Ascension Of The Scorpion Sorcerer

by Vorlon666

After the Events of his fifth year Harry is angry. Fed up with Dumbledore's lies, half truth and deceits, he will no longer allow anyone to dictate his life. He trains very hard and along the way makes some startling discoveries. He discovers who he is.

17. The End Of An Era Part II

Chapter 16 "The End of An Era Part 2"

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Hello to all my faithful readers. I'm terribly sorry it took so long to post, but I just came back from a project assignment three weeks ago. I've been gone to South Africa to help carry out a full energy assessment in that country. The good thing about this is that I no longer have to travel for the rest of the year. I can spend more free time finishing this story. I will say it again I will NOT ABANDON MY STORY EVER!

Now, some of you have asked me why has my story been pulled from The simple answer to that is that I asked the site administrator to do it. I felt their criticism was not very helpful. I felt I wasn't able to properly express myself there. I may have over reacted to the situation but there you have it. I still think it's a good site though.

Another thing I'm doing is slowly going over every chapter and cleaning out the grammar issue. I plan to eventually post to another site, and will make sure that I have all the bugs ironed out. I must say writing my first fan fiction has been one heck of a learning experience. I'll definitely take the learning's to heart when I start on my second HP story.

This chapter does not have as much horror in it, but it will set the stage for one hell of a confrontation. The game is afoot. Well enough chitchat, let get it on!

Before I forget, when you see sss " "sss That is parseltongue

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Harry walked out of the dungeon with no particular destination in mind. He was beyond angry he was boiling with pure hatred. The depth of Dumbledore's betrayal went beyond anything he ever imagined. Without realizing it, Harry apparated to the gazebo on the west side of Potter castle facing the sea. The wind was bitter cold with heavy snowfall. Harry didn't notice any of it. He was completely absorbed with Snape's memories and the new information it contained. He began to realize how much Dumbledore's had manipulated the prophecy. He had betrayed his parents in the worst way before he was even born.

Was the wizarding world that corrupt he wondered? Just about everyone he had ever met who had a position of power over him had been corrupt and manipulative. Did he even want to save the wizarding world anymore? It sure seemed to have its fair share of corrupted individuals and cowards. He then remembered reading Napoleon's chronicles and Hitler's rise to power and concluded that there was very little difference between the muggle and wizarding world. Corruption, dissimulation, hate and greed seemed to be a constant in either world.

Harry looked out towards the sea and noticed in the distance the huge storm whipping and stirring its surface. He could see large waves and angry white caps frothing on the surface. He could feel the bitter cold wind and the ice pellets whipping against his face. Harry didn't seem to care though. He let the elements beat him down. He slowly drifted deeper within himself unaware of his surroundings. Harry went into a deep trance and started sifting and cataloging all the information he had amassed over the last week.

Harry began focusing on all the knowledge he had accumulated over the last five months. He reviewed every one of his mental folders and made sure he resealed every folder with his magical imprint. He then reviewed his mental defenses and spent some time reinforcing his shields with his magic. He reviewed his mental defense mechanisms and made sure, they were at peak condition. Unknown to Harry, the stress of his training, battles and leading his troops had tired his body and magic and triggered his second magical maturity.

Wizards and witches went through three magical maturing processes. The largest power increase occurred during the first maturity, which was between the ages of twelve to eighteen. The second maturing occurred between the ages of thirty to forty. The second maturing not only increased a wizards or witches power, but more importantly it refined their magic. During their second maturity, a person's magical energy became purer and more refined. The comparison was similar to an incandescent bulb versus laser light. This allowed wizards and witches to gain precise control of their magic. A person's spells came easier, and became more focused.

The third and final stage of magical maturity occurred much later in life somewhere around eighty to ninety years of age. The final stage allowed the body to more readily accepts core magical energy in order to help regenerate and sustain its functions. This explained why witches and wizards lived much longer lives then muggles. Harry however, was unaware of any of these facts. He was lost in his thoughts, much of which kept coming back to Albus Dumbledore.

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Early Morning November 11 Hogwarts Infirmary

Poppy Pomfrey had always been an early riser. This was a blessing in disguise since her duties, as Hogwarts healer often required her to make early rounds to check on her patients. Just this morning she needed to check on the surly potions master. His injuries had been quite severe. She tried to interrogate the headmaster about the duel, but he was less than forthcoming. She herself didn't particularly care for the old coot, but she loved Hogwarts and the kids. This had become her home and she felt safe here. She got along very well with most of the teaching staff.

Poppy walked towards her potions cabinet and picked up some more nutritive potions and went to see how Severus was doing. She was pretty sure that the skely grow potions would have been quite painful. She had to remove all of the small bone debris in his leg and regrow both major bones. She slowly made her way to his bed but noticed that he was missing. Blast that man she thought, who does he think he is leaving her infirmary like that? As she approached his bed, her eyes suddenly grew wide and accidentally dropped her potions. She did the only thing that came to her mind. She screamed like a banshee.

Minerva had been passing the infirmary on her way to the great hall when she heard a scream, which sounded like Poppy. She immediately drew her wand and bolted towards the doors. She came crashing through the doors and found Poppy pulling her wand on her. Minerva stopped and lowered her wand to indicate that she meant no threat. Poppy noticed that it was her old friend Minerva and she in turn lowered her wand.

Minerva was the first to find her voice and said, "Poppy, why in the world were you screaming like that? I thought you were getting raped for crying out loud."

Poppy replied, " I'm sorry if I frightened you, but seeing a bunch of scorpions in Severus bed kind of freaked me out. Maybe you can tell me if you've met Severus this morning and he confessed to some sort of sick prank on his part."

Minerva looked at the scorpions and instantly paled. Oh God, if this is what she thought it was, than Severus was in deep trouble. She had to inform Albus immediately. She looked at Poppy and said,
" Please stay here Poppy and make sure no one disturbs the bed, I'll go get Albus right away. I have a bad feeling that the Scorpion Sorcerer left us his calling card."

At the mention of the Scorpion Sorcerer, Poppy blanched and conjured herself a chair to sit in. She didn't trust her legs to keep her standing. The very thought that this person could come into Hogwarts and abduct one of her patients under her nose was simply frightening. She recalled her earlier comments of feeling safe and Hogwarts and felt that maybe she needed to reassess her situation.

Meanwhile, back in the headmaster's office, Albus Dumbledore was pacing back and forth looking very contrite. Albus had also wakened early due to a severe bout of insomnia. He was busy going over yesterday's battle, and was now convinced that Potter was somehow working for this Scorpion Sorcerer. The boy is definitely into very advanced combat magic. Albus now knew he had severely underestimated the brat.

The part that was frustrating him was the time element. Even with lots of talent, one still needed time to properly study and practice the spells. One summer was simply not enough time to learn the level of magic that Potter had demonstrated. For one thing, his wand was monitored for magic outside of Hogwarts. Second, the boy had to deal with his relatives who hated magic. He had made sure of that. Even, if he had managed to circumvent the other two obstacles, he still needed the time to learn. Finally, the level of dueling expertise he had shown simply couldn't be learned from books alone that much he was certain off. The brat was quickly becoming a much bigger menace then he ever imagined. Potter had managed to completely humiliate Severus and by proxy himself during the duel.

The other thing that was bothering him was the level of power, speed and sheer violence that Longbottom had shown yesterday. Here was another brat he had severely underestimated. Albus simply couldn't understand it. The blocks he had placed on him should have prevented him from displaying that level of magic. Unable to contain his frustration and anger he picked one of his dark art detectors and hurled it at the door. Albus instantly regretted his loss of control and he could already hear the portraits berating him. He walked to his chair and crashed in it. He could already feel the start of another migraine. He was really starting to hate Potter. Albus suddenly felt a slight buzz in his right hand telling that one of his teachers were on his way. The headmaster's perimeter wards gave him different signals depending on who was outside the gargoyles. He recalled the feeling he would get on his butt every time a ministry official showed up. Magic was such a wonderful thing he mused.

Albus saw his transfiguration teacher barging in his office with a worried look on her face. Even with her age, she was still a very beautiful woman. He would never forgive himself for never even attempting to tame her shrew. Alas here was another one of his many mistakes. Who wants to tame a shrew when you need a wand to get your other wand to stay up? Albus shook his head to release his naughty thoughts and said, " Minerva what seems to be the problem?"

Minerva clutched her chest trying to get her breathing to slow down. She finally looked up at Albus and his stupid twinkling eyes and replied, " Albus, I just came back from the infirmary. Severus is gone, and his bed was full of small scorpions. I talked to Poppy, and she assured me that she heard nothing last night. She woke up to do her rounds and found his bed empty. I just happened to pass by the infirmary when I heard her scream. Once I found the Scorpions in his bed I came here right away. I think the Scorpion Sorcerer may have kidnapped Severus."

Minerva saw all the color drain from his face and his twinkle die immidialty. Minerva could feel the rage and power emanating from him. Albus looked up at her and said, " Let's go talk to Poppy. There must be some other clues left behind besides the Scorpions. I can't believe that Severus could be abducted under our very noses. We need to implement level three security immidialty."

With that, Albus quickly left his office followed by Minerva. They made their way back to the infirmary and met up with Poppy in order to get more information. That proved to be an empty gesture since she had no clue as to how the crime could have been committed. Albus for his part began casting a slew of obscure spells until he found what he was looking for just below the painting of Alcazar the magnificent.

Albus looked at them and said, "Whoever they were, they used a dark type of disillusion ward. They must have been lying in wait the whole time waiting for the right time to strike. This had to be a coordinated effort with help from the inside. This clearly shows that this Scorpion Sorcerer has recruits inside of Hogwarts. "

Minerva looked into his eyes, " What are we going to do Albus? The whole school may be compromised if he has our students helping him. God knows what information he has on us. He may know our schedules, habits and who knows what else. This is very bad Albus."

Albus narrowed his eyes and a plan began to formulate in his brain. What he needed to do was illegal but he absolutely had to find and expunge his nemesis power base from Hogwarts. Albus finally whispered, " I think I may have a plan. It may go against ministry decree but I'm sure you realize that we can no longer afford to play by the rules. It's bad enough we have Voldemort to contend with, now on top of that we have this Scorpion Sorcerer breathing down our necks. I'm positive that Potter is involved somehow. I'll be convening a secret department meeting early this afternoon. It will be outside of Hogwarts. Repeat this to no one since we don't know whom we can trust. "

With that, they all left the infirmary to go and get some breakfast. Albus for his part had a gut feeling that things were about to get worse by the time breakfast was over. He wasn't disappointed. Halfway to breakfast, his potions master suddenly appeared in the middle of the great hall with his head lopped off and looking quite gruesome.

Hermione Granger for her part was almost hyperventilating and kept pointing at the dead potion master. Her sidekick Ron Weasley kept opening and closing his mouth like a goby fish. There were quite a few students who didn't seem bothered at all by the gruesome site. Ginny and her fiancé glanced towards each other smiling. Neville and Luna were doing the same thing.

Ginny smiling at Blaise didn't go unnoticed by her brother when he bellowed, " Why are you gushing at that bloody Slytherin for when one of our teacher shows up dead in the great hall? Can't you at least control your stupid smile and hormones so that I can eat without barfing?"

Ginny turned around and with a sickly smile replied, " Well dear Ronald, I'll let you in on a little secret. You gushing all over the bushy nightmare over there makes me ill also. I'm just repaying you for all the times you made me barf. By the way didn't I tell you to stop talking to me? I want nothing to do with you." With that she picked up her books and headed out she had almost reached the great doors when she heard his parting shot.

" You're nothing but a bloody traitor!"

Ginny stopped and slowly turned around and with a sneer on her face gave her brother the middle finger. Blaise had been watching the exchange between Ginny and her brother and was getting mighty fed up with Ron Weasley. If he ever hurt Ginny, he was going to find out real quick that you didn't piss off a Zabini.

Ron threw his fork at his plate and swatted his pumpkin juice, where it flew to the floor and spilled everywhere. Everything started going wrong with bloody Potter he thought. Things seemed to be getting worst as time wore on. He wanted to bring down Potter so bad it had almost become his sole mission. The awful truth he had come to realize was that he would never be as powerful as Potty. That thought alone gave him a bad case of the shits.

Meanwhile, pandemonium broke out in the great hall with students screaming their heads off. The headmaster bellowed, "QUIET! Prefects will escort their houses back to the dorms. Stay there until the all clear has been given. GO!" All the students began assembling and following their prefects back to their dorms.

Albus quickly ran to Severus to get a better view of him. When he got there he looked at his face and could almost see relief etched over it. Looking at the body, Albus almost lost his breakfast. Poor boy must have gone through some terrible torture to look like that. Albus promised himself that if he ever found out who this Scorpion Sorcerer was he was going to put him in a world of pain. In his opinion the bastard had just cost him a major chess piece. Now he had to find someone else who could spy on Voldemort.

The game had just gotten a lot harder. He needed to get on with his earlier plan. Hopefully level three security would help keep track of the students. Now he needed to go and raid Severus potion store and find out how much veritaserum he had on hand. He might have to take a little trip to Knocturn Alley to secure more if he came up short. With his thoughts in place, he took out his wand and cast a levitation charm on his ex potion master and went back to his office. He needed to get word to the ministry that the Scorpion Sorcerer had executed Severus Snape. He didn't think they would shed a tear over an ex- Death Eater but it would hopefully cement the idea that the Scorpion Sorcerer was just as dangerous as Voldemort and needed to be treated as such.

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November 12 Potter Castle

Xiana was pacing back and forth in the living room. Harry hadn't been seen since early yesterday morning. He hadn't showed up at the lair, or any of the trunk manors. Bill had showed up later yesterday afternoon looking for Harry. She had met Bill in the command center and with one look at his face she immidialty knew that something had happened with Snape. Remus also showed up and Bill had debriefed both of them concerning the events that took place in the dungeon and Snape's demise.

The debrief had shed a whole new light on the mighty Albus Dumbledore. Remus for his part had gone into a towering rage. It had taken five people to subdue him. Tonks had been called in to calm him.

Remus for his part was scared that Harry might have finally reached his breaking point and would confront Dumbledore directly. That thought alone had spurred people to action. Everyone had been alerted and search parties had been sent out to find him. It was now late in the afternoon and still no sign of Harry. Xiana heard someone coming from the entrance and ran to meet them. She looked up to see a grim looking Remus walk towards her. From the look on his face she could tell that he had no news for her.

"Hello Xiana, I just came back from the lair and no one has found any trace of him yet. Damn it! It's not like him to just up and go without telling anyone. I don't know where else to look. He could be anywhere."

" I'm at my wits end here she cried. I phoned dad earlier this morning and he had a discreet search party looking for him in Diagon Alley but so far nothing. I tried calling him, but he doesn't answer."

Remus suddenly had a sort of queer look to him as if he was trying to remember something really important. He suddenly yelled, "Gods, how bloody stupid can I be? Has anybody tried to locate his coordinates using the cell phone range finder?"

Xiana looked dumfounded for a few seconds and closed her eyes. She simply couldn't believe that she hadn't thought of it. How god damn stupid could she be? She finally bellowed, " Bloody Merlin to hell, when am I going to start making full use of those bloody muggle contraptions." She pulled out her cell phone and taped in the locater code. She waited a few minutes and then her cell phone beeped and she looked at the screen and read a set of coordinates.

Remus quickly conjured some parchment and wrote down the coordinates. He looked at the coordinates and went into the library to look up at the map. On his way to the wall map he passed by Harry's snake den and noticed that his familiar was slightly agitated. Remus didn't have time pondering the peculiarities of snakes and reached the map. He cross-referenced the coordinates to the map and to his amazement he noticed that they were pointing to Tyree Island. Remus suddenly felt very stupid and realized that none of them thought of looking on Potter castle grounds. He could be in the Crypt, the caves or in a tree for all he knew.

Xiana came in and said, " Any luck?"

"Well the coordinates seem to point to Tyree Island."

Xiana's brows furrowed and said, " That's our Island?"

"Exactly! I wanted to ask you if you had searched the castle grounds yet?"

Xiana closed her eyes for the second time today and sighed, " Now that you mention it, no I haven't."

" All right lets check the grounds."

They both dressed warmly because it was bitterly cold outside. There were still remnants from yesterday's storm whipping the castle grounds. They started on the south grounds and slowly worked their way west. With his keen eyesight Remus was the first one to spot a snowy figure out on the gazebo.

"He's on the gazebo!" Remus bellowed. He took off in a run forgetting Xiana for a moment. The figure didn't seem to be moving at all. He was within twenty feet of Harry when he stopped running. Remus didn't want to startle him in anyway. The last thing he needed was a trigger happy Harry.

Remus called, "Harry! Are you all right?" He noticed that Harry's battle robe was covered in snow and ice. His hair also seemed to be covered in ice pellets. What have you been up too wondered Remus? Getting a little fearful he approached Harry and gently shook him. Getting no response Remus said, " Harry it's me Moony. Tell me what's wrong? You gave us quite a scare you know. We've had no idea where you were."

Remus looked into his eyes and they seemed to have that far away look to them. By this time Xiana had caught up to Remus and with a tremor in her voice said, " Is he o.k?"

" I don't know, he hasn't said anything yet," replied Remus.

Xiana looked into her husband's eyes and saw that they were glazed over. It seems like he is in a deep trance of some sort. " Harry please say something. Please talk to me. Tell me what's wrong."

Harry was still not moving and Xiana was now crying and cried out, "God baby I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong. Say something, are you hurt?"

Harry seemed to recognize familiar voices and one in particular, which sounded very sad and frantic. With a monumental effort Harry came back from his subconscious and blinked his eyes. He couldn't repress how cold he was feeling and noticed that his teeth were clattering. His eyes finally focused and he found himself looking at his frantic wife and Remus. Harry managed to croak, " Where am I?"

"You're home sweetheart. Don't you remember you left the dungeon two days ago?" Xiana was now in full panic mode. He didn't seem to recognize his surroundings. Why was he so confused?

Harry turned towards Remus and croaked, " Why did he do it Remus. Why did Dumbledore kill them?" With that Harry made to take a step but fell face first in the snow.

Xiana screamed, "Harry!" both her and Remus dropped by his side and turned him over. Xiana took her hand and put it on his forehead. She looked with tears in her eyes and said, "He's burning up Remus." Remus went to pick up Harry but Xiana bellowed, "Dobby, and Winky!"

Suddenly both house elves popped beside them and Dobby saw Harry lying on his back and ran immidialty to him yelling, " Who is hurting my master?" Remus noticed an almost feral look on the elf face. Elves were incredibly protective of their master. Dobby was triple that, he loved Harry so much. Remus remembered the story of Harry's second year and how he had freed Dobby from the torture of the Malfoy's. Remus looked up when he heard Dobby say, " Master is very sick mistress. Dobby and Winky will transport master to bedroom." Both Dobby and Winky each took one of Harry's hand and popped him to the master bedroom.

Xiana looked at Remus and said, "We need to get him a healer right away. We can't trust the healers at Hogwarts, and I sure as hell don't trust St-Mungos. Preferably I would like a healer from outside of Britain. Do you have any ideas?"

Remus wracked his brains and said, "Since Fleur is studying to be a healer we could ask her if she knows someone trustworthy."

Xiana suddenly remembered the Death Eater encounter in France and remembered the Delacour family doctor. What was her name again? After a few minutes searching her memories she said, " I'll call Fleur maybe she can contact Madam LaSalle and get her over here." Xiana called Fleur and told her what had happened and asked her if she could contact her family doctor and to call her when she had her. She told Fleur she was going to meet her at the lair.

She needed to hold the doctors hand to get her past the castle wards. Xiana got some control over her emotions and took Remus hand for comfort and walked back towards the castle. The moment they reached the castle Xiana bolted for the master bedroom. Remus for his part phoned everyone, to tell them to call off the search because they had found Harry. He then asked their potions master if he could come over and be on standby to brew potions for Harry. Remus explained that Harry was very sick.

Hinrich immediately portkeyed to Potter castle and brought a small box full of healing potions. Remus went to meet Hinrich at the portkey staging area. They made their way to the bar and poured themselves a stiff cognac and Remus gave him a detailed account of the situation.

It was nearly 7:00 pm, when Xiana finally showed up with Madam LaSalle and Fleur. They immediately made their way to the master bedroom to look over Harry. Healer LaSalle made it very clear that she didn't need any distractions while performing her test. Out of difference to Xiana and Remus she told them that she would leave the door open but they were to stay in the hallway. Madam LaSalle and Fleur began casting a series of obscure diagnostic spells. This went on for nearly ten minutes before they took a brake to confer with each other. Finally the healer waived them to come in.

Madam LaSalle had a befuddled look on her face and facing Xiana and Remus said, " Well I cannot quite believe it, but ze test do no lie. It would seem zat your husband is undergoing his second magical maturing."

Remus was stunned and finally managed to say, " How is this possible? The second maturing normally occurs between the ages of thirty to forty."

" Well I admit that it is a highly unusual condition for someone his age, but zis has happened in ze past. Severe trauma, shock, or time magic can all be triggers for ze maturing. Zat being the case, we usually prescribe nutrient, pepper up and a sleeping draft for the patient. Ze idea is to make ze patient as comfortable as possible while ze maturing process takes its course."

Xiana now knew for sure what had happened to Harry. The severe use of Odin's eye and the stresses had triggered his second maturing. She managed to sigh in relief now that she knew Harry had no life threatening illness. Ever the Slytherin, her mind automatically analyzed the potential benefits to Harry. The only question on her mind was how long his illness was going to last. Xiana looked up at the healers and said, " How long can we expect this to last. He needs to be at a court case on the fifteen of this month?"

Fleur replied, " Ze time very much depends on ze magical strength of the wizard. In Harry's case being in the top percentile for magical power, it should take no more zen six days. Our test indicates zat his maturing actually started five days ago. The more severe symptoms don't usually show up until nearly two thirds through the maturing process. This is why we are seeing ze high fever and ze bouts of delirium. He should come out of it by late tonight or at the latest by tomorrow evening."

While Remus went downstairs to tell Heinrich which potions they needed, Madam LaSalle turned towards Xiana and said, " Fleur tells me zat you are pregnant. I zink that a full maternal examination is warranted yes? I zink that you are well enough in your gestation to determine the sex yes?"

Xiana instinctively put her hand on her belly and smiling looked into the healer eyes and said, " I would love too, but I'd like Harry to be awake. If you don't mind staying with us for a few days until Harry wakes up I would greatly appreciate it."

Madam LaSalle thought about it for a minute and replied, " Well seeing zat it has been slow at my clinic zese past weeks, I guess it wouldn't hurt if I stay for a few days. Very well, if you don't mind, I would like to document your Husband's early magical maturity. Not much is known about ze triggers for early maturation. If Fleur would like to assist me, we could corroborate on a paper to ze world wide magical healers association."

Fleur beamed at being asked and replied, " I would be honored healer LaSalle. Zat is if it is o.k with Xiana?"

Xiana shrugged and said, " As long as it doesn't hurt Harry and that all blood samples are destroyed afterwards then I don't have any objections."

Xiana then called Dobby and told him to assist the healers with anything they needed. She also emphasized the importance for Dobby to make sure that all of Harry's blood samples were destroyed. She knew that the most of the protective wards set up on their home were blood base. It took more than just blood to deactivate the wards, but why take any chance. Her protective nature demanded no less.

At that moment, Remus came back up and handed the potions to Fleur. He then asked Xiana to follow him downstairs for a strategy session. Before leaving, she went to their bed and looked down at Harry with total love in her eyes. She brushed some of his locks from his head and gently bent down and kissed him on the forehead. She whispered to him how much she loved him and left him in the care of the healers.

Xiana followed Remus to the living room and plopped herself in her reclining chair to take a load off her feet. Remus poured himself another drink and went to sit by the fireplace. He took out his wand and placed some silencing charms around them.

He looked at Xiana and said, " As you well know, tonight was the night that Harry was going to cast the imperius curse on Voldemort's and Dumbledore's supporters in the wizengamot. We have the names thanks to your fathers of the six-wizengamot lords in the upper house. Since Harry is in no condition to proceed, we need to step in. Now, I have heard rumors from Alastor that the wizengamot was going to hold a session shortly after Harry's court proceedings to debate Fudges little proposal of augmenting Azkaban's criminal population. If we play our cards right, we may be able to put our people in place without dirtying our hands, and in the process extend the time before Fudge can execute his pet project. We need time to prepare for that confrontation as you well know."

Xiana closed her eyes and sighed. No rest for the weary she thought. She wanted to stay home this evening to take care of Harry but it seemed that some jobs needed to be taken care off. She realized that she still had a paper due this Friday for the Discovery. She finally looked at Remus and said, " Like you said, I don't think we have a choice. I think we should get Bill to meet us at the twins shop. Most of the lords are working late tonight preparing for their next session. In addition, this is usually the night where they meet their mistress anyway. We should be able to get all of them before they go home. One thing that bothers me however is that I don't understand why you think we'll get an advantage?"

Remus gave her a wolfish grin and whispered, "Well as you can imagine, on one hand we are going to make some of Dumbledore's most prominent supporters vote him out of office. As for Riddle, his most staunch supporters in the Wizengamot are going to vote against his best interest in supplanting Fudge's desire in early acceptance of his plan on expanding Azkaban. Voldemort wants nothing more than use Azkaban to fill up his dwindling ranks. Most of the wizards and witches coming from mainland Europe are going to be the sort of hardcore fanatics that Voldemort would love at his side. In delaying their arrival, Voldemort will notice the treachery of the Wizengamot and take action on those refusing to do his bidding. When he kills his supporters, we'll move in before he has any chance of putting in replacements."

Xiana simply smirked at Remus and replied, " I'm starting to wonder about the validity of the Hogwarts sorting hat? You would make a formidable Slytherin Remus."

Remus shrugged his shoulder and replied, " Originally, the hat wanted to put me in Slytherin but I convinced it to put me in Gryffindor instead. "

Xiana looked at Remus and started to laugh hysterically. Remus simply raised an eyebrow and Xiana finally managed to utter, " That's the same thing that happened to Harry. The hat wanted to put him in Slytherin but he convinced it to put him in Gryffindor." With those last thought, Remus took his cell phone and called the twins and gave them a rendezvous time.

Later that night they made their way to the twins shop and met with Bill. After much debating it was agreed that every attack team would have a backup in the shadows. In the end, they would be following Harry's plan."

The groups split into four teams. Xiana and the twins, Bill with Fleur, Remus with Tonks, and Brianna with Theo as backups. The teams were given thorough debriefs and expectations. They all left the twins shop and made their way to contact point alpha. Much later that night they all met back at WWW with mission status successful. Only Xiana needed help with her subject. The twins had been more than capable of handling the backlash. They now had complete control over six members of the Wizengamot.

Meanwhile, Harry felt as if he was completely disconnected from his body. The sensation of floating in the abyss was overwhelming. He suddenly felt as if he was falling off a precipice and found himself drifting through a swirling black fog mixed in with fiery red burst of light. The sky above seemed filled with intermittent lightning strikes. Harry found himself being pulled through a pathway leading to a large set of doors. Harry recalled his memories and knew what was going to happen.

Harry passed thought the doors and followed the path, which he already knew. He again noticed a variety of statues lining the path. The statues, which looked like scorpions, hydras, nephelims, extinct dragons, and jackal warriors, bowed their heads as he was walking past them. Harry found it strange but kept going. He finally came to a large dome, which gave off an eerie blue glow. Harry went through the archway, and found himself walking towards the center of the dome. He neared the center, and could make out the familiar throne with scorpions etched all over its surface. Floating above the throne Harry saw the familiar swirling mass of blue and green fog with a pair of black eyes with deep purple flames for iris looking back at him. Harry knew whom he was meeting and on instinct kneeled and bowed his head in respect and waited.

He heard the soft lisping voice telling him to rise. Harry obeyed, and stood tall in front of the swirling mass. The voice spoke to him directly and said, " Champion, welcome back. I have been watching your progress and I'm pleased with what I see. You are very close to forging alliances with many powerful magical beings. That is good young one. You will need to yoke their strengths to accomplish your goals. I dare say, they will also greatly benefit with their alliance to you."

Harry nodded and replied, " Great one, I truly believe that real change in the wizarding world can only occur with their support."

" Quite true young one. I have called you because I feel you are ready to ascend to the next plane of knowledge. You may not know this yet, but your greatest enemy has cheated fate once more and gained more power through forbidden rituals. Don't worry your powers are still more than a match for his. He however had found the ancient Aztec book of Toltec. Toltec was a very powerful necromancer and conjurer. The knowledge contained in his manuscripts will give the cheater of fate control over all dark magical beasts in your dimension. He will even be able to control dragons. With your current knowledge you would be on the defensive when fighting his dark army. The best you can hope to achieve is a draw."

Harry's sighed and felt his shoulder sag under the added stress. He looked at the ethereal eyes and replied, " I hope great spirit that you have found some way of helping me? I can't do this alone."

The ethereal spirit known as Tiamat looked like it was smirking and said, " Don't look so worried champion. The knowledge you are about to learn will make your enemies beg for mercy. Now the spells and incantations you will be learning will require the use of a staff. You will need to locate a box, which contains some very special stones. Back in my time, we called them light benders. We came upon these stones following a meteor shower. The reason we called them light bender is that they appeared almost invisible to the naked eye. The stones themselves are pitch black and very heavy. Long ago when we were experimenting with the dark stones, we eventually figured out that they had the power to alter raw magical energy into concentrated gravitational waves. These concentrated gravitational fields allowed us to discover, and breach alternate dimensional gates."

Noticing the bewildered look on her champions face, the ethereal being simplified her explanation by saying, "The stone simply changes the structure of the apparition energy into a tightly packed gravitational beam. This beam in turn disrupts the current dimensional continuum and allows for a portal to be opened with a parallel earth. You must understand that mankind does not rule all of these earths. Some of these worlds are actually ruled by magical creatures. The red dragons of Kagan happen to rule one of these worlds. It took me a very long time to figure out how to communicate and summon these creatures. I found out that the magical energy from our world is like ambrosia to them. They are fierce and intelligent combatants. One of their favorites pray is our world's dragon. They are bigger and fiercer looking than any of our earth dragons."

Harry couldn't even fathom a creature that was fiercer looking than a Hungarian Horntail. The stone she is talking about doesn't sound like naquadah or naquadria he thought. He needed to know what these stones were. Perhaps muggle science could shed some light. Harry analyzed all of the information Tiamat had given him and one question that kept coming to mind was the need for a staff. He felt his new wand had more than enough power. He looked into those fathomless eyes and said, " Why do I need a staff, and where can I find those stones you speak off?"

" The staff is needed to channel and amplify magical energy to levels far greater than your wand is capable of handling. I know of your discoveries on wand making, but it will not be enough for the advance conjuring spell I will teach you. You will need to channel more energy in greater density over a greater area than what your wand can produce. A properly crafted staff with your mineral combined with the light bender stone will be more than sufficient to open a dimensional gate."

Looking into his eyes, Tiamat continued with her explanation," Now listen carefully, the dark stones can be found in a golden box. You will know that you have the right box because it has an inlaid gold carving of a dragon, which you have never seen before. Do not touch the other boxes unless you wish to keep me company in this realm. You will be looking for the cave of Zorn near the ancient city of Sumer. There is a valley to the south of a city, which muggles call Basra in Iraq. Halfway into the valley you will find the cave of Zorn. A Scorpion man in stasis will hold the box itself. He will only answer in high snake. Retrieve the stones and build a staff. Remember, when we put the stone in guardianship, we installed no less than seven wards at the mouth of the cave. Before you leave, I'll tell you what they are. Now let me teach you the following spells…ect"

Harry felt as if he had been in the netherworld for eons. Time dilation effects tended to warp ones perception of time. He felt mentally exhausted, but knew it had been well worth it. He had learned magic, which had not seen the light of day since Tiamats' last battle. The magic itself was a combination of chants, rune language, and magical energy modifiers all combined into high level parseltongue spells. The incantation, power, and focus needed for these spells had to be perfect less a catastrophe occur. Harry had taken his time to properly memorize all facets of the spells. He had no doubt that the arithmancy equations needed to break down these spells would take a lifetime to decipher. It would definitely require the use of muggle computers.

Harry was brought out of his musing when he heard Tiamat calling to him. Harry blushed and said, " I'm sorry, I was deep in thought for a moment. "

Again, Harry heard her soft lisping chuckle. He looked up, and he could almost discern a smirk on her fathomless lips. She finally said, " I believe you have learned enough for now. There are still lots more magic to show you, but that will be for another time. Make more progress and we shall meet again."

As soon as the spirit finished her last word Harry felt himself spinning as if caught in a portkey. Harry realized he was rapidly floating upwards through a thick black fog. He could see a kaleidoscope of colors and found himself suddenly waking up in his bed.

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Late Afternoon November 13 Potter Castle

Xiana was in her favorite reclining chair looking at the beautiful bluish flame deep in thought. She had taken the rest of the day off to recuperate from her previous night mission. Her part of the mission had almost failed due to her arrogance. She had been waiting by one of the small alleys off Grimauld Avenue. The alley itself led directly to the Dirty Hag.

The brothel catered to all sexual taste. From reading her father's very comprehensive file, it appeared that Vladimir liked little boys. Dumbledore sure had shady friends she thought. She saw him coming and took her position to curse the man. She waited until she was sure of her shot and fired. Who would have thought that someone as fat as Lord Vladimir O'Malley could move so fast? The upper house lord had somehow felt her presence just in time to avoid her first imperio spell. He somehow managed a roundhouse punch to her wand hand, and in the process knocked her wand out. She quickly retaliated with a swift kick to the gonads and as he went down, the twins petrified him. She retrieved her wand successfully cast imperio on the idiot. She made sure that her next victim was past her position before firing her spell. She was thinking about Remus success when she noticed Harry coming down the stairs.

She ran to him and gave him a huge kiss. She looked into his eyes and knew right away that he was feeling loads better. The fever had broken by mid afternoon and it looked like he had woken up not to long ago. He had shaved and taken a bath. His jet-black hair was fanned out around his shoulder blades. The color had fully returned on his gorgeous face. His eyes were once again shining like emerald colored orbs.

" Potter don't you ever scare me like that again. Next time you feel out of sort or sick you get your butt back home ASAP do you hear me? Promise me you are going to take better care of yourself in the future." She then buried her head in his shoulder and hugged him as hard as she could. It felt so good to hold him and know that he was all right.

Harry heard her stern voice but noticed she was hugging the stuffing's out of him. He must of worried her quite a bit for her to be acting like this. He now remembered Snape, apparating to the gazebo and then waking up in his bed. He lifted her chin and gently kissed her. He then said, " I promise to better take care of myself and to try to not make you worry. Now, could someone tell me what this sickness was? My whole body feels like it was trampled by a dragon herd."

That seemed to satisfy his wife. Xiana brushed her outfit, which she always did when she was regaining her composure and replied, " Well honey, it seems like you just went through your second magical maturity. The healers believe it was brought on by too much time magic and stress. We both know what triggers brought that on."

" Well, that's certainly another quirk in the life of Harry Potter. I'm wondering if I'll ever do anything normal?"

Xiana passed him while heading to the living room and smirking replied, " Afraid not Potter, fate really seems to have it in for you. Don't worry love, it only makes life that much more interesting."

"Gee, I feel so much better." Harry frowned and followed his wife into the living room.

Once they were both sitting, Xiana explained everything that had happened while he was out for the count. She told him how they found him, how Fleur managed to get her family healer to come over, the operations, which took place the previous evening, and the results. Xiana spared no details and told him everything. Harry felt he had to share his little meeting in the netherworld. He told her about his first and second meeting with ethereal being Tiamat. He explained what he had learned and that he still wasn't sure it was real or not. He then told her about the light bender rocks and where they were located. He explained in details that he had to build a staff. He told her he needed to go to Iraq to find the cave that Tiamat had spoken off.

"The best way to find out if these visions are real or not is to find those rocks. If I find the rocks, then I'll know the visions were real. I'm starting to wonder if Tiamat is the power the dark lord knows not." Harry settled back in his chair and took a sip of brandy.

Xiana didn't say a thing for a while. She finally looked at him and said, " I'm not questioning the value of your vision love, I'm just scared that Voldemort has some how found a new way of tormenting you through that blasted scar."

Harry looked at the flames dancing in the fireplace and recalled all of the checks he had done over the past three hours. He had checked to make sure that he retained control of the link. He looked at Xiana and gave her a small smile and replied, " I'm positive Voldemort had nothing to do with this. When I woke up, I carried out a full diagnostics of my memories and checked to make sure that none of them were tempered with. I also checked my link with snake face, and found my magical signature intact. If he had tried to attack me through the link, there would have been a residual left over from his magical core. As it were, the link is intact and in my control."

" O.K, if you're sure then I'm willing to be open minded about this. Just be careful love. Take your time when you get there. You have all of tomorrow to carry out your hunting expedition. Don't over exert yourself either. You are still recovering. We are to close to kicking Dumbledore's wrinkled butt to have you relapse because you over used your magic." Xiana gave him a stern look, and instinctively rubbed her belly.

Harry didn't miss the gesture and suddenly came to attention and gave her a military salute and said, " Yes mam, your wishes are my command." He smiled and made his way to her chair and dropped on his knees and gently kissed her belly. Xiana for her part ran her hands through his velvety mass of black hair and smiled. How is it he always knew how to make her feel better.

Earlier that afternoon, Xiana had called her father and asked him what he thought of inviting the whole family for a strategy session. She sweetened the pot by telling him that tonight he was going to find out if he was getting a granddaughter or a grandson. Her father ended up bringing everyone for supper for a big strategy session.

That night everyone was real glad that Harry was back to his old self. Remus noticed that the flames in his eyes were burning even brighter. The elves had once again outdone themselves. They had just finished putting the final touches on the approach they were going to use on Dumbledore. Michael spent a great deal of time with Harry to make sure he was familiar with all of the protocols. Xiana's mother on the other hand was fed up with all the strategizing and wanted to know the sex of her grandchild. She went and told Madam LaSalle and Fleur that it was time.

The healers entered the living room and everyone smiled. She told Xiana to lie down on her chair and recline it. The healer than opened up a section of her robes so that her belly was sticking out. She motioned Fleur to join her. Her apprentice needed to learn the wand movements anyway. Madam LaSalle began casting a slew of spells. Everyone could see Harry sweating bullets, and Remus had to stifle a smile. At that moment, Harry was the spitting image of James he thought. He even has the same mannerisms.

Madam LaSalle turned towards the anxious family and smiled. She then looked directly at Xiana and said, " If I'm not mistaken, twins seem to be the norm for Zabini females? Congratulations my dear you will be the proud mother of a little boy and girl."

Xiana's mother squealed and ran to her daughter to give her hugs and kisses. Brianna was a close second. Soon all of the females were hugging Xiana. Michael for the first time in a long time cut loose his emotional controls and gave his son in law strong hug and handshake. Remus followed Michael's lead and gave Harry a bone-crushing hug. He whispered in his ears," James and Lily would be so proud of you."

Bill, Blaise, and Theo simply high five Harry. Brianna and his mother in law hugged and kissed him on the cheek. To say that he was happy was the understatement of the year. The love he felt for Xiana was complete and absolute. It was the love that only bonded souls could feel for each other. He went over to Xiana and pulled her up and gave her a passionate kiss. They pulled apart and went to thank Madam LaSalle. Xiana was very happy with her services and asked her if she could be their family healer. She accepted and said, she would come back in two months for another check up. She gave her a list of potion supplements that she could take. When she was done, Fleur escorted her back to France.

It was getting late and everyone needed their beauty sleep. That night, Harry and Xiana made love several times. Xiana was first to fall asleep and Harry gently spooned towards her so that he could feel her back against his chest. He wrapped his right arm around her belly, and fell into blissful sleep. Tomorrow would be a busy day.

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Early Morning November 14 Potter Castle

Harry and Xiana woke up early. After they were done their morning routine, they went down for a hardy breakfast. Xiana was going to meet Remus and go over everything he had found about Horcruxes. Harry remembered how deep Lucius had buried that information in his mind. The information was buried so deep that it had to have some importance somehow. Maybe it was a secret vault, or staging area for Death Eaters. Well, he would get a report soon enough he thought. He needed to get going. He kissed Xiana and told her he would call her if he was running into any kind of trouble.

Harry walked back to the master bedroom to get his battle gear. He made sure he had everything and went to his study and used his computer to look up the valley's coordinate. It turns out that there were three valleys. One to the north, one to the east and the last one was to the south. Harry figured he should apparate a quarter of the way into the valley. He figured that over six thousand years, surface geology would have shifted things a bit. He calmed his mind and pictured the coordinates. Within seconds, Harry found himself on a completely different landscape. The first thing he noticed was the high valley walls, and the torrid heat.

Harry immediately cast a cooling charm, a disillusion, a notice me not, and brought forth his aura reading ability. The first thing he noticed was that he had already punched through a muggle repelling ward. Harry could see the magical energy in the air. He started heading north. He was careful to manipulate around the boulders. He cast several revealing charm for good measure but found nothing. After about an hour of walking, Harry decided to speed things up a bit and took his broom off his chain and enlarged it. He mounted the broom and scanned from the air. After about fifteen minutes of low speed flying, he noticed a bunch of interlaced wards underneath an overhang. He flew toward the ground stopping just in from of the first ward. During his escapade in the underworld, Tiamat had thought him two new wards. They were extremely dark, painful, and lethal. Harry could attest to the lethality of the wards since at least half a dozen skeletons were littered at the entrance to what he believed to be a portal like the one at platform 9 3/4.

He quickly analyzed each ward and cast the counter curse as he had been thought. Not wanting to take any chances, he transfigured a small cactus into a rabbit and threw it at the portal. The rabbit sailed right through the portal. Harry simply raised his eyebrows and slowly walked towards the portal. He slowly extended his right hand and saw it disappear behind the wall. He quickly withdrew his hand and with his wand at the ready cast lumos and stepped through the portal. The moment he steeped through, green flame torch lit the cavern. Harry took his time examining everything. He noticed the magical energy of the torch, and found many the cave to be in permanent stasis.

Harry walked towards the back of the cave. He must have walked at least one hundred feet when the back of the cave suddenly lit with a series of blue flame torch. The back of the cave had a really creepy feeling to it. There were stalactites and stalagmites covering the whole area. Harry could make out huge cobwebs, and could hear snakes talking in the background. The most bizarre thing however, was the three-scorpion man frozen in stases, each holding a golden box? Harry was now convinced that Tiamat was real.

He needed to animate the scorpion men, pick the right box and conjure two large scorpions. He needed to prove that he was a disciple of Tiamat, and was worthy to take the box. Harry crossed a series of very shallow puddles and stopped at the scorpion statue. He bowed his head towards the statue and moved behind it. The moment he was behind the statue a large swirling wind erupted in the cavern. The storm quickly died, and Harry could see the stasis fields dissolving. Three scorpion men came out of their stupor, and looked around the cave until they spotted Harry. Using their eight legs, they quickly made their way towards him.

One of the scorpion man said, sss "Who dares brave the wrath of the great Tiamat? Prove your worth to us or die a painful death." sss

Harry took out his wand and right away conjured two large scorpions. He noticed a smirk on their face and Harry replied in high snake, sss " Great guardians, I've come to take the legendary dark stones so that Tiamat's mighty army can rise once again." sss

The middle scorpion man came forward and said, sss " You have proven that you are a disciple of the great Tiamat. Now you must prove that you are a great sorcerer and choose the correct box. If you fail you die." sss

Gees, these guys should really lighten up he thought. Harry simply nodded and slowly made his way to them and looked at the top cover on each box. Each box had the exact same markings of dark magical creatures. The top of each box had dragons on it. The difference was that one of the box had a dragon, which resembled an earth dragon but was red and black in marking. This was the dimensional dragon he was sure of it. Harry found the correct box, which was being held by the third scorpion man. Harry smiled and was prepared to apparate at a moments notice if he was wrong. He pointed his wand at the box and waited to see what would happen.

The third scorpion man bowed to him and released the box from its pincers. The scorpion man then said, sss " You have guessed right young sorcerer. May you bring back Tiamat's honor. There is another smaller blue box sitting in the little shrine on my left. The box contains gems. Take them as well. You will need them to build your weapons. Farewell sorcerer." sss

The scorpion men suddenly moved back to their positions and a blue like field suddenly swept over them and they were frozen in stasis once more. Harry took his wand and Accio the gem box. He then levitated both boxes and made his way back outside the cave. Once outside, he put back all of the original wards. Harry decided to open both boxes outside. Even in stasis there could have been some spores, mold or fungus, which made its way into the boxes. The last thing he needed was to release some dangerous contagion in his castle. Harry figured that everything responded to high snake with Tiamat and hissed, sss " Open." sss

Harry heard a click and levitated the lids off. He then cast several scourgify on the boxes and slowly approached them. Harry first looked into the box containing the dark stone. The sight that met his eyes was unlike anything he had ever seen. Light seemed to bend and warp around the stones. Harry noticed that there were about twenty stones ranging in size from a large orange to a small cantaloupe. Harry took his hand and touched one of the stones and felt its brutal coldness.

The stone was so cold that it sent shivers down his back. Harry looked closer at the rock and noticed how incredibly smooth the surface was. The other thing that intrigued him was the cool plasma light shows occurring between his hand and the surface of the stone. He wondered if his raw magic was reacting to the stone. Harry looked at his watch and noticed that it was only noon. Not feeling particularly hungry, he decided to find out what the material was. He cast several specialized metallurgical spell to help him categorize its properties. However, the more spells he cast the more confused he became.

If the spells were right, then this material was defying the very nature of baryonic matter. Every stone he tested did the same thing. They all vibrated at the exact same frequency. It was as if every atom in the stone was behaving as one. There were always slight variances in translational and vibrational energy output of a specific element. With this stuff, it's as if every atoms physical property acted as one single atom.

Harry really needed to do some digging on this. He seemed to remember an article that might help him from one of his muggle physics books. He knew the books and would look it up the moment he went back home. He closed the lid on the stone box and opened the gem box. Inside that box he found a large quantity of ultra pure gems. There were emeralds, sapphires, rubies, and diamonds. They ranged from thumb to chicken egg size. This was a good find he thought. The quality of the gems is what was important here. They were flawless. They would be perfect as focusing stones. Happy with his discoveries, Harry took hold of his broom and apparated himself with both boxes back to Potter castle.

Harry began moving the boxes to his private workshop, and ran into Xiana as she was coming out of library. He noticed the look of surprise on her face, and waited for her to make the connection. He didn't have to wait long when she whispered, " It's true isn't it? There really is some entity reaching out to help you? "

Harry replied, " I was starting to doubt my own sanity there for a while, but after finding the stones at the exact location Tiamat gave me I'm just happy that a greater power has vested interested in my success."

Xiana slowly nodded and looked at the other box. She frowned and said, " What's in the other box?"

" As an added bonus, I was given very high quality focusing stones. I dare say they'll be very useful when I build my staff. How was your meeting with Remus?"

Xiana replied, " It was a very informative session. We pooled our finding and came up with some very interesting revelations. I am still compiling the list of spells thought. I should be ready to debrief you by supper time."

" That's all right I'll be locked in the lab all afternoon. I have some research to do." With that Harry kissed his wife and buried himself in his lab.

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Lunch Time Hogwarts November 14

Albus Dumbledore was casually waiting for the students to enter the great hall. He had his teachers pass the message that all students were to attend lunch because of a special announcement. It didn't take long for all the students to be seated. He pulled out his wand and put a strong locking charm on the doors. He got up and addressed the students. He looked towards Miss Granger and gave her a slight nod. He then looked at the student body and said, " Dear friends, I have a special announcement for you today. I've arranged it so that our friends from Beauxbaton, and Durmstrang will be able to join us for this years Christmas dance. I hope you are as pleased as I am."

Albus could hear a great cheer erupt throughout the great Hall. He waited for the ruckus to die down a bit and raised his hand to get their attention. Once the hall was quiet he said, " To celebrate this wonderful news, I have asked the kitchen elves to put a sumptuous fall feast together. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I. Let the feast begin."

Albus sat down, and nodded at the teachers. What the students didn't know was that all beverages had been spiked with veritaserum coupled with a time delay charm. He just had to wait it out.

Unknown to Dumbledoremany people had not taken any ofthe juiceyet. Neville, who had been sitting at the end of the table close to the great hall doors, had felt a spell hit the doors earlier and knew something was wrong. He and Luna over time had taken the time to develop sign language and could communicate rather well with it. Neville kept looking at Luna hoping to get her attention. He finally managed to get her attention. Making sure no one was watching, he looked into her eyes and slowly drifted his gaze to his left hand.

He then began making signs hoping she could catch what he was saying. He looked back at her eyes and noticed her slowly nodding her head. Good he thought, she got the message loud and clear. He had basically told her to cast revealing spells on the food, juices and all dinner ware to make sure they weren't tempered with. Neville wanted to scream to his compatriots that something was wrong, but couldn't take the chance of tipping his hand. He would have no choice but to tip his hand if it came down to a confrontation.

Neville was thinking furiously. He needed to take the offensive but how? Suddenly the food and drinks appeared and he carefully took out his new wand from his right boot and started casting silent spells on his food and drink. Sure enough he saw slight blue glow on his goblet telling him that there was a foreign substance. He needed to find out what it was. He then cast a slew of revealing spell. On his last spell the goblet glowed neon green. He looked up to see that Hannah Abbott and Stewart Akerley had already drunk from their goblets. With a sense of urgency he looked towards the Slytherin table and noticed that Blaise, Brianna and Theo were about to have a toast. He knew that the older warriors were sufficiently accomplished occlumens and could fight off the veritaserum, but the younger initiates weren't accomplished enough in the mind arts and could compromise themselves with disastrous results.

With his mind made up, he suddenly stood up and picking his cup he threw it at the main door. and bellowed, " What is the meaning of this Dumbledore!"

Everyone immidialty went quiet and stopped what they were doing. They were all looking at him. Noticing that his compatriots had put their goblet down, he continued, " So tell me professor, was is the meaning of spiking the drinks with veritaserum! This is illegal under section twenty paragraph thirteen of the criminal code of ethics. Veritaserum shall never be administered to minors without written orders from the ministry. I'll tell you this, my Gran will hear of this I assure you! What kind of fucking school do you run here anyway? From where I stand it's starting to look more like a circus than a bloody school." He turned towards chili pepper and beaver and noticed they had their wands pointing at him. He could see the smirk on their faces.

Albus Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and was seething inside. This was not going the way he wanted it. He looked at the Longbottom heir and sneering replied, " The meaning of this Mr. Longbottom is that it has come to my attention that there are spies here at Hogwarts, who report directly to the new dark lord know as the scorpion sorcerer. He is directly responsible for the death of one of my teachers and I will see justice rendered."

Neville looked at the headmaster and suddenly burst out laughing. He could see Weasley and Granger sneering at him but he didn't care. He finally managed some control and sneering back at Dumbledore, he bellowed, " Talk about lies and deception headmaster. You wouldn't know justice if it bit you in the ass."

Minerva suddenly stood up and screeched, " That will be two hundred points for your insubordination Longbottom."

" Like I actually give a shit what you think you ancient sycophant," Neville sneered back.

Neville could see McGonagall turn a nasty shade of puce when she bellowed, " Well I never! That will be one months worth of detention and another one hundred points."

Neville took the time to look at each table and hoped that they could read the look in his eyes that said, get ready for a showdown. Neville heard the headmaster bellow and once again everyone's attention was drawn back to the headmaster.

Albus descended to the main floor and cast sonorous on his himself and bellowed, " Those of you who are working for the scorpion sorcerer will raise their left hand."

Ginny had drunk the veritaserum and was now fighting tooth and nails to not reveal herself. Sweat was beginning to form on her head. She was pouring every one of magic in her shields to fight off the effect. She felt like she was gaining the upper hand. She looked around to see Hannah Abbott and Stewart Akerley raise their hands. Oh god she thought, our new recruits.

Dumbledore saw two hands in the air and immidialty cast incarserous on the spies. Finally getting somewhere he thought. He approached them and with a smirk on his face said, " Who is the identity of the scorpion sorcerer?"

Neville to his utter horror couldn't do anything to help them. He could see the sheer terror on their faces and the beads of sweat on their forehead. They were trying to fight the veritaserum but they simply weren't strong enough in the mind arts. He knew what was about to happen. He looked at Luna and Ginny and noticed the sad look in their faces. With pure hate in his eyes, he promised himself that Dumbledore would pay for this day.

Hannah could see the stupid smirk on Dumbledore's face, but was not going to give him the satisfaction. Mustering the last of her courage, and unable to fight the veritaserum she whispered so softly that no one could have heard her answer.

Dumbledore sneered and said, " You will repeat yourself Miss Abbott! This time much louder." To Dumbledore's dismay he noticed the light fading from her eyes and she slumped in her seat. He suddenly recognized what was happening and whirled towards the young Ravenclaw to stun him, but he was too late. The young Ravenclaw finished whispering and like Miss Abbott he too slumped dead in his seat. Dumbledore now realized his mistake. He never took into account that they would have magical binding contracts. The bastard thought of everything. Well, all is not lost he thought at least that's two less soldiers for him. Smiling to himself, he turned his gaze towards the Longbottom pest.

Neville couldn't believe how treacherous the headmaster was. He had just flaunted the law as if it were nothing to him and in the process killed two students. To top it off, the bastard had the audacity to smile. Feeling a righteous rage boiling to the surface Neville bellowed to the rest of the hall, " I wonder what the wizards and withes of England will think of the great Albus Dumbledore when they read the Daily Prophet tomorrow and learn that he killed two innocent students while may I add breaking the law in the process. Now, if you'll excuse me I have an interview to give."

" Stay right where you are Mr. Longbottom if you know what's good for you. You will come to my office for a little chat. I have a feeling you know what really happened to my potions master. I will find out the truth one way or another." Dumbledore sneered back.

Ron Weasley without thinking said," Who are you to question the greatest wizard of the age. You're nothing Longbottom do you hear me. The sooner you learn your place on the food chain the higher your life expectancy will be."

Neville slowly turned his gaze towards Weasley, and with a venomous snarl said, " Why in the name of Merlin would I want to take advise from some prejudiced, idiotic, brainless, dickles, boot licking sycophant whose sole purpose in life is to take orders from a stuck up know it all. Thanks for the advice carrot head, but sit down before you overtax what little gray matter you have left, and let the grown ups talk."

Ron instantly whipped out his wand and cast, " Expelli..", but never finished his spell. Neville soundlessly brought his wand down and banished Weasley towards the head table. He went crashing into Dumbledore's plate. Neville saw Granger stab her wand and saw the tell tale light of a diffindo curse coming at him. He turned sideways but still caught part of the curse on his left shoulder where a deep medium size cut appeared. Blood spurted from the wound. Hissing from the pain, Neville was about to curse the beaver bitch when he heard Luna yell, " You bitch! Retroago-Figere-Scipio"

Neville saw Granger slash her wand but instead of a spell coming out, her wand exploded in her hand.
She screamed in sheer agony, and dropped to her knees while looking at her bloodied hand. Neville, immidialty Accio Luna to him, and started drawing a powerful rune shield. Meanwhile the teachers along with other members of the order of the phoenix had overturned several of the large tables for protection and started casting a slew of Stupefy, Reducto, Diffindo, and several crucio from Ronald Weasley and other DA members. Dumbledore out in the open cast a powerful golden shield on himself and with another spell made himself jump high in the air and land behind the overturned head table.

Blaise with Theo's help had managed to overturn the Slytherin table and Brianna, Susan, the Patil twins, and Cindy (a.k.a Tonks), managed to reach Neville and Luna to provide cover. Blaise was crouched down with Theo and noticed Chris McGhee, John Hobbit, and Scott McGinnis had joined them. The new recruits were decent duelist he thought. Blaise feeling the adrenaline and the need to jump into action took another quick look to get his bearings and saw a crucio heading towards Neville's position.

He looked at the others and bellowed, " Fuck this. They want to play dirty, well then lets show them how the game is really played. Chris, John, and Scott take defense and provide shields. Use the dark shields they are more powerful. Theo and I will be taking the offence. Everyone Ready? Go!"

Meanwhile the rest of the student population was in complete panic. Several of the teachers made their way to the younger years and cast several shield charms and guided them towards another room. The older students were busy transforming cups, plates, and other kitchenware into defensive and offensive weapons. Many started following their teacher and started casting spells at the people close to the great doors.

Ginny had moved into action, and started pouring a vast array of spells, both light and dark. She was sick of hiding anyway. Thank God, Neville had been alert. She was still fighting the last vestiges of the blasted veritaserum. She felt such hatred for Dumbledore and what he had done to her friends. Two of her compatriots were dead, and for that Dumbledore and his merry band of boot lickers had to pay. She inwardly shuddered at the primal rage that Harry would go into once he found out the news. Well enough thinking and more fighting she thought.

Ginny remembered reading a very obscure spell from Necron's last book and cast Dumosus-Oris-Pavimentum at the floor next to the overturned head table. She was rewarded when thick, prickly stone vines began wrapping around the table and started crushing it. She could hear Dumbledore fighting with the vines. She turned to see her fiancé making his way towards Neville. With no back up where she was, she realized she had to get away from her current position and join them. She cast a strong body shield and ran towards Neville. She was hit by a couple of Stupefy and a Diffindo but her shield failed when she was hit with a crucio. Ginny dropped on the floor and began screaming.

Blaise saw Ginny get hit with crucio. With a snarl on his face, he erected two more granite walls. The first wall sprang up in front of Ginny and cut the crucio off. Ginny raised herself to her knees panting. She suddenly noticed a granite wall appear before her. Without any hesitation, she jumped over it and landed beside Blaise.

With a worried look on his face Blaise asked, " You alright babe?"

" Yah, god I hate crucio. We've to get out of here. It won't take long for the headmaster to smash through our defenses."

Blaise gave Ginny a quick kiss and whispered, " By the way, good thinking with the vines. That bought us some time."

Blaise and Theo managed to transfigure more utensils into granite walls. They positioned them in a staggered formation. John, Chris, and Scott had taken forward positions and kept blanketing the area with shields. Blaise could tell they were starting to tire out. They hadn't received their new wands yet.

Both Neville's front, and flanks were now sporting protective walls. They rushed over and took position. Blaise looked at Neville, and Theo and counted to three. They all came up and cast a slew of spells, Penetrabilis-Matara/ Diffindo-Caruncula/ Stannum-Ancile/ Inferorum-Animas-Ursus / Caliginosus-Admoveo at that point poison dark lances, tridents, animated bears, dark cutting curses and a dark fog of war suddenly appeared racing across the great hall. It was complete pandemonium. People on the other side started falling due to friendly fire.

Neville looked at the great doors and bellowed, "Lacertosus- Rumpere." The powerful dark explosion curse broke through the locking ward, and shattered the door into dust. Neville bellowed, " Make a run for it. Meeting point Omega-1."

Neville took Luna's hand and they sprinted through the destroyed doors followed by the other scorpion soldiers. Once they were all out, Neville and Blaise cast a powerful rune ward across the doors. Blaise then said, " This should keep them occupied for a while. They all ran to Myrtle's bathroom. Once they were all present they portkeyed to the lair. They saw Moody and their tutors running over.

Moody was the first one to reach them and said, " We saw everything on the cameras. We were getting ready to come and get you people out. Good vigilance Longbottom. The body count would have been a lot higher had you not acted the way you did. The worst part is that we've been monitoring the cameras but no one picked up any news of Dumbledore's plan. The sneaky bastard is getting unpredictable. Someone has to tell Potter what happened."

"I'll go," Brianna replied.

Moody nodded, and turned towards the rest and said, " All right everyone get patched up and ready for debrief at 15:00 p.m. We need to piece together was exactly happened back there."

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November 14, 2:30 p.m. Potter Castle

Harry had just finished comparing all of the various light bender stones. No matter what variation of the mining spells he was using, he was getting the same results. He wiped the sweat on his forehead and finished his last entry on his computer. Harry heard a soft pop and heard Dobby squeaking, " I is have master's book Dobby thinks."

Smiling at the hyperactive little elf, Harry took the books from him and said, " Thank you Dobby. You have been a real lifesaver this afternoon. I never thought we would make this much progress this early in the afternoon. "

A beaming Dobby replied, " Would Master like some tea and scones?"

" That sounds fantastic Dobby, Thank you." With that, the little elf popped away.

Harry was looking at the index of his physics book for single atom behavior, and found an entry on page 127. According to this article, in June 1995 a research group at the Joint Institute for Laboratory Astrophysics (now called JILA) in Boulder, Colo., succeeded in creating a minuscule but marvelous droplet. By cooling 2,000 rubidium atoms to a temperature less than 100 billionths of a degree above absolute zero (100 billionths of a degree Kelvin), we caused the atoms to lose for a full 10 seconds their individual identities and behave as though they were a single super atom. The atoms physical properties, such as their motions, became identical to one another. This Bose-Einstein condensate (BEC), the first observed in a gas, can be thought of as the matter counterpart of the laser-except that in the condensate it is atoms, rather than photons, that dance in perfect unison.

Harry was now positive that based on the light bending property the stone, the unique density distribution of the matter, and its atomic behavior that he was looking at what muggles called dark matter. Picking up another book, Harry looked in its index and found a modern day muggle postulate for the existence of dark matter. Harry went to page 215 and found the following article. In cosmology, dark matter refers to hypothetical matter particles, of unknown composition, that do not emit or reflect enough electromagnetic radiation to be detected directly, but whose presence can be inferred from gravitational effects on visible matter such as stars and galaxies.

The dark matter hypothesis aims to explain several anomalous astronomical observations, such as anomalies in the rotational speed of galaxies (the galaxy rotation problem). Estimates of the amount of matter present in galaxies, based on gravitational effects, consistently suggest that there is far more matter than is directly observable.

The existence of dark matter would also resolve a number of inconsistencies in the Big Bang theory, and is crucial for structure formation. If dark matter does exist, it has vastly more mass than the "visible" part of the universe 1. Only about 4 of the total mass in the universe (as inferred from gravitational effects) can be seen directly. About 22 is thought to be composed of dark matter. The remaining 74 is thought to consist of dark energy, an even stranger component, distributed diffusely in space, which probably cannot be thought of as ordinary particles. Determining the nature of this missing mass is one of the most important problems in modern cosmology and particle physics.

Harry now understood the dense gravitational wave that Tiamat spoke off, were in reality made up of dark energy triggered by magical energy. That is why only the staff could transmute a very specific set of energy signatures. In other words, only a powerful and specific magical energy signature would cause the light bender stone to convert the magical energy into dark energy. The dark energy in return opened the parallel gateways. All other magical energy would cause the staff to act as an overly large and powerful wand.

Now that Harry thought about it, Tiamat did day that they had found this stuff after a meteor shower. How ironic he thought that it took people with magical ability to see the light bender stones. On the other hand, muggles who probably would have a very hard time seeing the stones had never the less proven their existence through theoretical mathematics.

What a weird universe this was he thought. Maybe after the war, he could send one of the rocks unanimously to one of the prestigious muggle Universities for research. This would get them that much closer to their goal of a unified theory. He knew that at some point, muggles would realize that they were missing an energy source in their equation. For their equations to be complete, they would have to discover magical energy in its raw form. He knew when that day came, the wizarding world would once again be discovered by muggles.

Harry was brought out of his thoughts when he heard someone knock at his door. Harry looked at his watch and knew it was too early to be Xiana. She was still at their news office. Shrugging his shoulder, he yelled, " Enter."

Brianna opened the door and found Harry by his table with a bunch of books and stones. What in Merlin's name was he working on now she thought? Shaking her head she sprinted to him and blabbered real fast" HarryweereambushedbyDumbldore..."

"Brianna please slow down, I can't make out a word you're saying." Brianna took some calming breaths and tried again, "Harry, we were ambushed by Dumbledore in the great hall during lunch. He tricked us by spiking all of the juices with veritaserum. There were some casualties on our side. With Neville's help we were able to organize and fight our way out. Moody is having a debrief at 3:00 p.m." Brianna looked at her brother in law's eyes and could already see that he was pissed. She could see the veins tense up in his neck, and his jaw muscles were popping on and off. He took deep calming breaths and stood up. He then took her hand and apparated both of them to the lair.

Harry expected to find chaos, but instead he found everyone doing a specific job. His regular soldiers were practicing dueling. His tutors and Moody seemed busy reviewing the camera tapes. Harry spotted Neville and Luna and walked towards them. Neville turned around and found Harry coming towards them.

Harry approached Neville and said, " You don't know how glad I am to see the both of you o.k. Thanks for taking charge of the troops mate. I just found out we lost Hannah Abbott and Stewart Akerley. Your quick thinking saved many people today. It's my fault this happened, If I hadn't insisted on binding magical contracts then they would still be alive."

"No Harry, the magical binding contract IS the right thing to do. Don't ever do away with them. We can't afford traitors in our mist. The contracts guarantees this. You know as well as I do that during the first war, all of the traitors would have been found out if they had taken loyalty-binding contracts. No one could have foreseen what the goat fucker was going to do. " Neville replied.

Harry looked at Neville's face and saw the undeniable truth of his words reflected in his eyes. Luna put a hand on his shoulder. Harry shifted his gaze towards her and once again saw her unwavering faith in him and their cause. She gave him on of her dreamy smile that said everything is going to be o.k.

In a husky voice Harry said, " I want you guys to know that you are more than close friends to me. You're the brother and sister I never had. Having you at my side means more to me than all the gold in my vault. I think the muggle singer John Lennon said it best. All I need is a little help from my friends and he was right. Well enough of the mushy stuff, lets get that debrief over with. There are still some preparations to make for tomorrow's trial."

With that, they walked to the centre of the lair and sat around the table. Once they were seated, Moody began the analysis by showing the camera tape on the large LCD screen. It took roughly two hours to go over everything. When they were done, the group voted unanimously to spend more time on learning muggle style sign language.

After supper, it was agreed that the students wouldn't be returning to class until Dumbledore was dealt with. First, they needed to curtail Dumbledore's powers and influence in the castle. Harry made sure that all of his troops were comfortable in the trunk manors. He told them their training would be stepped up considerably now that they were stuck in the scorpion lair for a wile. With his last minute instructions given, Harry, Xiana, and Remus floo back to Potter castle for one last strategy meeting.

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November 14 Late in the Evening Riddle Manor

Voldemort with a huge grin on his snake like face was currently leaning over a very old book. The book itself had a thin granite cover. The pages were made of thin gold sheets. On the cover of the book, there was an engraved picture of a smoked mirror. Around the mirror were flying dragons. The book itself had been found in the ancient city of Tula in central Mexico.

His expedition team, who had now mostly perished, had initially begun this quest over twenty years ago. Through a stroke of luck, the expedition team had finally stumbled over the tomb of Tezcatlipoca, the Toltec warrior god. In reality, he had been a powerful magical shaman over thirteen hundred years ago. The knowledge contained in this book explained how to control all sorts of magical creatures. The book it turns out also contained ancient spell on runic shields and wards. This book was a rare find indeed. Long lost magical knowledge was next to impossible to find these days.

He had been busy translating the last of the ancient runes. He couldn't wait to see the look on the dragon trainer's faces, when Lord Voldemort commanded their dragons to do his bidding. To his utter shock, the book had spells and rituals that allowed him to communicate with Dementors directly. The book even showed him how to retrieve souls that had been kissed. Contrary to popular belief, when a wizard or witch was kissed the soul didn't die.

The Dementors fed off ambient magic, which in turn they fed to the trapped souls. The trapped souls fed off the ambient raw magic, which they converted to soul magic. Soul magic is what powered Dementors dark powers. The more souls a Dementor had, the more powerful they were. When Dementors breed, they pick the darkest souls that they posses and through a ritual they convert that soul into a Dementor.

Voldemort figured he was the most knowledgeable wizard on the planet regarding soul magic. After all had he not conquered death? In the pursuit of that knowledge, he had found a way to integrate a soul into anything. Now that he knew how to communicate with Dementors, he wanted a very important soul to be given back to him. He needed to get down into the caves and talk with them. Perhaps the Dementor he was looking for was there.

Very soon, he would have a powerful alliance and a slew of new wizards and witches enrolled in his army. Their choice was simple. They either joined him, or perished on the desolate rocks of Azkaban. He hoped to get at least sixty percent to come with him. As for the rest, the Dementors would feed very well indeed on the night of the attack.

Speaking of Azkaban where was that shit for brains Mulciber. Without intelligence and floor plans, it would be impossible to breach Azkaban defenses. He needed to take down the breach wards to get in and get out. The anti portkey and anti apparition wards were untouchable. They had far to many anchors and support stones to take them down. If Mulciber and Bella were successful, then he would have the list of wards spells and their counter. Lord Voldemort knew that getting a hold of these secrets would cost him much money. In fact, it would almost deplete all of his reserve. If his plan worked, it wouldn't matter anyway. Soon, he would have plenty of new recruits to help refill the coffers.

One of his biggest hurdles was that he needed another way to get his troops off the Island. They would expect him to portkey, or fly them out. What if they swam instead? They would never expect them to go underwater to make their escape that's for sure. This time of year, the northern seawaters were brutally cold.

There were several ways to get around underwater. One was self-transfiguration. That was an iffy proposition at best. Contrary to popular belief most wizards and witches sucked at self-transfiguration. He kept thinking about his options when he heard the front doors leading to the throne open up. Voldemort could see Mulciber and Bella sauntering over with several books and some large parchments.

"Finally, What took you so long?"

Mulciber replied in a stuttering voice and said," Me lord, our contacts were late. The agents were busy in the upper house. Apparently, Potter is bringing Dumbledore to justice. Supposedly, the Potter brat has found out that Dumbledore had manipulated him his whole life. We told our agents how to vote on Fudges proposal. Our last agent to show up was detained in the hall of records. He had to obliviate the records keeper."

Lord Voldemort roared with laughter. Bella and Mulciber laughed at seeing their lord in such good humor. He finally managed to get a hold of himself and said, " What fools they are. Let the light side attack each other. This will make it that much easier for us to take over. You both have done well. Come let us finalize our plans."

They both followed their master to the strategy room. Voldemort turned around and bellowed, " Rat! Front and center now." A very ugly and balding man with a silvery hand came through one of the doors and dropped at his master's feet.

Voldemort sneered and said, " Get up you pathetic excuse for a Death Eater. I want to know if you have a plan for getting us wands. Our prisoners are going to need wands Wormtail."

" Ya,ha,yeeess,yeesss my lord. I have a window of opportunity tomorrow. Most of the security is going to be at the trial. Olivander should be easy picking. I'll need some backup master."

" Very well, take Irvine and Mulciber with you. Do not fail me Wormtail."

"Never master, never."

"We'll see Wormtail. We'll see."

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November 15 Early Afternoon Potter Castle

Harry woke up early to prepare for his day. He was going over his checklist. Storage trunk check, two magical bombs check, healing and energy potions check. He was going to wear his full battle gear today. You never knew in these large gatherings who was out for your blood. After yesterday's incident Harry thought, he wouldn't be too surprised if Dumbledore hired a hit wizard to take him out. Harry pictured how he wanted his robes to look like, and hissed a parseltongue illusion charm on his battle robes.

His battle robes shimmered blue for an instant and now looked like the robes an upper house lord would wear. They looked like they were made of black silk. On the left side of the robe was the Potter family crest. The crest was a black unicorn facing a gold griffin on a royal blue background. Along the edge of the door were silver snakes. On the right hand, side of his robe was the Black family crest. The crest itself was a Hybridian black dragon inlaid on a crimson red background with lightning bolts embroider in white on the outside of the crest. He had let his jet-black hair down, and was now fanned in a crest along his shoulder blades. His final addition was an emerald scorpion earring. He heard Xiana calling to him and made his way downstairs.

Xiana was putting the final changes on her royal blue robes when she saw her husband walking down the stairs. First thing, she noticed was his flowing jet-black hair, and his glowing green emerald orbs. The robes he was wearing were stunning. He had both the Potter and Black family crest to which he was heir too. He was for the lack of a better word stunning. She could feel the power and confidence rolling off him. The robes accentuated his imposing height and physique. She was so turned on right now she could shag him on the couch until he passed out.

Harry looked at his wife and saw the hungry look in her eyes. Well, he knew he was going to be busy tonight. He came down and said, " Babe, if I do say so myself you look gorgeous." He gently lifted her chin and gave kissed her.

" Damn Potter, do you know what you're doing to me right now?" She smirked.

" I know love, just keep these thoughts until tonight. Believe me, just looking at you and I want to shag for the rest of the day. First, let's go kick Dumbledore's old wrinkled ass."

" Eeewww," She made a face at him. Xiana took one last look at her robe and furrowed her brows and said, " Love, how much longer do I have to disillusion the Potter crest on my robes? Dam it all to hell! I'm a Potter and don't care if the world knows it or not. I'm sick of hiding who I am. I want the world to know that I am the wife of Harry James Potter. "

" I know love. It won't be much longer. I have a feeling that the world is going to learn very soon that the Scorpion Sorcerer and Harry Potter are one in the same. On that day, we will no longer hide who we are." Harry kissed Xiana and made their way to the fireplace. They floo to Zabini manor and met the rest of the family. They left Zabini manor and floo to the ministry building. They met Remus, the twins, and Moody. Moody came so that he could consult with some of his unspeakable friends. For the twins, it was something about teaching a lesson to their younger brother on why it's not nice to be throwing Crucio at your sister. Xiana, her mother, Brianna, Theo, Blaise, and Ginny went to get clearance so that they could be in the spectator isle.

Harry followed Michael through a different set of doors. They needed to be cleared so they could be admitted to the main floor. On their way there, they ran into Dumbledore and his crowd. They looked at each other and both man narrowed their eyes at each other. Before anyone had the chance to say anything, Molly Weasley pushed past her husband and rounded on Harry with surprising speed and without warning went to slap him in the face. The hand however never connected. Years of Quidditch and dueling practice had honed Harry's reflex to peek condition.

He caught her hand, and squeezed hard. The Weasley matriarch cried out in pain. Arthur Weasley rounded on Harry and leveled his wand at him and with venom in his voice said, " You have three seconds to let her go if you know what's good for you boy."

Harry threw her hand away from him and slowly turned his gaze towards Arthur and replied, " How on earth I ever considered you family is now completely beyond my comprehension. Your nothing but a bunch of prejudiced sycophants blindly following a has been. Tell me is he worth it? You've already lost half your family because they don't believe in the status quo system that Dumbledore loves so much. Your blind loyalty and refusal to analyze the facts and think for yourselves have ensured that your family will stay split. You've certainly shown your true colors where other magical creatures are concerned. Don't expect Bill to invite you to his home."

Molly took this time to bellow, " Enough! You are the cause of my families breakup. Dumbledore is right, you will be the next dark lord."

Michael decided to step in before it came down to wands. He had no doubt that his son in law could wipe the floor with that lot, but there were greater strategic issues at stake. Michael cut in and said, " Enough, you will not cease speaking with my client. You want to fight, then do it in the courtroom. Not here. "

Harry understood the underlying massage and simply nodded. He followed his father in law to the security chamber. Harry could feel some sophisticated detection wards wash over him. He let out a sigh of relief when no alarm sounded. He gave the Auror his old holly wand. His other two new wands remained concealed. The basilisk boots and holster coupled with his own brand of charms made sure that nobody could detect them. Harry felt as secure as he ever was in these situations.

They walked past a huge set of bronze doors and stepped into what could only be described at a time capsule. The Wizengamot courtroom looked like an exact replica of the Roman senate during Gaius Julius Caesar reign. His father in law had told him what to expect, however, to live it in its totality was a bit surreal. The place looked magnificent there were no other words to describe it.

Digging into his Occlumency folders, he found the one on ancient muggle architecture. The courtroom looked a lot like the ancient Roman Pantheon. The building was circular with a portico of three ranks of huge granite Corinthian columns. There were eight in the first rank, with two groups of four behind under a pediment opening into the rotunda, under a coffered, granite dome, with a central opening also known as the Great Eye, which was open to the sky. A rectangular structure seems to link the portico with the rotunda. In the walls at the back of the portico were niches for statues of Merlin, Morgan le Fay, along with four other statues, which looked remarkably like the four founders of Hogwarts.

On either side of the main floor, between the huge marble columns were the spectator seats. The main floor seemed to be split into factions. To the north of the main floor, one could see a set of marble stairs leading to an upper and lower semi circular rings. The rings apparently seated the lords. The lower ring, which seated the lower house lords, was made of black marble. The upper ring, which seated the upper house lords, was made of white marble. Below the lower ring, was a white marble chair with a set of gold scales floating above the chair? This chair was supposed to be the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. Since Dumbledore held that position and was now on trial, the chair would be filled by one of the senior juror from the ministry's law enforcement department.

A bronze door opened to the left of the chamber and a man dressed in white robes with Celtic runes slowly made his way to the chair. He was carrying an ivory staff with a mace like ball at the bottom of the staff ending with crystal ball sitting on top of a golden dragons head. The made it to the chair and turned towards the audience and said, " I Rufus Scrimgeour will be acting Chief Warlock and primary juror for these proceedings."

He took the staff and tapped it three times on the granite slate and Harry could see small tendrils of energy emanate from the bottom of the staff. Scrimgeour bellowed, " The Pentakrem is now in session. I would like to call forth the accusers to stage their charges."

Harry watched his fasther in law slowly make his way to the podium to address the house of lords. He was wearing a beatiful emerald green robe with black Celtic runes embroider on the lapels. The back of his robes had a large replica of Stone Henge. Harry smirked, his mother in law was a stunch druid follower. Harry couldn't fault her. The magical powers of the ancient Celtic druids was unmatched anywhere.

Michael took his time getting to the podium. The stakes have never been higher. The game was afoot. He reached the podium and took his time scanning the audience and the house of lords. With a confident and booming voice he bellowed, "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, you stand accused of violating some of our most coveted laws. You sir violated the Edict of 1124 as stipulated by Charlemagne and passed by the House of Lords concerning wizarding wills and titles. Your second violation is your failure to divulge critical information pertaining to Heir vaults. You failed the financial decree of 1492, paragraph six, subsection E. Ladies and Gentleman of the court, as these irrefutable records will indicate. Dumbledore willfully withheld information on my client's true financial status and illegally stole from his trust vault without his knowledge. Dumbledore also saw fit to forge his signature of said transaction. Finally, we come to our third violation. This violation charges Dumbledore with intent to cause psychological and bodily harm to his person during his six years of education at Hogwarts."

Once the charges were read, the spectator booths exploded into shouts and accusations from both sides of the floor. Even the House of Lords were eying each other with suspicion. Scrimgeour lifted his staff and hit the granite slate while bellowing, " QUIET! This court will not tolerate dissension. Spectators will hold their tongues or be forcibly removed from these proceedings. "

Scrimgeour then rounded on Dumbledore and asked, " How do you Plead? You may make your statement at the podium."

With a wariness belaying his age, Dumbledore made his way to the podium. Inside however he was seething with rage. For the hundredth time, he wondered how in the world the Potter brat had bested him. Everything was going so good until the little shit developed a brain. He finally reached the podium and addressed the House of Lords by saying, " On the first two counts I plead guilty. On the last count, I plead not guilty. I know that some of you are shocked, but please let me try to explain the context under which I made those decisions. "

Scrimgeour turned towards the House of Lords and said," The evidence pertaining to the first two violations are irrefutable. Albus Dumbledore has asked permission to address the court to allow him to shed light on his decisions. Those of you in favor cast lumos."

Scrimgeour counted the votes and said, " The court will allow Dumbledore to speak."

With his hands clasped behind his back, Dumbledore looked at the crowd and slowly turned his gaze to the House of Lords and said, " You must understand that the decisions I made have always been for the greater good. You see, to understand the decisions that were made, we need to go back to that awful Halloween night back in 1981. A couple of years before that night, a seer by the name of Sybil Trelawney made a prediction concerning a child who would have the power to defeat Voldemort and that the dark lord would mark him as his equal. That night Voldemort, for whatever reason decided that the Potter child would be his downfall. We all know what happened after that. What you have to remember was that all of his supporters were still out there and would have stopped at nothing to finish their master's job. On that night, quick decisions needed to be made. The child needed to be kept safe until he was ready to meet his final destiny...ect."

Dumbledore gave them his full explanations on why he overlooked these laws. Dumbledore finished by saying, " So you see, until recently I still believed that using the scar was the only way to defeat Voldemort. I make no apologies for trying to make the right decisions to defeat Voldemort."

Meanwhile, Ron Weasley was sitting in the isles looking at the proceedings and feeling completely bored and hungry. He looked at his former best friend and sneered. He whispered to Hermione," I hope the bloody boy who just won't die gets his lawsuit thrown back in his face. I'm going to get something to eat, do you want anything?"

Hermione looked at her boyfriend and replied, " I'd like a couple of pastries if you don't mind."

Meanwhile, two other figures on the opposite isles were watching Ronald Weasley very carefully. The moment he left both figures left their seat. They had a little rendezvous to keep.

Ron simply nodded and left. He silently slipped past the courtroom and made his way to the snack bar. He bought quite a bit of pumpkin pastries, and a slice of cinnamon loaf and two raspberry stuffed pastries. George was the first one to spot the jealous git. He and Fred positioned themselves behind one of the statues and cast a disillusion charm on themselves. The twins waited until he was passing the statue and together synchronized their spells. Fred cast silencio, petrificus-totallis. George cast accio Ron.

Ron was quite bewildered. One minute he is walking with pastries in his arms and the next moment he is facing the twin menace from hell. Ron was about to scream for help, but found himself silent. The next question that came to his mind was how in hell could they still have their wands?

Fred was the first to whisper, " Hello you little git. We heard all about the fight that took place in the great hall yesterday."

" We also know that you shot a crucio spell at our little Gin, Gin. Now, that wasn't nice was it?" George sneered.

Fred continued, " Remember little brother, nothing inspires forgiveness quite like revenge."

George pulled a little box from his pocket and said, " You see this little vial. That dear brother is over a months worth of hard work. This is one of the potions, which make up our PPP box. By the way, PPP stands for puss, pestilence and pain." Fred had gathered all of his food and emptied the vial over several food items.

With a very evil grin on his face, Gorge cast Obliviate- Momerati. This modified form of obliviate acted as a time delay block. Little Ronnikins would remember everything in about three hours. Cackling evilly, the twin's made their way back to the their side of the isle.

Back on the main floor, Michael walked up to the podium and looking at the Lords bellowed, " Albus Dumbledore! Who made you king of Britannia? How dare you insinuate that all of your decisions were for the greater good? Your theory of the link was proven false and in the process of indulging your whims, and innocent boy had to endure physiological and physical abuse at the hands of the worst sort of muggles. You told us how imperative it was for Harry James Potter to be kept safe from Death Eaters and Voldemort himself. Therefore, you dumped an innocent baby on muggles who hate anything to do with magic and by proxy hate anything to do with Harry Potter. You condemned him to thirteen years of hell on earth."

Michael surveyed the crowd and took a sip of cold ice pumpkin juice. He suddenly whirled on Dumbledore and continued his rant, " You claim to not have known that he was mistreated, yet you had one Arabela Figgs from your Order of the Phoenix keep tabs on young Harry. Lets take Hogwarts acceptance letters. You as headmaster have to approve each and everyone off them. Harry Potter's was sent at the following address. The letter showed #4 Little Winging, Surrey, cupboard under the stairs?"

Turning around to face the House of Lords, Michael continued, " Now I ask each and every Lord on this court who have had or taken care of children. In your opinion, is it normal to have a child live in a cupboard? Now to top it all off, the reason Harry Potter had to endure this hell was because one of our most cherished law was broken. There is a reason why the wills and inheritance decisions as set out by parents in our world MUST NEVER be broken. Terrible consequences can befall those who have broken this special magical bond. At this point in time I would like to call on Harry James Potter to explain to us the third logic regarding the violation."

Harry looked around the hall from one side of the isle to the other. He stopped at a particular spot in the far corner where he spotted a Vampiric shield. He smirked at the being, and slowly turned his gaze back towards the house of lord. He quickly brought to memory the Lords, which had been targeted for termination. He smirked and rose to his full height. He moved toward the podium with grace and power.

That day many people in the court would remember many things from looking at the boy-who-lived. Some would remember his incredible physique. Many witches were left hungry that day. Others would remember his eyes. Those deep glowing emerald orbs that looked eerily like the color of the Avada-Kadavra curse. One thing that every one could agree on that day was the sheer power of his magical aura and the might of his personality.

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Meanwhile, unknown to all of the people in the court, one very old vampire was paying particularly close attention to one particular individual. Methuselah Nicadimus of the Camarilla had been very busy this last week. He had been reading the ancient text, and reviewing all he knew about Gehenna Black Raven prophecy. A child born to ancient blood, He would bear the mark of the element cast by the dark. He would suffer greatly under the false prophet. He would be reborn from the ashes of neglect, and betrayal. The power of old would awaken once more. The scorpions would awaken to battle the three standards. Three seals were doomed to failure; Fate would not be denied her just reward. The black phoenix would rise again to seek justice from the dark. From the ashes of Armageddon, a new world would arise. Etosha would once again rise.

It had been a stroke of luck Nicadimus thought to be in this court. He remembered seeing the daily prophet, in the reception area a week ago. He had perhaps read the bloody paper twice in the last six hundred years. Nicadimus didn't waste much time on the affairs of witches and wizards. Usually if there was something important, his underlings made sure he knew about it.

The front cover that day had caught his attention. The cover showed a picture of a very old wizard and a young boy. After searching his memory, he recognized the young face as that of the boy-who-lived. For some reason he had noticed the lighting bolt scar and suddenly a verse in the prophecy clicked. He had spent the remaining week going over the ancient prophecy. Here he was a week later, sitting in an ancient court putting the pieces together.

He now had to figure out who the standards were. Nicadimus was brought out of his musing when he felt a gentle magical probe rest on his person. Without panicking, Nicadimus began looking towards the senate floor, when he spotted the boy-who-lived looking at him. Nicadimus couldn't believe what he was seeing. Vampiric illusion wards are better than wizarding ones by a long stretch, yet this boy knew where to find him and saw him smirk in his direction. Nicadimus could only stare at this boy and smirk back. Yes, he thought the young man certainly fit many aspects of the ancient prophecy. He needed more information on the boy-who-lived.

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Harry began his speech, " I'm sure many of you are wondering why I'm confronting the great, and powerful Albus Dumbledore. The simple truth is that I want justice rendered for the wrongs this man has perpetrated on my parents and myself. It has taken me a while to realize who Albus Dumbledore really is. This man whom you think is the champion of the light is in fact a wolf in sheep's clothing. Once I managed to throw off his grandfatherly act, I finally realized that he had been manipulating me ever since he gained knowledge of the prophecy. I began to analyze all of the trials and tribulations, which were thrown my way year after year since I started my magical education at Hogwarts. It became obvious that he was using me, and my unwanted fame as an icon to rally forces to his Light banner. He tried to make me believe that I should save everyone. He was trying to make me the hero I never wanted to be."

Harry paused to gage the audience and the House of Lords. Satisfied with the expectant look on their faces he continued, " From the very beginning, the puppet master has been pulling my strings. He gave me the means to confront Voldemort for the Philosopher's Stone instead of protecting it himself. Do you really believe that a wizard as powerful as he. A man who claims to have fought the dark forces for over a century had not detected Voldemort's dark essence residing in his DADA teacher? Dumbledore set up my whole first year so that it was I, and no one else, who would have to face the dark lord and thwart his plans in obtaining Nicholas Flamel Philosopher Stone."

Harry pause and took a sip of water. He looked around to see many people whispering. Harry continued, " During my second year, Fawkes his phoenix, could have teleported Ginny Weasley from the Chamber of Secrets anytime, yet he let me face a full-grown Basilisk at twelve with only a sword. All along, the headmaster could have stepped in and prevented me from facing such a dangerous creature. Yet, he did nothing. In my third year, I found out that my godfather Sirius Black has been innocent all along. How strange that the person who should have taken care of me according to my parents will was incarcerated for thirteen years without a trial. How in the name of God, does anyone get sent to Azkaban without a trial? Again that year my life was in jeopardy. I had to fend off Dementor's, werewolf and an unregistered rat animagus by the name of Peter Pettigrew. He was the one who was secret keeper to my parents, on Dumbledore suggestion. Now the plot thickens."

Harry paused once more to let his words sink in and continued, " With all of the events, my most trying year was yet to come. The year of the Try-Wizard Tournament was a bell ringer for me. The whole thing could have been called off if they had given me a dose of Veritaserum and found out that I never put my name in the goblet. There was a reason why you had to be seventeen years old in order to participate. On age alone I didn't meet the requirements. As an organizer of the tournament, and a judge, and headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore could have prevented my entry in the tournament at anytime. That year I was forced to fight Dragons, Acromantula, giant Crabs, Sphinx, and not least Voldemort himself during his rebirthing ceremony. That year I had to watch a good friend get A.K in front of me by Peter Pettigrew. To top it all off, I was shipped back to my abusive muggles and kept completely isolated. All on Dumbledore's orders of course."

At that moment, Harry heard a disgusting noise. He turned towards the isle to see a white looking Ronald Weasley flatulence a yellow/green gas cloud and shit himself. He heard the beaver berate Weasley for his disgusting behavior. As she bent down to help him, her robes fluttered and another disgusting noise sounded through the audience. She shit herself and was screaming that her lungs hurt. Harry could see people fainting in their vicinity. He suddenly heard the unmistakable howl of the Twins from the other side of the isle. Harry was now biting his lips to prevent himself from rolling on the floor.

Scrimgeour tapped his staff and bellowed, " Auror's, you will remove these peons from my court. They are banned from any future court proceedings until they have taken an etiquette course."

Harry stifling his laugh, waited for the commotion to die down. When order was restored Harry addressed the court one last time and said, " My fifth year at Hogwarts is when I began to question everything that had been fed to me. I began to realize, that I had been kept ignorant of our world for a reason. I began to realize that I had been controlled from the time my parents died. I was kept ignorant of my status as a Lord, ignorant of my family vaults, ignorant of our law system. I was forced to follow one man's every whim without question. Finally, the Slytherin in me woke up and demanded answers. Once the answers began to flow, I realized that my whole life had been an illusion. I was nothing but a pawn, a weapon to be sacrificed when the time was right. I'm here to tell you that I am no longer anyone's pawn. I am no one's chosen one. I decide when to fight. I AM THE MASTER OF MY DESTINY."

Harry looked around the courtroom and continued, " Again, how many of you have read the Daily Prophet this morning? The headmaster once again for the greater good disregarded the laws concerning the use of veritaserum for underage wizards and witches and proceeded to spike their beverages. In the process, he killed two students. Are the educational standards in Britain so low that we are forced to accept criminals for teachers and headmasters? All I ask is that justice be done. Thank you for your time." With that Harry bowed to the Lords and went to sit down.

Michael leaned over and whispered, " That was very well done Harry. You had the Lords listening to every word."

Rufus Scrimgeour stood up and said, " Does the defense wish to cross examine?"

Dumbledore stood up with his eyes twinkling and with an air of confidence replied, " I don't see the point."

" Very well then. Lords you have seen the evidence, and heard the testimonials. Both houses will retreat to cast judgment. You will deliberate for thirty minutes, at which point you will come back and give us your verdict."

Harry and Michael were talking about houses and renovations. Thirty minutes passed fairly quickly and the House of Lords came back. The senior lord came and gave a parchment to Scrimgeour. He took his staff and pounded on the floor, at the same time he bellowed," Silence."

" The Plaintiff and Defendant will both rise." They did as they were told.

Scrimgeour cleared his throat and said, " Albus Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, you were found guilty of all three violations. As a result of your criminal acts, you will henceforth be removed as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. You are also removed as Supreme Mugwump from the International Confederation of Wizards. You will never again be allowed any kind of influence within the Wizengamot body. Due to your past contributions fighting dark wizards, namely Grindewald, we allowed you to stay as headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. However, you will have to share that position with an appointed ministry educator. All school rules, balls and educational changes will have to be agreed by your counter part and approved by the board of governors. It is clear that over time you have abused the power and privileges of your office. You have the rest of the day to clear out your offices."

Harry chanced a look towards the headmaster and noticed all the color drain from his face. It looks like the old coot never expected this outcome he thought. It was one of the many things that the headmaster shared with Voldemort, and that was over confidence. Harry could see the headmaster's emotions fighting for dominance. He could see shock, disappointment, resignation, and finally anger. The headmaster turned his head towards our position and gave us a look of pure loathing. Harry simply smirked, which seemed to enrage him further. Harry heard Scrimgeour bang his staff once more.

" As you all know, we are in a state of war. Voldemort has come back, and the Wizengamot cannot function without it's Chief Warlock. Under the Cypriot charter, article 3, sub paragraph (d). The House of Lords will vote for a new Chief Warlock. The Lower House Lords will nominate candidates and through negotiation, and votes will narrow the field to two finalist whom are judged worthy of the position of Chief Warlock. These two finalists will be given to the Upper House Lords for final vote. The lower house will now retreat to the antechamber to cast their votes."

Harry looked at his father in law and gave him a small nod. If Scrimgeour only knew how many Lower House Lords were on the Scorpion's payoff list. It will be interesting to see how long snake face takes to ice his puppets once he finds out he was double crossed. It's much easier to stay in the bliss of imperio than to fight it's effect. Most of these Lords are nothing but weak sheep's anyway he thought. They wouldn't have a smidgen of the willpower necessary to overcome its effect.

The Lower House Lords came back after an hour of deliberation, and handed their results to the Upper Lords with a copy to Scrimgeour. Scrimgeour banged his staff again. Harry was getting sick of the idiot banging his staff. He was going to shove that bloody stick up his ass real soon if he didn't stop. Scrimgeour bellowed, " Our two final candidates for position of Chief Warlock are Michael Zabini, and Terrence McClain. The Upper House Lords will now deliberate in the antechamber to pick the new Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot."

As anticipated, the Upper House Lords came to a much quicker decision and were back within thirty minutes. The eldest of the Upper Lords handed a parchment to Scrimgeour and took his seat. Scrimgeour banged his staff again, which caused Harry to roll his eyes. Once the court was silent, he announced, " The post for Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot will now be filled by Michael Zabini." Many people in the isles were shouting cheers and clapping. Harry smirked, because he had a good idea who was on the cheering section. He noticed his father in law looking at him and winked. Harry winked back and stood up to go shake Michael's hand. He got close enough to whisper, " Excellent news if I do say so father."

Michael whispered back, " This is a great victory Harry. Now we move to our final phase of the day. I'll see you home later." Harry smiled and gave him a small squeeze on the shoulder.

Harry was making his way back towards the courts security lobby. He was making slow progress as many people came by to congratulate him. He wished that he could be with his wife and the rest of the family to celebrate their victory, but with Dumbledore and his cronies walking about, it was far too dangerous to show his cards yet. The last thing he wanted was for them to discover Xiana and his true ties to the Zabini family. All in good time he thought.

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Late Afternoon, November 15 Potter Castle

Harry apparated back to Potter castle and went to pick up his storage trunk and magical bombs. He finally removed the parsel charms on his robes. Harry loved the natural look of his Basilisk battle robes. With a quick look in the mirror, he made sure he had all of his weapons. He looked at his watch and decided to go downstairs to converse with his familiar.

Harry found his familiar soaking up the warmth from the permanent heat charm that was over his home. Harry hissed, sss " Anubis, how would you like some action?" sss

sss " That sounds wonderful master, I have been living the good life to much, I need exercise. Are we going to battle?" sss

Harry couldn't help but smile at his familiar's enthusiasm for battle. Harry hissed back, sss " This is more of a search and destroy mission. Mind you, when are these missions ever simple? In all honesty, I don't know if we are going to battle. There is a high chance that we will though." sss

sss "The change of scenery will be good." sss

Harry opened up his robe and let Anubis wrap himself in a comfortable position. His head was resting on top of his left shoulder. Once they were set, Harry knelt down and pulled out his invisibility cloak. It was best to go undercover for now, until he was sure that all potential threats were neutralized.

Harry concentrated and went deep in his mind. He was looking for specific images of Dumbledore manor that he had downloaded from the old coot's mind a while back. The trick was that he had to say the special password while picturing where he wanted to apparate. From the glimpses that he got from Dumbledore's mind, the manor was under a modified fidelius charm. Apparently, the keeper was not a person but an object. Harry had never heard of such a thing. Of course, the old bastard had been around for a while, and God only knew what kind of knowledge he kept to himself.

After a minute of sifting, he found several images and a trigger word. One image looked like a parlor, and the other was a huge library. Harry decided on the library. Harry had a love of book and he was sure that Dumbledore had books, scrolls, and ancient manuscript that even he didn't possess. Now that he thought about it, there was no need to empty Dumbledore's library. He only wanted books that he didn't have, as for the rest they could burn for all he cared.

" Dobby?"

With a soft pop Dobby appeared in front of him jumping up and down, " You is needing something master?"

" Yes Dobby, I'm going on a mission. The place I'm going too has a large library. However, there is no need to bring back books, which I already have a copy off. Would it be possible for you to bring the Potter library master index book, and compare our book listing with the books, scrolls, and manuscript contained in the other library?"

Dobby thought about it and snapped his fingers and replied, " I is know how to do this master. Dobby simply put glow charm on books we is not have. Can Winky assist Dobby master? Time be much less with Winky help."

" Sure thing Dobby, but you'll have to wait until I call for you. Probably many wards need to be taken down before you can join me. Before I forget, when I call, you must think the word Errigal. It's the only way to get past the modified fidelius. " Harry had no clue what an Errigal was, but he knew it was important.

He just hoped that he had the right password or he might find himself in Antarctica, or worse yet five thousand feet in the Indian Ocean. Harry flicked his wand from its holster, and put his invisibility cloak on. Harry concentrated on the image of the library until he had complete definition and thinking about the word Errigal he apparated to Dumbledore manor.

Harry suddenly found himself in a library. He quickly brought his aura reading abilities to bear and scanned the entire room. As expected there were quite a few wards interlinked with each other. Harry looked up and found an enchanted ceiling. It was almost dark, and Harry could see lighting streak across the sky. It gave the whole place and eerie feeling. Harry found several moving pictures and cast Immobilus-Tempest. All of the pictures were immobilized. Last thing he needed was for one of his blasted ancestors to alert Dumbledore.

Harry pulled out a map and took out his cell phone. He wanted a GPS reading to find out where he was in England. His phone beeped and Harry read the coordinates. He pulled out his Atlas map of England and triangulated the coordinates. Damn he thought, according to these coordinates, he was in Northern Ireland on Aran Island. Looking slightly to the northeast, he spotted a mountain named Errigal.

Harry starred at the map gob smacked until realization damn on him. That evil bastard he thought. All along, he could have put his parents under a different fidelius, which didn't rely on people. The hate he felt towards Dumbledore was beyond imagining. The only downside to this modification he realized was that if a person was alone and died, the fidelius being tied to such a large object would go down once the object was destroyed. In the case of a mountain, well the chances of finding the place was next to none. He had used a dark fidelius, which allowed the caster to become his own secret keeper. It might be worthwhile to cast this from of the fidelius charm on his property also. This form of the fidelius would be a nice back up to the ones he already put on his estate. This way if he accidentally died, his estate and family would still be protected.

Harry was about to start working when he felt himself frozen. What the fuck is going on he thought. Suddenly he heard a small cackling laugh and was rewarded by the presence of an elf. Harry looked at his right hand and was able to identify the elf's curse as a high power-petrifying curse. Not panicking, Harry brought out his body magic and with concentration tried removing the offending block. It was useless he thought, without his wand he couldn't remove the petrifying spell. He should have activated a perimeter alarm charm. Harry was pissed at himself for being so careless. Harry could feel Anubis moving up to his shoulders. With a sneer on his face, he waited to see what would happen.

The elf walked around to get a good look at the intruder. All he could make out were the two glowing green eyes deep inside a hood. The elf tried several revealing charm but came up empty. The elf finally said, " What is you doing in my master's home? Master will be most pleased to find intruder in home. Master be missing special ingredients for potions. Master likes to play. I go and tell master now."

Harry could let the little bugger ruin his plans. Harry bellowed, " Wait! Why can't we talk a little? I want to know about you. I would like to know your name. Are you the only elf in this manor? How does Dumbledore treat you?"

The elf gave Harry a weird look as if to say, why is wizard talking to me, but answered him, " My names be Grindewald. My master be real mad if find intruder in home. I go now and bring master back."

" Wait! I would like to speak to the senior elf."

To his surprise, the little elf became quite agitated. In an enraged voice the elf said, " Grindewald is only elf needed for Dumbee manor. I be only protector."

Seeing as the elf didn't seem to be all there. He knew just how to get out of this situation. Harry knew he was taking a big risk. Elves were capable of doing powerful and destructive magic when angered. He sent a telepathic message to Anubis an in a mocking voice replied, " I'm sorry, but you don't look much like a protector. In fact, I get the feeling you can't do much period."

The elf lost his composure and with a feral look on his face, marched right up to him. He raised his left hand towards his face and pointed a glowing finger between his eyes and hissed, " Perhaps is time Grindewald teach little wizard a lesson in magic's."

The elf flicked his eyes inside the hood and spotted two glowing sapphire eyes. The elf immediately brought his right hand up, but it was too late. Anubis struck with lighting speed and bit the elf on his eyeball, and scalp. The eye popped like a balloon, spraying eye goop everywhere. Within seconds, the elf dropped to the ground trashing. Harry could see the color of his skin changing. With one last breath, the elf arched his back with his hands clutching his face. The elf was as dry as a mummy. The moment the elf died, his petrifying spell dissipated.

Harry hissed, sss " Thank you great one. I'll make sure to get you a large box of your favorite treats." sss

Anubis replied, sss " It was my pleasure master. His magic tasted sweet. If we find more can I have them?" sss

Harry hissed back, sss " If we find more, they are yours great one. " sss Harry was reminded of a quote, 'Somewhere out there is the beast and he's hungry tonight'. He thought the quote to be quite fitting where Anubis was concerned.

Why did the old goat name his elf Grindewald? Probably made him feel superior every time he saw the elf he thought. Harry looked down at the elf, and banished his remains outside. No sense having his house elves freak out.

Harry looked at his watch, and got right down to business. He started casting every curse, ward, and jinx-revealing spell from his arsenal. To his surprise, the place had very little traps or nasty curses. The old fool probably thought that his form of the fidelius was all he needed for protection. There was a definite lesson to be learned about overconfidence in anything. Harry was using his magical aura reading capability to its full power. He didn't want to miss anything. He ended up removing over a dozen curses and an illusion ward around the north section of the library. When he was satisfied that the library was clear he called his elves.

Through their link, Harry called Dobby and Winky. Within a minute, they were standing in front of him. Harry got down to their level and said, " All right, I've finished removing all of the curses I could think off. However, please feel free to use you brand of magic to make sure that I haven't missed anything. Now, I'm going to explore the upper floors. Use the storage trunk to transfer the books you collect. Don't wander away from the library. When I'm done up there I'll meet you back here." Both elves nodded their heads and began their work.

Harry scanned the stairway to make sure it was clear. He put on his invisibility cloak, and began making his way up the second level. The second floor had at least twelve bedrooms and a master suite as far as he could tell. There were knights, and other statues at every second door. Harry immobilized all of the paintings and was about to search the first bedroom when his scan revealed something odd about the statues and knights. Upon closer inspection, he found that they were warded and jinxed to attack anyone not keyed to the bedroom ward.

Harry got to work removing the bedroom wards and blasting the statues to smithereens. The last thing he needed was another surprise attack. Harry took out his sword and began inspecting each bedroom. The first five rooms were nothing but regular bedrooms. In one of the rooms, he found a decked up ten pin bowling area. Upon closer inspection, he found the pins had moving pictures of naked Hags on them. Harry's eyebrows nearly rose to his hairline at this revelation. Who would have thought that the great light wizard of the century had a fetish for naked hags? Harry shook his head and kept exploring the rooms.

He finally reached the master bedroom and cautiously opened it. He peeked inside and found a large canopy bed made of solid red oak. There was an adjacent bathroom and a private office. Harry went through the desk but found nothing but junk. He brought out his aura reading to bear and scanned all of the adjacent rooms but found nothing. He was about to leave the master bedroom when he happened to look at the large mirror sitting on the dresser. He noticed dark ward lines emanating behind the mirror. He pulled back the dresser with the mirror and could now clearly see the wards on the wall.

He quickly recognized the blood ward guarding the illusion ward. What ever was behind the blood ward had to be pretty valuable, and Harry wanted it. The most pressing problem at the moment was how to deal with the blood ward. He certainly didn't have any of Dumbledore's blood in his possession. The elf mentioned something about the old coot playing with his potion kit. Perhaps he could find some of his blood in his potion lab. Surely a manor such as this had to have a potions lab.

Harry looked at his watch and nearly hexed himself. What a stupid moron he was. The moment he came here he should have activated his watch to get a lay out of the place and find out where the enemy was located. Getting real sloppy he thought. He pressed the crystals and completed a full 360-degree turn. Suddenly a map appeared, which showed him the location of the potion lab. Down the dungeons we go he thought. Over half an hour later, Harry came back to the master bedroom with a small vial of blood. He sure hoped it was Dumbledore's. Who would have thought that the great light wizard of the age was using dark arts to ward his house? Harry drew a series of six runes around the ward. He then poured a drop of blood on each rune and waited. He wasn't disappointed. The runes glowed an eerie blue, then red and finally black. The last of the runes disappeared and the ward came down. Harry removed the illusion charm and noticed a muggle type safe. Harry made quick work of the safes door and what came next would stay burned in his mind for a very long time. Before him lay two Philosopher's stones. Both stones were lying on top of old tomes and diaries.

Harry just stared at the stones and kept opening and closing his mouth. One of the stone's he immediately recognized from his first year trial. The second stone was slightly bigger and almost had the shape of a heart. Behind that was another book which looked ancient. Again, Harry was shocked. Here was a copy of the book of Azuli and the Halls of Ma' Ati also known at the book of the dead. There were a few other books, which seemed interesting. Harry looked back at the Philosopher's stone and couldn't help feeling sorrow for the great Alchemist Nicholas Flamel. I'll bet he never thought that his so-called friend would double cross him and lead him to his death. Harry remembered reading the article in the Daily Prophet on the life and times of Nicholas Flamel. The Flamel's had passed away and the editorial had been a tribute to the famous wizard.

Harry couldn't figure out why there was a second stone. He hoped the tomes and diaries held some sort of explanation. There was an obvious reason why Dumbledore wanted the stone. He couldn't help remembering another of the headmaster's favorite quote, ' Death is but the next great adventure.' It sure looks like the headmaster fears death like everyone else. Another bullshit quote from the master puppeteer he thought. Not wasting anymore time, Harry cleaned out the safe and went downstairs to see how Dobby and Winky were doing.

Harry went back to the library and spotted Dobby, " Dobby! How is the collection coming along?"

Dobby looked up from the storage trunk with his big tennis ball eyes and replied, " Dobby and Winky be done in five minutes master."

Harry nodded and went inside the storage trunk. He went into the fourth chamber and put the stones and the books in the safe. He warded it and went into the fifth compartment to pick up his magical bombs. He came out of the trunk just as Winky was coming with the last load of books. When she was done, Harry sealed and reduced the trunk. He secured the pocket book size trunk inside his battle robe and told his to elves to get back to Potter manor. When they were gone, Harry went upstairs and placed one of his bombs with a twenty-minute delay. Harry went in every room and conjured propane fog. He made his way back to the library and planted another naquadah bomb there. He then conjured propane fog throughout the first floor. When he was done he apparated within a kilometer of the manor and waited.

Harry looked at his watch and dropped flat on the ground and covered his ears. Suddenly, he heard and felt the tremendous explosion, which shook the grounds and caused a pressure wave that sent debris flying overhead. Harry waited a minute before getting back on his feet and noticed for the second time a massive column of swirling electric blue fire. As before the blue fire consumed everything it touched. The foundation of the Manor was also turned into slag. Harry took his wand and looking above where the manor once stood he hissed, " Ahak-Nakeb." A large scorpion appeared above the manor with its stinger moving back and forth.

With a malicious glint in his eyes Harry whispered, " Reap the world winds mother fucker. This is for all the people you fucked over Dumbledore. Today I took your prestige and your home. Soon, I'll take your life. Let's see how you handle this loss." With that Harry apparated back to Potter castle.

Meanwhile back at the ministry of magic, Dumbledore was still seething in rage. He had those bastards in his pocket, how dare they turn on him after everything he did for them. It was time to take the kid gloves off and show them the error of their ways. This was a major blow to his plans. It had taken decades to nurture and put into place people who would do his bidding. He was putting one of the last items in his trunk, when he felt a tremendous cold down his spine. The second thing he felt was a weight lifting from his magical core. The color on his face suddenly drained, as he recognized the implication of the signs. How can this be he thought, its impossible. He dropped what he was doing and ran to the nearest apparition point. Within minutes, he had apparated to his home outside the now non-existent wards.

Dumbledore couldn't believe what was happening. The Dumbledore ancestral manor was nothing more than a slagheap. He looked up in the sky and noticed a large scorpion. Looking at the blasted scorpion, he lost control of his aura and with pure venom cast Relegatio. A pale blue light shot from his wand and struck the scorpion. The lights intertwined until both were gone from the night sky.

The realization of what it meant to loose his home suddenly hit him like a battering ram to the head. He didn't really care about the money. The books he had a copy of most of them stashed in his Gringotts vault. The biggest losses were the stones. He needed the stones to create a new body. The biggest question he had was HOW? How had that dark bastard learned where his home was located? He kept that information behind his strongest Occlumency shields. He had never felt so frustrated. Nothing was adding up, and his enemy had him in the cross hairs. Was this his retribution for the death of those insignificant brats? He had to get a grip on himself. Merlin be praised, he still had other properties where he could relocate. You don't live to be 154 years old and not acquire assets. He needed to pull back and analyze the situation.

He came very close today to just chuck the headmaster position and tell the ministry to kiss his ass. The only thing that kept him was the fact that he needed the school resources for his long term plans. Through the school, he was able to get the rare ingredients he needed for his research. Loosing the stones had set him back at least a decade if not two. He had enough elixir stashed in his vault to see him through though. He had been so close to success in making the third stone. If he ever found who this Scorpion Sorcerer was, he was going to make him eat his own intestines. With that thought in mind he apparated back to the ministry of magic.

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November 15, 9:30 pm Potter Castle

Harry apparated back to his library, and took out the storage trunk. He called his other two elves Dez and Rico.

Both elves showed up arguing over the results of some mineral scan. Dez looked up at Harry and said, " What is you need Mater Harry Potter sir?"

" I have some books in the storage trunk that need to be cataloged in the master index book, and put away in the library. We should have enough shelves for these, but if not then please expand the library as you see fit."

Dez and Rico bowed, and with gusto got to their new assignment. Harry went down in the trunk and picked up the diaries, tomes and the stones and apparated to the master bedroom. He went to his desk and opened the left lower door, which contained a safe. He stowed the books and stones there, and put several wards on the safe.

With all of the new information Tiamat had given him, and the discovery on the Philosopher stones, and the fact that he needed to build a staff, record his new knowledge and get prepared to meet all of the other magical races essentially spelled flux time. His next meeting was on November 20 with the Vampire clans. Four months in fluxtime should be enough. This would also give him a chance to further train his second batch of recruits. Harry could hear the family gathering downstairs, so he put away his battle robes, showered, and dressed smartly. Making sure he looked his best, he made his way downstairs to celebrate their victory.

Harry spent the rest of the night celebrating with his family and troops. He told his immediate family that the raid on Dumbledore manor had been a success. Two blows in one day for our dear headmaster. Michael was ecstatic. Xiana, and the other girls spent the night discussing the paper, the twins, and room decoration. Harry was able to find Remus alone, and told him about all of the new books, which now belonged to Potter library.

He also explained that he had found the Philosopher's stone in Dumbledore manor. Remus was flabbergasted, never had he expected such a discovery. Harry asked Remus to help him research what Dumbledore had been up too, and why there now two stones.

Harry also told Remus and Xiana that he needed to go into fluxtime to research, build, and train. Remus let him know that he and Tonk's had been thinking about doing more training. After a short strategy meeting, Harry decided to pull all of his inventions team into fluxtime to finish off their projects. Xiana wasn't too keen on him going but she understood the need for it.

Towards the end of the evening, Harry cornered Neville and Luna and told them about going into fluxtime to work on his project and prepare protocols for when they met the Vampires. They both agreed, they weren't going back to Hogwarts anyway. They had more pressing things to be done then worrying about Dumbledore spiking their food.

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November 15, 11:30 pm Diagon Alley

Three figures were slowly making their way to Ollivander shop under a disillusion charm. The leader also known as Wormtail was a portly, balding man with bad breath and teeth. He was always jittery and seemed to speak in a squeaky voice. Tonight however, he seemed to be even more nervous. He stopped across from Ollivander and asked his colleagues to check for wards. Sure enough, there were a series of wards protecting the old establishment.

They whispered among themselves going over the type of wards that were erected. After reviewing the list, Wormtail pulled out a series of spells he had looked up in his master's library and picked up the ones he thought were the best for the job. Wormtail was known for his escaping talents, and information gathering. His talent in blending was tops. His rat form gave him tremendous advantages. However, Wormtail had never been known for his extensive magical knowledge. He tended to miss the finer details when it counted. This night of all night was no different.

The trio managed to disable the wards, but none of them thought to scan a second time once they had breached the front doors. Wormtail was the first one to cross the door threshold. He scanned the area making sure that there was no one present. He cast an illusion ward to make sure no one could see them from the bay window. He motioned for his escort to follow him.

Ollivander had always been a light sleeper. It just so happened that he had finished modifying the family trade book, about an hour ago and had simply crashed in his cot. The stinging on his left arm suddenly awakened him. Someone was in his shop. He cast a disillusion charm on himself and felt the cold feeling sweeping on his body. He then cast a silence charm and carefully made his way downstairs. He was now in his workshop and slowly made his way to the storage area. He was almost there when he heard three voices whispering. Ollivander flattened himself against the wall and waited to see who was invading his shop. It didn't take long for him to spot the Death Eater mask on their faces. They had expanded a trunk and were starting to load wands.

Ollivander calculated his odds and figured he couldn't take on all three. He didn't know if they were new recruits or inner circle members. What was important now was to salvage his mahogany cabinet. This is where he kept his most powerful wands. The strategy was to sow chaos in their ranks. With that thought he picked his the furthest target closest to the door. This way they might think that the attack was coming from the street. He whispered, "Aquilo-Bipennifer". Not expecting an attack from behind, the Death Eater was decapitated on the spot. The body was cut in half, with the intestines and liver falling to the floor. Blood was gushing everywhere. The result was not as he expected. He took out his portkey ring, and ran for it.

Wormtail was the first one to spot him. He was still shaking horribly when he fired his Avada-Kadavra, which barely missed Ollivander. Wormtail cried, " Get him before he escapes fools." They both took different side of the shop In the hopes of cornering Ollivander.

Ollivander ran to the back of his shop and quickly removed the ward around his cabinet. He touched a rune, which glowed yellow, and the cabinet was portkeyed to a secure location. He then activated his portkey ring and vanished just in time as two Avada-Kadavra slammed into the wall where Ollivander had been standing.

Wormtail who was now very agitated, told his partner to get back to the trunk and load as many wands as possible. Wormtail looked at his watch and confirmed that they had only ten minutes.

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November 16, 00:30 am Potter Castle

Harry was in the master bedroom getting ready for bed when his cell phone rang. He picked it up and found himself speaking to Akima. Harry said, " Is he safe?" More talking and finally he said, " All right, I'll see him tomorrow. Take care"

He hung the phone and put it on the table. Xiana noticed his frown and said, " What is it love?"

Harry turned around and replied, " Ollivander's was attacked tonight. He barely escaped with his life. Three Death Eaters raided his shop. It would seem that Voldemort is getting ready to make a move. Why would he need wands except to arm a whole lot of people who don't have one? I swear, if I meet Fudge on the battlefield, he's toast. "

Xiana rubbed circles on his back, and she could hear a sigh from him. Harry stripped naked and found his wife under the covers. They kissed and held each other tight. They both fell into a blissful sleep their love for each other keeping the worlds demons away.