English Pearl
Ch: 2: Star
{A/N: I get sidetracked on the Fred & George development to move along the story a bit. This will focus more with Harry and Deniera in the next three chapters, but don't worry; I'll explain how Fred and George will be back around Hogwarts and serving up mischief when they are technically two years out of school by Chapter 5.)
Deniera settled into a room along the London waterfront. She was ill at ease with the new surroundings but could understand her parents concern for their only daughter as a war as quiet as the Cold War brewed in the heart of England. The hotel rested on the end of a wearing tunnel, leading into the soul of Diagon Alley as a cover in case of attack. The tunnel also provided Deniera a chance to spend more time in the Wizarding World than she was used to enjoying. In Taiwan, she only saw Verti Gully twice, which allowed a limited view of the customs of Wizards themselves.
Her room was small, roughly twenty feet across with a large bed dominating the room. The bathroom was a tiny 15 by 15 cube with lavatory and shower stall. 'No expense was spared here,' she thought to herself. 'But, least it be only a week.' She settled down on the bed, pulling out one of the many books she had brought along from her early trip. With the requirements and studies already completed, she figured she would get some light reading in before school would start.
She was only a page or two into her reading when a crack occurred just outside her door. She could hear a man rustling with keys as she drew her wand and rose from the bed. 'What self respecting wizard apparatus in a muggle hotel? He could be seen!' she thought desperately to herself. As she inched closer to the door, she watched the knob turn and door open to an old wizard with grey beard well down his body holding his wand out before him.
"Who are you?" She asked, holding her wand with an air of authority. 'Must not be afraid, must not be afraid.'
"Ah, Miss Talos I presume. I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am afraid I have a very unusual request to make of you." Prof. Dumbledore said quickly.
"With all due respect headmaster, please come in where the common folk won't hear of our, umm... blessed lifestyles." Deniera said with a wavering voice as she tried to usher him in.
"I cannot stay long you see Miss Talos otherwise I would not put you at such risk. But your parents are strong in their understanding of the problem at hand and I must ask if I can leave a priceless charge with you." Albus pushed forward.
"If my parents said I could handle it, I trust their judgment." She replied, embarrassed that everyone had so much faith in her.
"Splendid, I'll have hem escort it here through more traditional means. In the mean time, don't do any magic aside from the wards you already placed." He told her, before looking past her at the room she occupied. He reached into his robe and handed her a small box. "Use this to make the proper preparations; I cannot disclose what your receiving as the information is best left for your reading."
"Yes Headmaster. Good afternoon." She replied, still unsure as to what exactly she had gotten herself into.
As Prof. Dumbledore apparated away, she closed the door and pulled her pocket knife to open the package. Inside sat a note with 400 British pounds. Putting the money in her money belt she opened the note and quickly scanned the document inside.
'Dearest Denny [her parents favorite nickname for her],
Prof Dumbledore was desperate for help in putting up a boy in your age group who people are out to attack. It is vitally important to the stability of the European Wizarding world that you protect him from harm. We trust you to keep him out of sight till you depart for Hogwarts. Take the cash we managed to pull together and go down stairs. Ask to talk to Mr. Bergs. Tell him you want to rent the Suite #200. Collect the stuff and go to the Suite and wait 15 minutes. You'll receive a call from a Mr. Lupin. Tell the front attendant that you will receive them and they will arrive in your room shortly after that. Everything else you need to know will be imparted my Mr. Lupin. Don't worry luv, everything will be alright.
[A picture of a storm cloud sealed their names.]'
Denny sighed, 'I could be taking care of someone's pet dragon with the cryptology of that note.' She gathered her book, the only item she had unpacked and placed it in the box and went down to the front desk. A squeaky youth manned the desk, looked up at her from his chair. Denny patiently asked to see Mr. Berg, who quickly came out of his office.
"My parents just called. They were interested in coming to join me. They asked me to rent Suite 200, assuring me that you told them it was available. But their flight was delayed, so they won't be here till around midnight, could I please rent the room?" Denny asked pleasantly, putting on a 100 dollar smile.
"But of course Miss Talos, it will be 100 pounds." Mr. Berg, a fat, fuzzy, unkempt man said with the smile of a sleazy car salesman.
She pulled the cash out, placing it in his outstretched, sweaty palm. She took the key and her things and went wandering upstairs. Once finding room 200, she opened the door and placed her things on the table. The suite was a living room and kitchenette separate from one large bedroom with an over thick bed. It was far too expensive for its modest accommodations. She quickly reread the note, taking all the important things into account. First, she was protecting a boy. Second, he was very important and he was her age. Her mind mulled over the possibilities for a few minutes. She was jolted out of her thoughts when the phone rang, exactly 15 minutes since she set foot in her room. She lifted the receiver to her ear.
"Talos here." She told them, answering exactly like her parents would.
"It is Prof. Lupin, I hope you were expecting us." The male voice came across.
"Yes, please come on up." She told him, repeating again to the desk attendant, who seemed to grumble about the strange American having a party.
She paced slightly, realizing that her plans to learn how to play quiddich over the summer had just been put off. A small sigh, but reminded that she was doing a favor to her parents and that she should be strong for them was all she had time to think about before a rapping came to her door. She crossed the room again to open the door, looking at a haggardly man with barely pressed shirt and soft kakis being backed by a number of people she couldn't recognize from her vantage point.
"Mr. Lupin, come in." Deniera spoke as she assessed the other ten people behind him with mild surprise.
"Pleasure to meet you, though I wish it were under better circumstances." Remus began, as he shook her hand and led her past the door towards the couch. "You've been kept in the dark I see, so let me tell you what is going on."
While Remus led Denny away, Arthur Weasley, Kingsley Shackbolt, MadEye Moody, Nymph Tonks quickly surveyed the room while Harry, Ron, Hermione along with the twins and Bill all brought up the last of the conga line. Wards of protection were quickly established by the older Order members while Hermione and Ron carried the laden bags towards the kitchenette. Harry looked around with frustration in his eyes, but kept quiet like he had promised Lupin he would. 'Prisoner in yet another muggle establishment, I'm 17... When will they finally trust me to take care of myself?' Harry thought dismally to himself.
"Right now Lord Voldermort is rising back to power. In his prime, he previously was the Hitler of the English Wizarding World. He was beaten back by a young baby whose mother selflessly sacrifice to save him. Protected by this powerful aura magic, Voldermort faded into obscurity for eleven years. Once he became of age, Voldermort actively began systematic attempts to exterminate him. He has survived six years of school at Hogwarts but needs one last year to truly master the tools he will need to finally kill Lord Voldermort." Lupin stated simply
"Interesting history lesson, where do I come into play?" Denny asked, digesting the brief lesson presented to her while trying not to spy the group of red heads going through each room with their wands and setting up protective layers.
"You're being asked to protect him and make sure he makes it to Hogwarts for his seventh year. Your parents lead on to the fact that you've obtained a good deal of mastery with technology and magic and could blend both without setting off the alarms at the Misuse of Muggle artifacts division." Lupin said, watching her raised brow lower.
"Alright, does 'he' have a name?" Denny asked, looking around at the people who were close to her age.
Lupin chuckled. "You have your father's sense of business. Let me introduce everyone." He tells her, going around the room and introducing all the older people first before reaching the youths.
"These are the talented members of your class, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter." Gesturing to each in turn. "Harry is the one we are leaving to your care."
"I don't know why we don't just protect him at the Burrow." Ron said, quickly looking apologetic to Harry.
"Because we don't see everything that adults do and they hopefully have the years to support what they believe is best." Denny told Ron, her voice ringing softly of authority but didn't have the spoken down know it all aspect that Hermione's voice was famous for. "I am Deniera Talos, by the way." She offered her hand to Harry, her eyes closing in on his.
"I guess this means you won't be visiting us at the Burrow. Perhaps we can visit and you can show us the neat muggle artifacts you have manipulated into your own." Fred said with a grin
"Muggle?" Denny asked.
"Common folk Deniera, slang for common folk." Lupin assured her.
"All right now Lupin, all the pieces are in place, let's give the kids get some peace and quiet." Arthur said, rounding up his prodigies. He pulled a document, offering it to Deniera. "A list of people sympathetic to our cause, the best times for working magic when it might be overlooked, for Harry you know."
"Worst case I use my panic button." Deniera said with a smile.
"Good day you two..." Arthur said as he herded the pack out.
"Don't worry Harry, just a week." Hermione said with a reassuring smile.
"We never looked forward to school so much." Ron added.
"Finish your homework if you can!" Hermione finished as Arthur closed the door.
Ch: 2: Star
{A/N: I get sidetracked on the Fred & George development to move along the story a bit. This will focus more with Harry and Deniera in the next three chapters, but don't worry; I'll explain how Fred and George will be back around Hogwarts and serving up mischief when they are technically two years out of school by Chapter 5.)
Deniera settled into a room along the London waterfront. She was ill at ease with the new surroundings but could understand her parents concern for their only daughter as a war as quiet as the Cold War brewed in the heart of England. The hotel rested on the end of a wearing tunnel, leading into the soul of Diagon Alley as a cover in case of attack. The tunnel also provided Deniera a chance to spend more time in the Wizarding World than she was used to enjoying. In Taiwan, she only saw Verti Gully twice, which allowed a limited view of the customs of Wizards themselves.
Her room was small, roughly twenty feet across with a large bed dominating the room. The bathroom was a tiny 15 by 15 cube with lavatory and shower stall. 'No expense was spared here,' she thought to herself. 'But, least it be only a week.' She settled down on the bed, pulling out one of the many books she had brought along from her early trip. With the requirements and studies already completed, she figured she would get some light reading in before school would start.
She was only a page or two into her reading when a crack occurred just outside her door. She could hear a man rustling with keys as she drew her wand and rose from the bed. 'What self respecting wizard apparatus in a muggle hotel? He could be seen!' she thought desperately to herself. As she inched closer to the door, she watched the knob turn and door open to an old wizard with grey beard well down his body holding his wand out before him.
"Who are you?" She asked, holding her wand with an air of authority. 'Must not be afraid, must not be afraid.'
"Ah, Miss Talos I presume. I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am afraid I have a very unusual request to make of you." Prof. Dumbledore said quickly.
"With all due respect headmaster, please come in where the common folk won't hear of our, umm... blessed lifestyles." Deniera said with a wavering voice as she tried to usher him in.
"I cannot stay long you see Miss Talos otherwise I would not put you at such risk. But your parents are strong in their understanding of the problem at hand and I must ask if I can leave a priceless charge with you." Albus pushed forward.
"If my parents said I could handle it, I trust their judgment." She replied, embarrassed that everyone had so much faith in her.
"Splendid, I'll have hem escort it here through more traditional means. In the mean time, don't do any magic aside from the wards you already placed." He told her, before looking past her at the room she occupied. He reached into his robe and handed her a small box. "Use this to make the proper preparations; I cannot disclose what your receiving as the information is best left for your reading."
"Yes Headmaster. Good afternoon." She replied, still unsure as to what exactly she had gotten herself into.
As Prof. Dumbledore apparated away, she closed the door and pulled her pocket knife to open the package. Inside sat a note with 400 British pounds. Putting the money in her money belt she opened the note and quickly scanned the document inside.
'Dearest Denny [her parents favorite nickname for her],
Prof Dumbledore was desperate for help in putting up a boy in your age group who people are out to attack. It is vitally important to the stability of the European Wizarding world that you protect him from harm. We trust you to keep him out of sight till you depart for Hogwarts. Take the cash we managed to pull together and go down stairs. Ask to talk to Mr. Bergs. Tell him you want to rent the Suite #200. Collect the stuff and go to the Suite and wait 15 minutes. You'll receive a call from a Mr. Lupin. Tell the front attendant that you will receive them and they will arrive in your room shortly after that. Everything else you need to know will be imparted my Mr. Lupin. Don't worry luv, everything will be alright.
[A picture of a storm cloud sealed their names.]'
Denny sighed, 'I could be taking care of someone's pet dragon with the cryptology of that note.' She gathered her book, the only item she had unpacked and placed it in the box and went down to the front desk. A squeaky youth manned the desk, looked up at her from his chair. Denny patiently asked to see Mr. Berg, who quickly came out of his office.
"My parents just called. They were interested in coming to join me. They asked me to rent Suite 200, assuring me that you told them it was available. But their flight was delayed, so they won't be here till around midnight, could I please rent the room?" Denny asked pleasantly, putting on a 100 dollar smile.
"But of course Miss Talos, it will be 100 pounds." Mr. Berg, a fat, fuzzy, unkempt man said with the smile of a sleazy car salesman.
She pulled the cash out, placing it in his outstretched, sweaty palm. She took the key and her things and went wandering upstairs. Once finding room 200, she opened the door and placed her things on the table. The suite was a living room and kitchenette separate from one large bedroom with an over thick bed. It was far too expensive for its modest accommodations. She quickly reread the note, taking all the important things into account. First, she was protecting a boy. Second, he was very important and he was her age. Her mind mulled over the possibilities for a few minutes. She was jolted out of her thoughts when the phone rang, exactly 15 minutes since she set foot in her room. She lifted the receiver to her ear.
"Talos here." She told them, answering exactly like her parents would.
"It is Prof. Lupin, I hope you were expecting us." The male voice came across.
"Yes, please come on up." She told him, repeating again to the desk attendant, who seemed to grumble about the strange American having a party.
She paced slightly, realizing that her plans to learn how to play quiddich over the summer had just been put off. A small sigh, but reminded that she was doing a favor to her parents and that she should be strong for them was all she had time to think about before a rapping came to her door. She crossed the room again to open the door, looking at a haggardly man with barely pressed shirt and soft kakis being backed by a number of people she couldn't recognize from her vantage point.
"Mr. Lupin, come in." Deniera spoke as she assessed the other ten people behind him with mild surprise.
"Pleasure to meet you, though I wish it were under better circumstances." Remus began, as he shook her hand and led her past the door towards the couch. "You've been kept in the dark I see, so let me tell you what is going on."
While Remus led Denny away, Arthur Weasley, Kingsley Shackbolt, MadEye Moody, Nymph Tonks quickly surveyed the room while Harry, Ron, Hermione along with the twins and Bill all brought up the last of the conga line. Wards of protection were quickly established by the older Order members while Hermione and Ron carried the laden bags towards the kitchenette. Harry looked around with frustration in his eyes, but kept quiet like he had promised Lupin he would. 'Prisoner in yet another muggle establishment, I'm 17... When will they finally trust me to take care of myself?' Harry thought dismally to himself.
"Right now Lord Voldermort is rising back to power. In his prime, he previously was the Hitler of the English Wizarding World. He was beaten back by a young baby whose mother selflessly sacrifice to save him. Protected by this powerful aura magic, Voldermort faded into obscurity for eleven years. Once he became of age, Voldermort actively began systematic attempts to exterminate him. He has survived six years of school at Hogwarts but needs one last year to truly master the tools he will need to finally kill Lord Voldermort." Lupin stated simply
"Interesting history lesson, where do I come into play?" Denny asked, digesting the brief lesson presented to her while trying not to spy the group of red heads going through each room with their wands and setting up protective layers.
"You're being asked to protect him and make sure he makes it to Hogwarts for his seventh year. Your parents lead on to the fact that you've obtained a good deal of mastery with technology and magic and could blend both without setting off the alarms at the Misuse of Muggle artifacts division." Lupin said, watching her raised brow lower.
"Alright, does 'he' have a name?" Denny asked, looking around at the people who were close to her age.
Lupin chuckled. "You have your father's sense of business. Let me introduce everyone." He tells her, going around the room and introducing all the older people first before reaching the youths.
"These are the talented members of your class, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter." Gesturing to each in turn. "Harry is the one we are leaving to your care."
"I don't know why we don't just protect him at the Burrow." Ron said, quickly looking apologetic to Harry.
"Because we don't see everything that adults do and they hopefully have the years to support what they believe is best." Denny told Ron, her voice ringing softly of authority but didn't have the spoken down know it all aspect that Hermione's voice was famous for. "I am Deniera Talos, by the way." She offered her hand to Harry, her eyes closing in on his.
"I guess this means you won't be visiting us at the Burrow. Perhaps we can visit and you can show us the neat muggle artifacts you have manipulated into your own." Fred said with a grin
"Muggle?" Denny asked.
"Common folk Deniera, slang for common folk." Lupin assured her.
"All right now Lupin, all the pieces are in place, let's give the kids get some peace and quiet." Arthur said, rounding up his prodigies. He pulled a document, offering it to Deniera. "A list of people sympathetic to our cause, the best times for working magic when it might be overlooked, for Harry you know."
"Worst case I use my panic button." Deniera said with a smile.
"Good day you two..." Arthur said as he herded the pack out.
"Don't worry Harry, just a week." Hermione said with a reassuring smile.
"We never looked forward to school so much." Ron added.
"Finish your homework if you can!" Hermione finished as Arthur closed the door.