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Archaia's return to Forbes was a nightmare for him. Forbes was the name of a huge complex, invisible from the outside, and more secret than any other complex in the world. It was the headquarters of the secret organisation he worked for. Skulking in through the main doors, he was hit by about a dozen scanning waves which checked who he was. One thing that made his organisation so powerful was that it used a mixture of magic and muggle technology. It ensured that they had every technological advancement, whilst also giving them the edge in the wizarding world. No one could simply join their ranks. New members were hired judging from their skill in certain areas, and no one could join if they weren't incredibly powerful with magic or mechanics.

And no one had a choice about joining. If this place wanted you, you didn't have a say in the matter.

Archaia tried to avoid all contact with the other employees. He didn't belong here, he thought miserably.

"Hey Arky." Archaia froze, eyes narrowing behind one-way sunglasses.

"Don't call me that."

"Ooh touchy today, aren't we?" behind him stood a man whose purpose in life, it seemed, was to make his a misery. He had done so since Archaia had first been brought here. Sidney didn't like him, and showed it in every way possible – whether it was filling his desk with flobberworms, or openly ridiculing him whenever he did the slightest thing wrong. "Where have you been? You weren't scheduled to go anywhere."

"Sod off. I don't need to explain myself to you."

"I know where you've been anyhow. Been to see Harry Potter, haven't you?" Archaia snarled. "'I brought you a wittle snakey Harry darling, encase you get lonely'" Sidney laughed. "How noble, Arky. But not part of the job." Archaia was shaking with anger now. But he could do nothing. Sidney was further up the chain of command, and could make his life very unpleasant. More so than he already did. Death unpleasant. Sidney suddenly pushed him backwards into the entrance hall wall, and white hot pain coursed through Archaia's shoulderblades. He bit back a cry of pain, determined not to show weakness. "Watch it, Arky. Because we're watching you."

Harry didn't know why the students of Hecaté's were required to stay at the school for the summer holidays. After a few days, Harry was bored stupid. He'd had a letter from Hermione asking what Hecaté's was like – he'd answered that it was big, posh and boring – but he hadn't heard back from the person he most wanted to – Midnight.

flashback

"Yes. I think we can help each other." Midnight frowned, sitting up to give Harry a calculating look.

"How so?" Harry glanced around the room. There was no way Archaia's organisation could hear him in here.

"I'm being forced to leave my home, and I need to get a message to my mate."

"I don't have an owl… or money for one…" Midnight muttered, looking ashamed.

"I'll send you my owl when I get settled in. I need them to think I'm playing their game…" Midnight looked totally confused. "All you need to know is that I'll send you some money every week, so you can stop being a hooker, and in turn you send messages to my mate with my owl, and send any reply you get back to me. But you have to code the replies so that they look innocent. Deal?" Midnight gave Harry a calculating look.

"…how much money?" Harry smiled, whispering something in Midnight's ear, which made his eyes widen. "Deal!"

End Flashback

Nothing had come back yet, but he wasn't surprised. Poor Hedwig… having to go first to Hogsmeade, then Cielo, then back to Hogsmeade, and then return here. Harry hadn't been out of his room since arriving here, and he was aching to fly. But he knew nothing of this school.

A nock at the door stirred him from his thoughts, waking Chero (his pet snake) in the process. Harry rose, pacing to the door as Chero shook his little head, yawning. Harry opened the door to a shivering Zarek. Harry raised a brow.

"H,hi Harry. I was just… just wondering how you were… I can go… yeah… bye…" Harry rolled his eyes at Zarek's behaviour. He was, without doubt, the most insecure person he'd ever met.

"It's ok Zarek. I was really bored." Zarek cocked his head, looking at Chero in awe.

"That's a beautiful snake."

"Thanks… it… it was a gift…" Harry murmured. "So, where's your room?"

"Up one level… my neighbours don't seem to like me…" Harry frowned.

"What makes you think that?"

"Well… the notes they leave on m door and the stink bombs they wedge under my door are a bit of a give away…"

"Eh screw them… they suck." Harry muttered absently. He hadn't been feeling too social since arriving here. "Want me to kill them for you?" Zarek blinked, as if trying to figure out whether Harry was being serious. "I'm not going to kill them for you." Harry said, rolling his eyes.

"Oh…well, anyway…I… I came here because I found something I thought you might like."

"Oh?"

"You probably know it already though…" Zarek said, eyes darting to the floor, looking like all meaning had just been ripped from his life. Harry felt like grabbing his chair and beating some sense into the little pine hermit, even if his Incandeche blood protested the use of violence.

"I haven't been outside my room since I got here, so unless you're going to show me that…"

"Oh no, I found a… well, I think it's an outdoor training ground for Quidditch players… but there's also a notice saying anyone wishing to use the grounds for flying are welcome to… and I read somewhere that Incandeche need regular flying." Harry felt a pang in his heart when Quidditch was mentioned. He'd left his Firebolt in Cielo… "Want to… go there or something?"

"Yeah…" Harry sighed. He didn't want to really, but Zarek could really use some friends, and he wasn't so bad once he'd stopped being so scared of everything. Plus Harry really did need regular flying. "Ok, lead the way."

Meanwhile in Cielo, Draco had just received Harry's message. It was very confusing.

Hey Midnight! I'm settled in now and sorting through my new stuff. Sorry for not writing sooner but it's been a long trip. 'Course, I'm getting used to the surroundings and it's becoming a second home. I've met someone called Zarek. He's a curious thing… Marcia too. But everyone's as welcoming as they were in Hogwarts. Hope you're staying out of trouble. Ask Mr. Sleazebreath or whatever his name is to let you have a little time off so you can pop over and see me.

I'd love to hear back from you soon Midnight. And you should drop that cocaine habit too.

See ya,

Harry.

"What the hell?" Draco asked, frowning at Hedwig.

Harry was thunderstruck as they entered the training arena. It was at least the size of Hogwarts' Quidditch pitch, if not more. It seemed to be split into two parts, one for quidditch and one just for flying. A handful of students had taken advantage already, and were flying around on their brooms. A small game of quidditch was taking place on the quidditch side, and Harry was itching to join them. But it seemed like only a quaffle was being used, so most of the fun had been taken out.

Harry took his eyes off the game and raised them to the sky, feeling the warm July sun on his faces and a cool breeze ruffle his feathers. It felt good to be outside again.

"Finally…. A place to fly…"

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