We landed on the east side of Base 11, more affectionately known as 12 Grimmauld place. It wasn't the real place, but it had some sentimental value to a couple of the heads, namely Hermione, Harry, Ron, and, for some reason, Draco. While I don't really know the story behind those four, I think that it's pretty obvious that Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Draco have an interesting past together.

I sent Ariel and Sam down to the infirmary to be looked at by a combination of magical healers, and mutant healers. This worked out to be beneficial, because the mutants knew what was wrong based on the type of mutant they were dealing with, and the magical healers could fix the problem with a wave of their wands. Yes, these people actually had wands. Freaky, right? (Says the girl with wings.)

Ducking around tents and people, both mutants and wizards alike, (I was trying to hide from the medics; Hermione, head healer, would kill me for not being treated; Harry, head Auror, would kill me for not getting strong right after a battle, because they were getting more intense with less downtime in between each one; Nudge and Angel; head of the mutant healers, would kill me for the same reason Hermione would; and Max and Fang, heads of the mutant defenses, would kill me for the same reason Harry would.) I eventually made it to Harry, Max, and Fang's office/tent thing. Really, it was a cave in the side of the mountain that we were hiding in, but was enchanted to look like a comfy tent on the inside, complete with carpet and even a couple chairs. Whoo-hoo.

"Salara, you seem more agitated than usual. Is everything okay?" stated Harry. He was always the more emotional than the other two; Fang rarely talked, and Max, well, Max just has no inside voice.

"Check out what Ariel frisked off a soldier," I said, getting straight to the point and not beating around the bush.

After taking one look at it, he muttered the spell "Manifesto." The map turned an ugly black color, with the circles and writing turning bright neon. Suddenly, the scar that was on Harry's left arm started to glow, followed by him screaming in pain.

I grabbed his wand and did the only spell I could think of that would help him. (The witches and wizards thought it would be a good idea to teach us some spells, and unlocked their wands for that purpose only.) Conjuring up the happiest memory of my life, my first flying lesson with Iggy and Gazzy, I yelled, "EXPECTO PROTRONUM!" A stag materialized out of the shiny silver mist, made to protect us from dementors, evil creatures in the wizarding world that sucked all happy memories, and eventually their soul.

"Run to the nearest healing tent as fast as you can! Tell them that the Dark Mark is burning again!" I yelled, for Harry's sake, as well as mine. I hated seeing people I cared about get hurt, and for a 15 year old, I've already seen too much of that.

With a resounding pop, Hermione and Nudge appeared.

"Oh my gosh! What happened? I thought that I heard you guys were back from the mission but I didn't expect you to actually find something! And what's this! DARK MAGIC! Oh my gosh! I thought that there was none left but I guess not and…." Nudge rambled on and on until Harry screamed again. She stopped suddenly, and went from curious 12 year old to healer in a split second.

Motioning to the stag again, which had apparated here with the two healers, I said, "Take this to Draco," with a grave expression.

Draco was our "master of the Dark Arts," at least, to himself. But he did know the most about it, and that was the key factor here. We needed someone to know why it had set off the Dark Mark in Harry's arm, but, for some reason, not his scar.

"We'll go by side-along disapparation. Are you ready Nudge?" asked Hermione when she had a hold on Harry.

"Yes," she replied. When Nudge was in healer mode, she almost turned into Fang.

Hermione looked meaningfully at me for about a minute before I realized that I was supposed to go too. Grabbing a side of her cloaks, we disapparated with a silent Nudge and, by this time, moaning Harry.