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Chapter 45

Muggle, Witch, Wizard.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry-

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"I am sorry for my tardiness Headmaster." McGonagall said, as she walked through the door which led into his rounded office.

"It is quite alright Minerva. I just need you to help me run a few diagnostic spells." The Headmaster replied, after having closed the book he had been looking over. When he had replaced the book onto its rightful shelf, he turned to face the Transfiguration professor and gave a slight smile. "I trust you had a peaceful holiday."

"Peaceful enough, however, I would greatly appreciate it if we could get to business. I have much that I still need to complete before the students return."

"Of course, let us get started." Dumbledore stated.

It took a few hours, but soon, sooner than the Headmaster would have liked, they finished checking the wards. Albus Dumbledore and the schools Headmistress had used every spell at their disposal, which pertained to the wards of the school and were surprised at what they had found.

"Nothing," The Gryffindor head proclaimed, "Absolutely nothing, how could there be nothing?"

The Headmaster sighed and fell into his chair behind his desk, but not before conjuring one for his long time friend. "I share your sentiment Minerva," Dumbledore began, "But we have got to be missing something. I am just not sure what that could be."

They fell into silence, both going deep into their thoughts, trying to see if they had missed something-anything that could explain the tremor that the Headmaster experienced. The day that it happened, two weeks ago, they had been talking through the two-way mirrors about a few more enchantments that could stand to be added to the school to prevent any form of travel within the halls of Hogwarts.

Minerva McGonagall had sat wide-eyed and mystified once the Headmaster had told her about the flight of three of her Gryffindors. "But Albus, they do not have the knowledge to create a portkey and they surly did not apparate out of the castle?" This had been her reply, once the shock about her students had worn off; thus came the need for their conversation regarding transport in and out of the castle.

'Or at least within school and its grounds.' Minerva thought to herself. But that thought alone held more than just plans for the school. What it held was so small that had it been a snake, it would have bitter her. As it was, her thought had caused her to pause and think and after a moment more she had it. "Albus, what if we are searching for the wrong thing?" The assistant head asked.

"What have you come up with?" the Headmaster asked curiously.

"The grounds of the school," McGonagall began, somewhat hurriedly, "You said that the tremor threw you to the ground."

Albus nodded, giving her a motion to continue.

"You felt the tremor, whereas I felt nothing. And you know that I do not live to far from the school. So that would have made it a localized event. We have been searching for an outside influence, what if we need to be searching within the area around the castle itself?" The Transfiguration professor exclaimed, as she walked back over to the part of the Headmasters office that contained the crystal and the controls for the wards.

"Now that, would be an idea my dear. Let us see if you are correct in your assumption." Dumbledore replied, as he stood and made his way over to her, pulling his wand out in the process.

After the Headmaster had finished the long and ancient chant, the crystal that housed the schools wards began to glow a deep, ethereal blue color signifying that the tremor had indeed originated from within the grounds. Confused by the readings, McGonagall asked "But Albus, what could have been the cause of such a magical discharge?"

"That Minerva, as the muggles say, 'is the Million Dollar Question." Dumbledore replied with a sigh. "As much as it pains me to do so, I am going to have to ask you to put off your plans for the rest of the evening as I need you to call certain members of the Order."

"And what should I tell them when they ask why you are pulling them from their holidays?" Minerva asked, somewhat put off.

"Tell them," Dumbledore began pausing momentarily so that he could find the right words. After giving a brief nod to no one in particular, he continued "Tell them, that I only require their presence for this meeting and are more than welcome to leave as soon as it is over, as are you."

With a nod, McGonagall made contact with everyone from the Headmasters list and once they were all assembled in the office Albus Dumbledore smiled and called the meeting to order.

"Friends, thank you for coming on such short notice, and on this wonderful New Years Eve," Dumbledore began with a smile, "You may notice that there are key members of the order missing from this meeting, though rest assured that they are fine. The Weasley's could not be here as they are currently abroad spending the holidays with family. And Remus is currently in talks with many of the werewolf packs that are scattered across the magical world."

"You mean that you have yet to tell the Weasley's that two of their children are missing!?" The Headmistress exclaimed, shock clearly evident in her voice.

"I received a letter from Arthur stating that he and Molly were currently on holiday in the Americas, visiting some family of Molly's. I believe he mentioned something about an accountant over there being Molly's cousin. But anyway, there is no need to worry them while they are having a good time." The Headmaster explained, pausing long enough to let what he had said sink in and then continued,

"Now, I have called you all here to let you all in on the events of Christmas Eve…"

Halliwell

Manor-

Christmas morning came, which was easily one of the best that the Halliwell manor had seen in a long time. Simple gifts were exchanged between the families and friends, which at times can be the best of all. However, there were four gifts that had not been simple. Piper, Phoebe, Ron and Ginny had nearly tackled Harry when they had opened their brand new Firebolts. When asked, Harry just shrugged and said "If you two," pointing at his mom and Aunt Phoebe, "Find yourselves without Aunt Paige to orb you somewhere, then you can fly."

"Oh, and I also had a charm added to them that once you sit on them, ready to take off, you and the broom will become invisible to any Muggles that may happen to be looking up when you are in the air." Harry added as an after-thought.

He then turned to face Ron and Ginny; who looked as if they were torn between accepting the gift and pummeling Harry for getting them the new broom. "They can't keep canceling Quidditch and once the season starts again, Gryffindor will be untouchable."

Even after Harry had said what he did, Ron and Ginny were still unsure if they should accept their gifts. They turned to face their parents to get their opinions on the matter, however neither of them were any help what so ever. Both Arthur and Molly had told their children that it was up to them as to whether or not they kept the gift.

"Just remember, that this was Harry's Christmas gift to the both of you and to want to give it back would no doubt hurt his feelings." Molly Weasley reminded her two youngest.

"She is just saying that because Harry wouldn't take back the gift that he had given her." Ron said. Unfortunately for Ron, Mrs. Weasley had heard him and promptly given him a smack on the back of his head.

For Christmas, Harry had given the two Weasley elders something that complemented their own likes. To Mr. Weasley he had given various knick-knacks that he had found lying around the manor, that he knew were not being used, as well as a gift certificate to a muggle shop, just down the road from the Burrow. Arthur Weasley had nearly tackled Harry once he had seen the muggle items and pulled Harry into a one-armed-hug when he had seen the certificate.

Molly Weasley on the other hand had almost demanded that he take back the gift that he had gotten her. Her gift had been to a magical cookware shop, located in Diagon Alley, for an undisclosed amount. It was during this tirade that Harry had gotten up and pulled another package out from under the tree and set it in her lap. After sending him a confused, almost questioning glare, she unwrapped the lumpy gift only to have her anger dissipate into nothingness as her gaze fell upon the Gryffindor red sweater that had a golden letter "M" woven in the middle.

"I noticed that you always seem to make one for everyone else, but never one for you. So I had one made for you this year, I hope you like it." Harry had said, as he continued to watch the Weasley matron stare at her gift completely speechless. However, in one swift movement, that had made Harry jump, a tearful Molly Weasley pulled him into one of the biggest Weasley hugs that he had ever received from her. She had held onto him for so long that Mr. Weasley had to seemingly, pry his wife off of Harry.

After the happy-tears had been shed, and all of the gifts received with many thank-you's; everyone sat down around the table to have Christmas dinner, everyone exchanging stories from their own school days.

Then, what seemed like right after, New Years was upon them. They were all hoping that it would be much like Christmas; relaxing and peaceful. But unfortunately, for one person in the Halliwell household, New Years Eve was not peaceful, nor was it relaxing. New Years Eve it seemed, was intent on crashing down around her; demolishing the weeks of planning it had taken to get everything just right.

She was usually very pessimistic about most things, but when everything started to fall into place, one right after the other, she had had the fleeting thought that she should be slightly more optimistic; however that thought was short lived as she slammed down the phone, for what seemed the hundredth time.

"I won't ever make that mistake again." Piper said to herself, as she walked into the kitchen.

"Any luck?" Leo asked, as he followed Piper into the kitchen.

"Not and ounce," Piper vented, "Everyone is booked and the band that I originally had signed to play at P3 is currently stranded in Moscow."

"I'm sorry." Leo replied apologetically, draping an arm around his wife's shoulder.

"I have been planning this for over a month Leo and it is five-thirty now, which means that there is less than seven hours until New Years. Where am I supposed to find a new band in that amount of time?"

Leo just shook his head and was about to respond, but he was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone. Once the phone had been picked up, he looked back at his wife and said, "Piper, it is going to be okay. You just need to take some time and breath."

"That is easy for you to say, you don't own a club that has been closed for the better part of a month in preparation for tonight." Piper replied, as she leaned into her husbands shoulder.

Their quiet just-the-two-of-us-moment was interrupted by a yell from their son. "Mom, the phone's for you." Giving a heavy sigh, Piper broke the warm embrace with her Leo and went to get the phone.

Through the kitchen door, Leo could hear his wife's muffled voice. Even though he couldn't understand what she was saying, he did pick up on the fact that she was speaking very quickly. Then there was only silence. He was about to get up and see what the phone call was about, but as he stood up Piper walked back into the kitchen, her face void of any emotion.

"What's wrong?" Leo asked, concern evident in his voice.

Jolted back to reality by his question, Piper looked up at Leo wide-eyed and quickly said, "Leo, I have to get to P3 now."

"What?"

"There is no time to explain Leo." Piper said in exasperation, as she quickly scribbled out a note. After sticking the note to the fridge, she rushed back to Leo and took hold of his arm and said "Come on, orb us to P3."

"Piper, what is…"

"Leo, I will explain everything on the way, but we have got to go, now."

Leo sighed at her reply and gripped her hand tighter before disappearing in a swirl of blue lights, leaving the kitchen empty and silent.

Not long after their departure, Harry walked over to the fridge to get his friends a drink. Just as he made to open the fridge, he saw the note stuck to the front of it. Pulling it off, Harry quickly read the note,

Family/ Friends,

We need all of you to be dressed and ready to go by 11:30pm. Meet us in the conservatory.

Piper and Leo

With a sigh, Harry laid the note on the island, which was in the middle of the kitchen and went to pass along the message his parents had left.

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P3-Just seconds away from mid-night.

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Five……

'Almost'

Four……

'Any second now'

Three……

'Get ready'

Two……

'Get set'

One……

'Now'

"Happy New Year!"

The sound that followed that exclamation seemed to shake to the foundations of P3. People were cheering, hugging and kissing each other as they ushered in the New Year. 'A New Year means change, even if it means some things will stay the same.' Piper mused, as she looked around at her ever-growing family.

Just two days ago Harry had orbed out in the middle of dinner without saying a word; this had caused Piper to panic. It had taken some time for Leo to calm her down. "He will be okay Piper, don't worry." Leo had said and not twenty minutes later, Harry walked back into the kitchen accompanied by two, identical looking young men with red hair following close behind him. All three of them had smiles on their faces and were shaking slightly with the laughter they were holding inside.

Piper smiled as she heard Leo's voice calling out to her, bringing her out of the past and back to the present. "Happy New Year"

"Happy New Year" She replied, looking deep into his eyes.

"Are you ready for what it will bring?" Leo asked, returning the smile.

"I hope so," Piper began with a sigh, "But now I need to bring out the entertainment." After planting a kiss on her husbands' cheek, she walked up to the stage and stared out over the crowed, smiling briefly at her family.

"Happy New Year everybody," Piper yelled out to the still cheering crowed. She let the cheering go on for a moment before raising her arms in effort to calm them down. As soon as they were quiet enough she began to speak again, "Thank you all for bearing with us while we prepared for tonight." She paused once more, to let the cheering subside, and then continued "Now, as this is a New Year, I thought that it would be nice to have some new blood play at P3. Hailing from all over the UK and on their first tour of the USA, please help me welcome- the Weird Sisters!"

The crowds' reaction at the announcement varied. The ones who had heard of them, hooted and hollered at the figures now taking the stage, while those who hadn't heard of them cheered politely.

"Wow mate, your mom got them to play at her club." Ron said in awe.

"My dad told me that mom found a band, but he didn't say which one." Harry replied, also in awe.

"Hello San Francisco," the lead singer began, "The first song we are going to play for all of you is called 'The Moors of Ireland'. It may sound different to you yanks, but we are known for using a bunch of mythical, mystical and historical references in our music. We all hope you enjoy it." With that said, the band began to play. The ones who were unfamiliar with this group were quickly entranced by them, loving every song that the band played.

Most of the songs the band played were very upbeat, which many of the regulars to the club would call "clubby", however the band did play some slower songs that allowed, those that came with each other, to dance with their respective others. The Weird Sisters took a break about half-way through their performance so that they could prepare their next set.

As a cd of another band filled the club with its music, Hermione leaned over to Harry and asked. "Harry, you didn't read anything in the prophet about the Sisters having a gig in the States did you?"

Shaking his head he replied "No, I didn't why?"

"Well its just that when your mom announced who was going to be playing, the majority of those present knew who they were."

"What's that got to do with anything?" Ron asked, taking a drink of his water.

Hermione gave an audible 'huff' and said, "Because they are a Wizarding band that has never played anywhere that is primarily muggle, unless it has been warded against them."

Harry looked at Hermione with a calculating look before asking, "You mean to tell me that my moms club has a bunch of Witches and Wizards in it?"

Hermione gave an exasperated "Yes" as though it had taken him months to figure it out.

Harry was about to respond but he stopped himself, as he had noticed that the club had gone completely silent. The song that had been playing through the speakers had been shut off and the lights were slowly becoming dimmer. It was so quiet in the club that you could have heard a pin drop. All of the lights, except for one, had gone out; plunging the club into complete darkness. The one light that remained was a spot light, which was pointing right at the stage.

Then, without warning, there was a resounding 'Bang' and several showers of sparks erupted from the stage. This caused everybody present to jump in surprise and then start cheering loudly as they saw the figures that were now taking their respective spots on the stage.

"Thank you, San Francisco!" the lead singer's Scottish brogue said over the crowd's enthusiastic applause. When it died, he spoke more softly into the microphone, "Now we'll be taking it down a bit. My friends and I have been working on this number for awhile and we thought we'd debut it here tonight since this is our first trip to the US. I understand we're a long way from the east coast, but picture if you will a Massachusetts morning just before dawn. This song is called 'Salem's Lot.'"

The song began with a mournful Bagpipe solo, which grew in harmony with the lead guitar. The vocals came in with the percussion, telling the story of a peaceful morning in Salem so long ago when a young man was marched out to be hanged. Harry couldn't help but picture Melinda Warren standing in the crowd, helpless to rescue someone who was most likely not even a witch himself, just a helpless victim of the blind fear that raged around him. Someone should have been able to stand up and do what was right without fear of reprisal from those more powerful than themselves, Harry thought. The image in his minds eye swirled until it was himself standing helpless and Ginny in the gallows. He wanted to jump over the crowd and pull out his wand, sever the rope, and orb away with her.

"Like a knight," he said out loud, without realizing it.

"Hmmm?" Ginny lifted her head off his chest to look up at him.

Harry fished around in his pocket until his fingers closed on the scrap of paper. He left his hand there for a moment. "Just something I read the other day. And with this song, well, it gave me an idea. Remember how we're restarting the DA when we go back?"

"Yes, I'm terribly excited about it," Ginny grinned, then sobered, "Please don't tell me you're having second thoughts."

"No, not at all. In fact, I think I just came up with our new name." Harry replied, the thought still forming in his head.

"Really, what is it?" Ginny asked, however she did not get a reply this time. This was because Harry was busy looking around the club, as though he was searching for someone.

"Who are you looking for?" Ginny asked, hoping that her assumption of him trying to locate someone was correct.

Harry turned back to look at Ginny when she asked this. "I'm sorry Gin, what did you say?"

"Who are you looking for?" She repeated.

"Well I was looking for my mom," Harry said, turning back to the direction he had last seen her, "And it looks as though she is busy talking to someone else at the moment."

"Do you know who it is?"

"No," He began, "Listen, could you round up Ron and Hermione while I go and let my mom know we are leaving?" Ginny nodded and went onto the dance floor to find their friends, while Harry moved in the opposite direction.

As he drew nearer, his mom smiled "Harry, I have someone I want you to meet," Piper said, as she put an arm around his shoulders, "This, Harry, is the wonderful man who helped me find the band from tonight."

Harry turned from his mom to look at the figure standing in front of him. "It's a pleasure to meet you sir." Harry said politely.

"Please, Harry, call me Ezekiel, I may be old, but the title 'sir' still belongs to my father." The man said with a smile.

Nodding, Harry turned back to his mom and said, "My friends and I are heading back to the manor. I just wanted to let you know."

"Is everything okay?" Piper asked, concern evident in her voice as her eyes traveled up and down her sons' body, as though that would tell her what was wrong.

"Yea, everything's fine. We just have some last minute things to go over." He answered with a smile.

"Okay," Piper said in understanding, "Do you want your father to go with you?"

"No, I got it covered, thanks though. It was nice to meet you sir." Harry called out as he made his way over to where his friends were waiting for him.

After arriving back at the manor, in a swirl of blue lights, Harry led his friends over to the whicker couches in the conservatory. "Okay, I'm going to just cut to the chase," Harry said matter of factly, using the American slang that he had picked up from his aunts, "While we were at P3 tonight the name for the new and improved DA came to me."

Neither Ron nor Hermione made any comment, both of his friends just sat there, giving Harry their full attention. 'Ginny must have told them something' Harry thought momentarily before continuing.

"If you don't like the name then we can change it, but I think we should call ourselves……"

Hpgwhpgwhpgw

Back at P3, Piper was still carrying on a conversation with Ezekiel.

"You have raised your son well Mrs. Halliwell."

"Please Ezekiel, call me Piper. And thank you, but all the credit should go to Harry, he really is self-learned and we have done our best to bring out the best in him."

Ezekiel smiled at Piper "Never the less, he is a fine Youngman, a natural born leader if I ever saw one."

"Thank you, oh, and thanks again for calling me, the band is amazing and everybody seems to love them." Piper replied gratefully.

"You are more than welcome my dear lady, but all I did was make one simple call, however it was you who did most, if not all, of the work." Piper just stood there somewhat confused, not sure of what to say. The confusion must have been evident on her face because Ezekiel had started to speak again.

"Mrs. Halliwell, Piper, you and your family are a force to be reckoned with; especially you. Once you set your mind to something, you go out of your way to make sure it is you are trying to do a reality.

"I'm not sure I…?"

"Tonight for example," Ezekiel said, cutting off Piper, "You have broken a barrier down that has been standing for generations, if not centuries. Just take a look at the band, the people around the band and the sheer energy that everyone is feeding off of."

As a still confused Piper turned to look out at the crowed and the band before her, she continued to listen to Ezekiel.

"I cannot tell you how long I have waited to see Muggle, Witch and Wizard alike gathered together and enjoying each others company. As I have said, you have broken down a barrier that has been standing for centuries and I am so very eager to see what happens next."

It had taken a moment for Piper to realize that the person that she had been talking to (Ezekiel) had said the words 'Muggle, Witch and Wizard'. Though once that moment passed she had quickly whirled around to look at Ezekiel in the face, but found him gone from his spot behind her.

She looked out over the crowd, trying her best to find the mysterious man. "Who are you looking for sweetheart?" Leo asked coming up to his wife.

Piper looked at her husband and with a smile she said, ""I'll tell you about it later."

Leo smiled and set down the drinks that he had been holding and pulled Piper closer to him and promptly kissed her, causing her to go slightly limp in his arms. "Happy New Years" He said, ending their kiss.

"A Happy New Year to you." Piper responded, just before pulling Leo back into another, if not more so than the last, passionate kiss.

Hpgwhpgwhpgw

Meanwhile, far away form the kiss Leo and Piper were sharing; a lone figure appeared in the middle of the nearly-empty room and walked over to a majestic fireplace, his gaze settling upon the dying embers in its metal grate. 'Everything is falling into place' the figure silently thought.

And as he continued to stand there, a smile broke across his stone-like features. "How is it, that something so small, can produce even the slightest bit of warmth?"

"I am not sure sir." A voice answered from the shadows.

"Well to be honest," began the first man, "Neither am I. Besides, it is not as though we can ask it."

The second figure gave a brief smile and replied, "No sir, I guess we cannot."

Ezekiel sighed and turned his attention away from the hearth and towards his apprentice. "So tell me Dargus, what is it that has brought you here so late this evening?"

A/N: Happy Easter everybody! I hope everyone has a great day.

Mudbloodpotter.