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The Chaos Factor	By : BlackRoseDuelist Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1571 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Utena the Black Rose: Does anyone else ever have the problem where things sound great in your head, but you write it out and it sounds like crap? Bah. Anything you recognize is the property of their respective creators�everything else is mine.
~*~*Chapter 2*~*~

Hello Angels,

It has been several years since we last were in touch. I hear you are going to be in town for an indeterminate length of time. Perhaps we should meet to discuss old times and new ventures. I believe you will find it worth your while to assist me in my current endeavor. I would enjoy facing my upcoming challenges with the favors of such lovely damsels as you. I will have our usual table reserved for lunch this Friday. Don�t be late; I have a teatime appointment with one of Mom�s relatives to discuss a series of unexplained phenomenon that recently occurred in his inner sanctum. I look forward to seeing you.

In friendship,

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry

�I don�t like it.� Juline sat behind her large desk in the study, regarding her sisters and best friend.

�You never like it, when Uncle Albus asks for a favor.� Emily, the older of the two blonds, stated matter-o-factly. At 5 feet 8 inches tall and rather curvy, she was Juline�s junior by three years. Her hair was a soft blond, very curly and cropped to just below her chin.
�She doesn�t like it because we always end up owing him another favor,� replied Rini, Juline�s youngest sister. She was also the tallest of the group standing at 5 feet 10 inches with a slender, willowy build. Her long blonde hair was wildly streaked with purple.
�Although I don�t think you mind it as much as you claim to.�

Juline sighed, for this was undoubtedly true. There was something about Albus Dumbledore that made it hard to dislike him. Even if his requests came at the most inconvenient times, they had never been denied or unsuccessfully completed.

Emily and Rini had been very young when they had been introduced to the elderly wizard. His fondness of sweets had endeared him to the eight and five year olds, and they still called him �Uncle.� Juline and Chris, having been slightly older when they first met, were really very fond of him, but that never stopped them from giving him a piece of their minds when they thought he needed to be brought down a peg or two.
�Well we know the old man�s desperate if he�s calling 'us �angels.� Whose bright idea was it to send him those �Charlie�s Angels� DVDs?� Commented Chris as she reclined in her overstuffed arm chair, legs dangling over the side. �Anyways, if he is calling in a favor, you three can handle this one. I�ve still got some projects to work on.� With that, she swung her legs around and stood. Exiting the room, she called over her shoulder, �Try to leave some survivors this time.�

Juline made a face at her friend�s retreating form. �And you try not to blow anything up!� She yelled. Flicking her right hand, she conjured a crystal sphere and began twirling and weaving it between her hands. It was an odd habit, and she�d never encountered another with the ability. She found it helped her concentrate to make the crystals dance through her fingers� though they did have other uses.

Relaxing as she continued to toy with the ball, Juline came to the conclusion that whatever Dumbledore wanted it was probably best if she went to speak with him alone. The other two would cave too easily and probably come back on a major sugar high. And if there was one thing for certain in this world, it was that sugar and teenage witches don�t mix.
�Must you do that?� Emily asked, pulling her short, curly hair into a ponytail.
�Yes,� Juline smirked. �I must. It�s fun and it took me three years to learn how to do it with out dropping them all over the place!�
�Can we get on with this?� Rini asked, interrupting the beginnings of another pointless argument. Juline tossed the crystal high in the air and caught it in her left hand.
�I�ve already decided. I�m going by myself, so no whining.�
�Good.� Emily and Rini said.
�What?�
�Well, it�d be nice to see Uncle Albus and all, but I don�t feel like going to Great Britain.� Rini shrugged. �However�� she began, her eyes taking on a psychotic gleam that could only mean one thing. ��You�d better bring me back some chocolate frogs or you will suffer a slow and painful death.� She leaned over Juline till her face inches away.

Juline pushed her back with her only free hand. �Get away from me, psycho!� She shrieked. Rini laughed as she staggered back.
�Just remember, I know what you did last summer!� She cackled as she left the study.

�Well, I still know what you did last summer!� Juline yelled after her.
�I will always know what you did two summers ago,� came the distant reply. Juline couldn�t help laughing.
Emily rolled her eyes. �And you�re supposed to be the oldest,� she said as she too stood and made her way to the study door.
�My sense of humor saves what little sanity I have left.�

Emily smirked, �You were sane at one point?� She quickly closed the door behind her just in time to avoid the crystal ball her sister flung at her. It shattered against the heavy oak door as the remaining occupant of the study began sifting through paperwork.

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Friday began pleasantly enough. Juline received an owl confirming that the shipment of cauldrons she�d been eyeing had been intercepted. Now all that was needed was a safe place to store them until they could be unloaded. Business as usual. Chris was off on one of her little projects. Emily was in her workroom, tinkering with the latest Nimbus model and Rini was out in the yard tending to her pets (Juline privately thought that if she adopted any more animals, they�d be able to open the first magical creatures zoo). Yes, just another day in Ohio. That was until she remembered the little meeting she had. Muttering curses that would make a sailor blush, Juline stalked down the long hall on the second floor to a doorway and walked through.
Muggle London bustled around her as she stepped out of the alley door. Blending in was easy in her gray hooded sweatshirt and black jogging pants. Unlike most of the wizarding world, American wizards had little trouble fitting in with muggles and didn�t have quite as many issues with �mudbloods,� since the majority of the American wizards and witches were muggle-born nowadays. As for the purebloods, well there weren�t very many left and even fewer in the United States.
Crossing the street in front of the Leaky Cauldron, Juline continued on for about two blocks. She ignored, for the most part, the sights of London. She�d seen it before and if there were anything particularly interesting, she�d see it on her way back. Turning left brought her to small district of funny little shops and teahouses, both magical and muggle. She stopped as she reached the familiar building of the Lunatic Café. It was a small café, tucked back in the farthest corner of the little district and was owned and run by werewolves. Werewolves also made up most of its� cliental, except for a few brave (or stupid, depending on one�s point of view) souls, who dined there just to say that they had.
Juline was immediately escorted to a table in the very back. Waiting for her was quite possibly one of the most powerful and influential wizards in the entire world. Had this been her first time meeting with him, she might have been in awe that such an unassuming man could literally crackle with power. The first time she had met Albus Dumbledore, she had wondered why no one trembled at the sight of his power; wrapped around him like a mantle and shining so brightly it hurt to look upon him. That was before she realized that no one, even her own sisters, could see the magical auras present around objects and people. They knew he was powerful through his works, but not by simply looking at him. Juline smiled, it was good that she�d learned to control that particular ability otherwise she�d need sunglasses to meet his gaze as he stood to greet her.
�My dear child, you look more beautiful every time we meet,� Albus Dumbledore said, warmly. �Please sit, I was just about to order.� He seated himself and gave Juline an appraising look as she opened her menu and browsed the selection. The waiter took their orders and brought drinks. Albus casually sipped his ice tea as he watched Juline accept the glass of Coke and shot of firewhisky she�d ordered.
�A little early in the day for that, isn�t it?�
Juline shrugged. �Something tells me I�m going to want it when we�re through here. I�m just preparing ahead of time. All right, Dumbledore. I�m here, let�s get down to it. What�s so important that you�d mention MoM in one of your owls? (A/N: MoM a.k.a Ministry of Magic)�
�I�m afraid Voldemort has returned, Juline.� Dumbledore began, his voice taking on a grave tone as he told her the events of the past four years. He told her of the Triwizard Tournament and it�s grisly end. And he spoke with great affection and pride of Harry Potter, �The-Boy-Who-Lived.� By the time he finished, Juline wore a grim expression.

�I had no idea it was that bad, Albus. There�s been nothing in the papers back in the States about any of this. Absolutely nothing.� She rubbed her forehead in a distracted manner. �That poor kid,� she added softly as she downed her shot. She winced as it burned its way down her throat.
Dumbledore sighed, �It is as I feared then. Not only is Fudge controlling the wizarding news in this country but also what goes out to the others. He was not very�receptive to the news of Voldemort�s return.�

Juline snorted, �I can�t say that I�m very receptive to the fact that ol� Moldyfort is back, but I figured it�d happen sooner or later. Son of a bitch.�
The waiter came at that moment, interrupting their discussion with their lunch. This gave Juline a moment to collect her thoughts. �While all that is very good to know, I get the feeling that�s not the real reason you asked for a meeting. How do �we� fit into all this?�
Albus smiled, his blue eyes twinkling. �You do have a way of getting right to the point. Remember the colleague of mine that predicted Voldemort�s return? She also stated that he would return greater and more terrible than ever before. It is my belief that he will attempt to attack Hogwarts this time. Hogwarts is very old, Juline; some of it�s magic is beginning to wear away. I feel it almost daily now. If the school is attacked,� he paused and shook his head slowly, �I�m not sure if it would be able survive.�
�And this is a major problem since that shmuck will attack when the students are there.� Juline propped her chin on her fist and bit her lip as she thought. �Why not just close the school?�
�Hogwarts must remain open.�
Juline studied his face, �you�ve got an way to stop him, don�t you?� She observed, shrewdly.
�No. I�m afraid there are some things that even I cannot prevent. He will come and all we can do is try to be prepared. There maybe a way, however, to aid in the defense of Hogwarts. It is mentioned in very briefly in old documents in my office that the Founders of Hogwarts built a weapon for defense of the school in dark times. All I�ve been able to find for certain is that it�s hidden somewhere in the school itself. I��
�You want us to find it�s hiding place,� Juline finished as she leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms.
�Exactly.�
�What�s in this for us, Dumbledore?� Juline asked with a calculating gleam in her gray-green eyes. She knew if he really had to, he�d use blackmail. That however was usually a last resort. Besides it�d be fun to see what he was willing to offer.
He frowned disapprovingly at her. �You should be aiding us out of love for world peace,� he said as he peered at her over the top of his half-moon spectacles.
Juline shrugged, non-fazed. �I should do a lot of things out of love for world peace. If you come up with something worth my time, owl me.� Leaving her lunch untouched, she rose and made to leave. He had called her out here he could foot the bill. As she walked from the table, Dumbledore called to her.
�It�s a shame you won�t come to Hogwarts, I was looking forward to introducing you to Severus.�
�And he is?�
�He is the school�s Potions� Master, quite possibly one of the finest in all of Great Britain.�
Juline froze in her tracks and turned slowly to face the elderly wizard again. �Potions��Master�� her voice shaking like a drunk who�d just been promised a whole bottle of his favorite booze. Albus hid a smile of triumph and motioned the young woman to sit back down.
She glowered at him as she slid back into her chair. �Bastard, using a person�s obsession against them! That�s my job, damn it!� Juline thought heatedly as she briefly contemplated blasting the whole building with the Dragon Slave. �Just so you know, right now I hate you.�
If it was possible, Dumbledore looked even more pleased with himself. �Noted. Now let�s enjoy this wonderful lunch and discuss the arrangements.�

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Utena the Black Rose: Hmm�I wonder what arrangements are being made? Why is Juline obsessed with potions masters? (minds out of gutter, people) What exactly is a Dragon Slave? (If anyone has ever seen Slayers, you already know the answer to this.) Hopefully we�ll find out in the next chapters as our chaotic quartet heads to Hogwarts. God help them.

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