Chapter 12- More meetings and a trip

It was only a week later that Scringemour was back again, only this time he brought several Order of the Phoenix members with him and he had a reason to shout.
"What are you playing at?! Fenrir Greyback was one of are biggest leaks!"
"It was obvious at the critical moment that Greyback was expressing a plan to cause havoc in a violent and vicious manor among the current location."
Percy looked up from his notebook, "Can you say that again?"
"They were planning to attack us, or to be more precise, he was planning to take out every young life within these walls. Alucard can appear heartless, but he acted on one of his better judgements and took out Greyback and severed not only our lead on Voldemort, but his connection with an entire race."
"Come again?"
"Now the other werewolves are too scared of Alucard to join Voldemort."
"Maybe so, but if You-Know-Who realises that it was Alucard he just might come in person to commit the crime."
"Then let him! Then I'll teach him personally why mass murderers have a reason to fear!" Alucard answered.
"Alucard!" Integra snapped, "But I admit, he has a point, I doubt that Voldemort would be able to take Seras and Alucard, not to mention our traps and your charms. On top that the Wild Geese are on standby so that if they turn up their guns are at the ready."
"I doubt Voldemort will be able to stop shots from 80 rifles, not to mention that if he gets killed his time he's probably going to be severed and scattered to the winds." Seras answered, "And you're lucky to go through the minefield without losing an arm or a leg."
Integra turned to Scringemour, "I know that you're sore about Greyback, but we have a lot in motion to prepare. If Voldemort is of any description he just might get a load off our back and kill Major Max for us once he has what he wants out of the organisation."
"How do you figure that?"
"He desires to, in effect, rule the world right?"
"Right."
"Millennium want to create an eternal war, for that, there needs to be conflict. Millennium would get in the way of Voldemort's plans, I doubt that there won't be a mutiny at some point."
"Mutiny?"
"Indeed, it pains me to admit this, but Voldemort is far out of Millennium's league, after all, I imagine it is quite easy to blow up a hangar full of coffins once he understands how petrol works."
"Petrol?"
"A fossil fuel, it is used to make cars and planes move, it is also highly explosive."
"I see."
"Though Millennium has the clear advantage when it comes to numbers." Seras pointed out.
"Yes that is true, the Letztes Bataillion has a thousand members."
"So who exactly would win?"
"Depends, in a one on one fight Millennium would win with ease but if Voldemort is as smart as he seems and comes up with a plan he could gain the upper hand." Alucard answered
"So it can go either way?"
"Or the best case scenario."
"What would that be?"
"They wipe out each other, it would make our jobs somewhat easier." Alucard finished.
"Miss Victoria, what do you think?"
"I agree with Master Alucard, that would be the best case scenario."
"What would be the worst case scenario?"
"Them attacking us first, before turning on each other."
"That would not be good." Scringemour replied.
Integra frowned, "But this can used to our advantage."
"Oh?"
"I've been doing my reading of your world's journals, there is a potion for werewolves that, when drunk, allows them to their human minds correct?"
"What of it?"
"Start some form of program, the werewolves can live a relatively normal life, with jobs and training, whether in the magical or non-magical world, and in return they are supplied with the potion in question. Mr Lupin, since Alucard landed you short of a job, perhaps you could spread the word around?"
Lupin, who had been quiet until now, looked at the woman sitting at the desk, "If there is no problem from the Minister and Professor McGonagall of course."
"I have no qualms, we need all the allies we can get, and a werewolf's transformed state is physically powerful," Professor McGonagall answered.
Scringemour looked thoughtful, "It will be costly to maintain, but I have to agree with you on this," he answered eventually.

The rest of the holiday was pretty much uneventful for Harry, apart from the snowball fights. On the last weekend, with everyone back, it was announced that instead of visiting Hogsmeade there would be a visit to Diagon Alley for third years and above.
"How will we get there?" someone asked from the crowd.
"Coaches have been booked for your travel, they are due to arrive in half an hour at the gate. So I would advise you would prepare yourself and be ready to leave within this time, as well as to change into Muggle wear."
At this the students in the hall scrambled to their dormitories to get ready, in the Gryffindor tower Harry and the other boy's were grabbing their stuff.
"Bit of a surprise wasn't it," Ron muffled through the jumper he was putting on.
"Yes it was," Harry replied, wrapping a scarf round his neck "Sure is cold though."
"Freak weather change according to McGonagall."
"I wonder what caused it."
"How would we know?"
"At least we got a white Christmas."

The coaches were scaringly on time, all the students were led out to the coaches when the half hour went, some were surprised to see the size of the coaches.
"Whoa." Ron said as he got in the coach.
It was fully outfitted with TV's, built in headphones, the works.
When everyone had sat down Seras got on the bus.
"Okay, everyone done up their seatbelts?"
There was a murmur of yeses and a few nods.
"Okay, no eating on the coach and if you want to listen to the film put in you're earphones."
The driver spoke up, "The film is a cert twelve 80's Dracula."
"That is weird." Seras thought to herself, "You may choose to pay note for your English project," she then added to herself, "I hope they get the hint." as an explanation as to what was going on the coach company believed that this was part of a week-long activity trip run by a school elsewhere.
"What English?" Ron asked Harry.
"She means her subject dolt," Hermione replied.
Ron didn't make a comment, until he asked, "How do you use these things?" holding up his earphones.
"Just put them in your ears and you'll hear sound."
"Okay."
It was sometime later when they arrived in the street outside the pub. Seras, being somewhat magical herself, could see it.
"All right," she said as they went through the archway, "Don't wander off by yourself, stay out of Nocturne alley and be back here in three hours. We should be back by dinner."
The students nodded and went off in various directions.

Harry, Ron and Hermione went straight to see Fred and George. Only to find that a lot of the students had the same idea.
The shop was as lively as ever, with new ranges such as a lollipop that stuck to the tongue when you licked it.
"Harry!" one of the twins yelled over the racket.
"Which one are you?"
"Forge."
Harry laughed, "Seriously which one?"
"George."
"A load of new lines then?"
"With business booming like it is we need to keep people interested."
"Why need with the snack boxes?"
George laughed, "True!"

When they left half an hour latter with their selected gags in hand, they went to the pet shop to get owl treats, and some for cat treats for Crookshanks as well.
After this there was not much that they could do. They decided to restock their potions kits, since Florean Fortescue was still missing. vOnly moments after leaving the store they ran into Zabini, Parkinson and a couple of other Slytherins./
"Well well if it isn't Potter?"
"Hello Zabini."
"You got us in a lot of trouble you know."
"Correction, you got yourselves in a lot of trouble."
"Why you little…"
"Is something wrong here?" a voice asked.//
The Slytherins jumped out of their skins.
"Ah… ah P…Professor Vi…Victoria," Zabini stuttered.
"I asked if there was something wrong."
"Uh… uh n…no Professor."
"Good now carry on."
Zabini and the others left the store rather hurriedly at this.

"Whoa, have you ever seen them so scared?"
"Only when I was shouting at them."
"We heard."
"I can guess that much, I'll see you later."

"That'll be something to tell dad." George answered, "How bad was it?"
"Half the mansion heard, at least."
"I heard she gave them some pretty evil glares, but man, you wouldn't think it coming from her."
"Well, they say everyone has their demons."

Authors' rants

Zaneta: Seras intervenes again.
Omega: The Slytherins have no chance of getting past her.
Zaneta: Whatever will happen next?
Omega: Let's find out! Preview time!

"Words?"
"You have plenty of material and you can't cheat by making you're handwriting bigger."

Seras sets a project, Ron makes a move he'll soon regret, and a mysterious letter is sent.

What's going on? Find out in Chapter 13- Another letter

Both: See you soon!