A/N: According to all the sources I've been reading online, it would seem that the One Piece world has the surname in front, and the given name behind. (Monkey D. Luffy, Monkey D. Garp, etc.) So that would mean Trafalgar Law's surname would be Trafalgar and given name Law. But I prefer it the other way around…for me 'Trafalgar Law' just sounds so much more smoother sounding than 'Law Trafalgar'. Same goes for Eustass Kid/Kid Eustass, Bartholomew Kuma/Kuma Bartholomew, Donquixote Doflamingo/Doflamingo Donquixote, etc. Damn all this confusion thanks to Asian names having the surnames in front. Or, Western names all having their surnames in the back. So I'm going to do a 'to heck with it' and tell myself that all East Blue people have their surnames in front and their given names behind like Asian names, while the rest of the Blues can have it the Western way with the surnames in the back instead. -facedesk-

Random Trivia: Originally when I first mapped out the general plot, this story was supposed to be a parody. I have no idea why it turned out to be serious more often than not. I am not a good serious-story writer. -headdesk-

Ace Clover: The lamb was for Hermione, since she wouldn't be eating the unicorn.

The plan was to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic, at night, as Hermione, Ronald Weasley, Ginerva Weasley, Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, and Luna Lovegood had done in their fifth year. Hermione knew that security at the Ministry would have been increased since the fiasco last year, though she was unaware just how tight it would be. Law had been very interested in the spells that had been used in the battle, and had even went as far as giving her her wand back in order to let her demonstrate. Under close surveillance, of course. She had no doubt he would've been able to disarm and disable her within less than a second if she attempted anything, wounded or not, including apparition.

Although the main reason he was so 'trusting' was probably because he had her heart inside one of his pockets. That had took her around ten minutes before she calmed down enough to stop shrieking bloody murder at the man.

They had returned to the Forbidden Forest for the demonstration, as it would've been highly suspicious if sudden loud bangs and explosions came from an old retired shopkeeper's basement in Hogsmeade. She demonstrated the Flagrate Curse, the Levitation Charm, and several others, amid Chopper's sparkling, adoring eyes as he ooh-ed and ahh-ed at the display. She also told them about the Unforgivables, but was unable and unwilling to cast them.

"Casting them would earn me a one-way ticket straight to Azkaban, the wizarding prison. They're highly illegal!" She said, adamantly refusing to attempt the spells.

"Fine, then tell me the incantations for them, so that I will be able to recognize them should the occasion arise."

"Well, for the Imperius Curse, it's Imperio. The Cruciatus Curse is Crucio, and the Killing Curse is Avada Kedavra." She relented.

Law nodded and stood up from where he had been sitting, on the stump of a tree he had leveled, and drew out his sword. "Fire a Stinging hex at me."

Hermione hesitated, unsure of what the man was thinking, but in the end sent the bright flash of white light at him, figuring that if it struck…well, he'd asked for it. Law stepped back from the light and swung his sword against the light. The hex, having struck a target, flashed and disappeared, leaving no visible trace behind.

"Now use the Levitation charm."

This time, he didn't manage to block it as there was no visible signs of the spell coming at him, despite him positioning his sword in front of the general area where Hermione's wand was pointed at. He floated upwards roughly a yard before the spell faded and he dropped back down, slightly unsteady but remaining upright. He frowned and sheathed his sword. "Room."

"Again. Stinging hex."

Hermione got the idea that he was testing himself against possible ways of fighting against the spells. "Aculea!"

Law raised his left hand and flicked a finger, and the light winked out before him, only to reappear near a tree and striking it with a crackle. A leaf floated down in front of him onto the ground.

"Levitation charm."

"Wingardium leviosa!"

This time, it was obvious that Law was having a harder time changing the places of the spell with something else. He was gritting his teeth, hand held out in a claw-shape, and made a wrenching motion through the air. A large amount of dirt suddenly flew everywhere, causing everyone to throw up their arms in front of their face, eyes squeezed shut. When the debris settled down, Chopper was covered in dust, making gagging sounds and trying to spit the taste out of his mouth while Hermione found her clothes all soiled and smudged. Law was the only one who didn't look as wretched as the other two were, but he didn't appear much better off either. His hat had flown off somewhere, and there was a windswept look about him.

He blinked several times as though trying to clear his head. "…Alright, that could have gone better." He muttered, flicking his fingers and retrieving his hat back, which he immediately put back onto his head.

In the end, what had started out as a demonstration had become a dodging-and-countering exercise, with Hermione firing spells as fast as she could at both Chopper and Law, while the two either dodged them or, in the case of the latter, switched them away elsewhere. She tended to, subtly of course, try to send the more nastier spells towards Law, and grinned whenever one struck. She quickly noticed a pattern with the way Law handled with the spells within his Room. For spells that came in the form of jets of light, they were easily switched away with either rocks or branches or even clumps of dirt. But for the more 'general area' effect spells that had no distinct targets such as Levitation charms or Summoning Charms, Law either had to dodge them by leaping away or switching completely out of the general direction of the wand, or switch away the spell with a mass amount of substitute materials, which in the case of dirt, would cause a miniature sandstorm as the particles flew everywhere. She also noticed that once a spell struck, he couldn't throw it off by switching to another location with another object, which appeared to frustrate him.

By the end of their exercise three hours later, they were all looking the worse for the wear, covered in dirt, panting, and, in the case of Hermione and Chopper, had bits of leaves and twigs sticking out from their hair or fur. Law was looking satisfied, however. He had managed to be able to switch away the majority of the 'area' spells towards the end before they struck, even if it caused a big mess everywhere inside the Room.

"Great, it'll take forever to get all this out of my fur." Chopper said sulkily.

That night, after Chopper and Granger had both fallen asleep in their makeshift beds, Law sat upright from his position of feigning sleep. According to Granger, only those with 'magical blood' were able to see the Hogwarts castle, while everyone else would only see a pile of crumbling ruins and a warning sign. He and Chopper had both been able to see the building with no problems, so that meant that by theory, he should be able to use this same type of 'magic' in this world. The possibility that he and Chopper were only 'magic' by Devil Fruit and may not be able to use this world's magic had occurred to him, but he wouldn't know until he tried.

He felt rather silly, waving around a stick in the darkness, but he was curious. If he and Chopper were able to use the brand of magic in this world, it would be beneficial to their cause of finding a way back, as Granger had mentioned how many of the things in the Wizarding World required magic to access. Apparition would definitely be among the top things he wanted to be able to do. Not to mention the possibilities of using the power back in their world…

So far, though, he hadn't had any success. He tried again. "Lumos." He felt nothing happen; the stick still felt like a stick. He was sure he had copied all the motions in the air correctly the way Granger had done. The girl had mentioned how the wand chooses the person, and that casting spells usually resulted in the caster feeling a 'pull' of magic into the wand through their use. Perhaps he needed to focus more? He narrowed his gaze on the stick, willing it to glow. "Lumos."

The stick remained unresponding.

Feeling slightly annoyed, he tried another spell. "Accio." He said, pointing at some robes lying on the ground nearby. Again, nothing happened. He tried several others, and received no response from them at all. The stick remained a stick, dead to his hands.

"How exactly do you plan on entering the Ministry of Magic?" Hermione asked the next morning, nibbling on some bread. Law had gone out some time during the previous night and stole a pile of food from the various shops in Hogsmeade, leaving rocks, tree branches or dirt in their place. Hermione had insisted that he at least pay the shop owners, and had even taken out her own money bag and dumped out some coins, but as neither Law nor Chopper had any concept on the currency of the Wizarding World, the idea was eventually dropped. Inwardly, Hermione decided she'd shop more at the shops that had been stolen from in the future should she have the chance to go on future Hogsmeade trips, if only to settle her inner guilt at eating their products without paying.

"You said that there is a 'telephone booth' that leads inside the Ministry." Law said, holding a sandwich in his left hand while his right was positioned under his chin. "We'll enter through there and you can lead us to the room with the Veil. I will take care of any obstacles."

Hermione took that to mean, 'I'll slice and dismember anyone who happens to be unfortunate enough to stand in our way.'

"There is no guarantee that the Veil will take you back to your world, though. For all I know, it kills you instantly the moment you pass through it. That's what happened to Harry's godfather." She felt the need the point out, regardless of how much she may dislike the man. The bastard still had her heart somewhere inside his pockets.

"Then we will simply need a few test subjects to confirm that, won't we?" Law said, popping the last of his sandwich into his mouth and appearing for all she knew completely uncaring of the possible dangers. "We will go tonight. If the Veil is not viable as a method to return us to our world, we'll figure out another way. You did mention other portals."

"Yes, but I don't know where they are located, only that there are a total of two, including the Veil, at the British Ministry of Magic." Hermione wanted to point out just how many things could go wrong with such a hastily made plan that probably wouldn't even work, but Chopper held up a hoof and was looking intently towards the stairway. "There's something upstairs." He whispered.

Almost instantly, the basement was enveloped within Law's Room. He didn't spread it to its full size, as it would become visible outside of the house, but it would allow him to sense anyone coming down the stairs. "What did you hear?" Law asked, eyes suddenly looking a lot sharper than a moment ago.

"Fabric rubbing against each other, but there is no wind inside the shop. I also smell snow." Chopper said with his front hooves cupped around his ears and sniffing, while scooting over closer to Law. "But aside from that, nothing."

"They must have Silenced their footsteps," Hermione whispered, crouching down to make herself less visible amongst the crates, wary.

"Come out, Mr. Law. We know you are inside." A voice called out from above the stairs. "We have the place surrounded. Let's not make this any more difficult than it has to be."

"Professor Dumbledore!" Hermione almost shouted, her eyes lighting up and half-standing up, while Law and Chopper tensed.

"How did he find us here?" Chopper whispered frantically, head turning around frantically as though expecting the old man to pop up out of anywhere any moment. Beside him, a frowning Law unsheathed his sword, its blade pointed downwards at his side, but angled in a way that it can be slashed upwards diagonally in second.

"We were subtle, but we left a rather distinct trail for those who know what to look for." He said. "I should have taken his heart. Mister Chopper, be on your guard and don't get in the way."

Chopper apparently took those words to mean, 'find a safe place to hide out of reach from Law's sword', which led him to the conclusion that the safest place to be where Law's reach wouldn't hit would be on him. So he promptly climbed onto the man's left shoulder and clung to his neck tightly.

"…Mister Chopper, kindly refrain from asphyxiating me."

The reindeer hastily moved his hooves onto Law's coat instead.

"Miss Granger, the same goes for you. Stay behind me unless you want to be caught in the middle of my attacks."

Hermione didn't need to be told twice. She quickly scrambled behind Law. Dumbledore coming to save her or not, she had no desire to see bits of herself flying everywhere.

The Room flickered out briefly, before its owner immediately reopened another one, this one at its full size, enveloping the entire area within five hundred yards. He paused for a second, staring at some place to his left, before abruptly turning around and seizing Hermione by the shoulder with his left hand, his right hand still holding his sword. In a flash, their surroundings changed, and they reappeared somewhere outside, near the walls of a small hut. The Room disappeared and reopened again, and again their surroundings changed, this time somewhere inside the Forbidden Forest.

"Stay here."

And with that, Law flickered away, leaving behind a stack of chopped wood in his place.

A/N: I did a rough calculation/estimation of Trafalgar's Room size, from Chapter 660, and I'm guessing that his Room is about five hundred yards in diameter, if the distance between him and the G5 Marines is fifty yards.

A/N: (edit) …I am so fucking depressed right now words can't even describe the bulk of how I'm feeling right now. There is the feeling of being faintly surprised as I've never been this affected before by a manga, and from a single chapter too, at that. I take back what I said in the last chapter about being sad at the lack of Trafalgar's appearance. Right now even seeing the name and any picture and thinking about anything related to him is affecting me, in the very negative sort of way.