Previously: "guys incoming Death Eater."
"Immobulus."
"Expelliarmus."
"Impedimenta."
"Petrificus Totalus."
"Well guys it could have been worse."
"Of course Harry. It just got worse. Hahahaha." Said a maniacal voice well known to Harry. It had haunted his dreams for the past year or so.
"Bellatrix. Incarcerous!"
"Missed me. Hahahaha."
"Bellatrix, leave this place. Before I step in to this battle." Said a deep voice. With a loud pop Bellatrix was gone. "You did very…"
"Levicorpus."
"Henry, I told you…"
"No worries Jack, Libracorpus."
"How can you do that?"
"What you thought there were only wizards in England?"
"No, but…"
"Mione, you're supposed to be the smart one. Ron figured this out before you."
"You did Ron."
"Yeah."
"Well I guess it was a stupid question."
"Henry, you and huh?'
"How about we talk about this safely on the ground. Preferably in a building. You never know with Death Eaters."
"We're not going anywhere without some answers." Harry said forcefully.
"Well you're not going to get any up here so have fun."
"Harry just bend a little. If it is a trap, the odds are in our favor.
Harry just mumbled, "Fine." And they then followed Fargo. When they finally got to the first floor, Harry was already bursting with questions.
"Harry," Hermione whispered, "The guy they call Henry, does he remind you of Kingsley?"
"Kind of. Their voices are a lot alike."
"Here I will answer any of your questions."
"Well Henry, I have one. What the hell is going on here?"
"Well Carter it all started 16 years ago." At this Harry, Hermione, and Ron's heads snapped up. "You see I was part of a secret society dedicated to…"
"Taking down Lord Vol…"
"Harry."
"Fine, He Who Must Not Be Named and it was called the Order of the Phoenix. The order was lead by Albus Dumbldore."
"Yes, the name you most likely know me as is Henry Kingsley."
"I told you so guys. Sorry Mr. Kingsley I couldn't help that."
"And you are?"
"I'm Hermione Granger, the complete idiot next to me is Ronald Weasly, and…"
"I'm Harry Potter."
"The Boy Who Lived. How weird to meet you. Your parents were fine people. How is Shacklebolt?"
"He's fine."
"And Albus?"
A deathly silence settled over the room. Finally, Hermione spoke, "Mr. Kingsley, Professor Dumbledore was killed last year, just before school let out."
"Oh well, then. Now I seem to remember a Death Eater turned good, hmm what was his name?"
"Severus Snape." Harry spit out vhenamly.
"Yes, how's he doing?"
"He murdered Dumbledore."
"Well where was I?"
"You were part of the Order of the Phoenix."
"Yes as I was saying, soon after your parents were killed Harry, I found out that a few Death Eaters had fled over here. I was sent here to track them down and either kill them or send them back to the Ministry for a trial, not that anyone cared if they got a trial that was what they said to be politically correct."
"Of course." Carter murmured. "Witches have to be politically correct."
"Hey guys, so I was over at GD and I found this baby."
"Zane, what is that?"
"Zane, get your hand off that now."