In the Crosshairs
Dragon Voldemort
Chapter 84: Order
Hoot!
Harry woke Sunday on the bed in Gia's bedroom, he felt the soreness in his muscles. He felt over, recognized the red in the moonlight that slipped in. Footsteps somewhere, the lingering smell of smoke, and Harry was up. A stroke to Hedwig's feathers, a pat, his feet trampled the Quidditch Robes on the floor, and he went out the door.
Yellow caution tape over both Richard's and Andy's bedrooms, the rubble within, Harry wondered what Andy had done this time. He went down the stairs, noticed the cave–in to the other end of the living room, felt the draft. On one sofa, Gia with a blanket over her.
"You're up?" asked Richard.
Harry turned.
"Yep," Harry replied.
"Before my Mum…" Richard started.
Harry opened the door, they went out. Harry spun around, the burn marks across the firebrick, stuff to the left, a good chunk of the roof missing, to the right, the study caved in from above.
"Technically it should be condemned," Richard said.
"Who?" Harry asked.
"Think it's some group pressuring my Mum," Richard said.
Together, the two of them ran.
More running, the two made it back to 26 Oak Street.
"I'll be at Jen's," Richard said, he turned, left.
Harry entered the house, went up the steps.
"Where have you been?!" Hermione demanded as Harry entered the bedroom, Ron still asleep on the bed, the candle lit.
"It's morning," Harry said, "Where else?"
"I'm barely holding you together as it is!" Hermione snapped.
"I feel fine," Harry said.
Harry spotted the fear, the desperation, the anger, in those brown eyes.
"Thought the charms were the tough part," Hermione said, "It's the PATIENTS!"
Harry held her shoulders, leaned in, and kissed her on the cheek.
"Thank you," Harry said, "I owe you."
Harry turned to The Daily Prophet, the front page picture was of him hitting the ground the previous day.
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The Daily Prophet
Sunday, February 9, 1997
Potter's Dark Magic Backfired
Eximo Macula
Infamous Dark Wizard Potter and his side kick Weasley took a tragic—who are we kidding—glorious plunge to the ground during yesterday's Quidditch match at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Potter and Weasley both jumped from high heights in what would've been a splendid Quidditch move if it were successful. Dark magic at is fullest, brooms that turned into shrapnel of knives were a threat to all present.
Fate of Weasley and Potter remain unknown as Mediwitch Poppy Pomfrey refuses to release their status or a death certificate; though we know they were not taken to either the Hospital Wing nor St. Mungo's. We hope it was the morgue, as it's clear that Potter's Dark Magic did nothing to stem his team's poor performance.
Give it up Potter.
"Our brooms!" Ron protested.
Harry glanced at the red hair, the blue eyes now open.
"I feel like—" Ron started.
"Too weak," Hermione said, "You need rest."
"He wants to bang," Harry said.
"I got that!" Hermione snapped.
"It's…" Ron started.
"Sunday," Harry said, "And our faults for letting our brooms get jinxed under Ministry supervision, at least according to this."
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Minister's Outtake
Minister for Magic, Victor Fallerschain, issued a statement following Potter's outlandish display at a Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Quidditch match.
"Clearly, their Dark Magic backfired on them; hopefully Potter and Weasley will learn a lesson from this. While their brooms were securely locked away in Ministry custody, and were thoroughly examined this past week by the best in the field of curse detection, they still managed to attempt to bedazzle their competition. Most likely, they were rushed as they applied their charms at the start of the game and their brooms refused to take a load.
"Investigations are now impossible due to the destruction of their brooms. It's their fault for continuing their dabbling into the Dark Arts. Thank goodness it did not affect the outcome of the game."
"Thought that wager—" Ron started.
"Made sure you'd be able to fly in the game," Hermione said, "Nothing about after you started flying. So—I've had to keep watch over the both of you!"
"Guessing Madam Pomfrey helped," Harry said.
"She didn't touch you," Hermione said, "Did you bother to tell Dumbledore? He might've hired somebody else able to fix you!"
"Sorry," Harry grumbled.
"Don't be sorry," Hermione said, "Do something!"
Harry turned back to her.
"I trust you with them," Harry said, "Somebody else…"
Harry turned for paper, turned it to the next page.
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Potter Unfit to Play Quidditch
by Rita Skeeter
Yesterday's appalling performance of Potter resorting to Dark Arts proved what Dolores Umbridge tried to convince the staff at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; Harry Potter is unfit to play Quidditch and should be removed from his house team immediately. Umbridge, chair of the Harry Potter Guidance Committee, tried to reason with Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress and Head of Gryffindor House, however, McGonagall rebuffed the accusations and concerns, permitted to let Potter play, McGonagall seems intent on disregarding common sense.
Umbridge and the rest of the committee peered over the school records of the past six years; the startling conclusion is that Potter only made the team due to his fame, not his talent, and therefore is unqualified to hold the position of Seeker, a coveted position for those wanting fame. Umbridge went over the troubles during past seasons as evidence.
Rules were broken, excuses made, keeping Potter on the team of his Gryffindor house. Despite demonstrating no control of his broom his first year, a player unable to fly was lauded as exceptional. His inability broke his arm the second year, unable to elude a Bludger, with the last game canceled on account of his Dark Arts. A repeat his third year, same as yesterday, he fell off his broom in the middle of the game, risking serious injury and death. Even with his childish flying skills, his fame keeps him in a position he's clearly unfit to play.
Everybody is in agreement, to save his life, Harry Potter should be removed from the Quidditch Team immediately.
"Being attacked by demeantors is poor ability?" Ron asked.
"Yep," Harry said as he handed the paper over to Hermione, "Even living is poor ability to them."
Harry went for the door.
"Ron!" Hermione snapped.
"Gotta…" Ron followed Harry out the door.
Smell of smoke lingered, the feet down on the steps, and went back down to the living room, the light of the morning invading through the cracks and open gaps in the broken wall. Harry leaned down over the sofa, kissed Gia, and wrapped his leg over her as he laid down next to her.
"Oh, sorry," Ron said, "Thought…never mind."
"Maybe slip out to the pub?" Harry asked.
"Um…sure," Ron said, who went for the dining room.
"Know what Kristen'd say?" Gia asked.
"Gotta be me," Harry said, pulled the blanket over them both.
"Um…" Ron said as he came back in, sheet in his hand, "This explains…"
Harry took the photocopy, of a letter.
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The Osborns
We told you to press charges against Potter.
EM
"Maybe the pub's a good idea?" Ron asked.
Harry stepped out of the blanket, stood up. Ron followed Harry out of the house.
After returning from the pub, Ron carried the cauldron, the satchel, and the book into the kitchen. He put the pewter cauldron on the gas stove, added a bit of water, and turned on the gas burner. He opened Most Potente Potions.
"What are you up to?" asked Fred as he entered, shimmer from his green and gold suit.
"Bit of light cooking," Ron said as he chopped up a sea cucumber.
Fred leaned over, peered at the recipe.
"Interesting," Fred said, as he lifted the book for a moment, "A classic."
"It works," Ron said.
"In a muggle house," Fred said, "Take it they don't know?"
"Most don't," Ron said, "Though gets a bit tougher, have to distract with my todger."
"Not interesting," Fred said.
Ron added the lacewigs, stirred. Ron ground up some beetles.
"You'd be a hit if you added some good flavor," Fred said.
"Can't," Ron said.
"No, no," Fred said, "While you can't straight up add it, you have to get clever. Almost nothing goes wrong with…" Fred reached into the cupboard, pulled out a tin of unsweetened cocoa powder. "A pinch." Fred dropped it in.
Ron glared at Fred.
"Your victims will thank you," Fred said.
Ron groaned, added in the beetles.
"Sorry about that." Fred patted Ron's back. "Lost the brooms?"
"Yep," Ron said, thinking of the missing Firebolts.
Fred watched as Ron continued with adding the rest of the ingredients.
"Not your first batch?" Fred asked.
"Why?" Ron asked.
"Dad's grumbling back at the shop," Fred said, "Beat George in leaving."
"Aw," Ron said, "Glad you've not changed."
"Hey, we still appreciate you," Fred said, "Took you for Mum and Dad to realize they couldn't do better than me and George."
"Ta," Ron grumbled.
A wave of Fred's wand, heard a bit of the timbers changing.
"Took a moment to remember the charm," Fred said.
"It's a MUGGLE house," Ron said, "They think we're a cult—not warlocks."
"Oh, you're a warlock now?" Fred asked.
"Shove it," Ron snapped.
Fred went to the photocopied letter on the counter, read it, as Kristen entered.
"Yeah, EM attacked the house," Ron said.
"Good news," Fred said.
"How's that good news?" Ron asked.
"Means EM doesn't know you live here," Fred said, "Think it'd be standing if they did?"
"Um…" Ron muttered.
"How much do you know?" Kristen asked Fred.
Ron recognized the piercing look, the one of her professional curiosity turning on Fred.
"I'm definitely an idiot," Fred said.
"Mum's right there," Ron quipped.
"Strange way to make soup," Kristen said, "But so long as he doesn't finish burning the house down."
"As a brother, gotta make sure he doesn't," Fred said.
"She knows," Ron said.
"Knows what?" Fred asked.
"About us being in a muggle cult," Ron said.
Ron spotted the confusion behind those eyes, hoped his hint was enough to gain traction.
"It's a weird cult," Fred said.
"And," Kristen said, "Have people been cleaning up in front?"
"Maybe," Ron said.
"Teach Andrea," Kristen said.
Kristen left.
"Who's—?" Fred started.
"Her daughter," Ron said.
"Aw," Fred said.
"What's happening in here?" asked Kurt, his voice carried in.
"And you're brewing awfully close to muggles," Fred said.
"Some gremlin's coming and fixing things up on us?" asked Kristen.
"Should invite them to stay," Kurt said.
"Sounds like an invitation to me," Fred said to Ron.
"I'll ask Harry," Ron said, "What'd Emily say?"
"Later," Fred said.
A pop, Fred vanished.
After Hermione brushed her teeth that evening, she entered Gia's bedroom. She watched as Ron poured out the dark blue chalk like liquid, divided it between the two cups, only a small bit each.
"You know," Ron said to Harry, "Unless you want them."
Harry took the scissors, clipped a couple of his hairs, added them into the cups. Ron grabbed the scissors.
"You're weak Ron," Hermione said, "And it's my turn."
"Scary they are," Harry said.
"I can handle them," Hermione said, taking the scissors.
Two small hairs, she added them in. A sizzle and a pop, she took one, a hint of chocolate to cover up the taste.
"Not perfect," Ron apologized.
"Better," Harry said, "You're trying."
Hermione climbed into bed, laid down as Harry leaned a bit into her.
"Boo!" Harry said.
"Not funny," Hermione replied.
Hermione felt the shift in weight, Ron to her left side, the duvet over them all. Gia extinguished the candle, another shift, and Hermione let the warmth claim her.
Thin with blond hair in the darkness of the late evening, the boy entered the open door, and closed it. Bushy brown hair showed in the living room of this house in Cardiff.
"Unremarkable outside of usual," said the Dark Lord, standing outside that house.
"Census on the evil mudblood," said the one in bottle green robes, "One less refuge."
Wormtail, with the pudgy face, went up first, tested the door.
"It's unlocked," Wormtail said, "We're meant to go in."
The one in bottle green accompanied the Dark Lord, wands drawn, into the living room.
"Who—!" demanded the man on the sofa, the bird guide in his hands.
"AVADA KEDAVARA!" the Dark Lord shouted.
Shot of green, the man went motionless.
"JEROD!" came one shout, the woman with bushy brown hair in the kitchen.
"DAD!" came the second shout, a girl by the computer.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" the Dark Lord exclaimed as he cast the second, the woman collapsed.
"Police?" said the tall boy, his hands on the phone in the kitchen.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" the Dark Lord exclaimed as he cast the second, the tall boy collapsed.
"So wish we could've had fun," said the one in bottle green, his wand flicked. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Green magic, the girl by the computer, collapsed. Blue flashing lights filled the room.
"INCENDIO!" Wormtail shouted.
Fire, flames began, as the Dark Lord and the one in the bottle green added, the inferno began, the smoke detectors began to blare.
"One more," the Dark Lord said.
"MARK!" Hermione screamed.
Hands woke her.
"Hermione," Ron stammered, his hands on her shoulders.
Harry's eyes were on her, Gia off to the side.
"If it's too much—" Ron started.
"No," Hermione said, "My aunt—my uncle—my cousins!"
"What'd you think?" Ron asked Harry.
"Know what's going on?" Gia asked.
"Guess the brew's gone wrong?" Ron said to Hermione, "Drew your family into the nightmares?"
"Maybe," Hermione said.
"I was riding Buckbeak," Harry said, "Think about that often?"
"Hagrid's," Hermione said.
"We're here for you," Ron said to Hermione, "You're not alone."
"Thanks," Hermione replied.
Harry aimed his wand, the sheets cleaned themselves.
"Alright," Ron said, "Let's try this again."
Ron went behind her, sat up with legs around her, pulled Hermione up. He brought her back, she felt the warmth of his chest on her back, the hands that massaged into her sides.
"Let yourself relax," Ron said, "I'll lay back down once you're out."
Hermione pulled the duvet back over her, let Ron's breathing and the darkness, his warmth, seduce her back to sleep.
Harry and Richard returned Monday morning to 26 Oak Street, entered, the burn marks to either side. Up the stairs, Harry entered the bedroom, where Hermione was sitting on the bed, tears on her face.
"She thinks…" Ron started.
Harry's knees to the either side of hers, as he leaned a bit forward, he bent a bit more to stare at those brown eyes beneath her bushy hair.
"I can't always tell either," Harry said, "I feel like riding you."
Hermione snorted.
"Sorry for…" Harry said.
"I volunteered," Hermione said.
Knock! Knock!
Harry stood up, Gia opened the door. Kristen was there, in her police uniform.
"Hermione?" Kristen asked.
Hermione got up off the bed, went into the upper landing.
"Sorry to be the bearer of bad news," Kristen said, "Got word, your Aunt and Uncle in Cardiff, your cousins—"
Hermione turned went for the bedroom, Ron pushed forward, held her tight. Harry glanced at Kristen.
"I can call in," Kristen said, "Drive you."
"We'll…think about it," Harry said, "Um…thank you for letting us know."
Gia closed the door, Hermione stepped back from Ron.
"Thought it was a nightmare," Hermione said, between her tears.
"Sorry, I can't always tell," Harry said, "That means…"
Ron opened his holster on his wrist, pulled out the Hogwarts Pin.
"Lupin's near there, right?" Ron asked as he handed the pin over.
"Ta," Hermione said.
"Even better," Harry said, "Um… yeah, shouldn't be going alone."
"I—" Ron started.
"What about school?" Hermione said to Ron as she activated the Portkey.
"Ask Lupin," Harry said as he touched the pin.
Jerk behind the naval, they landed in Lupin's manor.
"Harry, Hermione," Lupin said, "Wasn't expecting—"
"She needs to go to Cardiff," Harry said, "Best if she's not alone, thinking you could watch—?"
"Not a first year," Hermione snapped.
"Voldemort was there," Harry said, "I wouldn't go alone."
Lupin's eyes turned toward Harry.
"They attacked her cousins there," Harry said, "She—can't let it go."
"Understood," Lupin said.
"Thank you," Harry said, "Pardon…Ron and I need to get to school."
"Don't get suspended," Hermione said.
Harry gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"We both love you," Harry said.
Harry pulled out his Portkey, a quick activation, it took him back to Noigate.
"You," Ron said to Harry.
"What happens if I go to Hogwarts by myself?" Harry asked.
Owls entered, dropped. Harry picked up The Daily Prophet with its picture of the meeting the previous Friday, him in the Quidditch Robes around the table at Lupin's.
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Monday, February 10, 1997
Potter's Army of Darkness
Once the saviors during the Dark Wars, Potter's influence into the Order of the Phoenix has corrupted it into an army of darkness, with skill and talent that exceed that available to You–Know–Who at the peak of his reign. Uncovered by the Ministry when investigating fencing of stolen and banned potions, one member's conscience was cleared by confessing all, including divulging their plans for a hostile take over of the Ministry, a treasonous revolt against the crown.
Upon learning of its treason, dubious goals, shady business, and inclusion of known Dark wizards, the Minister for Magic was regrettably forced to deem this once prestigious group as a known criminal and terrorist organization. Continued membership in this organization is grounds for an investigation, and may result in criminal charges and penalties. Everybody involved is strongly advised to reconsider and terminate all involvement in this corruption of our proud Wizarding World.
Known members are:
Harry Potter, known Dark Wizard and the one that shouldn't have lived, sixth year student to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, (Former) Chief Mugwump to the International Confederation of Wizards, bestowed extra protection on Dark Lord Potter.
Minerva McGonagall, Professor and Deputy Headmistress to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, aider and abettor of Potter's antics at Hogwarts.
Nymphadora Tonks, Professor to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, educator of Dark Arts to Harry Potter.
Sirius Black, convicted murderer and escapee of Azkaban, seen hunting Muggles.
Remus Lupin, werewolf and former Professor to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Ronald Weasley, known Dark Wizard and assistant to Harry Potter, sixth year student to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Hermione Granger, known Dark Witch and assistant to Harry Potter, sixth year student to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Arthur Weasley, formerly staff in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office, and known enchanter of Muggle Artifacts.
Fred Weasley, co–proprietor of Weasley Wizarding Wheezes in Diagon Alley.
George Weasley, co–proprietor of Weasley Wizarding Wheezes in Diagon Alley.
Bill Weasley, Curse Breaker at Gringotts, a skill useful to Dark Wizards.
Charlie Weasley, Dragon Keeper.
Amelia Susan Bones, formerly the head to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, now experimenting on muggles.
Elphias Doge.
Mundungus Fletcher, private businessmen acting as a fence for subsidizing Potter's dark activities.
Hestia Jones.
Alastor "Mad–Eye" Moody, Auror, undoubtedly providing training to Potter.
Sturgis Podmore.
Kingsley Shacklebolt, Auror to the Ministry for Magic.
Aberforth Dumbledore, proprietor of the Hogs Head in Hogsmeade, into inappropriate charms on goats.
Arabella Figg, former babysitter and watch guardian over Potter before he attended Hogwarts, undoubtedly educating about the wicked ways magic can be used.
Rubeus Hagrid, Half Giant and Groundskeeper at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Emmaline Vance.
As a reminder, do not approach, do not associate with the above, as this encounter may be your last. May your misery be short.
"Not every Weasley there," Ron said, "Should send in a correction."
"Not the list you want to be on," Harry said, "Like this."
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Problem Solver
Potter, Harry : 156,289 galleons
Weasley, Ron : 89,354 galleons
Granger, Hermione : 51,714 galleons
Prescott, Gia : 39,830 galleons
Osborn, Kristen : 2,100 galleons
Osborn, Kurt : 1,038 galleons
Osborn, Richard : 731 galleons
Osborn, Andrea : 352 galleons
Removal of these problems would be greatly appreciated. Contributions can be sent to "Bye Bye". To claim a reward, submit relevant documentation. 10,000 galleon bonus for each relation severed.
"Guessing…" Harry said, "She's not going to be happy."
Ron shook his head, pointed. Harry turned the paper, checked.
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Albus Dumbledore Removed from International Confederation of Wizards
In a strong statement of cooperation between the British government and the international community; Albus Dumbledore has been expelled by the International Confederation of Wizards. Current Minister of Magic Victor Fallerschain will now represent British interests.
Another owl, the distinctive seal.
"How much now?" Ron asked as Harry opened it.
Harry estimated it.
"About seven thousand," Harry said. Harry thought of her with fangs. "Umbridge is a snake!"
Harry dropped the bill as it burst into flame, the fine dust sprinkled down to the floor.
"A new Firebolt, sure," Harry said, "To pay for harassment—"
"Lets move," Ron said, "Get Dobby to…"
Harry grabbed his book–bag and stuffed it with his Quidditch Robes.
Hoot!
Harry reached over, stroked a couple of feathers, put an owl treat in the feeder. Fur of the orange Crookshanks went by his feet.
"Later," Ron said, cradling the cat for a moment, "Hermione'll be back."
Ron let Crookshanks down on the bed. Harry pulled out his Portkey, activated it. Ron touched, held on. They landed a moment later, in the Gryffindor sixth year boys' dormitory.
"Shower," Ron said as he went for the lavatory.
A move, Harry went over, loitered once again in front of Neville's window.
"You prefer this view?"
Harry turned, Luna stood there. Harry felt the vulnerability, his hand moved fast, shielded in front of the bulge in his trousers.
"Not everybody believes the lies," Luna said, "My Dad publishes the Quibbler, so we see quite a few of those."
Harry turned back to the window.
"It is a small crowd," Luna said.
An owl of the school flew across the lake.
"I ask you listen to Neville," Luna said, "Think you'll like what he has to say—he's likely waiting for me in the Great Hall."
Harry turned, she left.
"Try the eggs," Ron said, "Extra fluffy."
Harry glared at Ron, though Harry's stomach growled.
"It's not healthy," Ron said, "I shouldn't have to argue."
A glare, Harry sat. Ron heaped a bit of eggs, and the other food onto Harry's plate.
"Feel like a kid," Harry grumbled.
"You're acting like one," Ron said, "We'll play little broomsticks."
"No," Harry snapped as he grabbed a fork.
Harry felt full with an egg, stood back up. He went over to his four poster.
"Need me to put maple syrup on my todger?" Ron asked.
"No," Harry grumbled, rather the syrup be on Gia. The thought, glad he was wearing his trousers to hide his excitement.
Harry put his Quidditch Robes into his wardrobe. Strap to his shoulder, the book–bag saddled onto his hip, Ron ready, and they left the dormitory. Wands out, aimed, the illumination lit up the stone, the wire two steps down that they jumped.
"Think they captured the tongue?" Ron asked as they passed a small effigy of Harry, dangling from a noose.
Gryffindor Common Room bore a new poster.
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Expel Potter, sign the petition below!
A list of names, lots of the house wanted Harry gone.
"Come on," Ron said.
Through the portrait hole, they hopped, skipped, jumped more wires, ducked more dangling effigies. A trip from the fifth floor, a swinging log came down, and Harry moved fast enough to avoid the hit.
"Hogwarts isn't safe," Harry said.
"Nope," Ron said.
More steps, they entered the first floor office.
"Good morning Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley," Professor McGonagall said, "However, Miss. Granger—?"
"Her relatives perished in Cardiff last night," Ron said, "Obviously…"
"I'll send her my condolences," the Professor said as she handed over schedules, "We tried to get more from the remains of your brooms, the Aurors—"
"Don't care that my broom was jinxed on their watch," Harry said, "It refused my control, had a mind of its own when it tried to murder me."
"Unfortunately you'll have to use school brooms until you manage to replace them," Professor McGonagall said, "But first, survive the lessons."
Harry glanced at his schedule, the first lesson, knew that'd be tough. Still, he left the office, his feet felt the drag, as a large puddle flooded the floor. One step, two steps, a bit more sluggish, it went down the marble stairs, however, it didn't follow them further.
"Big maybe," Ron whispered.
Harry and Ron came to the crowd of students, lined up outside the classroom. Finnigan pounded his metal armor fists onto the stone wall. Neville, in his Hogwarts uniform with Gryffindor tie, was between Finnigan and Thomas; Ernie Macmillan beyond.
"Careful," Dean Thomas said, past Neville, "It's not indestructible."
"Wish our Dark Wizards weren't," Finnigan said.
Harry glanced at those eyes within the armor, unsure if Finnigan had anything to do with the jinx, but caught the relish of having seen Harry fall at the game.
"Maybe more tricks on brooms?" Draco Malfoy sneered, closer to the front of the queue, in his Hogwarts uniform with the sharp green and silver Slytherin tie, "One could only hope."
Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, also in their pressed Hogwarts uniforms, grinned and snickered. Robes of black, Professor Snape walked toward them.
"Amazing how quickly Potter can destroy anything," Professor Snape sneered.
Professor Snape stopped for a split second in front of Harry, Ron next to him.
"An organization around since Godric Gryffindor," Snape whispered.
Professor Snape walked to the door, tap of his wand, and the door opened. Harry thought about Hermione as they filed into the classroom.
After Harry left, Hermione stood there in Lupin's manor.
"My apparation's a bit lousy," Lupin said, "Can you get to their place from Cardiff Central?"
"Bit of a walk," Hermione said.
"Good," Lupin said, "Because if Harry suggested what I thought he did, best not to apparate directly into that situation."
Lupin joined with Hermione. They entered the fireplace, with a drop of Floo Powder.
"Cardiff Central!" Lupin announced.
A spin, used to it being with Ron or Harry, still Hermione stepped out with the former professor. They walked out of a fireplace into a maintenance closet.
"A chance to practice," Lupin said, "Remember your disillusion?"
Hermione nodded, took out her wand.
"Inlusio!" Hermione said, applied it to herself.
Lupin flicked, a bit tougher to see him, and they went out into the lobby, past one in canary yellow, and went out the doors. Reasonably warm for winter, a breeze beneath the clouds above, and they walked along Wood Street, over the bridge. Hermione turned left. Along the River Taff, a bit more.
"Careful," Lupin said.
A couple more turns, along the dormant green of the bollard gardens, past one in a bottle green jumper, and onto Tardy Street. Ahead, the gap in the row of houses, the flowers that had already piled up on to a makeshift memorial.
"It's…" Hermione said as her disillusion failed as she stood next to her Aunt's car.
A breath, the crawl, a hand that held her ankle. Hermione jumped, the brown hair, she recognized Mark standing up, the twelve year old boy.
"Hermione!" Mark exclaimed.
Arms around her, Mark hugged her tight. Lupin glanced at her.
"He's…alright," Hermione said.
"We shouldn't loiter," Lupin said.
A glance, a mix of people half way into the shadows, some in canary yellow, others in bottle green. Fear seemed into her as Hermione crouched fast, squatted, as did Mark.
"What?" Mark asked.
"Watch for Aunt Cheryl," Hermione said to Lupin, "She's in danger too."
Hermione took out the Hogwarts Pin, activated it, and pressed it onto Mark. Jerk behind the naval, and he tumbled onto the floor of Lupin's manor; Hermione stayed on her feet as she stood.
"Huh?" Mark asked.
Hermione leaned over, took Mark's hand, pulled him up to standing.
"Those people are after me," Hermione said.
"What?" Mark asked.
Hermione sat on the sofa, he sat next to her.
"Who—what are you?" Mark asked.
"I'm a witch," Hermione said, "It's why I've got a funny stick, which I can do magic with."
"You're telling him?" asked Lupin, nearby.
"Voldemort killed his family," Hermione said, "He deserves an explanation."
"That's real?" Mark said, "I was mad at Mum and Dad, forced me off the computer so Trenise would have a turn."
"I was angry at my folks," Hermione said, "Never know…"
"Why?" Mark asked, "Why attack?"
Hermione remembered the nightmare.
"Long story," Hermione said, "Short one…wipe out a place for me…your parents would've taken me in if I had asked."
"You seem—" Lupin started.
"I saw it happen," Hermione said.
Hermione wasn't sure about the glance.
"Or something close to it," Hermione said, "Anyways, need to find Aunt Cheryl—or, those watching will catch her too."
"Be a bit more cautious," Lupin said, "Later."
Lupin disapparated.
"He…" Mark asked.
Hermione began to talk to him, explaining, thoughts of Harry and Ron always on the cusp.
It was after lunch as Harry approached the first floor classroom. Harry aimed his wand at the tile of marble two ahead, the push of magic. A bit of an electrical arc as the stone vanished, a large bear trap snatched itself closed.
"Good catch," Ron said.
A spin, and a jump, Harry landed to the threshold of the door, entered. Ron followed. Suits of armor.
"I repeat," said Professor McGonagall, at the front of the classroom, "Remove that armor in this classroom."
"Professor!" Dean Thomas protested.
"You are safe here," the Professor said.
"No I am not," Dean Thomas said.
"You may leave then," Professor McGonagall said, "But at the cost of points and detentions."
"Better those than my neck," Dean Thomas said.
"Me too," said Ernie Macmillan.
Ernie Macmillan went for the door, Dean and Seamus followed. Draco Malfoy flipped off Professor McGonagall as he left, so did Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.
"Longbottom!" Finnigan snapped from the door, at Neville who stood there.
"Don't want to know what the next Howler's like," Neville stated.
"Pussy!" Finnigan snapped, "She's—" pointed to Parvati joining the exodus, "Has more balls than you."
Door closed, Ron's wand already aimed at Neville, Harry's was too, and Neville's was aimed back. Harry studied Neville's eyes, spotted Ron's similar query within, trying to judge Neville's intent.
"Gentlemen," said Professor McGonagall, "I believe Mr. Longbottom wishes to talk with you."
Neville put his wand away.
"No wands," Neville said.
"Ron," Harry said, putting his away, the words of Luna came back to Harry.
"Not taking chances," Ron said.
"Got my back," Harry said to Ron.
"I'm crafty with the wand too," said Professor McGonagall.
Harry studied him, the brown hair, the eyes, the steady pose.
"I believe you," Neville said, "I think you're innocent."
"Oh," Harry said.
"I don't need armor around you Harry," Neville said, "I trust you with my bollocks."
Harry studied those light brown eyes, the ones seeking approval, reassurance.
"Sorry I'm not the sternest," Neville said, "Had the Professor write my Gran after last week, as I needed the help standing up to Seamus and them."
"Oh," Harry said.
"You weren't there when they set a snake onto my todger," Neville said, "You don't know the pressure they apply."
Harry kept his focus.
"That order form?" Ron asked.
"I'm not buying," Neville said, "My parents wouldn't approve."
"Change happens one wizard at a time," said Professor McGonagall.
"How can I be sure?" Harry asked.
"You never can be truly certain," Professor McGonagall said, "Mr. Longbottom has asked for your judgment, that's usually a good spot to begin."
"Us?" Ron asked.
"Faith in your character," Professor McGonagall said, "Never proving me wrong is a good way to accomplish that."
"Harry?" Neville asked, "Please?"
Neville extended his hand, Harry shook it, as Harry realized the offer seemed genuine.
"Not saying I'm proud of everything," Neville said, "Still…wanted to let you know you can rely on my wand."
"Thank you," Harry said.
Harry leaned over, gave Neville a quick hug.
"Gryffindor House stands one stronger," Professor McGonagall said, "That took courage Mr. Longbottom."
Neville blushed.
"Thank you for staying," Professor McGonagall said, "As Mr. Potter learns best by doing, we'll dispense with theory and go right to the practice."
Harry understood, less about that, more about the limited time to actually practice.
"We're talking bouncing ferrets," Ron said, "Right?"
Harry remembered it, the fourth year.
"Ferret, maybe," Professor McGonagall said, "But not bouncing."
"What if he makes a mistake?" Ron asked.
Harry glanced at Neville, caught the debate within.
"I can sort anything out," McGonagall said.
Harry smiled at Ron.
"Alright," Ron said.
Harry went into the aisle, like Ron did, and Harry walked in front of Ron; Neville stood to the side, watching.
"A badger," Professor McGonagall said, "Molly always wanted to see that one."
"A moment," Harry said.
Harry concentrated, aimed his wand as he felt the magic flow, and the red hair began to transfigure. Ron shrunk, became a well freckled badger with red hair on top, black skin that matched the trousers, with Ron's hands and feet.
"Not bad for a blind first attempt," said Professor McGonagall, "Bring him back."
Harry focused, aimed his wand at the fidgeting badger. It transfigured back into Ron.
"Try to get it all the way next time," Ron said.
Harry aimed his wand, the irony strong, as he focused. Ron changed again, became a red furred ferret. Neville grinned.
"Going for a ferret?" asked Professor McGonagall.
"Good," Harry said.
Harry aimed his wand again, the red morphed back into Ron.
"At least no bouncing," Ron warned.
"I do not want to hear you doing this to any other student," Professor McGonagall stated.
"Except in self defense," Ron said.
"Unlikely," Professor McGonagall said, "Mr. Weasley, try it on Mr. Potter."
Harry unsure if he liked what Ron was thinking of, the fur.
"Feline!" Ron shouted, wand aimed at Harry.
Harry felt the change, every limb moved, the fur partial beneath his clothes, as he ended up with a black furred cat body, his human head and feet, though a tail that wagged.
"Sorry," Neville said, belting out a bit of laughter, "It's funny."
"Reverti!" Ron shouted, wand aimed at Harry.
Again, the limbs moved, contorted, a near massage as the magic moved him, returned him to a human form, except for a tail that wrapped around him, wagged.
"Gia'd like that," Ron said.
Harry spotted it, Ron's memory of seeing it on Hermione. Professor McGonagall aimed her wand, the tail vanished.
"Adding body parts," Harry said, thinking a bit back to Hagrid adding the pig tail to Dudley all those years ago.
"That's not recommended," Professor McGonagall said.
"Me?" asked Neville.
"Odds of you making class tomorrow is high," Professor McGonagall said.
"Yeah," Neville said.
Harry understood the disappointment, watching instead of casting.
"Try again Mr. Weasley," Professor McGonagall said.
"Canine!" Ron shouted, wand aimed at Harry.
Harry felt the the effects again, as he almost got there, body and feet of a black terrier though his human head remained.
"Afraid of my bite?" Harry asked.
"Reverti!" Ron shouted.
Harry returned to his form.
"Try again," McGonagall said.
"Crocodilus!" Ron shouted.
This time, Harry morphed, changed, into an alligator, this time complete. His wits still about him, in the lower stature, however, some of reptilian instincts within him. Harry's jaws, the large ones, bit at Ron's left leg.
"Reverti!" Ron pleaded, wand aimed at Harry, "Reverti!"
Harry reverted to Harry, heard Neville's laughter.
"Glad to see you're fancying an afternoon snack," Ron asked, "But does it have to be me?"
RING!
"See you tomorrow," Professor McGonagall said.
"Unless—" Harry said.
"Be optimistic Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall said.
Harry grabbed his book–bag, turned to Neville, still standing there. "Study?" Neville asked.
Harry figured it best to not use the Portkey, went for the door. Ron and Neville behind him. Together, they left the classroom, when he felt the tingle from head to toe.
Bang, Bang, Boom
Flashes, smoke, and noise, a momentary ringing in the ears. Harry, Ron, and Neville fell flat on their backs, to hear the footsteps that fast approached. Billowing robes with a flashing Ministry Auror Badge, in the blurry vision clearing up, Edred's wand aimed as he slid to a stop.
"STOP!" Edred commanded
"My goodness!" exclaimed Professor McGonagall as she left the classroom, "Up!"
Harry felt the soreness throughout him as he began to stand, tenderness to his hand.
"They're in trouble!" Edred protested.
"That's for me and the Headmaster to decide," said Professor McGonagall.
"This way!" Edred said, eyes on the Deputy Headmistress.
"We're seeing the Headmaster," Professor McGonagall said to the Auror.
A wave of the Edred's wand; Harry's wandless silent charm resulted in a glare of surprise as the wand flew into Harry's right hand.
"As she said," Harry stated, "I'll turn this wand into lost and found."
Harry held the foreign wand, led the small procession along the familiar route, entered the Headmaster's office a moment later. The Headmaster peered up from his spot at the desk, the cap on top of his silvered hair.
"What seems to be the issue?" Professor Dumbledore asked.
Harry handed over Edred's wand, set it on the desk.
"These three left my classroom," Professor McGonagall said, "Only to be accosted by this brute."
"Slander is not—" Edred said.
"ONE AT A TIME!" Professor Dumbledore said.
Harry knew this was a battle of authority, as they waited for the Auror's mouth to idle. A pause as if the Headmaster counted to three.
"Now," Professor Dumbledore said, "Edred, please enlighten me."
"Saw them setting off explosions as they left the classroom," Edred said, "Any injuries are of their own making."
The Headmaster's blue eyes twinkled as they surveyed the three, the slightly singed shirt and collars, the hands.
"Seems superficial," the Headmaster said, "Mr. Weasley?"
"Left the classroom," Ron said, "Got hit by those blasts."
Harry nodded, along with Neville.
"They did it!" Edred said.
"Anything else?" the Headmaster asked Harry.
"Nothing more," Harry said.
"Mr. Adrian Edred," Professor Dumbledore said, "Rest assured that Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley have been suspended in accordance to previously established resolutions." He handed Edred the wand back. "You may return to the corridors, watch the second floor if you must."
Edred left the office, slammed the door shut. Professor Dumbledore trembled a bit as he stood, his cane was slow yet deliberate, and threw powder into the fireplace.
"Poppy!" the Headmaster said.
Madam Pomfrey's face appeared as the usual green head within the flames.
"Three superficial burn cases," Professor Dumbledore said, "Can you send a potion through?"
"I should inspect the burns," Madam Pomfrey said.
"Out of the question," Professor Dumbledore said, "One refuses."
Madam Pomfrey went away, returned with a bottle she handed through.
"One mouthful each," Pomfrey said, "They should consult St. Mungo's Book of Healing or myself."
"Thank you Poppy," Professor Dumbledore said.
The Headmaster handed over the red bottle to Harry first. Harry took a swig.
"Care for the Firewhiskey?" asked the Headmaster.
Harry handed the bottle to Ron, who took a swig, and handed it to Neville.
"I wish you hadn't made her swear to that oath," Professor Dumbledore said to Harry.
"You left me no choice after you sold out my balls for a song," Harry said.
"There was more going on there," said the Headmaster.
"Wednesday?" Ron asked as he counted on his fingers.
"Yes," Professor Dumbledore said, "Before the Minister arrives."
Harry activated his Portkey, Ron held on. Both were pulled away.
"Can I get that tail back?" Harry asked.
Both of them landed in Gia's bedroom.
"You're serious?" Ron asked.
"Think about it," Harry said, "Um… scratch that, without Hermione to fix mistakes."
"Yeah, likely right." Ron pointed at the Portkey. "Mind?"
Harry handed over the Portkey. He closed his eyes, thought about Gia, and felt the new breeze.
As Neville left the Headmaster's office, and Luna ran up to him.
"How'd it go?" Luna asked.
"He was…hesitant," Neville said.
Above, shoes dangled along with a pair of panties.
"Yours, right?" Neville asked.
"Bits of me spread across," Luna said, "It's how you know a place is home."
"They shouldn't be stealing from you," Neville said as they went up the stairs.
"Never made me positive," Luna said, "You do."
"Ta," Neville said as they entered the library.
Along the table, Neville sat. Luna went over into the shelves, brought back a thick book, and she sat back down. She blew off the dust.
"Careful," Luna said, issuing the charm to turn the pages without touching them, "It's a very old book, think this is bound with his skin."
Neville studied the binding, the script within.
"Maybe it was another Dark Lord," Luna said, "Clay Pontarsais had a last name, so you know he was important, as that wasn't a guarantee then."
"Oh," Neville said.
"Seems to refer to a very powerful one," Luna said, "Positivity in love is required to defeat him. If Harry's that champion, then it'd fit, uniting us all in love and trust."
"When he'd live?" Neville asked.
"One of the first pupils to Godric Gryffindor," Luna said, "A true first year of Hogwarts, and a member to that Order of the Phoenix."
"Doesn't apply," Neville said.
"Not unless history is repeating itself," Luna said, "If it is…we're in for one very rough ride according to him."
"How bad?" Neville asked.
Luna's charm flipped the pages.
"Guess Clay's vision was of a Hogwarts destroyed," Luna said.
"Shit," Neville said, the thought beyond his imagination.
"That Dark Lord is not Harry," Luna said, "Nor his friends."
Date: Tue Sep 12 21:15:12 2023