Hello & Welcome Connie to the world's greatest fanfic, at least the author seems to think so I hope you're liking my story, and I wanted to ask you, what did you mean when you said, you're finding me difficult to follow? I love criticism it helps me to get better at writing and I wanted some help. Do you mean my sentences are too complicated? Is the story too complicated? Too many characters, too much going on, what? It sounds like an interrogation now but seriously, I'd love it if you told me, I'm sure it's not you. My style of writing is very uhm, well, I like long sentences and long descriptions and a lot of people don't like it because it's too slow. Is that it? I really do want to know what you think, if you want you can PM me. I promise, I'm nice. And I really do appreciate ALL criticism. Neways, welcome to my fic, and I hope you don't mind the mysteries, I do that on purpose to hopefully keep the readers coming back. I guess if you come back, then it means it works, no?

Kita, you're always here, you're too cool. I'm glad you thought Teddy was funny. He's dangerous too, but you'll see that later. As for Ottery's fate I've been known to kill characters before in mid-fic, just sayin' *adds mystery and drama to fic* hey I try. As for Nicholas being Sirius' son ... well, his won't be the only paternity you'll be wondering about before this fic is over I shouldn't 'a said tha' ... I shouldn't 'a said tha' ...

So ... here's more of my fic, I hope you all like it. Don't forget to wish Rupert a Happy Birthday he's too cute, and he plays Ron wonderfully if not enough, I don't think he gets enough screen time ...



Chapter: Shooting at the walls of heartache. Bang! Bang! I am the warrior …

Cafe Mondrian sat on a quiet street next to the business district. It was here where all the traders, lawyers, and businessmen usually spent all their day in the buildings located there, conducting their affairs. This made it an ideal spot, because there were not many businesses with customers or places for people to want to stop and loiter, such as restaurants or shops. Most often, you had business on Wildbee Street or you didn't.

The girl with the mousy brown hair had business at that cafe. She had just come off her shift standing watch over 'the chosen one' and she did not have to report back to the office in London for another hour. Done, easily enough, with a quick broom ride or an owl post with her report.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me,” the girl said, brushing her hair out of her face. “After the way we left last time …” she let the silence serve as unspoken reminder.

“Nymphadora,” he began.

“Don’t. Just … don’t call me that,” she complained, the spark of her old flame lighting suddenly in her voice. This caused him to smile weakly.

“Dora,” he teased.

“You act like that and … I’m supposed to just … I’m supposed to ignore this?” she asked obstinately.

“I’m being a friend Nymphadora. I’m throwing around happy banter. I need it, in case the tattered robes don’t give it away.”

“I know you’re having a hard time. I heard it from Mundungus. I ... just wanted to know how you were making out since … well, since Sirius’ death. I know you two were very close and …”

“I’m fine,” Lupin replied too quickly, something inside him clicked at the utterance of the question and like an answering machine coming on, with it's pre-recorded response, Lupin replied rotely.

“No, you’re not. Why won’t you let me help you?” Tonks kept on. “It’s not like it has anything to do with the other thing.”

“I’m an old man Nymphadora. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you and I’m seeing my second wizarding war. You’re barely out of school and I’ve taught at school.”

“There’s always a different reason with you Remus, it’s ridiculous. I wish you’d just settle on one. Any which way you cut it, it works, doesn't it? Because in the end it's your choice, isn't it?” She replied rather crossly, turning away from him. Tonks brushed a strand of hair behind her ears, and she continued, “As I said, this has nothing to do with … with my feelings towards you. I’m trying to be a friend and even at that you’re pushing me away. You’re not being fair at all, Lupin.”

“Perhaps not, but I’m rather occupied, what with the things Dumbledore has me doing for the Order and trying to make a living and,” Lupin stared out the window and saw the brown haired boy Nicholas walking down the street, “my own personal affairs. Look Tonks, I’m sorry to have to cut this short.”

Tonks dropped a couple of crumpled bills on the table, “Don’t worry about it. Don’t worry about anything Remus. I’m sure I’ll grow up soon enough and realize, like you seem to have, that love really doesn’t mean anything in this world. Then maybe it’ll be my turn to break some poor bloke’s heart.”



“Is that him?” the first man asked. He with the mousy voice, tall and reedy looking.

“He was seen with the target, just take him. If we’re wrong, well it’s not one of ours now is it?” the second wizard, the short stout one with the deep bass voice, replied laughing.

Nicholas Black walked down the drizzly street, his hands in his jacket pockets. In one he held a wand, in the other a fist ready to punch. He was still reeling from the confrontation earlier that day with Harry Potter. That obnoxious little brat was supposed to be the ‘chosen one’? Who the hell had ever heard of the ‘chosen one of anything’ coming from a nowhere place like Little Whinging, seriously, seriously?

Nicholas, lost in his thoughts, did not notice from the reflection of the chrome bumper of a Mini that out of an alley behind him two black robed strangers had just stepped out and started following him. As he neared a little muggle café Nicholas realized the streets were abnormally empty for a busy Tuesday afternoon during lunchtime. Nicholas stopped at the corner to cross the street and felt something on his back.

“If you value your …” Before the person could finish talking the boy had fallen to the floor in a fainted heap.

“What? You’re serious?” the first wizard complained. The mousy voiced one, disbelievingly watched his friend holding the unconscious boy in his arms.

“Help me with him, you fudge bag, he’s heavy,” the stout, short one complained.

“I thought we were supposed to be killing him.”

“He might be able to tell us something interesting under torture, you thorax,” the stout one complained, breathing heavily under the weight of the fainted boy.

“If he can stay awake long enough,” the thin man said putting his wand in his pocket, walking around his companion and making to grab the boy’s legs.

Suddenly, Nicholas looked up at him. “No thank you. I’d rather not find out if I can stomach torture,” Nicholas replied kicking out his legs and hitting the man full in the face. The thin mousy voiced man fell to the floor as the shorter wizard dropped Nicholas. Before he could reach his wand however, Nicholas was biting his leg causing him to scream out in pain. That bought Nicholas a couple of seconds, enough to crawl under a car. “Holy fish,” he exclaimed, “these jokers mean business.”

He saw one of the Death Eaters duck down at the front of the car and Nicholas fired off a hex. He felt a tug and turned around to find the other Death Eater pulling his leg and Nicholas fired off a Confundus charm. The spell went wide. And as the Death Eater stood smiling Nicholas kicked out with his other leg and knocked the man back down on his bum. If he kept kicking that guy in the face it wouldn't be long before the Death Eater started spitting out teeth.

Suddenly, the car began to rise, and Nicholas saw the Death Eater who had been holding the wand to his back, the short stout one, smiling cruelly, his intent clearly written on his face. He meant to let the car drop on top of the boy, forget the questioning. Nicholas doubted he had the strength to cast a spell to stop it.

“Die you little slag!” the man yelled, and the shadow grew larger as the car came falling at Nicholas.

“Protego!”

The car stopped in mid drop. The boy looked up from between his arms which covered his face.

“Well, are you planning to just lie there all day? I don’t know how much longer I can hold this car up,” Tonks asked rather crossly at the strange boy.

“Incendio!” Lupin yelled firing off a volley at the Death Eater with the swollen nose. The thin man deftly swiped the spell away. Members of the Order simply did not know how to fight.

“Avada—”

“Stupefy!” Nicholas yelled at the thin man with the swollen nose, knocking him to his knees. He ran towards the Death Eater who had meant to crush him with the car. Tonks, busy holding it up, could not defend herself.

“Do you think you can stop me before I cast a spell?” the Death Eater laughed.

Nicholas would not get to him on time, he could see the spell flying at the speed of magic and he was still too far away.

Before he even reached the sidewalk, Nicholas saw the Death Eater knocked down by a baby blue Buick which sent him crashing into one of the business offices on the street. The boy turned and saw a blast of windows shattering as Tonks created a shield, deflecting Death Eater's hex.

“Blasted fool, what the hel were you thinking trying to hex me when I’m holding up a car!” Tonks yelled at the perpetrator.

Lupin ran over to where Tonks stood, breathing quickly and nervously, the thin mousy voiced Death Eater dangled tied up from a street lamp on the side of the road.

“I'm okay. It’s okay. I’ll call this one in," she looked around at the devastation they had created in less than five minutes. It was worthy of Teddy. "Damn the paperwork. Scrimgeour’s going to have my wand for this. Flinging cars in broad daylight on a muggle city street.”

Nicholas walked over to where the car was half sitting outside of an office window, and inside the Death Eater lay pinned under the car moaning in pain while a secretary asked him how he planned to pay for the damages, and informed him she had no intention nor was she responsible and she would be taking the rest of the day off, they didn't pay her enough to survive car attacks.

“This is crazy, this is,” the boy remarked laughing. Nicholas couldn’t help finding it all comical, never mind that the minutes before could have been the last minutes he’d have had on this earth.

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