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Chapter 3

Retribution

Lavender could barely contain herself; her wolf half was pacing within her. A moment more, my sweet, and then we play. “This is the extent of your offerings.”

“At this time, Mademoiselle Wolfe, yes,” the Director said.

“Excellent, and my name isn’t Wolfe.” She leveled a fierce grin at him that made the Director back up a few paces. “It’s Brown.”

“Brown?” he said. She could see the wheels turning in his head.

“Lavender Brown.” Now, my sweet. Her eyes faded from green to gold. The transition had become easy over the years, especially when she was angry, and she was very angry. Director LaBeau paled, and his eyes widened in horror as Lavender began to transform. Frozen by fear and awe, he stared in amazement as before him the petite blond woman changed into her immensely strong and fearsome werewolf form in a matter of seconds. “Merde,” he whispered, and Lavender stepped forward. Leading with her claws, she plunged her right arm into him, ripping his still beating heart from his chest.

“Fuck you, you heartless bastard,” she growled, and as he crumpled to the floor her hand tightened, crushing the offending organ in her fist. She cast it aside and spun on the spot, whipping her wand from its holster. There was a commotion from the room at the top of the stairs, and the guard appeared at the door. Lavender bisected him with a Sectumsempra. “You’re not half the man you used to be, Petar,” she muttered, and then flicked her wand at her robes on the floor. They rose into the air, folded themselves, and slid into her bag. She slung the satchel around her and tucked it into position under her arm. Pointing her wand at the corpses on the floor she banished them into nonexistence.

Lavender pondered the doors for a moment. “Relashio,” she shouted, sweeping her wand down the wall, and the cell doors shattered. “I am Lavender Brown, protector of children. To me young ones! To me!!!” she cried. The girl, Carina, whom the director had pointed out as the magical child, emerged from one of the doorways leading a smaller girl by the hand. “Come, come,” she said to the younger child. “I know of her, she will help.”

Lavender knelt and gestured for them to join her. “Come child, I won’t hurt you; I’m here to save you.”

Carina strode bravely up to her. “Be du Den God Vargen?” she asked, and Lavender looked to her puzzled. “You’re really her, Lavender the Good Wolf, aren’t you?” she asked again, in a thick Swedish accent.

Thank you, Hermione. Lavender thought. Since Hermione had written the little children’s book, “The Good Wolf”, Lavender had become a kind of celebrity among the children of the magical world. That little book, that told the story of Lavender Brown, was known to practically every magical child in the world, and they loved her.

Lavender smiled at her, showing her rows of razor sharp teeth. “Yes, child, I am. Shall we go?” The smaller girl took Lavender’s hand, and she hoisted the child onto her left hip to free her wand arm. The other children, seeing her with the girls, ran forward and swarmed around her

“My name is Carina. I knew you would come,” she said proudly. “I dreamt it!”

“You have the gift of sight, do you?” Lavender said, smiling.

Carina smiled broadly. “Mamma says it runs in our family.”

Lavender nodded. “Mine too. Behind me then,” she said, and handed the girl she was holding to one of the older girls. “Be good,” she told her, and turned to her charges. “Take care of the small ones.” She looked at one of the teenage boys. “Don’t let them fall behind.” He nodded, still stunned at what he was seeing. A large, talking werewolf, her right arm dripping blood and holding a wand, was leading them to a freedom they had thought lost. “We’re leaving”--- she looked around at the children--- “now,” she said, and strode down the aisle between the tables with a mob of children in her wake.

A pair of guards rounded the corner of the office door into the common room. They were momentarily dazed by what they were seeing, then raised their weapons. Lavender, in her training, had been shown and had had demonstrated to her every type of Muggle weaponry. These she recognized as submachine guns. A quick shield charm and they were firing bullets into what appeared to be clear molasses. As she advanced she pushed the shield charm forward until the men were pressed against the wall. With a practiced flick of her wand the charm winked out of existence, and the bullets clattered to the floor. The men continued to pull the triggers on their guns, but they had emptied them into the shield.

“'Click' is a bit anticlimactic, don’t you think?” she said, snarling in their faces. One man fainted dead away, the other raised his gun and tried to use it like a club. “Such a bad plan,” she growled through her teeth, and shoved him into the wall so hard there was the sickening crunch of breaking bones. Lavender shook her head as the guard slid down the wall leaving a smear of blood. She stunned the man who had fainted, for good measure, erected her shield again, and walked behind it through the office to the stairwell. No one was there, and she led the group carefully down the stairs. When they reached the landing, they could hear the sounds of many men preparing to meet them on the other side of the door to the dining room.

Good, let’s give them a moment, my sweet. Let them all gather right there. Lavender turned to the children and motioned for them to be quiet. After a moment she heard the sound of someone trying the door. “Conflagio!!!” she cried. The door to the room was blasted from its hinges as a column of fire erupted from her wand. The dining room became an inferno. “Picked the wrong bloody team, didn’t you?” she yelled into the room of dying men.

Seamus saw the explosion before he heard it. Several flaming bodies, and parts of bodies, flew from a row of windows on the north side of the chateau. Fire erupted from the windows, and then faded. Suppose that’s the signal, eh, love? he thought with a chuckle, and pressed the tip of his wand to the Galleon on the chain around his neck. “Now,” he said. A few seconds later there was the snap of Apparition, and Ron Weasley and Cal U-Daily were standing a few yards away. Seamus waved and said, “Let’s go.” He started running down the hill to the chateau.

They paused behind a tree to survey the path ahead of them. “So, Cal,” Seamus said, “how’d that Auror exchange program be working out for you?”

He looked to Seamus with a small grin. “Good,” he said in his West African French accent, “although I am often surprised at how little you English plan, sometimes. You ‘improvise’, as Mr. Potter says, far more often than we would in the African Administration.”

Ron had just slid up beside them. “Welcome to Dumbledore’s Army, mate,” he said, with a grin and a wink to Seamus, and they were off again.

A man was dashing toward them, and slid to a stop as they stepped from the trees. His expression became blank, and in a monotone voice he said, “Lavender says let me go.” Then he shook his head and looked toward the three men, bemused.

“What’d be your name, lad?” Seamus asked.

“Claude.”

“Well, Claude, why don’t you scurry on home, and do what it was Lavender told you to do,” Seamus said with a smile.

Claude turned and hurried away down a path through the trees. “There’s a good lad,” Seamus said, and he, Ron and Cal ran toward the gates to the compound.

“Aguamenti!” Lavender shouted above the roar of the fire, and a forceful spray of water doused the flames in the dining room. She stepped through the remains of the door, and used a repulsion charm to clear a path through the wreckage and the bodies to the door on the opposite side of the room. Nodding to herself she turned to her charges. “There’s things here you don’t need to see. I’m going to cast a charm on you so the only thing you will see will be me and the floor in front of you while we pass through this room, alright?”

The children quietly agreed.

“Good. Obscura,” she said as she waved her wand over them. The charm hid the horror of the room from their eyes, but not the smell. Several of the younger ones were retching by the time they made it to the games room. Lavender cast an air-freshening charm and lifted the Obscura. She erected her shield, and strode quickly through the remaining rooms to the entry hall. The ‘matron’ rounded a corner, and before she realized what was happening, Lavender was upon her.

“You knew what would happen to these children, didn’t you, you bitch?” Lavender indicated the children with her right hand while she hoisted the woman off the floor by the throat with the left. She flicked her wand over her shoulder, and an opaque bubble formed around the children. “You knew where they’d be sent, what they’d be made to do?” Her grip tightened; panic and pain flared in the woman’s eyes, and Lavender's voice descended into a snarl. “You played on their emotions, yes.” She nodded to herself with a far away look in her eyes. The woman was flailing wildly, pummeling Lavender with her feet and hands, but she hardly felt it. “You made them trust you, love you even.” Lavender’s focus returned in full force. She pushed the struggling woman against the wall and leaned into her, her face inches from the matron’s. “You were a woman! How could you?” she said with open contempt. A growl of pure fury escaped her, and she crushed the matron’s throat. A font of blood shot from the woman’s mouth, covering the fur on her left side. Lavender sneered in disgust, and with all her strength and pent up rage, she chucked the corpse through the nearest window. With a flick of her wand the bubble over the children winked out of existence.

An older boy looked to Lavender. “Where did Nurse Constance go?” he asked in a slightly amused voice, clearly noticing all the new blood on Lavender’s fur.

Lavender met his eyes. “She’s getting some fresh air.”

The boy grinned and nodded.

A body flew through a window near the doors as Seamus, Ron, and Cal ran up to the chateau. Seamus waved his wand at the doors; they flew from their hinges, and landed with a crash on either side of the men. The three of them charged into the entry hall and were greeted by the sight of Lavender, her fur spattered with blood, with a large group of children behind her.

“Is any of that yours?’ Seamus asked, indicating her scarlet fur.

She looked at him askance, and in a slightly offended tone said, “No.”

“Just checking, Love,” he said with a broad smile, and then turned to the children. “I see you’ve met me lovely wife.”

Lavender stroked her hand down the side of Seamus’s face. “Are the Apparition wards still up?”

Seamus made an attempt, and nothing happened. “Seems so, love.”

Lavender nodded. “Can you and the boys take the kids to safety? I need to find this ‘Master’ fellow.” At Seamus’s questioning look she said, “That’s what they call the wizard in charge of all this.”

“Can you wait for me?” Seamus asked, concern evident in his voice.

“We can’t let him get away and start this all up again. It ends here, tonight, Shay.” She looked at him in a way that he knew meant there would be no discussion. “Send Ron and Cal on to St. Mungo's with the kids, then come back and find me.” She turned to the children. “Okay, gang, these guys are going to take you somewhere safe, and then we’ll get you back to your families. I’m going to see the man who runs this place.”

A teenage girl dressed in a sari spoke up. “Are you going to kill him?” Her accent was pure New Delhi.

Lavender looked her in the eye. “Very likely,” she said in a snarl.

The girl smiled grimly. “Good. Thank you.”

Ron stepped to Lavender's side. “You sure you don’t want us to stay and help? This bloke is evil, Lavender. You shouldn’t do this alone.”

Lavender patted his hand. “Touching. No, Shay will find me.” She held up her hand and indicated her wedding ring. “You two take them to St. Mungo's. We’ll be along shortly.”

Ron snorted. “Real ‘take charge girl’ you are.”

“You don’t know the half of it, mate,” Seamus said grinning, “you really don’t. Alright kids, let’s get you lot out o’ here. Follow me.”

The magical girl, Carina, took Lavender's hand. “Be careful, I dreamt you get hurt.”

Lavender knelt next to her, and laid a hand on her shoulder. “I’m pretty tough, Carina. You go with Ron and Cal. I’ll see you soon.”

Carina hugged her with all her strength. “Thank you, God Vargen.”

Lavender hugged her back, not quite as hard. “You’re very welcome, now go with Ron, Seamus, and Cal, and be good.” She looked sternly to the group. “That goes for all of you.”

Seamus took Lavender's hand as she rose. “Be careful, love. I’ll be along shortly.” He turned to go. “Come on then,” he said to the crowd.

The children followed the men from the chateau, and Lavender turned from the doorway to seek her prey.

Seamus led the group out of the compound, and past the gates. Digging into his satchel, he produced a twenty-foot-long rope. “Everybody grab hold of this, and hang on until Ron here says to let go.”

The children did as he instructed. Seamus walked around the group, making sure the older kids minded the younger ones. He pointed his wand at the rope and said, “Saint Mungo's.”

Ron looked at Seamus. “We’ve got it from here, mate. You go and help Lavender.” He turned to the children. “Okay you little snappers; get ready for the ride of your life. One, two, three…” He tapped his wand on the rope. The whole group spun up into the air and winked out of existence.
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