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Chapter 15:- Gliding on Ice

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A/N: I'll like to thank Malehorntaildragon for his help.

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Greenburg laid his quill down on the ink pot and looked up. The clock in the office chimed the time and he smiled to himself. All morning he had been on edge for this moment and now that it was here he was glad of it. Slowly getting to his feet he stretched his frame and felt the muscles loosen up. Sitting at his desk was never fun and he had been doing more and more of it over the past weeks but he had other rewards now.

As he left his office he turned and cast the locking charm out of reflex. It never mattered here at Gringotts but it was a force of habit he had picked up when he was abroad. Slowly looking round the other offices he saw that most people were staying in for lunch. He didn't worry; in fact the less people in the street might actually help him. As he walked the hall he saw the Bill Weasley was at his desk, but he defiantly wasn't having lunch on his own. The French girl that virtually everybody wanted too meet was in there again with him.

He shook his head a little as he passed at the wasted career of Bill. Greenburg had never really worked with Bill but he knew about him, most people did, he was almost as good as himself. There was always an underground competition to see who was the best curse breaker in the company. Most people assumed that it was between himself and Bill but as now both of them were back in England doing deskwork there was some muttering about the up and coming wizards on the payroll.

But Greenburg knew, he knew within himself that he was the best. He suspected the Bill thought the same but he knew. His methods were sometimes not by the book but there had yet to be and curse or a ward he hadn't broken. It was a challenge to him one he never backed down from. Most of the curses he had dealt with had been old. Yet they had been powerful and still dangerous but with the right application of force they always broke.

All that changed a couple of weeks ago. He had been approached as he was trekking through the South American Jungle to help out another Wizard. They had offered him anything, anything that he could name. He had been given similar promises by other companies but this one said he wasn't representing a company he was representing a person. In the middle on the jungle days away from civilisation he had made the flippant remark of what he would like.

That night he had pitched his tent, the rain was falling persistently and so he immediately entered the tent. What he saw inside had made him stop his hand had gone straight to his wand. The room was full of freshly prepared food; bottles of wine, even the interior had been changed. He walked around the tent in wonder until he entered his bedroom sitting calmly in the middle of the floor was a chest. It wooden simplicity hid the complex protection.

For the next week he attempted to break the charms on the chest, it was almost a nightly game something to take his mind of the appalling conditions. Many would question why he would do exactly what he did at work for relaxation but he still saw it as a challenge and as he soon found out whoever had warded the chest was no 2000 year old wizard or priestess, this person was using all of the modern spells with tremendous power behind them.

Eventually he won. There had been no doubt in his mind that he would succeed and the satisfying click was sweet music to his ear. He had almost left it there, he was really only interested in beating the wards not in the contents but after toiling for so long he could not resist. Slowly opening the chest his face was illuminated with the reflected golden light of the contents. The vast quantity of money almost overwhelmed him, he was looking at more money than he would earn in a year and sitting on the top was a letter.

Reaching into the trunk he pulled the letter out and slowly unfolded it.


Well done Mr Greenburg you have done what most would say is imposable. As I said and have demonstrated I can provide you whatever you want in exchange for your services.

Just think of your future and of what you want I and only I can give you these but more importantly I can give you what you truly crave. I will give you the opportunity to break the most powerful wards out there. You will be able to try your skill against anything that you want and you will be known as the best.

All you have to do is sign this document using your blood and the world will open to you.


It had taken him another two nights to finally decide, but he signed and saw the letter disappear into green smoke.

Almost instantly he was recalled back to England. He had been surprised by this until on his first night back he had been visited by a small mousy man. He had come to his flat and let himself in without even announcing himself. There he told him what he had signed, Greenburg didn't care the lure of new curses to break and the promises of rewards had got to him.

Looking back at Bill seeing him laugh with that French girl Greenburg had to smile to himself. Yes he was the best and if he wanted that sexy looking French girl all he had to was ask and it would be provided.

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Walking into the main hall he saw the queues of people lined up waiting their turn to speak to the goblins. Lunch time was always the busiest and Greenburg knew that Goblins like to go as slow as possible at these times just to annoy the witches and wizards waiting. Nodding once to the security troll he walked out of the main entrance and looked around. He took him a moment for his eyes to be accustomed to the bright sun light after the darkened offices but soon he was able to see.

Taking the steps slowly he began to study. Looking the length of the street he suddenly saw that he wasn't alone in doing this job. At first he had been surprised at being given this job by his master. He was a curse breaker not a thief; he knew how to disable wards and curses but not where security might be. So how was he supposed to "check out" the shop a little way down the street?

Now seeing two faces in the crowed he realised that he had been mistaken. His job was still to look at the wards and nothing else the others would do the rest. He continued to look at his target as he stepped on into the street.

His breath exploded from his chest as the heavy set man collided into him. So intent had Greenburg been he had not paid attention to the other around him. The man in front of him was heavy set and wore Ministry Robes the lining indicated that he was from the Law Enforcement Department. He must be one of the patrols that now walked the length of the street as a visible sign of security. He was sure that there were more undercover but running into this man was not what he had wanted.

After apologise were given Greenburg moved into the shadows as quickly as he could. His mind was telling him of the things that that man might do to him if they only he knew what he had done three days ago. Three days ago he had his first real test. The wards he had broken had been powerful but that was all. Their placement was not perfect, if they had been it would have taken much longer but no, in mere minutes he had managed to collapse them. He stopped the smile spreading across his face as he remembered. He wasn't concerned at what had happened afterwards that was not his business. He had done his job.

As he walked down the street began to catalogue the problems that he might face. He had been told to prepare himself. At sometime he didn't know when they would attack this building, the one in front of him. He would have to break the wards and do it quickly. Peering in through the window he saw the frail looking man move round his shop. He moved with remarkable speed and Greenburg knew that the man knew every inch of his shop. Greenburg remembered when he at the age of eleven had entered the shop with his mother. It seemed to him that it had taken ages for Olivander to finish the measuring but then he got to try for his wand. On the second attempt he had found his wand in fact he was still using the same one.

Quickly returning to his task he saw, as he suspected, there appeared to be little to stop people from entering. A quick wave of the hidden wand showed some privacy charms active but little else he couldn't tell if there was anything deeper with the small scan he had done but he was satisfied.

Walking down the side ally he started to examine the side of the building. The shadows hid him nicely from the main street but not from the occupants of Nocturne Alley. He had spent sometime on this side before, it was the only place that he could get hold of certain ingredients that he used. Most of them had been outlawed but he had found them to be far too useful to breaking certain enchantments. As he reached the end of the building he glanced quickly round and gave the building another quick scan.

This time the results were different. With only seconds to see the glowing patterns it was hard to see the make up of the protection but what he saw made him blanch slightly. This one would not be easy. With the age of the businesses and this building he suspected that it had seen many troubled times and so had many things added to it to keep its precious contents safe. As he tried to remember all of the patterns and colours he heard a cackling voice calling to him.

"You after some fun?" it called out as it approached.

Greenberg saw the hag shuffle towards him. He knew that she was one of many that barked for the local brothels.

"No it's alright." He quickly replied hoping that this would satisfy her.

"Come now I've got everything, men, woman, beasts, you have but to name it."

"No I'm fine."

"Look I've got them old and young you chose." persisted the hag pointing down the street.

Greenburg automatically looked and saw at further down two people. One was a middle age woman who in Greenburg eyes must have had her breasts magically enlarged. She was standing full and straight wearing an spaghetti strapped top that didn't really hide her breast. She also had on such a small skirt it covered nothing he was certain that if she turned around he could see everything that was on offer. Next to her was a young girl, no more than ten or eleven, her hair in pigtails wearing a long night shirt with a picture of a unicorn on it, but the look on her face showed that she wasn't the innocent person she was portraying.

"You like them?" whispered the Hag.

"Um...no...I'm..."

"One galleon each, that's all. What a bargain!"

"I...I...just took a wrong turn." Quickly replied Greenburg turning away.

"Take a wrong turn anytime you want down here dear we'll always give you fun." Called out the Hag to the retreating Greenburg.

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Greenburg didn't exactly tumble back into the main street but he was glad to be back in the sunlight away from the hag and her tempting offers. Looking again over at the front and shook his head slightly but stopped at the sound.

"So what have you found?" whispered a man from behind.

Greenburg didn't turn towards the noise he just kept looking at the building.

"It has to be the front, the back is too strong. Unless you can give me time."

"How much?"

"For the back...at least ten minutes probably more."

"I thought you were good."

"I am but that building has seen much."

"Very well I'll report your findings we will contact you later."

Greenburg waited to see if there was more. When he heard nothing else he slowly turned. The road was full of people and it was imposable for him to tell who he had been speaking. Glancing at his watch he saw that he only had just about enough time to grab something to eat before he was due back.

As he was walking back slowly eating a sandwich he wondered whether Bill had finished lunch with the French girl. Smiling as he walked he thought that next time he would ask for such a girl for himself. Yes a nice French girl would indeed brighten his evenings up. Yes, one with big tits that would be very nice, he mused thinking back to the woman he saw in the alleyway.

**

Arthur lowered himself into the last seat in the office. He was nervous and it showed, this wasn't the first time that he had to sit in front of the Law Enforcement panel but previously it had always been about the twins and some prank but today was much different. Sitting beside him was Tonks she looked calm but by her manner he knew that she was as nervous as him. Her hair was a normal looking brown and smart business suit that she was wearing was in stark contrast to her normal attire.

"Good we are all here now; I would like to open this review about the happenings on Monday 21st July at the home of one A Bones. The purpose of this review is to establish the facts of the matter as they pertain to the use of magic by underage wizards. Those present are myself, Peter Goldstien Chairman, Melanie Wortball and Brian Strump. Also present are Auror Nymphadora Tonks and Arthur Weasley Head of the Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Objects."

Arthur glanced and Tonks and saw her squirm when her name was mentioned. She tried to give her a reassuring smile but found that he was unable.

"Ok we have read the reports that you have both submitted to us in advance. We have also read the confidential report given by Ms Tonks to the Auror division. So before we ask you any questions, is there anything that you wish to say?"

Arthur decided he had to say something. "Well Mr Chairman, I would like to say that the usage of the magic by the individuals was clearly in the protection of wizading life and so it is allowable under the statue of secrecy."

"Miss Tonks?"

"Mr Goldstine I stand by both my reports and will answer any questions that you may have."

Arthur sharply looked at Tonks and found the very formal way she had replied worrisome.

"Very well then. First off can you describe the happenings of the afternoon and evening for us again?"

"It's in my report." Instantly responded Tonks.

"Yes we know that but we would like to hear it again."

Tonks quickly retold the story to the panel and Arthur had never head a story so lacking in colour it was just a string of facts and he knew that Tonks had left some of the more important ones out.

"Mr Weasley have you anything to add?"

"Um...no, sir?"

"Ok then in your report you said that Harry Potter lead you to the girl, how?"

Tonks sat in stony silence and so Arthur realised he was going to have to answer most of the questions.

"Um...I don't really know he ...um...just pointed off in a direction and we followed."

The panel quickly put there heads together and started a whispered conversation. Arthur leant over to Tonks and whispered.

"What's wrong?"

"It's this, never, never have I had to justify my actions in front of a panel."

The panel broke apart and the lady on the left started to question.

"Did he use magic?"

"Um...I don't know." replied Arthur not exactly honestly.

"What?!? A department head and a fully trained Auror don't know whether magic was used?"

"I'm sorry Ms Wortball we saw no evidence of magic being used." Replied Tonks in a very cold voice.

"Well we know its right here." Replied Melanie waving a piece of paper. "This is a report showing what was cast at the time. It shows that one Mr R Weasley cast three stunning charms and several defensive shields. It also shows that a Miss G Weasley cast a whole barrage of differing curses and hexes. And finally one Mr H Potter casting a single stunning charm."

"As I said at the start it was in the defence of a wizard's life and therefore ...."

"Yes we know that ..." butted in the third member of the panel "...but who else was there that cast the last stunning spell."

Arthur looked confused at Tonks.

"No one it was Harry."

"But he blasted a channel half a meter wide!"

"It was just Harry." Replied Arthur quietly now realising why there was all the concern.

"According to the reports there was only one spell fired by Harry but the evidence showed the damage that would be associated to three for four spells combined."

The panel started to whisper again but eventually the broke apart once more.

"Very well we see that there is no case to answer for but I would like you, Arthur to remind at the very least your children the seriousness of the matter and consequences if they do it again."

Arthur nodded once and rose from his chair. Tonks followed suit and the pair of the left the room.

"They're worried." Commented Tonks.

"Did you see the spell?"

"No I was out of it then, did you?"

"No, but I don't think they were lying."

Glancing quickly to see if they were still alone Arthur asked.

"What does it all mean?"

"I think they'll try and keep an even closer eye on Harry now."

"Is that possible?"

Tonks smiled for the first time.

"Probably not but it won't stop them trying. I think that he might just frighten them as much as Voldemort does."

**

The last two lessons that Harry had with Gabrielle had been exactly the same. The pair of them returned to the Garden and Gabrielle would get him to relax and focus himself. He still lost track of time in these sessions but not as bad as the first time. He was now switching in and out fairly easily but still lost thirty minutes each time. Gabrielle did nothing except encourage him and tell him to start and stop. She still didn't allow him to open his eyes he was just to sit there and feel.

Every time that he had done this he had felt the same, it hadn't changed since the first time. He was beginning to wonder if he was doing it right, but each time he brought it up Gabrielle said that he was doing fine. Throughout the whole of three lessons that he had with her they had never touched. Every time he went through the exercises Gabrielle always moved behind him, not close but always behind him.

After the experience on Monday night he wanted to see what happen when they touched again. To say the first time that it had been magical would have not fully explained it to anyone. He could still remember the tingling and response from his magic as Gabrielle slowly withdrew her hand from him. But for the moment that pleasure had been removed from him.

"Ok Harry can you return now and open you eyes."

Harry blinked a few times as the sunlight streamed into his eyes. He could see the faint shadow of Gabrielle move back to her position opposite. She always sat opposite at the end of the lessons but he never heard her, she seemed to move so quietly.

"Am I doing OK?"

"Yes you're fine, you seemed to be able to find your place easily now. You're time perception still is off but that will get better."

Harry swallowed once and looked away from Gabrielle face. Every time he saw her he had, what he thought, were indecent images about her. Especially now at the end of the lessons. He hadn't noticed after the first lesson but the subsequent lessons he started too. At the end of the lesson whilst they were talking and relaxing he felt himself respond, physically. He was about to ask his question when he felt the movement in his trousers. He could feel his cock start to expand as more and more blood was pumped into it. As it expanded it need more room that it currently had and the pain was quickly telling him that.

Ignoring the pain was easy for him, he had done that over many years but this was different. This pain soon turned into an ache and deep down ache to do something. He knew that it was getting worse and worse with each lesson he just hopped that Gabrielle hadn't noticed.

"So Gabrielle about tomorrow?"

"Do you still want me to come, it's Saturday and your Uncle will be home."

"You know!?!" Harry hadn't realised that Gabrielle had worked out why she was teaching him in the afternoon.

"Yes you dolt." replied Gabrielle gently laughing

"Dolt?" replied Harry

"Sorry, but do you want me tomorrow."

With how Harry's body was at the current time he could only take that question one way. His sane mind was shouting No! She's a young girl! But the rest of him was screaming YES!

"Yes." Blurted Harry ignoring his mind.

"OK then, I'll try and be as quiet as possible so he won't get upset."

"You quiet! You're always quiet I can hardly hear you walk, why is that?"

"I'm only a little thing." Sweetly replied Gabrielle. She knew that she was teasing him but in her mind the lesson was virtually over. She could easily see his reaction to her and the use of his magic in front of her, and wanted nothing more than to leap across and help him, but knew that she mustn't. Whatever would happen between them must come from Harry or it would destroy her.

"That's not it!" replied Harry trying to move slightly to give his penis the room it needed as Gabrielle voice flowed over him.

"We'll it's again me and my heritage." Replied Gabrielle giving Harry the real answer.

"So you're saying that Veela are silent on their feet?"

"Not exactly. Veela aren't a lumbering bull on their feet like trolls, they are light-footed."

"But why are you so quiet." For some reason Harry was enjoying this conversation. It meant absolutely nothing to him to know the reason, but talking to this girl about something other than magic or his lessons was pleasing.

"As I said it's my heritage. Being a little girl!" Gabrielle started batting her eyelids at Harry."

Harry could feel his response to those eyes. He could remember the affect the Fleur had on most of the school and saw almost something similar. He didn't feel any pull or anything but he was very cautious.

"Hey stop that." He quickly said.

"Sorry. As I said it my heritage, I've always been light on my feet, probably due to my weight and my Veela side but the rest comes from dear Mama."

"Your mum?"

"Yes my father held a number of important diners thought the year. Many officials and dignitaries came. My mother was always the perfect hostess and when I became old enough I started to attended too."

"That must have been horrible."

"Actually no it was fun actually. All those men and woman talking to me and commenting on my dress, I always got a new one, it made me feel special. But as I got older mother started to train me like a girl in finishing school. I started to learn how to eat, talk, walk and dance like a hostess should. Through that I learnt how to move around like I was gliding on ice."

"There's a lot to you."

"You don't know half of it, well alright you no more than most but do you have any other questions?"

Harry thought for a moment he realised that he wanted to ask her more and more but thought that he should at lest restrict it to the lesson.

"Just a couple, why won't you let me open your eyes."

"I thought you might ask that one. As much as I want to answer your question I won't, please just trust me on that for the moment." Replied Gabrielle, she found it difficult to say no to Harry. The way he kept looking at her she knew that if he persisted she would crumble in front of him.

"Ok then, that book I'm reading is awful. I've been reading it every night. Most of it is just wrong. The movement of a body within the magical continuum determines its strength, Oh come on you can't believe in all that!"

Gabrielle hid a little smile. "Well Ok there are some things in there that are not right but trust me read it all." Quickly looking at her watch she saw that her time was up so looking back at Harry she said "I see my times up. I'll see you tomorrow."

Harry watched Gabrielle more closely now as she rose to her feet. He saw that how she placed her feet was deliberate and it gave the illusion that she was indeed walking on thin air. At the last moment before she entered the house she turned and gave a little wave and then disappeared. Harry breathed a slight sign of relief but the pain in his crotch was still there.

With far less grace than Gabrielle he lurched to his feet. His cock as hard as it had ever been laying flat against his chest. As he walked slowly towards the house the pain in his groin stretched to his balls as well, never in his life had he been affect like this. Not wanting to be seen like this he changed course and entered the shed. The coolness of the shed did little to help his problem but at least he was out of sight. He lowered himself down to his sleeping bag and saw the book beside it. Hoping beyond all hope he started to read willing his erection to go down.

After reading for half an hour he had learnt that a magical being could see the magical continuum and the affect that magic had upon it. He also read that if a person was pious enough then they could add or remove themselves from the continuum. With disgust bubbling within him he wanted to throw the book across the shed and after all of the reading his dick was still as hard as rock.

To say that Harry had never masturbated before would be a lie, to say that he had done in only a few times wasn't. Living in a boy's dormitory he had heard many a story and various actions took place when the curtains were drawn. For himself he had done it twice. Both times it was immensely satisfying but he had felt that it was wrong. As he looked at his bulge he could resist no longer glancing around he saw that he was indeed alone in the shed as Hedwig was out.

He at first slowly unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers, as he slowly lowered them down his leg he suddenly felt very self-conscious. Breathing deeply once he took the plunge and pushed them down as far as they would go, working them off his feet he was left with only his t-shirt, boxers and socks. The fabric and elastic of his boxers was stretched beyond what was normal and as he tried to slide them down he found it difficult. Eventually he released the head of his dick and the garment fell quicker, as soon as his dick was free of the material he felt the lessening of pressure upon it. It was still painful but nowhere near as much.

Looking down at his dick he saw the purple mushroom head pulse slowly, the small veins on either side were sticking out and full of blood. Gently lowering his hand he cupped his balls and found them tight and retracted also very tender to the touch. When I had done this before I hadn't been this hard he thought. He gently grasped his dick with his hand and felt the heat seep into it. The hard yet smoothness of his dick slightly surprised him, he started to move his hand up towards the head. The friction of movement caused even more pain and he stopped.

As he lay back on the sleeping bag he closed his eyes and let the images flow. He knew which images he wanted to see and so just let them come. Images of Ginny's smiling face and that of Gabrielle's first sprang to mind, next followed various images of the two of them. Ginny sitting by the fire place in the Gryffindor dorm; her feet tucked up as she read a book the firelight playing off he soft cheeks. Gabrielle tilting her head to allow the sunlight to brighten her face. Ginny racing back from the Greenhouses soaking wet and her clothes sticking to the outline of her body; on and on went the images in Harry's mind.

Slowly his own impulses taking over Harry let his hand rise once more. This time not gripping as tightly this time it reached the top and felt the small sticky secretion. Smoothing that over the head the pleasurable sensations were beginning to be transported within Harry. More and more fluid was being created and he moved his hand slowly through it, soon his hand was moist and he let it play down his shaft. He began to pump faster and faster as he recalled the images in his mind and then he felt his balls contract even more. Bending almost in two he felt the release, like a tap being opened. Great globs of cream flew from the end of his dick, not once but again and again. He kept moving his hand milking he last drops out of the end before he opened his eyes.

He looked down and saw that the front of his t-shirt was covered in tracks of blobs of white cream slowly draining towards the floor. Within his hand he felt his dick slowly deflate the pain had gone, as well as the longing had gone; all that was left was pleasure.

**

After the normal evening meal Gabrielle was dragged upstairs for her normal nightly grilling by Ginny. After every lesson the girl wanted to know more and more. Gabrielle suspected that whilst she was with Harry Ginny was trying the exercises herself. She knew that Ginny still had little hope in succeeding but that probably didn't stop her from trying.

"So what was he like today?" Ginny asked as soon as the door closed.

"No different, the same as yesterday."

"There must have been a change?"

"No he was the same." Smiled Gabrielle. She knew that this lack of information was frustrating but what more could she say.

"What did you teach him today?"

"Nothing he just continued to practice."

"But...but..."

"Don't worry Ginny he has to master this first and read my book."

"Book? What book?!?" asked Ginny frantically looking round to see if she had missed anything.

"Just an old book one that is truly out of date." She replied with a knowing smile.

"You're hiding it from me?"

"No it's just for him to learn..."

But at that moment the door was opened and in walked Hermione.

"Learn what?" she asked obviously overhearing Gabrielle as she walked in.

"Oh ... how to style hair." Replied Gabrielle without batting an eyelid. Something about Hermione was getting to her. She didn't know what it was but the older girl always seemed to be questioning as though she was probing for answers. Answers that she wasn't prepared to give.

The answer to her question made Hermione stop dead. If Gabrielle was older she might have suspected that she was being insulted but she probably didn't know what she was talking about.

"Ginny you're mum doesn't know but do you know when the OWL results are due."

Ginny managed to keep her face straight after the response to Hermione's question that Gabrielle had given and so was able to reply "They should be soon, this weekend or early next."

"Thanks do you...um...know how Ron thinks he's done."

Ginny had to laugh

"Hermione you'll have the best results don't worry about him."

Hermione grumbled a little but did relax and sit back down. It was not long before she was talking freely again with Ginny, but she did notice that Gabrielle took no part.

For her part Gabrielle was glad of the distraction tomorrow was going to be a difficult day. She needed to think through all the possible reactions that Harry might have. She could only work on what she had read but everything told her that his perception of magic would change tomorrow and he might not like it.

**

Voldemort walked up from the basement of Mansion. He had been working down their on the layout and foundations for the past two days. He had not stopped for anything but for the moment he was done. He had laired many secrets already within the dark foundations but yet more were to come. He could have entrusted any number of people to do this job but they would have known and only he was going to know the full secrets.

With a small wave of his wand he felt the dirt and stains disappear from his robes as he stood in the entrance hall. The house was still silent, he felt alone but he was always alone now so it became comforting to him.

Slowly leaving his sanctuary he felt himself pass through the wards and protections he had already placed. It wasn't enough yet but he would continue soon the place would be better protected than Hogwarts and then he could start, he could start his own school.

Gripping his wand lightly he dissaparated with hardly any noise to appear where his followers were. He saw that they had gathered as normal, they knew his routine and they knew his displeasure when they failed.

"Bellatrix?"

"My lord he continues to plan. I think he's onto something he hasn't shared it with anybody yet but I think he's got something."

"Very well find out what it is."

"Of course my Lord." Bowed Bellatrix.

"Snape?"

Snape swallowed once. He knew the price of failure and he was going to feel it again.

"She's has been found."

"Good bring her to me." Commanded Voldemort.

"My lord she was found by...Potter and a small group."

"POTTER!" shouted Voldemort.

"Yes he led a group into the woods and found her. McCann and Pike were captured; the Werewolf is missing presumed captured."

Voldemort look closely at Snape his cold eyes boring into him. Frustration and anger was beginning to boil inside of him and need a release.

"Crucio!" Voldemort yelled holding his wand on a writhing Snape. After a few moment the spelled ended and Snape shakily tried to stand.

"His friends who are they?"

"The youngest Weasley male, and a mudblood girl."

"A mudblood? Excellent, it is time we struck back at Potter, where does she live?"

"I am uncertain of her current location, but will renew my efforts to find her."

"You must do better Snape, much better." Replied Voldemort with a cold voice. "Crucio" he whispered as he lazily pointed his wand at the man.

Snape fell to his knees as the pain ran through his body once more. Over and over it came as it rebounded within his body. Every nerve every muscle was rebelling against this torture but then it stopped.

"Find her and bring her to me. Next time I won't be lenient."

"Yes...My lord." Gasped Snape tasting blood in his mouth.

"Wormtail?"

"We have looked at the building and are ready to strike the Wandmaker will be in your possession as soon as you order."

"Very good but remember I need his secrets, don't fail me." Warned Voldemort pointing his wand at the small man.

Voldemort looked at the rest waiting for him they were nothings to him, turning his back he spoke out.

"That is all, leave me." With satisfaction he heard the footsteps of the people as they departed leaving him with his solitude.

**

Lupin took another sip of tea before he opened the letter. He had always tried to start the day with a cup of tea, even during the moon it always seemed to calm him and give him time to organise the day. Today was no different he had recognised the handwriting but had checked himself from ripping it open instantly, whatever Harry wanted would wait five minutes.

As he drank the last he gently lowered the cup. He could see Mrs Figg waiting in the doorway. She always liked to wash up before setting out and his morning tea habits were not helping. He had maintained that he would wash up but somehow she always refused. For the past two days he had stayed with the lady, it allowed him to be close in case he was needed it also allowed him to examine Gabrielle as she came and went.

She never said anything other than hello and goodbye. The girl was a mystery to him as much as the first day yet he was still impressed with her. Everyday she was on time, never late or early. She was always ready, she moved with a grace he had only seen a few times in his life yet she was young in his eyes.

Picking up the envelope he turned it over and slit open the back. The small folded parchment inside fell out into his open hand. Slowly unfolding it he started to read.


Dear Remus,

You said that if I need help all I had to do was ask. That is what I'm doing, I'm asking. Not for help (well not yet anyway) but for a friend. I need a friend and one friend that is an adult. I don't know whether we can call each other friends yet but you are about the only person that I can ask to do this with me.

I have been contacted about Sirius's will and it's time I found out what it contained. This is why I need an adult. You said that you have been made my Guardian and so you should be there anyway but if not I'm asking you to accompany me. Dumbledore has volunteered to help me in this matter and I have taken him up on this offer but I would like someone else there as well someone I can fully trust.

If you can't make it I will of course understand and won't ever hold it against you but if you could I would be most grateful. I am planning my trip for Monday so please liaise with Dumbledore over my travel arrangements.

Hope to see you on Monday


Harry.

Remus smiled to himself as he slowly folded the paper and put it back into the envelope. Harry was indeed growing up.

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