As usual, I do not own the Harry Potter Characters, this is just for fun I mean no harm.

Chapter 21: The Four Muggles

Lord Voldemort spent most of his time isolated in his office, his Death Eaters practically lived in the room adjacent to it. As he sat and meditated while Wormtail engaged filing certain papers, the door to his office burst open and in came Rufus Scrimgeour, Cacius Ewing, and Arius Day. Scrimgeour's expression was furious yet tempered by a healthy respect and fear for the most powerful and evil Dark Lord in a century.

"They escaped, under cover of darkness!" shouted Ewls. "The Dementors could not find them!"

"Don't have kittens minister, we'll find them," said Voldemort who was still meditating

"How do you plan to do this?" Cacius Ewing asked. "It's broad daylight now, and there is absolutely no sign of the, we even found their hippogriff flying alone back toward England."

"We have over five hundred Dementors in the air," said Lucius Malfoy who had appeared in the doorway to the room adjacent to the office. "And over three hundred Men from our nation, not counting the wizards from other nations, scanning the earth and the skies looking for them, we will find them Minister."

"I will bring my men north to aid your search," said Scrimgeour.

"And allow them a window to move south across the Mediterranean sea?" said Voldemort. "No Minister, keep your men in Southern Europe and patrol the Mediterranean, they have to come south somehow. Now there is something further that you could do to assist my search minister, one of the members of my department has gone missing, a certain half-Giant named Artemis Gray. Perhaps you could search for him."

With this said, the expressions of both Cacius Ewing and Arius Day became extraordinarily concerned. They immediately saw right through Voldemort and understood perfectly well what had happened, they both tried to hide their concerned expressions for fear of Voldemort's reprisal taken out on them.

"And Rest assured minister," said Voldemort. "They will not escape us."

"I hope so Voldemort, for your sake," said Scrimgeour as he, Day, and Ewing left the office.

After the three men left the office, Lucius Malfoy gave a chuckle.

"He honestly thinks that you believe him to be a threat," laughed Malfoy. "Oh how delightful."

Voldemort, at that moment opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on Lucius Malfoy.

"They are traveling as muggles," said Voldemort.

"How can you tell my lord?"

"Legilimency, Lucius," said Voldemort. "I cannot pry into the mind of Harry Potter undetected, but no matter, Granger and the Reverend never even know that I'm there."

"It would make sense my lord, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were raised as Muggles, and I've done some research on the Good Reverend, his family are infamous blood-traitors in the United States, they have befriended countless Muggle families by sponsoring Mud-bloods in attending Salem Witches Institute."

"So if he wanted to, it would not be difficult for him to travel as a Muggle," said Voldemort.

"Not only so my Lord, he would also be able to travel relatively quickly and undetected."

"Then we must alter our search in order find four Wizards hiding in the Muggle world," Ordered Voldemort. "I want our best Death Eaters on this one, and Lucius…"

"Yes my Lord."

"I have a special assignment for you."

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Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Reverend Ewls, after conjuring Muggle clothing for them to wear, checked into a hotel in Sophia Bulgaria late at night. The hotel was cheap, the room, not exactly luxurious, but it was good enough to suit their purposes. It included a one single bed, in which, Harry, Ron, and Reverend Ewls immediately had Hermione lie down in. Hermione was feeling as drowsy and tired as usual but tried to put on a brave face. Reverend Ewls, Harry, and Hermione stood at her bedside; Ron held her hand as all three of them constantly prayed for her and her baby.

"How are you feeling Hermione?" asked Reverend Ewls.

"I've been better I imagine."

Reverend Ewls expression was, and had been since they checked into the hotel, grave. It was clear to Hermione that he had something to tell her. Such was odd because he rarely ever spoke to her alone, but Hermione could definitely tell for some reason that the target of what he had to say, whatever it was, was definitely her. He looked at Ron and Harry.

"Would you boys excuse us for a moment?" he asked.

Without another word, the two walked out of the room into the dimly lit hallway outside. Ewls' expression was grave, worried. What he had to tell Hermione was not going to be easy for her to stomach.

"There's something you should know Hermione," Ewls said. "I've spoken to my wife, further analysis of your Vaginal fluids indicates a very, very faint presence of other DNA."

"You mean I'm not a virgin," she said, her voice was slow, contemplative. This was something she had expected, but it was clearly not something that she desired. "I must have been raped, I would never consensually have sex with anyone, not even Ron, I'm not ready for it."

"I understand Hermione, I don't think you consented to have sex, especially with he who we know to be the father."

Seeing Reverend Ewls' face, and suddenly remembering the recurrent dreams she had been having throughout the course of the year, she now could make a guess as to who the father could be. That being said, she did not want to believe that such was the case. How could she love the son of Voldemort? How could she go through such immense pain and suffering for the child of the most evil wizard in history?

In addition, although she had guessed before that she was raped, it was now confirmed, how could she love her child in light of this? She was confused, she did not know what to think, and yet, her mind and heart were sure, made up, finalized; she did love her baby, more still than Ron. She loved her baby, who his father was, and the undoubtedly violent way she conceived did not change that. None of it was, she reasoned, the baby's fault. Although she could now guess as to who the father was, she still did not want to believe it.

"Who is the father?"

Rev. Ewls was obviously afraid to tell her, his expression was one of uncertainty, "Hermione you were assaulted by Lord Voldemort," tears now filled Hermione's eyes, not tears of disbelieve but tears of sadness and resignation. Ewls could not, but continue. "He must have cast several charms to ensure that you would conceive, and that you wouldn't remember a thing, that your child would be a boy, and that we wouldn't find out. Probably because you are of Muggle birth, he wanted you to suffer as well, so he fused your central nervous system with that of the baby's."

"Why me?" she asked, tears now falling freely from her eyes. "Why would he do this to me?"

"The ministry fears you now, more than it does him," Ewls explained. "They have given him a full pardon, in return for his promise to help them find us. They played right into his hands. You probably were chosen because you were so close to Harry Potter, and all of this is a wonderful way to get him, the chosen one, the only one who could truly defeat him, out in the open."

Hermione was now resigned to her lot. She still loved her child, but she could not help wishing that she did not know this about him, as if she had discovered that her son was responsible for some horrible crime. Her thoughts turned back to the ministry and Voldemort, away from her son.

"We've got to stop him, Reverend," she said. "With Voldemort holding a position on the ministry of magic, there's no telling what might happen."

"We will stop him," Reverend Ewls comforted. "Right now my wife and professor McGonagall are trying to get a message to the ministry, once Voldemort's plan is unraveled, the war will resume, and we will have significantly less trouble getting to Israel."

In addition to her tears, she began to sniff and sob. Her eyes bore an expression of shame.

"Reverend," she began. "I've caused so much pain, you've killed people for me, for my baby, for Voldemort's baby. I feel it selfish, it seems so selfish of me to still love him," her hands grasped her stomach, "to still want him so much I…"

"Hermione, you have acted admirably in the face of absolutely unspeakable pressures, none of which were your fault," Ewls interrupted. "It is not selfish to love your baby, the people who hunt us are in the wrong. I do not fault them personally for their ethical mistakes, but your baby is innocent, and we can say for sure now that he's probably not the antichrist. There is no wrong in what you… in what we have done." Reverend Ewls took her hand into his and knelt down beside her. "And I am glad that you still love your child, I know a great deal of women who could not say that after being raped, you are a very unique and ethical person, and I thank God that I have the honor of knowing you."

A small smile grazed Hermione's lips through her tears. She continued…

"Reverend, there was a dream."

"A dream?"

"I've been having it recurrently, it makes sense now. I'm walking in a Dark corridor at Hogwarts at night, there's a door in the corridor, when I walk inside, I see myself giving birth and a dark figure with me. Later in the dream Lucius Malfoy tries to stop me from escaping. The dark figure, whom I think is Voldemort repeatedly tells me to look at the child. I've been having this dream for… well for months actually, in fact I think I've been having it sense we came back to school."

Ewls nodded.

"Dreams can often reveal truths hidden deep within us," he said. His eyes turned to the ring which she now wore on her left-hand ring-finger. "I see you've gained a new piece of Jewelry since we left, congratulations."

Hermione beamed as she too beheld what she considered to be an absolutely gorgeous ring, even though in terms of economics, it was probably not the most high-class engagement ring that had ever existed.

"Thank you, I just hope it happens, I've always dreamed of my wedding day, a beautiful white dress, a flower in my hair, and Ron waiting to meet me at the end of the aisle." Her tears suddenly became more intense. "Sad having a dream that you know might not come true isn't it."

Reverend Ewls smiled, his expression was absolutely positive and sympathetic.

"Why is it sad to hope?" he asked. "Sometimes hope is all we have. Right now I'm hoping that no harm will come to my family, but God's plan is a great mystery, and things may not always turn out the way we want them to, but at the end of the day, all will be as he wills it."

Hermione's tears began to subside as her expression became philosophically questioning.

"How can you believe so strongly?" she asked, her voice bearing a subtle hint of respect. "How can you believe in a God that kills children? That makes them suffer? That condemns billions of those whom he claims are his children to a fiery place of torment? I'll never understand that about you, or Harry, or Ron."

Ewls answered without hesitation, his expression was not his usual powerful one but one of empathy. "Hermione, I don't believe that God condones evil, and I don't believe that God's will is responsible for those terrible things that you mentioned, but I do have faith that things happen for a reason that is greater than anything of which I can conceive. I want my children alive and safe, but I know that if such turns out not to be the case, they will be in God's care in Paradise."

"And what of those who don't believe? What about me? Am I going to hell?"

Ewls gave a shrug, "I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"That's right, I don't know." Ewls continued. "I can't say for sure that you will go to hell, just like I can't say for sure that my children will go to heaven. God will judge you based upon the secret thoughts and intents of your heart Hermione, those things I can never know. But I will tell you that I'm not entirely convinced about the existence of an eternal hell."

"What about all of the verses in the bible clearly condemning non-believers?"

Ewls did pause for a second to consider this, but only for a split second before responding.

"The man who baptized me once told me that when trying to interpret a verse that is hard to understand, never interpret it in a way that contradicts what you already know for sure. On the basis of what I know about God, the hell that most Muggle Christians believe in simply does not work. I will tell you this though, I strongly encourage you to believe, to accept Christ as your savior, he will show you peace, not the peace that the world gives, but the peace that passes all understanding. You are not under grace at this time, so while I don't think there is an eternal hell, I do believe that if you were to die you must confront your sins Hermione, even if that were not eternal, I know from experience, that that is hell. The realization, the torture, the knowledge that you have gone wrong. We all have gone wrong, Hermione, all have sinned, and all have fallen short of the glory of God, but there is forgiveness in Christ, there mercy and peace if you believe."

Hermione's were now tears of philosophical realization. She did believe in something, maybe not exactly what he was saying but she definitely believed in something. Reverend Ewls could see it inside of her, a spirit that had been awakened in her soul, the same spirit that had been awaked in Harry's soul just before he came to believe. Reverend Ewls had been a minister for too long not to recognize it. She, however, could not give in. To her, it was a battle of wits, a competition, and she would not give Reverend Ewls the satisfaction of knowing that he was right.

"I don't believe Reverend," she said. "And I'm not sure that I ever can."

Ewls nodded and shrugged.

"Like the rest of us then, you are in the hands of God."

Ewls gave Hermione a kiss on her forehead, he then stood and left the room, joining Harry and Ron in the hallway outside of the room. After he left, the door opened again, this time, Ron entered. Upon arriving at the bed, Ron slowly got into bed with Hermione, placing his arm comfortingly around her waste, stroking her stomach.

"Hi,"

"Hi,"

"Hermione, when I gave you the ring…" Ron began slightly nervous, "…you weren't exactly fully conscious, and I must know…"

"Have I accepted it?"

"I was scared when you told me that I was too late, I thought about how what a right git I'd been, I was such a coward. I still worry that…"

Hermione's hand touched his face comfortingly, she smiled.

"If I didn't want to marry you Ron, I would have taken it off."

With this, Ron gave a huge smile, he rested in the knowledge that he and Hermione both now recognized each other as fiancé. Though he tried to convince himself that Hermione would make it, in truth he was not sure. He was, however, comforted in the belief that had been ingrained in him since his baptism at the beginning of the school year, that whatever happened, all things work together for good for those who love God.

"I wanted to be with you, ever since our third year, when I realized I had feelings for you, that's why I was so nasty to you at times," Hermione said. "I was scared, but I knew even then that you were the one for me, and I know that you're scared too, I don't forgive you, there's nothing to forgive, there's no shame in it. Know this though, I am yours, as long as you will have me."

Ron's eyes filled with tears, the two shared a long, gentle kiss, and after pulling apart eyed each other directly, with expressions of the deepest attachment.

"Then I guess when this is all over," said Ron. "We have a wedding to plan."

With this, Hermione's expression once again became serious. She had to tell him about her son, he had a right to know. Though this prospect definitely made her nervous as she had no clue how he would take it, would he leave her? Would he not be able to love the child? Considering the Ron she had grown up with, there was a slight possibility that he would not be able to find it in himself to love her child anymore.

"There's one more thing that you should know," she began. "Reverend Ewls just told me…"

"That Voldemort's the father," Ron began, his face looked down in a look of sorrowful resignation, it was clear that he was definitely bothered by this. "Hermione, this baby is not responsible for what his biological father has done. I only hope that his real father can raise him properly."

Ron's facial expression was one of honest self doubt. It was not fear, he had, in fact, after the one incident where he expressed his disbelief at Hermione's not being able to remember who the father was, never expressed fear at the prospect of becoming a father, only excitement. His expression now bore witness to exactly how he felt. He doubted his ability to be a good father, to raise him as a Christian parent should. Hermione saw straight through this.

"Ron, you'll be a spectacular father," Hermione comforted. "Come now, our train leaves for Istanbul at 8:00 tomorrow, we have to get some sleep."

While Ron and Hermione now tried to go to sleep in their Room, Harry and reverend Ewls stood in the dimly lit hallway outside. The smell was absolutely putrid, a combination of raw food, human feces, and vomit. The sounds emanating from the various rooms were not exactly holy, a combination of obvious physical intimacy and arguments in Slavic languages. In midst of this, Harry and Ron managed to converse.

"I think I'm beginning to understand the concept of detachment Reverend," Harry said. "It's weird, when we first left I was so worried that we weren't going to make it, now I realize that in some odd sort of way it doesn't matter whether or not we make it, does that make any sense?"

Ewls nodded. "I don't necessarily think that God wills us to fail, nor do I think, as I'm sure I must have mistakenly sounded to Hermione, that God wills that my family be put in danger, rather I think that his will shall be accomplished in our failures as well as our triumphs; all things work together…"

"…'for good to those who love God, Romans 8:28'."

"Your knowledge of scripture is progressing quite impressively."

"I also found what I think amounts to an answer to the problem of hell."

"Oh have you?"

"Luke 23:34, Jesus prays for those who crucify him."

Reverend Ewls smiled as he nodded and quoted "'Father forgive them, for they know not, what they do.' Get some sleep Harry. I'll wake you up in about two hours for your watch. If it's all the same to you, I'd like not to disturb the lovebirds tonight; you and I will take the watches."

"Agreed. Good night Reverend."

"Good night Harry."

The night went on without incident, early the next day, the four boarded a muggle train to Istanbul in Turkey. They were not exactly traveling with the best accommodations, but they could not complain. For the first time since their journey began, the four seemed relaxed, for days they had not seen Dementors, Death Eaters, or Aurors trying to kill them. The atmosphere of their seats on the train was jovial, light-hearted, even comical as the four traded jokes. Even Hermione was, in spite of her continued physical illness, in good spirits.

Their good spirits were maintained until they arrived at their hotel, and Reverend Ewls decided to leave them there in order to journey to the airport and purchase their tickets. They chose this particular hotel because of its closeness to the airport. It was significantly nicer than the one at which they stayed in Sophia, however it also was still not exactly five stars.

Reverend Ewls' trip to the airport was seemingly taking him longer than it should have, Hermione was beginning to get worried as she lay atop one of two beds, with Ron at her side comforting her, trying to appear calm.

"He's been gone too long," said Hermione.

"Don't worry Hermione," said Harry. "He'll be back."

"It's been over three hours!"

"They won't find us as Muggles," Ron said in an attempt to comfort Hermione.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that Ron," said Harry. "But don't worry, Reverend Ewls will return."

As soon as Harry finished saying this, the door burst open loudly. Hermione screamed, emerging from the hallway was Reverend Ewls, causing the three others, who had now drawn their wands to give a sigh of relief.

"Everyone, we have to move."

"What is it?" asked Harry, as Ron was now helping Hermione to her feet.

"I have a feeling that I've been spotted."

"Where are we going?" asked Hermione.

"Another hotel, at the other side of Istanbul."

"Do we have enough money?" Asked Ron.

"Oh this place will be cheap, its not exactly in the best part of Istanbul, but I have four plane tickets to Jerusalem, come now, let's move."

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Professor McGonagall had attempted to maintain the atmosphere at Hogwarts as normal as she could make it. Though the students all chattered about Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Reverend Ewls' daring escape from the clutches of the ministry of magic, and how the ministry is so worried about Hermione's child that they even turned to you-know-who. McGonagall feared that the school would be shut down at any moment, as parents all over the country were quite convinced that Voldemort was about to take absolute power.

The day before Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Reverend Ewls were to catch their flight to Jerusalem, three men arrived at Hogwarts without Professor McGonagall's immediate knowledge; they were Avery, Augustus Rockwood, and Lucius Malfoy. Much to the utter fright of the students who recognized them, the three moved about the school in broad daylight in the open, confident in their full pardons by the ministry. They were looking for one person as they entered the hospital wing. Healer Ewls emerged from her office to greet them.

"Can I help you gentlemen?" she asked.

"Excuse me, Healer Ewls?" asked Avery.

"Yes."

"Amanda Nicole Creek Ewls?" asked Augustus Rockwood for confirmation.

"Yes."

"You will come with us please," said Avery.

"Where are we going?"

"The Ministry of Magic," responded Lucius Malfoy.

Immediately upon hearing his voice, she recognized him. Ewls looked directly at him, his long hair and pale face were unmistakable to her.

"Lucius Malfoy, long time," said Healer Ewls.

"Indeed, tell me how is the good Reverend? You must have been speaking to him through transcendence. And what's with you attempting to get a message to Arthur Weasley, you know a ban has been placed on communications not explicitly authorized by the Ministry of Magic."

After Malfoy said this, Professor McGonagall entered the room and stood beside Healer Ewls.

"Ah, Professor McGonagall," said Malfoy. "You will accompany us as well, we're taking you to the ministry of magic."

"Are we under arrest?" asked McGonagall, her voice reeking with frustration. "And if so for what charge?"

"We will discuss that when we arrive at the ministry," said Rockwood.

"We know our rights, Augustus and…"

"Don't quote the law to me mud-blood lover," said Lucius Malfoy as he slung back a part of his cloak, revealing a sheathed sword similar to that of Reverend Ewls' which clung to his belt. He pulled the sword out of its sheath and stood at a standoff position facing both McGonagall and Healer Ewls. As Lucius drew this sword, Rockwood and Avery drew their wands "This isn't the time for that."

Two loud voice suddenly came from the entrance to the hospital wing, "Expelliarimus!"

The wands in the unsuspecting hands of Avery and Rockwood flew out of their grasps. McGonagall and Healer Ewls drew their wands and turned to the entrance to see Thaddeus and Theo Ewls running through the Hospital wing, positioning themselves a few feet away from Avery and Rockwood, holding their wands at them.

"Insolent boys, you know that my sword makes your wands obsolete."

At that moment, Ginny Weasley, joined by Elliot and Rachel Ewls came running into the Hospital wing.

"Stupefy!" shouted Ginny.

"No!" shouted Elliot at the same time as she began her incantation.

Before he could stop her, a red spark was hurled from Ginny's wand to Lucius Malfoy, who not only deflected it, but sent it hurly back at Ginny. It hit her in the stomach, causing her to fly back several feet unconscious.

"Ginny!" shouted Elliot as he ran to her side.

After Ginny's failed attempt a stunning Malfoy, McGonagall decided to experiment.

"Expelliarimus!" she shouted, her spell was also deflected by Malfoy's sword, apparently ineffective at disarming charmed swords. Malfoy, in paying attention to McGonagall could not, at the same time, pay attention to Theo and Thaddeus who had both fired stunners just as he deflected McGonagall's disarming charm. Malfoy realized what they were doing only too late, he managed to deflect one of their curses, but the other hit him in his right side, knocking him unconscious.

As Rockwood and Avery tried to make a run back for their wands, Rachel and Elliot Ewls aimed stunners at them respectively. Immediately after giving the incantations, both men lay unconscious on the ground, as McGonagall took Malfoy's sword out of his hand, and his wand out of his staff. Healer Ewls ran to Ginny Weasley…

"Enervate!" she said as she pointed her wand at Ginny.

After Ginny awoke and was helped up by Elliot, Healer Ewls addressed her children and Ginny.

"What the hell were you five thinking!" she yelled at them. "You've just put the whole school in a lot of trouble."

"Mother we couldn't just let them take you," Thaddeus Protested.

"Now our entire school may be at risk boy," McGonagall responded. "And not from closing, but from attack. Though I must admit it may have been inevitable," she turned to the other Ewls Children and to Ginny. "You five will disarm these prisoners and secure them in the tower. We will cancel classes, all students are to report to their respective dormitories and stay there, I will have filch seal off the castle." She turned to face Healer Ewls, who's expression was one of controlled fear. "It may only be a matter of hours now."

"Before what ma'am?" asked Theo

"Before the war comes here," McGonagall responded.

After she said that, Theo and Thaddeus, with waves of their wands made the three stunned men to hover, the five students walked them out of the Hospital Wing.

"We might have time to evacuate the school," said Healer Ewls.

"The children will be less safer out there than in here," McGonagall said. "The magical protection surrounding Hogwarts is strong enough to withstand any bombardment, and they doors to the schools will hold."

"I didn't know it when I met him just after the last war, but apparently Lucius was trained in the Nephesite Arts professor," Healer Ewls explained. "Hence the sword, if they have many more wizards like that, no amount of magical protection will suffice. At least out there the children won't be sitting ducks in a target."

"We may or may not have time to evacuate the school," McGonagall responded. "Evacuate it to where precisely? We'd have to send the children home and we can't do that unnoticed, or without increasing our vulnerability, we have no choice, we must remain and defend ourselves here."

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The next morning, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Reverend Ewls scurried to the lobby of the hotel at which they stayed. They were not late, but were just barely running on time, hence they had to hurry. While Harry, Ron, and Hermione waited in the Lobby which was devoid of anyone accept the four travelers and the Turkish hotel clerk, Ewls dealt with paying the Hotel Clerk in his own currency as he had exchanged his original English pounds at customs for Bulgarian Currency in Sophia, and that currency for Turkish money in Istanbul.

"I hope you enjoyed your stay sir," said the hotel clerk in a Turkish accent. His attention turned to the pregnant Hermione, who drowsily waited for the transaction to be complete. "How far along are you?"

"I'm in my ninth month," said Hermione.

"Sir are you sure you want to be traveling with her so close to term, and she looks so sickly?" asked the clerk.

"She'll be fine," said Reverend Ewls.

"Very well," said the clerk. "Good luck Ms. Granger."

At this Reverend Ewls gave a look of utter shock. The clerk produced a wand before any of the four could respond. Before Ewls could draw either his wand or his sword, four Turkish wizards in Muggle clothing entered the hotel with wands drawn. Without using any spells, they quickly disarmed Harry, Ron, and Hermione before any of them could respond. They did not, however disarm Reverend Ewls.

"Don't even think about going for your sword Nasserite," warned the supposed Turkish hotel clerk. "You may block my curse but not before we kill the children."

The five men escorted the Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Reverend Ewls, whom they had now disarmed, out of the hotel and into an alleyway. They were made to stand against the wall of the alleyway, while the five Turkish wizards held them at wand point.

"You're wondering how we found you," said the supposed Turkish Hotel clerk. "A message came from England that you might be traveling as Muggles, it was a clever idea, but I'm afraid it seems to have failed."

Reverend Ewls nodded, but sounded unconcerned "Apparently."

"The authorities have sentenced you all to death," said the supposed hotel clerk. "We thought we'd save you the red tape, any last words?"

"Yes," said Reverend Ewls.

There was a pause as the Turks, and the three other travelers looked at him, expecting something elegant from a Christian Minister. Instead, Ewls started to laugh, in fact he started to laugh hard, as if something utterly hilarious was about to happen. The five Turks looked at him with utter confusion, holding their wands in a defensive position, not knowing what to expect from a Nasserite.

"You are an idiot I swear," said Ewls. "I mean you honestly think you can, by taking away my sword and my wand stop this Nasserite? I swear you have no clue what Nasserites are capable of I mean you really are…" he quickly and violently waved his open hand at the five Turks. Hurling out of his hand was a bright lightning-like substance. The five Turks were hurled against the alley wall behind them, they then fell to the ground unconscious "…an idiot!"

After this, Ron, Harry, and Reverend Ewls took back their wands and swords which were being held by the five Turks. After Harry had retaken his wand, and re-donned his sword, he turned to Reverend Ewls.

"Are Nasserites invincible?"

"I wish that was the case," Ewls responded.

The four then left the alley-way and traveled the streets of Istanbul, hoping that the crowd of muggles and the International Statute of Secrecy would protect them. Harry and Reverend Ewls walked ahead of Hermione and Ron at a Quick pace. Hermione was struggling to keep up with Ron helping her along.

"If they know that we are traveling as Muggles, it's a good bet that they know what flight we're on," said Reverend Ewls. "We can't risk flying."

"Wait up!" called out Ron who was helping Hermione keep up with Harry and Reverend Ewls.

Reverend Ewls and Harry stopped walking and waited as the other two caught up. When they did, Reverend Ewls looked at Hermione with a frustrated expression.

"Hermione is there any way I can get you to move any faster?" he asked harshly.

"I'm sorry but the pain is becoming unbearable!" Hermione responded, taken back at Ewls scolding. "You want to trade me places?"

Reverend Ewls' expression suddenly became one which combined penance for what he had just said to Hermione and hopelessness.

"I'm sorry," He said. "I understand, Hermione, I'm just frustrated. We need a Hippogriff, or something, anything, there's no port keys into Jerusalem that I know of, no floo connections. I can't believe that we've come this far to be stopped."

"Reverend, I think we have to risk the plane," said Harry. "They may not know that we're on it."

Reverend Ewls shook his head, a tear was almost forming in his eye, "No, its too dangerous."

"What about sailing to Tel-Aviv?" asked Ron.

"We don't have any money left, and it would be a very perilous trip," said Reverend Ewls.

"We could stow away couldn't we?" asked Ron.

"It's all we have left," pleaded Hermione.

"It will be a few days, Hermione," he said. "Perhaps even a week by ship to Tel-Aviv, Hermione it will not be easy on you. And even if we make it to Tel-Aviv, it's still a long way to Jerusalem."

Hermione's eyes were also beginning to fill with tears at the present situation.

"Do you see any other options Reverend?"

Reverend Ewls shook his head. Their choice was clear, they had no other option left.

"No," Ewls said. "Great God above, defend us. You are right Hermione. May God go with us."