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A/N: I must say some of you people are really devoted I mean last time the chapter had berley been unloaded and I get three reviews thank you and now its time for some fun welcome to the next chapter of Rise of the Dragon Lords enjoy and you know what to do down the bottom. Also I would like to say that no one ever gets use to killing unless they are a mad man like our own Voldemort.
Chapter 8: The Last Gate
Parseltongue
Telepathic
08 August 1996 13:00 PM A.D
Tonks was sitting quietly in the living room her feet tucked under her after having moved from the bedroom to make sure that no one else showed up before Harry returned.
"Any time now." Tonks said as the clock hit one o'clock. "Any time."
With a whoosh Dumbledore appeared and stepped out of the fireplace. His eyes sparkled with their normal twinkle and he cast a cleaning charm on himself as he glanced about the room and walked over to join Tonks and settled into one of the chairs next to her.
"Well, I see that he has yet to return." Dumbledore said after making a cup of tea with a wave of his wand. "You should be interested to learn that we found a suit of chain mail armour in a cave located in the Forbidden Forest. It was found thanks to the use of a locating spell keyed to Harry. Aside from the armour we also located a sword. Two heads to the sword joined at the hilt."
Tonks considered the information before she looked at Dumbledore and then turned her attention back to the painting she had done of the last Dragon Lord's symbol. "So why have you come here, Albus?" she said with a bored tone, her eyes remaining fixed on the panting.
"Well for one reason I need to know if you are in love with him and for another..." Dumbledore rummaged in a pocket within his voluptuous robes. "This was also with the armour and it was the only thing we could actually remove from the cave." Dumbledore showed Tonks a silver cloak brooch that bore the same symbol as the one depicted on the wall.
Tonks dropped her gaze to the brooch with a flash of interest and then it hit her what Dumbledore had said. "What Harry and I do in our private time is our business and of no concern to you or anyone other than us. Now would you please leave, Albus and keep the items you found in that cave safe until Harry gets back." Her eyes took on a red tint and her hair flushed a jet black while her teeth grew out into fangs with her anger at Dumbledore's audacity at trying to poke into her private life.
Dumbledore looked on as Tonks' face changed to one of hate at the man trying to pry into her private life and deciding that discretion was the better part of valour he quickly left the room. Tonks heard the whoosh of flue powder being used and snorted softly, smiling as she reflected that he had not seemed to want to face one upset Auror even if he was one of the best in duelling.
Tonks rose and moved to the fireplace, glaring at the dancing flames and then with a wicked glint in her eye waved her wand and efficiently cut the fireplace from the floo network until Harry got back.
"Any time now and Harry if you don't come back in one piece I will tear what's left of you apart and then stitch you together. With a dull needle."
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Harry was standing at the edge of what would in time become the Forbidden Forest and gazing up at the cliff that Hogwarts would be built upon in the next 1000 or so years as the sun rose above the horizon. Next to him loomed Silvenestri who now stood twice the size of a heavy horse and her horns had grow to be large enough to impale a person on. Her tail was equally as long as her body and curled elegantly around to her left side, the tip twitching in an unconscious dance. Her eyes were still starlight blue and were only now beginning to show the first changes to the mercury colour that would mark her as an adult dragon.
"Its time, my friend. Time to do what I must do before returning. Are you ready?" Harry queried the Silver Dragon standing so still beside him. His face remained unchanged, unmoved by the sight of this place which would be his first home in the future before Voldemort's second raise to power.
Silvenestri angled her elegant neck to permit her to look upon her friend and spoke in English. Her voice sounded like that of a woman into her twenties more than that of a five-year-old as she was in chronological age. There was perfect clarity to her speech, no distortion of her words despite the limitations of flexibility associated with the shape of her draconic jaw. "I am always ready, my friend. Now then, let use go and do what must be done."
Harry nodded and with the newly risen sunlight glinting off of his silver chain mail and the cloak he wore and with his sword resting within its magical folds he climb onto Silvenestri back. With a deep breath to fortify himself he took a firm but gentle hold on the leather harness he had fashioned to fit around her neck and shoulders.
Silvenestri waited until she felt Harry settle into place before turning her head to check that he had grasped the riding straps securely and assured that the was ready she almost hummed her pleasure. She loved nothing better than flying except to fly with her friend. When he gave the okay she gave a single massive upward lung and after a moment of hanging suspended in free air her wings swept down in a powerful stroke and she was air born and flying a circle around the clearing of the future Hogwarts.
Harry looked down upon the rocky ground and the surrounding forest and then contacted the dragon through his mind link with her. Ok. We go to Londinium and the last gate to the Realm of the Dead, my friend. And then we go home.
Silvenestri nodded her head just enough to let Harry know that she heard him and not enough to effect her flying. Angling her great body and spreading her wings wide she sought out and found the jet stream that would speed her flight toward the distant Roman settlement.
Harry drew a shaky breath as they headed south to Londinium and to the site of the future Ministry of Magic and the place where Sirius had fallen through the cursed gate that terrible night far in the future.
It was sunset when Harry and Silvenestri flew over Londinium. He shook his head at the settlement that was such a far cry from the metropolis that it would be in his time. It still had so much growing to do but here and now there were some small villages nestled outside the main cluster of buildings and streets that made up the town.
Harry requested that Silvenestri circle Londinium and the surrounding area until they were over one of the smallest of the villages and sensing a source of power touch his awareness he told her to land.
Silvenestri grunted an acknowledgment and angled her wings to catch the air to assist in slowing her flight and back winged to land outside of the village. Harry slid from her back and pulled his cloak hood up to hide his face as four of the villagers walked up to them. All four of them had pitchforks raised and ready in case of trouble. He watched them approach, noting the signs of nervousness that could lead to a fight if he or Silvanestri made the slightest move they might construe to be a threat. The leader was a young man not much older than Harry and the other three looked to be a little younger than their leader. All four looked ready to defend their homes, even against the might of a dragon.
"What do you want Lord?" The leader said with careful politeness though his voice quivered a little with fear at the proximity of the great silver creature. He had never been this close to a dragon and this Dragon Lord was not the doddering old man the hunters who passed through the village from time to time spoke of.
Harry looked at the leader and in a calm voice carefully without inflection motioned to the village. "I want nothing from you or your homes. I just want to get to the caves that lie under this village." After saying this Harry turned to look at Silvenestri. "My dear, you will not fit into the caves as you are I'm afraid. If you would be so kind?"
Silvenestri smiled sweetly at Harry, a terrifying view of draconic fangs for the watching villagers and then her form started to blur and shift. After a moment the dragon was gone and in its place a little girl who appeared no older than 5 winters stood before the watching men. The girl child had silver hair and a soft cream coloured skin with star light coloured eyes and she was dressed in a gown of the finest linen of a deep green colour that any noble's daughter would be delighted to own.
Harry smiled at the girl and crouch down and held his arms out and open for her as she run into them and threw her arms around his neck. "Right now there is no need for your fellow villagers to be upset with the appearance of a dragon in the neighbourhood. If there is nothing more that you people need then Silvenestri and I have much to do. We have a gate to close."
With that rather cryptic comment Harry and the now human formed Silvenestri walked past the staring villagers and into the woods. It did not take long for Harry to find the cave that he needed, guided by that instinct that drew him to powerful magic.
Drawing a deep breath as he stood at the opening into the cave Harry glanced at Silvanestri before setting her on the ground.
"There will be guardians of course. Are you ready?" he murmured.
"Always."
Harry knew that the easy part of this was the finding of the cave and that the difficult part would be in winning past whatever guardians had been set by the long dead Elves who had created the artefact he was intending to shut down. Barely had they set foot within the cave than something moved within the deep darkness and by concentrating Harry drew on the magical sight granted to him by his link with Silvanestri and the dark interior of the cave became clear in shades of grey.
Moving from alcoves cut into the rock of the cave wall were three armoured forms. Harry could sense the magic surrounding them and knew them to animated suits of armour, Elven crafted and that to proceed he must win past them.
Harry stepped away from his companion, drawing his two bladed sword and drawing the first two of the animated horrors towards him while Silvanestri danced away from him with a child like glee, her much less impressive human teeth bared in the joy of the fight about to take place.
The armour crafted Guardians each stood six feet tall and wielded Elven thin blades, the weapons resembling the more commonly used rapier in times yet to come. One moved to front the dragon child and those attacking Harry did so as a unit, timing every attack to compliment the other, the perfect team designed to combat a single enemy of great skill.
Harry cursed as a hit penetrated his guard but his armour held against the stroke and he was able to parry the second attack and return the hit against his first opponent. His blow took the Guardian in the head and with resounding force. With a metallic screech the helmet separated from the remainder of the body and was sent flying across the entry cave. The armour shuddered and sparks seemed to shed from the joints of the suit before the binding enchantment unravelled and the armour fell over and clanged to the rock floor with a deafening clatter.
Silvenestri had attempted to cast magic against the automaton and had discovered to her disgust that the construct seemed to shed her magic, being totally unaffected by the more powerful of her attempts. The only spell that seemed to have any effect upon the creature was a slowing spell that enabled her to escape from a particularly vicious two-handed strike. With a low and very unchild like curse that her magic was basically useless against the creations and with the cave being too small to take her true draconic form she could only resort to her speed and dexterity, dodging the creature until Harry was free to assist her.
Harry caught a glimpse of Silvenestri falling back from her attacker and realised that his companion was in trouble. With bared teeth he changed his defensive dance to one of offence, attacking in a flurry of blows. His defensive crouch shifted into a sliding forward motion smoothly, sword heads flashing in a quick one two sequence, working the thin blade up higher and higher. At the peak of the move, with the armours mid section exposed he took a half step back and spun the sword overhead and down in a sweep, his every movement designed to increase the momentum of the blade. He tucked an elbow tight to his waist and turned, sweeping the weapon around and with a deafening clang the magically strengthened blade cleaved into the exposed waist of the automaton. Metal screamed and sparks of magic flew as Harry cleaved the armour in two and the binding enchantment was broken. The broken Guardian clattered to the floor.
Even as he struck the Guardian the killing blow he felt a sudden sharp pain run up his spine and simultaneously Silvenestri cried out in pain. Harry spun in time to see her opponent turning to follow the dancing child, noting the blood that now coated the spiked gauntlet it wore. The thin blade was sweeping overhead toward the child and with a snarl Harry threw himself between Guardian and child.
There was no time to block the blow with his weapon and he took the hit on his armoured left shoulder. He grunted under the force of the blow, his chain mail largely taking the blow but the rings bent and indented into his shoulder. With no time to even consider the possible consequences of injury Harry took a half step back, angling himself and shifting his weapon to angle one head and managed to turn the second blow that would have taken his head from his shoulders. Grunting with the effort he spun away from the Guardian, squaring his stance and setting himself to return the battle. Silvanestri was out of harms way and he needed to set himself up to take this final Guardian down.
With his stance set Harry feinted to the Guardians right, a small smile twitched his lips as the Guardian responded with the expected block at mid height and his teeth bared as he half stepped forward, bringing the right head of his weapon toward the creatures left shoulder. The construct flashed its sword up in a block and Harry dropped his left shoulder down, the left head of his sword smacking solidly into the creature's upper thigh area. The construct staggered and in a flash Harry half turned, dragging the right head of the two-headed sword around to cleave the helmeted head from the construct. With metal screaming and magic wailing as it dissipated the Guardian collapsed in pieces to the floor.
Harry didn't miss a beat as the armour collapsed before him. Flipping the sword to his side in a guard position he spun to find where Silvanestri had gone. The cavern remained empty of monsters and relaxing he hurried to his companion's side. The child was sitting crouched against the cave wall, one hand clutched to her upper right shoulder where the darkness of blood marked the wound. Harry examined her carefully and sighed softly when it proved to be a shallow wound and not one that should cause her any distress.
With care he cleaned the wound and bound it, lightly stroking her silver tresses when he had finished and then helped her to her feet. "Next time dodge an attack, don't walk straight into it."
Silvenestri looked at Harry and with narrowed eyes poked her tongue at him. "I did dodge you just didn't see it. Now shouldn't we be going?"
Harry nodded and refrained from commenting on her cheekiness and led the way deeper into the cave, leaving three suits of armour lying on the ground and in pieces. This threat was over but there was no guarantee that there were no other guardians place at the cave to keep out intruders.
They walked for hours through a labyrinth of caves and passageways with Harry in the lead and Silvenestri following close behind him. Harry was using the strengthening level of magic to guide him through the maze and he knew that they must soon come to the Artefact that he wanted. Neither spoke, both concentrating on the many side tunnels they passed half expecting some magically crafted monster set as Guardian to leap at them.
It was almost a surprise to finally emerge into a large chamber where the walls of the cave had been smoothed by hands long gone to dust. Dominating the centre of the cavern was an archway crafted of purple coloured stone and within its framework a black shimmering distortion of light existed.
Harry stared at the arch for a long moment and a small smile stretched his lips. This was what he had sought. This was the gateway that he had to close before he could return to his own time. He stalked toward the gate, his sword still at the ready, expecting to be interrupted at any moment by Guardians but only Silvanestri moved within the cave, following closely behind him.
Harry reached the base of the archway and paused to survey the area. He realised that the area he had walked down to reach this point was a walkway, perhaps a processional. On either side of him were seats carved into the natural rock from which the archway and the isle could be clearly observed. He scowled as he saw that some of these stone seats had cushions set out within them and when he poked one with his sword he realised that they were new, not something left here in ages past. Completing his survey of the room he noted nothing else of interest and returned again to the isle between the seats.
Silvenestri huffed a small breath, bored at the inactivity. She had expected there to be fighting and perhaps some magical fireworks but there seemed to be no more guardians and why was Harry just standing there, looking around the room? If he did not do something shortly she was just going to have to do something. Maybe... what would happen if she threw a cushion through the gate?
Harry moved to stand before the gate and taking a deep steadying breath he began to chant. Raising his arms before him he flexed his fingers and began to trace an intricate pattern of runes as the words of magic flowed from him. It was time to close this portal to the land of the dead.
With a pout Silvanestri huffed and set the cushion she had picked up back on the seat.
Harry was half way through the casting of the sealing spell when a cry of rage rang through the cave. With a sigh he cast a holding spell to keep the magic he was shaping from dissipating and turned to see the source of the interruption. Three people stood at the entrance to the cave with shapes behind them suggesting more. Seven more, he was sure considering the existence of the ten cushions in the stone seats near him. As he turned to them the three moved into the cave drawing the roman cestus they carried and the leader brandishing his elaborate staff.
Harry noted two things immediately. The first was that Silvanestri was crouched low and using every bit of cover to move around to one side unseen. The second was that the staff the leader carried was crafted of intricately carved silvery coloured wood. He recognised some of those carvings as being Elven Runes of Power.
"How dare you defile this place of sacred and glorious death!" The leader spat his hate at Harry, his fine silk robes catching on a protrudance of stone and tearing with his wild gesturing. "For this you must be punished! In such a foul case of defilement there is only one fate worthy. You will be pushed through this gate and given to the dead as is the punishment for all defilers."
Harry elegantly arched an eyebrow and shrugged then drew his twin-bladed sword. A concerted gasp came from the group near the cave entrance at sight of that distinctive weapon, as it was generally known that only a Dragon Lord could and would use such a weapon. The younger followers of the cult backed toward the entrance, suddenly uncertain about-facing this single foe. The reputation of the Dragon Lords preceded them and they were reluctant to face one.
"I will give you all this one opportunity to back off and to leave this cave. Never look back. Do this or must you truly go to deaths realm so young in life?"
With barely a moments hesitation three of the younger followers ran from the cave deciding that they did not want to fight the legend that was a Dragon Lord. At this desertion their leader snarled and charged, his staff leading the way and with his example his followers gained fortitude and with weapons at the ready they charged after him.
Harry sighed and with a sidelong glance at Silvanestri where she lurked watching the proceedings he moved a few steps away from the gate and to one side and set himself for the charge. The first wild swing of the staff was effectively blocked and he tucked himself into a rolled to gain some additional space away from the gate. As he came out of the roll he spun his weapon in an overhead arc as he came up to his knees and felt the blade connect. The leader of the cult screamed as his knee met metal and went down in a flurry of silk and blood. Harry completed the movement, coming up to his feet once again and half turning to set himself for the hesitating cultists.
You may attack when ready, My Dear Harry said to Silvenestri as he blocked and dodged an incoming attack.
The childish grin of delight turned into the toothy maw of a dragon as Silvenestri blurred into her true form. From girl child to rearing silver glory in a heartbeat the Dragon surveyed her prey and with a hiss of near pleasure she sucked in a deep lung full of air and breathed a cloud of silver mist at everyone in the room.
Harry wafted a hand in front of his face, lowering the sword as he sighed. About him the seven cultists were crashing to the ground, balance disrupted as they lost control of their limbs. The dragons paralysing breath weapon had covered all those in the room and Harry smiled, knowing that his magical link to Silvanestri made him immune to her breath weapon.
Harry glanced at his companion and noting the draconic smirk he wafted the air in front of his face again. "Remind me to introduce you to peppermints when we go to my time, Dear Heart. And to a thing called tooth paste." Harry walked up to the leader of the group who was lying on the ground, the stump of his leg bleeding profusely onto the stone. "How long will he be paralysed for?"
Silvenestri smiled her toothy grin, quite pleased with herself and showing as many fangs as possible in her pleasure. "Long enough for you to finish what we came for. He'll bleed to death before he can move. Now what are peppermints?" She concentrated a moment and her child like smiling form returned.
Harry coughed softly and hesitated, uncertain quite what to say. "Sweet treats." He decided, certain that he would not need to comment on the context he had intended the mention of peppermints to take. Pulling a rag from a pocket in his cloak he tied a tourniquet around the leader's leg and turned back to the gate. He had work to finish.
"Sweet treats? Interesting. So, what about toothpaste?" the child skipped to the nearest carved seat and settled herself down to watch.
Harry glanced sideways at the dragon and flicked his eyes back to the gate and his waiting task. "Not now, Silvanestri. Later."
It was a complex spell that needed to be cast to shut the gate and it was another half an hour before Harry finished. With the last rune drawn and the final word of power uttered he lifted his eyes to the shimmering darkness in time to see that rippling blackness still to the appearance of dark glass and then a flood of fine cracks snaked across the surface. With a crack the spider web of lines widened and the glass like surface shattered.
With a satisfied if tired sigh Harry turned to survey the group of people held by Silvenestri's breath weapon. "And now people it is time for me to go. Won't be too long before you can move again so I hope you have a long and happy life and I'll see you in the after life."
Harry took two steps and then noticed the glint of silver. Crouching down he ran his fingers lightly over the Elven Staff and hefted it carefully. "Can't possibly leave something this powerful behind, now can we? It will just have to come with me."
He decided as he held the staff that the most effective means of disposing of the item would be to subject it to the more mature version of Silvenestri's breath weapon but his companion would need time to develop that ability. Until then the staff would need to be secured so that it did not fall into the wrong hands and he knew just the place and spell for that. Offering his arm in a most courtly manner from an era not yet known to these cultists he walked from the cave, Silvenestri's tiny hand resting on his and a far too large smile on her face.
It was midnight before Harry and Silvenestri made their way out of the cave and into a clearing that was large enough for Silvenestri to change back to her draconic form. For a long moment Harry stared up at the shimmering starlight, reflecting that in is own time the stars were never this bright nor the air so clear. There were some things he was going to miss when he returned.
After Silvenestri had changed into her draconic form he magically produced light and carefully checked out her shoulder and wing muscles, concerned that her wound might hamper her flight. Satisfied that the wound was minor and that she would not be further injured by flight Harry climbed onto her back.
Silvanestri looked up at the glittering star field and then arched her neck, looking over her shoulders at Harry. "So, where to now my friend?"
Harry smiled and rubbed gently at the warm scales under his hands. He thought of Tonks and the return home. 'Soon.' He thought before saying. "We return to the forest in the north first and then we will return to my home, my friend. We will go home."
Silvenestri nodded and checking the clearance on either side of her arched wings she lunged upward, her wings catching the all-important downstroke to lift them above the tree line. Arcing into a circle she steadied her flight and took her bearings, heading to the north her large silver wings beating at the air as she gained altitude and sought out any assisting currents that would speed them on their way.
It would be a long flight but a flight by moon and starlight was a pleasure, not a chore and she knew that Harry too enjoyed the beauty of the night. They enjoyed the cool of the night and its beauty and they enjoyed also the glory of the sunrise and the warmth it brought as they crossed over into the lands that in the future would become Scotland.
It took most of the day for Harry and Silvenestri to make their way back to the site where Hogwarts would be built. Silvanestri circled around the area seeking any indication that they were not alone here before landing just outside of the forest. Harry dismounted and after checking Silvenestri's wound to ensure she had not aggravated the wound by the long flight started to walk into the forest when an old man walked out of the forest and casually sauntered up to Harry and Silvenestri.
Silvanestri glared at the stranger, uncertain as she was certain that there had been no one in the area. For his part Harry watched the stranger with narrowed eyes, sensing strong magic at work.
The man was short by the measure of Harry's time, standing about 5' 3" and by his ragged cut snow-white beard and hair Harry judged him to be in his late 60's. He was dressed in ragged robes that had patches roughly sewn all over and for all his ratty appearance his face and hands were clean and the faint smell of herbs clung to him. He walked with the aid of a staff that was slightly taller than his own height and his eyes were a clear blue colour. Meeting that blue gaze Harry felt immense power and knew that he must be wary of this old one. For all of the power that he sensed though, he felt no threat and indeed felt a reassurance emanating from the man. In some subtle way he was reminded of Dumbledore.
"Well I must say that was a good show you both put on. Your task here is done now and it is time for you two to be on your way. Oh, by the way, have you worked out a means by which you can get Silvenestri to your time?"
Harry looked the man over and Silvanestri uttered a short sharp hiss and attempted to scrunch her draconic form into as small a size as possible to hide behind Harry's slender form. Tilting her head so that one eye turned side on to the old man she wriggled her tail as tightly to her legs as possible, wishing that Harry was not quite so skinny. She was sure the old man could still see her.
"I was going to sleep on it and then see what I could work out tomorrow. Unless you know something that I could do that would enable me to transport her to my time, Old Man?"
The man smiled at Harry showing clean even white teeth while he surveyed the rocks lining the clearing and chose one, taking a seat as he surveyed the hiding dragon. With a shake of his head and gentle amused smile he considered Harry with his blue eyes glinting mischief.
"Well, the only way that I know off hand is to make a deal with Death. In fact I think that's the only way it could be done. Never the less you can not stay here any longer."
As the old man had talked Silvanestri had seemed to gain more confidence and she slipped from behind Harry to settle at his side. Harry looked for a long moment at the man and then looked to Silvenestri who had taken a pose next to him much like that of the Sphinx of Egypt. Now she lowered her head and rested it close to Harry, her blue silver eyes begging for her eye ridges to be rubbed.
"Well, if it is a deal with Death that must be done then so be it. My time is limited, as you say and I will not leave her. We'll be going now, Old Man. May your years by long and prosperous."
Just as Harry took the first step the old man spoke. "I am sorry but the items you so carefully made must remain here and that includes the Elven Staff that you liberated from the hands of the cultists. I can assure you that I will ensure that no one will be able to access them until very close to your time. You will need them then and they will be waiting for you."
"Who are you?" Harry glared at the old man, suspicious.
"No one of any importance. I am merely here to assist your way in ensuring that what needs to be done, is done. After all, I am the most powerful wizard the world will ever see."
Harry stared for a long moment, finally nodding his agreement. Magic fairly radiated from the old one and the feeling that he should be trusted would not go away. With a sigh he started to unstrap the armour and remove it along with the cloak and his weapon. Stripped down to ordinary tunic and breeches he handed the items over. "I am trusting you to make sure that I get the cloak first, before the other items."
The man nodded once, decisively, and placed the cloak to one side apart from Harry's armour and weapon. "I will see to it. All must be done in order for they're to be success, young Dragon Lord. Now it is time for you both to go." He smiled at Harry and Silvenestri as a purple mist started to gather around them.
Harry nodded and sighed looking about him as the purple smoke gathered. Just as he vanished into the cloud of smoke with Silvenestri beside him he looked at the old man. "My friend and I will be back when I am needed most."
The old man sighed after both had vanished and the mist had faded and looked at the rock beside which Harry had been standing. He smiled as he noted the words the magic had carved into the stone. Harry's parting comment was forever engraved in highland granite, awaiting the arrival of the founders of an academy as yet not even a dream.
"You have my best wishes Harry James Potter."
With a quiet sigh the old man who would in later days be given the name Merlin in books of history and romance walked back into the forest. Harry's carefully created items floated along obediently behind him as he made his way into the cave where he would secure the armour and weapon for Dumbledore to find in the future and to craft a safe magic to contain and protect the staff until Harry was ready.
"All happens in good time." He whispered, a small smile on his face.
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