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Posted February 25, 2014.

SUMMARY: Dumbledore returns to Hogwarts after being detained by the Commonwealth over the winter holidays; the ICW Education Division takes a very close look at the goings on at Hogwarts; Ron discovers something rather unsettling during a visit to the Room of Requirement that results in Bill visiting for official purposes; an event at the beginning of April is costly for Harry ...and both Harry and Tommy react poorly to information that comes to light about the incident in Atlantic City.

21: AMNESTY, DEATH, AND DISCLOSURE
November 21, 2005 – June 26, 2006

HMS Ragnar

Harry had vanished into the shower for nearly an hour as soon as they had returned to the guest suite on board. It was as though he were trying to wash away the unclean feeling from being trapped as he'd been. An enchanted bracelet. That's how the fool had bound him as he did! Well. There would be no repeat performance, not if a certain Weasley had anything to say about it. Alice was likely in a floo call with the redhead at that very moment.

"Feel better?" Justin asked, as Harry stepped into the conference room.

"Not really. He stripped away part of my free will... I'll never be okay with that," Harry answered, taking a seat at the table.

"What's done is done, but if the Commonwealth has anything to say about it, Dumbledore will be facing our justice system," said Will, "Her majesty is done with his meddling."

"Still wondering though, how is it the Commonwealth can arrest and charge someone on foreign soil?" Mazhe asked.

"Legally, we can't. However, the Queen is making this a matter of international security. We'll be appealing to the sense of the ICW, and given they've already kicked him out of that body, it shouldn't be much of a stretch to convince them we should be the ones to prosecute him. It's one of our citizens he's directly targeted, and over a number of years on top of that."

"The Queen herself will be addressing the international body this time," said Alice.

"How far will she go?" Tommy asked, before taking a long swig from a bottle of beer. There was an ice bucket at the centre of the table with numerous beverages, knowing the various individuals Harry kept company with. Bottles of butterbeer, regular beer, soda pop, and mead were typical choices.

"War," said Brandon, bluntly. "The Queen's likely meeting with the Prime Minister and her cabinet as we speak, if not a little later than now. She'll make sure the government is fully apprised of what went down this morning, and knowing her position on matters, she'll very likely convince the P.M. She needs to act on matters."

"How quickly would that happen?" Harry wondered.

"Not overnight, that's for sure," said Justin, shaking his head, "Going to war with England... the government would have to weigh the risks, shit like that. We risk bringing other member countries of the ICW into the fight, and so on."

There came a WHOOSH from the other room, and seconds later, Bill Weasley stepped into the room.

"Bill. Good to see you again," Harry greeted.

"I was informed you've had a bit of difficulty recently."

Harry was confused. "You're just hearing of this now?"

"The Order's been busy, Harry. Surely you know that," said Bill, taking a seat at the table. He snatched a bottle of butterbeer from the bucket.

"We've been trying to contact him since this mess began. Seems Dumbledore was aware of him helping us out before," said Will. "I hope your helping us hasn't gotten you in trouble."

"No. Gringotts is only concerned about me getting paid for my services. So what's happened?"

"Dumbledore put this..." Justin again produced the charmed bracelet, "...on Harry back in September. It prevented him from leaving the Hogwarts grounds, for starters."

"I think it also had a bunch of loyalty and compulsion charms on it. I started pushing these guys away, wanting to stay back in the dormitory," Harry added.

"Let me see it," said Bill.

Justin pushed the bracelet across the table, and Bill drew his wand, casting a number of charms on the item, humming several times.

"Merlin's beard..."

"What?"

"The man may as well have cast the Imperius curse on you, Harry," said Bill, shaking his head. "I have to be honest. I don't know if there's a lot I can do to prevent something like this from repeating."

"I'm willing to do whatever it takes."

"Then let's get started..."

The holidays saw Harry and his circle once again attend the annual holiday event at the Fox Theatre, with an orchestra providing the music as had been the case two years prior. This time, a few other tunes were thrown into the mix, all of them from popular motion pictures.

Christmas Day, Harry found himself once again attending the Queen's Christmas banquet at her palace in Trevelyan. With all of the stress of the past year, and the terrible loss of the summer, it was nice to return to some state of normalcy. The banquet felt a little less relaxed than it had the year previous, however. There was more security present, and no matter who he talked to, the conversation always gravitated back to the threat of Voldemort.

January 2, 2006 / 2 Sun's Dawn, 4E201

Much to Harry's frustration, and that of the Commonwealth, Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts, and resumed the post as Headmaster. Valicadia was unable to convince the international body of their justification in arresting the old wizard, and so therefore were forced to release him.

Of course, his stay in a holding cell for well over a month was most certainly no holiday. There was no preferential treatment, and he was watched around the clock, considering his substantial knowledge and power. He was on his best behaviour, however, treating his jailors with respect. Once back at the school, it was, for the most part, a return to the status quo.

Dumbledore was most certainly frustrated at the latest play by the Commonwealth, although if he honestly admitted it to himself, it was well-played. That, however, would never happen. Not to mention the fact that a foreign magical nation outside of the ICW had threatened one of its most important members! The Wizengamot was already in an uproar about it, and perhaps with a little luck, there would be some sort of response from the international community.

January 8, 2006

There was most certainly a reaction from the ICW on matters, just not what the headmaster wanted. That morning, he found a single envelope waiting for him on his desk, bearing the seal of the International Confederation of Wizards. Opening it, he was alarmed by its contents:

Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry
Headmaster Dumbledore,

Under usual circumstances, it is up to individual member nations and their schools, to maintain certain standards with regard to the quality of education being provided their students, and equally, the safety and comfort of those students studying within their walls.

However, in response to a number of incidents which have occurred in and about Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry, along with several petitions to the international body, it is felt that a closer look must be taken, to determine exactly what state the school is in, and whether improvements are required.

Therefore, by order of the international body's Education Division, your school shall be receiving an international panel of inspectors and educators chosen from the international body beginning on January 30. It must be made very clear, their presence within your school is not optional, as there are grave concerns within the ICW pertaining to the operation of your school. It should equally be stressed, their objectives, although similar to that of the individual planted at your school by your Ministry, will be nowhere near as invasive or disruptive.

The panel will review the activities of your teaching staff, and evaluate daily school activities for the remainder of the school year, after which their findings will be presented to the international body. A more complete description of their assigned tasks will be explained when the panel first arrives at your school.

It is with regret that the Education Division is forced to react in such a manner, as the ICW does wish for its member nations to retain autonomy with regard to how they manage their affairs.

Yours,

K. Truls

Secretary of Education,

International Confederation of Wizards

Dumbledore removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. First Umbridge, and now this. The letter spoke with finality, a tone he'd certainly used in similar letters on a regular basis. Of course, he had a very good idea of where the pressure had came from. The Commonwealth had certainly made a lot of noise about the 'dirty trick' he had used on Harry, among other things. Queen Susan was a thorough woman, he had to admit; she worked like an attack dog when it came to the issues. It had already cost him a number of supporters, people he'd been able to count on in the past.

An international panel though? Merlin... he'd need to have a serious meeting with his staff. If the panel witnessed how Severus treated students in class? That was a train wreck, never mind the dreadful instrument Delores was using in her detentions. Oh yes, he was fully aware of the Blood Quill, thanks to the school's formidable wards. Not many nights went by that the wards didn't warn him of a student in a lot of pain—specifically during the time she usually held detention. He decided not to directly warn the woman. Perhaps, if anything, something good might come out of the inspections. There was a bright side in just about everything, was there not?

February 2, 2006

Although Harry was no longer at Hogwarts in any way, shape, or form, the HMS Ragnar had remained at the school, although she moved position to hover over the Black Lake, as she had for much of the Triwizard tournament. These days, the boy was rarely around, spending most of his time back in Riften, or more specifically the Ragged Flagon and its inner Cistern.

Most of the tasks the Guild had assigned thus far had been retrievals, recovering items on behalf of individuals (all for a fee, of course). It most certainly brought the Guild profits, and so Mercer had gained passing respect for the boy. There had been a lengthy conversation between him, Brynjolf, and Harry as soon as he'd been able to get back to Riften, just to be sure he was aware of the ground rules, but other than that, there was little contact. Mercer tended not to wander too much, keeping to the large desk and work area near the back of the headquarters. Tommy had wondered aloud one day as to whether or not the guy was 'getting enough', given his rather sour disposition.

With a closer connection to the Guild, it became a common thing for Brynjolf to join the group on board the Ragnar. He was becoming another ally, although that was true for most of the Guild at this point.

To the present, it was this expanded group who were enjoying dinner in Harry's suite aboard the Ragnar. It had been a rather productive afternoon, with Harry collecting a stolen item from a bandit camp northwest of Whiterun. It had been a simple matter of Apparating to Whiterun, then flying the rest of the way on his Firebolt, under the cover of a disillusionment charm. The bandits hadn't even known he was there, and he easily recovered the jewelled chalice from a heavy trunk. He also collected a few other rather valuable items, which he turned over to Tonilia back at the Flagon. His coin purse had became just a little heavier when business was concluded.

"Harry, you do remember Falion?" Mazhe inquired.

"Sure. How could I not?" Harry answered, looking up from his plate.

"He's a master trainer in Conjuration, and he's offering to train us."

Harry smirked madly. "Dumbledore almost fainted when I told him about that branch of magic, back at the end of first year."

"Harry..." Justin cautioned.

"What? The Ministry will likely hate it, but really... where have I grown up? I'll use every tool I can get my hands on. If Falion's willing to teach us, then sure, I'm in."

Justin let out a sigh. It had been the risk they'd taken, sending him to Tamriel. The boy had grown up strong, with a mind for making his own decisions. However, it also taught him rules and ways of that world, rather than that of the Commonwealth. Justin had a strong idea on exactly what kinds of Conjuration Harry would end up studying, and none of it would garner approval from any magical government.

"Conjuration... what can you do with it?" Tommy asked.

"Loads of things," Mazhe answered, "Simplest forms are wolves, familiars. They only last a few minutes, but good for defending against simple threats.

"Opposite end of the spectrum, I've heard of a particular spell that can raise a dead body indefinitely—until it's destroyed."

"Humph... the government won't like that one at all," said Justin, shaking his head, "Jesus Christ."

Harry smirked. "Well... we've got... what are they, uh, Inferi, don't we?"

"That's the point, Harry. It's dark magic."

"Even if it's used to bring down the enemy? Whatever it takes to get the job done. And it's not like I would be doing it just for kicks. Something tells me that sort of magic isn't something easy to cast."

"Falion will probably know, but you're right. I did say opposite end of the spectrum, Harry."

"So those... fire things-" Tommy began.

"Flame Atronachs. Yeah, they're a form of Conjuration. A more advanced branch, just as are Frost or Storm Atronachs," Mazhe answered, "Remember the fight in Labyrinthian."

Brynjolf had been quiet up to this point, nursing a bottle of mead and listening to the conversation around the table. Being a Nord, he had no use for magic, having always fell back on the skills he knew and used. However, he also did not berate Mazhe and his friend for them using it. To each their own, he believed, as long as the job got done and profit was earned in the end.

Harry's invisibility cloak had blown him away first time he'd seen it used. He'd seen nothing like it before, and quite likely, he'd not see anything like it again, given where Harry was from. Now if only he could convince the dark-haired wizard to engage in Guild activities a little more freely.

"This means you will be taking on another trainer then," he finally spoke.

"I have to," Harry answered, "It's a branch of magic I've wanted to learn ever since I first saw it used when I was seven years old. Savos absolutely forbid it until I was old enough. I'm gonna be sixteen in July—Sun's Height, I mean. I'm old enough now, and a mage in Morthal might be willing to teach us."

"Just as long as you can keep bringing us in coin, lad."

"I'm up to the challenge," Harry smirked.

"And about that. Delvin's wanting to see the both of you tomorrow. He's got a job in mind that requires both of your skills."

"What sort of job, Bryn?" Mazhe questioned.

"I'm not certain. But it does involve a very important client in Whiterun. The few details Delvin's shared, it's a two-part job, a special job request."

"What's so special?" Harry wondered, "Err... I mean, I know Mazhe's quite busy as of late, but..."

"Harry, you know we're in a bad way, lad. It's been years since we've gotten anything like that."

"Harry, this is good," Mazhe answered, "The Guild's shaking the dust off again. Word's getting around in Whiterun."

"Then count me in."

It was then there came a WHOOSH from the other room, and a scant few moments later, Ron and Hermione entered.

"Oh. Hi guys!" Harry grinned, standing.

"Hey mate. You won't believe the news," said Ron, excited, "Umbridge's been sacked and arrested!"

"For real?"

"Aurors just escorted her out of the school during dinner. Americans, I think," said Hermione.

"That's excellent news, guys. Err... come join us. We were just finishing dinner."

"We already ate, Harry," said Hermione, but she took up a vacant seat at the table.

"Then have some tea—or a butterbeer," said Justin, gesturing to the centre of the table and the indicated items.

"So the investigation... how's it going?" Harry wondered aloud.

"They might as well not be there. We see them at meals, and in the corridors, but never in the classroom. They're supposed to be inspecting the classes, it's what they announced when they first arrived on the 30th," said Hermione, doubtful.

"They could be hiding under disillusionment charms," said Justin, "Makes more sense that they would just want to observe things rather than actually interfere—unless there was a dire need for it. Considering what you've told us about Madam Umbridge and her boorish behaviour."

"I wouldn't count on too much information while the review is ongoing," said Brandon, "They'll likely speak to the teachers outside of class time, and it'll only be once the review is concluded that they release their findings. I'm sure the end result will be a lot of wholesale changes at the school, none of which Dumbledore will like."

"If he survives the review," Harry muttered, "The man's probably in a right twist about the investigation, given he's got no input or control over them."

"He won't be interfering. The ICW's watching the school very closely right now during the investigation. The panel itself is made up of a bunch of educators from all over the world, including the Commonwealth."

"Gods. If they can actually clean up the school, I might consider returning come sixth year. Well... unless Dumbledore's still there, though by the sounds of it likely not."

"If the panel comes up with a fraction of the issues we've seen or heard of, no, he won't survive the findings. He might have a lot of political pull, but he's still at the whim of the school's board of governors. And if they don't fire him, they'll be relieved. Simple as that," said Justin.

"How do you know?" Hermione wondered.

"Stuff I'm picking up from my own department and so on. The goings on at Hogwarts is a hot topic right now, for the wrong reasons."

"But guys, it means things will get better at the school. I mean, with McGonagall as headmistress, she'll put a stop to all the horse shit."

"The ICW's also looking into the draconian measures Dumbledore's put in place locking you guys into being students at Hogwarts. That shouldn't ever been allowed," said Justin, shaking his head. "The old man's affairs are being carefully examined. Should be interesting to see exactly what sort of skeletons he's got lurking in his closet."

"Good. Be interesting to see how he reacts to being the subject of a witch hunt for a change," Harry muttered.

"Right. Mate, enough of that," said Ron, "Fred and George were exploring the other night, when they came across a brilliant room full of stuff. Hermione, where's that—"

"This?" Hermione dug into her bag, and pulled out a small case. The second it came into open, Harry could immediately hear what sounded like dozens of voices all speaking at once.

"What is it?" Brandon asked, while Hermione opened the lid. Inside it, was what looked like a silver circlet, with a sapphire stone at its centre. It was ornate, and likely very expensive.

"We don't know. It looked incredibly valuable, so George nicked it and thought of you," Ron answered. Harry, meanwhile, could feel a headache coming on.

"Close it, please. Whatever's in there... it's bad."

"Harry?"

"I dunno. It sounds like... hundreds of voices, all speaking to me at once. Put... put it back in your bag... and Ron... get your brother."

"Bill?"

"Yeah." Harry held a hand up to his scar and winced, as Hermione quickly stowed the item back in her bag. Whatever magic was on it, it wasn't good.

Brynjolf, meanwhile, was puzzled. He'd certainly seen more than a few cursed objects during his profession, but this... Harry looked like he was about to be ill from just being in the same room with it.

"You look like you're about to be ill, lad."

"Feel that way." Harry held out a hand. "Accio stomach-calming draught."

The required item smacked into his hand a few moments later, and he rapidly consumed the contents. Ron got up and left to go make a fire call to his brother, while Mazhe seemed to think on the situation a moment.

"Harry, remember the journal we showed Falion?"

"The one Justin recovered from Ginny's cauldron," Harry remembered. "Balls. A Horcrux."

"My thoughts exactly."

"Mr. Weasley will likely be able to tell us for sure."

"A Horcrux?" Brynjolf repeated.

"You know about black soul gems?" Mazhe asked. At the Nord's firm nod, he continued, "In this world, there are similar items, soul containers. But here, it's really dark magic."

"Some of the darkest magic someone can do, since their creation involves murder," said Justin, "Not many people know of them considering it's the kind of knowledge best kept out of the general public.

"Unfortunately, there are some who have created them, including the one Harry must eventually face."

"And what is the purpose of a Horcrux?"

"It allows the owner to defeat death, Bryn. It's terrible, and unnatural," Mazhe answered, "Personally, if I wanted to live forever, I'd just contract Sanguinare Vampiris."

"The Guild would certainly never have an issue with it, lad, but your present company might have a different opinion."

Mazhe grinned madly, then laughed. "I'm not serious!"

The fireplace in the other room fired again, and moments later, Ron re-entered the room with his eldest brother in tow.

"Harry. I hear you've stumbled on something," said Bill.

"It was Fred and George who found it. Some room called the Room of Requirement," Hermione explained, once again retrieving the offensive item from her bag.

Bill collected the box, then drew his wand, gesturing at it for several moments, humming on a few occasions.

"Gods. This was at Hogwarts?"

"Until this afternoon, yeah," Ron answered.

"And?" Harry prompted.

"It's definitely a Horcrux."

"Mazhe... got a black soul gem handy?"

"No. It's been a while since I've had one."

"Balls. Looks like we'll be seeing our friend Falion a little sooner, then. Farengar doesn't deal with those."

Harry dug in his own satchel and pulled out a bag full of coins. Verifying that it was Galleons rather than Septims, he tossed the bag over to Bill.

"Thanks for the house call."

"Harry, you don't have to."

"Your time is valuable. I won't take advantage of people because of who I am."

"All right, all right," said Bill, holding his hands up in surrender. He snatched up the bag. "Though really, this is no bother. Don't hesitate to call on me."

"I know."

Bill conjured up a strong case, and cast a number of isolation wards on it, then placed the offensive item into it. As soon as that was done, Harry could no longer hear the voices from within.

"It was that bad?" Bill asked.

"Like hearing dozens of voices all at once in my head. Unsettling to start, and the first time it actually gave me a headache."

"We'll deal with it once we see what Delvin wants," said Mazhe.

That nasty piece of business taken care of, the conversation wandered back into safer territory, with Ron and Hermione filling Harry in on the recent events at the school. Most of it was surrounding the speculation about the international review of the school.

Harry was glad of the review. It meant that perhaps, some real change would happen at the school, making it a better place—a safer place for his friends. He'd done more than enough research into the international standards, and had been angered at what he'd found. Hogwarts was woefully inadequate by international standards, apparently simply to appease the few with political pull, the few who wanted to control the many.

"Ron, we have to get back to the school, it's nearly curfew," said Hermione, noting the clock at the opposite end of the room.

"I'll take you guys back to the school," Bill offered, "Then I can just borrow a fireplace to get home from there."

"I'd best be getting back as well," said Brynjolf.

"We do have extra room if you'd like to stay the night. These guys have classes in the morning," said Mazhe, catching Harry's eye. His friend gave a positive nod.

"We've got to be back in Riften early anyway," Harry agreed, standing. "Good to see you guys again. Why don't you come back tomorrow and we'll have dinner. See if the twins want to come."

"That would be wicked."

"Ron, we've already got a stack of homework!"

"So do I, Hermione, doesn't mean it has to be done this minute," Harry pointed out. He could tell his words had the desired effect.

"We'll have someone come down and meet you after your last class," Brandon offered, "Rather than you all having to borrow a professor's fire."

"Thanks, Mr. McAllister."

The following afternoon saw Harry and Mazhe travel to Whiterun, instead of the afternoon training session. Rather than their Guild armour, they both wore fine clothes, suitable for meeting an upper member of society. Careful inquiries directed them to the Drunken Huntsman, one of two pubs within the city proper, and there, they found the elderly Nord seated at a corner table, nursing a bottle of mead.

"Olfrid Battle-born? Delvin Mallory sent us," said Mazhe, taking a seat opposite the man. Harry chose to simply stay off to the side, and for the moment, let Mazhe do the talking.

"So he did, so he did! You've arrived not a moment too soon! If something happens to Arn, there'll be hell to pay!"

"Slow down, sir. Who's Arn?"

"A dear friend of mine! We fought on the battlefields until age got the better of us. Now it's up to me to save him one more time, this time from the executioner's block in Solitude."

"Solitude? Then what are we doing here in Whiterun?" Harry dared ask. At Olfrid's pointed glare, Mazhe said, "We're both here to help."

"I see." Olfrid seemed to apprise Harry a moment, then turned his attention back to Mazhe. "The city guard in Solitude are seeking Arn for a serious crime. He's fled here to Whiterun, only to be arrested for drunken behaviour! Can you imagine?! Fortunately, his name is still unknown to the authorities here in Whiterun, so there's still a chance to save him."

"You want us to break him out of jail?" Harry was doubtful.

"No. I'm setting him up with a new identity," Olfrid answered, seriously. "It's the only way to throw the guard permanently off his trail."

"Then what do you need us to do?"

"The job is two-fold. First, you are to steal a letter sent from Solitude which warns of Arn's crimes there. Second, you are to change Arn's name in the prison registry to his new identity."

"Where are these items located?" Harry asked.

"Both of these items are in Dragonsreach," Olfrid cautioned, "Any official correspondence is usually sent to the Jarl's Chambers, while the prison registry is in the steward's quarters. Both of these areas are off limits to the public."

"Of course. Harry? You with me on this?"

"Yeah. Give us a half-hour," said Harry.

"One more thing. If either of you get caught..."

"We don't get caught, sir. And this conversation never happened," said Mazhe, with a smirk. That got an equal smirk from the old man.(1)

Outside the Drunken Huntsman, Mazhe pulled Harry into a corner out of sight. "Which do you want to do?"

"You're better at writing than I am. But stealing..."

"Don't steal it. Turn it into something else," Mazhe suggested.

"You know permanent transfiguration is very difficult."

"Turn it into a pile of ash then. Though in that case, Olfrid's probably wanting to see the letter as proof."

"I can make a copy of it, but... yeah, burning it is a good thought. Ready?"

"Let's go then."

Harry gripped his friend about the shoulder, gave a slight twist, and the pair vanished with a noisy crack.

They appeared in a spot inside the castle not frequented by people, and the pair quite literally vanished, for different reasons. Mazhe had a number of enchantments he wore, which made him quite literally invisible when he crouched down. Harry, meanwhile, simply donned his cloak of invisibility. Enchantments on his boots made him completely silent.

Already having poked about the castle while invisible as it was, Harry quickly made his way up the stairs, and through a set of doors leading into the private part of the castle. As luck would have it, the doors were open, making it easier to get in without anyone noticing.

Then it was up another set of stairs, leading into a private dining room, where two guards stood watch. The doors leading into the room he needed to visit were closed, making it slightly more difficult. Harry drew his wand.

"Confundus," he whispered, wand pointed at the first. The guard's eyes flicked around a moment, then stared forward again. He repeated the process with the second, and satisfied with the result, he pushed the doors open, and entered the Jarl's private chamber.

He pushed the doors closed again, then approached the large desk, only to groan. There had to be dozens of letters there! This would take a while. He started leafing through the stack. Letters from the other Jarls, citizens of the hold... letters from the Imperial Legion... there. A letter from Solitude's Steward. He broke the seal, and looked at the contents.

To Proventus Avenicci, Steward of Whiterun

Let it be known that we are seeking the criminal named Arn for the crime of murder in Solitude. If you should locate him, detain him and contact me by courier as soon as possible.

Falk Firebeard, Steward of Solitude(2)

Harry re-folded the parchment, set it on the desk, and drew his wand.

"Geminio," he whispered, gesturing a the page. An identical copy appeared beside it. He snatched it up, then gestured again. "Incendio."

The original copy burst into flames, and was reduced to ashes within moments. It wasn't exactly stealing, right?

He met with Mazhe just inside the doors to the private part of the castle only a few minutes later.

"Get it?"

"Yeah. Ready?" Harry felt Mazhe grab his arm, and they Disapparated.

They arrived back outside the Drunken Huntsman. Stepping inside, they found Olfrid hadn't moved from his table in the corner. Mazhe again took the seat opposite, while Harry reached into his pocket, and retrieved the copied letter.

"This is a copy. The other's been destroyed. Your, uh, friend should be safe now," said Harry, holding out the letter.

"Destroyed?" Olfrid questioned.

"Reduced to a pile of ashes," Harry answered.

"And the prison record?"

"It was no trouble, sir," Mazhe answered.

"Then we are done here. Here's your payment," said Olfrid, reaching into his pockets, and pulling out a bag of coins. "Oh, and let Delvin know he has my support and all the weight it carries in Whiterun from here on out. He should be quite pleased."

"We'll do that, sir," said Mazhe, with an incline of the head. "The Guild thanks you for the support."

"You watch yourself out there.(3)"

"We will. Harry..." Harry gripped Mazhe by the shoulder, and the pair popped away, leaving the old Nord momentarily startled at their abrupt disappearance.

The pair reappeared with an equally noisy crack just inside the entrance to the Ragged Flagon. Harry knew better than to pop in any closer—last time it had nearly resulted in Vex stabbing him several times. They quickly made their way into the pub proper, where Delvin was seated at his usual table.

"Aren't you pair supposed to be on your way to Whiterun?"

"It's already done, Delvin. Olfrid was most pleased with the outcome," Mazhe answered, taking a seat.

"Ah, right then. Forgot 'bout Harry's method of travel. How 'bout you catch a breather, then we can carry on with the afternoon lesson?"

"Sounds right," Harry agreed. He could tell he'd gained a further level of respect from the Guild second. Naturally, he'd wait until there was confirmation, but the speed at which the job had been done was truly impressive.

"Harry, really. If you'd just be willing to bend the rules a little more, you could make us—and yourself a fortune," said Mazhe.

"I said it before. My conscience won't let me. If I can't justify it, I can't do it," Harry answered. "Not to mention, personal wealth doesn't mean a whole lot to me. The health and safety of my friends on the other hand... that means the world. And quite honestly, you guys here... are becoming something like a second family. Guess that's why I'm willing to do as much as I have so far."

"Harry, you've returned," said Niruin, as he entered from the Cistern. "Thought you'd both gone to Whiterun."

"We did. The job was not really that complicated given my tools," Harry answered.

"Ah. Well then. If you're ready, we can retreat to the training room."

"Just give me a few minutes, I'll be right in."

It was a couple of days after that Delvin received word back from Whiterun. It came in the form of a Bosmer named Syndus, an expert Fletcher wishing to open up a market stall in one of alcoves outside the Ragged Flagon. This announcement had the Flagon abuzz with excitement, considering it had been years since any of the alcoves had been occupied. Syndus also bore a sealed parchment for Delvin from Olfrid, and it put to rest any doubts the job had been completed satisfactorily.

That of course, led to more assignments from Delvin, though as Harry had specified, none of them involved anything truly illegal. Although, if Harry had to admit, some of the assignments were questionable in nature, dealing with illegal substances. His potions and alchemy skills were nothing to snuff at, and sometimes it involved making a deadly potion. Other times, it involved retrieving an item. Harry knew better than to ask questions, knowing that quite likely he wouldn't like the answers. He just did as asked to the letter, knowing that the Guild only gained strength by his actions.

He saw the relationship as a useful one, tending to and growing friendships among its members, that one day, could be of great benefit should he need assistance. Much like he had gained a strong backing of the College. He knew that if he asked, a great number of mages there would be at his back, ready to go to the wall for him and then some.

Even now, with the exception of a few, he knew he could quite easily count on most of the thieves there if he asked for help with something. Both Delvin and Niruin were providing training without charge at this point, something that was normally just not done in the Guild. Naturally, Harry wasn't all that pleased about that sort of exception, but Brynjolf had set him straight. It was a different form of payment for Harry's jobs. Sure, he was being paid in gold, but not nearly the same as Mazhe. And that, he could easily live with.

By the middle of the month, Justin had presented Mazhe with a box of mobile phones, all of them configured to work with the magical environment. Mazhe had approached Brynjolf about the idea, and he'd mentioned it to Mercer. The Guild Master was somewhat less than impressed with the idea, but since he'd not outright said 'no', the okay was given. So, Brynjolf, Delvin, and Vex each received one, and a phone was left in the event Mercer changed his mind on things. An afternoon was spent reviewing how they worked, as well as how to change things (silent ring, vibrate, and so on, so that the phone ringing while they were working wouldn't create problems).

At this point, Harry had also taken on yet another trainer, this time in Falion. It meant either Apparating or taking a port key to Morthal, but he knew it was worth it given the material.

On their first visit, Falion helped them to dispose of yet another Horcrux, although it meant the destruction of a valuable artefact in the process. The circlet let out a terrible cry as it burned, with a black vapour-like substance being sucked into the offered black soul gem. Mazhe once again used it to recharge one of his items, and with that, yet another piece of Voldemort's soul was banished to the Soul Cairn.

April 10, 2006 / 10 Rain's Hand, 4E201

Harry had just gotten into bed. It had been yet another very busy day, as he was in full revision mode a this point, preparing for O.W.L. exams. Of course, the exams weren't until the end of May, but given the events of the past four and a half years, there had been numerous interruptions, bringing with them potential gaps in course material.

The powerful mental spike came out of nowhere, nearly sending him into unconsciousness with its strength. Even with all the careful instruction on the part of Healer Ferris, Harry had still not been able to prevent the incidents. If anything, they had become stronger as he got better at occluding his thoughts. Tommy had been the one to help him finally master the art, simply pointing out, "We rule our own head." From there, Harry got rather creative with his mental defences, and so became more than adept at keeping his teacher out.

Even with all of that, Voldemort was still able to send him mental spikes. And this... Harry summoned a headache potion, but knew it wouldn't do a whole lot of good. It was a different sort of pain.

It proved to be a long night. Emotions ranging from excitement, to anger, to pleasure, back to anger, to outright white-hot fury, all blasted across the strange link he shared with his nemesis. Harry did not get a whole lot of sleep, and when he finally got up to join the group in their morning exercise program, he was not a happy camper.

"Harry... eyes here," said Tommy, as they were finishing up the morning routine in the Ragnar's athletic centre. They were going through a series of stretches to cool down and keep the muscles loose.

"Sorry."

"More shit from Voldemort." It wasn't a question.

"From the time I went to bed until I got up, yeah."

"Maybe Healer Ferris-"

"I already asked. Occlumency is the only thing that had any hope of keeping him out—ouch..."

"Sorry."

"At this point... it's something I have to deal with. His death is the only thing that'll end these... intrusions."

"One more. Good." Tommy helped Harry to his feet, and it was at that moment they spotted Captain O'Toole, along with Will and Alice approaching the group. All three of them carried grave looks. They were bringing bad news.

Harry grabbed a towel and wiped his face and hands, then replaced his glasses.

"Oh. 'morning sir... Will, Alice," Justin greeted.

"I wish it was, Dr. Fraser," said the captain.

"Harry, there's been an incident in London overnight."

"So that's why I was getting mental spikes from Voldemort all night," Harry muttered. "What happened?"

"Voldemort and a group of Death Eaters broke into the Ministry of Magic last night," Captain O'Toole explained, "At this point we don't know what he was looking for, but Dumbledore did manage to get the Order of the Phoenix on scene. If one good thing did come of it, a number of high-profile Death Eaters were captured and are now waiting in Ministry holding cells."

"What's the bad news?" Justin asked.

"Several Aurors were killed, as were a few members of the Order," said Will.

"Harry, Sirius was there last night and-"

"He's gone," Harry finished, feeling numb.

By no means had he formed a strong relationship with his godfather. He'd come along too late for that, really. However, the news of his passing still angered the young wizard, considering it was a connection to his parents.

"Was... what about Remus?"

"He was injured, but healers were able to get him fixed up pretty quickly. He's back in Trevelyan now," Will answered.

"I... I need some time to think," Harry said.

"Given Sirius was one of your tutors-"

"I won't be doing any studying today," Harry answered stiffly. He didn't say another word, but gave a twist and popped away.

"Not good," Will muttered.

It was several hours later before they caught up with him. Attempts to reach him on his mobile only reached his voice mail—it was likely he'd turned it off. Initially, a more urgent effort was mounted, but Tommy put the brakes on it. Perhaps some time alone was what the young wizard needed at the moment.

Therefore, it was the early afternoon before his circle caught up with him. A call to Delvin had solved the mystery as to where Harry had gone—back to the Ragged Flagon. They found him at a table off to the side, a half-eaten lunch in front of him, and a bag of coins off to the side.

Tommy slid into a seat across from him. "Harry."

"Huh?" He had a dazed look on his face, and a nasty mark that ran down the left side of his face from the bottom of his ear to the top of his armour. It was mostly healed, but the evidence was still there.

"Shit. What happened to you?"

"Bad-ass Draugr or something like that," Harry muttered, "Got me good. Used most of my healing potions to fix it."

Justin shook his head. "Jesus, Harry. A little reckless, don't you think?"

"Fuck off."

"Seriously. What happened?" Tommy asked. A nasty cut was nothing new in his books, they'd gotten into far worse years earlier. It was worrisome, but at this point, Harry was more than capable of looking after himself.

"I was sent to retrieve a chest of items for a client... Bandits had ran off with it, robbed some caravan a few days ago. It ended up being in a cave full of Draugr. I think I would've rather faced the bandits."

"A stupid question, but how you feeling?" Mazhe asked, taking the other open seat.

"I dunno. Angry. Furious. Sad? He was... he could've been family. He was dad's best friend and now he's gone. I didn't... I didn't have the chance to say good bye..."

Mazhe reached over and gripped Harry's shoulder. "I'll always be here for you. I know what it's like all too well."

That earned a weak smile from the young mage, but it faltered.

"Thanks."

"Will says he's looking into someone who can... well... fill in as a tutor," said Justin, "Not to be callous or anything, but you do need someone to help you review."

"I... yeah, I know." He looked at Mazhe. "Want this? I'm not hungry." He gestured at his half-eaten lunch.

Sirius' funeral was on April 15, with a large number of the Order attending, as did Harry and his circle of friends. To no one's surprise, Dumbledore was there, but he kept things civil, for the most part. The weather provided a rather dreary backdrop, more than appropriate as it mirrored Harry's feelings on the matter. He'd lost a friend, a tutor, a mentor, and an ally.

Then, a few days after that, came the will reading. In that case, it was a simple meeting with a solicitor in Trevelyan, and the signing of a few documents. In a surprise move, Sirius had left Harry just about everything, save for a sizable chunk of money which went to Remus, encouraging him to settle down and 'marry a certain metamorphmagus, or I'll come back and haunt your arse...'. Harry had to chuckle at that, although his eyes prickled a bit. Even from the grave, Sirius still found a way to bring about humour. The wealth, though, he really didn't care too much about. He'd give it all up, if he could have Sirius back.

Given the sudden death of Sirius, plans were then put in place to move Remus, along with Tommy's nieces, completely from harm's way. Although Harry did not know it up to this point, the Commonwealth was already in communication with the Jarl of Riften, securing a parcel of land near the city. The details were still being worked out, but it was being moved along expeditiously.

That following weekend, Justin, Will, and Alice all but dragged Harry and Mazhe back to the Fox Theatre. "Music is good for the soul," Alice had said. AT&T, one of the big telecommunication giants in the U.S., had sponsored a tournament for school show choirs. Schools all over North America had entered the draw, from which twelve clubs were chosen, to compete over two days.

At the end of the event, Harry was more than thankful for the distraction—the music had been outstanding. A school from Arizona ended up taking top prize with a powerful rendition of "I dreamed a dream", from Les Miserables.(4)

Harry threw himself into his studies and revision, using it as a way to deal with the second significant loss in under a year. Between that, his Occlumency lessons, the exercises in the morning, and the odd assignment from the Guild, he didn't have a whole lot of time to think. To Harry, that was perfect.

Before he realized it, June had arrived, and with it, O.W.L. exams. There had been debate as to where he would take those important tests, but in the end, it was decided it would be best if he joined fifth-year students at Sir Malcolm Davis Institute in Trevelyan. He didn't know anyone there personally, and while the students there would certainly know who he was, there wouldn't be a lot of fanfare about him being there.

It was only natural he had some anxiety when it came to the exams, but over the two-week period, he used the mental exercises he'd learned from two sources. In the end, the exams were not nearly as frightful as he'd expected, and so he had a good feeling about the results. Of course, considering just who he was, it was unlikely there would be too many things he wouldn't be able to do later in life—not that he was being arrogant in that sort of thinking—it was just the blunt truth.

June 20, 2006 / 20 Mid-year, 4E201

There had been debate as to when the initial findings from the international investigation should be released to the public. Hogwarts was still somewhat in session, although there were only a few more days left before the Hogwarts Express returned students to London for their summer holiday.

Then again, perhaps the timing was ideal, giving the students the chance to hear that preliminary report straight from the horses' mouth, rather than painted with some slant or other by the wizarding press. So it was, that afternoon, classes were cancelled, and the student body brought into the Great Hall for the press conference. Reporters from dozens of media outlets had also been crammed into the room, many of them forced to stand, as the investigating panel gathered at the lectern. Harry and his circle, naturally, were in attendance, choosing to stick with his school friends, as the findings were revealed. It was only fitting he be there, given the number of incidents he'd faced while a student.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. My name is Karen Trulls, and I am the Secretary for Education with the International Confederation of Wizards. We are gathered here at Hogwarts due to an unprecedented series of events and incidents, which have drawn the unfortunate attention of my division. It is not normally prudent for the international body to interfere with individual members as to the operation of their places of education. However, considering the circumstances at hand, we were forced to act.

"For the past four months, an international panel of educators have been quietly observing the day to day operations of the school, interviewing its staff and students, and reviewing historical records. I will now turn the floor over to Doug Flanders, Secretary of Education for the American Department of Magic."

The petite witch stepped back from the lectern, giving a nod to a dark-skinned wizard to her left. The room, surprisingly, remained quiet, as the man took the podium, and pulled out a sheaf of papers out of his suit jacket pocket. The man looked like a Muggle businessman more than a wizard. He smoothed out the papers in front of him.

"Thank you, madam secretary," spoke the man, in a deep southern accent. "I have been inspecting this hallowed school with my fellow educators, for the past four months, all of us having arrived here on the thirtieth of January, par the Confederation's mandate. The following observations have been noted, and we as a panel have come to a unanimous agreement as to the findings. A full copy will be left with the board of governors when this conference is concluded, and a lesser, edited version will be released to the media. I will only touch on a few of the highlights, situations and circumstances which demand the most immediate action.

"I will begin with the inspection of Potions, a core subject as mandated by the ICW's Department of Education. We must first be very clear in that Severus Snape is perhaps one of the best potions masters in the art alive today. However, his methods of teaching are abysmal at best, and his mannerisms toward most students within the school gravitate toward frigid. The number of students who make it into his N.E.W.T. level classes can usually be counted on one hand. Interviews with many healers and Aurors from the past decade have revealed that most have been forced to acquire their Potions O.W.L. and N.E.W.T.s outside of Hogwarts.

"The panel recommends that Potions Master Snape be restricted to one-on-one teaching, perhaps apprenticing, rather than teaching a larger class, such is the case here at Hogwarts."

Harry looked to the head table, and could just barely see the teacher in question. He appeared to be foaming at the mouth.

"Our second point falls to the History of Magic. Another core subject that has garnered a dubious reputation here within the school. Whether or not Cuthbert Binns has the proper teaching credentials is not the issue of contention here. History of Magic should cover all of our history, not only the goblin wars. I should also point out, we do not find fault with him being a ghost, and do applaud him for being so dedicated. However, given he is only interested in covering one part of our history, and not all of it, a change must be made.

"Individuals teaching without the proper credentials, among other things, has been a problem here at the school on numerous occasions, in fact, as our review of recent history has clearly demonstrated. We do not fault the headmaster for this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, given she was more or less forced here. However, the case with Mr. Lockhart, the headmaster was expected to conduct some sort of inquiry as to whether or not the man actually had the credentials before he was allowed into the classroom.

"An equally alarming thing of note, is the pair of instances where an individual tied to a terrorist organization was allowed to teach. In both instances, it resulted in a student, or several students being put in harm's way. A school must at all times ensure the safety and security of those within its walls, whether they be student, educator, or guest.

"Still on the note of teaching, I come to the situation surrounding Rubeus Hagrid. His enthusiasm toward his subject is commendable, however, we do find the syllabus to be somewhat inappropriate for the younger years. We recommend that perhaps he retain the N.E.W.T. level classes, while a new instructor see to years three, four, and five. Those students should be introduced to lesser, more tame magical creatures, while those Professor Hagrid introduces are more appropriate for older students.

"We turn our attention to the headmaster himself, the individual responsible for the operation of the school as a whole. We find that on a number of occasions, both during the past few months, and historically, he has outright failed in his responsibility toward the school. It is the responsibility of the headmaster or headmistress to ensure the safety of everyone in the building. It is the responsibility of the headmaster or headmistress, to ensure the teaching staff are meeting the requirements of their station, and that they are doing their absolute best, to ensure those they are teaching become the best that they can be.

"It is our agreed upon opinion that, Albus Dumbledore has not done any of that in some time. Being in control of the school's formidable wards, it was his responsibility to investigate when a banned, dark artefact was being used on students within the school's walls. There have been numerous other situations, all of which have been confirmed with sworn statements, where the headmaster has failed to act, when action was required. Some of those will be included in the press kit, the full disclosure will be made to the board of governors at the conclusion of this conference.

"My last point I will cover is with regard to the house system here at Hogwarts. What may have been a wonderful system devised by the school's founders to group together like-minded witches and wizards, it has, over the years, degenerated into a near-war due to differences of opinion. This circumstance has most certainly not been helped by the professors, who have fanned the flames—unintentionally or not—resulting in a virtually violent rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor house. The segregation of students has allowed a dangerous rift to form and opinions to form about a student only from the colour of their tie and the badge appearing on their uniform. If allowed to continue, it will only be a matter of time before a student is killed."

The disclosure went on for another half-hour, as the press asked numerous questions about the report, but Harry had heard enough. He collected his circle, and they quietly left the Great Hall, and returned to the Ragnar. If anything, the international panel had been thorough. The major issues had been mentioned, and now it would be of real interest to see exactly how the school's board of governors would react.

June 26, 2006

DUMBLEDORE REMOVED AS HEADMASTER

Board of Governors react to ICW Findings

HOGSMEADE (AWP)(5)—Stemming from the international panel's review of the operations at Hogwarts, the school's board of governors all voted unanimously to remove the ageing wizard from the school's head. Professor Minerva McGonagall has been named to the position in the interim, with the potential for that to be permanent, should she distance herself from her predecessor and act in a positive manner toward the recommendations put forward by the international panel.

When questioned yesterday about the findings of the panel and the decision rendered by the board, the (former) headmaster had little to say, other than "They have all made a grave error in judgement." Now exactly who or what Professor Dumbledore was referring to, he declined to elaborate, as he left the school, looking older and more frail than in recent memory.

Acting Headmistress McGonagall addressed the assembled press, noting, "It has been a most unfortunate turn, for Hogwarts to be in the international spotlight for the wrong reasons. Rest assured, I am taking the findings of the international panel to heart, and act with the intention of making sure this ancient place of learning moves forward, and remains competitive amongst the fine magical schools of the world.

A second contingent from the ICW will be inspecting the school, and myself, as well as my colleagues, will be cooperating and assisting where necessary, to ensure the school is indeed safe for those who call it home for ten months out of the year."

When asked about the panel's findings with regard to several teachers, McGonagall answered, "We are taking steps to resolve those issues, and rest assured, we are taking the panel's report to heart. The age of unacceptable conduct here at Hogwarts is at an end."

A large number of students, as well as a number of parents and Hogwarts alumni applauded the actions of the governing board, one of them quoted, "It's about time the school was brought kicking and screaming into modern times..."

See "The..." (page 2)

Recap, ICW Contingent's findings (Page 3)

Salem, Hogwarts, and Sir Malcolm Davis Institute, comparisons (Page 3)

"Gods. If they truly clean things up, I might return," said Harry, folding the paper and tossing it across the table.

"Nah, you'd be bored and you know it," Justin grinned, "You're too old for them now anyway."

"Yeah, pretty much," Harry agreed, "Beside that, my training's really outgrown the classroom at this point."

"So true."

"Yeah, speaking of. Hurry it up so we can get started," said Tommy. First thing Mondays meant unarmed combat training.

"Good. This mention of Dumbledore makes me want to kick stuff... maybe I'll transfigure the combat dummies into effigies. Again." That got snickers from around the table. "And given official classes are over, I can spend some extra time this morning."

"Uh, not too long. I think Delvin might have an assignment for you this afternoon," said Mazhe.

"Never mind the dinner party we have tonight. You invited Ron and Hermione over, right?"

"Yep. And the twins. And Neville. They were all busy on the weekend," Harry grinned.

"Now that Fred and George own that shop of theirs... likely they're gonna be more than busy for a while," said Justin. He glanced at the clock. "I gotta go. I'll see you guys at lunch." He stood up, and popped away.

Dinner had been another noisy affair with Harry and his closest friends. As had been planned, Harry had invited Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Neville over. However, it also expanded to once again include the other three Triwizard champions, since school had concluded for them as well. That, in turn, meant yet another addition, in the form of the eldest Weasley. It resulted in the table and the conference room itself being expanded a little to accommodate the extra people.

Now, with the feast over with, the party had broken down into smaller groups, with Harry circulating amongst them. He grinned, seeing Ron challenge Viktor to a game of chess. The two were finally getting over the frigid opening—Ron had been more than put-out that Viktor had asked Hermione to go to the Yule Ball with him. It seemed he was getting over it.

Bill and Fleur... Harry had to smirk at that one. They were already smitten with each other, he could see that a mile away. When she'd asked if it was all right for him to come along, it was quite easy for him to say 'yes'. Bill had been right helpful on several occasions already. He was considered an ally in the British wizarding world.

"Harry. I gotta go. Brynjolf needs me back at the Guild, something's come up." Mazhe had a scrap of parchment in his hand. It had likely arrived through the magical post box he carried in his satchel. The mate to it had been left with Brynjolf, since Mazhe was doing most of his business with the Guild at this point.

"Err... all right. See you tomorrow then?"

"Yeah. We'll be through after our morning session. It'll be good once Remus gets his floo connected, it'll be easier to get there," said Harry.

"Not a worry. I'll take him through," Remus offered.

"Who looks after Tommy's nieces when you're here?" Hermione questioned. Predictable, she had her nose in a book, although she did sit right next to Ron.

"There's a kind lady we met in the Bee and Barb. It's only a few Septims," Harry explained.

"If you're ready," said Remus.

"Yeah. Let's go." Harry watched Remus and Mazhe vanish into the green flames. Definitely need that second floo connection. Now, it meant a landing at the College, followed immediately by Apparating to the Ragged Flagon.

"Lieutenant Commander McAllister and First Lieutenant Gomrass to the AIC immediately," came a voice over the public address system.

"Crap. Looks like we're needed. I don't need to say behave while we're gone," Brandon smirked. Harry smirked right back.

It was less than a minute after the pair of Black Watch members had left, when the radio stopped playing music, and an announcer cut in.

"We're going live to the south block of the Commonwealth parliament, where chief justice Marshall Craigland is about to speak..."

There was a momentary pause.

"...on October 31 of last year, an incident of near catastrophic proportions unfolded at Boardwalk Hall, a non-magical entertainment facility in Atlantic City, New Jersey. Over the past year, myself and a number of my colleagues have conducted a board of enquiry into the events of that night, in order to determine what part the Commonwealth's government and its military forces played in said event. My findings..."

"Put the music back on," Ron complained.

"No, leave it," said Harry, glancing at Tommy, who had been up to this point nursing a bottle of beer in a comfortable chair. The radio had certainly caught his attention.

"Initial reports from individuals interviewed following the incident all reported seeing the perpetrators wearing silver masks, casting green bolts of energy which killed any who were struck by it. This much, we confirm was indeed accurate.

"As to whether or not they were Death Eaters, agents of Tom Riddle, we can now all declare with absolute certainty, this was NOT the case. Instead, this panel, after reviewing the testimony and evidence, can only point the finger back at our own armed forces, specifically that of her majesty's special force, the Special Operations Unit. As to the nature of exactly why this was carried out, the individuals responsible—"

SMASH. Every item of glass on the fireplace mantle seemed to detonate, forcing those close by to duck and cover from the shards. The radio itself was next, as it seemed to disintegrate into a pile of twisted and smoking wreckage.

"Harry, please!" Justin pleaded, "We—" he was forced to duck an angry blast of magic.

"You... you bastards." Harry was volcanic at this point, and looking at Tommy, he could see his friend was in the same shape. He looked murderous.

"Harry?" Hermione pleaded.

"We're done. I'm done. I'm done with the lot."

Knowing he had only a few seconds, he grabbed Tommy by the wrist, and dragged him out of his seat, and over to the fireplace. The floo powder thrown into the grate, Harry commanded, "College of Winterhold!" The pair of them vanished in the green flames.

It took a few seconds for anyone to react, as they were clearly shocked by what just happened. Not only had the glass on the mantle been destroyed, but many plates, cups, and other dishes in the conference room. Two of the large windows had also cracked, something which Commander Dawson had assured them could never happen.

Justin immediately attempted to follow, tossing a fistful of floo powder into the grate, and calling out the same location. He was ejected back out of the fireplace only a second later, having gotten nowhere.

"Shit."

UP NEXT: Harry retreats to Riften, where he finds comfort in a new family of sorts; Harry helps Mazhe with a major Guild assignment; and a job assignment for Mazhe in August/Last Seed ends unexpectedly...

CHAPTER NOTES: This chapter may have felt a little rushed, but given the number of things going on, I wanted to just move things along.

So, I wasn't going to start tackling any of the more important parts of the Thieves Guild, but the timing felt about right. And of course, there are things going on behind the scenes that I'm not going to actually write. It's assumed that Mazhe is a full member of the Guild at this point, and likely has been for a year or so. The initial jobs were done off and on, likely the previous summer, before the Quidditch World Cup & so on. Harry's initiation was significantly different, in that he turned in a massive profit with one fell-sweep, something very few thieves have done in recent memory. It may have been revenge-fuelled, but no less impressive, and even Mercer would have took notice.

(1) and (3): Some of it verbatim. (C) Bethesda.

(2) Body of letter is verbatim content, (C) Bethesda. Title and closing was modified to put a more personal touch on the letter. I believe the steward of a hold would be most certainly aware of who the stewards were in the others. Being in contact with one another wouldn't be a rarity.

(4) I should note that, "Glee" has actually covered this song in its first season (during the episode "Dream On").

(5) AWP – Associated Wizarding Press. Who's to say there wasn't something like this in the wizarding world?