Hello Everyone
Everything is not to bad today! Tomorrow I will be at a Doctor Who RPG game for my friend Hope. He is obsessed and I understand why. It is a very good show. I have been practicing my hetalia voices. I am trying to get switzerland down. My friend leanna is going to be doing Lichtenstien. So she wants to do her big brother. It is so cute! Her voice is spot on!
SorryI was rambling.
From Youikina
Harry smiled as he ran through the large garden around the Great Lord's mansion. It has been two hours since he was brought to live with the Great Lord. As soon as he heard there was a garden, he went on a search.
The large garden is full of roses of all different colors. Rolling across the fresh grass, he smiled. It has been so long since he had this much fun.
"Having fun," he heard, causing him to look up. In front of him, is the smiling face of the Great Lord! Brown eyes looked down at him with amusement.
"You like my garden," asked the Great Lord.
"Yes sir," Harry said immediately.
"When we are not in classes, you may call me Tom," said the Great Lord, smiling even wider. Harry looked shocked at the Great Lord. He is given permission to call the Great Lord by his birth name. No one besides High Lord Malfoy and High Lord Snape, got that honor before!
"Thank you sir," said Harry, smiling up at his new guardian. It has been decided that for two year, he would have to be home schooled, to get him up to medical health. It also did not help, that his magic was bound, which caused some problems with his core. It is going to take a while to fix them.
Petunia Evans was given the honor to be buried in the graveyard of ages. A place where only those who deserve it, could be buried.
Harry started to bawl when he found out. He loved his aunt more then anything. For her to be given such an honor, meant the world to him.
When he woke earlier on the couch in the study, Narcissa Malfoy was in the other room lecturing the Great Lord on how to take care of him. She annoyed him so much, that he made her his official medic.
Lucius Malfoys laughter rang through the room.
He had walked to the other room, peeking in. Seeing the red face of the Great Lord, he smiled. The Great Lord was always made out to be the perfect being. Knowing he had emotions now, made sense to him.
"Hello, Harry," said Narcissa, to him. Lucius Malfoy began to laugh louder as the Great Lords face went a darker shade of red, knowing he had been scolded by a less powerful women in front of his new charge.
That was really funny.
"Harry, supper is done. We must head up to the house," said Tom, breaking him out of his daydream. Looking up the Great Lord, Harry smiled. The hand the Great Lord held out for him, is still in the air. Gently grasping his Lords hand, he was pulled off the ground. They made their way back up to the house.
Harry grasped the hand harder. The world around him began to swirl.
"What is wrong Harry," asked Tom.
"Everything is moving," he said. Then darkness overcame him.
Tom called Narcissa to the garden. Harry fell unconscious. She brought Harry to his new room, and began to check him over.
What she saw made her even more enraged. A spell was cast on Harry, many years ago. A spell, that is very dark.
"Tom, SUFFUROR TUUS PRAESENTIA was cast on him," said Narcissa.
"What spell is that? I have never heard of it before," asked Tom, looking at the pale figure of Harry. Harry's hair is sticking to his face, or sticking up at odd angles. His skin, already to pale from many years of being stuffed in a closet, is deathly white.
"The spell translates as steal thy power. It was made to steal the power of criminal wizard, who would kill muggles. This spell is one of the many that is banned for the main reason. To strip someone of their magic, is slowly going to kill them. I followed the link. The person who holds his power is a child, no older then he is. This child, might know about why they have someone elses magic. I would like a mandatory scan of every child, to see if their power is stolen or if they have stolen power. If we find the child within a year, Harry should survive. The spell has been feeding off his magic for years. He is certainly one power child," said Narcissa, looking at the pale figure on the bed. It is most likely the boy would not be able to move anytime soon.
"I would like it mandatory through out the kingdom. We will check the children first," said Voldemort, anger feeling him. He failed to protect this child on the first day of him being in his home.
"Find them soon," he said, before starling emerald eyes looked into his.
"Hey Tom," said Harry, giving a small smile.
"Harry, your sick. We need to find something to cure you. You might not be able to leave your bed for a while," said Tom, seeing Harry look around the room. The bed is Mahogany wood and is carved with ravens all around bed. The sheets are the same color as his eyes.
"Can you read to me then," asked Harry.
" Read to you," asked Tom, looking a little confused.
"I want to hear a story. Please read to me," asked Harry.
"How about I read The Wizard and the Hopping Pot," said Tom before pulling a book off the small shelf to the side. The tale of the Beedle the Bard written on the top.
Tom made himself comfortable next to Harry
"There was once a kindly wizard, who used his magic generously and wisely for the benefit of his neighbors," said Tom, reading from the book.
Toms voice was steady as the beating drum, never missing anything as he read from the book. Harry, with his head resting on Tom's shoulder, soon feel asleep, listening to the sound of his beating heart.
Tonks is tired, she has been working for no less then ten hours straight. They slowly made made their way to every child's house from five to eighteen.
With her partner, she made her way into the Weasley home. She is here to check the only child of the Weasley family that is not in school. Miss Weasley is talking to her partner, a boy named Rand. Going over to the sleeping child, she said," CERTIORO QUOD EST FURTIVUS."
The way this spell work. If the power belongs to the natural body, the child would glow white for two seconds. If the power is red, the power is stolen. The spell translates as reveal what is stolen.
The young redhead started to glow a bight red.
Tonks, immediatley picked up the girl. Going around the corner, she saw Rand talking with Mrs. Weasley.
"Tonk," asked Rand. Giving the boy a nod, she disappeared after grabbing a portkey.
Narcissa is angry. Strike that, she is pure out enraged. Seven kids in total have had their magic stolen, so far. Nine kids with stolen magic, have already come in.
This is not going to be an easy task.
Someone our there has been taking kids magic and transferring it to someone else.
This is crime worth of the Goblin Mines. She had no time to be angry. Parents of the children were taken into custody for questioning.
Even her Draco, had magic stolen. It broke her heart. As she is watched by an Auror, she started healing the kids.
Arthur Weasley stood in front of his wife enraged.
"Tell me now Molly Weasley, how did Ginny get magic. We had her tested when she was born. She is a squib. There is no way she could gain magic like that in an instant. Who's magic does she have," demanded.
"Ron's," said Molly, looking to the ground.
"You would harm one child, so another could be higher on the chain of command," said Arthur, staying next to the wall.
He was taken from work to find out that somehow his daughter had stolen magic.
"She should marry someone of nobility, so we wont be so low on money chain," said Molly, looking him in the face.
"Money! You want Money! How dare you! These are the lives of my children. You wish to harm your own son, so you can have more money in the future. I wonder why we are so poor. I spend hours a day, making quite a bit on money, where did it go," asked Arthur.
Molly turned her head to the side, not answering.
"Tell me now," demanded Arthur.
"I gave it to Dumbledore," said Molly.
"Dumbledore, the very man who tried to kill me all those years ago. You stupid women! I will not let you near my children again. You are no longer Molly Weasly. I demand the family line compensation," said Arthur, causing Molly to gasp.
"No you can't take that from me," Molly screamed standing up, ready to attack him. It wasd already too late. A bright light surrounded them, blind not only Arthur and molly, but the two gaurds watching through the two way mirror.
Ron Weasley was brought to the hospital, immediatley. He had fainted in class. Narcissa smiled as she cast the proper spells on Ginny, who lay beside Ron. A small river of magic could be seen between the two, starting from Ginny and going to Ron.
Ginny, who is tied down on the table, is fighting to get away from Ron. Her mother promised her Rons magic, she had screamed this earlier. This would not do the girl any favors. For agreeing to steal someones magic, a person would spend twenty-seven years in Azkaban. Since she is a child, she might just be sent to a work farm out of the city for forty years.
Ron began to gain color back into his face. His breathes going from shallow to steady.
The process is slow, but it was looking good.
Neville Longbottom is in another room, getting his magic returned to him. It seems his uncle Algie decided to give the magic away to a girl, who would later become his lover.
Many more younger children were poring in.
She certainly had her work cut out for her.
Goodnight everyone!
Youikina is out!