Ooc: It has been ages since I have wrote on my stories:(:( Part of it is I am taking medication now, Prozac, for a movement disorder – it reaaally helps, but I have had a hard time writing since going on it :S But, I love writing, so I am going to try and get myself back into it.

I started this story ages ago, it is not compatible with HBP.

Night! And the sparkle of frost in the moonlight

Night! And the breeze of a whispered song

Night! And the crooning of timid reunion

Night! And I wait by the unending stream

Hagrid, Dumbledore, and Snape stared in varying degrees of bafflement, awe, and skepticism at the sword.

Hagrid hefted it and gave it a swing, causing Snape to jump back and curse. "You need lessons, badly." The Potions Master drawled and shook his head. The sword seemed up to the task, but Hagrid was as clumsy as ever.

"I been practicing for a month!" Hagrid insisted and swung again, cutting an unlucky hedge in two. "An' I was lookin for somethin that could prune that devil bush!" He smiled at the pile of leaves and branches. "That bush ruined three of my best shears!"

"How nice." Snape rubbed his forehead. "We will be fighting more than onery bushes, however."

"Yes, yes!" Dumbledore smiled and clapped his hands. "Magnificent!"

"Fits my grip exactly." Hagrid grinned. "I can cut down any tree with this!"

"If only there were a spell for stupidity." Snape sighed.

"Any chance we could get the next two swords soon?" Dumbledore paused to be more serious. "We need to start training with them right away. I would like to have them before the next meeting."

"I doubt it." Snape countered. "One week seemed impossible enough. This sword – it does not look as if it were easily forged."

Dumbledore squinted at the blade as Hagrid actually petted it. "No. Few blades could match it. It reminds me of a museum piece I saw when I was a boy, the 'Hand of Gaia'. It was a sword imbued with the very forces of nature and the earth, as this sword seems to be."

"I look forward to the other two swords." Snape said honestly.

"As do I." Dumbledore grinned far too brightly. "And to solving the mystery!"

"Mystery?" Snape raised a brow.

"Your mystery girl of course." Dumbledore winked. "And her powers, if things are as she claimed."

"She is not 'my girl'" Snape scowled. "Perhaps face to face I could use legilimens on her – but I got the sense it would be dangerous to approach her while she is under her fathers roof."

"No swooping to the poor damsel's rescue?" Dumbledore had the audacity to wink again."

"No." Severus turned sharply and headed back towards the castle. He had class again soon, advanced potions, and he would need his wits about him.