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Nevermore

Chapter 10

The ministry of magic could only be described as a zoo, at least for the moment anyway. With the "Battle of Diagon Alley" (as it had officially been titled) over, the ministry now had their hands full. With memory charms needing to be cast, buildings and establishments to compensate, a prominent wizard location to rebuild not to mention capture and hopefully execution (fudge crossed his fingers) of the culprits responsible.

All in all the Ministry of Magic had nothing to look forward to except for long days of paper work.

Raven groaned as he came to, he didn't feel particularly comfortable right now actually. A constant pounding in his head dulled his sense of judgement, there was also the lack of feeling in his right arm that seemed a bit disturbing and for some reason of another he was shaking...or was someone shaking him?

"Raven?"

Groan

"Raven wake up!"

"Wha...?"

"Oi, up here!"

Raven dully lookup up and around and soon caught sight of Gwen's blue hair.

"Oh Gwen...'lo..."

"Yeah, hi yourself. Look Raven you're injured and I can't heal these wounds. You need wizard healing."

"Injured? How?"

"The dragons."

"Oh..."

"Raven listen to me."

"I am."

"Remember the fail safe?"

"Fail safe?"

"Yeah fail safe, it's a spell the resides inside you communication orb."

"Oh that...wait if you're going to use that then..." Raven looked down at his body and finally realized what Gwen was trying to tell him all along. His right arm was almost completely ripped off his body; blood was oozing everywhere from various wounds pooling under him on the Cobblestone Street. Although not wounded mortally if Raven didn't seek help soon he would soon be beyond help due to blood loss. "You can't help me..." Raven stated softly.

Gwen nodded tears pooling in her eyes, "I was trying to tell you that."

"The fail safe must be used then."

"Unfortunately, but don't worry once you're healed we'll be back for you, okay?"

Raven nodded then asked "But won't I be in jail or something?"

Gwen laughed "But you're Harry Potter remember, they wouldn't dare put you in jail."

"Oh yeah...but the glamour charm?"

"You're magic has already failed you, the scar is visible."

"Oh..."

"Raven I must go, don't worry though you're memories will be safe with me."

"I trust you."

Gwen smiled and removed the communication orb from Ravens neck while whispering a short spell, which would remove Ravens memories storing them safely in the glass orb until the spell be reversed.

"Bye" Whispered Gwen as she jumped away just as Bill rounded the corner.

Bill Weasly was in sheer awe of the mass amounts of Lost Boys that literally poured out of Diagon Alley. Most seemed to ride a modified version of the broomstick while some rode in charmed automobiles.
Others ran quickly through the back streets evading the aurors, while the rest jumped gracefully from roof to roof.

Really the only way to describe the flight of the Lost Boys was as on mass migration across the sky line...almost as if a thousand birds had taken flight at once.

"Brilliant isn't it?" Ask Arthur Weasley as he walked over to stand by his son.

"I would have never guessed." Muttered Bill more to himself then his father.

"Well at least it's over."

"Over? Aren't you going to catch them?"

"Eventually, however the wizarding world is risking exposure at the moment and memory modification is our first priority."

"Oh"

"Don't worry justice always prevails...they'll get theirs too."

"We can only hope." Mr. Weasley turned to make his way away from Diagon alley but then stopped thinking better of it.

"Bill, perhaps you could be of some help here."

"Oh?"

"Yes, if you wouldn't mind searching the alley for people who may still be lurking about."

"Sure."

"Wonderful! Then I'll give you this too!" Said Arthur as he thrust a device into Bills hands.

"And this would be?"

"Oh is identifies a person by their blood. I thought you might need it to identify the dead."

"Oh...wonderful then." Said Bill as he nervously walked into the remains of Diagon alley.

As is turned out Bill did not find many bodies remaining in Diagon Alley. It seemed all parties involved were doing their damnedest to remain anonymous and that meant most of the casualties had mysteriously disappeared in one way or another.

Of course it was terribly difficult to do a proper cover job in a matter of minutes and so some bodies were left behind.

It was strange and slightly unnerving to see teenagers that should be attending a magical academy strewn out on the street eyes wide open and blank. Even more unnerving was the bloody corpses of the Death Eaters. Obviously the Lost Boys held no love for unforgivables for they killed in a most gruesome way.

Bill was tired and oddly enough hungry, although he didn't know how that could be considering the amount of blood and gore that covered the remains of Diagon Alley.

With a sigh he resigned that no one else was left alive in the alley for they had all escaped. Slowly he began walking back, but then stopped. A hushed whisper originating from a small side street drew his attention.

Inching slowly to the alley he tried to make out the conversation but couldn't. Gathering his courage Bill pulled out his wand expecting the worst and rounded the corner. He was disappointed to only find another corpse...or so he though.

Sighing at another tragedy he pulled out the device used to identify the dead. Looking at the corpse it made him sick to his stomach realizing that this was almost exactly how Ginny had been found. Slaughtered and mutilated beyond recognition.

Taking a minute to catch his breath Bill looked the corpse over once again and slowly dropped the device as he realized he wouldn't need it to identify who lay before him.

It was Harry Potter.

Surged with a new sort of desperation Bill shakily looked for a pulse...anything that would tell him he had not lost his Little brothers best friend and savior of the Wizarding world. Tears poured out of bills eyes as when he failed to locate a pulse. It was like seeing Ginny all over again, gasping back a sob Bill rubbed the tears from his eyes. Looking again at Harry's face he almost had a heart attack when he realized that his eyes were open and a ghost of a smile resided on his lips. He was alive and Bill in shock and shaken state had not been able to properly locate Harry's very faint pulse.

Harry's lips moved and Bill strained to hear what he said.

"Weasley?" Croaked Harry looking puzzled.

Bill smiled and laughed with a bit of joy.

"That's right mate, Ron's older brother. Bills the name." Said Bill in a rush of excitement.

"Ah" Whispered Harry.

"Don't worry I'll have you out of here in no time." Said Bill with more enthusiasm then he had had only moments before.

Harry nodded as his eyes tiredly drifted closed.

"Hey, stay with me mate!" Exclaimed Bill.

Everything when black.

"Nothing? Nothing at all?"

"Nothing of the events of the past few years anyway."

"How could they had done that though?"

"Our best guess is some sort of pensieve, actually it's pretty ingenious really."

"Yeah if you say so."

"Our real concern though is for Mr. Potters arm. We managed to save it but it won't be of much use to him with out some sort of brace. Perhaps in later years it will fully heal but right now it's a miracle that we were even able to make it look like and arm again."

"You did your best that's all we can expect."

"Yes well..."

"He hasn't woken yet has he?"

"No, I imagine that he'll be knocked out for a good while yet. Even if he does come around I'm sure things will be fuzzy for a while."

"I see. Went would be the earliest possible time that we could have Mr. Potter moved?"

"Immediately if you really want to. He's in stable condition and Hogwarts is more then equip to deal with any bumps he may run into on the road to recovery."

"That is good to know."

"Would you like him moved?"

"If it would not be too much trouble."

"None at all. We'll setup a portkey for this evening."

"Thank you, miss."

"Our pleasure...professor Dumbledore."

The Lost Boys after fleeing Diagon alley had quickly moved to the elvish hideout located outside London. For now their primary purpose was to regroup and plan. A new base of operation was needed and needed quickly.

Mad Hatter (or Mundungus Fletcher as Sirius had revealed him to really be) paced tirelessly back and forth along the forest floor. Sirius rested near by on a log looking around with much curiosity.

"We need a new place to go...but where? We could keep our ears to the ground in Diagon alley, but now? It's all a complete mess!"

"I'm sure you'll figure something out."

"Not bloody likely. Why did I listen to Raven? I knew that Malfoy brat was trouble from the start but Raven thought he could be useful. Ha, very useful indeed!"

"Hey, come to think of it where is harry."

"Probably poking around somewhere trying to avoid me." Said Mundungus with a scowl.

"Mad." Said the feminine voice of Gwen as she glided over the Mad Hatter on her hoverboard.

"Gwen!" Said Mad Hatter with a smile "Glad to see ya!"

"I'm sure." She said jumping lightly off the hovering snowboard. "You mentioned that you hadn't seen Raven."

"Yes, you wouldn't happen to know where the little bugger is would ya?"

"Language Mad" Scolded Gwen with a scowl. "Yes I know what happened to him."

"Happened to him?" Inquired Mad his blood running cold.

"He was hurt Mad, very badly..." the look in the blue headed elf's eyes told Mad all he needed to know.

"You didn't...you couldn't, I-I thought he had made it."

"I'm sorry Mad he was just too wounded, if I had brought him he probably would have died. At least this way he'll be in good hands."

"Right...you're right." Sighed Mad Hatter plopping down beside Sirius.

"Uh, is anyone going to fill me in on what happened to my godson?" Asked Sirius a bit harsher then he meant to.

"Oh, sorry." Said Gwen a startled look on her face. "You see all Lost Boys had these portable pensieve's that we carry around with us...they also double as a communication device. So if one of our men is down for the count and we're unable to help them we wipe their memories storing them in the pensieve and then either contact the hospital to come and get them or else leave them to be found and taken care of."

"But if the ministry finds them they'll be thrown in jail won't they? I thought the lost Boys were a menace to the ministry."

"Ah, that's the brilliance of it all, most of the Lost Boys are runaway's, so if there identified they're usually returned to their homes."

"Oh, so then Harry will..."

"Will be taken to Hogwarts." Finished Mad Hatter.

"Well then that's okay I guess. I should be on my way then to meet him there." Said Sirius standing up.

"Sirius, mate I hate to do this but you can't leave."

"What? Why?"

"You could reveal our identities to Dumbledore or the ministry. You've been cleared and all so you have no reason to fear going there. If you reveal our operation then we'll loose our upper hand on the Death Eaters."

"I won't say a word mate."

"We can't take the risk."

"But I need to see Harry!"

"You will! You don't think we'll be leaving Harry to rot in Hogwarts do ya?"

"You mean?"

"Yeah we'll be going to Hogwarts to get him back, no use him staying somewhere he's not needed...an open target for Death Eaters if you will."

"I-I can see you're point but why all the sneaking?"

"Dumbledore wanted it that way ya see."

"Dumbledore? What does he have to do with this?"

"Well mate, frankly he has everything to do with this."

"I don't understand but I expect and explanation."

"You'll get if of course just not yet. Later you'll be filled in with all the detail but now, it's not the time nor place to talk about such things."

"I guess not."

"No we need a new base and soon. The sooner we move the better!"

"You don't care where you relocate do you?"

"Not really."

"Then my friend I think I know where you might consider going."

A/N: Hello fellow readers and writers. Yay it's my birthday (August 26th!) I thought It was about time I post this thingy. So I hope you enjoyed my birthday gift to all of you.

I'm rereading nevermore from the beginning and trying to make sure everything is working together as it should. If not I'll be revising, which is a good thing, right?

Also another slightly important thing to keep in mind is that this fall I start college, so I'll be studying and sewing and working. Hopefully I'll be able to write more often then I did this summer but just to let people know, I will be busy.

Thank you for reading, please leave a review if you want, I enjoy the feed back.

Thanx

Maab