So here is the fourth chapter like I said before the weekend was over.
Chapter 4:
Harry sat in front of the fire in the house as he looked over the file that the Wardens had on his old school. It was pretty extensive; the Wardens seemed to know everything that has ever happened inside of Hogwarts since…well since it opened. He sighed and leaned back in his chair as he read who Head Girl was this coming year, and it sent him deep into thought. Hermione. Harry had known he had a thing for her for almost three years now and it was one of the few things that made him excited about this mission. At the same time however he was scared, what if they were mad at him, what if Hermione didn't forgive him, and what if she was in love with someone else? There were so many what ifs that it made Harry's stomach clench, so he decided not to dwell on it; instead he looked at the file on the shades.
As you know shades are creatures from beyond the Veil of Shadows, but they aren't like dementors. While dementors are specter like creatures that suck the soul from your body and rely on their auras effect on humans to attack, shades on the other hand are specters but they wield spectral weapons and as previously stated their only strength is numbers. Harry had encountered shades once before, when he was a in his first year with the Wardens, they were pretty easy even for a trainee. So it was safe to say that as Harry was now they weren't even a problem, the problem was their master, Dark Warden, and he was still alive and still very much powerful. If he was after the power of that land then Harry was gonna be the only one to be able to take him on.
Realizing the time Harry stood and went to his room. It was a Spartan affair the only personality were three pictures and a Gryffindor pennant above the bed. On the night stand was a picture of Harry, Ron, and Hermione just after she had been revived from being petrified. On top of Harry's dresser were two other pictures, one was the team after their first mission and the other was Harry's favorite, it was of just him and Hermione, just before Harry left school they were standing in front of the express. Harry smiled at that particular picture before going to sleep as a thought went through his mind 'I'll see you soon Hermione.'
The next morning Harry woke up to the sounds of arguing and the smells of breakfast being cooked. He stood and groaned as his joints popped and creaked, Harry got dressed and walked into the kitchen where the usual argument was going on. "Listen you goat-legged hippie you can shove whatever problem ya got with me eating meat" Orsin's voice boomed, making Harry wince at the noise. "And you listen you hairy Neanderthal, those slabs of meat were living creatures, every slab you cook and eat is murder and you should be ashamed" Paner's voice shrieked, again making Harry wince. "You murder things for a living!" Orsin yelled back. "Those are dark creatures, it's different!" Paner defended. This happened every morning, "Ok enough!" Harry's voice stopped the two team members yelling, "There any coffee?" he asked as he looked at the dwarf and the satyr. Soon a steaming mug of coffee was sitting in front of the Storm Warden, to appease the savage beast. Harry was a cranky monster unless he had his morning coffee.
The team ate their breakfast and got their gear together, they were leaving that afternoon. Harry packed his battle gear, the files (on Hogwarts, the shades, and every dark family that could help the Dark Warden), sharpening tools and several sets of clothes, not to mention some food and spare knife...or two. Orsin and Paner both packed the same things pretty much except no files. They took all their gear to the stables to be loaded on their rides.
Now Wardens don't ride horses, they ride bolfs (a cross between a bear and a wolf), large burly wolf type creatures that are faster and fiercer than any horse out there. The Wardens ride these so that when dismounted and attacked from all sides, the steed wouldn't be defenseless and the Warden wouldn't be stranded. Each Warden is assigned their own bolf as a trainee, and they train with them day in and day out building a bond and strengthening their own mounted battle skills. Orsin's bolf was a lot like him, shorter, stockier; a little meaner than most, it was dark brown and have very pronounced fangs with powerful legs and a black tuft of fur on the end of its tail, named Stone. Paner's own bolf was a reddish brown, slimmer than the average bolf and much more nimble and the most wolf-looking out of the team as well as the fastest she named hers Loba. Now Harry's was a light grey fur that was the largest and fiercest of the three, it was a proud strong alpha that saw all of the team as its pack, Harry named his bolf Tempest (Temp for short).
Harry, Orsin, and Paner strapped their gear onto the saddles that were placed on the bolfs. The three were in their normal everyday clothes. Harry was in a black hoodie, blue jeans, and the black boots from his battle gear, not to mention he had his swords strapped on (always waiting for an attack.) Orsin wore traditional dwarven clothes of red and gold, and tan breeches and brown leather boots; he had his axe strapped to the back of the saddle. Paner had her lower half exposed (the goat half), and she had her crossbow sitting on her lap ready to bring up at a moment's notice.
With all their gear packed up, the bolfs saddled up, and with permission from both their squad master and the Grand Master, the team headed north to the only other place Harry had called home and to the only girl that had captured his heart…should be fun!
Shorter I know but this is just a stepping stone to the good one which is the next chapter. Which if everyone is nice and leaves plenty of reviews will be out by tomorrow afternoon at the latest.
Dragon Vongola