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Gwydion's Conservatory of Magical Arts

Chapter Eight: Of Findings

"Welcome back to England!" Ria exclaimed to the eight tired students. They

all grumbled at her.

Now you can take off the silencing spell...like you Fiona

shyly, as though she was worried that no one else would have said anything.

"Did I? When was this?"

Ummm...right after we finished building that blasted newspaper house.

Remember? You explained that we could talk to other people that aren't students

here in their heads, but they couldn't respond back.Kris said in a sarcastic tone.

"Nope sorry don't remember."

RIA!Came all eight voices at once.

"No really I don't! Don't know the counter spell. You guys better come up with that

by yourselves. There is a wizard library in Lomacet, the town just down from here.

You might want to check that out, after you have all settled in of course." There

were groans all around. Ria grinned.

"None of that, now you all must be very tired. You all have a very long day of

research ahead of you so you better get some sleep. See you in the morning!"

Knowing that they would have no luck with Ria tonight, the students headed upstairs.

Harry, for the most part was rather amused by Ria's antics, and was for some

strange reason looking forward to spending a day in the town of Lomacet with his

new friends. It had been two weeks since he had left Sirius' house, and life without

his godfather had been wonderful. Ria could be stern sometimes, and Kris and

Ondra did nag a lot, but nothing compared to what he had had to put up with in the

Chez de Noir. For the first time since he had entered the Hogwarts, there were no

immediate threats at the beginning of the year. No evil turbans, no flying cars, no

escaped convicts, and not a single fireplace had been blown up. Yep, life was finally

looking up Harry though before settling in for the night. He knew that it couldn't

last for long, but for now he was just going to enjoy himself.

"WHY HAVEN'T YOU FOUND HIM YET?!?!" Sirius yelled at the top of his

lungs. It had been two weeks nerve wrecking weeks for The Order of the Phoenix,

especially when one of its members seems to enjoy having many hysterical fits and

temper tantrums. Actually they were so often that most members just ignored the

enraged man and continued on with whatever else they had been doing at the time.

This usually proved just to provoke Sirius more. However, this time they could not

ignore the man. It was an official meeting and all of the ex-convicts ragings were

directed towards the Order member.

Why hadn't they been able to find Harry yet? Many of the order members asked

themselves the same question. He was only a fifteen-year-old wizard for Merlin's

sake! In the past Harry had been so predictable, his motives were always quite clear.

Mad Eye Moody was actually pleased that the teenager had hidden himself so well, it

showed the signs of an excellent auror. He, of course, didn't mention this to Sirius

though. Even the hardened Auror didn't want to go near Black when he got into his

'moods'.

"Sirius, please, you know that everyone is trying as hard as they can to find Harry."

Dumbledore had arrived at last. Everyone else in the order quieted down and took

their seats. But Sirius rounded on the old headmaster.

"THEN WHY HAVEN'T THEY FOUND HIM YET? IF YOU LET ME DO

SEARCHING I COULD FIND HIM FASTER THAN ANY OF THESE..."

"MR. BLACK!" Dumbledore interrupted, raising his voice slightly. "Would you

kindly take your seat now so we could continue with this meeting?"

Reluctantly the ex-convict took his seat.

"Good. Now, Nymphadora, Alastor, and Remus if you would please make your reports."

"Well he's defiantly not in Wales, even checked for his magical signature there." The now purpled haired woman responded.

"And there is no sign that he went to a different English-speaking country," Mad Eye

said gruffly. "I questioned their ministry officials my self."

Sirius' face was getting more and more crestfallen with the reports. Remus stood up

to make his report, looking a little nervously at his best friend.

"It has been reported to me from some of our Greek chapter that the magical

signature of Mr. Harry Potter has been found..."

This is HOPELESS!Nadia yelled slamming the book she had been looking in.

We might as well be trying to find the Holy Grail! There is NO information in this

library about silencing spell!

There were seven nods of agreement.

Every time I go up to the desk, to get help finding a book that looks like it will

work, I'm informed that that book is 'unavailable'.Al complained, which was rare

for him. Having once been a Ravenclaw, the lack of information that this library had

frustrated him more than the other students.

Let's take a break.Kris suggested. Everyone stared at her.

Did you just...Harry began to ask.

Yes, yes I did. Don't look at me like I just beamed down from some other planet, there's a whole town out there for us to explore!

Did Kris just...Aidan started.

Give up on a task?Nadia finished for her brother. Harry chuckled softly. They

reminded him of the Weasley twins when they did that.

Kris huffed but didn't give the twins the dignity of a response.

Then what are we waiting for?!?Ondra yelled. Let's go!

The octet scrambled from their seats in the library, not even bothering to pick up the

piles of books that they had created, though Fiona winced slightly at the mess as she

passed by it.

Do you think that we should maybe clean...

NO!Seven voices sounded at once. And that was that.

Happily the students approached the town of Lomacet. It wasn't a very large town,

with small businesses owned by local residents lining the main streets of the town.

But because of its beautiful ocean views it was quite a tourist attraction. However,

the people of Lomacet had a secret. It was the ONLY wizarding village in the

WORLD where the muggles knew of the existence of wizards, and they lived in

peace, most of the time. The town was so old that no one even remembered a time

when the muggles living there didn't know of wizards. But the secret was so well

kept that not even the Ministry of Magic knew of the magic-dwelling muggles. Ria

had already informed the students of this, so it came as no shock to them.

They headed toward a tavern that looked interesting, called the Witch's Brew. Inside,

it was nothing like Harry had ever seen before. It had the same strange mix that the

Leaky Cauldron had, but what made it even stranger was the amount of muggles

sitting at the bar, actually like the hags and goblins were nothing. There was a fairly

young man with curly brown hair by the bar who smiled at the eight of them.

"Must be the new lot up at Gwydion's. Come in, come in, there sure are an awful lot of you this year!"

The tavern was so crowded that it was hard for Harry to even get through to where

the bar tender had motioned for the group to sit. On the way he bumped into

someone knocking her (and himself) to the ground. Apologizing profusely, Harry

dusted himself off, and then turned to the person he had knocked down, to help

them up. But when he turned around he found the person was already standing up.

And she was the most beautiful girl Harry thought he had even seen in his life. She

had curly blood red hair and large blue eyes. Her robes were defiantly made from the

finest silk, and she carried herself as an aristocrat. However, the look on her face

reminded Harry of Narcissa Malfoy.

"Look where you're going! Don't you know who I am?"

/Umm...no, who are you?/ The look on her face got even nastier.

"I am Ms. Liberty Amelia Gratian...soon to be Malfoy. And there is no reason for

you to tell me who you are. I've heard stories of you from my betrothed. You're

Harry Potter."

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