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-Chapter Two-
Harry yawned. He really hated not having anything to do, and what was bothering him even more was the fact that the voice hadn't appeared once since he was captured. The blasted thing usually annoyed him to death when he didn't need it; but when he did, it was gone into thin air. Typically his luck.
Suddenly he heard shuffling of feet in the direction of the door to the room, then there came the sound of something being pushed and at last the door opened. In stepped the girl he had cast the goblin-spell on. She closed the door after herself and looked at him awaiting further orders.
Harry got up and changed the pyjama into his old clothes. The only reason he hadn't dressed in some of the clothes in the closet, was that they were all hexed with charms and spells that he didn't have time to figure out and weave out of the fabric. He put the black sunglasses on then turned to the girl that was waiting like a zombie by the door.
//Show me the way out of this place. Quietly.// He said telepathically to her and she nodded obediently.
The girl nodded and walked out the door, then waited for him. Harry didn't take long to exit his little cell, and followed her down corridors upon corridors. The young girl was babbling on and on about every single thing they passed, but Harry wasn't paying attention to her; he was paying attention to the way they were walking. It could come in handy later.
"And here's the study," the girl said as she led him into a huge room. Shelves were lining the walls all the way up to the roof, and those shelves were filled with millions of books. All around on the floor stood desks upon desks with parchments and books on them or scattered on the floor around them. Harry perked up immediately. "Some of these books not even the 10 000 year old Slayer Organisation doesn't have; not even the 10 000 year old vampires have them, if there still exists vampires that old."
//Tell me more. What kind of books are there, where are they, where did the Order get them?// Harry asked quickly.
"Of course," the girl replied. "We have books about Elves, dwarves, vampires, leyries, wayries, and about any other kind type of books. Some say that a couple of the books came from the lost empire Atlantis. Most of the books the Order of the Phoenix found in the attics of old Muggle houses, or some of the oldest pureblood families. Others they found with the other treasures they find all over the world. Most of the gold, silver and other things like that they sell to Muggle museums. Where else do you think the Order gets all the money it needs? The books are this way."
//Do you have books about secret or sacred places?// he didn't, and wouldn't, take the chance to speak out loud. Just to be sure.
"Sure we have. Anyways, there's this thing that the Order got hold of last two years ago. You've probably heard about the TriWizard Tournament that was held at Hogwarts, right? Well, anyways," she continued before he could answer. "We went through the office of the Death Eater that played Mad-Eye Moody, and found this weird parchment. The Death Eater seemed to be extremely interested in it, though I have no idea why. He wrote down lots of weird things on a parchment we found nearby. Said something about 'map of Hogwarts' and 'still need the password' and-"
Harry cut her off. He had suspected it the first time she had began talking about it, and now he was sure. Someone up in heaven loved him!
//Where is it?//
The girl looked a bit surprised at his harsh, commanding tone, but obeyed and led him to a table in the back. Harry quickly went over the parchments on the table and found what he was looking for. What he had been missing for two years. A family heirloom if you want. The Marauders Map was back in the right hands again. His.
//The books girl,// he said, not even turning to her. //And when everything is said and done, you won't remember me taking the Map. Nor will you remember letting me out, or leading me out of this place.//
She just nodded.
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'The Legend of Atlantis', 'Legends and Myths', 'Ever wonder?', 'Excalibur', 'The Light' and hundreds of other books like that lined the shelves. Harry had to keep his mouth from dropping open. Even if he wasn't a bookworm as big as Hermione, he knew that this was once in a lifetime opportunity.
'Holy Honeycake,' he thought as he read over the titles. 'Not even the apocalypse could've gotten Herm out of this place. And what's weird is that I agree with her.'
Title after title, book after book. How he wished that he could take them all with him.
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'Stupid! I hate that man! How could he not be a Dark Lord when he saved a Death Eater? Really! We have to capture him, he says. Get him to talk to us and use his powers for our cause, he says. Bah! All we ended up with was another problem at our hands that's as silent as the grave! I'll get him to talk even if it is the last thing I do!'
Richard Hawkins hurried to the most heavily guarded quarters in the whole Headquarter. The quarters where Rex Chase was currently staying at. That blasted Commander Tim Thompson really was going to be the end of the Order of the Phoenix one of these days. Letting a powerful Dark Lord have a complete room in the Greek Headquarters. Why didn't they just hand the world to the man on a silver platter!
He barely noted that there were no guards outside the door to the little room Chase had gotten, but dismissed it as one of Thompson's stupid ideas. That man had spent far too much time with the doddering old fool Dumbledore.
Richard put his hand on the ID-rock outside the door to Chase's cell. The rock quickly ran through the files of all the members, found his Magical Signature, beeped and the door to the rooms opened. Richard quickly drew his hand to himself glaring at the thing. It was a rock for heavens sake! It was not supposed to beep like a common Muggle machine! But did anyone listen to him? No. Nicht. Zip. Zero! Some even thought it funny! Can you believe that?
He entered the rooms and walked over to the bed. God how he hated the blue and gold all over the place. Even the bloody walls were blue with stupid, overgrown canaries flying around like headless chickens!
The man pulled the covers back and was face to face with a sleeping Chase.
'Look at him,' he through in disgust. 'Doesn't even know when he's in danger.' He reached over to the sleeping form and give it a hard push. Nothing happened. Again he pushed the other man, but this time much harder. Chase fell on the floor with a thump, but didn't show signs of waking up. 'I am surrounded by imbeciles.'
He growled and walked to the other side and stopped dead in his tracks. There was no Rex Chase on the floor, just a couple of pillows stuffed in robes! A note was stuck to the pillow that had been the head. Richard decided to read it before he exploded and took it up.
'I win the bet. You owe me.
R. C.'
Ok, now he could explode.
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Harry's head whipped around at the horrible siren. It sounded like something from World War 2, going on and on and on. The girl went stiff, looking torn between going to help her fellow Agents and listening to his orders. Harry sighed. He hated doing this, he really did. As the girl turned away he Stunned her and wiped her memory, then he turned back to the books on the shelf. He grabbed 'Legends and Myths' and 'The Light', shrunk them and put them in his pocket then he ran to the nearest exit.
Out in the corridors Agents were running to and fro, yelling orders to each other and creating chaos. Harry just stood in the shadows for a while, amusing himself watching the disorder. Then suddenly all of the Agents stopped up, blinked a few times and began a more organised search.
'So those Phoenix Marks can be used for more than just marking Order property,' Harry thought as he sneaked out of the shadows and looked around the empty corridor. 'Commander Thompson can give his Agents orders as well through them. Got to hand it to them; it's a useful trick.'
"Hey you!" Harry looked up the corridor and saw an Agent heading his way. The man's companion yelled for backup. "Stop in the name of the Phoenix!"
'Can you get more cliché?' he asked himself as he set off down the corridor. The worst thing was that he couldn't use all of his unnatural speed. That'd only make the Order think that he was a vampire and hunt him even more, and he didn't need that on top of everything.
Harry hurried down the corridor using his ability to sense magic to choose what way he was going to take. The less magic he sensed, the closer to the exit he was. He rounded a corner and stopped dead in his tracks. Up ahead guarding the door, stood Hawkins and at least twenty Phoenix Agents.
'Oh shit.' Was the only through that ran through his head as Hawkins grinned triumphantly. 'I am in soooooo much trouble.' Behind him the two Agents that had been chasing him rounded the corner, followed by at least a dozen other Agents, and stopped. All of them grinned. 'I wonder if anyone will notice if I blow this place apart?' Harry asked himself. 'No, out of the question. That'd just prove to them that I was a Dark Lord.'
Hawkins and his group and the Agents behind him began to close in on him, all the time grinning triumphantly. He really hated that expression when it wasn't on his own face; he really did. Suddenly an idea popped into his head, and Harry grinned evilly. The Agents stopped when they saw the deviously evil grin and looked uncertainly at each other.
"What are you waiting for morons?!" Hawkins yelled. "Get him!"
The Agents looked at each other again, wondering what to do. On one hand they had to obey their superior, but on the other hand they had a powerful supposed Dark Lord to fight. In the end they decided to go with Hawkins orders. At least they would be remembered that way for dying in battle to defend the world. It was better than nothing. They took one step forward then stopped and gaped.
There weren't one Rex Chase in front of them, there were dozens! Each and every one of them glared either at Hawkins and his group or the other group that had chased Harry. There was no way of knowing exactly who was the real Rex Chase; and to make things worse, each of them were walking around and didn't stay still in one place more than a few seconds!
Harry grinned from the shadows. How he wished he could stay here and watch how the Order of the Phoenix discovered that each and every Rex Chase in the room was an illusion, but he had to go. It was time to get out of this place for good.
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'Now that's what I call a close call!' Harry thought as he leaned against the wall. He was in what seemed an old deserted corridor behind a tapestry. He had leaned on the thing trying to catch his breath and had ended up in here. A few corridors after he had left Hawkins he had come face to face with two other Agents, and since he didn't feel in the mood to blow them out of the way he had fled. He looked out through the tapestry again and saw the two Agents run past him. 'Thank heavens I'm one of those lucky people.'
Harry allowed himself to relax slightly. He could run for hours at end, but even he needed to rest at times. He rubbed his hand over his eyes. A major headache was on its way, and he was powerless against it. It was a weird thing that he was the most powerful wizard in centuries, and he couldn't even get rid of a common headache.
Harry opened his eyes and stared at the thick layer of dust on the floor; something was wrong. He could feel it. Suddenly the dust by his feet was gently and almost unnoticeably blown away as someone came closer. Before the person could blink Harry attacked. He grabbed the persons arm and had him or her pinned to the wall with a dwarf-spell within seconds. He used his Elemental powers and a fire appeared in his hand.
Harry stood face to face with woman of quite average height. She had curly, black hair that reached her shoulders and brown eyes. She couldn't be more than twenty-three or twenty-four years old. The woman glared at him; in the firelight her pale skin seemed to almost glow. She seemed to want to say something so Harry quickly released her mouth.
"Bloody hell, was that necessary?!" she asked. "I was about to lead you out of this place, and you attack me! For heavens sake-" Harry shut her up with the dwarf-spell.
"Lets take this one thing at the time," he said and she nodded. "First, what's your name? I don't trust someone whose name I don't know." He released her mouth again.
"Gemmy Kanchigai." She replied.
"Alright, we've gotten that far. Now, what did you say about helping me out of this damned place? What do you want in return?" Harry asked quietly.
"I want you to get this Mark off me, and to let me help you fight the Dark Lord." Harry raised a sarcastic eyebrow at that. "I am not crazy so wipe that look off your face. The whole Headquarter knows that your Phoenix Mark disappeared. And wouldn't be useful to have a spy among the largest organisation that works against the Dark Lord? After all two pairs of eyes are better than ten birds on the roof." Harry blinked; probably a slip of tongue.
He hated to admit it, but the girl had a point. He didn't have any spies inside the Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore's group RAV or the Ministry of Magic. He paced up and down the corridor thinking it over, knowing that Gemmy Kanchigai wasn't letting him out of her sight. He hated deciding whether or not to trust someone with a minutes notice. That could turn out to be fatal.
"Alright." He said after a while and Gemmy's face lit up. "You're in, but one word about this to the wrong people and you won't have to worry about your Commander finding out about this. I'll kill you myself."
"You've got yourself a deal mate!" Gemmy jumped up the second he released her and started dragging him down the corridor, asking questions all the time. "What were you doing in that known Death Eater pub? Do you work for anyone? How am I supposed to contact you when I need to? How old are you? Ever been sailing? Well, now you're going to get the chance! Anyways, I heard that you aren't fully human. Is that true? If it is, what other speci- "
"What's this? Twenty questions?" Harry cut her off. "You Phoenix Agents talk too much. One thing at the time, you'll find that that's easier to handle. I was at the Death Eater pub trying to get information about Voldemort. No, I don't work for anyone," at that he was filled with a sense of wrongness. "Correction. I work for someone, but I ain't telling. I'll contact you, at least until we can put up some other system. I'm twenty- eight. You might say that I am not completely human, and I'm not telling you anything else." He pulled his arm to himself. The girl had nearly tugged it out of its socket. "Where are we going?"
"To the Phoenix Quay so we can send you home." Gemmy replied. "Alright, you were searching for information in that pub. I can accept that. So, what do you want me doing except keeping my ears and eyes open?"
Harry debated with himself if he should tell her about the Royal Eagle. She could help him greatly, having access to more information than him, but she could also tell others about it. He really hated choices.
"Do you know anything about the Royal Eagle?"
"ROYAL E-" Gemmy started, but Harry quickly covered her mouth.
"Keep it down woman!" he hissed. "You want the whole world to find out?" she shook her head. "Good." He released her.
"You've got to be kidding me right? The Royal Eagles are extinct!"
"Yeah, I thought so too until a month ago. So, do you know anything about them?"
"Only the usual legends about if you find the Royal Eagles you'll find Excalibur. Why?"
"I want you to do as much research as possible on the subject. What's your function in the Order of the Phoenix anyway?"
"I'm training to be a true Seer." Harry had to resist temptation to bang his head on the wall. He escapes one Seer and ends up with another. He was cursed! "I've still got a long way to go, but I can do small predictions a few minutes into the future." Gemmy carried on. "That's how I knew where you were. And here we are! Welcome to the Phoenix Quay."
They seemed to be in a huge cave. There were rows upon rows with ships. Smaller boats and bigger boats. Everything was surprisingly clean. Some boats were loading, others unloading; and all over the place there was something going on, and every boat belonged in the 16th or 17th century. One boat in particular caught Harry's interest. Even from where he was standing he could see that the ship was built for speed and that it was easily manoeuvrable. The ship had white sails with a proud, majestic eagle soaring high over a forest. The figure head at the front of the ship was an attacking gilded griffin.
Gemmy looked around and grabbed something, then threw it over his head.
"What the hell?"
"It's disguise. You don't want to get caught this close to freedom? Follow me, and if anyone asks, let me do the talking." Harry glared but nodded and pulled the hood of the blue robe over his head.
"What ship?" he asked.
"Why do you ask?"
"Just in case we're discovered then I know where to run."
"Why do you think I had this planned?" Gemmy asked but continued walking.
"You aren't hesitating, and you had hid the cloak ready for use."
"Oh, well, you're right. We're going to the ship with the griffin figure head; the 'Avenger'."
"Friends of yours?"
"Yep. Now be quiet."
The walk to the 'Avenger' wasn't long, but there were lots of sailors walking around bumping into them and pushing them out of the way. As they reached the ship a man who had to be the Captain walked up to them.
The man was in his late forties with a little grey marring his hair and beard. His stormy grey eyes twinkled merrily as he saw Gemmy, but curiously when they looked Harry up and down. His clothes were long, loose black pants and a white shirt with big sleeves. The man even had a golden ear ring.
"Rex," Gemmy's voice brought him back into reality. "This is Bryant Calhoun, Captain at the 'Avenger'. He and his crew are going to take you back to England."
"Wait a minute," Harry said turning to her. "We aren't in England?"
"No, we're in Greece." She replied.
"I hope ye learn fast sonny." Bryant Calhoun said. "We ain't takin' on som'one who can't defend themselves or ear their stay."
"I'll do my best Captain." Harry replied.
"I'm sure ye will sonny. Now come on, get on board."
"Yes sir." He started walking up the plank.
"And sonny," Harry turned back to the man. "It's 'aye, aye Capt'n' at sea." Harry nodded and jumped onto the deck, quickly followed by Calhoun. "Raise the anchor! Oars out! Lets set sail!" every order was quickly and precisely carried out.
Harry looked back to the quay and saw Gemmy standing there. She raised her hand and waived to them. Several of the crew replied, and in the end so did Harry.
They rowed towards the wall opposite the quay, and just as Harry thought that they were going to hit it, the wall shimmered for a minute and they passed straight through. Once outside the wind quickly took hold of the sails and the ship shot forward.
'Home sweet home, here I come.' Harry thought as a smile spread over his face.
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-Chapter Two-
Harry yawned. He really hated not having anything to do, and what was bothering him even more was the fact that the voice hadn't appeared once since he was captured. The blasted thing usually annoyed him to death when he didn't need it; but when he did, it was gone into thin air. Typically his luck.
Suddenly he heard shuffling of feet in the direction of the door to the room, then there came the sound of something being pushed and at last the door opened. In stepped the girl he had cast the goblin-spell on. She closed the door after herself and looked at him awaiting further orders.
Harry got up and changed the pyjama into his old clothes. The only reason he hadn't dressed in some of the clothes in the closet, was that they were all hexed with charms and spells that he didn't have time to figure out and weave out of the fabric. He put the black sunglasses on then turned to the girl that was waiting like a zombie by the door.
//Show me the way out of this place. Quietly.// He said telepathically to her and she nodded obediently.
The girl nodded and walked out the door, then waited for him. Harry didn't take long to exit his little cell, and followed her down corridors upon corridors. The young girl was babbling on and on about every single thing they passed, but Harry wasn't paying attention to her; he was paying attention to the way they were walking. It could come in handy later.
"And here's the study," the girl said as she led him into a huge room. Shelves were lining the walls all the way up to the roof, and those shelves were filled with millions of books. All around on the floor stood desks upon desks with parchments and books on them or scattered on the floor around them. Harry perked up immediately. "Some of these books not even the 10 000 year old Slayer Organisation doesn't have; not even the 10 000 year old vampires have them, if there still exists vampires that old."
//Tell me more. What kind of books are there, where are they, where did the Order get them?// Harry asked quickly.
"Of course," the girl replied. "We have books about Elves, dwarves, vampires, leyries, wayries, and about any other kind type of books. Some say that a couple of the books came from the lost empire Atlantis. Most of the books the Order of the Phoenix found in the attics of old Muggle houses, or some of the oldest pureblood families. Others they found with the other treasures they find all over the world. Most of the gold, silver and other things like that they sell to Muggle museums. Where else do you think the Order gets all the money it needs? The books are this way."
//Do you have books about secret or sacred places?// he didn't, and wouldn't, take the chance to speak out loud. Just to be sure.
"Sure we have. Anyways, there's this thing that the Order got hold of last two years ago. You've probably heard about the TriWizard Tournament that was held at Hogwarts, right? Well, anyways," she continued before he could answer. "We went through the office of the Death Eater that played Mad-Eye Moody, and found this weird parchment. The Death Eater seemed to be extremely interested in it, though I have no idea why. He wrote down lots of weird things on a parchment we found nearby. Said something about 'map of Hogwarts' and 'still need the password' and-"
Harry cut her off. He had suspected it the first time she had began talking about it, and now he was sure. Someone up in heaven loved him!
//Where is it?//
The girl looked a bit surprised at his harsh, commanding tone, but obeyed and led him to a table in the back. Harry quickly went over the parchments on the table and found what he was looking for. What he had been missing for two years. A family heirloom if you want. The Marauders Map was back in the right hands again. His.
//The books girl,// he said, not even turning to her. //And when everything is said and done, you won't remember me taking the Map. Nor will you remember letting me out, or leading me out of this place.//
She just nodded.
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'The Legend of Atlantis', 'Legends and Myths', 'Ever wonder?', 'Excalibur', 'The Light' and hundreds of other books like that lined the shelves. Harry had to keep his mouth from dropping open. Even if he wasn't a bookworm as big as Hermione, he knew that this was once in a lifetime opportunity.
'Holy Honeycake,' he thought as he read over the titles. 'Not even the apocalypse could've gotten Herm out of this place. And what's weird is that I agree with her.'
Title after title, book after book. How he wished that he could take them all with him.
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'Stupid! I hate that man! How could he not be a Dark Lord when he saved a Death Eater? Really! We have to capture him, he says. Get him to talk to us and use his powers for our cause, he says. Bah! All we ended up with was another problem at our hands that's as silent as the grave! I'll get him to talk even if it is the last thing I do!'
Richard Hawkins hurried to the most heavily guarded quarters in the whole Headquarter. The quarters where Rex Chase was currently staying at. That blasted Commander Tim Thompson really was going to be the end of the Order of the Phoenix one of these days. Letting a powerful Dark Lord have a complete room in the Greek Headquarters. Why didn't they just hand the world to the man on a silver platter!
He barely noted that there were no guards outside the door to the little room Chase had gotten, but dismissed it as one of Thompson's stupid ideas. That man had spent far too much time with the doddering old fool Dumbledore.
Richard put his hand on the ID-rock outside the door to Chase's cell. The rock quickly ran through the files of all the members, found his Magical Signature, beeped and the door to the rooms opened. Richard quickly drew his hand to himself glaring at the thing. It was a rock for heavens sake! It was not supposed to beep like a common Muggle machine! But did anyone listen to him? No. Nicht. Zip. Zero! Some even thought it funny! Can you believe that?
He entered the rooms and walked over to the bed. God how he hated the blue and gold all over the place. Even the bloody walls were blue with stupid, overgrown canaries flying around like headless chickens!
The man pulled the covers back and was face to face with a sleeping Chase.
'Look at him,' he through in disgust. 'Doesn't even know when he's in danger.' He reached over to the sleeping form and give it a hard push. Nothing happened. Again he pushed the other man, but this time much harder. Chase fell on the floor with a thump, but didn't show signs of waking up. 'I am surrounded by imbeciles.'
He growled and walked to the other side and stopped dead in his tracks. There was no Rex Chase on the floor, just a couple of pillows stuffed in robes! A note was stuck to the pillow that had been the head. Richard decided to read it before he exploded and took it up.
'I win the bet. You owe me.
R. C.'
Ok, now he could explode.
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Harry's head whipped around at the horrible siren. It sounded like something from World War 2, going on and on and on. The girl went stiff, looking torn between going to help her fellow Agents and listening to his orders. Harry sighed. He hated doing this, he really did. As the girl turned away he Stunned her and wiped her memory, then he turned back to the books on the shelf. He grabbed 'Legends and Myths' and 'The Light', shrunk them and put them in his pocket then he ran to the nearest exit.
Out in the corridors Agents were running to and fro, yelling orders to each other and creating chaos. Harry just stood in the shadows for a while, amusing himself watching the disorder. Then suddenly all of the Agents stopped up, blinked a few times and began a more organised search.
'So those Phoenix Marks can be used for more than just marking Order property,' Harry thought as he sneaked out of the shadows and looked around the empty corridor. 'Commander Thompson can give his Agents orders as well through them. Got to hand it to them; it's a useful trick.'
"Hey you!" Harry looked up the corridor and saw an Agent heading his way. The man's companion yelled for backup. "Stop in the name of the Phoenix!"
'Can you get more cliché?' he asked himself as he set off down the corridor. The worst thing was that he couldn't use all of his unnatural speed. That'd only make the Order think that he was a vampire and hunt him even more, and he didn't need that on top of everything.
Harry hurried down the corridor using his ability to sense magic to choose what way he was going to take. The less magic he sensed, the closer to the exit he was. He rounded a corner and stopped dead in his tracks. Up ahead guarding the door, stood Hawkins and at least twenty Phoenix Agents.
'Oh shit.' Was the only through that ran through his head as Hawkins grinned triumphantly. 'I am in soooooo much trouble.' Behind him the two Agents that had been chasing him rounded the corner, followed by at least a dozen other Agents, and stopped. All of them grinned. 'I wonder if anyone will notice if I blow this place apart?' Harry asked himself. 'No, out of the question. That'd just prove to them that I was a Dark Lord.'
Hawkins and his group and the Agents behind him began to close in on him, all the time grinning triumphantly. He really hated that expression when it wasn't on his own face; he really did. Suddenly an idea popped into his head, and Harry grinned evilly. The Agents stopped when they saw the deviously evil grin and looked uncertainly at each other.
"What are you waiting for morons?!" Hawkins yelled. "Get him!"
The Agents looked at each other again, wondering what to do. On one hand they had to obey their superior, but on the other hand they had a powerful supposed Dark Lord to fight. In the end they decided to go with Hawkins orders. At least they would be remembered that way for dying in battle to defend the world. It was better than nothing. They took one step forward then stopped and gaped.
There weren't one Rex Chase in front of them, there were dozens! Each and every one of them glared either at Hawkins and his group or the other group that had chased Harry. There was no way of knowing exactly who was the real Rex Chase; and to make things worse, each of them were walking around and didn't stay still in one place more than a few seconds!
Harry grinned from the shadows. How he wished he could stay here and watch how the Order of the Phoenix discovered that each and every Rex Chase in the room was an illusion, but he had to go. It was time to get out of this place for good.
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'Now that's what I call a close call!' Harry thought as he leaned against the wall. He was in what seemed an old deserted corridor behind a tapestry. He had leaned on the thing trying to catch his breath and had ended up in here. A few corridors after he had left Hawkins he had come face to face with two other Agents, and since he didn't feel in the mood to blow them out of the way he had fled. He looked out through the tapestry again and saw the two Agents run past him. 'Thank heavens I'm one of those lucky people.'
Harry allowed himself to relax slightly. He could run for hours at end, but even he needed to rest at times. He rubbed his hand over his eyes. A major headache was on its way, and he was powerless against it. It was a weird thing that he was the most powerful wizard in centuries, and he couldn't even get rid of a common headache.
Harry opened his eyes and stared at the thick layer of dust on the floor; something was wrong. He could feel it. Suddenly the dust by his feet was gently and almost unnoticeably blown away as someone came closer. Before the person could blink Harry attacked. He grabbed the persons arm and had him or her pinned to the wall with a dwarf-spell within seconds. He used his Elemental powers and a fire appeared in his hand.
Harry stood face to face with woman of quite average height. She had curly, black hair that reached her shoulders and brown eyes. She couldn't be more than twenty-three or twenty-four years old. The woman glared at him; in the firelight her pale skin seemed to almost glow. She seemed to want to say something so Harry quickly released her mouth.
"Bloody hell, was that necessary?!" she asked. "I was about to lead you out of this place, and you attack me! For heavens sake-" Harry shut her up with the dwarf-spell.
"Lets take this one thing at the time," he said and she nodded. "First, what's your name? I don't trust someone whose name I don't know." He released her mouth again.
"Gemmy Kanchigai." She replied.
"Alright, we've gotten that far. Now, what did you say about helping me out of this damned place? What do you want in return?" Harry asked quietly.
"I want you to get this Mark off me, and to let me help you fight the Dark Lord." Harry raised a sarcastic eyebrow at that. "I am not crazy so wipe that look off your face. The whole Headquarter knows that your Phoenix Mark disappeared. And wouldn't be useful to have a spy among the largest organisation that works against the Dark Lord? After all two pairs of eyes are better than ten birds on the roof." Harry blinked; probably a slip of tongue.
He hated to admit it, but the girl had a point. He didn't have any spies inside the Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore's group RAV or the Ministry of Magic. He paced up and down the corridor thinking it over, knowing that Gemmy Kanchigai wasn't letting him out of her sight. He hated deciding whether or not to trust someone with a minutes notice. That could turn out to be fatal.
"Alright." He said after a while and Gemmy's face lit up. "You're in, but one word about this to the wrong people and you won't have to worry about your Commander finding out about this. I'll kill you myself."
"You've got yourself a deal mate!" Gemmy jumped up the second he released her and started dragging him down the corridor, asking questions all the time. "What were you doing in that known Death Eater pub? Do you work for anyone? How am I supposed to contact you when I need to? How old are you? Ever been sailing? Well, now you're going to get the chance! Anyways, I heard that you aren't fully human. Is that true? If it is, what other speci- "
"What's this? Twenty questions?" Harry cut her off. "You Phoenix Agents talk too much. One thing at the time, you'll find that that's easier to handle. I was at the Death Eater pub trying to get information about Voldemort. No, I don't work for anyone," at that he was filled with a sense of wrongness. "Correction. I work for someone, but I ain't telling. I'll contact you, at least until we can put up some other system. I'm twenty- eight. You might say that I am not completely human, and I'm not telling you anything else." He pulled his arm to himself. The girl had nearly tugged it out of its socket. "Where are we going?"
"To the Phoenix Quay so we can send you home." Gemmy replied. "Alright, you were searching for information in that pub. I can accept that. So, what do you want me doing except keeping my ears and eyes open?"
Harry debated with himself if he should tell her about the Royal Eagle. She could help him greatly, having access to more information than him, but she could also tell others about it. He really hated choices.
"Do you know anything about the Royal Eagle?"
"ROYAL E-" Gemmy started, but Harry quickly covered her mouth.
"Keep it down woman!" he hissed. "You want the whole world to find out?" she shook her head. "Good." He released her.
"You've got to be kidding me right? The Royal Eagles are extinct!"
"Yeah, I thought so too until a month ago. So, do you know anything about them?"
"Only the usual legends about if you find the Royal Eagles you'll find Excalibur. Why?"
"I want you to do as much research as possible on the subject. What's your function in the Order of the Phoenix anyway?"
"I'm training to be a true Seer." Harry had to resist temptation to bang his head on the wall. He escapes one Seer and ends up with another. He was cursed! "I've still got a long way to go, but I can do small predictions a few minutes into the future." Gemmy carried on. "That's how I knew where you were. And here we are! Welcome to the Phoenix Quay."
They seemed to be in a huge cave. There were rows upon rows with ships. Smaller boats and bigger boats. Everything was surprisingly clean. Some boats were loading, others unloading; and all over the place there was something going on, and every boat belonged in the 16th or 17th century. One boat in particular caught Harry's interest. Even from where he was standing he could see that the ship was built for speed and that it was easily manoeuvrable. The ship had white sails with a proud, majestic eagle soaring high over a forest. The figure head at the front of the ship was an attacking gilded griffin.
Gemmy looked around and grabbed something, then threw it over his head.
"What the hell?"
"It's disguise. You don't want to get caught this close to freedom? Follow me, and if anyone asks, let me do the talking." Harry glared but nodded and pulled the hood of the blue robe over his head.
"What ship?" he asked.
"Why do you ask?"
"Just in case we're discovered then I know where to run."
"Why do you think I had this planned?" Gemmy asked but continued walking.
"You aren't hesitating, and you had hid the cloak ready for use."
"Oh, well, you're right. We're going to the ship with the griffin figure head; the 'Avenger'."
"Friends of yours?"
"Yep. Now be quiet."
The walk to the 'Avenger' wasn't long, but there were lots of sailors walking around bumping into them and pushing them out of the way. As they reached the ship a man who had to be the Captain walked up to them.
The man was in his late forties with a little grey marring his hair and beard. His stormy grey eyes twinkled merrily as he saw Gemmy, but curiously when they looked Harry up and down. His clothes were long, loose black pants and a white shirt with big sleeves. The man even had a golden ear ring.
"Rex," Gemmy's voice brought him back into reality. "This is Bryant Calhoun, Captain at the 'Avenger'. He and his crew are going to take you back to England."
"Wait a minute," Harry said turning to her. "We aren't in England?"
"No, we're in Greece." She replied.
"I hope ye learn fast sonny." Bryant Calhoun said. "We ain't takin' on som'one who can't defend themselves or ear their stay."
"I'll do my best Captain." Harry replied.
"I'm sure ye will sonny. Now come on, get on board."
"Yes sir." He started walking up the plank.
"And sonny," Harry turned back to the man. "It's 'aye, aye Capt'n' at sea." Harry nodded and jumped onto the deck, quickly followed by Calhoun. "Raise the anchor! Oars out! Lets set sail!" every order was quickly and precisely carried out.
Harry looked back to the quay and saw Gemmy standing there. She raised her hand and waived to them. Several of the crew replied, and in the end so did Harry.
They rowed towards the wall opposite the quay, and just as Harry thought that they were going to hit it, the wall shimmered for a minute and they passed straight through. Once outside the wind quickly took hold of the sails and the ship shot forward.
'Home sweet home, here I come.' Harry thought as a smile spread over his face.
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