I am not JK Rowling and I am not Christopher Paolini. I am not employed by Knopf, or Raincoast books. I am not making a cent here.
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Happy New Year! 2020. A decade behind us, a new one ahead of us. All I got to say for now.
We are back in Wizarding Britain again in this chapter, with some insights into the Dark Lord's plans. Please review if you have any thoughts or comments on how to improve this story. At least I am finally making the chapters longer. So, here we go.
Chapter 15
Luna Lovegood stepped out of the fireplace and took a look around the Atrium of the ministry of magic. She had been here a few times over the years; most memorably battle against the Death Eaters in the Department of Mysteries, and later in the trials against the Malfoys and other Death Eaters. Before, there had been a beautiful golden fountain, but now there was a large golden white obelisk, with four cherubim that hovered magically around and who little trickles of water poured from their hands. Luna knew that the obelisk held the names of everyone killed during the war against Voldemort. She also knew that Harry had donated the money for the fountain from his own personal Gringotts vault.
After having her wand checked and registered, she headed for the lifts and ascended to level two.
Luna had never before seen the Auror offices. Her father was just a little too eccentric for the ministry to allow him to come to the upper levels.
Although she dearly loved her father, Luna had come to believe that many of the creatures her father believed in were not real, although she was still certain that Crumple-horned Snorkacks were real, just very rare like a phoenix.
She paused outside a door that bared the title Auror deputy chief above the name Ronald Weasley.
Luna knocked twice and a voice said, "Come in!".
Ron was sitting behind a desk looking at a bunch of parchment sheets. He looked like he hadn't slept in a week and contrasting his fair skin was a four day growth of red beard.
"Hello Ron. You really shouldn't let the wrackspurts keep you awake at night." said Luna.
"Luna. Thank you for coming." said Ron as he waved his wand and said, "organatzio!" causing the paperwork to fold in on itself and into a folder that caught fire as the last piece flew in.
"Aguamenti!" he said frantically, putting out the fire with a sheepish grin.
"Hermione taught me that so I would be better organized, but I still haven't quite mastered it. Last week I accidentally blew a hole in the desk." said Ron as he gestured for Luna to take a seat.
"I received your letter, and forwarded it to my new Department of Mysteries liason. He will join us soon."
As Ron spoke, Luna could see that there was very little life left in the wizard. Seven months ago, he was the life of the party, smiling, laughing and always hungry. He had reminded Luna of Shaggy from the muggle television show Scooby-Doo. But now, the wizard in front of her had aged years from that person, and Luna was unsure if he would recover.
"Ron, I explained it to you in my letter, but let me actually show you." said Luna, lifting her left hand and showing him the glowing lightning bolt on her palm. At that moment, the door opened and a tall wizard came in.
"Mr Weasley, you requested... Oh, ah yes I see." said the Wizard as he saw the mark as well.
"Miss?" said the wizard.
"Luna. Luna Lovegood."
"Miss Lovegood, Mr Weasley and I have been studying the possibility that Harry Potter is in another world. But before I further divulge anything, may I read your mind? I assure you I will not be intrusive. Mr Weasley described the event you wrote about, but I wish to see for myself. " said the wizard, who was obviously Ron's liason.
" Okay. But be careful. The image I told Ron about is only the first of many I have received. "
" Elva, you need to rest. You passed out again. "
" Eragon, I'm fine! But this new vision, I need to see more."
The man, Eragon frowned, clearly disappointed.
" We need to find where Voldemort and Sundavar took Harry. " said the dark haired Elva.
" Yes. I have asked Arya and Murtaugh to scry and see if there is anywhere we can start. Voldemort dispirited... "
" Disapparated." said Elva
"Yes, but that means according to Harry, he could be anywhere in Alagaisia." said Eragon.
"We'll find him. And Tinkledeath will ring with Voldemort's pierced heart." said Elva fiercely.
The two dragons soared over the ground, Illiria in sight. Despite Elva's protestations, they had flown back to the capital to organize their search. Elva kept puzzling over her most recent vision of the blonde girl she had found herself connected with. She knew now that the girl was from Harry's own world and that he was sorely missed. Then she felt a presence. Not in her mind, but the blonde Luna as she was called.
The wizard withdrew from Luna's mind.
"Extraordinary Miss Lovegood. Of course, he left a portal to come and go if he chose. " said Harding.
"So where is this portal? And how could Harry go through it when we were at Lestrange Manor?" asked Ron.
"Before we get into this, Mr.. Harding is it? Can I use this connection somehow? This girl and I are connected, right? Could I possibly be able to communicate with her? We obviously speak English so language is not a problem. And I can tell she cares deeply about Harry. "said Luna.
" OK, first, I think you could communicate with her. The problem is that it could be detrimental to either of you. You might end up stuck in limbo between the two worlds. So I will do some more research on this and see if it is safe. For now, keep it to simple visions Miss Lovegood. As for your question Mr Weasley, you said that Potter was struck by a spell similar to a portkey. The spell might be able to link the portal. Likewise, I will investigate further. But, I truly believe that we are now close to rescuing Mr Potter. "said Harding, before standing and leaving the room.
" Luna, I don't care what he says. If you get any more of these visions or manage to speak to her, this Elva, do it. Because as soon as Harding finds out how to get to this place, I am going to get Harry back." said Ron after the Unspeakable had left.
"Of course Ron. And Hermione and I will be right behind you." said Luna in her dreamy voice, before taking her leave as well and leaving Ron alone in his office.
Voldemort waited with ill-concealed impatience, fingering his wand. Harry had not said a word in the four days since he regained consciousness. The boy was as irksome as ever. Had it been in Voldemort's character to value such things, he would have admired Potter's endurance and resilience. Even under the Cruciatus curse, he stayed silent.
Far down a corridor, a door banged and Voldemort heard the sound of iron boots on stone. He was growing weary of his partner's need for the drama of a war. The pathetic Riders could be dealt with by a simple Killing Curse, but they had to wait. Another door slammed open and the tall elf with blood red eyes strolled in gracefully.
"Voldemort. I have produced the people you sought. Though Death Eaters seems like a rather poor name for one's followers. Death cannot be eaten." said Sundavar.
"Fool! I am Lord Voldemort, and this world will know my wrath! You, you prancing, preening fool. I had a follower in my world like you. Presentable to the world but living with a mask. I ordered his destruction." Voldemort snarled at the elf.
"Haha, you are the one so pathetic that you need a wand to perform magic." Sundavar spat back.
Voldemort swiftly drew his wand and before Sundavar could react, he was under a Cruciatus so intense that the veins in his eyes burst.
When the curse was lifted, the elf was sobbing pathetically. Voldemort's pitiless eyes looked away from the sad excuse for a sorcerer. That split second was all Sundavar needed and blasted Voldemort with a burst of white fire.
Voldemort responded with a Killing Curse that was rebounded by the wards around the elf. Voldemort's fury spiked and magic filled the air as the spirits in the Shade engaged the Dark wizard. Fire and air and electricity and dozens of other wild elements of magic whipped around the two as they battled. With an explosion of energy, Voldemort shattered the wards and the walls around them. Before Sundavar could react, a burst of green light struck him in the chest and the Shade/Former Rider fell backwards. With triumph, Voldemort raised his wand and screamed "Morsemorde!", launching the Dark Mark through the holes in the ceiling and up into the sky.
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So it's happened. Voldemort always worked alone and trusted no one. Of course he would want to kill Sundavar. Luna and Elva with a connection. Ron is going to storm Alagaisia. Stay tuned and wait for the next chapter update!