Here is the next Chapter. the story shall be ending soon, sorry though i might do a sequel. depends on the feedback i get.
Thanks in the muchoness goes to my beta The Good Die Alone you are excellant
"Look, mister, that wasn't a Dark Wizard. That was my friend Sterling undercover. You almost ruined an entire mission so we had to stop you," Chris quickly explained as he saw Moody getting angrier and angrier.
"You are a teenager! What mission could you have possibly been on that allowed a fellow teenager to kill people? And still be considered innocent?" Moody shouted, attracting the attention of several other train station members. Hermione winced as the people stared at the old Auror and the young boy.
"A very important mission, you bellowing old wind bag. America is very different. Those weren't people that he killed, they were demons." Chris crossed his arms and dared the man to say anything. When Moody continued to look baffled, he relented and added. "Demons have no soul, they aren't human or even close. They just look it. Can we go? The stares are burning holes in my back."
Moody looked even more taken aback, but complied and walked toward a remote corner of the station. He gripped Chris's and Hermione's arms, Chris's maybe tighter than necessary, and Side-Along-Apparated them out of there.
They reappeared in a rather dank house that had heads that were mounted on plaques decorating the walls. Chris's face showed his revulsion clear enough as he looked around.
"What is this place?" he asked
"Sirius Black's parent's old house. He gave it to the Order when they needed a Headquarters." Hermione explained quickly. She looked above her head at where the bedrooms were and started up the stairs. "I'm going to see how Ron and Harry are," she said by way of explanation.
Chris started to follow her, but Moody stopped him.
"The Order wants a word with you," he said gruffly as he dragged Chris down to the kitchen.
"Look, you don't need to drag me around! I have these objects people like to call feet, attached to my legs for easy access and allow me to move. If would let me use them we could get there faster," Chris commented as Moody continued to drag the unresisting Chris down a set of stairs.
A voice could be heard from behind a door. "The war hasn't reached America yet, so why do we need an ambassador from there?"
"There is conflict of a different kind there, though not as bad."
"That doesn't explain why this person felt the need to come."
"Maybe we should listen to them before we make judgments," a female voice interrupted the arguing men.
"Tonks, the American President of Magic already said he won't help. What could this person offer that he hasn't already refused?"
Moody pushed open the door on that note and pushed Chris into a chair.
"Moody, what's with the kid? Want to tell us something?" A man with black hair an attitude to match Harry's asked.
"No, Sirius, meet the American ambassador."
A clamor broke out among the Order members.
"He's too young!"
"What could he know about war?"
"Is this a bad joke?"
"Moody, really!"
"He is the American that is going to offer us support in exchange for a service isn't he?" Moody challenged.
The fire roared at that moment and deposited Albus Dumbledore on the stone floor.
"Ah, Chris is already here. Good. We can get started then. Chris, precisely do you need help with?"
"Are you serious?" he asked, looking at the headmaster in disbelief.
"No, I am," Sirius said with a small ironic smile.
"That joke died second year," a man with a tired expression said. Sirius shrugged. He thought it was still funny on occasion. Usually when it wasn't the time for it.
The other members of the Order were still looking at Chris, waiting for him to tell them what was just so important that they needed to drop everything and help him with it.
Chris swallowed and reached into his backpack for all the information that Hope had sent him. He hadn't known that Dumbledore even knew about what he was planning, but, then again, that was Dumbledore for you. He always knew what happened in his school.
"We have about twenty-one missing children in three years."
"Why is that noteworthy? Children go missing all the time," the tired man interjected.
"Remus, let Chris finish." Dumbledore requested.
Chris noticed that an older Weasley boy was looking at him like he knew him. The guy did seem familiar, though Chris pushed it to the back of his mind until he had time to ponder on it. He cleared his throat and continued, "What is noteworthy is that all the children are from powerful magical families or are hybrids of some sort. They were all in their teens and their equally powerful families can't find them. We have the location that we believe they are being kept. It's a hospital, and we think that Muggle doctors are experimenting on them."
Chris set down the sheets with each kids profile and picture on it. He also put down the blueprints for the hospital and the sheets with the pictures of the doctors on them.
"We had a great rescue plan in place and about a week ago something must have happened. Security has suddenly increased and there is no way in unless you are mortal and without magic. Three days ago, a low-level demon attempted to get in with a magic child that he must have kidnapped. He was denied access. The child was uh... liberated from the demon and taken back to their parents. That was our original scheme."
Here Chris stopped again and placed the original plans for getting in. They had been going to pretend to be a demon and bounty, get in, get the kids, and get out.
"Since that's not going to work we have to pull out all the stops. Spells, potions, and a lot of them. We personally don't have the resources to pull off something of that magnitude. Hopefully that's where you come in," Chris finished, looking around at the Order.
"Why can't adults in America want to help you? Why go overseas?"
"The adults in America are scared. About six months ago the new Source was crowned. The youngest ever. All children are suspected of being in allegiance with him and aren't trusted, even if it means that other children go lost and mistreated. They also won't believe that mere mortals are pulling this off. And they are right, they have to be helped by a high level demon."
"What about your parents? These kids' parents? They would believe you, their children are at stake!" Molly Weasley interjected. She couldn't believe a parent that wouldn't try to help their child.
"My mother is dead and father uninterested. A lot of these other kids have mortal parents or their parents are dead as well. You don't live very long in my world."
"What the hell is 'the Source'?" Remus asked, as he didn't quite understand that one part.
"The Source of All Evil. The most powerful demon in the Underworld. All other demons answer to him… Or they are vanquished," Bill Weasley answered. A ringing silence followed this pronouncement.
"One of the other Curse- Breakers was American and we talked back and forth about our worlds. George and me went to Magic School once for a presentation as well."
"That's where I remember you!" Chris yelled, smacking himself in the forehead for letting it slip his mind.
"Yeah, the headmaster's younger son. You were excellent in the dueling class we sat in on. Your opponent never saw what was hitting him. And you were all of twelve when that happened." Bill shook his head in memory of the occasion.
"He shouldn't have been partnered with me. All he had was levitation and wasn't very good at it. My brother is harder to beat." Chris shrugged.
"Anyway we are busy with the Source as well. We have a resistance already started against him. Again, no adults. They won't believe what is going on or don't want to risk it," Chris added as he thought about it.
"Teenagers are running the only resistance against the Source of All Evil, and no one thinks that that's strange?" Tonks asked. She wasn't that far out of her teens either and knew that it must be frightening to do what they are doing.
"They think we've started a club. Some people are joining, but that's more magical creatures and such. Now the important part. How are we going to rescue the children?"
"With a big bang," Sirius replied.
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In the end it was decided that Bill, Charlie—who was in to see his father—Tonks, Remus, Sirius, Moody, and, finally, Kingsley would be going. This decision was not taken nicely by the younger group of children.
"We want to go as well," Harry protested as they watched Chris pack a bag.
"No! You have to stay here and stay safe. The boy savior of the Wizarding World is not going to risk his life. Besides, the Order isn't going to let you go."
"But they let you in the meetings. We aren't even allowed to do that." Harry felt left out. He wanted to help; he could help if they would let him.
"The more people the better, right?" Ron asked. He wanted to go also.
"No, 'cause then we have to look out for you as well. The less people, the better," Chris replied and swung his pack on his back. "I'm leaving. I'll see you when we are done and the kids are safe."
"Be safe," Hermione said.
"Aren't I always?" Chris grinned and headed downstairs.
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Hope stood to the side of a major highway and looked at her watch again. He was late. Chris was never late. Something must have happened. She continued to brood and imagine everything from death to becoming a man of the night happening to Chris. Why didn't he just call so that she would know that he was all right? Why did he have to play these games? He could be such an annoying...
Orblights and the sound of several cars backfiring cut off her mind.
"Chris!" She attacked the orblights and blinked owlishly at the people standing behind him.
"Who are they?" she asked.
"Just people that have agreed to help us. They can distract and grab while we take down the doctors," Chris explained. A car drove past and he pulled her deeper into the woods. They could not afford to be seen right now.
"What could they possibly do as a distraction?"
"We'll talk about it later; right now we need to get moving. How far is the hospital?"
"About a mile and a half. They have wards all around the grounds, the only way in is on foot."
"Great," a person to the side mumbled.
"It's better than what some other situations were," Hope snapped. "We could have had to get there on foot, through a river, and over a mountain. This one is just through the woods. The others went ahead and are scouting out the guards and where they are."
"Good thinking. Do you have the potions and everything?"
"Yep." She handed him a sash similar to those worn by the military for holding bullets, only this one held several potion bottles.
"The usual. Flash, smoke, vanquish, disappearing, teleporting, and the amazing shape shifter."
"You brewed potions?" Chris raised an eyebrow. Hope could not make potions for her life.
"No, Sterling and Emily did. They're almost as good as your mother."
Hope was soon swallowed by the trees they were walking through.
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They had been walking for at least an hour when Chris heard movement in the trees surrounding them. He stopped still and swiveled his head, looking for the source of the noise. Moody had stopped as well, also looking, when a figure stepped out.
Sirius let out a yelp and reached for his wand. Chris grabbed his hand and stopped him from firing a spell.
"Andy!" he said in relief. "Little warning next time might be nice."
"What if it wasn't you?" he asked defensively.
"Andy, you have heightened vision. You saw us before we even heard you."
"Well, I wasn't sure. There are extra people with you." He nodded at the Order members.
"They're here to help. We will need it by the end of the mission. Any other unneeded questions?"
Andy shook his head and then caught sight of Bill. "You were that British guy that came for career day… Man, that was years ago."
"Why do you all remember that?" Bill asked throwing his hands up. "Was I that interesting, or what?"
Andy shook his head, "Nah, it was because you are British. All the other presenters were American. You made it seem cooler."
Bill smiled to himself and kept walking, this time with more bounce in his step.
"Hey!" a female voice echoed from the woods. "You ladies going to take all day, or are we going to get some ass whooping in?"
"What's ass whooping?" Remus asked Tonks.
"I believe it's the same thing as arse kicking," she replied.
"Ah, that makes more sense that what I was thinking..."
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"Welcome to the Hospital for the Mentally Handicapped and Disabled. Or at least what's left of it." Chris pointed to the derelict building that was on the horizon to their left. "This is the position where they are keeping the kids."
"Are you sure?" Moody asked. He moved his fake leg around a bit to keep it from getting sore and stiff. The damned thing was a bloody bother.
"The sheer number of magical signatures that are surrounding and emanating from this place tell us for sure. This is it," Hope replied, regarding the building as if it held the plague. Which was not at all impossible, as it wasn't the cleanest place in the world.
"Was does that mean?" Remus asked. These kids seemed to forget that their two worlds weren't as connected as they thought. There were several terms that went right over their heads. Add the fact that Moody was glaring daggers at one of the teens that had joined them later on, and this was a huge headache.
"It means there are a lot of people in there with magic. And since it's a deserted hospital in the middle of Nevada, well… makes you wonder. Wondering, in this case, led us straight to the truth," Chris explained. He had noticed that a lot of the older people had the same expression that he had had his first week or so of Hogwarts. Total and utter confusion.
"My connection with my sister is getting stronger. She's close by." Chris didn't dare look at Hope, afraid to see her optimistic expression. He didn't want this to turn out to be a bust.
Chris? Is that really you?
Yeah... Mellie?
Are you here to laugh at me? Why, Chris? Why did you do this to me?
What the effing hell are you talking about? I'm Luke Skywalker and I am here to rescue you. What did you get in your head that would make you think otherwise?
Wyatt was here. He's working with them…Er… they're working for him.
I don't don't really know how to say this, so I'm just gonna come out with it. Wyatt is evil. As in the Source evil.
Wy works for the Source?
Wy is the Source.
Oh... Shit.
You can say that again.
Oh shit
We're coming in. Be ready to move, if you can tell the other kids as well. I gotta go.
"Chris? Earth to Chris." Hope was waving her hand in front of his face in an attempt to attract his attention.
"We need to get a move on," he said, moving faster.
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