Previously:

"A-choo!" The violence of the sneeze once again triggers a tremor of equal intensity that rocks the castle. And the shelf. Books and pages and dust pour out into the air as the shelve shudders so intensely that all the materials on it shoot out and shower to the floor below.

Naomi and Ally tumble out and eventually roll to a stop amidst the chaos and literary debris. Naomi coughs and opens her eyes and is immediately frozen in horror. Ally squeals beside her and she knows that the boy whose feet they sit on is familiar to her as well.

She doesn't remember anyone else from the stories who was described with such grey eyes.

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Then he hears it. The sound of running. Or to be more precise, the sound of running Away. He whirls around to find the source and catches the figure of some one or thing escaping up the hill away from the school.

He doesn't stop to think. He barely registers the sound of tires squealing from the parking lot behind him. He just runs. Joshua Addams takes off in pursuit. Because he has to. He can feel it. He knows who the Runner is and they really need to be caught.

Lucky for Josh he's one of the Football and Track stars at school, otherwise he might never have caught the Other.

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The piercing trumpeting of elephants overshadows the screaming of the petrified people as the Shockwave plows over the village in India. Sengemo can perceive it, the Wrath of the One. She is perturbed and palpitates and then falls prostrate.

The village is pulverized, the elephants are pitched over and the plants as far as the eye can peer are planed to the ground. Thus is the product of the Shockwave.

Episode One Hundred and Two

"Chivalry Is Not Dead"

Madame Pince sighs the deep sigh of someone who has been long suffering. "I do hope they get to the bottom of these tremors quite soon," She says as she magics a few more books back onto the shelf. "It is quite disruptive to the tranquility of my library."

"I'm sure they will Madame Pince," Cedric Diggory responds reassuringly as he picks up a few more books up off of a plush armchair and carries them over to her so she can put them back in their proper places.

Madame Pince dusts of her hands and admires their work. "Well then, that's better." She smiles a rare smile and turns to the boy beside her. "Thank you for your help, Mr. Diggory."

"You're Welcome, Madame Pince," Cedric replies with a polite nod. He watches as she walks away from him down the center aisle. When she's a good distance away, Cedric hurries over to the armchair in the corner and kneels down next to it. "She's gone."

"Oh thank goodness." Naomi tumbles out from under the plush chair with Ally close behind her. Naomi stands up and brushes off the dust and turns to see a grey blob. "Ally, hold still a moment. You have dust all over your fur." Ally is holding her paws over her face to prevent sneezing. "We need to get it off before you sneeze again and destroy another shelf." Ally nods.

"Let me help," Cedric says. He takes out his wand and mumbles with a slight flourish of the hand. The Dust flies away and seems to evaporate into the air.

"Very effective," Naomi muses. She smiles graciously up at Cedric then turns to Ally. Her paws still cover her eyes. "You can look now."

Ally shakes her head. "No I can't."

"Why not?" Naomi is taken aback.

"Too much excitement," Ally admits pointing in the vague general direction of Cedric. "I'll blow the roof off."

Naomi's eyes widen. She turns to Cedric quickly. "We really need to be outside."

"Right," Cedric says. He looks around like he's thinking of a plan. "Let me get my book bag."

He quickly turns around and moves towards his discarded book bag on the other side of the aisle. Unfortunately for Cedric, he times his movement just so that he collides with someone coming from the side and they both topple over onto the ground limbs askew and akimbo.

Cedric disentangles himself enough from the pile to see just who it is that he has landed slightly on top of. "Wood!" A somewhat red faced Oliver Wood looks up at him dazed and slightly amused.

"Wood?" Ally repeats with an excited and yet nervous squeal. Naomi's eyes widen as she feels the stone floor beneath her feet beginning to tremble. They REALLY needed to get outside.

Meanwhile, in Duluth

The boy struggles and writhes upon the grass but Josh remains seated upon his back. "Get off me!"

"Not likely," Josh growls and remains where he sits. He holds the pinned arms tighter to the boys back. "How many of you are there?"

The boy on the ground continues to struggle. "What the hell are you talking about?" Josh just pins him harder and looks over his shoulder as he hears the car parking behind him in the parking lot.

"Why are you straddling that boy?" Amanda walks over and stands beside him with her hands folded across her chest.

"Because It is one of the Others." Josh holds up the device he fished out of the boy's pocket and hands it to his sister.

Marissa studies the object in her hand. "Electromagnetic Impulse Generator." She passes it over to TJ who looks suitably impressed.

Zach blinks. "A what?"

Marissa looks over at the shorter boy. "A Lightning Maker."

Josh leans down closer to the face of the boy. "Who are you?"

The boy chuckles, but it lacks warmth. "Legion."

Snowball looks down at the boys face and hisses. "Your name is Legion?"

"'For we are Many.'" They look at TJ confused. "Demons. I think it's from like, the New Testament or something." She looks around at the various faces studying her. "Don't look at me for more, I was raised Muslim."

"You are too late." They turn to look back down at the pinned boy. "You cannot save this world." His tone carries an evil mirth to it. "We have won."

Marissa sighs as Josh whacks the boy on the back of the head. "Right, Let's get inside a church."

Snowball suddenly jumps onto Zach's back and hisses. They hardly have time to digest this sudden swing in behavior when they hear the boom. Marissa, Josh and Snowball react the fastest, knocking the other four onto the ground as the shock wave hits. Zach sort of registers the stolen car tumbling in the air. He's more concerned about the ominous crack from his right.

To Be Continued...