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Note: Finished chapters for Magic in the MC, True Way of the Sith Part Two, Lord of Night Part Two, Criminal Consultant, Devil's Playground, Dread Pirate Harry, and Wizard of the 20th Ward. Please understand that I still need to edit these and I am very busy with school so it might take a week or two to post them all.

Chapter Two - Meetings and Beatings

The American group had piled into the van that Tonks had requisitioned for this meeting and Rose had dutifully joined them as her mentor pulled them out into the traffic of London on their way to Grimmauld Place. It was guessed by the higher ups that they would have questions in need of answering and she was the best person available to do so. Her superiors had been right.

"Why hasn't this Order of yours done anything substantial about your dark lord problem?" The apparent leader, Harry, wanted to know.

Rose gave him another once over and couldn't shake the nagging feeling of familiarity that had been building in her gut since she'd first laid eyes on him. "What do you mean? The Order has been in open opposition to Voldemort since he first rose to power."

"Do you know who his chief agents are? Can you identify the location of his warchest? What about his people in the ministry? Have they been identified?"

"I witnessed the faces of most of his inner circle several years ago, we know the main players that fund him, and yes we are aware of several of his people at the ministry. The problem is that they are all insanely protected by British magical law and bribery so arresting them is near impossible."

"Why have you not just killed them then?" He wanted to know.

The redhead could only stare at him with wide eyes. "What?"

"It's a valid question." The spectacled man, Professor Broom she believed, said as he adjusted his glasses. "You are at war, so acts of war are to be expected. By all accounts given by our contacts in your government, your real government, you've not done anything at all to seriously fight this war."

Rose sighed, "It's because of the current leader of the Order of the Phoenix. Albus Dumbledore refuses to let his people fight without wearing kid gloves. Hell, he outright made them all swear not to use potentially lethal spells when in combat."

That drew shocked gasps from the others. "Why the hell would he do that?" Hellboy wanted to know.

"What kind of commander would cripple his forces in such an idiotic way?" Liz seethed.

"Albus is convinced the death eaters are all merely misguided fools who fell in with the wrong crowd and can be redeemed."

"That's insane." Elizabeth gasped. "We've read the files. These people have killed hundreds. To take the dark mark requires an act of murder and rape to show devotion to the dark lord!"

"Believe me, we've all brought that up at one point or another." Rose agreed. "The problem is our people have no choice but to fight for Dumbledore if they want to make a difference. He's the only person with any appreciable level of power or influence willing to fight back in any way at all."

"Not anymore." Professor Broom cut in. "We've dealt with maniacal madmen before and we can knock this one out too, I'm sure. We simply need to be made aware of all the relevant details, so why don't you inform us of just how this 'Lord Voldemort' came to return to the land of the living and what he wants."

She told them, and within minutes the entire van was steaming. "So it's another racist." Broom sighed. "No matter how old I get it's always the same old things." The conversation continued for the next hour as Tonks took them through the city streets and out into the surrounding area. When they finally stopped and parked the metamorph was parked across the street from the Fidelius hidden home and quickly moved to open the rear door.

"Okay, you won't be able to see Grimmauld Place because of the-"

"Fidelius charm, yes Ms. Tonks we have been made aware by your government." Broom assured. "Would you be kind enough to reveal the secret?"

"Of course, sir. The Order of the Phoenix is located at number twelve Grimmauld Place."

As the crew hopped out of the vehicle they took note of the massive black building that suddenly shimmered into being. "Well, let's get this over with." The professor said. "Harry, you are in charge, so you take point." They'd decided on the journey that until he was more used to his new body it would be beneficial for the youngest Broom to take the lead.

"You got it, pop. Tonks, you make introductions. The rest of you are on me."

"Right!" They fell into formation with Tonks leading the way with Rose, Hellboy and Elizabeth at Harry's shoulders, and Professor Broom falling in behind them. They got to the door and all felt a noticeable twinge in the air as the redhead opened it.

At their questioning looks Tonks explained, "Ward line. It lets the occupants know there is someone at the door. At least we won't need to call everyone out to meet you since they're likely to already be gathering."

A Short Time Earlier

Minerva McGonagall was enjoying a spot of tea and being alone in the Black Library that was so delightfully full of rare transfiguration texts when her peace was interrupted by one of the last people she wanted to see. Lily Potter.

"Minnie…." The redhead gulped at her glare. Minerva was pleased to see she still had the intimidation factor down. "Minnie, can we talk?" Lily tried again.

"I don't have anything to say to you." The transfiguration mistress turned another page in her book. "Why don't you head on back to that husband of yours and Albus. We all know only their opinions truly matter to you."

"That's not fair, Minnie." Lily ran a stressed hand through her hair and conjured a chair across from the older woman with her free one. She didn't want to be doing this, god knew it was hard to see the constant look of disappointment sent her way from someone she admired so much, but this conversation needed to happen. The redhead had almost been hit with a bludgeoning charm aimed at her head during a raid the week prior and the one thought running through her head after she'd survived was her deep regret over how her relationship with her mentor, and favorite teacher, had soured over the years. "We had to make a choice, and it seemed like the right one at the time. You think we don't regret it every day?"

'Okay, so this is happening.' Minerva thought as she slammed her book closed and tossed it on a small stand beside her. "A decision, you say? Goddammit Lily I was his godmother. If you were going to send Harry anywhere it should have been to me! My home was just as secure as yours, and I'd have loved and protected him with every fiber of my being!"

Lily cringed at the volume and the content. There was no fault with those words. "Minnie, please, we can't keep arguing about the past. We're at war, we can die at any time, and I don't want to meet my end being so far removed from you as I have been all these years."

"Oh no, we aren't moving on. Tell me why, Lily. If you want even a chance of moving past what we have become then I demand you answer the question I've been asking you since Harry first disappeared. Why did you not send the boy to me?"

The room went very silent for a moment, and Lily visibly argued with herself if the look on her face was anything to go by. She knew that she had to answer, and she knew just as well that her old friend was not going to like the response she gave. "I-I wanted to at first. James and I both did. But, when Dumbledore convinced us to send Harry away for his own safety, he brought up the fact that we'd had one spy in the Order, and that he wasn't entirely sure there was not any more."

Minerva was aghast at that statement. "You suspected me?"

"No!" Lily floundered and waved her hands before slumping down under the superior glare, "Never you, but Dumbledore convinced us that there was always a danger with the magical world, and all it would take was one person in the Order to point the finger at you and who knew what would happen? We did what we thought was best. Please, believe me, we never wanted to hurt you, or suspect you, or put a target on you. We were scared, and we made a horrible, horrible, mistake."

McGonagall stared the other woman down and slowly rose from her chair. "Aye, you made a mistake alright. You didn't trust me. You didn't trust my ability to keep my godson safe. And as a result he is gone from all of our lives forever. You don't have the right to just come in here and try to make amends, Lily. You don't deserve forgiveness. You made me love that boy, and then you ripped him away. You did that. I hope that you burn in hell for it."

And so saying, the transfiguration professor swept out of the room, leaving a weeping muggle studies professor behind. When she exited the door she beheld the one armed form of Severus Snape leaning against the wall. "Something to add, Severus?"

"She's suffered enough, Minerva. Can you not at least try to forgive her?"

Huffing audibly, the Scotswoman declared, "Just because a miracle occurred and she forgave you does not mean everyone is entitled to the same. Do you know what it is to swear the oath of a godparent and fail it without any part of your own? Can you imagine what it is to live with that? No? Then stick to what you are capable of comprehending and leave me in peace."

Meanwhile

Albus Dumbledore grimaced in thought as he continued pacing alone in the Kitchen of the Black Family Home. Nothing was going to plan, and the breakdown had all started all those years ago with the attack on Godric's Hollow. He'd thought at first that it had to be the confrontation described in the prophecy, he'd been sure of it, and to be fair, at first it had seemed like victory had been achieved.

As expected, a bout of accidental magic had occurred to save Rose's life, and as a result Voldemort had been vanquished. However, while the Potters were busy fleeing his remaining followers, the headmaster's instruments had picked up remnants of his malevolent energy on more than one occasion during his travels for the ICW. It proved without a doubt that the dark lord still lived, even if he did so in a reduced state.

That had been the first complication. The prophecy was still in play, and its content was very clear, only Rose or Voldemort could kill the other, and Rose simply had to be victorious for the future of the Wizarding world to continue in the Light as it was meant to. But how to make that happen? Voldemort was a master sorcerer with decades of dueling experience under his belt and a whole host of dark spells in his repertoire, thus he was far beyond the capabilities that Rose could raise herself to in any meaningful time frame.

The solution had become clear during one of his visits to the Potter Home. He frequently ran scans on the children to see how their magic was developing, and he'd taken note of little Harry's reduced magical core. An idea had begun to form at the sight. Even someone with a miniscule magical core could be a power in the world given the right… circumstances and upbringing. His own experiences with Credence Barebone all those decades past showed that well enough. It would be a sacrifice to be sure, but Harry was always so protective of his little sister, so surely had he been able to comprehend what was intended he would have agreed on his own. Right? Right? In order to have a chance of success in her fight against Voldemort Rose would need a secret weapon of her own, and what weapon was more devastating than an obscurus?

Gaining control of the boy was difficult but not impossible. His parents were too powerful for compulsion charms to work without their knowledge, but they were also exhausted and stressed from so long spent on the run, and they were desperate for a chance to keep their children safe. In the end they'd given Harry to him as he'd known they would, but the old man had still shed a tear when he left the boy on the Dursley's doorstep and instructed him to knock and introduce himself to his aunt and uncle. He'd read their minds when first planning this cruel event and he knew exactly how they would react to Harry's presence and what they would do to him once they had him. It was horrible, and cruel, but necessary. All for the greater good.

The plan had been to wait and allow nature to take its course. The abuse would set in, the magic would be repressed as a defense mechanism, and soon enough it would become too much to contain and he would step in to contain the boy until such time as he could be aimed directly at Voldemort for the greatest effect. However, fate had worked against him and the lad had disappeared.

From there he'd devoted himself to Rose's growth and training, trusting that he still had at least a few decades more before Voldemort would get a body back to be a challenge. It was more than enough time to enact enough rituals to get her to a similar level of power. Except that plan too had been ruined as well when Voldemort had used Rose's own blood to resurrect himself. Any ritual enacted now to empower her would only do the same to him at this point considering that her essence flowed in his veins.

At this point the only thing he could do was weaken Voldemort on his own, bring him to the brink of death, and then apparate Rose in to deliver the final blow. It was cheap, and he wasn't sure if it would satisfy fate's requirements, but he was at a loss for what else to do now. Of course getting the dark lord out to fight him at all had proven impossible. Every time he called Tom out for a duel he received no response other than an assault on the civilian population.

He needed a new variable. A way to shake up the current climate and force a reaction from his foes on his own terms. The Order had provided several ideas in that regard, except each one involved bringing death and destruction to the Death Eaters and their families. Why couldn't his people see that the Order was fighting an army of innocents, led astray by an evil man who was far too charismatic and controlling for them to ever willingly defy his will. Once Voldemort was gone for good, and his dark influence vanished, Albus was sure the members of the enemy would reintegrate into their society peacefully, and the Light could finally reign as it was supposed to. It pained him a great deal that his followers refused to accept that. Many even saying they would rather leave the country than live in one that pardoned those monsters.

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden twinge in the air. The wards had been activated. Who could it be?

Entryway

True to Tonk's prediction, they entered the foyer only to find an eclectic group of wizards in full robes waiting on the nearby stairway with wands drawn. That of course changed when Harry waved a hand and all of the deadly sticks found themselves summoned out of their wielder's palms and into his own. The wizards shared looks of surprise and fear, and seemed ready to bolt, only for a crotchety voice to proclaim, "At least those damned Yanks sent us someone useful." From the back of the group a disfigured man with a pegleg stomped down the stairs to meet them. "Welcome to the club, Sonny."

Tonks quickly hurried to reassure the others. "Easy, people. These are agents of the American BPRD and they have been sent by our official government to help in our fight. They are experts in their fields and have first hand experience taking down dark lords."

"We don't need them!" A red faced ginger erupted from the middle of a clutch of similarly haired individuals. "We're doing fine without any bloody Americans butting in!"

Harry scoffed, "All evidence to the contrary seeing as you're all hiding in here like rats. What is more, your government seems to disagree with your statement considering they asked for my team specifically." He stepped forward and took center stage. Clearly the soft approach wasn't going to work here. "Alright, folks listen up! I am Special Agent Harry Broom, and by merit of the Queen of England and her government the BPRD is now at the front of this war; additionally, by royal decree, I am now in charge of this organization. You can fall in line or get out, but I won't have any dissension."

Moody stepped up next to him. "I'm with the lad."

Tonks followed, "Me too."

Rose came last with Red standing menacingly behind her with his arms crossed, "As am I."

That last drew a major gasp from the crowd, loudest in the form of an older redhead and dark haired fellow that had to be her parents. Funny that, why did they look so familiar?

"Keep in mind," Harry continued "I am a government sanctioned agent, and you are a clandestine force operating with no federal oversight. You will fall in line, or be labeled a vigilante group subject to charges of the highest order. I hear British prisons are especially harsh for magicals. They have to medicate you all to the gills to keep you from spilling the beans on the magical world."

The magicals bristled at the abrasive tone so Moody butted in, "I sent in the request for aid personally, and they are what was provided. We need help, and they are the best there is."

From a door that Rose knew led to the kitchen, a new voice spoke up. "I am hurt, Alastor, that you did not feel the need to speak to me before betraying our position to the non-magical government. Surely this is an internal matter and not one that concerns them."

The Americans turned and came face to face with Albus Dumbledore, smiling peacefully, but with a hard stare on his old friend. His wand was held casually, yet firmly, in his right hand.

The wizards appeared grateful that their fearless leader had arrived, Rose looked annoyed that once more the crowd was expecting one man to save them instead of thinking for themselves, Tonks was pissed that the bearded asshole was butting his head in again, and Harry… Red and Broom would have had to be blind not to notice the thundercloud that suddenly began growing on his face.

"Grampy White Beard." He whispered under his breath. His aura started to vibrate violently.

"Hm, what was that?" Albus had heard the young man with the long hair and beard speak up, but hadn't been able to make out the content of his words. "Could you speak up, young man. I know you've been summoned unnecessarily but if we talk this out we can surely come to an arrangement about your departure-"

"Grampy White Beard." Harry's voice was louder now and his eyes were literally glowing with barely contained malice and magic.

A sudden shocked look of understanding came to Broom's face at those words and he grabbed his son's arm. "That's him? You're sure?"

"Yes."

Broom's face twisted in rage and in the blink of an eye he'd drawn a pistol from his shoulder holster and fired directly at Dumbledore's surprised face. Only decades of experience, and knowledge from his time spent in WWII, allowed the old man to apparate in a split second to the other side of the room, and then away as the other formerly old man continued firing at him. "Hellboy, Priority Orion." He growled.

"Understood." The big man rumbled menacingly and began stepping toward the crowd of wizards that were attempting to run to their leader's defense. "Stand back or get squished." He held up his stone fist menacingly. "You don't wanna know what I can do with this."

Broom kept firing until his weapon was empty, and after a couple seconds Albus popped back in with his wand aimed directly at Broom's face. "That was very rude. I'm afraid I must ask you to leav-"

"You are very single minded aren't you." Broom smirked, much to the wizard's confusion.

"I'm sorry?"

"Not yet, but you will be. Because I fired first you were so certain I was the main threat that you left your back exposed."

Dumbledore summoned a shield of stone around his back a mere second before Harry popped in below him and attempted to punch through his torso. As it was, the stone exploded under the pressure of the blow, and the old man apparated away once more.

"Why are you doing this?" He demanded from around the nearest corner, only to find a wall of blue flames heading his way and sending him back into the kitchen. "You say you're here to aid in our fight, yet you try to kill me on sight?!"

He was sweeping the room with his wand, situational awareness up to the maximum, and was justifiably surprised as a result when the younger man soundlessly appeared before him, snapped the wand in his hand before he could cast anything, grabbed him by the neck, and threw him over his head onto the table.

As Albus groaned from the pain of the movement, Harry levered himself up over him, pinned his torso with his knees, and began pummeling his face with his fists, all the while screaming the name, "Grampy White Beard!"

*Slam* "You" *Crunch* "Left me" *Thump* "With those monsters!" *Crash*

The harsh sounds permeated the first floor of the building, and the entire time a certain pair of adults on the stairs were growing very pale as the memory of a little boy that had constantly called Dumbledore 'Grampy White Beard' played through their minds. Didn't the man say his first name was Harry…

Eventually the thumping sounds ceased, the red skinned man slowly moved off the stairs without taking his eyes off of them, and the bearded man reentered the room, dragging a pitifully groaning Dumbledore across the floor by his foot. When he was sure he had everyone's attention he dropped it and swept his hair from his eye with one blood covered hand, inadvertently revealing the scar on his head to all present. "Like I said, I'm in charge now. Any questions?"