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Unlikely Heroes	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 80942 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 15
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter francise does not belong to me. I own only the plot and I make no money off of this.

Chapter List
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Title: Unlikely Heroes

Pairing: Future DracoxHarry, LuciusxSeverus, RemusxSeverus

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: A battered Boy Who Lived finds his world come crashing down when his name comes out of the Goblet of Fire. Shockingly, the only ones to come to his rescue are those he'd believed were his enemies.

Notes: Is compatible to the Selection of Triwizard Champions. This chapters, 32 and 33 are dedicated to all my readers and reviewers here.

Warning: This chapter contains some implied deviance that squicks even me and I wrote it. We all know Dumbledore's crazy and he's been accused of inappropriate behavior in the past. You've stuck around this long so I assume you've just taken that as more reason to want his head- removed from his shoulders that is. This chapter is about as Dumbledore-bashing as you can get I imagine. Bear with me if you can or skip if you must. I am so glad I split this and the last chapter up I don't think they were single chapter material. Thankees. I'd say mischief managed but it's not over just yet.- KusanoSakura

Chapter 33- Cockerel, Curiosity and the Kneazel

Dora was following Dumbledore to the Hogshead again in her falcon animagus form.

Dumbledore glanced around; satisfied he grabbed a handful of powder and stepped into the floo. He touched his wand and a Glamour appeared, now Dumbledore looked closer to fifty, he had curly red hair and blue eyes.

In short he looked like a Weasley…

That struck Dora as odd, until the thought struck her. Was there a relation between Prewetts or Weasleys and the Dumbledores? Weren’t most Pureblood families related by bonding and procreation? Then again she could see bit of the teenaged Dumbledore in this person but then again that picture had been black and white of course.

Dumbledore chuckled, “Rick Dorian, nice to see your face again.” He was touching his face to check it or something.

Rick Dorian? Who in Merlin’s name was that?

Dumbledore smirked, licking his lips. “Knockturn Alley.”

He disappeared in a flash of green flames.

Dora shifted back to her brunette alter ego but made herself most masculine before quickly Apparating into Knockturn Alley. Such a place was not for a woman well not a lady for it was an area of ill repute.

She arrived to see Dumbledore slipping through the crowd.

Carefully to avoid being noticed by anyone she followed him without seeming to.

He slipped into a disreputable pub, the Cockerel.

Dora repressed any reaction to that as she slowly followed him. She checked herself in a dirty window to be sure she looked male enough.

As soon as she entered she slipped into a shadow and resumed her falcon form. Soaring up into the rafters, under a disillusionment spell she followed him on silent wings.

Patrons of the Cockatiel were disgusting, pawing and buying drinks for young pretty teenage looking boys.

Dumbledore walked to a big man who smelled like a troll and whispered, “Ganymede.”

The man lazily flicked his wand and the velvet rope moved to grant passage.

Dumbledore walked past the guard and through a door that led down to a set of darkened stairs.

Cloaking her powers Dora shifted from a falcon to a mouse. Chasing after Dumbledore, trying not to fall down the stairs.

Dumbledore whispered a word to unlock the door, “pæderastie”

Dora gulped, den of iniquity indeed.

At Dumbledore’s password the door swung open.

Dora scurried in and hid.

Dumbledore entered.

“Rick, it has been a long time. Your favorite James was recently purchased but I have a few recent procures that might stimulate you. Some even virginal.”

“Ah Suez Erastes, virgins? You know my tastes well.”

“Come let us see what you make of my wares.”

Dora followed carefully.

Erastes led Dumbledore into a room full of beds.

On the beds where shy boys, shivering who had been dressed in what looked like thongs and long flowing sheer vest like garments.

“Here this one is called Kenny. He is a recent procurement, can see how his curls shine? His eyes are that blue you prefer.”

“Where did you find this luscious thing?” Dumbledore reached out to touch those soft curls.

“Languishing in some Muggle orphanage as we find all of them. He’s been washed with great care and perfumed. I promise despite his size he’s thirteen.”

Dumbledore pulled out a handful of galleons; “He is mine for a while.”

The boy shook with terror.

Dumbledore lifted him into his arms, “Is my usual room free?”

“Yes, yes.”

Dora followed Dumbledore but he was too absorbed in the tiny boy in his arms to bother sensing for a spy. Or he felt too comfortable in his surroundings…too bad for him…

Dumbledore opened a door and entered.

Dora at his heels hid under the bed. She heard the creak of the bed at the two others lay on it.

Soon clothes fell on the floor.

Dora winced as she heard the sounds of kissing and Dumbledore’s whispered endearments. She tuned it out until she heard Dumbledore open the door and move to leave. Dora paused briefly to see the boy covered in spunk sobbing. She could see no blood so it didn’t seem like he’d raped him.

Dumbledore whispered in a fond tone, “I’ll return eromenos. Keep that beautiful body perfect for me or I shall be angry.”

Dora glared at him but followed nonetheless.

Dumbledore praised the boy and asked to be considered for purchase of him.

Erastes nodded, “Of course. Anything to oblige a patron such as yourself.”

“I shall return.”

Reluctantly Dora followed him out of the place and out of the Cockerel. She waited until Dumbledore Apparated back to Hogshead and seemed to head back to the castle. Near ill she Apparated home and felt the need to scrub the filth of that place from her. Dumbledore had sexually assaulted a young Muggle, the Auror in her longed to arrest him but she was on ‘vacation’. She dreaded what her patron Lucius would say if he knew…

Wishing not to be seen she shifted into her falcon form and started to fly towards the castle only to hit a barrier. Yelping wildly, as she crashed into it.

“Tut tut spying is a foolish occupation. One gets too overconfident. You don’t think I didn’t consider that you might follow my dear girl, I can’t have you reporting on me or spying anymore.”

Dora tried to resume her human form but found herself trapped.

“No, no I told you, I can’t have you bearing tales Ms. Tonks.”

Dora’s eyes widened in horror…

“Yes, I knew it was you. I gave you a juicy little nugget of information on my character. I knew you’d be too keen to share it so I laid my trap. You were always foolhardy weren’t you? I’m surprise they let you into the Aurors. I know you were expected to fail. I had Moody work you almost to death. Then you had to outdo you teacher didn’t you? Even worse you got him locked up. Even arrested Molly. I hope you’re happy now knowing she’s going to spend the rest of her life in Azkaban. Wish I could find a reason to send you there. A few weeks there and you’d soon learn which way your bread was buttered. Were I inclined to wenches I’d have my way with you. Too bad I cast that impotence curse on Aberforth. I got sick of keeping an eye on his sexual exploits so that he didn’t embarrass the family name again. Look at me wandering off at the mouth, a failing of age they say. How best to be rid of you? Should I drown you in the Lake? Or fed you to the owls?”

Dora’s horror must have still shown in her eyes, her mother warned her to take care. The whole curiosity killed the Kneazel and all that.

“Too bad there aren’t more creatures around that would be interested in titbit like you. You’re too small to satisfy a Hippogriff. Thestrals prefer dead things. Unicorns are herbivores. Abraxans only eat grains and drink single malt whiskey. You’re too small to satisfy the Giant Squid. We’ll have to settle for an owl or something.”

There was a blinding flash of light, blinding them both.

Dumbledore flung a practically paralysed Dora in an attempt to cover his eyes.

The language was unfamiliar as Dora vaguely noticed magic being weaved.

Dora landed hard on a stone, her fragile bird body not as resilient as her human form would be. The last thing Dora saw before fainting was that of a overly large Kneazel.

XoooooX

Luna knew coming out was tricky it might expose her but she had little choice. She knew Auror Tonks was going to be in danger, she hadn’t seen that she died so she figured someone had to save her. She’d met up with that Kneazel of Grangers who took a liking to her. They’d befriended on another, it seemed to know that the falcon was no such thing. She could communicate with it somewhat; it said that Granger called him Crookshanks a name he didn’t care for. Said Granger smart though she was underestimated him. He’d said he’d noticed a strange bird and a mouse scurrying about where it didn't belong. Even offered to show her the path the bird flew to the Castle.

Eager but wary to help Auror Tonks whom she had never met but felt an affinity for since she was trying to rid them of Dumbledore set out at great personal risk to save her. She couldn’t in good conscience send anyone else. Her Queen would be dismayed with her. She had crept closer hearing Dumbledore’s taunting voice. The more he said he couldn’t allow her to live the more she was determined to saw the woman. When she realized it was almost the moment of her vision she cast out a powerful flash of light that blinded Dumbledore. To her horror the paralysed Auror went flying and crashed on a rock.

Crookshanks scurried forward and picked up the falcon in his mouth.

Nervous and trying to make it look like an assault she summoned his wand and was surprised to receive two. She also took any money he had on him and ran. Hopefully he wouldn’t guess a student had waylaid him…

Crookshanks who deposited the falcon in her hand followed her. Cradling it ever so gently she made her way as invisible as she could to Professor Prince’s apartments. She knew that Pomfrey was untrustworthy and hadn’t the magic herself to unparalyse the Auror or free her from her animagus form without injuring her. There was only so much an untrained Veela could do. Things like helping Theo and Draco were instinctive, she was more seer then healer and that made a difference.

She reached the portrait of Professor Vindicus Veridian, bowing awkwardly she addressed him, “Are the professors or Lord Malfoy in?”

He regarded her dusty Ravenclaw robes with distain, “Whom might I say is calling?”

“’Thena. Remus will know me. If they're confused mentions swans but do hurry. Its an emergency.”

The portrait stepped out of the frame murmuring about rude eagles and students always in a hurry.

XoooooX

Lucius and his mates were surprised when Professor Vindicus announced a Ravenclaw visitor.

Remus knew it was Luna at once when the name ‘thena was given, “Send her in.”

The portrait door was thrown open and the slightly wild looking girl nearly stumbled over the portrait hole.

“Oh thank goodness you’re all here. Something awful just happened. I have no idea what to do.”

Remus noticed the still falcon in her hand.

Lucius blinked, “Is that,”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly, “It’s Auror Tonks. Oh its all my fault. I knew she was in danger. I had to help but I didn’t realize she was going to land on a rock. I don’t know what to do. Some shield thing that Dumbledore cast paralysed her. I hoped you could help Professor being all talented with spell making. I’m more seer then Healer,” she sent the poor falcon on a bare scrap of table, “She hit the rock so hard.”

Severus examined her, “I’m not a healer. I hate to ask Andromeda but…”

Lucius had already stepped towards the hearth to flood Lavender Vale and get Andromeda. Time was running out if Dumbledore was attacking Aurors himself!

Severus was worried, “I'm not as keen with animals…” he glanced at Remus, “I know you know something of revealing animagus but would it be too dangerous to cast? Draco’s case was different it was straight Human Transfiguration and not animagus.”

Remus was shocked to see the vital Dora Tonks so still and nearly life less, “I’d dare not cast it. If McGonagall was more coherent I’d ask her but I don’t trust her yet.”

Stumbling out of the floo were Dora’ worried parents, she was their only child.

Ted paled as he looked at the broken falcon.

Andromeda looked faint, “Nymphadora! Merlin help me what happened? Who did this?”

Lucius placed a gentle hand on her arm, “She needs you. She needs a healer; you understand her being a Metamorphmagus and an animagus. We need to know if we can force her from the animagus form without killing her. Is it possible to treat her as it?”

“She’s alive?” Andromeda gasped, tears coursing down her cheeks.

“For now.” Severus said softly.

“Unconscious.” Remus added.

Severus glanced at Remus, “The cupboard in my bathroom. Third shelf, short squat green bottle. Bring me one.”

Remus hurried off to get it.

Severus held out a hand to Andromeda, “I need to know if its safe to use diagnostic charms to discover the nature of what’s paralysing her. Will it be alright?”

Remus was beside him in a flash.

Severus snatched the bottle, removing the stopper and handing to her, “Calming potion. My own recipe. Won’t make you drowsy. I needed it with Draco.” He said by way of explanation.

Andromeda took it without comment and drank it in a quick swing, taking a deep breath she replied, “It’s alright. Can’t see what’s wrong without knowing. We’ve got to get her out of that dratted falcon form. It’s hard to heal an animagus who is trapped in their form.”

The potion must be quick to affect one, Remus thought, typical of Severus’ brewing based on his journals. Complicated recipes but quick working, he thought as he went to retrieve another for Ted who now looked about to faint.

Severus used revealing charms to show the paralysing spell’s make-up. Finally making a decision he pointed his wand at the forlorn figure and muttered something.

Dora’s falcon’s wings collapsed to the table with a worrisome twinkle of bone.

Ted snatched the calming potion and downed it, staggering.

Andromeda bit her lip and rubbed the back of her hand to her eyes trying to clear her vision as she attempted to assess the damage to her daughter how best to help her.

Luna turned to Remus holding out the two wands, “He had these. I took them.’ Her hand was already taking on a reddish tint.

Remus blinked, “Poisonwood!” he conjured gloves and put them on before taking the wands, “Wash your hands quick. Can’t have him seeing that. He’d know it was you and wonder why.” He moved to examine Dumbledore’s wands; the man was dangerous with a wand who knew how dangerous he would be angry and wandless. He didn’t see the type to be daunted much by loss of his wand, or wands in this case.

Severus transfigured a chair nearby to a chaise lounge to place Dora on when they needed to transfigure her back into a human.

Andromeda swallowed, “I can’t treat her like this. Have to chance it and force her out of the form. Merlin help me! I hope I don’t kill her!”

Ted collapsed, forcing Lucius to catch him and place him in a nearby chair.

This room was a sort of common room to their apartments; a combination library, drawing room and parlour.

Severus picked up the motionless form of the falcon Dora and placed her in the centre of the transfigured chaise lounge.

Remus had more experience with revealing animagus, thus putting aside Dumbledore’s wands for the moment, “Want me to do it?”

Andromeda nodded biting her lip.

Remus muttered the spell and stepped back to focus on the wands. Little he could do now not being a Healer.

Andromeda watched the falcon shimmer and practically explode into that of a person. However it resembled that of a slim brunette man with a light dusting of facial hair. Damn that girl what had she been up to? Hadn’t she cautioned her enough to be careful? Why oh why did her only child have to follow in her idiotic cousin’s footsteps and become an Auror? She collapsed to her knees besides the chaise lounge and began using her little used Healing skills to assent her daughters state, “shattered bones. Merlin no!” she burst into fresh tears again, “she has a rib that punctured a lung! Internal injuries.”

Severus went to raid his potions cabinet that he kept well stocked in case of any emergency. He pulled out an array of eerily familiar potions; he’d used them in his very room to treat Draco…

Sobbing, Andromeda had to coax the rib out of Dora’s lung and used a complex spell- only used in emergencies to heal the damage to the lung. Her former instructor at St. Mungos would throttle her. She knew darn well that she should not be doing this but who knew Dora better then she did? She accepted the Skele-grow setting it down beside her as she determined whether Dora could swallow, determining it was too close to call she through all caution to the wind and cast it directly into her daughter’s stomach. That horrible man would not win! Dora wouldn’t die tonight! Not if she could prevent it. She was a Daughter of the Ancient House of Black! The previous Queen of Slytherin! Dora would live if she had to exhaust all her magic and healing abilities. She did her best to deal with the other internal injuries before using the potions. It was dangerous to mix them, especially blood replenishers with Skele-grow. She’d wait until the Skele-grow was in her system before chancing more potions. She collapsed, “She’s stable I think. Get Smythe! He’ll berate me for this but he can take over.”

She promptly fainted.

Lucius sighed, “We’d best inform Shacklebolt and Scrimgour, they’ll be furious.” He summoned his house elves Stria, Dippy and Treca sending them after the needed wizards.

“What now?” Luna asked.

Severus turned to her, “Now you get back to the tower and forget this ever happened for your own good. You did a very brave but dangerous thing. I hope to Salazar you haven’t compromised yourself. Now get!”

Remus had discovered something that frightened him beyond measure, he stammered, “Lucius! Lucius get over here!”

Lucius was disconcerted by Remus’ tone and speech pattern he normally seemed rather grounded. Anything that worried the werewolf worried him, “What?”

“I cannot imagine any worse discovery. These wands are Black Poisonwood with an Acromantula Webbing core.” His face pales and he looked ill, “the second…the second Lucius…is Elder and Thestral hair.”

Lucius’ brow furrowed in confusion, “What is so dreadful about that?”

Remus threw his hands up in dismay, “You don’t…of course not you’re not an Ollivander or Gregorovitch. Acromantula Webbing makes powerful wand; but it can be temperamental and volatile if not handled with respect. It is said to be strong for Defense Against the Dart Arts and offensive magic. Black Poisonwood is associated with strength and versatility, and requires an owner with a strong will- Dumbledore must have strong will to attempt what he does. Strangely enough its strong for Protective magic, and various forms of Arcane magic. It is another difficult wandwood to master. Due to the poisonous and somewhat volatile nature of the wood, it tends to be rarer. Holding a poisonwood wand not bonded to you can cause some skin irritation, as exemplified by Luna’s hands. But as for Elder and Thestral hair! Godric’s Beard! They are never used! Only one wand is said to be that combination.”

Lucius stepped back, Remus’ eyes a bit wild, “What wand it that?”

“The most famous wand in the history of the world! The Deathstick! The Wand of Destiny! The Eldruhn Wand! The Elder Wand! The Ellhorn Wand!” he calmed himself swallowing, he continued hoarsely, “That is if the belief of wandlore scholars is true that it is the same wand. The wand rumoured to be made by Death himself, the unbeatable wand. First belonging to Antioch Peverell, since then leaving a bloody trail through the history of our world. Finding itself in the hands of infamous men. There are gaps, of course, and long ones, where it vanishes from view, temporarily lost or hidden; but it always resurfaces. It has certain identifying characteristics that those who are learned in wandlore recognize... Its history is bloody, but that may be simply due to the fact that it is such a desirable object, and arouses such passions in wizards. Immensely powerful, dangerous in the wrong hands, and an object of incredible fascination to all of us who study the power of wands."

Knowing what it was Lucius felt drawn to it himself, a need to posses it. He snatched up the wand in a fit of anger that Dumbledore should ever possess something so dangerous! Dora was family and he used it to hurt her! He didn’t even realize what he was doing until it was done.

Remus looked on in horror and fascination before crying out, “Lucius no!”

Too late, the Lord of Malfoy had snapped the oldest and perhaps most dangerous wand in history.

Lucius stared at the snapped wand and swallowed, “By Salazar did I do that?” he tossed the pieces on the word table, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

Remus stared in shock at the broken wand; it couldn’t hurt anyone else now. But sadly, it was near useless…

The floo crackled to flame and Shacklebolt stepped out with to their surprise Amelia Bones.

Two pops and there stood Scrimgour looking grim and Smythe looking indignant.

The two elves disappeared at a nod from their lord and master.

Smythe was irritable as he almost chose to step over Andromeda’s prone body, murmuring about mothers and healers being terrible mixes. He conjured a cot for the woman and unkindly moved her there with a flick of his wand. He then proceeded to examine the patient, cursing wildly as he tended to Dora. Examining the stack of potions and glaring at Severus, “Would have been smarter to summon me at once.” He said prickly, “It’s the same as when you dealt with Draco on your own as he was bounced all over like some mad creature.” He snipped potions and then proceeded to use them, as needed, “For an anguished mother she didn’t kill the poor thing. What happened? Thought I was treating a girl.”

“She’s a Metamorphmagus.” Scrimgour offered.

“Is she going to make it?” Madam Bones asked worried.

“What happened?” Shacklebolt’s features looked paler then they had watching all those pensive memories at the hearing.

“Do tell.” Smythe said still intent on his patient.

“Dumbledore!” Ted spit out, “That horrible excuse for a man!”

“Calm down Ted!” Severus said gently.

Lucius grimaced, “My fault I imagine. She must have been trying to come report to me. Dumbledore laid a trap and she literally flew into it. He was going to kill her. He was stopped but the rescue didn’t go as planned. The poor thing was dashed against a stone while paralysed. It took a while to end whatever spell paralysed her. Then there was of course the problem that she was still a falcon. Had to force her to turn back into human. Then Andromeda began to treat her. Had a punctured lung, many shattered bones, internal injuries. It took a bit to move the rib,”

“Damn fool!” Smythe muttered absently.

Lucius continued, “Had to repair the lung and some of the internal damage. Only potion I saw her give Dora was the Skele-grow.”

“Good thing too! Mix that with a blood replenishers she’d have killed her. Foolish thing treating your own child. Parents! Fools!” Smythe grumbled giving the conversation half an ear.

Lucius sighed, “then I suppose the stress was too much despite one of Severus’ special Calming Potions. She fainted.”

“Did your anonymous good Samaritan tell you anything?”

“Dora was brought back by a half Kneazel.” Remus said pointing at Crookshanks who had a self-important look. “Though we did receive two wands.” He glanced at them, “Know much about wands?”

Shacklebolt and Bones shook their heads.

Scrimgour snapped, “Not an Ollivander, why?

Remus held up the broken elder wand, “Behold the infamous Deathstick formerly of Dumbledore’s possession. Lucius broke it.” He half glared at his mate’s Bondmate, “Logically, a smart idea but from a wandlore enthusiast’s point of view a very foolish one.”

“Awful lot of fools tonight it you ask me.” Smythe grumbled.

They mostly ignored him.

“Dumbledore had the Deathstick? Are you sure?” Scrimgour said in awe and dismay.

“Probably got it off Grindelwald when they duelled.” He held up the other wand, “This would be his personal wand. Wouldn’t recommend touching with your bare hands seeing as its Black Poisonwood. Never would consider using Acromantula Webbing. Too dangerous…”

Madam Bones looked unnerved, “Acromantula Webbing?" Her nose wrinkled in distaste, “What a wand! Poisonous wood and a giant sentient spider's web! No wonder he’s the way he is…”

“How dangerous is he without a wand?” Scrimgour asked.

Remus shivered, “I don’t want to know. I’d hand it over as evidence of the attack on Auror Tonks if you think its safe.”

“What if he used the Deathstick?” Shacklebolt asked with a look of worry.

“Then we’re in trouble because it’s broken. As for the concept of Dumbledore carrying the most dangerous wand in the history of Wizarding world I find I don’t care for it.”

There were nods of agreement even from Smythe, who seemed determined to me less than agreeable today.

Finally the man stood up, “Don’t let that woman touch my patient.” He glared at Severus, “You should have sent for me. Potions master you maybe but you’re not Healer. Scraps and minor burns are one thing for a parent who is a healer. Anything serious much be treated by a more calm, non-related healer. I’ve made sure she’ll survive the night. She’s in a healing trance. Now, I doubt you want her here. Lavender Vale doesn’t have the protection.”

Luna stepped out of the shadows, “Black Manor. She’ll be safe there.”

Lucius rounded upon her, “Mordred and Morganna! You were told to leave! Do you know what you’ve done?”

“I’m not officially a member of your House! I’m an adult legally and you know it Uncle Lucius! I’m giving my advice. I’ll not divulge my name or age.” Luna snapped, looking more like a harpy then a Veela.

Lucius sighed, “Salazar’s Bollocks”

Madam Bones hissed, “Language my Lord.”

Lucius glared, “You’re a Malfoy!”

“I maybe of Malfoy Blood but I’m not a Malfoy! I’m a Ravenclaw not a Slytherin! I did what I thought was best. You really think that I was going to leave before I knew she was alright?” Luna raged, “If I’d been more careful she wouldn’t have hit the rock!”

Remus moved closer, trying to touch her to calm the enraged Veela only to be repulsed.

“My apologies.” Luna glanced at him, “Can’t help it Veela and all.”

Remus stiffened, “Of course.” Creatures of Light didn’t mix with Dark Creatures.

Scrimgour winced looking at her, “Veela.” He said with a sneer.

“I see Daddy was right you are one.”

Scrimgour took step back.

“Shan’t tell if you won’t. Madam Bones won’t. Shacklebolt wouldn’t easily. Hard to read you. “ Luna said sharply.

Remus knew then that Scrimgour really was a vampire, not that he hadn’t guess but decided to stay far away from him. Neither kind liked one another, loathed each other more like. Luna mentioned they were the result of Dark Curses cast by Dark Witches who were in a feud.

Lucius’ anger deflated, she was right. By Veela standards she was an adult. He really couldn’t order her around. “Luna please! Go to your House. The last thing I want to do it to have to tell your father about this. I don’t want to face the Queen either. You know how dangerous this is. You’ve courted enough for one day. I hope you’ll forgive me eventually.” He snapped his fingers “Return her to the Tower. Don’t let her leave. Keep an eye on her.” He snapped at Treca, “Only release her in the morning or if her majesty summons her.”

A very upset Luna was Apparated away still trying to wriggle free and berate her cousin.

Lucius bowed stiffly, “I beg you not to mention that she was here. I would hate for Dumbledore to realize she had anything to do with this. It is her family’s express wish that she continue to be invisible.”

“What did she mean by she’s an adult? Unless I’ve very much mistaken, she’s younger then my niece.” Madam Bones said sharply.

Lucius paled, “About that…might I refrain from mentioning? I’d rather not have to come up with a blatant falsehood and you’ll be better off not knowing.” He paused that then went on quickly, “Not that I don’t trust you…its just wiser not to spread the truth.”

Scrimgour’s lip curled in distaste, “She’s a Veela. Young too. Rare I know to be one before sixteen.”

Lucius swallowed.

Scrimgour sneered at him, “Not hard to guess given her repelling of a we…”

Severus stormed towards him, “Leave him be.” He snapped. “Don’t bandy about such things being of an archaic dislike because of some Jealous Dark Witches like Morganna and Vivian. For the Love of Merlin act like the adults you are! We have a badly injured Auror, a murderous mad rapist Headmaster, a starved and beaten saviour, not to mention a Dark Lord with split personality disorder!”

Remus sighed, “Severus let it alone.”

“I won’t! I won’t let a hypocritical vampire of all people treat you like dirt! You’ve been mistreated enough as is namely by me but I’ll be damned if I’ll turn a blind eye to it!”

Scrimgour continued to shrink back from the enraged Potions Master, “Peace!”

Lucius snapped, “Sèvere! That’s enough! You will sit down and be quiet.”

Severus grumbled but did as his Bondmate ordered.

“I think we’ve had enough excitement for one night.” Lucius continued sharply.

Taking the hint Scrimgour, Shacklebolt and Bones headed towards the floo.

“What about Dumbledore’s wand?”

Remus’ eyes filled with a marauder’s twinkle, “We’ll put it where he least suspects.”

“Where might that be?” Bones asked.

“Black Manor of course.”

Severus grumbled out the summons for Sirius I, King of the Chuvash.

Who appeared rather disgruntled.

“Who wants me now?”

Lucius spoke quickly, “I beg pardon but I speak for your niece and her child.”

Sirius I looked worried, “What happened?”

“Dora was investigating Dumbledore. He caught her in a trap. Trying to save her life, she was deathly injured. Two good healers have treated her, however it would be best if she disappeared for a while for her own protection. Andromeda was overwhelmed by the devastating injuries of her only child and fainted. Ted isn’t taking it well either. It would be best if they disappeared in case Dumbledore’s wrath falls on him.” Lucius said quickly.

Remus held out the Black Poisonwood wand, “It would also be a great favour if you would hide this. It’s too dangerous to be around. I doubt it had a hand in your great something grand niece’s assault but it’d too dangerous to allow him to have.”

Sirius grew enraged, “He attacked Nymphadora? I’ll kill him! As if raping children wasn’t bad enough! I’ll take them to my Manor. He’ll never touch them there. I’ll hold on to the wand. Is there anything else going on in the Wizarding World that I should know about?”

“Besides, Dumbledore insulting your Weasley-Prewett relations no. We’ll settle that. We’ve got our plans in motion to remove him and ban him from Hogwarts forever.” Severus continued. “As for his blood, it will be a tug of war between the Weasleys, Woods, Prewetts, Malfoys and Blacks. We’ll end up I’m sure leaving Ronald to your tender mercies eventually.”

In his rage Sirius I had transformed, now it was altogether clear exactly why these apartments that once belonged to Slytherin himself had such high ceilings. Sirius I grabbed the Tonks family and the poisonwood wand before disappearing.

Scrimgour, Shacklebolt and Bones vanished into the floo leaving Lucius, Severus and Remus to practically pass out from emotional and mental overload…

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?
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