As everyone was still in the Great Hall looking at the pictures, Umbridge made her way to the gates, after she stopped in her office for just a second. The moment she stepped outside the gates, she apparated. She came to be in a very dark and dirty street, with mice and rats squeaking and skittering across the path. She looked up and saw an ancient warped sign saying "Narrowmoor" moving slowly back in forth in the autumn wind. Smiling widely, she walked down the way and passed several shops with a different assortment of things. Blood quills, burning necklaces and other forms of subtle means of torture.

She stopped at store where a large cauldron, that had something that looked like bloodstains on the side, sat beside the door. She entered the store and a cackle went through the store as the door opened. She looked about the room, cudgels with small spikes or knobs sitting along the wall, rows and rows of glass phials of liquids levitating in a glass case with large sign plastered on it saying 'DON'T DRINK'. A pale man came from the back of the store, carrying a tank of green liquid and knives hovering over it, the tips of the knives slightly submerged.

"Oh, good evening Delores, how'd those whips turn out?" said the man, laying the tank gently down on the counter.

"It worked out fine, he's not healing and its causing him pain every time he's moving." said Umbridge brightly.

"Good, good, is he remembering anything?" asked the man.

"...yes, he's starting to remember, is there something wrong with that?" said Umbridge, her smirk sliding off quickly.

"Yeah, not for you, but for him. If he remembers anymore, the pain will grow and grow until it may be more humane to just kill him outright. Your ex-lover must have some mentality strength about him. Now what can I do for you tonight?" he said adjusting the knives.

"I need you to brew a potion for me, this one." she said uncrumpling the parchment.

He took the parchment and looked it over. "Hmm...the Leechhold potion...that's a bit drastic for your 'ex' isn't it? You know what this will do don't you?"

"I do, and I cannot wait to see the look on his face, every time it takes effect." she said gleefully

"You are a sadist, aren't' you?" said the man with a raised eyebrow. "Well, let me go brew it up, do you have what you need?"

"Yes, I do. I'll get everything ready on my end." she said. The man went towards the back of the store, Umbridge took out a small phial with a black strand of hair, took it out and wrapped it around a piece of black onyx. Out of a small pouch, she removed a single emerald and an snowy owl feather, she took out a white bit of string and tied the both of them to the onyx piece. She then took out another phial, this one held a thick red liquid. She poured the contents of the phial onto the oddly decorated onyx piece. She laid the onyx and all its additions on top of a black cushion and waved her thick wand over it, muttering quietly.

An hour or so later, the man came back with a small, bubbling black cauldron. He placed down in front of her.

"Alright, drop in what you've got. I already spoke the incantation. Be warned, there is no going back. Not even I can remove it." he warned.

Without a hesitation, before he even finished his warning, she dropped the contents of the cushion in the cauldron. It bubbled and frothed, then a thick bit of golden smoke bellowed out of the cauldron.

"That's strange, from what you said about your 'ex', the smoke should be as dark as the cauldron. Gold smoke, means..." his eyes widened in shock. "means...he's a...kid..."

The smoke parted and it showed Harry's face, he was laughing in Sirius' arms and smiling brightly, laying in the bowl.

"That's...that's Harry Potter!" said the man, falling back against the wall of his shop.

"What of it?" she asked with an air of superiority.

"YOU TOLD ME THIS WAS YOUR EX-BOYFIREND! THE PERSON, THE MAN ALL THIS WAS FOR!" he yelled pointing to the figure in the golden fog.

"You weren't supposed to ask who it was for." she said majestically. "What's done is done, as you said. Now, I thank you for your help. If I need any more help, I 'll come back." she said as she laid a large bag of galleons down on the counter and taking her leave.

The man sat down, touching his pale, and sweaty face with his now clammy hand. He was looking at the boy through the cloud of smoke. He was so carefree, all of a sudden, he saw the boy twitch and grasp his stomach absently.

"Dear, God. What have I done?" he said weakly, He slammed down his fist on the counter and covered his eyes.

His devices, and those of the other shops, were all supposed to be used by adults, on adults. They had an unspoken code of honor, not that many people knew. But they didn't hurt children, no one under twenty was to be a victim of their craft...If he had known, he never would have done it. Especially not to Harry Potter himself! Forget Dumbledore's rage if he ever found out that he was in on an assault on his favorite student, but he had a great- nephew in that school, and he always talked of Harry Potter and all the good he's done. He went to his crow's cage, brought it out, and carried it to the table. He took a quill and parchment and wrote swiftly:

Albus Dumbledore:

I am sorry I cannot tell you who purchased my services, and I cannot tell you all I know, but the young man known as Harry Potter is in grave danger. I was asked to make a Leechhold potion and it was fixed to the boy. You currently have Severus Snape in your employment, he can make the necessary potions to make the poor boy's suffering a little easier. Also, stop him from remembering anything more about the cause of his injuries. Urge him to forget, it is imperative! When you get this, do not bother coming, I will no longer be here. I'm sorry. Please, tell the boy, I'm sorry.

Sylvester Hexting

He sent the crow off and looked around his small place of business. He raised his wand and was about to bring it down and blow his place and himself to kingdom come, when a black-gloved hand clamped down on it. He turned and a terrible mask met his eyes.

The moment that the crow had reached the Great Hall and Dumbledore had read the letter, he had rushed out of the school. To the bewilderment of the students who were listening to him tell a story of Harry's first trip to Hogwarts as a baby.

The moment he had turned down Narrowmoor Street an explosion met him, he ran forward after the blast had concluded and saw the remains of Hexting's shop. And there was no sign of life left in the building. Aurors swarmed the street and Dumbledore told them what had happened. They went inside the destroyed building and searched around, but they couldn't find anything, Except for what seemed like a full-grown man's body. Charred and unrecognizable. Then they found another body, this one had burnt robes and the gold fastenings almost melted into its flesh.

Dumbledore looked at one of the half-melted golden buttons on the corpse, He had seen that button before. In his office a night or two ago. It was from the Ranger Lionus' jacket! Could this be him? And if so, what was going to happen to Harry's Dr. Clark? How could he possibly tell Harry?

He clutched at his heart and gritted his teeth with almost unbearable pain as he made his way back down the street. Then, as if to add another shock to the evening, a hand reached out and pulled him into the shadows, one arm around his waist and the other firmly placed over his mouth.

Dumbledore tried hard to get free of his captor, he reached for his wand but the hand, that belonged to the arm around his middle, gripped his wand hand and pulled it away.

"Ssshh. Dumbledore it's me, Lionus." said the man whispering into Dumbledore's ear. Dumbledore tried to look behind him, he saw the same mask that he had seen in his office. The Ranger spun him quickly around.

"Lionus! What...isn't...wasn't that you in there?" Dumbledore said pointing back towards the charred remains of the Hexting shop.

"No, that was one of my corporals." said Lionus, he slowly took his mask off, to reveal that he was a young blonde haired man, with face that bore several different scars.

Dumbledore stared at him, "I know you, you're..."

"Please, Dumbledore, I told you that I gave up that name years ago. Let it go."

"Sorry, but the explosion, your corporal, I'm sorry. What happened?" said Dumbledore, almost stumbling over his words.

"I had a private and a corporal keep an eye on your High Inquisitor." said the Ranger, very fluent in nervous and shocked ramblings. "Since I went to your office, I decided that she wasn't to be trusted much, I won't confuse you with how I got to that conclusion, but I decided to put a tail on her. And I received mixed results.

"They followed her here and they learned what was going on, and what she had done. After she left, Hexting wrote you the letter that brought you here. He then decided, for some ridiculous reason, to end his life. My corporal hurried in and stopped him from blowing up himself and the building."

"But he didn't, the explosion happened!" said Dumbledore, slowly getting his wits back.

"Not the explosion that Hexting was going for. My corporal stopped him, but my private decided to show his true colors there and then."

"I don't understand." said Dumbledore still confused.

"My private was a Death Eater." said Lionus bitterly.

Dumbledore paled, "What?" he asked weakly.

"You heard me." he snapped. "He used his position to get close to the boy. At least that was what he was aiming for. It didn't work obviously. My corporal was going to send 'Doc' to Hogwarts to take care of the Leechhold potion, however my private had other ideas. They got into a raging battle, it didn't agree with some of the potions and artifacts in that shop and that caused the explosion."

"Your private? Oh, dear. What about Hexting? They only found two bodies so far." said Dumbledore, keeping his voice low as a group of Aurors carried the charred remains away.

"Hexting is safe at Devil's Garden." said Lionus plainly.

"Devil's Garden? That's your prison, isn't it?" said Dumbledore, gaining some ground at last.

"That's right, we offered him a job. Told him the kind of people he would use his craft on, he didn't take it right away, then I told him it would make up for what he just did. Took it right after that."

"So both your private and corporal are gone." said Dumbledore.

"Yeah, my corporal was a good man, we'll have to get the both of them out of the Ministry. The Corporal will get a Squadron funeral, the Private will be given to the 'Wolf and Raven Squad'." he said with a snarl.

"What is the 'Wolf and Raven Squad'?" asked Dumbledore.

"It's our Elimination squad, any criminal that dies before he goes to 'Devil's Garden' gets handed over to them, as well as any rotten apple we have in our ranks. They use wolves and ravens and any other animal they see fit to...devour the bodies."

Dumbledore paled and clutched his stomach and moaned.

"Going off-track," said Lionus.

"Thank you." said Dumbledore weakly.

"We've got Dr. Clark." said Lionus with a smirk.