Chapter 24 The Wonders of Grimoire Realm

Noone in his battalion hadmuch of aproblem with skipping school for a month and a half. Short letters were written to parents, to let them know they weren't abducted and that they would be back before Christmas. After the fights with the vampires the night before, Harry knew they still had much to do. Kyle had told him that an average vampire slayer could take on two to three vampires at a time. Harry wanted the Golden Knights to be on par with that, maybe even better. Before they left he had them trained extensively in sword fighting.

Duffel bags were packed containing only things that were truly necessity. Two extra pairs of clothes (trousers, shirt, robe, underwear, robe), several bottles of water, extra weapons (besides their wands and swords), blank journals, quills, ink and a cloak.

Harry also packed two wizarding tents, with enough room tp sleep all of them, though some would have to sleep on the couches. The icebox and cabinets were jammed with all kinds of food and drinks.

The Golden Knight armor would be worn in its bracelet form until necessary. They would also be taking with them horses, and not just any horses but Granian winged horses. The fastest land one out of all the winged horses. He managed to purchase them off of a Scottish breeder for a fairly good price.

They met two centaurs at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where they were then led to the centaur village. There, they got on their horses and rode out of the forest, to the edge of Hogsmeade. In order to make the trip faster they would be portkeying to western Wales. From there they would go to a portal site, which was created by goblins that allowed magical creatures easy access to the island where the portal which led to Grimoire Realm, year round, resided.

The island was in the middle of the Atlantic ocean, where Grimoire Realm resides, just hidden from view. Grimoire Realm was the lost continent of Atlantis. The other portals around the world, were created by the magical creatures of Grimoire Realm. They only worked around the Solstices and Equinoxes because those were the four times of year when magic was at its rawest and strongest.

They stepped out of the goblin made portal onto an island roughly the size of the island that housed Potter Manor. Several clumps of trees and grouping of rocks were scattered about. Most of it was covered in grass at least seven feet high. The only bare parts were the perimeter because the tide took away all grass seedlings and around the portal leading to Grimoire Realm, due to its frequent use.

The goblin portal transported you directly across from the Grimoire Realm portal. The grass was bent and pressed against the ground, creating a strait path. The horses trotted through it, following the centaurs.

"You'll end up at the border of Battlewood Forest, the Grasslands and the Lithorian Mountains. Watch yourself, while the Clunisians won't care about your presence, the Wild and Dark Elves will take particular interest in you, maybe even a hostile one. It would be best that you approach one of their cities and stay away from them if they are in a battle" the centaur explained. "One more thing, the portal is meant to be unpleasant for humans, so they won't enter again"

Harry nodded his head before urging his granian forward, through the magical portal. At first when he entered his whole body went oddly cold. Then he was immediately assaulted by an intense heat. It felt like he was sitting in an blazing inferno. He moaned in agony as this feeling accompanied him for another thirty seconds before going away.

However, as soon as he exited the portal the point of a sword was pressed against his throat. Looking at the holder of the sword Harry saw a green cloaked figure. As the others exited behind him, Harry heard their startled yelps, as swords were pressed to their throats as well.

"Well, well more humans" A burly looking man with braided brown hair, hazel eyes and pointed ears took off his cloak hood.

"More?" Harry asked.

"Don't play dumb with me. You know perfectly well what I mean" the elf snarled. "Tie them up"

They were roughly shoved from their horses and upon landing on the ground were manhandled by two elves as they wrapped thick pieces of vine around their wrist and legs. Then they were lifted back up and thrown over their horses, stomach resting on the saddle.

"You don't understand, we've got no idea who these others humans were" Harry pleaded.

"Shut it" the lead elf waved his hand at Harry and a barely visible light flew from his palm, hitting Harry in the back.

It seemed it was a Silencing Charm, as Harry was unable to speak from then on. He settled for glaring a hole in the back of the elf's head. As he did so the elf started to fidget nervously, glancing at the elven soldiers under his command.

They traveled for a couple of hours. They got closer and closer to a forest full of trees hundreds of feet tall. Finally they reached the forest, through which they traveled through for several minutes. It was fairly bright in the forest, considering the branches above blocked out any sign of the sky or sun.

The elf commander motioned for them to stop as he walked to a large tree trunk. He looked at it for a second before nodding his head. He motioned for the others and they led the horses, with the wizards and witches on top, over to the tree.

Muttering something in another language, none of the elves cared that suddenly a bright light was glowing from the tree, though the twenty humans stared at the spot in wonder. It appeared to be a doorway, as the bark opened up at that spot.

They were led inside the tree, which was also a spiraling staircase. The staircase was wide enough so the elves could walk up it, with the horses at their sides.

When they reached the top, Harry was amazed at what he saw. They had been taken to a Wild Elf village. The city was based upon two levels. The lower part, where the trunks were thicker, had the houses. The higher area was where all the public buildings were. Wooden bridges and walkways led from platform to platform to. It was very breath-taking, at least to those who first see it.

They were taken to the Commander's Villa, which not only served as the house to the commander, the local leader of the village, but it was also the only governmental building in town. It housed a series of prison cells, a small barrack and other government offices, like the tax collector.

There, stripped of their bags and weapons, they were thrown into the cells. Harry was placed with Ginny, Xander and Justin. The others were all separated into groups of four and shoved into other cells.

"Well, this is not how I planned this trip starting out like" Harry stated simply, looking at his surroundings. Their bags were thrown into another room off to the side. Sneering at them one last time, all the elves left the room.

"You two stay here." the Commander said.

"But sir, there just humans" One of them complained.

"Its for procedure sakes" the Commander replied.

Harry was awoken from his sleep as shouts and screams came in from outside. "What's happening?" Ginny asked.(1)

Now alert, the dark haired teen looked out the window. "It appears the village is under attack"

"This isn't a coincidence. I think whoever is attacking is here for us" Kevin Entwhistle stated. "The question is whether their friendly or not"

"The only friends we could have here wouldn't attack the Wild Elves. My guess is they are either the wizards that came here before us, or a race the wizards are allies with. I'm also guessing the earlier wizards were Death Eaters." Harry replied.

"Well not like we'll be able to put up much of a fight if they manage to get by those elves" Blaise sneered.

"Then we'll have to break out" Harry looked carefully at the wooden bars. When they had tried breaking them down before by physical means, Harry had ended up with a concussion. Although made out of wood, Harry didn't doubt they were stronger then some metals.

"Any of you do wandless magic?" he asked, looking at them all. They all stared at him blankly. "Right, guess its up to me then" He pointed his calloused hand at the bars to his cell and taking a big breath, muttered "Reducto" A weak looking beam of light collided with the wooden bars. One of them splintered, but it wasn't enough. He tried again. Pointing his hand at one next to the newly splintered one. This one too splintered.

The two spells took a lot out of him. Wandless magic wasn't his biggest thing, though most members of the Potter family had a knack for it. Harry just didn't seem to take to it like his father did. The use of it had left him tired and feeling a little drained.

Kicking away all the bits and pieces of the two bars, he was left with a space too small for him to get through. Looking at the others sharing the cell with him he automatically ruled out Justin Finch-Fletchley. It was either between Xander Yestin or Ginny. Ginny would of been the logical choice, but her D-cup size breast would prevent her from getting through the small opening. Xander might be able to fit, but it would be tight.

"You're up Xander" the teen look a little confused, before understanding passed through his face. He went over to the bars and slid through them. It didn't look like a pleasant experience, judging by the fact that Harry had to shove the teen through the opening.

"Bloody fuck, that hurt" the Welsh teen muttered. He walked over to the storeroom and went inside. Emerging a minute later he came out holding his wand; which he then used to destroy the cells confining them.

Alpha Battalion rushed to the storage room, recovering all of their weapons and their armor. Ten minutes later they emerged from the building, elves running around them, throwing fearful looks there way.

The large platform that held the Commander's Villa had three ways of getting to it. One was a wide walkway in the middle. A second was a bridge to the right coming from a small platform, which then had a wooden bridge leading to a larger platform. The last was a skinny walkway to the left.

The Commander and the other soldiers in the town came running over the main walkway. The elves conversed in their own language. One of them was clutching a nasty looking gash in his side. The Commander looked around at the chaos around him. His villa was still beings swarmed by frightened citizens.

Judging by the actions of the soldiers around the Commander, Harry guessed they were going to continue to fight. Several of the elves nodded before running off to the villa. One of the soldiers looked nervous as hell. He was shaken and it even looked like he was crying. When he spoke his voice was weary. Before the commander could answer his scared soldier another voice spoke up.

"Such courage" Harry said walking up to the elves. Immediately all weapons were pointed at them.

"You!" the Commander spat out viciously.

"Me" Harry answered. "Seems you guys are in a jam and need some help. And though earlier... interactions did not go well at all between us, I believe that we can... reconcile"

"Don't give me that. We know there here for you" The Commander sneered at them.

"That's true. However, they aren't here to help us. They're here to kill us. Listen, you obviously need all the help you can get, and we're offering to help you. Let's just fight the damn battle and we'll talk about this later

"Now, wouldn't it be much easier to defend from the villa. We'd have cover and we might be able to bottleneck them, or surround them if they enter the villa."

"Potter left you in charge right?" Ron looked at the person carefully. He was unable to see under the hood to see who he was talking to and the voice was disguised so he couldn't tell the gender.

"In charge of what?" Ron asked.

"Don't play dumb with me. Since Zabini and Potter aren't here I'm going to give you my information. I just hope you know what to do with it" Realization dawned on Ron's face. Harry had told them he had gotten a spy in the Death Eaters. A new recruit who, with half truths and fibs about Harry's plans, would work their way into the Inner circle.

A photograph was handed to Ron. A skinny, oily looking man with slicked back brown hair and a nasty sneer upon his face looked around arrogantly. "That is Malcolm Alodie, recent Head of the richest family in the United Kingdom. His fortune is bigger then the Malfoy's by several billion galleons." (Malfoy's are second richest in UK. The Potter's are third)

Ron whistled quite loudly. That had to be a hell of a lot of money. "What do you want me to do about it?" Ron questioned.

"I don't know. I'm just giving you the information. You're the one who is suppose to figure out what to do with it." With that the spy walked off, leaving Ron by himself.

Ron walked silently back to the common room, contemplating the information. Upon entering the common room he saw Hermione sitting by herself in front of the fire. "Hermione, how does Harry get in touch with everyone so quickly?"

"I don't know why?" Hermione looked up from the book she was reading.

Ron leaned in so know one else would hear. "I got some information from Harry's spy. I figured I'd get some other opinions on this"

"My guess is you'd just have to owl them. Seems to be the fastest way" Ron nodded his head and walked up to the dorm room to get some parchment. As soon as he finished writing the letters, Hedwig soared into the room and held out her leg.

"Bloody hell. Harry was right. You are a genius" Ron handed her the four letters. "You know where they are right?" Hedwig hooted an affirmative before flapping her wings and leaving through the window she entered from.

The red head walked back down to the common room and looked at Hermione. "There is a meeting tonight at six in the Room of Requirement."

Ron sat back in his chair after telling everyone the information he had gotten. He had written to Terry, Susan, Fred and George, and Isabella and Feleti Poteri. He knew Harry seemed to trust Susan and Terry above the others. Isabella and Feleti seemed like two cool adults who could offer some good advice. And Fred and George, well they were Fred and George.

"I know him." Terry spoke up. "He has investments in my families company. Him and my dad, along with other investors, meet once every two months for lunch to discuss the visit. They're meeting this Saturday at the Leaky Cauldron"

"We should kidnap him" Feleti Potter stated.

"What?" Hermione shrieked. "Not only is that illegal, its also wrong"

"Actually, it's" "quite genius." "Not only that" "but we could" "make him sign something" "so we'd get his money" the twins said, going back and forth.

Hermione looked shocked at the idea being passed around.

"We wouldn't be able to do it though. Saturday is the only day we know where he is going. He'll floo to the Leaky Cauldron and back to his house, neither of which will make a good place to get him" Ron said, looking depressed.

"I can always get Aunt Amelia to tamper with the floo connection to his house. Connect it to somewhere else. Of course if he disappeared, they'd be able to trace where he floo'd to so it had to be a public place" Everyone looked at Susan, causing her to blush heavily.

"Will your aunt be able to do that? Will she do it?" Ron asked, wide eyed.

"Aunt Amelia knows what Harry is doing. She stills wants revenge on Voldemort for killing Uncle Edgar and my grandparents. She'll be happy to do it" Susan said strongly.

"This is good. This is very good" Ron said, rubbing his hands together.

"As much as I don't condone this, I can't help but participate" Hermione sighed. She explained to the assembled persons her idea on how they should go about doing it. Of course, like most of Hermione's ideas it was met with a "Bloody hell!" from Ron, Fred and George.

"Who knew our Hermione" "could be so devious" the twins exclaimed. Hermione blushed under their praise.

The Dark Elves, numberingabout twohundred, sent bolts of black light crashing at the house. Pieces of wood flew in every direction. The Wild Elves, in returned showered arrows at the dark elves. Many of the arrows were deflected with spells and shields but a few did hit their marks.

The Golden Knights did their part, sending various jets of light at the dark creatures. However elf magic was more raw, more natural then wizardry, so the elves had an advantage over the twenty humans.

After five minutes of the small exchange of fire, the front of the house gave a tremendous squeak. "Its gonna collapse!" Neville yelled.

The Golden Knights and Wild Elves, all mad a mad dash to the back of the house. However before all could make it, the front of the villa came crashing down with a mighty thud. Dust flew in the air, obscuring many peoples vision.

The Dark Elves came scrambling over the rubble, meeting the dazed defenders. Flashes of lights and the clang of metal against metal filled the still dust filled back rooms of the villa.

Harry dived to the side to dodge a swipe from a large broadsword. Quickly rising to his feet, the black haired teen withdrew his own sword and holstered his wand. The dark elf swung its broadsword the same time Harry swung his sword. A loud 'clang' echoed throughout the room as the two swords met. Harry, carrying a smaller sword, felt his arms vibrate.

Using his smaller and faster weapon to his advantage he stabbed the dark elf in its throat. The stroke of the dark elf's sword, meant to block Harry's stab, carried threw. Though the sword turned some. Harry was hit with the broad side of the broadsword, sending him toppling over.

He got to his feet, ignoring the pain in his side. He drew his wand as well, holding it in his right hand, the sword in his left.

"Vegg!" The dark elf slammed into the purple shield, falling to the ground in a daze. Getting rid of the shield Harry stunned the being. Turning around, he quickly ducked as the bolt of magic flew over his head.

"Batoack!" A grey shield shimmered in front of the black skinned creature, but Harry's spell broke right threw it. The dark elf let out a screech of pain as it fell to the ground, trying to cover its body with its hands.

The sound of a loud, deep horn could be heard. It was blown every twenty seconds, getting louder and louder every time heard.

The green eyed wizard parried a sword, pointed his wand in the creatures face and blasting it with purple jet of light. Again the horn was blown, however, this time the Dark Elves started to panic at the closeness of it. Yelling in elfish the dark elves again scrambled over the rubble, leaving the elf village.

Harry looked around and saw the two Patil twins leaning against each other. "Parvarti gather all knights that aren't wounded and start looking through the rubble. Some of our people might be in there. Padma, get Ginny and start healing the wounded." The two nodded their heads before rushing off.

"Thank you" Harry turned around to see the Commander behind him. The words were curt and formal.

"It was a mutual need" Harry responded just as curt and formal. He spotted Katie Bell, sitting upon the ground and clutching her side. He walked over to her and crouched down next to her. Gently removing her hand, he saw a nasty gash in her side. "You're lucky you had on the armor, or you might of been in half"

The dirty blonde haired girl paled at the news and Harry realized that probably wasn't the best things to say. "Vestigia Retrorsum" The gash slowly sealed up, leaving a bright pink scar behind. "It was nothing serious. You might have a little bit of pain for a day or two, but it's nothing you can't handle"

Malcolm Alodie grumbled loudly as he walked out of Dragon's Breath. He was suppose to have arrived at the Leaky Cauldron but instead he had walked out into the dirty pub. The director of the floo connections would get fired for that, he would make sure of it. And then, when he tried floo'ing to the Leaky Cauldron from Dragon's Breath, he found the damn floo blocked. Oh yes, people were definitely getting fired for that as well.

Now he was forced to walk among these filthy muggles for six blocks. Six! Stupid Ministry had anti-apparition wards stretching all around Diagon Alley, St. Mungo's and the Ministry. The fools didn't seriously think that was enough to stop the Dark Lord, did they?

The bright green of a van distracted him from his thoughts as it pulled up several feet in front of him. It was such a hideous color, muggles had no taste.

When Malcolm was passing the van, its side doors burst open and two men wearing dark clothes and mask grabbed the pureblood. He tried to put up a fight, but they had him by his arms so he was unable to get his wand. Plus, he was a very weak man, relying too much on his magic.

By the time he was allowed use of his hands, he was thrown against the back doors and the van was in motion, the two sides doors closed. He reached into his pocket for his wand, only to find it gone.

"Looking for this?" one of the men held up his wand. Malcolm lunged for it, but was pushed back by the man's foot.

"Your wizards?" It wasn't really a question, seeing as how he already knew the answer to the question. "What do you want?" his voice wavered a little. Malcolm Alodie was not a brave man, not at all. He relied on his money to get him out of every situation he could.

"Its very simple Mister Alodie. We want you to sign over all rights to the Alodie vaults to us. We will of course leave your wife and children a vault where they could get money out of but most of the money will be in our possession"

"What! That's absurd! I'll do no such thing. Who do you think you are, demanding these things of me!" The oily man was beyond outraged.

"See Mr. Alodie, I like to consider myself a good man. I usually get along with everyone, but what I don't like is Death Eaters" The man in question paled at those two words. "Now you either give up most of your money to us or we'll expose you. Your family name will be ruined, all your money and possessions gone. The name Alodie won't mean shit in society anymore. But give us the rights to your vault and your family can keep its houses, its possessions and most importantly its name."

It took several more minutes of conversation before, using a Blood quill, Malcolm Alodie handed over all Alodie claim to vault numbers two, seventy-six, seven hundred and nine, and one thousand. His family was allowed to keep vault number eight hundred and fifty-three, which had enough for them to live on for several years. The arrangement would last until the receiving party so fit to end the deal.

"Alright, now let me go"

"I'm afraid we can't do that" the man stated grimly.

"What? But I signed the contract. I did everything you wanted me too!" Malcolm's usually slicked back brown hair was a mess atop his head as he shouted.

"Yes but who is to say you won't try to override the contract or go to the Ministry about us. I'm sorry Mr. Alodie but until this war is over, you will remain in our custody." A flash of red light lit up the van and Malcolm Alodie, once the richest man in the United Kingdom, slumped to the floor unconscious.

(1)- Yes Ginny is not dead. I mentioned her once earlier in the story about how she was hanging out with other friends. The reason is because she won't play an important role until the end of the story. And I don't feel like mentioning her a lot. The other characters like Terry Boot and Susan Bones, I'm building on because of the importance they'll play later as well. However, we don't know much about them so I have to make sure they have a character.

Batoack- makes the target feel as though they are being punched all over; if cast by a very powerful person can leave bruises or brake bones.

Vestigia Retrorsum- heals cuts and bruises.

I got those spells from Spells and Creatures by Lord Atrum on Many spells and other things you will see that aren't in cannon or on my list of spells are most likely coming from Lord Atrum's list.

Walkways in the cities are a series of firm, wooden planks leading from platform to platform. Bridges in the cities are like the ones you see in movies where they are in the jungle. You know the wooden bridge that is usually dilapidated and rickety, and a part of it breaks or it snaps at one end and a person is always hanging from it.