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Quick Note: I have no idea where that attack came from in the last chapter, it wasn't planned. Hopefully, my fingers don't keep running away with this story, but who knows what will happen if they take over like yesterday. Also, I know that I misspelled Crabbe, but it was for a reason. Also, I did get to see the new Fantastic Beasts movie, and it shows a bit of Nagini's past, so I'm using it.

Shinigami: I'm not sure that he ordered the hit, but there's a chance that he was involved. They won't get off Scott-free, but it may be a bit until they get brought to justice. Goyle did squeal enough to give them a head start, and Crabbe is supposedly smarter than Goyle, even if neither have the strategic mind of Lucius Malfoy. There will be some Jr Death Eaters, but... Well, spoilers. ;)

D C JoKeR H S: Yeah, I just came up with it on the fly. I don't know why, but the Weasley twin's coined name for them just didn't fit. Not so sure it's the end for Delores, just yet. Yes, the Death Eaters will get what's coming to them, and the Holmes/Watson trio will lead the way, but it may be a bit before we get there. I'm not sure my fingers will let me get that far.

FANactic Writer: As much as I dislike Umbridge... Well, you'll just have to read this chapter to find out.

A Change of Faith

Inside the grand Malfoy Manor, Peter Pettigrew shivered as he wriggled in Lucius' pocket, yet again. Someone definitely was wishing his death, or they had jinxed him. At least he had Lucius to protect him, for now.

Lucius scowled as he thought aloud about the rat and what he'd ordered him to do, "How incompetent are you?! I asked you to get a party together to observe that house on Bakers Street! Not to mention the attack on that village in Japan! Do you purposefully not pay attention to the details?! You got Blythe Umbridge killed! Delores is going to be weeping at my heels for days about her mother! Not to mention that the Minister is going to ask questions about why Yaxley got wounded by a muggle machine! He's a bloody Auror! Do better, or I'll-"

"Father, who were you talking to?" a young blonde boy entered the room warily.

"Draco," Lucius quickly composed himself. "What are you doing here?"

"The elf said that you needed me before mother called us for supper," Draco responded worriedly.

"I did? So, I did," Lucius gathered his thoughts quickly. "I needed to talk to you about your year at Hogwarts. I need you to watch Potter like a hawk, if he shows up. It appears that he's gained a new guardian, and they aren't from England. See that you ingratiate yourself to them at the station, if you can."

"Of course, father," Draco nodded his head respectfully. "Father, who were you talking before I arrived?"

"I was floo-calling Crabbe," Lucius stated. "Also, Draco, it is perfectly acceptable to talk to oneself, as long as one does not answer oneself aloud."

"Yes father," Draco agreed.

"Also, your mother isn't to know of this conversation, is that understood?" Lucius ordered.

"Yes father," Draco echoed his earlier sentiment, but something didn't sit right with him. It was almost as if his father was hiding something from him, and if that something had to do with Potter... Well, Draco would have to see which side benefited him best, he was a Slytherin, after all.

Back at the hotel in London, Ron sighed tiredly as he finally got the move right. It had taken him hours just to master one single move. Ginny, the twins, and even Harry had mastered multiple ones. He was angry and an angry Weasley wasn't a happy Weasley.

Luckily, Mousse noticed Ron's behavior and made his way over, "Yo. I noticed that you're more like me. At least, strategy wise. I want to try teaching you a few things. Ranma's great at getting people to learn the basics, but sometimes he doesn't get that he can frustrate people to no end."

"Really? Will I learn more quickly, like Harry and Ginny?" Ron asked assessingly.

"Maybe, we won't know until we try," Mousse shrugged. "Besides, maybe you can teach me a few new strategies. Ranma always rushes in and then acts."

"Harry too," Ron nodded in understanding. "Okay, so let's get to it."

In the interrogation/torture room in Namimori...

"When do you think we should go back to England?" Fon asked Shamal.

"Within the next two to three days. Harry will be off to school in less than a week, so we don't have much time to keep him safe," Shamal shrugged. "At least, that's what Tsuyoshi told me."

"Can the girls handle the trip?" Reborn frowned.

"It might set them back a bit, but it's for the best," Shamal stated. "We just have to wait for that healer to get here..."

"I'm here, who needs healing?" a young womman stepped out of the shadows, a scowl on her face.

"Healer Tyler?" Shamal asked curiously.

"Yes. Now, is that my patient or is it Shaklebolt's prisoner?" Healer Tyler was a handsome woman, around her mid thirties, with a no-nonsense attitude, and a wicked look in her blue eyes that emphasized her blonde hair. Her shadow was a man with skin as dark as ebony, and eyes that one could tell were often filled with joy and laughter.

"This is the prisoner, I'll direct you to your patients," Shamal stated calmly, as he led the Healer to the room where the first two girls were with Skull. He knew that Diana probably needed the healer more than the other two, but waiting wouldn't harm her condition. "Healer Tyler, this is Melody and Joy Jackson, and their friend, Skull."

"A pleasure. Now, shall we get on with your exams, dears? Men out," Healer Tyler ordered.

"NO!" Joy screamed as she latched onto Skull.

Skull blinked in surprise, but stayed with Joy. Something about the Healer had frightened her. What it was, only Joy knew. But Skull wouldn't leave them for hell of high water.

Voldemort/Nagini had finally made it to France. Of course, some things seemed highly familiar to the Nagini side of him. Voldemort had known that she was something special before he'd decided to invade her body, but these memories were... Strange, to say the least. Crowds cheering and booing her. An angry Circus Headman. A young boy that looked a lot like Voldemort had in his youth. The name of the boy was almost on their lips, they just couldn't remember...

Back at Malfoy Manor, Draco watched as his father struck his mother, yet again over nothing. Draco's fist clenched, "When I find out who is trustworthy, you will be ended, father."