Harry awoke sweating, grasping his forehead. He looked at the clock.
One a.m. There was no way he would be able to sleep. Silently slipping
into fresh clothes, Harry went down stairs to the kitchen, not knowing what
he could do to pass the time. He switched on the light and sat at the
table.
Last night had been great. They had eaten outside, since there were seventeen of them. The new five were still a mystery to him. They talked for two hours and Harry still had millions of questions. All were from Canada, and still attended school. They lived like most muggles, they told him, but attended a magic school nine months of the year. Which school, they didn't say. It surprised Harry that they would live like muggles. For instance, Ryal plays hockey regularly. This had impressed Mr Weasley, and resulted in Ryal describing the whole game to him. They attend the Wizarding School for ten years, not the regular seven. They 'specialized' in curtain areas after their third year. And not only was there quidditch teams, they also had hockey teams, baseball teams, basketball teams, and ringette teams. Even Harry and Hermione hadn't heard of the muggle sport ringette. It was quickly explained, against Mr Weasleys' wishes, as similar to hockey, with more rules, a ring instead of a puck, and a hockey stick without a blade. It was amazing, and weird, that this school existed. It certainly wasn't any of the known three wizarding schools.
Yes, Harry thought, it had been a very enjoyable evening. The weather had certainly agreed with them, so to speak. It was a warm night with a cool breeze. Kadence and Cameryn said it was the perfect softball weather, too bad they didn't bring their gloves. The weather was over, for now there was a huge rain storm outside. This gave Harry the urge to have some butterbeer, but he resisted it.
Harry looked around him. The Burrow had not changed dramatically; it still had a very warm, inviting feeling about it. He spotted an open magazine on the table and picked it up. The headline was 'Rumors,' and there was a picture of Harry, back turned, not wanting anyone staring at him. He started to read the article, wondering why he would be in it.
'Rumors about Harry Potter and his tragic life have been blossoming for the last month. So many that we plan to write about one every issue, in much detail. We start with a growing question of did James and Lilly Potter actually die? From sources unknown we have heard that a possible switching spell had been cast on James Potter and his close friend Remus Lupin.
They say that Harrys' mother, Lilly Potter, had cast this charm herself. To support this, Lilly Potters' wand is well known for the great ability of casting charms. This would mean that James Potter is alive, unable to return to his real appearance because his body is dead, and buried. There are, of course, facts against this rumor.
Lupin decided to leave the Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher after being exposed as a werewolf. This is crucial, if James Potter was in Lupins' body, would he still change into a werewolf? The answer to that question may always be, just as young Harrys' life, a mystery.'
Harry set down the magazine. Even the question, the possibility of his father being alive brought questions, worries and unexplainable feelings. He sat there for an hour, rereading the article a couple times. Then he hurt soft, quiet footsteps above him, coming down the stairs.
*~*~*
Kadence came down the stairs. She regularly woke early, and it startled her to find Harry sitting at the table. She smiles as Harry turned to face her, "Mornin' Harry." Her smooth voice flooded through Harrys' head, though his mind was to far gone to notice. He merely shrugged, and Kadence realized something serious was bothering him. "Somethin' wrong, eh Harry?" her thick Canadian accent was gentle, yet demanding.
"Rumors 'bout my parents in the magazine are frustrating. But I guess I shouldn't listen to them," Harry sighed, rubbing his scar, trying to diminish the pain.
"Yet you are," Kadence eyed him suspiciously. "Scar botherin' yah Harry?" she asked with a hit of excitement in her voice.
"A bit, I just don't know what it means. Which seems to be worse then the burning, the question seems to cut inside me," Harry seemed lost for a moment, and then he snapped out of it. "It's not that bad," Harry added swiftly, noticing Kadence becoming, well, excited!
"Harry!" she exclaimed gleefully, jumping up from her seat. She rushed towards him. "This is just what I was waiting for!" And to Harrys' amazement Kadence placed her finger tips on Harrys' forehead. She slowly traced his scar about five times, driving Harry up the wall. Her touch did something to him, though he didn't know what. She subsequently placed her fingers on the scar, pressing faintly against his forehead. When the burning abated she stepped back from him, smiling gaily. She gracefully pulled out her wand. Almost silently she whispered something, and two books surfaced on the table. Kadence sat down and instantaneously started flipping through the books.
Harry stared at her, "What are you doing?"
Kadence smiled once more, though not looking up from either book. "Remember how we studies specific field? Well I study Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, and Curses. For the last year or so, I've been studying you, and have been workin' on what your scar could mean. I found that it could be a source of communication, and I've learnt how to read them . . . well most of the time. This one came real clear, so I shouldn't have a problem figuring it out."
Harry sat there completely puzzled. She was reading about him, about his scar. "What are those books?" he queried, she still hadn't looked up at all.
"Huh? Oh, this is a report 'bout what I presume the message is," she pointed to the smaller 'book.' "And this book is just telling me what it means, how close I was to the correct message. And of course I missed some words, key ones it seems. It's a school book I brought along." Harry shrugged, it seemed that he had enough to try and understand he should just leave this one alone. He seemed to shrug many things off lately, easily putting them to the back of his mind. Kadence, however, seemed to have found what she was looking for, she muttered some foreign words. She pointed at the report, and carefully dragged it over the open pages in the book.
Both books then vanished, and a paper appeared in their place. 'I should learn this magic,' Harry thought to himself. Kadence picked up the paper and read it carefully.
She re-read it once or twice, and then looked up at Harry, "It was a warning, but I only caught the end of it." She looked down and read off the paper, "'ollow is safe, where demiguise are danger approaches. Invisibility only will you now.' Of course I missed some words." She looked up at Harry. "You own an invisibility cloak, and if you wear it, a forgotten magic will occur Harry! This is wonderful, you've saved us all!"
Harry didn't bother trying to figure out the 'forgotten magic,' but instead wondered about the demiguise. "So when it says it's invisible, it means the cloaks spun from demiguise hair. But invisibility cloaks are rare, what about those who don't own one?" Harry hated to think what might happen if many people started to die, when he wouldn't because of an invisibility cloak.
"Don't worry Harry. Demiguise are found in the Far East, and people there all have the cloaks. And don't forget, one cloak covers many," comforted Kadence. She had a way of making him feel better, that everything will be all right.
"Your school gives a very different kind of education. What do the others study?" Harry asked curiously. This other school, it was a complete secret, and Harry wanted to know as much as possible about it.
"Oh, well Kale experiments with new repelling charms, spells, and potions. She works mostly with charms, which is her specialty. Cameryn takes animagus, among others. She figured different animals are in each person, so she can turn into five different animals at will. She's been working on it for a while now. Marphie can tame most Magical creatures, and knows all about them. That's why I know about some of them, he talks about them constantly. And Ryal studies potions and herbology. That guy could tell the difference in two potions if the only difference was a drop of dragon's blood. It's really helpful that we have our working experience covered for graduation."
Once again Harry was confused. He opened his mouth to ask another question, when Kadence continued, "For a student to graduate in our school you must have at least three months of active work outside school, but during the coarse time. So, being here is our school work," she laughed. 'Harry was curious, liked to be informed. Which is a great quality in a wizard,' Kadence thought dreamily.
*~*~* 5 am
Harry took the paper from Kadence and went upstairs. He had learned so much, yet had more questions. The rumors in the magazine were, according to Harry at this point, just rumors. He decided to think like this so he could keep his full attention on the present and future. The past was way to confusing and full of mystery to go back at the moment. The present was the warning; he had to figure out a course of action. He arrived in Rons' room and sat on his bed and read the message for himself. 'ollow is safe,' caught his attention right away.
He sat there, trying to figure out where was 'ollow.' It must contain many wizarding aspects, since Voldemort hadn't been near them at all. Which brought to a second thought, if Voldemort was there, it must be important. Harry looked at his reflection in the window, noticing as always his great resemblance to his father. Then it all pieced together. A wizarding city . . . Voldemort . . . his parents . . .
Godric's Hollow!
Harry ran down the stairs, as silently as possible. When he reached the kitchen he found that Mr and Mrs Weasley, and Ryal had joined Kadence. Worry was in some of their eyes when they met his. He ignored it, this was more important. "Godric's Hollow," Harry announced breathless. He could now see both worry and confusion in their eyes. He continued, "The warning! Godric's Hollow!" exclaimed Harry, trying to make them understand. He noticed Kadences' eyes glow with excitement, but she stayed silent, allowing Harry explain. "It's safe from Voldemort. He left, so maybe there might be something there that could help us, anything at all!"
"He's right," Ryal commented straight away. "We should go, see what we can find. What they might possess, herbs and potions." Harry realized that Ryal instantly wanted to find what power Voldemort and his supporters may have.
"Well, who are all going to go? I mean there are seventeen of us, not mentioning that Dumbledore and others will want to be there," Mrs Weasley directed.
Mr Weasley answered calmly, "Everyone should. We can say that we're on vacation that way. Also, the more people we have, the more ground we'll cover. We leave in an hour, staying for a couple days. Wake everyone Ryal, Kadence, and start packing immediately. Harry, you go write to Dumbledore. Tell him we're going to Godric's Hollow, and to meet us there. Use Hedwig, she'll deliver the mail the fastest."
Last night had been great. They had eaten outside, since there were seventeen of them. The new five were still a mystery to him. They talked for two hours and Harry still had millions of questions. All were from Canada, and still attended school. They lived like most muggles, they told him, but attended a magic school nine months of the year. Which school, they didn't say. It surprised Harry that they would live like muggles. For instance, Ryal plays hockey regularly. This had impressed Mr Weasley, and resulted in Ryal describing the whole game to him. They attend the Wizarding School for ten years, not the regular seven. They 'specialized' in curtain areas after their third year. And not only was there quidditch teams, they also had hockey teams, baseball teams, basketball teams, and ringette teams. Even Harry and Hermione hadn't heard of the muggle sport ringette. It was quickly explained, against Mr Weasleys' wishes, as similar to hockey, with more rules, a ring instead of a puck, and a hockey stick without a blade. It was amazing, and weird, that this school existed. It certainly wasn't any of the known three wizarding schools.
Yes, Harry thought, it had been a very enjoyable evening. The weather had certainly agreed with them, so to speak. It was a warm night with a cool breeze. Kadence and Cameryn said it was the perfect softball weather, too bad they didn't bring their gloves. The weather was over, for now there was a huge rain storm outside. This gave Harry the urge to have some butterbeer, but he resisted it.
Harry looked around him. The Burrow had not changed dramatically; it still had a very warm, inviting feeling about it. He spotted an open magazine on the table and picked it up. The headline was 'Rumors,' and there was a picture of Harry, back turned, not wanting anyone staring at him. He started to read the article, wondering why he would be in it.
'Rumors about Harry Potter and his tragic life have been blossoming for the last month. So many that we plan to write about one every issue, in much detail. We start with a growing question of did James and Lilly Potter actually die? From sources unknown we have heard that a possible switching spell had been cast on James Potter and his close friend Remus Lupin.
They say that Harrys' mother, Lilly Potter, had cast this charm herself. To support this, Lilly Potters' wand is well known for the great ability of casting charms. This would mean that James Potter is alive, unable to return to his real appearance because his body is dead, and buried. There are, of course, facts against this rumor.
Lupin decided to leave the Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher after being exposed as a werewolf. This is crucial, if James Potter was in Lupins' body, would he still change into a werewolf? The answer to that question may always be, just as young Harrys' life, a mystery.'
Harry set down the magazine. Even the question, the possibility of his father being alive brought questions, worries and unexplainable feelings. He sat there for an hour, rereading the article a couple times. Then he hurt soft, quiet footsteps above him, coming down the stairs.
*~*~*
Kadence came down the stairs. She regularly woke early, and it startled her to find Harry sitting at the table. She smiles as Harry turned to face her, "Mornin' Harry." Her smooth voice flooded through Harrys' head, though his mind was to far gone to notice. He merely shrugged, and Kadence realized something serious was bothering him. "Somethin' wrong, eh Harry?" her thick Canadian accent was gentle, yet demanding.
"Rumors 'bout my parents in the magazine are frustrating. But I guess I shouldn't listen to them," Harry sighed, rubbing his scar, trying to diminish the pain.
"Yet you are," Kadence eyed him suspiciously. "Scar botherin' yah Harry?" she asked with a hit of excitement in her voice.
"A bit, I just don't know what it means. Which seems to be worse then the burning, the question seems to cut inside me," Harry seemed lost for a moment, and then he snapped out of it. "It's not that bad," Harry added swiftly, noticing Kadence becoming, well, excited!
"Harry!" she exclaimed gleefully, jumping up from her seat. She rushed towards him. "This is just what I was waiting for!" And to Harrys' amazement Kadence placed her finger tips on Harrys' forehead. She slowly traced his scar about five times, driving Harry up the wall. Her touch did something to him, though he didn't know what. She subsequently placed her fingers on the scar, pressing faintly against his forehead. When the burning abated she stepped back from him, smiling gaily. She gracefully pulled out her wand. Almost silently she whispered something, and two books surfaced on the table. Kadence sat down and instantaneously started flipping through the books.
Harry stared at her, "What are you doing?"
Kadence smiled once more, though not looking up from either book. "Remember how we studies specific field? Well I study Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, and Curses. For the last year or so, I've been studying you, and have been workin' on what your scar could mean. I found that it could be a source of communication, and I've learnt how to read them . . . well most of the time. This one came real clear, so I shouldn't have a problem figuring it out."
Harry sat there completely puzzled. She was reading about him, about his scar. "What are those books?" he queried, she still hadn't looked up at all.
"Huh? Oh, this is a report 'bout what I presume the message is," she pointed to the smaller 'book.' "And this book is just telling me what it means, how close I was to the correct message. And of course I missed some words, key ones it seems. It's a school book I brought along." Harry shrugged, it seemed that he had enough to try and understand he should just leave this one alone. He seemed to shrug many things off lately, easily putting them to the back of his mind. Kadence, however, seemed to have found what she was looking for, she muttered some foreign words. She pointed at the report, and carefully dragged it over the open pages in the book.
Both books then vanished, and a paper appeared in their place. 'I should learn this magic,' Harry thought to himself. Kadence picked up the paper and read it carefully.
She re-read it once or twice, and then looked up at Harry, "It was a warning, but I only caught the end of it." She looked down and read off the paper, "'ollow is safe, where demiguise are danger approaches. Invisibility only will you now.' Of course I missed some words." She looked up at Harry. "You own an invisibility cloak, and if you wear it, a forgotten magic will occur Harry! This is wonderful, you've saved us all!"
Harry didn't bother trying to figure out the 'forgotten magic,' but instead wondered about the demiguise. "So when it says it's invisible, it means the cloaks spun from demiguise hair. But invisibility cloaks are rare, what about those who don't own one?" Harry hated to think what might happen if many people started to die, when he wouldn't because of an invisibility cloak.
"Don't worry Harry. Demiguise are found in the Far East, and people there all have the cloaks. And don't forget, one cloak covers many," comforted Kadence. She had a way of making him feel better, that everything will be all right.
"Your school gives a very different kind of education. What do the others study?" Harry asked curiously. This other school, it was a complete secret, and Harry wanted to know as much as possible about it.
"Oh, well Kale experiments with new repelling charms, spells, and potions. She works mostly with charms, which is her specialty. Cameryn takes animagus, among others. She figured different animals are in each person, so she can turn into five different animals at will. She's been working on it for a while now. Marphie can tame most Magical creatures, and knows all about them. That's why I know about some of them, he talks about them constantly. And Ryal studies potions and herbology. That guy could tell the difference in two potions if the only difference was a drop of dragon's blood. It's really helpful that we have our working experience covered for graduation."
Once again Harry was confused. He opened his mouth to ask another question, when Kadence continued, "For a student to graduate in our school you must have at least three months of active work outside school, but during the coarse time. So, being here is our school work," she laughed. 'Harry was curious, liked to be informed. Which is a great quality in a wizard,' Kadence thought dreamily.
*~*~* 5 am
Harry took the paper from Kadence and went upstairs. He had learned so much, yet had more questions. The rumors in the magazine were, according to Harry at this point, just rumors. He decided to think like this so he could keep his full attention on the present and future. The past was way to confusing and full of mystery to go back at the moment. The present was the warning; he had to figure out a course of action. He arrived in Rons' room and sat on his bed and read the message for himself. 'ollow is safe,' caught his attention right away.
He sat there, trying to figure out where was 'ollow.' It must contain many wizarding aspects, since Voldemort hadn't been near them at all. Which brought to a second thought, if Voldemort was there, it must be important. Harry looked at his reflection in the window, noticing as always his great resemblance to his father. Then it all pieced together. A wizarding city . . . Voldemort . . . his parents . . .
Godric's Hollow!
Harry ran down the stairs, as silently as possible. When he reached the kitchen he found that Mr and Mrs Weasley, and Ryal had joined Kadence. Worry was in some of their eyes when they met his. He ignored it, this was more important. "Godric's Hollow," Harry announced breathless. He could now see both worry and confusion in their eyes. He continued, "The warning! Godric's Hollow!" exclaimed Harry, trying to make them understand. He noticed Kadences' eyes glow with excitement, but she stayed silent, allowing Harry explain. "It's safe from Voldemort. He left, so maybe there might be something there that could help us, anything at all!"
"He's right," Ryal commented straight away. "We should go, see what we can find. What they might possess, herbs and potions." Harry realized that Ryal instantly wanted to find what power Voldemort and his supporters may have.
"Well, who are all going to go? I mean there are seventeen of us, not mentioning that Dumbledore and others will want to be there," Mrs Weasley directed.
Mr Weasley answered calmly, "Everyone should. We can say that we're on vacation that way. Also, the more people we have, the more ground we'll cover. We leave in an hour, staying for a couple days. Wake everyone Ryal, Kadence, and start packing immediately. Harry, you go write to Dumbledore. Tell him we're going to Godric's Hollow, and to meet us there. Use Hedwig, she'll deliver the mail the fastest."