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Spells or Force Powers

Chapter 9: Let the Games Begin

July 23rd, 2007

Ministry of Magic, London UK

James, Revan, and Bastila landed squarely on their feet as the portkey deposited them in the main office of the DMLE. The two Aurors also landed on their feet though they were not quite as sure footed. A few seconds passed while everyone oriented themselves in their new surroundings.

James straightened his silk onyx robes before turning to Revan and saying "Revan, I need to report in for work. Come and see me before you leave, I am in the Department of International Affairs." Casting a disparaging look at the two Aurors, James added "If you don't show up by lunchtime, I will check up on you down here. There is no reason your questioning should take that long."

James walked out thinking that the two Aurors would be taking Revan and Bastila to Sirius' office for questioning. He couldn't have been more wrong. Instead, they were being taken to holding cells.

Making his way to his office on Level 5, James activated the Potter Crest on his robes. It had been keyed to activate a signal in the Unspeakables' office in the Department of Mysteries. James started going through the ever growing pile of paperwork on his desk while he waited for his boss to arrive. Plans were forming in his head and though a part of him felt guilty for using Revan like this, it was a necessary evil. The good that could be accomplished if they were able to use the publicity to push for the new law that the Unspeakables were proposing far outweighed any discomfort he might have.

Quicker than he expected, there came a knock at his door. Before he could even reply, the door opened and his boss, Martin Freestar walked in. Martin was a nondescript man of average height, in his early 50s with short, light brown hair and soft brown eyes. If you weren't looking for him, he would simply blend into the background. Motioning Martin to take a seat, James gathered his thoughts to begin but Martin beat him to the punch.

"I assume this is about your son." Martin said matter-of-factly.

James tried not to let his surprise show on his face but was only partially successful. "Yes, though I don't know how you know Revan is my son."

Martin just quirked an eyebrow, clearly stating that it was his job to know these things. "The press attention may give us the opening we need to finally get our law through the Wizengamot. Do you think he would be willing to speak before the press?"

"I'm not sure. As you know, we didn't even realize he was alive until yesterday. I've heard some of his history and I am sure it is only the tip of the iceberg. I think he would agree with what we are trying to do."

"Would you be willing to keep an eye on him? If he wants to stay and his actions yesterday are indicative of his stance on things, he may make an excellent addition to the Unspeakables."

"Normally, I would say no, and try to keep him away but the truth is that he has led a much harder life than any of us have."

"What do you mean?" Martin asked curiously.

Looking uncertain for the first time in the conversation, James replied softly "I don't want to say but if we do decide to pursue him, I will pass on everything on I know. Right now though, I just don't feel comfortable sharing his secrets."

Martin nodded approvingly at James' loyalty. "I understand. So what we need to do is keep the press focused on the uselessness of the Aurors. If we can do that, public outcry should be enough for us to push our legislation through."

"Do you have any ideas on how to do that?"

"Yes I do. This morning one of our reporters for the Daily Prophet received an unregistered portkey to the DMLE. They should have no problem infiltrating the questioning. If we are lucky, the Aurors will do something typically stupid to feed fuel to the fire." Martin finished with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

James was surprised for the second time that morning. "Reporters? We have Unspeakables that work as reporters?"

Martin just grinned before explaining "Of course, it takes more to keep potential dark wizards in check than just an attack force. We need to be able to sell it to the public too. That is where the reporters come into play."

Meanwhile on Level 9, DMLE

After James had left for his office, Revan and Bastila were led to the DMLE's detention cells. The two were to be placed in separate side-by-side cells while they waited for the interrogation to begin. Inwardly, he was amused at the actions of these men. They were clearly frightened of him, as they should be. The powers he had seen these people wield were nothing compared to the might he could bring to bear against this planet once he had rallied his forces.

Shortly after they reached the cells, an Auror stepped forward to relieve them of their weapons. Revan snarled at the man as he was foolish enough to reach for his light saber. He was not about to part with his weapon, so he grabbed the man be the wrist and squeezed tightly causing the man to cry out as his wrist bones ground together painfully.

A second Auror stepped forward with his wand drawn and ordered "Let him go now and give up your weapons!"

Bastila just watched from the sidelines with an amused expression on her face as Revan released the Auror and then with a negligent flip of his hand and push with the force said "You don't need to take our weapons."

The Auror's face took on a slightly dazed expression and mirrored Revan's words "We don't need to take your weapons."

"We can just wait in the cells." Revan said with another push. Bastila openly sneered at the weak minds of the Aurors. Revan was barely pushing and they were offering no resistance to his commands.

The Auror repeated his command and placed the two in adjacent cells and left the room after activating the wards and locking spells. Once the guard was out of the room, Bastila turned to Revan and asked "What game are you playing? I expected a fight there when he tried to take your light saber."

Revan just chuckled darkly and answered "If the Massassi are here, we are going to need more than just the two of us to fight them. While my father may be willing to fight, I don't want to alienate the government just yet. Though by all appearances it does bear an unfortunately resemblance to the Republic's bureaucracy."

"What do you plan then?"

"We will need to move slowly at first. I know virtually nothing about this government other than what I have seen with their police force. If it truly is like the Republic though, then undoubtedly there is a large group of malcontents just waiting to take action. With the right motivation…" He left the statement unfinished.

Bastila nodded again and began to clear her thoughts. Reaching out with her senses, she found that again, the anger and rage of the dark side had regained some of its strength in Revan's Auror but it was nowhere near as strong as it had been before she finally fell asleep the night before. With her eyes still closed, she asked in a monotone voice "Do you plan on telling them about the Massassi?"

Revan stared at Bastila for a moment, drinking in her features and storing the image of total peace that she presented before answering "No, I don't think they would believe us. These people are too primitive. One on one, we could show them the reality that is beyond this planet, but together, I think they would be too close minded to accept it."

Bastila just nodded. "If there reaction to our light sabers is any indication, I would have to agree with you. All I ask is that you don't write them off. Clearly they have not all fallen to the dark side. Despite its presence everywhere, it seems that the majority of people are good."

"I know, I haven't figured out the reason for that. Have you?"

"No, but I think it must have something to do with those wands they carry. That is the only explanation. Perhaps after this we can ask James to perform some tricks while we try and sense what is happening with the force. Not only may it explain their apparent immunity to the dark side, but it could give us a better idea of how they perform some of their feats." Bastila said thoughtfully.

Revan had just started to respond when the door opened and the pair of Aurors from this morning walked in followed by Sirius Black and 3 other Aurors. Even though it was petty, Sirius could help but feel a surge of satisfaction at seeing Revan and Bastila sitting in the detention cells. The head of the DMLE had been all over him this morning because he hadn't brought the pair in. Worse, he was blaming Sirius for the way the Aurors were being portrayed in the Daily Prophet.

Sirius watched impassively as Revan stood up from his seated position on the floor and stood in a relaxed stance in from of the cell door. It was obvious to Sirius that though Revan appeared relaxed he was prepared to charge at the slightest provocation. Rolling his eyes at the display, Sirius ordered "Get him out there and take him to interrogation room 4."

Two of the Aurors stepped forward and deactivated the wards and locking spells on his cell. One pulled his wand while the other pushed the cell door open and ordered Revan out. Sirius spied the silver light saber hanging from Revan's belt. "What is he still doing with that?" He said pointing at Revan's light saber.

The two Aurors were visibly flustered and didn't know how to respond. One reached out to grab the light saber only to have Revan growl out in a cold voice "I wouldn't do that if you value you hand."

Bastila could only shake her head as she watched the situation spiral quickly out of control. Sirius said "Unless you want to spend some time in Azkaban, I suggest you hand it over."

Bastila just watched silently as Revan pulled his light saber from his belt. She knew he would not hand it over; there were few if any Jedi that she knew of that would willingly hand it over to someone in this kind of situation. This would be interesting. Instead a cold smile formed on his face as he held the saber firmly in his hand and said "I don't think I will. My patience with this situation is quickly running out so if you aren't going to ask us any questions, we will take our leave."

"Have it your way. Take him down!" Sirius ordered as he drew his wand.

The other Aurors followed his example. Together they silently cast stunning and disarming spells. Beams of red and crimson light burst from the wands and flew towards Revan. Almost faster than she could follow, Revan flipped the switch on his saber and the crimson beam flared into life. The blade spun around his body almost with a life of its own as he opened himself to the force and let it enhance his speed and reflexes. The jets of light were reflected back towards the Aurors or into walls as Revan swung the saber around his body at a dizzying speed leaving a trail of red light in his wake. Sparks and flame flashed from the floor and walls where Revan's light saber impacted as he spun and blocked every incoming spell, intentionally sending the spells away from the Aurors. It was not yet time to strike back.

Sirius had never seen anything like it. Revan had taken a step back into the cell which forced the Aurors to fire into through doorway, limiting their angles. Every spell they threw at him was reflected back or into the walls. There were flashes of light and sparks flying as they impacted with the wards. The Aurors were diving out of the way as their spells were reflected back at them. The speed at which he moved was breathtaking and the weapon itself hummed with power as he swung it through the air and around his body with total confidence and precision. Sirius couldn't help but be impressed even as he pressed his attack.

Revan was strictly staying on the defensive. He had suspected things would degenerate and it would look bad if he killed or maimed his attackers too quickly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bastila draw her saber staff. After activating it, she rammed the blazing yellow blade into the transparent wall separating the two cells. Electricity arced from the wall to the blade and back again as the wards fought against the intrusion. Bastila gritted her teeth in pain as the electricity continued to arc between the wall and her staff until finally the wards collapsed. She almost fell forward as the resistance dissipated and her staff sliced through the wall effortlessly.

Sirius saw Bastila bring down the wards between the cells. He started to get nervous, they had not been able to land a single spell on Revan and now the two of them would be fighting together. He raised his wand into the air and triggered the alarm ward. Klaxons started to blare throughout the Ministry signaling an attack.

While Bastila was carving a hole big enough for her to move through, more Aurors had come into the room. Sirius directed them to try and take Bastila down. He didn't want to allow them to fight together. A crash sounded as a section of the wall fell away and Bastila dove through the wall joining Revan by his side to hold off the Aurors. Without looking at Revan, Bastila asked in a completely calm voice "How much longer do you want to plan to play with them?"

Back to Level 5, Department of International Affairs

"Will Dumbledore try to stop us?" James asked. He remembered many conversations with Dumbledore regarding the Unspeakables and some of their rumored activities. He had always played the good little Gryffindor and fawned over the man but he couldn't believe that a man his age could be so naïve.

"I would be surprised if he didn't. You would think that after killing Grindewald he would understand the necessity of it all." Martin answered quickly. He continued on with his strategy before James could ask another question "If we are able to generate enough publicity and public outcry, we should be able to sway enough of the Wizengamot members to go our way."

James had just reached for his cup of tea when klaxons started blaring in his office. "Alert! Alert! Level 9 is under attack! All available Aurors are to report to Level 9 immediately!"

James paled "Revan and Bastila are down there. We need to get to them!" He said urgently as he stood up and transfigured his robes into a set of form fitting pants and shirt that would allow for greater mobility.

"James you go. I will bring a detachment of Unspeakables with me." Not bothering to wait for a response, Martin reached into his robe and tapped an unseen badge with his wand. Immediately he disappeared leaving James alone in the office.

James also reached into his shirt and before tapping his badge said "Level 9, Ministry of Magic." Like Martin, James disappeared only to reappear at the main entrance for Level 9. Following the sounds of battle he made his way to the detention area, unprepared for the scene before him.

Back to Level 9, DMLE

Even as he swung his light saber, Revan managed a smirk at Bastila's question. "My friend, I think it is time that we show them what the force is truly capable of."

Almost despite herself, Bastila grinned at his response. There was something liberating about Revan. She was free of the restrictions and the tenets of the Jedi. Free to explore her true potential. A little voice in the back of her head told her she was also free to explore her link to Revan. Bastila felt a shiver run down her spine, she didn't know if it was from the thrill of the battle or the idea of exploring her relationship with Revan but she planned to find out.

"Bastila, cover me. I need to concentrate if I am not going to hurt them too badly."

Bastila nodded and waited for an opening. Then it happened, there was a couple of seconds while the number of spells being cast diminished enough for her to step forward and take over the defense from Revan. Her feet spread into a position designed to give full mobility and balance; she began whipping her staff around in a blur of yellow light.

One of the Aurors, frustrated by the ongoing fight switched from stunning and disarming spells to blasting hexes and curses. The orange spell shot out from his wand only to be deflected into the wall by Bastila where it detonated. Debris and flames flew everywhere as a large chunk of the front detention cell wall disintegrated. Other Aurors mistakenly thought that the explosion was the result of something that Revan or Bastila did and started throwing their own blasting curses.

Explosions echoed in the room and smoke and dust began to obscure everyone's vision. Revan embraced the force and let it flow through him. Pushing the feeling of Insanity outward he attacked the minds of the Aurors. He filled their minds with fear, anger and mistrust. Two of the seven Aurors were crippled with fear and cowered back against the wall near the entrance attempting to hide from Revan.

The power of Revan's attack was just enough of a push for one of the men to break and then his years of resentment at being passed over for promotion and other imagined slights overwhelmed him. He turned his focus away from Bastila and Revan and concentrated instead on Sirius, the man who he felt stole his position within the DMLE. Taking everyone by surprise, he fired a blasting curse at Sirius. The curse detonated at his feet slamming Sirius into the wall. Sirius sank to the floor bonelessly and unconscious.

Another Auror saw this and stunned the man before he could fire off another spell.

Revan embraced the force again but this time he reached out with it and grabbed the wrists of the three remaining Aurors. Audible cracks could be heard quickly followed by screams of pain from the Aurors as Revan snapped their wrists preventing them from casting more spells. Bastila stopped swinging her staff now that the Aurors were dispatched.

At that moment James and a group of four men burst into the room. Other than James, the men were actively concealing their identities. James took a look around the room and did not fail to notice that Revan and Bastila were in a detention cell. It was obvious that Sirius had been trying to intimidate them. A small smirk formed on his face, the Aurors got exactly what they deserved. He took a moment to deactivate the alarm. Less than 5 minutes had passed since Sirius first raised the alarm.

James directed the four Unspeakables to see to the wounded. Of the 7 Aurors in the room, 2 were huddled near the rear wall in fear, one was stunned, Sirius was unconscious, and the remaining Aurors were nursing broken wrists. Revan seeing his father arrive and the smirk on his face knew that the attack was over. He deactivated his light saber and motioned for Bastila to do the same.

Once the Aurors had been taken from the room, James walked over to Revan and Bastila. Since his arrival, they had simply watched calmly as if nothing had happened. "Revan what happened here?"

Revan replied in a calm tone belying the almost total destruction of the detention cells. "We were brought here after you left. There was a slight disagreement when the captain tried to have us disarmed. I think he took offense at my refusal."

James was trying unsuccessfully not to grin. Finally he gave up and laughed. "Who knocked Sirius out?"

Bastila shook her head in amusement "One of his own men. Revan and I intentionally avoided hurting anyone until the end."

"What do you mean?" James didn't know where the reporter was but he figured he was listening in on the conversation.

"Our light sabers can deflect your spells or whatever you call them. We could have taken the Aurors out at any time but we didn't want to anger the government too badly." Revan said patiently.

"Well we didn't hurt them until Revan finally got bored." Bastila added.

Revan scowled at her as James asked "What did you do?"

"Nothing too severe, I broke their wrists so they couldn't attack us anymore."

Shaking his head, James muttered something to himself that neither Revan nor Bastila could catch. "Come on. Let's get out of here. I would take you back to Potter Manor but they would probably try to pin this on you too so we will go to Matthew Westerly's office. He is the Director of the DMLE."

Still muttering to himself something about sons and their girlfriends, James led the two to the Director's office. No one noticed a small beetle land on the collar of James' robe. If they had, they may have seen the strange markings that almost resembled a pair of glasses around the eyes.

James asked the secretary to see the Director. The secretary was flustered by the alarm so she waived him in without paying attention. Matthew looked up from the paperwork expecting his visitors to be Aurors ready to give a report on the situation. His eyes widened comically when he realized that the two individuals he had sent to the detention cells were standing in his office with no guards. "What are they doing hear Potter! Why aren't they in holding cells?"

Revan answered for James "We are here to discuss yesterday's events in Diagon Alley, but apparently your men felt it was more appropriate to attack us instead."

James asked "Why were they in holding cells to begin with? They haven't been charged with anything."

Matthew face grew red with anger. He had to restrain himself from yelling obscenities at Potter and his son. "I can't put them where I want! Who the hell do you think you are? You can't just go around killing people indiscriminately! If the people need protection from someone that is what the Aurors are for."

"Maybe my son wouldn't have had to act if the Aurors got off their asses and did something for a change!" James said hotly. "How many Death Eaters have you arrested since Voldemort's return?" He sneered when Matthew flinched at the name. "Look at you, you are the head of the DMLE and you can't even stand to hear his name. It's no wonder the Aurors are pathetic."

Matthew surged to his feet knocking his chair over and yelled "Get out of my office and take your damn son with you! If he steps over the line again, I won't stop until he is in Azkaban."

James, Revan and Bastila turned to leave. Before they were out of the office James couldn't help but throw out one final comment. "Azkaban is not much of a threat given the number of escapes you've had. Are there even any Death Eaters left in there?"

After they were out of the office, James activated a portkey to return them to Potter Manor. They joined Lily for a light lunch and surprisingly pleasant conversation though none of it touched on the Revan's actions. Before James left to return to work, Lily told him to be home by 7pm. She wanted to have a family dinner and introduce Hailey to Revan. James was surprised but pleased by his wife's change of heart.

Voldemort's Mansion, Little Hangleton

Voldemort, the most feared dark lord in recent times was sitting at a large square wooden dining table. The morning issue of the Daily Prophet was in shreds in front of him. Around the table sat his inner circle of Death Eaters. They represented his most loyal and powerful followers. Since his resurrection over a year ago, Voldemort had changed. He had always been cold but always with a wild undercurrent of anger. Now in place of that anger was a calm detachment. In the first war, he was more likely to punish his followers on a whim and to rant at the slightest insult. Now, everything was stored away waiting for inevitable reckoning that would come. Many of his older followers were unsure of this new Voldemort. He was much harder to predict and that made them nervous.

"We can't let this go unpunished." Voldemort said in a steely voice.

"My lord?" Lucius Malfoy asked.

Voldemort glared at the man for a moment. If it wasn't for his money and influence with the Ministry Voldemort would have killed the man long ago. "The attack on Diagon Alley we can't allow them to think we will be deterred on one minor setback. The fools probably think that I sent skilled Death Eaters on the attack rather than a bunch of raw recruits."

Soft chuckles spread around the table at the notion. "What would you have us do?" Evan Mortimer asked.

"We must demonstrate that no one is safe regardless of the location. Evan, take a detachment of Death Eaters and lay waste to Hogsmeade but if possible do not engage the Aurors. I want you to display their ineptitude to the whole of the wizarding world."

Marcus Grim asked boldly "Is that wise my lord? Will it not prompt the Ministry to act?"

Voldemort's eyes narrowed at the challenge to his authority. He simply stared at Marcus and let his magic flow freely off his body in a display of power. Marcus' face paled and he shrunk back in his chair thoroughly cowed by Voldemort. "Don't question me again Marcus. My tolerance has limits. Lucius use your influence at the Ministry to crush any proposed retaliation."

Lucius wisely kept his mouth shut and simply nodded his understanding.

"Good, now everyone leave. A man will be arriving shortly by the name of Kael Corpus. Make sure that he is brought to me immediately. He is to be shown every courtesy."

The Death Eaters glanced at each other in confusion before standing and quickly retreating from the room to leave their master to his planning.

Level 9, DMLE Later that afternoon

Matthew Westerly was still seething at the events of this morning. 3 of his Aurors were at St. Mungos with broken wrists, one was in a holding cell pending charges for attempted murder, and one of his Captains was also in St. Mungos with a concussion, broken arm and dislocated shoulder. No it had not been a good morning and the whole thing could be traced back to that damn Potter brat.

Just when he thought his day could get no worse, his assistant walked in with a panicked look on his face. "What do you want?"

"Um…There was a special afternoon addition of the Daily Prophet today." He handed a copy of the paper to Matthew and quickly left the office.

Matthew looked down at the cover story and his face immediately turned an alarming shade of purple. There on the cover was a picture of Potter and that woman being attacked by his Aurors. How had that damned woman gotten this picture!

Aurors Attack the Defeater of Voldemort

By

Rita Skeeter

As everyone no doubt remembers, Voldemort was first defeated on October 31st, 1981 by the most unlikely of opponents, a 1 ½ year old baby boy by the name of Harry James Potter. I like many others was greatly relieved that Voldemort had been defeated but was saddened as well by the cost of such an innocent life. Now, it seems that our Savior has returned. He is none other than the mysterious hero from yesterday's attack on the Diagon Alley.

Was he hailed as a hero? Was he welcomed back with open arms? No, Mr. Potter, defeater of Voldemort was thrown into a detention cell when he voluntarily came in for 'questioning.' If this was the only thing the Aurors did, perhaps it could be overlooked but their abuses did not end there. Captain Sirius Black himself ordered his Aurors to "Take him down!" when Mr. Potter calmly refused to comply with their orders but otherwise made no threatening moves.

Immediately after his order, spells began to fly. It was only through the incredible skill of Mr. Potter that he was able to escape unharmed. Thankfully, the Aurors themselves suffered only minor injuries or broken bones due the effects of the explosive curses being used so ruthlessly against someone who had never even been charged with a crime.

Voldemort has been back for over a year now. All we have heard from the DMLE is excuses on why there has been so little success against his Death Eaters. Those few that have actually been captured promptly escaped from Azkaban. So, is the Ministry secretly supporting Voldemort or is the DMLE so inept that they can't even provide the most basic of protections? Are they so desperate to save face that they must try and distract the public by persecuting someone who actually managed to accomplish something?

It is time for a change people. If the Aurors aren't up to the task of defending the public and fighting the Death Eaters, then it is time for the Ministry to find someone who is.

Across the UK, copies of the special issue of the Daily Prophet were flying off the stands and the public outcry for action was just beginning.

Potter Manor, Godric's Hollow 7pm

That evening, James arrived at home at precisely 7pm. He didn't want to be late and risk facing the wrath of his lovely wife. Plus, tonight, his daughter was finally going to be introduced to her brother.

Before they went into the dining room, everyone was sitting in the library. Hailey had returned home shortly before her father and was wondering who the man and woman were. The man had a strange resemblance to her father but for his gold eyes. She didn't recognize the woman at all. Then she remembered the attack on Diagon Alley she had read about this morning. These were the two who had killed all those Death Eaters.

James took a sip of fire whiskey before beginning. "Hailey, you probably recognize Revan and Bastila from this morning's Daily Prophet." Hailey simply nodded and James continued on. "What you couldn't know is that Revan is your brother, Harry. He wasn't killed on Halloween the way we thought. Rather he was taken from us and has only now returned."

Hailey was struggling with the news. Her parents had always been sad and withdrawn on Halloween and July 31st. Of course she knew the reason but to find out that her older brother had been alive this entire time and never come home. Finally, her temper got the best of her and she said accusingly "You let our parents think you were dead all this time! How could you do that to them?"

Revan was a little taken aback by the accusation but ended up chuckling briefly which only served to anger Hailey further. "I don't think you understand. I was a year and a half old when I was taken. I didn't know who my parents were or even what my name was. You tell me, how was I supposed to let them know I was alive?"

Hailey calmed down a little after that. If she was honest with herself, she knew it wasn't his fault but she needed someone to blame. "Who took you? Was it the Death Eaters?"

Revan shook his head "No, it wasn't the Death Eaters. I was taken so far away that even your magic couldn't be used to find me."

"But why is your name Revan I thought it was Harry?" Hailey asked

Lily wanted to avoid the topic of Revan's upbringing if possible. She was hoping that Hailey could be used to influence Revan, but if she was frightened by the things that he had gone through it wouldn't be possible. "Why don't we continue this discussion after dinner?"

Everyone stood and went to the dining room. The conversation was light but with an undercurrent of tension. Hailey couldn't help staring at her brother and this strange woman. It was like a hole had been filled in the family but something was still off. No one was comfortable with the new situation yet. Finally, at the end of dinner, James asked a question "Revan would mind using a pensieve to show us some of your life? What you told Lily and I is so far outside of my scope of understanding, I can't even imagine it."

Revan looked at James quizzically "What is a pensieve?"

Lily answered "It is a magical device that allows others to view copies of your memories. All you have to do is concentrate on a memory and James or I can use a spell to copy it and place it in the pensieve." She was excited at the prospect of seeing some of the things that Revan described.

Revan thought for a moment before agreeing to show them some of his memories. James went and retrieved the pensieve and led everyone to the den. Revan focused on a memory of his childhood and James placed it into the pensieve. With his wand, James tapped the runes on the rim of the pensieve and everyone watched as the memory took shape above the pensieve. It showed Revan's time with Javreel training and learning the honor code of the Mandalorians.

Hailey was confused, she had never heard of weapons like what her brother was learning. "Where were you? I don't recognize any of those weapons."

"I was taken to another planet to be raised by a group of warriors called Mandalorians. When I was older Jedi Master Kreia came to take me to Coruscant to be trained as a Jedi."

If anything Hailey was even more confused by this answer and asked "What do you mean another planet?"

"Just watch the memories." Revan said.

Revan and James repeated the procedure to add a new memory to the pensieve. This memory was far more pleasant to watch. Revan looked to be 15 or 16. He and Malak were being reprimanded by a soaking wet Jedi for a prank gone wrong. James looked proudly at Revan that his son would have carried on the Marauder tradition. Bastila and Lily were amused but disapproving in general. In particular Bastila felt a wave of sadness wash over her as she watched the carefree Revan and Malak knowing that in the not so distant future, they would lead a war against the Jedi and the Republic.

The next memory was not so pleasant. The Siege of Dxun began to play out for the family. Revan closed his eyes letting the sound wash over him and bring him back to the cursed moon. Everyone watched as Revan led multiple guerilla attacks against the Mandalorians. They gasped when he was captured and tortured. Relief was obvious as he was rescued. The memory faded as Revan was removed from the Kolto Tank. Lily and Hailey were crying. The torture that Revan had endured was beyond their comprehension. Lily slowly began to understand why Revan was willing to kill in order to prevent others from going through a similar experience, though she still didn't agree with it. Hailey wasn't sure how to react, what her brother had gone through made the Tri-Wizard tournament look like a day at the park.

James had a sullen expression on his face as he placed the final memory in the pensieve. He had almost turned away at parts of the last memory. He was proud of his son to overcome the torture and still be willing to help people but he would rather that Revan never had to go through it in the first place.

The final memory showed the battle and destruction of Malachor V. Bastila in particular watched in horror as the Mandalorian forces were trapped on the planet and destroyed by the Mass Shadow device. Lily and Hailey could not really follow the events with any understanding but they knew that it was horrific battle. James nodded in understanding that Revan had made an incredibly difficult decision and was still paying the price for that decision today.

Finally Lily broke the silence that fell over the room following the last memory. "Has your life always been so hard? There was so little happiness." Her heart broke to see the kind of man that her son was forced to become.

"There were many good years. I enjoyed my life as a Jedi and made friends as anyone else would. But it has been a difficult time for the Republic. The inaction of the Jedi Council forced many of us to leave the order and take action. Jedi learn from an early age about duty and honor and so we left in order to save the Republic from the scourge of the Mandalorians. Even with some of the events you have seen, I would make the same decision again."

Bastila cleared her throat and spoke "Perhaps it would be best to call it a night. I think everyone needs some time to process what we saw here." No one objected and the group broke up for the night.

Before she went to bed that night, Hailey went looking for her mother. After a few minutes of searching, she found her in the library reading a book with a pensive expression on her face. "Mom?" She asked quietly.

Startled Lily looked up and smiled when she found Hailey standing in the doorway. "Yes honey, did you need something?"

"Um…I was thinking about asking Revan for help?" She had sensed that her mom wasn't comfortable around her brother and so she was nervous about talking to her about this.

Lily was confused "Help with what?"

"I was hoping he could help me train to better defend myself."

"Why him though, your father or I could train you just as easily, Revan doesn't even know any magic?"

Steeling herself, Hailey replied reluctantly "I know you or dad could help but Revan has been fighting his entire life. You saw his childhood, he has been trained to fight and defend people all his life."

"But honey, why would you want to learn from someone who has been responsible for so many deaths? I'm not sure it would be a good idea to expose you to that kind influence." Lily was afraid that Hailey would follow in her brother's footsteps.

Hailey just looked at her mom at a loss for what to say. Finally she was able to pull her thoughts together "Ever since the Tri-Wizard tournament I have been nervous and jumpy, it doesn't matter if I am at home or school, I am always afraid someone else is going to die or attack me. He may have done things that you and I don't agree with but I don't care if I can learn enough from him to feel safe again."

Lily almost cried for her little girl. She had been so much with the Tri-Wizard tournament and she was clearly more scarred from that then she and James had thought. She swallowed her misgivings and said "I don't know if he would be willing to train you or not, but I think you should ask. I just wish you had told your father or me how you felt earlier, we could have been there for you."

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to talk about it at first and then I just didn't know how to bring it up." Hailey gave leaned over and gave her mom a hug before leaving the room.

After wiping her eyes, Lily called out "Good night honey." Turning back to her book, Lily was more nervous than she was before, now she worried that her daughter would never recover from Voldemort's machinations.

August 17th, 2007

Ministry of Magic, London UK

The Wizengamot was largely filled by the time that James and Revan arrived and took their place. Since that day in the DMLE in July, things had spiraled out of control for the Aurors. Public cries for action became an almost everyday event, spurred on by almost daily stories from Rita Skeeter and other journalists.

A successful attack by the Death Eaters on Hogsmeade only served to stir the pot. The Aurors had not even arrived before the Death Eaters had destroyed the Three Broomsticks, Honeydukes, and Zonkos leaving over 20 dead. When the Aurors finally did arrive, the Death Eaters apparated or portkeyed away. The next day, the Daily Prophet was openly criticizing the performance of the Aurors and calling on the Ministry to make changes to protect the people.

In a rare show of openness, the Daily Prophet published an interview with James' boss, Martin though of course they did not know his identity. For the first time, the Unspeakables described their role in other countries and the successes they had had in containing future dark lords. When asked why they had allowed Voldemort to rise in their home country, he answered that the Ministry had forbidden them to act within the UK. Specifically, unless the law was changed, the Unspeakables would be unable to help at all in the ongoing fight against the Death Eaters.

There were three different schools of though in regards to the Unspeakables. The first group was the smallest and represented the pure blood families that were in support of Voldemort. They were firmly against any changes that would allow the Unspeakables to act officially on British soil. The second group was only marginally larger but it was composed of Dumbledore's devout followers. They too were against any changes to the law. If possible, they would prefer to disband the Unspeakables altogether. The third and final group was by far the largest and was fully in support of changing the law. It was composed of people that were tired of being afraid, those that wanted to fight back, and people that simply hoped someone else could take the burden from their shoulders.

Everything had culminated in a special session of the Wizengamot. The only agenda item for the meeting was whether the law should be changed or not. So it was that within twenty minutes of the arrival of Revan and James, Albus Dumbledore called the session to order. Things progressed in an orderly fashion. Theodore Nott spoke eloquently for the pure blood contingent stressing the fact that Aurors were in place for just this sort of activity and that allowing the Unspeakables to operate on British soil would infringe on everyone's freedom. Albus himself spoke against the proposed changes. The men and women killed by the Unspeakables in the name of safety would never have the chance to change. By killing them or by allowing others to kill them would only bring the rest of society down to their level.

Finally, Revan walked to the podium. He had been asked to speak by his father and Martin. He had spent a good amount of time coming up with what he would say. He needed to reign in his desire to kill all those against him. With each passing day, it was becoming clearer to him that allies would be essential in cleansing this world of the taint of the Massassi.

"We have heard various opinions today regarding these changes. Each has valid points. By allowing the Unspeakables this additional authority you are indeed voting to give up some of you freedom in the name of safety. It is not truly a sacrifice if you do not walk the path of a dark lord or are a follower of a dark lord. Ask yourself is the safety of your family worth this sacrifice? If the answer to that question is no, then you must vote against the changes. Of course if you vote no and are attacked, you will have no one to blame but yourselves when help is not forthcoming."

The room was silent save for Revan. He paused for a moment and took a sip of water before continuing. "Many say that the dark lords and their minions should be allowed the chance at redemption. This is truly a noble aspiration. I can't help but wonder how the victims would feel knowing that their murderers are being given another chance to destroy more families and wreck more lives. In a perfect world, killing in the name of safety would never be needed but this is far from a perfect world. Sadly, killing these animals is the only way to prevent more tragedies from occurring. While it is important to give criminals a chance at redemption, those we fight are not criminals, they are soldiers in a war bent on destroying your way of life.

You all sit here today wrapped in your positions and wealth wondering what happened to make this all necessary. Though I have not been part of this society for long, I have learned enough of your history to know that all of you are responsible for the current crisis. Most if not all of you stood by while Voldemort or others like him rose to power. You ignored the situation until it was too large for you to deal with and then you looked for someone else to solve the problem for you." Angry mutters began to break out amongst various wizards and witches in attendance. Revan ignored them and continued on. "In your arrogance are you willing to spurn the hand that is offering you aid? Are you willing to consign yourself to life of despair under the rule of Voldemort? If you are then you should vote against the changes. However, if you are able to look past your pride, then you will see that a group of men and women are stepping forward willing to do what should have been done long ago. It is these men and women that are willing to stand up and fight against the darkness, to strive to bring this society back from the brink, and if necessary to die so that others won't have to. I learned long ago that only fools spurn help when it is freely offered. It is time for you to decide if you are fools or not."