Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews. I really enjoy reading them. Just a note, although this chapter sees a hint of teenage relationship issues, it won't last for long. This story isn't about romance at all.

Part 3 - Ministry

The Chief Warlock was worried. He had just concluded a stormy session of the Wizengamot and was pacing in his office. He had sent messengers to bring several people to his presence immediately but he was unsure of his own stance in the whole situation.

"Damn you, Sirius," Frank muttered to himself. "Damn you to hell."

There was a knock. Frank walked to the door and pulled it open. It was Arthur Weasley, punctual as always. Frank gestured him to a seat. "If you don't mind, Arthur. I will wait for the others to arrive."

"Certainly, Chief Warlock."

Frank kept the door open and waited until Warlock Greengrass, Generals Scrimgeour and Diggory and Director Bones had entered. "Minister Moody will not be joining us today."

Scrimgeour didn't waste any time. "This is beyond ridiculous. Black has missed five sessions in a row. How can the Wizengamot simply accept that insolent whelp - pardon me, Arthur - how can we accept Bill Weasley to report to us instead of the lawfully appointed commander of the Dragon and the Eagle? And with such ludicrous demands on top of it?"

Frank sighed. It was during times like this, he wished Dumbledore were still present. Despite everything, he kept a large section of the Wizengamot under his sway. It was easier to reach a majority agreement with his presence.

"This is outrageous," Greengrass also nodded. "We cannot allocate resources for yet another Legion! We simply cannot. The Ministry doesn't have enough funds to support it."

"Arthur?" asked Frank. "What is your opinion on your son's request?"

Arthur sighed heavily. "Let us not forget that he is merely the messenger. General Black has prolonged this war much longer than we had expected. I do not understand his obsessive need to capture Ragnok. We have five of their leaders, two more than what we require to broker peace."

"We should call him back with his Legions," Scrimgeour yelled.

"He's in Italy now," said Amelia Bones. There was a hint of admiration and irritation in her voice. "We cannot leave the country now without alienating them."

"Do you support General Black's prolonged warfare, Director?" asked Frank curiously.

"I don't," she admitted. "But from what I hear, he has pledged the aid of the Eagle to several of our neighbours to end the goblin menace in their countries." She turned to Arthur Weasley. "The reason why Ragnok needs to be captured is that a treaty signed by his blood will be binding on goblins all over Europe, not just in Britain."

"A waste of good men," Scrimgeour barked. "A waste of good British men."

Frank raised his hand. "Amos?"

Amos Diggory looked troubled. "I cannot fault General Black's determination to create a more widespread peace with the goblins. The fact that foreign goblins have means to enter our jurisdiction undetected makes it vital, in fact. I spoke to him briefly about it during his last visit to England. I have heard his strategy and find no flaws in it. If he has more men, Ragnok will be ours. But I cannot in all honesty support the decision to send yet another Legion under his command." He shuddered. "He has a thousand men in Italy, another thousand here under the command of Lupin. Now he wants another thousand… no, I do not want to see one man with so much military power."

Frank looked at Amos intently. "You are certain his plan has merit?" he asked.

Amos nodded. "I do not wish to divulge any secrets for fear that it might get leaked. But yes, it is a stroke of genius."

Frank sighed. "This war has gone on for too long. My son hadn't even started Hogwarts when Warlock Black became General Black to us. Now Neville is in his fifth year. This was has gone on for too long" He waved his hands in disgust. "Let him have his men. I want this war finished."

"Chief Warlock, with all due respect," Scrimgeour began angrily, "you are making a mistake. Black is full of ambition. I will not tolerate it. You cannot do this."

Frank stood up calmly. Those who knew him best were aware that the lack of stress on his face was a dangerous sign. "What did you say, General? I cannot do this? I cannot do this!" He took a step towards Scrimgeour. "Let me remind you, General Scrimgeour: I AM THE WIZENGAMOT!" Frank spat with anger. He was breathing rapidly. "And I want this war finished."

And then as soon as it came, the anger faded, and he returned to his seat hesitantly. He didn't look at any of the faces that were looking at him in shock. Rarely did Frank Longbottom lose his temper. "I am using my discretionary powers to sanction a new Legion - the Owl. As per your counsel, the Owl will not be under General Black's direct authority. I am giving Black the men he asks for, but I will give it to him under the command of another man. At the same time, I am appointing a new commander for the Dragon."

Arthur Weasley coughed. "Who will be these new commanders then, capable of taking the loyalty of the Legions away from the legendary General Black?"

Frank touched his forehead. "I have two in mind. Bartemius Crouch and Alastor Moody. Crouch will stay with the Dragon, where he has personally worked with and trained many of the older Legionnaires. Moody will join Sirius in Italy."

There was a stunned silence. Nobody spoke for a long time. Finally, Amelia Bones asked a logical question.

"Why would the Minister want to leave the country so close to elections for a historic fourth term in office?" asked Amelia curiously. Then her eyes widened as she realized something. "You deliberately want him away so he doesn't get elected." Then she frowned again. "Did you deliberately not invite him to this meeting?"

Frank stood up to silence the sudden rise of whispers. "For the good of the Nation, military powers must not remain in the hands of the same person for too long, as several of you have pointed out. While Moody is in office, his support gives Black the authority to do as he pleases. Moody gives Black immunity to his lack of accountability to the Wizengamot. The two of them have held the Nation in a gridlock of power. I believe, my good warlocks, it is time to end it."

Amelia frowned. But after several seconds, she nodded reluctantly. "Sirius is a friend. But I cannot condone his disrespect to the Wizengamot. You make valid points, Chief Warlock. The Minister supports the General's actions. But you still haven't answered my question. How will you convince Moody to leave the country?"

Frank said, "If handled properly, he cannot refuse a directive from the Wizengamot without appearing a coward. I will call an extraordinary session within the week and propose the motion. Hopefully, there will be enough support to reach a majority."

"You can count on me," said Arthur, standing up. "If that is all, Chief Warlock." He bowed slightly and left. The others followed suit, until Amelia Bones was the only one left.

"How can I help you, Amelia?" Frank asked curiously.

"A couple of things, Frank, some mundane and some possibly joyful," she said. "Which one shall I begin with?"

"Mundane."

Amelia chuckled. "I will be running in the elections for Minister. I would appreciate your support."

Frank sighed. "My support will be yours if those running against you appear to be less competent than you."

"Of course," said Amelia. "Of course. Paul Thicknesse is running, and Scrimgeour as well."

Frank shook his head. "A bigot and an ambitious general. Why am I not surprised? That man should take his own advice. Here he comes screaming about Black's ambitions and disrespect, and he himself…" he shook his head again. "Then I suppose you do have my support, Madam Bones." He took a sip of water. "Now, what is this possibly joyful business? Merlin knows I could do with some joy right now."

"With all the youth running away to the army after their OWLs, more and more families are returning to the old ways, Frank," she said. "I would like to discuss a possibility of betrothal between my niece and your son."

Frank raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Now, I am surprised." He contemplated her offer in depth. "Tell me more about her - Susan, isn't it?"

Amelia nodded. "She's in Hufflepuff with Neville. They are friends, I believe. Susan has been going to Moody's Defence Camp since she was ten but has no intentions of making that her career. I believe she wishes to follow in my footsteps."

"Poor Neville," Frank muttered. "He will have his hands full then. The match is acceptable, Madam Bones."

--

Harry Potter was looking from above. He was in the Ravenclaw Common Room, and there was a clear view of the Quidditch Pitch. However, the activity wasn't the popular broomstick sport that was taking place. Two flags were distinctly visible. One was red with a golden lion in it. A hundred feet or so away was a green flag with a silver snake. Blaise Zabini led the Slytherin side against Draco Black's Gryffindors.

The mock battles were a new favourite amongst the students and the stands were filled with spectators, despite it being an unofficial event. The goblin rebellion and the success of General Sirius Black's Eagles all over Europe had swept through the Nation, overriding their interest in Quidditch. But the current battle was significant for more than just recreational reasons. The qualifications to enter the Legion were an A in the Ordinary Wizarding Level examinations for Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration and Charms. Most of those in the field were fifth year students, and they were all aware that trainers from every single Legion were in the crowd as well.

Harry cringed when he saw a Gryffindor fell a Slytherin.

"Vulgar, ne?"

Harry turned around and smiled at his Head of House. Filius Flitwick had joined him at some point, standing on top of a stool to observe the battle as well.

"Unrefined," added Harry. "Pitiful, even, compared to the few duels I have had with you and the Headmaster. I don't know why I'm even watching, to tell you the truth."

Filius smiled knowingly. "If I may speak with candor -?"

"Please, Professor Flitwick, do not insult me with such questions." Harry grinned at the man. He was on excellent terms with several teachers. Perhaps he was on better terms with the teachers than the students themselves. But Harry had no doubt Flitwick had caught on to his true reasons.

"If I may speak with candor, I would like to point out that Potter men tend to show an affinity towards red haired women."

Harry chuckled. "I assure you, Professor," he pointed at the pitch. "I most certainly am not attracted to Susan Bones. She is pretty, I grant you, but not to my tastes. Besides, I am too busy to -" he froze.

Filius Flitwick followed the line of sight of his favourite student and chuckled mirthfully. "Checkmate, Mr. Potter." Ginny Weasley had just flown into the pitch and was sending curses at the Slytherin team while dodging their hexes with a flurry of inspired flying techniques. "Miss Weasley, ey?"

"I will admit to it only if you promise to keep it secret," said Harry. His voice became more lamentable. "Besides, it's not as if anything is going to happen between us. She barely knows of my existence."

"Let me tell you a story, Mr. Potter," said Flitwick. "Sometimes I forget how much you know of many things and absolutely nothing of others. A common trait of my Ravenclaws, I fear. Well… there was a young man, a Gryffindor actually, who had his eyes on a Ravenclaw witch - with red hair as well. My Ravenclaw witch hated the very ground this boy walked on and cursed the air he breathed. Now, have you guessed their identities?"

Harry frowned, trying to think of anyone he knew who would match the description. "You are sure I know them? But there isn't a redhead in my year in Ravenclaw." He frowned. "In fact, let me consider all the redheads I know… Ginny Weasley, Susan Bones, Astoria Greengrass, Nym when she's blushing, Lily Potter. Oh."

"Well deduced," said Flitwick. "Oh, indeed. Do not give up hope, Mr. Potter." He leaned forward conspiratorially. "Let me share a little secret with you. Miss Weasley has signed up to remain in Hogwarts until her NEWTs. She isn't joining the Legion."

Harry's face brightened considerably.

"Now, the reason why I came to find you," said Flitwick. "The Headmaster requests your presence."

Harry nodded. He tore his eyes from the slender figure of Ginny Weasley, as she hugged her team mates, who had just triumphed over their opponents. He sighed and turned to leave. As fate would have it, he had barely left the common room and was walking through the corridor when the victorious Gryffindor team paraded in.

Harry pressed himself to a wall to avoid getting trampled by the loud bunch. Draco was leading them, with Ron on his right and Ginny to his left. Harry found himself unable to stop staring at the redhead girl and it wasn't until he heard someone mention her name that he shook himself back to focus.

"Seriously?" a Gryffindor was saying. "Draco asked Ginny out to Hogsmeade? On a date? Finally, I say!"

"That's the word. She said yes, you know."

"Of course, she did. Who wouldn't? He's dreamy."

"And she's hot."

Harry swallowed the emptiness inside him and schooled his expression. He had heard the whispers for weeks now. Draco Black and Ginny Weasley. They were the school's favourite couple. It only made sense for them to get together. He had even heard Nym talk to Narcissa about a betrothal between the two. The sense of betrayal he felt from his sister was painful. She had known of his crush and had tried to talk him out of it.

"Don't forget he's your cousin, Harry. If he likes her and they get together, I forbid you from getting in their way."

Harry sighed when the parade passed him by. He resumed his walk through a very familiar route to the Headmaster's office.

"Lookie here! It's Potty!" Peeves squealed, flying around Harry with a handful of dung bombs.

"I'm not in the mood," Harry muttered.

"Potty is upset?" Peeves' demeanour changed. He put the dung bombs back in his sack and floated to Harry's level.

Harry didn't say anything. He continued walking. "I'll speak to you later, Peeves, I'm really not in the mood. If you see the Bloody Baron, thank him from me for speaking on behalf of Sir Nicholas."

Peeves nodded. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Few wizards - teachers and students - care for us poor undead beasties. Any friend of Binny Binns is a friend of mine."

Harry nodded absently. He reached the stone gargoyle that guarded Dumbledore's office and whispered the password, "Nothing gold can stay." He knocked on the door and entered.

"Harry, my boy, how are you today?"

"Very well, sir," Harry replied respectfully. "You required my presence?"

"Indeed. I need your advice on something important. But later…" Dumbledore sighed, pushing aside the clutter on his desk to make space. "Let us dispense with the mundane necessities first." He picked up a piece of parchment from a drawer. "Your reports are rather alarming," said Dumbledore, with a bright twinkle in his eye. "In History, Arithmancy and Astronomy, your teachers believe you may post record scores in your OWLs. In Charms and Herbology, your teachers are confident that you will obtain an O or an EE. Your Transfiguration teacher believes you are a prime but sad example of a Ravenclaw who cares more about the theory of magic than its practical usage. Your Defence and Potions teacher believes you are hopeless and possess as much wits as decomposed flobberworm droppings crushed and dissolved in boiling water."

"Interesting simile," said Harry blandly. "Professor Snape has outdone himself."

"I, myself, have no doubts," began Dumbledore, "that you will be obtaining a modest Outstanding in every subject. Nothing record-breaking, it is in your capability but I rather believe it isn't in your priority."

"I can only hope your prediction comes true," said Harry.

Dumbledore looked at Harry intently for several seconds before continuing, "Is everything okay at home?"

Harry nodded his head and was about to return a polite answer, when he stopped. "I feel stifled in Grimmauld Place without Sirius. I don't belong there. Not with Narcissa and Draco. Mother and Nym are also becoming more distant to me. They are becoming more and more like Narcissa. I don't like it."

"I am sorry to hear that, my boy," said Dumbledore. "Is there anything I can do to be of help?"

"A duel between us would be extremely well-timed," said Harry. "It will allow me to release some steam. Perhaps tomorrow, when the students are in Hogsmeade?"

"Indeed," said Dumbledore, twinkling brightly. "I take it you haven't abandoned your mad experiment to outduel the Elder Wand?"

Harry grinned. "There has to be a fixed method behind the magic in your wand, sir, which always makes it win. Absolute randomness is impossible to achieve. If I determine this method, I will be able to come up with a way to stay ahead of that method. I might even defeat you some day, Elder Wand or not."

"You're welcome to try." Dumbledore hesitated. "Now, to the matter in which I require your advice. Tell me, Mr. Potter, what do you know of Tom Marvolo Riddle?"

--

"Sir, General Moody is outside."

Sirius raised his head from the map on the table. He frowned for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. Then, he nodded. "Send him in," he said. He walked to a side where a bottle of wine was kept and poured another glass. When Alastor Moody entered the tent, Sirius offered him the glass.

Moody looked at him suspiciously. "Trying to poison me already, Black? Are you this desperate to have the men answering to you alone?" Then, he chuckled and took a large mouthful of the drink.

Sirius laughed. "It's good to see you, Alastor. Still alive and suspicious of everyone short of your own grandmother, I see."

"That old bitch?" Moody frowned. "She tried to kill me once."

"Take a seat, my friend," said Sirius. "You know Bill and Remus. Remus joined me the moment he was told to relinquish the Dragon to Crouch. This is Julian Delacour, a good ally and a man I trust."

"Delacour?" Moody muttered. "The secret spider behind the French, German, Italian and Spanish governments? Why am I not surprised to see you here?" He turned to Sirius. "The Wizengamot will be displeased if they hear you have dealings with this man."

"None of my men will be telling," said Sirius. "Can I say the same of yours?" He saw Moody's face harden. "We have to talk. I have discovered some information that is truly worrying, to say the least."

"Go on."

Sirius turned to Bill.

Bill nodded and began speaking, "The first and least worrisome news involves the goblin rebellion." He grinned at Moody's shocked face. "In the past four years and six months, we have liberated France, Germany, Belgium, Norway and Poland from their goblin troubles. In the course of doing so, we have captured five of their leaders. Only Ragnok is still at large. He has a vast army in his Italian stronghold but we are at an advantage." He looked at Sirius, who nodded. "We are at an advantage because the Eagle has increased in number to three thousand good warriors."

Moody gasped. "You have been recruiting in Europe?" He rubbed his forehead. "Why haven't we heard of this? The Wizengamot will go ballistic."

Sirius banged his fist on the table. "These are good men and women, Moody. They have fought for me. They have killed and bled for me. Do you think they would betray me to a handful of money-grabbing blood-sucking politicians?"

"B-But," Moody stammered. "Three thousand? How on earth can you pay for them? Unless… Unless, you've been keeping some of the salvaged gold for yourself."

"Only to feed my Eagles," said Sirius plainly. He waved his hand to stop Moody from interrupting. "Ragnok is cornered. I have him, Moody, and I will have him surrender to me with or without your help. Of course, your help will reduce casualties to my own Eagles." He sighed. "The goblins are hardly the biggest concern now."

"What do you mean?"

Sirius turned to Julian Delacour and gestured for him to speak.

"Minister Moody, I take it you are familiar with my vast network of… information couriers?" Julian asked.

"Spies, you mean," said Moody. "Yes, I am aware. Ludo Bagman is in your pay, isn't he?"

Julian shrugged. "He needed gold. I needed information. He's too obtuse to serve as anything more than a freelancer." He stood up and refilled his glass with wine. "However, I have strong reason to believe - I have shown the evidence to General Black and can show it to you as well - that there are many in your Wizengamot that had received payment from the goblins to vote in favour of giving them back their wands."

"What!" Moody roared. "This is impossible. It was Dumbledore who led the campaign."

Sirius nodded. "We do not have evidence implicating Dumbledore and I highly doubt he has any underhanded dealings. What we do know for certain is that many who appeared to be in the Dumbledorean faction were truly in the goblins' pay. The Wizengamot is for sale, Moody, and I am not bidding anymore. I'd rather pay my Eagles than some fat slobbering bureaucrat."

"Can I see this evidence?" asked Moody.

"I will have it sent to your tent," Delacour nodded. "Even more worrisome is the news concerning Lord Voldemort and Dementors."

"What?" Moody demanded.

"It appears the spirit of Voldemort was sucked in by a stray Dementor," said Delacour. "But due to some inexplicable reason, Voldemort managed to take control of the creature and is capable of using a wand. I have heard that the former Dark Lord is now calling himself the Dread King."

"The Nation - nay, the world, is at a greater peril than ever before," said Sirius. "Now, do you understand my reasons for increasing the number of men in my Legion?"

"This is troubling news," said Moody. "Why haven't you informed it to the Ministry and the Wizengamot?"

"Whom can I trust to act as necessary without selling us to the enemy, Moody?" asked Sirius cautiously. "Tell me. Whom can you trust?"

Moody started. "Longbottom. Diggory. Dumbledore. Bones. Weasley. They are all good people."

"Ha!" Sirius exclaimed and stood up. He turned his face to the wall.

Bill cleared his throat. When Moody turned to him, he said, "We received news this morning. Frank Longbottom and Amelia Bones have reached a betrothal arrangement for their children. Amelia Bones has also expressed a desire to stand for the position of Minister of Magic." He waited for the implications of his news to sink in to the old and hardened warrior. "Longbottom's decision to send you here was to ensure Bones' victory. They have brought back Crouch. They're clearing house, Moody, and we're the dirt."

Moody cursed, "Merlin's Beard. Just shows you how soft I've become in old age." He frowned. "Dumbledore? He would stand against Voldemort, of that I'm sure."

"Aye, he would," said Sirius. "But he'd tell me to disband the Eagles. One man is not worth an army." He shook his head. "Diggory is too reliant on Longbottom and Arthur Weasley is Dumbledore's man."

"Through and through," added Bill.

Sirius looked intently at Moody. "The times are changing, Minister," he said. "Face the facts. You will not see a fourth term in office. The Wizengamot is corrupt. Longbottom and Bones have stabbed us in the back and are woefully inadequate to face the approaching threat. Dumbledore is old and a liability. Face it, old friend, we are the Nation's only hope."

Moody rubbed his forehead. He looked at Bill, who stood behind Sirius, a picture of absolute loyalty. Delacour was sitting and drinking his wine. He was a resourceful man and Moody would sooner trust a goblin than him, but they had common enemies. That was an assurance of his cooperation, he decided. He sighed, making a decision, and spoke out:

"The Owl is in your command, General."

--

Harry froze. He was walking outside, observing the stars and planets, with a notepad in hand, when he heard familiar voices. As he saw the two figures come closer, he felt a strange hollowness within him.

"Hey, Harry," greeted Draco.

"Draco," Harry returned the greeting stiffly. He tried not looking at the girl he was deeply attracted to. "Ginny. You're out late."

Draco laughed. "You're one to speak," he said. "Ginny and I went to meet her brother Charlie. You won't be tattling, will you?"

"Of course not," Harry muttered. He nodded dismissively. "Good night, then. I must return to picking my herbs before it gets too late."

"Oh, do you want a hand?" asked Ginny. "Three of us doing it together will finish faster. Besides, it's not as if we'll make it back in curfew anyway. Better to stick together and avoid getting caught."

Harry opened his mouth to tell her that he was out with permission but held himself back in the last moment. He saw a distasteful expression on Draco's face at Ginny's offer, and Harry nodded. "Thank you. I'd appreciate it. Do you know what aconite looks like?"

Ginny shook her head.

"Monkshood," Harry amended.

"Yeah," Ginny agreed. "That, I know."

Harry grinned. "They're the same thing. I'm looking for ones with flower. It should be purple in colour. Their roots are the important bit." He looked around his feet. "Here. Like this." He slowly pulled a small plant out with its root. "Thanks," he repeated when Ginny started looking around for similar plants.

"Boring," said Draco, as he pulled one roughly out, leaving part of the stem and roots in the soil. "Whoops. Why do you need this anyway?"

"Aconite is a strong astringent," explained Harry, trying to hold back his annoyance as Draco destroyed even more perfectly good herbs. "It's root is poisonous and used in many potions to neutralize the undesirable secondary effects of -"

"Yeah, yeah," Draco cut in. "I'd rather not receive a lecture in Potions. Snape does that quite well, thank you." He frowned. "Say, aren't you supposed to be terrible at Potions?"

Harry shrugged. "Snape despises me because of my father, he rarely marks me fairly. Dumbledore gives me lessons in potions and alchemy, he reckons I should do fine in my OWLs."

Ginny turned around sharply. "You're taking OWLs in potions?" She looked at him eagerly. "You're the first one other than Susan I've heard of taking it, and Susan is thinking of dropping it. Everybody else seems eager to go for the Legions with just the basic qualifications."

"I'm not joining the Legion," said Harry.

"Harry prefers a quill to a wand," Draco told Ginny. Neither of them caught Harry's irritation. "Cousin Nymphadora says he'd quit being a wizard if someone offered him a few rare books to read."

"Nym said that to you, did she?" Harry muttered quietly. He turned to Ginny. "Sorry for the diversion. Yes, I am taking the potions OWL."

Ginny smiled widely. She looked at him with a pleading expression, "Could you - I mean - you don't have to - I'm… you see… I'm awful at it." She blushed slightly.

Harry waited for her to continue.

"But I need an Outstanding to take it for NEWT level," she added. "It's compulsory to become an Auror. I was wondering if you… you don't have to… I mean… I think I need tuition."

Harry felt his heart could be heard thumping all the way until Hogwarts. He took a deep breath and nodded. He opened his mouth to say yes when he felt it.

A cold dread.

He saw Ginny's knees buckle. She was trembling. A few feet away, Draco held his head in his hands. He was whimpering.

Harry himself wasn't feeling all too good either. He had developed some mental shields and he could feel it being battered by some external presence. A small slither passed through his barriers and he heard a terrible scream from a woman. Screams and cries.

"LILY!"

"James! Lily! No…"

"Dementor," Harry spat disgustedly. He looked at Ginny, who was clutching Draco's arm. But then Draco freed himself and took out his wand.

"Come out, whoever you are!" Draco yelled. "I'm armed!"

Harry groaned. "You fool," he muttered. "Don't attract it to us."

Draco snarled. "I'm a Black. I'm not afraid. Come and face me!" He took a deep breath and ran towards the opening, away from the undergrowth.

"Draco!" Ginny screamed. She stood up and was about to chase after him when Harry grabbed her arm. "Let me go, you coward! He'll get hurt. He needs me."

Harry ignored her and held her as she struggled. Draco was out in front with his wand out.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Lily!"

"Stupefy!" Draco yelled at a figure in black robes. "Stupefy! Diffindo! Stupefy!" The next moment, he collapsed to the ground, overwhelmed by the proximity of the Dementor.

"Fool," Harry muttered, ignoring Ginny's shrieks. He reached inside his pocket and took out a small figurine of an eagle. "Shut up," he said, when Ginny's shouting didn't stop. "Do not let go of my hand," he said firmly. "I have a portkey."

"I'm not leaving without -"

"I'll kill that rat... Merlin! Harry!"

"Shut up," said Harry. The screams of his birth parents as they fought with Voldemort were beginning to overwhelm him. He could feel a dampness in his eyes. Maybe, it was partly because the girl he had a crush on could think of no one but Draco. "We'll run to him. You grab him with one hand. But don't let go of me."

He ran towards Draco with Ginny holding his hand. That was when he chanced a glance at the Dementor. It was mere feet away from Draco. But Harry was shocked. He knew Dementors were supposed to be bony creatures - skeletons inside the black cloak - but the figure in front of him was two red slits in its eye. Ginny increased her pace and Harry matched her.

Just as the Dementor knelt beside Draco, Ginny bent low and grabbed his foot.

"Activate Home," Harry spoke out clearly. He sighed in relief as an inhuman screech was the last thing he heard before he felt the familiar sensation of being pulled in by a portkey. In a few seconds, they were in Grimmauld Place. Harry let go of Ginny's arm, as she rushed to an unconscious Draco. He closed his eyes and tried to draw up his mental shields.

"Harry? What are you doing here?"

Unable to believe his ears, Harry whirled around and ran, toppling a vase and a lamp, to the arms of his godfather. "Sirius," he hugged the older man, silently letting his tears fall.

Sirius was shocked. He was in the library of Grimmauld Place when he heard a loud noise from within. A girl was screaming and he rushed out - to see his distressed godson, his unconscious nephew and Bill's sister.

"What happened to you three?" Sirius asked Harry.

"Dementor," said Harry, without letting go of Sirius. "It was a Dementor. We were outside… near the forest… a Dementor attacked us… Draco tried to fight back… I used the portkey you gave me in my first year to bring us here."

Sirius nodded. He pried Harry's arms off him and walked to Draco. He took his hand out and did a diagnosis. "He's fine," he finally said. "He'll be somewhat shaken for a while but he'll be fine. The Dementor tried to Kiss him, but you saved him in time."

"Good," Harry muttered, trying to quash a hint of regret. He was disgusted when he realized the regret was because of Draco's survival. He took a deep breath and wiped his face and turned to leave.

"Harry," Sirius called after him. Harry paused but didn't turn around. "You did the right thing. I - we will discuss whatever is distressing you after I get someone from St. Mungo's to look after Draco. Okay?"

"I'll be in the Library," Harry muttered and walked on, without looking at Ginny huddled against Draco. He sat down in his favourite seat. There were books on the desk in front, books he had meant to read the previous time he was there but hadn't had enough time. Nobody had removed it. After all, only he and Sirius entered the place and they kept away from each other's corner.

He wiped the dust off a book on top and opened it. But before he could read, he felt tears on his face again. He had heard the battle which had taken his parents' life. He had heard it very distinctly. The strongest memory he'd ever have of his birth parents would be this - their death.

At some point, he realized he was weeping and somebody's arms were around him. He sniffed, inhaling a strange but very alluring scent and opened his eyes. "Ginny," he whispered.

Ginny instantly let go of him and backed away a bit. "I'm sorry," she said, embarrassed. "Sirius told me to stay with you while he took Draco to the hospital, and when I saw you like this, I couldn't help it."

"It's okay," said Harry. He tried smiling at her. The irony of the situation was amusing. The girl of his dreams was holding him in her arms and he hadn't even realized it.

"I'm sorry," she said, without meeting his eye. "Out there with the Dementor… despite all my training, I was a wreck… I shouldn't have fought you… you did do the right thing."

"Not a coward then?" said Harry, in an attempt at humour but Ginny didn't find it funny and averted her gaze with shame. "It's okay, Ginny. Forget it."

"What was that thing?" she asked with a terrified expression. "I - I heard… my brother Percy cursing us and disowning us as family."

Harry sighed. "It's a pity they changed Defence lessons to cater to the goblin rebellion. Dumbledore ranted a lot about it," he said. "Dementors used to be fourth year material. Of course, very few adult wizards are capable of fighting them."

"But what is a Dementor?" asked Ginny curiously. "Why did it make me recall such a horrid memory?"

Sirius steped in. "Because that's what they do," he said. "Dementors thrive on other people's fear and desolation. They make you relive your worst memories… not just in memory, but in emotion as well." He looked at Harry's red eyes and placed his arm on his shoulder. "You okay, kid?"

Harry paused. He looked at Sirius and then at Ginny.

Sirius understood. "Ginny, do you think you can step out for -"

"No," said Harry, with a sigh. "I heard hers. It's fair she hear mine." He looked at Sirius and said, "It was that night." Sirius frowned for a moment and then his eyes widened. "Voldemort killed mum first. She said she loved me before she joined the battle," his voice was very bland as he spoke. "Dad stopped fighting and ran to mum. He was also killed. Then you killed the monster. You wanted to go after Pettigrew but stayed behind with me."

"Merlin," Sirius pulled Harry to a hug, but Harry held him away.

"I'm okay now," he said. "I cried earlier." He tried to smile at Ginny, who had a horrified expression on her face. "Thanks, Ginny." He turned to his godfather. "Sirius, there was something odd about this Dementor."

Sirius paled. "How so?"

"I haven't seen any before but I've read their description. This one had red eyes," said Harry.

Sirius leapt to his feet. "Stay here, Harry. Stay in Grimmauld Place until I return. Ginny, you stay here too." He ran to the Living Room and grabbed a fistful of floo powder. "Dumbledore's Office, Hogwarts."

"Odd," muttered Harry at his godfather's behaviour. He turned his gaze back to the girl, who was still looking at him strangely. "What?"

She shook her head. "Awkward, isn't this? I have heard a lot about you from your cousin and your sister, of course. But today's the first day I actually speak to you, retain you as my potions tutor, owe you a life debt and console you over a dreadful memory. We're moving fast on the route to friendship, ne?"

Harry chuckled. Only friendship, he reminded himself. He frowned and stood up. Why was Sirius back in England?

"What's wrong, Harry?"

Harry didn't reply. He walked to another corner of the library where a table had a lamp on it. He held up a parchment from the table and read from it, "To the Wizengamot. I write to inform you that Ragnok, Chief of the Goblin Nation, has thrown his weapons at my feet. I have returned to Britain and will present myself before the Wizengamot at the convenience of the Chief Warlock. Sirius Black, General, Eagle Legion." He gently replaced the letter and turned to Ginny, who was looking at him with surprise. "That was a copy sent to all members of the Wizengamot. He did it."

"He won? He WON!" she squealed, jumping up. Before she knew it, she had thrown her arms around Harry. "He won! He won!"

Harry had stiffened slightly, but he couldn't deny the pleasure he felt from the contact. He clasped his arms around her and gently touched her hair. "He won, indeed," he said. "The war is over."

Ginny giggled, letting go of him. "I suppose Draco will be staying in Hogwarts then!"

Harry's heart clenched. He managed to nod. He turned to his side and returned to his seat. "I think… I think I'll read for some time. There's a guest room on the floor above, if you want to sleep. Second door to your left. Kreacher." A house elf appeared. "Show Ginny to the guest room."

"Filthy halfblood thinks he can order Kreacher about… my poor mistress is rolling in her grave… halfbloods and blood traitors… halfblood must have hurt little master, Kreacher knows of his private -"

"Enough," Harry exclaimed impatiently. "You will not speak in front of me tonight." He looked apologetically at Ginny. "A relic of the older Black family. Trust me, Sirius and I spend our free time plotting painful ways of killing him. Makes it bearable to endure his taunts."

"Can't I stay?" asked Ginny, in a small voice. Harry looked at her frightened expression and smiled at her reassuringly. "Please? I'd rather not be alone right now. I won't disturb you. I'll… I can read too."

Harry nodded reluctantly. Having her nearby was pleasant but hearing her talk of Draco was torturous. He dismissed Kreacher with a wave. "Fiction is in that far corner. The shelf behind me is history, philosophy and poetry. There's books on magic in the shelves in between." He opened his book. He had meant to read it a while ago but didn't have the time. He turned his head to his book but observed Ginny with a sideglance. She walked to the fiction section and pulled out a book after a few minutes of searching.

He turned his own attention back and started reading.

About twenty minutes or so passed, before he realized Ginny was sitting in front of him, looking at him intently.

"Sorry," she muttered, blushing slightly. "You were reading out loud to yourself. I heard a few words. They sounded nice."

"I apologize," said Harry. "I tend to do that at times."

"What were you reading?"

"It's a book of poems by William Wordsworth," said Harry. He saw a blank look on her face. "He was a very famous muggle poet." The blank look didn't change. "Oh, right. The magical world doesn't do poetry. Listen, this is a poem." He raised his book and read out loud, "I wandered lonely as a cloud, that floats on high o'er vales and hills; When all at once I saw a crowd, a host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, fluttering and dancing in the breeze…"

As he read, he kept glancing at her. She was a beautiful girl but there was something more to her that allured Harry. He knew then that he wouldn't do as Nym wanted. He wouldn't just let her go to Draco. He would fight for her.

"… For oft, when on my couch I lie, in vacant or in pensive mood; They flash upon that inward eye, which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, and dances with the daffodils." He lapsed into silence, gently putting the book down.

"That was lovely," Ginny sighed. "Pretty and sad at the same time. Like music without a melody. Poem, was it?"

Harry nodded. "Poetry is an art of expressing emotion and conveying beauty through words. There are many more beautiful poems. If you like, I can read you some of my favourite ones when I give you potions tuition."

"I'd really like that," said Ginny, smiling at him peacefully. "Wait. I think I remember Nymphadora mention that you like writing stuff as well. Do you write this… poetry?"

"I'm not very good though," said Harry. He frowned. "When did you meet Nym?"

"She came to the Burrow for Christmas last year," said Ginny. "Draco asked her to join us all."

"Oh," said Harry, recalling Nymphadora had said she'd be busy all through the vacation. Before he could say anything else, the door opened and Sirius Black stormed in. Behind him were Albus Dumbledore, Filius Flitwick and Bill Weasley.

Ginny jumped up. "Bill!" she cried out.

Bill rushed to his sister and grabbed her in his arms.

"You are not taking him anywhere tonight, Headmaster," Sirius was snarling. He turned to Harry. "Harry, Dumbledore wants to view your memory of the Dementor. He also wants you to return to the safety of Hogwarts." The venom in Sirius' voice when he uttered safety shocked Harry.

"Hogwarts is safe, Sirius," Harry said softly. "We were near the forest, remember?" He turned to Dumbledore and nodded. "Ready when you are, Professor."

Dumbledore stepped forward with his wand. "Keep your shields up except for the single memory, Harry, well... you know what to do. Legilimens." He sieved through Harry's memory of the Dementor attack. After he was done, he staggered back. There was a heavy expression on his face. He sighed and turned to Sirius. "I am afraid our suspicions are true."

Sirius sighed and sat down with his head in his hands. "I have no other option then."

"Sirius, don't -" Dumbledore began.

Sirius didn't seem to have heard him. He picked a figuring of an eagle and another of an owl. He looked at them sadly. He turned to Bill, who was still holding Ginny's hand tightly. "You know what to do, Bill. We discussed this earlier."

Bill hesitated. "Are you sure? There will be no turning back."

Sirius nodded. "For the safety of the Nation."

Bill nodded. He took the two figurines from Sirius' hands and closed his hands around them. He started reciting an enchantment in Latin. There was a wave of magical energy around them. It passed as soon as it came and Bill replaced the figurines on the table.

"What have you done?" Dumbledore turned to Sirius heavily.

"As of now, my eagles and owls are moving in," said Sirius unflinchingly. "I have over four thousand trained and armed soldiers entering the borders under the command of Moody. They will first disarm the Griffin and the Scorpion. The Dragon will follow suit if Lupin cannot take control back from Crouch. Then they will take over the Ministry and fortify the Wizengamot. All senior officials and Warlocks will be escorted to the Wizengamot building. My men will patrol the streets, muggle and magical. In effect, I am declaring martial law to secure the Nation." He turned to Harry, who was staring at him in disbelief. "Before you judge me, Harry, you should know that it was no ordinary Dementor that attacked you. The spirit of Lord Voldemort has occupied the Dementor - he now calls himself the Dread King. He commands an army of over a thousand Dementors."

Harry lowered his gaze. "Then, he has Azkaban," he said. "And its inmates."

Sirius blanched. "How could I be so stupid! The Death Eaters will be back as well." He turned to Bill. "Send someone to scout the situation in Azkaban and report immediately. I'll be in Hogwarts," he hesitated. "No. Hogwarts must remain a safe haven for the children. I will be here, Bill. Grimmauld Place will be our temporary headquarters." He turned to Harry and Ginny. "I am afraid you two will have to return to Hogwarts."

"Of course," said Harry. He held his hand out for Ginny and led her to the fireplace. He paused before leaving, looking from Dumbledore to Sirius. He sighed and walked through the fire. The two of them were soon followed by Flitwick and Dumbledore. Flitwick was about to escort the two students back but Dumbledore raised his hand.

"I'll see Mr. Potter back myself, Filius," Dumbledore said.

Harry waited until the two of them were away. He then sighed. "When will you tell him?"

"I am not sure if I should," said Dumbledore gravely. "The man is acting rashly. He is destroying the democracy -"

"Oligarchy, Professor," Harry pointed out. "The Minister is indeed elected by the common people. But legislative authority is in the hands of a handful of pureblood families."

Dumbledore shook his head. "This is not the proper time for that debate. You want me to tell a man who installed martial law in our country about Voldemort's horcruxes."

"Yes," said Harry. "Or else I will."

Dumbledore looked at Harry gravely.

"He has the resources and manpower to achieve what you have failed to do," said Harry. "Please take him in your confidence."

"And if I deny?" asked Dumbledore cautiously. "If I send my phoenix to rescue the Wizengamot and the Ministry, and launch a counterattack to your godfather's attack on our freedom?"

"Then you will have the honour of calling the Dread King an ally," said Harry, standing up. His eyes glinted slightly, the only sign of his pent up anger. "I told you from the very beginning. My first loyalty is to my godfather."

Dumbledore stood up as well. "Your godfather is a tyrant!"

Harry looked at Dumbledore for a few moments. "That may be so. But he is a tyrant with a plan to save the Nation. What is your plan, Professor?" Then, he turned around and left the office.

--

Frank Longbottom was shaking his head in vexation. He was being escorted by two armed men. He didn't have to ask who they were and what their purpose was. The eagles on their abdomen was a clear indication of who they were, and mere foot soldiers would not be aware of the purpose behind their orders.

He held back a snort when he saw his destination. The Wizengamot building.

"I am sure I could have found my way to the Wizengamot, young man," Frank said ironically.

"Just following orders, sir," one of the soldiers grinned. There was a hint of insolence in his face. He walked straight to the main hall.

"Stop right there," Frank said with narrowed eyes. "Do you not know where you are? This is the Wizengamot, man. A sanctified hall of governance, justice and peace. Do not insult it by entering in your armour."

The door opened.

"I'm afraid this sanctity is long lost, Chief Warlock," Sirius Black said. He was in armour as well. "Welcome. We were awaiting your presence."

"Sirius," greeted Frank. "Hardly my convenience, this, ey?"

"Sorry about that, old pal," Sirius muttered. "You know how things change. Friends today, conspiring lizards tomorrow. Oh, I hear congratulations are in order. My very best to your son and Amelia's niece. However, I digress. As you can see, I am merely doing my job now that martial law has been established in the Nation."

"By what authority do you think you can do this?"

Sirius grinned at Frank, and for a fleeting instant, Frank trembled. "By the authority of my army, Chief Warlock." He sighed. "But let's play the political game as well. Moody is still Minister. He is occupied right now, but rest assured, he will be willing to confirm that it was he who called for martial law, and not I. Now I require the Wizengamot to ratify it."

"You require?" repeated Frank incredulously. He laughed mirthlessly. Then, he shook his head in disgust. "Since you hold the cards, we'll play your little game for now." He walked in and Sirius lingered behind.

Sirius turned to the two who had escorted the Chief Warlock. "Good man, Wood. You too, Flint. Good to see you two finish a task without hexing each other." He looked inside. "There are enough of the Legion on hand. Report to Singh of Jones for any further tasks."

Both of them hesitated. "By your leave, sir," began Oliver. Sirius motioned for him to speak. "Both Marcus and I have recently turned head of our families. We have a rightful place in the Wizengamot, that is, if you would like two of your men here."

"Sure," said Sirius jovially. "Let's get some of you legally inside as well." He paused. "Remove your armour and transfigure your tunic to these hideous purple robes. Let's not frustrate these old grannies much more." He paused. "Mingle with your traditional allies and bring me news of their opinions."

He waited until they were ready and the three of them entered the Wizengamot. There was chaos all around. The Legions had gathered a full house. "Gentlemen and Ladies," Sirius bellowed, and slowly the hall fell into silence. "I am here to answer your questions. But please first allow me to intimate you of the reasons behind my actions."

"I will hide you alive! What have you done to my men?"

"General Scrimgeour, good to see you alive and thriving," said Sirius. The man lunged at him. Immediately, two armoured men sprung forward with their wands out, between Sirius and Scrimgeour. Their faces were stony but even Scrimgeour knew better than to fight against three war veterans at once. When Sirius spoke, his voice was cold and unyielding. "Please do not tempt my Eagles. They grow wary after years of war." He was jovial again. "Besides, your men are all fine. They will awaken from their enchanted sleep in a couple of days. We'll all be chums by then, drinking and singing songs and whatnot. You can take my word for it."

"That will be enough," Frank said with a tired expression. "Sit down, Scrimgeour. Now, what is the meaning of this, Black?"

"There is a new threat," began Sirius, "and I have acted in a manner I believed best."

"That is not in your mandate," said Frank. "The Wizengamot sanctioned the Legion to act under your command but subject to the Wizengamot's approval. You have betrayed our trust in you. More severely, you have betrayed your Nation." Many of the Warlocks started speaking at once in consent. Everyone was deeply troubled by Sirius' actions.

There was a cough. All eyes turned to the door and there was an almost united gasp of surprise. Albus Dumbledore had turned up. It was his first visit since the Wizengamot had sanctioned the creation of an army.

"May I, Frank?"

Frank sighed in relief. "It sure is good to see you, Warlock Dumbledore. Perhaps you can put an end to this madness."

Dumbledore nodded gratefully. He walked to the front and joined Sirius. Turning to face the spectators, he said clearly, "This being my own words. I heartily commend Sirius Black for his swift actions in the face of a terrible threat." There was a stunned silence. "Azkaban has rebelled. The Dementors have rebelled. They have crowned a king amongst one of their own and attempted an attack on Hogwarts. Three children were... they are safe, but it was a close thing. When General Black was informed of this situation, he was also aware of the fragile political system and acted in the best interests of the Nation. His men are keeping our people safe. His men have Azkaban under scrutiny. These are good warriors, my dear Warlocks, they brought Ragnok to heel. More importantly, they are our brothers and sisters and children. Remember that and you will feel a lot less scared of this martial law business. I commend you, Sirius Black, and I trust you to restore democracy when the threat is nullified or reduced."

Dumbledore clapped. At first, he clapped alone. But the power in his voice had done its trick. Before long, more people started clapping. In a matter of minutes, Sirius Black - the traitor - was receiving a standing ovation. Dumbledore sighed. He walked closer to Sirius and shook his hands.

"I - I thank you," said Sirius in surprise. "I don't know what to say."

"Thank your godson," Dumbledore said gloomily. Despite his words, he didn't seem too pleased with the situation. "He has an uncanny ability to make me doubt my long held beliefs."

Sirius paused before letting out a wild chuckle. "He will yet have you enlist for the Eagle, I bet."

Dumbledore didn't laugh. "I must return to ensure the defenses of the castle. Come to me, when you have time. I have important information concerning the immortality of the Dread King." Without another word, he left the Wizengamot.

Sirius waited for Frank to restore order. "As Warlock Dumbledore said, I have acted swiftly. A good four thousand trained Legionnaires are covering the land at good pace, ensuring order and security. Some of them are monitoring the situation in Azkaban. I require you to sanction Minister Moody's call for martial law and give me dictatorial power for a period of two years from now."

"All those in favour of handing our Nation to dictatorial rule under Sirius Black?" Frank asked. He sounded resigned to the outcome. He didn't have to count. "The motion is passed. The Nation is in your hands, Dictator Black."

--

"Stay safe. I will miss you."

Harry turned his head away, trying not to look at the scene in front of him. Draco was with Ginny, Sirius, Narcissa and Nymphadora were nearby. Harry knew he had to be present but seeing the tenderness between Ginny and Draco wasn't easy. It didn't help that he and Nymphadora had become further estranged when he discovered from Ginny that she had told him a lie to spend Christmas with Draco at the Weasley home.

"Are you sure of this?" Sirius asked Draco again. They were all in the open Quidditch fields of Hogwarts. Due to security reasons, the trainers from the various Legions had come to directly pick and recruit those who had finished their OWLs.

Draco nodded intently. "Yes, Sirius. I am sure." His face was full of resolve. "I have been waiting for this day a long time."

"So have I, mate," Ron Weasley joined him and the two clasped their hands together. "I'm glad they picked me too. It's a pity the Eagle isn't recruiting this year but imagine if we weren't picked by the same Legion..."

Sirius chuckled. "Your little group has already become something of a legend among the Legions." He turned to Ginny. "It's a shame you cannot join them."

Ginny sighed. "I have accepted my mother's decision, Sirius. She knows what's best for me." With a cheeky grin, she added, "Until I turn seventeen, that is."

Sirius laughed heartily. "That's the spirit, Ginny."

Harry relaxed slightly. He had two full years with Ginny, perhaps three if he stayed on for a mastery, to win her heart. He saw Nymphadora look at him, but Harry didn't meet her gaze. He decided to let her figure out the cause for the distance between them. After all, it was her fault.

"Can you believe it?" Ron muttered. "Nearly everyone from our year got an offer." He darted a glance at Harry and opened his mouth to say something but Draco shook his head. Ron closed his mouth. After a moment, he said, "I bet it was those practice battles that paid off."

Harry rolled his eyes. There was a new war. The Legions wanted their reserves to be well trained and as early as possible. If Ron believed he was going to be sent in command of an army for battle within the month, he would be sorely disappointed.

" - Harry."

Harry shook himself. He turned to Draco. "Sorry. My mind was elsewhere. I didn't catch that."

"I was asking what your plans were," Draco repeated. "What do you intend to do afterwards?"

"I will study for my NEWTs, of course," said Harry. "I'm taking History, Arithmancy, Charms and Alchemy." He ignored the patronizing look on Draco and Ron's faces. "I do not know what I'll do after that. I am keeping my options open."

"Sure," said Draco. He sounded bored.

"By the way, Harry," Sirius turned to him. "Dumbledore informed me of your results. I am disappointed. An Outstanding in Potions? What are you doing going about improving Snape's record as a teacher?" Despite his words, his eyes were twinkling with pride as he ruffled Harry hair, eliciting a familiar disgruntled expression from the usually stoic boy.

"You got an O in Potions?" Nymphadora asked him in disbelief. Harry nodded without saying anything. She opened her mouth. "Why didn't you take it for NEWT level then? If you're good at it, you should have continued studying it."

"My godson got an O in every subject, Nymphadora, and he is studying that which interests him," Sirius said proudly. He was looking from Harry to Nymphadora with a strange expression, as if perceiving the coldness between them. He sighed when he heard a loud horn blowing from the direction of the Chimera flag. "It's time, boys." He turned to Draco and Ron. "You should report to your trainer."

"But - But we're with you, Sirius," began Ron.

Sirius paused. "You're in the army now, Weasley. It's General Black to you. To your trainer, on the double!"

"Yes, sir," replied Draco, slamming his hand against Ron's side. "Leaving now." The two of them ran to their trainer.

Sirius sighed. He saw Harry look at him curiously. He opened his mouth but caught Ginny and Nymphadora's curious expressions as well. Pausing to gather his thoughts, he said, "The Chimera has Crouch as its General. He is a hard taskmaster, if there ever was one."

"Ah," said Harry. He saw an irritated look in Sirius' face at his comprehension of the subtle message.

"Walk with me, Harry," said Sirius tightly. "I wish to speak to you in private."

Harry nodded. They walked in silence for a few seconds before he took his wand out. "Muffliato. It's safe."

Sirius turned to him. There was an angry expression on his face. "You knew about the horcruxes and you kept it from me?"

Harry didn't say anything. He was aware that people could see him. There would be rumours, no doubt, about how General Black was furious with Harry Potter... perhaps, for not receiving a single offer of recruitment from any of the Legions.

"Why would you do something like that? Why didn't you tell me about it?"

Harry turned his face away. "Because you weren't here, Sirius." His voice betrayed how hurt he was by his godfather's absence. "You have been away in Europe for five years, busy with the goblin rebellion, and despite your feud with Dumbledore, I do respect him. I would have told you if you had asked me what I discussed with Dumbledore. I would have told you if Voldemort's threat came closer. Are my reasons satisfactory?"

"Merlin," Sirius put an arm around Harry. "I didn't mean it like that. I was just worried you might... Never mind. Harry, you're as good as a son to me, remember that. Now tell me, what's going on between you and Nymphie?"

Harry chuckled. "Don't let her catch you calling her that." But his expression turned stony after that. "She lied to me and it hurt me bad, Sirius, and she doesn't even realize it."

Sirius sighed. "Remember the good times, son. She's your sister."

"I do remember. That's why it hurts."

Sirius nodded, letting it go at that. Delving any further would only succeed in making Harry push him further away. "What is your opinion about this Chimera business with Crouch? I could literally hear you making eerily accurate conclusions from very limited information."

Harry remained silent to gather his thoughts. "The information wasn't really that limited. Crouch was given command of the Dragon, your old Legion, which you left with Remus Lupin. Clearly, you managed to overthrow his command and restore the Dragon to Lupin. Now, you have to appease Crouch, so you gave him a new Legion. But knowing his character from the old reports and minutes, he will not let that slight pass by without retribution of some sort. That puts the Chimera's quick offer to Draco and Ron in an entirely new light."

Sirius nodded. He had a troubled expression. "The man is a good commander. I couldn't shunt him aside without appearing even more rebellious to the Wizengamot. With Moody's failing health, I am afraid it is completely out of the question. But I fear Crouch," Sirius admitted. "I wish he had never been brought back to the picture. The man nearly threw me in Azkaban without a trial once."

Harry frowned. "Perhaps the Chief Warlock wanted someone to have military power, who wouldn't be swayed by you."

"That sounds like Longbottom," muttered Sirius. "I was thinking of sending Crouch to Europe to monitor the goblin situation." He saw Harry frown. "What would you do, if you were me, to deal with the Crouch situation?"

"Oh, that's simple," said Harry. Sirius looked surprised. "When you have a wolf in front of you and a venomous serpent in your hand, and you're not allowed to kill the serpent yourself, the worst thing you can do is throw the snake a few feet behind, which is what you were planning to do by sending Crouch to Europe. Between the snake and the wolf, you're dead. No. You have a wolf in front of you. Why not throw the venomous serpent at the wolf?"

Sirius was silent. "I don't want Crouch to meddle with my strategies and be part of my battle plans. Scrimgeour is bad enough, but with him, I know where I stand. There is bad blood between us but the man is reliable when he has your back against a common enemy. Crouch... I wouldn't be so sure."

"You misunderstand me," said Harry. "You throw the snake and wait until the wolf has injured it to an extent that it can no longer harm you while you deal with the wolf. If you're lucky, the wolf dies of poison and the serpent dies of its wounds. If not, then you still only have to deal with one enemy at a time."

Sirius frowned. "You do remember your cousin Draco happens to be in the camp of this snake?"

Harry shrugged. "Forgive me. I was of course assuming we were considering what was best for the Nation, not just the Black family."

Sirius sighed. "I think I should buy Dumbledore a firewhisky and tell him he's not alone."

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Harry curiously.

"Nothing,"

~ End of Part 3 ~