DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The storyline and all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property. Glorioux

A/n A note: pretty soon, after the first part ends, I will move to the original fiction. The original has many readers waiting.

Please note that this version has several changes. The last version had some holes that I hadn't seen, and they are corrected here, hence a different outcome.

My apology to everyone for not answering many reviews, I've been fighting an illness, hopefully well soon. Much love to all.

Old Sins. New Dangers

The Dark Tower's Lord

Gellert stood frozen looking at the monstrosity moving towards him. With great difficulty, Gellert lifted the live blob with a piece of a scroll, and he threw it into the ocean by opening the barred window, the little that was allowed. Right away, he heard a loud screech that froze his blood.

That had been inside of him, near his heart. He knew it to be symbolic, the rot inside of him. They were the remains of dark magic and evil which had made his soul their residence. Indeed, he was sure that there were more of the same monsters residing inside of him. He wanted them gone.

He was sick, once again. He could feel the things crawling in his insides, and he howled with desperation. He ran to the loo and was sick for what felt like hours. He knew what had come up his throat, and wished there was a way to get rid of them.

For the first time in his life, he was afraid to die. The blob was a piece of his soul, and he didn't want to meet what had created something like that. A load of his sins weighed heavily upon him. He wanted them out of him; he wanted a chance, and Albus would make sure that he didn't have one.

He tried to calm himself. The assorted biscuits were inside a tin; so he chose one with hazelnut chocolate. He took a bite and closed his eyes, hazelnut chocolate, his wife's favorite. The minx used to eat it as others drank brandy. He smiled at the naughty memories of his slightly intoxicated wife playing with him. The images made him feel better.

Afterwards, he opened the niche behind the wall stones and stashed all his treasures, but left one of the pictures outside. He would not be alone any longer.

Finally, he opened the small book, a magical one, with moving pictures. Ah now, it made all sense. "Let the Healer Pixie…" It was a children's book, a copy of the Healer Pixie. He smiled remembering reading it to his little ones. He understood, his Mimi was the Healer Pixie, so full of goodness. They all were.

He prayed that Albus never laid his eyes on his babies because he would recognize at least one of them, he would have to come clean. He looked at the picture.

The pictures brought him memories of his children who looked so much like him, and of the witch who had loved him expecting little in return. However, he had been crazy for her, just too full of himself. How he wished to have her in his arms just once more.

The young women...hmm, they had to be his granddaughters that he had never seen before. They were beautiful, and one looked like his sister Marguerite.

His sister had been so good, not like him, she was kind and never hurt anyone. She had nearly married that boy before he had been murdered. His name was hmm… he couldn't remember. He had heard rumors that she had a baby and hidden it from him. Who was that boy, something was bothering him, it was related to Marguerite's young wizard, why?

He looked at the others, oh no, one of the young witches closely resembled his wife's mother, no, that wouldn't do. They must have grown up during the years when he was so sick. And Evie, oh dear, he was a fool, Evie was her wife's mother when she was her age but for the hair; Albus couldn't see her. They all had to hide; they were in danger.

Was he daft? His wife was also her mother, but for the hair. His family must hide, as soon as possible. His grandson, the tall wizard was himself with curly hair. Albus would recognize him; not only him; he would recognize them all.

They were all beautiful. His flower, Marguerite was some of both, she resembled her mother but not much. The little girls were lovely, and if you looked carefully, there were pieces of everyone on them.

His little mage had his wife's heart-shaped face, the boy he wasn't sure, but the hair color and the eyes were from him.

He crawled on his cot, put the picture under the thin pillow, and tried to go to sleep. It was getting too dark to read. However, his mind wouldn't stop. He needed to think of the door. How had it formed?

Grindelwald couldn't go to sleep. He worried that the children had not learned not to go into places they shouldn't. What if? The worry started invading his mind, and the fear that the dark creatures would take them made him scared. Love turned you into a coward.

Evie had pushed all she had found, the last things that Gellert did not see until later were, the second of the grandfather's slippers, his lap blanket, and, goodness, a fluffy square pillow. They were "stuck" somewhere; now he had two small blankets a warm jumper, a pillow, and warm slippers.

Evie had also 'send,' a half-eaten biscuit, half a sandwich, an orange, a banana, her Grandmother's hand lotion, eye drops, a nearly filled crossword puzzle, thin paper napkins, three pencils, an eraser, a teaspoon, a coaster, a ball of yarn, a tin of mints, knitting needles, and an old pipe made of a rare wood and ivory. He guessed she had lifted all in sight; the image made him chuckle.

He ate the sandwich, and the half biscuit, delicious. They cleared the last of the bile.

He felt the richest of men, the luckiest of wizards, and a blessed one, even if he didn't deserve it.

He knew he had read about Mages somewhere...probably legends, but you couldn't acquire the ability, you were born with it. No wonder, the blood that ran through their veins was a gift. He would need to tell them one day, but first, he needed to make amends. They didn't know who they were.

He thought again of Mimi's magic, it indeed had been amazing, but more than likely she had used the children's combined powers, to move through 'doors' that she visualized. And to top it all, she had made her great-grandfather feel better. He loved his babies, all of them.

Admittedly, that brand of controlled magic should not have made its appearance this early; it troubled him to know that such powers could be used by a power seeker, a Dark seeker just as he had been. He needed to leave but how?

If he could make a plan with them, it might work. He needed to figure out how to communicate with them.

He could do a lot if he had a few more items and a wand. True, he now had materials, and he could try to make one, or maybe the children could bring him one.

Perhaps in the course of the next years, he could leave with Mimi. Years? He wanted out of there now; he wanted his family. He wanted to hold his grandbabies whenever he wished. He wanted to keep evil away from them.

A plan started forming; he would leave a dead wizard, a Gollum, maybe half-burnt, presumably killed by an old enemy. And he would go away with Mimi. He was sure that the doors Mimi saw were untraceable.

Fear got a hold of him, his babies, they had nearly been caught by Dumbledore. He had to "talk" to his daughter. He concentrated, afraid for them; and he kept on trying until he finally reached her, the connection was faint.

He saw others around her. They were fuzzy, but it made him happy.

"Tell them not to come back, unless I send a message. Better - never come back; they must stay away from places they don't know. They might be in danger. Tell them Opa Gellert loves his gifts-" and he said a few more things. They needed to be afraid.

If he could make a plan with them, it might work. He needed to figure out how to communicate with them better. He sighed, having something to hope for was a great feeling, he decided.

Payback begins

Lucius and Narcissa were back. Hermione was already crossed with Draco. And even worse when she found out that she couldn't read. Remus had told them when the Tonks had left, "No reading, supper soon, and no books until bedtime."

"Remi, that's not fair. Why don't you punish Draco for being mean."

Lucius heard the exchange, "Point well taken, being mean is in bad form, so my little wizard, no ice cream tonight."

Harry and Frankie were waiting by the Floo and heard the exchange, and both saw Hermione's happy smile. Too bad that she wasn't wasn't sure what had happened or who to side with. Frankie went straight to his cousin when he saw Draco's apparent fall from grace. He was ready to claim Hermione, his big cousin.

As they walked away from earshot, "Let's play in my room," she held Harry and Frankie's hands.

Draco quit arguing and ran after them. "Wait," when he caught up with them, with all the dogs plus the owls in tow, he tried to get between her and Frankie.

"Frankie, she is my fansee," he said when Frankie wouldn't let go.

"I am not, you're mean and laughed when Pinky was nasty with me."

Gellert Talks

Several sat around with Marguerite, and those in the room heard.

Gellert contacted her and told them as much as he could. However, it was garbled and hard to understand. Nevertheless, after they heard the entire story, everyone was horrified. Albus had nearly caught the children, and he told them of the bad blood between him and Albus.

They needed to teach them not to go into unknown places. Once again, Hermione had done something they considered impossible, and probably the power of all of them had worked together, they were able to apparate beyond what current Wizarding knowledge deemed possible.

"My grandfather often told us of mages. They can travel through the doors that they are able to create to anyplace in the entire world. All that is needed is a person or an object to anchor them. That is what she does, she 'sees' a place and creates a door; a great gift that could be entirely too dangerous in the hands of an innocent young child."

Rabastan's face showed concern after sharing his knowledge with them. He understood the need to protect the children for more than reasons of safety. Such power would be needed in the fight against of the Dark Lord, whose second coming was unavoidable. Never mind others would try to use them.

"Wards, we need to create wards around them, so they cannot leave the perimeter without an adult. My fathers used to do that." Rodolphus suggested who understood Rab's concerns.

"I don't think that wards will stop them, but we must try," was Remus' answer. They didn't know Mimi's abilities; he remembered when she had told him Fenrir was his wolf's maker.

Not indeed, they had no idea, Remus thought. They hadn't seen him tied to a tree, and she didn't have a wand. Only a few had seen the healings; he knew that wards were probably a waste of time. Hermione now aided by Frankie and the other powerful magical children were going to be a challenge, and only watching would help.

Everyone was quiet thinking that Gellert's advice could go a long way. Of course, hearing his voice made them acknowledge of how dangerous the powerful wizard was. The irony of it all was that his legacy lived on, and his descendants had rescued a young wizard from the clutches of his nemesis, of one who had fought on the side of the Light.

The lines between the dark and the light had become meshed and blurred, which made it hard to discern who the good or the bad wizards were. However, Voldemort was a threat to everyone, a monster who was partly Albus' own creation. Albus whose motives were mostly good, but not so the methods to achieve his goals; there were highly questionable if not outright wrong.

Albus list of sins was long and dark, but they only knew a few, namely: the way he had dealt with Sirius' innocence; his irresponsible neglect of Harry to make him grow in pain; planting discord at homes by setting a spouse to spy on the other and destroying a good marriage; his wanting to control everyone; holding evidence about the Lestrange; and now keeping Gellert prisoner without a trial.

Not to mention all his other shortcomings, it all made him another kind of dangerous Wizard they had to fight, never mind eye twinkle or not. He had turned into a Light Lord if there was such a term, a tyrant, a self-righteous wizard, dangerous to many of them. Albus had really lost his way.

As far as the blood wards needed to protect Harry, they needed to have a solution and soon. They hoped Grant and Sirius had news for them.

They were talking when a human ball made up of four children just pop in the middle of the room. Almost by the place where they had gone before to see Gellert.

"They were all taking a nap, and the elves were with them," Remus told them. As he was saying minutes before, they were a force that needed watching.

The children weren't playing; it was a full-blown melee.

8Remus got up quickly, "What is going on here?"

Harry was the voice of reason and was separating Draco and Frankie, and Hermione...who was also pushing Draco. Harry was punched a few times trying to restore the peace.

A couple of seconds later, Evie appeared at the same place, right by Harry, and was about to get hurt.

Remus was ready to break the fight when he hit a wall. What? He realized that the children were inside a bubble. He saw Hermione's fingers moving; the tiny hellion was keeping him outside. His eyes narrowed, his control was dwindling, fast.

The other adults were speechless, what was going on? How powerful were the children? And why had Evie appeared later?

Remus had it; the two boys were fighting hard. Darn, he swore that Frankie was growling, and he saw Draco all puffed up.

"Young Lady, you, Miss Mimi, I am counting to two, drop what you are doing, or there is no storytelling, or reading for a couple of days or much longer."

Remus tried to reach once more and was zapped. Now, he was mad.

The adults watched with mixed feelings. Lucius saw how Draco was getting his comeuppances and had to control a grin.

Remus was left by the others to correct the situation.

"One...T..."

Hermione screamed over the noise. "I'm doing 'nophing,'"and raised her hands. Right away, the 'bubble,' dissolved.

Remus was among the fighters in two steps and was surprised when he felt their strength, but even more when he saw Frankie's eyes, nearly gold but already changing to his normal color. Moony noticed as well, Cub's eyes! Remus wasn't so sure; it wasn't possible. (w-55)

Harry said it all, very fast, "Mimi tolds 'Dwaco,' "go and marry Pinkie when you are old, and I marry my cousin. You're ugly and mean."

Remus was about to laugh, "Mimi, is it true? You are already in trouble, no reading tonight."

She shrugged her shoulders, "Yes, because he was mean," and she closed her lips.

The boys were spent, scratched, bruised, and Draco's mouth bleeding. Remus noticed, one of his teeth was knocked out, hanging by a thread.

Narcissa already coming to see Draco exclaimed, "What happened to your tooth?"

Jeanie ran and with a hankie pushed the tooth back in its socket. "There," the tooth was fine and the bleeding stopped. No wand, no charm, only her healing hand and her experience. Others took notice.

Ellie came over and healed Frankie with her wand. She didn't want to intervene otherwise.

Once that all was calmer, Remus asked the others to let him handle the children. He was their caretaker after all.

"This, I have to watch," Lucius smirked.

Remus had them all stand in front of him, like little soldiers. Hermione stood on one side, Frankie next to her, then Harry and Draco on the other side. Evie pushed her way in and held Harry's hand. He was her favorite.

"How did you all come here?" Remus looked at them.

They all looked away, but Evie said, "Mimi open."

Remus looked at Evie, an informant with limited vocabulary, yet useful. The next words chilled them all.

"Mimi open to Opa Gelli." Evie nodded her head as she told on the others.

"Were you all trying to go back after we said you needed to ask?" Remus' tone was none too friendly.

Harry volunteered, "Mimi wanted to leave 'Dwaco' with Opa for being nasty 'whiff' Pinky. Opa is in a place for naughty wizards."

Rabastan and Rodolphus turned green. Everyone understood the implications. What if they had landed somewhere else?

Remus growled, Moony wanted to nip Mimi, she must learn a lesson. Remus didn't disagree, not entirely.

"Not true, I was 'ascaring' him. I cannot see that door now." She wasn't telling the truth, Remus sensed.

Jeanie had it with Hermione. "Threatening Draco with sending him away is not nice at all. You will never, ever, do that again. You must promise it right now. What you did was wrong, and making Frankie and Draco fight is nasty."

Hermione stood ground and looked at Draco, "Is your fault!" She insisted.

Draco saw the hurt in her eyes, and even at that age, he understood that he had to apologize, "I'm sorry Mimi, okay?"

To all's amazement, just like that, they were friends again, she grinned and said "Okay." And to the adults, "Can we play here?"

Draco not missing a step quickly asked, while grabbing her hand. "Are you my 'fansee' again?" The older wizards chuckled.

"Yes dear, you're always one." She answered, non committal.

Several things became clear, Hermione could open doors at will, perhaps even conjure them. Evie could see them as well, and maybe Frankie. Hermione held grudges, and Draco could easily hurt her. Mostly she was a child and when upset who knew what could happen; such power held by children was dangerous because they would be easy prey.

Remus knew it; the wards would do nothing, what they needed to do was to watch them, and to teach them well. Hopefully, they would obey.

Lucius came by the children and hugged Draco, "No fighting, I am glad that you apologized. Making fun of your friends is not something you should do."

"Aha," he said as he ran to play. The squabble was solved, Draco had been suitably chastised, and all was apparently well. It was until Marguerite spoke, she sounded troubled.

"That was the very spot where they showed up before, when they went to see my father." She pointed at the place where they had appeared minutes before.

They all came to the same conclusion, Hermione's plan had been to 'drop' Draco with Gellert.

They were all afraid, what to do? They all wished that they hadn't heard the next words.

Evie said aloud, "Mimi, now, we go to Opa, okay?" Most of them heard the answer, "Shh, later, don't say it here. Shh! I 'tolds' you, it is a secret. If they know, we cannot go."

Evie giggled, "I go see Opa." She sounded confident. Did she mean alone?

And where were Grant and Sirius?

A/N oh, oh. Hermione is too smart and the adults have to stay on their toes; but she will be punished, rest assured. Remus has their number, I think. Poor Harry, I don't think his patience will last.