Chapter 16: So Much for a Vacation

Beta Read by Rosamanelle

Days passed in by a blur since the last Dumbledore Army's meeting. Harry was finding it hard to sleep lately, no matter how tired he felt. Not even the boring lectures of Professor Binns on the War against the Giants made him fall asleep!

No, it wasn't because the weird dream about the dark corridor was bothering him, but it was because he was blaming himself about what happened after the most recent DA meeting...

It happened that Saturday night, when he was escorting Cho Chang back to the Ravenclaw Common room. The two of them were under the Invisibilty Cloak, waiting for the moving staircase to dock at the seventh floor when the raven-haired girl suddenly spoke up.

"Harry, can I ask you something?"

The Boy Who Lived, sill in daze from their close proximity - his reddened face which was forever turned away from his senior was enough proof - nodded without hesitation, desperately trying to reply without stuttering. "Sure, what is it?"

The staircase moved to the platform they were on, both silently stepping on, letting it carry them to their destination. It was then Cho decided to drop the bomb. "You called Professor Aisha 'sis.' Is that a nickname? Or is she... is she really your sister?"

The staircase came to a stop at their destination, but Harry's feet seemed to be rooted to the stairs as he stared wide-eyed at Cho in shock. The elder girl prodded him to move before the stairs began its routine movement again, but once they got off the stairs, she repeated her question.

Harry remained silent, but decided he didn't want Cho spreading rumors about him, however unlikely. So, he did the first logical thing that came to mind: Blurt out the first excuse he could think of. "I called her 'Sis' because I heard Luna call her that once during the train ride to Hogwarts. She said that she doesn't mind being called that..."

This obviously wasn't the answer Cho was expecting as she pulled a puzzled face. "You're saying that Luna Lovegood called her that on the Hogwarts Express?"

"Yeah," Harry confirmed, nervously avoiding her gaze. It wasn't like he was lying to her, it was the truth - well, half-truth - as he conveniently forgot to tell her that it was because of his slip-up that Luna called Aisha 'sis' in the first time. "You were there as well, remember? We were in the same cabin as Professor..."

"Now that you say it..." Cho's black eyes closed as if trying to recall that particular memory before re-opening them and smiling. "Yes! That time everyone save Professor and Luna were covering in slime, right?"

"That was when we realized Dumbledore finally got the right people for the job," Harry said, trying to stray away from Cho's original topic. "You weren't there when it happened; Neville took out one of his plants and prodded it, making it react by puking slime all over the place..."

"He didn't warn you?" Cho inquired, clearly surprised that one of the Dumbledore's Army member, the pudgy face junior from Gryffindor, who - although he was a bit clumsy - tried extremely hard to achieve what other did and managed it every single time by the end of the week.

Harry chuckled a bit, his nerves gone as he realized that he derailed her from the original topic. Not wanting to sell out his friend, he quickly elaborated. "I don't think he expected it to react that... violently, either. Perhaps others of its kind only spit out small drops, else he'd have warned us. He's a prodigy in Herbology, so I doubt he'd overlook it."

"I see…"

The raven haired boy didn't waste his chance, immediately telling more stories. "Anyway, back to the topic. You said that only Professor and Luna weren't covered in slime, right? She used... a Shield Charm, I guess, since she didn't chant it out loud, to protect herself and Luna at the last second."

"That was certainly a quick reaction." Cho commented, before pausing to add more. "Come to think of it, I've never heard her chant in class at all. Whether she's making those balls zip around or casting a stunner charm to make us run ourselves ragged with physical activity."

And so, Harry succeeded in spiraling the conversation topic away from his relationship with Aisha long enough to reach the Ravenclaw common room...

Harry quickly dispelled that memory, shaking his head to further clear his mind. Not to mention that only Ron and Hermione knew about what transpired that night.

Harry sighed. Simple speculations of his sister's abilities managed to make him slip-up like that in front of another person, possibly a whole room! And he only narrowly avoided the worst by sheer dumb luck and the fact that he had a crush on the senior. Not that he'd kiss her. Yes he liked Cho, but he knew that it wasn't the time for it, never mind the fact that she was still getting over Cedric's death. Or the fact that he was on the blacklist of the Ministry and the target of the Death Eaters and Voldemort, which made him feel terrible when he dragged innocents into his problems.

He hated it when he failed to help someone.

His self-loathing was cut short by a hand raised by the only brunette to ever pay any attention in this boring class at all.

"Professor Binns… may I ask you something?"

The ghost Professor looked up from his ghastly lecture notes, glancing around the class to see who interrupted him, before fixating on Hermione's raised hand. "Ah, Miss Granger. What is it? I hope it's not on a myth like the Chamber of Secrets again..."

Most of Hufflepuff and Gryffindor weren't paying attention to Hermione when she spoke. "Can Professor tell us about 'Elemental Magic?' I tried searching the books, both history and spellcraft, but ended up with little information..."

Professor Binns narrowed his eyes the instant he heard 'Elemental Magic.' "What made you take interesting in such a subject? You should ask your DADA teacher about such a subject, no?"

Hermione spoke again, carefully omitted her real reasons for researching this topic. "I was studying in the library and happened to come across the topic, Professor. It interested me, as no matter which book I read, it was extremely obscure and always said that 'Elemental Magic is a Dark Art' and nothing else. Nothing like how it differs from our magic, who invented it, how to identify it, countermeasures..." She paused. "I mean, even the Three Unforgivable Curses have more information..."

"What makes you think you aren't disillusioned, and that there's no Elemental Magic in this world?" The professor asked, his greyish eyes narrowing at the brunette as if daring her to prove him wrong.

Seeing that he didn't deny the existence of Elemental Magic like the Chamber of Secret three years prior meant that Professor Binns knew something, so she quickly elaborated. "I saw one of our teachers cast lightning out of her hand and it killed Dementors, Professor… According to the book, Elemental Magic allows the user to control the elements. In this case, Air…"

The Boy Who Lived's mood turned sour the instant Hermione mentioned his sister, he could see that the whole class now woke up thanks to her bringing up the last Quidditch Match, while Professor Binns repeated the question with suspicion. "Are you sure Miss Granger? About this teacher casting a lightning spell to kill a Dementor?"

"Everyone here also witnessed when our Defense Professor this year- Miss Aisha- saved the Quidditch players from Dementors a few weeks ago, Professor." Hermione replied, motioning towards the whole class who nodded in confirmation, staring at Professor Binns intently just like when she had asked about the Chamber of Secrets. "It's just speculation without proof, Professor, that's why I asked if you or someone else knew something about the subject." Hermione added.

The professor adjusted his glasses a bit upon seeing that the whole class was now interested in this 'Elemental Magic' - or rather, the fact that they suspected one of the Hogwarts teaching staff wielding said magic, and that they wouldn't allow him to teach further unless the question was answered. He sighed. "Really, why are you all always interest in something outside the school's curriculum…?" He muttered tiredly. "…I appreciate the eagerness to learn, but if you would apply only half of it to my normal classes…"

He shook his transparent head a bit before continuing. "Still, I appreciated that this's a proven fact and not a myth or legend… like that question about the Chamber of Secrets last time, Miss Granger." He looked at her somewhat approvingly, much to her surprise as she had thought she was going to be scolded for asking a silly question instead. "Yes, Miss Granger. Elemental Magic does exist in our world."

"So it isn't Wizarding World magic? Else how would no one know about it except for someone who was raised far away from us like Professor Aisha?" A Hufflepuff boy immediately raised the question, seemingly more eager to learn about their enigmatic Defense Professor rather than academic knowledge. The way he phrased the question made Harry want to yell at him, but he kept his mouth shut, still haunted by the conversation with Cho the night before...

Professor Binns nodded. "It was never a Wizarding World spell in the first place, that's why it's an obscure topic. No Witches or Wizards in our history were able to understand it or use it, not even our most revered figures like Merlin or the Hogwarts founders..."

"Then how do we have records of it? If no one who could use it showed up... er, up until now."

Professor Binns ignored the lasted comment, continuing with his explanation. "Some unbiased Wizard historians, such as myself, concluded it was this very reason why Elemental Magic was considered 'Dark Magic.' The wizards of the past probably labelled it a Dark Magic either out of fear of the unknown or because they couldn't harness it for themselves. Not that Elemental Magic itself is a Dark Magic, it was just beyond the Wizarding World's understanding, otherwise nothing about it is 'Dark' at all..."

He paused for a second, his ghastly eyes narrowing in disgust before continuing with this 'out-of-curriculum' subject "…If we were to us Muggle terms, a 'Witch Hunt' occurred. Basically, the Wizarding World of ancient times accused those who were able to use Elemental Magic of being Dark Art users, as heretics, and waged a war to eliminate them all."

Many faces lit up in surprise before Seamus Finnigan asked the most critical question. "When did this war start and when did it end, Professor Binns?"

Professor Binns frowned deeply before sighing, wondering why his students where never interested in what they needed to know to pass the exam. He answered the question regardless, although his irritation was obvious to anyone listening. "Historians to this day have been unable to figure out the exact time frame of this war..."

"However..." He continued upon seeing the disappointed look on Hermione's face. Truth be told, the professor had a bit of a soft spot for the bushy haired girl, the only student to pay attention in his class since the very first day, her interest in the subject never wavering. He wasn't as annoyed at her when compared to the rest of the class, so he decided to elaborate on the subject of Elemental Magic for her sake. "..We know for certain that Elemental Magic practitioners disappeared from England around a century after Merlin's time, as there're not records of Elemental Magic practitioners found from that period. As a side note, it was around this war that the House Elf appeared and swore themselves into our servitude."

"That means they - the Elemental Magic users - were hunted into extinction?" Seamus asked again with curiosity.

"Disappearing is different from extinction." Professor Binns rebuked the boy's question, causing Seamus to back down. "We label something as 'extinct' when there is evidence that they're no longer in this world. And the extinction of Elemental Magic practitioners was proven false to some degree by Professor Aisha…"

That statement caused the whole room to explode into murmurs of excitement as every single student from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff started discussing with each other at the thought of their Professor practicing a long lost mystical art before Hannah Abbott decided to speak. "Professor, does that mean Professor Aisha is the last Elemental Magic user?"

"I said to some degree, Miss Abbott…" The ghost teacher repeated. "Just one Elemental spell - Lightning - doesn't prove that Professor Aisha will have full Elemental Magic knowledge. She may or may not have accidentally stumbled upon just the spell Lightning during her youth."

"Professor…" Hermione called the history teacher again, her eyes narrowing, down shooting the Professor a questioning look. "…You seem to be certain that Lightning that Professor Aisha used was Elemental Magic. What convinced you such?"

"Your own story." Professor Binns replied without hesitation, elaborated before anyone asked. "It is true that Wizards and Witches can use spells or charm that have similar effects to those of Lightning [1]. However, there is one unique property of Elemental Magic that Wizarding Spells have never able to replicate - their effect on the supernatural, the unkillable, like Dementors."

The room suddenly went silent, as everyone there had encountered the creature in question during their third year. "You all know that for the Wizarding World, only a Patronus Charm can harm Dementors and it only temporarily chases them away. Elemental Magic, on the other hand, is not only harmful to them but can kill them outright."

Glancing down his classroom for a moment, Professor Binns continued. "It isn't limited to Elemental Magic, the Onmyou Magic of the East is also capable of such feats. The distinction Onmyou Magic and Elemental Magic is that Onmyou practitioners use foci, one-time-use or permanent, and an incantation is a must. These incantations are long enough that the user would get a Dementor kiss before completing the spell if they did not prepare something to prevent the Dementor from getting close earlier. With Elemental Magic, foci are optional and incantations aren't necessary. Elemental Magic spells are produced instantly with no warning, perhaps a small start-up time or a wave of a hand, but that's it."

The entire room recalled the Quidditch match perfectly, some of them even got a front-row seat to see Aisha in action, realizing that what happened matched with what Professor Binns described. However... "If there're so much information on it, why has Elemental Magic never been in the normal curriculum, Professor? I mean, if they allowed us to learn about the Unforgivable curses to know how the best counter them, wouldn't Elemental Magic be the same?"

Coughing a few times, Professor Binns frowned and shook his head. "Those are excerpt from the records of Ancient Wizards we found, which may or may not be true. As for the latter question, The Wizarding World believes that Elemental Magic is lost, as no one was ever found practicing it any longer, unlike the ever-present threat of Dark Arts. They thought it was unnecessary to learn about it and did not include it in any curriculum."

Of course, Professor Binns also left out that there're a few more reasons than that, particularly if you paid attention to what he said beforehand about the Wizarding World's lack understanding of Elemental Magic. In short, they didn't include Elemental Magic in the 'Dark Arts that students must learn to defend themselves from' list because they didn't want to embarrass themselves with half-assed information, with vague explanations about how Elemental Magic works, which, to this day, is still shrouded in the myth and likely to be so in the future.

Or perhaps, Harry thought, as someone who was already familiar with how someone could twist stories to suit their wishes, maybe they wanted to keep some secrets from their descendants? It would be fairly embarrassing to be defeated at the hands of Elemental Magic users. If Aisha's display of magic was anything to go by, Harry was quite sure that was the result of the war.

It seemed that the ghost Professor had sidetracked enough, coughing before speaking loudly. "Now, all I can say is that your Defense Professor possesses some mastery over Elemental Magic, but not enough. I assure you that if Dumbledore hired her, she is trusted despite practicing this once-called 'Dark Art.'"

"Professor" Hermione began. "What about Elemental Masters?"

"So…" Professor Binns' voice boomed out, earning a silence among students in an instant. "It's time for us to get back to the lesson at hand, knowledge that will be tested on the O.W.L. at the end of this school year! Please turn your book to page…"

And so the whole room fell asleep, leaving Hermione the sole student who paid attention in class at all once again, much to Professor Binns's silent frustration…

As if Aisha was a psychic, she shot down the fifth year Gryffindor's attempt at asking about her style of magic – more specifically whether it was Elemental Magic or not – the moment they entered her class with her usual stern gaze. Once everyone was there, including the House of Serpent, Aisha began the spell test in earnest, leaving no time to ask anything other than questions related to her class, citing that they'll have plenty of time to rest during Christmas Break at the end of this week, or rather, the end of that day…

However, that did nothing to stop them from asking her before she left at the end of the class, a question asked by Neville Longbottom who has a lot of trouble remembering anything not related to Herbology no less!

"Professor Aisha," The pudgy-looking boy nervously called out as Aisha was about to dismiss her class as the bell had rung a few seconds earlier, making the small Professor look at him, nodding for him to continue. "C-Can I ask you about magic outside of our class?"

In the corner of Harry's eyes, he saw Draco Malfoy whisper to his pug girlfriend as they decided to stand on the sidelines and watch, making his blood run cold. Neville chose the worst possible moment to ask something sensitive like this again!

Harry hoped against all odds that Neville wouldn't ask what he thought he would, but of course, it had to be the very question he feared that Neville asked. "C-Can Professor Aisha use Dark Magic?"

Harry supressed a sigh of relief when Malfoy and Pansy started to giggle, who were undoubtedly laughing at the supposed stupidity of the question. Hermione and Ron looked back and forth between Malfoy and Neville, clearly unsure of what to do. As for the rest of the class, Slytherin had mostly flown out of the classroom at top speed, too tired from that day's testing, while Gryffindor mostly stayed behind, waiting for someone to ask about what they learned from Professor Binns without a doubt.

Aisha, on the other hand, frowned deeply, narrowing her eyes at the boy, making Neville take a step back, seeming to shrink under her gaze as she weighed her answer.

After staring at Neville for a moment, she seemed to reach her decision, scratching her head as she replied. "For your question, I can ask the same thing… Can any of the Professors or Ministry officials do what you asked?"

Everyone was taken aback by her counter, but she hadn't finished as she went on to point out common knowledge. "It's obvious, isn't it? With your magic being so simple to use, simply point your wand in the general direction, say your incantation, and boom, a result! Provided you want it happen, of course."

"N-No, that's not what I wanted to ask, Professor…" Neville replied meekly.

"Yes, it is." Aisha seemed to think that the question held no hidden meanings, but for Harry, he knew that his sister was too smart to not notice it and was purposely avoiding answering the hidden question. "How else would we interpret such a question?"

As Harry recalled the question, he realized that Neville had in fact left plenty of openings for Aisha to exploit. Considering that his sister always answered truthfully, had he asked directly 'Does Professor know of or perform Elemental Magic?' Aisha would've answered directly, albeit most likely a bit cryptically.

Yet the past cannot be corrected, so they students have to live with the result. Aisha then decided to drop a very interesting piece of insight. "Back to the question you asked earlier, everyone in the Wizarding World can easily use Dark Arts – providing that they know the correct incantation – including the Headmaster. However, they don't use them for moral reasons. The same could be said about me, after learning so much about your magic…" Her face suddenly turned somber, seemingly recalling her dark past. "If you're asking me whether or not I'll use Dark Arts, it depends on the situation."

"What?!" The remaining students exclaimed, they couldn't have heard her incorrectly, right? She was willing to use Dark Arts despite being, well, Dark Arts?

Seeing that the students were staring at her wide-eyed, including Harry, Aisha sighed and continued, folding her arms. "I won't sugar-coat things, kids, you'll eventually find yourself in a situation where you have to use something you would rather not use or die. By then, survival is all that matters…"

"Is that a lesson you learned from living in the wild for so long, Professor?" The question came from Malfoy, who smirked as if he found something funny, perhaps the chance he got to call her a country bumpkin.

Aisha ignored his insult as it wasn't worth her time, not to mention that the bell rang and the next class would start soon. "Believing what I just said or not is up to you. Unless you face such a situation, you'd probably think I'm crazy, being willing to do something illegal to survive. Now, I think you should get going, the next class will start soon."

After that, the questions on Aisha's possible Elemental Magic slipped out of everyone's minds, as the Christmas holiday began the next day, allowing them to take the Hogwarts Express back to London to spend the holidays with their family or relax at school. After all, if the Ministry of Magic let Aisha teach, she's more than qualified to do so.

For Harry however, this Christmas would prove to be an unfortunate time of year, as that particular night, he dreamt about a certain hallway with a wounded Mr. Weasley lying in a pool of his own blood that slowly but surely leaked from a bite from a giant snake.

This incident also made him forget to ask Aisha about taking him with her back to her homeland – or rather, he didn't have a chance to, as Dumbledore decided to send him to safety before Umbridge came back to Hogwarts the next day.

In contrast, Aisha hadn't forgotten the opportunity that presented itself to take Harry to her homeland, and she prepared to ask him to go with her the next morning despite having a 'reluctantly welcomed' guest tagging along. Sure, there was a chance that the woman might try a memory charm on her during their next meeting, but she was quite confident that the woman wouldn't, considering that Aisha made it quite clear that she could detect and nullify any magic the reporter tried to cast.

That and the fact that the reporter didn't cast one on Hermione, Ron, and Harry, all who held the same blackmail material as her. It was this that convinced her that Rita Skeeter had some moral codes and was not irredeemably evil.

But Aisha hadn't become Magus Commander on assumption and carelessness, that's why she had postponed the journey to her homeland until the next morning, despite the risk of running into Umbridge and further troubling her friends. All so she could figure out how to keep a watch on the woman she caught nights ago.

As if on cue, a small 'pop!' echoed through her quarters as she returned from dinner, signifying the use of an apparition spell.

Standing in the doorframe, Aisha narrowed her eyes as she scanned her room in surprise, as they obviously broke the Wizarding World rule of this ancient castle fairly easily. The energy being emitted from the intruder narrowed down her list to two people, both of which were anything but hostile.

Sure enough, as she stepped into the dark room, lighting it with a ball of flame that hovered in mid-air, she saw the small figure of the elderly House Elf, dressed in his usual ragged clothing, standing nervously near her desk, his big, yellow eyes locking on her upon hearing her footsteps.

Both sides stared at each other before Aisha broke the silence, making her way to a couch to sit down. "Good evening, Kreacher. I'm surprised to see you here… Would you like some tea?" She then beckoned to the empty teapot and cup sitting on her desk, as if inviting a guest rather than the equivalent of a slave in the Wizarding World.

The House Elf broke off his stare, fidgeting with his rags and replying nervously. "Mistress always is too kind to Kreacher, Kreacher is unworthy of being called by name b-"

"Please stop being so dramatic and get to the point, Kreacher." Aisha interrupted the House Elf mid-sentence, eyes narrowed in mild irritation, sending Kreacher into a corner of her room. In turn, it made Aisha realize she had been a bit harsh, her expression softening. "I still have a lot to think about, so please make it quick…"

Kreacher nodded hesitantly before detailing the reason of his visit, keeping his eyes down on the floor, not daring to look up at Aisha. "Kreacher's current master is angry at Kreacher for smuggling out belongings of the old mistress of Black's manor. He ordered Kreacher to 'go away,' but didn't specify the place. Kreacher left the house…" He trailed off, hesitating more.

Aisha stood up, moving next to Kreacher before kneeling down to look directly into his eyes. "Tell me everything."

After losing the battle of will in under thirty seconds, Kreacher began to whisper in fear, fearing retribution from the person blessed with the power of Nature before him. "When Kreacher left the Black Manor, Kreacher thought to go to Malfoy Manor. The matriarch is a relative of the Black House and can take Kreacher in until Master Black summons him back. Kreacher… planned to tell them, not about what's going on in Black Manor because it's forbidden by magical contract, but about Harry Potter…"

Aisha frowned, she knew how devastating it could be to Harry's reputation if Kreacher to Malfoy some private topics about him, the only things a House Elf could say if the rules were anything to go by.

Then again, considering right now, she doubted Malfoy needed such information, as the Ministry had already done a good job at ruining her little brother's life, and it's unlikely that it could get any worse. So why was Kreacher telling her this?

As if on cue, Kreacher pulled all stops on his confession, kneeling and repeatedly bowing his head. "But when Kreacher was about to go to Malfoy Manor, Kreacher remembered that Harry Potter is your brother, Mistress, and by Kreacher's actions, Mistress would be dragged into trouble! Kreacher is bad, Kreacher must apologize to her!"

Aisha sighed, her face twisting into one of pity towards the poor House Elf before her, scratching her head as if she was unsure of what to do. An idea suddenly popped up, and she quickly decided to act on it.

She picked Kreacher up, stopping him from hitting his head on the floor and forcing him to stare at her before speaking in a soft tone. "I appreciate that you care for my brother and I's wellbeing, so stop beating yourself up. You have yet to cause me trouble.

Aisha let her words sink in, before continuing. "You want to find a place to stay until you feel it's right to return to Black Manor, right?"

"Indeed, Mistress, Kreacher is still bound by his duty to take care of the house of the…"

Aisha held out her hand, signifying the old House Elf to stop. "I know. I can let you stay with me for a while, however…" She raised her voice, gaining Kreacher's attention. "…I have a job that may require your expertise in the meantime. I won't force it upon you, I can find another way to address this issue myself. It would b-"

Kreacher's cries interrupted what the girl was about to say that instant. "Kreacher will do it! Mistress, say the word and it will be done!"

Putting the tiny House Elf down on the ground, Aisha shook her head. "You don't even know what I'm about to ask you to do, yet you agree already?"

"Kreacher trusts Mistress, who is trusted by Great Mother Nature…" was all he said.

Aisha mentally facepalmed herself, muttered to no one in particular. "Should've seen this coming…" Smiling at Kreacher, she explained what she wanted him to do, occasionally stopping to check if Kreacher had fainted or had a heart attack when he stood still, too stunned from the revelation to move.

Aisha's joyous mood of finally solving one potential problem vanished a few hours later.

At midnight, while Kreacher was out to find the person he was charged with keeping an eye on, a sudden knock at the door woke the girl up. Opening the door, Aisha found herself staring at the Deputy Headmistress, who ushered her to get dressed and follow her out, forgetting that Aisha never changed her clothes.

Oh no, that wasn't what irritated Aisha, she had to deal with people interrupting her sleep too many times to count in the past, mostly those 'wake up now or die' situations. What dispelled her joy came after as she followed McGonagall to the Headmaster's office to meet with Dumbledore.

Entering the room, she saw a half dozen chairs littered about, not counting the Headmaster behind his desk. Aisha noticed that magical energy was gradually fading from the room and quickly connected the dots, assuming that a meeting had taken place mere minutes before she arrived, and judging by the magical energy, the Headmaster had likely teleported them away.

The old Headmaster glanced at the two newcomers briefly before asking them to take a seat. Aisha took the one directly in front of Dumbledore while McGonagall refused, reporting the latest news while he stood, none of which was good.

"The High Inquisitor will be here soon, Albus. It seems that she wants to meet you regarding the events in the Department of Mysteries," she stated in a stern and serious tone. When combined with her serious expression, it made the situation feel more severe than it should be. "…I'll inform her according to your instructions, but please be quick. There's a lot needed to be sorted out…" With that, she fled the room, leaving Aisha alone with the Headmaster, his phoenix, and dozens of portraits of former Headmasters.

The silence was brief before Dumbledore spoke, his ever-present calming atmosphere gone in an instant his eyes no longer twinkling, signifying the seriousness of what he was about to say. "Aisha, do you have a place to go during the Christmas break? Or will you stay at Hogwarts?"

Aisha was almost taken aback by the question, but noted the tone in his voice and immediately realized the hidden message and cut straight to the point. "Yes, and I planned to take Harry along with me. Even if I will be paying my respects to the dead in my homeland, I wish for him to at least stay there for a while, away from the messes he finds himself in…"

He nodded, before speaking. "I cannot allow young Harry to go with you… I'm afraid that's an order. Please cooperate."

There were no yells of disappointment, no anger that was expected from someone as young as the girl in front of him. Aisha simply blinked, closing her eyes and crossing her arms. A few moments later, she spoke again, her purple eyes full of questions as she stared at the Headmaster, her tone even and calm. "Your reasons?"

Now it was Dumbledore's turn to put a hand on his forehead, trying to come up with an answer that wouldn't reveal too much, as he was sure Aisha would relay the message to Harry when she returned to the school.

Then again, he didn't want to drag more people, especially innocents – whether from England or not – into danger because of his carelessness.

After careful consideration, Dumbledore spoke slowly. "First things first, I've met with young Harry a few minutes before you arrived."

Aisha arched an eyebrow but stayed silent, allowing the Headmaster to continue. "He may or may not realize it now, and I wish to keep it that way for a little longer… for him to have a good Christmas Break. The implication of what transpired today is still disturbing, though…"

From the twitching of her hands and the deepening frown on her face, Dumbledore felt that the girl was getting impatient but refrained from speaking out of respect for the elder. He knew well that everyone had their time limit, and it would do him no good to test the limits of others, so he went straight to the point, revealing a bit of information on the Order of Phoenix in the process. "Tonight, one of my Order of Phoenix agents was working on his shift, guarding a secret that we wished to prevent from falling into Voldemort's hands when he was attacked and fatally wounded by a snake… a snake controlled by Voldemort himself at the time…"

A flash of realization crossed Aisha's face, narrowing her purple orbs as she recalled the story Harry once told her, specifically about his scar and Voldemort. Based on that, she made an educated guess. "Harry saw it happen in his dream, perhaps?"

"Yes…" Dumbledore replied, clasping his hands over his chin, closing his eyes before sighing. "The most disturbing part of the whole story is that Harry saw the events through the snake's eyes, or rather, Voldemort's perspective…"

Aisha didn't like where the conversation was going, but she knew that the truth was painful no matter what, so she steeled herself and listened carefully to the most crucial part of the conversation.

"…I know that it's just a possibility, but it's one that's dangerous if true…" Dumbledore continued calmly, his nervousness still there faintly. "…I'm afraid that Voldermort may learn from this event that both his and young Harry's minds are connected somehow, and that each other can experience what the other has… and exploit it…"

Aisha's expression darkened as she berated herself for letting such an obvious thing slip away from her despite the knowledge she had. She, too, had felt something dark about Harry since the first time they met many years ago. Aisha had chalked it up as nothing serious, seeing as how his relatives treated him, combined with innate magic she sensed in him that day, she wouldn't be surprised if they were the cause of it.

Then again, there's no way to correct the past, Aisha told herself mentally. The only thing they can do now is to find a solution to remedy this. But, judging from what Dumbledore said earlier, finding the cure will be practically impossible.

Straightening herself, Aisha confirmed what she suspected Dumbledore was hinting at. "So, you do not want Voldemort to know about my homeland by reading Harry's mind or possessing Harry while he is walking on my home soil, and learning magic tricks that I, or the natives may teach him, correct?"

"You're smart as always, Miss Aisha…" Dumbledore commented.

"I can't accept your praise, Professor Dumbledore…" Aisha shook her head before returning to the topic at hand. "What do you plan to do? If my little brother is at risk of being possessed by Voldermort at any given time, then wouldn't sending him to Grimmauld Place risk your Order being exposed?"

Dumbledore looked hesitant, before speaking honestly. "Harry is a special case, Miss Aisha… No one in our history ever survived a Killing Curse before until Harry…"

"So did Voldemort…" Aisha interrupted, causing the Headmaster to nod in acknowledgement.

"Indeed." Dumbledore agreed before continuing "That's why the connection between the two is a unique case that no one understands, not even me…"

Aisha then reminded the Headmaster of her earlier question, her patience clearly wearing thin. "You still haven't answered my question, Professor… Why do you think that staying in Grimmauld Place is a safer choice than letting him come along with me? My homeland is surrounded by a barrier. I remember telling your Order members as such, and it's the truth…"

'Well, it's another world on another dimension entirely… not that he needs to know,' Aisha thought, before continuing to reason with Dumbledore. "No amount of power a mere mortal possesses will break it. Only a few who have mastered the Lost Mystic Art will be able to see it, and even fewer than that will be able to cross it and arrive at the correct destination like I did… It's not like your Wizarding Magic that needs a simple incantation and a wave of a wand to make something happen!"

Dumbledore hesitated, before telling a half-truth, despite knowing that the girl in front of him wouldn't be fooled. He wished to protect everyone including those like Aisha, so he hoped that she would understand. "My Order's members are more familiar with our own Magic, and have a vague idea of what's happening to Harry. Despite having no cure in sight, they'll know to watch their tongue…"

Then he added on to his previous statement. "Besides, the Fidelius charm that protects our headquarters cannot be broken unless I am the one who reveals its location to Voldemort himself… even if Voldemort tried to read Harry's mind or possessed him and tried to make him reveal its location, it won't work. Such is the way this spell functions."

Aisha narrowed her eyes at the information she just received. "So that's why you avoided him all this time? And is that the reason why you don't want me to take him to my homeland?"

Dumbledore looked away from Aisha's eyes in shame. "It is, Miss Aisha. I fear if such event occurred, it will lead to disaster… And on that topic, while I approve of your decision regarding the welfare and education of your students, I am still reluctant about the little club Harry formed with your consent. If you were to divulge the secrets of your own style of magic to them, it will make Voldemort even more dangerous should he was able to peer into one of their minds…"

Instead of being annoyed that the old Headmaster somehow found out about Dumbledore's Army, Aisha chuckled, the oppressive atmosphere slowly evaporating as the girl herself realized that she too was overstepping her boundaries out of her protectiveness towards her younger brother… just like the old man in front of her. "It seems nothing within this castle escapes your eyes and ears, right?"

"Being Headmaster has its own privileges to ensure the safety of the children attending our school…"

The chuckles stopped suddenly as Aisha closed her eyes, reminiscing about the little student club and all the people involved. "Those students are diligent and hardworking, Headmaster. Not only that, they're not ignorant of the world or bury their head in sand, believing Ministry's propaganda with passion… all of them will be a fine citizens of your community in the future…"

Pausing a bit, Aisha looked at Dumbledore's twinkling eyes with her own amethyst eyes, conveying sadness. "Unfortunately, none of them have what it takes to learn my magic. Mind you, like I said before about the magic that brought me here, mere observation, explanation and practice won't make them able to comprehend and use this kind of Art…"

She cut off her explanation as another matter popped into her head. "Enough of that, I have more to discuss with you as you mentioned this so-called protection and wellbeing of my young brother during the years I was away. The more I reviewed it based on Harry's experiences, the more I find your attempts of helping him… wanting…"

Indeed, Dumbledore saw this coming too, but made no move to object her accusations, after all, a smart mind like hers wouldn't be easy to fool for so long. Besides, Aisha seemed to hold some respect to him. If not that, then it was gratitude for taking care of her younger brother… If he were to try to lie or provide a half-truth, it would be an insult to her intelligence, not to mention destroying any good word Harry ever vouched for him when he told stories to Aisha.

Yet her complaints never come. The bell in his office ringing as the clock hit 2 in the morning is what saved him as Aisha sighed at the sound. "It seems time is not on our side…" She shook her head as the opportunity to ask something that has been bothering since Harry told her of his adventures slipped by yet again. The other day it was her fault for not remember to bring this up to but today… it was pure bad luck and the fact that she was on tight schedule, considering that Umbridge was coming to Hogwarts now of all days…

Aisha then stood up, walking toward the door, but not before turning back and warning Dumbledore, no more subtle hints, no more hidden meanings, she now spoke directly. "For now, I'll comply with your demands and not take Harry with me to pay respects to those I held dear, but I hope that the next time we meet after Christmas, you'll realize that I'm not someone to not be trusted, and that both Harry and I are grown up enough to handle the truth... Every truth that involves us."

As the sound of the girl's footstep died down in the distance, Dumbledore slumped in his chair, popping another lemon drop into his mouth, pondering Aisha's words in silence.

Truly, her patience ran out, and he couldn't say that it was a teenager thing, because she kept these doubts over his method of protecting Harry to herself since her appearance in August.

If anything, when he rethinks it, she may have not even asked him about that had tonight's events never come to pass. Had fate played him for fool? Perhaps this was a message to him, warning him of the consequences of his decision?

As the Lemon drop dissolved in his mouth, Dumbledore had made a decision, just before the Toad Lady barged into his office with Professor McGonagall in tow…

It seemed that he wouldn't get any sleep tonight…

At the break of dawn, Aisha triple checked everything she needed to bring along with her, which wasn't much given that she had only one set of clothes and her trusty staff plus a few books, mostly of Mundane origin that she decided to bring along for reference, since the Wizarding World books tended to be out of date - not to mention that these folks didn't understand how their own magic worked except for 'say the incantation and wave your wand, will with all your might for the effect you desire, and as long as what you're doing isn't contradicted to laws we're unable to figure out why are in place, then you'll likely succeed.' This fact made their magic books useless in her eyes.

After that was done, she looked at the intricate details of the magic circle forming on the ground in the center of her own room, the two Nasod Scout Drones on stand-by at its edge, facing each other to check if anything was out of place, but everything was fine so far…

Soon, a 'pop' sound echoed throughout the room, signifying the entrance of two people whom she awaited, but judging from the quarreling sounds, they were anything but friendly with each other, especially the taller one…

"Hey! Let me go, you little Elf!" The woman in green robes yelled, trying to pry was the old House Elf that clung to her leg like it was his lifeline.

"Mistress ordered Kreacher to keep an eye on Madam Skeeter during this trip… Kreacher cannot let go or Madam may escape!" The old House Elf wailed back with conviction, all the while hugging Rita's leg even tighter to fight off the attempts to dislodge him.

Aisha looked at the scene amusedly, before she coughed to get the House Elf's attention, speaking when she was sure he was listening. "Kreacher, don't you have any magic that will stop her from attempting to transform into bug? Just keep a barrier around her and watch over her during our trip and it will be good enough… You don't need to cling to her like that…"

Kreacher looked like he has been smashed in the face at those words, before he reluctantly let go of the reporter's leg and snapped his fingers. Aisha felt surge of power run across from the House Elf before enveloping the reporter… no… paparazzi… whole without the woman who still rubbing her leg in disgust knowing.

It seemed that House Elf magic was outside the bounds of the Wizarding World's understanding, Aisha mused.

Aisha analyzed the spell casted upon Rita and gave Kreacher a silent thanks. It was a simple yet effective signature emitter spell that she could easily track from hundred kilometers away with precision and it was powered by ambient magic in the air, so there's no way this reporter could run amok unchecked in Elrios as soon as she informed the guards, something made easier by the help of certain friend in a high place who was expecting them.

Coughing one more time, Aisha got their attention on her before speaking. "Now that we're all here I think we should begin our journey…"

Suddenly Rita Skeeter spoke once she surveyed the room and noticed that someone was not there. "Where's Mr. Potter? Didn't you tell me that he will accompany us?"

Aisha scowled a little before replying, careful to not reveal more than necessary. "Dumbledore got wind of my vacation plan. He felt that Harry shouldn't travel anywhere out of his reach and forbid him from coming along with us." She shrugged at those words as if she didn't care, yet Rita could see from the girl's eyes that she was disappointed.

'That's something that I should try to investigate…' Rita thought, putting on a disappointed look due to the fact that the Golden Boy would not present in the latest scoop she planned to write… well… that was getting ahead of herself, she still wasn't sure if the natives in the countryside where Aisha lived would let her interview them or not. But a woman can hope, after all she had been through enough and her career was falling the past year since Hermione Granger blackmailed her. This may prove to be an opportunity to rescue her career…

No, not really, Rita shook her head, berating herself for being optimistic; she doubted Wizarding World would be interested in another backwater magical society living in their neighborhood, even if the Golden Boy took vacation there. It sounded unbelievable even to her that there would be another style of magic that remained hidden until now. Even the Eastern Magic style, which was notorious for being family arts not to be taught to outsiders, still made themselves known to Wizarding World nowadays for the benefit of trading and jobs.

'Perhaps my new article about a tour on this Professor's homeland will get nowhere but on The Quibbler…' The reporter sighed mentally. 'But then again, a job is still job, as long as it earns even a little money, who am I to complain? This girl still hasn't stated any terms for coming with her more than 'you come alone without anyone trailing or tracking you.''

Light expanding from the center of the room brought Rita's attention back to the present. Looking at the source, she saw that the runic circle drawn on the floor was glowing bright white with two of the… metallic spiders… that stood guard blinking their red 'eye' rapidly, emitting a strange language that she couldn't recognize in unison.

Turning to the Professor, Rita saw Aisha looking at the circle with a cold, calculating expression as she walked around her desk to closely inspect it for a full minute, conversing with the spider things in the same language they used. Nodding, she said something to those two spiders again before turning her attention to her and Kreacher, who still spared a glance at Rita now and then as if he feared she'd try to make a run from this room at any moment.

"Well, everything is prepared…" Aisha spoke in English for Rita and Kreacher to hear, then motioned towards the glowing circle. "Step in. please…"

Rita glared at the circle with hesitation, but once she saw that Aisha was glaring at her to hurry up, she sighed in defeat and stepped in with Kreacher in tow, Aisha following closely behind.

For a moment, nothing happening except for Aisha ramming her staff into the ground, making another set of circles and seals, both of which looked different and glowed purple to appear on top of the former. Her piercing purple eyes gazed upon the symbols with intense concentration as her form also glowing faint violet…

And then, just like what Rita Skeeter experienced when she used the Floo Network [2], everything around her went black, the only thing missing was the feeling of pressure enveloping, trying to crush her body from every direction, which isn't present in this trip at all. And before she could think any further, her vision came back again…

Rita suddenly finds herself staring at a vast body of water with no landmass in sight and the morning sun rising up from the horizon, the smell of salt carried by a breeze of wind, her instincts telling her that they're at the edge of an ocean. Looking to her side, she saw small concrete pier for docking ships with a large lighthouse in the distance constantly casting a ray of light out of the tower, warning the approaching ships of the landmass.

When the reporter looked behind, she found a staircase that led to a stone arch built in the middle of a dense row of trees that acted as a wall separating the inland from those who viewed it from shore. Lastly, she noticed that she was standing on some kind of metallic platform raised above the concrete ground engraved with symbols and a runic array similar in design to those she saw in Professor Aisha's quarters earlier, and of course, Aisha herself just to the left of the circular platform moving down to the pier, speaking in that strange language to the two four-legged metal spiders, which looked like the smaller ones she saw back at Aisha's room, except that these two were as big as fully grown Acromantula, currently blocking the way toward the stone arch as if they were guarding the entrance.

Moments later, the two giant Metal Spiders scurried away and opened a path towards the stair, although their red orbs still glared at the three newcomers with an emotionless stare, making both reporter and House Elf nervous. Well, Rita certainly felt so, as she pulled out her wand, gripping it tightly in her hand as if to remind herself that she could defend herself.

However, while Rita and Kreacher were intimidated by the 'giant metallic spiders,' Aisha was unfazed by the cold gazes, even turning to wave her hand and speak to them. "Miss Skeeter, Kreacher, please follow me. We're going to pay our respects to the deceased…" She paused a little, looking at the disbelief of Rita's face before continuing. "…Sorry for bothering you, but in my homeland, this's the week to pay respect to those who left the mortal plane. Quite the contrast to the week of happiness and new beginnings in your culture, isn't it?"

Aisha nodded in understanding despite that fact that neither had said anything. "If you don't wish to follow me, please wait here, and don't try anything funny. The guards…" She motioned towards the two giant metallic spiders that stood silently throughout the conversation without moving and inch or making the slightest sound. "They don't take that well… Ah, that reminds me…"

She tossed two earplugs towards the duo, quickly using her magic to make them levitate and land gently on their outstretched hands before speaking. "These are enchanted earplugs, they'll allow you to understand our language and the natives to understand yours… And Miss Skeeter, please put away your wand, I assure you personally that you won't need it during our trip."

Looking at the tiny old House Elf, Rita saw Kreacher shudder a little when he put that earplug into one bat-like ear of his before beginning to walk towards Aisha. As for Rita herself, although she didn't enjoy the idea of ruining a Christmas holiday by going into the graveyard, nor did she enjoy being bossed around by someone a decade younger than her, it was still better than staying on this pier with those two metal spiders as company. She plugged the thing Aisha gave her into her left ear, put her wand back into her pocket, and moved to join the two.

As expected, once they stood at the arch and looking inland without any foliage or trees blocking their sight, there were vast, flat green grasslands, with small dark shades of green on the horizon noting the edge of the area where the wall of trees stood as barrier, separating this place from the ocean surrounding this island.

On the ground, arranged in row and column as far as eyes can see, were hundreds of thousands of gravestones of similar design, a diamond shaped transparent blue crystal encased in the tombstone, carved with dozen of rows of strange letters Rita didn't recognize standing firmly on a marble tile. It was like a miniature city for the dead…

From the arch-like entrance was a stone road leading to the center of the island, a large monument, about five meters tall stood proudly. On top of it was a grey sculpture of angel, wings spread with a sword in his hand raised towards the sky. Surrounding the statue itself were six orbs of different colors; red, blue, green, yellow, white and black, all suspended with branch-like supports extending from the base of the statue, making it looks like tears flowing down from multicolor eyes.

At the base of the monument, three figures stood facing towards the entrance, two of them waving at them without saying a word, while the one at the center stood still, as if doing the same as her companions would taint the image of a proper lady like her.

When Aisha saw them, she waved and slowly walked towards them in silence, as if to pay respect to the place, prompting Rita Skeeter to adjust her glasses, trying to get a good look at them while following the girl…

She blinked in surprise at Aisha's greeting party.

Standing to the left, dressed in black from head to toe was a brown-skinned, tall, muscular man with long, messy black hair unlike that of Harry Potter, a distinguishing feature being his left hand, a menacing-looking metallic claw glowing with faint orange light at its joints. His orange eyes looked sharp and intimidating, complimented well with scars on his face and a large, menacing black sword strapped to his back.

To the right, Rita had to suppress a gasp at the sight of crimson eyes of a young man with spiky red hair that matched his eyes, donning a slightly-loose white and red shirt, hiding his build with black trousers that ended in steel-grey boots. His arms were crossed over his chest, observing both Rita and Kreacher with a curious yet cautious gaze. He also carried a sword as tall as himself as well… Was it a decoration for this ceremony or for practical use? All was up in the air, though.

The person in the center was one who, with her mere appearance alone, completely shattered all of Rita's complaints about a 'backwater country so backward that it had never heard of the Wizarding world' completely, if she still has any after seeing the elaborated architecture of the graveyard and observed the other two males of the welcoming party…

The person in question was a girl with small stature, about as small as Aisha, dressed in a white detached-sleeved ball gown with gold accents that matched her short white hair. Blue crystals adorned her forehead, coupled with blue facial marking just under her golden eyes, serving to increase the mysterious and majestic feel of her seemingly expressionless face. A feeling of a leader, something that she only felt on people like of Dumbledore!

No one said anything until Aisha's group was finally within arm's reach of the 'welcoming party,' then Aisha raised her hand in some form of salute towards the three, each who return the gesture. After that, it was the spiky redhead who spoke first, while the enchanted earplug translated the conversation for Kreacher and Rita to understand what they said in perfect English.

"Aisha, it's been a while… where's that kid you promised to bring along?"

Aisha scratched her head while replying with a red face, averting her gaze from the redhead's in… shame? Embarrassment? What was that expression on her face? "Sorry Elsword, he can't come here yet, his caretaker is quite protective, and when Eve told me that the Council required my presence today to discuss confidential matters, I didn't have time to ask him again…"

Rita raised an eyebrow at this, this means that this redhead and possibly another person called Eve knew Harry Potter despite Aisha's claims that only she ever ventured outside of their realm? What was their relationship with the Golden Boy? And what's the 'Council' thing Aisha was talking about? This had proved to be much more interesting than she first thought.

The redhead, Elsword, sighed while shaking his head and uncrossed his arms, a grim expression on his face when he heard the word 'Council', glancing at the reporter who seem to jump a bit at the sudden gaze, before returning to the conversation with the Defense Professor of Hogwarts "Well, we last saw him seven years ago. It hasn't even been a year since your re-appearance. If it were me, I'd be reluctant to take him away without the consent of his caretaker as well…"

Rita nearly snorted at that word, because the Dumbledore she knew was doing anything but taking care of the Boy Who Lived directly. But given that, even now the Wizarding World still has yet to know where the boy in question lived when away from Hogwarts [3], and this was only an assumption without any evidence backing it up…

Before Aisha could reply, the silent raven-haired man interrupted them. "We can hear your story later, everyone else came here yesterday while three of us postponed it to pick you up… and the meeting is scheduled three hours from now…"

"That's plenty of time, Raven…" Aisha chided the man with the claw-arm, before glancing to the side where Rita and Kreacher stood, more specifically Kreacher "…Enough time to get something for him to wear, no, rather…" She corrected herself. "Enough time for Rena to convince him to wear something better than those rags. I think she may be the only one who can do that."

Even if the three has any doubts in mind, they didn't show it, except for the white haired girl who simply nodded and turned back towards the monument, prompting the other to follow suit as the reporter and the House Elf backed away from them to give them some privacy.

Once four of the natives lined up, they knelt down on one knee, right hand poised straight to the ground while their left balled into a fist and crossed rover their chest, lowering their heads and closing their eyes, paying respect toward those who forever rest here… Even the two foreigners didn't dare to disturb their silent prayers.

A minute of silent passed before the four stood up and bowed towards the monument for the last time and began walking back towards the entrance, passing by Kreacher and Rita without a word, forcing them to follow along out of fear of being left behind on an island in the middle of ocean. Yet the two of them were smart enough to realize that this must be some kind of custom practiced in this land, and breaking that custom for the sake of convenience wasn't a bright thing to do.

It was only until they were back to the platform that Aisha and her group had appeared on earlier that the group stopped walking. Aisha then turned back toward her two tagalongs and apologized, which confirmed their theory about the native's customs. "Sorry for not talking to you earlier, but it is our custom to not speak until we have left the graveyard to respect towards the dead."

Kreacher nodded and repeatedly said that he understood while Rita just shrugged. "I'm not stupid Miss… I know where to draw a line. Speaking of which…" she grinned while motioning at other three members of the group. "Mind giving me some introductions?"

Aisha ignored Rita's request to politely greet the white haired girl who didn't speak at all until now. "Ghale Alteria, Your Majesty, I never expected you to come to greet me in person. On that note, I should've thank you for assisting me in the transportation earlier. Please forgive me for not following the protocol…"

The white haired girl gave Aisha a blank look, before her lips curled into a smile as she brought her hand up to her mouth to cover her giggle while the two males accompanying her shook their heads. "Oh my… You shouldn't concern yourself with such customs when we're not in public. I thought that you stopped doing this years ago. Or is it because of these two interesting guests you've brought along?"

Rita froze on the spot as the white haired girl who seemed to be royalty appeared in front of her in an instant, both hands folded behind her back. Golden eyes glanced at the reporter, taking in all the details, from the green robe she wore to her glasses and hair before commenting "Quite strange attire, even by your population's standards… but who am I to judge?"

Raven coughed a couple of times, gaining the attention of everyone and spoke to Aisha. "Aisha, you said earlier that you needed time to change his clothes before the meeting, right?" He pointed at the House Elf who tried, and failed, to make himself as scarce and insignificant as possible amongst the group.

Aisha nodded and replied. "Yes, I nearly forgot about that. Thanks Raven." She pulled out her metal staff and rammed it on the platform, creating a purple magic circle that encompassed everyone there in preparation of a transportation spell.

Before she could concentrate and plot the destination, the spell suddenly dispersed as Aisha, who cancelled the spell, turned towards the white haired royalty and asked, inadvertently (or perhaps intentionally, Rita and Kreacher were not sure) introducing the girl for her two visitors. "Wait a minute, Eve, since you're here, may I ask you why the Council requires my presence? On the week of mourning no less…"

Eve, Elsword and Raven glanced at each other with grim expressions on their faces before the white haired royal looked at Aisha with pity in her eyes, relaying a message that will make Aisha twitch with annoyance at the thought of many train wrecks coming at her, not only from the Elrios government, but from both the woman in green who's listening in on this conversation as well…

"The Council of Elrios has been made known of your discovery of the Wizarding community and how you're spending your vacation amongst them. As you're the former Magus General of the Elrios Coalition Armed Force; they require your presence for a first-hand observation report, and your opinion on Elrios' next actions regarding first contact."

Author's Note

[1] Voldemort used it in the Movie, watch the scene where he stole Elder Wand from Dumbledore's grave.

[2] There's no indication that Rita Skeeter ever used Apparition, after all, why she need to transform into bug to stalk people when you can just teleport around, presumably into hard-to-reach hiding place or inside Invisible Cloak?

[3] This was implied in the canon, else how come no Wizards or Witches ever find Harry's house at all until final book?

And I just left it a cliff hanger again…

At first I want to include some scene in this chapter, but when I think back again, I decided to drop it. Because as I said in the last Author note; I'm not sure about Accelerator Expy even now, perhaps he will never appear at all…

And lastly, if anyone don't object, I will have Umbridge summon Angkor and make contract with him and become Void Princess of HP verse...

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Perhap I'll rethink about it... still plenty of time, summoning scene will not occur for the next chapter anyway... it turn out there is so many things to write about, much more than I originally thought in a plot...

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