St. Mungos Hospital

Artemis lay in bed again. The healers of the hospital said that under no circumstances was he allowed to leave so soon after awakening. Everyone from the Order were kind enough to not tell the healers about Artemis's specific brand of magic, but the healers still remained perplexed about how the man in the next bed was able to heal when he hadn't been able to for so long.

Artemis looked out the window. The wispy curtains fluttered gently in the breeze. Moonlight spilled from the window and showed through the curtains, giving it the appearance of a ghost. Artemis knew it wasn't long until the night of the full moon. He knew that when that night did come, he needed to complete the ritual.

Artemis rolled to his side with his back to the window. He was worried about his friends, but he was most worried about Holly. It was irrational, really. Holly was more than capable of taking care of herself but he worried all the same. Artemis sighed and closed his eyes. He might as well get some sleep.

A cave somewhere

After the initial raging, No1 was able to tell Root the rest of the story. He paled considerably when No1 got to the part Holly was stabbed and so were No1 and Qwan. But otherwise the rest of the story had gone uninterrupted and Root was relieved when he was told Artemis had lost his magic though he said that Artemis still probably had some. (No1 didn't talk about the switched eyes. He forgot.) Finally, when the story was over, No1 turned to Holly.

"Is she okay? She really is out cold!" No1 said.

"You haven't known her as long as I have. It would take a lot more than her commander coming back to life to keep her down." Root said. No1 nodded in agreement.

"I'm beginning to wonder how many times someone can defy death." No1 said.

"Many times, apparently. What were you two talking about when I came in?" Root asked. No1 sighed. Yet another story to tell!

The LEP HQ medical wing

Qwan's eyes snapped open to see everyone in the room minus Dumbledore looking dazed and disoriented. Qwan was beginning to wonder if anything fazed Dumbledore. Mulch jumped up first. "What was that all about?"

"I was wondering the same thing. How could they see us? And you still haven't told me who they are Albus!" Sirius said. Dumbledore nodded a little.

"It was to be expected… they are, after all, very powerful beings…" Dumbledore murmured to himself. He snapped to attention again. "Qwan, she said something about a warning. I believe you should tell us about it."

Qwan nodded. It was time to tell them about the dream. He told them about it, but he left out the connection he had with the others. He still felt it unwise to say something about it. When he finished, everyone was silent.

"Well, that was gruesome." Mulch said, breaking the silence.

"I've seen worse." Butler said. No one wanted to hear about whatever incident Butler was talking about.

"Albus, you have yet to tell us what they were…" Sirius said again. Dumbledore smiled again.

"I see you won't be driven from your initial questions. Alright, I will tell you who they are."

A/N

Yet another evil cliffie! I'm wondering how many times I can be evil without one of my readers tracking me down and throwing a brick through my window:P Ah, well, I don't own anything except the four still shrouded in mystery girls! (And the evil enemy of old, I own that guy…) Sorry about the length! And do I have to say it yet again…? Review!