Hogwarts.

"Harry Potter?" Nymphadora asked again of Dumbledore, along with everyone, while internally she had begun to get worried and plan out possible outcomes of this meeting, most of which seemed to go down south.

"Yes, the eldest son of our dearest friends James and Lily here, and one of my worst failures." Dumbledore said somewhat sorrowfully, while Potters resisted an urge to cringe at the mention of their eldest. "As I am sure you are aware, dear Nymphadora, young Harry was, what you would call, not a very socially active person."

"More like he was a delinquent and a drama queen much like his father and his friends." Snape openly stated without care about James and Marauders giving him a collective glare. "Let's not sugar coat it, Professor: Harry Potter was an arrogant, self-absorbed, disrespectful swine, who cared nothing about the authority and listening to his betters, especially his Head of the House. The worst Slytherin student in all its time, despite what his marks would suggest, along with some people stating otherwise. And he had close to no friends, safe for you, Tonks." Snape looked at her with his scarred face, making Nym shiver a bit.

"Yes, most of our teachers here recall that out of all the student body that was studying here at the time, you were his closest friend, despite the difference in age." Minerva McGonagall stated with assurance. "Ms. Tonks, due to the recent discoveries, regarding House Le Fay and our dear Rose, we believe that it is imperative that you tell us all that you know about Harry."

"Why? He is dead, died in Azkaban." Nymphadora stated confidently. "If you don't believe me, you can check my memories, since I was there when his death was confirmed. Hell, I saw his body, and even today, just a memory of it gives me nightmares. And what is that got you so worries about Rose? Afraid she might spill out some more bad stuff, regarding her 'dear and loving' parents?" Nym glanced at glaring Lily and James, who were barely containing themselves.

"Nym, we are simply worried about the poor girl, that's all." Professor Pomona Sprout spoke up, getting the attention of her former Hufflepuff student. "I am personally afraid that she might be in danger. House of Black has a very dark and sinister reputation, not to mention how this Prince Le Fay had convinced Rose to state false facts about Potters. I am worried that one of my Hufflepuffs may be in mortal danger, or worse, possibly going to the Dark. Surely, as a fellow Hufflepuff, you can understand our worries for the girl."

"If that's what you claim, then why weren't you all that worried for Rose all these years, Professor? In fact, I seem to recall that, despite all that self-absorption and arrogance, Harry Potter had more of a care for first-year Hufflepuff students than you did." Nym crossed her arms on her chest, catching a glance of an insulted Head of the House, before turning to Minerva. "Yeah, it's true that Harry and I were close, more than he was with his parents, and don't even try to deny it. And I knew him well enough to know that he didn't open up that Chamber and let the Basilisk out to roam free. For all his faults and grievances, most of which were justified, he wasn't a cold-blooded murderer, nor was he a crazed megalomaniac like you all call him. He was simply a bitter man, trying to take care of himself and his sister, along with caring for those that were abused, much like he was in the past. Most prominently by Gryffindor and Slytherin, his very own House that preaches camaraderie within itself." She got a glare from Snape for that one.

"And that is why we ask you to tell us more about him, Nymphadora." Dumbledore spoke again. "Like you have told us, Harry had cared for dear Rose, and that is true. And now that same dear Rose Potter is now an adopted sister in magic and blood to Henry Le Fay, Prince Le Fay and someone of whom we know nothing. Tell us, Nymphadora, did Harry ever mention having met him, or that he was interested in House Le Fay and its history?"

"No, he made no mention of it, and I know for sure that the only Houses in whose history he was interested were Houses Potter, Black and Peverell." Nym replied. "As for Prince Le Fay, like I've said before, only Arcturus and possibly Cassiopeia know his full history. All I know that he is related to House Black in some form, having blood relations with it, and that Rose trusts him with her life, which is enough for me to understand that she is in good hands." Nym stated with steel.

"The girl is only 13 years old, and she was never even clever enough to know to which House she should've gone to." James scoffed out at his daughter. "If she was dumb enough to trust Harry, than she would've trusted everyone who as much as have smiled to her."

"She is 15, actually. It speaks volumes when a parent forgets how old his child is." Nym said out loud. "And as for being dumb and trusting Harry, she simply had no one else to turn to in most of her life, not when her own parents treat her like she isn't even there most of the time."

"Watch what you are saying, girl." Lily glared at Nymphadora, who didn't even flinch.

"Trying to shut up me now? Well, guess what? I'm through keeping my mouth shut about you Potters and your merry band of friends treating Harry and Rose like they were just piles of bollocks, when compared to William." Nym stated angrily to Lily. "I know for the fact that when she was less than a year old, she was cared by only House Elves and Harry, with the formers only doing the bare minimum, while her parents were far too busy giving out exclusive interviews, or pampering the so-called Savior of the Wizarding World. Harry told me everything about those times, along with telling me that whenever he remembered them, cries of Rose were the first things that came to his mind, a sense of calming and caring for her came in first. But that wasn't an instinct, not at first. That instinct, the instinct to protect Rose, only came later when he realized that if he were to abandon Rose just like you two did, he'd be even worse than all of you combined."

"What do you mean by that, Ms. Tonks?" Professor Flitwick asked of Nymphadora.

"The first couple months after the deaths of Charlus and Dorea were very hard for Harry, because those two were his real parents, and in one fell swoop, he had lost them, his 'real' parents were now running the show, and he along with Rose was a bother to even notice." Nym began to tell the tale, despite getting glares from James, Lily, Sirius and Remus. "He may've been small, but he was old enough to understand when he wasn't wanted, and seeing how his younger brother was pampered and treated like he was the second coming of Merlin… It made him bitter and very resentful of both William and the people that produced him, but he had no way of letting out that anger of his in which he would hurt William, which he wanted to. Instead, he found a substitute." Nym grimly stated.

"Rose was closer in age to William, and even though she was just as ignored as Harry, he didn't understand that part. So, as a way to vent out his rage, he had shouted at her, said how she wasn't all that great and how she wasn't even his sister, and that it was her, William's and Potters' fault that his real parents were dead. Harry told me that at the time, he had hated Rose simply because he could, even if later, as he had admitted to him, it made him sick as hell. That continued for some time, until one particular night, when Harry, who shared a room with Rose, hadn't noticed something really strange: Rose was quiet, too quiet. He was used to Rose crying all the time, and even when she wasn't, she would whimper and still make noise. So, when she didn't make any, he had come up to her crib and looked at her small body. When he saw that she was barely even breathing, and that she was sweating like after a marathon in a desert, that's when it had hit him that she was ill."

"He didn't know whom to call, considering that his parents didn't even notice him most of the time, and House Elves didn't come out on his command either. So instead, he took Rose out of her crib into his arms and held her close to himself, trying to at least keep her warm. He tried to wake her up through either shouting, or telling her stories, desperately trying anything. As Harry had told me, it was the worst night of his life, and the thing that stuck to him since then was fear, fear of losing Rose because he was such an arse to her." Nym told them all. "For the whole night, he stayed with Rose, and when it was morning, Rose was alright, fewer gone and she was okay, with Harry holding her close, asking for forgiveness for all he told her. After that, as he had told me, he had made an oath to himself, that no matter what it takes, he will keep Rose safe, even if would cost him his life. Rose knows about the vow, and she knew about what had happened between her and Harry when she was a toddler, and let me tell you what she had told me. She told me, that Harry could rest easy, knowing that she was Henry, treated in much the same manner as Harry treated her."

"Ms. Tonks, while your little fictional drama is touching to heart, there is the matter of Rose being in a not very trustworthy company." Dumbledore dismissed her story without a second of thought. "We are trying to determine, why would young Rose would trust Prince Le Fay, and if it is possible for Harry to have known him before. Because if he did, it may bear explain to us why Rose trusts him so much, and he may also be involved in schemes of Harry concerning that tragic business with Chamber of Secrets."

"Harry. Didn't. Open. That. Damn. Chamber." Nymphadora slowly and forcefully stated to everyone, before turning an irate eye towards Dumbledore. "And we all know that he didn't, Professor, even if you state it so many times. And while we are on the matter, what the hell is your deal with Harry, Professor? I remember him being shunned by all, especially the teachers, and most of all, you personally, and all because you were stating that he was going Dark. Care to explain why you thought so?"

"I don't see how this could be of any importance to our matter at hand, Nymphadora." Dumbledore stated to her.

"Oh no, it is very important, Professor. We all know that you like to give us not full truth and half-lies, we can live with that, but there is a limit to BS one can take. So, why don't you be truthful for once, and I'll tell you everything I know about Harry in return." Nymphadora looked at him with a judging look, with Dumbledore letting out a sigh and seemingly relenting.

"As you all are aware, I have been a Professor in Hogwarts for many years, and I have witnessed many great Light and Dark Wizards come and leave the walls of this school. And, without a doubt, the most powerful and with the greatest potential of all to come and leave this place was Tom Riddle, one who would later become known as our greatest enemy, Voldemort." Dumbledore spoke up, with some of the members shivering at the mention of the man. "Tom was a truly brilliant Wizard, the brightest of his generation and capable of getting with he had wanted. He could easily charm people to do his bidding, easily able to make others see things from his point of view, and could project an image that he wanted others to see what he had wanted them to see. Couple that with his incredible talents in magic and Dark Arts, he was quite on the path to greatness. But, behind the façade of a brilliant and bright Wizard, there was darkness within him, a taint of sorts that had always gnawed at his soul, corrupted and changed him. He was incapable of true feelings, not capable of love and caring for others, even if he could imitate those feelings towards others. His inability to feel love, his hidden ambitions and his secretive nature… I was unable to see it all, and for that I will forever pay, and for all those poor and innocent victims of his Dark conquest."

"Don't know why you tell us all this little story, Headmaster, but if you are implying that Harry was just like Voldemort then you couldn't be further from the truth." Nymphadora told him. "He was cared and was loved, and he knew what it was to love and care. He had people that cared and loved him, and taught the meaning of those things."

"Did they, or did he simply make it seem like so?" Dumbledore asked of Nym, who glared a little at him. "My dear Nymphadora, at first glance, I didn't have it in me to believe that there could be another one like Tom, but the more and more I watched Harry, I couldn't help myself but come in terms with the fact that he was just like Tom in his youth: brilliant, lonely, infinitely talented and with limitless potential, yet with darkness inside… His attitude towards others may've seemed different, but deep inside I could easily tell that he was much like Voldemort."

"That is the most bollocks thing I've ever heard in my life." Nymphadora stated without any regard for her words. "Darkness inside? He was bloody neglected by his progenitors and by most of their friends, so no wonder if he had more than one chip of his shoulder, or that he wasn't all shouting and singing about Light, unity, friendship and ponies. You want proof that they were different? How about the fact that he stood up for Muggleborns in Hogwarts, and pretty much everyone that was abused here? Why would the next Dark Lord in the making mingle with what is de-facto the lowest level of our society, and not make friends with children from most prominent and powerful families? The answer is that he despised them for treating Muggleborns and others like shit, just like with him. So I am sorry, Professor, but your logic doesn't add up there. And let's not forget the fact that Voldemort had killed closest to him people, so if anything, he had more than enough reason to hate Voldemort's guts."

"He and Tom may've not shared common ground on their ideas and views, but that doesn't mean that their purposes could've been the same." Dumbledore countered. "Much like Tom, Harry knew how to easily gain interest and loyalty of those that were interesting to him. He may've sought out the loyalty of Muggleborns, to gain them as his future army and weapons against us. Dear Nymphadora, it is most possible that he had played you and Rose like a flute…"

"Okay, I am done with this bullshit. I am out." Nymphadora turned around and was on her way toward the Floo Portal, until Charlie and Sirius hadn't blocked her path. "Move it, I'm not staying another minute in here."

"Sorry, Nym, but you ain't going until you explain us everything we want to know. Including your work for Bones on spying on the Order, alongside Kingsley." Sirius revealed to Nym, whose eyes went wide with shock.

Without a second thought, her instincts and skills have kicked in, as she punched Sirius in his face, before she kicked Charlie in the stomach, trying to free up her escape route. However, just as she was near the portal, the fireplace closed up via a barrier, indicating that they weren't going to let her go that easily, nor were they going to let her go at all. Nym understood that this was a set up from the start, meant to get her and without Kingsley here to help her out. And she had walked in on this out of her own free will, something that she was cursing herself for already. However, she would have to wait with self-loathing and berating, as she had more important matters at hand, like getting the hell out of here.

Without missing a beat, she drew out her wand and turned around, already sending a stunning charm at Lily, disposing of her easily, followed by a disarming spell against James, sending him flying. She flared up her Protego charm, blocking spells being sent against her, while she made her way towards the window in the tower. This was a bit of a gamble, but she was quite out of any other options, and if she was cleared out of the room, she would be able to use the emergency portkey that Harry had given her.

She was just a step away from the window, preparing to blast it open… When she suddenly felt like something had detached from her and that she no longer could feel her wand. Glancing down on her right hand, she saw it… lying on the floor with her wand, with blood dripping out of her freshly severed arm. The excruciating pain rushed right to her brain, forcing Nymphadora scream out, until she was tied up via spells in place. In the next second, Severus Snape, the man that had relieved her of her hand, had used a charm to stop the bleeding and numbed the pain a little, all the while he was having one of the most sickening smiles imaginable on his face. Nym practically roared out, as she glared at the gathered up Order members, including those that she had knocked out, with Dumbledore speaking up.

"Ms. Tonks, I have had such great hopes for you. You can't imagine how disappointed I am with you, one of my promising and talented former students." Dumbledore shook his head disappointingly. "I wish I could've offered you a chance to repent and do the right thing, but after this display of blatant brutality, I am afraid that you leave us with no alternative."

"I wasn't the one severing limbs through Dark Arts, Professor." Nym hissed at him, her hair blood red, indicating rage. "Do you think that I'll tell you anything? Think again. The only thing you'll get for free is me telling who you really are: a bunch of self-righteous bastards that don't give a damn about anyone who isn't doing the bidding of your all-right and all-mighty Headmaster of Hogwarts."

"Nymphadora, please, I beg you to stop with this and simply tell us what we want. We can understand that you were probably trying to do the right thing, and we understand that you were simply misguided by Amelia." Pomona spoke to her former student. "We can all still make this right, if you stop struggling and just tell us the truth about Prince Le Fay. We know that he is dear to your heart, and you have been seeing him for some time. Please, be a Hufflepuff and do the right thing."

"I am a Hufflepuff, and I am doing the right thing, Professor. It's you who had forgotten what the right thing is. And who the fuck did… Hestia!" She glared and roared at her best friend, who avoided looking her right in the eyes. "You damn skank, you've spied on me, didn't you?! Shit, you were probably the one who had informed them about me and Kingsley!"

"Tonks, I-I know how it looks like, but you have to understand, that Dumbledore and everyone are trying to do the right thing, and you with Kingsley working on Bones, not to mention your relations with Prince Le Fay…" Hestia didn't have a chance to finish up her sentence, as Nymphadora literally spit in her face. "Damn it, Nym! I was only trying to help you, you dumb shapeshifting dolt!"

"If you wanted to do the right thing and help me, you should've came clean to Amelia and not went on to steal her documents so openly." She hissed at her, before she turned to everyone else. "Let me guess, you've suspected me right after the Wizengamot, didn't you?"

"Of course we did. Did you really think that we would fully trust you after it were revealed that Le Fay was with Arcturus?" Sirius smugly smirked at her. "I knew that Andy and you, along with Ted, were in good graces of Arcturus, so it was obvious that you would know about Prince Le Fay. But who would've thought that the two of you would be so lovey-dovey with each other, even going to Paris for a few days."

Nymphadora practically growled at them, while internally she was practically punching herself in the gut. After the Wizengamot and settling business with Tracey, vassals and everything, Henry had offered her to spend a few days in France, just the two of them, without much care and things. Nym jumped at the opportunity, and with the blessing from Tracey, the two went on to Paris, practically without much of a cover, with Nym simply taking a sick leave. The time the two had spent there was wonderful for them, it was when they were together and have practically forgotten about everything, focusing only on each other. Nym was at her happiest with Harry there and that happiness had probably dulled up her instincts and training.

She should've known that there would be someone trailing Harry after his appearance and announcements, but she didn't expect that she would be the target of trailing. She didn't anticipate that her closest friend Hestia would sell her out just like that, even if she should've seen it coming. Tonks knew full well that Hestia, unlike her, was fully on board with Dumbledore and practically worshiped him, not to mention that it was thanks to him and his recommendations that Hestia had gotten a place in Aurors' Department. Naturally, Dumbledore would cash in on his investment, but she didn't expect him to use Hestia as a spy against Nymphadora, and now she was paying for it. At least, they weren't aware of the fact that Harry Potter and Henry Le Fay was one and the same person.

However, that still didn't change the fact that she was in very deep trouble, and even if she wasn't going to reveal anything to them, thanks to Cassiopeia's charms and mental work on Nym's mind, the Order was going to try to pry out of her as much as they could. She didn't hold any illusions on the methods that would be used to get what they wanted, and she was honestly scared for herself. She silently prayed that Harry and others would notice her being gone soon enough and start looking, and they had the means to track her down almost instantly. She only had to endure and wait.

She whipped away a stray lock of hair and glared at Dumbledore and everyone else, before the old Professor spoke up.

"Ms. Tonks, I urge you to please cooperate with us. Should you persist in this foolish endeavor of yours, we will be forced to employ less… civilized means." At the mention of that Snape practically glowed with elation. "It is not too late to do the truly right thing, for the Greater Good. Ms. Tonks, tell us everything that you know about Henry Le Fay and House of Black. What are his plans? Is he with Voldemort? Does he plan to take control of the Ministry?"

"I'll tell you what he plans to do, and what he'll do after he finds out that I'm busted and captured." Tonks let out a small smirk. "He'll flay you all alive, before dousing you in kerosene and lighting you up. Trust me, when it comes to dealing with those that threaten those he cares for, he is more dangerous and ruthless than both Voldemort and Grindelwald combined. So you'll hear piss from me."

"That is a shame. I am very disappointed with you, Nymphadora." Dumbledore whipped out his wand and stunned her, before turning to Severus. "Severus, it would seem you were correct, and your special skills are indeed needed here. Make haste, for I believe that Ms. Tonks was not exaggerating the punishment that Prince Le Fay may inflict on us were he to find out."

"I shall be most through and dedicated to it, Headmaster. I have long waited for an opportunity like this, to make this insolent shifting whore pay for all she had done." Severus smiled with his scarred face at the opportunity at hand. "However, there is a certain problem that must be addressed, as I am afraid that I won't be able to get everything out of her in the short amount of time we have, especially considering that as Lord Slytherin, Prince Le Fay will be able to pass through any and all Hogwarts barriers and find his lover. And we are all aware that this will be the place he will come looking first. I will require a place outside of his access to operate, one with good and powerful protections."

"Hm… James, your and Lily's Mansion is the most defended place that we have access to. Severus will interrogate Nymphadora in there, while the Order will make sure to buy as much time as possible. Molly, I am afraid that young William will have to spend a few days in the Burrow with your family. Please accommodate him, for his protection, in case something goes wrong." Dumbledore commanded, with James and Molly nodding.

"All right, but I'm not going to be staying with Scarface here alone with Lily." James smirked at glaring Snape.

"I am certain that Sirius, Remus and Hestia shall be more than enough to prove a challenge for even Prince Le Fay, were he to discover the location of Ms. Tonks." Dumbledore saw that the three nodded to him. "Excellent. Now, what of our dear friend Kingsley, Sirius?"

"Poor Shacks won't be joining us anymore after today. Who would've thought that the Floo Portal in Grimmauld Twelve would malfunction?" Sirius said with a smirk, before taking out a small red crystal out of his pouch. "Told Shacks that there was something important I wanted to talk about today in my place, and that he should come as soon as he was done with his thing in Ministry. Since the crystal is red instead of white, it means that he's taken the short way to my house."

"A shame that it had to be done, but for the Greater Good, sacrifices have to be made." Dumbledore said sorrowfully, before Pomona spoke up.

"Albus, this is going too far! We all agreed that we would only take them captive, interrogate them and wipe their memories, but doing something like that?!" Pomona said passionately. "Kingsley was just a good Auror doing his job, as is Nymphadora, even if they were doing it for someone not on our side. To kill him just because he was a spy… Couldn't he have been spared?"

"The guy knew far too much, Professor, and probably blabbed out to Amelia about most of it anyway. Keeping him alive any longer would've been only worse for us all. He was just like Peter." Sirius told her. "As for Nym, she's probably aware about far more stuff about Le Fay and Blacks than Kingsley was. She'll tell us all and after that…"

"And after that what? You'll kill her just like with Kingsley?" Flitwick asked of Sirius and Dumbledore. "Do you even hear yourself? We are acting just like Death Eaters, if not worse, and I can't believe that we are all simply so okay with it. Albus, there has to be an alternative to all of this madness, there has to be! I-I can't just stand here and watch as we descent down into the abyss like that!"

"Fillius, my dear old friend, I know how you feel and I understand you, but I am afraid that for the sake of the Greater Good of all Magical Britain and those that inhabit it, we are forced to put aside our ideals and do what needs to be done. In battle against evil, we must be firm in our readiness to battle it no matter what, even if it means using evil's methods agaisnt it." Dumbledore spoke to his old friend. "The same had to be done with Harry Potter, before he had turned agaisnt us all and joined the Dark Lord, as I have told you all."

"You don't know that, Albus! You couldn't know that he would've joined the Dark Lord, or that he would've stood agaisnt us and him!" Flitwick shouted at him. "No, instead you've simply told us what could happen, not what will happen, and you've had sent to Azkaban after dealing with The Basilisk. Admit it, Albus, you were simply far too afraid of Harry and you didn't consider that if we were to be more attentive to him and Rose, he could've been made into our most valuable ally. Hell, he had battled Voldemort twice, and won both times! For all we know, we may've killed our true Boy Who Lived!"

"Are you daft, you short stacking halfwit?! William is The True Boy Who Lived, no matter what that damned Prince Le Fay may tell to everyone!" James shouted at Flitwick. "Harry was going Dark. He was already Dark when we captured him. The only way he could've defeated Voldemort is by being Dark, and he was made Dark by my mother, the Black Witch, who refused to even acknowledge Lily as my wife! She was the one who took Harry away from us and corrupted him!"

"Because Dorea had cared for you and she believed Lily to be after Potter's fortune and not your love! And the only reason why she took Harry away from you and Lily is because you two were still students and didn't even want him to begin with, so don't give me this nonsense!" Flitwick shouted back at James. "The only reason Harry Potter was even allowed to be born was because Dorea and Charlus had put pressure on both of you, threatening to cut you from Fleamont's fortune and inheritance. Same was with William and Rose. You didn't even care for them, not until Voldemort had killed Charlus and Dorea. You don't care about your children, you only care about money and power that they bring you!"

"Why you little…" James was ready to whip out his wand at Fillius, before Minerva spoke up.

"That is quite enough, both of you!" Deputy Headmistress raised her voice to make sure that he point was sound and heard across the room. "We all know that there were some complications in House of Potter, concerning Harry Potter, Fillius, but it was nothing as you describe. James may have his flaws, but…"

"Minerva, I know that it was as I've described, or have you forgotten that I had been one of the closest friends to Charlus Potter and an often guest in his house, just as you were once a friend to Dorea?" Flitwick stated to her with anger in his eyes. "You may've chosen to believe in lies and close your eyes to all the bad things happening around you, but I didn't forget! Nor have I forgotten the fury of Charlus when he spoke about how James so easily let go of his own children and cared naught for them, nor will I ever forget him smiling and laughing while playing with his grandson." Flitwick told her openly, before shaking his head. "He and Dorea had given their lives for their grandchildren, and we sent one to Azkaban, the other is an arrogant mediocre half-wit, and the last has abandoned name Potter just to safe herself… If either of them were alive, they'd burn us all for what we have done to them. And I can't believe that I have been a part of it all." Flitwick apparated out of the cabinet without saying another word.

"He is no longer in Hogwarts…" Dumbledore muttered out loud. "Minerva, please track down Fillius and make sure that he makes no rush and foolish mistakes. The stresses of this day have had a poor effect on him. Now, I believe we still have matters to discuss…"

Potter's Mansion. Two hours later.

James's form threaded through the dark corridors of his mansion's deepest dungeons, lower than even ones that are known to even Lily and his current guests. He was in a hurry to join his oldest friends, in a hurry to put into motion a plan that was fully guaranteed to deal with his plans. He was in a great hurry to deal with the person that has had the gall and dared to shame him and his House out in the public. James Potter was in the hurry to destroy House Le Fay and Henry Le Fay, along with Rose and everyone involved with them. No one dared to shame him and was allowed to walk away unscathed, and Prince Le Fay was going to pay for the humiliation he had brought upon James and his family.

Before that damned Wizengamot session, House of Potter was the most powerful, most famous and most revered House in the Wizarding World, all thanks to it being the reason of Voldemort's downfall. James and his wife with friends had bathed in attention, fame and glory, they were treated like royalty, all thanks to William being the Boy Who Lived and being his father was more than enough to warrant respect and power. To speak out against House Potter, to even to try to put any form of shame or dirt upon it, was akin to a political suicide and everyone knew of it.

That was so until House Le Fay had made the appearance and Rose had suddenly reappeared, revealing to the world a part of how she was treated in the House Potter and proclaiming that Harry was innocent and sent to Azkaban due to schemes of James and Dumbledore. The news of it, as well as the oath made on magic was more than enough to shatter the greatness and power of House of Potter in front of everyone. At first, James had believed that the damage would be remedied within a few days, but he was wrong, as within days, he and Lily found themselves politically and socially isolated. If before there would be no shortage of invitations to dinner, tea or saloons, then after the Wizengamot, all that House of Potter had received afterwards were the declines to previously agreed affairs and meetings, as well as official cutting of political ties.

James and Lily, along with William, had become pariahs of Wizarding World, shunned by all and unwanted by anyone, even by many of their former friends. This was something that James couldn't allow to go unpunished, not after he had spent most of his trying to get what he believed was rightfully his. James had always been ambitious, always wanting to get more than what he had and what others believed was enough for him. He knew he was meant to have more, and he did everything to get it, going quite far to get what he wanted and not feeling guilty or bad for what he had done.

Why should he feel bad for organizing deaths of his parents and Gabriel, who stood in his way to getting everything he wanted? They always looked down on him like he was less than significant enough in their eyes, not worthy of being allowed to inherit the Potter name. Instead he was relegated to the name of Fleamont, an unknown, minor and forgotten name. This was something that James wanted nothing to do with, and so instead, he had done everything to get what he believed was rightfully his, even selling out his parents to Voldemort. Mother and Father may've loved him, but they shouldn't have cut him away from Potter's name and inheritance in favor of that righteous ponce Michael…

Shacking away the thoughts about what he had done, James focused up at what was truly important, and that was making sure that House Le Fay was destroyed and never rose again. His most trusted friends were with him in his plan to destroy it, and this was truly his greatest plan ever. The solution to his problems had come from James discovering an ancient and dark secret of his House, something that was hidden away from all for almost 900 years by his ancestors, when they had defeated the original House Le Fay. And now, this very secret will be used to destroy the modern House Le Fay and will pave the way for the return and rise to the higher fame and glory for James and House of Potter.

Once he had reached the deepest cavern of the dungeon, lit by torches, he stood near his friends, Sirius and Remus, looking at the stone pedestal, surrounded by a stasis field, holding in one place the solution to his entire problem. Smirking, he turned to Sirius and spoke up.

"So, are we all up for it? Good, we can begin now, assuming that you've learned the incantations and remember the plan, right?" James laughed a little, with Sirius supporting him, while Remus spoke up.

"Prongs, are you sure that this will work? This plan of yours, it's pretty risky, not to mention that if we were to release her out of this hold…" Remus shook his head. "There has to be a reason why your ancestors had put her in this stasis and not killed her. If we unleash her, and even if she makes sure that Henry and Rose are dead, what's to stop her from coming after us once she realizes that we've fooled her? Hell, what's to stop the Devil in service of House Le Fay from destroying us all after it completes the mission?"

"Remus, we've planned it all and we've discussed it all, so stop worrying so much, Looney." James had assured him. "Look, once perform the ritual Sirius had told us about, we'll essentially have her right under our thumb and ready to do all our bidding. That's the same ritual that had made Bellatrix a slave to Voldemort, and if you remember that prideful prick tease before the ritual, then you know that it will work."

"Yeah it will." Sirius assured them. "I was sure to properly memorize all the incantations and movements of wands, and I've already transferred it through Leggimence, so we'll be able to make it properly. After the ritual is complete, the strongest Witch of this age will make a short work of Le Fays and we'll be safe and sound."

"And after she transfers all the treasures and lands to House Potter, we'll make do with her." James smirked. "There's no chance that Le Fay will be able to defeat her, not with her ancestry and considering who her mother was, according to what my ancestors have written. This is going to a catastrophe for House Le Fay." He smiled at the thought of it all. "Now, let's get started before Lily wakes up from that small potion I gave her and starts to look for us. We should have plenty of time"

August the 13th. Albion's Hearth

Henry was pacing in his private study, waiting for Regulus to arrive with the news he was awaiting. To say that Prince Le Fay was worried would be a massive underestimation, as he was internally panicking. It wasn't a feeling he wasn't used to, but it was one that he didn't like to have gnawing at his soul and heart, but it would seem that there was no helping it now. And he had all the reasons to be worried at the moment.

Nymphadora had suddenly disappeared after her and Bellatrix's trip to see Cornelia, as she hasn't appeared in Albion's Hearth afterwards. At first, Henry thought that she was simply visiting her parent with Bellatrix after the meeting and forgot to mention it to him, but as Ted and Andromeda had stated, they didn't have her. That was enough for Harry to get worried, so he had sent word to Regulus to start looking for her and to ask Bones if she knew where Nymphadora could be. That was before Bellatrix had informed him that Nym was suddenly called to Dumbledore for something important.

That single piece of information was enough for Harry to put practically all the pieces together, and enough of a reason to tell Cassiopeia to start a locating ritual for Nym. Just as he was passing the fireplace for the hundredth time, it lit up and Regulus exited from it, dusting himself off quickly. Without allowing Henry to talk, he spoke up.

"Amelia doesn't know where Nym is, nor do her friends working there, but that's not all." He took a breath, clearly having been in a hurry. "Bones told me that she couldn't reach not only Nym, but also Hestia Jones and Kingsley Shacklebolt. Don't know about the former, but I've managed to track Kingsley down, but… It's safe to assume that the Order has discovered who their moles are."

"What did you find out?" Henry asked of him, already formulating a plan of his own.

"I've checked the list of Floo transportation out of Ministry's atrium, and found out that Kingsley used one to get to Grimmauld Twelve." Regulus spoke up. "I went there, but there was no sign of him, until I called Kreacher and had him tell me if Kingsley was there. He told me he wasn't, but he also told that Sirius had sabotaged the Floo place, and that he had sabotaged it purposefully. He even knocked Kreacher out when Elf saw him at work. And since Kingsley had used the Floo to travel to Grimmauld…"

"He was destroyed on a molecular level during transit. Fuck!" Henry cursed out loud, his magic also lashing out. "Bellatrix told me that Nym was suddenly called up by Dumbledore during their stay with Cornelia. They've planned to take them out at the same time, those goddamned sons of whoring bitches!"

"Hold on, it's quite possible that Nym is still alive. If she was dead, Arcturus would know about it within minutes and inform us, and so far he hasn't, since she is still on the family tree, and I saw her clear as day in Grimmauld while I was there." Regulus told Harry, who nodded to him. "What's the plan of action?"

"I've had Cassie start a ritual to find Nym. She should be done with it in an hour. Until then, you go to Amelia, inform her about all that has happened and make sure to give me a green light on whatever I'm about to do." Harry told Regulus, who nodded. "I'll call up my vassals and start mobilizing. If Nym's in Hogwarts, we'll… Do you feel that?" Both Regulus and Harry had suddenly sensed an immense shift in the magical energies, signaling that a source of tremendous power had appeared not far from them.

Before Regulus could speak up, the castle itself shook, nearly knocking the two grown men off their feet, while books from the bookshelves en mass. Having managed to stabilize themselves, Harry had only pure seconds to put up his most powerful barrier to shield himself and Regulus from a powerful blast of magical lighting coming down on them both from above. The red bright lighting practically burned its path through the roof and would've been enough to destroy them both, had Henry's training with Irene not kicked in. Dissipating the lighting, Harry put the barrier down and looked at Regulus, who spoke up.

"What the hell was that? I thought you told me that the castle and it's grounds are protected better than even Hogwarts." Regulus remarked, with Harry nodding to him.

"It's true, and the only way someone could've gone past the barriers and wards without me and Irene knowing would be through having Le Fay blood in their veins and being a member of my family." Harry told Regulus. "Go and find Rose, see to her safety. Cassie should be safe in her own lab. I'll go and take care of whoever wants to die today." Without wasting a second, Harry disappears from the study.

The very next second, Harry appeared right outside of the main gates into the Albion's Hearth's grounds. There on the open field, he saw the person that has dared to trespass and attack him in such a manner, only the sight of her had forced him to freeze up instantly from shock. It was a young woman, close to his own age, with flowing crimson like blood hair, a beautifully shaped face and turquoise colored eyes, which glowed in crimson red. She was dressed in red and golden robes, showing her beautiful figure and curves that could drive any young man mad with lust if uncovered.

The intruder looked strikingly similar to Irene herself, only younger and dressed in red and golden, but her power... Harry could feel the familiar sense of pressure put on his shoulders as he watched as the crimson energy danced in her hands. Even if her power wasn't close to Irene's, it was still more than enough to make him wish he had a bit of Demonic essence in him. The young woman looked at him with intense hatred and spoke up.

"So, you have gotten my message, usurper?" She asked of him. "I thought that you would look more impressive, for someone who has been able to usurp my birthright and House through deceit and dark magic."

"Lady, I don't bloody well know who you are, but let me tell you, that you've just attacked House Le Fay and as its Prince and Head, I'll have your head for this." Harry told her, while she laughed at him. "What's so funny?"

"You, who else?" She replied arrogantly to him." Head of House Le Fay and Prince, you?! Cur, how dare you to claim those titles for yourself?! For stealing my House and my rightful title, I shall have your head! Know that I, Rias Le Fay, daughter of Artorius Le Fay and Irene Belserion, rightful Head and Princess of House Le Fay have come to reclaim her rightful place and to destroy those that have dared to take from me!" Magical energy surged out of her, making the ground shake again at the sheer might of her.

And at that moment Henry had legitimately felt genuine and unfathomable fear for his life, as well as the desire to call upon Irene.

Which he mentally did the very next second…

Ugh, sorry that this is kinda of a short chapter when compared to others, but I'm running a nasty cold and my brain is suffering from headaches, so this is about all I can manage for now. I'll make sure to make a full sized 10k chap next, if I'll be in better shape.

Now, as for the elephant revealed just now, this is my story and I've decided to go there, so deal with it. Sorry if this is a bit rude, but I'm really feeling like shit right now, and I'm suffering from a lack of original ideas as a consequence.

So, SlashFan, my old colleague and hopefully friend, do take into the account, that this particularly poorly written move, especially when compared to my other twists, is done in a state when my brain suffers a metaphorical nuclear winter. Take that as an excuse, but I'm really not feeling all that well to even care. Other than that, glad to have you to review me, and I am glad that you all contribute your opinions to me. If you have a suggestion, question, or simply want to leave a review, do please be my guests.

Next time: House Le Fay Civil War…