Disclaimer: I do not own Witch Hunter Robin or Harry Potter

A/N: Here's the next installment and beware of some extreme liberties I've taken with the series. It is an AU fic after all. Apologies for the style change as well. is being fussy.

Chapter 12: Regroup and Research

Michael flipped past another page in the book. For someone who spends his time a foot away from the computer screen for around 15 hours a day, he was very surprised to find his eyes were beginning to hurt after five hours of research. He blamed it on the dust.

The hunters had moved to researching this Voldemort person as they figured they should probably know who they're fighting. They also desperately needed to kill time. The witches were doing some sort of preparation with magic and calling in reinforcements, but not much was left for the hunters to take care of. In other words, they were stuck in the library.

Unluckily for them, only one book actually mentioned the "Dark Lord" in passing. Apparently the subject of Voldemort was not a popular one in witch literature. Amon decided that they would have to base their info solely on what the witches were telling them. No one seemed to enjoy that thought too much.

As their primary reason for being in the library was taken away, everyone decided to do other bits of research on the wizarding world. Michael pitied Karasuma who had somehow gotten stuck with perusing "Hogwarts, A History." Not only was the title terribly uninteresting, but the book was at least five times the size of the other books. She was still only halfway through it.

Unsurprisingly, Doujima had given up after reading half of a book and has since tried to look for something interesting to read. She's still looking.

Haruto had lasted a little longer, waiting until after his first book to give up. He instead chose to read over Karasuma's shoulder, though he guessed that "reading" should be replaced with "looking at the pictures." Michael didn't know why Karasuma didn't push Haruto away and put another book in front of him. Maybe everyone was getting more lax with the rules.

Michael tried to covertly glance at Amon and Robin. Amon always seemed to know when someone was looking at him. Not only did that creep the hell out of him, but Amon would probably point out the fact that he was staring using the most embarrassing method possible. Michael had wanted to place a bet that Amon was really a sadist, but Haruto wasn't willing to bet against that.

Despite his own reservations about Amon's character, Robin seemed quite comfortable sitting next to him. Robin was looking through past issues of the witches' newspaper, a job which both Haruto and Doujima had fought hard for but was overruled by Amon. He heard from Haruto who weasled it out of Doujima who heard it from Karasuma that Amon and Robin had some sort of argument, to which Karasuma tried to vehemently play down at breakfast. Maybe Amon was trying to make up for putting her down. Then again, Robin was acting kind of lovey-dovey with him at breakfast after their sudden disappearance. His rational side was trying to quell the X-rated scenario created by his jealous side. So far, the rational side wasn't winning.

"Have you found something, Michael?"

Amon hadn't even looked up. "Uh...no...not anything of interest anyway." Michael focused back on his book. Though Amon seemed to pick on him a lot, he couldn't rule him out as just a jerk, either from all the times he saved everyone from the wrath of Zaizen or that mini heart-to-heart they had at the convict's house. It made him appreciate Amon and the situation a little more, but he never wanted to have another heart-to-heart with Amon again. He'd also prefer not repeating "at the convict's house" in any sentence ever again.

Doujima came back to the table and plopped down in her seat. She looked as though she had a fight with some of the books. "I can't believe it. Not one fashion book in this entire library."

"I'm not sure you'd be interested if you found a book, Yurika. Black robes aren't your type of clothing."

"You never know what you could find, Miho. Maybe I'll see something that I can start a new line with."

"I sincerely doubt that you could do that," Haruto said. "I wouldn't ever wear anything like that again. It's way too weird. It feels like I'm cosplaying or something."

"Then it's a good thing I don't trust the fashion sense of an otaku like you."

Haruto seemed to be taking the insult surprisingly well. Maybe he was growing out of the argumentative phase.

"Bite me, Doujima." Well, maybe for a few more seconds.

Karasuma pushed him back into his seat. "Get another book, Sakaki." Michael smiled. Everything's back to normal.

Haruto frowned a bit and pulled out one of the books from his pile. It only took a page for him to start complaining. "Remind me why we're doing this again."

"We might find something useful," Karasuma said.

"Like what? I don't even know what I'm looking for."

For the first time in five hours, Amon looked up. "If you have something better to do, feel free to do so."

Haruto pursed his lips and went back to reading. Michael looked down at his book as well. It was a genetics book. Amon requested (more like ordered) that he look at it and tell him if anything was off. Most of it was scientific gibberish, but Michael was used to looking at genealogy files of witches. He would be the one most likely to catch something.

Michael stopped and readjusted his glasses. It wouldn't take a scientist to spot this. He hoped he wasn't too fixated on Robin that he had actually begun to see her name everywhere. He looked at the rest to make sure it wasn't about a bird.

"Project Robin?"

"Did you say my name, Michael?"

"Uh...yeah...but it's in this book and dates back...15 years ago?"

"Cripes. Talk about a coincidence."

Amon ignored Haruto. "What is it about?"

"As far as I can tell, it's some sort of genetic experiment. There aren't many details here. Only that a guy named Toudou started it and used a girl as the test subject. It says that the girl was a daughter of some big shot at Solomon. Amon, do you know a guy called Juliano Colegui?"

Robin's eyes widened. "But, that's my grandfather."

Everyone looked at one another, quickly coming to the same conclusion. Amon leaned over the table. "Does it say anything else, Michael?"

"No. It's just a log that states an experiment took place. It doesn't even say why or what the results were."

"Are there any other names listed?" Amon asked, sounding a bit more desperate than usual. "If it's written in here, there must be some sort of link to a witch in England. No one would have found out if it were purely a Solomon experiment."

"It doesn't say a name." Amon looked down at the table trying to think of something else.

"Wait," Doujima interrupted. "If it was 15 years ago and called Project Robin, then it would be safe to assume that Robin is what they wanted to achieve." Robin shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "If what Toudou found could endanger the life of Robin as a child, where would the safest place to put her be?"

Karasuma closed the book and pointed to the title. "I've read hundreds of pages on protective curses placed on this school. This would be the first place I'd send my child if she needed protection."

Michael adjusted his glasses. "Which would mean..."

Amon stood up. "Dumbledore."

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Doujima would have called the run to Dumbledore's office a mad dash or something very akin to that. Though she was sure the group must have beaten an Olympic track record, the hunters still had to wait outside as none of them actually knew how to get into the office. Though this would be the time where Amon or Michael would attempt a few guesses at what the password may be, she was sure neither of them were going to say something like "lemon drops" or something far more detrimental to a man's ego. Sometimes they are so easy to read.

A lingering scent of cigarette smoke and the swishing of a long coat cued Doujima in to who was behind her before the hands even landed on her hips. She caught his wrists in mid-air. "I think you need to work on your approach."

"I guess I do." Nagira grinned at her quick reaction. The others looked in their direction. Amon quickly rolled his eyes and turned away. "So what is a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

"Can't you tell?"

"Does my little brother want to harass poor old Dumbledore again?"

"Wrong answer. I guess you can't trust a lawyer's intuition."

"But I was right about Dumbledore."

"I don't give half credit, but you could make up for it by telling me what the password is."

"What makes you think I know it?"

"Woman's intuition. Plus there aren't any other rooms in this area for you to be heading to."

"Smart girl. I can't imagine why Amon doesn't fancy you instead."

"We don't need distractions right now, Nagira," Amon interrupted. "The password."

"Short and sweet as always. You know, you could learn a few things by watching your older brother."

"I'm sure nothing you do will be beneficial to me."

"I'm good for some things. I got you to say 'we' again."

"The password."

"Chazwuzzers."

The staircase unwound itself around the statue. "I'm running a little late," Nagira said. "You're all going to have to live with crashing an important meeting."

"I'm sure we'll manage."

"That 'we' again. Are you sure you don't owe your 'nii-san a few words?"

"I'm sure I don't."

Amon headed up the stairs with a somewhat confused looking Robin in tow. Doujima closed in on Nagira to figure out what else he knew.

"What is this meeting about, anyway?"

"Well, little missy, I believe it's about what we should do with you. Apparently the reinforcements aren't too keen on working with former Solomon hunters." Nagira paused to look her up and down. "They obviously have never seen you."

"Obviously."

Miho put her hands on her hips. "Are you two coming or not?"

Doujima took Nagira's arm and headed toward the steps. "We don't want to miss your brother's grand entrance."

"That we do not. Sirius also has some amusing facial expressions and derogatory remarks whenever my charming brother is around."

Miho rolled her eyes "I wouldn't have thought that any relation to Amon would have been a perfect match for you, Yurika."

"Don't worry Miho. I'm sure when this is all over, we can go out and find you a nice boy, too."

Sakaki stormed down the steps to where the three were chatting. "Can't you keep your mind on the mission, Doujima. Amon-san's about to go into Dumbledore's office."

Doujima was about to fire back another response, but Miho stepped in between them. "Let's just join Amon before he drags Robin and Michael with him alone." Miho pushed Sakaki up the steps while Nagira and Doujima hurried up to see the witches' reaction.

Doujima was so impressed by Dumbledore's office that she almost missed Sirius' facial explosion. Almost. The man looked as though he were about to charge and tackle Amon. The convict had cleaned up a considerable amount since last night, maybe getting ready for a forced apology to Miho. His lack of facial hair and grime only made his anger more obvious to everyone in the room. She assumed that his face wouldn't be the only thing talking.

"I wasn't aware we invited them," Sirius said accusingly to Dumbledore.

"We hadn't. Now sit down, Sirius." The old witch continued to stare at Sirius until he sat back down. "What can we do for you?"

The room had been set up with a circle of chairs surrounding Dumbledore's desk. The group included some of the usual suspects, though some of the others were new and were most likely the reinforcements.

"We need to talk." Amon again took position as leader, whether or not that was the best idea as he was more than likely the least favorite out of the group.

"Go ahead."

"It only concerns you."

Dumbledore sighed. "Our conversation will eventually be leaked to everyone in this room either by me or by one of the paintings, so if you could save an old man the trouble of repeating himself, I'd appreciate it if we stayed here."

Amon paused and looked around the room. Robin stayed close as usual, and Michael, Sakaki and Miho weren't far behind. Nagira stayed with Doujima even though his seat at the round table was still unoccupied.

"We want to know if you were ever approached by a man named Toudou."

Dumbledore hummed to himself. "I've seen and met thousands of people, and I cannot always remember their names. Could you narrow it down?"

Amon narrowed his eyes. The old man was obviously baiting him to give up more information, however, Amon's choices were rather limited. "He was a scientist. He probably talked to you concerning a child."

"Ah yes." Dumbledore smiled in full twinkle mode while Amon was on the verge of strangling him. Doujima could have laughed at the clash of two very different personalities. "I do remember a scientist who talked to me about a little girl. Unfortunately he was from Solomon and to protect the other children, I could do nothing for the young man."

Amon stared at Dumbledore. "That may have been the reason you gave Toudou, but I think there's something more you're not telling us. Protecting the children alone would not have motivated you to refuse a child. Your werewolf friend is example enough."

Remus reddened and scratched the back of his head. The comment earned Amon a double-teamed glare-down with Sirius and Tonks combining forces against Amon. He didn't seem to notice.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "You're right. I didn't refuse him purely because of his attachment to Solomon. I was willing to take the baby girl in or let a family raise her in England, but his explanation about the girl concerned me. He claimed he had cloned the girl from her mother and genetically altered her DNA so she would become the most powerful wizard in the world."

The old witch readjusted his glasses. "I didn't know what Solomon's advancements in muggle science was like, but I highly doubted that something like that would even be possible. I'm not normally a distrusting man, but I couldn't afford to place anyone related to Solomon in one of our witches' care. That's why I refused. "Dumbledore looked at the entire group. "What made you ask?"

"Is that all he said?" Amon asked, visibly irritated at having to interrogate the old man further (or at the glares sent in his direction). "Did he mention anything else about the experiment?"

Dumbledore closed his eyes. "I can't fully remember the conversation, but there's one way we can find out."

Doujima watched as the old witch walked over to what she had thought was his sink. He then used his wand to extract a silver string from his head. She looked quickly to Nagira, who also had no idea what was happening.

Dumbledore smiled at the hunters' open mouths. "It's called a pensieve. I can use it to reexamine some of my cloudier memories a little more closely." He looked at them with mischievous interest. "Would any of you like to join me?"

The group stared at each other in horror. The prospect of seeing it first hand would be far more reliable than hearing the witch's version, but they didn't have a clue about what would happen to them if they took a look at it. "A summary should suffice," Amon said.

Dumbledore feigned a hurt look and continued to watch his memory. The whole thing seemed rather shady to Doujima, but she supposed it was the only way to get information.

"Ah!" Dumbledore suddenly exclaimed frightening half of the hunters in the process. "He told me that the girl would be some sort of Eve to us, as if she were the only wizard who could have children who were also wizards. I think that is what tipped me off as being suspicious. In England we have pureblood families that have heirs who are also witches."

"I think that's just a coincidence," Michael piped in, though by the look on his face he was instantly regretting walking into the conversation.

"I'm sorry, my boy. What was that?"

"Um...I just think that witches are more prone to be born with other witches, or at least it's easier to identify their powers as being a witch when the family is expecting it." Michael looked around at the many skeptical faces. He opened the book he had been carrying in case they needed to reference Robin's entry.

"I've been studying this book on genealogy, and I take care of most of the files recorded in Solomon's database. While there is some link, many of the witches we see do not have any relatives who are witches. The one's who are related are not always a direct relation, or if they are, Solomon scientists have not been able to locate a specific gene making them that way. I mean, if they had, you guys would be a lot easier to hunt."

Michael coughed. "Ummm...yeah...anyway, you're genealogy chart looks as though it were a family tree but there seems to be a large sum of people who aren't witches in mostly witch households."

"Squibs," Remus said, suddenly remembering something. "There have been a lot of squibs recently. The decreasing number has been there for a millennium or so, but class size has reduced considerably since I was here."

Dumbledore looked at Remus and back to Michael. "Was he telling the truth then?"

"Oh...well..." Michael quickly glanced at Robin. "We're not really sure, but statistically he was right about the inability to produce offspring."

Dumbledore sighed. "I turned away a child who needed me. A month after he left I checked up on his whereabouts only to find that he was dead and the child had been killed by her grandfather." Robin noticeably straightened her posture. Dumbledore looked at the hunters. "Why bring this up now?"

Michael desperately looked to Amon to field the question. "Not many Solomon names are mentioned in your books. We took interest in the fact that not only was there a name of a hunter, but that there was also information about a Solomon experiment." Doujima was impressed by how well Amon could lie, though technically it was a half-truth. She only hoped Amon's brother didn't have that same ability.

Dumbledore quirked an eyebrow. Remus was equally put-off. "That doesn't really explain the need to talk all of a sudden," Remus said. "How many years ago was this?"

"Fifteen," Dumbledore said. "I do have to agree with Remus. You could have waited."

"And you could have been lying to us about how much you knew about Solomon," Amon said, relieving the other hunters from having to argue the situation. "We weren't about to stay for a few more hours without knowing the full extent of your dealings with Solomon. The most insignificant detail to you can be a strong enough link to lead Solomon straight here." Doujima would have kissed Amon if she didn't think Robin would incinerate her on the spot.

Both Dumbledore and Remus seemed to have conceded to Amon's argument, neither really understanding what Solomon was fully capable of.

"That's it!" Hunters and witches alike looked around the room for the voice without a body. Muffled voices sounded near Sirius, and a boy came tumbling out, dragging a cloak behind him. The three other children were now in plain sight.

"Hermione!" Ron and Harry yelled as one. Neville still lay entangled in the cloak on the floor.

"How did you get here?" Sirius exclaimed, overacting the part. For a convict, he was a terrible liar.

Dumbledore shook his head, though most likely secretly proud that they had gone unnoticed even though four of them had been under one cloak. "Sirius, why don't you escort the children back out."

"Wait, professor," Hermione chimed in. "I think I know the reason why they came. I remember picking up 'Wizarding Genealogy' from the library for a bit of light reading, and that passage in particular was the only one I had trouble with because I had never heard of Solomon before. The entry said that the experiment was called Project Robin. An experiment that was 15 years ago and now a girl named Robin who is 15 years old are more than just coincidences."

The witches turned their attention back to the hunters. Amon's jaw tightened. Doujima was sure the man was seriously considering pulling out his gun and firing. Robin's hand gripped the back of Amon's coat.

"Is she Toudou's creation then?" Dumbledore asked, eyeing Robin who was currently half-hiding behind Amon.

Amon sighed, glancing at Robin. "We don't know for sure, but we expect as much."

Dumbledore nodded and smiled at Robin. "If it's alright with you, Miss Sena, I think my colleagues and I would like to see what you're capable of."

Miho grabbed Robin by the shoulders. "Robin isn't a test subject for you to analyze. Robin is a girl just like Hermione or any other child you've taught. I won't let you treat her as if she were sub-human."

"It's OK," Robin said, smiling up at Miho. "I want to see myself what I'm capable of doing." Robin looked at Amon then back to the witches. "What is it that you want me to do?"