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Chapter 10

Rain pelted
down furiously in the dark stone dotted graveyard in Colchester when two
bodies, one dressed in black the other in white, seemly dropped out of thin air
onto the ground.

�MASTER!�
Harry heard her, but she seemed far away. He looked around with blurry eyes
unable to understand how they got where they where when he was trying to take
them to the flat. Suddenly a coughing fit overtook him, which had him spitting
blood onto the inside of his mask, which Hedwig removed after only a few
moments and he spewed the contents of his stomach and blood on the ground.

With his
eyes shut tight he tried to take account of his injuries. He was pretty sure he
had fractured or broken most of his ribs, He didn�t expect the Death Eater to
banish the grenade back at him, fortunately, he managed to throw it back before
it went off, just not before he could get to sufficient cover of his own. He
had taken quite of few hexes and curses jumping through shadows but thankfully
most where simply grazes. The worst ones he had taken where the buldgners and
piercing hexes from the fighters on the first floor, really, they where the
cream of the defenders, and showed it to him. His right arm was almost
completely useless at the moment. One of the defenders caught him unaware and
vanished the bones in that arm. Having had it happen to him before he was not
looking forward to the long night of regrowing them. He was thankful his hide
was as damage resistant as it was now, it could have been a whole lot worse. Stupid
Gryffindor thinking.

He opened
his eyes, pain swirled through his mind as the nausea passed. Harry�s unfocused
vision looked about them seeing through the shadows as if it were daylight
realizing they were in a graveyard somewhere. A bolt of lighting exploded above
them counter pointed by the echoing thunder that followed. Harry was facing the
tombstone in front of him and couldn�t fight the tears that started trekking
down his face.

�I�m so
sorry. Not�I�m not�strong enough. Not even now, I�m not strong enough to do
this without you.� Harry reached forward and rested the palm of his clawed hand
over the face of the stone before him. He was vaguely aware of Hedwig
supporting him at his side.

�No choice.
Please understand� I don�t have a choice now. I don�t deserve it, I know I
don�t, but please forgive me for what I am going to do� for what I did to you.
It�s the only way now. If you can�just�give me enough time to finish it�� His
voice was almost as broken as his body.

�Master?�
Her voice was uncertain, he could understand that.

�We need to
go� it will take a while to get back to London from here. The Ritual will take
a few weeks to prepare�� With a force of will he didn�t have Harry pulled his
eyes from the headstone before him allowing Hedwig to pull him up.

�But, Master
you said it could kill you. You said you didn�t think you had the power to do
it, and that was before today. I am worried for you.� Her voice was soothing,
calm, and Harry needed that as she half carried him away.

For his
part, his voice was firming up. The shock of the battle, the exhaustion, and
escape had passed; he was getting his third or fourth wind. She was not
the only one who could obsess obscenely about something. �It�s the only way.
Even if�she�herself comes for me afterward as is her right. It�s the
only way.�

In a
slightly confused voice Hedwig replied, �But Master, couldn�t you just take the
power you needed from your prey like you did before? It was working well until
now.�

Harry nodded
at her reasoning. Spellcraft and magic where not her forte�s but she had
learned a bit from being around him while he rebuilt his core. �No. If I keep
this up the degeneration of my body will be too much and I will be lost to it.
I will be nothing more than Voldemort himself in the end. I have pushed it
farther than I should have already. I wont turn my self into him, even if I
have to use his methods.

I told you
before this might happen. It was already happening when I was released from
Azkaban, just a lot slower. This body is of flesh, it can hold the magic core
of a wizard since it was born with it, but expanding on it like I have been,
it�s too much. That is what is causing the physical changes. If I keep doing it
I will start undergoing mental changes, I will stop being who I am, and
become�something else. Voldemort�s body is a prime example of a body made of
magic, not real flesh. I keep pushing the line like this and I will be just
like him. My body will no longer be human, my mind will no longer be my own,
who and what I am will be lost. I wont do that�I cant do that. I have had to
change too much already.

So, that
means the Ritual. Either it will consume me and it will no longer matter, or I
will succeed and the war will end. In either case, Harry Potter dies. I can�t
fight fate. At least this way I have a shot at Vengeance.�

Hedwig
turned around to look at the stone her Master knelt and spoke to. Another flash
of Lighting illuminated the writing she recognized. His bloody palm print
slowly running down the marble surface from the rain.

Hermione Jean Granger 1979-1996.

Beloved Daughter, Best Friend,

A selfless person who passed on as
she lived,

Helping others and doing the right
thing.

May you find Peace

Your world denied you.

She turned
back to the stern face of her Master, her Wizard, lover, and Bond-Mate. She did
not like his plan. She didn�t want him to do it. Hedwig had a bad feeling about
what her Master wanted to do. However, she would not stop him either. �Of
course Master�� Her quite words where swept away by the booming thunder rolling
through the black night around them.

xxxxxx

�� Luna was standing
on a sidewalk in a nice little muggle neighborhood. Susan stood to her right
and Hannah to her left. They found themselves standing here because after their
long searching they were pretty sure this is where their quarry was in hiding.
Across from them was a nice two-story home.

�� All of the houses looked the same though on this street.
Unlike most wizarding homes there was not a lot of difference in these homes
other than how they decorated their yards. It was quite sad, she thought, but
it also made a good place to hide since everything looked the same.

�� Are you sure this is the right house Luna? It looks just
like all the other muggle houses around here.� Susan asked.

�� Luna nodded. Luna did not reply right away however, she
was momentary lost to her own thoughts. She was puzzling over Harry�s problem
with Susan. They had had only one real conversation about her before he tasked
her to keep an eye on Susan. She had noticed that Harry would not look at
Susan, or if he did he would quickly look away. She recalled quite well what he
had said when she had asked him about it one night. Like most of their
conversations it took place late at night while they were people watching from
the balcony as the patrons of Club Three wandered out of the door and left into
the night.

�I don�t know really. I get these�feelings
sometimes that I have done something before but I haven�t. When I was in
Azkaban I would see things� Things that never happened but they felt like they
had. I thought I was going mad, I even might have, and it would not surprise me
if I were mental in some way or another. When it comes to Susan, well, we share
a similar theme to our past. Both of us had our entire families killed by Death
Eaters.

Jason Wells led a team that killed Susan�s Dad.
He�s the only one still alive. Greggory Tryna and his crew of Death Eaters
sealed Susan�s grandparents in their own house and set it on fire to kill them.
Those happened during the first war. Martin Breach led the team that killed
Amelia this summer. I got that last bit strait from Dolohov when I was working
him over. It was also when I found out Snape was the one who sold out her
hidden location.

Here�s the kicker, when I heard the first two
names it triggered something. Like a memory but not a memory. It was of Susan
and me. We were dressed in our Head of House robes but I don�t know where we
were. We were talking about our families and she brought up the trials and
convictions of those two. I couldn�t shake it after it happened and when I
questioned Dolohov I got confirmation. I don�t remember this ever taking place
in real life, it�s just in my head, but the details were confirmed from Dolohov
while I was�working that contract.

�� Sometimes�sometimes when I look at Susan I get flashes,
images of things that had never happened. We�ve never been intimate, but I know
what she looks like when she orgasms, her face scrunches and she bares her
teeth. It�s�almost feral, and very erotic. I can describe parts of her body
only she knows. I know some of her secrets that I don�t think she has told
anyone. I don�t know how I know, I don�t know why I know, I just do.

�� However, the Susan that lives in this flat, she is also
not the same Susan from my memories. I can�t describe it, they are just not.
It�really unnerves me��

�� Luna shook off her reverie turning to Susan. �Yes, this is
the correct house. All of our research led us here.�

�� Hannah looked around noticing they where attracting a bit
of notice from the muggles. She was not very comfortable with it. She wasn�t
sure if it had anything to do with these beige outfits the three of them where
wearing at Luna�s insistence or if they somehow could sense they where not
muggles. At least the hats kept the bright sun out of their eyes and the fabric
breathed. Luna had the most experience with being around Muggles so they
detoured to her wisdom in these outfits. Besides, Luna had said that you could
not go hunting without the right hunting clothes. �Maybe we should knock and
get inside. The muggles are watching us.�

�� Luna looked around taking in the people sending glance
their way from their lawns or various pursuits and shrugged not bothered.
�Muggles are curious people. I would not pay much attention to them Hannah. It
is just their way.�

�� Susan looked around as well a bit nervously. �I don�t
like what Harry is doing but I really wish he had not chucked us out. I would
feel a bit better if we had the squib guards we had the last few times we were
out.� Hannah nodded.

�� Luna shrugged again. �He told us his reasons. It was only
a matter of time; our arrangement would not have kept for much longer any ways.
I am thankful that we had managed to locate the house before it happened.�

�� Do you think they will let us stay here Luna?� Hannah
asked. �I don�t fancy taking rooms at the muggle inn we stayed at last night.�

�� I don�t know. I hope so, it will make what we are going
to do easier.�

�� Hannah looked to Luna. �Do you know why Harry asked us to
leave Luna? I know he told us it was for our safety but it felt like there was
more to it than that.� Hannah darted a look at Susan but neither of them caught
it.

�� Yes. Remember what I said before, If we are successful,
we can save Harry from the path he is on. If we fail, all we can do is go into
hiding and hope the war won�t find us. I helped Harry translate some of the
rituals from the book he has been using on the art of Shadow Magics. The things
he had you to get for him are all needed for one of them. It is a very powerful
ritual, very dark, and will either kill him or he will succeed. Truly, our
fates are decided here. Like Harry, we too have but two options ahead.

�� Harry asked up to leave because even if he is successful
he will be unable to protect us anymore. He plans to completely commit to the
war after the ritual. He gave to us a great deal of Muggle money to aid us in
our escape. He did not want us caught in the middle. I will understand if
either of you do not wish to undertake this part.�

�� No, I didn�t say that. I said I was going to help, and I
am.� Hannah stated. After a moment Susan nodded as well.

�� Luna took a few steps forward and raised her small fist
and knocked on the door. She waited for a few moments until an older man opened
it. The resemblance was uncanny. She heard Susan gasp behind her.

�� Luna smiled at the surprised and confused look on the
mans face. �Hello Mr. Granger. My name is Luna Lovegood. This is Susan Bones
and Hannah Abbot. We use to go to school with your daughter. Is Hermione home?
We need to talk to her about Harry.� Luna didn�t think she could have surprised
him more if she had asked to see the Queen of England judging by the look on
his face.

xxxxxx

�� Two figures stood silently facing each other in the dark
night. A great many stories below them the muggles walked about but up here
shadowed on the balcony of the great clock tower none of them noticed.
Shacklebolt stood tensely waiting as the figure before him read through the
file reports on the battle he waged last week, as well as the coming assault
due to take place the next evening.

�� Cloud had managed to take out over twenty Death Eaters in
that battle. After Jarrod and he left to get the back up crew they had
investigated the area and found a pile of bodies that could only be the missing
patrol that was meant to watch the outer boundaries of the manor. All of them
where riddled with holes. The only evidence to their attacker was a single
white owl feather found close to the corpses. The scary part was that they had
found a similar feather behind their place of concealment. The Unspeakables
stated both came from the same owl. It was�disconcerting to say the least.

�� Inside the manor they had found what they had expected, a
bloody war zone and stockpiles of potions and potions ingredients. It was a
massive blow to the enemy to lose that much stock, and certainly was a boon to
the Ministry. Various departments were already processing the confiscated
goods. St. Mungo�s had received quite the share of the booty as well, with the
rest of the lion�s share going to the Auror corps once the brewers where done
with them. Kingsley could only imagine how pissed the Dark Lord was at losing
such a storehouse, not to mention able-bodied minions. It was a great victory
for their side, and with Cloud not caring who got the credit; the Ministry was
gaining favor from the populous, which helped in all manner of ways. So far,
Voldemort had not struck back, other than a few muggle raids.

�� Kinsley had even got information on the Firearm that
Cloud had left behind. Apparently it was in use by the muggle militaries and
was not available on the open market. The Unspeakeable who informed him about
it stated it was �Incredibly powerful, insanely deadly, and dangerous. The
killing curse was more human than that muggle weapon.� Having seen the corpses
Cloud used it on he had to agree. He was thankful that the enemy did not use such
things. He had returned said weapon to Cloud at this meeting since it was the
first he had seen of him after the fight. As far as Kingsley was concerned,
whatever worked for him and kept them winning.

�� The head Auror waited patiently, not something he liked
doing but knew how, while Cloud read out the report and overview of the next
assignment.

�� I need more time before I take on this one. Week,
maybe.� Came from the Assassin�s gravely voice.

�� I can understand that if you are still injured. However,
we don�t know if that will be the same target next time. Depending on the
enemies movements we might have to shift focus if we wait a week.� Came
Kinsley�s reply. Cloud just nodded.

�� That�s fine.�

�� This white dressed companion spoke for the first time
startling him. Her voice was soft and hinted to beauty under the cold-mirrored
facemask. She had never spoken around him before. �If you had let them assist
you, Master, you would not need more time.�

�� Cloud growled a hiss of warning as his face turned a bit
to her while she lazily leaned up against the stonewall. �Ishtar��

�� Not seemingly fussed by his tone she shrugged a delicate
shoulder turning to look back down to the muggles below. �The young one wanted
to help, I still say you should have let him.�

�� The ward would not have let them enter the house until I
disabled the source.� He argued.

�� Still not seeming fussed she replied casually. �Of course
Master.�

�� Kinsley blinked a few times. �Err, I take it you knew
where we were watching then?�

�� Cloud nodded again. �Of course.�

�� Kingsley nodded his head as well. That made sense he
supposed. At least he wasn�t pissed about it. While Cloud was still going over
the reports his mind drifted to leak within their department. The Unspeakables
agreed with him that there had to be one. Since he knew it was neither him nor
Jarrod because both were put under truth potion he had gone through the active
Ministry persons who where in the know. The conclusion was not something he
liked but it was the only one to develop from the short investigation. He had
been internally debating whether or not to mention the leak to Cloud, afraid of
what he might do. Tonks message when he was hired gave arguments to both
telling him, and not. However, the one thing he really did not want to do was
alienate the Assassin. He was the most powerful asset they had in play right
now, better than Dumbledore in some ways. Like a lot of the people in his
department, he had a family he was trying to protect.

�� In the end as Cloud was closing the folder he decided to
gamble and say something. �Cloud�I am sure you have came to the same conclusion
we have, there was a leak about the last mission. It was a trap.�

�� The blank mask raised up to face him fully. �You think
Shack?� His voice was loaded with sarcasm but it was Cloud calling him Shack
that really surprised him.

�� Deciding to throw a bit more out there feeling a bit
encouraged by the take on his name which his friends normally called him, he
went for broke.

�� Jarrod was the rookie with me that night. We did not
betray you. Both of us were tested with Veritaserum that night. We�I believe
the leak is someone with access to both the Auror corps, Ministry, and the
Order.�

�� Cloud simply stood there facing him. Kingsley found it a
bit unnerving personally, without a face to read there was no telling what was
going on behind that mirrored finish. After a bit of time he spoke. �Why tell
me?�

�� I am scared. I don�t like you, I don�t like your methods
and I definitely don�t like how easily you kill and it doesn�t seem to bother
you. But, went I go home at night knowing there are twenty less Death Eaters,
twenty Death Eaters who can�t come back, I sleep better. I can look at
my wife and tell her we are doing our best, and I don�t feel like I am lying to
her. I can hope my daughter will see her first year at Hogwarts, and its real
hope for once.

�� Look, you know I am part of Dumbledores Order; I joined
so I could make a difference in the war because the Ministry wasn�t doing
anything to turn the tide. But it was the same thing, the same do nothing but
damage control, if not just a bit quicker and less funded. I just want my
family to survive this bloody thing. Right now, you�re our best resource.
You�re making a difference. I am telling you because I don�t want to go back to
losing. I don�t know who you are, to be honest I don�t want to know, but
somewhere inside there you must know what I am talking about. Like I said, I
don�t like how you do things, mostly because I cant bring myself to do them. Inside,
I know its wrong, but I can�t deny your way makes a difference.�

�� The smaller dark cloaked man stood there after he
finished talking, facing him, saying nothing for several moments. �You
understand I am not going to sit on this don�t you? Someone is going to die.
Whoever it is, needs to die. Sooner the better.�

�� The Auror nodded his dark head. �I don�t like it, but I
like the idea of Voldemort taking over a lot less. What are you going to do?�

�� He was silent for a few more moments before he spoke. �Find
the traitor and give um what they deserve��

�� Clouds words sent a chill down his back and into his
bones. He seriously hoped no one would be hurt in the backlash of this
conversation but had no doubts that Cloud would carry out his promise. An image
of Dolohov�s body strapped to a table came to his mind and he shuttered. He
really really hoped the traitor was not who he though it was. He did not want
to find her body like they had found Dolohov�s.

xxxxxx

�� It had been another long day at work. She had just walked
through the door to her flat when she noticed a table sitting in the middle of
her living room. She didn�t own a table like that, much less one that sat
there. At the same time she felt a chill run down her spine. She turned around
only to find a dark man behind her. Before she could scream or go for her wand,
she felt a metallic hand grasp her by the throat and squeeze tightly. His
gravely voice spoke behind the mirrored mask she never liked to think about.

�� We need to talk Tonks.�

Authors Note:

Impenetrabilis Propugnaculum: Translates as
Indestructible Fortress I think. I forgot where I got the reference from. Just
a heads up as I did not point it out in the last chapter.
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