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 3- So much like Hogwarts
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THE NEXT DAY
"Ahh, can't I ever have a lie in!" Harry complained when he was awoken by an owl banging on his window. A very small; familiar owl.
Harry opened the window to let Pig in. The little owl flew straight off again, carrying another letter obviously for the Auror Division headquarters. Harry opened the letter, it read:
Dear Harry, Could life get any worse? Not only have I to spend the next I don't know how many weeks in the same castle as her but she's the Secondary Director and the Director himself is too old to deal with the castles comings and goings. So I had to interview her, ask her for a place to stay! And oh Harry it was awful! She was so icy! She spent all the time speaking in a cold dignified sort of way. And the way she looked, hurt and angry. It was unbearable! I have to go to a full staff meeting, talk to them. I'll see her again. What will I do? From a very distressed home craving, Ron
Harry stared. Oh dear! What was going on there? What had Ron expected? She was hardly going to be friendly! But the way Ron was talking. Did he still feel for her? Harry had always suspected it but had never had as much proof as he had in that letter.
* The house elves served Ron and his friend's breakfast in their operations room. Which Ron was glad for, it meant he didn't have to see Hermione.
Mark came in with a mischievous, teasing expression on his face. "I know why the boss didn't like the sound of this mission and why he's been so bad tempered!"
To Ron's mortification Mark was holding the previous days, 'Daily Prophet' in his hand, open at Lavender Browns report on the 'Potter Trio'. He report was passed around.
"Why didn't you tell us Ron?" Jane asked.
"Who is she?" Kate asked.
"I didn't tell you because it's none of your business and she's the Secondary Director." Ron replied hotly.
"Oh that pretty woman who got these rooms for us. I met her in the corridor," Ken teased him.
"She's pretty is she?" Jane asked him, jokingly, although Ken was her boyfriend she new he was only playing.
"Yes, she is actually!" Ron admitted gruffly his eyes flashing with anger, "And ancient history!"
"Oh I'm not so sure, she wouldn't have you in this state otherwise!" Kate laughed.
Ron sighed; for once he wished his team wasn't so teasing. It was usually a good joke when they carried on, but Hermione was a sore subject.
"If she's ancient history you won't mind if I ask her for a drink do you?" Mark said, feigning seriousness.
"Go ahead!" Ron grumbled.
"You'll do no such thing!" Kate said, hitting her boyfriend in fun.
Ron sighed again, why did they all have to be paired off? He usually didn't mind. They had been before he had became their boss but it made the whole business with Hermione all the more difficult and he felt more vulnerable to her charms (icy as they had been the previous day) when he saw his young team all in love. Or was it anything to do with them?
"To work!" Ron said, changing the subject.
*
"What was all that about with the red haired man?" Eilonwy asked Hermione at breakfast in the dining hall, "I've never seen you being so unfriendly, except to Malfoy. What had he done?"
Hermione sighed; she knew this subject would come up.
"He hurt me. I suppose I must have hurt him too. But that was a long time ago." Hermione said, had it really been only three years?
The expression on Eilonwy's face told her that she wasn't going to get away with saying just that. Eilonwy never read the paper. She hadn't even heard of Harry.
"He was my boyfriend, for the last year at Hogwarts and the summer after, before I came here. I got loads of offers for jobs but didn't know what to do. I finally decided to go into the Auror's division with Ron. He didn't like it. He said he didn't want me putting myself in danger I said I had as much right to put myself in danger as he did. We argued and argued about it until I got the job offer here. I went, Ron had broken my heart and so I left him. I thought then that he just didn't want me around all the time I know now that he was trying to protect me." Hermione said, realising she now had an audience.
She looked round at her friends: Frank, Maya, David, Petra and Eilonwy. Maya, the romantic one had tears in her eyes.
"Like I said it was a long time ago." Hermione said dismissing the subject.
* "We have at last been given support in this difficult time. Many of you have had friends and loved ones disappear. I hope that with the help of Commander Ronald Weasley and his team we will soon get to the bottom of this!" Jacob de Winter said, leaning on his walking stick and earning a cheer from the crowd gathered in the room where Hermione had held her first meeting.
Ron got up onto the platform, his eyes scanning the staff, resting for a brief moment on Hermione, narrowing when he caught site of the smirking Draco Malfoy.
"I will need to interview all of you. Particularly those more connected to the persons who have been reported missing. We may be here for some time and I thank you for making us welcome." He stepped down to mutters, some of approval some of dislike.
*
Later, after interviewing what seemed like thousands of people, Ron and his team went down to the small wizarding village where there was a small pub.
The Prancing Pony.
"Why is this all so Tolkien related?" Jane asked as they went in.
"Jacob de Winter told me that he had a soft spot for his books, when he brought the castle he named it after something in the Lord of The Rings. I guess it must catch. Dr Granger even named her dog after one of the hobbits." Ron replied
The pub was full of Isenguard Station staff. There was a hushed silence when the aurors entered as heads turned to get a better look at them. Ron noticed Hermione sitting at a table with the elf and some others. Their eyes met for a brief moment, something Ron found painful and looked away quickly. The chatter had restarted and the team found a table while Ken went to get drinks.
Ron felt uncomfortable; the elven woman was glaring at him
"Maybe this was a mistake," Kate said, "Elves are not to be crossed."
"She's what's called a mortal elf, I think," Ron said. "She's Eilonwy of Herolia; the Herolia elves are all mortals. I don't understand it, but they still have powerful magic."
* The next day Ron interviewed Eilonwy of Herolia. She answered all his questions, with the same cold dignity as Hermione, and a hostile stare.
"Are you a mortal elf?" Ron asked her when they had finished.
Eilonwy looked surprised. "Yes, not many people have even heard of them. Of course Hermione had, that's why I made friends with her in the first place."
"She would." Ron muttered.
"It doesn't mean we aren't as powerful as immortal elves, the Herolia elves have their own special talents, especially me." Eilonwy said defensively.
"You?" Ron asked puzzled.
"Yes me!" She said crossly, "I happen to be the Second Princess Eilonwy Restacia Morgana third in line for the throne of Herolia!"
"Forgive me your highness," Ron said thoroughly taken-a-back. This just got more and more complicated. He was glad that the team were planning to spend the afternoon searching the island for traces of the missing people. The castle was beginning to get to him.
Why did Hermione like it so much? Harry had said that in her letters Hermione said she loved living at the castle. But why? What was so special about it/ Then Ron realised. Of course! It was a castle; there were different social groups like the four houses, competitiveness! She liked it because it was so much like Hogwarts!
"Ahh, can't I ever have a lie in!" Harry complained when he was awoken by an owl banging on his window. A very small; familiar owl.
Harry opened the window to let Pig in. The little owl flew straight off again, carrying another letter obviously for the Auror Division headquarters. Harry opened the letter, it read:
Dear Harry, Could life get any worse? Not only have I to spend the next I don't know how many weeks in the same castle as her but she's the Secondary Director and the Director himself is too old to deal with the castles comings and goings. So I had to interview her, ask her for a place to stay! And oh Harry it was awful! She was so icy! She spent all the time speaking in a cold dignified sort of way. And the way she looked, hurt and angry. It was unbearable! I have to go to a full staff meeting, talk to them. I'll see her again. What will I do? From a very distressed home craving, Ron
Harry stared. Oh dear! What was going on there? What had Ron expected? She was hardly going to be friendly! But the way Ron was talking. Did he still feel for her? Harry had always suspected it but had never had as much proof as he had in that letter.
* The house elves served Ron and his friend's breakfast in their operations room. Which Ron was glad for, it meant he didn't have to see Hermione.
Mark came in with a mischievous, teasing expression on his face. "I know why the boss didn't like the sound of this mission and why he's been so bad tempered!"
To Ron's mortification Mark was holding the previous days, 'Daily Prophet' in his hand, open at Lavender Browns report on the 'Potter Trio'. He report was passed around.
"Why didn't you tell us Ron?" Jane asked.
"Who is she?" Kate asked.
"I didn't tell you because it's none of your business and she's the Secondary Director." Ron replied hotly.
"Oh that pretty woman who got these rooms for us. I met her in the corridor," Ken teased him.
"She's pretty is she?" Jane asked him, jokingly, although Ken was her boyfriend she new he was only playing.
"Yes, she is actually!" Ron admitted gruffly his eyes flashing with anger, "And ancient history!"
"Oh I'm not so sure, she wouldn't have you in this state otherwise!" Kate laughed.
Ron sighed; for once he wished his team wasn't so teasing. It was usually a good joke when they carried on, but Hermione was a sore subject.
"If she's ancient history you won't mind if I ask her for a drink do you?" Mark said, feigning seriousness.
"Go ahead!" Ron grumbled.
"You'll do no such thing!" Kate said, hitting her boyfriend in fun.
Ron sighed again, why did they all have to be paired off? He usually didn't mind. They had been before he had became their boss but it made the whole business with Hermione all the more difficult and he felt more vulnerable to her charms (icy as they had been the previous day) when he saw his young team all in love. Or was it anything to do with them?
"To work!" Ron said, changing the subject.
*
"What was all that about with the red haired man?" Eilonwy asked Hermione at breakfast in the dining hall, "I've never seen you being so unfriendly, except to Malfoy. What had he done?"
Hermione sighed; she knew this subject would come up.
"He hurt me. I suppose I must have hurt him too. But that was a long time ago." Hermione said, had it really been only three years?
The expression on Eilonwy's face told her that she wasn't going to get away with saying just that. Eilonwy never read the paper. She hadn't even heard of Harry.
"He was my boyfriend, for the last year at Hogwarts and the summer after, before I came here. I got loads of offers for jobs but didn't know what to do. I finally decided to go into the Auror's division with Ron. He didn't like it. He said he didn't want me putting myself in danger I said I had as much right to put myself in danger as he did. We argued and argued about it until I got the job offer here. I went, Ron had broken my heart and so I left him. I thought then that he just didn't want me around all the time I know now that he was trying to protect me." Hermione said, realising she now had an audience.
She looked round at her friends: Frank, Maya, David, Petra and Eilonwy. Maya, the romantic one had tears in her eyes.
"Like I said it was a long time ago." Hermione said dismissing the subject.
* "We have at last been given support in this difficult time. Many of you have had friends and loved ones disappear. I hope that with the help of Commander Ronald Weasley and his team we will soon get to the bottom of this!" Jacob de Winter said, leaning on his walking stick and earning a cheer from the crowd gathered in the room where Hermione had held her first meeting.
Ron got up onto the platform, his eyes scanning the staff, resting for a brief moment on Hermione, narrowing when he caught site of the smirking Draco Malfoy.
"I will need to interview all of you. Particularly those more connected to the persons who have been reported missing. We may be here for some time and I thank you for making us welcome." He stepped down to mutters, some of approval some of dislike.
*
Later, after interviewing what seemed like thousands of people, Ron and his team went down to the small wizarding village where there was a small pub.
The Prancing Pony.
"Why is this all so Tolkien related?" Jane asked as they went in.
"Jacob de Winter told me that he had a soft spot for his books, when he brought the castle he named it after something in the Lord of The Rings. I guess it must catch. Dr Granger even named her dog after one of the hobbits." Ron replied
The pub was full of Isenguard Station staff. There was a hushed silence when the aurors entered as heads turned to get a better look at them. Ron noticed Hermione sitting at a table with the elf and some others. Their eyes met for a brief moment, something Ron found painful and looked away quickly. The chatter had restarted and the team found a table while Ken went to get drinks.
Ron felt uncomfortable; the elven woman was glaring at him
"Maybe this was a mistake," Kate said, "Elves are not to be crossed."
"She's what's called a mortal elf, I think," Ron said. "She's Eilonwy of Herolia; the Herolia elves are all mortals. I don't understand it, but they still have powerful magic."
* The next day Ron interviewed Eilonwy of Herolia. She answered all his questions, with the same cold dignity as Hermione, and a hostile stare.
"Are you a mortal elf?" Ron asked her when they had finished.
Eilonwy looked surprised. "Yes, not many people have even heard of them. Of course Hermione had, that's why I made friends with her in the first place."
"She would." Ron muttered.
"It doesn't mean we aren't as powerful as immortal elves, the Herolia elves have their own special talents, especially me." Eilonwy said defensively.
"You?" Ron asked puzzled.
"Yes me!" She said crossly, "I happen to be the Second Princess Eilonwy Restacia Morgana third in line for the throne of Herolia!"
"Forgive me your highness," Ron said thoroughly taken-a-back. This just got more and more complicated. He was glad that the team were planning to spend the afternoon searching the island for traces of the missing people. The castle was beginning to get to him.
Why did Hermione like it so much? Harry had said that in her letters Hermione said she loved living at the castle. But why? What was so special about it/ Then Ron realised. Of course! It was a castle; there were different social groups like the four houses, competitiveness! She liked it because it was so much like Hogwarts!