A/N Two chapter in 24 hours after months of nothing lol. This chapter is what you have been demanding. Over 3000 words it is not overly long but its a nice piece of cake after such a long wait. It is somewhat of a filler with bits of new information strewn without the story. If anyone can find the nod to a certain something in this chapter i shall give you a nice spoiler. So here without further ado is chapter 10, Covenant

Remus John Lupin. Correct?" Auror Dawlish asked the werewolf seated across the table from him in the small cell.

"Yes, that's correct." Lupin replied wearily. The night had been hell for the aging werewolf. First watching his friends and the love of his life killed by his best friends son, and then being arrested by Aurors.

"Why don't you tell me what happened?" Dawlish asked with barely concealed contempt. Two aurors had been found dead in a muggle house with the werewolf being the only one to have saw all of it.

"Death Eaters. They came out of nowhere and began attacking the house." Lupin may not have been a fan of Harry Potter any longer, but he knew that the truth would be damning to the cause against Voldemort if it was found out that the 'chosen one' had killed some of the good guys. "The wards that Dumbledore had placed around the house held long enough for us in the Order to arrive. The Death Eaters had managed to gain entry and we battled them just inside the door. They ki-killed all of my friends." He sobbed.

"If it was Death Eaters, then where was the dark mark? Where were the fallen Death Eaters. The rest of your 'Order' might have been incompetent but Auror Shacklebolt was not. Certainly you managed you subdue at least one of them." He asked in a rather cold voice.

"They…grabbed their wounded when they apparated away. They didn't have time to cast the Dark Mark."

"Why did you survive without a scratch, when everyone else died?" Lupin looked at the man, the same question in his mind.

"I…I don't know."

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Harry and Hermione touched down on the front steps of Grimmauld Place, within the safety of the Fidelius charm. Harry opened the door and stepped into the now bright and cheery house, Winky and Dobby had been absolutely amazing in their redecorations.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER! HOW DARE YOU SCARE ME LIKE THAT" Hermione hollered and punctuated each word with a punch to Harry's chest. Unseen to both of them, Ron had been standing in the shadows with his fist in his mouth, trying hard not to let them hear his laughter. "HOW THE HELL CAN YOU FLY" She finished with a stamp of her foot. Harry only looked at her in a bemused sort of way.

"Well if Ron is quite finished trying to eat his fist, and your done abusing me, there is a lot to catch you up on." Ron looked momentarily shocked that Harry knew he was there but just figured it was another Harry thing.

Harry led Hermione into the library and caught her up on all that they had found and done in the time she had been gone, finishing with the prediction of Rowena Ravenclaw and his new found abilities. Hermione was impressed that they had already managed to destroy one horcrux but developed a thoughtful look on her face when Harry mentioned the prophecy.

"I've heard that before, but there's more to it than what you said. During one of my trips do Diagon Ally, I went into that bookstore on the corner near Knockturn Ally that specializes in rare books. There was a book in there about Ravenclaw and it had that prophecy in it in its entirety. But my trunk is at Hogwarts and I don't know how we are going to get it."

"Well I need to go to Hogwarts anyways, I think they have my wand." Hermione nodded her head, she had seen Professor McGonagall with it after they had placed Harry back at the Dursleys. "I don't exactly think its going to be easy though, McGonagall is bound to make it difficult for us, especially after last night." Harry had told Hermione what had happened at the Durlseys and while she was very upset that he had killed all of them, she understood that sometimes things are necessary that you might not like.

"Well then there's no sense putting it off, we might as well go now while we still have daylight. We need to stop at Diagon Ally anyway, in all the excitement we never bought the new brooms and you still have that package Dumbledore left you in vault 714."

Shortly after that, Harry apparated both Ron and Hermione into the Entrance Hall of Hogwarts, he was starting to like the ability to apparate through wards. Thankfully for them, the hall was deserted.

"Alright Hermione, go up to Gryffindor tower and get your trunk. If you meet anyone along the way that draws down on you, do whatever you feel necessary." Hermione nodded in the affirmative and set off at a trot towards the dormitories. Harry and Ron followed her up the stairs but turned on the seventh floor, and headed off towards the headmistresses office. When they reached the gargoyle, Harry had no idea what the password was. But the thought was unneeded, for as soon as he stepped in front of the gargoyle, it jumped aside to admit him passage. Shaking his head as to why it didn't ask for the password, Harry took the steps two at a time.

McGonagall was sitting behind her desk when her door banged open as Harry entered. McGonagall was ready for him however. Before Harry could even blink, both him and Ron were wrapped tightly in cords shot from the end of her wand. With another flick of said wand, both boys where bound again, this time to straight back chairs conjured out of thin air.

Harry knew he could break both their bonds if need be, but he decided to go with it to see where it would lead. People had a habit of saying more than they should when they believed they were in control.

"Hello Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley. I have been expecting you. We have quite a few things to discuss and though I rather wish the restraints were unnecessary, we both know they are. Now, Thanks to you Mr. Potter, the Order is in shambles. A good percentage of our people are dead thanks to your new…outlook on the war effort. Remus is in Ministry custody over the deaths that happened at your relatives house, though thankfully they cannot tie him to the crimes so he shall be released shortly. We may have been rather forceful in attempting to take you to the Dursleys but we believed it necessary. It is of no use any longer however, as when you killed your uncle, the wards fell since you no longer called it home. So it has been decided that you shall stay here at the castle. You can have free reign to go anywhere you like, as long as you do not leave the grounds." McGonagall finished with a look on her face that showed she was confident that Harry would accept this offer.

"No thanks, Minerva. For all intents and purposes this shall be the last time I step foot in this castle. As to the Order being in shambles, I told you time and time again to leave me alone. I am perfectly capable of handling myself but you just couldn't drop it. Do you think I enjoyed killing all those people. NO! After I got home that night, I was a fucking wreck. It nearly destroyed me that I had killed people that had only been looking out for my best interest, but you could not leave well enough alone. I am sorry that Remus was arrested but he should never have been there in the first place. As for Vernon Dursley, well I feel no remorse for that. In fact I would much love to go back and kill Petunia and Dudley for the way they treated me. They beat on me for 16 years, made me their servant for 16 years. I shall shed no tears that the bastard is dead."

The night after the incident at Number 4, Privet Drive, had been hell on Harry. Once he had gone home from the ministry, he had gone straight to his room, and dropped to his knees and cried. Cried for all the families that would mourn those who he had killed.

"Potter, you must understand. You HAVE to stay in the castle. Is it the only place safe enough for you. Yes, I know you can take care of yourself. But if its Voldemort that attacks you and not just his fool Death Eaters, then even you couldn't hold you own."

"Minerva, I am done with this conversation. Untie us and give me my wand so I can be on my way."

"I'm afraid I can't do that Potter. You must be protected. You are the only shining star in the bright night that is our world! If you die, then all is lost and people will lose hope." Ron had stayed quiet through the conversation but chose to interrupt now.

"Professor McGonagall, we've always liked you. But you are seriously pushing it. You talk about Harry being killed by Voldemort when you yourself tried to kill him last night. The ministry is investigating the fact that you put Hermione under the Imperious and tried to get HER to kill him too. I really don't think your one to be preaching about killing or trying to kill." When Ron said that the ministry was looking into the fact she used an unforgivable, she looked as if shed been slapped.

"Exactly, so I'll say this again, untie me and give me my wand." When she gave no indication she was about to let them go, Harry let the power surge through him again. "Alright, then I'll do it my way." Fire seemed to erupt around the pupils of Harry's eyes and spread out through the iris's until his eyes were completely black. With a simple hand gesture the bonds around him snapped, with another, Ron was also free. McGonagall's eyes betrayed her surprise at his power.

"Accio wand." Harry said holding his hand out. His wand shot from the back of McGonagall's desk, leaving a small hole in its wake. Catching the wand as it shot towards him, Harry turned on his heel and left the shocked McGonagall staring at Ron's back as his best friend followed him out.

They met Hermione on their way down the stairs and they relayed a quick summary of all that happened as they descended. In the middle of the Entrance Hall they ran into tiny Professor Flitwick.

"Oh, Hello Harry." The jovial little man said as he shook Harry's hand.

"Hello, Professor Flitwick, I actually wanted to talk to you but I wasn't sure if you were free today. Do you have a few minutes to talk?"

"Of course, Mr. Potter." The trio followed the tiny man into the Great Hall and they all took a seat at which was usually the Hufflepuff table.

"Professor, do you know what that spell was that stopped the killing curse last night?" Harry had no idea how he had cast the spell and he thought that there was no shield that could stop the killing curse. One that could would definitely come in handy down the road. Hermione leaned forward, always eager to learn something new.

"It is called the Castimonia shield. It is, quite literally, a perfect shield for those that can cast it. However, it is most difficult to cast due to the fact that you must be pure of heart as well as overly powerful to cast it. If you have even so much as a blemish on your soul, it will not work. It is powerful enough to stop a killing curse of lower power, such as Minerva's because it contains much more good magic than bad magic of the killing curse. When the curse is up and fully functioning, nothing that is meant to do harm can pass through the dome. On a side note, no one has been able to cast the spell in over a thousand years. The last to be able to do so was Godric Gryffindor himself."

Harry took it all in with a nod of his head, to be honest, nothing he could do surprised him anymore, not after flying. Hermione, however, was looking at Harry with what could only be awe written all over her face. Harry threw a smirk at her and turned back to Flitwick.

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"Well that was certainly surprising." Hermione said to both of them as they made their way out of Hogwarts, stopping just outside the doors.

"Yeah, being able to cast this purity dome thing could really help when I finally have to face Voldemort."

"I don't know Harry. Flitwick said that it could stop low powered killing curses, but Voldemort has the most powerful killing curse of anyone alive. You don't know what could happen if it were to strike and white magic were to strike black magic."

"Yeah, mate. It could blow up or something, you never know."

"Maybe, but we will see. Its starting to get dark and we still have to go to Diagon Ally so we need to get going."

A quick side-along apparation later found the three teens standing in the apparation point of Diagon Ally. Deciding that Gringotts would be the place to go first, they made their way up the white marble stairs and into the first line available.

"Albus Dumbledore left me something in vault 714 and I would like to get it out if I could." The goblin seemed to scrutinize him for a minute before nodding his head. With a quick snap of the fingers, a goblin Harry had never seen before came rushing from the back. After a quick whispering of words between the goblins, the unknown goblin lead him towards the double doors to the side of the hall and into one of the rail carts.

The ride down was as terrifying as ever, with the twists and turns making you believe you would fly out at any minute. Finally they stopped at the vault Harry hadn't seen in nearly seven years. Ron and Hermione stayed in the cart as Harry followed the goblin onto the landing in front of the vault.

The goblin slowly ran his finger down the middle of the vault door and the metallic clicks of the locks undoing themselves sounded like gunshots in the silent cavern. As the door disappeared, Harry saw a small trunk sitting on the floor of the vault. Stepping in, Harry used his wand to quickly shrink the trunk and he placed it in his pocket.

Outside the bank, the sky had turned a blood red that meant sunset. Knowing the had only minutes until the shops began to close. They hastily beat it to Quality Quidditch Supplies. Browsing up and down the shelves, Harry came to the newest line of brooms released, the Firebolt Hallow. The broom was quite expensive, but wanting nothing less than the best, Harry bought three of them.

When they left the store, dark had completely fallen and the ally was mostly deserted.

"Hey guys, I think I'm gonna fly home. Its great flying weather and no one will be able to see me so I think ill be safe."

"Yeah me too, I can't wait to try out the new Hallow either." Ron said, admiring the broom in his hand.

"No I don't mean on a broom, I mean like Superman." Ron looked confused at the word Superman, but before Ron could ask who he was, Harry cut him off. "He's a fictional character in muggle comics. He can fly like I can, without a broom or anything." Ron nodded his head in understanding.

"Yes, well that sounds fun and all, but I'm just going to apparate." Hermione said dryly. While silently thinking 'boys'." Hermione turned and with a pop, she was gone.

"See you at home." Ron said as he straddled the broom and kicked off. Harry waited a few minutes to make sure Ron was long ahead of him. Since he had developed the ability to fly, he had never had the chance to really relax and enjoy it, he was going to now. When he was sure Ron was far ahead, Harry jumped up and was gone.

Flying with a broom was one of the best things in life in Harry's mind, but flying without one was so much better. The lights below him that were both muggle and magical, looked so different from way above. He stopped and just hovered above London. This was what he was fighting to save, this peacefulness that people took for granted. He would kill Voldemort so he could have many more moments like this, just relaxing and enjoying watching the world go about their business.

Harry flew slowly towards Grimmauld Place, enjoying the fresh air and the freedom of flying. When he finally arrived over the street, he began his decent. And was soon inside the hallway of the now much cozier house. He had no sooner taken his cloak off when a very angry Winky popped into existence in front of him.

"Master is late for dinner. Go eat now!" The little elf commanded with a stomp of the foot. Harry was so shocked that he did as told without questioning it. It was never good to have a pissed off Winky. As the thought ran through his head, he laughed at the perversion of it.

Ron and Hermione were both sitting at the table with plates of food piled high in front of them and were silently eating.

"What took you so long Harry? We were starting to get worried." Hermione said as she looked up from the book in front of her.

"I was just enjoying myself that's all." He replied as he sat down and began to pile food onto his plate. As he was, a certain thought occurred to him. "Dobby?"

"Yes, Master Harry?" The little elf said as he cracked into existence.

"I know I had you get some food last week but I haven't been able to get to the grocery to get more. Do you think you could go tomorrow and get some?" The thought that he had said he would get more groceries had completely slipped his mind.

"Yes, Master Harry, sir, Dobby would be delighted" After the brief conversation with Dobby, the rest of the meal was ate in silence. Once the trio had finished, Harry stood up and went over to what appeared to be solid wall. Tapping the wall three times, and a hidden door swung open to reveal numerous bottles of Ogden's Firewhisky. Grabbing an already opened bottle and three glasses, Harry sat back down at the table.

"Firewhisky! Awesome! I've always wanted to try it." Ron said as Harry handed him a glass. Hermione looked at the glass for a minute, before finally giving in and taking a sip. The look on her face was priceless. Harry laughed as Ron coughed.

"Alright Hermione, why don't you tell us what the book says about Rowena's prophecy."

"Alright," Hermione said as she began to read.

"The original said 'the one that stands besides him shall gain power and strength'. This says some around him." Harry said as Hermione finished reading. Harry didn't hear Hermione's reply as something finally clicked in his brain. five of age! Five of the six he led into the Department of Mysteries were now of age, Luna having started a year late! Just as he came to this conclusion an intense burning in his right forearm made him gasp in pain. He could hear the other two suck in a deep breath as well. As suddenly as the pain had started, it was gone. Ripping up the right sleeve of his shirt, Harry was stunned to see a black Pentagram with an overly large L taking up the center of the circle. Turning to Ron and Hermione, he could see the marks branded upon their skin as well. The covenant of the lion had been marked.