FIC: Abandon ~ 39 ~ Tom(Voldemort)/Harry ~ R

[batsutousai]

Title: Abandon
Author: batsutousai
Beta: magickmaker17
Pairings: Harry/Tom(Voldemort), Seamus/Blaise, Ginevra/Theodore, post-Ron/Hermione, Salazar/Godric
Warnings: This will have slash(Guys on guys, ppl.) , Dumbledore bashing, Ron bashing
Disclaim Her: …I need a shower…

Key: Okay, you might need these:
Mind-speak
:Parseltongue:
’ Written thoughts’

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Chapter 39

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Ron was reading a letter, many others strewn across the bed around him, when Harry walked into his room. He didn’t even appear to have noticed the slightly younger wizard enter.

“I see Fred and George were able to keep their tempers in check,” Harry mentioned, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms over his chest.

Ron glanced up. “What do you want, Harry?”

Harry stepped up to the bed and picked up a letter to glance at. It was from Percy and dated back to October. “You’ve been writing to Percy. I see. Is this why you blew up when Ginny didn’t care?”

Ron snatched the letter from Harry’s grasp and started piling them all together neatly. “Perhaps.”

Harry smiled coldly. “He says something about me, doesn’t he?” Ron froze, eyes on his outstretched hand. “In that letter you were reading? It looked like it was the most recent.”

“He said some things, yes.”

“Did he call me a Death Eater, Ron? Tell you I led some side group to the main pack of the Dark Order?” Harry asked evenly.

Ron’s eyes shot up to the impassive face above him. “How did you–“

“Because that’s the same stuff he told Dumbledore after he tried to kill Hermione and myself.”

Ron narrowed his eyes. “He’d never hurt Hermione. I told him I cared about her.”

“But not me? I’m wounded, Ron.”

“You’ve been horrible to me, lately,” Ron pointed out.

“You’ve deserved it,” Harry said softly and Ron’s mouth slammed shut. “You got Hermione pregnant when she didn’t want it, have been attacking the relationship between myself and Ginny, then you attacked Ginny directly. Each unforgivable in their own way. Tell me, Ron, what’s keeping me from killing you here and now for attacking Ginny this time? She’s lost her voice, Ron. She’ll never speak again.” He leaned over so he was nose-to-nose with the redhead, voice still soft and emotionless, “What’s stopping me?”

“My parents–“ Ron started, mouth dry.

“Molly and Arthur are not pleased with you. Do you think they’d have let me come up here alone if they were worried for your well-being?”

“I– Dumbledore–“

“What occurs off school grounds is none of his concern.”

“The Order–“

“Is too busy chasing psychotic wizards and trying to figure out where I’ve been all night to worry about you.”

Ron shook his head. “You’re defenceless.”

“I’ve been learning martial arts, Ronald, and Dumbledore gave me my wand back after Percy attacked us.”

“You’re going to kill me,” Ron realized, eyes wide. “Percy was right, wasn’t he? You are a Death Eater…”

Harry smirked. “Very good.” He settled on the bed gently, eyes never leaving the horrified blue ones of the boy he’d once called a friend. “Would you like to hear how Perc died, Ron? I can tell you, you know. I did it.”

“You– no…” Ron shook his head.

“The Dark Order is for life,” Harry whispered. “Those that join live their lives out as Dark wizards or they die very quickly as Light ones. Percy turned traitor and was killed. It is how we’ve always done things.”

“You’re being controlled or–or–or–or something!” Ron cried.

“Now, Ronald, I know you have a brain. If Voldemort couldn’t control me in fourth year, what makes you think he can control me now?”

“You’re not Harry Potter, then!”

Harry let out a cold laugh, reminiscent of the Dark Lord’s own laugh. “Remus said the same thing, you know? So, go ahead, Ron, ask me a question only I would know.”

“Wh-when we f-f-followed the sp-spi-spiders, what did we s-see?”

“You sound like Professor Quirrell. And we found a colony of Acromantula in the forest which were friends of Hagrid’s. They wanted to eat us, but your dad’s old Ford Anglia came about and saved us,” Harry said in an off-handed manner. “Care to try again?”

“What was the f-first Choco-chocolate Frog Card you g-got?”

Harry frowned at the other wizard. “Dumbledore. I was surprised to discover that the photos moved in the Wizarding world. You found it so very strange that Muggle pictures couldn’t move…” he trailed off, shaking his head to remove himself from the memory. “So much has changed since then…”

Ron let out a sound like a sob. “Why? Why did you join You-Know-Who?”

Harry stood. “We all have our own reasons, Ron. You haven’t earned back my respect enough, yet, to learn mine, though. I’d tell you to ask Ginny for hers, but, well, you’ve kinda made that a fool’s errand, haven’t you.” He cupped Ron’s cheek gently and gave the other wizard a sad look. “Poor, poor, Ron. We’re all leaving you behind. Your family’s going Dark and you’re stuck in the Light. What a painful sight.”

“Harry…”

“Now, you have to understand, Ron, that I cannot let you spread our secrets around. I’ll let you keep all your letters, of course, but no one must ever see them,” Harry said gently, even as he weaved the Secrecy Charm around the teen on the bed. “Percy died crying, Ron. Covered in his own blood and crying like a baby. He was a traitor twice, my friend. A traitor to your family and the Light, then a traitor to myself and the Dark. Traitors deserve to die, Ron. And, perhaps, you shall be the next to fall?” the young Dark wizard suggested easily before sweeping from the room and back downstairs. He felt, rather than heard, Ron following him.

“Is he still alive?” George asked as Harry entered the living-room.

Harry cocked an eyebrow at the teen. “I recall telling you that Gin wanted a piece of him as well, George.”

“Short memory, that one,” Fred offered.

“Pity. You two often appear to share a brain.”

“What bit up your arse?” Fred grumbled.

Harry sighed and sat carefully. “Many things.”

“Sexual frustration,” Arthur suggested, receiving a punch from his wife. “Ouch! Molly, what was that for?”

Harry smiled sadly. “Yes.” He sat back in the chair he’d taken. “You might as well just join the rest of us, Ronald. You do a rather poor job of stalking people.”

Ron poked his head around the doorway and found himself facing four wands from his family and the back of Harry’s head. “Hi?”

“Lower them,” Harry said firmly. When no one’s wand went down he stood. “What did I just say?”

Ron watched in a mix of awe and terror as the four wands were lowered and put away. “Thanks, Harry.”

Harry turned to him, green eyes cold. “I’m not helping you, Ron. Killing you would solve nothing and it would just mean another burial. Best to let your stupidity go on than to be rid of it with two lovely words.”

Ron narrowed his eyes. “Have you touched my sister sexually?”

“Hypocrite!” Fred and George chorused.

Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m not dating Gin, Ron. Your skills in observation need some serious work.” He turned back around and sat again.

“Harry, was it wise to tell him that?” Arthur asked gently.

“Yes.” Harry gave the man a cold smile as Ron sat on the floor halfway between where his mother sat and where Harry sat, looking stupified. “I put a spell on him that keeps him from repeating anything he hears in this house ever again,” the green-eyed wizard explained. “And it’s set so that only Voldemort or myself are able to undo the spell or play with it.”

“Geeze. Thanks for the vote in confidence,” Fred muttered.

Harry let out a snort. “I don’t trust Dumbles to not try some backhanded way of learning information. If he suspects one of you four, and uses you to take the spell off of Ron, we’re lost.”

“Point.” George sighed.

“When did you get so clever?” Fred complained.

“You don’t really expect me to answer that, do you?” Harry winked at the twins before turning serious again and leaning forward slightly. “Percy told Dumbles about the pendants. I’m relying on you four for any information or ideas any Order members come up with for spotting them. We’ll have to hide them under our shirts for a while, of course.”

“We always do,” the twins chorused as Molly and Arthur hid their necklaces under their shirts.

“You’re not hiding yours,” Molly muttered with pursed lips.

Harry had to smile. “He already suspects me. Why should I care?”

“He doesn’t need evidence,” Molly shot back.

“Then we’d best hope we can stop them from finding them, shouldn’t we?” Harry teased.

A loud bang in the kitchen made everyone freeze for mere moments before the five with wands aimed them at the doorway into the kitchen.

A head of shocking orange popped around the doorway. “Wotcher!”

“Tonks!” Molly cried, sounding exasperated. “What did you knock down?”

“Knocked a pan off the stove,” Tonks offered, smiling. “See, Harry, I told Dumbledore you’d be here!”

Harry groaned and slid back into his seat. “You near gave us all heart attacks, Tonks. I have enough psychos after me without you banging around in the kitchen.”

“Sorry...” The woman peeked around Harry’s chair at Ron, who was giving Harry a funny look. “You didn’t kill him?”

“No. It was tempting, though,” Harry replied, smiling tightly. “Did Dung actually come on time?”

Tonks scowled and turned away to go through her moneybag. “Yes, damn him. I’d hoped you’d forgotten.”

“Are you betting?” Molly asked, scandalized.

“No,” Harry and Tonks chorused even as Tonks set the coins in Harry’s outstretched hand.

“You’re making bets on Dung’s responsibility–“

“–now that is too funny.”

Tonks winked at the twins. “Harry started it.”

“Harry shouldn’t even have known where you were!” Molly shouted.

“Molly, relax.” Harry sighed, putting the money away. “So she wore pink hair one day. She knows better, now.”

“I should hope so!”

“I am capable of taking care of myself, you know.”

“That, and he’s got some good friends,” Tonks added, ruffling Harry’s hair. “Like that Death Eater hiding in the tree of Number Eight’s lawn.”

“What?!” Harry spun to look at her sharply.

Tonks glanced around the room with a frown. The only Weasley without a hand on their wand was Ron, and that was most likely because he didn’t have a wand. “Yeah. Moody saw a Death Eater up in one of the trees earlier this week. He and another Death Eater trade off every twenty-four hours. They haven’t done anything but watch, yet.”

Harry hid his face in his hands with a groan. “I forgot Mad-Eye keeps popping in...”

“Wait! You knew they were there?” Tonks asked, startled.

“Yes.” Harry glanced up at her through his fingers. “He came to Aunt Petunia and my aid when that imposter Voldemort popped in for tea.”

“I thought Remus was the one who helped you out,” Tonks said suspiciously.

Harry cocked an eyebrow at the Metamorphmagus. “Would you have believed that two Death Eaters stopped an imposter Lord Voldemort?”

“...No...”

“Well, there you go. We decided it was best to have Remus come to the rescue.”

“But why are they helping you?” Tonks asked urgently.

“I dunno.” Harry shrugged. “But they’re friends with Saber, so I think Lucius may have sent them. I’m not going to bother them about why they’re protecting us.”

“Maybe they’re waiting for a weakness in the wards to make itself known,” Arthur suggested.

“That would assume there were wards on my house,” Harry shot back, eyes blazing in fury.

“The Ministry decided it was pointless after you changed them all into animals,” Tonks offered.

“I have a couple of choice words to say to the Ministry,” the teen muttered darkly. “And none of them are pleasant.”

“Now, Harry, don’t get carried away...” Arthur started.

“I’m not!”

“Actually, you’re losing your temper, currently,” said a voice from the doorway into the kitchen.

Five wands turned on the intruder while Harry scowled. “Stuff it, Saber.”

Rodolphus cocked an eyebrow at the teenager. “Make me.” He glanced around at the four wands still pointed at him, as Tonks had put hers away. “What have I done this time?”

“Freaked them out,” Harry muttered dryly. “He’s as safe as Lucius’ hired help can ever be,” he offered the Weasleys.

“That’s not saying much,” Arthur muttered even as he and the other three put their wands away.

“You know, we should have a party. We have enough people,” Tonks suggested.

“Oh, fun,” Harry said sarcastically. “We can spend an hour practising our hexes on each other and then everyone can amuse themselves by watching Saber kick my feet out from under me every few seconds.”

“You need practice,” Rodolphus informed him evenly, coming to stand on the side of Harry’s chair closest to Ron. “Hello, Tomato.”

Ron turned a bright red. “Shut up, scum.”

“I’m hurt.” Rodolphus sighed. “Little boys should learn to watch their mouths, Mr Weasley,” he added, pointing his wand at the young wizard. “Especially when they don’t have any clue who they’re dealing with.”

:Rodolphus,: Harry hissed warningly in Parseltongue. All the Death Eaters from the first war knew what their names sounded like in Parseltongue, they’d heard them often enough. Rodolphus lowered his wand and glanced at his teenaged-leader. “How’d you find me, anyway?”

“A little snake told me.”

“He would.” Harry ran a hand through his own hair with an annoyed look. “You’re here to drag me home, aren’t you?”

“No. I’m here to do my job, my slippery little charge.”

“You sound like Lucius.”

“I work for Lucius.”

“Oh, yeah, and that explains everything!”

“Doesn’t it?”

Arthur let out a cough as Molly rose. “Tea?” the woman enquired.

“I’ll help you!” Tonks offered.

“You’re a guest, Tonks,” Harry pointed out gently, much to Molly’s relief. “I think Ron should help, though, since it’s his house.” He gave Ron a pointed look.

Ron glared at Harry angrily. “Maybe you shouldn’t be ordering me around in my house.”

“Let’s move it, Ronald,” Molly ordered. “And leave Harry alone. He has just as much a right to be in this house as you do.”

Ron left to a round of sniggers.

Tonks settled on the couch the twins had taken over. Rodolphus remained standing next to Harry. “Sit,” Harry muttered.

Rodolphus cocked an eyebrow at the teen. “I’ll stand, thank you.” Harry rolled his eyes.

“So, Arthur, you and Molly went to see Ginny, I assume?” Tonks inquired.

“Yes. She’s alive, but mute, possibly forever,” Arthur replied heavily.

“Serves her right, the–” Ron muttered as he brought in a platter of scones. He froze upon seeing Harry’s wand pointed at him unshakingly. He glanced up in to blazing emerald-green fires.

“Go on, Ron, finish that sentence. I’d love a reason to hex you.”

“Harry–“ Rodolphus started.

“Stuff it, Saber,” Harry replied sharply, standing. Everyone watched on as he stepped up to the red-haired teen standing helplessly in the centre of the room. “Go on, Ron. I’d love to hear what name you’ve dubbed your sister worthy of.”

Ron narrowed his eyes. “I was going to call her Death Eater’s whore, since I have no doubt that’s what you really are!” he said angrily.

Harry buried his fist in Ron’s gut, placing his mouth next to Ron’s ear. “We both know that’s not what you meant to say, isn’t it?” the raven-haired teen whispered. “And you’d best be glad Tonks is here, or I would have put you under Cruciatus for that.” He let go of Ron, letting the young man slide to the ground, gripping at his stomach. “Don’t say that about her again,” he hissed before stalking into the kitchen to help Molly.

“He’ll never get a grip on his temper.” Rodolphus sighed helplessly.

“The day Harry Potter gets a grip on his temper–“

“–is the day we join You-Know-Who,” Fred and George declared.

Tonks laughed. “Not too extreme, are you?”

The twins traded looks, then shrugged. “Nope.”

“Ron, go up to your room,” Molly ordered as she re-entered the room, a simmering Harry behind her. Both carried trays with a teapot and cups.

“But, Mum–“

“Room,” Arthur agreed firmly.

“Unless you can control what comes out of your mouth to be more polite,” Molly added thoughtfully.

Harry let out a snort. “That’ll be the day.”

“Harry!” Molly looked at him in shock as Ron started back to his room. “That was uncalled for.”

“Oops.” Harry shrugged and sat the tray he’d been carrying down.

Rodolphus settled a firm hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Arthur, Molly, do you mind if we borrow your backyard?”

“What are you planning?” Molly asked suspiciously.

“Training session,” Harry offered. “He wants to see how many times he can get me on my arse till I calm down.”

“This I want to see,” Tonks said brightly.

“Us too!” The twins cried.

“The tea will have to wait, then,” Molly decided as Arthur nodded.

Harry sent a smirking Rodolphus a scowl. “I’m going to kill you.”

“Right. That’ll be the day. Come on, Potter.”

Harry tugged off his shirt and tossed it into his chair before following Rodolphus out to the yard. Tonks and the four Weasleys followed curiously. “Oh, damn, I’m wearing these trousers...”

“Good. You can test how fast you are in them,” Rodolphus shot back, stopping in the centre of a large open area and setting up barriers that would bounce them back if they hit them or suck up any spells, in case Harry called for his special round.

Harry rolled his eyes and changed his trousers into a pair of sweats with his wand. “With my luck, I’ll rip them.” He re-secured his wand to his arm and nodded at the Dark wizard watching him. “First ring.”

-~*~-

Ron stood at his window, staring down at the training session below him. He had to admit, Harry was amazingly good for only having had two weeks to practice. Although, if one did nothing but practise, which Ron had a feeling Harry had done, anyone could probably be that good. While none of Harry’s attacks hit his opponent, it was pretty obvious to Ron that his one-time best friend could kick arse against a normal wizard, no problem. However, a wizard with a wand was a different matter, especially if Harry didn’t have or use his.

Ron opened his window in time to hear Harry call out “Special ring!” and was surprised to see Malfoy’s hired help throwing hexes as well as punches and kicks at the younger wizard. Harry, however, didn’t pull out his own wand, just blocked the physical attacks and dodged the magical ones.

“Merlin be damned…” Ron whispered to himself, glancing down at the other spectators. His mum was biting her nails nervously. His dad looked only slightly worried for the teen that had pretty much joined their family years ago. Fred and George were cheering for the bodyguard while Tonks cheered for Harry.

Ron glanced at the pile of letters on his desk. If Harry’s stopped me from sending the Order on his arse and the arses of his Death Eater In-Training friends, then I’ll just have to do it myself. As soon as I return to Hogwarts, I’ll start taking them down myself. I’ll worry about Fred and George and Mum and Dad later.

-~*~-

Tuesday afternoon found Harry, once again, back at the Burrow. He was wearing his green muscle shirt over a pair of his new jeans this time and was holding a bag from Chipper’s Charms. Rodolphus was with him, gazing over his new charm bracelet. He’d laughed out loud when he’d found out that Lucius and the other four Death Eaters who normally watched Privet Drive were also going to be wearing them, or else.

“Hey, smells good in here!” Harry commented as he stepped into the kitchen with Rodolphus.

“Harry!” Molly smiled at the guests. “And Saber. Wonderful to see you both. Coming for lunch?”

“Naw, sadly.” Harry gave a helpless look to his surrogate mother. “We’re here to hand out these lovely charm bracelets to yourself, Arthur, Fred, and George. Then we’re taking Ron with us on a visit to Hogwarts.”

“Well, all of the guys are upstairs,” Molly told the two Dark wizards. “Why don’t you go find them now and have them all come down here while I finish these sandwiches?”

“Perfect.” Harry handed his bag to Rodolphus. “Stay here and watch these. If Molly needs help, give it. Understand?”

“Do you want me to bark like a dog and wag my tail?” Rodolphus asked dryly.

“Only if you can,” Harry replied slyly before hopping from the room, and Rodolphus’ wand range.

“Little brat,” Rodolphus muttered darkly, sitting down at the table.

Molly chuckled. “He’s horrible, isn’t he?”

Rodolphus shook his head with a small smile. “A brat if I’ve ever seen one, but he’s an amazing wizard and has some grand ideas. That, and he’s changing our Lord slowly into a human being.”

Molly set the plate of sandwiches on the table with a wink. “I noticed.”

“You two are talking about me, I just know it,” Harry complained, walking into the kitchen with a protesting Ron. Fred and George followed them. “Arthur says he’ll be down in a bit. Sit, Ron.”

“Ha! I’m not the only one you treat like a dog!” Rodolphus called as Ron sat sulkily.

Harry sent his guard a piercing look. “Saber…”

The Death Eater’s expression immediately became blank. “Don’t you start ‘Saber’ing me,” he shot back in a monotone.

Harry let out a snort and sat between Rodolphus and Ron. “Don’t give me a reason to, then.”

“How do you do that?” Fred asked Rodolphus in awe.

“Not even Harry can blank himself like that,” George agreed.

Rodolphus frowned at his young Lord. “Yes he can.”

Harry shrugged, biting into a sandwich. “If I want to, of course I can. I just never want to.”

“I’ve seen you try, though!” George complained, taking the sandwich Fred had grabbed for him.

“No, you haven’t.” Harry sent the twin a mischievous smile. “And you’d best hope you never do.”

“He’s scary,” Rodolphus agreed, handing over Harry’s bag to the teen as Arthur walked into the kitchen.

“Thanks.” Harry set down his sandwich and made an imperceptible movement towards Ron with his wand before speaking. “Ron can’t hear or see what we’re saying, so consider this a meeting without him.”

“Right.” Arthur nodded seriously as he sat.

The young green-eyed wizard pulled four bracelets from his bag and handed them out. “I’ve bought charm bracelets for every Junior, as well as the few Death Eaters I’d trust with them. We decided they were needed after Percy’s attack.”

“They’re rather lovely.” Molly sighed, slipping hers on.

“And they’re now considered uniform for the Juniors,” Rodolphus offered.

Harry nodded. “Each bracelet is set so that only the wearer can see it once you’ve put it on. I’d suggest never taking it off, since they’re damn useful, and taking them off makes them visible again.” He took his own charm bracelet off, which had more charms than the uniform bracelets, as if to prove his point.

“Hey, yours has more!” the twins cried together.

Harry smiled faintly. “I don’t have money to give everyone every single charm I’ve got.” He paused. “Well, I do, but it won’t be happening. If you want more, you may go and buy them yourselves.”

“Would you explain what each charm does?” Arthur asked mildly, slipping his bracelet on. “I’m afraid I don’t know enough about charms to understand them all.”

“Of course.” Harry set the bag on the floor between himself and Rodolphus and put his bracelet back on. “I’ll just go over the ones you are given,” he added, glancing around for confirmation that they understood him. “Right. The one that looks like a potion vial protects you against most of the fatal poisons out there. Keep an eye on it, though. If it glows red, something within thirty centimetres of it is poisoned, but the charm doesn’t block it.”

“That bottle of butterbeer…” Molly murmured in understanding.

Harry smiled. “Exactly. If it glows green, it means something within thirty centimetres is poisoned, but you’re protected against it.” Everyone nodded in understanding. “The one in the shape of a blast will protect you against minor hexes. Saber and I did a study on which hexes it blocks a couple of weeks ago, and those are the ones he throws at me when we’re practicing, so you don’t need to bite your nails so, Molly.”

Molly laughed with everyone else. “It’ll still terrify me to see one of my boys dodging hexes, even if I know they’ll be fine.”

“I’m touched,” Harry decided with a quick chuckle before turning serious again. “The charm of the wine glass is to protect against drunkenness. However, Seamus has proven that there’s only a certain amount of alcohol these charms block, so you’ll still have to be careful with how much you drink. At any rate, I never want to see a Junior come to a meeting drunk, with the possible exception of Seamus, and he’s been yelled at enough times by now that I think he knows better.” Another round of laughter followed this proclamation.

“The question mark is a charm against being Obliviated, although, it will appear to the caster and anyone else around that you have been Obliviated, so I’d suggest carrying on as if you had been. Chances are, if you’re Obliviated of something, I’ll need to know about it, so let me know as quickly as you can.” The four Weasleys nodded in understanding. “That lovely little square with an arrow protects you from Locator Spells and things related to it. However, I’ve spelled each charm to still allow myself or Voldemort to find you like we normally would.”

“You can find us?” Arthur inquired.

Harry nodded. “Yes. The Dark Marks and your pendants have a Locator Spell built in, but it only works for myself or Voldemort, directly. If we call you, however, you can find us by focusing on the Mark.”

“Can you teach us that spell?” Fred asked.

“Nope.” Harry smirked. “Now, that lovely little charm of a Demiguise will allow you to see through Invisibility spells, cloaks, and potions. Trust me when I say it could save your life.”

“Percy?” Molly asked, mouth dry.

Harry nodded solemnly. “The last charm, the clear bottle that looks like a bottle of Veritaserum is the extremely rare anti-Veritaserum charm. They aren’t made anymore, and they aren’t cheap. If you lose them, I’ll murder you.”

“How much are they?” George inquired.

“Two Galleons a piece,” Harry replied before picking up his sandwich to eat again.

“Two Galleons for a charm?!” both twins cried in surprise.

“Do they actually work?” Molly asked, looking just as shocked as her sons.

“Severus tested them after I got them.” Harry nodded. “Eight times on eight different people with eight different charms. They work perfectly.” He glanced around the table. “I’m taking Ron with me to Hogwarts, then letting him out right before classes let out. With any luck, he’ll be suspended for another month. I’d suggest making it look like he ran off and you didn’t know. He has a habit, lately, of not coming down to eat, correct?”

“Yes.” Molly sighed. “He makes it so difficult that, sometimes, we don’t even bother trying to drag him down the stairs.”

“Perfect.” Harry smiled impishly. “Now, anything you want me to pass on to Gin or Hermione?”

“You’ll be seeing them?”

“I’m calling a full-fledged meeting after classes.” Harry nodded.

“Just hello, I suppose...” Molly scratched her head and glanced at her husband and two sons, all of whom nodded in agreement.

Harry stood and stretched, flicking his wand at Ron. “Well, we’re off, then. Come on, Ron, we’re taking you on a little trip.”

“I don’t want to go anywhere,” Ron declared as Rodolphus stood with the Chipper’s Charms bag.

“I, personally, don’t care what you do or don’t want to do. Get up,” Harry ordered. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way, Ronald. Pick.” Ron stood, scowling. “Good. Come on, I’m not apparating in the house.”

“I can’t apparate,” Ron pointed out coldly.

“Which is why I’m apparating you myself,” Harry shot back.

“That’s dangerous!” Fred called in surprise.

“I know, but we’ll be fine.” Harry cocked an eyebrow at the twin. “Trust me, apparating two other people with me is nothing after apparating six other people with me.”

“This, I’ve got to see,” George decided. Fred, Molly, and Arthur all nodded, standing.

“Why must you four watch everything new I do?” Harry complained, leading the way outside.

“Because you’ve always got something new that’s interesting.” Fred laughed.

“Funny.” Harry snorted, stopping in a clear part of the lawn. “Move those legs, Saber. We don’t have all day.”

“I don’t get paid enough for this,” Rodolphus decided, grabbing both Harry’s and Ron’s free hand to complete the circle.

“Talk to Lucius, not me,” Harry shot back. “Now, everyone shut up. If I’m distracted, I’ll splinch someone, I guarantee it.” Everyone silenced, Ron squeezing his eyes shut in fear. Harry took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Apparate Omnes!”

“Well, he didn’t splinch anyone,” Arthur murmured in relief as they all stared at where the three had been. “But I have no clue where he’s apparating in to if he’s going to Hogwarts…”

“Dad–“

“–this is Harry we’re talking about.”

“I’m sure he’s got something–“

“–up those non-existent sleeves of his.”

“I suppose…”

-~*~-

“You’re in here too often.”

Ron screamed as he caught sight of a glowering Salazar Slytherin. Harry slammed a hand over his charge’s mouth to stop the screaming as he smiled at the ghost. “Come now, Salazar, you know you missed me.”

“Hardly. Why are you bringing more idiots into my room?”

“I’ve only brought one, this time,” Harry shot back. “We’ve brought Ron to see if we can lengthen his suspension.”

“I knew it! Well, it won’t happen,” Ron said quickly. “I’ll tell the Headmaster you dragged me here. That you’ve–“ Ron fell to the ground limply. Rodolphus stood behind him, watching his prone form coldly.

“Thank you. I’ll Obliviate him before I set him lose.” Harry sighed. “Rodolphus, this is Salazar Slytherin. Salazar, this is Rodolphus Lestrange, in the guise of Saber Upwood.”

Rodolphus bowed. “An honour, Slytherin.”

Salazar gave Harry an amused look. “Only one idiot, then.”

Harry laughed. “I told you!”

Rodolphus shook his head with a smile at the two. “What shall we do with this one, then?” he enquired, kicking Ron’s side.

Harry’s smile chilled. “We’re going to drop him off in the dungeons right before classes let out. Then, we will await the end of the school day in Godric’s room so we can have our meeting.”

“Oh, he finally agreed to let you hold them there?” Salazar inquired as Rodolphus slung the redhead over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Yes. Tom never agreed to not badger him constantly about it, after all.” Harry winked at the ghost and opened the doorway between the two Founders’ rooms for Rodolphus. “I’ll see you later, Salazar.”

“Very well, little Gryffindor.”

-~*~-

“Unfair advantage!” Harry shouted as Rodolphus jumped clear of the seating area of Godric’s room so he had even footing to throw spells.

“Then stop using those as projectiles!” the Death Eater shouted in response, dodging another pillow.

“Never!” the teen declared, tossing two pillows in a row. One of them hit the ducking man. “Strike!”

“Cheat!” Rodolphus cried, throwing a hex at his opponent.

A chuckle made both wizards freeze. “You have an audience, gentlemen,” Tom’s voice floated over to them.

Harry pushed his hair out of his face and glanced around at the Juniors who had gathered near the doorways. Tom and Severus stood next to the doorway to Tom’s room. “Classes over, then?” the teen inquired easily.

‘Yes, you prat.’ Ginny offered. ‘Why’d you have to set Ron loose next to my class?’

“Personal gain?” Harry shrugged. “Here, everyone come and sit down and tell me what happened with Mr Weasley.”

“Your ‘personal gain’ terrified my class,” Severus said with a dark scowl.

“Like you needed the help.” Harry snorted. “Did you accidentally hex him?”

“Miss Weasley took care of that for me,” Severus muttered, drawing up a chair for both himself and Hermione, who had come down with the other Gryffindor Juniors, as well as Neville.

“Cheers, Gin.” Harry laughed, giving his sister a fond look.

‘Too bad I couldn’t do more than Stupefy him.’

“I agree,” Hermione offered, sitting next to Severus. “Thank you, Professor.”

Harry smiled as everyone got settled in a circle on the cushions. Ginny and Tom stood on either side of Harry at the opposite end of the circle from where Hermione, Severus, and Rodolphus sat in self-conjured chairs. Draco had been forced to sit between Blaise and Pansy by the two Slytherins. As Harry had expected, everyone sat in clumps that pretty much defined their houses.

“Why do you all keep doing this?” Harry enquired gently. “Just because we’re in a new place and have a few new people with us doesn’t mean we aren’t being friendly. I want everyone on a pouf to move around, with the exception of Nev, who may stay where he is. Come on.”

With a collective sigh, all of the Juniors stood and traded places, Draco once again complaining about sitting on the floor and being dragged down by the people on either side of him, Lisa and Mandy.

“Thank you.” Harry nodded. “We have a few things to go over. First off, we have a new name that a new member who isn’t here suggested. We are now called Juniors.” Everyone laughed at the face that Tom made and Harry elbowed him. “Stop that.”

“I hate that name.”

“Or so you’ve said.” Harry rolled his eyes. “Second, let’s welcome Parvati Patil to our little group. Nev and Herm are here as supporters whom both Voldemort and myself trust. In the chairs on Herm’s right are Professor Snape and my personal bodyguard–” Harry made a face, “–Saber Upwood. He’s training me in martial arts. We also have Professor Brutús with us–” the Dark Lord elbowed Harry, making the teen scowl. “–who wishes to reveal something before I continue that we’d appreciate if you didn’t spread around.”

“Hardly an issue, I should think,” Tom said pointedly before morphing into his Voldemort guise.

There was a collective shout and a few people paled. “I wish you wouldn’t do that.” Harry sighed to the Dark Lord before stepping forward and re-gathering everyone’s attention. “You’ve had Voldemort as a teacher all year, people. Don’t start freaking out now, it’s not worth it.”

“Some of us don’t have his class,” Morag pointed out hotly.

‘Do we look like we care?’ Ginny shot back coldly as she stepped up next to Harry. ‘He’s still been a teacher for the whole year. If you’re planning on turning tail and running now that you know that Voldemort is in the school, let us know. I’m sure we could help you there!’

“Gin, enough,” Harry murmured. “Look, you guys. You have evidence–“

“Don’t even consider completing that sentence, Mr Potter,” Voldemort hissed angrily.

Harry gave his lover a quick grin. “You have evidence that Voldemort isn’t such a bad guy,” he finished. Voldemort let out an annoyed hiss as the Juniors who hadn’t know about the Dark Lord being their professor stared on in shock. Harry turned and gave the Dark Lord an impish grin. “You’re the one who said your reputation was already shot with my group, Tom.”

“I didn’t expect you to finish the job!” the Dark Lord whined, much to the amusement of the students and Death Eaters watching on. “You’re a horrible, horrible child!”

“You shouldn’t repeat yourself,” Harry teased.

“Merlin!” Parvati shouted suddenly, staring at the two Dark wizards arguing.

Harry smirked at her. “Care to share?”

“...no...” she whimpered, eyes wide. Lisa picked that moment to let out a shriek.

Voldemort groaned and put his head in his hands. “Just tell them, Harry. You’re going to give me a heart attack.”

‘Ooh, you’re going to tell them THAT?’ Ginny asked in excitement.

I’m not kissing you like that.

You’re not kissing me at all.

But Tom... Harry complained even as he smiled at Ginny. “Go sit with your boyfriend and stay out of my way, you scamp.”

Ginny gave a silent cheer and, much to the surprise of those who hadn’t known, hopped into Theodore’s lap. ‘Yay!’ Theodore nodded to Harry thankfully as he wrapped his arms around Ginny’s waist.

:Minx.: Tom sighed, wrapping his arms around Harry’s middle from behind and drawing the younger wizard to his chest. :I changed, are you happy?:

Harry smiled faintly. :Yes, thank you.:

: I’m still not kissing you in front of your brats.:

: I know.: Harry glanced around at the Juniors. “Most people get to figure this whole bit out themselves, you know. It’s always fun to watch, too. You guys are lucky that Tom decided you needed to behave. OW!”

Tom smirked. “No making fun of me,” he ordered among the laughter as Harry rubbed at the ear the Dark Lord had bitten.

“You’re such a bastard,” he offered before glancing at the Juniors, Death Eaters, Neville, and Hermione. “Enough, people. We do have business, and it’s all serious from here on out.” Everyone silenced as Tom let go and stepped back to give his lover the floor. “You all know about the attack on Saturday by now and that it was dealt with. You should all, by now, also know about the attack the following morning that lost Gin her voice and got Ronald Weasley suspended for a month. I dropped him off on my way here to see if we could get him suspended for another month. Severus, Tom, do either of you know the outcome of Ron’s appearance?”

“No. Dumbledore just took him up to his office after he’d been revived. He was blabbing on about not having a clue how he got there,” Severus offered. “If you’d like, I can probably run upstairs and see if I can find out.”

“Yes, please. I know I can trust you to be discrete,” Harry agreed. Severus stood, bowed, then left through the Slytherin exit. “While Professor Snape is getting an update on Ron, does anyone have any information or know anyone who wishes to join?”

“My sister,” Parvati volunteered. “She came to me, since you’d left.”

“Susan Bones and Dean were discussing switching outside the Room of Requirement the other day,” Seamus added. “I called Dean on it last night and he admitted that he’d been considering it since the rumours started on the train. I think he’d like a chance to talk to you, as would Sue.”

“Terry wanted to have another word with you, as well,” Morag offered. “And he did say he’d be polite. Wizard’s Oath.”

Harry and Tom traded looks. Should we have them come down now? It would be easier to hand out bracelets and everything if everyone getting one was coming.

True. I’d have to get those damned necklaces, though.

Off you go, then. Harry smiled and looked around as Tom disappeared up the stairs to his room. “Morag, could you run up and hunt down Terry and Padma?”

“Sure thing, Harry.” Morag nodded and jogged from the room.

“Seam, run up and collect Dean. Also, who has the Map?”

‘I do. Look for Susan?’

“Yes, please. Wait for a moment, Seam,” Harry ordered, watching as Ginny called up the Map.

‘Susan and Dean are in the dungeons...’

“What would they be doing there?” Harry muttered. “Fine, ‘Bini, go with Seam and find them.” Blaise and Seamus stood and hurried off to the dungeons exit. “Great. Any information? Responses to the rumours?”

“A lot of people are concerned about your colours,” Hermione offered. “I get people on a regular basis coming up to me to ask if those rumours about your faith in Dumbledore wavering are true.”

“What do you tell them?” the green-eyed wizard enquired.

“That, as far as I know, you’re wary about how far Dumbledore is letting you and Ron go with some things.”

“People are more wary around Dumbledore, teachers, and anyone we’re sure are Light,” Mandy agreed. “I heard a third year telling her friend about how she’s concerned that they should talk to the Slytherins sooner, rather than later.”

“We’re not so unpopular anymore.” Millicent nodded. “I see Slytherins in all years walking around with members of the other Houses. Fewer Gryffindors than Hufflepuffs or Ravenclaws, but that’s expected, I assume.”

“The Gryffindors will be the last to lose faith in the Headmaster,” Harry agreed. “Pity, for them.”

“A suggestion,” Neville said suddenly. Most people looked at him in shock, since he’d spoken up.

“I’m listening.” Harry nodded.

“A new rumour. The Heir of Gryffindor is wary of Dumbledore.”

‘It would be even more effective if you said the HEIRS of Gryffindor, though.’ Ginny pointed out.

Harry cocked a questioning eyebrow at his fellow Heir, who nodded. “Then that is the next rumour. Both Heirs of Gryffindor are losing faith in Dumbledore.”

“What do you mean by both?” Rodolphus inquired.

“Nev and I are both from the Gryffindor line.” Harry shrugged. “We don’t have to say who the Heirs are, in fact, I’d rather we didn’t,” Neville nodded in agreement, “but, yes, Nev, a perfect idea.”

Severus returned with Seamus, Blaise, Dean, and Susan Bones. “He’s not been suspended any longer,” Severus said immediately.

“WHAT?!” Harry shouted. He kicked a beanbag chair and sent it into a wall. “Bastard.” He glanced back at Severus, who was watching him warily, and the students who had come with him. “Sit, please. Dean, Susan, thank you for coming. Severus, did he say why he wasn’t suspended?”

Severus sat carefully. “Yes. Mr Weasley had no clue how he’d come to be on the school grounds and, therefore, is not to receive extra suspension.”

Harry’s eyes blazed. “I’ll have that man’s head on a pike by the end of this, mark my words,” he hissed.

“Oh, good, you’re finally agreeing with me on that,” Tom commented, stepping back into the room. “Morag, Miss Patil, and Mr Boot, welcome. Why don’t you three sit? Harry, a word?”

Harry stepped over to where Tom was standing while the three new students sat. “What?”

The Dark Lord enveloped the teen in a hug and closed his eyes. You need to calm down, love. There’s nothing much you can do like this except hurt others. Trust me on this.

Harry buried his face in Tom’s chest with a helpless sob. This is killing me. He’s going to get back first and I know he’s going to do something and–

Hush, Harry. We’ll deal with that if and when it happens. For now, you have four new people to induct and seventeen others who are worried about you. Forget Ron for a moment. We’ll worry about murder–er–maiming him later.

Harry laughed weakly as he pulled away. “You’re such a bastard.”

“Or so you say,” Tom agreed, taking Harry’s hand and putting the bunch of necklaces in it. “Keep them all. It’s easier if you have them then it is for you to be continuously coming into my room to get them, especially with Dumbledore’s new rule with the portraits.”

“Okay.” Harry ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll take my aggressions out on Ronniekins later, then.”

“See, that’s the spirit.” Tom ruffled his hair gently. “Come on, brat.”

Harry led the Dark Lord back over to the circle. “I shouldn’t have lost my temper. At any rate, in case we don’t find a way to keep Ron from coming back a month earlier, I want everyone walking in groups.”

“You think he knows who we are?” Draco demanded.

“I know he knows who everyone is. Percy was writing to him and named everyone who was inducted over Christmas.”

‘WHAT?! THAT NO GOOD, MOTHER-FUCKING–‘

“Ginevra!” Tom called sharply. The witch froze and gave the Dark Lord a cautious look. “The language needs to be toned down, missy.”

‘Sorry. I’ll refrain from using the f-word. May I continue ranting?’

“No, you may not. We have to let you go before dinner,” Harry said softly.

“You know, if the tomato ends up in St. Mungo’s, he won’t be able to come back,” Pansy pointed out slyly.

Harry grinned as many others laughed. “I’ll have to run that past Molly and Arthur. I’ve no doubt Fred and George would love to cause a little ‘accident’ for us, of course...” This got more laughter.

“Or we could set Nagini on him,” Tom added idly. “She’d love a chance to make our lives easier.”

‘Will that put him out of commission for the two weeks we need?’ Ginny asked. ‘I mean, what if he gets the same doctor dad had or something?’

“Gin has a point,” Harry agreed softly. “They’ve already found a cure for Nagini’s venom.” He glanced back at the Dark Lord, who was standing behind him.

Tom offered a chilling smile. “Perhaps they’ve found a cure for one of her poisons, but certainly not all of them.”

Harry blinked a few times in shock, then shook his head with a smile. “I have a new respect for your choice in familiars. I’ll have Wormtail bring her over this week and talk to her about it.”

“Good.” Tom nodded. “Saber, see that it is done.”

“Understood, my Lord.” Rodolphus bowed his head.

Harry watched with a grim smile as Susan, Dean, Terry, and Padma all turned to stare at Tom with something akin to horror. “Yes, this is Voldemort. Tom, could you do us the favour of dropping your glamour?”

The Dark Lord shrugged mildly and dropped the glamour that made him look like Marcus Brutús. :Can I really terrify them?:

: Please don’t. I hate it when you look like Voldemort.:

: I’m hurt.:

: So sorry,: Harry offered sarcastically, rolling his eyes and returning his attention back to the students and Death Eaters before him. “Dean, Susan, Padma, and Terry, please come up here. Gin, you as well.”

Ginny came to stand next to Harry, pausing to smack the Dark Lord’s arm as the other four her brother had called up stood warily. ‘Stop scaring them or I’ll hex you.’ the redhead warned.

Tom scowled. “Are you telling me what to do, Ginevra?”

‘Yes, actually. Now, stop scaring them.’

:I’d listen to her if I were you, love.: Harry chuckled.

Tom rolled his eyes. “Yes, fine. Get to your place, Miss Weasley.”

Ginny smirked and stepped up to the place on Harry’s right. ‘Thanks, bro.’ appeared in front of the green-eyed wizard’s gaze.

Harry grinned and hugged her gently. “Any time, sis,” he whispered before turning back to the four students standing before them. “Let me make this clear. The Dark Order is for life. If you defect after receiving the Mark, you will be killed, as Percy allowed us to prove to the rest of the world just this weekend. Knowing this, do you still wish to become a Junior, or a Death Eater In-Training?”

“Yes,” the four agreed.

‘Lucky for the Juniors, we don’t have a Dark Mark branded into our arms,’ Ginny started. ‘We have necklaces of the Dark Mark instead.’

“No matter which form of the Mark you have, you will be expected to obey both Voldemort and myself,” Harry continued. “If you are asked to do something by Voldemort or myself, you will do so. For the Juniors, Ginevra is also your boss, as she is my second. The second of the normal Death Eaters, Lucius Malfoy, has no control over you. You need not listen to him or any other Death Eater, though you may wish to at times.”

“Once you have received them, your necklaces will act just as the Dark Mark does,” Tom said, stepping forward and laying a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “If you are needed, they will burn. If they burn, concentrate on them and the burn will lead you to the caller, which will always be one of the three of us. Understanding these laws, do you still wish to join the Dark Order?”

“Yes,” they agreed, though it was slower this time.

“Juniors are, for the most part, expected to collect information, spread pre-decided rumours, and collect followers within the school. Chances are, until you’ve graduated, you will never find yourselves faced with going on a raid. If you are, it will be an option, rather than an obligation. Do you still wish to take on the Dark Mark?”

“Yes,” they chorused calmly.

Harry handed two of the necklaces to Ginny and both stepped forward to place the necklaces on the necks of the inductees. Once done, they stepped back to their positions and Harry spoke again. “I have one last rule that Voldemort disagrees with, but it is a rule for this section of the Dark Order. You will place any and all disagreements behind you when you come to meetings or have dealings with another Junior of a serious nature. If you break this rule, I will prove exactly how much I agree with using force to get you to behave. Trust me when I say being under Crucio is no laughing matter,” he warned them coldly. “You may sit.”

Ooh, scary, Tom teased as the four new Juniors returned to their seats, no longer quite so easy-going.

Stuff it, Harry shot back, setting a hand on Ginny’s shoulder. “May I borrow you for a moment longer?”

‘Of course.’

“Thank you.” Harry glanced across the circle at Rodolphus. “Saber, my bag?”

“You want me to throw it?” the Death Eater replied in surprise.

“No, you dimwit. I want you to use your wand. The wood one, please,” Harry returned scathingly.

Rodolphus wrinkled his nose in disgust as the Juniors laughed. “I’m too used to you making me do everything the Muggle way,” he complained, pulling out his wand and floating the bag over to his younger leader.

Harry grabbed the bag from the air, smiling. “Oops,” he merely said, getting another round of laughter. He tugged eleven bracelets from his bag and handed six to his sister. “Hand them out on the left. I’ll take the right and deal with Severus and the bastard.”

Ginny grimaced. ‘Sure you don’t want me to take the ones for ALL the Juniors and you just deal with those two?’

“I don’t think Severus is going to be much of a problem…”

‘Give me those.' Ginny grabbed the other five bracelets from her brother and started around the circle.

Harry shrugged. “Gin is handing out charm bracelets which are now uniform for the Juniors. I got this first set for you all, but you have to wear them at all times and, if you lose them or whatnot, I’ll personally Crucio you, so I’d keep a close eye on them,” he told everyone warningly before cutting across the circle and holding one out to Severus. “You get one as well.”

“Any reason why?” the Potions professor inquired mildly as he took the bracelet.

“They’re damn useful and may save your life?” Hermione suggested, leaning over to look at her professor.

“Oh, good, you can argue with him about it.” Harry sighed. “I’m going to go fight with Tom...” He turned and started back towards the Dark Lord, acting as if he were walking towards his doom.

“I’m not wearing that,” Tom warned his second when Harry was still only halfway across the circle.

“Yes, you are,” Harry replied. “And we’ve had this discussion more than enough times.”

“I. Do. Not. Wear. Bracelets,” Tom said coldly as Harry came to stand before him.

“I’m sorry, your royal pain-in-the-aresness, but they didn’t have any crowns. They had bracelets and that is what you are wearing.”

“No.”

“Tom, I’m not fighting with you over this.”

“I’m not wearing it.”

“Then I’m going home after the meeting,” Harry said firmly.

Tom’s mouth fell open in shock. “You wouldn’t.”

Harry held out the bracelet. “Put it on.”

Tom switched tactics. “I don’t wanna,” he whined.

“Tom Marvolo Riddle, you are seventy-two years old. Stop acting like a toddler,” Harry ordered coldly. “Put the damn bracelet on.”

“No.”

Ginny leaned on Harry’s shoulder. ‘Come on, Tommy-boy. If you don’t put on the bracelet, I get Harry for the night, right, Harry?’

“Oh, definitely. Gin and I have plans al–“

Tom grabbed the bracelet from Harry’s hand and shoved it on his wrist. “Happy?”

“Yup.” Harry smirked. “Now, don’t try taking it off, it won’t work.”

“You spelled it on me!” Tom shouted furiously. “Take it off!”

“After all that work getting you to put it on? I don’t think so!” Harry replied before turning back around to face a sea of smiles. “These lovely bracelets that Voldie is so cutely whining over are charm bracelets with a few special charms that have been dubbed important. Each bracelet disappears from the sight of any but the wearer once you’ve put it on. I can guarantee that some of these charms can save your life, as can both Hermione and Tom, once he stops whining about having to wear a bracelet.” This was met with a round of laughter, as the Dark Lord had chosen that moment to drop to the ground and pout.

“You’re adorable.” Harry assured his lover before returning his attention to the Juniors as Tom made a noise of complaint. “Now, I’m sure you’re all wondering what these charms do?”

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A/N: *yawns* No lemon, sorry. I’m too tired, and the mood felt wrong after the bracelets. I didn’t much feel like reiterating all the charms, either, so Tom didn’t get his chance to quit pouting. Oops. *smirks*

Salazar and Godric: Since these two seem to be everyone’s favourite side pairing on FFN, I figured I’d give a little background. *grins*
First off, though, both Salazar and Godric will continue to make little appearances throughout the fic, though they will never truly stand out like, say Gin and Ted do. It’ll also take them a while to make up, so we may not find out that they’ve made friends any time soon, though Harry and Godric do figure out how to get along by the time Harry’s suspension is up.
The basic back story for Salazar and Godric is that they were lovers during the building of Hogwarts, but then, once the school was built, they had a bit of a lover’s spat and Salazar went off travelling. Godric got into a relationship with a woman – to carry on his line – and died about a month before Salazar returned to the school. Salazar pretty much took over the post Godric had formerly held – Headmaster – and got married so he, too, could carry on his line.
At some point during their history, Godric found something to hold as a grudge over Salazar’s head, hence their fighting.
Hope that clears all that up!! Any other questions, let me know! *winks*

~Batsutousai ^.^x

Abandon & Reclaim Series:
Abandon the Prequel: Sixth Year
Abandon Chapters:
01 || 02 || 03 || 04 || 05 || 06 || 07 || 08 || 09 || 10
11 || 12 || 13 || 14 || 15 || 16 || 17 || 18 || 19 || 20
21 || 22 || 23 || 24 || 25 || 26 || 27 || 28 || 29 || 30
31 || 32 || 33 || 34 || 35 || 36 || 37 || 38 || 39 || 40
41 || 42 || 43 || 44 || 45 || 46 || 47
Reclaim Chapters:
One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten
Eleven || Twelve || Thirteen || Fourteen || Fifteen
Epilogue
Side Stories:
Ginevra Weasley & Theodore Nott
Minerva McGonagall || Minerva McGonagall (again)

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