Chapter 60 Remembrances

The arrival of spring coincided with the recovery of not only the Weasleys and their extended family, but with the general recovery of everyone involved. Kingsley Shacklebolt and his administration were under a considerable amount of scrutiny and criticism for allowing dark forces to insinuate themselves so deeply into the fabric of the government, but the effect was blunted by the implementation of the House-Elf Emancipation Act and by the vociferous support of Harry Potter on Kingsleys behalf. The Office of Aurors was in a state of disarray, considering that the majority of its members had been turned, but Dawlish, Lachlan and Harry had made the Offices recovery their primary mission. As May came around, Harry was fully engaged in bringing his team back to its fighting trim, but also, Harry was keeping a weather eye on his wife as she entered the last trimester of her pregnancy. Harry sat at his desk reading over some dispatches that had arrived via interoffice memorandum. He heard the flutter of wings and saw Helios, his golden owl, preening himself on the cubicle wall. Harry took a treat out of his desk drawer and tossed it to the majestic owl and pulled the message affixed to his leg. Giving Helios a brief pat on the head, Harry unrolled the parchment and immediately recognized Ginnys handwriting. He scanned over the contents of the message while his brow furrowed. As he moved to the end of the message, he allowed himself a little smile and rolled the message back up, then placed it in one of the inner pockets of his robe. Whats that, then? Ron had walked up from his own desk located in the adjacent row to Harrys. Not much, really, just a message from Ginny. She went to see the midwife and everything is f ine with the baby. Harry stood from his chair and pushed it under his desk. Child delivery in the wizarding world was conducted, for the most part, under the guidance of a midwife. These were older or retired healers whose sole function was to assist expectant mothers with birth of their newborns. St. Mungos Hospital usually reserved itself for trauma treatment, and was not normally a facility designed with prenatal and obstetric care in mind. The midwife was usually consulted at the beginning of the first trimester of the mother-to-bes term in order to determine a good course of prenatal care and delivery preparation. Ginny was due sometime in July and her visits from the midwife were scheduled weekly. Ron gave a smile, So, have you two picked a name? I hear Ronald is a popular choice. Harry chuckled. Were having a bit of a disagreement on this one. Ginny likes James and Im partial to Arthur, if its a boy. Harry tidied up the papers on his desk. If its a girl, were both pretty set on Lily. What? No Ronald, at all? Ron teased his friend. Well, everyone knows that my favorite Weasley son is Percy, but he already asked us not to consider that name. Ron gave a mock look of hurt. So, its been six years, are you going to the memorial? The weekend would mark the sixth anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts. Every year subsequently had been marked by a memorial on the grounds of the school near a grand memorial that had been erected near the cemetery for those lost in the fight with Voldemort. Of course I will. Its sad, though. Ron nodded his head in understanding. The turnout on the first anniversary of the Battle had been extraordinary, but each succeeding year had seen a noticeable drop in the attendance. Last year, it had only been the immediate friends and family of those lost. This year they expected the numbers to drop even further. Such was the nature of free societies when a crisis passes. The freedom to choose also causes very short term

memories as to the sacrifices made to secure that freedom. Harry and Ron knew that the trend would only continue, until the arrival of the next dark lord. Listen, Im meeting my team in the training arena. Ill see you later? Ron gave a wave and Harry walked out of the office area. Harry went down the main corridor and stopped at the door to the training arena. He adjusted his robes and walked into the massive, high ceiling chamber. Normally, the arena contained several mock ups of buildings and streets, but today it was an open space, like the bottom of a Quidditch pitch with several blocks and boxes laid about, like obstacles. The room was dark, the ceilings a dark purple with accent lighting dotted around the periphery of the moldings. Harry walked in purposefully and strode to where his team had gathered. They werent talking and none, save for Sarah, had looked at him since hed entered the space. They milled about and avoided each other. Sarah stood with her shoulders back and head held high. Manchester and Williamson sat on boxes at the far end of the group. Leonora Sigismund milled around aimlessly and walked to avoid colleagues. Carter Coombs stood rigidly, his fingers twirling his wand in a variety of patterns, almost like a nervous tic. Monroe Burby sat idly, his massive size dwarfing his fidgeting partner, Coombs, while he crossed his arms and inspected a dust mite on his sleeve. The tension was palpable in the room, despite its openness. Harry walked down to the arena floor and scanned each of their faces. Their guilt and regret for their roles during the vampire crisis were etched in great detail. Harry felt a momentary pang of empathy for them, but he also knew that for his team to retrieve its edge, a food fight was probably out of the question. He allowed a brief smile to cross his lips which buried into a scowl. With professionals such as these, the only real way to restore their confidence was to focus on the work. Hed read each of their reports on the events and Harry figured h e had the way to bring them back. I cant tell you all how disappointed I am in you. You should all be ashamed of your performance! Harrys voice grew in volume as he continued. Ive never seen such a poor display from Aurors in my life. They all looked up. Sarah had a puzzled look on her face; this was definitely not the pep speech shed been expecting. The others recoiled in shock, not expecting their normally fair minded leader to chastise them. Williamson stood up. Its my fault, Harry. I led the rest in becoming vampires. I converted most of them. I should have been able to resist. Youll have my resignation within the hour. The crimson clad Auror dropped his head. Harry didnt let up. Williamson, do you really think this is about you becoming vampires? Harry stared down the veteran Auror. What Im talking about is how shoddy your performance was during this whole time. Harry pointed to Williamson and Manchester, then to Coombs and Burby. You four allowed Sarah over here, Harry pointed to where Sarah stood. to incapacitate you with a single blast charm. The four Aurors recalled their fight to overpower Leonora and Sarah at the Hogs Head. Sarah had destroyed one of the overhead beams which covered them in debris and effectively removed them from the fight. Leonora! At that same fight, you hesitated, even though you knew that the presence of your teammates was out of sorts. You let them get the drop on you! Harrys face was beginning to color as he really was becoming angry at their performance. Sarah, why didnt you attempt to escape at the Hogs Head? I made a judgment call, Harry. I was trying to save Leonora. Sarah stumbled a bit, but was confident in her decision. Your first duty was to all of us. You should have made an attempt to escape and warn the rest of us. Your decision resulted in both of you being turned, not just Leonora. Sarahs head dropped as well.

During the battles we fought, at no time did my side have more than six people a nd no more than four Aurors and yet you all failed to take us down. Harrys eyes lit up and burned into them. In the Ministry, there should have been no way for the four of us to do the damage we did or to escape. That was a horrible performance. Harry placed his hands on his hips and his tone softened. I blame myself, really. That drew surprised glances from his team. Ive been too easy on you all. Ive neglected your training, allowed you to get soft. Well, I intend to remedy that situation. We are going to work harder, train more often and we will hone your skills to a fine edge. Harry slowly drew his wand and took a defensive stance while whispering a stun charm. I think well start your training right, about, now. Harry watched them enter the office area. They were tired and frustrated. Their faces were animated as they discussed the session and went over strategies to combat the beating they had just taken from Harry. He allowed himself a smile. They were fixated on becoming better and he saw no evidence of the guilt or remorse that had been present before. Their own healing had begun. *** They chose a perfect day to hold the memorial service. The sun was high in a deep blue sky, not a cloud in sight. Hogwarts was turned out in its finest regalia, the student body drawn up together, no houses, no class distinction, much like the students whod fought against Voldemort. Tiers of seating were arrayed before the large monument that marked the entrance to the cemetery that held the slain from the battle. Seated were the survivors of the battle and families of the fallen. On the whole, it appeared to be an impressive gathering, but Harry knew better. Missing were the beneficiaries of the losses. The people who did not fight or did not sacrifice a love one were no longer attending the ceremony. Their lives had moved on and their memories had become lost. Only those personally affected seemed to remember the battle that was fought and they sat among themselves, keeping the memory insular. Harry glanced around and saw the survivors of Dumbledores Army drawn up, all attending and all remembering their fallen. Dennis Creevey sat with his father near him and Cho on his side while he stared past the monument to the marker that identified the place where his brother was laid to rest. Harry sat with the Weasleys, his hand in Ginnys while Molly and Arthur kept their own counsel, sharing their thoughts of Fred and his sacrifice. Andromeda Tonks sat with Teddy. She allowed a small tear to escape her eyes, but kept a surreptitious watch on her grandson. Teddy had attended every memorial, but this year was different. This year, he truly understood why he was here. He wore a black suit, with a white shirt and black tie. His hair was jet-black to reflect the occasion. He sat straight, his eyes focused on the eternal flame of the main monument, but straying every so often to the pair of grave markers beyond that sat together; the final resting place of his parents. Neville Longbottom walked to the podium erected in front of the monument. It was an obelisk crafted from the finest white marble capped with a crystalline jewel which refracted the sunlight in a myriad of colors. Its sides were smooth, only marked with the carving of a large lightning bolt that was filled in gold. The monument framed Nevilles figure. Harry noticed that Neville stood tall, his shoulders wide and he approached the lectern with a confidence that hed not had while a student. He was a teacher now, and his stature among the student body was growing every day. He placed a set of notes on the platform before him, but he never seemed to look down, the occasion perfect for extemporaneous reflection. Six years ago, we fought. The battle had been joined for many years and over time, had cost us many friends and family, but six years ago, this school and these people at rest behind me took up arms in a great cause. He paused and surveyed the gathering. We are all that remain to remember them, but it is of no matter, really. It is the nature of free societies that a special few fight and die for the liberty of the masses. That is what we must always remember.

Neville hesitated, the weight of the memories bowing his shoulders slightly. He fought the sadness of the loss of his parents to madness and he tried to rein in the tightness in his chest over the deaths of that night, six years ago. His head dropped a bit, and the familiar shyness began to rear its ugly head. He felt a hand on his back, light but reassuring. He looked to his side and saw that Luna Lovegood had walked silently up to the podium and was looking at him with an earnestness that was her special gift to her friends in times of need. He felt his confidence begin to grow and he stood tall. I wont say that our smaller numbers today dont bother me. I wont say that I feel a little let down by the fact that members of our government and our society have not shown up today. Neville delivered his remarks without animus, but the bite was still there. It really doesnt matter in the end, as long as we, here, remember them. These were our friends and our families and our best tribute to them is remember their sacrifice and to remain vigilant against the return of oppression. Nevilles eyes began to water, but his eyes shown brightly against the afternoon sun. The past six years have demonstrated that evil is always lurking. It doesnt recognize your house, or your class or your politics. Your status or your notoriety has no bearing on your safety. We must be on the watch and support each other in keeping the darkness at bay. Nevilles eyes finally rested upon Harry, boring into him with a depth that caused Harry to start. I, for one, will always be there to fight, no matter what the cost, in order to preserve the freedom these people died for. Thats the least I can do to make sure that the price they paid all those years ago was worth the investment. I, for one, intend to earn their gift, each and every day. Neville stepped from the podium and leaned down to hug a teary Luna. He placed a gentle kiss on her cheek and took her hand, leading her from the podium. A hush covered the crowd, the resonance of his words and conviction washing over them with a solemnity that finally brought appropriateness to the occasion. There were no cymbals crashing or contrived lightshows, just the gentle breeze off the lake and the rustle of the leaves from the orchard of trees nearby. When the ceremony had ended, Harry made his way through the crowd, offering the umpteenth apology for the losses that the families had endured. He made his way into the cemetery and saw Teddy standing in front his parents graves, their headstones were joined by an arch at the top with an ethereal image of Remus and Tonks standing together, sharing a kiss. Teddy eyes were fierce, but there were no tears. He stood tall, staring at their picture. They seemed so alive and happy. Harry recalled Tonks unconditional love for Remus which overwhelmed the r eserved man. She had unlocked the secret to his soul and Harry was absolutely convinced that they died happy because they were together. Uncle Harry? Teddy finally spoke, his voice was strong. Harry looked down at him and grasped his hand, pressing Teddy to continue. Im ready now. Can you tell me how they died? Harry and Andromeda had tried to fill in the gaps of how theyd lived, who they were and how they loved. By mutual consent, theyd agreed to leave the d arker aspects of their deaths until Teddy was older, when he the distance from the event matched his maturity to handle the details. His godson, Harry was discovering, was beginning to be wise beyond his years. Harry recalled his own childhood, raised as an orphan. He remembered the questions he had and how lost he felt by the emptiness of not knowing. Are you sure? Harry knew the answer before Teddy did. Harry, after all, had been there before. A small glint came to Harrys eye. Remus had been so prescient. In naming Harry godfather to his son, Remus had chosen the only person who could truly relate to the boy as he grew up. Harry wasnt sure that Remus knew that Teddy would be an orphan, but coincidences in life are hard to come by. Harry took Teddys hand and let him towards the shore of the lake. As they walked, Harry turned and began to tell Teddy the story of the Marauders and of his first meeting with a rather peculiar Defense Against the Dark Arts professor by the name of Remus Lupin.

The crowd began to dissipate, heading back to their lives built on the sacrifice of the dead. Dennis Creevey gave Cho a quick kiss on the cheek and walked over to his father, who had not stirred from his seat since the end of the memorial. Are you alright, dad? Dennis towered over his father, but his manner was gentle. I can take you home, if you like? Lionel Creevey woke from his reflection. I thought you were going to have a reunion with your D.A. club? Its no bother, I can get you home. I dont want you to be alone. Dennis smiled at his father, trying to shore up his flagging emotions. Dont mind me, Dennis. I get this way this time of the year. The hardworking milkman rose from his seat. Since your mum and Colin died, it gets difficult, but Ill be fine. You go on, now. Go with your friends. Lionel Creevey looked over and spotted Cho walking with Dean Thomas. She seems nice. You like her? Dennis blushed, More than I can tell you. Shes the one, I think. Lionel clapped his son on his broad back. Good, everyone should have someone. Hold on to her, son. Your life seems to always be unpredictable. Its good to have something solid to hang on to, but theres always a chance it can be torn away. You and I both know that. Dennis glanced at his father, the tone of the response held a trace of bitterness. Are you sure youre going to be okay? I dont mind taking you home, Dad. Lionel gave his son a chuckle and his best brave face. Never you mind, Im not feeble, you know. Ive got the port key and Im going home and going to bed. Ive an early start tomorrow, so Ill watch some TV and toddle off. You run along, Ill see you next weekend. Bring that lovely girl of yours around and well have dinner, ok? Dennis smiled and hugged his father, placing a kiss on his balding head. Ok, Dad. See you then. Dennis strode off at a pace to catch up with Cho. Lionel Creevey watched his sons receding back. He pulled out the ancient key that his son had charmed that helped him transit from home to Hogwarts and back. He turned it in his hand, and the fear and the rage returned to his face. The darkness that filled his thoughts day after day, night after night, returned. He sighed heavily and transported home, to be alone. Chapter 61 The Third Trimester Tournament Summer crept up on Harry as he worked his team through its new training cycle. His team had finally pulled itself from its funk and now had an edge that was, in fact, better than theyd been before their experience with the vampires. The team immersed itself into its work, tracking down the odd dark arts practitioners and generally diving into their work with a professionalism theyd never had before. It was just as well for Harry, because as June gave way to July, he found himself immersed in a constant battle to the finish line as the impending birth of his first child began to dominate his time. It started just into May. Ginny was showing more prominently and her ability to get around was becoming more and more hampered. Harrys experience with expectant mothers had been pretty much limited and very distant. Hed watched from afar as Bill and Fleur went through Victoires birth and admittedly, had not seen the day to day demands that a husband must attend to, while

the mothers body adjusts to the hormones that were overloading her body. To make matters even more interesting, Ginny was a witch and the hormones seemed to be enhanced by the magical properties imbued by the babys parents. This made Ginnys high points, very high, and very enjoyable from Harrys perspective, but her low points were very low, and at times, Harry was hoping for the appearance of an army of Deatheaters, just so he could have a little peace. Harry finally broke down, one day, and cornered Arthur Weasley in the Ministry. Arthur always seemed to walk in a kind of peaceful calm that indicated after fathering seven children, including the aforementioned Ginny; he would have some sort of insight as to how to handle the situation. Harry was desperate and browbeating his father-in-law seemed to be the only recourse. Arthur, of course, was more than happy to lend some advice, man to man, of course. Theres nothing you can do, Harry. Youre just going to make sure shes happy. Arthur gave Harry a benign smile. His response, coupled with Arthurs look of complete seriousness, convinced Harry that the man was wandering through life drunk, or at least he made his way through Mollys seven pregnancies in that state. Its true, Harry. If Ginny is anything like her mother, and believe me, she is, then youd be better off ramming your head into a brick wall than try to find some way to change her at this time. All you can do is try to give her what she wants, and be understanding. Besides, it s not long now, you can take anything for a month or so. Harry gave Arthur a puzzled look. You do know were talking about Ginny, right? Harry leaned in, hoping hed smell the tell tale odor of some inebriating substance on Arthurs breath. Yes, yes I do. With that, Arthur bade Harry farewell, and went towards the floo network, a smile on his face and a distinct twinkle in his eye. Harry didnt care what anyone said, he had a firm suspicion as to where the wild side of the Weasley children came from. Harry allowed a heavy sigh to escape his chest and made for home. When Harry entered the front door, he found himself in the hallway, completely surrounded by packing boxes and cans of wall paint. The front room, his favorite room, had been completely changed over with a coat of bright red paint and new furniture that included a chaise and a sofa. Gone were the Gryffindor colors and the immaculate oak bookcases and his easy chairs, especially his favorite easy chairs. A flowery border adorned the middle of the wall and the room had the distinct odor of drying paint. A loud crash resounded from upstairs and Harry braced his shoulders while making the long, treacherous climb up the landing. When he reached his bedroom, he paused, swallowed, and pushed the door open. The bedroom was a wreck, with bed pillows and throw rugs tossed everywhere. The large fourposter bed was dismantled and all of their classic furniture was shoved to a corner of the room. Seated on an ottoman, Ginny reclined to take the pressure off of her lower back, but she was pointing here and there and giving out orders. Carting boxes and moving furniture, Dennis Creevey and Ron were moving at a hectic pace, while Kreacher stood next to his mistress holding a serving tray with what appeared to be a glass of chocolate milk and vial of honey. Dennis noticed Harrys appearance and gave his friend a haggard, pleading look. Harry hesitated. Ginny hadnt quite noticed him yet. There was still a small chance that he could join Charlie on the dragon egg hunt in Turkey. He seriously contemplated his escape. Welcome home, Master Harry. Kreacher gave Harry a wicked grin and Ginny turned to face her husband. Its about time you got here. Its lucky that Ron and Dennis came by to drop off a present, or else Id have no one to help me. Ginny kind of scooted around and faced Harry.

Yes, its very lucky indeed. Ron grumbled while struggling with the old grandfather clock. Ron put the clock down and motioned to Dennis. Well, it looks like Harrys home. Come on Dennis, we have to go do that thing for Hermione. Dennis dropped the piece of bed frame he was carrying. Thing? Oh yes, the thing. Right. See you Harry! Before Harry could utter a word, his two friends, men who had risked life and limb against the greatest evils in history for him, ran out the door like rabbits to the hounds. Harry dropped his bag, sullenly and faced his wife. Whats all this, then? He pointed to the tsunami strewn room that used to be hi s bedroom. Well, weve got a baby coming and we have to have everything ready. Ready? What did she mean by that? We cant just have all this stuff around, we need to prepare and the house was filthy besides, wasnt it Kreacher. Certainly, Mistress Ginny. The bland smile never left Kreachers face. Do house-elves drink too? What about the sitting room? Harry felt that he was out of control; he had no idea where she was going with this. Oh Harry, it was time for a change. Our baby cant walk around some dark, drafty room and those book cases were dangerous. Dangerous? Book cases? Arthurs words from before echoed in Harrys brain. Harry sighed and took off his robe. Taking out his wand, he set about rearranging the furniture and redecorating the bedroom at his wifes insistent commands. As he set about his work, he couldnt help but notice that Kreachers smile never left his face. Harry was going to have to re-inspect the liquor cabinet. A few hours later, their task complete, Ginny felt tired suddenly and drew herself into the bed. Satisfied at their labors, she had a peaceful look about her. She definitely glowed and Harry couldnt help but think how beautiful she was. In fact, hed never seen her so beautiful and he gently kissed her forehead as he tucked her into the newly moved and repainted bed. She was asleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillow. Silently, he snuck out and made his way to the kitchen. Kreacher was fussing about the kitchen, replacing this or that and generally tidying up the room. Rarely used cooking implements had been strewn throughout and Harry was curious as to what had been going on while hed been away. Im sorry about all this, Kreacher. Harry looked around. Whats all this? Kreacher turned to Harry and now Harry was sure there was a light in the house-elfs eye. It is of no bother, Master Harry. Such has been the way of my mistresses that were with child. What do you mean? Harry sat wearily at the table. The house-elf seemed to sense his masters exhaustion and anxiety. He placed an ice-cold tankard of beer in front of Harry. Mistress Ginny is nesting. When the time for birth approaches, the mothers prepare their homes for the arrival of the youngling. Kreacher put away a large skillet. When house-elf mothers are about to give birth, they must blast a new burrow into solid rock. It is the way of things.

Harry sipped his beer. Maybe Kreacher had something there. What about all this? It looks like youve been cooking for an army. Kreacher bowed, Well, when mothers approach the birth of their baby, they get desires for exotic food and drink. I can not explain it fully, but Mistress Ginny has been requiring me to prepare very interesting food combinations. The house-elf hesitated. What? Harry leaned forward, unconsciously finding himself hanging on the first being that actually was explaining what the blazes was going on. Im sorry, Master Harry. There will be some requests that I cannot fulfill. Harry was surprised; the little gnome was usually quite resourceful. The mothers can be very specific. They may ask for an item from a particular establishment, a human establishment. Unfortunately, there are places in the muggle world that I cannot go. That was an understatement. Well, Kreacher, you seem to have this figured out. Maybe we can work out a way for me to find the harder to get items, but you have to keep me informed. That would be acceptable, I think. Kreacher beamed onc e more. *** June turned into July and the team of Harry and Kreacher did their level best to keep pace with the extraordinary requests that Ginnys cravings came up with. The problem with the cravings, as with a lot of pregnant women, was that there was no rhyme or reason as to what the mother desired. In fact, Harry had no idea how Ginny had even had a notion about the foods she wanted; because as far as Harry could tell, there were items shed never had before, ever. A Twinkie? What in Merlins name is a Twinkie? Kreacher, whod Harry had arranged to disapparate directly into the Office of Aurors, near his desk, shrugged his shoulders. Who knows what a Twinkie is? Harry raised his voice to the room. Most of the Aurors, especially those in his team knew better than to openly laugh at their leaders predicament, but Sean Manchester couldnt help himself. He burst into tear-emitting laughter. Dawlish, ever the diplomat, and the best poker player in the Office helped Harry. A Twinkie is a yellow spongecake filled with crme filling. Its a mass market product from the States, why do you ask? Harry pointed to Kreacher. Ginny wants a Twinkie with lemon sherbet and covered with, Harry looked down at the house-elf to confirm the last ingredient. HP Sauce. Even the normally stoic Dawlish couldnt help himself. The laughter permeating the room exploded into a roar and Harry could barely be heard through the din. Right, very funny everyone. Does anyone know how to get a Twinkie, or do I have to go the States myself? Dont worry, Harry. I have a friend, a wizard, who is at the American Embassy. Ill owl him and see what we can do. Dawlish wiped a tear from his eye and walked to his office. Within the hour, Kreacher was off with a small baggie that contained two vacuumed packed bundles of sugary delight called Twinkies. *** Kreacher and Harry held their own as the weeks progressed through July. As the month ended, it was all but certain that the baby would be there any day. An office pool had been started to guess the exact date and time while another side bet was on the sex of the baby. Everyone

seemed to be getting in on the joy of the moment. Harry was finding himself more anxious than ever. Every appearance by Kreacher held the potential of telling him it was time, yet every appearance brought out an increasingly more difficult to find item. Baguettes from Paris, no imitations. Belgian waffles? Did he have to go to Antwerp for those? What exactly was a caramel macchiato anyway? Harry also was trying to clear his work plate, ensuring that his team was functioning and that his paperwork was gone. When the baby arrived, he wanted to take some time off. One night, Harry found himself alone in the Office, plying his way through any number of mundane reports that covered his desk. A loud bang announced the arrival of Kreacher. Exhaustion and stress had taken its toll on Harry, so his exasperated greeting was not unexpected. What does she want now? Honey covered chicken wings? Pickles and whipped cream? Harry cast a weary glance to his house-elf. Kreacher stood silently, a large and tooth grin on his face. He bowed deeply at the waist. It is time, Master Harry. It was a simple statement which eliminated all traces of tiredness from his body. Harry jumped up and began hurry to and fro. He grabbed his bag and began to toss everything within sight into it. As he scampered about, Kreacher reached up grasped Harrys arm. Harry stopped suddenly and looked down at the house-elf. Harry took a deep breath and nodded to his companion. Kreacher transported the two of them to Grimmauld Place. Harry and Kreacher arrived in the living room. Arthur Weasley stood there in a bathrobe and pointed upstairs. Molly and the midwife are already there. Harry ran upstairs and heard the muffled sound of shouts. Was Ginny really calling him those names? He gave a pause and then rushed into the room. Harry held her hand, her grip vise-like and crushing. She gave one last effort and then collapsed back onto the bed. He couldnt see what the midwife was doing and he felt a momentary pang of fear. What if something was wrong? Soon, he heard the clear chorus of crying, the sound loud and strong. The midwife brought a small swaddling bundle over to Harry and Ginny. Its a boy. The words pounded into his head. He turned to Ginny, her smile shining as they realized their good fortune. The midwife handed the delicate package to Harry, who lay it gently near Ginnys chest. His face was small and round and he had a small tuft of soft black hair. His eyes were closed and his brow was furrowed in a bundle of lines and rolls. His lips puckered slightly and his hands moved without direction. The babys skin was pink, darkening to red and he seemingly rolled his head to get closer to his mothers heartbeat. In a magical world, it was the most fantastic thing Harry had ever seen in his life. Molly daubed her eyes as she wiped away her tears. What will you name him? Ginny looked at Harry and nodded. Harry looked to his mother-in-law. James. His name is James Sirius Potter. Ginnys eyes glowed. Hed made a good choice. Ginny nuzzled little James and kissed his forehead. She looked up, and Harry moved closer to kiss her. When they pulled apart, Ginny whispered in Harrys ear. Happy Birthday, Harry.

It was 1:02 AM, July 31 . He didnt know how shed done it, but Ginny had given him an extraordinary, hard to top, birthday present, again. Chapter 62 The Babysitters Harry was dreaming. He was flying along on his Firebolt, rising high above the clouds. Ginny was flying next to him and the pair soared high in the sky, laughing at their own daring. Her light brown eyes shown quixotically and her long red tresses trailed her as she banked and climbed in unison with him. He heard a slight rustle in the wind, an incessant buzzing noise in his ear. He tried to keep his focus on Ginny, but the noise was getting louder and louder, like an approaching train. He hesitated and looked over towards Ginny. She seemed to be calling his name. Harry Harry Harry! He woke with a start. His eyes open, he was looking at Ginny whos tired and cross features he could barely make out in the darkness of their r oom. Its your turn! Harry lay there confused, and then the buzzing noise in his ear resolved into the banshee wails of young James, who was crying in the nearby bassinet. Harrys brain finally resolved itself into some semblance of consciousness. Wearily, he nodded and rose from the bed. He shuffled over to where his son was emptying his lungs of all oxygen in the known universe and gently lifted James out of his bed. Harry cradled the infant in the crook of his arm. Still barely awake himself, Harry toted the boy off to adjacent room and changed the babys diapers. James, Harry noted, was now fully awake. Harry tried, for a moment, to be cross with the boys timing. It was, after all, three in the morning, but James eyes were wide and they looked at his father with a look that demonstrated unconditional love. Or, as Arthur Weasley told Harry the other day, the boy just had gas. It didnt matter to Harry; he liked the unconditional love explanation better. Harry finished swaddling his son and carried him downstairs to the kitchen. When he walked into the kitchen, Kreacher shuffled out of small door leading to an alcove off of the kitchen area. The house-elf said not a word but simply walked up to Harry and handed him a bottle. His task complete, Kreacher did an abrupt about face shuffled back into the door and shut it behind him. Harry held the bottle and stared at place where Kreacher had disappeared. Shrugging his shoulders, Harry upended the bottle, allowing a few drops of the milk to touch his wrist. In reality, Harry had no earthly idea what the ideal feeding temperature for James bottle was supposed to be. He figured that somewhere between scalding and ice cold would be just right, and the test on his wrist seemed to fit that criteria. Harry grabbed a new dish towel from the counter and walked into the sitting room. Through careful negotiation where he laid out a thoughtful argument, Harry was able to finally wait out Ginnys decision to return the sitting room back to its Gryffindor splendor. One remarkable change was the addition of a large, cushioned rocking chair near the fire place. Harry carried James over to the chair and sat down. Carefully supporting the babys head with his arm, Harry placed the nipple of the bottle between James lips and the starving baby began to take long pulls on the milk within. Harry began a gentle rocking motion in the chair, never taking his eyes off his son. His son. Itd almost been two weeks since his birth and Harry still could not believe that this small being was there in his home. Ginny and Harry had their lives turned upside down and shaken up by the power of the love that they could have for this tiny person. Harry studied every inch of his sons face. He saw how puffy his cheeks became as the baby sucked on his meal. As his stomach began to fill, James eyes began to grow heavy; the feeling of satisfaction combined with the warmth of his fathers touch calmed the boy. After a time, the bottle was near empty and James eyelids were drooping towards closing. Harry removed the bottle and moved to the chaise that sat in the corner of the room. Harry carefully placed the towel over his shoulder and gently brought the baby up to the shoulder. He began to lightly pat the babys back, u ntil he

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heard the tell tale sound of burping. Exhaustion began to build in Harrys bones and he lay back on the chaise, placing James on his own chest. Maybe hed lie there for a few minutes and give James the chance to fall back asleep. Soon, Harry was sleeping himself, his son nestled on his chest and in a deep sleep. Ginny rolled over in her bed and reached an arm to where she normally found Harry. His spot was empty and she smiled. The first rays of dawn were peering through the shutters on the windows and she sat upright. She stretched out her arms and knowingly looked over to the bassinet. She rose and pulled on a bathrobe and padded down the stairs, bypassing the kitchen and made beeline for the sitting room. The two men in her life were sleeping soundly on the chaise and she paused for a moment in the doorway gazing at them. Harry was lightly snoring, but he had an arm firmly around his sons body. The baby was lying on his stomach, his head turned to the side, as if his ear were turned to listen to Harrys heartbeat. There was a slight smile James face. Ginny chuckled and knew her father would probably tell Harry that it was gas. Ginny moved over to sleeping pair and gently picked James up from his fathers chest. She lightly kissed him on the forehead and with little movement he remained asleep as she repositioned him on her arm. She leaned down and kissed Harry gently. Harry. Her voice was warm, reassuring. Harry stirred and smiled, enjoying the sound of his name on her lips. Harry. He opened his eyes and saw them, the rays of the morning light casting a warm glow on the figure of his family. Good morning. Good morning, yourself. Ginnys eyes cast a glow of mystery and romance. Youd better get up; youll be late for work. Harry groaned, the moment was lost. He rose and went upstairs to get ready to go into the Office. *** Ron came into work whistling a tune. His life was extraordinarily good of late. One thing about Hermione, when there was something to be accomplished, she approached it with a vigor and a single-minded focus that was enviable, to say the least. She always completed what she starts out to do. Lately, her focus had been on two things. First, she wanted a complete reconciliation and rapprochement with her husband and secondly, she was fixated on starting a family. Both objectives seemed to always have positive net gains for one Ronald Weasley. Ron walked to his row of cubicles and looked over to where Harry sat. His friend was at his own desk, hunched over with his head firmly ensconced on a pile of papers from the inbox, like a pillow. Ron could swear that he could hear the tell-tale murmur of snoring, but couldnt really be sure. Nonetheless, Ron smirked and walked over to his friends sleeping form and clapped him soundly on the back. Late night again, mate? Harry jumped up with a start, his eyes were bloodshot and his clothes in haphazard disarray. You look a sight, Harry. Ron started to giggle a bit. Harry grimaced and attempted to straighten his clothes. It was my night to feed James. Im tired as Ive ever been. Im barely keeping my wits. Ron couldnt help but chuckle. I think, my boy, that your wits are gone forever. Just look at my dad, the man is a walking zombie. Harry gave Ron an evil stare. By the way, not that you havent thought of this, but what are you doing for Ginnys birthday, its tomorrow, you know. Of course you know, silly me, shes your wife, the mother of your child, the light of your li fe, etcetera etcetera, etcetera. Harrys eyes shot open, he was immediately awake. He shot a glance at a nearby calendar. The date read August Tenth. Ginnys birthday was tomorrow. Ron saw the sheer terror in Harrys

eyes and smiled even more. You didnt remember? The look on Harrys face told the whole story. Ron, youve got to help me! Harrys brain worked through the dilemma. Can you and Hermione watch James tomorrow night? Im sorry, my friend, but Hermione and I have dinner plans with her parents, and I cant back out of them. Ron was almost genuinely sorry for his friend. The greater sum of his emotions, however, was that he was glad that he wasnt in Harrys position. Why dont you ask my dad? Harry nodded and ran to an adjacent door that led to the Department for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts. Harry peeked into the open door and saw his father-in-law, Arthur Weasley sitting behind a cluttered desk and writing on a newspaper. The room was full of an assortment of confiscated items and books. The items ran from the mundane, like tissue boxes to the odd, like a miniature guillotine that was nominally used as a cigar cutter. Harry had no idea how that particular object had been misused. Arthur looked up from his desk and saw Harrys entry. Ah, Harry, I so love trying to complete the crossword, but without the proper context, I have no idea what word belongs where. Do you know a four letter word for a hint to a mystery? Clue. Harry stared at Arthur while the man filled in the answer. Capital, Harry! Id been trying to figure a way to work Pensieve in there. What brings you around? You look like youre holding up Arthur searched for a word to fit Harrys bedraggled appearance. admirably. Much like the men with Custer at the Little Big Horn, theyd held up admirably until the end too, Harry thought. I was hoping that you and Mrs. Weasley could take James tomorrow night. Its Ginnys birthday and Id like to take her out. Harrys eyes were pleading, desperate. Forgot that her birthday was tomorrow, did you? The reddening of Harrys cheeks told the entire story. Im afraid we cant help you tomorrow Harry. You see, Molly and I have our own plans for tomorrow. With all the children out of the house, weve been rediscovering our relationship. Weve got tickets to a show and who knows whatll happen after that? Arthur gave Harry a playful nudge with his elbow and a sly wink. Harrys stomach started turning, but he didnt know if was from the anxiety of not having a babysitter or contemplating the elder Weasleys new dating patterns. Im sure youll figure something out. Youre a resourceful chap, and whats the worse that can happen? Ginny is a reasonable person. Arthur couldnt help but laugh, as if Harrys discomfort was a source of considerable entertainment. Let me know how it turns out. As Harry walked out of his office, Arthur began to imagine what this weeks Sunday Dinner would bring. Harry ran through the Office and passed Ron without a word. He had to find Ginny a gift and he was desperate to find someone to sit with James. Hed have to accomplish both tasks by tomorrow and he had no time to waste. Harry ran out the door to catch a lift to the atrium. *** Another sleepless night passed, but this time he wasnt awakened by James, but he was kept awake trying to find a resolution to his problem. Andromeda Tonks was not available and Bill and Fleur had taken Victoire on a visit to Fleurs parents in southern France. Harry was growing desperate as his time grew short. He had but one more option and in his current state, he was willing to try it.

He arrived home early from work and found Ginny in the sitting room. Shed laid out a large down blanket and placed James in its center. She was making faces and chatting with him. His eyes were wide, drawn to the dulcet tones of her voice and the glow of her eyes. Harry paused. She was still the most beautiful creature on the planet and the joy she expressed playing with their son, radiated down to his soul. His breath slowed and his heart rate slackened. He walked in knelt on the blanket beside them. Happy Birthday, Ginny. He kissed her and gave her a bouquet of red and white roses. Id like to take you out to dinner. What about James? She was a little anxious given that shed not been apart from her son since his entry into the world. Not to worry, I found someone to sit for us. Itll only be for a couple of hours. We both need the break, I think. She smiled, still a little uncertain, but also looking forward for a couple hours respite. She ran up the stairs to change. A little while later, she reappeared, ready to go out on the town. So, who did you find to watch him? Her question was interrupted b y a loud knocking on the door. She pulled it open and stepped back in surprise. Lee, George and Dudley strutted through the opening. George looked around and spotted James lying on the floor in the sitting room. He turned to his sister, I heard the lit tle squirt wanted to spend some time with his three favorite uncles. Well, your babysitters are here. Harry carefully watched Ginnys reaction. She was immediately incredulous, but as she worked through the possibilities her face morphed into a completely different expression. It wasnt agreement or happiness. Neither was it disappointment or anger. Ginny Potter was a Weasley and had as big a love for irony as any in her family. A small part of her saw the potential mischief that could happen with these three overconfident men watching her small bundle of joy. The look Harry saw was a kind of twisted, like that of a person who knows that a practical joke was about to happen and couldnt wait for the results. . Ginnys response was syrupy sweet. You all are so kind to do this for us. James is really no trouble at all. Do you have any questions for us? She batted her eyes a bit. Questions? He eats, sleeps and gets changed. How hard could it be? George snorted. Perfect, thought Ginny. How hard, indeed? Harry led Ginny from the house and took her to a nice dinner out on the town. Later, they walked along the park leading back to their house. Harry reached into his bag and pulled out a carefully wrapped present. Happy Birthday, Ginny. She smiled and took the package from him. Gleefully, she removed the bright ribbons and tore through the paper. She opened the box within, and pulled out what appeared to be an old Kodachrome camera. She looked up at Harry. Its similar to the cameras we use in investigations. It takes a full three dimensional image. She raised an eyebrow at her husband. I figured it would come in handy while youre covering Quidditch matches. You could take pictures of the action, that is, if you want to go back to work. She stopped for a moment. Shed been torn with conflicting emotions. Part of her wanted to stay home all the time with James, but part of her didnt want to lose her identity. She loved her mother, but she didnt think that Molly Weaselys life was the one Ginny Potter wanted to have. She felt a little guilty for wanting to have a career and to be a mother. Shed been unable to raise the issue with Harry, unsure of what his thoughts were on the subject. This simple gift, this small

gesture told her volumes. He understood her dilemma. He understood her completely and hed known. I do want to go back to work, eventually. How did you know, Harry? He shrugged. It was always good to have a friend like Hermione who basically knew everything. Shed clued Harry into what was on Ginnys mind a few days ago. Sometimes it was like taking the N.E.W.T.s with an open book. Ginny gave Harry a huge hug and kissed him deeply. Well, its still your birthday, what do you want to do next? She thought for a moment and looked down at her camera. Really? I miss James. Lets go home. I just feel like looking at him. Her gaze softened, because her explanation was mostly true. Harry grinned. Is it just because you miss James or is there another reason? She checked the film in the camera. Oh, obviously I have ulterior motives. Lets go. The almost ran the rest of the way to the house. Carefully opening the door, they walked into the hall. Diapers littered the hallway and silence dominated the space. They inched their way to the sitting room and found it a shambles. The blanket was tossed up on the ceiling and an unidentifiable residue covered the walls. The couple smiled at each other and moved to the kitchen where pots and pans were strewn about with several opened and half empty babys bottles. A pot was boiling over on the stove and Harry took it off the flame and shut the gas. His eyes pointed up the stairs. They crept up the stairs to their bedroom, which where the devastation from downstairs was repeated. The bassinet was upended and clothing was cast around. The three erstwhile babysitters were sitting on the floor with green and white liquid covering them. Their backs were resting on the large bed in the middle of the room. On the bed, James lay on his back. His hands had just discovered his feet and he was grasping them. As if sensing their arrival, James turned his head and smiled, a devilish grin, his dark brown eyes twinkling. Harry thought he was too young to be this much trouble, it had to be just gas. George saw them enter, but couldnt muster the strength to rise. Projectile vomiting! How does that much liquid come from so small a person? Dudley looked up, His crying could raise the dead. I m telling you, I have permanent hearing loss. Lee didnt even bother to look up. You didnt tell us you gave Kreacher the night off and you didnt tell us that putting on a diaper could be so dangerous. Ginny smiled with distinct pleasure. She raised the camera up and centered the lens on the three pathetic men collapsed on her floor. Smile, everyone! She snapped the shutter and waited for the film to develop. When image resolved itself, she laughed and turned to Harry. What a splendid birthday present! Harry laughed and returned his gaze to his son. James burped and giggled at his own ingenuity, but at only two weeks of age, Harry was pretty sure, it only gas. Chapter 63 Jealousy and Pie

The summer progressed rapidly while Harry and Ginny learned the intricacies of being parents. What they found out, ultimately, was that they would never know everything there was to know. Harry constantly felt that he was forgetting something or missing something. He had been a better than average student, both at Hogwarts and as an Auror, but there was not textbook on child rearing. Nothing, anyway, that matched the experiences he and Ginny were going through. The fact of the matter was that the times they felt inadequate were far overshadowed by the times of pure joy they felt as James began to grow. Every day brought a new discovery, a new motion, a new experience and Harry and Ginny cherished watching James discover his world. James immediately became the center of the Weasley universe and it was no more telling than at the Sunday Dinner. Each time Harry and Ginny arrived, they were bombarded by constant requests to hold little James. For his part, the young Mr. Potter seemed to relish the attention. He had a particular affinity for Hermione, who displayed very capable mothering techniques. James cooed for her and his eyes danced every time she talked to him. Aunt Petunia was now a regular at the gatherings and made a distinct fool of herself every time she held James. Not to be outdone, Molly Weasley and Andromeda Tonks began a friendly competition of seeing who could get young James to say a word, even though these two supposedly experienced parents knew full well that actual words were still months away. Everyone treated the new arrival with great pleasure. Everyone, that is, except young Teddy Lupin. Hed been the first child of the post-Voldemort era and had, for a time, been the focus of attention for the family. Now, the arrival of James Potter had changed that dynamic. Even when Victoire had been born, Teddy still had a place in the eyes of the people gathered here, because, after all, Victoire was a girl. But now, everything had changed. His Uncle Harry barely spoke to him and Uncle George was more interested in the sounds the little baby made. Ever since the memorial, Teddy started to get the feeling he that he was alone and that he didnt belong. Even now, his grandmother was doting on the baby. Teddy began to brood and act out a bit. It started with small things, but slowly began to progress into full blown rebellion. Todays party was especially festive because Charlie Weasley was able to make an appearance. Of course, Teddy thought, Charlie paid more than enough attention to James. Hed barely noticed how much Teddy had grown since Charlie had last been in the Burrow. Teddy! He felt the grip of the pair of arms grab his waist and squeeze. Normally, he was simply embarrassed. Today, he was just mad. He tried to ignore Victoire, but the irrepressible cherub would not be swayed. You can sit next to me, if you like. Her royal highness had deigned to offer Teddy the ultimate prize, proximity to her person. I dont want to sit next to you. In fact, I just wish youd leave me alone! Teddy pulled her arms from his waist and walked off, away from the adults. What would it matter, he thought, no one would notice anyway. A small tear formed in Victoires eye. She looked around hoping that someone had noticed how rude Teddy had been to her. She glanced at her parents, but they were engaged in some small talk with Charlie. A lady doesnt tattle, either, she thought. In a huff, Victoire walked off to find Crookshanks. Someone had noticed the exchange, someone who always kept a watchful eye on Teddy and had noticed his darker mood. Andromeda Tonks shook her head and walked over to where Harry stood talking to Ron. Harry, could I speak to you for a moment? Harry excused himself and walked over to where she stood. I think Teddy is a little jealous. Harry looked around for his godson, but didnt see any sign of him. What do you mean?

Andromeda sighed. Hes getting older, Harry and he feels alone. With James around, he thinks weve all abandoned him. He thinks that youve abandoned him. Thats preposterous! Ive just been busy, thats all. I dont mean for him to feel like I dont love him. Harry rewound the events of the past few months, and discovered that Andromeda was probably right. Hes seven years old, Harry. Just like when you were his age, hes beginning to understand that he doesnt have any parents and hes trying to fit in somewhere. Large changes in his world can unsettle him. It would unsettle anyone in his shoes. It was unsettling for me. Harrys tone was somber, as he remembered. He nodded to her and walked off to find Teddy. Teddy had walked out of the Burrow and out to a nearby pond. He was angrily hurling stones into the pond, watching the ripples on the water. The force of his throws increased with his fury. He picked up a good sized rock and looked directly at a duck near the ponds far shore. Teddy reared back to throw the rock. You dont want to hurt anyone, or anything. Youll regret it. Harrys voice froze Teddy. Teddys hair turned a bright shade of red and he dropped the stone, heavily into the water. What do you care? Teddy was sullen, his anger giving way to shame and sadness. Of course I care Teddy. Youre important to this family. I dont have a family, cept Gran. I dont have anyone when shes gone. Teddy collapsed on the ground and buried his head his knees. Harry could hear his sobs and the sound hit him squarely in the chest. Thats not true, Teddy. The Weasleys are your family and Im your family. J ames is your family, too. Harry sat down next to Teddy and put a strong arm around his shoulders. Do you remember when I told you that we were the same? I lost my parents, just like you? Teddy looked over at Harry and nodded. Well, there is one difference. I didnt have anyone like you have. You should ask Dudley or my Aunt Petunia. Youre very lucky. All these people love you. Teddy sniffled a bit. I thought that you didnt want to be around me, because of James. Hes your real son, after all. Yes, yes he is and Im sorry Ive neglected you. Im still learning how to be a good godfather and a good dad. Im not perfect, you know. Harry smiled and for the first time that day, Teddy smiled with him. I was pretty rotten to Victoire. Teddy stood, and helped Harry up. I guess I should apologize. Perhaps. Harry stared Teddy down, causing Teddys hair to brighten to a shade of purple. I love you, Teddy. You will always be part of my family. Sometimes, you just got to help me remember, but keep this one thing in mind. Teddy looked up at Harry earnestly. You are never going to be alone, ever. Teddy smiled and allowed Harry to take his hand and lead him back to the party. Teddy approached Victoire who turned her back to him and raised her nose. Im sorry, Victoire, I was a real heel to you. You didnt deserve it.

The golden haired beauty was surprised at his sincerity and she immediately forgave him, however, being a lady, she decided to let him stew about for a few minutes. When she turned around to face him, her eyes grew wide with shock and surprise. A large pie, twice the size of a normal pie made a graceful arc through the air and landed firmly on Teddys head. Victoire turned to the source of the pie and sp otted George standing beside Dudley and Lee, snickering. I got you, Teddy! Ive been waiting months to get you back and I finally got you! George roared in triumph. George Weasley! Ginny walked up to her brother and made to pull on his ear. This side, sis. George redoubled his laughter, pointing to his one good ear. Ginny turned a brilliant shade of purple. Teddy watched in awe as he wiped the remnants of the pie from his face. Hes seven! Youre picking on a seven year old boy! Georges grin grew sheepish. He started it. That was all he could muster. Ginny dipped a hand into her pocket and removed the photo she took of George and the other babysitters. She turned to face the three, Dudley, George and Lee. She waved the incriminating picture in their faces. What you three juvenile delinquents seem to forget is that I work for a widely published newspaper! Ginny walked over to Teddy and took his hand. As they walked away, Teddy turned and stuck his tongue out at George. Lee looked at George. She wouldnt, would she? Dudley looked over at Lee and then at George. George returned their stares. Yes, I think she would. Chapter 64 The Pain of Loss Dennis Creevey, Cho Chang and Lionel Creevey sat around the dinner table of Lionels home. The conversation was light and Lionel didnt feel the burden of the pain that always seemed to find him. He was happy that his only remaining son had found someone he cared for deeply. He noticed how Cho and Dennis rarely let their glances drift too far from each other. Dennis was working in the government in some capacity, Lionel wasnt really clear as to what and Cho had become a developer of sports equipment for some game played in their world. That was the key phrase, their world. The details escaped Lionel and yet, they dwelled on the events and the people that inhabited the strange world that had been introduced to Lionel and his wife so many years ago. Dinner wound down and Lionel made to clear the table. Thats alright Dad, well get it. Dennis drew his wand and began to motivate the dirty dishes towards the kitchen. Lionels face became a dark cloud. Dont do that! Dennis cast a quick look at this father, not expecting the harshness of the rebuke. I mean to say, you dont have to do that. I like doing this myself, besides what if one of the neighbors happened by. We still need to be discreet, Dennis.

Dennis nodded his head and had the wayward crockery return to their spots on the table. He was still puzzled by the vehemence of his fathers shout, but decided that it was just a case of the blues. His father had seemed to be in a deep funk, despite the fact that itd been over six years since Colin had died. Their mother had passed almost a month later, overcome by the shock of the loss of her oldest son. That had left their father alone and the proud, hardworking milkman had never seemed to shake the dual blows of the losses. Dennis had some news that he hoped would help his father lighten his mood, if only for a little while. Cho and I are getting married! Lionel stood mouth agape. He looked at Cho whose face was flushed, her eyes downcast. He recovered quickly and went to embrace the two. Thats wonderful, Dennis. Im happy for you both. He moved to a sideboard and removed a well-used bottle from the cabinet. Id say this calls for a drink. When are you going to tie the knot? He poured three glasses of the amber liquid and handed them out to his son and his fianc. Probably sometime in November, we were thinking of doing it on the grounds at Hogwarts. Lionel smiled once more and raised his glass. To my son and his lovely bride-to-be, may you be blessed in life, marriage and parenthood. The last caused Chos face to darken more. They touched glasses and drank to the toast. They made small talk about the upcoming nuptials. After a while, Dennis and Cho rose to leave, and kissed Lionel goodbye. Are you sure you will be fine with this Dad? Dennis looked at his father. Are you okay, Dad? Lionel looked at his one remaining family member. Dennis had grown. He was well over a head taller than his father. Dennis was a hulk of a man; he had a broad chest and massive arms, but he still had the look of the little boy that Lionel had sent off to that place. Im fine, Dennis. Im just a little tired. Im proud of you, boy. Just remember, take care of each other. You live in a very dangerous world, and I want to see my grandchildren. Lionels voice was heavy and low. Dennis beamed, the confidence of youth combined with experience eking out of his being. Dont worry about a thing, Dad. Im pretty good at this. Dennis winked and walked out the door with Cho. By the time hed cleaned up the dinner plates and tidied up the kitchen, darkness had fallen. Lionel poured himself another drink and decided that he didnt want to turn on the lights. Instead, he fell into the recliner in the living room and turned on the television. He didnt hear the program that was playing; instead he grabbed a small picture frame that was propped up on the table nearby. He stared at the picture. It wasnt one of those magical photos that Dennis and his like used; it was a simple image of Lionel and his wife with the two boys when they were children. It was from before the kids knew they were special, before Lionel was convinced to send them off to that school, before Albus Dumbledore walked into his house and convinced Lionel to make the decision that would take the lives of his oldest child and his beloved Dorothy. He grasped the picture solidly while his eyes darkened. Hed been brooding more, lately. He was happy for Dennis, but how long before his magical colleagues got him killed? Dennis was a good boy. He was a man, now, no longer a boy, but he was immersed in that world and Lionel feared that there was no way to convince his son of how terrified Lionel was of that secret alien existence. Now Dennis was going to marry another of his kind, another magic person. Lionel was sure that hed lose his son, as sure as the sun would rise. The thought caused his depression to start to turn to hate and the hate kindled a fire within him. He wouldnt lose his son, not to those people.

The noise of the television caught his attention. A reporter was on location at a bookstore, it seemed, interviewing a doddering old man, who sat a table, a stack of books displayed. This is Diane Hoss. Im here at Jacobs Books with Professor Elias Cohen, author of the book The Hidden World of Magic. Professor Cohen, many people thought that this was a how-to book on magic tricks, but youre saying its something different entirely. The old man had a kind face, the top of his head prominently displaying a receding hairline. His hair was starkly white and he had a bushy mustache that covered the area from his nose to his lip. He wore a bright red running suit and his eyes were a cool blue, younger than his apparent age. Yes, Diane. You see, theres a hidden magical world that most humans are kept from . Its as if a secret society exists in the midst of our own, causing great harm sometimes, but often filling the world with wonder. The reporters skepticism was demonstrable on her face. She allowed her eyes to roll faintly, nevertheless, she kept her microphone trained on her guests face. I dont know why weve been kept from interacting with this world, but Im sure there is government involvement, all the way up to Ten Downing. But Professor, this sounds like another one of those ubiquitous conspiracy theories; instead of black helicopters, you say there are black robes. The reporter was sure shed scored points with her producers back at the station with her deftness at handling this obviously deranged man. Cohen didnt notice her slight. Instead, he chuckled. I understand that you dont believe it. Its an interesting story, though, that the most famous secret organizations of our history were related to this magical world. The Freemasons, Illuminati, Skull and Bones, or the Order of the Dragon, were all mechanisms for wizards and witches from this secret world to gain entry into ours. They are all the same. The reporter knew that this interview had long passed its point of real value, so she quickly signed off and the broadcast moved to other things. Lionel switched off the television and stared at its blank screen for a time. Filling the world with wonder, that man is an idiot. Lionel brooded at the interview. The haze of the alcohol was clouding his head. He has no idea how deadly that world is. Lionel pulled himself out his chair and made for the door. He was going to tell that professor how wrong he was. *** When Lionel arrived at bookstore, he had difficulty finding the man he saw on the interview. The table hed seen was placed far in the back of the store and when Lionel finally found him, Professor Cohen was sitting idly, not a soul nearby, an untouched stack of books on the table. Youre that man who knows about the magic world. Lionels voice was gruff, angry. Yes. Yes, I am. Cohen straightened up and pulled on the bottom of his track suit jacket. Aside from the reporter, no one had been there at his book signing. Do you want me to sign a book?

Im not interested in your bleeding book. Youre wrong. Theres nothing wonderful about wizards and witches. Its all rubbish. Cohen was struck by the venom in the mans tone. It wasnt the tone of a doubter, it was much more real. What do you mean? Mister? Cohen offered his hand. Lionel ignored the gesture. My name is Creevey. The world you think you know is dangerous and evil. It killed my son and wife and more people than you can imagine. Its not wonderful at all. Cohen was really intrigued. In his time, hed met the crackpots and hed been called one too. This man in front of him was genuine and he had to know his story. A sense of anticipation swelled in his chest. This man may hold the key. He may be the one theyd been looking for. Why dont you tell me about it? Cohen offered Lionel a seat. Lionel paused for a moment, the exertion of his outburst having drained him of the pent up emotions hed been feeling. You wont believe me. No one ever believes me. The only thing real is that my boy and my Dorothy are dead and they were killed by magic. Lionels head drooped, the effects of the liquor and his depression combining to increase the weight on his shoulders. Cohen head burned in anticipation. The whole point of this book was to try to draw someone out who could get them a line in to Britains magical society. He was so close. Ill believe you. Tell me your story, Mr. Creevey. You look like someone with a good one to tell. Lionel Creevey unburdened his soul. He started with the oddities that began to happen when his boys were growing up. He told Cohen of the visit from the mysterious headmaster of a peculiar school that would educate his sons in the ways of their abilities. Creevey spoke of port keys and Diagon Alley, of wands and owls and finally of death and loss. Their world is dangerous, Professor Cohen. Dont get me wrong, there are good people there, but the good are always fighting evil and their evil ones are very bad. My son, Colin, died fighting one the worst of the lot. Lionel felt the weight on him slacken. He was relating feelings that he couldnt even share with Dennis, but for some reason, this strange man before him seemed to be a kindred spirit of some sort. Now my only remaining son is getting married, to a witch no less. He will be a part of that world for rest of his life, how ever long that may be. Elias Cohen had been waiting for Lionel Creevey for a long time. He savored the opportunity that the pathetic man in front of him gave him. Cohen nodded his head at the right times, but was fixated on the chances that an association with Mr. Creevey might bring. You know, Ive always believed that if these magic people were less secretive and more open to the rest of the world, theyd be less of a threat. Lionel looked at Cohen, his mind working. I think part of the problem is that no one knows about them and if the public did, then maybe everyone, humans and wizards, would be safer. Cohen placed greater emphasis on the wizards word. Essentially, he was focusing Lionels grief and pain on the secrecy portion of the equation. It doesnt matter. They keep to themselves and theyre good at it. I dont know how much you or me could accomplish by just telling folks about them. Lionel shrugged his shoulders. Cohen smiled broadly, his teeth showing beneath the long tendrils of his whiskers. What if I were to tell you that I had a very powerful sponsor, who had the power to change both worlds? Wouldnt that be worth your sons life? Cohen went for the kill. Lionel pondered the question. Was it possible? Lionel Creevey wasnt sure, but he would do anything to keep Dennis alive. Lionel couldnt bear to think about any other alternative. He would do anything.

*** Professor Elias Cohen was walking down the deserted street. He had his cell phone to his ear and was conducting a vigorous conversation with the party on the other end of the line. Im telling you Simon, this one is the key. Hes perfect! The voice speaking b ack to Cohen wheezed, trying to get the words out forcefully, but only managing a whisper. I hope youre right Elias, were running out of time, maybe only until the end of the year. I know Simon, but this is the only way. Im bringing Mr. Creevey around tomorrow. Well start the background with him then. Will you be able to put on a good show? Cohen heard a pause on the phone. I want the strongest we can find, Elias. Everything else is secondary. Do you think this Creevey will know who that is? The man known as Simon broke into a bout of hacking coughs. Hes already mentioned a name. It keeps resurfacing. The most prominent and apparently the most powerful is a man by the name of Harry Potter. Cohen let his words echo across the distance. Good. That confirms some of the other information we have. Bring Mr. Creevey around, Ill be ready. Our target is now Mr. Harry Potter. The line fell dead with a click. Chapter 65 Illumination His office was a reflection of his power. It covered the entire top floor of his headquarters. He sat behind the expansive desk and surveyed his surroundings. Banks of large flat-screened monitors, manufactured by his own company of course, covered a wall to his front. A wide array of business programming blanketed the televisions spewing an unending crescendo of information from the multitude of markets that his company traded on. His was the penultimate position of power in this world, and yet, he still felt powerless. Simon Clark had risen from the depths of poverty to create the richest conglomerate in the world. Clark Industries was heavily diversified in everything from computers to shipbuilding, biotechnology to military hardware. He was young still, barely thirty-five. Clark was tall and lean, in most respects, the picture of health. He shunned all of the vices that tempted men of his means. He didnt drink or smoke and he rigidly monitored what he ate. He wasnt married, and was not one for casual dalliances. For all of his money and influence, for all of his healthy lifestyle, Simon Clark could not stem the flow of the inevitable. He was dying. Doctors called it the rarest of genetic defects. So rare, in fact, that his was the only known case of the disease. His body was literally eroding from the inside out. He reclined back in his chair. An innocuous metal pole stood sentinel next to him. Affixed to the pole, a clear plastic bag of liquid was suspended with a long tube extending from its bottom. The tube ran into his arm, feeding a controlled amount of a special drug that his research division had developed. The drug was not a cure, in fact, his scientists felt that every time he took a dose of the drug, it literally removed a day of life from his frail body, but the drug, when taken, gave him the opportunity to function normally. He was once more the titan of industry that his persona portrayed to the general public. After a course of the medicine, he was able to forget, at least for a few hours, that his time on this planet was limited. Hed tried every known remedy. Blood transfusions, bone marrow transplants, gene therapy and holistic medicine, everything he tried failed without any trace of success. Then he met Elias

Cohen. Elias, at the time, was an unknown curmudgeon who was peddling an even lesser known theory in the form of a book to one of Clarks publishing companies. Elias would have been unknown to him except for his appearance in Clarks research in the occult. Cohens story was different. He didnt speak of tricks or religion. Instead, Cohens theory posited that evolution had created a different race of humans. These humans were imbued with fantastic magical properties and, more importantly, life spans more than double ordinary humans. When Clark brought Elias into his office, he was amazed when the doddering old man regaled him with stories of the magical world. Clark was a skeptic at first. He cross checked every fact that he could and what he found was that Cohen was more right than wrong. Their relationship began a pursuit. It was a race against time based on whether they could unlock the mystery of these wizards before Clarks body succumbed to the inevitable. Theirs was a symbiotic relationship. Clark wanted to live while Cohen was motivated by the desire to unmask the hidden world. Together, they would achieve both their aims in the person of one Lionel Creevey. *** Lionel Creevey found himself exiting the Regents Park Tube Station to a rainy, dreary September day. He turned the collar on his coat and quickly consulted the small sheet of paper in his hand. Gaining his bearings, he followed along Great Portland Street until he came to where the large roadway met Weymouth Street. On the northwest corner, a large red brick building rose almost ten stories in height and extended the length of the block. Lionel hesitated a moment and then spied Elias Cohen standing in front of the glass entrance to the building. Cohen was in a royal blue jogging suit, completely ignoring the rain pelting his head. Seeing Lionel, Cohen waved and Lionel walked to meet with him. Good, right on time. Elias ushered Creevey into the entrance to Clark Industries. They ignored the receptionist and walked straight through the elaborate security apparatus constructed at the front door. Cohen led him past the bank of lifts to the rear of the building and punched a code into a keypad outside a set of lift doors that were separated from the main bank. The lift doors opened immediately and Cohen pressed the only button on the panel. They rode silently, Lionels eyes were lowered and his mind raced with doubts as to what he was doing. His thoughts were erased when the doors opened and he walked into another alien world. Mr. Creevey? A tall, ball headed man walked from around the large desk in the room hed entered. The man walked confidently and he had a pleasant smile on his face. He approached Lionel and gave a nod to Elias, then extended his hand in greeting. Lionel shook his hand and noticed the firmness and self-assurance behind the gesture. Im Simon Clark. Welcome, sir. Wont you sit down? The young man invited Lionel deeper into the office and indicated one of the large comfortable seats in front of his desk. Instead of returning to the area behind the desk, Clark sat in an adjacent chair, on its edge, leaning forward. Its so good of you come. May I call you Lionel? Creevey nodded. You see, Lionel, Im in the business of providing a better life for all mankind. Elias here has told me your story and I think theres a way for me to help you and for you to help all of mankind. Lionels interest perked up noticeably. What do you mean? Clark smiled. You see, Elias here believes that a lot of our world and the wizards world a s well suffers from the secrecy that they live in. I would think you would know more about this than I do. Lionel again nodded. In my mind, theres more to this than just knowing about each other. Theres so much that would benefit all of mankind by our capability to share in the magic worlds knowledge. Lionel hadnt quite thought about this issue in that light. Hed been fixated on the danger that living in a small insular world had brought to his son. Hed never really thought about benefits.

What do you mean? For the first time, he was open to hearing more. Did you know what the life span of a wizard is? The blank stare greeted his question. Its up to almost two hundred years. Lionel gave a look of shock. Wouldnt it benefit all of us to find out why and make our world better? Lionel pondered the question. In the final analysis, he really didnt care. What good was it for his children to have a long life expectancy if they didnt survive their world? In his mind, his obje ct was to lift the veil of secrecy and allow Dennis the ability to live in the light, free from fear. He told Clark as much. Clark, for his part, didnt bat an eye. I understand. Believe me, your goals are my goals. The thing of it is, if you can help me, I can help you. Are you willing to work with Elias and myself to do that? Creevey sat back in his chair. His mind raced at the possibilities. Hed be able to see his son marry and have children. I will. Lionel was committed. Splendid! Were going to make a better world, for you and your son. Clark rose and offered his hand. Please follow Elias. Were going to ply you for some information, but believe me, when its all said and done, we will make history. Who knows, maybe young Denn is can work here for me! Lionel smiled at the notion. His mind pictured Dennis having a normal life with a normal job. He readily followed Elias out a door at the side. *** Clark watched the man follow behind Elias. When he disappeared out the door, Clark felt his energy draining from him. He slowly made his way towards his seat at his desk. He dropped into his chair and hit a small button on his desk. Another door opened and a large, brutish man dressed in a finely tailored three piece suit. His muscles stretched the fabric of his coat and he had the tell tale bulge of a weapon holstered tucked beneath his left armpit. His brown eyes were constantly moving as if looking for a threat. His hair was cropped short and he had a large forehead and a jutting chin. His bearing was military and utterly deadly. Anthony Stephens was ex-military, a commando, no less. He had a reputation for ruthlessness which had got him mustered out of the service to begin with. He was a deadly instrument of mayhem and he was completely devoted to Simon Clark. Stephens walked to his boss and began the complex process of connecting a vial of intravenous fluid, this time containing a solution designed to replenish Clarks nutrients. Clark nodded at Stephens as he felt the cool sensation of the liquid entering his veins. After a moment, Clark sat up and focused on a monitor imbedded in the surface of his desk. The image was that of a conference room and he saw a large table where Lionel Creevey, Elias Cohen and a transcriber keying into a laptop. From the audio, Lionel was speaking without pause. Clark smiled and turned to his brooding companion. Prepare your assault team with a maximum load. Well have a target for you soon enough. The giant henchman bowed slightly and turned to leave the room. Clark noticed the small smile on his team leaders face. Stephens was relishing this chance and apparently he hoped that hed meet some resistance.

Clark leaned back in his chair and contemplated this opportunity. If he was right, hed not only be cured, but hed live a lot longer. He savored the possibilities. Why on earth would he share this power with anyone? Hed be the most powerful man on the planet. Clark smiled even more deeply. No, there was no need to share this ability; hed just have to make sure that he was the only one to reap the benefits of his efforts. The knowledge gained from this venture would have to be compartmentalized, after all. *** Hours passed and Lionel began to tire. Elias dismissed the stenographer and decided to call it a day. He motioned for Lionel to follow him out the door. Do you want to see something interesting? Lionel shrugged his shoulders. They walked down a long corridor that led to an open room. The room was filled with display cases much like a museum. The cases held a variety of wands and robes and other objects that Lionel had only seen in the display windows during his visits to Diagon Alley with his sons. This is the sum total of our knowledge of that world. These artifacts were recovered from all over the world. Lionel spotted a familiar face on the wall. Elias noticed his focus. Yes, thats Benjamin Franklin. He, Thomas Jefferson and John Adams were all members of the Freemasons. Lionel recognized the names, but had no idea who the Freemasons were. They were all wizards, who rather dwelled in the human world, not their own. Muggles. Elias looked at Lionel curiously. They call humans, muggles. It sounds kind of like the name of a pet. Muggles, then. The wizards still enforced their secrecy, but these secret societies sprouted up. Elias pointed to the gallery. This would have never happened had we not found out about these societies. Cohen lost himself in the moment. Indeed, there were Illuminati members that will play a key role in their gambit. Anyway, lets get you home. Cohen escorted Lionel to the front door. With a wave, he watched the tired man walk towards the tube station. Cohen took the lift back to Clarks office and plopped himself in front of the desk. Clark remained stationary, allowing his medicine to take hold. Well? What do you think? I think we have a very good opportunity. Elias watched his patron turn in his chair towards him. We can use the Creevey boys wedding to make our move. Potter is sure to be there and we can use Lionel to gain access to the proceedings. Another door opened and Anthony Stephens lumbered into the room. Clark turned his head towards him. Have your team ready to go in six weeks. Your objective is the retrieval of a man named Harry Potter. What about collateral damage? The voice was deep. Clark looked at Elias. The device will render them impotent so resistance should be negligible. Clark nodded. Be that as it may, should anyone try to play the hero, use all available means to secure Potter. I want him alive, all other considerations are secondary. Stephens snapped his heels together and turned about. Clark let out a sigh and wheezed deeply. Finally, he spoke. Are you sure the device will work? Everything depends on its utility. It was crafted by one the worlds most powerful wizards over one hundred years ago. Elias was sure.

How do you know? Clark knew the answer, but he couldn t leave anything to chance. You know the answer, I was his assistant. Elias steepled his fingers. I was there. Assured, Clark closed his eyes and allowed sleep to overtake him. Chapter 66 Illuminati Scientia The Potters sat around the dinner table enjoying a quiet meal at home. James was seated in a high chair and his parents took turns feeding him from jars of food that sat in front of them. He didnt much care for the orange goo that his mother was feeding him and disliked the yellow mush that his father was feeding him. His parents, as usual, were ignoring his insistence that the quality of his meals get better. Getting married? His mothers squeal caused James to giggle which was fortunate because he was growing bored with smearing his food on his high chair. Harry wiped a large section of yellow paste off his sons cheek. Yes, Dennis said they were going to hold the ceremony at Hogwarts. I saw him in the training arena. Dennis had been selected to lead the new Magical Law Enforcement hit team that was being reconstituted after its decimation during the Morgana crisis. Dennis was ramping up the training regimen and using Harrys team as a training cadre for his recruits. In the beginning, Harrys team of Aurors won every contest, but Dennis diligence was bringing the Ministry Hit Team up to full proficiency. Thats wonderful. Ginny fed James a spoonful of orange paste which he immediately pushed out of his mouth with his tongue and smiled at his ingenuity. I wonder what Ill wear? We can get my parents or Andromeda to sit for us. I cant wait. Ginny crammed a bit more of the orange paste into James mouth and held the spoon to prevent a repeat of his tongue feat. Im going to see Cho tomorrow at the shop. Cho was an equipment designer at the Quality Quidditch Supply Shop. Ginny saw her often in Ginnys capacity as senior Quidditch correspondent for the Daily Prophet. Thats great, why dont you try to get a line on a good gift for them? Harry picked up James from the high chair and head up the stairs to bathe him. He left Ginny who was scribbling furiously on a notepad a list of things to do to prepare for the wedding. The next day, Ginny found herself walking along Diagon Alley towards her job at the Daily Prophet. On the way, she stopped at the Quality Quidditch Supply Shop and looked for any sign of Cho. Spotting her in a corner of the shop, near a rack of new Firebolts, Ginny almost ran to Cho, squealing in delight. Im so happy for you! She embraced her friend with a crushing hug. Cho took a deep breath, trying to replace the air that Ginny had squeezed out of her. Is there anything I can do for you? No, not really, I think weve pretty much got it sewed up. Cho noticed Ginnys disappoint ed expression. Noticing the camera strapped around Ginnys neck, Cho had an inspiration. We dont have a photographer, though. Do you think, maybe, you can take some shots of us? Id be delighted! Ginny beamed. Hows Dennis doing? Hes gotten into the swing of things. Hes out with his father right now. I think this whole wedding has brightened his Dads outlook. Cho gave Ginny a hopeful grin.

Thats great! Ginny leaned in conspiratorially. Now, never mind all that, lets see your ring. *** Dennis sat with his father at a pub down the road from the senior Creeveys home. They were watching a fiercely contested rugby match on the television and tipping back ales. Dennis, can I ask a favor about the wedding? Lionels tone was measured. Dennis took a sip of his beer. Sure Dad, anything. I was wondering if I could bring a few friends with me. Dennis gave him a curious look. Theyre all part of a grief counseling group I belong to. Everyone lost someone during the Voldemort problem. Dennis thought for a few moments. He was surprised by the request. Mostly, he was taken by his fathers mention of the word friends. Given the morose mood his father had been in the past few years, Dennis was overjoyed by the fact that his father was socializing. Sure Dad, how many were you thinking? Dennis took another sip of his drink. Just myself and four others. Well use my port key to get there. Lionel watched his sons nod as he drained his own drink. In the background, one of the teams scored eliciting a rousing cheer from the pubs patrons. Dennis found himself distracted by the applause and failed to notice his fathers inability to look him square in the eye. *** How many? Four? That should be enough. Good work, Lionel. Think of it this way, youll be giving Dennis quite a wedding present. Youll hear from us soon. Elias hung up his cell phone and turned to Clark who was resting on a couch in his office. Its on. Hell be able to get four in without much notice. Elias smiled in triumph. Clark returned with a wan grin of his own. I should prepare the device for transport. Wheres Anthony? Elias looked around and spotted the ever present soldier of fortune. Cohen gestured to Stephens and motioned for him to follow. With a wave to Clark, Elias led Stephens out of the room. They made their way through the wizard gallery in the center of the floor and walked up to a panel in a wall. Elias waved a pass card over a spot on the wall and it raised into the ceiling revealing a large room. The room was large with bright lights illuminating the portraits of six men. Cohen sighed and looked at a glass display case in the center of the room. In the middle of the display case was a battered, ancient pocket watch. Its hands were of iron and the outer covering seemed to be made of brass, which had lost much of its luster. Carefully, Elias swiped his pass card over a reader on the side of the display case and the front of glass popped open. Cohen reached in and removed the watch and turned the rusty wheel at its top until the time read twelve oclock. The watch began to emit a dull red glow. Satisfied that it was working, Cohen reset the hands by spinning the wheel, causing the glow to fade. He rubbed the front of the watch and handed it to Stephens. The device was lost in his large hands. Remember, set the time for noon. Its range is roughly one kilometer, so make sure you stay in the open. When its activated, your electronics should be able to work. Stephens barely nodded, instead he wheeled about and left the room. Cohen stayed behind, his mind dwelling on the pictures of the six men in the room. He sighed and let his memory return to a time almost one hundred years ago, when these men had first gotten together.

*** He was younger then, his hair thick and blonde. The men had been called together by Alfred Nobel, who was the first of them to renounce their lives as wizards. Around the table the greatest minds of their era were collected to discuss the future. Nobel sat at one end of the table. At his right, Thomas Edison and Nicola Tesla had their heads together discussing dynamos and alternating currents. On Nobels left, Albert Einstein and Guglielmo Marconi studiously ignored each other, the result of a disagreement on theories of energy. The other end of the table was occupied by an understated man, who at first glance seemed to be out of place among the mental colossuses seated near him. He pushed his wire-rimmed glasses up on his nose and smiled. H.G. Wells cleared his throat drawing the attention of the others present. I think were all here, Alfred. Whats on your mind? Wells removed his glasses and wiped them down with a handkerchief. Replacing them , Wells smiled. Its quite dangerous for us to be meeting like this. Quite right, Nobel. We could have a Ministry posse here at any time. Edisons retort was gruff. Nobel raised his hands and asked for silence. Gentlemen, I know were taking a risk but it was imperative that we meet. Ive come to a decision that may impact all of us. This brought stares from all of them. Nobel sipped water from a nearby glass. What do you mean? Einstein stared the older man down. We all left the world of wizards because we wanted to share our power and knowledge with the masses. We used our powers to move mankind along the path to discovery and knowledge. Edison, you and Tesla have been introducing the muggles to the possibilities that electricity can give. Nobel gave them a careful look. Marconi, youve been helping to introduce mass communication through your gift of wireless. Wells, youre stories have filled them with hope and anticipation of a brighter future. They noticed that hed skipped over Einstein. Albert, Im not sure what you bring is truly a gift. For myself, I gave the world dynamite, which, even now, has been perverted into a dreadful weapon of mass killing. I thought I could make war so terrible, that men would think twice about killing. I was wrong. Nobel sighed. Imagine what theyll do with your theories on the nature of energy. The devastation would be indescribable. These men had known each other since their days at Hogwarts. When Tesla had discovered the Room of Requirement, the six men began to hold regular meetings there. Ravenclaws all, they called themselves the Illuminati Scientia. As they finished their times at the school, they came to an agreement that knowledge was for all, not just the magical few. At first, their chafing at the International Statute of Secrecy could be written off as youthful rebellion, but as they matured, there was seriousness to their goal and each had left the wizarding society, even with the threat of arrest and imprisonment. Having fancied themselves modern versions of Prometheus, they felt their mission outweighed the risks. Nobel creased his forehead. I cant do it anymore. Im already responsible for more dea ths than my conscious can bear. I dont wish to participate any longer. Im dedicating my life to peace. You cant speak for us, Nobel. You may want to quit, but you made a commitment to us. Its not something that you can just walk away from. Edisons tone was surly, menacing. You wouldnt want us to take matters into our own hands, would you? Edison twirled his wand in his hand, the point never really leaving Nobels general direction.

You forget, Thomas that Im in possession of Teslas trinket. Nobel removed a shiny brass plated watch from his pocket. It was glowing red. When Nicola conjured this device, ostensibly, it was to keep prying Aurors from tracking our meetings. I will keep possession of this device. Audible gasps came from around the table. Your aim is to blackmail us? Wells tinny voice carried across the table. I suppose your conscience wont rest until all of us are serving your penance in Azkeban? No. As I said, I dont wish to participate in creating machinery of death. Alberts work terrifies me. It cannot be allowed to see the light of day. I will make it my mission to prevent that day from happening. I am sorry, Albert. Einstein glared at his old friend. You wont live forever, Alfred. Edison stood up and motioned to Tesla. The meek younger man rose as well. Magic isnt the only means we have at our disposal. With that, the two left the meeting. Wells looked at Marconi and nodded. As one, they left the room without saying goodbye. I understand your fear, Alfred, truly. Einsteins voice was quiet. You only see th e evil in my work. There are limitless possibilities for good my work. It holds the secret that could power human society for ages. Man could go to the moon or to the stars. You know that mans tendency is to destroy, not to discover. Nobel thought of his invention of barbed wire and how itd been used to make killing men easier. Maybe so, but one day, even as a weapon, this information may be needed to stop a greater evil than the knowledge itself. I guess your altruism about helping the muggles wasnt very sincere, after all. Einstein rose and offered his hand to Nobel. I wish you luck, Alfred, but keep this in mind. Edison was right. You do not speak for us and you can not speak for me. My work will continue. Einstein left the room. Nobel sat motionless. He looked up when he noticed Elias enter the room. I suppose, Elias that could have gone better. Yes, sir. Cohen agreed with Nobel. What more could you have done? I know youre thinking about the muggles in your decision. True, but Im not so sure that the rest think so. Einsteins rebuke burned in his mind. Nevertheless, I can only do whats in my power. He stared at the glowing pocket watch. Will you keep it, sir? Elias eyes stood locked on the watch. Yes, if only to keep the rest in line, at least until I die. Nobel chuckled at the thought. Elias laughed at his mentor. Well, lets hope thats not for quite a long time. Indeed. Quite a long time lasted exactly three more years. Nobel died under mysterious circumstances after establishing his foundation dedicated to peace. During that entire time, Elias Cohen nearly ever strayed from his side. The watch was active during that entire time. Elias was so used to not having the use of magic, that he almost forgot that he was a wizard. When Nobel died, Cohen had been away on an errand. The old man died and his body and the watch were spirited away by the members of his foundation. Elias returned and found Nobel gone. Nobels death unnerved him. An even bigger shock was when he tried to use his wand to conjure a seeking spell, Elias found that he could not execute the magic. He could not use any magic. Somehow, the prolonged exposure to the watch had robbed him of his ability to cast spells.

Elias lived on, his magic gone. To Cohen, it was like losing a limb only deeper. His mind began to wallow in madness. Slowly, his loss and fear turned to hatred for the remainder of the great men whod driven Nobel to make his decision. Cohen tracked them all down and turned them into the Ministry, anonymously. One by one, over the course of fifty years, hit teams came for the other five and took them away. The last was Einstein, and Cohen made sure he was there when they took him away. Once his task was completed, the madness turned to the society that birthed him. Elias vowed to make the magical world which had granted him his gift, pay for taking it away. His crusade brought him to where he was today. His association with Clark allowed for the retrieval of the device. He hadnt told Clark everything about his background; just enough to find a way to get the watch, but when they finally had Potter, maybe the device would give him a way to take Potters powers for himself. Once he had them, he would be the most powerful wizard in the world. Clark would have to be eliminated, of course, but what was the life of a dying muggle to him anyway? Chapter 67 A Wedding to Remember November at Hogwarts brings bright, clear days marked by brisk temperatures and blue sky. Its as if the school was preparing its students for the harshness of winter, while reminding them of the beauty of the spring. Cho particularly loved this time of year as her memory brought her back to the vigorous Quidditch practices shed participated in all those years ago. That was why she picked November for her wedding. Dennis had readily acceded to her request although, his main stipulation was to have the ceremony on the grounds at Hogwarts, essentially to be in sight of his brothers final resting place. Chos parents had gone all out in their preparations and a large array of seating was set up facing the lake. A raised stage using the backdrop of the lake was constructed in front of the seating. Today, the crowd was standing room only, with all of their friends in attendance. As Cho peaked out from a tent that had been set up just to rear of the seating area, she saw members of the staff and faculty of Hogwarts were in the crowd as were the members of the current student body. Towards the front, dignitaries representing the Ministry had made their way in as had the collected membership of Dumbledores Army. At the very front of the seating area, she saw her mother and father sitting patiently but on Dennis si de, Lionel hadnt arrived yet. Cho took a quick look at her watch, she had a little over thirty minutes until the rest of her life began. Half an hour! Dennis started in his shoes. Harrys exclamation revealed the anxiety he was feeling. He gave Harry a half-hearted grin. I know, were you this nervous on your wedding day, Harry? For the umpteenth time, Dennis adjusted the knot on his tie. Harry grabbed Dennis hand and made a slight adjustment to the bow tie. Worse, Dennis. I couldnt speak or breathe. Youre doing fine. I hope so. Thanks for doing this for me, Harry. Dennis took another peek out of the tent. It seemed like he was looking for someone. I wonder where my dad is? Oh wait, there he is. Harry followed Dennis eyes and saw Lionel Creevey walking up from the Hogsmeade road in the company of four well-appointed men. Three of the men were non-descript, finely dressed and their faces seemed to be in the spirit of the occasion. The fourth was a beast of a man. He towered over Lionel. He wasnt as animated as the other and his eyes roved the area like a predator. A nagging sensation buzzed in the back of Harrys brain, there was something distinctly out of sorts about that man.

Its my pleasure, Dennis. Im glad to be of use. Dennis had asked Harry to officiate at the wedding, a gesture which surprised and delighted Harry. Id better head up to the podium, you wont change your mind, will you? Dennis laughed at Harry and shooed him off. Harry made his way down the side of the seating area and spied Ginny standing off to the side. In her hands, she had her camera and she was fiddling with the lens and snapping pictures. Harry walked up behind her and placed his arms on her hips. He placed a soft kiss on her neck. She spun around and smiled at him, her brown eyes twinkling in the fall sun. Go on, Harry, weve got work to do. Harry smiled and placed a full kiss on her lips, savoring the electrical shock he received every time their lips met. Ginny had a devilish grin on her face. You know, my mum will have James overnight. We have the entire evening to ourselves. Her smile was impish and her eyes had an invitation which sent his heart racing. Harry kissed her once more and head for the stage. She watched his back, her mind on their plans for the evening. She felt someone brush on her shoulder and she was passed by Dennis father and four men. The largest of the men had bumped into her while they were making their way to the seating at the front of the crowd. Lionel and his guests made their way to their seats. Anthony Stephens took the end seat, his eyes never stopping their scan of their surroundings. Stephens was bursting with anxiety and nervous energy. He was a little unsettled by the small feats of magic that were demonstrated all around. He watched flowers orchestrated in a variety of patterns around the ceremony area. He watched the wizards and witches perform mundane tasks with a wave of their wands. He could sense the raw power behind those simple tasks, and his job was to seize the most powerful of the bunch. The main fact of the matter was that this was his job. He was a professional and he knew that he had a mission to complete. Stephens felt the weight of Teslas Device in his inside jacket pocket. Which one is Potter? Stephens leaned into Lionel, masking his voice from the surrounding people. Lionel looked up at the stage. Thats him there, the one behind the podium. Hes wearing glasses. Subvocally, Stephens communicated to the rest of his team. Well move right before the ceremony begins. Creevey, I suggest you try to keep your son and his bride out of our way. Id hate for either one to get hurt on their wedding day. There was a hint of dark humor in his voice. Lionel felt a distinct sense of menace in Stephens voice. A tinge of doubt crept into Lionels conscience. Dont. Stephens voice was heavy and evil. This is going to happen. The only variable is how many people get hurt. If you want to keep the harm to a minimum, youll cooperate. Cross me, and I cant predict wholl get hurt. Maybe itll be your son, or his fianc. You control the outcome, Creevey. Lionel Creevey felt a pit form in his stomach. He had made a dreadful mistake and it was too late to do anything about it. Harry arranged his notes on the lectern, preparing for the beginning of the wedding. He gave a quick wave to Ron. Members of the DA were seated round the area Ron sat and Harry found himself giving a nod to Dean Thomas. Harrys eyes fell on George, Dudley and Lee and Harry felt a bout of anxiety. Where those three could be found, mayhem was sure to follow. Harry made a note to himself to keep an eye on the brain trust behind Weasleys Wheezes. He scanned the crowd, recognizing people here and there, and reflecting on how young the Hogwarts students seemed. Harry chuckled, had he ever been that young? Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Lionel and his odd quartet of companions. The man on the end seemed to staring at Harry. Again, Harry felt a nagging pull in his brain. The man made him nervous. The ceremony was about five minutes from starting, but Harry couldnt shake the odd feeling he had

about Mr. Creeveys guest. Harry gave a glance to Ron, whose querulous look turned into understanding. Ron nodded to Sarah Peebles who was seated next to Lee. Unaware of the situation, Sarah reacted based on instinct. She saw Rons glance and saw Harry moving from the stage. She let her wand fall out of her sleeve into her hand as she rose to follow Ron down the aisle. Harry moved down the side of the stage, his wand suddenly appearing in his hand. Stephens watched Harrys movements. Stephens moved his hand into his pocket and removed the watch. He whispered to his team to ready them and turned the hands to the twelve oclock position. Stephens replaced the watch into his pocket and drew the TASER. Harry felt strange. He glanced around him and saw the enchanted flower petals no longer twirling in patterns, but lost on the whims of the wind. Nothing magically motivated seemed to be moving. No on, as yet, seemed to notice the change. Harry noticed the four men with Lionel Creevey rise from their seats. He noticed the large man pull something from around his waist. In his hand, the man held a narrow, boxy object and extended his arm towards Harry. Harry snapped up his wrist and extended his wand. Expelliarmus! The man flinched momentarily, but when nothing happened to him, he grinned. A rapid flash of light and smoke extended from the object in his hand and reached out towards Harry. Small barbed darts trailing wires behind them imbedded themselves in Harrys chest. He felt a surge of power ripple through his body. He lost control of his hands and legs and was thrown to the ground by the hammer blows of thousands of volts of electricity. His wand dropped to the ground and he felt consciousness slipping from him. The four men moved with military precision. Stephens incapacitated Potter with the TASER and motioned to his men to take up positions. One of the men reached underneath his jacket and pulled a small canister out of his belt. He pulled a pin at the top of the canister and tossed it towards the center of the crowd of wedding guests. Smoke began to filter from the object filtering among the guests. The billowing clouds of CS gas assaulted the nearby guests, bringing tears immediately to their eyes and causing bouts of nausea and discomfort, effectively rendering the majority of them incapable of action. All three of the remaining pulled weapons from inside their coats. Stephens handed the TASER to one of the other men and drew his own sidearm from its holster. Harry! Ron saw his friend struck down. Ron raised his arm and tr ied to stun the four men moving towards Harry. Nothing happened. He felt his lungs choking up from the gas and for a moment, felt his knees weaken. Ron ignored his own discomfort or his own inability to cast a spell. Harry was his friend and his brother, and he wasnt going to let him down. Ron stood and sprinted towards the men, with no idea of what he would do when he got there. Stephens turned and saw the red haired man running towards him. Stephens gave a twisted smile and raised his arm. Aiming carefully he squeezed the trigger of his weapon and saw the charging man thrown back by the impact of the bullet. Stephens tracked the rest of the crowd with his weapon and called out in a clear voice. We just want Potter. Anyone who tries to interf ere will be shot. Make no mistake, your health is not my concern. He pointed his gun towards Rons prone form. Ron! Hermione leapt from her seat as she saw her husband fall. She ran to his body and turned him over. A red stain was rapidly increasing in size on his left shoulder. When she saw that there was no way to use magic, she tore pieces of her robe and clamped them down tightly on the wound. The blood flow as slow and she heard Ron moan. She felt Sarah join her and try to assist in her ministrations to Rons wound. Off to the side, she heard the loud report of another gunshot.

No! This isnt what we agreed to! Lionel Creevey attacked the man nearest him, grabbing his gun and fighting for control of the weapon. While they struggled for the pistol, the barrel of the gun got turned inward on its owner. The gun went off and Lionel came away possessing the firearm, its previous owner crumpled to the ground. Stephens didnt hesitate. He snapped up his wrist and fired twice, hitting Lionel twice in the chest, dropping the older man in his tracks. Stephens cast a glance at his fallen man and couldnt see any movement. He turned to one of his remaining men. Get the beacon on line! The man nodded and removed a small, square device that had a keypad on it. Typing in a sequence of numbers, a small integrated circuit inside the device transmitted a signal to a satellite flying miles overhead. The satellite noted the mens location and sent the precise coordinates to a similar device mounted on the dash of a helicopter orbiting the bright Scottish skies. The pilot of the helicopter looked back in the passenger compartment and gave thumbs up to the man seated in the cargo seat. The man nodded and the pilot pointed the nose of the rotary aircraft towards a point on the compass. The scene at Hogwarts was in a tumult. The appearance of smoke and the use of dangerous weapons combined with the nullification of their use of magic had caused the attendees to panic. The panic turned into a rout as teachers pointed their students back towards the school. Bodies flew in every direction save for the one which held the three remaining attackers and their prize, Harry Potter. Lost in the confusion, Ginny Potter tried to get to Harry. The mass of people fleeing the other direction and the shooting of her brother caused her to pause. In a matter of fleeting seconds she fought down the impulse to charge the man, her thoughts on Harry and on James. What would Harry want her to do? What would Harry need her to do? She fought back her tears and screwed her face into an expression of resolve. She raised her camera to her eye and began to snap pictures of the assailants. Later, she would tell herself that the tear gas was the cause, but as she took the pictures, tears began to pour from her eyes. Stephens walked to Harrys prone form and removed a hypodermic syringe from his pocket. Removing the protective sleeve, he pushed the needle into Harrys arm and pushed the plunger down full. The sedative took immediate effect and Harry felt his world disappear into a haze. Stephens motioned to the other two men and they picked up Harrys body between them. They dragged the dazed Auror towards an open field area nearby. Stephens looked up in the sky and spotted a dark speck in the sky that was slowly getting bigger. He smiled and kept his weapon trained on the area that held the seating area. The large black helicopter approached the field, circled momentarily, allowing the pilot to verify the identity of the men summoning him. Quickly, the helicopter alit on the field and the passenger cast open the doors and stepped down on the grass, beckoning the men to hurry. Elias Cohen looked over at the high walls of Hogwarts and sighed in reflection. The sound of screams and reports of gunshots snapped him out of his reverie. He helped the two men drag Potters body onto the helicopter and turned towards Stephens approaching form. Hurry, weve got to go! Stephens turned towards them and ran. When he reached the door, he turned one more time and tossed an aimed shot down towards the wedding party. Elias reached and pulled down the big mans arm. Enough! Weve got to go! Elias hissed with vehemence. Stephens turned and put the muzzle of the pistol under Elias chin. Dont tell me what to do! Stephens looked into the helicopter and saw the stunned looks on the faces of his men. Returning to his senses, Stephens dropped his grip on Cohen and climbed into the cabin. Cohen took one last look at the scene and followed him. The pilot pulled up on the collective and pulled the helicopter up and away from the scene. Stephens looked out the rear window and watched the spires of Hogwarts recede in the background. As they pulled the Tesla Device out of range of the school, the charms that had shielded the school from detection for hundreds of years took hold and it disappeared in a shroud of spells and magic. The entire encounter had lasted for less than fifteen minutes, yet the chaos continued to reign over the scene. Several bodies littered the ground, attended to by several people. The return of

their ability to cast spells allowed for substantially better treatment and transport to St. Mungos. Nevertheless, several were critical and there had been one death. Cho wandered the area and spotted Dennis, who was huddled over the lifeless body of his father. Dennis saw her approach and looked at her through pleading, teary eyes. Im alone now. Nobodys left of my family. Dennis cast his eyes down and sobbed heavily. Cho reached down and put her arms around him. Youre not alone, Dennis. Youll always have me. I know. He smiled gratefully and they mourned the death of Lionel Creevey together. Chapter 68 Captivity The haze of the sedatives cleared momentarily. Harry tried to move his hands and found himself laying on a chrome bed. His hands were manacled by shiny bindings that kept his hands locked above his head. His legs were in irons that locked them to the foot of the metal frame. The bed was raised at his head, leaving him reclined at a forty five degree angle. He looked around the room. The walls were all white. There was a large mirror on one wall and a single door that had a small window. To his side, a small cart with a screen and monitor was connected by a plastic tube to his arm. He saw red fluid flowing from his arm into the apparatus on the cart. He was dressed in hospital scrubs and his feet were bare. His head felt light and a wave of dizziness overcame him as he opened his eyes fully. Banks of high powered klieg lights were aimed at his face and he had difficulty determining how long hed been there. He heard a rustle at the door as it was unlocked. He made out several figures walking into the room, including the beast of a man whod fired the strange weapon at him. The large man walked deferentially behind a tall, bald man whose eyes gleamed with delight at seeing Harry conscious. A couple of attendants stayed in the background, well away and deferential to the bald man. In the corner of the room, a white-haired old man wearing an obnoxious yellow track suit hovered, his sharp blue eyes fixed on Harry. Ah, youre awake. Welcome, Mr. Potter. The man pulled a plastic white chair from out of Harrys vision and rolled it beside the bed. You dont seem to be any worse for the wear. Where am I? What do you want from me? Harrys tongue felt heavy. He was still fighting the power of the drugs that had been injected into his system. Where you are is not important and as for what we want from you? Weve already taken it. The man smiled and nodded to the tube that was slowly draining Harrys blood. Where are my manners? My name is Simon Clark. This rather menacing gentleman, whom I believe youve already met, is Mr. Stephens. The older gentleman in the corner is Professor Elias Cohen. Clark turned as the door opened and a short, rail-thin man wearing glasses and a lab coat entered the room. Ah, Dr. Kendall, you have news for us? The clinician cautiously approached his boss. His face belied fear and failure. Clarks expression turned dark. He turned and nodded to Stephens who closed the distance to the doctor. Kendall cleared his throat and began his report. Weve finished our analysis, sir. There is nothing distinctive in the blood chemistry of the subject. His blood is a normal O positive type. His white blood cell count is nominal and his neurotransmitters are fine. I can find nothing peculiar about this subject. Kendall bowed his head and hoped that Clarks wrath would be visited on him.

Clark brooded for a moment. Adrenaline. He stood up rapidly. We need adrenaline. Specifically, we need the adrenaline induced by pain. He looked at Cohen who shrugged h is shoulders. Clark made a motion to Stephens, who retrieved another cart from another portion of the room. Stephens removed a sheet covering the top of his tray. A variety of sharpened instruments covered the cart mixed with wires and probes of all types. Stephens looked expectantly at Clark who smiled and turned to Harry. You see, Mr. Potter. I need what you have inside your blood. Your DNA may hold the key to my survival. We thought we could just take what we need from your blood, however, we were not so lucky. My friend over there, He pointed to Stephens. is very proficient at inflicting and prolonging pain. You see, when humans feel pain, they produce adrenaline. Our theory is that this is where your magic resides. We want to tap that magic, Mr. Potter. The life you save, may be mine. Clark smiled at his own attempt at humor. He rose from the seat and pulled the chair away. He looked over to Stephens and nodded. The hulking lackey smiled, enjoying the chance to ply his trade. Harry watched Stephens grab a scalpel from his array of implements and approach his bound form on the bed. Stephens cut open Harrys shirt, revealing his chest. With no hint of softness, he pushed the blade of the knife into Harrys shoulder, just above the chest, cutting a small incision. He repeated the process on the opposite shoulder. Harry tensed as the cold metal sliced his skin. Stephens repeated the process on each side of Harrys temple. Stephens repeated his handiwork on Harrys stomach, piercing the skin with matching three inch incisions on either flank. Harry could feel the wounds bleeding, not overly so, but enough to be a reminder of the pain. One of the orderlies in the room flinched momentarily at the sight, but recovered before anyone noticed. Clark watched his henchman with great interest, offering commentary as each cut was made. You see, the pain fades. We need to prolong the pain, without letting you pass out to quickly. Mr. Stephens is quite able at this type of work. I think youll find this next step interesting. Stephens removed six probes from the table. Each had a wire leading from one end and barbed point at the other. With little warning or subtlety, he inserted a barbed point into each incision. He then casually walked over to a panel on the wall on the far side of the room. Clark looked over at Harry. You see, each probe injects a small dosage of acid into your wounds, and then we hit the wound with a suitable amount of voltage. We repeat the process and are able to keep the pain lasting. Well have to adjust this until we find the proper threshold. Too much and too soon, you will pass out. Too little and not soon enough, you will not produce the right amount of neurochemicals. Please bear with us, we are experimenting, after all. Clark waved at Stephens who pressed some buttons on the panel on the wall. He then began to slowly turn a knob on the panel, activating the probes. Harry felt the stinging warmth and sharp pain of the acid being pumped into his cuts, which were immediately followed the hard jolt of current that followed the acid into his wounds. The pain built and he grit his teeth to fight off his weakness. He failed. His screams rang through the room until the pain was too much to bear. All the while, the machine at his side would extract a sample of his blood, whirring periodically as it drew the fluid into its midst. *** Harrys team sat around the conference table with Dawlish, Lachlan, Proudfoot and Savage. Spread about the table were the photos of the incident that Ginny had managed to take during the assault. For the past several hours, theyd wracked their brains trying to figure out who had taken Harry and why. The fact that theyd lost their powers during the attack had s haken the

establishment to the core. They had been powerless to prevent Harrys kidnapping and now, were even more so in trying to find whod taken him. Williamson, youll lead Harrys team until we get him back. Dawlishs first order of business wa s to establish that they would, indeed, get Harry back. The crimson-clad Auror nodded his head soberly and glanced over at the rest of his team mates. We dont know who is behind this, but maybe there is a clue that the muggles can determine from the dead man we recovered. We need to get over to Lionel Creeveys home and see if he left anything to tell us about this. One things for sure, he was involved somehow. Dawlish looked up as the door to the conference room burst open. Ginny, Hermione and Arthur Weasley entered the room, leaving the guarding Auror in their wake. Where the hell is my husband, John? Ginny practically shouted at them. Its been almost two days and youve not done anything. Dawlish recoiled at her verbal assault. She wasnt hysterical, which made her outburst even more disconcerting. Dont lie to me. My brother is still in the hospital and theres not sign of Harry. What exactly are you doing to get him back? Dawlish lowered his eyes. We dont have anything to go on. Were going to have to take this to the muggle authorities. Ginnys jaw lay agape. Theyd accomplished nothing in getting Harry back. The shock of the reality numbed her. She fell into a nearby seat and put her hands in her head. Hermione placed an arm around Ginnys shoulders. Arthur Weasley felt desperate. His son had been viciously wounded in a heinous attack involving muggle projectile weapons. His son-in-law, the father of his grandson and the husband of his only daughter had been brutally taken in a precision assault. Arthur put his hands in his pockets and glanced down at the pictures of the attack. He laid a finger on one of the pictures. A small, detached portion of his brain reflected on the image of the helicopter, the muggle machine that had conveyed Harry away from the site. He looked closer at the man in the running suit thatd opened the door when the helicopter landed. A pang of recognition overcame Arthur. It was memory from his past, of a time before Arthur was working in muggle relations. Arthur picked up the picture, the memory of a time years ago came flooding to him. He looked up sharply and held the picture out to Dawlish. I think I may know someone who can identify this man. His words echoed through the ro om. Ginny lifted her head up and stared at her father. Arthur looked over to his daughter then turned back to Dawlish. Im going to have to talk to the Minister. I need to call in a favor. Dawlish and Arthur walked into Kingsley Shacklebolts office. Kingsley was sitting with Percy Weasley poring over reports of the clean-up from the attack. The lifting of the protective spells around Hogwarts had exposed the school to thousands of people in the surrounding communities. Teams of Aurors and Ministry officials were busy trying to blank out the memories of the event. This had been the most egregious violation of their muggle protection in history and the fall out was still poring in. Kingsley rose as he saw Dawlish and Arthur enter. Arthur, Im so sorry. Hows Ron doing? Kingsley invited the two to sit. Hes recovering. He lost a lot of blood, but fortunately, Hermione knew rudimentary first aid and probably saved his life. Arthur gratefully accepted the invitation to sit. Kingsley, I need a favor, I think I may be able to help piece together whos behind the attack. I already know whos behind it. Kingsleys words rocked his two friends. The muggle Prime Minister informed me that the helicopter belonged to a man named Simon Clark. Dawlish gaped at Shacklebolt. I spent a long time as an assistant to the Prime Minister. I still have contacts.

Thats great, Kingsley. Where can we find him? Weve got to get a team out there at once. Arthur leapt to his feet. Kingsley raised his arms. Im sorry, Arthur. There will not be an assault from a team of Aurors. We are not to interfere with the muggles in this. Kingsleys words hammered at Dawlish and Arthur. Minister, what do you mean? Dawlish was incredulous. Who knows why they took Harry? My hands are tied, John. The Prime Minister is concerned about the exposure weve had already. Simon Clark is a very powerful man and no one in the government is willing to take him on. I am bound by oath to accede to the Prime Ministers request. Im sorry. This is bleeding preposterous! Arthurs face was a fiery crimson. How much does that boy have to give before he gets a small modicum in return? Kingsleys face flushed in shame. Minister, please accept my resignation, effective immediately. I can not work for an administration that has so little regard for its heroes that it leaves them to their fates. I intend to make it my mission to see that your administration is finished in the next election. Ar thur wheeled around and left a stunned Kingsley Shacklebolt in his wake. Percy gave an apologetic glance to Kingsley and ran after his father. Dad! Dad! Will you stop! Percy reached his father and pulled around abruptly. That could have been handled better, Dad. Percy, dont lecture me on fairness. Weve all been in the fight. Harry, more than anyone else. Kingsley should know better. Percy glared at his father. Hes bound by an unbreakable vow that he took when he was an aide to the Prime Minister during the Dark Lords rise. He cant do anything, Dad, its not his fault! Arthur raised his hand to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. I know, Percy. I just feel so helpless. Percy put a hand on his fathers shoulder. Arthurs hand drifted to his pocket, feeling the picture hed placed there from conference room. Percy, I need a favor. Sure, Dad, anything. Percy looked at his father. I need you to set up a meeting for me. I need to ask someone some questions. Chapter 69 Action Stations The high towers of Azkeban rose into the sky and were lost among the dark storm clouds that chronically swept the island. A small twin-masted wooden ketch plowed through the stormy seas, plying through the waves effortlessly. As it approached the rocky promontory that the prison lay on, the ketch rose out of the water and floated in the air, its sails limp on its spars. It flew to the side of the prison, stopping at a balcony near the middle of the high ramparts. A gangplank extended from the ship and rooted itself on the balcony. The figures of two men bounded across the gangway and into the prison. A team of Aurors transported Prisoner Number One to a small room off the main receiving area. The masked guardians of the prison placed the old man in the room and released his bindings. He was old, his white beard flowing down to his waist. He peered around the room, the first time hed been out of his routine in years. He rubbed his wrists, trying to restore circulatio n. He noticed a glass ewer with water and a couple of glasses on the table in the room. He plucked a glass off the table and poured himself some water. He sat at the table and casually sipped his water. He saw the door open and an older version of a familiar face appeared in the threshold.

Hello, Nicola. Arthur Weasley walked into the room and sat across from Nicola Tesla, the man hed helped apprehend almost fifty years prior, as a member of the Ministrys Hit Team. Arthur Weasley. My, my, my, this is a surprise. Tesla stroked his beard allowing a smile to crease his lips. What ever brings you to this neck of the woods? Arthur noticed how frail Tesla had gotten. His skin hung on his bones and his hair had grown longer and stringy. His eyes remained vibrant, a sense of delight and humor in the gaze. Ive come to ask for your help, Nicola. Someone from your past seems to be making some trouble and I was hoping that you could help me. Arthur scooted the picture from Hogwarts onto the table and pushed it towards Tesla. Why should I help you, Arthur? Im serving my time. Ill die here. Tesla never looked at the picture. He simply crossed his arms and stared Arthur down. Because, the attack was on my son and my family. Because, the man in the picture was present at each one of the arrests of the Illuminati Scientia and because he used your device to accomplish the task. Thousands of muggles saw Hogwarts when its protective charms were lifted. Children are at risk and you are partially responsible. Arthur sat back and stared Tesla down. For his part, the mention of his device provoked a spark in Teslas expression. He slowly looked down at the picture. Recognition flared in his eyes. He smiled. Thats Elias Cohen. He was Nobels assistant. He was a fairly decent wizard, however, I dont know what became of him. Tesla laughed hard. Im sure he was very surprised at what the device did to him. What do you mean? Arthur leaned forward. Using the device when set to twelve oclock for a prolonged period, like a year or more, eliminates your ability to cast spells. It was a safeguard I built into it to ensure no wizard could use it to hold power over others. He gazed at the pictures of the carnage from the assault. I had not anticipated that an alliance with muggles would be the result. The man backing Cohen is named Simon Clark. Hes rich and powerful and ruthless. We know where he is, but how do we defeat the device? Arthurs eyes bore in on Tesla. Tesla sighed. The device relies on vision. A wizard in an Invisibility Cloak should be able to access the device. If you set it for precisely nine thirty five, you will render it powerless, forever. Arthur rose and picked up the photos. Why nine thirty five? Because thats what time it was when I finished building the device. Tesla laughed. Arthur, I hope you succeed. It wasnt our intention to hurt the world. We thought we were saving the world, for both muggles and wizards. Nobel was right, we just didnt see it. Our interference caused more harm that good. The man known as Nicola Tesla bowed his head. Arthur Weasley left the man to his thoughts. Arthur walked into the reception area and greeted his son, Percy. Weve got to go. Percy looked back at the meeting room as a team of Aurors walked in to take Prisoner Number One back into his cell. Youre going to defy the Minister? I dont work for the Minister, Percy, and if you know whats good for you, youll forget this meeting. I wouldnt want your career to suffer.

Percy winced at the rebuke from his father, but Arthur delivered the line with no real venom. Percy smiled. I dont know, Dad, apparently violating Ministry rules always seems to result in a promotion. I think Im in the mood to bump up my career. Arthur clapped his son on the back and the pair head for their ride back to London. *** The pain had stopped. Harry felt unable to open his eyes, but began to hear the sounds permeating the room. He heard the hum of the machinery which gave a rhythmic temp to his heartbeat. Harry heard the voices of the people in the room. Nothing? Clarks voice echoed in Harrys skull. Youve found nothing at all? No sir, Im sorry. Theres simply nothing dif ferent from normal human chemistry. There were elevated levels of norepinephrine, but nothing unusual for the amount of, er, persuasion the subject had been subject to. Kendalls voice had a high pitch. Elias interjected. Perhaps its the device? It took away my powers, maybe the device nullifies all traces of magic in his system? Do you think thats possible? Clarks question demonstrated his willingness to try. How do we ensure he wont use the magic against us? Well, for one, he doesnt have his wand. Hes too young to really be able to cast spells without one. Cohen murmured his response. For another, if you keep him under heavy sedation, he wont be able to speak the required charm, even subvocally. Harry opened one eye carefully in time to see Clark remove the watch from his pocket. Clark noticed Harrys gaze and nodded to Stephens, who turned up the amount of sedative dripping into Harrys arm. Harry felt the heavy fog of sleep overtaking him. He felt a difference in his body, as he thought about Clark turning off the inhibiting device. Soon, he was overwhelmed by drowsiness and drifted off into a slumber, an image of Ginny emblazoned in his mind. *** The orderly who blanched at Harrys earlier treatment entered the room. Clark and his associates had retired elsewhere. She was pretty, petite, with long brunette hair and hazel eyes. Her uniform fit her figure nicely and she obviously took rigorous care of her body. She glanced about her and approached Harrys sleeping figure on its bed. Harry stirred briefly, his eyes opening to catch a quick sight of her. The one image he had before he drifted into slumber was that of the orderly turning off the sedative drip that was feeding the tube in his arm. *** They sat around the dinner table at the Burrow. Sarah, Ron, Dawlish, Lachlan, Cavendish, Dean Thomas, Ginny, Hermione, Percy and Arthur had been huddled around each other going over what Arthur and Percy had discovered as to the nature of Harrys assailants. We know the building is near Regents Park. Do we have enough Invisibility Cloaks? Arthur was leading the meeting, collating the data theyd collected thus far. No, we have three between us all, including Harrys. Dawlish looked around at the other peopl e at the table. Three of us will have to go in first and disarm the device, and then the others can give us back-up.

Lachlan nodded. Well then, who gets to go first? Im going. Rons response was firm but weakened, hed only just returned that morning from the hospital. His answer drew a sharp look from Hermione. No you dont, Ron Weasley. Youre not strong enough and youre not leaving my sight. Hermione faced down her husband causing him to give in. It needs to be Aurors. Arthurs voice filled the room. He looked his daughter down, anticipating her response. Ginny, youre not entirely objective here, and you need to think of James. The answer stung her, more from its truth, than from its heat. Dawlish spoke up. Itll be me, Lachlan and Sarah. Cavendish gave him a sharp look. Dont look at me like that Elizabeth. You have to lead the rest in after weve succeeded. She didnt buy his explanation at all, but nodded nonetheless. Arthur resumed the meeting. Very well. John, you and your team will disable the device. We will move in once thats accomplished. How will we know if you succeed? Ginny stirred and pulled two galleons out of her pocket. She affected a Protean Charm on the galleons. Hell be able to send us a message, if the device is turned off. Dawlish smiled. Right then, when do we go? Tonight. Arthur looked around at the small group of wizards and each nodded in assent. *** The humming of the machinery was clearer. He could discriminate between the hum of the lights and the thumping of the blood extraction unit in his arm. He carefully tried opening his eyes and was surprised when he succeeded. He turned his head and looked at the manacles holding him in place. Slowly, he put his parched lips together. Alohomora. The word came out in a whisper. He glanced at the bindings around his wrist. He kept his eyes focused on the clasps that held the metal band together. Imperceptibly, the lock turned and the binding clicked open. Harry allowed himself a smile and turned to the other locks holding him in place. *** Dawlish, Lachlan and Sarah walked into the lobby of Clark Industries, following behind several employees while they entered the doors. Outside, the rest of their team kept vigil, anxiously peering at the large faade to see if they could ascertain the whereabouts of their friend. Hes got to be up there on that top floor. Dean Thomas, whod been keeping watch at St. Mungos over Ron had taken his role literally and followed his friends to undertake the rescue. Maybe we should use our brooms? Cavendish gave his suggestion some thought. After a moment, she nodded. It made sense to bypass the lower floors of the building and attack the penthouse level directly. The gathered wizards grabbed their brooms, looking like an army of chimney sweeps. Ginny anxiously peered at the galleon in her hand. Hang on Harry, hang on. She thought shed said these words to her self. Hermione reached over and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

Hell be fine, youll see. The hidden Aurors made their way to the stairwell. They were much too exposed in the lift. They silently made their way up the stairs, Dawlish in the lead, with Lachlan placing a hand on his shoulder and Sarah doing the same to Dawlish. They pulled their wands out and proceeded up the stairs towards the penthouse level. *** Harry swayed a bit, finally free from his bonds. He looked around and found his clothing resting inside a drawer along the wall. Quickly he dressed, but hissed at not being able to find his wand. He went to the door and with a whispered spell, it opened with relative ease. He eased himself out into the passageway. He was free, but now time was working against him. As soon as Clark realized Harry was free, the device would be activated and Harry would have no means to defend himself. Harry crept along the corridor, his senses slowly returning to a relative state of stability. He heard some movement ahead of him around the bend of the hallway. Peering around the corner, he saw the orderly that he remembered shut off his sedative rustling around in a broom closet. With a quick movement, Harry swept up behind her and placed a hand on her mouth. He shoved her into the closet and pulled the door behind him. He turned her face towards his and gave her a motion to remain quiet. Silently she nodded her understanding. He removed his hand from her mouth. Who are you? Why did you help me? He whispered. My name is Stephanie Munson. Im a member of the Nobel Peace Foundation. Harry gave her a puzzled look. Were a secret branch of the Nobel Foundation. We were charged with keeping the Tesla Device in safe keeping. Apparently you failed. Harrys voice held a trace of sarcasm. She gave him a glare. Well, Clark has it and hes willing to use it for his own gain. Harry relented from his own suspicions. She had, after all, helped him. Can you get me out of here? She shook her head no. Ive helped you as much as I can. My mission is the Device. Harrys shoulders drooped. Look, you have some time. Hes in the main lab in the basement, awaiting the results of your DNA scan. If you go to the far end of the hall, theres a door that leads to the roof. Cant you make yourself invisible or something to avoid detection? Harry smacked the top of his head. Of course, he could use a Disillusionment Charm. He smiled thanks and whispered the incantation and ran to the door at the end of the hall. He made his way up the stairs and pushed his way onto the roof. Just as his feet hit the gravel on the rooftop, he heard the telltale siren scream of an alarm. Theyd noticed hed gone missing. *** Dawlish pushed open the door into the penthouse. He and his two companions rushed in, wands drawn, still hidden beneath their cloaks. They swept the room and ran into the office area. When the reached the landing of the office, they stopped in their tracks, shock blazing over their face. Ginny felt the galleon in her hand grow warm. She looked down at the letters and her face fell, her eyes generating real tears. The floor is empty, no furniture, no walls. Theres no one here. Harry is not here.

*** Harry rushed to the side of the roof. The skyline was of a city he did not recognize. All around, tall buildings reached up into the night. He looked down and realized he was at least eighty stories in the air. He felt a strange sensation that his powers were gone. He attempted to cast a spell and nothing happened. Clark had reactivated the Device. Harry went back to the stairwell and heard the tell tale sounds of booted feet climbing the stairs. They were looking for him. Without his magic, he was defenseless and it was just a matter of minutes before they reached the roof. He was trapped.

Chapter 70 On the Run The rooftop door burst open. Anthony Stephens led a group of black-clad men armed to the teeth with wicked looking automatic rifles. All of the men had their faces covered by balaclavas and their pockets bulged with assorted weaponry. Stephens motioned with his hand and the armed men dispersed, searching for the escaped wizard. Stephens eye was caught by some movement on one side of the wall. He drew a large, chrome plated pistol and ran to the edge of the roof. Glancing down the side, he swore and pumped his fist, recalling his men. He led them down the stairs. He whispered into a microphone in his sleeve. Running at full speed, the team found a high speed elevator waiting. They ducked in and depressed a button for the street level. A few minutes later, they reached the street and rushed around the side of the building. An empty window washers scaffold rested on the sidewalk and there was no sign of Potter to be seen. He sent his team back into the building and called for more men who were dressed less obviously in order to begin a grid search of the city. How far could one, helpless wizard get? The answer to Stephens question was not that far. Harry watched him from the roof top. Hed sent the scaffolding down by itself, hoping that itd draw his pursuers downward. Hed not expected it to reach street level to cause a bigger distraction than intended. He watched Stephens direct his men in street clothes to various quadrants in a radius from the scaffold. Harry watched as a motorcade of large vehicles roared up to Stephens location. The large soldier -forhire leapt into the lead vehicle and Harry watched the procession drive off. In a few moments, he felt a change in his body. He grinned. Lumos! The end of his index finger glowed a bright blue. Nox! The light extinguished just as rapidly as it came. Harry looked over at an adjacent rooftop and apparated from his location. He appeared on the next rooftop. He repeated the process until he was well away from the location. *** How the hell did he escape? Cohen watched the blood rush to Clarks face. Clark whirled at Cohen and grabbed the older man by the front of his jacket. You told me to turn off the device! This is your fault! Clark was beset by a bout of coughing, causing him to lose his grip on the defrocked wizard. Ahem, sir? Dr. Kendall stood in the door, a clipboard held in his hand. I think I found something. Clark steadied himself and turned to face his doctor. We passed the blood through a micron filter. There are elevated neuron levels. Theyre off the chart. Theres definitely something different here. I think this is what you were looking for. Clark smiled wanly and patted Cohen on the chest. Do we have enough to try on me? Kendall shook his head. Clark threw his hands in the air and then grabbed a handset off his desk. Stephens, find Potter. I dont care how, but find him. When you do, we need him alive, at least until we can drain every pint of his blood from his body. Is that clear? He received an affirmative

response from his team leader. Clark threw down the radio and collapsed into his chair, his energy gone. *** Where did they go? Ginny paced the living room of her parents home. How do we find out where he is? He could be anywhere in the world! The despair in her voice tore at her fathers heart. I may have an idea where they are. Dudley appeared at the door, his hand clinched around a bundle of papers. I searched out some information on the Internet. His main headquarters is in Berlin. Its where his main research hub is. If hes got Harry, thats where he brought him, Id wager. His headquarters is in the Glasturm am Potsdamer Platz. Berlin? How do we get there? Floo? Ginnys mind was going a mile a minute. Arthur pondered the possibilities. I have to check the registry. We have to find a proper fireplace to land in. He rushed and grabbed a large book that looked very similar to a telephone directory. He thumbed through the pages and found the appropriate passage. Ah, here it is, Berlins Central Post Office. Wait a minute, Arthur. You cant expect to bring all of these people through. Itd be too obvious. Dawlish stared at the people sitting around the living room. Everyone cant go. Well I dont know how youre going to keep me from going. Ginny planted her foot and crossed her arms. No one dared oppose her. No one save for Hermione. Ginny, you have to be reasonable. Hermiones voice was steady and calm. The past few days had frayed her nerves to no end. You know you cant go. Not only do you have James to consider, but what if theyre wrong? We need to be here to react if things change. Ginnys lower lip protruded from her mouth. She wasnt ready to give in. Its Harry, Hermione. I wont lose him again. I cant. She faltered her voice breaking. I cant bear to live without him. I know exactly what you mean. Hermione felt the same way about Ron. But Ron is healthy enough to travel. Hell go, wont you Ron? Ron nodded vigorously, awed by Hermiones willingness to agree to such an arrangement. Ron gave his sister a solemn look. I promise, Ginny, if hes there, well find him and well bring him back. Ginny gave her brother a crushing embrace. Ron returned her hug and gazed lovingly at his wife. He was making a promise to her as well. He was promising to return home, safe. Besides, if I know Harry, hes causing them all kinds of trouble, probably more trouble than hes worth. Deans words helped to release the tension in the room. *** This Potter is more trouble than hes worth! Stephens muttered beneath his breath. His patrols had not caught any sight of the escaped wizard. Wizard, bah! Stephens didnt really believe in any of this hocus pocus mumbo jumbo. He held the device tightly in his hands. Berlin was a large city, and he was searching for a very well hidden needle in a large haystack. Perhaps Clark was hoping that Potter would simply fall back into their laps? Harry was tiring of his apparition from roof top to roof top. He had no idea what city he was in. The landmarks werent familiar and he was hesitant to go to street level, lest he be stranded and

trapped when the Device came into proximity to him. Still, he had to get his bearings, so he decided to chance an apparition near the street. He spied a lower roof top, barely a second story above the surface. He concentrated and appeared on the roof top. He saw an advertisement written in what he recognized as German. Berlin! He was in Berlin. He smiled and concentrated hard. He conjured his Patronus and sent it rushing off into the ether. He glanced up at a nearby skyscraper and concentrated on transporting himself upward. He disappeared and immediately reappeared in mid air above the street. He fell from the sky and landed hard in the middle of the road. The motorcade came to a screeching halt. The Device had been brought within range, just as Harry was apparating away. In fact, he had fallen into their laps. Harry rolled onto his back, his body hurt from the fall, but nothing was seriously hurt. He raised his head in time to see the punch from Stephens land on his face. Then there was blackness. *** As they finalized their plans, Ginny stole upstairs to Rons old room and looked in on James. Her son was sleeping soundly. Hed rolled onto his back, his head turned to the side. His arms were raised above his shoulders and he had a slight smile on his face as if he were dreaming about something wonderful. She reached a hand and lightly touched his cheek. Her heart ached at seeing him. She knew that Hermione was right. Suddenly, the room filled with a bright white light as a miniature version of Harrys stallion Patronus appeared in a flurry of mist and light. She heard one word, but it was enough. She took one last look at James, and then ran down the stairs to her friends. Harry sent me a message by Patronus! It said Berlin! Hes in Berlin! She was giddy with excitement. Dudley raised his eyebrows. Thats interesting isnt it? You know what this means, dont you? Of course, silly. It means hes alive! Ginnys relief was evident on her face. Well, yes, of course. Dudley looked around at the rest of the faces drawn in his direction. If he could send a Patronus, doesnt that mean hes out of range of the Device? I mean, doesnt it mean hes escaped, or something? The shocked looks on the gathered faces registered the simple conclusion. Dawlish gave a quick command and soon, five of them were exiting the living room floo, on a course for Berlin. *** Stephens was not gentle returning Harry to his master. He tossed Harry into the room that hed escaped. Harry had been roughed up, but Clark was happy to see him nonetheless. Stephens coupled Harry back on the bed. Mr. Potter, you had us worried! Clark looked worse. His breathing was labored and his skin grown ashen. I was concerned about your escape, so I checked the security tapes. The door opened and two security guards walked in carrying the battered form of Stephanie Munson between them. Imagine my surprise when I found out you had help. Its a good surprise, mind you. By days end, we will be able to turn off the Device and you know what happens next? Harry glared at Clark. His captor returned the look with a sneer. It means every ounce of blood in your body will be mine. Stephens had returned the needle to Harrys arm and turned on the sedative drip. Clark smiled and turned to the guards holding the unconscious form. Take her to the roof of an adjacent building, and throw her off.

The intravenous fluid continued its progress into Harrys body, as if counting down his death. Chapter 71 Gravity The Glasturm am Potsdamer Platz was a massive structure, rising to touch the darkening sky in a pillar of black glass and gray steel. Clark had built the skyscraper amid a flurry of protests from his German competitors who opposed the presence of such a wily and ruthless competitor in their midst. A few well-placed bribes to some highly placed politicians had gained Clark the ability to build his monstrosity and now it was the headquarters of his entire operation. The top five floors of the building were reserved for his biotechnology research division and his own private living quarters. It was here, hed spirited the captured Harry Potter after the attack at Hogwarts, and it was here the dying industrialist hope to cheat his own death, through the murder of Harry. They had eschewed laying him on a bed. Instead, Harry was suspended from the ceiling by his arms with is wrists bearing the brunt of his weight by their containment in titanium shackles. His legs hung down with his toes barely touching the floor and his shoulder ached from the position. Hed been gagged with a gauze rag doused with ether which was kept in place by a generous wrapping of duct tape. The ether was keeping him groggy and the gag prevented him from speaking or muttering any words. The reedy Dr. Kendall was busily attaching a tube to Harrys leg, using a long needle to penetrate the large vein in his thigh. With a nod, he backed away from his handiwork. You see Mr. Potter, when the neurochemical count in your blood reaches the levels we need, were going to bleed you dry. Clark eyes were wide; he was pacing the floor wildly. Are those sedatives taking hold yet? I dont want him to be able to get away when I turn off the device. Hes has enough sedatives in his system to tranquilize and elephant. Heck, they might even be elephant sedatives, for all I know. Stephens checked some monitors and looked at Harry. He should be completely under in a few minutes. Good, nothing can stop us now. Clark cackled in positive glee. He could almost feel Harrys blood coursing through his veins. *** Dawlish felt the Rons firm grip on his shoulder. He could only assume that Arthur had a similar grip on Rons shoulder as the three cloaked wizards made their way into Clarks glass fortress. They moved slowly and silently through the lobby. The moment of greatest exposure came when Dawlish propelled them rapidly into a closing elevator. Fortunately, its lone occupant kept to the far side of the cab, allowing the three to stay well away from him. Nevertheless, they all held their breaths, afraid that the slightest sound would give away their gambit. The rider strode off on a floor somewhere on the thirtieth floor. Dawlish reached out and pressed the button for the penthouse level. When we get up there, we need to split up. Arthur, you go left, Ron you go right. Ill take the center of the floor. Our first priority is the device. Once we turn it off, we should have no trouble rescuing Harry. Dawlish disembodied voice echoed through the car. He was afraid to remove his cloak, lest someone with video surveillance catch sight of him. Arthur spoke, Dont bother casting spells. You can under your cloaks, but they dissipate once out in the open. Well need to destroy the device first. Dawlish took the further silence as indication that they were ready. Okay, prepare yourselves. The silence of the car was only broken by the insistent chime of the controls as they made their way up to the ninetieth floor.

Lachlan and Cavendish left the elevator and moved out onto the roof. They were on a building adjacent to their target. Their vantage point was slightly lower than the Clarks building, but they could see across to the windows of the penthouse level. The sky was black, no moon to shine on them. The building across the divide had reflective windows and Lachlan could not make out any movement in the offices across the way. Cavendish looked over at him, her amber eyes afire with anticipation. Why didnt John let me go with him? I can handle myself. She huffed almost like a petulant child. Lachlan chuckled as he responded, his high, clear voice tinged with a light Scottish lilt. You know the reason better than I do. Her face flushed at his comment. Im surprised he let you come at all. I would think hed want you to stay back in London, out of danger. It was Elizabeths turn to chuckle. Weve been working on the relationship. He doesnt try to affect my job and I dont ignore him. Lachlan looked at her to see if she were joking. She was. Its a great arrangement. She laughed, her voice beautiful, her hair bouncing but her heart was still anxious as to Dawlishs predicament. The two grasped tightly to their brooms. Lachlans was battered and old, yet he held it tight. Cavendish eyed the broom, a question in her eyes. Yes, its Mad Eye Moodys. I got it from Robards, before he died. Mad Eye was my tutor many years ago. He didnt have any family and Robards thought Id like to have it. Lachlan stared wistfully at the adjacent building. Suddenly, the door theyd come out of burst open. A pair of black camouflaged figures was dragging a woman between them out onto the roof top. Stephens says to toss her over the side. The two Aurors sidled into the shadows. He says she helped that strange prisoner over there escape. Dont you find everything a little strange? His partner was nervous, the events of the past few days shaking him. I mean, the man just disappeared in thin air and then reappeared. His cohort shrugged his shoulders. Look, they pay me fine and every once in a while I get to shoot people. He adjusted his burden and surveyed the roof. Really, what can an ex -convict really ask for out of life? His friend laughed heartily. Together, they proceeded towards the edge of the roof. Silently, Lachlan tried to stun the guards to shake them of their intent, but they were well within in the Devices effective range. Lachlan looked over at Cave ndish who saw his intent in his eyes. Gripping Mad Eye Moodys broom by the handle near the sweep, Lachlan quietly paced out of his cover, sneaking up on the men. Cavendish mirrored his movements with her own broom. They crossed the distance between themselves and the henchmen. Theyd just about gotten to within striking range when a rustle of a pebble beneath Cavendishs feet caused one of the men to turn. With a shout, he warned his partner and quickly drew his pistol. He pointed the weapon at the two wizards. Stay where you are. The man who liked his job because he got to shoot people immediately sensed that his job satisfaction quotient was about to go up. I think we have ourselves more of those loonies. His partner held his own weapon out, Yeah, but look at that one. Shes definitely a looker. Maybe we can have some fun first? His sneer sent chills down Cavendishs spine. ***

I think hes ready, sir. Kendall stepped away from his monitor and flipped a page on his clipboard. He winced and put his finger in his mouth, the paper cut hed received was deep, but not serious. Clark whirled and smiled. He withdrew the Device and turned it from the twelve oclock position. The red glow ebbed and died. He looked over at his medical assistant. Last time, we saw results in five minutes, no more. Clarks eyes blazed with glee. He turned to Stephens and tossed him the Device. Put that in the safe. Stephens bowed and made for the door. Oh and Stevens? The ogre -like assassin turned to face his master. I think Professor Cohen has outlived his usefulness. Please inform him that I am terminating his employmentpermanently. Clarks eyes were lustful, insane. There was no way he was going to share this power with anyone. Stephens smiled, his own grimace matching his masters madness. He turned and made his way out the door. *** The lift reached the top floor and the doors opened with a bell. The receptionist looked questioningly at the open doors but no one seemed to be there. She felt a whisper of wind pass by her but ignored what she thought was a momentary rush of the air conditioning. She smiled at the two armed men near her and they returned the gesture, each trying to figure a way to get close to the pretty office worker. The clandestinely clad Aurors separated as arranged. Ron made his way down a long corridor, stopping to glance in each office door as he passed. He came to a bend in the hallway and heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Ron pressed his body against the wall and nearly gasped as the large man who led the assault on Dennis wedding strode past. The big man was so near, Ron could smell the sweat on his frame. The man waved a gorilla sized arm near Ron and made his way around the bend. After a few steps, he stopped and turned back to look at the spot where Ron had been standing curiously. Ron crept around the corner and made his way down the adjacent hall. Stephens looked back at the corridor. His instincts were blaring an alarm. He stared at a spot on the wall where he thought hed seen a ripple of light, like the air around the wall had bent briefly than went back to reality. He stared for a second replaying the incident in his mind. He was many things, but above all he was a highly trained killer. He always trusted his instincts. He pulled his pistol from its holster and walked down the way Ron had gone. *** Lachlan raised his arms slowly, dropping his broom, nodding for Cavendish to do the same. The two armed men ignored their prisoner and moved towards the pair of Aurors. The one directly across from Cavendish gave her a perverted smile. Were going to have some fun, arent we pretty? He placed the muzzle his pistol right on her neck, tracing the outline of her chin. Lachlans stare became hardened. The other guard noticed the older man tense up and pulled back the hammer of his own weapon in warning. At that instant, Lachlan felt a tingling sensation in his body, as if a switch had been turned on and power was once again flowing. Lachlan bent his wrist, pointing his wand at his assailant. Stupefy! The targeted guard went flying across the roof top and slammed into the wall near the door where theyd exited. The sickening crunch of flesh and bone impacting on co ncrete sung out across the area. His partner looked at Lachlan wild-eyed. He spun his gun towards the aging

wizard only to blasted by a shield charm from Cavendish. The solid impact of the shield sent the man flying and he landed near the edge of the roof. Unable to stop his momentum, he skid across the tar and gravel and flipped over the ledge. He made a desperate grab for the rim around the ledge but missed and he continued over the side of the building, terror in his eyes replacing the lustful sneer of only moments earlier. His screams were drowned out by the wind and distance of the fall. Lachlan retrieved his broom and looked over at Cavendish who was knelt over the prone figure of Stephanie Munson. Did you do that on purpose? Cavendish shrugged her shoulders and picked up her own broom. Shell be alright. Wed better go. Lachlan watched as the impossibly beautiful Auror sat astride her broom and leapt up into the night. He smiled and followed her lead. *** Ron came to an opulently appointed office. He walked in and strode around looking for a clue as to the whereabouts of the Device. He noticed a painting located in a nave inside a book case. He lifted it gently and surprisingly found it had been hinged and opened out into the room. He glanced at the dialed knob and handle of the safe door. He took a quick glance around and lifted the hood of his cloak off his head. Figuring he had to try something, he whispered the unlock charm, not expecting what happened. He heard an audible click. He reached up and tried the handle and the door swung open soundlessly. Inside he saw a battered brass pocket watch. He reached in and noticed the time read eleven thirty. It wasnt activated and soon, it would be rendered permanently impotent. His fingers worked their way to the dial. Nervously, Ron began to manipulate the hands to destroy the Device. Drop that, right now. Stephens gravelly voice carried through the room. Ron whirled and saw the brute standing in the doorway, his gun raised and pointed at Rons head. I thought I saw something moving. Stephens was slightly taken aback, all he could see was Rons head floating in air and one hand moving on its own. He did not see Ron slide his wand out into his other hand. Ron raised his wand arm up in one movement and jumped to the side. Stephens martial instincts kicked in at Rons sudden movement. He gripped the trigger, squeezing rounds out in a staccato. He felt the heat of the stun charm as it passed by his head, while he pelted the area where Ron had been with several rounds. Ron had leapt behind the large desk in the center of the room. He peeked out from under the desk and spied his enemys booted feet bolting to a position that would allow the man a clear shot at Ron from behind. Ron dove over the top of the desk, in mid air the twisted his body and brought his wand up and aimed it at Stephens direction. Stephens caught Rons movements and brought his weapon up, aiming for a spot where he thought the disembodied heads torso should be. He fired a couple of shots before his pistol went flying out of his hand and across the room. Ron felt the heat of pain on his shoulder. He looked down and saw a tear in his cloak and the tell-tale red of escaping blood. Even though the bullet had only grazed him, he was hoping that Hermione wouldnt be too disappointed, even though hed promised her to return unharmed. Ron stood up and removed the cloak from his body, freeing up his limbs for better movement. He spotted Stephens as the bigger man was charging him from across the room. In the mercenarys hand, a wicked K-Bar fighting knife had appeared, its serrated top blade reaching for Rons throat. Protego! Stephens body was halted in midair and he was sent flying i nto a nearby bulkhead, the air squeezing out of his lungs. He recovered quickly and gave a yell. Spotting Rons steady form in the open, he charged again, hoping to overpower the Auror with brute force.

Ron calmly allowed Stephens to gather steam. With a slight smile, Ron gave a whisper. Levicorpus! Ron laughed as Stephens body was elevated in the air by his ankle. Let me down! Stephens face was purple from his rage and position. Im going to kill you. You freak! Let me down! Ron gave his own deadly smile. Reducto! The floor to ceiling windows near the desk shattered in a blast of glass and air. The wind at this height buffeted Rons body. Without bothering to respond to Stephens threats Ron motioned his wand at the man. Locomotor Man. Stephens felt a force compelling his body to move towards the open window. His heart began to race. Wait! You dont have to do this! Im just a follower! His cries were getting desperate as his body drifted out the windows and he hung suspended in the air, ninety stories up. A follower? You seemed to enjoy your little attack. I saw the smile on your face up close while you shot all those people. Rons voice was icy cold, his eyes darkened. You wanted me to let you down, so maybe I should let you down? Stephens felt a coldness grip his chest. Wait, that Potter guy says you guys are cops. He says youre the good guys. Why dont you just arrest me and we can all go home? Slowly, Stephens dipped his hand into this breast pocket, grabbing for his backup weapon, a small derringer-type pistol. Were not cops, were Aurors. We battle the dark because we are the light. We represent justice and peace. Ron sighed and started walking from the windows. Stephens smiled to himself. Like all cops, this one couldnt bring himself to kill him. That was why the powerful dominated the weak. The weak didnt have the nerve to do what was needed. His hand grasped the pistol as he wait for the fool to reel him in to make the arrest. Ron turned and faced the suspended man and noticed the hardness in the killers eyes. Ron smiled and pointed his wand at Stephens. Finite. The magic holding Stephens above the city disappeared, as did the bodyguard, as he was caught by gravity and propelled almost three hundred meters to the asphalt below. Ron turned and ran to the spot where the Device had fallen. Quickly, he turned the dial to read nine thirty five. The watch burned a bright blue and then broke into scores of tiny pieces. Springs and sprockets fell from Rons hands, casting about on the floor. Ron heard a sound behind him and spun around and raised his wand. His muscles relaxed as he saw Lachlan and Cavendish alit on their brooms. Lachlan approached Ron, glancing out the window. The Device? Ron pointed to the floor where Lachlan saw the remnants of the watch strewn about. Lachlan looked back at the window. The screaming form of Anthony Stephens had drawn his attention to the entrance. What was that all about? Justice and peace. Ron saw Cavendish give him a knowing nod. Ron returned the look and set his jaw. Lets go find Harry. Chapter 72 Justice Clark paced madly about the room. He felt his body giving out, his last bit of energy devoted to this one, desperate grasp at life. Every so often, his eyes were drawn to the vessel of his salvation. Harrys head drooped down on his chest, the sedative working its way through his

body. Off to side, Dr. Kendall was staring at a computer monitor, watching the raw data filter through from the probes that were inserted directly into Harrys blood stream. The flow of information raced past the screen, seemingly keeping pace with the footsteps of Clark. The sine curves met with Kendalls tolerances. He looked up and nodded to Clark. At last! Drain him dry! Clark rubbed his hands together in anticipation. He resolved himself to watch every last drop of blood leave so unworthy a human being. Clark would be a god, possessing of the power necessary to rule the planet. His mind buzzed with the possibilities. Kendall walked to a machine that held a plastic drum topped by two large gyroscopes, much like a heart bypass machine. Harrys blood would collect in the drum and be processed for infusion into Clarks body. Satisfied that the machine was order, Kendall walked to the two -way mirror on the wall and placed a hand on the panel nearby. With a look to Clark, Kendalls hand hovered over the switch that would turn on the extraction pump. In a matter of seconds, every pint of Harrys blood would be suctioned out of his body. Harry would die, of course, but Kendall knew that was the price of science. Clarks eyes burned with a fire, part lust and part anticipation. Suddenly, the mirror near Kendall exploded. Large shards of glass and wall plunged into the frail doctors torso, killing him instantly. Clark was blown back by the door. The dust and debris seemed to wash over a blank space in the room. A floating head appeared as Dawlish removed his hood. Clarks eyes narrowed, but he reacted instantly and ran out the adjacent door. Dawlish ignored Clarks escape, his eyes focused on Harrys suspended figure. With a flick of his wand, the blood extraction equipment exploded in a shower of sparks. Dawlish made his way to Harry and took on his friends dead weight onto his own shoulders. The Head Auror raised his wand and released the shackles holding Harrys wrists. Slowly, Dawlish lowered Harry to the floor, looking for signs of life. *** The explosions had caused the buildings internal alarms to ring out. Elias Cohen scampered fervently about his office, cramming money and valuables into a satchel. Spying a gem of particular worth on a far table, he spoke an Accio command, almost out of habit . Hed been used to decades where nothing had happened. The diamond left its mounting and flew into his palm. Stunned, Cohen stared at the gem in his hand. He felt different, as if hed been a paraplegic whod risen one morning and walked across the ro om. He stared at his hand and smiled. He was a wizard again. Going somewhere, Professor Cohen? The voice seemed to emanate from thin air. Arthur Weasley allowed his cloak to drop to the floor, exposing the voices source to Cohen. You! Cohen recognized the tall man whod led the apprehensions of the Illuminati Scientia so long ago. By instinct, Cohen raised his arm and let fly a curse towards Arthur. The elder Weasley was ready, his shield deflecting the blast. Even though Cohen had regained use of his magic, he was wandless and almost one hundred years out of practice. The curse had been poorly aimed and had limited power. Arthur moved, his speed belying his age and his sedentary lifestyle. With a quick move of his wand, Arthur froze Cohen with a paralyzing charm, locking the older man rigid in place. Its been a long time, Professor Cohen. Arthurs smile held little humor. The man had helped wrought significant tragedy on his family. The irony of the matter is that you held the power to reclaim your magic with you all the time. Cohens eyes bore in on Arthur. According to Dr. Tesla, the Device couldnt deprive you of your magic, it only nullified it. When it was destroyed, it returned your powers. Ironic, dont you think? ***

Ron, Lachlan and Cavendish systematically worked their way down the corridor. The alarm had brought down the entire private army that Clark had at its disposal. Every corner and every doorway held a heavily armed assailant, intent on shooting them on sight. The going was slow and their progress incremental. Theyd worked out a system where Cavendish would shield them from the oncoming fire while Ron and Lachlan incapacitated the source of the fire with spells. They worked methodically, gaining momentum as they burst through each barricade with unbridled power. Rons eyes kept up a roving scan and his movements were elegant, everything timed and thought out. He and Lachlan kept up a pirouette of motion, crossing over thresholds and leaping barriers, all the while covered by Cavendishs well placed shields. Not everything was easy. The volume of fire and the use of grenades by their enemy made their defense far from impregnable. Soon, all three were bleeding from multiple wounds as stray rounds and shrapnel tore into their flesh. Nonetheless, the three Aurors kept up the fury of their assault, driving the mercenaries further back into Clarks sanctum. Clark ran down the hall, urging his men to buy him time. A dim corner of his mind reflected his discussion with Potter about adrenaline and its power. Clarks adrenal glands were working overtime. It was the only explanations for why hed not collapsed from his bodys inner demons which he felt were tearing away at his insides. He ran into a corner office, his real office which was separate from the large one hed reserved for public displays of his power. This office was full of the accoutrements required to keep him alive. He felt his pulse slackening. He was running out of time. He reached his desk and pulled open a drawer. He pulled out a syringe with a long, ten inch needle. Without hesitation, he jabbed the needle into his chest, directly into his heart and pushed on the plunger. A steady flow of epinephrine flooded his heart wall. He felt a surge of energy. He figured he had just enough time to make these mutants pay for foiling him. Hed lost, but so would they. He pressed a button on his desk and the top flipped open, revealing a computer screen and keyboard. He furiously typed in a command. A distended female voice hailed from the speakers mounted over the desk. Self-destruct charge, armed. What time setting do you wish to employ? Clark typed in a few more commands and waited. You have coded in ten seconds for detonation, please press Y to acknowledge this setting. Clark pressed the Y key on the keyboard. The screen flashed a large number ten. A panel on the desk flipped open, revealing a large plastic red button, encased in a clear case. Clark flipped open the case, exposing the button. His eyes moved rapidly from the screen to the button. All his life, all his power and all of his fortune had been spent trying to cheat death, now here he was, ready to end it in a matter of seconds. He hesitated. He took a long breath and reached down to press the button. Just before his palm could reach the plastic, Clark felt a force collide with his chest, raising his body in the air. He collided with the thick, bullet resistant windows and rebounded onto the floor. He looked up to see the bloodied and battered form of Ron Weasley standing in the doorway. Whatever you were thinking, Id just assume you didnt press that button. Lachlan and Cavendish entered the room, assuming flanking positions on either side of him. Both of them were a similar condition as Ron, cuts and bruises from shrapnel and concussive forces dotting their bare skin. Thats him. Thats Clark. Hes the one that started this all. Ron strode towards Clark, the muggle moving to his knees, his eyes defiant. You arent worthy to have your powers. I am superior. Clark stood and thrust his chest out. Rons face was grim. He pointed his wand at Clark. Ill show you what real power is. Lachlan and Cavendish stood to the side, anticipating Rons solution to the problem.

Ron. The voice was weak and soft, yet Ron heard the rebuke in its tone and the owners disappointment in what he was about to do. Ron turned and saw Harry in the door, his arm draped around Dawlish as the senior Auror helped him into the room. Rons eyes blazed with fury. Harry, dont. He could hurt us more than you could possibly know. We cant just allow him to run free. We wont, Ron. Harry limped away from Dawlish and reached a hand out to his friends shoulder. But, this wouldnt be justice. Hes dying Ron, his body is tearing itself apart. You would only be granting him mercy. Clark stared at Harry, hatred permeating his gaze. Harry looked at the billionaire with contempt, but then his gaze turned to one of pity. Harry neared Clark and raised an arm. Clark flinched, expecting to be smitten from the earth, or whatever these wizards did to their prey. Episkey. An ethereal glow emanated from Harrys outstretched hand and extended to Clark. His posture straightened as he felt warmth pervade his body. His lungs ceased their pleas for air and for the first time in his life, Simon Clark felt well. All you really had to do was ask. Harry turned to his companions and saw Arthur Weasley enter the room, preceded by the frozen form of Elias Cohen. Thats it? Youve cured me and now youre going to leave me be? Clark was incredulous. The weakness that Harry was displaying demonstrated that without a doubt, the dark haired wizard was undeserving of his gift. Clark began to laugh until he felt his extremities lock into rigidity as Dawlish petrified him with quick spell. Harry gave a quiet thanks to Dawlish, who moved over to attend to Cavendishs injuries. Harry turned to the paralyzed Clark, staring the man in the eye. Not quite. Sometimes, there are worse things than death. *** Theyd gathered on the adjacent building, the six companions and their two charges. Stephanie Munson was gone. In her place was a note, weighed down by one of the discarded weapons of her would-be murderers. The Nobel Society knows all about you. Keep the Statute of Secrecy and all will be well. Violate it to your own detriment. Hope that we do not meet again. Thats gratitude. Lachlan rubbed a sore shoulder, it had been a long night. Harry chuckled and walked to where Ron sat astride his broom. With a little effort, Harry climbed on the broom behind Ron and held on. With a pat on Rons shoulder, the pair flew off towards Clarks headquarters. They stopped a few meters distant from the corner office. Through the open window, Harry could barely make out the large red button on the desk. Harry extended a finger and concentrated, focusing his energy on the button. Protego. Harrys brow furrowed as he rendered his shield into a space roughly the diameter of the button. He imagined a lighter touch and the deftness of the charms power amazed his friend. Ron watched as the red plastic button slowly dropped down. He watched as the numbers on the monitor began to scroll down. Ron quickly came to his senses and soared away from the tower. Behind them, the top of the Glasturm am Potsdamer Platz exploded in a fiery display of power, all of the five floors destroyed in the blink of an eye.

They rendezvoused with the others. Gathering together and nursing various wounds, they clambered aboard their brooms and took off, their prisoners dragging along behind them. As they soared through the dark sky, the first tendrils of dawn began to shine in the east, chasing their retreating figures into the night. Chapter 73 Consequences The small ketch made its way through the storm tossed North Sea. Its beam was bracketed by the incessant pounding of the surf and rain pelted the frail-looking sails as the winter gale buffeted ship. Its wooden prow knifed through the water while the deck yawed from side to side. Any outside observer would have sworn the vessel was close to foundering on the treacherous seas. Nevertheless, the boat made its way towards the foreboding rocky speck of land in the distance. As the ketch approached the island, it sprung from the water, seemingly rising with crest of a wave and never returning into its trough. It flew through the air, majestically, and stopped near a landing on the side of a dingy gray stone wall. The ship hung in midair, ready to deposit its charges to the prison of Azkeban. The figures of two men were rigid, paralyzed seemingly floating across the gangway motivated by the three wizards whod accompanied them. The Auror in charge of the prison met them at the door and led them into the reception and processing area. A single prisoner, dressed in a tattered gray prison suit with the number one etched on its front, waited idly in a corner. He smiled at one of the three men whod accompanied the new prisoners. Arthur Weasley acknowledged Nicola Teslas greeting. Nicola, its so very nice to see you again. Arthur waved to his companions. This is my son, Percy and this is Harry Potter. Tesla shook each of their hands. His gaze tarried on Harrys face. Harry was still pale, his body wracked from the trials of the previous few days. Tesla noticed that Harrys eyes still glowed with a mixture of force and regret. The last surviving member of the Illuminati Scientia looked over at Arthur. Percy here has spoken to the Minister. Your sentence has been commuted. You must, of course, abide by the law, but youll be leaving with us on the ship. Teslas eyes misted. Hed all but lost hope in being able to breathe fresh air and to feel the sun on his face. Arthur pointed to the men being led in. I thought youd want to meet our prisoners, Nicola. This is Simon Clark, the muggle behind the nonsense we talked about. Tesla looked at the man and smiled, knowing the fate that awaited him. Arthur gestured towards the other man. I believe you know our other guest. Tesla glared deeply at Cohen. Recognition covered Cohens eyes. Hello, Elias. I gather you got your powers back. Tesla looked up at Arthur for confirmation. Arthur nodded. Pity you wont be able to use them here. Ive been here almost sixty years, thanks to you. In all that time, Ive never seen it worse than it is today, even with the dementers. I hope you will enjoy your stay. Arthur led Tesla back the way they came. Without looking back, Nicola Tesla boarded the ketch, the first leg on his voyage to freedom. Percy Weasley gave a parchment over to the senior Auror and bowed his head. He gave a brief glance to Harry, who returned the gesture. Without a word, Percy walked over to board the ship. Harry gave the warden a look and the prison guards led Simon Clarks body into the meeting room. Harry followed closely and entered the room. The guards left and shut the door behind them. Through the portal in the heavy wooden door, he heard Elias Cohens introduction to his new life. You are Prisoner 688. You no longer have a name. You no longer exist. You have been consigned to Azkeban Prison for the duration of your magical life. You will only refer to yourself

by your number. Your sentence will commence now. Harry heard the footsteps of the masked guards as they led Prisoner 688 to the cell that he would die in. Harry turned to face Simon Clark. He felt the weight of his wand in his hand. It had been odd to apply so much magic without a wand, but it drained him and he felt more in control with his wand than without. Another consideration was that keeping others from knowing that he was almost as good a spell caster without a wand as with would be a good hole card. Hed asked his friends that had been with him to keep their knowledge of his enhanced abilities to themselves. Harry swept his wand forward and whispered the spell that released Clark from his paralysis. Clark paced, staring Harry down. Why did you save me? His eyes blazed hatred. Maybe its because you were too weak to kill, to do what was necessary. There was a note of triumph and defiance in his voice. Hed never felt stronger. Harry smiled, Maybe or maybe I thought that killing you would not be the right outcome for your crimes? Clark stopped pacing for a moment. You cant keep me here forever. Your minister is bound to obey the Prime Minister. Cohen told me so. I wield a lot of power. Hell demand that I be released, and when I am, Ill use everything in my power to make you pay Potter. Clark put his hands on his hips daring Potter to deny the truth. Harry reached into a pocket and removed a Times clipping. He tossed it down on the table in front of Clark. The headline blared, Billionaire Simon Clark Killed In Berlin Research Lab Explosion! Clark scanned the news story, disbelief filtering into his head. Harry put his arms on the table and leaned his face into Clark. All you said would be true if anyone knew you were still alive. Clark collapsed into a nearby chair. Harry stood and looked down at him. Its a very difficult life here. Many powerful wizards have gone mad here , from the hopelessness and the terror. Most just simply die from despair. Harry paced a bit, keeping his viridian eyes locked on Clark. Weve never had a muggle here, so I dont know what the experience will do to you. You cant do this to me! Im not supposed to be here! Its for your kind, not me! Clarks voice was raspy, its pitch high. You violated a major law of magic and you put our children at risk. You sought to dominate your world and ours and you tried to make my wife a widow. Dont tell me what I can and cant do, Mr. Clark, you no longer have the power to decide. Harry walked to the door and knocked. A large, masked Auror opened the door and made room for Harry to leave. He stopped in the threshold and turned back to address Simon Clark for the last time. You know, when I healed you, I added many years to your life. I didnt save you, Simon. I only prolonged the agony of your death. Believe me, before long, youll wish I had killed you. Before long, youll wish you were dead. Harry turned his back and walked out the door. He heard Clark screaming his name until the guard paralyzed him. Harry strode over the gangplank and onto the waiting ketch. The ancient sailing vessel banked in the air and dove for the ocean to ply its way home. Simon Clark tried to move, but the spell held him rigid. He could see the stone blocks that made up the ceiling of the corridor. He was led from the meeting room out to the reception area. He vaguely made out the glow of the gas lamps as he heard the steps of the head guardian approach.

You are Prisoner 689. The fact that you are not a wizard does not preclude you from performing your tasks. You will only refer to yourself by your number. There is no escape, especially for you. You have been sentenced for the rest of your natural life. Your sentence begins now. He looked up at the guard pushing his body down the hall. The guard wore featureless silver mask, shrouding any hint of individuality from Clark. They walked up and down ramps and through endless passageways. Finally, they came to a stop. He heard the creaking of a heavy door and he was pushed into a room. He heard the door slam shut behind him and then felt himself regain control of his limbs. He stood and surveyed the dingy six by eight foot stone box hed been thrown into. There were no windows and a small wooden cot took up a third of the floor space. He felt cold, not only in temperature but in his soul. There was no sound, not of conversation or activity, just silence. He looked down at his cot and sat. Dirt and rock seemed to be aligned in neat rows as if the previous occupant of the cell had been a neatness freak. He leaned his head forward and swore he could see the outline of a cat drawn in the dust. Clark stood, the one time captain of industry and the maker of kings, was reduced to being the master of a small cell in a prison incapable of being seen by humans on an island in the middle of nowhere. The despair started forming in his chest, sooner than Harry had anticipated. Simon Clark settled onto his bed and let his mind lose itself in his depression. *** Harry and Arthur returned to the Burrow. They had the others go ahead as they dealt with the disposal of their prisoners. Arriving at the Weasley family home, they were met by a crescendo of cheers and applause. Harry worked his way through his family and friends, not really seeing them, his eyes searching for someone in particular. He felt the familiar crush of her arms and the lilac scent of her hair overwhelmed him. He winced from the various wounds hed suffered but was unwilling and unable to let her go. He leaned his face down and kissed Ginny strongly, without regard to who was near and where they were. The kiss energized him as if she were conveying strength and life through the embrace. He ran his fingers through her hair and lost himself in her eyes. He felt mostly complete. Wheres James? His question was simple. She smiled at him and broke the embrace. Kreacher! She looked at his puzzled face. I asked Kreacher to hide James until the crisis was over. I dont know where he took him, but I knew hed watch over him with his life. Harry smiled at her ingenuity. Besides Ginny and himself, Harry knew of no one who would guard James better than Kreacher, whod attached himself to the boy. A puff of smoke and a loud crack announced the arrival of the house-elf. He held James deftly in one arm while he carried a blue baby bag decorated with yellow stars and moons on the other. Kreachers face beamed at seeing Harry. He loped up to his master and held James up to his fathers arms. Harry grinned in delight and silently thanked Kreacher. He held James up to his face and smiled at his son. James eyes twinkled in recognition of his fathers face. His hands reached up and grabbed at Harrys glasses. Harry cooed at him and James giggled in response. Harry turned towards Ginny, inviting her in to the circle. Harry gave Kreacher another glance and then turned back to Ginny. Molly Weasley wiped a tear from her face and ushered the rest of the visitors out of the room. Arthur Weasley slipped back into his doddering father role. Im telling you, its just gas! Molly pushed him to the kitchen. Harry caught Arthurs eye, and the elder Weasley gave him a wink, then disappeared out the door. Harry reached down and gave Ginny a kiss. Lets go home. Harry nodded to Kreacher who reached up and grasped their arms. They disappeared in a flash for Grimmauld Place. ***

Arthur Weasley arrived at the Ministry and hurriedly made his way through the crowd. He grabbed a lift which deposited him on the level that led to the Ministers office. He walked in and saw Percy sitting at a large desk, working through some parchment. Any repercussions? Arthur was worried as to Percys fate. Well, yes. Percy smiled. Ive been promoted. Im no longer the deputy junior undersecretary, now Im the senior deputy undersecretary. I told you breaking the rules is good for my career. Arthur smiled at his son and walked into Kingsley Shacklebolts office. Arthur, Im glad everything worked out. Sit down. Arthur Weasley took a seat as Kingsley walked from behind his desk. I assume youll be wanting to come back to work then? Im sorry about before, my hands were tied. Arthur held his breath. Kingsley Shacklebolt was a friend and theyd been through a lot over the years. It pained him to speak. No, I dont think I want my old job back. Kingsley sat back, pondering Arthurs statement. Another role, then, something in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement? Just name it. Arthur stood up and faced his old friend. No, Ive already taken another job. Arthur let out his breath slowly. Youre leaving the government? Kingsley was surprised at Arthurs willingness to leave decades of service behind. I didnt say that. Ive been elected to a position in the Wizengamot, as leader of the opposition party. Ill be seeking new elections for the Ministers post by the summer. Kingsley felt a physical shock, the blow striking him to the core. But why? I told you, my hands were tied. There was nothing I could do. Arthur felt his friends pain, but Kingsley had become a politician, he was beholden to too many interests and it was beginning to impact his ability to govern. I know about the Unbreakable Vow to the Prime Minister, but you could have done anything in your power up to breaking the vow to help Harry. You should have even been willing to break the vow. Harry was willing to die for you, for all of us when Voldemort needed defeating. Arthur placed a hand on Kingsleys shoulder. Ive been your friend for many years. This job has changed you, Kingsley. I wonder if the change has clouded your judgment. My family was involved. Ron was shot and Harry is as much a son to me as any of my other children. We owed him everything and you hid behind your vow and did nothing. Im sorry. Arthur turned and walked out of the Ministers office, feeling sad at hurting his ol d friend, but mostly elated and liberated. He was plotting a new course for a different future. He was more energized than hed been in many years. He couldnt wait to tell Molly. It was time to continue with the rekindling of their relationship. He sprung to the lift, and headed home. Kingsley Shacklebolt sat in the chair in front of his desk. His shoulders drooped and his head sagged. Hed lost Arthurs confidence. He had become a politician. Kingsley Shacklebolt, like his friend Arthur, began plotting a new course for the future. Chapter 74 Making Up for Lost Time

Christmastime rolled upon the extended Weasley Clan more rapidly than theyd anticipated. The entire family had been thrilled at Arthurs career change, even Percy. Molly Weasle y had her reservations about the move, especially its potential impact on Kingsley Shacklebolt. As the Yuletide season rolled around, those involved in the Clark Episode began to pick up where they left off, before their lives were interrupted. Harry stood in the well appointed study in Grimmauld Place. Kreacher had a roaring fire blazing and had just brought Harry a piping hot cup of cocoa, made only in the special way that the talented house-elf could manage. Harry rubbed a sore point on the front of his shoulder, one of the many painful reminders of his time as a guest of Clark Industries. Hed been admitted to St. Mungos to heal the most egregious injuries, but he still felt the aches and soreness that resulted from the torture hed experienced. H is shoulders and back were especially painful, residual effects of being strung up by his wrists for hours. He still felt bouts of nausea as the last traces of sedative filtered its way out of his body. Harry sipped on his cocoa; as always, he felt the taste of the drink seemingly melt away his physical ailments, if only for a little while. Harry gazed out the window. A fresh blanket of snow covered everything for miles. He smiled, winter, especially Christmastime was his favorite time of the year. The snowfall, in particular, elicited especially warm feelings of comfort and pleasure for him. He stared outside as a fresh snowfall began to occur. It seemed as if he were trying to watch each individual snowflake makes its journey to earth. He felt warmth around his waist and smiled. Ginny had walked up behind him and put her arms around his waist, clasping her hands in front of him. She rested her head on his back. Seemingly by instinct, she avoided the wounds that dotted his chest and stomach. She ran her hands up and down his chest and purred like a kitten. He felt the vibrations course through his body and what remained of his aches and pains dissipated in a flow of love and happiness. He turned towards her and put a hand on her cheek. Her skin felt warm and alive and her brown eyes were lighter, the firelight dancing in the center. He smiled and leaned down and kissed her. For a while, they stood, holding each other tightly, watching the snow cover the landscape, as if washing away the evil in the world. Harry turned to her, Wheres James? Sleeping? She gave a giggle, her eyes dancing with merriment. She took his hand and led him out of the room. He followed her up the stairs, past their bedroom. A few months earlier, theyd been able to move James to his own room and out of theirs and into his own crib. Harry and Ginny had decorated one of the bedrooms into a proper nursery, complete with a large wooden crib, changing table and chest of drawers set up against the walls. The walls were a light blue and images of magical creatures pranced along their surfaces, a gift from his Auntie Luna. Ginny put a finger to her lips, indicating that Harry should remain silent. They crept to the door, and Ginny carefully opened it a crack. She checked inside the room and then beckoned for Harry to do the same. James was lying on his back on a thick down blanket in the middle of the floor. He was babbling incessantly, punctuated by bursts of hysterical laughter. His hands were raised and his fists were wrapped tightly around a pair of gray, leathery ears. Harry looked closer and saw that the ears were attached to Kreachers head. The house-elf was speaking in a sing song which he would interrupt periodically with a screeching bellow that Harry could only assume was a laugh. Every time Kreacher would call out his howling chortle, James would laugh uncontrollably. In his hands, Kreacher held a stuffed unicorn and a doll dressed like an Auror. Kreacher was pantomiming a story to the little Potter boy, complete with sound effects. Harry snickered silently. Kreacher did have a lot experience with children. After a moment, Ginny pulled Harry away from the tableau and together, they walked to the kitchen. How long has that been going on? Harry placed his empty mug in the sink. I think it started when Kreacher had him for safe keeping. Ginnys eyes clouded over as memories of Harrys kidnapping roiled through her brain. She decided to change the subject. I saw Cho yesterday but I couldnt bring myself to bring up the wedding. What do you think theyre going to do?

Harry allowed a smile to creep onto his face. I talked to Dennis. Its all planned, he has something special up his sleeve. Ginnys ears perked up. What is it? Whats going on? Youve got to tell me. Harry shook his head. He asked me to keep it confidential. Ginny walked over to where he was standing and playfully rubbed her hands on his chest. Come on, you can tell me. She gave her best alluring smile and she batted her eyelashes unremittingly. Harry sighed and kissed her lips. He sort of figured youd beat it out of me. She gave him a smack to the side of the arm. Harry whispered in his wifes ear. Her eyes widened and her smile went from ear to ear. Thats perfect! I cant wait to tell Harry gave her a stern look of warning. She caught herself and twisted an imaginary lock on her mouth. I promise, not a soul. Harry rolled his eyes and hoped that his wife would keep her word. In the back of his mind he realized, hed just put his hopes in a journalist. He didnt have to tell her what he was thinking, she smacked him soundly on the arm once more. *** Ron lay dozing on the couch. He was in a tee-shirt and shorts and he was sprawled along the entire length of the sofa. Soft Christmas music played on the radio and he listened absently as his eyelids kept the soft light of the lamp out of his eyes. In addition to his bullet wound, he had been nicked or grazed over thirty times during the battle. The concussive force of the some of the explosions had bruised him considerably and hed suffered a couple of cracked ribs for his efforts. Hermione had not left his side the entire time hed been laid up in St. Mungos and even now, was no more than a few steps away, puttering around in the bedroom. His mind was racing, playing back the events in Berlin. Hed always understood that killing or being killed was a part of his job, but his actions with Stephens and Clark had scared Ron terribly. Was he a killer? He was at a loss at who to talk to about his doubts. Finally, he was able to sit with Cavendish after hearing the tale of her adventure on the roof. The amber-eyed Auror could offer no real explanation. Shed never been put in the position shed been in and truthfully, didnt know if shed reacted emotionally to the implied threat or if the death of the henchman was a consequence of battle. Ron understood her ambiguity. Hed seen murderous intent in Stephens eye, but he couldnt really be sure if the ape-like mercenary would have been able to accomplish his aim. Still, Rons brow furrowed as he contemplated his original question. He felt her finger trace the lines of his eyebrows. What is it? What are you thinking about? He opened his eyes and saw Hermione kneeling next to the couch, her nestle of long curly hair dancing playfully about her shoulders. He saw the concern in her eyes that was matched by worry. Ron had tried countless times to tell Hermione about what had happened, but each time he was halted by the fear that she would feel less of him. The look on her face startled him. Her expression told him that she was blaming herself for his funk. He made his decision to tell her, right then and there. Im worried, Hermione. She looked at him, fear in her eyes, still wondering if it had been something that shed done. He put a hand on her face, caressing her gently. Its nothing that youve done. Im worried that I might be, well, er, that I might be a murderer.

The surprise on her face made the burden on his heart heavier. He raised himself up to a sitting position, groaning as the sudden movement made the wounds on his body rub together, a painful reminder of his escapades. Hermione carefully touched his arm where the bullet had grazed him. How can you think that? What makes you think that? Tell me, Ron? If you cant tell me, who can you? Her eyes pleaded with him. This was a pivotal moment in their marriage. She still held doubts as to his trust since the vampire incident. Now, the first major crisis had occurred since then and she was waiting, almost testing, to see if he would trust her. Ron took a deep breath. He looked in her eyes and told her how hed dispatched Stephens. She listened, barely breathing. She watched his face fill with turmoil as he agonized over the steps he took and the actions that hed done. Soon, she saw the pain he was under. Hermione reached up her face to his and kissed him deeply. Ron felt the weight hed been s houldering lessen more and more as the kiss lasted. Their lips parted and Ron gasped for breath, overwhelmed by her display of support and love. You were in a very unique situation. You did what you felt was right. Look at Harry, you saw what that animal did to him. You saw what he did at Hogwarts. He was a psychopath and he was bent on killing you and the others. I cant see that you had any other choice. She sat next to him and took his hand. But, I killed a helpless person. What kind of Auror does that make me? His words were halting and she saw that he doubted his ability to do his job. It was this doubt that could get him killed in the future. It makes you just like all the other Aurors, including Harry. He raised his eyebrows. It makes you human. Her words echoed in his head. She was right, of course. She was always right. Come to think of it, even when she was wrong, she was right. He chuckled at the thought and told Hermione. She laughed. Dont you forget it, either. They held each other tightly and watched the city cover itself in a blanket of snow. He leaned down and whispered in her ear. Do you still want to have a baby? She smiled and carefully helped him off the couch. They practically ran into the bedroom, causing a sleeping Crookshanks to start when they slammed the door. *** Arthur Weasleys infatuation this Christmas was snowmen. Dotting the entire living room was a vast collection of snowmen of various makes and materials. In the center of the room, a miniature snow scape was dominated the scene. Despite the warmth of the room, tiny drifts with snowmen dotted the entire room complete with clothing and features. Some of the snowmen were moving, animated by magic. Arthur had taken to time to craft snowmen in the likenesses of his family and friends. A miniature snowman Harry Potter was flying about on a broom with an even smaller snowman James riding behind him. Harry, Ginny and James appeared in the living room floo and stood amazed at the scene. The walked past a portion of the room where snow continued to fall in earnest, dotting James delightfully with little snowflakes that he immediately proceeded to play with. Molly Weasley was at the front door. Oh no you dont Arthur Weasley. You are not bringing that into my house! Harry looked out the door past Molly and saw Arthur busily rolling a large snowball, roughly four feet in diameter and growing towards the front door. But, its the base of my greatest creation! Arthurs voice r ang through the house.

Molly let out an exasperated retort. You can make your greatest creation outside! Now get that away from the door, everyones starting to arrive! Molly slammed the door and turned to face Harry and Ginny. Her eyes perked up and she gave the couple a perfunctory peck on the cheek and grabbed up James from Harrys arms. Theres my little man! Molly swung James around in the air, eking another bout of giggles and guffaws from the cherubic child. Ginny and Harry smiled at each other and helped to greet the rest of the family, whod begun arriving for the festivities. Lee and Sarah made their appearance. Sarahs finger was adorned with a large diamond ring which brought squeals of delight from Ginny. Harry clapped Lee on the back, then turned to greet Dudley and Aunt Petunia as they made their way in the door. Petunia also gave Harry a peck on the cheek and practically ran to where Molly was making strange faces at James. Prim Aunt Petunia joined in the one-sided game of charades with Molly. Harry could swear that his sons expression was one of bemusement rather than delight. Apparently, the child reveled in making old ladies make complete fools of themselves. He reminded Harry of Teddy in that regards. Speaking of Teddy, Andromeda and her grandson chose that time to make an appearance. Teddy embraced Harry, but with another ubiquitous peck on the cheek, Andromeda Tonks rushed to join Petunia and Molly in entertaining little James. Harry laughed as Teddy rolled his eyes. Come on Teddy. Im heading out to give Arthur his present. Hes going to need some help from us, though. Dudley had come up to Teddy and was gesturing to the door. Harry gave his cousin a questioning glance. Dudley gave a big smile. I found an old snowmobile. I figured that hed want to tinker with it. You mean I can help? Teddys hair turned a bright pale blue. His excitement brimming. Dudley smiled down at him. Why not? Youre almost eight, arent you? Teddy nodded excitedly. Besides, your alternative is them. Dudley canted his head over to the babbling old women in front of James. For a moment, Teddys hair turned jet black, the returned to its pale blue as he followed Dudley out the door. Harry greeted George and his girlfriend, Verity as they entered the room. They were followed by Percy. Bill, Fleur and Victoire made their appearance, but the little blonde girl was more amused by James than curious as to where Teddy had gotten off to. Finally, Hermione and Ron arrived, tightly intertwined together. They looked as happy as Harry had ever seen them. Silently, he gave a silent hope that they would soon be blessed with a child. They definitely deserved it. A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. He turned and answered the door and was taken aback by the figure in the threshold. *** Dudley, Arthur and Teddy were huddled around the engine of an ancient snowmobile. Dudley was pointing out a fuel line and Teddy was anxiously handing tools to Arthur as he tried to figure out the mystery of the snowmobiles engine. They didnt hear Harrys footsteps as he approached. Arthur? The elder Weasley looked up. You have a visitor. Dudley, Teddy, why dont we give Arthur some privacy. Seeing the figure behind Harry, Dudley quickly grabbed Teddys hand and maneuvered him towards the house. Harry gave a nod to the visitor and walked back after them. Arthur. Kingsley. Arthur was surprised to see the Minister. Theyd not spoken since that day in his office. Have you come to talk me out this? Arthur stood defiantly.

No, in fact, I came here to help you. Arthur was surprised at what Kingsley said. It showed on his face. Im going to resign after the New Year. You were right, Arthur, this job is not for me. Im moving on. I dont know what to say. Arthur gave his old friend a hug. Just one thing Arthur, dont fall into the trap that I did. Dont become a politician. Arthur smiled, relieved that his friend was back. Im sure youll help keep me straight. Arthur gave Kingsley a worried look. What will you do? Will you stay in the government? Taking a page from Arthurs previous speech, Kingsley smiled. No, I dont want to work in the Ministry. I already have a new job. Arthur waited to hear the news. I talked to Professor McGonagell, one of her professors is retiring at the end of this year. Im going to Hogwarts. Im going to be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher next year. Arthur beamed at the news. He reached into a hidden cupboard and pulled out an ancient bottle. Finding two relatively clean glasses, he poured some liquid and handed a cup to Kingsley. You will stay for dinner? Kingsley nodded. Then lets drink to our new jobs and then let me show you how to make a snowman out of coconuts. The two friends laughed and tossed back their drinks.