Chapter three: opening gambit

5343 words, ... rated R, for strong sexual innuendo and language

Category: UA ... or it will be the moment book six of HP comes out

Summery: the players move into position

Warning: rubbing a sleeping dragons nose is a good way to get ate

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A/n: Again, all thanks to the PC’s of (Anya and Jeco) for the Mmail concept.

An: two - with deep regret this chapter is beta-less, drat I have been dumped again

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From : (name withheld upon request) IP Address untraceable

To: The Entire Weasley Clan (encoded and scrambled)

Subject: Your missing brother

Warning: This message will self-delete after one reading by addressee

Ronald is safe and unharmed, and will remain so as long as you do the following. I assure you his abduction has nothing to do with the impending match with France.

I have taken this action, (the kidnapping) after becoming privy to your plans to crash a certain meeting tonight at Hogwarts. Your strict obedience of my terms is the only way to ensure your brothers ‘unharmed’ safe return:

(1) You are permitted to break into Hogwarts as planed. However, I deny you the right to hex first and ask questions later.

(2) Feel free to disarm or stupefy anyone who stands in your way, those expected to be in attendance consists of the following: (besides your sister and the Countess)

A) Both Dumbledore brothers

B) The current headmistress of Hogwarts

C) Two current teachers of Hogwarts (Snape and the dueling master)

(3) Remember to see your brother again physically intact, you must allow the French tart all the time she needs to explain herself, un-hexed.

Feel free to demand under threat of bodily harm a complete, a detailed explication (which you will audio record and film for me) from the faithless one as to what exactly your youngest brother did so wrong, to rate being so publicly humiliated and dumped.

(4) As her story will no doubt be unacceptable, As English Gentlemen I expect you to allow the Countess a reasonable head start before pursuit. If she is foolish enough to be caught by you lot after that... that would be just bad luck for her.

(5) After the meeting, I will arrange an exchange; your brother for the countess filmed self-humiliating confession suitable for publication, worldwide.

Remember your brother’s well being and return to you, unharmed, will all depend on your best behavior before and during this meeting.

(Unsigned)

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From: N. Tonks chief of M.O.M. security detail

To: Shacklebolt, Kingsley C & C Auror department

Subject: Re (2): Your missing brother

How can whoever sent the message to my primary be so bloody untraceable? None of the most advanced spells I know seem to work. Who is this guy?

Tonks

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From: Shacklebolt, K

To: All Aurors, on duty and off.

Subject: Priority one alert

Nobody sleeps until the youngest son of the minister is back home and safe (before the match, understood). The note sent to the minister’s family may well be a hoax, intended to mislead us. Follow up any and all leads. This case gets solved yesterday

Do I make myself clear?

K

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From: name withheld upon request, IP address untraceable

To: The Countess Claudette Maria de Ormon

Subject: For your information (read carefully)

Warning: This Mmail will self-delete after one reading by addressee

This mourning at 8:00 a.m. Paris time, your mother, the Countess Juliette de Ormon in the presence of her three-year (very discrete) twelve year younger lover Paul, passed away quietly in her sleep after a two-year battle with cancer.

Your father, the Count was (of course) not at her bedside, he was instead where he has been at this time of year for the last five years, at the Cannes film festival in the bed of the Duchess de Nemours the estranged wife of the Duke de Nemours.

This ‘lady’ and I use the term as loosely as the lady does herself, when it comes to the giving away her physical charms. Was and is, your father’s (on again - off again) unfaithful mistress. A position she held with your father the Count at the time you first put on the enchanted necklace, which changed you from Hermione Granger into what, you are now. As she already holds a noblewoman’s title as the Duchess de Nemours, and as your father is equally unlikely to marry again, as of this moment you are ‘the’ one and only Countess de Ormon.

This information is presented to you not as an attempt to distract you from your goals. You are painfully aware by now that your biological parents were never loving, toward you or each other. You lived their pleasure seeking; self-serving life style for five years and all it’s done has made you feel like a cheap easy to shag slag.

I have provided you with the means to break the Imperio curse that held you in your parent’s hedonistic life style. When you learned that your own father had hired the assassins sent to murder your former foster parents, this truth began to poke a hole in the magical prison that kept suppress your true self. You’re too long quashed and forcefully restrained feelings for a certain redhead from your past did the rest.

You have read his message to his family, you know he still loves the real you. Not the girl forced by the imperio curse to do hateful things to him, and live a life of sexual immorality so totally different from whom you really are at your core. A totally monogamous, one-man woman.

I have done all I can to help you. The Weasley clan will all be at Hogwarts to hear your story. You will not see Ron there, but you must speak as if he is tied down to a chair and gagged only feet away from you, a captive audience to your confession. Hermione Granger waited too long to confess her love for Ronald Weasley; this will be your one and only chance to shout it from the roof tops, loud and clear. For if you cannot convince the Weasley clan that you never really stopped loving him (*especially Ginny*) then what hope have you, to ever convince Ron himself in a face to face.

You cannot prove the existence of the imperio curse that was put on you, so don’t try. Concentrate on bringing out the Mione within you. They will ask questions, hard questions, be brutally honest in your answers, hide nothing, and evade no inquiry they make. It is your only chance to get through to them.

Remember to behave as if you are trying to convince Ron himself to take you back and less than total honesty spells failure. If you can convince no one else but Ginny, your chances to win back, the heart of her Brother Ron improves 1000 percent.

I have rambled long enough, the table is set, the pieces are moving, this is the hardest assignment of your life Ms. Granger, Countess de Ormon, failure for you is not an option.

(Unsigned)

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As the Mmail faded away, the Countess de Ormon shook her head in amazement once again. She owed so much to this mysterious benefactor, without him or her; she would still be a mindless idyll rich, hedonistic French slag, incapable of loving anyone especially herself.

She wondered how her benefactor had known her two primary goals upon returning to England. The Mione part of the Countess didn’t take long to figure out that as she had told only two people, one of them must be in league with her benefactor. As only one of the two had a history of manipulating people for his own ends, Dumbledore became the prime suspect.

But why would he care? The answer after her few Mmail hints of Ginny’s was obvious, guilt! The old retired headmaster was feeling remorse for transforming a kind, gentle self-sacrificing boy into a disposable single use emotionless weapon who’s only reason for existence was to kill Voldemort. Perhaps even accepting the fact (without caring) that the effort would cost Harry’s life, thinking that sacrifice of one to save many was a small price to pay.

Dumbledore used people, the Countess realized only now, people like Harry, Ron and herself were all pawns on a chess board disposable pieces sacrificed so that the ex-headmaster could win whatever bigger game he himself was playing.

No wonder Ginny hated the man; the old geezer had tossed aside Harry’s life as acceptable loss, once his task was done. Why hadn’t she seen it, Dumbledore was a ruthless opponent to whom pawns meant nothing "the ends justifies the means"

"What a heartless geezer" she said aloud talking to herself

"Wait a minute ... bloody he**"

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From: Had a thought?

To: Your going to be mad at me

Subject: Whereabouts of your man

I was thinking about something and I think it only fair to let you in on it at the last minute, allowing a final chance to back out of this meeting, for reasons I will fully understand.

What if Dumbledore is behind this "he is alive" stuff and it is no more than a plot on the old mans part to get us to make up. Maybe even allow me the chance make peace with your family. For no other purpose than to ease his own guilty conscious?

Here is the kicker; it’s all a trick, as I recall from his Mmail that he never claimed to know more about ‘his’ whereabouts then anyone else. The message you received claiming he was alive was unsigned.

I really want to be your friend again, and will do almost anything to bring it about, but hiding my conclusions on this would be dishonest, and that I will never be to you

HG/CO

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From: Impressed

To: Do you know the risk you just took?

Subject: Re: whereabouts of your man

Great minds think alike, and thanks for your honesty. It was one of the things that I respected most about my friend Mione. I agree with you it could all be a hoax by that crafty old fox Dumbledore, but a tiny hope is better than none. Our meeting is still a go.

Gin

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Twenty minutes later

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It was dark and foggy nearly the fence line that guarded the ‘Crater’ the only wizards historical park in England, when the Countess de Ormon apparated into the prearranged meeting point. Instinctively she drew out her wand, so many of the security arrangements had been compromised concerning this meeting that the Countess was aware of the danger that she could now be walking into a trap. She had come early with that possibility in mind, as she slowly turned all the way around, to check for a possible ambush, she became aware for the first time of two things:

(1) The presence of a life sized, prefect rendition, bronze statue of Harry Potter wand out in a dueling stance pointing at an unseen enemy. His wand and body pointed at the exact center of:

(2) A huge fifty feet in diameter twenty feet deep hole in the earth. This was the very site, of the last battle between Voldemort and Harry Potter.

Mademoiselle Claudette Ormon had never found the time in her hedonistic life style, not-once in the last three years to come visit this place. Not once in all that time had she come to pay final respect to the memory of the champion of righteousness. One of only two boys out of the entire Hogwarts school male student population, who had taken the time to look beyond the insufferable know-it-all to see the lonely, shy girl desperate for friends. And it was at this moment that it happened.

For the very first time in five long years, Claudette Ormon was startled by the sensation of tears pouring down her cheeks. The same Imperius curse that had robbed her of her past had stolen away her tears; now, she had them back again.

She was crying, sobbing in grief for her friend Harry Potter. Grief she had been incapable of at the time of his death now poured out of the former Hermione Granger like the flood gates of a dam abruptly thrown open all the way. She dropped to her knees in front of the statue of her friend as a wave of personal guilt all but overwhelmed her.

"I wasn’t here, ... when you needed me most Harry," she wailed out loud

"I let you down ... and I am so very-very sorry"

She was still sobbing in all but uncontrollable grief and guilt when a voice popped inside her head saying:

"Why do you cry woman, he has been gone for three years now?"

Startled Claudette leaped to her feet, wand at the ready, only to see it fly out of her hand across the opening near the statue and into the gloved hand of a faceless fully hooded robed man.

"I am professor Evander, I was sent to meet you" the voice declared in her mind. "You were told of my coming were you not? ... Do not be afraid, I will not harm you, on the contrary I am here to protect you," the unspoken voice declares as the hooded professor offered Claudette her wand back, handle first.

"Come we must not delay, there are Weasleys in Hogsmead searching for you, so we must go around the village"

As silent as a ghost the hooded figured moved off at a brisk pace, which was surprising considering, as Claudette could plainly see that whoever professor Evander was he clearly moved with a limp.

"Excuse me professor but we have never met before, so forgive me for asking. Who are you and what do you teach?"

"I am not surprised you don’t remember me Countess, I don’t look as I did when we were both students at Hogwarts. I too am a veteran of the last battle with he who wasn’t to be named."

" Many died that day and some lived like myself, who would have been far better off to have died along side the honorably fallen dead on the field of glory."

"I should not complain as I do really, I at least got out Saint Mungo, I at least have a teaching position at Hogwarts while so many of my comrades in arms are still in hospital forgotten by the public, family and friends."

"Deformed, the lot of us, by some hideous spell the Dark Lord came up within those final months. Be grateful Countess for my hooded robes. Otherwise, you would have lost your supper by now."

"As a matter of fact, that was the reaction of my fiancée upon seeing me for the first time in hospital. Ran straight to the loo she did, never came back. I don’t blame her ... mind you, I know full well the unspeakable monster I have become. But enough about me, lord knows I haven’t been this candid about myself in an age."

"As to what I teach, well you could say I took up from where your friend left off. I am the dueling master at Hogwarts. It’s a relatively new position only two-year’s old. Basically it’s the legal form of the old Defense Association club that the late Harry Potter formed to teach students how to defend themselves. The war proved its worth and the board of governors approved the new post a year after the end of hostilities."

"So you believe that Harry Potter is dead?" Claudette asked with thick French accented English, crying softly

"Most people believe that Mademoiselle, in spite of the fact that they never found even the tiniest fraction of his corpse." And as with a flash the voice left her mind.

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They walked on into the night in silence after that, encountering no one, coming into the castle itself by a means unknown to a woman who had spend almost six years in the castle. This meant that the dueling master knowledge of the secret passageways surpassed even the famous marauders of old, an impressive feat in itself.

The Countess was the first of the two young women to arrive at the great hall, and at it end standing alone, stood a surprisingly attractive Professor McGonagall. The gray and white streaks in her hair that the Hermione Granger part of the Countess Ormon mind recalled so clearly was gone, as were the age lines on her face and hands. Seeing the look of surprise on her guest’s face, the Headmistress of Hogwarts smiled and said.

"The stern old woman face is a useful tool at times, you of all people should know that we women wear different faces for different people."

"Still my teacher after all these years" the countess said with a smile and a bow of respect

"Have you prepared yourself? Your audience is just outside the walls. It is only a matter of time before Fred and George find a way inside my wards and into this very room," The headmistress declared.

"I know the risk Minerva," addressing the headmistress as an equal for the first time.

"Both Albus and Aberforth have a surprise awaiting for our uninvited visitors, but I must warn you, underestimating a Weasley is always a foolish thing to do" the older woman said.

"Yes it is, and that is yet another crime I am guilty of. Underestimating my Weasley, a boy and then a man who could hold on to a first true love without flinching for five years after what I did to him was clearly a keeper. I know I am unworthy of such a love, as much as I know how badly I desire it. Doesn’t that make me the biggest of all time fools? " The Countess asked as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.

"No child" the headmistress said with honest warmth "It just proves at last, to my satisfaction at least, that you truly do love him. But I am not the one who you need to convince of this. Getting you to him will be a thousand times more difficult, but where I can give aid you can count on me."

"That takes your supporters up to two" calls a voice from behind the countess, and spinning around for the first time in five years the former Hermione came face to face with a fully grown, into an adult woman, Ginny Weasley.

All traces of the little girl were gone, but there was beauty here in face and form. But like even the best made bejeweled encrusted sword there was a sharp edge to be found in Ginny’s eyes. She had been sharp enough to keep all six of her brothers in fear and awe of her, making them overly protective of someone they knew in their heart of hearts needed no protecting. The jewel-encrusted sword was a wonder when new; its edge due to war was now all the sharper.

The Countess saw all this and more in Ginny’s sad eyes, for although the face was smiling at her, Ginny’s eyes showed a loss, an ongoing pain; no one could ever lessen except one.

But there in the in the very center of her pupil, the countess saw a tiny flicker of a twinkle, and instinctively knew what it was... HOPE ... the last dying amber’s of faith that her beloved still lived.

Claudette knew she was taking a huge chance as with tears pouring down her cheeks and out stretched arms she gave a hug to her old friend. At first Ginny stiffen at the Countess touch, but Claudette had not been the only one who had learned to read eyes so her aloofness didn’t last long.

As Ginny body began to relax the softer side of the young woman came out and with it conditional forgiveness for all her ex-best mate had done. She wanted a full explication of the why Hermione had done what she had done and she also wanted her old friend back.

The important thing was that Ginny was bringing more than an open mind to this meeting. After overhearing the exchange between McGonagall and her old friend, she too now believed that whoever she was Claudette or Hermione, the Countess Mione was hopelessly in love with her brother Ron, and for the moment, that was enough for Ginny.

Unnoticed by both now crying young women, in the shadows by a pillar. Having become a master of hiding in plain sight, with a skill level that easily outstretched the best stealth abilities at tracking of the finest Auror.

The fully hooded dueling master, in a very uncharacteristic manner, openly stared spellbound at the profile of a very attractive apprenticed healer. After a few minutes the shoulders of the hooded man began to move in the manner of someone silently sobbing his heart out. Finally without being noticed the dueling master silently slipped out of the great hall.

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From: Lee Jordan

To: The twins

Subject: No luck

Had an Auror friend of mine who owed me a huge favor for excusing him to his Misses. For a night when instead of being in a friendly card game with me. Was in reality doing the nasty with a pub waitress, who works at the ‘Leaky Cauldron’.

As payback to me, this highly skilled Auror slipped undetected in your brothers flat when both he and his half Veela wife were out.

I told you two I wouldn’t wait around for you lot, to get my pictures back, so I acted on my own accord.

His detection proof safe was easy to locate for an Auror and although there were several blackmail suitable items inside concerning members of his family, including you two, none of the items on the list I provided where there. So my friend took nothing and left.

Therefore I am compelled to conclude that although Bill has full knowledge of the pictures, he does not actually control the physical evidence. Which means there are three options possible? (1) He has the stuff in a bank safe deposit box unknown to anyone but himself. (2) A friend is keeping it for him. (3) He doesn’t have the stuff, someone else in your family does and is letting him use the information for bluffing us.

Just to give you a hint on the last one, which Weasley considers Bill ‘her’ favorite brother?

If as I suspect, I am correct concerning the Weasley thief who so easily emptied our ever so secret vault. I offer this as a warning to you two as my best mates. Go easy on your sister during your chat with concerning the company she is keeping. If you get her upset enough, the only company at night you lot may find yourself with, will be each other... as in ... the dog house

Lee

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From: Gred and Forge

To: Best mate and partner

Subject: Re: No-luck

You devil, planed and executed a break-in all on your own, we cry with joy at our protege first independent action, well done. In spite of your apparent total lack of success.

Your conclusions as to the identity of the real thief are also inescapable as she is the only one of the Weasley clan to actually used stuff she has on us on more than one occasion to protect dear William from our wrath.

With that in mind, we were wondering if you would like to join the family, accompanied with the former mademoiselle De Lacour on a seek-and-destroy mission against the French tart who ripped out, our little brother’s heart.

Ginny is in her company and it would allow you a convenient opportunity to negotiate the return of your pictures as a separate item from the other any other items taken from kinfolk.

As we see no reason for her to keep blackmail material against you or the lady, she may be reasonable. We move within the hour, let us know if you’re in or out.

De-Twins

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From: (name withheld by request), IP address untraceable

To: The vengeful twins

Subject: Getting into the castle.

Warning: This message will self-delete after a single reading by addressee

Most if not all of the secret passageways into Hogwarts are either watched, warded or both. There is however a newly discovered passageway as yet unknown to the headmistress that you might consider. The entrance is located near the gamekeeper’s hut, in the form of an outcropping of rock. Tap the smaller of the three boulders twice and say "mischief" and a tunnel will be revealed leading to the hallway outside of professor Snape potions’ classroom.

I give this information at a price, remember my terms as before, take what revenge you want on the frog Countess, but only AFTER I get my humiliating confession on film.

For providing you with a previously unknown way into the Castle, you can repay your debt to me by having the mademoiselle describe in detail "ON FILM" her many failed relationships. The more it is embarrassing to the Countess the better.

(Unsigned)

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From: Gred and Feorge

To: Entire family except Gin and Ron

Subject: Untraceable messages

We have all been receiving messages (M-mails) that lead Gred and myself to believe (without an ounce of proof) that the great slag of all time, that scum Skeeter woman is behind Ron’s kidnapping. They’re several hints to support this conclusion.

Her demand, for a filmed and audio recorded ‘humiliating’ confession by the Countess, good enough to be published in newspapers. Would only be useful to someone out for revenge on said Countess, for things done to the Skeeter woman say, during the reporting of the tri-wizard tournament the year poor Harry won it?

If you all agree with our reasoning, our question is this. If our main goal in doing what we believe to be the Skeeter salt wants is to get Ronniekins back safe and sound. Do we care how humiliated the Countess Tart ends up looking when all is said and done?

De Twins

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From : Molly

To: The family except Ron and Gin

Subject: Victory party guest lists.

As I informed you all earlier, I will not be attending your little welcome home festivities for the ‘frog’ Countess. However this does not mean that I do not wish to see wizard style moving pictures of any party games you may have planed for the guest of honor.

After giving the lady a proper send off (see Arthur, I can keep my temper) you and those of your friends. Who had a hand in tarring and feathering the slag faced French Harlot. Sticking her onto a rail before port-keying her arse right out of England (oh dear, sorry Arthur, maybe your right after all about my anger over this)

You are all welcome to come to the newly rebuilt burrow for a better party than the one you gave the cow who destroyed the loving heart of my youngest son and your brother. There will be food and butter-beer a-plenty. The current list has 18 names on it, if any more are coming let me know please, remember dears only those individuals who take a direct hand in:

" Forcefully reminding the French tramp of her mistake," earns the right to butter-beer and cake.

Love, hugs and motherly gratitude.

Mum

P.s.: Bill Dear, I still don’t have a list of your friends who will be attending this party. I need to know how many refreshments to prepare. Please reply ASAP

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From: Dad (level one ministry scramble code alpha one)

To: My favorite daughter

Subject: They are heading your way

Fwd: Victory party guest lists

Little one, I hope your friends are ready for the gatecrashers, there appears to be more than twenty-four coming, which will make this a really big show.

But, whatever happens to the French tart isn’t my worry, you are. Please Gin-Gin do not go heroic and get between them and their prey, you’ll get hurt.

Love: Your Father

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From: The Weasley on the wrong side of the fence

To: The best daddy in the world

Subject: Re: Victory party guest lists

Thanks for the heads up, the number of gate crashers has all here a little concerned, even the Dumbledore duo, but if what you say is true, she will at least have her say before all He&% breaks out.

Wish us both luck, yes ‘us’ daddy. I haven’t heard the why or wherefore yet, but one thing I do know for absobloodylutely sure. She (whatever name she decides to keep) is head over heels in love with our Ron as he still is with her. And Dammit (oops... sorry dad) at least half of the fantastic four of Hogwarts will see happily ever after, even if I never do.

You’re loving daughter

Ginny

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Meanwhile down in the deserted dungeon hallways, the plot thickens

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Ginny had barely sent the m-mail, when four levels beneath her feet a portion of a dungeon wall began to fold into itself. Each separate stone turning and twisting into a whole new position forming into a stone arch in an almost identical way, the wall behind the Leaky Cauldron does when opening into Diagon Alley.

Two side by side wands came out the darkness held by two identical twins. Both boys with the same serious expression on their faces, and a serious expression on either of the twin’s faces hadn’t been seen on them by anyone since the war. Behind them, came row after row of family and friends, twenty-seven in all. Each and every one of them a war veteran, each having fought death-eaters, Dementors, trolls and giants during the last battle of the Voldemort war. A fact over looked by those upstairs.

When the last of the revenge seekers passed through the opening, the stones began to move again, twisting and turning back into the solid wall it was before the change. The attackers knew the ground upon which they were to fight, and moved into battle formations taught to them by Harry Potter himself in the old forbidden defense association club. Those above, particularly Albus Dumbledore in his overconfidence in his own fading magical powers had dangerously underestimated the fighting abilities of witches and wizards trained by Harry Potter.

The invaders had breached the walls of Hogwarts Castle. In numbers alone they held an almost three to one advantage over the defenders. Just as Ginny had predicted, Fred and George had indeed gotten around the Wards that Headmistress McGonagall had put up.

They had help doing it, mysterious anonymous help, but that didn’t bother their prankster’s pride. They were much too wrapped up in thoughts of revenge to be distracted by such a minor detail as that. In fact the twins very single mindedness was to prove to be their undoing, for none of the attackers coming out of the wall, bothered to give more than the briefest of glances down the dead end corridor they had come out off. Seeing that no counter attack could come from the apparently empty corridor, they didn’t give much attention to it.

They did not see, because ‘he’ didn’t want them to, the faceless fully hooded and robed dueling master of Hogwarts, who stood silently in the shadows counting the opposition as they passed.

‘This is more than that old fool upstairs expected’ Evander thought to himself. ‘And they are all combat veterans, another thing I am betting he wasn’t counting on.’ The dueling master chuckled silently to himself. ‘After all these years of armchair generalship it will be interesting to see how the old deceiver handles a battle with the odds so strongly stacked against him.’

Waiting a moment more before proceeding, with all the noise of a ninja on the hunt, in spite of his limp. The speechless and blind, crippled dueling master, with the silent surprising speed which had always come to be a shock to students in his classes, drew his wand and began to follow the invaders up to the great Hall. While at the same time sending a telepathic message to Aberforth Dumbledore, who was four levels above him.

"They are here, twenty-seven in all, combat veterans from the war."

"They have broken off into two groups and are coming up the east and south stairways from the lower dungeon area heading for the great hall."

"I am in a position to their rear and my presence is unknown to them."

"When they attack, so shall I. Whatever you and your brother have come up with had better be really good. Bagging this crew won’t be easy. "

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