Harry II and The Leewit II both flinched back as Kreacher reappeared with a fancy silver locket on a silver chain.

"That's disgusting!" Harry II exclaimed as he forced himself not to throw up.

"What is it?" Remus asked curiously, not seeing anything unusual about the old piece of jewelry.

"I"m not sure," Sirius said, "but I vowed to destroy it, so let's take it out back and melt it."

"Stop touching it with your bare hands," The Leewit II ordered the decrepit old elf, "it's affecting you."

Kreacher immediately dropped it, vanishing and reappearing with a cast iron fireplace poker that he used to pick it up. The group made their way through the decrepit mansion into a massive backyard overgrown with weeds, ivy covering the outdoor furniture and paths.

"Should be a firepit somewhere around here," Sirius said, gesturing to the jungle that the backyard had turned into.

"Lift and cut?" Harry II asked The Leewit II.

The Leewit II nodded and spun a dozen threads, weaving them among the vines and pulling them from the ground.

Harry II wove his own threads and sliced through the plants allowing The Leewit II to throw them to the side before she lifted another section for him to cut.

Sirius, Remus, and Kreacher watched in disbelief as the pair wandlessly cleared the walkways and furniture without much effort.

"You two are scarily powerful," Sirius offered.

"It's skill, not power," The Leewit II said, a bit offended.

"That just makes it even more scary," Sirius said.

"Are you saying you couldn't do this?" Harry II asked, surprised as The Leewit II unwound ivy from around a lamppost for him to cut.

"Not without a wand," Sirius said.

"And even with a wand it'd take us longer," Remus added.

"Almost as good as an elf's work," Kreacher grumbled, wide eyed.

"Firepit," Sirius said as they uncovered a dip in the ground surrounded by bricks piled haphazardly.

"It's poorly constructed," The Leewit II noted.

"I was eleven and had a lot of stuff to burn," Sirius said with a shrug. "Never got a chance to fix it up."

Harry II gestured and moved his fingers like he was manipulating a puppet, the bricks lining themselves up and the edges melting together. "Huh, didn't know if that would work, I've only used it on steel before."

"Much better," The Leewit II said proudly, making Harry II beam.

Sirius waved his wand a half dozen times, vanishing all the debris from inside the pit. "Okay, let's destroy it."

Kreacher tilted the fireplace poker, dropping the locket in the firepit, eager to see it destroyed.

"Incendio," Sirius incanted and sent a stream of fire into the pit for nearly a minute. "And done."

"Nope, looks fine," Harry II said as he looked into the pit and saw the locket was unharmed.

"What?" Sirius asked and looked at the locket sitting pristine on the dry cracked earth.

"Reducto?" Remus suggested.

"On three," Sirius agreed. "One, two, Reducto!"

"Twin blasts of red light came from the pair's wands, blasting away dirt and making the hole deeper but doing nothing to the locket.

"What is that thing made of?" Remus asked with a frown before the two started casting various spells to identify the object.

"It's got a lot of protections," Sirius said with a frown.

"It's also seriously dark," Remus added. "Where did you get it?" he asked Kreacher.

"Master Regulus be stealing it from the Dark Lord and ordering Kreacher to destroy it, but Kreacher being too weak," the house elf whined.

"This came from Voldemort?" Sirius asked. "But Regulus was a follower!"

"Good Master deciding Dark Lord being not worth following," Kreacher said loyally. "It being why Dark Lord being killing good Master Regulus."

"My brother turned on the dark idiot," Sirius said in wonder, eyes tearing up. "Well if Reggie wanted it destroyed, I'll see it destroyed!"

Remus nodded, laying a hand on his oldest friend's shoulder and giving it a squeeze before the pair waved everyone back and rained every destruction spell they could think of, but after ten minutes of continual spell casting, the locket remained undamaged in a much larger and deeper hole in the ground.

"Damnit!" Sirius cursed tiredly. "Nothing we've done has even put a mark on the thing."

"Fiend Fire?" Remus suggested cautiously.

"Too destructive," Sirius said, "and unless you've practiced with it, it's as likely to destroy all of us along with the locket as just the locket."

"Can you attack the protections on the amulet?" The Leewit II asked. "Destroy the protections and you can destroy the amulet since attacking the amulet directly doesn't seem to be doing much."

Harry gestured and frowned. "It's eating my threads."

"Yeah, the protections on it are using all the magic we're throwing at it to protect itself," Sirius said. "We need a curse breaker or…" He looked thoughtful.

"Or?" Remus asked.

"An AK would do it," Sirius said.

Remus winced. "That's an unforgivable."

"Oh a person it's unforgivable," Sirius said, "on an object, not so much."

"Do you have the strength for it?" Remus asked.

"Eh… Yeah, just give me a couple of minutes to recover and I should be able to."

"I thought it only worked on living things," Harry II said. "Hard to kill an object."

"Avada Kedavra is Aramaic and translates to 'Let the thing be destroyed'," Remus explained. "Generally a Reducto is much easier to cast, not to mention it's dark magic, which should be avoided if at all possible."

"It requires hate to cast, but thankfully I hate Voldemort enough for all of us, so it should be easy," Sirius said.

"I don't think I've ever seen anything so resistant to damage before," Remus said.

"Thankfully nothing is indestructible no matter how dark it is," Sirius said. "If it somehow survives an AK I'll just take it to an island or something and cast Fiend Fire before apparating out."

Remus winced. "If it survives an AK I would suggest we contact Dumbledore for his assistance in destroying it. I'm relatively sure he can cast, and more importantly extinguish, Fiend Fire."

Sirius considered that. "Yeah, that sounds like a much better idea."

"Just being near it is making me feel nauseous," Harry II said.

"It feels…" The Leewit II frowned as she tried to find the right words.

"Like greasy putrid air just before a lightning strike," Sirius offered.

"Yes, exactly like that," The Leewit II agreed, surprised.

"That's the feel of Necromancy," Sirius said, "which is when you muck about with the dead."

"Your people do that?" The Leewit II asked in disbelief.

"There is nothing so stupid or wrong that some idiot won't try it," Sirius told her.

"Your people don't… muck about with the dead?" Remus asked curiously.

"Not a one," The Leewit II said firmly, "and I can't see a reason anyone would want to."

"Your people are probably better than ours then," Sirius said, "but like I said, there's always some idiot doing something they shouldn't."

"Humanity all over," The Leewit II agreed.

"Okay, let's do this," Sirius said, turning to face the pit. He drew himself up, closed his eyes, and then his face twisted up into something hateful. "Avada Kedavra!" he called out as he swung his wand forward, a sickly green light surging forth to slam into the ancient silver locket which cracked open, releasing a black mist that screamed!

Harry II and The Leewit II instinctively brought their hands up as the black mist formed a face briefly before it was shattered into little black specks that dissolved into the air.

"What in Merlin's name was that?!" Remus demanded, wide eyed.

"Something bad," Sirius said solemnly. "Something really bad that I'm going to have to talk to Dumbledore about."

"The air feels lighter," The Leewit II noted.

"Really?" Harry II asked doubtfully.

"Give it a couple of minutes," she replied.

"It's done," Kreacher said in disbelief, "Bad Master has fulfilled Good Master Regulus' last wish."

"Yes I have," Sirius said. "Now, try and clean the place, I need a drink."

"Yes, Bad Master," Kreacher said with a smile, vanishing with a pop only to reappear and hand Sirius a bottle of firewhiskey before vanishing once more.

Sirius looked at the bottle in disbelief and cast a spell on it before putting away his wand and pulling out the cork. "Cheers!"

"Don't you think you should be sober when telling Dumbledore about all of this?" Remus asked dryly.

Sirius let out a blast of fire and a belch. "No," he said, "I really shouldn't be."

"You know what that thing was?" The Leewit II asked.

"Yes, but I'm not telling you," Sirius said. "Kids shouldn't know about such things. Hell, adults shouldn't know about such things. If I had a choice, I wouldn't know about such things."

"Fair enough," The Leewit II agreed.

Sirius took one more gulp of firewhiskey and brief belch before passing the bottle to Remus along with the cork. "You can be the one to message Dumbledore, I'm going to take the kids to see if we have any wands in our collection that suits them."

Remus took a sip of whiskey before putting the cork in the bottle. "Have fun, I'm going to try and figure out how to write this all out in a way that won't cause a panic."

0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0

The ramp thumped onto the dry cracked dirt.

"No one cleaned up the place after the battle?" The Leewit asked as they stepped out onto a plain littered with rusted hulks and burnt twisted remains of armor and weapons.

"Long ago it was," Yoda said, "cost of cleanup more than it was worth they decided."

"Scavengers have probably picked over everything," Shaw offered, "but the majority of it was left. I'm guessing this sector is rich in minerals so it just wasn't worth the risk of setting off unexploded ordnance till long past the time it was valuable."

"Okay," The Leewit said. "I suppose this is a pretty safe place to practice. Now, to start, how well can you rell Klatha or in your terms, sense the energies of the Force?"

"Force, everywhere is, sense it we both can," Yoda assured her.

The Leewit nodded, feeling Harry's interest as he enjoyed her teaching even if he already knew the lessons. "Alright, the first step is to reach out for klatha and weave it into threads."

The two Jedi paid close attention while she demonstrated.

"Huh," Shaw said, "I never even thought of doing that before."

"Interesting," Yoda said, eyes gleaming as he cautiously copied what he sensed her doing.

"Good," The Leewit said, watching Shaw cautiously follow Yoda's example. "Now, you need to do that a dozen more times and then weave that into a line."

The two Jedi quickly followed her instructions, finding it surprisingly easy to do. "The next step is to attach your line to something," she said. "Pick something you won't mind hitting yourself in the face with."

The two Jedi turn to look at her in disbelief, but she just grinned.

Half an hour later

*BOOM*

"Um… are we sure this isn't a path to the Dark Side?" Shaw asked Yoda.

The aged Jedi chuckled. "Sense any anger or hate in them do you?"

*BOOM*

Harry laughed and The Leewit giggled as they caused seemingly random explosions and telekinetically flung things into the atmosphere, breaking the sound barrier with loud cracks.

"No, mostly joy and humor," Shaw admitted, "though it's hard to sense anything from them to be honest."

Yoda nodded. "Destructive these techniques may be, but dark they are not." He gestured and a long forgotten duroplast boot flew high up into the sky before erupting into a fireball, making him giggle.

"I forgot I was the only sane one here," Shaw muttered to himself before choosing a rusted hunk of metal the size of his fist and attaching a line to it, learning it was part of a water reclamation system sometime in the distant past. He twitched the line and the hunk of metal took off like it was launched on magnetic rails, punching a hole through the decayed hull of a spaceship.

Yoda smiled as his student's expression began to brighten as he searched for another piece of debris to launch. He'd spent nearly a year trying to get his padawan to relax and embrace the joy that could be found in being a Jedi to little success. If he'd known destructive Force techniques would have helped he'd have started on them from day one!

The ancient master of the Jedi arts giggled as he rapidly fired a dozen chunks of metal at a ship's hull, making a smiley face, while the two younglings were trying to discover what materials made the largest explosions.

Typing By: Abyssal Angel

Beta By: Abyssal Angel and Mist of Shadows