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My name is not JK Rowling; I don't own Harry Potter, although I enjoy playing in her sandbox. However, any grammar issues are from Grammarly and my own.

It had been a long day for Junior Auror Tonks pretending to be the 'Girl Who Lived.' She couldn't imagine how Iris did it, having to play being a schoolgirl, even if it was fun to be around her old stomping grounds. Still, Nymphadora couldn't help but giggle at how it turned out. Stupid, evil bint should have known better.

Opening her boss's office door, Director Bones motioned towards a chair and, after a moment, set aside the arrest report.

"Is she taken care of?"

Tonks grinned. "Yes, ma'am. Snug as a bug in a rug although not happy about it."

The Director gave a small smile. "Too bad. Well, good work. We also now have an excuse if asked why you were at Hogwarts. Now, what do you think of Raven," Amelia asked, using Iris's Unspeakable code name.

"Scary," Tonks instantly replied, the first thing that came to mind. "Also, glad she is on our side."

The Director nodded as she fiddled with a small glass bottle.

"And obviously, telling the truth," Tonks added. "No fifteen-year-old knows as much as she does about everything. One of the things that made me feel better was that the Hogwarts house elves called her Headmistress. And happily, help her."

The Director's eyes opened wide. "Headmistress?"

"I was surprised, too. According to Raven, it happened when she needed to repair the school's wards after the war, not just from the damage it took during the battle but from what all headmasters had done to them."

Amelia acknowledged Voldemort's real name and then pointed to the small glass bottle. "I looked at Ravn's memories of the third task and pieces of her earlier and later years. Fudge's ineptitude, no, I can't blame him for everything. We, or I, had dropped the ball. The DMLE should have interviewed her and her friends numerous times. Susan didn't say much, but I should have known something was wrong with that school."

Tonks nodded. "Dumbledore's doing. However, Raven still feels it was partially her fault for not asking for help, as back then she wouldn't have wanted to stand out."

"I disagree; it's the adult's responsibility, and we failed her and the others spectacularly," Amelia sighed. "And I fucked up afterward, too. My hubris caused my death, which almost destroyed Susan as well."

"Mine too," Tonks murmured. "But now we have another chance, ma'am."

"That we do," Amelia agreed with a determined look. "However, not a lot of time to do it, according to Raven; she did mention a trip to Spain and getting a book?"

"Yes, she needs to talk to her old teacher; the book is hidden in the Vatican."

"The Vatican," the Director gave her a dry look.

Tonks couldn't help but grin. "She plans to borrow it, claiming the Church wouldn't miss it."

Amelia groaned, rubbing her eyes, "Bloody Unspeakables. Do you think you can take her place at school again?"

"If her friends help like this time, then yes. And, if everything goes according to plan, Raven will head to Spain this weekend. As to why she wouldn't get into it, saying it's Unspeakable work, but meeting with her old teacher sounded important."

Tonks knew it had to do with the things they were collecting but was asked to keep that part of their adventure to herself.

"Croaker said something similar," her boss nodded, but a familiar figure burst into her office before she could continue.

"Amelia, what's going on? Someone told me Deloris is in a holding cell," Fudge growled.

Leaning back on her chair, the Director of the DMLE said calmly, "Yes, Cornelius. For attacking an Auror, possession of over a dozen Class 3 dark artifacts, and casting of the Cruciatus Curse."

"That must be a mistake. She wouldn't have done something like that," the Minister insisted.

Amelia pointed to Tonks. "Well, you can ask the Auror yourself if you wish."

His head whipped around. "Why were you at Hogwarts in the first place."

"Because there were reports of students being tortured by a professor," Nymphadora replied.

"And why didn't I hear about this?" he asked, puffing himself up before deflating, getting one look from Amelia, "Oh."

"Yes, sir, after pretending to be a Hogwarts student all day, I was given detention—I believe it was for my tie not being on straight."

"Your tie," Fudge, who looked like the wind was taken out of him, sat down as Tonks continued her report.

"She then told me to write lines and laughed when I pointed out that Blood Quills were illegal. Then, claimed that since the Minister of Magic had appointed her to her position, she could do whatever she wanted."

Fudge harumphed. "That's absurd."

"I agree, sir. After announcing myself as an Auror, she began casting some rather dark magic. Director Bones has the Priori Incantatem report."

Amelia leaned forward. "I assume, Cornelius, that you had no idea your assistant was doing such things in your name?"

"Of course not, Amelia," He quickly replied, looking both angry and nervous. "You have to believe me. I never thought she would torture students."

"I do believe you. Unfortunately, it's not me that you will have to convince, but the students' parents."

Fudge looked confused. "Why would their parents get involved?"

Tonks replied, "Madam Umbridge tried to make a run for it when I dived out of the way of the Cruciatus. Once I caught up, she began screaming obscenities before sending another Cruciatus in my direction. Thankfully, the current Defense Professor was in place to protect the students while I stunned the Undersecretary. In addition, when the Auror woke her up, she started screaming again. I don't think anyone in Hogwarts missed it."

"You have my full support, Amelia. Make sure that everyone knows that. Do what needs to be done," the Minister commanded, horrified at the utter PR disaster before fleeing the office.

Tonks held back a snort, "Ma'am, Raven also gave me a bit of homework."

"Alright, she mentioned the two of you would have a list; let me see. I can't say I am looking forward to it, but you are new and have a fresh perspective," Amelia said, reaching the report.

"I added my concerns, but Raven confirmed a few things," Tonks said.

The Director didn't look happy about what was written: "I need to change one of my bodyguards, and Henly's fiancé just invited me to their wedding."

Tonk unhappily added, "Raven admits we should confirm not just those on the list as her memory might be off on a few things."

"Looks like my concerns were valid, though. Even if we use those not listed, we will be short. She mentioned that you are acquainted with the Delacours. The one who joined Dumbledore's little bird club."

Tonks couldn't help but cringe. "Yes, ma'am. Fleur is part of the group and currently dating Bill Weasley."

Amelia just shook her head. "The Weasleys have always been Dumbledore's biggest supporters. However, I am disappointed with Arthur."

The Director then asked quite seriously, "I assume you know who you work for, Junior Auror Tonks? Or do you need to be on this list?"

"Yes, ma'am, and I mean no, I don't need to be on this list," she insisted.

"And you like your job?"

"Very much so, ma'am."

Amelia nodded. "That's good. From now on, you will report directly to me and tell me what the Order is doing. Raven's work is too important for them to meddle with her affairs. Trust me, I won't hesitate to throw all of them in jail. In the meantime, can you see if you can get Miss Delacour to send a message to her father without everyone knowing? I need his contacts on the continent."

"Yes, ma'am."

Iris Potter sat quietly, patiently waiting for the meeting to start. Once again dragged into the headmaster's office after breakfast; no surprise. Coming back to school in the middle of the chaos caused by the arrest of Deloris Umbridge had been quite amusing, which also allowed her to sneak in unobserved. What she didn't expect after telling her cousin about Umbridge was for it all to escalate while she was out—amusing, really.

Iris was also impressed at how quickly she made her plans, which included backup, mocking the professor to get detention, and having the defense professor in place in case something went wrong. In all, the sting went off beautifully. And Amelia was quick to go with the narrative after hearing about it. Making the morning Prophet was just the icing on the cake.

"I am disappointed, Miss Potter, that you had to go outside of school for help," Dumbledore began with his patented disappointed grandfather voice.

"Well, sir, once again, I am disappointed with how little the professors do to ensure the safety of their students," Iris answered quite calmly.

"You insufferable brat," Snape growled.

"Case in point," Iris noted, then nodded toward her Head of House. "I won't bother listing every school year mishap, Professor; however, I did tell you of my concerns. You told me to what? Keep my head down."

Professor Minerva McGonagall looked down, ashamed.

"Now, ask Colin Creevey to show you his hand if you think I exaggerate. Thank goodness for Dittany," Iris continued a little angrily. "And since the Professors once again did not help. I took care of it."

"By going to the DMLE," Dumbledore sighed.

"Frankly, I hate using my fame, but Director Bones understood, considering she has a niece in the school. Tonks volunteered, and Professor Yuna was also brought in to help."

The Defense Professor, who stood off to the side of the room, nodded with approval.

Professor Yuna then explained, "When Junior Auror Tonks informed me of the situation, we quickly ensured that the students were safe if things got out of control. Of course, we didn't expect Umbridge to start casting Unforgivables, but she did. However. We do apologize for not contacting you, Headmaster, but you and your Deputy were not at school."

Iris knew the two were at an Order meeting, so this was beautifully timed.

"Now, I have also been informed to tell you that Director Bones had additional questions for Miss Potter," the Defense Professor said with a smile. "But don't worry; it won't be until this weekend, and I will gladly escort her to and from."

Dumbledore frowned. "I don't think that's necessary, Gwendoline."

The professor just shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. With all due respect, it's not your call. However, I am sure the Director will answer any questions you have, although, if I am not mistaken, she will contact you this morning with hers."

The meeting didn't last much longer; there was nothing for the professors or the headmaster to say. Everything she had brought up was one-percent true. There was no detention, much to Snape's ire, but Iris was done. She believed there would be no real change until Dumbledore stepped down as headmaster.

Italy's weather was quite pleasant compared to sunny Britain as Iris listened to her tour guide. Or, well, she wasn't exactly part of it, but she enjoyed how knowledgeable the woman was as she spoke about the area's rich history. The group had already visited the Church of Quo Vadis and the Basilica of St. Sebastian but were now headed to the Catacombs of St. Callixtus. Admittedly, the Church and the Basilica were quite lovely, but Iris was interested in what was hidden beneath.

The twelve-mile, four-level catacombs were one of the most important cemeteries in Rome. A place where martyrs and Popes were buried alongside early Christians who had been burying their dead since ancient Roman times. It's not exactly where one was expected to find a book unless you were a wizard.

After the Goths sacked Rome, the Pope, around the ninth century, ordered all the relics removed from all holy places. With no more pilgrims, the necropolis was forgotten, and after several landslides, its very existence was lost. However, a man named Antonio Bosio discovered them again during the time of the Roman Inquisition.

Guidobaldo da Montefeltro was a promising researcher who had traveled the world with his master and made his home with his lovely wife, Tomasia. Like his master before him, he loved ancient stories and the languages written in them. But he was also a lover of books. What his wife didn't know, and how Iris became acquainted with him, was that he was also a wizard.

Unlike many in the magical community, he happily lived in both worlds, having friends and colleagues. He had even been introduced to Nicolaus Copernicus, the great astronomer as a young man, where he obtained a copy of both'De hypothesibus motuum coelestium commentariolus' (Brief Commentary on the Hypotheses of Heavenly Movements)and his book 'De revolutionibus orbium coelestium' (On the Revolutions of the Heavenly Spheres).

He owned those works, among many others, which could be found in the Index Librorum Prohibitorum or the Index of Forbidden Books. But Guidobaldo was an old man by then and had no desire to upend his life or his wife fighting the Inquisition. Ultimately, he happily answered some questions and gave whatever documents the Cardinals demanded. Thankfully, with his long history of making friends, he was found innocent of heresy and got on with his life.

But Guidobaldo was a wizard; the confiscated documents and books were fakes, magical copies with a charm that the non-magical would eventually forget about. The originals, along with most of his life's work, were placed in numerous magical containers and hidden by his granddaughter in the Catacombs of St. Callixtus, which had just been rediscovered.

The granddaughter, a promising ward master in her own right, had studied under her grandfather, learning ancient ward schemes that had gone out of favor since Roman times. Plans were made to retrieve all the works once the political climate changed. However, Guidobaldo died several years later, and his granddaughter was a victim of the Great Plague of Milan. But the treasure wasn't totally forgotten.

For hundreds of years after the great researcher's death, the horde's contents had grown with each telling of the surviving family members. From mounds of gold to powerful and ancient magical artifacts, who knows what else lay hidden? Of course, they were just fun stories; no one in the family believed such a hoard still existed.

Domenico Cellini did the many great-grandsons who, unlike his siblings, became obsessed after hearing the stories from his grandmother. Soon, it became his life's work, and much like Guidobaldo collecting old documents, most of what he did was to find that treasure.

The location of the treasure had always been hotly debated. After looking through many old family documents, Domenico concluded that the treasure had to be hidden in Rome. Guidobaldo's family home had long disappeared, but he didn't believe it was hidden behind ancient wards. No, the stories told of it being deep underground. However, after causing an incident in the Papal tombs and almost breaking the Stature of Secrecy, he reluctantly approached the goblins.

They turned him away, not interested in some fantasy treasure that might or might not exist in Italy, of all places. Domenico then turned to the Italian Ministry of Magic; after hearing the names of his ancestors, especially Lavinia, the granddaughter whose ward schemes protect the Ministry today, they offered their help. It was then Iris became part of Guidobaldo's Great Treasure story.

The ICW approached Iris, who was living in Spain at the time, learning rituals under Dame Camila Isabella Peñashe. The goblins had no issues with her joining the team; her skills were well-known, and she had collaborated with them for years. Even the Unspeakables wanted her aboard, well aware of Guidobaldo's history as a researcher.

Instead of Domenico doing it all by himself while trying to make Ends Meet, a team of researchers scoured the five hundred-year documents. The group also had access to information about which he had no knowledge, such as Muggle tax and census documents. Even the Church, or at least those aware of the magical world, became involved after the incident in the Papal Tombs, opening its books to the researchers.

After a thorough look under Old St. Peter's Basilica, just in case, it was concluded that Guidobaldo's treasure was hidden in the Catacombs of St. Callixtus. However, it was a rather massive place, and truthfully, even with the Church's permission, they couldn't close the holy place down to search it with such a large team. It was here that Iris proved her worth. As known only to a few, she could talk to the spirits that haunted the necropolis.

Still, it took time, most of a summer, for Iris and her group to make their way down to the hidden location on the fourth floor, sixty meters down. To those with the ability to see, Lavinia's wards were impressive. However, they were known to the Italian Ministry of Magic and eventually, with great care, were brought down.

The goblins were disappointed at what they found. However, it was not the first time a tomb had been found without gold, only to be filled with relics that would eventually be sold to the highest bidder. They were still paid handsomely for the the magical and mundane world, however, it was a treasure trove of works that hadn't seen the light of day for centuries. Its discovery made news in both worlds and was considered as important as King Tut's Tomb in some circles.

Iris followed the group of tourists inside the necropolis, acknowledging with a nod to the spirits that wandered around outside. After they stopped at one of the closet sarcophagi of an ancient Church leader, she disappeared under the cloak.

Apparition underground was out of the question, so the Mistress of Death continued deep into the catacombs. And she wasn't alone. The dead began to follow, those who were lost and wished peace. She didn't remember it happening last time. Or perhaps she was more in tune with this new side of hers obviously; traveling through the underworld had left some sort of mark. And so, she granted peace to those who wished for it.

Guidobaldo's secret chamber was where she expected it, guarded by his granddaughter's wards. Iris had the ability to tear them down; they weren't precisely war wards but more used to hiding the chamber's location. Still, a robber would be in for a rude awakening if they simply tried to bash their way inside.

"Lavinia, daughter of Nicolosia, granddaughter of Guidobaldo, come forth," Iris called out in the darkness.

Immediately, a shade appeared, "Yes, mistress. Oh, I see you found it."

Iris smiled softly at the shade, "Don't worry; your grandfather's legacy will be in good hands."

"I know, mistress," the ancient witch gazed fondly at some of her first work.

With the wards down and Lavinia, who had been wandering the earth due to the guilt of her grandfather's legacy being forgotten, set to the afterlife, Iris began to search for what she came here for in the first place.