Chapter 26
The letters were sent from the chamber, and it was with baited breath that the Guardians waited for the first of the replies. A sigh of relief passed round the room as the first came in just seconds after it was sent, and was soon followed by an uncountable torrent from hundreds of wizards from all over the country.
Harry smiled as the list grew, turning from the sigh, confident that they had made a major step forward in the fight against the Darkness. He had been looking round the completed complex in the Forbidden Forest the day before, and was astounded by what he had seen.
The defences surrounding it were incredible, and that said nothing on what was inside. Long, airy rooms, endless training circles, duelling rings. A huge medical ward under the confident supervision of Ginny's young pupils, and a Hall even bigger than that of Hogwarts. It had also been equipped to handle the massive number that would soon be residing there. Teams would be made up of fifty, and each had their own dorms, common room, and meeting room.
Already there were people here, those who had been assigned to the training team, and who would, to some extent, hold the fate of the free world in their hands. (LotR quote there, sorry) Because of all the changes taking place, there had been a few adjustments to the robe situation. The Guardians, and Guards would wear their old uniforms, and the chosen teacher would also wear black. The masses coming to Deephide (as it was to be called) were to wear midnight blue.
Harry was sitting at his desk when Hermione came in several hours later, a long parchment in her arms. Harry looked up expectantly.
'Well?' He queried.
'Over 600 replies, the list is here.'
Hermione smiled, handing over the parchment. She stepped back, waiting for a reaction. Harry smiled back at her.
'600? That's more than I hoped for. Thank you. I know how hard you've been working on this.'
'All in the name of the Light.'
Harry snorted, nodding his head.
'And Deephide as well. It will fulfil our every need.'
Hermione tried not to show how pleased she was, turning and walking out, conscious that Harry had a lot on his mind. Besides, she had been meaning to check up on. (Any guesses where she's going? - The library!!!
And in as into the library that Ron wandered a few hours later, in search of Hermione, seeing if she felt like helping him teach his class that afternoon. He was surprised to find that he was enjoying the classes, and had decided to start a new idea.
He had transfigured a chess set so that instead of the pieces being pawns, bishops, rooks, e.t.c., they showed the Guards, the Swords, and the Guardians for the Whites, and Voldemort, Dementors, and Pettigrew for the blacks. He was going to make them watch, and write a report on a game between him and Hermione, assuming, of course, if he could actually find Hermione.
He spent several minutes wandering up and down isles, before coming across her sat behind a stack of books that were piled on a table at the far end of the huge room. It was obvious from the frown on her face and the speed at which she was flicking between pages that she had not found what she was looking for.
After standing unnoticed for several minutes, he was starting to get the odd sense of déjà vu, and realised that this was exactly how he acted when they had been in first year. Giving himself and mental kick to the shins, he ventured a word.
'Quill?'
Her mild reply slightly deflated Ron, who had been bracing himself for the onslaught he though was to come.
'Oh, Hi Rook. What can I do for you?'
Ron recovered swiftly.
'I was wondering if you'd mind helping out with my class this afternoon. It shouldn't take too long.'
Hermione of course agreed, which was in fact not such a good ides, as in fact it did take a long time, and the two were till frowning over the transfigured chessboard at supper time. It was only when the last of their student s had gone to supper that they regrettably called it a day, both having other things to do.
They days before the arrival of the first group of volunteers passed quickly, with much for everyone to do. In fact strictly speaking they were not volunteers, as they would be paid for any time thy spent in combat, but in essence they were here because they wanted to be.
The night before their arrival, all but Stealth and all the Guards excluding Fire, left for Deephide. They got settled into their quarters, and for some, got the last might of good rest they would be getting in the foreseeable future, and for other, stayed up worrying about the responsibilities that would soon be on their shoulders.
Training the next morning was done in silence. At the end, all changed into their formal robes, and met up outside, next to the fire that the volunteers would be transporting too. A dull breeze blew around them, but it only made them look more like the fighters they were. Calm faces, watchful eyes. All were fully armed as they had been instructed, and Fire were ready and waiting to start the organisation. Blades were purposefully showing, and robes were immaculate. They were the defenders of the light. On a raised platform stood Harry and Hunter, ready to give the speech he had prepared. Silence reigned, as they waited for the swish that would accompany any traveller. Then they heard it.
Everyone - Bit of a cliff-hanger there, sorry but I had to end it somewhere. I am very sorry I have been so long updating. As I have less than ten hours free a week (I will send a timetable to anyone who does not believe me, it's kind of difficult to write much. Also a little thing called GCSE Coursework tends to get in the way. Next chapter should see the speeches, and the start of training. Maybe some more of Ginny and Jack, and I also have to come up with loads of new names for people and teams. Thanks for any reviews, though I doubt I deserve any - Pose
The letters were sent from the chamber, and it was with baited breath that the Guardians waited for the first of the replies. A sigh of relief passed round the room as the first came in just seconds after it was sent, and was soon followed by an uncountable torrent from hundreds of wizards from all over the country.
Harry smiled as the list grew, turning from the sigh, confident that they had made a major step forward in the fight against the Darkness. He had been looking round the completed complex in the Forbidden Forest the day before, and was astounded by what he had seen.
The defences surrounding it were incredible, and that said nothing on what was inside. Long, airy rooms, endless training circles, duelling rings. A huge medical ward under the confident supervision of Ginny's young pupils, and a Hall even bigger than that of Hogwarts. It had also been equipped to handle the massive number that would soon be residing there. Teams would be made up of fifty, and each had their own dorms, common room, and meeting room.
Already there were people here, those who had been assigned to the training team, and who would, to some extent, hold the fate of the free world in their hands. (LotR quote there, sorry) Because of all the changes taking place, there had been a few adjustments to the robe situation. The Guardians, and Guards would wear their old uniforms, and the chosen teacher would also wear black. The masses coming to Deephide (as it was to be called) were to wear midnight blue.
Harry was sitting at his desk when Hermione came in several hours later, a long parchment in her arms. Harry looked up expectantly.
'Well?' He queried.
'Over 600 replies, the list is here.'
Hermione smiled, handing over the parchment. She stepped back, waiting for a reaction. Harry smiled back at her.
'600? That's more than I hoped for. Thank you. I know how hard you've been working on this.'
'All in the name of the Light.'
Harry snorted, nodding his head.
'And Deephide as well. It will fulfil our every need.'
Hermione tried not to show how pleased she was, turning and walking out, conscious that Harry had a lot on his mind. Besides, she had been meaning to check up on. (Any guesses where she's going? - The library!!!
And in as into the library that Ron wandered a few hours later, in search of Hermione, seeing if she felt like helping him teach his class that afternoon. He was surprised to find that he was enjoying the classes, and had decided to start a new idea.
He had transfigured a chess set so that instead of the pieces being pawns, bishops, rooks, e.t.c., they showed the Guards, the Swords, and the Guardians for the Whites, and Voldemort, Dementors, and Pettigrew for the blacks. He was going to make them watch, and write a report on a game between him and Hermione, assuming, of course, if he could actually find Hermione.
He spent several minutes wandering up and down isles, before coming across her sat behind a stack of books that were piled on a table at the far end of the huge room. It was obvious from the frown on her face and the speed at which she was flicking between pages that she had not found what she was looking for.
After standing unnoticed for several minutes, he was starting to get the odd sense of déjà vu, and realised that this was exactly how he acted when they had been in first year. Giving himself and mental kick to the shins, he ventured a word.
'Quill?'
Her mild reply slightly deflated Ron, who had been bracing himself for the onslaught he though was to come.
'Oh, Hi Rook. What can I do for you?'
Ron recovered swiftly.
'I was wondering if you'd mind helping out with my class this afternoon. It shouldn't take too long.'
Hermione of course agreed, which was in fact not such a good ides, as in fact it did take a long time, and the two were till frowning over the transfigured chessboard at supper time. It was only when the last of their student s had gone to supper that they regrettably called it a day, both having other things to do.
They days before the arrival of the first group of volunteers passed quickly, with much for everyone to do. In fact strictly speaking they were not volunteers, as they would be paid for any time thy spent in combat, but in essence they were here because they wanted to be.
The night before their arrival, all but Stealth and all the Guards excluding Fire, left for Deephide. They got settled into their quarters, and for some, got the last might of good rest they would be getting in the foreseeable future, and for other, stayed up worrying about the responsibilities that would soon be on their shoulders.
Training the next morning was done in silence. At the end, all changed into their formal robes, and met up outside, next to the fire that the volunteers would be transporting too. A dull breeze blew around them, but it only made them look more like the fighters they were. Calm faces, watchful eyes. All were fully armed as they had been instructed, and Fire were ready and waiting to start the organisation. Blades were purposefully showing, and robes were immaculate. They were the defenders of the light. On a raised platform stood Harry and Hunter, ready to give the speech he had prepared. Silence reigned, as they waited for the swish that would accompany any traveller. Then they heard it.
Everyone - Bit of a cliff-hanger there, sorry but I had to end it somewhere. I am very sorry I have been so long updating. As I have less than ten hours free a week (I will send a timetable to anyone who does not believe me, it's kind of difficult to write much. Also a little thing called GCSE Coursework tends to get in the way. Next chapter should see the speeches, and the start of training. Maybe some more of Ginny and Jack, and I also have to come up with loads of new names for people and teams. Thanks for any reviews, though I doubt I deserve any - Pose