A/N: Italic bits that come before chapter titles from now onwards are memories- think of them as tiny interlude's/dream sequences of life before our heroes were thrust into an alternate dimension, which will come before we start the actual chapter and will always be from either Harry, Draco or Teddy's P.O.V.
Warnings! Can be found in prologue...Enter with care.
Ghosts of Tomorrow
The graveyard was cold and wet, and every bit the same as Harry remembered it to be. Weather-worn and moss-covered tombs sprouted right and left, among gnarled trees and eerie shadows. A small church peeked from behind the aging bark of a large, yew and not too far in the distance; Riddle Manor stood watching over the town of Little Hangleton.
It was the same, even if it had been a good eight years since the Triwizard Tournament and even though his nightmares tended to embellish certain details whenever they felt particularly vindictive.
The guards were new, he thought wryly as a familiar chill seeped into his bones, churning up feelings of utter despair. He waited patiently for the several shadows to pass overhead and the cold to dissipate, thankful for the wards that kept him hidden from anything he did not wish to be seen by, before turning towards his companion standing just a few steps away.
"Do you think he has more than just the Dementors?"
Silver eyes met emerald green.
"Does that question even deserve an answer?" The figure asked tonelessly. The wind whistled through the trees and some creatures cry echoed through the air hauntingly, an unsettling reminder of the desolate area they had entered, where life was scarce and the dangers many.
"No, I suppose it doesn't." The raven murmured in reply tilting his head thoughtfully. "Still, it doesn't change the fact that I really hate Dementors."
"Tch…baby…"
"Shut up."
"Whatever is awaiting us, we're more than ready for it." The blond stated while drawing two long knives from a sheath in each of his boots. They were pure silver and goblin-wrought iron, decorated in fine, delicately carved protective runes, which he had meticulously taken the time to engrave on his own. The blond then grinned, his steel eyes glinting with a dangerous edge. "And on the bright side, any werewolves he may have left, won't be able to transform."
The raven snorted, unsheathing his own, though slightly more impersonal weapon which hung by his waist.
"You consider that to be a bright side? They can be just as dangerous when they're human."
"You're generalizing Harry."
"And you're a bit of a hypocrite." The raven added pointedly.
"Doesn't change the fact that there's little these days that can hold a candle to us." The blond ploughed on relentlessly, ignoring the jibe towards his less than secret hate of lycanthropes who chose the darker route. "…And since Fenrir's fall, do you really believe there are any real werewolf threats left?"
"Hmm, most of the remaining ferals do tend to be a bit pathetic." Harry consented, running a thumb over the edge of his ruby-handled blade and looking thoughtful. The name Godric Gryffindor stood out when light reflected off the surface. "I really must remember to return this to the goblins…one of these days."
It was the blonde's turn to snort.
"Yes, because that will go over rather nicely with the little buggers." He deadpanned. "It's not like either of us have the best track record with their species…especially after yesterday's encounter to get the sword."
"All I did was steal one of their dragon guards and make them a new door." Harry replied looking mildly indignant before he added with a sly grin. "It wasn't me who flooded half of Gringotts lower level chambers and disintegrated several support columns, causing a cave in on three-no wait sorry, four floors."
"I didn't do that for fun." The blond retorted darkly with a huff. "Preventing Death Eaters from raiding a bank is rather hard when you can only use one arm and are nearing magical exhaustion. Prickly bastards know how to hold a damn grudge."
They both allowed themselves a small, honest smile that disappeared as quickly as it formed.
"Still…" Harry began, emerald eyes closing briefly. "I think it's only right to give it back to them…That is, if we survive this night."
The blond rolled his eyes and cuffed his shorter companion over the head remorselessly.
"There are no ifs, ands, maybes or buts about it." He declared sternly, his gaze cold and without penitence. "We're going in, rescuing Teddy and ending this nightmare once and for all. Heaven have mercy on whoever is stupid enough to stand in our way…for the darker corners of hell are awaiting their arrival."
Harry's reaction was a grin almost animalistic in nature.
"Ooh, nice pep talk Draco. Does it come with flashing lights and pop-up pictures as well?"
"Fuck off you moron." Was the reply but without any real acidity in the words, especially considering the wry grin tugging at the blonde's lips.
Harry sighed and pulled out his wand to accompany the sword held in his other hand.
"Ready?"
Draco smirked.
"When am I never ready?"
Harry took in a deep breath and turned to face the silent village of Little Hangleton.
"Hold on. We're coming Teddy…"
Chapter One: Waking Up To Insanity
When Draco felt himself lying upon a damp, hard surface, he came to rather quickly; rolling onto his feet defensively even though his limbs protested, feeling rigid and heavy, while every existing nerve in his body seemed to prickle as if a thousand volts of electricity had recently coursed through it without inhibition.
The sunlight peeking through the clouds hurt his eyes and the solid ground gave him reason to think most of his stiffness was not solely due to his barely healed aches and bruises or the dried bloody scrapes that stretched across his back and chest, not to mention the out of the ordinary numbness he could feel within his chest…
Then his thoughts caught up with him as he took in the wooded surroundings and the fact that he was all alone. The memories flooded his mind.
...the world had exploded and his vision had turned white, blinded by the intensity of nothing.
Small explosions began to grow quickly, in size and number, and then suddenly the runes upon the ground were pulsating violently while strands of luminescent light flickered, twisting and churning within the drafted arrays from the previous battle. All around them, the air lessened and the magic increased in overpowering folds of foul acidity, tearing at their skin, souls and every fiber.
Their screams echoed, fusing together in their agonized cacophony. Pain followed, excruciating, harsh and cleaving through every nerve- And blood, so much blood that they surely could not be alive any longer…Then absolute darkness.
Darkness so pronounced that it tore at his core and left him feeling barren...desolate...broken...Could he even describe the sense of emptiness washing over him?
Where were Harry and Teddy? Where was Sphinx? Were they all right?
Trees towered above and all around him, as far as the eye could see but other than the dense foliage, he saw nothing else.
In addition, where exactly was he? What had happened?
After a bit of searching and a muttered curse later, Draco discovered that not only was he alone, he was also without a wand, which had most likely been lost in the resulting warped apparition.
Taking a deep breath, the blond forced himself to relax before his body began to ripple and change, until a large feline creature replaced the once human form.
The snow leopard flexed his limbs and sniffed at the air, silver eyes shimmering. An odd scent of magic stood out from among all the nature and he decided that if he was going to have any hope of finding his family, then that was going to be his best lead.
Letting out a soft growl, he sprung forward and sped through the trees.
Harry stirred to find himself lying face down on a gravel path with his arms wrapped around Teddy protectively, the soft rise and fall of the child's chest, assuring him that he was alive, even if the boy did seem worryingly smaller than Harry recalled.
If only they could have rescued him sooner. The raven thought with a deep pang of regret before guilt-ridden fury took over. They should not have gotten to him in the first place!
Groaning as he sat upright while moving his young godson tenderly so as not to wake the boy just yet, he ignored his current weariness and obvious pain to recall last night's phenomena and figure out what had happened.
The excess magic that had yet to fade…it must have had a negative reaction to itself, seeing as it was capable of igniting on its own and causing such large explosions…
The ideas confused him but it was all he could come up with for now.
Then Draco tried to apparate us out- Has to be the worst idea he has ever had…Would most likely have been aiming for the Burrow or Grimmauld Place…Only…
Harry remembered the violent tug similar to the sensation of apparition- pulling harder and suddenly it was burning, freezing and melting all at once…
Their screams. The pain.
Excruciating, harsh and cleaving through every nerve- And blood, so much blood that they surely could not be alive any longer…
Darkness.
His thoughts steamrolled to a halt as his surveillance of the area ended.
Harry frowned at the recognizable buildings that stood just a few strides away from where he and Teddy were sprawled, wondering why they looked as if the fiendfyre had never touched them because he was almost positive Draco had claimed they were burning…
'I used up my shield earlier when trying to get Ted and myself out of the fiendfyre that's decimating Little Hangleton, and up here to find you.'
That is what he had said, was it not? Moreover, where was the blond anyway?
His perplexed and incensed scrutiny of the untouched town, made him seek out the manor house where they had initially been, where he had made sure a great wickedness would never rise again. What he saw made his blood run cold.
What the hell?
Riddle Manor could be seen in the not too far off distance, standing proud, fully intact…
…and were those Dementors circling it? He was sure they had sent those vile creatures packing when they first infiltrated the village. Just what was going on? Was he hallucinating?
…and was that a troll?
Harry's hand instinctively reached for the familiar warmth of his wand but there was nothing stored within his holster or any of his ragged pockets (just the familiar mokeskin pouch hanging steadfastly from his neck along with a simple snake-charm pendant)…there wasn't even any sight of it on the ground around him.
Where was his wand? Had he dropped it when they apparated? However, that would mean it was by the manor and for all the forces of logic and reasoning, the manor should not exist any longer…but there it was whole and untouched.
Though still fully capable of performing wandless magic easily enough, this situation made Harry feel vulnerable for there had never been a time in the last five years where he had been without his wand. Ever since he had repaired it, the holly and phoenix wand had become his most treasured possession (aside from his photo album from Hagrid, of course) and he loathed to admit, that losing it made him scared.
Harry growled angrily and forced himself to push the thought aside, for right then, it appeared to be the least of his concerns…especially given the supposedly 'destroyed' village of Little Hangleton, was still present.
Well, whatever is going on, I know there's not a snowballs chance in hell that we are staying to find out…
Gently lifting Teddy in his arms, the raven got to his feet a bit shakily but stopped when his godson began to squirm.
"Teddy?"
Warm blue eyes opened slowly and the child grimaced at the shining sun above him. Teddy blinked a few times before his vision had adjusted accordingly, and then met his godfather's concerned, emerald gaze before looking around carefully.
"W-what happened? Where's Draco?" The boy remembered the awful pain, so dreadful it was worse then what the dark men had done to him. His hand instantly reached for one of the marks made from their handling.
Harry followed the movement and bit his lip to keep from glaring at the dark bruises that covered Teddy's face (he would be righteously angry when he could afford to let his guard down), and instead, hoisted the boy up a little more securely in his arms and let a faint, albeit forced smile touch his lips.
"Remember how Draco and I always promised we'd be honest with you?"
Teddy nodded. That conversation was one that had kept him strong through many scary nights.
"You said you'd make sure I always know the truth, even if it was the simplest of details, so that I'd be safe and aware of the dangers."
"Exactly…because even though you're a child, there are just some instances where not knowing the truth, will get you in trouble." Harry murmured, thinking of all the situations he had been through in the past, where knowing the truth could have saved so many. "So, I'm going to be honest with you Ted, I don't know what happened or where Draco is, but we're going to find out, okay?"
Teddy noticed the dark, intense look that lurked behind his godfather's concern and care, and realized that there must be something more to whatever was going on, and what it appeared to be. Therefore, he put on a brave, somewhat tremulous smile, pushing aside all his fear until he had a chance to absorb it properly…For the moment, the past few horrors that he had seen, could wait. His family was more important.
"Okay…" He whispered. "…and we'll find Draco, just like he found you."
Harry nodded his head jerkily.
"Yes."
Harry glanced back at the house that he had always associated with boding evil, his instinct warning him that something was not right, but for now, he would focus on finding Draco and getting Teddy somewhere safe. The raven looked back when a soft tug drew his attention and smiled at Teddy, whose eyes gleamed with worry and well-contained panic.
"Let's go."
Harry felt a mild flare of magic spike beneath his feet and he froze at the possible implications.
"What's wrong?" Teddy questioned with a frown.
The raven glanced quickly at the ground and narrowed his green eyes at the thin, spidery traces of silver runes that tinted the earth so faintly that they almost seemed invisible, then cast a fleeting look to where he had first woken, noticing that they had miraculously missed them somehow…
Only to set them off now…Harry thought darkly. Great, just brilliant…Some highly trained wizard I am.
Suddenly a loud siren-like wail permeated the air and Harry tensed while Teddy flinched. The cracking sounds of apparition filled the air and Harry's face turned blank with determination.
"Hold on tight." Harry muttered while he cast a wordless glamor on the both of them, making their features plain and nondescript. Always a good defense given their notable features and if the years had took him anything important, it was that unnoticeable features tended to be forgettable.
Teddy didn't need any further explanation as figures appeared, dressed in black cloaks and familiar, horrific masks.
Death eaters! Why were there death eaters here?
"Don't move." A cold, commanding voice ordered (one Harry was sure he recognized) while the new arrivals spread out to surround the young man and his charge. "You are trespassing on private land, boy."
"Good thing we weren't planning on staying then." Harry replied dryly, mildly indignant as to how he could be considered a child after his eventual growth spurt had finally hit, unless the man was just trying to be insulting. "Contego!"
Held safely in his godfather's arms, Teddy felt the extreme heat of the shield before he saw its golden glow wrap around them, as multicolored streaks of light streaked from a dozen outstretched wands.
Draco, having heard an explosion while attempting to find his way through the forest, ran towards the source of noise wondering if by any remote chance, that was where he would find Harry and Teddy…Hoping, praying that if that was the case, that they were both alright.
Meanwhile, not too far off from the silver-eyed leopard, Harry struggled to avoid spells cast from robed figures, while also keeping Teddy from any further harm.
He barely had time to dodge a red, destructive light before two more curses (most likely as damaging or even more so then the last) came his way. In a split-second, Harry had another golden barrier up, negating the spells with little effort. Yet the raven knew he could not keep this up for much longer, his body was holding on through pure determination and very soon, he was going to burn himself out.
Using a short cherry wand (taken from one of the hooded figures who had stupidly tried to grab hold of Teddy), Harry cast a few more hexes only to be rewarded will several more headed his way.
Only I can go from one death-defying situation and leap straight into another one, He mused silently. Hermione was wrong when she said I had a hero complex…I'm more like a fucking magnet for trouble.
Draco's heart lurched with conflicting emotions as he leapt from the forest and straight into the middle of a heated battle. Harry and Teddy (their features partly distorted but still recognizable), stood not too far from him and were both all right despite the obvious circumstances of being encircled by what looked like a dozen death eaters (which confused the blond but he could ignore that for the time being) and…
Was Harry shorter?
The blond almost (keyword being almost), paused in his steps at that thought, but quickly shook his head mentally and dismissed the notion. There was no way that Harry was shorter and it was probably just some trick of the light making him delusional.
The large cat rushed towards the nearest person and sank his teeth into the soft flesh of their thigh, ignoring the agonized shout that then ripped through the air as he eluded a sudden flurry of red light.
In an instant, he was changing back, his feline form giving way to a human one.
Purple flames burst from his fingertips, colliding with the ground in front of Harry and causing a momentary distraction as they collided with dirt and created an explosion of sand and amethyst sparks.
"Duro!" He then shouted and a sick, cracking sound filled the air as a surprised figure collapsed in a howl of pain with his shinbone sticking grotesquely through the dark material of his robes. Two of his companions immediately whisked him away.
This seemed to snap the rest of the group from their momentary shock, for they began the assault again while Draco slipped easily within the folds of Harry's protective shield while adding in some of his own energy.
"Glad you're okay Ace." The raven whispered in relief (though there was an odd expression in his emerald eyes that set the blond on edge).
Meanwhile Teddy sighed heavily, a bit of his worry fading away.
"I'm always okay, Shade." Draco replied haughtily, but noticed the use of his code name and quickly became vigilant of the situation, knowing the use meant there was something suspicious going on and they were best off giving away as little information as possible. "Why, you couldn't possibly have been worried about me?"
"Never, prat."
"What are we going to do?" Teddy asked quietly, interrupting their banter. Draco ruffled the boy's brown hair comfortingly, while watching the golden shield shake and tremble, as wave after wave of spells, were thrown its way.
"Pretty determined bunch, aren't they?"
"It won't hold much longer." Harry said, feeling the shield strain dangerously even as he spoke and casting Draco a 'We need to talk later' look. "What do you suggest?"
"Escape." Draco deadpanned, listening to the robed figures aggravated shouts and crude exclamations, at their continuously failed attempts to break though the golden bubble.
Harry refrained from rolling his eyes at the obvious answer.
"We're stuck in an anti-apparition ward, among other things…" The shield wavered slightly and the raven grimaced at the fluctuating energy. "And even though we have the ability to null and void all anti-apparition rules, I know our magical cores are dangerously low…" Harry threw a meaningful look in Teddy's direction before adding.
"I'd hate to take the risk."
Meaning: Given what happened last time, maybe we shouldn't do it again…The blond thought.
Draco's silver eyes gleamed, his mind processing all the possibilities of their situation and any possible outcomes it could have.
"Got any emergency portkeys left?" He finally asked.
"Those could lead anywhere." Harry snapped. "They may not even work."
"Your point being? There might be a thousand what ifs." Draco huffed, gesturing vaguely at the people throwing curses their way. "I think anywhere, is better than here and if they fail, then we will simply have to think of something else."
The two locked gazes for a few seconds of stilted silence before Harry sighed and nodded.
"Okay."
Draco completely took over the task of maintaining the special, resolute shield, while Harry set Teddy gently on the ground and pried open his mokeskin pouch (it really was a wonder how that thing could survive through everything). A quick 'Accio portkey' and in a few seconds, an object flew from the bags depths and into his outstretched hand.
Harry frowned at the tarnished brass doorknob.
"This is one of Luna's…"
Draco's grey eyes shimmered with an unreadable emotion, before he allowed a brief smile to touch his lips while patting his raven friends shoulder.
"Then we know it leads somewhere good."
Harry made no reply as he bent to pick up his godson. "We need to get outside of the wards."
"Now?" The blond queried and his companion nodded.
The shield went down and both dodged the incoming spells.
"Incarcerous!"
"Iacio!"
Harry's jinx hit two figures at once, bringing them both down together in a tangle of thick black ropes and muffled cries.
Draco's hex caught someone in the shoulder and the person flew backwards violently, her high-pitched scream echoing all around the village until she hit a brick wall and collapsed in a heap, and did not get up again. While her companions cried out in rage, the duo barely flinched at the obvious death and the child simply closed his eyes, hiding his face from view.
"Stop them!" A voice shouted.
Cold suddenly seeped into their skin as shrouded figures descended upon them from the sky. Using the procured wand, Harry pointed it at the sky and yelled.
"Expecto Patronum!"
A memorable, silvery stag erupted from the tip and chased back the approaching Dementors easily.
Almost there, thought Harry as they edged their way out of the wards. Just a bit more…
Then the earth around them suddenly began to shudder and Harry felt his legs give way, barely managing to keep his hold of Teddy and the portkey as they rolled with the terrain.
Next to him, Draco cursed as the ground heaved like a wave and caused them to separate, with the blond landing dangerously close to a tall, robed man.
Draco saw the man move towards him with his thin wand outstretched and the blond reacted on instinct, thrusting himself sideways to dodge a jet of ominous light before retaliating with a sharp kick to the man's shin, who staggered backwards in surprise. Harry started forward to try to help, only to find he had three of his own masked figures to deal with.
"Consutio."
The sickly orange-coloured jinx clipped Draco's shoulder and he bit his lip to keep from screaming, even as he felt the bones shatter. Harry spared him a concerned glance as he warded off his own attackers, sending one flying into a large oak while he set the others robes on fire.
The black figure took advantage of the distraction and reached out, grabbing the blonde's hair, who grunted at the force.
"Who are you?" The man demanded while Draco thought of a plan to break free.
"I see you're the kind that shoots first, asks questions later if possible." The blond drawled, and then using his good remaining hand, he quickly grabbed hold of the figures robes and brought his knee up crashing into the white, porcelain mask.
It cracked under the pressure, and Draco not wasting a single second, kicked the man away forcefully, sending him sprawling onto the ground with the mask falling away to reveal…
"It's not possible." Draco murmured in complete shock, but he didn't have the time to process what he was seeing as someone grabbed hold of his arm and he felt his fingers touch the cool suggestion of metal, and then suddenly they were being pulled away in a howl of noise and swirling colours, leaving behind the strange, unscathed village of Little Hangleton and calculating silver eyes.
They appeared with a slight 'pop', landing heavily in a field of long grass and vibrant wild flowers as far as the eye could see, with blue-grey mountains dotting the horizon and a clear sky stretching above them.
"I know this place…" Teddy murmured, glancing around with wide eyes. "It's the Pixie Plane, isn't it?"
Harry peered around and a small smile touched his lips. Teddy was right. The roaming hills certainly were what people referred to as the 'Pixie Plane', aptly named after the very creature that gathered within its emerald foliage every summer for some strange reason. The consensus was that they used the place as a breeding ground, but the fact had yet to be proven and most just thought of it as a useful picnic area for families.
Luna's port key had led them to a place that held some fond memories, even if they were also some of the last memories where they had all been together and happy…before everything went downhill.
"That means Greystone Village should be just over the next hill." Harry announced, getting waveringly to his feet and taking a hold of Teddy's small hand while beginning to walk (albeit with a limp) in the direction, he had pointed out while casting a few more glamour's to hide their battle worn appearances. "We can stay at the tavern."
…and find out what is going on, He mentally added.
Draco simply nodded and followed in silence while careful not to jostle his injured arm, which concerned the raven a little though he chose to let the matter slide for the time being.
At first glance, the village seemed to be the same, but Harry quickly realized that he was mistaken.
"Do you see what I see?" He asked Draco softly and watched the blond nod from the corner of his vision.
The small war memorial that had once stood proudly by the village's entrance was no longer there and houses, buildings and undergrowth once scarred by battle, stood whole and unharmed.
Harry would have called it a ghost town if it were not for the people moving about their daily business.
"A trap?" Draco asked and Harry shook his head.
"I don't sense anything out of the ordinary but let's be careful."
The two unconscientiously positioned themselves closer together, walking in unison through the quiet streets until they reached a small building with a familiar blue and green sign that read 'The Blue Note Pub.' Then they walked a little more to the left until a new sign appeared, visible only to those who knew what to look for in the clearly muggle territory.
'The Wilted Rose' was an entirely wizard pub that marked the entrance to the magical side of Greystone Village, an area hidden similarly to the way Diagon Alley was. Harry and Draco wasted no time entering the building, internally sighing with relief, allowing some built up tension to leave, when the door shut behind them.
The pub was quaint and clean, just as Harry remembered, though the barman was unfamiliar. The few tables had even fewer people seated at them but the raven figured the less people there were, the better it was for him and his family.
"Name's Victor Rhymes, what can I do fer yeh gents?" The barmen asked as soon as they reached his counter, his accent notoriously reminiscent of a certain half-giant they had once known but with none of the friendly warmth.
Harry inspected the man's short, straw-coloured hair and brown eyes with little interest, noticing the wand tucked in his apron for easy access and that his hands fidgeted ever so slightly, something most people would generally overlook.
The raven would have thought the action strange, but they were living through hard times and the behaviour was something he could easily excuse.
"We'd like a room please, if you have any available."
The barmen's eyes flicked over each of them, lingering shortly on Teddy who Harry instinctively hugged a little tighter (though remained mindful of the boy's wounds).
"Separate rooms?" He asked after a moment, eyes still dark with suspicion.
"One will be fine." Harry said, thankful for the unique glamour they all wore.
"That'll be three galleons and two sickles." The barmen grunted shortly, turning to grab a key off the display behind him and thrusting it towards them.
Harry wordlessly handed over the required amount, summoned from his mokeskin pouch and took the offered item.
"Yeh can have breakfast down 'ere or in yeh room."
"In our room if it's not too much trouble?" Draco asked and the barman spared him a wary (almost puzzled) glance before nodding tersely.
"I'll get me house elf, Tizzy, to send it up." He then said. "Its room four, third door as yeh go up the stairs. Yeh can't miss it."
"Thank you." Harry murmured and turned to lead the way, with Draco following close behind him.
They were up the stairs in seconds and upon entering the room, Draco quickly set to work applying all kinds of protection, concealing, sensory and privacy charms, carefully minding his broken shoulder while Harry set Teddy down upon one of the single beds.
"That should do." The blond then murmured and Harry nodded before turning to his yawning godson.
"Let's sort ourselves out, yeah?"
Burning golden flames flashed emerald green, a figure appeared, striding out the fireplace gracefully, and moving forward without pause as he approached an older man seated behind a large desk.
"Albus, something strange has just happened." The man announced, his voice carrying throughout the office clearly.
The old wizards blue eyes gleamed as he clasped his hand together and stood to meet his guest.
"Tell me everything, Regulas."
"There was an infiltration at Little Hangleton…and one of his servants was killed by two strangers." The youngest Black heir replied quickly.
"When?" The headmaster asked, standing abruptly.
"Not even half an hour ago. I could only get away just now…He was furious."
Albus frowned and began to pace.
"Who was killed?"
"Teleia Morton. Whatever spell was used threw her into a brick wall, snapped her spine and killed her instantly."
"Ahhh…"
Albus remembered the girl. Ravenclaw, maybe three or four years ago, and with such a bright future ahead of her…only to become one of His followers.
"You don't know who they were? Why they were there?"
Regulas shook his head.
"They seemed to appear from nowhere. We couldn't get a positive match since they seemed to be wearing an unknown type of glamour. Very strong charms. Though I can tell you they were both very young and…"
Dumbledore paused in his pacing, noting the puzzled tone.
"And…?" He asked curiously.
Regulas hesitated, biting his lip before sighing.
"They had a child with them. He couldn't have been more than two or three…"
There was a moments silence before Dumbledore seated himself down again.
"How strange…"
"Albus?"
The old wizard shook himself free of whatever reverie he was losing himself in and graced the youngest Black with a comforting smile.
"If you find out anything more, you will let me know won't you?"
The young man nodded. "Of course."
Albus Dumbledore took a seat and closed his eyes in an attempt to calm his thoughts.
"Good, strange things have been happening lately and it worries me that we don't know much about it."
A/N: The fight scene for me was terrible, so it will most likely be rewritten at some stage, but for now, I cannot think of any other way to put it.
Greystone is a made up village that is half muggle and half wizard and the Pixie Plane is a group of large hills on its outskirts where people like to have picnics. (Located somewhere between Scotland and England- Use your imagination)
'Shade' is Harry's code name for his animagus form, meaning shadow, darkness or hue (You'll find out what it is soon). 'Ace' is Draco's, meaning number one, first rate or star seeing Leopards are solitary creatures mostly and Draco's name is from a constellation.
Spells: Contego- made up charm meaning shield, Accio- summoning charm, Duro- snapping/breaking curse, Incarcerous- being captured with large ropes, Iacio- made up spell means 'to throw', Consutio- made up spell which means 'to shatter'…obviously my meanings may not be completely accurate.
Please review. Comments and criticism could make all the difference. If anyone has any advice for any of the scenes, please let me know.
(Edited 14/05/2012)
I tried to fix up the flashbacks without making it look like they were taken directly from prologue, but I don't think I succeeded. In the future, that's something I will have to work on.