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The first thing Clary noticed about what she would later recognize as the Forest of Dean was how much she would have loved to draw it. Tall, curvy trees, refracting the sun's rays, surrounded them. The white snow, the brown bark, it made her long for her sketchbook in New York. That was the second thing she realized. They were no longer in New York, but instead England.
While she and the others were busy gaping at the new landscape, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were busy. There was a tent in the center of the clearing, surrounded by footprints and other random objects.
"Where are we?" Asked Simon.
"The Forest of Dean." Hermione answered.
"So, tell me, why the Forest of Dean?" Jace said, sitting on the forest floor.
"My mum and dad took me here as a kid, and it was the first place I thought too go after Godric's Hollow." Said Hermione, taking out a small purse and yanking it open. To mostly every ones surprise, she stuck her entire arm down into the small pink hand bag and pulled out a sword. This action of pulling out a sword caught the attention of the Shadowhunters and Hermione was given their full attention.
"You're holding it wrong," Jace said, standing and automatically correcting her stance and hand placement.
"Erm, thanks. You people like sharp things. So can you tell us about this sword?" She handed the blade too Jace, who took it gingerly and inspected it closely.
"Does it have a name?" asked Alec, looking over Jace's shoulder.
"Well, we call it the Sword of Gryffindor."
"The Gryffindor? The founder Gryffindor?" Magnus asked, arms crossed, eye brows up.
"Yes. It has his name engraved near the hilt." Harry said, pointing towards the name engraved on the blade.
"This is more of a ceremonial sword, very unlikely that it ever served in to many fights," Jace said, running his finger along the blade.
"What I'm worried about is," Magnus noted, "how you acquired such a priceless artifact. No, I want to know every thing from the very beginning."
So they told him. They started off in their first year, with the sorcerer's stone, then the chamber of secrets, Sirius Black, the tri-wizard tournament (which, Izzy pointed out was really a quad-wizard tournament), the battle at the ministry in their fifth year, and then the horcruxes. They ended with their adventures in the forest and finished off with the doe.
"When we got the sword, Harry put his hand on the hilt and a little envelope popped out of the hilt, saying 'Send this to Magnus Bane' at the end there was this signature, Albus Dumbledore. We were also told to apparate to your apartment and ask for help. You know the rest." Ron finished. Everyone was staring wide eyed at the trio, who looked fairly uncomfortable.
Jace broke the icy silence and said, "I thought we had it tough, but that, that story is horrific. I feel bad." Everyone nodded silently
By this time, it was late evening, and dinner was in order. Magnus clapped his hands and a table, decked with food appeared. Ron gawked at it, then turned to Hermione and asked "But I thought you said that you couldn't just make food out of thin air. Something about Grumps Rule of Central Transfiguration."
"Ronald, it is Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration, and you are right, you can't just make food." She turned to Magnus. "How did you do it?" He shrugged and answered simply, "Magic."
The others had not cared how food just appeared, so they dug in, eating asparagus, turkey, potatoes, biscuits, watermelon, ham, and so much more.
"Now be carefull, the Queen will be wanting her table back," Magnus said. Everyone looked at him and he shrugged. "Everything comes from somewhere." But now they were past the point of caring, laughing, eating, and discussing. Izzy and Clary were enveloped in a conversation about the idiocy of boys, while Hermione and Magnus were feverishly discussing magical theory, during which Harry and Alec were trying to out weird each other's world, while Ron, Simon, and Jace were conversing about the various uses of a Swiss Army Knife, and how they personally would improve it (Ron would add a wand, Jace more knifes, and Simon a stele).
That night would be the same as many nights after. The new arrivals too camp had brought a (magical) tent with them too sleep in, so nothing was too over crowded.
The next few days went like this: Brainstorming, changing locations, searching and ravaging. Jace even game lessons on Using and Handling Weapons 101. This went on until Hermione gathered them all in at the nearest clearing.
"I've been thinking, about this symbol marked in my book." She showed them all a small triangular eye inked into her book. Magnus muttered something about a 'conqueror of Death'.
"This symbol, it's been popping up everywhere, in my book, on the gravestone in Godric's Hollow, at the wedding. Which brings me too my next point. Xenophilius was wearing this at Bill and Fleur's wedding, which means he must know something about it, and maybe he'll tell us the uses of it and how it can help."
"I'm in!" Jace said, springing to his feet. Everyone agreed, although Magus hesitated. "Xenophilius is a crackpot. He might just think it's a wizard illuminati or something." (Many of them in the group, oblivious to mundane/muggle culture were puzzled at what an 'illuminati was'.) Hermione objected, saying it couldn't hurt to try.
And that was that. The next morning, on Ron's instructions, they gathered their things in Hermione's bag and portaled to the bottom of Lovegood Hill.