Last time found Harry and the others tracking Umbridge to an abandoned shopping center, where they wound up fighting and destroying a vicious demon. Umbridge was captured, but Ginny offered old toad face the chance for redemption. Umbridge responded by trying to kill Harry and Ginny, but wound up seriously hurting John. Rebecca responded by trapping Umbridge in a mental loop of all the suffering her victums experiences. A compromise was then established between the AMA Aurors and the BPRD Ramblers; Rebecca has a Meta-Human ability, so she will spend time at The Bureau to learn how to control that ability, while still upholding her duties as an Aura. Just hwen things were starting to work out, Harry was forced into another place, where he found himself in the presence of the one who is responsible for this whole mess. 'Nuff said, on with the show!

Chapter 12: The Face of Evil

"I assume I need no introduction," said Shannon Revek.

"And I also assume you know who I am," said Harry. He knew that for now the only thing he could do was stall for time.

"Indeed I do know," said Revek, "and I also know that you're thinking that if you keep me talking long enough, your friends will find you," she gave Harry a disarming smile, "let me assure you, we won't be disturbed any time soon. We have so much to discuss."

"Like how you used an innocent man to bring me here?" Harry said in an accusing tone.

"This empty shell is of little consequence," said Revek as she pointed to the dead Scanner, "I asked it to bring you to me, and it willingly agreed."

"You brainwashed him," said Harry, "you forced your will on him to do your bidding, even at the cost of his life."

"A necessary sacrifice for the greater good," said Revek, "but that's not why I brought you here, Harry Potter."

"And why is that?" Harry asked.

"You intrigue me, Harry Potter," said Revek, "a man who has done so much in such a short time; slaying a basilisk, fending off an overwhelming number of Dementors single-handedly, and so much more that led to your victory over Voldemort, and all before you were 18, I am impressed," she smiled, but to Harry it was like looking at a snake, a different kind of snake than Voldemort was, but a snake nonetheless.

"I'm not that special," said Harry modestly, "most of the time I didn't know what I was doing; it was mostly luck and the fact that I had my friends with me."

"Oh but you are special," said Revek, "you are the rightful owner of The Elder Wand, and that makes you a wizard among wizards in my book."

"Just how do you know so much about me anyway?" Harry asked, "And how do you know so much about wizards and magic?"

"I have my sources," said Revek in an idle tone, as if she didn't want to talk about this particular subject, "your friend Delores was very informative. You wouldn't believe how cooperative she was once I promised her the means to her revenge, not only on you, Harry, but on The Ministry of Magic, whom she felt had betrayed her.

"Alas, she is no longer of use to me. She probably wouldn't have been useful for much longer. I knew she wouldn't have the competence to eliminate you or anyone you cared about. What I did know was that you and your family would go to any means possible to stop Delores before she hurt anyone else.

"A pity about John Baxter, he would have been an interesting addition to my collective, as would Rebecca Covington. She may deny it all she wants, but she is the first Meta-Human who can use magic."

"How do you know that?" Harry demanded, "and what's this about a collective?"

"I'll get to that soon enough," said Revek as she smiled again, "that subject is something you will surely find interesting. But first, my sources; you didn't honestly think that Voldemort and his Death Eaters were the only dark magic users in the world, did you?"

"I never really thought about it," said Harry honestly.

"Not every dark magic user joined with Old Moldy Shorts, there's far more of them in the world today than you think," said Revek, "I know for a fact that several baddies went underground when the Second War started, waiting to see who would come out on top. They also went into seclusion to avoid the wizard plague The Death Eaters unleashed, Serpents Bane, I believe that's what it was called.

"They didn't tell you about it, but it wasn't a pretty sight to see. Stage one of the sickness involved loss of stamina, impaired senses and slight fever. Then came a higher fever, combined with oozing boils that began to rot within hours.

"Stage three combined festering extremities with Pulmonary Edema, that's where the lungs begin filling with fluids. Finally, the victim suffered a slow and agonizing death as their nerves became inflamed. They literary tortured themselves to death. Again, it was not a pretty sight."

"Why are you telling me this?" Harry asked.

"Because I want you on my side, Harry Potter," said Revek as she glared at him, "I've spent quite a lot of time with those whom you call dark wizards, and let me tell you, they disgust me with their ideals of 'Purebloods' and 'lesser magical creatures,' and let's not forget their ideals on subjugating mortals. Forgive me, you call us muggles."

"Funny," said Harry, "from what I've heard about you, your ideals and that of dark wizards are remarkably similar. You seek to create a world where Meta-Humans rule, particularly Scanners, where muggles are your slaves. One of your toadies said that your word was the word of God."

"Some of my followers tend to carry my message out of context," said Revek, "I for one am an atheist. I don't believe in heaven or hell, nor do I believe in a singular divine entity that created all of this," she waved her arms around ,indicating all of existence, "I don't believe that there is a higher power dictating the actions of mortal man for some grand purpose. I believe in only the here and now."

"You believe what you want," said Harry, "I won't try to argue with you. I can tell that nothing I say will ever change your ideals."

"And you're also entitled to your opinion," said Revek, "but I hope my words will change it. You see, Harry Potter, I have a plan. Voldemort had a plan to change the word, but mine is different from his; mine will work!

"The people you and your comrades in The AMA and BPRD either killed or detained tonight, they're only a fraction of what I hold in my collective, and more come to me every day. Soon we'll be strong enough to strike at the world that will not accept us, that cannot accept us!

"At an appointed time on my schedule, I will have positioned loyal Scanners within close proximity to the leaders of the major world powers; USA, Russia, China, Great Brittan…they'll all be within my reach. When I deem the time right, my Scanners will take control of the world leaders, meaning they will be under my control."

"Your plan has a major flaw," said Harry.

"I've already taken into account the wizarding governments," said Revek, "they'll be dealt with, which brings us to why you're here, Harry Potter.

"How would you like to be the next Minister of Magic for your country? Even more so, of all of Europe. In my world, it can be arranged. Just think of it; all that power, just waiting for you to take it. All I ask is for your pledge of loyalty."

"No thanks," said Harry, "I'm perfectly happy being just an Auror. And before you tempt me again with empty words, answer me this; why did you kill those wizards and muggles associated with The Harmony Project?"

"A necessary deed," said Revek, "Delores asked me to do it as proof of my power. It was easy for a Scanner of my caliber. Yes, I killed them myself. Personally I have nothing against Rothheimer and his pathetic dream of peace. Let the old fool dream, it won't matter much longer. Once I have the mortals of The United States under my control, the AMA will shortly fall, as will the rest of the world, mortal and wizard."

"You disgust me!" snapped Harry, unable to conceal his anger any further.

"You think me insane, don't you, Mr. Potter?" Revek glared at Harry with her cold eyes, "You couldn't be more wrong. In a few months my people shall have control of the major governments of the world, it's inevitable. We shall bring mankind to its knees, where mortals are servants, and Scanners rule with other Meta-Humans as mere enforcers. From there we will create and rule an empire so bright, so beautiful, it'll be the envy of the whole world, of the whole universe!"

"You sound just like Voldemort," said Harry as he tried to think of a way to distract Revek long enough for him to reach his wand. He knew it was only a matter of time before Revek would act, so Harry knew he had to act first.

Revek looked at Harry like he just said something stupid. "No, Mr. Potter. Not like Voldemort, LIKE REVEK!!" She shouted those last two words, "Shannon Revek!!"

"No, you're acting almost exactly like Voldemort," said Harry, "It's like he made a Horcruxes out of you, or worse, that you're his reincarnation."

"It's clear that I'm not getting through to you," said Revek as she locked her eyes onto Harry's, "so I'll just have to convince you otherwise."

Without warning Harry felt a horrible pressure on his mind, like something terrible was trying to get in. It wasn't like the Imperus curse with being placed in in gentle oblivion with a kind voice telling you what to do. It was more like someone was hacking into his mind with an axe.

"I shall ask you one last time, Harry Potter," said Revek in her usual cold tone, "Join me, and together the world shall be ours."

"No," Harry said defiantly as he fought to force Revek out of his mind before she got any deeper. Calling on every happy memory he could, Harry forged a brick wall against Revek's intense onslaught.

"You will join me, Harry Potter," said Revek as she continued her psychic attack, "I've broken hundred of people to my will already, and I will break you!" She doubled her effort, nearly shattering Harry's mental defenses, "and when I've broken you, I'll break your wife, your family and everyone you love and care about! Then I'll break every witch and wizard in the world! They will all be mine!!"

At this, Harry's mental wall reformed itself and tripped its strength. If there's one thing that's sure to make Harry angry, it's threatening his loved ones. With nearly inhuman strength of mind, Harry threw off Revek's attack; the psychic backlash nearly causing Revek to stumble and collapse.

"You made a terrible mistake threatening my family," said Harry, "I'll be a cold day in hell before I ever join you!"

"Shannon!!" there stood Katina, a strange device attached to her belt. Said device then shorted out, forcing Katina to hastily discard it before she caught on fire.

"A Krelboyne toy?" Revek asked as she pointed at the smoldering device.

"Just something Virgil was messing with," said Katina, "he needed someone to beta test his phasing device, and I happened to be here. It was strange, walking though solid walls, not something I'd want to do again any time soon. But enough about me, let's talk about you, Shannon."

"That can wait, Katina Jones" said Revek as she glared at the female Rambler, "how did you find me so quickly?"

"You underestimated The Bureau's Trackers," said Katina, "we guessed that it was you who took Harry, and it was easy enough for our Trackers to find him. My friends and comrades will be here soon, Shannon, and they're all itching to destroy you. But since I got here first," she smiled wickedly, "the pleasure will be all mine."

"You really think you can stop me, Katina Jones?" Revek asked, her voice full of insane overconfidence.

"I know I can, bitch!" snapped Katina. She then sent a strong mind blast at Revek, knocking her off balance and causing her to fall to the floor. Harry used the distraction to reach his wand and aim it at Revek, but she recovered. Her left temple was cut and bleeding freely, but this only added to her insane appearance. She sent a mind blast at Katina, knocking her off balance. Revek's eyes then locked on Harry's and he found himself unable to move.

Revek then psy-blasted Harry towards the wall. Upon impact on the cold brick wall, Harry found that he couldn't move. He tried, but Revek's mind blast was keeping him immobilized. His mental defenses were still up, but his body was helpless. Revek then forced him to drop his wand.

"I'll deal with you in a moment, Mr. Potter," snapped Revek, "As for you, Katina Jones, if you want to settle this the Scanner way, that's fine by me. I'm gonna wipe your mind clean!" She sent another bolt of psychic energy at Katina, nearly knocking her down.

"In your dreams!" said Katina as she recovered her balance, rallied her mental defenses and pushed back at Revek. The insane Meta-Human also nearly lost balance, but quickly recovered and sent another bolt of her own.

"You are weak," sneered Revek as she continued to hammer away at Katina's mind, "a stupid little girl who's afraid of men, who cannot stand to even be touched by a man. Oh yes, I can see what made you into a man-hater. But don't worry, soon you'll never have to remember that day ever again. Soon, you'll be nothing more than a breathing vegetable."

"No!" gasped Katina as she fought to hold her mind together, "I will…never…surrender! My mind…and my body…they are…my own!!"

"Not for much longer," said Revek as she smiled viciously, "one more minute and your defenses will be shattered. Then your mind and body will be mine to do with as I please!" She laughed like the lunatic she was and focused nearly all her energy onto breaking Katina.

But this was a mistake. Revek was now so focused on Katina, she had little energy to keep Harry immobilized. He fell to the ground, but got up quickly and grabbed his wand again. He aimed his wand and shouted the first spell to come to mind; "Sectumsempra!!" and slashed diagonally, cutting Revek from above her left eye down across her face.

Revek clutched at her wounded face, losing focus on her psychic attack. With the enemy distracted, it was Katina's turn to unleash a psychic onslaught. "Shannon!!" shouted Katina, "go to hell!!" Katina then focused her attack, pouring every ounce of mental energy she had onto Revek.

Caught completely off guard, Revek was knocked down by the assault on her mind. Revek screamed in agony, then went silent as her head began to split open, then collapsed in on itself, her brain reduced to a gray ooze that leaked out onto the floor.

Katina then gasped in exhaustion, then collapsed into unconsciousness, just as Rebecca, Max and the others finally broke through the locked door and into the room.

"What happened?" Rebecca asked, "where's Revek?"

"What happened to Katina?" Max asked as he and Aaron rushed over to her.

"Harry!!" shouted Ginny as she ran into the room.

"I'm alright," said Harry as he and Ginny embraced, "I'm alright."

"It's obvious to say that Shannon Revek is no more," said Jill as she stood over the remains of the insane Scanner.

"But what about Katina?" Gillian asked, "what's wrong with her?"

********

"It's her mind," said Aaron as Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione watched Katina being helped into a wheelchair and rolled down the corridor of a Bureau-sponsored hospital, a look of catatonic despair on her face, "the effort of her battle against Revek, it damaged her conscious mind. She's still herself, her heart and soul, that's still there. But the intelligence, that's what took the most damage."

"Will she ever be alright?" Hermione asked as she held Ron's hand.

"In time, perhaps," said Aaron, "this level of psychic damage has occurred before, and there are cases where the victim has made full recoveries. But it all depends on the patient. Katina may not want to recover."

"Why wouldn't she?" Ginny asked, "she has everything in the world to live for."

"Not everything," said Patricia Walker, "Aaron, you should tell them."

"I can't," said Aaron, "it goes against doctor/patient confidentiality. Besides, Katina…"

"Katina is no longer able to make her own decisions," said Callahan, "and besides, Harry and his family have the right to know."

"Alright," said Aaron, "but not out here in the open." Harry and the others followed him to a private waiting room, where he bade them to sit down, "what I'm about to tell you, only a handful in the whole world know. Nearly everyone in the know works in The Bureau, and they've all sworn to keep it a secret. But like Callahan said, you need to know. When Katina was 13, her best friend was ganged raped."

Ginny and Hermione both gasped in shock as realization hit Harry, "Revek taunted Katina about a certain memory, and Katina reacted to it badly, saying that she was her own in mind and body."

"That was it," said Aaron, "the trauma of seeing her friend violated created an anxiety in her mind, that her person, her mind and body, can be taken away."

"Katina wasn't even there when it happened, but she took the news pretty bad, especially after seeing her best friend at the hospital, nearly beaten to death. Katina then swore that she would never allow that to happen to her.

"She took the usual self-defense courses and attended several lectures about women's rights and independence. The whole thing gave her a sense of empowerment, and the emergence of her abilities also helped strengthen her mind. But for some reason she took her empowerment too far.

"In her desire to protect herself from harm, she began to isolate herself from men. To make a long story short, by the time she came to the Bureau in 1999, she had developed an irrational fear of men in general. It took the best deprogramming therapy we could provide to make it so she could interact with men, if only on a professional level. But now that Revek dragged those painful memories back into the open, I believe what's happened to Katina is what we call 'The Billfold Syndrome.' She's dealing with the memories by not dealing with them."

"She's shut herself out from the world," said Hermione, "so she cannot be hurt, is that it?"

"In a nutshell, yes," said Aaron. "but there is hope she will recover. It's just a matter of time, and a matter of how much she wants to get better."

It was then that a nurse said something to Aaron, "Oh, well that's great news."

"What's great news?" Ron asked.

"Apparently another patient of mine has begun her recovery and is proceeding far faster than expected," said Aaron, "and I do believe that this patient has something to say to you, Harry."

"Me?" Harry asked.

Aaron showed Harry and the others to a private recovery room, where none other than Melinda Berkensile, the Scanner that would have been killed at the warehouse, sat in a hospital bed, looking rather tired, but recovering.

"Thank you, Harry Potter," said Melinda Berkensile, "I'm alive because of you and your family."

"Hey! We helped to, you know," said Chris, while Samantha nodded in agreement.

"I almost forgot they where still here," said Ron.

"What are you going to do now?" Harry asked.

"Aaron says that I'll be back on my feet in a few weeks," said Melinda, "and I've already talked with Patricia and Assistant Director Callahan; they're going to let me join The Bureau as a full operative."

"I think you're making a mistake," said Hermione in her usual determined tone, "they're just going to use you as a weapon."

"I doubt I'll ever be a weapon," said Melinda, "my ability lets me find things and people who are lost. Patricia says that I can be a Tracker once I'm well again. Katina was right; I do belong with The Bureau."

Aaron then led Harry and the others out of the room, saying that Melinda needed to rest, "she's in good hands here. And she's already recovered this far in just a few hours. If she can do that, then there's hope for Katina yet."

They went outside where several Bureau vehicles waited. Harry was surprised to see that the sun was beginning to rise. It was hard to believe that so much had happened in just one night.

"So what's going to happen now?" Harry asked Travis, who was in the car with them.

"A lot," said Travis, "that intel you gave us, what Shannon said about her plan, we're already on it. It's only a matter of time before we find the rest of her minions and stop them before they can hurt anyone. You might just have saved the world again, Harry."

"Maybe," said Harry as he looked out the window as the muggles began the first day of November, "I just wish saving the world didn't cost so much. Daniel lost a leg, Katina's trapped in her head, and who knows how many other innocents Revek murdered, other than the ones we know about."

"She'll never hurt anyone again," said Ginny in a reassuring manner, "you saw to that."

"And we just heard from Rothheimer," said Samantha as she held up a crystal that had a 'text' message, "the project is still going ahead."

"There's another thing you've done, Harry," said Ron, "you've helped bring wizards and muggles that much closer. Dad's going to love this."

"I'm sure he would," said Hermione.

The cars reached The Bureau, where Aaron and Patricia got out. Harry saw Andrew and Jill waiting for them. The two weren't fighting, nor were they being really friendly, just cordial.

"You really think those two could get together and be happy?" Ron asked.

"We are," said Hermione.

"That we are," said Ron. The then kissed.

Just then Harry saw Max coming towards the cars. Harry got out, "I was hoping to speak with you, Max, before my family and I had to leave."

"I was hoping I would catch you before you left," said Max, "you and your family did good work tonight, damn good work. I don't know if we could have stopped Shannon in time if you hadn't helped."

"I'm sure you and The Ramblers would have," said Harry.

"Maybe," said Max, "but you've also done more than that, far more," he indicated Jill and Andrew, "those two may just work out together someday, thanks to you."

"Well you're the one who kept them from killing themselves for three years," said Harry, "and you're one great Meta-Human. I mean it, you're a one in a million Muggle. The world needs more people like you, Max Kildare, the world needs heroes like you."

"The world does needs its heroes," said Max, "it's just not ready to know about us, not yet. But soon, the world and all its people will know of us."

"What do you mean?" Harry ask curiously, "you're not thinking of going public."

"Nothing like that," said Max, "it won't be my choice of when or where, but it's only a matter of time before we at The Bureau will be forced to go public."

"I don't follow," said Harry.

"Wizards aren't the only ones who have prophecies," said Max, "there have been several Meta-Humans who have made predictions of the future. Most of them don't come true on their own, but plenty have come true. And recently several reliable Meta-Humans whom are gifted with precognition have had visions with a common theme; the 21st centenary is when everything changes."

"What does that mean?" Harry asked.

"It means that things are going to get interesting for all of us," said Max, "far more interesting than they have been."

Harry didn't like the sound of that, but then again, he always had an unavoidable habit of attracting trouble, whether or not he wanted to.

"If that's the case," said Harry, "then we'd better get ready; wizards, muggles and Meta-Humans alike."

"We've already begun to get ready at The Bureau," said Max, "and together, wizards, mortals and Meta-Humans, we will be ready for whatever comes," he held out his hand, "go in peace, Harry Potter."

"Peace be with you, Max Killdare," said Harry as he shook Max's hand.

A short time later found Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny back at the AMA, preparing to take a portkey back to London. They were saying their goodbyes to Samantha and Chris, when Rebecca came up to them. With her was John, looking very well, despite the horrific damage to his face.

"I'm perfectly fine," John insisted, "Aaron and that Macmillian character, they fixed my face pretty well," indeed the burn scars were almost nonexistent. But the real damage lay where his eye was. Now there was just a lidless socket covered by a black eye patch.

"It's an eye," said John, "if I'm going to lose something, at least it was something that I had a spare," he pointed to his one remaining eye, "and you don't need two eyes to be an Auror. Alastor Moody lost an eye, and he was one of the best."

"Moody!!" exclaimed Harry as a brilliant idea struck him, "of course! I'll be right back!"

Before anyone could say anything, Harry Dissappariated. He next found himself in the same woods that held the Quidditch World Cup, the same woods he, Ron and Hermione took shelter in after they had broken into The Ministry and stole back Slytherin's locket from Umbridge. But that's not all they stole back.

Harry needed only a minute to find a particularly old, gnarled and resilient-looking tree that had a weathered cross-shape mark on it. He then dug up a small round object, brushed several years worth of dirt and muck from it, used a cleaning charm on it and then Appariated back to the AMA.

"I think you'll find this quite helpful, John," said Harry as he handed the object to John Baxter.

John turned the object around in his hand and gasped when he saw it spin around in his hand.

"Is that…?" Chris, Samantha and Rebecca asked at the same time.

"Bloody hell, Harry!" said Ron.

"I was wondering what happened to it," said Hermione.

"The mad eye of Mad-eye Moody," said John as he held said object in his hand with reverence, like it was the Holy Grail or something. He held onto it for another minute, but then handed it out to Harry, "I can't accept this."

"Well I'm not taking it back," said Harry as he pushed John's hand back to him, "I'm sure that Moody would have wanted it to be passed to someone worthy."

"Unlike Umbridge the bitch," said Ginny, "take it, John."

"It's either that," said Ron, "or wait for someone else to lose an eye."

"I wouldn't wish that on anyone," said John, "well…it'd be a shame to waist it," he pushed his eye patch aside, "probably doesn't even fit," he then carefully placed the eye to his lidless socket and gently pushed it in. It rolled around in his head for a while before settling in. "How do I look?"

"It's you," said a grinning Rebecca as she conjured up a mirror. John looked at his reflection, clearly pleased by what he saw.

"Hey, this isn't all that bad."

"Can you use it to look all round and through stuff?" Ron asked.

"I don't think so," said John, "not yet anyway, I'm still getting used to having depth perception again."

"I'm sure you'll be able to use all of it's features in time," said Harry.

"And I'll be here to help him in whatever way I can," said Rebecca.

"So you two are together?" Hermione asked.

"For as long as we want each other," said Rebecca as she held John's hand, "oh, I've been promoted! I'm now a Level 5 Auror and are on the same field rotation as John."

"That's great!" said Harry, "and, what about the other thing?"

"I've already talked with Patricia and Warren," said Rebecca, "they're arranging it with several other Scanners at The Bureau. They're going to help me control my ability, and that'll be the end of it. I'll help out with them from time to time, and they'll help us from time to time, but I'm still, first and foremost, a witch."

"Well that's one problem solved," said Ron.

"Indeed," said John, he then looked at Harry, "thank you, Harry Potter. Once again the world is safe, thanks to you and your family."

"And this time I helped, a lot," said Ginny.

"That you did," said Harry, "that you did."

Just then Aaron came walking up to them, "I couldn't let you leave, just yet. We've begun working on the nanobots. If we're lucky, we can be ready to remove the scarring by September of '04 at the latest."

"That soon?" Harry asked.

"It'll be sooner," said Aaron, "a lot of Krelboyns back at The Bureau have heard what happened, and they want to help."

"Nice to know so many people care," said Ginny.

"We do care," said Aaron, "anyway, we'll be seeing each other very soon. Remember, Andrew's throwing his usual Thanksgiving feast at his place."

"Usual?" Ron asked.

"We've been doing it since 2000," said Aaron, "so yes, it is a tradition of sorts. So we'll all see you then."

"We'll be there," said Hermione.

"Just so long as Andrew washes his hands first," said Ron.

It was then that Chris and Samantha came over, "It has been an incredible honor working with you, Harry," said Samantha.

"You and Ron, Hermione and Ginny," said Chris.

"Well it's been great working with you two," said Hermione, "I hope things work out with you."

"You'll be top level Aurors in no time," said Ron.

At this Chris and Samantha could only smile.

"Well this has been one mad Halloween," said Ron as they headed to where the portkey waited for them.

"I'd rather wrestle a mountain troll than face another one like this," said Ginny.

"Believe me," said Harry, "it's not something you want to try. And if you do, never stick your wand up a troll's nose."

"The thought never crossed my mind," said Ginny.

As Harry and his family reached where the portkey waited for them, a slightly bent Frisbee this time, Harry thought over the events of the past night. Though he, Ron, Hermione and Ginny had witnessed incredible evil at the hands of one psychotic Meta-Human, they had also seen incredible good at the hands of several righteous ones.

And even though a terrible price had been paid to ensure the peace of an uncertain future, Harry knew in his heart that some good was sure to come of it.

The end.

Awesome! It's finished! I hope you've enjoued reading this fic as much as i've enjoyed writing it. I'll be sure to have another Harry Potter story ready for you before too long, so stay tuned! See you then!