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King of Bandit

Chapter 9

Escaping Lost

It had been hard going for Ginny and Rose, climbing thesharp wall face, and they were exhausted by the time they reached a small chasm in the wall that led into path, and they could feel a breeze. They were just thankful that with every slip Harry somehow managed to save them. The crawl space was tight, and after giving Ginny some shorts and a tee shirt they took the time to rest.

"Where did those clothes come from?" Rose asked as the purple sparks that swallowed his arm as he rummaged into 'nothing' disappeared once he had taken out the items of clothing from the ripple of space where his hand and arm had been hidden.

He chuckled. "Pocket dimension. It saves having to carry a backpack or something when travelling. I can teach you sometime if you like, but don't expect my results; they're what friends would call flashy or showy, and take a lot of practice."

Ginny had barely managed to put on the shorts and tee in the small space as she sat opposite Harry with Rose while June was curled up in Harry's strong and protective arms. Though, the other two might as well have been in his arms too since they were so close in the confined space.

"Cool!" Rose readily agreed. "But why were you carrying some girl's clothes?"

"Oh, they belong to Ocean," he said, shrugging. "I can't remember why I have some of her things to be honest; I have tons of crap and have no clue why."

"You're a hoarder!" June laughingly accused.

He smiled and kissed her forehead. "I suppose I am, but maybe we should try to find a way out of here and back to safety."

Rose and Ginny groaned. "Can't we rest some more?" Ginny asked with an exhausted sigh. "We're not cut out for climbing without magic, and then having to do lots of excises."

"Well don't worry," he said with a grin while she and his sister were still panting with chests rising and falling rapidly. "I'm your new defence teacher now, so I'll be sure to break everyone of those bad lazy habits."

The two girls paled. "Y-you wouldn't be cruel like that would you?" Rose asked with a quivering lower lip.

He grinned smugly. "Of course; the old fart didn't ask me to teach just because it was convenient. He wanted me to teach the students how to kick ass and not have to look back to see whether someone had revived the one you fell."

"Anyway, let's go!" he said as he crawled passed them into the tunnel with the girls following behind him, and prodding June to go first.

"Big Brother...?" June called out after a few minutes of silent moving. "Umm... can't you get us out the same way you found us?" she asked timidly.

Harry snorted. "I wish, but well, I could send you three but Artemis will still be pissed that I used her magic and I already owe her. She might try to recruit you three into her little... hmm... lesbian harem!"

"Who's Artemis?" Rose asked while sounding highly embarrassed.

"Goddess of the Wilds, the Hunt, or whatever," he said thoughtfully. "You know from Greek mythology?"

"W-wait, she really exists?" Ginny asked.

"Umm... apparently," he agreed. "I just thought it was tracker magic and that all of the warnings in books were written by superstitious people. But then I did summon a hell-goddess of some kind when I was twelve, so I should have probably seen that coming. I still owe her something; I should probably lay off summoning something that isn't an eidolon."

"You think?" Rose asked sarcastically. "So... that horse thing in Diagon Alley was an eidolon?"

"Yea," he agreed.

"Can I learn to summon something like that?"

"You have to make a contract with them, and they can only be summoned when certain conditions are met. Odin's conditions are quite simple, and that is that he can be summoned on the field of battle when I'm vastly outnumbered."

"Big Brother...!" June interrupted. "I think it opens up a little up ahead. I can see some light!"

"Okay, June, keep going," he said with a playful nudge to her butt. She giggled before hurrying further where they came out into a path that was tall enough to stand in and it curved round, lit by glowing minerals in the damp rock.

"Wow, that's better!" Rose said while stretching her muscles.

"Yeah...!" Ginny agreed with a relieved sight. "But where do we go now, and how are we going to get out of here?"

Harry frowned before they watched as something streamed into his right hand from his pocket dimension. It was a blue coloured cell phone, and they watched as he dialled a number in his contacts list, which was surprisingly vast and watched as he dialled, placing it on speaker phone they could hear the ring tone before a girls voice answered.

"Harry!" she called out in a chipper tone. "What do you need...? A nice warm bed?" she suggested hopefully.

"Rescuing would be good, Kairi," he shot back while his girls were blushing.

"Harry...!" she wind. "I can't rescue you today I was investigating that stupid thing in New York, when I was reassigned to check out this thing in Ireland with some douche bags apparently trying to resurrect some ancient dark and evil gods, can't you call my brother-."

"I'm not calling him!" he quickly interrupted. "He wants to kill me for catching us at it at the Guild."

"Good point," she agreed. "Luckily we were mostly dressed, but then that is what zippers, dresses and skirts are for isn't it. But anyway, I suppose, you'll have to call and hope Sahara will bail you out, and let's face it she doesn't have a stupid job so she can drop what she's doing faster than she would drop her panties for you, lover boy."

"Well, okay, see you later!" he said with a sheepish grin as his sisters and Ginny's eyes were wide open. "Drop by when you have a chance, I'll be at Hogwarts once school starts, teaching defence class if you can believe that."

"I can," she said, laughing. "You're a better fighter than me, so those puny little wizards and witches will get into shape. They'll need all the help they can get with that spanner money Voldemort back on the loose!" she said, laughing before the phone went dead, and Harry shrugged as he hit another name in his contacts list before Rose or Ginny could say anything, or ask any questions.

"Hello," answered a strong male voice.

"Hey Rochin, its Harry," he replied quickly.

"Oh hi son, nice to hear from you," he replied brightening. "Did you want to talk to Sahara, she's in her room. You know she misses you when you wander off on some crazy adventure," he said, chuckling.

"Um, actually, you'll do … err I need help," he answered a little nervous.

Rochin sighed. "Okay, what do you need?" he asked straight to the point, more businesslike.

"Could you bring me a Boom-Bridge?" he asked hopefully. "I'm trapped with three friends in enemy warded territory. I'm afraid we're kind of stuck at the moment."

"Um, hang on I'll see if my misses can make you one … any specific location?" he asked.

"Yeah, anywhere but here," he replied with a hint of humour.

"Oh, as bad as that eh?" he chuckled. "Well hang on," he added. Harry waited a moment when he heard Rochin call his wife. "Elion honey!" he called out.

"Rochin what is it?" a woman's voice replied.

"Harry needs a Boom-Bridge, and it sounds urgent!"

"Oh, will that boy ever have one week without getting himself into trouble?!" she called back with a sigh. "I have one here I didn't have to use, but it will bring him here!"

"That will do," agreed Rochin with a hearty laugh. "You hear that Harry?" he asked.

"Yeah, that would be perfect," he agreed.

"Good; you have some clothes in Sahara's room for me to find you no doubt?" he asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, I should do," he agreed nervously.

"Well I'll be about ten minutes… those knowing the family we'll all be there in around ten minutes," he laughed. "Well, good luck kid, and look after your friends," he said before the phone line went dead and Harry placed it away in his pocket.

"What's a Boom-Bridge?" June asked quickly to stop Rose asking something embarrassing.

"It's like a walkway from one location to another... a magical short cut," Harry answered with a shrug. "Pretty handy piece of magic when you want to get around sorcerers wards."

"What's the deal with those girls, Kairi and Sahara?" Rose had waited long enough for her answers.

"Close personal friends," he answered with a small grin.

She smirked as she pushed Ginny into his arms. "Well, Ginny wants to be a 'close personal friend' too," she said while Ginny went bright red but didn't leave his arms. "Then for being an awesome sister I'm sure you do have some cute friends that you're not doing. I want one. I don't want to die a freaking virgin and none of the boys at school are any good."

"Umm... okay, fair enough I guess, in our line of work," he agreed to her surprise as he thought of boys and even girls who would be interested and held Ginny a little tighter to his chest as he really did like her. "Well, I have... but... that is kind of weird but... you know what Rose, let's get out of here first, a Boom-Bridge can't be opened inside because it would cause a cave-in."

"Okay, but I'm not letting you off like that!" she said while he quickly led the way, holding Ginny's hand while she held his hand and arm to herself tightly, "and Ginny, you so owe me!" she said with a small grin and Harry ignored Ginny nodding in agreement because he liked the arrangement, and would only chose close and highly trusted, good looking friends for his sister, because he was going to be an awesome big brother.

However, they paused a moment later as they turned a corner and light from outside nearly blinded them. "Whoa, that is a long way down," Ginny whistled in awe as they blinked the spots from their eyes. She would have never thought that they had climbed so high if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, and had to tighten her grip on Harry.

They looked out into the bright sun, trees and plants spreading out a few miles. Far below was a lake with a large beautiful waterfall to the left hand side splashing down into the water from a narrow river. They were looking out of an exit, only someone with wings would feel comfortable using.

"How do we get down there?" she asked in concern.

"Hmm … jump?" Harry suggested with a shrug.

"What!" the girls all screeched together in panic and fear.

"We can't jump from here! We're like five hundred feet high," Rose added, looking down exaggerating as she gulped.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," he began with a small grin before Ginny's eyes widened in shock as his lips attacked hers without warning. He kissed her gently and her eyes fluttered closed as she felt weak all over, falling into his arms before he pulled back and her eyes fluttered open. Ginny's cheeks were aflame with red as her brown eyes lingered on Harry's lips.

Harry grinned smugly while Rose and June stifled giggles. "Okay, let's get out of here," he said, picking up June and placing her on his back. "Hold on really tight, Junie!" And she did as he felt her small body tense up.

"Harry we can't climb down there either!" Rose complained when suddenly she and Ginny squealed out as he pulled them into his arms, wrapping his arms around their slender waists.

"Harry, please don't!" Rose cried out but too late as he jumped.

"NO!" the girls screamed as he pushed off from the cave exit. The girls screamed every second as the lake below rushed up to meet them. The air was bursting through their ears, drowning down their screams. Harry was certain that they were going to attract unwanted attention but they had to get down.

Time seemed to be taking its time, pun intended. It seemed they were falling for hours when Harry's boots crashed onto the surface of the lake in an immense explosion. They sunk down without tearing through the surface, as if it was made out of rubber.

The water around them erupted out as if hit by a meteor, shooting out and around in a huge circular wave that crashed back towards them. Harry held his passengers as they rose as the water sprung back. The waves continued rocking them up and down like a ship in a storm. He stood straight while the girls continued screaming with their eyes scrunched up.

"We've landed!" he called out sighing in relief. Though, none of the girls would quit screaming. It didn't seem like they realised they had landed safe and sound. "YOU'RE SAFE!" he yelled.

Their screams stopped abruptly and they looked up and around in surprise since they weren't dead. Looking down Ginny and Rose gasped as they saw the unsteady water below.

"You're walking on water," Rose declared in awe. "My brother walks on water, and survives hundred feet falls."

The young King of Bandit chuckled. "Yeah… well let's get on dry land shall we?" he suggested, and the girls nodding eagerly as he walked across the surface and onto the bank where to his amusement the girls dropped from him tiredly crumpling to the dirty floor, almost hugging the ground. "Well, that was..."

In that moment he was grabbed from the ground, torn off his feet by his right arm. The three girls screamed again as he was tossed effortlessly, crashing to the ground a few feet from them.

Harry groaned as he rolled away as a huge rough wooden club came down towards him, crashing into the dirt where he had been moments before. Harry sped quickly to his feet groaning, flicking himself up, unaffected by the previous attacks.

He looked around to see twenty mountain trolls or more. They were large and stupid. They were between ten to eleven feet tall with huge wide chests and rippling muscles. They had greying blue skin with ugly twisted faces on their stumpy heads, each carrying a huge wooden club, wearing makeshift shorts or loincloths.

The troll that attacked him first had changed course, going for the weaker prey. It was moving towards Ginny, Rose, and June as they scurried back in fear, as far away as they could get, which wasn't far enough as they stumbled over themselves and each other to get away.

The troll near him pulled up its weapon and swung it at Harry's head. "Augh, bastard," the King of Bandit growled angrily as he put out his left hand and arm.

The club connected with a thud into Harry's hand. Harry's arm did not budge as his fingers gripped the weapon, cracking it slightly with the pressure of his grip. The troll blinked stupidly several times in confusion for a moment before trying to pull the club back. However, Harry's fingers sunk in further into the wood, halting its progress. The stupid beast tried using both arms to pull its weapon free. However, Harry's finger crushed into the wood more, getting a better grip, and even with the full weight of the monster pulling on the club it would not move.

Harry averted his gaze from his struggling foe, his eyes darkened, noticing the troll almost upon his sisters and friend. "Hey ugly!" he yelled. All of the trolls including his intended looked at him stupidly in surprise.

Harry raised his right arm and hand, palm out and open. He roared out in anger, and a huge blue ball of energy formed an inch from his palm as he ground his teeth in concentration and effort. His emerald eyes were dark with fury, and power. The energy reached the size of a football, and launched with a small boom, catching the girls' attention.

The blast smashed into the trolls' torso, gaining an agonising, terrified, and surprise scream as the energy ripped into him, tearing it apart with devastating force. It exploded throwing the wailing, broken troll away across the lake where it crashed into the huge rock wall leading up to the caverns the four humans escaped: the troll slid down with a large splash, sinking under the surface and not coming up as blood pooled on the water's surface.

Harry pulled the club he held back down, and by his side, towards him, the troll staggered down, nearer the young bandit. Harry used the momentum, shooting forward and off the ground his left knee connected with the trolls' strong chest: a huge echoing crack split the morning air as the beast roared in pain, blood chocking from its mouth. It released its hold on the club leaving it in Harry's hand as it staggered dizzily backwards trying to blink its beady eyes to focus.

Harry glared and swung the club under arm, letting it leave his hand, and it smashed into the trolls head sending splinters flying as the creature left the ground, flying back, and landing on its back several paces back, skidding along the dirt floor: Unmoving and bloodied.

The other trolls stood staring at him in surprise, realising despite size Harry was not an opponent to be trifled with. If they had a choice they would have already fled, not wanting to risk death, they may have been stupid but they had survival instincts, and theirs cried runaway. They weren't up against prey like most humans were, but this time they were up against the predator.

Harry hopped into the air, backwards and to his right landing about ten feet away next to Ginny and his sisters. "You guys ok?" he asked. His eyes never left his foes. He may be able to take a pounding from the idiots easily, however, Rose, June and Ginny could die in one hit.

"Y-yeah, we're ok," agreed Ginny nervously, "a-are you?" she asked as she was still in awe, holding June and Rose while they stared at their brother realising now for the first time they could let it sink in that he was there to protect them, and was more than capable of protecting them, and beating all of their enemies to death for them too.

"I'm fine. They're just trolls," he shrugged nonchalant. "They're not just stupid but they're weak too."

Ginny and his sisters nodded dumbly as they looked at each other. If trolls were what he considered weak, they wondered what he considered strong. They would have, if they weren't witnessing it, called him a liar, but here he was, throwing trolls around, and out powering them physically. If the trolls were weak to him, then they all came to the conclusion that when Harry was holding them that he was being overly careful with them.

"You girls stay put and I'll take care of these freaking bastards," he declared with a smug smirk.

Harry didn't wait for a reply as he rushed forward, towards his nearest opponent. The troll saw him coming and swung its club, but Harry just dodged under the swing. His grey-silver blade attached to his right arm shoot out of the top of his right sleeve, slicing up at unbelievable speed.

The troll roared in agonizing pain, staggering back as its right arm with club was sliced clear off thudding to the ground, leaving a thick bloodied stump, the troll cradled. However, the beasts' cry of pain ended in an instant as the bandit followed through: the blade deep up to Harry's fist through its skull and out the other side.

The young man yanked his arm back instantly, deep red fluid spraying out and dripping off the blade in thick blobs as the troll keeled over with a loud crash backwards; the blade swished back up his sleeve.

However, Harry did not stop, he dashed on raising his left hand palm out and finger bent in slightly as if teeth: an eruption of flame sparked to life with a circle of orange and red runes and symbols, blasting forward with a roar of power, like a flame thrower or more accurately a dragon breathing fire, from where it got its name 'The Fire Dragons Roar', an old piece of magic, used by the Dragon Slayers of centuries past.

The red, orange and yellow flame burst forward in a wave of furious heat as Harry stopped moving, steadying his feet. His attack engulfing another troll, which screamed an ear piercing noise, of its death, as it was cooked alive in the heat. The noise then ceased, and Harry let up his attack, it splashing out of existence. The black and charred troll dropped to its knees, its legs cracking and smashing apart as it keeled over, forwards to its stomach, overcooked, and crumbling into lumps of charcoal.

Harry moved fast, jumping up and to his left, his right foot connecting viciously with another monsters stumpy head sending it hurtling into a tree. The trunk shattered and the small tree fell on the fallen enemy as it cried out, before stopping: unmoving, probably dead, not that Harry cared to check.

Rose, Ginny and June sat with their mouths wide with their eyes staring in complete shock and horror as they watched Harry fight. He didn't fight to capture; he fought to take down, permanently, and they would only survive if it was an accident. They were sitting on the ground still by the lakeshore as they watched Harry kicking troll ass with ease.

"Whoa, he's awesome," Ginny whispered in awe.

"That is so cool!" Rose added with a nod of agreement. "I have never witnessed a proper battle until now. I had never known that one person could be that strong!"

June nodded absentmindedly as she watched, Harry, 'her' brother hit a troll with such a forceful punch in the gut with his right fist, it launched the monster off the ground about ten metres high before crashing down and not getting up.

Harry launched his left foot back and down, snapping another's leg in two, which made the girls wince. The troll fell to its knees and Harry just span. His right foot connected with the trolls face, sending it skidding across the ground in a boom, as if it was a stone skipping across a lake, blood flying everywhere before it came to a stop and would not get up.

"I think you should be with my brother," June surprisingly commented, briefly glancing at Ginny while Rose was nodding in agreement. "He is so awesome," she added.

Ginny nodded with a dreamy sigh when she, Rose, and June started as they heard a growling noise above them. They noticed a large shadow had come over them. Their eyes widened in fear as they looked up, eyes locking with the menacing trolls. It swung its large club up over its shoulder with its right arm and brought it swishing down with a whoosh of wind. The girls held each other tighter in fright, closing their eyes as they expected it to be their end.

However, something was wrong. They felt no pain, and they were still very much awake, and alive. The girls slowly opened their eyes and looked up in shock to see a big built man in his mid to late forties. He was about six foot five feet tall. He looked like he had plenty of muscle then some more.

The man wore a long dark red coat undone, swaying gently in the breeze, hanging to his knees, with black across the shoulders, and a military black Kevlar vest with black combat trousers and boots. His hair was a few inches long, greying blonde in colour, neatly spiked back with a couple loose strands sticking forward over the right side of his forehead, and his deep blue eyes held warmth and amusement.

The girls just gawked though, as the man had caught the trolls club mid swing with his large right hand about an inch from their heads, and the troll seemed to be pushing with all its might but having no success, grunting with the effort to continue its attack.

The man pushed the club up with ease and simplicity. His right knee following through, colliding with a mighty force, which got a strangled cry from the troll as bone shattered. The man released its club and it went soaring into the air and back, crashing to the ground about thirty feet away: unmoving, blood splattering the ground from bone piercing its muscle and skin.

The man then stood up straight on two feet again, and looked down at the three girls; a huge grin spread his lips. "Hi," he said conversationally, in a deep voice that commanded respect, but held a lot of humour and kindness. "I'm Rochin Kyrue; sorry we're late: you must be Harry's friends."

Rose, Ginny and June nodded dumbly, and they thought Harry was a one of a kind: obviously not. But that put up Rose's hopes for her future love life if Harry had friends like him.

"Hey Dad, I think they're in shock," commented a girls voice, moving their gaze slightly Ginny and June saw an excitedly grinning girl about sixteen, seventeen years old had popped up next to them.

She wore tight blue hipsters with some small pockets down her legs and a black rippled skirt around her waist only halfway down her thighs. In addition, she wore a tight black top accentuating her fairly large bust; and showing her lightly toned stomach and her navel, with a tight black leather jacket left with the zip undone, and on her feet, small black half boots.

Her hair was an unusual snow white, tied back in a triple plat down to the small of her back, tied with a red ribbon, and many strands of hair of a feathery texture flicked out over her forehead from her fringe and around her ears. Her eyes were a sparkling teal green, kind and happy, she was definitely a beautiful girl with a fit body. She was five foot five, and looked down at them with a little lick of her lips as her eyes explored the older girls.

"I think you're right," the man commented looking the girls over in worry. "Well let me introduced my daughter, Sahara… and this here's my son Arctic," he added gesturing to his other side where a young man stood.

He was maybe two years older than Harry, with rusty blonde hair about three times as long as Rochin's. It was waxed out in messy spikes in every direction. He had amazing crystal blue eyes, and wore rectangular silver framed glasses over his eyes. He wore baggy blue jeans, white running trainers and a long sleeved white tee shirt, more conservative in his clothes than his sister wore.

Rose liked what she saw but internally sighed as maybe he was more Hermione's type, as he gave off a nerdy bookworm vibe. Rose sometimes found it hard keeping conversation with Hermione when she went off about some magical thing or something, forgetting that Rose was more of a practical learner.

"Hey! Are you three going to help Harry or stand around talking all day?" interrupted a woman's voice, as she stepped into view with a kind motherly smile.

The woman was about forty, but still held her looks. She was five foot seven, and her snow white hair was short and loose, framing her pretty face, over her forehead and reaching the bottom of her neck. It was short in length but long on top. She had amazing sea green eyes.

She wore dark military green female combat trousers with black belt, and black walking boots, with military green tee shirt accentuating her large chest, and a sleeveless Kevlar ranger vest with many pockets, left undone. It had a weird black curved in-signer on the left chest pocket, like the outline of half an egg on its side pointing inwards with neat printed writing in black, on top of a small oval shaped faint black gridded map of the earth: Mystics Council, and underneath that, Watcher, and underneath that, Ranger Elion Kyrue.

"Ok, we're going mum," chimed Sahara eagerly as she looked over, seeing a troll getting swung around by its ankle about twenty feet in the air. Harry was using the fast swinging momentum to stay airborne. How he got the troll up there in the first place was anyone's guess.

She giggled, amused. "He's always showing off," she commented as she suddenly dashed forward, seeming to blink away before blinking back as she charged at fast speeds.

There were about ten trolls left, and they seemed to be waiting for Harry to kill their friend before they met their ends next. There was another ten or so dead trolls all around. It looked like a small war had been fought. She noted wherever they were would have been quite beautiful had the trolls not been bothering them, a nice picnic location, or place to train, or quiet place to have Harry screw her senseless: she smiled; maybe those girls could join them.

Sahara mildly registered her brother and dad shooting off after her towards the trolls; they should not be too much trouble since the creatures were so dense and not very strong all around. She had to get her best friend out of trouble: again.

"He is so troublesome," she commented amusedly to herself. "But I love the idiot, and wouldn't have him any other way."

"Don't worry girls," said Sahara's mother kindly kneeling down next to Rose, Ginny, and June. "Those four will get rid of the trolls then we can get out of here," she smiled. "Oh, by the way, I'm Elion, Rochin's wife, it's nice to meet you … you aren't hurt are you?"

The girls shook their heads sighing in relief they offered small smiles. "I-I'm Ginny, and these are Rose, and June, Harry's sisters."

She looked the sisters over in surprise before grinning. "Well, I'm glad Harry has finally stepped up and found that things have changed. I told him that he should go and find you but would he listen? No, he waited until... well," she said with a grin as she trailed off her little rant. "It's nice to meet you girls, so how did you all end up in this mess?" she asked eagerly. She wanted to know for her reports, plus there were running bets on who Harry would piss off next and hoped she won; the pot was getting quite large.

"Um, Death Eater's kidnapped us and brought us to you-know, um, V-Voldemort," Ginny began, only mildly surprised the woman did not show the slightest fear or flinch at the name. "Harry followed us, and saved us … but he had already been in some fights with Death Eater's and I think he's tired. He shot some Death Eater's and they panicked and we escaped down some caves, shot Voldemort too. I bet my mum's worried sick."

Elion had to have a chuckle at how fast she spilt, and she had just won a tidy sum of money. Well, Sahara mentioned he was returning to England finally, so it was a sure thing he would piss of Voldemort: it was good to get inside information.

"Well not to worry, we'll take you home, get you washed up and fed then get you back home in no time," she readily promised them with a small grin.

The troll Harry was swinging around crashed into the ground in a bloodied heap as the young bandit tumbled back down, landing lightly on his feet with a smug grin as he turned to his next opponent.

Sahara had reached her first targeted troll and flew up and at it with a swift and fast left spinning hook kick, smashing her foot into the back of its head: it flew, crashing its stubby head through a thick tree and went limp: unmoving as she landed lightly in a sweeping motion, giggling at the troll hanging limply from its head.

Rochin was nowhere near as graceful as his right fist crashed into the centre of his trolls back. A huge crack reverberating through the valley as the screaming troll went bouncing across the dirt, trailing blood. His left leg snapped up, smashing the arm of another, it flew crying out dumbly, crashing into another, very hard: neither got up, and blood and bone split from ones arm. He never had patients for dramatics when fighting weaklings.

Arctic groaned, as he sped towards his first troll. These things were too boring to fight. They had no skill or intellect. He should have stayed with the cute girls.

He sped on and slid down, sliding across the dirt, low between and through the trolls legs; he grabbed its ankles and stood pulling its legs out from under it. The troll hit the ground hard, stirring the dirty floor, he raised his right hand and formed a small blue ball of energy an inch from his palm and lobbed it nonchalant at the floored monster. The energy exploded on the trolls face with roaring ferocity, and the sizzling troll no longer moved.

"Hey Harry!" yelled Sahara eagerly as she dodged a club swinging at her. "Who are your friends, the red heads are really cute, and the brunette in the few years?" she asked as she cupped both hands to her right hip a small ball of blue white energy began to swirl within her cupped palms.

"Ka!" she began, the energy growing slightly. "Me!" she added, the energy beginning to sizzle and roar. "Ha! … Me! … Haaa!" she yelled out, thrusting her hands forwards. Her wrists pushed together, her hands open but curved, as an immense roaring wave of blue-white power blasted forward, tearing the ground on its way, before engulfing three trolls, which screamed in strangled agony before any sign of them through the energy sizzled away the beam faded into nothing and the trolls were no more than dust.

"One red head; the one with freckles is Ginny, the other is Rosette, my sister, and the black haired girl is my little sister, June" he answered now she had let up her attack. She just had to show off. His eyes glimpse Rochin as the old man threw a huge yellow energy disk, slicing two trolls in two, spilling blood and guts all over, before the disk crashed explosively into the ground behind his fallen prey.

"Little sister...? Rosette?" she repeated in surprise as her left fist connected with the last trolls gut, sending it hurling to the ground next to Arctic where he flung a blue energy ball at its face and it did not move further.

"Yeah, things change, people change, my sister changed for the better," he replied with a grin as Sahara rushed over to him and they embraced in a huge hug. "It's good to see you," he chuckled as they parted.

"You too; I was so worried when dad said you had asked for help," she answered, taking his hand and leading him back to her mum and the girls, followed by her grinning father and her slightly amused looking brother. "You never ask for help unless you're in real trouble, but then I guess it was more for the girls' safety."

He sighed shaking his head with a small smile. "Yeah, bloody Death Eater's and Voldemort, kidnapping my new friend and my sisters… I would suggest getting the council to come and arrest them all, but they might have all done a runner by now thinking we've already escaped, and handing over their hideout."

"Most likely," agreed Rochin with a grin as they all stopped by his wife and the three witches. "These Death Eater's are bloody filth killing our people," he clenched his right fist in anger, his expression changing in an instant. "They keep attacking in small numbers, unexpectedly, so we hardly arrive in time to arrest them, or better yet kill the bastards when they resist arrest."

"Your people?" interrupted Rose bravely and confused. "I-I've never heard of people who can do what you just did before," she informed them, wondering why they would keep powerful warriors like them a secret.

Rochin's rage disappeared instantly as he looked down at his wife and the three girls sitting on the floor chuckling as he had overheard Harry telling Sahara who two of the girls was to him, which meant the third was too, so he recognised them as witches.

"I mean um… what do wizards call them again son?" he asked looking expectantly at Arctic, confusing the girls further.

Arctic sighed while rolling his eyes with a small grin at his father. "Muggles, Dad," he answered.

"Yeah that's it," the older man laughed. "It's a funny name, don't ya think?"

"Yeah Dad," giggled Sahara, although she was in fact making fun of him, he either did not mind or did not notice. She actually thought it was a stupid, disrespectful and insulting name.

"But you're not muggles?" Ginny said in bewilderment.

Rochin chuckled again, his eyes sparkling as he was enjoying himself. "Never said we were," he agreed with a shake of his head. "Though it's lucky my best mate Jeff left our house before Harry called. He's an um … 'muggle'," he laughed shaking his head again. "Would have tagged along, and he would have been here in an instant trying to blast … um," he looked around and frowned in confusion before shrugging. "Well blast this place to pieces searching for this, um … oh, what's his name?" he asked looking down at his wife expectantly.

Elion laughed and rolled her eyes. "Voldemort," she answered for him with an amused shake of her head.

"Yeah that's the one," he agreed laughing more. "That's even funnier than muggles. These dark assholes and their stupid names," he chuckled shaking his head. "Well, as I was saying Jeff's a muggle, well mystic. Anyway he would be tearing this place up … he wouldn't have got very far, but still, the man's always crying about how much he wants to throw lightning bolts at Voldemort and make him dance."

Rose, Ginny and June didn't know why the others found that funny as it sounded like these people didn't consider Voldemort the great threat that their people did, and they were confused as to how a muggle could use magic at all, let alone lightning bolt magic.

"Who are you people?" Rose dared to asked, more confused than when she saw a boy Harry's size throw around trolls.

Rochin found the girls confusion funny, and laughed hard with his daughter, Sahara. He moved the left side of his coat aside still laughing, and pointed to the chest of his Kevlar vest where they saw a similar in-signer to Elion's, only in red, with neat printed writing: Mystics Council, and underneath that, Watcher, and at the bottom, Captain Rochin Kyrue.

"I'm a cop," he declared proudly to clear up the girls' confusion, though none of them seemed to understand.

"He's a police officer, well police captain," Elion tried to elaborate with little success as they lived too closed off from the real world. "Um, oh… like an auror," she smiled as the girls expressions turned from confusion to comprehension. "So am I, well of a different type. I'm a Ranger," she said proudly pointing to the badge on her vest.

"Yup, I got my badge here somewhere," said Rochin putting his right hand in his inside left pocket of his coat and rummaging about. He then pulled out a rectangular leather wallet and flipped it open.

Inside on the right side held a nine-point platinum pentagram star with rune marking engraved, with some kind of crystal gem in the centre, which created a holographic illusion of the same in-signer as that on his vest. In addition, on the other side, a plastic ID card with his picture, and the same in-signer, though with just Mystics Council and Watcher on it behind a transparent plastic screen with his name, rank, and ID number below.

"You're aurors?" June asked shyly as Rochin put his ID away.

"No," he chuckled. "We're Watchers," he laughed. "That's what we call our law enforcers like me and Elion. Though, she protects animals, and magical creatures to keep all of the rare ones safe from idiots wanting them for some reason or another, potions mostly. But then some supposedly normal animals have magical properties or abilities and she keeps them under wraps-."

"Can we get out of here," Harry interrupted, drawing everyone's attention. "I would like to take a shower, and take these three home, and start my new job; I only have the weekend to prepare."

"You have a job?" asked Elion narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "A job your grandpa would have loved doing?" she asked in a disapproving tone.

Harry shook his head in the negative, only the witches looked confused. "I… um, I kinda agreed to teach self defence at Hogwarts."

"Well that's different then," said Elion brightening as she stood. "Come on you three we can't sit around here all day." She smiled as the three girls nervously stood and stretched the cranks from their bodies.

They all waited as Elion pulled a small glass ball from her pocket no bigger than a large marble with a beautiful blue cloud of energy inside. "This is a Boom-Bridge," she elaborated for the three witches' confused expressions. "It will take us out of here."

"Why's it called a Boom-Bridge," Ginny had to ask, it seemed a waste of its beauty to use it.

"That's easy," giggled Sahara as she snatched the sphere from her mother's hand and threw it to the ground in front of them: Boom! It exploded, making the witches' jump as the others laughed. It created a rippling swirl of blue energy open before them, leading in, like a doorway opened up in space, with a darker path like a bridge leading onward. The two witches' mouths opened in awe and shock, understanding the name better.

Rose, Ginny and June had lived within the magical world all of their lives and had thought that they could not be surprised when it came to magic. However, in these past two days they had been sorely mistaken. This one sight was just amazing, especially in its beauty. They had a feeling these few shocking things might just be the tip of the iceberg, and they had forgotten that magic was wondrous and vast beyond imagining.

"Well come on you lot before it closes," said Rochin with a huge grin.

Harry grabbed Ginny's hand while Rose quickly followed, holding June's hand, and they walked into the portal. The witches were awed by the energy that swirled around them as they saw a white light at the other end, presumably the exit. Rochin and his family were bringing up the rear, as the entrance closed giving them only one direction to walk: just a short way.

"Wow, this mode of travel is awesome," chimed Ginny eagerly with excitement shining brightly in her brown eyes. "Screw floo, we should use these everywhere we go – we don't get dirty from soot, or dizzy."

Harry laughed and nodded his agreement. "But still not many people can make them so they're expensive. We're just lucky Elion's one of those people who can," he chuckled as the three cute witches' nodded in agreement.

to be continued...