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am just a poor, penniless high school student.
"There were three talking unicorns, who told you about a bit- beast wandering around the school, and you three went to hunt it down without telling us?" Tyson asked incredulously, with an accusing tone to his voice.
Already several pairs of eyes that contained puzzled light stared down at them along the breakfast table, including those of Harry's. His olive green eyes spoke of a slight suspicion as well as questions.
"Tyson, please pipe down!" Shea said with a hint of desperation, "Do you want the entire school to know?"
Tyson lowered his voice, though not by much, "Still, how can you not tell us!"
"We decided not to tell you because we didn't plan to do anything drastic." Ray explained in a patient but weary voice, "All we wanted was to take a look and see what was out there. But apparently things didn't go as we planed."
Just then Judy walked into the great hall. She stopped before the Blade Breakers, and looked down at the group of children with an expression that's almost amused.
"Good morning." She said casually, "What did Tyson do this time?"
"Hi, mom." Max said somewhat nervously, "It's nothing, really."
She caught the secretive air and her eyes narrowed instantly. She surveyed them closely, finally her keen eyes landed on Ray, who looked weary and unfocused.
"Are you feeling all right, Ray?" She asked and put her hand on the teen's shoulder.
Ray flinched and hissed in pain involuntarily. Judy seized his wrist and rolled the sleeve up. Long, rugged cuts ran down his arms, caked in dried blood. Tyson, Max and Kenny gasped and looked him with shock and puzzlement. Judy stared down at the dark haired teen hard, then finally she sighed.
"Come, we need to get your wound cleaned up." She said in an almost painful voice, "We shall talk after that."
She led them to the hospital wing. There they washed Ray's arm and bandaged it. They were all quiet, a strange silence hovered above them as the whole thing went mechanically. Judy sat in one corner of the room, watching with patience. When it's all finished she stood up and beckoned the Blade Breakers to follow her.
"Where are we going, Professor Tate?" Shea asked timidly.
"We are going to see the head master." Judy answered without turning, "You will explain to him and me each and everything that happened."
She stopped before the statue of a gargoyle and murmured the password. The stony creature sprang aside and allowed them pass. They entered the head master's office slowly and silently. Dumbledore sat behind his desk and was writing something. Fawkes perched on a bookshelf and was now eyeing the new comers with a cranked neck.
"Judy! What brought you here in such an early hour?" Dumbledore asked brightly and put down his quill, "And I see you brought some students with you."
"Yes, head master." Judy replied coolly, "I believe they have something to tell you."
Dumbledore turned his twinkling eyes towards the Blade Breakers and asked in a curious voice, "Is that so? What do you have to tell me, then?"
The six children looked among themselves, then Shea began to tell the story. Her voice was smooth and her words brief, like what happened the night before was nothing more than a walk in the park.
Dumbledore looked down at them and surveyed each in turn when Shea finished retelling the story. He asked coolly, "Do you still have the bit- chip with you then?"
Silently Ray took his beyblade from his pocket. He wrenched the bit-chip free and put it on Dumbledore's desk. The silver-haired old man fingered the small plastic chip with mild interests before raising his eyes to the children again.
"Do you mind if I keep this?" Dumbledore asked, "I will find a safe way to get this back to your friend as quick as possible."
Ray murmured lightly, "That will be good."
Sensing that heavy, tense silence Dumbledore spoke with a smile, "You need not to worry over this, children. You did rightly."
Kai suddenly asked sharply, "Is that it? Aren't you going to tell us what you think of this whole thing at least? It is obvious Voltaire sent the monkey bit-beast wandering around the school campus. Don't you have any suspicions?"
"I have many suspicions and speculations, of course." Dumbledore replied calmly. He paused and surveyed the children before him again, and then he continued, "I will tell you of my fears. I believe the beast spirit you call Galman is sent here to weaken the defence spells around Hogwarts. I have sensed some continuous damage to the magic that shields Hogwarts, but I couldn't find the cause of it. Now I think I have found the one responsible for the crime."
Silence again. At last Rayed asked in a troubled voice, "Can you not repair those charms? Hogwarts would be vulnerable without them if an attack comes."
"I have fixed what I can." Dumbledore replied, "But some of those charms are ancient legacies that could not be so easily repaired. It will take time. And you are right, even though Hogwarts is still protected by other means, it is more vulnerable right now."
Judy straightened in her chair and her sky blue eyes now bore a steely glint. She said in a quiet voice, "If Voltaire learned that we have Galman now and no more work can be done with the defence charms he will attack soon."
"He will attack soon." Dumbledore said solemnly, "We must expect dangers to come."
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A large computer screen lit the dark, stony room. A map of London and the surrounding countryside was on the computer screen. The map was marked with various symbols. The most eye catching ones were three glowing red marks. One was located in London; another some 150 miles west of the city, in the middle of particularly nowhere; the last one was also in London, but the red mark was accompanied with a question mark. Two men sat before the computer, surveying the screen silently.
"I assume you have plans against these three locations, then." The wiry and pale man that was no other than Lord Voldemort asked.
Voltaire, who was sitting beside him, answered, "Not full plans of destruction, only a few testers to learn the strength of our opponents. We can't do much about the Ministry of Magic yet except maybe some small expeditions. It is too well guarded. We cannot attack it without further exposing ourselves. As for Hogwarts, I have sent a bit-beast under my control there. It will break down the magic that protects the castle as I commanded. Once that is done, we can launch a quick blow and see how far it will go. I still don't have the exact location of the headquarter of Dumbledore's order yet, but I have set up surveillance in all suspected places. We will find it in no time at all."
Voldemort nodded with satisfaction, "That is all very well, Voltaire."
A sudden ringing from the computer interrupted their conversation. Voltaire typed a few keys on the keyboard. The map slowly disappeared to reveal the image of a man in white lab coat.
"Sir, we have lost track of the bit-beast Galman." The scientist reported somewhat nervously.
"What?" Voltaire raged.
"I apologize, sir." The scientist said, "But the connection to the bit-beast was somehow broken and we can no longer pinpoint it."
Voltaire's face hardened and growled, "Fools! Imbeciles!"
The scientist on the screen looked frightened. But Voltaire quickly calmed and said, "If that's all, you may take your leave."
"Yes, sir." The scientist said and promptly vanished from the screen.
Voldemort turned and looked at Voltaire with a glint in his scarlet eyes. He asked, "I take that things have not go as your planed?"
"Not entirely." Voltaire replied calmly, "But enough to finish the task. You need not to worry."
"And what is your plan exactly?" Voldemort asked impatiently.
"Do you recall the device that you had perfected for me?" Voltaire said with a shifty smile, "It's time to use it. Now that the most important defence charms around Hogwarts are broken, we can get the device into the school easily. And then all you need to do is to prepare yourself for the show."
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The Blade Breakers spent the rest of the day in constant alert, but nothing out of ordinary happened. Next morning came with a sapphire blue sky and a brilliant golden sun. The beautiful weather lightened their mood somewhat and they were less tense, but Shea was not relieved. She seemed more troubled and a slight fear was in her amber eyes.
"What is wrong, Shea?" Ray asked, sensing the girl's distress.
Shea shifted uncomfortably and answered, "I sense a shadow in my mind. I feel danger approaching, even though I can not name it."
The day passed on without any sign of disaster, even though Shea could feel a strange worry gnawing her heart. Not even her friends' words could put her to ease. She passed the day fretfully.
Strange dreams came to her in the night. At first it was just blurry and broken images that made no sense to her. Flashes of a man in black with a brief case surfaced in her mind, then flashes of a strange room that seemed to be melting and reshaping over and over again. Her subconscious mind dismissed those trivial images at first, but they would not leave her. The images started to flow and slowly link themselves together.
She saw the strange room again, slowly emerging from blurry colours and lights. Then she saw a red number that reads 11:00 flash once before her eyes.
Inside the room there were some odd looking mechanisms. She saw colour coded wires and glass panes. The number flashed again, this times it reads 10:31.
There was a ticking sound, accompanied by a buzzing noise that seemed to herald disaster. The ticking sound took a mechanic rhythm; it is enough to grind anyone's nerves.
The number flashed, this time, 10:13.
One could catch the retreating back of a man in black, empty handed and seemingly satisfied. His steps were light as he strode across the dew-laden foliages.
The number appeared again, counting down now with the ticking sound: 10:04, 10:03, 10:02, 10:01.
Shea's amber eyes snapped open and she sprang up. She was in her bed, and it was very dim. Yet even surrounded by such darkness she saw the glowing red number flash before her eyes again. This time it reads 10:00.
"No!" She screamed, "This is not be happening!"
A/N: Does this count as a cliff hanger? Oh well. Anyway, I am progressing a little slower on the story now, so the updates might come a little slower. I am truly sorry about that! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! And please review still! See you all around!
"There were three talking unicorns, who told you about a bit- beast wandering around the school, and you three went to hunt it down without telling us?" Tyson asked incredulously, with an accusing tone to his voice.
Already several pairs of eyes that contained puzzled light stared down at them along the breakfast table, including those of Harry's. His olive green eyes spoke of a slight suspicion as well as questions.
"Tyson, please pipe down!" Shea said with a hint of desperation, "Do you want the entire school to know?"
Tyson lowered his voice, though not by much, "Still, how can you not tell us!"
"We decided not to tell you because we didn't plan to do anything drastic." Ray explained in a patient but weary voice, "All we wanted was to take a look and see what was out there. But apparently things didn't go as we planed."
Just then Judy walked into the great hall. She stopped before the Blade Breakers, and looked down at the group of children with an expression that's almost amused.
"Good morning." She said casually, "What did Tyson do this time?"
"Hi, mom." Max said somewhat nervously, "It's nothing, really."
She caught the secretive air and her eyes narrowed instantly. She surveyed them closely, finally her keen eyes landed on Ray, who looked weary and unfocused.
"Are you feeling all right, Ray?" She asked and put her hand on the teen's shoulder.
Ray flinched and hissed in pain involuntarily. Judy seized his wrist and rolled the sleeve up. Long, rugged cuts ran down his arms, caked in dried blood. Tyson, Max and Kenny gasped and looked him with shock and puzzlement. Judy stared down at the dark haired teen hard, then finally she sighed.
"Come, we need to get your wound cleaned up." She said in an almost painful voice, "We shall talk after that."
She led them to the hospital wing. There they washed Ray's arm and bandaged it. They were all quiet, a strange silence hovered above them as the whole thing went mechanically. Judy sat in one corner of the room, watching with patience. When it's all finished she stood up and beckoned the Blade Breakers to follow her.
"Where are we going, Professor Tate?" Shea asked timidly.
"We are going to see the head master." Judy answered without turning, "You will explain to him and me each and everything that happened."
She stopped before the statue of a gargoyle and murmured the password. The stony creature sprang aside and allowed them pass. They entered the head master's office slowly and silently. Dumbledore sat behind his desk and was writing something. Fawkes perched on a bookshelf and was now eyeing the new comers with a cranked neck.
"Judy! What brought you here in such an early hour?" Dumbledore asked brightly and put down his quill, "And I see you brought some students with you."
"Yes, head master." Judy replied coolly, "I believe they have something to tell you."
Dumbledore turned his twinkling eyes towards the Blade Breakers and asked in a curious voice, "Is that so? What do you have to tell me, then?"
The six children looked among themselves, then Shea began to tell the story. Her voice was smooth and her words brief, like what happened the night before was nothing more than a walk in the park.
Dumbledore looked down at them and surveyed each in turn when Shea finished retelling the story. He asked coolly, "Do you still have the bit- chip with you then?"
Silently Ray took his beyblade from his pocket. He wrenched the bit-chip free and put it on Dumbledore's desk. The silver-haired old man fingered the small plastic chip with mild interests before raising his eyes to the children again.
"Do you mind if I keep this?" Dumbledore asked, "I will find a safe way to get this back to your friend as quick as possible."
Ray murmured lightly, "That will be good."
Sensing that heavy, tense silence Dumbledore spoke with a smile, "You need not to worry over this, children. You did rightly."
Kai suddenly asked sharply, "Is that it? Aren't you going to tell us what you think of this whole thing at least? It is obvious Voltaire sent the monkey bit-beast wandering around the school campus. Don't you have any suspicions?"
"I have many suspicions and speculations, of course." Dumbledore replied calmly. He paused and surveyed the children before him again, and then he continued, "I will tell you of my fears. I believe the beast spirit you call Galman is sent here to weaken the defence spells around Hogwarts. I have sensed some continuous damage to the magic that shields Hogwarts, but I couldn't find the cause of it. Now I think I have found the one responsible for the crime."
Silence again. At last Rayed asked in a troubled voice, "Can you not repair those charms? Hogwarts would be vulnerable without them if an attack comes."
"I have fixed what I can." Dumbledore replied, "But some of those charms are ancient legacies that could not be so easily repaired. It will take time. And you are right, even though Hogwarts is still protected by other means, it is more vulnerable right now."
Judy straightened in her chair and her sky blue eyes now bore a steely glint. She said in a quiet voice, "If Voltaire learned that we have Galman now and no more work can be done with the defence charms he will attack soon."
"He will attack soon." Dumbledore said solemnly, "We must expect dangers to come."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A large computer screen lit the dark, stony room. A map of London and the surrounding countryside was on the computer screen. The map was marked with various symbols. The most eye catching ones were three glowing red marks. One was located in London; another some 150 miles west of the city, in the middle of particularly nowhere; the last one was also in London, but the red mark was accompanied with a question mark. Two men sat before the computer, surveying the screen silently.
"I assume you have plans against these three locations, then." The wiry and pale man that was no other than Lord Voldemort asked.
Voltaire, who was sitting beside him, answered, "Not full plans of destruction, only a few testers to learn the strength of our opponents. We can't do much about the Ministry of Magic yet except maybe some small expeditions. It is too well guarded. We cannot attack it without further exposing ourselves. As for Hogwarts, I have sent a bit-beast under my control there. It will break down the magic that protects the castle as I commanded. Once that is done, we can launch a quick blow and see how far it will go. I still don't have the exact location of the headquarter of Dumbledore's order yet, but I have set up surveillance in all suspected places. We will find it in no time at all."
Voldemort nodded with satisfaction, "That is all very well, Voltaire."
A sudden ringing from the computer interrupted their conversation. Voltaire typed a few keys on the keyboard. The map slowly disappeared to reveal the image of a man in white lab coat.
"Sir, we have lost track of the bit-beast Galman." The scientist reported somewhat nervously.
"What?" Voltaire raged.
"I apologize, sir." The scientist said, "But the connection to the bit-beast was somehow broken and we can no longer pinpoint it."
Voltaire's face hardened and growled, "Fools! Imbeciles!"
The scientist on the screen looked frightened. But Voltaire quickly calmed and said, "If that's all, you may take your leave."
"Yes, sir." The scientist said and promptly vanished from the screen.
Voldemort turned and looked at Voltaire with a glint in his scarlet eyes. He asked, "I take that things have not go as your planed?"
"Not entirely." Voltaire replied calmly, "But enough to finish the task. You need not to worry."
"And what is your plan exactly?" Voldemort asked impatiently.
"Do you recall the device that you had perfected for me?" Voltaire said with a shifty smile, "It's time to use it. Now that the most important defence charms around Hogwarts are broken, we can get the device into the school easily. And then all you need to do is to prepare yourself for the show."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Blade Breakers spent the rest of the day in constant alert, but nothing out of ordinary happened. Next morning came with a sapphire blue sky and a brilliant golden sun. The beautiful weather lightened their mood somewhat and they were less tense, but Shea was not relieved. She seemed more troubled and a slight fear was in her amber eyes.
"What is wrong, Shea?" Ray asked, sensing the girl's distress.
Shea shifted uncomfortably and answered, "I sense a shadow in my mind. I feel danger approaching, even though I can not name it."
The day passed on without any sign of disaster, even though Shea could feel a strange worry gnawing her heart. Not even her friends' words could put her to ease. She passed the day fretfully.
Strange dreams came to her in the night. At first it was just blurry and broken images that made no sense to her. Flashes of a man in black with a brief case surfaced in her mind, then flashes of a strange room that seemed to be melting and reshaping over and over again. Her subconscious mind dismissed those trivial images at first, but they would not leave her. The images started to flow and slowly link themselves together.
She saw the strange room again, slowly emerging from blurry colours and lights. Then she saw a red number that reads 11:00 flash once before her eyes.
Inside the room there were some odd looking mechanisms. She saw colour coded wires and glass panes. The number flashed again, this times it reads 10:31.
There was a ticking sound, accompanied by a buzzing noise that seemed to herald disaster. The ticking sound took a mechanic rhythm; it is enough to grind anyone's nerves.
The number flashed, this time, 10:13.
One could catch the retreating back of a man in black, empty handed and seemingly satisfied. His steps were light as he strode across the dew-laden foliages.
The number appeared again, counting down now with the ticking sound: 10:04, 10:03, 10:02, 10:01.
Shea's amber eyes snapped open and she sprang up. She was in her bed, and it was very dim. Yet even surrounded by such darkness she saw the glowing red number flash before her eyes again. This time it reads 10:00.
"No!" She screamed, "This is not be happening!"
A/N: Does this count as a cliff hanger? Oh well. Anyway, I am progressing a little slower on the story now, so the updates might come a little slower. I am truly sorry about that! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! And please review still! See you all around!
