Albus had found another stash of them, those purebloods, so called neutrals in the war. He laughed, he had always known they were nothing but spineless flubberworms; they simply didn't want to die. He knew them, they were all Slytherins or should have been, and would have sided with Voldemort, if they knew he would win. They had chosen not to fight, to save their own skins as well as their fortunes, and it had been allowed of them before. Not now, times changed, and any who refused to support his regime, either actively against it, or passive, would be killed. If he could not charge them, he would simply help them along to an accident.

The Puceys had always been a family who refused to take sides, Jacob Pucey and his three sons and one daughter, had all been too light for Slytherin. Jacob seemed to have seen trouble coming, and his daughter had disappeared to the safety of Beauxbautons, but no matter. It was the men of the family who concerned him.

Albus was with his men when they brought down the wards on what looked like a ruined castle in Cornwall."It seems the money we paid the spy was worth it."

Ginny who stood by him smirked. "Too bad, he had such an unfortunate accident. Who knew you could break your neck, falling out of bed drunk?"

The youngest Weasley, once the sweet little tag along of the Golden trio and over looked for her brothers, was no longer in their shadow. Ron may have been in his service as well as Hermione, but Ginny knew the true power of a woman. Getting between her legs was more dangerous then the muggle disease AIDS.

Albus tweaked her nipple."Well for saving me some coin you have your first choice of prizes in there to enjoy for a few days."

Ginny smiled as they headed for the causeway."That hound Adrian called me a slut one too many times in school. Can you believe that?"

As the Puceys and their few supporters came from the home, surely knowing since they could not apparate away they were doomed, he shook his head. She was anything but a slut; a slut used sex for pleasure, for her it was a job. Ginny had created a whole new meaning to the term sleeping your way to the top.

Albus looked at Jacob. "Surrender now, hand me over all your fortune, and you and your sons die quick deaths. And tell me where your daughter is."

Jacob laughed at him. "You really think I will let you near Adair? She is safe with her mother's people, and my sons will be soon."

The arrogance of the old bloods was more then Albus could take, he had always been the opposite of Voldemort in that. As he motioned for his men to attack, Albus hated them for they believed they were born to their place and money, even if they were near squibs. Many of them had become squibs, from years of inbreeding, why many families had veela blood, and some were lowering themselves to marry muggle, half bloods or newer bloods. The late Lady Pucey had been pure veela.

But as Albus moved towards them he suddenly felt something change, and suddenly he understood why the Puceys seemed so confident. Out of the shadows, werewolves suddenly appeared, and from both their speed and being in forming day, he knew they were powerful pureblood wolves, born.

As one after one his men were taken down by wolves Ginny called to him "We need to retreat, it was an ambush."

Albus sounded the retreat and grabbed her. "Leave the sheep to the slaughter."

Only his real men, those he could not afford to lose, were keyed through the anti apparition shields he erected, and could escape. The ten men who had come with them and who were simple soldiers and had no real power or loyalty, realized they had been abandoned. They dropped their wands, and tried to surrender, knowing they could face death either way, and for a moment they feared they did.

Then a tall figure someone realized was a high elf, not seen in the UK in generations came forward. "You have a choice, your magic or your lives."

Some of the men looked ready to say they would rather die but they all agreed. Their leaders spoke. "Our magic."

The elves had a power few other species did, they could cut people off from their magic, but it took a lot of magic, unless the person was willing. The elves were peaceful, related to veela, and used the power usually only to save people dying form a magic illness. Though in times of war, they were willing for other reason.

Jacob Pucey handed a portkey to the man. "You tell your boss this is what will happen to any man who faces us, either death or their magic cut off."

When the man vanished and the others were sent off to muggle areas, Fred came forward."The underground is ready to take you and your sons to safety."

Lord Pucey had sent almost all his fortune with Adair, but he had hoped he could remain in the UK and offer what help he could. When the young man appeared and told him his castle was betrayed and Albus would soon com, he had not known if it was true. He knew now if he wanted his family to live, they needed to leave.

He turned to his sons."It seems your sister has her wish. We will be joining her with your mother's people, my boys."

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Albus slammed his hand through his glass tray on the desk, he had received word the men he had left, were now squibs. He would rather them dead, they would make martyrs for the cause, but people would be more scared to fight, with the threat. He had no idea where the elves came from, they had been wiped out in the UK, because of this power, even if they were a peaceful people. It would take a lot of convincing to get elves to come, even if you could find them.

He didn't even really notice the blood on his hand. "Damn it where did they and those wolves come from? There is no one in the order who could call on them."

The same voice as before came. "You really think you're dealing with your little order still? You have grown more foolish with your old age Albus."

He turned around and looked but no one was there, there could not be anyone there, his wards would have told him if someone ha come in. He had doubled the wards since last time, and sacrificed the blood of an innocent on the door, a ward which would allow no white magic to enter, without permission.

The voice laughed as is knowing his mind."Oh foolish little Alby, forgot my father sent me to the mages? I have not been white magic since I was sixteen."

Albus turned finally to where the cloaked figure was next to the perch. "I don't know who you are, you are not Lucius. Lucius Malfoy is dead, rotting in a grave."

The figure just laughed and as he moved to pick up one of Albus' little ornaments, the Malfoy ring could be seen on his hand. It wasn't simply the voice, it was the walk, and the movement, and even the sick humour of the figure, which said Lucius. He knew Lucius was trained by mages, and perhaps h could have called on elves, but the man was long dead. And there was no way he would be alive.

The figure moved towards him and shocked him by healing his wound. Albus snarled. "Who ever you are, I will bring you down. You will never succeed."

The figure moved towards the window."I heal you because you are no threat. I will destroy you Albus, I will succeed where too many good men have failed before me."

With that he watched in shock as the man transformed into a raven, and took off through the window, remembering the man who told him how Moody escaped. Who ever this was, he refused to believe it was Lucius, was definitely a mage, and it seemed a shifter as well. No matter, he would defeat him, as he did Lucius, and others.

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