Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, to The Heir and the Champions!
The Devil is out to play and Harry is caught in its path, let the second task, Begin!
On with the show!
Within the stands.
They were back in the stadium where the first task had taken place in, Ron, Hermione, Daphne, Tracey, Theodore, Blaise, and the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team had taken up almost an entire section to themselves as they looked down into what was once the arena. The arena had been repurposed for the task, it was now filled with crystals that had been ground to a fine powder and charmed to make it look like a perfect Topographic map of the warded area of the woods, it showed every hill, mound, pond, river, and open field. On the map were five glowing dots, one for each champion and one for the Hind they were hunting, Krum was green, Fleur was blue, Angelina was red, and Harry was a dark silver while the Hind was gold. With a wave of his wand, Ludo Bagman could zoom in on one section of the map, and the powdered crystal would resize and reshape to show the area he wanted, Bagman had shown off this feature while zooming in on every champion during the introduction and going down the list from first to last.
In Herminoe's opinion, it was a wonder of charm work and she couldn't help but compare it to the Marauder's map but in a three-dimensional plane and couldn't help but wonder if it could keep up with Harry's raw speed accurately.
The group hears Ludo Bagman give the countdown followed by the sound of the cannon going off, they watch as all but one color dot start moving, Angelina and Krum heading north towards the gold dot while the blue one starts to run west, directly toward the silver dot that was standing still.
"What is he doing?" Tracey asks, eyeing the silver dot while staying cozy under a thick blanket she and Theodore were wrapped up in, "He knows the crazy French bint is after him, so why isn't he running?" she asks.
"He is applying a few charms," Daphne says as she watches the map frowning.
"What kind?" Theodore asks, sounding curious.
"A few charms Hermione helped him learn, one to erase his scent, hide his tracks, walk on snow, stuff like that," Ron says dismissively.
"What about the disillusion charm?" one of the twins asks.
"We tried that, but it takes more than just raw power to cast it, it's one of the spells that you need a lot of experience to get it down perfectly," Hermione says, her eyes flickering between not mentioning that Harry had something a bit better than a charm if he want to become invisible, sadly, he wasn't allowed to use it in the tournament and Ron had pointed out that it was just bad tactics to announced he had it in the first place. Finally, after a few minutes, the silver dot takes off toward the east before curving slightly to the north, not slowing down for a moment.
"It seems Mister Potter will be the first Champion to encounter one of the dangers in the forest, the Turnabout Mist!" Bagman announces and waves his wand to let the map fall before the crystal climbs back up to show a zoomed-in patch of the woods, "Now let's see what Mist-" was as far as Ludo gets as the blur of raising sandy crystal blows right through that portion of the woods to Ron, Hermione, and Zoë's amusement. Harry was stubborn enough to throw off the Imperious Curse and the Hunt wasn't a domain that could be befuddled by a simple enchantment like that.
The powdered crystal falls once more and the larger map comes back showing the blue dot coming near Harry's starting camp, flickering on and off the map, everyone looking on hoping the Fleur wouldn't be able to pick up his tracks too fast, all Harry had to do was buy enough time for either the Moon to rise or for Angelina to catch the Hind, either one would do. But as the Blue dot gets to Harry's starting point and starts to head east.
Long Island, New York, Cabin 8
The Hunters once again sat in their(newly rebuilt) cabin with snacks, drinks, and pizza littering the floor. Most of them were relaxing on the bunks or had taken to silver bean bags near the old radio listening in on the broadcast coming from, their Lady was sitting next to the radio in a plain-looking silver chair looking at the floor with a passive and bored expression, focusing in on the announcer talking as the some Hunters spoke in hushed voices.
"So, this Harry guy is Lady Artemis' son?" Daisy asks in a weak voice before she feels a few of her bones shift and crack and she lets out a hiss of pain under the huge pile of blankets she was huddled under.
Brittany looks over at her sister on the floor with a worried look in her eye, "It's a bit complicated, but that's the basic gist of it," she tells Daisy as the blankets shift and shudder.
This was Daisy's second transformation and it wasn't better than her last one, she would switch back and forth between hot and cold flashes, and her bones would crack and shift for the oncoming transformation, her body would be wracked with spasms and cramps and her skin would become more fragile and sensitive as the time would go on, and when the beast finally came out it left a mess of blood and skin everywhere.
"And he's fighting a-a fairy? Right?" Daisy asks, looking for anything to distract her from her body pulling itself apart at the seams.
"She's a half-fae, but yeah, the stories are apparently based on them," Brittany tells Daisy, "I've never hunted them before, they don't show up in America much, but a few of our sisters have," Brittany goes on to explain.
There's a moment of pause and a whimper of pain from Daisy before she speaks again, "All of this is pretty batshit, Ya know?" she says and Brittany chuckles.
"Yeah, that was my thought too when I was explained it, but you get over it after the first year," the survivor explains to the wolf before the blankets begin to shuffle and move before Daisy crawls out naked, her eyes glazed over, Brittany can see the girls back spasm a bit before she goes to stand up, pushing herself off the ground and trying to get to her feet, it only takes a moment before Atalanta is beside Daisy, helping the girl to her feet.
"Up ya go, wolf girl," Atalanta says softly as she pulls one of Daisy's arms around her neck and lifts her to her feet, "Where are we headed?" she asks.
"Bathroom, cold shower," Daisy mumbles out and Atalanta nods before helping her to the door at the back of the cabin that leads into the shower room.
Harry Potter.
"An hour, I've already wasted an hour," Harry thinks to himself as he puts down his wand and continues to jog forward, hoping over the fallen trunk of a tree, "Just a little longer," he thinks to himself as he turns to look at what little of the horizon he could make out, the sun was slowly beginning to dip beneath it. The crunch of snow and ice along with the loud grunt pulls Harry's attention forward just in time to see a large club swinging at him, Harry immediately drops sliding under the swing before it could connect, spinning his body to face his attacker, he could help the smirk that crawls on to his face.
A mountain troll, as large and powerfully built as the first one he had faced back in his first year, "This brings back memories," he thinks to himself as he pops back to his feet and quickly stows his wand. Magic wouldn't do him any good against it, Trolls were up there on the magically resistant races, right next to dragons, while he could use Battle Magic to fight it, he didn't want to burn out his core or even start it until he had to fight Fleur, so as the Troll turns on him and roars, Harry pulls out Serpent-Hunter and unfolds it out into the silver bow. The Mountain Troll charges him, raising its club above its head as Harry quickly notches an arrow and aims.
His first "Hunt" when he was just a lonely broken boy thrust into a world he didn't know existed not a month before. He was the quiet one unsure of how to act, no one had told him the rules or showed him what to do or not to do, so he fell back on what the Dursleys had beat into his head for almost ten years, stay quiet, stay out of trouble, don't talk, don't make eye contact, and never ask questions.
Harry releases the arrow after lining up his shot and watches as it punches through the black spot on the Troll's face before it falls to the ground, dead before it even knew what happened. Harry quickly jumps forward, another club from another Troll misses him as he rolls across the snow, drawing another arrow and notching in one smooth motion before he rolls into a kneeling position to once again face his prey, two more mountain trolls to feed to the Hunt.
When Quirrell burst into the Great Hall screaming about a troll in the dungeons, He had first gone with the rest of Gryffindor house to head back to the tower, but then he had caught the scent of it, the disgusting, odious, rotten smell of the Troll and something had roared inside him. He had to follow it, he had to chase it down, he had to corner it. He had no idea why at the time, no understanding of what was pushing him to do it and it had felt like an order from Vernon, one he couldn't ignore, and before he knew it his feet were carrying him through the school.
Aim, release, draw, aim, and release. It was all so easy now, all so, ...unsatisfying, three arrows and three dead trolls, something in Harry ached for more. A more satisfying hunt, a more satisfying meal to feed to the ancient domain that he was born to, Harry knew it was just the Hunt pushing him to find something better to hunt because it knew there was something more satisfying to hunt.
It was always hard to ignore the call, the want, the bone-deep need to hunt something bigger, something more dangerous. It's why he went after the troll that night, why he went after the stone and the basilisk because he was just listening to the growls and wants of the wolf wrapped in broken chains, the one with jaws so big it seemed like it could consume Harry in a single bite. The Hunt would never let him rest, never let him stop because it was always hungry, when he went after Sirius the Hunt saw an opportunity to feed itself and took it, and in return, it had almost taken Harry.
"It's like a constant headache that won't go away," he had yelled at Hermione, and he wasn't lying, it was always there, always hungry, and it was exhausting trying to fight it day in and day out. Harry let out a sigh, watching his breath drift up into the air, it was always a temptation to just let go, to let the domain win, to feed it as much as he could just to get it to shut up for a while.
Harry turns around slowly to look behind him and watches as Fleur steps out from behind one of the trees, her eyes already changed thanks to whatever eldritch power fed her that the Hunt hated so much, and Harry can only assume she smiles at him from beneath the human-like face plate.
"There you are, Little 'Arry," Fleur says, her wand and sword already gripped in her hands and Harry's wand slips into his hand.
The stands
"What is he thinking!?" Daphne hisses from beside Ron and Hermione, "Why did he stop!? Why did he let her catch up!?" She yells, at the crystal recreation of the scene between Fleur and Harry as Ludo Bagman comments on it.
Ron and Hermione share a knowing look and a worried look with each other before Hermione takes out her wand and casts the Time-Telling charm and bites her lip, it was still twenty minutes till sunset, the moon was early today and she didn't know if that was Artemis' doing or not but she sends a quick prayer of thanks anyway.
"He has a plan," Ron says, not sounding too sure about it, and Daphne's head snaps to him with an angry look on her face.
"Say that again, Ron and this time say it like you actually believe it," Daphne says with a glare, her nostrils flaring.
"I mean, he still has the Gaé Bolg, right?" Ron says, waving his hand down at the arena, "Maybe he's luring her into a trap?" he says, but it comes out more of a question, and before Daphne tears him a new one, Theodore speaks up.
"From what I know about the Gaé Bolg, I don't know if it will work," Theodore says as he looks over at Ron before pulling Tracey closer, "With any magic you need three things, intent, will, and eye contact, though that last one isn't a hard requirement, what is, is something being on the same plane of existence, however," he says grimly before both Daphne and Ron curses under her breath.
"In other words, Harry can't use the Gaé Bolg so long as Fleur can step beyond the Hedge," Hermione says with a grim look on her face as Fleur and Harry fall away before she sees the green and red dot meet.
Long Island, New York, Cabin 8.
"Are y-y-you-" Bones crack, muscles bulge, and fingernails are ripped out of place as claws begin to grow, and Dasiy screams as her back arcs before she flops back down under the cold flowing water of the shower head, "-Wor-worried a-a-about h-him?" Daisy asks weakly, and even under the pouring cold water Atalanta can see the sweat pouring from Daisy's forehead as her body desperately tries to cool itself down in vain.
"Who? Harry?" Atalanta asks, and Daisy nods before she shivers again, "Nah, he'll kick that French bitches ass," she says with a shrug and a relaxed smile from the spot she was sitting across the room from Daisy, her back leaning against the wall by the door as her knees were up with her arms wrapped around them.
"He-He t-th-that g-good?" Daisy asks before she feels her ribs shift and her stomach tosses and turns.
"Comparatively, the last time I saw him I'd stick him-" Atatlanta says, tilting her head back and forth with her face scrunched up in thought, "-On Sophie's level when she's not going batshit, soooo, top ten in the hunt, maybe?" Atalanta admits with a bit of a frown, "He doesn't come anywhere close to me, Phoebe, or Zoë in terms of raw skill or experience," she says with a shrug.
"Th-then w-why a-are you so s-sure?" Daisy asks, as she feels the spasming muscles start to relax, her bones stop shifting, for now at least.
Atalanta's smile drops as her eyes are drawn away from Daisy to the beam of light cutting into the darkness of the bathroom, "He's a lot like me and you," Atalanta says softly, looking as if she was remembering something, "He has a beast right below his skin, I've seen him hunt, it's like a switch is thrown in his head, one moment he's this quiet kid looking like he wants nothing more then to go back to bed for another five hours, then he's this…apex predator," she says softly, almost to herself.
"I've only seen twice mind you, both times I thought I was gonna lose the cub, but the moment that switch is flipped in his head it's like-" Atalanta hopes up a hand and snaps her fingers, "That, and he's a completely different person, he's more like me and you, two people cursed to be beasts of the everchase with how deep into the Hunt he can submerge himself in," she says with a frown and a shake of her head before looking back at Daisy who was now shivering. Atalanta stands up and walks over to the girl and reaches for the faucet and turns off the cold water, "Hot water or no water?" she asks Daisy, who just shakes her head before Atalanta walks back over to her spot and sits down.
"There are stages to the Hunt taking over, it's different for everyone but they all end the same, Golden-Yellow eyes," Atalanta says with a sigh, "Once they're that deep into the Hunt to have the eyes, it's too late for them and they've become an avatar of the Hunt and the only thing left to do is to put them down," she says sadly, "but I've seen Harry with those eye twice before, the first time he pulled himself out of the everchase, the second time he acted completely normal even with them," she says with a shake of her head, "No, I'm not worried about Harry losing, I'm worried about what he'll lose in the process because one doesn't let the Hunt in without losing something to it," Atalanta says in a solemn tone that spoke from her own experience.
Harry Potter
Harry blocks Fleur's first swing with his bow, the weapon taking the slash from the saber well enough for Harry to send out a simple cutting charm, and he frowns before he pushes the saber away after seeing the spell strike the armor and not even scuff it. He steps back dodging the next two swings of the blade before raising his wand and sending out a blasting curse at Fleur, but with a quick step back the girl vanishes into the mist of her mother's homeland, Harry curses as he looks around trying to spot where she was coming from before conjuring a floating shield quickly. The hunt growls in his head just in time for Harry to duck Fleur's saber and spin on his heel before casting the cleaving curse at the girl he curses as she steps back into the mist again the curse misses her before the spell takes down two trees behind the girl.
The Hunt growls again and Harry spins around just in time to see Fleur reappear again, sword in mid-swing and aiming for his neck. Harry snaps his wand up and with a whisper sends Fleur flying back with another blasting curse before with a flourish he chains it with the marking charm and another floating shield, as Fleur rolls back to her feet and charges, Harry casts the tracking charm to his two shields. He feels a slight burn on his core before the two shields lock in front of him to block Fleur's next swing, but to Harry's surprise, she steps back into the hedge and vanishes from sight. The shield shifted from Harry's front to behind him just as he feels the hunt growl again, he dives forward, rolling just as he hears Fleur's sword impact his shields, one of his hands going to his quiver before he rolls into a kneeling position and notching two arrows as he whispers the Iron-coating spell with his wand still in hand before releasing the arrows with the force of the bow and a banishment charm he says.
The arrows punch through the bronze shields and Harry hears Fleur scream and curse before he turns and starts to run. His core burns from the rapid use of spells but it wasn't as bad as normal, it wasn't long now, he just needed to survive for a little while longer so he could spring his trap. He runs around trees and jumps the underbrush, his conjured shields protecting his flank suddenly snapping to his left, so Harry dives right re-notching his arrows, but by the time he aims all he sees is most in front of the shields as they start to move above him, Harry readjusts he aims and sees Fleur standing on a thick tree branch above him her eyes sparkling as she trained her wand on him. He tries to dive to the side but is quickly caught in an explosion like a mortar shell hitting the ground beside him, flinging him away to slam into a tree with a grunt.
As he falls to the ground he hears Fleur call out, "How do you keep doing that?" she says with a laugh, "It is like you know exactly where I'm coming from no matter what angle I strike from, your lieutenant could do that as well come to think about it," she says as she tilts her head and eyes the two hovering shields as Harry climbs back to his feet.
"Fuck you, that's how," Harry growls out as he reaches for his quiver, just for Fleur to quickly spin her wand in a quick wide circle conjuring six spiraling Ogive shapes before they light up with internal fire and Fleur, with a follow up a flick of her wand, sends the six shells at Harry. He abandons the arrows to lock his shields at an angle and brings up his arms just in time for shells to strike his shields, exploding on impact and sending him and the tree he was in front of flying back and down a hill. He rolls to a stop and groans, he looks up to see both of his shields completely destroyed by the blast of the shells.
He hears the musical laughter of Fleur ringing out at the top of the small hill as she looks down at him, "Very good, Little 'arry, very good," she says with, what Harry could only assume, was a smile, "But, how will you deal with a few more, I wonder," she says as she recasts the same spell and conjuring what looked to be triple the amount, His eyes widen just before she sends the volley right at Him.
Angelina Johnson
As the sounds of explosions sound out from somewhere off in the woods, Angeline doubles her pace, "The Hind, Have to get to the Hind, stop the crazy bitch from killing my Seeker," she thinks to herself as she jumps over some underbrush, she doesn't know how she knows she's going in the right direction, but she knows she is and she knows she's close. The only reason she stops is because of the crunching of snow that wasn't her as she turns towards the sound and quickly shields the red stunner aimed at her chest.
"Oi!" Angelina calls out, "Sneak attacks, really!?" she yells as Krum steps out from behind a tree he was hiding behind, his wand level at her chest.
"If it gets the job done, sure," he says with a shrug, "would you'd rather end this fast or have a drawn-out fight?" he asks with a small smirk, with his wand still leveled at her chest. Angelina opens her mouth to answer but is cut off by several loud explosions that sounded closer than the last set. "I do not know about you, but I would rather avoid being caught in the middle of a fight between a Demigod and a Half-Fae," Krum says as he looks back at Angelina, his wand never leaving her.
"Don't suppose you want to do a last-minute team-up and catch the Hind, do ya?" Angelina asks, looking back at Krum as she redoubles her grip on both her wand and sword.
Krum smiles apologetically, "Sorry, but I entered for myself, and will not accept a victory if I can not do it by myself," he says before he quickly flicks his wand, and roots burst from the snow to try to wrap around Angelina who, in a burst of speed cuts through the roots with the Sword of Peleus before bringing her wand and with a quick semi-circle before bringing it down at Krum, she sends the icicles down on him. Krum dives out of the way before they could hit him, and with a flourish of her wand, Angelina transforms the icicles into Bullywig's and animates them before sending them to attack Krum.
As Krum finishes his role he spins on his heel, swinging his Axe at one of the golems cutting through it with ease as he does, there is a bust of lightning from the war-axe that arches out striking and destroying two more before Krum turns and starts a spell chain of curses and hexes at Angelina. Thanks to the divine domain pumping through her she quickly brings up a shield and holds it as spells bounce and ricochet off of it, Krum cleaves another Bullywig in half and the bolt from his axe finishes off the last two before he turns his full attention to Angelina and her shield and switches from curses to just bludging and piercing hexes.
Angelina's shield cracked, she moves to reinforce it with a stone wall, but with one last bludging hex, it shattered and Krum switches back to curses, sending two rather nasty-looking dark purple ones at the center mass of Angelina and stunners and body binds at her sides where she would dodge. But to Krum's shock, all Angelina does is raise her arms to protect her head, and Krum watches his flesh-twisting curses strike her chest as a red shield-like effect flickers right before the curses strike, taking the curses without any ill effects to her, Angelina parts her arms with a mad grin on her face.
"Surprise," She says before charging at Krum for an overhead swing with her sword with as much of the Hunt she could safely call on at the shocked Durmstrang champion.
The stands
"Where the bloody hell did Miss Johnson get Auror robes!?" Ludo Bagman yells out in shock as the Hogwarts students explode into cheers.
"That,..." Theodore says in shock, "-is a rather good question," he says before turning to the grinning Gryffindor Quidditch team because, from the look on Daphne's face, she didn't know about this either.
"Harry," Ron says with a sly grin as he leans back on the bench, "You'd be shocked what neat things Harry has, one of which is his dad's Auror robes that he got to keep," he says before looking over at Theodore.
"Are you telling me that Harry Potter owns a set of Auror robes?" Blaise asks from behind Theodore, "The Highly restricted and illegal thing to own if you are not an Auror yourself!?" he asks, looking between Ron and Hermione.
"Why are they restricted and illegal?" Tracey asks, looking confused as the turns to look at Theodore.
"Well, the only real reason that they are like that is that so no one but the Auror department can figure out how they are made, and in turn find a weakness in them," Theodore says with a shrug, "Their custom made for each member of the department by a privately own company belonging to the ICW that employs stitch witches that make them, they act like armor for the Auror's and can stop just about anything but the unforgivable's or some very powerful dark magic," he explains before pulling Tracey deeper into the blanket with him.
"So, how the name of the Witch-Father did Harry get his hands on a set of them?" Daphne asks while turning her head to look at Ron and Hermione, but before either of them could say a thing, another voice speaks out.
"I would like to know that as well," the voice says in a hard and angry tone as the group all turns to look at the newcomer, she was tall and pale with flaming red hair that had white streaks running randomly through it and deep dark brown eyes that looked to be alight with a righteous Fire, she wore a thick robe to keep her warm against the weather and a black and yellow scarf.
"Well!?" Susan Bones snaps at the group, "Speak up?!" she says as she crosses her arms and glares at the group as the sun sinks below the horizon behind her.
Harry Potter
"Fuck whatever type of magic she's using," Harry thinks to himself as he takes cover behind a large rock another shell flies above his head and strikes a tree and shattered it with an explosion. Fleur's magic seemed to be focused on fire, sound, and force, It wasn't just bullet-shaped shells either, gouts of flame, fire blasts like a dragon, she would whip her wand about drawing glowing orange lines across trees, rocks, and magic fucking shields before they exploded like a bomb, she would banish solid ball bearings in a cluster at him, she was like a walking one-stop shop for all things artillery. She stopped trying to fight him with her sword after she couldn't get the teleporting trick she was doing to land a hit and because of the few times that she made contact with her sword, all it did was bounce off the Scorpio armor and bend the tip of her blade when she tried to stab him.
This is why Harry was currently hiding behind a large rock trying to catch his breath, he has been blown up more times than he cared to admit. His ears were ringing and his body felt like one huge bruise thanks to the spells she was throwing around, and if Harry wasn't on the receiving end of them he'd think they were pretty fucking awesome.
As Harry looks up at the night sky as the forest around him burned from Fleur's magic, the clouds begin to shift and move, he could finally make out a few of the constellations, he closes his eyes and lets out a breath as he hears the Hunt growl in his head and feather-light footsteps just ahead of him. He probably looked like a mess of soot and blood from where the shrapnel had struck him, he could feel the blood running down his face as Fleur took a few steps forward toward him.
"It was a decent chase, Little 'arry," she says softly to him as she stops, "But it wasn't much of a fight I'm afraid to say," she says, sounding disappointed, "I had hope from when you hit me with the iron arrow, but you let me down sadly, you didn't even use your spear," she says with a scoff.
"Too early," Harry mumbles out, his head dipping a bit.
"What?" Fleur asks, sounding confused.
"Too Early!" Harry yells a bit louder, "If I used that it wouldn't have been that much…" Harry trails off, his words becoming softer as if he just realized something then, much to the confusion of Fleur, Harry throws his head back and starts to laugh like a madman.
Fleur frowns as she raises her wand to point at Harry, "It doesn't matter much now, Little 'arry, end of the line,-Greaca-" she says but Harry hears someone else says the words, and as fire gathers at the end of Fleur's wand, Harry's wand hand twitches and just as she release the blast of fire to kill the Half-Blood before her, the clouds finally part, flooding the forest with the light of the full moon. The explosion lashes out in a blast of fire and sounds that would wipe away almost anything in its way, and as Fleur turns away from what she saw as a disappointment, intent on hunting down the other two champions and the Hind, she feels the earth begin to shake.
The earth and snow crack and split as trees and roots burst from the earth and begin to twist and spin cutting off her escape and beginning to crawl upwards toward the sky, Fleur's eyes widen as she tries to step into the Hedge and move past the wall and get to freedom, only to slam face first into the wall and falling backwards, "Rowan Wood! But how!?" Fleur thinks in shock before quickly getting to her feet and looking up into the empty tower-like structure created by magic that shouldn't be possible. The wood climbs higher and higher, twisting and turning into a cone-like shape that stands over the highest tree tops in the forbidden forest, sections of the tower fusing to create an airtight container with a single barred opening at the top.
"You know," the voice of what should be a dead Half-blood says from behind her, "I'm starting to think you were right about something," he says as Fleur turns around to see a wall of iron fall and Harry standing up, his wand raised above his head and the green and silver scarf tied around the lower half of his face, "Which means I'm going to owe my older sister and mom a very big apology, because, honestly, I'm enjoying this far too much to be healthy for me," Harry says before spinning his wand, turning the white falling snow black before holstering his wand and folding up the silver bow in his hand before reopening it to the blood-red spear as he looks at Fleur, grinning madly under his mask.
As Fleur takes a breath to speak, she feels the back of her throat begin to burn, followed by her nose, lungs, and eyes, then she starts to cough uncontrollably until blood begins to pour from her mouth, nose, and eyes. She looks at Harry, her eyes wide in panic as the boy settles himself in the starting position of the form of spearmanship he was taught, "Fun little fact that I know, during the Industrial Revolution the factories the Muggles used to build a bunch of stuff in used to throw large about of Iron dust in the air, polluting it," he says as his shining silver eyes narrow at the now panicking Half-Fae, "The trap has been sprung, and this is where my hunt begins," The Heir to the Hunt says in a whisper as the curse in the spear that was gifted to him, bursts to life before he charges at the Fae who had thought she was hunting him.
Chapter done!
The trap is sprung, and the Heir to the Hunt has his prey boxed in!
The reason Fleur is freaking out a bit is that conjured or transfigured wood shouldn't have magical properties, I mean you can't just conjure wand wood, or else Ollivander wouldn't have to buy any.
Getting a peak at the hunter's will continue in the next chapter, Idk if I'll do Sirius and Remus seeing that it's a full mom and Remus is going through the same thing Daisy is and I like to think that Sirius would be there for his friend. But werewolf transformations are not fun and are some of the most painful things a human can go through in canon, so I'm doing that here.
As for the Auror cloak, well, the Aurors are the police/army of the magical world and with so few of them, why wouldn't they get some cool shit to help fight dark wizards, right? What's up with Susan Bones? Well her Aunt is the head of the DMLE, so I would think she's very much a supporter of the Auror Corps and would be pissed about some random civi having one of the things that give them an advantage over the dark wizards they fight.
It's like a civilian wearing a military dress uniform, it's a big no-no.
Kingsaxcul, out!
