A/N: OK, folks, this is the long awaited second half of chapter four, and is the stuff you are seeing for the first time as that this was never previewed. So I hope you enjoy it. I sort of have to run through this quickly for spell checking and all that. I'm cooking Lasagna for the family tonight because Mom is tired and needs a night off. We've had family coming in and out of the house visiting since the first of July and Mom really needs a break. So I offered to cook. Could be a good thing. Or it could be everyone off work tomorrow with food poisoning.

And don't look to me for any comments about the book. I have no idea. I bought it. I may read it six months from now. Rowling just sort of lost me on the last book. I like happy endings, and this is looking less and less likely to be one. So go enjoy it for yourselves. I'll get around to it someday.

In the meantime, keep in mind I am operating on only things up to Book Four.

And as always,

Enjoy.

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CHAPTER FOUR-PART TWO: WHAT EXACTLY IS IT THAT YOU DO FOR A LIVING?

Harry froze in the grip until he saw the hair and heard that voice. Instantly he pulled free, finding the arms easily releasing him.

His face instantly broke into a smile of relief as he turned to face his captor.

"Katlin!" he exclaimed. "You free! You got away from the Ministry! Dumbledore said you had escaped, but I never saw anything in the Daily Prophet, and Sirius and Arabella never said anything, and I was afraid to ask anyone because I...well, if it was never in any of the papers, people would wonder how I knew and wonder why I was aski..." Harry stopped abruptly in his rambling. He had been worried about Katlin since he last left her sitting in a jail cell at the Ministry of Magic, waiting to be transported to Azkaban. The only word he had heard since then had been from the Headmaster of his school, who told him Katlin had indeed escaped before reaching Azkaban. And where as he didn't doubt Dumbledore's word, it still wasn't the same as seeing her safe and well. "I'm really glad you're safe." he finally finished.

The Elite Deatheater greeted him with a warm smile. "Hello, Harry. How are you?"

"Right now?" Harry asked, still a little breathless, "not very good. I was suppose to be at the adoption agency, then O..."Harry stopped suddenly, not sure how much he could tell the Deatheater about what had happened. "Then I got taken from there by someone." He amended quickly, knowing it didn't sound like a very good explanation. "Then we were being chased by Deatheaters. We ducked down an alley. He disapparated, but I couldn't, and suddenly I was alone, so I couldn't tell him, and I thought the best thing to do was try and get back to the adoption agency, and..."

But Katlin quickly slapped a hand over his mouth.

"Harry, I couldn't have followed that story if I had a code book to translate it. Could we try again with just questions and answers?"

Harry nodded.

Katlin pulled her hand back. "All right then." she stated in her usual cool tone, "You were at an adoption agency. Why?"

"I was there with Sirius and Arabella. They're trying to adopt me."

"Good for them." Katlin answered in a less than interested tone. "You got taken from the agency. By who?"

Harry stared up at her, not answering.

"Orion Black?" Katlin supplied.

Harry tried his best not to look surprised.

"It's not that hard to figure out, Harry." Katlin put in. "The Deatheaters knew you were with Orion in the car. It only stands to reason he was the one you left the building with, yes?"

Harry nodded.

"All right, then." She said pleasantly. "Mr. Black figured you were being followed by Deatheaters?"

Harry nodded.

"He tried to lose them by abandoning the car and ducking down an alleyway?"

Harry nodded again.

"All right. Now, give me the last part again. Slowly!" she emphasized. "How did you end up in that alleyway alone?"

Harry took a breath. "Orion said we could just apparate back to his house. But I guess he didn't know I can't apparate. And he disappeared before I could tell him."

"Idiot." Katlin whispered as she glanced out at the street, leaving Harry wondering is she meant him or Orion. But she quickly turned a slightly concerned expression to him. "Why didn't you just wait for Mr. Black to come back, Harry?"

"Because the alleyway only had one opening." Harry explained. "And if the Deatheaters found me, I couldn't have gotten away. So I thought the best thing to do was get out of the alleyway and try and get back to the adoption agency. I didn't stop running until I felt I was far enough away from them. Then you grabbed me and..." Harry glanced back out at the street as well, then turned back to Katlin. "...and why didn't anyone notice that? I thought I was screaming bloody murder?"

"Trust me," Katlin replied with a slight grimace at the memory, rubbing her ear, "you were. And the reason they didn't react to the ruckus you were making was because the minute you stepped out of that alleyway, I placed a spell around you that hid you from muggles and wizards alike. No one could see or hear you. Little trick I've picked up along the way." She added with a small wink.

Harry remember the spell Katlin had taught him once before about concealing objects. The same one he had used to sneak her wand into her at the Ministry prison, allowing her to escape. Likely it was the same spell she had used on him.

"Well," she added, looking down at him as she crossed her arms in front of her, "I guess the only thing left to do is send you home."

"But what about Orion? How will he know where I am?"

Katlin waved his concern off. "The Unspeakable deserves to worry for being so careless. Teach him a good lesson about caring for a child. Hopefully he'll be more attentive in the future. All right then," Katlin stated with a small trace of a smile. "Ready to go home?"

Harry almost put in that home to him was with Sirius and Arabella and that was where he wanted to be sent. But knowing what Katlin meant, he simply nodded his head.

Katlin reached into her robes and pulled a small green stone. She handed it to Harry, who looked it over curiously. It looked much like the stone Arabella had used once to transport them to Hogwart's after the Deatheaters attacked the house.

"The key will take you directly to the Black Estate once it's activated, Harry. So you don't need to worry about being hi-jacked or so in mid-apparation. Once you get there, if Mr. Black isn't there, you stay in the house. You understand? Don't go outside. Not for anything."

"But if he's looking for me, how will he know I'm there?" Harry asked.

"Don't worry about that." Katlin assured him. "He'll know."

"But..."

"Harry, just trust me, all right?"

Harry nodded again. Katlin had never asked him to do anything that place him intently in harms way.

"Very good." Katlin smiled at him. "Now, just tell the key where you want to go, and you'll be there before you blink."

Harry looked up at her for a second. He had genuinely missed her since they parted company last, and in his opinion the reunion had been much to short. "Am I going to see you again?" he ask tentatively.

Katlin favored him with one of her most charming smiles. "Oh, I won't be the least bit surprised, Harry."

Harry looked down at the stone, then turned back to Katlin, a little unsure about the stone. But the warm smile was gone. And in its place was a very stern, no nonsense expression.

"The Deatheaters do know where you are, Harry Potter." She said in a quiet, low tone which Harry recognized as the one she adopted when she was back in her Deatheater role. "And it won't take them long to find you."

Harry paused for a second more. "Thank you, Katlin." He said softly.

He just caught the small smile on her lips as he told the key to take him to the Black estate. Then she fade from view.

Indeed, before he could even blink, Harry found himself standing inside the entranceway of the Black estate. Harry looked at the little stone on his hand. The trip had been much like the one he had taken when Arabella had used the similar stone to get them to Hogwarts. It wasn't nearly as rough a ride as a port-key. And you arrived almost before you knew you left. Harry started to wonder why the magic community didn't just use these things instead of port-keys. But he was quickly distracted from his thoughts as he wondered if Orion was there or not. Harry stood in the foyer and called out Orion's name several times. But not getting any answer, he decided Orion must have gone looking for him.

But what if Orion had gone back to the alleyway? What if he had met the Deatheaters there? He'd be in much the same trap Harry had tried to escape from. Harry started to wonder if the stone would work twice. If it would take him to the alleyway if he asked it to. But he quickly stopped, remembering what Katlin had told him. She had said to stay in the house, and that Orion would know he was there.

Maybe the house had some sort of alarm system that let Orion know if anyone was inside of it. And if he left, and Orion came there looking for him, that would just start the whole thing over again.

Harry sighed quietly and sat down on the small bench in the foyer and decided to wait.

The wait wasn't a long one. A few minutes later a loud pop echoed through the foyer as Orion apparated into the middle of the foyer. He rounded on Harry with an extremely unhappy look.

"Why didn't you tell me you couldn't apparate?" He asked, nearly yelling the question at him.

Harry pulled back quickly, looking up at the man with a frightened stare. "You didn't ask." Was all he could think to say.

"That's no answer!"

"You didn't give me time." Harry answered again. "And besides," He added, coming to his own defense, "you never even gave me the chance. You just assumed I could and disappeared."

"You're fortunate to be alive." Orion stated firmly past a hard stare that he fixed on the teenager. "You were right in the middle of a hot bed of Deatheaters. It's amazing you managed to evade them and escape. Now," he added, grabbing Harry by the arm and more or less marching him out of the foyer, "you and I are going to have a chat. You are going to lay out for me exactly what it is you can and can't do. And if you say you can do it, you're going to show me. There's no more room for guess work here."

And so for the next three hours Harry found himself subjected to a session of questions and practical wand work that made his OWLS seem easy by comparison. But at the end of the three hours, Orion seemed a good deal calmer and even appeared impressed at Harry's level of magical ability.

"You're very advanced for your age, Harry." Orion stated. "Even I didn't know a lot of the spells you're able to perform at your age. But you're still not at any sort of a level to be able to properly defend yourself against Deatheaters. As I said, you're very fortunate to be alive right now. My job is to keep you that way.

Toward that end, I have to asked you to follow my rules to the letter. We'll be going over those tomorrow. But for now, know that the house is well protected. As long as you stay inside of it, you'll be safe. And you are never, never to leave this house if I'm not with you. No one else. You understand? Only me."

Harry nodded. But a thought suddenly stuck him. "How did you know I escaped the Deatheaters?" He asked. Orion had only said he knew he did. But he had never once asked how.

"You're alive. You obviously escaped." the Unspeakable answered matter of factly.

"But you never asked 'how'." Harry replied. "Don't you want to know?"

Orion gave him a small hint of a smile. "I know how you escaped, Harry." He answered plainly. "There's no need to discuss it."

"But..." Harry began. Surely Orion didn't know the whole story.

"Harry, I know exactly what happened. Now, as long as you follow the rules, I doubt we'll have any similar situations arise. All right?"

Harry nodded slightly. He simply couldn't understand Orion's apparent lack of interest in his miraculous escape and safe return to the Estate. But then Harry remembered what it was Orion did for a living. He was an Unspeakable. Surely they had ways of finding out almost anything they wanted to know.

But no one had seen he or Katlin together. How could anyone have known what happened except the two of them.

Harry's mind latched onto that thought. Only two people knew. He hadn't told Orion anything. But Orion claimed he knew exactly what happened.

That left only one person who could have told him.

Harry almost voiced his question, but bit it back suddenly. He had just been through three hours of questions and tests. And he wasn't sure how Orion would react to the question to begin with. So he simply kept silent.

Orion glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Dinner should be ready soon." He stated as though it were the normal progression of the conversation they had been having. "I would imagine you're hungry, having missed lunch."

Harry suddenly noticed just how hungry he actually was. He had been too nervous to eat much breakfast that morning, and indeed hadn't even had lunch. Although having been in the middle of Orion's questions and testing at the time, he hadn't much noticed if he was hungry or not. All he had felt was nervous. But now his stomach complained loudly as he glanced up at the man sitting across the room from him.

"Dinner is usually served at seven." Orion stated. "I assume you remember where the dining room is?"

Harry nodded.

"And your old room?"

Harry nodded again.

"Very good." Orion headed for the door. "I have some things I have to see to. You can spend the rest of the afternoon settling in, and I'll see you at supper then."

The man quickly disapparated, leaving behind a wide, gaping silence. Harry listened to the house around him. He supposed there really wasn't much else for him to do other than what Orion had said. Settle in...and hope that somewhere in the near future he would be given some answers as to what was going on.

Q&A

FAMILY RELATIONS

Althea:

Come, come now, Dear. A little 'innocent until proven guilty', please. Orion has his reasons. Truly he does. He is not being mean, evil, or sadistic. Just give him a chance, OK?

And if you really must cry, Dear, you go right ahead.

MasterLupin:

I'm glad you like the story, Dear.

As you saw in this chapter, indeed, a spell had been placed around Harry by Katlin. That is why no one saw or heard anything. And it was Harry's own actions that

helped Katlin place the spell. Harry was trying so hard to keep out of sight, she could easily place the spell around him, effectively causing him to vanish from sight, without anyone noticing.

Silverfox:

Hm ... You know, it just occurred to me when re-reading this: Could it be that Arabella wanted Harry to be taken away temporarily to find lout whether Sirius would still want to marry her without the boy? The way he seemed to lose all interest in the wedding all of a sudden should worry her a little, I guess. Maybe she's wondering whether he really loves her, or just wants to marry her because that's what he thinks Harry wants. Then again, Orion doesn't give the impression that he's willing to give Harry back anytime soon and I just can't believe that Arabella would want to lose him forever.

Wow! You put some serious thought into that one, Dear!

You're wrong, but I am very impressed.

Granted, Arabella is acting a little on the strange side, but she is a functioning part of everything that is going on.

And you did manage to pick up on one thing no one else has, and it is important. Sirius has shown little to no interest in something that was the sole second half of his focus, or at least should have been. The wedding.

Orion has no intention whatsoever of giving Harry back until he's told to do so by the people he is taking orders from. Orin Bale knows what's going on, but don't be so sure the rest of the Department does. But Orion is also hoping there is an end in sight. He has no designs on becoming Harry's custodian on any long term basis.

FAMILY LIFE

TheGodfatheroftheBoyWhoLived:

Thank you, Dear. I'm glad you liked it.

FEVER

Steffles:

Thank you. I'm glad you liked the story. A great many of my readers enjoyed the relationship portrayed between Remus and Snape. It is fairly consistent in my stories. I always felt that Snape and Lupin had a good basis for a friendship. Good old friendly, not-an-enemy in-the-world Lupin and I-don't-need-nobody Snape. Putting those two together is simply prime material for dialogue in my book. So I simply expanded on that in my stories.

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