I don't own KHR, HP, Sherlock, or Ranma 1/2!
Quick Note: Sorry I didn't post/write yesterday. There were a lot of issues, but I do plan to get this up today! Funny thing, 21 & 13 are my lucky numbers. Also, I've nothing against the French, it's just Sherlock being blatantly obvious on Voldemort's French-to-English translation.
D C JoKeR H S: Bel is his own person, and a bit cat-like, if you look at a Panther or Tiger as a house-cat, but that's pretty much all of the Varia. Loveable, but deadly.
Weasley Machinations
Harry didn't know exactly what was going on, but he knew that Ron was a brilliant chess player, and if he said that Dumbledore was pulling their strings, like a puppet master... Well then, everything was starting to make sense, "Dumbledore was avoiding us last year. He knew about the Chamber, and the fact that Lockhart was a fraud. He still hired him. I think McGonagall was pressured into not listening to us, because she claimed to have learned to listen to us more in first year."
"So, your cousin thinks we're under loyalty potions to Dumbledore, so as not to question his schemes?" Percy frowned.
"That's pretty diabolical," the twins scowled.
"Who better to make sure that the light has more foot-soldiers?" Ron snorted in annoyance and realization, "All he had to do was get us to fall in line and half the bleeding light side will join up. Weasley isn't a big name, like Potter, but we hold clout for being honest and righteous."
"Some would claim that that alone would be a big draw," Mai pointed out.
"Madam Bones, what say you?" Percy asked cautiously.
"I think that a trip to the Goblins wouldn't be remiss... Also, I'd best do the same. Albus has stopped over quite frequently to my office of late," Amelia frowned.
"So, the question is, how'd he dose you, if you are dosed?" Tsuna brought up the big question.
Surprisingly, it was Ranma who offered insight, "Anything that he offers as food or drink is suspect."
"Tea," Amelia scowled.
"Lemon drops," the rest of the Wizarding children stated in unison.
"Both," Molly Weasley paled in horror. She knew it was possibly true, but something kept her doubting that Dumbledore was purer than fresh dropped snow, "But it's impossible! He's Dumbledore! He'd never-"
"That could be the potion talking," Percy grumbled. "Fred, George, let's get Mum to Gringotts. I doubt we'll be able to afford the cleanse-"
"Percival, Frederic, George," Nana stopped the three of them, and handed them a card. "Ask for Ripear, and tell him that Nana sent you. Also, tell him to use the Black-Yamamoto account."
"Black?" the twins blinked at her in confusion.
Percy stared at her for a moment and nodded in understanding, "You have our eternal gratitude. Ronald, watch over Ginny. Can we count on you to watch over our younger siblings until our father arrives?"
"Consider it done," Tsuyoshi nodded to the young man.
"Yeah, dad'll slice 'n' dice anyone that threatens them!" Takashi laughed, making the Weasley children glance from him to his father, nervously, and edge away.
"Kashi-kun, you're scaring the wizard-lings," Nana chided gently. "Percival, you have our word that no harm will come to your siblings."
"Thank you," Percy curtly nodded at her, before he ushered his mum into the house to use the floo, and get her to Gringotts. Fred and George were on his heels.
"So, does anyone have a plan on what to do when dad gets here? Isn't he likely to be under loyalty potions too?" Ginny asked worriedly.
"It's possible," Tsuna replied thoughtfully.
"We should make sure that Madam Bones takes dad to Gringotts, to get checked out. Can't hurt, right mate?" Ron turned to Harry for confirmation.
"Right," Harry agreed. "Nana, do you think the Weasley's will be safe from Dumbledore or the Death Eaters?"
"We started a plan, to help our family, thanks to you all," Ron stated confidently. "Now we just need to figure out what's our next step in getting rid of Dumbledore."
"Not to mention taking down Voldemort," Ginny added. "You can't take Dumbledore down first, unless you're ready to trap Voldemort. It was bad enough when I was dealing with Tom. Tom has a healthy fear of Dumbledore."
"Ginny, you're a genius!" Ron yelped happily, "We can take out Dumbledore, before we take out Voldemort, and it can all be a trap for both of them!"
"You going to let us in on the plan, herbivore?" Kyoya snorted in annoyance at the red-headed male.
"Well-"
"Will Bel get to kill? Shishishi!" Bel snickered hopefully.
"Bel, not those two," Nana stated calmly. "We need to get back to base to read Reborn's intel. Viper, could you hang onto these, until we're at a safe local?"
"My pleasure," Viper smirked.
Still deep in the forests in Albania...
Voldemort/Nagini swayed through the underbrush as he/she made their way through the wilderness of the Albanian Forest. He was already plotting away. Harry Potter would die, after he took care of his so-called most loyal that managed to escape the noose. First, he'd free his followers in Azkaban and then, he'd take care of his deserters. Severus was most likely playing his role as spy, so he would be exempt, if he could potion him up a way to return to his human form. Yes! That would be Severus' saving grace, or Severus Snape would be Voldemort/Nagini's lunch!
A few hours later...
"So, now that we have a basis of a plan-" Ron began, only to be interrupted by his father coming out of the house.
"Ron! Ginny! Where's your mother and brothers?" Mr. Weasley questioned worriedly.
"Hello, Mr. Weasley, my name is Nana Yamamoto. I am Harry's new guardian, as well as his cousin. Your wife and sons left to go to Gringotts. We were waiting for you, so that we could follow them. Your wife had to have a potion purged from her system," Nana gently filled him in on some of the information that they had figured out.
"Why wouldn't she go to St. Mungos?" Mr. Weasley blinked at Nana in confusion.
"Arthur," Amelia sighed as she got his attention. "It appears as though many people may have been dosed with a loyalty potion, you and I included."
"Amelia, are you certain?" Arthur frowned, "Why would they want a loyalty potion for me?"
"Weasley's may not have a lot of money, but they have ingenuity, power, and allies," Amelia pointed out.
"Who would-" Arthur frowned worriedly.
"Dumbledore," Harry grimaced.
"What?!" Arthur gaped at Harry in shock, "Harry, he's done his best by you and-"
"Mr. Weasley, I think it's time we all followed your wife's example and head to Gringotts. If nothing else, but to check on her, Percival, and the twins," Nana stated calmly.
Arthur Weasley blinked at Nana in surprise. The new caretaker of Harry Potter was a woman, with many children, money, and what looked like a mini-army of strange bodyguards, "I'm not sure I should-"
"Shishishi! The peasant is afraid of Boss and Mama!" Bel snickered.
"Bel-chan, behave," Lussuria chided.
"Sorella, do I have to?" Bel pouted.
"If you don't I'll let Nonna deal with you," Xanxus aka Boss snorted in annoyance, before he hit Squalo on the head.
"Fine."
"VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOI! What was that for shitty-Boss!"
"Squalo! Language!" Nana chided the vulgar swordsman. "Xan-kun, show a better example for your nephews and nieces."
"Sorry Nana," Squalo grumbled.
"Sorry sorella," Xanxus mumbled, a splash of red on his cheeks.
"Are you sure, Amelia?" Arthur Weasley pressed the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement (DMLE).
"I'm positive," Amelia sighed as Sirius continued to try to get her attention.
"Black!" Arthur Weasley growled out and pointed his wand at Sirius.
Before he could rattle off a spell, Ranma swooped over, grabbed Sirius and dragged him behind Amelia, "Lady, can you tell him to stand down? That Sirius is innocent and get it all out of the way?"
"Of course," Amelia blinked in surprise at how quickly the boy moved. "Arthur, Sirius is innocent and Pettigrew was found in your home, hidden. I know that you had nothing to do with his presence, but it would be lovely if you would stop aiming your wand at me."
"Well done!" Sherlock chuckled, "The Weaslebees are now all on the same page, and we're one step closer to tackling this French menace idiot and an old codger bumblebee."
"I think you meant Voldemort and Dumbledore, brother," Mycroft sighed. "Apologies to anyone who has French roots."
"Politically correct arsewipe," Sherlock snorted at his brother.
"Sherlock, children are present," John Watson chided.
"Fine, politically correct fool. John, it just doesn't have the same fluidity," Sherlock pouted at his friend.
"Hang the fluidity and focus on not shouting out foul language when children are present!" John glared at him.
"Very well, John," Sherlock sighed tiredly, as he continued to pout.
"Shishishi," Bel snickered as he slunk up behind Sherlock. "The Prince likes you."
"I realize that you are a fellow highly functioning sociopath, but I do believe that that is where our paths diverge," Sherlock stated.
"Sherlock," Mycroft groaned. "Don't start."
"Yes, mummy," Sherlock sniped.