Author's Notes: An Announcement! I asked on Twitter about review goals/rewards and got a tremendous response so I will be starting these with all my stories!

For those who do not know what I mean I will be setting goalposts for my series in terms of reviews. When a goalpost is hit I will include for that series a special reward chapter. This chapter WILL NOT AFFECT THE SCHEDULE! That means that if this story hits a goal and that week I am due to post a chapter I will post both the scheduled chapter AND the reward chapter! And if another series is posting that week you will still get the reward chapter! So it is only giving you guys rewards as thanks for reviewing.

Now, I want to make clear that I will not tolerate people artificially boosting the review total just to get to a goal. That happens and I am moving the goal post. I want only legit reviews. When a goal is met I will also list what the next goalpost will be.

For Harry Potter: Pokemon Master I will be using ALL the books for the goal.

Now then… what is the reward? Well I thought about if I should keep it secret or reveal it and for now I am going to play fast and loose with the rules… sometimes revealing, sometimes not. It will be how I feel.

But enough about rules, let's get to the actual reward! For Harry Potter: Pokemon Master, when we hit 4,500 total reviews for the series I will do a bonus chapter "Lily's Sorting", which will flashback to Lily's sorting when she was 11 years old. We'll see her and Severus on the train, her meeting a few of her new classmates, her first encounters with the soon-to-be Marauders, the teachers, and finally her being sorted into Gryffindor. We are at 4462 reviews so we are only 38 reviews away from that so within the next 3 to 4 chapters you guys will earn the reward chapter.

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Kingsley Shacklebolt's ancestor, Adewale, had not known what region his ancestors came from. All he knew was that he had been born a slave during the Age of Legends, forced to work on a sugar plantation on a small island North West of Alola from the moment he could walk. He had gained scars from the boiling sugar striking his skin, like every slave who worked at the plantation, and scars from refusing to do as commanded; that punishment only came to him. After he had proven disobedient one too many times he had been chained inside a sweat house but managed to escape by ripping the melt bolt that held his restraints in place from the wall. He had strangled the overseer and managed to get to a small skiff, taking to sea and leaving his old life behind; the plantation owner had written him off as dead anyway for no skiff could survive the harsh waves that occurred in the ocean during that time of year.

But fate had been kind to Adewale and he was picked up by a sailing vessel whose crew had gone pirate when their previous captain had attempted to sell their cabin boy to slavers. That cabin boy, Edward, had been made captain after the revolt and had already made a name for himself as a terror upon the waters, earning the name The Grand. But he had been kind to Adawale and brought him onto his crew, treating him as had any other sailor. Eventually Adewale was made first mate and along with Edward the Grand made enough wealth so that the two of them could retire from the pirate life. Edward, knowing that all high men in society had family names, went to Adewale to ask for suggestions on what to call himself, for he too had been born with no family name of his own. It was Adewale who stated they should pick names that would remind them of who they had been, so they and all those that came after them would never forget.

Adewale named himself after the instrument of his freedom: Shacklebolt

Edward named himself after the ship that had seen him rise: Kenway

Kingsley Shacklebolt wondered if he ancestor would be proud of him.

Jack Kenway let out a muffled groan but the Aurors paid little mind to him. He had broken their bones so there was no pity for him and his injuries. Of course none of them were forced to stand on a tall log, a noose around their necks that was ready to tighten should a false step be taken. The front of Kenway's hood was smeared with blood for occasionally he would let out a cough that would bring up crimson fluid; once more the Aurors didn't care. They were mingling about, some shifting their weight from one foot to another, others moving about unable to decide if they wanted to be close to the scene or far away. Kingsley Shacklebolt was one of the few that was remaining utterly still but that was mostly because he was focused on Kenway himself. When the man wasn't whirling about dealing out pain he didn't look all that opposing. Oh of course he didn't look like a saint but he didn't look like a monster either. He just looked like a man in a long coat, no different from anyone else one might find walking down the street or getting a bite to eat at the pub. When people called him a terrorist and a criminal Kingsley had somehow come to imagine Kenway as wearing some bionic suit that made him more machine than man… perhaps with glowing red eyes and metal replacing half his face. But he was just flesh and blood, the same as them.

He wondered if that was why Rufus had decided to keep the man's hood and mask on. If they all saw his face would they be able to do what they were about to? Or would it stay their hands, unable to kill this man when he became not a creature they told horror stories about but a flesh and blood man who lived and loved and laughed and enjoyed life the same as the rest of them? And he wondered what it would be like when they did finally pull that mask off, to see his face discolored and bloated, his eyes lifeless and dull. Or would they not even have the courage to do that?

"Sir?" one of the Aurors, a newer one unless Kingsley was mistaken, finally called out to their boss. While Amelia Bones was technically their boss, what with her being the Elite 4's Head of Laws, it was Rufus Scrimgeour who was the mastermind of the night's little "party". The head of day-to-day operations for the Aurors, it had been Scrimgeour who had decided to set this trap after a meeting with Fudge. Though some whispered that it was the Minister himself who had pressed for the operation, wanting to deal with the so called "Father of Johto" once and for all.

'But I'm not sure about that,' Kingsley thought as Scrimgeour turned away from the Auror he'd been talking to. 'The Minister would have wanted this done in public, with the entire world able to see. This is Rufus' idea… to take care of Kenway in the dark, without a chance for him to make it a circus that all could see. '

"Yes Lodder?" Scrimgeour asked once he had been able to give the man his full attention. That was something Kingsley found interesting about his boss, his utter need to always give his men his full attention. Other department heads became masters of multitasking and Rufus could do that too but more often than not the dour man did all he could to make sure he gave each and every auror his full attention. It was things like that which made men want to be loyal to him, that made them willing to bend the rules like they were now.

'Bend them? Really?' a traitorous little voice said in his head, on that Kingsley shoved down with all his strength.

Kingsley Shacklebolt's great great grandfather, Kofi, had been a man who did not put up with injustice. Though the family had enough wealth to ensure that they did not receive the same trouble so many other people of color did in Avalon that wasn't good enough for Kofi. No, he had begun to funnel the wealth of the Shacklebolt family towards helping the less fortunate rise up as well as donate to causes that advocated equal rights for all.

Of course this was always going to get the attention of Avalon's most vile segments.

One day, while riding back from visiting a farm that he had invested in, Kofi was attacked by angry white men who made up for their own shortcomings by lashing out at the world. These men, not small of body but small of substance, beat Kofi before tying a noose around his neck and hanging him from a tree. He stood on a creaky ladder while they hurled garbage and insults at him, trying to get him to fall. He was only saved when a passing car spooked the men and even then Kofi had to carefully free himself and make the long walk back home.

The next day he went back to the farm he invested in and continued his work. For if he hid himself away he let those bigots win.

Kingsley Shacklebolt wondered if Kofi would be proud of him.

"What do we do now?"

"What do you mean?" Rufus asked. "We are going to do what we set out to do. We are going to see justice done."

"Well, yes, sure," Lodder said, scratching the back of his head. He was nervous and Kingsley didn't blame him... he didn't know why it was Auror commanders seemed to be able to frighten everyone with just a glance but they all had the talent. Madame Bones had made him feel like a Firstie during basic training, even though he'd towered over her and had at least a hundred pounds of raw muscle on the woman. The same was true with Rufus; the man merely had to look at someone and they'd be trembling in their standard-issued boots. "But I mean... we aren't just going to hang him, right?"

"He's guilty!" Someone shouted. "Just get it over with!"

A few others called out in agreement but Fanny O'Donald, one of the older aurors, shook her head. Fanny had dark hair that was beginning to lighten into a dark steely color and a scar across her chin that rumor said had been made worse by her purposely pulling and picking at it, wanting criminals to know she could take hits and keep coming. "No, Lodder's right. We just hang him and we're no better than him." She gestured towards the terrorist with one hand while reaching up to adjust the broach she was wearing with her other. "He killed those people without giving them due process... we do the same and we just proved him right."

That got others murmuring and Kingsley for one was glad that Fanny had said that as he'd been thinking the same thing. They were there because of all Kenway had done but they couldn't just turn around and act like him. Hell, he already didn't like it that they weren't transporting him to a cell.

As if reading his mind someone else, he wasn't sure who, called out, "Why are we even still here? Let's just hand him over to Bones!"

"We talked about this," Rufus reminded them. "We can't risk him escaping or getting his government involved. We have to do it here." He shook his head in disgust. "Why are we even talking about this again? I thought we had this settled when we all agreed that this had to be done."

No one spoke up but Kingsley knew what they were thinking. It was one thing to discuss killing someone like this in the office, where they could be brash and bold and make proclamations of how they'd spit on Kenway right before he swung. It was another to stare at the man in the middle of the woods with a rope around his neck and know that if they did this there was no going back. There was no do-over. They had to be committed, they had to be 100% sure this was the right thing to do.

What made it all the worse was that Kenway hadn't said a word after they'd put the noose on him. He'd just stood there, occasionally coughing or groaning if his broke limbs twitched the wrong way. Kingsley had expected him to be sarcastic and defiant. To insult them and mock them. That would have made it easier to kick the log out from under him and let him swing. But he just stood there, bloodied and broken, and it reminded Kingsley that the man was human. That he had a wife and a child and family that were going to miss him. That would mourn for him. And more than that he had friends... powerful friends. This was something that they could never talk about, never discuss with a soul... because if they did his friends would demand their heads. Johto would declare war on Avalon, assuming they didn't decide to do so anyway when word got out on how he'd died. Kalos and Unova might very well join them. It would be different if they were going through the legal process but they weren't... they were hiding outside of Tor Town in the middle of the night and everyone had agreed to be the other's alibi. It would be blamed on rogues and thieves though Kingsley, with a painful twist in his gut at the irony of it all, knew that in reality it would get blamed on Nocturne… the very team Kenway was fighting against.

"Alright, alright!" Rufus called out in frustration, holding up his hands. "If we need to relieve your fears we'll do so. We'll have the trial, right here, and at the end we'll vote. I assume you all don't mind if I'm the prosecution?" Everyone mumbled in agreement.

"Pines," Jack croaked.

"What was that?" Kingsley asked.

"If... I get a lawyer... I want Gregory Pines. My lawyer." He punctuated the statement with a couch and more blood soaked through his hood.

"You can represent yourself," Rufus snapped.

"Nocturne Admins get cells and lawyers… I get nothing. How noble."

Fanny though stepped forward. "To hell with this... I'll represent him." She shot a glare at Rufus. "We are doing this right. We aren't him. And if you say one word complaining about it I'm gone and I WILL go to Bones." The other Aurors murmured at that and Kingsley respected her bravery; if she did leave she could very well end up where Kenway was, the way some of the other aurors were looking at her. It wasn't unheard of for some 'Blue Justice' to be delivered one someone who didn't play well with "family". Kingsley wondered if he would have had the courage to stand up like Fanny had.

"Fine," Rufus said as Fanny moved to stand next to Kenway. Only Kingsley was close enough to hear the Johtoian murmur, "Thank you."

Fanny shook her head, moving in close to hiss, "You are a monster and deserve to die for what you did. I'm not doing this for you."

"Which... is more impressive," Kenway got out before Rufus called for quiet.

"We are here tonight to try Jack Kenway for crimes against humanity. How do you plead?"

"Could you…be a bit more specific?" Kenway asked. A few people grumbled at that and one called out just how many crimes had he committed that he'd lost count but if the man reacted to those comments it was impossible to tell thanks to the hood. "If I am going to be tried," he paused, gathering his strength, "I want everyone to know what it is for."

"The massacre of Little Surrey and the murders you committed in Little Haggleton."

"Let's tackle the first then," Kenway said, willing himself to speak without a stop because of the pain. "Innocent. And anyone who believes otherwise is a fool."

Fanny shot him a dark look as the gathered Aurors let loose a roar of protest at his words. "You aren't helping yourself any."

Kenway though refused to back down. "You people are detectives, right? Used to investigating crime scenes? Then look at that crime scene and see everything that is wrong with it."

"You don't get to declare that you didn't commit a crime like it was a magic spell," Rufus declared.

"Then I'll spell it out for you: where were my Pokémon?" He turned his head first to the right and then the left, scanning the crowd. "What did I do when I attacked Sevi? I unleashed my Tyranitar and my Aggron. What did at the Redfort? Unleashed my Tyranitar. What did I do in the graveyard? I. Unleashed. My. Tyranitar."

"You admit you killed those men!" Someone called out. "Hang him!"

Fanny though stepped forward, having already moved to address the one who'd called that out. "Let him speak! We'll get to that next!"

Rufus turned to Kenway and scowled. "So what? You decided to do your dirty work on your own."

Kenway thought didn't back down. "All you saw was someone in a brown jacket and a hood... that's it. It could have been anyone."

Cries of 'Liar' and 'Murderer' filled the air but Kingsley was focused on Kenway's point. No one had seen the figure in that video do anything that pointed to it actually being Jack Kenway. Just stand there with that ghastly message. Anyone the right height could have done that. He looked about and saw some weren't reating as the rest of the mob to cry foul over Kenway's words, they too clearly thinking the same thing.

"March, 1988," Kenway said over the clamor of voices. "Just shortly after the end of the Johto/Kanto War the criminal organization known as Team Rocket broke into Silph Corps and held the employees hostage. At the time though it wasn't proven that that was the case, as the Rocket Grunts wore Silph guard uniforms and never revealed their true allegiance even after their capture. It was only when the head of Team Rocket, Giovanni Suolo, disappeared from Kanto and his offices were raided that the truth came out." He stared once more at the entire crowd, slowly oscillating his head back and forth. "It is easy for a group to disguise who they are. So easy you have to wonder not only who might dress up like me... but why I would be so stupid as to not wear a disguise if I was going to do something so drastic and public. And why the bloody hell would I make Harry Potter a target knowing that such an action would lead to trouble for all of us?"

That had been bothering Kingsley too. Ever since he'd seen the video of Little Surrey's destruction something hadn't added up. Others had stated that Kenway had made such bold moves during the Johto/Kanto War but Kingsley saw at once that one couldn't compare the two. That war had held no secrets... people know that Kenway was the commander of the forces. This was different. Furthermore he began to wonder just how many missions Kenway had gone on NOT in his standard outfit. Would he find that the man had actively done covert missions in tactical gear and only saved the coat and hood for when he was rallying his troops? And even if he had chosen to dress like that... why be so brazen? Especially when, based on the disappearance of suspected Nocturne Agents in Avalon the last few months, Kenway could do stealth rather well.

"Because you don't care about human life," Rufus snapped. "You certainly didn't care when you murdered those people in Little Haggleton."

"Are we on that now?" Kenway turned to Fanny. "Anything to add before we move on?" She merely glared at him and he shrugged, or tried too before letting out a hiss of pain as he remembered his injuries. "My lawyer isn't advising me to stop so I'll say it: I didn't kill those people-" The aurors roared once more and Kingsley suddenly had the sense that Kenway was rolling his eyes under his hood, "-save for the ones that attacked me and also the Carrows. And if we are counting those then there are quite a few people who need assault charges brought upon themselves."

"We aren't here because of the Grunts you killed," Rufus stated. "We aren't debating their deaths."

"Ah. So you only care if they are wealthy." He paused, waiting for someone to speak up and the moment someone opened their mouth he quickly declared, "I did give the order to kill the rest of them and I'd give it again in a heartbeat."

"So you admit to committing cold blooded murder?" someone asked.

"And you hate that, don't you? Not the murder part... the fact that I did what you were too gutless to do." That got another roar of outrage from the crowd but Kenway continued on. "You spineless cretins. You have repeatedly ignored your duty because you're scared to do what is right! What is just! Oh, but you claim that you are the keepers of justice and I'm the monster. Except I never looked the other way when rapists and killers bought their way out of prison purely because you didn't have the nerve to speak up in the Ministry!"

Kingsley shifted uneasily at that.

"Lucius Malfoy. Gregory Goyle Sr. The Carrows. You all know they are guilty! You know it! I can see it in your eyes. But you let them walk free because they bribed the Minister and claimed they were forced "under duress" to commit their crimes. Do you know what you need to do to move up the ranks of Team Nocturne? Look it up sometime but only if you have a strong stomach."

Kingsley DID know what was required. They had learned thanks to interrogations from the last war that in order to be more than a mere Grunt a potential candidate had to bring forth a 'Traitor', which could be something as complex as someone actively fighting against Nocturne to something as simple as being the wrong skin color, not having an established family name, having a disability, or being gay, and kill them in front of two Admins or Voldemort himself. And the longer one made the death last the greater "respect" they gained in the organization. The Agent that Kingsley had talked to had been proud of his deed, boasting about how he'd hacked off bits from a woman and then cauterized the wounds in an attempt to kill her from pain alone. Her crime had been to not give discounts to a rich family.

"And what you need to do to be an Exec or an Admin? That is dark. Vile." Kenway scoffed. "Lucius Malfoy did all that. And you people let him walk. No, more than that... you let him LORD himself over you and you THANKED him for it. Put him on the Govoner's Board for Hogwarts, so he could have access to your children! Do you want to know what that man has done to babies? No… you don't. Trust me on that. But you welcomed him back with open arms. And why?" They could all hear the sneer in his voice. "Because you were scared. Frightened to take him on because of his power. Power. It's nothing but a trick. An illusion. How many members of Team Nocturne are there? My sources put it at around 10,000 for actual suit wearing members of the club. That's a lot, right? There are 58.5 million of the rest of you. What are they going to do when you all rise up and decide you are sick of them taking so much and living so large and leaving so little for the rest of you?"

When he'd been a young man Kingsley Shacklebolt had been offered all sorts of opportunities. He could take over his father's business. Get a cushy job with the Ministry. With his grades he could have easily gotten a position at a local gym, perhaps even moved up to be second in command. Several agents had contacted him trying to get him to become a professional Gauntlet player. There had been an offer from Hoenn to become a tutor, a position that would provide him with a beachfront home fully paid for and summers off to enjoy the sun and waves. But Kingsley had looked back at all the great things his ancestors had done and decided he wanted to be an Auror. He knew it would be difficult and dangerous but he wanted to make a difference. He wanted, a cliché as it sounded, to make the world a better place.

Kingsley Shacklebolt wondered if his younger self would be proud of him.

"But you refuse to do anything!" Kenway roared, his injuries forgotten as he lectured them like a Unovan Preacher at the pulpit. "Worse, you shame and cast down those that say that they don't accept such things! That they don't care what bribes were paid the guilty are guilty!"

"You murdered men and women without giving them a fair trial!" Rufus charged.

"And they would never have gotten it here!" Kenway bellowed before wincing. In a lower voice he hissed. "You would have let them go, without any punishment, because your masters want to fill their pockets or are so desperate for peace they will sell their children's futures for it. And because you are cowards worried about what might happen… and not even directly to you! You aren't in the tank with the Wailord… you're in the stands whining you might be in the splash zone!"

Many of the aurors hissed and yelled at that but Kingsley saw that a growing number were shifting uneasily at Kenway's words. They, like him, were remembering the complaints they had made in the breakrooms and offices of the Auror Department, mocking how the Ministry that allowed the likes of Lucius Malfoy to do whatever he wanted, bitterly complaining about how so many they knew were guilty would never be investigated… and then they just went about their days, doing nothing to change things. Oh, some had early on in their careers but the ministry had a way of stomping down those rebellions, either driving out the trouble makers or just breaking them. And Kingsley was disgusted in himself that he had fallen into the same trap, for if a young auror came to him now stating they wanted to make a play against a 'Nocturne Kidnappee' he would explain all the reasons why such a move was a bad idea while with the same breath complaining about the corruptions of the Auror Corps.

He was suddenly reminded of a quote he'd heard once, ages ago: "True power isn't defeating your enemies… it is making them do what you wish while they thank you for the privilege".

He didn't know if something had flashed across his face or if Kenway had just been thinking the same thing but he called out, "And now let's examine what is happening here, right now! I have taken out killers. Rapists. Murderers. Thieves. I have done what you all wished to do… don't deny it! And you not only have decided to remove me from the playing field you've decided to do it in the worst way possible: hiding in the dark, breaking your own laws to do it, opening yourself up to blackmail by your very enemies!"

If Kenway had thought he'd win some allies with his speech he'd guessed right. Kingsley could see that he was changing minds. But if he thought he was going to save his life with that same speech he was wrong… dead wrong. Because his arrogant chastising had only ensured that those committed to seeing him dangle from a rope were all the more determined to see him die. And the latter far out weighed the former… which, Kingsley reflected, only proved his statements right.

"Ask yourself who benefits from this!" Kenway called out over the growing outrage. "Who benefits from you secretly killing me without due process, taking the law in your own hands? Voldemort! That's why he wants this to happen!" He turned to stare at Fanny. "That's why he has you recording all this."

The aurors went silent, their jeers and cries for the Johtoians blood going mute.

"W-what?" Fanny asked, startled.

"You are recording all of this. With that broach. I can hear it… old fashion tech, just in case they tried to fire off another EMP you wouldn't lose what you recorded. I can hear it going right now. Speaker abilities… enhanced my senses but if one of you put your ear to the thing you'd hear it right now."

Rufus stepped towards Kenway. "You won't distract us with your lies-"

"She wasn't here during my capture. I remember everyone I fought before you had this noose around my neck." He looked at Fanny. "You weren't there… you stepped out of the forest, separate from everyone else." The aurors began to murmur at that and Fanny got a haunted look on her face. "It's why you agreed to be my lawyer… it let you be in the front, looking at everyone… able to turn and film each one of them agreeing to commit an illegal act all in the name of 'justice'. Perfect blackmail."

"You're… you're lying!" Fanny stammered.

"You were also on the Shunpike Case," Kenway pointed out. "You know… the one where all his contacts were alerted and able to disappear… or were killed before they could give more information." Kenway stared down at her and Kingsley recoiled as he realized that the man was right. Fanny HAD been one of the first assigned to talk with Shunpike… and he suddenly began to wonder about her actions during the War and all the leads that had resulted in failure-

"…fuck you, Kenway!" Fanny screamed. Two things happened, almost in slow motion. Fanny lashed out with her left foot, kicking the log Kenway was standing on away, the Johtoian's body lurching as it fell down only to stop with a jerk, and the auror drew a gun and aimed it at the gathered mob.

And then two more things happened, just as quickly yet in slow motion.

Kenway fell to the ground in a heap, the cut and frayed ends of the rope dropping down on him, and five figures dressed in his brown coat and red hood leapt from the trees.

The aurors reacted instantly, moving to attack the intruders, startled by their appearance, but two of them stepped forth and let out shrieks that had them all clapping their hands over their y\ears and trying to fight off the impulse of fear that filled their veins. Kingsley himself fell to the ground and he looked up in time to see that the action had saved his life as another of the new arrivals raced forward, extending a bo staff and snapping it against another auror's temple, sending them bonelessly to the ground. Another one had drawn a gun and begun to fire at the mob, driving them back, while the final one knelt down and hauled Kenway to his feet, the man screaming in pain as he was lifted from the ground, though it was harsh and distorted and Kingsley dimly realized that the rope had damaged his throat.

"Lance…" Kenway gasped out, Kingsley only able to hear because he was close enough that the words weren't drowned out. He instantly felt like a fool; of course Kenway's friends, The Pack, would have come for him. Even with them cutting off his comms like they did there was no way that they would have noticed him go radio silent and not assumed the worse. It was standard auror protocol to make regular check ins and Jonas Kenway was the Head of Law for the Johto Elite 4… he would have known standard policy. Kingsley suddenly realized that Kenway had been buying time, stalling until his friends could come to his rescue, waiting until he knew they were in position before he revealed Fanny-

Fanny.

"Don't… don't kill them," Kenway groaned as his friend worked to get him away, the rest of the Pack slowly moving to regroup while keeping the aurors from pursuing. "Vol…Voldemort played us all-"

Kingsley though didn't hear the rest of what they said as his focus was elsewhere. Ducking to avoid gunfire the auror moved away from the battle and into the woods, heart pounding in his ears as he surged forward. He was embarrassed and frustrated and angry. Mostly angry. And the subject of his anger was in front of him, pulling a bag out from the hollow of a rotting tree and pulling out a teleport pad. But before Fanny O'Donald could activate it Kingsley was on her, one strong hand grabbing her wrist and wrenching it back even as he reached out and grasped the broach she was still wearing and tossing it to the ground. The older auror swung out a strike but Kingsley moved so that it only glanced across his cheek, making his face throb but not stopping him from attacking the woman. He yanked her forward and backhanded her, grimly satisfied when he saw her lip bust open and blood gush into her mouth.

"Traitor!" Kingsley snarled, gripping her arm even harder. "We trusted you! Believed in you! Fought beside you! You took an oath when you signed on… and you sold us out!"

"You trusted me because you were fools," Fanny snapped, all signs of kindness and understanding she'd been known for disappearing as she faced him. The blood was staining her teeth and dribbling down her chin, making her vision look demonic. "Voldemort is going to remake this world! He is immortal! Do you understand that?" She looked up at him and tried to claw at his face but he refused to let go and instead brought his free hand down at her side, hitting the soft flesh below her ribs and making her stumble. "You can't defeat him… you kill him and he'll just find another body! You want to fight when you should be getting on his good side… because when he wins there will only be those in his circle and the slaves doing our bidding."

Kingsley narrowed his eyes and grabbed her shoulders, shaking her. "Kenway was right… you're nothing but a coward."

"Sometimes cowards survive," Fanny laughed before jabbing her thumb into his left eye. Kingsley bellowed in pain and released her, clutching his face. Fanny kicked him hard in the stomach before slashing at his throat with her nails, making it his turn to bleed as the cuts oozed. With his good eye he saw her fall to the ground and go for the teleporter and with roar Kingsley leapt at her, the two of them rolling on the hard forest floor. He felt branches jab into his skin and his clothes tear and rip on rocks and roots as the two tussled. Finally he pinned her under him, his knees pressing on her hands to keep them still, and he stared down at her only to gaze in bewilderment as she began to laugh. "Alright Shacklebolt, alright… now be a good boy and let me go."

"You're mad if you think I'm letting you walk away."

"No, you're mad if you think you're going to lock me up. I saw everything, remember? I recorded everything. The techs will examine that broach, even if you break it they'll get the footage, especially when I tell them all about it… and I'll be more than happy to cut a deal to reveal all the dirty little things the aurors have done. Including how many of you support Voldemort. How YOU support him."

"I've never supported him!" Kingsley roared.

"Maybe… but when I grease a few palms and tell the right tales… well, the truth will come out but you'll be ruined by then." She sneered. "So do the smart thing, Shacklebolt… I escaped. I got the drop on you and escaped." She flashed a blood-soaked grin. "Do the smart thing."

Kingsley Shacklebolt's son would grow up to be a doctor. Or maybe a professor. Perhaps he'd follow his father and be an auror. He could be a gym leader or a business man or a professional trainer who competed in cups around the world. He could be any of those things because right now he was only a year old and all possibilities were open to him. There were only two questions: what kind of world would he grow up in?

And would he be proud of Kingsley?

Kingsley reached out, fingers fumbling until he gripped a heavy rock, and raised it above his head. Fanny had only a moment to stare at him in shock before he brought it down, shattering her face and cracking the skull underneath. He raised it up again, his fingers slick with blood, watched as her body twitched and spasmed, and drove it down again, this time send bits of the traitor's skull into her flesh. He raised it again. Dropped it. Raised it again. Dropped it.

Again.

Again.

Again.

And then a hand fell on his shoulder and he stopped, the stone falling from his hands as he turned from the mangled ruins of Fanny's face, caved into a red bowl, and onto the bruised and battered features of Jack Kenway. He wasn't standing and it wasn't him who had touched his shoulder, that was the man carrying him. But he'd pulled off his hood, revealing his own destroyed features, the burns on his throat visible.

But it was Lance who spoke.

"Don't you blame him for this."

"What?" Kingsley said dumbly.

"When they ask who killed her. Don't you dare say it was him. I can already see the story churning in your head. You found him and tried to stop me but he killed her. And in your shock you touched the rock and got your fingerprints on it." The figure reached into his pocket and tossed Kingsley a small bottle and he dimly could smell lighter fluid wafting up from it. "Burn the corpse. Hide the evidence. Do what you need to. But don't you dare blame him for this." He shifted his friend and Jack let out a raspy moan. "Prove us wrong."

He stepped back, the rest of the Pack gathering around him, and he regarded Kingsley with a cold look. Another of the hooded figures took the brooch and pocketed it while a third snagged the teleporter before producing one of their own.

"This isn't the end, auror," a woman, Kenway's wife unless he was mistaken, hissed with barely held rage.

They teleported away, the message clear to him as he sat alone with Fanny's corpse, her blood on his hands.

It was only the beginning.

~MC~MC~MC~

Author's Notes: Credit where credit is due: Kingsley's ancestor is 100% pulled from Assassin's Creed: Black Flag. It added a touch of dramatic irony that their families started together and now Kingsley is watching the heir of the Kenway's get lynched.

And ah the Aurors… always making this worse because they have their balls removed when they join the force or are merely more quiet than Nocturne when it comes to their bigotry and "the old ways are best!" mentality.

Honestly, I've never really found one but I'd love a story where during Harry's fifth year, when he's hauled into trial he DOES get his wand snapped. And he leaves... and shortly later Hogwarts notices other Muggleborn students leaving as well. The Purebloods are delighted, thinking that hey, this is great…

…till 4 years later when a grown Harry leads muggleborn wizards with guns into the Ministry and begins the Great Wizard Purges.

Just a really dark tale of Harry and the Muggleborn become militant and just taking out all the purebloods, light and dark, because they allowed them to be abused. I just see in my head Hermione quoting Selina Kyle from The Dark Knight Rises to a frightened Draco: "There's a storm coming, Mr. Malfoy. You and your friends better batten down the hatches, because when it hits, you're all gonna wonder how you ever thought you could live so large and leave so little for the rest of us."