Hey everyone,
Man, I really should not have stopped that last chapter at that one word. It almost completely blocked me from writing this chapter as it was such a disheartening ending to such a tough chapter in and of itself, that only the fact that the Dursleys will be getting their due this chapter inspires me to keep writing.
Sorry for that,

Venquine1990
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Chapter 08
Mimblewimble

23rd of December 1976
Lotelle Garden, Ariador
Lindilwen's POV

The way that Remus looks as he comes in worries me beyond words and actually makes the younger Black get off his seat in seconds and crossing the room, wrapping an arm around his friend. Yet it's the way that Remus responds, clinging to the black-haired teen like a terrified child that grips at my heart with worry beyond words.
"Can someone please keep reading? Please?" The teen whimpers and while everyone who cares for him wants to ask what transpired between him and the eldest of the Weasleys that came here, is it obvious to all of us that the boy just wants to forget that event and to this do I take the book from where Remus left it and start reading.

The Keeper of the Keys

This alone seems to relieve Remus a little as a small smile now graces his face and while Arthur walks past him to sit back with his family, nodding at them to answer their unasked question, does he send an apologizing glance at Remus, but the teen shakes his head, proving he doesn't blame the man for what occurred as I read on.

BOOM. They … his hands.

"A cannon, I can understand, but a rifle? Does that man have any regards to his family safety?" Potter's mother asks, to which Pettigrew asks: "Are those bad, your grace?" And while I still have great trouble believing that the Potter line is actually a ruse to cover up their actual royal heritage, does the woman nod and say:
"A cannon is a Medieval weapon that can actually take at least the entire Astronomy Tower out with a single blow were it to be used against Hogwarts. Our people do have them in stocks, yet they are only used against Gwarves and only to keep them away from the Borders as that is where they are never ever to come."

The boy nods and Malfoy asks: "And if one were to use said cannon against these beings, how badly would it hurt them?" To which the king sighs and says: "It doesn't. The Gwarves have no idea they even exist. They believe the Cannons are some kind of beast from the human world that prowls the border and hates their guts.
We are just using that rumor because the chance you can actually kill a Gwarve – it's as easy as casting a Patronus spell when surrounded by Dementors – in the very bowels of Azkaban." This shocks and terrifies the blond, as well as the rest of us, yet Snuffles seems to feel more scared than the rest of us as I read on.

Now they … I'm armed!"

"Is that the Muggle way to say I'll hex you?" Mr. Weasley then asks and I nod as the man seems genuinely interested, but then he turns to the King and Queen and asks: "Do the elves have any different kind of saying to this?" The king nods and says: "We say We'll cross you. Trust me, that is a dangerous threat in our world."
"Why is that?" I can't help but ask and the king answers: "Because we don't use it to warn uninvited guests that they're not welcome. We say it if, say, a meeting between heads becomes incapable of continuing due to different objectives. Only Royalty is allowed to say so against other royalty and only – to keep war from coming."
This shocks us and the king says: "I have only had to say this once my entire life and yet, it was one of the darkest and still happiest days of my life. It got me your mother, Jaurion, but it also lost me – a friend who was as close to me as Remus is to you." This shocks his son greatly, yet when the man keeps silent, do I read on.

There was … easy journey…"

Yet while most of those around me seem very happy to hear Hagrid's entrance, do neither the king or queen seem to share this with the rest of them and I ask: "Is everything okay, your majesty?" And the man sighs, drawing everyone's attention before he mutters: "I don't believe this was the right choice for Albus to make."
"Why not?" Potter's son – and apparently my son as well – asks and just by his tone do I know that he and Hagrid have grown quite close since this meeting, yet the king's answer is one I can agree with: "Because you are Muggle-raised and Hagrid is the last person capable of explaining the deeper details of that world.
Especially if you take into account that Hagrid loves the simple life and that, royalty or not, the Potters are known as a very powerful family. However, if you get entered into that world by someone like that, can it give the wrong first message to those who are of equal power, whether they be rivaling families – or alliances."
At this Hari looks conflicted, proving he understands and agrees with his grandfather, but that he also cares deeply about Hagrid and doesn't like hearing those he cares about being insulted and while part of me wonders if this trait is one Potter has been hiding from us all, does his need to hide not sit well with me before I read on.

He strode … mom's eyes."

"You think he would have recognized you if you hadn't been wearing that rosary, Hari?" To this the boy shrugs and says: "I don't look that different, do I?" Yet I can't really answer this question myself as I have no idea, even with the description given earlier, how the boy could have looked before the rosary was removed and I read on.

Uncle Vernon … and entering!"

"That is both true and not." The king says and when we all look at him, does he say: "Hagrid is indeed entering a house where he isn't welcome. However, on the other hand, does Dursley not have any deeds to the shack, so technically he isn't the owner, giving Hagrid permission to enter at his leisure." And with that I read on.

"Ah, shut … green icing.

"That's not Hagrid's, is it?" Hermione asks and Ron shakes his head as he says: "Doesn't sound like his rock cakes or anything, so I doubt it." And again the same look as before crosses Hari's face, making me suppress a smile of pride at how the – somewhat unhealthy – strength of the boy's loyalty before I read on.

Harry looked … are you?"

"Hari!" The female Weasley snaps, but Hermione shrugs and says: "I would have asked the same thing, whether it had been at that hut or my own home. In fact, according to something I read, it's actually something most Muggleborn parents ask the visiting teachers after they get their first explanation about their kid's magic."
"Really?" Mr. Weasley asks in shock and the king nods and says: "I researched that myself for some personal reasons. Most Muggleborn parents get a short explanation by visiting teachers and then ask those teachers okay, just to recap – who are you, exactly? So Harry's question isn't that bad a response, seeing the facts."
To this the woman who had wanted to snap at who I can only assume she considers her own seeing I was never part of Hari's life sits down shocked and while I can see that Malfoy feels insulted that some Muggleborn parents have that much trouble believing that magic actually exists, do I try to forget my own as I read on.

The giant … it, mind."

To this, for reasons only known to him, does Hari turn to the blonde who has been keeping quiet and to himself for most of the time here and says: "I don't like it, but that is one part of your description of Hagrid that you were right in – well, somewhat." And while this seems to confuse even the blonde himself, do I read on.

His eyes … don' worry."

"Isn't that a little hypocritical of Hagrid to say? I mean, even with him being half giant, how many times does Dudley fit into him anyway?" One of the elder Weasley boys asks and Hari answers: "At the age and shape he is now?" Maybe one and a half times if you don't take width into account." The redhead nods and another asks:
"Don't you mean age and weight?" But Hari shakes his head and says: "I didn't spend a lot of time around Dudley after my 5th, but since the summer before, Dudley has really been undergoing a lot of change. He went on a diet, started boxing and he's – I don't know, he really changed." His friends look shocked and one of them asks:
"So you just forgave him?" To which Hari laughs and says: "Oh heavens no! I just don't care anymore, really. Dudley, somewhat, redeemed himself, proved he can think outside the box of his parents and well, out of everything that's ever happened to me, he's the least of it all." And while this worries me, do I read on.

He passed … said quickly.

"Why did you even apologize?" The twins ask shocked and then Potter shocks me as he answers: "Instinct." His voice dark with anger. We all look at him and he says: "It says it right in the text. Hagrid looks shocked and Hari quickly responds. He doesn't really feel as if it's his fault, he just apologizes, because he's used to it.
That's just how the Dursleys raised him, just like they raised Dudley to be a fat, spoiled little brat of a boy." At this, while he does cringe, does Hari still nod with a smile on his face proving he is happy that his father understands that what Dudley had done was more out of upraising than personal desire and with that, I read on.

"Sorry?" barked … about ANYTHING?"

"Okay, I don't know what angers me more about that question there. That Hagrid thinks Hari knows nothing because he never heard of Hogwarts. Or that he is putting emphasis on it being Hari for – what reason exactly?" And while Potter ends his rant in confusion, does Hari's moan of: "My fame." Make me read on, feeling worried.

Harry thought … weren't bad.

"I was actually top in my year for a few months in my first year of primary." Hari then says and when we all look at him, does he roll his eyes and mutter: "Dursleys." Making my dislike for my sister and her terrible choice of a husband grow even more than I thought it could after being refused home for Christmas as I read on.

"I know … and stuff."

"Then why not take Arithmancy classes?" Hermione asks and Hari groans as he asks: "You mind if I answer that some other day? Like other than the day we discover about a whole other society besides our own? Speaking of which –." The slightly older teen says, turning to his grandfather and shocking some of us as he asks:
"Grandpa, are dad and I going to get lessons in royal etiquette now that we live here? You know, to help rule the kingdom and all?" To which the man himself smiles, Potter getting excited as he sees this before the man says: "Yes, but that will also come later, my boy. The books come first." His grandson nods and I read on.

But Hagrid … like "Mimble

"Stop right there!" The king suddenly shouts, shocking me enough I throw the book in a yelp of fright and when everyone looks at him, does he say: "I apologize, but anyone with even a hint of magic saying that spell can summon either a protective or aggressive spirit to him. I had to stop you, Lindilwen, before you finished it."
This makes me nod in understanding, the idea that I could have called on something potentially aggressive frightening me sincerely, yet Hari seems more shocked that his uncle – my brother in law – actually used an actual spell that day and then Potter, somehow, earns himself some points of respect as he asks:
"How big is the chance she would have conjured an aggressive spirit, dad? I mean, given her own nature and all." His father nods and says: "Given her nature and the environment we are in, it would have been very unlikely. However, we cannot underestimate the power of the books and what emotions we feel while reading.
Lindilwen, like the rest of us, is very overwhelmed by all these new discoveries and lessons and reading about someone who has been cruel to not just her but her son as well could very well have influenced her as she finished that. I just had to be safe, son, for all of us." Potter nods in acceptance and I read on.

wimble." Hagrid … in panic.

At this most of us roll our eyes, but then the twins seem to nod at each other and then one of them says: "Your majesty, I know you just warned us not to." And the other goes on: "But could we perhaps use that spell." And before the man can protest, do they chorus: "Once Dursley has been put behind bars – on him, that is?"
The man stops his protest and looks contemplative and then Hari asks: "That's just an appetizer, isn't it?" To which the twins shock me as they show off a huge roll of parchment, of which the parchment itself looks to be endless as they chorus: "You bet it." Making the boy shake his head at their apparent antics before I read on.

Aunt Petunia … yer letter."

"Wait, I'm grateful that Hagrid used us as examples, but why didn't he elaborate? Why didn't he say that Lindilwen is the most powerful witch of her family and generation or that my family has, supposedly, been producing powerful magicians since the early 13 hundreds? Why just keep it at with a mum an' dad like yours?"
Jaurion asks and while I wonder what the lad could mean with me being the most powerful witch of my family – as all others in my family are Muggles – do I still feel flattered slightly that he reacted so instantly in his need to defend us and then his father says: "Like I said, Hagrid is much too simple minded for this."

Yet while some of us nod, does Hari prove that he is mine as well as Potter's slightly more true as he asks: "Dad wait, aren't all of mum's relatives Muggles?" But Potter shocks me as he shakes his head and says: "Not possible, her magic is too strong for that. She has magical ancestors somewhere down her line, for sure."
"You didn't check where?" Black asks and Jaurion responds: "Are you crazy? That's a serious invasion of privacy, of course not!" And while his black-haired friend looks properly chastised, do I shake my head as part of me feels like seeing Potter is a whole new light, something I just don't feel ready for as I read on.

Harry stretched … my owl?"

"Wow Hari, you really were Muggle-raised." Hermione then says and Mr. Weasley asks: "Do all Muggleborns ask that?" The girl nods and says: "It's even second in the top two most asked questions first asked by newly found Muggleborns. Yeah, they actually have a top three of that." And while feeling stupid, do I read on.

"Gallopin' Gorgons, … well. Hagrid

"Isn't that a little rude?" I can't help but ask, but Hari shakes his head and says: "They meant it literally. The Dursleys were too scared to move and the walls were too wet with rain so Hagrid had to use my back to keep the paper still while writing. I just got curious and turned my head." Which makes me read on shocked.

Hagrid rolled … she was?

At this the King actually turns to focus on me instead of the book in my hands and says: "Lindilwen, do me a favor. Have one of the royal Healers check you for what my son claimed regarding your family before we send for the Dursleys. I would love to add that revelation to their punishment at a later time."
And while I have trouble believing that Potter could be onto something, can I not help but feel curious as to whether or not the boy is indeed right. The idea alone however also makes me feel a lot better than I thought and while realizing it's because that will mean I am not the only one with magic in my family, do I nod and read on.

Oh, she … into rats.

"What? I never did any of that! The most I would do was lie on my bed and wave my wand around, remembering the spells I had been learning in the year before. I never even opened my mouth saying anything if I did so!" I can't help but shout, the fact that my sister is accusing me of breaking the law making me respond out of instinct.
Everyone looks shocked at this, but then something happens that both startles me and makes me feel a small hint of pride. Hari hums thoughtfully and then says: "So that's where I got that from." And while his friends smile in great joy that he found something in common with me, do I suppress my own loving smile as I read on.

But for … the family!"

"Just a question, dear." The queen then interrupts me and when I look at her, does she ask: "Who of your parents would you say has the bigger imagination?" And while her question confuses me, do I tentatively answer: "I – I'd say my mother, really." The woman nods and I can't help but ask her back: "Why, your Grace?"
And the answer startles me as she says: "Because my son might be right. a lot of Muggleborns who have as much magical potential as you do, usually have one parent who descends from either a magical creature for a grand or great-grandparent or a powerful witch or wizard. They can usually be found by their level of imagination.
After all, the most inventive of minds create the craziest of things." And while I can't help but give her right, do I feel light-headed with the idea that either my great-grandmother or even her mother or father before her could have been either a vampire or werewolf or even a witch or wizard like myself before I read on.

She stopped … with you!"

Yet, starting the words blown up, do I feel the need to stop speaking, making my voice more and more quiet as I force myself to read out the last of the sentence, yet when I do, do I finally respond to all the hateful and hurtful things my sister has been saying about me since we discovered my magic and what it meant for me and my being.
I throw the book away, not caring if it gets thrown out the tent or even hits someone and just crouch down on myself, letting my emotions get away with me and crying my tears out, regardless of the fact that I am in a room with someone who hates my blood, several strangers and even people I have never really trusted before today.

General POV

All of those around the girl keep silent, most of them fuming with absolute fury and gazing only at what is right in front of them, whether that be the person sitting opposite them or the other side of the tent, yet the whole group keeps their grumbling, their growls and their need to speak their vengeance quiet for a united reason.
Lily Evans. The girl who would grow to be the most incredible mother the world of magic has ever seen. The girl who would grow into the mother who would put her own life and future aside just to give her son a chance to live. The woman who just got proven how little her own sister cares about her greatest sacrifice.
As angry as everyone in the group feels about Petunia Dursley and her terrible act of family betrayal, none of them have it in their heart to speak bad about the woman now that the girl who's future death she insulted seems to finally be letting go of the bond of hate and pain she has been trying to keep and turn into one of love all this time.

All of them keep quiet, knowing the girl needs this, that she deserves time to herself and so they just keep quiet and share only wordless glances with each other, some of them like Sirius and Remus using each other and their close company to one another to keep the other's temper and anger under tight control.
Others, like Hari, Ron and Hermione, just share glances with each other, speaking entire conversations without having a single syllable leave any of their lips and again others, just stay close, not feeling angry, but just content with sharing in the other person's anger and knowing they will get back at Dursley at a later time.

Lindilwen's POV

I cry and I cry and yet while the pain slowly lessens and I feel myself growing a little more apathy towards what was once my sister, do I then notice how anyone is even speaking up or at me and when I look up, do I see that they're all turned away from me, respect and acceptance clearly showing through all of their eyes.
Yet while they did nothing to console me, can I tell by their body language that a lot of them just want to go and tear Petunia a new one, whereas others are sharing silent plans of revenge with each other without even speaking and the last, which appears to be the king and queen, have already made up their minds regarding revenge.
Shocked that they were quiet this entire time and that they saw I needed this alone time to get over the last hurdle that kept me from accepting that Petunia and I are no longer sisters, let alone related by heart, do I smile at them all gratefully, all of them sending me proud smiles in return before Hari gives me back the book.

Harry had … not knowin'."

At this, while everyone who is apparently from Hari's time nods in agreement, does the boy seem as if he is fighting his own emotional battle before he softly says: "I hate admitting it, but when it comes to my family and what the Potters actually stand for – Hagrid did nothing about that, so I still went to Hogwarts unknowing."
To this everyone who knows him seems to know how hard it was for the lad to admit this as they all nod again with understanding smiles on their faces and then the King says: "Don't worry about it, kiddo. All of that can be found in a single book that is always carried by any and all those alliance to the House of Potter."
"Really, like who?" Hari asks and this question astounds both his father as well as his grandparents before the king asks: "The alliances never approached you?" And while the boy shakes his head can I almost read his mind from the look on his face, making me know he would have liked that sometime during the last few years.

"That is very odd. Why – why wouldn't any of the alliances – es-especially the House of Bones – contact or approach you?" The king seems really shocked and upset about this and Potter shocks me as he says: "I know I've been building this reputation, but even that never kept the alliances from keeping in touch with me."
And while the two share a concerned look that clearly asks: "What changed?" Do I suddenly see a hurt look shared between Hari and his friends before he asks: "Just a question. Regarding House Bones, who would have been the designated person required to contact me about this alliance?" And the king answers:
"Edgar, he's the Head of the House and if not him, then either his wife or any male heir he could have, seeing his line continues through the paternal side of the family." This makes the whole group cringe, drawing the king's attention and then Hari sighs and says: "Just read on, I'll explain later." To which I read on, feeling anxious.

He threw … All right – Voldemort. "

"Why didn't he just say what he usually does?" Peter asks and Hari answers: "That is one of Hagrid's finer traits. No matter how he feels about something, he's always honest, whether it's a fact or his own opinion of something." And while everyone who knows Hagrid nods in agreement to this, do I read on, smiling slightly.

Hagrid shuddered … then, anyway.

At this the younger boy and 2 girls and the boy with the muscular body, scars all over himself and war-hardened eyes all gain a look of utter pain around them, making my year mates and me whiten as them darkening like that at this point means only one thing; Voldemort got Hogwarts, a fact that makes me read on, feeling lost.

Now, yer … an' – an' –"

At this I stop, still not fully past what had been read only a few chapters ago and then Lucius sighs and says: "Give it to me, Lindilwen. This is much too painful for you to read." And while Sirius seems shocked that the blonde cares for me this much, do I smile gratefully and give him the book, making him read on softly.

Hagrid suddenly … find – anywa…

At this I look at Potter, wondering if Hagrid is seeing what I just don't want to or if Hagrid, perhaps in the future, earned enough of Potter's trust to let the boy show him what is hidden underneath that rotten persona of his and while I still hate why he, as a twelve year old, decided to create this persona, do I listen as Lucius reads.

"You-Know-Who killed … famous, Harry.

"He sure left a lot of vital things out of that explanation." The older Black suddenly shivers as he speaks and when we all look at him, do we see that the dark look that the others wore previously doesn't even compare to how dead, pained and alone the man seems to feel as he just gazes at the table with unseeing eyes.
To this Hari and Lupin spring into action, both of them pulling the man up from one of his sides and excusing themselves as they leave the tent, one of the elves at the door actually following them, probably because of Hari, before the flaps close again, all of those of my year shocked at how the man looked before a sigh is heard.

We all turn to the source and see that it's the scarred, war-hardened lad who sighs and then says: "I – I don't know what he meant when he said that, but – but he and Hari are definitely very close and – well, I – I do know what caused him to look like that. Trust me, it ain't pretty." To this Remus shocks us as he nods.
We all turn to him, Sirius with eyes that are wide with fright and the younger werewolf answers: "Arthur told me." Yet he keeps quiet after that, but when Lucius doesn't read, does the boy sigh and say: "They're not coming back anytime soon, Lucius, so please, give them time and read on." The blonde nods and does as asked.

No one … you lived."

This, while the second name seems to shock the King into understanding his earlier dilemma, makes me turn to the older form of Molly Prewett and the woman sighs as she says: "Both of my brothers. I – I think it was sometime in the coming year." To which her husband pulls her close against him before Lucius reads on.

Something very … cruel laugh.

This, mostly because Lucius had read it with dread clear in his own voice, makes all of us shudder, yet the looks that follow this and show on the faces of everyone bar the young Hufflepuff prove me one thing; all of these time travelers have come across or fought against Voldemort at one point during their war.
This alone reminds me that Hogwarts has been seized by Voldemort in the future – a fact I still cannot understand or even want to figure out how it could be possible – yet it also makes me look at the blonde girl, the youngest of the Weasleys, the mouse-haired boy that are, to my fearful disgust, actually of my own age.
Looking at the three of them and the way that their eyes are shadowed with very recent pain makes me wonder how much time there was between them coming across this terrifying monster and their journey here can I only come to 1 conclusion; this gang of friends fought to free Hogwarts from him – and one of them died trying this.
This makes me look at the boy that is my age, who is softly rubbing the minimized camera that he actually carries around his neck with a passive motion to his hand and a shadow of someone who has seen death – or in his case personally experienced it – is shown all over his face, yet Lucius regains himself and reads on.

Hagrid was … sticky end –"

By now Lucius' voice has become monotone and that actually scares Sirius, the boy's eyes widening in fright more and more as the blonde reads on, yet the blonde himself seems obvious to this as he turns to the King and says: "I'm in." Before turning back to the book, apparently calm once more and reads on, leaving us shocked.

But at … to die.

At this Ron and Hermione share a look, apparently shocking even those who are from their time and their scarred friend: "He was right?" Yet the only answer the boy gets is the dark words spoken by Ron as he says: "Our journey. Our need to not return until we did." The boy with the scars nods in acceptance as Lucius reads on.

Some say … at Hogwarts."

"He was right famous before he even got on that train, let alone to the school. And not for the right reasons either." Mr. Weasley then says and while his third eldest seems to have some trouble accepting this, do the teen's younger twin brothers nod in solid agreement with their father as Lucius continues his reading.

But Uncle … know himself.

"There's a fact that's as true as stone." Everyone who seems to know Hari choruses and then the Hufflepuff boy speaks up and says: "Heck, I haven't seen Hari since he was 14 and even I barely recognize the kid. And it's been what, 3-4 years?" The other teens nod and Lucius reads on, while I fight my sense of concern.

He'll be … Uncle Vernon.

Yet while Lucius doesn't shout the words like my brother in law would have done in many years from now, can we all hear that the teen, even now, slightly does agree with the insult thrown at the Headmaster and while part of me – the growing motherly part – agrees with the blonde, do I not show this as I listen to him reading.

But he … his trousers.

"Okay, I may not like the kid – and I definitely don't like how he reminds me of the personas known as the Marauders – but even I think Hagrid went too far there. Dudley didn't say anything bad about Dumbledore, so why punish him for his father's words. That's like imprisoning me for my mother being a right hag. People don't do that."
Yet while the teen almost laughs at the end of this, do I see a shadow of pain ghost over Remus' face, the same going for those that travelled back here from the future, yet only the 3rd eldest Weasley, the Hufflepuff, Lucius' son and the boy with the tiny camera seem to mask this pain the easiest before Lucius reads on.

Uncle Vernon … the pockets."

And with that Lucius puts the book down, me nodding at him once more in gratitude and the boy lets a bit of his mask fall to show me a friendly understanding smile before suddenly the same elf that joined Hari, Lupin and Snuffles comes through our tent, his face clearly worried as he approaches the king and says:
"Your Majesty, your Heir and his companions wish for a change of plans. They are requesting you continue your activities back at the royal palace and request for you all to meet them at the gate so you can move over to the Royal Capital. I'm sorry, but the young prince looked like he truly meant business when he told me this."

Yet the king seems not at all offended as he nods and says: "We have had enough negativity in this one room. Better to go somewhere we can divide the reading over separate floors and locations in case chapters like these come up again. Yes, I say we all pack up and move back to Eldorian City right away."
And while shocked that the king listens to his grandson so easily and wondering what could have happened between the two adults and their teenage charge while we were reading this chapter, do I also wonder about several other things as we pack up and move out of the tent, one of them being; how did Voldemort get Hogwarts?

And with that, I end the chapter.
With that and with a warning: DO NOT expect any specific details about the actual Elven world. I am TERRIBLE when it comes to describing things and something as large as a city – GOOD MERLIN, what was I thinking when I decided on this? Anyway, next chapter will feature the royal castle and some more reading – and other stuff.
Enjoy,

Venquine1990