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Chapter One

Zann

Harry crept along the side of the building. Two guards were on the lookout. Easy.

Smiling, he raised his wand.

"Stupefy Duo." He said lazily.

The two men thudded to the ground. He then sent a message to the others. They were in.

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The shack was at the edge of Scotland, where, two years ago, Professors McGonagall and Flitwick had met a traitor to Voldemort and had first crossed swords with Lumiya's left hand man, Lord Wyrlock. Now, Tyber Zann, the cunning and calculating head of the Consortium Dark Arts group, was using it as a hideout. Not for much longer. Harry and his wife, Ginny were to enter first and attack Zann. Then Ron and Hermione would enter to deal with Zann's lethal bodyguard, Silri. And then Seamus and Parvati, now finally together, would enter to deal with Zann's right hand man, Uri Fen. Harry smiled at Ginny.

"Go."

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The door burst open with a wave of Ginny's wand. Tyber Zann, the tall head of the Consortium, turned to look at them.

He was a tall man, with shoulder length white hair and cold grey eyes. He looked just like Lucius Malfoy.

"Ah, Potter. We meet again. Is this yet another of your fabled attempts to catch me?"

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Zann, since we killed Voldemort, you've become the biggest pain in my life. So, yet again, you're under arrest."

Zann smiled.

"But, as always, you've forgotten Silri."

Silri burst into the room at that moment. A tall woman, with long raven black hair, and power corrupted grey skin like Voldemort's, she wielded a whip, just like Lord Maleval and Lady Lumiya had during the war. Silri cackled as Zann turned to leave. Harry just grinned. Silri brought her whip down, when it wrapped around someones arm. Silri looked amazed as Hermione stepped out of the shadows with her red haired husband Ron, Silri's whip wrapped around a special gauntlet that the Department of Mysteries had created to prevent Silri's whip giving Zann and advantage.

"And you forgot Ron and Hermione." Ginny smiled.

Zann looked sour. Zann didn't like the tables being turned on him.

"No matter." He said smoothly.

He clapped his hands and a small, squat thing sprang out of nowhere. It had once been a man. Uri Fen had gotten in the way of a Transfiguration spell when he was older, cast by a hopelessly inept wizard, and had been stuck looking like a crow ever since. The three sprang at the four Auror's, but were then stopped. Parvati and Seamus entered wands smoking. Uri cursed and flew at them, while Silri danced after Ron and Hermione and Tyber went for Harry and Ginny. Ginny blocked the shot Zann fired at Harry, as he turned into a lion and leapt at the group leader. Silri saw this and kicked Ron in the chin, and then brought her whip crashing around and into Harry. Hermione swore and fired a curse at Silri, which Uri blocked. Rather than having a wand, Uri had two magical blades attached to his arms. Zann however was bored of this game. As Ginny fired another spell at him, he whistled and a massive motorbike, Zann's favourite means of transport, crashed into the shack. Zann sprang on it. He revved the engine and drove straight towards Seamus and Parvati.

"Expelliarmus!" Ron yelled.

The two were forced out of the way by the spell, but Ron was in danger. Silri's whip sliced into his side and sent him to the floor. Hermione dashed towards him, leaving Harry and Ginny to stop Zann. Uri then leapt down and sliced into Ginny's side.

"Ginny!" Harry gasped in shock.

Uri then sprang onto the bike with Silri, Zann turned them around and they fled from the scene.

"Balls."

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Mrs Weasley shook her head.

"Mad. Why don't you find a nice, stable job where you wont get beaten up all the time?" she asked.

"Because they aren't any fun." Ginny retorted.

Mrs Weasley shook her head.

"Why does Harry let you come along on these things?"

Unfortunately, Harry entered then and sent a hurt, reproachful look at Mrs Weasley.

"Oh, I'm sorry Harry dear. But I don't like seeing my children get beaten up."

Harry glared at her.

"What's that supposed to mean? That I like watching my wife get beat up?"

Mrs Weasley was brought up short.

"Not what I meant dear."

Harry sat down beside Ginny, then softened.

"I know. But do you think I can stop her? Because I cant you know."

Ginny kissed him.

They were in the Hospital Wing of Hogwarts. Madam Pomfrey came bustling over.

"You know, there's a perfectly good hospital in London you can go to. This oine is meant for the students."

Harry grinned at her.

"Yeah, but there's no press here, we can catch up on all the gossip, and you're much better than anyone at St Mungos."

Madam Pomfrey blushed.

"Well, alright then…"

She then started to look for something. Mrs Weasley, who had known the matron for years, strongly suspected the matron had burst into tears at being so highly valued.

Ron and Hermione entered, Ron wincing.

"I hate that whip thing."

Hermione shook her head.

"Your own fault. I'm used to it. Silri is just as bad as Lumiya."

"Yeah but I never fought Lumiya much did I? That McGonagall and you who did that."

"And I just got beat up by wands." Harry complained.

"Yep. Voldemort, Umbridge, the Malfoys, Bella, me…" Ginny recited.

The door opened. Mr Weasley, Minister for Magic, and Professor McGonagall, Headmistress of Hogwarts entered.

"Ah my heroes!" Mr Weasley greeted them.

Hermione shot a venomous glance at him and he shut up.

"Zann again?" McGonagall asked, observing the state they were in.

"Of course."

"Ouch Ginny, that looks sore." Mr Weasley said in concern.

"Yeah. Seemingly your wife thinks I enjoy letting her get beat up like that." Harry said.

"Molly!"

"I didn't mean it the way it came out!"

"The problem is, we get beat up so much because we're out of practice. We all are." Ron said.

"He's right. Since the war ended, the darkest threats we've had are the group leaders, Idalma, or Ginny when I come home after twelve o'clock at night." Harry said.

"Am I not allowed to love and worry about my husband?" she asked.

"Well yeah, but when I've been out drinking you're a nightmare…"

"Because you normally come home with bruises because you've gotten into a fight with someone."

"Hey, I only did that twice, and both were your darling brothers!"

"And the other time was when I was watching Rika. You woke her up. Took me three hours to get her back to sleep. She's afraid of the dark and you stumbling around downstairs petrified her."

Harry answered back before Madam Pomfrey bustled back over and stuck medicine into Ginny's mouth to stop the argument.

The door opened again, this time revealing Tonks and Brisha, the second head of Intelligence.

"Well, Zann's disappeared. Yet again. It'll be weeks before we find him again." Brisha informed them.

Tonks sat down.

"See, if I was back at work being an Auror, Zann probably would have been crushed by something I'd knocked over by now." She said.

Harry grinned.

"We'll send for you next time we find him. You can knock the house down and trap him for us."

Tonks looked thoughtful.

"You know, we never had to deal with something like these groups. Things have changed now. We only had to keep an eye on old Death Eaters."

"That gets a bit boring for us though Tonks. We only have one Death Eater walking free." Ron said.

"All the same."

"Oh, that reminds me! Parvati has done all the paperwork, but Sirius isn't happy you let him get away again." Mr Weasley said.

"Nice of her. I did save her life though." Ron muttered to himself.

Harry scowled at the latter bit of the news.

"Well he can go and catch Zann himself and see how well he fares. You realise we haven't had a holiday since we finished Hogwarts? We've had Christmas Day, Boxing Day, New Years Eve and Day off and two days in summer each. Nothing else."

Mr Weasley nodded gravely.

"I know. None of us have had a decent holiday, at least no one high up. We've all been too busy. It's driving us mad."

Tonks turned to Mrs Weasley.

"molly, when you're up late at night shouting at students, can you do it a bit quieter please?"

"I agree. You woke me, Filius, Nymphadora,"

"Don't call me Nymphadora!"

", Argus and Horace up with the noise you were making." McGonagall said ignoring Tonks.

"Who were you shouting at?" Hermione asked.

"A pair of first years, who were up on the Astronomy tower. I caught them, unfortunately for them."

Harry and Hermione exchanged a guilty grin, and smiled guiltily at McGonagall, who winked. The same thing had happened to them in their first year.

Brisha stepped forward.

"Arthur, the CFJ leader Nolat wants a talk with you next week."

Mr Weasley frowned. The CFJ, or Centaurs for Justice, was a group that had been set up a year previous, due to the fact that a centaur herd had been murdered by a group of werewolves. Now, they were demanding more land for centaurs and the protection of the Ministry.

"Oh fine."

However, just a few days before, the BFWE, the Board for Werewolf Equality, had sent his leader, Lamleav, to meet Mr Weasley. They wanted to stop the blame of everything that went wrong going on the werewolves and to remove all prejudice. Though there had been a very large improvement since the war had ended, mistrust still existed between the magical races, though now you had to really look to find it.

"Mad." Harry said as Ginny nestled up beside him and put her head on his shoulder.

Just then there was a loud crack. They looked around to see the small, brown figure of Togga, the House Elf Wizengamot member, appear.

"Talking about groups are you? Here."

She threw down a large bundle of leaflets.

The first was a disgusting pink effort. It bore the title:

Gender Equality

Why should men make all our decisions? Why should we always have to clean up the mess?

Join the GE, and we will stop the mistreatment of women in our society!

"How ridiculous!" McGonagall said.

"Now who? Oh, I should have guessed." Mr Weasley muttered.

"That stuck up French tart?" Hermione and Mrs Weasley said together.

"How did you know?" Togga asked with a grin as she moved to sit down beside Hermione.

"Zut." Mrs Weasley snarled.

Ron poked Hermione accusingly.

"You just don't like her because she made a move on me."

Hermione looked up at her husband.

"So, am I not allowed to protect my territory?"

He kissed her to shut her up, which had the desired effect.

"Stupid woman, starting another group. We have enough to be getting on with." Mr Weasley said.

"She cant be that stupid. She hasn't made a move towards Harry."

"She isn't suicidal sweetheart." Harry said.

"Gender Equality…what a load of nonsense. Stupid woman. I'll deal with her later."

"Does it really matter? So what, she's started a pressure group. She cant do much though. She hasn't got a case." Tonks said.

"True." Mr Weasley said happily.

"Check the other one though." Togga said.

"HELF. What's the hell is HELF?" Mr Weasley asked.

"Ask Hermione. She should know." Togga said.

The little elf seemed to be quite enjoying herself.

"How should I know?"

"Well, the leader got the idea from you."

Ron started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Harry asked.

"Don't you see it Harry? It's the House Elf Liberation Front."

Harry started to laugh too.

"For heavens sake, how ridiculous!" Hermione said, flustered.

"And look who the leader is." Togga said.

Mr Weasley swore.

"But, how? He's dead!"

He showed the pamphlet to Harry.

"Kreacher!"

Kreacher was a foul, muttering, treacherous house elf that had destroyed the Astronomy Tower at the Battle of Earth and had betrayed the Order of the Phoenix, and had caused the events that led to Sirius' death.

"Why's he leading a group against the Ministry though?" Ron asked.

"Revenge probably. Remember, when I caught him, he was ready to betray us and join Voldemort." Togga said.

Mr Weasley shook his head.

"Two more groups to chip away at the Ministry's power. I don't like this."

He was worried. Something was going on. There were several small groups that had sprung up and were eroding people's confidence in the Ministry, slowly but surely.

"Well, this cant wait. I'll see you all later."

Togga followed.

"We need to get back to work." Tonks said, and she led McGonagall from the room.

Mrs Weasley hugged them all and then left.

Hermione flopped down in a chair.

"I hate fighting Zann." She moaned.

"Don't we all?"

Ginny patted Harry soothingly.

"Don't worry. Things cant get much worse can they?"

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"By all reports, the Dark Arts groups are chipping away at the Ministry's power, and making people see them as ineffectual. Tyber Zann in particular is good at escaping. His Consortium is eroding the Ministry's authority. They don't think the Ministry can take on the groups, and the pressure groups are showing people how ineffectual the Ministry is." Gulp said.

"However, the Aurors are biting back. Yesterday a massive assault dismantled yet another group. Harry Potter and company are seen as heroes still, even after two years." Crush reported.

"That's because Rita Skeeter is keeping quiet about how Tyber Zann always escapes from them." Anomyna mumbled.

She fixed the purple scarf that created a hollow around her face. A large veil covered her nose downwards. The purple scarf surrounded her entire head, so all that could be seen of her face was her eyes. She looked out of the window and into the dark grey Spirit Realm, which she had taken from the Dahaka the year before. It was now hers and a massive hybrid army of humans and Kath hounds was being built. She ruled over the Spirits and over the army she was creating. And soon, her enemies would know who they faced.

"The time is not yet. Continue building our forces. And keep and eye on the Fearless Foursome. They will soon know fear. And then I will have what shall be rightfully mine!"

Well, I'm back! After a while, this is the second sequel to the Second War. This was written because I'm in a bit of a Harry mood at the moment. Deathly Hallows was brilliant, but could do with a bit more emotion, but thats my only complaint. (But I love a love story deep down, so I may be the only one who thinks this). So, this only follows my story of the Second War. So, Tyber Zann has escaped once again, Kreacher is back, that French tart Zut has created another pressure group, the Ministry's control is slipping, and Lady Anomyna is up to something. So, second chapter will hopefully be up by end of the week! I still have a lot more stories to tell, so please read and review as always!