Hey! What's up? I have been writing nonstop and i am really excited by it. And, next Thursday is my last day of school, which means i will be able to write a lot more soon. Other than that, nothing's new with me... Except finals. Sadly, those still exist.

So this chapter is extremely different from any of the others. I hit a little bit of a writer's block when i got to this chapter and didn't know how to continue. Then, i had this idea and it became better than i thought it would be. Anyways, i hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: Everything here that was mentioned in a published book with the title starting with "Harry Potter and the-" is not mine. Everything else is mine.

Recap: I am only recapping the parts that are a part of this chapter. Violet Turing is new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. She was formerly an auror, but as to why she is now a professor, no one knows. Her boss, and the boss of all the aurors, is Mr. Potter, father of James. She is also kinda awesome.


Violet Turning sat in an office far from Hogwarts. She sat at a table, across from two men.

One man was older and more formally dressed. His hair was greying and thinning, and his eyes were steely and cold. He sat formally, staring straight at Miss Turing, and not bothering with any formalities.

The other man was younger, though still much older than Turing. He had jet-black hair and hazel eyes, with a small spark of humour in them. He was less formally dressed, with a plain white button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and black pants.

It was two o' clock in the morning, and Professor Turing had been called from Hogwarts at such an ungodly hour because…

Well, she wasn't quite sure.

"Would you gentlemen like to tell me why I was told to come here when I don't even work here anymore?" she asked, her voice sharp.

"We need you," the older man said.

"He needs you," the other man corrected. "I didn't want to tear you away from Hogwarts for this, but he did."

Turing looked at the man and smiled kindly and nodded to him. "Thank you, Mr. Potter."

"It was for good reason," the older man defended.

"It better be," Turing said, her voice almost threatening.

"We have heard rumours… of an attack," the man told her.

There was silence. Turing's blue-green eyes met his grey ones and they stared at each other for a long moment. Mr. Potter sat off to the side awkwardly, not looking at either of them.

"An attack," Turing said slowly. "As in…?"

"The rebels," the man answered.

"You mean the Death Eaters?" Turing said.

Suddenly, the man slammed his hand down on the table and yelled, "DON'T CALL THEM THAT!"

Mr. Potter had jumped about a foot in the air and his heart was racing. But Violet Turing had sat completely still during the man's outburst, just staring at him with a cold glare.

"Don't yell at me," she said in the most calmly threatening voice Mr. Potter had ever heard. His eyes shifted back and forth between the other two, their glares locked in on each other's.

After a few moments, the man's face relaxed and he sighed. "You're right," he said, not meeting her eyes. "I'm sorry. But they are getting more and more attention every day. And with that ridiculous name, people are becoming more and more frightened."

"Maybe they should be."

"Of course they should be!" he said, annoyed. "But it's our job to protect them, so that they don't have to fear!"

"Well, you can't stop the spread of a name in hopes of stopping the spread of the cause."

"I suppose not," he said softly, still not looking at her.

"So, Minister," Turing asked, her voice slightly kinder, "what is the attack?"

"Well," Mr. Potter said, leaning forward, "it's apparently taking place at Minchum Manor on the twenty-first."

Turing's eyes narrowed and flicked back to the Minister. "You are unbelievable."

"What?" he asked.

"They are attacking your manor?!" she said, verging on yelling.

"Why's that of any importance?" he said, frustrated.

"Just because you're afraid they'll mess up a few of your things, you want the entire auror team present?! You wouldn't give a damn if it was the Potter Manor!" She gestured to Mr. Potter.

He put his hands up defensively, laughing nervously and saying, "Now, hey, look. I don't want to be a part of this argument. Don't bring me into it!"

"You only care because it's your house," she continued, as if Mr. Potter had not spoken. "It's not even my job anymore."

"It's not the entire auror team," the Minister defended. "Just the best ones."

"Not me," Turing said. "Sorry, Minister."

"You have to. Just because it's not your job, doesn't mean you don't have to do it. I am still of higher authority to you. Besides it's for your country."

"It's for you! Besides, that's a Wednesday night! My current job requires those nights!"

"Please." It was Mr. Potter who had spoken. He had said it gently, so quietly, so earnestly, that it stopped the yelling match in its tracks. Minister Minchum and Professor Turing both turned to look at him.

Turing sighed. "Very well. I'll do it. But," she said the word so harshly that Mr. Potter and the Minister both jumped. She glared at the Minister and said, "not for you. For your wife. And your daughter."

The Minister nodded. "Thank you, Miss Turing. Your help with this matter is greatly appreciated."

"May I leave now?" she asked, standing up.

The older man sighed. "I suppose. We will keep you—"

He was interrupted by a pop. Professor Turing had apparated away.

The Minister sighed. "Updated," he finished.

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Professor Turing was kept updated through letters, frequently arriving to her office. They went on and on about details of the attack that they actually knew—which was not a lot. Usually it was just repeated information that she could not care less about, but that's the way it was.

She rarely responded to any letters, especially not from Minister Minchum.

She hated the Minister for Magic. He was very loved throughout most of Wizarding England, but those on the inside saw through him. He rarely helped any of the problems that needed attention and only did something when his image was on the line. When Ministry officials brought their concerns to the Daily Prophet—or any media, for that matter—they would mysteriously lose their jobs, and their story would never be published.

However, there were five aurors that treated him in the way they—and everyone, really—saw fit. They were not afraid of him. Why? Because they were the best aurors there was, and they couldn't afford to lose them. They were certain that they had been obliviated a few times, but they knew they would never lose their jobs, and they used that how they wanted.

On the seventeenth of October, the Saturday before the attack, Turing was forced to go back to the Ministry for a meeting with all the aurors involved, the Minister, and Mr. Potter.

When Violet Turing had been a full time auror and not just helping out on the side, she had been on the "Dream Team." It consisted of five aurors, including Turing, who did the job of thirty. And when Turing stepped into the meeting room on Saturday, her face broke into the biggest grin she had ever worn.

In the room sat four men, all about the same age as Turing, and all of whose faces brightened as much as hers when they caught sight of her.

Alex, Tucker, Oliver, and Scott were Violet Turing's closest friends, and to see them again, after months, made her happier than Albus Dumbledore with a new pair of socks.

Alex was the largest, almost seven feet tall with dark skin rippling over gigantic muscles. He was a giant. And yet, despite his terrifying features, he was a teddy bear at heart.

Tucker was shorter, with ginger hair and an orange scruff. He was the most vocal of the group, more so than Turing. He said it was because he was Scottish.

Oliver had darker hair and a kinder attitude, but he had the most powerful spells and could do anything with a wand.

Scott had dark hair and hated almost everyone he met, though he was quiet about it. Yet he loved the others on the Dream Team more than anyone else.

And Violet Turing? She was often compared to the mom of the group. She kept them from killing each other, she solved their arguments, she teased them, she loved and hated them at the same time, and she put them before herself.

Alex jumped up and hugged her, squeezing her until she couldn't breathe and she had to struggle for him to release her.

"Turing!" he greeted happily. "Man, we've been a wreck without you! We need you back!"

"You know I can't do that," she said, as she hugged each man in turn.

"Yeah, but you could at least visit," Scott said.

"And how would I do that? You're always working!" she exclaimed. "And usually out of town."

"Yeah, yeah!" Tucker said, waving his hand at her. "Excuses, excuses."

"She does have a job, guys," Oliver defended.

"Thank you! At least someone has some sense!" Violet gestured to Oliver.

Suddenly, the door opened and Mr. Potter and Mr. Minchum walked in.

"Please, take a seat," Mr. Potter said pleasantly, gesturing to the seats. The Dream Team sat around the table, a chair in between Turing and the Minister.

"Let's cut to the chase," Turing said. "I'd like to be back at Hogwarts by nine tonight."

"Of course," Mr. Potter said, smiling at her impatience. "We are going with usual setup. Alex will take the outside of the Manor. Violet and Tucker will take the first floor. Oliver will take the second floor. Scott has the third."

Mr. Minchum laid out a floor plan of the Manor on the table. "My family will be staying at one of our vacation homes. I won't say which one for safety reasons, but we should be safe."

"Yeah, 'cos that's what we really care about," Tucker said.

"Well," Mr. Minchum said, uncomfortably, "the only places at the Manor that they could—"

"We don't need this," Turing said.

"Yeah," Scott said, "we've done this a thousand times. We don't need your input."

Mr. Minchum bit his tongue and forced himself not to say anything.

"Arrive at two," Mr. Potter said. "No later."

"'Miss Hogwarts' might have some difficulty with that call time," Tucker said.

"I'll be there," Turing snapped.

"Anyway," Mr. Potter said, his voice somewhat annoyed, "you will stay all night, if need be. You are on call all next week, in case they know."

"On call?" Turing asked.

"Problem with that?" Tucker asked.

Turing huffed. "No," she said, her teeth gritted.

"Well, then," Mr. Potter said, "are there any questions?"

"No." The word chorused from the five aurors.

Mr. Potter sighed. "Yeah, I thought not. You're dismissed."

"That's it?" The Minister asked, unbelieving.

"What more do you want?" Alex asked.

"Don't you need more direction?"

"No," it was Mr. Potter that answered. "Not really. That's all they need."

"We're actually good at what we do," Oliver said.

"That would be why we have jobs here," Scott said.

"That's the only reason," the Minister grumbled.

Mr. Potter and Mr. Minchum left, leaving the Dream Team in the room.

"Well, good to have the team back together," Alex said.

"Yeah, even if it's only for one night," Oliver said, sadly.

"I'm sorry," Turing said, softly.

"For what?" Tucker asked. "Abandoning us? Or not saying goodbye?"

"You know I had to leave! And I couldn't say goodbye!" Her voice dropped and she didn't look at any of them as she said, "How could I say goodbye to my family?"

The boys looked at her, feeling guilty. "We know it was hard for you," Oliver said.

"It's just not the same without you," Scott said.

"We had no one to fix our mistakes," Alex said.

"And I'm sure you made a lot," Turing said.

"Just keep in touch more, okay, Vi?" Tucker said.

"Of course," she said, smiling. "I'll try anyway."

They went to the Leaky Cauldron and drank until nine, when Professor Turing went back to Hogwarts.

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On Wednesday night, they all reported to the Manor. The five of them split up, sweeping through the Manor to make sure everything was the way it should be.

The first floor was the largest and the only one with two people, Turing and Tucker spent most of the night roaming through the corridors and messing up as much of the house as they could. They had a few good laughs at the Minister's expense.

At the top of every hour, they all met and made sure everyone and everything was okay.

Around two in the morning, Turing laid down on the couch and closed her eyes. Tucker leaned against the wall opposite from her.

"Why'd you say yes?" he asked.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. "What?"

"Why'd you take the job? We had a great thing going, the five of us. We were good and we did good," he said.

She sighed. "It was the next step. I'll come back one day."

"Yeah, but when is that day? When one of us is dead and you feel guilty for not being there to help?"

"Don't say that!" she said, sitting up to look at him with wide eyes.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because it's a horrible thing to say!"

"Because you know it could happen?"

She sat there, staring at him. "I'm sorry," she said, earnestly. "I really am. I miss this, I do. And I will come back. When I can."

He walked over to her and crouched down in front of her in front of the couch, so that he was lower than her. "I wish I could believe that."

"I mean it!"

"I know you do," he said, sadly. "But things are changing. If you ever come back, it won't be the same."

"'If?'" she repeated. "What do you mean 'if?'"

He opened his mouth, but all of a sudden, they heard a crash from upstairs.

Violet and Scott looked at each other and jumped up, wands in hands. They ran to the stairs and listened. When they didn't hear anything, they slowly started to make their way up until they got to the second floor. They turned the corner and slowly moved down the hall.

They kept as quiet as possible, but as they got to the middle of the hall, a figure jumped out of a door to their right. They jumped, but each had their wands pointed at the stranger, who had his pointed at them.

"Lumos," Tucker said. His wand lit at the end to reveal the face of Oliver. "Blimey, what hell, Oli?" Tucker said, annoyed, as he and Violet lowered their wands.

Oliver also lowered his wand, saying, "Sorry. Minister left his stupid cat here, it was sleeping so I didn't notice it until it decided to jump at me. I stunned it."

"Well, good thing you didn't make a lot of noise and scare us," Tucker said, sarcastically.

"Aw," Oliver said, his hand over his heart, "you do care!"

They heard someone coming down the stairs and were not surprised to see Scott coming down. He squinted at the light still radiating from Tucker's wand as he approached, his own wand in his hand. "What's going on?" he asked. "I heard a crash and then voices."

"Just a cat getting the best of Oli," Violet said. "We should get back to our stations."

"Should we?" Scott asked. "I mean, nothing's happened all night! And not all of us have people to snog. We're just on our own."

Violet blushed, though it couldn't be seen in the light. "We were not snogging, thank you very much! And just because something hasn't happened, doesn't mean it won't."

"Alright, alright!" Scott said, turning around. "Sheesh woman! You're relentless."

Violet turned and started to go downstairs, grabbing Tucker's arm and dragging him along. He put out his wand and they went downstairs.

The rest of the night followed the same routine. Violet and Tucker roamed through the corridors and messed up as much of the house as they could.

At the top of every hour, everyone met and made sure that everyone and everything was okay.

And it always was. Nothing happened that night.

And in the morning, five aurors walked out of Minchum Manor, exhausted and not in the best of moods. But, other than a few cat scratches, completely unharmed.

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Professor Turing was visibly tired for the next few days, but teaching on Thursday was the worst for her. She made most of her classes just write essays.

On Friday, however, her class was interrupted by Professor McGonagall running in.

"You are needed right away in Professor Dumbledore's office," she said, hurriedly.

Professor Turing's heart dropped to her stomach and her blood ran cold. She nodded, flicking her wand. A few papers flew into Professor McGonagall's hands.

"These are my notes for this class and the next one. If you could find a way to teach them, please," Professor Turing said. "I owe you one, Minerva."

Without waiting for a response, Professor Turing ran out of the classroom. She ran through the halls until she reached the Headmaster's office. She used her wand to change into more practical clothes, said the password, and ascended the staircase into the office.

As soon as she got through the door, Dumbledore was saying, "The wards are down at the Manor. You can Apparate in through Hogsmeade. Take the floo." He was holding a pot with floo powder and standing by the fireplace.

She hurried over, grabbed a handful of powder and stepped into the fireplace. "Where—?"

"The Three Broomsticks. Hurry!" he said.

Professor Turing threw the powder down and said, "The Three Broomsticks!"

The entire world spun around her. She saw houses and offices fly past. She felt sick instantly—she hated traveling by floo. But eventually it stopped and she was thrown to the dusty floor in a small back room in The Three Broomsticks.

She picked herself up. No one was around, but she heard footsteps and voices drawing nearer. Without hesitating, she Apparated away, to Minchum Manor.

The world she entered was far different from the one she left. She had landed in front of the Manor, looking up at the building.

She saw a fire on the third level and could see the lights of spells through the windows. She heard yelling and the creaking of the house as it came closer to collapsing. She could smell the smoke in the air.

Adrenaline was like fire in her blood as she ran inside, her wand drawn. As soon as she entered, she saw Tucker dueling two Death Eaters. She stunned one as she ran in, but as she tried to get to the other, another Death Eater cast a spell at her.

As she and the new wizard threw hexes at each other, Tucker greeted her with, "About time you showed up."

"I was a little—Expelliarmus!—preoccupied," she said. "I do have—Stupify!—a job, remember?"

Both enemies went down at about the same time. But more came.

The third floor collapsed about fifteen minutes after Violet had arrived, also collapsing a section of the second and first floor. But most of the Manor was still standing. And they kept fighting.

Usually, each wizard was fighting at least two Death Eaters. And they kept coming. One thing Violet realized was that there were a lot more Death Eaters than they had thought.

After forty-five minutes, the second level started to collapse into the first.

"We have to get out of here!" Violet yelled to Tucker, both fighting off Death Eaters.

"What about the others?" he yelled back.

"They'll be fine!" Violet yelled.

"What?!" he screeched, turning to look at her.

At that exact moment, one of the Death Eater hit him with a curse. He fell to the ground. Unconscious or dead, Violet didn't know, but she cried out in pain at seeing him fall.

In a sudden burst of adrenaline, she knocked out both Death Eaters she was fighting and turned to the one that had just possibly killed one of her best friends.

She raised her wand and said, in a horribly terrifying and deadly whisper, "Crucio."

The Death Eater let out a horrible cry of pain. He fell to the ground, writhing and screeching. He threw himself over the floor in immense pain. Then, Violet threw her wand up and the man was launched in the air, screeching again. He cried out, trying to formulate words, but they just came out as more screeches.

Finally, Violet lifted her wand and the curse.

The mask was off, and the man looked up at Violet. He had sweat pouring off his face and a dead look in his eye. He opened his mouth to say something, but slipped into unconsciousness before he could. Violet remembered his face.

Violet immediately picked up Tucker and hauled him, as best her could, out the door and onto the lawn. Alex and Scott were already outside, fighting off the Death Eaters who had made it outside.

Violet crouched down next to Tucker. She put her fingers on his neck and almost died of relief when she felt a pulse.

She slapped his cheek gently. "Tucker," she said harshly. "Wake the hell up!"

It took one more slap before his eyes opened wide and he looked around wildly. "Am I dead?"

"Far from it," Violet said. "Get up. There are still more Death Eaters."

But, as they got up, they were surprised to find that there actually weren't. Most of the masked men had retreated, taking all of their fallen soldiers with them. There were few left. Mostly unconscious or providing a distraction on the front lawn.

Then, what was left of the Manor, collapsed. Violet looked around frantically for Oliver—he had not been outside when she had come out—but was relieved to see him not far from her, watching the collapse.

Violet, Tucker, Alex, Scott, and Oliver stood together, the last of the Death Eaters either unconscious or gone. They had done it.

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"What a disgrace!"

They sat back in the meeting room—the Dream Team, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Minchum.

"I can't hide this from the media! You were supposed to stop the attack, not let them burn down my home and capture a few rebels!" Mr. Minchum was the one who spoke.

"And yet we were more effective than most of your aurors," Alex said.

"And to be fair," Oliver chimed in, "most of them were dead or unconscious. It's not our fault a few managed to get all the bodies."

Mr. Potter laid out a set of photographs. They were mugshots, about twenty. "These are all the Death Eaters we have in custody."

Violet scrutinized each photo, but the man that had almost killed Tucker was not one of them. She would find him.

"I can't believe you are revered as aurors!" Mr. Minchum went on. "I mean, next time I'll just burn my house down on my own! It will save both parties the trouble!"

"As much as I hate to admit it," Scott said, "the important thing is that you are alive."

"And your family," Alex said.

This shut the Minister up. He fixed his robes slightly and cleared his throat. "Yes, well, that had nothing to do with you. I was away from the Manor all week. I would have been safe either way."

"Then be happy we got you twenty Death Eaters!" Tucker said, speaking for the first time this meeting. "That's more than you had two days ago. And they will probably lead to other Death Eaters!"

"Stop calling them that!" Mr. Minchum said irritably. "Either way, I can't hide this from the media. What will the people think?"

"They will fear," Violet said, monotone. "As they should. But they will also have hope. Because they will know that there are wizards out there defending them."

"But don't use our names," Alex said, the others nodding in agreement.

"Fine," Mr. Minchum said through gritted teeth. "But you will never be asked to work for me again!"

The Dream Team looked at each other and said, in unison, "Good."


So, i really hope you enjoyed reading that. Please tell me what you thought of it and follow and favourite! The next chapter is called "Reconciliation." It should be coming out this weekend, so keep an eye out for that!

I love you all so much. Stay safe and happy! See ya next time!

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