Notice: I do not own Harry Potter or anything to do with Harry Potter. I am just borrowing the characters for entertainment purposes.
Author's note: I'm really sorry for the long update, but I've been really busy with college and all. Anyways, I originally was going to start the plot after fifth year without altering any of the details of what happened of the years before. But after reading some works from other authors, I decided to alter it up a bit. After reading Harry Potter: Dark Memories by Blueowl, I was very tempted to write her and ask if I could use a bit of the plots and ideas she came up with; but after with some thinking, I decided to go along with my own thing.
Eternia:
Harry Potter and the Immortal's Knight
Chapter 3: Recruiting an Insider:
It's been two weeks since Harry called him and Hermione and told them to send the signal. It's been two weeks since Harry received the acceptance letter from the goblins.
Ron is currently in a decrepit corner of Knockturn Alley. He was wearing a dark blue robe over black colored slacks and a dark red shirt. The hood of the robe was pulled up concealing his face. To ensure his anonymity, he has put himself under a powerful glamour charm making him look like a 30-year-old man who's nearly 6 feet tall and has a powerful built. There is a concealing charm over the hood making it look like there is no face underneath the hood. To add to his disguise, his voice has also been altered to sound rough and beaten, but still containing a strong aura that practically screamed, "Mess with me, and I'll break you."
He enters the old worn-down door at the corner. Inside are weapons of various shapes and sizes each looks like it could kill you with one single stroke. Armors made of various metals and hides were also carefully placed on display on shelves littered about the room. On the counter at the back of the room was a man. He had an old aura about him, but his poise and the steady countenance told Ron that the man is a veteran warrior.
"So you're back again, eh?" the man called out once he saw who entered.
"Yes. I'm back," Ron answered still under his disguise. He had met the man previously, each time under the same disguise that he wears now. On each occasion, he had found that the man before him had a deep knowledge about his craft, and was more than willing to help out a loyal customer.
"What can I do for you this time?" the man asked.
"I was wondering about our conversation on my last visit. You said that you had contact in other countries?"
"Why, yes! Yes, I do. It's how I get all my supplies to make all those," the man said gesturing at the various weapons and armors about the room. "Why? Are you hoping on making an order on one of them? I'll be glad to help…for a small sum, of course."
"Tell me, Mr. Lemark, what do you think of Voldemort and his lot?" Ron asked carefully.
"What do I think about it?" Mr. Lemark repeated, "Well, I suppose I'm the same as any other decent fellow. I'm not particularly fond of most muggles, myself. But, I've met plenty muggles over the years that I'm more than glad to have met and work beside with. Besides, killing them or anyone for that matter, like animals to the slaughter is just wrong. There's not much I can do about it, though. I'm just an aging smith."
"What if you were given the chance to work against him?" Ron questioned further.
"I use to be an auror, you know? I worked with Mad-Eye Moody, himself, when he was young. Saw him rise up the ranks that boy. Anyways, it's a young man's game. I had to retire a few years after the first war because my health started to get in the way."
"Let me be more specific, then. How would you like to work against Voldemort and his Death Eaters as a smith? You won't be doing much different from what you're doing now. You'll just be making things for our side now."
"Depends. Who are you people, anyways? You're not with Dumbledore. You're not with the Ministry either, from what I can tell. That much I can see. But, I don't know of any organization other than Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix that works against the Dark Lord."
Ron looked around to make sure there is no one else who could listen to them. He waved his wand to cast some spells to ensure privacy and to ensure that no one would walk in on them.
The man raised an eyebrow as he watched his customer. Whoever this man was, and whatever business he carried with him, clearly hold a lot of importance.
Ron returned his attention to the man before him, "Can I ensure that you won't reveal what I'm about to say to anyone?"
The old smith took a moment to ponder his decision carefully before taking out his wand and said, "I swear that I will not betray your trust."
His magic came out of wand encircling him before forming a chain around his wrists.
Ron slowly pulled his hood and canceled all the glamour concealing his true identity.
"Ron Weasley!" Mr. Lemark exclaimed.
"Yes. Me. My friends, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, and I have formed an organization, in secret, to fight the war. It's an underground association that's even more secret than Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix, and even more powerful," Ron explained to the surprised man.
"Tell me more," Mr. Lemark inquired.
"We started our organization during our second year. As you have read from the Daily Prophet, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Quirinus Quirrell, had tried to steal the Sorcerer's Stone in our first year. When Harry got in the way, he tried to kill him several times during the school year."
"Yes, I read about it. But what does that have to do with anything?"
"What was never released to the public was that Voldemort was also there. Voldemort had possessed Quirrell when he had entered the Dark Forest in Albania in hopes of getting more experience. Without possessing another being, be it a rat or an actual human being, Voldemort was just vapor. He was 'neither living nor dead,' as he put it. We realized that if Voldemort could return, even if only as a shadow, there was a very high probability that he would eventually return with his fully body, and with it, his full powers. So, on our second year, with all that stuff about the Heir of Slytherin going about, we decided to do something about it. Voldemort had his Death Eaters. Dumbledore had his Order. Why not start our own? And that's how we made our organization."
Mr. Lemark was quiet for a long time as he pondered on what he'd just learned.
"Tom was an old friend of mine you know?" Mr. Lemark asked quietly.
"We've made a lot of allies, Mr. Lemark," Ron assured the retired auror. "We have made a lot of allies. Many of which, we are very sure that both Dumbledore and Voldemort are just clamming to get their hands on. Our list of associates isn't bordered by the shores of Great Britain, or even Europe. Our list of associates isn't shallowed by race. We have friends everywhere."
Mr. Lemark continued on as if he didn't hear his client's assurances, "He was a good lad. A quiet lad. I always felt sorry for him. I felt sorry him. The orphanage he grew up with wasn't exactly the best of places to grow up in. The lady in charge of the place was often drunk, unless there were visitors or inspectors coming, and would work all those poor children till they nearly collapsed. Want to know what was worst about that? The children in that orphanage weren't fed properly unless there were people visiting."
"Mr. Lemark," Ron paused, "I'll be honest with you. We're asking you to help us because of this old friendship you had with Tom Riddle."
"You're very well informed to have known that," Mr. Lemark told him surprised. "How did you know about that? How do you know that I won't turn you in to Tom?"
Ron gave the man a careful answer, "Mr. Lemark, you are a good man. It shows on the fact that you don't help your old friend in his quest to take over the Wizarding World."
"Yes, but how do you know? I've done some things for Tom in the past. They were done to enforce our friendship and his trust in me. I had hoped that there was something I could have done to prevent all this from happening. I wish my old friend would just come back to me, so we could talk about the old days and what's happened over the years over a cup of tea. How do you know that I won't turn you in?"
"Some things you just have to have faith on."
There was a long and awkward silence that permeated the room.
"What do you call this organization?" Mr. Lemark asked breaking the silence.
"Curatoris de Libertas. Does that mean you'll help us?"
Mr. Lemark looked at Ron straight in the eyes and said, "I'm in. What do you need me to do?"
Sorry about the long wait. I've just finished my last final exam today. Hopefully, with my exams over, I'll have more time to update. Any suggestions on new characters or new plots just send it over and I'll consider them.