Lavender Brown…former Hogwarts Student, thought to be a casualty of the Second Wizarding War, thus she never graduated. Instead she aspired to lead an extremist group of werewolves. After being bitten herself and left for dead in a cemetery.

It wasn't her fault, or anyone else's for that matter. The lycanthropy gene did not take possession of her until she was well and buried.

Now she's vengeful, upon those she thought betrayed her and left her to ruin. Upon the society that now shun her for her current illness. And also upon the one man that would deny her anymore happiness.

In the darkness of one of the rooms in the Chamber of Secrets, she said his name to the shadows. Haunted, plagued by the thoughts of his shining knight failing her. 'Ron…Bilius…Weasley,' she emphasised every name belonging to him with a venomous whisper. 'Ronald…Bilius…Weasley. It's all your fault.'

Thus now she had possession of his family. Well just his daughter and his wife. Still, they are what Ron considers most precious to him.

Rose Weasley. That was his daughter's name. 'Rose,' named in honour of Harry's mother. That could have been her daughter... 'It should be!'

Hermione Granger-Weasley—Leading politician in the Ministry of Magic, celebrated hero and wife of the enemy. Little miss perfect, always getting what she wants. It was then that an owl arrived, swooping in from the ceiling tunnels that led to the main chamber. It was clutching some yellow files.

After dropping them the owl disappeared again.

Curious, Lavender opened the files. They were ultra sound pictures of a baby, merely three weeks old. Why would she possibly want with pictures of an unborn child? She looked at where the file had come from. It only had a symbol of three coloured trapeziums arranged to form a triangular shape. Immediately a smile cropped up onto her strained face.

There was a hand written note on the bottom of a doctor certificate which read, "I've got another test subject for you."

Then she read the certificate and who it was for had made her grin even more. She was now more than fortunate. Finally, her vengeance will be complete.

-INFILTRATION-

Boy, Ron really despised waiting now, well at least more than ever. As soon as they arrived at Hogsmead, they walked all the way to Hogwarts completely rebuilt, and then were asked to see the Headmistress, Professor McGonagall.

She had the two Aurors checked out and cleared but then commanded they be aided by another Auror team.

'Anyone that thinks they could just infiltrate these very walls and nit just that but even think about opening the Chamber of Secrets, Basilisk or not, will be getting my full wrath!' she roared, a true Gryffindor, she was.

But now Ron and Harry were to stay seated patiently for the team to actually arrive.

'This is taking forever, complained Ron, fiddling with his fingers—a sign of his immense anxiety. Harry obviously understood his worries. If there was one thing that he knew about his best friend and Brother-in-law, was that Ron was a fighter, especially when it came to family.

There was nothing that he—that any of them wouldn't do for their families. That was what being a Weasley was about. That was why Harry loved them so much. That was why he loved his brother-in-law so much, because even before Harry married Ginny, Ron gave this orphan boy a family and one that considered him part of the family instantly.

This was the first time in a long time that he has ever seen Ron so concerned. The last time being during the Second Wizarding War, when Ron's entire family was at stake. Oh how it shudders in his bones every time he thought about their time on the run. Searching for the impossible while the possible were so out of reach.

But they survived. At great cost but they survived, and won.

So why does it never end, the dying, the danger?

If it wasn't their frantic fight for Hermione and Rose it was that calamity that muggle Bruce Wayne had warned about.

'There is no end, Ron,' he once told Ron right after Remus, Tonks and Fred's funeral which were joined, 'there's just the next battle.' Harry felt somewhat hypocritical. He wouldn't mind being able to leave the fight behind. Stay home, sell Quidditch supplies and grow old watching his children grow, and their children grow. That was a little fantasy of his. One he never told anyone about but then again it wasn't a hard guess.

It wouldn't be a surprise for Ron to desire such.

'We'll find them, Ron,' Harry tried his luck with reassuring his worried brother.

'I'm just thinking, Harry,' said Ron, he stopped fiddling with his fingers. 'How'd they find a way into the Chamber of Secrets?'

Harry shrugged, 'Maybe one of them was a Slytherin?'

Ron shook his head. 'The only ones capable of opening the doorway were Voldemort and You. It takes a special type of person.'

Harry pointed a finger at his red haired partner, 'Ah, but what about you? You made it into the Chamber of Secrets and you aren't Parselmouth?' he reminded him. 'How were you able to get in?'

Now it was Ron's turn to shrug. 'Don't know. Followed you, I guess.'

After they waited for their re-enforcement—seven young Auror men and women, Harry led them to the abandoned girl's bathroom.

Moaning Myrtle had all but left as well. 'Don't blame her. After abetting and assisting in attack of Hogwarts and in extension the death of Albus Dumbledore, I'd go as far away from where people know you to be.'

Harry all but agreed with Ron on that. Though they knew that Dumbledore's death was orchestrated by himself and Snape, no one else did. Well, up 'till Hermione gave full account on what had happened during the Second Wizarding War. All written down with testimonies from everyone involved especially the Chosen One himself, Harry James Potter, in a book titled The Deathly Hallows: War and The Fall of Voldemort.

The Aurors stood around the wash tubs which proved the entrance to Slytherine's secret room decades ago. They watched in anticipation and excitement for Harry to open the Chamber.

A loud hissing sound came from their War Hero's mouth, like a snake…nothing happened. Harry tried again but still there was no change. More than Harry was confused at this stage. Were they in the right place?

Ron's heart was about to drop. Then he saw it. The top of the washtubs, a crack of some sort circling around the bottom of the stone slab that usually lifted when opened. 'Wingardium Leviosa,' Ron tried and like a weightless feather in Charms Class, the stone slab lifted.

'What the hell?' swore Harry, his confusion still not diminished.

Ron sighed in frustration. 'I know how they got in,' he pointed at the flouting object. 'They smashed the effing thing off.'

'I guess in their world, Muscle stands over Mind.'

Ron nodded. He then gave Harry the honours of organising their men while Ron removed the other washers from their path.

'Now, the way down will be quick, it's like a slide, so I recommend a descending charm, slow us down a bit. While we're falling, on my mark will break into two groups led by myself and Auror Lieutenant Weasley.' Harry ordered and their men responded with a strong 'Yes Sir!'

'Okay, form ranks and wands at the ready,' Ron took his turn at the helm and dropping down first. As protocol, Harry was to remain at the foot with his wand out for security before he too dropped down into the dark hole.

They landed without so much as a thud. 'Okay, break into groups and whatever you do try not to look or react to the floor,' harry whispered.

Once teams were formed with the one Auror more going to Ron they waited for further instructions.

'There is no doubt that the hostiles don't know that we're here but in case they do, stay alert and ready,' again, Ron's turn at command. 'These aren't your typical werewolves. These have a strong held belief and ideology against us. They are also in full mind of their behaviour so be cautious, they plan.' He then lifted his wand pointing at where further down the tunnel away from the circular room now, diverged into two separate lanes. 'Harry's team will head for the left side, to the main chamber while my team goes to the right tunnel leading to smaller chambers. There will be a lot of them so my team can cover more grounds.

'Also, might I remind you all that this is a dangerous mission so refrain from gawking or jumpy at seeing famous sights.' As he said this several of them groaned in annoyance. It was like telling a kid they wouldn't be buying toys.

'Okay, form up and follow,' ordered Harry as his team disappeared. Then it was Ron's turn. His team of four speedily yet with stealth moved through the tunnel, wands out they made their way through. Oh and there was another addition to the Auror department—Standard shades that allowed the wearer to see in the dark like it was daylight.

It was only now when Ron looked at his own glasses that he saw a company trademark…a big 'W' with the words below, 'Wayne Enterprises'. He laughed to himself at this.

-o-

In the deep darkness of the Chamber of Secrets, Lavender Brown smiles wickedly, attempting to further taunt her victim. The best way to taunt an enemy is with a horrible truth.

'Congratulations, Granger,' she said.

Hermione opened her eyes and it looked like just doing that had drained her of energy. She was deprived of food and water for four to five days and still endure the Cruciatus Curse, her exhaustion was an understatement. 'What…what are you talking about?'

When Lavender presented the ultrasound and Hermione got a glimpse at the little being growing, her eyes had more than enough power to opened wide in fear and terror— Her heart racing at full speed. 'Congratulations, on the baby, Hermione.'

'What…I'm not pregnant!'

'Oh don't lie to me, Granger, you're crap at it.' She pulled back, straightening her back and begun anew her pacing. 'These were taken in secret from a muggle hospital in London. So I take it little Won Won doesn't yet know about his newest bundle of joy?'

'You can't leverage my loyalty with blackmail, Lav—I was going to tell him anyway—'

'Oh, know,' interrupted Lavender, 'It's not blackmail. I'm going to do this anyway whether you cooperate or not.'

Another shiver of fear entered into the ever strong heart of Hermione Weasley. 'What do you mean?'

'You see, my last test subject and creator of the Exochos Lycanthropos Super-serum, has just died. Complement of your husband.'

Hermione did not need any more to get the full picture—and it wasn't good. 'No, no please,' pleaded Hermione with teary eyes. 'No you can't,'

'I can and I will!' the werewolf snapped, her grin replaced by a crazed anger, showing her teeth as they turned into fangs.

Lavender relished now in Hermione's peril, her newly realised fear and terror. It brought a new sense of accomplishment. She could die now and still be happy, because she made Hermione Granger cry to the point of desperation. Complete her plan and it would be eternal.

'Please, Lav, I'm begging you, please. They haven't been born yet. Please.' Hermione pleaded, her own face strained with dread. She was now fiddling with the charmed ropes. 'For vengeance, you would destroy an innocent life?'

'Oh your distress is sweet, Hermione.'

-O-

Sweat was running down every single one of Harry's team. They were all fresh out of first stage training, Harry could see it in their all too nervous faces. New Wands, the seniors usually called the Aurors that completed their training and transferred for full enforcement.

There was a must in the air that Harry couldn't quite put his finger on except that it reminded him of Ginny a fair bit.

They came to where Harry knew would be a circular doorway with snakes on it. It was one like the main entrance had to be opened by telling it to open in parseltongue. But it wasn't there, or at least the barrier was not. It was just a hole in the wall. Again they had busted through Salazar Slytherin's most revered defences.

'Wow, Slytherin got burnt,' Faith, one of the Rookies joked.

'Werewolves probably didn't cross his mind,' said another.

Harry chastised them with a 'Shshhush, cut the wise cracking.' They passed through the portal and found themselves in the Grand Chamber. The giant Slytherin head stood watch, wasn't doing a great job, thought Harry. Wands raised the approached the pool of water at the far end when Harry realised something amiss…

'Mr Potter, sir!' called out Auror Bail. 'I think you should come over here, I've got something!'

They all dashed to where he now stood with a freezing young girl in his arms. It was Rose. Harry checked her heart rate. It was still beating, a little slow but she was alive. Her cold skin was warming up, a good sign in these circumstances.

'Rose?' Harry called her name and waited for a response. 'Rose, sweetie, are you alright?'

The young Weasley faintly nodded, her eyes still closed shut. Harry sighed. It was start.

'Bail, I need you and Mr Grant to take Rose Weasley here back to the surface and call McGonagall for more help.' The Auror nodded and without hesitation he and Auror Grant sped off with their quarry in Bail's good protection. Soon Harry was about to lead his men further down to the end where there would be a tunnel on the far right hand side where they could catch up with Ron's team.

It was when they passed the giant head did Harry remember…something was amiss and even Faith realised this. 'Where's the Basilisk?' she asked referring to the remains of the legendary creature of lack thereof.

Then without even a slight warning, WHOOOSH! The skeleton of the deceased basilisk shot out of the pool roaring and screeching. Its body still a skeleton, only now it had eyes again, and teeth.

In response the Aurors aimed their wands at the beast. Harry looked at his Aurors, men and women both—was scared, wearing fear over them. What a way to show them the ropes, eh? Harry knew Ron wouldn't have resisted in cracking a joke right about now.

'Watch out!' Harry yelled as Auror Greg, elite and best Auror in his unit, was knocked hard by the creature's enormous moving skull halfway across the chamber and smashing him hard against one of the giant snake ornamented heads. 'Break formation!'

-=W=-