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Part III
"Twootwoo." Albus turned to take the letter from the most recent owl. Lupin was silent as the Headmaster scanned hurriedly. Sirius, now in human form, gazed in amazement at the pile of letters nearly hiding Dumbledore's desk. Flourish & Blotts must be experiencing a parchment deficit, the former Marauder thought tiredly. Albus finally set it down with a sigh of disbelief and wonderment.
"What...happened?" Lupin finally dared to ask. "It was another attack, wasn't it?"
"Yes, in Diagon Alley. This is actually good news, I think. There were no casualties."
"What?! But the Ministry is so incompetent; there is no way they could manage that," Lupin blustered.
"They didn't."
"Then how...?"
"Someone froze the killing curse."
"WWHHAATT??!!!" This drew a thousand questions and exclamations from the pair opposite him and McGonagal, who had just walked in.
"The Aurors tell us that a mysterious wizard appeared, and not only deflected Avada Kedavra, but used it to knock out all the Deatheaters in the vicinity! They are now in the custody of the Ministry. Fudge is quite ... reformed," Albus informed them with a chuckle. The others just gaped.
"But Albus...how?" Albus frowned thoughtfully at McGonagal's inquiry.
"I'm not sure, Minerva. I'm hoping..." he didn't finish his sentence. Was it possible, he wondered, that there is a countercurse to Avada Kedavra? "However, there is even more excellent news. It seems that Mr. Ron Weasley and Misses Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley were prime targets-"
"ARE YOU OFF YOUR ROCKER?!!" Sirius roared, leaping to his feet. "You call that good news?! Were they hurt or captured or-"
"Calm down, Sirius," Albus murmured. "I'm extremely satisfied to inform you that while they were shaken, none were harmed. The implications are the delightful part." He received blank stares.
"Ron and Hermione informed me that the first Deatheater that attempted to attack them demanded to know where Harry Potter was. May I point out that if Voldemorte" everyone else winced at the name "is looking for Harry, he probably had nothing to do with his disappearance."
Everyone was deafened by Sirius's whoop. No one moved to quiet him. Ever since Harry had disappeared Sirius had been very, very...disturbed. It had taken their combined efforts to keep him under control; for his own sake. He hadn't been the only one. In Snape's opinion he had gone rabid. Considering his Animagus form, this was as possible for him as it was for Lupin.
"Now, in a more business like note," began Dumbledore when he finished. "I have received quite.....a few, requests from parents and other schools to take in students during this crisis. The teachers and a couple parents will be coming as well, so there won't lack supervisors. I want to concentrate on DADA, apart from the normal schedule. I am asking a few friends to come in and teach the extra classes, as well as member5s from the Order of the Phoenix. Which is why I wanted to talk to the former Marauders." He laid the confiscated Marauder's Map on his cluttered desk. "Moony and "Padfoot" gulped. Albus's expression was severe.
"Could you possibly teach me to use this fascinating piece of mischief?" McGonagal could only laugh at their stunned expressions.
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"Come now, we must 'urry, ze carriage iz waiting," urged Madame Maxime. She glanced up at the empty sky nervously. Her students, silent in their fear hurried through the ground gardens. One of the exquisite dormitories was in smoldering ruins. Hagrid stood waiting patiently by the gigantic horses soothing the students and the restless steeds.
"Zank 'u so much 'agrid," she thanked fervently.
"Why, I' was no problem a' all, Olympe. But we best git going."
Several of the students cried the alarm over the English Channel that there were wizards trailing them. A soft warm white light twinkled on the horizon, impeding the flyers. When it faded, they were gone.
"Musta be some barrier spell Dumbledore set up," Hagrid murmured to Maxime. But he gazed back later, in puzzlement, and doubt.
Thanks to reviewers, :] I appreciate it, Lady Phoenix Gryffindor!!
Part III
"Twootwoo." Albus turned to take the letter from the most recent owl. Lupin was silent as the Headmaster scanned hurriedly. Sirius, now in human form, gazed in amazement at the pile of letters nearly hiding Dumbledore's desk. Flourish & Blotts must be experiencing a parchment deficit, the former Marauder thought tiredly. Albus finally set it down with a sigh of disbelief and wonderment.
"What...happened?" Lupin finally dared to ask. "It was another attack, wasn't it?"
"Yes, in Diagon Alley. This is actually good news, I think. There were no casualties."
"What?! But the Ministry is so incompetent; there is no way they could manage that," Lupin blustered.
"They didn't."
"Then how...?"
"Someone froze the killing curse."
"WWHHAATT??!!!" This drew a thousand questions and exclamations from the pair opposite him and McGonagal, who had just walked in.
"The Aurors tell us that a mysterious wizard appeared, and not only deflected Avada Kedavra, but used it to knock out all the Deatheaters in the vicinity! They are now in the custody of the Ministry. Fudge is quite ... reformed," Albus informed them with a chuckle. The others just gaped.
"But Albus...how?" Albus frowned thoughtfully at McGonagal's inquiry.
"I'm not sure, Minerva. I'm hoping..." he didn't finish his sentence. Was it possible, he wondered, that there is a countercurse to Avada Kedavra? "However, there is even more excellent news. It seems that Mr. Ron Weasley and Misses Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley were prime targets-"
"ARE YOU OFF YOUR ROCKER?!!" Sirius roared, leaping to his feet. "You call that good news?! Were they hurt or captured or-"
"Calm down, Sirius," Albus murmured. "I'm extremely satisfied to inform you that while they were shaken, none were harmed. The implications are the delightful part." He received blank stares.
"Ron and Hermione informed me that the first Deatheater that attempted to attack them demanded to know where Harry Potter was. May I point out that if Voldemorte" everyone else winced at the name "is looking for Harry, he probably had nothing to do with his disappearance."
Everyone was deafened by Sirius's whoop. No one moved to quiet him. Ever since Harry had disappeared Sirius had been very, very...disturbed. It had taken their combined efforts to keep him under control; for his own sake. He hadn't been the only one. In Snape's opinion he had gone rabid. Considering his Animagus form, this was as possible for him as it was for Lupin.
"Now, in a more business like note," began Dumbledore when he finished. "I have received quite.....a few, requests from parents and other schools to take in students during this crisis. The teachers and a couple parents will be coming as well, so there won't lack supervisors. I want to concentrate on DADA, apart from the normal schedule. I am asking a few friends to come in and teach the extra classes, as well as member5s from the Order of the Phoenix. Which is why I wanted to talk to the former Marauders." He laid the confiscated Marauder's Map on his cluttered desk. "Moony and "Padfoot" gulped. Albus's expression was severe.
"Could you possibly teach me to use this fascinating piece of mischief?" McGonagal could only laugh at their stunned expressions.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
"Come now, we must 'urry, ze carriage iz waiting," urged Madame Maxime. She glanced up at the empty sky nervously. Her students, silent in their fear hurried through the ground gardens. One of the exquisite dormitories was in smoldering ruins. Hagrid stood waiting patiently by the gigantic horses soothing the students and the restless steeds.
"Zank 'u so much 'agrid," she thanked fervently.
"Why, I' was no problem a' all, Olympe. But we best git going."
Several of the students cried the alarm over the English Channel that there were wizards trailing them. A soft warm white light twinkled on the horizon, impeding the flyers. When it faded, they were gone.
"Musta be some barrier spell Dumbledore set up," Hagrid murmured to Maxime. But he gazed back later, in puzzlement, and doubt.
