He is Where?!
"Welcome Mr. Potter to our homely wizarding town of Paîfio! Please, it would pleasure me to make sure you have a enchanting time in our adequate township."
"Thank you Eugenio." Harry thanked profoundly. "How much do I owe you?"
Harry skimmed the vicinity in wonder. So this was the place! It was an outlandish place, as most of the roads were drowned with water and cottages scattered fields like chocolate chips in a cookie, but the rest of it was quite all right for a little town.
Sitting on the nearest thing that was usable to sit on, Harry thought about his surroundings. Why would several deatheaters want to unite here when all it gave the impression of being a pile of water, mud, timber, and grass? Maybe to lessen the chances of suspicion, that was Harry's speculation.
"Are you Mr. Potter?"
Harry flinched as a man appeared into his view.
"Oh sorry, I was thinking." Harry uttered, "I take it that you are Mr. Olaf Flynn?"
The man grinned. His words held a level, creamy accent. His hair was an entangled dark brown while his skin was heavily tanned. Harry concluded that if it wasn't for the hook-shaped scar right below his bottom lip, Olaf would have been a decently, handsome man.
"You are accurate." Olaf said. "Now we go to defeat those foul deatheaters, am I not right?"
"You are right." Harry felt puzzled. Dean had said that he would have been greeted with at least a dozen or more Romanian Aurors. What was going on?"
"Welcome to Paîfio!" Olaf said as they entered the shabby community. "One of the few wizarding towns in Romania!"
"Olaf, where are the rest of the Aurors?"
Olaf turned around. A mist of misery clung in Olaf's eyes.
"We bear very few Aurors." He said quietly. "Most have departed from this life, while the few of us meander the world for wrongdoings that need a little modification. I was the only one who could come and address you as the rest are on their travels."
"I see." Harry said. Dean must have been mistaken. But then, he never made mistakes such as this. Sure he had replaced his work papers with love letters from Charlotte, but nothing as quite as remote as this.
The two men strolled down what was evidently the main street. Harry expected the clatter of people out for a daybreak amble alongside the gleeful cries of children playing in puddles of muck and dirt. But Harry was astonished when no such sounds came up from anywhere in this little town. Something wasn't right; Harry could feel it, but what? What was wrong with this town?
Harry's answer was almost inevitability solved as about twenty people clothed in black robes descended upon them. There was only one word that came to Harry's mind at that very second, Deatheaters.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Harry watched in alarm as Olaf's eyes revolved into his head, his face draining of whatever color it had. Caving inwards, Olaf's body fell to the ground, dead before the first stone was touched.
Harry instantly pulled out his wand.
"Stupefy!" Harry shouted. Target! Harry stared as the deatheater fell to the ground, almost similar to Olaf.
But there were too many. Harry combated with several of them, but he was a ant to a thousand bees.
"STUPEFY!" one, female deatheater shrieked.
Harry collapsed, his last thought of Luna. Her glowing face beaming at him was enough to make him relax. Harry fell to the ground, not hearing the cheers of the many deatheaters, not seeing a certain, violet-robed deatheater crouch next to him. Darkness pitched into Harry's sight.
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"Luna, are you home?"
The bushy-haired woman puckered her brow. Luna rarely left the house these days, so why wasn't Luna responding to her call?
"Luna?" Hermione Malfoy entered the cottage. The aroma of something burning scented the air. Dishes rested in the sink, blanketed with grim and previous day's food. Week-old dust clouded the place. Soiled clothing plagued the rooms, a sock here, a shirt there, what the heck was wrong?"
"Luna?" Hermione entered the bedroom. Sheets and blankets were tossed onto shelves and trunks. More dirty clothing along with additional things that did not belong in a bedroom. For example, a stained cooking pan sat on top of the bookshelf, while a hammer keep cover under a blanket. Hermione rested her hand on something slimy, only to discover it was a hair- plastered bar of bathroom soap.
"Luna?" Hermione searched the room with her eyes. At last she spotted a tuff of blond hair sticking out a polka-dotted blanket.
"Luna!" Hermione pulled Luna's body out from her shelter of bedspread. Luna yawned and peeked through silt eyelids before opening them all the way.
"What are you doing here Hermione?" Luna asked groggily.
Hermione spilt the shades apart, forcing Luna to squint as she was used to the dimness in the place.
"Looks like this area needs a little pick up time." Hermione declared as she got to work folding blankets.
"Hermione!" Luna was totally alert by this point. "What's today?"
"June sixteenth."
"June sixteenth." Luna stared at her diamond wedding ring. "Oh my god, is it really? I mean it can't be."
Hermione looked up from her pile of laundry.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, her entire awareness on Luna.
Luna's face paled.
"Harry's been gone for two whole weeks." She whispered. "He was supposed to only be gone for three to five days."
The ladies watched each other intently. They didn't have to ask to know what was on the other's mind.
"Cmon." Hermione directed.
"Where are we going?" Luna asked, following her friend into the den.
Hermione stuck her hand into a cookie jar and pulled out a jade-green powder. Preparing a fire, Hermione threw the fine particles into the flames, watching carefully as the crisp auburn changed into a vivid emerald.
"Cmon Luna, we're taking a little trip." Hermione grasped Luna's hand as they entered the flames.
Luna was about to query where they were going, but didn't need to as Hermione shouted "Auror's Office".
Luna was sucked into the fireplace. Twisting, curving, Luna somehow lost Hermione along the way as she entered a world of swiftness.
As fast as it had taken place, Luna felt her journey abruptly stop. Climbing out of the hearth, Luna perceived that she was no longer at home. Maps and posters festooned the walls, books were packed into shelves and paper cluttered desks.
"Luna, Hermione....what are you ladies doing here?"
Dean shuffled over, a sign of perplexity and respect pressed into his face.
"How can I help you?"
Luna opened her mouth, but it was Hermione who did the talking.
"We haven't heard or seen of Harry for two weeks today. Have you any news of his welfare?"
Dean's face reddened.
"Come with me." He said quietly. "So we don't get interrupted."
The women pursued Dean into a room a little ways past his office. Luna heard him whisper, "Colloportus" and knew they were locked in.
"Well now," Dean grinned at Luna, but it was a moderately scrawny one and lines of weariness were scribbled across his face.
Dean handed Luna and Hermione seats before sitting in his own.
"About Harry, yes." Dean muttered. "I am afraid that we are at the same game you are at. We have not been informed from or have seen Harry for quite some time now. Yes we have been trying to make communication with Harry, but our efforts have crashed. The last place Harry was last seen was at a small village in Romania called Paîfio. Seamus and Parvati got back from their honeymoon sometime last week, so I sent Seamus onto Paîfio so he could be of some service to Harry. We acquired a notice from Seamus only two days ago saying that he has talked to everyone including the Romanian Aurors and no one has seen Harry anywhere."
Hermione and Luna gasped. Hermione's face still displayed some color but Luna's was consumed with an insipid white. She clutched Hermione's arm tightly as they listened to Dean continue of what he had to say.
"But," Dean continued, "Something abnormal happened. Yes when Seamus wrote back, he said that around the same moment that Harry had gone astray, one of their most trusted, most valued Aurors was killed. Have either of you heard the name of Olaf Flynn?"
Both ladies said no. Dean, who seemed discouraged, said, "It turns out that his body was found on the main road later on in the day Harry was supposed to have arrived. We have contacted Eugenio Deephlun, the man who took Harry into Romania, but we have yet to obtain a notice from him."
"So you're saying," Luna croaked, "that Harry has vanished into thin air?"
Dean desolately nodded.
That pushed Luna over the edge. Grasping Hermione's hand, Luna fell into a faint.
A/N: Paîfio does not exsist!!! I made it up!!! Ok?? Well hopefully you enjoyed it!!!
