(AN: Thanks, again, to my reviewer! I think that they're going to stay in
the wizarding world but Middle Earth may come to them in some way, shape,
or form. The portal travelers, Patrick and Niphredil, will come into play.)
While the wizards sat and talked about wizarding schools and Quiddich, another set of wizards entered Hound's Tooth. A gathering, of sorts, had begun as soon as Harry and Cora had left. Hound's Hollow, with its special protection measures, was being used as a preliminary gathering area for Albus Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix.
"I hope you got here all right, Molly," said Cora's grandmother.
Molly looked over the large group behind here and said, "We're all here, Anne, so it was a good trip. It's very strange to travel by portal."
Patrick shrugged apologetically; portal traveling took a little getting use to. It wasn't as disconcerting as traveling by Floo Powder and it didn't get you as dirty but it was a strange sensation to walk through a solid object, like a tree or a boulder and come out the other side as fine as could be.
"Are you sure we're not putting you out?" asked Molly's husband, Arthur.
"Nonsense, Arthur, this house has room for a whole lot of wizards. My great grand parents built it to hold several large generations of our family at once," Anne replied.
"Can we have our own rooms?" asked the youngest of the children, a little girl.
"Of course you can, if you want to," Anne replied.
"We should really bring our stuff up, instead of standing here in the hall," Arthur suggested.
"Glendon, Conner, help these fine witches and wizards find rooms. You know which ones are occupied and which aren't" their grandmother, Anne, ordered.
"But Grams," whined Glendon, "I'm reading."
"And I don't want that twerp to do anything with me," Conner added.
Conner, Patrick's son, was a morose young man who didn't get along with anyone, save his mother. He was particularly awful to Cora and Glendon, for some unknown reason.
Meanwhile, a young witch entered the house. She had traveled to Hound's Tooth via timed portals. Portals Patrick had "set," so to speak, to open and close at certain times. She came in alone save for Remus and Sirius with her trunk. She looked around the house, amazed.
"Are you Anne?" she asked.
Anne nodded and said to Remus, "Find her a room. I'll send for the others."
The girl looked at Remus, fear in her eyes.
"Don't worry," he told her, "she's just trying to intimidate you. She's not going to hurt you." Trusting her one-time professor, she followed him up the stairs.
While the wizards sat and talked about wizarding schools and Quiddich, another set of wizards entered Hound's Tooth. A gathering, of sorts, had begun as soon as Harry and Cora had left. Hound's Hollow, with its special protection measures, was being used as a preliminary gathering area for Albus Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix.
"I hope you got here all right, Molly," said Cora's grandmother.
Molly looked over the large group behind here and said, "We're all here, Anne, so it was a good trip. It's very strange to travel by portal."
Patrick shrugged apologetically; portal traveling took a little getting use to. It wasn't as disconcerting as traveling by Floo Powder and it didn't get you as dirty but it was a strange sensation to walk through a solid object, like a tree or a boulder and come out the other side as fine as could be.
"Are you sure we're not putting you out?" asked Molly's husband, Arthur.
"Nonsense, Arthur, this house has room for a whole lot of wizards. My great grand parents built it to hold several large generations of our family at once," Anne replied.
"Can we have our own rooms?" asked the youngest of the children, a little girl.
"Of course you can, if you want to," Anne replied.
"We should really bring our stuff up, instead of standing here in the hall," Arthur suggested.
"Glendon, Conner, help these fine witches and wizards find rooms. You know which ones are occupied and which aren't" their grandmother, Anne, ordered.
"But Grams," whined Glendon, "I'm reading."
"And I don't want that twerp to do anything with me," Conner added.
Conner, Patrick's son, was a morose young man who didn't get along with anyone, save his mother. He was particularly awful to Cora and Glendon, for some unknown reason.
Meanwhile, a young witch entered the house. She had traveled to Hound's Tooth via timed portals. Portals Patrick had "set," so to speak, to open and close at certain times. She came in alone save for Remus and Sirius with her trunk. She looked around the house, amazed.
"Are you Anne?" she asked.
Anne nodded and said to Remus, "Find her a room. I'll send for the others."
The girl looked at Remus, fear in her eyes.
"Don't worry," he told her, "she's just trying to intimidate you. She's not going to hurt you." Trusting her one-time professor, she followed him up the stairs.