Not All Muggles Are Muggles (and Salazar admits it)
Chapter IX
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Last Time:
Rowan leaves. Godric and Salazar arrive. And an interesting scheme is being put into place.
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Two bizarrely dressed men, wearing an amalgamation of styles from Britain's history post-Norman conquest, entered the Evans household. One crept, in the manner of a cartoon spy, the other simply blended into the darkness. Their presence went undetected until they found Harry's room, where they made themselves known.
Or, at least, they would have. There was a slight problem; when travelling through planes, time, and goodness knows what else, certain precautions have to be taken. Certain people have to be informed, too. Therefore, as a result of a lack of both of these things, reality sprang back into shape flinging Godric and Salazar at the feet of one rather annoyed Circe and leaving Harry still none the wiser as to the future about to befall him.
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Claudia and Petunia were drinking tea. They had never yet suffered from lack of things to say, and so they were uncomfortable. Both wished to explain that, well, the younger two boys were usually treated differently. Neither wishing to alienate their new friend, silence reigned. Eventually, Petunia, who could rarely keep her mouth shut if she had something of interest to say, nervously explained to Claudia about Harry.
In brief she highlighted that it was for his own good, kept him in line, stopped unwanted behaviour, etc..
Claudia, with relief, explained about how Rowan spoilt Mark and so it was paramount that he was treated strictly, etc..
Both knew what the other really meant. Neither really cared. Therefore when Harry went downstairs he found four very smug cousins and a horrifically long list of chores. A raised eyebrow and heartfelt sigh later, he started work.
When Mark woke that morning he remembered that his dad had left, this meant that he would get chores, and lots of them. His sisters never did, well hardly ever, and they were always the easy ones like dusting or laying the table. Despite knowing that in the long run he would have less time to do them, Mark curled up in his sheets trying not to think.
It was lunchtime when he woke up.
Panicking, he dressed, washed and ran downstairs apology on his lips when he saw no list on the door where it would usually hang. Guessing that his maman didn't want the Dursleys and Harry to find out he realised that he would have to ask, emphasizing his lateness.
When he entered the kitchen lunch was on the table and half eaten, he usually made lunch. What was going on? Seeing Harry motion to him through the window, and knowing that no one had noticed him, he when out to see Harry.
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"We've been accepted, Arthur", shouted Molly excitedly.
She had decided that the scheme was an excellent idea and had proceeded to plan and guess what would happen, getting increasingly excited.
"Of course we have, they're desperate. If the Malfoys applied they'd be accepted." Sighed Arthur.
He couldn't remember the last time she had been so – happy? Still everything in the Order was running smoothly. Three arrests so far, and two 'raids' thwarted. Casualties were lower than last time, and, bar Sirius, no Order members had been killed.
"We are going to stay with them, the leaflet says that 'at least one fully trained witch or wizard must be present in the household at all times.' There is no limit on the number of us who can go though, so that won't be too hard. They must have a very big house…"
"Great! muggle versions of the blood obsessed families, yea!"
"Try to be a little more enthusiastic Arthur," reprimanded Molly. "These people need our help."
"Fine. I have to go to work. See you later."
"I wonder what the Evans family are like?"
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"What", hissed Circe, with the full measure of cruelty she is known for injected into her voice, "is the meaning of this outrage!"
"We…er…well…yuh'see…um", stuttered a rather frightened Godric. Hell, he'd been on the wrong side of Circe before; and he hadn't enjoyed it.
"Madam…"
"Mistress, thank you!"
"Sorry…Mistress Circe, Our heir has come of age and…"
"Funny, the way you talk you'd think I cared." Spat an irate Circe.
A light feminine voice that seemed to speak right into your soul echoed around the chamber.
Her entrance distracted Circe; "Princess! I haven't spoken to you in ages!"
"My dear, I've been recovering from reincarnation."
"Why do you bother?"
"It's interesting. Anyway, once they die their soul is no less complete once you leave so no one loses out."
"How did you die?"
"Uh! Aveda Kedavra, hence15 years recovering."
"Athene and Isis! Do you think you could help me deal with these two?"
"Certainly, then I must see a couple of people. Their intervention place has nearly expired. Who are they?"
"Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor."
"Never heard of them."
"British, Middle Ages, founded a school with two incredibly unlucky women."
"Oh! Slytherin and Gryffindor, sounds vaguely… It's them! I assumed I'd have to look them up; it's so hard to remember things about previous lives. What did they do?"
"Entered a different sphere without informing me."
"Ummm. We really ought to let them go, they need to go and fetch, Isis! What's his name?, Harry from his home and bring him to a timeless plane."
"You're sure?"
"Yes, now you two must go. Time, as ever, runs short." She turned to Salazar and Godric.
Two amazed men stood disbelieving in shock. The Princess had supported them. Even witches usually had trouble getting her support, and she was notoriously feminist. Something to do with having several less powerful husbands who felt they were superior had given her a dislike to nearly all men in the universe.
By the time they had recovered, Circe and Princess had left and they resumed their task. Tonight they would get Harry.
End Chapter.
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