AN: Whenever you're asked a question, whether it be in school or at work, if it be an easy or hard, just scream out as loud as you can: THE MULTIVERSE! as your reasoning for whatever the question may be.

Also there's a second AN down the bottom of the chapter Enjoy!

Chapter 16 – Orderly Chaos

Far away from the headquarters of the Order, Harry and Hermione were spending part of their holiday in France at the request of Fleur, who had offered the summer home to house them for the holidays.

Before settling down into the house though, both Harry and Hermione had requested something of their own to Fleur; if they could bring several 'magic' aware muggles.

Now normally Fleur would be very much opposed to such an idea but lately, her thoughts on the muggle population had begun to change slightly. Ever since she had sought out to find the book that Harry had told her to seek had changed her mindset somewhat.

"'Ow iz it zat zees muggles can see, let alone study magic 'Arry?"

Harry's eyes didn't leave the diagrams on the tome he was reading as Fleur's words reached him.

"You have read some of the book that I suggested yes? Well while they cannot see magic nor can they study it, this group of people study a power that by now, you know as the warp."

Harry could see a bit of recognition light up in her eyes as she processed his answer.

"Then tell me, what is your perspective of ze warp?"

"Change for those who want it, and for those that want it Fleur, they must show that they have the drive for what me and mine study. It is similar to magic in a way but much more powerful. I wanted to change my life from what it was, to what it is now and I did it through dedication."

Harry could see that his words had an effect on her as she sat down in a chair in the corner of the room and took out the book to read quietly.

As Harry's head turned back towards the book, he was interrupted by a brief flash of fire as his two owls landed on the table.

"And what do you two bring me this day I wonder?"

As he stared into both P'tarix and Xirap'ts' eyes, he delved into their very minds as he sought out the news that he had them sent out for, regarding several of his plans to further the plots of Tzeentch.

'Well, well, it seems that they have agreed and have pledged support, pockets are spreading through different regions. Everything is going as it is fated to. Also, it seems as though we shall have guests coming.'

As Harry finished gleaming this new knowledge, an astral image of Sarah flashed into his mind stating that they had guests.

"It seems as though we shall be having guests and we wouldn't want to keep them waiting for the entirety of our party." The group shared a small chuckle between them as he sent an astral message towards where Hermione had been for the past fortnight, he went back to back to his research.

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Throughout the club music was pumping loudly, alcohol was flowing from every tap, illicit pharmaceuticals were being given out and scantily clad women were dancing both in box cages above the dancing patrons and on the floor below.

In addition to the cages and dance floor, the club had an upstairs floor that catered towards those who wanted a more, physical, experience at the club that added to the experience and atmosphere of debauchery that was permeating everywhere.

However, at the very end of the top level, one that was only reserved for those who were privileged enough to enter, lay a room that should anyone go through, they would experience a sensation of their minds being cast adrift in a sea of endless pleasure alongside beings that held a sort of unnatural or ethereal beauty to them.

In reality, they just had an excess amount of alcohol and illicit substances that when combined with the powers of Slaanesh, would send them into a state where they would just want to party till they dropped or wanted to celebrate the being that gave them such a high.

Amongst the copious amount of half-naked bodies, opulent pillowed couches with banners draped across them stood a raised dais that held a fully naked couple, positioned in a way that gave the both of them the maximum amount of pleasure possible to achieve.

"Mmm, you are my most favourite of this lot my dear sweet Lisa."

Lisa moaned aloud as her partner suckled on her nipple with even more gusto than she had before, throwing her mind into more of a delirium as she reached the peak of her climax and came down with a thunderous crash.

As she looked into the eyes of her lover, Hermione sighed as she breathed deep the sensations and smells of ecstasy and excess that was currently happened around her. Several of the bodies that writhed in pleasure had already reached their peak and several more were beginning their exquisite journey into the final climb.

She let out another moan as a set of fingers slithered down and entered her body once more, moving with a slowness and sensuality that could only be described as sinfully unholy before speeding up to match the mouth that had latched onto her right nipple.

For what seemed like hours but was only a few minutes flew by as the creeping feeling of the next peak came into sight and was about to begin to roughen things up a bit to raise the fun side of things before she was very rudely interrupted by the face of not the deliciously firm flesh that she currently held in her arms, but the face of Harry, telling her that she was needed elsewhere that didn't sound at all as fun.

With a soft growl and glare at where Harry's head was, Hermione vanished from her pseudo-throne and reappeared, clean and clothed, next to Harry and glared at him with darkened pink eyes at his rudeness, leaving behind a chagrined Lisa, who squeaked when was Hermione vanished from her under.

"Really? You're mad at me for disrupting your fun time?"

Her only response was to ignore him for several minutes for responding. "I was in the middle of something thank you very much. Would you have enjoyed it if I interrupted you in an important moment?"

"True. But it is the time we appeared back in England dear sister, we are due for guests and we wouldn't want to disappoint them."

Harry turned around and with his group, exited the house and began to walk towards the edge of the property, to where the expected guests had arrived out of thin air.

"So this is where that cryptic message Harry gave to Sirius sent us to? Looks nothing more than a rundown building Moody, could the Headmaster have gotten it wrong?"

"Dumbledore doesn't make mistakes Nymphadora, the reason why it could be looking like a rundown building, is because of the numerous wards around the house. Anti-apparition, anti-port key, notice-me-not with more if not dozens layered together." Remus' words raised several eyebrows at the level of protection that their quarry was under.

As the group of wizards and witches began to spread out slightly to see where the limits of the protections went, the group within the protections just stared at them.

"For a man that has legends that speak about his constant spouting of constant vigilance combined with paranoia, right now it would be very easy to eliminate him," Harry spoke softly as he walked ever so softly right up to Moody, just in front of him but far enough to still conceal his presence.

"Or perhaps we just don't want to be found just yet. Also, they aren't what you'd consider normal magical protections." When Harry began speaking, the entire group of Order members, including Moody, jumped back in shock as they realised how close they had come to the property's protections.

"To what does a retired auror, a wolf, a shifter and co want with little old me?" Harry looked at each member of the opposing group with a calculated look, as if not looking at them but into them.

The Order members' eyes widened as they looked past the young man in front of them and realised that he wasn't alone as they had thought beforehand.

"Careful Potter, how do you know that we are who we really are eh boy? At least make sure we are the actual people before you casually dismiss us." Moody's casual threat did nothing to unnerve Harry and his group.

"You think I wouldn't be able to tell who was who within your group? Delusions Mr Moody, even if you weren't the real you, you could not take me."

"Is that a threat boy?" Moody's fake eye had firmly set on Harry's form with his hand almost twitching, ready to call his wand if things went south.

Despite Mad Eye Moody's love for shouting about constant vigilance, he hadn't realised that while he was doing his impression of growling lion, the group in front of him began to spread out slowly.

"Mr Moody, as much as you'd desire it, I don't-Fulgur!" In a split second, everyone had been watching the exchange between the two males before a shout of pain and a body being blasted back by a crack of lightning broke them from their trance.

While Tonks and Remus ran over to the slightly smoking Moody, Harry stood stock still with wand in hand. "You wanted a demonstration, Mr Moody. Should you request another, not even the changeling and nor the wolf can assist." Tonks froze for a second as she listened to Harry's words.

"Mad-Eye, I know what you're thinking and you're wrong, only the real Harry Potter has ever called me that and no one else. It's the real him."

Moody only snarled slightly at her words and picked himself back up and glared with his real eye. "Only someone with a hidden agenda fires at a wizard whilst they're talking. A real wizard would at least humour them with a duel first."

"There is no such thing as a real wizard though is there Moody? But as such, the two of us are in luck, you have come for me and I did promise to spend some time with Sirius as a godson should do with his godfather with Hermione involved so they can gossip about my social/love life. Shall we get going then? We wouldn't want to keep the old man waiting." Harry stared right at Moody, almost daring him to try something while the Order members cautiously walked closer towards him with hands on wands as if he was a dangerous criminal.

"Lupin, grab a hold of Granger while Tonks holds Potter. All ready? Alright then grab a hold of the port key and in three, two, one." With a wisp of wind, the group suddenly vanished, leaving the rest to carry on with their instructions and in Fleur's case, to carry on studying the thick book she was gifted.

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Across the country in what many called the City of Love, the French were going about their lives as to them it was a normal day, with couples showing their affection for another in public and tourists travelling via transport to see the wondrous potions Paris had to offer.

In the Gare de Saint-Michel train station, while both tourist and citizen alike were waiting for the next train, everything went quiet for a moment, as if time stood still in the eye of a tornado, as several men dressed in hooded jackets walked to the edge of the platform and turned around.

As the other people that were waiting for the train stared at them in confusion, only a scant few eyes widened in terror as they figured out what they intended to do but were powerless to stop them.

"ALLAHU AKBAR!"

Sound swept back into the tunnel with a resounding BOOM with the screams of the dead or wounded with some people just looked around, not knowing what had happened from one second to the next.

Later that day, as an Islamic terrorist group would take credit for the attack, jubilant in the knowledge that they had proven themselves worthy in the eyes of their god, no one could account to where the markings on the tunnel wall had come from.

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"What next to put in I wonder. What say you little one? Perhaps a piece rotten eagle owl flesh? Or maybe a putrid bear kidney?"

The excitable nurgling looked up with adoration as it realised that the creator was directing a question at him and not one of the others. With a small chitter of noise, the nurgling pointed its misshaped, rotten claw towards one of the creator's fingers.

"One of my fingers you say? Well, that certainly would bring a spice to things wouldn't it." With a loving stroke of his hand across the head of the nurgling, he grabbed the knife that was on the table beside him and sliced his right index finger.

As Neville watched his now fingerless stub, the finger that he sliced off dropped into the cauldron in front of him, bubbling with putrid green fumes and looking like something that had come out of the world's worst toilet system, but multiplied by an endless number.

With a small chuckle as he watched his little ones either dance around him in a circle or try to cup some of the overflow from the cauldron, Neville absentmindedly flexed his hand, regrowing his missing finger without a single blemish, at least on the outside.

"No luck thus far?"

Neville turned his head towards Susan, who had been staying over at the Longbottom manor for some of the holidays, and shook his head in the negative.

"But I am getting so close, I can just feel it coursing through my veins my dear, just waiting to be released and to be gifted to those who desperately cry out in anguish." Neville's statement caused the nurgling around them to dance even faster with more foul and repulsive liquids to splatter onto the floor.

"Never fear my champion, as with everything that atrophies with time, it will come eventually." Listening to the words of the Plague Father have the both of them a feeling of being in the embrace of a loving grandfather who always had some wise words to always listen to.

Just before Susan was about to suggest something else, she was interrupted by Neville's grandmother banging on the greenhouses door rather loudly.

"Neville? Neville!Oh, merlin damn that boy sometimes. I know you're still in the Neville, now come out of there, I have something important to discuss with you." The shrill, demanding voice grated on their ears as Neville turned towards the door, the illusionary magic on the side of his face beginning to fade, leaving behind the site of rotten, pustule-ridden flesh and a glare that threatened to reduce the door and the woman behind it, to a disease ridden corpse.

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As the port key deposited them onto a soft patch of grass, Moody had them up and almost running because of how fast he chose to walk and leave those behind to follow him as quick as they could.

While walking at their own pace, Harry and Hermione looked around the area that the port key had deposited them to. "So this is where the Black family has their seat of power? I must admit, I never thought a pureblood family such as theirs would choose such a mundane locale."

Tonks and Remus shared a looked between them and gave the area they were in a quick sweep of their eyes, almost as if they were searching for eavesdroppers that could overhear them.

"Well considering the Black family has gone down in the world of purebloods Harry, I wouldn't necessarily count out the family home. Powerful wards and protections cover it so discount some of the family if you want, but don't discount the place they grew up in, the Blacks were a powerful once." Tonks said with a small grimace, remembering what her mother had told her the tales of when she grew up in the family.

Before Harry could say anything more, Moody thrust a piece of paper towards him with a grunt, clearly expecting him to read it quickly. "I hate to disappoint you Moody but that is not necessary. Sirius already let me in on the secret utilising Black family magic."

Almost the entire group stared at him with incredulous eyes before following him as he walked up towards where the hidden house lay, knocked slightly on the door before casually entering with a small smirk in place.

"Dreary home sweet home eh?"

With a smile that almost split his face wide open, Harry almost ran towards Sirius and hugged him with a strength that slightly surprised Sirius as he certainly didn't seem that strong last year.

"Welcome back Harry." Just before Sirius could say any more, Tonks ruined the moment by tripping over troll foot, leading to a portrait on the wall to begin screeching and shouting at anything that came within her vision.

"Ah, it seems you managed to bring young Harry and Miss Granger back from their holidays. How about we retire to the kitchen for some tea?" The voice of Albus Dumbledore further ruined the moment for Harry as the rest of the group chose to follow the old man's words.

As Harry and Hermione walked past the portrait, they casually looked around and with some surprise, noticed Ginny Weasley standing at the top of the stairs, watching with hidden amusement.

With every member of the reallocation party sitting in the now slightly overcrowded kitchen, Harry decided to take the chair directly opposite of where Dumbledore has chosen, amusement clearly plastered on his face as he saw the disgruntled or annoyed looks from the order members and slight amusement from Sirius at his decision of seat.

"Well, it seems as if our presence has interrupted something, my dear Hermione. Do continue your meeting of the Order, don't let our appearance hold you up or anything."

At his words, grumbles began to spread throughout the crowd, believing he was trying to be a nuisance because of his arrogance i.e. Snape, or the very limited side was small bouts of laughter because of his aura of nonchalance.

Either way, Albus could feel the beginnings of a headache coming on from the arrival of the prophesied one and his companion.

Now that the influence of the warp has grown even more to inspire terror across Europe, how far will it go before any measures can be taken to halt its progress? With Fleur being influenced, how far will it go? Will it spread further across her species? What was Harry researching during his stay at the summer house? What was Neville trying to create with Susan in the cauldron before being interrupted? Find out next time on The Affliction!

AN2: I have put a poll in my profile about which race you, the readers, would like to see in the story in the future and I'm looking forward to seeing what the results might be.

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