Hi everyone, welcome to my first Harry Potter FF. I kinda decided to write this after reading, several, very good stories posted by others and I wanted to do a post Voldemort spin. My main focus has been Naruto, so this is going to give me a slight breather from my other two stories. I have three trademarks: 1) I use ONE OC as a character, I know some of you are already rolling the eyes, but I'll let you judge for yourselves. 2) I do NOT use cannon pairings, if you want cannon read the books! 3) I do NOT put A/N in the middle of the story, it detracts from the writing.

"Speaking"

'Thoughts'

"Spell Name" (Translation)

Disclaimer - I do NOT own Harry Potter, if I did it wouldn't end with book seven!

-Chapter 1: Ordinatio-

Two men stood in a large room, facing a shadowed figure, prepared to recieve their orders. "Infragilis," came a soft voice from the man seated behind the desk, "Exuro, like any other mission you are not required to accept. If you do, there is no room for error." He slid the two folders forward and awaited his subordinates to read over the contents.

The first man took his folder and opened it. His sharp green eyes scanning the pages of information. He was garbed in his uniform, black shirt, black slacks, black double breasted trench coat, and finally black leather gloves covering his hands. He turned his emerald orbs on his commander, his disheveled onyx hair shadowing the look of bewilderment on his face, "Sir, why us?"

"I agree," added the man to his left, "isn't this a job for a rookie team? Plus, there are.." he paused and looked at his partner, "...there could be complications." He recieved a withering look from his companion for his comment. He too was garbed in his uniform, save his gloves, they were white with a pentagram inside a circle embroidered on the tops. His eyes were an odd coloration: red with streaks of yellow and orange flowing in a starburst pattern from his pupil. His hair was jet black, much like his counterpart's. Instead of an untidy mess, however, it was neatly spiked back in rows.

The older figure leaned back in his chair, "I trust you both to act accordingly, and as for why you?" he paused and let out a light laugh, "this is going to be a grand affair, every important person in the wizarding world will be there. The likely-hood of an attack is beyond astronomical."

"I'll do it," stated the man identified as Infragilis, he then turned to his partner, "Do you have a problem with that?"

Exuro ran his fingers through his hair and then sighed, "It wouldn't really do to leave my partner hanging," he handed his folder back to the commander, "I accept as well."

"Excellent," replied the figure as he waved a wand over the folders, causing large lettering that read 'Mission Accepted' to appear on them. "You will depart tomorrow morning and arrive in two days," he then flicked his wand causing a large silver bowl to float to his desk, once it arrived he pulled something out and placed it in his mouth, "either of you care for a lemon drop?"

After declining, both men exited the large office and began down the stone corridor, "We've been partners for five years," started Exuro, "and I've never seen you do something so stupid."

Infragilis just pinched the bridge of his nose, a nervous habit since losing his spectacles, "It's just a mission." A gloved hand reached out and found his shoulder, halting the green eyed man's march, "What is it Lucas?"

"Tell me it bothers you, hell man, tell me you're doing it because you miss them," Lucas dropped his hand back down to his side, "but Harry, don't you dare tell me it's just a mission."

As the sun rose over the hilltops surrounding the Weasley home, it poured its warmth over the sleeping form of one Hermione Grainger, soon to be Hermione Weasley. After stretching and yawning widely, she swung her legs off of her temporary bed and planted both feet on the floor. 'One more day,' she thought, 'then a start on a new life, Hermione Weasley,' sighing she wrung her hands together. As she stood the other occupant of the room stirred and then blinked blearily at her, "Good morning Ginny."

The twenty-one year old red head merely grunted and pulled the covers back over her head, "Don't be so cheerful 'mione," she whined, "we're not all getting married tomorrow." She then threw back the covers and sat up, her flaming red hair framing her face, "Although you ARE getting married to Ron, so maybe you shouldn't be that cheerful either." Her friend only offered a half hearted smile and a laugh that came out more like a sob, "Hermione, what's wrong?" It was a stupid question really, she already knew what was wrong. As wonderful as her brother treated her, Ron Weasley was not the man her friend wanted to make a life long commitment to. At first the youngest Weasley had written it off as the bonds of strong friendship, but then after contemplating how Hermione was never too busy for Harry or how she spent every waking moment worrying about him, she concluded that her best friend was indeed in love with the-boy-who-lived. After her realization she was a bit stiff around Hermione, that is until one day a sublime thought came to her in the form of Molly Weasley.

-Flashback-

Ginny let out a frustrated sigh as she flopped down into her chair at breakfast, "What's wrong Ginny dear?" questioned one Molly Weasley

"Nothing mum," she replied. Her mother's gaze didn't falter a bit, "I just found out...well...more like figured out. That one of my good friends is in love with Harry."

Molly turned back to the bacon that was cooking, "I see, and you didn't like that a bit did you?" Her lack of response confirmed the question, so she pulled up a chair and sat next to her daughter, "You may have to get used to the fact that the boy you like is a hero, dear." She drew in a breath and continued, "You know he's caring, self-sacrificing, and would do anything to save a complete stranger, and now he's the one that's going to save us all again. In short dear, it's very easy to fall in love with our Harry. It wouldn't surprise me if every woman in our world had some kind of crush on him."

Ginny quirked an eyebrow, "What about you mum?"

"Me dear?" she questioned with a smile, "Harry is like one of my own, thinking about him like that is very awkward for me. Although..." she paused, "he is devilishly handsome." She stepped to the side as a bisquit was launched in her direction.

-End Flashback-

After that she had warmed back up to her friend, realizing that no woman could resist that boy. A small sigh escaped her as she wrapped her arms around Hermione's sobbing form, the day after her talk with Molly would be the last time anyone would see Harry Potter, "It's ok Mione, shhh." She began to rub soothing circles on the brunette's back, "It'll be alright."

"He should be here Ginny," sobbed the woman, "to see all this." Drawing in a shakey breath she regained control of her emotions, "I'm sorry Gin, it seems all I've been doing for the last few years is trying to live in the past." Hermoine released her grip on the redhead and spun around to the mirrior, "Oh dear, I look absolutely atrocious!" she exclaimed and reached for a brush and began running it through her, now, slightly tamed locks.

Ginny realized what she was doing, Hermione was an odd character. One minute completely composed and perfect, the next a blubbering mess. 'Bloody confusing,' she thought with a small smile, "Come on, mum's got to have breakfast done by now, I'm starving."

After thirty minutes all of the Weasley household was gathered around the breakfast table. There was Bill and Fluer, the half Veela still standing by her werewolf husband. Charlie and his wife Melanie, they had met in Romania and were married in less than a year, the Weasleys were never a patient bunch. Fred and George, the self made buisnessmen of the family still proclaim that it is better to play the field. Percy and his wife Penelope, after much debate and arguement he was allowed to enter the house, with a promise of immense pain should he be such a prat again. Ron sat next to his Fiance, Hermione, after the news of Voldemort's demise and the loss of Harry they had lached onto each other like a lifeline to the world. Quite a lot of people had thought them the perfect couple, but those that knew them knew better. It wasn't love that held them together, it was a staggering fear of loss. Finally Ginny, she was written as the beautiful girlfriend of the tragic hero, the love he sacrificed for the good of the world. Ginny herself snorted in disgust when she read the article, courtesy of one Rita Skeeter. She cared about Harry deeply, but love? It was possible but not certian, they had only dated for a few months for cripe's sake. When she had tried dating again, an article immediately came out, 'Potter widow looking for comfort!' blasted woman. An uncomfortable silence washed over the group as Authur took his place at the head of the table, "Well," he said, "eat up!"

No one really did much, save prod their food, the normal vibrance and bickering was missing this morning, "Come on you lot, it'll get cold," added Molly

Ron scanned the table at all the somber faces, it had been a long time since his family was this quiet, so he did the only thing he could think of. He caught the attention of everyone as he lifted his glass of pumpkin juice, "Wish you were here mate," he looked around the table and offered a smile, "To Harry."

"To Harry," they chorused

Immediately the mood had lifted and things were as they should have been. Later that night Hermione sat on the front porch swing, letting it rock her into a sense of comfort. It was broken, however, by Bill coming out the front door, "Lo there Mione," he stated with a smile

"Hi Bill," she replied with a small wave, then she cast a curious look up, "it's not a full moon, why are you out here?"

The eldest Weasley child took a spot next to her on the swing, "My hearing is absurdly sensitive, and if I have to hear one more of Fred and George's fireworks go off, I don't think I'll need a full moon. Fluer suggested I come outside for a bit." He smiled as a laugh escaped her, "been a while since I've seen you smile like that."

"I've just been a bit out of sorts lately," she replied with a sigh, "wedding jitters and all."

Bill frowned, "You're a horrible liar Hermione Grainger," then he stood and gave a stretch, "Well I shouldn't keep my wife waiting for bed, I'll leave you to it then." As he opened the door he paused, "You can't force it Hermione, it's either there or it isn't."

She frowned at the door, 'Oh sure, that coming from the man that married miss perfect. Perfect face, perfect cook, perfect hair, bloody perfect bum too!' Hermione continued to fume as her fiance stepped outside. "Ron?" she questioned, instantly snapping from her rant.

"Hey Mione," he replied with a half smile, "whatcha doin out here?"

It was times like this Hermione felt the most guilty, she had been thinking about one man and marrying another, "Just thinking, you?" He only shrugged and took a place next to her, wrapping a protective arm around her, "tomorrow is going to be crazy, my mum and yours running around and issuing orders at the same time."

Ron groaned and rested his head on the back of the swing, "Bloody nightmare is what it's going to be, your mum is scary for a muggle." A grin crossed his face as a giggle emitted from the woman in his arms, "Hows work? Any news?"

"Two more last week," she replied grimly

"Any new details?" he continued

Hermione shook her head, "Two men dressed in black entered the building, five minutes later it was in flames with everyone inside dead." She sighed and tucked her feet under her, "It's only happening to people suspected to be practicing in the dark arts."

"Sounds like a good group of blokes then," he replied with a shrug, "taking the fight to the dark wizards instead of waiting for another, you-know-who to pop up."

"Ron!" she scolded, "These people are forgoing the whole process, they are just executing with no trial and no chance for the accused to defend themselves!"

The redhead scratched the back of his head in thought, "I know Mione, it's just," he paused, "I figure if we had captured you-know-who, the slimey git coulda lied his way out of a punishment, or even escaped." He removed his arm from around Hermione and put both hands in his lap, "Sometimes, putting them down is the only way to do it."

"I know, but that doesn't make these people right," she replied with a sigh, as an Auror she had her fair share of spell battles that hadn't ended peacefully. She knew death well enough, but that didn't stop her from despising it, "You were never like this, before..."

"Before I killed Crabbe?" he finished for her, she nodded, "funny how a little thing like war can change a blokes way of thinkin." He yawned widely and stretched, "I think it's time for bed, big day tomorrow." He leaned down and placed a light kiss on her lips, "night love."

"Night," she replied with a smile. After he had entered the house she sighed, 'He really is good to me.' Then she made a pact with herself, she would do her best to love Ronald Weasley as more than just her best friend.'

Harry snapped his eyes open as Lucas down shifted and passed a rather large truck, "Hey, you're awake!"

"Yes I'm awake," he replied with a yawn, "do you have to drive like bat out of hell?"

Lucas shrugged, "It's a sports car, I'm required to drive at absurd speeds. I think it's in the manual." He then let out a wide yawn and rubbed his eyes, "Mind taking over for a while?"

Resigned to not getting anymore sleep Harry reluctantly agreed, "Sure mate." He waited as Lucas pulled the black BMW M3 into the nearest parking lot, "Where are we?" he questioned as they switched places.

"Still about two hours out," he replied as he reclined the seat and closed his eyes. He shot back up when Harry slammed the gas and dumped the clutch, causing the car to spin out, "TAKE IT EASY!" he shouted

Harry only grinned smugly, "I looked at the reports from the enchantment department, this thing has had more charms put on it than the knight bus. I couldn't break it if I dropped a building on it, funny how you haven't had to put gas in it yet either."

"That was..er...I mean...Just, shut up and drive Potter," retorted Lucas as he closed his eyes. It felt like he had just fallen asleep when he was being woken up again, "wassamatter!" he shouted, reaching for his combat knife.

"We're here," replied Harry as he handed the keys back to his partner. Both men exited the car and retrieved their black duffles from the trunk, "The church is down the road, we'll drive out tomorrow morning and pretend to be muggles visiting the graveyard. Should anything happen we'll deal with it as it comes."

"Got it," replied Lucas as he watched Harry pull his silver and black, swept hilt, rapier from thin air. "You can deal with this right?" he questioned while removing his coat.

"You heard the commander, failure is not an option," he replied as he ran a soft cloth down the blade, "so dealing with it isn't either. Why do you care anyway, it's not like you know them."

His partner shrugged, "because you're my partner and my friend?"

Harry shook his head, "Right," he sighed, "friend."

"Don't get all nostalgic now," snapped Lucas as he slipped into his bed, "this is a snatch and grab. They may be resistant or flat out defiant, I hope you're ready to force them to come with us."

'Just bloody great,' thought Harry, 'knowing the Weasleys they're going to put up more than a little bit of resistance. Brilliant Harry, just brilliant.' He flicked his wrist and his sword vanished with a soft 'pop'. Shedding his shirt and shoes he laid back on his bed and closed his eyes, 'I wonder how they've all changed.' He was awoken the next morning by a soft scraping sound, he turned his head to see Lucas running the blade of his black combat knife along a sharpening stone, "Time?" he questioned

"One hour," replied his partner as he slipped the weapon into its horizontal sheath strapped across his lower back, "We should go before the streets get too busy."

Harry nodded and pulled on his shirt, coat, and boots, "Right then." As he was buttoning his coat he was hit in the face by something soft and black. Holding it up revealed it was a ski mask, "What's this?"

"It'll make things easier for the time being if they don't know who you are," replied Lucas as he slipped his own mask into his pocket, then began pulling on his white, embroidered, leather gloves, "There's a time and place for emotions, the middle of a battle isn't one of them."

The emerald eyed man smirked, "Rule number six," he stated. As his partner made to open the door he called out to him, "Oi, Lucas.." he paused and ran his fingers through his hair, "Thanks."

"Sure man," he replied and opened the door, "You ready to do this?"

Harry's smirk went to a full blown grin as he pulled on his black leather gloves, "Always mate, always."

End Chapter 1: Ordinatio

Read and Review - I hope you've enjoyed the first chapter, lots of questions. We'll start seeing answers as soon as chapter 2.

Preview Chapter 2: Assault and Abduction