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Harry Potter and the Book of Grindelwald by 858Potter

Format: Novel
Chapters: 3
Word Count: 16,244
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Horror/Dark, Romance, Action/Adventure
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, McGonagall, Arthur, Molly, Seamus, Luna, Draco, Ginny
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Arthur/Molly, Ron/Hermione, Draco/Luna, Other Pairing

First Published: 12/13/2010
Last Chapter: 02/21/2011
Last Updated: 02/21/2011

It has been five years since the fall of Voldemort and a new threat arises out of the east. Harry and Ginny have not been seen in five years. Where are they, and what have they been doing for so long? The balance of power in the world is on the edge of the cliff. Can Harry catch it before it falls?

Book 8 Fan Fic. Completely ignores Epilogue of DH. Enjoy! (Reviews are welcome)

A/N - In hindsight I should have changed the names of the kids as not to confuse anyone. This has been taken care of. Sorry for the confusion.

Chapter 1: Untouchables
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It had been five years since the night her life changed forever, the night the life she had fought for came crashing down around her. Today was the fifth anniversary of Fred’s funeral, a day that she didn’t want to remember, yet she often found herself reliving in her dreams. True, she had a very nice house and the man of her dreams, but the one thing she wanted and always seemed to elude her was peace. Not to have to worry about the next day and sit on the patio with the man she loved. The thought seemed like a dream to Ginny, but it was a dream she worked towards everyday of her life.

Sitting on the couch in her living room, she watched her husband sleep and thought of the past five years. She had seen things and done things she didn’t know were possible. Been to places she had only seen in books or read about in the paper. The story seemed like a bad joke now that she looked back on it, but it was all too real.

Walking near the lake at the Burrow, they had been approached by a man named Dedrich. He said he was a good friend of Albus Dumbledore and asked to speak privately with them. Dedrich told them of a mistake that Voldemort made, a mistake that would have consequences that Voldemort would never understand. He told them of the Dark magic that protected Grindelwald in the case of his death at the hands of wizards. If he died of natural causes, he would be lost to time forever, but if he was murdered, he left an escape clause. A spell he created that would raise his body from the grave the same way a horcrux would.

The tome that contained this spell had been lost to time and Dedrich had been searching for it for the last fifty years with no results, but he had a few new leads. Like Dumbledore, Dedrich was growing weak and tired, but upon Grindelwald’s death, his followers, the ADK began actively pursuing the book and its Dark spell. Knowing that Harry had already rid the world of the threat posed by Voldemort, Dedrich asked for Harry’s assistance. If he were to die of old age or at the hands of the now active ADK, he wanted Harry to carry on the search. After speaking with Kingsley, they decided Harry would leave England and join Dedrich in his hunt for the book, but Ginny had no intention of letting Harry run off alone.

They became agents of the Ministry, Untouchables, which was basically the wizard equivalent of a spy. They had contact with the Ministry, but it was very limited and only with the Minister himself and the Head Auror. For a long time that meant they only spoke with Kingsley and Gawain Robards, but since Ron’s promotion to Head Auror six months ago, he was their main contact. They passed on information they stumbled upon in their travels and kept him up to date on their progress.

The training they received under Dedrich was the most challenging thing she had ever had to do. The first thing he instructed them in was Legilimency and Occlumency, he taught them to close their minds to the world around them and to attack the minds of their opponents. Harry was unusually good at the Magic of the Mind, as they called it. He could read thoughts without having to see his opponent and force out a full attack on his mind. It was hard for Ginny to keep any secret from him and sometimes she was sure he was in her mind while he was hundreds of miles away. Not that she really cared, as she had no secrets from him.

Wandless magic, non-verbal magic and sword training filled their days and nights. They learned to cast spells with speed that would amaze their friends at home, at times their speed amazed Dedrich himself. They also trained to become Animagi and with Dedrich’s help found out they could each become two animals. Harry could become a large black wolf and to Dedrich’s surprise a phoenix. Ginny found she could transform into a black panther and a redtailed hawk. Transforming was a lot harder than they expected and it took them the better part of a year to learn.

After a year of training they could cast any spell without making a sound and without the assistance of their wands and after a while they found their spells to be more powerful than if they casted them with wands. Then the travel began. Dedrich taught them a spell that allowed them to understand all languages and anyone they spoke to would hear them in their native tongue. It was a spell that Albus Dumbledore taught him years before and it aided him greatly in his travels. Their first stop was Peru to learn Advanced Defense and Ancient Magic from the Urarina Tribe in the Amazon. Next, they traveled to China to learn Advanced Potions from Xi Hubei in the Gansu Province, but before leaving, they met Celeynn. Celeynn is the younger sister of Fawkes and sent by him to take care of Harry and Ginny, and they were happy to have her.

After learning Advanced Charms and Transfiguration in Chile, they made one last stop in Russia to learn at the hands of one of the darkest wizards alive. Oleg Dvorzhetskii the Headmaster of Durmstrang knew and used some of the darkest magic known to man, he taught them to use their hate, and emotions to perform some of the craziest magic Ginny had ever seen. Dedrich told them to defeat something you must first understand it. They learned to use their emotions to destroy things around them, to maim life and destroy hope. After three months, Harry had enough and in the middle of the night, he decided they were going home.

Home was a small cottage in the middle of the Inyo National Forest in California. The seclusion of the area provided security on top of the normal wards and the advanced ones they learned in Chile. The house consisted of a small living room with a couch in front of a fireplace. There was a small kitchen and dining room and two bedrooms. The master bedroom was almost as large as the rest of the house and was where Harry and Ginny spent most of their time between training and searching.

The last year of their lives was spent looking for the book. They searched bookstores in the muggle world as well as private collections from the time of Grindelwald’s capture. Finally Harry and Ginny reasserted themselves into the Wizarding community and began searching around the world from Hong Kong to Alaska, but came up empty. Then the ADK began attacking them at every turn and fierce battles erupted as the trio searched, but none as deadly as last night.

“What are you thinking about, my love,” Harry asked breaking the silence of the room.

Ginny refocused and looked down on the man whose head was in her lap. He still had his striking green eyes that pierced her soul and the same smile that made her weak at the knees. After the first six months of training, Harry had proposed. It had been a short ceremony on the peak of the highest mountain in California on a beautiful summer day. It had also been the last time she saw her mother and father. Ron, Hermione, Molly and Arthur joined them and Dedrich performed the ceremony. It was the happiest day of her life and she had her man, her Harry. They had a short honeymoon on the beaches of Mexico before resuming their training with Dedrich.


“I miss him too. He died fighting for us and I won’t forget it” Harry sat up and pulled his glasses on. He could see the thoughts running through her eyes and had no need of searching her mind. “Gin, I know what your thinking, but I think it would be a good idea to take a few days before making any decisions.”

“Baby, I'm tired of hiding. We know what were looking for, but we have no idea where it is. Dedrich left us with one more lead and after that, we are on our own. Are we going to stay secluded from the rest of the world or are we going to live our lives?”

The passion in her eyes was amazing he had to admit.

“We need to move back to the ones we love. Our magic is weaker when we are apart. Every time you go and see Ron, you come back and blow me away in duels, because you are stronger from the bond and its renewal.”

“I know I'm just afraid we will bring unnecessary hurt into their lives," Harry told her.

“Harry, Dumbledore told you not to let Voldemort get in the way of your love, but you made that mistake and it damn near killed you.” She took his hand in her own bringing it to her lips and brushing it softly. “We need our family, my love, our training is over. Plus we will be closer to the Chamber.”

The Chamber of Love was an area of discontent between the couple. Ginny thought they were ready to know its power and use it for the good of the world, while Harry thought it was still too soon to risk having the Chamber tear them apart. When training Charms in Chile they learned that there were two chambers in the world that held the true meaning of love. However, these chambers were perilous if entered by someone who did not know the secrets of Ancient Magic, which they learned in Peru, or were not grounded in their own hearts. Only ten people in recorded history had entered the chambers and survived. Four in the chamber residing in London and six in the chamber residing in Chile, but many had died thinking they could handle the knowledge and power held within.

“Gin, lets not argue. I think were not ready and you think we are. I don’t want to enter the Chamber until we have had a chance to speak with Dumbledore's portrait.”

“Then let’s go.”

“Gin, what was the number on thing Dedrich told you, you needed to work on?” Passion or not she was getting to a point where it was tough for even Harry to hold her back.

“Patience,” she said dropping her head to her chest.

Harry picked it back up with his hand on her chin. The tears were beginning to well in her eyes and he could tell that she felt strongly about needing to see her family. It had been three years since she saw her mother and father and longer for her brothers. The only family member she saw on a regular basis was Ron and that was about once or twice a year. They returned to England for Ron and Hermione’s wedding, but stayed only until the end of the ceremony before rejoining Dedrich in Holland. Again, they returned for the birth of Emily, Ron and Hermione’s daughter, but had only stayed for a day.

“Listen, I know our training is over and I know you need your family. After we head to Scotland, we can move back to England. I miss them too, you know.”

“You promise?” The thought of moving back to her family made her spirits instantly rise.

“I have talked with Ron before about moving back closer to home, but we always thought the presence of Dedrich would attract too much undue attention. Now that Dedrich is gone, I see no reason we can’t move closer to the ones we love.”

Her reaction was instantaneous. Before he could react she had him pinned on the couch beneath her and was kissing him fiercely on the lips. The passion between them was nothing new, but this was a mixture of relief and love. There were days that their love for one another was unbearable and they spent the entire day in bed, not willing to leave each other’s touch. Their love was something that knew no boundaries and demolished all opposition. Dedrich used to say that there was nothing they couldn’t conquer together and no darkness would ever stand in their way.

“Thank you, my Love,” Ginny said after breaking the kiss and planting her head down on his chest.

They lay there in each other’s arms and just enjoyed the soft light and the sound of the fire dancing in the fireplace. Harry looked to the window startled by a noise until he saw Celeynn enter the room and take her spot on the perch in the corner.

Celeynn was part of their family and taught Harry a lot about using his phoenix form. She taught him how to flash from one place to another, but Harry figured out a way to use this ability without transforming. Now instead of appariting, Harry would just flash around. The good part was flashing ignored all wards and boundaries, so there was nowhere Harry couldn’t flash to or from.

“Harry, I was talking with Celeynn this morning and she agrees that we need to move closer to our family,” Ginny told him causing the bird to let out a short thrill of agreement.

Harry and Ginny were the only people that Celeynn communicated with through telepathy. She would tell them stories from years past as she was over seven hundred years old. Able to speak with them both at the same time, they could hold a conversation like any normal family.

“Oh, so you’re taking her side?” Harry asked the bird as she looked at them with a cocked head.

Yes, I am. You know as well as I do you could both use a recharge of your magic. All this running around and getting into trouble is wearing you out.’ Harry heard in his mind. Celeynn was a good friend. In the past year alone, she saved Ginny's life with a teardrop and took a Killing Curse for Harry.

“See, my Love, us women stick together,” Ginny said with a smile and a peck on his cheek. Celeynn let out a short thrill that sounded like laughter to the couple.

‘You two will be the death of me, I swear. I believe the ADK will ease the pressure off you now that Dedrich is gone. Also the location of interest in Scotland is completely open, but I must warn you Harry, it’s very close to Hogwarts.’

“It’s settled then, after we check the place in Scotland we will just stay. I will sell this house to Gringotts and we can buy a place near the Burrow,” Harry offered his wife. Ginny threw her arms around him and kissed him on the lips again. Celeynn rolled her eyes, and began to clean her feathers.

They both loved the area and wanted to live close to her parents not only so they could easily visit, but for security reasons as well. Arthur retired from the Ministry and took up a much higher profile job as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. The title came with prestige for the Weasley family, but in the event of a conflict, it would make Arthur a high profile target. They were both licensed Aurors with the Ministry and truth be told were twenty times better trained than any wizard the Ministry had to protect the Weasley household.

Years ago, Kingsley told Dedrich that once Harry and Ginny were trained to Auror standards to come back and get them licensed. After a year of training, they received their licenses from the Ministry along with a letter from Kingsley authorizing them to use any spell they deemed necessary in their pursuit of the book. Ginny often laughed and called Harry, James Bond, because he had a license to kill.

Over the years, the duo had branched off into different areas of specialization. Ginny liked to focus on the sneaky parts of their missions, as she excelled in getting information and making herself disappear. She also learned the Art of Healing and often mused that once this crap, as she called it was over, she would like to be a Healer.

Harry tended to use his magical skill to defend them and he became a keen investigator. He was a very experienced dueler between Mind Magic and his knowledge in Charms and Defense. Together as a unit, they were nearly unstoppable, as they never made a sound, but read each other minds and moved fluidly as one unit. A Dark Wizard who had the misfortune to come across their path in South Africa told them that he was not aware that Love Magic could be so powerful.

“Let’s go to bed, my Love,” Ginny told him as she watched his green eyes wonder. “We need to head to Scotland in two days and you need to go see Ron tomorrow.”

Harry nodded and allowed his wife to lead him down the hallway and into their bedroom. She was painfully aware that they next year would define the fate of their lives. She was often amazed at how precarious the balance of power was in the world. One moment you think everything is going exactly according to plan and the next minute you are dead. Dedrich learned that lesson the hard way, and she was determined that Harry would not. She would make sure that he stayed focused on the task in front of him, or she would die trying.

“I love you, Harry James Potter,” she told him as she laid her head down on the pillow next to his.

“I love you, Ginevra Molly Potter,” was the last thing she heard before sleep overtook her.

Celeynn heard them say goodnight before she decided to go out and hunt for some food. It was a cold night in the mountains of California, which made for good hunting. There was always a good amount of rodents around for her to feast on and she was sure that tonight would be the same.

While circling high above the tree tops she reflected on the situation Harry and Ginny found themselves in. When she was asked to look over the couple by her brother, she rejected the assignment at first. She knew it was too soon for Fawkes to take on a new master, if he ever did, but she had never been bound to a human and did not want to be. She deemed them weak and frail, and wanted no part in the cycle of life that would eventually lead to their deaths.

That was before she began watching Harry and Ginny Potter. After watching them for a few months, she saw the love and kindness in their hearts. She saw the love they had for each other and the steadfast determination to do what is right. It was then she decided to bind herself not only to Harry, but to Ginny as well.

She could see that Fawkes was right, they had the potential to be the most powerful Witch and Wizard the world had ever seen. They did things with their magic that Celeynn thought was only the stuff of legend. Fawkes had been around for the life of Merlin and the life of Dumbledore, as he was bound to both, and he was convinced that Harry could be more powerful than either one.

A hard and long road lay ahead of them and the trials that the world would throw at their feet would be massive, but if they stuck it out, nothing could stand in their way. About a year ago, she began speaking with them about the Chamber of Love and the powers it held. She knew they were both destined to enter the Chamber, but after that, their path became dark and she could not see the road, only the outcomes. Destiny was a double-edged sword in that regard. You had to make the choice, but the choice could bring about your demise. One thing was for certain, no matter the outcome, Celeynn would stand beside them for the entire journey.





There was no reason for her to be up this early, she thought as she walked towards her daughter’s room. Ron had to be at work early for a prisoner transfer from France and in the process, she had woken up.

Slowly opening the door to Emily’s room, Hermione slid her head in. Her daughter was fast asleep on her small four-poster bed. She was growing up way to fast for Hermione's liking. It seemed only yesterday she was born, or took her first step. However, after three and a half years, she thought it was time to give Emily a little brother or sister. The problem was convincing Ron that they were ready again.

Their work and home situation had changed so much in the past three years. When Emily was born, it had been easy. They were both Aurors and could make their schedule work or just have Molly babysit, but now that Ron was Head Auror and she had taken the Transfiguration post at Hogwarts, it was hard to spend time as a family. It was times like these that she missed her best friend. The last time she saw Ginny was over three years ago at the birth of Emily. There were times that she was not sure if she would ever see them again, but Harry and Ginny left them subtle hints.

At the beginning of every school year, there was a fresh bloom of lilies at the front gates of Hogwarts. Hermione was sure they were Ginny's handiwork as she had seen her create them at the Burrow for Harry. On the anniversary of the final battle there were always two Phoenixes circling the school singing a soft tune. It was very uplifting and became a staple of the school year, as teachers would bring their students out on the grounds to witness the sight. There was something odd about one of the birds that made Hermione think it had something to do it Harry.

The most impressive display of their continuing love for Dumbledore came every year on the anniversary of his death. The first day Hermione saw it, she cried for hours and every year since she went to witness the impressive magical display. Guarding the tomb of marble on the grounds were the images of a Stag and Horse. They stood their vigil for twenty-four hours and were able to interact with people that approached. It was the number one way that Hermione knew that Ginny and Harry were still alive. She just wished they would come home soon.

Leaving her daughter asleep, Hermione walked into the kitchen and joined her husband. He was at the table with his copy of the Daily Prophet open and a cup of coffee in his hand. She was amazed at the change in his body since their days in school. Ron had always been an imposing man, but now that he trained everyday, he was a rock. She loved playing her fingers along the edges of his muscles, which she did as she took a set next to him at the table.

“Hey,” Ron said looking up from his paper and smiling. “Sorry I woke you up.”

“Its ok, do you want some breakfast?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind.” He knew she loved to take care of him and since it was summer, she had the time. During the school year, the family moved into Hogwarts, but in the summer months, they lived at home in Godric’s Hollow, not far from Harry’s old house.

Hermione got up and began to make her husband eggs and some bacon, Ron just admired the view. Hermione took great care of her body and Ron always told her how much he appreciated it. He was amazed she could make it through the school year without some seventh year attempting to ask her out on a date, but Hermione kept them in line. She was a tough teacher and an even tougher Head of House. When McGonagall asked Hermione to come teach at the school she was also in need of a new Head for Gryffindor house. Hermione being the multi-tasker she is took on both positions.

“Today is the vote in the Wizengamot to make the changes at Azkaban permanent,” Ron said looking back down at the paper.

“Good, you know Kingsley really took huge strides in getting all that legislation passed.” Hermione was a big fan of the current Minister of Magic.

The year after he became the permanent Minister of Magic he pushed the Wizengamot to make sweeping changes in the way prisoners were handled. Using his alliances with the Department of Mysteries and the friendships he made over the years, he totally revamped the island prison. The Dementors were removed and replaced with all wizard guards, which created almost two hundred new jobs in the community.

The Department of Mysteries provided Kingsley with a spell that locked the magical powers of the person in prison. There was only one person who could release them from the spell, the person who put them under it. Since they wore hoods when casting the spell in court, no one could be sure which Unspeakable bound them.

“Yeah, Dad’s gonna make sure everything goes smoothly. I don’t see any problems with it going through.” Hermione could tell he was in a good mood, so she decided to push.

“Talk to Harry lately?” Ron stopped, lowering his paper. She knew he couldn’t talk about on going operations, but she decided to push the limit this morning.

“I haven’t spoken with Harry or Ginny in three months, but the patronesses were at the tomb, so I assume everything is ok. I miss them too, Mione,” he said deciding to tell his wife what he knew.

“I wish they would keep in touch more.”

“Mione, living the way they do is not easy on us, or them. They are fighting a war that no one knows about. All my sources tell me the fight against the ADK is heating up in Eastern Europe, and as far as I know, Harry and Ginny are the only ones fighting them. When they feel cornered they will reach out for help.” Ron looked back down at his paper hoping she would leave it at that. She did not.

“Its funny, no matter how much understanding I have of the situation, I can’t help but think the worst. McGonagall is worried about them, she says Albus knows something, but his portrait won’t say anything.” The portrait of Albus Dumbledore was a treasure of information, but whenever asked about Harry and Ginny’s situation, it immediately shut down.

“Good, this is a very sensitive situation. Especially after they were accused of killing the ex-German Minister of Magic. It was all lies of course, but the German Ministry still thinks they were involved.”

Truth be told Harry and Ginny were involved in the Ministers death, but they were attempting to speak with him before he was killed by the ADK. The fact that the German Ministry still accused them made Ron wonder who was actually in control, but that was another subject entirely.

The room fell quiet after Hermione handed Ron his breakfast. She took his paper and scanned through the articles as he ate. There was an interesting article on the War Orphans charity and its distribution of funds. Not many people knew that Draco Malfoy started the foundation, or that Molly Weasley ran it.

Draco had done a complete turn around after his parents were sent to prison. He used the Malfoy fortune to fund the program and he got married to a muggle he met in a bar. She was a wonderful woman who Hermione had the pleasure to meet more than once.

Ron and Arthur were so impressed with the turn around Draco made that when he applied to work for the Ministry, Arthur recommended him and backed him to become an Auror. The year after becoming an Auror his wife was killed in a muggle car accident, but Draco had taken it all in stride. He buried his wife and after the shock of it all wore off he got on with life by working hard and helping kids who were orphaned in the war.

The article called for the founder to come forward and be recognized for all the wonderful things they had done, but Hermione knew Draco was not in it for the public recognition. He was happy funding the project and letting Molly Weasley do as she saw fit. Draco was a great Auror and was part of a class that included Ron, Hermione, Luna Lovegood, Seamus Finnigan and Susan Bones. This group breathed new life into a department that was ravaged during the war.

Hermione looked up and jumped as a bright white light filled the room. She began to move for her wand before a large white Stag appeared next to the table. Both Ron and Hermione dropped what they were doing and stared, it was obviously Harry’s patronus. The stag smiled and bowed before opening its mouth to speak.

“Second T, at the rocky doors stability. Witching hour.”

The stag bowed its head again before disappearing as fast as it came. Ron smiled, but Hermione stared at the place where the Stag had been.

“What was that all about,” Hermione asked her husband.

“It means I get to see Harry tonight,” he told her with a smile. Hermione’s face twisted with confusion as she thought about the message, then it clicked.

“Thursday, Stonehenge, 3 in the morning,” she said with a smile. Ron was impressed she just broke their code in less than thirty seconds. No one ever said his wife was slowing down, if anything teaching made her sharper.

“When you see him remind him that the Defense Against the Dark Arts position is still open, and I'm sure Minerva would love to have him come teach.”

“Mione, he’s an Untouchable, he’s not gonna quit doing what he’s doing to come teach at Hogwarts,” Ron said laughing, but Hermione just smiled.

“You never know,” she said as Ron got up and kissed her on the forehead.

She watched as he left out of the back door and headed off to work. He worked hard and loved his job, so Hermione didn’t complain about the hours he kept. He often came home so tired that all he could do was fall asleep on the couch while Emily tried to play tea party with him.

The innocence of their youth was gone and the reality of age had set in. Hermione understood that there would always be another conflict or crazy wizard wondering around trying to kill everyone. The only way they were ever going to have peace in their lives was if someone like Ron and his group of Aurors enforced that peace. Harry and Ginny was a completely different situation.

They had an objective that ran along those same lines as the Aurors, but they went about their missions differently. There were no laws holding them back or regulations they had to follow. In the list of all time Dark Wizards and Witches there was Morgana, Slytherin, Voldemort and Grindelwald. To let any one of them loose on the world again was not acceptable, and Harry and Ginny were doing everything in their power to prevent it. She knew they went off to get specialized training to combat a group of Dark Wizards that would make the Death Eaters run for cover, but it didn’t make it any easier that she couldn’t help in some way.

She had no idea that her life was about to change forever and that the catalyst of that change was the one thing she wanted most.

Chapter 2: The Inner Circle
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Not that it really mattered in the whole scheme of things, but Ron was getting tired of being the first one in and the last one to leave. He knew that being Head Auror came with a lot of responsibility and enjoyed the position, but it was about time to start relegating. Hermione was starting to show signs of wanting another child and if they decided to go that route, Ron was going to need some family time built into his schedule.

This morning, like every other one for the past six months, found Ron at his desk going over nightly reports. He had a good force of Aurors, most of them held over after the war, but the real talent in his department was from the new classes coming from Hogwarts. Ron had led a class of five into the program after the war and that class was now in charge of the department.

It took some getting used to for the older Aurors, but they managed. Gawain Robards was now the Head of Magical Law Enforcement and being the ex- Head Auror, he kept Ron in line. Working at the Ministry was nothing like he thought. Basically he kept his head down and focused on his missions, the rest of it seemed to fall into place.

“Morning Ron,” Luna Lovegood said as she walked into the office and set her bag on the table.

“Morning Luna, hear anything from Seamus,” he asked her.

“I met Seamus and Susan for drinks last night, and I really think they may be starting to make way on the leak. According to Seamus it has to be in the Wizengamot,” she told her boss as she pulled up her chair.

Great, more good news, Ron thought. Seamus and Susan Finnigan were Ron’s best husband and wife team. Married for almost two years now, there was nothing that they could not uncover. If Ron needed a job done quickly and quietly, he chose the Finnigans.

“Well, I guess we tell them to proceed with caution, but I don’t like it. If the leak is in the court we are in for a bumpy ride,” he told her.

“I agree.”

Luna on the other hand was everything Susan and Seamus were not. She was kind and upfront, yet the innocent little girl they all knew at Hogwarts died in the Malfoy basement. Luna was ruthless in her pursuit of justice and stopped at nothing to get her man. Never married, but heavy on the dating scene, Luna was a force to be reckoned with and that was exactly why Ron made her his partner.

Her only downfall was her love for the one man that seemed oblivious to her beauty, Draco Malfoy. Draco had entered the Auror program a year after everyone else, but he asserted himself better than any other Auror on the force. He is smart, objective and a wiz with a wand. Not only that, but the man funded a charity while living in an apartment in downtown London.

“I got a message from Harry,” Ron said causing Luna’s head to jerk. Aside from the Weasley family and Kingsley, she was the only one who knew about Harry and Ginny.

“Oh yeah, what did the crazy bugger have to say?”

“I'm meeting him tonight, so I’ll be going home early to get some rest,” he warned her.

“Noted. Come on we’re going to be late,” Luna told him.

They both made their way down the hall and into the Auror Situation Room, the ASR. Entering the room, Ron noted that his three teams for the day were in and his special protection detail had arrived back from Azkaban. When he entered the room, the rest of the Aurors took their seats at the table.

“Alright you lot, we have a few things to discuss this wonderful morning. Finnigan’s, I want you on the same project, you have an official green light. If you need any help send me a patronus.”

Seamus and Susan both nodded their heads. Not everyone in the department knew of their investigation only the Inner Circle, as Ron liked to call them. The Inner Circle consisted of Seamus, Susan, Luna and Draco.

“Malfoy, Allison,” Ron continued taking his seat at the head of the table. “I want you two do assist the MLE squads today. Gawain tells me they are going to raid the apartment of a suspected robbery ring. I want you there as back up.”

“Sure thing, Weasley,” Draco said with a smile. Draco and his partner Allison White would be assisting the MLE squads, a boring, but necessary task.

“Why do we always get the shit details,’ Allison wondered out loud.

“Cause Weasley loves me,” Draco told her, before a section of the Daily Prophet hit him upside the head.

“Pay attention, Draco,” Luna said with a sideways smile. Ron laughed and continued.

“Myers, Franks, you two can take the rest of the day,” Ron said. They both nodded. Seeing as they were on prison transfer duty since two in the morning, Ron could not justify keeping them in the office all day.

“And last but not least, I would like you all too welcome Masters and Ryan to their first official day as Aurors,” Ron said pointing at the obviously new kids, fresh out of Auror training. There was a quick round of applause. “Today you two will be with Minister Shaklebolt as he makes his rounds.”

Paddy Ryan looked as if he wanted to cry. On his first day, he was tasked with guarding the Minister of Magic, one of the most important men in England. Little did he know that Kingsley made it a tradition that any new Auror spent their first day with him, and he always a trick up his sleeve.

“Ok, that’s all I have for you, dismissed.”

Masters, Ryan, Myers and Franks made their way out of the room, leaving the Inner Circle and Allison. Allison White was one of the youngest Aurors left after the war and fit in nicely with the members of the DA that were now Aurors. She was tall with fiery red hair that reminded Ron of Ginny. Very easy on the eyes, Ron was sure she was a catch for any of the single guys in the department, but she had her eye on a Professional Quidditch player and that was that.

“You know, Ron, if I didn’t know any better I would say you enjoy giving Draco and I the crappy assignments,” Allison said after the door closed. “Good thing I know you secretly adore me and would never want me to suffer.”

“Watch it, White,” Draco warned. “I’ve seen his wife use a wand, it’s scary.”

“Good point. Ok let’s go,” she said to her partner as she stood from her seat.

Draco followed his partner out the door, but before turning the corner, he turned back and caught Luna staring directly at him. With a huge smile and a wink, he was gone, causing Luna to let out an audible sigh.

“Merlin, you have it bad,” Susan said, causing Ron and Seamus to break out in fits of laughter and Luna to blush.

“I do not.”

“Yes Luna, you do,” Ron said through his laughter.

“Don’t you two have somewhere to be,” Luna snapped glaring at the Finnigans. This only made them all laugh harder.

“Actually we do,” Susan said laughing and rising out of her chair. She grabbed her husband by the shoulder and led him from the room.

“Stop laughing, Ron,” Luna said as Susan and Seamus left the room. “You know as well as I do that it’s not funny when you love someone and they don’t know it.”

“Oh, low blow,” Ron said gaining his composure. “Ok let’s get out of here, I want to head over to the Minister’s office and then we need to head out and look at that site in Edinburgh.”





Susan Finnigan accompanied her husband into the courtroom for the morning session. They were the Aurors on duty for the Wizengamot meeting today, but it also worked as decent cover for their real objective.

Susan had known Seamus most of her adult life, but never really gave any thought to the way she felt about him. That was until three years ago when they both finished their first year on the force. Seamus always flirted with her, but he did the same with most of the women in the office. One day he caught her as she tripped over a stool and since then they had been inseparable.

“You take the floor and I’ll take the Wizengamot,” Seamus told her.

She nodded and kissed him on the cheek before walking towards the rows of seating reserved for spectators. Seamus on the other hand would be in charge of keeping an eye on the members of the court. There were not many people in the stands today, just the normal cadre of reporters.

Seamus took his place below, and to the left of the Chief Warlock’s stand, waiting for the members to enter the courtroom. Over the past three months, his wife narrowed the source of the leak down to three members. The intelligence came from a source that was above Seamus’ pay grade and he knew better than to ask. All he knew was that sensitive information leaked to a group of old Grindelwald supporters, known as the ADK.

The first suspect was from an old wizarding family that had suspected ties to the Death Eaters, though they couldn’t prove it. Darwin Greengrass was old enough to have been around in the time of Grindelwald and had a few friends in Germany. He could easily pass on information without anyone knowing. He lived alone, but had an extensive extended family. The Greengrass fortune was huge, so if he was the mole, he did not do it for money. Therefore, the only reason he could have to support the ADK would be ideology.

The second suspect was Keyton Macmillan the grandfather of their friend Ernie from Hogwarts. There was only one reason Keyton was a suspect and that was ego. He often bragged about the things he knew, to people he barely knew. Even if Keyton was not the leak to the ADK, Seamus thought they could build a general case against him. Some of the women he met on a regular basis knew more about the way the Ministry worked than Seamus did.

The last suspect was one that really didn’t make any sense. Frederick Stevens was the second oldest member, behind Darwin Greengrass. He led a simple life after the death of his wife twenty years ago and had no known associates in Germany. He was too clean and Susan just had a feeling about him. Seamus learned to trust his wife’s intuition and put Frederick on the list. After a very careful look into his past it was found he immigrated to England in the 1930’s, after a hour of Susan saying I told you so, Seamus put his house under surveillance.

Now they played the waiting game, eventually someone would make a mistake and the Finnigans would be there to make the arrest. Ron trusted them with this sensitive case and they were determined to see it through. The sound of the members filing into the courtroom broke his concentration. It was time to get back to work.




As expected the book collection didn’t yield any clues or results. Ginny was getting restless so Harry flashed them to one of her favorite spots. They stood together in silence on the hill overlooking the Burrow. The lights were on in the house, but they were not ready to go inside just yet. Ginny could stand there for hours, just watching.

“Harry,” Ginny said leaning her head back into his chest. “I'm ready to come back home.”

“I know, my love, I know.”

Earlier that day they went by a few houses in the area that were for sale. Both of them currently occupied by muggles, but Harry was sure with a little work they could bring the house up to par. Ginny really liked one of them, but Harry was unsure on the price. It was the kind of house to raise a family in and he knew that was on her mind.

“I'm gonna flash you home before I go see Ron,” he told her. She just nodded and continued to soak in the area.

“Gin, by this time next week we will be back.”

“I know, my love. What is our cover gonna be,” she asked.

“Well, I don’t know yet, that’s one of the things I need to talk to Ron about. We can’t just come back and have no job. We need to get back into the swing of life.”

“You know, I got a copy of the Prophet the other day,” she told him. “Madam Pomfrey retired. Maybe I can look into taking over.”

That wasn’t a bad idea, Harry thought. The safety of the school would be almost as good as living in California. If Ginny worked at Hogwarts that meant they would have their own quarters. That was when it hit him.

“Ginny, if you wanted to hide something, where would you put it?”

“I had a few spots in the Burrow,” she reminded him. “Why?”

“Outside of the Burrow,” he asked.

“The safest place I can think of is Hogwarts,” she told him. The look on his face told her that he was on to something. “What is it, Harry?”

“That’s it, if I wanted to hide something somewhere I knew it would be safe forever, I would choose Hogwarts,” he said smiling. “If I were Grindelwald…”

“I would choose Durmstrang. That’s it, my love,” she turned and looked at him. “Why didn’t we ever think of that?”

“Well, for one we don’t know where it is. I assume Russia, but I don’t know for sure,” he told her. “And two, we were thinking someone knew about it, but what if he told no one.”

“If we can get into Durmstrang, where do we look,” she asked. “Wait, what about the story of the graffiti he put on the wall. Wasn’t there a story that said they couldn’t remove it?”

She was right. In the halls of Durmstrang, Grindelwald put some graffiti on the wall that the school couldn’t remove. The sign of the Deathly Hallows, his obsession, etched into the wall. It had to be there.

“We need to go to Russia,” Harry told his wife. “But were gonna need the Ministry’s help on this one. Cause I have no idea where to even start looking for Durmstrang.”

“Looks like you have more than one thing to talk to Ron about,” Ginny said with a smile on her face. Finally, a lead that sounded promising.

“Let’s go home.”

Ginny nodded and put her arms around her husband, and with a flash of fire, they were gone.






Harringay Arms was a small pub on the outskirts on London and a quiet place where the Aurors liked to grab a drink after work. Small and busy it allowed them to drink and have a good time with relative anonymity. The owner was a wizard who ran his quiet muggle bar without incident. Most of the staff were wizards as well and enjoyed having the Aurors around.

“You know, I'm not sure what your problem is, Draco,” Allison said to her partner. They were in a booth in the north corner of the pub. “You could have any girl in this place. Hell, you could probably have me if you tried.”

“It’s not about that, Allison, and you know it,” Draco said putting his beer down on the table. “I'm just not comfortable getting involved.”

Since the death of his wife two years ago, Draco had not so much as dated another woman, yet he flirted like crazy with everyone from co-workers to suspects. He was a very handsome man and would have no problem finding a woman.

“I know, I know, what about Luna,” Allison asked, afraid of the eruption she knew was coming.

“Luna is beautiful and I know she likes me, but I can’t get involved with another Auror,” Draco said before taking a drink of his beer.

“Why in Merlin’s name, not?”

“Well for one we would have to work together...”

“Ok, Seamus and Susan do that every day. Please continue,” she said shaking her head.

“That and well, I don’t think I can lose another wife,” Draco said putting his head down on the table.

“Draco, I'm sorry, I…”

“It’s not your fault, Allison,” he whispered.

There was a long silence as the two partners sat in deep thought. The server came by and they ordered another round. It was going to be one of those nights.

“I wasn’t talking about you getting married again, Draco. I'm talking about love,” Allison said breaking the silence. “You have gone long enough without love. Listen, I know your upbringing was not exactly stellar and you don’t want to talk about it, but I know.”

“Know what?”

“I know that it wasn’t great, but that’s no reason to shut love out of your life. Losing Heather to a freak accident is no reason to shut love out of your life. She would want you to be happy,” Allison reasoned. As much as he tried to play it off, Draco was still deeply hurt over the loss of his wife.

“I know, Al, I know.”

“I'm tired of this, I know, crap. You need to do something about it. Now tell me, what’s wrong with Luna again?”

Draco stared at his cup. The truth was that there is nothing wrong with Luna at all. The chemistry between them was amazing and they were both obviously attracted to each other. She was beautiful with her long legs and golden blonde hair. Draco was sure that if she wanted to, she could be a model. But, Luna wasn’t the problem, he was.

“I'm waiting…”

“There’s nothing wrong with her…” Draco began, but what cut off by the sight of Luna Lovegood walking towards their table. “Allison, what did you do?”

“Oh nothing,’ Allison said after turning around and seeing Luna. “I need to get going anyways.”

Allison got up from the table just as Luna arrived carrying her glass of red wine. She shot a knowing smile at Draco, even though he was scowling at her.

“Luna, good to see you,” she said giving the confused blonde-haired woman a hug. “I need to run, but Draco was gonna stay for a few drinks, see ya.”

She briskly walked off not turning around to see the confused look on Luna's face or the daggers in Draco's eyes.

“What her deal,” Luna asked as she took the now unoccupied seat across from Draco.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, she asked me to meet you two here and when I show up, she leaves,” Luna said taking a sip of her wine.

Draco looked the woman across from him over. She was wearing tight jeans that made her hips and butt look amazing, and a close fitting muggle top. The light of the bar seemed to sparkle around her eyes. He didn’t care if it was a trick with her make-up or what, because she looked absolutely stunning.

“I think something came up,” Draco said, downplaying the situation. “So how are you, Luna? We don’t get a chance to talk, just one on one.”

“I'm good,” she replied, her cheeks turning the color of her wine. “Just trying to relax a little, I have tomorrow off so I wanted to unwind.”

“Yeah, I have tomorrow off too,” he told her. “Poor Finnigans, what will they do without us?”

His smile made her melt. She always thought Draco was handsome, but now he was just sexy. He had long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail and the hint of facial hair playing around the edges of his jaw line. His deep blue eyes seemed to look right into her and it made her shiver.

“Allison called me here to get us alone didn’t she,” Luna said, an understanding smile playing at her lips

“Um, yeah,” Draco replied laughing to break the tension. “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice, but I should have remembered you’re much smarter than I am.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Luna replied, blushing.

“She thinks that we would make a great couple…”

“And what do you think,” Luna said a little too quickly.

“I umm, well, I think that I like you,’ Draco staggered out.


“Well, its just I haven’t dated since my wife died,” he said.

There was silence at the table as they both tried to think of a way out of the awkward situation. Finally, Luna decided to take a chance.

“Well, I like you Draco, and we don’t have to date at all. Maybe we can just hang out,” she offered as the butterflies in her stomach tied themselves in knots.

“No, that’s not fair to you,” Draco said causing Luna's heart to drop in her chest. “I think its time I took a chance. I rather date you. We can start right now by taking a walk around London, if you would like to accompany me.”

“I would love to,” she said smiling from ear to ear.

Draco paid the bill and the duo headed for the door. The night was brisk as they walked from street to street talking about their lives. It seemed hours went by, but they kept walking, oblivious to the world around them. They talked about their hopes and dreams, their fears and worries. Before they knew it, the sun was coming up in the east, heralding a new day.

“We should probably be getting home, we have both been up for at least twenty four hours,” Draco told her as they walked hand in hand on the banks of the Thames River.

“Yeah, I just don’t want this to end,” Luna said dreamily.

“How about tonight, I take you out on a real date,” Draco offered. “I know a great place.”

“I would like that,” Luna said leaning her body into his shoulder. “But I can assure this was the best first date I have had in a long time.”

“Me too,” he replied. “I’ll pick you up around six?”

“Sounds good to me,” Luna told him.

He picked up her hand with his and lightly kissed the backside as the shivers ran wild down her spine. Smiling up at her, he released his grip, and with a soft popping noise he apparated away.

Looking up at the sun cresting over the building in the distance, Luna decided today was going to be a good day.





The woods around the massive concrete structure were quiet as she waited for her companions. The meeting place was carefully selected as a place muggles would never dare enter at night. In the muggle world, this place was known for its ghost activity and its evil vibe. The Wolf’s Lair, once known as the headquarters for what the muggles considered the evilest man who ever lived, was actually the meeting place between Adolf Hitler and Grindelwald. Hitler was nothing more than a means to an end, to bring the muggle population under one rule.

World War Two, the muggles called it, was actually the work of the ADK, Anhänger der Dunkelsten Kunst, led by Gillert Grindelwald. The only thing that stood in their way was Albus Dumbledore, but since his death and the death of her Master, Koree Fett had been searching for the book that would bring him back to life. The only problem was Grindelwald told no one where he put it, not even her.

The ADK used to be a massive organization, but after the war, most of them disappeared. Koree and a few others stayed in contact over the years, and after their Master’s death, began the process of bring him back to life. They assumed no one else knew of the book, that was until they ran into their old enemy Dedrich and the two kids he had with him.

The sound of approaching footsteps announced the arrival of her companions, the last remaining members of Grindelwald’s Council. The ADK was small now, but Koree knew as soon as they declared themselves, their old army would rise again.

“Allego,” Koree said in greeting to the hooded man approaching.

Allego Smith and his wife, the ever-dangerous Zenzi, were the oddest couple. He was an older man whose years showed on his body. Zenzi on the other hand was a vampire and looked as young as she did the day she was turned. In the old days the husband and wife team were Grindelwald’s best assassins. They killed for fun, as well as for food.

Gregge Levitche came in behind the couple and completed the circle for the night. He was old, around a hundred, and one of the greatest potion masters of all time. After Grindelwald’s fall, Gregge went into hiding, but kept in touch with Koree. Two nights ago, Gregge killed Dedrich and ended an age-old feud between the two. Dedrich killed Gregge’s wife over fifty years ago in a raid of ADK headquarters, the night Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald and their world came crashing down around them.

When she called for them, all of her old comrades came to her side. Koree was determined to bring the ADK into their old glory, and now with Dedrich out of the way the road was clear. The two kids, even though she didn’t know who they were, didn’t stand a chance without his help.

“Welcome, my friends,” Koree said once they all said their greetings. “Tonight we make decisions that will lead to the glory of the ADK and the greater good of Wizarding kind.”

Zenzi shifted and smiled. Technically, she was a magical creature, but before she was turned, she was a witch. Her husband was her boyfriend at Durmstrang and instead of turning on her, he accepted her for who she became.

“The book is still a mystery,” Koree continued. “But I don’t want you worry about that. The book is my responsibility. We need to have complete control over the German and Polish Ministries. How are we coming along?”

“I have control of the German Ministry as you know,” Allego reminded her. “And I am well on my way to controlling the Polish Ministry. Next month the Polish Minister is going to have an accident. The replacement is a good friend of mine from the old days.”

“Who,” Koree asked.

“I will hold that card close for now, my friend,” Allego told her.

That was the problem with the current situation. No one would dare speak to Grindelwald that way, but until he returned, it was rule by committee.

“Very well,” Koree said. There was no point in pushing the matter any further. “Zenzi, I have a special mission for you. We need to know who those kids are that were with Dedrich.”

“They were magically formidable,” Zenzi agreed. “But without Dedrich to assist them, I hardly think they’re a threat.”

“If they’re searching for the book as well then they’re a threat,” Koree reminded her.

“What do you want me to do?”

“I would like for you to find out who they are, and if at all possible take them out,” she told her. “Hopefully our source can give us some information.”

“You want me to start in England,” she asked.

“Yes, I have a feeling that the late Albus Dumbledore is still meddling in our affairs,” she told the group. “If you start at Hogwarts, I'm sure you will find them.”

Zenzi nodded, and thought of the fun she was going to have when she found them.

“Now as we all know, Yo’see is working on gaining access to the Russian Ministry, and once we have the book and most of Eastern Europe under our control we can begin to break the spell of the Statute of Secrecy,” Koree told them.

Allego smiled to himself thinking of the return of his old friend. Koree had her reasons for wanting Grindelwald to return, everyone knew they were a couple under the surface. However, to Allego, Grindelwald was the means he needed to see the muggle population of the earth suffer for the great injustice they brought upon his family, and his wife.

“I say we go public now and stamp out the threat against us,” Allego offered. “There is no threat facing us like Dumbledore, nothing to stand in our way.”

“I caution you against making a move to quickly,” Gregge, countered. “It would benefit us to consolidate our power in secrecy. They can’t oppose us if they don’t know what we are doing.”

“I agree,” Koree said. “Don’t worry Allego, the time will come for all out war, but until then and until Grindelwald is back, we need to be careful.”

Koree was well aware of the Minister of Magic in England and the threat he posed. Kingsley Shaklebolt was highly regarded and their mole had warned her numerous times, not to take him lightly.

“As soon as there is a hint of our return, the English Minister will try and hunt us down,” Koree told them.

“Then what is our move?” Zenzi was growing tired of all the bickering in the group.

“I plan on entering Versteckt Berg and reestablishing the seat of power that Grindelwald left empty. When the rumor of our return reaches the ears of our army, they will come looking for us,” Koree told them.

Versteckt Berg was Grindelwald’s old fortress deep in the Swiss Alps. Just the mention of its name used to strike fear in the hearts of wizard and muggle alike. Koree planned to draw Werewolves, Giants and other magical creatures back into the fold as well. This time she planned on doing it right and having all the pieces in place for Grindelwald’s return.

“We will meet again in three weeks at the Berg,” Koree told the quiet group. “We will have a full meeting of the Council, as Yo’see will be able to join us. Until then work your angles.”

They all nodded and made to leave. Koree watched the group leave one at a time. She realized that it felt the same as it did last time. Their rise to power in the 1920’s was so fast and unchecked that no one knew how to stop them. This time, with Dumbledore dead, there was nothing standing in their way.

Smiling, Koree pulled her hood over her head and walked into the woods. If all went according to plan in three weeks, the ADK would begin to take Europe by the throat. If she could get her hands on Gillert’s book, the world would tremble beneath their feet.

Chapter 3: Welcome Home
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Nothing was moving in the immediate area as Ron scanned the hillside around Stonehenge. Muggles assumed that the Celtic tribes that once roamed this land built Stonehenge, but Ron knew better. Wizards were responsible for the stone structure, as it was an Ancient Magical site. No one knew what it stood for, or why it was built, but the magical signature was unmistakable. It was a great meeting place for the middle of the night because you can see anything approaching well before it gets to you.

Ron stood in his normal spot leaning up against one of the huge stone columns. He didn’t bother with a disillusionment charm or any other concealment, as he didn’t expect any trouble.

A noise off to his right caught his attention and he turned just in time to see a large black wolf walk out from behind a stone pillar. The wolf moved slowly, his bright green eyes scanning the area as he approached Ron.

“Hey mate,” Ron said to the wolf.

The wolf grinned and with a fluid motion, transformed into Harry Potter. Pulling his black cloak up over his head, he walked toward Ron, extending his hand in greeting.

“It’s good to see you, Ron,” Harry said shaking his best friend’s hand. “Sorry to keep you up so late.”

“It’s part of the job, and I wouldn’t pass up a chance to see ya. So tell me, what brings you here in the middle of the night.”

“Dedrich is dead,” Harry told his best friend. With a thud, he leaned back into the pillar next to Ron.

“What happened?”

“We had a good lead on the location of the book and we decided to go check it out,” Harry told him. “The ADK was waiting for us. Ginny thinks the information was bad and they set a trap for us.”

“Where did Dedrich get the information,” Ron asked hoping that it wasn’t connected with his leak.

“I don’t know, he never told us. It was a large deserted castle in Poland.”

“I heard there was a large battle in Poland a few days ago, I assumed it was you guys,” Ron's mind was now racing. “Harry, do they know who you are?”

“No, I don’t think so, they have seen us, but they would have no way of knowing our names. Unless someone told them, wait, your leak?”

“Merlin, I hope not,” Ron sighed. “I have Seamus and Susan working on it, but I don’t expect a solution anytime soon. If it wasn’t the Wizengamot, I would just arrest them all and interrogate them till they broke…”

“But politically, you can’t risk that,” Harry finished for him.

“Yeah, Kingsley would be crucified,” Ron smiled. “It’s funny to watch him do his political dance.”

“I bet,” Harry shook his head. “There is another problem. It’s Ginny, she wants to move home.”

Ron was expecting this talk and was ready for it. He wanted nothing more than for his sister to come home, but there was more at stake than just his feelings for his family.

“I only see one problem with that,” Ron began. “If they find out who you are, they’re gonna come after you. They know that you know about the book, you’re a threat.”

“Yeah we know, but with Dedrich gone we have no support system.”

“Well you know Kingsley has been preparing a plan for just this problem. For the past five years, he has kept the Defense Against the Dark Arts position open for you, with the hope that when you came back you would take it,” Ron told him.

“Yeah, I know, did you know Madam Pomfrey retired,” he asked.


“Ginny wants the job,” Harry told him. “If we do come back and get jobs at Hogwarts it will keep us from being too exposed. Hogwarts is still relatively secure.”

Ron knew Kingsley was working on a plan that would go along with the two of them getting teaching jobs. He planned to put a task force together and have Harry and Ginny give them special training. The threat of another war was looming heavily on the Minister, and he was going to use Harry and Ginny to prevent one.

“I can propose that to Kingsley,’ Ron hedged. “I'm sure he’ll go for it.”

“Good cause we plan on moving back tonight,” Harry told him. “We will be at the Burrow around six.”

“Wow, she’s really serious about this. Losing Dedrich must have been hard on her.”

“You have no idea, bro, no idea. I can feel her pain now,” Harry said before thinking about what he was saying. Ron looked at him, confused.

“You can feel her?”

“Through Legilimency and Telepathy, yes,” Harry told his shocked friend. “I rather not get into it now. I can tell you later.”

“If you say so,” Ron said shaking his head. He knew Harry and Ginny's training was intense, but he didn’t know to what degree.

“We will be there, tonight at the Burrow. Mum’s gonna flip, you know,” Ron told him.

“Yeah, I know. Listen, I need your help with a lead,” Harry told him peaking his interest. “I need to know where Durmstrang is located and I need to get inside.”

“Merlin, Harry I have no idea where it is, but Kingsley might. I’ll talk to him later today.”

A sound off to the east made them both turn and pull their wands. Not seeing anything, they relaxed. This meeting spot was secluded, but the threat of attack was always in the back of Harry’s mind.

“I need to get back to Ginny and you should probably go home and get some sleep,” Harry told his friend. “I will see you tonight, but please talk to Kingsley. We would like head to Durmstrang as soon as possible.”

“Right,” Ron nodded and offered his hand to Harry again.

After shaking hands Harry walked away, but before he made it to the edge of the stone ring, he disappeared in a flash of fire. Ron shook his head and laughed to himself. He constantly had to remind himself that Harry and Ginny were a few levels above him now, at least magically. He had no idea what kind of apparition made you disappear in a ball of fire, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

“Expecto Patronum,” Ron said producing a silvery terrier that sat in front of him awaiting instructions. “Tell Kingsley the ball is rolling, and I will be in at noon.”

The terrier nodded and disappeared into the night. Ron turned his thought to his bed and curling up behind his beautiful wife. With a small pop, he was gone.




Minerva McGonagall sat in her office in the early evening. Though it was mid July, she was already at work preparing for the next school year. She knew Kingsley would send her another Auror to fill in as Defense Professor, but she had another post to fill. Healer was an important part of the school. She was debating either putting an announcement in the Prophet or talking to St. Mungos.

Since the fall of Voldemort five years ago, the school had taken great strides to rebuild and move on. The castle was repaired and the students kept coming, but it seemed the staff just couldn’t find that old balance. She wasn’t sure if it was her leadership that was lacking or if they didn’t have the right people.

Hermione Weasley had taken over the Transfiguration post and Neville Longbottom now taught Herbology, but the influx of a new teacher every year was hard on staff moral. Now she had to fill the Healer position as well. It was not something she was looking forward to doing.

“Headmistress,” the portrait to her left called. “Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley are on the grounds.”

She lifted her head up and looked at the portrait of Severus Snape that hung on the wall near the window. After the Wizengamot cleared him of all charges, Minerva had made sure his portrait went up where it belonged.

“Make sure they find their way to this office, Severus,” she told the portrait.

“They seem to be heading this way.”

She nodded and began cleaning the piles of paper off her desk. She didn’t want to give the impression that they interrupted her work. She was unsure why the castle was the first place they decided to come after being gone for five years. Minerva knew they were doing something important, but wasn’t quite sure what it all entailed. There was a soft knock that the door.

“Enter,” she called as she sat back down at her desk.

The door opened and two cloaked figures walked in, their hoods pulled over their heads and for a brief second she flashed back to the Death Eaters and the fear that gripped the countryside for years.

“I assure you, we’re not Death Eaters,” Harry said, pulling the cloak back over his head. Ginny did the same and Minerva was taken aback, before her stood not the kids she remembered, but the man and woman they had become. They both came forward and offered their hands in greeting. She shook them both and offered them to sit down.

“Harry, Ginny, to what do I owe this pleasure,” she asked once they all took a seat.

She carefully studied the couple across from her. Harry had grown not only in height but also in bulk. She ventured to say he was a lot stronger than when she saw him last. His raven black hair was pulled back behind his head and his green eyes sparkled with amusement as he took in the office around him.

Ginny’s body had finally caught up with her. Her long red hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back. Her body had filled out in all the right places and she looked like some kind of Goddess of legend. If she didn’t know any better, she could have mistaken the couple before her for royalty.

“I was under the impression you needed a Healer,” Ginny said with a smile. “And my husband wanted to speak with you about your Defense Against the Dark Arts position.”

“Husband?” She watched as Harry lifted Ginny's hand out of his lap and kissed the finger that held their wedding ring. She always knew they would end up together, as it was just a matter of time.

“Congratulations,” she exclaimed. “I'm so happy for both of you. As to your statement, yes I am looking for both positions, but what makes you think you are qualified.”

Harry smiled and pulled his wand from under his cloak. Both he and Ginny had decided that they would use wands in front of people, for now. Running his wand down his exposed arm, he created a very deep gash. Blood began to run down his arm towards his hand. Taking her wand and running over the cut, Ginny healed it without as much as a drop of blood remaining.

“On top of my training as a Healer, I have also studied under Master Hubei in China. I can make any potion needed and do not require assistance from the Potions Master,” she told the Headmistress.

“You studied under Master Hubei,” Minerva asked, surprised. “He only takes on one student a year.”

“He taught us both at the same time.”

McGonagall sat back in her chair. If that was true then Harry and Ginny were more qualified to teach potions then Horace could ever dream to be. Just what had these two been up to for five years, she wondered.

“Harry, I assume you had some advanced training in Defense as well,” McGonagall asked, not sure if she wanted to know the answer.

“You could say that. We both have had extensive training and practical application of the subject,” Harry said. “We have studied all over the world.”

“Why do you want to teach?”

“When we left England, five years ago, we did so knowing we both wanted to somehow be connected with this school,” Ginny said. “Until recently we have been preoccupied and though our task is not complete, we need a cover and we want to pass on some of the knowledge we have learned over the years.”

“What exactly was the task you set out to complete,” Minerva asked, looking carefully at the couple in front of her.

“Now Minerva, it’s not polite to probe too deeply,” the portrait of Albus Dumbledore said, no longer able to keep quiet.

“Hello Professor,” Harry said to the painting behind the desk.

“Harry, it is good to see you,” Albus said graciously. “I take since you are back in England that Dedrich is no longer with us?”

“He was killed two nights ago,” Ginny said the sadness in her voice evident.

“Mrs. Potter, I assure you that Dedrich loved you both very much and did everything he could to make sure you were prepared for this eventuality. He came to see me here in this office often.”

Harry looked to Ginny in shock and then back to Minerva. “You knew?”

“Yes, I knew. Dedrich was an old friend,” Minerva said. “I knew that he asked you two to help him complete a task Dumbledore left him, but I am unaware of what that task is or what you two have been up to. Only that you were with Dedrich and working towards something.”

“Minerva, he was looking for the Book of Grindelwald,” the portrait told her.

“I thought that book was destroyed,” Minerva said in shock. Harry saw she obviously knew what the book was.

“So did we, until a high level ADK member defected and told us that the book survived. I asked Gillert many times before I died, but he always told me it would never be found.” Ginny couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Even in death, Dumbledore knew more about what was happening than anyone else.

“Professor, why did Dedrich ask us to help find it,” she asked the portrait, she could tell Harry wanted to ask the question, but he was too deep in thought.

“Dedrich asked me if you two would be up to the task. I assured him you would. You may not know it now, but you two are destined to do great things. The love and power between the two of you is something that does not come along very often,’ he told them.

“The Chamber of Love,” Harry said looking strait at the portrait. “We are supposed to enter it, aren’t we?”

“Yes, you are,” Dumbledore said. For a second Harry thought he saw a twinkle in the eye of the portrait. There was a long silence in the room as they digested the information.

“Well, I'm not sure what you two are doing, but I do know I need a Teacher and a Healer. It will be nice to have you both in the castle again,” she told them snapping them from their thoughts.

“Minerva, until our task is complete we may have to leave on a moments notice, and if I'm not mistaken we may also have to train a few Aurors here,” Harry told her. He could see the pieces falling into place.

“The Minister flooed me earlier to ask me if I had room for an advanced Auror training class,” she told him. “How did you know?”

“It all fits,” Ginny said for her husband.

“This problem is going to reach a head in the next year or so, and when it does the Ministry is going to need their Aurors trained to a level they have never seen,” Harry told her. “You were around for the terror of the ADK and you know what they are capable of. When the Death Eaters took control of England the Aurors were caught with their pants down, that’s not gonna happen again.”

“So that’s what Kingsley meant,” McGonagall said knowingly. “Well just know that we are behind you, and yes I still want you to teach here. Welcome back to Hogwarts.”

Harry and Ginny both rose from their chairs and shook her hand again. Coming around the side of the desk, she pulled them both into a hug. She may have been their teacher, but to her they were much more than just students.

“I will need to speak with Dumbledore again at a later date,” Harry told her.

“This office is always open to you,” she assured him.

“I will be waiting for that conversation, Harry,” Dumbledore said with a smile. To Harry it seemed that though it was only a portrait, the true spirit of Dumbledore lived on in the painting.

“Now, have you been to see Molly,” Minerva asked. They both shook their heads. “Then I implore you to go visit her, she misses you both dearly.”

“That’s our next stop,” Ginny assured her. “We are heading there now.”

“I'm sure you will see more of us in the coming days,” Harry told her. “If my guess is correct, Kingsley will not want to wait.”

“I think your right.”

Harry held out his hand for Ginny and she took it ever so gently. With a nod of his head, they both disappeared in a flash of fire.

“What in Merlin’s name was that,” Minerva asked as she stared blankly at the spot they left.

“That, my dear Minerva, is but a taste of the power those two hold in their bodies. I believe it was a Phoenix flash if I am not mistaken. Dedrich told me Harry could transform into a phoenix, but I was unaware he could use its powers while not transformed.”

“Amazing,” she muttered as she sat back down in her chair. “Albus, Severus, I have a feeling this is going to be a very eventful year.’

“Of course it is,” Snape chimed in. “Potter’s back in the castle, Merlin help us all.”




Harry was nervous for the first time in years. He could feel the energy radiating off his wife as she prepared herself for an emotional reunion with her family. Though the Weasleys’ knew what they were up to, there was no contact between them. Ginny felt that the less contact she had with her family the easier being apart from them would be.

“Are you ready for this, my love,” Harry asked her as they approached the backdoor.

“As ready as I’m ever gonna be,” she whispered.

As they walked in the door, they found Arthur, Ron and Emily sitting at the kitchen table, while Molly and Hermione were doing dishes. It was obvious to Harry they had missed dinner, but he knew that the next few hours were going to be so hectic that they wouldn’t be hungry. The sound of a plate hitting the floor caused everyone in the room to stop and stare at Molly.

“Ginny, what…” Molly couldn’t even speak. Harry could feel the emotions begin to spill out of her.

“Hi, Mum,” was all that Ginny could get out as the tears began to well in her eyes.

Harry took a step back. He understood this was between his wife and her family. Molly crossed the room quickly and pulled her daughter into a huge hug. The tears broke loose and both women began sobbing into each other. Arthur was now standing and moving towards his daughter as well, while Ron picked up Emily and went to stand by Hermione. It was a very touching moment.

“Harry, son, welcome home,” Arthur said offering his hand to his son in law. Harry took it and smiled.

“It’s good to be back,” Harry said turning his attention back to his wife, who was still in the midst of a tearful hug.

“Harry James Potter,” Molly said looking in his direction. Harry winced at the use of his full name. “You get over here right now and give your mother a hug.”

Harry smiled and walked towards her. Molly pulled him into the hug and the crying started again.

“It’s so good to see you both,” Molly said releasing the couple. Ginny immediately turned to her father and fell into his arms. “I was beginning to wonder if I would ever see you again.”

“We were always close,” Harry told her as he walked over to the younger Weasley couple.

“Harry,” Hermione said throwing her arms around him. She pulled back and looked to her husband and daughter. “This is Emily. Emily, this is your Uncle Harry.”

The three year old looked at the man before her. “Hi,” she said.

“Hi, Emily,” he could tell she was apprehensive, so he didn’t push.

They said their greetings and the adults took a seat at the kitchen table, while Emily played on the floor with a few of her toys. Watching her, Harry decided he was going to spoil her rotten. He could also see the look of longing in Ginny’s eyes, she wanted a child and he knew the time was soon approaching that they would discuss it.

“Ron told us about Dedrich,” Molly said. “He seemed like such a nice man.”

“He was,” Ginny said. “He taught us a lot, not only about magic, but about life.’

“He was a good friend,” Harry confirmed. Learning earlier that Dedrich had kept Dumbledore in the loop, made him appreciate the man even more.

“So now that you are home I want to hear everything,” Molly told the couple. “Starting off with where you lived, and why I don’t have more grandchildren yet.”

The reunited family talked at the table for hours. Not just covering Harry and Ginny, but also what was happening in England. The Potters left out nothing, except for their current lead, and told their family of their travels, training and their current situation.

“So starting September first, you are looking at the new Healer and Defense teacher at Hogwarts,” Ginny told them.

“It will be so nice to have you both in the castle,” Hermione told her.

“I'm so proud of both of you,” Molly said smiling at her kids.

A flash of fire and the rushing air in the room interrupted the conversation suddenly, as Celeynn appeared and landed on Harry’s chair. There was a gasp in the room, as the family was suddenly confronted with the beautiful bird.

“Everyone I would like you to meet Celeynn,” Ginny said as the magnificent bird nuzzled its head into her hair. “Celeynn, this is my family. Arthur, Molly, Ron, Hermione and that beautiful little girl is my niece Emily.”

Celeynn moved down to the floor next to Emily, who stepped back quickly. Emily cocked her head and looked oddly at the bird and then to her mother. Then without saying a word, she moved forward and placed her hand on the birds head. Celeynn let out a short thrill as the three year old ran her fingers through the feathers on her head.

“Mommy, the bird talks,” Emily said, looking up to her mother. Hermione looked at her in confusion and then to Harry.

“Celeynn speaks to Ginny and I using telepathy,” Harry told them. “She must have spoken with Emily as well.”

‘I did, this little one has a great deal of potential,’ Harry heard in his mind.

“She did,” Harry told everyone else. “She also says Emily has a great deal of potential. Phoenixes don’t generally speak with humans they are not bound with.”

‘One day, this little one will have a Phoenix of her own to speak with.’

That made Harry look at Ginny, but she just smiled at him. He decided not to pass on that last bit of information. One thing Harry learned over the years, was knowing too much could be a bad thing. Dumbledore taught him that sometimes knowing the future would cause you to make the wrong decisions.

“Thank you,” Emily said suddenly to Celeynn. The Phoenix bowed before rising back into the air and resuming her perch on Harry’s chair.

“Mommy,” Emily said turning to Hermione. “I want a birdie.”

Laughter broke out around the table as Hermione explained to Emily that they were too expensive. That seemed to satisfy her and she went back to playing with her toys.

“Harry, I need to speak with you in private,” Ron said motioning towards the back door. Harry nodded and got up.

“Don’t be too long, my love, its getting late,” Ginny said to Harry as he made his way to the back door. He smiled and planted a kiss on her forehead.

“Celeynn,” Harry said turning to the bird. “Could you come outside with us, this may concern you.”

The bird nodded and disappeared with a flash of fire. Harry knew she would be outside circling above the Burrow, as long as she was there, she could hear. Harry walked out the door with his brother in law and they made their way down the path.

“I spoke with Kingsley,” Ron began as they walked towards the lake. “He wanted to see you, but he told me to get in contact with Viktor Krum. Viktor’s wife is a teacher at Durmstrang.”

“Will he help us?”

“Yes, he often passes information to us,” Ron confided. No more than five people in the world knew that information. “He will meet you tomorrow night in Sarov, Russia. I have a map for you. There is an old muggle missile base on the north side of town. He will be there at midnight.”

“Do you work often with Viktor,” Harry inquired, hoping to get a rise out of his friend.

“No, Hermione is his handler,” Ron told him. “Never repeat any of this, except to Ginny.”

“Of course not,” Harry said. He was very surprised at Ron’s demeanor. He reminded himself that Ron was not only Head Auror, but also the head of the Ministry’s Intelligence Division.

It was a little known fact that Wizarding governments, not unlike Muggle governments, had an Intelligence Service. Covering foreign and domestic intelligence, it was run out of the Aurors office. It occurred to Harry that other than Kingsley, Ron was the best-informed person in England.

“Ok, we will be there. What do you know about Kingsley’s plans,” Harry asked. He could just read his mind, but he rather have a normal relationship with his best friend.

“Kingsley wants to see you in the morning, but he’s gonna propose a special unit to deal with the ADK threat,” Ron told him. He knew Harry could just read his mind if he wanted the information. He was glad that he refrained. It showed that Harry still trusted him.

“I figured as much.”

The both turned at the sound of a loud popping noise behind them and were shocked to see Draco Malfoy and Luna Lovegood near the Burrow. Draco looked around and saw Ron and Harry standing not twenty feet away. Grabbing Luna’s hand, he walked briskly in their direction.

“Draco, what’s going on,” Ron asked shocked to see his partner and Draco together and holding hands.

“There was an attack,” he told his boss as he came to a halt when he noticed Harry.

“Draco,” Harry said nodding his head. Harry was well aware of the things Draco had done in the past five years, but they still had not spoken since the day of the final battle at Hogwarts.

“Harry, it’s good to see you,” Draco offered. “Ron, Allison’s dead.”

The shock of the statement hit Ron like a ton of bricks. One of his Aurors was dead. His first instinct was to be angry, but it quickly subsided, replaced by sadness.

“What happened,” he asked. “You can speak freely in front of Harry.”

“She was going to do her sweep of Hogwarts when I left her this afternoon, I needed to go home and get dressed. Luna and I had a dinner date,” he told them. Luna blushed at the revelation. “My coin went off while we were at dinner, the location said Hogwarts, and so we went and found her near the lake.”

“How was she killed,” Harry asked. He didn’t know Allison, but the thought of someone dying at Hogwarts concerned him greatly.

“I'm not expert on the subject, but I think she was killed by a vampire,” Luna said. Harry could feel her fright at the thought of someone sucking the blood out of her body.

“Shit, I was at Hogwarts earlier,” Harry said. Waving his hand, he produced a patronus to the shock of everyone standing by him. The Stag stood and awaited orders. “Tell Ginny, Chopsticks.”

The Stag nodded and disappeared. Before anyone could say a word there was a flash of light and a rush of air as Celeynn came to his side. She perched herself on the fence post next to Ron.

“Celeynn, I need you to find out if Zenzi is in England,” Harry said to the bird. With a nod, the bird disappeared in a flash of fire.

“What’s going on,” Draco blurted out, unable to contain his feeling any longer.

“Ron,” Harry asked looking questioningly at his best friend. Ron nodded so Harry continued. “I think Allison, I believe you said her name was, was attacked and killed by a member of the ADK.”

“The ADK has not been seen since the mid 40’s,” Draco countered. “My uncle was a member.”

“I know,” Harry said. Draco’s uncle had been a member of the ADK back then. He died in prison for his crimes during that war. “They are back, well at least the main Council is, and Ginny and I have been working for five years to make sure they don’t come to power.”

“Merlin,” Draco said thinking of the ramifications. “If they gain power we are going to have a war on our hands.”

“This information does not leave this circle,” Ron said quickly. It was time to start damage control. “Harry, where is the Burrow.”

Draco and Luna turned around and to their amazement the house that was there five minutes ago was now gone. Replaced by a large tree surrounded by lilies, which Harry was sure Ginny did for her niece.

“Ginny sealed it,” Harry told them. “Until I know where Zenzi is, the house will stay on lockdown. Zenzi is very evil, think of Voldemort as a vampire.”

Draco whistled. “That is a scary thought.”

The sound of movement to the right drew the attention of the Aurors. With a swift motion, Draco and Luna pulled their wands and pointed them in the direction of the sound. Before they could bring their wands to bear on the threat, their wands flew into Harry's hand.

A large black panther approached them, its eyes darting from side to side, checking out their surroundings. Luna, who was now defenseless moved to stand behind Draco. The panther seemed satisfied that there was no immediate threat, and moved to Harry's side. Draco and Luna were staring at the panther and to their surprise, it transformed into Ginny before their eyes.

“Sorry,” Ginny said after she gained her composure. “I didn’t know if the threat was out here.”

“You’re an Animagus,” Luna asked still in shock.

“We both are,” Harry told her, handing them back their wands. “Gin, Zenzi might be around.”

“Merlin, that woman gives me the creeps,” Ginny said. “What happened?”

They brought her up to speed on the situation. Harry told her that he sent Celeynn out to look for Zenzi, but he didn’t want to take any unnecessary risks. He explained to Luna and Draco that the ADK was active again and attempting to raise Grindelwald from the dead.

“Why would Zenzi be at Hogwarts,” Ron asked refocusing the conversation.

“My guess is they are trying to figure out who we are,” Ginny said. “Now that Dedrich is dead, Harry and I are the biggest threat to their plans.”

“Ok, this is what were gonna do,” Ron told the group. He had a dead Auror to deal with and the threat of a crazy vampire loose in the countryside. “Draco, Luna, I want you two to go back to Hogwarts and gather as much information as you can, but be careful. If you see anyone out of the ordinary, I want you to fall back and report. Understood?”

“Yes,” Luna said for both of them. “Let’s go, Draco. Harry, it was very nice to see you again, you too Ginny.”

“Wait,” Draco said before Luna could walk away. “Harry, Ginny, I have said this to everyone else, but you weren’t around at the time. I'm sorry for everything that happened between us in the past.”

“Draco, we are both aware of what you have done to atone for your mistakes,” Harry said placing his hand on Ginny's shoulder. “We both look forward to working with you.”

Ginny nodded her head in agreement and Draco smiled the tension between them now broken. Draco turned and grabbed Luna’s hand and with a pop, they disappeared.

“You two stay here and protect my family,” Ron told them. “I need to go see Kingsley at home and then talk to Allison’s parents. Tell Hermione I will be back, but late.”

“I'm coming with you,” Harry told his friend. “I need to see Kingsley and no one should go out alone till I hear back from Celeynn.”

“I will stay here,” Ginny said turning on her husband. “If you need me for anything, you call me. You know the password to enter the house.”

Harry nodded and kissed his wife passionately on the lips. Ron was impressed. There was no bickering between them, no disagreements. They both knew their role and they played it to the best of their ability. Ron could tell he had yet to scratch the surface of their new demeanor, but he also knew in due time he would see it in full force. Ginny turned on the spot and was gone, with only a wisp of white smoke where she stood.

“How many different apparations do you two use,” Ron asked Harry with a laugh. Harry just smiled.

“Where to first,” he asked pulling his cloak over his head.

“Ministry atrium,” Ron said.

With a flash of fire and a small pop, they both disappeared.