Hey ya'll, sorry it's taken so long, life is long and busy. I got a lead in my school musical Once Upon a Mattress, it's basically the musical version of The Princess and the Pea. But yesterday I got my wisdom teeth out...does that mean I'm not wise anymore? Lol. Tell me what you think of this chapter and then I'll know if I'm wise or not. Lol. Anyway...I haven't talked to my reviewers since chapter sixteen...wow...

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Chapter Nineteen

Funny Feeling

Harry chewed his lip frowning, glancing at the text beside him and then what he had written for his potions essay. The trio (Ron had finally forgiven him because of Hermione throwing a rather large book at him but he still sat in the seat between Harry and Hermione) had decided that all three of them would work on the potions essay together but Hermione was the only one having luck on writing more than the first sentence. Her head was bent over the paper and her quill scurrying across it, making scratching noises that filled the room. Harry and Ron glanced at each other and let out a nearly inaudible moan.

"Honestly, I don't see how you two got an Outstanding OWL in Potions if you can't even write this simple essay," she said glancing at her book before writing some more. She had pulled her bushy hair into a tight single braid that was rather thick and hung over her shoulder. Every once in a while she'd hiss at her braid as it smeared her ink. "Damn," she growled grabbing her braid and throwing it over her shoulder.

"Snape didn't write what it was supposed to be?" Ron muttered shaking his head.

"I probably just got it because I'm the Bloody-Boy-Who-Lived-And-Then-Went-Mad," Harry said pulling his glasses off and rubbing his eyes. Ron laughed as Hermione looked at him horrified. He chuckled at her face. "Made that one up myself, do you like it?"

"Kathleen has been rubbing off on you." Ron mentioned shaking his head. "Her and her nicknames. Do you think it is an American thing or just something that she does?"

"Dunno, haven't met many Americans," Harry said shrugging.

"Harry Potter you are unbelievable." Hermione said shaking her head.

"Nah, just unbeatable." Ron chided.

Harry shook his head with a half smile. "I should ask Kathleen for help on this, she knows a lot about potions."

Hermione frowned playing with her braid. "I'm not sure asking her for much of anything would be a good idea."

"Why not? She was trained at five," the red-head said staring at her.

"She seems dangerous." Hermione said as they heard door slam followed by shouting from Mrs. Black's portrait followed by cursing and then another slam.

"And Kate has left the building!" they heard a voice say with amusement.

"I'm glad you find this funny, Jack." The familiar voice of Mrs. Weasley said trying to hush the portrait. "Go do your job." Her voice said and mere seconds later the kitchen door opened and a young man walked in causing the trio to stare.

He was a tall young man who seemed to be around the trio's age with a kind look on his face but his stance held the years of training he had obviously had. His hair was a medium brown shade, one that looked remarkably similar to chocolate with a reddish tinge in it, and it was rather short, sticking up slightly around his forehead in gel-free spikes. But his eyes were what caught the attention of the group the most they were a vivid sapphire blue that held a similar twinkle that Dumbledore's usually did but what was more attention-grabbing was the fact that the blue of his eyes was encircled by a bright, rich violet, making his eyes look like the sky after a gorgeous sunrise.

Harry found his voice first. "Who are you?"

"The name's the Dark Lord Voldemort," Hermione and Ron winced but Harry didn't notice, he was staring at this man who was obviously amusing himself. "Now let me guess, you are Merlin, you must be Rowena Ravenclaw and you have to be Godric Gryffindor." Hermione and Ron glanced at each other, as Harry couldn't figure out whether to start laughing or whip out his wand and start cursing. The young man laughed. "I see English humor has not yet caught up with American jokes, I'm Jack Hunter, I know that you are Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasley—preferably called Ron."

"Er, right. So…who are you?" Harry asked cautiously.

He sat down across from Harry smiling. He waved his hand a four butterbeers appeared. "I told you Jack Hunter. You want a butterbeer? Ever since I had one I've been addicted to them." None of them moved to touch the bottles in front of them. 'Jack' sighed after taking a drink from the bottle. "They warned me you'd be persistent."

"You're working for the Order aren't you?" Hermione said, finally finding her voice.

"Beautiful and brilliant, are you use you're not supposed to be in Ravenclaw?"

A blush flushed Hermione's face as Ron's eyes set in either anger or jealousy, probably both. Harry jumped in to save this young man from Ron's wrath. "So, um, what do you want? I mean, what are you doing here?"

"I am here to explain to you my part of the new job,"

"The one that Kathleen is on?" Hermione questioned immediately.

Jack's eyes looked distant for a moment, almost like Luna's did on a daily basis. "Ah, Kate, the untamable shrew," The distant look disappeared as he took another drink from the bottle. "Yes, unfortunately, she and I will be working on the same job but have very different tasks."

Hermione shut her potions book and leaned forward slightly in her chair. "What tasks?"

He studied her. "They don't tell you much do they?"

"Nothing," Harry said shutting his own book frowning.

Jack looked amused by this. "Intelligent." The sarcasm laced on his voice held his amusement and almost sounded as if he was serious but not completely.

"I thought so. I mean, come on, lets dump the weight of the wizarding world on Harry Potter's shoulders, oh and lets not tell him anything." Harry's voice was bitter and sarcastic as well.

Jack snorted shaking his head. "Well, I assume since you know Kate that you know all about the Paladins," They nodded mutely, making a mental note to ask him later why he called her Kate and why she seemed to hate the name. "She explained everything to you?"

Ron nodded and spoke quickly, "How it got started, how she and Richard Peterson," Harry and Hermione saw the distant look in his eyes reappear but Ron went on not noticing. "Were extremely powerful and stuff, and on how he died…stuff like that."

He looked at Ron startled. "She told you how Richard died?" He nodded. "Wow. That's….strange."

"She didn't really have the choice, Snape mentioned him and she explained because she figured that we wouldn't let up till we knew, which on the whole, is true." Harry said with a slight distaste.

"Ah, yes, Severus Snape, foul greasy creature if I ever saw one. Deep into the Dark Arts that one is but he still stands in the Light. Strange really, he could be one of Voldemort's first hand-men but he works silently and doesn't call attention upon himself," Jack said making a face. "Always have to look out for those types."

For a moment they were all silent and Harry spotted him fiddling with a ring it reminded him of another ring he had seen recently. "What's that?" he asked pointing at the ring.

"Hm? Oh, it's the Paladin's ring." Jack slid it off his finger and handed it to Harry.

The other two around him leaned in to examine it more closely. The ring, being made specifically for a male, was rather thick and was gold with a opal-like stone in the middle, that is the stone had a swirling colors in it with a silver background. Plated on the stone was a small dragon rearing up with a phoenix on the other side and, strangely enough, a basilisk down the center. The Dragon had a tiny emerald gem as its eyes, the phoenix an amber gem, and the basilisk a ruby gem so tiny that they only spotted the gem because it caught the light and shined. Along the side of the ring was a word written that Harry couldn't read.

Hermione, upon seeing the word gasped, looking at him sharply. "May I?" she pulled the ring from Harry's grasp before he could answer and she squinted at it. "You are." She whispered.

Jack was smirked and Harry just felt confused. He and Ron glanced at each other. "He is what?"

"You're an Elemental aren't you?" she asked, her eyes widen with amazement.

Jack merely nodded, holding his hand out for his ring. She dropped it in his hand staring at him. "Were you trained in the Paladins? Or was it extra?" Her brow furrowed. "I…I saw the same writing on Kathleen's ring…is she one too? Is she an Elemental?"

He nodded slowly. "What the bloody hell is an elemental!" Ron exploded.

"It means that I have control over an element," Jack explained with a small smile.

"Element?" Harry frowned. "Like fire or water?"

He nodded again. "Actually exactly like that."

Hermione immediately jumped into a stream of questions. "Which element are you? How did you train to become one? How did you choose one? Is it you that choose—"

Jack interrupted her with a rumble of laughter from his throat. "My you are a questioning one, are positive you aren't supposed to be in Ravenclaw?" A blush flushed her face once more. His face turned to curiosity. "Kate didn't tell you?" They all shook their heads. Harry felt his scar twinge slightly as Jack took a sip from his butterbeer. "She and I, Ms. Granger, are perfect foes." The trio stared at him. "She and I match each other in almost every possible way, physical strength, magical strength."

Harry rubbed his scar nervously. He remembered back to when Kathleen had been explaining the Paladins. "We were the most powerful of the students in the Paladins, tied to another group," her voice echoed in his head as he rubbed his scar again. "Another group….so you're the group that she hates?" Harry asked, putting two and two together.

Jack snorted. "She told you that?"

"No. She just said that there was another group at the Paladins that she and Richard tied with."

"But she said with hate," Hermione mentioned. "Why does she hate you so much?"

Jack's peculiar colored eyes became distant. "Multitude of reasons, none of which I am willing to share." There was kindness in his voice when he spoke but he was extremely firm.

A small bit of silence passed over them. "Where's you're partner?" Ron asked glancing at the door as if expecting someone to walk in.

To all three of them it was obvious that Ron's question was the wrong thing to ask because of the harden look that appeared on his face. Jack drank more of his butterbeer before he spoke. "Before Kate disappeared, later to apparently come protect Wonder Boy here—(Harry shook his head at the nickname, smiling weakly.)—our training camp, her home, was attacked by a rather strong band of Black Wizards,"

"Black Wizards?" Hermione questioned.

Jack glanced at her. "I think you call it Dark Magic, we call it Black. It's the same difference. Anyway, I, well, I left the Paladins several years before, training without my partner, Saria. When I came back I managed to get there in the heat of battle. Saria and Kate were fighting, for once in their life, side by side. My best friend and his partner backing them up, keeping the younger, less trained kids safe."

"Kate hated your partner too?" Ron asked.

Jack nodded. "Yeah. So when I saw them fighting together it was amazing but…Kate, she," He sighed, shaking his head. "One of the men on the attack was one of the men who killed Richard."

Hermione gasped. "Oh my god." whispered Harry, knowing exactly what probably was going through her head when she had spotted the man…the same thing that goes through his head each time he thinks of Bellatrix.

"She was, for the first time in a long while, caught off guard, and hit by a few hexes and curses. She abandoned Saria as chased after him. Hector, my best friend, and his partner, Trix, were hit; protecting her as best they could with all the confusion…she was separated from the others, alone." His eyes were distant as he spoke. "Kate's battle took her back near Saria and Saria had gotten pinned down by three Black Wizards. That was when Kate had a choice, let him run or help Saria," He sighed looking back at them. "She made her choice."

"Is Saria dead?" Ron asked in shock.

"RON!" hissed Hermione hitting him over the back of the head.

Harry snorted into the back of his hand as Jack shook his head. "No. Kate locked the man in Crucio," The trio looked confused. "Saria was hit was Seni Bidum Letum. It's an extremely old but extremely painful, deadly curse. Black magic." He shook his head as he began to explain what the curse did. "The curse holds the victim in pain for exactly three days, each day the pain getting worse and then for three more days you slowly die, agonizingly. Translated roughly it means The Six Day Death." Nothing in Jack's face prepared the trio, though, for his next words. "Kate stopped the curse."

They stared at him. "Wait, what?" Harry asked shaking his head, confused.

"Kate threw a shield around Saria before attacking the wizard the old fashioned way, with physical force." Jack's fists were clenched and he was not looking at the trio. "The curse back fired but it's wave inured Saria."

"Kathleen couldn't have known—" Hermione started.

"Kate knows every Black Magic curse, she and I have known about them since we were eleven because our parents were murdered by them, not to mention the study already devoted to Defense Against Black Magic. She paralyzed Saria from the waist down for life by leaving her to chase after him."

"Saria could be dead though," Ron pointed out.

Hermione slapped him on the arm (she had made for the back of his head but he dogged it). "Ronald!"

"Geeze, 'Mione! It's true!" Ron exclaimed rubbing his arm now.

Harry agreed, rubbing his scar once more. "He's right, Jack. Kathleen may be a head strong, pain in the ass but she tried to save Saria before the curse hit her. I mean, Kathleen even tackled the man."

Jack nodded a frown on his lips as he watched Harry. "Saria and the others don't see it that way,"

"Do you?" asked Harry at the same time Hermione asked why.

He rubbed his scar once more, trying to ignore it as Jack continued, watching Harry carefully. "With all the fighting, the anti-apparation fields were down and Kate could feel that. Saria knew what spell he was about to cast so she was going to leave anyway but Kate's shield trapped her there."

"Oh," Ron said, automatically scooting away from Hermione just incase she tried to hit him again.

"You said the others a moment ago, do you believe see it that way?" asked Hermione curiously.

Jack was quiet for was seemed like forever before answering. "No. The others think at times there was malicious intent behind the shield but I can't believe that."

"Why?" Hermione asked as Harry scratched his forehead, his scar bugging him once more.

"Again, that is not something I wish to discuss with you."

"We could always ask Kathleen, she'll tell us everything." Ron muttered as the raven haired boy rubbed his forehead viciously.

Jack snorted. "That I highly doubt. Even though it seems she does she will probably never reveal this unless she must," he said with a certainty that intrigued them.

"So what element are you?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Well actually, I'm not just one."

She stared at him. "What do you mean? Merlin was one of the few Elementals that we know of and he barely mastered parts of Light and it took him decades to do that."

"Very true but he was not trained by the Ancients," Jack said sipping his butterbeer. They studied him and he shook his head. "It's a little hard to explain but I managed to master two elements, Wind and Water."

"How is that possible?" Hermione gasped.

"With a lot of training." Jack said amused.

Harry scratched his scar. Ron frowned. "What Element is Kathleen?"

"Kate?" Jack grinned. "Wind and Fire."

"Impossible! No person in the same decade can be the same element! I've read up on it, only one person each decade can master one element, but the fact that you both mastered Wind and have another element is…is…impossible."

He had a very amused look on his face. "Not impossible. Just not likely," He glanced at Harry who rubbed his scar harder, it war really starting to bother him.

Hermione caught the movement this time. "H-Harry?"

"Harry, you're not having another…Thing are you?" the red head was already moving slightly in front of Hermione as he spoke.

Harry shook his head. "No. Voldemort's not mad. He's…" He couldn't figure out what the odd feeling was. "I don't know what it is to be honest."

"Your feelings or his?" asked Jack.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you having trouble with your feelings or his?"

"His. It's like a vision wants to come through but not about pain or anything…it's almost…I can't put a word to it."

"What does it feel like, Mr. Potter?" Jack asked seriously.

Harry laughed. "Harry,"

"No Wonder Boy?" joked Ron under his breath.

Jack smirked at the red head until Harry rubbed his scar again. Hermione was on her feet in seconds. "I'm getting gone of the adults."

"No need, Ms. Granger, or would you prefer to be called Hermione?" Jack said watching Harry carefully.

"Hermione and why?"

"Harry is my responsibility now, I've been called here because I am especially skilled at building up defenses in minds and so on," The brown hair teenager looked at the savior of the wizarding world. "Harry, would you mind if I used Legilimens on you?"