Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
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Chapter VIII: Confusion
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We where back where we started. Literally. But the trip going there is... unusual. I had brought my usual gear for the trip plus a few essentials. But nothing could prepare me for what happened next.
Let me start at the time that Luna and I left my loft. We went back to that strange pub and she led me to the back door. At first I was confused. We were in a dead end. But something strange happened when she tapped some bricks with a wand she took from her coat.
Immediately, the bricks shifted and reformed into an archway leading to an alley of what I could define as witch central. I can't believe it much less describe it.
It looked like any market place that I had been but with subtle and slight differences.
What they were selling was weird.
Did I hear right? Was that peddler selling dragon's heart? Looking at the man's merchandise, the large heart the size of a football was in a jar. Nothing unusual there. Maybe perhaps it was the SIZE of a football and was still BEATING that made it freaky.
I stopped following Luna to glare at the man. I was appalled at what he was selling or trying to sell. Was it fake?
"Leave him alone," Luna whispered in my ear, tickling me. My attention faltered to the man and focused on Luna. "Dragon hearts is an essential ingredient in potions."
"But it is still beating," I told her.
"So you believe in magic?" she asked seriously.
"Magic or not, killing a creature for the sake of potions?" I looked at her with questioning eyes. "That's insane."
"That's life," Luna said sullenly as she made to leave.
"And what of the dragon who owned that heart?" I asked her as I stepped towards the man and touched the jar containing the heart.
Suddenly, a surge of images entered my mind. A forest in the north and a dragon suffering as it roared. But I could tell that it was a weak roar. It was a roar of pain and agony. The dragon is dying.
The dragon stirred and I knew it felt my presence. His mind was in torment but tried to control its anger. Its anger towards the man who was selling its heart. The heart that I was holding.
"Are you buying?" the man asked curtly and almost nervously. "That's the finest heart there is."
"It must be," I glared at the man. "Considering the owner of this heart lies dying in a field somewhere searching for its heart." A lot of people gasped and the peddler suddenly grew anxious to leave.
"I do not know what you are talking about," he said shaking as he tried to take the heart away from me, but I was too quick for him.
"This dragon, even though you have mutilated it, tries real hard not to get angry at humans. Do you know of such dragons?" I asked Luna who, when I saw her, was gaping at me.
"Only one type of dragon is intelligent enough and kind enough to let humans near it," she said. "They are the Night Seers and they are protected." So that explained the gasps earlier. Now the peddler was getting a little agitated.
"You are mistaken," the peddler said. But clearly, he looked ready to bolt out of here.
"What's going on here?" an old man demanded. He looked tough and despite his old age he could probably take me on easily. What the? Was one of his eyes artificial? Not only that but it moved like it was scanning me. Creepy.
"Good morning, Mr. Moody," Luna said as she waved at the man.
"What's the problem?" he asked again. He had an air of authority about him and I knew he could rectify the situation.
"Sir, I believe that this man is peddling illegal merchandise and also a dragon is dying if we don't get this heart back to it," I said. The artificial eye looked at the heart and Moody had a satisfied sneer.
"This is a Night Seer heart," he said as he grabbed the peddler by the robe. Smiling at me, Moody took the heart and nodded. "I'll take care of this. You have done a good thing here, kid." Cringing at the 'kid' comment, I took out my notebook and wrote the coordinates of the dragon. The dragon told me where it was during our link.
Giving the information to Moody, he nodded his thanks and, while dragging the peddler, dashed away.
"Mad Eye's a good man although a bit paranoid," Luna said as she smiled at me. Her smile was contagious as I found myself smiling with her. "That was a nice thing."
"Was it?" I asked. "A man over a dragon. Where's the irony in that?"
"The irony was that you helped that dragon even though you don't believe in magic," she said as she held my arm and pulled me away. She must have seen me smirk for she gave a soft laugh. "Have you met one before?"
"Once," I admitted. "He gave me second degree burns."
"Where is it now?" her voice was both amused and sullen.
"Probably still guarding the tomb that I raided," I sighed. "And dragons are not magical."
"Everyone here would contest to that," she smiled. "Why are you denying magic?"
I didn't answer her. It was something that was hard to explain. Thankfully, she didn't pursue the subject further. We stopped in front of a building that I assumed was her office.
The Quibbler. Pulling me inside, Luna greeted the person in the reception desk and quickly pulled me inside, not even giving me the chance to see what was going on.
She pulled me into a room with different household items with the names of countries on top of them. She took my hand and went to a model of the pyramid and smiled at me.
"Ready?" she asked.
"For what?" instead of answering, she took my hand and we both touched the object.
A pulling sensation from my navel made me closed my eyes. It was quite an experience.
There was a moment of disorientation and I opened my eyes. I took a deep breath and noticed the dry atmosphere that I remembered. Blinking, I looked at Luna who, herself, was getting oriented.
She smiled and took a deep breath.
"Welcome to Egypt."
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End of 8
A/n: Sorry it took this long. Please review.
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Chapter VIII: Confusion
.
We where back where we started. Literally. But the trip going there is... unusual. I had brought my usual gear for the trip plus a few essentials. But nothing could prepare me for what happened next.
Let me start at the time that Luna and I left my loft. We went back to that strange pub and she led me to the back door. At first I was confused. We were in a dead end. But something strange happened when she tapped some bricks with a wand she took from her coat.
Immediately, the bricks shifted and reformed into an archway leading to an alley of what I could define as witch central. I can't believe it much less describe it.
It looked like any market place that I had been but with subtle and slight differences.
What they were selling was weird.
Did I hear right? Was that peddler selling dragon's heart? Looking at the man's merchandise, the large heart the size of a football was in a jar. Nothing unusual there. Maybe perhaps it was the SIZE of a football and was still BEATING that made it freaky.
I stopped following Luna to glare at the man. I was appalled at what he was selling or trying to sell. Was it fake?
"Leave him alone," Luna whispered in my ear, tickling me. My attention faltered to the man and focused on Luna. "Dragon hearts is an essential ingredient in potions."
"But it is still beating," I told her.
"So you believe in magic?" she asked seriously.
"Magic or not, killing a creature for the sake of potions?" I looked at her with questioning eyes. "That's insane."
"That's life," Luna said sullenly as she made to leave.
"And what of the dragon who owned that heart?" I asked her as I stepped towards the man and touched the jar containing the heart.
Suddenly, a surge of images entered my mind. A forest in the north and a dragon suffering as it roared. But I could tell that it was a weak roar. It was a roar of pain and agony. The dragon is dying.
The dragon stirred and I knew it felt my presence. His mind was in torment but tried to control its anger. Its anger towards the man who was selling its heart. The heart that I was holding.
"Are you buying?" the man asked curtly and almost nervously. "That's the finest heart there is."
"It must be," I glared at the man. "Considering the owner of this heart lies dying in a field somewhere searching for its heart." A lot of people gasped and the peddler suddenly grew anxious to leave.
"I do not know what you are talking about," he said shaking as he tried to take the heart away from me, but I was too quick for him.
"This dragon, even though you have mutilated it, tries real hard not to get angry at humans. Do you know of such dragons?" I asked Luna who, when I saw her, was gaping at me.
"Only one type of dragon is intelligent enough and kind enough to let humans near it," she said. "They are the Night Seers and they are protected." So that explained the gasps earlier. Now the peddler was getting a little agitated.
"You are mistaken," the peddler said. But clearly, he looked ready to bolt out of here.
"What's going on here?" an old man demanded. He looked tough and despite his old age he could probably take me on easily. What the? Was one of his eyes artificial? Not only that but it moved like it was scanning me. Creepy.
"Good morning, Mr. Moody," Luna said as she waved at the man.
"What's the problem?" he asked again. He had an air of authority about him and I knew he could rectify the situation.
"Sir, I believe that this man is peddling illegal merchandise and also a dragon is dying if we don't get this heart back to it," I said. The artificial eye looked at the heart and Moody had a satisfied sneer.
"This is a Night Seer heart," he said as he grabbed the peddler by the robe. Smiling at me, Moody took the heart and nodded. "I'll take care of this. You have done a good thing here, kid." Cringing at the 'kid' comment, I took out my notebook and wrote the coordinates of the dragon. The dragon told me where it was during our link.
Giving the information to Moody, he nodded his thanks and, while dragging the peddler, dashed away.
"Mad Eye's a good man although a bit paranoid," Luna said as she smiled at me. Her smile was contagious as I found myself smiling with her. "That was a nice thing."
"Was it?" I asked. "A man over a dragon. Where's the irony in that?"
"The irony was that you helped that dragon even though you don't believe in magic," she said as she held my arm and pulled me away. She must have seen me smirk for she gave a soft laugh. "Have you met one before?"
"Once," I admitted. "He gave me second degree burns."
"Where is it now?" her voice was both amused and sullen.
"Probably still guarding the tomb that I raided," I sighed. "And dragons are not magical."
"Everyone here would contest to that," she smiled. "Why are you denying magic?"
I didn't answer her. It was something that was hard to explain. Thankfully, she didn't pursue the subject further. We stopped in front of a building that I assumed was her office.
The Quibbler. Pulling me inside, Luna greeted the person in the reception desk and quickly pulled me inside, not even giving me the chance to see what was going on.
She pulled me into a room with different household items with the names of countries on top of them. She took my hand and went to a model of the pyramid and smiled at me.
"Ready?" she asked.
"For what?" instead of answering, she took my hand and we both touched the object.
A pulling sensation from my navel made me closed my eyes. It was quite an experience.
There was a moment of disorientation and I opened my eyes. I took a deep breath and noticed the dry atmosphere that I remembered. Blinking, I looked at Luna who, herself, was getting oriented.
She smiled and took a deep breath.
"Welcome to Egypt."
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End of 8
A/n: Sorry it took this long. Please review.