Phoenix Flame

Child of the new Dawn

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A/N I know this chappie's short, but its just a filler, the next one we get back to Harry.I know it's been a bit of a slow start but from here on is more action and stuff till they all get to Hogwarts where they have to deal with N.E.W.T.S. so anyway it should speed up a bit.

I was really surprised no one could guess who the guest was, but after this chappie I expect a lot of people to figure it out.

This Chapter Is Dedicated To Ckat44's Father, May He Rest In Peace


Picking up the Pieces

Albus Dumbledore stared at the many letters on his desk. Not five minutes ago, his office had been full of owls; knocking things over and hooting impatiently, not a pleasant sight. One of the letters contained a damage report from Tiernan's castle; including casualties, injured, and the damage done to the castle itself.

Another letter was from the Ministry of Magic. There had been a disturbance in the Department of Mysteries and an alleged sighting of Voldemort's deatheaters. The things wizards were tampering with down there... and the thought of Voldemort getting his hands on anything, was enough to give Dumbledore chills. However, it was in the room where they had lost Sirius, to that cursed veil he had fallen through two years ago, that the deatheaters were spotted.

As far as Dumbledore was aware of, that room had not been in use since the art of necromancy had all but died out, with the thinning of bloodlines and the irrational fear of their kind in general. From what he had gathered through contacts at the Ministry, the deatheaters preformed a, at the moment, unidentified, spell on the veil and had then proceeded to take something with them.

The Unspeakables who worked at the Department were shocked that such a thing could be done without the help of a necromancer, and had examined the veil to the best of their capability but had found nothing out of the ordinary. Many of the Ministry members were panicked that Voldemort had a necromancer at his disposal and were, at this very moment, still searching for any existing bloodlines with any relation to necromancy.

Dumbledore was slightly skeptic about the idea, it was possible of course, but the veil had been used at one point to help young necromancers, who at the time, were automatically drafted into the Ministry when they came of age and power, to home in their powers and make it easier for them to reach dead spirits, which means it would not be difficult for a weak necromancer or even a wizard or witch with necromancer blood to reach the spirits.

Shaking his head slightly, Dumbledore glanced at a pile of letters from Ashon. He had sent the werewolf, who demanded to leave despite his recent transformation, off gathering information on Voldemort's activities, as Severus had yet to be called since his last meeting with the dark lord.

He had discovered that Harry's kidnapping had nothing to do with Voldemort, yet the dark lord seemed to know where Harry was and who his true captives were. However, he could find no more information on Harry or what they had taken from the Department of Mysteries.

Dumbledore had also discovered the whereabouts of Jaegar since his disappearance. Apparently he had left to return to the Hunter's Keep in Iceland. He had never been to the Keep, but he had heard about and battled hunters belonging to the Keep.

The hunters were trained in both physical and magical defense and offense, including some muggle weapons. Once a hunter entered training at the Keep they stayed on the island until they had reached the highest rank of assassin.

It had been founded by a seer named Armes and a young man named Taro Aiwyn, whose entire village had been slaughtered when we was but a child. Taro had hidden beneath the floor boards of his house and had only left when the house was set on fire. He had run into the nearby forest and watched his only home go up in flame. Taro had spent the next week wondering the wilderness, surviving only due to his determination to become strong and never have to fear again.

How he met Armes is still a mystery, but it is known, that Taro went back to his old home and built upon its ashes a great Keep. And with this Keep, Taro made up for his lack of courage and strength by teaching others to defend themselves.

Today his methods were taught to keep tradition alive and many of the greatest duelers in the world were trained there at some point. It was rare that the Hunter's Keep would take someone of different origin, but if they possessed talent they were brought in. A new house had been formed over the years called Isidro, where special talents were nurtured.

Sighing Dumbledore looked at the pieces of blank parchment before him, along with his silver inkpot and red quill. He needed to write Arthur and inform the Ministry of Harry's absence, there was no real point in keeping it a secret as Voldemort knew, and Arthur would know how to word it to the Wizarding World, so not to cause uproar. He also needed to contact Ashon about speaking to Jaegar at some point...

The Order had not taken Harry's disappearance well, especially Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley, Harry's best friends. Dumbledore rubbed his forehead; hopefully he would be able to give them, and Remus, some good news soon.


Remus stared at the parchment in front of him. It held the names of those taken to Azkaban. His amber eyes, now a weary dark burgundy from the full moon, not three nights ago, quickly found the last three names on the list. There was a green dash next to Kassidy, age 7, that represented she was in full health. Underneath Kassidy's name was Keane, age 7, with a blue dash as he was still recovering. The last name on the list hade a red question mark beside it, one of the four in total, that stood for missing or they had not been able to find the body or any remains. The mark lay next to Harry Potter's name.

Remus' list was just one of many. It was charmed to change with the master lists the teams of order members carried with them as they looked through the wreckage of Azkaban. Remus had made sure to check every couple of minutes, his eyes fixed on the last name, hoping they would find some lead to where he had gone.

Ron and Hermione had not taken it well. As far as Remus knew, Ron had not said more than two or three words since, well, after he had yelled and fumed at the order for not protecting Harry of course. Hermione was having nothing short of a breakdown, as was Ginny. It was unlikely that anyone at headquarters had not felt their sharp tempers.

Remus gave a small smile at the memory of Ashon backing away from a furious Hermione, keeping an eye on her wand, which she could now legally use.

The smile faded as quickly as it had come, his sire had been disappearing on and off throughout the day regardless of any injuries he had obtained from his transformation. Remus was vaguely aware that Ashon always seemed displeased when he returned, but did not inquire to where his sire was going.

Dumbledore insisted that the werewolves were all given a period of rest to recover from the full moon, and in some cases, Azkaban as well. Remus wasn't really sure what to do with himself, so in the end Arthur suggested that he teach Ron and Hermione to apparate, as no one else had the time. After they learned the basics, Arthur would take them to get their license at the ministry.

It was a good distraction for them, but Remus could see it was still in the back of their minds, as it was in his, Harry was still missing.