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2 am, Unknown Location, UK, 20th of July 1994

The book had revealed a lot more than had been expected from it (which was a lot). The runes on the metalwork were copied onto the computers and translated one by one. It was a long and arduous process which was still going on. Once they were translated, they would be put together and interpreted by the best runes masters and most modern software available to them.

One of the things they found was that a lot of the pages were filled with what looked like journal entries. They were inconsistent, appearing on one page and then skipping about ten pages before another was found. The pages were all slowly being filled. But the R.D. was hard-pressed to understand the vast amount of information and magic in the tome.

The entries, if they could be called that, were written in varying shades of ink and with noticeably different writing tools. Some were almost... engraved into the parchment, as though with a pinpoint covered in the lightest tracings of ink. Sometimes the handwriting was messy, as though the writer had written it in a hurry, and sometimes the words were written in such a manner that it felt like the writer had spent a lot of time choosing them. But the elegant, almost princely script remained pretty much the same. A handwriting expert had confirmed the theory that it was the same person's writing.

Ron and Ginny Weasley were to be 'recruited' the following week. Hermione had gone home, citing that as she wasn't needed till the actual training started, she'd spend some time with her parents, who had been briefed on their daughter's activities the previous day. The Unspeakable who had gone to get the paperwork and briefing done had come back looking very peaky and had needed a strong cup of tea before becoming as alert as usual. Nobody asked what had gone on.

Harry Potter had begged to stay on in the 'Headquarters' as Sirius had dubbed the Golden Trio's and Weasleys' assigned training house, refusing to leave his godfather's side and go back to the Dursleys. Adonis, their unofficial co-trainer and guide, had barely batted an eyelid at the fourteen-year-old's strange request to stay at the special area and had immediately arranged for his trunk to be brought from the Leaky Cauldron. His office and living quarters were apparently in the same house, so undoubtedly they'd come to know each other very well.

Regulus Black was doing better, far from being as near death as he had been the previous day, when he had been found by his brother. He was still in a coma, though. Sirius Black was going to have to sort through a hell of a lot of emotions and the drama of the Black familial relations, including the Tonkses and the more unpleasant Malfoys. Or more specifically, the matriarchs and heirs of those families.

The memories of the founders were also frustrating them. It was a complex spell but one that the Unspeakables of the R.D. understood. However, the basic foundation of the spell required a timer; the exact time of release (of the memories) had to be entered into the layers of mind-boggling Arithmancy and Ancient Runes that made up the spell itself. The R.D. had asked a simple question at the end of their report. What? What had made the Founders choose that time for their memories to be released? Wouldn't it have made more sense if it had been released at the time of their deaths, before the stories of their lives turned to nothing more than legend? What did the book have to do with this?

The Intelligence section of the community, with their natural cynical curiosity and acute sense of secrecy, wondered why. Why did the Founders do what they did, why did they choose to cause all this... drama instead of simply leaving some kind of trail to the tome (which could have been a clear autobiography rather than containing the cryptic crap it did)? Why had they felt the need to show nearly every aspect of their lives to the whole school? Why not to these 'Atlanticans', who might still be thriving on their piece of land right in the middle of nowhere, why not reveal their secrets to the descendents of the same people to whom they were beloved? And, most importantly, why did they have no idea who these Atlanticans were? It was their job to know stuff and they didn't like the uncertainty that came with not knowing. Why didn't they have anything pertaining to Atlantis?

The Warriors just wondered where. Where was Atlantis? Where was this mystical land that was said to have been created with the breath of a dragon, and purified with phoenix fire? Who were the Heirs?

They wondered, but came up with nothing. And it annoyed the whole community. They were clearly not in control, and if it was one thing all Unspeakables had in common, it was their hatred of ignorance.

Adonis peeled back the denim of his jeans with a wince. He had been in a fight alongside the Warriors and a few of his comrades from I.D. (Intelligence Department) just before meeting with Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. He hadn't waited an hour before walking on his injured leg, as the healers from the Medic Section demanded. The consequences of ignoring the advice were becoming quite clear to him now.

He was sitting on his bed in his quarters in the training house that had been given to Harry and his friends. There would be a few others as well, and he would be in charge of them all. In terms of bureaucracy, schedules, equipment and finances of course. Sirius Black, a skilled Warrior would do most of Harry's training, and he would have to assign teachers for the others. Remus Lupin, a werewolf, was quite promising.

Then there was Harry's abuse and PTSD to look into as well. Not to mention a hundred other maladies that the boy probably suffered from, undernourishment top among them. The other two of the Golden Trio could be dealing with psychological issues as well. A couple of mind healers along with normal healers wouldn't be amiss.

Adonis bit his lip as he swabbed the throbbing wound on his knees with an alcohol pad. The discarded bandages lay on the ground, covered in a disgusting mixture of blood, pus and a vague kind of pain-numbing balm that Adonis was already beginning to miss. He finished redressing it, and Vanished the bandages with a wave of his hand, an incantation and a focused burst of magical energy. Then he lay back under the covers of his bed and shut the lights. He hadn't slept in two days.

There are most likely a lot of things the majority of you do not understand. If you have read the the first chapter of the companion piece 'How we met', you will understand it. I'm going through a lot of social and familial problems right now, so sorry this was a bit late. I've had a severe case of writer's block for 'How we met' but I made a slight breakthrough last week, so hopefully I'll be able to continue it in a few days.

Adonis will be a very important character from here on. I'm going to try and make my chapters a bit longer from now, but it's difficult. I'll try though. Please keep reviewing and favouriting, it gives me a lot of motivation! Don't hesitate to give constructive criticism and point out mistakes, as English is not my first language (Hindi is. I'm from India) so I'd very much like to improve and take advise!

xxx Maya

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