Chapter 18: Relaxing, Requests, and Refusal
The morning the students were scheduled to leave, the Daily Prophet released a statement about a break-in at the Department of Mysteries. A very livid Saul Croaker was furious at how some individuals could bypass the security measure. Not only that, but someone had been attacked. When asked who they were? Or if there were any recordings? Saul only mentioned them being Death Eaters, showing the dark mark on their left arms. Anything else was kept quiet as he would personally sweep through the department as it was under his jurisdiction. Dumbledore, however, had been absent, having to attend a meeting in Seoul, though the moment he returned to Britain, he immediately rushed to the Ministry of Magic.
In the midst of breakfast, Professor McGonagall pulled the Weasley children away to speak with them into her office, where she informed them that Arthur Weasley was the one who'd been attacked. She did not know how, but he was brought to St. Mungo's late last night by an unknown individual. Their mum and oldest brother, Bill, was already with him, but according to the healers, Arthur was still endangered as he'd been subjected to the cruciatus curse and was bitten by a snake several times. The venom was more potent than anything they had ever seen before, and they didn't have an antidote. As such, the Weasley children were allowed to use her network to floo straight to the hospital.
Late in the afternoon, when a majority of the students boarded the Hogwarts Express to go home and be with their families. A handful of the staff stayed, while a few went to tidy up their things before leaving the castle. Sitting in his office, Harry began thinking about the next course he would need to take regarding Voldemort. With his final Horcrux gone, Tom would have no chance of ever coming back. As much as he liked the thought, there was no way the bastard would go down without a fight. Another issue was his plan to elevate his power. Perhaps he and Miwa should have captured the people in the facility and sent them to the ICW along with the recording and any additional information about their criminal activities. Hopefully, the council can put a plan into motion on how to stop them before they can increase his power. Tom was already a magical juggernaut who studied the darkest forms of magic to a degree more dangerous than Grindelwald ever did. Several obscure branches of magic were thought to be lost to time.
Then leaning back in his chair, he let out a deep sigh, trying to push those thoughts away. Right now, the only thing he was looking forward to doing was to get some time away from the conflict. No fighting. No idiots at the ministry trying to disparage him. No Dumbledore trying to manipulate him. No one trying to kill him. Just relax and enjoy himself.
With a wave of his hand, all the files and books sprawled across the desk and on the sofa returned to where they belonged. Feeling like everything was in order, he stood up, ready to round his desk, when someone knocked on the door. His senses told him the person was not an enemy. Then with another wave of his hand, the door opened to reveal the stoic face of Minerva McGonagall. Though her outer visage was expressionless, her eyes showed much concern. "Professor McGonagall," he cordially greeted. "I was just about to take my leave. Is there something you need?"
Thinning her lips, she knew he wanted to get away from the castle to acquire some peace of mind. Something she sympathized with. "Afternoon, Harry," replying in the same tone of voice. "I'm sorry to intrude on you like this, but the Headmaster has requested to see you!"
"Any reason why?" He had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. No doubt Dumbledore intended to ask him about what happened or where he was last night. "Unless it has something to do with my apprenticeship, being an assistant professor, or the remaining students within the castle. Then I have no further obligations or responsibilities that need to be completed."
"It's about the Weasley family," she responded, closing the door behind her. "Arthur was..."
"...yes, I know. Mr. Weasley was attacked last night." That briefly stunned her, so he continued. "Sirius contacted me before breakfast this morning." It wasn't a complete lie as his godfather did call him through the crystals, yet it was only to tell him that Amelia had entered her sixth month of being pregnant. "To be honest, I do not see how it requires me to speak with him."
"He was assigned guard duty for the Order when he was injured and might not make it. The healers said he arrived late at night, heavily bleeding and poisoned with snake venom. They do not know how to save him or how long he might have...whatever the venom is, they do not have an antidote." Harry listened as she explained. "For whatever reason, Dumbledore believes you might know of a way to help."
"Let me stop you right there," raising a hand. "Contrary to what he believes, I am not a healer, nor do I care anything for what happens to his Order of Phoenix. Look, I'm sorry about what happened to Arthur. I really am. But he chose to follow the headmaster; therefore, this is Dumbledore's responsibility." While he respected Mr. Weasley, the fact remains that he needed to realize that the man he decided to follow did not have his best interest at heart.
"Harry," she began in a calm, sad voice. "I know you don't like Albus and will never in a million years help him. But Arthur is an innocent man who was attacked because Voldemort wants something the Order is guarding." Attempting to reason with him.
"Yet, I am not part of the Order. So, therefore there's no need for me to involve myself," he retorted. "Furthermore, he should have known better than to go gallivanting for someone who is hardly trustworthy and alone. Death Eaters fight in teams...and Arthur is a single man who should have been more cautious. But, as innocent as he may be, this was his choice, and he should have put more thought into what he was signing up for! No one made it for him." Then taking a deep breath.
"Why was he alone? Why was no one else with him? And does he know why Voldemort wants it so badly or why Dumbledore won't just tell the people in his precious Order what is really going on?" He looked her directly in the eyes. "Chase the answers, and maybe you'll learn the truth!"
Before he could look away, he gave her another look, but the neutrality in his eyes softened. Showing that he understood where she was coming from and Mr. Weasley's condition. "...I'm sorry, Minerva. That's my final word on the matter."
Releasing a sad breath. "I understand, Harry," then, turning on her heels, she left the office. But, more than anything, she knew he was right and made some valid points. Arthur chose to adhere to Albus's orders without any thoughts about what could go wrong. Not to mention he was assigned to guard the Hall of prophecies alone! Unfortunately, in doing so, he was attacked by a snake, Death Eaters, and is close to losing his life.
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On board, the Hogwarts Express, the Head Boy, Head Girl, and the Prefects had concluded their mandatory meeting and went to check on their fellow students before going their separate ways. Neville, Luna, Blaise, Tracey, Daphne, and Emily were listening to some music in one compartment. While Aaron and Adrian found seats with the Gryffindor chasers, and the others went to sit with their various friends.
"Two weeks off. Hallelujah!" Neville exclaimed. He sat his O.W.L exam in Herbology; while it was relatively easy, that did not mean he enjoyed it. His remaining classes have gotten tougher, but nothing he couldn't handle as he made a to-do list of what he needed to get done.
"I'm with you, mate. We finally get a chance to relax and have time away from anything stressful or school related." Blaise nodded. "So, Ice Queen, got any plans for the break, or are you going to bum around?" Trying to hide the smile that was tugging against his lips.
Daphne sent an imperious look before responding, "you already know, genius. A mutual friend of ours has likely told you by now." Easily referring to a smiling Tracey, who found looking outside invigorating.
"My parents agreed to let me spend the break with Harry on two conditions: I would stay with them for the first three days of vacation. And I would call once a day to let them know if I am all right."
"Seems fairly reasonable when you think about it," Luna commented. "Given what's happened with Voldemort, the spike in Death Eater attacks, and things in the ministry. You cannot blame them for being protective."
Raising her head to look out the window. An additional reason she was looking forward to her time away from school was because she did six end-of-the-year exams. The week of her exams, Madam Yasmine Quinn personally arrived to administer the tests. During the theory section of the exam, Umbridge marched in, demanding to know why she was being allowed to take some of her exams early. That horrid did the same to Neville, claiming that in her position as High Inquisitor, she should have been informed. Unfortunately for her, Madam Quinn overruled her as they had gotten permission before the school year started and kicked the woman out.
"Well, it looks like we won't reach the station for another couple of hours, so I'm gonna go," Emily announced. Then reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a stone and was whisked away, leaving her friends mildly speechless.
"How did she do that? I didn't know people could use portkeys on the train," Tracey enquired after finding her voice.
Blaise and Neville looked at each other. "Harry," they said in unison. The dark-skinned boy chuckled with a wry grin formed on his lips.
Several hundreds of miles away, the portkey deposited Emily outside the gate from a familiar villa. Retrieving the key he gave her from the storage unit in her watch, she unlocked the gate and entered the wards. She felt the wards activate as the gate closed. Harry was extremely thorough when it came to security. Anyone foolish enough to try breaking into one of his homes will no doubt feel the wrath of the wards and enchantments. Arriving at the door, she used her key to unlock the door and walked in to take in the warm, welcoming atmosphere. Sensing he was out in the back, she stepped through the villa until she reached the backyard to find him reclining on one of the two lawn chairs with a glass of iced tea overlooking the garden to the lake.
"Welcome to my home, Shizuku," he said when she took the other chair. "Seeing as you're here, I'm assuming you have permission," he nonchalantly enquired.
"Mom and Dad said I could stay until the 22nd, then I have to go back," Emily answered, watching him pour her some tea from the picture glass. "Thank you," accepting the beverage.
Drinking some of her tea, she soon spotted, Byakko emerging from around one of the hedges with a satisfied grin. It was hard to believe he was a god as he started rolling on the grass like a normal house cat. A light trill brought the siblings' attention to the left as Suzaku settled on a tree branch. Given the musical trilling he was emitting, they could only assume that he approved of the scenery. That only left the Genbu.
"Where are our reptilian friends?"
"Down, exploring the lake. I told them to stay away from any muggles that might be around. They should be back by this evening." Then, stretching in his seat, "there's gonna be a meeting later today to discuss any new developments in either Dumbledore or Tom's organizations."
"I imagine both parties are miffed after what happened last night," she quipped.
"Mm. Music to my ears," chuckling a bit. "I imagine Voldemort being in a sour mood at the loss of his pet snake/Horcrux. Old man Dumbledore is probably steamed that I refused to meet with him to talk about what happened at the DoM." Then clicking his tongue, "arrogant fool can't accept things being done without his knowledge, nor are going his way.
"You know, he's gonna demand an audience with you. And once he finds out you're not in Britain, he'll send his people on a search party for you," she informed.
He curled his lips into a smirk, "let them try. If they come anywhere near this place, they'll get a welcome they will no doubt remember for a very long time. I'm not answerable to Dumbledore or his group of flaming chickens."
"Enough about them. We're on break. We should enjoy ourselves while we can."
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" She asked with a hopeful smile.
"Mmhm," pulling out a guitar from his watch, started playing songs from the Five Dragons' newest album.
The two spent the next hour or so singing different songs. This was still one of the many things they liked doing together. Playing their instruments and singing songs written by different songwriters, magical and nonmagical. Their final song was "Good Time" by Owl City & Carly Rae Jepsen. Then after that, Harry teleported them to the wizarding district of Milan. The first of many stops was at a museum that housed some of da Vinci's artwork. One painting, in particular, caught the young lord's attention. It depicted King Arthur surrounded by the members of his court at the round table in Camelot. His green eyes rested on his two ancestors and the king himself. The painting held a lot of meaning to him.
Leaving the museum afterward, they explored the district before heading to lunch at a cafe and then headed back to the villa.
Later that day in the evening, before dinner, the crystals above the fireplace's mantle activated, showing their allies' faces. "...we are pleased to report that snake-face is once again mortal. With the death of Nagini, our chances of getting rid of him have steadily increased. However, I doubt he will go down so easily as he'll become more enraged and scared."
"An understatement of the century, Ms. Kawada," Severus's silk voice suggested that was only the start. "The Dark Lord was very angry to learn of her death...despite controlling her over a large distance...he felt her death as it shook him to his core."
"When Avery returned, he did not give him a chance to explain what happened and was subjected to the Dark Lord's wrath." He stated while shivering a bit, "as you all know, the amount of punishment he dull's out for failure has increased. But none of us had ever seen him so angry, especially not when he tortured Lucius for losing his diary."
"Hard to imagine he ever cared about anyone..." Dora quipped.
"Yet, in a way, it makes sense," Hayato interjected. "By incorporating part of his soul into her, he essentially lost the only thing he cared about... Himself! I can only guess what he did to the Death Eater who returned."
"No need to guess, as Avery was brutally tortured before being killed. The remaining members of his inner circle were quite shaken as his aura was filled with nothing except rage and darkness."
"Hmm," Alex was contemplating what to discuss next, "what of Malfoy Sr.? Is he still meeting, Fudge?"
"Yes, when he's not locked in the Lord's study or out traveling to parts unknown. I am pleased to say that he is losing his fortune," an evil smile grew against his lips. "Having to spend a large sum to bribe the Aurors, pay the restitution fees for both himself and Delores, needing to keep Fudge from losing his position as minister, and the healers at St. Mungo to procure a record of him being under the effects of the imperius curse."
Arcturus couldn't contain his amusement as he barked out, laughing, "that French pillock has no idea that this is only the beginning of his torment."
"That's one side being brought down. What about Dumbledore's group?" Asked Karai.
Dora responded, "the old man and a handful of others are frustrated, as they have little to no information on what's happening. Dumbledore was especially angry when Minerva told him you refused his request for a meeting." She let out a deep sigh, "there's something else, Harry. I suspect he'll deploy the Order to come after and bring you to Grimmauld. Some of his staunch loyalists, led by Molly and Emmeline, are livid that you refuse to fall in line and do what he says."
"She's right," Sirius acknowledged. "The Weasley family is divided at the moment, with Molly, Charlie, and Ron blaming you for what happened to Arthur. Bill is beside himself, as you might imagine, and is angry at what happened. Right now, he's torn between being made at Albus for sending Arthur on a solo mission and trying to figure out a way to save his father's life. Fred and George are also upset, though they do not blame you. Finally, Ginerva is angry; however, for the most part, it's directed at Daphne and your other Slytherin friends. To her, it's their fault for apparently corrupting and turning you against Dumbledore and, more importantly, her and her family."
"Tch," Emily clicked her tongue, "damn fool is stubborn. She won't give up until she's made Harry her husband. "
"That will never happen," Harry commented. "She is only a minor annoyance who is after my money and status as the Head of multiple Houses. She wouldn't give me the time of day if I was any other man."
"Anyway, you think about it. She's not worth the time. What else?" He concluded, wanting to get back to more important topics.
Arcturus spoke, "I reached out to some of my contacts abroad. They've confirmed that a handful of people have gone missing, and there have been multiple attacks on several muggle towns... After what you two," looking at Harry and Miwa, "reported about the last mission to Germany we can undeniably say the fucker is experimenting on how to remove their cores."
"That's concerning. Contact the ministries of the people who went missing, tell them to take a census of the remaining citizens in their sectors, and have them improve their security. If the Death Eaters are abducting people, they must provide countermeasures to secure their territories."
"On it," Arcturus grunted. "Nymphadora, your position within Dumbledore's ranks will need to continue for a while longer. After you get enough information on him and his plans, we'll pull you out." She frowned when he used her birthname but nodded. Then, Arcturus spoke to Amelia, "given your condition, you should take a leave of four months. Is there anyone in your department that you trust?"
"...Rufus may be a hardhead man, but he's one of the few who are not corrupt and a person who believes in Law and Order." She would always trust Rufus Scrimgeour to do what was right.
"Then I believe nothing else needs to be discussed for the night," concluded Ichika. "Miwa, Harry, and Emily relax while you can; meanwhile, the rest of us will speak with the representatives and ICW Commanders. And remember, stay vigilant at all times!"
One by one, they signed off, deactivating their crystals.
As soon as they were all gone, Emily plopped down on the Nico sofa behind her while Harry levitated a log into the fireplace and set it on fire. "Imma gonna get started on dinner," leaving her to relax on the sofa.
Back at Hogwarts in the Headmaster's office, Dumbledore was in a right mood. Today had been especially difficult for him as things were growing out of his control. He had a feeling that Tom would make an attempt to get a hold of the prophecy sooner than later; he hoped the Horcrux connecting Harry and Tom could be beneficial. Yet it was not to be. Harry did not come in the middle of the night as he had hoped. It would have been a golden opportunity to get Severus to break down the infernal brat's occlumency shields under the pretense of having him learn how to shield his mind. So Voldemort could send him false memories. From there, it would have been easy for him to get close to the boy and find out what he's been hiding. But, unfortunately, his plan went up in smoke as he neither came last night nor did he adhere to his summons today.
Furthermore, when he went to the ministry to speak with Algernon Croaker about what happened. The man refused to speak. No matter how many times he insisted, the Director refused to share any information. Then finally, things at the Order meeting went from bad to worse as the eldest Weasley child demanded to know how this had happened and why no one was with his father when he was attacked. All of which he wouldn't say. So far, the only silver lining was when Severus reported that Nagini had been killed. Oh, how he would have liked to get his hands on the snake. Her hide and venom could have been very beneficial to him.
Leaning back in his chair to organize his thoughts, wondering how he could use last night's events to his advantage. More importantly, find a way to coerce Harry into his side as he had a destiny to die at Voldemort's hands. The only question was: How would he get the boy to follow him?
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The first three days of vacation passed with the two siblings hanging around the villa; thanks to the wards Harry put up, the temperature was much warmer than it was supposed to be. If one were to guess, the temperature would be equivalent to Italy's springtime. So while Emily would sometimes go outside to read a book, he had to make a quick stop at the ministry and speak with Rufus Scrimgeour and Algernon Croaker about improving the wards. The latter was still pissed that people could get past his department's wards. When Rufus mentioned Augustus Rockwood, the atmosphere became tense. Rockwood was an accomplished, Unspeakable. One of the best the department had in its ranks, he specialized in warding and curse-breaking and possessed extensive knowledge of the ins and outs of the DoM. So, it was no surprise why Voldemort had him as a member of his inner circle.
On the other hand, Auror Scrimgeour, also livid, ordered all Auror and Law Enforcement personnel to lockdown the Ministry of Magic until they could get the entire place warded. He contacted the I.C.W warding department and had them work with the warders who worked in the ministry. The man was in his element as he wanted to ensure that no one with the dark mark could get in again without him knowing. Then finally, when the two were alone in his office, Harry requested to have some Aurors stationed at Hogwarts and patrol Hogsmeade for the upcoming semester. That way, if the Death Eaters or god-forbid Voldemort showed up, the students would have a chance to safely return to the castle.
Upon returning to his house in Italy, he found Emily playing with Naga out in the garden. Seeing that she was safe and happy, he went to his office, where his other half was waiting for him. Entering the room, he spotted Dayvee on his desk. "Are you ready?" the turtle asked. Harry grinned, then gave a curt nod.
"Then let's begin..."
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On Christmas morning, Daphne woke up at 9:30, stretched her body, then exited the master bedroom she shared with her boyfriend. Forgoing any changes, she stayed in her pajamas and walked down the stairs. Halfway down, something pleasant entered her nose; continuing down, she went to the kitchen, where she saw a barely naked Harry standing in front of the stove making omelets and some bacon. The piece of clothing he had were his boxers; strolling forward, she wrapped her arms around his naked torso and pressed her face against his muscular back.
"Merry Christmas, Harry," she said as he turned off the burners.
Turning around, "Merry Christmas, Daphne," leaning down to capture her lips. She happily returned the kiss. "I hope you are hungry because breakfast is ready."
"Starving. Sure smells good." She went to grab two plates from the cabinet, and when each plate was filled with an omelet and three strips of bacon each, they sat at the table. "You seem stiff. Everything okay?"
"I'll be fine," taking a sip of his morning coffee. "Accessing Magical Instinct is no easy task. Damn sadistic turtle," muttering the last part. Dayvee and Naga's training style was brutal, to say the least, as his body would hurt all over after each session. Two days ago, they commented on how they would start teaching him how to use its offensive side. Thankfully there will be no more training for a while. Cutting a piece of his omelet, he put some in his mouth. After chewing, then swallowing it, "we're on vacation. So might as well take advantage of it."
A small laugh escaped her lips, "you just read my mind. Are we still going to Black Castle?"
"After we're done with breakfast and get a shower," nodding in confirmation. "I imagine Astoria is annoyed at having to wait to open presents."
"Good!" Daphne quipped with an evil grin. The day she was due to leave, her sister made one too many snide remarks about her being so far away with only Harry in a villa. Tori had a real knack for annoying her. "I say we let her wait for a bit longer."
Harry chuckled, noticing the evil glint in her eyes.
When breakfast was over, they went back upstairs to grab a shower. He was the first to step into the shower, allowing the hot water to fall on his body. A minute later, Daphne walked in with a mischievous smile and a towel covering her body. Opening the glass door, he mirrored her smile.
"Is there room for two?" Pretending to look around the large shower.
In response, he pulled her inside as the towel covering her fell to the floor, exposing her naked body. She wrapped her arms and legs around his neck and above his waist, where they soon engaged in a heated makeout session. Time ceased to have any meaning as the two teenagers thoroughly enjoyed themselves. Then, as if thinking the same thing, they felt like the others could wait a little longer.
At around noon, they emerged from the shower, and while they didn't go all the way, they did other things. Dressing in comfortable clothes, they, along with their animal companions, used the floo network to leave the villa.
Once the spinning stopped, they exited the fireplace and entered the main sitting room of Black Castle, where the others were waiting. Members of the Greengrass family, Kawadas, Severus, Susan, Stevenson, and Blacks (born and married into the family) were present except for Narcissa and her family. Astoria immediately pounced on the two for being late. Daphne only smirked while Harry left the two to bicker while he went to greet everyone.
"How are you enjoying the holidays, little brother? No missions. No politicians trying to defame or kill you..." Miwa spoke with a sly smile.
"No headmaster trying to annoy or recruit me to little society. It's great!" The two shared a quick laugh and hugged each other. "Glad you could come, big sister. But you know I'm taller than you," he quipped.
"Yeah? Well, who can still cut you to pieces with her swords," she playfully retorted.
"Touche," giving a wry grin.
Not ten minutes later, Sirius announced it was time to open presents. Arcturus could only shake his head disapprovingly at his grandson's childish antics. At least he was not a complete child like he was before. In all honesty, he was actually proud of the boy for becoming a better man and a soon-to-be father.
As they all opened their individual gifts, Harry summoned Kreacher from Grimmauld. The old house elf popped into the room to stand by the other Blacks. "I have something special for you all," glancing at Sirius, Arcturus, Andromeda, and Kreacher. He teleported away for a minute, then returned with a portrait in wrapping paper.
A wave of his hand, he levitated and added a permanent sticking charm to make it stick to the wall. Then, with another wave, the wrapping paper vanished, revealing the one they had not seen in years. All three Blacks, along with Kreacher, were rendered silent. Sirius was so shocked that he almost fainted had it not been for his heavily pregnant wife. Standing in the portrait was a person who shared a similar resemblance to him but with shorter hair. It was Regulus Arcturus Black.
"Re-Regulus," tears started to form in Sirius's eyes, "i-is it really you?" His voice was shaking.
"Who did you expect? Our mother?" Regulus joked. "It's good to see you again, you fleabag." He then shifted his gaze elsewhere. "Hello, Grandfather, Andromeda. I've missed you both."
Andromeda covered her mouth as tears of joy ran down her face. Meanwhile, Arcturus's normally cold visage cracked as he looked between his grandson and nephew. Then finally, there was Kreacher, who looked on the verge of having a heart attack.
"How did you this? How is this possible?" Arcturus's grey eyes narrowed at his heir.
"If I told you, you would not be happy," Harry casually replied. "Let's just say I wanted to restore something to our family. Or should I say, someone."
"Now, grandfather, don't be mad at Harry." Regulus intervened, "as crazy and foolish as his plan was, I'm glad he brought me." Fighting back his own tear, which threatened to come from his eyes, "we have a lot of catching up to do."
"Reggie," Sirius was freely sobbing. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Reggie. For everything, I should have stayed! I should have protected you!"
"Siri. I never blamed you," responding with a sad smile. "If there are any people who should be blamed, they're our mother and Voldemort. Where if I could have one wish-it would be to go back in time, so I could have left with you. We could have gone to grandfather, and Aunt Cassie had things been different."
"And Kreacher," he looked down at the sobbing house elf with a genuine smile. "Thank you. Thank you for helping my family fulfill my final wish! You were more than just a simple house elf. You were my friend and closest ally!"
Kreacher took out a handkerchief to wipe his tears and blow his nose. "Thank you, master Regulus," he bowed his head. "Kreacher is only sorry that it took so long."
Harry turned to the others, "can you lot give us the room? We have some family business to discuss."
"Take as much time as you need," Ichika escorted everyone to the dining room, leaving the Blacks, Harry, and the Tonks in the living room.
All who remained began talking earnestly, with Arcturus leading on what happened after Voldemort's first defeat. Regulus responded by saying he knew most of this as Harry filled him in on what's been happening. He explained how he never wanted to become a Death Eater, but his mother was insistent that he'd join, threatening to cut him off should he refuse. An angry Sirius cursed his mother to the depths of hell for forcing his brother into serving that lunatic. When he discovered that Voldemort had created a Horcrux, he thought about informing Arcturus and Cassie to see if they could help but knowing Voldemort. He would have subjected them to tortures that would have made Herpo the Foul and Gellert Grindelwald have nightmares. Had he known about the other Horcruxes, he would have done things differently.
"Again. Are you sure his Horcruxes are gone? All of them?" He looked imperiously at Harry, who nodded.
"Positive. The one in my scar, his diary, Gaunt family ring, Salazar's locket, Rowena's diadem, Helga's cup, and Nagini have all been destroyed. And I promise he will pay for what he did to our families." He vowed.
"I can see why you made this one your heir," Regulus turned to his grandfather. "He has the Black family spirit." Though his happy expression changed into one of seriousness, "however, you need to remain on your guard as he is not the only person you need to be concerned about. From what you all have told me regarding Albus Dumbledore's actions and inactions, he's had a long-term goal and will do anything it takes to ensure it's accomplished."
"No need to tell us that," Sirius retorted. "The old fool has gone too far and will undoubtedly suffer for what he's done. But, Harry, you will need to be careful; a desperate man will do anything to get what he wants. I've seen the look in Dumbledore's eyes when the members of the Order have failed to locate you. My thinking is that he wants you where he can keep a close eye on you."
"That's nothing knew," Harry scoffed. "He and his Order of chicken have been trying to send me letters since the first day of Yule break. But luckily, I'm the kind of person who takes security seriously. And with the protections around my villa, neither their owls nor even Fawkes can find me." Coolly stating with determination in his eyes.
"If they want to come after me, they better ensure their health insurance is paid up because I won't go without a fight. No one summons or forces me to do things I do not want to do! Especially not an interfering goat fucking bastard with a delusion of grandeur," beginning to laugh. "The people who work with him are becoming discontent and are realizing that he is not the leader they believe him to be. Concerns, unanswered questions, lack of results, and limited resources/allies are crippling his organization."
"To destroy an enemy, you don't attack them from the outside. Instead, you destabilize, exploit their weaknesses, take advantage of their strengths, and when they're at their breaking point, do you take them down."
He was rewarded with an approving smile from Arcturus while the others stared wide-eyed. "Spoken like a true Slytherin! Victory and Defeat are measured by the smallest of details. Glad to see someone in this family can think ahead. Impressive!" Then pausing for a minute to look at his great-granddaughter, "things are deteriorating, aren't they?"
"Everything is proceeding according to plan," she confirmed, yet her eyes held a small amount of sadness.
"What is it?" He asked.
"I just feel sorry for Arthur," she stated, eliciting a groan from the man and Harry. Then sucking in a breath, she continued, "look, I understand what you all think of the Weasley family, and while I do not care for some of them either. But Arthur is a good man who doesn't deserve to be tossed aside like some broken toy."
Harry put up a hand to silence his uncle, "what did the healers say about his condition?"
"The venom coursing through his body is slowly yet painfully killing him, bones rotting, organs aren't functioning properly, and his blood is becoming cold. They estimate he won't make it through the third week of January," Dora answered.
Running his finger through his hair and rubbing his chin, he thought to himself. Mr. Weasley was a fool for trusting Dumbledore, and despite wanting him to learn a lesson, he did not deserve to die. However, if he helped save his life, the old goat would hound him to help the Order more often. As a result, he'll effectively be more involved with Albus's group and be under his thumb, which he would like to avoid. Then again, this might be a ruse to get him to help the Weasley family; perhaps this might be his plan. Either let Arthur succumb to the effects of the venom and be guilt-tripped or blamed for the man's death. Or risk saving a pawn and later becoming a pawn himself. A difficult decision.
After contemplating his thoughts, he sucked in a breath and decided. "Follow me, Dora," leading her upstairs to the Lord's study.
The two spent the next hour or two talking about the different scenarios that might occur, on what might happen if he helps or doesn't. Eventually, coming to a decision, they left the study on pleasant terms. Even though the antidote was still not ready, it might save his life once it's been completed.
Three days later, a dark-hooded individual apparated to a secluded spot in Germany. She knew this was a huge risk, yet with everything going on; she had little choice. Approaching the modest two-story house, she stilled her resolve, proceeding forward as there was a lot on the line. Before knocking on the door, she had to pass the protective enchantments; most of the wards she knew came from the House of Black, the others she had never seen before.
The door opened, revealing an indifferent Nymphadora Tonks, "were you followed?" The cold edge in her voice made Narcissa ignore the shiver down her spine and shook her head.
"No, one knows I'm here." The young metamorph stood aside, letting her in.
"Turn out your pockets," Dora ordered. "Turn out your pockets," saying it in a harsher voice when she didn't move at first. Lifting her hood, she emptied her pockets. The only thing Narcissa had was her wand, key to get back home, and wallet.
Dora wanted to be sure, so she performed diagnostic charms on the older woman to see if there were any listening charms, weapons, or anything that could be used to cause them harm. "They're in the kitchen," just when Narcissa was about to walk, she was stopped. "If you betray us in any form or way, I'll kill you myself." The danger in her dark silver eyes let her aunt know she was not bluffing.
Narcissa nodded while Dora led her to the kitchen, still gripping her possessions.
"She's clean," Dora informed the room's occupants, consisting of her parents and Sirius. "This is all she had in her possession," dropping the items on the table.
"Thank you, dear," Andromeda replied, then turned to her sister. "Hello, Cissy," the greeting held warmth.
"Andi," Narcissa returned. She briefly looked at Theodore and Sirius, both of who frowned at her for different reasons. The latters expression was colder than the formers. "Thank you for agreeing to see me on such short notice. I'm glad you see you're well again."
"Enough small talk. What do you want, Narcissa?" A sharp voice from Sirius cut off any further conversation.
"Sirius," Andromeda sent a disapproving glare at him. "We agreed to hear her out. Contrary to what happened in the past and who her husband is, she's still family-and, my sister."
"No, Andi." Narcissa stopped her sister as she knew she deserved the treatment from him. "I deserve this, as none of you have a reason to trust me." Her voice was small similar to that of a desperately frightened child. "But I come before you, not as a lady from a Most Noble or Ancient House, but as a mother who fears for her son's life. Please listen to what I have to say."
Andromeda inclined her head. Meanwhile, Theodore gave a curt nod, "you at least deserve that right. But whether you'll get our help is debatable."
Accepting his words, she spoke, "the reason I'm here is to seek protection for myself and Draco. If I went to grandfather and Hadrian, they would not hesitate to kill or let him die."
"The Dark Lord, himself…has been quite expressive with his disappointment as of late. That week Draco and the others arrived at the Manor was beyond horrible as he tortured them with the cruciatus curse and used other forms of torture until they went insane." The memory of her son and his friends being tortured was still fresh in her mind. "...Only after having his sanities restored did he continue."
"So let me get this straight," Sirius narrowed his eyes at her. "You want us to help your arrogant and overly spoiled brat of a son? The boy is a miniature version of his father, who likes to torture and make the lives of others miserable."
"I give it until the beginning of August, and he takes the dark mark," Dora added with disdain.
By this point, tears started coming down Narcissa's face, "please, I beg of you...do not let him die. Draco may be extremely arrogant, egocentric, and selfish, yet he's still my only son. Do not ask me to watch him be killed."
"Mm," Andromeda looked at her cousin and daughter, who appeared to be unconvinced of her sincerity. Narcissa was not a murderer, nor did she ever take the dark mark. Haughty, yes, but never cruel and sadistic like Bellatrix. She knew better than anyone when her younger sister was sincere in her intentions. "She risked everything to come here, knowing that Voldemort would dispose of her should he find out."
"Mom, you cannot honestly take her word for-"
"Nymphadora," cutting her daughter off, "I know my sister better than anyone. Besides, wouldn't you risk everything to ask someone on the other side for help if your father and I were in a similar situation?" She then looked at Sirius, "I seem to remember a certain person who had his head so far up his arse that he put faith in the wrong person and lost years of his life because he didn't ask for any additional help. Can you tell me who that person was?"
Wisely keeping his mouth shut as she knew she was talking about him.
Resuming, she delivered her decision, "Narcissa. You know what your son is like. He would immediately jump at the chance to become a Death Eater." When it seemed like she was about to start sobbing again, Andromeda raised a hand. "That said, he is still a child whose been led astray. While I cannot vouch for how he will respond, I'll speak to Harry on your behalf and see if he'll agree to protect you both and keep your son alive. It'll be the best I can do since grandfather will soon pass the title of Lord to him."
"Thank you, Andromeda," bowing her head in gratitude.
"Do not make me regret this, Narcissa. I, too, have people I wish to protect."
"You have my word!"
(0^0)
During the last two days of break, Dumbledore called for an Order meeting. A few members were not happy at being disturbed by the sudden announcement. Others for different reasons. Alastor opened the meeting by explaining what's been happening at the ministry. More accurately, in the Auror department, what with Rufus handling things in Amelia's place while on maternity leave.
"...he is not taking any chances. Rufus has been on the warpath, screening everyone. In addition, the Aurors, Unspeakables, and a division of warders from the I.C.W have been hard at work installing wards throughout the departments. If anyone tries to break in again...then let's just say there will be consequences."
Kingsley's normally stoic expression turned into a small smirk, "putting it lightly, aren't you," he quipped. "All the same, it is in our best interest to stop guarding the Hall of Prophecies. There are other things we need to worry about. Director Croaker is livid that people are coming near his department late at night. Listen, I've known Algernon for years, and if something proves to be a security risk to his department or any of his Unspeakbles, he'll go to great lengths to neutralize the threat."
"I'm afraid we have to agree to disagree, Kingsley," Albus solemnly said, ignoring the oldest Weasley child's angry glare. Bill was unhappy to learn that his father only had weeks to live. "In these difficult times, we must do what is necessary even if others dislike them. We have a responsibility to keep the prophecy out of Voldemort's hands or risk everything."
A scoff from Bill drew everyone's attention, "responsibility? That's a load of bullshit coming from you. You talk about responsibilities and duties, yet you're not the one who is lying in a hospital bed." He challenged. The edge in his voice showed his anger.
"Bill, we have been over this. I am sorry for what's happening to Arthur, but my hands are tied, and we cannot divert our attention or any resources. Furthermore, our mandate is to guard the prophecy and ensure that Voldemort's reign ends. Anything else is a distraction."
Not liking the response, he retorted, "so that's it? My father risks his life for you. Has never once questioned your orders. Has been loyal to you. And you refuse to lift a finger to help him in his time of need! You're a fucking hypocrite!"
"Bill, that is enough," Molly raised her voice. "Your father is a good man, but if Albus says there's no way to save him, then..."
"Your taking his side," pointing the finger at Dumbledore. "Your husband is lying in that hospital bed, and you're acting like you don't even care." Snapping back at her. "After years of marriage. After your actions nearly destroyed this family, he stayed with you. That is what loyalty is! I thought you would have been loyal to him in return."
The atmosphere around the kitchen became tense as the temperature dropped. Some of the members agreed with Bill as they would be angry if someone they loved was sent on a dangerous assignment and did not receive help. But, on the other hand, the rest sided with Albus. Some happened to be Charlie and Ron.
"What's more, you still haven't told us why he was alone without any backup. Or given any clairvoyance as to how Voldemort and his army will be defeated." He argued. "I want answers now! What are you hiding!?"
Charlie had had enough of his brother's ranting. "It is not your place to decide what Professor Dumbledore tells us or doesn't. He obviously has very good reasons for keeping us in the dark. You need to respect his decisions." Unbeknownst to him, his condescending voice and the decision to remain loyal to Albus put a deep strain on their relationship.
"Big talk for a man who has minimum respect for the family he was born to," Bill's frosty gaze made him shift uncomfortably in his chair. "I don't care what his decisions are...he owes us some answers. If someone attacks our family, we deserve an explanation why, or did you forget what family loyalty is?" Seeing that he was going to get no reply, he turned away.
"I ask you one more time, Dumbledore," stated in a firm unresolvable voice. "Will you tell us why our father was sent alone? Will you help him survive?"
Inhaling sharply, "nothing I say will be to your liking." Shaking his head, "I'm sorry, but I cannot help." The resources and international he had will not be wasted on Arthur as he was inconsequential to his overall goal.
"Then we are done here," walking out of the kitchen and heading upstairs to speak with his siblings. Entering the twin's room, he found Fred, George, and Ginny sitting on the bed. "I'm leaving, guys. But before that, I need to get this out."
Their attention was on him. Fred and George were beyond angry, while Ginny seemed only mildly upset. "Our illustrious leader," spitting the word out like a bad lemon, "of the Light has refused to save our father. After years of fighting by his side. After years of following his lead, Albus tosses him aside like an obsolete broom."
"To think at one point we..." George started.
"...wanted to join the Order. But if this..." Fred added.
Speaking together "is how they treat their allies, then we want nothing to do with it."
"What do mum, Charlie, and Ron..."
"...stand on this?"
"You two really need to ask?" Bill asked with sarcasm dripping from his voice. "They'd rather side with him than father."
"Maybe they're right," Ginny said, shocking her brothers. "If his time has come, then there is nothing more we can do. And professor Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of all time. So he must have his reasons."
Bill couldn't hold it in any longer. His temper finally broke free. He verbally lashed out at her for not caring and being a traitor to the family. This continued for fifteen minutes, reducing her tears as he said she was no family to him. When he stomped out of the room, a furious Fred and George told her to get out as they needed time to think about their future with their family members.
Back in the kitchen, the Order meeting continued, with several of the members arguing with one another.
"He has every right to be angry," Sirius vehemently said. "Arthur's life hangs in the balance, and we do not have the number like back in the first war."
"Sirius is right," Remus offered his support. "If he cannot protect and help us, how can we oppose Voldemort? We must find a way to help Arthur!"
"Sirius, Remus, please. I understand your anger and concerns, but we need to shift our focus to more important tasks." Dumbledore trying to get things back on topic. "For starters, we've yet to locate young Harry and bring him here. None of our letters appear to reach him. Every time we send an owl, they fail to locate him. Wherever he is, not even Fawkes can seem to pinpoint his position."
"I think Harry made it pretty clear that he wants nothing to do with you or the Order," came an agitated Nymphadora. "His refusal to meet with you at the start of yule should have indicated his feelings."
Minerva added, "he's not obligated to be here, nor have the desire to lend any help. Obviously, wherever he is, he is safe and enjoying himself."
"But safe for how long," Molly retorted. "No matter his feelings, he needs to be protected, and there's no place safer than where we can keep an eye on him. Why aren't the two of you more concerned about his whereabouts?" Looking at Sirius and Nymphadora. The latter smirked at the irritating woman.
"Your idea of protection is bringing him to be near people he cannot stand to be around. When Sirius and I saw him for Christmas, he was perfectly safe and happy. Just like anyone on vacation should be."
"You saw him and didn't tell us," Molly's fierce temper began to show.
"I must concur with Molly as you two should have told us your encounter with him," Albus said with a disappointed yet agitated voice. Both Sirius and Dora rolled their eyes, not at all swayed. "Do you know where he is?"
Sirius met his gaze with an aloof expression, "don't look at me. I don't know where he's staying. He never told me."
"What about you, my dear? Do you know where Harry is?" Turning his attention to Nymphadora.
"Yeah. I know where he is. That doesn't mean I'm going to tell you."
Molly stood up, having had enough. "Nymphadora Tonks, you will tell us where Harry is or-"
"Or what?" She narrowed her eyes in a challenging manner. "He and I are not your children, Molly. We're adults who can make our own decisions." The woman was seriously grating on her nerves. "Just because I know where he is doesn't mean I'm going to tell so you and Dumbledore can bring him here to treat him like a prisoner. Even if I wanted to tell, which I won't, I couldn't. So, cut the bitching and overbearing mother attitude!"
When Molly was about to start one of her tirades, Sirius stood up, "choose your words carefully, Molly. Harry is safer and happier where he is, and you have no say in the matter! He is not a child, nor is he your son! He is the Head of several families and has undergone magical maturity! Translation: he's an adult who can do what he pleases."
Kingsley nodded. "They are correct. Lord Potter is not one to take unnecessary risks. The enchantments he's under have kept the Death Eaters from finding him, and if they can't get ahold of him, that makes our job a lot easier. Besides, there's little doubt that he's in Great Britain; if it were me, I'd find a place abroad where my enemies could not find me." He rationalized. As of late, he's been feeling like more of a mediator than anything else, and it annoyed him. "Harry can defend himself perfectly, and if he wants to be found, he will be. Other than that, we'll have to wait until the start of the new term."
Sirius and Dora shared a similar look as they appreciated what Kingsley was trying to do. He trusted Harry, and Harry trusted him. Kingsley might be an Auror, a father, and a member of the Order, but he was a man who valued loyalty above all else. If he was going to be loyal to someone, he'd expect their loyalty in return. Fair is Fair.
The Order was divided for the rest of the night as tension was palpable. People loyal to Dumbledore tried to get Harry's location out of Sirius and Dora but weren't given an inch. Minerva and Alastor, Remus, and Kingsley voiced their opinions on continuing their search for Harry and their desire to find a cure for their comrade. Ron and Hermione, the least experienced members, did not have much room to stand as they'd never been on a mission save for the one at Hogwarts. Severus watched the group carefully, wondering how much longer it would take for the fools to remove their heads from their arses. Several of them were hopelessly naive, not to mention too adherent to Dumbledore's orders. They had no idea what was happening, only given little instructions and being sent to far too dangerous places.
However, other things greatly concerned him as to why Dumbledore was so eager to involve children in a fight they were unqualified for. How some people like Mundungus, Granger, and Weasley were allowed in the Order vexed him. Fletcher was a low-life criminal who'd sell his mum for a few galleons. The only reasons why he was not in prison was cause Albus pulled some strings, and he knew his way around the underworld. Weasley and Granger are idiots with delusions of grandeur and are only interested in getting rewards. This is no game. This is about life and death.
Another thing he found appalling was Dumbledore's aloof attitude when helping a member of his group. Despite what he said, he had resources and contacts that could solve Arthur Weasley's condition. Yet he refuses to use them. That and his growing ambition to bring Harry under his control unnerved him. Shortly after the Weasley patriarch was attacked, he insisted that Harry learn occlumency, even though he already had it. Severus and Cassiopeia made sure of that! His theory was that Dumbledore wanted him to break his shields so he could access the boy's mind. Well, not if he had anything to say about it.
A/N: To reiterate. In my previous chapter I said I post the chapters for my other four stories after they reach seven or eight chapters. But a few details were cut off as I intend to put them on first. That is still my goal. More information will come once I've set my page up.
Now to this chapter. The venom from Nagini is slowly killing Mr. Weasley, though that won't be the case for long. What bothers me is why he seems so loyal to Dumbledore when the old man has hardly shown any loyalty to him. Leaders have to communicate, be responsible, and look after the people in their organizations. That's how you bring out the best in them. Am I wrong?
Harry is not obligated nor answerable to the Order of the Phoenix as he is not a member. While he maybe an emancipated minor he is classified as an adult because he had his magical maturity and is Lord of his House. So, therefore he has no business involving himself in an organization led by a man who's hurt him multiple times.
Narcissa went looking for help like she did in Book 6. But this time she went to Andromeda and Sirius knowing that it'll be dangerous if Voldemort found out. Like any mother they would go to great lengths to protect their children. Draco is a miniature version of his father, and will not get a redemption. I'm still undecided on whether I should kill him or have him sent to Azkaban.
Also, if there is an important thing in life it's that family comes first. Why is it that Molly, Charlie, Ron, and Ginny do not seem to care for what happens to Arthur? Family loyalty will always outweigh loyalty to someone else!
Next Chapter: Return, Warnings, and Departures!