Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Hogwarts, Gringotts, the Leaky Cauldron or anything else in JKR's wonderful world. Except for the little pebble just in front of the front doors of Hogwarts. I put that there. I might own that. Maybe. But probably not.

A/N: This is a sequel to 'The Stonehenge Event' and the rating is due to torture and premeditated murder. I have received several PMs from readers wanting to know what happened after the Event and what Daphne did to make her smile the way she did that frightened Brian so much. While it's not overly graphic, it may make some people want to skip over that section. I'll use double-scene break indicators to advise when that is about to occur.

It Begins

"Damn it, Harry! If something goes wrong, you get the hell outta there!"

Harry looked down at the young boy, ten, maybe eleven years old, standing in front of him. "George, I have a Plan B if something goes wrong."

The boy scowled up at him. "Harry, I spent over thirty years in the army, and I have personally seen the adage 'no battle plan survives contact with the enemy' play out in almost every action I was ever involved in. Your Plan A sucks almost as bad as your Plan B and dropping down right in the middle of thirty or forty of the enemy virtually guarantees A is going to crash and burn almost immediately and your B of staying there and fighting is only going to make it worse."

Harry grinned at him before looking across the room to where his wives were surrounded by some of the others. "Hermione!"

Without even looking around, his brunette bride replied. "George, Harry's plans never worked out the way he planned them, no matter how much thought he put into them. He finally just got to the point of skipping over Plan A and going straight to Plan B to avoid the embarrassment of watching Plan A fall apart around him."

The boy stared at her for a moment with his mouth open before turning to look up at Harry before face palming. "Oh, God, we're doomed." He lamented.

Harry grinned. "And just wait till your voice starts breaking." He said, knowing how he hated being teased about his prepubescent body.

"At this height it'll be really easy to punch you in the bollocks, and we'll see how high your voice breaks." George growled up at him.

"Don't you dare, George!" Daphne, Harry's other wife, said. "I'm still using those!"

Harry grinned as he watched the boy face-palm again. "Oh, God." He moaned. "Kids these days." He muttered then turned to Daphne. "You know, if you want to have more kids, you've got to stop practicing and just get to it."

Everyone in the room laughed, including Daphne, before she replied. "But I need to practice to make sure I do it right when I want them!" everyone laughed again.

Shaking his head, even as he grinned, George turned back to him. "Look Harry," he spoke in a serious tone of voice. "Just be careful, will you? I mean, you're a kick arse wizard, and from what I understand, more powerful than God, but even a piss poor fighter can get lucky, alright?"

Harry smiled, looking down at the fifty-four-year-old man in a ten-year old's body. "I'll be fine, George. If it gets too dangerous, I'll get out." He told him, acknowledging his worry. "But this is a one chance deal to get them while they're all together. Once they know I'm alive and how powerful I've become, they'll crawl back into their holes and try to figure out how to stop me. I have to do this now while they're surprised and ignorant. I don't want to have to hunt them all down one by one."

The boy looked up and sighed. "Yeah, you're right. It's just that I've commanded troops, and I hated it when I achieved a rank high enough where I had to stay behind and send them out into harm's way." He raised his hand and shook Harry's when he took it. "Just come home alive and uninjured. You've got beautiful baby girls who need their daddy and if the blonde ever decides to quit practicing, you'll have more." He gave a parade ground perfect salute. "Good luck, Harry, and remember, you don't win wars by dying for your country."

"Thanks, George, I don't intend to die." The boy nodded, then walked over to one of the couches in the room and sat down and picked up a magazine.

Harry knew the boy(man) worried about him, and he appreciated the thought, but as he'd said, this was a one-time chance; he had to take it. He did know, however, that he was more than capable of protecting himself from the number of people he was likely to find in the Wizengamot meeting. Even as the ritual at Stonehenge had boosted the power of over three hundred people from squibs to functioning witches and wizards, it had also boosted his and his wives' magical levels as well. He barely had to think to make things happen. Some of the things he could do now were downright astonishing, things he'd never heard of.

Things that were going to surprise the hell out of certain 'fine upstanding citizens.'

Thinking of his wives had him looking across the room where they were talking to several other women. For what they were about to do they had picked an unlikely outfit to do it in. They were both dressed almost identically: black leather halter style crop tops that laced in front, the lacing allowing several inches of cleavage to show through the gap behind it. The leather was supple and thin enough to show the outlines of their nipples, which Harry very much appreciated. They also had a wide expanse of bare skin between the tops and the skirts.

Their skirts were made of the same black leather as well. From their waists they hung down to their ankles and each had four slits up to their hips, two in front and two in back, which provocatively showed their legs when they moved.

Their footwear was thick heeled boots, also black, that clung to their calves almost to their knees.

The only difference between the two was the fact that Daphne had chosen to wear black tights while Hermione had gone with lace topped thigh high stockings. The black strip at her mid-thigh drew Harry's attention every time she moved, the swaying of her skirt allowing brief, tantalizing glimpses of her legs through the narrow gap in the slits.

Well, they'd said they had chosen the outfits to be a distraction. He had to admit, it worked. Every time he saw it, all he could think about was slipping his hand through one of those slits and sliding it over the smooth surface of skin and nylon.

But business before pleasure as they say. "Ladies, are we all ready?"

"Just a moment, Harry." Hermione answered as she turned to the young woman in front of her, who took her face in her hands before leaning in to kiss her on her cheek. She did the same with Daphne. "Now, you girls be careful. Don't go taking any unnecessary chances."

"We will, Grammy." Daphne told her with a smile. "You don't need to worry about us. We'll be back for some of that apple pie you said we'd have for dinner."

The girl, a raven-haired beauty who looked to be about Daphne and Hermione's age, chuckled. "When you get to be my age, it gets to be a habit to worry about the people you care about and you two remind me so much of my granddaughters I just can't help myself."

"Well, just keep an eye on this one." Hermione said, grinning as she nodded towards the teenager standing next to them. "We'd like to come home to a house and not a ruin."

"Hey!" the girl cried indignantly. "I've only blown things up once!"

Daphne pulled her into a hug with a laugh. "We know that, and you've gotten much better since then. We're only teasing."

The girl hugged her back. "Well, stop teasing and get out there and kick some arse. The sooner you get those bastards, the sooner I can see Brian."

"Then I guess it's time." The two of them walked over and kissed Harry. "See you later, Love."

Harry grinned back at her. "Have fun!"

"We will." Daphne replied, with a look that would have chilled him if he knew it was meant for him. Ron had once said Hermione was scary. In his opinion, Daphne could be terrifying.

With each giving a twist, the two women vanished. Now the fun begins. He thought.

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She was concentrating, pouring power into the spell she'd just cast. From the end of her wand a thin beam of light emerged, traveling only a foot before impacting something, something unseen, potentially deadly.

Most ward breakers used methods of brute force to bring down wards such as those surrounding Malfoy manor. They were simply the easiest ways to breach them. But it could take hours or even days to get through them and involve teams of breakers.

There were faster ways to get through them, but they were more dangerous to the breakers for one reason or another and could still take an hour or more.

Hermione didn't have that much time, and she didn't need them down, she just needed to get through them. A needle instead of a sledgehammer. A sledgehammer puts a lot of power over a large area, a needle put that same amount of power into one small point, amplifying the resulting force.

She smiled when a ring appeared around the end of her beam, white and glowing and barely larger than the beam. But it grew, widening quickly until it was a circle tall enough to step through. "Now." She spoke as sweat trickled down her forehead. A moment later she stopped the spell and jumped through the now shrinking hole.

It wasn't five seconds when two 'pops' sounded and she was faced with two house elves, a male and a noticeably younger female. "Hello." She smiled as she greeted them. "Who might you be?"

"Yous must leave." The male growled. "You not…". He collapsed.

The female gaped at his collapse before she too, fell.

Daphne faded into sight as she dispelled her disillusion spell. "Those are the only elves they have." She said as Hermione arranged the two elves in more comfortable positions on the ground. "You alright?"

Hermione had conjured a flannel and was wiping her face. "I'm fine, it was just a lot harder than I thought it would be." She vanished the rag. "Merlin, the Malfoys are paranoid, or just plain cruel. Some of the defenses woven into those wards are beyond deadly." She looked at the manor in the distance. "Change of plan. That was more draining than I planned on, so we trade places."

Her sister-wife nodded. "Works for me." She agreed and tapped Hermione on the head with a finger. When the brunette had vanished, she turned and started walking towards the house.

Once inside Hermione followed Daphne as they searched for any residents.

They, however, found them first. "Lady Black. I'm surprised to see you."

They turned, to find Narcissa Malfoy holding her wand pointing directly at Daphne. "Lady Malfoy. I wanted to speak with your son, so I thought I'd just pop over." Explained the blonde in a cheerful voice. "I hope you don't mind. Is he at home by any chance?"

"I do mind, in fact, since you didn't come through the floo, nor were you invited to do so. Draco isn't here but I'm sure he'll return shortly." The older woman replied, taking a step closer. "How did you get through the wards?"

Hermione hit the unsuspecting woman with a petrificus, then caught her with a levitation charm as she began to topple over. "Why don't you send dear little Draco a message he's needed at home, and we'll get the nice Lady here ready to meet him."

Daphne nodded and looked at a glaring Narcissa. "I'm truly sorry for the indignity, Narcissa, but we need a distraction for the little ferret, and you'll do perfectly. Expecto Patronum!"

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A/N: I'm still alive, the past year has just been really hectic with a lot of things going on. It doesn't help that my muse has been extra flighty and absolutely refuses to have anything to do with House. I've got a half dozen WIPs I've been working on and finally managed to finish this one. Hopefully I'll get some more done soon and get back to the big one. Hope you enjoy it. TTFN! ER