An: Thanks for your reviews, Lindiel Eryn. Conner may or may not be a true
bad guy, I haven't really decided yet. Right now he's just one of those
horrid people who seem to exist everywhere in the world.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! My characters are the extended Dolan family, the Americans found in this chapter, and everything about Hound's Hollow. I'm just a broke college student who writes for fun and to pass time between classes. I only own my Pointe Shoes.
After dinner, the adults separated themselves from their children, Harry and Cora's parents included. It appeared that they had something very important to discuss.
The kids sat in one of the larger living rooms.
"Ashley," Harry started, "I've been meaning to ask you about that thing you have on your robe. What is it?"
Ashley looked at her sleeve and pointed to the embroidered symbol.
"This? My dad was a hit wizard and he came here when I was little because this Ministry of Magic needed help. We were here a little less than a year, when he and his company were killed by You-Know-Who. This was the symbol of his company--the white doves. It had something to do with bringing peace to places that needed it," Ashley explained.
"My story's just about the same. My dad's company came here at the same time as Ashley's. He was tortured and killed by death eaters while accompanying a group of Aurors out. His company used these stars as their symbol," Danny explained.
All eyes fell on little Christine.
She looked around the room and pointed to herself.
"You're not going to believe me, even if I told you," she said.
"Go on, tell us," urged Hermione.
Christine looked nervous and said, "I'd just like to say that this story is according to my Auntie Alice. My mom, dad, and two older brothers were Death Eaters. They served You-Know-Who for lots of years. They even moved over here so they could be closer. Anyway, when my Auntie Alice got word of it, she moved over here and started looking for his sister. She got involved with the American Ministry and met their parents. Before she could find me, You-Know-Who came to our house and got into a fight with my parents. He thought they were spies or something and he killed them and my brothers. He didn't get me, though, because my Auntie Alice came to get me earlier that day. This, she told me, is the symbol for people who want no part of You-Know-Who."
Harry, Hermione, and all the Weasleys looked at the little wizard.
"Do you want work for You-Know-Who?" asked Hermione.
"Never, I don't want any part of what happened to my parents," Christine said.
"This is what her Auntie Alice says anyway," Ashley added in a nearly inaudible undertone.
"We're not really sure of the truth," Meghan added, slightly louder.
The talk then turned to the already known Hogwarts student sitting with the group.
"What are you doing here, Gillian?" asked Hermione.
Gillian was already a Hogwarts student, a Gryffindor to be exact. She shared a dorm room with Hermione. With her dirty blond hair and blue eyes, she looked exactly like her mother. Something about her mannerisms revealed that, who ever her father was, he was not like her mother.
"I'm here with my parents," she replied with a smile.
"Who are your parents?" Ron asked.
While at school, Gillian didn't talk about her parents. As a matter of fact, she didn't talk at all. She went about her business, staying just under the detection of everyone else.
"You guys met my mom, she's been making trips through the portals," she started.
"Your mom's Madison," Harry stated.
"Then that would mean," Hermione started, "you're father's Professor Lupin."
Gillian nodded and commented, "I use my mom's maiden name, Clarke. She didn't want people to think that I was like my dad or something like that."
The shock of that statement quieted the room for a split second.
"What about werewolf bites?" Hermione asked.
Gillian rolled up the sleeve of her robe to reveal a healing bite mark.
"I got a wee bit too close to the cage and my dad bit me. He didn't mean to, really," she said.
"Then you're a werewolf too," Ron surmised.
"I've been bitten tons of times and never once have I transformed. I'm immune to the bites. My mom, who works for St. Mungo's mind you, had me tested lots of times," she explained.
The room fell silent again, until another topic caught the group's interest. "Cora, what about those elves you mentioned?" asked Ron.
"Please don't think my uncle is crazy," she said, "most people who hear about his elves think he is."
Those who didn't know Patrick agreed not to think of him as crazy.
"My uncle has this skill to open these portals or gateway type things," Cora started.
"Every wizard has some skill they are better at than all others," loudly, commented Percy.
He was upset that he was not allowed to go with the adults.
"This isn't a skill he learned at Hogwarts and it's not a skill any of my aunts or uncles have. Anyway, he can open these portals to this place called Middle Earth," Cora continued.
"But, I thought, Middle Earth was fiction, just something you read about in books," Hermione said.
"Like I told Harry before, Middle Earth is no faker than we are wizards. Anyway, my uncle can go there and that's where he met the elves. He said that they're really rare to see now because a lot of them are leaving to go west but, when there were a lot of them, they lived in these little communities in the woods." Cora finished.
"What do they look like?" asked Fred.
"House elves are quite ugly," added, his twin, George.
Cora thought for a moment and answered, "From what my uncle told me and from the little I remember, they're very, very tall and, usually, fair skinned. Most of them keep their hair long, even the guys. They all have ears that point up, not like the house elves whose ear point out. They talk like their singing but they sing a lot, too."
"You've met them before?" Hermione asked.
"They took care of me, once, when I was very little," Cora explained.
"You think we can meet them sometime," Harry asked.
Cora shrugged, unsure of the answer but having a feeling toward the positive.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! My characters are the extended Dolan family, the Americans found in this chapter, and everything about Hound's Hollow. I'm just a broke college student who writes for fun and to pass time between classes. I only own my Pointe Shoes.
After dinner, the adults separated themselves from their children, Harry and Cora's parents included. It appeared that they had something very important to discuss.
The kids sat in one of the larger living rooms.
"Ashley," Harry started, "I've been meaning to ask you about that thing you have on your robe. What is it?"
Ashley looked at her sleeve and pointed to the embroidered symbol.
"This? My dad was a hit wizard and he came here when I was little because this Ministry of Magic needed help. We were here a little less than a year, when he and his company were killed by You-Know-Who. This was the symbol of his company--the white doves. It had something to do with bringing peace to places that needed it," Ashley explained.
"My story's just about the same. My dad's company came here at the same time as Ashley's. He was tortured and killed by death eaters while accompanying a group of Aurors out. His company used these stars as their symbol," Danny explained.
All eyes fell on little Christine.
She looked around the room and pointed to herself.
"You're not going to believe me, even if I told you," she said.
"Go on, tell us," urged Hermione.
Christine looked nervous and said, "I'd just like to say that this story is according to my Auntie Alice. My mom, dad, and two older brothers were Death Eaters. They served You-Know-Who for lots of years. They even moved over here so they could be closer. Anyway, when my Auntie Alice got word of it, she moved over here and started looking for his sister. She got involved with the American Ministry and met their parents. Before she could find me, You-Know-Who came to our house and got into a fight with my parents. He thought they were spies or something and he killed them and my brothers. He didn't get me, though, because my Auntie Alice came to get me earlier that day. This, she told me, is the symbol for people who want no part of You-Know-Who."
Harry, Hermione, and all the Weasleys looked at the little wizard.
"Do you want work for You-Know-Who?" asked Hermione.
"Never, I don't want any part of what happened to my parents," Christine said.
"This is what her Auntie Alice says anyway," Ashley added in a nearly inaudible undertone.
"We're not really sure of the truth," Meghan added, slightly louder.
The talk then turned to the already known Hogwarts student sitting with the group.
"What are you doing here, Gillian?" asked Hermione.
Gillian was already a Hogwarts student, a Gryffindor to be exact. She shared a dorm room with Hermione. With her dirty blond hair and blue eyes, she looked exactly like her mother. Something about her mannerisms revealed that, who ever her father was, he was not like her mother.
"I'm here with my parents," she replied with a smile.
"Who are your parents?" Ron asked.
While at school, Gillian didn't talk about her parents. As a matter of fact, she didn't talk at all. She went about her business, staying just under the detection of everyone else.
"You guys met my mom, she's been making trips through the portals," she started.
"Your mom's Madison," Harry stated.
"Then that would mean," Hermione started, "you're father's Professor Lupin."
Gillian nodded and commented, "I use my mom's maiden name, Clarke. She didn't want people to think that I was like my dad or something like that."
The shock of that statement quieted the room for a split second.
"What about werewolf bites?" Hermione asked.
Gillian rolled up the sleeve of her robe to reveal a healing bite mark.
"I got a wee bit too close to the cage and my dad bit me. He didn't mean to, really," she said.
"Then you're a werewolf too," Ron surmised.
"I've been bitten tons of times and never once have I transformed. I'm immune to the bites. My mom, who works for St. Mungo's mind you, had me tested lots of times," she explained.
The room fell silent again, until another topic caught the group's interest. "Cora, what about those elves you mentioned?" asked Ron.
"Please don't think my uncle is crazy," she said, "most people who hear about his elves think he is."
Those who didn't know Patrick agreed not to think of him as crazy.
"My uncle has this skill to open these portals or gateway type things," Cora started.
"Every wizard has some skill they are better at than all others," loudly, commented Percy.
He was upset that he was not allowed to go with the adults.
"This isn't a skill he learned at Hogwarts and it's not a skill any of my aunts or uncles have. Anyway, he can open these portals to this place called Middle Earth," Cora continued.
"But, I thought, Middle Earth was fiction, just something you read about in books," Hermione said.
"Like I told Harry before, Middle Earth is no faker than we are wizards. Anyway, my uncle can go there and that's where he met the elves. He said that they're really rare to see now because a lot of them are leaving to go west but, when there were a lot of them, they lived in these little communities in the woods." Cora finished.
"What do they look like?" asked Fred.
"House elves are quite ugly," added, his twin, George.
Cora thought for a moment and answered, "From what my uncle told me and from the little I remember, they're very, very tall and, usually, fair skinned. Most of them keep their hair long, even the guys. They all have ears that point up, not like the house elves whose ear point out. They talk like their singing but they sing a lot, too."
"You've met them before?" Hermione asked.
"They took care of me, once, when I was very little," Cora explained.
"You think we can meet them sometime," Harry asked.
Cora shrugged, unsure of the answer but having a feeling toward the positive.