Harry Potter and the Peverell Legacy

Book Two of the Heritage Series

Chapter Fifty

Forgotten Legacy

Time passed oddly in the cell, he had no concept of time so he tried to measure it by how tired he was or hungry and thirsty, he had been fed a few times with meagre meals of bread and cheese and give a jug or two of water.

But it still was hard to know exactly how long he had been imprisoned within the confines of the four walls. He was mentally exhausted and in pain but still he had not allowed Makos to enter his mind.

Makos had been unrelenting with his questions on the Deathly Hallows, he had questioned him on his own lineage, obscure questions that Harry could barely comprehend when defending against the mental probes that left his head spinning.

Legilimency was not his only means of trying to extract information, he had upped the use of extreme interrogation techniques and had caused numerous physical injuries but despite them Harry was keeping his mind his own by sheer will power.

He had eventually been lowered to the floor, his chains slacked and he was able to move around the room freely but as he had first thought there was no means of escape from the heavily warded room.

"You've done well boy." Said the croaked voice of the man, speaking through the grate.

Harry shivered, he didn't like the other prisoner much. He had spoken rarely and when he did he would say similar things that didn't help Harry and when Harry questioned him further he wouldn't reply.

"Why is it you resist?" He asked Harry, "You know he will start to use other techniques, he might not favour truth serum but he does often utilise other concoctions."

"What is it to you!" Harry snapped viciously, "Why do you even care what they do to me, its not like you help me."

"Your being here intrigues me." The man replied simply. "Makos has made a bold move in taking you, I am forgotten but you? You know more that you think you do."

"I keep saying that I don't!" Harry blurted out and winced painfully as he moved and it upset his injuries to his chest. "I have never heard of these Deathly Hallows."

The man was silent for a time, something Harry often preferred as the man infuriated him, but he was his only company in this cell, but eventually he spoke again and genuinely sounded curious.

"Makos would not have taken you on a whim." The man said, "You have been given the name questors give them, but that is a not a name most associate with them. You need context or Makos needs to ask you the right questions."

Again, Harrys annoyance spiked as even the man thought he knew something yet he didn't, the only thing he knew was that the Mark of Grindelwald was somehow connected to his ancestors.

"How did you stop him?" Harry asked hating how pathetic he sounded.

"Years of practice." The man told him, "I told you that my mind is my only sanctuary, only one man could enter my mind but he wouldn't come here. No Makos can knock on the door to my mind or try to batter it down but he will not succeed."

Harry lay on the floor not caring how cold it was, it helped with the pain but he was watching the runes flowing other the stonework, they looked so alive and he could feel their power and it was hypnotic.

"Do you know what these Deathly Hallows are? Can you at least tell me that." Harry asked eventually.

"The Deathly Hallows are the colloquial name given to a set of legendary artefacts created centuries ago. Artefacts whose power could give the holder mastery over death itself." The man said quietly, "Many think they are a purely fantasy and have relegated them to the stuff of children's stories but for those who believe they are called Hallows."

"The symbol, the one that is believed to be Grindelwalds?" Harry asked and the one that was on his ancestor's grave but he didn't say that aloud.

"The symbol is the representation of the artefacts, that once combined will grant the owner the title and power of Master of Death." The man told him, "that symbol is older than Grindelwald, older than your grandfathers grandfather."

What did this have to do with Harry? What were the Deathly Hallows and what was their connection to the Peverells? One thought occurred to him but it couldn't be what he thought could it?

"The origin of the Hallows had almost been forgotten." The man continued almost to himself, "proof of their creation has long since been lost but others have pieced together their origin from snippets of records across history. Most have inferred that….."

"What?" Harry asked eagerly, this was the most the man had spoken and he was just starting to give him the answers he so desperately wanted.

"Your name….Makos has not used your name." The man said suddenly, if Harry could have seen him he would assume the man was frowning in thought, "Your name boy, what is it? Who exactly are you!"

"Harrison." Harry told him not caring that he didn't know this man's name at that moment when it seemed he was close to getting answers.

"Harrison..." The man replied shrewdly but Harry could hear a scornful look even if he couldn't see it, "Your accent is English that much I can tell. You are no common born wizard, but your tongue is not as eloquent as a highborn. Are you a bastard? No, if you were why would they take you? No, you must be of an important lineage, tell me boy, what is your family name."

"Black." Harry told him, it was the truth or at least part of it.

"Harrison Black?" The man laughed, "You lie poorly boy, no matter. Only one family is believed to be integral to the Hallows, only one would have answers the Sect so desperately wants. I myself wondered why the bloodline never reclaimed that which they created."

The man didn't speak again after that, he remained quiet despite anything that Harry said, he might have been asleep or he was just ignoring him.

Harry however sat thinking on what the man said, he hadn't explicitly told him what the Hallows were but Harry guessed what they were now, there was a connection between them and his ancestors it seemed it wasn't just mad conjecture as he had forced himself to believe at Hogwarts.

But what could he give the sect? He didn't have anything to give them, he only knew a story no great secrets to their creation.

His thoughts came slower and slower as he fell asleep and passed into odd dreams of mysterious symbols and Hallows before he escaped to the freedom of flying though the skies beholden to no man.

Harry didn't say another word, but if what the man said was true then Harry had an idea what the Deathly Hallow could be now. But he was unable to think on it much longer as he had fallen asleep and escaped reality for his dreams of flying though the skies.

Sleep was one only means of escaping his cell but it was no something he could not do for long, no sooner did he feel that he had fallen asleep was he woken again but Makos for another round of interrogation.

This time however Makos immobilised him and bound him with a new set of chains to a chair, his chest pressed against the cold back, his legs strapped to the feet. His arms pull out from his body and chained to the floor and his head kept in still by another chain.

"Now I know that your magic is limited to the use of a wand, there is no need to waste the magic of the high security chains to supress your magic. These new chains are still enchanted so I wouldn't advise trying to break them or escape them." Makos warned him before he turned away and conjured a wooden table and began to lay something it on it.

"What do you have planned for today?" Harry asked wiggling on the chair testing the restraints, "Torture I suppose."

"Nothing so crude." Makos replied lightly, and he moved aside to reveal an open roll of leather that contained numerous instruments, many of them looked like they were used for runic magic, warding and even potions.

"My father devised a way to enter a man's mind through the right application of magic," Makos said as he pulled out six black metal objects tipped by a needle, they rougly the size of a knitting needle. "When applied correctly they allow the user to enter even the most unwilling minds to break them open only it will be extremely painful comparable to being held under the Cruciatus Curse. If I do this wrong I will destroy your mind and everything it contains will be lost."

Harry bared his teeth and smiled dangerously, "If you are trying to scare me you are going to be disappointed. I have been exposed to that curse more than once."

Defiance seemed to fuel Makos, it was like he relished the challenge. He moved behind Harry and he felt his hand on his back and then the sharp prick of the tool as it pierced his back. It sent a shiver across his body that made every part of him tingle like he had pins and needles and like he had been plunged into icy water.

Five more needles were placed into his back and their effects multiplied, he couldn't move now whatever magic they possessed stopped his control over his own body. It was like he had been placed in a body bind, he could only move his eyes.

He watched with apprehension as Makos went back to his tools and pulled out a shining silver tool and recognised it instantly, it was a rune scribing tool.

Makos moved towards him and grabbed his chin and pushed it up and moved his hair aside baring the skin of his forehead and began to draw a rune. It stung and smarted and he smelt something metallic in the air.

Another rune was added to the back of his neck, whatever runes they were Harry didn't know but he could feel their magic now, and the metallic smell was getting stronger and it was repugnant. Makos then marked his own hands before he pressed them to the runes on Harrys own skin.

He felt the powerful mental spike dig straight through his mind bypassing many of his mental defences and Harry had no choice but retreat deeper than ever but his mind was not following his thoughts, his body was rebelling and overwhelming him, he felt like his every nerve was on fire or engulfed in ice.

Screaming was beyond his bodily functions thanks to the needles, so his scream turned inwards and drowned his thoughts.

o-HP-o

Black House was a hive of activity, with members coming in and out frequently as they came to report the results of their search for Harry. There was no sign of him anywhere, they had tried to follow his route from the station but found nothing.

No suspicious magical activity had been reported to the Ministry or any altercations with the muggle police, it was simply like Harry had disappeared without a trace, which only made people worry more.

The House was darker, colder and more inhospitable than it had been for two years, it was as if a shadow had consumed the house much like a swarm of dementors could accomplish. A dark energy seemed to possess the house and it polluted the air and made it foul, created by the emotional state of Head of the House of Black who sat getting increasingly angrier and distraught.

Losing Harry made him feel like he was reliving that worst day of his life all over, the day his best friends, James and Lily had been taken from him. The Blacks were known for being unstable and mentally deranged and Sirius was not an exception to this trait many saw it in his eyes and feared what he would do.

Twice he had lost control and his magic had exploded out of him causing an explosion of glass and crockery and he had also started a fire, emotional turmoil effected a wizards magic greatly and Sirius was a wreck.

He had nearly been arrested at the Ministry and would have pulled his wand on the Minister of Magic had it not been for the intervention of his young cousin and the firm grip of her mentor.

"I have made discrete enquiries with the Department of Magical Transportation." Arthur said, "The new proximity wards that Rufus had erected recorded a number of alerts as witches or wizards passed through them on the day Harry disappeared. One of which happened not an hour after Harry left the station."

"Do we really think Harry has been taken abroad?" Tonks asked concerned, she viewed Harry as something of a younger brother, friend and cousin all combined, "Why would he be taken there? And by who?"

"Why do you think he was taken?" Mundungus asked, "he might had fled himself, lost of people are."

"Not Harry," Ron answered sternly glaring at Dung, "Harry doesn't run from a fight he runs towards them. He wouldn't have just left us, not when he has….work…to do."

The Order might know what Ron was talking about, but Sirius understood he was talking about hunting for the Horcrux's and the mission to stop Voldemort. But to Sirius's dismay a number of people around the room were grumbling and he could tell they agreed with Dungs view.

Sirius slammed his fist on the table and his grey eyes glowed briefly and the Black family magic poured out of him causing Mundungus to flinch in horror as it engulfed him in its menacing embrace.

"Harrison is not a coward." Sirius growled glaring around the table all but daring them to question his word, "He had not run away, he had been fighting since his return to the wizarding world six years ago. Some of you might want to run, and some of you probably will but Harry is no coward! If you dare Insinuate otherwise again I will remind you why it is that we Blacks are so feared."

"Sirius!" Remus said scolding him for his words, many of the Order were shifting uncomfortably now and some looked outright terrified of him.

"My son is missing. He is our best hope in stopping Voldemort and with him gone our country will be swallowed by the darkness." He said glaring at them all as if it was there fault he couldn't find Harry himself.

"Out. Now." Said a stern voice from the doorway.

There stood a stern figure wearing a grey robe and a large fur collared coat, she cut an imposing figure and with her appearance more than one member of the order gasped in horror for a moment before realising who stood before them.

"Mum!" Tonks said jumping up in surprise.

"All of you leave." Andromeda ordered them all, but her eyes bore into her cousin and barely regarded the others, beside her was a very hesitant and scared Winky. "Nymphadora perhaps you would take Remus and visit your father? He would be most happy to see you both."

The room emptied quickly, no one protested or argued not with Sirius so angry and Andromeda so assertive. Once the dinning room was empty she stepped inside and closed the doors.

"What are you doing here." Sirius said gruffly.

She didn't reply but gave him a reproachful look, the room was thick with the residual magic of the Black Family, but she stepped through the room undeterred. She was a Black and had nothing to fear from that magic, not to mention she was not easily intimidated.

"You need to regain control of your senses Sirius." She warned him, "You push away everyone right now and you will undo everything you have done."

"How can I!" Sirius snapped, "Harry is missing and I am failing him!"

"No, you are not." Andromeda refuted, "You have mobilised the entire Order to find him. Harry has been taken and it is our job to try and find him, but you no as well as I just how resourceful he can be when pushed."

"He is hidden from me, that alone terrifies me." Sirius admitted sinking down in his chair, "Dobby cannot find him, and the family magic cannot point me towards him, had it not been for both the elves and I sensing his vague presence through the connections he shares with us I would think he was dead."

"Sirius think about this like you would any other issue, you need to set your emotions aside and use that mind of yours." She said trying to direct him, "You know that while you are in this state you are of no use to anyone. Not the Order, not the community, not Hogwarts and especially not Harry."

"I don't know where to start." Sirius told her defeated, and that was the worst problem, "I don't think that the Death Eaters have him, I think this is something else entirely but what reason could someone have to take him?"

o-HP-o

Makos had not been able to enter Harry's mind despite his new form of interrogation although it had been far my successful than his attempts at using normal legilimency on him. In the aftermath of his first session Harry had been left twitching and shaking uncontrollably for a long time and he was suffering from phantom pains that mirrored the main of the procedure.

His mind was brittle, his control over it was almost entirely spent and he didn't think he would be able to endure even another session, and it was to his absolute horror that Makos stepped into the room once more.

"Good your awake." He said looking down at him, "I will begin with the questions, should you fail to answer we will then have to move on to more persuasive means of eliciting your answers."

"I told you." Harry growled glaring at him with unconcealed hatred, "I don't know what the Deathly Hallows are!"

"Yes you do." Makos said and he smirked, "I may not have broken your mind yet but I have entered the surface layers of your consciousness. Your skill in blocking me is very impressive in one so young, but I was able to get a sense of what you knew, and there is something that you do know on them isn't there."

"I don't." Harry said defiantly.

"You are the last of the bloodline." Makos said, "No one else has the connection that you share with the Hallows. No other bloodline would have the secrets to their creation and how to find them."

"I don't know what, where on how the Death Hallows exist." Harry whined knowing the pain would return soon as Makos just wouldn't listen, "If I knew I would have told you."

"What of the Elder Wand?" Makos said while watching him carefully.

Harry's heart missed a beat and his expression changed even when he tried to stop it and he had given an answer without opening his mouth.

"You see I knew you that you knew more than you were letting on." Makos said delighted to have made some success for the first time, "Where is it? What do you know of this wand?"

"Wands of elder are unpopular." Harry replied steadily trying to keep his body calm to avoid giving away a lie, "but there are myths and stories of powerful wands, there have been two powerful elder wands according to history."

"That is what the history books say." Makos agreed sounding delighted, he was getting answers from Harry now, "However what if the books got it wrong? What if there were not two wands of elder? And other famous wands such as the Death Stick and Wand of Destiny to name few others. What if there were not merely wands of great renown but a single wand that had been spilt blood across all of Europe."

Could that be true Harry wondered, he himself had found the references to many famous wands but could many of them all actually be a single wand, no that was absurd no wand could have existed for so long and been held by so many.

"If these wands were in fact a single wand then you would be able to track it through history from owner to owner." Makos said, "But one question remains, how was it made?"

"I am a sixth year Hogwarts student." Harry snapped, "I am not a wand maker! How the hell should I know."

"It was made by your kin." Makos said conversationally, not caring about his tone, "If the wand is real then by extension it puts the Cloak and Stone in the realms of reality, we will find them and unite them for the first time since their creation."

"You have paid too much attention to a children's story." Harry told him, "It is a fable. A tool to teach children, not instructions."

"All stories have a basis in some truth." Makos countered, "The wand is said to be the most powerful ever crafted, it has absorbed the magic and knowledge of its former masters, unbeatable due to its attributes if not its use. It will make a fine weapon for us, we would not be challenged again."

"Do you really believe that?" Harry asked, "You are not the first to seek the Elder Wand if what you say is true. That wand has been changing hands for almost nine centuries, its allegiance is fickle and its master will always be challenged such is the allure of its power. Voldemort will seek it, even now he is searching for a wand, a wand that he believed will make him untouchable."

"Voldemort is nothing to us." Makos shrugged, "Chaos is a ladder after all. My order has a long and bloody history with your country and its rulers, we shall strike at you once more and we will remove any who are in our way. Be it Voldemort or a British Ministry."

Harry looked at Makos and saw the depth of his devotion to his cause, he was a fanatic it was true but there was a part of him that could respect the devotion to a cause but it also made him fear what Makos could do to achieve his aims.

"What do you know of Antioch, Cadmus and Ignotus?" Makos asked him.

He was leading up to something, but Harry answered to avoid further interrogation at his hands, "They were the sons of Lord Peverell at the time of a Dark Crusade and an outbreak of a great plague across Britain and Europe. They rallied the Ancient Houses and their loyal men to fight the invaders and led them to victory."

"Historically correct but that is not the full story." Makos told him, "you have read your history books and as you know history is written by the victors."

"You know more than I do on the subject," Harry said frustrated, they were getting nowhere, "What is it you need from me, why did you take me."

"The Hallows are the legacy of the Peverell Bloodline." Makos said, "their creation was the cause of the death of their bloodline. It was made by their blood and only their blood can unmake them, perhaps your blood holds the key to locating them but failing that you are their weakness."

"So you mean to kill me?" Harry laughed, "You should have left me alone, Voldemort will kill me given half a chance."

"You are so cavalier with your life boy, even when exposed to pain you barely seem to care." Makos said frowning at him, "I have seen grown men break under my care but not you, you are something I have never seen before. Do you not feel the pull of the Hallows? That urge to find them, the compulsion to unite them, the need to become a Master of Death."

"Death is a friend we all must acquaint" Harry said the words coming to his tongue without thought, they were his family words, the motto of the House of Potter and Peverells before them.

"Foolish settlement." Makos sneered, "Death is the enemy of all living things."

Harry didn't answer he was thinking about his obsession over the last year to find out what the symbol meant, what wand Voldemort wanted, he had even obsessed over the Tale of Three Brothers. They were connected even if he hadn't known it at the time. Master of Death? Was that what he needed to become? Was that the power the Prophecy spoke of, was this the path he needed to follow?

He turned his mind away from the Hallows they were not going to help him now, his cloak was probably at Black House right now and the wand and stone were where ever they were. All he knew was that he needed to escape but it begged the question how had Makos got him in the first place.

"How did you find me." Harry asked, "I was disguised, you shouldn't have been able to find me let alone be waiting for me."

Makos looked surprised for a moment at his question but he answered, "I didn't need to see through your disguise, I was tracking you from the moment you disembarked the train in London. A tracking charm was placed on you while you slept on the train."

"While I slept…" Harry muttered looked at him in wonder, he couldn't have been on the train with them he would have been spotted. The only people in that compartment had been his friends…. a sick thought occurred to him.

He had been the one who had helped the Death Eaters attack Durmstrang, he had taken the giants for himself to break the castle parameter but then had seemingly vanished. Then there had been the attack on Hermione in the library by the invisible attacker, her memory had been altered and blood taken.

A nasty smile crept up across Makos's face.

"So, you've finally realised." Makos said as a nasty smile crept up across his face, "I hadn't thought I would be discovered in Durmstrang, I had a plan to use your friend to get to you but then you appeared and I was going to take you then but you were quicker on the draw than I anticipated and I had to flee."

"What did you do to her." Harry growled menacingly.

"I took her blood." Makos said simply. "Kenning is an old magic seldom used but it worked so well here, I saw through her eyes, I controlled her body limited only by the amount of blood I had."

"You possessed her!" Harry accused, "Did she even know?"

"She has no idea, I have only used it three times, the first was a test. The second was in Hogwarts but I was unable to get to you due to an annoying ginger cat."

Harry remembered that morning when he had found Hermione asleep in the Common Room, he had thought she had fallen asleep working but she had seemed confused when he roused her and Crookshanks had been odd too.

"The cat knew something was wrong."

"Yes, but it didn't matter." Makos shrugged, "I used Kenning to possess her temporarily on the train not four days ago I made a show of fallen off the seat and made her land on your feet while casting a tracking charm on your shoes."

"Hermione would have fought you." Harry frowned wondering why she hadn't said anything about lost time, they knew that was a sign.

"No, Kenning cannot be fought. Wizarding Children of magical families are blessed and a part of the rituals is a warding against such magics." Makos laughed, "Long ago Kenning was known by many and so parents protected their children, Muggleborns however are never go through the rituals so are at risk of being a vessel. Something i exploited to my advantage."

Makos distracted him then as he pulled out a draw string bag and emptied their contents onto the conjured table, from it fell two rings. Harry's rings and they glinted in the light.

"Interesting artefacts, the Potter ring especially as it contains one of the stones created by Merlin." Makos said looking at them, "I of course cannot touch them due to their potent power but I can admire them, these rings have an array of protections on them. Once such protection is from Kenning."

Whatever Makos's point was Harry didn't know as he was interrupted by the doorway shimmering into existence suddenly.

"Makos. A word?" Said a voice that sounded slightly familiar to Harry but he couldn't see its owner as they were cloaked in darkness. Makos looked up surprised and exited the room quickly and the door sealed itself once more.

"A dark legacy to carry." The prisoner said quietly, "their power is dangerous as they can corrupt and exploit the parts worst parts of us. The brothers are barely remembered for their actions during the Dark Crusade, their great accomplishments are only recorded in a corrupted children's story and as a mere footnote in the history books. But the question is, do you believe in them? Would you seek them out?"

"I don't care about the Hallows." Harry said, "All I want to do is leave."

The man didn't reply, he wouldn't not when Harry actually wanted help, he often had thought that the man was actually Makos or another one of the Sect there to psychologically torture him.

"You are no longer bound in magical supressing chains." The voice said, "All you need to do is use magic to break the containment magic."

"You said these chains are bound by Makos." Harry pointed out "Only he can take them off and how can I escape I haven't got my wand."

"Who said you would need a wand to use magic?" The man replied chuckling gruffly and he then began to instruct Harry on how to use magic without a wand.

o-HP-o

Hermione was at home, her parents had whisked her away from Kings Cross very quickly and during the drive to their house they had asked her numerous questions about all the odd happenings and asked why her letters were less frequent.

Not wanting to scare her parents to the goings on of the magical community Hermione kept them at arm's length and didn't tell them what had been happening. But her parents were not fools, when they had got Home they had sat Hermione down and then pulled out a stack of papers.

Her parents had taken out a subscription of the Daily Prophet three months prior and were aware of all the news but lacked context to a lot of it and Hermione had spent the better part of a day explaining everything to them.

They were furious that Hermione had kept them in the dark, but she explained all that she could but made sure to tone a lot of it down and some stories were kept to herself. She wasn't sure what to do about her parents now, their knowledge made them vulnerable as much as their being related to her.

Making things worse was the news that Harry was missing, when she had got Ron's owl she had apparated straight to the burrow to find out what had happened and she like everyone else was very worried about her best friend.

With Harry gone she was at a loss for what to do, she could use his advice right now but had decided on the best way to keep her parents safe.

She had emptied her school trunk when she returned home, then with a complicated application of charms created an undetectable extension charm within it. Slowly she began to pack up her things.

Of course, should her parents have ventured into her room they would wonder where her possessions were but she would

While her parents were muggles they were not stupid, it had come as a great surprise to find that her parents had taken a standing order for the Daily Prophet the entire year, having gone to Diagon Alley to arrange it without telling Hermione.

She had been shocked at how much they had known about the war and they had been furious that she had been sheltering them from the truth. So on the first day back from school she had sat her parents down and told them almost everything, of course she held some of the stories back not wishing to make them fearful of the magical world but she would cross that bridge when it came to it. Almost everything in her room apart from that which she would normally take to Hogwarts got packed away. However, she added her school robes and telescope as she didn't think she would be needing them.

Leaving Hogwarts felt so wrong to her, she couldn't believe she was just not returning, but needs must. Defeating Voldemort came first before a magical education and grades.

It was odd to be sitting in her barren room while she finished packing her trunk, while this was her home it often didn't feel like it. Hogwarts was where she had spent most of the last six years and she had grown accustomed to it.

If her parents came into her room they would wonder where a lot of her things had gone, but she only needed a further day to get all of it packed away in the trunk. She pulled out her charms books and began to look up the spells she needed.

As if he knew what she was thinking of doing, Crookshanks sat atop her windowsill watching her carefully, his amber eyes casting judgment on her.

"Don't give me that look!" Hermione scolded, "I am not doing anything wrong."

The cat did not look convinced and flicked his bottlebrush tail at her for good measure.

"It will keep them safe." Hermione told him, "I cannot tell them as they would never agree to something like this."

Part of her knew what she was doing was very wrong, to do this to someone should be considered unforgivable but if it kept them safe she would not regret it but she was going to make sure she had it perfected before she tried.

The decision to join Harry had been easily made, she would follow him anywhere as would Ron but first they needed to find him.

There was a tap on her window and Crookshanks hissed and meowed in response, an owl was outside with a paper attached to his leg.

"No Crookshanks you can't eat him." Hermione told the cat that Ron often called a menace and shooed him out of the way to let the owl in. She placed its payment in its leg pouch and it took flight immediately perhaps not only due to its job being done but fear of Crookshanks hungry look.

The Prophet contained more reports of Death Eater activity and further reports on the attacks on Madam Bones, Hogwarts, and St Mungo's. Scrimgeour was managed the crisis according to the paper which surprised her but there was a list of people who had been reported missing in the last few days.

She wasn't sure if that was of their own volition or by some nefarious means but she supposed people would want to disappear now, last time the Death Eaters had killed hundreds. Muggleborns were at serious risk of attacks and they should either hide or flee.

Not that she would, that wasn't something she could do and even if Harry or Ron tried to make her she still wouldn't do it.

As she read through the articles she came across a strange article near the last page.

While not major news it has been reported that numerous Griffins and Thestrals have been found dead in Northern Europe. The creature's deaths have experts mystified as they cannot find the cause but say there is a magical signature over the creatures which they cannot identify.

What is causing the Griffins which seldom leave their mountain valleys to fly across Europe? Watchers have even claimed to have seen them flying irregularly.

'I have watched Griffins for years, they are majestic creatures yet before it fell from the sky it had been flying around as if it was just having fun! In twenty years, I have never seen such a thing.'

That is strange, Hermione thought as she read the article again. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened. A Griffin had died in Durmstrang, and Hagrid had found four dead thestrals in the forest of Hogwarts was it just a coincidence that…

"Oh my god." She gasped and she practically sprinted out of her room.

The moment she was clear of the illegal wards over her house she apparated across London and landed unsteadily on the top most step of Black House and knocked on the door.

o-HP-o

Review - Favourite - Add to Communities

o-HP-o