Chapter 6
'The Boy Who Lived'
"Where are we?" Mat asked
"Were some were that they'll never find us! Were in a broken down old shake. It's got a lot of magical protection on it, the reason for that is a mystery to me. But no one knows about it so I'm guessing because of its close proximity with Hogwarts that it has something to do with the school. We are safe here, for now and there is a Tunnel that leads right onto the grounds of the castle."
Mat looked from the boarded up windows to the cobwebs.
"It's a lot better than the conditions we had to live in at home" he said mater of factually
"Yeah well you will never have to return, in fact the probability is that you will never be able to. well boy let us have it then" the wizard looked hungrily at Mats robes.
"Ah yes of corse" Mat dug into his robes and pulled out the sack and handed it over.
The man carefully took it from him as if it were made of a very delicate glass.
His hand reached into the bag to touch it.
A deafening scream echoed through the cabin and Mat wondered if they could here it in the Order.
The wizards hood flew of and Mat looked upon his face for the first time. An old man with grey hair and a short bead.
Wrinkles cover the majority of his face, but his age did not seem to be a weakness more a thing that spoke of experience and there for knowledge, Mat couldn't work out if this equated to wisdom or not.
At this time how ever the man was screaming in agony a strange dark light had ran through his body the moment he had touched the box and he had withdrawn and dropped the very thing he had just held with such respect.
He was on the ground shaking in agony and Mat was lost with what he could possibly do.
Finally the man was silent and Mat saw that he was closing his eyes tightly squeezing a few tears from his eyes, his hands were clenched.
Finally he relaxed and after about five minutes he began to slowly pull him self-up.
He opened his sparkling blue eyes and looked at Mat
"I have felt many painful curses but nothing. nothing like that."
Mat stood their awkwardly for a moment.
The elder man then picked him self up from the ground using the wall for support.
"It seems that no one with magical ability can touch that either, I don't suppose Malfoy ever though a Muggle would open it let alone get past his dragon. I do believe that there were originally much more than a dragon there but no living thing is immortal. Mat you need to open the box"
And with that the man sat him self down in the near by bed he looked absolutely exhausted.
Mat stood their stunned for a moment.
He didn't want to touch that thing, but he had to.
He moved to were the sake lay on the ground and picked it up he then found a place on the ground and sat him self conformably down before looking at the man
"Well I did plan on seeing this in my life time if you don't mind Mat hero of both the muggle and magical worlds"
A small smile spread over the mans lips and his eyes twinkled.
Mat didn't answer him a hero.
He was just a muggle and here he was about to do something as simple as open a box to not just save the world but to re build it to its former glory.
He looked at the sake, when it really came down to it; it really didn't seem to be a good idea.
"Are you sure it's a good idea?" Mat asked suddenly
"Of corse it is, you've come this far don't let the box beat you now boy all you have to do is open it!" the man said
"Think about all the Muggles that have been murdered, you could stop all of that, you could free your people"
The mans words suddenly sounded concerned but was it for him or the box that was irrelevant right now though.
The more Mat thought about opening the box the less appealing it became, but then the image of that dark guard beating his mother and cursing her to death when he had been about five jumped into his mind.
He looked up and saw a woman with long brown hair looking at him and she wasn't thin and sick like they way Mat remembered her, she was slim but healthy.
"Mat I'm so proud of you, you've survived things that no one could have expected you to, your father and brothers and sisters told me to tell you that were all proud of you. But you cant give up now you have to open that box, so that other children just like you were and still are can grow up in safety and happiness. I know that those words mean little to you but just try to imagine a world with out Malfoy and his death eaters or even the dark guard. You cant save us but you can save them".
Mat watched as his mother placed her hand on his shoulder although he could not feel it and turned and walked away into no were.
A tear was quickly wiped from his face there was no point in crying he should be happy to have seen her again.
Then he placed his hands into the sake not daring to look in case he got blinded and felt for the edges of the lid.
He hated touching it; it felt wrong just like when he had used it against the dragon.
This time he felt his hands unclick the clip that held it closed and opened the box, he then pulled it from the sake and turned away keeping his face hidden in his arm.
The light fluctuated and so did the heat intensity that was suddenly coming of it.
There was a sudden bang and Mat guessed it was the box hitting the ground although it had been on the ground when he had taken in from the sake.
The light he had noticed had stoped he turned slowly around and sat up.
He looked up to see a hand clutching a wand, he followed the arm which was clothed in a black robe, that wasn't the unusual thing about this robe the thing that was unusual was that it seemed new.
Mat noticed that the person standing in front of him was a boy younger than him self. Perhaps 13 or 14 he thought.
The boy had raven black hair and emerald green eyes and there on his for head plane as day was a lightning bolt scar.
Right now his face was looked calm yet it was flashing from Mat to the other wizard.
"Harry Potter I presume" the old Wizard asked
The boy looked at the other man and replaced his wand in his robes.
Mat opened his mouth to say something but stoped he was looking at the 'boy who lived' and he, he of all the people, he was the one who was responsible.
A smile spread over his lips with a quick run of emotion, they could defeat Malfoy there WAS hope.
"Yea, how did I get here, I was. well I certainly wasn't near Hogsmead, any wayz you already seem to know who I am so who are you?" he asked
The wizard stood up a smile also plastid on his face.
"It's a pleasure to meet you ' Harry Potter'! I am Calen Dumbledor and this is Mat the muggle who just released you from Lucius's Box"
Mat wondered if the old wizard who had always seemed so dark and mysterious was about to lunge out and huge the boy or at least start dancing around the room.
What he did not expect to happen was exactly what happened next.
"I'm sorry but what is Lucius's Box?"
Both Mat and the wizard called Calen looked from one to the other suddenly looking somewhat grave.
This was certainly not something that made Harry feel very calm.
What ever Malfoy had done to him it hadn't been good, he could see both Draco and his father celebrating and it made him feel sick.
"What exactly is the last thing you remember happening?" Calen asked slowly
"Where are we?" Mat asked
"Were some were that they'll never find us! Were in a broken down old shake. It's got a lot of magical protection on it, the reason for that is a mystery to me. But no one knows about it so I'm guessing because of its close proximity with Hogwarts that it has something to do with the school. We are safe here, for now and there is a Tunnel that leads right onto the grounds of the castle."
Mat looked from the boarded up windows to the cobwebs.
"It's a lot better than the conditions we had to live in at home" he said mater of factually
"Yeah well you will never have to return, in fact the probability is that you will never be able to. well boy let us have it then" the wizard looked hungrily at Mats robes.
"Ah yes of corse" Mat dug into his robes and pulled out the sack and handed it over.
The man carefully took it from him as if it were made of a very delicate glass.
His hand reached into the bag to touch it.
A deafening scream echoed through the cabin and Mat wondered if they could here it in the Order.
The wizards hood flew of and Mat looked upon his face for the first time. An old man with grey hair and a short bead.
Wrinkles cover the majority of his face, but his age did not seem to be a weakness more a thing that spoke of experience and there for knowledge, Mat couldn't work out if this equated to wisdom or not.
At this time how ever the man was screaming in agony a strange dark light had ran through his body the moment he had touched the box and he had withdrawn and dropped the very thing he had just held with such respect.
He was on the ground shaking in agony and Mat was lost with what he could possibly do.
Finally the man was silent and Mat saw that he was closing his eyes tightly squeezing a few tears from his eyes, his hands were clenched.
Finally he relaxed and after about five minutes he began to slowly pull him self-up.
He opened his sparkling blue eyes and looked at Mat
"I have felt many painful curses but nothing. nothing like that."
Mat stood their awkwardly for a moment.
The elder man then picked him self up from the ground using the wall for support.
"It seems that no one with magical ability can touch that either, I don't suppose Malfoy ever though a Muggle would open it let alone get past his dragon. I do believe that there were originally much more than a dragon there but no living thing is immortal. Mat you need to open the box"
And with that the man sat him self down in the near by bed he looked absolutely exhausted.
Mat stood their stunned for a moment.
He didn't want to touch that thing, but he had to.
He moved to were the sake lay on the ground and picked it up he then found a place on the ground and sat him self conformably down before looking at the man
"Well I did plan on seeing this in my life time if you don't mind Mat hero of both the muggle and magical worlds"
A small smile spread over the mans lips and his eyes twinkled.
Mat didn't answer him a hero.
He was just a muggle and here he was about to do something as simple as open a box to not just save the world but to re build it to its former glory.
He looked at the sake, when it really came down to it; it really didn't seem to be a good idea.
"Are you sure it's a good idea?" Mat asked suddenly
"Of corse it is, you've come this far don't let the box beat you now boy all you have to do is open it!" the man said
"Think about all the Muggles that have been murdered, you could stop all of that, you could free your people"
The mans words suddenly sounded concerned but was it for him or the box that was irrelevant right now though.
The more Mat thought about opening the box the less appealing it became, but then the image of that dark guard beating his mother and cursing her to death when he had been about five jumped into his mind.
He looked up and saw a woman with long brown hair looking at him and she wasn't thin and sick like they way Mat remembered her, she was slim but healthy.
"Mat I'm so proud of you, you've survived things that no one could have expected you to, your father and brothers and sisters told me to tell you that were all proud of you. But you cant give up now you have to open that box, so that other children just like you were and still are can grow up in safety and happiness. I know that those words mean little to you but just try to imagine a world with out Malfoy and his death eaters or even the dark guard. You cant save us but you can save them".
Mat watched as his mother placed her hand on his shoulder although he could not feel it and turned and walked away into no were.
A tear was quickly wiped from his face there was no point in crying he should be happy to have seen her again.
Then he placed his hands into the sake not daring to look in case he got blinded and felt for the edges of the lid.
He hated touching it; it felt wrong just like when he had used it against the dragon.
This time he felt his hands unclick the clip that held it closed and opened the box, he then pulled it from the sake and turned away keeping his face hidden in his arm.
The light fluctuated and so did the heat intensity that was suddenly coming of it.
There was a sudden bang and Mat guessed it was the box hitting the ground although it had been on the ground when he had taken in from the sake.
The light he had noticed had stoped he turned slowly around and sat up.
He looked up to see a hand clutching a wand, he followed the arm which was clothed in a black robe, that wasn't the unusual thing about this robe the thing that was unusual was that it seemed new.
Mat noticed that the person standing in front of him was a boy younger than him self. Perhaps 13 or 14 he thought.
The boy had raven black hair and emerald green eyes and there on his for head plane as day was a lightning bolt scar.
Right now his face was looked calm yet it was flashing from Mat to the other wizard.
"Harry Potter I presume" the old Wizard asked
The boy looked at the other man and replaced his wand in his robes.
Mat opened his mouth to say something but stoped he was looking at the 'boy who lived' and he, he of all the people, he was the one who was responsible.
A smile spread over his lips with a quick run of emotion, they could defeat Malfoy there WAS hope.
"Yea, how did I get here, I was. well I certainly wasn't near Hogsmead, any wayz you already seem to know who I am so who are you?" he asked
The wizard stood up a smile also plastid on his face.
"It's a pleasure to meet you ' Harry Potter'! I am Calen Dumbledor and this is Mat the muggle who just released you from Lucius's Box"
Mat wondered if the old wizard who had always seemed so dark and mysterious was about to lunge out and huge the boy or at least start dancing around the room.
What he did not expect to happen was exactly what happened next.
"I'm sorry but what is Lucius's Box?"
Both Mat and the wizard called Calen looked from one to the other suddenly looking somewhat grave.
This was certainly not something that made Harry feel very calm.
What ever Malfoy had done to him it hadn't been good, he could see both Draco and his father celebrating and it made him feel sick.
"What exactly is the last thing you remember happening?" Calen asked slowly