Author's Note: Hey, sorry it's taking so long between chapters. I have no
free time to write anymore, but I'll try to keep them coming, at least one
chapter per weekend that I have. Oh, and for those of you wondering where
Draco went, here's your answer. Hmmm... yes, I am aware that Draco's eyes
are gray, I believe (I can't find where I saw that in the books), but blue
eyes work better with the story... if it bothers you, just pretend he put a
spell on his own eye color. Hope you enjoy!
Harry, Ron, and Hermione watched as Dumbledore and McGonagall shared a private conversation before walking through the other witches and wizards to face them.
"Good evening, friends. I don't believe we've met," Dumbledore said, his eyes cautious, but friendly nonetheless.
"No, we haven't, I'm sure I'd have remembered," Harry responded. "My name is Daniel. These are my friends, Emma and Rupert."
"Welcome to our little group, then, Daniel... Emma... Rupert," Dumbledore replied, looking at each as he said their names. Ron, like Harry had, shifted uneasily, feeling as though Dumbledore's piercing gaze and sharp eyes could see through the disguises.
"Albus, dear, I think you've frightened them. I'm Minerva, glad to meet you," the future deputy headmistress of Hogwarts said as she extended her hand to Hermoine.
"Nice to meet you as well," Hermoine said, shaking McGonagall's hand. "We were just with a company of American soldiers. They were leading us here so that we could possibly make it back to England."
"Did you come with just the three of you?" Dumbledore asked, rather abruptly.
"Here yes, but we arrived in France with four," Harry replied.
"And your fourth?" McGonagall asked.
"We don't know. He seemed to have disappeared shortly after our arrival," Ron replied bitterly.
"Well let us hope that he is well," McGonagall replied.
***********
"So you see, this girl is a very talented witch, very talented, but a Mudblood all the same. Her talent is a disgrace to the name of magic," Draco drawled.
"And you say that her companion, this Harry fellow is dangerous to my cause as well?"
"Yes. A little known fact is that his mother was a Mudblood. He is hailed as one of the best wizards of his age group. If you capture the girl, he will try to save her. Then you can take both," Draco replied, his icy eyes twinkling. He had never noticed the change in his demeanor from playful bullying to murderous, but the man he was speaking to had. Indeed it was this man who changed Draco Malfoy's plans.
Draco had run towards where the planes were flying and came across a German encampment. When the Germans eyed his platinum blonde hair and his icy blue eyes, they thought he was the spitting image of Aryan. The leader of the group of soldiers he had stumbled upon worked it out of him that he was a wizard, and thus, he was brought to see Grindelwald himself. Now Draco stood before the man. His hair was dark, a small moustache coloring his upper lip, and swastikas decorating his uniform. Had Draco known anything of Muggle history, he'd know that he was known as Adolf Hitler in the non- wizarding community.
"You have done your duty to tell me this, young Mr. Malfoy. Go now and report to Heinrich. He will dress you properly, in the uniform of my men."
Draco tilted his head in a sort of bow before turning to leave. He completely forgot about the small hourglass on a thin gold chain that sat on Grindelwald's desk. Grindelwald picked it up and looked at it. The dark wizard knew what the Time Turner was and how it worked and noticed the error in the base that caused the four Hogwarts students to land in France. He corrected the cause before hanging it around his own neck, just in case.
"Guttenberg!" Grindelwald yelled.
A short, rather hefty man entered, bowing low. "Yes, your excellency?"
"Three new wizards have joined Dumbledore. I want you to capture the girl. She will be the only one not immediately recognizable from the pictures I have given to you."
"How am I to do so, sir? They are rather protected in their caverns," Guttenberg asked.
"Do it," Grindelwald growled, sending shivers down Guttenberg's back.
"Y-yes, sir," the fat man stuttered, backing out the door he had come in through.
A/N: Ok, guys, sorry it's taken so long. Hopefully this answered some questions. Review!! Yeah!!
Harry, Ron, and Hermione watched as Dumbledore and McGonagall shared a private conversation before walking through the other witches and wizards to face them.
"Good evening, friends. I don't believe we've met," Dumbledore said, his eyes cautious, but friendly nonetheless.
"No, we haven't, I'm sure I'd have remembered," Harry responded. "My name is Daniel. These are my friends, Emma and Rupert."
"Welcome to our little group, then, Daniel... Emma... Rupert," Dumbledore replied, looking at each as he said their names. Ron, like Harry had, shifted uneasily, feeling as though Dumbledore's piercing gaze and sharp eyes could see through the disguises.
"Albus, dear, I think you've frightened them. I'm Minerva, glad to meet you," the future deputy headmistress of Hogwarts said as she extended her hand to Hermoine.
"Nice to meet you as well," Hermoine said, shaking McGonagall's hand. "We were just with a company of American soldiers. They were leading us here so that we could possibly make it back to England."
"Did you come with just the three of you?" Dumbledore asked, rather abruptly.
"Here yes, but we arrived in France with four," Harry replied.
"And your fourth?" McGonagall asked.
"We don't know. He seemed to have disappeared shortly after our arrival," Ron replied bitterly.
"Well let us hope that he is well," McGonagall replied.
***********
"So you see, this girl is a very talented witch, very talented, but a Mudblood all the same. Her talent is a disgrace to the name of magic," Draco drawled.
"And you say that her companion, this Harry fellow is dangerous to my cause as well?"
"Yes. A little known fact is that his mother was a Mudblood. He is hailed as one of the best wizards of his age group. If you capture the girl, he will try to save her. Then you can take both," Draco replied, his icy eyes twinkling. He had never noticed the change in his demeanor from playful bullying to murderous, but the man he was speaking to had. Indeed it was this man who changed Draco Malfoy's plans.
Draco had run towards where the planes were flying and came across a German encampment. When the Germans eyed his platinum blonde hair and his icy blue eyes, they thought he was the spitting image of Aryan. The leader of the group of soldiers he had stumbled upon worked it out of him that he was a wizard, and thus, he was brought to see Grindelwald himself. Now Draco stood before the man. His hair was dark, a small moustache coloring his upper lip, and swastikas decorating his uniform. Had Draco known anything of Muggle history, he'd know that he was known as Adolf Hitler in the non- wizarding community.
"You have done your duty to tell me this, young Mr. Malfoy. Go now and report to Heinrich. He will dress you properly, in the uniform of my men."
Draco tilted his head in a sort of bow before turning to leave. He completely forgot about the small hourglass on a thin gold chain that sat on Grindelwald's desk. Grindelwald picked it up and looked at it. The dark wizard knew what the Time Turner was and how it worked and noticed the error in the base that caused the four Hogwarts students to land in France. He corrected the cause before hanging it around his own neck, just in case.
"Guttenberg!" Grindelwald yelled.
A short, rather hefty man entered, bowing low. "Yes, your excellency?"
"Three new wizards have joined Dumbledore. I want you to capture the girl. She will be the only one not immediately recognizable from the pictures I have given to you."
"How am I to do so, sir? They are rather protected in their caverns," Guttenberg asked.
"Do it," Grindelwald growled, sending shivers down Guttenberg's back.
"Y-yes, sir," the fat man stuttered, backing out the door he had come in through.
A/N: Ok, guys, sorry it's taken so long. Hopefully this answered some questions. Review!! Yeah!!