*Kiley had really lost a lot of blood at the battle. She had a gash on her arm and another on on her back, both of which had been delt to her via the use of magic and would therefore need to heal on their own. She was exausted and in pain but for the most part okay.

Kiley opened her eyes to find herself in a private ward in mungos. Everything was pristine white with the light of the morning pouring through the open shades on the window. It hurt her eyes, She tried to sit up a little and cringed*

Coldstone Harshing held onto the bar at the bottom of her bed. He looked right at her and had been channeling healing waves into her system since she was brought in, converting his own energy to repairing magic. She had come round finally, his eyes widened as he moved around the bed and sat on the cushions beside her body,

They had tried to give him a bed but he had resisted them and healed himself to the best of his ability. He had patched up major injuries and had changed his robes from his battle black robes to a smart emerald green overroad with a glistening cloak over the top. He had tied his grey hair back into a samurai braid. He looked almost...majestic.

"Welcome back," he said in his usually sour voice, but he smiled ever so slightly afterwards which changed the mood of the whole morning.

*Kiley looked over to Harshing, suprised to find him there in the first place, let alone alredy there as if he had been waiting for er to wake up. She rubbed her eyes and licked her lips, which were dry and cracked.* "How long have I been out? What happened to Sentinus? Did we win?" *He voice was a little raw from screaming and yelling curses.*

He laughed, it was the same laugh of enjoyment when he tortured people, the same cold laugh that left people begging for mercy. He answered the questions in turn:

"You have been resting for three days."

"Sentinus is with the Dementors of Azkaban. He is being held their under Dementor control. They performed the kiss on him while you were fainting. Consequently the Family has completely fallen apart. Most of the members lost the will to fight and surrendered. The rest were executed on sight under my orders."

"Yes. We did win."

He clasped his hands together. For once he wasn't drawing his wand and punishing the girl before him. She had earned something very special, Harshing's respect.

*She had been sleeping for three days? She must have been in bad shape. The laugh chilled her, bringing back memories of torture. She was chilled again by the news of the kiss. Although she believed that Sentinus deserved it,it was still a disturbing though; to not have a soul. But all of that was forgotten when he said that they had won. A smile slowly crept across her face and she closed her eyes and mouthed the words.* "we won we won we won we won..." *Kiley opened her eyes again* "What's going to happen to Hogwarts now? Who's taking over?"

Harshing got off the bed and started to pace around the ward. "I know these will not be your wishes at all, and I know you have always opposed this. But I have decided to instate myself as Headmaster of Hogwarts." He looked at her then explained. "I am the only person in the Resistance who was capable both magically and intellectually to run an institute for Youngsters. Scone has gone completely insane and has had to be locked away in our new headquarters..."

*Kiley was silent for a moment. The thought of Harshing running the school was a little terrifying. But the more she thought about it, maybe it wouldn't be all that bad.* "I'd rather have you as headmaster than someone that can't really be trusted." *She said quietly. Part of the reason that she was agrgeeing was that Harshing appeared to be actually asking her about it, like her opinion was valuable. She shifted a little in the bed.* "Where's the new headquarters? Why do we need to continue the resistance if the family is over?"

Harshing nodded as he continued his carefully thought out actions. "I have moved my Italian tower to a beautiful place in the south of Wales. Its hovering over a nice little waterfall with extreme protection on it. Its called Torre Delgi Angeli... or The Tower of Angels. It is to become the HQ of not the resistance but the Protectors."

He looked at her with a smile on his face. "Now more than ever there is a need for guidance, gangs and mobs are running the streets, there are rumours circulating that the Lestrange Brothers are on the rampage. The Protectors will attempt to restore order. The Tower of Angels will be the Protectors HQ and the Ministry of Magic for a small amount of time. I have resumed complete official command over Wizarding Britain and I shall relinquish it to a coucil of Protectors as soon as the Chairwoman has finished healing."

*Kiley listened to him in silence, noddind every few moments in agreement with him. She noticed that he had changed and was now very different from what he had been before. He almost seemed like a real person. WHen he mentioned the chairwoman and healing, it took her a moment to really process what he ment. Her cheeks flushed as she looked up at him* "Me? You want me to be the leder of The Protectors?" *Kiley was understanding what he ment, but knew there had to be a mistake. Harshing hated her, and now, with all the power he had and her laying in bed with no way to fight him, he was handing her power as well?*

He laughed that icy laugh again. "No. I want you to Chair a council of protectors. I thought long and hard about this and I concluded that If I was to be a Dictator then people would hate me. I decided that the best way to control Britain would be through a democratic council. And the leader of the resistance would hold enormous respect. If you were to become a Patron/ Chairwoman it would look very good."

*Kiley imagined herself as the chair of the Protectors for a moment. It was a wonderful thought. But then, she remembered why the resistance had come about int he first place.* "But people know about my...condition." *Her voice was hesitant and muted* "They're not going to want...a person like me as the chair."

Harshing's smile faded and his face became grim. "What people want and what they shall have are quite different," he hissed, "The Protector's have a moral duty to enforce peace, whether that be through committees..." He looked out of a window, "...or force. Either way we SHALL restore order to this wasteland."

"No doubt there will be opposition to your... affliction.... but who is there to possibley oppose us?" He laughed.