Author's Note- I added the bit about Harry repairing the golems last time because it's a little bit of lore/gameplay dissonance that was bugging me. Just makes more sense to me than Healing magic or potions working on an inorganic creature.

Anyway, time to deal with one of the worst French... I mean Orlesian... villains from Dragon Age. Hope you enjoy!


"What do you call this?" Wynne asked as Harry gathered them around a piece of rope the next day.

"A portkey." He laughed at her look of disbelief. "The item itself is not important for the enchantment involved, but rope does make it easier for all of us to grab on."

"Are you sure this will work?" Sirius asked. "I mean, this is a different world and all that."

"Which is why I already tested it out last night while the rest of you were sleeping," Harry answered. "It works better underground than apparition does, and this will work for all of us rather than multiple apparition trips."

"If you say so," Leliana frowned as she gingerly picked up the rope, looking worried that it would do something just at her touch.

"Are we going back to Redcliffe then?" Wynne asked.

"I think that would be the best place to start," Harry nodded. "Arl Eamon is our strongest ally, on the surface anyway, and there is likely more room at the castle than the Circle Tower."

"Works for me," Sirius shrugged.

"I'm not so sure about this magic rope thing," Oghren grumbled.

"Just don't let go," Harry grinned. "Trust me, it'll be fun."


One very wild ride later, they landed on the path leading between Redcliffe village and the castle proper.

Oghren was lying in a heap. "You are a bastard, Harry."

"Nope, his parents were married," Sirius laughed. "I should know- I was the best man at the wedding."

"That doesn't mean he isn't a bastard," Oghren argued as he struggled to his feet. His eyes went wide as he looked up at the sky. "By the stone!"

Harry knelt down beside him. "It's something, isn't it?"

The dwarf gulped and looked pale for a moment. "How do you keep from falling up into all that... that empty space?"

"Gravity," he shrugged. "It's the same reason you don't fall from the ground to the ceiling in Orzammar."

"Oh," Oghren slumped. "Well, I guess that makes sense."

"Take a moment to adjust," Harry suggested. "We're heading into Redcliffe castle, but we've got plenty of time."

"Nah, I'm alright. I just never really thought about leaving Orzammar behind like this."

"You can return someday, if you want."

"Eh, piss on 'em," Oghren spat. "A second chance, wasn't that what you said? Besides, there's bound to be all sorts of new types of drinks for me to have up here."

"That's the spirit!" Sirius laughed.

"The Grey Warden returns!"

Harry turned to see a knight opening the gates of the castle and soon they were being ushered inside to meet with the Arl and his brother Teagan.

"How goes your attempt at gaining dwarven allies?"

"I've still got to get the nobles in line," Harry sighed. "But with the help of our golem allies, I hope that shouldn't be too big of a problem."

"Golem allies?" Eamon raised an eyebrow. "How many golems?"

"With an army of golems, we may not even need the dwarves," Bann Teagan added with a chuckle.

"It's not exactly an army," Harry corrected them. "There were only thirty or forty of them. What would that be called? More than a squad or a platoon, but not quite a legion, if I recall-"

"Still, that is a lot of power you've added," Teagan interjected. "Now I feel like we haven't done enough for our part."

"What do you mean?" Wynne asked.

"The bannorn is divided," Eamon explained. "There are many who are against Loghain's grab for power, but there are others who still side with him. Gaining allies to call for the Landsmeet is still very much a work in progress, I'm afraid. Our forces will need to march to Denerim fairly soon, one way or another, but I am not certain what it will take to depose that traitor. Negotiating a deal with his daughter may be our only hope."

"His daughter?" Sirius asked.

"Queen Anora," Teagan replied. "She is Cailan's widow. A cunning woman, but she's never shown the sort of outright betrayal of murdering her king."

"She is young," Eamon added. "But up until recently, she was good for the throne. She helped to temper some of my nephew's bold nature and impatience."

"If his own daughter already held the crown, then why would Loghain need to proclaim himself regent?" Morrigan interjected. "'Tis an unnecessary step; he could have just played the part of the dutiful father and advised her actions, prodding her along whatever path-"

"Unless they had some sort of disagreement," Leliana suggested. "In such a case, she may be one of our best hopes for keeping the chaos and death in check. We have enough of that to deal with from the darkspawn without civil war tearing the country apart and making things that much harder for our cause."

"Other than finishing things with the dwarves, we still need to head to the Brecilian forest to search for the Dalish," Wynne added.

"Which gives us more time to prepare things for the Landsmeet," Eamon nodded.

"But we have a few other things to do as well," Harry stated. "And while I take care of some business, we may want to use this place as a base of operations for a few days."

"There isn't a lot of room, but I believe we can squeeze you in," Teagan said.

"Actually, we could just use our tent," Sirius cut in. "But setting it up in the courtyard would keep us more secure rather than having to use magical protections."

"As you wish," Eamon agreed. "Before you head off on another quest, there is a trader who wishes to speak to you about some sort of Grey Warden business. He was staying in the tavern, hoping to speak with you whenever you returned."

"I'll handle that," Harry said.


As they exited the castle after the meeting, Sirius asked if he wanted any company for dealing with this mysterious trader.

Harry declined. "I'm actually thinking of popping over to Lothering first, then coming back here for lunch. I'll talk to the trader after that."

"Someone should go with you," Sirius said with a frown.

"I will go," Morrigan stated.

"That's really not necessary," Harry replied.

"But-"

He cut off her protest. "You know that I can escape in a flash on my own, and you know why I will be relatively safe." Morrigan scowled but relented. "Besides, I'll make sure they won't see me coming."

"The Disillusionment charm?" she asked.

"You've read that far?"

"I have not tried the spell out yet, but it seems very useful."

"It is," Sirius chuckled. "For all sorts of reasons."

"Very well," Morrigan sighed. "But be safe, Harry."

"It'll be fine," he winked at her. "I'll be back before you know it."

She grabbed him for a quick kiss before he could go. "You had better be or I will be most cross with you."

He smiled and disappeared with a crack.

"I don't know if I'll ever get used to all this magic," Oghren grunted.

"I feel the same way," Wynne chuckled softly. "Even after all my decades of study, Harry has shown me many things I had never imagined possible."

"Speaking of the impossible," Leliana giggled as she looked at Morrigan, "it seems he has even thawed a witch's frozen heart."

Morrigan glared at her. Instead of responding though, she turned into a raven and flew off.

Sirius chuckled and then sighed. "If she doesn't come back soon, I hope Harry doesn't get mad at you for that."

"Won't you defend my honor?" Leliana teased.


Darkness and death was all that was left of Lothering. Harry apparated onto the road that had led north out of town, giving himself a mile or so leeway, and had immediately retrieved his Firebolt and flown off to get a look, but now he almost wished he hadn't. This was the first time since coming here that Ferelden had reminded him of what was left of England.

London had been so devastated by war that there was more rubble than buildings left. He had picked his way through the corpse of the city, avoiding a few pitiful scavengers, and found that the Ministry of Magic was like an empty coffin. Dust everywhere, a few enchantments still clinging on, but otherwise it was devoid of any signs of what had once been.

The echo of his footsteps as he made his way to the Veil of Death floated back to his thoughts as he peered down into the burnt out remains of the tavern where he had met Leliana.

Had it really only been a few weeks ago? Harry counted the days and found that he had been in this new world for less than a month. An incredibly eventful month though- and likely more to come before he could catch his breath.

There were darkspawn filling the town now. Hundreds of them probably.

The only signs of humans were a few scattered bones. Bones that had been gnawed on by the monsters below him.

For decades, he had mostly ignored the occasional thoughts that called to him to accept his fate as the Master of Death, to use his power to cleanse the world of evil, but at that moment it was impossible to resist.

The darkspawn were soulless chaos that had no purpose other than to leave the world in ruins.

He'd had enough of ruin.

Without a word, the cloak fluttered around him, a ring appeared on his finger, and an enormous flaming serpent erupted from his left hand.


Sirius was pacing as they waited for Harry to return. "He should have been back by now."

"I know," Leliana sighed. "But perhaps he went to the village, if he wanted to get his work done early."

"Why don't you go check?" Wynne suggested. "I can remain here to wait and point him your way if need be."

"You don't mind?" Leliana asked.

"No, child, I will be fine," she smiled. "I have a book or two to catch up on."

"Let me conjure up a chair for you at least," Sirius said as he waved his wand and produced a nicely overstuffed chair like those he remembered from the Gryffindor common room.

Wynne chuckled as she poked at the chair before sitting down. "Thank you for the consideration, Sirius."

"Let's go then," Oghren said. "I want to try more of your surfacer drinks."

"Good thing we're headed to a tavern then," Leliana laughed.

As they waved goodbye, Wynne chuckled to herself. "Children."


A dark, skeletal figure appeared on the road and noticed the battle that was winding down. Three figures still stood, a fourth having its chest caved in by the shortest mortal.

He took in the sight of the death, this time with untainted blood spilling rather than the noxious stuff he'd waded through moments before, and slowly Harry Potter came back to himself. He took a couple of deep breaths and removed the ring from his finger, stashing it away again as the cloak disappeared.

"Harry!" Sirius called out. "We were just on our way to look for you in town."

"What happened?"

"Assasins attacked us," Oghren said. "But I was here to take care of these two, so-"

"I was hoping to take at least one of them alive," Leliana complained. "We could have found out why they attacked us."

"Search the bodies for clues then," the dwarf shrugged.

"Fine," she grumbled in response.

Sirius walked over towards him and sniffed. "You reek of smoke, Harry. Any problems?"

"Death by fire is the purest death."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Harry sighed and scrubbed at his face. "It means that what was left of Lothering was an abomination, so I cleansed the area with Fiendfyre."

"I thought you said that was a bad idea up here," Oghren pointed out.

"The land was already blighted," he replied. "I was able to control it."

Barely, he thought to himself.

Or perhaps, Death helped him to keep his focus? It was hard to tell at that moment.

"I found something!" Leliana shouted. She pulled out a folded up piece of parchment and began to read. The look on her face a moment later told them that it was not good news.

"Leliana?" Sirius asked as he stepped towards her.

"It... it was about me," she spoke quietly. "She wanted me dead."

"She?"

"Marjolaine," the bard whispered.


Several minutes later the group arrived in Redcliffe and quietly entered the tavern. Leliana had asked for some time alone to process things, and Harry wondered if he was going to need to get involved with whatever had clearly spooked her. With any luck, Sirius would be able to help her.

Oghren sat at a table and ordered a roast with several ales.

Harry smiled as he left the dwarf to his meal. His contact was waiting upstairs. Once he found the room, there was an unexpected surprise as Morrigan had beaten him there and left the unnamed trader tied to a chair.

"I see you've got Incarcerous down," he said with a chuckle as he closed the door behind him.

"You're late," she replied with a raised eyebrow. "Was there a problem?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle." Harry pulled up a chair across from the bound man. "So, who's our new friend?"

"He claims his name is Levi Dryden," Morrigan answered. "A friend of the late Warden commander Duncan, and someone in need of Grey Warden aid. How is it that you continue to draw in so many needy people?"

Harry snorted and turned to Levi. "You'll have to forgive her; Morrigan doesn't play well with others."

She glared in response. "Perhaps I shouldn't bother trying to help you in the future. We have already had one assassination attempt due to Grey Warden business, and you should be wary of more."

"Fair enough," he admitted.

"I thought you could use your magic to discern the truth of his words," she suggested.

"I suppose I could," Harry said before he dispelled the ropes that bound the other man. "Let's try talking first and see where we go from there."

"Thank you," Levi said as he rubbed his arms from where he had been tied up. "By any chance did Duncan ever mention me to you?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Well, that's not a good start," Levi sighed. "We were old friends of a sort, Duncan and me. Once upon a time, one of my ancestors had been the commander of the Grey Wardens in Ferelden. But her name was disgraced and our family lost our lands and titles. Since then we've become traders and craftsmen, trying to rebuild what we lost. But I was hoping that someday we could restore our family name, with Grey Warden help that is."

"How so?" Harry asked.

"There is a place known as Soldier's Peak," he explained. "Long ago, it was the base of the Grey Wardens here in Ferelden. That was where Sophia Dryden and the other wardens were betrayed, and where she was killed. I know where it is, and I need the help of the Grey Wardens to reclaim the place."

"And thereby restoring your family's good name?" Harry prompted.

"Yes, but also whatever the Grey Wardens may have left behind," Levi added. "It could help you rebuild the order here. I've heard you're the last living Grey Warden in Ferelden. Surely any treasures and knowledge they may have had there could help your cause."

"Possibly," Harry acknowledged. "Where is this place?"

"In a mountainous region of northern Ferelden," the trader replied. "There is a path that leads to the keep that you have to take through abandoned mining tunnels. I know the way though, but I couldn't risk the journey on my own. Not without-"

"Skilled mages and warriors to back your cause," Morrigan interrupted. "It sounds like we'd have to do all the work. Why should we bother?"

"It might help," Harry cut in. "The knowledge could be of great use as I am cut off from access to any other Grey Warden tomes."

Morrigan sighed. "You are far too free with our time and energy."

"I'll make it up to you," he said with a smile. "I'll speak to the rest of the group and with luck we may be able to head there soon."

"Thank you, Grey Warden," Levi said as he stood up and shook hands.

"Call me Harry."

Morrigan left the room, slamming the door behind her. Harry chuckled and excused himself. "I've got a witch to cheer up."

She was stomping down the hall towards the stairs when he ran after her. He noticed that she slowed her steps as he approached. Before she could turn around, he slipped his arms around her, and nuzzled into her neck.

"What are you doing?"

"Making it up to you," he whispered.

"Follow me then," she moaned. "Outside."

She shifted back to a raven and flew out a window. Harry laughed and ran outside, hopping onto his broom and chasing after her.


By the time they were sitting down for dinner together in the tent that evening, Sirius Black was officially worried.

Leliana had been brooding all day. She may not have admitted to it if you questioned her, but as someone who had spent most of his life being a brooder whenever he didn't have something fun to keep him occupied, Sirius knew brooding like the back of his hand.

The misery of his years in Azkaban, the awful family he'd escaped, the rotten home he'd been forced back into... Actually, those months spent living in a cave with the hippogriff had been a rather nice time come to think of it. This new world, even with all the monsters and fighting they'd been up to their eyeballs in, for the most part was a big step up from back home.

Because of all that, Sirius was damn sure going to take care of one of the better parts of this new world- the gorgeous redhead sitting next to him. Unfortunately, she'd been distant all day, but after they ate, he wasn't going to let that continue. The nights in bed were too amazing to lose out on; not to mention how amazing it was to wake up next to a woman he cared about for the first time in...

Had it really been sixteen years? Damn, that made him feel old. It was nothing on Harry, mind you, and wasn't that a strange thing for him to still be trying to wrap his head around.

His godson, now the immortal Master of Death, who'd had a century more of life in all their time apart. At least he and the cranky witch were smirking playfully at each other. Sirius thought he sort of understood their relationship by now- Harry's life had always been challenging, so why wouldn't his taste in women run that way too?

Sirius chuckled at the thought then noticed Leliana turning down Wynne's offer of wine.

"I'm rather tired, so I think I will call it an early night," she said.

"Goodnight, dear," Wynne replied.

He didn't say anything as he got up and followed her into what had become they're room.

"Sirius, I-"

"I love you," he cut her off.

She flushed red and stammered, "I... you love me?"

"I love you," he repeated. "I don't know what it is that has you so rattled, whoever this Marjolaine may be, but I will be here by your side through whatever it is."

Leliana sighed and fell back onto the bed. "You have no idea how much loyalty appeals to me these days."

"Well, I am a dog," Sirius chuckled. "Known for being the most loyal type of animal companion."

He sat down beside her and she curled into his side. "That is why I think I love you too."

"Good," he traced circles around her back. "Then we'll deal with whatever it is that's bothering you."

"Alright," she exhaled. "Are you going to force me to talk about it?"

"I'm not going to force you into doing anything."

She giggled. "Not even what you call doggy style?"

"I will only try to convince you that it's the best and most fun way to shag," he replied solemnly. Because that's how serious he was about the topic.

"Fine," she said.

They lay together quietly for a moment before she decided to open up that painful box of memories.

"Marjolaine was a lot of things to me," Leliana began. "She was my mentor, the one who taught me the ways of the bard. She was also my hero, someone I looked up to, for her confidence, her skills. And we were lovers, which made her betrayal that much worse. The way she could just cast me aside, the disdain when she framed me and left me to suffer..."

Sirius was glad he had kept his silence as she spoke. It was hard for him, but his mind was made up well before she told the entire story.

"I was left for dead, framed for treason, captured, tortured... it is not something I like to think about," she whispered. "A friend eventually helped me to escape, and when I did so I found another of my friends had been killed there. Tug- he was a dwarf, a good man- and he died protecting our friend Sketch. Sketch was a mage, and they had threatened to cut off his hands. No mage could be as much of a threat without hands, they had said, so Tug had provoked them, kept their attention on him, and they tortured him to death. We found his body while we were fleeing those dungeons.

"In the end, that's why I joined the Chantry." She looked up at him. "I wanted a new start, a chance to do something good. Do you understand?"

"I was never religious, but I think I can see the rest of it," he replied. "And I know the horror of betrayal. For seven years at school, the four of us were like brothers. Harry's father James, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, and myself. Remus was a werewolf, and he underwent terrible pain once every month, so the three of us studied so bloody hard in order to learn to become animaguses. You see, as animals we were not in any danger when Remus shifted forms, and that was how I became Padfoot. James was a stag, so we called him Prongs, and Peter was a rat named Wormtail. I thought we would be friends for our whole lives.

"But Peter became a spy for Voldemort," he stopped and sighed, trying to tamp down the rage he still felt after all these years. "He sold out James and Lily... and Harry. You have to understand how that little boy was a light in the dark times for us. There were so many attacks, so many of our friends were killed, but we had this one little ray of hope- and Peter gave it all up to a monster.

"Then he framed me for his crimes and left me to rot in Azkaban prison," Sirius finished. "For nearly twelve years."

Leliana snorted and wiped at her eyes. "Perhaps we get along so well because we both know this pain."

"But we can also know better things," he countered. "How much love and loyalty really mean, for example."

"I hope so," she sighed. "I just thought that Marjolaine was a part of my life that was over. I have no idea why she's back in Ferelden; it must be so dangerous for her considering she could have caused war to break out again the last time she was here."

"We'll make sure you're free of her for good this time," Sirius replied.

"I'd like that," Leliana said before she forced herself to sit up. "I think I could use a long soak in the bath."

"Do you want company?" he asked.

"I think... it would probably be better if I were not left alone," she fretted her lip. "As long as you can control yourself."

"I'll just scrub your back," Sirius offered.

"Or hold me?"

"Whatever you want."


The next morning, as Harry went to make breakfast in the tent's kitchen Sirius followed him, throwing up a privacy spell. "I need a favor."

"You've got it."

"That easy?" Sirius snorted. "You don't even know how much of a pain it might be."

"Once upon a time, you lived in a cave eating rats to survive just to support me," he answered as his hands waved the ingredients and skillets around the magical stove. Sirius was amazed by the display, yet another thing he'd have to ask about someday. "We're family, Sirius. Just tell me what it is already."

"We need to go to Denerim as soon as possible." He sighed and grabbed the dishes to take over to the table in a minute. "Leliana- that letter about Marjolaine, who hired the assassins the other day... she's her version of Wormtail. And she's still trying to kill her. I can't let that stand."

"We'll go today if we can," Harry replied. "Assuming any of our friends have been to Denerim; I wouldn't be able to apparate there otherwise."

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it," he shrugged. "I assume we'll be dealing with hostilities?"

"After what she did, this Marjolaine does not get to live," Sirius growled.

"Might want to let me do that," Harry suggested. "Keep you out of the doghouse if Leliana's still got conflicted feelings."

He clenched his fist but nodded. "Probably a better idea than letting me get consumed by rage- which is already a close thing."

"That's why we'll go today."


The group ate and once they had finished up, Harry asked if anyone had been to Denerim before. Leliana had, so he asked her to remember the place while he skimmed her thoughts to get a picture in his head.

Once he had that, he left with a crack and appeared in an alley between ramshackle buildings. The area was run down enough that there wasn't much traffic, so Harry let his senses flow out so he could taste the magic of the area in order to be able to portkey them here. It would almost certainly be easier than trying to side-along apparate three or four people.

He reappeared back in the tent a few minutes later.

"Everything alright?" Sirius asked.

"I'll be ready to take us there in just a couple of minutes," Harry replied. "But we might not all want to go."

Wynne spoke up, "I think you were right that I should avoid the city for the time being. Assuming the rest of you will be alright without me, that is."

"If you're using one of those blasted portkeys again, I think I might just keep Wynne company," Oghren grumbled. "What do you think, Wynnie? Want to go taste the local spirits with me?"

"A nice glass of ale might be lovely," she said with a smile. "We didn't get much of a chance to relax on our previous trip to Redcliffe."

"We should be back later today," Harry said.

"Assuming you don't run into too much trouble," Wynne retorted. "Just be careful, please."

"Let's get ready," Sirius said as he walked back to his room to gather his things. Leliana went with him.

"Am I being volunteered to go along on this errand?" Morrigan asked Harry once it was just the two of them.

"Do you want to stay behind?" he replied. "I would think you would be interested in seeing the city, if for no other reason. Plus, I doubt you want to stay and hang out with either Wynne or Oghren."

"You're not going to try to use our personal entanglement to convince me?" she raised an eyebrow.

"I don't think I need to," Harry chuckled. "Your curiosity is a better weapon, I believe. Besides, if you really don't want to go, I'll just tell you about whatever you missed out on later."

"Fine," she caved, just as he knew she would. "But I want to try that mind control spell out. It looks far too useful to pass up."

"It is," Harry agreed with a sigh. The Imperius really was so damn useful, especially when it could turn the odds in a battle. "Just promise you won't use it on our companions."

"It would be a good way to get the dwarf to stop leering at me," she frowned. "Or to get the old school marm to stop trying to lecture me."

"If you use it on one of them, I'll have to use it on you."

"You wouldn't," she hissed.

"Fair is fair, my dear," he shrugged. "Besides, I really should teach you how to fight it one of these days. The mental strength can be useful, even if no one else knows the spell in this world."


Several minutes later, Leliana, Sirius, Harry, and Morrigan all arrived in the capital city. Notice-me-not charms were the first thing to set up as one extra layer to keep them from drawing any attention from the authorities, just in case.

Especially since they were likely heading off to murder someone.

"It is a house near the market district in the northern part of the city," Leliana said. "Not too far from here, if I remember correctly."

"That's convenient," Morrigan responded. "We were wanting to check the various stores for supplies and equipment, were we not?"

"It would have been handy to bring Oghren then," Harry said. "He uses more armor than the rest of us."

"You can always bring him back later," Sirius suggested.

"True enough."

They walked onward with Leliana leading the group for several minutes, the bard obviously much more worried and withdrawn than usual. Harry wondered at what old pain this had dredged up for her and if he would need to do anything more to help beyond the upcoming confrontation.

"This is it," she stopped in front of a rather non-descript house.

"Should we knock?" Sirius asked, his tone not even trying to carry the joke.

Harry cast a notice-me-not around the area they stood in first, weaving his wand back and forth and watching for a moment as the few people on that one little street left.

"Allow me to go first."

He stepped inside and saw two heavily armed men waiting in the entry room. "Imperio!"

Morrigan had followed him and hit the man on the other side of the room with the same curse. Harry liked her timing. He turned to the two dominated individuals. "Announce us!"

He wasn't sure how many they might face, but getting your foes confused was always a good way to start a battle.

A finely dressed woman with long black hair shook a brief look of surprise off her face as they entered. "Leliana! So lovely to see you again, my dear."

"Spare me the pleasantries, I know you're-"

"Can we just kill her already?" Morrigan cut in.

"Look at zese barbarians," Marjolaine sneered at the witch. "Zey can't even be bothered to engage in civil discourse."

Other than the two men they'd already controlled, there were four more that he could see, split on either side and standing near doorways into the rest of the house. Harry looked to Morrigan and motioned to the right side. Once she nodded, he forced his own dominated warrior to walk that way as well.

Feeling the power and fury of the Elder Wand flaring to life in his arm, Harry knew that it was anticipating the violence just as much as the witch by his side.

"Flein-drífa!"

The force made him recoil as the conjured iron spear rocketed out of his hand and penetrated both of Marjolaine's men, shoving them backwards as the metal impacted into the wall and left them hanging there as they gurgled out their final breaths.

He turned and flashed his wand at their main target, knocking her off her feet with a full body bind curse. As he had long ago learned from Alastor Moody, it was one of the best spells to master without the long incantation, and it served its purpose as the combat on the other side of the room was quickly handled by his friends and the two temporarily dominated allies.

Leliana huffed as she looked at her former flame. "I thought I was free of you when I came to Ferelden, but it seems I was wrong."

"We came here to free you of her," Sirius said. "Permanently."

"She has caused too much pain and death," Leliana agreed. "Today that ends."

Harry nodded and stepped forward. "Shall I?"

She took one last look and then nodded at him. "Please."

He brought up all the pain and rage from his own darkest moments.

"Avada Kedavra!"

And with that, Leliana left the house, Sirius following after her. Harry hoped this would help her put her past behind her. Closure- it was such a nice idea.

Hard to find though, as he well knew.

"I'll search the place for any valuables," Morrigan said.

In the quiet left behind after the carnage, it was nice to focus on something so simple and practical. Harry took the other side of the building. It would give Sirius and Leliana a chance to have a few moments alone too.

And after that, they would need to try to relax and hit the merchants while they could with their ears open for any trouble headed their way.

Maybe they should stop and get a drink or two to calm their nerves?

He had a feeling Oghren would complain about being left out, no matter that he was probably doing the same thing back in Redcliffe at that very moment.