Sorry for the long wait.

"NO! I'm not going back down there! That conceited prat can just stay down there and rot!"

"Harry, be reasonable!"

"Yeah mate. He's your twin brother. He must have had a good reason to show up all of a sudden like this."

"I don't care! Leave me alone"

The slam of a door was heard throughout the house. A couple minutes later two of the golden trio walked down stairs defeated.

"He is still mad at me, isn't he?" said Syn.

"Yeah he is." Replied Hermione, tiredly.

"It might be best if you go talk to him. Tell him your reason for showing up all of a sudden and all, ya know?" offered Ron.

"Hm. Perhaps." Said Syn, absently; sighing he walked to the front door.

"Wait! Where are you going?!"

"I need to go pick up my companions. I left them in my motel room."

"You have others with you?"

"Yeah, and I kinda just left without telling them so they have most likely formed a search party to find me. They are probably pissed as heck, so as I said, I need to be getting back. Tell my brother I'm sorry and I'll see him in a couple days if I can get away from most of them."

Hermione sighed. "Fine but it would probably be best if you talked to him still."

"Thanks." Syn said, smiling gratefully, before his eyes widened as he remembered something. "Oh, could you take care of this little guy until I get back. In fact, I'm sure Harry will enjoy his company." Syn handed Ron an almost pure white ferret except for the black tip on its tail, ears, and paws. "His name is Dragon." The ferret squeaked indignantly before Syn hurriedly dashed out the door and out onto the street outside, leaving an annoyed ferret, a stunned Ron, and an exasperated Hermione in his wake.

(Time skip :D)

Syn pulled his hoody tighter around him as he walked back to his motel, cold from the rain that had starting coming down sometime while he had still been in the House of Black. The crowd was growing thin as people abandoned the open streets to find suitable shelter from the icy rain that soaked everyone to the bone. Syn hoped that the small companion that he had left behind to look after his brother wasn't recognized or else he feared these people of "The Order of the Phoenix" would grow too suspicious of him and limit his movements. Molly seemed to be a decent woman but the man with the fake eye made him feel on edge, as did the tall black man. Must have been Aurors, the fake eye one in the past, and the tall man currently. He would have to tread carefully around those two. Among the others Syn had picked out of the group, he had recognized the man that gave off the aura of a werewolf, another man with long black locks and a gaunt face, as well as another man that stank of potions ingredients, all of whom had been described in detail to him from one of his sources. The old man with the half-moon glasses left him the most disturbed, though. He didn't like the look of that man. He had met men like him before and it never ended well for him. He would have that old geezer watched, that's for sure. Syn wasn't one that liked being kept in the dark and manipulated, and he most defiantly wasn't going to be this man's perfect pawn. No, he would use this man, not the other way around. Syn only had to figure out how to do so.

Syn glanced behind him, noticing that the street was almost clear behind him, and on inspection of what lie ahead of him he noticed no one there but a long, blond-haired teenager leaning against a brick wall, smoking a cigarette, unfazed by the rain. Syn snorted, amused by the young boy in front of him. It seemed that he had already been found, and by the looks of it, by the only person that could find him no matter what the circumstances were.

"Well looks like the jig is up. Plan on offering me a nice warm glass of Fire Whiskey to make up for only showing yourself after I got soaked to the bone by the rain, my little mouse?" inquired Syn grinning like a fool.

The blond youth glanced up at him nonchalantly before responding. "You talk too much, and my name is Mikal for the last time, not your 'little mouse.'"

Syn pouted. "Spoilsport." He playfully complained. "Now get me out of the rain. You know how much I hate cold water."

Mikal grinned sadistically. "I know and I was just entertaining the thought of letting you walk the rest of the way in this lovely weather."

"Don't you dare!" spate Syn, venomously, his emerald eyes glinting dangerously. Mikal gave throaty chuckle before pulling out an umbrella and handing it Syn whom immediately opened it, held it over his head, and continued his walk back to the motel, Mikal stomping out his cigarette to shadow behind him. "So how are the others? Did they come out to look for me too?"

"No. I offered to go on my own. They know by now that if you don't want to be found I'm the only one that can drag you back kicking and screaming."

"Hey! I only did that once, and only because I didn't want the others to involve themselves in something that I didn't know the outcome of."

" Those nundu would have killed you just by breathing. You have no sense of self-preservation do you?"

"Why should I? I have you, don't I?"

"I won't always be able to catch you every time you fall, Abaddon."

"Yeah, I know."

Both teens stopped at the cross walk, both having fallen into an uneasy silence, lost in their own personal thoughts. The crossing light changed, and they walked across the street with what was left of the thinned crowd, neither really looking directly at the other.

"Did the girls finish the preparations?"

"Yeah, everything is ready for you to deal with when we get back."

"Good. What about the reports from our decoys in the school, and in Riddle's forces?"

"Greyback has consented to work with us and will be giving us the information he can. The others haven't been able to make any large moves as they are too young to be called to be marked as of yet. From what they can glean from their parents though, is that Riddle plans to lay low a while to gather more allies. The sources from the ministry state that your brother has recently been accused of using underage magic, a Patronus Charm against a dementor, in a muggle area. Seems like they are making a bigger deal out of it than it is though. He is getting a full trial against the whole wizarding court."

"Seems the ministry is determined to disbelieve that Riddle has returned to power. What a load of spineless political cowards."

"Wonder what they will think of your debut then?"

"Probably will run around like a bunch of chickens with their heads cut off."

"Hm, probably. Did you get into any trouble when you went to see your brother?"

"Yeah, a couple of rogue demons decided to pick a fight with me in an alley. I took care of them and no bystanders were hurt or noticed. Bonus for me." Syn grinned.

"Not from the Inverted I hope." Mikal responded, one of his eyebrows raised.

"Unfortunately no, not this time."

The two approached a door to a dark, dank, motel, Mikal pulling out a key card, and swiping it on the updated looking handle on the door, before either walked in.

As i said before, i'm sorry i took so long to do this. Between school, my job, my family, my writer's block, and my insistant desire to scrap this whole story, I couldn't finish writing this chapter. Finally i was able to clamp down and get it done. i'm already off writing the next one, so expect to see it sooner than you saw this one (but don't hold you breath). thanks for reading, and please motivate me with either alerts, favs, or reviews even if the review is to tell me my writing sucks. (feel free to rant at me for my grammar too, as no doubt i know my friends will join in with you). now i have to get my lazy butt back to work on the next chappy. see ya! :)