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Chapter 6: Fire vs. Fire
Harry awoke from the surrounding darkness, all through the night he had been thinking about the First Task and what role did Voldemort have in it. Taking a look at his alarm clock he sighed as he saw it was only six a.m.
Getting into a sitting position on his bed and wrapping his arms around his blanket clad legs, the black haired wizard narrowed his eyes.
"And what is the nature of this adversary… fire tongue…worthy foe indeed, you have a deal mortal…my abilities are yours to command…"
Harry then took his wand from its position next to his pillow, gazed at it before changing out of his nightclothes.
Unknown Location
Total darkness filled the seemingly endless room; only two candles and the enormous projection of the planet Earth provided any light, bathing the room with a blue glow. The hooded figure sat cross-legged on a comfortable chair, facing the projection of Earth. In his hand was a shot of Firewhisky, a floating chessboard in front of him. A smirk appeared at the edge of the figure's mouth as he moved a pawn forward.
"You wish to see me Zathras?" A tall man garbed entirely in black from head to toe inquired from behind, his face hidden from view.
"I did, I'll need you to take a trip to Hogwarts as soon as possible." The man in the chair, Zathras replied calmly, not even bothered to turn around.
The man behind him narrowed his eyes, "Hogwarts? There is nothing save the Triwizard Tournament that is happening as of now…"
Zathras remained emotionless at that and said, "I wouldn't send one of my top men for a simple task. Go to Hogwarts and observe one Harry Potter, report anything that stands out of the ordinary. Stay in the shadows."
If the man felt any confusion in his mission, he certainly didn't show it. "Understood."
With that, the man stepped into a circle of runes that glowed brightly and with a flash he was gone, leaving Zathras alone in the dark room to his chess match.
"Ian, my friend…it would seem that it was destiny after all." Zathras mused quietly, moving a knight forward.
Back at Hogwarts
The winds gently blew across Harry's face as he sat on the grassy clearing near the edge of the Black Lake; the Kaiser simply observed the rising sun. He had told his brother that they wouldn't be doing their routine exercises today due to the reason that the first task would be taking place.
In truth, Harry really wanted to have a private morning alone. Meanwhile the doors to the Beauxbatons Carriage opened, revealing an ethereally beautiful silver blonde haired young woman, dressed in a baby blue color robes.
Fleur closed the carriage doors behind her and smiled at the sunrise, she had always loved the outdoors. Her smile grew wider as she saw Harry Potter sitting all alone on the grass.
"Why am I feeling such uneasiness? I already know that I'll get past this task…so then what? What is Crouch Jr. planning? What is the meaning of this?" Harry thought to himself but snapped from his thoughts as soon as he heard a familiar exotic voice break the silence.
"Good Morning, 'arry." Fleur said as she took a seat next to black haired wizard.
"Same to you, Ms. Delacour." Harry replied, staring into her deep blue eyes.
Fleur had to use every ounce of her mental strength to not blush at the spot as she stared into Harry's glowing green eyes, she was the daughter of a respectable Auror Captain and Triwizard Champion for Beauxbatons not some lust filled teenage girl.
The silence that was awkward in the beginning was almost non-existent now as the two young adults simply enjoyed the sun rising together.
Fleur shivered as a particular cold gust of wind blew against her face and her eyes widened when she felt something warm wrapped around her neck. Looking down, it was a blue scarf with bronze strips on it.
"Zank you…" The beautiful Veela murmured towards the young man next to her, trying her best control her heart from beating so quickly. The scent on Harry's scarf did smell nice though, it wasn't cologne; Fleur could only conclude that it was Harry's unique smell.
"I wonder eef 'e taste like zis too?" She thought before shaking her head to dispel the dirty thought.
Next to her, Harry raised an eyebrow in amusement but didn't comment. The two continued to gaze at the sun and the seemingly endless black lake until it was time for breakfast. The pair attracted much attention as they entered the Great Hall together, but neither of them cared.
Harry immediately sat down and buttered up a piece of toast before devouring it. He smirked when he saw Hermione and his brother piling a bunch of food on Neville Longbottom's plate. He felt sorry that the boy had to have such an unfortunate fate but what can one do in the face of destiny.
"We are all puppets of destiny…" Ian Potter would often tell his grandson whenever Harry asked why things happen they way they did.
He was slightly irritated when Cho and Eleanor decided to pile up the quantity of toasts on his plate, but that did nothing from detracting their smug smiles from their faces.
"You'll be thanking us after the task Harry." Cho said with a giggle. Harry just eyed at the high stack of buttered toast before glaring at the two young women. As he demolished the toasts, he took a chance to observe his rival competitors. Viktor Krum was sulking as always but his face was paler than it usually was. Fleur was the same, the normally confident quarter Veela was more reserved this morning. Suddenly her eyes met his and to his surprise, Fleur gave him a nervous smile before returning to her breakfast.
Time then flown by quickly and Harry found himself skiving pass Arithmancy, Transfiguration and Charms class rather rapidly even though those were his favorite classes. Professor Black, McGonagall and Flitwick were all looking very anxious, though they knew Harry's capabilities best but battling a dragon isn't something students do everyday.
At lunchtime, Harry was heading down towards the Great Hall when suddenly a small red blur slammed into him, clinging tightly to his knees. Looking down, Harry couldn't help but smile despite the supposed dire circumstance.
"Hey princess." Harry greeted his baby sister.
Rose dimpled cutely at him, "Hello big bro, I've missed you so much."
"Right back at you." Harry replied, patting Rose's head. Together the siblings walked hand in hand towards the Great Hall, Harry couldn't help but feel truly happy the way his sister gazed inquisitively towards the moving portraits on the walls. His sister was so innocent and pure, so free from the cruel reality of life.
"I hope you never change." He silently thought as he looked at Rose hugging Eleanor quite tightly and chatting rather quickly whilst he took some sandwiches and two bottles of pumpkin juice for himself and Rose to eat somewhere peaceful.
"Seems like our little princess is here to cheer you on, Harry." Ryan Potter said as he stepped next to his brother, with two turkey sandwiches and a bottle of pumpkin juice in his hands.
"It would seem so." Harry replied.
"Rose, come." He beckoned and after giving her 'hopefully' soon to be sister in law a hug, the red haired girl took her brother's hand and all three Potter children walked together out the Great Hall. It was a rare opportunity for the three siblings to be able to be together with each other during this time of year.
Rose marveled at the beauty of the seemingly endless Black Lake and was frightened as always of the mysterious Forbidden Forest. She giggled when Harry and Ryan threw bits of bread into the lake, only for the Giant Squid to snatch them with its tentacles.
"Where's mum and dad?" Ryan asked.
"Oh, they said they wanted to meet with Professor Dumbledore regarding to the precautions of the first task. You should have seen mum dragging dad towards Professor Dumbledore's office." Rose said while giggling lightly. Ryan and Harry shared looks, they loved their mum dearly, she was the best mum in the world but sometimes, just sometimes, they felt she worried about them too much.
The three of them then finished their lunches and lay relaxingly on their backs while staring at the fluffy clouds floating up in the clear blue skies.
"Ah, there they are…" Harry sat up and turned around, a smile formed on the edge of his mouth as he saw his parents walking towards them. Lily Potter immediately engulfed both her boys in a strangling hug, which they helplessly struggled against.
"Its so good to see both of you taking such good care of yourselves." She said while hugging them, Harry and Ryan glared at her sister when she made no attempt to hide her amusement of her brothers being smothered by their mum.
Finally releasing her embrace, Lily smiled proudly at her eldest son, tears rolling down her cheeks. "My son, Champion of Hogwarts… I'm so proud of you." Harry smiled slightly at that statement; despite his facade inside he was happy though.
"Mum, you're embarrassing him." Ryan snorted but a smirk confirmed he was joking. Together the Potter family walked together towards the direction of the makeshift coliseum stage where the champions would be pitted against their dragons. Despite having to face a dragon, Harry was very much at ease with the company of his family. Normally, people who took one glance at Harry Potter would find a cold, distant, uncaring man but the real Harry behind his thick layers of façade was a loving and kind young man who loves his family and loyal to his friends.
Harry and his siblings smiled and laughed as they listened to James and Lily reminisce about their days at Hogwarts.
"We're not allowed inside." James said as they reached the large tent next to the coliseum. James gave his son a squeeze on the shoulder, followed by a tearful, strangle hug from Lily, Ryan then gave his brother a fist bump and wished him luck.
"You're…gonna…be okay right? You'll win?" Rose sniffed, wiping the tears on her rosy cheeks with the sleeve of her jacket.
Harry smiled gently and bent down on one knee, "Silly princess." He said. "Of course I'll be okay." Patting her head gently, Harry whipped out his wand and with a swish, conjured a blue handkerchief and gave it to the small redhead.
After one final look at his family, the Kaiser of Hogwarts entered the tent. Harry realized that he was the first to arrive, he also noticed that there were four beds, each secluded from each other.
"Ah, Mr. Potter welcome, make yourself at home…your robes for the tournament have been delivered here, on that bed over there." Ludo Bagman greeted while pointing to a bed. Harry nodded and proceeded towards the bed with his satiny, blue colored robes and gloves. He could hear Bagman greet the other three arriving champions as he pulled on a glove from behind the drape.
Opening the drapes, he calmly took a seat on an empty chair and observed the psychological states of his fellow competitors. Krum was being surlier than ever while sulking around like always. Neville was pacing around looking as if he'd throw up the second he opened his mouth.
Fleur was also pacing around and smiled nervously at Harry when she caught him observing her. "Why? Why isn't he nervous at all?" She pondered, as she perceived only calmness and nonchalance from the Ravenclaw Champion.
Then Ludo Bagman entered the tent once more with the Headmasters and Headmistress of the competing schools along with the other judges entering after him.
"Well, now we're all here – time to fill you in!" said Bagman brightly, he was wearing his old Wasp robes again.
"When the audience has assembled, I'm going to be offering each of you this bag" – he held up a small sack of purple silk, and shook it at them – "from which you will each select a small model of the thing you are about to face! There are different – er- varieties, so to speak. And I have to tell you something else too … ah, yes … your task is to collect the golden egg!"
And so the four champions waited as they heard hundreds upon hundreds of pairs of feet could be heard passing the tent, their owners talking excitedly, laughing, joking. Harry took a glance at Neville, the poor boy's face was now green with nervousness.
Then Bagman opened the neck of the purple silk sack. "Ladies first," he said, offering it to Fleur.
She caught Harry's eye before putting a shaking hand inside the bag and drew out a tiny, perfect model of a dragon – a Welsh Green. It had the number 'two' around its neck. Her facial expression showed no surprise, which validated Harry's theory that she had been told of what was coming; the same held true for Krum. He pulled out the scarlet Chinese Fireball with a number 'three' around its neck and went back to his sulking.
Then Bagman stuffed the purple silk sack in front of Harry's face. Narrowing his eyes, the Kaiser of Hogwarts calmly dipped his hand into the sack and pulled out a small dragon model that had black scales, a spiked tail, and bronze horns protruding from its head. Its yellow eyes glared at Harry's with immense hostility.
Harry heard Bagman cry out, "Number one! The Hungarian Horntail!" Harry stared at the small-animated model before tightening his grip on his wand.
"Well, there you are!" said Bagman, after Neville had pulled out the last dragon model from the sack, a Swedish Short-Snout with a number 'four' around its neck.
"You have each pulled out the dragon you will face, and the numbers refer to the order in which you are to take on the dragon, do you see? Mr. Potter, you're first, just go out into the enclosure when you hear the cannon, all right? Longbottom, could I have a quick word? Outside?" Harry gave no sign that he had listened at all and simply walked towards the edge of the tent's entrance. He closed his eyes and prayed that his plan would work; a blast of a cannon then filled the air, silencing the enraptured crowd.
Slowly, opening his eyes Harry stepped out of the tent, the cheering became deafening as he walked past the trees, through a gap in the enclosure fence. The dragon keepers bade him good luck, which he promptly ignored.
He saw everything in front of him as though it was one gigantic blurred picture. Hundreds and hundreds of faces sere staring down at him from the stands above the rocky enclosure. The Hungarian Horntail was at the other end of the enclosure, perch on top of a particularly rock perch.
It was crouching low over her clutch of eggs, her wings half furled, her yellowish eyes meeting his directly. The monstrous, scaly black lizard then thrashed her spiked tail, leaving yard-long gouge marks in the hard ground.
Then without warning, the Horntail opened its mouth and sent a large burst of fire towards his direction.
"Protego Aquaro" Harry waved his wand and a powerful jet of water sprung out and surrounded the black haired wizard in a protective sphere, preventing the hot searing flames from scorching him. The Horntail was clearly enraged when it saw its flames having no effect on the intruder.
Knowing that he had to act fast, Harry swung his wand in an arc and cried, "Incendio Infernum." A large glowing, red pentacle appeared between the Horntail and himself.
The earth began to shake as hot, molten lava spurted out of the fissure violently, the ground trembling immensely as the earth split open. This was it, with the stage all set Harry began to chant. "To profundo inferni humili servo tuo clamat ad te perdere qui stant in via. Ut sciant negando consequentiam potes!"
The clear blue skies darkened and the sounds of thunder were soon rumbling, then suddenly there were screams from the spectators as something began to rise from the fissure of lava, a hand made of entirely out of magma ascended from the cracks of the fissure.
The Horntail was still guarding its nest protectively as it faced its new adversary. Two yellow eyes gleamed from the fiery depths, slowly pulling itself up and rising to all of its sixty feet, the entirely lava covered giant gave the Horntail one earth-shattering roar before it charged ahead with speed one would not attribute to such a giant.
The Horntail's flames did nothing to the lava monstrosity as it charged towards the scaly lizard. Harry only smirked as he saw the lava golem deliver a powerful uppercut at the Horntail. The Horntail reared its neck back before blasting the lava beast ferociously with its flames.
The lava golem merely absorbed the flames at point black and with both of its lava covered hands, grabbed onto the Horntail's neck and breaking the chains that prevented it from taking off and swung it in a circle before flinging the flying lizard if it were weightless towards the other end of the enclosure on top of a pile of uneven stones with a loud crash.
The lava monstrosity then walked slowly to the flying lizard and grabbed its neck from the back and began constricting it.
"Don't harm the eggs." Harry commanded as he attempted to establish a mental link with the lava golem, which had the Horntail in a strangling hold.
"And this?" The beast bellowed in his mind.
"Dispose of it as you wish." Harry replied as he ran towards the perch where a nest of eggs was kept. A dark chuckling noise was all he got in his mind before the sound of a large snap and an anguish roar made him turn back.
The Horntail had finally succumbed to its fate as its neck was snapped almost into a sickening ninety-degree angle. The crowd was now entirely quiet now as they looked on with fear at the abomination Harry had summoned.
As he made his way to the gleaming, beckoning golden egg in the nest, Harry found himself suddenly struggling to breathe as everything suddenly became unfocused. He grasped the gold oval shaped egg but fell to a knee when a sudden burst of pain exploded within his chest.
"It is done." The lava golem's voice thundered in Harry's mind. "I like you…I have not been in a fight for sometime." The golem then approached the fissure and slowly descended back into the depths of the earth.
"I feel hanging around you will bring forth many great challenges." Was the last thing it bellowed into Harry's mind before it completely vanished into the fissure, as the ground closed up; the pain in Harry's chest remained as he stood up with unease and shakily walked off towards the entrance of the enclosure.
Then as his world began to clear up, he realized that nobody was saying anything, the spectators and the judges were silent as they looked at him with shock etched clearly on their pale white faces.
Then Bagman, with difficulty finding his voice said in a trembling tone, "Well, look at that! What an amazing spectacle it was…simply marvelous." The entire Potter family was waiting for him at the entrance.
Lily simply pulled her son into the tightest embrace she could muster as soon as he was close enough. Harry didn't complain when his father joined in, as tiredness consumed him.
"Mum, I know you have a lot of questions…Dad too but I just want to lie down right now." Harry murmured before falling unconscious and would have dropped to the ground if his father hadn't caught him.
Both his parents nodded to each other as James and Ryan supported Harry into the mouth of the second tent where Madam Pomfrey stood. Helping Harry out of his outer robes and lying onto a bed in a secluded cubicle, Madam Pomfrey waved her wand to perform some diagnostic tests on the knocked out teen.
"How is he, Poppy?" Lily asked, holding onto her son's hand in a tight grip.
"He's fine physically, but he's suffering from magic exhaustion. Whatever he was doing in there, in that enclosure, if it had continued…there would be no telling what might happen." The matron said.
James and Lily sighed in relief at the news, "Give him these for when he wakes up and the next few days." Madam Pomfrey ordered as she placed a vial filled with purple liquid. "Core Restoration potions." James squeezed his wife's shoulder as the matron walked off.
"Could you believe it Lils, our Harry slaying a dragon…and just what was that thing he summoned?" James said as he took a seat next to his wife.
"I don't know, I don't know…but I'm glad my baby's alright." Lily replied as she stroked her son's pale cheek. Ryan and Rose just stared at their sleeping elder brother with awe until they heard footsteps arriving at the entrance of the cubicle, revealing Eleanor who took one look at the most important person in her life before dashing towards him.
She was about to open her mouth when she saw Lily motioned her to be quiet. Slowly she took the seat next to Harry's bed, next to Lily and grasped his hand with hers. She gave Lily a thankful glance when she felt the older woman's hand on her shoulder.
"Is he going to be okay? Aunt Lily?" Eleanor asked, tears were threatening to spill out of her eyes.
"Don't cry, honey, its just magic exhaustion. He'll be back on his feet in no time." Lily said, comforting her 'hopefully soon-to-be daughter-in-law'. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes slowly turned into almost an hour as the Potter Family and Eleanor watched Harry sleep, none of them had left the cubicle; not even when Bagman announced that the task was over. Eleanor, Ryan and Rose were listening as Sirius told them about how the other champions did on the first task.
"Of course, nothing phenomenal like your brother…anyone that came next couldn't possibly outmatch a performance like that." The Grim Animagus said with a grin.
"On a more important note, where did Harry learn that chant? Our personal library has no such magic." Lily asked while glaring at her long time friend, who started to rub his neck nervously.
"Er, Lils, I think that was partially my fault…Harry specifically requested some books for his last birthday and I guess I didn't look thoroughly at what he requested. I didn't think he would actually try any of the things in them…", Lily was about to began a long, angry tirade against Sirius when a raspy voice broke the silence.
"Uuugh…Where am I?" Everyone turned their attention back to the sleeping young man who was starting to awaken, Eleanor could finally let out the breath she was holding and smile as she saw Harry smiling back weakly at her.
"You stupid, inconsiderate jerk, do you know how worried I was?" Eleanor shouted at him while lightly punching his chest and yelped when Harry pulled her close to him, making her fall on top of him on the bed. Harry gave a wink to Sirius who just chuckled when he realized that his godson had just narrowly saved him from one of Lily's legendary angry tongue-lashing.
James shot his wife a proud and knowing smile as he joyously watched the scene unfold.
"If it makes you feel any better…I'm sorry?" Harry said with an apologetic smile.
"HARRY!" Rose squealed as she launched herself onto her big brother's bed.
"Hi, Princess." Harry said tiredly.
"I'm really glad you're okay." The small redhead chirped and smiled cutely when she saw Harry smile back.
"Mum, Dad, what was my score?" Harry asked as he began to sit up, despite Eleanor and his mother's protest.
"Perfect as ever, Harry, I'm happy to announce that you have been awarded fifty points out of fifty…" Albus Dumbledore's grandfatherly voice filled the tent as the Headmaster of Hogwarts' eyes twinkled madly.
"I see…" Harry answered as he slowly lay back down.
"There is also the matter of the Horntail…" Dumbledore started, "Though slaying it was not a part of the objective…the remains are yours. The second task will take place at half past nine on the morning of February the twenty fourth. The golden egg will provide a clue, simply open the hinges." The Headmaster of Hogwarts said with a smile and left the tent but not before giving Harry a lingering look.
"What're you going to do about the dragon remains?" Eleanor quizzed her best friend.
"I guess I would have to find someone to break it down with me…" Harry said while getting out of the bed and downing the vial of purple potion in one gulp.
"But sweetheart, you need your rest." Lily protested as she tried to convince her son to stay in bed but sighed with reluctant acceptance as Harry kissed her on the cheek.
"I'm fine, mum…besides, dad and my dear dogfather are going to help me." Harry said, putting on his robe and grinned when he saw his father and godfather do a double take.
"Ooh, Harry, can I help? This'll get Hermione super jealous." Ryan asked as his green eyes gleamed with anticipation.
"Fine, you can help but don't complain." Harry said with an amused smile as his brother grinned widely.
"Alright but please, Harry… don't overexert yourself." Lily said with a sigh, why did her children all have to be so damn stubborn.
With a final smile, James, Harry and Ryan left the tent, leaving the three ladies alone in the tent. "Aren't you going with him, dear?" Lily asked Eleanor, to which she just shook her head.
"Holy shite, this thing's bloody massive." Ryan exclaimed as he saw the Horntail carcass before him and shot his elder brother a look of respect. James could only whistle loudly, he would definitely not take on a Horntail all by himself.
"Right lads," The Auror Captain said to his sons while pulling on some gloves and a mouthpiece, "We'll be here for a while, better get comfortable."
Harry and Ryan shared a look before placing their mouthpieces and the three began their gruesome work. They did not, however, see the raven that was staring intently at the eldest of the Potter children as it took off into the skies.
Fleur Delacour was walking in the corridors out of the Great Hall by herself after her dinner, she was relieved to have passed the first task unscathed, with her skirt being lightly singed but her shock was colossal when she overheard other students talking about how Harry had slain his dragon.
She was skeptical at first but the look on Claire's face confirmed it as she asked her best friend, the quarter Veela then listened as her very excited friend told her how Harry had summon some sort of giant humanoid creature made entirely out of fire that simply overpowered the dragon.
"You should have seen his eyes, he looked so hot in control." Claire had said as they ate. Fleur could only smile at her best friend's remark, the girl with the pixyish brown eyes always said what was on her mind. She was approaching a turn when she heard voices around the corner.
With much curiosity, she took a look and saw Harry, back in his school robes. He and his younger brother had their backs faced towards her, hugging them both was a beautiful woman with long red hair with the same green eyes Harry had. Next to the red haired woman was a man who looked like an older copy of Harry with messy black hair, lopsided glasses and a mischievous smile on his face.
Deciding that she shouldn't intrude on Harry's moment with his parents, Fleur decided to take another route back towards the Beauxbatons Carriage.
"Take care of yourself, sweetheart, remember to take your potions regularly…" Lily said, hugging her eldest with eyes filled with tears.
"Merlin, mum…I'm going to be fine. Have more faith in your son." Harry mock chided his mother. Lily scoffed and flicked her son on the forehead but smiled again when her son kissed her gently on the cheek.
Then she moved to Ryan who merely raised two hands and said, "Mum…I'm fourteen. You know how I feel about such mushiness." His protest went unheard as Lily pulled him into a strangling hug. "Be careful, sweetie and listen to your brother."
"Yes mother." Ryan replied while rolling his eyes.
After releasing her second son, James lightly grasped his wife's shoulder and whispered, "We should go now. The boys need their rest."
Lily nodded and beckoned at Rose, who was clinging tightly to her two brothers.
"Promise me, you'll both write?" The small redhead sniffed with the biggest, cutest puppy dog look on her face. Both her brothers inwardly groan, they were completely powerless against that look.
"Of course." Harry said, patting his baby sister on the head.
"Everyday if you need to." Ryan responded with a wink.
Both boys inwardly sighed in relief as they saw a face-splitting smile appearing on the youngest Potter's face. Rose then skipped towards her parents who waved at the boys one last time before they headed towards the Headmaster's Office to use the floo.
Harry and Ryan watched until their parents and sister disappeared around a corner before walking off in the opposite direction.
"What're you going to do with all the money made from the dragon remains?" Ryan quizzed his elder brother while examining the golden egg that was in his grasp.
"I don't know to be honest, I read that Horntail dragonhide makes good flexible, magical resistant leather armor." Harry replied nonchalantly, rendering down the Horntail carcass had taken some time even with the assistance of magic and he was beyond glad to see it all locked within several enchanted trunks, which was then transported back home with the help of some eager house-elves when they overheard their problem over dinner in the kitchens since dragon parts were magical and thusly cannot be shrunk with a shrinking charm.
Ryan handed the golden egg back to his brother as they parted ways to their respective common rooms. Harry was immediately swarmed with loud cheering and exhilarated shouts of congratulations to which he just acknowledged with a barely visible smile. After telling his fellow housemates to continue with their partying, the Kaiser of Ravenclaw disappeared up and around the stairs that led towards the dormitories.
Harry flicked his wand and the locks to his trunk unlocked themselves after recognizing his unique signature. Carefully placing the egg in a secluded compartment, the messy, black haired young man closed the lid of the trunk and locked it once more. He smiled when he saw several vials of purple potion sitting on his bedside table, uncorking one he downed the purple liquid and changed into his nightclothes. Then, with immense fatigue, Harry fell down asleep on his soft, comfortable bed.
Unknown Location
"I trust you have good news?" Zathras inquired with a smirk as he surveyed the projection of Earth, specifically Western Europe as the circle of runes behind him glowed brightly and a tall man garbed from head to toe in black stepped out.