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Chapter Fifteen: The Marauders Return
"Mk-One to base, come in- over?"
"This is base, MK-One. Go ahead."
"Base… be advised, all hostiles neutralized."
"Mk-One, command one here, any casualties?"Bill Hoag took over the com from Corporal Pearson.
"No casualties, Command"
"Acknowledged. Good work, MK-One. Return to command for immediate medical evaluation and debriefing after.
"Negative, command; will investigate report of strange activity in region-over."
"MK-One, this is command one. I am issuing you a direct order: Report for immediate medical evaluation and following debrief- acknowledge?"
Only static returned over the com link in regard to Commander Hoag's order. Growling under his breath, Bill hit the com link again.
"MK-One…acknowledge?"
"Damn it, Harry! You get your arse back here on the double!" Bill pounded his fist uselessly against the com panel, venting his frustration.
Six straight days in the field without rest and he was still out looking for more trouble. This couldn't go on.
Bill turned the com back over to his subordinate, Corporal Jessica Pearson. She was a rather attractive little brunette that he'd been amused to see, catch Harry's eye a time or two when he thought no one noticed.
Up until then he had his doubts that Harry was human, let alone a male of the species. He was relieved to find otherwise.
Briefly he considered getting Draco on the horn, but he doubted that even Draco would be able to reason with Harry at this point.
Making his decision he instructed Pearson… "Get Vance up here on the double."
Harry pulled himself up to the highest branch that would safely support his weight. His eyes scanned over the endless sea of foliage below him. There wasn't a break in the tree cover for miles in all direction, at least not one large enough for the dark rituals his contact reported were rumored to be held in the region.
Even a summoning of a lesser daemon required an exact configuration of stars and for that one needed a clear sky overhead.
He let his empathic senses flow once again.
There! He could sense something sinister but it was all around him… he just couldn't pinpoint it. It was just a sort of… wrongness.
This damned jungle is making me barmy!
He never once considered that it was the lack of rest over the past week that was dulling his senses.
He conjured a canteen full of cool water with little more than a wave of his hand. He took a long pull and then dumped the remaining contents over his sweaty brow.
Thankfully he'd foregone the weight of his armor in favor of his Knight Watch fatigues. Though his uniform was now so sweat soaked that it made little difference. He felt like he was wading in quick sand with every step, and an hour back- he was!
Base had warned him that the Amazon basin was hot this time of year, but this? There was nothing but thick cloying jungle for endless miles in all directions. He'd escaped the dank humidity of the jungle below, but now the sun over head was baking him alive.
He briefly considered climbing back down and continuing his fruitless search amongst the humid, unending foliage and army of stinging insects, which he kept at bay with frequent repellant charms.
At least up here there's a slight breeze…slight.
His Knight Watch insignia vibrated silently on his chest- base was trying to reach him.
He considered ignoring their summons. After some deliberation, he sighed in resignation and activated his com link. They'd just keep trying if he didn't respond anyway.
"This is MK-One, over."
"Harry its, Abby"
Damn, Bill
"What can I do for you Sgt. Vance?" He dropped most, but not all formality. He knew she would be irritated and smiled cheekily, despite his fatigue.
Abby scowled at the formality of his using her rank.
"Harry…" she stressed the usage of his first name. "It's time to come home and take some down time… please." she added, appealing to his weakness for female pleading.
"Unnecessary, base. I've managed the mandatory four hours of sleep per night that's required to maintain sufficient field effectiveness-over."
"You're lying to me, Harry. I want you to return immediately for medical evaluation, after which you are relieved of duty for seven days R and R per Commander Hoag's orders."
"S-Say again base… you're b-breaking up-p-p…."
Static erupted over the link from what had been a crystal clear connection only moments before.
Abigail Vance narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
So you want to play, eh?
"Harry, if you don't return immediately,… I'll bring her here. Bill would hire her in a heartbeat!"Abby threatened.
"Who?" came Harry's voice back on over a suddenly clear link.
"Hermione" Abby smirked triumphantly
"Ha-Ha-Ha… you had me going there Vance.", came back his chuckling response. "She's nearly nine months preggers. She couldn't travel if she wanted to."
Abby scowled at the microphone she was holding.
Fine….
"Then I'll bring the other. Hell, I'll even train her myself. Make her a field operative in Dray's unit. Her little purple friend could be their team mascot. How'll that be?" she all but crowed into the com.
Static was her only response.
"Harry…?" she tapped the com link.
Thunder echoed ominously, growing louder as if a storm were suddenly blowing in from what had been a cloudless sky only moments before.
He was coming faster than expected, but they were ready.
Abby and company shielded their eyes as the command center filled with bluish-white light and the building rocked beneath their feet from the accompanying thunder clap.
Harry materialized in front of Abby who chided herself for having taken a half step back in spite of herself.
"You wouldn't dare!" Harry growled advancing on her.
Merlin above, he looked worse than she'd imagined. His hair was plastered to his head, matted and sweaty with rivulets of perspiration running into his blood shot, dark rimmed eyes. His uniform was covered in grime and looked as if it was completely saturated with sweat.
He smelled like he'd been rolling in dragon dung and looked like he'd been shite from said dragon prior.
Due to his fatigue filled rage, Harry noticed, too late, that she'd nodded to someone over his advancing shoulder.
He blurred to the right, but as fast as he was, Draco had been ready for him. He hit Harry with a level four stunner in the back of the head- knocking him out instantly.
There were five levels of stunning spells. The first level was of that first taught to second year students. It was fairly safe and only rarely did more than make the recipient a little woozy. Second level was less safe and employed mainly in tournament duels. Third was of the variety used by aurors in the field to bring done wanted criminals and the effects of which lasted from twenty minutes to hours depending upon the strength of the witch or wizard employing the curse on. Level fours were reserved for putting down rampaging beasts, werewolves and the like. Strong and occasionally even-lethal if the wizard casting was a little too overzealous. Then there was a level five: only Harry could whip out one of those. He could probably drop a full grown giant or a dragon with the power he could put behind his spells.
-Abby threw a cushioning charm at the floor to keep him from injuring himself when he hit.
"Phew! What have you been swimming in Potter?" Draco groused in revulsion, toeing Harry's arm cautiously as he made sure Harry was down for the count. An enraged Magical Knight was the last thing he wanted to deal with if he wasn't.
"Good work, Lieutenant." Commander Hoag complimented as he signaled a waiting guard.
"Get him to medical on the double."
"Sir, yes sir." The private jumped to obey.
"Remember at all times… he's a magical knight, understood?" Hoag needlessly reminded the man to show the utmost respect at all time in dealing with Harry.
"All our lives before his, sir." the man vowed with a fist to his heart in salute.
"Good man." Hoag complimented. "What's your name son?"
"Collins, sir." the private answered as he carefully levitated Harry toward the exit.
"I'll remember, Collins." his commander promised.
"Thank you, sir."
Once Collins left with his charge, Hoag turned his attention back to Draco and Abby.
"He's one of your men?" he asked Draco knowingly.
Draco nodded.
"He's a credit to your command."
"Thank you, sir." Draco returned with an appreciative smile.
Hoag turned his attention to Abby. "I'm sorry for the spot I put you in, Abby. It's my responsibility, but he'll blame you for it." Hoag warned her.
Abby nodded. "This can't go on, sir? He's killing himself. If she wasn't so far along I'd half consider bringing Hermione here just to try and talk some sense into him."
"I'd considered that course myself." Hoag confided, surprising his subordinates.
He cocked a knowing grin. "Well, there is the added bonus that she's a brilliant researcher. The magical sensors were off the scale this morning during that little brouhaha he had, and that's after a week without sleep. He's a strong man, but no one's that strong. He doesn't seem to realize that if we lose him we lose everything. Harry isn't just the founder of Knight Watch,… he is Knight Watch. We'd lose our backing in a heartbeat without him spearheading this organization, not to mention what we would lose personally."
"He's never been able to understand that people care about him,… not really." Abby clarified.
"Maybe we should bring Hermione Weasley onboard at some point? Despite having a newborn, she might be willing to sign on in a limited consulting basis or something? It would be worth it if for no other reason than being able to reason with him" Hoag considered.
"I'm afraid that would do more harm than good, sir?" Draco added tentatively. "She's as much a part of his decision to leave as the rest of them. As close of friends as they are; she tends to mother and bully him to accept her side of things and he's just not having it anymore. If she had her way, we wouldn't be standing here now." Draco intimated.
"It's like that then?" Hoag asked Abby her opinion.
Abby grimaced. "Draco was actually being a tad kind, sir. It's kind of like the old saying: "You can love your family, but that doesn't mean you have to like them? It's not to the point that he dislikes her as yet, but he's not really ready to try and patch things up, not that it's for him to do so, either."
Hoag nodded in agreement. "It's on them. He's done all that's ever been asked of him and a lot more that hasn't. Neither recognized, nor appreciated by the wizarding populace of England, but,... his own family should know better. It's a dirty shame for him and for us, we could use Weasley here."
They spent the better part of the evening discussing spit balling over ideas to try and get Harry to slow down and relax a little. After all, even Harry couldn't change the entire world in a few short months?
"I think we should press him to move forward with his quidditch plans, stroke of genius that." Bill complimented.
"It's still a lot of work, only of a different variety." Abby cautioned worriedly.
Draco nodded. "Yes, but it's safe,.. well, er it's safer than field work." he quickly amended at seeing the incredulous looks shot at him by his companions. "Besides, it's something that he truly enjoys doing. He's a natural flyer, always has been."
"And I suppose the fact that he wants you to second him is something you hadn't considered, either?" Abigail teased her partner.
"It never occurred to me." Draco feigned innocence.
"Let's get Raynock on the floo and see where Gringotts is with finding us a proper location? Once we've got that than we can proceed with.. wha..?"He left off as his com link started buzzing furiously.
Bill tapped his insignia. "Hoag here."
"Sir, its Collins, Sir. Healer Pomfrey requests yours and the Knight's personal guard here on the double!"
Though each had their own duties within Knight Watch, neither Draco or Abby had been willing to relinquish their responsibility in guarding Harry's welfare, so special consideration had been afforded them. They were known as Knight's Guard; a term that they were particularly proud of.
Bill eyed his two companions warily. They could all here the alarm in the young man's voice over the com.
"We're on our way, Pvt. Collins" Hoag responded nodding his companions toward the exit.
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." came Collins grateful voice back as they left the command center.
Bill, Draco and Abigail entered medical bay one at something less than a dead run and more than a brisk walk… they were leaders after all.
Bill's arm shot out pressing Draco and Abigail back against the nearest wall protectively just as a desk came careening thru the air and struck the door they'd just entered with thunderous force, splintering on impact and showering them with shards of wood. Each shared a wary look as they drew their wands and made for the inner exam rooms.
They rounded a corner to find themselves caught in the wake of a malestrom. Medical instruments careened around the room in a tempest that continued to grow and expand outward, gathering force with each revolution.
Pvt. Collins was casting shield after shield trying to protect Healer Pomfrey, (Marcus Pomfrey, first cousin of Poppy Pomfrey and the only competent healer she would allow to treat Harry Potter, aside from herself), as the besieged and battered man struggled against buffeting winds to try and reach Harry Potter's bedside.
Harry, himself, appeared to be in the throes of a horrific nightmare. He shouted out mostly unintelligible things as he tossed and turned on his bed which was, thankfully, secured to the floor by both bolts and permanent sticking charms.
Though mostly grunts and groans of anger mixed with terror, some of his speech was understandable,… and what he said chilled the new arrival's blood within their veins.
Vaguely, Abigail Vance recalled Madam Pomfrey intimated that Harry would call out things in his sleep that was not meant for mortal ears.
Pomfrey had been far too kind.
Abby turned horrified, grief laden eyes to Draco who nodded his wish for her to leave, which she gratefully did, fleeing the infirmary in tears.
It was worse than she had ever imagined. Whatever torment Harry was reliving, he was reliving it as a child; for it was in his childhood voice that he cried out in pain and fear. It would not be till hours later,(after several calming draughts), that she would come to realize she had bore witness to Harry's fight for survival at the Battle of the Ministry; when the 'Ministry Six' fought twice their number in seasoned Death Eaters to a draw, only to eventually lose Harry's Godfather; the battle's only casualty.
Draco and Commander Hoag vanished every swirling projectile they could until finally only the buffeting winds were all that held Healer Pomfrey at bay from reaching his patient.
Was it the winds or the terror in a young Harry's voice as he cried out: "Get away from her Dolohov! Get away you bastard! No! Hermione? Hermione ,speak to me?"Harry begged, having rushed to his fallen friend's aid.
Moments later they witnessed his godfather's demise, having fallen thru the Veil.
"Sirius! Sirius where are you? No, Moony,…let me go! He's there. He's just there. I can reach him. He's calling me. Let go Moony. No, he's not dead, he's not!"
Harry grunted and strained against his tattered bed sheets as if he was fighting free from restraining hands.
"You did this! You killed, Sirius, you sick bitch and I'm gonna kill you!" he threatened Bellatrix Lestrange and gave chase.
The two shared looks of both intrigue and horror as they listened to a fifteen year old boy's vantage point as he fought the darkest wizard in history to a draw.
"Take that you bastard! There's no place dark enough for you to hide, scum. Did you think you could treat my family to a funeral and get away with it? I'll be coming for you, Tom. You won't have to look for me, I'll be right behind you!" Harry vowed as Voldemort made good his escape.
The wind in the infirmary died in an instant fooling the witness' into a false sense calm before Harry's body erupted in golden flames and the song of thousands of phoenixes filled the infirmary to a deafening crescendo.
"Merlin above!" Healer Pomfrey bellowed in shock and wonder, staring awestruck down at his enflamed patient.
Hoag and Draco shared a worried look that galvanized them into action.
Draco grabbed Harry's flaming shoulders without the slightest hesitation, not even registering that the flames were not harming him but actually leaped up into his body and felt…wondrous.
He shook Harry forcibly demanding that he "WAKE UP!"
Bill grabbed the hypo from Healer Pomfrey's shaking hand and slammed it into Harry's thigh.
Harry's eyes snapped groggily open and he'd barely registered a feeble "Draco?" of weary surprise before the effects of the sedative hit, knocking him into dreamless unconsciousness.
Hoag stepped back sighing in relief. Draco just stared at his hands as if having seen them for the first time, the effects of the Fire; still coursing thru his veins healing any and all old hurts and filling his soul with…light.
The two would spend hours talking long into the night over a bottle of single malt.
Seven days later….
Steel rang against steel as their swords crossed. Every day for the last four days, Harry had devoted himself to training, both of himself and his fellow Knight Watch comrades. None were exempt from training whether they were field operatives, researchers or healers. All members were required to be able to defend themselves, their fellow members and the civilian population.
LIVES CAME FIRST.
All, but a mere handful, watched this morning's final duel as they had each day this past week. Everyday ended with a live duel between instructors followed by observation and evaluation by all parties present.
Knight Watch would accept nothing less than the best, and for that they were trained by the best. This afternoon was an exception. Arguably, the two finest sword masters in the world, were dueling for both the education of their charges,(not to mention their enjoyment), and their own personal need to keep their skills razor sharp, along with their blades.
They were engaged in a three blood duel. The first person to draw blood three times-won.
Draco's left wrists dribbled blood and a small patch of redness was present on the shirt he wore over his right rib cage where Harry's blade crossed his body on Draco's lunge.
Harry's left pant leg was stained mid-thigh and his left shoulder had rivulets of blood running down toward his elbow.
They'd been at it nearly twenty minutes- a very long time for a duel, even amongst masters, and neither showed the slightest hint of fatigue. If anything they looked to be savoring every moment.
Harry eyes glowed emerald fire and Draco's were the gray of winter frost as each flowed, their blades, arms and souls as one, committed to the task at hand.
Harry's blade ducked low barely missing Draco's lead ankle, he reversed his grip and brought his sword up , lightning fast in a backward rising arc that missed Draco's armpit by a whisker.
Draco twisted his upper body around the path of Harry's ascending blade and drove his sword backward in a two handed grip straight at Harry's unprotected midsection. He knew he had him. For the first time, ever, he was about to beat Harry Potter.
Eagerly awaiting Harry's surrender, lest he be skewered. Harry's call of acquittal never came. Instead Draco's blade was knocked from his hand and clattered across the floor coming to a rest against the far wall.
Draco wrenched his head around, his nerveless fingers grasping at air to find Harry's tight fist in the air where his sword once was. Harry had struck Draco's sword from his hand in a downward hammer strike of his bare fist against the flat of Draco's blade.
Nobody was that fast-Nobody,… not even Harry Potter!
Draco stared in wide eyed shock as Harry sheathed his blade instead of claiming victory by making a last cut to his unprotected opponent.
"Finish it." Draco accepted his defeat. He'd lost, his honor required no less.
"It is finished" Harry smirked, shaming Draco, or so he thought.
Draco was about to protest when Harry raised the bottom of his fist up to display the fresh cut on his outer wrist.
The audience gasped as Draco stared in wide eyed disbelief.
He had been right, not even Harry was that fast, but only just.
Abigail squealed excitedly and launched herself at Draco's still stunned form, enveloping him in a fierce hug of congratulations as the rest of the audience, of his comrades, began to cheer and applaud.
Harry quirked a half smile and turned on his heel, making his way to the locker to drown his defeat in a long hot shower. He only made it twenty feet before Pomfrey raised his wand expectantly. Harry was about to wave the irritating man off, but Commander Hoag sidled up alongside the physician, fixing Harry with a stern look as he handed him a fresh towel to mop his sweaty brow with. Harry sighed and paused as the healer smugly ran his wand over him and instantly healed his minor cuts.
"How do you feel?" Pomfey asked off handedly as he examined his wands diagnostic results.
"I'm fi… "Harry paused from delivering his trademark 'fine', at seeing Hoag's eyebrow arch and hastily amended.. "I'm well, thank you."
Healer Pomfrey nodded in satisfaction. "A nutrient potion and muscle regenerator before bed time and then you're cleared for active duty…"
"Thank ,Merlin." Harry gasped in relief, cutting Pomfrey off.
"After the weekend." Pomfrey finished with a cunning smirk.
Harry narrowed his eyes and growled, "That was low."
Pomfrey shrugged as Hoag chuckled at Harry disgruntled reaction.
Harry was about to deliver a stinging return when Bill held up his hand and informed him, "You have a visitor."
"Griphook?" Harry asked hopefully. Harry's account manager had been scouring the surrounding area, searching for an appropriate site to further Harry's dream.
Hoag shook his head, smiling facetiously. "Raynock", he corrected.
"Raynock's here?" Harry asked in surprise.
Bill nodded. "He's waiting in your office."
Harry began to turn to the lift that would take him up to the executive level, but Bill's hand caught his arm.
Harry turned back to find Bill grimacing and wiping his sweat filled hand on Harry's towel that was draped around his shoulders, grousing, "Take a shower first, you stink."
"Thanks" Harry crumbled as he turned back toward the shower rooms.
He emerged from the shower and was toweling himself dry as he used a full length mirror to appraise the many scars that crisscrossed his torso.
He was distracted by someone clearing his throat.
Harry hastily reapplied his glamour with a wave of his hand as he turned to the source.
Draco was at his locker with a towel draped around his waist. "You don't need to hide those from me or anyone else here, Harry." Draco commented distractedly. "It's the man, not his trappings that count."
"That what it says in your book?" Harry asked dubiously.
"In anyone's book, Harry. Anyone that counts that is?" he amended.
Harry looked less than unconvinced.
"Cho dug the scars."he grinningly reminded him of the time he stepped out of the loo, starkers, into his bedroom to find an embarrassed Cho Chang had been entering the room at the time.
He'd grown accustomed to living as a bachelor and hadn't accounted for unexpected visitors, especially in the master bedroom.
Cho's initial embarrassment had quickly worn off to be replaced by, well…,
Harry rolled his eyes, fighting down a blush the memory brought "She only sees the whole hero thing, not the man."
"She saw it all." Draco chortled.
"Don't you have some place to be?" Harry scowled.
"Not really." Draco returned airily as if he could take the mickey all day. He sobered, however, and asked what was bothering him.
"Harry,… you didn't,… you didn't let me win, right?" he asked uncertainly.
"Since when are you so insecure?" Harry shot back incredulously.
Draco shrugged… "It's just that I've never,… even when we played quidditch against each other, I could never…?"
"I always try to win, Draco, always." Harry cut him off with his assurance. "Today was no different than any other. You won today, but that doesn't mean that I won't win tomorrow, got it?" Harry challenged.
Draco smiled appreciatively. "Got it"
Harry entered his office to find, Raynock poised at his office window watching Knight Watch finish training for the day.
He turned with a broad smile as Harry entered.
Harry approached and dropped respectfully to one knee and bowed his head." Milord I'm honored by your presence and apologize for keeping you waiting."
Raynock's long ears drooped slightly, overwhelmed by the honor that Harry so respectfully afforded him. It was so unheard of to have even the lowliest wizard show such reverence to a goblin, any goblin.
"Rise my esteemed, knight. It is I that am honored."
Harry deftly rose and gratefully accepted the Goblin's hand in greeting.
"I bring good tidings my young friend." Raynock began.
Harry nodded patiently, waving toward the chair of his desk, indicating that Raynock should assume his own seat.
Raynock scowled at his young charge and conjured his own plush chair with a snap of his gray fingers, reminding, "This is your office, Harry."
Harry shrugged off the rebuff and held up a bottle of aged mead, from his service bar, expectantly.
Raynock grinned toothily and held up three fingers.
Harry's eyebrow rose. "Good tidings indeed!"
Raynock nodded. "We've found a suitable location."
"Excellent!" Harry nearly crowed in his delight. "Where?"
"Madagascar" Raynock replied.
"M-Madagascar!" Harry nearly choked on his drink. "But that's half a world away?"
Raynock nodded. "And ideally located between Europe and the Far East.
Harry continued to vent his reluctance. "A different language, economy, customs?"
"They mostly speak English and better than you do, my knight. Gringotts is opening a new branch there next month. This venture would boost their already surging economy and the people would relish the opportunity we offer, not to mention we have no current foundation in that sector and it would greatly stabilize the region."
"Foundation?" harry questioned.
Raynock nodded excitedly. "Here's what I was thinking. Let's not do this halfway, but establish another Foundation in the region with an adjoining stadium and sports complex. We could lease the stadium in the off season to the non-magicals; they have a rather good football team I'm reliably informed and are sadly in need of updated facilities to accommodate their growing patronage. A Knight Watch program is sorely needed as there is still a great deal of terrorism, pirating, drug trafficking in the region, and that's just the non-magicals. We've been getting reports of rising dark activity in Kenya and the Middle East. Knight Watch would stabilize the region and the economy would flourish secondarily."
Harry reluctantly nodded his agreement in principal, but... "We've only just established here. I haven't even begun to look into recruitment. We simply don't have the manpower to instigate another program right now. We're already taxed to the limit and I refuse to scavenge personnel from the other sites, thereby weakening their own already tenuous positions."
Raynock smiled knowingly. "I believe recruitment is Command's responsibility?" Raynock reminded his charge. "Actually, I have an entire contingent of suitable candidates at my disposal that are looking for just such an opportunity?" he suggested vaguely.
Daring to hope, Harry asked, "Are they any good?"
Raynock smirked cunningly. "In my modest opinion they're as good as any you currently employ."
Harry's eyes bugged out in surprise. Goblins did not compliment lightly.
"Why've I never heard of them?"
"You have, you just didn't realize the resource was available to you." Raynock was enjoying the game, but decided to let his young charge off the hook.
"Come now, Sir Harry, certainly you've heard of the Goblin Warriors?"
Harry nearly toppled his chair. "But they're, their, well no offence,.. but they're goblins?"
Raynock chuckled. "None taken. I'm not suggesting we expose the non-magical world to goblins? That would hardly have a calming effect, not that it will on wizards, either." he chortled at that.
"We'll recruit and train acceptable candidates, handle the facility's security needs, finances, anything and everything, leaving you free to resume your Magical Knight duties as well as persue this new venture to the fullest."
Harry got up and began pacing back and forth in front of his office window, suggesting a step further.
"Why not incorporate the Goblin Warriors into are already established corps, thereby bolstering our troops and freeing additional personal to man the new facility along with a contingent of Goblins? Why not some centaur weapons trainers? They've got the best bowmen in the world. See if there are mermen in the area? We could get them to scout with Titan and his pod of krakens,... get them all working on the piracy issue. We'd probably need at least two dozen elves?"
"More like three with the additional sports complex to maintain?" Raynock suggested, enjoying the show thus far.
Harry snapped his fingers." You're right, three dozen. We'll need to petition the league for permission to field a new team?"
Raynock smiled toothily. "Already done. They've already cleared a spot in their rotation for next season. With your name involved, we could have even got in this season! The contracts are already waiting to be signed. All we need now is the name?"
Harry smiled brilliantly. "The Marauders"
Raynock's eyes lit up at that. "Perfect, it even sings: The Madagascan Marauders!"