Title: Code of the Griffin
Author: Knife Hand
Feedback: Constructive feedback appreciated, flames unappreciated
Spoilers: Nothing Specific, general for first few books.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Hermione, or Luna, or Ginny, or Cho, or... I would buy them all but I am broke.
Summary: From a war ravaged future, someone is sent back in time to change the course of the war.
"Harry. You ready?" Hermione asked, popping her head into the office of his private quarters.
"One second." Harry said, signing off on a final business document. "Just finishing."
He folded the document and sealed it. He gave it to Hedwig to deliver to Gringotts.
Standing, he straitened his formal Order of the Griffin Uniform and then sheathing the Potter Sword at his waist. He fell in besides Hermione as they made their way out of the private corridor into the Gryffindor common room, where they were joined by the Neville, Ron and the Twins, all also dressed in formal Uniforms. Today they all had both pistols and swords on their waists as part of the uniform.
They all made their way down to the Great Hall. They moved through the milling mss of students with ease, small gap forming around them as they made their way to the Gryffindor table, sitting together as a group, with Ginny joining them. Harry's searching eyes easily picked out Cedric and Susan sitting together at the Hufflepuff table, as well as Luna over t the Ravenclaw table, talking animatedly with Michelle. The small Order table had been removed and the house tables had returned to the original size.
"Welcome everyone to the end of year feast!" Dumbledore announced once everyone was mostly settled. "I will have some announcements later, including the Quiddich and House Cups, but for now, enjoy."
As usual the food then appeared, and it was obvious to all that the food was especially magnificent. The feast proceeded with various discussions flowing back and forth around the table.
"Sorry Ron. On the spot tactical decisions are Sergeant Diggory's decision. If you want to be left cover in breaching situations then talk to Cedric about it." Hermione said at one point.
"All I'm saying," Harry told George at another, "is that you might want to use a strap to secure your AA-12 to your vest. That way if you need to switch to your backup, you can just drop your AA-12 and the strap will hold it."
"So Justin got so fed up with the Muggle Studies teacher, he made the teacher sit the end of year exam on the material he had gone over." Neville said.
"How did the teacher do?" Hermione asked.
"Overall not too bad." Neville replied. "Justin gave him a pass. He got some things mixed up though. He thought that the Geneva Convention was a Soccer league."
Harry, Hermione and a muggle born Gryffindor sitting nearby all did a spit take at that revelation.
After the meal Dumbledore called for attention and announced that Gryffindor had won the House Cup and the Quiddich Cup.
"And I have one more announcement." The Headmaster continued. "Professor Lupin has, for personal reasons, resigned his post as Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. He…"
The Headmaster stopped as Hermione rose from her seat, moved to the centre of the isle between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff house tables and turned to face Professor Lupin. She drew the Sword of Gryffindor and raised it, blade before her face in salute.
"Honour to Professor Lupin." She announced.
"Honour to Professor Lupin." Harry's voice came from directly next to her.
Harry was standing next to her, at full attention, saluting with the Potter Sword.
"Honour to Professor Lupin." Luna's ethereal voice said from the isle between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw house.
In short order, all of the Order members were standing saluting in the isles. For a minute silence fell, then from the Ravenclaw table a figure stood and began clapping. A second later Ginny joined Michelle in her standing ovation. Soon most of the Great Hall, even some Slytherins, stood applauding the DADA teacher.
The Clicky-Clack of the Hogwarts Express was soothing to Michelle as she sat in the cabin, watching the scenery as they approached London. The only other occupant of the cabin was Luna, dressed in civilian clothes, who was stretched out on the bench, using Michelle's lap as a pillow. Michelle knew that Luna had not been sleeping well, plagued by nightmares, but the blond had slept soundly on the train.
"Luna. Time to wake up." Michelle said, shaking Luna slightly to wake her.
Luna tuned slightly, opened her eyes and looked up at Michelle. Unconsciously Luna gave Michelle a beautiful and enigmatic smile that almost made her believe in the Muggle concept of Elves.
"We are pulling into Kings Cross." Michelle said.
Luna stretched, sitting up in the seat. They both grabbed their trunks and made their way off the train and onto the platform. The platform bustled, students with their trunks, Magical parents waiting on the platform. Luna quickly met up with her father. The girls hugged and then parted, Luna side-along apperating with her father. Michelle kept moving through the crowd. She noticed Lady Granger and Lord Potter go through the portal into Kings Cross station, a small gap around them. Michelle kept moving though the crowd, passing the red headed knot of Weasleys, finally making it to the portal.
She suffered the slight disorientation of passing though the portal, her eyes clearing to find her father standing among the milling crowd. He was dressed in his SAS working uniform, his Sergeant chevrons earning him a small space in the press.
"Hey sweetheart. How was school?" he asked, giving Michelle a hug and then they moved off through the crowded station.
There was much more to magical London than most Witches and Wizards realised, especially the Purebloods. Apart from the commonly known Diagon Alley and the darker Knockturn Alley, there was an entire network of streets. There were two or three exclusive streets with Pureblood London residences, but the vast majority were of the hidden Magical London was relegated to Muggleborn and Half and Half residences, most of them unemployed or relegated to minimum wage jobs in Magical London.
Apart from a few of the businesses in Diagon Alley, the only employers of Muggleborns in London was Gringotts and the Ministry, which had a definite glass ceiling. Many of the residents in this area were forced into the semi slums due to being limited in the Magical world but unable to really return the Muggle world due to their lack of formal Muggle education.
It was late in the evening when Hermione emerged from on of the houses. The young man, barely two years out of Hogwarts shook her hand as she left. In the month since the end of the Hogwarts year, Hermione had been recruiting in these semi slums, based on both personality profiles from Hogwarts and OWL and NEWT results.
Hermione stepped off the doorstep and turned to walk down the street when two men stepped out from the shadows in front of her. Four more approached from behind and across the street. Two things were immediately obvious. Firstly that these men meant trouble and secondly that they were most defiantly not Death Eaters. The men were dressed in a mix of Muggle clothing and Wizarding Robes. The men spaced themselves around her in a circle a few feet away.
There was no posturing, no witty banter or snide insults. As soon as the men were set, they attacked. As fast as they moved, Hermione was just as fast. She used the Sword of Gryffindor to parry the spell that had been cast from the one of the men in front, deflecting it into the pavement where it went off with a small explosion, while shooting the man charging with a knife from her left rear with her pistol twice in the chest.
Hermione's world shrunk down into a circle a few feet across. Slash, block, pot-shot with the pistol, parry, dodge. She moved, second to second, reacting as the co-ordinate attacks as she slowly took down her attackers. One fell to a reflected spell, another died from the tip of her sword penetrating his throat. A second attacker fell to pistol fire.
She took an opportunity to run the second last attacker through the stomach, but this left her open to the last man, who took the opening and pain flared in her back. As she went down she shot off one final burst from the pistol that stitched up the last attacker's body.
The recruit came as soon as the battle was over, knowing better than to interrupt during the combat. Hermione whispered something and the recruit gathered her up and apperated away.
Pounding at the door quickly got Harry's attention and he went to the door of his London apartment. He no longer wanted or need to live with his Aunt and Uncle, but did not feel comfortable living in one of the large Potter properties or houses scattered around the UK and beyond, so he had moved into this apartment close to the heart of both Magical and Muggle London. He opened the door and found a young man holding Hermione, who was hunched over and had blood staining her back.
"She was ambushed by six guys." The man said. "She took a hit in the back."
"Put her over there." Harry said, indicating to a couch as he grabbed his first aid kit. "I assume they are all dead?"
The young man nodded and Harry pulled out a mobile phone.
"George. Grand Marshall was ambushed, so we need a clean up. Six packages." Harry said, before handing the mobile over to his guest. "Give him the address."
Harry unpacked the first aid kit, grabbing the scissors and cutting off Hermione's shirt to get access to the wound. Her back, stomach and arms had a number of small wounds but the one on her lower back was the big issue. Harry quickly cleaned it with sterilised water, then disinfected it, which caused an involuntary gasp from the semi-conscious patient. He quickly dressed the wound, which luckily was not life threatening. He grabbed one of his spare shirts and slipped it on Hermione before putting her to bed in his spare room.
"Hey, George wants to speak to you." The young guy said, holding out the mobile.
"Thanks" Harry said, taking the phone. "George, you do the clean up?"
While he was listening the young man indicated that he was going to leave, to which Harry nodded.
"Ok. Sounds like you got there first. She's going to be ok. Bad hit to the back, but I have done first aid. If she does not start to recover in the next day or so I'll take her to see Madam Pomfrey. Yeah, the recruit is heading home. I'll see you in a few days. Bye."
Harry hung up the mobile, and went to check on Hermione. Finding her asleep, laying on her stomach, he went to his own room to get some sleep.
'I saw Hermione's breasts.' Was the last thought that ran through his head before sleep claimed him.
TBC…