To break out of a shadow

A/N : hello readers, I'm back with chapter 12

Now then about the cliff hanger... I'm sorry I just couldn't resist lol, not much to talk about here except to thank you for your kind and awesome reviews and to apologize for being late had a lot on my plate this week.

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IMPORTANT INFORMATION AT THE END

Chapter 12: Kaine, Sylvaa and Nichola

Harry stared at the necklace in his hand, stunned. He looked around looking at the security personnel around the ring, other countries also sent their Aurors to assist in security. But harry didn't even know who kidnapped Daphne in the first place. Not to mention the threat of not to contact anyone.

Harry expanded his magical senses, focusing on the third floor corridor harry noticed Daphne's magical presence in a room along with three other magical signatures that didn't seem human. Harry frowned, were these the perpetrators of the attacks in the dark forest?

Harry stood up and made his way out of the arena, no matter how stealthily he moved though it seemed that roger still noticed his action.

"Where are you going?" roger asked.

"I'll go and get Daphne." Harry answered rigidly. Harry's friends felt that harry was acting a bit weird but chose to dismiss it as his desire to see Daphne.

After harry walked out of the arena, away from prying eyes he broke into a run towards the third floor. Soon he found himself in front of a wooden mahogany door, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves harry then opened the door.

As harry stepped into the room he noticed three students, who harry quickly recognized as a part of the Albanian entourage, sitting around Daphne, who was currently tied to a chair with a cloth around her mouth.

"So your harry potter." A girl on the right said, the girl in question had dark brown hair and bright yellow eyes. She had sharp angular features that seemed inhuman to harry, he just felt disconcerted as he looked at her. In fact harry realised that all three of them seemed to emanate the same aura. He had no doubts that they weren't human, harry guessed vampire.

"Who are you?" harry asked.

"You can call me Nichol." another girl on the left answered, this girl had short red hair and black eyes with the same angular features that seemed inhuman. She smiled seductively at harry, who still kept his face passive.

Seeing no reaction she decided to continue, "You can call her Sylvaa." She continued while pointing at the brunette on the right, before gesturing at the boy right beside Daphne.

"And this is Kaine." She finished.

"I know who you are now what the hell do you want." Harry asked, his anger seeping into his tone.

"Why the hurry?" Nichola asked, harry continued staring impassively though before the girl chuckled slightly at Harry's expression.

"We want you." Sylvaa answered simply as harry stared stupidly at the three vampires.

"Voldermort would like you to join him so he asked us to retrieve you." Nichola answered simply.

"Again with the trying to recruit me." Harry muttered,

"If that's all then let her go, you have me already." Harry answered while pointing at Daphne.

"Ah but how do we know she won't go and get help." Kaine started, his smile turned sadistic suddenly though.

"And, I've become rather fond of her, she is pretty isn't she?" Kaine taunted, while stroking Daphne's cheek with his right hand. Harry reigned in his anger and kept his face passive.

"So the only reason your here is for me?" harry asked, as the three vampires shared a look.

"We are in charge of getting you." They answered smiling knowingly.

"The rest of the plan is up to the others." They added.

A billion questions immediately came to Harry's mind as he didn't know what to ask first.

"Others?"

"Rest of the plan?" were some of those questions that came to mind.

As he reconsidered the situation though he realised there was something more going on here.

"Who are you working for?" harry asked.

"We told you, were working with Voldermort." Kaine answered slowly, as if he was talking to a simpleton.

"No, you said Voldermort asked you to, I want to know who your working for?" harry asked.

"And anyone who works for him would definitely call him the dark lord." Harry reasoned, as surprised looks appeared on their faces.

"I can see why Voldermort wants you to join him, although I think it would be better if you joined us." Nichola laughed.

"Do I have to drink blood as well?" harry asked, as a look of shock appeared on their faces. Harry smirked inwardly as he finally wiped the smirks from their faces.

"How did you-" Kaine started.

"It's pretty obvious." Harry shrugged, Harry's interest was piqued though as he was observing Kaine, who's handsome face turned ugly for a second.

"Let's get down to business." Sylvaa continued.

"Hand over your wand." Kaine demanded, sticking out his hand.

Harry frowned slightly; the risks of giving his wand were incredibly high. He could use wandless magic, but to fight with three vampires might be a little difficult without his Threstral wand. There was no way he could trust them, after all there were no guarantees that they would release Daphne if he went along with their demands. But if he didn't listen then they would definitely hurt her, that look that Kaine had given him made that pretty clear. At that moment though, an idea came to him, they asked for a wand not wands. Wizards didn't usually have two wands and harry had kept his wand a secret so it was the perfect plan. Harry then took out the phoenix feather wand and tossed it at Kaine who caught it simply.

"Alright then let's go." Nichola commanded.

"You can't leave Hogwarts, there are wards." Harry said, hoping to create an opening that he could exploit.

The three vampires though, laughed heartily a glint of amusement in their eyes, harry frowned visibly at the sight.

"Getting in through the wards is difficult, getting out though is not as difficult as long as you have something like this." Kaine explained, while lifting up a piece of paper. The paper in question looked like an average piece of parchment. Upon further inspection though he noticed intricate runes and patterns on the parchment, written in what looked a lot like blood.

"Why does it always have to be blood?" Harry thought to himself.

Harry walked towards the three of them his left hand twitching in anticipation, harry had a feeling that the double-cross was coming at any moment.

"Alright ill go with you, now let go of Daphne." Harry demanded.

"When did we ever agree to let her go if you came us?" Kaine asked, as he swung his left hand trying to knock harry out.

Harry's magical sense warned him though and he skilfully dodged the attack, "pulsus." Harry answered as a pulse of magic blew all threw of the vampires onto the floor. Harry took the chance to untie Daphne, pulling her up from the chair harry broke in a run towards the door. Harry heard someone running up behind him, "go!" harry commanded, as brief look of hesitation appeared on her face.

"I'll go and get help!" she said before rushing out of the door. As he watched her go harry was caught by surprise as he felt someone tackle him into a book shelf.

"You'll pay fo-" Kaine snarled as his hands closed around Harry's neck. He didn't get to finish though as harry flicked his wand sending him flying off before crashing on a table.

"Will you just shut up." Harry muttered.

From the corner of his eye he noticed Sylvaa running towards him, harry jumped to the side barely avoiding the female vampire. As he rolled to his feet harry noticed Nichol with her wand preparing a spell.

"aegis protegius maximus." Harry chanted once he got to his feet, blocking a beam of yellow light.

"incendius adolebit." Harry chanted, with flames spewing from his wand and causing Kaine and Sylvaa from stopping their mad dash towards him.

Harry cursed at his bad luck, the three of them were much more of a problem than he had expected. Not only was he outnumbered, but the three vampires were incredibly fast, not to mention strong. That tackle Kaine hit him with had either broken or fractured his ribs, harry seriously needed to stop their movement.

"levitas levare movere." Harry chanted, as all the furniture in the room started floating around the room.

The three vampires looked around cautiously at the floating furniture; harry begun waving his wand as the furniture started flying around. Harry watched as a chair slammed into Sylvaa sending her flying. Harry jumped to the right as he dodged another spell from Nichola.

"reducto." Harry muttered, as a red lightning bolt struck the female vampire in the chest.

Harry cringed though as a chair shattered against his back, courtesy of Kaine. Harry groaned in pain as he felt Kaine kick his wand out of his hand before placing his foot on Harry's throat.

"Give up yet Potter?" the vampire taunted. That was all he managed to say though before he was violently thrown against the floor.

Harry grabbed his wand from the floor whilst his eyes glowed with power; not waiting for Kaine to get back up harry pointed the wand at him.

"incendius adolebit." Harry exclaimed, as waves of flame seemed to bury the vampire.

Amidst the screams of pain emanating from Kaine, harry turned his attentions to Sylvaa who was right infront of him, magic glowing brightly in her hand. She launched the spell as it shards of magic launched at him. Harry didn't have the time to use any spell and instead chose to jump aside. The shards collided with a shelf behind him and shredded the shelf to sawdust, harry frowned visibly he had never seen such a spell before. Not to mention the fact that she used it wandlessly.

"You didn't think that wizard magic was the only kind of magic out there did you?" Sylvaa mocked.

Upon closer inspection harry noticed blood dripping from her right hand, "Again with the blood." He thought morbidly.

His thoughts were disrupted though as heavy footsteps resonated from one end of the classroom. Harry frowned visibly as he saw Kaine stumble out from the flames, with what harry guessed where third degree burns.

"Well aren't you a sturdy one." Harry muttered, as the pungent aroma of burning flesh wafted into his nostrils.

"I am going to rip you apart." He snarled before he hunching over in what harry originally thought was in pain. He was proved wrong though when Kaine's arms suddenly lengthened, along with his back and neck. The sickening sound of bone snapping and bending in ways they were not supposed to made harry feel sick. What made things worse was the sudden tearing of skin as Kaine's handsome face extended outward turning more bat like.

"I think I'm going to throw up." Harry muttered.

At that point Kaine let out a rage filled screech, filled with such intensity that harry cringed in pain while covering his ears, but to no avail as the sound seemed too loud to drown out.

Kaine immediately ran up to harry much faster than he was previously, Harry's face was a look of surprise which soon turned to pain when Kaine racked his chest with his hands that had changed into claws.

Harry felt his blood flowing out from the wound, with one hand holding his chest and the other on his arm harry pointed his wand towards the vampire.

"aegis protegius maximus," harry chanted, blocking the spells sent from Sylvaa and Nichola. As Kaine rushed like a mad beast towards him viciously pounding on the shield.

"How is it that the book on vampires doesn't mention their ability to transform into giant bat creatures?" harry wondered, as he felt a headache coming on from the strain of keeping the shield up.

"rumpere perdere fumingant." Harry chanted, just as the shield shattered. An explosion rocked the room knocking everyone to the floor. Harry kept low on the floor as he opened his magical senses allowing him to see the cores of the three vampires in the room. Harry identified the one that belonged to Kaine. Harry decided to focus on the transformed a vampire seeing as he was the greatest threat.

"Fulgeo luximor" harry shouted as that familiar burst of blue light burst from the tip of his wand, harry couldn't really see through the smoke but from the scream of pain that seemed to emanate from Kaine's side of the room harry got the impression that he had hit the vampire spot on.

When the smoke cleared harry spotted Kaine on his knees, harry watched in morbid fascination when Kaine reverted back to his human self. One distinct difference though was that Kaine was missing his left arm, which harry guessed was what he had hit with his spell.

Blood was gushing out of the wound as the vampire snarled menacingly at Harry, "I'll kill you for that." He screamed, as Nichola and Sylvia walked towards him.

"That's what you said earlier but I'm still alive, while you I believe are short one arm." Harry answered confidently. In all honesty though he was feeling far from confident, blood still flowed from the gash harry had received from him. The gash in question was so deep that harry guessed that you could probably see his ribs. Harry at this point was mainly forcing himself to keep upright, not to mention the other two vampires in the room. Throughout the conflict the two female vampires had just played support to Kaine, if they had transformed like Kaine he would probably be a corpse at the moment.

Kaine snarled menacingly before taking a step forward, Sylvaa though pulled him back by the collar of his shirt.

"What are you doing?" he snarled.

"There's no point in continuing anymore, we need to get that wound fixed." She scolded.

"Not to mention that there are other people approaching the room." She added.

Harry let out his own magical senses and found that there were people coming towards the room, form the way it looked they were moments away. It raised the question though, how did she know they were coming?

Kaine growled again for a moment before stepping next to Sylvaa, Nichol though spared one more glance in Harry's direction.

"I am guessing that this is a rejection of Voldermorts offer?" she asked.

"It is." Harry answered.

"Oh well at least we distracted you." She laughed, as she made her way to the two waiting vampires.

"Distracted?" harry asked.

"If you want to find out you can always come along." She answered a sultry smile on her face.

"You still haven't told me who you're working for." Harry answered.

"That's a secret." She winked, as Sylvaa tore the parchment in half. Harry watched amazed as the parchment seemed to disintegrate unleashing a wave of magic that seemed to envelop the trio.

Soon harry was alone in the third floor classroom, harry crumpled to the floor. Moments later the door burst open as harry noticed the group of Aurors led by a worried looking Daphne enter. The group looked at the bloodied raven haired youth lying on the floor while harry looked right back at them slightly dazed.

Daphne broke the silence as she immediately ran to him, kneeling beside him harry noticed that her eyes were tearing up.

"Harry are you okay?" she exclaimed.

"I'll be fine; I might need to some help to get to the hospital wing though." Harry chuckled, as one of the Aurors performed what Harry guessed was first aide on him.

"I'm glad you're safe though." Harry smiled warmly, while stroking Daphne's cheek in a calming fashion not realizing that he was getting blood on her.

"Thank you for coming." She answered tears now freely flowing from her cheeks.

"Relax I'll be fine you can't get rid of me that easily." Harry giggled, it might have been the broken bones or the blood loss but harry was starting to feel a little light headed

"And you don't need to thank me Daphne I'll always come for you, I love you after all." Harry blurrily muttered.

"I love you too harry." The blonde haired girl smiled back in return.

"Now I'm going to take a little nap now okay, I'm kind of tired." Harry murmured as he slowly close his eyes.

He could still hear Daphne's angelic voice though as someone began shaking him.

"Harry! Harr...Har..." the voice started fading though and soon he knew no more.


Harry opened his eyes and glanced at the familiar white ceilings of the hospital wing, "They really should paint a more calming colour." Harry thought to himself.

"Blue... Blues a calming colour." Harry continued.

His attentions were turned to something else though when he felt something around his right hand, cringing as he sat up harry noticed that he was holding Daphne's hand. It seemed that Daphne had fallen asleep, harry spent over ten minutes looking at her calm sleeping face. As he stared though he remembered the words they had exchanged before he had passed out.

"I love you..." those words resonated the most of all.

"Damn blood loss." Harry cursed inwardly he soon remembered though that she had actually returned the gesture. Thinking about it some more harry found that he had meant every word that he had said.

Daphne started to rouse from her sleep though, as she woke up she was greeted by the smiling face of one harry potter.

"Sleep well?" harry barely managed to finish before she jumped on top of him wrapping him in a vice like hug.

"Your awake!" she screeched before kissing him happily on the lips, harry had been happily returning the kiss when he felt some one hit him painfully on the head.

"Ow." The couple exclaimed.

"This is a hospital." Madam Promfrey scolded.

"Now let me check his wounds." The aged hospital matron demanded, as she shooed Daphne from the bed.

"You gave me a real fright." Madam Promfrey sighed exasperatedly.

"Well what can you do?" harry smiled cheekily, earning him a slap from both Daphne and madam Promfrey.

"Normal students come here with cuts and bruises, but not you, you come here with large chunks of flesh missing." She groaned.

"You should be fine you'll need a lot of rest though so you'll have to stay for observation for a few more days." She added.

"What! Why?" harry whined.

"Wait how long have I been here."

"You've been out for three days?" Daphne exclaimed, as Harry's eyes widened in shock.

As harry looked around the hospital wing it seemed that he wasn't alone, "What are the five wonder children doing here?" Harry asked aloud.

Daphne frowned before explaining the other events that day when harry fought with Kaine Sylvaa and Nichola.

"So he's back?" harry asked curiously.

"So they say." She explained, touching on the events in the maze. Where the Albanian team tried to kidnap the four chosen ones, after defeating them the five made their way towards the cup expecting an easy win. The cup was a port key though and transported them to a graveyard, where professor Quirell and several other death eaters were waiting for them. After capturing them the five where involved in a ritual that brought the dark lord back to life.

"So he's definitely back?" harry asked to reconfirm.

"Yes they even showed a memory and the Aurors followed the portkey back to the graveyard the signs of the ritual were evident." She explained.

"But how did they escape?" Harry asked.

"From what I saw they created a distraction and used the chance to get to the portkey." She answered.

Harry frowned, guessing that sure dumb luck was far more involved in the safe return of the five chosen ones than anything else.

"And then there's this." Daphne continued, passing harry what looked like an old newspaper.

Harry read the head line while keeping his face passive,

The dark lord returns

Harry read the title and the blurb before tossing the paper aside, frowning as he thought about how the situation had escalated so quickly.

"Fudge actually tried to deny that he had returned can you believe that." She laughed.

"He did?" harry muttered worriedly, harry hoped that the minister wasn't about to be a nuisance.

"With all of the evidence in front of him though in the end he couldn't keep it quite." She further explained.

After the more sombre affairs passed, Daphne began telling harry about the more light hearted things that had occurred while he was passed out. Harry actually found it very soothing, it wasn't so much the information but Daphne's voice that harry enjoyed hearing,

Harry's enjoyment was soon cut short though when the doors to the hospital wing burst open as Dumbledore with Sirius and the other British Aurors following right behind him.

"I must protest to this headmaster, he should be resting." Madam Promfrey pleaded.

"It won't take long poppy just some questions is all." He answered before walking up to Harry's bed.

"I'm afraid you'll have to leave for a moment Miss Greengrass." The head master asked politely, Daphne looked like she was about to protest, Harry though decided that it was the perfect time to intervene.

"Its fine Daphne, why don't you go and take a walk." Harry smiled warmly, as Daphne shot the headmaster a leer before exiting the hospital wing.

Harry glanced passively at the old man as the headmaster tried to start up the line of questioning.

"So harry could you tell me what happened in that room." The headmaster asked, harry though kept his face completely passive not saying a word. Dumbledore repeated the question but harry didn't answer once again, causing weird looks on the adults face.

Harry hoped that Dumbledore was suffering under the cold shoulder; he personally blamed Dumbledore for everything that had happened. He did have access to the wards of Hogwarts and was supposed to be able to know who was a danger. The old fool though had gotten far too confident in the protections on the castle and that had led to Daphne's kidnapping harry didn't plan to make this procedure easy on the old man.

"Harry what happened?" Sirius suddenly asked, to the surprise of those present harry actually answered telling them about his encounter with the three vampires, he did neglect to mention the parts about his wandless magic and Voldermorts desire to work with him though.

"Who were these three wizards?" Dumbledore asked, as harry didn't answer though Sirius realized what harry was doing.

Holding back a smile, Sirius decided to continue the questioning. "Who were these wizards harry?" Sirius asked, as Dumbledore frowned visibly.

"They introduced themselves as Kaine Sylvaa and Nichola." Harry answered easily.

And so it began, a rather long question and answer session as harry had to answer the same questions over a number of times, as the Aurors from various countries refused to do the questioning together. There was one moment where a few of them refused to believe harry though, their disbelief was solved though when harry showed them a brief view of the vampires.

Harry had thought he was finally done when a tall man in a black cloak entered the hospital wing, harry cursed inwardly.

"Another line of questioning?" harry muttered.

It soon became obvious though that this man was vastly different from the other aurors. Firstly unlike the rest, the man did not come in a large group but was completely alone. Secondly, he didn't ask any questions at all; instead he just took a chair and sat down watching harry with a wierd look that harry couldn't seem to identify,

"What?" harry asked irritably after over a few minutes of silent staring between the two.

"Can you show it to me?" the man asked.

"Show you what?"

"The full memory."

Harry considered his options before nodding his head; he took a few moments to edit the memory slightly. Harry took out the edited memory and passed it to the man; with a flick of his wand the hospital wing was gone. Instead harry was back in the third floor corridor classroom again. Harry knew all the events that occurred to he instead chose to focus on the man, who was watching the scene unfold with utmost focus.

Harry studied the man's expression closely, as it changed from passive to shock and then surprise. The man in question had dark brown eyes and hair, he was tall at about six foot two, and had strong features.

When the memory finally ended the man looked at harry, a curious gleam in his eye, "well aren't you an interesting one." He commented blandly, as harry responded with a passive expression.

"Do you know which kind of magical creature you just defeated?" the man asked.

"Look I don't even know your name right now." Harry commented

"You can call me Dante, Dante Caldwell." He introduced.

"Now about my question." Dante asked cheekily, harry couldn't help but smile. Something about Dante just seemed to amuse harry incredibly.

"Vampires right?" harry answered.

"Close. But no those three were Vampir's." Dante answered.

"Vampires?" harry asked confusedly.

"Vampir's, pir not pire." He tried to explain.

"What's the difference?" harry asked curiously.

"You must understand harry that there are two ways magical species are created. The first is evolution; species like goblins are an example of evolving species. The other method though is being created, like the basilisk." Dante began explaining.

"Vampires evolved from the human species as a branch of human kind who developed blood as a main source of sustenance." Dante began explaining, as harry listened curiously.

"Vampir's though were created by demon kind." Harry frowned at that, demons as a whole hadn't been seen in centuries, ever since the dark ages.

"Centuries ago, demons fed their blood to human kind. The blood warped the human physiology turning them into the creature that you fought; they looked human on the outside but were completely different on the inside. The blood granted them an incredible amount of strength and speed, not to mention the variation of blood magic's. Unfortunately demon blood is incredibly addictive and one drop was all it needs to mutate you and give you the mutation. Demon blood is also incredibly difficult to come by and the Vampir's tried to meet their desires by drinking human or for that matter any kind of blood so they were in the end mistaken for vampires." Dante continued his explanation.

Harry continued nodding, "But wouldn't they have died ages ago, demons have seldom escaped hell after all."

"Unfortunately, the blood lust isn't fatal." Dante finished explaining.

"Still, do you know how hard it is to even survive against even one of these vampir's before they transformed." Dante asked astonishment clearly present on his face.

"Alright who are you? You're definitely not with any of the Aurors." Harry asked.

Dante seemed to be in deep in thought for a moment before he started explaining once again.

"You have heard of Interpol right?" Dante asked, when harry nodded he decided to continue.

"I work for an organisation called the foundation, we act as the Interpol for the magical world, we basically combat against dark lords or against other situations when countries request our presence." He explained.

"But I've never even heard of an organisation called the foundation." Harry questioned.

"Of course not! We wouldn't be very successful if everyone knew about us, only the top leaders of each country know about our existence." Dante answered.

"But why haven't you helped Britain with Voldermort?" harry asked, more curious than concerned.

"I correct myself, most of the world's leaders know about us." Dante answered while looking at the ceiling.

"The British ministry doesn't know about you?" harry wondered out loud.

"We tend to stay away from British affairs." He answered.

"Why?"

"Because you have a lot of leaders that are highly difficult to work with, not to mention their issues with control." He added.

"You mean?" harry pondered.

"Not just the old coot." Dante laughed.

"If the foundation is so secret why would you tell me about it?" harry wondered.

"Because I plan to invite you to join us." Dante answered with a smile.

Harry stared at him, flabbergasted.

"What are you talking about?" harry asked.

"You have talent harry a blind monkey can see it, you fought three Vampirs and came out of it alive. Not to mention the fact that you actually managed to obliterate an arm. We only accept the best harry, and I think that you are one of the best, although not as good as me." Dante laughed.

"There is no way I'm that good." Harry denied a little disbelief in his tone.

"Harry those three vampir's you fought are not some run of the mill creatures. The foundation knows them very well; I've seen one of them slaughter ten Aurors in 3 minutes. You fought three of them and came out on top, trust me you make the grade." Dante reassured.

"I'm only fourteen!" harry argued.

"I joined the foundation when I was sixteen harry. To the foundation age is inconsequential we only care about talent and intelligence and you meet the mark easily. The foundation has also started reaching out to the youth as well." Dante rebutted.

Upon seeing the clear indecision plastered across Harry's face Dante decided to increase his efforts of trying to convince the raven haired youth.

"You have a saving people thing harry." Dante said assuredly, as harry frowned visibly.

"How would you know that?" harry asked defiantly.

"You saved that girl a few days back." Dante offered.

"She's my... it's different." Harry stuttered.

"What about in your first and second year? You helped your siblings and I'm pretty sure you don't have a good relationship with them." Dante chuckled, as harry gave him a look of stunned amazement.

"We have a very extensive information network." Dante laughed.

"You want to contribute to the world and you have a tendency to help people, this is how you can do it." Dante laughed.

"Why do you think that the foundation was created in the first place?" Dante asked, after a few moments of silence Dante decided to continue.

"It was an organization created so that we could focus on stopping threats to wizarding and mankind without focusing on any of that political and bureaucratic baggage." He laughed.

Harry frowned as he was experiencing a marid of conflicting emotions.

"We get paid really well." Dante offered.

"I'll have to think about It." harry finally answered.

"if you want to look for me just go to Gringotts and give them this, they'll give you a portkey that will transport you to where your training will occur." He said as he extended his hand, in it was a card that held his name.

Harry frowned but still accepted the card, after which Dante left the room in a quick fashion as if he was in a hurry to get somewhere.


The rest of the week passed by uneventfully for the students of Hogwarts, their guests had remained in the school with the only exception being the Albanian students, who had fled on the night of Voldermorts return. The international wizard youth cup had also reached its conclusion as Hogwarts was awarded the victory. Normalcy returned to the school and it wasn't long before the Hogwarts student body gathered to bid their guests farewell.

Harry watched with a passive expression as he watched each of the schools depart, the ship of Durmstrang had already left and the students of Salem had already made their way back through their door. The only school left on Hogwarts was the beauxbaton delegation, harry watched as the students said their farewells. What caught his attention though was the interaction between Roger and Fleur who seemed to be hugging. Moments later, roger walked back to join his Ravenclaw friends as they watched the horse carriage pulled by the Abraxians disappear into the sunset.

"What was going on between you and Fleur?" Lisa asked curiously.

"We decided to take a step back." Roger sighed.

"When you say we does that mean?" Cho started.

Roger nodded, "yeah the both of us felt that way. I think we rushed into the relationship far too quickly, we'll try go back to being just friends and see if our feelings were actually genuine." Roger sighed.

"We'll I'm sorry about that." Harry answered consolingly.

"We'll we can't all find our soul mate that easily no can we?" roger laughed while giving a pointed look at Daphne, a huge grin plastered on his face.

He was immediately rewarded by several slaps by the people around him.


Most of the students admitted that the school seemed less likely now that all of their visitors had left. The school year ended really quickly as the final exams seemed to sneak up on the students of Hogwarts. Harry was far too preoccupied though to focus on exams though, he was sure he would do well but the exams were at the back of his thoughts. Harry's thoughts were more preoccupied with the card that Dante had given him. Harry had ended up staring at that card almost every single night at a loss as to his decision. Harry was used to being decisive, the only other time he had been this troubled was when he was trying to ask Daphne to the ball.

It wasn't long before harry was back in his home, he arrived at his door step with a newspaper from the daily prophet waiting for him.

The ministry scrambling

The article basically talked about the actions the ministry was taking and it was plainly obvious that they were completely unprepared to handle the situation. It also mentioned actions that the wizarding populace were to take. After reading the article harry wondered in all honesty what the death toll was going to be like in the coming war.

Harry truly realised the emphasis that Dante was talking about when explaining why the foundation was formed. It was basically an organisation put together with the sole purpose of protecting the people, with no bureaucratic or political agenda behind it the foundation was simply there to protect those that couldn't protect themselves. It was moments later that harry had left his home on his way to gringotts Dante's card in his hand.

And that's the end of the chapter hope you all enjoyed reading it.

Now I come with some bad news, I am now being asked to take part in national service for the next two years. This takes up a huge amount of my time and I will not be able to update frequently anymore. I just want to make this clear, I WILL BE CONTINUING AND FINISHING THIS STORY. It's just that updates will be much further apart maybe every one or two months. I hope you're not too upset as I myself don't really have much control over the situation anyway and I hope that I can count on your continued support

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