[a/n]As with #49, #50 #51 & #52, I credit both the ranter TGGirlHaileyHolly and polarbear20000. Sequelizes my EFFF You Harry story, from early 2017.

[a/n1]We've seen Lady Nirvana's actions, and their impact on society, but what about the Lady and her crew?

[a/n2]A most prophetic review put it "...be a IV V & VI"

Harry Does Different CDLXXXIIIae

Dark Lady Nirvana V

As she passed, he held out a scroll "The latest report from St. Mungo's. Also, property damage estimates. And Ollivander is missing..."

It would cause a scandal if the location of this brightly decorated room were known. But, being of Haitian origin, British wizards were unaware of the protections hiding it. Everything was orange and red. Felines generally, but lions overwhelmingly depicted. There was an exception; scattered about, where it pleased the Lady, were Wizarding portraits of …at various ages… one wizard with black hair and green eyes. There were cartoonish young boy pictures whose faces reddened when she passed, through teens that smiled charmingly. This was where meetings took place; no one saw where she slept.

"Lady Nirvana" a deeply dark-skinned black man only half-bowed as she entered "our early operations have borne much profit. And, this time, fine booty indeed. Both hostages, your currency, and useful supplies."

Holding up a hand to allow Ginny Weasley to bask in the presence of her Harry, she then addressed her partner in French, with an evil smile "Indeed Jacques, and as importantly, an opportunity to further both our ambitions in the same person. Bring them in."

"At last! Someone we can talk to! Not these ignorant barbarians!" two struggling men were brought in. One had to magically bound and held by two burly henchmen, just as dark-skinned as their countryman. The other was quite feeble with advanced age.

The Lady licked her lips and twirled her wand, her walk had a sexy slink to it "Ahhh yes …the Ollivanders… Garrick and Oliver. Honestly, doesn't this country have enough alliteration? Regardless. Two fine wizards. Purveyors of wands since the beginning of time."

"Ginevra Weasley, yew wand, 10", unicorn tail core" the old wizard spoke calmly, accepting the situation "I'm not clear what kidnapping wandmakers accomplished."

The leaders share a glance then the Haitian spoke "Conquering a country involves demoralizing the population and the way to do that is make them unsure where the next strike will be. But also damage the means of defense. Like wands."

"You sold Harry his wand." She ran a finger down the old man's nose and over his lips "Tell me about it." The bored look from her confederate irked "Just maybe it's useful to know about it?"

Answering to the best of his knowledge, Garrick said "Several. He now possesses the Death Stick. You should know the story of the Three Brothers. Mr. Potter was powerful without it, even as a boy. If even half the stories are true, then his career has only increased both his skill and power. No doubt he could defeat any five opponents."

"If any of you even accidentally harm Harry, you'll answer to me." Lady Nirvana glared around the room at her minions, all of whom wore scornful expressions. "There are plans in motion to neutralize him. Meanwhile, let's meet this handsome young man."

Oliver thrust and twisted against his captors and snarled "I'll meet you. Bitch!"

"Now now, watch the bad words." She patted his cheek "Garrick? Is it not a bit late for kids?"

The older Ollivander made a valiant effort to kick, but yelped when his foot was caught and a toe was snapped "My family isn't your business, girl!"

"That Lovegood blond hair matched up with Harry Potter's emerald green eyes. It is an offense to nature and very much the business of Lady Nirvana." She flicked her red hair about while roughly tugging a lock of said hair. She smirked at the restrained grunting "Brave boy. I know this hurts. You can scream if you like."

The chief Haitian's and senior Ollivander's objections overlapped with "Less talk more action." And "Olly comes by his hair and eyes as honestly as your red. With no input from Lovegoods or Potters."

"Tom thought to control people with spells like Imperio. This is where he failed, they require constant refreshing." Lady Nirvana brought a small flask into the prisoners' view, then went on "Love is the only everlasting motivation."

Oliver laughed scornfully "Father is too old for even amortentia to affect him. No offense Dad. And I grew up in France around veela. Try again toots."

"This particular scent is native to Hispanola. Ever wonder why it's so peaceful? At least among magicals?" the Lady explained "But this is a concentrated form that just can't be resisted. I touch a dab to my little finger, thus, and offer a wiff to Garrick's nostrils.

The effect was rapid and dramatic; in less than a minute the old wandmaker was babbling his eternal devotion "Anything you want m'Lady. Ask me to jump I'll only ask How High. Ask me to die I won't hesitate to." Etc

"This is my friend Taino" Nirvana indicated a woman with skin as dark and hair in the same style as most of her male minions "She is going to take you back to your wand shop, and while there I want you to first put out the sign saying you're open. Then you will pluck out Olly's offensive green eyes, rip them out of his skull. Then, as my friend here would put it, scalp your son. She will give you a VERY SHARP long knife, that will make it easy to do."

Oliver Ollivander reacted violently, ripping at his magical bindings and pushing at the men holding him in place. Yelling "NOOOOO! NOOO! NOOOOO!"

"Now now Olly." Nirvana repeated the process with her other prisoner, kissing him full on the mouth "Your sacrifice will give me everything I want in life. Surely you see that."

Both now physically freed Ollivanders bowed down in supplication "Anything for you Lady."

"And your service will always be remembered." She promised with a beatific smile, caressed both faces and heads tenderly and waved them off. Lastly nodded at her selected crew, who drew their wands, bowed heads and went into action.

Abcij

Ron Weasley had been Harry Potter's partner while in the Auror Corps. He'd made two mistakes that ended that career. One was using magic to sneak his way through the Welsh Driving Authority. The second was telling his friend while in a public hallway. The comment was overheard and reported. In another time it might have been brushed under the carpet. But that was the past, all is well. He's married to the Minister for Magic, son of a Department Head and partnered with his brother George in the tremendously successful Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes.

A great deal of damage had been done to Diagon Alley. He did not want to believe his long missing sister had anything to do with it. Yet the evidence, which he had more access to than the rest of the public, was difficult to deny. The extensive damage to Diagon Alley had only incidentally affected WWW. But today, Ron just had a stupid accident. He stubbed his toe on some broken glass. In a moment of pain, dropped his wand and stepped on it. Thus, he arrived outside Ollivander's a few minutes before its scheduled opening.

"Ahh… Ronald Weasley …14", Willow, unicorn tail hair." The proprietor greeted the customer pleasantly "Do come in. How can I help you this fine morning?"

The redhead took off his hat and scratched at the back of his neck nervously "Well, you see, what it is sir …bloody stupid of me. Was wondering if maybe you could fix a wand. Just broke it, bloody idiot. If not, guess I need a new one."

"Well, step on up lad, step on up." Garrick waved an inviting hand at Ron.

The sight that confronted the just beginning to grey redhead would haunt his dreams until his dying day. He dropped his broken wand, then he hit the floor and scooped the pieces up to point it at Ollivander as best he could.

"Is there something wrong?" the proprietor tilted his head innocently.

On the floor, per Auror training and experience, Ron scrambled his way outside. Out of the pieces of his broken wand, he managed to get off the purple sparks of an SOS. Two Aurors arrived in under a minute with the pops of apparation. A third, on foot, ran around the corner two minutes later. She arrived in time to get the most important information "…oody off his nut! Sitting there talking wands while some dead guy is sitting there with brain and eyeballs 'anging out!"

"Who? Ollivander?" asked the witch wearing the Senior Auror insignia. To which Ron nodded. She followed up "Is he armed? Wand? Anything else?" Again, a headshake. And she immediately decided "Right. In we go. Weasley, I know you were in the corps, but you're 20 years rusty. Still, bring up the rear."

Abcij

The visitor knew this wasn't going to be pleasant. Not that he'd put it off, just that there hadn't been time in the couple days since his friend's wife and father were deposed. Nevertheless, this had to be handled at his level. Steeling himself, he opened the door to WWWs and immediately saw both owners "George, Ron. Crazy week, huh?"

"Director Potter. Or is it Minister?" The brothers greeted him coolly "Still holding Hermione and Dad?"

He sighed at the redheads, ignoring the thoroughly fascinated customers "I don't know what history will call it, but it wasn't a coup. Arthur was only stunned when he tried to attack a fellow director, otherwise not a shot was fired. The cabinet acted unanimously and in accordance with our laws. And no, I am not Minister. I'm in charge under the martial law terms, but that ends as soon as this attack on our people does. I talked to the Aurors, but I want it from you."

"There's no way Ginny practically beheaded Mr. Ollivander's son." Ron sounded so sure.

Accepting that with a nod, Harry went on "Ollivander talked to the Aurors while you were there. What did he say?"

"Lovegood hair don't belong with Potter eyes." It was the one thing he couldn't get his head around "They found the eyes in a wand box. And most of the top of that poor bloke's head - - - I don't want to know. I couldn't do that to Malfoy even."

Harry joked meaningfully "Not even back in Second Year?"

"Better'n slug swallowing." George had been there too.

Harry stopped smiling "I don't even want you to tell me if this Lady Nirvana has contacted you. I want a peaceful end to this, but the only way we'll get that is if she surrenders. She can name a place and time, but it has to be unconditional. She gets a fair trial with ICW oversight."

"No death penalty?" asked Ron, almost pleading.

He shook his head "This offer is from Harry Potter head Auror. If she encounters Harry Potter father and husband it's no quarter. She won't get near my home."

"Neither of us can say we've had contact with this Nirvana. Right George?" Ron assured him.

Long Weasley experience told him it was true. He nodded "I've got alot to do. There's limits who can visit Hermione and your father, but any Weasley but one are cleared."

"Don't know where we'll be after this, mate. Guess it sorta depends. But thanks for that." Ron offered a hand.

Harry went further and hugged each brother before departing. Outside he disapparated, but it was not very far, only to a room on the other side of the street with a clear view of the storefront. "Mordechai? You and Dean all set for this?"

"He points I fire. Simple." The young Hit Wizard declared confidently.

A tall lean black man spoke in a lightly sarcastic tone "Yeah Kyla, you know Harry Potter …uh-huh, that one… my ex-girlfriend's ex-boyfriend? He wants me to setup her murder. Mind if we separate for anywhere from a day to …uhh… six months? Can I narrow that? Ahh, no."

"You didn't tell her that!?" groaned Harry.

The Hit Wizard cut in practically "I'm getting sound from five of the six sources you said you'd be able to plant, sir."

"You'll be able to track Ron and George separately. No problem at all. And hear every word." He promised before looking at the other former Gryffindor "Believe me Dean, if I could do this I would. But one, I'd be way too conspicuous. Or rather my absence would be. And Auror Berrycloth here is a much better shot than me. I've been riding a desk too long. I certainly couldn't ask a Weasley to do this. You know her voice best."

Dean Thomas still wasn't a happy man "Still seems awful cold-blooded to me."

"Would you prefer a great big Battle of Hogwarts all over again?" complained Harry bitterly "I learned to hate Albus a bit for his Greater Good thing. But THIS is what it really is. If it costs some of my self-respect then so be it. I KNOW Berrycloth won't miss and I know YOU won't get the target wrong. What if I depend on someone else …not quite as close as you were… they MIGHT finger the wrong person. Could you live with that?"

That made Dean more angry at his former classmate, but he quashed the emotion "I'm here, I agreed to it. Just hope Kyla understands when I do tell'er the truth."

"Remember, afterward it's whatever you say." Harry assured him "I'll publicly pin the highest civilian honor on your chest, or forget it ever happened. There's no records …anywhere." And with that, he left the pair alone, disapparating.