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Other Worlds	By : OrdinaryMortal Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 15372 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The Halloween Feast was drawing to a close, thank Merlin. Minerva, Poppy and Hagrid had the duty this evening, and no doubt Argus would be on the prowl, desperate to find some brainless child out of commons after curfew.
Poppy had been extremely pleased with the restocking of the infirmary's supplies that afternoon, and had surprised him with a large bar of Honeydukes Extra Smooth by his plate this evening. The evening's Reserves Quidditch trials had ended with three broken bones, and quite a few second and third years were sporting colourful bruises that they seemed inordinately pleased about, judging by the way they seemed to be trying to recreate the accidents with cutlery and bread rolls. There was an unwritten staff policy that points were not handed out at such feasts, but no one had forbidden glares, and the Slytherins in particular were under no illusions at this stage of the term that despite the older years remembering him as a Housemate, behaviour unbefitting of a Slytherin would result in points lost, detentions earned and etiquette books memorised.
Dumbledore, Bones and Flitwick were out, presumably with the rest of the Order, however much was left of it without the Potters and Longbottoms joining in. Pettigrew had cancelled his afternoon classes and begged a headache potion off Snape, and was probably unconscious, given that Snape had given him the strongest one possible just to avoid seeing his little beady eyes at the Feast. He liked the adult even less than he had the teenager, and given the amount of stress he'd caused recently, the less of him he saw, the better. Sirius was going to tear his throat out for him one of these days, and while their Lord was amused by their fighting, he wouldn't tolerate it turning into a blood feud. Hopefully Sirius would be safe tonight.
Merlin, the sooner this was finished the better. There were some greedy sods still eating their third dessert, and the noise level was becoming intolerable -
The reason for the increase in sound became evident as a silver patronus streaked through the room. A silver wolf headed straight for Severus, who paled as he realised whose it was. Minerva gestured swiftly for silence.The jaws opened, and a broken voice wheezed out 'Sev.... Need you...please'
Pandemonium broke out, and Severus whirled round to meet Minerva's shocked gaze. 'Lupin?' she gasped. He nodded. 'Go, go quickly!' she ordered, and stooping to grab the bag by his chair, Severus reached out to the Patronus to read the image of the place of sending. Shit, the Forbidden Forest! He ran straight for the Great Hall, to be stopped briefly by the Slytherin quidditch captain, who wordlessly handed him her broom. He thanked her automatically even as he threw himself on it and Minerva spelled open the Hall and Great Door to speed his way.
Flying into the Forest at night, and on the full moon at that, was one of the most dangerous things one could do, and he realised as he passed the tree line that he hadn't shared where he was going with Minerva. Just outside the shimmering wards he saw a dying glow of silver light and hurtled towards it, praying he wouldn't be too late. He should have known his territory would call too strongly to him without a pack mate present...
He leapt off the broom before it had even stopped and ran, cursing as he saw the black blood in the moonlight and the silver chains lying across the broken body of the werewolf. He threw a vanishing spell at them, and the faint groan of slight relief from torment was the first inkling that Remus was even still alive. Severus slid to his knees, skidding across the last foot of blood soaked forest floor, and threw up a floating Lumos in order to see the main damage.
Clearly the assailant had used multiple cutting curses, but whether thrown at the wolf or at the man he had no idea. Feverishly he worked to stop the bleeding on the visible cuts, casting spell after spell wandlessly as he rummaged through the potions in the medikit he had expected to be using on Death Eaters tonight. He spelled the strongest blood replenisher straight into Remus' stomach, with dreamless sleep following straight after to prevent the wolf from moving in reaction to the beginning of the healing process and biting or scratching him.
He muttered a quick diagnostic scan and angrily cursed to himself at how low Remus' magical core was. Clearly he had been tortured before shifting, as the shift and the patronus had virtually drained him. He didn't have time to rest and regain his natural levels -if he wasn't to die from the shift back, let alone his body trying to heal, then he needed his core replenishing externally. There was no other option. Grimly Severus reached out and placed both hands over Remus' core and willed his own magic into the Were's body, pulling on his own core and dumping it straight into the wolf's, praying that the sudden input didn't send the overtaxed body into shock.
After he had given as much as he safely could, and still have enough energy to Apparate them both, he placed Remus under a stasis spell, rose, and scanned the clearing. He fairly quickly found the silver knife, a standard Potions one sold at any apocathery, but could not risk the magic needed to run a tracing spell on it, so looked for something he could transfigure into a bag. Which was when he saw the paisley scarf hooked onto a bramble bush.
The scarf Pettigrew had been wearing in the dungeon earlier.
Apparition would have to wait. He threw the last of his magic into his patronus to Mycroft, gasping 'Get the Potters. Lupin tortured', before collapsing next to the battered body of the wolf. All he could do now was wait, and try to keep them both alive until rescued.
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Quiet clinks of cutlery were the only noises in the dining room of the Trewissick house, neither Sherrinford or Mycroft feeling the need to chat idly while eating. The main business of the day was completed: Regulus was on the first leg of his secretive journey out of the country, and the route had been secured for the Potters' journey for two days time. The Longbottoms' had hit an unexpected snag; Turkey was reluctant to issue international port keys again so soon after Regulus' journey, and Morocco was of course being geared up for the Potters' transit. It looked like they were going to have to use the Iceland /Greenland/Canada route, which was the least desired option due to the additional time it took. Unfortunately the other options would involve intergovernmental favours being given, rather than called in, which would necessitate the Minister's office giving the authorisation. The last thing Mycroft wanted was for there to be such a paper trail.
No sooner had he thought that, than the Floo flared into life. A panicked voice called out 'Senior Holmes, come through quickly; the Minister's home has been hit.'
Both men stood quickly. 'Get back home as quickly as you can, and notify the others. I'll contact you as soon as I can.' With that, Mycroft quickly stepped through the Floo into his office and strode to the briefing room. The first face he saw was Sirius Black, standing over maps with Three, his usual strike team. Four and Seven were also there, Five and Six were stood down, and One and Two... Shit.
'Ok, Alpha's report', he ordered.
Black, the senior Alpha Unspeakable in the room, stepped forward. 'Sir, we had a patronus from Beta One, saying that they had been led into an ambush while escorting the Minister home. By the time we apparated to the co-ordinates, the Minister, Beta One and the two other Unspeakables were dead, their throats torn out and the Dark Mark in the air. Alpha One was missing. I left Beta Three in charge and took Tweedle with me to the McKinnon residence. The Dark Mark was above the building. All of Two's members were down, killing curse used on all four as well as on Mrs McKinnon, Marlene McKinnon, the two boys and three house elves. The Minister's study had been ransacked, and two portraits had an acid curse thrown at them, destroying the image. The curses fired at the children had Alpha One's magical signature, those on the two women are not listed as Ministry registered. The press were in attendance at the house upon departure; I briefed the responding Auror leader who took control of the scene, and they are managing the press.'
Alpha Seven stepped forward. 'Eight reports that the Order has attacked Rosier Place to retrieve the Prewett brothers. Both men were found dead on site. Yaxley, Nott, Dolohov, Karkaroff and Malfoy were taken into custody at the scene by the accompanying Aurors. Rosier and Wilkes were killed in the fight, as was Benjy Fenwick, an Order member; two Aurors hospitalised. Eight will remain on site to prevent the Order from removing artifacts, and Aurors will be escorting them to the Ministry for debriefing and wand examination shortly.'
Mycroft nodded sharply. 'Well, we all know how we feel about amateur involvement. I am placing a Stun On Sight order on Rookwood and Greyback, which is to be sent to the Head Auror immediately. I want eyes on the LeStranges, Dolohov, Pettigrew and Travers. I want all identified Order Members and all suspected Death Eaters not currently in Auror custody under observation. All Order members participating in tonight's action, I don't care if it's Dumbledore himself or the Auror members, are to be held at the Ministry until...' He broke off as a silver doe streaked through the ceiling down towards him. In the silence, Severus' gasped pleas were painfully loud, and Sirius looked in terror towards him.
'Three, you're with me. Seven, apparate to those coordinates and get Severus Snape and the werewolf to safe house Arthur. Ward the scene, and get St Mungo's to send Bardwell out for the wolf. I don't care who else got bitten by Greyback's pack, Lupin is top priority.' The five men stepped into the Floo, and Sirius called out in a voice that barely wavered 'Potter Residence, Godric's Hollow, as the green flames soared to send them through.
The body of James Potter lay by the open front door as they stepped out of the Floo and fanned out. Sirius reached out and wordlessly took the wand out of the still warm hand of his best friend and holstered it, before motioning to Mycroft to follow him up the stairs. They could hear Harry crying, and over that a male voice muttering something, but they could not make out the words. As they crept soundlessly up the small staircase the voice cried out 'Avada Kedavra!', and there was a huge explosion.
'No! roared Sirius, and the grief-struck Black charged up the rest of the stairs and into the nursery. When Mycroft entered the room a mere second later, Black was holding a squalling Harry in his arms and weeping with the toddler. Lily Potter lay dead on the floor, alone, next to two wands. The wall and ceiling behind Harry's cot were completely destroyed, rubble littering the little room.
Of the attacker there was no sign.
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In the main guest room of the Trewissick house, Severus Snape lay in one of the quickly transfigured twin beds, while Remus, in wolf form, was on the other, both spelled into comas as the only way they had of dealing with their pain levels. Sirius Black lay in animagus form between the beds, in front of the cot he'd personally conjured for Harry; refusing anyone but the Healers to come near what was left of his pack, and growling viciously at anyone else near the door.
Mycroft had returned to the Ministry to coordinate activities and review evidence. Tests on what Ollivander confirmed was Voldemort's wand revealed the last three curses it had performed were the Killing Curse. Two of those, obviously, were accounted for, and the healer who had briefly checked over Harry was adamant that the curse wound on his forehead contained spell residue from the curse having hit him.
As to where Voldemort himself was, no one could tell. The wards had fallen at several suspect locations at around the same time as he had disappeared, which had the Deputy Minister adamant that he must be dead, but to the Department of Mysteries, no suspect was dead until their body had been reduced to ashes in front of a credible witness. And quite apart from their only witness being fifteen months old, there were no ashes at the scene. More tellingly, the Goblins would say nothing other than that the Riddle/Voldemort vault had been sealed according to prior instruction.
The retrieved memory was being studied for details by Four, while Five went over the partially destroyed building. Obliviators and Aurors worked the neighbourhood while the remainder of Three warded the building from muggle eyes. Aurors were responding to bystander reports and panicked family members, picking up unconscious yet screaming Death Eaters all over the country as their Marks appeared to punish them for the loss of their leader. Satisfyingly, one of the first brought in was Rookwood. He had been placed in solitary, and Mycroft was looking forward immensely to questioning him.
Pettigrew was gone. Even a screaming rat would garner no notice in the wilderness, and Mycroft was quite convinced that he was already out of the country in some safe house. While he was hopeful the LeStranges would be brought in while the curse was active, the wards were still impassable around the estate. At Malfoy Manor, Lady Malfoy herself had courteously spoken with the Auror sent to inform her of her husband's being held in custody, and while he was screaming his throat raw she was calm and composed.
The press had been having a field day since the early evening attack on the McKinnons and the subsequent night of chaos. New editions were being printed near hourly, and the news of the Potters' deaths, having missed the last edition, would certainly be in the next. People were streaming into the Ministry, unable to sleep, wanting to be on the scene for latest developments. Even Frank and Alice Longbottom had stopped by before heading to their desks, although hopefully they wouldn't be so foolish as to go out on patrol. People with clearance had brought their families into the offices; more had filled the Ministry cafeteria while still more stood in vigil in Diagon Alley, where the newspapers were being handed out hand over fist. It was perfect conditions, in fact, for Voldemort and his remaining minions to turn up and cause mass destruction, and trying to contain the chaos was exhausting.
The Order had had to be released, of course. Cell space was at a premium, with every available holding cell and interview room being pressed into service. A group of vigilantes regarded as heroes by the wider public were just taking up valuable space and Auror time, and while they would all certainly be receiving visits from the Ministry to rebuke them for their actions, there was no point in trying to make a case of it now. Mycroft had had numerous reports that Dumbledore was holding court in the Atrium, calling for calm but basking in the praise of those who assumed he had played a huge part in bringing down the Death Eaters. He didn't really care; deflecting attention away from the Department was always a priority, and if Dumbledore and his Order wanted medals and editorials dripping with praise then Mycroft would personally ensure medals and editorials were handed out.
Millicent Bagnold had been advised of her promotion to the Ministry and was being briefed by Mycroft's superior. Plans for the McKinnons' funeral were being drawn up. Mycroft himself had just Flooed his counterparts in each of the Magical Commonwealth countries and notified the Muggle Prime Minister's office. Bernard would liaise with his own counterpart there to arrange for the PM's attendance at the funeral, should he want to attend; some did, some didn't. The Queen's owl had already been received; her Liaison Officer had been in situ a long time and was on the ball. It would, of course, be too risky for her to attend the funeral with Death Eaters potentially still at large, but her message of sympathy would be printed in all the Wizarding press along with lurid coverage of tonight's events.
His private secretary bustled in with more reports from people who were probably quite unaware that his Department saw them. Behind him, thank Merlin, the clever man was floating cups of tea and a plate of the good biscuits.
The door was spelled firmly shut behind him.
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