Title: Rushing, Forever. (Chapter Two)
Author: P.L.S
Contact: ptwentyfour@yahoo.com
Summery: VALOR challenge response. Harry seems to finally find a peace as a vampire, until the public finds out. . . running, hiding, helping others who are in need; his life is suddenly filled by hate and fear when the Ministry takes down the protections and declare Open Season on all Dark creatures, with a hefty bounty for the supposedly strongest vampire ever created, Harry Potter.
Rating: (Changes with the chapter)- Ten years and up.
Disclaimer: Is this even needed? Is it? I own very little in this thing. What I do own is fair game for the rest of you. Don't sue me, I won't sue you.
Note: I'm sitting in a Dairy Queen next to a Laundromat in Tempe AZ, eating an Oreo blizzard and trying to recall the details of the very rough plot that is in my head. It's not easy at all. But watching the little kids playing while they wait for their ice creams is giving me an idea, and it is totally unrelated to the kids themselves. I have a Yahoo Group you can read most of my Harry Potter fics at and receive word on when the updates are coming. Go here-- and enjoy. Believe it or not, I am very flattered with the reviews and am very grateful that so many like the ideas and think this is unique. I am always looking for the next big idea or the most odd or out of whack ideas. . . which explains why I call my group the Plot Bunny Shop.
(11:32 am, 27/02/07, Yellow Flower Village, Yorkshire, United Kingdom)
Harry walked the graveyard that used to be his hometown of late, he was standing right on the spot where he apparated Ron in for the first time. Ron only took one look around and promptly swore that he'd pull a Snape, spy within the Aurors and try his best to give advanced warning to the Dark villages. It was the courtyard of the Dumbledore School of Magic in Yellow Flower Village, named as such for the field of hogwarts that used to be there. It was a lovely town that Harry loved, and he wanted to rebuild it.
But he couldn't, Britain had fully expelled her children, Harry wasn't supposed to even be here. But he had to come and morn the loss, a hundred sixteen children slaughtered. Harry found the corpses not even burned or buried, a clear sign that this was not just any attack, but a disappointment to the Aurors and Slayers that had attacked. He had not shed a tear, he couldn't. He felt just ache and guilt. He was supposed to watch over them, human and non, magical and non, all lost.
He could tell they knew who were muggles too. The muggles were often contorted and seemed to have spasmmed too violently, as did the children. The Curciatus curse was now being used as a weapon to kill with. Harry wondered what happened to the high morals of the Light wizards, and how did they remember that both the Curciatus and killing curses were Light magic? It was only mentioned in an obscure Dark text that a Light wizard invented them, his name was Merlin.
Of course anyone who witnessed them knew it was Light magic, only that type of magic had jets of light and needed such strong incantations. Dark magic was subversive, didn't always need words or a wand, and there was no following it after it was cast, no jets of anything unless it was a shadow spell, but those were espionage and healing spells. Harry knew Dark magic was dangerous as every other type, if not more so, but none of it was like the two Unforgivables, the Imperious was Neoteric magic and Harry wasn't happy about it being ruled as useful and taken off the Unforgivable list when he was nineteen. Harry had seen it used in many ways, some times to take down a Death Eater, some times for rape, or to have the victim kill and then take his or her own life. Of all of them Harry had only done the first and it was his only time. He felt unclean afterwards and thus had taken to learning the muggle ways of fighting just so he would have no excuse to use it ever again.
Harry came upon the body of another child, no more than six or seven, in the first form of school by the badge. Then Harry lifted the body and carried it to the pile of students, and he saw the face, Megara McKenny, the first vampire-born in sixty years in England. She was his student in learning wards, along with ten of the strongest children of the village, Harry said softly. She was secretly his favorite student, a natural prankster and the one he dubbed as a future rival for the Weasley twins. But that was stolen from her, when they broke her body.
He then felt the tingle, she wasn't just killed, several had raped her. Vampires were unique that way, a fellow vampire could tell months after a corpse is found just what sins had been exacted upon the body of a vampire. Harry had no idea why that talent had developed, but Harry was sure it had to do with the covens and close-knit tribes of old. Harry carefully placed her with the other children and went back into the crumbling school for more.
He had been doing this for the past two days without rest. Collecting the dead into piles, whispering prayers to God, remembering them as they were when they were alive. It was his way of grieving and trying to apologize to them. Harry leapt up to the second floor, no one was up here, it meant that the Aurors had herded all the children to the first floor and held a public execution of the children before the children. Cruelty like that disgusted Harry more than anything. It was true that he killed often, but he only killed to eat and he only fed off of the wicked, those he witnessed doing horrors. He never liked to kill, not at heart. It was the hunt he found exhilarating, and he never understood how mass killings of the helpless did anything but kill the spirit of the murderer.
Harry walked along the corridor, looking into the classrooms, picking up and looking at small possessions, like action figures, toy horses, and the like. Books were ripped up and spoiled, the Aurors had poured some potion on the pages, making the Ever-Stay Ink bleed. Luckily, none of the books were originals or one of a kinds, it was the small precautions that lessened the blow. But this was a sucker punch to the groin, it was beyond what was acceptable. Harry sat in one of the few desks that were still intact. He heard the shuffle of footsteps walking carefully, it was Ron's gait.
Ron whispered. Harry turned to look at his best friend, the redhead looked as miserable as Harry felt, Ron's girlfriend had been a teacher here. Harry had no doubt, she was gone. Harry had placed her on the top of one of the piles.
We lost more than anyone really understands. Harry said. Ron looked confused now. Harry sighed, It wasn't luck that helped me to find this place, this was Dumbledore's land, land that he left to me, it was a keystone in the magic of all of the British Isles. He asked me to help keep it up, I can't do that now. Ron came up and hugged him. It really did help to know that he could never lose his friends, the real friends that he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would do anything for if asked, even kill himself.
Ron and the entire Weasley family was risking a lot by staying in the wizarding world, all of the children had Dark abilities and Mrs. Weasley was a Dark witch. Bill and Charley were the greatest risks, both used to use Dark magic as part of their careers and everyone knew it. Harry had been asking them all to escape for quite some time, but all refused to run, Gryffindors.' Harry thought with silent yet saddened amusement.
Harry, we'll find a way to end this. said Ron with a determined look. Why is he the one who always helps me to remember why I was sorted into that house?' the vampire mentally questioned. Harry nodded.
Yes, we will. We will. Harry confirmed.
(4:54 pm, 28/02/07, Angel of Mercy Mission, northern Chile)
Harry called the group to order, all the representatives of every colony or Dark area was here in the chapel. It was rather ironic that it was the Catholic churches that were offering protection and help to the Dark creatures, wizards, and the sympathedics. For a long time the church had persecuted magic and helped to chase it into hiding, but now they welcomed it, and made enemies of the rest of the magical world.
Those with Dark ability or who were Dark comprised only fifteen point seven percent of the billion fifty-seven million of known magical peoples. Those that Harry had been told swore allegiance to the Dark council numbered to a little more than eight hundred million, not a lot since that included a number of non-Dark wizards and was about twenty percent muggle people that were under their protection. Harry knew for a fact that if just three first world countries teamed up and had the technology, more than fifty percent of the followers of the council would be killed.
Hermione wasn't here today, she was with a huge team of researchers in Paraguay creating a massive dynamic encryption program from Egyptian and Cuneiform, the languages of the first schools of magic. In Blackbeard's Cove the Dark Truths was getting a makeover and a lot of new information, it was also the site of a new laboratory that was working with quantum computers and infusing magic into them, not surprisingly it was being headed by a race of the faefolk called Gremlins. They were monsters that loved to dabbled in muggle technology and then ruin it if they found a flaw. They could be the most brilliant creatures once you got past the twisted sense of humor and the green skin, which was probably why the more idiotic of muggles thought that Martians were small green men, it was a bunch of pranks played in the late seventies on a few farmers in the American midwest.
Janus told the whole group of the destruction of the villages in Europe and turned the meeting over to Harry. All eyes were on him, I have personally gone and destroyed the corpses that the Aurors left to rot in the streets. I accounted for every resident, there were no survivors save those who were away at the time. The greatest loss is Yellow Flower Village, it is the keystone in the magical structure of the British Isles and I was given the responsibility of maintaining it, which is now impossible. There are five thousand such cores of the whole world's magical infrastructure, if more than two thousand of these are not maintained then the world runs the risk of imploding so to speak, the worst news is as far as I know only three thousand two hundred ten are being actively cared for, the rest are lost or can no longer be reached.
I have placed many villages close to the cores I found, more than a thousand villages are near a core and a Maintainer is living as part of your communities. It is critical that no village should fall, if not for the simple fact the so-called Light wizards are more cruel than Voldemort at his worst, then simply to protect the world. Not only that but if they do eradicate us the balance will be off and magic will vanish or create a cosmic vacuum. Both are beyond what this world could handle. Harry paused and looked around the room, in the pews most were shocked and looking terrified. As they should be.' thought Harry cooly as he frowned.
Potter. What are you proposing to keep the villages safe? asked Snape, who was representing the Peacebrook Village in Paraguay, a center for education in South America thanks to the former headmaster of Hogwarts. Snape had been appointed as headmaster after Minerva McGonagall died a month after the death of Voldemort, but as soon as the anti-Dark movement started Snape started to use his position to remove the students with Dark ability and their families. Snape finally listened to reason when Hogwarts was under attack and left to found the new unified school system. Harry respected the man, but still couldn't stand the man outside of working with him.
An integrated Living warding system. Which was why Hermione Dervish was traveling around two seasons ago, and why Draco and Renee Malfoy were in Mexico for so long. They have been working on bits of my ideas and such for quite some time. Harry said. Mutters and whispers grew to a roar of talking Harry shot a spark of light into the air to get their attention. Kelley Neville stood up, the kelpie was red faced and angry.
Bloody impossible! Living Wards are long gone myths of those crackpot Anubis followers! shouted the man-kelpie. Voices of agreement rose up and again order was lost. Harry sighed, he hated full meetings.
The magic sensitive need to try to feel out the protection on this place. There you will find your proof. Harry said in a calm but loud voice. More talking but Harry saw a few close their eyes and go into a trance. After a few minutes most came out of it in silent shock and awe. Finally the last one, a dementor, came out of it.
The truth he speaks. said the dementor in Dark sign, that was translated by Theo who was the official translator both ways. The others nodded and told the rest that Harry indeed had created Living Wards that were protecting the mission and the missionaries. Living Wards were unique in the fact that they really were alive and intelligent. Because of that it took more magic to create just a small ward than two fully grown wizards could ever produce they were lost to time. But Harry had found the flaw with the help of Theo and Remus.
Snape stood up and glared at Harry, How exactly did you propose we ward every village and what does this have to do with Malfoy's going to Mexico? He said in that annoyed teacher voice. Harry bit back a sharp retort, now wasn't the time to act like a child.
Fair enough, my version of the Living Wards are a Neoteric magic as opposed to the Andiluvinan that the original Living Wards were. In the Yucatan is a very strong Neoteric core and Draco and Renee found it. I also have found seven hundred of the rest of the one thousand two hundred fifty Neoteric cores, if we link them together, ask them to support the wards, and then cast the wards on each village and the safe points in the muggle towns and cities, the Living Wards will at least act as a barrier against spells with harmful intentions towards those it protects as long as those people are within it's limits. It's going to take about three years and eight months to fully cover every place though. Harry said, his excitement was leaking through though. He was supremely please with how the wards would act, but he knew it was going to take far too long to protect all that needed it.
We need a leader, a head for this war! Unless we are just going to sit back and watch as the world kills our children off! shouted an Asian Naga.
That is a good point. We need a Dark Lord to take control, all of our Dark marks have been active, but not used. There is a Dark Lord out there who needs us but hasn't taken up his or her power. said an older Grecian witch. The side door opened and in walked Draco Malfoy, he commanded a lot of respect from Voldemort's old followers and most of those from Europe.
We have a Dark Lord, if he'll ever get out of his humble phase and accept it. said the blond man with a smirk at Harry. Harry just wanted to hex the bratty wizard, he knew that he didn't want them all to know.
Is this true? asked the witch who was now standing. Draco nodded, she asked in a serious tone that reminded Harry of McGonagall when the professor of Transfiguration was angry.
Harry Potter has always been the Dark Lord's heir, since birth. Why do you think Voldemort wanted him dead? The birth of Potter was foretold a hundred years ago and he was foretold to be the most powerful Dark Emperor ever. said Theo as he translated everything. A loud outcry came after this, most of the voices telling Harry to take the power.
I need to think, there will be a two hour break! called out Harry before he left the room.
Harry walked the halls, looking at the ornate religious objects and icons. They were beautiful signs of a man' s life that was dedicated to saving the lost and half-dead. He was always fascinated with the world's religions but Christianity was different. It always seemed to hit too close to home and it made him nervous after a while. Harry had read the Bible and a few of the stories of the saints, it all seemed so tragic yet hopeful. Harry sat on a bench under a stained glass window of a cross. He put his head into his hands and cried. This was all too much.
He must have been that way for a while because he felt someone sit next to him and touch his shoulder. Would you care to talk about it? asked a voice he recognized as Father Blanco. He was a short and thin middle aged hispanic man with salt and pepper colored hair and a kind face. Today he was in denim pants and a sweat soaked button up shirt, Harry recalled that most of the missionaries were out helping the people around here plant crops or something.
It can't make it any worse, I guess. Harry muttered as he pulled out his handkerchief and wiped away the bloody tears. The man gasped.
asked the priest. Harry sighed.
I'm a vampire. My tears are the lifeblood of those I have fed from. Are you going to tell me to leave? asked Harry, the man's surprised and horrified face softened and turned understanding.
No. I'm going to ask if you wanted to talk here or in my office. he said with a smile. Harry nodded.
Your office, please. Harry said relieved. He followed the man into a rather Spartan room, just a plain desk, three chairs, and walls lined with overstuffed bookcases.
Now what is bothering you, Mr. Potter? asked Blanco.
They want me to become the Dark Emperor and lead them in the upcoming war, I just lost all of Britain and am losing the rest of Europe soon, and have had to bury over six thousand who were left to rot by our enemies. More than half of them were children who were at school during the attacks. the priest looked shocked and angry at that, Harry continued, I'm no stranger to death, but no vampire or Dark creature kills unless it is for two reasons, to eat, or to protect it's young. In both cases we prefer to just kill only if we must. As to the war, I admit I have knowledge in how to run a war, I was groomed since childhood to fight. I have never liked to rule though, I much rather have this republic and let some other fool try to control people like Malfoy and Snape. Harry chuckled mirthlessly.
It sounds rather confining. Why must it be you though? asked Blanco with sad eyes. The man was fingering his beaded necklace and the cross on it, a nervous habit, Harry assumed.
I'm some sort of foretold heir of a bunch of myths. That and my magical powers are growing. I'm already acting as some sort of leader, mostly because I had to kill Voldemort, a twisted and evil Dark Lord. He was the one I was raised to fight, by both him and those in charge of my upbringing. Harry said, making the priest very confused. I keep forgetting just how much they hid from the world, our fathers were idiots and they underestimated humanity. Harry said as he looked up as the ceiling.
Why do you say that? Harry looked at the man with amusement.
They put all their hope in a child who hated them. They honestly thought that non-magical people couldn't handle living side by side with them. They claimed that one fourth of the magic that holds this planet together is inherently evil. They are now exacting genocide on us all. I think that puts them in the idiot category. Harry said dispassionately. The priest nodded.
I see. You were that child. said Blanco in a quiet voice. Harry nodded.
No one knows the worst part of it all. whispered Harry, I had to absorb the last bits of Voldemort's soul to kill the monster. I am holding him in my heart and I'm scared of what will happen once I accept the powers that he used to hold. It could allow him to awaken. Harry looked at the man and was stunned to see his acceptance and sadness.
How old are you? asked Blanco. Harry saw pure curiosity on his face.
Twenty-seven years. Harry answered automatically, For a vampire I'm a baby, yet they are as willing as the wizards to have me rule.
You don't want to rule? Because of Voldemort? Or is there more? asked Blanco now probing for the root of Harry's distress.
Voldemort's not enough? Blanco gave Harry the I'm-not-fooled-that-easily look, Okay, there is more, lots more. A few of them are irrational fears that I know are stupid, but I just can't help giving in to them, and I can't control them. If I can't control my own fears how can I control my own people? A great number of them are quite lawless and hate me.
The Lord will give you strength. He always provides for his children. said Blanco looking very serene. Harry envied him.
I'm not his child, how can I be when I kill his children to live? Harry demanded. Blanco laughed.
The lion kills to eat, and yet he is as loved as the gentle lamb. Why would God love you any less than he loves the most violent of his creations, even Satan? Are you special? Blanco asked him with a smile. Harry chuckled.
Can't argue with that logic. So, God loves me and calls you and I his children. Is that why the Catholic Church was willing to help us in our exile, while it was the same church that spread the fear of magic in the Dark Ages? Harry asked showing genuine curiosity. Blanco nodded.
The Church has made mistakes, and in those days the Church was drunk with it's power and young and foolish. Now we are seeing a chance to try to apologize and make up for our history of errors. We have sat back and watched for far too long, ignored our responsibilities to the world. I was there when the Dervishes and Mr. Lupin beseeched my Cardinal for help, if Cardinal Hernandez had turned his back I would have still offered this mission to you. Blanco laughed a bit and smiled warmly ar Harry, I just never fully understood that all of the rumors were true. The dragon, giant spiders, and the various monsters have had my missionaries a bit spooked, but most are finding them all to be great company. And I myself have just met the most fascinating and kindhearted young man that I'm sure I could become great friends with. Harry's eyebrows shot up.
Who? Malfoy? There aren't many younger humans here this time. Harry asked. Blanco laughed again.
I never said he was fully human, but he was at one time, I'm sure. Harry still was clueless Blanco sighed and shook his head, You are really oblivious when it comes to the simple things in life. I was talking about you. Harry grinned.
Oh. I have always been a little clueless. Another reason I couldn't be a good leader. So you think I'm kindhearted? Harry asked.
Yes, very much so. Blanco said as he laughed.
Harry walked back into the chapel followed by Father Blanco who was freshly showered and dressed in an all black suit. Everyone was silent and looking at him. Harry's heart started to pound and he felt his breath hitch. He was terrified. The priest came up to him and touched his arm, Harry, it is time. he whispered, You owe them the reasons.
I know. Harry whispered back and they walked to the short stage in the front. Harry leapt up and nodded to Theo who was ready to translate again.
I refuse to take the Dark Lord title. I refuse to be an emperor of your people and mine. I am a child in vampiric terms and I have several things you should know. In my heart, in every sense, I hold Voldemort's soul in chains. I have always held a bit of his spirit since the Killing Curse was cast upon me when I was a baby, and in order for me to ensure he did not return to a body for a third time I had to pull his soul in. He is weak, for now. If I did take the Dark Emperor's powers all at once right now, I cannot promise that he would be kept in dormancy. Imagine the terror that would ensue if Voldemort did manage to takeover my body, he has always had a talent for possession after all.
I also have a number of issues that I need to get control of first. How could I rule you when I can't rule my fears? I will take on a few of the powers at a time, no more than I feel I can handle, and no less than we need. The Council is still the governing body, even if I do finally take the titles. I refuse to allow you to give up your voices in this. Can you accept this offer? Harry asked. The silence stretched, there was some Dark sign talk but no talking.
Snape stood, The wizards and witches accept.
A tall lithe girl stood, a veela, The veela, sirens, and harpies accept.
Kelley Neville stood, The kelpies and merfolk accept.
A tall dementor stood and signed that the dementors accepted.
The acromantulla clicked his pincers, The ssspider people acssept.
A wispy looking banshee stood, The specter peoples accept.
A goblin stood, The goblins and faefolk accept.
A n older man stood up, The non-magical humans accept.
A tall giant raised a hand, The giants and trolls accept.
Janus stood, The vampires and werewolves accept.
The doors opened in walked a recognized vampire slayer and three bounty hunters, the slayer bowed, The slayers and hunters are seeking a treaty with the Dark Council. Harry stepped down and walked up to them before anyone could blink. He stood the slayer up and smiled.
I knew you would understand. he whispered to her, I'm glad to see you again Cho.
(6:12 pm, 28/02/07, Peacebrook Village, western Paraguay)
Gabrielle Delacour was staring at the water for which the village was named. She counted herself lucky that her grandmother and mother had managed to get the flock out of France and into the villages that had been created by the Dark Council. Only Fleur was still in Europe, determined to fight.
Gabrielle was not like her sister in that way at all, ever since she was little Gabrielle had a healthy sense of self-preservation and a slight fear of water. Both were unusual for a veela, most veela were fighters and would rather die than give up a nesting site and they were very close relatives to the sirens and could swim like penguins when the mood struck them. The odd part was that unlike her sister she couldn't pin this on human blood, Gabrielle was adopted and a full blooded veela.
Sighing she laid down on the grass and stared at the blue sky. Watching the clouds float by and picking out shapes like she used to when Fleur and her had been little children. She spotted a unicorn, a ship, and a couple dancing.
Gabby! Hey Gabby! yelled a small child running up to her. It was Hermione's child Travis.
asked Gabrielle sitting up and looking at the brunette child who was flushed from his running in the sun.
Mummy says that you need to get back to the labs. She says she found something called a key rune. What's a key rune? asked the boy. Gabrielle stood and picked the child up. Concentrating she grew her wings and flew to the roof of one of the largest warehouses of the village. She dropped through the skylight that was always open to keep an atrium filled. Travis was laughing and loving the flight like always. As she landed on the second floor platform Travis grinned up at her.
You really love to fly. said Gabrielle to him, she smiled and put him down, Zat why you always want to be the one to come and find me? So I fly? she asked Travis nodded and was still grinning.
Uh huh. I love to fly. Uncle is gonna teach me to use his old Firebolt next time he visits. You wanna come and fly with us? asked the child as they walked to the main labs. Gabrielle laughed softly.
I've never even heard your uncle's name. I thought both your mother and father were only children. asked Gabrielle. Travis looked up at her.
They are. He's my honor-y Uncle. I have him because my mummy said that he wasn't really a godfather, but he is pretty much family. Travis explained. Gabrielle wasn't to surprised by this. Hermione was weird about things like family and titles, she felt both subject were almost religious and treated both with reverence.
So, what is his name? asked the veela. Travis smiled.
Harry. I don't know his last name though. He's a vampire who loves the sun and he used to be a seeker when he and mum went to school. He and Mum tease Headmaster Snape all the time about how evil he was and how they thought he was a vampire. Travis prattled on about the things his Uncle Harry would do when he visited, from pranks to just the unbelievable tales of his school days.
Gabrielle knew she should be used to the rapid randomness of this one boy, but just couldn't figure out how he had gotten to be this way. His father was a tightlipped librarian who was so silent Gabrielle once thought he was a mute. His mother was the poster-child for organization and order. This child was so unlike them both, yet was very much their child. He had his father's face, his mother's hair. He was curious and loved to read and learn, he loved the books of the library as much as both of his parents combined.
They entered the lab's sliding glass doors and Hermione was in a heated argument with the teacher of ancient runes in the local school, Mrs. Finnagan. Winifred Finnagan was a five foot witch with a ten foot tall ego and a booming voice to boot. She was the mother of one of Hermione's old classmates, and took every chance she could to remind the brilliant twenty-seven year old of that fact.
Madame Finnagan, Madame Dervish, please stop the squabbling before the child. Gabrielle said before she heard more than a word. As she spoke she used a bit of her persuasion magic on Finnagan to get the witch to calm down. Both witches fell silent, Hermione was smiling at the veela as well. Gabrielle had always thought the witch was almost insane, but this was very odd. Why was the human smiling?
Travis ran up to his mother and hugged her and started to tell her every detail of his run to Peace Brook and his flight with the veela. Hermione listened and then asked that he go return a book to the library and tell his father all about his flying. Travis let out a whoop of laughter, grabbed the book, and ran out of the room like the devil was on his heels. Gabrielle laughed at the sight. It was times like these she thought about having a child, but then as always the stories of hard labors and the pain of delivering a child came forward, squashing the want to be a mother.
Gabby, listen to this. Hermione went to her computer and clicked on the play button of her mp3 player. A garbled language came out, Gabrielle could pick out Samaritan, Old Egyptian, Ancient Greek, and a couple of the Native American languages that were almost dead. In spots she almost had a translation before tossing it out because one or two words just couldn't fit. Hermione played it again at Gabrielle's request, it was different this time, more languages, there were no less than seven languages spoken at the same time, the exact same time. It was layered so well that one could think they were woven together.
C'est magenfique. How did you do this? Travis said something about a key rune, nothing about a tapestry of old languages. the veela asked. Hermione grinned and Finnagan left in a huff.
Don't worry about her. She's upset that I found it and she didn't. Hermione said with a grin, That was the encryption. I encrypted a song and that's what it is now. It's flawless, until I give it to Blackbeard's Cove and the faefolk. The key rune, perdhro, is the capstone of the magical codes.
The dice cup? Why? asked the veela, worried about the meaning Hermione gave it.
Hidden things, it's perfect and once you get to that the arithmancy will swallow you alive. Hermione grinned as she showed several documents being encrypted, saved, then opened again. Every time they looked at the same seven words the code changed radically, no language/ mathematical combination was ever repeated, Seven trillion possibilities, nothing could read it with out the keywords or being in our system. It can be applied to everything, print, broadcasts, internet; nothing could be broken into.
But how? How could you do this to everything? Gabrielle asked astonished at Hermione's claim.
Let me show you my notes and the tests. Hermione dragged Gabrielle to the private part of the labs, Hermione had wards so thick on the area that the veela had trouble getting through until Hermione waved them away.
When Gabrielle escaped the labs that day her head was spinning like a top and her tolerance for new languages was at an all time low.
-- To Be Continued . . . (So sue me, I like corny.)