Chapter 321 Old Friends and New Approaches Over the years, the bank to the wizarding world,

, Gringotts, had expanded well beyond being a place to keep valuables and deposit earnings. The schism that had broken open between goblins and wizards had not reached to the board of directors of the bank. In their wisdom, the goblins who ran the bank basically ignored the issues their brethren had with the humans who ran the Ministry of Magic. They also recognized that they could not continue to be the face of the bank, and still hope to expand their interests. To that end, they relied on their human employees to guide their operations, at least on the surface. The goblins who ran Gringotts could not tell one human from another by site, but they did recogniz e talent. That was why the primary operations directorship was given to Raimundo Baretto, who also hired and relied on other, very talented associates. One of those associates was walking confidently down Diagon Alley. She was a tall woman with a smooth, light coffee complexion. She walked upright, with her shoulders thrown back, her long, flowing black hair bouncing behind her as she navigated through the crowd. She smiled inwardly, her full red lips revealing bright white teeth as she caught sight of the glances being tossed her way by the wizards in the Alley. After two children and a decade of hard work, Isabella Ramirez-Thomas still created a stir wherever she went. Despite being a muggle, many of the innovations and growth in Gringotts business holdings were directly attributable to Isabellas direction of the finance division. With Bill Weasley running operations, and Fleur Weasley running retail banking, Raimundo had expanded Gringotts into a financial powerhouse with ties to most of the successful businesses in the wizarding world. Even though they couldnt stand each other, George Weasley and Draco Malfoy had many things in common from a business perspective, namely done through their dealings with Gringotts. What Isabella had created wa s an entity that provided the central financing and monetary basis for the majority of the economy that existed in modern magical Britain. There was a danger in putting so much stock in one financial construct, but given that the wizarding world was so small, there was little that Isabella could do avoid having Gringotts be a target for mayhem. Seamus Finnegans staff acted more than just as muscle. His investigators were proactive in ferreting out schemes and threats that would be able to take the entire wizarding world down in one fell swoop. Raimundos move to become Minister had taken Isabella by surprise, yet, in the end, it made perfect sense to her, that is, until the violence and blood shed started happening. She felt her Puerto Rican blood boil at the loss of Beatrice Dursley. For a brief moment, she imagined this new dark lord in the clutches of a rabid chupacabra. She shook her head. She had no time for day dreams. Before long, she found herself at the doors to the bank and walked passed the security wizards inside. The main teller area was a bustle of activity. Like the Alley, there were hundreds of wizards and witches milling about. High above the grand ceiling area of the lobby, there was a massive calendar of light, displaying the date and the time on an old analog clock face. It was nearing September and she nodded in understanding. It was only a couple of weeks before the new class headed off to Hogwarts. That explained the activity all around and explained the familiar flash of red hair she spotted in the nearest waiting line. You know, you dont have to wait, Ginny. Ginny Potter was in the midst of giving her oldest son a withering glance of warning, and then turned to smile at Isabella. Oh, I know, but I wanted the kids to learn that they are not above anyone else. Without looking, she flicked her hand back and smacked James on the back of the head, just before he could flick his unaware brothers ear. She continued the conversation as if nothing happened. I just h ate this mad rush, but this is the only time we had to get it done.

Isabella smiled and then glanced at James. Are you ready, Senor Potter for your adventure? James beamed, his unruly red locks bouncing in the early morning sunlight. I was born ready. Im going to eat that place up! I wouldnt be so cocky, young man. You still have a lot to learn. Ginny warned, but James was hearing none of it. He pushed his chest outward. Whats there to worry about mum? We know all the faculty and most of the students, heck, my cousin Teddy is a Prefect and Victoire is there too. He held his fingers out, counting off each advantage. Dad didnt know anyone when he got there. Thats true, but its not about who you know James interrupted his moth er. I know, its about who you are. I get it mum. James smirked wildly. Im a Potter and a Weasley, what could possibly go wrong? Isabella and Ginny shared a horrified glance and then burst into laughter. With a knowing smile, Isabella bade the Potter clan farewell and turned towards her office. Her assistant, a tall, blonde haired man with broad shoulders and muscles on his muscles handed her a piping hot cup of coffee as she entered the office. Gracias, Bernardo. Any messages? She sipp ed her coffee. Perfectly made, as usual. Her assistant tended to spoil her. He shook his head and went back to dictating to the quill on his desk. She walked inside her office to find someone sitting at her desk. I thought you were going to Paris. There was a smile in her tone and a sultry lightness in her voice, a tone only reserved for one person. Dean Thomas stood from her chair. Im leaving in a few minutes, but I wanted to see you first. You miss me already? She laughed and threw her arms around his neck. Before he could speak, she planted a kiss on his lips, her full lips robbing him of any decorum or resistance for a brief moment. When they parted, he exhaled heavily and then seemed to shake himself back to alertness. Well, er, yes, I missed you, but thats not the only reason I came to see you. It was a good recovery, but Isabella could see something was bothering her husband. She turned to the ledger he had opened on the top of her desk. What is it, mi amor? She asked, suddenly all business. Well you know that the Ministry has us oversee the auditing of the elections funds as they pass through to candidates. She nodded and Dean pressed on, his finger on a line item. This is Raimundos fund. You see that donation there? She looked, and saw inked in name, D. Malfoy. She nodded. We know that, Dean. George and Lee told you about Dracos involvement in Raimundos campaign. Even Raimundo mentioned it. Why is this important? Dean nodded tersely and pulled out a separate binder. Normally, as part of Raimundos campaign, we dont have access to this, but after he died, we had to audit the books.

The golden script on the ledger read J. Cutter. Dean opened the book and pointed his finger to several entries. Isabella studied the ledger entries and their amounts. Dios mio. Draco Malfoy contributed to Cutters campaign as well? She asked, more to herself. Dean nodded. It looks that way, but why would he push Raimundo out there, heck, he recruited him and at the same time, bring along Cutter? Isabellas eyes narrowed and then she picked up a small bell at the edge of her desk. Ringing the bell, she waited a moment before Bernardo peered inside. You wanted to see me, maam? His aquiline features wer e motionless as she nodded. Yes, I need to send an urgent owl to the Ministry. As he left to fetch an owl, she turned to her husband. I dont know what it means, but wed better bring this up to Harry. I dont like coincidences and it seems very odd that a former death eater brings forwards a campaign supporting two candidates just as a new dark lord rises. I dont like coincidences at all. *** Harry and his command team made their way back up to the upper floor of the Academy. They were all pale from the horror theyd seen below, and were relatively silent for a few moments. Meanwhile, several of Dennis more stouthearted wizards and house elves were busily cataloging and cleaning up the basement. Dennis reached the top of the steps, his gait a little unsteady as he tried to forget what hed seen. Anxious for something to do, Dennis walked up to Harry. Well be done in a few minutes, Harry. Harry nodded and turned to the team. None of this makes sense. Voldemort was horrific, but he never worked at this scale. Were missing something. Theres something that Winters hasnt told us. Mortimer refused to even glance at the door to the basement. Williamson shook his head. The man was afraid for his life. He told us everything he knew. Harry shook his head. Maybe so, but were still missing something. This Westcott cant just appear and become a powerful dark wizard. Something has to be driving this, something has to explain what we saw. Before Mortimer could add his thoughts, their Auror shields began to glow and a shrill caterwaul charm went off. Harry momentarily forgot the horror hed seen as his team sprang to action. The Ministry! Fearing another attack, the Aurors disapparated into the air. *** The main building of the First London Central Hospital was comprised of rich red brick with high ramparts giving it almost the look of a castle. The two men who entered its main doors, one tall and heavy, the other thin and pale, hardly took notice of their surroundings, yet if they had a notion of irony, would have laughed at the thought that their destination was the dungeon in all meanings of the word.

The thin man wore a natty black wool suit in a contemporary European style. His jet black brogans clicked audibly on the faded yellow tile of the old hospital. His platinum hair almost glowed white and his gray eyes were searing, boring straight ahead while conveying the message that he was not one to be trifled with. His companion walked with a loping gait that seemed to belie a hidden dexterity. Despite his size, he walked silently on the tile floor, his soft soled shoes carrying him easily to the lift at the end of the hall. With a quick glance at the directory, the pair entered the open lift and pressed the button for the lowest floor. They stood in the cab, neither man speaking nor were both men looking around. No words were needed, none shared. The only sound was the wheezy struggle of the old lift to continue its journey. Finally, there was a shake and with a chime ringing out, the doors opened and emptied them out into a dark, musty hall. They walked side by side to the end of the hall, where an open doorway beckoned. Inside, was a large room lined with large ceramic tiles and lit by harsh, bright fluorescent lights that cast an intense sheen across the room. The place was filled with two rows of gurneys, each with a sheet covered form atop. In the back of the room, a small radio blared out a warbling country and western song. The men looked farther into the back of the room. There was an operating theater and table and a short, stocky woman, barely four foot seven inches was bent over a body on the table, her feet firmly planted on top of a milk crate as she worked on her patient. The larger of the two men cleared his throat, but she didnt seem to hear him. He looked at his partner who prodded him. This time the man spoke up. Excuse me? The woman turned from her work, a cigarette dangling from her mouth, a long ash balanced precipitously on the end of the burning ember. She had large, round spectacles that were extremely thick and made her eyes seem five times their normal size. When she spoke, her voice came out in a brutal rasp, like sandpaper on china. Line them up with the others. She motioned to the end of the line of gurneys and the turned back to her work. In spite of himself, Draco Malfoy was barely able to suppress a chuckle. He elbowed Dudley to try again. Are you Doctor Quincy? The woman sighed heavily and turned once more. Yes, Im Dr. Quincy, now the ONLY coroner here. As you can see, Im very busy, and I dont have time for solicitors. Draco spoke up. You misunderstand us, Doctor. Were not solicitors. Her bug eyes stared at Draco. Who are you then, Im pretty busy. Wed like to ask you some questions about one of your colleagues. Do you know a Doctor William Westcott? Draco asked. Westcott? Yeah, I know Westcott. Hes the reason Im so far behind. Took off without so much as a word. Bloody layabout. She grumbled. I dont know where hes gotten to. If I did, Id give him a piece of my mind. I havent showered in a week! Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. This had been a dead end, but Dudley spoke up. You said he just left? Did he leave anything behind? Her bulbous eyes seemed to watching both of them at the same time. What? He owes you money or something?

Or something. Draco added. She stared at them and then hopped off her box. Makes no never mind to me. She wad dled over to a box on top of a battered desk in the corner. This is his stuff. Take it. Dudley reached down and picked up the box. Together, he and Draco started leaving. The small woman called out to them. If you find old Willie, tell him that hed better not let me catch him. Ill give him a good thrashing for leaving me in the lurch. Draco paused and faced her, his gray eyes glittering. Ill give him that message, but something tells me that you wont have to worry about Dr. Westcott for much longer. He whirled around and followed Dudley out the door. Dracos response caused the woman to shudder. She glanced around at the gurneys of dead bodies and wondered aloud how soon before her former colleague would be sitting on one of her tables. Chapter 322 Pulling on the Marionettes Strings Father, Im bored. Helga Kaoset tossed her head back, her black hair flying through the air and landing haphazardly on her shoulders. This is taking too long. Despite the fact that shed been aliv e for over ten millennia, there was still a whiny quality to her voice, like that of a petulant child. Her father was standing by a large, plate glass window, looking out at the grand vista of mountains. He turned and placed his hands behind his back. Patience, my dear. All is going according to plan. That fool Westcott is drunk with power and hes playing havoc with the Ministry. Lucas Kaoset smiled evilly. Whats more, that idiot Potter and his henchmen are bound and determined to blame Malfoy for all this. Its going to create a delicious conflict. Helga pouted her lips. I know all that, but isnt there something we can do to prod them along? Lucas studied his daughter for a moment and then sighed heavily. I suppose there is. He walke d out onto a wide veranda. The home resembled a Swiss chalet and the snowcapped Alps in the distance completed the look. In the center of the porch, there was a stone fire pit in the shape of an octagon. There was a bright flame in the pit, that was highlighted by its bright, neon purple glow. Lucas stared into the flame and smiled. Lets see if we cant get old Westcott to move things along, shall we? *** Sean Manchester turned and faced Harry when the head of the Office of Aurors approached the main holding area where Tom Winters had been kept. The smallish Auror shook his head slowly. I dont know what happened, Harry, but it looks like someone breached security and fed that fellow some veritaserum. Sean pointed into the cell, through the one way window on the wall. Inside, Harry saw two healers furiously working spells and potions, in an attempt to revive Winters, who was motionless on the floor. What in Merlins name happened to our security? Who did this? Harry asked, his voiced bearing an undisguised hint of anger. Manchester didnt flinch. It was Malfoy.

Thats ridiculous. Ron replied. Even Malfoy doesnt have access down here. Sean looked up at Harry and leveled a serious gaze at his boss. He had help, Harry. Who? Harry asked. Sean took in a deep breath and then sighed. It was Dudley. *** His office was no longer safe. Draco knew that the interrogation of Winters would bring the Aurors down on him. He glanced over at Dudley, the large man strangely mute as the taxi meandered through the busy London streets. The events of the past few hours had gone by in a whirlwind and for the thousandth time, Draco reminded himself why he allowed this muggle to accompany him on this mission. To be sure, Dudley had gotten him access to the prisoner and as a muggle, had been instrumental in navigating them through Londons Central Hospital. Now, however, they were getting into more of the magical realm. Dudley Dursley, muggle, would have no impact on how this dark lord would be handled. Why was Draco continuing to allow Dudley to accompany him? It could be about family. One thing that could be said about the Malfoys by anyone that knew them was that they were remarkably loyal to family, almost to a fault. Devotion to her son had led Narcissa Malfoy to betray even Voldemort, during the apex of the Battle of Hogwarts. Dudley was family, at least to Domina. So perhaps, this was a reflection of Dracos commitment to family? He shook his head slightly. No. Dursley was a muggle, and while Draco had grown to tolerate half bloods and blood traitors, he still had no real stomach for muggles. Why didnt he simply tap Dudley on the shoulder with his wand and cast the portly man out into the London streets? Its because of Harry. Because of the prolonged silence, Dudleys voice seemed to echo in the cab. Draco turned sharply and stared at his companion. What are you talking about? Youre wondering why youre keeping me around. Im a muggle, after all. Ther e was the barest hint of a smile on Dudleys face. Draco, for his part, momentarily lost control of his composure, a obvious look of bewilderment on his face. How do you know that? Draco finally blurted out. I may be a muggle, Draco, but Im not an idiot. Dudley folded his arms across his chest and stared at Draco. I lived in your world for many years, wondering how I fit in, being a muggle and all. Beatrice helped me find my place, made me realize that I was important. You and Domina always thought that she was showing weakness, but you didnt get that she knew as much about the politics as you did, maybe more. Dracos normal cool returned and he nodded his head slowly. I see. Perhaps I underestimated my late sister-in-law, but why do you say I keep you around because of Potter? This time Dudley broke into a grin. Thats the easy part, Draco. You are using me as a buffer against Harry. You could have gotten into the Ministry without me, but I add an element of delay in case Harry tries to stop you. Does that bother you? That Im exploiting you like that? Draco asked.

Im not being exploited if I know about it, am I? Dudley sat back. You have your agenda, Draco, and I have mine. Mine is simple. Those bastards that killed Beatrice are going to pay, in the only way they deserve. Im not a wizard, but I can help and thats what Im going to do. Silence returned to the cab as Draco contemplated what hed heard. A newfound respect for Dudley was clearly visible on his face. He clutched the box in his lap and watched London pass by the window. *** Youre sure it was Dudley? Harry asked warily. Sean nodded his head. Harry looked into the room. The healers seemed to be stabilizing the comatose patient. Do you think they learned anything from him? More than we did? Sean asked. Maybe, but we wont know until he comes out of it. Will he come out of it? Harry asked quietly. The healers cant be sure. Theyre transferring him to St. Mungos now. We have to wait and see. Sean replied. Harry nodded and then turned to Dennis. I want a permanent guard on him. If he wakes, find me. Dennis nodded and moved to carry out Harrys orders. Ron and Williamson joined him and Sean, as well as Mortimer. Ron p ut a hand on his friends shoulder. What do you want to do, Harry? Well, we dont know what they learned and we dont know what theyre doing. Harry responded. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, while his shoulders seemed to grow taller, mor e erect. Put out an alert on Draco Malfoy and Dudley Dursley. Arrest them on sight. *** It had been almost five hours and Westcott hadnt moved. He sat in his diminutive chair and stared at the glowing light in the lantern, his eyes not even blinking. Caleb Odom stood off to the side, watching Westcott and studiously ignoring the whispers of the huddled surviving Death Eaters. It was like realizing that he was on a runaway car, careening madly towards the edge of a cliff and not able to do a thing about it. Caleb knew what his people were whispering about, but they were bound, like him, by and oath that would mean certain death if they did not follow Westcott. He had to do something, if they were going to survive this madness, Westcotts madness. For his part, Westcott heard the voices emanating from the lantern. Feed meFeed meFeed me Over and over, for hours and hours, the lamp beckoned him. Its light felt like a blanket, surrounding him and warming him. Still, he resisted. He needed more than a voice to commit his horcruxes to its flame. Over time, the tug of war between his desire to keep his horcruxes and the power of the lantern seemed to be a stalemate, yet slowly, his addiction to the horcruxes was slowly winning the battle. Aft er all, hed yet to see what the lantern would do for him. Suddenly that changed. The voice in the lantern was clear, seemingly audible to everyone, even though the others, especially Caleb, did not seem to react. Its time, William. Its time to summon me. Westcott sat up with a start. He spoke back to the voice. Summon you? How? You know how. Its time for the ceremony. Its time for the rise of the Golden Dawn. The voice replied.

In the depths of his memory, Westcott went back to the time before all this. He remembered Woodman, Mathers and himself conducting the ritual that would reveal their benefactor, the source of the power of the lantern. His face grew dark. He also remembered the young man in lavender robes who showed up at the most inopportune of times, the mighty wizard, then a teacher at Hogwarts, who figured out what they were up to and interrupted the ceremony. The mans name was Albus Dumbledore and his appearance had drained the power from the lantern, denying the Order its rightful power. Dumbledore is dead, and you did not have the power of the horcruxes before. How had the voice known what he was thinking? It was right, after all. Dumbledore WAS dead. There was no one who could stop them this time. *** Caleb watched as Westcott stood up. His master swayed unsteadily and then righted himself. Westcott turned and crooked one of his bony fingers, summoning his lieutenant. Caleb approached and bowed at the waist. Surprisingly, Westcott seemed alert, fully aware of his surroundings. He looked directly at Caleb and seemed to smile. Its time, Caleb. Were leaving. Where to, master? Caleb asked nervously. The last time his master had been so lucid, they ended up attacking Diagon Alley and getting half their number killed or captured. Were going to finish what we started, Caleb. Westcott reached down and grasped the lanterns handle. We need to summon the power of the lantern and complete the Golden Dawn ceremony. Caleb tried not to show his confusion. Golden Dawn? What happened to being a dark lord? The Order of the Golden Dawn was something his master had shared with Mathers and Woodman. Didnt his master know that the others were dead? What was this all about? Caleb stood straight up. I dont understand, master. Where are we going? For a split second, the purple light in Westcotts eyes faded, leaving the calm brown, human irises behind. Westcott almost looked human. He smiled, looking like a kindly old man at Caleb and then reverted back to his old form, the fire of lavender light blazing in his eyes. You have no need to understand, Caleb. Get the others ready. We are leaving for Avebury within the hour. Dont leave anything behind. We will not be coming back here. Westco tt turned and placed the lamp back on the table and returned to staring at it. Caleb stared at Westcotts back and sighed. He slowly turned to inform the others. In the back of his mind, he wondered if any of them would be left to return to anything. *** Harry closed the front door behind him and dropped his bag near the closet in the foyer. He paused and listened for any sign of the family, bustling about. It was late in the evening and the kids were probably in bed by now. He walked up the front stairs and down the hallway. He paused at each door on his way, ducking his head into each one, checking on his children. First there was James, a mild smirk on his face, showing his confidence to the world, ready to take on the challenge that was Hogwarts.

Harry smiled: if only hed been that confident when he got off the Hogwarts Express for the first time. Harry made a mental note to remind himself to spend some time with James before he left. No matter what anyone said, once they left for Hogwarts, a part of them never quite returns home. He moved on to the next room and looked in on Albus. Unlike the devil-may-care look on James face, Harry saw a crease between Albus eyebrows, as if he were frowning with worry. James departure would be especi ally hard on Albus, who practically idolized his older brother. Albus looked so much like Harry, the unruly dark hair, the look of wonder, the tinge of anxiety. All could be seen, even as he slept. Albus was a reflection of Harrys own fears as his oldest son prepared to leave the nest. Finally, he stopped at Lilys room. Her bright red hair was layered across her pillow, like a halo around the head of an angel. No matter how hard he tried, she practically owned him. Ginny liked to joke about how wrapped around Lilys finger Harry was, and it was true. Even in sleep, Lily warmed his heart. He sighed and then felt the warmth of arms encircling his waist and the breath of his wife warming his back. He turned and faced Ginny, the troubles of the day slowly fading away, lost in the beauty of her face. She smiled and held a finger to her mouth, unnecessarily reminding him to stay quiet. She grasped him by the hand and led him to their bedroom at the end of the hall. Every so often, shed look back and smile, the gesture sending bolts of lightning through him, from head to toe. After all these years, she looked even more beautiful than he could remember. Her red hair bounced below her shoulders, her smile highlighted by the freckles on her cheek. Her brown eyes danced in the moonlight, with the memory of their years together and the promise of more to come. By the time they got to their room, Harry had completely lost himself in her love. There would be time enough to talk about what was going on in the world, to talk about dark lords, family betrayal and his sons leaving. Thered be plenty of time for the weight of responsibility to place itself firmly on his shoulders and wear him down. For now, her smile was enough to lift his troubles. She stopped and stood on her toes, craning her neck upward and tilting her chin towards him. His hand strayed to her head and pulled her lips the final distance to his own. They kissed, lightly at first. The tingle of emotion passing through them like a current and slowly they became more furtive, more impassioned. Her arms wrapped around his neck and together, they pulled each other closer, lost in the forever that was true loves kiss. They didnt hear the soft pad of small feet in the hall. The door to their room slowly shut, as if by magic and a small, hunched over gray figure was muttering to himself as he waved a gnarled hand over the door, locking it. Kreacher rarely smiled, but for the moment, he allowed himself a moment to bask in the happiness his master was feeling. Such moments had been rare, of late, and there was nothing manmade or magical that would rob his master of this moment. With one more check of the children, Kreacher made his way to a small chair at the top of the stairs. Slowly, he sat down, happy to be standing guard over another of his masters loving moments. Happy that the moment had returned, at long last.

Chapter 323 Narrowing the Focus The old factory reflected the hard times of the surrounding neighborhood. Its once bright red brick walls were faded and chipped, the large, expansive windows boarded up and broken. The taxi tore off down the street, its driver mindful of the rundown condition of the surrounding area. Draco and Dudley stood before the padlocked gates of the property, neither taking particular note of their surroundings. What is this place? Draco asked. Dudley shrugged his shoulders, ignoring the weight of the box he was carrying.

Its one my Dads old factories. When the recession hit, he h ad to close some of them. Let me get the key. Dudley fumbled with the box as he tried to free his hand and reach into his pocket. No need. Draco grumbled and waved his wand casually. The padlock snapped and the gates swung open with a loud creak. Dudley looked over at Draco and rolled his eyes. You might want to keep that to a minimum. Theres no telling what kind of attention youll draw. What do I care? Theres no one here that will challenge us. Are you afraid, Dudley? Draco asked with a sneer. No, but as I recall, the Aurors pay particular attention to any reports of magic done in the muggle world. Are you that ignorant, Draco? In a way, Dudley seemed to match Dracos condescending response. Draco knew he should have been angry, yet he wasnt. In fact, he was almost impressed at how quickly Dudley had responded and in the manner. It was conceivable that if Dudley had shown the slightest bit of weakness, Draco would have considered leaving, then and there. Instead, he nodded. Lets go. *** Harry stood before the large, ornate fireplace, his hands behind his back, taking in the overly dramatic oil painting hanging above the mantle. The hair on the back of his neck was standing on edge, and the briefest tinge of anger passed through him. The painting had three figures, a family standing in a pose. They were not smiling. The three of them were haughty and as they moved there was a decided arrogance in their poses. Given that all three of their real life doppelgangers were alive, Harry knew that there would be no interaction with the painting, and even if pigment based people could talk, Harry rather doubted that they would deign to talk to him. A voice brought him out of his study, forcing him to turn around quickly. My in-laws, rather impressive, arent they? The silky smooth, yet utterly cold voice of Domina Malfoy focused Harrys attention. He gestured back to the painting of the three Malfoys; Lucius, Narcissa and Draco, done sometime around Dracos fifth year at Hogwarts. I guess thats in the eye of the beholder. My recollection of Dracos parents is less than cordial. The barest hint of a quiver around the edge of Dominas lips was as close to a smile as she was capable of. Instead she motioned to the large chairs in front of the fire. Harry nodded and waited until the beautiful golden haired woman sat, then followed suit. I suppose that is true, considering how close both Lucius and Narcissa came to killing you. Harry had no response and she continued. Of course, were it not for Dracos intervention both times, you would not be here, isnt that right, Harry? I suppose that a case can be made. Why do you ask a question that you already know the answer to? Harry settled back and steepled his fingers in front of his face. Because thats why you are here, right? Youre hear because of what you think Draco might or might not have done. She didnt acknowledge the small house -elf who appeared and left two glasses of sherry on the table between them. I just wanted to make sure I reminded you how much you owe my husband, Mr. Potter.

Fair enough, Domina, but understand, as I see it, Draco and I are more than even. Harry reached down and took a sip of his drink. And even if we werent even, that would not stop me from finding out the truth. I see. Domina fixed Harry with a stare, her icy blue eyes boring into him. She broke the gaze and waved her hand. You dont have any of your minions here with you. Dont you want to play good cop/b ad cop with me like you did my husband? For a moment, Harry hesitated. He had no idea if she was toying with him or she was serious. He decided to play it straight. I dont need anyone to talk, right? You are a member of the Ministry. Im just ask ing questions. I should be in no danger. Completely out of character, Domina laughed. Harry was surprised at how warm and pleasant her laugh was. For a moment, she resembled her late sister Beatrice. As quick as it came, it disappeared and the severe woman returned. Youre in no danger, Mr. Potter. Ask your questions. Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Wheres Draco? Domina tilted her chin upward and shook her head. Now Harry, that is such a direct question, its so unlike you. You expect a wife to tell you where her husband is? Youll have to do better than that. Harry took a breath of air and settled in his seat. Why did Draco pretend to support Raimundo Baretto for Minister and then throw his support behind Cutter? Domina nodded. Thats much better, Harry. To answer your question, he wanted to influence the Ministry. John Dawlish allowed too many do-gooders in his cabinet and was quite against business. I often laughed because Draco found himself missing Arthur Weasley. Harrys gaze conveyed his doubt. But why the misdirection? It makes him look involved with this dark lord. It makes it look like hes behind it. Harrys tone told Domina that he didnt believe it, but in all things with public relations, something she was quite familiar with, perception was reality. I see your point, Harry, but the double move was to throw George Weasley off. Draco knew that Weasley would gravitate to a candidate that opposed Dracos choice. The only logical choice was Percy Weasley. That would dilute the vote and put Cutter in. Is Draco involved with this new dark lord? Harry asked. Of course not. I thought you knew my husband. Domina watched Harrys eyebrows rise. I dont mean that youre friends, but you know his history. He didnt even want to be a follower of the original Dark Lord. Hes someone that turned in both his father and his mother to the authorities. Do you really think that hed follow some usurping amateur at this stage of the game? Harry shook his head. No, not really. Harry crossed his arms. That doesnt explain why he and my cousin interrogated a prisoner and why they, for all intents and purposes, seriously injured the only lead weve got. You havent been paying attention then, and you dont know your cousin very well. In fact, knowing that Dudley is your cousin, Im very disappointed in you. What do you mean, disappointed? Harry asked.

What would you do if Hermione Weasley was murdered? The question was like a cold bucket of water in Harrys face. Thats an absurd question. Is it? I think not. Youd move the heavens to find and punish who did it, wouldnt you? The look on Harrys face told her shed hit a nerve. Its the same with Draco. Beatrice was my sister. We havent always gotten along, but she was my sister. She was family. Draco is doing what he must to bring this animal to justice. No matter who he hurts? Is that why hes dragging my cousin into this? Harry asked angrily. Domina stood and pointed a pale finger at Harrys face. You dont know anything. Dudley came to us. He wants justice for his wife and he came to us because obviously he didnt think he was going to get it from you. Each word was like a dagger in Harrys heart. Had he been so callous? He stood and paced the room. Im doing everything I can. Im doing everything the law allows. And that is precisely why Dudley went to Draco. The words were clear because they rang true. Dominas voice lowered. Back to my original question, youd do anything to avenge Hermione Weasley. You wouldnt worry about the law, or the consequences. Back when you were fighting the Dark Lord, you didnt worry about such niceties. You do what you have to do. Thats what family is all ab out. Perhaps Dudley knew that Dracos concept of family duty was far superior to your own. Harry shuddered, her words echoing in his head. She started walking from the room. Now you know why. The real question, Harry Potter, is what are you prepared to do? The question hung in the air. Harry could almost see the words hanging in front of him. Domina smiled. You can show yourself out. She turned her back on him and left the room. *** The air in the old managers office was stale. It stank of old cigarettes and toner. Dudley placed the box down on the desk and began emptying its contents. At first, they were the trinkets collected by a lonely old man over the years. There were years of service plaque, several coffee mugs, some compact disks and various memoranda. At the bottom of the box were two books. One had a faded paper cover over the binding, its words worn away by time. The other was a black and white composition book. Dudley handed the book over to Draco and began leafing through the notebook. Draco opened the book and studied the inside cover. He spoke more to himself than to Dudley. Dogma and Ritual of High Magic by Eliphas Levi, member of the Order of the Golden Dawn. Draco turned to the pages. Inside were discussions of various rites and ceremonies, mostly concerning inane things like rain dancing or fertility magic. Draco snorted at the quaintness of the spells, which relied cheap theatrical accoutrements then any real magic. Certain sections were dog eared. He scanned through them and then clapped the book shut. Well this was a waste of time. Draco snorted. Maybe not, Dudley said excitedly as he pointed to a section in the notebook. It says here that the Order of the Golden Dawn started out as a lark, a place for amateurs to pretend they were part of a magical secret society. Well thats pretty obvious. Draco interjected, but Dudley ignored him.

It included such Victorian literary figures as Yeats, Arthur Machen and Algernon Blackwood. Most of the time, they sat around, took opium and practiced their rituals. It was a man named Samuel Mathers that introduced tarot to magical practices. Dudley flipped the page. Somewhere along the line, one of the members, an Eliphas Levi came into possession of a lantern while on holiday in Finland. The lantern contained strong magical properties, an aura that made even the most inept wizard among them exceptionally powerful. The lantern, though, had to be fed. It became all consuming. What did it need to be fed with? Draco asked. The life force of innocents, muggle or magical. Dudley replied. The group began to show up on the radar of the local Ministry, especially after some very high profile ritualistic murders in Whitechapel. Draco nodded. Jack the Ripper. Right. Dudley concurred. You know, its always been theorized that Jack the Ripper may have had medical knowledge. So? Two of the four leaders of the Order were Dr. William Woodman, Dudley paused. Draco picked up on his thoughts. And our own dear departed coroner, Dr. William Wynn Westcott. Things were starting to make sense. What happened to the lantern? Dudley laughed out loud. It says that the Ministry asked the most capable wizard of the time to track down the Order. At the time, he was Head Boy at Hogwarts, but so accomplished, he filled in as the Transfiguration teacher for a time. He was both a student and a teacher at the same time. Dudley smiled. His name was Albus Dumbledore. Draco couldnt help but laugh. How did Dumbledore stop them? It says here that he confronted them during their Golden Dawn Ceremony. During the fight, he sent a curse that struck Levi while he was adding the captured life forces to the lamp. The effect released the souls of the dead and drained the lantern somehow. When the lantern was drained, it took away the remaining members powers. Draco scratched his chin. Somehow, this lantern must have been reignited. Draco turned and looked at Dudley. Does it say why they were performing this ceremony? Dudley shook his head. It ends right after describing Dumbledore. Something in Dracos head bugged him. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers and picked up the old book. He flipped through the pages to a dog eared section. The Golden Dawn Ceremony is designed to summon the one who created the lamp. Once summoned, darkness and light will intermix, creating chaos, the perfect state for magic. Draco tapped the page. This is what they were after. This is what theyre going to do. Great, now all we need to do is figure out when and where its going to be. Dudley said. Draco smiled. Thats the easy part. These fools were sure compulsive about documenting everything. I know precisely where and precisely when.

Really? Where and when, then? Dudley asked. Where? Avebury Stone fields. When? August Thirteenth. Draco said triumphantly. How do you know that? Dudley asked, still a bit skeptical. Draco pointed to the book. The ritual can only performed at Avebury. And the date? Dudley asked. It has to be done during a certain type of astronomical event. It has to be done during a meteor shower. There are only a few that you can predict and the Perseid Meteor Shower peaks at midnight on the thirteenth of August. Draco said. He noticed the incredulous look on Dudleys face. Silently, the pair repacked the box. Dudley finally broke the silence. We should send this stuff to Harry. At lease hell know whats going on. Dudley said. Draco nodded. Especially in case we fail. The thirteenth is only the day after tomorrow. They finished packing and turned to leave. I cant believe it. How did you know that there as a meteor shower? Dudley asked. Draco stopped and looked around, as checking to make sure they werent being overheard. He spoke in a low voice. Just because I didnt like Astronomy doesnt mean I didnt learn anything. Oh, come on. Dudley chortled. Ok, ok. Draco surprised Dudley because the normally stoic man blushed. Scorpius loves astronomy and he told me about it the other day while we were stargazing. Dudley smiled at the thought of Draco Malfoy, bad boy extraordinaire, laying out in an open field with his young son and pointing at the stars. Draco hesitated for a moment and then drew his wand. And if you tell anyone about this, Ill turn you into a toad. Dudley laughed despite the wand pointed at him. Your secret is safe with me. Draco smiled and stowed his wand. Come on. Lets go. The pair left the grimy factory behind and walked out into the night. Dudley shook his head. How are we going to get a cab at this time of night and in this neighborhood? Chapter 324 Family The sun set over the low rolling hills near the small village of Avebury. The summer heat of the day was slowly giving way to the cool breezes of the night. The countryside was dotted by hundreds of small, one family, farms that created a quilted patchwork of colors in the fading light. The fields boasted gentle slopes, grand trees and Neolithic stones, sitting upright across the horizon. The residents had long retired for the evening, the farm animals had settled in for the night. Consequently, there was no one about to hear the telltale crackle and thunder that marked the arrival of a magical person during apparition. In the

lee of a tall elm, six figures appeared in a swirl of green light and smoke. William Westcott and his Death Eaters had finally arrived in Avebury. Caleb Odom was instantly alert, his wand out on the search for any stray passers by. He only slightly relaxed when he realized that they had managed to arrive, undetected. He turned towards his compatriots and pointed in four different directions with his wand. Silently, they fanned out, checking the area to make sure that they were, indeed, alone. Once the four had gone on their way, Caleb turned and approached the desiccated figure of his master, the man his fate had been interminably tied to, William Westcott. Westcott, to Caleb, seemed even frailer, smaller somehow, his body stooped over, and his head bereft of any hair. His skin was pale, with a faint greenish hue and his breathing was raspy. Still, Westcotts eyes burned bright lavender which seemed to penetrate anyone that stared back at him. The battered lantern was firmly gripped in one hand, while the other idly fumbled with the diminished cards that he never let out of his grasp. Caleb hid a mental sigh, the regret over the pact hed made rearing its head while he stared at the madman his master had become. The point of the fact was that Caleb accepted that he was already a dead man, it was now just a question of how and when. From the looks of his master, the when seemed to be coming up pretty soon. What are you orders, master? Caleb bowed deeply at the waist. Westcotts eyes had been darting around and when Caleb spoke, he jumped slightly, as if noticing the tall, lanky wizard for the first time. He turned his gaze upward, as if checking the position of the sun. It will be dark soon. We have much to prepare. Tomorrow, all will be complete. His masters cryptic response caused a shudder to cascade down Calebs spine. He waited a moment and began unpacking the bag on his shoulder. *** The rows of broken down buildings came together in a dead end as the cab dropped Draco and Dudley off. Dudley paid the fare and took a brief look around. The buildings were not dissimilar from the muggle buildings that marked the entrance to Diagon Alley and for a moment, Dudley imagined that they were at another entrance to some magical enclave. He turned and looked at Draco, who was standing with his legs apart, his arms at his side, staring at a corner where two buildings came together. What is this place? Dudley asked. He began walking towards Draco who spun around and stared at Dudley. This place? Draco waved his hand around. Im afraid this is the place you get off. Dudley shook his head, as if disbelieving his ears. You cant. He walked towards Draco, his arms out. Dracos arm swooped upward, his wand snapping into place and the tip stopping Dudley just short of reaching him. The corner of Dracos mouth turned upward slightly. I can, and I will. Dudley sat back. What about all that tripe you and Domina said about family and honor? Oh, I believe in that. In fact, I owe Mr. Westcott for more than just Beatrice, but you wont be part of it. Draco said, his tone almost apologetic, almost. You cant do this without me. I have a say in this, Draco. Dudleys voice was more pleading than hed wanted. Im part of this. I helped you.

Dracos smile turned into a sneer. You? What help can a muggle be to me? This is a battle between the big boys, youd just get in the way. Please, Draco. I have to be part of this. The pain of his wifes death and his need to have closure exuded from Dudleys face, trying to play on his companions basic compassion. Draco Malfoy was many things and through his life, hed seen his emotional range grow and change. Unfortunately for Dudley, compassion for muggles, even those married to his sister-in-law, was not part of that change. Hed tolerated Dudley and on some level understood the larger mans need to be involved. Hed accepted Dudleys help in navigating the arcane rituals of the muggle world, but now, there was nothing he needed nor wanted from Dudley. Dracos sneer lessened somewhat. He flicked his wrist and Dudleys wallet and cell phone appeared in his hands. Im sorry, Dudley. Rest assured that by the time you figure a way to get back to Potter, Ill have taken care of this dark lord in my own way. Draco bowed slightly and waved his wand. In a flash of green smoke and light, he disappeared, leaving Dudley staring and stranded in a darkening and dismal neighborhood. Dudley looked at his hands and crammed them into his pockets. Draco had taken every means that he had to get away from here. Hed emptied the entire contents of Dudleys pockets. Except Dudley pulled his hand out of his right pocket and stared at the ball of lint in his hand. To the casual observer, the stringy mass was just a remnant of a poor sewing job on Dudleys pants, but Dudleys trousers were dark blue and the ball of lint was red. Dudley stared at the lint and sighed, as if weighing a heavy decision. Then he shook his head and transferred the lint to his left hand and shoved that hand into his left pocket. He took a deep breath as he was enveloped in a swirling, spinning mass of light and smoke and then he was gone. *** Harry barely noticed the wild cacophony of sound as children ran wild through the Potter home. His focus was devoted to a piece of parchment that had just been owled over by Mortimer. Winters had regained consciousness and Harry was reviewing the transcript of the interview. Unfortunately, there wasnt a whole lot to go on. Williamson had taken a team to the hospital that Westcott used to work at, to no avail. Theyd run into another dead end, as they realized that Dudley and Draco had been several steps ahead of them. He sighed and looked up from the scroll, in time to see Kreacher appear and snatch up Lily and apparate away just before James could hit her with the water balloon he had in his hand. The balloon sailed through the air, and out the door, striking Ron, who was just about to knock. Blimey! If you didnt want us to visit, just say so. Ron held the door open as water dripped from his hair. A noticeably bemused Hermione led Rose and Hugo into the Potter home while Ron shook his fist at James who was perfectly happy with the result of his attack. Im going to get you James, you watch it. James stuck his tongue out at his uncle and then ran off. Ginny arrived at the door to greet her brother and sister-in-law. Without looking up the stairs, she raised her wand and tapped it with her index finger. She was rewarded by a loud yelp. James stuck his head over the banister, he was rubbing his ear. Ouch, Mom! What was that for? Me and Uncle Ron play like that all the time. He whined plaintively. Ginny relented and looked up at her eldest son. I told you to stop picking on your sister and you know youre supposed to be getting your trunk ready. Now get to it!

James sighed and his head disappeared from view. Ginny shook her head. Sometimes, I tell you, I dont know if Ill survive that boy. Hes a living, breathing hurricane of trouble. He knows we have a lot to do still, before he has to go to Hogwarts. Merlins beard, we cant even get the Diagon Alley s hopping done without him getting into something. He definitely is a Weasley. Hermione smiled knowingly at her friend. Youre going to miss him, arent you. Ginny nodded sheepishly. Terribly. She and Hermione shared a brief smile and Ginny looked up at Ron. What brings you by, anyway? Ron smiled. I know were getting together at Mum and Dads on Sunday, but we wanted to bring you your present. Hermione held out a neatly wrapped present. Youre a day late, her birthday was yesterday. Harry chimed in. Today is the 12 of August. Ron shrugged. That wont stop her from opening her gift, now will it. Ginny grabbed the package. It certainly will not. She unwrapped the paper and gasped. She placed the package on a nearby table and pulled out a camera by its carry strap. It looked like an ordinary muggle Polaroid camera, made of flat black and gray plastic with a large red button, but there also was a small comet on the side which told Ginny that it was a special camera. She put the camera to her eye and snapped a picture. There was a gentle whirring sound and square, blank plastic picture came out. She held it up and handed it to Harry who smiled. The picture slowly came into focus. At first, it looked like any other wizarding world snapshot, with the figures moving but as Harry moved the picture around in his hand, he was able to zoom in tighter, beyond his figure in the picture and actually see things hidden behind objects, like a shoe behind the couch. Ginny was giddy. She threw her arms around Hermione and then Ron. Thanks, its wonderful. Ive always wanted a Zoom-gotcha Instamatic. Its perfect. Her revelry was interrupted by an insistent knock at the door. Harry held up his hand. Ill get it. Maybe its Seamus with a box of chocolates. Really, Harry, you need to get over the whole alternate timeline thing. Its not like I like him now. Although, he is quite a dancer, hmmm Harry rolled his eyes and pulled open the door. He stopped suddenly and gasped. His reaction caused Ron to turn. Who is it Harry? Harry didnt hear Ron. Instead, he stared out at the porch. Dudley. Hello, Harry. Dudley was standing outside and nodded to his cousin. We need to talk.
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Chapter 325 Ceremony The south of England roiled under the weight of a freakish mid-August storm. Massive thunderheads swooped in from the Continent and made their full fury felt amid the rolling hills and glens of county of Wiltshire. In the center of Wiltshire, the small village of Avebury found its residents huddled together against the fury of the storm. Avebury was a middling town, hardly exceptional from the villages in the surrounding countryside except for the dozens of henges that surrounded it in the fields and farms that bordered the town. Ancient stone circles were plentiful around the village, mostly now a tourist

destination and yet no one had any real idea about the nature of the rocky formations. The circles had been around for centuries, even thousands of years, their weathered stones standing firm against the corrosive hand of Mother Nature. As the villagers remained inside their shuttered homes, there was movement and activity around one of the more remote rock circles to the west of town. For the most part, the stones that comprised the henges near Avebury were made of hardened sandstone, ranging in color from a light tan to a dark brown. The circle that Westcott had selected was different. The ninety eight stones of the circle were made of smooth, glassy obsidian. They were black as night and had a sheen that seemed out of place for this ancient area. The entire circle seemed immune from the torrential downpour that was buffeting the area and for good reason. The storm had been conjured up by Westcott to keep prying eyes away from their labors. The self-styled dark lord stood off to the side as his minions prepared the site. Westcotts gnarled and bony hands rested on a long stick made from sinewy oak. It was mottled and bent, twisted, like West cotts soul. His purple eyes were constantly moving, watching the work going on. In his off hand, he held his five remaining horcruxes, the high cards of his deck. Hed fed the rest to the voracious lantern, which was on the ground next to him, its own light pulsating as if in anticipation of tonights events. Westcott stared up into the circle of clear sky that hed left above the henge. Already, he could see the bright red dot of the planet Mars as it moved towards its rendezvous with its sister planets. Once every decade or so, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn would align in the night sky, making conditions optimal for the Golden Dawn Ceremony. The Ceremony had been conceived by the original members to identify and release their main benefactor, the person who created the lamp. Only through the ceremony could the members find the true power of the Dark Arts. In the center of the henge, the death eaters had burned in an octagon. Off to the side, Caleb was stirring a liquid bubbling in a large cauldron. Every so often, the lanky aide would toss in a preserved snake and stir the pot. Across from the pot was a triangle made from the skins of snakes. That would be where his benefactor would appear when the ceremony was completed. Westcott looked back up into the sky and squinted. The sun was rapidly plunging towards the earth. Soon, night would fall and they could begin. *** Draco pulled the front of his heavy raincoat tighter across his chest as he walked through the streets of Avebury with the rain pounding down heavily around him. He didnt seem to notice the torrent and was only mildly aware of the three figures walking with him down the street. One was a tall man, with closely cropped blonde hair and eyes that roved to and fro, looking for trouble. His next companion was a short, yet shapely woman with dark red hair, made even more so by the rain and bright green eyes. Her beauty belied the dangerous grace of her walk and the thoroughly competent way she covered the larger mans back. The last figure was an even more beautiful woman, with radiant platinum hair and cold blue eyes. She didnt seem to notice the rain. In fact, the droplets seemed to avoid her altogether, as if by magic. She too, kept a constant vigil in the street. They walked together and exited the west end of town and immediately fell in line down the a single country lane. They passed a sign that told them the Obsidian Henge was still a couple of kilometers ahead. Draco stopped at the sign and nodded to his larger companion. Were close. He had to talk a bit louder to be heard against the rain. He turned and faced the taller man. Lockley, why dont you go ahead and scout the clearing? We need to see what were up against. Gavin Lockley nodded and then, surprisingly for a man his size, bounded into a nearby hedgerow and disappeared into the murky night. Draco paused for a moment and then looked at the red haired woman. Captain Innes, would you give me a moment alone with my wife? Muireall Innes frowned openly. She stared at Draco sullenly and then muttered. Remember, Mr. Malfoy, I do this for you, the Aurora is mine, free and clear.

Draco returned his own frown. I gave you my word, Captain Innes. She grunted and the walked a bit further down the path. Draco sighed heavily and turned towards Domina. She stared down her nose at her husband. For a moment, a glimmer of warmth touched her pale blue eyes and the disappeared as she got down to business. We should be on them soon. Are you prepared? I am. Draco reached into a side pocket and withdrew a large basilisk fang. I am ready for anything. Are you? Domina leaned forward, pressing her face close to his. No quarter, Draco. These people must pay for Beatrice. I know, Domina. I can do it. The doubt in her eyes echoed the doubt in his own mind. He harkened back to a time before, when hed been told to kill another person. Hed hesitated then, as well. But this time, this Westcott deserved what he got. He stood straighter, his shoulders back. He looked at his wife. I can do it. There was a rustle of branches as Gavin Lockley returned. Theyre just up the glen. Its not far. Draco smiled grimly and motioned for Gavin to lead the way. *** Are you sure, Harry? Rons voice did not contain fear. Its timber was that of a person full of worry. Harry could scarcely blame his friend. Harry was worried too. They trudged through the western entrance to the national historical park that made up the Avebury stone circles area. The rain hadnt made their efforts any easier, but Harry was grateful that the weather at least provided some cover for their approach. He glanced back at his friend, but did not stop walking. Of course Im sure, Ron. Harrys mind went back to the pathetic figure of his cousin. Dudleys sudden appearance at his home had, at first, made Harry want to bring Dudley into the Ministry, yet once Dudley had told him why hed acted as he had, Harry finally understood. Combined with his conversation with Domina, Harry resolved himself to take matters into his own hands. It was only natural that Ron would come with him, and Harry appreciated his friends presence. Ron accepted Harrys response at face value and pointed towards a flickering light up the way. Thats got to be them. Harry saw the light and took a deep breath. Lets go. *** Westcott was standing in the middle of the octagon. At each corner, there was a small metal lamp, a miniature version of the lamp that Westcott so carefully gu arded. That lamp was placed at Westcotts feet, its light pulsating bright and dim, casting his face in a deathly shadow. Four of his death eaters were standing outside the octagon, equidistant apart. They wore bright red robes and were holding copies of the book, Dogma and Ritual of High Magic by Eliphas Levi. They were murmuring from the book. Off to the side, Caleb Odom was standing over his cauldron. Westcott allowed himself a smile. The cauldron held his Hell broth, containing basilisk blood, preserved snakes and incense of mercury among other things. Westcott sighed and held up his hands. The arrival of his benefactor was near. Yet, nothing happened He looked down momentarily at the lamp. Its pulse was getting weaker and weaker. Westcott looked at his remaining horcrux cards and fretted. His master had promised ultimate power. Sweat poured down

his pale, bony forehead. He grimaced to himself. Maybe ultimate power required ultimate sacrifice. He bent down and opened the small door to the lantern. He took a deep breath and one by one, fed the remaining cards into the lantern. He stood and waited. The purple light in the lantern grew stronger, billowing out in an explosion of heat. Individual rays shot from the lantern and struck the lamps at the edges of the octagon, creating an eight spoke wheel of light, with Westcott at the apex. The broth in the cauldron bubbled and then turned into a tumult, rising into the air above the octagon where a beam of light rose up from the lantern and struck it. The liquid morphed into steam and then into the figure of a large snake, hissing and snapping in the air. Its fangs, though vaporous, seemed sharp and deadly and its eyes glowed a brilliant shade of lavender as it howled in the night air. Westcott felt the power cascading through his body. He turned to face the triangle just outside the octagon. A bright white light emanated from the snakes mouth and encircled the triangle. There was a loud explosion and a suddenly, the figure of a man appeared in the triangle. It was Lucas Kaoset, but when he spoke, his real identity came forward. Well done, Westcott, well done! His voice thundered across the henge. I am Loki, and now, we shall see what chaos can bring! He raised his hands u p to the sky and laughed. *** Caleb stood mesmerized by the cavalcade of images that were passing in front of him. Absently, he stood by the empty cauldron and shook his head. Loki? Thats who he served? He muttered balefully to himself and hung down his head. As he did, he caught sight of some movement at the far end of the henge. His instincts told him it was something out of place. He snapped his wand into his hand and looked closely. His breath stuck in his chest and he raised his wand. *** Westcott basked in the adoration and praise of his master. Chaos, he realized, was exactly what he craved. He didnt care so much about the dark arts, nor did he want to master magic, he realized. What he wanted was pure, unadulterated confusion. He was to be an instrument of chaos. He cackled to himself. The lantern didnt represent a side of magic, but a state of being that made good and evil be in constant conflict, thus chaos. He stared unabashedly at his master. This feeling was worth the sacrifice of his horcruxes. What did mortal life matter when he would be the agent chaos? A voice echoed in the night, snapping him back to reality. Master, get down! It was Calebs voice. Westcott looked out, confused, but in time to see the greenish light streaking towards him. He willed his knees to collapse and he fell to the ground, Dracos killing curse barely missing him. He stared out at the rocks at the far end of the henge and growled. He looked over at Loki, who simply smiled and waved his hand. The large snake exploded in a mist of smoke and vapor, which divided into four pieces. The pieces charged into the four wizards that had been participating in the ritual. The vapor and water entered through their ears and nose, and they shook, as if their essences were being taken over. Their cries became growls and hisses at they continued to transform. *** Draco cursed under his breath as his spell missed. He stepped out into the open, his companions at his side. He turned and faced them. Do what you will with the others, but Westcott is mine. He rumbled. No hes not. Draco spun at the voice. He saw Harry and Ron approaching, their wands out.

Potter? What are you going to do? Arrest him? The sneer in Dracos voice cut deep, but Harry stood fast. Do you see any other Aurors here? Harry said quietly. Westcott will pay, but I will deliver justice, Draco, not you. Gavin Lockley grumbled quietly. Can we forgo the contest and just get on with the fight? I have a feelin g this is going to be a long one. Harry looked up at the big man who was pointing out into the clearing. Harry stared out to where the four wizards had been standing, but they werent wizards any longer. Theyd transformed into something much more sinister. They had scales on their bodies, dark black and green and their heads had turned into some form of a snakes head, more like a rattler than a cobra. Their eyes were bright purple and they hissed as they started charging towards the group. One opened its mouth and a bolt of fire emitted from it, almost reaching their position. Harry glanced over at Ron, almost regretting coming out without the Aurors. Ron shrugged his shoulders and pointed his wand at the attackers. Harrys friend smiled and said, Well, look on the bright side, at least they didnt turn into spiders. Now that would have been scary. He laughed and cast a spell towards the oncoming creatures. Chapter 326 Chaos The field enclosed by the obsidian stones seemed immune from the raging torrent of rain that buffeted the general area. Harry and Draco fixed their gazes on the approaching transformed wizards. The hybrid snakemen ran along the ground in a graceful loping stride that was not quite human and not quite animal. Their feet barely touched the ground and their torsos seemed to wriggle back and forth in a manner like a snake which served to propel them faster with a side to side motion. The motion made Lockleys first blast miss the leader by a few feet, but the tall wizard adjusted quickly and sent a blasting charm that careened off the leaders chest. There was a cloud of smoke and dust and for a moment, the creature disappeared in the murky mist and the reappeared, slowed, but otherwise unharmed. It seemed to smile and hissed and sent a solid tongue of flame from its mouth, that was barely deflected by Murieall, who was covering her first mates exposed side. The others, Ron, Domina, Harry and Draco sent their own blasts out as the battle was joined. Muireall pulled on Locklelys arm and led him to the right at a run. Harry saw her movements and understood her plan. Right now, they were all bunched together and they needed to create some space. Harry nodded to Ron and as one, the pair ran to the left, leaving Draco and Domina in the center. One of the creatures peeled off to chase the captain of the Aurora, while another kept on its course towards the Malfoys, leaving two to pursue Harry and Ron. The six were holding their own against the wild attacks of the abominations of nature, but only barely. Still, by spreading out, at the very least, they kept the creatures from concentrating their attacks. Murieall and Gavin worked together. One would send a charm out while the other shielded the pair from the inevitable counter attack. Innes grimaced as the force of another blast of flame struck her shield charm. Despite the relative safety the charm provided, Muireall could feel the heat from the flames edging around the perimeter of her shield. Absently, she wondered to herself if her decision to help Malfoy had been worth it. Dracos offer had been more than attractive. When she was named captain of the Aurora, the ship itself still belonged to Malfoys company. Unlike Baretto, who owned the Discooperire outright and was under contract to Malfoy, Innes was essentially, an employee of Dracos. When her nominal boss came to her with an offer to sign over the ownership of the Aurora outright in exchange for some help in getting revenge on the murderer of Beatrice Dursley, it had been an easy choice, or so she thought. Now, facing the horror that used to be wizards in front of her, she was having doubts. She looked up at Gavins face and those doubts disappeared. The massive mans face was calm,

almost serene as he tried one spell after the other. He had no doubts about whether the prize was worth it. Anything that put the crew and the ship in their own employ was worth it to him. In fact, he was almost smiling as he cast another spell, this time aimed at the feet of the creature. Spells seemed to bounce off the tough scaled hide of the creature. Gavins spell caused the ground beneath the creature to crack and rumble and then rise into the air almost thirty feet, perching the monster on a tall tor in the center of the henge. Another spell turned the ground into glass and without firm purchase, the snakeman slide down and smacked into the hard wall that Gavin had erected at the bottom of the slide. Muireall saw the creature shake its head, momentarily disoriented. Before she could react, Gavin had sprinted to where the snakeman lay and grabbed its neck in his large hands. With a grunt, Lockley squeezed his fists together and twisted. Muscles in his arms and shoulders bulged to bursting. Veins started to pop up along his neck and biceps and he grit his teeth as he put every ounce of strength in his formidable physique into the effort. The creatures tail snapped back and forth and it clawed helplessly at the arms that held it in an ever tightening vice grip. Then suddenly, like a tree bending in the wind, there was a loud, audible snap and the creature went limp. Effortlessly, Gavin tossed the snakes body to the side and looked for more enemies. *** Draco watched one of the snake wizards lock its purple eyes on Domina and Draco. Unlike the creature that was squaring off with Lockley and Innes, this one did not spew magical fire from its mouth. Instead, it emitted a liquid that was a caustic acid. The first warning that Draco had was when he pushed Domina to the side, just as a stream of viscous, gray liquid landed on the ground beside them in a hiss and crackle as the acid bore itself into the ground. Draco stared at the ground and then brought his shield charm up just before another stream struck him and Domina. As Draco held off the hissing and slithering wizard, bits of the fluid topped over the shield and sprayed on his arm, eating through the sleeves of his coat and biting into his flesh in little droplets. He grit his teeth together and waved behind him. Domina collected her wits and a small part of her winced as she saw Draco struggle to keep the creature at bay. She got to her feet and studied the movements of the creature. It swung back and forth, side to side, trying to get its deadly spray through Dracos shield. As she watched, she noticed that the creature had a long, slithering tail that curved upward. What she noticed was that there seemed to be a large amethyst at the end of the tail. A long string of light emanated from the stone back towards one of the smaller lamps in the octagon. It was like a power cord trailed around by an appliance. The creature never seemed to stray beyond the cord. Domina raised an eyebrow and whispered to her husband. Hold on for one moment longer, I think Ive found a weakness. Draco nodded briefly and then sent blasting charm at the creature, not so much to injure, but just to get the creature to move back. At the same time, Domina moved to the side, behind one of the obsidian stones. She maneuvered to a place behind the creature. She was much to far away from the octagon to disrupt the beam at the lantern, so she focused on the beam itself. It seemed to be comprised of light, with a bit of solidity that was liquefied. She pursed her lips and then made up her mind. Speculum Claustrum! A silver light sprang from her wand and struck the ground, roughly halfway between the creature and the octagon. A large, round disk of clear glass rose from the soil and bent and molded itself into a mirrored prism that intercepted the light and redirected it skyward. She held the spell in place and looked towards her husband. Now, Draco! His powers are gone! Draco rose from his knees and approached the creature, now transformed back to human form. The huddled figure of Melinda Eliof stared up at him, her hands clasping the beaten wooden spoon that was her wand. Her eyes were dancing madly, as if the power shed been experiencing was a powerful drug that shed been forced to quit cold turkey. She licked her lips and stared back towards the octagon, hoping that the charm would return and give the power.

Please. Put me back. She pleaded softly, her eyes catching Dracos. He gripped his wand and watched her and then stared over at Domina. Please, give me the power. I wont hurt anyone, I just want the power. I need the power. It hurts without the power. Please, help me make the pain go away. Melindas cries were becoming more and more plaintive. Draco nodded at Domina and turned back to face the Death eater, now a pathetic magic junkie. You want me to stop the pain? She nodded enthusiastically. Please. Shed begun to shake. Draco looked back up his wife, then down at Melinda. Youll promise not hurt anyone? Melinda nodded. Draco returned the nod and aimed his wand at Melinda. Avada Kedavra! The green curse leapt from his wand, striking Melinda in the forehead. She fell to the ground, instantly dead. Domina walked up to her husband, as he stared the limp form at his feet. Draco shrugged his shoulders. This is the only way I could guarantee her pain stopped AND she wouldnt hurt anyone else. *** The flash of lightning lit the background behind Harry and Ron casting them in a ghostly dance of light and dark. It wasnt raining directly on the henge and the two Aurors were thankful for the respite. They faced the final two creatures, who seemed a bit more cagey, a bit more cautious. The pair of monsters hissed and snapped and then let fly with their own special powers. The first opened its mouth and a searing bolt of lightning struck Rons shield. The force and the speed of the strike caught Ron by surprise. Hed barely been able to get the shield up, and as it was, he wasnt able to brace himself for the violence of the blow. Consequently, he was thrown backward, cast into the air well over thirty feet away. The lightning creature sprang forward to attack Ron as he lay on the ground. Harry raised his wand and was about to strike the creature with a charm when the second creature hit him with a powerful stream of water which hit him in the side and sent him flying into the air, striking one of the obsidian stones. The air exited his lungs in one gulp as his ribs compressed from the blow. The water jet had struck him like a sledge hammer. He reached down and felt the soreness in his sides. That meant at least some cracked ribs, but he rose to his feet and raised his wand, just in time to deflect the next blast of water. The force sent him down to his knees. Harry fought hard, but as the creature began to approach him, the force of the water stream grew stronger. He was deflecting it, but for how much longer, he could not be sure. *** Ron rolled with the force of his body hitting the ground found himself upright. The crackle of static electricity hung in the air and tendrils of his bright red hair were standing straight up. Over the years, Ron had been the butt of many practical jokes from his brothers, George and Fred, which invariably involved being shocked or struck by lightning. Thus, when confronting this creature, he noticed that he wasnt particularly troubled by being struck by lightning, even bolts as powerful as this creature was throwing. There was one event that made him smile as readied himself to face the creature.

A few years back, when Ron was trying to ingratiate himself to Hermiones parents, he agreed to help Dr. Hugo Granger with a project the dentist had going at their home. Being mindful of Hermiones edict that he not use magic, Ron found it a trifle disconcerting to climb a ladder and go on to the pitched roof of the Granger home. Dr. Granger was a notorious spendthrift and was convinced that he could sweep his own chimney, thus saving a good penny from having to hire someone. So he and Ron found themselves perched precariously near a chimney, a large, metal sweep pole pointing straight into the air. Ron took his turn pushing the brush through the floo, as Dr. Granger commented on the excess amount of soot that collected because of the frequent use of the floo as a method of transportation as well as a means to heat the house. Neither man noticed the rapidly approaching thunder clouds until a vicious clap of thunder boomed and a bolt of lightning struck a house right next to where they were standing. Ron noticed that the house was none the worse for the wear and asked his father-in-law about it. The house has a lightning rod. Hugo Granger pointed to a thin, aluminum pole sticking straight up from the top of the house. It guides the electricity down and around the house and into the ground. All the houses have one. Ron nodded. And all you need is a long metal pole? Dr. Granger nodded and pointed out that the pole needed to be the highest point on the roof. Ron nodded and then looked up. You mean like this chimney sweep pole? Before Dr. Granger could respond, another bolt of lightning struck, this time hitting the chimney sweep pole and tossing Ron off the roof down into the garden below. Ron never forgot the experience of the lesson it taught him. Levitas Virga! Rons wand shimmered a bright white, looking hot, but not radiating any heat. He held the wand up and intercepted the next bolt of lightning from the creature. Where the wand and lightning met was a ferocious crackling sound. The hair on Rons arms stood straight up and his eyebrows began to smoke, but he was containing the blast with his lightning rod charm. The lightning was collecting into one big ball. It had nowhere to go. Ron knew he only had a few moments before the ball released in one big blast of static electricity. He turned to where Harry had been driven to his knees. Harry! Direct the water this way! Harry looked over and understood Rons intent. Harry shifted his wrist and sent the deflected stream of water towards Rons opponent. Ron tilted his wand forward. When the water met the lightning, the static ball exploded. The energy released traveled up the water streams, both towards the water creature and the lightning creature. When the released energy reached the creatures, there was a large explosion, sending bits and pieces of scaled flesh in all directions. When Harry and Ron reached the spots where their adversaries had been, there was nothing left but smoldering holes in the ground. Harry took a deep breath and turned towards the octagon. The rest of his companions had joined him. William Westcott seemed positively outraged. His eyes were now flaring a bright purple and his skin was a sallow shade of light green. He seethed and raised his arms and then stopped, casting a questioning gaze towards the larger than life image of the man in the triangle nearby. Harry and the others seemed to notice the man for the first time. Harry seemed to recognize the man, but could not quite place him. Before anyone moved, Westcotts voice rasped in the air. Master? Loki seemed bemused. His image was wearing a three piece, worsted wool suit. He raised his hand to his chin and nodded. Yes, this will do quite nicely. An evil grin crossed Lokis face. Kill them, William, and you shall have power and chaos will be let loose on the world! Westcott turned and laughed. He held out his arms as arcs of purple energy danced along his outstretched fingers. It shall be done.

Westcott pointed his arms at the group and let fly a blast of ancient and wicked magic. Chapter 327 Endgame The concussive force of the blast lifted Harry bodily off the ground and cast him, in the air, a few score feet backwards. Westcotts spell had struck the ground roughly in the middle of the collected wizards. Harry felt the air leave his lungs as he landed on the hardened ground. He rolled as best he could and struggled to his feet. A quick scan of the area told him that Westcotts blast had reduced their numbers in half. Muireall Innes, Domina and Ron all were lying still on the ground, but all three, thankfully, were breathing. That left Harry, Draco and Lockley. In less than five seconds, theyd lost half their combat power. Harry knew he couldnt afford to lose more. He rose to his feet and let fly a spell towards the man at the center of the henge. *** Caleb stared incredulously as the events over the past few minutes washed over him. His cauldron was empty, having given life to the monstrosities that had once been his friends. Now his master, the man hed pledged an unbreakable vow to follow was slowly transforming into something other than human. Slowly, Westcotts skin began to scale, what remaining hair he had on his head began to fall to the side. His eyes grew rounder, larger, protruding out, bright purplish orbs glowing in anger and madness. A horrible scream came from Westcotts mouth and like a snake, he seemed to peel off his human skin, molting as it were and growing larger and larger. Soon, what was left was a larger version of the snake creatures the death eaters had transformed into. The body was barely recognizable as human, in that, it had two arms and two legs with a large, scaled tail. Atop the long neck, Westcotts head had tapered flat and a long, forked tongue slithered in and out between his lips. The transformed wizard stood almost twenty feet tall and his voiced echoed in a long hiss. Dieeeeee! Westcott shouted as bright, purple beams of light shot from his hands, reaching out towards the Ministrys representatives. Calebs tore his gaze from his master and studied the vapor-like figure of Lukas Kaoset. The nattily dressed mirage was pensive with almost a whimsical smile on his face, as if the life and death struggle unfolding in front of him was a source of curious amusement. Calebs eyes narrowed and unconsciously, his hand fell to the wand in his waistband. For some reason, he didnt trust this Loki this Kaoset. It seemed to Caleb that all of their misfortune had begun once Westcott started doing this mans bidding. Slowly, ever so softly, Caleb drew his wand. *** Harry shared a quick glance with Draco and Lockley. As if by consensus, the three men spread out, surrounding the large monster in the middle of the octagon. Westcott hissed violently and then opened his mouth, revealing large, pointed fangs, dripping with venom. Draco took the moment to snap off a spell. Redacto! The blasting charm flew true and struck Westc ott on the chest. There was flash of fire and light accompanied by a massive explosion. When the dust settled, Westcott was still standing, none the worst for the wear. He raised an arm and pointed a thin, clawed finger at Draco. A bright flash of purple light shot out, striking Draco on his barely raised shield charm and sent the platinum haired wizard flying through the air to land with a thud on the mossy ground in the center of the henge. Westcott bounded from the octagon and moved with surprising speed for his bulk towards Draco, only to be stopped, if only momentarily by a blast from Lockleys wand which opened a large hole in the ground in front of him. His head turned sharply and he focused on Lockley. The large sailor dove to the side, just as another blast of violent magic struck the ground near him. Lockley rolled and raised his arm and then froze in place.

Westcotts blast had struck the moss on the ground which started growing larger and larger. Its leaves turned into tendrils and then into tentacles and gripped Lockley around his wrists and waist and neck. He was lifted bodily off the ground, immobilized. The Westcott thing seemed to nod in pleasure and turned his gaze to the one remaining opponent he faced. *** When Westcott forced out his last spell, the lantern in the center of the octagon glowed brightly. For a moment, the feeding lamps and their streams of light grew dim. It was as if the magic in the lantern was somehow tied to the actions that Westcott was taking. No one seemed to notice this difference. No one, that is, except Caleb. That wasnt the only thing he noticed. The battered lantern would glow, while two beams of magic would come from its center. One seemed to feed Westcott, but the other went right to the place where Lukas was hovering. Caleb felt his face flush. Each magical attack that Westcott made seemed to force his power to wane ever so slightly, until replenished from the lantern. However, Lukas seemed to suffer no degradation of his power. In fact, he seemed to grow stronger with each passing blow. It was if the chaos around the glen seemed to strengthen him even more. Caleb studied the phenomenon and the searched out his master. *** Harry was running. He was going at a leisurely pace and he wa snt even sprinting. He was running at a breakneck pace as the Westcott creature followed close behind, snapping at his heels with his fangs and casting wild balls of purplish magic all around. Harry dare not look back, but knew how close the creature was to him by the heat from his breath and the high pitched hisses that Westcott was reduced to speaking in. Harry ran straight for one of the granite slabs of the henge and then ran behind it, weaving in and out of the embedded rocks in an effort to shake his pursuer. Soon, he came to an opening between the stones that was wider than the rest, like the open maw of a sea creature. Judging by the pace Westcott had been keeping, there was no way for Harry to get to the next stone before the creature caught him. He slid to a stop and turned to face the creature, wand up. Westcott stopped and smiled at the defiant figure in front of him. Somewhere in the deep recesses of his altered mind, the real Westcott was laughing. All that stood between him and the full power of chaos was this one man. He thought he heard laughter. He turned to where Loki stood and was surprised to see his image had been joined by that of another figure. Westcott bowed his head briefly to Lukas. The trickster who thrived on anarchy, on chaos seemed to smile and looked at his daughter. Well, Helga, what do you think? What should Westcott do about this wretch? Helga smiled wickedly. Kill him, father. He cheated during the whole El Dorado thing. He should have been dead a long time ago. Yes, quite. Loki turned and smiled at Westcott. Kill Potter, Westcott. That is the key to ultimate power. Kill him now. Westcott turned gleefully and raised both arms towards Harry. *** Calebs mind raced. In the beginning, it had been so easy. He would become the aide-de-camp to the most powerful dark wizard that had lived. What he was beginning to realize was that for all his posturing, Westcott was a weak man. Hed cheated to get the power. By circumventing the plan and goi ng with Loki, Westcott had practically surrendered any chance of becoming a powerful and independent wizard. Caleb shook his head. This wasnt what he signed on for. He held no loyalty to Loki. In fact, his presence

had caused the deaths of some of his best friends. It was time to act, time to bring events and circumstances back to where they were before any of them had heard of Loki. Caleb raised his wand and aimed it at the lantern. Perhaps by destroying the lantern, hed break the connection between his master and Loki. Most certainly, this would result in the death of his master, but Caleb knew all about horcruxes. His master could die, and would be reborn by his own hand. Caleb swallowed and then sent a blasting charm towards the old lantern. At first, the lantern seemed to absorb the energy and Caleb thought hed made a mistake. Then the small lamps on the corners began to shake and then exploded. This elicited the first sign of emotion from Loki. He turned and grimaced, all the while staring at the man hed forgotten all about. The light in the lantern began to pulsate and hum, growing louder and louder. Westcott turned from Harry and stared at the octagon, a forlorn expression on his face. No! You fool! Do you know what youve done? Loki almost shouted. Ive broken him away from you. We dont need you here. Caleb said indignantly to the floating man. Youve forced me away. Loki said forlornly. His image began to recede ever so slightly. Helga screamed and her figure simply vanished. Loki raised a hand out as his body began to fade. He turned his eyes past Westcott and stared directly at Harry. Ill be back, Potter. This is the last youve seen of me. Then Loki finally looked at Westcott. Im sorry, William, but you lose. And then, he was gone. Westcott let out a loud bellowing growl and stared at Caleb. The lantern wasnt finished. Once Loki disappeared the lanterns light suddenly turned a dark shade of blue. The glass panels on the sides exploded and like a dam bursting, dozens of rays of light shot out, grouped together and struck Westcott all at once. Each individual beam was small, barely the diameter of a penny, but where each one struck, the scales on Westcotts body disintegrated. He screamed again, a cold, animal hiss in obvious pain. At dozens of points on his body, blackened and charred skin appeared as the light penetrated the scales and cut into him. His head raised to the sky and one last column of purple light escaped his eyes and reached out into the open darkness. Slowly, Westcott shrank, his body slowly reforming into a mans form, into his form with the wounds and the burns intact. His shouts became more human and then became the miserable cries of a man in horrible pain. He fell to his knees and watched as the last vestiges of power left the lantern and entered his dying body. Harry ran up and knelt beside him. Westcott had a contemptuous expression on his face and he laughed with a sneer, coughing while he did. With great effort he reached into his tattered robes. Im not done yet, Potter. Ill be back. I have horcr--- He looked into his hand at the one playing card hed kept back from the lantern. A large, searing hole was in the middle of the ace. Blood seemed to seeping from the hole. He looked over to the lantern, where Caleb was kneeling. In Calebs hands were the rest of his cards, the ones hed fed to the lantern for the power. They were similarly scarred and wounded. Westcott looked back at Harry, his eyes back to normal. I guess I wont be back, after all. He laughed and then let his head fall to the ground, dead. Harry rose and looked towards the octagon where a shocked Caleb stood with the remnants of Westcotts playing cards in his hands. Harry raised his wand.

Its over. Youre coming with me. Harry said mildly. Calebs shoulders slumped as his arms fell to his sides. The cards fell loosely to the ground. He looked at Harry and shook his head slowly. No. No, Im not going with you, Im afraid. Unbreakable vows are exactly that, unbreakable. Caleb had taken an oath to serve Westcott. When hed destroyed the lantern, hed done so with the understanding that Westcotts horcruxes would resurrect him, but the price of Westcotts powers had been the power in the horcruxes. When the lantern was destroyed, the horcruxes were destroyed. Westcott had no way of returning and so his death would be permanent. Since Caleb had brought about that destruction, there was only one result. Hed brok en an unbreakable vow. Caleb looked at Harry with a mixture of relief and sadness. He raised his arms. There lines of yellow light glowing, matching places the vow magic had penetrated. The lights grew brighter and brighter and exited his arms turning in to a large ball of energy, hovering directly in front of Caleb. He stood transfixed, his feet stuck in place. The yellowish ball turned a dark green and then struck Caleb in the face. He fell to the ground, his body not moving. Harry ran to Caleb and felt for a pulse. He heard the footsteps of his companions approaching. Well? Ron said, his voice still shaky from being knocked silly. Harry shook his head. Hes dead. Good. Draco said in a low voice. He was supporting Domina around her shoulders. Harry looked at Draco and grimaced. You had the information we needed, Draco and you held it back. Harry pointed a finger Draco. So? You found the place. That buffoon Dursley told you, didnt he? Draco held his head up. You played him and you played me. Harry raised his wand, resting the tip right under Dracos chin. I dont like you, Draco. I dont think Ive ever liked you, but this vigilante crusade you went on crossed the line. People could have been killed. Harry dropped his wand and nodded to Lockley, Muireall and Ron. He looked back at Draco. Ill be watching you, Malfoy. Harry nodded to Domina and the joined the other three. Lets go home.

Chapter 328 Empty Nest A few years earlier The misty rain was accompanied by a bone chilling cold, not quite enough for snow, but enough to make Harrys wounds ache. His apparition into Godrics Hollow went relatively unnoticed and he seemed preoccupied to the point where he momentarily forgot that he hadnt come here alone. Ginny Potter was not a woman to remain unnoticed, especially by her husband, for too long. He was gently reminded of her presence by the warm touch of her hand in his. The heat of her touch permeated his body and broke through the chill that went beyond the winter cold. He looked at Ginny and received a warm smile in return. He took a deep breath and led her towards the site where it all began. They crossed the street, their footsteps echoing on the wet cobblestones. Harry

walked with a slight limp, a dull ache from the injuries hed received on his sojourn into an alternative present that was both disconcerting and horrific at the same time. He and Ron had taken many things from their experience which basically boiled down to a deep appreciation for the way things had turned out. History had played out exactly as it was supposed to and Harry confident with that. There had been one other thing that Harry had taken away from the experience and that had led him here, standing outside the battered home of his parents, the place whered theyd been murdered. They stopped outside the gate leading to the house. The place had been turned into a memorial, a testimony to those that had fought and lost in the war against the Dark Lord. Faded words of encouragement dotted the weather beaten sign outside the gate. Beyond, the dark ruins of the house stared out at them, causing Harry to shudder involuntarily, his memory reflecting on events that technically had never happened. He took a deep breath and opened the gate. They walked through the blackened threshold of the house. The walls had been the first victim of the blast that had come from Harrys first confrontation with Voldemort. They made their way into what should have been the kitchen. A part of Harrys mind pictured his parents sitting here, in better times, loving each other and loving him. They stood for a moment, while Harry looked around. Maybe its not here. Ginnys voice broke the silence. She was not skeptical, only qui zzical. Harry pursed his lips and studied the faint outlines of the floor plan. He raised a finger to his lips and then smiled. It is. He stepped to a spot where a pile of debris was propped against one of the few remaining load bearing walls in the house. He drew his wand and with a whispered charm, the wood and plaster moved to the side, revealing a small door. Harry reached over and opened the door. Beyond was a dark stairwell leading down, seemingly, into the ground. He looked over at Ginny and smiled. I told you. He looked at his wand. Lumos. Using the light of his wand, he walked down the stairs into the musty, wet basement below. When they reached the room, Harry took a moment to allow his eyes time to adjust to the dimness. Slowly, he was able to make out details in the shadows of the dark room. His eyes were drawn to a small, hand-sized hole in the masonry wall. He kneeled and thrust his arm into the hole. He rummaged around and then stopped. When he pulled out his hand, it held a long, thin biscuit tin. He stood and turned to face Ginny, a smile on his face. Is that it? Ginny asked, anticipation in her voice. Harry nodded. Open it, Harry. He nodded and pulled the rusted lid off the tin after some great effort. Wrapped in a gray rags were two wands. Wands that up until his trip to another reality, he had no idea whether hed imagined what hed learned, but the wands told him he hadnt. He held the first one up. It was made of dark mahogany wood and about eleven inches long. He looked at Ginny. This is my fathers. He placed it gently back into the tin. He picked up the other. It was willow and just over ten inches long. Harry voice dropped an octave. He was almost hoarse, barely audible. This is my mothers. He placed his mothers wand back in the tin. Ginny was there, her arms wrapped around him and drawing him close. It was then, he noticed the tears that had been pouring down his face. *** The present day

Stay close, James, I dont want you wandering off. Ginnys voice was stern, authoritative. Any other member of her family, including Harry, would instantly recognize the intent in her tone and would understand that she was not someone to be disobeyed. However, her eldest son James seemed fairly immune. Hed pretty much figured that he was an exception to the rule. Besides, there were far too many interesting things to explore and do to really think that his mother was serious. He was a bundle of energy. The anticipation of his new adventure roiled in his head. A small thing as worrying about irritating his mother was at the bottom of his list. Diagon Alley seemed busier, as it was this time of year. Countless eleven year olds and their families were milling about, purchasing needed items for their initial sojourns to Hogwarts. The Potters were there to finish shopping for James as he prepared to go to Hogwarts in a few days. James knew that hed reached a milestone. He was a big boy, old enough to board the Hogwarts Expre ss and to go to the great school up north. James showed not a hint of anxiety or feat. In reality, he didnt feel any of those emotions. He was impatient and excited and because of his interactions with his Uncle George, visions of tricks and high jinks echoed through his head. There was nothing his parents could say that would keep him from wandering off. Well, one thing would and his father knew exactly what to say. James, why dont we go find you a wand? James stopped his nascent attempt to slip away. The notion of getting a wand far more exciting than exploring the ins and outs of Diagon Alley. Harry knew he had his son hooked. You mother, Albus and Lily will go get your other supplies. Harry nodded to Ginny and grasped James by the hand. Lets go. They made their way down to Ollivanders pushed open the door. The old wandmaker seemed to expecting their arrival. He rose from his stool and bowed his head slightly to Harry and then focused his attention on James. Ah, Mr. Potter, time to select a wand, I suppose. He turned and cast a glance at the array of boxes that lined the wall behind the counter. They say the wand selects the owner. None of these will do. Harry leaned against the counter and smiled. Ollivander turned and ducked behind the counter. I think this is the one. He removed a simple mahogany box and placed it gently on the top of the counter. James exhaled in anticipation and pushed his unruly red locks back from his eyes. Ollivander took the top off the box and showed the wand inside to James. James looked at his father, and then reached for the wand. It was long, eleven inches or so, and made of rich, dark mahogany. When his fingers touched the wood, he felt warmth, almost a soothing feeling, as if hed touched a warm blanket. He removed the wand from its box and swirled it around. It felt alive and yet it was a part of him. A huge smile crossed his face. I love it. Tell me about it, please. Ollivander smiled, a hint of sadness in his eyes. Its no surprise that this wand chose you. It was meant for James Potter. Thats me. James exclaimed. You made it just for me? Ollivander shook his head softly and looked over at Harry for help. Harry stood and walked over to his son and placed his hand on his shoulders. What Mr. Ollivander means, James, is that that wand used to belong to your grandfather. That wand was made for my father and now its yours. James stared at the wand and blinked his eyes. How?

Harry smiled. One day Ill tell you. For now, just know it was his and now its yours. James nodded, all sense of brashness washed away by the enormity of the gift. He gripped his wand tightly and turned to his father. Now, Im ready to go. *** The day finally arrived. Platform 9 was a hive of activity as the Potters placed James trunk by the others on the platform. The Hogwarts Express was idle and the students hustled about. The prospective first years were clustered around their families as mothers and fathers bade tearful goodbyes. The Potters were no different. Ginny kissed James gently on his forehead and he chafed under the attention. Come on, Mom, Ill be home for Christmas. Harry saw that his wife was tearing up and walked up to his son. Now, James, dont think you can get away with any nonsense. Believe me, the faculty is quite adept at ferreting out the troublemakers. James gave his father a cynical look. Im not like other kids, Dad. Harry shook his head. His son looked exactly like George and Fred and probably would cause just as much trouble. Most of all, he looked like Harry imagined his father must have looked like on his first day. Of course youre not like other kids, youre a lot uglier. A confident and deep voice snapped H arry out of his reverie. A tall, familiar looking teenager stood nearby, wearing the badge of a prefect. I am not. James crossed his arms petulantly. Harry laughed. Hello, Teddy. Hi, Uncle Harry, finally getting rid of him, are you? Teddy stood next to them and smiled. Ill see that he doesnt get in trouble. Im a prefect after all. Looks like theyve really dropped the standards. Ginny quipped. Teddy chose to ignore her gibe and faced James. Youd best get aboard, squirt, or therell no seats. James nodded and endured another round of hugs from his parents, Albus and Lily. Albus looked especially down and James slapped him on the back. Dont worry, little brother, Ill get everything ready for you! He waved and jumped aboard the train. Teddy turned and looked at Ginny and Harry. Dont worry, Ill look after him. I know you will, Teddy. We appreciate it. Harry said and held out a hand. Teddy took and gripped it tightly and then froze. Ive got to get going, er, nice seeing you all, make sure you write, and good bye. With that, Teddy turned and jumped on the train. Ginny looked at Harry. I wonder what that was about?

Before Harry could answer, a decidedly feminine voice interrupted. Uncle Harry, Aunt Ginny. Hello Victoire. Victoire Weasley stood by the platform next to a tall, dark complexioned and equally beautiful woman wearing a head girls flash. Harry smiled. Hello, Graciela. The two nodded and Victoire looked at Ginny. Have you seen Teddy? Ginny nodded. You just missed him. He went on board. Graciela murmured to Victoire. Most likely trying to hide from us, but its a small train. He wont be able to hide for long. Graciela nodded to the Potters and led Victoire on board. I wonder what that was all about. Harry asked. Ginny chuckled. I dont know, but I dont think Id want to be Teddy right about now. The trains whistle echoed in the distance and the Hogwarts Express started moving, carrying another class to the wizarding school and starting a new adventure for a boy named James Potter. Chapter 329 Scylla and Charybdis The summer had seen an unusual amount of rain fall across the whole of the United Kingdom. The entire country was experiencing massive delays, especially with rail transport, where flooded rivers had risen to overwhelm bridges and causeways, bringing trains to a screeching halt. One train, however, was not affected by swollen river banks and submerged tracks. The Hogwarts Express proceeded at a withering pace. At places where the tracks were washed out, the engineer would wave his wand and the water would dissipate instantaneously, allowing the massive locomotive free passage through the countryside towards its destination. It would seem the only storms that could affect its occupants were those that they brought upon themselves. Considering the history of mayhem and trouble Hogwarts students could bring upon themselves, there were rain clouds aplenty brewing in the compartments trailing the mighty red steam engine. James found an open seat in a compartment towards the back of the train. Age old habit seemed to seat the upper classes farther forward in the train, leaving the first years slim pickings at the rear of the long line of rail cars. After leaving his parents on the platform, he sidled into the long corridor and found an entire bench open in one of the last compartments. There were two others with him, a boy and a girl, from the looks of them, twins. Both were huddled together and whispering to each other. Aside from a casual nod of greeting from the girl, neither made an effort to talk to him. He pulled his knapsack from the floor and started rummaging through it, mostly out of boredom than from any real need to eat. Inside were carefully wrapped bundles of food, thankfully prepared by his fathers Aunt Petunia and not by James mother. Ginny Potter was a remarkable woman, but did not count culinary prowess among her many abilities. He moved through the bag. There were a couple of books, a handkerchief and a few other odds and ends that his parents thought would make the journey bearable. Finally his hand rested on a small box wrapped in plain brown paper. He kept the box inside his bag, and carefully unwrapped it. The outer covering was a bright red, with bold gold lettering that moved around the outside of the box. The top flap was embossed with glowing green letters that blinked out WWW! WWW! WWW! This had been a gift his Uncle George had slipped to him outside the watchful eye of his mother. If things were going to be this boring, he might have to introduce brother and sister to one of his uncles amazing concoctions. He would have done so earlier, but James knew from experience that a practical joke was only as good as the number of people that witnessed it. There might be time enough for James to plant his goodies on the twins while they were in the dining car. An evil smile extended over James face.

His reverie was interrupted by the door to the compartment sliding open. James frowned to himself and wondered if hed have to share his seat. The newcomer was tall, already shrouded in his school robes. After a few seconds, James caught sight of the flash of a prefects badge and a tuft of swirling pin k hair. Teddy? What are you doing here? The brother and sister withdrew further into each other as the tall teen entered the compartment and plopped down on the bench next to James and away from the door. I thought youd be up with your Marauder friends or in the prefects lounge? Teddy ran his hand through his hair. Thats just whered theyd expect me to be. His voice was edgy, with a tinge of what James thought was fear, yet that couldnt be possible. Teddy wasnt afraid of anyone. Who would expect to find you? James asked curiously. At least, he thought, he wasnt bored anymore. Shh, they might hear you! Teddy had put his finger to his lips and then his eyes grew wider. He tugged on James shoulders. Whatever you do, you havent seen me! Before James could respond, Teddy blinked twice and then transformed into a large duffel bag, adorned with the logo of the Chudley Cannons. James tugged on the straps and then heard the door slide open once more. He turned to find himself looking up at two older girls, one he was quite familiar with and the other hed only met once or twice. Hi, Victoire! He said with a wave. Hi, Graciela. Hello James. Victoire studied the compartment quickly , her eyes stopping ever so briefly on the bright orange duffel at Teddys feet. Have you seen Teddy yet? You mean since I got on the train? For some reason, James began to feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Of course, silly. We already asked you on the platform. Gracielas tone was friendly, but there was an underlying heat in her soft russet eyes. James swallowed slowly. Well, er, no, not really. Is he okay? Is he in some sort of trouble? Victoire and Graciela shared a long look and then Graciela turned to Ja mes. You might say that. Hopefully, he comes to his senses and decides to find us before something really bad happens to him. It seemed like she was talking to the cabin in general and not just to James. After a moment, the two girls turned and left. James looked at his traveling companions. The boy seemed like he was going to faint dead away, while the girl had her eyes riveted on the duffel. James wondered if shed been staring at it during the entire encounter. Slowly, he stood up and peered through the window in the door. Theyre gone. He finally said. The duffel slowly changed back into the form of the tall, brazen wizard James knew. You mind telling me what thats all about? Teddy shrugged his shoulders. Could be anything. He stared at James. Women. What are you going to do with them? James blanched. Do with them? Nothing, I should hope. They all have cooties.

Teddy chuckled. Those two certainly do. Do you think they knew I was here? It was James turn to shrug. I dont know, probably not. He decided not to tell Teddy about the little girls inability to look away from his transformed state. Teddy rose and went to the door. He turned and waved. I should be able to make it to Professor Slughorns compartment. Gracie doesnt like him and Victoire hasnt been invited to join yet. He smiled broadly. I think Im home free. Ill see you over there, James, and thanks. James nodded. Youll pay me back. Teddy had already left and James smiled wickedly. Ill make sure of it. *** Teddy decided to take no chances. Instead of turning up towards the rest of the train, he walked out the back door and with a thought, transformed himself into a monkey. Using his tail, feet and hands, he clambered on top of the train and proceeded to make his way to the front. When he got to the coal bin, he jumped down and brushed himself off as he returned to his human form. The first couple of cars behind the locomotive were reserved for baggage, so Teddy was sure that hed be able to make his way through them and into Professor Slughorns cabin without being seen. That was his plan, at any rate. He brushed off the soot from his robes and made his way into the first baggage compartment. He smiled as his eyes adjusted to the murky darkness amid all the steamer trunks and other assorted luggage. He just might make it, after all. Even a boring session with Slughorn was better than facing the wrath of the two girls seeking him out. He passed through between the first baggage car and the second and started walking purposefully towards the far door that would lead him to Slughorns compartment and freedom. As he took another step, he felt his legs bind up together, as if tied at the ankles and knees, and unable to balance himself, Teddy fell over, like some felled tree and landed roughly on the wooden floor of the car. Teddy felt hands on his elbows that turned him over so that he could face the ceiling. He was still seeing stars from landing on the floor and when everything cleared up, he saw Victoire and Graciela standing together looking back at him. Teddy, between the two of us, dont you think we know how you think? Victoires arms were crossed in front of her and she tilted her platinum topped head towards her companion as she spoke. It is really was immature of you to think you could hide from us. What was your plan, to try to avoid us for the rest of your time at Hogwarts? Teddy tested the magical bonds on his feet and realized his arms were also pinned to his sides. He could only move his head, so he was able to respond. It seemed like a good idea at the time. What do you mean immature? He said petulantly. Graciela snorted and glanced at Victoire. Hes a boy, isnt he? That means hes immature by definition. Teddy gave his most hurt expression followed by a weak attempt at innocence. Whats this all about, ladies? Immediately, Teddy realized that hed made a serious mistake. The look on Gracielas face turned cold and her eyes darkened. You know what this is all about, you two timing snake.

The anger in Gracies expression, while frightening, was at least something he was used to and could handle. He wasnt prepared to see the hurt in Victoires expression. She was near tears and something snapped inside Teddys chest. Vee? Victoire straightened her back and fixed her cool blue eyes on his. Was this some sort of game to you Teddy? What are you talking about, Vee? He asked but knew the answer anyway. You know what shes talking about, Teddy. Graciela responded evenly. You cant go out with both of us, you know. Hogwarts is a small school, really. Didnt you think wed find out about each other? No, Teddy thought to himself, but decided not say what was on his mind. Instead, I didnt know what I was thinking. Thats obvious. Graciela said pointedly. You never think, you just do, no matter what the consequences. I didnt want to hurt your feelings, Gracie, because I like you and I like Victoire. It was candid as he could have been. Victoire stared at him and then lowered her voice. You are a coward, Teddy. You did not have the nerve to tell either of us. You know what that means? What? Teddy cringed inside, more in pain at the hurt in Victoires voice than from any other time in his life. Victoire looked at Graciela and then back at Teddy. It means, now you dont have either of us. With that, the two girls left the car. Teddy was so overwhelmed by the emotions of the time, he di dnt even notice that hed been left bound and alone in the luggage car. *** The slow rhythm of the train passing over the tracks must have made him fall asleep. The sound of voices rousted him from his slumber, where hed been dreaming of being forced to listen to Victoire call him a coward, over and over again. Here he is. Richard Leveille drew his wand from his sleeve and tapped Teddy on the chest, releasing his bindings. A tall, barrel-chested boy reached a meaty hand down to Teddys shoulders and pulled him to his feet. He doesnt look any worse for wear. Lunastus Rookwood was boy of few words and the hint of a smile on his face was the equivalent of full blown laughter. Martin Peake chuckled. Man, Teddy, you certainly dont go about anything half way, do you? The last boy in the car, Alan Bass, laughed out loud. I know our Teddy is an overachiever, but there are Deatheaters that dont want to cross Gracie. Teddy barely heard them. His mind was racing over the encounter. He tur ned to Richard. Where are we?

Were just about to arrive at Hogsmeade Station. We came looking for you when no one had seen you for a bit. Richard absently pulled out a handkerchief and placed it front of his mouth and nose. We decided to come looking for you. Teddy nodded. Thanks. He looked around and began walking towards the door. Hey, Teddy. Martin was standing next to Alan. He pointed a finger between himself and Alan. We were wondering Yes? Teddy felt a certain sense of anxiety, but the only way to get past whatever Martin had planned was to get it over with. Since youre so popular with Victoire and Gracie, Alan and I were wondering if it would be all right for us to ask them to the Yule Ball? Teddy turned and left as the rest of the Marauders finally released the pent up laughter theyd been keeping in. The funny thing was, the thought of Victoire going anywhere with anyone had suddenly filled him with a feeling of dread and pain. Now why, he supposed, was that happening? The only answer he had was the peals of laughter from his friends.