Harry opened her eyes the next morning with a grin, she knew that eventually she was going to be confronted by an annoyed elf, but felt it worth it. After all she was the daughter of a Marauder and the god- daughter of another, there was no way they would forgive her if she wasn't at least trying to cause chaos in the lives of those around her. Besides she felt he deserved it for sneaking around in her dreams to begin with.

Harry got dressed headed to the front of the tent where she found Dorian standing in the flap that looked outside looking rather amused. He gestured her over to him. She looked outside to see four people arguing about something. Cullen was in the group along with three of the women from the med tent last night.

They seemed to be arguing about what to do next. It would appear that this little Inquisition had no leader to tell them what to do. While Harry could empathize she knew she would never offer to help. Her plans always got screwed by the Potter luck. So no, she would not be in on any planning sessions. Well that was what she would tell them if they asked her opinion. The real reason, she had done her time, it was someone else's turn at playing hero. Plus she was way too lazy to be bothered.

As the day progressed the quartet didn't stop they just kept going back and forth over the same damn things. She knew it was driving her crazy she could only image what it was doing to those that had just lost everything.

She wished they would shut up for a little while and give everyone a break.

Finally they went their separate ways just after nightfall. The entire camp seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

She was headed back towards her tent when a woman's voice started singing. It started as a solo, but soon the entire camp was singing as they stood in front of the Herald.

All Harry could think was why the hell didn't she get the whole epic rallying song. How fair was that. All she ever got were the whispers behind her back, that she was insane, or evil or insanely evil, or that she was the next Dark Lady or that she was insane. You know as the wizarding world was always changing its mind about her.

It was why she left the wizarding world of Britain about six years after the war to " travel" otherwise who knows what they would have come up with. Still she never got a whole "we need you to fight for us song". Harry kinda felt slighted.

She was stomping to her tent still ranting in her head about ungrateful assholes when she saw Solas leading the Herald out of the camp. She shrugged having no idea what that elf was up to now.

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The next morning had the camp packing up to march to the north, apparently Solas knew of someplace that they could set up a more permanent headquarters.

Krem came over as she was packing up. She had been spending time with the chargers as they waited for everyone to be able to move.

"Hey Krem, what's up?"

"I was wondering about your tent actually. How did you create it?"

"I didn't, thank Merlin, the enchanting evolved is horrendous. I bought mine ready made, the same with almost all my trunks. I can do the enchanting, but I hate it. I just don't have the patience necessary to do that type of work. Give me a tomb of lost or forgotten knowledge then I'm your girl, that's what I love doing."

"But you have done enchanting magic then?"

"Yeah I went through a faze where I wanted everything enchanted. To damn expensive to get it done so I just figured I would do it myself. Hah, the only things I enchant myself anymore are my weapons and my armor."

"What you use a sword or something?"

"Yeah I have my short sword and my daggers. I learned hand to hand but I'm better with the marital arts. Using your opponent against themselves is easier than me trying to overpower them."

"How did you get into fighting?"

"My cousin was a bully he was encouraged by my aunt and uncle to hit me. His gang would play Harry hunting. That's where I got so good at dodging and running. Then at eleven I found out I was a witch, so I started my magical training. That's where I found I was really good at defensive magic. That led to offensive magic and so on. Learning little things here and there too create my own style of fighting."

"Your aunt and uncle let your cousin beat you?" he looked mad.

"My aunt and uncle knew I was a witch before I did, my parents had both been magical so to stomp it out of me they let him hit me, or that what they told me anyway. Fact was my aunt was just jealous of my mother and when my mom died my aunt transferred her jealousy to me."

"Your aunt wanted magic, are you from Tevinter?"

Harry just laughed at the rather obvious attempt to get information out of her. She had been enjoying the rather innovative ways people were trying to get any information about her. She was of course messing with them now. It was to easy to pass up. Besides she didn't think they would actually believe her if she did tell them. Hmm maybe one night.

"Nope" was all she said. "Guess you'll have to try again tomorrow."

Krem laughed with her. He was one of the few that didn't really care but was enjoying the chaos any little snippet of info caused. Usually one of Leliana's people would scramble towards the spy masters tent. He also knew that Bull was loving the game of cat and mouse as much as Harry was.

The only one not enjoying it was the spy master. She was getting frustrated with not getting anything useful about the young mage.