Chapter 4

"Harry!" Sirius was shaking his godson awake. Harry jolted and got out of bed quickly.

"When is it?" He questioned as he freshened up and dressed.

"It is Monday, four days later. It is late, almost dusk, and a guide had returned to let us know they are fifteen minutes out." Harry continued dressing, and ate the food given to him. Hermione and Sirena joined them as they hurried to the center of where the three parts met, where the infirmary they had started with had grown into a towering hospital seconded only by the library and the school. Quickly, they looked at the room set up, double checking they had everything they needed, which had been set out by a newer recruit, Lanay Win, a muggle born thrown in not more than fifty years ago.

"Sorry we're late." Draco panted as he burst into the room with Luna.

"It's alright, Draco. Can either of you think of anything else we'll need to do this?"

"No. Let's go meet them." Draco gestured to the door, and they made their way to the city gates. As they opened, they saw a Ranger and three hobbits leading a pony with a fourth hobbit on it's back. Harry's guide, still a stag, touched him once before disappearing.

"Welcome to Sairina." Harry said. "I am Hadrian, son of James, heir to this city. This is Hermione, daughter of Daniel; Draco, son of Lucius; and Luna, daughter of Xenophilous. We will be performing the healing." He noticed Avel Malfoy, Draco's oldest standing to one side. "Oh, and this is Avel, Draco's son. He will lead you four to lodging and a stable for your pony."

"No. I will accompany Frodo. The hobbits may rest." The Ranger insisted.

Harry shrugged. "If you insist. Avel, please lead the hobbits and their pony to Edan, and get them settled in the stay house next to Neville and Ginny Longbottom. Have Ginny pop over to check on them every so often. You know the drill."

"Of course, Lord Potter," Harry rolled his eyes at the title. Draco had taught his kids to be too stiff. "I know what to do."

Harry picked up the hobbit on the pony, Frodo, the Ranger had called him, and led the way to the hospital. "Draco, send a message. It is worse than I feared. Have Sirena brewing a cleanser for after the treatment, and have Sirius send out Neville or another herbologist for some Mandrake Root. I feel we will need it before we are through."

Draco did so, sending a patronus, and it joined the many others racing around the city. With the sun just setting, it was a beautiful sight.

"I am Strider." The Ranger introduced himself on the short walk.

"Welcome, Strider. I hope you will enjoy your stay. We are very proud of what we have built here." Luna commented in her dreamy way. "There are very few Nargle infestations anymore, only a few remainders we try to wipe out of our newer arrivals." Strider merely nodded, confused.

When they arrived, Strider was held up as the receptionist, Azur, asked for information for their records. He was left answering the questions he could, and Harry and the others stripped Frodo efficiently, setting everything he was wearing to one side, and replacing it with a simple pajama top and bottoms. Then they proceeded to apply their arts, using potions and spells to cleanse Frodo: mind, body, and soul. Four hours later, Harry and the others exited to find Strider sitting in the waiting room.

"How is he?" He asked when he saw the four exhausted healers.

"Sleeping." Draco said shortly. Harry was so exhausted Hermione was basically supporting his weight. Strider noticed this and helped take his weight.

"What's wrong?" He questioned.

"Harry's the strongest healer the Templar have ever known. He exhausted himself." Here, Hermione huffed. "He wouldn't let me work up a sweat if it was up to him."

"Hermione, Harry is the most protective man you will ever meet without stifling you." Draco reminded her. "If he can save you a bit of pain he will."

"'Mione, you know I wouldn't let you expend yourself." Harry forced out.

"Harry..." She sighed as she led Strider away from the hospital and towards their home, which was fairly close. Strider set Harry down of his bed where Hermione indicated, and Hermione started a pot of tea.

"How old are you?" He asked Hermione, forgetting his manners in the face of her ageless behavior.

She smiled. "I am two thousand, nine hundred ninety-six years old." She offered him the cup as he threatened to pass out, based on the look of his face.

"So old?" He gaped. "You look but twenty."

"As do you, Master Aragorn." She surprised him. "We know all about the outside world, even if you know much less about us. It has not been time to reveal ourselves. Tulkas has kept us informed, as have our own spies and travelers. In fact, Harry traveled to Gondor three years ago, and had many things to say about it. I feel Sauron's soul piece will find it's way into the hands of an unwitting soon, and war will reign once again." She froze as she heard a pop outside her house.

"No one apparates any more." She mused as she moved to answer the door. "What could possibly be the matter?" She opened the door to find Sirius, her uncle, and Lucius Malfoy.

"Sirius? Uncle Remus? Lord Malfoy?" She gestured in and hurried to pour more tea.

"This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn." She introduced absentmindedly.

"Yes, about that, Hermione. You will be going with them to the counsel. Tulkas said we were to go, and well, you and Harry are the best diplomats and fighters we have, other than Draco, Ginny, Bill, and Minerva. All six of you will be going, and if it comes to a quest, you and Harry are our chosen companions." Sirius forced out.

"Yes, and Remus will go with you to keep you in line." Lucius teased.

"Hey!" Harry had come out of his room, looking better.

"Hay is for horses." Hermione teased as she reached for a hug. Harry gladly obliged her.

"Welcome to my house, Aragorn." Harry welcomed. Aragorn looked glad to be acknowledged again.

"Thank you. Now please explain what is going on."

"Well, we have been in contact with the Valar for close to three thousand years, and we are going with you because it is time for the Templar to be revealed to the world." Harry explained. He had put this plan together over the years as Tulkas dropped hints of what would happen. Aragorn sat silently, stunned. "Hermione, may I please have a Pepper-Up?" Harry requested nicely.

"Yes." She handed him a vial. He swallowed it, made a face at the taste, and spurted steam out his ears. He instantly looked more energized.

"Thanks." He summoned a trunk and packed it and shrank it. "Aragorn, Frodo will be ready to travel in the morning." He paused and produced a guide. "Prongs will lead you to the house your friends are in. Try and catch as much sleep as possible. Tomorrow, you will learn about Sairina while Frodo and the others get a check up, future king." Harry left to go back to bed. Hermione sent the tea cups to clean themselves with her staff and retired as well. Aragorn, Lucius, Sirius, and Remus left their separate ways, and all was quiet for the night.