Shitza: (YAWN)

Tári: She's been updating like mad lately. I really do wonder how she can cooperate.

Shitza: That's easy, I haven't been eating for days.

Tári: WHAT!!!

Shitza: Seriously, you really do think I am stupid. I can't believe you have such little fate in me.

Seeeza: Maybe we should talk afterwards, your readers are reading this.

Shitza: Hem, hem. Sorry. (turns to you) Hello again, I think this has to have been one of the most crazy weeks for me, in a very long time. Four stories in such a short period of time, a record. I think I managed to write 3 new chapters in one evening, which was… exhausting. But once you start you can't let go.

Tári: Too true she can't.

Shitza: Yet I think that was just a one shot of some stupid writing energy I had there, and seeing the chapters now, well, they could have been more emotional. Oh well, I am not going to talk anymore, me, Tári and Seeeza are of to have a silent moment for all those who died in Asia. A terrible thing, really shocked us all.

NOTE: This chapter is dedicated for all the women, men and children who died or suffered from the disaster in Asia.

Disclaimer: Tári: Shitza don't own HP or the books, all though she can't wait until number six will be released. She also doesn't own Blaze, or Jaqueline Renard. She only really owns this story, and a few OC's.

Shitza

Chapter 29 Skeeter Catastrophe

A normal day at Hogwarts, which really was lessons, studying, sunlight and of course…

"Ginny Weasley, come back here this instance!!!"

Everyone turned to see Ginny sprinter down the corridor, Cassandra after her. Ginny was holding the half finished crown for Lucia in her hand. By half finished it meant that the fire behaving candles hadn't been put in, but Ginny didn't seem to mind, she seriously wanted the crown.

In the Entrance hall there hung pictures of the contestants, which had increased rapidly. Some of these contestants were of course Ginny, Hermione, Cassandra, Iris, Sabina, Parvati, Pansy, Lavender with more. The pictures really looked beautiful as every girl had taken hours of efforts to make hers look like the most beautiful. Ginny's was really good, in it she was wearing the red robe, with a gold belt around her waist. The robe did show her almost newly found heritage, as she sometimes saw herself as a bloodline of Gryffindor, which was true, but it was Ron who had inherited the powers.

Hermione also had a splendid picture, which somehow didn't look like her. her hair was straight, she was wearing a black robe with a silver belt. In the belt there was a heart formed Emerald, showing her bond with the Slytherin house. Harry knew mostly this picture was made to try to fix some of the damage between the Slytherin House, and he knew Hermione had changed from being bookworm to a powerful almost scarring sorceress. She still liked books, but mostly she was down in the Slytherin Chamber together with Draco. The real miracle was that she still was number one in almost every single class, closely followed by Cassandra.

Cassandra had a very medieval looking picture, where she had transformed her robe to look exactly like the robe Rowena Ravenclaw had used, a robe that used to have hung on a pedestal at the ridgeback mansion. She was really sure that dress had been destroyed, but she could remember every single detail on it and when you looked at the picture and then looked at another picture in a book of a painting on the founder. You could almost believe this wasn't Cassandra. Instead this was the ghost of Ravenclaw.

Most of the pictures, except for the girls' who had a connection to ay of the heirs, looked rather alike. Yet iris looked original, having the field of flowers in the background, all of them Wood Anemones. Sabina had chosen to wear a Muggle dress in her picture, which in fact was her mother's Chinese traditional dress, which had wandered down to Sabina from many generations.

The worst was Pansy's, which Harry knew would receive many votes from only looking at it. Pansy lay in a silver couch, wearing a green robe that glimmered like the stars themselves. She was also having a cobra rolling over her, a black really poisonous looking one, and as it was a moving picture you saw her kissing it. Harry felt disgusted, looking at it. But he heard some walking Slytherin's saying their vote would clearly be on Pansy. Harry prayed that she wouldn't get the role, not after having seen all the pictures and seeing that everyone else more deserved to be Lucia then Pansy.

Another thing, noticeable with the pictures was that all the heirs or the heir's girlfriends, had their powers swaying around them as they smiled and blinked. On both Cassandra's and Iris' there was a sign of wind, in Hermione there was a lake in the background, which she levitated over. In Ginny's there was two burning torches. Sabina also showed the sign, by her picture showing her in a flowering garden. Harry looked to see if there was any sign on Pansy's, but she had completely ignored Draco's symbol of water.

Harry shook his head, this would surely be an interesting competition. Just then he saw something red run past him, followed yet again by Cassandra. This time it was because Ginny had stolen the dress, or the white Nightgown they would use. The reason for all this spectacular chases was that Cassandra had been set to make both the dress and gown, but because of curiosity, or jealousy, everyone tried to steal them, so Cassandra had less time to finish all the things.

Yet just as Ginny thought she was safe at last she ran into Ron. Typical that her older brother had to be in the way. Ron gently took the things out of her hands and gave them back with a smile to Cassandra. He didn't say much, but Ginny knew it already. Her brother was hopeless these days. Maybe because he was one of the arrangers of the big day.

And so it was, all the heirs had one role at least in everything. As it was nearing Christmas, and nearing the 13th, which was the annual day of Lucia, everyone was quite busy to get finished before it was time to make the Christmas surprise in store. Hermione and Neville had been team working to get the lights right. Draco was the one who was supposed to see that everything was quiet, and still as the play would go on. Harry and Ron were at the moment completing the decorations and Blaze, who had helped them a lot, had been lurking around the castle to find all the necessary properties, which were mostly candlelights.

Harry returned to the Great hall, which had been richly decorated with fake snow, lights and more. Just then the someone was knocking at the front doors of the school. As the heirs where all busy and Blaze was the only one close to the doors, she opened.

Outside stood a middle-aged woman, wearing fool looking glasses and a handbag.

"How may I help you?" she asked politely. The woman just stared at her, before grinning and stepping outside. She opened her handbag, took out a quill and a parchment. Soon words were scribbled down, over her shoulder iris read…

After a long journey and a very rude welcome by having waited outside the gate for minutes a worthless student opened the doors to start yelling at me. Scared I had to find my way into…

Iris was shocked. Worthless student… yelling… She didn't understand a thing.

Just then the doors of the Great hall opened and Harry stepped out, talking to Draco about his stupid idea of hanging gingerbread in the ceiling. Not even the Slytherin knew where that idea came from. Then…

"Big trouble!" Harry murmured in Draco's ear. "Go and collect the others, they must come here straight away."

Harry saw Rita Skeeter, who looked like her usual self. He also noticed her quill was writing like mad, which wasn't a good sign. After minutes Draco returned, followed by the others. Ron looked like he really wanted to throw Rita out from the door. Draco surely looked disgusted. Hermione looked as if she could have cursed Rita into a horned toad. Neville looked calm, but his insides too were burning with disgust. Cassandra didn't really know what to think, having lived in Norway hadn't given her so much knowledge about Rita's articles.

Harry tried to shake of the anger inside him and went to greet her. Yet Rita didn't take his hand, instead she wrote…

These cold halls are really cursed, and no one is here to help me, not even greet me…

Harry sighed. If that was the way she wanted it she wouldn't have to expect them from being nice towards her for the rest of the day. There were some things that he could tolerate, but not this.

Just then Blaze came from the stairs. He seemed to be looking for someone, and when he spotted Harry and the others in the Entrance Hall he called for them from the top. Harry and Draco's heads turned towards him as he told them that Professor Dumbledore would immediately want to see them in his office.

Harry sighed once more before nudging all the heirs up the stairs. Rita smiled victorious, for some reason she really seemed to hate them. None of them could understand how. Yet before they completely disappeared out of frame, Draco sent a searching look telepathically and found the answer. But he didn't tell the others, not until after they had seen Dumbledore.

(Dumbledore's Office)

The Office was completely empty, which came as a surprise. The silver instruments by the wall where all dusty and it looked like no one had been cleaning for a while. On the desk lay a bunch of parchments, all from the Minister of Magic saying all these ridiculous things had to stop and that the heirs had to be banished from the Wizarding world for all future. Harry felt like throwing those parchments into the flames. Yet he showed the others, who reacted the same way as him. They had known Fudge didn't like them, but this was too much.

Just then Madam Pomfrey appeared from a room on the other side of the Office. She walked towards them a worried expression on her face. The Heirs knew why, Hermione had told them.

"I…" Madam Pomfrey began, but the others shut her up.

"We know already." They chorused before hurrying inside.

Madam Pomfrey stared at them but didn't say anything. They guessed she had been preparing a long time what to say, but now she was relieved she didn't need to come with the horrible news.

Harry was first to arrive, followed by the others. When he saw Dumbledore lying on the bed, pale white he felt tears sting behind his eyes. But he refused to let them come. Instead he waited patiently for the old man to speak. Hermione hurried to the Headmaster's side and held his hand carefully. Dumbledore had almost been like the heirs' father, and seeing him like this made them all feel heartbroken. They never knew if this were the last time they would see him alive.

The heirs stood as a half moon around his bed. Dumbledore opened an eye and smiled seeing them all together. They smiled back. Draco held his hand calmly over Hermione's shoulder as tears began to trickle down her cheeks. Cassandra was being comforted by Ron on the other.

"Have Mrs Skeeter arrived?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, professor Dumbledore. She has" Harry answered.

"Good." Was all the Headmaster said.

No one really understood what he meant. But then the old headmaster seemed to fall into a calm sleep, probably because of his old age, and his moment of peace as the potion Madam Pomfrey had given him an hour before started to take affect. They all left, thinking they shouldn't do anything to soon, just keep their eyes open and hope they could change Rita's article in some way. Yet Harry stayed, he stayed because of…

In all this time he had felt lost, and in all this time Dumbledore had been one of his closest pillars to lean on. Dumbledore gave him comfort in a way very like a grandfather. But now that Sirius had since long died, and Sirius was dead, Harry felt like he too would have wanted to die. All fear of the things that awaited him grew, he feared the darkness, and so darkness took him.

-Don't fear- a voice said deep in his heart. -Nothing stays dark forever, Harry. One day the light comes to shine and when it shines it shines clearer then ever. It's the light of the only thing no one can take from us. Hope, hope for our world, our future and us. We never saw that hope until now, remember you have lightened the hope in us. When you were born the world seemed to have shook, you symbolise light, hope and love just as Voldemort symbolise darkness, despair and hate. Go now honourable protector of the Prophecy. It will still be many days until the time has come, for fate to be decided.-

Harry had no idea who or what had spoken to him, if it maybe was his inner thoughts or his heart or the Light itself in some kind of voice. But it encouraged him.

Harry went down again, feeling slightly relived and calmed. But still, there were many things to cooperate with today. One thing was Rita Skeeter.

(26th November in Rosengard, 4am in the morning)

One small black cat jumped down from an open window in the once great castle, which now looked like a real ruin. Truth to be told almost all magic that had existed there had completely vanished and passing Muggles had spotted it and started to tear it into pieces. Voldemort had moved his Headquarters to the now completely emptied Durmstrang building. All training recruits to become death eaters had been removed to Beauxbatons, where they spent their free time destroying the French nature.

The small cat walked down the corridors, not showing interest in anything it passed. Here and there she passed signs of life, or things that once had been life. One of the rooms with ruined walls contained a chair, only slightly burnt not fully destroyed. On the chair lay a teddy bear with gleaming eyes. She jumped up on the chair and sniffed. The bear smelled old and rotten, so she jumped down again and continued.

All rooms and chambers were stuffed with dust and spider web, making a black cat look white. She continued down a broken staircase until she reached the lower dungeon.

She passed spider web and dust. Some torches hung by the walls, torches that hadn't been used for ages. She passed doors leading to classrooms and she continued towards one of them, who hadn't been closed since the escape from school.

What she was looking for was her master. It had been a long time since she last saw him, and she really wanted to return to his lap. No, her master wasn't the dark lord, her master she scented had left the castle when it had been attacked. Sneezing from all dust she went back up again and jumped down the same window she had arrived in. On the ay out she wondered if it maybe was time for her to find a new master, not having any thoughts of where her old one could be.

Luckily for her there was a passing Muggle family who took her in, not knowing about a Professor who cried, missing his old cat.

(Professor Wing's Office)

Professor Wing felt very down. After having searched for his missing keys for ages he had managed to find an old photo of him and his cat Annabelle. Annabelle had been a black furry cat he had loved for many years, being divorced, she was the only real person close to him he could talk to.

Professor Wing had been a teacher for twenty year, having taught student upon student ever since he was around twenty-five. He had since long been one of the most popular teachers at Rosengard, but when the school had been attacked he had kept a rather low profile. Until he saw an advertisement during the summer about one Wizarding school that looked after a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Not having read the Daily prophet anytime at all, he had no idea how many times the school had switched teacher. But now he knew the stories.

Yet he wasn't frightened. Nothing really scared him, except maybe the Dark Lord, yet who wasn't really scared of him. Wing sighed, he felt so alone not having his cat to stroke.

Just then his office Door opened and Cassandra ridgeback entered. She looked worried.

"Professor, I need to ask you something."

The professor nodded and they both sat down and talked. It was still early in the morning and still the castle hadn't woken up.

(Later, during breakfast)

Neville hadn't still arrived, being the one to awake Ron. Harry sat down munching on a toast, not having the appetite as usual. Hermione was reading the Daily Prophet together with Draco. Cassandra was nowhere to be found.

Just then there was a roar coming several floors above. Minutes later Neville appeared, having several scratches on his arms.

"I am glad it's Harry's turn to awake Ron tomorrow. Do you have any idea what he did. He transformed into a lion a started chasing me around the room for at least five minutes scratching me half to death."

"What did you do then, to enrage Gryffindor?" Hermione asked.

"Well, I did pour a jug of ice water over him, or else he would probably be down here by dinner this evening or something."

"Neville, you know very well there is no chance you can awake Ron with ice water unless you want to land into the Hospital Wing." Harry said.

"Do you have any advice then?" Neville asked sitting down on a chair beside him.

"Yes, charm the jug to pour the water ten minutes away from the dormitory. And then run as fast as you can."

Neville laughed. Even more minutes later Ron appeared, looking incredible sour. His hair was all ruffled and it really looked as if he was still half asleep.

Hermione gave the rest of the newspaper to Draco, she had read all the things she needed to know.

"How come they never write anything decent in this?" she asked.

"How come we didn't have any Bird Training this morning?" Draco asked.

"Don't know Draco, but I am glad we didn't. Couldn't get some sleep last night." Ron said yawning.

"No sleep, what were you doing then?" Neville asked.

"I was listening to the Rite Beetle and trying to show her out of the common room. But since we all agreed not to harm her catching her with my bare hands wasn't easy. I kept chasing her until four in the morning.

"That bitch!" Draco said. "No wonder she seems so unpopular around."

Hermione was trying to say something over and over, but after having been abruptly cut of or something like that she stood up.

"Am I completely ignored over here?!" she said.

"No, honestly Hermione, I thought you knew already what was going around. I did tell you some days ago."

Yep, so Draco had done. Once they had left Dumbledore's Office he told them about the Daily prophet that had been changing editor and the new one was in fact a Death eater. From the death eaters Draco had heard of when his father lived, he knew Robert Wilkins, the new editor, was a Death Eater."

Just then another familiar face showed up, but it wasn't Cassandra as they all hoped it would be. It was Rita, and as usual she was carrying her handbag and had her quill in her hand.

"Please, not again!" Hermione moaned. Unfortunately Rita heard that and her quill started to scribble once more on a parchment.

"Rita, one word about that and I will lock you into that trap room in the Dungeons." Draco growled. Rita abruptly took her quill and put it back into her handbag. In these past days Draco had been the only one being able to control her, in most ways. Because Rita knew if she wrote anything stupid about his girlfriend he would make sure that she had to swallow her own words brutally. Even if the other heirs hated her they didn't do anything on Dumbledore's command. But she knew Draco would do anything and ignore those commands if necessary.

Just then another person stumbled inside. Cassandra looked pale, but her smile held a victory. In her hand lay a small glass bottle filled with some strange substance.

"I found it" she said completely having forgotten about the other students in the hall.

"Found what?" Ron said running towards her.

They met half way and she breathed heavily. "I found the Elf Light." She whispered,

Ron stared at her, then looked at the bottle in her hand. Indeed there was something in it, like a liquid, which glowed in a dim light.

---Flashback---

She was young, and as many others she loved to hear stories. Her grandmother had known many stories she used to tell her. her favourite one had been about a Elf Prince and an Elf princess who through fire and smoke fought for the freedom of their love. Yet even if they fought they didn't win, but to keep their hope up a witch created a small bottle, containing the tear of a phoenix, a dragon, a centaur and a nymph. The bottle was also called the Elven Light.

---End Flashback---

I went to ask Professor wing about where he thought these kinds of stories came from. I Flooed to Greece and in the ruins of the old temples I found it. Buried deep and well hidden. But it's here, it's the light. It's the Elven Light.

The others stared at her. The whole hall seemed dead quiet, but still so it was ringing with conversations. Could this be the end of their search, or was it more to come…

TBC

To Reviewers:

Dannen: Thanks for voting, I just hope there will be more that takes time to vote. I am still in serious need of them. Hope you liked this chapter and be patient, I am typing as fast as I can up here.

midnight-fox-55: Okay, after reading your review I felt ashamed I hadn't done so many things with Ginny, and maybe it was an evil thing to do with Ron's little sister. But this fic will contain Ginny, but she won't have a real major role, sorry, she is a great character, but she won't.

robo22: I've missed you a lot, and I am really going to try to think about that, but it's not easy as my mind is currently spinning around with ideas. Not even all my notes are enough anymore for my writings. Thanks for telling me, I'll try to be a bit more careful.

To Reviewers in previous chapters:

ShaingSpear: No, it's eagle, says so in the English copy of the book chapter three, page 30. I looked it up straight afterwards. I guess you thought raven since it's Ravenclaw, but JK, from what I've read she sometimes makes names like that, you should know how Wormtail came up. Yet from all pictures on the Internet that is no raven, we have plenty of ravens that show the differences between ravens and eagles. But I'm not going to continue since so far I haven't more facts to prove it then the book itself.

End Notes: Just going to remind you all there's a vote going on, so you can vote on almost every girl around Hogwarts, still mainly I am thinking either Cassandra, Sabina, Hermione, Pansy, iris, Ginny, Parvati or Lavender. If you don't have another favourite, as I wrote above there are very many pictures on the wall.

A new chapter is coming soon, just as school is starting soon. NOOOOO, I don't want to go back yet. They don't allow us to do these kind of things and we barely have time for them either. GRRR…