Hey everyone,
This story really has me and while I have no doubt that most of it comes from the fact that I am totally into Sly Cooper right now, will I not let this stop me – or the fact that I never thought this story further through than Harry's reunion with his parents. So let's hope this doesn't end like A Cooper Family did, shall we?
Okay? good,

Venquine1990


Chapter 03
Receiving the News

Sly's POV

It's been so many years since I first moved into this here hideout and so many things have happened since. I found the love of my life, defeated the people that killed my parents, stopped the return of the greatest madman to have ever lived, found out about my actual ancestry, faked amnesia and got to marry the woman of my dreams.
Yet, a year after Carmelita actually said yes to me while wearing the most stunning wedding dress I could have ever seen on anyone, did the greatest thing since her marrying me get taken from my grasp. My only son, Rin-Gin. I had wanted to name the little one after either of, but Carmelita had been adamant on the name.
Yet that adamant nature had not helped us when suddenly, a week after the little fellow had been born, we walked into an empty nursery of which there wasn't even a single clue as to where our child had gone to. Since then we have searched for him, but like the traces we found that day, do our traces these days lead us nowhere.

I myself have just returned from a small and simple heist in the North of Berlin where a statue in a History Museum is now missing the most ancient of all artifacts, the headband, said to have been worn by Hercules himself, yet having been placed there by an illegal crime boss, who uses ultrasonic waves to hypnotize visitors.
His lackeys had all been hiding in the small broom closet near the statue and whenever a group of tourists were passing would they call on their boss, who would activate the transmitter, making the group stop in their tracks and lose their conscious mind, allowing for the lackeys to rob them blind without knowing.
Carmelita had told me about in passing as it was one of the cases that actually went round in the Interpol Rumor Mill, yet Bentley and Murray had not just sniffed out a potential chance to test our Thieving skills, but also the chance that this hypnotizing bastard could lead us to my long lost son and Heir, yet no such luck.

The Crime boss had been almost too easy to find once we reached Berlin and trapping his lackeys in their little hideout had been a job Murray and Bentley could have done blindfolded as they dressed to blend with a tourist group and when the group reached the statue, did Murray pretend to faint, closing the door with his weight.
It had shocked the tour guide and she had instantly called for an ambulance, yet when Murray pretended to be carried away, did the woman reopen the door and did she find the three lackeys hiding there, the three geckos a little too late to warn their boss before the fiery crocodile called for a security guard and later the police.
Because of the cops having been called had it been a little harder for Bentley and Murray to sneak away from the tending medics, yet they had succeeded and Bentley had even been able to place a little tracer on one of the gecko's cell phones, which had allowed him to trace and pinpoint the location of the gecko's leader.

We had all busted the guy's place and I had asked him in no uncertain terms if he knew anything of my son, but the man had told us all a shocking story. The Albino hare was actually a loyal fan of the Cooper Gang and performed his heists to prove his worth. He wanted to join and help us find my son, yet he himself had no leads either.
We had been shocked at the idea to have another member and Bentley had made a deal with the hare. He would be in their Outer Circle Team, the same Circle that consisted of Panda King and Guru and could work alongside them as a team to find my son, but had to report back to Paris every month in case he found something.

The hare had not been very happy with a spot in the Outer Circle, but when I had told him: "Then hide your lackeys better or do the stealing yourself." Had he understood that his methods hadn't been enough to my satisfaction to earn my trust and the hare had instantly moved himself from Berlin all the way to Japan.
This had all ended yesterday and after a long night rest, did my friends and I return to Paris, me entering the hideout in which my wife agreed to live after we married and changing from my Thieving Outfit to some regular cloths before waiting for her in the kitchen as Carmelita is prone to taking a cup of coffee after work.
And as if by the clock, do I hear the loud rumbling of her red-colored sports car as it drives down the street to our hideout, yet I know my wife well enough to know that she is only driving by, parking her car elsewhere almost every day in order to make sure no one finds out where her husband actually stays and lives.
Part of me hates the fact that my wife has to hide a part of our relationship, but Carmelita revels in the need to find her car every morning and the way she can – as she calls it – test her own skills by parking elsewhere every night when she comes home and when the fox walks in, do I casually say: "Welcome home, gorgeous."

And Carmelita answers: "You too." Before she seems to realize what she says and turns to me, her eyes wide, but the love she feels in her heart already become apparent within them as well as she sees me and I smile at her, knowing that part of why she loves me is because even after 16 years of marriage, I can still surprise her.
I then get off my chair and walk over, wrapping my arms around her slim hourglass waist and say: "Berlin was a bust. We got a new member for the Outer Gang, but he had no more of a clue as to where Rin-Gin is than we do. He just used his dirty tricks because he respects the Cooper Gang and wanted to prove himself."

Carmelita sighs and says: "Don't stop looking, okay? He's out there and just like you in Egypt, am I intend to find and come back to my son." And while the memory of my 3 month stay in Egypt isn't a pleasant one, does my heart warm and my determination resolve itself thanks to her words and I kiss her to express my gratitude.
The kiss intensifies, Carmelita obviously having missed me in the three days it took us to get to and perform our heist in Berlin, yet just when I want to give in to the moans of need that come from my wife's throat and have her pushed so far she is now seated on the low-build counters near the sink, do my instincts flare.
A sound. The sound of a pair of heels that sound both feminine and still powerful with a kind of strength I have not yet sensed before, yet of which the intensity is quite similar, but much lower in strength, to the one I felt on the day I lost my son and instantly I break the kiss, my face turned and my ears switching around.

Carmelita looks at me in shock and confusion, but when she sees how I am focusing of where the sound of the heels is coming from, does she too become focused instantly and does she lie a single hand on her shock-pistol holster, stuck to the left side of her belt as I help her slide off the counter and back on her feet.
I then pinpoint the location of the heels, yet their location worries me and I say: "Someone's inside. Someone who gives me the same kind of vibe as the one I felt when Rin-Gin was kidnapped. Only this one's female and the power of her vibe is much, much weaker to that one." Carmelita nods and we slowly approach the door.
The fact that this person managed not just to find my hideout but enter it without any of Bentley's security methods kicking in – and Bentley has been installing more and more since my son was kidnapped – worries me greatly and even makes me pull my father's cane off my back and cover the golden tip with a cloth.

Carmelita looks shocked when she sees this, but I motion her to be quiet and she nods, understanding that I want to make sure the shine of my golden tipped cane doesn't alert the intruder of our presence and we silently skid through the hallway to the sides of the door leading the living room, where we both hide behind.
I stretch my ears again and hear the heels moving down the last few stairs, making me grimace as I had hoped to surprise and ambush them above ground, preventing them from seeing what our hideout actually looks like and I whisper: "They found the secret entrance. Attack and stun as soon as you see anything personal."
Carmelita nods, her years working with us and her years working as an Interpol Inspector showing through her determined, angry face as she pulls her shock pistol from its holder and holds it next to her head with both her hands, the forefinger of her left on the trigger and only part of her muzzle peeking around the corner.

I do the same and the minute I do, do I see a heel of which the foot itself is shockingly furless, stepping around the doorway separating the staircase from the living room and when Carmelita sees it, does she instantly round the corner and shoot the appendage, causing for an unholy shriek to leave the owner's throat.
Carmelita and I cringe upon hearing this as it sounds like some kind of bird that has its feathers plucked with a butcher's knife while still alive, that horrible and when the creature falls forward, are both Carmelita and I shocked to see that – bar her head – the entire female creature is covered in skin, but without any real fur.
We run over, me feeling something that seems to stir and move from within the creature itself and when we reach her and Carmelita has a pair of cuffs around her wrists, do I ask: "What kind of animal are we dealing with?" And Carmelita seems contemplative as she looks at the female and speaks almost to herself as she says:

"I've heard about creatures like this. I – I think they're called humans or something." I tilt my head at this and Carmelita says: "During the time of your Ancestor, Otto Van Cooper, were there tons of humans that fought alongside other animals in the First World War. However, one of them was responsible for the Economical Crisis."
This shocks me as the Economical Crisis of the nineteen twenties and thirties made almost all albino animals go extinct thanks to one Sloth that wanted to take World Control, but who was stopped and murdered in 1938, just before he could make the Austrian people surrender their country to his will by killing their leader.
The fox then goes on and says: "According to what I've been told, because with us creatures the Sloth failed, but with the humans some person succeeded, did some form of faith or destiny separate us, as if a piece of metal had been placed between us, making it so we could move and live side by side without ever knowing this."
I nod and ask: "So what makes this person able to come here? And how are we even seeing her for who she is? If she's able to come here, shouldn't that same power make her look – well, like us?" Carmelita nods, but then looks at me, her gaze strong and intend as she says: "Sly, I think we can see her, because her kind took Rin-Gin."

And while the words of my wife shock me senseless and make me cave through my own two legs, do I realize with even greater shock that she just has to be right; my son was kidnapped by a human, one with some kind of power that still surges through them even when they're out cold. I then tell her this and she looks wide eyed herself.
I look down at the human, part of me admitting that her blond hair and round shaped face make her look very pretty even if she is much too young for my taste and say: "I felt it before I heard the sound of her heels and I kept sensing it even when you knocked her out cold. It must be some kind of power or –." And then a voice shocks me.
Soft and melodious, with a hint of calming music added to it that sounds peaceful and understanding, do I hear the female human say: "Some kind of magic, perhaps Mr. Cooper?" And when we both look down, does the human slowly open her eyes and twirl some kind of stick that I just noticed in her hand, causing her to lose her cuffs.

Carmelita lets out a soft yelp of shocked indignation at seeing how easily the human does this and the female pulls herself up before she says: "You are right, Mr. Cooper. What you are sensing is my magic. I am what my people call a witch and like your world do witches and wizards hide themselves from those without magic."
At this I nod, part of me not even shocked at what I am hearing as the something that I feel pulsing through her feels even stronger now that she's awake and aware of my presence and then Carmelita aims her shock pistol at the woman as she growls: "That is all nice and dandy, but how did you find us and why are you here?"
The female looks at my wife shocked and then asks: "Carmelita Cooper, I presume?" The fox nods, her face still tense, and the female says: "My name is Fleur Delacour. I was a Champion for a Magical Competition called the Tri-Wizard Tournament last school year. I represented Beauxbatons Academy of Magic."

"Very nice, but you haven't answered my questions. How did you find us and why are you here?" Yet the female – Fleur – seems no longer affected by my wife's anger and says: "I was getting to that, Mrs. Cooper. I travelled to Hogwarts last year, you see, and there I met two people, one who I am currently working with."
This doesn't seem to appease my wife, but I feel as if it's the other person, the one she didn't mention her bond with, that makes this all so important and I send a quick look Carmelita's way, the fox lowering her shock-pistol a little as she sees this and sending me questioning look back, but I return my focus to Fleur as she says:
"This person is named Bill Weasley and he is what people like me would call a Soul Mate. You see, while we have wizards and Muggles – non-magicals – in our world, witches and wizards also have subspecies and some of them have the special chance to form a special bond with one person. Only one other person."

This makes me look at Carmelita, part of me having always believed that us meeting and everything we did together over the years of us knowing and, later, loving each other was actually a sign of us being destined for each other and while Carmelita sends me a loving smile, does she turn stern again when Fleur goes on:
"Exactly like that. Bill feels to be my soul-mate and he proved that just over a month ago when he got me my job at what, to us, is a very prestigious bank called Gringotts. There I met my supervisor and he, after hearing Bill's story in regards to our united friend, ordered us on the path that has led me here, to you two."
By now my understanding of the woman has grown, while my interest has reached new peaks and Carmelita seems to share my thoughts as she says: "Thanks for the explanation, now please answer the questions. It's obvious you used your magic to find us, but you have yet to explain, fully, why you were send here?"

The woman nods and says: "Quite right, but first I must show you something." And with that does she pull a pair of papers underneath her robe that shock me completely silent as they look almost identical to the ones that are part of a book I have kept under utmost security for the last 20 years, especially after Rin-Gin got kidnapped.
"Don't worry, these are only copies. Apparently Gringotts has a perfect copy of this book and when you lost your version, so did they lose theirs, only they never felt a need to retrieve them until my and Bill's united friend asked for Bill's help and later Gringotts'. These pages, alongside many others, have been found over the last year."
This makes the worry I had felt for my family's manual recede and while part of me feels ill at ease with the idea of there being a copy of my family's ancestral book, does Fleur then show me that the pages she has are of Otto Van Cooper as she says: "It's this sentence here that made my boss send me your way, Mr. Cooper."
And when I read my only little added sentence of my gang having taken residence in the hideout in 1975, which was actually three years after we found the place, do I look up as suddenly as if by a far-out guess or unexplainable power, the missing pieces of her story and explanation fall into place within my head and I say:

"You know where my son is, don't you?" And while Carmelita's shock-pistol falls from her hand in shock at hearing this, does Fleur nod and say: "He is the united friend Bill and I have. He asked Bill to find these pages and then, through Bill, told me where to find you. He really wants to see you again, Mr. Cooper, so shall we go?"
And before the woman can even finish her question have I jumped up and shouted: "MURRAY, GET THE VAN! WE'RE LEAVING FOR –." Only to realize stupidly that I have no idea where we're going and when Fleur giggles, does Carmelita send her a strange smile before she says: "No van can get you there, Mr. Cooper, sorry."
And this makes the Hippo that just ran into the room aw in disappointment before he asks: "Why not?" And Fleur answers: "Because our location is on England and my transport is not charmed to take along something heavier than five people. Also, our location itself is charmed to be secretive and I can't have it compromised."

At this while my friend still looks disappointed, does he still nod, his eyes proving that he understands and I know he does as me and my gang have always felt the same about our own security and the secrecy of our hideout, regardless of where on the world we were staying and then Bentley rolls over and asks:
"So how are we getting there?" And when the woman pulls a long piece of rope out of her pocket that has small pieces of mold on it as well several tears all over it, do I wonder how someone with her amount of beauty could be willing to hold onto something this filthy and my thoughts are apparently read on my face as Fleur says:
"This is what we witches and wizards call a Portkey. It allows one person or a group, depending on the amount of magic used and the amount of people using it, to travel from one spot on the world to another in just mere minutes. Using something like this can help someone travel from Budapest to New York for example."
At this Bentley gasps and asks: "Once we've used this portkey to get to your destination, would you be against me taking it from you for examination?" And while I love how the genius in my friend has yet to have died out, Bentley's need to find Rin-Gin having kept him on his toes all these years, does Fleur smile and say:

"I wouldn't mind in the slightest. May I ask your name? I was only informed of Mr. and Mrs. Cooper, you see?" The turtle nods and says: "I'm Bentley, Madam, the brains of the Cooper Gang and this here is Murray, the brawn. We're what you can call the original Cooper Gang, although Carmelita and Dimitri are also part of the Inner Gang."
The woman nods and asks: "Do you wish to get this Monsieur Dimitri before we leave, perhaps?" To which I put my hand to my ear and say: "Dimitri, report to the Hideout, we found my son." And instantly the voice of the Marine Iguana starts to cheer as he says: "That is mag-to-the-jag-to-the-nificent, Crackerbox. Wait for Dimitri!"
And while Fleur looks at me shocked, having obviously heard Dimitri's strange and personal tongue, does Bentley shake his head at her and say: "Don't bother, Madam, just be glad you can understand him." And while Murray and I snicker at how lost Bentley sounds, as he had tried teaching Dimitri normal English, does Fleur nod.

About twenty minutes later does a flashy-looking, but panting and sweating Dimitri enter the building, the Iguana almost tripping over his own two feet as he rushes down the stairs and says: "I'm here, Crackerbox, where is junior Crackerbox?" And while Carmelita moans, does Fleur answer: "We need to travel to find him."
The iguana groans and Bentley says: "Don't sweat it, Dimitri, the traveling will not be on foot." Making the groan that came from Dimitri's throat be cut short before he takes a few more deep breaths, leans against the wall next to the doorway and pretends to be cool as he calmly asks: "So, when do we skedaddle?"
"Right now." I answer with vigor and Fleur hands me the rope again, me and my gang and wife instantly taking a little bit each before we all look at Dimitri, who looks at us strangely and I say: "You coming or staying?" And while the Iguana shrugs, obviously not caring how strange this looks, does he grab the rope.

"All ready, non?" Fleur asks and when we all nod, does she say: "Trois, Deux, Un." And upon the last word, do I suddenly feel a tug behind my navel, while at the same time my entire hideout seems to flash away, a myriad of colors and lights flashing past us as we apparently travel through some kind of magic.
Bentley shouts from besides me and I see how he has one hand on the rope and the other on his wheelchair, the hand on his chair gripping the armrest tightly and while wishing we had thought of that before leaving, do I not get much chance for further thought as the myriad disappears around us as quickly as it appeared.
Instead of the myriad are we now in what looks to be a very dingy neighborhood and Dimitri is the first to speak his mind as he asks: "Crackerbox junior be living here?" But Fleur shakes her head and says: "This is only a temporary home. It's where a secret organization that protects the weak is staying at.
We stay here because no one would expect a group of Light Witches and Wizards to do so." And while I feel impressed with the thought put behind this place, does Bentley grumble as he reseats himself in his wheelchair and asks: "So, you said your place was charmed to be secretive? How do the enchantments work?"

And Fleur hands me a small scroll of parchment as she says: "Read this and memorize it. And burn it once all of you have read it, S'il vout plait?" I nod at her and with my best friend Murray and Carmelita standing on either side of me to read along, do I open the small scroll and read the text written in cursive handwriting:

The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is located at Grimmauld Place 12, London.

I tilt my head at such a simple sentence, but then hand the note to Dimitri and Bentley, who uses one of his bombs to blow up the parchment once they have both read it, shocking Fleur, but pleasing the both of us and while Dimitri uses his tail to swipe the ashes into the wind, do I take another look at the houses around me.
At first, all I see are the numbers 10, 11, 13 and 14, but when I remember what I read, do my eyes and those of my friends widen as the small piece of wall that separates number 11 from number 13 starts to widen, a whole new wall with windows and a single door growing from the small spot, while no one but us seem to notice this.
"The people in the other houses are Muggles, non-magicals. The house is charmed to be Muggle Repellent, so none of the other citizens here will ever be able to see the house, regardless of the magic attached to your read note." Fleur explains us and while Bentley seems even more intrigued now, do we follow her inside.

However, while I thought that the neighborhood was a bad case, does the inside of this so-called headquarters look even worse and while part of me remembers the reason these people stay here, do Carmelita and I share a look, both of us not feeling very comfortable with the idea of our son staying here, even if only temporarily.
We go through the long hallway at the start of the house and enter a small indoor clearing that has a staircase leading up, one doorway in front of us that has a staircase down behind it and a staircase up in front of it, both of the staircases on the left, yet only from the one leading down does someone appear to greet Fleur.

This person too seems to be human as he – like Fleur – only has hair on his head, yet is otherwise furless and after he hugs her to welcome her back, does he say: "You took a little longer than expected. Mum already managed to convince everyone that the kids should be in bed, but Harry's staying with Sirius."
Fleur nods and then the young man looks at us, his face showing no shock whatsoever to see humanoid animals and instead of that, does he smile widely and say: "Harry really looks a lot like you both. He has a perfect eye-color too, a real mix of the both of yours. It's hazel and looks really good on him, you know?"
And just by the fact that he is describing this Harry in detail makes me understand what he is trying to do and while relieved that someone who wanted to find us is so close to my son, do I smile gently and ask: "You mean our son, don't you? Our little Rin-Gin?" And while Fleur looks shocked, does Bill nod and say:

"We call him Harry, but yeah. And before any of you ask, I have an Oath on Magic from two people here that the ones who called him Harry would never have kidnapped him. The time in which he came to them was one filled with War and the two who swore this are guessing that Harry's adopted parents must have believed him to be an orphan."
At this, while the idea that my son was taken to a war-ridden country makes my stomach churn, do I feel confident that these oaths are legit and that the guesses must be accurate as I know like no other that wars take lives, so for some lovely couple to adopt a child they had been told to have been orphaned makes me nod in empathy.
Then Carmelita puts her hands in front of her chest as she asks: "Can we see him?" But Bill shrugs and says: "Maybe, I'm not sure if he is asleep yet, but I know where he's staying. Just be careful not to make any noise when passing those curtains. We had to close them earlier today and – I prefer to not have a repeat performance."

And while my friends look at the mentioned curtains in confusion, do we make sure to follow through with his request, before suddenly I feel something burning in my ear and I hiss in pain, reaching over and pulling my communicator out of my ear, looking at it with eyes wide with shock when I realize that the mechanics have been burned.
All of my team mates then do the same and the male human winces as he says: "Oops, sorry. I forgot to mention that ecletonirs and magic don't really work well together. Most of the heavier sets of ecletonirs burn through or explode when in contact with as many wards and spells as the ones we're using to protect this place."
And while part of me wonders why he doesn't just say electronics, does Bentley shrug and say: "Nothing me and my – oh, wait." And with that do I look at my friend as he tries fruitlessly to use his control stick in order to move his wheelchair around before he presses several other buttons, none of them functioning to his demands.
The turtle sighs and lowers his head as he says: "Just great. A good seventeen years of work and craftsmanship ruined thanks to some magical protection spells." And while the male sends him an apologetic smile, does Bentley sigh and mutter: "How am I supposed to get up those staircases and see Rin-Gin without my wheelchair?"

"You can always use Skele-Grow." The male then says and when we all look at him, does he say: "It's a potion to restore broken bones. Healers use it often when someone has too many bones broken in a single appendage. Harry – I mean, Rin-Gin – had to use some back in his Second year, if my brother's stories are true."
At this Bentley looks shocked and asks: "I – I can – I can get a potion to – to heal from – from being crippled?" And the male nods before he asks: "Aren't there healers who can do so in the Muggle world?" But I shake my head and say: "Bentley was attacked by a mechanical menace. His bones and nerves were too heavily damaged."
The male nods and says: "Well, we have a nerve relief potion back at Hogwarts and a Skele-grow. If your friend agrees, we can get him to the Hogwarts Hospital Wing, have Madame Pomfrey remove his bones and them have him take some Skele-Gro. Do be warned, though, I had to take that last year, it's really nasty stuff."
But Bentley shrugs and says: "Anything to walk again. Do you guys have spells or potions that can make one move quicker too? Then I can make sure my new legs don't make me slower than I was in my wheelchair, you know?" But the male laughs and says: "Sorry, we have potions to heal people, not perform miracles."

To which my whole team and I share a glance, all of us thinking that the fact that they can heal Bentley from being crippled is a miracle in itself before Murray pulls him out of his wheelchair and up onto his shoulder before the male leads us up the stairs all the way to the uppermost landing, where he knocks softly.
All of us are tense now, the whole gang feeling excited over the idea to finally see my little boy again and while part of me wishes we had invited the Hare, Guru and Panda King, do I know that getting them out of China, Australia and Japan would have taken too long, but then those thoughts are blown out of my mind by the door opening.

A man older than the male escorting us stands in the doorway and smiles before he whispers: "Already asleep. Want to take a peak?" And my head almost falls off of my shoulders, I nod that quick, making the man smile at me through his matted black hair and his small moustache and beard before he steps aside.
Carmelita and I are the first to softly move over, but when we gaze into the room, do I see no trace of either a fox, a raccoon or even a hybrid. Instead, do I see a small human boy who seems only a few years younger than our male escort, who has messy black hair and a small face that seems to have a sleepy excited smile on its face.
Yet when I realize that the smile shows signs of excitement, do I feel my stomach plunging down to the bottom floor of the house and lower as I ask: "Is – is that human – is that Rin-Gin?" And while Dimitri, Murray and Bentley now peek in with the same looks of devastated shock on their faces, does the elder man nod and say:

"We believe that whoever kidnapped him placed a Glamour on him. Bill here is planning to reveal Harry's heritage to Gringotts tomorrow so we can get the help of the Goblins to remove it and hopefully, through the magical signature that must be attached to the glamour, find out who took Harry from you in the first place."
And while grateful for everything these humans have and are willing to do for us, do I softly whisper: "Rin-Gin." The man looks at me, do I close the door behind us all again and say: "We named him Rin-Gin. My wife's nickname for me is Ringtail and she insisted her son be named after it, while I wanted to name him after either of us."
The man nods and says: "I understand and I agree on the name, but you have to understand that my best friend, who is Rin-Gin's adopted father, named me godfather on the day Harry was supposedly born. My friend died 14 years ago and our friendship is sacred to me, so he will always be Harry to me, unless asked otherwise by him."

At this, while Carmelita has her hands over her heart and Dimitri has his back turned to us to keep us from seeing how touched he is, do I nod and say: "I understand. Do you perhaps have a place to sleep?" The man nods and motions for the door across from his as he says: "Remus agreed to sleep elsewhere tonight."
And while grateful for another selfless act committed by these people, do my friends and I bid them both a goodnight and retreat, the gang and me discussing things silently and all of us agreeing that none of these people should be considered a suspect as they are much too helpful, before we all tuck into various beds stationed around the room.
And while my wife and I share one of the larger beds and while I cuddle up to her gorgeous form, which she has kept strong and beautiful thanks to how dedicated she is when working, do I feel a content smile growing on my face as I fall asleep with the incredible thought that, tomorrow, I will finally see my son once more.


Okay, done!
So that took a little longer than I expected and it also took a few unexpected turns, but I got the chapter done and the Coopers have arrived at Headquarters. Now I'm sure a lot of you are shocked that Bentley's wheelchair and other equipment is malfunctioning, but I have a few plans for the newly healed Bentley.
Next chapter will not reveal these plans just yet as they will focus on Rin-Gin waking up, on him taking the trip to Gringotts and on the Order getting a really nasty shock. Also, if any of you know me even a little bit, you already know who I am planning to use as the kidnapper, but I won't spill any of my beans, yet.
See you later,

Venquine1990