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Summary – Thorn and Mikkel have a bit of fun the day before the raid on Santa Sebilla and Thorn meets Harry for the First time.

Chapter 3 – The Father

Raiding, that's what it's all about. Sailing with my brothers on the wide open sea. Man nothing gets the blood pumping more than the charging forward, waving my axe in the air, towards the fools who should be stupid enough to get in our way. Ah what a life…Thorn thought fondly as he stood up against the railing, watching as the wave broke over the ocean, with a small smile on his face and light in his eyes…ah what a life.

Hearing a small creak behind him, he turned slightly to watch as his brother, his best friend, come across the deck toward him, turning fully he raises his eyebrow in welcome as Mikkel come up to him and says;

"Head still up in the clouds Thorn? Oh what would Eric say, knowing one of his best warriors was away in dream land?"

Thorn laughs "one of his best, I think you mean THE best warrior Mikkel, now let me remind you, who was the Maktig, the mightiest warrior of all Skandia, not one, not two but three years running…oh and let's not forget, who beat you scrawny little ass" Thorn says with a serious look on his face.

Mikkel not worrying, stands his ground, and in a haughtiness fashion, crosses his arms over his chest and brings up on hand to rest his chin on, and says in a bemused voice "oh I wonder who that could have been, it wasn't me that's for certain, maybe it was Svengal…oh no, it wasn't him, I think it was one of his old aunts that he brings up now and then" looking at Thorn face and seeing him getting more and more redder in the face, Mikkel breaks into a wide smile and says "OHHHHhh…now I remember, it was you wasn't it?...now how could I go forgetting a thing like that, my apologies Thorn, how terrible of me" Mikkel can no longer hold his laughter in anymore and breaks out into laud laughs.

Thorn, no longer angry, but knowing that Mikkel was pulling his leg, decides to do the sensible thing, the grown man thing, and with quick reflexes, grasp Mikkel jerkin with both hands, and shifting his weight, throws Mikkel over his shoulder, right over the bulwark of the ship, and into the ocean with a laud splash.

"Oh, Mikkel…How clumsy of you, you should know by now how slippery the deck gets, and you call yourself a see-wolf" Thorn shouts out to his friends, who is slowly but surely being drawn back to the ship by a guide rope that Svengal had thrown out, in more of a reoccurring movements, as this happens often enough that everyone on the ship was used these antics between the best friends.

"All right you dunderheads, quite mucking around! Or all show you a good throwing into the ocean, and you can swim to Santa Sebilla" Shouts a loud, deep voice from behind Thorn.

"All-right, All-right" Thorn reply's, moving forwards to help pull the soaking wet Mikkel over the bulwark and back onto the ship, "Don't get your nickers into a twist" he mumbles into Mikkel's shoulder.

"What was that Thorn" says the voice, rough with anger, right into Thorn's ear.

"He just said, I bet you wished you're brought another pair of nickers, Skirl" Mikkel says to the man, who was, softly patting the leather sling, which carried his heavy battle-axe, with suspicious look in his eye as he looked upon Thorn.

"Is that so" he asks with a questionable tone to his voice

"Yes…Erak" Thorn says with a quick look at Mikkel

"All-right then" Erak says and then turns away, and then with a quick twist, turn back to Thorn, lifts him up by his shirt and pushes him overboard, where he flips over the bulwark and with a great splash lands in the water. As Thorn comes spluttering up to the surface, Erak leans over the bulwark, and says with great dignity;

"It's Skirl"

Then turns away with a great big, laugh, back up to office on the deck to double check the plans for this coming pre-dawn raid of Santa Sebilla.

(Please note: stuff in BOLD, comes from Chapter 1 of the Brother Band - Outcast by John Flanagan)

Wolfwind emerged from the pre-dawn sea mist like wraith slowly taking physical form.

With her sail furled and the yardman lowered to the deck, and propelled by only four oars, the wolfship glided slowly towards the beach. The four rowers wielded their oars carefully, raising them only a few centimetres from the water at the end of each stroke so that the noise of drops splashing back into the sea was kept to a minimum. They were Erak's most experiences oarsmen and they were used to the task of approaching an enemy coast stealthily.

And during raiding season, all coasts were enemy coasts.

Such was their skill that the loudest sound as the lap-lap-lap of small ripples along the wooden hull. In the bow, Svengal and two other crew members crouched full armed, peering ahead to catch sight of the dim line where water met the beach.

The lack of surf might make their approach easier but a little extra noise would have been welcome, Svengal thought. Plus white water would have made the line of the beach easier to spot in the dimness. Then he saw the beach and held up his hand, fist clenched.

Far astern, at the steering oar, Erak watched his second in command as he revealed five fingers, then four, then three as he measured off the distance to the sand.

"In oars."

Erak spoke the words in a conversational tone, unlike the bellow he usually employed to pass orders. In the centre section of the wolfship, his bosum, Mikkel, relayed the orders. The four oars lifted out of the water as one, rising quickly to the vertical so that any excess water would fall into the ship and not into the sea, where it would make more noise. A few seconds later, the prow of the ship grated softly against the sand. Erak felt the vibrations of the gently contact with the shore though the deck beneath his feet.

Svengal and his two companions vaulted over the bow, landing cat-like on the wet sand. Two of them moved up the beach, fanning out to scan the country on either side, ready to give warning of any possible ambush. Svengal took the small beach anchor that another sailor had lowered to him. He stepped twenty paces up the beach, strained against the anchor rope to bring it tight and drove the shovel-shaped fluke into the firm sand.

Wolfwind, secured by the bow, slewed a little to one side under the pressure of the gentle breeze.

"Clear left"

"Clear right"

"Clear ahead"

Erak nodded to himself each time the scouts called out, no need for being stealthy anymore.

"All right" Erak called back the crew that was standing behind him on the ship, lifting his shield onto his arm he moved forward, towards the boarding ladder on the bow of the ship, his crew following him "Let's go."

Moving up towards Svengal, he mentions towards the scouts and says

"Send your scouts ahead"

Svengal nodded and gesturing to the two men sends them ahead about 50 meters, towards the beach that was slowly raised gradually to a low line of ridges that gave way to scrubby bushes and trees. The scouts ran swift and quickly towards the ridges, making their way sure footed and confident that there would be nothing to great them.

The two scouts were about 20 meters form the ridge, when the one of them put his hand in the air, fist clenched, letting his crew and Skirl know that he had spotted something up ahead, just lying in the sand.

Erak haven seen the sign, but knowing there was no danger as the scout hadn't shown any other signs called the scout back to report.

"What is it, what did you see?"

"I thought it was a shadow at first but then I noticed it moving, going by the size and the shape I would say it was an animal of some kind, sleeping along the ridge"

"You sure?"

"Without getting closer, to confirm, I can't be sure, Skirl"

"Balderdash!" Erak swears to himself, knowing that they were already running late, going by the pre-dawn light, they had to do something fast

"Thorn, Mikkel, take care of it' Erak nods his head to his two best warriors and the looks at the scout, demanding where he saw it. The scout tells Erak, and then receives orders to go further along the beach and to scout the area on the flank of the shadow to make sure it's not a trap.

Erak looking at where the scout had pointed but not making much out, looks at Thorn and Mikkel and snarls;

"Well?!"

Thorn and Mikkel, look at each other and flexing their shoulders, loosening their weapons from their belt, warming them up to get ready for the possibility of a fight, start too surly but slowly move towards the ridge where the scout had seen the moving shadow.

Thorn, being the more sure footed of the two on the soft sand, was slightly ahead a Mikkel, when they were just a few meters from the shadowy form at the base of the ridge, as more pre-dawn light came over the curve of the ocean, the more details he could make out, the brown scuffing of woven material, what seemed to look like dirt cloths and black shaggy hair, moving till he was closer to child, that he was positive that it was, he looked back at Mikkel, wondering what he should do, as Mikkel was the father of the two, with a boy at home, Mikkel seemed more shocked then Thorn, seeing a child asleep on beach, in the reach of the elements.

Thorn not knowing what else to do, crouched down, putting his weapon down in the beach beside him, reached out and poked the child.

Nothing.

No reaction.

Looking at Mikkel over his shoulder and knowing that they had to hurry, what with the raid and all, turned back to the child and poked harder.

And the next thing he knew, he was on his backside, arms and legs flailing, started beyond believe, as he hadn't seen the child move, and the said chid was now in his lap, arms tight around his neck, saying his name over and over again.

AN - thanks guys for reading, and I hope you enjoy this chapter, also I won't have much of the extracts from parts of the books, except parts like this one, when they are needed to set the scene. Also again please excuse my spelling and grammar as they are not my strong point, and please review

Writingnerd291 - to answer your question, harry hates his Dumbledore, because in his originally realty, Dumbledore set everything up, you know In those kind of Fanfiction stories, where Dumbledore created Voldemort, a False prophesy, Weasley bashing, that kind of thing.

Please note the next chapter will be in Harry's point of view

Enjoy - BuggyBuggie