Disclaimer: I am not J K Rowling or Robert Jordan and their worlds of Harry Potter and the Wheel of Time. These two created the fun little worlds I have decided to play in with no thought of profit to myself. So I promise that if I did own these I wouldn't have had Hermione with Ron, though I would have been happy to see her be married to Rand al'Thor if ever the two worlds should meet.
Chapter Nine: Little Things
Sitting at his wear polished table, eating his feast Harry found himself enjoying the music the harpist was strumming. Letting the music carry him away as the words were purely gibberish as far as he was concerned. Though that was not the case with the local patrons who were thrilled at it all. Or that's how Harry would call it as they sang along, or hooted in appreciation. These simple townsfolk were treating the old duffer like some mega-rock star giving a concert just for them.
Witnessing this had Harry wonder at how humans were always voracious connoisseurs of entertainment in their lives. Freedom from cares and stress was universal he wagered.
Joining him shortly were the other wizards. All eying his dwindling heaped up plate with unabashed longing. Though this condition didn't last long as he had the coyly smiling sweet red head running back and forth, loaded down with plates. In exchange for fat glimmering gold coins as well earned payment. It was probably too much, but he felt it worth the cost. Hearing the sounds of pleasure his mates were making as they ate, they thought it was as well.
Soon the musician was telling stories to the growing hesitant but still eager crowd. Apparently some tales were more beloved than others. One in particular had the listeners enraptured by what was said with the strummed harp as a soundtrack for what was said in a courtly flourish. Too bad the boys couldn't understand a word of this epic.
After the boys had ate their fill and the girls started to filter down, the tale being given by the old fellow had the audience utterly entranced. A few couples were clinging to each other as if envisioning the scenes. First down of the ladies to this moment was the sheepishly smiling Angelina and Alicia, whom grew incredibly jealous of the nearly licked clean plates laying in front of the boys. At a few coins from Fred and George the pretty slip of a waitress brought out more richly scented plates. Oddly at first the green eyed girl seemed stiff and cool till those coins from the twins were produced, then she lit up like a light and even flashed Harry another bright blushing smile.
Following those two being served was Tracey. Seeing the older girls' heaping feasts she made a tiny squeaked moan of desire. Again their server was stiff and a bit snippy. That is till Tracey plopped down beside a grinning, paying Blaise. As if by magic the fire tressed barmaid was all smiles and demure giggles. Meanwhile the old performer had once more pulled himself into a position to sing as he played the harp. His few initial chords had the audience scrambling to clear away tables. Sensing this was going to be fun, Harry slapped down some coins with a belly full of laughter.
"Mates this is for the other girls' meals. I don't know what is getting ready to happen, but I just want in on it. We can't always be surly, worried gits. I want to bloody well live for a change." He chuckled at their gawking at him.
"Who are you and what did you do with Harry Potter?" Blaise smirked in jest.
"I don't know? Tossed him down a white rabbit hole or something." He retorted snarkily, "I hope you don't mind. I'm not too keen on dragging him back out right now."
Saluting them he strode out to the bustling middle of the cheerful townsfolk. Unsure what he should do, he could only shrug for his watching mates. He only stood there for a short time before a slightly older girl with a long flaxen plait took his hand to lead him into an opening. Her florid pretty face smiled encouragingly at him. Blaise gave him a thumbs up as the dance started with a lively burst of notes. It was fast, complex, and terribly fun even if he stumbled a time or two.
Around and around they quick stepped and spun around. Harry's earlier laughter had returned with gusto as it escaped him in gales, and this was before the really complex bit came about! They were trading partners with a twirl! In a double stepping swing the men sent their old partners whirling to the next fellow to the left. In a slide step they caught the new lass sent their way. His own new partner was a tall woman twice his age, yet she was blushing as brightly as a nervous school girl. Awkward as he felt this was he just went with it. He had found his feet to an extent as they stumbled through the complex web of steps together. Laughing freely at each others antics and successes. At the pass she gave him a parting blown kiss, her eyes twinkling madly. It went on and on like this as he danced with a dizzying array of women from a white haired lady slightly stooped with age to a giggly girl no more than ten. Then he was back to the flaxen haired girl he began with.
She glowed as a rugged young man came in freshly bathed and indicating he wished to cut in. Bowing Harry let the pair join up. By how they only had eyes for each other, they were a couple in love. Maybe there were wedding bells in store for the pair as well, if he didn't miss his guess. Would he ever find a love to match?
Wheezing and holding his side, Harry felt a light tap on his shoulder. Looking up he saw the radiant smile of Parvati. A sight he grew ever more enchanted by each time she gifted him with it. Her dress was a light teal, with intricate but subtle embroidery of entwined white roses and pale purple lilies. She was a vision of pure perfection.
"Care if I take her place?" She smiled demurely, with her dark eyes pulling him into a dream land full of promise.
He kissed her lightly as his heart was hammering away in his chest. "I'm your's Parvati, just a quick warning though. I'm still pants at dancing though."
"I can live with that." she purred while taking his hand, "Just keep kisses like that coming."
Life slowed for Harry as he drank in the sight of this incredible witch who wanted him.
Things sped forward in a rush as the old performer struck a few chords that had the Common Room erupt into clapping laughter. One old duffer dragged a tittering grey headed woman up with him. The gaze this old fellow gave the woman was unadulterated adoration. A look that made Harry ponder on if something was broke inside himself. He craved Parvati, but the same could be said of Hermione and possibly even tiny Luna.
Was he just a reprobate pervert? He knew he most certainly was a cad of the highest order. However he truly loved Parvati and Hermione equally, with every breath he ever had or will take. Life without either was colourless and dead.
Their dance began and he was abominably hopeless at first, but then so was Parvati. They quickly pieced it together though by watching the others. Both of them grinning at it all as they learned. Skip, skip, side step, bow to each other, bow to your neighbor, spin, skip, skip, spin, and stately step... repeat, repeat, and then trade your partner. He was laughing again as was his lovely Parvati, even at the skipping sidestep trade to a new partner. Growing more and more used to these peoples idea of a dance, as well as their complexity, he loved the sense of community in the liberating experience. By the time he reached his second partner since passing Parvati on he was free of care with whom he danced with. Not even caring a whit when he was prancing about with the third witch whom came out to meet Kaliandra Sedai. She was at the moment just another human. So what if she was a witch? He was a wizard and proud of it.
Her beauty was startling, but made more so by her far too old eyes that weighed him constantly like Kaliandra Sedai's. However a different glimmer lit up her gaze. Looks like that had him blushing when given him by Parvati, but this woman was likely three times his age if her silvery grey high lights in her raven black locks were any indication. She tried to talk to him but he didn't understand a single word.
"Different tongue, not your's. Sorry." wanting to not ruin everyone's mood or offend a witch from this world who would dance, he apologized.
Next was the pretty red head who was giving him a welcoming smile full of warmth to match her demure blush. When he returned the smile she broke down into giggles. A little extra sway and flips of her skirts had him blushing too. Which had him loose his feet some. A direct cause for his return to stumbling about and striving for all he was worth to not fall and blow the whole deal. In parting she gave him an inviting saucy wink.
Yet she was not the last to throw him for a loop. Next up was a Cheshire Smiling Tracey who never said a word except in parting. "You're playing a dangerous game. Sadly you're sweetly daft enough to not know it yet."
"What game?" he worried but nearly fell as it was Daphne whom was passed to him. Her eyes were a mystery that trapped his. Momentarily dazzled he stumble clomped a handful of steps. This only served to have her smile wider. In the flash of her gorgeous grin, he felt his heart give notice its taking five while his mind froze to a dead stop. All he could do was gaze into her sloe black eyes and dark hair framed face.
Yep, he must be broken beyond repair. Had to be as she was bringing out memories he had stowed up of her sometime along the way. There was even one of helping her into the boats first year, or when they were all huddled around the fire sipping cinnamon flavored water. When had he began to see her as something besides one of Pansy's Pound Hounds? Not to be discounted was how perfect her silvery green low cut dress suited her.
Shaking his head free of cobwebs as they danced on, he fought to focus on not botching things up. Not just the dance itself too.
Partners came and went, then it was an out of breath but laughing Hermione. She was in a burgundy snug fitted dress that emphasized her bust. Unlike Daphne's that hinted at the cleavage it barely hid in its low off the shoulder style, Hermione's was a high necked number that embraced her with a ruffled lace collar. Her slender neck was highlighted by this covering. A fact that made her even more feminine and perfect, not a bit prudish for its conservative design.
Both afire with crimson blushes they danced with only eyes for each other.
If not for his desire for Parvati, he'd ask her to be his girlfriend. Then again, if not for her he'd ask Parvati to be his girl. A dual edged sword that cut both girls to the quick, and yet he could not find a way to toss the bloody thing away for all their sakes. In fact it was only getting worse, as he desired Luna and possibly Daphne as well. He loathed himself for what he was doing to them all. He was worse than dirt if he didn't fix this.
However the dance went on and had him back with Parvati. Was it a sign? Was she the one he was meant to be with?
"Harry I need to sit down. Care to join me?" she panted in a golden glow that made him kiss her quickly.
"No I'm staying out. I'm trying to kill the gloomy git inside me once and for all." he chuckled grimly.
A flicker played in her eyes of something he did not catch, "Oh... Okay."
"Parvati, I love you." he quietly whispered in her ear so she alone could hear, "I bloody well don't deserve you. But I do love you to distraction."
She melted into him with a kiss that melted his mind, softly replying into his lips, "Harry, I love you too. And I want you, so you do deserve me. A girl has ultimate say in these sorts of things. Now have fun, I'm just a bit out of breath is all."
Luna glided over as Parvati left, "I don't normally enjoy dancing but it never hurts to keep experimenting. That's how Daddy discovered babbling bubbler roots improve the mood of someone eating apricot covered pancakes on Tuesdays." She informed him in all seriousness, making Harry question the sanity of her infamous patriarch. But that wasn't important right then. What did matter was that he wanted to hold the little blond again.
More damning proof he was a rotten cad of a great ruddy, cheating, heart breaking git. Nevertheless he was growing mad for the tiny airy blond. If only he could fix his twisted heart and set his sights on one girl alone. Why not Luna here? She was so lovable, if exceedingly odd. Or was she odd because she was so loving?
"Brilliant excuse, but I'll take it to dance with you." He took her frail looking hands.
"No Harry it's not an excuse, merely a very convenient truth. I never need an excuse to want to be near you." she devastated him with one of her light smiles that took in her ocean like eyes. "Just ask and I'm happy to be with you."
The start of the dance saved him from answering. It didn't save him from the guilt for desiring her. Why he needed her was a conundrum he dwelt on. Best he could come to as an answer was that she felt like a vital part of him. A discovery he'd made when she was not upset about his parseltongue nightmares.
Bob, step forward, left, left, right, back, forward, forward to near touching, trade places, spin her, turn and trade back to back, trade face to face. Side right, side right, change partners in turn. Watching her go was agonizing.
Old matrons and young maidens came and went, till he was facing a vision of fiery angelic origin. A vision in a dress he had given her in a pique of the moment. Wide and hopeful, her smile was enticing him as her eyes beseeched him for something.
"Merlin you're gorgeous. Burn me but I think you are going to have me murdered by your brothers." he blurted out, "I'm sorry Ginny but seeing you this way reminds me that I'm not really your brother."
Blossoming at that she softly replied, "That's the silver lining I was hoping for."
He was officially a low down slug of a wizard, but he found Ginny incredibly alluring just then, "Am I that gloomy to be a cloud with only a slight bit of good?"
"Somedays, but I know what you're like hidden inside." she brushed her hand over his chest as they crossed. How had he missed Ron's baby sister growing up, and catching his eye? Before she passed fully, he caught her hand and kissed it.
"I don't consider this as our dance, Ginny." he breathed out in awe of her.
Blushing even down to her fingertips, she squeaked, "I'll hold you to it."
When he was back with Luna, he felt sick with his twisted vile soul's desire to be with all these girls. A problem amplified by how the tiny gentle blond leaned into him and sighed, "That was exhilarating, but I prefer dancing with only you more."
Sadly the musician was stepping down to take a well deserved break. Unwittingly the man's doing this forced Harry to face the girls. It would be ugly, and he feared what would come of it. Only heartache existed on the course he'd charged headlong down. Choosing one would hurt the others, and choosing them one and all was ludicrously out of the question.
"Harry, I won't mind if you hold me." Luna hugged herself into his chest with a soft sigh, "I do enjoy it so."
"Luna, I don't know if my heart is good enough for you or anyone. I know I'll hurt you in the end." he bitterly confessed to get it out in the open now. "I'm twisted."
Pursing her lips at that she uncharacteristically rebuked him firmly, "Harry Potter, stop this. You're a good man, and I know you'll do right. Just open your heart. It's not a crime to love people or to be loved."
Ginny had slipped up beside them, "She's right Harry. We care for you."
Conflicting desires guided him. Loyalty to Parvati seared his heart, along with his love of the East Indies witch, convicted his soul. It wanted him to just choose. His more primal hunger urged him to snog the pair right then and there. Where did his sense of propriety skive off too, and when would it ever return? Thoughts he scolded himself with as he drank in the sight of the pair of angels.
"Beautiful..." he barely exhaled.
He tried to pass this off as only a wheeze from dancing so much that night but wasn't positive he'd managed it. Both had grown a rosy hue to their cheeks, which only made the more lovelier in his opinion.
Therell, Mr. Silent himself, startled Harry and the two witches by a curtly grunted, "Harry, a word."
The statement wasn't a request, and Harry respected the man too much to say no. So with an apologetic sigh for the girls he nodded and followed the older man.
Quietly and swiftly they exited the Inn through the kitchen. Once outside the old warrior led him out to the drizzling wet park behind some hedges. Worry, or as close as Harry thought might be that emotion tugged at the man's chiseled features.
"Danger is not always from outside. Careful lads see it at home as well." Therell hissed in a whisper, "Kaliandra Sedai is not your enemy. She hopes to protect all. Beware other Aes Sedai, they play games with peoples lives."
The slowly delivered and carefully worded message hit Harry hard. "The others will hurt us, sir?"
"It is not for a Warder to say. You made enemies I suspect." his revered teacher of all things combat related warned, "Reds have no love for men."
"Brilliant!" Harry barked in English. His mind returned to the two on the stairs. Were they these Reds, whatever that meant. Returning to this world's language, he haltingly asked, "My friends? The girls most. Are they in danger?"
Moonlight and a stray beam of lamplight illuminated Therell's iron hard eyes studying him shrewdly, "Always. Aes Sedai are always a danger to each other."
"I want to keep them safe. Please help me." Harry swallowed a bit of bile churned up by his fear as he begged the man in his poor capability with the language.
Clapping Harry's shoulder, the old Warder grunted approvingly, "I will as best I can."
Neville was proven right. That night they found themselves bunking in the stables. Surprisingly alongside the warriors that accompanied the Aes Sedai. Or Warders as they preferred to be called. An arraignment that left Blaise nonplused and more than a bit shirty. Though the other boys were none too pleased either, but the Slytherin had become accustomed to certain standards in his life. For Harry it was just more of the same, broom cupboard or smelly barn on a haystack it was a place to sleep.
They ended up staying a few weeks in this sleepy Ghealdaner town of Coltran's Downs. A blessing and a curse for Harry as him and his Hogwarts compatriots learned to ride horses, the Common Tongue, and other little details of life in this alternate earth. As for the equestrian arts shockingly the three Slytherins already knew how. Something about Zabibni's mother once being married to a wealthy Brazilian wizard that owned a huge ranch. Harry and Hermione, the only other ones to have rode a live animal, were quick studies but for some minor hitches. For the former he yearned for his Firebolt's intuitive responses. In the latter's case, she loathed not having perfect control at all times. Plus for the boys came training from the Warders. Whom all took to drilling them day in, day out. With so many of them, it made the instructions grow and take on meanings one trainer alone couldn't do swiftly.
On the flip side was the storm brewing among the women. Seandra Nelvien, the red headed niece of the Inn Keeper, had been true to her word and started teaching Harry how to speak and read more than what the Warders taught. Her flashing unidentifiably familiar green eyes never judged his mistakes, and indeed he felt their intrigue of him. Although he did not wish to give her the wrong ideas. He knew he would be leaving the village soon enough, if not the whole world just yet. Leave with no plan of ever returning this way save to locate the pillar.
Then it would be off to Hogwarts and his home world, hopefully with the girls he truly loved. The girls his life would never be complete without.
However the girls were getting testier for all his moments alone with the pretty girl. Their sudden abundance of teachers in the Ancient's Ways, the witches were kept on extra short leashes, and nearly flogged in their instructions. All of them said it was sublime when they felt the One Power, but couldn't begin to describe it to the boys, let alone teach it. But that did not stop them from being snippy with Harry over any mention of Seandra and him studying. Even Luna was tense about his friendship with the red headed muggle.
Then came the loudly denied, silent rift between the Aes Sedai. As best that Harry could tell, they enjoyed keeping up an illusion that there was zero discord in their ranks. However anyone with eyes and half a brain would be able to see that was a bald faced lie. Or anyone not caught up on the mystique the witches held over the people of this world. Althiana Sedai was a Green and had all the Warders there- aside from Therell that is- as hers. Plus, for some inexplicable reason she could boss the other three Aes Sedai around. Then came the two Reds, Naleva Sedai and Taymirin Sedai. It was odd how the more authoritarian of the two would silence herself at a look from the other.
Naleva Sedai thrilled at making Harry's life a living nightmare, always barking orders at him for anything she could think of. At first he ignored the annoying witch but Therell and the other Warders would stop teaching him if he did. Mixed in would be the pleading looks of the girls that he would try to be more civil, for their sakes. Yet for all of Naleva Sedai's bluster, a simple glance from Taymirin Sedai or Althiana Sedai would have her slamming her trap shut with an almost audible snap. Lastly was the quiet and serene Kaliandra Sedai, whom also did as Taymirin Sedai or Althiana Sedai wished. However she would face down Naleva Sedai without flinching. Supposedly the infuriating woman was a Brown and "has seen more than most of the whole Tower combined."
That lot all were also worried about something but never shared it with anyone. If not for his wish and need to protect the girls, Harry would have packed it in by now. Two and a half weeks of this had him ready to in any case.
Resting from a strenuous workout by the Warders, him and the boys sat wearily drinking the dregs of their bucket of water ravenously. All of them had improved at their chosen weapons and more. Both hand to hand and knife fighting was required, plus some basics in bowmanship. They were learning loads and becoming weapons, but they had learned nothing of wizardry. Luckily there was the blessing of becoming loads fitter physically.
"I wish the girls could spend more time with us." Blaise grumped, him and Tracey had been having a good snogging a few nights back that had the Aes Sedai up in arms. Supposedly they had read the riot act to Tracey and all the other girls about dangerous fraternization with boys.
Of course Harry didn't take this well and would have rounded them all up and left except for the girls begging him not to do anything rash. Little did anyone suspect Fred and George had a few canary creams made by now, and slyly slipped the lot into the Aes Sedai's pastries. Funny as it were to witness, from what the girls had said, it alarmed the old biddies terribly. For a couple of days the girls were out scrubbing down the Inn instead of the Inn staff. Unamused would be too light a word for how the girls took that. Though the boys savored the mental image it provided.
Out of the Inn came a beaming Seandra balancing a tray of food and steins of mulled wine for the Warders and wizards. A sight both welcoming and horrible after how cool the ladies treated Harry anytime he had contact with the muggle barmaid. Never mind he now could read nearly as well as the witches with their Aes Sedai teachers aid. Well enough he could and did begin tutoring the other boys as well.
"Well here goes another ruddy night of being ignored." Harry sighed in aggrieved disgust, "I wonder if we made the right choice of coming here. Those ruddy witches are going to be the death of me, and those batty Aes Sedai are worse."
Neville glumly nodded as Harry's misfortune bled over to them as well to varied degrees. With Padma being the twin sister of Harry's love Parvati, Neville all too often got a cold shoulder from the witch he had been growing close too. "Why don't one of you guys go meet her for a bloody change?"
"Are you barking?" George gritted out.
"We're still in it for the Canary Creams." Fred sighed with a wince from a tired muscle.
"We're not as daft as Harry." Blaise grinned impishly.
"Thanks mates. I appreciate it loads." Harry growled darkly and stood with a creak of sorely used joints and muscles. "Ruddy well remember this when you need a hand."
Grumbling to himself, Harry met the pretty thing. There eyes locked and he felt the appeal of the girl again but dreaded if any of his loves caught sight of this.
"Hello Harry. How is the Raven Lord today?" Seandra teased him for what the locals called him after they saw his weapons.
"Sore, tired, and a touch out of sorts. Altogether bloody well brilliant. How about you?" He took some of her load, "This all smells delicious."
"Thank you milord Raven." she tittered then answered his question, "I'm about the same but you could help my mood if you join me out near the High Tree. These nights its usually dazzling to witness the sunsets from there."
Oh and I might as well hang myself while I'm up there if I do. He thought with a suppressed shudder. If he didn't, the girls would march him up there to do it. "To tired by then. Master Therell is a taskmaster. Right now I'm using the main force of my will to stand erect."
Pouting but brightening she informed him proudly, "Oh well. There will be time. When you all leave for Tar Valon, I'll be coming with you. I was tested and am capable of learning to become an Aes Sedai. Isn't that as you say, brilliant!"
"Uh... yeah, brilliant." he wanted to cry. Yes he may have fancied her at some point but if she joined them, Harry will be bunking out with the pack horses. "That's brilliant."
Later, after she'd left with their dirty dishes and a saucy smug smile for Harry, he heard it from his mates. It was going to be ugly, and they all knew it.
Word came the next day that the Aes Sedai and the whole town up in a lather. "Logain has declared himself as the Dragon Reborn." Then again some of the strain could be attributed to the arrival of a platoon of those zealots from the mountains. Stylizing themselves as Children of the Light, but in truth the whole lot were a bunch of official terrorists. Amply proving this assessment by Harry, they quickly took to harassing the townsfolk. Even scrawling a black Dragon's Fang on the Inn door.
This is where the wizards learned a horrendous truth. Wizards went mad at some time in the past and were effected by a "Taint" the more they touched or used magic. Red Sisters hunted these men to destroy the ability to use magic from inside the men. Harry and the boys grew ever darker with that. Salazaar Slytherin had went mad in truth but had bravely went to fight the Shadow one last time. However the girls were committed to learning from the Aes Sedai and could, or would not leave.
Sitting on old wine casks, Harry and his mates had decisions to make. Bitter, terrible, and needed decisions for themselves and the girls. What if they went mad and brought the sickness of the Taint back to their own world? They were not going to enjoy their futures whatever they decided. And worse yet they knew they dared not discuss this all with the girls. In part from the ladies being cloistered with the Aes Sedai for safety when the bloody White Cloaks rode in. Seandra and one other girl too had been pulled into this protective measure. However this cloistering was not all that kept the boys silent with the girls. This possibly selfish or petulant reason was born from how the girls lives were free of this and will never understand this death sentence, so why trouble them with it.
"I think we could slip away now if we go." Blaise warily eyed the carousing zealots drink toasts to what glories they would win in the coming war.
Neville coldly snapped at that, "You would actually leave Tracey?"
"She'd want and expect it. We're Slytherins my dear noble Kittens. We try to survive and strike from points of advantage." their dark skinned friend hissed defensively, "But I don't have to like. Neither will she for that matter."
"We're staying." Fred and George spoke in unison.
"As am I." Neville declared defiantly.
All four were watching Harry. Here again it felt they wished to know his stance and may well change their's accordingly. Suppressing an urge to snap at the lot of them he stood and cracked his neck. Of late he'd not had any nightmares of Voldemort except his stepping into that dark unnatural doorway. He did have them of a richly golden voiced man who was both shining and dreadfully terrifying at the same time.
"Blood and ashes." a man in the armour of a White Cloak slovenly yelled to his drunken mates still toasting themselves. "We've been sittin' beshides a shet'a Darkfriends thish whole times."
The blokes mates all looked up and then growled or spat upon seeing Harry. One burly bugger with the look of having less intelligence than that of Crabbe or Goyle dumbly sprayed is words out while drawing his sword, "Yer'righ'Cealby. Bloody filth mucker has'sh it out in tha'op'n. Ravens'sh!"
The gleaming batch of drunken sots had all stood and were menacingly advancing on Harry and his mates.
"Pets of the Dark One if I ever saw one." a rail thin pockmarked wanker sneered while he joined these soused tosspots.
"What did we bloody well do this time?" Neville raged suddenly, "Whole bloody world is a twisted mess. I'm sick of it."
"Here, here." Blaise sighed in disgust.
Harry however glared at the oncoming zealots. His blood had began to boil but he was calm. Terribly calm and had not even fully realized he'd drawn his weapons. "Ravens? Your knickers are in a twist over ravens?"
A crack of lightening split the air and caused the ground to tremble.
"Enough! Potter take the boys and make ready the horses. Logain has set his eye on Jehannah. We must protect those with us." Althiana Sedai barked for an Aes Sedai.
Swallowing his angry retort, Harry glared at the filthy lot of zealots before turning to his own mates with a commanding bark of his own. "You heard the Sister. Lets move it."
Funny how witches could always manage to get wizards to do their bidding. They all should have left a week ago. Left and found better teachers for the girls.
"They are going nowhere. They are under arrest as Darkfriends." the pock marked tosser snapped with the drunken gorilla in support with a sloshing wave of his mug.
"They are going to Tar Valon, and they're training as Warders." dismissed Althiana Sedai with an imperious sniff for the Children.
Out of earshot, Harry snarled, "I guess this means we're staying."