrupted, "It's not your fault. It was our choose to be there. We knew the risks. And I don't think I did, but I want to thank you."

"For what?" Josh inquired.

"For avenging Blaise's death," Tracey said, her eyes brimming with tears. Josh stared into those eyes. They may have been covered in tears, but those brown eyes were full of raging fire. Josh nodded, hoping that the death of Blaise wasn't going to change Tracey into some kind of killer. Her head turned away when the compartment door opened. Josh turned to see a second-year boy entered looking nervous.

"Yes?" Josh said with an inquiring eyebrow.

"I'm supposed to deilver these to you and Tracey D-Davis," he faltered, his eyes lowered, raising his hand that was holding two small rolled up parchments. Josh accepted the two parchments, and the young boy quickly left. Perplexed, Josh handed over Tracey's parchment that was tied with violet ribbon. They untied and read them at the same time.

Joshua,
I would be delighted if you would come join me for a bite of lunch in compartment C. Professor H.E.F. Slughorn.

"Who the hell is Professor Slughorn?" Tracey asked.

"New teacher I suspect," Josh replied. "I suppose we should go check this guy out." Tracey nodded, and the two left their compartment. Minuter later, the duo entered Compartment C. Josh noticed they were the only invites to this little party.

"Come in, Come in," Professor Slughorn greeted, waving them in. Josh and Tracey entered, an sat down in a couple of empty seats across from Slughorn. Josh looked at the other guests. Harry was there, looking bored, sitting next to Slughorn. Neville was sitting next to him. And then next to him was Hermione who looked bewildered as to why she was there. On the other side of Slughorn was Cormac, look smug as ever, and next to him was Ravenclaw, Marcus Belby. And then next to him, staring right at Josh was Daphne, who then smiled at one another. And lastly, was Ron who was looking just as bewildered as Hermione.

"Welcome welcome to my little lunch," Slughorn said to everyone. "I believe everyone knows everyone." He gestured, waving a hand around. "If not, this is our chance to get to know one another!" Slughorn began to pass around some cold Pheasant. "Now, as I was saying to young Belby, that I had the pleasure of teaching his Uncle Damocles," he continued, passing around a bread basket. "Outstanding wizard, outstanding, and his Order of Merlin most well-deserved. Do you see much of your Uncle, Belby?"

"No, not much of him no," Belby answered with a mouthful of pheasant.

"Well, of course, I daresay he's busy," Slughorn said, looking questioningly at Belby. "I doubt he invented the Wolfsbane potion without considerable hard work! Now you, Cormac!" Josh rolled his eyes. "I happen to know that you see a lot of your Uncle Tiberius, because he has a rather splendid picture of the two of you hunting nogtails, I think, in Norfolk?"

"Oh, yeah, that was fun that was," Corac said smugly, "We went with Bertie Higgs and Rufus Scrimgeour - that was before he became Minister, obviously -"

"Ah, you know Bertie and Rufus too?" beamed Slughorn, offering around a small tray of pies. "Now, tell me..."

Josh was watching Slughorn speak with them, noticing his eyes beaming when others spoke of someone well-known or influential. Slughorn turned to Neville next, which was a bit awkward talking about his very well-known Auror parents and their tragedy. "And now!" Slughorn began, looking at the other teens in turn. "Infiltrating the Ministry, fighting off Death Eaters! All with the Chosen One leading you! And look at that, Slytherins and Gryffindors working together! Greengrass working with a Weasley! Muggleborns and Purebloods! Potter and Black back at it again for a second generation!" Josh and Harry shared a bored glance.

"Oh, and the rumors!" Slughorn said a bit too giddily. "The juicy rumors of the Chosen One, and of a Prophecy!" Cormac snorted. Belby nearly choked on his food, and Neville almost fell off of his chair. As for the rest of them, who already knew that the Prophecy was true, didn't move at all.

"It's fake," Josh spoke up, Slughorn's attention turning to Josh. "I was there, we all were there, you know that. There wasn't any prophecy. It's just the Prophet just making up more rubbish as usual. What we really found were lies and death." Tracey looked down Solemnly as did the others, thinking about who was lost back at the Ministry.

"Well, of course," Slughorn said, "Death Eaters can be very dangerous. Some of the most sycophants of the world, but tell me. What was it like traversing the Department of Mysteries?" Cormac and Belby curiously looked at the others, wanting to know the answer.

"It was confusing and weird?" Ron answered after finishing his meal. "I mean the rooms change all on their own; we had no idea where we were going, I mean, Harry knew - Ow!" Ron leaned over to rub his leg, looking over to Josh who was glaring down at him, giving him the tiniest shake of the head. Ron looked up to see the others looking at him questioningly. "Cramp." he said.

"Like he was saying," Josh continued, turning to Slughorn. "We didn't know where we were going. We went through doors to fin the place we thought my father to believe in, to save him. But he wasn't there, just a bunch of death eaters waiting to kill Harry. Nothing about a prophecy, just a way to get to Harry."

Slughorn nodded. "And you were all able to hold your own," he said in surprise. "I daresay, how were you all able to manage that?"

"With training," Harry answered simply. "We all trained together."

"Ah yes, the secret defense club," Cormac said. Slughorn looked a bit impressed about the secret defense club. "I remember. But something irks me. How did you know that Sirius Black was in trouble?" Slughorn nodded eagerly.

Tracey, who had her hand resting under her chin, began to answer, "Harry had a v - "

"A letter!" Daphne blurted out. Everyone turned to her, Harry and Josh in relief. "He was sent a letter by one of the Death Eaters, telling him that they had Sirius, where he was, and what they'd do if he didn't come round to the Ministry."

"Ah yes yes, make sense," Slughorn said with his hand on his chin. Cormac, however, did not look convinced, though he let it go. "Merlin's beard, is that the time?!" Josh glanced out the window to see that the sun was setting. "Well, you all best be off to change into your robes. I'd expect we'd be arriving pretty soon. McGlaggen, you must drop by and borrow that book about nogtails. As for the rest of you, don't be shy to visit when your passing by. Off you go!"

Everyone sat up and began to leave the compartment.

"Weird man, I'd say," Ron said when they were all in the corridor.

"I agree," Tracey chuckled. "Glad it's over. That last bit was a bit too awkward for my taste." Ron nodded in agreement. And the two groups of three went their separate ways to their own compartments.

Josh, Daphne, and Tracey entered the compartment where Draco was sitting alone, reading a book. He looked up when the trio entered. "What took you so long?" he asked, moving his legs so Tracey could sit down.

"Slughorn kept us," Josh answered, taking a seat, "Wanted the story of what happened back at the Ministry."

"What did you tell him?" Draco asked.

"Enough so he wouldn't keep asking about it," Daphne answered, sitting close to Josh who put an arm around her. "And I think what he really wanted was to get connected to well-known people. For his own personal gains, i'd expect."

"Who else was there?" Draco asked, "I mean, besides anyone who wasn't at the Ministry."

"Marcus Belby," Tracey answered. "And - "

"McGlaggen," Josh said in disgust with venom in his voice. He looked up to see his friends staring at him. "What?"

"What is it with you and McGlaggen?" Tracy asked. "You're in the same house, you two should buddies, I mean, aren't all of you?"

"Gryffindor isn't the most perfect house," Josh replied with a sigh. "Besides, he's annoying and idiotic - "

Cormac strode through the train corridor and soon entered his compartment to find three seventh years from each of the other houses. "Inigo. Bartemis. Elladora," he greeted as he entered the compartment, and then sat next to Bartemis.

Inigo Elphick was from Slytherin house; a six and a half foot blonde with brown eyes. He was an oucast from his own house because his father was a muggle, meaning he was weak just like his father. The other Slytherins bullied him throughout his Hogwarts years. He was full of pent up anger. One of the reasons he was chosen. Bartemis Filch, a short, dark haired Ravenclaw, who was bullied and made fun of because of his last name, Filch. Which happened t be the same name to one Argus Filch, the caretaker/squib of Hogwarts. Bartemis hated his own, even resenting his own family because of it. He too was filled with anger. Finally, Elladora Evans, a blonde and blue eyed Hufflepuff, one of the most attractive women in the school. Rumors were spread about her being a harlot, who would do anything to have a man between her legs. Rumors were false but no one would believe her truth, thanks to a group of girls who pretended to be her friends. Because of this, no one wanted to be her friend and all the boys who approached her only wanted one thing. She too was full of anger.

"Thank you all for meeting me," Cormac said, "I have a job for all three of you, I mean, if you're interested."

"You said this was to be worth while," Inigo spoke up. "What is it that you think you can get us to do what you want?"

"How about a little revenge?" Cormac suggested. The three seventh years looked at one another, a little interested. "Against all those who wrong you."

"And what, you're going to curse the people we hate?" Bartemis asked.

Cormac chuckled and shook his head. "No, you are," he replied. "I'm just going to supply the neccessary tools for you to carry out your own revenge, but in return. You do a little something for me."

"And what is that?" Elladora asked.

"Well, I have been given my own task of revenge," Cormac began to answer. "And all I'm asking is for some help, is all. Help me with this small task and I'll return the favor." Cormac reached into his robes and pulled out a small bag full of coins and tossing it into Inigo's hands. "I am also willing to pay you handsomely. Now, Elladora, you're family owns a winery, do they not?" He asked with the biggest smile.