After the final day of yule, the students who left the castle to enjoy their holiday were escorted to Platform 9¾ by their parents/guardians. Where they boarded the Hogwarts Express with their friends to find a compartment. A giddy Susan found a compartment for her and her friends while Daphne, Neville, and Adrian attended a meeting.
"Easy, Sue. I know you're excited, but remember that your aunt has another two months or so before she's due." Hannah playfully chided her giddy friend.
Susan poked her in the side. Blaise snickered, "let our auburn-haired friend enjoy herself. When classes start back up, we'll be up to our necks in paperwork. Oh, how I wish we could just get these O.W.L. exams out of the way."
"You and me both." Tracey, who sat next to him, replied. "But on the bright side, I'm happy with the results from my progress report. Seven O's and three EE's." When her parents got her marks, they were pleasantly surprised, especially her dad. He said if she did as well on her exams in June, her ability to get a job after graduation would be easier.
"We only have a couple months until we sit our O.W.L.s, and after, we can take some time to relax and do things that are fun," sending him a knowing smile which he returned.
An hour later, Daphne and Neville came to join them after completing their sweep of the train's compartments. Almost immediately after sitting down, she was assaulted with questions from the brunette about her stay with Harry. Rolling her eyes, having expected an inquisition, she told enough to satisfy her curious friend's inquisitive mind. Meanwhile, Blaise, Neville, and Hannah started playing a game of exploding snaps. "Sounds like you had a lot of fun."
Tracey quipped. "So, do you have any plans for this upcoming semester?"
"Well, assuming I passed some of my sixth-year exams, I'll be elevated to the seventh-year classes and get some of my N.E.W.T.s out of the way."
Hannah gave her a spectacle look, "assuming?" sarcasm dripped down her voice. "Daphne, please. You're one of the best students Hogwarts has seen in years. Of course, they'll let you take some of your N.E.W.T exams early. They'd be fools not to."
Daphne briefly blushed. Hannah then looked at Neville, "the same with you...Neville. When it comes to Herbology, you are the best in our year. Did the proctors send you your score?"
"Yeah, I scored a 110," Neville answered. He spent a couple more minutes speaking with them before leaving to sit with Luna, who was in a different compartment with some friends.
The rest of the ride to Hogwarts was pleasant as no uninvited guests came to bother them. Arriving at the station in Hogsmeade, the students were already dressed in their school robes and exited the train to see a half dozen Aurors present. They did not expect this as the Aurors never once patrolled the Express, and when they rode the carriages to the castle's gate, there were more. Fortunately, they weren't alone, as some professors were also waiting while the Aurors checked their luggage. The security around the school had definitely been strengthened as the professors had them form three separate lines checking off the list of students who returned from yule break. Once their names and years were confirmed, they were cleared to proceed.
As the last of the students walked to the castle, Filius, Septima, and Pomona took their wands and waved them in an intricate motion erecting the wards. Entering the castle, they went to the Great Hall, where two additional Aurors waited outside the Hall as they sat at their house tables.
At the Gryffindor table, Seamus, Ron, and Dean discussed why Aurors were present. "Yo mate, what's this about? Why are their Aurors here?"
"I don't know, Seamus," Dean replied. "Whatever it is must be important enough for them to search our luggage and for the professors to take roll."
Ron's stomach grumbled, "man, I'm hungry. When is the food going to come out?"
"Do you think about anything other than food?" Hermione questioned.
"Well, excuse me if all I had on the train was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and licorice wands, " Ron's cantankerous response was met with a glare.
Before they could argue, Professor Potter rounded the head table to stand before the owl lectern to address everyone. "Good evening, all, and welcome back to Hogwarts." Their attentions were on him, even the professors. Delores stared daggers at the back of his head, which he ignored, "as I'm sure you all have noticed...Aurors have been stationed at the castle and in Hogsmeade. And the students who returned were asked to verify their identity and year, and their luggage's searched. The reason for this is because Voldemort and" some of them shuddered at the mention of his name, "his Death Eaters are at large. But, thanks to our useless minister of magic being concerned with maintaining his image and stance of things being under control rather than ensuring national security around Britain. The board of governors, professors, and I feel the castle needs to be protected." There were whispers as the students talked amongst themselves.
"Let me state for the record they will not interfere with your day-to-day lives or any classes. They will only patrol the grounds and Hogsmeade, nothing else. I am not saying this to scare you, but your safety is imperative, given what has been happening as of late. Before any of you decide to denounce my claim, know this. Shortly before the start of the yule break, Death Eaters broke into the Department of Mysteries in the ministry. One of the departments that are supposed to be the most secure in the entire ministry. There are two plausible reasons for this: One is because of Augustus Rockwood, as I'm sure many of you know he is, and what he did during the first war. The second would be that the Death Eaters have informants who like to slip information. Information that will put people in danger!"
"You are probably asking yourselves what am I talking about," looking at the various students. "I know many of you have relatives who probably fought in the first war. Some were sympathizers who provided money or political influence; others who openly fought for him and then pleaded to be imperiused. You know who you are. So, let me make this perfectly clear," his voice was cool yet held a slight bit of edge. "If any of you decide to give any information that may potentially pose a threat to any of your fellow students, then the consequences will be on your heads. Meaning, if the Death Eaters or Voldemort attack this castle and they have help from any of you...then you alone will be responsible for any and all things that might happen. Remember, you are responsible for yourselves and your actions, no one else. That is all." Returning to his seat as the house elves popped the food onto the tables before the students.
As the students filled their plates, many were captivated by what Professor Potter said. The people who knew him best knew what he was talking about, as it was a warning that if someone decided to let unauthorized personnel within the school, there would be consequences not just for the person who let them in but for everyone.
At the head table, Professor Umbridge's face was devoid of pleasantries as her eyes narrowed at Harry with nothing but pure hatred. The last two weeks, she spent her time in the company of the Dark Lord, and he was not pleased with some of his followers. For whatever reason, he was very angry to learn that his familiar had been killed. For failing to protect his snake and retrieve the prophecy, her master brutally tortured and killed Lord Avery. Then after him, an Unspeakable named Broderick Bode, who was under the imperius curse, courtesy of Rudolphus Lestrange, ended up in St. Mungo for activating the security spells in the Hall of Prophecies. Rather than risk him admitting to anything, he had an incident occurred late at night, ending his life. Though she was spared some of his displeasure, she no doubt felt his anger as he tortured her. For that, she blamed Potter, feeling like he knew something about what happened at the ministry.
Unfortunately for her, Harry could feel the level of hatred coming from her. He had to resist the urge to smirk as he could tell she did not have a pleasant vacation. Briefly turning his head to meet her gaze, he only got a second to probe her mind for information before she looked away. Despite only being brief, he got some images of a group of people who approached Voldemort. Knowing his adversary so well, there was no doubt that Tom's plan could not be good. However, his thoughts were interrupted when a letter appeared on his lap. He glanced at the center of the table and caught Dumbledore's right eye. It was devoid of its usual twinkle, showing nothing but seriousness.
Then under the table, he quickly opened the letter to read its contents, and as soon as he was through, the letter burst into flames. Harry mentally scoffed as Dumbledore wanted him to come to his office after dinner to discuss some matters of importance. Dumbledore was relentless to the point of being extremely annoying whenever he wanted something. In spite of not trusting the old geezer, he figured he might as well hear what he wanted to say.
When dinner ended, Harry gave the password to the Headmaster's office; the stairs rotated, allowing him to proceed. Coming to the door, he did not bother waiting for a confirmation to enter; he just walked in to see Dumbledore sitting on his golden chair behind his desk. To his left was Minerva, who wore her normal stern visage though her eyes showed she had other things she wanted to do, along with a twinge of sadness.
"I'm so glad you could come, Mr. Potter. We were worried that something may have happened to you over the break." Dumbledore said in a grandfatherly voice, yet there was no twinkle in his eyes. "I am unsure if you are aware, but the Order has been in disarray as none of them could find you."
"Cut the dribble, Dumbledore. What do you want?" He was not in the mood for small talk. He clicked his tongue upon catching a whiff of Granger's scent and Weasley's breath. "There's no point hiding under a disillusionment charm if you forget to remove your scents. Might as well reveal yourselves," looking at the wall on his right.
"How do you do that?" Ron grumbled as the charms melted off them.
"My animagus forms are apex predators, and I was trained in Ninjitsu. Not a good combination if you want to sneak up on someone," returning his attention to the Headmaster. "You inducted these two into the Order and allowed them to form the D.A," sarcasm dripping from his voice while shaking his head, "that is just sad."
Hermione frowned as the others were surprised that he knew. "How long have you known?"
"Since forever," casually responding, "you two are not very subtle nor are you discrete enough. Did you really think your activities have gone unnoticed? Your secret group-the D.A, is not as secure as you think it is. If an odd number of students disappear for hours during the week, it attracts unwarranted attention. Consider yourselves fortunate that neither Delores nor Percy have discovered what you've been doing."
"So, what's stopping you from reporting us?" Hermione challenged.
Letting loose a breath from the corner of his mouth, "simple. If Umbridge found out, it'll put all the members in danger. They will be at her mercy, and that is what I want to avoid. Is that a good enough answer, or do you require more information?"
"Let's have this argument another time as there are more important things to discuss," preventing further discourse. Albus brought the attention back to him. "Where were you these last two weeks, Harry? There was Order business that had to be discussed, and your attendance was needed."
"I was enjoying my time away from you. As for the Order," scoffing a bit, "I'm pretty sure I made my stance on that discussion clear. That is your group; therefore, it's your business, not mine."
"That is where you are wrong," Dumbledore argued. "I have said it many times in the past the Order needs you if we are to defeat Tom and his Death Eaters. The night before the students left, Arthur was attacked while on guard duty."
"Yes, I know about that," Harry replied, wanting Dumbledore to get to the point. "But, how does this concern me?"
He thinned his lips, "this concerns you because he was guarding an important object-something that is desperately wanted by Voldemort. Difficult to say it applies to you as well." Harry only grunted, knowing he was referring to the prophecy. "You don't look at all surprised."
Dumbledore observed behind his half-moon glasses. "That's because I do not believe in Divination. If Voldemort wants an orb, let him have it. It is no skin off my nose. As for Arthur Weasley, I'm sorry for what's happening to him, but he made a choice and is now paying the price."
"You ungrateful git," Ron shouted as Hermione held his arm to keep him from attacking. "My father risks his life to guard a weapon that ties you to the dark wanker, and all you have to say is your sorry?! This is your fault!"
"And at what point did I ask him to do so?" Harry coolly asked. "Blaming me for something that goes on in an organization I am not a part of is pathetic."
Ron stared daggers at him, unable to form any words. The only thing he could do was shoot Potter hateful glares.
"Is there anything else you people need?"
"Are you having dreams at night?" Albus leaned forward.
"I dream a lot," he answered with an aloof attitude. "Though many of them are of the future."
"Any one of them unfamiliar or of dark places? Things you wouldn't normally dream about." He pressed.
"One or two, probably," Harry replied in an even voice.
"Recently?" Albus was slowly growing irritated with the lack of answers he was receiving.
"Alright, alright. I don't like this whole beating around the bush," pinching the bridge of his nose. "I know you didn't call me here to discuss my dreams...so how about you cut the games and stop fishing for information. Either be direct with your questions, or I'm gone."
"Did you have any bizarre dreams of the night Arthur was attacked?" Figuring he would not get anywhere, he decided to come out and ask.
"Hm," tapping his chin, pretending to think, "now that I think about it, I recall dreaming about a dimly lit room and a handful of people."
He saw the man's eyes light up for a split second. "Then why had you not said anything? This information could have been helpful to keep Arthur out of harm's way."
"My dreams are my own, Dumbledore. I don't like my inner thoughts intruded upon, especially by people who are untrustworthy," narrowing his eyes. "And I definitely do not like being used to get information for someone with a questionable agenda. What happened to Mr. Weasley is not on me, and I have no responsibilities to him or your Order. So, how about you do me a favor and keep your fucking affairs away from me. Have a good night!"
Then spinning on his heels, he left the office, leaving the remaining occupants gaping like fishes. Minerva was the first to compose herself, rounding on the Headmaster. "What were you trying to gain, Albus?" The edge in her voice showed her displeasure. "You had no right asking him things that were private."
"I am sorry, Minerva," removing his glasses and placing them on his desk. "Harry hides a great many things... Things that might be helpful to us. I can only theorize that he might have known about the attack, though I cannot prove it."
"Whether he knows or doesn't know is irrelevant, Albus. Harry has made his feelings about helping the Order clear. He does not have any desire to support us nor any reason to trust us, and I, for one, do not blame him," Minerva stated firmly. "Harry is not a weapon or tool to be used..." She was fed up with his games as they were doing more harm than good.
Deep in the castle in Slytherin territory, Daphne made her way to Professor Snape's office. After the house meeting, she sat on one of the couches near the fire with Tracey and Lilith, discussing their future plans. A short while later, their head of house walked in, asking for her to accompany him to his office. Approaching the office door, she was about to knock when he spoke.
"Come in, Ms. Greengrass." Daphne walked in to see Severus filing some paperwork away. "Have a seat," loosely pointing to the chair in front of his desk, which she did.
Then taking a seat himself, "I am pleased to say that you scored well on your sixth-year exams," opening one of his drawers and pulling out her results.
Daphne accepted the transcript and slowly read her results. For a minute, she thought she was going to pass out but was able to say conscious. She was now able to join the seventh-year classes. Severus chuckled at seeing the shocked expression on her face.
"You'll receive your new schedule Monday morning at breakfast." Severus then dismissed her.
Leaving the office, Daphne walked up the staircase to find a secluded spot and transformed into a phoenix. She then iced herself into her boyfriend's apartment. There she found him sitting on the couch in front of the fire with Byakko resting his head on his lap. Suzaku flew from the window over to her shoulder to nuzzle the side of her face.
She gently scratched under his belly while taking a seat next to him. However, her presence went unnoticed as he seemed to be a million miles away. "Harry...Harry. Anyone in there," tapping his shoulder.
"Huh," bringing brought back to reality, turning his head. "Oh, when did you get here?" He hadn't even noticed her coming in.
"A second ago," she replied. "Are you okay? You seem distant." The expression on his face showed he was concerned and thinking about something.
"Dumbledore is becoming more desperate, and I think he suspects my involvement at the Department of Mysteries." Leaning back a bit while scratching Byakko's head.
"That is troubling," she agreed, "if he suspects something about that night, then it won't take him long enough to link things together. Do you think he has spies with the Department of Mysteries?"
"There? I want to say no, but anything is possible. Lucius and McNair still have informants within the ministry and one, maybe two, at St. Mungo. The former is a slimy bastard, yet he's a highly accomplished duelist and wouldn't do anything unless he knew he was protected or without a backup plan." Lord Malfoy might be an idiot, but he was no fool, Harry thought to himself.
"Yes, but don't forget," Daphne held his hand as Genbu came over, "with most of his wealth gone and his political influence diminishing, it won't be long before he loses everything. We just have to be patient and wait for the right time to strike."
"The Death Eaters are afraid and nearing their breaking points. And with Fudge, Dumbledore, and Voldemort growing desperate, things can work to our advantage as they're bound to make a mistake."
Dayvee grunted. "You should listen to your mate as she speaks the truth. The ones you call Fudge and Voldemort have a crucial flaw in their plans. That toad! She will be the key to removing that pompous idiot from office and crippling her master even further."
"I sense something bad is about to happen," Naga warned. "His minions are growing in their powers."
"Then we must ensure the safety of the students, along with everyone in Britain," Harry said in a final tone. "Hopefully, our contacts have some information. I don't like the idea of Voldemort and the other two endangering the students."
Suzaku trilled, "your determination to protect the weak is commendable, young one. Yet it won't do you much good if you exhaust yourself. So, for now, get some rest."
Nodding his head, he allowed his girlfriend to drag him to their room so they could get some sleep.
(0^0)
A week and a few days later, Bill started putting his things away as it was nearing the end of his shift at Gringotts. The oldest Weasley child had not been in a good mood after finding out his father only had a short time to live. He had not spoken to anyone from the Order since their last meeting when he walked out after Dumbledore refused to help. During his lunch period and after his shifts at Gringotts, he would drop by St. Mungo to spend time with his father. Sometimes he silently prayed for some miracle or hope that his dad would survive.
Bill left his office to clock out and exited Gringotts. Walking to the apparition point, he apparated to the wizarding hospital, landing outside the building. Entering, he went to the reception desk to fill out some paperwork, so they knew he was a visitor. Once the receptionist verified his ID, he received a name tag and was allowed to proceed to the long-term care ward. Heading to the elevator, he pressed the floor number and rode the elevator up. Soon after arriving on his floor, he walked off the elevator and through the hall until he reached his father's room. He was greeted with surprise when he opened the door to see no one in the room. Summoning his wand, he was about to cast a patronus charm to send it to retrieve a healer when a handful of them came rushing past him.
"Oi, where's my father at?" Managing to stop one of the healers. It was the same healer that had been keeping an eye on Arthur. "There was a man in this room. Where is he?" His voice became a little more dangerous when she didn't respond the first time he asked.
"Bill? Is that you?" Looking over her shoulder, he was shocked to stillness.
Standing a few feet away was none other than... Alan Norman. Alan was the same height as Bill, yet with short brown hair and a more angular face.
"Alan, what are you doing here? I thought your boss wouldn't let you leave." He briskly walked forward as the female healer raced into the operating room.
"Long story, my friend." Scratching behind his head, "I just arrived an hour ago-" He was cut off when someone screeched.
"What are you doing here?" The two looked at the elevator to see a frowning Molly Weasley.
"Mrs. Weasley, it's good to see you again. It's been too long," he politely greeted.
For whatever reason, her frown deepened into one of hatred. Don't try to appear nice when I know what you are... I allowed you in my house, and yet you lied to me. You were a no-good Slytherin and a member of the Dark faction."
Alan's face fell. "I may have been a Slytherin while at school, but I never did anything that would hurt Bill or his family. My family may have been members of the Dark faction, but we never sided with You-Know-Who."
"You lying toe-rag," she hissed.
"That's enough, mum," Bill snapped. "You have no right to insult him." He then turned his head, "what are you doing here? I thought your boss wouldn't let you come, and you couldn't leave your family."
Flashing Mrs. Weasley a disapproving look, he responded, "I was called to operate on Arthur. You have someone looking out for you." Then, raising a hand to silence him, "I would say more...but I have to move fast if I'm to save your father."
"You are not operating on my husband. Merlin knows what you might do to-" Molly tried to say.
"Do what you have to do," Bill talked over her, giving him the green light.
"No! I will not have this dark wiz-" not able to finish as Bill stunned her and levitated her to a chair.
"Don't worry about her. Please hurry," pleaded Bill.
Quickly snapping out of his shock, Alan rushed into the operating room.
Bill sat next to his stunned mum, thinking about what Alan had said about 'someone looking after him'; he didn't know anybody who could make something like this happen. Alan was like a brother to him. On his wedding day, he asked him to be his best man and his son's godfather after he was born. Bill happily accepted both tasks. A year later, his daughter was born, and Maurice was named her godfather. It was a great day.
Now that Bill had to return to Britain and take a job at Gringotts, things have been different. Some were good, others bad. Since joining the Order of Phoenix, his life and those close to him were put into difficult positions. Some were worse than others, as the people who served You-Know-Who were feeding the intel that put people in danger. When he heard what happened at the DoM, he almost lost it as his father's condition was dire. After Dumbledore refused to help or tell him why he was alone, he immediately called Alan. After explaining his father's condition, his friend went to his boss to request help but was denied. And there was the case that Alan couldn't leave his family behind, fearing that something might happen to them. But, somehow, Alan had returned to try and save his father's life. For that, he was extremely grateful. A couple of minutes while in deep thought, he called Kreacher to have him bring his mum back to Grimmauld Place when she started to stir. The grouchy elf sneered but nonetheless complied and was instructed to keep her there.
Thirteen hours later, a little after seven a.m., Alan and the healers left the operating room, rolling a sleeping Arthur on his bed. Bill, who hadn't slept, immediately shot up to his feet.
"How was the surgery?" Alan could tell he was nervous.
"It was touch and go a few times, but success in the end. He's out of danger. However, I want to keep him here under observation for a day or two." When he finished, Bill pulled him into a tight hug with tears coming down his eyes.
"Thank you, brother. Thank you," crying tears of joy into his friend's shoulder.
Alan chuckled, "your friend there was very persuasive." Gesturing to the person behind him, whirling around, Bill's eyes went wide.
"Harry! You brought him here?"
"Your old man deserves better," putting his hands in his pocket. Walking over to them. "For as much as I hate the old bastard...Arthur is an innocent man. Hopefully, after this, he'll understand what he signed up for and that there are consequences to every action and decision." He cautioned.
"I am just grateful that you were able to bring Alan in time," relief in his voice. "How did you even get him here?"
Thinning his lips and shrugging his shoulders, "his boss owed my grandfather a couple of favors from during the first war. I won't go into details, but they were pretty big, and I agreed to provide your friend with those security orbs. Remember the ones you have?"
Bill nodded. Alan went on to speak, "you owe him more than what you think, old friend. Given your father's condition, normal surgery would not have been enough, so..."
"All I did was create an elixir." Harry finished. "It was a 50/50 chance as it hadn't been used before."
The healers came out of the room with one approaching them, "Mr. Weasley is awake, though I warn you that he is weak and will need time to regain his strength."
Thanking the man, they walked into the room to see a pale Arthur Weasley lying in his bed. Bill walked over to wrap him in a tight hug as Harry locked the door and added some privacy wards so no one outside could hear them.
"Welcome back to the world of the living," he nonchalantly said as he walked over. "You're fortunate to be alive."
"Har-I mean Lord Potter," Arthur corrected himself. "Thank you. I owe you and Alan my life."
"You don't owe me anything, Mr. Weasley," Alan replied.
"Nor I," Harry commented, narrowing his eyes. "What were you thinking going into the ministry alone and without any backup? That was dangerous and careless," chiding the man.
"It was an Order mission. Dumbledore asked me-"
"So you do whatever Dumbledore says?! Where is he now? When your oldest son asked him why no one was with or to help you. He refused twice. Why do you think that is?" Arthur couldn't think of a response.
"Furthermore, do you want grandchildren? Do you want to be involved in their lives?" The man nodded. "Then why risk your life for someone or people who you'd been loyal to for years not to have your back?"
Harry spent the next half-hour berating and asking questions about why he was so loyal to Dumbledore and willing to blindly follow him. Bill told what had been happening in the Order and explained the views of everyone in their family. "Something to think about, I reckon," turning to leave. "You are not a bad man, but you're a damn fool who needs to get his priorities straight and start seeing the bigger picture." Then removing the wards, he stepped out of the room and left the three men alone.
Returning to Hogwarts, the young assistant professor walked through the halls, up the stairs, and went to his office. Taking a seat behind his desk, he waved his hand to close the door and pulled out a set of files he got this morning from his contacts and what the Magus Council sent him. As he read the contents of one file, a hawk owl came flying in the distance with a letter tied to one of its legs. When it tapped the glass window with its beak, he opened the window to let the thing in. The owl flew in and dropped the letter on his desk. In gratitude, Harry pulled out some owl treats, which the bird happily accepted before taking off. Opening the letter, he found it was an invitation to Ulrich and Bianca's wedding on the 24th of February.
(0^0)
The month of January dwindled down slower than what some people would have liked. Arthur was released from St. Mungo's. The Weasley patriarch spent much time thinking about what was said between him, Bill, Harry, and Alan. As a result, he was not happy with Dumbledore and some of the members of the Order who wouldn't lift a finger to help in his time of need. Umbridge and Weasley tried to approach him, demanding to know where he had been. Harry told Percy he might want to check on his father as he was lucky to still be alive after he was attacked. Turning as white as a ghost, the Weasley boy excused himself and ran back to his office to use the floo network. For Umbridge, he told her to fuck off. While he would have preferred to either have the bitch arrested or killed, he needed her alive as she might have some damaging information about Voldemort, Fudge, and her other allies. Yet that did not mean he wouldn't make her stay at Hogwarts as miserable as possible.
Harry and Professor McGonagall discussed some of his most recent findings in the room of requirements. "I'm not saying it's impossible, but with a few alterations, the doubling and vanishing spells can hold new possibilities."
Minerva shook her head, "it's not like I do not hear you. As your research alone has some groundbreaking theories. However, this is something completely different. If something goes wrong, the experiment can prove disastrous."
"That is why all necessary precautions are being taken first. Now," motioning her away from the chalkboard and over to his desk, "I've been reviewing your thesis regarding the animagus transformation. Your research on the topic was amazing...but I feel like it can be improved as a whole," coolly stating while handing her his journal full of notes.
The transfiguration professor couldn't hide the smile appearing on her face as she reviewed her pupil's notes. Despite her initial skepticism, it was hard to deny what he'd managed to discover. "My word. These are some impressive alterations if I say so myself. Would you mind if I discuss this along with your other findings with my colleagues? I'm sure they'll be quite intrigued."
"Be my guess." Minerva held the journal, then walked out of the room. Harry looked to the right to see the clock. Seeing he had to leave while he could, the room went into lockdown mode. Now no one can get in or out except him.
A minute later, he teleported away from the castle. Hundreds of miles away in muggle London, he landed outside of a pub in a dark alley. Flicking his wand from its holster, he waved it over his robes, transfiguring them into normal muggle clothes. Then emerging from the shadows, he entered the pub and went to the bar, where he met the barman. The man seemed to be in his mid-sixties, given the number of wrinkles on his face, severe eyes, and balding grey head.
"What's your pleasure?" He asked while cleaning a muggle with his hand towel.
"Oasis 1732," narrowing his own eyes and saying the code in a low but still audible voice. If possible, the man's grip on the mug became tighter.
"They're in the far back room on the left."
Sliding the man 50 pounds, "you did not see any of us."
"See who?" the barman responded, putting the cash in his pocket as the man before him walked off.
Not leaving anything to chance, he expanded his senses to see if any wizards or witches were in the pub save for the people he needed to meet. Rounding the corner, he walked down the dark hall till he reached the room, then knocked on the door.
"Password," came a familiar voice.
"Elemental force," he replied. The door unlocked, and he walked in, spotting Dora and Kingsley sitting on the couch while Rufus closed the door and employed a series of locking and privacy wards. All were dressed in muggle attires. "We need to make this quick. That toad is closely watching my office corridor."
"What do you have on Malfoy and McNair?" Rufus was in Auror mode. All business, no-nonsense.
"They have people in the ministry feeding them classified information, tampered with evidence, and are working to give Umbridge more power in the school."
"How is that possible? I had everyone in the ministry screened," the edge in his voice showed his skepticism.
"That's what you think," Harry coolly said, pulling a file from his watch and giving it to him. "My contacts told me some of the workers in the ministry have never been questioned. Those who were scheduled to be interviewed had their memories altered. There's also the fact that you have traitors in the ministry and a handful in your ranks in the Auror and Law Enforcement Departments. How many? I don't know. So watch your backs."
Rufus read over the documents and was livid. "These are valid?"
"One hundred percent," he confirmed.
"I have my own proof regarding certain individuals. Specifically about Fudge and Umbridge," Dora brought out a thick yellow packet of files. "Some of these will shock you as they did me. "I had to go to some sketchy areas to get this information. But it is all there. Large expenditures of money leave trails if you know where to look."
Kingsley read through her reports one by one as a frown marred his features. "I knew it! I knew those medical reports were fake!"
"There's more, Kingsley," Harry sighed as the man looked his way. "My sources inside Voldemort's camp say that a squad of Death Eaters are about to launch several raids and are planning to abduct people. Your wife and daughter are, unfortunately, on the list."
"Over my cold, dead body will those Death Eaters get near my family," his frown deepened as his eyes burned with determination. "These wards around my house-"
"Will do you no good," Harry cut him off. "Though they're formidable against someone like Augustus Rockwood's skills and experience, that won't matter. You must move them out of the country for your family's sake."
Kingsley sighed and started thinking as if he had a point. Rockwood was a highly skilled warder and curse breaker. Some would call him a prodigy; even Alastor once commented about his abilities, which sure says something. "I regretfully agree. Rufus, I need to request a ten days leave of absence to move my family."
"Not only that. You will have to be fast. Tell no one where you've gone," Harry warned, expressing the seriousness of the situation. "Is there a place where they'll be safe?"
"Zariah lived in Zambia with her parents before she came to Britain."
"All right, Kingsley, you'll have your leave of absence." Rufus granted the man his request. "You'll have to be out of Britain by tomorrow morning."
Harry took a peak at his watch, "oh shit," he only had a few minutes left. Then, pulling out another file, he pressed it closely into Rufus's chest and whispered, "be discreet. Voldemort is on the move and is close to elevating his power." And without another word, he took his wand to dispel the wards and left. Leaving the bewildered Aurors in the room.
"I don't like this," commented Rufus, who resumed looking into the reports. This is turning into one hell of a mess."
"Look on the bright side. We now have sufficient evidence about Malfoy, McNair, and their lackeys. Neither Fudge nor Umbridge will ever be free." Dora's hair started cycling through many colors. "The only things we have to worry about is: How do we move in to arrest them? How many people are on their payroll? When will these attacks take place? How many people have gone missing? Where do we start?"
"All excellent questions Auror Tonks. However, we might have a way to get some answers thanks to Potter's warnings and the information he gave us." Rufus handed Kingsley one file and opened the next.
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Harry appeared back in the room of requirement. The place was still on lockdown, which was good as no one attempted to enter. Restoring control, he unlocked the room and headed for potions with Professor Snape and the seventh-year students.
For the duration of the period, Severus put him in charge of working on a complex potion. The process would take two weeks to complete. However, his mind was elsewhere as he hoped the information would help Auror Scrimgeour plan a counterstrike and Kingsley would get his family to safety.
When classes finally let out for the day, he spent a good portion of time working with his father on some advanced potions only allowed by Potion Masters/Mistresses. Harry enjoyed himself as he would have some alone time with his dad. Then, he returned to his office to recline on his sofa. Today had been difficult for him. Closing his eyes, he wanted to rest before dinner this evening.
A two-hour nap later, followed by dinner, the young man found himself in the room of requirements surveying the students while they worked on essays and spells. Since this was a new term that meant all O.W.L and N.E.W.T had to knuckle down and devote as much time to their studies as possible. Passing over a group of seventh years as they struggled with human-transfiguration, "loosen your grips and remain calm. Remember to visualize the effects of the spell while casting." Three tries later, they finally got the spell down.
"Um, professor," a third-year Ravenclaw raised her hand. Giving her a nod, she continued. "I was wondering if you could tell us about ancient magic?" There was a pregnant pause as everyone stopped what they were doing. The little girl's cheeks turned pink as she wasn't used to having so many eyes on her.
Seeing her nervous and about to withdraw the question. "It's okay. You may speak freely," he put her at ease.
"Why isn't it that we haven't learned it yet?" She asked, summoning her courage.
"He probably believes we're not powerful nor worthy enough to learn it," Seamus cantankerously remarked.
"Congratulations, Mr. Finnegan, for that remark. Your house lost ten points," narrowing his eyes at him. When he looked around, a few Gryffindors glared daggers at him. "If you put as much effort into your course work, then you'd stand a better chance at passing your exams in June. Though, I do doubt it."
Turning his head away from the red-faced Irish boy, who frowned in embarrassment. "To your question. Ancient magic is much more powerful than modern magic, as you are channeling the power of the old ways and should not be taken lightly."
"But I don't understand. How is it that you are capable of performing it, then? Is it just about power, or can anyone try it?"
"Well, for starters, if any of you try to perform ancient magic, then the results with disastrous, not to mention deadly," he warned in a deadly firm voice. "You are right on one thing it requires a large amount of power to wield ancient magic; however, mostly misinformed. Power comes in many forms," explaining the general knowledge of how to wield ancient magic and what's required.
"For those reasons, it'd be wise to study under someone with experience in that field. Anything else?"
A student in the back asked him about the talismans and what type of magic it was? "Talisman magic is like using runic clusters but utilizes magic in its truest form. Unlike simply casting a spell, it is much older and dangerous if not understood properly. Furthermore, it requires a thorough understanding of ancient runes, spells, arithmancy, etc." He followed up with a demonstration by showcasing the effects of different branches of magic.
"In the past, hundreds of powerful mages across the planet could perform obscure branches of magic with ease. Yet due to their arrogances, lust for powers, and individual greed, they never stopped considering the price that had to be paid and fell victim to their magical powers. Sometimes to obtain power, you must trade something of equal or greater value."
Cedric then chimed in, "what your saying is they lost sight of who they are and let the power corrupt them."
"Indeed." Harry solemnly replied. "Without discipline, power will bring out the worse in people. Remember that with great power comes great responsibility." Imparting some wisdom to his students. "Just because someone has power and influence doesn't mean they should always use it."
He spent the rest of the time helping students struggling with their assignments, trying to understand what their professors expected from them. Unfortunately, the school's low standards meant that most students ready to graduate would be between average and slightly above average. A problem he wanted to correct as this was supposed to be a premier school with the best education in all of Europe. However, the younger generations are forced to suffer thanks to the ideologies and interference from neglectful individuals in power. This is why he encouraged the students to take their studies seriously, because if they only studied what was taught in their course work, then they won't get far. By the end of the session, the students left utterly exhausted but relieved they could finish their work.
The only person to remain beside him was Daphne, who came up from behind to wrap her arms around his chest. "Come on, let's get to bed. I can tell you're tired," that was putting it mildly, as the Council had been sending him on mission after mission. Most were during the day or at night, and each time he would crash on the couch or in bed. Lacking the mental strength to argue, he accepted her words and teleported them to his quarters, where she led him upstairs to their bedroom.
Hours later, close to midnight, in Germany, Voldemort and some of the Death Eaters from his inner circle stood inside a building waiting for the Alchemists to come out of the lab. Off to the side was a group of scared individuals they had rounded up. His scarlet eyes burned with anger as the captives trembled in fear. Voldemort had been in an unpleasant mood for the past month; his magic rolled off him in waves showing his displeasure. His efforts to acquire the prophecy have been squandered, and he learned that most of his Horcruxes have gone missing. Nagini, his diary, Slytherin's locket, cup, and the Gaunt ring have been discovered and either gone missing or been destroyed. Likely the latter. He would need to find a way to secure the others. They'd be safe in his possession.
When the door opened, the Alchemists emerged with proud grins. "We are ready." The leader said.
"For your sakes, you better hope this works," warned Voldemort. "There can be no room for errors."
"I assure you, milord, the transfers will be a success," bowing his head. "With their magical cores added to yours, your power will be greater than ever before."
"Then begin," Voldemort ordered. "Bring our guests," entering the room as the Death Eaters stunned and bounded their captives before levitating them in the room.
Inside were two ritual circles, one for the Dark Lord and the other for his captives. Stepping into the center of his circle, he readied himself as the Death Eaters and Alchemist prepared the final stage. Once they were all in place, the Alchemists started chanting in an extremely old Egyptian dialect used only by high-ranking individuals. Soon the ground below the individuals turned violent purple, with both parties screaming in pain. The nineteen individuals in one circle more than the Dark Lord as it felt like their magic's and bodies were being torn apart.
Then right before any of the occupants could blink, the people they captured collapsed on the floor dead as their magical cores left their bodies and transferred to their master. They entered the Dark Lord one by one, and each set his body ablaze as the pain surged through his entire being. Finally, when the transfer was complete, and the Alchemists stopped chanting, the Dark Lord collapsed onto his knees, gasping for air. The first to appear by his side was Bellatrix, who he pushed aside.
"I-I do-don't...need yo-your... h-help," regaining his breath and rising to his feet, a sick evil smile crossed his lips. He could feel that the ritual had worked. All the magic he absorbed had increased his own exponentially. A high maniacal laugh erupted from him, "the power is mine!" He declared.
Then in a split second, he released wave after wave of his magical power, sending everyone flying. The sheer power emitting from him made the entire building shake violently.
"You all have done well," complimenting the Alchemists relaxing his magic. Exiting the room unconcerned with how everyone struggled to get up and reclaim their breaths. The Dark Lord's power made the air in the room dangerously thin, almost to the point where it was impossible to breathe. Walking outside, he took his wand out and decided to test his newfound strength. Jabbing his wand toward the mountain, a powerfully charged explosion spell left his wand, zipping to the top of the mountain, and once it made contact, the tip, along with a good portion of the mountain, was destroyed. This was only one-third of his power. And finally, raising his wand to the sky, he released a long, powerful bolt of lightning. The force of his lightning sent shockwaves in all directions as he poured more power into the lightning, causing the ground below him to shake.
This was a warning. A warning to anyone who would dare try to oppose him should beware as he was more powerful than ever. Anyone with magic, no matter how small or big, will know that tragedy will soon come. Pain. Fear. Death. Destruction. They will fall over the wizarding world, and anyone foolish enough to interfere will feel the wrath of his power.
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During the final week of January, the tension around Hogwarts again rose as the students and staff did not sleep well, and the atmosphere was tense. Either from the stress of the new term, watching the news report about the rise in attacks, or the occasional cold shivers that ran down their spines. No matter what anyone thought, they knew something bad would happen soon. Professor Umbridge seemed to regain her breath as she introduced a new Educational Decree:
Educational Decree # 4
By order of —The High Inquisitor of Hogwarts
Teachers are hereby banned from giving students any information that is not strictly related to the subjects they are paid to teach.
Signed,
High Inquisitor Delores Umbridge
Apparently, she was unhappy with what was taught in the after-school sessions and wanted to stop it. The result was the same as the other previous educational decrees she brought in. Met with anger and disgusts. But this time, it was more from the professors than the students, as her continued interference was putting a strain on their abilities to teach their subjects. Moreover, the students were just starting to get the hang of defending themselves. That same day during dinner, Harry stood and rounded the area he was sitting at to get to the podium.
"Everyone, may I have your attention, please," his magically amplified voice got the students' attention. "All right, listen up as I will make this brief. I will be departing for a couple of conferences in Japan and not be here for the next 10 days." Whispers ran throughout the Hall; while this was largely true to some extent, he would also be heading to Mahoutokoro to speak with some of their professors and check on his former apprentice. Another reason why he was leaving was because he would be attending a meeting with the Supreme Mugwamp in the coming days.
Meanwhile, some of the professors were surprised, especially Umbridge and Dumbledore were surprised by the former slowly growing a smile. She needed to gain control of the school, and with any luck, she could accomplish her goal while he was away. Though her smile vanished as soon as it appeared. "I have appointed Professors Flitwick and Snape to oversee the after-school sessions in my absence. I trust you all will show them the same courtesy and respect you've shown me," his voice was firm, showing that his decision would remain and there was no room for argument. He then turned around to face the two professors.
"They're all yours," Filius started bouncing in his seat as Severus looked uninterested. "No one else will be in charge except for you two. I do not care about what the ministry has to say-let them pass whatever stupid educational decree they want. These are my sessions, and I have the final say. Not some petty jumped-up frog or a pathetic secretary who abandoned his family."
Both Delores and Percy were red in the face, yet for different reasons, as he returned to his seat. Umbridge was mad at the blatant insult as she made a vow to teach him his place. On the other hand, Percy was crossed between anger and embarrassment. Embarrassed because he was put on the spot like that, and angry for Potter insinuating that he didn't care about his family. After discovering that his father was the one attacked at the ministry, he immediately went to St. Mungo's and demanded to know where his father was. When the receptionist told him, he went to the elevator and rode it up to the floor, where he sprinted to his father's room. There he saw him lying in bed with Bill standing next to him.
Neither expected to see him, though the latter was more angry than surprised. The latter spent a long hour screaming at him for not coming sooner and leaving the family. A distraught Percy admitted he didn't know their father had been attacked, only to find out after confronting Potter. While he apologized for any wrongs that he might have done, he stated that he would remain with the ministry, feeling they were right. Arthur was still angry but softened somewhat, understanding that his son would not change his mind, and told him to leave. Unlike the last time when they parted ways, both men had tears in their eyes. Percy sadly walked out of the room, only to pause at the door to say he loved him for all his faults and success. Finally, what shocked him was when his father said he would have no more ties with Dumbledore after this month.
After dinner, the Order had one of its regular meetings, with Albus welcoming Arthur back into the fold. But, unbeknownst to him, the redhead man refused to offer any pleasantries in return. "As many of you are already aware, there have been multiple attacks, one of which was at Kingsley's home. Thankfully, neither Kingsley nor anyone in his family was present during the attack. Yet, after confirming things with Severus, the Shacklebolts are not in their custody." A handful of the members looked at each other with skeptical glances as it wasn't like Kingsley to up and disappear. "With Kingsley missing, we are left vulnerable...as there is no telling when or if he will be back, we must double our efforts."
"It's not like Auror Shacklebolt to run off without telling anyone. Something must have happened," Emmeline voiced.
"Quite right; however, we..."
"Hold on, Albus. Before you continue, there are a few things I'd like to say," Arthur interrupted. Not waiting for a confirmation, he proceeded from looking at his wife, children present, and the rest of the Order. Eyes settled on Bill, who gave him an encouraging nod. The two stood up, "We have thought long and hard about this...and have decided to tender our resignations for the Order of Phoenix."
That was a surprise to everyone as they were shocked. "Arthur, what are you saying? You and Bill are important and are needed to fight You-Know-Who. Why would you want to resign?" Molly couldn't believe what her husband and son were doing.
"I would have to agree with Molly," Albus gave him a bewildered grandfather look. "Please explain your reasons..."
"I think you know," the edge in his voice could be heard. "For years, I have been loyal to the Order and mostly you, Albus. I would have thought that you, either of you," passing a look to his wife and two sons, "would have been loyal in return. Turns out I was wrong, as most of you left me for dead."
"Arthur, once again, I am sorry about that," Albus apologized though it was only halfheartedly. "But given our resources, we had to focus on more important things."
"And I was what? Collateral damage? Someone, to be used like an expendable tool?" His eyes hardened. "I have risked my life several times for you. I've spied, been loyal, and gone along with your orders... And all you have to say is you're sorry and not lift a damn finger. Bill was right. You are a hypocrite. Also, imagine my shock to learn that my life was saved by two people you have vilified and labeled as dark wizards-Alan and Harry."
"Alan may have been from the dark faction, but he turned out to be a better person than most of you," looking at several members who shifted uncomfortably in their seats. "As I laid on a bed dying, he returned to help me in my time of need, which is much more than most of you have done. And then there was Lord Potter... Despite what this group thinks of him and what some of the people in my family have done to him, he provided Alan with the resources to save my hide."
"I thought Potter said he wouldn't help the Order. But he goes and saves you. So what's his angle?" A confused Ron asked. "What did he ask in return?"
Bill smacked the back of his head, causing him to groan in pain, "dumbarse. Harry may hate most of the Order members, but he knows right from wrong and doesn't judge everyone the same way based on the actions of a few. Something you still haven't learned yet," he chided as Ron rubbed his head. "Also, it might interest you to know that he didn't ask for any kind of payment in return. He only asked us to get our priorities straight and consider what's really going on, and if we want to survive, we need to take charge of our own lives."
"Which is exactly what we are going to do," Arthur added. "However, I need to deal with some members of our family, starting with my so-called wife," the last word was said with venom. Then turning to face her, "Molly, you and I have been married for several years, even though we did not have much and weren't well off. We had a family. There was compassion and loyalty. Or so I believed. Contrary to your faults, I've stood by you, yet when I needed you, you tossed me aside. Well, no longer."
"What are you saying, Arthur," Molly asked, her temper rising, though it was to hide the sound of her heart breaking.
"I have made a difficult decision," Arthur announced. "As the Head of the House of Weasley, I, Arthur Septimus Weasley, hereby cast out Molly Norma Weasley nee Prewett, Ronald Bilius Weasley, Charles John Weasley, and Ginevra Molly Weasley from the family for disloyalty and failing to help their head of house. Until such a time when you have proven your loyalty to the family, you lot will no longer be members of the House of Weasley. So mote it be."
All of the Weasleys present glowed white as magic heard his intent before turning the blinding white light around the people he named into black, casting them out. The family magic that was once in them disappeared. Now they only had their individual magic's and were nameless.
"You can't do this!" Charlie cried.
"I just did. Goodbye, Charles," Arthur turned around and left, with Bill following behind. The latter stopped and went back to his younger brother, and before he could say anything, he was on the ground holding his bloodied up, broken nose. Bill gave him a final scathing look and then turned to leave.
"Hang on, Bill," Dora stopped him as he was about to walk out of the kitchen. "I tender my resignation as well. This group has no loyalty, and I refuse to be anyone's lapdog any further." She got everything she needed regarding Dumbledore and the Order; it was finally time to leave.
Following behind her surprised everyone...Remus Lupin said he was done. "After years of being a werewolf, I am finally free. I have a good job that pays me decent money, and I will no longer have to feel unworthy." What's more, I can finally have a relationship with some who likes me for me and not have to worry about infecting them with the lycanthropy," he smiled at Dora, then in a swift motion, he grabbed her hand and kissed her on the lips, which she reciprocated. That shocked everyone, especially Sirius, who looked like a kid in a candy store with his big smile.
"Halle-fucking-lujah," pumping his fist into the air and then doing a backflip. "I knew you two would eventually get together. Whoo-hoo!"
"It was time for me to stop living in the past and go for a future," Remus said. Then he and Dora exited the kitchen wearing big smiles and leaving Grimmauld altogether.
Several Order members were left angry as they'd just lost some of their best wands. Others were kicked out of their family. Dumbledore looked ready to have a heart attack as everything was falling apart.
A/N: The second term of Hogwarts has begun, yet with more security as it is needed. Predictably Dumbledore wanted answers as to where Harry was for the holidays and to confirm if their was indeed a connection between him and Voldemort. From canon and the book we all know he was setting Harry up to die and that he couldn't give a shit about what happened to Arthur. Speaking of which Arthur was saved thanks to the return of Bill's friend Alan.
Because of his agreement with Rufus and friendship with Kingsley he gave them some valuable insight to what's been going on and delivered some warnings about their being traitors in the ministry, and a planned attack on Kingsley's family. As for the people who left the Order and Arthur casting some of the members from the family; I can only say that it was needed and the two Weasley men will now be watching their backs more often after wising up.
Next Chapter: Assault at Hogsmeade. Together as a team
Side note: I will give you all a choice on what some of the punishments get to be. You have nine days to decide:
Fudge and Umbridge
#1: Life in Azkaban
#2: Dementors Kiss
#3: Or should I be creative and make their deaths agonizingly painful
Percy
#1: 5 months to 15 years in Azkaban (Your choice on his sentence)
#2: Banished from Great Britain and Ireland
#3: Or should I improvise
As for Marietta Edgecombe: She got off too easy in the book. I have something special in mind for her. As for Albus Dumbledore, he will receive a fate worse than death!
And finally, I do not know why it's become such a problem for me to get this posted here. I am currently working on four other stories and will post them Pa tre on as soon as I complete seven or eight chapters. Though they might come sooner, I'm still debating on that topic.