AN: The last two scenes are Eleanor in Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic. I'm trying to put those at the end of the chapters so if it's not your thing, you can skip it. If you do read those sections expect spoilers for the game.

Chapter 9: The Unexpected Follow-up

Eleanor was once again working on her translation work. She'd gotten through the first 2 years of the Standard Book of Spells thanks to generous use of time turners. With Penny's old room being converted into an office, she did one day in that room. Then she usually did a couple days at Grimmauld before coming back to the loft to do a day at what was essentially the dining room table. She was back at the table when a knock disturbed her.

She frowned. That wasn't Sheldon's pattern, and she wasn't expecting visitors. She went over to the door and unlocked it. Standing on the other side of the door was a nondescript white guy in a black suit with a white dress shirt and black tie.

"Miss Black. I'm Agent Smith with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. I'd like to ask you some questions about a Mr. Leonard Hofstadter. May I come in?"

Eleanor looked at him for a long moment. She could tell this wasn't the man's normal appearance. There was too much Magic around him.

"I'm not the best person to ask about him. I get along more with his roommate, Doctor Cooper than I do him."

The man discreetly tapped the side of his identification to dispel part of the illusion. Theseus Scamander.

"On the contrary, I believe hearing from someone who doesn't have rose-tinted glasses on concerning Dr. Hofstadter would be best."

"Very well, come in. Would you like some tea?"

The man gave a slight smile, "Please it's been a long day."

Eleanor stepped aside to let him into the apartment. Then she closed the door.

"So, what brings the head of MIB out here," asked Eleanor as she pulled out a second teacup.

"Well, there have been a few developments in the area and since I don't want everyone to know this is where you've settled, I thought I'd best handle things. Plus, between you and me, sitting behind a desk gets boring after a while," he admitted after dispelling his illusion (with a tap on his FBI badge).

"First matter is that our sensors determined an unusually strong burst of ritual magic coming from this town."

"The Potters found a disownment ritual they liked," replied Eleanor with a scowl, "At the same time, they triggered the Black Family's judgment. It destabilized my magic to the point that it would have been fatal without a couple parties intervening on my behalf."

"Not to be callous but was it just the two rituals happening at the same time that was going to be fatal or something else?"

"The magic destabilization upset the balance my body achieved with the basilisk venom and mutated lycanthropy. It was a race between the venom and the repeated painful transformations to see which would kill me."

"Had to ask or I wouldn't hear the end of it from the research department chief. They're still working on separating out the phoenix tears from that blood sample you donated."

Eleanor scowled at that.

"The entire department is still under that oath not to do anything else besides that and lycanthropy research with it. It's already been invalidated ritually and as far as Gringotts is concerned. Though I may have to ask for a new sample soon."

"I wouldn't recommend that. My blood got more complicated as a result of Halloween night. The Vampire decided to intervene and lycanthropy or not if he decides you're a vampire, you're a vampire. Also, I'm pretty sure I saw a Fury that night."

Scamander sighed, "So I'm going to tell you what I told Medusa. No rampages and no kids. Beyond that, we don't care."

Eleanor blinked, "What?"

"Like most parts of the U.S. Government, our funding is always questionable. We literally cannot afford to deal with all the problems and potential problems that actually fall under our jurisdiction. As a result, we usually strike deals with the more reasonable monsters/monster-like beings to direct their efforts in a way that we don't actually have to go against them. In Medusa's case, she offers us purchasing rights on her statues and we undo any that are truly innocent and aren't connected to Olympus in some form or fashion. In your case, we'll be giving you a list of acceptable targets as well as a do not touch list."

"What sort of acceptable targets?"

"Serial killers, cartel members, human traffickers as well as other people that generally fall through the cracks of our justice system. We'd prefer if you stuck to the list but understand that's not always possible. We'd prefer some sort of justification for your victims though."

"So an uninvited skank who fucked all over my loft is probably off the list?"

It was Scamander's turn to blink, "You mean to tell me that someone who's not your roommate was stupid enough to violate your…for lack of a better term….lair?"

"Yes. Repeatedly. We had to get rid of the sofa and Penny's mattress along with her loofa, bathrobe, and stuffed bear collection. If Winky hadn't insisted on cleaning it up, I'd probably be more furious about it."

"That actually falls under the home defense clauses. Vampires and other non-humans have a bit more leeway on those, so they don't bring the No-Maj law enforcement's attention to their lair and thus creating a bloodbath. Now you can't purposely be luring people into your lair just to trigger the protections but if they come in uninvited and then proceed to do anything like…that, then they've waived their own protections."

"Do you care about who I eat that's not in your jurisdiction?"

"Generally, no but I have a feeling I might need to know given your grudge against a lot of Magical Britain."

"Dolores Umbridge and the Greyback pack so far. That reminds me, I found some cursed kitten plates at Umbridge's place. I haven't had any luck figuring them out and don't really want to dive into the toad's memories to look. She got off on making kids write with a blood quill."

"Every time I think the British Incompetency has hit rock bottom; they throw another Bombarda curse at the bottom. How was she not prosecuted?"

"Dumbledore and the Ministry swept it under the rug to keep their reputations intact."

Winky appeared with the kitten plates.

Scamander cast a few spells at them, "It's a version of the Dorian Grey curse. They removed the morality aspect and just went for the end result. We never did figure out who gave that man the enchanted portrait. I'll send you a copy of our notes on the case. If you figure out a counter for the curse, please let me know. I'd still like to actually prosecute Mr. Grey if he's still alive in that painting."

"On a slightly related note, I'm setting up some towns in the UK to provide safe havens for werewolves and vampires. The werewolves are getting expanded trunks with small patches of woods in them along with prey animals and other toys. The vampires are getting underground houses built and we're sourcing blood from the discarded inventory at blood banks and hospitals. We're mixing it with wine to help with the taste. I believe Ragnar's looking into having the town grow a vineyard."

"We don't have that many vampires, but we do have a lot of hospitals and blood banks," replied Scamander, "I take it your operations are mostly in the UK?"

"Yes, I don't really have enough house elves to make deploying them over here feasible and most of them can't make the jump back and forth across the pond."

"I'll talk to the research department and see if we have a better way to transport things to Britain without having to go through what the Incompetency calls customs."

"I'd be willing to pay a rental fee for the transportation method and start selling the blood to the local vampires. Britain's been my focal point because…"

"Understandable," replied Scamander when she trailed off, "I'll talk to Ragnar for more details. If the idea is feasible over here too, we may have to talk about it more. Now, I did want to talk about Dr. Hofstadter. Per standard procedure, we investigate everyone who's in the know about magic even tangentially. Your contract was actually very well done but we still investigated. We were a bit concerned when we found out that Homeland Security had investigated him."

"Did you find out why?"

"Not to our satisfaction so we began looking into the Hofstadter family as a whole. The Hofstaders seem to have attracted the attention of the Luck Goddess. She cursed their third child to have 'good bad luck' at the same time she seems to have enhanced the luck of his siblings. Honestly, we're not sure if it's a curse on the family or if he did something personally that offended her."

"Knowing him the latter," muttered Eleanor, "He called me evil because I happened to think that the Sith code from Star Wars made more sense than the Jedi code."

Scamander gave her a look of disbelief.

"If you've got a pensieve I can show you the memory as well as what really happened to trigger the Homeland Security thing."

"How?"

"Vampires are natural Legilimens, and it took a few weeks to be able to control that ability."

"I do have a field pensieve," he replied, pulling it out of his pocket and enlarging it.

Eleanor pulled out her wand slowly and used it to pull a copy of her memories out and place them into the pensieve. Scamander dived in and watched the memories. He emerged with a frown on his face.

"We'll keep a closer watch on him but if a goddess is involved, I don't think acting on this is a good idea. They tend to be vengeful if you interfere with their punishments. You might be able to get away with it, but we won't be."

Eleanor nodded, "Anything else?"

"I'll be putting a compulsion charm in the system when it comes to your address so that the No-Maj law enforcement doesn't bother you. While you have diplomatic immunity and political asylum it's better for both of us if it remains unused. Do I need to do something about your landlord?"

"I bought the building. I'll probably slowly filter people out and make improvements. Gringotts is looking into Wards that I can install that won't affect the electronics and won't automatically repel No-Maj individuals."

"You may want to look in Japan for a proper Ward scheme," he paused, spotting the parchment work, "Do I want to know?"

"Just plans to make Hogsmeade into a proper shopping area under the Goat-fucker's nose. Complete with adult stores, racing tracks, dueling area and non-British products so that the town is appealing during the next Triwizard Tournament Hogwarts hosts."

An evil grin came to Scamander's face, "You know if you include a magical zoo, I'm sure Newt would love the chance to manage it."

Eleanor felt a similar grin come across her own face as she reached for a blank piece of parchment, "So what would you suggest?"

[Scene Change]

Eleanor was surprised to hear the guys in the hallway well after they should have started Halo. Then she remembered her advice to Sheldon. She decided to follow them at a distance. They went to Raj's car (it was more comfortable than Leonard's) and piled in. Eleanor transformed herself into a bat and landed on the roof of their car. She quickly applied both a sticking charm and a notice-me-not charm to herself. She enjoyed the feel of the air on her wings as they sped down the streets. She would have preferred to fly herself but had no illusions about her ability to keep up with a car especially as a bat for the first time (she made a mental note to try flying around the loft a bit more often as this was really something she should have tried out before now).

When they pulled up to a house an hour later, she disabled the sticking charm and took off for a nearby tree. Strangely she felt some Magic nearby. A moment later, she was cursing her enhanced hearing as she heard screeching and yelling from the house when the door opened. She had to stifle a snort when she heard that the woman living in the house had put plastic over the sofa to keep the skank and Wolowitz from fucking on it.

Howard quickly decided that discretion was the better part of valor and left with the guys. The skank was thrown out by a rather bulky woman. The skank ran away, struggling under all the clothes that Wolowitz had bought for her. The woman had a smirk of satisfaction on her face as she watched the skank depart.

"You might as well revert back," the woman spoke to the air in a deeper voice though Eleanor couldn't place the accent.

Since she felt the woman's eyes on her back, she obliged her.

"Hmm. Aren't you folk normally around Sunnyvale?"

"So, I've been told but that seems like all the more reason to avoid it."

"British, curious. Well as long as you keep your fangs to yourself, I suppose you can come in for a spot of tea Ms…"

"Black. Though I prefer Eleanor."

"Debbie then. Mrs. Wolowitz makes me feel older than I already am."

"Very well. I, the being currently known as Eleanor Black, do swear to keep my fangs to myself during my visit tonight. So mote it be."

There was a slight flash of light certifying the oath.

"Slytherin Eleanor," asked Debbie with amusement.

"Would have been if I hadn't met a blonde brat named Draco Malfoy who got into the house before me."

"Well come on in."

A few minutes later they were both seated comfortably sipping tea.

"So, what has a Magical Draculina interested in my Howard?"

"I live across the hall from his friends Sheldon and Leonard. Well…Sheldon and now Raj. He and Leonard swapped places a while back without an explanation."

Debbie had an evil smirk on her face, "According to Howie, Raj suggested that Leonard needed a place that wasn't within easy reach of you if he was going to keep antagonizing you. Something about you imitating an uncle of his and making the boy vanish."

"I wish. Even with the new bit of distance, he's still too closely integrated into Sheldon's routine for me to make him disappear."

"What about eating him and making him into a familiar?"

Eleanor shook her head, "I'm uncomfortable with that particular power set. I'll leave that to the Crimson Fucker. Plus, I think I might get indigestion from him and Umbridge was bad enough."

"Umbridge, that horrible toad woman that had people writing with blood quills?"

"Yes. How do you know of her?"

"I'm a squib Eleanor. Specifically, I used to belong to the Bulstrode family. However, it's a well-known secret that the 'Imperiused' Death Eaters kill off squibs when they get bored under the 'hunting' laws that toad slipped in. So, my family was kind enough to leave me in the States figuring that most Death Eaters would go for more convenient targets."

"How do you know about the blood quills though?"

"My niece Millie told me in her yearly Yule letter."

"I'm guessing with all the owls going back and forth makes it hard for anyone malicious to track it."

"Yep. It's safer that way. Though she has talked about visiting now that she's out of Hogwarts. She's working on a Potions Mastery to go with her Charms Mastery. She wants those two before she goes for her Healing Mastery. Thinks it'll help her be taken more seriously."

"Makes sense. It would give her a better understanding of the healing charms and potions. My original plan was Runes Mistress, but things happened. I got bitten and some horrible family news and decided to leave before things could get worse."

"And now?"

"Got it and a business degree at Berkeley. Though I'm not sure I'll ever go as far with runes as I originally wanted. I have a lot of other projects that I'm working on now, but sometimes I miss what could have been."

"I understand that," she replied, giving Eleanor a slight pat on the hand.

She paused and looked at the hand.

"Eleanor, are you wearing a glamor?

Eleanor sighed and dispelled it. There were a few minutes of silence as Debbie read the hand and struggled to contain her emotions.

"It's not often I find myself glad that neither Howie nor I can use Magic but…what the hell is wrong with that school? Children are supposed to be protected, not tortured."

To Eleanor's surprise, Debbie got up from her spot, moved around to Eleanor and wrapped her up in a motherly hug.

"It's alright, Eleanor. You don't have to be strong all the time," she said soothingly as she rubbed Eleanor's back, "You don't have to keep it all bottled up. Trust me, it does you no good in the long run. You just become older and bitter before your time and scared. It's no way to live."

Eleanor struggled for a moment then collapsed into the hug, actually shedding the tears that she had never shed. She was only barely aware of Alucard 'noping' his way out of the mental connection for the night as she cried out all the tears of sadness and pain that she'd been holding in for far too long.

[Scene Change / Load Game]

After an embarrassingly long cry, Eleanor and Debbie eventually got around to discussing why Eleanor had been stalking the guys and following them to the house. Debbie had not been pleased that her son had fucked the slut all over Eleanor and Penny's loft. After their talk, Eleanor headed back to the apartment (she was slowly losing the 'loft' Britishism) and was relieved that Penny wasn't home quite yet. She needed some time to rebalance herself before she dealt with people. With that in mind, she launched Knights of the Old Republic.

Anora found herself back in the cantina on Taris mere moments after her conversation with the Mando. She dispelled the slight Force spell that prevented the Republic soldier from seeing her. Then she sauntered over to where he and the person formerly known as Revan were. A feral grin came across her face when she saw Republic jump and go for his pistol.

"So jumpy," she observed, "Not a good trait to have down here. People might think you're hiding something."

"My companion's just on edge," began the amnesiac Revan tapping into his usual charisma, "Our arrival on-world was both untraditional and unpleasant. Hopefully, by the time our business on the planet is done, the blockade will have ended."

"Your companion's going to get you killed," replied Anora, "Or do you think that people can't recognize a Republic pilot outfit?"

Revan frowned and his companion sputtered.

"Me?! What about you? Surely people recognize Revan's hound," protested the Republic pilot.

Anora didn't bother repressing the snarl, "Should have taken a line out of HK-47's programming and gutted that bastard before the name could stick. Unlike some people, I'm good at controlling who sees me and who doesn't. A holographic overlay while expensive is very useful as it lets people see what they wish."

Revan gave her a look, "So what should I call you?"

"Lou De Mort. Lou for short. You?"

"Naver."

Anora had to suppress a groan. Could the Jedi get any lazier in naming their 'prisoner'?

"So, what brings you to talk to us, Lou?"

"You two represent a risk to the planet. Malak has never been a patient individual. It is in Taris's best interest to get the people he's looking for off planet as quickly and publicly as possible, so he doesn't authorize another Telos. If it's in Taris's best interests, it's also in mine. I'll help you get off planet, but I want you to vouch for me in case people like him get the wrong idea."

"What do you mean?"

"Revan's the one who rescued me when the Mandalorians exterminated my homeworld. I stayed with him to repay the debt until he went somewhere that I couldn't follow. I've been on my own since, but most people won't even realize that Revan and I parted ways. So, they'll accuse me of being a Sith and from there it's a quick trial and execution despite no evidence of my guilt."

"Carth?"

"I don't know," the man admitted, "I heard the Jedi were interested in Revan's hound, but they never said why. Bastila might know more."

"Bastila as in Bastila Shan the Battle Meditation user?"

"Yes."

"Every time I think I've heard the stupidest thing the Jedi have done; they just throw another thermal detonator into the hole to blow out the bottom. Battle Meditation is worthless here. The battle for Taris is over. The Republic lost and you certainly didn't bring enough ships to restart it."

"What's Battle Meditation," asked Naver.

"A force power in which a Jedi uses the Force to commune with the battlefield. They can use the Force to help their allies gain a bit more speed, to react quicker to be better in tune with those instincts that save lives in a fire fight. At the same time, it weakens the enemies by using the Force to decrease their battle prowess. The ability makes it, so that 'fresh' troops perform like troops that have been stuck in combat for hours if not days while also doing the opposite for their allies. So, it's wasted here."

"I'm sure the Jedi have a good reason," began Carth though there was a frown on his face as he realized the implications.

"I'm sure they have a 'reason'," agreed Anora though everyone could hear the air quotes, "Whether it's good or just 'because the Force Wills' is an entirely different issue. So, what do you say Naver, do we have a deal?"

"Let me talk to Carth for a few moments."

They came back after a moment, "I agree to your terms though I'm not sure what I could do against the Jedi if they really want to apprehend you."

"A fair concern. As long as you don't just hand me over to them or aid them in subduing me then I will not hold your failure against you. Now let us go."

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Finding Bastila Shan was super easy, barely an inconvenience…well once they got through the Lower City, the Under City and hit up 5 different Vulkar bases. Strangely her vampiric powers seemed to have transferred over despite her wolfish appearance. Alucard was either going to laugh his ass off or be jealous as all hell that she could indulge in 'Walks' without racking up the property bill or triggering a bitch fest from Boss Girl. Part of her couldn't wait for the Crimson Fucker to find out and throw his own bitch fest. She would cackle the entire time. Turnabout is fair play fucker.

Zaalbar wasn't bad for a Wookie and Mission was the adorable tough-acting little sister that Anora didn't realize she needed in her life. While Mission did look older than her actual age, Anora wasn't comfortable viewing her as anything other than 'little sister' at the moment. She fell into a predictably familiar pattern with Naver (Revan) sneaking around, causing havoc and flushing the enemies toward where Revan was. It was really the only time she'd consider playing 'Fetch' outside of her actual wolf form.

So naturally the problem came when the Jedi bitch woke up on the Ebon Hawk and realized that Anora was on board.

"What are you doing here Hound of Revan," came a demanding female voice.

"Losing at Pazaak," she replied, barely looking up from the game she was playing with Mission.

"You've won every other game Lou," replied Mission.

"Yeah, but I've got a bad feeling about this one."

Mission looked at her cards…and played the winning card, "I still don't get how you can sense that."

"Luck has a love/hate relationship with me. Go ahead and get the next game ready, I've got to deal with our royal highness before she complains," she turned to look at the scowling woman, "What do you actually want?"

"For you to surrender and turn yourself over to Jedi custody for crimes against the Republic."

Anora began cackling, "Oh wait you're serious. Honey, you don't want to go down this hyperspace lane with me. You and your 'peace loving' Masters really don't want to go down this hyperspace lane."

"What are you talking about? You're a follower of Revan and a traitor to the Republic."

"Prove it."

"What?"

"Prove that I have committed a crime against the Republic. Actually, prove that I'm a citizen of the Republic. The Republic and the Jedi forfeited any loyalty I had and severed any oaths that might apply when they let the Mandalorians exterminate my people and burn hundreds of Worlds on the Outer Rim. Yeah, I fought alongside Revan in the Mandalorian War. He had my loyalty. That man vanished after Mandalore was defeated. Darth Revan never asked for it and I never gave it. As for Malak, if he still had a jaw and throat, he could go choke on a Rancor dick."

The Mandalorian (who had discreetly wandered over) laughed. He laughed harder when he saw Bastila's dumbfounded expression.

"But…"

"Nothing," interrupted the Mandalorian (whose name Anora finally remembered was Canderous Ordo), "The Wolvar is right. She owes no loyalty to the Jedi any more than I do. By Mandalore's groin piece, she owes less to your hypocritical order than I do. You Jedi were content to let the Outer Rim burn. You condemned the few Jedi who decided to actually stop our conquest. Then you pretended that the couple years of peace were your doing. After that my favorite part, you used Revan's 'fall' to justify a piss poor decision. If you Jedi knew that fighting against us could lead to this 'Dark Side' then you should have been preparing to handle these Sith. Instead, you were all caught drunk and unprepared."

"When we get to Dantooine, you will be brought before the Council."

"No. I saw what happened to Meetra. You and your council can shove your 'authority' where the stars don't shine," replied Anora coldly.

"You mean Surik," asked Ordo, "What happened?"

"The Council exiled her. They didn't help her recover from what happened on Malachor V. They just washed their hands of her and sent her alone and unarmed directly into the realms of her enemies. And I won't even start mentioning the other punishment your precious Council has given out," she glared at Bastila, "So, no I don't acknowledge your Council or your personal authority over me. If you try, then we'll get to find out if the Sith and Mandalorians are the only ones capable of killing Jedi or not. Now go bother someone who can actually tolerate your hypocritical arrogant ass."

Mission waited for Bastila to storm off before she asked her question.

"You really don't like Jedi, do you?"

"I haven't met a 'proper' Jedi that I liked," Anora admitted, "They lost me when they said that it was unfortunate, but the Force advised them not to interfere against the Mandalorians. I have felt when the Force gives suggestions. I know they felt no such thing. They let the Outer Rim burn due to their own cowardice. They let my people die due to their cowardice and worse, they used the man who rescued me as a scapegoat to justify their own agenda.

"Don't get me wrong. I despise the Sith under Malak. They are a bunch of sadistic butchers who don't even have a fraction of the 'honor' many of the Mandlorians had. But to me, the Jedi are no better. They had the power to stop the men firing the blasters. They chose not to. Their hands are just as bloody as the Sith and Mandalorians."

She sighed, "We've got a bigger problem though."

Ordo raised an eyebrow.

"Revan knew that there was a Jedi enclave on Dantooine."

Ordo let out a string of Mandalorian curses.

"Am I missing something," asked Mission.

"Malak was Revan's Jedi padawan."

"You've got to be Kriffing kidding me," cursed Mission, "We're going to a place that the Sith are likely to turn to slag."

"I am damn glad Wolvar that your strategy of throwing the lowlife scum at the blockade around Taris worked. With this much Jedi stupidity we'll need all the time that Malak will be in the damn Kolto tank."

"Yep. And their short-sighted arrogance will lead to thousands dying when Malak decides to remove the Jedi."

"Is there anything we can do," asked Mission.

"You can't save people from their own stupidity," remarked Ordo, "It always fails in the end."

"I think I'm going to talk to Big Z for a bit. Not really in the mood for more Pazaak, Lou."

Anora nodded and Mission walked off.

"Republic's probably going to bitch about us ruining the kid's innocence," remarked Ordo once Mission was out of ear shot.

"Speaking as someone who had mission critical information hidden from me so I could 'enjoy my childhood,' better to shatter the illusion of innocence and let her know the exact dangers lurking than to let her fall into a trap when the enemy uses her ignorance against her."

"So, what do we do on Dantooine?"

"Find some jobs to get some Credits so we're not reliant on Jedi handouts. Beyond that," she shrugged, "Hopefully we get him 'trained' enough to be allowed to go on an off-planet mission. The sooner we leave that death trap, the happier I'll be."

"Agreed. It's rather disturbing how much I'm agreeing with you."

"Could be worse."

Ordo raised an eyebrow.

"You could be agreeing with Her."

"Point. So Pazaak?"

"Why not?"