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Chapter 32Meanwhile, Harry was slowly regaining consciousness. The last few moments were coming back to him… he sat bolt upright, realising that once again, the jets of Avada kedavra energy had not, in fact, killed him. He looked around. He was in a small, dark room, lit only by flaming torches on the wall, and a small fire beneath a small cauldron. Next to the cauldron, a figure sat leaning against the wall. A figure was the only description Harry could manage, as it was draped in a thick cloak which obscured all features- Harry got the feeling that that was the idea. He said the only thing he could think of.
"You saved my life."
"It seems so." It answered.
"Why? How?" Harry asked.
"Why… I can tell you. How… I teleported you."
"But how did you know when?"
"Because I was there when it happened the first time."
"What?" Harry didn't understand, and the soft chuckle told him it was expected.
"I don't know if I should say even this, but if I hadn't saved you, you would have died, and the future would be… unpleasant. Leave it at that, shall we?"
"Do I know you?" Harry asked. The figure hesitated.
"That doesn't matter."
"Then I do." Harry smiled. "Only I don't recognise your voice."
It sighed,
"I altered my voice with a potion." It motioned to the cauldron, "You can't know who I am. It would change things." Harry was still thoroughly confused, and it was now he realised that his head was throbbing. The figure cocked it's head to one side.
"Headache?"
He nodded. It slid a tray towards him, on which was a glass of water, and two asprin. Harry frowned. Since when did wizards use asprin? He shrugged, and took the painkillers.
"So when do I get to go home?" Harry asked. The figure looked at it's wrist.
"Soon." It seemed to think a bit, "Oh, crap!" it exclaimed, "How am I supposed to know!?" It was yelling at itself, not Harry. "Damn!" Then Harry got the impression it was smiling, "Of course, the note…" it took a piece of paper from a pocket, and a pen (not a quill, Harry noted), and scribbled something down. Then it folded the paper, and handed the note to Harry. "Give this to Dumbledore. Don't read it! You must not read it, understand?" Harry nodded. "Good… Dumbledore should figure it out… ha… of course he figures it out…" it seemed to be marvelling at something. Harry shook his head, whatever. It looked at it's wrist again. "You have to go now, Harry." It said. The figure looked up at him, though Harry still couldn't see the face. It seemed to long to reach out to him, but it didn't. Instead, it produced a handful of glittering powder. At the last moment, before it sprinkled the powder over the boy, it gasped, "Oh! Don't forget these!" It handed Harry his broom, and the smallm wriggling ball. Harry nearly laughed.
"Thank you." He said.
"It's ok. Don't forget the note!"
"I wont. Good bye."
"Bye." It covered Harry in powder, mumbled some words, and clapped. Harry was sure he saw a stiffening of it's body, like a cringe, just as the world faded. When the world came back, he realised why. He'd been transported back to where he'd come from- over fifty feet above the quidditch pitch. He gulped as the ground rushed up to meet him, fumbling with the broom, and yelling at it to get it flying. Feet from the ground, he swerved upwards, and landed gently, breathing hard.
"You're sure you don't know anyone who could do this?" Faith asked again.
"Positive… 'cept me an' Tara, and we didn't. I guess Giles' coven friends in England could…"
"But why would they?" Hermione finished for her. The Wicca nodded agreement.
"Damn it." Faith cursed.
"We should return to the school." Dumbledore said, "We can try to contact this coven… Thanks you Miss Rosenberg. Miss Summers. Goodbye." They were back in the sitting room, so he was gone in seconds. The others said their goodbyes, and followed.
The group dusted themselves down in Dumbledore's office.
"Well that was a waste of time." Faith grumbled.
"No it wasn't."Dumbledore insisted, "We know much more about the spell, and…" the office door opened, and Harry walked in,
"You will never believe what just happened." He said grinning.
"Someone teleported you with a Wiccan teleportation spell to save you from Voldemort's dudes." Faith said- she really couldn't have helped it if she tried.
"Oh. Well, yeah… but they sent me back…right to where I was before I left." Harry said. Hermione was the first to catch on,
"Oh god! Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, thank god she remembered to give my broom back."
"She? Who was it?" Faith asked.
"I dunno… I mean, I don't even know for sure it was a girl… I just got the feeling it was… it was so strange. She was so familiar, yet I didn't know her…"
"How d'you mean?" Ron said.
"Well, they were wearing this big thick cloak, so I could see their face, or features at all… I… this is weird, but I think that she was from the future."
"Huh?" Faith was sure she was speaking for pretty much everyone.
"Y'know," Harry said, turning to Hermione, "Like when we went back to save Sirius. She said stuff about 'when she's come from' instead of 'where' and she said that if she hadn't saved me, things would be worse. Oh! And she told me to give this to you." He handed the note to Dumbledore.
"What is it?" the headmaster asked.
"No clue. She said it was important that only you read it."
"And you listened cos…?" Ron said disbelievingly.
"It sounded kinda omious." Harry replied with a frown. "It creeped me out." They all looked expectantly at Dumbledore as he read the note. His face went through stages of expression from curiosity to confusion to amazement, before resolving itself back to indifference.
"Well?" Hermione asked.
"There was a reason only I was meant to read it." Dumbledore said. With a swish of his wand the piece of paper disappeared.
"No way!" Faith exclaimed, "You gotta give us more than that!"
"I cannot." He replied sternly. "I am sorry. But now… if Harry is alright?" Harry nodded, "Then I suggest everybody goes to their common room, or their own room, and lunch shall be sent up. And perhaps we should check on Miss Summers. I would like to know exactly what she did."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked frowning.
"Oh, of course!" Hermione gasped, "You weren't there! Dawn collapsed. We think she might have stopped Ron from going after you and getting hurt."
"Stopped Ron how? He was in the middle of the pitch wasn't he?" Harry was no less confused.
"That's the question." Hermione said nodding, "We don't know exactly." So they all nodded and agreed that they should go see Dawn, neither Hermione nor Faith missing the worried look that had imprinted itself on Harry's face from the moment he heard something happened to Dawn. Dumbledore summoned a house elf, and ordered the lunch as the rest of the school had eaten in the great hall shortly after the incident at the quidditch match.
Draco was sitting holding a woozy looking Dawn's hand when they all arrived.
"Dawn, you're awake!" Hermione cried, running the last few steps to her bedside. "Are you ok?" The others gathered round, and Dawn squeaked at seeing Harry, before she'd even answered Hermione.
"Harry!" She exclaimed, "You're back! What happened!?" Harry smiled, and explained briefly, while Draco frowned. He too could see the mutual worry between the two.
"So Dawn." Faith said when Harry finished, "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. But are you?" She asked nervously, "I'm sorry I did that, but I couldn't think of any other way…"
"It's ok." Faith said, "I get it. Don't worry."
"What exactly did you do though?" Dumbledore asked. Dawn blushed as she realised they were all watching her intently.
"Not much… just a wiccan telekinesis… and I didn't even have the power to do it myself… that's why I grabbed Faith, cos I knew her strength would help."
"With or without help, stopping Ron like that when he was going full pelt in mid air, so far away from you- that was incredible, Dawn." Wesley put in. Dawn went positively scarlet.
"It was Faith really." She said,
"Uh-uh, no way. You tapped a little of my strength, but only enough to make me a little dizzy- most of it was you, Dawnie, and the actual workin' was all you." There was a moment of silence as this sunk in.
"Erm, did I miss lunch then?" Dawn asked, "Cos I'm kinda hungry." Faith grinned, while Dumbledore explained what they'd decided. However, Madame Pomfrey now appeared, refusing to allow her charge out of the hospital wing. Dawn argued, understandably.
"I just don't feel you should be in a crowded common room, with all the students crowding you while you're in this state!" Madame Pomfrey told her.
"Well… she could come to my room." Faith suggested, "I guess they all could if they want." Madame Pomfrey knew now that she'd lost. Her major argument had been crushed, so she sighed, and gave her consent. Wesley took his leave of them with a claim of marking to be done. Dumbledore made to go too, and Faith asked the fifth years to wait a moment, before following the headmaster from the room.
"Dumbledore!" She called after him. He turned with a questioning look. "When is this dragon guy coming then?" She asked. She'd been unsure about admitting the need for help, but it had got to that stage. "With everything that's going on, an extra pair of hands would be useful."
"Soon, Faith." Dumbledore told her, "He is coming as soon as possible. He should arrive within the next couple of weeks."
Faith nodded. As much as she liked being the lone fighter, those Polgaras were a handful, and besides, she was looking forward to meeting this guy. A wry smile on her lips, she turned from the headmaster and rejoined the group.
"You guys wait here a sec." Faith said when they reached her door, I'll open it from the inside- don't want you lot barging in at any old time, now do I?" She winked at Maya, who swung forward to admit her. Only seconds later, the small group followed. Apart from Dawn, their jaws all dropped,
"Oh my god!" Hermione gasped.
"Why do you always say that?" Ron asked, still gaping, "What's your 'God'?"
"Nevermind." Harry and Hermione said in unison. Ron wandered over to the training area, gulping at the sight of the weapons on the wall. Dawn grinned, loving the reactions. Faith smiled wryly, and collapsed onto the sofa that stood in one corner. Dawn sat with her, her head still spinning a little, and they waited until the others had managed to force their mouths closed and sat too.
"Cool room." Hermione said. Faith nodded,
"Yeah, it's pretty wicked."
"So what were you talking to Dumbledore about?" Dawn asked. She'd quickly picked up on the Gryffindor thirst for mystery, making her more curious than she'd ever been before, and that was saying something.
"None 'o your business." Faith reproached her. It was only now that's eh realised that was the worst possible answer to give. They all looked at her expectantly, and she sighed, "It's nothing. Just stuff about precautions an' crap. An' we might be getting some help in. that's all."
"Help?" Harry asked, "From who?"
"Aurors!?" Ron asked excitedly. Draco rolled his eyes, and Danw snuggled up to him, grinning. Faith raised an eyebrow as Draco went to put an arm around her- it swiftly became a stretch.
"No, not aurors." Faith said, without looking away from the girl she'd come to feel very protective over. "They've got bigger fish to fry at the mo'. An' demons isn't exactly their line of work anyway. This s someone who apparently knows a lot about… dangerous creatures." Dawn knew the slayer was holding back, but got the feeling she was forbidden to say any more. As Faith seemed to be in a genuinely good mod for the first time in quite a while, she was reluctant to push it.
"Ooh, look, sandwiches." Dawn said as they appeared on the coffee table. Faith smiled, knowing that the over enthusiastic reaction was for her sake. Hermione noticed it too, but didn't pursue the subject of this mystery helper.
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