Chapter One
Once more unto the Burrow
Severus Snape glanced for what felt like the hundredth time at his map, he was certain that this was the correct location, but it just felt… wrong. The air was so very close, and the heat was almost stifling this time of the summer, but Severus had learned that this forest in Germany was the closest location to Hogwarts that had the herb Athelas growing wild.
And then there was the magic, this forest was full of it, wild and ancient magic, magic that stirred as Severus moved through the trees. It was almost like the forest was watching, judging if he was friend or foe. Thankfully, Severus had gathered several fresh plants, ready to be transported back to the school and watched over by Professor Sprout, who was as excited as Severus to have the rare and exotic plant to watch over. Severus hoped to perfect his restorative potion with fresh leaves of the sweet smelling herb, and to see what other properties the plant possessed.
Suddenly, Severus felt a pulse of magic from the direction of Britain, powerful and yet… familiar… and then came the word-like song, flowing over the trees like a summer breeze, "korko en' fanghorn lema a' amin ar' ethir ten' amin!" [1] Almost in response, the sounds of wings came, as thousands of black ravens took flight, cawing madly as they flew, spiraling together and as one large black mass heading to the north, dancing up and out of Severus' sight. The man just stood in amazement, wondering who or what had the power to command these creatures from such a long distance.
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Harry woke to Dobby's bright voice Sunday morning, "Wake up Master Harry, Dobby is serving breakfast now."
Harry yawned as he pulled his glasses on from the bedside table. Dobby, his house elf, was levitating two trays with enormous bowls of porridge and tall glasses of juice on them. As Harry sat up, Dobby lowered his tray onto his lap, and waited patiently for Faykan to rouse himself. After several minutes, Dobby sighed, "Dobby was hoping that Dobby didn't have to do this…" he snapped his fingers, causing Faykan to be catapulted out of the bed with an indignant shriek and onto the floor across the room, landing with a grunt. Harry sniggered as Faykan glared at the elf, and grudgingly returned to sit on the covers of his transfigured bed, taking the tray from Dobby as he went.
Dobby disapparated to prepare the rest of their things for the arrival of the Weasleys, who had sent Harry a letter via Ron's tiny Scops owl, whose name Ron had said was Pig, which both Harry and Faykan found very hard to imagine the owl deserving. The letter described that Mr. Weasley had managed to acquire tickets for the Quidditch World Cup, and that both Faykan and Harry were invited, as well as telling the Dursleys the time and date that they were going to come to collect the two boys, and that they would return the following summer. Uncle Vernon had very little choice in the matter, as between Faykan's presence and the concept of Harry having a wanted murderer as a godfather, he couldn't very well say no to allowing Harry to attend the World Cup. Faykan settled down with his porridge, muttering angrily about insane elves, as Harry wondered how the Weasleys would come to get them, they couldn't well drive, as they had lost their car two years ago. Harry figured they might use a Ministry car like they had last year.
After he finished eating, Harry sent Hedwig off with his letter to Sirius, after adding that he was going to the World Cup and that he would be at the Weasleys for the rest of the summer.
By twelve o'clock, the atmosphere inside number four, Privet Drive was extremely tense, or at least it was for the Muggle inhabitants. The imminent arrival at their house of an assortment of wizards was making the Dursleys uptight and irritable. Thankfully, Faykan had the insight to distract Harry with a post birthday present; Harry gleefully opened the wrapped package to reveal a long curved sword, which he recognized as one of the many prized elvin blades from Faykan's collection. It was called Hadhafang, and Faykan had said that it once belonged to the great Elrond Half-elven, grandfather of all wizard kind.
"Wow, are you sure you want me to have this Fay?" Harry asked, and his friend nodded, a smile splitting his face. Harry lovingly ran a hand down the side of the blade, remembering the weight and feel of the blade from when he sparred with both Faykan and Draco last year. He truly loved this blade; it felt comfortable with him, like an extension of his arm. "Thank you so much Faykan." Harry said, tears filling his eyes as he half hugged his friend, who returned the embrace and ruffled Harry's hair affectionately, "You're most welcome," he said.
They then played several games of Exploding Snap with cards that Faykan had bought, only because Harry refused to play Wizard chess with Faykan anymore. Harry was resigned to the fact that he was pants at chess, and felt it wasn't worth playing unless there literally was nothing left to do. Five o'clock came and went. Dudley was sent up to Harry's room by Uncle Vernon to say that the Weasleys were late, but neither Harry nor Faykan were paying attention, so focused were they on their game.
"What are you two doing up here?" Uncle Vernon yelled as he burst in several minutes later.
"Playing Exploding Snap," Faykan said while slapping his wand down on a pair of knaves, causing them to fly back into the self shuffling deck. A small counter flipped over another point to Faykan. "Playing… What?" Vernon said, confused, and still very irritated.
"We're playing the Wizard version of Snap. It's the same, except that when you make a mistake, the cards literally blow up in your face." Faykan explain, not taking his eyes off the game. He was only up by several points, and Harry was closing the gap rapidly. They were both soot faced as they had in their eagerness made several errors.
Uncle Vernon's face turned purple, but he kept back any outburst, as Harry accidentally jabbed at a mismatched pair, and the cards exploded, covering Harry's face in more soot. "Well," Uncle Vernon said, still rather angrily, "Well, those people who are supposed to pick you two up are not here, and its half past."
"And, what are we supposed to do about it?" Faykan said cheekily. Uncle Vernon glared at the back of Faykan's head, and stormed out, slamming the door behind him. They could hear him complaining loudly with Aunt Petunia in the living room below them.
"No consideration at all..."
"We might've had an engagement..."
"Maybe they think they'll get invited to dinner if they're late..."
"Well, they most certainly won't be," said Uncle Vernon, and Harry heard him stand up and start pacing the living room. "They'll take those boys and go; there'll be no hanging around. That's if they're coming at all. Probably mistaken the day. I daresay their kind don't set much store by punctuality. Either that or they drive some tin pot car that's broken d… AAAAAAAARRRRRGH!"
Both Harry and Faykan jumped up and dashed downstairs, the game forgotten. From the other side of the living room door came the sounds of the three Dursleys scrambling, panic-stricken, across the room. Next moment Dudley came flying into the hall, looking terrified.
"What happened?" said Harry. "What's the matter?"
But Dudley simply waddled as fast as he could into the kitchen, completely ignoring the two wizard boys. Faykan burst into the living room, Harry on his heels.
Loud banging and scrapings were coming from behind the Dursleys' boarded up fireplace, which had a fake coal fire plugged in front of it.
"What is it?" gasped Aunt Petunia, who had backed into the wall and was staring, terrified, toward the fire. "What is it, Vernon?"
But they were left in doubt barely a second longer. Voices could be heard from inside the blocked fireplace.
"Ouch! Fred, no, go back, go back, there's been some kind of mistake… tell George not to… OUCH! George, no, there's no room, go back quickly and tell Ron…"
"Maybe Harry can hear us, Dad… maybe he'll be able to let us out…"
There was a loud hammering of fists on the boards behind the electric fire.
"Harry? Harry, can you hear us?"
The Dursleys rounded on Harry like a pair of angry wolverines.
"What is this?" growled Uncle Vernon. "What's going on?"
"They… they've tried to get here by Floo powder," said Harry, fighting a mad desire to laugh. "They can travel by fire, only you've blocked the fireplace… hang on,"
He approached the fireplace and called through the boards.
"Mr. Weasley? Can you hear me?"
The hammering stopped. Somebody inside the chimney piece said, "Shh!"
"Mr. Weasley, it's Harry... the fireplace has been blocked up. You won't be able to get through there."
"Damn!" said Mr. Weasley's voice. "What on earth did they want to block up the fireplace for?"
"They've got an electric fire," Harry explained.
"Really?" said Mr. Weasley's voice excitedly. "Eclectic, you say? With a plug? Gracious, I must see that... Let's think... ouch, Ron!"
Ron's voice now joined the others.
"What are we doing here? Has something gone wrong?"
"Oh no, Ron," came Fred's voice, very sarcastically. "No, this is exactly where we wanted to end up."
"Yeah, we're having the time of our lives here," said George, whose voice sounded muffled, as though he was squashed against the wall.
"Boys, boys..." said Mr. Weasley vaguely. "I'm trying to think what to do... Yes... only way… Stand back, Harry."
Harry retreated to the sofa. Uncle Vernon, however, moved forward.
"Wait a moment!" he bellowed at the fire. "What exactly are you going to…?"
BANG.
The electric fire shot across the room as the boarded up fireplace burst outward, expelling Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, and Ron in a cloud of rubble and loose chippings. Aunt Petunia shrieked and fell backward over the coffee table; Uncle Vernon caught her before she hit the floor, and gaped, speechless, at the Weasleys.
"That's better," panted Mr. Weasley, brushing dust from his long green robes and straightening his glasses. "Ah, you must be Harry's aunt and uncle!"
Tall, thin, and balding, he moved toward Uncle Vernon, his hand outstretched, but Uncle Vernon backed away several paces, dragging Aunt Petunia. Words utterly failed Uncle Vernon. His best suit was covered in white dust, which had settled in his hair and mustache and made him look as though he had just aged thirty years.
"Err… yes, sorry about that," said Mr. Weasley, lowering his hand and looking over his shoulder at the blasted fireplace. "It's all my fault. It just didn't occur to me that we wouldn't be able to get out at the other end. I had your fireplace connected to the Floo Network, you see… just for an afternoon, you know, so we could get the boys. Muggle fireplaces aren't supposed to be connected, strictly speaking, but I've got a useful contact at the Floo Regulation Panel and he fixed it for me. I can put it right in a jiffy, though, don't worry. I'll light a fire to send the boys back, and then I can repair your fireplace before I Disapparate."
Harry was ready to bet that the Dursleys hadn't understood a single word of this. They were still gaping at Mr. Weasley, thunderstruck. Aunt Petunia staggered upright again and hid behind Uncle Vernon.
"Hello, Faykan, Harry!" said Mr. Weasley brightly. "Got your trunks ready?"
"They're upstairs," said Harry, grinning back, "Dobby, please bring our trunks to the living room for us." A loud crack sounded, and Dobby appeared, bowing low to Harry with both trunks on either side of him. "Here you are Master Harry." He said happily. Harry thanked him, which sent the elf into a fit of giddiness.
"Ah, right," said Mr. Weasley. "Better get cracking then."
He pushed up the sleeves of his robes and took out his wand. Harry saw the Dursleys draw back against the wall as one.
"Incendio!" said Mr. Weasley, pointing his wand at the hole in the wall behind him.
Flames rose at once in the fireplace, crackling merrily as though they had been burning for hours. Mr. Weasley took a small drawstring bag from his pocket, untied it, took a pinch of the powder inside, and threw it onto the flames, which turned emerald green and roared higher than ever.
"Off you go then, Fred," said Mr. Weasley. "And take Faykan's trunk."
"Coming," Fred said, hefting the trunk and carrying it into the fireplace with a call of, "The Burrow!" Aunt Petunia gave a little shuddering gasp. There was a whooshing sound, and Fred vanished.
"Right then, George," said Mr. Weasley, "you and Harry's trunk."
After George had gone through, Mr. Weasley sent Ron, followed by Faykan, who smiled impishly at the Dursleys before entering the floo. Now Harry and Mr. Weasley alone remained.
"Well... bye then," Harry said to the Dursleys.
They didn't say anything at all. Harry moved toward the fire, but just as he reached the edge of the hearth, Mr. Weasley put out a hand and held him back. He was looking at the Dursleys in amazement.
"Harry said goodbye to you," he said. "Didn't you hear him?"
"It doesn't matter," Harry muttered to Mr. Weasley. "Honestly, I don't care." Mr. Weasley did not remove his hand from Harry's shoulder.
"You aren't going to see your nephew till next summer," he said to Uncle Vernon in mild indignation. "Surely you're going to say goodbye?"
Uncle Vernon's face worked furiously. The idea of being taught consideration by a man who had just blasted away half his living room wall seemed to be causing him intense suffering. But Mr. Weasley's wand was still in his hand, and Uncle Vernon's tiny eyes darted to it once, before he said, very resentfully, "Goodbye, then."
"See you," said Harry, stepping forward into the green flames, which felt pleasantly like warm breath. "The Burrow," he said, and whirled away.
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Hermione was talking with Ginny when they heard the whoosh of the floo, signaling that the boys were coming back with Harry and Faykan. Hermione arrived in the kitchen to find Faykan stepping out of the fireplace gracefully after Ron, just to be accosted by the twins.
"Hey Faykan," Fred started.
"Our favorite little fox," George said
"Would you like to try some toffee?" Fred finished, pulling a bag and offering it to Fay.
"Um…" Faykan said slowly, considering his options. Always a wise move with the twins, Hermione thought to herself. "I think I'll pass for now."
Both red haired boys frowned slightly, then turned to offer the bag to Ron, "How about you ickle Ronniekins, care for a toffee?" they said in unison.
"Since when did you offer me anything?" Ron said suspiciously, further deflating the twins.
"Fine, if you don't want free sweets, well take them elsewhere." Fred said, taking the bag back and moving with George out of the kitchen. Just at that time, Harry came through the floo. Bill and Charlie, Ron eldest brothers, came into the kitchen and introduced themselves to Faykan and Harry, and finally Mr. Weasley apparated into the house, "Well, that could have gone better," he muttered to himself, and Hermione wondered what had gone wrong at Harry's relative's house.
Faykan caught her eye, "Don't ask, you really don't want to know," he said before turning to Harry and Ron, "Come on, let's take our trunks up to your room Ron."
And together Hermione and the three boys, followed by Ginny, set up the stairs carrying the two trunks, Ginny and Ron chattering to Harry and Faykan about the twin's newest idea, opening a joke shop called Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, and Mrs. Weasleys continual efforts to dissuade them from wasting their time, as she saw it. Hermione watched the expressions of Faykan as he listened to Ron's telling of the row between the twins and his mother, especially the way his eyes consistently darted back to Harry. Hermione was certain that the boy had a massive crush on his best friend, but sadly, the boy was far too unsure of himself to reveal his true feelings to Harry, or anyone else for that matter. Hermione only knew because of how perceptive she was.
Just then a door on the second landing opened, and a face poked out wearing horn-rimmed glasses and a very annoyed expression.
"Hi, Percy," said Harry.
"Oh hello, Harry," said Percy. "I was wondering who was making all the noise. I'm trying to work in here, you know I've got a report to finish for the office, and it's rather difficult to concentrate when people keep thundering up and down the stairs."
"We're not thundering, "said Ron irritably. "We're walking. Sorry if we've disturbed the top-secret workings of the Ministry of Magic."
"What are you working on?" said Harry.
"A report for the Department of International Magical Cooperation," said Percy smugly. "We're trying to standardize cauldron thickness. Some of these foreign imports are just a shade too thin - leakages have been increasing at a rate of almost three percent a year…"
"That'll change the world, that report will," said Ron. "Front page of the Daily Prophet, I expect, cauldron leaks."
Percy went slightly pink.
"You might sneer, Ron," he said heatedly, "but unless some sort of international law is imposed we might well find the market flooded with flimsy, shallow-bottomed products that seriously endanger…"
"Yeah, yeah, all right," said Ron and he started off upstairs again. Percy slammed his bedroom door shut.
They all followed Ron up to his room, situated at the top of the house, just under the attic. Ron's walls were covered in orange posters of his favorite Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannons. Faykan shook his head sadly, causing his hair to be tossed around his face slightly. Hermione noticed that the boy's face had started to elongate, and that he was beginning to grow facial hair. Hermione was reminded immediately of her terrible vision she had seen the previous year, in which a red-eyed Faykan had unleashed horrors upon the citizens of London, and himself attack and murdered Albus Dumbledore. She shook herself, struggling to banish the thought, as Ron yelled at his tiny Scops owl, "Shut up, Pig," as he squeezed through two of the four beds in the room, "Fred and George are in here with us, because Bill and Charlie are in their room," he told Faykan and Harry, "Percy gets to keep his room because he has to work."
"Err… why are you calling that owl Pig?" Harry asked Ron.
"Because he's being stupid," said Ginny, "Its proper name is Pigwidgeon."
"Yeah, and that's not a stupid name at all," said Ron sarcastically. "Ginny named him," he explained to Harry. "She reckons it's sweet. And I tried to change it, but it was too late, he won't answer to anything else. So now he's Pig. I've got to keep him up here because he annoys Errol and Hermes. He annoys me too, come to that.
Pigwidgeon zoomed happily around his cage, hooting shrilly.
Ron hesitated then quietly added, "We also don't have enough room for one more bed in here, so…"
Hermione saw both Harry and Faykan raise their eyebrows, comprehending what Ron had implied, then they both flushed slightly. Ginny laughed, "What's wrong, nervous about sleeping in one bed boys?" she teased, causing them both their faces to glow redder still. Hermione found the whole situation slightly ironic, but restrained herself from laughing as well.
"Anyways," Harry said, trying to change the subject, "Where's Crookshanks?" he asked, turning to Hermione. Honestly, it was a poor attempt, but Hermione decided to humor Harry, "Out in the garden, I expect," she said. "He liked chasing gnomes. He's never seen any before."
"Percy's enjoying work, then?" Harry continued, looking now at Ron. Hermione felt that this was a better means of redirecting attention from the fact that he was going to share a bed with his best friend for a while.
"Enjoying it?" said Ron darkly. "I don't reckon he'd come home if Dad didn't make him. He's obsessed. Just don't get him onto the subject of his boss. According to Mr. Crouch… As I was saying to Mr. Crouch… Mr. Crouch is of the opinion… Mr. Crouch was telling me… They'll be announcing their engagement any day now." They all laughed.
"Have you heard from…?" Ron began, but Hermione glared at him and he fell silent. Discussing Sirius in front of Ginny was defiantly not a good idea. Nobody but themselves, Dumbledore, and Draco knew about how Sirius had escaped, or believed in his innocence.
"So, we got the trunks up here, lets go see if you mum wants help with dinner?" she said to cover the awkward moment, as Ginny was looking curiously at Ron.
"Yeah, all right," Ron replied. The five of the left Ron's room and went back downstairs to find Mrs. Weasley alone in the kitchen, bustling about happily. "Oh, hello there dears," she said as they entered, striding over to hug Harry and Faykan, "Welcome, welcome. We're eating out in the garden. There's just not room for eleven people in here." She then assigned Hermione and Ginny to carry plates outside, and Harry, Ron and Faykan to taking knives and forks out also, where Bill, Charlie, Fred and George were setting up tables.
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Harry, Ron and Faykan had just left the kitchen when they heard Mrs. Weasley complain loudly about one of Fred and George's prank wands that they had left out.
They had only gone a few paces when Hermione's bandy-legged ginger cat, Crookshanks, came pelting out of the garden, bottle-brush tail held high in the air, chasing what looked like a muddy potato on legs. Harry recognized it instantly as a gnome. Meanwhile, a very loud crashing noise was coming from the other side of the house. The source of the commotion was revealed as they entered the garden, and saw that Bill and Charlie both had their wands out, and they were making two battered old tables fly high above the lawn, smashing into each other, each attempting to knock the others out of the air. Fred and George were cheering; Ginny was laughing, and Hermione was hovering near the hedge, apparently torn between amusement and anxiety.
Bill's table caught Charlie's with a huge bang and knocked one of its legs off. There was a clatter from overhead, and they all looked up to see Percy's head poking out of a window on the second floor.
"Will you keep it down?!" he bellowed.
"Sorry, Perce," said Bill, grinning. "How're the cauldron bottoms coming on?"
"Very badly," said Percy peevishly, and he slammed the window shut. Chuckling, Bill and Charlie directed the tables safely onto the grass, end to end, and then, with a flick of his wand, Bill reattached the table leg and conjured tablecloths from nowhere.
By seven o'clock, the two tables were groaning under dishes and dishes of Mrs. Weasley's excellent cooking, and the nine Weasleys, Harry, Faykan and Hermione were settling themselves down to eat beneath a clear, deep-blue sky. Everything looked delicious, and Harry happily took third helpings of everything in reach, which pleased Mrs. Weasley exceedingly.
At the far end of the table, Percy was telling his father all about his report on cauldron bottoms.
"I've told Mr. Crouch that I'll have it ready by Tuesday," Percy was saying pompously. "That's a bit sooner than he expected it, but I like to keep on top of things. I think he'll be grateful I've done it in good time, I mean, its extremely busy in our department just now, what with all the arrangements for the World Cup. We're just not getting the support we need from the Department of Magical Games and Sports. Ludo Bagman…"
"I like Ludo," said Mr. Weasley mildly. "He was the one who got us such good tickets for the Cup. I did him a bit of a favor: His brother, Otto, got into a spot of trouble, a lawnmower with unnatural powers, I smoothed the whole thing over."
"Oh Bagman's likable enough, of course," said Percy dismissively, "but how he ever got to be Head of Department... when I compare him to Mr. Crouch! I can't see Mr. Crouch losing a member of our department and not trying to find out what's happened to them. You realize Bertha Jorkins has been missing for over a month now? Went on holiday to Albania and never came back?"
Faykan stopped eating at that comment, and listened with great interest to the rest of their conversation, though his attention went unnoticed by all but Harry, who didn't have the slightest clue as to why he cared.
"Yes, I was asking Ludo about that," said Mr. Weasley, frowning. "He says Bertha's gotten lost plenty of times before now, though must say, if it was someone in my department, I'd be worried..."
"Oh Bertha's hopeless, all right," said Percy. "I hear she's been shunted from department to department for years, much more trouble than she's worth... but all the same, Bagman ought to be trying to find her. Mr. Crouch has been taking a personal interest, she worked in our department at one time, you know, and I think Mr. Crouch was quite fond of her, but Bagman just keeps laughing and saying she probably misread the map and ended up in Australia instead of Albania. However," Percy heaved an impressive sigh and took a deep swig of elderflower wine, "we've got quite enough on our plates at the Department of International Magical Cooperation without trying to find members of other departments too. As you know, we've got another big event to organize right after the World Cup."
Percy cleared his throat significantly and looked down toward the end of the table where Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting. "You know the one I'm talking about, father," He raised his voice slightly, "the top-secret one."
Ron rolled his eyes and muttered to Harry, Faykan and Hermione, "He's been trying to get us to ask what that event is ever since he started work. Probably an exhibition of thick-bottomed cauldrons."
Faykan scoffed loudly at that, causing Percy to look over with disdain. Faykan caught his eye and Harry saw him stare for a few seconds, finally blinking and turning back to them, a wide grin on his face. Percy shook his head in mild confused and returned to speaking with Mr. Weasley.
Harry continued eating, listening absently to both Mrs. Weasley, who was trying to convince Bill to cut his hair, even though it was only as long as Faykan's, and Charlie, Fred, and George discussing the World Cup at the far end of the table. They felt certain that Ireland was going to win, because of their superior team, even though Bulgaria had a spectacular seeker, Victor Krum.
Mr. Weasley conjured up candles to light the darkening garden before they had their homemade strawberry ice cream, and by the time they had finished, moths were fluttering low over the table, and the warm air was perfumed with the smells of grass and honeysuckle. Harry was feeling extremely well fed and at peace with the world as he watched several gnomes sprinting through the rosebushes, laughing madly and closely pursued by Crookshanks.
Ron looked carefully up the table to check that the rest of the family were all busy talking, then he said very quietly to Harry, "So, have you heard from Sirius lately?"
Hermione looked around, listening closely, while Faykan simply leaned forward, looking around Harry at Ron.
"Yeah," said Harry softly, "twice. He sounds okay. I wrote to him yesterday. He might write back while I'm here."
He suddenly remembered the reason he had written to Sirius, and for a moment was on the verge of telling Ron and Hermione about his scar hurting again, and about the dream that had awoken him and Faykan... but he really didn't want to worry them just now, not when he himself was feeling so happy and peaceful.
"Look at the time," Mrs. Weasley said suddenly, checking her wristwatch. "You really should be in bed, the whole lot of you you'll be up at the crack of dawn to get to the Cup. Harry, Faykan, if you leave your school lists out, I'll get your things for you tomorrow in Diagon Alley. I'm getting everyone else's. There might not be time after the World Cup; the match went on for five days last time."
"Wow! Hope it does this time!" said Harry enthusiastically.
"Well, I certainly don't," said Percy sanctimoniously. "I shudder to think what the state of my in-tray would be if I was away from work for five days."
"Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?" said Fred.
"That was a sample of fertilizer from Norway!" said Percy, going very red in the face. "It was nothing personal!"
"It was," Fred whispered to Harry and Faykan as they got up from the table. "We sent it."
[1] korko en' fanghorn lema a' amin ar' ethir ten' amin : crows of fanghorn journey to me and spy for me