Chapter 4
"Crucio," Voldemort casted the unforgivable on Rabastan and Rodolphus Lestrange, the Leatrange Brothers. He let them suffer for a few moments before canceling the curse. "Can either of you tell me why three Cave Giants, of the Ural Mountain clan, attack the Hogwarts Express last night. As they were under both of your supervision and I gave no order for them to be anywhere near there in the first place!"
"Master," Rabastan pleaded.
"Greyback, he told us it was part of a strategy of a mission you gave him," Rodolphus answered who is still in pain.
"And what plan was that," Voldemort asked as he readied to cast another curse.
"To prove that his werewolves are loyal to you by getting you the prophecy between you and Potter," Rabastan responded, nearly shouting it in the process. Years in Azkaban can deconstruct one's self control and mental stability.
The response was rewarded with another round under the torture curse.
"Fools," Voldemort responded, "the Ministry's Unspeakables make sure each prophecy they have can only be picked up by those who the prophecy speaks of."
"They took a magical construct of the Potter boy with them," Rodolphus replies, while still shaking from the pain, along with his brother.
Before Voldemort could do or say anything the doors burst opened and two werewolves, both in their human form, a male and female, dragged in a charred Fenrir Greyback. His shirt and pants were torn to pieces and most of his visible skin was blackened.
"Forgive us our Lord," the woman said as both of the werewolves kneeled before him. "But the task you assigned our Pack Leader did not succeed."
"It would seem you two were telling me the truth after all," Voldemort said to the Lestrange Brothers in a calm voice that sent fear down the spines of those present, before turning his attention to the werewolves, "You two, leave Greyback there as he needs to be taught a lesson of humility."
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"I have such a hangover," Sirius said as he laid down on the couch in Karen's living room, with an ice pack on his forehead.
"Why are you complaining about it at my place," Karen asked, "Better yet, why don't you magic it away instead of complaining about it?"
"A) Because I have what you asked of me and B) it amplifies the hangover on muggle alcohol," Sirius responded as he threw a pillow at his goddaughter and Karen merely stuck her tongue out at him as she casually dodged the pillow. "My contact wanted me to drink the strongest muggle alcohol with him before he would talk."
"So," Karen asked as she raised an eyebrow and folded her arms underneath her giant bust. "I have seen you go through 5 kegs of Firewhiskey and wake up the next day without any trouble."
"5 and a half," Sirius corrected as he pointed at her as if offended of her miscalculation. "As for the hangover, I think we drank the place dry and he left me with the bill!"
"What did you learn," Karen asked as she rolled her eyes at her godfather.
Only to find him transformed into his canine form, with the bag of ice on top of his head, while he slept with a sign that read, 'Sirius is not here, please leave a message with Padfoot at the beep.'
Karen's eye twitched at that, she a decade of living with his childish antics and she often questioned who was raising who, more times than she dared to count.
Karen than grew a wicked a smile as she used her freeze breath on the mongrels rear.
It took the dog a few seconds to realize his rear end had frozen before he yelped and returned to his human form.
"You did not wait for the beep," Sirius shouted as he ran towards the kitchen and turned on the electric oven and put his rear on top of it.
"That wasn't the message," Karen responded casually. "The message was going to say should I take Padfoot to the vets to get fixed."
"Not funny," Sirius responded. As the wording on the sign change to 'BEEEEP!', before bursting into bubbles.
"What did your source say about the Potter's," Karen asked as she folded her arms.
"James and Lily did have another child when Charles was about 4-years-old, a girl, she looks like a mini Lily, with James's disregard for the rules when she sets her mind to something," Sirius replied. "She should be going to Hogwarts this year."
Karen sighed in disbelief at the information, and said, "So basically I get screwed over because I was damaged goods."
"What about me?" Sirius said doing his best pout.
"What about you," Karen replied, "You've been munching off of me since I established my company and before that, your family fortune."
"I spent 4 years in Azkaban," Sirius complained, "Without a trial and believing my best mate put me there! Plus I gave you the start up capital for your business."
"And you managed to escape and managed to find me here in the States before managing to get a proper trial and managed to get Asylum here," Karen said in a flat tone. "I know the story. You can't set foot in Britain without your immortal soul being sucked out. Get off the oven before you set your pants on fire."
"Those only happen on the muggle moving picture box that you watch when you were a kid," Sirius replied and at the exact moment his pants caught on fire.
Sirius sniffed the air for a second and asked, "What's cooking? It smells good."
"You are, you overgrown pup," Karen replied in an amused tone.
Sirius finally looked down and saw his pants were on fire and started panicking and started running
around madly, and screaming, in the apartment, causing the fire to grow faster.
Sighing at the man's antics Karen used a small portion of her gale force breath to put out the fire that was burning the man's pants before it set off the sprinklers.
"Is she aware of my existence," Karen asked.
"From what I can tell, the girl believes that she is the second born child of James and Lily," Sirius responded before he realized he had magic as he pulled out his wand and conjured an ice pack and put it on his behind, before continuing, "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to see a healer."
He then walked into the closet, where she kept her cleaning supplies, before she heard a crack sound coming from within, Karen sighed as she nursed the migraine that developed during the conversation. "This is going to be troublesome."
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Meanwhile at the British Minister of Magic's office, Fudge slammed down the latest issue of the Daily Prophet, and Fudge asked, nearly shouting in the process, "Mind telling me why three giants attacking Hogwarts Express, leaving 47 injured, 8 dead, along with Fenrir Greyback managed to infiltrate the Ministry itself, and none of your Aurors where there to stop them?"
Amelia Bones, along with Dolores Umbridge is in his office with him, and Amelia replied, "You gave me explicit instructions, the day before, that my Aurors were not needed in those areas. In my office, which is widely known to cancel out all spells and potions that changes one's appearances, or would you like me to tell that to papers too?"
Fuming that he can't publicly lay the blame on someone else, partly because reallections is coming up soon and his biggest donor, Lucius Malfoy, for his reelection campaign, insisted on certain cutbacks and the Auror department had the biggest hit, Fudge decided to change the subject, and asked, "What about this flying woman that defeated the giants?"
"You mean Power Girl? I thought no man didn't know of her," Amelia replied as she was inwardly amused but she didn't show any emotion, "She's a well known vigilante from the Colonies and backed by the muggle version of the ICW."
"She's a muggle!" Fudge shouted in frustration, "Why wasn't she obliviated?"
"Because doing so would cause a bigger risk to the Statue of Secrecy," Bones replied, "As she is regular visits to a natural Legimus. Plus she already knows about magic, as she is a squib. And before you ask how this is possible, people with various abilities that defy the muggle and wizarding norm, have been around for nearly 15 years now, completely unaided by magic."
"Why wasn't I informed of this?" Fudge demanded.
"I have been giving the Minister of Magic bi weekly reports on their activities, ever since I took office nearly 10 years ago," Bones replied. "Have you been reading any of them or have you just filing them away without even looking at them?"
Fudges eye is twitching now as Bones had covered all her bases, and if the Prophet gets hold of that he fired her for following procedure and his orders, than they are going to have a field day and he could kiss his reelection goodbye, along with the cushy payouts from his supporters.
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It is late in the evening and Karen in her Power Girl persona is chasing down a criminal Android, who was once a human man, most commonly known as Metallo, who was once went by John Corben. He had just stole an armored car, filled with freshly printed bills.
"The flying bitch is still on us boss," a thug said.
"You have a gun, use it," Metallo said in an irritated tone as he made a high speed turn into oncoming traffic.
The thug rolled down and started firing his AK-47 at the superheroine, which had no effect on the blonde, as they bounced harmlessly off of her as they weaved through oncoming traffic.
Power Girl than used a quick burst of speed to get in front of the truck and put one foot on the front of the car as she hovered an inch off the ground, with her arms wrapped under her chest. The car quickly came to a stand still, despite Metallo pushing the gas pedal to the floor. As the thug finished reloading his gun and about to fire his weapon again, Power Girl used her heat vision to heat the weapon causing the thug to drop it from the pain of the heat.
Metallo finally had enough as he got out of the car, as for the thug he started running the other way.
"So you think you are big stuff," Metallo said with confidence oozing from his voice. "I've been fighting Superman since you were still in diapers!"
"Tough talk for a walking trash can," Power Girl replied.
"Kryptonian, I know your greatest weakness, but it is my fuel," Metallo said with a smirk as he opened his lead lined chest cavity, which contained a green Kryptonite rock. "Do feel your powers leaving you girl?"
His eyes widened in shock as in a blink of an eye Power Girl grabbed hold of the Kryptonite and she whispered in his ear, "Kryptonite doesn't affect me." She than whipped out the rock, leaving the Android on emergency power, which rendered him paralyzed from the neck down.
"How," Metallo asked in horror as New York's finest had shown up, with the thug that ran away in the back of one of the squad cars.
Power Girl tossed the rock to one of the officers, and said to the cops, "You better get him secured before plugging him in."
Power Girl was about to take off, when she saw some movement in a nearby alleyway. She then flew away in the opposite direction.
"There she goes," says an elderly man with a British accent.
"We should have confronted her," a woman said.
"Are you daft woman?" a second man said with a hint of scorn in his voice, "There are far to many muggles around for us to confront her."
"Who are we talking about?" A young woman's voice asked.
"Power Girl," the second man said as he was staring at the direction in which she flew off in.
"Really?" The young woman asked, "I heard that she is drop dead gorgeous."
"That skank? Wearing that outfit in broad daylight? She has no shame," the older woman criticized.
"Molly Weasley, she saved all those students on Hogwarts Express," the second man scolded the red haired woman.
"James Potter is right, Molly," the older man said.
"Thanks Professor Dumbledore," James replies, before he turned around and stared at the biggest pair of breasts he had seen on a woman.
"My eyes are up here," the woman said as she got James attention to look up and saw that it was Power Girl. "Now what do you wizards want that you tracked me down across the pond?"
"Of course you blonde bim…"
"What our red haired friend," James interrupted and glaring at Molly for her attitude, "is that we are here to extend our thanks about your rescue the kids on the train yesterday."
Power Girl stared blankly at the three magicals in front of her, with her arms wrapped around under her bust. She then sighed and said, "If you really want to thank me, then look me in the eyes and not my bust line Mr. Potter. Molly is it? I don't like you or your opinions or your prejudices."
"As for you Albus Dumbledore," She continued as she pointed at the aged wizard, "I'd stop trying to snoop around in my head."
She then made her point by using her heat vision to start a small flame to the bottom of his long beard. It was quickly put out thanks to the aid of James.
"How dare you harm Albus Dumble…." Molly started ranting before being interrupted by James again.
"She was well within her rights Molly. Dumbledore had no legal ground trying to read her mind and as for you…" James turned to the blonde again and she was gone.
"Where did she go," Molly asked.
"I didn't sense any magic," Albus stated as he stroked what was left of his beard.
James sighed and put his hands in the pockets of his robes and noticed a piece of paper that wasn't there before.
"What is the matter James," Dumbledore asked.
"It's probably nothing, just a feeling," James replied as he apparited away followed by the other two.
To be continued…