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Jordan was amazed at how much had changed in the muggle world since he had been alive, a millennium earlier. He was also amazed at how little the magical world had changed. They are living in the past, he said. Harry quite agreed. Even on Avalon, a place older than time, there had been more modern technology than most of the magical world used. They were now back in Harry's room in the leaky cauldron, packing and talking.
"Harry, I don't know how to thank you. First you give me my life back, then you pay for my school supplies and lunch, in a muggle restaurant no less."
"Just consider it an act of friendship."
Jordan paused for a moment.
"Why didn't you tell Dumbledore everything?"
"This is a different world then you lived in. I'm afraid I have brought you back to be a child in a time of war. You remember Voldermort's, right? Well, he has returned, more powerful than ever. I took risks telling the professor even what I did. My parents trusted Peter, and he willingly betrayed them."
"I see. Well, I will do all I can to help you fight. I also noticed that you didn't bring me back as a wizard, but as a mage."
"Yes, I though that your knowledge from being the sorting hat, and with your age of a thousand years, you should be a bit more powerful than most."
"Thank you."
"Anytime."
"Do you, by any chance have any idea where Rowena's lab was? She didn't know how she got there; she just did get there. But others knew, and because they are trapped there, there are a few extra ghosts at Hogwarts. They need a proper burial." Harry asked.
"I think I know. I'll show you when we get back."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
If you had any idea it was there, the lab was extremely easy to find. If you didn't, you could easily never find it. It was past the dungeons, through a portrait hole, similar to the entrance to Gryffindore Tower. It only took a repairing spell to set the room back to normal, and a translocation spell to get the remains outside. Harry used some of his powers to summon the school ghosts, so that they would be present at their funeral, and also had invited the headmaster. He said a few word, Peeves the poltergeist said a few naughty words, and the remains were laid to rest. Of the ghosts that now could pass to the next realm, only one did not. Peeves was having too much fun.
After the service, the headmaster approached Harry.
"How did you know where their remains were?"
"Jordan told me."
"And how did you get the ghosts out here? They shouldn't have been able to leave their parts of the castle"
"No comment." With that, Harry and Jordan walked away.
* * * * * * * * *
Harry was flying over the forbidden forest as one of his animage forms. He could take any form, unlike wizard animages, and he could do magic while transformed. He was flying as a golden phoenix. He was amazed at the population of the forest. Things he never imagined would live in an earth dimension. Finally, he spotted his target. A centaur colony. He landed in their midst and transformed.
Centaurs were extremely good seers, as in prophets, they used the stars as guides. But their prophecies were hard to understand. But only in human languages. They were clear as crystal when spoken in Centuarin, their language. Harry was a seer too, and they are also more easily convinced to tell you whether they agree or disagree with your prophecy then tell you a new one.
"Greetings, could you please point me towards your elder?" he said, in Centuarin.
"Greetings, child of the stars, the elder awaits you over the hill towards the north." A male centaur answered.
"Thank you." Harry was used to being called interesting names by animals. Very often he was referred to as something having to do with light, stars, or phoenixes.
Harry walked over the hill. Standing in the center of the gully was the elder, the wisest of the tribe.
"Greetings elder." Harry said, still in Centuarin.
"Welcome, child of the stars, I have been waiting for you. You have come to confirm your suspicions, haven't you?"
"Yes"
"They are correct, all of them. You can trust why you think you can trust. No one else."
"Thank you. Any other things you wish to tell me other than that?"
"Prophecy wise, I have none for you. Not prophecy wise, you are welcome here any time."
Harry transformed and flew back.
'That means I can only trust three people: the headmaster, Jordan, and the Ginny girl.' Harry thought to himself as he returned to the castle.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
By the end of the summer, Harry had completed all of the tasks that the founders had asked of him. He had meet all of the professors, although the headmaster was still the only one who had any idea of Harry's powers and Jordan's history. The headmaster suggested that they take the Hogwarts Express to school on the first day, so they spent the night in the Leaky Cauldron. They went shopping one last time.
Harry ended up buying a broom and some candy, as some magical gag items by the name of WWW. It was then that Harry thought of sending letters home to Avalon. They checked the animal store near the entrance to Diagon Alley, but none had what they were looking for. Finally they found a shop at the far end of the alley, nearly two miles from the entrance, which had what they were looking for. The Far End, as that section of Diagon Alley was called, had much less cliental the rest. However, that appeared to be not so much due to the walk as the quality and price of the items sold. So high priced were the shops that they might only get one or two customers a week. The same was said for the shop that they entered.
Unlike the pet shop at the entrance to Diagon Alley, there were not cages upon cages. In fact, the doors to the shop lead to a large grassy field. A man sitting beside a small fire looked up at them.
"This is not a place to play, go along now." He said.
Harry held up his bag of gallions and let some fall through his fingers.
"If you're not interested in customers, I am sure we can . . . "
"Welcome to Magical Creature Store, what were you looking for?"
"Twin birds. Preferably golden phoenixes, or red. Twin anything will do, but phoenixes are our preference." Harry said.
"I would love to sell you twin phoenixes, but I don't think that there are any here, but the forest is large, you might be able to find them. However, phoenixes are expensive, and twins are even more so. Do you have enough?"
Harry used a time freeze spell on the man. He was frozen in time, for the moment. Harry called for phoenixes; he could speak their language. Finally, twin reddish gold phoenixes appeared. One landed on his shoulder, the other on Jordan's. Harry unfroze the man.
"How much?" He asked.
The man was shocked at the sudden appearance of the phoenixes. He suddenly wasn't sure he wanted to sell them.
"Two Thousand Gallons, a piece."
"Here is five, keep the change." Harry tossed the bag at of gallons to him, and they walked out. Now all Harry had to do was a simple spell, and the phoenixes could travel to Avalon and back. Jordan had much to talk about with his sister and her friends, and Harry wanted to stay in contact with them. They returned to their room, wrote letters, and sent them off before going to sleep.
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Jordan was amazed at how much had changed in the muggle world since he had been alive, a millennium earlier. He was also amazed at how little the magical world had changed. They are living in the past, he said. Harry quite agreed. Even on Avalon, a place older than time, there had been more modern technology than most of the magical world used. They were now back in Harry's room in the leaky cauldron, packing and talking.
"Harry, I don't know how to thank you. First you give me my life back, then you pay for my school supplies and lunch, in a muggle restaurant no less."
"Just consider it an act of friendship."
Jordan paused for a moment.
"Why didn't you tell Dumbledore everything?"
"This is a different world then you lived in. I'm afraid I have brought you back to be a child in a time of war. You remember Voldermort's, right? Well, he has returned, more powerful than ever. I took risks telling the professor even what I did. My parents trusted Peter, and he willingly betrayed them."
"I see. Well, I will do all I can to help you fight. I also noticed that you didn't bring me back as a wizard, but as a mage."
"Yes, I though that your knowledge from being the sorting hat, and with your age of a thousand years, you should be a bit more powerful than most."
"Thank you."
"Anytime."
"Do you, by any chance have any idea where Rowena's lab was? She didn't know how she got there; she just did get there. But others knew, and because they are trapped there, there are a few extra ghosts at Hogwarts. They need a proper burial." Harry asked.
"I think I know. I'll show you when we get back."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
If you had any idea it was there, the lab was extremely easy to find. If you didn't, you could easily never find it. It was past the dungeons, through a portrait hole, similar to the entrance to Gryffindore Tower. It only took a repairing spell to set the room back to normal, and a translocation spell to get the remains outside. Harry used some of his powers to summon the school ghosts, so that they would be present at their funeral, and also had invited the headmaster. He said a few word, Peeves the poltergeist said a few naughty words, and the remains were laid to rest. Of the ghosts that now could pass to the next realm, only one did not. Peeves was having too much fun.
After the service, the headmaster approached Harry.
"How did you know where their remains were?"
"Jordan told me."
"And how did you get the ghosts out here? They shouldn't have been able to leave their parts of the castle"
"No comment." With that, Harry and Jordan walked away.
* * * * * * * * *
Harry was flying over the forbidden forest as one of his animage forms. He could take any form, unlike wizard animages, and he could do magic while transformed. He was flying as a golden phoenix. He was amazed at the population of the forest. Things he never imagined would live in an earth dimension. Finally, he spotted his target. A centaur colony. He landed in their midst and transformed.
Centaurs were extremely good seers, as in prophets, they used the stars as guides. But their prophecies were hard to understand. But only in human languages. They were clear as crystal when spoken in Centuarin, their language. Harry was a seer too, and they are also more easily convinced to tell you whether they agree or disagree with your prophecy then tell you a new one.
"Greetings, could you please point me towards your elder?" he said, in Centuarin.
"Greetings, child of the stars, the elder awaits you over the hill towards the north." A male centaur answered.
"Thank you." Harry was used to being called interesting names by animals. Very often he was referred to as something having to do with light, stars, or phoenixes.
Harry walked over the hill. Standing in the center of the gully was the elder, the wisest of the tribe.
"Greetings elder." Harry said, still in Centuarin.
"Welcome, child of the stars, I have been waiting for you. You have come to confirm your suspicions, haven't you?"
"Yes"
"They are correct, all of them. You can trust why you think you can trust. No one else."
"Thank you. Any other things you wish to tell me other than that?"
"Prophecy wise, I have none for you. Not prophecy wise, you are welcome here any time."
Harry transformed and flew back.
'That means I can only trust three people: the headmaster, Jordan, and the Ginny girl.' Harry thought to himself as he returned to the castle.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
By the end of the summer, Harry had completed all of the tasks that the founders had asked of him. He had meet all of the professors, although the headmaster was still the only one who had any idea of Harry's powers and Jordan's history. The headmaster suggested that they take the Hogwarts Express to school on the first day, so they spent the night in the Leaky Cauldron. They went shopping one last time.
Harry ended up buying a broom and some candy, as some magical gag items by the name of WWW. It was then that Harry thought of sending letters home to Avalon. They checked the animal store near the entrance to Diagon Alley, but none had what they were looking for. Finally they found a shop at the far end of the alley, nearly two miles from the entrance, which had what they were looking for. The Far End, as that section of Diagon Alley was called, had much less cliental the rest. However, that appeared to be not so much due to the walk as the quality and price of the items sold. So high priced were the shops that they might only get one or two customers a week. The same was said for the shop that they entered.
Unlike the pet shop at the entrance to Diagon Alley, there were not cages upon cages. In fact, the doors to the shop lead to a large grassy field. A man sitting beside a small fire looked up at them.
"This is not a place to play, go along now." He said.
Harry held up his bag of gallions and let some fall through his fingers.
"If you're not interested in customers, I am sure we can . . . "
"Welcome to Magical Creature Store, what were you looking for?"
"Twin birds. Preferably golden phoenixes, or red. Twin anything will do, but phoenixes are our preference." Harry said.
"I would love to sell you twin phoenixes, but I don't think that there are any here, but the forest is large, you might be able to find them. However, phoenixes are expensive, and twins are even more so. Do you have enough?"
Harry used a time freeze spell on the man. He was frozen in time, for the moment. Harry called for phoenixes; he could speak their language. Finally, twin reddish gold phoenixes appeared. One landed on his shoulder, the other on Jordan's. Harry unfroze the man.
"How much?" He asked.
The man was shocked at the sudden appearance of the phoenixes. He suddenly wasn't sure he wanted to sell them.
"Two Thousand Gallons, a piece."
"Here is five, keep the change." Harry tossed the bag at of gallons to him, and they walked out. Now all Harry had to do was a simple spell, and the phoenixes could travel to Avalon and back. Jordan had much to talk about with his sister and her friends, and Harry wanted to stay in contact with them. They returned to their room, wrote letters, and sent them off before going to sleep.
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