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Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the wonderful world JKR has created. I am merely using her imaginative world to appease myself and, hopefully, others. This story takes place 5 years after the epilogue of Deathly Hallows. I do not even hope to dream that this will be as good as JKR's work, and it will be nowhere close to her last 4 books in length, but I want the story to continue so I got an idea and I am rolling with it.

Harry Potter and the Tomb Spell

Chapter 1: Officially Un-officiated

The day was bright with the heating rays from the burning sun, lighting the world and leaving no one in darkness. The trees did not sway; there was no wind. All was still and all was well.

The heat of the summer day brought perspiration to Harry’s lips. He looked up and surveyed the sky. There were no clouds in sight. He quickly gathered his wits and strode down the worn, dirt path. Harry Potter had a schedule and he could not afford to miss this appointment, as he had so many others.

Harry Potter was a wizard. He was a fully fledged, educated, and skilled wizard. He was a man also, and a husband. He was enjoying his life and he had no worries. He spent time with his beautiful wife and helped her with her activities with his children. Yes, he was also a father. And a proud father, at that. His children were his prized treasure and his care for them was only rivaled for his care of his wife.

Harry quickened his pace towards the old wooden cottage that was at the end of the dirt path. There were shrubs and bushes of all sizes and many different shades of green. Harry stole quick glances at these every few feet to see if he could spot a color close to his eye color. None of them came close to his brilliant shade of the color.

When he reached the front of the cottage he gazed at its simplistic beauty. The house was elegant yet subtle at the same time. The wood used for the cottage was big oak trees. They seemed to fill each others gaps nicely, even and perfect. Harry strongly suspected that magic was used to bring this effect about. The roof was flat and had leaves the sprinkled it. Of course, Harry did not know that because the roof was at least fifteen feet high.

Harry rapped his knuckles on the smoothly polished front door. There was no doorknob. Harry waited until he could hear faint steps on the other side of the door, then he drew out his wand and took a step back, giving him the most maneuverability in case of a confrontation. When the door opened Harry was surprised at what he saw.

“Oh, come on, Harry! We aren’t in tough times anymore. Put that down and get inside!”

Harry stared into the eyes of the Minister of Magic as he brought his wand down to his side. Harry swiftly stowed his wand away and regained his posture. “I see, Harry, that Mad-Eye has left a lasting impression on you, even after all this time.”

“Yes, Kingsley, I always try to learn from my betters,” replied Harry with a small smile. Kingsley ushered him inside while he replied in his deep voice.

“Oh, come on now Harry, don’t you ever give yourself any credit? You know there are few wizards more equipped than yourself.”

“Oh yes, I know that, but there is always room for improvement and you have no idea how much of a help everyone has been to get me where I am,” Harry said as Kingsley Shacklebolt directed him towards a large sitting room. The room was very brightly decorated. The walls were splashed with orange and red with hints of blue every few feet. The floor was covered in a lush carpet of yellow.

There were shelves full of books on the left and right side of the wall. Also, a desk was placed near the back of the room. It had a few knick-knacks on it and there were two stacks of papers. Harry saw a double-sided frame with a picture of Kingsley, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the Order inside of it. Harry guessed that the picture was charmed to show on both sides.

Harry sat down in a comfortable table chair that had fur for a back cushion. Harry watched Kingsley conjure up two goblets each full of an amber-colored liquid Harry recognized as Madame Rosmerta’s mead. Harry took a small sip and Kingsley gave him a small smile before he began to speak.

“Harry, I thank you for coming, I know it is your day off and I am sure you would be happy doing something else,” Kingsley said in his deep-pitched voice.

“The Minister requests a meeting and I would gladly come running,” Harry said, thinking of the irony of his youth when he used to despise the Ministry and the face of it, the Minister of Magic. “Of course, it helps that I already like you.”

Kingsley smiled a little knowingly showing his bright teeth that contrasted elegantly from his dark skin.

“Well, Harry, I’m glad you came anyway. You see, it is a very… um, pressing matter that I have been faced with. The report would have gone straight to you, but I happened to come by it and take the report to go over it before I gave it to you,” Kingsley said choosing his words carefully.

“What do you mean? Is there a case I don’t know about?” Harry said, eyeing Kingsley suspiciously.

“Yes, that would be the case, but-”

“Then please inform me, Minister,” Harry said with a hint of anger coming through. Harry did not like secrets being kept from him, not when he was the Head of the Auror Department. He needed to know everything to do his job proper. He should be the one to keep secrets; secrets should not keep them from him.

“Well, you see, it is very delicate, and I need the right person put on the job for this. We haven’t experienced something this serious in quite a while. There might be a few Aurors I would like for you to not choose for this. They might be unprepared, or… biased,” Kingsley said slowly but he said enough to get Harry’s temper down. Harry realized that this secret was not going to be a secret much longer and I looked to be an interesting mission. Maybe I’ll assign myself to this one and get some action in, Harry thought.

“Harry, you must promise me that you will not get involved in this, at all, after you have assigned the appropriate Aurors.”

So much for that idea, Harry thought. Harry pondered this and quickly resigned to agree. After all, he had put himself in for an assignment not that long ago and it would be bad form to do another one so soon, even if his assignment had turned out to be a false alarm.

“Okay, then, I promise, but why are you telling me this if you aren’t getting me involved?”

“Because, Harry, it is your children, they have gone missing.”

The words hit Harry like a sack of bricks. He did not want to believe it. He hoped desperately that George Weasley, older brother of his best friend Ron, would pop in to the room and scream, “April fools!” But Harry knew that the former twin was busy in France, and that the date was wrong for such an event.

Still, Harry did not want to believe it. He had trained his children himself. They were as tough mentally, physically, and magically as possible. They could hold their own against most of the Aurors in training. Even Lily, who was only 14, could have lasted a good fight against most.

“When, you say ‘missing’…?” Harry said after what seemed like a long time.

“We suspect old Death Eaters trying to do their former master a favor. I think that their main target is you and they are using them to get to you. I know, Harry, that they are your cildren and you feel that you must protect them, but-”

“Damn right I want to protect them!” Harry boomed standing up and beginning to pace. “I need to protect them! Anyway, how were they kidnapped? I thought you put all the security you could spare on watching them when they went to Little Whinging? If I find out they went missing when someone should have been watching-”

“Calm yourself Harry! You need to understand the whole story before you do something rash!” Kingsley waited until Harry had sat back down and his breathing became regular, instead of the fast paced huffing that he had been doing. “Now, wait until I am finished until you speak again Harry, please.”

Harry was going to start up again but he held his tongue and waited impatiently for Kingsley to start again.

“As far as our intelligence has reached, we gather that your children did reach your cousin’s house in Little Whinging, Surrey. They did pause briefly at a small restaurant on their way there. We could not go in with them, but it seemed to have gone smoothly, and they were out within an hour. They reached your cousin’s house at nine o’clock. From afar we could tell that they were safe and that they enjoyed a warm welcome. Also it seems that before bed, your children held a small meeting in one of the bedrooms. We don’t know what was said but they all went to bed with grim faces. There was a shift in the security at one in the morning. That watchman recalls seeing all three of your children’s lumpy forms in bed. Whether they were there at that time or had been replaced at that moment is hard to tell. Either way, the lumpy forms did not awake. When your cousin went in to check to see that they were alright, he found three manikins under the covers. Needless to say, I have personally checked the restaurant and the house already. I have decided that I want Rich Proudfoot on this case. He is a little older, but I worked with him a few times and he is very resourceful and a good choice for this case.”

Kingsley stopped here to observe Harry closely. Harry nodded his head in approval of the assignment, though he did it grudgingly. Kingsley pulled out his wand and gave it a casual flick.

“You promised me Harry that you would not get in this case. Now I want it in writing. You realize that this contract is magical? And that it will hold you to your word?”

Harry nodded again, afraid to open his mouth in case he started yelling at the Minister of Magic. The irony just keeps getting thicker, Harry thought.

“This contract says that you are not allowed to work in any way on this case, officially. That means that while you are on the clock you cannot assist, in any way, towards the cases finality. If you agree, please sign.”

Harry looked at Kingsley in disbelief. Then, he smiled and scratched his name at the bottom of the paper with a quill from Kingsley’s desk.

“Thank you, Kingsley. Well I must be going, lots to prepare, you know, big vacation coming up for me, I think,” Harry said in a cheery voice. Kingsley smiled warmly and showed Harry out. “This is a lovely house, you have here Minister, I must remind myself to invite you over to my place for dinner some time. Ginny keeps telling me to do so,” Harry said as he shook Kingsley’s hand.

“Yes, well, I would be glad to come, but please don’t let me intrude on your day off any longer. I’m afraid that you must be going if you wish to have any of the day left to yourself and your wife.”

Harry strolled down the lane from which he came. Although Harry was upset about his children missing, he felt better that he was going to be searching for them. A panic had risen inside of him when he had heard them missing. He was the one who convinced Ginny to let them visit his cousin, Dudley Dursley. He had said that, since James was of age, he could take them. He had also shown how good they were at dueling to prove it to her. Harry felt worried that his children were in danger and could possibly…

“This seems to be far enough,” Harry said. He turned on the spot and felt the queasy tube sensation as he Apparated away with a pop!

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Chapter 2: Harry Hails Home

With a small pop Harry was in Godric’s Hollow. Or at least, he was on the outskirts of the town square. He set off on a brisk pace, down a lane that curved toward his left. Harry took in his surroundings and re-familiarized himself with them even though he had only left the place a short time before.

He saw the shrubbery and flowers on the side of the lane and he could smell them. Harry thought, though they smelled good, they didn’t come close to the smell he associated with Ginny. He was reminded of her every time he smelled a flower and he made sure he had a vase of fresh flowers on his desk every morning. It was a bit distracting but he decided that he would rather think of Ginny than listen to some suck-up giving a report about a false alarm in a distant part of the country.

Harry came to the town square and kept his guard up, hand clutched on his wand inside his pocket, while he strolled towards his home with his ill tidings. Harry gazed in wonder at the electronic gadgets in most of the shop windows. Harry wondered how much the Muggle (non-magical people) world had changed since he had separated himself from it. Apparently, the computers of Dudley’s that Harry used to play on when his negligent relatives went out were severely outdated.

Harry finally made it to the familiar war memorial that instantly turned into the statue of his parents and baby-Harry and he passed it after a moment. When he came to the second country lane that led away from the town square he quickened his pace. He wanted to be in his home now, wanted to be holding Ginny, and most of all, Harry wanted his children back.

Before Harry strolled up to his front door he took a look further down the road at his old home, the home he never knew, the home that burned down, never to be made knew. Harry wiped away a small tear in his eye and walked through the door.

“Ginny! What are you doing?!”

“What am I doing?” Ginny almost screeched. Her face was red with anger and she stood, almost on top of Harry, with a look of pure anger. “What am I doing? I’ll tell you what I’m doing! I am standing here, worrying over my husband, who just so happens to have gone missing before I could wake up! No note! No wake-up call! NO ANYTHING! Who do you take me for Harry-” She hit him on the arm, “James-” she hit him again, “POTTER!” She hit him one final time and then turned away, muttering under her breath about how worried she was.

“Ginny, I can explain-” Harry began but he was cut off for Ginny had faced forward again, her anger renewed.

“Explain?!? You realize who you are, don’t you? You’re the Boy-Who-Lived! This means that any person who’s ever thought the Death Eaters had a good cause wants you dead! So much for the Boy-Who-Lived! You’re the Boy-Who-Made-Me-Livid! Do you know how worried I was?”

Harry, despite his predicament, let out a soft chuckle. He immediately stopped and grew wide eyed, knowing the next statement out of his wife’s mouth.

“Think this is funny do you? Got a little inside joke I should know about?” she yelled at him.

“Actually I have two jokes,” Harry said in a soft voice, holding up two fingers. “The first is: If I’m the Boy-Who-Lived then why were you worrying? Wouldn’t I just keep going on living? And the second is that I just think you are frightening when you’re angry,” he paused until she was about to start up again before he added, “Frighteningly cute, that is.”
Harry was sure that this would calm her down. Well, he thought, at least enough until I could say my piece.

“Well… you really shouldn’t… worry me so much…” Ginny said distractedly. She seemed to forget what she was saying and tapered off into a final huff of breath.

“Listen, Ginny, I have a very good reason for why I was away,” Harry said as he practically pushed her into their sitting room. The room was decorated in scarlet and gold, in remembrance of Gryffindor House.
There were a couple of squashy arm chairs and two couches placed around a coffee table. The windows were on the wall opposite the door and they faced west. It made for a spectacular dusk, with the setting sun’s colors clashing with the scarlet and gold walls. However, since it was only a short time past midday, the sun shone through the room only barely.

On the wall where the door was, there were bookcases, each filled with their old schoolbooks, their children’s old schoolbooks, books they received as presents, and books they had because they thought they should have them.

Harry directed Ginny to one of the couches and sat next to her and turning so he could look her in the eye.

“So this morning, I woke up as usual, around nine-thirty, and I got up washed and took a walk around one of the lanes to clear my head before my day off. I wanted to make sure I got all of my work tendencies out of me before I spent the rest of the day relaxing and spending time with you. When I got back I made myself some eggs and then Hagrid Floo-ed me. You know how I set him up in the Leaky Cauldron, right?”

“Yes, I know. He begged you not to but you wouldn’t take no for an answer. I was there, remember. ‘Your health is at risk, Hagrid, and I am paying for your stay here because I am your friend. Consider a gift for many birthdays to come; because you will be around for many birthdays to come do you understand me, Hagrid?’ you said. And the Hagrid bawled like a baby about how great a person you were and how you’re the best friend anyone could ever ask for. He would’ve put old Dobby to shame,” Ginny said in a smirk. Then realizing her use of Dobby she looked upset.

“Its okay, Ginny, if you can’t remember someone in good health, how are you supposed to remember anyone? And plus, Hagrid’s knees were too weak for him to keep up his exotic life. He needed a stable environment and I merely gave it to him. Well, anyway, Hagrid asked if I would mind keeping him company this morning because he wanted to go into Diagon Alley. I agreed and told him I would meet him in an hour. I finished my breakfast and I was about to start off when Kingsley Floo-ed me. He wanted to meet me also and I told him I would come to his house when I was done with Hagrid. He gave me his address and I left for The Leaky Cauldron. Hagrid and I went into Diagon Alley for some items that he required. Now before you ask,” Harry said quickly, observing Ginny and the look on her face that meant she was going to ask about the items, “Hagrid made me promise not to tell anyone and I whole-heartedly obliged. I’m sorry but if I had to get these items I don’t think I would want you to know either. When we returned, it was nearly midday so I Apparated to Kingsley’s. What he told me is something I wish never happened.”

Harry looked grim as he related the tale of their children to his wife. Ginny looked surprised when he finished. Then she burst into tears. Harry was sure that only a loss of one of her family members would result in her crying. She was a very tough witch.

“Harry, does this mean you have to quit so you can look for them?” she sobbed. Harry shook his head and pulled her closer to him before he continued.

“No, I won’t have to do that. I’ve got twenty-four years worth of sick and vacation days. Well almost that many, I have taken a few days off here and there. The way I see it, I can take a couple of weeks off before I should go back in for a week and then I can do it again. Hopefully I can find them before the first two weeks are up,” Harry said as she cried into his chest. He kissed her forehead and rubbed her back. Harry remembered the first time he ever held his daughter, Lily, and rubbed her back. He felt another pang of guilt as Ginny finally calmed down.

“You know I’m going to be coming, right?” she said, looking up at him.
A first Harry wanted to say no and that she needed to stay at her job but he knew she wouldn’t accept that so he nodded his head.

“But what about your team? The Harpies wouldn’t be the same without their star Chaser,” Harry said to her playfully.

“I’m sure the Holyhead Harpies, winner of the last three Inter-League Cups, can find an adequate replacement until I am available again. It will be a loss but since I own the record for most points by a Chaser in a single season, they will have no choice but to accept me when I return,” she said smugly. Harry grinned at her and kissed her on the lips.

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double post.....

Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione all sat in the dungeon kitchen at Grimmauld Place. Harry and Ginny were not surprised to find that it had been cleaned up quite nicely. There ceased to be a sensation of Slytherin influence anywhere in the place. As Harry explained their situation to their best friends (and Ginny’s older brother) they looked shocked and, immediately after, started explaining all the ways they would help them. Harry however quickly waved them off. Kreacher came in with their after dinner tea, while Harry spoke.

“Please stop you two. We will not be accepting any help from either of you or anyone else. It is our responsibility and we will take care of it. I know you want to help- thank you, Kreacher- but we need to do this alone. Ron I want you in charge while I am on leave. You’re the best Auror I have. You know how I run things and I hope to return to a familiar environment. Hermione, both Ginny and I will be owling you to tell you where we are. I know it goes against everything you stand for, but if you notice any, um, improper magic around our location we need you to overlook it.”

Hermione did not phase but merely nodded her head. Harry was pleasantly surprised and then he continued. “I wouldn’t ask you but since you are the Head of the Improper Use of Magic Office….” Harry looked at them while he sipped his tea. He thought that they were being unusually cooperative.

Then he looked into their eyes and noticed that they each had wanted to say something. “What is it you two?” Harry said a little annoyed.

“Can’t you see?” Ginny said to him in disbelief. “Oh they’ve wanted to tell us for ages. Hermione congratulations, is it a boy or a girl?”
Now it was Harry’s turn to look shocked. His eyes darted back and forth between his two best friends.

“Oh it is too early to tell. But we are very excited and can’t wait for our third-” Hermione said before getting cut off by Ron.

“And last!” Hermione looked at him with a frown and then finished. Harry guessed that Ron had forgotten some key points in his old book Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches.

“Yes, we are very excited, indeed for our third child. But we haven’t discussed if we want to have more know have we, Ronald?” she growled at him.

“No we haven’t dear.” Harry was amazed at how similar his friends acted to the now retired Mr. and Mrs. Weasley he had known as his surrogate parents.

They ended their night in small talk and then Harry and Ginny left after a prolonged good-bye session.

When they arrived home, both Ginny and Harry climbed into bed, kissed each other goodnight, put out their lanterns, and fell immediately to sleep.

Harry’s dreams were haunted of his children’s kidnapping and he awoke the next morning grumpy.

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Chapter 3: In Preparation

Harry awoke on the day he was set to leave to start his search for his children. He was anxious and he felt as though he should’ve left sooner, but he knew that he must be patient. The Death Eaters that kidnapped his children wouldn’t hurt them if they wanted Harry. Well, Harry thought, they wouldn’t hurt them just yet.

Harry got out of bed and looked at Ginny. She was still sleeping peacefully. He noticed how beautiful she looked as her chest rose slightly with every breath she took. He was looking forward to spending every moment of his next two weeks with her.

Harry had gone into work the day after he had been to the meeting with Kingsley and put in a request for two weeks off. He had waited impatiently for his reply. It had gone through the Minister himself, and he had been given approval for two weeks after he had finished that week. It was anxiety in its most extreme form waiting for his week to end.

Ginny also had given her notice of temporary resignation from her professional Quidditch team. They had made a big fuss and badgered Ginny about her lack of team loyalty. In fact one team member sent her a Howler, which exploded as soon as she got it, and called Ginny some very inappropriate names as well as questioning her integrity.

Ginny had put up with it all and managed to stay strong even though she couldn’t ask for sympathy from her teammates. Harry and Ginny had been told to tell nobody of their children’s disappearance. It had taken a lot out of Ginny to stand there and be called a heartless person when she was only resigning so she could find her lost children.

Harry and Ginny supported each other through that tough week and although it was because their children were kidnapped, they looked happy to get away from everyone.

Harry walked into his kitchen and sat down at his small wooden table. He let out a deep sigh. Somehow he knew that he had been keeping that sigh in for the past week, waiting for the moment when he would be able to let it out.

Harry looked around at his quaint kitchen. It was divided into two different parts, separated by a counter. The first part bore the stove and cabinets for ingredients. There was also a door that led to a small pantry with preserved goods and snacks. The second part of the room had the small table Harry was sitting at with small drawers built into the wall for silverware and dishes. Harry made himself some toast and walked around his house. He wanted to get one last look at each and every room before he left for his small excursion.

He moved into his formal dining room and instantly a memory of a dinner with Ron and Hermione had popped into his head. He had invited Ron and Hermione to spend their evening with himself and Ginny shortly after they moved into their new home. It was a couple of years after the fall of Voldemort. Harry remembered being relieved to finally have his own place. He and Ginny had been staying with Ron and Hermione in Grimmauld Place. They helped fix it up and had a very good time there.

When Ron and Hermione walked in, Harry had immediately taken their cloaks and hung them up in the closet to the right of the front door. Harry showed them the main parts of the house; the kitchen, the study (where Harry spent his time going through paperwork from the office, and where Ginny spent her time going through scouting reports of opposing teams), and Harry showed them the sitting room just as the sun was setting. They gasped when they entered it.

Ron made a comment to Harry in a whisper so Hermione or Ginny could hear. He had said, “So I can guess where you and Ginny slept the first night you were here. Better not be sneaking off to this room while I’m here, though, if you want to keep your job, as well as your life.” Harry and Ron chuckled to themselves and both acted innocent when Hermione asked suspiciously what was wrong with them.

The dinner had gone smoothly, and Harry was happy with his acquisition of the house. Harry took a look into the spare bedroom that was used so often. The list of its inhabitants was very long and seemed to grow too fast for Harry’s liking. He was a little glad that he could refuse someone the room now that he would not be in the house too much over the next two weeks.

He and Ginny (with a little help from Hermione) had come up with a plan for their searching. They had agreed to check the Dursley home as well as the restaurant. If they didn’t find anything they would follow the Auror who was on the case around until he unearthed a clue for them.
When they were done searching, they would Apparate back to their bedrooms and sleep until it was time to search again.

Harry meandered back towards his bedroom to wake Ginny. She was still sleeping contently when he arrived there. He gently shook her and she woke up. They were quiet as they prepared themselves for what they might find on their detective mission.

“Are you ready to go?” Harry asked his wife, feeling ready himself.

“Yes, what about you?” Harry nodded. They walked into their backyard and Apparated.

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Harry looked at his surroundings. He looked at the familiar scenery.

Harry saw the similar houses. He was taunted by them with his childhood and the miserable life he had known there. Harry looked at the lawns. They were each cared for as if they were each in a competition; green, lush, and every strand the same height as the next. The order and tidiness of the place screamed Petunia Dursley. But she did not live there anymore. Number 4 Privet Drive was now occupied by her son, Dudley, and his wife, Veronica. They strolled up the driveway and knocked on the door.

“Dudley, dear someone is here for you!”

Veronica Dursley was tall and had big dull brown eyes. They were a dark brown that could be mistaken for black at a distance. She was bony but not as bony as was Petunia Dursley. She had dirty blonde hair that trailed down her back. She had a very small nose and small ears with tiny points near the tops.

When Harry walked in and greeted his cousin’s spouse. He had not been inside the house in a few years and he was looking at the few changes that had been made. The walls were a shade of brown that Harry recognized from a few owls he had come across.

The television had been moved from one side of the room to the other and the dining room looked the same as it had when he had lived at Number 4 Privet Drive.

The kitchen was tidy and clean (though, admittedly, not as clean as Harry’s Aunt Petunia had kept it) and there was a small carpet at the foot of the stairs.

“Hello, Harry! Wasn’t expecting you, but a pleasant surprise nonetheless!” Harry’s larger cousin Dudley exclaimed, stepping onto the carpet at the bottom of the stairs.

The only difference between the seventeen-year-old Dudley and the Dudley that stood before Harry now, was a small, blonde mustache. “What brings you here? Are you here to drop off your children? I must say, I have been dying to meet them, but I thought they were to come last week not this one?”

Harry eyed his cousin. Harry had guessed that this would be the case.

His cousin had a memory charm on him, making him forget that his children had arrived and disappeared already.

“No, Dudley, I’m not but I am glad to see that you are fine and doing well,” Harry said politely gesturing around to indicate the fine job he did on Number 4. “Well, I don’t know how to say this….” Harry trailed off thinking how to best put what he wanted to say next. Dudley looked at him in earnest. “Listen, my children have already been here. They did come last week, and we think that they were kidnapped either here or along the way.”

Dudley face gave him a look like he was crazy, and then bemused expression crossed it as if Harry was pulling a fast one on him, then, finally, making a last change to a frightened stare.

“D-does… what you d-do have t-to do with t-this?” Dudley whispered, shrinking into a seat. Harry sat in a chair next to him and looked at Dudley pityingly. After all this time, after getting used to Harry using magic in front of him, Dudley still feared magic as if it were the plague.

“Yes, Dudley, it does. I believe that you have a memory charm on you so that you would not remember James, Lily, and Albus coming, and we,” gesturing out of the room, to where Ginny was keeping Veronica out of the way, “believe the people that took my children were also magical.”

Dudley flinched upon the utterance of the word magical.

“Well what are you going to do?” Dudley whispered after a thought. Harry eyed Dudley and then replied.

“Well, if you’ll let me I’d like to try and take this memory charm off of you so that you can remember the night and help me with any information that you have. Then, I’ll search the room where they stayed and then Ginny and I will be on our way,” Harry said slowly, making his modus operandi clear.

Dudley looked more scared than before but finally nodded quickly and closed his eyes.

“Well, first you have to sign this so I don’t lose my job at the Ministry….” Harry said waving his wand and making a formal looking piece of paper appear and made it float in front of Dudley. He opened his eyes, and moved back in his seat at the sight of the sudden arrival of the paper.

“Oh, yes, of course,” Dudley stammered, then quickly took out a pen and scribbled his name at the bottom. Then, closing his eyes he said, “Alright Harry, I- I think I’m ready.”

Harry pointed his wand forward. He did not know if the memory charm was powerful or if it had been clumsily cast, in the midst of a stealthy get-a-way. Either way, Harry prepared his mind, because if he back fired, Harry would have an identical charm on him and his cousin’s mind would be fried.

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Chapter 4: Dudley Demented part Deux

Harry took in a deep breath. In his mind he said the incantation that would initiate him to poke Dudley’s mind for any magical barriers; barriers that were hampering his memory and, maybe, the key to Harry’s children’s kidnapping.

Adceive Obliviate Holomentify, Harry thought. Immediately Harry’s mind was plunged in dense fog. If he had a hand in this state of mind, and he held it in front of his face, he would not be able to see it. A few moments of confusion and the fog began to lessen. He did not know where, or even how, he was, but he somehow knew how to get what he wanted. It had been like this since the first time he attempted to unblock a memory charm on a person.

He had come across a wizard on a mission who had seemed to forgotten that he was a wizard. Harry had not known if dark magic was in play so he could not wait for professionals to sort out the wizard so he performed the spell himself, knowing the theory behind it, and successfully completed his mission before anything else went astray.

Thankfully, he did not lose the wizard’s sanity although he was dazed for a few hours. Harry had resolved to only use the spell in an emergency and he had only used twice since then.

Now, however, Harry felt an odd sense about him. He knew he had to think hard about the circumstances around the memory he thought was blocked so that he could unblock it but he felt an odd urge to think about his childhood rather than do the task he set out to do. Harry felt certain that this urge was made from dark magic.

Harry focused his mind more than he ever had before. He focused on any memories having to do with his children. He willed Dudley’s mind to show him the memories.

Even with his concentration, the urge settled in again. Frustrated, Harry tried to block out anything that did not have to do with Harry’s children.

If only I tried this hard at Occlumency, Harry subconsciously thought.

In an instant, Harry was watching the events of the night that James, Lily, and Albus arrived at the Dursley’s home.

“My dear, boy, you have grown, and a fine grip you have also!” Dudley Dursley bellowed with a grin on his face as he shook James Potter’s hand enthusiastically. “Last time I saw you, you must have been this tall.” Dudley gestured to his side, waist high. With a greeting from James, Harry’s cousin moved on to Albus.

“Hello, Uncle Dudley,” Albus Severus Potter said walking quickly over to his uncle and lamely held out his hand. Dudley merely looked at Albus with a bemused expression and then brought his nephew into an embrace. Having never ‘officially’ met his uncle, Albus, looked shocked, but then let himself become buried into his uncle’s substantial stomach.

Albus had only ever been in his uncle’s presence once before. At that time, Albus had been only a few moths old and could not be expected to remember the event, even though he had been told of the occasion many times. Albus moved onto his Aunt Veronica as did James before him.

With a mutter under his breath of the likeness between Albus and his father, Dudley turned to greet his niece, the youngest of them all, and the one he was most fond of.

“Well, well, who do we have here? I believe the last time I saw you was not so long ago, was it?” Dudley chuckled as Lily Potter threw her arms (not completely) around her uncle as he chuckled. She had been to see her uncle and aunt before in the summer for the past ten years, and once when she was a couple months old. Harry and Ginny had seen how joyful the experience had been for Lily when they introduced her to Harry’s cousin and they liked to see her happy.

“You have grown into quite the beautiful young lady, you know,” Dudley whispered to her and gave her a last squeeze and let her go to be fawned over by his wife. Dudley enjoyed seeing his niece and nephews.
Although he didn’t like magic, Dudley had been to Godric’s Hollow once, and he felt like it wasn’t such a bad place to live at. It hadn’t seemed out of the ordinary at all. If he hadn’t known any better than he wouldn’t have even guessed that the people who lived there were magical.

Harry observed that the night had gone without a hitch.

But there was one thing that bothered Harry. His children were never together for more than five minutes at a time. He could not keep track of where they all were at one time. Harry had once glimpsed James gulping, not just drinking, a glass of milk. Other than that, it had been a quiet evening at Number 4 Privet Drive.

When it was time for the ‘meeting’ between his children, Harry walked to his old room. Thankfully, Dudley had been in hearing distance when they convened, so Harry was able to get close enough to hear the details for them talking in the middle of the night. Harry heard their voices as he got closer. He walked through the door to his old room and saw his children sitting on the floor.

“… Need for me to be here, he should have sent someone with less power or experience,” Harry heard James voice say. Although it was his son and his son’s voice, James was using a tone that was unusual for him.

“That is exactly why you are here! He needed someone who could pass as Harry Potter’s seventeen year old son. You are aware of the boy’s skill?” Lily said. But Harry knew that these were not his children. These were impersonators. They had already been switched.

“Yes, I am, but there are others that could pass as the prodigy James Potter. I am better suited for more difficult tasks. In fact, I believe I will be controlling everyone in a short while,” the man impersonating James said pompously. Albus laughed quietly to himself. “And what are you laughing about?”

“Oh, I am laughing at the fact that you think so highly of yourself. You honestly believe that you are stronger than KD? You have obviously never seen him get angry. He may seem impressionable to a gullible, self-bloated weakling such as you, but that is merely a cover to hide his true power. If you think yourself good enough to challenge him, then do so, I’ll enjoy taking your place,” Albus said nonplussed.

Harry was thoroughly interested now. Who was this KD? Where did he come from that he became so powerful? How did the person impersonating Albus know so much about this wizard? How had he started this organization of followers, without Harry knowing, as the Head of Aurors?

But if Harry thought he was going to get any more useful information, he was mistaken. The impersonators became quiet. The only thing he heard from the rest of their meeting was the fact that they were taking Poly-juice potion. They had taken it at different times and one of them distracted the Dursley’s while the other two took their potion from a flask. Then the other two would distract the Dursleys while the last one would take it.

Also, one of them stayed up and woke the other two up on the hour of their time to take the potion and switched shifts. It was very efficient and seemed to be planned ahead.

By morning Harry was dead tired. He knew that it would seem like only a moment in the present, but he would be knackered once he arrived there.

Harry watched helplessly as Dudley was Obliviated from behind by Lily when he was eating breakfast. James did the same to Veronica and then the three of them Apparated out of the house and to a place out of reach to Harry. Harry waited patiently for the tug he was about to feel.
It came and Harry was tugged into present day, moments after he had unblocked the memory charm on Dudley. Dudley sat there panting and glossy eyed.

Harry got up and shook him a bit. He had been afraid of this. His cousin had panicked at seeing his own memories and he was now emptier than a pantry after a party of teenagers had gone through it.

Harry put his head down, preparing to tell his cousin’s wife that her husband had lost his mind and that he would need to go to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

“Harry? Were those my memories?” Dudley’s tired voice gasped.

Harry smiled then nodded. Dudley looked confused and then said, “So… those weren’t my real niece and nephews? They were the kidnappers pretending to be your children?” Again Harry nodded. He collapsed on the chair and fell asleep, as did Dudley.

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When Harry woke he was in the bed he had slept in during his Hogwarts years. The sheets, scratchy and uncomfortable, were numerous in number and buried Harry. He uncovered himself and left his room. It was morning. Harry had slept for nearly twenty-four hours. It was a record for Harry. It had taken a lot out of him to get that memory.

“Oh, you finally decide to get up!” Harry turned around and saw Ginny coming at him from the kitchen. They whispered quietly and Harry reassured her that he would inform her later but they needed to leave.
After a quick goodbye, a surreptitious look from Dudley, and Harry and Ginny departed.

Harry told Ginny of Dudley’s memory when they had arrived at Godric’s Hollow.

“Do you know the person their talking about?” Ginny asked. She had been as interested in the KD person as Harry had been.

“I don’t know who it is, but he can’t be good. He seems to be the head of whatever is going on. He’s the leader. And if they’re going to fall, he needs to go.”

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Adceive Obliviate, Holomentify

Adceive: to take away

Obliviate: Obliviate,

Holomentify: To make mind whole

to take away Obliviate, to make mind whole

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Chapter 5: Arm Robbery

Harry and Ginny had decided to wait a few days before checking out the restaurant. Harry had heard of the Auror checking it out already and he unearthed no clues. Harry found that he needed the rest as well. Ever since his retrieval from Dudley, Harry had grown increasingly tired. Finally, after three days, Ginny forced him to spend the entire day in bed. She would not let him do anything that took away energy. Harry spent the entire day going through the memory he had witnessed, and reading records of wizards and witches in the past half-century, searching for someone with the initial KD.

Harry was incredibly bored and just wanted to begin his search again. He felt that each moment he did not find his children, they were tortured or worse. Harry surged with anger of his helplessness and threw the records he was holding on the floor.

Harry turned to his right to look out the window. Harry saw hid reflection vaguely. Harry took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, he was so tired. He looked back at the window and saw his face. But it wasn’t his face. It was his son’s; Albus’. Harry saw the scared look on the face of his youngest son and knew he needed him.

Harry turned from the window and buried his face in his pillow. He had let his kids down and now he was paying the price. He felt more terrible than he had in his entire life. He was responsible for letting his children visit their aunt and uncle on their own and he was responsible for them getting kidnapped. Yet, he lay there, safe in his bed, not doing anything to help, because he was too tired. That was an excuse for a toddler, not an Auror, or even a half-educated boy wizard.

Harry let his resentment flow through his mind as he was carried off to sleep once again.

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“Harry? Harry? Get up, you!” Harry heard a voice say, followed by someone, probably the same person, shaking him.

“Ginny, what is it? Am I finally allowed out of bed yet?” Harry opened his eyes and looked around. Even though his vision was fuzzy, Harry could tell that nobody was there. Ginny must have left me to get up on my own, Harry thought. Harry put on his glasses, and, while doing so, heard a sound from his right. Harry drew his wand from the bedside table quickly and sat up; pointing the wand towards the spot he had heard the noise.

At the window, a black owl had just perched on the window sill. Harry had never seen one like this before; it was large and seemed to be able to carry a heavy package if needed. It had long dark talons, almost as if they had come from a large bird of prey and it’s beak was slightly larger than most. It looked at Harry; no, it glared at Harry, and pecked the window once, then stared at Harry, who walked over to the window, opened it, and let the owl flutter over to the table.

Harry reached for the letter that was tied around its massive legs. Before he could take it, however, the owl pecked him. It was not a warning peck, or a good-natured peck; it was a hard, injury-intended peck. His forearm began to go numb and he used his left hand to grab the letter which the owl let him do.

Soon deceased,

You have been chosen to be a victim of KD. You, most likely, do not know who I am or even heard of me. I have been recently hiding to avoid blame for incidents I have caused in the past in my home country.

But I digress; Mr. Potter, you have already been pecked by the poisonous beak of my faithful owl, Lilith, she has yet to fail my desires and you have been infected with a fast-acting poison I created. It will slowly numb your whole body, preventing you from moving. Then it will take away all your memories; and when you are wondering why you are alive, your brain will stop working and then your heart, and you will die, not knowing any good memories of your life, just a empty emotionless creature to be pitied, much like the dementors.

By now, I hope you are smart enough to realize that this letter is a distraction, or I will feel as though you were not such a worthy adversary after all, and that I shouldn’t have wasted my time on you.
With all this said, please have a try at saving yourself. It will amuse me.

KD

Harry’s anger grew as the rest of his right arm went numb. He looked at the owl that brought this upon him. It gave him another glare, and before Harry could curse it, it flew out the window and into the safe sky.
Harry rushed out of the room and tried to find Ginny. Harry felt the numbness creep onto his shoulder as his search turned up fruitless.

Harry Apparated to Grimmauld place and yelled for Ron or Hermione once he got inside. They were not there either. Thinking desperately, Harry Apparated to St. Mungo’s and took out his wand with his left hand. Harry knew that once the poison spread from his arm he couldn’t receive help. Seeing this as his only option Harry screamed for help then used his wand to conjure a machete. Just before someone ran into his view, Harry levitated the large knife and forced it to cut his right arm off. As he blacked out, Harry hoped that the poison hadn’t spread any further, and that the Healers would be able to stabilize him.

Ron, Hermione, the rest of the Weasleys, Ted Tonks, Ginny, and Kingsley Shacklebolt all waited in St Mungo’s outside of Harry’s room. Harry had been given a private room with its own waiting room outside.

It had been two days since Harry’s arrival at St. Mungo’s and the Weasleys, Minister, and Teddy had all been frequent to the waiting room outside Harry’s room. But Ginny had not left once. She even got into an argument with the Head Healer, telling the Head that she would be sleeping in the waiting room no matter what.

Harry had been attended to by three expert healers and five trainees. They had not allowed anyone to visit him; he was still shaky. Also, he hadn’t woken up or shown any sign of life other than the fact that his heart was still beating.

The Healers strongly suspected that Harry would not make it. He had lost a lot of blood and they weren’t sure whether or not that their blood replenishing potions had worked fast enough. They managed to bring him out of critical condition, but he was not stable, and needed to be monitored twenty-four hours a day.

The waiters had also been interrogated to why Harry was in this condition. They each submitted to Veritaserum interrogation, and they had all been eliminated as suspects. Ginny seemed a wreck but stayed quiet and replied in short, un-toned answers when she was talked to. They all tried to comfort her, but she needed Harry to be okay, and he was far from it.

She felt responsible for him. She had woken him up and then left him to go into their back garden. She had been so wrapped up in her hobby of keeping potion-usable plants; she never heard his screams. Then when she heard of his condition from one of the Healers she almost fainted herself and cried silently.

Finally, after two days of waiting for a sign of life, Harry’s eyes opened wide and he muttered, “KD….” He immediately shut his eyes and went back into the coma-like state he had been in. The two trainees that were monitoring him wrote down his words and reaction, checked his vitals and sent the report to the Healer in charge.

When Ginny heard of this abrupt change in behavior, she was thrilled that he showed signs of life but after a few hours with nothing new, she resumed her silent behavior of reflection.

Another couple of days passed, and no new signs of recovery showed, at least mentally. His body became stabilized, his blood returned. The only thing wrong about him was that he was missing his arm.

On the fifth day that he was in the hospital, Harry woke up and stayed up.

Harry told the Healers of the events that passed, from the arrival of the owl to him searching for his friends and finally to how he stopped the poison from spreading. The Healers admitted that they found an unidentifiable potion inside his arm. They catalogued it and described it with help from Harry into their report.

Harry was allowed to see his wife and friends, three at a time the next day. First he saw Ginny, Hermione, and Ron. Then he saw Ginny, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. After that he saw Ginny, Victoire and Teddy. Next he greeted Ginny, Bill and Fleur. Then he was visited by Ginny, George and Charlie. And finally, he saw Ginny, Percy and Kingsley. They all were happy to seem him alive and conscious and hoped him a good recovery.
Harry was permitted to walk around in the evening and he was released the next day. Without his wand arm, Harry thought that he would be forced to live a squib life but Hermione instantly searched Transfiguration and Potion books to replace his arm. Harry was glad to have her as a friend. Meanwhile, Harry was given a permit to leave work until he felt that he was able to return, or he resigned, once his ‘vacation’ time was up. Harry wanted to search for his children but he knew he needed his wand arm if he was going to be helpful in the search.

“Harry,” Hermione said during a lunch break from her researching for Harry’s arm problem at Grimmauld place a couple of days after Harry’s ‘vacation’ time was up, “I have been thinking, and, well… You see, I’ve been searching and I haven’t seen anything that can replace your arm. There are spells to replace small things like fingers or fingernails but they are not recommended for bigger things like your arm. And there are potions to grow back your bones and such, but that wouldn’t be much help if you don’t have skin, tissue, and nerves around them. It seems pretty hopeless if you ask me. I am still going to search but I don’t want to get your hopes up too much.”

Harry nodded and finished his lunch. He had suspected that there was nothing to help him. He knew that it might come to his last, desperate hope. Ron and Ginny were quiet as they watched Harry.

“Hermione, it is fine. I’m sure you’ll find something. I have confidence in you.” Harry walked out of the room and headed for the door. He knew what he had to do, who he had to see, and what he needed to ask.

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With a pop! Harry appeared in an old pub. It wasn’t even close to busy. There was only one other person inside the pub, who nodded to Harry. Harry walked over to a small table with many knick-knacks on it. Harry looked at one of them, nodded to it, and a passage opened itself. Harry thanked the barman and headed down the passage.

Harry arrived in an entrance hall like room. He spotted the door ahead of him and made for it. Once he reached it, Harry took a deep breath and walked out into the seventh floor corridor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Harry made his way down the corridor. After a few turns, Harry found himself standing in front of a statue of a gargoyle. He looked at the gargoyle that suddenly looked back at Harry. It put its head down and turned it slightly as if to hear something from behind it. It nodded slowly and then leapt out of Harry way. The pedestal on which it was standing descended into the ground and a spiral staircase was shown. Harry made his way up the staircase and knocked once before entering the Headmistress’ office.

“Ah, hello Harry,” a voice said from behind the Headmistress’ desk, “The Headmistress is not here Harry but I have a feeling,” the portrait said, looking at Harry’s absence of right arm, “that you aren’t looking for her.”

“Yes, Professor Dumbledore, I wanted to talk to you.”

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Chapter 6: Ersetzen Arthrono

“Well then, how can I be of service to you? If it is my knowledge you seek, you must know that I do not know everything that I did while I was alive. I only have the portions that my real self left me,” Albus Dumbledore said, in the form of his portrait. He was located directly behind the desk. To the right of Dumbledore, another frame had been planted. In the frame sat the short-termed Headmaster, Severus Snape. He scowled at Harry and turned his back on him. Harry smiled and addressed Dumbledore.

“Yes, I know that. But I believe you will have the information I seek. If you don’t than I will be one-armed Harry for the rest of my life.” Harry stopped and returned the smile that rose on his old Headmaster’s face. “You know, I assume, that Riddle gave Wormtail a silver hand?” Dumbledore nodded. “Well then you can guess my interest in the occasion.”

Harry gestured to his right side, indicating where his arm might be.
“First, Harry, I must know how your arm ca e to be missing. While Wormtail’s hand was replaced, it was not severed with dark magic. If your arm was, then the feat cannot be duplicated,” the Headmaster said. Harry explained the potion and its result. Dumbledore smiled when he concluded.

“Very good, Harry. You thought quickly. It is a good thing that it wasn’t removed with dark magic; otherwise you would have no chance. Now I can help you.” Dumbledore explained the origin of the spell Voldemort had used on Peter Pettigrew.

It had been invented by Salazar Slytherin himself. After he departed from the school, Slytherin traveled the world enhancing his knowledge of magic. He had met an old wizard in a town in what is now Australia. The wizard had been searching for silver in the area and Slytherin agreed to help him for a while, hoping to gather the man’s knowledge as well as make him richer. Slytherin and the wizard had found their quarry and celebrated.

However in a mining accident the wizard lost his leg. Feeling sympathy for the wizard he had spent so much time with, Slytherin used some of the silver around him to replace the man’s leg.

Over the years, presumably in the Chamber of Secrets, Slytherin honed his skills, including the transfiguration spell he invented so that he did not need a vat of silver close by and he could simply conjure a silver-like substance to replace body parts.

“You see, Harry, Slytherin valued the ability to heal, mainly so he could heal himself in a crisis, and especially concentrated on spells like this one. It will take you a considerable amount of effort to do this spell. I know you have the power but you need the concentration. You should practice with broken objects. Conjure silver legs to chairs and such when you feel you are ready cast it upon yourself, pointing the wand at your shoulder. The spell is pronounced Ersetzen Arthrono. Use caution, Harry, because if done wrong, you could end up worse than before.”

Harry thanked Dumbledore and left the Headmaster's office. Hearing behind him Dumbledore and Snape talking. "Hey, Severus, aren't his eyes beautiful? Couldn't you just die looking into them?"
"Oh, shut up! Give it a rest why don't you? Twenty-four years later and all you can talk about is how I died..." came Snape's reply.

Harry left Hogwarts the same way he came. Harry thought of the difficulty before him. He knew that this would take time, but it seemed that if he spent all the necessary time on the task, he would surely have missed his opportunity to save his children and stop this KD. Harry wanted to do this quickly. What he needed was more time to work on the spell. He needed to freeze the current time, master the spell, and then return so that, virtually, no time had actually passed.

Harry got an idea. It would technically lower his life span, but he still had half of his life left. Harry smiled as he departed the Hog’s Head and walked to a safe Apparition point.

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“Hermione?” Harry asked, walking into the library at Grimmauld Place. Hermione had buried herself in books every moment she had free time since Harry made his recovery. She looked distraught as she slowly pawed through a book. “Hermione, listen, you need some rest. Go and have a lie down, I’ll search for now.”

Hermione needed to be dragged to her feat and Harry helped her stumble to her bedroom. She collapsed and immediately fell asleep. Harry went searching for Ron, hoping his best friend could do him a favor.

Harry found him, not surprisingly, eating in the kitchen. He had a huge sandwich in front of him and he was about to sit down to his snack.

“Hullo, Harry! Come and eat with me! You can make yourself a sandwich, can’t you?” Ron said merrily and picked up his own sandwich, eying it greedily.

“No thanks Ron. Listen I need to tell you something, and then I need to leave. I also need you to pass along the information to Hermione and Ginny. I don’t know how to say this….”

Ron put down his snack and listened to Harry. He didn’t like what he was hearing but Harry was his best mate and he needed this favor extremely. Harry explained to Ron the etymology of the spell Voldemort used to repair Pettigrew’s hand. Then he told him of his plan to master the spell. Harry could tell that Ron didn’t like the plan.

“I guess you’re telling me to tell Hermione and Ginny because you know that they will both refuse to let you do it?” Ron said, knowing the answer. Harry nodded and Ron gave a sigh. “How long do you think you’ll be out for?”

Harry hadn’t thought about it. “I don’t know. I could be gone for an afternoon, or for a second. There’s also the possibility that it won’t work and I’ll be gone for a year or more. That’s why I’m telling you. You three need to be prepared for the worst case scenario.”

Ron nodded grudgingly. Then he spoke in protest. “Listen, mate, I’m all for your plan, I think you need your arm back and this spell sounds like the best option. But if you’re gone for that long, you know who the girls will blame, right? They’ll blame me! I’ll be sleeping outside eating scraps by the time you get back.”

Harry did not smile at this because it was likelihood that the girls would blame Ron. “I understand your concern, but if all goes according to plan, you don’t have to worry. I will hopefully be back right after you tell them so they can take the anger out on me.”

“You better hope that all goes according to plan, because if it doesn’t and they don’t kill you, I will.”

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Two days later, Harry received a letter. Ginny wanted to know who it was from, but Harry rejected her inquisitiveness. Right away, Harry sent an owl to Ron, telling him to bring Hermione to Godric’s Hollow.

“Ginny, listen, I need to go out but Ron and Hermione are coming over. When they get here I want you to take them to the sitting room and have some tea. I might be a while so just have some conversation about, well, you know, this-and-that. Explain to them that I had to go away for a bit and will be with them shortly, okay?” Harry paused to catch his breath. He had been talking really fast, anxious to get out of the house.

Ginny nodded at Harry, and before she could ask what this was about or where he was going, Harry departed from the house.

Harry took one last look at Godric’s Hollow, to preserve an image in his mind while he was gone. Then, turning on the spot, Harry Disapparated.

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Harry looked at the blank wall. Quickly going over the list of things he made that he would need during his stay, Harry began to pace back and forth parallel to the wall. He thought hard about what he needed and when he looked up a door was in the wall. Harry smiled as he opened it and stepped inside.

Harry looked around the room. It looked like a Muggle hotel suite (having examined one in one of his Auror missions). The main room had comfortable chairs on lush carpet. The walls seemed to be made of good looking cement, as if made to have things thrown against them.

In the direct center of the room, the same cement-like substance on the walls was on the floor. Harry knew that this was the training area he had asked for. The square was a 9x9 slab and when Harry stepped onto it, he felt an electric current flow through him. Knowing what the feeling was, Harry took out his wand feebly with his left hand and said “Stupefy” pointing to a small table. When the red jet of light reached the end of the cement, it seemed to hit a wall and dissipated.

Harry stepped off the slab and walked over to one of the many doors on the side of the room. The first door he tried opened to show a bedroom. The second door showed a full bathroom. The third held many chairs that were each missing a leg.

Smiling Harry tried the last door. The room beyond the door had nothing in it. The floor and walls were grey and dull. Harry had a feeling that he knew what this room was. He closed the door and though hard about a camera he had seen in a Muggle shop. Then he opened the door and, sitting in the middle of it was the camera he had been thinking about.

Harry snapped a picture of himself and waited for it to develop. Harry had seen the camera in the Muggle shop the previous year in Godric’s Hollow. He heard some Muggles pass by and they noticed the camera also. They talked about how outdated it was, although it was useful if you wanted to get a picture right away.

When the picture was done, Harry looked at it. It had not been enchanted so the Harry inside of it did not move. Harry walked to the bathroom and placed the picture on the top of a mirror hanging above the sink.

Then Harry walked back out into the main room. Harry noticed a clock on a small table he hadn’t seen before. It was a digital clock. Or rather it was two digital clocks. Two different times were being kept. Harry had not asked for something like this and he studied the display.

The time near the top of the display panel showed that it was 10:05:13. The seconds were being kept at the usual pace. But on the bottom of the display, a separate time was being kept at a slower pace. It read 10:02:23 and the seconds did not update for the entire time that he was there. Harry did a quick calculation and realized he had been inside the room for roughly three minutes. And he had left Godric’s Hollow a few minutes before ten.

Next to the double clock stood a calendar. It was like the calendar he had at his office. When the day was done you flipped it back and it had the next day underneath. There was also a place for notes on the bottom. The date read the day he had left Godric’s Hollow.

Harry grinned. His plan had worked. He had created a room that would enable him to train for a year and get his right arm back, and it would only seem to be an hour or so in the real world.

Harry was eager to start, but he needed to see into something. Harry walked over to the fourth door. The Secondary Room of Requirement he had asked for when pacing out in the seventh floor corridor. Needing a book on opposite hand magic, Harry paced before the door. When he opened Harry saw a small shelf with few books on it to his right. Walking over and taking the books, Harry prepared to learn how to become a wizard all over again. A left-handed wizard.

“Well, I better start reading. Too bad Hermione isn’t here to do it for me.” Suddenly, in the chair next to Harry a doll appeared. It was small in size but looked exactly like Hermione. “Well there had to be at least one setback. Oh man… I’m trapped in a magical room and it has a sense of humor! It’s going to be a long year….”

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Chapter 7: A Year Without Harry

Ron pushed Hermione to the door. Ron had told her of Harry’s request to come over and Hermione did not seem to want to go just yet.

“But Ron! I am not ready yet, I need to pick out a better outfit!” Hermione complained as Ron shut the door behind them. He knew he had to get there quick. He wanted to make sure he told the pair of women what they should expect when Harry showed up. He will have aged a year or more if Harry’s plan worked. He might look completely different, not to mention he’d have his arm back. Their wives needed to be prepared, because if they weren’t, bad things could happen to them, or Ron and Harry.

Hermione refused to walk any further and stood her ground, scowling at him. Ron sighed and gave her a pleading look.

“Hermione we need to go now. We have to get there as soon as possible. If we don’t… well, let’s just say you won’t like the consequences,” Ron said gesturing her to a spot behind a tree from which they could Apparate.

Hermione looked livid but she allowed Ron to lead her to the spot.
Smirking Hermione said something that made Ron stop.

“So, we need to get there quick, but your fine with spending a few minutes behind a tree with me doing Merlin knows what?” Hermione said in sincerity.

Ron looked dumbfounded and opened his mouth to protest, to tell Hermione that all he intended for them to do behind the tree was Apparate to Godric’s Hollow, but Hermione smirked at him and Ron knew she was joking.

“Well, come on then,” and Ron spied around from behind the tree, to see if anyone had seen them. Spotting no one, Ron and Hermione departed London, via Apparition.

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Ginny sat at her kitchen table eating toast. She couldn’t figure out why Harry behaved so peculiar. He almost seemed like Hermione when she was about to run off to the library to research one of their problems.

Then it hit her. Harry had found a way to get back his arm. That is why he acted like he did. The letter must have been from someone who knew how to help him. Then he ran off to get his arm, meanwhile, his wife and friends would be waiting anxiously for his glamorous arrival.

Ginny felt proud that she worked this out all by herself, but she wished Harry would have let her go with him. She had every right to be there, and if this guy had turned out to cause trouble, she could help him. Ginny felt a sense of worry for her husband, because he was venturing into a potentially dangerous situation, almost defenseless.

“But Harry knows better than that, doesn’t he?” Ginny asked her self as she heard a rap of knuckles on her front door. Ginny stood up, and welcomed in her friends.

Ron looked nervous and Hermione looked confused but pleased to see Ginny.

“Hullo, Ginny! I bet you were expecting us, weren’t you?” Hermione said as Ginny ushered them into the sitting room. Ron was looking around the house frantically, trying to spot any sign of Harry.

“Yes, I was. Ron, are you alright?” Ginny said, concerned. Ron immediately changed his nervous behavior, resolved that Harry was not in the house.

“Yes, I’m fine. Is Harry here, Ginny?” Ron said, taking one last look in the hall before taking his seat in the sitting room.

“No, I’m afraid he’s not. He told me that he will be with us shortly however,” Ginny said cheerfully. She asked her two best friends if they would like to have some tea, which the agreed to. They each chatted about their own happenings at work, Ginny telling one or two stories of her Quidditch matches. Soon, they had been in each other’s company for a half hour. Ginny became restless of Harry’s absence. She was frequently watching the door, wishing Harry to walk through it.

Resolving that Harry would show up when he was able, Ginny resumed listening to her friends. Hermione was talking about her last case in her office.

“-and the ironic thing is that old Blenheim Stalk was showing magic to these Muggles, as if to make them be aware of his powers. It’s quite ridiculous. I’m afraid old Blenheim is off his rocker. I would have never- Harry!” Hermione shouted the last part, making Ron jump (he had been previously falling asleep with boredom). True as Hermione’s screech, Harry stood inn the doorway, looking jubilant at the sight of his friends and wife in one place.

“Hullo! Thank you, Ron. I’m glad that you did everything I told you to do,” Harry said as Hermione’s and Ginny’s faces turned to watch Ron’s face go red. Ginny was about to inquire to what Harry was talking about when Harry sat next to her and kissed her. “You have no idea how good it is to finally do that again!” Harry chuckled to himself. The women looked confused.

“What do you mean? You did it right before you left. Its only been a half hour,” Ginny said. Harry just looked at her and sighed.

“I guess I owe everyone here an explanation. The truth is, I’ve been gone for a year,” Harry let out, closing his eyes in anticipation.

“What are you talking about? You sent Ron an owl an hour ago, so you couldn’t have been gone for a year,” Hermione said in one breath. She gave Harry a piercing glare. Harry sighed again.

“Okay, I’m going to tell you the story, but you have to wait until I’m finished to ask me questions, so please just hold your tongues until then.” Harry took a deep breath.

“Well, it starts with Peter Pettigrew.” Harry saw that Hermione had every intention of interrupting but Harry gestured for her to be quiet. Then, he continued. “Yes, well, I know that he is dead, Hermione, but I’m talking about when he was alive. Do you remember when, in our fourth year at Hogwarts, Riddle gave Pettigrew that silver hand? Well, I remembered that a few days ago, and I wanted to see if I could use the same technique to replace my arm. I also knew that Riddle had used it, so I wanted to check if it was Dark Magic. I went to Dumbledore’s portrait, knowing that the real Dumbledore would have left all his memories of Riddle with his portrait.”

“Once Dumbledore told me the incantation, and that it wasn’t dark, I had to practice with it. If just used the spell, it could’ve gone terribly wrong for me. I had to master the spell before I could use it on myself. I knew that I couldn’t waste the necessary time to master it because our children,” he said to Ginny, “are in need of us.”

“So I needed to spend a whole lot of time training but I could only invest a few days.” Hermione gasped at this last part, fearing the worst. “No, Hermione I did not use a Tim-Turner. I sent an owl to Professor McGonagall, asking if I was allowed to use the Room of Requirement. She sent the owl back this morning and I rushed to take hold of the opportunity. I told Ron to make sure that everyone was here waiting for me when I returned. I had already confided in him my plan, and he agreed to keep his mouth shut and help in any way possible.” Hermione and Ginny glared at Ron for not telling them but they turned their attention back to Harry once he resumed talking.

“So, I left for Hogwarts, and arrived at the Room of Requirement. I told
it what I needed and when I stepped inside, I found an amazing place, fit for me to train. There was a small training area, which had a magical barrier around it, so any stray spells would not damage any furniture.
There were many comfortable chairs to sit and rest or read. There also happened to be a bedroom and washroom. There was a supply of chairs that were missing legs for me to practice the spell on. There was another room, which was like a secondary Room of Requirement. I used it for food and such. Lastly, there were two clocks, one showing the time in the real world, which moved very slowly, and one showing me the time I operated at, which moved regularly. So, as you have guessed, I have been away training for a year, although it only seems like an afternoon to you guys. Now, any questions?” Harry looked at the stunned faces of the women, and the worried look on Ron’s. It was the latter who spoke first.

“Harry, if you’ve technically aged a year, then doesn’t that mean you should look a year older?”

“Yes, I should, but I knew that might cause suspicion if I suddenly went out in public looking a tidbit older. Also, I didn’t know if I the Room would do what I wanted and if I was in there for a longer amount of time, and then I would look completely different. So I asked for an old Muggle camera in the second Room and I took a picture of myself, hung it up, and groomed myself every day to look like the picture.”

“So, how come you don’t have your arm back, if you’ve really done this training for a year?” Hermione said skeptically. Harry grinned.

“I figured that, if I’m going to leave you guys out of my plans, I should probably show you the fruits of my labor.” Harry took out his wand quite easily with his left hand, flourished it quite like Lockhart had once done, and pointed it at his shoulder, thinking the incantation.

Automatically a silver arm appeared from his shoulder. Harry flexed the arm and started to get a feel for it. It was no different than his old arm had been. There was nothing awkward about it.

“Well, there it is.” Harry said cheerfully. Harry stowed his wand away as Ginny hugged him and kissed him. Ron and Hermione congratulated him, but Hermione looked as if something was bothering her.

“Yes, Hermione?” Harry asked.

“It’s just that, how did Dumbledore know it isn’t dark magic?”

Ron took over that answer. He explained the origins of the spell, but Hermione still looked worried.

“But didn’t that hand of Pettigrew’s kill him?”

Harry had thought about that as well. He knew he was safe however.

“Yes, it did. But it only did that because Pettigrew had a life debt to me because I told Sirius and Lupin to spare him. I don’t have one of those.” Harry watched as Hermione struggled with herself, then she grew content. They all had more tea, and Harry told them stories of the accidents he had had during his stay in the Room of Requirement.

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Chapter 8: French Fries


Harry and Ginny spent their time trying to gather up information on their children and on KD. They had made little progress in either subject and after a day or two, they grew bored and restless.

“What is it that we’re missing? We have to be getting somewhere…. We have all the information, but it’s not adding up.” office. He had made a copy of it Harry said, frustrated as they sat in their living room with the report from Harry’s when he went in to give a notice of further leave do to his injury. No questions were asked although many were thought when they saw his new arm. Harry’s excuse was that he needed time to get used to his arm.

“Alright, from the top. They left our house and safely reached their flying zone. They mounted their brooms and began their flight towards Surrey,” Ginny said skimming the report. Harry nodded and then cut in.

“Yes on the top of the line, Gateways. I still can’t get over the fact that it triples the speed of the Firebolt that I used to ride.”

“Yes, we know your fascination with the new brooms. I should be but then again I’ve been flying on one for season and a half. But that is beside the point. After they were flying in the direction of Surrey they coasted for an hour and then they slowed down and landed outside of a small town. They walked into the town and looked for a place to eat, hiding their brooms under some bushes, putting Disillusionment Charms on them. Then they found a restaurant and went inside. An hour later, they reappeared, and found their brooms after some difficulty -”

“Wait; does it say how busy the restaurant was?” Harry asked standing up.

“Um, it says that the parking lot was close to being completely empty.
Why?” Ginny looked at her husband confused.

“Was it a fancy restaurant?” Harry said, starting to pace.

“No…. It was a restaurant with a bar, so it was pretty much low-maintenance.” Ginny was now even more confused.

“Then why did it take an hour for them to get food and leave? That time should’ve been cut down to a half-an-hour.”

“Maybe they liked the atmosphere and wanted to just hang out there.” Ginny said, not believing her own suggestion.

“No, that’s no it. James is smart enough not to linger in a place he has no background information on. He knew they had a target to get to and he wouldn’t voluntarily waste time.” Harry looked at Ginny and she gasped, knowing what he was thinking.

“Are you saying that they were forced to stay? Then that means that the switch was most likely held in the restaurant. Which means….” Ginny said trailing off.

“Which means we need to go there now. It’s already too late to trace the magic but there might be something there that can tell us what’s going on.”

Harry gathered his defense stuff and his Invisibility Cloak and he departed Godric’s Hollow with Ginny.

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Harry and Ginny Apparated outside the town. They appeared around the location that their children had landed on with their brooms. They set off for their target at a quick pace. They were very quiet. It being the late afternoon, they expected the town to have cars zooming on the streets, but they were surprised to see very few people or cars on the roads and sidewalks.

“This place is very quaint, don’t you think?” Ginny asked as they rounded a corner. Harry nodded and approached the restaurant, which was now in their sights.

“Alright, here is the plan,” Harry said as he stopped walking one hundred feet from the door to the restaurant. “It doesn’t look crowded. We go in and sit down. I’m going to have a look around the place, and when I come back and someone asks us what we want to eat, we ask her about anything funny that happened a few weeks ago. She’ll probably have a memory charm on her. If she does then we need to convince her to sit down so I can try and remove it. This is going to be the most crucial part of finding our children.”

Ginny nodded at Harry and they continued to walk into the restaurant. The room was dark with only a few dimmed lights on. There was a bar in the middle of the room in a circular fashion. Around the walls were tables for dining. Harry and Ginny chose to sit in a corner with the least lighting. Harry nodded to Ginny then stood p and started to walk around the bar. There was only one bartender on duty and the waitresses were in the kitchens, out of sight. There was only two other patrons to the restaurant and Harry found that it would be easy to investigate this crime scene.

Harry started off looking for any abnormalities on the dining tables. He found that all the tables had four chairs except for one which only had three. Also there was a long scratch on the wall directly across the bar from the table with three chairs.

Thinking about that scratch, Harry returned to his table where Ginny sat patiently. Soon after, an old waitress walked up to their table and asked what they would be having.

“Information, actually. Could you spare a minute and sit down?” Harry
asked politely. The waitress didn’t sit down but looked around and then answered Harry.

“I’m sorry, but what is it that you want to know?”

“Well, if you could tell us anything suspicious that has happened in the past few weeks that would be a help.” The waitress looked up in concentration and then replied.

“I don’t seem to remember anything unusual. But actually, a few weeks ago we did lose a chair, and nobody seemed to know where it had gone.
Also, that long scratch appeared, and nobody has any recollection of why that is there either.” The waitress thought hard but nothing came to her as to why the two things had occurred.

“Please sit down, we think we know why both of those things have happened,” Ginny said quietly. The waitress seemed to warm up to Ginny’s words and took a seat opposite Harry. Harry looked into her eyes and performed the counter spell to the memory charm and Harry’s vision became grey with fog. It wasn’t a thick heavy fog like Dudley’s had been. This fog was light and looked like it could be pushed aside with Harry’s hand. Harry thought of the day his children had dined at the bar and immediately, with no resistance, the events of that day were surrounding Harry.

The room was lit exactly as it was in the present and the waitress was serving a family at the table Harry and Ginny had chosen. When she had finished, a group of teenagers had walked into the restaurant and chose the seat that had a scratch over it in the present. Harry looked across the bar to the table where there were only three chairs instead of four. There were still four chairs in this memory, and all of them were occupied. Harry though he saw one of the people there give his children a look but if they had, they weren’t looking any longer.

James had ordered for his siblings and they were all looking merry and very hungry. Harry kept an eye on the four people across from his children. There were two women and two men. They each looked like they were around thirty. They were talking quietly and Harry was about to find out what they were talking about when two of them stood up and pointed their arms at his children, each hand holding a wand. Harry looked at his children, who had not noticed anything yet. Harry heard them yell “Stupefy!” and saw red jets of light fly towards his children.

Probably due to a misunderstanding, both lights headed for Lily Potter. She was immediately knocked out and her head hit the wall behind her. Harry groaned because he had not been able to help and was forced to watch his children fall to these enemies.

James took out his wand and flicked a disarming spell and a stunning spell in quick succession. Albus had been less quick but still managed to shoot off a leg-locker curse of his own before one of the ladies he was firing at Apparated behind him and stunned him. James spells had been evaded easily and had hit a table with French fries on it, sending them flying, but Albus only curse had found a mark. He had hit one of the men and he had fallen, unable to move his legs effectively. James disarmed the fallen man and Apparated to the door of the restaurant.

James eyed his opponents warily and adjusted his wand to each of them looking for a weakness. One of the women slashed her wand at in James’ direction and James had to Apparate to avoid the Sectumsempra that was flying his way. He appeared behind the group of three and flicked his wand upward, performing wandless magic. The remaining guy was held comically in the air by the ankle, the result of the Levicorpus spell. James quickly let the man fall and disarmed one of the women while they were tuning around.

The other woman Apparated across the bar to James’ right. When the man recovered he pointed his wand at James and fired the Stunning Spell. James used the Shield Charm and the man was stunned buy his own spell. Now facing the last two women, James seemed to gather confidence.

“What do you want from us?” he yelled to them. One was by the door and the other was on the opposite side of the room. James had to shift his eyes left and right to keep them in his sight.

“We don’t want anything from you. We want something from your father. So we’re taking you to get it.”

At that moment, the lady in the back of the restaurant lifted the chair from the table and started to make it spin. Then the lady at the door sent a Stunning Spell at James. James was about to dodge it when he noticed the chair flying at him at a high speed. Thinking merely of his physical health for the present, James ducked and the Stunner hit him square in the abdomen. James collapsed, knocked out. The chair had scraped the wall with its leg before hitting the wall and shattering.

The women helped their comrades and then, after placing memory charms over the hiding people in the restaurant and fixing anything they had broken that could be easily fixed, pulled out flasks and put in hairs of the three children. Before they left the woman who did not take any potion spoke to the look-a-like Potters.

“I’ll go to report of this victory to KD and take these to him. You three go on ahead of where they need to be. You remember that you need to make sure the security sees you enter the house, but those Muggles can’t remember you three being there, correct?”

The other three nodded and they left, followed by an Apparition of the woman.

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“Harry, what did you find out?” Ginny said when his mind had retuned to the present.

Harry looked at the waitress, who sat there stunned at her own memories. Harry whispered to Ginny, telling her to place another memory charm on the lady. Ginny did so and they departed. When they had reached the Apparition point, they returned to Godric’s Hollow.
After explaining what he found out to Ginny, Harry concluded the night with their mission.

“Now, it’s not about looking for our children. We need to be looking for KD. He has our children and he wants me. He’s the source of the problem. He needs to be stopped.”

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Chapter 10: The Meeting.

Harry spent his three days of relaxation and preparation with Ginny. They went over Harry’s preparatory steps for Occlumency. Harry had built a small ability to maintain the secrets of his mind. It wouldn’t have stood against Voldemort, but it would have to suffice. Harry also stretched and reviewed spells he had forgotten.

The day before he was to head to Privet Drive, Harry was coming back from running around Godric’s Hollow, and he stopped outside of his house. He started looking around in amazement. He just took it all in. The trees, the flowers, the colors, the smells; Harry just breathed in the very essence of Godric’s Hollow. He felt the air around him and felt the nostalgia in the air. He let the wind blowing easily down the town flow over him, chilling him when he needed the cool air most.

“Harry? What are you doing just standing out here?” Ginny said as she came outside of their home. Harry grinned at her and replied.

“Well, you see, all this last minute refresher course on training, and running and stretching and stuff, it kind of reminds me of when I was in school. Like the Tri-Wizard Tournament. I remember that training for the next task was the most important thing to do. It just brings back memories, doing all this stuff.”

Ginny put her arm around his waist and led him to the door. “Well, if you bring back our children, you can make more memories, maybe even happier ones, because this time you don’t have to out-fly a dragon to get what you want.”

“That’s what I love about you Ginny. You always have some optimistic approach to my happiness. This is why I can never listen to you if you ever get a plan in your head to do something. You make it seem like it is the easiest thing to do. Remember Umbridge in your fourth year? You came up with a plan that sounded good at the time, but we all got caught in the end.” Harry said. Ginny put a confused expression and replied in a ‘don’t-mess-with-me’ tone that also conveyed a sense of playfulness.

“You must be thinking about some other cute innocent girl. Because I have never been wrong in my life. And don’t you think it’s dumb to mention another girl you had a crush on when we were in school together? I don’t think that’s something you should mention to your wife.”

They laughed and walked into the house, going to relax and let the rest of the day drift off.

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Harry looked at the house. It was as ordinary and as plain as it had ever been, completely synonymous with the other houses of Privet Drive. Harry watched the front door of number 4 as he approached the landing. Although he looked determined and focused, Harry’s mind was still on Ginny and Godric’s Hollow.

Harry had walked out of his own home an hour previously. He had eaten a quiet breakfast with Ginny and had kissed her goodbye on his way out of the door. She had been reluctant to let him go, but she knew that if she was to get her children back, Harry needed to go face this KD.

Harry longed to be at his own home, with his children and wife and friends, but Harry knew better. He had led a tough childhood. He had been constantly targeted, and he had turned out alright. He was now a happy successful man who loved his life. Harry was used to feeling like he was on the chopping block.

Harry stepped onto the small landing before the door. He glanced over his shoulder and looked at the bright, sunny day outside. A sprinkler could be heard a couple of houses away. Another street held the noise of a lawnmower. The world not realizing the perils that Harry was to face. Just like when he was in school, nobody understanding the troubles he was going though. To them, it was just another story to tell their children or to gossip about in gatherings. Harry’s eyes swept the lawn and side garden, both as flourishing as ever. Harry turned back to the door, and turned the handle. It was unlocked and Harry stepped into the dark, cold house that reeked of an eerie presence, a presence not unlike death.

Harry closed the door behind him. He was plunged into complete darkness, so he lit his wand. He tried to turn the lights on but it seemed as if the electric was cut off. Harry would find that all the lights were similar to this first one.
Also, the curtains in every room were down and blocked all light from entering. The dark house was so thick Harry could feel the malice of the presence he was approaching. It was strong, and it almost made Harry turn around and walk out of the house, to leave his children to this fate of torture and death. But Harry thought of how happy he would be when he reunited his children with Ginny and all of their friends around celebrating their return.

Harry’s footsteps seemed to echo in his mind as he approached the foot of the stairs. The house seemed empty of all things not death and destruction. He took a glance into the kitchen and then continued upstairs. After carefully examining the rooms and hall, Harry retreated downstairs. Confused, Harry checked the sitting room and the living room. Harry conceded to himself that there was only one place he had not checked.

Harry made his way to the stairs again, but instead of going up them, he walked along the side, toward the back of the kitchen. Harry stopped however at the small door on the side of the stairs. Harry took a deep breath and opened the door. Harry looked into the cupboard under the stairs.
However, it was not a dark, small cupboard anymore. It was a room the size of half of the great hall at Hogwarts. This room was not lit either, but Harry guessed that this was where the ‘activities’ were to take place. Harry crouched and crawled into the room. Once inside he stood up and started to walk along the walls of the room.

This room, Harry noticed, held more malice in it than any other part of the house. Harry’s steps felt weighted with the presence of death, and Harry lost energy in trying to walk. He felt himself growing weaker, and he had to force himself from stopping and sitting down. Harry found torches on the side of the walls. They were in sets of six, and the sets were separated by a hundred feet or so. The room seemed to be a rectangle. Two sets of torches on the longer sides and one set on each of the shorter sides. Harry lit all of the torches and Harry walked to a corner of the room, the most strategic point to defend himself if he were suddenly attacked.

“Come now, Mr. Potter, the fighting has not started yet. You mustn’t trap yourself in a corner for no reason. Please come to the center of the room,” a voice carried throughout the room. Harry looked but the lights of the torches did not carry towards the center of the room and there was a patch of thick night at the center of the room. “Oh, that’s right, you cannot see me, now can you? Here let me take care of that little snag.”

A light shot up from the center of the darkness towards the ceiling. A hundred feet above them, a great ornate wooden chandelier was lit with fire, illuminating the rest of the room. Harry saw a cloaked figure in the very center of the room. The figure was facing Harry but the hood of the cloak came so far down that Harry couldn’t make out a single facial feature.

“Well, I am here. I have also come alone, so my son Albus is safe. Begin your questioning, so I may save my other son. And then we shall duel and I shall save my daughter,” Harry said as he approached the figure. It seemed human in form, but there was a spectral aura about the figure.

“No, Mr. Potter. I did not say that you my have your children back if you adhere to the conditions. I only said I would not kill them. You will still have to rescue them from the obstacles my followers are setting throughout the house. Also, you only get a chance to save them if you adhere to the conditions, and defeat me in the duel; otherwise, we just kill them outright.”
The figure seemed to chuckle at this idea, and Harry was reminded of the pleasure Voldemort received when he killed just for the sake of killing.

“Well let’s get on with it, so I may rescue them quicker,” Harry said controlling his temper.

“Yes, let’s begin the questioning. Please do keep your wand in your back pocket while I am asking you these questions. I do not feel like using magic right now, so keep your twitchy fingers in check.” Harry had been inching his fingers towards his hips, progressing to his back pocket, but he stopped when this figure called him out on it.

“But first, may I assume that you are the KD that has been commanding this operation?”

“Well, I do receive advice and some small instruction as to further my plans, but yes I am the ring leader, and I am KD.”

“What is your real name?” Harry asked the figure, pondering over the advice that he receives. It meant that Harry would have to defeat this man, and others to end the harassment of his life.

“My real name? You are not worthy to hear it. But if you wish to know why I am called KD I shall tell you. It stands for Kione Deren. It is my title, my name, and my honor. You shall address me by either KD or Kione Deren when speaking to me.”

Harry liked the sound of that. Here was another human with an identity crisis. He wished to command everyone, and he demanded respect. Harry knew where to start off with this. Deren spoke again in a calm tone.

“First, Mr. Potter, I wish to ask how is it that you are praised for a murder.”
Harry was suspicious of the intent of this question but he answered it truthfully.

“I ask not to be praised, but I am thanked for defeating a dark lord that terrorized this world. Also, I did not kill him outright, his own curse rebounded on him, and he was a victim of his own campaign.”

Deren seemed to flinch at the mention of the defeat of Voldemort. Harry waited until another question was asked.

“Second, how is it that you rose to the top of the Auror office when you did not even complete your education?”

“Well, I had already proven my skills in real life situations. Also, I completed my Auror training with top marks in every category.” Harry again told the truth. What he had just said was common knowledge to most, but Harry suspected that Deren thought there was a conspiracy to help Harry get ahead in life. Another person believing that Harry had not earned his life but that it was given to him on a silver platter.

“I just have one more question then. If you could bring back your parents from the grave, would you do it?”

Harry blankly stared at Deren. He could not believe what he had just heard. Surely this was a hypothetical question. Still, Harry had thought about the happiness he could have if he brought back his parents.

“It’s impossible to do so.” Harry replied after his thoughts subsided. Deren stood, seemingly watching Harry. Then he moved to the left.

“Now that all of that is out of the way, let us begin our duel.

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Chapter 11: Moves of Malice

Harry drew his wand and turned to square his shoulders to Deren. The warm room was thick with lingering death, destruction, torture, and malice. Deren bowed respectfully to Harry. Harry copied the movement and once both had resumed an upright position, they fired spells at each other.

Harry thought quickly, nonverbally aiming curses at Deren and blocking most of the ones he was returning at him. Harry thought Incarcerous! and quickly put a set of ropes that were bound for him on fire, ceasing their path. A split second later and Harry levitated a torch quickly towards Deren.

Deren doused it with water and then transfigured the water into a serpent. It crawled towards Harry, but he blasted it with Confringo before it got too close. Harry tried summoning the shoes on Deren, either to trip him or to actually bring him under Harry’s control. The charm was thrown off by Deren though, and a stunner flew towards him. Harry Apparated a few feet behind Deren and fired a disarming spell at him, but Deren Apparated to the opposite side of the room.

Harry conjured a huge boulder and broke it into three different smaller boulders. He transfigured them into human-shaped rock-men, and sent them after Deren. Deren, however, fired a blue spell at the floor. The floor shook and seemed to turn into a liquid patch. The patch glided on the floor towards the running rock-men. Once it was underneath them, it sucked them into the floor, and then it hardened. Harry realized then that this duel would not be easy, even after all his experience and training.

Deren walked slowly toward the center of the room. Harry watched him carefully, examining any part of weakness on his person. Harry came up with nothing because of the huge cloak that Deren wore. Once Deren reached the center of the room, he took off his cloak.

Harry looked at the skinny tall man underneath the cloak. He had bad posture, almost like a stalking stance, and Harry speculated that if he stood up straight he would approach seven feet in height. Deren also was dark-skinned, as if he had a really dark tan, and he had a single earring hanging from his left ear. The earring intrigued Harry because it because the charm that hung from it was of a sapphire color and it was the eye of Horus except that it was flipped upside down. Harry dragged his eyes away from the earring. Deren’s face was completely symmetrical. It almost had a feminine quality to it.

“There we go. I am much more comfortable. Now let us resume Mr. Potter.”
Again curses, spells, hexes, and jinxes flew across the room, with an occasional pop of Apparition that signaled an evasive move.

“Avada Kedavra!” Deren shouted the killing curse. Harry charmed the floor to jut in front of him, blocking the killing curse. The rock barrier burst into tiny little pieces and before they could fall to the floor Harry hexed them into forks and sped them towards Deren. With a split second to think, Deren conjured a huge silver shield to block the forks. Harry vaguely recognized the shield, but where he knew it from was thrust to the back of his mind because Deren had fired another killing curse at him.

Harry Apparated underneath some torches and then began charming them to fly at Deren. Deren shot torches from his side at the torches Harry sent, and they collided and exploded in between the two battlers.

Harry tried to think about any weaknesses Deren had revealed, but there was none. Deren did not flourish his wand to much, so a series of quick attacks from Harry would not work. Deren seemed to recognize attacks very easily and defend against them very quickly, so a trap would be difficult to lay. The only thing that Harry noticed that was different about Deren’s dueling style was that it was more counter-active, then active. He was playing off of Harry’s attacks more than he was casting his own.

Harry was struck with sudden inspiration. He had a plan all he needed to do was find a way to get to the middle of the room without Deren hampering him. Harry glanced at the chandelier in the middle of the ceiling and then focused back on Deren, who seemed to be smirking. Harry wondered why that look brought anger up in his diaphragm, but he settled it. There was no way for Deren to know Harry’s plan from one glance to the chandelier. Also, Harry hadn’t even felt an attempt of Legilimency on his mind. It was probably just a psychological thing.

Harry fired a disarming spell, a stunner, and sent ropes flying in Deren’s direction in quick succession. Harry the Apparated to the center of the room looked up. He levitated the chandelier down closer to the ground. Deren, still smirking, merely watched Harry’s actions as if they were a mildly amusing television program.

Harry then began to spin the chandelier in circles, creating a violent wind above it. Once it had reached a significant speed, Harry turned it on its side, forcing the gust in Deren’s direction. Deren was struggling to keep his stance and was almost blown down. Deren began shielding his face with his arms, letting his guard down to keep his balance.

This being what Harry was waiting for, shot a stunner through the chandelier, straight for Deren. He had no stability to attempt an apparition, and if he tried to block it by casting a spell and would lose his balance. Harry almost laughed at the predicament Deren was in.

The stunner closed in on Deren, and Harry watched eagerly in anticipation.

The stunner had gained force and speed through the help of the wind. But just before the spell hit Deren, he pointed his wand at Harry’s feet. Instantaneously the floor jutted up and hit the bottom of the chandelier, forcing the direction of the wind upward. Though the wind strengthened the stunner, it also now controlled its destination, and when the wind changed direction, so did the stunner. It fizzled out once it hit the ceiling, a fruitless effort on Harry’s part. While Harry watched astounded at the chain events that were taking place, Deren yelled a curse at Harry.

“Crucio!” Harry fell to the floor in agony. Feeling the white-hot needles pierce his skin over and over again, Harry also felt something in his body. A presence much like the one he felt once he entered the house. A voice stirred in his head, but it was not his conscience.

So, I have finally got you. I am surprised you lasted this long, Deren’s voice. It was full of contempt and pity. Harry did not understand how Deren got in his head. Even throughout this pain that he was enduring, Harry kept his Occlumency shield up. Yes, and it is a very pathetic attempt at Occlumency, Mr. Potter. I have been reading your thoughts the entire time, only you could not detect my presence, because I was hiding, secretly exploring your mind as we fought. And now I have an idea of how the great Mr. Potter defeated my mentor. Harry shrieked with pain as the thought of Voldemort’s defeat concentrated the power of the Cruciatus Curse. Harry was going to lose consciousness, he knew.

I am disappointed in you. I thought that you would’ve used any tactic at all to win, considering what’s on the line for you. But you used no dark magic at all. What is it, Potter? Are those techniques too dirty for you? Are you so high up on the pedestal of greatness that you would not stoop to such levels? Well, now you have been defeated. I have only a single regret, which is that I won’t get to see the despair upon your face when you see your family killed. Oh yes, you can rest assured that your wife and children will be joining you shortly in the afterlife.

At the mention of his family dying, Harry’s eyes glowed red. He would not let them be murdered. Harry would rather die saving them than join them after death. Harry thrashed about, trying determinedly to shake off the pain. He then yelled to increase his adrenaline, and doing so, Deren was surprised and the connection weakened. Harry used this chance to get up and run to his fallen wand. A killing curse flew by his ear as he dove for his wand.

Turning on his back once he had grasped it, Harry shot spells so quickly at Deren, that only the first few were blocked or parried. But the stunners and disarming spells hit Deren’s body like bullets from a Muggle machine gun.

Deren fell to the floor unconscious. Harry got up, weaker than he had ever felt in his life. He had been under the Cruciatus Curse for a good five minutes. Harry stumbled over to the door of the room, eager to save his children. As soon as he left the room however, Deren’s voice erupted in his mind once again.

If you are hearing this, Mr. Potter, than you have defeated me. Or should I say you have abandoned our duel. If you had truly defeated me, and I dead, you would not be hearing this. No, instead you have left me unconscious. This was not a part of the deal. For that, Lily shall be killed. Instructions for this order have already been sent and the order has most likely already been carried out. Also, James shall be killed. I have sent this order because you did not submit to my questioning. My final question was if you would bring back your mother and father. You replied that it was impossible. I do not believe I asked if it was impossible, only if you would do it, given the opportunity. You may still save your son, Albus, if you can rescue him in time, otherwise he shall be killed in five minutes. Until we meet again, Mr. Potter.

The voice stopped as abruptly as it had started. Harry rushed throughout the house, looking for his son or any signs of life at all. Harry panicked because of the news that his daughter and eldest son were already dead.

Harry rushed into his former bedroom and tore it apart. He looked under the bed for a trapdoor, but to no avail. Wildly, he threw the closet door open. There, slumped at the floor, was James Potter’s lifeless body. A loss for speech, Harry sent the body to Godric’s Hollow. Looking for Albus Harry next came upon the body of Lily inside Dudley’s old room. Sending it to Godric’s Hollow, Harry let tears pour down his face as he frantically searched for his living son.

Harry saw a swish of a cloak near his left, and he fired a Stunner. A body crumpled to the floor and when he checked it out, it was his son. However, there was a glaze in his eyes, telling Harry that he had been Imperiused. Looking around for any enemies, Harry Apparated with his son to Godric’s Hollow. He Apparated away from all the pain, misery, and malice that destroyed a part of his family.

Away from the deadliest man since Voldemort terrorized Harry’s life.

omg i cried so hard, tht is sad, noooooo
they cant b dead, u have 2 let them live
noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

gud post tho

yeah, well, symbolism gotta love it

huh? im lost??

lol, in the beginning of SS, who did Harry lose? well this is a new Harry, and at the beginning of this book, who did Harry lose? symbolism, ya know?

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well.....kinda......but that's not fair, i love the little baby girl
cry

lifes not fair, but sometimes it can be lenient (sp)

wow ok, so if u didnt notice the chaps went from 8 to 10. i forgot to post nine. sorry but its kinda important so im gonna post it now

Chapter 9: Arrangements

Harry asked every person he knew if they knew a person with the initials KD. Ginny did the same, but neither of them found more than one or two people and they were either dead or did not fit the profile of the KD Harry and Ginny were searching for. None of them had backgrounds that would lead anyone to believe they were involved with the real KD, let alone be him.

Harry grew frustrated with his lack of success. He had spent his last few days searching every aspect of his life, looking for a KD. He reasoned this because this KD had something personal against him, which was why he was being targeted. Ginny was trying also but she came up even more short than Harry. She couldn’t help him remember a KD in his life. She could remember what happened when they were together, but she couldn’t trigger his memories easily.

After three days of unsuccessful searching, Harry received a letter from the large dark owl of KD. It appeared outside of Harry’s kitchen window while he was eating breakfast with Ginny.

“Harry, is that the owl you were talking about?” Ginny asked quietly as they watched the owl carefully.

“Yes, and I think I know what the letter is going to say,” Harry responded. The owl, going through its routine, pecked the window once and glared at Harry. Harry walked over to the window, pulled out his wand, and opened it. He kept his wand trained on the owl as it fluttered to the middle of the table and stuck out its leg with the letter attached to it.

Harry was cautious as he untied the letter and stepped away from the owl. Harry opened the letter with his wand in case the seal was poisoned or cursed. Ginny stood over his s