The Death Knights

by ZombiePinUp

The war is over. Voldemort did his best to crush Harry Potter. Instead, he ended up creating enemies at a level of dangerous none could ever hope to match. Harry, now the Master of Death along with his Death Knights, rule the world. However, they soon find the chance to go back and right the wrongs of the past! See them take on the Magical World and leave it burning at their feet.

15. Chapter 15

I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF ITS ORIGINAL CHARACTERS, ONLY MY OCS AND THE SITUATIONS I PUT THEM IN. WARNING: There will be cussing, lemons, and violence. (Also, someone said I should put please don't steal. Didn't think I needed to, but ok. Please don't steal my stories.)

Some characters may seem OOC at some points at different times in the story, but I hope I explain that in the story when the time comes. Some things happen pretty fast at first (like certain relationships or legal stuff), but again I try to explain it. Some people may go back and forth at times, but I'll explain it! You get the idea. Spelling and grammar errors, I recheck constantly, so sorry if some slip by. Some character bashing in the beginning and for a little while, but that doesn't mean it will last the whole story. I don't hate certain characters though it may seem like that at times. THIS IS A WARNING. Though I will put a warning at the beginning needed. I do not condone all of these things, but my mind can be really fucked up, I apologize now. So, I am mixing both movie and book but I'm mainly following the movie. Though I will try to make a good blend between the two. Big thank you to everyone who reviewed, followed, and/or favorited. You guys rock! I want to give a big thank you to everyone who gave me and the kittens well wishes. There were so many of you and it really touched me. So thank you again, each and every one of you. At some point I'll list all of you, but that will be later, possibly at the end of the story. On a separate note, how do you guys feel about the de-aging thing? I was re-reading some of my other stories that I'm still working on and realized in a good amount de-aging is a running theme. I think it's because of when the stories came out and the mindset I want my ocs in, yet if they are romantically involved with certain people, I usually feel weird. Though in some I explain the age difference while leaving it. In others I age up other people. Then there are a bunch who stopped aging before and so on. I like it, just because I think it's crazy but useful, but I was just wondering on your thoughts. This is a light warning to look out for de-aging and so on in the future and if that annoys it you, I apologize. Again, this was just a random thought I'm throwing out there. (Also, kittens found homes. I am keeping the one we found in our ceiling that did not fade. He has to have an eye removed but he is very happy and sassy. Thank you again). Lastly, posting this kinda sleep deprived so once again, ignore grammar issues. Just wanted to get this out then I'll re-go over everything. No matter how many times I proof read, there seems to be more that slip by. Oh, has anyone seen the last Wolfman movie? I think it was the last. Well, there's a scene where he transforms in front of a bunch of a-holes running an old time asylum. Look it up, really good scene. That is what I pictured for Vivian's change, but looking like Remus' wolf at the end. Just because I picture hers to be even more violent. Enjoy.

Chapter 15: When You Give a Weasley Twin a Mystery. (Part 2)

Crookshanks cleaned himself languidly from his spot on the mate of his mistress' bed.

Hermione had been sure to pick him up as soon as possible.

She wasn't waiting another year to get the ginger beast of a cat, that was for sure.

What no one considered was a cat's ability. No one but Luna, at least. Magical and mundane cats alike, though some may argue that all cats were magical.

Crookshanks remembered all of his past lives.

He knew about his previous time with his young mistress.

The half-kneezle even remembered a life, not so long ago, where a rambunctious and talented tiny wizard chased him around the house on a tiny training broom. A man with crazy black hair chased the child as a red headed woman chided two amused dog men. There was also a shady rat man who Crookshanks just knew was trouble.

He gave rats a bad name.

A lifetime ago, yet at the same time not.

So, Crookshanks had been very pleased when his little humans had come to pick him up.

They even had the dog men with them this time.

No rat man this time, thankfully.

Though he would miss the times he'd drive that ginger boy crazy.

It was amusing to the feline to say the least.

Now, Crookshanks was not only reunited with his humans, or hoomans as he called them, but also his friends.

Even his new friend, Icarus. Though a bit shy and withdrawn at first, the handsome eagle owl was coming out of his shell. Despite him not speaking too much Icarus had a very calming, wise aura to him.

'You should have seen his face! He's never been so happy' Trevor the toad was going on about his owner.

Hedwig and Crookshanks shared a lazy amused look as Pig zoomed around the room in unending circles.

Icarus gave a small, deep chuckle that ruffled his dark feathers.

Hedwig had half a mind to stick a wing out like a beaters bat for the little owl to smack himself into. To Crookshanks' slight disappointment, the beautiful lady owl refrained.

'Though I can still hear that big snake' Trevor went on. 'Not totally sure what she's saying mind you' he went on oblivious to the few eye rolls. 'Must be the accent' Trevor croaked getting agreement from Pig.

Hedwig lightly cooed cutting off Crookshanks' snicker.

'Neville said they were going to visit her soon' Trevor added.

Pig happily jumped in. 'But my Ron said none of them could yet because, um-' he tried to remember the word.

'Variables' Hedwig helpfully supplied.

'Idiots' was Crookshanks' easy correction.

'Yeah' Pig went on. 'Even with that cloak, there's too many idiots watching' he finished.

The tiny owl continued to flutter in place. Hedwig wondered if Pig had some hummingbird in his genes. That was the only way she could explain that odd, dizzying yet impressive hover.

'Maybe we should help somehow?' Trevor posed.

'How do you suggest we do that?" Crookshanks gave an almighty stretch. His purring, sophisticated voice rolled over them. Sharp claws extended out of his big ginger paws as his yellow eyes locked with Trevor's.

Icarus was looking at Trevor seriously. 'I have an idea' his deep eloquent, soothing voice rolled over capturing the whole group's attention. 'And we need our amphibian friend here' he cooed.

Crookshanks' fuzzy head tilted with whiskers bouncing. Pig looked confused but didn't question the other owl.

Hedwig was intrigued.

Trevor blinked, suddenly feeling as if he may not like whatever this plan had instore for him.

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Harry rolled his eyes boredly as he was forced to follow Lockhart. The man had insisted that Harry help his 'mentor' sign autographs. How Lockhart thought he was Harry's mentor, no one would ever know. 'Practice makes perfect in case you're ever as big as me' Lockhart had winked at the Boy-Who-Lived.

As of yet, no one had a real excuse to give Harry detentions.

Snape seemed too distracted to even bother with Harry lately.

Umbridge didn't have the power to give anyone detentions. Though she was hoping to change that. Despite her lack of finding anything to report back to Malfoy and Fudge, she was hoping the Slytherins would open up about something that would give her power over Dumbledore.

Harry sighed at having to help Lockhart again. 'Even without the Chamber opening' he thought with an almost pout.

Lockhart had somehow gotten it into his head that Potter and the other students needed to see him in 'action'. That led to him stealing Flitwick's idea about bringing back the dueling club.

Harry had to wonder if one of his friends had compelled Lockhart into the idea.

Honestly, he wouldn't put it past Ron. No doubt the red head wanted to see Snape blast Lockhart again.

'Almost wish I did open the Chamber' Harry thought not meaning it. 'Get some choice players out while making the staff run like beheaded chickens'.

He knew it was a bad idea. However, there wasn't any real harm in daydreaming.

"When you become my status of famous, one must always have an autograph on hand" Lockhart was prattling on with a phony chuckle. "Even when you steal that fame, like me" a clueless Lockhart went on.

He didn't see Harry's small smirk.

Gilderoy did note that the group of young Hufflepuff girls, who he was about to give some pre-signed photos to, all but ran from him without collecting the memorabilia.

Due to his inability to hear his own confessions, Lockhart was beyond confused.

As Lockhart and Harry rounded a corner, the blonde professor suddenly lost all color in his face.

The reason soon became clear when a sugary sweet "Hmm Hmm" cough hit Harry's ear like nails to a chalkboard.

The green-eyed boy was able to stomp down the violent snarl that attempted to rip itself from his throat.

Umbridge just missed the sneer Harry was able to suppress.

Dolores sent a superior look at Potter before fluttering her thin, painted lashes at Lockhart.

"Professor Lockhart, I've been looking for you" she said almost breathlessly.

Harry managed to hold in a shiver along with his breakfast.

He had only heard her sound like that when speaking to or about Minister Fudge.

And once when he was carving words with the blood quill.

Those implications were disturbing even for the Master of Death.

Lockhart was having a hard time keeping his smile charming.

It looked as if he was having serious issues with keeping down whatever he had for breakfast. "Oh, Madam Umbridge" Gilderoy got ahold of himself. "Unfortunately, though I'd love to sit down and chat, I have been too preoccupied with molding young minds" he yanked Harry in front of him like a human shield.

Harry sent Umbridge a grin.

Something about it irked her. It was just on the edge of taunting.

Dolores was already of an ill opinion of the boy.

He was a half-blood. Son of a muggle-born.

Fudge wanted to be sure Albus wasn't trying to poison the Boy-Who-Lived against the minister.

Fudge wanted Dolores to endear herself to Potter.

Not something Umbridge was looking forward to in the slightest. She would comply though, in order to gain Fudge's praise. Of course, such actions would also bring her closer to Lucius Malfoy. Being so close to the Gilderoy Lockhart was a major boon for Dolores.

In fact, one of her most prized possessions was a shirtless photograph of the handsome blonde celebrity.

She was determined to get a personalized autograph to go with it.

"You wouldn't happen to be avoiding me, would you?" she posed.

There was an attempted seductive purr in her voice. However, the pitch hinted towards unpleasant repercussions if he answered incorrectly caused Lockhart's face to take on an ashen tone.

"N-no Umbridge, I mean Dolores" Gilderoy attempted to beguile. "Even with my heavy schedule, I would hate for you to think poorly of me" he went on. "I'm sure my room is a mess, as is all genius' quarters, unbecoming of a woman of your stature" Lockhart got out with barely a curl of the upper lip.

'He's one sly prat, I'll give him that' Harry thought. He wondered just how Lockhart had all that shoved up his arse if he could pull such flowery words out when needed. Lockhart was a slimeball to be sure, but impressive in at the very least his ability to bullshit.

Harry continued looking back and forth between the adults.

Both ignored him presently. Even with Lockhart's fingers digging into Harry's shoulders.

"Young Harry here has asked for my assistance" came the sugary sweet lie from between Lockhart's perfect white teeth.

Harry wondered how Lockhart had gotten around Ron's jinx. 'Maybe he really believes that? He's more of a nutter than I thought' Harry told himself.

Umbridge frowned as her gaze now locked on Harry. "Is that so Mr. Potter?" came the fake cordial question.

Harry gave a bright grin. "Oh, I don't mind waiting if you need the professor, Madam Umbridge" he offered.

Gilderoy looked as if he needed Poppy's assistance.

Umbridge actually smiled with beady little eyes lighting up with joy.

Feeling her gaze, Lockhart quickly schooled his expression.

"In that case, why don't we continue this discussion in your office?" With another prim cough, Umbridge moved her clipboard and looked at Lockhart expectedly. She expected him to lead her by the arm.

Gilderoy swallowed thickly while wiping his suddenly sweaty palms on the back of a grossed-out Harry's robes.

"Are you sure Potter?" Gilderoy tried again. "I know you really needed assistance".

Harry smirk was like the kneezle that caught the fwooper.

"It's alright" Harry waved off. "I wouldn't dream of interrupting Madam Undersectary's important work" he laid on thickly.

Umbridge couldn't help but puff up slightly at that.

Harry gave a cheeky finger wave towards Lockhart.

The blonde was too busy to return it as he was dragged away by Umbridge.

Harry turned before catching a certain sight before him.

A certain Hufflepuff.

"Hiya Harry" a beaming Cedric greeted him happily as Harry took up walking next to the older boy.

"Hello Cedric, how is everything?" Harry asked, hands in his pockets.

"Great" Cedric looked away dreamily before blushing, coming back to himself.

"Ah, so did you ask out Cho yet" Harry teased getting a heavier blush from the extremely good-looking boy next to him.

"I did" Cedric blushed with a chuckle. "You were right about the flowers, by the way" he mentioned with a good looking, happy go lucky grin.

Harry shrugged good naturedly. "My talents are wide" he joked as the two continued down towards the courtyard. "Are you two going to go to Hogsmeade this weekend?" he asked with a small plan in mind.

"Yeah" Cedric nodded, bag strap high on his shoulder. "Though I'm a bit worried about going to Madam Puddifoot's" Cedric admitted.

"Too public for a first date?" Harry questioned.

"Too pink" Cedric got a laugh from the green-eyed boy.

Cedric didn't know why he seemed so comfortable with talking to Harry.

It wasn't as if he exactly knew the younger lad.

Yet, the few times him and Potter crossed paths had such an easy air between the two.

Cedric had never been opposed to making friends. From any houses and backgrounds. It was one of the reasons he was so popular.

Everyone liked Cedric. It was a common belief that if someone didn't like Cedric Diggory, then there was definitely something wrong with them.

Harry did like Cedric. Truly, even when the boy was his 'competitor' for Cho's heart. Cedric's death had hit him extremely hard. Even now, after everything he had seen and done, Harry found nightmares of the older boy's death haunt his dreams.

Sometimes, he even had dreams of Cedric surviving but turning evil. As if he blamed Harry for ever coming across Voldemort.

As if Harry was the one to blame for the young Hufflepuff's early death.

Hermione told him that no such thing would ever happen. That Cedric definitely didn't blame Harry. Especially since Harry made sure to get his body back to his parents for a proper burial.

Still, nightmares were not new to Harry.

He doubted he'd ever truly be free of them.

'But I can make sure it doesn't happen for real this time' Harry told himself. Though Harry did plan on using his friendship with Cedric to his benefit, that didn't lesson his genuine want for friendship.

Nor did it lesson his want of keeping the other boy out of direct danger.

'An advisor or representative, not a soldier' Harry told himself.

"Are you alright Potter?" Cedric asked. Seeing Harry seem to be lost in an unpleasant thought, Cedric tried again. "Harry?" he asked, hand on the boy's shoulder. Harry gave a small jerk coming back to himself.

Though surprised at the flinch like movement, Cedric didn't judge him.

"Sorry, lost in thought" Harry tried to grin. "Anyway" he got back on track and thankfully Cedric didn't push. "Hermione and I are meeting her parents at Hogsmeade with my uncles this weekend" Harry got back on point. "We're meeting at the Three Broomsticks, might move on to the Green Leaf. You're free to join us if you'd like" Harry told them. "You could start off with us then move on to a more private date".

Cedric looked at Harry surprised before another half grin cracked his expression.

"Potter, your dating knowledge seems to keep catching me by surprise. I was clueless when I was your age" he admitted. "Was all of this thanks to Granger as well?" he wondered.

"That was actually Vivian's advice. She helped a very confused, blind young man to see what he really wanted" Harry smiled at the hidden meaning. "And after sorting out Ron, she helped me too" he joked.

Cedric joined in his humor as the two finally reached the Great Hall. Seeing the older Puffs signaling Cedric, Harry paused giving them a small extra moment of privacy.

"Anyway, if you feel up to it, feel free to seek us out this weekend" Harry added. "After all, Dumbledore's always talking about Hogwarts unity. No reason the Puffs and Lions can't get along" he smiled.

Cedric returned it. "I'm surprised Potter" he admitted. "I didn't think you went outside of your group often" he mentioned. "What's made you branch out? No more of those first-year nerves?"

"World domination, remember" Harry made Cedric laugh. Harry then added on. "Besides, I now have a sister who is a Snake and another who's a Claw" Harry made a good point. "It only makes sense that I'd befriend a Puff, and why not start with you" Harry pretended to look Cedric over. "You look the good sort" he teased. "Though, maybe a bit too cute".

Cedric actually blushed at that before shaking his head with a laugh.

"I'll try to work on that" Cedric's humor shined through. "Until then, see you Potter" he bid the shorter boy goodbye before making his way over to his cheerful crew.

Harry too made his way over to his group, who had chosen to sit at the Gryffindor table for lunch.

"Looks like Lockhart's missing in action again" Ron said in way of greeting.

"He's got an appointment with a toad" Harry hinted.

"Hopefully not Trevor" Neville joked. "Don't know where he's gone off too" he mentioned under his breath. He was worried, but not too much. His pet had a knack for disappearing. No matter what, the happy toad always found its way back to Neville. Never worse for wear, thankfully.

"I haven't seen Crookshanks either" Hermione noticed, putting her book of Psychology over Psychics down.

Despite an empty eye roll, Ron didn't comment. Even now, he and the ginger cat were friendamies, if anything.

Then, a thought hit him. "Pig's missing too" he realized.

Vivian's brows scrunched as she looked at Harry. "Is-?" she left it hanging.

"No idea" Harry admitted. "Though, she didn't deliver any post this morning" Harry chewed on some chips. "I assumed Remus and Sirius just hadn't written today" he added.

"I haven't seen Icarus either, and he usually enjoys sleeping at my window" Vivian bit her bottom lip. "Do you think something has happened?" she wondered.

A different voice answered her. "I saw your owl Viv" came Lee.

Seeing he had their attention, he continued. "He was flying back and forth with some kind of ribbons" he explained.

"Back and forth from where?" Vivian asked, confused.

Lee chuckled looking beyond amused. "Actually, he was going to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom" he confessed. "Maybe he's made a friend" came the lighthearted suggestion. "Maybe he took her the ribbons" was added.

Now the group was confused.

Just what was Vivian's owl planning? Where the other animals with him?

"They aren't in danger" Luna said in that serene knowing tone. It was a tone the group knew not to fight anymore. Even Hermione had come to trust Luna's feelings.

Hermione wasn't a big fan of psychics, like Trelawney, yet she considered the woman an almost fake. A prophet rather than a true mystic. However, Hermione was sure Luna was as close to a psychic as one could be. And she totally believed her.

"Then what are they doing?" she asked her blonde friend.

Seeing the twins and Lee's attention still on them, Luna simply gave a smile. "I think we'll find out soon enough" was all said.

From the corner of her eye, Vivian could see Fred and George share a look. They tried to subtly lean closer as Lee pretended not to be listening. The twins weren't as subtle as they believed. At least, not when a werewolf was watching them.

As Fred leaned a bit closer, Vivian decided to have some fun. Waiting until Fred was just an inch too close, she turned and faked a sneeze, right on the ginger while slyly dipping her fingers in pumpkin juice and flicking at the same time.

Fred's completion took on an impressive Slytherin green.

Ron was dying due to lack of oxygen. George and Harry weren't much better.

Lee tried to smother a laugh as further down, Percy and Oliver along with others couldn't help but laugh. Angelina was one of the loudest.

"Vivian" Hermione whined. Fake or not the idea was just nasty.

Luna was grinning while Neville couldn't help comment "At least it wasn't me this time".

That brought on more laughter.

Ron and Harry were red in the face.

Vivian looked contrite, though the green eyes reflected humor and mischief.

Fred, George and Lee knew that look too well.

"Please tell me that's pumpkin juice rather than Vivian booges" Fred begged. He was wiping his face with George's help. Though his twin was more like play patting. Seeing Katie, Angelina and Alicia smiling over, Fred let out a sigh.

Luckily, he could take a joke.

Vivian gave an exaggerated gasp. "Are you comparing my feminine, barely-there sneeze" she went on. "To a troll!" she ended seeming offended.

Harry cut in then, "I believe this is my area of expertise" he began to boast before the wording caught up to him. "Wait, never mind" he told the amused table. "I don't want to be the one who people go to in order to identify snot" he decided.

"Ah" Ron bemoaned. "But you're so good at it" he teased. "There's probably still some of that troll snot on the end of your wand" he added making Hermione burst into laughter.

Harry sent them a flat look. "I had only known magic for a week" Harry put in as an excuse. "It was all I could think to do".

"And I appreciate both of you for it" Hermione added fondly.

"Hey" Neville's hand went to the raven-head's shoulder. "It could be worse" he assured.

"How?" Harry didn't believe it.

Luna chirped "You could be the dung expert".

Harry was not as amused as the others.

Vivian wasn't done. "Excuse me, but can we forget my best mate's and boyfriend's shared fondness of mucus" Ron and Harry both flicked some peas at her. "Fred Gideon Weasley, you owe my nostrils an apology" she fought her whole being to fight off a smile.

A smirk still barely cracked through.

Fred played his part beautifully.

With an attention-grabbing clearing of the throat, Fred stood up at his full height. "Miss Vivian Lupin" he called out proudly. "I offer my deepest apologies for offending your nose and the goo that may or may not release from it" he gave a deep bow. "Accept my deepest apology" he sloppily kissed her hand.

"Good show lad" Nearly Headless Nick appeared giving his approval.

Vivian looked thoughtful before nodding. "I suppose that is acceptable" she finally admitted.

Ron tried not to laugh, sending a look at Fred trying to communicate with his eyes.

Seeming to catch the hint, Fred suddenly sprang. He began tickling a now squealing Vivian mercilessly. With Ron on her other side, she had no way of escaping.

Though, when she did manage to catch one of his hands, Fred found it impossible to get out of her grip.

To his surprise, slim Vivian was much stronger than she appeared. 'Stronger than me' he noted.

That reminded him of his conversation with George and Lee.

Was Vivian, his little brother's girlfriend, really a werewolf? It was just too interesting to ignore.

Finding out someone you knew was a real werewolf was insane. Insane and beyond exciting.

Not that they planned on doing anything with the information, but just knowing would be enough for the three boys.

With a quick movement, Vivian turned the tables on Fred. He was on the floor laughing so hard he almost couldn't breathe.

"I don't think he can take much more Viv" Ron commented, arm going around her waist. "Besides, if you should tickle anyone, it's me" came the slight possession.

Vivian smirked at her husband, a brow wiggle bringing a blush to his freckled cheeks.

George was able to help Fred up, though he rolled his eyes smiling at his almost rag doll like twin. "Gee, thanks Vivian. Now how am I supposed to explain this to mum" he asked.

Ginny was giggling next to Luna. She didn't want the twins to notice however, seeing as she still had to get her full bearings of life at Hogwarts. She was so impressed at how easily Luna seemed to adjust.

"I guess you'll have to brush up on acting. Now you'll be Fred and George" Lee joked.

Vivian and Ron shared a look that had hidden sadness.

She squeezed his hand as if reminding him that Fred's demise had not happened, would not happen. George would never be without his twin.

Molly Weasley would never accidentally call a heartbroken George by Fred's name without the boy himself being able to answer in return.

Something that still haunted Ron to this day.

"Maybe now I'll get some peace and quiet" Percy said lightly to his friends and Penelope. Penelope and Percy shared a look, blushes being pushed down as they continued sharing class notes.

Ron watched wondering if they had been this obvious before.

'Though I was blind for longer than possible' he thought sending a look at his wife. Though Ron knew Penelope and Percy ended their relationship on good terms, it was interesting to see his brother in the beginnings of a secret relationship.

He could only assume Percy kept it secret because of the twins.

Ron made a mental note to make more time for Percy. Though he had already been spending more time with his older brother than before. Still, Ron wanted Percy to know he could open up to Ron.

To confide in him.

Ron thought often that Percy was so eager to leave the family, though he eventually returned, because he felt so alone in their family.

So overshadowed.

Like Ron.

"Oh Percy" George began before Ron interrupted him.

"Don't worry Perc" he used the old nickname. "Once you're in the Ministry, you can make boobytraps for these two any time they drop by for lunch" he joked.

Percy looked like that suggestion pleased him as Penelope gave a quiet chuckle.

As the twins continued their antics, though they had spared Percy from any annoyance for now, Harry looked up at the high table.

He had felt eyes on him. He was right. Albus was looking right at him.

The older man looked as one who had a particularly interesting puzzle before them. A puzzle they were determined to solve.

Albus was scrutinizing Harry with an intensity the headmaster hadn't gained until fourth year.

When Harry's name came out of the cup.

Harry didn't like the look.

It reminded him that Albus was always watching. Always adding an extra wrinkle to Harry's plans. Making it so Harry had to plan around his former mentor in order to do what needed to be done.

He was hindering Harry, that was what it was.

Because of Albus, Harry hadn't felt confident enough to sneak into the Chamber.

Harry had utmost belief in his and his knights' abilities.

Yet, he knew more than most to never underestimate Albus Dumbledore.

It never ended well when someone did.

So, Harry had to bide his time.

Last time he went to leave the castle, Dumbledore himself was patrolling the halls.

That made Harry wonder. What were the extension of the devices tide to him in Dumbledore's office? He was sure he had at least broken a few, yet Harry had never been sure about the extent of Albus' watchful eye, his control over Harry's life.

Every time Harry thought he had learned it all, more information revealed itself.

Some things he was still trying to figure out.

Albus Dumbledore was a complicated man. Even to the boy he came to consider like a grandson.

The boy he set up to die.

The why though was what constantly played on Harry's mind.

It had since he was fifteen.

Harry Potter could never find a definite answer. Only maybes and possibles. None which gave any rest to his mind or heart.

Harry looked away. He wasn't worried about his mind much. He knew Albus' ability, but Harry had gotten much better at mind magic. He was an expert now. However, it was just looking at Albus that affected Harry.

He had once revered the man. Thought Albus was a hero, his own personal hero.

Too many unanswered questions cracked Harry's rose-colored glasses.

Hermione suddenly took his hand on the table. Harry realized he had been lost in thought again. Something that he seemed to be falling more and more in as of late. 'I'm restless. I need to get out. Do more rather than staying here, not getting anything done' he told himself.

Seeing Neville show a sap plant to Luna, Harry got an idea.

He needed a distraction. Of course, he wasn't going to listen to the darker sarcastic side of him that reminded how frantic Albus was when the Chamber was open.

Despite the possible usage such terror could bring him, the group had discussed the repercussions outweighing any help the Chamber could bring them.

At least at this time.

No, Harry needed a distraction that seemed innocent. Something that could be passed off if it somehow came back to him.

He had already been going through possible prank ideas.

Harry wanted to have fun, yet he had come to a stilting realization. Spending his whole life battling evils had left him with little imagination when it came as in way of pranks.

Yet, now looking at Neville's plant, something began to form.

Something worthy of a Marauder.

'And who better to help than the originals' he thought of Sirius and Remus. Harry then looked at Fred and George. He was sure that if he could set a prank up, he could even get the twins and Lee to play a part. They may even think it was their idea.

He was sure they'd be beyond overjoyed to officially take over the Marauder namesake.

They had already been on that path. Why not have Padfoot and Moony officially take them on?

Harry began to smile, fingers playing with Hermione's palm as his tan, work roughened hands danced over hers.

Ron looked over catching snippets of Harry's plans.

Just then, angry voices could be heard from the hall in front of the Great doors.

"I have never been so insulted!" the voice of Umbridge could be heard. "Not only do you insult my appearance, but my lineage as well" she continued shouting.

The Hall quieted as everyone wanted to know what was going on.

Even the teaching staff was curious. Minerva went to stand, but Albus' hand on her arm kept her still. Severus shared looks between Sprout and Flitwick as Charity was calmed by the soft speaking potions master.

"I promise you, I do not know what you're talking about" came the voice of a bemoaning Lockhart. "I was just explaining the importance of the truth when suddenly-" he was cut off.

Trelawny pulled some unknown bottle from her robes and chugged a few gulps.

"So, your speech of honesty led you to declare me 'ugly as sin'!" Umbridge screeched.

Now, some muffled laughter and giggles could be heard rising around the room.

"No, I would never say that" Lockhart tried before unintentionally adding, "To your face".

Umbridge screamed and Lockhart gave a yelp.

Many wished they could see what was happening.

Some of Lockhart's fangirls looked ready to rush out and defend their hero. They were afraid of Umbridge cursing Gilderoy and his perfect hair.

"I didn't mean to offend you" Lockhart tried again. "In fact, your face is quite beautiful" came the lie. "When compared to your personality".

Some obvious spellwork was lighting up the hall before the doors burst completely open.

The laughter hushed.

Lockhart came running in, holding his smoldering behind. Umbridge stormed after him.

Hand in wand and practically vibrating.

Harry Potter watched with great interest. The idea of two disgusting examples of humans wiping each other out, without him even having to do much, was more than entertaining.

Hermione peeked over her book, brown eyes like glowing embers as she watched in glee.

Ron's arm was around Vivian as both waited for their food. Still, a meal with a show was pretty nice.

Especially seeing Lockhart's shorts ablaze. Ron had to wonder if the other man's shorts were always so yellow, or if that was a result of his confrontation with Umbridge.

Vivian's nose crinkled as unpleasant smells hit her. She didn't dare try to figure them out. Instead, she pulled out a small bar of chocolate and concentrated on the flavor. Something Remus had taught her long ago in order to control her senses.

Neville didn't care too much about what was happening. He had another one of his plants on the table next to his empty plate. He was smiling as a happy Luna placed muggle stickers of stars and animals all over the pot.

Fred and George looked like they might pass out from exactment.

Harry wondered if he could work a muggle video camera for the boys in order to help them relive moments like this that were sure to follow in the coming months.

'I'm sure Hermione would enjoy the returned challenge of mixing muggle technology with magic. Even she's gotten bored repeating schoolwork' Harry thought. Between all of them, they had made many inventions involving muggle devices working with magic. Though, with everything else going on they hadn't been able to totally perfect it.

Perhaps now was the time.

Before Harry could get too lost in his thoughts, the adults once more captured his attention.

Umbridge shocked everyone watching, even half the Slytherins. She had been so lost in her righteous anger that she forgot where she was. Who was watching.

"Cruc-" Umbridge began. The curse that everyone could recognize. However, before she could curse the shaking Lockhart, her wand went flying out of her hand.

The extra short piece of wood landed in Albus' awaiting grasp.

He was looking at the woman gravely.

There was no more humor around the room.

Once one of the Unforgivables were brought up, things got serious very quickly.

"How dare-" Umbridge began before Albus' commanding voice roared over the whole room. Dolores actually shook in her pink pumps as Dumbledore's sheer power seemed to radiate off of him in waves.

"How dare you" came the angry correction. "How dare you not only use such a disgusting curse" Albus spat, storming down from his seat with Minerva and Severus a step behind on either side. "But in the presence of my students no less" Albus' blue eyes were ablaze.

Umbridge tried to stand her full height, but it just wasn't measuring up.

Especially since he was gripping her wand so hard it was a wonder it didn't snap under the strength that hid under his grasp.

"I will be speaking to Cornelius about this immediately. Expect to leave my school affective immediately" he went on.

Harry had no problem with that. However, he wondered if it was true. If Fudge didn't listen to Dumbledore about the dementors being here, then why would he listen about his appalling undersecretary?

The man was willfully blind. Not a Death Eater, but definitely ok with them running around as long as he was alright.

Fudge was a coward. He called himself a peace time minister, but Harry knew the truth. He wondered if he'd end up killing the man again this time. 'Though, that was an accident' he thought back.

'I doubt Fudge would care about her detention methods either' he thought.

Ron had told him of recently overhearing Minerva ranting to Sprout about Umbridge trying to ump her power. She wanted to give detentions.

Harry almost wished she would try such tactics on him again.

He wanted to see Hermione catch her. He held in a pleasurable shiver at the thought.

"I am the unders-" Umbridge began, bust swelling with undeserved pride and self-importance.

Again, Harry couldn't help but liken her to a toad about to let out a huge ribbit.

Then he thought of Trevor and realized such a comparison was an insult to toads.

"You will be nothing when I am done with you" Albus actually snarled. "If you avoid termination within the ministry, it would be kind compared to any possible time in Azkaban".

Umbridge began sputtering as Lockhart all but hid under the teachers' table.

Harry rolled his eyes and continued watching.

Umbridge didn't get a chance to speak anymore. Using the woman's own wand against her, which was a huge insult, Albus silenced and bound her before marching out of the hall with his Vice Headmistress in tow.

Severus looked around, making eye contact with a few other teachers.

Sprout helped Lockhart up as Poppy led him to the hospital wing.

Many of the professors had to leave, the thought of lunch leaving them as they now had much more to do.

As Snape walked out, the tables filled with food. However, the students were slow to eat.

Even Ronald.

Even Crabbe and Goyle!

Vivian's eyes strayed to the empty seat which usually had Hagrid. However, since meeting Umbridge, Albus had insisted Hagrid go on vacation.

Due to the hushed whispers between the half-giant and Albus, especially with Hagrid's not so great whispering abilities, Vivian was able to deduce that he was going looking for a lost half-brother of his.

She had to wonder of Hagrid meeting, and probably bringing back, Grawp so much sooner than the original timeline. 'That couldn't affect too much, could it?' she had to wonder. 'Why did it happen? Just because of Umbridge?'

The pretty young werewolf ignored her husband's brothers and their best friend who were doing a poor job of pretending not to watch her every move.

It didn't bother her too much seeing as she usually could tell when they were following her.

She slowly ate, digesting what she saw and if there was something she could do to…ensure Dolores met a fitting punishment.

True, Dolores had yet to attack any students. Technically, she hadn't sent any muggleborns to prison yet for no reason either.

However…that didn't mean she was innocent.

Umbridge had hurt many non-purebloods. And not just with her beyond bias law suggestions.

No, she had killed before though she made excuses.

And due to people being afraid to get on her bad side or rock the boat, she had gotten away with it.

'But…we're here now' Vivian had to think.

With that, the group discussed lighter subjects for the rest of lunch. This was their relaxing times to act like real children and it was grasped with both hands.

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Rita couldn't believe the story she was about to publish. She even had a real direct quote from Madam Bones to back her findings up.

She was still going off the contract she had with Potter. Though she did add her dramatic flair, so far, she hadn't tried to break the contract in any way.

Not even looking for a loophole.

Then again, if she had more stories like this coming her way then she thought she'd be set for at least till the end of the year. After that she'd worry about that pesky contract. Even if she at times felt tempted to go even bigger on the story.

'If they thought the last article about Black was a doozy, won't they be in for a surprise' she chortled to herself.

Rita made her way through the different halls of the ministry, bidding a slightly annoyed Bones goodbye.

Not that Skeeter noticed. Or cared.

Amelia was just glad that everything was finally about to be set right. Even if she knew that there would no doubt be opposition.

Amelia Bones only cared about what was right.

Sirius Black being framed for the Potters' murder was wrong. Allowing him to keep that blame in order to not make waves was beyond evil. Amelia refused to let such an injustice continue. No matter what happened or who came for her.

And she was sure someone would come for her. Fudge was already down her throat thanks to the last headline. Thankfully, there wasn't much he could do.

Voldemort still had followers out there, though. There was no way they had caught all of them. A part of her wondered over something Harry had said. Were there more innocent people at Azkaban?

Rita slowed her step to overhear a few snippets of conversations.

"The dementors refuse to do any work now" one portly wizard was complaining to another. "All those bloody prisoners about, and the blasted brutes won't approach even one" he went on.

"Maybe it has something to do with those-" the thin other man looked around as if for eavesdroppers. Rita covered her appearance by getting some of the tea from the magically pushed tea cart.

Not paying too much attention to the woman nibbling on some biscuits, the men continued.

Due to her angle, neither saw the telltale glasses on Rita. If they had, they would have lost their voices. "Those Death Knights" he continued in a whisper. "Do you think that Master chap did something to them?" he asked in worry.

"What could he do" the other countered, taking a bite of his sandwich. He chewed for a moment before continuing.

Rita was annoyed at how slow of an eater the man proved to be.

His friend patently waited, eating at his desk just a little across from his mate's.

"The Unspeakables could barely figure anything out about dementors" the chubby man continued. "You know that Smith, you heard what Diggle was going on about. He's not even an unspeakable, but he said he overheard about their project" he went on. "If our best couldn't find anything, how could this master" he almost scoffed at the end.

Even so, he gave a quick look over his shoulder. It was as if he was afraid the Master of Death would appear out of nowhere.

The men changed the subject making Rita bite back a curse.

'I'll have to come back later' she thought of her animagus form. Rita made a mental note of the two and their desks.

Just when Rita thought she should head back to the office, shouting caught her attention.

That and Bones ran past her, not noticing in her hurry, with a pink haired woman and tall black man running after her. They were headed to the shouts, which were coming from the minister's office.

This was too tempting for Rita. How was she expected to just walk away?

Going to a corner and making sure she wasn't watched, Rita turned into a beetle before quickly making her way to the commotion.

She made it inside right before the door closed.

Hiding on a large office plant, Rita was able to go unnoticed.

'Now here is a story!' Rita thought eating up the scene before her. Albus Dumbledore and Minister Fudge were shouting at one another along with Undersecretary Umbridge, who was restrained in a chair.

"What is going on here!?" the tall male auror shouted.

His deep boom did a good job of at least momentarily shutting up the others.

"Thank you Shacklebolt" Bones addressed as her eyes glared daggers at the room's occupants. Her own voice held a booming strength to it. Her short hair moved slightly as she looked at everyone severely. Her monocle was brought to attention thanks to her glare. The ice blue of her eyes almost burned all that they landed on.

"I am going to ask you one at a time to explain to me" she told the group seriously.

Bones was a fair woman. That was well known. That was part of the reason she was so respected.

It was also why Goyle's father called her a troublemaker claiming someone should put her in her place. That had proven to be a prediction as she had then been killed by Voldemort, despite the valiant struggle she had put up.

That had devastated Susan. It had been up to her to both avenge her aunt and carry on the Bones' legacy and name.

Everyone else had been murdered by Voldemort. That was then though. Right now, Bones was alive and on a warpath.

Bones was now more in Harry's focus. He had appreciated her before thanks to his trial.

Even if she seemed to think Harry Potter was hiding something. After their last discussion, he was just a little too mature.

Bones knew there was more to the story.

Right now though, Potter was pushed to the back of her mind. She had to deal with a fool of a minister, a know-it-all headmaster and Umbridge, the child of a demon.

At least, that was how Amelia saw them presently.

Albus was the first to speak, though Fudge did attempt some heated, garbled words. "Madam Bones, I would like to press charges on Dolores Umbridge for attempting to use an Unforgivable on one of my professors in front of the whole Great Hall".

Now that struck many of them dumb.

'Oh my Merlin!' Rita thought beyond excited.

The undersecretary tried to use an Unforgivable!?

'I'm going to be rich' she thought focusing back on the unhappy group.

"It's a lie!" Umbridge immediately denied.

"Are you calling Albus a liar, you little toad stool!" a worked-up Minerva shocked a few of them. Umbridge gasped, mouth agape as her offense showed.

"I'm sure it's a mistake. It has to be" Fudge all but whined. "I'm sure Dolores was just misheard" came the excuses. "She's there on my behalf" he went on before covering himself by adding. "Though if she is guilty, it has nothing to do with me".

Tonks rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe this was the guy in charge of Magical Britain. She wondered if the muggle minister was any better.

Based off some of the rants her father gave off when she visited, Tonks surmised probably not.

"The man deserved it!" Umbridge screeched. She didn't seem to gather that she was only hurting herself. Like usual, Umbridge felt as if she had the right to do whatever she wanted. "He called me ugly".

Fudge flinched, eyes closing as he realized what just happened.

Tonks was gob-smacked as Shack shook his head.

Albus sent a not-so-subtle side look towards Fudge who looked to be pouting now.

Amelia was incensed, mouth open though nothing came to mind. Was the woman completely batty!?

Minerva decided to add in her two cents. She usually tried to keep her cool, but Umbridge had pushed her too far.

The things the woman had said on the way to the ministry! She had even called Filius a filthy half-breed! Umbridge had continued digging herself a hole, causing both Albus and Minerva to become angrier and angrier.

"You can't curse everyone who calls you that Dolores" Minerva sniffed at the name. It was said with obvious sarcastic attitude. "There'd be no one left" the Scottish note added to the burn.

Rita had to hold in a tiny beetle squeal. 'That was so good!' she appreciated McGonagall's attitude skill. She remembered the woman as a professor. To see her unleashed now in such a way was a bit mind-blowing.

The reporter was living for the drama.

Given Minerva's flare, Rita decided to make her the hero of the story this time. 'She deserves it for that line' Rita acknowledged seeing as Umbridge looked as if she could have been knocked down by a flubberworm.

Despite the obviously serious situation, Albus couldn't help slightly bumping his elbow with Minerva's.

She returned the gesture.

It was as close to a fist pump as the two would ever allow. In public.

Fudge sat down now poking at his neglected pot pie. 'Why did this have to happen at lunch?' he thought selfishly.

Umbridge couldn't believe the disrespect shown to her. As if only being able to observe at Hogwarts wasn't bad enough.

No one had taken her seriously when she was a student there either. Back then, she couldn't even make them respect her. Not with a muggle mother and squib brother. Though, she tried to keep that hush-hush.

She remembered both Albus and Minerva from her school years. Though Minerva was much, much younger then. A pretty young teacher, new to the job but determined to make a difference.

Albus never bought any of Umbridge's lies when she tried to get others in trouble to raise her social status.

Dolores remembered going to school with Fudge too. He never paid her any attention then. 'He needs me now' she thought with borderline obsession. 'Now they all respect me' she felt her top lip curl up at the edge. "It's not my fault your school is run by a mudblood loving fool and half-breed staff" she spat.

Dolores had a knack for quieting rooms. Even if it wasn't in the way she hoped.

It was out of shock. Even Rita was surprised.

There were many people who believed at least some of what Dolores just said. However, no one ever said it out loud. Especially not in front of the current audience!

Cornelius looked at Dolores. Really looked at her for what felt like the first time.

What he saw was stomach turning.

Though Umbridge didn't know, Fudge did remember her from school.

There was a reason he steered clear of her. 'Maybe Mary is right' he thought of his wife's misgivings about the other woman.

Fudge knew all about racist, bigoted people. However, he was always able to write it off as something else. That it was just people stuck in the old way and no one was 'really' getting hurt. The excuses and denial were longer than Fudge's career.

Yet, here was Dolores waving just a slice of the truth in his face.

Cornelius sighed. He knew what he had to do. Not for the better of their world, but to Fudge, something even greater. For his own good.

"Bones" he addressed Amelia. He didn't see her eyes narrow at the somewhat familiar way he spoke to her. She had never given him that liberty.

Shacklebolt and Tonks straightened feeling as if the woman they both looked up to wasn't getting the respect she deserved.

Even Albus shot Fudge a look at that.

"Please take Dol-" he corrected himself. "Umbridge to a holding cell" he saw Umbridge's shock but refused to look at her. "Note I am retracting any support for her" he went on. Fudge then thought of something and added "No doubt she will spread her own propaganda against me. They'll be lies of course" he wiped his forehead.

"Lies? LIES!?" Dolores screamed. It was so loud, a few of them winced having to step back. Despite the magical rope restricting any arm movement, the squatty woman was able to stand.

With a nod from Amelia's classical square jaw, Shack quickly made his way between Umbridge and Fudge. It was part of his job to protect the minister. Even if he felt the man deserved a punch or two.

"I have done everything for you!" Umbridge went on. "I have killed, bribed and done anything needed to make you happy!" she went on.

Rita was committing everything to memory. It was like she had fallen into the largest fault at Gringotts. This was pure gold!

Skeeter wasn't the only one who was recording everything. Jumping on her training, Tonks pulled out the small notepad that Moody gifted her upon her auror graduation. Quickly, the tiny muggle pen flew across the paper.

Umbridge's rage gave her loose lips.

"I didn't even speak up when you married that woman!" Dolores went on. "Do you think she appreciates you like I do? That she's as devoted? The things I've done because you said-" Umbridge went on.

However, a panicking Fudge cut her off.

"Stop this right now" his brow was now sweat soaked. "If you are innocent, then I see no reason for you not to rejoin my cabinet" he tried. He really didn't know of all her crimes. However, that didn't mean he didn't have an idea or suspicion on some items.

Fudge didn't want to know. That's what he was worried about coming out.

"You want her back as your undersecretary" Albus showed his own rage. Umbridge began to smirk, momentarily appeased.

This was just another sign that Fudge needed her. Wanted her at his side. 'Someday, I'll be in that seat' her true desire rang through her head. 'And then Fudge will be waiting at home for me' she tried to taper down a smile. 'I just have to figure out how to trick this questioning' she shot a look at Bones.

The woman was looking at her as if the blonde-grays monocle would reflect Dolores' very soul.

Dolores fidgeted, ignoring Albus' angry words to Cornelius.

"After what she did in front of students no less" Albus was going on.

"Not to mention Lockhart's smoldering rear" Minerva added crossing her arms. Though upset, she wasn't too surprised. Minerva had been present for quite a few of the discussions between Albus and Fudge.

It was hard not to be as she was running around carrying Hogwarts on her back.

'Especially when 'someone' is always pulling some crazy stunt. Three headed dogs, really!' she couldn't help but think.

Then, Fudge made a mistake. "Everyone deserves a trial Albus" he tried to brush him off.

At the inhale next to Albus, he realized what he just said.

"Everyone unless decided by you Cornelius?" Albus asked sagely. "Like Sirius Black? I remember all but begging you and Barty Crouch for an audience with him" he mentioned. "You convinced Crouch he was guilty as he was a Black" he added.

Unwilling to take the blame Fudge jumped up with "Barty made that decision all on his own!"

"With you whispering in his ear" Albus countered.

"I do believe you were close to Crouch Senior...sir" Amelia spoke up. "Weren't you going to offer a job to his son before his loyalties were exposed?" she already knew the answer. She had been there, though not in her current position.

A part of her wondered if things would have been different if she was the Head then.

She liked to think so. Amelia hoped so at least.

"We found evidence of him harboring his son before his disappearance" Tonks couldn't help but mention.

Rita perked up. Whatever had happened at the Crouch home was kept secret. As far as she could figure, the Unspeakables had swooped down on the incident quickly.

Before more could be said, Fudge sat with a heavy sigh. He just wanted them out. "Just take her! I don't care" he once more tossed Umbridge under the Knight Bus. He pushed her, helped her back up then called them back to push her again.

Before she could speak, Fudge sent out a silencing spell. Seeing it take effect, he let out a sigh of relief.

Then he saw the suspicious and stern look Bones wore.

Fudge scooted further in his seat.

Rita couldn't wait to get to the office. She had stories to write up and people to drag.

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Dobby whistled cheerfully as he helped Winky make lunch.

Sirius had taught him how to whistle and it was the little elf's newest favorite activity. That grew when Petunia had taught him other songs and how to create his own.

Kreacher was the best of the bunch.

Though usually his tunes were more of doom rather than cheer.

Something the Lestranges had learned.

Kreacher hadn't been lying before. He really did remember the three from before his master Regulus died. He even remembered them picking on Sirius. Kreacher used to look out for Sirius, care for Sirius, before Walburga turned the little elf and good-hearted and brave boy against one another. Kreacher remembered how afraid Regulus was of them. How they tormented him both physically and mentally. Would taunt him with what they deemed shortcomings along with words of how Sirius had left him.

Kreacher remembered Regulus crying over that a few times.

That still made the small being's blood boil. If there was one thing Kreacher could do, it was holding a grudge.

He was thankful to his new masters for many reasons. One of those reasons being that if Kreacher didn't have strict orders, then he would most likely have to help the one known as Bellatrix.

No matter what he wanted or felt.

He made his way through the kitchen with the other elves. Kreacher had even begun considering Petunia more of an elf rather than human. He felt she fit the description with her now polished abilities at homely chores.

True, she couldn't do magic like the others, but he felt something from Petunia he had never felt in any of the muggles he had met before.

As limited as those interactions had been.

Petunia took the vials from Binky, handing them to Kreacher and Dobby. Kreacher would assist Dobby in finishing branding the prisoners downstairs.

Though they were no longer needed for Neville's potions, that didn't mean they were totally useless either.

Sirius was busy in the potions lab with Remus. Wherever Sirius lagged in potions, Remus made up for. Though the soft eyed werewolf knew Sirius was better at charms. Neither man was lacking in talents.

Due to the children being unable as of late to visit the manor, Sirius and Remus had left the Lestranges mainly to Kreacher.

Despite what they had now done as Knights, neither jumped to volunteer to go to the dungeons unless needed.

Besides when Pettigrew was there.

That was...different.

"I ran into Molly when at the shoppe" Remus continued with his story. "She sends her best, which I was a tad surprised about" he admitted.

Sirius gave a half smirk, potions lighting up his face in multicolor along with the lanterns. "Why? Molly's always been charmed by me" came the tease. "I remember those extra stuffed biscuits" he went on.

Remus gave a halfhearted eyeroll not really meaning it. He wasn't as jittery as usual during the full moon. Then again, he had a ready supply of wolfsbane. Which Sirius had mastered long ago for his best friend. However, Remus did worry for his cub.

He knew what it was like having to sneak off to the shack to transform. His heart went out to Vivian. 'She has the others' he assured himself. 'Just like I did' he shot Sirius a small grin.

"Yes" he pushed on. "However, remember the story Ronald told us", he said making a light go off for Sirius.

Sirius could only shrug. "Perhaps having Skeeter cover the story is what sold her" he surmised. "Merlin knows why anyone trusts that woman" he shivered, thinking of the reporter.

"What was it Harry said?" Remus pointed out. "This world is full of idiots?" the two men snorted.

"Wise lad" Sirius remarked distractedly.

Remus had to know "How do you think Luna is coming along with Snape?"

Sirius briefly frowned before trying to keep their spirits' light. He still didn't like Snape, even if Harry had good points about the man. Sirius guessed it was the stubbornness that kept him alive and somewhat sane so far.

"What? Are my clean, soft locks illuminating under the candlelight not enough for you?" he asked seeing Remus fighting a smile. He knew he shouldn't smile; it was mean, and they weren't children anymore. "What is it? The nose? Is that the feature that proves I'm a master at mixing liquids" Sirius went on before chuckling when Remus pushed his shoulder.

"Sirius" Remus tried.

"Maybe that's where he keeps that dastardly brain" Sirius went on. Remus interrupted him.

"If that were true then I'm sure everyone knows just where you're mind landed" Remus said with a quick look down before smirking and going back to work.

Sirius' mouth dropped open in mock offense. "Oh, I see, you've become his best mate" Sirius gave an exaggerated sigh. Remus nodded comically next to him, as if this whole dramatic plot was real and they were caught in the middle of one of those muggle soap operas.

Before either could continue, there was a knock on the door.

At the instruction, Petunia stepped in with their tray of lunch and a letter.

Petunia had been in much better sprits lately.

Harry, deciding to feel for his aunt showing he was still the boy from long ago, had given Dudley an owl. Of course, he made sure Marge never noticed.

Petunia thanked magic then.

Dudley had been writing to his mother almost every other day.

Once the two caught up, and she broke the news of Vernon to her son. After he took some time to come to terms with the news, Dudley showed a side of himself that Petunia had never noticed.

He said he had thought about what Harry did. Surprisingly, he didn't hate him. Dudley said while in the not so happy care of Marge, he had done a lot of thinking. As he was forced to care for Marge, he had to wonder, was this how Harry felt? Or worse given as though she acted as she might at times, Merge never hit him.

Something Dudley realized was probably Harry's doing, once the charms on him wore off.

His cousin had spared him the abuse that Dudley had been raised to heap upon him.

Of course, at first Dudley had been surprised. He just couldn't picture Harry; tiny, sarcastic but admittedly kind and brave Harry, well he couldn't imagine him hurting anyone.

When Dudley did accept the fact that his father was gone, he had to wonder. If he was Harry, would he have done the same?

Thinking back on his life while out of the influence of his parents, especially Vernon Dursley had Dudley seeing things much differently.

None of this self-reflection was known to Harry or his group.

Though, all on his own, Dudley had come to a similar realization in their past timeline.

With Dudley's simple, yet defiant sentence of "I don't think you're a waste of space" to Harry, completely contrasting Vernon's previous words had hit Harry hard.

It was the first time he had really felt like Dudley was his family.

When he and Dudley shook hands before the Dursleys left their home, Harry had to wonder just when his cousin had grown. Grown as a person.

Petunia began to see that now.

Though surprised, she felt true pride settle in her chest. It was even more than when he had taken his first steps or said his first "Mama".

'Perhaps Vernon's passing-" Petunia began to think before stopping herself. She had loved her husband, truly she did.

However, Petunia loved her son more.

Though a part of her still burned over the death of her husband, another part couldn't help but agree with Dudley.

That didn't stop the guilt she felt over such agreement.

Petunia swore she was going mad at times, hearing Lily and then Vernon! Still, the letters and work helped. It kept her busy and even content at times. Shaking the thoughts off, Petunia handed the plated sandwiches and post to Remus and Sirius.

Sirius eagerly ripped open the letter as Remus thanked Petunia gently.

With a nod, she took her own letter and left allowing them privacy. She did wonder over Harry and his plans.

She even wondered how he was.

Was he liking Hogwarts?

Was he able to act like a normal child or...that being she had seen before?

However, for now, Petunia would keep such inquiries to herself.

She didn't think Harry, or his girlfriend Hermione felt she had any right to ask such things.

If they wanted to tell her something, they would.

"Seems Albus is going to be busy at the ministry for the next few days" Sirius commented reading everything.

Remus leaned against the table with his hip, arms crossed as the potions now had to sit and simper. He still thought they'd get half of these potions done faster with Severus around.

Despite what Sirius said, the man had a true talent for potions. 'And starting shite' Remus thought before telling himself to stuff it.

"So, they're thinking of heading to the chamber while they have the chance" Sirius went on. "With Umbridge and Albus busy, Harry thinks he'll finally have the time to go down and decide what to do with the basilisk" he went on.

"Though, Vivian told him that it feels as if Riddle is trying to not only pull her back in when she writes but reach out to see if he could beguile another" he added making the two men share a look. "They have put on extra charms; afraid he'll get someone to steal him and use a real host" Sirius handed the parchment to Remus.

It went on to explain how Vivian was going to distract Riddle by finally revealing the 'big secret affliction' she continuous teased him with. While he was distracted, then Harry could figure out if he all their training and workouts had been helpful.

If he was able to devour Riddle the soul piece. He had to continue preparing both his core and body in order to do so.

This soul fragment was much stronger than the one in the ring or even in Harry's body.

Hermione figured it was due to Riddle being the first horcrux. Either way, they'd finally know.

Harry still had Vivian try to get any useful information from Riddle but seeing as they had a new improved plan for Voldemort, Harry was growing restless dealing with the soul piece.

If he was able to handle this one, then that showed he was a step closer to being able to draw the wraith of Voldemort to him to be finished once and for all.

At least, for Harry.

Everyone else would get a surprise.

Remus inhaled deeply as Sirius caught himself fidgeting with the different few rings on his hands.

They so wished they could fly over now to help the children.

However, Harry had forbidden it.

He had been able to swallow the piece in the resurrection stone. Though, it had a surprising strain on his physical body. Mentally, besides a headache due to screams only he could hear, Harry had been pleased with the smoothness of the absorption.

Harry didn't want Sirius to take any unnecessary risks. Not when his trial was just around the corner!

Thankfully, with his disguise, Sirius didn't feel totally confined to the house.

He wouldn't be able to handle that. Trading one prison for another.

Yet, that wasn't how he felt. He could go out without anyone knowing.

However, besides a 'parental visit' no one could think of a decent excuse for Remus and Sirius to show up unless needed.

With Snape left in charge, despite Luna's training, Harry didn't feel like having them come and Snape trying to follow them.

Like he did his fifth year.

Like he did Harry's third.

It never ended well for anyone, so it was best to try to avoid such a possibility.

Despite his own misgivings, Remus aimed to ease Sirius. "If we really must, you know we can shadow in. Harry said you've improved greatly" he hoped reminding him of Harry's praise would do the trick.

Sirius knew that he was doing. Returning the favor, he nodded with "I'm sure Vivian could handle anything thrown their way" he saw Remus' shoulders relax.

With that, the two men attempted to go back to the potions.

Easier said than done.

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Vivian kept looking behind her as the group made their way to Myrtle's bathroom.

Luna had spoken to Myrtle earlier. Whatever she said to the young ghost had the specter floating away with happy giggles. Luna claimed she'd be gone for the night.

However, Vivian couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.

Followed.

Ron thought maybe it was Snape, but nothing was coming up with their magical scans. There was something there, but it wasn't coming up as anything they knew.

In fact, it had the same identity as a portrait.

Yet not.

Harry knew they had to figure out what was happening before entering the actual chamber.

He figured that they'd be able to trap the person in the bathroom.

Vivian cracked her neck and knuckles. Just in case, she'd be relying on her physical strength rather than magical.

Even with their abilities, she knew there was even less chance of someone being able to pin anything on a physical attack.

Wizards just had trouble thinking of that.

Quiet, too quietly, the group filed into the bathroom lavatory.

Once inside, the group waited while once more blending into any shadows the room provided. Harry, Hermione and Ron didn't use such tactics. Instead, they relied on Harry's cloak.

Everyone was on edge.

It was a full moon. If things went well, then Vivian would simply turn in the chamber. Harry knew he had to speak to the basilisk first, however.

To tell her that she wasn't being threatened and that Vivian was welcomed.

Ron had his own extendable bookbag tonight. He had taken every book he could find, especially the ones sent by Sirius about becoming an Animagus.

There had never been time to finish before. Though, Ron, Harry, and Hermione had been able to make the potion before. This time, Ron was determined to finally finish the process.

Though, since learning of her secret Ron had been around for every one of Vivian's turns. Despite her arguments.

Even when they used to scream at one another, he insisted. Sometimes he went with just Vivian. Before he admitted his feelings for her or even that they were even friends, Ron couldn't stand the thought of Vivian going through something like that alone.

Before, he had gone under Harry's cloak before Vivian had taken her potion. After that, she was safe to be around. She was more in her mindset.

Though, there were a few close calls.

Ron stuck through them all.

They all did, but Vivian and Ron had an instant connection that neither of them could ever explain.

He looked over totally able to still see Vivian. She was cracking her neck as uneasiness settled under her skin. Hands cracked and sweat began to lightly cover her.

Ron worried for her. He knew the signs that Vivian was too close to a change. She had insisted on finishing gathering things with the others, thinking she had it under control.

Even with the wolfbane, Vivian found her focus slipping.

She just couldn't concentrate!

Not like usually. Smells were overwhelming as were sights and sounds. Everything was trying to ready itself for the change.

Vivian was not looking forward to it.

She never did. Though, this would be nothing compared to before. There were times when she would purposely miss taking her potion. Then, Vivian would be left alone with Death Eaters.

Sometimes she remembered what happened.

Those led to her own breed of nightmares.

Even so, Vivian began forcing her body to turn without a full moon while mostly keeping her mind. With practice.

Painful practice.

Ron always assured her that it's what had to be done. He had tried to dissuade her, but realizing how she was determined, he set his sights on support. That they all did things that haunted them. Yet, it was necessary. It was the only way they could get rid of the people who would do the same, or worse to them.

They all truly believed that.

That didn't make it feel any better. Even if it got easier. Then, came the guilt over how easy it became.

Vivian shook all those thoughts way.

She knew she had to focus! The smell following them was so familiar, yet not. It was as if someone was trying to mask their scent. Like they were trying to hide.

Then a thought hit her that brought up an old fear of hers. 'Does someone know I'm a werewolf?' she wondered.

She had been taught to conceal her secret as a child. Before Snape ousted her. Vivian knew Molly and Arthur suspected as much.

She was sure even the other Weasley's did. Her teeth were just a little too long to be normal whenever fully in view. Still, she couldn't figure out anything else done that could have outed her. It wasn't like she was going out of her way to show off or anything.

The thought that someone unknown had figured it out was like a punch to the gut.

Mentally, Luna sent out calming thoughts to ease both Vivian and Ron.

'Maybe it's Snape?' Neville offered up.

Vivian shook her head. 'I know Snape's smell. This is not him' she tried to inhale deeply. Her mind was pounding. A headache was overtaking her.

Vivian didn't want to be here. She wanted to be somewhere dark and private. Though she knew he'd hate it, she didn't want Ron to even see her. She wanted to be alone in her pain and transformation.

Though, it meant a lot when she wasn't alone. More than Vivian felt she could ever express.

Harry reached his own powers out trying to give Vivian a break.

He ran into a wall. There was definitely someone following them. What surprised him was how they were seemingly blocking him.

Not totally, but they were doing a better job than most!

Harry felt a spark of surprise, anxiety and even excitement. It had been a while since he ran across anyone who put up any sort of actual challenge. Sure, Death Eaters were dangerous, but most were predictable.

Those that did challenge him just pissed him off.

'Maybe I'm just bias', Harry shrugged off. True, the more pressure he put, the more the stranger's resistance crumbled.

That didn't stop him being impressed.

Whatever or whoever the force was began to retreat. It appeared as though they were leaving. Giving another push, Harry began to feel them totally retreat. He raised his hands intent on adding a charm to keep unwanted company out.

Suddenly, Vivian caught Harry's attention. "Shit!" she couldn't help exclaiming, dropping Riddle's diary.

"He burned me" she showed her problem.

Besides Harry, everyone looked shocked. Luna bit her lip worriedly, eyes losing that calm glow as she worked out the fact that the book was able to physically hurt Vivian.

Harry looked at the book stoically with a chill in his gaze.

Though unexpected, Riddle's ability didn't totally surprise him.

Despite his madness, Riddle had never been stupid. Short sighted and paranoid, yes. Stupid, no.

Harry knew Riddle was trying to break through the charms around the book. They weren't sure he believed Vivian's lie about a teacher trying to confiscate it.

Still, he was trying harder and harder to drag her into the book.

Harry could only guess it was because Tom wanted to figure out just why none of his soul sucking magic was working on Vivian.

The young soul sucker knew he should be getting stronger as she became weaker. Yet, it wasn't happening!

He didn't know what was wrong.

Tom came to the conclusion that it had to be the girl's lineage holding him back.

Vivian held back an angry growl, nursing her hand close to her chest. Ron gently eased the appendage from against her in order to heal her. Though Vivian trusted all of them, her wolf only ever let Ron heal her.

That's how it had always been.

Even when they were at each other's throats.

Feeling uncomfortable in her own skin, Vivian couldn't help but think back to those times. When they were out of sync and both so clueless at times.

How they'd argue more than Ron and Hermione.

Louder at times too.

Then, one of those fights ended in a kiss.

It wasn't long after that that the two had confessed. They were in the tent, horcrux hunting with Hermione and Harry. Ron brought up the kiss as he was upset that Vivian seemed to be avoiding him.

He found out the truth. Despite Vivian idolizing Remus, some things she could never shake. A part of her did believe she didn't deserve love.

Seeing Remus with Tonks had given her hope. Even when Remus and Vivian had gotten into a huge fight when Remus tried to leave a pregnant Tonks in a panic.

One of the few times Remus and Vivian had ever fought.

However, Vivian had an added insecurity. She confessed that after what Fenrir and Ripple did to her, she was afraid to be with someone. What if they hurt her too? What if they thought she was too tainted? Like how Snape would taunt her, though he didn't know about her extended abuse.

Ron had put those fears to rest.

Those moments ran wild in Vivian's brain as she fought the wolf.

It had been so long since she had tried to control herself. It was a true challenge since returning.

Harry magicked the diary into the air bringing Vivian's thoughts back to the present. "I think you should show your best mate" he mentioned with a sarcastic twinge, eyes darting between Vivian and the book. "Just what the secret you've been hiding is" he suggested. He sneered at the thought of Riddle thinking he had so easily wrapped Vivian around his finger.

Ron cut in before Vivian could answer. "Then I'm going with you" there was determination in his tone.

Hermione pointed out the flaw in his plan. "How do you propose to do that? Riddle's the one controlling the travel".

Ron wasn't discouraged. "I'll hold onto her" he told them simply but with strength. "I'll shadow my presence, so he won't even notice me" he went on.

Vivian shook her head, nerves showing. "What if I hurt you?" she pushed past his attempts to protest. "We don't know what could happen in there. What if I attack you? What if you can't shadow in there" irrational fears came. "What if my potion isn't as strong as it should be, and I still hurt you!? It's never been a foolproof plan. What if-" she was cut off by Ron grabbing her shoulders and kissing her hard.

Ron jerked back a little so he could talk to the slightly dazed girl.

"You're stubborn as hell, but so am I" he began. Blue eyes blazed as his speech went on.

"I will tell you every day of our bloody lives if I have too. You are the only one for me. You would never hurt me, and you've had plenty of chances" he went on, not giving Vivian chance to argue. "Even without the moon while I was being a prat" he added.

"Nothing has, or ever could change that" Ron went on. "Now, whether we go in together or Harry brings that bastard out, I am going with you!" came the passion. "Now, are you going to stop being hardheaded or are we going to fight ending with a snog" he questioned before adding. "I am fine with both!"

The last bit had Harry and Neville doing their best to hold in laughter.

Of course, Ron wouldn't pass up a chance to snog Vivian.

Vivian's high emotions along with sore muscles had her distracted enough to only focus on Ronald. That left it Hermione and Luna's job to jab their amused partners.

"May I suggest the snog wait" Vivian tried to joke, despite the mist taking over her green eyes. "I'll have to pay you back" she saw his soft smile.

"Then let's go" Ron took her hand. "We still have to open that bloody viewing hole". The group had learned the hard way just what happened when a werewolf wasn't exposed to moonlight during the change.

To their shock, it was horrifyingly worse than usual.

Before more could be said, Riddle's diary began vibrating. Harry glared, still levitating the book. "Oh no" he scowled. "I know I'm stronger than you this time. Git" he glared hatred at the book.

Harry was just glad that he had decided to get rid of the book now. He didn't need to test the extent of Riddle's abilities, no matter how sure he was of his own. Harry refused to let his friends, or some innocent students get hurt by Riddle again.

With that, Harry turned to the appropriately marked sink.

Luna still scrunched her face over the implications of Slytherin's chamber being in a girl's restroom. She really hoped that was a later addition and not Slytherin's choosing.

The group made their way down.

In their haste to finish off another horcrux, the group had forgotten an important element.

None of them had charmed the room from anyone else entering.

####SCENE BREAK####

Sirius was gathering last minute provisions for Remus' change. He had a special room in the manor, much better than the one for werewolves and vampires in the dungeon.

Before he could run to join his best mate, he heard yelling from the dungeons. This time it wasn't the usual screams.

Winky was screaming.

Quick as a flash, Sirius ran down with wand at the ready.

What he ran into surprised him.

Kreacher was torturing all three Lestranges with what he could only assume was elf magic. Their screams were silent as Winky cried, clinging to the back of Kreacher.

She had blood on her cheek.

"What happened?" Sirius brought attention to himself. He left the prisoners to Kreacher while bending to check the little she-elf.

"Winky came to check on Kreacher" she sniffed, taking the hankie the man offered. "Winky didn't know he wasn't dones yet" she went on, allowing Sirius to heal her. Her tears slowed. "When Winky came in, before she could think" Winky pointed at Bella. "That womans be biting her cheek" she explained.

Sirius straightened with hard silver steel grays going to a silently spasming Bellatrix.

"Kreacher assumes he could do what he needs to" Kreacher didn't even look up from his task. Whatever he was doing looked beyond painful.

Despite Sirius and Kreacher's history, they had finally come to a neutral relationship.

"Of course," Sirius approved. His cheek lightly twitched as he looked at his cousin and her family. 'They never were really my family. Not for a long time' he thought remembering the growing, alarming change that had been bred into, not to mention beat into, a young Bellatrix. There may had been hope once.

It was long gone now.

"You know Harry's motto. Let the punishment fit the crime" Sirius told him.

Kreacher smirked, head bowing further as more power ran from his long fingers.

Bellatrix suddenly sprang with an intent of attacking Sirius. Her madness fueled her body forward, despite any pain.

The psychotic witch's long, sharp unkept nails created a large gash in Sirius' right cheek.

Though he called out, Sirius did not retreat from Bellatrix. His instincts kicked in causing him to grab the woman by the face, spin and then smack her head hard against the stone wall.

There was an audible crack.

Sirius realized after that Bellatrix had bit the webbing of his hand between his pointer finger and thumb. His anger momentarily outweighed his pain.

He wasn't even angry that Bellatrix attacked him. Sirius was mad because this just delayed him from immediately running back to help Remus. "You've always gotten in the way" he spat at Bella.

"You're filth. Lower than a mudblood! Lower than that disgusting elf" Bella shouted despite Kreacher's ability to keep her husband and brother-in-law down.

Instead of paying back his cousin in kind, a thought suddenly struck Sirius. He had been cleaning up Grimmauld Place the other day after Remus had received a letter from Albus about Sirius. That meant Sirius had once more snooped around his father's study. He found the not-so-secret hidden library. There were many interesting magically scientific scrolls there.

Horrendous and disgusting. But interesting. At least, now seeing as Sirius saw a much better use for the 'studies'.

Albus had not so subtly hinted about how he needed a place for 'likeminded' individuals to meet.

Due to his position in the ministry, Albus had more details about Sirius' trial than those who simply read the paper.

Albus had already accepted Sirius' innocence. What better way to prove such by readmitting him into the Order of the Pheonix which Albus planned on reopening? That led Albus to realizing that Sirius had the perfect hidden location.

He knew all about the charms hiding Grimmauld Place. Now would be the best time to use that to the light's advantage.

Usually, Albus was ten steps ahead of everyone.

Now though, Sirius saw a great opportunity to properly teach his cousin a lesson. "Kreacher?" he asked gaining the old elf's attention. "There is a special journal in the Black family library. It spoke of old spells my father kept hidden in his study. In that room behind the painting of my parents" he explained.

Bella glared up at him hatefully, but with the elf magic and hard smack to the skull, she wasn't able to fight just yet. Not that either elf or wizard believed she wasn't trying to figure out how to try again.

"These spells refer to a person becoming...far more useful than they would have ever been before" he went on. "Of course, father said it was for muggleborns, but seeing as there's no real difference" Sirius said just for the Lestranges' benefits. "Then I see no problem with it working on a useless, broken pureblood" he finished.

"Kreacher will find them" Kreacher assured. "Once Kreacher has put the prisoners to bed" he smirked back down at the glaring three.

Winky watched, tears now stopped as she was able to compose herself. "Winky could find wizard words for Kreacher" she offered up shyly.

Kreacher briefly looked back. Sirius almost thought there was a blush on the old elf's face.

"Kreacher thanks Winky" Kreacher said quietly as he made sure none of the Lestranges could stand. He was ready for Bellatrix now.

Smiling, Winky took Sirius' hand in order to lead him out. "Winky will heal Master Sirius and get him back to Master Remus" he assured.

"Have fun cousin" Sirius taunted as he walked out. He saw Rodolphus' glare. Rabastan was trying to wiggle free to no avail. Bella had some spit running down a corner of her mouth down her chin.

Sirius smirked, he remembered just how much the three loved to torment him once finding out he was framed by Pettigrew, rotting away in a cell right next to them.

"Don't lose hope boys" he taunted. "Maybe your lord will come sooner than you think" he chuckled, knowing the truth.

With that, Sirius allowed Winky to heal him. He'd still have a scar for a little, but he wasn't too concerned with that at the moment.

Sirius ran off transforming to Padfoot after delivering the last of what Remus needed. He made it into the safe room right before the door closed and locked. Padfoot woofed happily as Remus turned, a look of relief settling over him once he saw his best friend.

####SCENE BREAK####

"Vivian? How long do we have?" Hermione asked as Neville readied himself at the secret window. It was more of a hole for the basilisk to slither out of, but it would work for their needs.

Harry was over with the giant snake. Given their time crunch, he didn't have a chance to speak to her. She had gotten out a surprised 'So many two-feet in my home' before Harry hit her with a powerful sleeping powder.

Ron was rubbing Vivian's shoulders from behind.

"Not long" Vivian admitted, eyes already dilating in an unnatural fashion. She winced trying to breathe out as everyone heard bone cracking noises echo around the chamber. Something in her spine had shifted unpleasantly.

Luna opened the journal with great purpose. She nodded to Hermione who helped pour some of their magic in.

Vivian breathed out through her mouth as her breaths turned more pant like. She took a muggle pen and wrote sloppily into the book. Luna and Hermione moved with Harry and Neville to the shadows. Even so, they kept their magic around Vivian.

Ron refused to move, and Harry wasn't prepared to try and force him.

Vivian kept catching a weird scent. It was heavy of ingredients. She looked towards the huge snake statues closest to the exit. Yet, there wasn't anything. Not even a sound.

In fact, it was too quiet. 'Silencing charm' she realized.

"It feels like-" she began to tell the others when a magic swirl coming out of the book like a little tornado caught her attention. "Someone else is here" she growled. She could feel it.

However, they had more important things to do.

Harry secured a magical lock on the chamber's entrance with a wave of his wand. 'They won't get out' he assured the others. 'We'll catch and deal with them after Riddle' he instructed.

That did ease Vivian a little.

Then again, she could only really focus on key things at the moment. Not killing her loved ones was the main one. Everything else seemed unimportant.

Ron used Harry's cloak, covering himself but sticking to Vivian's side. She appreciated the warmth she could feel off of her soul mate. That was the only way Vivian could see Ron as. Like Remus, she didn't much care for the word mate. It was something people usually used to further dehumanize their kind. It could have been a beautiful word, if not for certain people. 'He's the other half of me' she thought, inhaling and trying to center herself as his scents invaded and calmed the wolf within her.

The vision of a real-life Tom Riddle was soon in front of Vivian. He smiled down charmingly at the shorter, pretty girl. His handsome features lighting up with his spider like smile.

He was again that odd, off yellow color. Like an old photo tinted by age. Vivian guessed he couldn't take on life like coloring until he was closer to draining someone.

'Too bad she's a mudblood, she's cute' Riddle thought. 'Oh well, she'll finally serve a worthy purpose in life'. "Kritanta" he smiled as if enchanted with the girl. He even managed a blush!

Neville hated that. In his medical studies, he had come across psychopaths. He saw how they'd practice emotions in front of the mirror. Happy, sad, everything. There were some that even had to practice average posture and mannerisms the blend in. To fool others. Tom Riddle reminded him of such cases to a tee.

Vivian was in no mood tonight. There was no acting as she breathed out. "Riddle" she said, voice deepening catching his attention.

Riddle looked at her in confusion. Digging deeper than first glances, he began to pick up odd little things.

His eyes widened as right before him; Vivian's eyes turned from a gem green to a piercing canine hued golden brown. "Kritanta, what's going on" he asked in worry.

Worry for himself of course. If something happened to his vessel, then how would he be brought back!? Then he looked around. "Why are we in the chamber? I never taught you how to get here" he said, back straightening.

"I thought you wanted to know my secret?" Vivan said, hunching slightly due to back pain. "I figured here would be a chance to give us what we both want".

He looked back from the open side gate to Vivian. "Your secret" he said looking at her closely. It dawned on Riddle. He tried to keep any disgust from him expression. "You're a werewolf, aren't you" he needlessly asked.

Vivian smiled showing much further pronounced canines than usual. Even for her.

"That's not my only secret Riddle" she began to chuckle.

Tom was no longer smiling. He caught the dark mood of the room, just how confident the girl before him was. She had no resemblance to the shy, impressionable and leadable little girl he had been befriending since the beginning of the school year.

Riddle felt a pang of dread through his incomplete soul.

'Can a werewolf harm a horcrux?' he wondered. There was no way to know, it wasn't as if it had been tested before.

"We're about to test that right now" came Vivian's voice, rolling over Riddle. He looked at her sharply, magic tinted eyes that hid their real color flashed a bright red.

"You read my thoughts?" he ventured.

Vivian didn't speak as a deep, commanding voice bellowed from the shadows. "Enough words Cobra Lily" the Master's voice seemed to bounce around the room. "Show him the power within. The power his kind forced up you before you mastered it for your own".

Vivian's breathing was definitely labored now. Bones began to snap and reshape. Teeth were pushed out in order for new teeth to take their place. Skin ripped, tore while muscles and hair took over the previously small body.

Riddle watched in frightened, sick fascination.

The transformation was happening!

Despite believing himself above death, Riddle had enough sanity to know it was time to get the hell out of there! There was someone unknown watching him as a werewolf was transforming right before his eyes. He didn't even have a wand. Memory or not, he wanted a wand.

Riddle wasn't as adapt with muggle combat as some of his followers. He didn't need to be, magic had always come naturally to him.

Now though, he felt defenseless. 'There's no way she could hurt me. Magical creature or not' he assured himself.

However, that was just hopeful wishing. It wasn't like the books he had on horcruxes ever mentioned werewolves!

"Now Cobra Lily!" the Master called from behind.

"Remember your enemy Viv!" came the hidden Ron's shout.

"AHOO!" Vivian howled. She was much taller now. Lean, hairy body showing obvious muscles that were covered in thick course dark hair. Deadly claws were brought to attention as she flexed her long fingers. Legs were bent the wrong way, canine like now. Slobber full of the lycanthropy virus dropped down her large jaw which showcased terrifyingly large, sharp teeth.

There, in all her half wolf half girl glory was a fully transformed Vivian.

Riddle couldn't help but look slowly up until he was staring into her bright almost golden gaze. Though his synthetic heart was beating out of his chest there was an odd fascination at seeing a werewolf so up close.

It was terrifying, yet the analytical mind in him couldn't help but take in every detail.

The pointed ears that twitched with the unwilling gulp that left him. The wet, long snout that was suddenly pressed into the side of his face.

Riddle flinched back when the wolf snorted, sending some wet substance onto him. He didn't have it in him to be too disgusted at the moment. 'I'm not human. I have nothing to fear' he told himself.

The wolf glared at him.

"He's yours love" came that same hidden voice from the space next to her. Vivian sniffed again, but this time no growl or glower left her wolf-like form.

She knew that scent. That sent was home. It was safety. It was mate.

She also could catch the small scents of the rest of her pack. The wolf was comforted over the smells, even if she couldn't see any of them.

That was for the best.

Then a musky stench, like old books and mold caught her attention once more.

Vivian's once green eyes but now unnaturally canine golden brown looked down at Riddle. Large pupils dilated as she fixated on the being in front of her.

He didn't smell human. However, he also didn't feel natural. Whatever the being was brought out a growl from her. As far as the wolf was concerned, this pale creature was her enemy.

And to the wolf...there was only room in this world for one of them.

Riddle soon became aware of these thoughts as Vivian took a swipe at him.

She made contact.

Riddle screamed as a very real pain ripped through his upper shoulder. This was paired with surprised shock as he looked down at the now very bloody mess that was his right arm.

He was bleeding black goo. Ink. He was bleeding ink!

Worse yet, he could feel it!

"No! Merlin no!" Riddle screamed. That only served to upset the wolf more. He gripped the torn limb and made a mad dash to where he knew the basilisk was. She would help him! He knew it, she had no choice but to obey him. It was his birthright!

However, just as he made it to the mouth of Slytherin's large stone head, something blocked his path. An invisible force was forbidding him from entering.

"Foolish boy who thinks he can defeat death" came a chilling voice from nowhere yet everywhere.

Riddle spun with uninjured arm up. His magic used to simply respond to his desires. He wasn't doing wandless, but accidental magic. Yet, nothing was coming to him. All Tom could do was hold his arm up in defense. Not something he had had to rely on for such a long time.

However, to his great surprise, Tom realized the werewolf was not right behind ready to gobble him up. She was paused, ears twitched to noises that were beyond him.

'The voice controls her' he realized. Tom didn't know how but was sure that was the answer. He was both amazed and jealous. A controllable werewolf? Merlin knew what he could do with a tool like that.

"You dare call one of my most loyal Knights a tool!" that bone chilling voice shouted sending genuine shivers down Riddle's spine.

"Who are you!?" Riddle demanded. Anger and fear burned his soul. That made him even angrier. He was Lord Voldemort. No one was allowed to scare him. Not anymore! He made sure of that! He was the frightening one! He was the one with the power! To Tom, he was everything and everyone else were just rude enough to invade his world.

Even his minions were unwanted half the time.

"Do you know who I am!?" was then demanded.

"I know you Riddle" the voice was deep yet almost frail. It was like ice crunching under heavy boots. "I know you fear me" the voice laughed.

"I fear no one! I am Lord Voldemort! Ah!" Riddle went to match the voice's volume; however, he had ended up yelping when Vivian jumped towards him. She landed just a foot in front of him, growling and pacing a little.

It was as if something was managing to hold her back.

"The potion allows my Knight to stay in control enough to recognize me as is needed" the Master gave the short explanation. "I suggest you know your place Riddle" he finished softly. The sound, though soft sent another spike through Riddle's dark heart.

"Who are you?" Riddle asked again. His mind was working double time. If he played his cards right, he might at the very least get out of this situation alive. Then, he could figure out how to take control of the werewolf for his own. To have the power that he felt crackling throughout the chamber!? He'd be more unstoppable than he had ever been before!

Thoughts of using his charming looks and oh so fake, but compelling personality in order to once more get what he wanted ran through his mind.

He didn't know that the multiple eyes watching him heard everything. As if it would have mattered if they couldn't. Riddle was doomed far before he even met his new 'friend'. He just didn't know it.

Little did Riddle know; he was about to see just how screwed he truly was.

An invisible boy with bright green eyes smiled unseen.

How fitting it was that once more Riddle was defeated in the chamber of the man he idolized.

"Since you asked so nicely" the Master taunted. "I am the Master of Death" he saw Tom's eyes widen. "That is correct. I am death itself with my Lady and Knights bringing the cold, changing frost of my presence across the world".

"Death?" Riddle tried to hide his fear. Death was Tom Riddle aka Lord Voldemort's absolute fear. His chosen name showed as much. "Do you mean the death that gifted the three brothers" he attempted. "If so, I have heard much about you" came his attempt at a flatter.

Harry rolled his eyes but spoke none the less. "That is my past. Just as you are Tom Riddle" he said seeing Riddle try to hide a shiver. "You tried to kill me once, in my mortal form" he informed him.

Tom looked confused. "Mortal form?" he asked.

Harry chuckled making Riddle scowl. There was no way Harry was going to waste time explaining how one became the true Master of Death.

Riddle didn't deserve such lessons.

Besides, he could see Vivian and her wolf counterpart both were on edge. They wanted to finish off the threat. Waiting and watching was not the wolf's style. Even with training and wolfsbane, the wolf wanted to finish Riddle then run around. She wanted to enjoy her small gap of freedom before the sun rose. Vivian's concentration was at an all-time limit. She was in attack mode, barely being held back. Even the wolfsbane was having a hard time working once she got it in her head, she had an enemy to dispose of.

"Oh, it's a long story" the Master sighed. Riddle hated being spoken to like a naive child. "I know you are no mere child" the Master spoke on the upset boy's thoughts. "You're a common killer".

Riddle was beyond insulted. 'Common!? I am not common' he thought with hate. That was the very reason he had changed his name. How common was Tom?

Tom wanted to be special. He knew he was. How dare this being not see that!

Before he could speak, the Master continued. "Silence. I grow tired of your voice. So needless. You speak so frequently yet say nothing. Almost like Dumbledore" he teased, knowing how much Riddle would hate that.

Riddle clenched his fists at his sides as he glowered at the spot that he had randomly picked to be responsible for his unacceptable taunts.

His anger even dulled the fear of the werewolf as he was fueled by a familiar hatred. Suddenly, Tom spoke in that oh so comforting and familiar snake tongue, parseltongue. "Rise for your master basilisk and kill this insolent fool" came the order.

Nothing happened. Riddle grew even angrier as he shifted on his feet. Where was his basilisk? She never ignored his call. She answered even when he hadn't known he was talking specifically to her.

He wanted that same rush that came from the night he was created. The night he had used the huge snake to kill the unsuspecting muggle-born Myrtle. That had been one of the best nights in his life.

At least, the extent of life that the diary horcrux knew.

That was the day he was born, though hidden away if ever needed. The day he cheated death.

"Oh, you didn't cheat me Riddle" the Master laughed. Death was laughing at him! "If it so pleases you, you may call me Death. Usually, I am called Master, but given our history, I suppose I can forgive such a name" Harry allowed.

He could feel the amusement from his friends. It was an open secret of a fact that Harry never passed up a chance to mess with Voldemort.

Even before when he wasn't trying to. It was something that just came naturally to him.

Now it was Harry's turn to show his connection to Voldemort. A skill technically given to him by the man, though unwillingly. Then, Harry took the gift back for his own. "We are more connected than you will ever know Riddle" came the parseltongue.

Now Riddle looked like he could be knocked over with a feather.

He had never met anyone who could speak parseltongue. It was supposed to be a Slytherin bloodline trait.

"What? How did you do that?" he asked. It was more amazing than mind reading to him.

Death smiled allowing green orb like eyes show in the distance. "How would you know?" he decided to mess with him. "Your bloodline is so muddled it's a surprise you know who your own mother is. Though, if my mother was a rapist, I wouldn't want to know her either" he saw Riddle's eye tick. "Of course, when I say muddle, you think of-" he didn't finish.

"Though, I never understood that about you elitists" Death had to admit.

"Mudbloods soil our magic lines" Riddle held his head high.

"No" came the simple reply. "You inbreed, creating squibs" Harry dropped on him. "Magic chose each and every muggle-born. Magic deemed them worthy" he breathed out.

Tom tried not to react to that. He hated to admit it, but it actually made some sense. He had often thought similar thoughts, at least when it came to the close marriages of the purebloods. When they taunted him then his mind had thought such thoughts, even if only to ease his own hurt.

Still, Tom had built almost all of his identity around hating mudbloods and half-bloods. He made himself by hating creatures and anything and anyone not a pureblood. Even more so, a pureblood that belonged to the right inner circles. The ones that hated the people he hated.

People like him.

"Self-hate can be so consuming, can't it?" came Death's rhetorical question. "It burns all consuming. I know" he said. He saw that Riddle was once more falling on the only emotion he felt safe in. Anger. "It is far too late for you Riddle" Death knew. "Who knew what a different life we both would have lived if those around us had risen to the occasion. If you hadn't given into the hate, or I to the power".

"How do I know you?" Tom demanded with eyes flying to the still pacing werewolf and then back to the floating eyes. "What do you mean I tried to kill you? Because of the-" he choked on revealing his secret. What if the being didn't know? What if the being thought he was the only soul piece? He couldn't risk it.

"I know" came Death's simple reply. "You thought you could trick me" Death tsked. "Yet, you just drove yourself mad. Mad and paranoid at the age of seventy. So young" he jabbed. It was young in their world. "Couldn't even make it to a respectable one hundred. You came back only to be destroyed by Harry Potter, again" Death went on.

One of Riddle's eyes twitched again. Obviously, a telling habit, a tick that showed the real monster under the human like face. There was that blasted name again! He would find this boy and show him why no one crossed Lord Voldemort.

He just had to get past the self-proclaimed Master of Death and a werewolf.

A dark chuckle broke out throughout the chamber. Deep and full of a knowing glee that put Tom even further on edge. It was cold, like everything about the voice. But there was also an old note to it. As if it was older than he could ever imagine. Yet, that didn't make it sound weak. Quite the contrary.

The voice reeked of power. Power that Riddle could feel throughout his whole body which was also made-up completely of magic. Power that he had only ever dreamed of. Did his older self-have this sort of power? Would he once he was reborn?

"You still think you are going to accomplish your poorly conceived goal?" Death questioned.

"It's not poorly conceived" Riddle sounded a little embarrassed.

"Oh, but it is" Death corrected. "I'm not sure if the minion you entrusted the diary too even knew when he was supposed to release it. He waited twelve years you know" Death commented conversationally. "Really, you were lucky before" Death thought while slightly caught up in memories.

At Tom's confusion, Harry sighed but continued as Death. "Tonight, your time is up" he told Riddle easily. Death carried on through Riddle's arguments and attempts at a rebuttal. "Be happy" Death all but purred. "You aren't trying to bribe me like others" Lockhart came to mind.

"You can't just kill me" Tom argued. "I am the greatest wizard to ever live" he began to yell. These were words Harry was familiar with. He had heard them before.

He remembered each word spoken last time. Even when he was being poisoned and trying to save Ginny with his dying actions. This time all that came out was a simple "No, you're not".

Tom lifted his hands, intent to do...something!

He didn't know what but damnit, he'd do something. He'd force his magic out, wand be damned.

He had forgotten a very important, present fact.

There was a werewolf next to him.

In the next instant, Riddle had what felt like endless razor-sharp teeth ripping open the juncture between his neck and left shoulder. He screamed as Vivian gave sharp shakes treating Riddle like a Dark Lord rag doll. The perfect evil chew toy for one very good Death Knight.

"Hmm" Harry hummed from the shadows. What a lovely sight. 'Wish I had tea and biscuits' he thought, hand going to his chin as he watched happily. It was just a nice little moment, honestly.

For them at least. Riddle was screaming so much Harry had to wonder how he hit that pitch.

If he wasn't so amused with the visual, he'd be annoyed over that damn insistent screaming. Hermione's elbow to the gut helped further dull his ire. Harry was greatly pleased with Vivian. He could practically feel Ron's pride from even here.

Vivian's strong jaws held on as she stood her full impressive height turning to toss the oddly age-stained tinted youth.

He went flying over an invisible Ron before crashing into one of the snake statues.

Riddle made an odd yelping sound as he landed before quickly becoming a bleeding, black puddle mess.

Vivian jumped, landing in a crouch as she began stalking towards Riddle. However, another scent caught her attention. They were close to the exit now, which is where her gaze shot.

Looking at the empty space by the locked chamber door, Vivian released a truly horrific, pants-wetting inducing howl.

Suddenly, three familiar figures shimmered into existence. This was accompanied by long shouts shared between them.

Whatever they had used to disguise themselves had totally fallen. Harry's earlier assault mixed with their present fear now showed the three boys.

Vivian growled; eyes locked on these newcomers. Familiar, yet not. Her body and mind warred with the wolfsbane and curse.

Seeing as she was in full fledge attack mode, something awful happened. Though, it was always a slight, given a very slight chance that such a thing was a risk. The curse seemed to win over the wolfsbane.

"NO!" Ron screamed, seeing the intruders huddled by an injured Riddle.

Not only did Ron not want them to see what was happening, but something even worse happened.

He saw Vivian ready to attack. To kill.

Ron ran to her making the invisibility cloak fall as Harry and the others sent out different spells and shouts as their followers' identities were totally revealed and registered.

The world seemed to explode in spells and noise as the werewolf Vivian was unable to stop herself and made a mad dash ahead.

The three newly revealed boys screamed, holding onto each other and adding to the panic of the room.

"Shite!" Riddle couldn't stop himself. He wasn't alone.

"Bloody hell!" Fred, George and Lee simultaneously screamed now holding onto one another for dear life as what had been their friend rushed towards them with death in her eyes and a glint on her now black smeared canines.

A/N: What do you guys think? I have some special plans for our favorite Death Eater. I'm glad I finally got this up. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I do writing it. Another big thank you to everyone for everything. This was another attempt of a cliffhanger, hope you liked it. Like always, please; review, suggest, and ask. Until next time, stay safe and sane out there.