Solas knew that face. Knew that voice, he had been seeing it for the last 300 years in his dreams. Finally, he thought, he would finally be able to see if the woman would hold up to the dreams.

So far, she was just like in his dreams. Commanding and sly. She seemed to know exactly who she was, and was unafraid to let others see her as she was. Her magic was the one thing that was unexpected, he did not expect it to be so enthralling.

"Who was that?" the herald asked, he too was watching as she walked away. Solas tensed slightly until he saw the amusement on the man's face, it wasn't the look of a man that was interested in a woman, but more of a new kind of entertainment kind of look.

"Ah, that was Harley Rose Potter, Harry to her friends. Do try to be friends. I've seen what she does to those she considers enemies not a pretty sight.

"Oh, really?" the Herald got a rather wicked grin on his face.

"Yes, we had quite a few venatori agents to get through to get here. Not to mention she took out an entire scouting party to get me here in time to give you some warning." The tevinter mage stated.

"Sounds interesting" this was from Bull.

It was all Solas could do not to growl. There were to many things up in the air right now. For her to show up now of all times, still he would rather find her than have to keep waiting.

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Harry went looking for supplies, this many people would need a great deal of supplies. She also knew that with what little time they had been given there was no time to actually collect all that they would need. She found the kitchens and opened up one of her bags and pulled out a very small trunk.

A very special trunk. This trunk was capable of holding the entire kitchen and more if need be. Right now it was empty because she had other things for carrying her stuff, but when she found the trunk, in one of her many manors back home she had seen how useful it might be.

She summoned every bit of food and most of the cooking utensils they would be needed. Next she went to find where blankets and other handy things were. She got all she could find before finding the tunnel with the rest of those fleeing.

It was sad in a way, but this was not the time to challenge the dragon or its master. She could feel that would not be for sometime. Oh, she could take it out now, but she sensed that there were things in play, things that needed to happen first.

She had a feeling she would be seeing Death in her dreams when she finally got some sleep.

Harry was one of the last few out of the tunnel she was walking with most of the injured trying to make sure that they were all able to get up the mountain. She sure as hell hoped these people had a plan of some sort. Most of these people would not make it very far in the wild, they were too used to living in some sort of village.

After hours of walking they made it over the pass and into the little valley where they would be able to set up camp and plan out their next move.

As they had been walking, the horned man, who Harry learned was named The Iron Bull, the elf Solas, and the dwarf Varric had caught up with them. Solas had been walking with Harry in the back with the injured, but when they got to the valley was asked by, the Commander, Cullen she thought his name was to help set up the camp. Harry had discreetly handed him the trunk and told him what was in it. Also she set it so that the non-magicals would be able to pull things out of it.

Solas had been genually surprised by that bit of magic. From what Harry had observed practical magics were not all that common here.

Harry set up her small tent in the grove of trees behind the med tent, but was kept quite busy with the injured to actually use it.

xxx

A few hours later there was a rush of people, as the news of the sighting of the Herald was being passed around.

Harry rushed to the med tent to see if she could be of help. Image her surprise when everyone turned to her to heal him. Apparently she was the best magic healer of the bunch, even surpassing Solas.

Harry ran the diagnostic charm on the man. Coming up with broken ribs and his hand being the most in need of care.

"Well I can fix the rib and the frostbite, but I can do nothing about is hand." I told them.

"What about his hand it is stable, is it not?" the lady in the gold finery asked hesitantly.

"Not really, whatever happened caused it to flair up, it should settle down soon. That is not what I am talking about though. It is killing him. I think it a good thing you did not use the mages for the closing of the breach. That much magic put into the mark may have killed him faster."

Harry noticed the rather pained look on Solas's face then. It appeared as though he felt responsible for whatever had happened to give this man the mark.

"If the mark is not removed soon, it will start the leeching process. The more he uses it the worse it will get. As it is he will only have about 5 or 6 years as it stands, less if he uses it." I stated baldly. I caught the looks that they gave each other. They knew that he would have to use the mark.

"It can't be removed we already tried." A stern looking woman with a wicked scar on her cheek said.

"Hmm, I wonder" Harry mumbled to herself. She was starring out into nothing as if lost in thought.

The rest of the people fell silent looking at the young woman. They knew little about her, but from what they had seen she seemed to know a great deal of magic.

"Do you think you could find a way to remove the mark?" the stern woman asked.

"Well from what I have heard it can't be placed back into the container it came from. That tells me that both this man and the one who has the orb have changed the inherent magic that was in the orb before it was passed on. This is no doubt why the mark was not able to be returned to the orb, but if a new container was built it might theoretically be possible. Only problem I doubt any of us have the actual means of creating a new orb." Harry stated.

"What circle did you come from, my dear? You seem well versed in magical theory." The rather imposing black woman asked.

"Ah, yes circles, do you really think that I come from one of those rather horrid institutions? That they would even allow someone to study something like that in the first place. That they wouldn't have tried to turn me into some mindless drone?"

Dorian had given her the grim view of how these people treated those with magic. There would have been no way Harry would have allowed them to impose any of that nonsense on her.

"There is no need to be so hostile, my dear."

"No need? Am I to take it that you condone such actions?"

"I believe that the circles are a necessary precaution. There are those that simply need to be watched. Sadly mages can do far to much damage without proper authority watching them."

"Yes, because why wouldn't someone want to escape prison. That's what you are doing imprisoning people, just because they are born different than everyone else."

"It is necessary, mages pose to much of a threat. There needs to be precaution both for the mages and for everyone else." Cullen stated looking between the women.

"The only thing you people are doing is giving them the reasons to turn, without hope people get desperate. You will learn this, how you learn it is up to you. It will either get really bad or you will all need to see a different path out of this darkness. You help no one by treating anyone this way."

Harry knew she was getting to the point where her temper was going to end up costing her so she focused her attention on the still sleeping herald. She started casting the spell to fix his ribs, she knew that he would be in for a rough few days as she could not give him any pain potions.

He was a good looking man. He had brown hair, a chiseled jaw line and sharp cheekbones. All together making him quite handsome.

He let out a groan as she worked. She watched as his eyelids fluttered, he opened his eyes, and Harry was taken aback by the very violet shade of his eyes. A woman back home would kill for that color.

"What…" he started to get up only to let out a groan and collapse back down to the pallet.

"Well, I guess that will teach you to move before I tell you to. So good news or bad first?" I asked him seeing as it was his life. I felt he should be at least be informed of the fact that he got a real shity deal.

"Good I guess" he looked up at me.

"Your going to live, yay you" Sarcasm was one of the best inventions mankind had ever come up with, it conveyed so much,

He let out a small huff, he obviously got the sarcasm. He starred at me with glittery eyes, "And now for the bad" I could literally taste the sarcasm that coated his words. I looked down at him knowing I had just made my new best friend. He got me as I got him. Fred had been the last person that had given me that feeling. Fred who was so like his twin but not, he was the one that was more brash, more cunning. We had been through so much. He was there for it all. He got me, my anger, my need for revenge that of course he helped me get. He had not cared about the girl-who-lived shit, just her. Harry could only hope it would be the same with this man.

"Your arm is killing you. The more you use it, the less time you have." Harry looked at him with knowing eyes. She knew he had no choice, but to use it. Not only did he have an evil Horcrux making bastard after him, and no she was not upset by that at all, (snicker) but he also had an entire world hoping he could fix their problems for them. Why did that sound familiar, oh yeah. "So no pressure or anything. It's not like the world is depending on you or anything."

He let out a small laugh. She knew that he was going to try anyway, she had been there. Had felt as he did now once upon a time. She then wondered if she could trick him into a fancy new cloak that came with its very own ring and stick. Too bad he wasn't a mage it might have worked. She knew that was never going to happen but, that didn't she wasn't above pawning them off on people.

"No, it's not like it is the end of the world after all. I might just take a nap or hell I could always take a vacation. I hear the Korcari Wilds are beautiful this time of year."

There was a few snickers behind us, as well as a few huffs. Some people would never get that people like them needed to get the humor out otherwise the trouble would just lead to waking up with an empty bottle of whiskey and no idea where you had left your *cough* broom.