Saving Her; Saving Us All

Saving Her; Saving Us All
NC-17
Illiandyandra
Illiandyanndra@yahoo.com
Pairings: Hermione/Multi; Luna/Ron; Tonks/Remus; Ginny/Neville
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK Rowling, Scholastic, and a bunch of people who are not me. I make no profit from this story and suing me would only yield a whole bunch of well-loved books.
Content Disclaimer: This story contains sex, smut, Lemons, Limes, however you want to say it. If you do not like that Then keep on looking.
Distribution: Anyone who wants it. Just let me know and give credit where it is due.
Spoilers: Up through Order of the Phoenix
Summary: A forgotten Prophecy may give be the key to ending the second war with Voldemort.

Author Note: Please note the age of consent both in my home state and in the UK, which covers London and Hogwarts (someone would have asked), is 16 years of age. Hermione Granger turned 16 on September 19th of the Golden trio's fifth year. Thank you and have a nice day.
BTW: I'd like to thank all the people who have reviewed; you make writing worthwhile. For those who flame, only do so if you feel like being ignored. Constructive criticism is appreciated.
Sorry for the delay. I hurt my back last weekend and sitting up fpr typing was torture.


Chapter 13

Horcruxes Anyone

Morning came bright and early for the occupants of Grimmauld place. Quickly they realized that there wasn’t enough hangover and pain potions in the whole of London to get everyone up and about for the meeting scheduled for this morning. Thus only the Bonded seven, and Professors McGonagall and Flitwick were present for the meeting with Axbreaker, Sharpclaw and Bloodreaper.

“With the aid of the Hogwarts elves, Dumbledore’s notes on the Horcruxes and the memories we pulled from Tom Roddle’s soul fragments, we have found all of Voldemort’s hiding places. However it would seem that the magic wave that was created by the ritual you used to save young Ms Granger’s life destroyed every disembodied portion of Tom Marvolo Riddle’s soul. According to our sources, it also managed to cause considerable damage to the homunculus that is currently housing Riddle’s consciousness.” Axbreaker said smugly
Based on the memories retrieved from the final Horcrux, Tom Riddle created six horcruxes, leaving his soul in seven pieces. All our arithmancers, including Professor Vector, agree that there would be no way for him to create another one with the remaining portion. Even if he were to make the attempt, his soul would be unable to divide further.” Sharpclaw reported.

The six items were 1) the diary, 2) Helga Hufflepuff’s Chalice, 3)Rowena Ravenclaw’s diadem, 4)the Slytherin Family ring, 5) a locket passed down in the Slytherin family, and 6) the scar he gave Harry. Of those six we have personally confirmed the destruction of five. The locket is giving us a spot of trouble. We retrieved what we assumed was the locket from its hiding place in a cave near the sea. We destroyed the army of inferi that were being used to guard the blasted thing. However, when we opened it, we found a note telling Voldemort that one RAB had taken it and was going to destroy the vile object and with it Riddle’s chance at immortality.” Axebreaker said. “We’ve searched out records and believe R. A. B. to be---“

“Regulus Arcturus Black,” Sirius breather. “My brother. My baby brother wasn’t a black hearted, death eating arsehole after all. He died a good man. He died a GOOD MAN.” Everyone in the room could see how much that fact meant to the dark marauder.

“However, that does leave us in a bit of a quandary. We have been unable to locate the real locket, so we are currently unable to verify the destruction of the Tom Riddle’s Soul fragment.” Said Bloodreaper, pulling everyone back onto topic.

“Well it should be somewhere here in Grimmauld Place, shouldn’t it? He’d have brought it home. But everything has been changed. Between the cleaning Molly had the kids do last summer, and all the work the house elves have done this summer… it could be anywhere.” Kingsley said sadly.

“Dobby, Winky, Cootie.” Harry called, looking back at AxBreaker, “What does the locket look like? Is it silver with a snaky S on the front?”

“Yes, that’s it exactly.” Sharpclaw answered.

“Where did you put the Black family objects Kreacher had secreted in his den?” Hermione asked the elves excitedly.

“Wes put them with the dark furnitures deep in the bottommost levels of the basements. The ones onlyest the house elves can be reaching. Wes be getting it for you.” Dobby popped away and the humans and Goblins turned their attention back to each other.

“So if it is confirmed to be empty, we’ll need to plan out our next move.” Kingsley said to the group at large.

“We are ready to set the ward trap at Hogwarts. However, I’d like to suggest that rather than dumping them into the Thames, we should dump them into the cells at the Ministry…pr maybe even the basement cells. Take them out of service to the Voldemort, cut down his numbers.” Hermione suggested.

“OK, we’ll be the bad guys,” Forge began.

“And suggest that rather than,” Gred continued.

“Wasting resources on the louts,”

“By dumping them into the cells,”

“And then having to take care of them for the rest of the war.”

“Worrying about trials and the like.”

“Maybe we should just,”

“Send them into the atmosphere.”

“Or better, just kill them” Fred and George has bounced the statements back and forth before finishing together; sharing the burden of the suggestion.

“I’m sure here that Dumbledore would be shooting that suggestion down, saying that it would make us no better than the Death Eaters. But me, myself, I agree with the twins. My ancestors had a saying, Is maith an namhaid ach amháin marbh, which basically means, the only good enemy is a dead one.” McGonagall said fiercely.
Everyone in the room exchanged glances. They each wondered at Hermione’s silence. The bushy haired beauty tended to be the most empathetic of them all, yet she seemed unconcerned. In fact she seemed to be contemplating the challenge. When the objection did come, everyone in the room was shocked. None more thant the objector himself.

“I’m not sure that simply killing them is the best idea. I do not feel that it would be punishment enough.” Snape began. “I would like to propose turning the leech function of the ward up to full power. Any Death Eater attempting to cross Hogwarts wards would find themselves stripped of all magics, and either obliviated or rendered unable to discuss the Wizarding world. Thus forcing them to live out the remainder of their lives as muggles. To many of them, this would – in fact – be a fate worse than death.”

“As a muggle born, allow me to just say, Hey! Not the mention, I hate that phrase ‘fate worse than death.’ You can adapt to any situation… but there is no adapting to Death. Now having said that—I like the irony. Give me a few hours, I’m sure that I can re-work the arithmancy and we can still have everything in place for tomorrow.” Hermione responded snappily. She stood looking around quickly. “I’ll go get to work ping me in the bond if you need me.” She adjourned to the library and summoned her notes, starting with a happy grin.
Dobby reappeared with the locket in his hand. “Is this what yous are looking for Sharpclaw?”

Harry stood quickly and enveloped Dobby in a hug. “Thank you Dobby. You, Winky and Cootie can go play. Have a great day doing whatever you want to do.” He passed the locket to the Goblins. They very quickly confirmed that it had been a horcrux, and that it no longer was. “Okay, so Dumbledore is no longer a problem, all the horcruxes are destroyed, so now I just have to figure out how to get rid of Lord Moldy butt, then I can lay back and finish school.”

“Harry there is no need to rush into anything. We can keep headquarters up and running. Matilda is ready to step up the monitoring of the muggle malls, and such. The non school age fighters will continue protecting the population.” Sirius began.

“Harry and Hermione will have married student housing. I will have a one floo connection placed in their fireplace so that the bonded can move easily between here and their chambers. I have offered the DADA position to Alastor. I have also added a Muggle defense class to be taught by Gerard Granger. I have also added advanced Muggle Studies to be taught by Arabella Figg. Professor Burbage will continue on at the school, teaching Muggle History. Matilda will stay here and Gerard will be commuting back and forth. Augusta will be teaching the first years Magical Societal traditions. Remus has agreed to return and take over teaching History of Magic.” McGonagall added. “And Tonks shall take the first five years of Transfiguration. I will continue to teach NEWTs Level, however. Amelia likes the idea of having Aurors at the castle, just in case.”

“We at Gringotts have seized the assets of the Lestrange family for having that abomination in our bank. The funds –minus a small fee-,” Bloodreaper said with a fierce grin, “have been divided evenly amongst the orphanages of Wizarding Britain.”

“Weasley Wizarding Wheezes is ready for our Grand Opening next weekend, when all the students will be in the Alley getting their supplies. We have turned the upstairs into a staging area, should Diagon Alley be attacked. It is fully stocked with weaponized wheezes. We have delivered the emergency portkeys to the Diagon Alley merchants as per request. We also included Tom from the Leaky Cauldron, and a few others of OUR people.”

Harry looked around the room. He had a horrifying thought. Once he would have repressed it and attempted to deal with the feelings all on his own, if at all. Now, however, he was secure enough in his relationships with the people in this room to share his worries with them. “How am I supposed to end this? How do I defeat Voldemort once and for all? I mean I get it, love is my power…but how on earth do I use it?”

“Perhaps this can be of service. It was found in the Lestrange vault as well.” Answered Axbreaker. “Upon reading it…well you can see why we felt it to be pertainent to the current situation.”

There will come a time in the land of the Celts and Picts when the Nation of Magic will be torn asunder by a false war.
A war waged by those who wear false faces, and fight for a false cause.
During this time the Light’s most powerful bond will form.
--The most powerful of all those prophesized,
--The most powerful first born witch of the nation
--The prodigal son returned from the hands of judgement
--The wizard of two faces: who must first lay down the sins of the father
--The twin mages who revel in chaos
--The sovereign from the Continent Dark
Borne of petty hate and silent jealousy
The Bond shall save them all
The queen, her kings, the nation, the world.

“Okay, so the bond saved Hermione, Yea Bond. But how will it save the world?” Harry asked again.

“Well perhaps the bond has done its bit then.” Sirius responded. “I mean if he’s been rendered immortal, maybe this prophecy has now paved the way for Harry to destroy the Dark Lord; for him to fulfill the Trelawney Prophecy.”
Snape picked up the thought, “there will no longer be any need for searching the country wide looking hither and yon. Fighting innumerable numbers of his forces, and even those too weak and greedy to stand up for what is right. No need to face traps and wards, or hide and worry. No having your energy sapped and your heart broken.”

“You’ll be able to fight him from a position of power. You’ll be hale, hearty and whole and more loved than you’ve ever felt before.” Kingsley reasoned. “Besides if he ‘marked you as his equal’ at fifteen months you are probably exponentially more powerful than him at 16.”
The very thought brightened Harry’s mood. “Still no clue how to vanquish him though.”

“We’ll figure it out. In the meantime you have just a bit over a week then you’ll be back at school. I’m sure that you and Hermione will find something useful when you have the whole of Hogwart’s library at your disposal. Look for love based magics.” Sirius replied.

“I will go through the Head’s Library. We will ask Nymphadora and her father to check with in the muggle world. Sometimes their wicca magic is just old magics that fell out of practice with the advent of wands.” Minerva said.

“We will ask the chieftain is there are any Goblin Magics that Filius can teach you.” Sharpclaw assured. “I am sure that he will teach you all you would like to learn about dueling as well.”

Finally fully reassured, Harry dropped his complaints and the meeting progressed. “I must admit that I find it interesting that the entire bond was preordained.” McGonagall said contemplatively. “I remember when we were discussing the change in the nature of the bond, Hermione mentioned that Fate simply had something different in store for you lot… is she always right?”

“Usually.” Answered George.

“Pretty much each and every time.” Fred replied at the same time.

“Each and every time.” Harry said in conjunction with the twins.

“It is rather interesting to know that I’m part of something that will or has had such a profound effect.” Sirius answered.

The meeting broke up shortly after that. The twins and the remaining Marauders adjorned to WWW, while the professors left to prepare their class rooms for the arrival of the students.

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Upstairs the rest of the house was starting to rise. Neville who had spent the night in Ginny’s bed, woke before his bed partner and started to contemplate all the changes the summer had wrought in his life. The biggest being, of course, his betrothal to the girl he’d liked since his fourth year. He’d fallen for Hermione first, but very quickly understood that she belonged to/with Harry. But Ginny was a good second choice. And best of all since he had rescued her from being truly nameless, Ginny was very, very grateful.

Neville looked over at the developing form of his fiancée. He reached out and tweaked her nipple. She woke with a start. Neville did not say a word, simply looking from her mouth to his own tumescence until she got the message. As Ginny went to work; licking, sucking, and stroking Neville with her mouth until he was fully hard and slick; Neville wondered for a moment what Harry and Hermione would think of the fact that one of the main reasons he had chosen to rescue Ginny was simple vengeance.

He let out a moan as Ginny lowered her lubricated asshole onto his cock. She descended slowly until her tight little ass had swallowed all of his dick. Neville relished the feel of having his dick surrounded by Ginny’s heat. He’d been training her since the betrothal contracts had been signed. So as she rode him, she played with her clit and pussy; bringing herself closer and closer to orgasm. He had finally taught her that she wasn’t allowed to cum until he said so, yet when he gave the order, he demanded instant satisfaction. And he knew the difference between real and faked, she was too inexperienced an actress to fool even a novice lover.

“Cum, cum now.” Neville commanded, erupting his own pleasure deep within Ginny’s bowels. He smiled wickedly when he felt her body clench and shudder in her own pleasure. He rose and led Ginny into the shower, “Ginny, do you know why I treat you this way?”

“Because I deserve it.” Ginny answered.

“Why do you deserve it Ginerva?” Neville asked.

“Because I blindly followed my mother and Dumbledore, despite knowing that it was wrong. Despite knowing that my actions would hurt a lot of people, especially Harry, and Hermione; the only true friends you have. Despite hurting you and using a bunch of other people. Because my selfishness could have caused the end of the Wizarding world.” Ginny said by rote. Neville was determined that she would repeat this every day, until she finally understood.
****************END AFF ONLY SECTION**************************

Ron also woke to company in his bed. Luna’s blonde head was nestled on his chest, his arm around her, resting on her the bare skin of her ribs. Normally Ron would have been ecstatic to wake with an apparently naked girl in his bed. But in this case there were three reasons Ron was unable to feel as happy as he should. The first reason was that he couldn’t remember how this circumstance had come to be. The second reason was the large amount of pain in his head and the slightly queasy feeling in his stomach. But the main, the biggest reason Ron was unable to be happy with this very happy turn of events was that he had just been awoken by a stinging hex from his clearly angry father.

“The only thing saving you right now is that Luna still registers as a virgin. You do not take a young lady to your bed without the benefit of at least a proper betrothal.” Arthur said fuming.

“Wonder if that’s what she was talking about?” Ron said stupidly.

“What who was talking about?” Arthur asked a bit tersely.

“The day you and Madame Longbottom signed Neville and Ginny’s betrothal contract, I was feeling, well left out. I mean Harry and Hermione are all kinds of married, the twins too. Then Neville and Ginny…and I’ve never really kissed a girl. Luna told me that I should rest easy and my loneliness would soon end.”

“Well that gift does run strongly in Luna’s family.” Reassured Arthur turned to leave. “But that young lady stays a virgin until you are properly affianced.” He added before he walked out.

Ron allowed his head to drop back to the pillow. Cuddling Luna close, the redheaded boy fell back into the arms of Morpheus.

You Do Know Wolves Mate For Life

Remus had gone to bed alone. While he enjoyed the company of Nymphadora—he was not sure about starting a sexual relationship with the metamorphmangus. So you can imagine his surprise when he awoke naked and bound to his bed. Realizing very quickly that there was a hot, wet mouth surrounding 10 of the 19 centimeters of his cock, Remus looked down into the dark and twinkling eyes if the woman he’d spent much of a sleepless night contemplating. “Were our situations reversed…most would call this rape.” He said mildly, thrusting slightly into the mouth hungrily sucking his dick.

“Yell all you want. The room is silenced.” Tonks replied cheekily; before returning to her work.

“I see.” Remus replied. Aurors are trained in special restraint methods for werewolves. There is a special version of the incarceranous charm, as well as simply transfiguring the cuffs from steel to silver. The reason for this is quite straightforward. Regular bindings barely work for weres. Remus had freed himself as soon as Tonks stopped looking at him. He reached down and buried a hand in her lavender hair. With a growl, he pushed down on Nymphadora’s head while thrusting up with his hips. “Did you miss the fact that I am a werewolf who doesn’t need a true pack?” he ripped himself out of her throat then forced her onto her back. Hovering over her he asked, “Didn’t you take that as a sign that I just might be ALPHA?”

Clearing her throat to make it resume its normal shape, “Hell Wolfy… I was counting on it.” She twisted and fought under him. However she gained not a bit of purchase. Remus calmly restrained her until she wore herself out a bit.

“So then if you know I am Alpha, why are you trying to force yourself on me?” Remus asked.

“Because you are too damn noble to take what I am offering.” She responded.

“Maybe Nymphadora, maybe…but what, little girl, are wolves?” Remus growled.

“Canines, carnivore, shite..Predators.” She replied. The realization hit her right between the eyes. She now understood that she had probably blown any chance with Remus. “Hunters.”

“Predators. Hunters. That is exactly right… you my dear are a slut. Strutting around here twitching your ass in my face, expecting me to dance to your tune. Not once did you think that maybe I just didn’t like the music.” With that Remus thrust deep into Tonks’ tight wet pussy. “But since you’ve placed yourself here, I’ll sample you. As I’m sure many others have done before.” Remus whispered into Tonks’ ear.
Dora went wild, biting and clawing, kicking and screaming. She fought him, and Remus loved every minute of it. One of the reasons that he is able to win his day to day battle with the tendencies of his inner wolf, is because there is one area of his life where he lets the wolf run rampant. His wolf has free rein in the bedroom.

“Slutty little Nymph…Fuck you feel so good now. So much better, tighter, wetter. You keep fighting, and I’ll keep fucking.” Remus was as good as his word. Nymphadora did as directed. She fought him with a passion, hiding her own pleasured writhing in her bucking. But there was no hiding the orgasm that speared through her as violently as the sex she was having.
Remus smiled to himself…pleased that she was enjoying this as much as he. He pulled out after she came the first time. He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her up onto her haunches, and buried himself in her sucking, clinching, grasping pussy. “Sexy little bitch. Canine remember.” He took her hard and fast. She was making tiny little yelping sounds as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her. Remus leaned in close and whispered, “If you don’t want this, speak now.”

Dora thought for a minute. She knew that his choice of words was significant. But it still took her a second to realize that he was asking to mark her as his mate. She flowed into her natural form, one far too reminiscent of her Aunt Bellatrix for her. “If you still want to, knowing my true form…who I really look like, then yes.” She returned.

Remus just smirked. “Crazy as a loon and violent as a bitch protecting her pups Bellatrix may well be…but she is an undeniably beautiful woman, as is her niece.” He leaned down and with a hard bit of his blunt teeth over her jugular; he marked his sexy little Nymph as his alone. With a few more thrusts he was howling out his own orgasm. He kept his cock buried in her still twitching quim as he rolled them to the side. Snuggling into the blankets, he growled into her ear. “Well, my dear. I do hope that you realize what you have gotten yourself into. ‘Cause there isn’t any way out now.”

Diagon Drama
Grimmauld Place was once more a training and staging ground during the week before the back to school trip to Diagon Alley. Harry and Hermione were both able to do the entire physical program Tonks and Shack had designed for them. It built their physical and magical endurance and stamina. From there Flitwick tool over; teaching all who would learn dueling techniques and new, inventive ways to use the spells that were taught to first and second years. He also taught them household spells and the most effective ways to use them in battle. It is rather distracting to feel a conjured needle and thread sewing your mouth shut.

Hermione during her down time was foaming at the mouth. The OWL results had been delayed by the upheaval at the Ministry. They finally arrived only two days before the weekend most of the upper years did their school supply shopping. When they finally arrived everyone was quite happy to give them over to Hermione who created a chart to showcase the scores of the four OWL aged house members.
Hermione Harry Ronald Neville

Class PRAC THRY PRAC THRY PRAC THRY PRAC THRY
Transfiguration O O O E E A O E
Charms O+ O+ O O O E O E
Defense Against DA O O O++ O O E O O
Potions O O+ O E E A E E
Herbology O E E A A A O++ O+
History of Magic O A D A
Ancient Runes O+
Arithmancy O
Astronomy A* O A* E A* P A* A
Care of Mag Creats O O E O
Divinations O P O P P
Muggle Studies O O
*Due to Circumstance beyond their control this test was interrupted thus all those who sat for this test were awarded the same grade.
Hermione Harry Ronald Neville
Total OWLs 18/18 15/16 12/16 15/15
Class Rankings 1/168 19/168 57/168 35/168

The chart was placed in the hallway outside the Dining room. Everyone was pleased with their results. Since Molly no longer lived with her family she wasn’t present to make Ron feel badly about the fact that he had the lowest scores in the house. All of the students present were looking forward to heading to Diagon Alley for their supplies. However none of them were quite prepared for what happened when they arrived in the Leaky Cauldron.


Five of the seven bonded were joined by Ron, Luna, Neville and Ginny. Fred and George had left early for the Grand Opening of Weasley Wizarding Wheezes. Harry and Hermione were arguing the order of their shopping excursion, somehow even keeping the conversation going despite the floo travel. Finally it was decided that rather than take the risks inherent in splitting up; they would all travel together, starting at the bank then the beginning with the lightest things such as quills and parchments then onto robes and ending with books.
The gang had had a nice morning of shopping, even finding plenty of time to check out triple W’s grand opening. Of course, Hermione kept complaining, good naturedly about how long they were taking…keeping her from the book store. By the time the group headed to get owl and cat treats, Hermione was chomping at the bit to head to the bookstore. However the fun and pleasantries ended after the group left the Magical Menagerie. On the way back up the Alley to Flourish and Blotts, they all stopped as they heard a series of loud apparition cracks. A group of twenty Death Eaters apparated into the alley between the New Order gang and the book store.

As the Death Eaters began the throw unforgivable curses, the New Order group was shocked by a scream of pure unadulterated rage from within their own ranks. Luna and Ginny quickly stumbled away from Hermione. The book worm in question was so obviously enraged that her hair was actually standing out from her head with sparks of electricity arching through it.

Without taking her eyes off the Death Eaters, she whispered to Luna and Ginny. “Go back into Triple W, and floo headquarters. Get some reinforcements. Have the twins put their lock down procedures into effect.” Neither of the younger girls were willing to go against the older when she looked this mad. They made it into the store in record time. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief when the most limited members of their party were safe. She thought to send Neville and Ron as well but knew that neither of them would allow the indignity.
With a thought Kingsley and Sirius took point positions. Hermione and Harry took lead Snape, Neville and Ron formed a tri-pod in the middle. With a shared smirk, the seven moved into battle.

Harry shot off a Confringo directly into the heart of the mass of Death Eaters. The resulting blast blew the arm off one attacking asshole, taking him out of the fight and knocking his and several other’s masks off. Inspired, Harry next accio’ed all the Death Eater’s masks.
The Death Eaters were momentarily shocked. Those maskes were designed to only be removable by the owner, even other Death Eaters could not take them from you. Yet here was this boy snatching their masks with a simply summoning charm. They turned to look at their leader. Bellatrix was looking at them with disgust. “He’s just a boy. Go. We have to bring old man Ollivander back to our master.”
Sirius caught her voice in the frightened silence of the alley. “Bella, cousin, is that you? Are you still serving your half blood master?” he shouted out. “I wonder how happy he was when he realized that you could no longer kill me all proper like. Though I suppose I should thank you. If it weren’t for you, I’d still be hunted and thought to be a criminal.” With a signal to his team, he used her rage to draw his cousin away from the main fight. Taking the most dangerous of the dark Lord’s forces away from the bulk of the innocents in Diagon Alley.
While Sirius took charge of Bellatrix, Hermione borke ranks as well. She stalked angrily up to one of the lesser Death eaters, several of his compatriots backed away from the pissed off witch. Rather than using her wand, or whatever spell was on her tongue, Hermione balled up her fist and decked the minion. He was out for the count. With a quickly uttered dreadfully modified Bubblehead charm, she made sure that he would not hurt anyone else.

With that all hell broke loose. Hermione threw up a reflective shield around a group of fourth years huddled outside Madame Malkins. She forced a bit of extra power into the shield, and turned back to the battle. Ron and Neville were back to back, Neville holding up a strong shield, while Ron fired blasting hexes and banished pieces of wood and glass at death eaters. The duo managed to take out three themselves. Snape was not wasting his energy. His sectumsempra was aimed at the center of the torso of his enemies. It only took him mere moments to cut down five Death Eaters.

Hermione and Harry were throwing overpowered Evanescos, causing several Death Eaters to lose their limbs completely. One supposed pureblood got to see lots of his own, he took one if the evanescos to the soft tissue of his abdomen. He died seconds later. All in all by the time the Ministry’s Aurors arrived the four students and one professor had taken out nineteen of Voldemort’s minions. Sirius rejoined them, his cousin wrapped in her own hair; it was so tightened around her she was slowly suffocating. Unsurprisingly no one noticed, nor did they care.
While the aurors were assisting the injured innocents, Harry and Snape took some time to ‘question’ the injured assailants. They quickly discovered the purpose of the assault on Daigon Alley. The minions had been tasked with retrieving Ollivander. Voldemort wanted the wandcrafter desperately, though none of them knew why. They were also to cause as mush destruction and kill as many students as possible in the alley. To say that the bonded were not happy with this information was an understatement of epic proportions.

It was a much more subdued group that hurriedly purchased their books for the school year and returned to headquarters. Each of them felt it in their bones, the final confrontation with Voldemort was drawing closer by the day. They could hope and pray that they would be ready.