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This chapter may be a bit boring, or maybe not. I just needed to build up to the chapter after this one.
Chapter 19 A Warning of Danger
*Damn, I'm going to be late* Harry hurried up the staircase and into the headmaster's office, through the secret door and into the meeting room. About half the people were there, he sat down, relieved.
"Firstly, Harry you'll need to call your spies back in, we received news this morning that Voldemort is getting suspicious and testing his snake's loyalty." Sarlan informed Harry as the meeting started, Harry nodded, it had only been a matter of time until this happened.
"Secondly this meeting had better be short, there's word going about that Voldemort is planning to attack Beauxbatons this evening." Miranda said shortly, stepping out of the fire. She looked tired and her hair was wild.
"The Patrols are already inside the school and ready. Two dragon will be arriving there to help shortly." Sirius assured her, Miranda frowned.
"That's all well and good but the evacuations can't take lace, his death eaters are already in place, well hidden. I've called up the Copper Patrol, they and the Golds will get them out of hiding so I can only stay a while."
"Albus? Your report?"
"There are now seventy eight new students coming tomorrow." Dumbledore said, he was working over a parchment trying to organize all the new students and where they came from.
"Yesterday two students at The Everest Academy of Magic were brutally murdered while hiking down into Nepal from the school." Mundungus added, his patrol had been stationed near K2 after a recent death eater sighting and so they had most of the mountain range.
"At the second annual Ministries & School Committees convention a plan was put forth to keep students in schooling until eighteen instead of seventeen, on the basis that they needed more training to have any chance of safety. It's hard to find a place in today's world, too much disorder, fear, and very little trust among magic folk." Sirius added, Harry wasn't surprised. Hermione had voiced the thought that this might happen; the Marauders had done a little research and found that the rule of graduating at seventeen had only started three hundred years ago, before that it had been nineteen.
"At the convention it was decided that all schools should have enough room underground for everyone to stay for up to five days incase of an attack. We'll have to start work on that everywhere, the schools will want our advice." Chemerti Master of Defenses added, his department took care of such things; he was a tall man with cool eyes and a nearly expressionless face who always seemed to be watching for a strategic fighting ground in case he was attacked. Harry made a mental note to construct a secret passage into these new rooms underground, through such a passage students could be smuggled in and out, so could fighters and supplies. Dumbledore seemed to share his thoughts.
"Harry once these rooms are done we'll need a secret passage or two into them. They'll need to be strategically placed and hidden, can you do that?"
"Yes," Harry's mind was already whirling with ideas.
"Caitlin? Anything on how Voldemort is doing?" Caitlin was part of the spy department; she was a master of disguise and sometimes entered Voldemort's ranks, disguised as a dementor or novice death eater, since she, like Severus, had been a death eater (only for two months, and she'd been forced into that) she had the dark mark to aid her.
"No, the defenses have gone on ultra strong since his "illness". There were chuckles and smiles all around, "he's mad as all hell, but too weak to do a thing, he's slipping in and out of a comma.
"Perhaps we ought to send him a get well card." Harry commented, there was a brief silence, then more chuckles and agreement.
"Yes, a nice get well card with, oh…a couple curses on it? Maybe a spell so that when he opens it leeches or flesh-eating mice come pouring out? Or maybe acid." Sirius said, smiling.
"I was thinking more along the lines of a scrying spell and a linking spell so that I could drain off more of his power into the Dark Stone while he's so weak." Harry said, Sirius nodded in approval.
"I'll set up the spells, but you'll have to do the stone work."
"Until then we have no way of knowing his moves." Mundungus muttered unhappily.
"Harry could try to See in the fire again." Sirius commented rather shortly, the news about not knowing Voldemort's moves was irritating to all of them. Harry looked into the huge candle burning merrily in the center of the table. "Hey…I didn't really mean that!" Sirius said, noticing Harry's eyes turning pale and unfocusing, the pupils widening until almost no white showed. But Harry was already gone into that other world where he could See the future, the past, and the present.
For how long he sat like that, in perfect silence, barely breathing, no one knew, then finally he gasped and sat back hard, raising his hands he rubbed his temples and shuddered.
"Harry? What did you see? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I didn't See anything. But what I smelled!"
"What was that?" Miranda asked softly. Harry's eyes went pale again.
"Fear, the air reeked of it. Millions of people terrified, the fear was so thick I could barely breathe. And the blood! The ground was covered three inches deep in it, and the grass was red and the earth soggy from it. Fire, a whirlwind of fire, attacking. A semi-transparent dragon…huge…that bled silver mist. What kind of creature bleeds water? Or liquid fire? What type of creature's blood is really just soil? An ancient menace, and hunger, a hunger to fight and to kill, I could think of nothing but killing these creatures…the school was encased in solid rock in one vision…" He trailed off, his eyes wide and staring.
"Did you hear anything?" Dumbledore asked.
"Only one thing, the battle song."
"What battle song?" Sirius asked, Harry rose and walked over to the window, his hands clasped behind his back, his face pale and his eyes still pale green and wide. He looked up into the sky and they could hear thunder on the horizon, a rush of warm wet air rolled in, thick with the scent of lightning, Harry's hair whipped about and his cloak swirled, for a moment they could see an odd glow about him, then he bowed his head and it faded. When he spoke they could barely make out what he said.
"The Elementals have awakened for a fiftieth attempt, and we… we have one Royal Aaron where six once flew. But the Legend reads true, the Royal Aarons must fly, when the Elementals are in the sky. Or the world and the entire solar system shall perish. They must not be released into the galaxy, in the old times the Royal Aarons and their helpers would defend the world…but I am the only one left… and no more will hatch for years… they will be to late this time…the Elementals will be free…but they will not bring Armageddon, not while I live." The Council listened in silence and awe, utterly confused.
"Harry? What are you saying? What did you hear?" Harry turned slowly back to them, his eyes were fixed and hard, but he wasn't looking at them, he was elsewhere.
"The battle song of the Royal Aarons." He finally replied. A gasp went up, Harry took one last look out the window and frowned, as if in answer the thunder abruptly ceased.
He returned to his seat and sat, his head in his hands.
"What were you talking about?" Dumbledore asked him.
"Talking about? I just said that I had heard the battle cry of the Royal Aarons, that's all." They all stared at him, then his eyes went wide. "What else did I say?"
"Some things about the Elementals coming, and there being one Royal Aaron where six one flew." Miranda supplied
"What?"
That's what you said."
"Grrrrrr, and I have absolutely not a clue as to what that means." He sat back and didn't say a word for the rest of the meeting, not even when Sarlan came in through the fire, he looked very angry and his robes were damp as if he'd been walking in the rain. Behind him came one of his spies whom Harry had never seen before.
"Lord Phoenix! The convention has been extended for an extra day. The English Ministry is going to try and remove Fudge. All the countries have heard of our meeting, and the press has been working on stop against him, it should work with the support of all the other ministries."
"And they told us nothing of this?" Sirius growled.
"No Lord Phoenix, they did think it nessecary."
"Fools." Miranda said scornfully, she got up, checked her watched and left to go join her patrol.
"Arthur Weasely is now head of his department, and has gained great power. He is in a good position to become the next Minister. Please check up on that possibility.
"I wonder if he will succeed?" Dumbledore mused. He glanced at Harry, who appeared ot have tuned out. "Harry could you go tell the prefects that are still in the castle that there will be a meeting tomorrow evening? And ask them to pass the word along the those that are not here?" Harry simple nodded and left.
"Sarlan we just had a very odd, and terrifying conversation with Harry…" Sirius began, hoping the Spy Master might know something.
This chapter may be a bit boring, or maybe not. I just needed to build up to the chapter after this one.
Chapter 19 A Warning of Danger
*Damn, I'm going to be late* Harry hurried up the staircase and into the headmaster's office, through the secret door and into the meeting room. About half the people were there, he sat down, relieved.
"Firstly, Harry you'll need to call your spies back in, we received news this morning that Voldemort is getting suspicious and testing his snake's loyalty." Sarlan informed Harry as the meeting started, Harry nodded, it had only been a matter of time until this happened.
"Secondly this meeting had better be short, there's word going about that Voldemort is planning to attack Beauxbatons this evening." Miranda said shortly, stepping out of the fire. She looked tired and her hair was wild.
"The Patrols are already inside the school and ready. Two dragon will be arriving there to help shortly." Sirius assured her, Miranda frowned.
"That's all well and good but the evacuations can't take lace, his death eaters are already in place, well hidden. I've called up the Copper Patrol, they and the Golds will get them out of hiding so I can only stay a while."
"Albus? Your report?"
"There are now seventy eight new students coming tomorrow." Dumbledore said, he was working over a parchment trying to organize all the new students and where they came from.
"Yesterday two students at The Everest Academy of Magic were brutally murdered while hiking down into Nepal from the school." Mundungus added, his patrol had been stationed near K2 after a recent death eater sighting and so they had most of the mountain range.
"At the second annual Ministries & School Committees convention a plan was put forth to keep students in schooling until eighteen instead of seventeen, on the basis that they needed more training to have any chance of safety. It's hard to find a place in today's world, too much disorder, fear, and very little trust among magic folk." Sirius added, Harry wasn't surprised. Hermione had voiced the thought that this might happen; the Marauders had done a little research and found that the rule of graduating at seventeen had only started three hundred years ago, before that it had been nineteen.
"At the convention it was decided that all schools should have enough room underground for everyone to stay for up to five days incase of an attack. We'll have to start work on that everywhere, the schools will want our advice." Chemerti Master of Defenses added, his department took care of such things; he was a tall man with cool eyes and a nearly expressionless face who always seemed to be watching for a strategic fighting ground in case he was attacked. Harry made a mental note to construct a secret passage into these new rooms underground, through such a passage students could be smuggled in and out, so could fighters and supplies. Dumbledore seemed to share his thoughts.
"Harry once these rooms are done we'll need a secret passage or two into them. They'll need to be strategically placed and hidden, can you do that?"
"Yes," Harry's mind was already whirling with ideas.
"Caitlin? Anything on how Voldemort is doing?" Caitlin was part of the spy department; she was a master of disguise and sometimes entered Voldemort's ranks, disguised as a dementor or novice death eater, since she, like Severus, had been a death eater (only for two months, and she'd been forced into that) she had the dark mark to aid her.
"No, the defenses have gone on ultra strong since his "illness". There were chuckles and smiles all around, "he's mad as all hell, but too weak to do a thing, he's slipping in and out of a comma.
"Perhaps we ought to send him a get well card." Harry commented, there was a brief silence, then more chuckles and agreement.
"Yes, a nice get well card with, oh…a couple curses on it? Maybe a spell so that when he opens it leeches or flesh-eating mice come pouring out? Or maybe acid." Sirius said, smiling.
"I was thinking more along the lines of a scrying spell and a linking spell so that I could drain off more of his power into the Dark Stone while he's so weak." Harry said, Sirius nodded in approval.
"I'll set up the spells, but you'll have to do the stone work."
"Until then we have no way of knowing his moves." Mundungus muttered unhappily.
"Harry could try to See in the fire again." Sirius commented rather shortly, the news about not knowing Voldemort's moves was irritating to all of them. Harry looked into the huge candle burning merrily in the center of the table. "Hey…I didn't really mean that!" Sirius said, noticing Harry's eyes turning pale and unfocusing, the pupils widening until almost no white showed. But Harry was already gone into that other world where he could See the future, the past, and the present.
For how long he sat like that, in perfect silence, barely breathing, no one knew, then finally he gasped and sat back hard, raising his hands he rubbed his temples and shuddered.
"Harry? What did you see? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I didn't See anything. But what I smelled!"
"What was that?" Miranda asked softly. Harry's eyes went pale again.
"Fear, the air reeked of it. Millions of people terrified, the fear was so thick I could barely breathe. And the blood! The ground was covered three inches deep in it, and the grass was red and the earth soggy from it. Fire, a whirlwind of fire, attacking. A semi-transparent dragon…huge…that bled silver mist. What kind of creature bleeds water? Or liquid fire? What type of creature's blood is really just soil? An ancient menace, and hunger, a hunger to fight and to kill, I could think of nothing but killing these creatures…the school was encased in solid rock in one vision…" He trailed off, his eyes wide and staring.
"Did you hear anything?" Dumbledore asked.
"Only one thing, the battle song."
"What battle song?" Sirius asked, Harry rose and walked over to the window, his hands clasped behind his back, his face pale and his eyes still pale green and wide. He looked up into the sky and they could hear thunder on the horizon, a rush of warm wet air rolled in, thick with the scent of lightning, Harry's hair whipped about and his cloak swirled, for a moment they could see an odd glow about him, then he bowed his head and it faded. When he spoke they could barely make out what he said.
"The Elementals have awakened for a fiftieth attempt, and we… we have one Royal Aaron where six once flew. But the Legend reads true, the Royal Aarons must fly, when the Elementals are in the sky. Or the world and the entire solar system shall perish. They must not be released into the galaxy, in the old times the Royal Aarons and their helpers would defend the world…but I am the only one left… and no more will hatch for years… they will be to late this time…the Elementals will be free…but they will not bring Armageddon, not while I live." The Council listened in silence and awe, utterly confused.
"Harry? What are you saying? What did you hear?" Harry turned slowly back to them, his eyes were fixed and hard, but he wasn't looking at them, he was elsewhere.
"The battle song of the Royal Aarons." He finally replied. A gasp went up, Harry took one last look out the window and frowned, as if in answer the thunder abruptly ceased.
He returned to his seat and sat, his head in his hands.
"What were you talking about?" Dumbledore asked him.
"Talking about? I just said that I had heard the battle cry of the Royal Aarons, that's all." They all stared at him, then his eyes went wide. "What else did I say?"
"Some things about the Elementals coming, and there being one Royal Aaron where six one flew." Miranda supplied
"What?"
That's what you said."
"Grrrrrr, and I have absolutely not a clue as to what that means." He sat back and didn't say a word for the rest of the meeting, not even when Sarlan came in through the fire, he looked very angry and his robes were damp as if he'd been walking in the rain. Behind him came one of his spies whom Harry had never seen before.
"Lord Phoenix! The convention has been extended for an extra day. The English Ministry is going to try and remove Fudge. All the countries have heard of our meeting, and the press has been working on stop against him, it should work with the support of all the other ministries."
"And they told us nothing of this?" Sirius growled.
"No Lord Phoenix, they did think it nessecary."
"Fools." Miranda said scornfully, she got up, checked her watched and left to go join her patrol.
"Arthur Weasely is now head of his department, and has gained great power. He is in a good position to become the next Minister. Please check up on that possibility.
"I wonder if he will succeed?" Dumbledore mused. He glanced at Harry, who appeared ot have tuned out. "Harry could you go tell the prefects that are still in the castle that there will be a meeting tomorrow evening? And ask them to pass the word along the those that are not here?" Harry simple nodded and left.
"Sarlan we just had a very odd, and terrifying conversation with Harry…" Sirius began, hoping the Spy Master might know something.