Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the character's from those Books. JK Rowling does. The OC's of this fanfic's are mine unless stated otherwise.
We did not not use our wands much in that month as we read trough our supplementary books in the following week and then spent the next two going over our course books a bit. It was strange. Our spell books seemed to cover the Incantation, name and wand movement of the spells as well as detailing what they did. But most of the books did not have anything like that they were about potions and history. Even tough the supplementary books we were guided towards covered that subject one would think the course book would cover things better for someone who had no prior knowledge of the magical world. It did not, the wording in and on itself seemed off. As if it had not been changed since before the wars. As the last week came we got back to reading our supplementary books again and we attempted a few simple spells like the Unlocking spell.
As the last day came we spent the day together before the evening. When I walked into my room I looked in the mirror my hair was back to its normal length. Or close to it. The stripes of random colors were still present if a bit faded. Still had to get the hang of how I did it. Then came the thing I had been wondering about since McGonnegall's last visit. How to turn myself into a dog. She had mentioned a sensation I had as a trigger for the transformation. But it was lost to me, I had felt something. Was it anguish? How could I make myself feel anguish at will. I had to ask her for those side lessons I thought as I went to bed. It was an early rise the next morning. The next morning we took our last few things into our suitcases before we left for the train station. There we looked quite a while for platform 9 3/4 until I saw some people running trough a barrier. I asked Hermione if she could see it too and she agreed after she saw people running trough it as well. Both Mom and Dad agreed that it was a brick pillar as well so we at least agreed on what it was. "We'll meet you here for the Christmas holiday." Dad said. "Do take care of each other. You help your sister have a life outside of the books. And you keep your brother out of trouble." Mom said as she looked at the one she directed her command to.
As we walked into the brick pillar we entered another train station. It seemed as if we had gone from the middle of London to its outskirts at least. As the tunnel the train stood in led out to lush greens. At least from where we stood. There were loads of people there. Students ranging from our own age to teens and young adult's. We took our trolley's over to the train and boarded it and found a coupe that wasn't full. There was one other boy in there. He had dark hair and was a little plump but he seemed pleasant. I opened the door and asked "Hey, can we sit in here?". The boy seemed startled but nodded."Sure... My name is Neville." He said shyly as we were putting our cases onto the racks. "I'm Eagle. And this is Hermione." I said as I sat down. Hermione sitting there with two books next to herself and one that she was reading. "Will you be reading the entire train ride?" I asked as I leaned against the wall. "No, just to pass the time." She said and turned back to her book. "She have a bit of trouble dealing with real things." I half whispered to the boy named Neville. He got a small smile as he looked between the two of us as the train began. One primp and proper girl who liked books and one guy that seemed odd for him, not a wizard, not a muggle. At least not any kind of muggle that he had seen before.
As the train ride went on our conversations became less and less as we exhausted what we were comfortable talking about to each other at that point. I went into my suitcase and found the Dawnset book.
Hello heir of mine. If you are reading this then that means I passed during the Second Great War of the muggles. Or to be precise its Wizarding compotent. I and Lund escaped its onslaught in our village by the thread of my sweater. Quite literately. It stuck itself to a sturdy twig after I jumped off of a cliff.
But that is not what's important here. What's important is for you to know something about your heritage. We the Dawnset's have a manor here in _ that should fall to you now. Its protections is quite extensive and ancient. I am sitting here right now, transferring notes of my journey's to it. I do hope you are as pure of heart as I am otherwise dear Lund may decide to leave the family. He is trustworthy and I hope you'll meet him one day. Today is the 28th of Feburary. I've been asked by Albus to join him as he finally heed's the calls of so many that couldn't make the journey from Central and Eastern Europe over to England and the few bastions in Western Europe. He knows that he is strong, most of the Wizarding world knows it. Grindewal's men knows it. But he also knows he can be overpowered as anyone can if faced with enough enemies. Me, my two brother's and sister will aid him along with a few others I believe. I have yet to meet them. Supposedly we will meet at the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow before we head out.
The next page had a picture glued to it. It contained 6 men and two women. In the center of this was an older man, a beard that reached his breast and hair that flowed past his shoulders. On his right shoulder stood a bird, a phoenix. To his right stood a man with dark gray hair, yet nowhere near as old as the man that stood next to him. His hair was short, barely going past his ears. There on his belt was the wand knife of the Dawnset. And on his shoulder was another phoenix. The men on either side of the men with the phoenixes seemed daring as if wanting, almost longing for what were to come. The two with the phoenixes on the other side were calm and did not look upon what were to come with glee. The next two men were half scared but adamant. Then there were the two women, they were harder to read as if they tried to block out anything and everything about what they were about to do.
The next page continued.
1940- May.
I've been here for almost a month now. We are safe now. Me, my sister and brother's. If only I could say the same for my brethren back home. Grindevald must be pissed that he could not get his hand on the Dawnset wand. Not that it would have worked for him. Only one with the blood of our founder can manage that. I checked our vault in Gringots upon arriving. It was filled with object's and gold so we should be safe for now.
We have been tasked with insurgency fighting in Grindeval'd regions of control by Spencer-Moon. He truly stepped it up quickly in comparison to his predecessor. Or our current Minister in Scandinavia. He almost welcomed Grindevald in and said 'Hey you want to annihilate one of our largest and most powerful families? Sure no problem.' The wand will self destroy if there is no one with our blood left. Moody family have joined us in this undertaking, Almost as one that family joined with that question. That makes us 30 right now. Poor Alastor, just him his mother and siblings left. And a few of his family that isn't auror's.
1940- June
Back again. We struck hard in France with the aid of some wizards of the region. Luckily for us the wizarding French are not as pacifistic as their muggle counter part's. We took out a few barrack's full of Grindevald's men. We lost Liam tough. My sister isn't too happy at the moment. It struck her quite hard I think. That month over there was tougher than any of us thought it would be.
We had to disappear quickly afterward tough as word came the day before we did it that Grindevald and a group of his topmost men were to come over for an inspection. It was not something we wanted to be around for. And as we apperated we lost Mia. She will be missed by the Moody family.
1940- August
Sorry for the delay here. We had so much to go over after our first outing. The ministry wanted to make it more cohesive and backed by our Muggle counterparts. For now our numbers are up to 50. Tough we are divided into teams of ten we will be operating in the same regions for safety reasons.
1940- September
We've been out again. It was interesting. We were never in the same region for more than a few days. Scoping out locations and preparing attack's. Some were done for our muggle counterpart's as they believe it or not have a higher chance of success. We don't know why but Intel we have gotten says that the two wars are connected. Grindevald and Hitler working together. Either one on its own would be a great evil. The two together, is beyond anyone's imagining right now. And this means that we most likely can not help the muggle prison worker's either. That was plans we had been making for weeks based off of muggle aerial view's as well as broom surveillance. That was until someone was dumb enough to attempt to fly right over it. His broom smashed into pieces and he died upon landing, had yet to learn how to apperate.
We've lost the mainland. No open battles are allowed until further notice. I'm not sure who screamed the loudest at that. My sister or Drew Moody. The Moody family as a whole took those news harsh they were an Auror family and the knowledge that death was around any corner was something they got into their head before they had their first breast milk. And that family motto- Constant Vigilance. This will be the last report I leave until we are activated again.
1940- October
It seems my fear of sitting still for months or years were quite false. Muggle as well as wizards take part in the enemy aerial attacks across the Isles. We have been reassigned to lead to defensive measures here. We have have been given a plane each and spent a week or so giving it the runes and magic we think it could need to give us an edge. An undetectable extension charm on the fuel tank was one of the simplest and most genius ideas we had for it. Giving us almost 10 times the range of any normal plane of the same model.
Our first engagement was hard for us. We were up in the air before. But never with anyone shooting at us. We had just tested our spells and runes on a sheet of the same steel that were used on our planes and shoot at it with guns and spells. It absorbed or deflected it with ease. But up here we were thrown around as if it was just a broom. When we were not being hit tough it was easy to fly. I can not say we ever won a battle in the air. But the results of their attacks certainly would be worse without us. At worst the complete destruction of the major cities.
We spent the times between the air raid's helping set up protective charms around the cities that seemed to be targeted the most.
1940- December
Nothing much have changed since the last entry. But we have gathered for a Christmas celebration. We have not known each other for long but its relationships we would not exchange for anything at this point. Well with the exception of this war never starting. We have all lost something in this war. My brother's two fingers on his wand hand. How he managed to lose them, but his wand is whole I don't know but he is still whole as a person. He almost laugh's it off right now. It was an accident while in one of those planes so it was not much he could have done I suppose. Most of us have taken to transfiguring everything we don't need fine control over to stone before we enter combat after that. Not necessary to risk certain organ's so much.
I had a small smirk across my face at that comment and it got me to check the watch. It had been a bit and I had been visualizing all that my father must have gone trough in those early months of World War 2 as we had gotten to calling it at that time. "Where did she go?" I asked as I looked out the window. "Trever got out and she went looking for him." Neville said. "Trevor?" I asked confused. I had tuned out everything while reading apparently, more than Hermione. That was different. Usually it was the other way around. "I'll help. Which direction did she go to look for him. And eh, what sort of animal is Trevor?" I asked as I closed the book and laid it next to myself. "She went up and its a toad." Neville said and pointed behind himself. "OK, I'll go down then." I said and got up. "Should probably get the outer robes on." I said as I opened the suitcase and grabbed it. As I walked out of the coupe I took it on and started down towards the end of the train opening doors and asked if anyone had seen a toad.
Three carriages down I got into a room with two redhead's that looked quite a like. And a dark skinned boy. "Have any of you seen a toad?" I asked after opening the door. "A toad?" One of the redhead's said "We thought our brother was daft for having a rat for a pet. Who would have a toad." The second one said. "One I'm sharing a coupe with." I said. "We'll let you know if we see one." The dark skinned boy said as I left. Several coupe's down I met the highest amount of laughter I'd heard from a stupid question. One small little boy and two great apes that seemed to know how to talk. Back to the coupe I Neville and Hermione shared.
"You should probably get changed as well." Neville said as I had told him the bad news. After changing I heard a bit of commotion a few coupe's up so I went to have a look. There was the blond kid again with his two great apes. Heading back down. "Found the toad?" I asked as I found Hermione there. "No. You've gotten out of your book I see. Weren't you complaining about me half hour before?" She asked. "Are the two of you related?" A dumb witted red head asked. "Somewhat. Are you the daft one with a rat?" I asked in return "Daft one? Who told you that?" He responded. "Two people who looks eerily similar." I said. In response. "Well. I'd get changed if I were you. I were up to the conductor and he said we were nearly there." Hermione said and walked back to our coupe and I followed her. "Do you know who that was?" She asked as we were on our way back. "A redhead that seems like have no idea how anything works?" I asked. "No, the other one." She responded. "No idea." I said. I had honestly not been looking over them with a magnifying glass. "That was Harry Potter. He'll be in our year. Everyone seems to have colors on their robes if they've been sorted and they seem to wear their robes from they got on the train." She said. It was true. Most people that seemed to be older wore colored robes from they got on the train even tough most waited a bit to get into their uniform's until later. Most younger ones did not wear the uniform if even their robes until recently. On my way back up I had seen some get out their robes if not their uniforms as well.
AN:
Please do tell me if you want me to change from the first person perspective to third person limited(The standard fantasy book- or most books really- perspective.) If everything goes well, this should shift by chapter 9 at the latest. Currently hit a snag on chapter 6 :/
