Author Notes: The story veers even further from canon into AU territory. If you were hoping we would stay on the canon tracks abandon all hope.
The five of them woke up the next morning as sunlight streamed in. They had not engaged in an orgy but they had cuddled and wound up in a rather large pile as hands and mouths pleased each other. Harry was happy to see that he and Neville had Luna and Lavender between them with Hermione across the two girls.
Disentangling themselves Harry stopped suddenly as he saw the ancient elf wearing a dirty gray unmarked towel staring at them. As the school elves wore belted towels with the school symbol on them like a surcoat he knew this was not one of them.
"Who are you?" Harry asked as his friends all turned to see what he was staring at.
"Kreacher is Kreacher. Kreacher is elf of Harry Potter now that Master Black is dead."
Harry blinked in surprise, "Master Black? You mean Sirius Black?"
"Master Black. Yes. Sirius Black was Master Black. Kreacher is now Harry Potter elf." He looked at Harry disgustedly like he was not impressed with Harry's intelligence.
"Okay I get that. But what am I supposed to do with you?"
"Kreacher serves Harry Potter. Harry Potter does not know rules of being master?"
Harry shook his head, "No not really."
Neville cleared his throat, "Elves have to obey their master. Elves cannot harm their master or allow their master to come to harm. Elves cannot directly harm another wizard or witch. That's pretty much the big ones Harry."
"Okay. So you're here because Sirius is dead? How did he die?"
"Master Black drove his car into Malfoy house. Master go BOOM! Malfoy house go BOOM!" Kreacher proudly stated then laughed maniacally.
Harry and the others looked at the laughing elf with a bit of trepidation. When he stopped laughing he looked at Harry, "Master said to give each letters. Kreacher now give each letters." The aged elf reached into a pouch they had not noticed around his neck and flinched slightly when he pulled five envelopes out. Handing one to each of them he stood quietly aside.
Harry carefully checked for traps or curses, Hermione double checking for a few other baleful spells or creative uses of less than lethal spells. Harry's envelope had a vault key fall out of it when he opened the letter within.
"Dear Harry, I know I have not been a very good godfather. I messed things up way back when and wasted too many good years in Azkaban. There is nothing I can do to make up for that but I hope the reduction in the Death Eaters you'll have to deal with will help. Plus This is the key to my vault. The Gobbies have already been given a notice that I am leaving almost everything to you. Including the lordship. Sorry to do that to you little buddy but I know you'll make it mean something once again. Kreacher is a sneaky little git but he can be loyal. Just let him gnaw on a few enemies every so often and he'll be quite happy to serve. He can take you to the lair where there is a lot of neat toys and stuff to help you and your friends. I don't know what else to say Harry. You were a beautiful little baby. I loved your dad better than I loved my own brother. The words I'm sorry do not even begin to forgive me. Take care of your friends. Love your women and your brother. Do better than I did. After knowing your father I am certain you will. Love your godfather Sirius Black."
"Harry you have a lair according to this." Neville said.
"Yeah I noticed. What do your letters say?"
"Mine talks about how much I reminded him of your mother. How he likes my parents and said they're nice people." Hermione said softly.
"Mine was rather personal." Was all Luna would say as she folded it up. Lavender smiled but also placed hers in the pocket of her dress.
"So should we check and see what the Death Eaters in charge of the school are doing or should we go check out this lair?" Harry asked.
"First we should get dressed. Then go to breakfast. Afterwards we can check out the lair." Hermione suggested putting her clothes on.
"Oh yeah I guess we are naked still." Harry laughed. "I hadn't noticed. It just felt natural around you guys."
"Of course it will Harry. We are a coven so we are going to be more comfortable and relaxed around each other than usual." Luna said with a smile.
"Well that's not entirely a bad thing I guess."
"No its not." Luna had to agree.
…...
Lucius Malfoy woke up in a strange bed. The mere fact he woke up was considered by him to be quite miraculous as the last thing he recalled was a roiling billowing cloud of flames and gas coming at him.
Slowly sitting up he took stock of his surroundings. He was in a pale blue room with a view of the ocean. It was not a hospital he could tell, but otherwise he had no idea where he was.
The door opened and a tall dark haired woman wearing a severe dress entered the room. She examined Lucius then nodded, "It would appear that the reconstruction work was quite successful." She said with a slight accent Lucius couldn't place.
"Reconstruction? What injuries did I suffer?" he asked worriedly. His voice sounded strange, slightly melodious and modulated. He raised his hands to discover his left arm was a shiny mirrored metallic silver. Like solidified mercury as he moved and flexed his fingers. When he looked up she had transfigured a mirror. His left eye was the same solid silver as his arm and shoulder.
Swinging out of the bed he realized he was naked but didn't care as he stood before the full body mirror she had expanded. Most of his flesh had the soft pinkness of newly grown skin, his genitals though were the same liquid metal as was his entire right leg and hip. He stared at himself in confused horror.
"Yes the Dark Lord was able to save you with his necromantic power. He finds you to still be quite useful. He has plans for you."
"And whoa re you?"
"I am Svetlana Dobreski. I am a healer from Vladivostok."
"Oh. Well. That's nice." He smiled at her before looking down, "So it would seem that everything still works."
"Yes, it is supposed to. Although perhaps we should double check, just to make certain." She said pushing Lucius back towards the bed.
…...
When they arrived at breakfast there was none of the dark professors in attendance. Professor McGonnegal announced that due to circumstances beyond her control all classes would be canceled for the day.
After breakfast Harry and his friends gathered in a disused classroom. They explained the situation to their friends. "So wow Harry. You've got a bunker? Some kind of secret lair? That's wicked." Ron enthusiastically declared. Hermione rolled her eyes but otherwise said nothing. Harry laughed though.
"I know. Hopefully its not just a small hole in the wall but who knows. We were going to go and explore this I don't think we should all go though. Just in case there's a trap or problem." Harry explained.
"Good idea. Sirius Black was not mentally stable." Susan agreed. "Aunt said from what she knew from his days in school he wasn't mentally stable then either and Azkaban only made him worse."
"But he was Harry's godfather so Harry should be safe, and I was granted permission to go through the library."
"Yeah that's why you're after Harry his big bibliography." Ron snickered.
"You seem especially giddy today."
"Sorry finding out that all of the Death Eaters got blown to bits, that all of them ran away from the school. Its a big relief."
"I have a feeling this isn't over yet." Neville pointed out.
"No but we may finally have some peace."
"We still need to find the room where lost things go." Luna pointed out.
"There are like a thousand rooms in this place. That's just counting the ones we know about." Ron frowned.
"We can eliminate a great many of them as either too common or too frequently used." Hermione suggested.
"Why don't we ask Myrtle." Ginny said.
"She might be willing to talk with me about it." Luna stated.
"Alright. Hermione and Ron will come with me. Luna you Neville and the others search the castle as much as you can. We have to get as much done as possible." Harry ordered.
…..
Harry, Hermione, and Ron appeared holding Kreacher's hands in a moderately large concrete room. A heavy steel hatch was behind them with a pair of normal looking security doors in front of them. One of the doors was held open by some rope. Another security door was in the wall to their right.
"Bunker through there. Garage through there. Radiation cleaning chamber through there." Kreacher said pointing at the relative doors.
"Radiation cleaning chamber? Radiation is that invisible bad stuff muggles invented right?"
"Discovered and as long as its low enough levels we will be okay." Hermione frowned at Ron.
"No Radiation. Master Black checked. Bunker never used." Kreacher pointed to the device by the door, "Radiation detector device. Master Black used."
"Ahh. Well that's good." Ron said in relief.
Opening the door to the garage Harry found the lights. Seeing the vehicles in the room he gasped.
"HOLY COW!" Ron exclaimed. "Look at all those fancy cars Harry. Even I know what some of them are."
"Yeah but there are a few military vehicles too." Hermione pointed out. "This was probably a Continuity of Government bunker."
"Great. So we are probably breaking how many laws?" Harry asked as he shut the lights out and closed the door.
"I have no idea how many exactly, but there are quite a few." Hermione nervously said,
"Eh. Muggle laws. Its not like the Ministry would be too upset about this." Ron shrugged.
"I'll take that under advisement. Kreacher why did Master Black have this?"
"Kreacher not know. Master Black not tell Kreacher."
Exploring the rest of the bunker they discovered that most of it was still in pristine condition from the 1980s as if Sirius had just taken over a museum. They found the pantry stocked with recent food though and the generator room had a magical generator powering the structure.
The large planning room had Sirius' notes and schemes scribbled and drawn all over the walls. Maps had notations and lines placed on them that Harry left for Hermione to figure out. It was right next to the library which had old books sitting on top of newer books, some with strange writings, others that seemed to whisper to him as he stared at them.
They found the room Sirius had used as his sleeping chamber. It was filled with dirty clothes, and empty bottles of alcohol. Vat 69, Victory Gin, Bombay Rum, and multiple brands of Vodka all sat tossed around in piles.
The armory though was the most interesting one as it held a variety of weapons, explosives and devices none of the three teens could even guess as to their purpose. As Kreacher had no ideas either they closed and locked that door until they could get help from an adult who might be able to understand. Sirius had a potions lab and a workbench in this area as well.
"This does look like a nice safe fallback position should things get too bad." Harry said once their explorations were done. "I think we'll keep this secret for now."
"I suppose. Although hopefully we can prevent it getting that bad." Hermione didn't seem to agree completely but didn't want to argue.
"Yeah I agree with Harry. Besides we could sneak off when things get too bad at the school. Maybe get a break. Play soldier on leave?"
Hermione gave Ron a Displeased look but otherwise dismissed her comments.
"So you should check out the vault next." Hermione said. "It doesn't seem like there is very much here beyond his daily usage stuff."
"And lots of alcohol." Ron said picking up a bottle of a strange slightly glowing blue liquid.
"Right let's go check out the vault."
…..
While Harry and the two girls explored the bunker Neville, Luna and the others had managed to convince Myrtle to help them find the lost room, also called the come and go room.
Once inside the lost things version Neville gaped along with the others, "This is going to take forever."
"Probably not forever. Merely a very long time." Luna replied with a casual glance around at the room heaped with all kinds of things. Debris piled on top of debris. Old trunks, racks and piles of clothing. A few stranger things like a three armed skeleton that might have been from a house elf or an unfortunate first year was propped in random corners.
Hannah sighed looking around, "So what are we looking for?"
"The Lost Diadem of Ravenclaw and the Charter for the school. One or the other would be nice, both would be excellent." Neville said as a musical riff rang out from Susan playing with a small instrument sitting on a shelf.
"Sorry."
Neville frowned but looked at the ones assembled, Ginny was quietly standing beside Luna, Lavender was on his left leaving Hannah and Susan examining a table with some fanged frisbees and other materials.
"Okay there is six of us here. Luna you and Ginny go down that way, Lavender and I will go down the middle, Susan you and Hannah go down that side of the room." Neville said, "Be careful because we have no idea if there is anything alive in here or what other dangers there might be."
The others all nodded or agreed and began to move through the room. Poking into piles and opening a few cabinets and trunks as they went.
Lavender opened a wardrobe and they heard a lion roar causing her to slam it shut quickly with wide eyes.
On their side of the room Luna and Ginny found a small nest of Cornish Pixies. Luna was managing to subdue the pixies although Ginny was exploding them in showers of gory red internals like large sauce filled balloons. Once done Luna looked aghast at Ginny.
"What was all of that about?"
"My therapist says I have some repressed anger." Ginny said panting.
"Oh. Do you feel better now?"
Ginny laughed as she smoothed her hair back, "Yeah I do."
Luna nodded as she began to explore the room again. A bit concerned by her friends aggressive reaction though.
…...
The Dark Lord was in the not quite as stately but more structurally sound mansion of Reginald Nott. The few surviving members of the Death Eater organization were gathered under extreme security. Physical barriers had been built surrounding the mansion, a trench dug in front of a wall making the mansion look more like a fortress than a home.
The Dark Lord himself was in the body of young man he had acquired in the village near Malfoy manor. He had been forced to use the body of a recruit that had been brain damaged during the explosion to save Lucius. He was annoyed that the new crop of recruits had been lost but not angry as the weak minded were easily replaced. The only one that Black had managed to kill from the old guard had been Jugson. A shame but not irreplaceable.
Voldemort had saved Lucius though as his money and connections were still quite useful. Plus it would give him a method of gaining sympathy to push through the reforms of the Death Eaters. Lucius would take over as Minister not Runcorn. Yes this would actually work out quite better. Most unfortunate about Fudge's upcoming death, but Lucius should make quite the stirring figure as he gives the eulogy.
Runcorn would be his second in command as Under Secretary once the election occurs. During the interim he would be a firm yet fair figure. Voldemort smiled as he drew up the plans for the new order. Filling in people on the chart he had developed. Each of them would carry out their tasks and rebuild the world in his image. Then once the magical world was under his thumb he would turn his eyes upon the muggles. Their subjugation would be quite enjoyable.
It would takes years, maybe decades but what was a brief span like that to an immortal. He would have to find a more compatible host. Especially since his preferred ones were killed. The Weasley family had the right bloodlines, the right magical aura. Perhaps one of those pesky twins, or the older two boys. Yes the one in Romania. He would be able to be taken over quite easily.
As for rebuilding his troops to maintain power he would have Thicknesse contact friends among the Basque Separatists, the IRA, and probably a few other organizations in the United States and South Africa would love to come and play. It would take some time to organize and negotiate and all that tedious drivel. He would leave that to Thicknesse. By summer it should be ready for the veil to drop and the muggles would have such a surprise.
Until then the magical world needed to be dealt with.
…..
Dr Alexander Roth walked into the meeting room under a small unassuming manor house in the former village of Larkhill. A holdover from before the Ministry of Defense took the place over.
Currently it was the headquarters for the U.K. branch of Majestic 12 the agency dedicated to researching ways to defend muggles from magic and other supernatural threats. He chuckled as the popular culture believed they were in response to aliens from Zeta Reticullii or some such nonsense.
He wondered sometimes how people would react if they came out and explained magic was real, there were people living among them that could melt their minds, bend their wills or alter their very physical forms with the mere wave of a stick. The panic that would cause, rightfully so, would be astounding. It would make the witch hunts of the middle ages look like boy scout jamborees.
Seating himself at the table facing a large video screen and cameras he nodded to Captain Dawes the head of the Military response teams. Dr Avery walked in just behind himself. She was in charge of researching methods of defending mundanes as well as taking the fight to magicals.
The video conference was with the USA, French and Soviet teams. The four founding nations kept regular contact and updates on magicals within their borders and situations that might spill across them. Afterwards he would brief the rest of his team on what the Prime Minister wanted them to do.
The conference began with the usual greetings and minutiae of any bureaucratic organization, even secret ones. Finally the subject came around the recent issues with the U.K. magical attacks.
"So I see you have spin control on the BTN and BBC networks. ITN still seems to be pushing the magic is real angle there." The American director Melvin Thorpe said with a smirk.
"Ahh yes but it's ITN so not like its a real news channel. Most people watch that one for the Big Tits on the weather girl." Alexander shrugged.
"She does make some good points at times." The French director Angelice Leclerc snickered.
"Could we please try to maintain at least a semi-professional attitude." The gruff Soviet director Pavel Andreivich Leonov grunted. "Besides compared to good Soviet women she is as flat as a pancake."
"Pavel, that's because Soviet women are built like a brick reactor." Thorpe declared mirthfully.
"Dah and keep you just as warm at night too." He gave a brief grin.
Alexander sighed as he had opened the door for that round, "Yes. Well it seems that most people are still questioning what went on. The witnesses that have gone public have recanted their claims thanks to the MOM Obliviators getting to them."
The other directors shook their heads in disgust. "So what are you going to be doing?"
"The Prime Minister has said we can take the gloves off. We're going to have to get a handle on who is still active on their side though as apparently there might be a civil war going on again. We detected a large scale explosion in Wiltshire several nights ago. Photo recon shows a crater where a mansion belonging to the Malfoys used to be."
"The Malofys? Whoa re they again there Roth?" Thorpe asked looking down at his desk.
"They are associated with the terrorist group known as the Death Eaters. Their leader is a man named Voldemort." He replied calmly. Leclerc snorted dismissively.
"What did it a bomb or a spell?" Pavel asked for clarification.
"Some of the old Nuclear detection systems called it a bomb. We believe it was a magically enhanced ANFO truck bomb." Roth read off of the report. "There was several eyes that filmed a obviously enchanted vehicle traveling from the Cotswolds region towards Wiltshire."
"Neat little trick." Thorpe observed
"Highly powerful trick they learned." Pavel observed.
"Well I can tell you this Alex. Put a 308 fmj through their brain pan and they ain't getting back up." Thorpe laughed.
"Da they cannot protect themselves from a bullet. Multiple tests have shown this." Pavel confirmed.
"Could we please consider some non-lethal means of defending against these people? Or is this the wrong crowd for that?" A brunette woman said heatedly. "These are still people and citizens of our countries."
"And if they stay peaceful and don't cause trouble Dr Avery they can get on with living their best lives all they want ma'am. However the moment they cross the line and become a threat they need to be neutralized with all due prejudice."
"We do not have to kill all of them though. We've developed a way to neutralize their ability to cast spells."
"Yeah we tried that with LSD and some of the other drugs. LSD just causes them to go crazy as fuck and the other stuff they laugh off."
"This is not drug based. This is a micro fine silver wire net that is implanted in their brains with a thermal powered pulse generator. We're not entirely certain how but in the test subject it managed to disrupt their ability to cast spells." She explained.
"So Doctor Avery you've managed to figure out how they cast spells?"
She shook her head, "No. All we know is that magic is a form of energy, somehow magicals have developed the ability to manipulate this energy with their thoughts. By disrupting the electrical impulses in the Thalmus we disrupt their ability to manipulate this energy."
"How do you manage to implant these wires so deeply inside their brains without causing further damage?" Leclerc asked.
"We use endoscopic micro manipulators. Going through the sinus cavities allows for a scar free implantation."
"So how do you keep them from detecting the implant and making it go away with a spell?" Thorpe asked.
"Well we use a synthetic cellular peptide chain to coat everything so that it bonds with their brain tissue and the pulses are so small that they should read as a normal part of their brain. The magicals rely too much on magic to diagnose problems so this should all just read as a normal part of their brain."
Thorpe grunted, "So in other words IF magic doesn't read this as a forign object and IF they don't just magic the stupid thing out of their head and IF it actually works on everyone you put it in you've found a way to take their magic from them without killing them."
"Essentially Mr Thorpe. It's based on EEG readings from multiple mundane and quasi-magical subjects compared with the magical subject." Dr Avery stated.
"I'm still smelling a lot of if off of this." Thorpe frowned.
"We can courier you a full report by day after tomorrow." Dr Roth suggested.
"We look forward to that Dr Roth." Pavel said. "Our brain modification processes have not been as effective. Deep electroprobes and cellular destruction can remove magic but also had a very unfortunate side-effect of rendering the subject into a permanent vegetative state."
"This one permits the subject to retain full cognitive capacity." Dr. Avery stated happily.
"Well send us the information and we'll take it under advisement. Anything else Roth?"
"Just watch any of your special groups. If this explosion took out enough of the terrorists in one space they might try to recruit outsiders. I know the Basques have got some, the IRA has some and the Thulian Order is still running around in Germany."
"Well most of our magic militias couldn't give a flying fuck about things going on over there. They're more focused on being home-grown annoyances. So if someone does come over to recruit they might get their ass kicked back to the U.K." Thorpe snorted humorlessly.
"Well to be perfectly honest I sincerely hope so. We could use a bit of a break."
"Good luck Alex. We hope you can get it." Thorpe said. Pavel wished him good fortune as wel as did Leclerc.
After the meeting Dr Roth turned to Colonel Whitlaw. "Tom, get Dawes to bring a few more subjects in for Michelle to test. We're under emergency authority from the Prime Minister himself and the Crown. Michelle when you get these people I want to know everything possible."
Dr Avery nodded grimly, "They are still human beings Alex."
The director took his glasses off and rubbed his nose, "I know Michelle. But right now they are a dangerous enemy that could be anyone among us. We need to understand how to protect our people from them until we can come to some peaceful coexistence." He took a deep breath before putting his glasses back on. "My grandfather wound up in one of Grindelwald's camps. It was a magical adjunct camp to Birkenau. So I am well aware of the dangers. The thin line we are walking on right now Michelle."
"I know. I have no love lost for the pure-bloods. My own mother left me for dead when it was finally confirmed that I was a squib. If it hadn't been for the mundanes I'd be dead or worse. But not all of them are evil."
"I know this Dr Avery. You have your orders though as do I. There are fifty seven million people in this country. I am responsible for protecting them from a mere 3 percent of that population. Just under 2 million people can hold this country hostage if they manage to unify Michelle. I cannot allow that to happen. I cannot allow this terrorist group to spill their war over into our world."
Putting her hand on her boss' shoulder she said, "I know Alex. I'll do my best."
Looking up with a weak, tired smile he said, "I know you will."
…...
"Harry its been a week since we started searching the room. Are you sure it's in here, because we haven't found anything." Neville grumped.
"Not true Neville. We found that village of evolved mice. Their leader was very nice." Luna pointed out.
"Yeah and there was that box full of confiscated naughty lingerie." Veronica chuckled with a teasing grin.
Harry put down the manual for a TR-116 sniper rifle he had found in the bunker to frown at them. "Helena says that he defiled her mother's diadem and put it in there. So its in there."
"Ok where?" Neville huffed.
"I don't know."
Lavender came into the boy's dorm where they were talking, "Hey guys. Check this out." She spread a special edition copy of the Daily Prophet on the bed by Harry. Hermione grabbed it to spread the front page out.
"Minister Fudge commits suicide, plans to surrender Ministry to muggle government revealed. Albert Runcorn appointed temporary Minister until an emergency election may be held."
"WHAT!" Several of the others exclaimed.
"It says he was going to surrender the secrets of magic to the Muggles to gain their help in putting down the terrorist group the Order of the Phoenix led by Albus Dumbledore and his loyal second in command Sirius Black whose murderous rampage has killed over two dozen upstanding members of our society. Making wizards and witches slaves to muggles to serve their every desire." Hermione tossed the paper down, "What a load of horse dung."
Luna flipped the page back up to read, "Look at this. Interim Minister Runcorn pledges to work to reorganize the Ministry to better serve and protect our society from traitors and invaders both. That does not bode well."
Harry looked at Neville, "We need to get into the Department of mysteries archives to see if we can find the charter for the school. Has your uncle been able to find a way to get us in?"
"Not yet. He's been under suspicion at the office. Security has gone crazy there."
"We need to get in there Neville."
"Well he's home by now so if you'll get Kreacher to take me to his house I can try and convince him to help."
"I'll go with you." Luna declared.
Harry nodded, "Alright. Go do that. The rest of us will go to the Room and look for the Diadem again. Its got to be in there."
"Okay. Good luck."
"You too."
…..
Mundungus Fletcher was on a street corner in White Chapel laughing as he walked out of muggle liquor store with some money and bottles of Victory Gin in his coat pockets. He stopped suddenly as four sharp pains stung him in the back and chest.
He had the briefest moment noticing that the stings were strange looking dart attached to a thin wire that trailed off to a woman who smiled at him before he felt every muscle in his body tense and release rapidly over the next several seconds causing him to flop around like a gaffed trout. The next thing he knew someone had run up and stung him in the neck with a needle that injected a very cold liquid that caused the world to fade out. The last thing he heard was the woman saying, "Nightie night freak."
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Dennisud: Things are going to get ugly. I am going to go completely off the map of canon into AU with the story and see how it goes. Harry and company will still be the main characters but they will have to become the heroes the wizarding world needs.