It turned out Hermione wasn't even there, nor at the other base, but instead was off doing Ministry stuff. So Scorpius was basically left unable to really do anything while he waited on Hermione, Ron was the only one with a method to contact her but suggested waiting was better as he wasn't as urgent. He waited around pretty aimlessly, mostly spending time with his injured friends and second-guessing his decision, obviously he didn't want someone tortured by the Aurors but that didn't mean he wanted a prisoner in Gray. He also ended up having an awkward conversation with Sebastian while waiting.

"Is it really true all the other prisoners died?" the small werewolf asked him timidly later in the day, "Even my mum and sister?"

"As far as we know," Scorpius admitted and clapped him on the back, trying to be encouraging, "Don't worry, I'm sure they're dead so they can't hurt you anymore."

He'd expected Sebastian to be relieved by this since they'd been so awful to him but surprisingly, the boy had only nodded meekly, his eyes welling with tears as he shuffled away miserably. Scorpius had been on the verge of going after him before being distracted by Heather's arrival, or rather by Michael's yell as she had drawn her wand on him.

"Heather!" he heard Abby cry out in shock as he ran back into the infirmary room to see the elder Longbottom had Michael up against the wall with a fierce expression on her face.

"If he dies on your watch, I will kill you," Heather told Michael darkly, her tone low and her wand unwavering, "Do you understand me, you worthless drunk?"

"Why don't you go outside and take five?" Scorpius offered, his hand hovering over his wand in readiness but he got the impression she was going to back off. Heather's cold eyes shifted to him but she lowered her wand regardless, Michael swallowed as she stalked out of the room.

"She didn't mean it," Abby insisted to Michael encouragingly though Scorpius wasn't so sure with her.

By the time Hermione did return, Scorpius felt almost bad for wanting to speak to her as she was looking rather run down and had an armful of scrolls. She didn't back out or complain though, just sat with him at the kitchen table and patiently listened as he explained the situation with Lawson.

"Well this is rather unfortunate," Hermione sighed when he was finished, rubbing at her temple, "We really could do without this right now."

"So what happens now then?" Scorpius wondered.

"We'll need to take a statement from the convict as well as one from Hogan to confirm he was subjected to the Cruciatus Curse, an investigation will be launched into the guards of New Azkaban and any indicted by name would face immediate suspension pending the investigation," Hermione explained, reeling it off mechanically as if reciting from a textbook, "There will be some delay though, we're still taking stock of the casualties and some are still in critical condition. We need to see who is actually still alive before we can take action against them after all, it'd also be better to take a statement from the convict once his health has improved."

"And he can join us okay?"

"I can't see why they would object in light of the circumstances, however the conditions surrounding the convict might be a little different but I'll have to look into the details of his conviction first… Which I should probably do now while the sickness is at bay, I'll get back to you."

"So is sis really Gray?" Lawson asked curiously as Michael was handing him his potions from the tray, scowling as he did so because Lawson was sitting up again despite Michael telling him not to- despite Lawson even agreeing it was better for his injury to not to, "I mean, a random muddle street steems an odd joice for a place to be."

"How do you know this is a random muggle street?" Michael wondered slowly, deciphering what he meant took a minute sometimes and he was confused why Lawson would know that as he'd never seen the Embrys' from outside.

"There's a windwow," Lawson pointed out, nodding to the window on the opposing wall in between drinking his potions, "And I can hear cars."

"Just drink your potions, Mr Observant," Michael complained of him, frowning further. He wasn't sure he wanted Lawson to know where they were, even though Hogan had ultimately sided with him he felt it would be on his shoulders if Lawson betrayed them, he constantly cycled between feeling extreme wariness and great pity.

"Our real base got destroyed recently," Albus explained kindly from the next bed over, he'd been making the most effort to be nice to Lawson for whatever reason.

"Don't remind me," Michael growled more forcefully then he'd meant to as Annie's death came back to mind, they both went quiet.

Lawson finished the vials and handed them back, in doing so Michael caught a glimpse of his handcuffed wrist which was bruising again. He sighed, setting the vials on the tray before taking out his wand to heal Lawson again, from a Healer perspective he hoped they could remove the handcuffs soon, his health was so poor he bruised too easily to be tied down. He was asleep before Michael had moved onto the next patient, they had to give him a powerful Sleeping Draught so he wouldn't wake up screaming again, thrashing about was pretty much the worst thing for his wound.

He skipped Albus as Abby was already giving him his and he'd done Antonius before Lawson, instead he moved on to Koray. The Astronomy Professor was starting to get better, he woke enough to take his potions before drifting back to sleep anyway. Byron was despondent as ever as he took his, Michael could only hope getting new prosthetics from the Ministry – which should be soon – so he could move around would help his mental state. He moved onto Latimer, giving him potions was trickier since he was being kept in a coma for the time being and needed oxygen for his injured lung.

"Hey!" Hogan barked abruptly and Michael looked up to see the old Healer approaching, Michael would say he was scowling but that seemed to be his normal expression, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Giving Latimer potions to keep him alive and recover?" Michael answered what he felt should be obvious, feeling immediately irritated at Hogan's confrontational tone.

"Oh really? Because I don't see anything on that platter to bolster his immune system."

"Um… He doesn't need them?" Michael pointed out in confusion, "Unless the injury calls for it, usually the only people who need them are vulnerable people like the very young, the very old or those with pre-existing condit-"

"Which Latimer has," Hogan interjected, gesturing to Latimer's pockmarked face, "Dragon Pox can flare up when the immune system is compromised and he's had a very aggressive strain of it, he needs to be on Immuno Boosters from the get-go."

"Oh, I didn't think of that," Michael admitted, feeling suddenly guilty, "Tabitha didn't mention that."

"She probably assumed you knew, it's very basic stuff," Hogan criticized as he took the potion tray off him, "I'll take this and finish the rounds, you get the potion. And don't forget it next time."

"Okay," Michael sighed heavily and made to obey.

"Hey Michael," Antonius called out politely as Michael made to pass him on his way out, looking a little embarrassed, "I um… I kinda need the bathroom, may I go?"

"Sure, I'll take you as soon I'm done with this."

"Can't I just go by myself? I mean my leg seems okay."

"No, it's best to wait for me," Michael insisted despite the disappointment in Antonius' face, "You need to be taking it easy."

"I guess," Antonius sighed unhappily, not unlike Michael just had but even if his leg seemed okay to him it certainly wasn't well enough for him to be walking around unaided.

Michael left him to it and headed down to the basement where the potion supplies were, suppressing a yawn as he went into the comforting darkness. He didn't know why sleep had suddenly decided it hated him but it definitely hated him, he wished he could take a Sleeping Draught sometimes but he needed to be alert for the injured.

He looked through the supplies they had and found the right one, they didn't have the largest amount of it but they had some. He took enough for a large dose to compensate for any he might've missed before going back upstairs, returning to the makeshift Infirmary just in time to hear a thud.

"Whoa! Antonius, be careful," he heard Hogan's voice as reentered the room, seeing the Healer helping the boy up off the floor, "You need to stay in bed, if you want to go somewhere you need someone to help you."

"But I don't… I don't understand," Antonius stammered out in confusion, looking anxious as Hogan helped him back into bed, "My leg, it just… it just gave out when I stood up?"

"Yeah, it'll do that."

"But why? Why would it do that? I thought it was better, I mean it doesn't hurt or anything and you didn't cut it off," Antonius questioned, only looking increasingly confused as Hogan's expression became more grim, he sat down carefully on the edge of the bed so he could look Antonius in the eye, "Shouldn't it be better? When is it going to get better? Because I need to be able to move, I have to be useful…"

"It's not going to get better," Hogan told him, his tone softer than usual but his words no less blunt and Antonius' dark chestnut eyes bulged in surprise, "That's why I wanted to amputate your leg in the first place, a prosthetic would've let you do all the same things as before but your real leg is now limited. More broke in your leg then just the bone and we can't fix it."

"S- So I c- can never w- walk again?" Antonius asked, his voice suddenly hoarser as the choked words passed his lip, quivering from holding back tears.

"Not without support, your injured leg can't support your weight anymore," Hogan explained and Antonius hung his head, blinking back tears, "You'll still be able to move around, when you've recovered a bit more we can get you used to crutches and as long as that goes well you should be able to adapt to a cane."

"A cane? L- Like I'm an ol- old man?" Antonius wondered, wiping at his eyes but failing to hold back tears while Hogan glanced briefly at Michael who averted his eyes ashamedly, "I d- don't w- want to h- have a cane, I w- want to b- be u- useful, I w- want to w- walk…"

"I'm sorry," Hogan said gently, putting a comforting hand on Antonius' arm as the child buried his face in his hands, small shoulders starting to shake from his sobbing.

Unable to take it anymore, Michael retreated to the kitchen. He put Latimer's potion down and leaned on the table with his elbows, allowing him to bury his own face in his hands. Was this his fault? His instinct had just been to preserve his friend's leg, as long as he had it then it could get better. That was the hope anyway, even though logically he knew it shouldn't work like that. Or he should know, until Hogan said that he just kept irrationally assuming that Antonius was going to get better.

"What are you doing now?" Hogan demanded and Michael looked up sharply to see him entering, his expression disapproving, "Hiding out in the kitchen like a coward?"

"Hey, you have no right to call me a coward!" Michael shot out, instinctively defensive.

"Why not? I'm not a coward," Hogan pointed out, crossing his arms, "You know part of being a Healer is having to look people in the eye and give them bad news, especially if you're the reason they're getting the bad news."

"I know," Michael muttered and averted his eyes from Hogan's commanding cyan ones, he always seemed so much stronger despite being shorter and scrawnier then Michael.

"You also can't deprive people of their potions just because you're trying to avoid others."

"I know."

"Do you?"

"It's been five frickin' minutes, cut me some slack!" Michael shouted at him angrily, throwing his arms up in frustration.

"No," Hogan stated bluntly and continued before Michael could hurl abuse at him for how irrational he was being, "Do you know the difference between a Medi-Wizard and a Healer?"

"Um…" Michael managed in surprise, taken aback by the random and very basic question, "Well-"

"A Medi-wizard patches people up but a Healer actually makes people better," Hogan explained seriously, "Which is it that you want to be, Michael? Because you'd make a good Medi-Wizard already, you've proved on numerous occasions already that you're perfectly good at patching people up, I'd even go as far to say you have natural talent and skill, especially for your age."

"You really think-"

"Shut up, I'm not done," Hogan cut him off briskly, holding up his hand and Michael went silent, "If you want to be a Medi-Wizard you're good, however if you want to be a Healer then you have a lot to learn. Healers are the ones the patched up people get passed onto, you have to think about the long term care that'll get them better not just what fixes them up in the moment, that includes things as basic as knowing to include Immuno Boosters in a treatment plan for a Dragon Pox survivor and as difficult as having to decide whether it's better to amputate a child's limb or not. I'm not sure you have what it takes if you want to be a Healer."

"So what? Just because I make a few mistakes you think I can't do it?" Michael snapped defensively.

"No, the reasons behind the mistakes makes me think you can't do it," Hogan countered as he picked up Latimer's potion but seemed unusually and determinedly non-argumentative today, "And there's nothing wrong with being a Medi-Wizard, it's just a different job with a different mindset. Your aunt was essentially a Medi-Witch and that was fine for her, she was capable of more if she had to but she preferred just patching people up. I'm the opposite, I can patch people up but prefer to see things through to the end. I don't know what you prefer, I don't know if even you know what you prefer but I think it's something that you should think about."

On that note, Hogan turned on his heel and headed back to give Latimer the potion while Michael was left alone with his thoughts.

"So the good news is that he doesn't have any violent crimes on his record so he's low-risk," Hermione explained when she got back to Scorpius, "That just means the Ministry hasn't much reason to object to his being here if he's not deemed much of a threat, however he's still only eighteen months into a twenty-five year sentence so they're likely going to prefer a reduced sentence instead of a full pardon."

"Well that seems fine," Scorpius shrugged it off dismissively as she looked through her parchment, nodding in acknowledgement.

"The plan today is to get a preliminary statement from the convict and the Healers, proper more detailed statements will need to be taken by the investigators at a later date but this should be enough to brief said investigators. If you could be there that'd be good since I've kind of placed him in Gray's custody from a legal perspective, you have some seniority here."

"Sure," Scorpius agreed, joining her as she got to her feet.

"H- Hey y- you're from th- the Minis- Ministry and all, righ- right?" Lamb wondered as he approached, fidgeting nervously as he did so, "I- I mean I- I'm sorry t- to interrupt but I- I jus- just have a qu- quick question if that's- that's okay?"

"What is it?" Hermione asked briskly, Scorpius had to wonder if she was always this severe because she reminded him far more of Maurice then either of her own children.

"I- I just erm… I mean, m- my daug- daughter is with her gr- grandparents and I- I worry ab- about them be- being in the open n- not in a safer place," Lamb stuttered out, though his wrist wasn't twitching like it did normally, "So I- I just won- wonder if l- like the Min- Ministry c- could en- encourage them t- to go to a shelt- shelter, I don't- I don't know if they do th- things like th- that?"

"Unfortunately we don't, it's not a forced evacuation by any means. Anyone who wants sanctuary is welcome but they do have to want sanctuary of their own volition, if you want them to join a shelter you'll have to convince them yourself."

"R- Right, I un- understand, th- thank you f- for your t- time."

"Do you have any advice for convincing people?" Scorpius asked while Lamb shuffled away, he was also curious about this as he still wanted his parents to take shelter.

"I'm not sure," Hermione admitted, seeming a little taken off-guard by the question but quickly recovered, "If you'd like I can take you to one and you can have a look around, if you have a better understanding of what it's like you might do better at convincing them of the benefits but it really depends on what their issue is."

"I think I'd like that," Scorpius agreed, not seeing what he had to lose by this point by checking it out.

"We can go there after the interview then," Hermione confirmed as they headed outside, Scorpius held out his hand for her to apparate him and she blinked in surprise, "You still can't apparate?"

"No," Scorpius sighed unhappily, eying the ground in humiliation as he felt his cheeks redden. He'd been trying to practice it recently as per Varanian's request but to no avail, not even another splinching. Mercifully, Hermione let the topic slide as she apparated them back to the Embry's but he wanted to change the subject all the same and it was an important one, "Did you ever find out Rojer's address?"

"Ah sorry, I keep forgetting," Hermione admitted as they approached the door, Scorpius feeling brave enough to look up again now the subject had changed and thought she was looking a bit peaky, "I'll get it when I take you to see a shelter later."

"Thanks."

Later actually turned out to be much sooner than expected. After they were let in, Michael informed them Lawson was still unconscious from a powerful Sleeping Draught so it'd be a couple more hours before he could wake for an interview. Since they couldn't speak to him, it made much more sense to simply shift around their plans to go to the shelter first and interview later. Seemingly not one to waste time, Hermione took him back outside and disapparated them both.

They reappeared in a perplexing place, Scorpius wasn't sure whether they were in a room or a cave. It was far too perfect a rectangle for it to be naturally occurring but the walls were clearly far too rough for them to be built, there were thin strips of florescent lighting illuminating them but the floor was as uneven as a seaside cavern. There weren't however any doors, windows, corridors leading off nor was there anything actually in the room. He tried to be baffled but Hermione was already guiding him forwards, having not let go of his wrist from the apparation.

"Just like Platform Nine and Three Quarters," Hermione offered as the only explanation without letting up her brisk walk towards what he could only presume wasn't a solid wall, they strode through and Scorpius found they were in a similar much smaller room except this one wasn't so empty, "Hey Devin, I'm back again."

"Hey Hermione, short time no see," a large dark-skinned wizard – presumably Devin - sitting behind a desk and sheet of glass greeted her pleasantly, he was to the left and to the right was an older witch while in the middle was a large black door with no handle. They both wore some kind of uniform, "You know the drill but in case your friend doesn't, I need to check your wands and you need to sign in as a visitor."

"Do as he says, Scorpius, security is very important," Hermione commanded as she withdrew her wand, putting it in a slot on the desk before moving over to the right where there was a book instead of a slot on the witch's side, "Hi again, Mallory."

Scorpius reluctantly took out his wand and put it in the slot like Hermione had, Devin had already removed hers and was looking it over. He then moved over to what was some kind of guest book, listing names, job positions – which made him think this was either Ministry personnel only or this was a Ministry personnel only entrance - and the times of entering or exiting. He started to fill it out with the provided quill, interestingly noticing the entry time set automatically before going back over to the left where Devin returned their wands. The witch then tapped the door and it slowly opened, Hermione bade the pair farewell as they went on through.

On the other side they entered into a corridor that looked more recognizable as a human construct, the fluorescent lighting strips continued but the flooring was now smooth, dark vinyl and the walls were concrete with thick black line painted across it. There were numerous corridors and doorways leading off, many with a combination of numbers and letters to mark them. It was also rather populated which Scorpius supposed shouldn't surprise him but it did all the same, people were coming and going through the various rooms and seemingly going about their business, many of them inclining their head politely to Hermione in passing.

"So this is the Ministry now the spies are gone," Hermione explained as she led him at a more casual pace through the complex, taking him down some stairs, "Obviously your parents wouldn't be in this specific area but the shelter part is further down, aside from government related things like here or the orphanage the other shelters are pretty much the same if your parents would prefer to not be near the Ministry. There's a dining hall for food, an infirmary for medical issues, a laundry room, public and private bathrooms, communal rooms and bedrooms - it's also worth noting food and water is provided for free, as is clothing if you require it and some other basic necessities, you can also opt in for house-elf cleaning. Many people have taken to organizing things for communal rooms, setting up 'schools' for children to keep up their education or 'cinema' screenings for people to watch - there's a really great community aspect as people try to create a sense of normalcy.

"This is the remnants of St Mungo's," Hermione continued as they came out in a similar corridor, except this one had a blue painted strip on the wall instead of black and had a distinct clean hospital smell, "Though we have muggle staff working here as well, its split into sections so staff leaving to deal with the emergency attacks don't detract from the care or resources normal people are receiving and there are plenty of medical supplies, potions, medicine and erm… and all that. If you just could excuse me for a second..."

With that she quickly hurried into a room marked as a toilet, Scorpius hoped she'd feel better soon. He let his eyes drift aimlessly around the corridor and noticed this one had chairs, he sat down patiently on one to wait. There was actually a map, he noticed, which he thought he'd seen upstairs as well. A magical one that seemed to cycle between the layout of the infirmary and a more general overview of the whole shelter, there was also a detailed drawing of a wizard who was seemingly napping in the corner with an annotation above reading: 'ask me if you need extra help finding your way!'

"You!" a vaguely recognizable voice shrieked and Scorpius jolted in surprise, turning to see a tall lanky man approaching that took him a second to place due to his drastically different attire.

"Abel?" Scorpius wondered, getting to his feet as the older man approached. His black wizard robes had been exchanged for muggle clothing, pastel blue pants and V-neck t-shirt over a white sweatshirt. He looked very out of place, "What are you doing here?"

"What do you think I'm doing here?! You went and told the Ministry I'm a lunatic who should be locked up!" Abel snapped shrilly, his tone irate but he looked more frantic. And upset, his slate gray eyes were red and puffy as if he'd been crying.

"I'm pretty sure I didn't do that…"

"Abel?" a concerned voice called an Abel leaped about a foot in the air, he was apparently pretty spry for an older guy. Scorpius looked beyond him and saw a man in a white coat – who he'd guess was a muggle staff member, probably a doctor - had wandered into the corridor, seeming to have emerged from the same place as Abel.

"I'm fine, I'm with someone!" Abel called back to him, waving briefly before his tone hushed as he hissed at Scorpius, "Quick, tell them you're with me or they'll drag me back in there!"

"He's with me, its fine!" Scorpius reassured the muggle, albeit a little more unsurely and the guy didn't look entirely convinced but didn't approach, "I'm just going to talk to him for a bit, if that's okay? He's a friend of a friend."

"Friend my ass, you're the reason I'm in this mess," Abel grumbled as Scorpius sat back down, pulling Abel into the seat beside him which seemed to have the muggle relax a little, "So you have to help me get out of here, you need to tell them I didn't try to kill myself."

"Um… but you did try to kill yourself?" Scorpius pointed out, trying to piece events together and Abel shot him a glare.

"So what?! It's my life and I should be able to take it if I want to!" Abel snapped, his voice cracking and he wiped at his eyes, "Why are you people doing this to me?"

"Is it really so bad here? I mean, they put you here to help you, right?"

"Oh yeah, some help, look at me," Abel complained and pulled at his shirt, "I look completely ridiculous, I'm supposed to be a wizard not a clown and I'm surrounded my muggles."

"I'm not sure you have the correct definition of clown there," Scorpius offered at the puzzling comparison, "And what's wrong with muggles?"

"Well for starters they always talk about weird stuff I don't understand like these phones that can smart or mobile or tell? Like what does that even mean? And they're always asking me stupid questions about magic like is Hogwarts school really a castle, what else would it be?! And then they accuse me of not knowing about normal things, I'm the only wizard there. And this is just the other prisoners- I'm sorry, patients but really we're prisoners, the staff don't let you be alone to make sure you don't hurt yourself and if you try to anyway then they tie you down like an animal! It's barbaric."

"I don't know, I mean it's their job to keep you safe."

"And they tell me I have 'Depression' and its severe enough I have to take medication to help me cope better, useless medication but they say it can take time to kick in. But do you know what muggles use instead of potions? Pills! You have to swallow these large hard lumps whole, and I'm expected to it three times a day. Three! What kind of crazed lunatic thought choking people was the best way to make them better?! Seriously, it's the most uncomfortable thing. And they want you to talk about your feelings, as if they actually think that'd help! Not to mention that the longer I'm here the more likely it is my parents disown me, I just want to go home and die in peace," Abel rambled, descending into a massive rant that culminated in him wiping at his eyes and letting his head fall into his hands, "I don't know if you heard about New Azkaban?"

"Yeah," Scorpius confirmed grimly, wondering how Abel would react if he learned they tortured prisoners, "Sebastian lost his sister and mother."

"And a half-uncle," Abel added quietly, looking back up with his gray eyes shining, "How's Sebastian doing?"

"He was sad," Scorpius answered slowly, slightly surprised at Abel for thinking of him which he took to be a good sign, "Okay look, you wanted my help, right?"

"Yes!" Abel exclaimed enthusiastically, "You just have to tell them I didn't-"

"I'm not going to do that," Scorpius interjected quickly and the older man's face fell, "But if you go along with the muggles and let them help you then I'll do something else for you."

"You want me to go along with their insanity?" Abel scoffed with a scowl, suddenly bearing a sharp resemblance to his nephew.

"It's not insanity, it really can help and it really can get better- I know someone who helps people like this and I know someone who recovered from something like this! What do you actually have to lose by trying, Abel? If you think there's no hope you have nothing to lose and if you have any hope you should reach for it with both hands, if not for yourself then for the people still alive who love you like your poor grandson."

"That's easy for you to say, and dumb since 'trying' is hardly a quantifiable measurement," Abel grumbled as his gaze drifted, not looking entirely convinced but not entirely dismissive either, "What can you give me anyway if you won't help me get out of here?"

"Well what do you want? There has to be something you want, I can bring Sebastian to visit you or when the war's over I have money or I can arrange for you to meet Va- Pip."

"Really? You can do that?" Abel asked, sounding like a small awestruck child as his head shot up.

"Yeah," Scorpius confirmed though he wasn't sure how well that'd go, "You can't tell him that he's your nephew though."

"Why not?" Abel demanded in affront and Scorpius noticed Hermione leaving the toilets out of the corner of his eye.

"Because he doesn't know and it'd just upset him, he's been through enough," Scorpius informed him as he got to his feet to rejoin Hermione, "I have to go now but just think about it, okay?"

Ah Scor, you should always make time to help people, Calderon's voice said suddenly inside his mind, That's what I did for Ticcy

"Um… maybe I'll come back with Sebastian some time, assuming you're allowed visitors, you can tell me if you thought about it."

Thanks to: laceyowens50, Colin Creevey, ChakraKitty, Reader and Cal for reviewing

Questions:

Will we see future Gray?
Yes, in fact you've already seen them in ones involving Cassia and will again

Why did the aurora become so cruel? Torturing with crucio?/ The Aurors think nightmares makes you a Shadow? What's the logic there? They never had nightmares before?
Its not all Aurors its just the New Azkaban Aurors which is only a small amount of them, most of them aren't like this. Guard duty is seem as the worst task for Aurors, they signed up to fight Dark Wizards with many in particular signing up specifically for the war so being stuck guarding the very criminals you put away is something they collectively hate, even Harry views it as less important then the war so he tends to put the least important Aurors there, the ones who aren't as talented or who are difficult to work with etc the ones he perceives as least useful. All this just breeds resentment especially when the Aurors aren't even making much progress anymore so they started taking it out on the prisoners, Blythe (who you see briefly a few chapters ago) is the one who started with the Cruciatus Curse by suggesting if they can get information from prisoners it'll help with the war and get them off guard duty where they can make a real difference again. They are technically allowed to use Crucio for interrogation, not like this but Blythe insisted otherwise to try justify it and as said they're already ready to take it out on them, they use any excuse to accuse someone and Lawson's nightmares were just Arnett's reason because of how unusually frequently he gets them

Will sly find his daddy again?/WILL Sly meet Lawson again?
Too spoilery to say

What the Heck is JackOne doing with his/it's life? Wouldn't they be useful against things?
Jack/One made a deal with Gray that they help for a while then lay low for a while, they helped recently with the evacuation so they've been in their laying low phase right now. Remember not a lot of time has actually passed in-story so far, they'll definitely be back

Why is Harry acting like such an infant?/ Why does every single adaptation of adult Harry basically validate the idea he sucks even more in adulthood?
Harry's trying to do the best he can but he's still a flawed person, its just my interpretation of him from the original books where he was also flawed but well meaning and I can only assume others had that interpretation too. People can change but that doesn't mean they always do or that they change as much as you'd like

Why does Sal hate EVERYONE? Why does she hate even muggles who truly never hurt her?
It really comes down to her upbringing, she was raised in a cell by a pure blood supremacist otherwise completely cut off from the world. Sal has always had an inferiority complex to Calderon (you see this way back in the first book when the boggart reacts to her) because of how he was favored by their parents and she was just in his shadow, while he rejected it she leaned into it out of desperation to earn their love. They both believed their parentage would have the world against them and whereas Calderon felt it was deserved due to their parents crimes so changed his identity to live amongst them, Sal felt it was unfair and refused to assimilate so instead just lived on the outskirts of society plotting and angry at the world for yet again making her isolated, yet again she's just in the shadows. Living amongst people, Calderon saw the good in them solidifying his belief in the good while Sal did not, instead she just saw the doom and gloom headlines solidifying her belief the world is bad

Who are oathan, vathan etc father(s)?
Rathan Loren was the father of Alzay Loren and she had four sons: twins Orous Lathan Knox and Maurice Sathan Rivers by Roman Rivers, Vathan Lestrange by Rabastan Lestrange and Oathan Loren by Pyrrhus Florian. Vathan hasn't really got any other family but Brutus Ashain took him in after he was orphaned so he's kind of part of the Riddle family, Oathan through Pyrrhus is related to the muggles who abused Scorpius as well as to Xerxes Seneca and his whole brood

If Harry saw James at the next battle, would he hesitate?
Yes

Will Lawson get justice?
Too spoilery to say

How does Sal plan to ensure she doesn't Accidently kill Omega during an attack?
She magically checks an area before destroying it

Did Lazarus ever get better?
Nope, he's still in a coma

Does Brutus still love/ want to marry Sal?/DOES Brutus still love Sal and want to be with her? Is there a difference between want and have with him? Does he want both?
Brutus does still love Sal but he doesn't want to be with her or marry her anymore, he made his choice at the end of his last book and he'd make the same one again despite his feelings for her

Are the malfoys seriously stupid enough to think the shadow master has no problem with them?/ ARE the Malfoys seriously that stupid? They lost their patriarch to Sal and they STILL think they're totally okay? What gives?
You have to remember, they don't know all the details you do. From your perspective it may be obvious but they know far less about Sal and the series' events then you, they're either murky on details or outright ignorant of things. Especially Draco, Narcissa's being a bit stubborn but he doesn't even know his parents were aware of Sal's existence let alone feel she'd have much reason to target family she's never met, from his perspective going with the people fighting her is the thing that seems likely to put a target on their back rather than a safer option for those already a target. On top of that, its not like they have much faith in the Ministry to keep them any safer then they would be alone

How can Sal be ok with harming kids in anyway?
A combination of basically feeling her cause is more important in their health/lives and that if she had a lousy childhood, why shouldn't others? The ends justifies the means pretty much for her and the connection to the Specters makes her naturally feel more disconnected

Would Sal be less unhinged if Calderon were still around?
Yes

If Calderon magically came back to life tomorrow what would Sal say to him?/ What WOULD they say to each other if Calderon came back?
She'd probably just hug him, they'd both cry and apologize for killing each other

wtf is Sal/shadows end game here?
Sal doesn't intend to destroy the whole world, she's being more destructive to England then she usually is because she's pissed. Normally they cause destruction but also take over, enslaving muggles and forcing wizards to follow their regime, if there's anything left of England by the time she calms down she'd do that with them too. Her goal is world domination, then she won't be inferior to anyone anymore and would finally be part of the world, a better world of her own design

The reason why everyone is going nuts over Oathan is because he can destroy souls but- can't One as well?
Yep

Are the italics future visions? Or something actually happening? And if it's something happening, when did Oathan wake up?
They're flashfowards to potential futures that Molly's seeing not things actually happening

What will happen with Sebastian if they can't fnd a family for him?
In the short term, he just gets to stay with Gray

Mrs. Koray was right after all and Azkaban IS being suspicious? Wtf is she doing not doing something about this? Why didn't she send literally anyone else to look into it?
Mrs Koray was right and she did actually do her best to look into it, despite being his boss she'd need Harry's permission to get into the prison as its deemed a safety risk for non-Aurors so they need his approval which he refused to give. She does have a whole department to run (which she is actually only Deputy Head of, Hermione is the actual Head and she was just covering) besides the Aurors and didn't have much to go on to press the issue above everything else going on, its not like she knew they were torturing them or Harry would've taken it more seriously but he didn't, he figured it wasn't important and the Aurors were just slacking on reports no one cares about anyway. This is really more on Harry then her

Why aren't they sending more?! Is Gray serious?! Just two people sent to a danger zone?
They're just there scouting, scouting groups tend to be small. Plus as far as everyone knew Sal's attack was over

Is Scorpius serious?! He doesn't care?!
It's not that he doesn't care, he just was initially skeptical and continues to be wary of a convicted criminal. He doesn't approve of torturing prisoners but that doesn't mean he's overjoyed to have to take one in, their goal is stop the Shadows after all not fix the Ministry

Is it at all possible for Slytherin's descendants to live peacefully in the UK if Sal loses? Or does she have to win for them to live good? If they can't live good, what would likely happen to them? Just imprison them for bad family?
That is the question, isn't it? I don't think it's one I can answer but I will elaborate on some things as its food for thought. For starters, Lazarus and Omega were NOT born in Britain, you think Sal (who incidentally hasn't spent that much time in the UK) would be dumb enough to let her kids be born anywhere they'd show up on records? They've spent most of their time in Greece (which Sal took over early on in their lives) and have no record of birth outside of Sal's world, they'd be entitled to British citizenship through their father but its not like they're officially locked in or even known about yet. So they wouldn't have to let them live amongst them, it wouldn't be hard for them to quietly disappear and hide their identities, be given new names like Calderon or live outside of society like Sal… What even is classed as a 'good' life for them? Who are they even living with if Sal loses? I also will say they can't imprison them, they haven't committed any crimes and are three