CHAPTER 8
THE VOYAGE HOME
When Julius meant home, he didn't mean just the land that his house once stood, where he was part of a big, happy family. He meant the actually house that he once lived in.
"That's impossible", said Julius. Indeed, it was impossible. He had seen the house being smashed by the trolls some six years ago. "It must've been rebuilt. Yeah. That's it. Someone else is living here." The shock of seeing his house was overwhelming. It seemed impossible to him that the house could be rebuilt exactly the way it was before.
Suddenly, he heard the call of a sheep. It sounded extremely similar. Well, all sheep sounded similar, but this one sounded different. He crept closer to the house, walking as if he were on a field of glass instead of on a field of moist grass in the Scottish Highlands. The sound obviously came from the back, so he walked closer. However, once he came into a seeing distance of the source of the noise, his heart stopped for a second- it was Mary, his pet sheep.
"Mary..." sighed Julius. Julius had no doubt in his mind that it was her. She had the same shape, the same white pelt, and the same silver bell with the black leather string tied around her neck. He bent his hand down to pet her, to feel the thick wool in his hands again, but something caught him by surprise- the door opened. His instinct was to run away, but he had a desire to see if it really was his family. Once the one responsible opened the door, Julius fell down on his feet and nearly had a heart attack- it was his father, Scott.
"Oh, you hush, now", said Scott. "I'll get you some food in a minute."
"But...I'm not hungry", blurted out Julius. Indeed, he wasn't hungry. He was ready to explode! His father was gone! Dead! Vanished! Never to be seen again! Yet, he was there. Oh, how Julius had wanted just to see his face again in person....
"Here you go", said Scott in his extremely Scottish accent. He then poured a bunch of sheep food into Mary's little bin, and she ran up to it like a man escaping a nuclear explosion and began to gorge on the meal.
"Dad!" Julius exclaimed. "It's me! Julius! You're son!" However, Scott ignored his son and laughed at how messily Mary ate.
"Stop eating like a pig, woman!" exclaimed Scott. "You might become plump enough for a good meal there!" Julius had to laugh at the comment, even though his father was treating him like a fly on the wall. His father was wearing his leather Jerkin and medieval-style clothes, which meant that he was about to go to work with the dragons. His partner in business, Jean (Julius' mother) was probably eating a bowl of Extraordinary J so she could 'eat like a healthy woman', even though my father says she should eat more meat due to her line of work. If she weighed 120 pounds and she was required to make a wild Hungarian Horntail go into a giant cage, she might need to consider early retirement!
Julius, who ignored the childhood memories to try to make sense of this whole situation, looked at the calendar on the wall. It was November of 1984 the same month that his family got killed by the trolls. Suddenly, this day looked eerily familiar to him. It was November 12th, the day before the day his family was slayed by the Blackstones! What should he do? Should he tell his dad that this would be the last day he would rub oil on the hide of a Romanian Longhorn or play ball with an Antipodean Opaleye? Or should he just let history continue and have his family suffer a death at the hands of a scum sucking troll pig bastard...
"FATHER!" exclaimed Julius. "LISTEN TO ME! TOMMOROW WE ARE GOING TO DIE! WE MUST LEAVE! FATHER!" Suddenly, he heard a sheep cry, and it defiantly wasn't Mary. Then, a large object leaped upon Julius, causing him to fall down. He saw that the large object was a big, black sheep, and he heaved it off of him once he saw it was on top of him. However, an elderly man was running towards him, and the sheep began to run away from the man.
"You must stop that sheep!" exclaimed the old man. Julius then whipped out his wand and aimed it at the sheep.
"IMMOBULUS!" exclaimed Julius. Suddenly, the sheep stopped in its tracks and found out it couldn't move.
"Bless you, young man!" exclaimed the old man. The man then grabbed the sheep and picked it up, but once his eyes locked with Julius's, everything changed. Julius instantly recognized this man as Henry Proctor, the man who lived closest to Julius's family, and he must've instantly recognized Julius.
"JULIUS!" exclaimed Henry. The two then hugged and embraced each other. "I didn't know you were still alive! I thought all the Logans had perished!"
"Well, I'm glad you're wrong!" exclaimed Julius. He went down to pick up the sheep that Henry had dropped, but as he lifted up he noticed something- the house that he was just next to was gone. "That's weird."
"What's weird?" exclaimed Henry. "If something is weird in the Wizarding World, it is defiantly something worth being called weird".
"I just saw my home. The one you called 'The Logan Den'. It was there! I saw my dad feeding Mary! He was getting ready to see the dragons!"
"Just what exactly happened before you saw your home?"
"Well, I was running from vampires..."
"Vampires! Are you mental?"
"Seriously. I was running from then when I found a large, sky blue portal in a closet and jumped through it."
"Ah! You just stepped yourself though the Portal of Erised".
"The portal of Erised? What's that?"
"Well, it was made by the creators of the Mirror or Erised. It was supposed to take you to any time period that you desired, but it was faulty, for it gave you the illusion that you were in your desired time period."
"Oh. Well, how did it get in a barnyard full of vampires?"
"I know as much about that as you know about Tebos. Well, with that out of the way, would you like to have dinner with me and the family?" The offer was very tempting to Julius. The Logans were great friends of the Proctors, and he would've loved to spend a day with them, however, he had to save Cleo, and time was very much of the essence.
"I would love more than anything to stay with you for a few nights", said Julius. "However, someone I love is in grave danger, and I need transportation to Stonehenge."
"Transportation?" exclaimed Henry. "Don't you remember by Winged Horses?" Suddenly, Julius's face lightened up. Henry Proctor owned a company that sold Winged Horses to qualified riders for high prices. That would be a perfect way to get to Stonehenge in a short amount of time.
"Yes I do", said Julius. "But I'm not a certified rider."
"Do you think the Ministry will care if someone's life was in danger? COALMANE! COALMANE! COME HERE!" Suddenly, a distant object was seen in the sky, but as it got closer, Julius could make it out as a winged horse. This horse was an Aethonan, and it sported a black coat with an even blacker mane.
"I can't have Coalmane!" exclaimed Julius. "She's your pride and joy!"
"I don't give a damn", said Henry. He then lifted Julius up onto the horse, and before Julius could say or do anything he gave a whack on the horse's bottom and suddenly, the horse shot up into the air. The horse, who had a dependable personality, shot up straight in the air, and waved his head around as if he wanted to know where Julius wanted to go.
"We're going to Stonehenge", said Julius. "We're going to have a great rescue on our hands".
THE VOYAGE HOME
When Julius meant home, he didn't mean just the land that his house once stood, where he was part of a big, happy family. He meant the actually house that he once lived in.
"That's impossible", said Julius. Indeed, it was impossible. He had seen the house being smashed by the trolls some six years ago. "It must've been rebuilt. Yeah. That's it. Someone else is living here." The shock of seeing his house was overwhelming. It seemed impossible to him that the house could be rebuilt exactly the way it was before.
Suddenly, he heard the call of a sheep. It sounded extremely similar. Well, all sheep sounded similar, but this one sounded different. He crept closer to the house, walking as if he were on a field of glass instead of on a field of moist grass in the Scottish Highlands. The sound obviously came from the back, so he walked closer. However, once he came into a seeing distance of the source of the noise, his heart stopped for a second- it was Mary, his pet sheep.
"Mary..." sighed Julius. Julius had no doubt in his mind that it was her. She had the same shape, the same white pelt, and the same silver bell with the black leather string tied around her neck. He bent his hand down to pet her, to feel the thick wool in his hands again, but something caught him by surprise- the door opened. His instinct was to run away, but he had a desire to see if it really was his family. Once the one responsible opened the door, Julius fell down on his feet and nearly had a heart attack- it was his father, Scott.
"Oh, you hush, now", said Scott. "I'll get you some food in a minute."
"But...I'm not hungry", blurted out Julius. Indeed, he wasn't hungry. He was ready to explode! His father was gone! Dead! Vanished! Never to be seen again! Yet, he was there. Oh, how Julius had wanted just to see his face again in person....
"Here you go", said Scott in his extremely Scottish accent. He then poured a bunch of sheep food into Mary's little bin, and she ran up to it like a man escaping a nuclear explosion and began to gorge on the meal.
"Dad!" Julius exclaimed. "It's me! Julius! You're son!" However, Scott ignored his son and laughed at how messily Mary ate.
"Stop eating like a pig, woman!" exclaimed Scott. "You might become plump enough for a good meal there!" Julius had to laugh at the comment, even though his father was treating him like a fly on the wall. His father was wearing his leather Jerkin and medieval-style clothes, which meant that he was about to go to work with the dragons. His partner in business, Jean (Julius' mother) was probably eating a bowl of Extraordinary J so she could 'eat like a healthy woman', even though my father says she should eat more meat due to her line of work. If she weighed 120 pounds and she was required to make a wild Hungarian Horntail go into a giant cage, she might need to consider early retirement!
Julius, who ignored the childhood memories to try to make sense of this whole situation, looked at the calendar on the wall. It was November of 1984 the same month that his family got killed by the trolls. Suddenly, this day looked eerily familiar to him. It was November 12th, the day before the day his family was slayed by the Blackstones! What should he do? Should he tell his dad that this would be the last day he would rub oil on the hide of a Romanian Longhorn or play ball with an Antipodean Opaleye? Or should he just let history continue and have his family suffer a death at the hands of a scum sucking troll pig bastard...
"FATHER!" exclaimed Julius. "LISTEN TO ME! TOMMOROW WE ARE GOING TO DIE! WE MUST LEAVE! FATHER!" Suddenly, he heard a sheep cry, and it defiantly wasn't Mary. Then, a large object leaped upon Julius, causing him to fall down. He saw that the large object was a big, black sheep, and he heaved it off of him once he saw it was on top of him. However, an elderly man was running towards him, and the sheep began to run away from the man.
"You must stop that sheep!" exclaimed the old man. Julius then whipped out his wand and aimed it at the sheep.
"IMMOBULUS!" exclaimed Julius. Suddenly, the sheep stopped in its tracks and found out it couldn't move.
"Bless you, young man!" exclaimed the old man. The man then grabbed the sheep and picked it up, but once his eyes locked with Julius's, everything changed. Julius instantly recognized this man as Henry Proctor, the man who lived closest to Julius's family, and he must've instantly recognized Julius.
"JULIUS!" exclaimed Henry. The two then hugged and embraced each other. "I didn't know you were still alive! I thought all the Logans had perished!"
"Well, I'm glad you're wrong!" exclaimed Julius. He went down to pick up the sheep that Henry had dropped, but as he lifted up he noticed something- the house that he was just next to was gone. "That's weird."
"What's weird?" exclaimed Henry. "If something is weird in the Wizarding World, it is defiantly something worth being called weird".
"I just saw my home. The one you called 'The Logan Den'. It was there! I saw my dad feeding Mary! He was getting ready to see the dragons!"
"Just what exactly happened before you saw your home?"
"Well, I was running from vampires..."
"Vampires! Are you mental?"
"Seriously. I was running from then when I found a large, sky blue portal in a closet and jumped through it."
"Ah! You just stepped yourself though the Portal of Erised".
"The portal of Erised? What's that?"
"Well, it was made by the creators of the Mirror or Erised. It was supposed to take you to any time period that you desired, but it was faulty, for it gave you the illusion that you were in your desired time period."
"Oh. Well, how did it get in a barnyard full of vampires?"
"I know as much about that as you know about Tebos. Well, with that out of the way, would you like to have dinner with me and the family?" The offer was very tempting to Julius. The Logans were great friends of the Proctors, and he would've loved to spend a day with them, however, he had to save Cleo, and time was very much of the essence.
"I would love more than anything to stay with you for a few nights", said Julius. "However, someone I love is in grave danger, and I need transportation to Stonehenge."
"Transportation?" exclaimed Henry. "Don't you remember by Winged Horses?" Suddenly, Julius's face lightened up. Henry Proctor owned a company that sold Winged Horses to qualified riders for high prices. That would be a perfect way to get to Stonehenge in a short amount of time.
"Yes I do", said Julius. "But I'm not a certified rider."
"Do you think the Ministry will care if someone's life was in danger? COALMANE! COALMANE! COME HERE!" Suddenly, a distant object was seen in the sky, but as it got closer, Julius could make it out as a winged horse. This horse was an Aethonan, and it sported a black coat with an even blacker mane.
"I can't have Coalmane!" exclaimed Julius. "She's your pride and joy!"
"I don't give a damn", said Henry. He then lifted Julius up onto the horse, and before Julius could say or do anything he gave a whack on the horse's bottom and suddenly, the horse shot up into the air. The horse, who had a dependable personality, shot up straight in the air, and waved his head around as if he wanted to know where Julius wanted to go.
"We're going to Stonehenge", said Julius. "We're going to have a great rescue on our hands".