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Chapter Thirty Three

Anton got back to the school fairly quickly compared to the rest of the staff, most had stayed to talk to other Order members or else had other jobs assigned to them that needed to be completed. Dumbledore was one of the first people to rush back to the Ministry in an attempt to further cover what had happened and to keep any suspicions under wraps and as far away from the truth as possible. Anton couldn't help but wish that Fate had been slightly less conspicuous with placing Rhoan back in the past.

He had decided to leave Teddy within the safety of the headquarters, and as the small boy had gone to sleep in his room as soon as they had got there it had seemed mean to Anton to wake him to bring him back to Hogwarts.

The school was in some bathed in wintry early morning light with only a few torches lit along the walls, it was close to the first bell and soon the halls would be filled with students. Anton swept quickly down the corridor with his mind ticking over what could possibly go wrong over the next few months in relation to the Horcruxes and keeping his, Rhoan's and Teddy's true appearances a secret.

His hand was reaching towards the closed door to the Hospital Wing when a strange whistling sound came from inside, confused Anton whipped his wand out and paused for a moment debating whether or not to blast the entry open, before he could have the chance to fully decide the whistling he could hear increased noticeably in pitch, Anton took a step closer to the door and raised his wand the words on his lips, before he could complete the spell the wooden door suddenly cracked at its hinges and blew outwards towards Anton.

The wood hit him hard and it along with a powerful blast of wind threw him against the wall behind him where he felt his head connect viciously with the hard stonework. His head span wildly and his vision blurred and for a few seconds he simply lay where he had fallen stunned.

Anton's brain slowly kicked in again and he shook his head to clear it of the fog that was swirling within it. Through the now open doorway he saw two figures engaged in fighting.

One blurry figure was clinging with one hand to a bed and was blasting out a grey smoke like substance, the other was standing erect pouring a blue substance out of their hands.

It took Anton wasted moments to connect to what he was seeing, once he had he jumped up ignoring the pain this sent down his body and ran into the infirmary his sight finally clear.

His feet slapped against the soaking floor but he paid it no notice, apart from the one bed Rhoan was clinging to, the others had been smashed against the walls with the force of the wind, tables and cabinets lay wrecked in the middle. Madam Pomfrey was sprawled face up with her eyes closed in the entrance to her office, it was impossible to tell if she was breathing or not.

Rhoan was white faced and shaking slightly not having fully recovered from his return, he fixed Anton was a quick glare as Anton dodged a torrent of icy water and arrived next to him.

'Did you fail to notice Ofelia happened to be masquerading as Umbridge?' Rhoan demanded and Anton shot a blast of fire across the room.

'Umbridge was Ofelia!' Anton said realising he wasn't as surprised as he probably should be 'I knew there was something off about her.'

'You think!'

Ofelia dressed in Umbridge's pink cardigan had an unnervingly calm expression on her face even though she was in the middle of a fight with two other Elementals.

'What the hell are you doing here?' Anton shouted to her 'get bored of playing Voldemorts lackey?'

'Oh if only you knew,' was her frosty reply as yet more poured from her outstretched hands and rushed towards the two adoptive brothers. It met with a wall of fire that halted its journey somewhat and then what did manage to bypass the rough partition was repelled backwards as strongly as possible by gusts of wind.

'This isn't right!' Rhoan yelled across the noise 'she's up to something.'

Anton frowned in agreement and threw an extra hot blast of fire at his enemy, it hit her square in the centre of her chest and lifted her off her feet and knocked her to the floor.

Grim satisfaction shot through Anton and he lowered his hands slightly, low laughing rang out in the silence that had descended, it came from the fallen form of Ofelia and it sent his skin crawling.

He could hear from outside the sides of running footsteps and for a moment he relaxed, it must be other teachers. He couldn't have been more disappointed when he heard Fudge's voice ring out.

'Check the Wing!'

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ofelia gulp down the contents of a small vial which could only have contained Polyjuice as she turned back into Umbridge complete with bulbous eyes. Rhoan hit out with a spurt of wind, it caught Ofelia and threw her against an upturned bed yet she didn't fight back, she just laughed again.

'Good Merlin!' came an exclamation from the doorway.

Four Aurors stood at the doorway with their wands out, they were all loyal to the Ministry and then later to Voldemort and Anton suspected it wasn't by chance, Anton's suspicions were confirmed when Ofelia shrieked.

'Minister! Thank goodness you're here, they attacked me! And have injured the poor nurse!'

'What!' Rhoan yelled furiously 'you take that back you evil hag!'

Anton turned angrily to the door to try to point out what was really happening, before he could one of the aurors tossed a glowing red ball into the room, it rolled to a stop at Anton's feet and he recognised it instantly a sinking feeling coming over him.

'Oh Shi…'

It exploded. The blast threw Anton backwards and for the second time that night his head rang as it connected with stone.

The dazer had done its job and had successfully half stunned him, before he was able to get back a grip of what was happening a dark figure in auror robes stood over him pointing his wand.

'Stupefy!'

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Consciousness came slowly, Anton was immediately assaulted with a splitting headache and he let out a small groan.

'Oh you're awake then.' Came the voice of Rhoan from somewhere nearby.

'Shut up.' Was Anton's growl, bracing himself he flicked his eyes open to see what situation he was in now.

The ceiling above his was smooth and grey and the room wherever it was, was badly lit. He was lying on a hard thin mattress and as he pushed himself up onto his elbows he was met with plain grey walls at the bottom of his bed was a small sink.

'I suspect the reason you were out so long has to do with that big gash on the back of your head,'

'Shh,' Anton groaned again putting a hand to the back of his head, he could feel dried blood in his hair and didn't bother feeling any further.

Turning he saw Rhoan sitting sideways on another metal bunk opposite him with his legs tucked up beneath him, he was leaning on the wall and his pallor was a close shade, his silvery grey hair didn't help either, he was dressed in loose grey bottoms with a white t-shirt. As Anton forced himself to sit up he realised he'd been stripped of everything but his dark socks, black jeans and black shirt angrily he realised the firestone was gone from around his neck- that was the invisibility gone then.

'How are you feeling?' he asked.

Rhoan shot him a weak grin 'I'm fine physically, I'm just tired, long haul flight.'

Anton snorted but immediately regretted it when his head gave a nasty throb.

'We at the Ministry?'

'I don't think so' Rhoan shook his head 'I was awake when they brought us here, I think this is an outpost, a couple of cells, that kind of thing. I'm not sure how long we've been here but I'd say it's been a good few hours. We've also been fitted with anti-magic ankle bracelets.'

Anton pulled up his jean leg to see the thin purple band circling his ankle 'What's the charge of our arrest?'

Rhoan frowned 'they didn't say, they didn't say anything actually, just shoved us in here and left us' he paused and let a slight smirk play on his lips 'maybe it's because we defended ourselves from a supposed ministry official'

'Well it's lucky we didn't attack one then,' Anton replied dryly 'just imagine the trouble we'd be in then.'

Rhoan closed his eyes and opened his mouth 'well anyway whatever's happening its not legal,' he began narrating a few of the laws he had learnt from his father and brother 'Ministry decree no. 435. All prisoners must be recited the reasons for their arrest and informed of their rights. All prisoners must be allowed access to medical aid, all prisoners are allowed to contact a legal representative upon their arrival at a Ministry building.

'So definitely not legal then.' Anton's gaze fell on the only other piece of furniture which was a tiny metal table with a jug of water and two plastic tumblers sitting on the top of it.

The sound of sliding metal had them both swivelling their heads to the heavy metal door that stood between their beds, it ground open and an auror they recognised as a later ally of the Ministry in the war stood before them, behind him also with her wand raised was another ministry ally. It appeared that Ofelia was making sure they were not put in contact with any Order members.

'You have three minutes to use the toilet,' he gestured to Rhoan 'you first.'

'What it is to be well-liked,' Rhoan said sardonically.

'Be quite,' he ordered, he pointed to Anton 'and you stay where you are.'

'Your every wish is my command,' Anton intoned.

The wizard ignored him and ushered Rhoan from the room, Anton was left on his own, three minutes later Rhoan returned, or at least it looked like Rhoan.

Anton could tell instantly it wasn't him, his adoptive brother would not have stared at him speculatively as this person did, Rhoan did not have that certain swagger in his walk, his brother looked like hell and this person looked completely healthy, Rhoan did not pull the expression this person was pulling. And he hadn't had that that sharp look in his eyes three minutes earlier.

They had had to be vigilant in the future, watching everything, more than once a dark wizard had slipped into their ranks disguised as newly deceased comrade. Of course it was harder to spot known characteristics in people you knew concealed in people you didn't know so well but it was easier the other way round. This explained how he instantly knew this person wasn't Rhoan but had missed Ofelia's mask of Umbridge.

Anton kept his gaze firmly fixed on his mystery guest, the person stared back for a few moments before opening their mouth to speak but Anton bluntly cut them off.

'I don't suppose you've seen my brother on your way here?' he said politely 'he's your height, he's got the same hair colour and remarkably I think you've even got the same face, you don't know where he is do you?'

--

Rhoan shifted slightly in his hard metal chair, his hands were bound behind his back and his feet were stuck to the chair legs. The room he had been brought to was tiny, only room for two seats and a table. Across from him sat Fudge and behind stood Yaxley.

'Well Mr Lukyen it appears we are free to speak at last,' Fudge said coolly.

Rhoan kept his face blank 'this is one unusual toilet Minister, if I didn't know better I'd swear this was an interrogation room.'

An unpleasant smirk settled on Fudge's face 'one way or another I will discover the truth behind you and your brother Rhoan.'

'It's always nice to know the truth,' Rhoan said coldly 'but sometimes you should just mind your own business.'

Anger filled the Ministers face 'don't tell me to mind my own business! I am the Minister of Magic, and I will get my answers.'

'Nothing short of veritaseum will force me to give some things up.' Rhoan snarled 'or are you planning of illegally dosing me with it, I wouldn't suppose it would matter too much though, after everything illegal you've already done.'

'You attacked Madam Umbridge!' Fudge shouted 'you deserve everything you have coming to you!'

'You haven't arrested us for it though,' Rhoan pointed out 'it begs the question of what exactly you were doing in the school, hoping for the chance of us protecting ourselves, or perhaps the truth, it was already planned and staged, you intended to capture us. But…' Rhoan mused 'if you had a perfectly valid reason for arresting us, why weren't the proper actions followed?'

A dangerous smile came across Fudge's face 'no one knows you're here,' he smirked 'no one knows where you are or what happened, you and your brother, for all intents and purposes, have disappeared.'

--

Dumbledore stood in centre of the Hospital Wing, they had not discovered the ruin inflicted until well into the morning when a sixth year had gone to get dose of headache potion. Madam Pomfrey was unconscious, they were as of yet unable to ascertain what had happened to her, she had no physical injuries and the magic that clung to her was not known by any of the top Healers or Wizards. She just wasn't waking.

After the nurse had been transported to St Mungo's (along with a secret Order guard) everyone else got down to figuring out what had happened. No one had been around at the time and so no one had witnessed the events, the abundance of water, scorched stonework and the room looking like a tornado had hit left few in doubt as to who had been involved however.

The Ministry had been in contact with Dumbledore, he had been told that no arrests had been made and no Ministry officials were near the Hospital Wing, to the headmasters annoyance he learnt that Fudge and a couple of Aurors had come into the school but without proof he had no idea if they were actually involved.

All he knew was that his Defence teacher was missing along with a new survivor from the future, and once again Voldemort's most powerful ally was implicated.

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'First an easy question,' an Auror named Roberts began 'date of birth?'

Rhoan stared with open animosity at the future Voldemort follower.

'I require an answer.' The man snapped as Rhoan failed to respond.

Rhoan mind whirled for a few seconds, he knew Anton had celebrated a birthday making him twenty three, Rhoan decided to stick with always being older than his friend.

'18th September. I'm twenty four.'

'So the year you were born would be…' the Auror said with the tone of one talking to a child.

'Since you're the intelligent one, just count back from this year twenty four times,' Rhoan snarled 'I'm sure your brain can cope with it.'

The Auror's eyes blazed with anger and his and flinched towards his wand.

'Don't say something I'll have to make you regret.'

'Down to threats now are you?'

The middle aged red haired man flew to his feet, whipping out his wand he shot a spell at Rhoan, it hit him hard in his middle. Rhoan bit down on a cry of pain as his chair flipped backwards and he landed on his joined hands.

A second Auror who's been standing behind Rhoan grabbed the chair and slammed him back up, the first Auror let out a cruel laugh.

'I believe we're past threats.'

Rhoan sneered at the man, he'd endured far, far worse than this, he wasn't afraid of this tormenter. Not even close. It would take more than a couple of bruises to succeed in that respect.

--

'Anton what are you talking about?' Fake Rhoan asked as if he was genuinely confused 'I'm your brother.'

'No you're not,' Anton replied levelling his gaze at the man 'if you are my brother prove you're him.'

'How am I supposed to do that?' Fake Rhoan said trying to project the right facial expressions, 'Anton are you okay?'

If he hadn't known before it wasn't Rhoan he would now, Rhoan would never have asked how to prove his identity.

'Tell me something only we know.'

A look of slight worry passed over the man's face, but as quickly as it arrived it was replaced with a bemused expression, as Anton watched he went and poured himself a glass of water, he was stalling.

Then as his back was turned Anton saw him raise his hand to one of his ears before turning back a confident look back on his face.

'We were both home schooled by our great aunt.'

'Were we?' Anton said enquired graciously thinking of how Rhoan might have been forced to tell the Ministry officials something they believed to be the truth.

'Yes,' the Fake Rhoan smiled confident that he had proved himself.

Anton fixed an expression of seriousness on his face and said quietly 'I have to tell you something.'

He saw the gleam of expectation on the spy's face as he leaned in to hear what Anton had to say.

Anton leaned in as well and whispered 'I don't believe you.'

The man snapped backwards as if electrocuted he glared angrily at Anton 'what the hell do you mean, you don't believe me!'

Anton shrugged trying to look relaxed 'better luck on your next plan.

The fake Rhoan stormed out furious at having failed, he slammed the metal door shut and Anton heard the bolts sliding back into place. Now alone he let his mind wonder worriedly as to where his brother might be and what might be happening.

He was halted in his thinking as a painful ache shot through his side making him lean forward slightly, no sooner as it had started it was over, Anton didn't bother trying to work out how long it must have been since he last had his potion. Anton straightened up letting out the breath he had been holding. He didn't like to think that it would happen again.

Minutes later the door was reopened and Yaxley stood filling the doorway.

'You!' he spat 'Minister wants to speak to you.'

'Joy of joys,' Anton muttered sarcastically getting up from the hard bed.

'Now!'

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