Disclaimer: See Prologue.
Author's Note: Our good buddy Nereus deals
with some death eaters that definitely, could not go for something
Jell-O. (Sorry, that was ultra-cheesy. I just drank like five cherry cokes.) Everyone's favorite interim minister, Ron, and his pals arrive in the
Paphos port, and more. I looked up some
stuff about Paphos, but my facts might be a little off. Please bear with me. This chapter (once again, sorry) is going to
be kind of short.
Nereus crept without a sound behind the death eathers. Silently, he drew his wand and muttered some hexes.
"What the-" began one of them, as he fell to the ground.
Unconscious, the dark wizards lay on the ground in a heap. Meanwhile, Snape had reached the water's edge and leapt towards the ocean.
Dragging the
death eaters away from their hiding place, Nereus let out a sigh of
relief. Scornfully, he added, "Screw
them."
Severus rose
above the waves and shook his head. He
swam to a low part of the dock and climbed up.
"You caught
that scum, right?" asked Snape.
"Yeah,"
Nereus answered. Snape was obviously
disgusted that a friend of his least favorite wizards (Harry, Sirius, Remus,
Weaslys) had saved his life.
Ronald
Weasly's boat was particularly crowded. Three death eaters lay in a pile up at the far end of the cabin, making
the already cramped room even more overcrowded. Luckily, Ron and co. would dock in Paphos during the next fifteen
minutes.
Nereus,
Robert, and Rebecca prepared to board a boat while Severus Snape apparated to
Hogsmeade. Walking back to Hogwarts, he
thought everything over in his mind.
"This is
going to be quite a tale," he mumbled to himself.
The Weaslys'
boat glided through the Paphos harbor, while its occupants took a good look at
Saranta Colones.
As everyone
stepped off, Harry said, "Where to, mister Minister?" with a grin.
"We're
taking this portkey," Ron started, holding up a cup, "in… now." Everyone felt the familiar pulling sensation,
and ended up in Kallistia.
What they
saw around them was nothing like Hogsmeade. Everything from the architecture, the music, the food, and the shops was
not anything like the British wizarding town. Wizards stood on the corners talking animatedly in another language,
enjoying themselves.
"How the
hell are we supposed to get directions in Greek?" said Harry.
With a grin,
Ron said, "Don't worry, I got a spell for this. Linguistio Greek!"
Bemusedly,
Harry and the others did the same. "We'll never forget this trip."
A/N: I'm really sorry this took so long. I had a big case of writer's block, and a
bunch of other stuff was going on. Seriously, this will get better. This chapter was pretty much all filler. Thanks to all who reviewed, and, most
importantly, keep reviewing