Disclaimer: Overkill is a concept invented by the enemy.

The Scarlet Witch

"Excellent work Dr. Granger," the Healer said. "I'm quite impressed with the amount of skill you had with your chosen tools."

"Years of practice," Phil said with a shrug. "Still not as good as my wife, not fair she has such nimble fingers."

"Quite," Jameson agreed. "I look forward to seeing you in action again.

"I'm stopping by the DMLE after this to do a bit of charity work if you mean that," Phil said mildly. "Specifically the one that tried to assault my wife."

"I trust she wasn't harmed?"

"She's fine," Phil agreed. "Apparently the Dark Bunnies have a twenty four hour guard on her."

"Despite what most would believe, they are good girls," Healer Jameson explained "And they just adore your wife."

IIIIIIIIII

"Harry," Hermione said with an eager smile. "It's time to go to the Healer to get my foot taken care of."

"Eager to get it fixed up as soon as possible huh?"

"Sooner I get it fixed the sooner we can . . . um . . . get to know each other in the biblical sense," she finished hopefully.

"Let's go," he agreed. "Coming Luna?"

"Uh huh," Luna said with a smile.

"Carry me?" Hermione asked with puppy dog eyes.

"Fine." Harry lifted the girl up into his arms and walked towards the floo. "Could you get that for me Luna?"

"Of course Harry," Luna agreed.

IIIIIIIIII

"Have a seat," Narcissa ordered. She was in the visiting area for the Ministry holding cells sitting in front of a very large tattooed man. "Now."

"Why should I listen to you?" The man demanded.

"Because of who I am," Narcissa said flippantly. "My name is Narcissa Black, and I have a business proposal for you."

"Why should I care about a dieing family?" He asked as he took a seat. "No offence, a hundred years ago it was powerful but now . . ."

"Now we have a proper Head of the Family," Narcissa said with a smile. "Within days of assuming his position he destroyed both the Malfoy and Lestrange families and took for his own what was once theirs. I believe you know my ex-husband Lucius?"

"And you want us to stop passing him around then?"

"Why would I want that?" Narcissa asked with a frown. "I did say ex-husband didn't I?"

"Yes but I thought . . ."

"Don't think," Narcissa interrupted. "Leave that to me."

"Alright," the man agreed with a nod. "What do you want then?"

"Two men have recently been arrested for crimes against the Black family," Narcissa said coldly. "I want them to understand how displeased we are with them."

"Who?"

"The fist was arrested for Assault on an Auror," Narcissa replied.

"I know him," the prisoner agreed. "But the Auror he bagged, wasn't she named Tonks."

"Her mother was a Black before she was thrown out of the family," Narcissa explained. "The new Head hasn't reinstated them yet and I presume it's because he has other plans for the pretty young Auror that would preclude her from being a family member."

"Got ya, what about the other?"

"Muggle, tried to harm the new Head's mother in law?"

"Muggle?"

"His wife is muggle born. Our new Head cares about ability, not about accidents of birth. She's the most brilliant witch of her generation."

"What's in it for me?"

"I've arranged for the guards to give you a few more luxuries and perhaps a few small items," Narcissa said with a wave. "On the other hand, if you say no then it wouldn't be too difficult to arrange to have your life made a bit less comfortable."

"We have a deal Ms. Black."

"A pleasure doing business with you Mr . . ."

"Just call me Uncle Bubba," he said with a grin.

IIIIIIIIII

The fire turned green and Hermione lept through it back into her apartment followed by Harry and Luna.

"Healers did a good job then?" Harry asked dryly as he watched the girl dance around the room.

"She did a wonderful job," Hermione agreed. "Oh it's so good to have my foot back."

"I . . ." Harry cut off at a knock on the door. "Someone's here."

"Probably Tonks," Hermione said. "I'll get it."

"Ok."

Hermione went to the door and spent a few minutes chatting with whoever was on the other side. "Harry, can I go out with Tonks and Luna for a few hours or do you want me to stay behind and help with the new wards?

"Have fun," Harry called back.

"Thank you Harry." Hermione ran up and gave him a quick kiss. "Come on Luna."

"Ok Hermione," Luna agreed.

"First things first," Harry muttered to himself. "A way to block the floo."

IIIIIIIIII

"DATING?!" Draco squeaked. Narcissa nodded, happily humming as she finished putting on her dress and jewelery.

"Yes. He's a very nice old friend of mine."

"But-But what about Father?! How can you just-just abandon him?" Draco squawked, pale face turning red. Narcissa sighed.

"Draco, we've been over this. I was in a loveless marriage with a hateful, racist man who tried to turn you into his clone. And has apparently largely succeeded. The Dark Lord's ideals are going nowhere fast, I'm sick of the bloodline purity nonsense, and bottom line, I'm lonely. I want actual love in a relationship, not obligation and disdain." Narcissa managed a fond smile at her gaping son, and patted his head.

"Someday, you will understand Draco. I promise." She walked out the door of the room. Draco grumbled.

"But dating a WEREWOLF?!"

"I have it on good authority they have superhuman stamina," Narcissa called back. Draco blanched.

"MUM!" Skin crawling in horror, Draco did the only thing he could do, did what years of habit had taught . . . he went to find someone in a position of Authority that could help him.

Andromeda was very surprised to see her nephew appear in the floo, looking down at his feet.

"Um... Aunt Andromeda... Can I... Talk?" He said awkwardly. The eldest Black sister mentally shrugged, led him into her kitchen, and served him some hot chocolate. Draco almost turned up his nose at the Muggle drink, but he was so lost at this point he didn't refuse it.

"Mum's... Dating someone else... And Father's not around," he began slowly. Andromeda smiled happily, but schooled her face back to 'sympathetic understanding' when the blond boy raised his head.

"That can be difficult, I imagine," she said. Draco snorted.

"You have no idea! And she's dating a-a WEREWOLF! Father always said they were lower than dirt! Subhuman! And she's DATING one?!"

Andromeda shrugged.

"Well, they do have superhuman stam-"

"AUNTIE! I KNOW THAT! DON'T REPEAT IT!"

"Okay, okay, sorry!" Andromeda soothed. "Look Draco; like it or not, your mum is an adult and capable of making her own decisions. And if she wants to date a werewolf, you should support her. After all, what if he breaks her heart? Or mistreats her?"

A somewhat foreign feeling began to grow in Draco's chest. A need... To protect someone. To fight and possibly kill, not for a Dark Lord's ambitions, but for someone he loved.

Draco nodded, a dark smile on his face.

"Yes... If he breaks her heart... I'll break his face!" He cackled. Andromeda sighed. It was probably the best she could hope for.

IIIIIIIIII

"How did you like the show Tonks?" Hermione asked.

"Not bad," Tonks replied. Despite coming from a mixed marriage, she'd never had a chance to see a motion picture. "Can muggles really change memories like that?"

"I don't think so," Hermione said quickly. "There have been rumors but nothing from anywhere I'd trust."

"It wouldn't be hard to do it using magic," Luna mused, giving Tonks an appraising look. "Maybe that's what happened to myself in the future."

"I'm not you from the future that learned to shape shift, came to the past, and lost my memory Luna," Tonks sighed.

"Of course not," Luna agreed. Of course the wink she added at the end made her words a bit less then sincere, but Tonks was willing to take what she could get.

As the group walked back into Harry and Hermione's apartment, jaws dropped at the sight in front of them. A large double vault type door sat in front of the fireplace blocking the floo.

"Where'd you get that Harry?" Tonks squeaked.

"Gringotts," Harry replied. "I asked them where I could get one and they sent one over with their compliments after they found out what I wanted it for. Safety first."

"Yeah," Tonks agreed dumbly. "Uh . . . do you think you could get me one of those too?"

"I'll see what I can do," Harry said. "Later."

"Thanks Harry."

"Did you get the wards up?" Hermione asked eagerly.

"Just have to raise them," Harry replied. "Some of my best work if I do say so myself."

"Let me get my part finished and we'll be ready for everything," Hermione suggested. "No more interruptions."

"Before we close up, your mother called."

"Oh?"

"She wants to have dinner with us," Harry elaborated. "Says she has something important to tell you."

"I forgot about that," Hermione mused. She turned back to the other two girls. "I don't want to seem rude but . . ."

"But you have work to do and you're chasing us out?" Luna offered. "Ok, see you later Hermione."

"Bye Luna, bye Tonks."

IIIIIIIIII

The Scarlet Witch, dressed to the nines in her new uniform, stalked down Knockturn alley with a singular mission in mind. She needed to find someone dealing in stoled goods, and, 'persuade' them to give up some information on the Fox and the Hound. Little did she know she was about to meet her match, or was that match her meat? She always got those muggle sayings mixed up, of course, she was certain her dad got them wrong most of the time as well, anyway, moving on.

Coming the opposite was, as far as most of the criminal element in the alley was concerned, the devil himself, the man with only one fear Dean Thomas. He was simply looking for either a way to forget, or a way to end it, and he didn't particularly care which he got.

Meanwhile, the Dark Frat boys were walking out of Borgin and Burkes being somewhat disappointed to learn there was no such thing as an ever full beer keg. Fate took an unkind turn as they noticed the Scarlet Witch walking their way.

"Hey babe, we're heading for a party at our place, you wanna come" Hous Bin Farteen asked, leering at the young witch.

"Get lost losers, I've business with Borgin to attend to." The Scarlet Witch replied nastily.

Not quite getting the picture Aif Bin Farteen replied "Aww, come on baby, a kinky girl in a mask like you ought to be up for this, it'll be a gas." grabbing the Scarlet Witch's arm while saying this.

"What part of no don't you get, imbecile." the witch punctuated her statement by breaking Aif's wrist.

"AHHH, YOU BITCH, YOU BROKE MY WRIST!!!" Aif screamed in pain.

"Get that red menace!" Mi Balz Iz Harry called out.

At this point Dean arrived behind them "If it's a fight you dip shits want, I'm your huckleberry." he drawled out.

The Scarlet Witch looked up in annoyance "They're mine!" she growled.

"Kick both their arses!" Hous yelled.

The ensuing melee would've done Adam West and Burt Ward proud. Dusting off her hands, The Scarlet Witch looked at Dean with some annoyance, "While I appreciate your desire to help, I could've handled them."

Dean finally took a good look at the witch, "Yes, I'm sure you could've, but I was looking for something to take my mind off my troubles, and those idiots were made to order. Hey, your not like a hundred years old under that mask or something are you."

The Scarlet Witch replied in the only manner a young lady could to that question, she decked him.

Picking himself up off the ground, Dean said "Sorry, I guess I'm a bit paranoid about that sort of thing. What are you doing know?"

The Scarlet Witch said "I was looking for some information on the Fox and the Hound, I figured this would be a good place to start."

Dean thought for a moment "Sounds like fun, can I come along."

Ginny paused, and thought, Dean was certainly no Harry Potter, but he had been good in the fight, and had helped her, even if she didn't need it. That he was also easy on the eyes didn't hurt either. That being the case, there was only one answer to give "Sure, why not? They call me the Scarlet Witch."

'Dean." He nodded and said, "this could be the start of a beautiful friendship."

Hiding in the Alley behind them, the reporter rubbed her hands in glee at being the first to find out about the newest crime fighting duo that had emerged to protect the magical world. The Scarlet Witch and . . . and . . . she frowned, what in the hell could she call the other guy? Hmmm, her eyes lit up as she remembered a front page story about the boy from a few days before. The Scarlet Witch and the Man Without Fear, keeping the Wizarding World safe since a short time before.

AN: The ongoing list of people that contributed to this fic without whom, it would not have been nearly as good . . . one might go so far as to say it would be quite bad: nonjon, Ed Becerra, ausfinbar, David Wangen, neil.reynolds, Ben Russell-Gough, dogbertcarroll,hattenjc, the caitiff, AlanP, Lone Wolf, meteoricshipyards, Shawn Pickett, Morris Rague, luinlothana, Treck, Drake, David Brown, Moshehim, Arthur Hansen, Marneus Calgar, Goblin214, Chris LeBron, khadon99, Shawn Pickett, tekobaka, Freddie, Musings of Apathy, Brian Arcis, Fenris, Pelel, Andrew Joshua Talon,shinji the good sharer,and everyone on my yahoo group. They gave me scenes, ideas, and all sorts of other things. Tell me if I missed you so I can add to this list. Another thanks goes to meteoricshipyards who wrote the majority of the continuing adventures of the tentacle monster as well as several others. Anything I wrote on that sub plot was fairly minor so kudos. And still another goes to neil.reynolds who wrote a large number of scenes. Yet another goes to The Resident who was good enough to do a bit of editing and caught several of my mistakes.