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Chapter 5 Secrets of the Skull: As Told by Harry Potter
The cameras flashed blindingly from all around the room as Harry held the skull flat on one palm and displayed it briefly before placing it on the table. Harry was nearly blinded by the flashes, a slight twist with magic and they didn't bother him anymore. He waited until the entire room was silent before continuing.
"This skull, like the real one, is made form a large block of pure obsidian. These skulls were undoubtedly made with magic as the tools at that time could not have carved it so perfectly, obsidian chips easily and is difficult to carve." He paused as a reporter raised her hand, he gestured for her to put it down, stating that questions could come at the end. "Now these skulls are not all that they seem, in my examination of the skull I noticed a hairline crack running all the way around it." Harry reached down and covered the top of the skull with his palm, griping it carefully he began to twist, son the top section of the skull unscrewed and came off in his hand. Harry placed it aside on a black cloth. "Now you can't see it in this one but the inside of each skull was filled with a golden liquid, I have no idea what it is, but after careful examination I have concluded that it is the lifeblood of the royal family of Atlantis, this particular skull contains all the lifeblood of one wizard and some from another. Having separated the two and gauged their power content I can safely say that the smaller sample came from the King of Atlantis, the other was the full lifeblood of one who appeared to be a very powerful cousin of his. My guess is that one of the more powerful members of the royal family drained their lifeblood into the skull, then to activate the final spell the king himself took his and put a equal amount into each skull, thereby binding all eight together." Murmurs went around the room of understanding; he was getting through to them without using loads of technical terms. (Seeing as this was a new area of magic he'd made up a few to describe some of the concepts used)
"Now this, draining one's own life blood, shows a strong devotion to their people and a great sense of duty. But the royal family was large and the power that had to be placed into the skulls was all of theirs, not just any few. In order to place all the power there was then into these skulls EVERY magical person would have to put all of theirs into it, thereby killing themselves, I'm guessing that this even included children. Remember during the time of Atlantis all power on this planet stemmed from the royal family. Since no one today is as powerful as the ruling Atlantians were," here there were a few whispers, "clearly not all of their power made it into the skulls. My theory is that when the comet struck its near destruction of the planet was so terrible that the powers held within the skulls were pushed to their limits to handle it and to keep any life forms alive at all.
As to why I can get near this skull when others cannot, I really don't know yet. I do have a theory I'm working on but it is still in the early stages so I can't tell you anything about that yet. However I have taken blood samples from hundreds of volunteers and exposed the blood to the skull, in each case the blood cells simply exploded. Sometimes this process took less than a second, sometimes it took up to a half hour, it all depended on the wizard. But because of this inconsistency in the blood's reaction time I can't tell exactly what causes it, for all I know the only reason I can get close to it is because my cells are taking a long time to explode. I have not yet had time to do a thorough examination of the pedestal the skull rested on, and I hope you realize that to completely understand the way it and the other seven provide all the magic there is, is the work of a lifetime or more. Now I'm sure some of you have questions?"
Immediately every reporters hand in the room went up, along with basically all of the dignitaries in the first few rows, Harry called on them first starting with the Hungarian Minister of Magic.
"Mr. Potter does the reaction time of the cells vary with their proximity to the skull?" *Ah so he was listening, and he's not half stupid either. *
"Only to a certain extent sir. If the cells are in the same room the reaction time is always the same for each person. If a glass shield is surrounding the skull the reaction time also remains consistent, I have yet to do further tests."
Harry answered questions for another half hour before calling an end, everyone slowly filtered out of the room, the reporters all scribbling furiously on note pads or watching Quick Quotes Quills do so. The Order members showed them all out, Harry sighed and sank into a chair that appeared from nowhere behind him.
"Nicely done Harry." Sirius said, coming up beside him. Suddenly Miranda came stalking in, looking furious. "Uh oh, what's wrong?"
"I thought you said that Skeeter b*tch was dead!?" Harry looked up in surprise, hadn't her body been found after an attack five months ago?
"Well her body was buried…but we never actually got any other proof, isn't that enough?" Aram asked.
"Was having his head blown off enough for Lucius Malfoy?" Harry asked.
"Dead or not I just saw her walking around outside…Harry could you do a search for her mind?" Miranda asked, Harry nodded, running a hand through his hair, that had been tough, hundreds of minds all clamoring and shouting away in his brain, thankfully a few days of near peace and quiet from that was all it took to get his shields back up. He lowered them carefully and steeled himself for the blast of thoughts, thanking his lucky stars that the only people in the room all had their own blocking spell on. He searched quietly but couldn't identify any as Rita's, and then he hit on Andy Ririka, an auror turned reporter. *No way! Skeeter! I wonder if they know she's not dead, have to owl them in the morning, dman it, she's going to blow this all out of proportion and change the facts, have to get the right stuff out first…*
"She's here, Ririka just saw her as well, he'll be owling you in the morning, or maybe later tonight, the Prophet's having a field day with this." Harry said, thinking of the phoenix egg back in his office he stood up. "I'd better head back."
"Will you be coming to help with the students who stayed over the summer?" Albus asked him.
"Yes, in a week, I have some things I have to do first, and then there's the skull, and two of my spies want to talk with me, something about Voldemort starting another invasion of South America. I'll keep you updated." He left, teleporting back home once he got outside.
**
Back at Potter manor Harry appeared in his office, startling Tiger who growled. Harry stooped to scoop up the cat and carried him over to the fire. His book was lying open where he'd left it, in the fire the phoenix egg was completely gold, and had been so since he'd seen the last sliver of white turn gold yesterday when he'd come back for a few minutes to get some things. Harry stroked the g lightly, it was warm and when he touched it he thought he could hear phoenix song. Smiling Harry looked at the clock, it was midnight, he went into the living room and up a short staircase to bed.
Early the next morning Harry woke and hopped out of bed, they day looked like another scorcher, careful not to step on Tiger's tail he dressed and went downstairs. Since it was still a little too early for breakfast Harry went outside, at the door he turned left along the pathway and walked down to the stables which stood just beside the manor, separated form it by a huge herb garden. The waters of the lake glistened and shimmering and the ground was wet with dew, flowering trees and droopy willows lines the waters edge, around the side of the lake he could see the boat house, an old white stone building covered in green vines with orange flowers. At the stables Alonzo, and very large fluffy black and white tuxedo cat joined him. He had found Alonzo in the gutter when he had visited Moscow to help with a pair of troublesome basilisks who couldn't understand that the network of underground tunnels used by the Moscow's wizards weren't meant as their den. Alonzo padded silently along beside Harry, every now and then brushing against his ankles as his young master toured the empty stables. Once full of the amazing horses for which the Potter family had been famous it was now empty and silent. When Harry's parents had gone into hiding they had set the horses loose in the mountains and fields around the manor, but all of the Potter lands had enchantments so the horses should still be out there. Harry summoned his broom.
Ten minutes later Harry was flying above the rolling hills, he had left the lawns of the manor behind and now he was out in the three hundred acre wilderness owned by the Potter family since almost before Hogwarts founding. Harry swooped down and slid along between the walls of a gorge, coming out onto another longest of hills, the silver/blue river that fed the lake wandering among them. Then he saw the horses.
A herd of fourteen horses was grazing in a field of flowers. Harry circled and came back, coming to a stop above them, using a spell to remove his shadow so it wouldn't startle them. Four blood reds, a white with a red/gold mane and tail, one all white, one all gold, another gold with a black mane and tail a gorgeous palomino, one chocolate brown with a white star on his forehead, and one gigantic black who's fur shone and rippled, probably the stallion. Also among the herd were three foals, one a red with a black mane and tail and white socks, rather unusual looking, a all brown with the longest mane and tail he'd ever seen, and an all white. Pleased Harry flew around the general area for a while, by noon (he'd forgotten about breakfast) he'd figured out that contrary to the habits of most wild horses all of the Potter horses herds moved in a large group, basically. Led by the largest herd with the bachelor stallions taking the rear. He even noted two very old mares that looked as if they might have been around when his parents still lived here and the horses spent the winters in the stables and the summers out in the fields, when the Potter family was still riding them.
Harry returned to the manor for lunch, and then went to the huge library to look for books on horse training. A little after three he started up as 2 owls flew in. One dropped a paper on his head and left, the other delivered its letter and flew off. Harry opened the one with the Hogwarts seal.
Dear Harry,
You have been chosen as Head Boy this year, your badge is enclosed along with a list of duties and responsibilities. The usual list of supplies is on the other letter.
The following are your grades on the NEWTs you took last year and over the summer, well done. You have received above perfect in every subject and have the highest grades of any students yet. (Though perhaps Miss Granger will beat those)
Divination: 139%
History of Magic: 145%
Ancient Runes: 137%
Muggle Studies: 129%
Astronomy: 143%
Potions: 153%
During the year I know you'll be spending huge amounts of time on various projects and things for the Order of the Phoenix and whatever else comes up. You may skip classes whenever you have too for this, please inform the teacher and try to make up the work. I doubt you'll have much of a problem.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Harry grinned joyfully then turned to the next letter which appeared to be from the Ministry, it was huge. On top was a letter from Prof. McGonagal.
Dear Harry,
Last year you discovered that you have many animagus forms. As always I wrote to the Ministry with each students possible forms. Should you try to become any of these please tell them first, they have a special department for this. However knowing you I wouldn't be surprised if you already could transform or if you didn't need any practice at all. Enclosed is a list of possible animagus shapes. Due to the fact that both your parents, grandparents and just about everyone else in your family on the Potter's side has been animaguses and both your parents were it is probable that you have more forms than those shown on your list. Though you may not be able to become all of them. The lists should be good suggestions for what you might become, it's best to practice your animagus forms for two hours day until you have them down perfectly. (needless to say the Ministry already knows about your Royal Aaron form.) If you can transform into any of the others they'll probably want you to pass the test so they can register you, the test is just transforming to your animal form a back again. So that they can get markings and color. Please owl me back the lists when you are done.
Prof. McGonagal
Harry found the list he'd made in transfiguration class last year
Royal Aaron
Cobra
Caracal
Dire Wolf
Fox Bat
Black Unicorn
Wedge Tailed Eagle
Griffin
Phoenix
Well he knew he could do Royal Aaron, he searched through the papers, but it wasn't listed; oh well, he just wrote it in at the top. Next was cobra. Harry frowned at this he got a book of animals form a shelf and flipped through to a cobra; setting the picture of a five-foot long cobra firmly in his mind he concentrated on becoming it. Suddenly he was much small the sounds were louder and he could see and smell better. Harry slithered over to a five foot high mirror down the hall, a huge black cobra with gold lightning bolts on either side of its hood, when he opened it, and the symbol from his palm on the back side of the hood, looked back at him.
Next was caracal, Harry found a picture of one and concentrated, second later a black caracal with a gold lightning bolt barely visible inside both ears and a symbol on the back side of its right paw as swishing its tail around in the hallway. Harry struggled to transform back, when he finally made it he was breathing hard and tired. Deciding to work on the rest at another time Harry went up to the Potter owlery.
In the owlery were eight snow owls, Hedwig perched on a nest up in the rafters hooted at Harry, who reached up to pet her and give her a treat. Hedwig had laid an egg two days ago, and she guarded it fiercely. All of the owls wore a type of collar, a loose one, more of a necklace, made of gold links with a small gold pendant hanging form it upon which was carved the Potter crest, each point around the circle was made form a different type of gemstone. Harry could remember when he'd given one to Hedwig, she'd been so proud of herself, in fact they all looked proud, puffing out their chests for visitors to display the Potter crest, as if to say "I'm one of the Potter's owls! Harry found it very amusing. There had been a time decades, perhaps centuries ago, when only the most important and powerful families had snowy owls, each bearing their owners crest. But Voldemort had targeted them, since most of these families were "as white as their owls" as quoted in the March 9th 1941 Daily Prophet, meaning that they'd never turn to Voldemort. All the more reason for wanting them dead. Harry gingerly stepped around a dead mouse someone hadn't eaten yet to where four of the owls were perched in the shadows, snoozing. Harry conjured up a piece of parchment and a pen.
Dear Ron,
Sorry I haven't written more, things have been a little hectic. How's your summer been? Mine's been rather busy…but I'm sure you've read that in the papers, those skulls are going to keep me busy all year…if they don't turn me into a nice little pile of mush on the floor first. Just after the school year ended I found my family's house, Potter manor, the owl that's delivering this is one of the family owls. Her name is Belle, Hedwig laid and egg so she'll be out of the air for a while.
I think I've discovered a new use for those elemental bloods. I'm working on a potion that should awaken all those poor people at Saint Mungo's who went insane or into deep comas from prolonged exposure to (often multiple) cruciatus curses by Voldemort.
In a week I'll be going to Hogwarts to help teach a martial arts class for the students who stayed there over the summer. I'll let you know who's teaching what as soon as I find out.
Tell your dad that the new secretary is completely trustworthy.
How about we meet in Diagon Alley on August 25?
Your friend,
Harry
"Hey, Belle, could you take this to Ronald Weasley? Thanks." Harry said as the owl took the letter and swooped out the window, Harry went to work on similar letters to all the Marauders before going downstairs to the library took over some maps, what exactly would Voldemort possibly want with South America?
Please review, I'll update soon, I hope.
Chapter 5 Secrets of the Skull: As Told by Harry Potter
The cameras flashed blindingly from all around the room as Harry held the skull flat on one palm and displayed it briefly before placing it on the table. Harry was nearly blinded by the flashes, a slight twist with magic and they didn't bother him anymore. He waited until the entire room was silent before continuing.
"This skull, like the real one, is made form a large block of pure obsidian. These skulls were undoubtedly made with magic as the tools at that time could not have carved it so perfectly, obsidian chips easily and is difficult to carve." He paused as a reporter raised her hand, he gestured for her to put it down, stating that questions could come at the end. "Now these skulls are not all that they seem, in my examination of the skull I noticed a hairline crack running all the way around it." Harry reached down and covered the top of the skull with his palm, griping it carefully he began to twist, son the top section of the skull unscrewed and came off in his hand. Harry placed it aside on a black cloth. "Now you can't see it in this one but the inside of each skull was filled with a golden liquid, I have no idea what it is, but after careful examination I have concluded that it is the lifeblood of the royal family of Atlantis, this particular skull contains all the lifeblood of one wizard and some from another. Having separated the two and gauged their power content I can safely say that the smaller sample came from the King of Atlantis, the other was the full lifeblood of one who appeared to be a very powerful cousin of his. My guess is that one of the more powerful members of the royal family drained their lifeblood into the skull, then to activate the final spell the king himself took his and put a equal amount into each skull, thereby binding all eight together." Murmurs went around the room of understanding; he was getting through to them without using loads of technical terms. (Seeing as this was a new area of magic he'd made up a few to describe some of the concepts used)
"Now this, draining one's own life blood, shows a strong devotion to their people and a great sense of duty. But the royal family was large and the power that had to be placed into the skulls was all of theirs, not just any few. In order to place all the power there was then into these skulls EVERY magical person would have to put all of theirs into it, thereby killing themselves, I'm guessing that this even included children. Remember during the time of Atlantis all power on this planet stemmed from the royal family. Since no one today is as powerful as the ruling Atlantians were," here there were a few whispers, "clearly not all of their power made it into the skulls. My theory is that when the comet struck its near destruction of the planet was so terrible that the powers held within the skulls were pushed to their limits to handle it and to keep any life forms alive at all.
As to why I can get near this skull when others cannot, I really don't know yet. I do have a theory I'm working on but it is still in the early stages so I can't tell you anything about that yet. However I have taken blood samples from hundreds of volunteers and exposed the blood to the skull, in each case the blood cells simply exploded. Sometimes this process took less than a second, sometimes it took up to a half hour, it all depended on the wizard. But because of this inconsistency in the blood's reaction time I can't tell exactly what causes it, for all I know the only reason I can get close to it is because my cells are taking a long time to explode. I have not yet had time to do a thorough examination of the pedestal the skull rested on, and I hope you realize that to completely understand the way it and the other seven provide all the magic there is, is the work of a lifetime or more. Now I'm sure some of you have questions?"
Immediately every reporters hand in the room went up, along with basically all of the dignitaries in the first few rows, Harry called on them first starting with the Hungarian Minister of Magic.
"Mr. Potter does the reaction time of the cells vary with their proximity to the skull?" *Ah so he was listening, and he's not half stupid either. *
"Only to a certain extent sir. If the cells are in the same room the reaction time is always the same for each person. If a glass shield is surrounding the skull the reaction time also remains consistent, I have yet to do further tests."
Harry answered questions for another half hour before calling an end, everyone slowly filtered out of the room, the reporters all scribbling furiously on note pads or watching Quick Quotes Quills do so. The Order members showed them all out, Harry sighed and sank into a chair that appeared from nowhere behind him.
"Nicely done Harry." Sirius said, coming up beside him. Suddenly Miranda came stalking in, looking furious. "Uh oh, what's wrong?"
"I thought you said that Skeeter b*tch was dead!?" Harry looked up in surprise, hadn't her body been found after an attack five months ago?
"Well her body was buried…but we never actually got any other proof, isn't that enough?" Aram asked.
"Was having his head blown off enough for Lucius Malfoy?" Harry asked.
"Dead or not I just saw her walking around outside…Harry could you do a search for her mind?" Miranda asked, Harry nodded, running a hand through his hair, that had been tough, hundreds of minds all clamoring and shouting away in his brain, thankfully a few days of near peace and quiet from that was all it took to get his shields back up. He lowered them carefully and steeled himself for the blast of thoughts, thanking his lucky stars that the only people in the room all had their own blocking spell on. He searched quietly but couldn't identify any as Rita's, and then he hit on Andy Ririka, an auror turned reporter. *No way! Skeeter! I wonder if they know she's not dead, have to owl them in the morning, dman it, she's going to blow this all out of proportion and change the facts, have to get the right stuff out first…*
"She's here, Ririka just saw her as well, he'll be owling you in the morning, or maybe later tonight, the Prophet's having a field day with this." Harry said, thinking of the phoenix egg back in his office he stood up. "I'd better head back."
"Will you be coming to help with the students who stayed over the summer?" Albus asked him.
"Yes, in a week, I have some things I have to do first, and then there's the skull, and two of my spies want to talk with me, something about Voldemort starting another invasion of South America. I'll keep you updated." He left, teleporting back home once he got outside.
**
Back at Potter manor Harry appeared in his office, startling Tiger who growled. Harry stooped to scoop up the cat and carried him over to the fire. His book was lying open where he'd left it, in the fire the phoenix egg was completely gold, and had been so since he'd seen the last sliver of white turn gold yesterday when he'd come back for a few minutes to get some things. Harry stroked the g lightly, it was warm and when he touched it he thought he could hear phoenix song. Smiling Harry looked at the clock, it was midnight, he went into the living room and up a short staircase to bed.
Early the next morning Harry woke and hopped out of bed, they day looked like another scorcher, careful not to step on Tiger's tail he dressed and went downstairs. Since it was still a little too early for breakfast Harry went outside, at the door he turned left along the pathway and walked down to the stables which stood just beside the manor, separated form it by a huge herb garden. The waters of the lake glistened and shimmering and the ground was wet with dew, flowering trees and droopy willows lines the waters edge, around the side of the lake he could see the boat house, an old white stone building covered in green vines with orange flowers. At the stables Alonzo, and very large fluffy black and white tuxedo cat joined him. He had found Alonzo in the gutter when he had visited Moscow to help with a pair of troublesome basilisks who couldn't understand that the network of underground tunnels used by the Moscow's wizards weren't meant as their den. Alonzo padded silently along beside Harry, every now and then brushing against his ankles as his young master toured the empty stables. Once full of the amazing horses for which the Potter family had been famous it was now empty and silent. When Harry's parents had gone into hiding they had set the horses loose in the mountains and fields around the manor, but all of the Potter lands had enchantments so the horses should still be out there. Harry summoned his broom.
Ten minutes later Harry was flying above the rolling hills, he had left the lawns of the manor behind and now he was out in the three hundred acre wilderness owned by the Potter family since almost before Hogwarts founding. Harry swooped down and slid along between the walls of a gorge, coming out onto another longest of hills, the silver/blue river that fed the lake wandering among them. Then he saw the horses.
A herd of fourteen horses was grazing in a field of flowers. Harry circled and came back, coming to a stop above them, using a spell to remove his shadow so it wouldn't startle them. Four blood reds, a white with a red/gold mane and tail, one all white, one all gold, another gold with a black mane and tail a gorgeous palomino, one chocolate brown with a white star on his forehead, and one gigantic black who's fur shone and rippled, probably the stallion. Also among the herd were three foals, one a red with a black mane and tail and white socks, rather unusual looking, a all brown with the longest mane and tail he'd ever seen, and an all white. Pleased Harry flew around the general area for a while, by noon (he'd forgotten about breakfast) he'd figured out that contrary to the habits of most wild horses all of the Potter horses herds moved in a large group, basically. Led by the largest herd with the bachelor stallions taking the rear. He even noted two very old mares that looked as if they might have been around when his parents still lived here and the horses spent the winters in the stables and the summers out in the fields, when the Potter family was still riding them.
Harry returned to the manor for lunch, and then went to the huge library to look for books on horse training. A little after three he started up as 2 owls flew in. One dropped a paper on his head and left, the other delivered its letter and flew off. Harry opened the one with the Hogwarts seal.
Dear Harry,
You have been chosen as Head Boy this year, your badge is enclosed along with a list of duties and responsibilities. The usual list of supplies is on the other letter.
The following are your grades on the NEWTs you took last year and over the summer, well done. You have received above perfect in every subject and have the highest grades of any students yet. (Though perhaps Miss Granger will beat those)
Divination: 139%
History of Magic: 145%
Ancient Runes: 137%
Muggle Studies: 129%
Astronomy: 143%
Potions: 153%
During the year I know you'll be spending huge amounts of time on various projects and things for the Order of the Phoenix and whatever else comes up. You may skip classes whenever you have too for this, please inform the teacher and try to make up the work. I doubt you'll have much of a problem.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Harry grinned joyfully then turned to the next letter which appeared to be from the Ministry, it was huge. On top was a letter from Prof. McGonagal.
Dear Harry,
Last year you discovered that you have many animagus forms. As always I wrote to the Ministry with each students possible forms. Should you try to become any of these please tell them first, they have a special department for this. However knowing you I wouldn't be surprised if you already could transform or if you didn't need any practice at all. Enclosed is a list of possible animagus shapes. Due to the fact that both your parents, grandparents and just about everyone else in your family on the Potter's side has been animaguses and both your parents were it is probable that you have more forms than those shown on your list. Though you may not be able to become all of them. The lists should be good suggestions for what you might become, it's best to practice your animagus forms for two hours day until you have them down perfectly. (needless to say the Ministry already knows about your Royal Aaron form.) If you can transform into any of the others they'll probably want you to pass the test so they can register you, the test is just transforming to your animal form a back again. So that they can get markings and color. Please owl me back the lists when you are done.
Prof. McGonagal
Harry found the list he'd made in transfiguration class last year
Royal Aaron
Cobra
Caracal
Dire Wolf
Fox Bat
Black Unicorn
Wedge Tailed Eagle
Griffin
Phoenix
Well he knew he could do Royal Aaron, he searched through the papers, but it wasn't listed; oh well, he just wrote it in at the top. Next was cobra. Harry frowned at this he got a book of animals form a shelf and flipped through to a cobra; setting the picture of a five-foot long cobra firmly in his mind he concentrated on becoming it. Suddenly he was much small the sounds were louder and he could see and smell better. Harry slithered over to a five foot high mirror down the hall, a huge black cobra with gold lightning bolts on either side of its hood, when he opened it, and the symbol from his palm on the back side of the hood, looked back at him.
Next was caracal, Harry found a picture of one and concentrated, second later a black caracal with a gold lightning bolt barely visible inside both ears and a symbol on the back side of its right paw as swishing its tail around in the hallway. Harry struggled to transform back, when he finally made it he was breathing hard and tired. Deciding to work on the rest at another time Harry went up to the Potter owlery.
In the owlery were eight snow owls, Hedwig perched on a nest up in the rafters hooted at Harry, who reached up to pet her and give her a treat. Hedwig had laid an egg two days ago, and she guarded it fiercely. All of the owls wore a type of collar, a loose one, more of a necklace, made of gold links with a small gold pendant hanging form it upon which was carved the Potter crest, each point around the circle was made form a different type of gemstone. Harry could remember when he'd given one to Hedwig, she'd been so proud of herself, in fact they all looked proud, puffing out their chests for visitors to display the Potter crest, as if to say "I'm one of the Potter's owls! Harry found it very amusing. There had been a time decades, perhaps centuries ago, when only the most important and powerful families had snowy owls, each bearing their owners crest. But Voldemort had targeted them, since most of these families were "as white as their owls" as quoted in the March 9th 1941 Daily Prophet, meaning that they'd never turn to Voldemort. All the more reason for wanting them dead. Harry gingerly stepped around a dead mouse someone hadn't eaten yet to where four of the owls were perched in the shadows, snoozing. Harry conjured up a piece of parchment and a pen.
Dear Ron,
Sorry I haven't written more, things have been a little hectic. How's your summer been? Mine's been rather busy…but I'm sure you've read that in the papers, those skulls are going to keep me busy all year…if they don't turn me into a nice little pile of mush on the floor first. Just after the school year ended I found my family's house, Potter manor, the owl that's delivering this is one of the family owls. Her name is Belle, Hedwig laid and egg so she'll be out of the air for a while.
I think I've discovered a new use for those elemental bloods. I'm working on a potion that should awaken all those poor people at Saint Mungo's who went insane or into deep comas from prolonged exposure to (often multiple) cruciatus curses by Voldemort.
In a week I'll be going to Hogwarts to help teach a martial arts class for the students who stayed there over the summer. I'll let you know who's teaching what as soon as I find out.
Tell your dad that the new secretary is completely trustworthy.
How about we meet in Diagon Alley on August 25?
Your friend,
Harry
"Hey, Belle, could you take this to Ronald Weasley? Thanks." Harry said as the owl took the letter and swooped out the window, Harry went to work on similar letters to all the Marauders before going downstairs to the library took over some maps, what exactly would Voldemort possibly want with South America?
Please review, I'll update soon, I hope.