Make A Wish By: Rorschach's Blot 13 *Chapter 13*: The Birth Of Mr Black

"You got it," the driver nodded. "Have a good day."

"You too," Harry replied as he and his companions got out of the car. "Do either of you need any help with your bags?"

"No thank you," the Professor shook his head. "Both Henchgirl and I are stronger than we look."

"Alright then," Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Was there some reason you wanted to wait until we got to my room before we looked at the things you wanted to show me?"

"I don't want the people watching us know about what we've been able to develop with your a.s.sistance," the Professor glanced around nervously and several unseen watchers stepped back into deeper shadows. "Besides, our hotel doesn't have room service."

"Ok," Harry nodded holding the door open for his two friends. "We can wait."

They spent the trip to Harry's room in silence, and when they entered the Professor held up his hand. "Would you mind putting up a privacy charm or two? I'd really rather not take the chance that anyone is listening in."

"One moment," Harry pulled out one of his new books and began flipping through it, then paused to study a page for a few moments. "Absconditus Oratio."

The Professor looked around for a moment, "what kind of spell was that?"

"It was a spell that was used by one of the old Soviet organizations," Harry flicked his wand to put up a few more charms. "I haven't used it before and it doesn't hurt to be redundant."

"No it doesn't Mr. Black," the Professor agreed, putting up a few spells of his own. "I have your new wand here." The Professor pulled out a small box, "take a look and tell me what you think."

Harry removed the lid from the box and spent several moments gazing at the wand, "it's so short."

"Yes, it is," the Professor agreed, "gives a bit more control on the wand movements, it also makes concealment much easier."

Harry pulled it out and gave it an experimental wave, "the handle feels a bit strange, and I'm not feeling any sort of magical connection."

"The handle's been designed to make it easier to retain in a fight and you're not feeling a connection because we haven't connected it to you yet," the Professor smiled. "The handle contains a small plug of a magically reactive metal that can be calibrated to react to specific magical signatures. When in the presence of the correct magical field, the plug slides out of the way and allows a connection to the user's magical core. Without the correct magical signature, it physically blocks any connection."

"What if I were to grip it in front of the handle?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow, "And what's this thing made out of?"

"If you gripped it in front of the handle then you might be able to cast spells, but I don't believe it would be very effective." The Professor smiled, "I borrowed a bit of technology from the muggles to make the body of the wand and used a substance called carbon fiber. As you suggested, I also checked up on ministry regulations. Your wand is untraceable and nearly undetectable, I hope that it meets your expectations."

"It does," Harry nodded. "You mentioned that you had a few other things you wanted to show me?"

"Well, Henchgirl would be the one to ask about that . . . Henchgirl?"

"Um, we weren't trying to do anything that would annoy you but since you left France," Henchgirl smiled nervously. "Well, we've had a lot of requests from various Law Enforcement agency's on getting access to you Floo tapping ability's. And we were wondering if we could get a look at it."

"I don't have the ability to tap Floo," Harry looked at his companions with an odd expression. "Why would they think I could?"

"Of course you don't," Henchgirl nodded. "But um, we were doing some research and I think we might have found a way to do it."

"Really?" Harry raised his eyebrow. "Tell me more."

"It's just a theory really," the Professor interrupted, "and I'd rather wait until we have a chance to test it before we explain it in depth."

"If you like," Harry nodded.

"It's still just a theory," Henchgirl agreed. "But while we were working on it we came up with this." She pulled out another small box. "We were able to miniaturize a connection to the Floo network."

"But it's worthless," the Professor reentered the conversation. "It's too small to put anything through it and we can't get much of an image."

"Can you still use it to communicate?" Harry asked. "Because if you could, then you've invented something rather useful."

"But it doesn't do nearly the amount of things a Floo should," the Professor frowned, "we were hoping you could tell us how to improve it so it would be useful."

"Make it portable," Harry shrugged. "It will always be useful to have a portable way of communicating with people, I imagine that it could also be very profitable."

"We never thought about that," Henchgirl admitted sheepishly, "we were just rather frustrated that we couldn't figure out how to engineer it so that it would do everything that a normal Floo can do."

"Anything else?" Harry resisted the urge to laugh.

"I don't suppose you'd be willing to help us create undetectable wards?" The Professor asked with a hopeful expression, "I'd really like to know how to make undetectable wards."

"Sure," Harry nodded. "I could help you figure out how to change the colors, after that, I don't think I can help you much."

"Colors?"

"Yeah," Harry shrugged. "Make them show the same colors as their background or have them in one of the non-visible colors or something."

"Thank you Mr. Black, we shall." the Professor's hands were shaking in eagerness. "Now, did you have any new ideas on items that would be useful?"

"I did get stabbed in Ma.r.s.eilles," Harry rubbed his newest scar. "I was wondering if you could develop some sort of armor that I could wear under my normal clothes?"

"Well . . ." the Professor rubbed his chin, "we've got just the thing, Steel Silk."

"Steel Silk?"

"We developed it after hearing about a muggle substance called Steel Wool," Henchgirl replied. "We figured that if the muggles could make something then we could improve it. It's as soft and smooth as silk but many times stronger, and it can't be cut like normal silk. Wearing it would provide protection from any sort of blade and quite a few spells."

"That could work, thanks" Harry nodded enthusiastically. "By the way, why did the two of you come to Germany?"

"To build a Zeppelin of course," the Professor replied and Henchgirl nodded in agreement.

"Why?" Harry asked, and immediately regretted it.

"Where else would we build a Zeppelin but Germany," Henchgirl replied as if it were obvious. "I suppose that we could have built one somewhere else, but it wouldn't have had the same Zeppelin building atmosphere that Germany does."

IIIIIIIIII

"I'll be d.a.m.ned," one of the watchers commented to his partner, "I haven't seen that charm for a while."

"What charm?" the other watcher asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Never did find out the name to it," the first watcher shrugged. "It's a charm that was extensively used by Soviet State Security to keep their meetings from being overheard, it is very effective and almost undetectable."

"Then how did you spot it so fast?"

"I said almost," the first watcher chuckled. "Once you know what to look for it stands out like a miniature sun. Anyone that was working before the wall fell could spot it."

"Then why did Black put it up?"

"Why wouldn't he?" The first watcher shrugged, "he's not trying to hide from us and as I said before, it is a very effective spell."

"Oh," the younger watcher nodded. "Where do you think I could learn it?"

"You can't," the older man smiled. "The Russians still consider it a secret despite its drawbacks and the fact that the cold war ended."

"Then where did Black learn it?" The younger man reddened when he noticed the expression on his partner's face. "Right, he probably walked into Lubyanka and took it out from everybody's noses."

"Or he got it from a defector, or he learned it in an interrogation or who knows?" The older man shrugged his shoulders, "but I think that your story is the better one to repeat after work. The fact that he used that spell really only tells us one useful thing."

"What's that?"

"It confirms that he was one of the heavy hitters during the cold war," the older man smirked. "n.o.body else would know one of their spells."

"Oh," the younger man nodded. "Should we report this?"

"Report the fact that he used the spell and answer any questions they have," the older man nodded. "And then come right back."

"Yes sir." The younger man disappeared with a pop and reappeared in a busy office.

"What do you need?" One of the men looked up from behind his desk to regard the new arrival.

"I was told to report that Mr. Black used an old Soviet spell," the young man replied. "My partner said that it was the one that was easy to spot when you knew what to look for but that it was still effective."

"I see," the man nodded. "Was Black alone?"

"He was in the company of two other individuals a male and a female."

"Were you able to identify them?"

"No," the young man shook his head. "Black used code names when he talked to them."

"I see," the man nodded. "You had better get back to your post."

"Yes sir," the young man disappeared with a pop.

IIIIIIIIII

Harry awoke late the next morning and was surprised to find his two guests awake. "Good morning, how was your night?"

"Night?" A confused Professor lifted his head, "Henchgirl and I were unable to go to sleep without solving the problem you gave us on making a portable Floo."

"Oh," Harry walked over to the room's phone and ordered breakfast. "Did you do it?"

"Well it took us all night but here it is," a bleary-eyed Henchgirl handed a small package to Mr. Black. "We had to cut some corners to get it done so soon, what do you think?"

"It looks ok so far," Harry turned the small object over in his hands. "Why does it have 'Zippo' written on it?"

"Because those lighters already have everything we could want, they are lightweight, they have a built-in ignition system, they are small and portable," the Professor was struggling to stay awake. "And we were able to find it for sale in the hotel's shop downstairs, I'm afraid we had to charge it to your room."

"No problem," Harry shrugged his shoulders, "how does it work?"

"For outgoing communications, open it up and spin the little wheel, that will cause a small measure of Floo powder to go into the flame. For incoming communications, it vibrates to indicate that someone is attempting to call you," the Professor blinked his eyes. "Henchgirl thought that it might be a bad thing if it were to suddenly make strange noises at odd times."

"She was right," Harry nodded. "Does it use standard Floo powder or does it need some sort of special Floo powder?"

"Doesn't need Floo powder," Henchgirl smiled proudly. "We managed to enchant it to transfigure the flint into Floo powder, and we also managed to enchant the flint and fuel supply to be never-ending."

"Very nice," Harry rubbed his new toy appreciatively, "could you change it to only use a special kind of Floo powder?"

"Child's play," the Professor replied. "But why would we want to do that?"

"Well," Harry started slowly. "It seems to me that this little device will become quite popular in the future and if it needs a special Floo powder than I imagine that the potential profit would be enormous."

The Professor and Henchgirl shared a look, "profit?"

"Yes," Harry nodded. "You could make quite a bit of money with this little gadget."

"Money?" Henchgirl was astounded by the possibilities, "just think of all the inventions we could make if we had funding."

"Thank you Mr. Black," the Professor smiled. "Now if you will excuse us, it's time for Henchgirl and me to go to bed."

"Use mine," Harry motioned towards the closed bedroom door. "If you're willing to wait a few minutes, breakfast will arrive and I'll have them change the sheets while you eat."

"Thank you," Henchgirl smiled. "But won't we be disturbing you?"

"No," Harry shook his head, "I'm going to be out most of the day."

"Where are you planning to go?" Henchgirl asked with a smile

Harry's face lost all emotion, "Dachau."

"Oh," Henchgirl's smile disappeared, "I... .oh."

"I'll see you two later," Harry stood up and walked toward the door. "I'm sure that I'll have some more Ideas for you later."

"Yes," the Professor agreed sadly. "Later."

Harry walked out of his room and out of his hotel, and soon found himself in the magical section of town.

"Excuse me," Harry asked a pa.s.serby. "Could you direct me to a travel agency or some other place where I could get an internal Portkey?"

"Right behind you," the man replied nervously.

"Thank you," Harry turned and walked into the shop.

"How may I . . ." the shopkeep trailed off when he saw the expression on his customer's face. "What can I do for you?"

"I need a Portkey to Dachau and back," Harry's voice showed no emotion. "How much?"

"Fif . . . fifty Marks," the man replied nervously. "Will that be all?"

"Yes," Harry agreed coldly. "That will be all."

"Here you are then Sir." The man handed over a short length of chain, "it . . . it will activate in a few seconds, to return just say Berlin."

"Thank you." Harry took the Portkey and disappeared.

Harry spent an indefinite amount of time just wandering around the camp, staring with morbid horror at the Crematoriums and gas chambers. Finally, he found himself standing in front of the doors to the furnace in the northwest corner of the camp, staring dully at the manufacturer's name . . . Toph u0026 Sohne. One by one, the camp's ghosts their eyes still showing the pain of their last moments surrounded him.

Harry looked into their eyes and fell to his knees. Taking several short breaths to keep his stomach under control, all around stood the victims of the camp watching him. "I won't . . ." Harry lower lip quivered, "I won't let this happen again, I swear to you that I won't fail again."

IIIIIIIIII

"Well?"

"He's spent the entire day at the camp Sir," the young officer nervously replied. "Earlier today, he muttered something about not failing again and never allowing it to happen again. Other than that, he hasn't made a sound."

"Show him what we found," the Chief of Magical Law Enforcement ordered. "And ask for his help."

"Sir?"

"He made a vow," the older man replied rubbing a spot on his forearm, "we can't do anything."

"Yes sir," the young man agreed. "Do you really think he can help us?"

"No, I don't think he can help us solve this case," the old man shook his head. "I think he'll fulfill his vow . . . and heaven helps those poor b.a.s.t.a.r.ds when he finds them."

"I understand sir," the officer nodded. "Do you want me to take anyone with me?"

"I'll ask Grenzschutz Nine if they can spare a few men," the old man sighed. "Have them shadow you, to provide any a.s.sistance you might require."

"Yes Sir," the young man agreed and turned towards the door.

"And Hans," the old man worked his jaw. "Be careful, it would kill your mother if anything happened to you."

"Yes papa, I will be careful." The young man agreed without turning around, "goodbye papa, I promise that I will make you proud of me."

"You already have"

Hans walked slowly towards the section of the building where the wards were thin enough to allow magical travel and then, disappeared with a pop.

"Mr. Black?" Hans approached slowly. "My name is Hans Ritter, I'm with the Bundesamt für Magie."

Harry turned to stare at the man who had interrupted his contemplation, "what can I do for you?"

"We were wondering if you would be willing to help us with a case?" Hans held out a folder, "we've hit a dead-end and we were hoping that you would be willing to use your . . . unique insights to help us solve things."

"I am always willing to help competent Law Enforcement," Harry opened the folder, "what's the case?"

"A young muggle-born girl was found murdered last week," Officer Ritter began. "She was supposed to attend one of our magical schools later this year, and we believe that she was killed to prevent that."

"What about her family," Harry turned a page in the file and froze, unable to take his eyes off of the photo of the young victim.

"They were also killed," Hans replied nervously. "We have a few ideas about which group might have done it, but we have no suspects at this time."

Harry stared at the picture, he saw a small girl with a pretty smile, he saw a bushy-haired girl that would never help her friends with homework, he saw a girl with overly large front teeth who's parents wouldn't let her fix them with magic, he saw red. "Where is the nearest bar that your suspect groups like to gather," Harry asked without emotion.

"There's a bar named Blut Hexe," Hans nervously replied. "I want you to know that most Germans aren't like this, most of us find this as disgusting as you do."

"I know," Harry's voice showed no emotion. "Take me to Blut Hexe."

"Yes sir," Hans agreed. "If you'll just touch this bottle cap."

The two men reappeared in front of a disreputable-looking building, "is this the place?"

"It is Mr. Black," Ritter agreed. "But I don't think that anybody will be in for a few hours."

"Wait here," Harry walked toward the door. "Reducto."

"You have a warrant?" A slimy looking man sneered from behind the bar, "if not then I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"Shut up," Harry drew his new wand and hit the wall behind the man with a blasting curse. "There were some murders committed, a little girl and her family were killed because she was magical."

"So?" The man replied nervously, "one less mud blood."

Harry walked towards the man and placed the tip of his wand on the man's knee cap, "I suggest you tell me who did it and where I can find them."

"You can't do this," the man was shaking. "There are laws that say you can't do this."

"There are also laws that say you can't go around killing little girls and their family's," Harry retorted. "And it offends me when people break them. Now answer the questions."

"I don't know anything," the bartender protested. "n.o.body's said anything."

"The kind of people that I'm looking for wouldn't be smart enough to keep their mouths shut," Harry's face looked as if it could have been carved from stone. "Reduc . . ."

"WAIT," the man screamed. "Wait, I'll tell you everything."

"Yes," Harry agreed. "You will."

IIIIIIIIII

Hans was pacing nervously when Harry stepped out of the ruined bar, "well?"

"Do you know where Tierparkstra.s.se is?" Harry asked ignoring the man's questioning look.

"Yes I do," Hans nodded. "Why?'

"Take me there."

"Alright," Ritter nodded, pulling out another Portkey.

The two men felt a pull from behind their navels and appeared in front of a large house, "do you have any information about one of your suspected groups being in this area?"

"Yes we do," Ritter nodded. "Are they who you're looking for?"

Ignoring the man, Harry walked towards another house down the street. Knocking on the house's door, Harry waited calmly for one of the house's inhabitants to answer the door.

"What do you want?" A dirty man answered the door.

"Are you a member of a group that believes in pureblood nonsense?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes I am," the man sneered.

"Did you kill a young girl and her family to prevent her from getting a magical education?"

"You a cop?" The man grinned, "you trying to get me to confess?"

"No," Harry shook his head. "I just wanted to make sure I got the right people, Reducto." Harry stepped over the body and into the house, "Is there anybody here who doesn't believe in a racist ideology?" A dozen shocked men reached for their wands. "I thought not, Reducto, Aduro, Rpom."

"n.o.body move," Several men in black ran into the room. "Mr. Black, would you please lower your wand?"

The men watched nervously as Harry considered the question, "of course I will. Do you need anything else or can I go?"

"You can go," the man nodded. "Thank you for your help."

Harry took out the length of chain that he had been given earlier that day, "Berlin.

"What a mess," the man shook his head looking around. "He really doesn't believe in subtlety does he?"

"He normally does," Ritter shook his head at the mess. "Most of his kills look like accidents or coincidences, I guess he didn't feel like making the effort today."

"What do you think set him off?"

Ritter paused, remembering his conversation with the enigmatic Mr. Black. "The child . . . Black was angry about what they did to the child and his control slipped."

"Makes sense." The other man nodded, "better call the Coroner . . . and tell him to bring a mop."

"I'm going back to the office," Ritter held a hand in front of his nose to block out some of the smell. "Can your men keep watch here?"

"Sure," the other man nodded. "Take your time."

"I'll be back as soon as I can," Ritter took one last look at the horrifying scene and disappeared.

"You know," the man addressed his team in a low voice. "I think it's a shame that there weren't more of them here when Black arrived." The men looked at him with expressionless faces, "on the other hand he doesn't seem like the sort to stop here." He gestured towards the scene of carnage, "I'm willing to bet that we're going to find quite a few more of these in the future. I'm also willing to bet that if something like this happened again in the near future, that it would be blamed on Mr. Black."

IIIIIIIIII

Harry returned to his Hotel room and immediately started packing.

"Is there something wrong?" The Professor asked nervously, "what happened?"

"I'm going to leave here," Harry's eyes were blank. "Then I don't know what I'm going to do."

"What happened?" The Professor repeated.

"Group of death eater wannabes killed a little girl," Harry paused. "I killed them."

"I see," the Professor nodded. "Why don't you come to stay with us for a little while?"

"Stay with you?"

"Yes," the Professor nodded. "You could see the Zeppelin, and we could all talk about new inventions and forget that today ever happened."

Harry nodded, "alright."

"I'll create a Portkey," the Professor grabbed one of the free hotel pens. "You get Henchgirl."

IIIIIIIIII

"Mr. Black is in Germany sir," a large dirty man addressed a shadowed figure. "What do you want us to do?"

"See about contacting him," the shadowed figure replied. "See if he's willing to give us the same deal he gave to the Italians."

"That might not be a good idea sir," the man licked his lips nervously. "Black's not in a very good mood right now."

"What happened?"

"A group of blood purists killed a child," the large man replied. "Black killed several, but not all of them and I don't think he would be very happy to see anybody right now."

"I see . . . tell the men," the shadowed figure paused. "Tell them that it's open season on blood purists, the sooner they're gone the sooner Black will leave the country."

"Do you still want to obey Black's rules?"

"What did he do to the purists?" The shadowed figure asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm told that the Coroner is going to have to spend most of the next week trying to figure out what parts belong to who," the large man replied. "And several of the cops are saying that we're in the calm before the storm, they say that Black's about to go on a rampage."

"Follow Black's rules," the shadowed figure nodded. "And start dealing with the purists, the sooner they're gone the sooner Black will leave."

"Yes sir"

AN: It has come to the attention that I've been using American terms rather than British ones. This is because um . . . it's a very subt.i.tle plot point, you see Harry's piercings of translation are on the American English setting and that's why, yeah that's it. It got a bit long so I decided to cut things off here, I will try to get another part out soon.

Thanks go to Ed Becerra for the idea that a portable Floo should look like a cigarette lighter, that's much better than the idea that I had.

Thanks go to CJ for the idea of making a special Floo powder for the Zippos.

j.a.panese-jew – I think that Hagrid really believed what he said. But based on what we've seen: if Hogwarts is the best then I weep for the wizarding world. I think that Hogwarts is one of the more prestigious schools in Europe, but I don't know about it being the best.

Zaxxon – I agree

OMAKE

"MR. BLACK IS HERE"