Gameguy20100: Sorry to hear that you're not enjoying the story. Actually Harry is for the most part over his attitude that he was displaying. But I mean... it's a drama. But now there will be a bit more action. Well after this chapter that is. CapoExecutor: If I played Dumbledore use those this would be a really short story. As it is, the staff did try to use a type of magic to try and see what happened, but Marietta covered it up. Purebloods in the society were going to have half bloods as a subservient race to live off of. Think the classes of the Victorian Era and you'll get an idea. INACTIVE2011: Not exactly, but there will be a force to oppose Marietta and her thugs. Mstrydude: Sorry for the delay. Hope you like this. kinjakan: Sorry to disappoint you, you read all this way hating the story? I couldn't finish the first twilight book. Well you sure have patience. I don't think you'll find anything new here. I know i have no talent, but i have no money for a writing course. : Yeah, I'm sorry she has been doing very well in her scheames, I'm working on something to fix that, but it may be a few chapters. Sorry. I really want to start going after her, but i need a little time. It's got to be some way to fight her i can believe myself. She's not ment to be the main character, but she will play heavy in the next few chapter, and then I will switch to Harry and Cho a lot more. SixPathSage: Harry being kind of a dick ends very soon, but he's still going to look the villen to some, if he even survives. Gotta keep him and Cho as the underdogs for a bit either way. Um, been away for a bit I guess. Back, but I haven't written in years, and not read much in the way of storylines either. Well, last chapter I accidently kept refering to Mr. Walsh as Mr. Smith. Ignore that. Um, this is crap, but my writing has devolved. I'll try to make the next chapter better. Sorry.

Chapter 68: The First Signal

Marietta concentrated on manipulating the controls on the black box, moving the light on the helicopter. She had been practicing all day, and was getting good at it by now. However, she was getting even more irritated at the thought of climbing on board the cursed muggle machine. The engines that propelled it were off, and the pilot was using the battery power to help her get the hang of the items she would have to use while in flight. Potter would be moved from the Castle tonight, and Professor had assembled the four best Wizards in the Society to be rid of him. Each Wizard supposedly an excellent flyer. Marietta had wanted to join in the final end to her enemy, but Professor Watson had no faith in her ability on a broom for such an important mission.

He offered her the honour of bringing back the conformation of Potters death, and the services of his private helicopter and pilot. A grand honour he thought, and he assured her that the vehicle was an exception to the rule of Muggle uselessness. High Performance, the Professor had said. Marietta had protested, and claimed that she was competent on a broom, but Professor Watson had stood fast on the subject. Marietta had also since learned that the pilot was a squib, which explained how the Professor had come across someone who could use a muggle device. High Performance, the professor had said. She looked at the control panel and sticks of the vehicle. "Hump! We shall see. In addition to the Searchlight, the pilot, (she didn't bother to learn his name) she had learned about other equip she would need to use on the nights mission. She had to wear a leather belt with a closed hook on it that fastened to a lengthy leather strap, connected to a loop on the floor,called a monkey strap, that would allow her to lean out of the side of the helicopters door for whatever reason she might need to. In case she had to get sick from the flight the pilot had said. She took offence to the statement. A witch get sick from a muggle craft. Indeed! She thought. Surely it was nothing compared to even mild broom flight. The pilot was now instructing her in the use of the earphones and mic that she had sitting in her lap. A ridiculous looking device she thought as she listened to his instructions. Marietta looked at the pilot and pointed to her headphones.

"Why do I have to wear this buffoonish hat, she asked. The pilot pointed up to the rotor blades.
"These blades will be spinning at well over five hundred RPM's, and were fitted with the latest turbine engine. We'll be flying over a hundred miles per hour." he said. Marietta stared at him blankly. "Huh?" she said. THe pilot rolled his eyes. "It gets loud. Key in your mic." he continued. Marietta continued to have a blank expression. "Huh?" The pilot grabbed her headphones and set them on her head. He then plugged the long coiling wire into the control pannel, and grabbed Marietta's hand placing it on a very small box on the wire. He then placed her thumb on a switch on the box and clicked it, motioning for her to say something.

"What do you want me to say?" she asked. The pilot nodded that he could hear her, made her click the switch back with her other hand, and then depressed a button on the stick of the helicopter with his other hand. "Alright, I can hear you, when you need to talk, click that switch to speek. Always say over when you are finished, and don't forget to switch it back to the other position when you are finished talking... or you can't hear me. The pilot looked at his watch. "We have a bit of time before he's scheduled to leave, time to have a cuppa before we leave. With that the pilot stepped down from his machine and began to walk toward the societies tent. Marietta also tried to step down, but was pulled back from the monkey strap which she forgot to detach. No one saw her flop back on the seat, but she felt embarrassed all the same. She unhooked the device and began to walk toward the tent as well.

She paused halfway down the path, and looked back at the helicopter, hoping that Potter would be attacked deep enough above the forbidden forest so that as few people as possible would see her riding in a muggle craft.

Harry walked out of the lavatory door and held his hands up for Mr. Primfold to reattach the enchanted irons that kept him bonded from casting spells, or curses. It was wednesday afternoon and soon he would be on his way a cell in the Ministry of Magic. Arrested for a crime he wasn't even sure if he committed. But Harry was ready. He was resolved to go, hoping to at least have a chance to prove his innocence at trial. But how? How would he even prove his case? With Dumbledore acting so odd Harry was sure that he was under the imperius curse. He had not been allowed to see him or anyone since his return to the castle. But even if he was, he was sure professor Mc Gongall would have the order members show at his trial, though he did have some guilt about them having to reveal themselves. As he walked down the short distance from the lavatory to his room a group of students walked towards him, pausing and moving to one side as he passed. Everyone was looking at him. Harry Potter in irons. He wanted to hide his face in shame. He could hear them whispering about him as he walked by, feeling like a condemned man of old on his way to the gallows. It was hard to think positive. All was lament.
Harry had had no word on what had happened to Hermione or Ron, and it was eating away at him. It was all his fault that they were in trouble, and he was sure they would be expelled or worse.

Back in his containment room Mr. Walsh had been sitting in a chair on guard. Harry was to have no privacy, he had lost that trust when he had been discovered outside the school. Mr. Primfold looked at the clock on the wall. It read six thirty seven.
"Just another hour or so Mr. Potter. You'll be taken to the Ministry then." he said trying to relieve the boredom of the silence. Harry looked up at him.
"How will we be traveling, by portkey?" he asked. "Oh no, Mr. Potter. We're going by broom. A straight shot all the way to London. Course you'll be under certian limitations." Walsh answered casually.
"What kind of limitations?" Harry asked.
"Well you'll be on a broom that is enchanted to be controlled by Mr. Walsh and myself. You'll still be in irons, but you'll be able to hold on to the broom all the same. Just sit back and you don't even have to steer." he finished.
"Will I be allowed to ride on my firebolt at least?" Harry asked. Mr. Primfold shook his head.
"Nope, the school is providing a comet 260. It's fast enough for you. I don't reckon you're in such a rush to get to..." he started but was distracted by the repaired door opening to the room. Professor Severus Snape slowly walked into the room a bundle of something in his arms. Mr. Primfold arose from his seat. "Can I help you Professor?" he asked politely. Snape looked over Harry with an unreadable expression on his face. Harry scowled at him. Then Snape turned to Mr. Primfold.
"Mr. Potter is to be given these for his journey." Snape said handing Mr. Primfold a heavy coat and some hand warmers. "It's going to be a cold Scottish night 't want Mr. Potter to freeze to death before he can be sent off to Azkaban would we? Snape looked at Harry with a disaproving I would like to see him freeze on the way after what he's done. Couldn't think of a more fitting way for him to go." Snape continued. Mr. Primfold lifted an eyebrow in surprise.
"Really now Professor Snape, he hasn't been found guilty yet." Snape gave a weak hump.
"Clearly you don't know him as well as I. I've had to be his teacher for several years now. He's a menace. It was Professor Mc Gonagal who insisted i get him something warm for the journey. Being that I owed her a favor I was obliged to provide, and she insisted on the best quality wear. Too good for Potter really." Harry was tempted to reject the offer of the items but remembered his freezing journey to London and back and could not bring himself to tell Snape that he wasn't interested in anything from him." Mr. Primfold looked over the clothes carefully, feeling in the hand warmers to make sure nothing was stuffed into them, then running his hands through the pockets of the oversized coat, and flattening it out on the bed, feeling for anything that could have been sewn into the cloth like a wand, that might have been smuggled. He noticed something odd about it.
"It seems a bit big for Mr. Potter." he said. Snape nodded his agreement, and gently took it back from Mr. Primfold for a look.
"Yes, your right. And a bit too good for him as well." Snape folded the collar to show a piece of paper on the inside. "Note the maker. "Phoenix Order's unlimited." Snape said bitterly. "One of the finest clothing companies in Ald." Snape said. Mr. Primfold looked at the small paper attached to the caller. It read as much, and was labeled and double extra large. He nodded.
"Right Mr. Potter, put your jacket on." Mr. Primfold said. Professor Snape then pulled the coat open. And look at the interior lining, good quality don't you think Mr. Primfold?" Mr. Primfold nodded and ran his hand along the interior.
"Yes i suppose it is." Mr. Primfold said. Snape continued to show the niceties of the oversized coat.
"And admire the seams, very well sewn, you can just barely make them out. Almost as if... they were invisible." Snape said slowly and constantly glancing over to Harry. Mr. Primfold eyed the stitching and nodded.
"So it does. Hand it to Mr. Potter." Snape seemed a bit irritated with Mr. Primfold. He stood his ground.
"Have you ever been there Mr. Primfold?" Snape asked Mr. Primfold looked a bit bewildered.
"Where?" he asked.
"To Ald. Where this fine clothing was made." Snape responded.
"Can't say I have. Look, I'm really not very interested in the coat. No offence. Can you just give it to Mr. Potter. We have to go soon." Snape gave a slight smirk, but did not move..
"Well, you wouldn't have liked it anyway. It's a.. Grimm... Place. Ald that is.:" Snape continued. "They just make good clothing." Snape continued. He then pulled one of the sleeves up to his eye and then held it toward Harry. "Oh look Mr. Potter, one of the cufflinks is missing. You'd better make sure that you hold on to the other one." Snape said eyeing Harry. Harry nodded his understanding. Snape handed Harry the coat and started to walk out the room. But halfway to the door he spun on his heels, and looked at harry. Oh, and by the way. If you find ice developing on your hand warmers you might want to slap your hands together, but... be sure if you do to close your eyes, you don't want to get ice crystals in your eyes. Could do some damage." Snape finished. Mr. Primfold began to get suspicious. He looked the hand warmers over again, but could see nothing out of the ordinary other than they were a bit worn in the palms. Nothing out of the ordinary, apart from two metal studs on the palms, So he relented and handed them to Harry.
"Right Mr. Potter, get ready. we'll be off soon." Mr. Primfold said. Harry nodded, going over what Snape had said to him, trying to remember his words exactly. What was he at exactly.
Later Harry was dressed in the oversized coat and warmers and being lead out of the room by Mr. Walsh and Mr. Primfold towards the roof. As he walked down an adjoining corridor he saw out of the corner of his eyes, Pansy Parkinson standing by an open window. She gave him a mischievous grin as he passed and waited until their backs were to her, Harry glanced back she turned to the open window and cast a spell. A red charge of energy emanated silently from her wand, but he could not see what it was cast upon outside.

Marietta sat at the Professor's desk having tea with him and the pilot, waiting on news from the castle. The closer the time for the moving of Potter to the Ministry, the more on nerve she felt herself becoming. Marietta jumped nervously and spilled her cuppa tea on the floor as one of the Society Wizards ran in screaming.
"The signal it's been given!"He shouted, pointing towards the opening. The three were on their feet and running outside. When they exited the flap of the tent that lead outside they lifted their heads toward the night sky in the direction of the castle. A red spark burst in the air like a firework, but the explosion stayed in mid burst giving the sky an redish pink glow. The three stood for just a second, taking in the beautiful yet eerie sight of it. THe professor then waved his hand to the four Wizards standing in front of the helicopter.
"Go! Go now!" He shouted. They took off instantly to finish off their mortal enemy. Marietta looked at the helicopter. Too late to bicker about it anymore. Lets see what these muggles can do,she thought to herself with low expectations. "Let's go!"she shouted to the pilot and they began a run towards the helicopter. They had been ordered to wait for the second signal to take off, but at least she could stand over Potters bodie, or at least... fly over it.