Chapter 3

Tulkas stood and took his leave of the three, and Harry went straight for the second largest building of Sairina, or City of Magic. Sairina was divided into three sections, Du, Alya, and Edan; or Dark, Light, and Muggle, based of of their original notions of things before their 2,000 years of experience changed their opinions. Draco met up with him on the way, holding the hand of his newest daughter, Liane, his and Luna's seven year old.

"Hi, Draco. I need a favor." Draco looked startled at Harry's abruptness. "Hermione and I are supposed to do a sleep while Tulkas sends a group to us: our grand revelation in progress. Will you and Luna join us in sleeping and preparing for a major healing? You are both incredibly powerful, and well... it's a Nazgul wound."

Draco sucked in a breath. "Of course. Remus and Bella can watch the kids for a few days. I'm sure they will. If they're busy, Mother will watch them."

Harry nodded curtly. "There is a watch. Go, make arrangements and sleep.

Draco spun on his heel. and started off, holding Liane's hand tightly. For a moment, Harry was nervous about how this might turn out, but reminded himself that they knew this day would eventually come.

He thought back to the days in which a large group came through the veil, Draco one of the first. By this time, Bella had her memories back, untainted, and they had erected a large, magic proof containment dome around the landing area just in case. They were lucky to have done so, because the next few years included a flood of people from their first home. In their original world, Dumbledore had taken over and established his reign of power after Voldemort's sudden death (courtesy of the Valar pulling his soul to it's doom with the piece they had taken from Harry) and any dissenters were thrown through the veil, as well as all of Voldemort's followers. It seemed he had found the punishment ironic, considering that their original world considered the veil to be the downfall of their savior. Some had not made it, not being pure enough to enter this new world, but many had been, being pure but for the curses cast upon them by Dumbledore or Voldemort, and their numbers swelled. Narcissa Malfoy had come through soon after her son, and had helped act as the liaison between newly freed follows of Voldemort, and the others. Lucius had appeared a few hundred years later, worn and deathly sick. He had been put in Azkaban for three years, before being thrown into the veil. Apparently, the time stream ran differently there as it did here. Hermione theorized that it was roughly a year to one hundred. Every so often, a newcomer would arrive, being a child that had disagreed and been sentenced, but for the most part, all that had come were what would remain.

Harry found Hermione easily, she was in the library, directing the house elves to put in a few new books that had been written recently. That was another thing. When Harry had mentioned Dobby to Sirius, Dobby had come, and revealed that house elves only had enough power to come and go once. Harry had kept him in their new world until most of the others had arrived, before he instructed Dobby to gather up all the house elves, all the books and magical items and others creatures that wished to join them, and to send them through the veil. It had worked amazingly. All the items had come through with the house elves, including the many live seeds and plants and animals, and the elves themselves had come through with them. The elves had been freed from the curse that kept them bound to the will of the wizards.

With them had come the goblins, with much of their gold and precious gems, and the centaurs who had left quickly for forests. The goblins had not stayed with the Templar completely, but had instead set up a portal for the Templar to use to visit them. They helped with the acquisition of metals for the smiths, and of gold for jewelry. They were also the only ones allowed to officiate adoptions and such. Their magic was better for it. That was one of the few laws the Templar had.

"Harry!" Hermione's exclamation interrupted Harry's reminiscing.

"Hermione! Right, I remember now. We're doing a sleep while we wait for a Nazgul victim." He explained shortly. Being as close as they were, Harry only required a few sentences to explain what was going on. They had been some of the only ones who did not have a mate yet, and as a result, had grown closer than ever as the years had passed.

"Alright. Dobby, please have the elves continue their work, and when done, if I am not available, I'm sure Sirena will have a task that needs doing." Hermione instructed, before following Harry.

She'd moved in with him after Remus married Bella. Harry had been lonely in the five years before the marriage, and Hermione had often felt like a third wheel in her home. They quickly agreed that it was much nicer to share their own home. Dinner was eaten quickly, and both went to their rooms, falling into a meditative, almost comatose state. They could stay like this for weeks, storing energy and magic for a major working.