Disclaimer- Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers not
me! Isenguard belongs to Tolkien and I don't know how many other people!
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Chapter 1-
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AN- although this is very Tolkien orientated it is not a cross over I'm
just borrowing some of the ideas and names.
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Ron Weasley faced his best friend with a grim expression on his face.
"Why so gloomy?" Harry asked the tall red-headed man who sat on his couch.
"It's my next mission." Ron replied frowning.
"It's nothing dangerous is it?" Harry asked, realising too late what a stupid question he had just asked.
"Harry ALL my missions are dangerous! Yet it may just be that this one is even more so!" Ron snapped.
The report in the 'Daily Prophet' had been extremely misleading; Harry and Ron were just as close as they had ever been and their nights out were far from occasional. In fact Harry was suffering the consequences of one for as he regarded his friend, his head was pounding.
"How? What is it?" Harry asked scared, by then Ron had managed to convince him that he was being sent to certain death- but surely it couldn't be that bad?
Ron took a deep breath, "I'm being sent to investigate disappearances." Ron said.
Harry blinked, that was nothing unusual, and so why was Ron so worried? "But Ron, you do that all the time!" Harry protested.
"Yes, I do. But never before have I had to go to the Isenguard Station." Ron said as if he were announcing his beheading.
Harry almost laughed- in Ron's case this was worse than being sent to certain death.
"I've known about it for ages, I had just forgotten about HER being there till I read the Daily Prophet this morning!"
It was Harry's turn to grimace. He had also been reading the 'Daily Prophet' and had not liked what he had read, but his dislike was because he resented that idea that he liked fame.
"Come on Ron, maybe this is your chance to make friends again, and then she'll be more open with me too! I still get letters from her but they don't tell me much!" Harry said.
"You still get letters?" Ron asked, in an almost accusative tone that made Harry smile, he knew that Ron sucked up as much information about his Hogwarts sweetheart as possible and had even gone so far as reading the educational books she had had published. Strangely although Lavender Brown had picked up on everything else, she hadn't mentioned the books.
"Yes I do." Harry admitted, "I know she doesn't write to you but maybe she would if you wrote to her first."
Ron pulled a face, "No. She'll probably just ignore me anyway! Besides I don't know if I want any more to do with her! Ever!
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The large round room of the most westerly tower of the Isenguard castle was packed with people. The chatter that hit bounced off the stone wall was nervous and upset. The mood of the room was one of mistrust and unease.
Among them, Dr Hermione Granger glanced at her watch. The emergency meeting that had been called was late in starting. She sat on a bench at the edge of the room, watching the worried expressions and listening on the conversations around her. Things were bad.
She was so lost in her own worry that at first she didn't notice her friend, Eilonwy speaking to her.
"Hermione! Are you listening," The elfin princess said.
"Oh, sorry Eilonwy, I was lost in my thoughts." Hermione said coming out of her reverie.
"I said, Jacob is worn out, he can't possibly hold this meeting. He asked if you would instead." Eilonwy pressed. Eilonwy did indeed have elfin heritage, pointy ears and all.
Hermione felt knots of fear tighten even further in her stomach. "Me?"
"Yes you! Why else did he appoint you second in command?"
"I know, but I've only had a week to get used to the idea!" Hermione replied. The Director of the Isenguard Station, Jacob de Winter was old and more of a figure head to the station than a director. So he had set about finding someone who could do the jobs that he could no longer manage. Although Hermione was surprised that he had given her the post of Second Director many others had not been so. It was obvious that with her talent, intelligence and friendship with the elderly man that she would be appointed, Hermione however had presumed that he would want someone older and more expreinced that a twenty three year old wiz kid.
"Ok. But I don't know what'll happen there are still some people against me being given this job!" Hermione said standing up and heading towards the podium in the middle of the room.
The chatter stopped when people saw her. She gulped and pointed her wand towards herself, "Sonorous." She muttered.
"Jacob had asked me to lead this meeting," Hermione announced, "I'm new to this and not nearly as good at giving speeches as Jacob."
Mutters spread around the room, many of them unfriendly.
"I know that you are all shocked by the news of yet another disappearance. I am as frightened as any of you. Chris Montage has joined the growing list of people who have disappeared from this station and the first to be last seen at the Station. This clears up any doubt that there was a definite correlation between the disappearances and this station." Hermione paused looking around the room. "The Auror's Division on the mainland have promised to send somebody to investigate. They will no doubt want to interview many of you. I beg for you patience, the sooner we get to the bottom of this, the better- but I have a nasty suspicion that this horrid affair will drag on."
"Why so gloomy?" Harry asked the tall red-headed man who sat on his couch.
"It's my next mission." Ron replied frowning.
"It's nothing dangerous is it?" Harry asked, realising too late what a stupid question he had just asked.
"Harry ALL my missions are dangerous! Yet it may just be that this one is even more so!" Ron snapped.
The report in the 'Daily Prophet' had been extremely misleading; Harry and Ron were just as close as they had ever been and their nights out were far from occasional. In fact Harry was suffering the consequences of one for as he regarded his friend, his head was pounding.
"How? What is it?" Harry asked scared, by then Ron had managed to convince him that he was being sent to certain death- but surely it couldn't be that bad?
Ron took a deep breath, "I'm being sent to investigate disappearances." Ron said.
Harry blinked, that was nothing unusual, and so why was Ron so worried? "But Ron, you do that all the time!" Harry protested.
"Yes, I do. But never before have I had to go to the Isenguard Station." Ron said as if he were announcing his beheading.
Harry almost laughed- in Ron's case this was worse than being sent to certain death.
"I've known about it for ages, I had just forgotten about HER being there till I read the Daily Prophet this morning!"
It was Harry's turn to grimace. He had also been reading the 'Daily Prophet' and had not liked what he had read, but his dislike was because he resented that idea that he liked fame.
"Come on Ron, maybe this is your chance to make friends again, and then she'll be more open with me too! I still get letters from her but they don't tell me much!" Harry said.
"You still get letters?" Ron asked, in an almost accusative tone that made Harry smile, he knew that Ron sucked up as much information about his Hogwarts sweetheart as possible and had even gone so far as reading the educational books she had had published. Strangely although Lavender Brown had picked up on everything else, she hadn't mentioned the books.
"Yes I do." Harry admitted, "I know she doesn't write to you but maybe she would if you wrote to her first."
Ron pulled a face, "No. She'll probably just ignore me anyway! Besides I don't know if I want any more to do with her! Ever!
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The large round room of the most westerly tower of the Isenguard castle was packed with people. The chatter that hit bounced off the stone wall was nervous and upset. The mood of the room was one of mistrust and unease.
Among them, Dr Hermione Granger glanced at her watch. The emergency meeting that had been called was late in starting. She sat on a bench at the edge of the room, watching the worried expressions and listening on the conversations around her. Things were bad.
She was so lost in her own worry that at first she didn't notice her friend, Eilonwy speaking to her.
"Hermione! Are you listening," The elfin princess said.
"Oh, sorry Eilonwy, I was lost in my thoughts." Hermione said coming out of her reverie.
"I said, Jacob is worn out, he can't possibly hold this meeting. He asked if you would instead." Eilonwy pressed. Eilonwy did indeed have elfin heritage, pointy ears and all.
Hermione felt knots of fear tighten even further in her stomach. "Me?"
"Yes you! Why else did he appoint you second in command?"
"I know, but I've only had a week to get used to the idea!" Hermione replied. The Director of the Isenguard Station, Jacob de Winter was old and more of a figure head to the station than a director. So he had set about finding someone who could do the jobs that he could no longer manage. Although Hermione was surprised that he had given her the post of Second Director many others had not been so. It was obvious that with her talent, intelligence and friendship with the elderly man that she would be appointed, Hermione however had presumed that he would want someone older and more expreinced that a twenty three year old wiz kid.
"Ok. But I don't know what'll happen there are still some people against me being given this job!" Hermione said standing up and heading towards the podium in the middle of the room.
The chatter stopped when people saw her. She gulped and pointed her wand towards herself, "Sonorous." She muttered.
"Jacob had asked me to lead this meeting," Hermione announced, "I'm new to this and not nearly as good at giving speeches as Jacob."
Mutters spread around the room, many of them unfriendly.
"I know that you are all shocked by the news of yet another disappearance. I am as frightened as any of you. Chris Montage has joined the growing list of people who have disappeared from this station and the first to be last seen at the Station. This clears up any doubt that there was a definite correlation between the disappearances and this station." Hermione paused looking around the room. "The Auror's Division on the mainland have promised to send somebody to investigate. They will no doubt want to interview many of you. I beg for you patience, the sooner we get to the bottom of this, the better- but I have a nasty suspicion that this horrid affair will drag on."