"This is where you shall all train for the next several month's. To you two." Here Nemo stopped in his infernal pacing and pointed at Neville and Draco. "My Name is Nemo. And if you want to get away then you are welcome to find a way out of here. I will not stop you." Nemo Walked towards the large forest sprawled out in front of them. The combination of evergreen and deciduous gave the forest something that could not be placed. It was beautiful and as intimidating as the forbidden forest.
The field that they stood on was large enough for a few Quiditch pitches, and still room left over for a small city. The grass was a light healthy green. The forest that stood behind it. The contrast to the light green of the field next the deep dark of the forest was... well it was scary and calming and... well Harry couldn't explain it.
The Mountains were as tall as the clouds. No one could see their peaks and snow covered at least half of them. Then there was the castle on the cliff. The castle looked much like Hogwarts. But the village. The village that surrounded it must have been home to hundreds of people even thousands.
"Oh this place is immune to apparition as well. Now. Who's hungry?" Nemo said happily slapping his hands together. He started to walk towards the cliff's with the Castle. Everyone started to follow, Harry and Hermoine because both were beyond curious at what type of Person Nemo was. Luna followed for the chance to learn this ability. Neville was just in enough awe to follow blindly. Ginny didn't know why she followed. She knew she still loved Harry but as Harry and Hermoine entwined their hands together, she knew she had lost that heart. She felt very Bittersweet in that moment.
The mysterious woman was walking in step with Nemo. Now that Harry had a chance to actually look at her. He noted that she would have been a little over their age. Probably about 19. Hermoine's age.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE WE DOING HERE?"
Harry cringed hearing the whine of the blonde haired male. If one could call it a male. Trust Malfoy to do this.
"I mean we have wimpy the fatso here." Harry's arms started to tense. "Then we have young miss Weasley who can't help but be the damsel in distress." know the neck. "We have Loony Lovetunes." The torso and Legs. "And to top it off the Mudblood wonder." That was the straw.
Harry turned suddenly to face Draco as the blond male started to back up. Anger could be seen in Harry's eyes. "You listen here Malfoy." Harry could feel his blood boiling. "While you were Crying Neville cut off Nagini's head." Harry felt something beyond comprehension flow through from his head, or was it his heart? To his right arm. "While you were being a lap dog for Umbitch. Ginny was fighting with us." Harry swept his arms around the group that had fought in the department of Mystery's. "In the Department of Mystery's." Harry's hand curled into a fist subconsciously. The flowing feeling did not stop. He could feel it surrounding his arm. Hermoine stood there shocked. Ginny was in some sort of a rage. Pointed directly at the pure-blood arse. Neville had, Hermoine noticed managed to control his emotions. His face was carefully guarded from emotion. "And Luna saved more lives last year than most people should have to in a lifetime."
Harry bought his fist up to Draco face swinging it as to punch him. He stopped less than a centimetre away from his face. He looked at his hand in surprise. His knuckles and fingers had moulded into a type of ball on the end of his arm. Sharp spikes protruded from ball that was his fist.
Draco face was frozen in fear. His eyes moving from the spiked hand and Harry's face. "Do you want to know why we are here? Because none of the rest of us know either." Harry said. Ginny, Neville and Luna started walking once more, Nemo and his 'friend' followed more slowly. Harry turned around and walked to Hermoine. He wrapped his arm around her waist and started walking with her. Draco stood there for some time. He had to many questions to walk away and what twisted amount of Pride he had would have abandoned him if he followed. As he saw the sun starting to set he pulled out his wand, used a lumos spell and started walking towards the castle. He would at least pay Potter back for the black eye he still had from the battle of Voldemort's final battle.
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Ronald Weasley sat hunched on the ground of his cell in the wizarding prison of Azkaban. His blazing red trademark Weasley hair had dulled from the lack of light and his own malnourishment. The dementors took a liking to his soul. It wasn't everyday that someone new with lots of happy thought's was thrown into the gaol.
The first week had seen many emotional breakdowns for Ronald. His trial had been good. Until some anonymous memory supplier had shown the court a memory of them seeing him using a few spells on Hermoine and Harry. Bloody hell. It wasn't as if Ginny was complaining when Harry showed an interest in her.
Ron was currently trying to find some amount of peace in his mind. He was trying, hopelessly, to find a way to transform into an animal. Or otherwise. Become an animagus. He remembered that, that was how Sirius had escaped. There was always a way.
He thought back to the night that got him landed in this piece of shit. Why would he have had married Lavender. Sure she was a good screw. He knew that from the many times of sixth year and several times through seventh year. So what he had imperiused Bill and Fleur. He needed somewhere to stay and they were perfect. Alone and isolated from the world. They hadn't really helped in his trial though. Bloody backstabbing bastards.
The Aurors were doing there work again. Once a day they did rounds on the prisoners. They made sure that none were dead. Usually by now the chill of the dementors that accompanied them could be felt. Most of the jail mates were getting curious as to the lack of life sucking cape billowing creatures now.
Ron could hear the footsteps of the person coming his way. They were a few stalls down now. Two stalls away he heard the audible gasp of a prisoner. Rotten they were. The stall next to his, the prisoner dropped to the ground. As the person that had entered Azkaban he could understand why. She was probably the sexiest thing he had seen. Here was something worth the time and effort he had put into Hermoine.
She looked familiar. And her eyes were. Well. What colour were they. "You know Ronald. If you hadn't left as early as you did you would have been able to fuck her within a week." She said. It was totally unexpected. He was taken aback at what she had said. He didn't even know what she meant.
Trying not to look ridiculous staring at her he tried to get words out. But his mouth just mouthed up and down in empty motions.
"So are you ready to die?"
This would have sent him into a rant if he was not suddenly the middle of an explosion. As he exploded so did most of his cell.
The weirdest thing was his ability to still feel. His conscience felt the cold of snow and as his feet touched the snow covered ground he started to see his surroundings. The forest to his right looked similar to the Forbidden forest. The Mountains whose feet he stood on were gigantic.
He had two choices. Forest or Mountain. Wasn't hell supposed to be hot?
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The sun was about to kiss the horizon as Harry stared up at the huge castle. It would have easily been 4 or 5 stories high. Each corner was a tower. It was built as many people thought a castle looked like. 4 walls and 4 round towers connected at each corner of the walls.
The whole village below it was had one massive wall encircling it. Currently they stood in what would have been the towns training grounds for the army or fighters. No weapons could be seen and the small group looked over there surroundings. The sun was about to set, Nemo still had one more announcement to make yet.
As the group walked towards the centre of the field where Nemo stood they saw him standing there with 7 poles lying in front of him.
"This is where I want everyone to meet me in the morning. We shall meet here every morning." He stopped and swept his eyes. Which Harry was still having trouble adjusting to, for they would flicker from colour to colour with nearly every movement. "We shall train here, at least in combat form of training. Now I am guessing you all want to find somewhere to sleep tonight because I don't care where you sleep as long as you are here tomorrow morning before the sun rises. The poles will serve as a type of portal between your belongings and the you. Just thrust them into the ground. And it will activate. Night to everyone." Nemo explained to them. Already walking away as he finished the last sentence.
Luna was the first to walk towards the poles and grab one. "I am going to be in the castle. Goodnight everyone." She said her voice reverting back to it's usually otherworldly dreamy state.
Ginny and Neville went at the same time. Without saying a word they left in different directions. Neville down into the town and Ginny into the castle.
The Red haired women moved forward and with her foot flicked the pole up and caught it in her hand.
She walked off without a look back and without stopping.
Harry walked forward with his arm Hermoine's waist and grabbed two poles for the both of them, leaving one laying there alone.
"Where to?" Harry asked "Castle or village?"
"Village. I don't think I could be in a castle at the moment." Hermoine replied, her head resting lightly on Harry's shoulder.
As the two moved downhill to the old houses that some may still have held enough warmth to stay warm. They took only one look down the alley that would have led them to the lower district, broken and run down streets and houses. None fit to live in.
The two soon found themselves in a house further up the hill made of wood and stone. The houses along the streets were all along this style. None were shabby and run-down, though neither were they rich in clothe or wealth. The house they had found themselves in was made of about six rooms. One room for the entrance, a second which would have served as the kitchen and dining area. The third was a sort of worshipping room, which both Hermoine and Harry left well alone. The last three room were all bedrooms.
"Separate Rooms?" Harry asked her softly as he stood there hugging her with one arm, the other still holding onto the poles.
Hermoine moved into the embrace and buried her head into the nook on Harry's neck, shaking her head in protest.
The sharing of the house was not only from the new found emotions each had for the other, more from the close proximity they had shared with each other in the 6 years of schooling, than the year spent in a tent, even closer. Sharing a bedroom on the other hand, Harry was unsure on. Sure it wasn't as if he hadn't shared a bed before, Ginny had seen to that in the sixth year. There was more than once, that after a detention or late lesson that they had slipped out to the room of requirement.
Hermoine on the other hand may have been an entirely different issue. He knew they weren't ready to go as far as he and Ginny had yet.
None the less he moved into the larger of the three bedrooms. This must have been the parent or owners room, an old straw bed big enough for two and a few drawers sat around the room. Harry assumed that most of the wealth in this house came in the form of the walls to keep the house warm and standing.
The room itself was about 13 by 11 feet. The straw bed stood in the middle, with two drawers on either side, with a third and final to the right of the door.
Harry thrust one of the poles into the ground only to find it bounce up out of his hand. He removed his wand from a wand holster that someone had given him after the battle. "Reducto." Harry said, his wand pointed at the floor. The spell even if normally used for blasting an object, made the hardened dirt floor easier to penetrate with the pole.
Harry gave Hermoine a one armed squeeze then released her to start gathering his objects from the portal the pole had made. The pole in essence worked similar to Hagrids bag that still hung around his neck, only the pole was more along the lines of a catalogue to his belongings (Not much) and came out with whatever he wanted or needed on a subconscious level. Meaning he could reach into the portal of the pole thinking to pull absolutely anything out, and remove something he needed.
Still halfway through, both agreed it was to be a long first night.
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"Do you feel it Draco?"
The voice spoke from the darkness behind him. Draco turned to find Nemo, staring up into the star filled night sky. No clouds were visible on this tonight.
"Feel what? The cold? If it is then yeah I do." Draco replied sarcastically. He let out a pent out breath. Lowering his head he spoke "Are you the one who is many?"
Nemo's head moved at breakneck speed, his entire face and eyes know pinpointed on Draco. "He went along with that after all did he?" Nemo said softly returning his eyes to the night sky.
Draco nodded and followed his gaze towards the starry sky. "Personally I could never see the reason in crossing a star." Draco said knowingly.
"So you understand what is happening, even if you can not feel it Draco?" Nemo said his eyes unmoving.
"I am probably the only one who knows the history. Right?"
Nemo simply nodded.
"Here." Nemo said handing Draco the last pole. "If you know the history you know what it is." he started walking down the main street, leaving in tow a contemplative Draco Malfoy.
"Draco." Nemo yelled out far ahead of the slow moving teen "Know is not the time to unearth old secrets."
Draco yelled back out, "Why would I uncover my own."
Nemo nodded. The magic, only recently controlled in the department of mystery's was about to be explained. About to be released fully. It was nearly time. Draco Malfoy could feel it.
And it scared the shit out of him.
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Gabrielle Bourne sat at his desk in the little office that he was to call home days at a time. You would think that a job with the ministry would be a set 9-5 day but no. He was subject to days of endless searching, paperwork, questioning and finding. You would think with magic there would be less cases of missing people.
Understandably he had lots of paperwork. He had run from work and into hiding when He~Who~Must~Not~Be~Named effectively took control of the Ministry. Fortunately he was to good to replace. So when he came back after the downfall of Voldemort, his job was once more his.
Currently he had 4 cases that had just came in. Narcrissa Malfoy was the first. Saying that her Draco was missing. "It is my gut instinct" were her words. He was very used to this, and he assumed that he would indeed be finding a case for one Draco Malfoy soon enough. The second had been the Longbottom woman, she had a much similar story to the Malfoy's. Well actually the way they told it, was that they had disappeared the same way. Swallowed by a vortex.
The drafting of missing person reports before 24 hours of disappearance was against the rules, but no wizard could do that. Except maybe Harry Potter, now that he had the Elder wand. So Gabrielle had drafted both, but never finalised them. Then came the big bomb.
The Weasley's. Accompanied with Minerva Mcgonnagal they had packed his office to the limits. They had three. Not one. Three. Missing persons. Adding his total to five people in one day. Ginny Weasley, Hermoine Granger and. Harry Potter. In one day he had had three visits and five people reported missing.
Know the heirs to three of the most powerful houses in the wizarding world had disappeared in one day.
He finished the drafts of all the reports. None of the five incidents could be finalised yet, until the 24 hours were up it was still on the drawing board. Officially anyway.
Gabrielle ran his hands through the thick long, sandy brown hair, trying hopelessly to release some amount of tension from his head. He stood up to stretch. Sitting down in a small chair all day was no good for any person really. He was by no means a strong man but he was not offered a seekers position on the harpy's for no reason at all. He was fast, body and mind, along with agile.
He stood roughly just under 6 foot. Making him strategically deadly in battle. What he lost in brute strength in the battle field, he made up for in his battle plans and his cunning and agility to pull them off.
He was one of those guys. Never taken seriously for the height and muscle issue. He learnt quickly from himself. Never, underestimate anyone, or anything. You can never know what is up their sleeve. The long hair, well that at times only added to the issue of being taken seriously.
He heard footsteps approaching his door, murmurings from the clan of Weasley's who had decided to camp overnight to finalise the draft. His door opened, stepping inside was Xenophilius Lovegood.
"I need to report a missing person."
"Your daughter I am to assume?"
"Yes." he said fidgeting with his cloak. Understandable really. Nerves got to people poor man had already lost his wife after her death he had become very distant to the outside world. "and her mother."
Well today was a day of shocks.