August 31
Harry Potter woke up sweating, in the smallest bedroom at 4 Privet Drive. Increasing pain spread up his legs, up his torso, and spread to his arms. Over 100 miles away, Hermione Granger was nearly at screaming point, where a stabbing pain spread through her body.
-Hogwarts-
Albus Dumbledore was deep in thought. Suddenly, crash! Resounded through his office. Every single instrument he had tracing Harry was destroyed. Pieces of metal and plastic went flying. Some of the pieces lodged themselves into the Headmaster's desk. Portraits of the former headmasters and headmistresses were yelling, while covering their heads, forgetting that all of the portraits within the castle were enchanted to be physically unbreakable. Professors Snape and Flitwick hear the commotion, and ran up, ignoring the gargoyle's protests.
"What's happening, Albus?" Filius asked while Severus leant Albus a hand.
"I don't know. I was just sitting here thinking, then things started exploding." Brushing himself off, he inspected his magical instruments." Severus raised an eyebrow, before questioning,
"What were you thinking about to make things explode?" Albus turned to Severus, before stating,
"It was not me who exploded those. It's the force of an unknown power. There was no reason for those instruments to explode." It was Filius' turn to speak up.
"What were the instruments doing? Are they dark detectors?"
"No, Filius, we have a major problem. They were tracking Harry Potter. The only reason they would ever break is if he is dead." Albus said, shaking his head.
"Well, we shall research the matter. Call a staff meeting tomorrow, Albus. I'll do some research until then." Severus said, before turning and leaving the headmaster's office, with his robes billowing behind him. Filius shrugged to Dumbledore.
"Sorry Albus, but I have absolutely no experience with magical items, especially not tracking items. Maybe either Alistair or Severus will be able to shed more light onto the situation." Albus sighed, before nodding to Filius.
"Thanks anyways, please help spread the word about the staff meeting tomorrow." Filius left Albus to his own thoughts.
-Marckle Hills-
The Creator sighed. In a thick book of tomes that automatically updated itself, two more names appeared, Hadrian James Potter and Hermione Jean Granger. He approached a silver mirror, before softly caressing the frame.
"Destiny, why did the most powerful soul-bonded be the ones to be manipulated?" The Creator sighed sadly, before turning back to his books. The certain book he was looking at, produced prophecies, that are to be predicted. Out of the book rose a figure.
"The force will be created
To stop the unstoppable.
By those banded
By destiny alone
Leave the puppeteer stranded.
With blessing of blood
And petals of rose
Land on the solstice,
Will turn gold,
With a diamond within,
Unexpected allies
And black smoke within."
By those, banded by destiny alone. The Creator knew this referred to only a soul-bonded couple. The problem was, which one was it?
-England-
A golden and silver glow surrounded Harry and Hermione, spreading out toward the sea, encasing Hogwarts, claiming over 200 acres of land, pushing through Gringotts, and through the vaults. The aura spread to the North, past Durmstrang, and out into the vast wilderness of Arctic Regions. All around, goblins and ice people alike bowed, and everywhere, there were whispers between the creatures. "The Duke of Gryffindor and Lord Silvere have returned."