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Phases of the Night	By : 6phoenix6flame6 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 40947 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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AN: alright guys I fixed the chapter, it seems when I posted the chapter it doubled it:( but it's fixed:). I'm not back in canada and hopefully soon I'll have another chapter for you guys. I'm glad a lot of people are enjoying this story so far.
Chapter Six:

George, Ron, and Fred followed a tall dark wizard through the cool desert night towards the tomb that their eldest brother was working on.

After they had arrived at the leaky cauldron, Tom had informed them that several order members had been there searching for them.

Tom didn't inform the order that they were staying there because Fred and George was able to do a favor for the inn keeper and in return he owed them.

So after they thanked Tom, and paid him a little extra they packed what little they had brought and started to make their way towards Egypt.

Fred and George used all their contacts to get them safely out of Britain and down through the south of Spain. They travelled through the northern part of Africa. Ron was almost eaten by a native magical creature, he blew the thing up just in time but at he cost of his wand.

Now they were in egypt, just having reached their brother’s camp. Hopefully Bill would be able to help them out.

“Your brother is in the last tent on the right closest to the tomb. He should be alone,” The wizard gave a small bow before leaving the three brothers.

Fred gave a small nod to himself and marched up to the tent, the two fallowed behind. He drew the curtain back and stepped inside. He spotted his oldest brother hunched over a large tomb with a blazing ball of fire, floating above his head, casting a soft glow throughout the tent. The older brother’s hair was out of its ponytail, but tucked behind his ears.

“Mika, I told you not to disturb me,” Bill stated not looking up from the three thousand year old tomb.

“Well its a good thing that we are not Mika then,”

Bill’s head snapped up and looked to the entrance of his tent. Three of his younger siblings stood there, two with cocky grins and one with a serious look on his face.

“What the hell are you three doing here?” Bill asked taken back.

“Is that any way to greet us? After we traveled all this way to see you?” George smirked.

“Sorry, but this is quite unexpected. Has something happened?” Bill asked as he gave his brothers quick hugs and gestured them to sit down.

“YOu could say that. But before we tell you, we need to know if we can trust you,” Ron reframed from sitting and began to look at all of the nicknacks that Bill had placed around his tent. There was a wall filled with research papers and notes revolving around the tomb he was working on.

“What do you mean? Of course you can trust me.” A confused look passed over Bills face.

“What are your intentions towards Harry?” Fred asked twirling his wand around his fingers.

Bill was started at how his brothers carefree nature turn hostile in seconds.

“I want the boy safe. Has something happen to Harry?”

“You could say that,” George rummage through Bill’s cabinet of liquor. He pulled out a bottle of firewhisky, popped the cork and sniffed it. He brought it to his lips and took a gulp of it before passing it to his twin.

“Just tell me what is going on.” Bill was starting to get annoyed at his bothers.

“Alright, has Dumbledore been paying you for your loyalties to Harry with Harry’s money?” Ron narrowed his eyes at his brother.

Bill turned to Fred and George. “Did he hit his head or something?”

The twins shook their heads.

“We found out that Dumbledore has been taking money from Harry and giving it to our family. The three of us did not know about this. Did you?”

“I did not, and if the Headmaster offered it to me, I wouldn't take it.” Bill started to get angry. “Does Harry think that we betrayed him?” Bill asked.

“We can only guess as he was taken from his relatives house by Lupin.” Ron went back to looking the research papers over.

Bill was concern for his baby brother’s lack of facial expression.

“Something bad has happened hasn't it?” Bill looked towards the twins for answers.

Fred took the bottle from George and took a swing.

George nodded. “After Dumbldore told us Harry had been kidnapped, before we found out that it was Lupin who took him. We went to Harry’s relatives’, and we found-” He chocked on the lump that was forming in his throat.

“His relatives had him chained in their basement and his uncle was beating him.” Fred continued handing the bottle back to George.

“We don’t know if Harry is alive.” Ron spoke up.

Bill sat down heavily on a stool at his work bench. “Has Lupin contacted you guys at all?”

The twins shook their heads. “We can only assume that he doesn't trust us, Dumbledore or the order anymore.”

“We want your help in locating Harry and Lupin. We need to know if Harry is still alive and offer him our help.” Ron took several papers off the wall that caught his eye. He brought them over to the work bench where there were several charts.

“Ill help in anyway I can,” Bill watched in confusion as Ron pulled the tomb closer to him and picked up his discarded quill and a blank piece of parchment.

The twins came over to investigate as Ron quickly wrote things down.

“Ron what are you doing?” The twins asked.

“This symbol here, what is it?” Ron pointed at the tomb. Bill looked over.

“That the symbol for Anubis, the god of funerals and death preparations.” Bill answered.

“And this one is for Osiris? The god of the underworld?” Ron asked.

Bill nodded.

The brothers watched on as Ron combine the two symbols on the parchment and added a circle around it with a triangle underneath it. He held up the parchment for his brothers to look at.

“Does this look familiar?” Ron asked.

“Its familiar, where is it from?” George took the paper from Ron so Fred and him could get a closer look.

“That a symbol used by modern day dark voodoo users.” Bill answered with a frown.

“Old priests of Anubis and Osiris, after the great kingdoms of Egypt fell, traveled south further into Africa. They carried their practices with them. They changed over the years in the jungles. When people from america came to take africans back to the states as slaves, the slaves were said to be the descendants from the priests. The southern state slaves used a natural based magic, that they called voodoo. This symbol here is very powerful. Its a dark protection spell. However if wizarding magic was mixed with voodoo of any kind, it could have very unpredictable outcomes. The darker the voodoo the more dangerous the outcome.” Bill explained.

“Where did you see this?” Bill asked Ron.

“Its tattooed on Harry’s left hip. He thought it was a strange birth mark.” Ron answered.

The twins nodded. “Yeah we noticed it in the change room just before his first quidditch practice. He was uncomfortable telling us about it when we questioned him.” Fred handed the paper back.

“This is really bad. If he uncle didn't beat him to death, the chaos magic in side of him very well might. We need to get to Harry as soon as possible.” Bill waved his hand over his work bench and book shelves, getting it to pack by themselves.

Ron and the twins jumped back as things being to fly off the table towards a shoulder bag that appeared at their brother’s side.

“How are we going to find Harry?” George asked ducking under a battle axe flying towards Bill.

Bill waiting until all of his belonging finished packing themselves, then he turned to the others.

“When Charlie and I left home, dad gave us a device that find anyone in the world, doesn't matter if this person was under the Fidelius charm. Granted its the only one of its kinda and was a prototype at best.” Bill ran a hand through his long hair.

“But dad gave us each a half of the device and only told us to use it in dire situation and only to find our family. But I’m guessing this would be the dire situation, and Harry is practically family.” Bill gave a small grin.

“Where did dad get this device? It could have been a trap by the dark side,” Ron stated as Bill walked over to the entrance of the tent and stuck his head out before coming back over.

“It was designed by three order members, just before that fall of the dark lord the first time. It was made by Remus Lupin, James Potter and Sirius Black. James Potter gave it to dad just before the Potters went into hiding.”

“So I’m guessing we’ll be going to visit Charlie?” Fred asked, Bill gave a nod.

“How do we know that we can trust him?” Ron asked.

“We can trust him, otherwise he would have been here before hand to take the device and would have already located Harry.” Bill walked up to Ron and pulled him into a hug.

“Ron I know what you must be going through. We’ll find Harry. And we’ll get to the bottom of our family’s betrayal. We owe a lot to Harry, and his family. Not just for him saving Ginny back in her first year.” Bill could feel Ron nodded against his chest. He pulled back and gave his little brother a smile.

“Good, now lets get going. Everyone is pretty much asleep so it’ll be easier to sneak out.”

******

Charlie stepped out of the shower dried his body off and walked into his bedroom towel drying his hair.

“Would you cover up?!!”

Charlie gave a small yelp and tripped a pile of his recently discarded clothing on the floor. He looked up and saw Bill, the twins and Ron standing there. Both Bill and Ron were looking everywhere but at his naked body while the twins laughed.

“What are you doing here?” Charlie held the towel over his bits as he stood to his feet.

“Get dressed, we need your help,” Bill stated covering his eyes.

******

James sat on the stone throne, glaring down at the woman he use to call wife. She was bound and gagged.

He only agreed to marry her at Dumbledore's urging, to help protect his unborn son. He was guaranteed that his son would be protected. Sure he had a crush on the woman when they were in school and she was pretty decent. So once he made the decision to leave the man he loved behind he went to Dumbledore for help. He should have known better then to have trusted that conniving old man.

It was the old fool’s fault that he son was raised by the woman’s horrible sister and husband. But it was also his own fault for everything, for making that one decision that started everything that lead up to that fateful night on Halloween.

“Mr. Potter is it really necessary to have her in this part of the ‘throne room’.” Cedric Diggory approached the dark hair man.

“How many time do I have to tell you Cedric, you may call me James,”

The boy was trapped in the wand along with Bertha Jorkins and the muggle man, though the last two hardly stayed within sight of James, and Bertha Jorkins was an empty soul after what Voldemort did to her. HEr soul was ruined until it could be purified in the afterlife. The old man kept to himself because he was a muggle and didn’t quite understand the magic.

Though Cedric got along well with him.

Whatever magic that trapped them in the wand, apparently continued to do so up until Voldemort was fully resurrected. And since they were trapped within the wand, James took it upon himself to make it look like his beloved old throne room at the Dark castle, by manipulated the magic with in and bend it to his will.

That stupid Evans had tried to, but it ended up hurting her further. James had gotten a good laugh out of it.

The boy had told James all about his son that he hadn't know through the connection that Voldamort had with his son.

Cedric gave a shy smile. “James then,”

James gave a cock smile. The smile fell from his face when he looked upon Evans glaring up at him from her kneeling position at his feet.

“Cedric you are absolutely correct she should not be near us civilized people,” He waved his hand and smirked as Evans flew back and hit the opposite wall.

Suddenly there was clapping echoing within the ‘throne room’. James got to his feet and stood in front of Cedric as he looked around the room.

He spotted a man over in the shadows clapping. The man took a step forwards and into the candle light. He had long black hair pulled back into a loose pony tail with bright eery green eyes.

He was dressed in a black dress shirt and black slacks. Over top he wore a deep red robes that the colour of blood. There was a sword strapped at his hip.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for years.” He flashed James a grin showing off fangs.

The man was projecting a strong dark aura around him, causing the teen behind James to give a small whimper and cling to the back of his robes.

The man tilted his head slightly to peek at the teen before the aura lowered slighting, making it seem not as dark or as powerful.

James felt Cedric relax a little.

“You are a hard man to find James,” The man walked forwards towards James. He side stepped and continued towards the throne behind James and Cedric. He sat himself down upon it.

The dark man looked like he belonged there.

“Who are you and what do you want?” James gave a frown.

“I’m Dark. Im everything thats associated with Dark. Im Death, Darkness, and Chaos. But I am, at the same time, Balance. You are the other half to the one I chose to rebalance the magical world.” The man stated folding his arms looking bored.

Cedric, becoming slightly brave decided to step from behind James to get a look at the man.

“I’ve been looking for you since the night you left my chosen. That blasted old fool was some how was able to hide you,” The man’s handsome face contorted in disgust. “He has being interfering in fates plans for quite some time. He the one that has corrupted my chosen and turned you against each other. He was also the reason that,” The being shot Evans a nasty look, “That thing brought harm to your son.”

“You mean to tell me she knew perfectly well that the protection spells that would be more then enough?” James asked, his glare that he had trained on the red haired bitch, intensified.

“More then that.” The being stated, “She knew that the protection charms would cure my chosen, so she made it that your son would end up killing his own father and trap your soul in here, so you wouldn’t break free and help your mate.” The being then gave a nasty smile.

“Her biggest mistake was contacting Harry through that dream, it alerted me of where you were. So here I am to break you out.”

“There is a little flaw in regards to that,” James crossed his arms.

“And what would that be?” The being asked as he stood from the throne and walked towards James.

“First, once my soul is free from here, it will go to the afterlife. Which would seem like a waste since your going through all this trouble to specifically find me, which means you still have need of me. And secondly I’m not leaving Cedric and the old one with the bitch.”

The being grinned. “Oh don’t worry your pretty little head, I wouldn’t dream of not letting you have your minions. You will need them to help you complete your task of setting my chosen back onto his path.” The being stopped mere inches from the elder Potter.

“And for helping, even though you have no given choice to decline, you get your bodies back and Evan’s soul will be yours to torture once you’ve complete your task.” The being grabbed James by his hair and smashed their lips together in a searing kiss as the ‘throne room’ was flooded by bright light.

When James pulled back the man had disappeared and Cedric and the old man, who didn’t look like an old man anymore, were standing behind him.

“What are we to do now?” Cedric asked.

“Hunt down my former husband and knock some sense into him.” James replied with a smirk as he let his magic swirl around him.

****

Hermione was curled up in a tight ball in the darkest corner of the Black Library. She over heard Mr. Weasley and Ginny talking about their plans for Harry and his money, once her best friend was found. It shocked her to her core.

How could these two women claim to love Harry, each in their own different ways, be this cruel and greedy. And they even had the help of the headmaster!

The headmaster was suppose to be the leader of the light. He wasn’t suppose to be manipulative or ruin the lives of others. He was suppose to help people.

Finding out how horrible her Headmaster truly was, knocked her world upside down. This has basically shattered her entire views on everything, it was devastating. Who was she to trust now?

Maybe Ron was right, maybe she should have trusted her friendship with Harry and gone with her redheaded friend.

Hermione lifted her head up from where it was buried within her crossed arms. She looked around the library. Maybe she could still help from here. There could be something within these books.

She got to her feet, wiping away the tears and started walking along the shelves closest to her, browsing at the titles. She began to pluck several books on wizarding laws, she hesitated at some dark magic books, but after weighing out the pros and cons she decided that it wouldn't hurt to learn.

She was now stuck between two evil men that wouldn't hesitate to use and kill her. She would need to learn how to defend herself if she wanted to survive.
She gathered up the ones she thought useful and headed up to her room. The hallways were cleared and so she didn’t have to seek passed anyone.

Once in her room she rushed around packing a small backpack filled with a couple days worth of clothing, the books she gathered from the library. She conjured up some bottles of water and some snack bars. She wouldn’t be able to go home, they would look for her there. Diagon alley was out as well as Hogsmead.

She had a feeling that Professor Lupin was the one that took Harry from the Dursley’s so she couldn’t go in search of him. Maybe she could get help from Professor Snape. All she needed to do was figure out where he lived.

“Wait, that’s it!” Hermione could almost slap herself for not thinking of it earlier.

She knew there was a folder in the study under heavy lock and key of all the addresses for the order members. IT was there to be used in an emergency. Though whoever thought to keep a folder of everyone in the order when there could very well be a traitor amongst them, like there was in the fist war. However this will help her locate Snape.

She shouldered the backpack and snuck back downstairs. She slipped into the study, closing the door behind her. She used her flashlight instead of her wand to look around the room. The place was a mess, like someone had already been in here searching for something.

Standing in the middle of the room she surveyed it, trying to find the location of where the folder would be hidden from afar, not wanting to mess the room up more.

There! On the bookshelf, in a wooden box with a phoenix on it.

Hermione crept over to the bookshelf raising her wand for detection spells on the box. She frown when she found out there was no security spells around the box. What the hell?

A noise from the hallway had Hermione grabbing the box, stuffing it into her backpack and diving for cover.

“Dirty blood girl whats you hiding in here for?” A voice whispered into Hermione’s ear.

A leathered hand covered Hermione’s mouth just in time to muffle her scream of fright.

Calming her heart she turned and saw Kreacher glaring at her.

“I’m sorry Kreacher, I just came in here to look for something to use against the Headmaster, he has abused your household long enough, and needs to be brought down.” She tried to pacify the house elf, using his hatred of the headmaster to her advantage.

“He has disrespected master Regulus’ room, and Mistresses house. He even stole valuable artifacts. Even took traitor son’s will and hids it. But Kreacher is sneakier his is. He tooks some of them back.”

“Thats great!” Hermione smiled. “Do you think you could help me fix his wronging to your mistress and masters?” Hermione asked.

The house elf gave her a skeptical look. “What’s you getting out of it?”

“I will be seeking my own revenge against the old man as well. That is all.”

*******

"So let me get this straight," Charlie was sitting down at the kitchen table, nursing a cold beer with his brothers. "Dumbledore sent Harry to live with abusive muggles, that had locked him in the basement and tortured him and his cousin, with Dumbledore knowing all of this. Not only that but he has been stealing money out of Harry's vault and paying our family off,"
"Yup," Ron glared at the table and tool a swing of his beer.
"Bloody hell," Charlie ran a hand through his hair. "Alright let get to finding Harry,"
Charlie got up from the table and walked over to his pantry. He moved several items out of the way and pushed on one of the back panels. It moved aside to reveal a small black wooden box. He took the box out and carried it over to the table.
"Fred, in the other room above the fireplace there is a painting of a dragon. The dragon has a fire opal on its forehead. Just reach into the painting at the gem and retrieve the stone." Fred nodded and left to go to the other room.
He spotted the painting high above the fireplace. He looked around the room and spotted a chair. He dredged it over and stood on it. He reached into the painting and felt around until his hand covered the stone, which was the size of his thumb. Grasping it he pulled it free, before jumping down and rushing back into the kitchen.
Both Bill and Charlie were hunched over the device piecing it together while Ron and George were handing them different tools.
"Here it is," Fred handed the stone to bill's out stretched hand.
Bill placed the stone in the middle of the device and Charlie screwed the top place on that would hold the stone in place.
"There, now all we need to do is charge the stone by the fire of a dragon, then we say Harry's name and the rings around the device with shift," Bill pointed to the bronze metal rings surrounding the opal. "And it will show us Harry's coordinates."
"And I know the perfect dragon to use," Charlie gave a smile.

************

Hermione followed the strange mad elf down the dark street towards Spinners End, where professor Snape lived.
She hoped the crazed elf didn't lead her astray or into a trap.
The houses around were all abandoned and rundown. Though she could feel some of the magical energy around the neighbourhood, it wasn't strong but she could still feel it.
"This be it, the house of the Snape," Kreacher stopped in front of the only none to badly in shape of a house. It was a two story detached house. It's windows were dark and the shutters were falling off. This wasn't the type of house she would have thought her Potions Professor would live in. Nor would she think he would leave it in this condition. Snape seem to be the type of man that would have everything neat tidied and clean.
"Are you sure Kreacher?" Hermione asked, looking up at the house doubtfully.
"Yes stupid girl," the elf gave a glare before walking up the walk path to the front door.
Instantly the elf disappeared. Then the front door. Hermione walked up to the house and entered the front door. The inside of the house was a lot better cared for then the outside. Everything was clean but bare.
"Professor Snape?" Hermione called out walking further into the house.
There was no answer, the house was silent.
She walked into the study and noticed the bookcases were empty.
"Professor Snape!?!" Hermione raised her voice. She got a foreboding feeling.
"Mudblood! What are you doing here?"
Hermione spun around and saw Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott and masked Death Eater standing in the door way with their wands pointed at her.
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