The Phoenix Ancients
Chapter 05 – Fried Turkey Club, Plans, and Allies
Tonks watched in slight amusement and annoyance as Kingsley paced back and forth in front of the chair that she was sitting on. Kingsley had been properly dressed down by the headmaster after the last Order meeting for, and quote, 'not keeping an eye on his weapon'. Now, Kingsley didn't know whether he wanted to be a part of the weapon hunt or not, thus leading the senior auror to the metamorphmagus with authority issues. Tonks had sat patiently through his tirade of Dumbledore looking anything but the leader of the light and had put in her two knuts in when the situation had called for it, but by now she was seriously annoyed.
"Why don't you just quit Kingsley?" Tonks snapped finally, pushing herself out of her chair only to walk to the door of the office. "If your ego has been hurt that bloody much, just quit the Fried Turkey Club!" Kingsley gaped at her whilst Tonks slapped a hand over her mouth, mentally cursing herself for letting that slip.
"You mean…" He trailed off, pointing a finger at her in an accusing way. Tonks grimaced and nodded.
"Remus and I noticed something not right about Harry's stay at his relatives, but by the time we got there to break him out the house was empty. I don't think I can ever forget how much blood was in his room, Shack." Tonks sighed and pressed her back against the door. "And I don't think we're the only ones that are trying to separate from Dumbledore's grasp, Mad Eye and Snape were whispering in the corner of the living room the other night. Caught a snippet of them saying something about Hermione needing protection from him." Kingsley's face set and he nodded, looking stubborn and determined about something.
"I'm staying, I may not like it, but I'll stay. Merlin knows that Granger and Potter need all the help they can get."
oOoOo. Goblin Underground – Hospital .oOoOo
The overly white hospital room was deadly silent as a certain grey-eyed Hufflepuff finished repeating what the Mage that had visited told him. The reactions seemed varied from person to person. Harry and Cedric both wore the same expression of deep thought and curiosity; Hermione and Remus looked about ready to burst about Cedric having been visited by a Mage, let alone being alive; the Twins looked amused; and Calla was confused, having not understood anything that had just happened.
"So this NB," Harry murmured into the silent room, turning slightly concerned eyes to Cedric, "they said to just call for them and they'll arrive?" Cedric nodded slowly, his eyes locked onto Harry's, watching different emotions flit into view before disappearing again. "Think we could call them when we need to leave and see if they can assist us?" Cedric nodded and smiled lightly at Harry before he blinked suddenly, his eyes raking over the younger boy's body.
"Harry? Did you glamour yourself?" He asked wearily at the lack of tattoos on Harry's slightly tanned skin. The green-eyed wizard opened his mouth to say no but stopped then nodded slowly.
"I did when Dobby woke me up, I didn't know who he had brought so I covered it up." He murmured in embarrassment, shooting his friends worried looks.
"Covered what up, Harry?" Hermione questioned curiously, practically bouncing from joy of seeing him still. Drawing his bottom lip between his teeth he looked back over to Cedric, who nodded reassuringly. Sighing, Harry's face drew up in concentration as he waved a hand an inch over his body, removing the glamour on his tattoos. The newcomers gasped in surprise and awe at the violet spindly lines that appeared, being drawn in by the seemingly glowing light silver outline.
"Amazing." Remus murmured, standing from the chair he had been currently seated in to step up to Harry to trace the Rune on his forehead lightly, pointedly ignoring Aurora's growls. Harry blushed and dropped his eyes to the glaring puppy in his lap, trailing his fingers over her wrinkled muzzle from the snarl she was wearing.
"Harry?" Hermione questioned softly, coming to stand next to Remus and joined in tracing the lines. Cedric, sensing Harry's discomfort, stood from his bed and leaned against Harry's, gently pressing his arm against Harry's in comfort. "What do they mean? The mask like tattoo around your eyes, the Rune on your forehead, the Runes on your palms, the Rune on the back of your neck, the phoenix on your back, the dragon on your back, or the half phoenixes on your forearms?" She questioned softly, her delicate fingers scratching behind Aurora's ears now.
Harry blinked and looked up, noticing everyone was watching him now. Sighing again, he settled back into the bed, secretly wishing that the bed was big enough for everyone to sit on it comfortably. Therefore, he was a bit surprised when the bed expanded exponentially. Cedric blinked several times before shrugging and climbing onto the bed directly beside Harry, his arm pressing against the younger's again. After moments of contemplation, Remus, Hermione, Fred, George, and Calla joined the two on the bed.
"Well, to start with, the Rune on my forehead is the Meztli family Rune." His fingers gently rose to trace the Rune with a faraway look on his face. "When Edgar was alive, he was the first of his kind known as The Phoenixes in his time period, but to us they're known as The Phoenix Ancients." Hermione gasped softly, her eyes shining brightly with questions. Before she got a chance to blurt any out, Harry continued. "He was a seer to a certain extent and had learned of his demise. So, with sheer willpower and raw magic, he created a special inheritance rite. Through visions, he saw those that he thought worthy of his powers and passed it to those people that would gain their powers on the day of their maturation." Here, he leaned against Cedric's arm briefly, shocked at what the information planted by Edgar revealed. "Merlin was one, Gryffindor was one, and there are a couple of other known names as well. But they weren't as powerful as Edgar, who's tattoos were a bright cobalt blue with a white outline."
"What does the color of the tattoos have to do with anything?" Hermione grouched slightly. Harry wrinkled his nose at her.
"It deals with the power of the Ancient, Hermione." He replied curtly. "If you don't wish for me to continue, then you should just say so." Hermione looked ashamed and ducked her head.
"Sorry, I wanted to hear more about the history and the meanings of the markings, I didn't see a point to the colors. I apologize, please continue Harry." Harry sighed and nodded tensely, focusing on the warmth in his arm from Cedric.
"Well, the power to color relationship was based on the colors of the rainbows. Red was weakest and violet was the most powerful." Everyone's eyes widened at that and Harry nodded, showing he understood. "The outline color is completely different though; it goes from the darkest of black and up to the brightest white, with all shades in between, showing the intentions of the heir." Cedric tensed and brushed a careful finger over the line on Harry's exposed right forearm.
"But yours are light silver?" He questioned softly and Harry nodded yet again, turning his gaze down to the snoozing Aurora.
"It's because I've used some dark curses and have 'taint' on my magic core from Voldemort." He grumbled, brushing an annoyed finger over his scar.
"Taint, Harry?" Fred questioned, looking on in amazement, curiosity, and concern.
"Yes, taint. As in, if the heir were to be exposed to nothing but 'light' magic all his life and was pure of heart, then his would be the brightest white. But if the heir was exposed to a mixture of magic, 'light' spells, 'grey' spells, and 'dark' spells, but has a pure heart than the outline will be grey. In my case, I have a pure heart, though I do have my malicious moments when it comes to certain things, and I was exposed to potentially harmful magics at a young age. Thus my outline being silver." Everyone nodded in understanding, though Calla seemed a little worried about his confession of malicious moments.
"I'll have to remember to ask you about the air quotes you used on the titles of magic after you're done, Harry." Remus murmured, watching the boy carefully. Harry nodded in understanding before continuing his tale.
"Hmm…where was I?" He tapped his chin slightly then nodded. "That's right, Godric was a reddish-gold with an ashen white outline…Merlin was indigo with a silver outline. So Godric was weaker magically than Edgar, while Merlin was stronger by a bit." At the confused looks, he explained further. "Cobalt blue is between blue and indigo." They nodded and waved for him to continue. He sighed and rubbed at his eyes lightly, fighting off the sleep that he was ready for. "The Runes on my palms are the deconstruct of the family Rune, but provide me with an ability for two apposing elements; Fire for the sun and Water for the moon." Cedric's finger paused in the soothing tracing before starting again, though this time it was a little shaky.
"Wow, elemental control?" George asked in shock. "It was rumored that Godric favored Fire and Merlin favored Water." Harry nodded, a small smile on his face as he pressed his back against the headboard of the bed.
"Kind of a shock, isn't it?" The group nodded and waved for him to continue eagerly. Chuckling, his conceded. "The Rune on the back of my neck is my personal Rune; Godric had a griffin, Edgar didn't leave what Merlin's was though." Harry frowned thoughtfully before shrugging. "Anyhow, the Phoenix on my upper back is embedded with protection magics; even I'm not entirely sure what it means completely. The dragon is similar to the phoenix above it, but its magic is used for offense if I am incapable of protecting myself. The two on my back are supposed to be in the shape of animals that I can relate to." He frowned again, ignoring the soft giggling from Calla.
"Harry, what's Hogwarts' motto?" He blinked at his Aunt then cracked a grin.
"'Never tickle a sleeping dragon.' Well…I suppose that makes sense for the dragon; but what of the phoenix?" Remus frowned thoughtfully then smiled.
"You've grown fond of Fawkes, I take it?" At Harry's nod, he continued. "Well, if a wizard like you is going to relate to, then it would be a phoenix. They are curious, cunning, intelligent, loyal, and brave; ring any bells?" Cedric chuckled and ruffled Harry's hair with his free hand, earning a playful scowl from said boy.
"Anyhow, continuing. The mask and tattoos on my forearms are part of the legacy. The more intricate the mask, the higher up in rank the heir is." He paused briefly and held his arms palm up over Aurora. "The two halves are just interesting tattoos when apart, but if brought together under times of duress and great need, it empowers the body using ambient magic from my surroundings, and….could potentially create a beam of pure magic that exits from the opposite sides of my arms, if struck by the magic the object or person would be…destroyed." He dropped his gaze to Cedric's hand, which was clutching his thigh in shock, only to fight down the pleasure that it shot through him. "If it strikes a person, the soul is ripped from the body and practically shredded, while the physical body disintegrates." Cedric dropped his head to Harry's shoulder in shock, the other's looking as if they were about to faint.
"That…." Remus started but was unable to finish.
"Bloody brilliant, scary, but brilliant." The twins exclaimed, unknowingly quoting their little brother. Harry's nose wrinkled in disgust at the reminder of the youngest Weasley male, as did Hermione's.
"Anyhow, other than that, there's not much to tell about the Ancients." He shrugged, careful of Cedric's head that he was trying to ignore. Remus nodded then yawned, which seemed to set everyone off into yawning as well. "I think we should get some sleep." After everyone agreed, they climb off the now shrinking bed, with Remus conjuring recliners for the guests to sleep in. Cedric, however, failed to move and when Harry looked over his heart fluttered at the sight of Cedric already asleep on his shoulder.
"I can move him for you Harry?" Remus asked softly but Harry paused then shook his head.
"Don't, he's been having trouble sleeping. I'll be able to help him if he stays here." The werewolf nodded in understanding, knowing Harry had dealt with nightmares as well, and settled into his chair for a night's sleep. Scooting down in the bed, he almost laughed loudly when Cedric frowned at the loss of contact and scooted down to place his head on Harry's chest this time, instantly freezing the green-eyed wizard.
Conflicting emotions passed over Harry's face as he tried to shift without waking Cedric. Harry had of course, had a simple crush on the older Hufflepuff in his third year, when the 'puff had visited him in the hospital wing apologizing profusely. Harry had thought that Cedric was truly only the fourth person to see him as just Harry. Hermione, Fred, and George having taken the spots before him. The Hufflepuff had been kind, caring, and had even…flirted with him, carefully brushing the hair off his scar before placing a chaste kiss to the angry scar before heading off to his dorm. After that point, Harry had fought with himself about the consequences of crushing on a guy, let alone a guy that was three years older than him.
Cedric shifted against Harry, the hand that had been on Harry's thigh earlier rising to rest lightly on his stomach just above the waistband of his pajama pants. Tensing slightly, he looked down to see that the 'puff was still sound asleep and hardly realized what he was doing to the sixteen year old. Soft snores from the direction of the cluster of the chairs and his Aunt's bed signaled that everyone was asleep. Cautiously, as if afraid he might wake Cedric, his right arm wrapped around the slumbering nineteen year old's shoulders, bringing a delighted smile to the boy in question's face.
Sighing deeply, Harry pondered their relationship in his fourth year. There had been a tentative friendship and a hesitancy as they both skirted around their like for each other, though Harry didn't know about the other's feelings. Harry had found himself watching the older boy through lashes while at meals to see how the boy was that particular day, thus having learned some things about the other. Like, when worried the boy cracked his knuckles and bit the inside of his cheek, or when nervous he would tap his foot and drum his fingers to a non-existent beat. When he really found something amusing, his head would tilt back as he let out a full belly laugh, in which his eyes would shine brightly and his Adam's apple would bob.
"Go to sleep, 'Arry'." Cedric mumbled into Harry's chest, his hand pressing lightly against Harry's abdomen.
"Cedric?" Harry whispered, his voice quaking slightly from the pressure and closeness of Cedric's hand. Cedric hummed in acknowledgment, making no attempt to move. "Don't you want to get to your own bed if you're awake?" He whispered roughly, focusing on the warmth of the puppy curled up on his other side instead of the beautiful older male curled up on his right.
"No…'m comfortable here." Cedric murmured, and to prove his point, pressed closer to Harry. "Now go to sleep, you'll be grumpy in the morning if you don't." Harry chuckled unsteadily, before pressing his head back into the pillow. Practically pleading with himself to fall asleep before Cedric did anything else to torture him.
oOoOo. Unknown Location .oOoOo
A slight figure looked around in obvious worry as they approached a glowing Rune stone. Shadows crept up the dewy lawn, fast approaching the figure who was now praying silently.
"Stay where you are!" A male voice hissed from behind the figure, the speaker striding to the Rune stone with a look of disgust on his face. "Get back in the house woman, if you know what is good for you!"
"I will not, Lucius, I'm tired of your hate!" The female spat before whirling around and started chanting in an unknown language. The now named Lucius glared spitefully at the woman.
"You will pay for that Narcissa!" He growled, advancing on her. "Avada –" Before he could finish, Narcissa vanished in a soft light. Cursing her ten ways to Hell and back, Lucius stalked away, Crabbe and Goyle Sr. following along silently, none of the three seeing the cold grey eyes that followed the entire interaction.
"Perhaps I've been wrong, perhaps I should have listened to mother all those years ago." The grey-eyed boy murmured to himself before disappearing in a blue light of a portkey.
oOoOo. Hogwarts – Headmaster's Office .oOoOo
Fawkes trilled mournfully, wishing very greatly to be able to be with his human hatchling. Dumbledore sent the phoenix a glare as he started his fifteenth lap around his desk, pacing to try to come up with a plan to get Harry back under his control. Fawkes wasn't stupid, oh no, he was anything but stupid. But he had been tricked into service of the old wizard when he had carried a letter to the old man. Now, he was stuck with some kind of spell that would not allow him to return to his previous bonded or go to his new bonded. Stupid old man.
"Fawkes, shut up or I'll force a burning day on you." Dumbledore snapped, his gaze pointedly fixed on the floor. Fawkes gave the avian equivalent of a huff and flashed away to the dungeons where a certain greasy-haired potions master was busy with a potion.
"Threatened you again, Fawkes?" Snape murmured, looking up to see the phoenix bob its head angrily. "Don't worry, he'll get it soon enough. Your hatchling has come to distrust the old man." Fawkes trilled with laughter, bringing a small pleased smile to the usually surly potions master's face.
oOoOo. Goblin Underground – Hospital .oOoOo
Something was poking him.
Something was poking him hard.
Grumbling, he tried to move away from the prodding only to bury his face into the intoxicating scent of Cedric Diggory's chest. The older boy grumbled as well and wrapped his arms around Harry to bring the boy closer. The soft snores led Harry to believe that everyone was still asleep, so what was poking him? Opening a bleary eye, he turned his head to come face to face with a blushing Dobby.
"Dobby wanted to wake Harry Potter sirs before everyone else woke, Dobby didn't want Harry Potter sirs to be embarrassed when the others woke to see Harry Potter sir and Harry Potter's Ceddy." Harry blinked then yawned, waking Cedric up in the process.
"Harry?" He sounded confused then blushed as he noticed their position. "I'm sorry!" Cedric whispered in mortification, just now realizing that he had the younger male wrapped in his arms tightly with their legs tangled as well. Harry chuckled and sent a thankful smile to Dobby, who popped away after that.
"Cedric." Harry called softly, bringing the Hufflepuff's attention back to him. "Don't worry about it; I haven't had that good of a night's sleep in a long while. I thank you." Harry murmured before wrapping his arms around Cedric tentatively. Slowly, Cedric's arms circled Harry's waist again and pulled himself closer to Harry.
"So…you're not mad about this? Not disgusted?" Harry snorted and shook his head, his forehead pressed lightly against Cedric's shoulder.
"Why would I be mad about the strong warm arms hugging me? Why would I be disgusted to be held by someone I like?" Harry questioned softly, his voice shaking slightly, afraid of rejection. Cedric tensed as he took in Harry's words then relaxed, moving his hand to lift Harry's chin so they were looking each other in the eye.
"You mean…you like me too?" Cedric sounded so vulnerable, seemingly afraid of rejection as well. Smiling lightly, Harry nodded.
"Since my third year, actually." Harry murmured, entranced by the dancing grey eyes in front of him. "My fourth year, I tried to keep my distance but failed when you sought me out for friendship. I didn't know if I'd be able to handle being just friends with someone I liked." He paused, watching Cedric's lips near his. "Though, I think I was mostly afraid of what you would think of me if I said I fancied you." Cedric didn't even answer, instead he pressed his lips to Harry's in a tender kiss, relieved once Harry responded to the kiss. They might not have known each other deeply for long, but they did know things about the other one. Neither one of them noticed the soft gold hue that circled them as their lips met, signifying that something spectacular had just happened. After several more minutes of intense snogging, Harry pulled back reluctantly, placing a shaky hand against Cedric's chest when the older boy tried to follow.
"Wha-?" Cedric questioned softly, eyes flickering between Harry's eyes and lips. Harry chuckled and leaned in for a chaste kiss, not staying long enough for Cedric to respond.
"The other's will be awake soon, I didn't think you'd want to be caught in my bed snogging me." Harry smiled lightly before rolling onto his back. This was weird. He finally had the one person that he had wanted for almost two years, but he felt like something was missing. Cedric sighed slightly and rolled over onto his stomach, his arms rising to rest under his head as he turned to look at Harry.
"What's wrong?" He questioned softly, his eyes concerned. Harry shrugged, his brows wrinkling in utter confusion.
"I don't know how to explain it." Harry murmured, turning his head to look at Cedric. "After…kissing you, there's a part of me that's so elated that I can practically bounce in joy, like a part of me is completed. But…" The crease between his brow deepened as he focused his concentration inwards. "But it's like I'm still missing something. I'm happy with you, really I am, Cedric." He quickly reassured the downcast boy. "I could live happily if I were to just stay with you…but I think my soul is actively searching for more hearts…more souls to complete me." Harry whispered, turning on his side to get a full look at Cedric.
"I'm…I'm not enough for you?" Cedric whispered meekly, turning his face to bury in his crossed arms. Harry growled softly and ran his free hand lightly down the Hufflepuff's arm and down his side.
"You are enough for me, but I think Fate has more than one soul mate for me." Harry murmured, leaning forward to press a light kiss to the side of Cedric's head. "I'm sorry; I've made you feel terrible." Harry mentally started berating himself. How could he have slipped on saying that? Merlin's balls he was tactless. Cedric chuckled and shook his head, turning it so he could look at Harry again.
"No…I just overreacted. It's normal for wizards of powerful lineage to have more than one soul mate. I just…never thought that I'd be considered a soul mate for you…and I was foolish to think that you wouldn't have more than one soul mate, what with you being the Meztli heir." He murmured, touching Harry's cold feet with his own in reassurance.
For the rest of the time period, the two boys held a murmured conversation until the other's woke; talking about random things; Quidditch, any news of what had been happening, friends, and so on. Then, after an hour of random chatting they began to talk about their childhoods; Harry telling of what had happen with his Aunt, how his Uncle and cousin had treated him growing up, and so on. To say that Cedric was horrified would be an understatement. He was not only horrified, but he was enraged. How could anyone willingly beat on a kid, let alone a kid like Harry?
"Harry?" A voice called softly from the group of chairs. As he turned his attention to the chairs, he saw Hermione sitting up, rubbing at her eyes blearily. "Cedric?" She yawned and stood, stretching her arms over her head in an attempt to get all the kinks out.
"Care to join us Mia?" Harry returned, just as softly, as he scooted closer to Cedric's lounging body. Hermione paused, then smiled at the nickname before she nodded and bounded over to the bed, which grew slightly, so she could fit comfortably on the bed beside Harry.
"Morning you two." She smiled at them both brightly, both boy's breath hitching in their throats at the radiant smile she produced. Finding their reactions amusing, she wiggled closer to Harry and propped herself up on her elbows, then rested her head on Harry's shoulder so she could see them both clearly.
"Morning Mia." Harry smiled at her, the sentiment being repeated by Cedric.
"How long have you two been awake?" Harry blinked then shrugged.
"Dunno, we've been talking for a while though." She wrinkled her nose at him then pouted. "We didn't want to wake you. Besides, we weren't really talking about anything life changing, just our likes, dislikes, and our childhoods." At the mention of childhoods, Cedric's gaze darkened and he turned his head away from the two of them. "I'm afraid Cedric wasn't too happy about my living arrangements…" He trailed off then smirked as if remembering something. "In fact, I think he's reacting the same way you did when I first told you." He turned and poked Hermione lightly before returning to his previous position.
"So…what are we doing today?" Cedric grumbled, hoping to change the topic. Harry grinned at him and poked Cedric's side, earning an undignified squeak and a jump from the boy. "Hey!" He cried indignantly…in a soft voice so he didn't wake anyone. Harry just smirked before replying.
"Well, I think Healer Dzetum wants to pour some potions down my throat, I need to visit my vaults, Ragnok will probably be showing up with my family rings, and I need to go over a ledger so I can find somewhere for us to stay." Cedric and Hermione nodded in understanding and the three of them began to plan out the schedule for the day.
oOoOo. Unknown Location - Palace .oOoOo
A slim figure quickly strode down the hallways of the marble and gold hallway of her hometown's palace. She was due for a meeting with the High Lord and she didn't wish to be late, making her shudder to think of the consequences. As soon as she stepped into the lavish throne room, she kneeled and bent her head low, but not before her sharp eyes caught sight of the leaders of several other clans.
"Rise, Neowyen of Thalassian." Slowly, Neowyen rose and raised her eyes to meet those of the grinning Lord Tharama. "I have gathered my comrades and we have discussed your inquiry." Neowyen bit her bottom lip as her gaze swept the semi-friendly faces in apprehension.
"Have you come to a decision, milord?" She questioned softly, her fingers twitching in front of her in an odd show of nerves that wished to reach up and tug at her platinum blonde hair.
"Yes, we have my daughter." He smiled kindly and gestured her forward. After brief hesitation, she stepped forward and bowed her head respectfully. "We will train the young ones that you desperately care for. However, all of our clans need time to prepare, so I ask you to teach the young ones the basics of their world." Smiling brightly up at her Lord and the other leaders, she nodded vigorously.
"Of course, sires! I will train them in the things from their world to the best of my abilities." Tharama laughed loudly, his slim hand clutching his stomach in amusement.
"That is all we ask of you, daughter. Now," He sobered immediately and pulled out a thin mirror-like device, "I ask you to use this to keep in contact with us. Tell the young ones of the plans so they do not become suspicious of you." Neowyen nodded in understanding and took the fragile looking piece of glass to tuck it into her robes. "One of our seers has seen some sort of device that one of the young ones finds that changes the passage of time. So for now, I wish you to spend at least a year training the young ones. Build their stamina, work on incantations, brew potions, and study anything else you think necessary. If you can, spend more than a year training with them." At her confused look, Tharama held a hand up in a silencing gesture. "All will be explained later, my daughter. After you are finished with their training, then our kind will teach them our ways to make the learning of other magics easier. More will be explained after the training has been completed." Neowyen nodded and bowed in gratitude.
"I thank you milord and you all as well, milords." She intoned softly, a slight smile gracing her lips. After her dismissal, she exited the room quickly and left for her home.
oOoOo. Goblin Underground - Hospital .oOoOo
Harry sat on his now normal sized bed reading the journal of his mother that his Aunt had handed to him before the group, minus Cedric and Hermione who were curled up on his sides reading as well, left the room to get various things taken care of before they left the safety of the Goblin's underground. Calla, Fred, and George were all shopping for the items that they couldn't purchase through a catalogue, all under carefully placed Goblin glamours, while Remus headed back to Grimmauld so Dumbles wouldn't get suspicious.
After having three different potions poured down his throat, he had been informed what the potions did. The green one was a nutrient potion that would undo any damage from being starved by the Dursleys (as he now referred the spelled relatives as, since Calla wasn't truly herself), the red potion was to fix his eyes, and the pinkish-purple potion was for building his body to the state it was supposed to be in before the abuse. As the healer got ready to leave, she had left a stack of books for him to read, all on the abilities that had been unlocked. But instead of reading about his talents he had decided to have a lie in with his two friends, one slightly closer than the other, and read his mother's journal.
But right at this moment, Harry was seriously rethinking his decision. The information at the beginning of the journal had been undeniably wonderful for him. Learning of the things she had done in her childhood, going as far back as two years before Hogwarts. However, the last two entries were what had Harry shaking with disbelief, along with the chestnut-haired witch on his left. Cedric, while having already read the entry, was still shocked.
"How…how could she?" Hermione whispered frightfully, her arms wrapping around Harry in a tight embrace that was soon mimicked by Cedric. Harry shook his head as he closed the journal and laid it on his lap behind the whining Aurora, who sat up on his lap to turn worried eyes on her master.
"She didn't have a choice." He croaked out as his hands came up to cover his distraught face. "She knew that if they left, Dumbledore would stop at nothing to find them. It was safer for me if they were to stay in the trap and get killed, than going on the run from the 'greatest wizard alive'." The last part of his sentenced was sneered, his voice colored with disgust. How had he ever looked up to that man? The old codger was barely even half of the wizard Merlin was.
"He's right, Hermione." Cedric whispered once he saw the look on her face; the look that screamed that Harry didn't know what he was talking about. "They wouldn't have stood a chance against outrunning Dumbledore. He probably would have swooped down on them as soon as the stepped foot outside the wards to portkey or apparate away."
"Stupid old goat." Harry grumbled. Rory growling in agreement brought a slight smile back to his face. Sighing, Harry dropped his hands and dropped his head back against the headboard.
'Perhaps, young master, you should read your books? That would provide sufficient distraction I think.' Koli blinked down at his, friend he guessed, with his bright amethyst eyes.
Pondering it, he nodded tensely and picked up the book on the top of the stack; The Animal In You: Complete guide to Animagus and Multimagus. Not noticing the questioning look sent at him from Hermione or Cedric, he opened the book and started reading, only stopping when Dobby popped in with lunch, or Dzetum walked in with more potions.
Animagus: a magic user capable of self-transfiguration into a compatible animal while retaining all mental capacities. It has been recorded that most wizards and witches have an animagus form, but most are not powerful enough to perform the wandless transfiguration. It has been speculated that witches and wizards only have one form and that the form can only be non-magical animals. The only known case of an animagus with two forms, one of which was magical, was Merlin.
Multimagus: a very rare magical ability that has only been known of in theory. An animagus with multiple forms that has the capability to selectively use certain aspects of their forms while in a different form, be it animal or human, also having the capability to use metamorphmagus powers, if the user has the talent, while in animal form. An example would be: an animagus with the form of a dog and a hawk would be able to use the sharp eyesight while in dog form or in human form; or the animagus would be able to use the sensitive sense of smell and the sharp eyesight whilst in human form, or the user is capable of changing the color of fur, feathers, or eye color. No case has been recorded of this ability, only having been thought of in research.
Harry whistled lowly, his fingers trailing over the words in shock. Cedric and Hermione, being the inquisitive people they are, were getting annoyed at the lack of answers from the impressed Harry.
"Harry, if you don't answer me, I'll steal your boyfriend." Hermione snapped while waving an irritated hand in his face. Cedric and Harry both snapped their head around to look at her with gaping mouths. "Oh don't give me that look; I've seen the sly glances you've been sending each other." Snapping out of his shock, he chuckled and shook his head.
"Should have known you'd be the first to recognize it Hermione." She smiled lightly before tapping the book pages, reminding him that they hadn't been there when Dzetum had run the diagnostic spell. "When my Aunt and I first came to the Underground, Healer Dzetum ran a diagnostic spell on me revealing that I had a Talent Blocker, amongst other things, placed on me. The talent blocker blocked a few talents and being an animagus and multimagus were two of them."
"But…but how?" Cedric gasped, looking at Harry with wide eyes. "Multimagus has never been heard of actually happening." Harry snorted derisively and shook his head, his gaze falling on the words of the text still in his hands.
"I'm Harry Bloody Potter, the Boy-Who-Fails-To-Be-Normal." He grumbled, thumbing through the pages, pausing briefly when he spotted the potion that would let him sink into his subconscious and meet his animagus form(s).
"You know that's not true, Harry." Hermione questioned him worriedly, her teeth worrying her bottom lip. Harry shrugged, there was no use arguing with her.
"Doesn't matter Hermione, I can't do anything about it." He murmured softly, raising his eyes to meet hers briefly before falling back to the book, the spell that was under the potion catching his eye. It may be quicker to use the spell, but from what the book said, it would be painful since it briefly turned the person into their animal(s). "Think we could make this potion?" Cedric startled next to him slightly at the sudden change of topic but recovered quickly and went over the ingredients and steps, the brown-haired witch mimicking his movements.
"I think so, though some of the ingredients are a little pricy." Hermione fretted, earning another snort from Harry.
"Hermione, you're forgetting who I am again. In my school trust vault I have enough money for not only my schooling with the best materials and some extras, but there's enough there for my kids and grand kids to be able to go to school comfortably." Her jaw dropped in surprise as Harry and Cedric snorted in amusement, Cedric already having a vague idea of how rich Harry was.
"I…I didn't think you were that wealthy Harry." Hermione squeaked before blushing, causing Harry to laugh slightly.
"I thought you would have paid attention to the Weasel when he was being a prat about me boasting about my wealth." Shrugging, Harry silently summoned Dobby who popped in almost immediately. "Dobby, do you think you could get these ingredients from Diagon for us?" He questioned softly, holding the book out for the elf to take.
"Yes sir, Harry Potter sir." Dobby squeaked before looking at the list before squeaking again. "But I's don't needs to Harry Potter sir. Potter Manor, Brennan Manor, and Meztli Castle has these potions in stasis they do! All Harry Potter sir must do is add the powdered moonstone from the storages!" Harry's eyes widened slightly before nodding in thanks.
"That's great Dobby, thanks." The elf beamed before popping away. "Now if only I could figure out how he knew about three properties which I didn't know about." Snorting in amusement, Cedric and Hermione laid back down on either side of Harry draping their arms over his midsection in a loose embrace. Harry shook his head and leaned his head back on the headboard. Was Hermione his other soul mate?
oOoOo. Diagon Alley - Madam Malkin's .oOoOo
"Do you think he'd appreciate us buying these types of things without him being here?" Calla questioned stiffly, glancing at the putrid green robes one of the twins put on the pile of robes for Harry.
"No, but who said I was picking things out for him?" Fred quipped, sending her a charming smile to which she rolled her eyes at.
"I'm going to finish buying the things on the list while you two expand your wardrobe." Poking her tongue out in a minor bout of childishness, she flounced out of the shop to finish shopping. Harry had apparently planned on going shopping at some point after his recovery, because his list did not include clothes of any type.
oOoOo. Grimmauld Place - Kitchen .oOoOo
Dumbledore paced furiously back and forth behind the chair at the head of the table in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place. The two Weasley twins and the mudblood had disappeared in the middle of the night without nary a trace. Even Mad-Eye had trouble finding any trace of where they had gone. Remus Lupin sat with a barely concealed smirk on his face, his amber eyes shining brightly as Moony sat on the surface of his conscious mind. Snape and Mad-Eye were exchanging glances with each other; one thinking about what that smirk could mean, remembering from his school day, while the other pondered on the fact of Moony being so close to the surface. Nymphadora Tonks on the other hand kept snickering that she covered up by sneezing when ever one of the other Order members sent her questioning looks. Of course, after Remus had returned from the Goblin Underground, he had told Tonks about his visit with the Twins, Hermione, and Harry, skillfully leaving out the mention of Cedric and Calla.
"We must find the three children," Dumbledore finally called, "their disappearance worries me greatly." Remus snorted behind his hand before coughing to cover it up. Of course the old man was worried, he didn't have a bloody clue as to how three 'children' escaped from under his nose. Moody sent him an amused smirk, having heard the hastily covered snort while Snape looked as if he were about to break out into peals of laughter. Raising an eyebrow at the two, he turned his attention back to the pacing Headmaster. "I have no doubt that if we find Misters Weasley and Miss Granger, we will find Mister Potter. Find them post haste." With that, the white-haired wizard stormed to the fireplace which he disappeared back to Hogwarts through. Remus sat in his seat while the rest of the Order stumbled over themselves to get the job done. Too bad none of them would be able to find Fred, George, Hermione, or Harry. When the flurry of movement ceased, he found himself sitting across from Kingsley, Moody, Tonks, and Snape.
"Can I help you?" Remus asked quietly, his right hand raising to tuck under his chin in thought. Snape snorted in laughter, shocking Kingsley and Tonks, making Moody smirk, and Remus smile.
"You had a hand in their disappearance didn't you?" Snape asked, his eyebrow raised in question. Remus' soft, thoughtful look turned hard and calculating, looking for any hint of betrayal.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Severus. I suggest you forget the thought of it." He growled harshly, his left hand twitching towards his wand, ready to fling curses if need be. Unknown to him, his honey colored eyes shifted to bright gold, his wolf raising to the surface with the need to protect his cubs, having started thinking of Fred, George, and Hermione as his cubs along with Harry. Kingsley, Moody, and Snape slid their chairs back with their hands up in a placating gesture, small traces of fear showing on their faces.
"We're not here to hurt your cubs, Lupin." Snape soothed. "We want to help your cubs." Remus' gaze landed on the other three males in the room before nodding stiffly.
"Say what you have to say; I have to get back before he leaves." Snape exhaled sharply before reaching into the pocket of his robes, withdrawing a square leather pack that looked like it would hold a camera. Moody, Kingsley, and Tonks looked at Remus in surprise, wondering what the werewolf was talking about.
"There are potions in here that will aide him and his companions. I've made ten of each just for the fact I don't know how many others he has with him." Snape paused, looking to Remus' face for any hint of the number, when none came he continued. "There are fully completed Animagus Revelation potions in stasis, Insta-Read, Dreamless Sleep, Wit-Sharpening, Draught of Peace, Memory Potion, and a handful of Bezoars." After Snape was done listing the different potions, he slid the pack to Remus and gestured for Moody to continue. Drawing out a brown-paper wrapped box, Moody explained.
"Messenger notebooks, they're all connected to one another. All the kids have to do is set their password, attach their magical signature, and select their writing color." Remus nodded in understanding and placed the leather potions pack on top of the box. Kingsley shifted in his seat uneasily, earning amused glances from Tonks, Moody, and Snape, but an annoyed look from Remus.
"I'm afraid mine won't be quite as helpful as Alastor's or Severus'." The dark-skinned auror murmured, drawing out his own brown-paper wrapped box. "The box is magically expanded on the inside and is charm to be feather light." At the miffed expressions on his companion's faces he held his hands up in a placating manner. "I have a friend over in the States and he's always going on about how far behind the Times us Brits are." Tonks snorted behind her hand while nodding. "Well, when I was on 'vacation' two weeks ago, Billy dragged me to Turner's Alley and dragged me into a Magi-Tech store. They sold muggle devices that run on magic. So…after having a discussion with Tonks earlier today, I portkeyed back to Turner's Alley and picked up a hefty supply of devices. Unfortunately, the store wouldn't say how the 'batteries' are recharged. Something about the ambient magic." Kingsley shrugged and pushed a piece of parchment to Remus. "That's the list of all the items I picked up. If they need, or want, anything else, have them tell you then tell me. I'll get it as soon as possible." Remus nodded and looked at the list, his eyes widening in surprise. Laptops, cell phones, TVs, VCR/DVD players, music players, several hundred types of music, video game systems, and several different muggle kitchen supplies.
"Amazing, and you said these work in magic laden places?" Remus questioned, glancing up from the list to see Kingsley nod. "Think you can get me a cell phone? That way we can stay in contact with the kids." Kingsley nodded as Remus stood, carefully folding the parchment and slipping it under the twine that was tied around the box. "I can shrink these, correct? Nothing will be damaged?" At their acceptance, the wolf quickly shrunk the packages and places them in the pocket of his trousers. "Any messages that you wish for me to pass on?" Snape looked at Lupin calculatingly then nodded.
"Tell him to send word if he or his group need assistance in anything. I'm certain we could provide something for him." A stiff nod was all he got for a reply before the wolf exited the room hastily through the fireplace. Moments later, the Weasley matriarch appeared in the kitchen a sneer forming on her face at the group at the table.
"What are you lot still doing here? The meeting's over, now get out!" Narrowing her eyes at Molly, Tonks slowly tilted her chair back and propped her black, dragon hide boots on the table.
"We were discussing our assignments, Molly," The now magenta-haired witch sneered. "We were just about to make a pot of tea before you came barging in like a hippogriff looking for a dead ferret." What happened next was a flurry of movement, that ended with the three males on their feet with their wands pointed at the purple faced Molly Weasley while Tonks kept her spot in her chair clutching both her and Molly's wands with a triumphant smirk on her face. "Be careful who draw your wand on, Molly. You should know better than to draw your wand while in the room with two aurors, an ex-auror, and a Defense Against the Dark Arts Master."
"Give me my wand." Molly blustered, looking every bit like the hippogriff Tonks just got done detailing. Clucking her tongue, Tonks shook her head.
"Nah, I'll hang on to it. You'll get it back once we've finished discussing our assignments. Now be a dear and go check on your precious babies. I'm sure they're still having problems with the unknown gen-" Snape's calloused hand clamped firmly over the magenta-haired witch's mouth.
"Miss. Tonks has a point Weasley. Last I heard, young Gino and Ronnette were…amusing themselves with their new found body parts." Molly's eyes widened before she darted out of the kitchen, her heavy footfalls the only sound echoing through the now silent kitchen. Snape moved his hand off the smirking witch's mouth with an amused smirk of his own.
"You know," Tonks started, buffing her nails on her violent orange shirt, "Maybe I should have let the sorting hat put me in Slytherin." Snape coughed in shock while Tonks giggled. "You know Harry was supposed to be in Slytherin as well, yes?" At the three shocked looks she rolled her eyes. "Oh honestly, with the home life Harry's had, how could he not be a Slytherin? The only reason he went to Gryffindor was because of the crap fed to him from Weasley and Hagrid. He was afraid to go dark if he went to Slytherin, afraid of looking weak if he went to Hufflepuff, and afraid he would look like a large bookworm if he went to Ravenclaw. He's what the Founders would have called 'the perfect student'." At Snape's snort, she sent him a sharp look before waving her wand in a complicated pattern around the room, locking and sealing it.
"He's not smart enough for Ravenclaw." Was the reply she got. Shaking her head in disgust, she waved her wand again, making a steaming pot of tea and tea service appear in front of them.
"When Harry was little and in muggle school before getting his Hogwarts letter, he always got punished for doing better than the whale cousin. So after that he stopped performing to his best level in class and on homework, but learnt the material. Soaking it up like a sponge." At the disbelieving look she continued after taking a sip from her cup. "After he got here, his grades were always Average, right?" Nodding in agreement, Snape waved for her to continue. "The very first day, Ron made crude comments about any Gryffindors that were studying. Harry, being the loyal person he is, decided then and there that he would stay average because his first friend was terrible in class."
"But that's ludicrous!" Kingsley yelped, his tea cup clattering to the table in his shock. "Why would he hurt himself just to please….Oh. I see." Tonks nodded. "He didn't want to lose his friend, afraid that he would be unable to make any more friends. I take it the youngest Weasley boy had a hand in that as well?" Tonks nodded taking another drink from her cup as Moody growled.
"No wonder the kid doesn't ask for help!" The ex-auror's magic eye spinning frantically around in its socket, abandoning his tea in favor of standing to pace.
"I suppose that's why whenever he messes up his potions, they're never as severe as Longbottom's. They just released foul smelling fumes, changed the wrong color, or even altered the properties slightly." Tonks nodded, a smile on her face now.
"Second year when you were missing those ingredients," Tonks started, earning looks of interest from Kingsley and Moody, and a hard look from Snape, "Harry and Hermione brewed Polyjuice in the Second Floor's Girl's Lavatory…well, Weasley was with them but from what I hear he just complained the entire time." Snape's eyes widened.
"But that's a complex potion that most seventh years have difficulties with!" Tonks nodded again.
"Hermione took care of it when the times called for it during the day while Harry used his cloak to take care of it at night. Hermione was really the only one that knew Harry was holding back in class, so she gave him her own set of homework, which he surprisingly did along with his class homework, quidditch, and saving the school." She paused and dropped her gaze to the table in sadness. "Of course, that all stopped at the end of his third year. Dumbledore found out and put mind blocks on him, strengthened an attitude charm, and locked all extra studying and all that was learnt away from both him and Hermione." Snape's eyes narrowed at her to which she smiled at innocently.
"How do you know this?" Smirking, she twirled her wand around her fingers before dropping her feet from the table.
"I've been suspicious of Dumbledore since he sent Siri to Azkaban. He knew Pettigrew was the Secret Keeper, if he didn't, how else would he have been able to visit James and Lily?" At their disgruntled looks she nodded. "And yes, a snake in the 'helpless' badger's den made things so much easier, in school and out of school…along with being an animagus." She smirked and finished her tea, her amusement at their shocked faces showing on her face.
oOoOo. Goblin Underground - Hospital .oOoOo
Knock knock.
Harry, Cedric, and Hermione's heads snapped to the direction of the door. Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, he cleared his throat.
"Eh…Come in?" Cedric sent him an amused look before returning his gaze to see a goblin backing through the door, seemingly carrying several large items. Springing from the bed, Harry rushed to the older goblin's side to take several items from the top of the stack.
"Ah, thank you Mr. Potter." The goblin called joyfully from behind the stack of boxes.
"No problem, sir. If you don't mind my asking, Ragnok, what's in all of these?" Ignoring the surprised gasps from the two still on the bed, Harry continued pulling items from the top of the stack the goblin was carrying.
"Ah, well, the one with the green string are the magically enhanced armor your Aunt asked for." Harry nodded, grinning in thanks. "Now the blue, red, and white are the various books and supplies that Miss. Evans and Misters Weasley picked up while they were out." Harry nodded again, dragging a chair over to the bed for Ragnok to sit at. "The box without any string contains your trunks that were left to you and the wooden box is for your House Rings." Nodding yet again, Harry picked up the wooden box before sitting on the edge of the bed.
"So, do I just slip the rings on?" Ragnok nodded and gestured for Harry to continue. Taking in a breath, Harry opened the wooden box to reveal four metal rings, a wood-like ring, and a two and a half inch black leather cuff.
"The gold ring with a ruby lion with the wands crossed is the Potter ring." Harry nodded and slipped it onto his right index finger, only to gape as it disappeared from his finger and bled into the Meztli ring. "The silver ring with a black grim with a sword and wand crossed is the Black ring." Again, Harry slipped the ring onto his index finger, and just like the last it bled into the Meztli and Potter rings. "Now, since it was stated in their will for you to gain access to the Evans' and Brennan's vaults, you're the heir. So the gold ring with the opal owl in flight is the Brennan ring and the silver ring with the leaf and flower motif is the Evans ring." Nodding, the two rings made their way onto his finger, now having a five crest ring. "Now, the fun part. The dark red-black wooden ring goes with the Meztli family and is usually worn on the right thumb; the ring will help you along your journey in ways that no one is sure of." Harry nodded and slipped the ring onto his right thumb as suggested, instantly feeling a comforting presence in his mind.
"Woah." Harry breathed, blinking in surprise. So this ring was his connection to a twin that every Meztli heir had? Since he had felt the presence that meant that his 'twin' already had their ring. Blinking, Harry shook his head before sending a sheepish smile to those watching him with concern. "It's nothing; it'll probably confuse you all more than making sense." Ragnok nodded in understanding before gesturing to the box still in his hands.
"The leather cuff also belongs to the Meztli family; however, unlike with the ring, the use of the cuff is known amongst the goblins." Harry raised an eyebrow and gestured for the goblin leader to continue. "It's generally worn on the left wrist and once it adjusts itself your magical animal guide will emboss on the leather in your tattoo color. The animal guide acts as a connection between the physical plane and the astral plane if you wish to communicate with the dead." Harry's eyes widened and fixed on the seemingly normal black leather cuff.
"By communicate, do you just mean…like sending a letter but only instead of writing it would be voiced?" Ragnok nodded with a small smile. "And I can contact anyone? It doesn't have to be just the people I know?"
"Correct. If you so wished, you'd be able to contact say…the four founders." Hermione perked up and squealed, wrapping her arms around Harry's neck from behind.
"Wow." Harry breathed again before slipping the cuff onto his wrist, and like Ragnok said, once it resized an embossed stag in vibrant violet appeared.
"I must take my leave now. All of your account discrepancies have been settled and in the box with your trunks you will find the folder with appropriate housing. I suggest coming back later to go over any other properties. Good day." With that, Ragnok walked out of the hospital room with a pleased grin on his pointy face. Harry was busy looking at the cuff on his wrist with awe while Hermione and Cedric leapt from the bed to take a look at the purchases. While the two were looking at the armor, Harry's eyes glazed over as a strong and calming voice spoke in his mind.
"Your parents wish to tell you that they and your ancestors wish to speak to you face to face; a nap should suffice I think young one." Nodding slowly, Harry turned his gaze upon Hermione and Cedric before letting out a large yawn.
"I think I'm going to take a nap before we head down to the vaults." Cedric looked up with concern shining in his eyes.
"You alright Harry?" Harry smiled and nodded, touched that someone was concerned for his wellbeing.
"I'm fine Ced, but I'm still a little tired. You two should look over the property lists while I'm asleep okay?" They nodded so he laid down, almost falling asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow. Unknown to him, the two curled up next to him instead of looking over the list, sandwiching him between their bodies in a tight embrace.
oOoOo. Harry's "Dream" .oOoOo
After a few moments of floating in a weird, suffocating blackness, Harry landed on something soft suddenly surrounded by white; the walls, floors, ceiling, furniture, everything white.
"Wha-?" Harry started but was stopped when he was tackled from the side by a black blur that started licking his face. Crying out indignantly, he roughly pushed the dog off of him before doing a backwards somersault, landing in a slightly crouched position. "Stupid mutt." He grumbled good naturedly, wiping dog slobber from his face.
"Padfoot, leave him alone!" Came a slightly familiar voice. Looking up, he noticed his mother, father, Sirius, Godric Gryffindor, Edgar, and a handful of people that he didn't know. "Heya son." James chirped bounding over to his slightly shell shocked son to sweep him up in a hug. "Merlin you look amazing Harry!"
Harry coughed, watching everyone, minus Edgar and Godric to a point, look at him in slight awe. He may be the bloody Boy-Who-Lived and has been stared at non-stop for the past five years, but he didn't think he could ever get used to people looking at him like that. Sirius chuckled softly at seeing his godson's discomfort that no one other than himself, Lily, and Edgar noticed. Clearing his throat, Edgar stepped up to Harry, slapping his shoulder in fatherly affection.
"I knew you'd be powerful, young one." Edgar whispered proudly, knowing that they could all hear him. "If there were more colors after violet your magic would have picked one of those." Harry blushed and ducked his head, still not used to anyone complimenting him in such a manner. "Anyhow, on to the reason we're all gathered here." Clapping his hands once, the 'room' changed from blinding white to soft soothing colors. Medium blue walls, cream carpet, black floorboards and trim, the furniture turned to black leather, the ceiling took on the appearance of a starry night sky, and a fireplace appeared with a crackling fire.
Gesturing to the comfortable looking chairs and couches, Edgar regally sat in a chair closest to the fire, patiently waiting for the others to join him. He knew the reason why Harry was allowed to have a visit tonight and he wasn't too sure how his young heir would handle all the information that he would likely receive tonight. He himself had a few more details that he needed to explain to the young lad, he just hoped the kid could handle the details. Clearing his throat again, he leant forward with his elbows resting on his knees, before opening his mouth to start explaining certain things.
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Neowyen is pronounced nay-o-win. Like Eowyen from LoTR
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Whoo!
Heh. Aren't you proud? New chapter up in less than a month? xD
Okay, now I know I didn't put in a whole lot of shopping, but honestly…I don't like reading about shopping because it makes me want to run out and spend all of the money in my bank account. Blech. So, I've spared everyone the gruesome details of shopping. Calla, Fred, and Georgie bought stuff, sent it back to Gringotts, and shopped some more. Simple, yeah? I said NB would be in this chapter and I did put them in briefly…but they should make an appearance in the upcoming chapters most definitely. Uh…what else. Ah! Ron and Ginny gender bender! Yes…Snape made a funny. Be proud! Another thing…should I make them be stuck in the opposite gender? A recent reviewer brought it up and it would be hilarious…maybe keep them in Gino and Ronnette form until Hoggywarts starts? xD More pranks on the evil Wheezy and Missy shall happen, probably more so when Hoggywarts starts…but I do have some interesting pranks that some of the adults would willing pull on the three red-headed (insert censor beep). Oh, background on Mages will happen next chap when NB appears…mm…OH!
Pairings. (grins mischievously) Those of you that have problems with slash…should most likely stop reading this story. Yes, Cedric and Harry are a couple as of right now…but there will most likely be more bodies to keep the two gorgeous men warm at night. (wink wink)
Erm. What else….meh, I guess I can outline some of what's to come next chapter, yeah? A trip to the Potter, Evans, Brennan, and Gryffindor vaults; maybe some bonding with Rory; the group's new abode; something completely cool that I would give an arm for if it were real; the trunks; finishing the 'dream'; and…maybe, that's a big maybe, I might work in a little contact with Harry's "twin".
Yup yup.
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Till next chapter!
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