Several people have asked if it was Lucious Malfoy who came, or if he had something to do with the unfolding events. He died in the first attack on Hogwarts when Harry and Sirius unveiled themselves.
Last Chapter Ending:
At that moment the doors slammed open.
Chapter Twenty One:
Harry peered over the sea of turned faces to see who had entered the school, it took him a moment to recognise the woman he'd last seen what was, for him, a little over four years passed, but Narcissa Malfoy did not look too different from then.
She approached the staff table, and no one could hear what she said to Dumbledore, but when he answered her, she looked slightly relieved, and continued speaking quietly for a moment.
The exchange ended when Dumbledore nodded and the woman turned and hurried from the Hall. "I think that she wanted to visit her son in the Hospital Wing," Harry told his friends thoughtfully.
"That's right, that's Narcissa Malfoy," Ron exclaimed, finally recognizing the woman.
"Yeah," Harry nodded, as did Hermione, remembering her as well. "I hope that Malfoy doesn't die, that woman doesn't look like she can take too many tragedies," Harry remarked.
His friends nodded in wordless agreement while Harry explained to Elisa how they knew who Narcissa was.
Two weeks after the Quidditch Game came the second Hogsmeade the trip, the first had been at Halloween, almost two months before, now. The Quidditch team had opted not to go that time, because they all wanted to have a perfect game, which meant a lot of practice.
Harry had told them that if they wanted to they could stay behind and train for the upcoming game, and in the end everyone had remained behind.
Harry was thankful to realise that the work this year was a lot harder than the last year, and the fact that he hadn't made an effort to study more over the holidays meant that he was only a little way ahead of his year group.
He found that he liked Transfiguration most of all these days, and Professor McGonagall was a good teacher, knowing what challenged Harry and what didn't, so that he always had something to do.
It was the weekend before that in which Elisa finally managed to do her Animagus transformation – her form was a dog, like her father, but at the same time different, she was smaller, leaner, that Padfoot was, her black fur glistening and soft as silk, her eyes the same light grey, and her legs and paws far more dainty than her fathers.
When they went to tell Sirius about it, he simply smiled. "A dog is a protector, and Black's protect the Potters, we nearly always have the same form, from what I can work out … it's sort of a family tradition to become unregistered Animagi, so I don't know that much … I only learn that my father was one when I found it in his journal during the holidays …" Sirius told them.
"Wicked!" was the cheerful response from both children as they bounded over towards the door and up to the Gryffindor Common Room to share the information with their friends.
Ron and Hermione were happy, because this meant that they could finally begin to learn themselves. They would start the first lesson the weekend after, on the day after Halloween, or maybe mid way through the Halloween Feast.
On the morning of the Hogsmeade trip, Harry and Elisa woke early and headed down to the lake shore, where for a little while they sat watching the giant squid move this way and that across the lake.
Then, without thought or word passing between them they both rose and stood for a moment, breathing lightly, completely relaxed and facing each other.
Then, in a sudden flash they were both moving, kicks and blows aimed at one another, dancing out of reach and spinning back again. To a watcher, it might appear that they were doing some sort of really odd dance.
They were going to find Elisa a sword that day so that they could continue with training in that sense as well, since it would be very useful for if they got in a fight, particularly with Seekers.
Suddenly Harry had Elisa pinned on the ground, unable to move. She laughed. "Ok, let me up now!" She told him grinning, "you win."
Harry stood up and helped her to her feet. Together they headed into the Great Hall as the rest of the school arrived. Narcissa Malfoy was still in the school; she ate up at the teachers table but stayed in the Hospital Wing keeping a vigil on her unconscious son.
Harry smiled reassuringly at her, knowing that she was constantly afraid for her son's life these days, he and his friends tried to help her in what ways they could, a smile of reassurance here, or a gentle hand on her arm there, bringing her lunch in the hospital wing when she forgot because she was watching her son, desperately hoping for some sign of life.
She seemed grateful to them, when she actually noticed – Harry wondered what it would feel like to lose a family member like that – he had not known his parents, so he'd never gone through that about their deaths, he hardly cared about his aunt, uncle and cousin and he had no other living relatives, until Sirius had come.
Just thinking of losing one of his 'family' that is, Ron, Hermione, Elisa, Hagrid, Dumbledore, Sirius, Menolly, Arabella and Remus sent pangs through his heart.
He'd heard from Remus that Arabella had gone to his place and was living there with him, according to Sirius they'd gone out for most of Hogwarts but separated afterwards, since Remus wasn't allowed to marry, due to his 'condition'.
It seemed that old love had rekindled and there was going to be a marriage coming up in the very near future, which thrilled Menolly no end, because she didn't like seeing her old school friend a bachelor living away from the magical society, and didn't seem to think that there was a better match for her than Remus – Sirius seemed to think pretty much the same thing, just in reverse.
Escaping from the rest of the school, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Elisa and Sirius went down the tunnel beneath the Whomping Willow, because it was faster this way.
Harry used a few spells to enable them to slip out through the door and head down to Honeydukes before the rest of the students arrived, and by the time they did Harry and his companions were purchasing their own candy, before heading out to look at everything else.
Almost two hours later they headed for the Three Broomsticks, having looked at everything of interest, save for Zonko's, as they were saving the best for last, and would be in there for a long time.
Madam Rosmerta came over to their table, smiling at Sirius and handed out the Butterbeers all around. "Nice to see you in here again Sirius – and I'd just like to say that I'm sorry I ever doubted your loyalty to the light," she was gone again to serve another table before anyone else could say a word.
They sat around the table, greeted by their friends from school as they wandered in and got drinks of their own, it was then that Harry remembered that he was going to get Elisa a sword.
'Come on, let's go get your sword, we can meet the others later,' Harry thought to her. She looked up, grinned, nodded and quickly swallowed the last of her drink.
A few words to their companions and they were outside and heading from a weapons smith. Elisa was practically bouncing up and down with eagerness – she'd been practicing with a wooden blade that they had brought with them from Seekers Academy, and she disliked the thing immensely.
Harry found the shop he was after and led Elisa inside, amusedly telling her to calm down a little bit. Inside was darkened, a fire blazed in the hearth and Harry marked, with super-human eyesight that the smith stood in the corner of the shop, watching them.
He was aware that the man would attack in a moment, it was a common practice to test warriors who entered a weapon shop, as you could never be sure if they warriors or pretenders, and Harry had two Blade masters blades crossed over his shoulders.
'Be ready,' he warned Elisa, 'keep back, it is me that he is interested in.'
'Very well,' she said, sighing wearily. 'I'll leave the fighting to you, again.'
'You'll get your chance, too soon, by anyone's standards,' Harry assured her. 'Don't hurry to jump into the creek, only to find a rock waiting just below the surface.'
Forestalling any further conversation, the smith suddenly sprang forward, a sword sweeping down in an arching movement that would have open a gash from Harry's forehead to abdomen if it had it, but Harry was no longer there.
The moment he sensed the weapon coming down, he bounded lightly to the side, unsheathing both of his blades in a swift, practiced movement, snapping one of them out to meet the smiths sword, that was now lashing forward, seeking Harry's chest.
For almost ten minutes they danced around the shop, Harry smiled faintly, this was what he had been trained for, and he enjoyed it, though he never enjoyed fighting an enemy who he would have to kill, like most Seekers did.
Finally he switched from defence, having worked out the smiths tactics, so that he could use them against the man.
Now, instead of using one sword to block the move and keeping the other back in case the smith got out of the move and attacked again before Harry could get his first sword back into defence, he used the first sword to trap the smiths blade, then the second snapped forward to come to a rest against the smiths neck.
The other man smiled at him, and lowered his blade. "Those blades of yours a well deserved, how may I help you, Blade Master?" he asked.
Harry re-sheathed his blades calmly. "I would like to get a sword for my pupil," he replied calmly. "Elisa?"
Elisa came forward now, watching the smith warily. "It is well you didn't hurt him, or I'd have to kill you, and I wouldn't have been able to get my blade after all," she told the man.
The smith laughed. "Your girlfriend, lad?" he asked Harry.
"My god-sister," Harry corrected the misunderstanding. "She is also something like a body-guard, and takes her job seriously."
"Ah, very well then," the smith bowed to Elisa. "I do not think that it would be easy to harm you god-brother, especially not with a sword, though I would have, if he hadn't been as good as he is," he told her.
"Fair enough, good smith. Harry told me something of why you were testing him, and since I do not think that any harm would have come to him, since he is what he claims to be, I will forgive your attempt at harm," Elisa told him.
The smith laughed. "You've got a jewel for a god-sister there, boy," he told Harry.
"I know it," Harry replied with a smile. "Now, a blade?"
"Ah, yes! Of course, come miss, and we'll see what we have for you," the smith smiled at her. Elisa followed him, with Harry walking at her side, into the next room.
"Here you are, try this one," the smith suggested, selecting a thin, strong looking blade, double edged with a thinner hilt than Harry's swords had, it should fit nicely into Elisa's hand, Harry thought, and it would be very light, as well.
He nodded to her to try it out. She took the sheathed blade from the smith and whipped the sword out, moving it in a few patterns in the air. "It feels good," she said, and offered to Harry for his opinion.
Taking the blade, Harry tested its weight and balance, and it's sharpness before he smiled and handed it back to her. "The smith knows his blades, Eli, this should be perfect for you."
"The Blade Master honours my skill," the smith directed a half bow in Harry's direction.
"How much for the blade?" Harry asked.
"Usually, I'd say seven galleons, but for you, Blade Master, three," the mans eyes were calculating.
"I shouldn't take so much of your profit,"
Harry tried to up the price a little.
"No, that blade is a picky one, I do not
think that anyone would fit that blade as well as your pupil does, and you are
a Blade Master," the smith replied.
Harry understood this last comment – Weapon Masters were often given discounts, as their skill was legendary and there were few who wanted to bring the anger of one of their number on themselves.
"Very well, three it is," Harry agreed with a sigh. "Though perhaps you would have some throwing knives for sale, my sister has a gift with those, so it would be a good idea, I think, to get some very good quality ones for her."
Half an hour later they left the smiths shop, Elisa now having a sword over her shoulder and a set of knives tucked into various hiding places.
They now headed for Zonko's to meet up with the rest of the group and stock up on prank supplies.
Ron, Hermione and Sirius all admired Elisa's new sword, and she basked in the attention, Harry kept back and let her enjoy the moment, he himself was looking over the prank supplies with great interest, thinking of the number of things that they could do with them.
For the month remaining until the Christmas holidays, the 'New Marauders' as they called themselves for want to a better title, caused a lot of mayhem, and still managed to find a lot of time to practice their Animagus transformations.
Harry was helping Ron most, and Elisa was helping Hermione, who had read a lot about the transformation and so had a bit of a head start on Ron, but not that much.
They were still thinking of names for Harry and Elisa, Harry had been thinking on going with Lightning, but the others told him it wasn't a nickname as such.
Then Hermione suggested Ferux, which meant courageous. Harry tried to talk them out of it, but they wouldn't listen to him, so he stayed with Ferux.
Elisa had wanted to keep a name like that of her father, but had, in the end, decided on the Latin word "Celeres" meaning "guard", for that was what she was, and the dog form simply made it more obvious.
When the Christmas Holidays came, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Elisa would be remaining at Hogwarts, and Menolly was going to come for a visit. It was then that Harry and his friends hoped to have Ron and Hermione in their animal forms, because during the holidays they would have much more time to practice.
They knew from Sirius that the Marauders had simply played the pranks that they thought up on the most amusing subject, but the New Marauders did things differently – they planned.
They were careful not to get the blame laid on themselves, and either worked it out so that the prank was untraceable, or organised it so that the blame for it fell on someone else, preferably a Slytherin.
Today, they were planning a major prank for the Christmas feast that took place the night before the term ended. "Ok, so we have to make ourselves look blameless," Hermione warned as they discussed the prank amongst themselves.
"Yeah, so Harry turns us invisible, creates illusions that what happens to everyone else happens to us, and we leave some Slytherins with nothing happening to them, of course, people will blame the people who don't change!" Elisa said brightly. "If you want to, Harry?"
"Would I miss out on this opportunity?" Harry demanded, weird eyes dancing with delight. "I'd be only too happy to do that! Dumbledore and Sirius are the only teachers who know of my full abilities, Sirius will just congratulate us on the prank well played, and why would Dumbledore suspect us? Three of us are Prefects!"
The group laughed. It was true that they had yet to be caught out with one of their pranks, so none of the teachers had any reason to expect it to be them.
The plan went on, now that they knew they'd go undiscovered, as this was, in general, their first priority, unless it was only a small prank, in which it didn't matter if they were caught or not.
Finally, the day of the feast came around and the prank was decided perfect. Harry smiled faintly as he walked down the stairs to the hall with his friends accompanying him.
They were all looking forward to the upcoming prank, and everything was organised properly, with everyone having their own part to play. Although it rankled a little, the Slytherins would not be included in this part of the prank, the aftermath for them, however, would make it worth it.
Entering the hall with the rest of the students, the four mischief makers headed for their table and flopped down in seats in a row along the table, the other house members joining them happily, not suspecting anything of the evenings 'entertainment'.
Dumbledore smiled and wished everyone a happy Christmas, then clapped his hands to begin the feast – this was the signal for the Great Christmas Prank to begin.
The first thing that happened was that all of the candles guttered for a moment, in that time, Harry made his friends invisible and replaced them with almost-identical copies, Hermione set of the prank on the Ravenclaw table which had been created earlier that day, immediately the Ravenclaws where transformed into eagles, Ron took care of the Hufflepuff's, turning them into badgers, Elisa keyed the spell that changed all the Gryffindor students to lions, and Harry finished it off with the teachers.
Each of them was turned into a huge warty toad – the most amusing one was Dumbledore, who retained a beard and half-moon glasses.
The Slytherins were howling with laughter, not realising that this was going to condemn them in all of the teacher's eyes when the prank was reversed in five minutes time.
Harry cast a charm of silence around his friends as they all howled with laughter at the behaviour of the students-turned-animals, although the Gryffindors seemed to enjoying themselves, Seamus and Dean seemed to be having a roaring competition.
Harry saw a toad that he knew had to be Sirius, as it appeared to be laughing, and watching a toad laugh, Harry decided, was not a pleasant experience.
Finally the five minutes were up and Harry, Ron, Hermione and Elisa slipped into their seats, the candles guttered again for a moment, and the houses were returned to human state – no one noticed anything odd about the Gryffindor Foursome.
They were too busy glaring at the Slytherins, who had finally realised that they were going to get the blame for the prank – even Snape looked absolutely furious.
Dumbledore looked at the table sternly. "I would like to be able to leave that prank where it was," he said, his voice was cool, not angry, but not pleased either. "Unfortunately, I'm quite aware that your fellow students and your teachers will demand that something happen to you – indeed, you cannot be allowed to think that you can get away with this any time you like. Therefore, I remove one hundred one hundred and twenty points from Slytherin house, twenty five for each of the houses, and fifty for the teachers table."
The Slytherins looked furious and cheated, as indeed they had been, but they couldn't protest, as no one would believe them. No one even suspected that it might have been the Gryffindor Foursome, since they hadn't played any pranks and been caught by anyone, not just the teachers.
With that, the feast went on with a rather subdued air from the Slytherin table. The Gryffindors grinned at one another, they'd liked being turned into lions, it seemed, and the only thing that they disliked was that the Slytherins had been the ones to do it.
If they'd learnt the truth, Harry thought, they'd probably not care at all, especially since it had cost the Slytherins quite a lot of points. That didn't mean that they'd tell them, of course.
Sirius looked at Harry, caught his eye, and gave a brief thumbs up, Harry grinned and nodded his head once – his godfather wasn't fooled!
That night the four of them trooped up to Sirius's rooms, arriving before he did and flopped down on the bed to wait for him.
He wasn't much longer in coming, bounding into the room with a grin – he knew that they'd be there. "That was awesome!" He crowed, falling ungracefully into a chair, a grin all over his face.
"You did everything – even managed to get my dear friend Sevi mad at his little pets!"
Harry laughed. "It was good," he admitted. "And as for the planning, that was the idea."
"You need a better name – we've already used Marauders, and that'll tell them its you, cos I was one of the first generation Marauders," Sirius told them firmly.
"The Awesome Foursome!" Elisa suddenly yelled, for a moment, everyone stared at her like she was insane, then laughed and nodded – this went well with them.
"Well, Awesome Foursome! Let that be a beginning of a great mischief making career!" Sirius said, saluting them. "Now, you'd best get to bed, you'll be woken up early enough in the morning."
This was true – there would be the normal rush of finding everything that had been left behind at the last minute on the morning, anything that they might want for Christmas, any clothes that would be needed during the holidays …
Waving goodbye, the group headed back to their common room, looking forward to a good nights sleep and an opportunity to laugh at their house-mates rushing around everywhere in the morning.
The holidays began with a minimum amount of fuss, Menolly arrived without difficulty and Snape was his usual glaring self … well, maybe a little worse than normal, since the 'Awesome Foursome' had turned his private chambers to a nice, bright florescent pink colour – a big improvement from the former black and dark green.
Severus Snape didn't seem to think so …
The Awesome Foursome were disappearing every day, going out onto the grounds in the early morning and not turning up in the castle again until lunch time or passed.
They went down to the Shrieking Shack to practice Animagus transformations, Ron and Hermione were powering along in the more 'theory' type work, since they'd been doing that for part of the school year too, and now it was more the mental steps that you had to take, going slowly.
Harry was pretty sure he could get them transforming before the holidays ended, and everyone was looking forward to finding out what shapes they took.
There were few other students who remained, those who's parents had been victims of Voldemort's attacks. The others had returned home to spend what time they could with families, for who knew where Voldemort would strike next?
Christmas morning came fast, and Harry was woken by Elisa bouncing on top of him at five in the morning. Ron was being woken up by Hermione, who'd obviously been roused by Elisa before she came to Harry.
"Christmas day!" Elisa yelled happily. "Come on! Let's go get presents!" She then tore out of the room and downstairs.
"Your sister is insane," Ron mumbled, barely coherent, as he stumbled to his feet and after her, Hermione with him, not looking all that more awake than he.
Harry shook his head and bounded past them, heading downstairs, just as awake as Elisa was, simply because he was used to waking up early.
When they got downstairs, they found Elisa standing by the window, looking out over the snow-covered grounds, a smile of happiness on her face.
There was a Christmas Tree beside the fire, and a huge mound of presents from various people, since they were the only Gryffindors here, even Ginny had gone back home, leaving the Awesome Foursome to have a Christmas holiday on their own, they could only assume that all of the presents were for them.
"Watch anything from Sirius," Harry warned them. "It will probably bite or do something unexpected."
Everyone laughed at that, knowing that he was probably right.
A few moments later a wide awake Sirius came charging through the portrait hole, shortly followed by a sleepy looking Menolly.
"Merry Christmas!" Sirius yelled happily.
Ron, Hermione and Menolly rolled there eyes and fell into chairs, although any hopes of getting a little more sleep were banished when Sirius glared at them and waved his wand – a cascade of freezing water hit them – then the present opening was put off as the three of them attempted to kill Sirius.
That took about half an hour, providing good entertainment for those who were awake. Finally Sirius was caught, got freezing water dumped on him, and then they got back to the presents.
Sirius was grinning, not seeming at all put out by the water that had been dumped on him, and was the first person to find a present and open it.
Harry laughed – the present was from him, and exploded in Sirius's face, colouring him from head to foot in Christmas colours. Harry had done it on purpose, and he knew that one would be the first one that Sirius got to.
Everyone laughed at Sirius, including Sirius himself, and the rest of them got a present to open.
Harry had never seen so many interesting magical things, all of the Young Phoenixes, those in school and out of it, had sent something, Sirius, Menolly, Elisa, Ron and Hermione had sent him multiple things, and the list of what he got would be too long to put in here.
He did get a lot of sweets and things, since that was a nice and easy thing to find, and they would last for some time, and got Harry started on thinking up pranks to put with them, since he had so many …
He got a Weasley jumper, as did Ron, Hermione and Elisa, Ron's was, as usual, maroon, and he was the only one of the children who didn't wear it that day.
Going down to breakfast several hours later, Harry was surprised to see Narcissa looking incredibly happy about something, although for a little while he couldn't tell what.
It turned out she'd gotten the rest Christmas present ever – her son had woken from the coma and was moving faster now along the long road of recovery.
"It's almost a pity," Ron remarked. "But life here without our old friend Draco Malfoy wouldn't be that fun …"
"Quite right. Besides, maybe he'll be nicer now!" Hermione added. "That blow to the head could hardly have done him good, and maybe it made him lose his memory."
"That would be interesting," Harry agreed, sitting down at the single table in the room, the few other students and the teachers took up the rest of the space.
Harry was glad to note that Professor Trelawney had not seen fit to grace the hall with her presence, as she was still annoyed with Harry for a) not dying and b) dropping Divination.
Harry couldn't care less, but now, whenever he saw her, she gave loud exclamations of sorrow, claiming that she had seen a very violent and painful death in store for him.
The last time this had happened was in a corridor full of students, and Harry's reply had been a calm, "what more could a Seeker ask for?"
Harry had had the last laugh that time, but it meant that the Divination teacher was more eager than ever to see him die. Harry wondered what would bring his death, old age or battle wound. Or something else entirely.
'No one can foretell the death of a hero,' his mother's voice came to him. 'For a hero will have many deaths, and it is those deaths that make him who he is.'
'What do you mean by that?' Harry demanded of her.
'One day, my son, one day soon you will have the answers to your question, but I cannot guarantee that you will like it, and you will probably wish that you had never been told. Until that day comes, I can tell you nothing,' came the elusive answer.
Harry felt like snarling aloud, but that would disturb the other students at the table, and he had no suitable excuse for doing so. He shook off the thoughts and emersed himself in the conversations and eating of the Christmas lunch.
Late that night, when all the castle was sleeping, Harry lay awake, his mind plagued with thoughts and doubts that he could not quell. Finally, after hours of tossing and turning, he rose and slipped from the dormitory.
Going down to the common room, he found darkness, the fire had died down to glowing coals that hardly lit the place, but his unnatural eyesight let him avoid anything that could trip him up, as he made his way to the window.
Looking out, he saw the sky covered in heavy clouds, snow falling gently down through almost still air. Calling on his Elemental powers, he sent wind dancing amid the snow flakes, sending them in swirls and dances through the air.
He didn't know how long he stood there, but suddenly he was aware of Elisa awakening and coming downstairs to him. "Your parents keep many secrets from you, but perhaps they are right Harry, and you will find that knowing the answer was worse than wondering at it," she told him softly, resting a hand on his shoulder.
"Curiosity may have killed the cat, but will it kill me?" Harry said, a faint smile playing at his lips. "Only time will tell, for time answers all questions, to the good or bad of the asker, whether we want to know or not."
"Exactly. So stop worrying about that which you will know when you are ready to, and get some sleep Harry! Of all of us, you need it most, your destiny will be hard, and Voldemort is far from gone. Rest, and keep your strength up, be ready to fight, within yourself," she rested a hand for a moment on his chest, above his heart. "Sleep now!"
Then she was gone, heading back to her own bed.
Harry let her words play through his brain, continuing to play with the snow and the wind, he did not feel the need for sleep, and looking inside himself, he saw that he had never been stronger, but how long would that strength last?
The question aroused some half remembered information, and Harry smiled faintly, knowing that he would never be able to sleep now, until he had found what he was looking for.
Changing form, a giant black panther suddenly slipped from behind the portrait that led into Gryffindor Common Room, a portrait that was devoid of an occupant, Harry noted to himself, bounding gracefully downstairs, and heading for the library.
The castle was deserted, and there was no difficulty in getting downstairs to the library undetected, without even an invisibility spell.
The Library was as silent as it always was, but it too seemed empty and eerily quiet, which seemed to Harry odd. Maybe it was just that the whole castle felt empty, as devoid of occupants as it currently was.
The panther shook its head as if to clear it and looked thoughtfully at the shelves. 'Mum! Dad!' Harry called out to them. 'Do either of you know where I could find a book on ways to store magical power?'
'In the Restricted Section,' his father replied immediately, and Lily began yelling at him for encouraging his son to go somewhere he wasn't allowed.
'Relax you guys. Dumbledore gave me permission to go in there whenever I wanted to, and get any of the books that I needed,' Harry told them with a faint sigh.
'Oh.'
Shifting form back to human, Harry padded across the library and entered the Restricted Section. He remembered the first time he had come there, the books and had seemed tell him to go away, but now they welcomed him.
Walking through the shelves, he searched for a likely title, and suddenly something caught his eye. Down in a far corner, there was an odd look to the bookshelf there, wider than anywhere else, with different markings on it.
Harry immediately knelt beside it, a dagger in his hand, he tested the edges, and found the pins that held it in place, and a few quick thrusts with the dagger and the wood came away in his hands.
Behind it was a small space, a few books shoved into it, apparently willy-nilly, but Harry knew better than that.
'What are they?' Lily asked, curious.
Harry reached in and took them out, there were three, and two of them, when he flipped through, were written in a language that he had never seen, although it looked a good deal like the Atlantean's.
Looking at the third book, Harry smiled – "bingo" he whispered.
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