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Thank you all for those who have reviewed. I am sorry that it has taken so long to update this chapter, but real life must come first. I will try and update the chapters sooner, but I'm not promising on it right now.
Update Note: The meeting between Harry and Suzuka has been changed. Since I didn't really have a good reason for the girl to be there in the first place, it has been changed to a brief meeting between Harry and one of his two old caretakers.
So without further ado, here is the next chapter. I hope you all enjoy it.
Chapter Story Word Count (Not including A/N or Previous): 10,987
Key:
"Talking" – 'Thinking'
"Using Spell" – [Device Spell using]
{Mage Mind Link} – [Device Talking]
Previously:
However, at that same time in the Defence Office.
Volemort wasn't please one little bit, since the previous year Quirrell, who was once had a large and somewhat powerful core, now had a magical core that was only a third of its original size.
Something was draining his magic away fast then he could refill it naturally, or with the unicorn blood.
The Dark Lord has had enough, he still needs the man to get him the stone, but he won't be able to hold the connection between them much longer if his core drops anymore.
Having searched through his body, he found the draining was coming from a link that felt very familiar. But he couldn't pinpoint where he had felt it both, whatever it was, it now had to stop or he plans would be ruined.
Getting his puppet to put his wand against the dark mark, to which the Dark Lord made the channel so what he was about to cast, would travel through it and ever damage or destroy was it was connect to the core that is draining his magic away.
"Crucio"
With the two being the only ones left in the room, James showed no emotion as he looked at the boy before him. One who was practically defenceless, as he couldn't dodge while stuck in that chair, plus he hardly knew any spells.
"Why don't we cut straight to the chase?" The man said leaning against his desk, looking directly at the boy. "Harrison Evans…or should I say, Harry Potter."
"Harry Potter?" the boy asked confused, playing the role of an idiot. "Who's that? I thought your son's name was Michael Potter."
The professor's eye twitched slightly as the boy said this, he knew exactly what he was trying to do. After all, being a Marauder, James had attempted this stunt many times in the past.
Taking a breath, he moved off his desk, standing tall over the boy. "You know very well what I am talking about, boy."
Harry couldn't stop himself from flinching. 'Boy'. The one of the words that his uncle had always called him, right before he was either going to be punished or when he was threatening him to do something.
"I'm sorry sir, but I d-don't know what you are talking about." He replied back, not looking the professor in the eye.
James narrowed his eyes. "Is that so, then tell me," He said with a calm look. "What was your mother's name?"
"I don't see how this is relevant." Harry counted, avoiding the question. But James was having none of that.
"Answer the question now, or I will put you in detention for the rest of the month!"
Slowly moving his chair back, the Harry replied hesitantly. "Lillian Evans."
"You mean Lily Potter."
"No sir, my mother's name was Lillian Evans." Harry stated.
"Her name was Lily Potter, like you are Harry Potter!" James growled, swinging his wand madly. "Now you are going to listen to me and you will listen good."
Seeing a dark look building in the man's eye he wheel his chair around to face the door. "It's nearing dinner, sir." He replied to the man "I should…"
"Don't you dare, turn your back on ME when I am talking to you!"
Harry's chair seemed to have gained a mind of its own in those few seconds as it froze in place, before forcefully spinning around and wheeling itself until it stopped right before the professor. A professor who had a furious look on his face, holding his wand out.
The boy felt his pulse racing as the man held his wand at the boy's face. Before he could try and say anything to attempt to leave, he felt a sudden beat at his heart. Not like the previous ones that had occurred.
"Now…"
Vita wasn't liking this one little bit, she had notified the other three guardians and they were already on their way. The only reason why she hasn't bashed down the door with Graf Eisen was the fact of those present.
First you had the boy-who-lived, Michael Potter, who had a smug look on his face as he watched the classroom door. As if he knew what was happening, as well as the outcome that will happen when the door opens.
Then you have his step-brother, Neville Longbottom, and the redhead weasel, Weasley, along with four to five other Slytherin groupies or followers of the Boy-Who-Lived. All whispering and snickering among each other.
Finally, you had a small group of three Hufflepuff hanging around for no reason, they were led by Smith, who had an arrogant smirk on his face. A smirk that she wished to wipe from his face.
"What is going on here?"
All eyes were brought to where the pink-haired Discipline Head was heading in their direction, by her side was the blue wolf with the blonde Muggle Studies Professor on her other side.
"Well?" she asked looking around. "Class ended ten minutes ago, why are all of you hanging around outside this classroom for? I know for a fact clubs don't startup until next week."
Looking around the hallway, no one gave an outright reply as all she heard was muttering.
"I'm just waiting for Harry," Vita replied as the students looked at her. Signum got the message. "This lot, however, I don't know why there waiting." She added, signalling at two separate Slytherin and Hufflepuff groups present.
Signum nodded her head "Well then, seeing as none of you lot need to be handing around her, I'll ask that you move on now." She told them, but was met with complaint "Apart from Vita, do any of you have any reason to be here?"
Looking around, non from either group replied. Vita was slightly surprised that Michael didn't try and say he was waiting to see his father.
"If that is the case, I'll ask again that you all move on."
As all eyes were on the pink-haired discipline head, they hadn't noticed the Muggle Studies teacher move towards the classroom door. A mind-link with Vita had informed Shamal that it had been locked magically.
With her back facing the door, as she was looking at the two groups of students, she placed her ring device, Klarwind, against the door. Feeling a buzz on her finger, signalled the door was unlocked magically and physically.
A slight nod towards Signum caused the pink-haired knight to say.
"This is you last warning, if I have to tell you all to move on again. Then it will be a detention."
A stampede of feet echoed down the hall, the two groups had instantly moved to get out of there, not wanting detention with all the rumours that have been spread about it in this starting week alone.
Once they were gone, the four guardians had wordlessly turned towards the classroom door.
A scream of pain echoed from the other side of the door, Shamal had to drop the tome in shock as it acted out violently with sparks coming off it.
In pure instinct alone, Vita had summoned Graf Eisen to its hammer form and smashed it right against the door. Knocking it clean from its hinges and straight across the room.
In doing so, it collided with an unprepared James Potter, who was shocked at how the boy had grabbed his chest and started crying out in pain. The door knocked the man over his desk and knocked him unconscious.
Though the guardians didn't pay attention to that detail, as they were at their master's side.
The boy was on the ground, his wheelchair having been tipped sideways, curled in a boy as his hand was clutched against his chest in pain.
Shamal held Klarwind before her, the Belka Triangle seal appearing beneath her feet as she casted healing spells on the boy. But it wasn't working, casting a diagnostic spell, she discovered it wasn't being caused by the book.
No, it was being caused by the leach.
"That needs to go now," Shamal stated as she held out, causing the book to appear before her. Opening it to a page that was blank, she pointed it at her master's forehead. "I'm sorry master, but this will hurt." She said softly as their master had cried out in pain.
The scar on the boy's forehead tore open, causing black smoke to emerge.
The guardians saw a face of a man screaming out in pain as his eyes were clamped shut, menacing hissing. The book released a pulse of magic, one that destroyed whatever the smoke was, but left the magic to be absorbed.
The magic absorbed had filled up to a total of six pages, bring the total number of pages filled to fifteen.
But that was only a slight good note, along with the parasite now gone from their master's head.
However, the bad side of it was stronger. The guardians could do nothing as their master had all the nightmares and horrible memories of his life appear across his eyes like he was leaving them over again. An aftereffect from the parasite being removed.
Slowly, the cries of pain had calmed down into whimpers. His body was still twitching, whatever had happened to him was effecting his body badly.
"Oh dear."
Facing the doorway, Headmaster Dumbledore was standing there with blinking eyes. At the fact that James was knocked out with the classroom door on him, then from seeing how the book had removed some dark residue from the boy's head.
"I believe we need to talk."
Quirinus Quirrell was on the ground in his office, whimpering in pain as he was grasping the arm that had the dark mark on. To begin with it was fine, the spell channelled through and hit whatever it was that was draining their magic.
It did its job, Voldemort could feel the target being hit. Then it went wrong.
The connection was broken, a good thing, but broken in a way that had somehow inflicted tremendous pain upon the Dark Lord's spirit. Due to being bound to Quirrel, the DADA professor also felt the inflicted pain.
To make it worse, the Dark Lord didn't tell Quirrell to stop the unforgivable. So when the connection broke, the mind controlled professor had crucio himself.
Luckily, when he hit the ground, his wand was knocked out of his hand. This caused the continued pain to stop, leaving the professor already on the ground with the damage done.
Voldemort, meanwhile, was seething and panicking.
Seething because this idiot must have screwed up somehow, causing them to be hurt. But panicking because for a brief moment he felt as if a part of him was destroyed, they couldn't be possible since he was sure his five current Horcruxes were securely hidden.
Weren't they?
Controlling the idiot's body again, he forced the professor to his feet. Once everyone had gone down to dinner, they were going to make a trip to the Forbidden Forest.
Young Harry was moved in the hospital wing, placed under the care of Madam Poppy, who moved to cast most to nearly all soothing charms she knew onto the boy's body. James Potter was also there, but the man was still unconscious.
Meanwhile, silence had filled the Headmaster's office.
On one side you had the four Wolkenritter, including Zafira in human form, seated in front of the head desk.
On the other side, seated behind the head desk, you had Albus Dumbledore. Also present was Fawkes, seated on his perch, and the Sorting Hat, that lay on top of one of the bookcases. Though neither of them was part of this coming conversation.
Deciding to start off the meeting, the headmaster spoke first asking the main question. "Who are you?" he asked the four, looking between each of them.
The knights seemed to look between one another, debating what should be said.
"Before we answer that, we need you to swear a promise. A promise, that what we reveal will not leave this office?" Signum asked, not full knowing if the wizarding world has ever heard of the book. "If you can, then we the Wolkenritter will answer what we can. Though there will be something's that will have to remain quite."
Albus was silent as he looked at them. After a bit, he pulled his wand out and held it to his chest, right over his heart.
"I, Albus Dumbledore, do hear by swear on a word of silence that I shall not be able to reveal what is spoken in this office, until the day Harrison Evans graduates. Unless I am given permission from any of the 'Wolkenritter' or Harrison Evans, or the person already knows who you are. So say I, so mote it."
Taking a breath, the headmaster leaned back in this chair as the oath took place, glad that it was simply a 'Word of Silence' oath, instead of an 'On my Magic' oath.
The difference between the two was big, as an 'On my Magic' oath means if it is broken, then he would lose his magic. This kind of oath was used while on trial, or if needing to prove that what you saw or did was true.
A 'Word of Silence' oath was a more secret keeper, the oath means. If he tried to mention anything that is going to be said in this office, to one who he wasn't allowed to tell or didn't know already, then his voice would speak nonsense, anything but the truth.
The oath would only wear off when young Mr. Evans graduates as stated in the oath.
The blonde haired knight nodded her head towards the others, as she was the one who is the most up-to-date, let them know what the oath he took implies.
"Since this conversation is more than likely, going to be two-sided, may I request your word in silence until I allow you to speak of it to others?" The headmaster asked, knowing that they would most likely have questions for him.
It took a few minutes, but the knights had given the headmaster their word not to reveal anything told, unless it puts their master into harm's way. This the headmaster agreed to.
Clearing her throat, Signum asked as she held the item in question in her hands. "Have you ever heard, of an item call the Book of Darkness?"
They watched as the headmaster seemed to go into thought, before shaking his head to their relief. Hopeful it meant that the tomes name and reputation hadn't reached the ears of the magical community of Earth.
Shamal held her hand out in front of herself, the headmaster had to blink as an old brown tome appeared before them.
"Before we talk about this, book." The headmaster spoke looking at them. "Could you answer my previous question, who are you?"
A nod of understanding greeted him, as they each introduced themselves, one by one.
"My name is Signum, but because of the book, I am otherwise known as the Knight of the Sword." The pink haired woman introduced.
She was followed by the ten-year-old girl. "Knight of the Iron Hammer, Vita. That is the title I have."
"I am the Shielding Guardian Beast, Zafira." The only male of the guardians spoke firmly.
"I am Shamal, the Knight of the Lake." The blonde-haired woman had finished the introduction before she continued. "We awaken from the books, Guardian Knight System, our existence and purpose is to serve and protect our master. Also, we are to collect the required magic to fill all six hundred and sixty-six pages."
Taking this information in, as well as noting it down, the headmaster sat in slight thought.
"I presume that the 'Book of Darkness' isn't its official or original title." He asked them.
"That would be correct. Its real name was known as the 'Tome of the Night Sky'." Shamal explained as she looked at the book. "The origins of the Book are unknown. Because, from what I remember. Those who researched or studied the book had presumed that it was created before the Warring Age of Belka, while other believed it was made during the Warring Ages to aid them."
"Do you know when it was created?" A curious headmaster asked as he watched the book float around the room like it was observing. There were many questions in his head, some to do with the book, others to do with this Belka era.
"I was the fourth guardian added," Shamal replied as she briefly remembered bits and pieces of her past life. "By that point, the book had been present for nearly three hundred years and the Warring Age was coming to an end."
Turning his attention towards the redhead, the girl in turn shook her head.
"Don't look at me, I was the third added." Vita told them, as she looked at the roof of the office. "From what I remember, the book had been around for nearly a hundred or so years."
Signum bit her lip, in thought. "I believe I may have been one of the first to been added to the book, but even then the book was in the hands of its second master during the warring age."
"I don't remember anything before the book, or how I joined it," Zafira spoke simply. Unlike the others, he wasn't officially a human. From what the Guardian Beast believes, he may have been the creator's pet, but that was all he could think of right now.
The headmaster took this information in. "May I ask what the purpose of the tome is?"
"A fair question," Shamal replied. "From what all four of us can remember, is the fact the book was a storehouse for stolen knowledge and spells, with the book being controlled by the will of the Book of Darkness."
'Will?' Albus thought as that bit of information had caught his attention.
"But whatever its main purpose was, well…" choosing her words wisely, she continued. "Its true purpose was lost within history as an event occurred that changed the purpose and the name of the tome to be known as the Book of Darkness."
The headmaster was about to ask another question, but stopped himself. "I'm sorry this conversation is becoming one-sided," he said to be fair, sitting up, "Do you have any questions for me?"
There was only one question they wanted to ask, it was the one that the headmaster was waiting for.
"What was that thing in his scar?"
Leaning back in his seat, the headmaster asked them. "Do any of you know what a Horcrux is?"
His response was met with a shake of heads, none had ever heard of the term before.
"To explain this, I will need to see a certain memory." He informed them, rising from his seat. In his mind, the headmaster knew he was taking a risk by revealing this information. But after what happened, they might be able to help.
The knights watched as the headmaster had walked across the office, pulling open a black cabinet door, where the source of a sliver of silver-white light was shining brightly.
Albus pulled out a shallow stone basin lay there, with odd carvings around the edge: runes and symbols that wasn't fully recognisable to the guardians. The silvery light was coming from the basin's contents, which were like nothing they had ever seen before, it was hard to tell whether the substance was liquid or gas.
It was bright, whitish silver, and it was moving ceaselessly. The surface of it became ruffled like water beneath wind, and then, like clouds, separated and swirled smoothly. It looked like light made liquid - or like wind made solid - one couldn't make up their mind.
Placing the basin on the desk, the headmaster walked over to the side where he pulled out a vile. Once that was holding what look like silver worms. Standing before the basin, he opened the vial and poured it into the basin.
The knights watched as the surface of the silvery stuff inside the basin began to swirl very fast.
Looking closer, they noticed that the silvery substance had become transparent, almost like glass. They looked down into it expecting to see the stone bottom of the basin, but instead saw what looked like a classroom, the kind here at Hogwarts.
"Now then, if you will please touch the surface of the liquid," Albus asked them.
Looking between one another, the four reached out. The tip of their figures touched the strange substance into which they were staring.
Dumbledore's office gave an almighty lurch, the four were thrown forward and pitched headfirst into the substance inside the basin…but their heads did not hit the stone bottom. They were falling through something icy-cold and black, it was like being sucked into a dark whirlpool.
Suddenly, they found themselves standing in a very old-fashioned Hogwarts classroom. Sitting around the table was a rather large professor, along with a group of Slytherin boys.
Strangely, it was like the four were ghosts as none in the room took notice of them.
"This memory was from fifty years ago."
To their side, it seemed that Albus had also entered the basin. He was looking at the scene with a far off look in his eyes.
He indicated the two people who were important from this memory. One being Tom Riddle Jr., when he was a student, and the other being Professor Slughorn, when he was teaching Potions.
Dumbledore seemed to fast forward part of the memory, they watched as the meeting came to an end and, one by one, the boys had filed out of the room. It continued to the point where it was only Riddle and Slughorn.
"Here we are, this is the bit I wish to show you," Dumbledore told the four, as he placed the memory. "This should answer the asked question."
"Sir, I wondered what you know about…about Horcruxes?" Riddle had asked. A question that had Slughorn stared at him, the professor's thick ringers absentmindedly clawing the stem of his wine glass.
"Project for Defence Against the Dark Arts, is it?"
Thought to anyone watching, they could clearly tell that Slughorn knew perfectly well that this was not schoolwork, or anything related to the class.
"Not exactly, sir," Riddle spoke as he stood by the fireplace, looking at the blazing flame. "I came across the term while reading and I didn't fully understand it."
"No…well…you'd be hard-pushed to find a book at Hogwarts that'll give you details on Horcruxes, Tom, that's very Dark stuff, very Dark indeed." Slughorn replied, hoping the young lad would drop the subject.
Riddle, however, pushed on. "But you obviously know all about them, sir? I mean, a wizard like you…sorry, I mean, if you can't tell me, obviously…I just knew if anyone could tell me, you could…so I just thought I'd…"
Watching the scene, Signum had to admit the boy was doing a good just a manipulating the situation. Watching as he was using the hesitancy, as well as the casual tone and the careful flattery, none of which was overdone.
The boy seemed to have had much experience when it came to wheedle information out of reluctant people. She could easily tell that Riddle wanted the information very, very much.
Perhaps, the boy had been working toward this moment for weeks.
"Well," Slughorn spoke hesitantly, not looking at Riddle, but fiddling with the ribbon on top of his box of crystallized pineapple. "Well, it can't hurt to give you an overview, of course. Just so that you understand the term. A Horcrux is the word used for an object in which a per-son has concealed part of their soul."
"I don't quite understand how that works, though, sir." Riddle spoke, looking at the old potion professor. His voice was carefully controlled, but the guardians could sense his excitement.
"Well, you split your soul, you see," Slughorn explained, "and hide part of it in an object outside the body. Then, even if one's body is attacked or destroyed, one cannot die, for part of the soul remains earthbound and undamaged. But of course, existence in such a form.…" Slughorn's face crumpled before he continued. "…few would want it, Tom, very few. Death would be preferable."
But Riddle's hunger was now apparent. His expression was greedy, it could be noted that he could no longer hide his longing. "How do you split your soul?"
"Well," Slughorn spoke uncomfortably, "you must understand that the soul is supposed to remain intact and whole. Splitting n it I an act of violation, it is against nature."
"But how do you do it?" Riddle pushed.
"By an act of evil…the supreme act of evil. By committing murder. Killing rips the soul apart. The wizard intent upon creating a Horcrux would use the damage to his advantage: He would encase the torn portion…"
"Encase? But how…"
"There is a spell, do not ask me, I don't know!" Slughorn interrupted shaking his head like an old elephant bothered by mosquitoes. "Do I look as though I have tried it? Do I look like a killer?"
"No, sir, of course not," Riddle quickly said. "I'm sorry…I didn't mean to offend…"
"Not at all, not at all, not offended." Slughorn spoke gruffly, clearly stated that he was. "It is natural to feel some curiosity about these things…wizards of a certain calibre have always been drawn to that aspect of magic…"
"Yes, sir," Riddle said. "What I don't understand, though…just out of curiosity…I mean, would one Horcrux be much use? Can you only split your soul once? Wouldn't it be better, make you stronger, to have your soul in more pieces, I mean, for instance, isn't seven the most powerfully magical number, wouldn't seven…"
"Merlin's beard, Tom!" Slughorn yelped, looking at the lad in disbelief. "Seven! Isn't it bad enough to think of killing one person? And in any case…bad enough to divide the soul…but to rip it into seven pieces…"
Slughorn looked deeply troubled now. The man was gazing at Riddle as though he had never seen him plainly before, and it could be told that he was regretting entering into this conversation at all.
"Of course," the professor muttered, slightly unnerved. "This is all hypothetical, what we're discussing, isn't it? All academic…"
"Yes, sir, of course. It's just a hypothetical question." Riddle quickly replied, as he turned to leave the room.
With that final sentence, the memory had come to an end.
Their group felt themselves rising into the air. The room dissolved around them and for a moment, all was blackness.
Then they felt as though they had done a slow-motion somersault, suddenly landing flat on their feet, in what seemed like the dazzling light of Dumbledore's sunlit office.
Each of the knights looked slightly out of it, but Shamal looked the most disgusted about all of this. "So that leach in his head was…"
"Yes, a piece of Tom's soul." The headmaster replied, signalling back to their seats. "A year ago, I rechecked Michael Potter's scar and found that the dark residue was gone. Signalling that he had been hit was a backlash of magic that night."
"And Harry?" Signum asked, knowing they had never once seen the headmaster.
Albus shook his head. "I never knew of you until I brought your letters, so I believed that he was still under the 'Blood-Ward' that James has set up. So I couldn't visit and check. But now…" he let out a sigh of relief. "It's destroyed and gone for good."
"Professor Dumbledore, I must ask," Vita spoke up, once they were seated again. "Did Slughorn really give you that memory? Like the way he looked, it would make more sense to give you a fake to cover it up."
Albus smiled and nodded. "You are indeed correct."
Leaning back in his seat, the headmaster looked up at the ceiling. It was clear that the memory had brought a lot of thoughts to his mind.
"At first I didn't realise." He told them. "After that Halloween night, I knew he wasn't dead since there was no body found at the scene. But the question I kept asking myself was how? How would he have survived that attack?" This was the question asked.
For example, the knights were a symbol of this, they could come back to life with ever new master. However, they were bound to the book. There for their existence is unlimited as long as the book is around and active.
"Then came the night that Harry was abandoned at the Dursley's." Dumbledore continued, a scowl formed across his face. "After that confrontation, I was so angry that I ended up having a drink with Slughorn to calm down. Among our discussion, I asked that question."
Rising from his seat, the headmaster had picked up the basin up and put it back into the cabinet and closed the doors.
"Naturally, his face became slightly panicked." He added, walking back over to the table. "When I began to question him, it took a bit before he gave me a memory. However, this memory was a fake as it ended with the man shouting at Tom to leave his office."
"Then how did you get the proper memory?" Shamal asked as the headmaster was seated back in his chair.
The old man sighed. "I admit, when I found out it was a fake, I was angry at the man." He admitted, looking at his desk. "I ended up arguing him down to the point that he finally broke down, giving me the proper memory. From which I spent the following seven years of free time that I had looked for any and all pieces of information I could get my hands on.
"The last thing I wanted was for him to come back, so I searched and researched every area of a Horcrux. From the memories I could occur around Tom's life, I believe he had already created three before that Halloween night…but I am not one hundred percent sure." He admitted. "But I was going to make sure that he never returned."
Silence fell among the office, allowing them to process what was told.
"What does happen, when the soul is split?" Zafira asked, breaking the silence.
Thinking on how to answer this question, the headmaster summoned seven random items to his desk. "From the research I could get my hands on, I now understand why Slughorn was so panic when Tom asked about splitting it seven times."
He referred to the items on his desk.
"By splitting his sole the first time," he started, pointing to the first item. "Half of your soul will go into the item, however, yourself will only be left with half a soul." He stated.
Then he signalled to the other items.
"After the second you would be left with a fourth. A third will leave you with an eighth, a fourth is a sixteenth, a fifth leaves a thirty-two, and the sixth is sixty-fourth is what is left of your soul…"
"Then a seventh item, despite being the strongest magical number, would leave you with only a one hundred and twenty-eighth piece of a fragmented soul," Signum added on. "Meaning, you should not have any sense left as you are practically a berserker. Nothing more than pure insanity." Signum finished.
The headmaster nodded his head in agreement.
"Isn't there any way of putting yourself back together?" Vita asked, not believing someone was so willing to drive them that far into insanity just for immortality.
Albus nodded his head. "Yes, there was mentions of that. But it would be excruciatingly painful."
"Why? How do you do it?" The young redhead asked.
"Remorse." Was the bare response. "You've got to really feel what you've done. However, the pain of it can destroy you. Giving his life when he was young, I can't see Voldemort attempting it somehow?"
"Then how many, did he make?" Shamal asked the key question.
"Now that my dear is a mystery." The headmaster replied. The meeting moved on with him asking them a few more questions about the book.
The questions they didn't answer fell along those about the will of the book, why magic was required to fill the pages of the book, and where they get the magic from.
Opening his eyes weakly, the boy blinked as he was looking up at a pure white ceiling.
He tried to push himself up, but winced in pain as his body was hurting him.
Looking around, he was surprised to see that he was in the Hospital Wing. Closing his eyes, Harry tried to remember what had happened to put him in this position.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, Mr. Evans."
Turning his head, he found the source of the voice. Heading over to his bed was the school healer, Madam Poppy Pomfrey.
Once she reached his bedside, she pulled out her wand and cast a diagnostic charm, checking the boy's body to see if there were any problems after what had happened.
"Hmm…you were quiet luck." She informed him, as she put her wand away. "Whatever Madam Evans cast, seemed to have soothed whatever it was that was shocking your body."
The boy blinked as he looked around.
"What happened?" he asked.
It was a familiar voice that replied. "Professor Potter had done something to scare you," Shamal told them, as she had entered the wing just a few minutes ago. "Your magic had accidentally lashed out at him."
"I see." He replied, though seeing the look in Shamal's eye, he knew that was more to it.
Looking to where her eyes were signalling, looking over, the familiar body of James Potter was lying in one of the hospital beds still unconscious. This wasn't going to end well for the boy in the long run.
Madam Pomfrey missed it the silent interacting as she collected some potions. "I'm going to be keeping you here for today, just to make sure there are no after-effects."
During the day Vita, Signum, and Zafira did visit him, as well as Potter and Longbottom, who had visited the older Potter.
Like that, the rest of the Saturday had passed with young Harrison under the care of Shamal and her healing abilities, which did in turn slightly insult Madam Pomfrey, who was the matron at Hogwarts.
Though it was sorted out, when the matron had to give him the wizarding vaccines he should have got on Friday. There were about five different medications that he had to take, which in turn didn't take long for her inject the vaccines into him.
Shamal had informed him of the rumours flying around since some students did hear the cry of pain before it went silent. With a Hufflepuff in the Hospital Wing, as well as a professor, the rumours consisted of multiple things.
From something attacking them, to the student attacking the professor.
Yes, student attacking the professor. As a downside to these rumours was the fact that in most of them, Professor Potter wasn't a bad guy. No, for some reason, Harry was the bad guy who did something to try and get Professor Potter in trouble.
However, with some help from the headmaster, as well as the head demon of tortures…I mean Signum as Discipline Head. These rumours were stopped before they could even begin. The pureblood that started the rumours is now in detention for a month.
When Harry entered the Hufflepuff Common Room on Sunday morning, before breakfast, he was met with two sides.
First were those that were actually concerned for what happened to the boy and fellow housemate.
This area fell mostly to the Muggle-Born and Half-Bloods, who grew up in the Muggle world. There was, of course, a few pureblood as well, but not a lot of them.
As more of the pureblood and Half-Bloods, who grew up in the wizarding world, still believed in those now stopped 'rumours' and believed Evans was the one who did something.
The reason for this was because they had looked up the Lord James Potter. He who the fact he was not only a lord of an Ancient and Most Noble House, but he was also the father of the boy-who-lived, their saviour.
So there was some tension between the two groups.
It was Jason who had got Harry up-to-date with what to place over the weekend, with Vita sitting close by his side. The boy was telling him about the rumours that had spread.
It didn't take long before the boy had moved on into his dorm, following his morning routine of cleaning up and getting changed. Once cleaned up, he re-joined Vita and Justin in the common room before head on up to the Great Hall.
Smith and his group wasn't that far behind. It was easy to hear the whispers that were going on behind his back, Vita looked as if she was going to attack, but Harry told her not to.
Upon entering the hall, the whispers and look intensified as the boy in his wheelchair moved himself over to his table, breakfast appearing before them.
As he started to eat, the boy could feel people glaring at his back. Harry didn't need to be told why this was so, as it was clear from the fact that James Potter was absent from the Head Table.
After all, the boy has seen Professor Potter being placed on probation by the headmaster while they were in the Hospital Week. He was no doubt just fixing his classroom door, be he knew it was going to be slightly harder now since he's become a target…once the review ends.
"Anyway, what was the other piece of news you wanted to tell me?" Harry asked, trying block out the glares and whisperers as he turned his head from the head table and back over at Justin.
The boy didn't reply. Instead, he pointed over at the hall entrance.
Looking in the direction, he saw Malfoy, backed by Crabbe and Goyle, who was once again arguing with Potter, who was backed by Longbottom, the young male Weasley, and the Weasley twins. Nothing different…hold on.
Looking back at the scene, he was right, the Weasley twins were with Potter's group, which was something they had never done before. Looking closer, he saw why.
Potter, Longbottom, and Weasley were wearing the Gryffindor red robes while Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were wearing the Slytherin green robes.
"How?" Harry asked, looking back at his housemates.
It was Wayne Hopkins who responded. "Apparently there was a bylaw in the Sorting Guidelines." Looking at the arguing group that instantly separated when Signum appeared. "The bylaw states, the sorting hat can be overruled if ALL twelve of the Hogwarts Board of Governors, and ALL four Heads of Houses agree on it."
That was understandable. Lucius Malfoy and James Potter were both on the board, plus Snape and Potter would agree on this to get the three out of their own house and into the others.
Harry didn't know why, but a part of him now slightly feared that the two groups were no in the house that they wanted.
So it went on, unlike their first week, the rest of the month was slightly different as part of Harry's body was slightly stiff. The after effects of what had happened was still lingering around, but that should calm down soon enough according to Shamal.
It seemed it was also right about the two groups.
The trio now in Gryffindor was known as the Golden Trio. Walking, no, strutting around the hallways like they own the place, the worst part was the fact that students actuary moved out of the way for them.
Though it was also a slight relief, since, in Potions, Professor Snape has no set his constant target is on the Golden Trio. Making snarky comments here and there about the Potter family and their arrogance. As well as failing them for little mistakes.
Though the two Evans weren't fully free of the rude comments, but compared to the ones the trio got, they were easy to ignore.
After class, the Golden Trio, along with a group of Gryffindor's, had tried to corner Harry and Vita about what happened on Friday, as well as to hand Zafira over to him. Though it was cut dead when Snape emerged and gave them all detention.
Though it didn't help that Harry still could see Smith at times talking with Michael, indicating at him.
With the trio now in Slytherin, it was the Silver Prince and his followers.
Like the Golden Trio, they also strutted around the hallways. Only they were slightly worse, due to Malfoy's fathers place near the minister, the boy was able to round groups of Slytherin to target those they call, 'mudbloods'.
Snape simply turned a blind eye to all of this as he walks pass, seeing nothing wrong with what they are doing. The man only seems to berate them is if they are caught by Discipline Head Evans.
Also like the Golden Trio, the Silver Prince, along with a group of Slytherin's, had tried to corner Harry after Defence Against the Dark Arts. Malfoy was trying to make the 'mudblood' see that a 'wolf' belongs to a 'respected pureblood', not a 'mudblood' like him.
Though it was cut dead when they saw Signum heading in the directions, as she was doing her rounds around the hallways.
Other than the annoyance of those two groups, the rest of the month just went on, going to class and getting the homework that they need to do, finished. On Thursday, a sign appeared on the notice board in the common rooms.
Flying Classes
Thursday Period One – 09:00 a.m. – 11:55 a.m.
Gryffindor and Slytherin
Thursday Period Two – 01:10 p.m. – 03:00 p.m.
Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff
Class will take place out on the Quidditch pitch, they will be held by Madam Hooch.
HOWEVER, our old brooms have been marked as hazardous and have been disposed of. Therefore, flying lessons have been pushed back to the start of October, due to it will take a month to collect our new brooms.
Because of this your first flying lessons shall be held on Saturday 5, October instead of a Thursday, it will be held on the Quidditch pitch from ten in the morning to five in the afternoon. All houses will be taking the lessons together, with the Head of House aiding Madam Hooch.
Upon looking at the sign, Vita simply commented. "That is so not going to end well."
Harry had nodded his head in agreement, it was suicidal putting Gryffindor and Slytherin together in class. But to have both classes together, while, in the air flying, this was going to somehow end in disaster.
The boy had also been approached by the school healer during the month, who told him that she didn't have his medical records. Something that all Muggle-Born or Muggle-Raised were supposed to give their head of house, once they were sorted.
Harry didn't have one on him, nor did Signum.
Bring this to the headmaster, Albus had agreed to let Harry, Shamal, and Signum out of the castle on the Saturday morning of the flying lessons to collect the files needed. Fawkes would flash fire them to the Leaky Cauldron, there would travel on foot.
They just need Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, to floo Albus when they are finished, then headmaster will send the phoenix to pick them up and bring them back to Hogwarts.
The Fridays came and went, it was a little tense in Transfiguration after what happened last time. The professor kept his distance from the boy, one so he didn't get the door to the face again, and two because he was under review until Christmas.
Just like that, September had come to an end and October begun, the sun rose on the first weekend of the new month.
Saturday 5, October
That morning had bright and clear skies, signalling for a calm and peaceful day.
Many of the first years were already awake, from those who grew up in the wizarding world, who had those that had some flying experience in the past. Then you had those who grew up in the muggle world, some couldn't wait while others were nervous.
The only annoying part, as you sat in the Great Hall eating breakfast, was how you could hear Potter and Malfoy gloat at how good they were at flying to those that follow them.
"They must really love the sounds of their own voices." Vita said, slightly annoyed as she was trying to eat her breakfast in peace.
"So true." Harry agreed as the morning post arrived.
Owl's flying between tables, dropping letters, packages, and the wizarding newspaper, the Daily Prophet, to their owners.
"You know, Hayate's spoiling Hegwid too much." Harry commented.
You could see why as the white owl landed before them. She was wearing a fantasy owl like harness that matched her feathers. She must have taken note of the book in the pictures as the insignia was the same as the cross on the book.
The owl hooted proudly as she dropped off a letter to Harry, before hoping over to Vita's plate to steal some bacon.
Harry pulled out the letter that had Japanese text written upon it, he read it to Vita over the mind link.
Dear Evans Family,
Firstly. Your owl is so lovely and charming! Her feathers are so gentle and soft, what do you use to take care of her?
The two Evans looked at each other at that, thinking along the same lines. 'She is totally spoiling the bird'.
With that out of the way, how have you been Harry? Have you gotten better from the accident? Seriously, those jerks should be expelled…I mean honestly, thinking it would be funny to push you in your wheelchair down a staircase.
That was the lie Vita had told Hayate. Since they couldn't technically say he was nearly attacked by a professor, his body was electrocuted from the inside, and he was healed in more than four-eight hours.
It was Vita's fault in the first place that Hayate knew Harry was hurt. She had accidently wrote that Harry had gotten hurt in a letter to send to her and didn't reread her letter to notice it.
I hope you get better soon. Mom's still driving me crazy, not telling me what is going to be happening at Christmas time.
They both chuckled as she had already mentioned that in several letters now. Hoping that one of the two would slip up and tell her.
I've got to go. Write back soon you two.
Love.
Hayate
Smiling at the letter, he closed it and put it away in the envelope.
Vita saw from the corner from her eye how Smith was once again eye the letter, something that he's been doing for a while now. She knew he was already reporting to Potter and his gang, but something was telling her they wanted more personal information.
"It's time, Harry."
Snapping out of her thoughts, Vita looked up and saw Signum and Shamal standing behind Harry's chair. Like her master, they were also dressed in muggle clothing, which in turn did draw some attention to them.
"Okay." He replied, handing the letter over to Vita to put into her trunk. "Enjoy your flying lesson." He told her, as Shamal pushed his wheelchair out of the Great Hall with Signum following. The redhead waved bye, as Zafira had taken a seat next to her.
"You're not going with them?" she asked the oversized wolf, who shook his head.
{No, he told me to stay and keep an eye on you.} Zafira replied, chuckling inwardly. {Also to make sure you don't splat anyone while they're away.}
The youngest knight pouted at that, she would make those would annoy her to no end go splat…much. She sighed and rose from her seat, "May as well as put these letters away." She said, walking on out of the hall with Zafira following.
Luckily it was an early Saturday morning, so the Leaky Cauldron was practically empty bar the few present having breakfast.
Of course, there was some shock when Albus Dumbledore's phoenix appeared before them, bring three people that clearly looked like muggles. Before any of magic users could react, Tom was smiling as he approached them.
"Professors Evans." The keeper greeted, causing some of the magical to back down upon hearing them being call professors. "Mr. Dumbledore has informed me of your arrival, when you're finish just let me know and I'll contact him."
Thanking him, the three made their way outside.
Like said, being an early morning, meant that everything was still quiet.
"Hey Signum." The boy in the chair said as he looked back at the pink haired guardian. "What time did the headmaster request we be back by?"
"Before four o'clock." She replied as the flying lessons finished at five. She noticed the look on the boy's face. "What is it?"
"Um…do you mind if we could take a detour?" he asked them. "I'm almost out of painting supplies and need to get some more."
Shamal and Signum smiled and nodded their heads, it was a simple detour and was the same way as the hospital.
With Shamal pushing his chair along the street, quite a few of the shopkeepers greeted them as they were opening up their shops. After all, they would often shop in this area when they come to London for supplies or Harry's check-ups.
They soon reached their destination, it was an art shop, book shop, and cafe in one. The book shop in the front part, while the art supplies were in the back area, the café was to the left side.
The owner of the shop, at the counter, happily greeted the familiar faces as they moved on to collect what it was they needed. It didn't take long to collect the art supplies before they stopped to have a look in the book side.
Harry smiled as he watched Shamal walking over to a particular area.
"Signum, make sure Shamal stays away from the cookbook." The boy said, which caused a small smile to form on Signum's lips. No matter how hard the knight of the lake had tried over the past year, she still couldn't cook.
"Of course." She replied, following after Shamal.
Wheeling his chair towards the fictional side, he smiled as he looked down the bookshelves to see if there was any that interested him.
He did find one, the only problem was it was one shelf out of his reach.
Biting his lip, he reached his hand up, in hopes that he could just reach it as he didn't want to bother Signum or Shamal with something so small. No matter how hard he tried, his hand couldn't reach it from his current position.
He sighed and gave up, sitting back in his chair. "Why are all the good books on the highest shelf?" he asked no one in particular, as he planned to move on.
But a hand reaching the book he wanted and pulling it off the shelf stopped him, the owner of said hand had held to book out to him. "Is this the one you wanted?" A soft female's voice asked, a voice that was very familiar.
Looking up slightly, he saw the familiar face of a female that had short brown hair that reached down to her shoulders, as well as blue eyes. Along with the familiar, what Harry believes to be, cat-ears headband.
"Lotte," he replied softly, but happily, taking the book of her. "Thank you very much."
She smiled and shook her head slightly. "It was no problem." She informed him. "It's nice to see that you are safe, Harry." He old caretaker spoke, a playful smile on her lips.
About five minutes on in time, Signum had final dragged Shamal away from the cooking books, though the blonde knights saying she's getting better at it, to find their master. The two blinked as they came across a small scene.
Sat off in the café area was their master, besides him was his purchased items due to them being in a shopping bag, talking with someone, a girl, who was older than him.
"…I see, you were collecting groceries for Uncle Gil." The boy said as the girl nodded her head.
"Yeah. Since Aria was busy reorganizing books in the library, Gil sent me to go and collect groceries to restock the pantry." She replied, shrugging her shoulders.
The boy was about to comment, when he looked passed the older girl's side and smiled. "Here they are now." Looking around, the girl saw the two women making their way over to the table.
"The pink haired one is Signum, my guardian, and Shamal is the blonde haired one." Harry introduced as they reached the table. "Signum, Shamal, this is Lotte Liese. She was my old caretaker before you found me."
"Nice to meet you." Shamal greeted as Signum nodded her head.
Lotte smiled and bowed her head. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Harry has spoken kindly about both you."
Any other word would be cut off as the girl's phone started beeping, pulling it out she answered it. "Hello … Ah sorry, I ran into Harry and … yes, he's doing fine … okay I'll be back as soon as I can." She replied as they had soon found themselves outside.
"I was really great to see you again, Lotte." Harry said as the girl smiled.
"Likewise." She replied, nodding her head. "Stay safe, Harry."
Bowing her head once more, Lotte turned and headed on down the street with shopping bags in hand. She soon disappeared from sight.
With it just being the three of them again, Harry smiled as he looked at two of his guardians. "Let's get the medical records and head back."
It took them a couple more minutes, but they soon arrived at the hospital.
Entering through the Hospital Entrance, they trio walked towards the counter and asked to see Doctor Astra. A doctor who was happy to speak to them in his office, a few minutes after he was informed that they were here.
Leading them to his office, it didn't take him very long to get the files that they required. Handing them to Shamal, he looked over at Harry and asked if he could give him a quick check-up while he was here.
The boy agreed.
On the Quidditch pitch the four houses were separated into four different areas, all brooms had been set out between each of the students in lines. In the top left was the Slytherin, in the top right, was the Hufflepuff, in the bottom left, was the Gryffindor, and finally, in the bottom right was the Ravenclaw.
This in turn was a mistake setup.
As Michael and his group from Gryffindor and Malfoy and his group from Slytherin had decided to stand near the edge of the areas to gloat more towards the other.
"…and Dad/my Father," Michael and Draco continued to gloat to those next to them. "Said it was a crime if I didn't make the house team next year as a seeker." They stated with arrogant smirks on their faces, which was turned to glare shot at one another.
This was among the other boastful stories that were going on about. Like Malfoy always seemed to end with him narrowly escaping Muggles in helicopters. Then there was the way Potter told he had spent most of his childhood zooming around the countryside on his broomstick.
The only reason no professor had stepped in to stop it was the fact Professor Potter and Professor Snape were too busy glaring at one another. It was clear to not that they got the whole house issue sorted.
Plus the other head of houses was too busy worrying about students from their own houses, to take notice on what the Gryffindor and Slytherin were doing.
"Miss Evans, why are you wearing that instead of your uniform?" Professor Sprout asked as she had reached the girl, who was wearing a muggle tracksuit instead of the school uniform like other students were wearing.
"Is it against the rules?" Vita asked.
Thinking for a second, the professor shook her head. "No, it isn't," she replied, before asking again. "However, why are you wearing that instead of your uniform like everyone else?"
"It's more comfy for me." She said, which the Hufflepuff's head seemed to accept, since she did believe that Vita was a Muggle-Born. "Plus it cuts out embarrassing factors."
"Embarrassing factors?" Sprout asked, slightly confused.
Vita nodded her head. "I didn't really feel comfortable flying in the air while wearing a skirt."
This was true. Since for the first-year girls the uniforms consisted of a plain white button up shirt, a house coloured tie, a grey knitted V-neck jumper over the top, with a house-coloured neckline. A grey pleated skirt, plain black shoes, grey socks, and an open black buttoned robe with the house emblem on the left side.
Yes, it is noted the girls in the third year and on start to wear trousers when they are allowed to. But the main point was still there.
Professor Spout, as well as the Hufflepuff girls listening in, understood what had been said. But it was too late for them to ask to go and change as Madam Hooch had made her way out onto the pitch and blew her whistle, getting their attention.
Vita had noticed that Hooch was a severe-looking woman with short grey hair and yellow hawk-like eyes, the kind that wouldn't have any nonsense.
"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked, looking around at the first years. "Everyone stand by your broomstick. Come on, hurry up."
Vita glanced down at the broom placed beside her, in the Hufflepuff section. It was old and some of the twigs stuck out at odd angles.
"Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the centre of all four points, "and say 'Up!'."
"UP!" Everyone shouted.
Vita's broom was one of the views that had jumped into her hand at once, the only other from Hufflepuff was Susan Bones. From Ravenclaw, as few pureblood students were able to do it on the first try. In Slytherin, she saw that mostly all of the Slytherins brooms had instantly jumped into their hands.
Looked over at the Gryffindors, Potter, Longbottom, and surprisingly, Dean Thomas, were able to archive this on the first try. Others like the bushy-haired girl's broom just refused to listen and rolled along the floor, while Weasley's seem to have a mind of its own as it whack him on the nose.
This caused a group of those who saw to laugh.
Once all brooms were in hand, Madam Hooch then made her way around each group and showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end. She walked up and down the rows correcting their grips.
A bunch just laughed and were delighted when she told Malfoy he been doing it wrong for years.
"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," Madam Hooch informed them. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle, three, two, one, Go!"
Surprising for the first flying lesson everything had turned out well, except for the fact the houses stayed in their own areas while flying.
There were a few times where Malfoy or Potter wanted to start something, but it seemed Madam Hooch had been keeping a very close eye on them.
The female knights had worried looks on their faces, this was due to how Doctor Astra was trying to cover up how he was feeling about results. When the check-up came to an end, he asked. "Harry, I need a few words with Signum and Shamal. Why don't you go and get something from the cafeteria."
The boy smiled and nodded his head. "Yes, sir."
Wheeling his chair out the door and down the hallway to the cafeteria, while, inside the doctor's office, the doctor had informed the women of what he found during the check-up.
"His life is in danger?" Signum asked in shock.
"How? You said it was fine a month ago." Shamal added, also shocked as her magic didn't show this.
Doctor Astra weakly nodded his head. "He's nerve paralysis was diagnosed back when he was six, which resorted him begin placed in a wheelchair. When he turned ten, around the same time you found you're lost cousin, the paralysis was starting to progress, but it was like something was distracting it…"
Shamal and Signum instantly remembered the parasite in his scar, it was now fully gone meaning their master's core was the target. Having not being filled a giant amount of pages in the year, the book was starting to pick up the pace, all that in less than a month.
"It would appear as of a few days ago, Harry's nerve paralysis is progressing once again." He told them, as he looked at his computer, which held the notes on it. "We're doing our best, but the way it is now…it may fully spread to his organs by the start of the New Year if we're lucky, otherwise…he might not live pass Christmas day…maybe less if it spreads faster…"
"Isn't there anything you can do?" Shamal asked as she couldn't think of anything at this moment.
Doctor Astra shook his head. "Sachie is stronger in this area. Let's hope she can help."
"But that is still two months away." Signum commented, but by the look on the doctor's face, they knew that he didn't have any other option.
"I'm sorry." This was all he could say, like them, they could see that not even he knew what they could do at this moment.
Standing in an empty hall wall, Signum had slammed her fist against the wall in frustration while Shamal was sat against the window with her head in her hands.
'It is not an illness.' The pink haired not thought bitterly. 'The malfunction in the Book's independent defence system, the suppressed magical power has finally caught up with us with the removal of that parasite, it is eating away at Harry's premature body…' she thought darkly, seeing the image of the masters body being destroyed from the inside out. 'Our master is quietly…yet surely being killed by the Book's curse.'
"Signum," Her companion spoke quietly, as she was looking at the ground. "Vita and Zafira needs to know about this."
The pink haired knight nodded her head. "We better go and find him. Otherwise, he will start to worry."
It didn't take long to find him, seated up at one of the tables smiling and laughing with some of the doctors and nurses that were present.
A smile that was innocent, a laugh that was caring. Something that the guardians did not want their master to lose.
The wind was oddly strong that night on the Hogwarts grounds with the occasional thunder strike, but it didn't stop students from sleeping in their rooms, thanks to the silencing enchantments in the dorm rooms.
Though not all was asleep.
Upon the Astronomy Tower, the four Wolkenritter were present and the mood wasn't a good one. Signum and Shamal had inform Vita and Zafira of that they were told by Doctor Astra. How the curse was finally catching up.
"We must save him." Vita instantly stated, refusing to let believe their master was going to die. "We must save Harry!"
Zafira looked at the office leader of the knights and asked as her word is final. "Signum, what do you say about this?"
"There is…" she muttered, looking at her device in its pendant form, "…only one way…we must complete it before the Christmas era is upon us." Signum stated, looking at the other knights. "By filling the pages, the curse of the book will back off from draining his life and magical energy."
Shamal looked slightly worried. "What about the headmaster?" she asked, "He will be the only one that will know if we leave the school during the night."
"We'll cross that bridge when we reach it." Signum replied, from the look in her eyes told that should he try and stop them, he would be met with force.
Upon an Astronomy Tower, away from prying eyes, the knights stood in a diamond formation, facing one another.
"Our master's body is being poisoned by, the spell of the Book's automatic defence system!" Signum stated as she held out her device in its blade form.
Shamal then continued. "If Harry awakens as the true master of the Book…" Holding out a chain that held the four rings of her device, the Book of Darkness held in her other hand.
"…Our master's illness will vanish. At least it will not progress anymore." Zafira finished as he transformed into his human form.
Vita looked at the pendant of her hammer. "I won't kill because I don't want to taint Harry's future." She stated, holding the pendant out and it transformed into its hammer form. "But I'll do anything else!"
A diamond seal appears beneath them, as each on is standing on a point. 'Please forgive me, Master Harrison.' Signum weakly thought. 'But I need to break our promise this once.'
Around the seal, each of the four guardians had transformed into the Knights Clothing that their master had designed and bestowed upon them.
"Shamal keep track of the time, we need to be back before sunrise." Signum stated, they needed to be back so no suspicion was raised. "Vita, Zafira, the two of you will be doing the lease on the collecting until we hit the break."
The redhead and guardian beast nodded. Since Vita was a student they would be questions on why she isn't in her dorm room at night should she constantly sneak out, plus Zafira always slept nearby the master at night to give him protection.
"Let us go." She stated as each one disappeared from the tower in a burst of colour. Each one with determination to save their master.
But just like Shamal said, the moment they had teleported out of the school wards, the headmaster was notified that four people had left. It didn't say who, just that four people have. An occurrence that he would find repeating itself in ones, twos, or threes.
That is the end of this chapter.
Please tell me what you all think about this chapter. Again, I'm sorry that I took so long to update, but I am coming into the exam time of the year where I am. Though I will try and update them sooner.
Next Chapter: The eve of hallows is approaching, much is happening. From one who dislikes that one would break the rules, to one who loses a cloak and parchment of paper with detention, to one confronting a group about the late night disappearances, to the night of hallows were horrors take place.
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