It's Never Over (Pt. 2)

Continuing on from It's Never Over

Harry sat back in his chair, head full with what Belita just told him. She began to sob steadily harder, and Harry had to use the cheering charm again. His mind was spinning with solutions, ideas, steps to take. He finally decided to take the most logical step - send a note to Ginny with Prongs - Ginny would then send it on to Luna and all the other Order of the Pheonix Members.
Harry pulled his wand out, and pointed it away from Belita - he didn't want her to be threatened - and thought as hard as he could about his amazing family. "Expecto Patronum!" Prongs exploded from his wand tip, and cantered over to Harry, Belita looking at Harry in awe. "Prongs," Harry said under his breath, "Tell Ginny that we've got a dark wizard gaining speed, and he's gaining it quickly. Get  her to notify Order members. See you soon." Prong nodded his antlered head once, and galloped through the window, out of sight.
It was a few seconds before Belita spoke.
"Wow."
"We've got to go," Harry said, business-like, "to my friends' house. They both work at the Ministry, and it'll be safe there." Harry smiled at Belita, pointed his wand at the kitchen and said, smiling "Accio Pumpkin pasties!" They flew into his outstretched left hand. Harry offered his elbow to Belita, who gripped it, frowning. Suddenly, Harry twisted around, and they both experienced the feeling of being squeezed through a black tube... and then they were standing on Ron and Hermione's front doorstep. Belita let go of Harry's elbow, wincing slightly.
Harry knocked clearly on the door, and Hermione opened it at once, fear in her eyes. "Ginny's Patronus... Harry... oh Harry!" Hermione's eyes fell upon Belita, who tried to shrink into the shadows. "The informer!" cried Hermione, "come in, come in..." Without further ado, she grabbed Harry and Belita, pulled them inside and pushed the door shut. With a wave of her wand, it was locked securely.
"Come up this way," Hermione said breathlessly, running up a narrow staircase, which burst into a large living room.
It was a magnificent room... there were Griffindor flags plastered on the walls, along with paintings Ron had aquired from his parent's when they moved out of The Burrow. All firey-haired, they waved at Harry like he was an old friend. "Hey Harry, old boy! How's it holding up?" asked one of them, a cheeky grin gracing his face. "Not too bad, thanks Fred," Harry grinned. Fred winked, and then walked out the side of his frame, no doubt off to visit his painting at George's.
The floor was covered with mis-matched armchairs and sofas, with a large space in the middle, where Ron, Rose and Albus were playing with toy broomsticks. Ron was throwing a mini quaffle at them, while they had to see who caught it first. All three were roaring with laughter... but then Ron caught sight of Harry. he stood up quickly, and ran to them. "Harry, who's this? What's going on? Ginny said..." he faltered. It was evident he didn't want to talk about the desperate situation.
The four adults found armchairs, and pulled them into a sort of circle, settling down to hear and describe the fandango. Harry explained most of the problem, but then he got stuck. He looked at Belita, who had been twidling her thumbs and staring at the ceiling, eyes glistening with tears.
She seemed to realize, a second late, what Harry wanted her to do. She sat up, cleared her throat and began to speak.
"Um, well, a few years ago, I met with my husband, Durkresh O'Lloyd. He was a regular at the Pub my sister and I used to own, and... well... we got married and were talking about children. But then I learnt that he was a You-Know-Who supporter... liked the idea of a Wizard-controlled world, where pure-bloods lived as the norm for humans. He probably had ideas even more horrible than You-Know-Who. he wanted all Muggles to be killed, he thought they were slime. He said Muggle-Borns were no better-" Harry, Ron and Hermione all made a low growl of anger and disbelief. "- and that he was going to find a way to keep who he wanted on the world.
"So he put three Muggles under the Imperius Curse, and began to experiment with their souls. He first smuggled a Dementor out of the Dementor Prison, so that any useless souls could be disposed of. He then began to play with the Horucrux curse. It did... terrible things... some Muggles had their soul halved into good and evil, and the halves would fight, and destroy each other. Others had their soul implanted into someone else's... people with two souls, both vying for top spot... the souls savaged the other as well.
"Finally, he found what he wanted. He found the curse he wanted. It duplicated the soul, and then this duplication was deposited into a soul-less body. Suddenly, there were two men, different in looks, but the same in character. It was un-nerving. And his plan was to find the pure-bloods on the Earth, and have their souls duplicated and placed in a soul-less body. The second body would be magically frozen, un-concious until the first one is on the brink of death, and then it would be freed... the body and soul of the first would be gone, but he would live on in the new body.
"But there is a huge problem. The copies, unless frozen, become jealous of the original. Each copy is not perfect... so the main traits are the same, but the finer details, the ones that make us us... they're mutated. And so the copies think that they're inferior, and they gang up on the original... this is what happened to my husband. When they tried to attack him, he had to kill them and answered that question by imperiousing the duplications.
"And so his plan begins. He has made an army of Imperioused Himselves, and they're coming to take over the Ministry. Tomorrow."

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