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HARRY POTTER WLoF REWRITE PART 3 CHAP 10

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"Well if this place doesn't scream 'hey I have kidnapped children here' then I don't know what we're going to do." Moria whispered as she and Giacintro glanced at the house from their hiding spot. If Moria ever had a definition of a haunted house, this place would be the picture next to it. It reminded her of the Shrieking Shack of sorts, mostly due to its depleted look. Weeds overgrew everything and were crawling up the cracked siding of the house. Broken shutters hung listlessly, moving slightly in wind.

"Where's Rosetta and Lucio?"

"She's probably still trying to get him and the other Auror's."

"Great. Which means that will take forever." He whispered and she shot him a glare.

"Look just because she's a girl, doesn't mean-"

"This is Rosetta." Giacintro hissed out. "Even if she was a boy we'd have better luck if a rock was to tell them. Do you know how many times she got lost at school? How many times she's gotten lost in the Ministry?"

"…okay so she gets lost easily. She'll find them eventually." Moria conceded. "In the meantime, we'll just have to go in ourselves. Any objections?" She asked.

"None. Let's go. Ladies first."

"Oh how sweet."

"You'll have to forgive the accommodations, Miss Racciopa." Paolino cooed as he looked at the three children that were huddled in a corner, their eyes wide in terror. The other men chuckled. "But we have very little to offer. And it's not like you'll be missing anything soon."

"Y…you won't get away with this!" Clara exclaimed, her voice quaking. The men laughed.

"Oh I think we will. You see they think that you were taken by a random maniac through the roof. They never would have considered that p-poor Paol-lino D-Dinapoli as a d-danger." He said mock stuttering. Clara glared at him, wrapping her arms around her sister and brother, staring at the men defiantly. "Not even the women of that blasted auror team suspected me. That Black bitch was the most curious about me, but-"

"Black bitch? Geez, apparently insulting people is an inherited art."

The men jerked upwards looking at the figure sitting on the second floor banister, almost lazily. Moria looked at them amused.

"Can't you come up with some better insults that I haven't heard?" She asked. "I mean I've heard better insults when I lived in England. At least they were creative there."

"How did you find us?!"

"Well Dinapoli let it slip that this 'lovely' place was his mothers. Though I doubt his mother really loved this place if it's this torn down looking." She said with a sigh before clapping her hands. "He must have thought that a mere woman, even though she is a trained auror, wouldn't have picked up on that. Certainly she wouldn't have connected the missing children to this place. That seems to be big problem of being a chauvinist." She sighed. "But what can you do with that, hm?"

"Now then. You all must be those radicals that I've heard so much about." She continued. "Against Minister Racciopa, right? Well I'm not a big fan of Ministers myself truthfully, especially what the last Minister did to my husband in England, but Racciopa seems to be very liberal person. Certainly willing to listen to the probable list of grievances." She continued. One of the men threw an exploding hex at her, which she nimbly dodged, and rotted wood exploded. "Not really a talkative bunch of people are you?" She teased

"Rather stupid of you to come here alone, cagna. Trying to prove yourself? That you can fight just like the men?" One of them spat. Moria smirked.

"Maybe…but who says I came alone?"

The men turned to the sound of crashing just as one was blasted with a spell that threw him backwards. It was rather amusing watching Giacintro enter, another man being dragged by the head as it was trapped in a hold.

"Bastard!" The other men roared and flung curses at him. He managed to block them. Moria pivoted over the railing and jumped down, landing on the man who Giacintro had hit with his entry curse, and heard a satisfying grunt. Three whimpers followed soon after and she turned to see Clara, Ciara, and Samuele staring at her with tear filled eyes. She gave a soft smile.

"See? We're going to get you all home."

"Look-"

Moria spun around as a man dove for her, clipping him in the chest with her shin. He let out a wheezing gasp as he pushed backwards. "Stay behind me!" She ordered pointing her wand. She could hear more popping sounds, but was unable to tell if they were friend or foe. She kept blocking spells as they were thrown at her by two men. They seemed to be coming from the cracks. Apparently this building had corridors as well. The house was an facade, she began to realize.

"Great." She grumbled. "Just bloody great."

There were short screams and Moria turned to see a man trying to drag the three children. She raced forward and managed to snag Ciara and Samuele. However Clara was dragged into the darkness.

"Dammit all." She growled and jumped down the corridor racing after the man, hearing Giacintro yell after her. "Stop!" She yelled out but the man kept running. "I SAID STOP!" She yelled, throwing a stunning hex at him, but he nimbly dodged it, causing her to dodge as well as it bounced off the walls. She slid around the corner and saw light. An exit. Clara was still screaming, before it broke off. She dashed towards the exit faster and burst through the exit only to see the man, still holding Clara rising up on a broom.

"Cla-"

She barely managed to dodge a curse sent her way, but still slammed into a tree. The man who was had thrown the spell at her cackled loudly as he emerged from the shadows.

"Pretty little auror, oh pretty little auror. Wonder what your blood looks like. Pretty little auror, oh pretty little-" He didn't finish his jeer as she rolled to the ground and pointed her wand at him.

"Petrificus Totalus!" She yelled out and watched as his limbs snapped locked and he fell backwards

"'Pretty little auror' just kicked that arse of yours." She snarled walking over to him and shoved a foot onto his chest, pressing him down as she lifted the curse. "Now then. Where is he taking her?"

Silence.

"I will crush that windpipe of yours right now and not feel any guilt." She threatened, though that was an awful lie. "So I'm asking you right now. Where. Is. He. Taking. Her?" She snarled.

"Over the cliffs to throw that useless waste of flesh down into the water." He murmured. Moria stilled for a second as Giacintro rushed out.

"Where's a broom?" She asked the man under her foot. Again he didn't answer and she pressed her foot into his neck as a warning. "WHERE'S a broom?" She snarled again, her eyes light with anger.

"There's one where I was. Doesn't make a difference. That thing has a much of a chance starting up as you have of reaching him." He replied with a cold chuckle, earning a swift kick to his chin, knocking him out, before she turned around and went to where he was hidden. Sure enough there was a broom there, but she could see it had had better days. It was old and she could sense there was very little, if any magic or spells left. She bit her lip, trying to think of something…anything. She vaguely remembered an old wizard that had lived in Inverie, Knoydart had talked about brooms back in his day—however old that had been—about how brooms used to be unreliable as well as draining.

"Unlike brooms now, there weren't a lot of spells that were used to mediate magic being pushed through it. Wizards and witches had to physically and continuously push and pull magic out of a broom. Now imagine doing that over the ocean on a trip, hm? It is mentally exhausting."

"Moria, he's right. I don't think-" Giacintro began to say before she grabbed the broom and mounted it. "Moria, that isn't going to work."

"Watch me."

"As much as I want to, that thing isn't going to fly, its fate is-"

"If I gave a rat's arse and laid down for something like fate, I would have died a long time ago." She snapped back at him, before looking at the sky and concentrating. She had learned for years how to control her magic, allowing it to flow through her hands and into her wand…who said this couldn't apply. She clenched her eyes closed tightly as she concentrated. Giacintro was silent before going over to the other children, who looked in near tears.

"Whewe Clawa?" Samuele asked and Giacintro grimaced.

"She-"

The children suddenly gasped and he turned back around to look at Moria, expecting another enemy, and blinked in surprise. It was though electricity was flowing through the broom, the end crackling loudly. Wind billowed around her while dirt and dust seemingly repelled from her. Moria was still gripping the broom handle tightly, her knuckles nearly white and her brow furrowed deeply in concentration. Slowly she began to rise, her hair fluttering in the wind. She slowly looked up at the slowly lighting up sky and swallowed before uttering a single word.

"Fly."

She shot upwards, nearly flying into a tree, and kicked the wood still angling to the sky. She shoved herself forward, gripping the broom tightly as it spun slowly. She could see in the dull lighting a small shape. With a savage grunt she pushed the broom forward towards the direction to the shape. She stopped the flow of magic.

And instantly plummeted.

"Shit!" She yelled before yelping as she landed on a roof, bounced several times before tumbling off the roof. She barely managed to force enough magic into the broom to shoot off back into the skylight. She grunted, her eyes narrowed. Well the old coot had been right. This was annoying and exhausting. Her knuckles were near bloodless and her fingers were numb as she flew down close to the water. Salt water splashed upwards, stinging her cuts. She gritted her teeth and looked up. She was getting closer to the shadowed figure and saw him extend his arm. A figure was dangling from it and she watched in horror as he released his hold.

"No!" She yelled out and her magic surged through the wooden broom and she shot upwards. The wind was heaving through her hair and her face felt frozen. She let one arm go and felt as though a pressure was building in the other. She barely managed to latch onto the limp form that was falling, before she too had to halt the flow of magic she was forcing through her arm otherwise risk having it injured and began to plummet. She switched arms and sandwiched the slowly stirring Clara between them and her arms, before regaining control of the broom and returning back to flying

"Mi…Miss Moria?" She murmured.

"Clara, hang on!" Moria ordered as she heard an Italian curse and looked over her shoulder to see the man shooting after her. She gritted her teeth and dove to the waters until her feet were nearly touching the black glass, nearly smooth except for the occasional white foam that crested the top. Clara whimpered loudly, gripping Moria tightly as she weaved around to dodge the spells. She forced the broom upward and angled up into the air. Clara screamed as a spell whizzed past them, slicing Moria's arm open. The older woman grunted loudly.

"You think you'll escape!?"

Moria turned around and spun slightly, facing the radical who was floating there, an ugly sneer etched on his face, the tip of his wand glowing red. Moria frowned angrily, her arm throbbing. She doubted her spells would be effective with the amount of magic she was pushing through the broom. He laughed.

“You think I’ll let you go?” He snapped. “No. I’ll slit that pretty throat of yours.”

“I’ve already had that done to me.” Moria grumbled. “I doubt my fear will be added with that threat.” She declared.

“Oh no. That will be the last thing I’ll do. After I kill that little vermin piglet, you will be my prize.”

“Lovely.” Moria said dryly. “So you plan on raping me before you kill me.” She continued. Clara pressed herself closer to Moria. “Very original.”

“You protect vermin that has nothing to do with you.”

“You attempt to kill a little girl for your own vendetta.” Moria snapped, and felt Clara shift. “Protection seems to be the better half of the spectrum.”

“Well then, you’re living in a disillusioned world, dear, dear Auror.” The man called out. “So what’s it going to be?”

“It’s going to be...FETCH!” Moria snapped, as she suddenly stopped the magic to her broom and dropped like a stone. Clara screamed as they plummeted, and through the roar of the wind, heard the man shout and then saw him dive after them. Moria gritted her teeth and tightened her grip onto the broom and the aged broom shot forward. Clara clung to Moria, yelping when spells shot past them, narrowly missing them. Moria rose up, spinning to avoid spells.

“You aren’t getting away!!”

“Yeah, yeah...like that isn’t the first time I heard that.” Moria growled, diving down again. The man followed, cursing loudly. Clara glanced at Moria in confusion, wondering what she was planning as she swung from side to side, her feet almost touching the surface of the water. She glanced over Moria’s shoulder and squeaked. The man was literally inches from Moria, almost reaching to try and grab the end of the broom. Looking back up at Moria, she saw, to her surprise, the older woman smiling. She looked towards the front again and saw a buoy dead ahead. She clutched Moria’s shirt tightly in panic.

Moria’s grip tightened on the handle of the broom and she ricocheted up. Clara heard a scream, then a sickening crunching sound and the buoy’s bell echoing before there was a sad splashing sound. She looked down to see that the man was gone. She looked up at Moria who was smiling.

“See? This is why tailgating is bad.” Moria teased, before guiding her broom towards the shore. She panted slightly. She was exhausted    

“Come on. Let’s go home.”

“Are….are you okay Miss Moria?”

“I’m about to pass out from the magic flow I’m pushing into this broom, and I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to move for the next week. Other than that, I’m fine.” Moria said, turning and heading back to the shore and despite the situation Clara laughed weakly.


It had been several weeks since that incident. Their group had been given a slight vacation as the investigation over their actions, as well as a security sweep to see if any other Ministry personal were involved in the terrorist organization was investigated. Whatever the case, they had been assured that they would all get to keep their jobs. Which was in itself a relief. Moria was currently looking at a book that Florentia had lent to her. She rolled her eyes at the words and then closed the book.

"How do women read these things?" She grumbled, shaking her head.

"Read what things?"

"Romance novels." She replied lifting up the novel to show him. He chuckled. "I don't understand them. I mean the characters want to get into each other's trousers in a few weeks. It's not realistic at all."

"They aren't supposed to be." He suggested. "It's a fantasy."

"Yeah, yeah." Moria remarked with a grumble. "Well women need to have some reality. It's a bit nicer…and not as…clean. Can you watch the kids for a little bit? I have to go to the Ministry to go talk to the head aurors with my team."

"You're not getting into trouble are you?"

"Merlin, I hope not." She remarked. "I was out for nearly three days sleeping off that mission. If I get into trouble for going after him, I wasted a good 75% of my energy."

He didn't respond as she walked out. To say that he had been scared shitless when Lucio had come in holding an unconscious Moria in his arms, almost like a baby, had been an understatement. When he found out what she had done, he was furious. It was one thing to fight to do something right, but she was literally running headfirst into danger.

He sighed, and then went to go make some tea. Max came down the stairs a few seconds later, holding her sketchpad. She crawled into the couch. The boys were playing in the room, which made it too loud for her to concentrate. She opened up the sketchpad and placed her pencil down to return to sketching, until she spotted a rather strange book.

It wasn't like the other books they had. Sure her picture books had images on the covers, but they never had had a man in a woman on it, the woman swooning in the arms of the man, who, he himself, looked like he was asleep. She cocked her head curiously and set down the sketchpad before grabbing the book. She flipped through the pages. There weren't any other pictures, she observed as she leafed through them, only stopping when she saw a strange word. She looked at the words around it, but it offered little help to explain to her what was going on. She heard sounds from the kitchen and slid off the seat, padding over to it. She brightened.

Uncle Remus.

He knew words pretty well.

"Uncle Remus?"

"Hm?" He said as he poured a cup of tea. "What is it Maxine?"

She lifted up the book that she had. "I foun' a word that I don't know what it mean."

"Oh?" He said, pouring in some sugar with one hand as he grabbed the book with other. "Where is it?"

She went on her tiptoes and pressed her finger to the word. "Right there." She said. He glanced at the word and promptly spat out his gulpful of tea at the sentence.

'And she promptly grabbed his erection-'

"W…what book is…" He trailed off as he flipped it over to look at the cover. Upon seeing the romance novel cover his face turned a brighter shade of red. "Oh sweet Merlin."

"What's er-ection mean?" She asked, her eyes shining in curiosity.

"Something that if your father ever caught a bloke having around you, he would murder them." Remus grumbled, rubbing his face vigorously. She looked concerned.

"It's a bad word? Like that S-word you said that me and Harry couldn't say around Mummy?"

"It's something you'll learn when you're older. Or when your mother gets back."

"That's cheatin!"

"Max-"

"I'll go look it up in a dictionawy."

"NO!" He exclaimed flustered. That would open up a whole can of worms that he DIDN'T want to explain. "That word is…well…it's something a man gets when he…fancies…a girl."

"Fancies?"

"Yes." He said in a relief. Maybe he'd get out of this home free.

"…did Daddy ever get an er-ection because of Mummy?"

And that relief quickly sunk and he let out a groan as he covered his face with his arms on the table.


"Honey I'm HHHOOOMMMMMEEEE!" Moria called out teasingly. Normally that earned a response ranging from a chuckle to a groan. This time it offered nothing. Curious she peered into the kitchen to see Remus sitting there, his face a bright shade of red. "What's with you? You look like you just lost your virginity all over again."

"Oh HAha." He snapped and she gave him a look.

"What's wrong with you? Harry couldn't have done anything that catastrophic in the few hours I've been gone…right?"

"No! It more has to do with me having to explain to Max what an erection is!"

"…and she asked that bbbbeeeecccccaaaauuussssseeeee…" Moria trailed off looking at him in confusion. He glared at her and pointed to the book that lay at the edge of the table. Moria looked at it and then snorted, before breaking out in laughter.

"Oh Merlin, she found the book?"

"Yes she found the book! And it's not funny!" He declared as she broke down into a fit of laughter.

"Well by your standards it isn't." Moria said wiping under her eyes as she finally calmed down. "Seeing it through my eyes, it's hilarious."

He glared at her.

"Do you have any idea what's been going on with Chelsea?" Remus asked, changing the subject. Moria shrugged.

"I know she's been projectile for a little bit…but other than that, nope don't have an idea." She said. "Why? I hope you aren't planning to ask her on a date."

"Merlin no. I think I would take being a werewolf every night then going out with her." Remus said horrified and Moria laughed. It was true…even compared to Bryn, Chelsea was incredibly high-maintenance and she couldn't see Remus and her ever getting together. One was personality difference…the other was their relationship to Bryn before she had died. It would be too painful for either of them.

She looked up when the phone rang. Strange…not a lot of people actually called them.

"Hello?" She answered as Remus began to read the newspaper. "Chelsea? Hey…what's up? Normally you floo us-! He broke up with you?" He heard and looked up. He could hear muffled crying and the other woman responding. So Chelsea and her boyfriend had ended it. It wasn't really surprising. Pompeo always seemed to be too self-centered for Chelsea in Moria's opinion, he just thought the man was an ass.

"Well I can't say I'm surprised. I mean you even said you were planning on dumping-" She trailed off.

"…what do you MEAN you're PREGNANT?"

He looked up. Oh shit.


"What am I going to do…oh Merlin what am I going to do?" Chelsea whimpered out sitting in Moria's living room, drinking some tea. Moria frowned before moving over and sitting next Chelsea.

"You take care of it."

"I know that! But I mean…I was never mother material." Chelsea whispered out. Moria smiled gently.

"I didn't think I was either Chelsea…now look at me. I have a six year old and a five year old and am raising them perfectly fine. And hey, Remus has an eight year old."

"But your case was different. Sirius doesn't have a choice to be here. And you aren't alone." Chelsea hissed out, her voice broken hearted sounding. Moria frowned and Remus could see there was a look of defiance and denial in her eyes but she had buried it quickly away masking the emotion in her eyes with compassion.

"Neither are you." Moria said and Chelsea looked up in confusion. "You have Remus and me…we won't ever leave you alone. I promise." She said and Chelsea finally and slowly…smiled.


"Moria? Are you okay?"

"Hm? Of course I am Remus. Why do you ask that?" Moria asked later that night, after both children had been put to bed. Remus frowned and gave her his famous disbelieving look.

"I know you're lying. Ever since Chelsea said about Sirius not having a choice you've been forcing that smile on." Remus said and Moria stilled.

"Because that part wasn't true. He did have a choice." Moria said…her voice suddenly cool and—to Remus's ears—incredibly broken. "He could have stayed with Hagrid and waited till Dumbledore arrived or he could have gone with Hagrid. Instead he chose to go follow Peter—probably after whoever was the Keeper who betrayed Lily and James—and ends up being sent to Azkaban for something he didn't do." Moria said and Remus looked at her in a different light.

She was heartbroken…not by the loss of Lily and James, even if that had done an appropriate stab into her heart. But by the loss of Sirius.

"He promised that I would never have to go through stuff alone again. He said he would always be there. And stupid me right now, I'm trying to find things here in Italy to see if I can figure out what was going through that man's head but I..." She trailed off and to Remus's shock he saw tears finally trail down her face as she looked at him with a bittersweet smile. He moved from his normal spot leaning against the wall and drew her into a hug. He felt her shoulders shaking as silent sobs wracked her form.

"Merlin…I'm so stupid."

"No you aren't."

"Why didn't he come to me? Why did he leave me? Why…why?" she asked repeatedly in broken whisper and he closed his eyes, unable to say anything.

For he had no answer.

Not noticed by either adult was a small form that had wandered out of her room—to go to the loo—who stared at them in the darkened shadows of the hall.

Her grey eyes staring at the scene in front of her.

Allowing it to burn.

Burn and imprint into her memory.
The airplane one I got from watching the Hudson airplane crash....and I mean....it makes sense right? XD
and poor Remus...probably wasn't expecting Max to ask THAT. Every man's worst nightmare.
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The end awww... Just wonder how Max will interpret it...


Haha poor Rem... XD