A:N/ Standard disclaimers apply, and thx to Princess Fictoria for beating, please read authors note at the bottom.

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The two weeks in Maine, were restful for the brothers, but they were saddened that the American MOM couldn't find any trace of Simon Conway, but they made it known that they doubted that the dark lord had anything to do with it.

They returned to their home in London to find it just how they left it, with the exception of their father. Their Aunt moved around the house quietly cleaning up when the boys put their things away and caught up on what had been going on since they left.

Later that night, Drake rounded up his brothers for a chat. They had told their aunt that were practicing their interments, even though they weren't, and left for the drawing room.

"You okay Jake?" Harry said as soon as the door was shut and warded. It was the first real chance the boys had to talk all summer without their aunt.

Jake shook his head and dropped into a bean bag chair closest to the roaring fire.

"What happened?" Nick asked his eyes full of concern for his youngest brother.

"You know I stayed with Gawain Robards, the head of the Auror office," Jake said wringing his hands together.

Nick, Harry and Drake nodded.

"Well Dumbledore came by a few days later and gave the Robards strict instructions on how they were to care for me. He made it-" Stopping suddenly, Jake rubbed his hands hard over his eyes as if trying to dispel the memory. Taking a shaky breath, he went on. "Dumbledore made it sound as if I were some sort of criminal."

Flashback…

You'll need to keep a close eye on the boy," Dumbledore said.

"Surly the boy isn't all that bad," Samantha Robards reasoned, stealing a glance at Jake who was seated on his trunk in the sitting room.

Dumbledore took a second to answer, trying to think of the best way to explain Jake. "Young Jake is very flightily, and with out a doubt, will try and run away at the first available opportunity."

"What are you suggesting Albus?" Gawain asked, sounding concerned.

Jake sighed. If old Domblewarts was going to paint him as a bad ass kid, which, in retrospect he was, then it was surly going to be a summer of hell. But Jake knew that this had to be. He had to stay where Dumbledore put him. No mater what, he had to follow his father's plan.

As soon as Dumbledore left Jake was shown to his room. But as soon as he stepped through the door, it seemed more like a cell. There was a desk, a chair, a wardrobe, a bed, and a partially opened door that led to a bathroom.

"A house elf will be along shortly to bring you your lunch. You will not leave this room until you are told. And as I understand it you have summer homework to complete." And with that he left, locking the door behind him.

Jake opened his mouth to tell his new minder that he had no summer homework, but the door had already clicked shut.

The house elf arrived six hours later with a cold piece of chicken and an apple.

Jake sighed and munched on the apple. If this was what his summer was going to be like, then he knew he had been right in his earlier assessment. It was gonna be hell.

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So they just locked you in that room all summer?" Drake asked his voice tight with anger.

Jake shrugged. "Basically the house elf took care of me. He brought me meals every once and a while, made sure the room stayed clean, and that I wasn't doing anything I wasn't suppose to be doing. The only thing he didn't do was talk to me. I guess the Robard's told him not to."

"Don't worry little brother," Drake said patting Jake on the shoulder.

Jake scoffed and pushed Drake away. "Little brother my ass, you're five months older then me."

The four brothers laughed, lightening the mood.

"It's not the Robard's fault," Jake said. His brothers looked at him in question.

"It was Dumbledore that made them act that way. They seemed like okay people."

"How can they be okay people if you didn't see them all summer, and provided you with the least amount of care?" Nick asked, watching Jake sit in his seat.

Jake shook his head. "I don't, it's just a feeling…ya know? They're not bad people, just put in a bad situation."

"We know bro," Nick said soothingly. "And it's Dumbledore that'll pay, not them."

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June quietly slipped into July, and after three weeks of staying in London, Kate reluctantly went back to America, promising to check in daily on the boys.

And while the brothers were recuperating from their summer, the rest of the Wizarding world was seemingly on edge. Massive Deatheater attacks were happening every day, and even the Conway brothers couldn't ignore what was going on.

On one Sunday afternoon, while the brothers were eating breakfast, Nick stood suddenly and ran to his room, only to return moments later with a large brown package covered in dust, looking as if it hadn't been touch since it had been received.

Harry was the first to catch on, "the package from you Gran?"

Nick nodded setting the package on the table between the boys. Drake sprang from his seat and retrieved a ratty looking backpack, and set it next to Nick's package.

"I found this at Snape's house," Drake said in way of an explanation.

Jake was next taking a round object out of his pocket and un-shrunk the item to its full size, putting it carefully next to the backpack. "I nicked this the first day at the Robards."

Harry smiled at his brothers and used wandless magic to accio his own contribution to the growing pile on the table.

"Think we're ready?" Jake asked, smiling for the first time all summer.

"Only one way to find out," Drake said smiling. "We need to have a chat with the mole inside the school."

"And how do you suggest we do that?" Nick said disbelievingly.

"Easy we sneak in. We apparate to the school grounds, transform into animagus's and sneak into the school. The teachers will all be there, it shouldn't be that hard to find the mole." Drake reasoned.

"Sound's like a solid plan," Jake said thoughtfully.

"Okay, but then what?" Nick asked. "Don't get me wrong, I like the plan but what are we going to when we talk to the mole?"

Drake shrugged his shoulders. He obviously hadn't thought that far ahead, but Harry had.

"We call Voldy out," Harry said and smiled. "We challenged the bastard to a duel, one that even he can't resist."

"It sounds like suicide. I mean I'm with you all the way bro, but are you sure this is the way to go? I mean we have Dumbles to worry about. We can't let him interfere, and we have to make sure that Fudge gets a first hand look at what happens. The man is still in denial that Tom is even back. If there is anybody that needs to see the final battle, it's him." Nick said.

"Can you be anymore pessimistic bro?" Drake mocked.

"He's not being pessimistic, he's right." Jake said. "It's a good plan but we need to think it through. We can worry about Fudge later, but we really need to worry about Dumbledore, and let's not forget dad."

"Dad," Harry mumbled.

Drake, Nick, and Jake turned to look at their brother to see that Harry had a big smile on his face.

"I think I know," he started to say slowly. "How we can keep old Dumbledork bust while we talk to the mole. And who know, we may even get him to spill the beans about dad."

For the rest of the afternoon, Harry and his brother schemed. And as the fin al battle loomed dangerously ahead for the brothers, they couldn't help but have a good feeling about what was to come.

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It was three weeks until the start of term, and while most all of the teachers were at the school, they had no idea that for the first time in Hogwarts History that four boys, were going to be breaking into the school, before term started. Usually, as Jake pointed out, students were trying to break out.

In their animagus forms, they snuck onto the grounds, via the forbidden forest, so as to not set off and of the wards.

Transforming back into their human forms, they used their shadow walking to creep into the school and to where they knew the mole would be hiding.

Sitting in the Defense of the Dark Arts classroom, Hannah Prescott was hunched in her chair pouring over dark arts books.

The boys crept quietly in the room, not making a sound as the approached her desk.

"Boo," Jake said causing the woman to jump from her chair. She whipped her wand out of its holder, and waved it wildly around the room, trying to find the intruder.

"Lumos," she hissed waving her lighted wand around.

"Show yourself!" she demanded when she could not find the intruder.

Getting no answer, she opened her desk drawer and put a Foe-Glass on her desk, only to gasp when the four pissed off faces of the Conway brothers appeared.

"How did you get in here?" she demanded, still not finding the four trespassers.

"Magic," a voice whispered in her ear from behind.

She swung around only to meet her file cabinet head on. She staggered back in her seat, seeing stars, as her wand was snatched from her hand. She didn't realize until it was too late that she was now tied up, and had a silencing charm put on her.

"Listen closely," the voice said again. "We know who you are, and who you really work for." Her eyes grew wide as the sleeve of her robe was torn open, without out anyone even touching her exposing the dark mark.

"We want you to give your master a message for us," another voice whispered in her ear.

Hannah Prescott was not scared easily. She was a pureblood who joined the ranks of the Death Eaters for fame and prestige. She wanted to be the next headmistress of Hogwarts and Voldemort had promised her that if she had completed her mission, she would get what she desired.

But as she sat tired to a chair, being threatened by four teenage boys, she cursed. She hadn't signed up for this.

"This war is getting pretty damn old, and it's time to end it. So we're calling old Voldywart's out. Tell him that a week before school starts on the Quidditch pitch we challenge him to a duel. A fight to the death, at noon a week from today," the voice whispered making her shiver.

"Got it?" Another voice whispered jabbing her wand painfully into her neck.

She nodded her eyes wide with fear when hands reached out from the shadows and clipped a note on her cloak before throwing her into the floo, sending her to straight to Voldemort.

"Well, that was fun," Drake said after she was gone. He shook the soot from his black robes and sat down on the edge of her desk.

"You think he'll get the message?" Nick asked leaning against the back wall.

"Oh yeah, and there is no way in hell that he'll refuse it. A chance to kill of the Conway brothers? He'll probably think we're going into the fight with no game plan whatsoever."

Harry scoffed. "Well now that the message is sent let's split up and get the other things rolling. You guys know what to do, right?"

The boys nodded in response.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go round up any magical creatures that are willing to fight with us." Drake said hopping off the desk.

"And I'll go make the rounds to any wizards and witches willing to fight," Nick said.

"Better use your Metamorphmagus cover," Drake said. Nick nodded and closed his eyes. He shot up a head a head taller changed his hair color and lengthened it. He changed his eye color to a dull brown and changed his facial structure making him look almost like Snape. "It makes me look more intimidating," he said in response to the strange looks he was getting.

"I think we all have people we could convince to fight with us," Drake said looking at his brother's new appearance.

Harry nodded, "yeah I think we can all do that."

Jake smiled at his brother's intuitiveness and spoke next, almost giddy about his job. "And I get to go get the Quidditch pitch ready. Since Tom is playing on our home field, who says we can't have a few surprise wait for him when he gets here?"

Harry nodded and smiled. If anyone could pull one off on a few unsuspecting death eaters, it was Jake. "And I'll be stalking Dumbledore," he said rubbing his hands together. "Sooner or later he'll have to go see dad or talk about where he is, and he'll never even know I there."

His brother's nodded, knowing this was the most important job.

"And what about our little collection," Drake asked referring to the things that they had collected from Snape, the Potters, the Robards and Nick's Gran.

Harry nodded. "Yeah we do have to get in some practice."

"But after we get things done for the duel," Jake said eager to get out on the pitch.

Harry nodded and cuffed Jake on the arm. "Eager to go and play Jake?" he kidded.

Jake only laughed in response.

"Come on you guys," Nick said point at his watch. "Time's a wasting'."

The boys nodded and departed without another word. Nick was right. They didn't have much time.

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Albus Dumbledore did something he always did when he didn't know what else to do; he paced. He sometimes walked his office floors for hours at a time before figuring out the answer to his problem. But this time he knew the answer wasn't going to come as easily.

He had the American MOM watching his every move, Death eaters destroying Britain, and to top it all off, the boy who lived was no where to be seen. He had used whatever pull he had in the Ministry to launch a quiet search for the boys, which was immediately thwarted thanks to Agent Thompson. Now all he could do was sit back and waited to see if the boys would come back to school this fall.

He was about to pop a lemon drop in his mouth when the fireplace roared to life. James Potter stumbled out, the words rushing out of his mouth before he could compose himself. Dumbledore shook his head and sighed. The man was always a bit of a lose cannon.

"I have some bad news to report headmaster," he said not bothering with pleasantries.

Albus scowled, there was never anything but bad news to report. "Well?" he snapped impatiently.

James sat down and cleared his throat. "I cannot find Gryffindor's sword, I've searched the manor inside and out and the sword is no where to be seen. And you know if-"

"I know the consequences of the sword getting into his hands James! If I remember correctly I was the one that explained that to you!"

He sat down heavily in his seat. "How did he get to it James, with all of the charms and wards on that sword no one should have been able to touch it without my knowing."

James shook his head, his face going bright red with guilt he felt like a school boy again being reprimanded for breaking the rules. "I am sorry I let you down Albus. It will not happen again," James said softly.

Dumbledore stood, the twinkle leaving his eyes. "You're right James. It will not happen again."

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Voldemort paced his chambers, as he often did when he was deep in thought. Hannah Prescott had delivered the message from the Conway brothers an hour ago, and he had locked himself in his chambers after torturing the witch for failing to capture the boys. He had another death eater drag her broken body down to the dungeons, until he could figure out what to do with her.

He sat on his throne and called his inner circle to him. They appeared in a cloud of black smoke on their knees.

Bella, Avery, Ludovic Bagman, Crabbe and Goyle senior, Dolohov, Jugson and Severus Snape faced the ground as Voldemort stood and walking to his death eaters inspecting the closely.

"I have just received a message for the Conway brothers. They have challenged me to a duel," he said smiling. "The Conway brothers challenged me to a duel!" He said again, laughing for the first time since hearing the news. "To think, that four boys can win against the most powerful wizard of all time!"

The inner circle let out a low laugh, but no one dared to speak.

"I will amuse the boys with their request," he said off handedly. "But I will crush them. And then the world will be mine. Without the precious boy who lived, Dumbledore will be bowing down to me!"

As Voldemort let his inner circle talk about the details of the duel and what assets they had and who they could use to help," Voldemort made the third biggest mistake of his life. He chose once again to underestimate how strong the Conway brothers were, and the allies that they had.

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Not even an hour after the meeting ended, Severus Snape sat wearily in his usual seat in front of the headmaster's desk. He sipped the scalding tea and waited for the headmaster's response to what he had just reported. Snape sat patiently, but knew the situation was far from pleasant from the look on Albus' face.

"They challenged him to a duel?" he asked disbelievingly.

Snape scowled and nodded. He hated having to repeat the obvious.

"Did Voldemort say when the duel would be taking place?"

Snape flinched at the name and shook his head. "He knows," Snape said in a low voice, but chose to leave it out. "He suspects someone in his inner circle is a spy. Right now he doesn't know who, but I know that he has Bella looking into it. It is only a matter of time before they find out."

Dumbledore waved his hand at the comment, making Snape inwardly seethe. How dare Dumbledore have so little concern for his life. If the dark lord found out that that he was the spy, Snape knew that the dark lord would be kind as to just kill him. There were so many things worse then death.

"I believe for that Voldemort will be somewhat occupied for the next week, don't you think? We need to call an order meeting as soon as possible and try and find the Conway brothers. Should they meet Voldemort head on, they will surly die. We need to find them before that happens."

Snape only nodded.

"There is one more thing Dumbledore," Snape said putting his tea cup down. "After Draco was collected by the American MOM, I found something missing from my rooms."

Dumbledore leaned forward in his seat, his eyes boring into Snape's.

"Don't tell me it's-" Dumbledore whispered.

Snape nodded and looked down, only to jump at the sound of Dumbledore slamming his fist down on the desk.

"How can this be?" he ranted jumping up from his seat. "How could they know?"

"Headmaster," Snape questioned, not quite catching on to what the headmaster was ranting about.

Dumbledore didn't bother to answer the potions master, but continued to pace around the room.

How could things have gone so wrong?

TBC

A:N/ Sorry for the lateness post. But I wanted to spend some extra time on this chap and as a Thanksgiving treat to you, my loyal readers, I have made this chap a bit longer.

I have heard so many creative ideas as to how Dumbledore should be punished for crossing the Conway brothers, so I have decided to make a contest out of it. The best idea will be the revenge the Conway brothers give Dumbledore, and of course the person will be credited for the idea. So just leave a review, telling your idea. My beta Princess Fictoria, and I will be deciding the best entry. The contest will run through the next few chaps, so good luck!

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