Anima Summa Book 3 - Into the Light by Anima Summa

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance, Action & Adventure
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 4
Published: 12/10/2003
Last Updated: 10/11/2003
Status: Completed

This is the third and last book in the series. The gang and their protectors start their final
quest - the search for the source of magic and the final spell that will complete the powers of the
Anima Summas. Voldemort grapples with the spells that will activate the Disc of Gates and unleash
it's awesome power on the world. And lurking impatiently in the Dark Realm are the
Nephilim...




1. A Death
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**Chapter 1** **A Death**

**DISCLAIMER:** This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK
Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and
Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark
infringement is intended.

Arthur and Molly Weasley looked on with astonishment at the number of people that came out
through their fireplace and walked into the kitchen at The Burrow. Professor Dumbledore was the
first one to arrive.

“I’m sorry to spring this on you both,” he said. “I hope you don’t mind putting up a few extra
people over the summer?”

“No, of course not Professor,” Molly replied as Dumbledore walked over and stood next to her,
then turned and watched the procession from the fireplace.

Sirius led the way, quickly followed by Remus, Ceri, Oliver, Katie, Charlie, Nadine, Jules
Denarnaud, Hermione, Harry, Ginny, Margot and finally Ron.

“We’ve got enough for two full Quidditch teams,” whispered Arthur. “I’d better add a few more
rooms to the house I think.”

The Burrow was already the most weirdly shaped wizarding house in the country following the
magical extensions that had been added the previous summer, and it was soon to become even more
bizarre.

Thoughts of house alterations were far from Molly’s mind, however. She stared open-mouthed as
she saw Ron sidle up to Margot and entwine her hand in his as he looked lovingly into her beautiful
green eyes. She returned Ron’s look in kind and then glanced shyly at Arthur and Molly.

Ginny, beaming from ear to ear, caught under her parents arms and pulled them towards the pair.
“Mum, Dad, come and meet Ron’s new girlfriend. This is Margot.”

Arthur held out his hand and Margot smiled as she shook it; then glanced nervously at Molly, who
was still staring, her eyes wide.

“Pleased to meet you Mrs Weasley,” said Margot.

Molly visibly shook herself, stepped up alongside Margot and caught under her free arm, dragging
her from Ron’s grasp as she led her over to the kitchen table. “Come and sit down Margot, let’s get
to know each other shall we?” Then her tone changed as she looked back over her shoulder. “Ron,
Charlie, Ginny – why didn’t I know about Margot sooner than this?”

“Mum!” they all said at the same time.

“Before you get too cosy Mum,” said Charlie, “meet our other guests. This is Professor Jules
Denarnaud, Margot’s grandfather. And these other two lovebirds are Oliver Wood and Katie Bell.
Katie’s Harry’s cousin on his father’s side.”

Arthur didn’t know where to start first. “Margot’s? Harry’s? We’d all better sit down, I think.
It seems we’ve got a bit of catching up to do!”

***

Later, while they waited for the ‘special’ dinner to be prepared by the excited Molly, the five
friends sat in the garden talking about the final quest.

“Thoth was an amazing person,” said Hermione. “I can remember everything he said down to the
last detail.”

“So can I,” said Harry. “Maybe our minds were more receptive when we were ghosts.”

“For my benefit, can you tell me once more what he said about the quest?” asked Margot.

“He said, *‘This is your final quest. Seek out my former existences and follow them back to
the beginning of wizard-kind – to the beginning of magic. When you finally arrive at the source of
our kind, you will find one last magical spell, the spell that you must use to deal with the horror
that will soon be unleashed on the Earth, the horror that threatens to disrupt the balance,’”*
said Hermione.

“How many former existences do you think he had?” asked Ginny.

“Who knows,” replied Hermione quickly. “But when we get to the end of the quest, we’ll know
where and how witches and wizards came into being – how magic started. This is so exciting! I can’t
wait to find out.”

“What bothers me,” said Ron, “is the bit about the horror soon to be unleashed. Do you think
that’s the Disc of Gates that ‘You Know Who’ has?”

“Professor Dumbledore thinks it could be much worse than that,” said Harry. “He thinks that
Voldemort may try to bring the Nephilim back from the Dark Realm.”

They all shuddered as they thought about it. Dumbledore, Remus and Snape had told them all they
knew about the fabled Nephilim and the Dark Realm.

“If they’re anything like Lammashta, then god help us,” breathed Ginny.

“They seem to think they’re worse than her Ginny,” said Harry. “Much worse.”

“We’ve got to keep our minds focused on the quest,” said Hermione. “We can’t be deflected by
what Voldemort might do. In any case, Dumbledore thinks he’ll only raise them if he thinks he’s
losing the war.”

“I wonder who the sixth team member will be,” said Margot. “Do you think it might be Katie?”

“Why do you think it’s Katie?” asked Ginny.

“I don’t know, really,” she replied. “It’s just so strange that after all this time, Harry’s
cousin suddenly comes into his life.”

“But don’t forget what Thoth said,” said Ron. “He said that we haven’t met the sixth member
yet.”

“No Ron,” said Hermione, thinking furiously. “He didn’t say that – he said that we don’t
*know* the sixth one yet. Think about it, we’ve met Katie before of course, but we didn’t
really know her – know her to be Harry’s cousin. What do you think?”

“I suppose it’s possible, but what do we do?” asked Ginny. “Katie obviously doesn’t know that
she’s the sixth one – she’d have told us. Thoth said that she, or he, would seek us out. I really
don’t know.”

“I think it’s best if we ignore the sixth one for now,” said Harry. “We won’t accomplish
anything by just speculating. All we can do is concentrate on the final quest. We’ve got to work
out what we’ve got to do to find out Thoth’s previous existence.”

They all nodded solemnly, but for the moment not even Hermione could come up with anything.

***

“No, *you* ask them Oliver!”

“But Katie – it’s so embarrassing. We’ve only just met them and they’re good enough to put us up
at The Burrow. *You* ask them.”

“But it’s just as embarrassing for me Oliver! Why don’t you have a word with Charlie? Maybe
he’ll be glad if you suggest that he swaps with me.”

“I don’t know Katie. Perhaps Charlie and Nadine aren’t – you know.”

Oliver had spent the last few nights doubled up with Charlie in his room, while Katie was in one
of the newly added rooms with Nadine. They’d become used to sharing a tent in the canyon at Qumran,
and they were quickly becoming frustrated with the new sleeping arrangements at The Burrow.

Oliver skipped a flat stone over the calm water of the river running at the side of the garden.
“I suppose we’ll just have to put up with it Katie. In any case, Harry told me that Fred and George
had put ‘creaking floorboard’ charms outside all the rooms, and they only activate after dark –
everybody’ll know if we start swapping rooms in the middle of the night.”

Katie giggled. “How do you think Harry and Hermione are coping?”

“You know the weird things they can do. Maybe they just – what do they call it, Zapparate - to
somewhere quiet – who knows?”

“It’ll do us some good to show a bit of restraint anyway Oliver. We really can’t risk upsetting
Mr and Mrs Weasley – not to mention Dad! I’ve only just found him and I don’t want him to think
anything bad about me.”

Oliver sighed, “He’ll never think anything bad of you Katie. Hey, maybe we could sleep in a tent
in the garden?”

“No Oliver – everybody will know what’s going on if we do that. Now why don’t you just be a good
boy for a little while?”

“Katie!” said an exasperated Oliver. “A little while might just drag on throughout the
summer!”

“I don’t think there’s much chance of that,” she replied, grinning. “As soon as Hermione gets
her head into gear we’ll be off to goodness knows where.”

“Well maybe I’d better tell her to start coming up with some answers soon then,” he said a
little petulantly.

Katie leaned against his arm, grinning as she looked into the water. Oliver turned and put his
arms around her shoulders, looked deeply into her eyes, and pulled her towards him very gently.

***

“What’s the Dark Side up to? Have you heard anything Sirius?” asked Charlie.

Sirius had called a meeting of the protectors in the kitchen to discuss their tactics when they
were with Harry and the others on the quest. He had a feeling that as soon as Voldemort deciphered
the spells and activated the Disc of Gates, the Anima Summas would be his first target.

He shook his head. “Nothing definite Charlie. I spoke to Dumbledore this morning and he said
that Snape has been busy trying to find out what’s going on, but apart from a lot of recruiting and
one other thing, nothing. It seems that ‘You Know Who’ is spending all his time on those
spells.”

“What one other thing?” asked Ceri.

“Snape couldn’t find out what exactly, but there’s something going on – he picked up a few
snippets of conversation about special training for a select band of Death Eaters.”

“Perhaps it’s something to do with the Disc of Gates,” said Remus, deep in thought.

“We don’t know,” Sirius answered. “But Snape’s doing his best to find out more. I’m sure the
headmaster will let us know as soon as he hears something.”

“What about the spy at Hogwarts?” asked Oliver. “Has anything been heard about Draco
Malfoy?”

“Only that his father’s arranged for him to finish his education at home,” said Sirius. “But
Dumbledore thinks that if ‘You Know Who’ has managed to find out that he’s turned away from the
Dark Side, then…” He trailed off, letting the others draw their own conclusions.

“So what about our tactics when we get out into the field?” asked Oliver.

“That’s why I called this meeting,” Sirius replied. “The worst thing about protecting the kids
is that we don’t really know the conditions and terrain until we actually get there – we just don’t
get the time to fully research the places in which we find ourselves, so we can rarely plan ahead
with any degree of confidence.”

“Do you think that will change on the final quest?” asked Nadine.

“I doubt it very much Nadine,” said Ceri, grinning wryly. “When those kids get a lead on what to
do next, they just want to go and do it straight away. Oh I’m sure we’ll get some indication of
what to expect, but not in the detail that we’d like.”

She looked at Sirius, who nodded for her to continue. “It’s best that we adopt the same basic
tactics that we used on the second quest. When we’re on the move, we surround them, but now that
there’re seven of us, it might be a good idea for two of us to take up a position well ahead of the
main group – scout around to try to pick up advance warning of any imminent attack.”

“That’s fine, Ceri,” said Remus, “as long as we know in which direction we’re heading, but we
won’t always know that. Remember when we followed the Roman road from the gap in Wales? We had to
rely on Harry to fly high above to try to pick out the route.”

“Well in that case, we just revert to our usual tactics and make sure we give protection from
all sides,” said Ceri.

“Hang on a minute,” said Katie, her brow creased in a frown. “Did you say that Harry had to fly?
Does he take his broomstick with him on the quests?”

“Uh… no Katie – but you’d better ask him yourself how he does it,” said Sirius, smiling.

“There’s one other thing,” said Ceri. “We got a bit complacent at Abydos and we very nearly paid
a heavy price. First Harry and Hermione decided they wanted a cuddle out under the stars and then
Ron went off and did his own thing. So whenever we have to camp out in the countryside, we’ve got
to maintain a watch at all times – we can work out the shifts according to the environment in which
we find ourselves.”

“And we’ve got to stress on the youngsters that they can’t go walkabouts whenever they feel like
it,” added Sirius. “But I’m quite sure they learned their lesson back in Egypt.”

“Fred and George told me they were working on a new gadget when I last spoke to them,” said
Oliver. “Have you heard anything about it?”

Ceri and Sirius exchanged puzzled glances. “Not a thing Oliver. Have they said anything to you
about it Charlie?” asked Sirius.

Charlie shook his head. “Nothing. Do you want me to get in touch with them?”

“That might be a good idea Charlie,” said Ceri. “If they’ve got something that will tip the
balance in our favour out there, I’d like to hear about it.”

***

“What was she like Dad?” asked Katie.

Sirius, Katie and Harry were sitting in the garden one afternoon, talking about Katie’s mother
and her family.

“She was a very gentle and sensitive girl Katie,” said Sirius wistfully. “She didn’t have the
bravado of Harry’s father and she was always on to us about breaking school rules.”

“So why were you so attracted to her if she was so different to the Marauders?” she asked.

“I don’t know. I suppose it was a bit like opposites attracting. Not much different from Harry
and Hermione really – she was always on to you and Ron about breaking the rules wasn’t she
Harry?”

Harry grinned. “She was when we first met up, but we soon cured her. Didn’t Auntie Janice get
involved in your escapades at all Sirius?”

“Oh no, Harry. She was dead against it. I remember how we first got together – James was teasing
her, trying to get her to help us with one of our pranks against the Slytherins, although he knew
she wouldn’t, of course. Well, she got a bit upset about it and I remember the tortured look in her
eyes. I couldn’t help myself – I sprung to her defence, much to the astonishment of the others, and
told James to leave her alone. She gave me a very strange look, smiled and whispered her thanks
before walking off. Well I couldn’t just leave it like that; I wanted to know what that strange
look meant, so I followed her. After that, we started to spend more and more time together.”

“I can’t understand why she didn’t rebel against her parents,” said Katie. “Why she didn’t come
back and tell you that she was pregnant.”

Sirius sighed, “Her parents, your grandparents Harry, were very strict Katie. I suppose they
always lived in fear that something like that would happen to her. I don’t know if she ever tried
to contact me – James was very reluctant to talk about it.”

“But why didn’t Dad tell you what was going on Sirius?” asked Harry.

“I’m not sure he knew anything Harry. He didn’t really get on with his parents – he was the one
who rebelled against the strict upbringing. He was a very strong character, a lot stronger than
Janice in that respect, and he didn’t have a lot of contact with them after she was taken away from
the school. Oh I know he tried to find out the reason why Janice was taken away – he loved his
sister dearly – but if he ever found out, he certainly didn’t tell me. I’ve agonised about that
ever since I found out about Katie, but we’ll never know now.”

“What was she like at school – academically?” asked Katie.

“Bright as a button,” grinned Sirius. “Always towards the top of the class. When I think about
it, she was a lot like Hermione, but without her strength of character. Not that she was a wimp -
far from it – but it must have been her over-strict upbringing that prevented her going against any
kind of authority.”

“How did she get on with my mother?” asked Harry.

“They got on well Harry. They weren’t best friends or anything, you see Lilly was in Gryffindor
and Janice was in Ravenclaw, so they were only together for any length of time when your mother and
father, Janice and I spent time together. But I suppose Janice felt a bit like the odd one out –
the studious Ravenclaw amongst three adventurous Gryffindors.”

“It must have been hard for her,” whispered Katie. “The gentle one amongst the devil-may-care
Marauders. She must have loved you a lot to put up with your antics.”

Sirius smiled. “We loved each other very much Katie. Never doubt that. I only wish that things
could have turned out differently for us all.”

***

“I like your set-up Arthur - very impressive.”

Jules was inspecting Arthur’s shed, filled with every-day Muggle devices. The piles of dead
batteries had long since been removed from around the walls.

“Have you worked out how that clockwork train I brought you last time works Arthur?” asked
Arbuthnot.

The Grangers had arrived earlier that morning to spend the weekend at The Burrow, and Arbuthnot
had brought a fresh supply of batteries and a few more Muggle items. Arthur’s eyes had gleamed with
excitement and anticipation as he’d inspected the smoke alarm and mobile phone.

“It’s amazing Arbuthnot,” he said. “Come and see.”

He led them outside to the far corner of the garden, where he’d laid out the track. But the
track wasn’t quite the same as Arbuthnot had brought him. He grinned and shook his head in
disbelief at the changes that Arthur had made. It wove around the trees and shrubs and at one point
climbed vertically over an old tree stump.

“That’ll never work Arthur,” said Arbuthnot, chuckling to himself. “A clockwork engine will
never be able to climb over that.”

Arthur grinned and wound up the mechanism of the little engine and attached it to the front of a
line of four small empty trucks. Then he stood back proudly as it chugged along the track through
the trees and shrubs and up to the tree stump, where it easily climbed up one side and down the
other.

Arbuthnot gasped, “How on earth did it do that?”

Jules laughed. “A little levitation spell Arthur?”

“Not really Jules,” he replied. “I just applied a few charms to the mechanism. They give it
extra power when the train needs it. I’m going to extend the track to go around the whole of the
garden when I get time, but first I’ll need to sort out a little problem I’ve been having. Those
blinking garden gnomes keep hijacking the train and driving it off into the undergrowth, so I’m
looking for an appropriate gnome-repellent charm I can use. I don’t suppose you know of any
Jules?”

Jules chuckled, “I may have one or two that might work, but as you know it’s notoriously
difficult to control those little blighters. I’ll check through some of my books later.”

“What are garden gnomes?” asked Arbuthnot, looking confused.

“Believe me Arbuthnot,” answered Arthur, “you really don’t want to know. Just be glad that
you’ve only got slugs to worry about in the Muggle world.”

All three men looked up as an owl flew low overhead, hovered for a few moments as it looked at
the crazy antics of the charmed little train, and hooted as it flew towards the other end of the
garden where Harry and the others were sitting. It perched beside Ginny, lifted its leg for her to
undo the sealed parchment, and then flew to the kitchen window hoping for a few scraps to eat
before returning to Hogwarts.

Ginny looked at the envelope and grimaced, “My OWL results I think.”

“Go on then Ginny, open it!” shouted Ron, remembering how she’d teased him when his own OWL
results had arrived last year. They’d had their sixth year exam results the day before – Hermione,
as usual, had finished top of year six, only rivalled by Margot, who’d had equally good marks in
the four exams she’d tried. Harry and Ron had been pleased to find that they’d done really well – a
testament to Jules’ accelerated learning spells.

Ginny continued to look nervously at the envelope, under the amused gaze of Harry and Ron and
the sympathetic gaze of Hermione and Margot.

“Would you like me to open it for you Ginny?” asked Hermione.

Ginny shook her head and her jaw set in determination. “No thanks, Hermione.”

She tore open the envelope and stared at the parchment for what appeared to be an inordinate
amount of time. Her face showed no reaction whatsoever.

“Well?” exclaimed Harry.

Ginny looked up slowly, her eyes wet and her lower lip trembling slightly. “I don’t believe it!
I’ve passed them all – I’ve even done better than Percy!”

Her friends hugged the incredulous Ginny and dragged her off towards the kitchen to give the
good news to her mother and the others.

***

The ghost sat all alone in a very cold and a very dark place. He didn’t know where he was, he
didn’t know how long he’d been there, having lost all track of time, and what’s more, he didn’t
really care. All he knew was that he was dead, and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He was in
the very depths of despair.

Once more he thought back to the events leading up to his death…

“I gave you plenty of warning Draco,” said Lucius despairingly. “Why didn’t you use the time you
had to get away?”

*“I…I knew it wouldn’t do me any good father. I’d have spent weeks, maybe months, wondering
when he’d find me. I know there’s no escape, so I might as well face the music first as
last.”*

*“Just don’t say anything to upset him,” said Lucius as he led his son into Voldemort’s
cave.*

*“Ah… Draco. You’re here at last.”*

*Draco shuddered at the evil gleam in the Dark Lord’s eyes and stood nervously in front of his
throne, glancing at his father every so often.*

*“Tell me Draco,” said Voldemort, visibly keeping his anger in check for the moment, “why
didn’t you tell me that Potter and his friends went to the pyramids in Egypt?”*

*“I… I…”*

*“You WHAT Draco,” Voldemort finally exploded. “You thought it wasn’t very important perhaps?
Or you couldn’t remember the way up to the Owlery? CRUCIO.”*

*Draco fell to the ground screaming as the fiery spell hit him in the middle of his chest.
Lucius bit hard on his bottom lip, not daring to raise a hand to help him. After thirty seconds,
Voldemort lifted the curse.*

*“Tell me why you didn’t let me know Draco, and I’ll know if you’re lying to me, so don’t even
think about it.”*

*Draco lifted himself up onto his elbows and stared fearfully at the Dark Lord. Then something
seemed to flash through his mind, making him abandon all caution. “I don’t think what you’re doing
is right,” cried Draco. “You shouldn’t be killing innocent people.”*

*“Ah, so now we have it,” hissed Voldemort. “You’ve turned away from me. You’ve decided to
help Potter have you?”*

*“No… I… I still don’t like Potter, but he and his friends don’t deserve to die,” whispered
Draco as he got slowly up from the floor, his legs shaking as he stood looking up at the Dark
Lord.*

“Don’t they now! And what do you think I should do about you Draco? Do you think that you
deserve to die?”

*“No, my Lord. I’ve helped you up to now. Doesn’t that count for anything?”*

*“You don’t just decide to leave my service Draco. No one does that. CONSIDER YOURSELF
TERMINATED!” Voldemort rose from his throne and pointed his wand once more at Draco.*

*“AVADA KEDAVRA.”*

*The deadly green beam hit Draco again in the centre of his chest. Lucius suppressed a
strangled sob as he watched his son drop slowly to the ground, where he lay unmoving, his eyes
staring blankly at the cave ceiling.*

*“Get him out of here Lucius. No one turns against me – not even your son,” hissed
Voldemort.*

*Lucius lifted Draco’s lifeless body into his arms and carried him back out of the cave, where
he Apparated back to the extensive grounds of his mansion. He shuddered with delayed reaction and
thought with dread about what he’d say to his wife. He lifted his head and howled with despair at
the cloudy sky. At that instant, he swore he’d get his revenge on the Dark Lord. He didn’t know how
and he didn’t know when, but he knew that when it came, it would be sweet. He silently cursed the
Dark Lord and the way he treated his servants. He, Lucius Malfoy, knew that an efficient and loyal
Death Eater force could not be maintained solely by force and terror. He knew that you reaped what
you sowed, and that when he took over the reigns of the Dark Side – after Voldemort inevitably met
his end – he would know how to treat his servants. He resolved to bide his time, and when the
opportunity presented itself, he would make sure that he would be in the right place to take over
the leadership.*

*He carefully laid Draco on the damp earth and stood for a while, looking down at his only son
and heir; then he walked up to the mansion to instruct his house elves to prepare a grave in a
secluded part of the rear garden.*

*Draco’s ghost – his Ba – raised itself out of Draco’s body and looked down at his lifeless
form in horror. The shock coursed through him as he stared at what he’d once been. And he wondered
what would happen next. He lifted his head to the sky in an instinctive reaction – hoping to see
some sort of salvation for his tortured soul.*

*High above, he saw brightness amid the dark clouds, a brightness that burst open to reveal a
portal of light, through which a brightly shining form drifted and moved down to stand at his side.
Draco reached out his hand imploringly.*

*“Wh… who are you?” asked Draco.*

*“I am a spirit of the Light,” replied the shining one. “I have come to give you council. Hear
what I have to say. You have done many bad things during your earthly existence and you have
thought many bad thoughts. But you have died because you turned aside from the Dark Path. You
considered the well being of others when you took the decision to renounce your evil ways, but your
path into the Light has not yet been set. You have begun the journey into the Light, but you must
do one more selfless act, one more thing that will ensure your place among the shining ones in the
Light Realm. You must wander as a shade until that time arrives. You will have time to reflect on
your life – consider your next actions very carefully.”*

*The shining form rose back into the light above and disappeared. The air around Draco
shimmered, and he found himself standing in a cold, dark place. All was still and silent – as
silent as the grave…*

He sighed once more as he reflected on his misfortune and wondered what he could do in this
deserted place to save his soul from the futility of eternal wandering.

***

“How’s the prototype coming along George?” asked Lee.

“We’re just putting the finishing touches to it Lee,” he answered.

Fred and George Weasley were sitting in the front room of the Shrieking Shack, eating lunch with
their friends and employees Lee Jordan, Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet. Their other five
employees, seconded to them by the Ministry of Magic, were still working on the production line
upstairs in the hectic task of keeping up with demand for their Whammos. Orders were still coming
in thick and fast from both the U.K. and America, and now that school had finished for the summer
holiday they no longer had the help of some of the seventh year students at the weekends.

“How’re we going to cope if the ministries like it?” asked Angelina. “We’re fully stretched
already with the Whammos.”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” said George. “We can probably persuade Cornelius
Fudge to lend us a few more ministry employees, but if he doesn’t we’ll have to try to get hold of
some of the students to see if they’d like to earn some cash during the school holidays – I’m sure
that Harry and Ron can rustle up some of their mates to help us. What do you think Fred? Fred…
Fred!”

Fred jumped. “What?”

“I said what do you think?”

“About what?”

“Have you heard anything we’ve been talking about?” asked George, looking askance at his
brother.

“Uh… sorry George, I was miles away then. Now what were you saying?”

A grin slowly spread over Angelina’s face. She’d noticed that Fred wasn’t taking much notice of
the conversation, and she saw in which direction Fred was staring before George jolted him back to
reality. She saved her observations for later, however, after she’d had a chance to fully think
through the implications.

“I said that if the new prototype takes off, we’ll have to get extra help.” George
reiterated.

“I’m sure Fudge will come up trumps or maybe we can see if some of last year’s seventh years
still haven’t found jobs yet,” said Fred.

The other four grinned at Fred and shook their heads. “I think all this work is getting to you
Fred,” said Alicia.

“Uh… no, I was just miles away,” said Fred. “By the way, I spoke to Charlie this morning – he
asked me about the new gadget and whether we could consider giving some to the protectors to try
out. What do you think?”

“Anything we can do to help the Anima Summas is ok by me,” said George. “We should be able to
get it ready for field trials by the end of the day, so we can go down to The Burrow in the morning
to give them a demonstration.”

“Right! Back to work then,” said Fred, getting up from his chair. “That lot upstairs must be
getting hungry by now.”

They all trouped up the stairs to the workshop to relieve the ministry people, Fred and George
walking over to the corner of the room to work on the prototype and the others taking their seats
around the large Whammo production desk in the middle of the room. Angelina made sure she was
sitting close to Alicia.

“What do you think of Fred’s little performance?” whispered Angelina as she leaned close to her
friend.

“I think he must be tired Ang – he’s been working very hard recently.”

“I know he has, but that wasn’t the reason why he was so distracted.”

“Oh?”

“Didn’t you notice where he was staring all through lunch?”

Alicia shook her head, looking baffled.

“He was staring at *you* Lissy. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice!”

“Angelina! I think you must be mistaken – Fred’s never said that he fancies me.”

“No mistake, Lissy. He was definitely staring at you all through lunch. What do you think about
him? Do you fancy him at all?”

“I… I haven’t really thought about it,” she replied doubtfully. “Fred’s… well, Fred’s just Fred
isn’t he.”

“So you’d say no if he asked you out on a date?”

“If Fred asked me out on a date I’d think he was up to one of his pranks – I’d just wait until
he said the punch line. You know what he’s like.”

“Is that a yes then?”

Alicia stared at her friend. “Now did you hear me say yes?”

Angelina grinned slyly. “No – but I didn’t hear you say ‘no’ either.”

The next morning, Fred and George prepared to go on their visit to The Burrow. They’d packed a
box of their new inventions and had made sure that there were enough stocks of materials up in the
workshop for the day’s production. Then they Apparated to a quiet spot just outside the confines of
The Burrow and walked through the rickety gate into the garden and the welcoming aroma of breakfast
being cooked.

“That’s one thing I miss Fred,” said George. “Mum’s cooking. I think we timed this visit just
right for a plateful of bacon and eggs.”

Fred grinned as they hurried over to the house. Then halfway across the lawn he stopped, his
mouth wide open, pointing to the line of bushes that bordered the left-hand side of the garden.
“Who the hell is that?”

George looked and gasped, “And what’s our Ron doing with her?”

Ron was unaware that his two brothers were watching him closely. Margot was equally oblivious to
the scrutiny of the twins as they walked towards the pair engaged in a rather intimate embrace.

“The old dog!” breathed George. “Why didn’t he tell us he had a girlfriend?”

“And more to the point, why didn’t Ginny tell us?” said Fred.

“Hey!” shouted George, grinning. “That sort of thing is strictly forbidden at The Burrow. If you
want to eat, the kitchen’s the proper place for that.”

Ron and Margot broke apart, Margot looking confused and Ron raising his eyes to the sky in
defeat. He’d managed to keep Margot a secret from the twins up till now, but he knew that they’d
find out sooner or later.

“Come on then Ron – introduce us!” exclaimed Fred, looking at Margot and shaking his head in
bewilderment that his little brother had managed to attract such a beautiful girl.

“Margot, these are my two brothers Fred and George. This is Margot, you two, and no teasing
her!”

Margot smiled as they both shook her hand, feeling the same confusion as everyone else who’d met
the identical pair. “Which is which?” she asked.

“I’m George,” he said. “How on earth did you meet this vision of loveliness Ron?”

Margot blushed prettily as she withstood the gaze of the twins. “I’ve heard a lot about you two
from Ron and Ginny,” she said.

“Why didn’t you tell us about her Ron?” asked Fred.

“Because I wanted to postpone all the teasing for as long as I could,” he replied sullenly.

Margot laughed. “I’m sure they’re both very nice Ron. They must be if they’re your
brothers.”

“We’re going to like you Margot,” said George, smiling. “You must be very special if you can
keep Ron out of the kitchen when breakfast’s nearly ready.”

Ron couldn’t conceal a smile. “Margot’s one of the helpers now. She’s with Ginny and me on the
Anima Summas’ second quest.”

Fred pointed to the box he was carrying. “We’ve got something here that might help you with that
– fresh from the amazing think tank of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. Charlie wants us to give you all a
demonstration on how they work.”

The four walked across the lawn and into the kitchen, just in time to join the others for
breakfast. Jules looked up in astonishment. “I think I must be seeing double,” he breathed.

After breakfast, Fred and George led everyone out into the garden to give their demonstration.
They stood in front of the others and each took a small object from the box and placed it in his
pocket.

“Right,” said Fred, walking back about ten yards into the garden. “Do your worst, Sirius. Try to
put a spell on me. You’d better use Rictusempra just in case.”

Sirius grinned. “Aren’t you sure it’ll work then Fred?”

“Well it’s worked every time during the trials,” he replied. “But you can’t be too careful.”

“What do they do?” asked Ceri, intrigued.

“Later Ceri,” said George. “First the demonstration, then the explanation. Go on then
Sirius.”

Sirius pointed his wand at Fred, who stood nonchalantly with his hands in his robe pockets, and
said the tickling spell. Everyone gasped as the beam of energy sped towards Fred, and just whizzed
through the empty space where he’d just been standing a fraction of a second ago. Fred grinned as
he stood about ten yards away from his earlier position. “You next Oliver – try something a bit
stronger if you like.”

Oliver pointed his wand at Fred and sent a full body bind spell – with the same result. Fred was
now standing back in his original position.

“How did you do that?” he gasped.

“Let’s get back to the kitchen and we’ll explain it all,” said George.

“So come on then,” said Remus as they all sat around the table. “What just happened?”

Fred took the small object from his robe pocket and held it up for everyone to see. “This is a
Relocator – our newest invention. We got the idea after we visited Camp Merlin a while ago – one of
the Aurors said it might be a good idea to work on something like this.”

It appeared to be just a small oval disc, about three inches at its longest axis, with a red
button at the centre. He handed the disc to Sirius to inspect, while George walked around the table
to give out the other Relocators from the box.

“Well we saw what it does,” said Katie, “but how does it work?”

“And what are the operating parameters?” asked Oliver.

“The what?” asked Fred, grinning. “It’s a sort of magical battery. It holds a suspended Apparate
spell, waiting for it to be activated by the user.”

“If you’re in the thick of a fight with Death Eaters, and you see a curse coming your way – well
you know yourselves from past experience that you just don’t have the time to concentrate and
Apparate to a safe place. This little thing does most of the work for you. All you have to do is
touch the button and you’ll be Apparated a short distance away, out of the path of the curse. Just
like you saw it do to Fred out in the garden.”

“That’s amazing,” said Ceri. “But what if it just Apparates you into the path of another
spell?”

“Ah, that’s where the clever bit comes in,” said George. “It senses the space around you up to a
distance of ten yards in all directions, and it works out the safest place to transport you. And
before you ask, we’ve tested it out on confined spaces – it wont Apparate you into the middle of a
solid object – it senses that you wouldn’t be safe materialising inside a rock wall, for
instance.”

“Well thank goodness for that,” breathed Ginny.

“But what if all the available space around you is full of curses being thrown?” asked Ron.

“Then, my little brother, you know that you’re luck’s run out. It will, in fact, relocate you
into the path of the least harmful spell, but if they’re all, say, the killing curse, then I’m
afraid it’s goodnight Vienna for you.”

“It’s a magical device,” said Fred. “Not a miracle worker.”

“Is the range limited to ten yards?” asked Sirius.

“I’m afraid so, Sirius,” said Fred. “We’ve tried to extend it, but anything further than that
distance has produced mixed results. We know that it’s completely safe within a ten yard radius,
but it doesn’t seem to be able to detect solid objects beyond that.”

“How many times will it work?” asked Ceri. “In a prolonged fight, we may need to use it more
than once.”

“We think it’s indefinite,” said George. “We used the same Relocator about fifty times in quick
succession during one of our tests. We think that once the Apparate spell is set on the object, it
just stays there.”

“Amazing,” said Charlie. “I think this could be a real life saver.”

“But you have to touch the button to activate it,” said Harry. “It can’t, for instance, detect a
curse from behind and activate itself?”

“We tried to make it an automatic process,” said George. “But we just couldn’t get it to work –
there’s just too many variables.”

“Can you let us have some of these?” asked Sirius. “I’d be much happier if we had these up our
sleeves when the Death Eaters attack.”

“Of course,” said Fred. “How many do you want?”

“Well there’re twelve of us, but we’re expecting one other to join the helpers at some stage, so
would you be able to let us have thirteen?”

“No problem,” said Fred. “You can have them now, and we’ve still got enough to demonstrate them
to the Ministry.”

“Just one question,” said Hermione. “What if you accidentally touch the button when there’s no
danger about. What’ll happen then?”

“Oh sorry,” said George. “We forgot to tell you the most important bit. You have to activate the
device before you use it. So when you think there may be a possible attack, you hold your wand onto
the button and say, ‘*CITO FABRICA’.* To deactivate it, you say ‘*COMPLEO FABRICA’.* Any
more questions?”

“Yes one,” said Margot. “How on earth do you manage to think up and make something like this?
It’s incredible.”

“I just knew we’d like you Margot,” said George, grinning.

“You have to have a bit of a devious mind Margot,” said Fred. “We’ve been into that sort of
thing for ages, thinking up pranks to pull on the Slytherins. Ask Sirius and Remus – they’ll know
exactly what I mean.” Moony and Padfoot nodded their heads in agreement.

“Thank you both,” said Nadine. “I’ve got a feeling that we’ll be thanking you even more before
this quest is finished.”

“Right,” said George. “We’d better get going Fred. We’ve got an appointment with Marcus at the
Ministry in less than an hour.”

Marcus Heatherington-Jones greeted the twins warmly as he ushered them into his office. “Sorry
the minister can’t be here, he’s at No. 10 briefing the Prime Minister on the latest
developments.”

“You’re the one we want to see Marcus,” said George. “We’ve just delivered some of the new
devices we spoke to you about to the Anima Summa group and they seemed quite keen to try them
out.”

“Well if they can do what you say they can, they’ll be an important asset in the hard times
ahead. I’ve had a quick word with ‘Mad-Eye’ Moody and he’s keen to put them on trial in his war
games at the training camp. How many have you got for us?”

“We’ve got twenty on us, and we can knock up another twenty by tomorrow morning,” said Fred.

“Fine,” said Marcus. “I’ll take the ones you’ve got. I’m going over to Camp Merlin this
afternoon. Perhaps you can deliver the rest to Moody tomorrow. Right, you’d better tell me how they
work.”

***

That evening, Bill Weasley paid one of his lightening visits to The Burrow following a meeting
he’d had to attend at Gringotts in Diagon Alley. Like the twins, he was quite taken with Margot and
hadn’t quite got over his astonishment at seeing his little brother with such a stunning girl.

He collared Sirius over by the edge of the garden, doing one of his frequent security
inspections.

“So Sirius, have you spoken to her yet?”

Sirius pulled a face. “No Bill. After the shock of finding out I’ve got a daughter, I just
haven’t seemed to find the time.”

“You’ll regret it Sirius – take it from someone who’s let more than one beautiful woman slip
through his fingers.”

“I know Bill, and I *will* speak to her. It just seems… well, a bit insensitive with Katie
close by most of the time. I don’t want her to think that I’ve completely abandoned the memory of
her mother.”

Bill nodded. “I can see what you’re getting at, but that was a long time ago. I’m sure that
Katie will understand.”

“I hope so Bill, I really do.”

Ceri and Nadine were sitting in Ceri’s bedroom, talking about Sirius in a very similar way that
the two men were talking about *her*.

“He hasn’t said anything,” said Ceri in answer to Nadine’s probe.

“I can’t understand him,” said Nadine. “Bill was so sure that he’d say something.”

“I think I know why, Nadine. He’s afraid of upsetting Katie. I can understand the way he feels
because I’ve been feeling the same way. The reason I haven’t pushed him into saying something is
because I don’t want to get in the way of her mother’s memory. I know it happened a long time ago,
but they’ve only just found each other, and what would she think if I made a play for her father at
such a time as this?”

“I’m sure Katie would understand Ceri, she seems to be a very warm and understanding sort of
girl.”

“She is Nadine – I can tell from the emotions I’m picking up from her. But I can’t help thinking
that things have changed, even if it is only temporarily. Don’t forget, if Sirius and I get
together and perhaps get… married, I’ll be Katie’s stepmother. I’ve got to get my head around that
– as will Katie.”

“So what are you going to do?”

Ceri thought for a few moments. “Nothing Nadine. If Sirius thinks we can get together, he’ll
have to choose the right time to do something about it. He’s got more than one female to think
about now.”

***

The next morning, Harry and Hermione strolled hand-in-hand around the garden before breakfast.
Harry leaned over and whispered into her ear.

“Have you still got your naughty desires under control?”

Hermione stopped walking and stared at her boyfriend. “Harry Potter – that’s an awful thing to
say. You know as well as I do that they’re under control, as are yours. And anyway, they’re not
naughty.”

Harry grinned. “Just teasing Hermione. Do you think we should have a word with Ron? Give him
some advice on how to curb his wicked desires?”

“Honestly Harry, what’s got into you this morning? And what makes you think that Ron’s got
wicked desires on Margot anyway?”

“He’s a boy isn’t he? I know how I felt before the rings put a lid on my urges.”

“And Margot’s a very intelligent and sensible girl. She won’t let anything like that happen, I’m
sure.”

“No? Have you seen the way she looks at him?”

“Harry! She loves him, but that doesn’t mean that she’ll jump into bed with him the first chance
she gets!”

“That sounds like a very interesting conversation,” said Ron as he and Margot stepped out from
the bushes. Margot’s face was flushed, but Harry wasn’t sure whether that was from embarrassment at
listening to the conversation or something else that may have gone on in the bushes.

“Who were you talking about?” asked Ron. “Charlie and Nadine?”

Harry opened his mouth to answer, but quickly closed it as Hermione stepped down hard on his
left foot.

“Uh, something like that Ron,” said Hermione as she caught under Margot’s arm and led her off
into the garden away from the boys.

“What was that all about?” asked the confused Ron, watching the two girls walk away from
them.

“Don’t ask *me* Ron,” said Harry, a pained expression on his face as he bent down and
vigorously rubbed his foot.

Ron looked down at Harry. “Harry. Can I ask you something?”

Harry straightened up and looked at his friend, wondering what was coming – the last time he’d
had that odd expression on his face he’d asked Harry how to go about kissing a girl. “What!”

“Uh, you and Hermione. Have you… uh… have you… you know, had any strong… urges?”

Harry grinned. “What sort of urges Ron?”

“You know what I mean Harry – you must have felt… certain things… when you’re close to her.”

“Of course I have Ron. I may be the Anima Summa, but I’m still flesh and blood. Why do you
ask?”

“’Cause I’ve had them too. And I’m afraid to say anything to Margot about it – I’m her first
boyfriend, and she’s my first girlfriend and I don’t want to spoil anything between us. What I want
to ask you Harry is… how do you cope with it?”

“I’ve got help Ron,” said Harry, lifting his hand and showing Ron the ring.

Ron’s mouth dropped open. “You mean… he… he’s helping you control your feelings?”

“Not my feelings Ron – just my, uh, let’s just say my natural desires.”

“You lucky bugger! You can’t lend me the ring for a bit can you?”

Harry grinned and shook his head. “Sorry Ron, I don’t think Hermione would be very pleased with
me if I did that!”

“She knows about it?” asked Ron, incredulously.

“Of course she does – the ring is helping control her desires as well.”

“You mean… she felt the same way as you did?”

“Ron – Hermione’s flesh and blood as well isn’t she?”

“I know that Harry, but… but I though girls didn’t get the same sort of urges as us boys.”

“What? Oh they do, Ron, believe me they do. What made you think they didn’t?”

“I don’t know – they’re different to us aren’t they?”

“Ron – they’re not that different!”

“You’re lucky Harry – you know exactly what Hermione’s thinking and feeling whenever you touch
her, but how do I know what Margot’s thinking and feeling? Maybe she doesn’t feel the same way as I
do about… about… you know.”

“There’s only one way to find out Ron – ask her!”

“What! I couldn’t just come out with something like this. She’ll think I’m a pervert or
something!”

Harry laughed. “She won’t Ron. If I’m not too mistaken, she’s probably agonising over the same
things as you are. Talk to her!”

“How much did you hear?” Hermione asked Margot nervously.

“Enough,” replied Margot. “But I don’t think Ron realised you were talking about us.”

“I’m so sorry Margot. Harry’s been in a very funny mood this morning, but we wouldn’t hurt you
two for the world – you know that don’t you?”

Margot smiled. “Of course I do – and thanks for defending my honour.”

“We shouldn’t have been talking about our friends like that – what you two do is none of our
business,” said Hermione.

Margot smiled once more, this time a little wryly. “Hermione – Ron’s been the perfect little
gentleman and nothing like that has happened - he hasn’t even said anything about it. I think he’s
afraid of how I’ll react.”

“You’re the first girl that Ron’s been out with Margot. And he’s always been a bit shy when it
comes to girls. How do *you* feel about things?”

Margot turned to face Hermione, her brow creased and her expression worried. “I’ve never felt
anything like this before Hermione. I love him so much, and I… I… I’ve been getting these funny…
feelings. I think that something’s wrong with me sometimes.”

Hermione reached out and held Margot’s hand. “There’s nothing wrong with you Margot. There’s
nothing wrong with feeling those things – I felt the same things about Harry, and if it wasn’t for
the rings, I don’t think we’d be able to resist them. The rings are helping us control our desires,
Margot, but you and Ron only have yourselves to help each other.”

Margot’s eyes grew wide. “The rings are helping you both?”

“Yes. They told us we have to remain pure in mind and body until the prophecy is fulfilled.”

“Since Ron and I are part of the prophecy, then I suppose that applies to us as well, don’t you
think?”

Hermione frowned. “I suppose you could be right Margot. Look – why don’t you speak to Ron about
it? Under all that bravado he’s a very sensitive and understanding boy. Believe me, if you let this
fester and build up, it might cause a rift between you – and it might get in the way of what we’ve
got to do – so speak to him about it.”

Margot turned and looked towards Ron speaking to Harry at the other end of the garden, and
nodded her head. “I will Hermione. I’ll just have to find the right time to do it.”

Ginny watched her friends from her bedroom window and wondered what they were talking about. She
had the feeling that whatever it was, it seemed fairly serious, and hoped that nothing was wrong.
She sighed as she walked over to her bed and sat down, cupping her cheeks in both hands as she
leaned her elbows on her thighs.

‘I feel like the odd one out,’ she thought. ‘I wonder who the sixth helper will be, and when…
he… will find us? Oh I *do* hope it’ll be a boy!’

***

Crabbe Senior walked into Voldemort’s cave and strode up to the Dark Lord sitting on his throne.
“You called for me, my Lord?”

“Yes Crabbe, I can’t find anything in my library that will help me translate these spells, and
time is getting short. If I don’t get some answers soon, the Anima Summas will achieve their full
powers and they’ll be more difficult to eliminate. I’ve been thinking – Irem is in the desert
region, and the spells and disc were hidden there as well. I want you to speak to that group of
Death Eaters we met at Petra. I want you to find out if they know of any scholars versed in the
arts of ancient languages and ciphers – I’ve got the feeling that the answer to our problem lies
somewhere out there in the desert.”

Crabbe nodded. “Yes my Lord. I’ll leave for Petra immediately.”

Later that afternoon, Crabbe managed to locate the leader of the Death Eaters in the ancient
residential area towards the centre of Petra.

The Arab scratched his chin, deep in thought. “There is one that may be able to help the Great
One,” he said. “He lives near Amman. He’s a very old wizard – something of a recluse – he stays in
his hut for most of the time, surrounded by his books and parchments. He’s always trying to find
hidden messages in the ancient writings.”

“Can you persuade him to come with me to the Dark Lord’s cave?” asked Crabbe.

The Arab nodded. “I’m sure that he’ll be honoured to contribute to the cause of the Dark. Come,
there’s a Portkey to a place close to his home not far from here.”

Ten minutes later, Crabbe and the Arab stood outside a mud brick hut that stood not far from the
main highway outside the city of Amman. The Arab glanced at Crabbe and then knocked on the door
once more, this time more forcefully. After another minute, the door creaked open a fraction and an
old and wizened face peered out of the narrow crack.

“Yes. What do you want?”

“Ahmed,” said the Arab, bowing slightly. “Greetings. There is something of great urgency that we
must speak to you about.”

Ahmed glanced at Crabbe, and then opened the door fully. “You’d better come in then,” he said as
he walked back to his desk and sat down in a rickety wooden chair.

Crabbe explained his mission, and Ahmed listened with increasing interest.

“I may be able to help,” he said. “You said these spells are in a script that you’ve never seen
before?”

“That’s correct,” said Crabbe. “The Dark Lord thinks it may be an ancient cipher, and he wants
you to help him unravel it.”

“I must admit to being very intrigued,” he replied. “When do we leave?”

A little while later, Ahmed bowed to the sinister figure of Lord Voldemort. “It is a great
honour to be able to help in your great task.”

Voldemort nodded. “I am told that you specialise in ancient ciphers and languages. If you help
me to read these spells I will show you something that will make your mouth drool with longing.
Succeed in your task and I will allow you to see some of the pages of the Necronomicon.”

Voldemort drew out the fabled black book from his robes and held it so that Ahmed could see the
cover. Ahmed’s eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open to its fullest extent.

“The Necronomicon,” he whispered. “I thought it was lost forever.”

“This will be your reward if you translate the spells,” said Voldemort, grinning evilly as he
saw that Ahmed would apply all his vast experience to the full to be able to feast his eyes on the
knowledge contained in the Necronomicon. He held out the parchment of spells. “Take these and work
at the back of my cave. Wormtail will bring you food and drink whenever you feel the need.”

Ahmed reached out and took the parchment, but he didn’t immediately look at it. He had eyes only
for the Necronomicon.

***

Charlie and Nadine grinned at each other as they walked down to the cabin in the little valley
in the Langedoc, bathed in the warm sunshine of mid-morning. They’d arrived a little earlier and
had walked over to the spot where they first found each other, romantically speaking, the previous
year. After spending a few poignant minutes there revelling in their memories, they continued on
down to the cabin, hoping to surprise Nadine’s brother, Demont. Sirius had allowed them to take the
day off from their ‘protector’ duties, since nothing much seemed to be happening at the moment.

“He’ll be surprised to see us,” said Charlie.

“I know,” Nadine replied, grinning. “But he loves surprises.”

They walked up to the cabin and went in – but Demont was nowhere to be found.

“Demont. Demont!” shouted Nadine. “Funny, he doesn’t usually start on his rounds for another
hour or so. I wonder where he is?”

“I hope the magical creatures in the forest haven’t started acting up again,” said Charlie.
“Perhaps that’s why he isn’t here – he may have gone to the forest early.”

“Charlie? Nadine?”

The pair turned and looked up at Demont, standing at the top of the stairs with a blanket
covering his middle.

“You lazy so-and-so,” said Charlie. “I always thought you were an early riser Demont!”

“Uh. I didn’t expect you,” said Demont a bit nervously.

“Who is it Demont?” shouted a female voice from the bedroom.

A grin slowly spread over Nadine’s face as she stared at her brother. “Who have you got up there
brother dear?” she asked, revelling in his obvious discomfort.

A dark-haired, scantily dressed woman peered over Demont’s shoulder and stared at the couple on
the ground floor of the cabin. “Oh,” she said as she raced back into the bedroom, quickly followed
by Demont.

“We’ll be down in a few minutes,” he shouted over his shoulder. “Put the kettle on.”

“Well the old scoundrel,” said Charlie, grinning broadly. “Perhaps we should have told him we
were coming.”

“What! And miss all this? No way, Charlie – this is just perfect!”

“You’re a wicked little witch,” said Charlie, grinning as he caught hold of his girlfriend and
planted a kiss on her forehead.

She squirmed free and trotted over to the kitchen, where she filled the kettle, pointed her wand
at it, and then poured some ground coffee into the coffee pot.

It was brewing nicely by the time Demont walked down the stairs, closely followed by a
nervous-looking woman of about the same age.

“Uh, this is Anne-Marie,” said Demont, smiling as he turned towards his girlfriend. “And this is
my sister, Nadine, and her boyfriend Charlie Weasley.”

They sat down as Nadine poured four cups of coffee and handed them around. She still hadn’t lost
her grin as she appraised Demont and Anne-Marie. “So, when did this happen then? I *thought*
you were hiding something from me Demont.”

“Sorry,” said Demont. “I wanted to spend as much time as I could with Anne-Marie before you
started snooping around. I should have known better than to try to keep it quiet.”

Charlie looked at Anne-Marie and saw immediately why Demont had become attracted to her. She
brushed a few strands of her black hair away from her dark eyes, eyes that were full of mystery and
held that special quality that few men were able to resist. “How long have you been together?” he
asked.

“A few months now,” said Anne-Marie. “We met at the French Ministry of Magic.”

“Is that where you work?” asked Charlie.

“Yes – but I’ve… uh… got a few days off.”

Demont glanced nervously at Charlie and his sister and quickly added, “She works in the Care of
Magical Creatures office, and she wanted to come up here to take a look at the dragons that caused
so much bother back last year.”

Nadine pursed her lips, her eyes twinkling. “Hmm,” she muttered almost inaudibly, although
Charlie managed to catch what she said, “Curiouser and curiuoser…” Nadine was now convinced that
Demont was holding something back, and the body language from the pair absolutely cried out that
something very mysterious, and perhaps even clandestine, was afoot.

Now Nadine was very similar to her future sister-in-law, Ginny, when it came to picking up on
thinly veiled intrigues, and she resolved to find out more about it. She sat, thinking furiously,
as she observed her brother and his girlfriend, wondering what she could do to uncover what was
behind it all.

Nadine stood up and walked over to Anne-Marie, caught under her arm, and pulled her towards the
door. “You boys talk about old times,” she said. “Anne-Marie and I’ve got a bit of catching up to
do of our own.” She made eyes at Charlie, and glanced in the direction of her brother. Charlie
grinned, knowing that his girlfriend wanted him to quiz Demont.

The two girls walked out into the bright morning sunshine. “I want to know exactly where and how
you met,” said Nadine. “What he said, how nervous he was – everything!”

Anne-Marie laughed. “Demont said you were a very inquisitive girl.”

“Demont?” said Charlie after the two girls disappeared outside the cabin. “What’s going on? What
are you keeping back from us?”

Demont squirmed as he withstood Charlie’s piercing gaze. “Nothing Charlie. There’s nothing going
on… I… we… we’re just a bit embarrassed about being caught with our pants down, so to speak.”

Charlie grinned slyly and shook his head. “You’ve never struck me as being the shy type, Demont.
You might as well tell me – you know that your sister won’t rest until she finds out what’s going
on.”

Demont sighed and raised his eyes to the ceiling. “I can’t Charlie… believe me, I can’t.”

Charlie and Nadine opened the rickety gate and walked slowly into the garden at The Burrow,
having returned from France just a few minutes previously.

“What did he say Charlie?” asked Nadine.

“Nothing. He said that he couldn’t tell me - whatever it is.”

“Hmmm. Anne-Marie wouldn’t say anything either. Oh, she told me how they met and all that, but I
could tell that she was holding something back.”

“I wonder what the devil it could be?” said Charlie. “I have to admit to being completely
baffled by it all. Hey! You don’t think that Anne-Marie is Demont’s boss’ wife, or something like
that do you?”

Nadine laughed. “No I don’t think so, Charlie. I can’t see my brother getting mixed up in
anything like that! I wonder if… No! It can’t be…”

“What!” shouted Charlie as he saw the way his girlfriend was concentrating furiously on some
hidden thought.

Nadine slowly shook her head. “No, it can’t be!”

“What!” yelled Charlie, beside himself with curiosity.

“I’ll tell you when I’ve managed to find out a bit more. I may be completely wrong about this,
so I don’t want to say anything until I’m sure about it.”

“Nadine!” gasped Charlie, but his girlfriend just smiled wryly and took off towards the kitchen
door.

***

Voldemort sat on his throne in his cave, looking over his shoulder with irritation every so
often. He leaned forward and spoke to Crabbe, who was standing in front of the throne with Travis,
Wormtail and Lucius.

“Can’t you get him to stop all that babbling?”

Crabbe suppressed a grin as he looked towards the back of the cave where Ahmed sat hunched over
the parchment of spells, muttering to himself in Arabic as he wrote hurriedly onto another piece of
parchment.

“The leader of the Arab Death Eaters said he was a bit eccentric,” answered Crabbe. “But I
wouldn’t advise stopping his flow of thought – he might be close to unravelling the cipher.”

Voldemort grunted in annoyance. “Well I hope he won’t be long! I’ve been thinking – now that we
haven’t got a spy at Hogwarts any longer, we’ll have to find some other way of keeping tabs on
Potter and Granger. School starts back in just over a month’s time. Any ideas Lucius?”

Lucius jumped slightly. “No my Lord.”

Voldemort grunted once more. “Crabbe? Your son is still at Hogwarts isn’t he? Do you think he
can do a little spying for us?”

“No my Lord,” said Crabbe hastily, thinking about the fate that befell Lucius’ son. “Vincent and
his friend Gregory Goyle aren’t very… uh… bright. I don’t think they’d be much help to us.” He
thought for a few moments. “But there may be someone else who could fit the bill. I’ll speak to my
son tonight and find out where the student lives. Then I’ll see what I can do.”

“Good,” replied Voldemort. “You’d better take this with you.” He handed Crabbe the Invisibility
Cloak that he’d snatched from Draco after he’d killed him.

“There’s something else I’ve been thinking about – the Anima Summas have their protectors, an
elite force that goes with them everywhere. I want to build up my own elite force of Death Eaters
in addition to the solid core of special Death Eaters you’re training at the moment, specially
trained in the arts of detection and elimination. I want them to work full time on finding the
Anima Summas and taking care of them. If they can capture them, all well and good – I still want to
get at their ancient knowledge – but if not, they are to kill them. I want you to select thirty of
the best Death Eaters from the bunch getting the special training. Then I want our best instructors
to get them ready for the task. Lucius, you and Travis will be responsible for selecting them and
overseeing their training. Now go.”

Lucius and Travis bowed and walked out of the cave, leaving Crabbe and Wormtail still standing
in front of the Dark Lord’s throne. An odd sort of noise suddenly came from the back of the cave,
and Voldemort closed his eyes and shook his head. “He’s hungry again Wormtail. You’d better see to
him.”

Voldemort watched Wormtail walk over to Ahmed, then turned back to Crabbe. “Right Crabbe, now
tell me who this student is.”

***

Harry’s seventeenth birthday party was a somewhat muted affair. Everyone appeared to be jovial,
but they were also quite tense. The five youngsters hadn’t been able to uncover any leads on the
final quest, and they were feeling the weight of the great expectations of the Wizarding Community
on their young shoulders.

Dumbledore had made several visits to The Burrow, and although he was very supportive and hadn’t
put any pressure on them, his very presence spoke volumes about his concern that no progress was
being made with the quest. He did his best to put their minds at ease, hinting that perhaps their
worrying was creating the blockage to their progress. Although the headmaster said nothing, they
all knew that Fudge must have been putting a lot of pressure on him to jolly up proceedings.

Hermione, in particular, felt she was under a lot of pressure. She knew that everyone looked to
her to find a way through the cryptic messages and puzzles along the winding and devious path of
the quest, and here she was, stumped at the very first hurdle. Harry tried his best to put her at
ease, but he knew how she felt about it all.

It would be at least another week before the breakthrough came.

***

The next morning, Crabbe walked back into the cave and bowed to the Dark Lord. “It’s done, my
Lord. The spy will start working for us even before school starts in a month’s time. I’ve given
instructions that a watch should be kept on the school in case Potter and his friends decide to
visit the library ahead of time. I’ve arranged for my wife to receive any messages from the spy,
and she’ll relay them to us here.”

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction. “Excellent Crabbe – well done.” He glanced over his shoulder
to the back of the cave before turning once more to speak to Crabbe. “You’ve done better than that
Arab. Every time I’ve spoken to him he says he’s almost cracked it – and that’s at least ten times
a day! Are you sure he knows what he’s doing?”

“Yes my Lord, he comes with the highest recommendations. Perhaps the ancient cipher is too
difficult even for his expertise.”

“Humph. Come on Crabbe, let’s speak to him and see how far he’s got with it.”

Crabbe followed Voldemort to the back of the cave and stood over Ahmed, who looked up from the
reams and reams of parchment littering his desk.

“How are you coming along Ahmed?” asked Crabbe.

Ahmed shook his head sadly. “Every time I think I’ve found the key to it, something else crops
up to block the way. I’m beginning to think that a very, very powerful wizard has charmed it. I
haven’t seen anything like this before – the cipher defies any normal method, and even all the
abnormal ones I know, to break the code.”

“Do you think the Anima Summas may have done it before they hid it?” asked Voldemort.

Ahmed nodded. “I think that may well be the most likely answer, my Lord.”

Voldemort straightened and breathed loudly, “Crabbe – you’d better get Lucius and Travis back
here as soon as they’ve set up the special training. I think we’ve got to pay another visit to Irem
– I’ve got to speak to the Guardian of the Gate again, I think.”

***

It was the middle of the night at The Burrow, the only sounds being the hoots of Hedwig and
Pigwidgeon as they spoke to each other out in the garden.

Margot lay sleeping in the bedroom she shared with Ceri, but her sleep was far from peaceful.
Her head slowly rolled on the pillow, and her beautiful face contorted in mental torture as she
dreamt.

‘She stood at the side of her newfound friends, looking at the evil spectre of Lord Voldemort as
he raved before them. He held the Disc of Gates high over his head as he glared with venomous
hatred at the youngsters before him.

*A flash…a new scene…Darkness…*

*They stood looking down at the ground with horror. There, lying in the pathetic and
heart-rending pose of the utterly destroyed, was a lone figure. But Margot couldn’t make out the
features. She couldn’t see who it was who was dead.’*

She awoke with a start, the tears running down her face. Ceri bent over the trembling girl, her
face full of concern. “What is it Margot? Have you had a dream?”

Margot nodded, and spoke with a trembling voice, “It was awful Ceri. I don’t know who it was,
and I don’t know when it will happen. I saw death, Ceri – I saw a death.”

Ceri looked worriedly out of the window of the bedroom as Margot clung desperately to her,
sobbing pitifully into her shoulder.

**Author’s Notes :** There aren’t any images for this chapter, but normal service will be
resumed in chapter 2. Many thanks for your reviews at the end of the last book – they’re
appreciated. To answer some of the queries :

Egyptologists faking their finds? – Yes, it certainly happened – Vyse’s deception is just one of
the more famous cases. But to be fair to them, Egyptologists are generally an honourable and
talented bunch. My main gripe is their steadfast refusal to accept any evidence that goes against
their long-held beliefs in what actually happened in ancient Egypt.

Should a load of Muggles have been at some of the ancient sites they visited? In some cases –
yes, they were there. Especially at the Great Pyramid and the Sphinx, but not at Djedi’s tomb –
that was on the other side of the Giza Plateau, away from the main tourist haunts.

Too many romantic liaisons, and none of them get killed? – I’m a sucker for looking after the
heroes – mostly.

Should book 3 be a bit darker, and should I kill off a few of the good guys – or should I keep
them nice and safe? – Now that would be telling, wouldn’t it!

Does James really have a sister in JK’s novels? I don’t remember her writing anything about that
– but if you’ve spotted anything, please let me know.

The size of the Death Eater and Auror forces? That’s a difficult one. I decided that I wanted to
expand the action a bit – hence the recruitment drives in the fic. And if you look at OOTP it seems
to confirm a larger force of Death Eaters in the first war. When Moody shows Harry the picture of
the original OOTP, he mentions 21 of them. A little later, it says that they were outnumbered by
20-1 by the Death Eaters. So there were some 420 Death Eaters around back then.



2. Between the two Rivers
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Chapter 2 Between the Two Rivers

**DISCLAIMER:** This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK
Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and
Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark
infringement is intended.

Margot and Ron walked hand in hand around the edge of the garden one morning. Margot hadn�t
spoken much since breakfast, and Ron�s attempts to get his girlfriend to talk didn�t seem to be
working. He frowned as he looked at her out of the corner of his eye � he could see that something
was worrying her.

When they walked around behind the large beech tree at the back of the garden, Ron stopped and
reached out to take hold of Margot�s other hand, gently pulling her around to face him. �Margot�
you seem� uh� a bit worried about something. Do� do you want to tell me about it? You haven�t� you
know� gone off me or anything have you?�

Margot looked puzzled for a moment as she stared into the concerned eyes of her boyfriend. She
hadn�t said anything about her horrible dream to anyone other than Ceri � they�d both agreed that
it wouldn�t serve any useful purpose to worry anybody with it. But at this particular moment she
had something else on her mind. Her eyes opened wide as she realised what Ron was saying. �Oh Ron,
of course I haven�t gone off you. I� I love you � you know that.�

Ron�s expression changed to one of great relief and he let out the breath that he�d
unconsciously been holding.

�Ron,� said Margot, looking down at the ground shyly, �it� it�s about something that Hermione
said the other day. I� I�ve been getting these� feelings.� She looked back up into Ron�s eyes, her
face colouring up. �Oh� I don�t know how to say this!�

Ron pulled her towards him and gently eased her head onto his shoulder. �Just say it,
Margot.�

�But it�s so difficult,� she replied. Then she whispered into his ear, �I� these feelings� I can
feel them now� they�re about us, Ron, and I think you might not like me so much if I tell you about
them.�

�Margot!� exclaimed Ron as he eased her away to look into her tortured eyes. �There�s nothing
you can say that�ll do that � you know that.�

Margot put her head back onto his shoulder, shielding her eyes from the piercing gaze that tried
to look into her soul. �Hermione told me that the rings are helping her and Harry with their�
feelings. But there�s nothing helping *me* Ron!�

Ron�s eyes flew open and a red tinge crept up his face - he was glad that Margot couldn�t see
his reaction. �Margot,� he whispered, �Harry and I� talked about it as well. He told me what the
rings are doing. He said that you might have these� feelings� as well, but I didn�t really believe
him.�

Margot gasped and she pulled away. �Ron� oh, I knew you�d think I was � not nice� if I told
you!�

�I� I don�t think you�re not nice Margot. I� I�ve been having the same feelings � it�s all I
seem to think about these days. You�re the nicest girl I know � it�s just that I� I just didn�t
think you could have those sort of feelings for someone like me.�

Margot smiled weakly. �And why not, mon petite chevalier rouge?�

Ron didn�t answer � he just pulled Margot to him, holding her tightly.

�I think� Hermione thinks as well� that we should wait until the quest is over before we� before
we� you know. We both think that we all have to stay� pure� until it�s all over.�

�Hermione knows about this?� said Ron weakly.

�Of course � she went through the same sort of thing with Harry last year. But they�ve got help
� we haven�t.�

�Then we�ll just have to be very� uh, careful,� he replied, and then grinned slyly. �Perhaps
I�ll ask Ginny to run shotgun over us.�

�You will do no such thing, Ron,� she said, drawing back once more. �Ginny�s got problems of her
own without getting involved in ours.�

�What problems?� asked Ron, his face full of concern.

�Just� girl problems Ron. Forget I said anything to you about it. It�s nothing that she can�t
handle on her own.�

***

It was just over a week after Margot�s dream before she had the next one. But she wasn�t alone �
she shared it with the Anima Summas. They all experienced exactly the same details, which they were
able to remember the following morning.

�This is weird!� said Harry as he sat talking with the other four the next morning. �Why do you
think all three of us dreamt the same thing?�

Margot shook her head. �It�s not the first time I�ve experienced something like that � it was
very similar to my dream at the end of the last quest, when I spoke to you in the twelfth hour of
the Duat. But although I was dreaming then, you weren�t, of course � to you it was all too
real.�

�All this dreaming stuff is way beyond me,� said Ron. �The only things I dream about are
Quidditch and food � although not necessarily in that order!�

�Ron!� exclaimed Ginny. �Don�t be so flippant � this could be very serious.�

�I only said what my dreams are about, Ginny,� said Ron, looking hurt. �I know it could be
serious.�

Hermione had contributed nothing to the conversation up to this point � she sat deep in thought.
Then she looked up at her friends. �I think it must be part of our ancient powers and knowledge
coming to the surface.�

Harry frowned. �What makes you think that?�

�Well, the dream was primarily about us � the Anima Summas � and I think that because Margot was
sleeping so close to us, and knowing her ability to experience dreams and visions, she just
mentally picked up on it and� well, just joined in. What do you think, Margot, you know more about
this sort of thing than any of us?�

Margot thought for a few moments. �Well I�ve heard of shared dreams between two people before,
mainly between two psychically compatible people who are very close. But I�ve not heard about three
people sharing a dream, and it�s certainly the first one I�ve experienced. But I suppose that what
you say is theoretically possible, especially considering the joint powers of the Anima
Summas.�

�That�s amazing!� exclaimed Ginny. �I wish I could have joined in on it!� She glanced at Ron a
bit warily. �Tell us again what you saw in the dream.�

�Well,� started Harry, �Hermione and I were walking down by the river bank, and we heard a noise
coming from one of the bushes.�

�That�s where I joined in,� said Margot. �I walked through the bushes and up to Harry and
Hermione.�

�Then the three of us started talking about Thoth,� continued Hermione. �And with that, he just
appeared in front of us, sitting on the ground reading his book. He didn�t say anything; he just
looked up at us and pointed to the book. Then he smiled and disappeared.�

�Then we had this sudden urge to Zapparate to somewhere,� said Harry. �I don�t know where � but
we just knew that we�d find Death Eaters there.�

�Did you feel that as well Margot?� asked Ginny.

�Well not exactly,� she replied. �I knew that Harry and Hermione had to go somewhere, but I
didn�t feel that I had to go there myself.�

�Then we all felt this sudden sense of urgency,� said Hermione. �It was really strange � a
deep-seated feeling that we had to do something. Not the urgency to Zapparate � this was something
else.�

�What was it you had to do?� asked Ron.

�We don�t know,� replied Hermione. �I can only describe it like one of those itches somewhere
deep beneath your skin � an itch that you can�t quite reach to scratch it.�

�Then it was over,� said Harry. �It wasn�t until Margot tackled us about it that we realised
that we�d all had the same dream.�

Ginny�s head suddenly shot up, her eyes ablaze. �Have you read it yet?�

�What?� they all said.

�Have you read it yet!� she repeated. �The Book of Thoth � he was pointing to his book in the
dream � then you had this feeling of urgency. I think it�s something that�s been embedded in your
minds, something that gives you a bit of a jog when something starts to materialise in the Book of
Thoth.�

�Of course!� said Hermione. �Why on earth didn�t we think of that before?�

Harry frowned and reached out to hold Hermione�s hand. He sent his thoughts to her, but spoke
them as well for the benefit of the other three, �I think it�s all part of the lethargy that seems
to have settled on us since the summer holidays began. We�ve all wondered why we haven�t made any
progress with the quest, but I think it�s all been part of the quest.�

Hermione nodded silently, understanding Harry�s thoughts, but the others just looked puzzled.
�What do you mean Harry?� asked Ron.

�Thoth told us that we wouldn�t be able to read his book until the time was right. Perhaps it�s
only now that the time is right. Perhaps all this lethargy and agonising over what to do was just
meant to be. Perhaps we were being taught the virtue of patience or something. It�s difficult to
explain it in words, but you know what I�m getting at Hermione.�

She nodded. �I know Harry, and I think you�re right. It�s as if my mind has been� sort of�
opened up again. Even now, I�m beginning to see things more clearly, and think them through. I just
haven�t been able to do that for the last month or so.�

�Before you tell us your ideas Hermione,� said Ginny, �don�t you think you and Harry should
materialise the book of Thoth and see what�s written there?�

Hermione nodded and reached out her hand to Harry once more. He caught it and they both closed
their eyes, concentrating on materialising the book of Thoth. The surface of the grass in front of
them started to shimmer, then the book appeared as a faintly glowing papyrus scroll.

They all looked at it expectantly, but then Ron gasped, �It�s still blank!�

�Hang on a minute, Ron,� said Ginny. �Last time we saw it there was only one page � but you can
see that there�s about five pages now. Maybe there�s something written on the pages
underneath.�

Harry reached out and flipped over the pages of the scroll, all of which were blank except for
the fifth and last page. They saw that about half the page was covered in Egyptian
hieroglyphics.

�What does it say?� asked Margot.

Hermione scanned the columns of script and then summarised what was written. �Thoth is talking
about an ancient spell; one that Harry and I can use. He says that in times of strife, the forces
of Dark can be located by use of this spell which, it seems, Harry and I already have in our
memories � one of the spells that Jesus gave us below Rennes-le-Chateau. We can use it to Zapparate
to them.�

�Anything else?� asked Ginny.

Harry shook his head. �That�s all.�

�Why do you think the first four pages are blank?� asked Ron.

�Probably because we�re not yet ready to read what�s on them,� replied Harry. �But I can�t see
the relevance of this particular spell to solving the quest.�

Hermione grinned suddenly. �I think that�s part of it. Thoth is just telling us that there are
spells and knowledge for us to find � but once we find something, we can�t just go off and use it.
We�ve got to be a bit cleverer and use our judgement in how we apply the knowledge � some things
are better saved for later use. What do you think?�

�I suppose that makes sense � I think,� said Ron, doubtfully.

�I think we�d better tell Sirius and the others about this,� said Margot. �That spell might come
in handy if we want to locate where the Death Eaters are � you know, to check if they�re hiding out
along our intended path or something.�

�Of course, once we get our full powers, we could use it to locate Voldemort, I suppose,� said
Hermione.

Harry straightened up from his crouched position suddenly. �Yes! We can use it to get to
Voldemort � maybe that�s why Thoth told us about it now, before Voldemort translates those spells
and activates the Disc of Gates. I think we should find him as soon as possible and stop him!�

�Harry, we can�t!� exclaimed Hermione. �Didn�t you hear what we�ve been saying? We�ve got to
apply a bit of shrewdness to this. I think it�ll be a big mistake to tackle Voldemort before we�ve
got access to our full powers.�

Ginny shuddered. �Come on. Let�s find Sirius and the others.�

***

�At last!� hissed Voldemort as Lucius and Travis walked into his cave. �Have you set up the
special team?�

�Yes, my Lord,� answered Lucius. �As we speak, thirty of our best Death Eaters are beginning
their intensive training.�

�Good. Crabbe, is the Portkey ready yet?�

Crabbe nodded. �Yes, my Lord. We can leave for the desert immediately.�

Voldemort walked over to Ahmed who was still toiling away, trying to crack the cipher that hid
the spells. He�d come to look on his task as more than just an intellectual challenge; he now saw
it as an affront to the immense knowledge and prowess that he possessed, and he absolutely refused
to believe that someone was capable of thwarting his best efforts � even if that someone *had*
been an Anima Summa!

�You stay here to work on the spells, Ahmed,� said Voldemort. �I should be back later this
evening with some answers to help you complete the task.�

Voldemort strode out of the cave, followed by Lucius, Crabbe, Travis and Wormtail. He didn�t
hear what Ahmed muttered under his breath � luckily for Ahmed. �I don�t need any help! I just need
more time.�

Five minutes later, the five Dark Wizards strode purposefully through the cleft in the cliffs
and into the ruined city of Petra, heading towards El Deir and the magical entrance to the fabled
city of Irem.

The petrified body of Findus Plonger still stood at the entrance to the Temple of Gates, but
didn�t attract even a cursory glance from Voldemort as he led his group inside. The four torch
holders were still in place around the inky black alter, and Wormtail was sent to bring more of the
other-worldly dark material from the building next door to replenish what had been consumed when
the last ritual had been held.

�Will you use the Disc of Gates to channel the magical energy this time, my Lord?� asked
Crabbe.

Voldemort shook his head. �No Crabbe. We�ll use the Necronomicon again � I don�t want to risk
the Nephilim getting through the gate yet.�

Voldemort climbed up the steps to the top of the altar and placed the Necronomicon on its black
surface. He looked down and waited until the torch holders were filled and lit and his four
servants went to their correct places; then he started the ritual.

As he proceeded, Voldemort looked up at the temple walls and saw that once more, some of the
pieces of black material started to spark into life. He watched as his helpers knelt on the ground
and raised their arms, chanting the strange words of the ritual. He looked back down at the
Necronomicon, lifted his wand, and chanted the words that were there. Green light burst from the
end of his wand and covered the Necronomicon, while the black material on the walls now glowed and
pulsed with the green light.

The Dark Lord spoke the final words of the ceremony as he pointed his wand at the book before
him. �SA KAPU� GEN KURUM.�

Green light started to stream down from the walls onto the Necronomicon, where it gathered for a
few moments before sending a beam of green power towards the fresco at the far end of the
temple.

The beam stopped midway between the altar and the fresco and a small black hole started to form
in the air at the place where the light was concentrated. Slowly, a small area of white light
started to expand at the centre of the hole, extending outwards to consume the blackness. Then it
was finished; the gate had been opened once more.

Voldemort could just make out the shadowy form of the Guardian undulating in the background.
Then the image became clearer and the Guardian stared into the temple, his evil gaze taking in the
dark-cloaked figures before him.

�Voldemort!� said the Guardian of the Gate. �Where have you been? I told you to keep me informed
of your progress!�

Voldemort glanced at the Death Eaters below the altar, and again saw that they had not heard the
Guardian � the voice was for his ears only.

�That is why I am here,� he replied. �I have recovered the Disc of Gates and the spells, but I
have paid a heavy price. Hundreds of my best followers were killed or captured in a fierce battle
at the place where the spells were hidden. But I prevailed, and I now have the ancient relics.�

�And what of the Anima Summas? Have they been eliminated?�

�No,� replied Voldemort. �But my campaign of terror has started, and the wizarding communities
throughout the world tremble with fear. But there is a problem. The ancient spells have been
scrambled in such a way that they cannot be read. I believe that it was the ancient Anima Summas
who did this deed before they were hidden. I have come to seek your advice, for all attempts by my
best scholars have failed to reveal the spells.�

The Guardian stared at the Dark Lord for a few moments. �I am not pleased with you Voldemort. If
you are as dark as you say you are, you should have the knowledge to cut through the spell of
Light. But no matter � seek out the secret abode of another Dark Wizard, the archenemy of the
ancient Anima Summas. The answers that you seek will surely be found within his secret chamber. Go
to Abydos - to the tomb of Osiris. At the back of that place you will find a small column of copper
that supports a rounded recess that holds, or once held, the likeness of Seth. Twist the column and
open it.�

Voldemort nodded. �You have my gratitude. I will take my scholars to Egypt and find the answers
to the riddle.�

�I do not want your gratitude, Voldemort. We grow impatient. I want to know when you have
eliminated the Anima Summas. Then we can come into your realm and take our revenge.�

�As soon as I have the spells, the Anima Summas will be my first target. When they are dead, I
will return and open the portal fully.�

�Be quick, Voldemort, our patience wears thin.�

The Guardian gazed with evil eyes as the light shimmered, and the gate to the Dark Realm closed.
Voldemort stared for a few moments at the spot where the portal had been, and breathed deeply. He
fought to control his anger at being spoken to as if he were a mere puppet of the Nephilim, but his
anger eased at the thought that he now had the key to unlocking the spells. He placed the
Necronomicon inside his robes, then turned and walked back down to the temple floor.

�Come � we have to collect Ahmed and then go to Egypt to find the secret chamber of Seth.�

***

�No Harry! I absolutely forbid it!�

Sirius stared angrily at his godson and run his hand through his black hair once more. �How can
you even think of tackling �You Know Who� before you�ve got access to your full powers!�

�But Sirius,� said Harry, looking abashed, �if we can stop him translating those spells, we�ll
be saving a lot of innocent lives, I know we would.�

�I know Harry,� Sirius said more gently. �Look, I�m sorry to have lost my cool, but I really
don�t think it�s a good idea. You�ll be placing yourself in great danger, and not only yourself �
Hermione would have to be there with you as well. Do you want to risk her getting hurt?�

Harry glanced at Hermione sitting next to him at the kitchen table. �No,� he whispered.

Katie leaned across the table and squeezed Harry�s arm. �Dad�s right Harry. Now isn�t the time
to go chasing across the country after the Dark Lord. Listen to what Hermione said � she made a lot
of sense.�

Harry smiled wryly at his cousin. �She always does Katie. I sometimes allow my impatience to get
in the way of her judgement, I�m afraid.� He turned to Sirius. �All right Sirius, don�t worry � I
won�t do anything stupid.�

Hermione smiled at Harry as she caught hold of his hand in hers and gently squeezed.

�Hermione,� said Ginny, �you said earlier you were starting to get a few ideas about the quest.
Let�s go back outside and talk about them.�

The five youngsters got up from the table and walked into the garden, where they sat in a
circle. Four pairs of eyes stared at Hermione � waiting for her to start talking.

She breathed deeply, looking at each of her friends in turn. �I don�t think you�re going to like
this. We�ve got to trace Thoth�s previous existences back to the place where wizard-kind was
started.�

�And we haven�t got a clue how many former lives he had,� said Ron. �We could go on a tour of
all the ancient sites in the world for all we know. Remember last year when we had to chase after
the places where poor old Pontius lived?�

�I don�t know Ron,� said Hermione. �But don�t forget that we�re looking for a civilisation that
existed before Egypt, and there aren�t many of those as far as we know.�

�You�ve got somewhere in mind?� asked Harry.

�Yes, Harry,� she said shaking her head. �I can�t believe I didn�t think of it before. And this
is the bit you�re not going to like � especially you Ron.�

All four stared at Hermione, waiting.

�Ancient Sumer,� she said. �As far as we know, that was the greatest civilisation before the
Egyptian dynasties started. In fact, many scholars believe it was the very first great civilisation
in the history of the world.�

�But it can�t be Hermione,� said Margot. �Thoth told you to follow his previous existences �
plural. So there must have been one or more even earlier civilisations than Sumer.�

Hermione nodded. �I know, Margot. That�s another thing that�s worrying me. We don�t know �
nobody knows � of any great civilisation before Sumer. So when we get to the stage where we have to
look for it, or them, there just won�t be any information available. There won�t be any books about
it, so we won�t be able to do any research. What do we do then?�

�First things first,� said Ginny. �Let�s get the Sumer one sorted � then we�ll worry about the
rest.�

�Where is Sumer anyway?� asked Ron.

Hermione looked at Ron and smiled wryly. �Mesopotamia Ron. The land between the two rivers �
Iraq.�

�Oh bloody hell!� Ron exclaimed. �It was bad enough having Death Eaters to worry about, now
we�ll have Saddam bloody Hussein as well!� (*Note: The quest took place before the recent events in
Iraq, of course.)

�I don�t think we�ll have to worry too much about him Ron,� said Hermione. �I�ve got a feeling
that the places we�ll have to go to will be miles from anywhere � out in the desert where the
ancient cities once stood.�

�And knowing Saddam Hussein,� said Ron quickly. �He�ll have probably chosen that very spot to
hide one of his chemical weapon stockpiles.�

Margot rubbed Ron�s shoulder. �Don�t be so pessimistic Ron. I�m sure we won�t come across
anything like that.� Ron soon forgot his agitation as he turned and became lost in the warm gaze of
his girlfriend�s beautiful green eyes.

�How come you know so much about Muggle current affairs Ron?� asked Harry.

�I heard Mr. Granger talking about the situation in Iraq with Dad and Margot�s grandfather,� he
replied.

Margot smiled. �Those three get on so well together. You wouldn�t think they would, given their
completely different backgrounds.�

�It�s probably because Dad and Professor Denarnaud are so interested in the Muggle world,� said
Ginny. �But talking about Sumer - I thought it was called Sumeria, Hermione,� said Ginny.

�That�s a mistake that many people make, Ginny. The name, Sumeria, has only come into use
recently � derived from the name of the people of Sumer � the Sumerians.�

�So what makes you think that Thoth was in Sumer?� asked Harry, looking at his girlfriend.

�Because,� she replied, �most scholars think that the art of writing started in ancient Sumer.
The clay tablets uncovered at the start of the twentieth century have been dated to before the
Egyptians. And we know that Thoth invented writing � ergo, Sumer!�

�Ok, you�ve convinced me,� said Harry, smiling. �So what else do you know about the place?�

�Uh � nothing,� she replied. �I just remember reading a bit about it when we were researching
Thoth.�

�And you didn�t read about the name of the one who invented writing in Sumer?�

�No, I�m afraid not,� she replied.

�Well I suppose that means we�ve got to get back to Hogwarts to do a bit of reading again?�
asked Ron, smiling wryly.

�Spot on Ron,� said Hermione. �Let�s get back and tell the others.�

Ginny grinned. �Oliver and Katie�ll be pleased about that.�

Hermione frowned. �Why�s that Ginny?�

Ginny glanced at Harry. �Uh nothing. I�ll tell you later.�

She went to follow Ron and Harry as they walked back to the house, but her progress was suddenly
halted by both Hermione and Margot as they caught hold of the back of her robes.

�What about Oliver and Katie, Ginny?� whispered Hermione.

Ginny looked to make sure that Harry was out of earshot. �Don�t tell me you haven�t noticed!
Can�t you read the body language?�

Margot smiled. �Our sense of intrigue isn�t as well developed as yours Ginny. You�ll just have
to tell us.�

Ginny raised her eyes to the sky. �You two are an affront to the female of the species. Though,
I suppose you *have* got two very good excuses for not being so attentive! It�s obvious that
Oliver and Katie are a bit� uncomfortable. I don�t think they like the� uh� sleeping arrangements
very much.�

�Ginny!� gasped Hermione. �How do you know that?�

�I told you, Hermione � body language. And haven�t you seen them sneaking off into the bushes
down by the river?�

�Oh Ginny!� said Margot. �You don�t think that they� you know� in the middle of the night?�

�Oh no, Margot. They don�t play midnight musical chairs. Oliver probably knows that Fred and
George have put �creaking floorboard� spells all around the upstairs corridors in the house.�

Hermione gasped once more. �I thought they were just joking when they said they�d do that!�

Ginny grinned. �Fred and George are always joking � but they don�t joke about jokes. They take
their pranks very seriously, you know.�

�So�� started Margot.

Ginny nodded. �So they�ll probably think that the sleeping arrangements will be a bit more�
flexible, shall we say, when we get back to Hogwarts.�

�You never cease to amaze me Ginny Weasley,� said Hermione as the three started walking back to
the house.

***

Alvis Grimwald looked down at the small village nestling at the bottom of a little valley at the
North Eastern end of the Pennine Mountains in North Yorkshire, and glanced across at the line of
thirty Death Eaters under his command.

Excitement and anticipation coursed through his veins. This was the first field training
exercise to be held for the special squad of Death Eaters, charged with the task of tracking down
and capturing, or killing, the Anima Summas. Their instructors sat about half a mile away, perched
on the top of one of the grassy summits, and had an excellent view of the action that would soon
follow.

The village of Skipleigh only had ten cottages and a small shop, but it housed one of the small
wizarding communities that dotted the North Yorkshire Moors. It had been specially selected for the
exercise because, in addition to the eleven magical families living in the village, a team of
twenty Aurors was also based there, housed in several tents at the edge of the village.

Alvis quickly worked out his tactics, based on the training he and his team had been given, and
gestured to his second in command, Hindley Musgrove.

�There are five Aurors on guard duty,� he said quietly. �Two at the far end of the village, two
at the near end, and one over by the tents. The rest of the Aurors must be inside eating their
lunch. I�ll take seven of the team and approach from the far side to take care of the guards there.
Then we�ll go around the back of the village to take the two at the near side. You take the rest of
the team and wait for my signal to attack the tents and the last of the guards. Once we take them
all out, we can tackle the village people.�

�What about the detection devices?� asked Hindley. �They�re bound to have the place covered with
them, and they�ll be far enough away from the village and tents to give the Aurors time to
react.�

Alvis pointed to the line of tall trees that bordered the lane that led into the far side of the
village. �The range of those devices is no more than about fifteen yards. We�ll approach behind
those trees on broomsticks, high enough above the ground to avoid being detected. Once we get
behind the cottages, we�ll attack from the roof of the cottage at the far end. They won�t know what
hit them.�

Then he pointed to the hill behind the tents at the other end of the village. �You take the
others on broomsticks to a position behind that hill, but make sure you�re at least fifteen yards
above the ground. Keep your eyes on me and wait for the signal to attack.�

Hindley nodded and crept across to the men to pass on the instructions. Alvis selected seven of
the Death Eaters and after mounting their broomsticks, flew low behind the ridge, which led up to
the lane at a point about a mile and a half away from the village. Hindley waited a few minutes
before gesturing for the rest of the team to fly along the back end of the ridge in the other
direction, towards the back of the hill behind the tents.

Ten minutes later, Alvis and the seven Death Eaters perched on the roof of the end cottage,
looking down at the two Aurors, who were talking quietly to each other, oblivious to the danger
that lurked above them. Alvis looked to the far end of the row of cottages and waited until the two
guards walked out of sight behind the far cottage before starting the attack. He motioned to two of
the best shots in the team, and watched as the two Aurors were hit by stunning spells � they didn�t
use stronger curses for fear of causing too much noise. They fell to the ground with hardly a sound
being made.

Alvis then led his men, flying just below the ridgeline of the cottage roofs, towards the place
where the other two Aurors were slowly patrolling. He looked towards the hill behind the tents and
saw Hindley hovering just above the summit, looking towards him. He raised his arm in the air, and
then dropped it, while at the same time muttering to his hot shots to take out the two guards
below.

The Auror standing close by the tents looked up in surprise as he saw more than twenty
black-cloaked figures bearing down on him from the sky. He opened his mouth to shout a warning, but
was hit by a killing curse before a sound left his lips. Then the flying denizens landed and were
soon joined by Alvis and the other seven Death Eaters. They split up into small groups and stormed
into the tents, flinging curses ahead of them.

The remaining Aurors were caught completely by surprise and stood no chance. Within a few
minutes they were all dead, no mercy having been shown to them. Alvis looked with satisfaction at
his team � not one of them had been hurt in the skirmish � and then led them towards the cottages,
directing half the team towards the back end of the little village.

By this time, some of the residents had stepped outside their homes to see what was going on �
they�d heard the sounds of curses being flung during the attack on the tents. Some of them managed
to Apparate away, grabbing hold of their children, but some weren�t so lucky. They shared the same
fate that the Aurors in the tents had suffered.

All the action had been seen by a young girl, a witch of about twelve years old, who�d been out
walking in the hills at the other side of the valley. She looked on in growing horror as she
observed the attack, and dropped low to the ground, trembling with fear. She�d never understand why
she couldn�t drag her eyes away from the terrible carnage in the valley below, but from one point
of view, it was a good thing that she saw everything that happened.

It would be her that would give Marcus Heatherington-Jones the realisation that a new breed of
Death Eater was at large - a force that was intelligent, resourceful and deadly � far different
from the usual fare served up by the Dark Side.

***

Professor Dumbledore had a grim expression on his face as he listened, together with his team,
the protectors and the five youngsters, to Marcus giving his report on the attack at the village.
Cornelius Fudge, �Mad Eye� Moody and Jules Denarnaud were also there in the headmaster�s office at
Hogwarts.

�That doesn�t sound like any Death Eater force that I�ve come up against,� said Oliver. �We were
overcome by sheer numbers at Qumran, and they didn�t employ any sophisticated tactics. But this is
different. Eighteen Aurors and twenty three villagers killed and two Aurors stunned, and not one
Death Eater hit in return!� He shook his head in sadness and disbelief.

�I think the conflict is entering a new phase,� said �Mad Eye�. �We can only hope that there
aren�t too many such Death Eater teams out there.�

�And it took a twelve year old girl to tell us about it,� said Marcus. �If it wasn�t for her,
we�d still be in the Dark. The two Aurors who were stunned, and the few villagers who managed to
escape, didn�t have a clue what happened.�

�I can�t believe that there are many Death Eater teams like that out there!� Sirius suddenly
exclaimed. �Your average Death Eater is high on brutality and short on brains � this group must be
the elite of the whole sorry bunch of them.�

Dumbledore looked with narrowed eyes at Sirius. �I think you�ve hit the nail right on the head
there, Sirius. I�ve been pondering why such an advanced force using sophisticated tactics would
want to attack a harmless little village. Now this is the first we�ve seen of them, so I wouldn�t
mind betting that this was some sort of training exercise � a flexing of muscles prior to more
important engagements.�

�What�ve you got in mind Albus?� asked Fudge.

Dumbledore glanced at Harry and the other four teens and pondered for a few minutes before
answering. �I can�t be sure, but it�s best that you hear what I�m thinking, just in case. I can�t
help feeling that they�re a team being specially groomed to prevent these youngsters completing the
final quest.�

Charlie gasped, �What makes you thing that they�ll be their target Professor?�

�Voldemort hasn�t had much luck stopping them up till now,� he replied. �So it�s reasonable to
assume that he�ll try something a lot more potent. He probably wants to buy some breathing space
until he can get at the spells to activate the Disc of Gates. After that, he�ll probably feel that
he�ll be invincible.�

�If you�re right, Professor,� said Ceri, �we�re going to have to be far more alert and aware of
possible dangers than we�ve been up till now. It�s a good job we�ve got the Relocators from Fred
and George!�

�I may be completely wrong about this, of course,� said the headmaster, �but it doesn�t hurt to
be aware of the possible danger. Severus � I think you�d better make it your priority to try to
find out as much as you can about this group.�

Snape nodded. �Yes Headmaster. There�s a meeting of the local group in a few days time. Goyle
Senior will be there, and he�s usually a bit loose-lipped if prodded in the right direction. I�ll
do my best.�

�Thank you Severus,� said Dumbledore, and then looked at Hermione. �Right � what about the
quest? I assume you�re here to use the library?�

�Yes Professor,� she replied. �We think that we have to go to ancient Sumer, but we don�t know a
lot about it, so we�ve got a bit of reading to do.�

Dumbledore stroked his beard reflectively. �Sumer eh - now there�s an ancient civilisation! But
you may not be able to find a lot of books on it in the library � at least not in the main
sections. Your best bet is the Muggle section I think, but if you feel you need more, I�m sure we
can purchase them.�

He raised his eyebrows towards Fudge, who nodded solemnly. �I�ll get two of the people in my
office to buy some. They�re avid readers of anything to do with Muggle history, and they tell me
there�s a very good bookshop not far from Diagon Alley. I�ll get them on it as soon as I get back
to the office.�

�Thank you Cornelius,� Dumbledore replied. �Right. A spot of lunch anyone?�

***

�The headmaster was right,� said Hermione. �There�s not a lot about Sumer in the library at
all.�

The five sat around their usual table in the library looking at the three books in front of them
� all they�d been able to find. Ron and Margot selected one of the books to read, Ginny and Harry
another, and Hermione picked up the final one, before settling down to find out as much as they
could about ancient Sumer.

An hour later, Ron let out one his usual comments, �This book is so bloody boring!�

�It�s all we�ve got Ron!� said Hermione, looking towards Margot.

�I�m afraid Ron�s right about this book Hermione,� she said. �Most of it is about the
descriptions of Ubaidian pottery, down to the tiniest detail. There�s not a lot about the Sumerian
culture at all.�

�Ours is the same as well,� said Ginny. �Just a list of excavated artefacts and their
descriptions. It�s just so dead! What about yours Hermione?�

�Not a lot better, I�m afraid,� she replied. �The frustrating thing is that it just hints at
Sumerian culture and their religious beliefs, and just lists all the cuneiform tablets that�s been
unearthed. I think these books were written by academics for academics, as a sort of reference to
the purely archaeological aspects of Sumer. What we need are books that�ll bring their civilisation
to life. We need to know who they were, how they lived, what they believed, and of course, who
their gods were.�

�We�ll just have to wait for Fudge to send us what his people have been able to find,� said
Harry.

Ron glanced at Hermione. �You ment



3. The King of Uruk
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Chapter 3 The King of Uruk

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infringement is intended.

“It’s a good thing you had your wits about you,” said Dumbledore. “Professor Snape arrived back
from the Death Eater meeting ten minutes too late to warn you.”

The team had just given their report to the headmaster and his close advisors on the events at
Eridu. Although it was in the early hours of the morning, no one back at Hogwarts had been able to
sleep, and had waited anxiously for news from Iraq.

“Well it looks like our suspicions have been confirmed,” said Sirius. “That elite squad has been
set up to track us down when we’re on the quest.”

“But how did they know we were going to Eridu?” asked Oliver. “Do you think there’s another spy
here at the school?”

“I don’t see how,” said McGonagall. “There aren’t any students here. Indeed the only people at
Hogwarts at the moment are us in this room.”

Dumbledore stroked his beard. “You five saw no sign of anyone when you were doing your research
in the library?”

“No Professor,” said Harry. “We made sure there was no one hiding anywhere amongst the rows of
books.”

“Hang on a minute,” said Remus, taking the Marauders’ Map from inside his robes. He laid the map
on the headmaster’s desk, said the spell that would activate it, and then looked at it carefully,
shaking his head. “No one. Apart from us, the map isn’t picking up anyone else in the school or in
the grounds, apart from Hagrid and Fang in the hut.”

“It might be a good idea to check the map whenever Harry and the others are about to do more
research in the library,” said Dumbledore. “Just in case.”

“So what’s next on the agenda?” asked Professor Flitwick.

“We’ve got to find out what this message means,” said Hermione. Ginny took her parchment from
her pocket and placed it on the table.

“I don’t suppose any of you can read Sumerian cuneiform?” asked Harry, looking hopefully towards
Professors Dumbledore and Denarnaud.

Everyone shook their head. “I’m afraid not, Harry,” said the headmaster. “That’s an even more
obscure and ancient language than Egyptian hieroglyphics.”

“Professor Denarnaud?” asked Hermione. “Would it be possible for you to compile a course in
cuneiform and teach it to Harry and me using your accelerated learning spell?”

Jules though for a few moments and shook his head. “I’m not aware of any material on that
subject that I could use. Do any of you other professors have any suggestions?”

“I believe that some of the Muggle Universities are running courses in archaic languages,” said
Remus. “I seem to remember reading that the University of London specialises in languages and
cultures of the ancient Middle East.”

“Do you have any contacts there Remus?” asked Jules.

“I’m afraid not, but I’m sure that Cornelius Fudge can pull a few strings with his Muggle
counterparts in Westminster. What do you think Headmaster?”

“I think some books on learning cuneiform script would make a nice little addition to our
library,” he replied. “I’ll get onto Fudge first thing in the morning.”

“Thank you Albus,” said Jules. “But it’ll take me a week or two to sift through it all and
produce a viable accelerated learning course.”

“School starts back in a few days,” said Dumbledore, “so it’ll give these youngsters an
opportunity to take some practical classes – Portions, Divination, Dada and so forth.”

Ron and Harry groaned, and then glanced sheepishly at Snape, who grinned at them
sadistically.

***

Lord Voldemort sat on his throne in his cave, thinking about the events of the last twenty-four
hours. Ahmed and Crabbe were babbling away at the back of the cave and Voldemort closed his eyes,
tired of the constant arguments. He let his mind drift back to his successful journey to Egypt…

*‘How do we get down there Lucius?’*

*Lucius Malfoy looked at his map of the temple of Seti 1 and the Osireion and pointed over to
the left. ‘There’s a long corridor over on the left-hand side of the complex that runs down into
the Osireion, my Lord.’*

*Lucius led the way and they soon emerged into the megalithic splendour of the Osireion.
Voldemort walked swiftly to the far end of the structure and looked into the dark tunnel that led
under the ground to the furthest reaches of the old temple. He lit his wand and stepped into the
low and dusty place, followed by Lucius, Crabbe and Ahmed.*

*They walked slowly for about a hundred yards before coming to a small chamber, which was
completely bare, the ancient plaster having long since crumbled and fallen to the floor. Voldemort
walked over to the back of the chamber, towards a small semi-circular recess cut into the back
wall. He hissed with satisfaction when he saw the small metal column in the recess, but the
portrait of Seth had vanished long ago.*

*He held his wand onto the column and said, ‘ALOHOMORA’.*

*Everyone looked to their left at the sound of stone grinding against stone, and saw part of
the left-hand wall slowly lift into some hidden slot in the ceiling to reveal a dark entrance.
Voldemort held his illuminated wand in front of him as he stepped through the entrance into one of
a suite of three chambers, one chamber leading to the right and the other straight ahead.*

Ahmed squeaked with delight as he saw column upon column of hieroglyphic script adorning all
four walls in the first chamber. He quickly moved to the other two chambers to see that every wall
was covered in the ancient writing.

*‘Can you translate this Ahmed?’ asked Voldemort.*

*‘Yes my Lord,’ said the Arab, pulling a pile of parchments and a quill from his robes. ‘I’ll
start straight away.’*

*After spending a few minutes scrutinising the writing in each of the chambers, Ahmed decided
on the best order in which to start the translation, and settled down for a long and exciting
day.*

*After six hours, Voldemort’s patience started to wear a bit thin. Ahmed still hadn’t finished
translating the columns on the first wall in the first chamber. ‘At this rate, we’ll be here for a
week!’ hissed Voldemort.*

*‘Oh no, my Lord,’ said Ahmed. ‘Once I’ve finished this wall, I’ll have a good idea where to
look for the spells we need. I should be finished within about two hours.’*

*‘Tell me what it says so far,’ ordered Voldemort.*

*‘It’s amazing -it was written by Seth himself! He tells of the conflict between himself and
Osiris. Seth was the foremost Dark Wizard of his era, and Osiris and Isis were the Anima Summas. He
relates how he recovered the Disc of Gates and the spells, and how they were stolen from him by
Osiris and Isis, and also how Seth spied on them when they encrypted the spells that activate the
Disc. Before leaving these chambers for the final battle, Seth tells how he worked out how to
overcome the encryptions, a difficult and complex process, and wrote them here in case he failed to
prevail – left for those of the Dark Side who would follow in his footsteps. This next column
should tell me where to find those spells.’*

*Voldemort grunted and waved his hand at Ahmed to continue with his work. A little later,
Ahmed jumped up from the floor and trotted quickly into the right-hand chamber, where he walked
along the back wall until he came to two prominent columns of script towards the centre. He wrote
down several spells, both in their original hieroglyphics and their translations, and then turned
towards Voldemort.*

*‘I’m finished here, my Lord,’ he said, ‘but I’ll need to work out exactly how these spells
are to be used back at your cave. There seems to be a strict ritual that needs to be enacted when
these spells are to be applied, but it doesn’t say exactly what the ritual is – it just hints at
the key steps in its formulation.’*

*‘Crabbe is our expert in Dark Arts ritual,’ said Voldemort. ‘Together with his expertise and
my knowledge of the rituals in the Necronomicon, we should be able to solve the problem. Let’s get
back.’…*

Growing tired of the delay, and weary of listening to the constant arguments between Ahmed and
Crabbe, Voldemort rose from his throne and strode towards the entrance to the cave. Before going
out, he turned and shouted to the back of the cave, “I’m going out for a little while – be sure to
have it worked out by the time I get back!”

He closed his eyes and thought for a few minutes – and then disappeared with a loud ‘pop’.

Lord Voldemort stood at the edge of the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, looking across the
deserted grounds towards the castle, and to the top of Gryffindor tower in particular. His red eyes
blazed as he tried to see inside its walls, trying to get a glimpse of Potter and Granger – it
would serve to focus his mind on the coming conflict.

Up in the library, Harry and the others were browsing through the books on Sumer. Suddenly,
Harry gasped and clasped his hand to his scar as the searing pain shot through it.

“Harry! What’s wrong!” shouted Hermione, reaching across the table to grasp his hand.

“It… it’s Voldemort,” Harry whispered through the pain. “I think he must be very close.”

Ron shot up from his seat and ran to the window, looking frantically all around the school
grounds. “I can’t see him down there!” he exclaimed.

“He’s there,” gasped Harry. “I can feel him!”

Suddenly, Harry shot to his feet and rushed out through the library door, heading down towards
the school Entrance Hall. The others followed, shouting for him to stop.

“Harry! We’ve got to tell Dumbledore! Don’t go out there!” shouted Hermione, her eyes full of
anguish as she chased after her boyfriend. But Harry didn’t stop – he dashed down the staircases,
flung open the main doors and shot out into the grounds, looking around him frantically for any
sign of his tormentor.

“You stupid bugger, Harry!” exclaimed Ron as he pulled to a halt beside his friend. “If he’s
here, what do you think you’re going to do? What if he’s got the Disc and he’s managed to decipher
the spells?”

“Ron’s right, Harry,” gasped Ginny as she and the other two girls arrived.

Hermione stepped up alongside him and clasped his hand in hers, preparing for any attack that
might come from some unseen corner of the grounds.

Voldemort’s eyes narrowed as he saw first Harry, and then his friends, as they shot out of the
main doorway to the school. Then his mouth tightened in an evil grin as he gazed at the two Anima
Summas. He closed his eyes and tried to make contact with Harry, seeking the link that he knew was
there.

Harry doubled over as a searing pain shot through his scar. Ron, Margot and Ginny rushed to
support him as Hermione looked out over the grounds, searching for any sign of the Dark Lord. “We’d
better get back inside,” she said. “Ginny – get Professor Dumbledore and the others – quick!”

Ginny ran back inside the school as Hermione tried to connect her mind with Harry’s. But there
was something there – something dark and evil that was intruding, making it difficult for Hermione
to reach into the mind of her boyfriend.

‘Harry!’ she silently wailed, trying to break through the dark mist that had gathered inside his
mind.

Harry’s mind was numb – he found it almost impossible to concentrate on anything. All he could
feel was the searing pain, shot through with a deep-rooted evil. Vaguely, he could hear Hermione
calling to him, trying to pull him back out of the mist. He tried to concentrate on her voice,
feeling a sense of hope, as her mind grew stronger in his. Then, just as quickly as the crippling
pain and confusion had come, it suddenly went. He felt the emotions of love and concern and
Hermione’s frantic attempts to reach him.

‘It… it’s all right, Hermione. It’s gone now,’ he thought. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief
and held Harry’s hand even tighter. Harry straightened up and stood tall beside Hermione, looking
across the grounds to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Lord Voldemort hissed as his link with Harry was suddenly broken – he’d felt the Granger girl’s
mind trying to break through, but what had caused him to break off his mental attack was not the
strength of her mind – it was the strength of her love. It was something completely alien to the
Dark Lord, something so different to anything that he’d felt before – and he didn’t like the
experience one little bit.

His eyes blazed with anger as he stepped out from the edge of the forest and stood facing the
youngsters in the distance. He knew that the distance was too great, but his anger made him raise
his wand and point it in their direction, pausing while he built up his magical strength before
releasing it in an awesome burst of power towards the four standing outside the main doorway to the
school.

“*AVADA KEDAVRA,”* he shouted.

“Quick – step up close,” Harry yelled to Ron and Margot as he saw Voldemort raise his wand.

Harry and Hermione raised their hands and said the ancient spell that would cover all four in a
protective force field. “*DADEX MER*.”

The bright but dark green curse shot towards the four just as the emerald green light wove down
and covered them. Voldemort’s curse hit the shield and deflected harmlessly away into the sky.

Voldemort hissed once more as he saw what happened, but then stepped back into the forest when
he saw Dumbledore and a number of other people run out of the school. He quickly walked back out
through the cordon of protective spells which he’d earlier bypassed, and Apparated back to his
cave.

“He’s gone now,” said Harry, feeling the last vestiges of pain disappear from his scar.

“Harry!” shouted Sirius. “What the hell made you run out here when you knew he was around?”

Harry looked at the ground, unable to meet his godfather’s eyes. “Sorry Sirius,” he whispered.
“I… I don’t know what came over me back then. I just… just wanted to get at the slimy git.”

Sirius let out a frustrated gasp and grabbed his godson, pulling him tightly towards him, his
anger giving way to relief when he saw that no damage had been done.

Harry looked over Sirius’ shoulder at Hermione and smiled weakly. “If it wasn’t for Hermione,”
he said, “I think he might have got us then.”

Sirius released him and grinned gratefully at Hermione. Then Dumbledore strode forward and spoke
to Harry, quietly but firmly.

“Harry – don’t ever do anything like that again. You don’t know… can’t know the full extent of
Voldemort’s vast powers. You and Hermione have to complete the final quest and gain your own full
powers before you can tackle him. Do you understand now what I’ve been trying to tell you these
past few years?”

“Yes Professor, I’m sorry,” said Harry. “I think I finally understand what you mean now.”

***

Voldemort materialised outside his cave and strode back inside. He hadn’t intended to confront
the Anima Summas just yet – not without the Disc of Gates – but he couldn’t resist the temptation
to attack Potter’s mind. He hissed as he recalled that feeling generated by the Granger girl – and
he knew that he wouldn’t risk feeling it again. But she’d pay for it! They’d both pay for it very
soon now!

Voldemort strode over to his throne and looked towards the back of the cave when he heard a
shout. “That can’t be right Ahmed! There’s nothing in Dark Arts ritual that allows that to take
place – if you try it, we could lose those spells forever!”

“What’s the trouble Crabbe?” Voldemort shouted, focussing his mind back on more immediate and
important matters.

“I’ve never come across this type of ritual before, my Lord,” he replied. “It’s fraught with
danger and hidden meanings. One wrong step could render the encryption beyond our ability to
recover.”

“Something’s missing,” said Ahmed. “Some archaic ritual ingredient that will bind it all
together. What of the Necronomicon, my Lord; could this one archaic factor be resting within its
pages?”

“Tell me what it is you’re looking for,” he replied, “and I’ll research the many chapters on
ancient ritual for the thing you need.”

After Ahmed and Crabbe spent the next half hour giving details of what they required, it was now
their turn to kick their heels with impatience as the Dark Lord settled down to read the
Necronomicon.

***

The evening before school started back after the summer holiday, Harry, Hermione, Ron and Margot
sat quietly in the common room, gazing out of the window at the darkening sky. Ginny had seemed a
little quiet earlier that evening and had gone to bed early, saying that she felt a bit tired.

Harry touched Hermione’s shoulder gently and gestured with his eyes towards the portrait hole.
Then he turned towards his two friends. “Uh, we’re going for a little walk. We’ll see you
later.”

“You’re not thinking of going outside are you!” exclaimed Margot. “It’s not safe – he might come
back for one last try at getting at you before school starts.”

Hermione smiled. “No Margot – we’re just going up to the Astronomy Tower.”

“Oh!” said Ron, a grin slowly creeping over his face.

“And we thought that you two might want to spend a bit of time on your own – you won’t get much
chance after tonight,” said Harry, grinning as he saw the flush creep up Ron’s face.

As they walked along the corridors that meandered up to the Astronomy Tower, Harry frowned and
glanced at his girlfriend. “Ginny didn’t seem to be her usual bubbly self tonight Hermione – do you
think she’s ok? You don’t think she’s… ill or anything do you?”

Hermione shook her head sadly. “No Harry – she’s not ill. She’s just feeling a bit down, I
think. After all, she sees us together, and Ron and Margot, and I think she just feels a little bit
left out of things. She’s thinking about the sixth member of the team, and deep down, I think she
hoped it might have been Draco. She hasn’t said that to me, but I’m pretty sure that’s what’s on
her mind.”

“What! Draco Malfoy! She fancies Draco Malfoy!” exclaimed Harry.

“Well he *has* changed, Harry. You saw how he was and how he spoke before his father took
him out of the school. And… the way he looked at Ginny – I think he’d started to have… feelings for
her.”

“No way!” exclaimed Harry. “You’d better not say anything to Ron about this Hermione – he’ll go
bonkers!”

Harry stepped forward and pushed open the door that led out onto the observation deck at the top
of the Astronomy Tower, and then stepped back to let Hermione walk out into the clear evening air.
He quickly followed, shutting the door behind him, and then stepped up behind her, putting his arms
around her.

Hermione sighed and leaned back into the comforting warmth of her boyfriend and gazed over to
the western horizon, where the last faint tinges of pink were fading from the few clouds low down
in the sky.

“Let’s get a bit more comfortable,” said Harry, sitting down with his back against the stone
wall of the tower and then reaching up to help Hermione to settle down beside him.

“We shouldn’t be up here you know,” whispered Hermione. “We were lucky that Filch and his cat
weren’t patrolling the corridors, not to mention Peeves.”

“They won’t be on patrol until tomorrow night, and anyway, I didn’t bring you up here to talk
about Filch and his cat.”

“No? So why did you bring me up here Harry?” she asked, grinning.

“You know why!” he replied, pulling her close and reaching up to cup his hand at the back of her
neck.

Harry leaned close until his face was no more than a few inches from Hermione’s, gazing into her
sparkling hazel brown eyes, once more overcome with the exquisite realisation that they were
actually together as a couple. Then he slowly leaned even closer, pressing his lips gently against
hers.

Hermione moaned quietly and opened her lips slightly, pressing them harder against Harry’s. It
was now Harry’s turn to moan as he felt the love and passion building inside him.

After a few minutes, they broke apart gasping, each clutching the other tightly. “Harry,”
Hermione whispered into his ear. “Do you... uh… I mean… the rings… do you think they’re still
working? I mean… I’m getting those feelings again.”

Harry shuddered as he felt the soft sweet breath play over his ear. “I… I don’t know Hermione.
But if they are, then I know one thing – they’re going to have to work overtime tonight.”

They pulled apart slightly, laughing quietly, and then their expressions became more serious as
they gazed once more into each other’s eyes…

***

Breakfast in the Great Hall on the first day of school turned out to be a frantic affair for the
five friends. They were laid siege by most of the students, wanting to know how the final quest was
progressing, and especially by Colin Creevey and Clare Bryant, who were now the official
self-appointed biographers of the exploits of the Anima Summas and their helpers.

They declared their intention of producing a school update on the quest, and wrote parchment
after parchment on the details of the Eridu encounter. Their task was motivated mainly by
friendship and respect, although they also had an added monetary incentive in the form of a
contract from the Daily Prophet.

Harry and Hermione, however, were a bit reluctant at first but relented when Clare and Colin
agreed not to portray the team in too heroic a fashion. But they took some convincing.

“Look,” said Harry. “We realise that the magical community needs some sort of icon to hang on to
in this conflict, but making us out to be some sort of divine beings is just not on! The real
heroes are the people out there who can’t do anything but hope and pray. In that sense, it’s easier
for us because we can get out there and do something about it. We’ve been placed in a position by
the Light Side to carry out their task for them, so if you want to build up a sort of champion of
the cause, stress the active support we’re getting from the Light. Do you understand what we’re
getting at?”

“I think so, Harry,” said Clare, looking abashed. “But it’s you and Hermione everyone wants to
read about, not the Light Side.”

Harry looked at Hermione helplessly and she sighed. “We agree that everyone should know, within
reason of course, what’s going on but there are too many false idols out there already, most of
whom are more interested in their own self importance than anything else. We don’t want you to make
us appear like that. We’ve been chosen to do a job and that’s what we’re doing – no more, no less.
So just tone down the ‘folk heroes’ bit. Will you do that for us?”

Colin nodded. “Ok. We’ll do what you ask, but we can’t change what everybody thinks about you –
you’ll always be heroes to the rest of us.”

After most of the students had left for their classes, Ginny looked over to the Slytherin table
where she saw Crabbe and Goyle sitting forlornly, glancing every now and again at the Great Hall
door.

“I almost feel sorry for those two,” said Ginny. “They look lost without Draco. I wonder where
he is – I hope he’s all right.”

The other four frowned and looked at Ginny helplessly. “He’s probably at Malfoy Manor,” said
Hermione, although not really believing it. “His father can afford the best private tutors in the
wizarding world.”

“I wonder if he’ll ever come back to the school,” said Ginny. “It would be a pity if he
didn’t.”

“Well come on then,” said Ron, trying his best not to think too much about his sister’s
preoccupation with Draco Malfoy. “We’d better get up to Trelawney’s classroom – are you looking
forward to this Margot?”

“I’m not sure Ron,” she replied. “I’ve never been taught by a seer before – it should be
interesting though.”

Harry, Ron and Margot were the last students to climb up into the Divination classroom and took
their seats at the back. Professor Trelawney looked up and stared at Margot for a few moments. Then
she got up from her desk and walked over to her. “I’m glad you’ve decided to attend the class
Margot. I’ve heard a lot about you and I’m sure everybody will want to see what you can do.”

Margot groaned inwardly as the professor placed a crystal ball in front of her. She’d been
afraid that she’d be made the centre of attention in this class and would be expected to perform
‘on tap’. She knew that the talent of a true seer was very delicate and could rarely be produced at
will - it was more a thing of spontaneity, like the powers of the Anima Summas, than a normal
magical spell, and in Margot’s case it normally came to the fore during sleep.

“I assume you’ve used a crystal ball before Margot?” asked Trelawney.

“Very rarely Professor,” she replied. “I usually see the future through the fog of sleep.”

Professor Trelawney nodded knowingly. “Yes, many seers are only able to access their talents
through the subconscious mind. But I’m intrigued to see if you are able to see the future through
the crystal ball. Would you mind trying?”

“All right Professor, I’ll give it a go.”

“Don’t feel bad if you can’t see anything Margot – just try to relax, look into the crystal, and
let the mists of the future reveal themselves.”

Trelawney tapped the crystal ball and the fog started swirling about inside. Then she sat along
side Margot, who smiled weakly at the worried-looking Ron when he squeezed her hand in support.

The rest of the students gathered around the desk, Parvati and Lavender at the front, and
watched closely while Margot stared into the mist. Lavender opened her mouth to ask a question, but
Trelawney held up her hand to prevent her breaking the silence and the aura of mysticism that had
settled on the classroom. Everyone stood stock still for five minutes, waiting for something to
happen.

Then Margot spoke softly, “I… I see something.”

Everyone craned their necks to try to see into the mists swirling around inside the crystal, but
all they could see were the shifting patterns in the fog.

“I… I see a long dark tunnel. And there are other people with me, walking beside me. Ron’s
there, and Harry, Ginny and Hermione. It’s very cold and dark and there’s water dripping onto us
from above. There’s a faint light coming from up ahead in the distance – we’re walking towards it…
Getting closer, much closer… Now we’re… Oh! It’s so beautiful…”

Ron, unable to contain his curiosity, suddenly asked, “What do you see Margot? What’s so
beautiful?”

Margot’s eyes refocused and she sat back in her chair. “It’s gone now.”

Everyone looked towards Professor Trelawney, waiting for the expected outburst to admonish Ron
for his untimely interruption, but looked at each other in confusion as the professor remained
silent. She just stared into the crystal ball, seemingly deep in her own trance, obviously seeing a
vision of her own.

Then a low moan escaped from her, “Ohhh… there is great danger here. Great danger… you must be
very careful… beware the dark crystal… oh my dear god, there is tragedy… there is a death…”

Everyone gasped and looked towards Harry, Ron and Margot, their eyes full of concern and
compassion. Then Trelawney let out another gasp as she sat upright in her chair. She turned to the
three friends, reached out and held Margot’s hand, and smiled a weak smile. “Be very careful my
dear.”

Then she rose slowly and walked back to the front of the class, followed by the staring eyes of
the students. She picked up her notes from her desk and turned towards the door to her room; then,
seemingly as an afterthought, she turned back briefly to the students and spoke very quietly, “That
will be all for today. Class dismissed.”

Margot brushed a tear away from her eye as she followed the two boys out of the classroom.
Trelawney’s performance had reawakened memories her own dark vision when she’d dreamt back at the
Burrow.

***

The following week, Professor Denarnaud announced that the accelerated learning course for Harry
and Hermione was ready. Although the material to be covered wasn’t as comprehensive as he would
have liked, Jules recognised that time was of the essence and a bare-bones working knowledge of the
writing system was all that the pair really needed.

And so, Harry and Hermione arrived at Professor Denarnaud’s classroom early on the Tuesday
morning to begin their first session.

“How many sessions will it take to learn this stuff Professor?” asked Harry.

“Given your joint powers of concentration, one session today and one the day after tomorrow
should be sufficient,” he replied, walking towards the pair and initiating the accelerated learning
spell.

“While we wait for the spell to take effect,” said Jules, “I’ll tell you a little about the
ancient writing system known as cuneiform. A British soldier, Henry Rawlinson, came across some
inscriptions carved high on a cliff at Behistun in Persia – that’s modern day Iran. They consisted
of identical texts in three languages - Old Persian, Akkadian or Old Babylonian and Elamite.
Although none of these scripts could be understood at the time, Rawlinson managed to decipher the
simpler Old Persian writings, and published his results.

“While all this was going on, thousands of clay tablets were being excavated throughout
Mesopotamia, each bearing cuneiform writing. Rawlinson then managed to decipher the other two
scripts, and others soon took up his work, notably one George Smith, an Assyriologist at the
British Museum. It was he who first translated the Epic of Gilgamesh tablets, and announced to the
world that the story of the Flood was written on the eleventh tablet of the series. This, of
course, caused a big stir, since the text predated the bible texts by more than a thousand
years.”

“But wouldn’t the theologians have been pleased?” asked Hermione. “After all, it confirmed what
was in the bible.”

“At first, yes, they were,” replied Jules. “But when it was realised that the Sumerian flood
story was almost exactly the same as the one in Genesis, it became obvious that the bible story was
copied from the Sumerian version.

“Anyway, I shall be teaching you *two* forms of cuneiform; the original Sumerian and the
later Akkadian, or Old Babylonian as it is sometimes called. We shan’t bother with the later
variants.”

“Why don’t we stick to just the Sumerian cuneiform Professor?” asked Hermione.

“I thought it best to cover both systems,” he replied, “because although the timeline you are
dealing with is definitely Sumerian, the vast majority of clay tablets uncovered so far are in
Akkadian cuneiform, so I think it’s best that you be forearmed with a knowledge of both
systems.”

Hermione nodded her understanding. “You’ve seen Ginny’s copy of the clay tablet we found at
Eridu Professor. What language was that written in?”

“That was Sumerian, Hermione,” he replied. “But you must remember that the temple in which you
found it was the oldest one in the complex, so that was only to be expected.”

“So how did Egyptian hieroglyphics come to be on it?” asked Harry.

“If I knew that, I would indeed be a very wise man,” smiled Jules. “I think that perhaps
Enki/Thoth had something to do with it though. Right, you should be ready now, so shall we
begin?”

The session continued for the whole day, with all three stopping only briefly to grab a few
sandwiches that Margot, Ron and Ginny brought up from the Great Hall after lunch.

At the end of the session, the pair only just managed to stagger up to their dormitories before
crashing out on their beds for the next fifteen hours. They went through the same tortuous schedule
two days later and slept through until after lunch the following day, by which time they had almost
the same huge appetite as Ron. After tucking away the equivalent of two lunches each, Harry and
Hermione were ready to resume their research with their three friends.

Remus Lupin walked up to the library with them and checked his Marauders Map to confirm that
they had the library, together with Madam Pince, to themselves.

Ginny placed her parchment, bearing the message from the temple in Eridu, onto their usual large
table and sat back expectantly with Ron and Margot, waiting for the translation.

Harry and Hermione studied the cuneiform closely. “Professor Denarnaud was right,” said Harry.
“It’s definitely archaic Sumerian.”

They continued to pore over the parchment for a few minutes, Hermione making notes periodically,
and then they sat up, looking towards their friends with satisfaction. Hermione lifted her notes
and read out their translation.

*‘To the Anima Summas.*

*Greetings from the one you know as Enki.*

*Your path lies in the footsteps of the first king of the city of Uruk. Follow his journey to
the fabled garden of creation. May the Sanctuary of the heavenly one help you in your
quest.’*

“Now why aren’t I surprised that he didn’t just come out with a straightforward name of a place
we’ve got to go to!” exclaimed Ron. “Another bloody puzzle!”

Margot grinned and ruffled his hair. “But it’s exciting Ron! I love puzzles.”

“When this is all over Margot, I never want to see another puzzle in my life again,” he
replied.

“So what do you think it means?” asked Ginny. “I know that Uruk was one of the first Sumerian
city states, it’s about a hundred and fifty miles south of Baghdad, and just north of Eridu on the
other side of the Euphrates River.”

“And the first king of Uruk was Gilgamesh,” said Harry. “I read it in the translation of the
Sumerian Kings List tablet.”

“And we have to follow in his footsteps to the fabled garden of creation,” said Margot. “Where
do you think that is?”

Harry smiled. “It must be referring to the Epic of Gilgamesh. I didn’t read it, it’s about 3000
lines of text, but I know that the tablets talk about several epic journeys that he made.”

“So we have to read the Epic of Gilgamesh and especially the bit about his journey to the fabled
garden of creation,” said Ginny.

“What about the last part of the message?” asked Ron.

“I think that’s just Thoth wishing us well in our quest,” said Harry.

“Right. So who’s going to read it then?” asked Ron, looking pointedly towards Hermione.

“All right,” she said, “I’ll read it. Pass me the translation Harry.”

Hermione started reading the Epic of Gilgamesh and was soon engrossed in the text, captivated by
the exploits of the fabled king. An hour later, she looked up and smiled. “Well it doesn’t say
precisely where the garden is, but it gives some clues.”

“Tell us what it’s about Hermione,” said Margot.

“Well the version we’ve got is the one written in Akkadian, but it’s based on an earlier
Sumerian story. It starts off by saying that Gilgamesh built the city of Uruk and the temple
complex of Eanna, dedicated to Anu and Ishtar – that’s the Sumerian goddess Innana. But he wasn’t
very nice to start with – when he was young, he oppressed his people – a bit like Saddam Hussein
really.”

“Hey! Perhaps he read this as well and based his regime on Gilgamesh,” grinned Ron.

“May well be,” said Hermione. “The name of his country - Iraq - is based on Uruk, after all.
Anyway, the people cried out to their main god, Anu, and asked him to help them. He answered their
pleas and arranged for a wild man, every bit as strong as Gilgamesh, to be created and to act as
his rival, so that the people would be given some peace. The wild man’s name was Enkidu, and when
he went to Uruk, he and Gilgamesh fought furiously. Gilgamesh won, but the pair became devoted
friends afterwards.

“They made plans to go on an epic quest to a mountain covered in forests, to cut down the cedar
trees. But the forest was guarded by a great demon called Humbaba. They fought the demon and killed
him and then cut down several cedars, the tallest to make the great gates of the city of Uruk, and
the others to build a raft to float down the Euphrates back to the city. Enkidu had a vision, in
which the god, Enlil, who charged the demon to guard the cedars, declared that one of the two men
who killed the guardian must die. Enkidu fell ill and eventually died.

“Gilgamesh was sick with grief and wandered about in the wild, contemplating his own death. He
decided that he must seek immortality, and vowed to find the fabled Utnapishtim – Ziusudra in
Sumerian – who was the Sumerian Noah and survived the great flood. In the Sumerian version of the
flood story, the god Enki, unhappy that Enlil intended to wipe out humanity, told Ziusudra to built
a boat and take into it the seeds of all living things. It survived the flood, of course, and
Ziusudra and his wife were made immortal. So Gilgamesh wanted to find out the secret of eternal
life from him. Eventually, after an epic journey, he finds Ziusudra, but is denied immortality.
Gilgamesh then returned to Uruk, resigned to his mortality.

“But the part that’s of most interest to us is Gilgamesh’s journey to find Ziusudra, who he
says, lived a pious life in the land of the gods. He arrived at the base of a mountain, called
Mount Mashu, which had twin peaks and was so high it supported the heavens where fire and
lightening abounded at its summit. He met the guardians of the gate of the mountain, two scorpions,
and asked them to let him proceed. Eventually they did, and they opened the gate to a very long and
dark pathway that goes into the bowels of the mountain. Gilgamesh walked through for a long time
and then emerged into bright light and a garden of jewels with carnelian trees in bloom, a lapis
lazuli tree, other trees made of precious stone, jewels and coral.”

“Wow!” exclaimed Ron. “Treasure!”

“Treasure maybe, Ron,” said Hermione. “But I don’t believe it’s what you think. Enki told us to
find the fabled garden of creation, and that’s what I think we’ll find at the end of the tunnel
underneath Mount Mashu. But doesn’t it remind you of another garden?”

Margot smiled. “I know what you’re thinking Hermione. You think that it’s the same as the Garden
of Eden, don’t you?”

Hermione nodded. “I think that Enki’s garden of creation was Dilmun - and Dilmun was the
Sumerian Garden of Eden. I think they’re one and the same.”

“Woah!” exclaimed Ginny. “Just hold on one minute there. The garden of Eden is just a myth isn’t
it?”

Hermione and Margot merely raised their eyebrows.

“You can’t be really serious about this,” breathed Ginny. “Can you?”

“Even if they are the same place,” said Harry, “we’ve still got to find it. Any idea where Mount
Mashu is?”

Hermione shook her head. “There weren’t any specific directions given in the Epic, and I doubt
that there’s a mountain called Mashu any longer – names tend to change over the years, especially
when different languages come to the fore. I think our best bet is to do some research on the
Garden of Eden and see if there’s anything there that’ll point us in the right direction.”

“There was something on the Garden of Eden in one of the books I read,” said Ron suddenly. “The
book was a series of commentaries on alternative history about various subjects – the gods of Sumer
was the one I read, but I noticed in the chapter index that there was one about the Garden of Eden.
Hey! Margot – what you saw in the crystal ball in Divinations – could that have been the Garden of
Eden?”

“I don’t know Ron. I only had the briefest glance, but it was certainly very beautiful.”

They all looked up at the sound of some of the students walking into the library following the
end of afternoon classes. The spy, hidden by the invisibility cloak, sat at the end of their table
and waited.

“Let’s get an early dinner,” said Harry. “We can come back later to do some more research.”

“Ok,” said Hermione. “But before we go, let’s get everything ready. Ron - you and Margot can
read that piece on the Garden of Eden; Ginny – see if you can find some maps on the Middle East
region; Harry and I can read the Garden of Eden story in the book of Genesis in the Bible.”

The spy settled down to wait after the five walked down to the kitchen to grab something to
eat.

***

George Weasley sat in the front room of the Shrieking Shack opening the evening owl post. He
picked up an official-looking letter bearing the emblem of the Ministry of Magic and quickly opened
it, hoping that it was about the Relocators. He quickly read it and shouted up the stairs for Fred,
Lee, Alicia and Angelina to join him.

“It’s from Marcus Heatherington-Jones,” he said, smiling. “He’s had a report from ‘Mad Eye’
Moody about the Relocators, and Sirius has also written to him about them after their run-in with
the Death Eaters in Iraq. He wants as many as we can make - he wants to distribute them among the
Aurors out in the field. And he wants us to send some more to Moody at Camp Merlin – he’s holding a
big war game thing in a few weeks time, and he wants to try out a few things. Oh, and Marcus wants
to send some over to his opposite number in America.”

“That’s great news,” said Lee. “But we’ll have to make loads of them in a short space of time –
how’re we going to cope?”

“Fred and I spoke to Marcus about that,” said George. “He says in his note that Fudge will be
sending five more ministry people to help us - they should be here tomorrow morning. That means
that us five can concentrate on getting the Relocators ready while the rest crack on with the
Whammos.”

“Excellent!” exclaimed Fred. “I really think we’re getting somewhere at last! But we’ll have to
get another room kitted out for production – we can use the spare room at the back, as long as we
can find somewhere else to store all the stock.”

“We’ll just add a storeroom outside the back door,” said George. “Oh and there’s one other thing
– I almost forgot. Marcus has invited two of us to Moody’s big war game. As I said, Moody wants to
try out a few things, but he didn’t give any more details. That gives us two weeks to get ready as
many Relocators as we can.”

“Who’s going to go?” asked Lee.

“Well either Fred or myself should go,” said George. “But I think it might be an idea for one of
you three to get a taste of what it’s like at the sharp end.”

“I’ll go,” said Fred. “I like old ‘Mad Eye’ and I want to see what sorts of things he wants to
try out. Who wants to come with me then?”

“Alicia,” Angelina blurted, glancing solicitously at her friend. “Uh – I just think she should
get out a bit more.”

“Aw – I’d like to go as well!” exclaimed Lee.

“You can go on the next field trip Lee,” said Angelina, glaring at him, while at the same trying
to suppress a moan after Alicia had kicked her under the table. “I really think that Alicia should
go.”

Fred grinned widely. “What do you say Lissy? Do you want to spend a day out with me?”

Alicia glanced at Angelina and shot her a dark look, and then she answered a bit nervously, “It
should be an interesting visit Fred.”

“That’s settled then,” said Fred. “You’d better dress for the conditions, though. It can get a
bit cold and damp in the mountains of Mid Wales at this time of year.”

***

The library still had a smattering of students sitting around, some of them frantically writing
in an effort to finish their essays to be handed in the following day, when the five once more took
their seats and settled down to read. The spy glanced at the clock on the wall, noting that dinner
was still about an hour and a half away, and hoped that some information would be gleaned during
that time. The spy didn’t want to be in the library when the other students left, Crabbe had warned
that great care had to be taken to prevent being detected.

For the next half hour, Harry and Hermione read through the book of Genesis, Ron and Margot read
the article on the Garden of Eden, and Ginny spent some time trying to find maps of the Middle East
in the Geography section of the library. Ron, Margot and Ginny sat patiently waiting for Hermione
to finish scribbling a few notes onto a piece of parchment.

“Right,” said Hermione. “Let’s see what we’ve got.” She looked at the notes she’d made, but
before she said anything, Ron interrupted.

“You two took your time reading that,” he said, grinning. “There’s not much about the Garden of
Eden in the bible is there?”

Hermione looked a little affronted as she pierced Ron with one of her withering stares. “Some
books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed,and some few to be chewed and digested Ron.”

“That was very profound Hermione,” said Ginny, grinning as she saw the confused look on her
brother’s face.

“Well it wasn’t really my quote Ginny,” she replied. “Francis Bacon said that.”

“Francis who?” asked Ron, laughing. “He must have been a pig of a man!”

“Ignore him, Hermione,” said Margot, grinning. “He’s in one of his funny moods.”

Hermione’s dark stare lingered for a few moments before she looked back down at her notes. “I’ll
read out what Genesis says about the location of the Garden of Eden. It comes from Genesis chapter
2, verses ten to fourteen…

*‘Now there was a river issuing out ofEden to water the garden, and from there it began to be
parted and it became, as it were, four heads. The first one's name isPishon; it is the one
encircling the entire landHavilah, where the gold is. And the gold of the land is good. There also
are the bdellium gum and the onyx stone.*

*And the name of the second river isGihon; it is the one encircling the entireland of
Cush.*

*And the name of the third river isHiddekel; it is the one going to the east ofAsshur.*

*And the fourth river is theEuphrates.’*


”So it gives the names of four rivers and some place names,” she concluded.

“That ties in with what Ron and I’ve just read,” said Margot. “The researcher who wrote the
article is convinced that he’s identified what the four rivers are called now and he’s even
narrowed down the approximate position of the land of Eden.

“He says that two of the rivers are easy to locate – there’s the Euphrates, of course, and the
Hiddekel is the Hebrew name for the river Tigris. He says that the locations of the other two
rivers were cracked by a little-known scholar called Reginald Walker, but no one took him
seriously. He identifies the Gihon with the present-day river Aras that runs from just north of
Lake Urmia into the Caspian Sea, and the Pishon is the river Ouzan that runs from south of Lake
Urmia into the Caspian. The Euphrates and Tigris rise around Lake Van, just west of Lake Urmia. So
he says that the Garden of Eden is around the area of Lake Urmia.”

“Where exactly is Lake Urmia?” asked Harry.

“There was a sketch of the area included in the notes,” said Ron, turning to the relevant page
and holding it up for the others to see. Ginny looked at the map for a few moments and then back at
the maps she’d found on the Middle East.

“Got it,” she said, pointing to one of the maps. “Lake Urmia is in the Zagros Mountains in north
western Iran, close to the borders of northern Iraq and eastern Turkey.”

“Is there anything on that map about Mount Mashu?” asked Ron.

“Nothing I can find Ron,” said Ginny.

“Hang on a minute,” said Hermione. “Let’s just think for a moment. The Epic of Gilgamesh says
that Mount Mashu is a very high mountain and has twin peaks. It also says that fire and lightening
abound at the summit, so that could be referring to a volcano, or at least one that’s probably
extinct by now.”

“So we want to look for an old volcanic mountain with twin peaks,” said Harry. “Look around the
Lake Urmia area Ginny, and see if you can find a mountain that fits that description.”

Ginny pored over the map for a few minutes, and then exclaimed, “Here’s something! There’s a
very large mountain to the east of the lake that seems to have two summits – it’s called Mount
Sahand. Hang on a minute, there’s a reference section that comes with this map that gives some
general descriptions of the more prominent features.”

After another few minutes, Ginny exclaimed, “Yes! I think we’re on to something here. Listen…
Mount Sahand is a volcanic massive in north-western Iran, about twenty-five miles south of the city
of Tabriz and just north of the city of Maragheh. It is shrouded in mystery and legend, and is
known as ‘The Throne of God’. It was revered in ancient times because of a deep well – an abyss of
sweet water coming from deep below the volcano’s heart. Interestingly, it was called Mount Uash by
the Assyrians – that’s pretty similar to Mashu isn’t it? There’s a picture of it here, look!”

Ginny held up the book to show a picture of the summit of the mountain, with two prominent peaks
overlooking a massive depression, which was probably the collapsed caldera of the volcano.

“That’s a really big mountain,” said Harry. “What sort of area does it cover Ginny?”

“The highest parts of the massif cover about seven miles by five,” she replied.

“Well I don’t think there’s any doubt that Mount Sahand is Mount Mashu,” said Margot. “But how
are we going to find the entrance to the underground tunnel in all that rugged terrain?”

Everyone looked blankly at each other before Hermione had a sudden thought. “Read out Enki’s
message Ginny – the last part of it.”

Ginny picked up the parchment and read, “May the Sanctuary of the heavenly one help you in your
quest.”

“I don’t think that Enki’s merely wishing as a fair journey here,” said Hermione, thinking hard.
“It says ‘help us in our quest’ - the sanctuary of the heavenly one. The heavenly one – that’s
another way of referring to the main god Anu isn’t it Harry?”

Harry thought for a few moments and then nodded his agreement.

“So,” Hermione continued, “Enki’s telling us that we’ll get some help with this in the Sanctuary
of Anu.”

“Didn’t it say in the Epic of Gilgamesh that the king built a temple to Anu in Uruk?” asked
Margot.

“That’s right,” Hermione replied, picking up the book that contained the epic. “It says that he
built the city of Uruk and the temple complex of Eanna, dedicated to Anu and Ishtar. Let’s see if
we can find out more about it in the books on ancient Sumer.”

She looked through the titles of the books stacked in the middle of the table and picked out one
about the ancient cities and their excavations, looking in the index for Uruk. She scanned through
the pages until she came to a passage, scanning it quickly before she looked up at the others
excitedly. Then she read it out, “In the heart of the city are two large temple complexes; the
Eanna sanctuary, dedicated to the goddess Innana and the Anu sanctuary, in which stands the ruins
of an important structure called the White Temple, dedicated to the chief god, Anu.”

“That’s it!” exclaimed Margot. “We should find help in the White Temple – perhaps Gilgamesh left
some directions to where the tunnel is in Mount Mashu!”

“So that’s where we go next then,” said Harry. “And if we find the directions, the next stop
will be the Garden of Eden.”

The five friends smiled as they looked from one to another. “We’d better get as much
information, photos and excavation plans about Uruk as we can,” said Harry. “Sirius and the others
will want to study them before we get there. Perhaps Dumbledore’s contact will set up a Portkey for
us like he did at Eridu.”

They all trouped out of the library, on their way up to the headmaster’s office, while the spy
smiled smugly, composing a note to Mrs Crabbe under cover of the Invisibility Cloak.

***

Charlie, Nadine and Ginny walked down the little valley to Demont’s cabin on a beautiful
Saturday morning. They’d been allowed a few hours for the visit while they waited for the Portkey
to be set up in Uruk. Sirius, Ceri and Oliver had given Dumbledore a very precise location for the
Portkey, well away from the White Temple structure and in an insignificant part of the huge site,
just in case the elite team of Death Eaters had learned of their proposed visit.

“Sirius wants to go tomorrow morning,” said Charlie. “He doesn’t want to be hampered by darkness
this time, he wants to be able to see exactly what we’ll come up against if the Death Eaters make
an appearance.”

“Never mind about Uruk, Charlie,” said Ginny, trying to contain her excitement. “Concentrate on
Demont and his girlfriend. I’m dying to find out what all this intrigue is about.”

Nadine laughed. “So are we Ginny. Now don’t forget, Charlie and I’ll try to drag Ann-Marie away
while you tackle Demont. And if you can’t get anything out of him, we’ll both try to squeeze
something out of Ann-Marie while Charlie keeps Demont preoccupied with something.”

“You’re assuming, of course, that Anne-Marie will be here,” observed Charlie. “If she works at
the ministry, maybe she won’t get here until later today.”

“Don’t be so negative Charlie,” said Nadine. “She would probably have come up here last night
anyway.”

Ginny grinned. “Do you think they’re still in bed together? It looks very quite.”

Charlie stared at his sister and frowned. “You’re a bit young to be thinking of such things,
aren’t you Ginny?”

“Don’t be silly Charlie, I’m sixteen now!”

They walked up to the door and Nadine tried to open it, but found it locked. “That’s strange,”
she said. “Demont doesn’t normally lock the door.”

Ginny held up her hand and listened intently, putting her ear close to the door. She giggled.
“Can you hear that? There’s a lot of scrambling about in there – I think they must be up to
something.”

Charlie and Nadine glanced at each other, looking puzzled, and then Nadine rapped sharply on the
door.

They waited for several minutes, the sounds of hurried fumbling still coming from inside, before
the door slowly opened a few inches and Demont’s face appeared through the crack.

“What’s all the secrecy about Demont!” exclaimed Nadine as she shoved hard on the door, causing
Demont to stagger back inside. “I’m glad to see that you’re dressed this time!”

“Hello Anne-Marie,” she said as she walked over to the kitchen table, where Demont’s girlfriend
sat quietly at one end, looking the picture of innocence. In front of her were several thick,
closed folders.

“Hello Nadine, Charlie, nice to see you both again,” said Anne-Marie, glancing over Nadine’s
shoulder at the red-haired youngster, who stared with a slight grin, obviously appraising her.

“This is Charlie’s sister - Ginny,” said Nadine, turning and gesturing to Ginny.

Anne-Marie rose from her seat, walked towards the grinning Ginny and held out her hand. “Hello
Ginny, what brings you here?”

Ginny shook the proffered hand, staring into the mesmerising and mysterious eyes of the older
woman. “Pleased to meet you,” she replied. “Nadine asked me if I wanted to come with her and
Charlie to meet Demont’s girlfriend, and I couldn’t miss out on that now, could I?”

Anne-Marie laughed. “You’re the curious type then Ginny?”

“Aren’t we all?” Ginny turned to Demont, who looked a little flustered by their sudden
appearance, and walked over to loop her arm through his. “Come on Demont, let’s go for a little
walk – I haven’t seen you for ages and I want to catch up on all that’s been happening.”

She pulled Demont out through the cabin door into the warm sunshine. He looked back over his
shoulder and raised his eyebrows in helpless resignation.

“She’s a very nice lady,” Ginny began. “Where did you meet such a lovely looking witch,
Demont?”

“Uh, at the ministry offices in Toulouse,” he replied.

“Oh, nice. Is she staying with you at the cabin now? Has she moved in?”

Demont looked at Ginny with some discomfort. “Uh, not exactly. But she gets up here as often as
she can – I don’t get much opportunity to go to Toulouse – the magical creatures in the forest keep
me here for most of the time.”

“So – can we expect the sound of wedding bells any time soon?”

“Uh – what makes you think we want to get married?”

“Don’t you then? What’s to stop you both – if you love each other, that is?”

“Well nothing, I suppose, but we just haven’t talked about it.”

“Hmmm,” Ginny thought quickly, trying to find another angle to get at the core of the mystery.
“What was all that scrambling that we heard while we waited for you to unlock the door?”

Demont again looked very uncomfortable. “On nothing – we were just, uh, tidying up a bit to make
the place look more presentable for visitors.”

“Really? So what were you doing to make the place into such a mess?”

Demont couldn’t suppress a grin. “Nothing! Ginny Weasley – you are the most inquisitive girl I
have ever met! And don’t forget - I’m well aware of your talent for

match-making! But there’s no need to practice your wily arts with Anne-Marie and me. We love
each other, and we’re already together.”

“I know Demont, but I want to be sure that you’re happy. I’m very fond of you, you know.”

“And I’m very fond of you,” he replied, squeezing her hand. “Come on – we’d better get back; the
others will be wondering where we’ve got to.”

They walked back into the cabin and sat with the others at the kitchen table, while Anne-Marie
poured two more mugs of steaming coffee. Ginny glanced at the folders and her hand twitched, dying
to see what was inside. She had the feeling that it might shed a bit of light on what was going
on.

“Been working have you?” she asked, looking at the folders.

“Just some reports I had to do for the ministry,” said Demont, glancing at his girlfriend a bit
nervously, and then across to Charlie. “Nothing to do with the dragons, though – just a bit of
local infighting among the Hippogriffs.”

“Buckbeak wasn’t hurt was he?” asked Ginny.

“No – no, he’s fine.”

“How long have you worked in Demont’s department Anne-Marie?” asked Nadine.

“Oh, only a year or so,” she replied.

“Funny he never mentioned you before,” said Nadine, looking at her brother pointedly.

“There was no need – we got together only recently.”

“So didn’t you fancy each other before?” asked Ginny, grinning widely. “Or did it take you a
while to pluck up the courage to ask her out?”

“Something like that,” said Demont.

Nadine frowned as she continued her line of questioning. “You’ve mentioned Sophie and Lauren in
the Care of Magical Creatures office, so why didn’t you tell me Anne-Marie worked there as well?
From what you said, I understood that there were only two witches working in the office.”

“Uh… I… I,” Demont looked at his girlfriend, his eyes pleading for some help.

“I… uh… don’t normally work in the office Nadine,” she said. “It’s only very recently that I’ve
taken a desk job – I used to work out in the field before that.”

“Where exactly – in the field, I mean?”

“I, uh, used to help the carers of Magical Creatures monitor their activities – I spent most of
my time up in the forest on the Belgian border.”

“Interesting,” said Nadine. “Would that be the Forbidden Forest to the east of Ypres?”

“That’s right,” she said, looking nervously at Demont, who raised his eyes to the ceiling.

“Hmmm. Is Jacques Flambeau still in charge of the forest? I spent some time there during our
field trips from the school.”

“I… I think so,” she replied.

Charlie glanced at his watch and stood up from the table. “Come on you two – we’d better get
back to Hogwarts. We’ve got that meeting with Sirius and the others in just over an hour.”

Ginny and Nadine frowned when they saw the ‘no-nonsense’ look in Charlie’s eyes, and slowly got
up from the table and followed him outside the cabin.

“Sorry about all that Demont,” Charlie whispered, while the three girls said their goodbyes.
“You know what they’re like.”

“Charlie Weasley!” exclaimed Nadine as the three walked up to the main door at Hogwarts. “That
meeting with Sirius isn’t until this evening! What are you playing at?”

“Look. I started to get very embarrassed at the way you two were quizzing your brother and his
girlfriend. I thought there might have been something strange going on when we first met them, but
I’m not so sure now. Their responses to your interrogation seemed quite feasible to me, and I don’t
think it was very fair of you to put them through something like that.”

“Come on, Charlie,” said Ginny. “I agree with Nadine – there’s something very strange going on –
didn’t you see how edgy they were?”

“And not only that,” said Nadine. “Jacques Flambeau never worked at that forest – in fact there
never was a Jacques Flambeau – I just made him up on the spur of the moment.”

“See!” exclaimed Ginny, fixing her brother with an aggressive stare.

***

Alvis Grimwald looked around the ruins of the ancient city of Uruk with frustration. He and his
elite team of Death Eaters had scoured the rough ground all around the crumbling ziggurat that
housed the White Temple of Anu, but had found nothing that could have been a Portkey.

“This place is just too big,” said Hindley Musgrove. “It could have been placed anywhere.”

“Lets climb up to the temple and see if there’s anything there.”

Two hours later, with the sun starting to sink below the horizon, they climbed back down the
ruined stone stairway and walked back onto the plain. “Do you think they’ll come tonight?” asked
Hindley.

Alvis shook his head. “I don’t know. The spy couldn’t find out when they intended to come. We’ll
just have to keep watch around the base of the ziggurat – you’d better organise the men into three
shifts and spread them all around this thing. We can get some sleep behind some of the ruins.”

“How are you going to approach this, Alvis? They’ll probably be expecting an attack.”

“We’ve got to make sure we have surprise on our side and strike when they least expect it. And
when we *do* strike, we’d better be sure of hitting our targets. I don’t want those two kids
to have the time to pull a stunt like the one they pulled the last time. I think our best chance
will come after they’ve found what they came for and when they leave the temple to go back to their
Portkey site. They may think that we’re not here and be more relaxed in their vigilance.”

***

Early the following morning, Sirius waved to the group to keep low to the ground while he,
Oliver, Katie and Ceri walked stealthily to each side of the ruins of the Eanna complex and peered
in the direction of the White Temple. After ten minutes of careful scrutiny, they could detect no
movement amid the sand and rocks that covered the vast majority of the huge site that was once the
city of Uruk. The ruined ziggurat, with the equally ruined White Temple at its summit, was about
six hundred yards away from their Portkey site, but was very prominent as it rose from the
desolation of the mostly sand-covered ruins.

Sirius sent Oliver and Katie ahead of the main group, warning them to take whatever cover they
could, but to stay no more than fifty yards ahead in case they needed support. Then he led the rest
out from behind the cover of the Eanna sanctuary and walked slowly towards the White Temple,
keeping to their usual formation.

Ron, holding onto Margot’s hand, grinned as he looked towards Hermione. “No history lesson this
morning?”

“You know as much as I do about Uruk Ron,” she replied, grinning back at her friend.

Fifteen minutes later they were almost at the bottom of the ziggurat, and Oliver signalled for
the main group to stop while he and Katie walked around the base to make sure than no one was
hiding there. After another fifteen minutes, the pair appeared from around the other side of the
ziggurat and approached their colleagues.

“Nothing,” said Oliver. “If they’re here, they’re well hidden.”

“We’ll all climb up to the temple together,” said Sirius, pointing towards the remains of the
stone steps leading up to the top of the ziggurat. “They could be hidden anywhere in amongst all
that devastation.”

“There may be another way up,” said Katie. “Just around the right-hand side, we spotted a
bricked opening in the base that could well be a drain that once took water or something from the
top of the ziggurat.”

“We took a quick look inside to make sure no one was in there,” said Oliver, “but it certainly
seems to lead up to the top. Do you want to try it?”

“It’ll be better than climbing up the outside,” Sirius replied. “We’d be too exposed if we go up
those steps.”

Oliver and Katie led the way around to the right of the ziggurat and walked up to the narrow
bricked entrance. “We’ll go in front,” said Oliver as he and Katie stepped into the dark interior
of the tunnel.

They found the going to be very tortuous, the old water-course leading up at an angle of about
forty-five degrees, and they all had to proceed in a crab-like fashion, bracing their backs against
the side of the brick wall, when the floor became too smooth to provide sufficient purchase for
their shoes. They were all quite breathless when they reached the end of the tunnel, and Oliver
peered out onto the summit with the ruins of the White Temple to his left.

“Ok,” he called back into the tunnel. “It seems to be all clear.”

They all walked slowly into the ruins of the temple, most of the ceilings long since collapsed,
and the protectors watched closely as the five wandered among the many nooks and crannies that lay
within the partially collapsed walls. It was quite a small site, the dimensions of the temple
measuring about 75 feet by 60 feet, and they’d checked out most of it before Harry spotted a
cone-shaped little room at the far corner.

He called over to the other four and they looked around at the walls of the curious little room
while the protectors waited outside. One of the walls held three narrow dome-shaped recesses,
although they were completely empty. They had to watch their footing as they examined the walls,
the loose stones on the floor threatening to twist an unsuspecting ankle if proper care weren’t
taken.

Margot shook her head, frowning. “It feels like there should be something here. I don’t know
why, but I just get the feeling that if there’s anything here at all in the temple, then here it’ll
be.”

“Well there aren’t many other likely-looking places up here,” said Harry, looking
disappointed.

“Be patient,” whispered Hermione. “We’ll find something – I’m sure we will.”

“Bugger!” shouted Ron, as he stumbled on one of the loose stones. He reached out his hand and
grabbed hold of the sill of one of the curious recesses to stop himself crashing to the ground. But
the stone he grabbed hold of just came away in his hand and he fell, stone in hand, to the hard
floor, where he looked ruefully up at his four friends as he rubbed his knee furiously.

“Are you all right Ron?” asked Margot, leaning over her boyfriend to help him back to his
feet.

“Well done Ron!” exclaimed Ginny, pointing excitedly to the partially demolished stone recess.
“I think you’ve found something. Look – there seems to be a hole underneath where that stone
was.”

The five gathered round and looked at the dark opening, none of them wanting to stretch their
hands inside in case there was something nasty crawling inside.

“Use your wand Ginny,” said Hermione.

Ginny lit her wand and held it just inside the opening, but they couldn’t see the bottom of the
hole – it just seemed to continue beyond the limits of the illumination from Ginny’s wand.

“Let’s see if any more of these stones are loose,” said Margot. Harry put both hands on the
stone next to the hole and tried to move it, but it wouldn’t budge. He tried the stone next to it,
the last making up the sill, but that, too, was stuck fast.

“You’d better fall again Ron,” said Harry ruefully. “Maybe you can dislodge one of those other
stones. Come on, give me a hand.”

Both Ron and Harry grabbed the stone next to the hole and heaved, and staggered back as the
stone finally relented and left the place where it had rested for over five thousand years. The
last stone in the sill came away fairly easily, and they could now reach their wands into the
gaping hole to see what lay below.

The space stretched down for about four feet, ending in a stone floor at about the same level as
the floor outside the recess. “There’s something at the bottom,” whispered Hermione. “Can you reach
down and see what it is?”

“I’m not sticking my hands down there!” exclaimed Ron. “You never know what’s crawling around in
dark, enclosed places like that.”

Harry grinned. “Grab hold of my waist Ron. I’ll stretch inside and get it.” Harry lifted himself
up while Ron grabbed around his waist. He then stretched down inside the hole and felt around with
his hands until he located the object at the bottom. It felt like a square stone, about ten inches
long, and he caught hold of both ends and shouted for Ron to pull him back up.

When he was back on terra firma, Harry turned the square object over and looked at it in
amazement.

“It’s a clay tablet!” exclaimed Hermione. “And it’s covered in cuneiform script!”

“But it’s broken off at the bottom,” said Harry, holding it for the others to see the jagged
edge at the bottom of the tablet. “The missing piece isn’t in the hole, though.”

“Can you read what it says?” asked Margot.

Harry placed the tablet on the floor and he and Hermione held their illuminated wands above the
rough surface to try to get a better view of the ancient writing. They joined hands and combined
their efforts in trying to translate what was on the tablet. After a few minutes, Hermione let out
a sigh, “It was written by Gilgamesh himself! I’ll read what it says…

‘I, Gilgamesh, king of Uruk, record these details of my journey in search of the fabled
Ziusudra, the one whom the gods made immortal.

*I wandered about in the high country, living on the fruits of the land for many days, before
I came to the place below Mount Mashu - the mountain of the gods. I roamed below the twin towers of
its summit, seeking entry to the place where dwells Ziusudra. I travelled up alongside the
life-giving waters that flow from that awesome place, approaching from the south along the winding
torrent, until I came to the place where it issued from the base of the mountain, directly below
the twin towers.*

*There, I was confronted by the guardians who forever bar the way to the path that leads into
the mystic garden. My heart was filled with…*

That’s where it ends. We’ll never know what else Gilgamesh had to say.”

“What do you make of it?” asked Ron. “He certainly gives some directions, but can you follow
them?”

“He talks about a river that flows down from the base of the mountain to the south,” said
Harry.

“And its source must be within the depths of the mountain,” said Hermione, “because he says he
found the place where it flows out from the base of the mountain.”

“And it was directly beneath the twin peaks,” continued Harry. “So we have to try to identify a
river whose source is on the south side of the mountain, underneath the peaks. That’s where we’ll
find the entrance into the tunnel that leads to Dilmun - the Garden of Eden.”

“Any ideas Ginny?” asked Margot. “You know more about the geography of the place than any of
us.”

“Not in that sort of detail Margot,” she replied. “I’ll have to check the maps when we get back
to Hogwarts.”

“Ok,” said Hermione. “I’ll copy what this tablet says in case we need to refer to it later, than
we’d better replace it and seal this sill back up again.”

“Don’t you think this was all a bit too much of coincidence?” asked Ron, frowning as Hermione
scribbled the translation onto a piece of parchment. “I mean, you don’t think that this was planted
here by Death Eaters to throw us off the scent?”

Harry shook his head. “No Ron – I doubt if any of them knows how to write cuneiform script – not
even Voldemort.”

“It was certainly a coincidence though,” said Margot. “Ron falling and prising loose the stone
like that – but I think it was just meant to be. I think it was the Light again.”

A little later, Oliver and Katie led the way back down the old watercourse to the base of the
ziggurat, where they paused to look around the immediate area before stepping out onto the plains
of Uruk. They all walked alongside the base of the ziggurat and out onto open ground, heading back
to the Eanna complex and the Portkey.

Oliver and Katie were a little way ahead of the main group, with Remus and Ceri on one side of
the youngsters and Charlie and Nadine on the other, while Sirius brought up the rear. The attack
happened so quickly that no one had time to press the buttons on their Relocators.

Oliver and Katie spun round at the sound of curses being flung, and watched in horror as Sirius
crumpled to the floor, where he lay quiet and unmoving.

“Noooo!” shouted Katie as she and Oliver raced back to the group, all of them by now pressing
themselves into the ground to get what cover they could. Ceri started to crawl towards Sirius as
powerful curses erupted in the sandy ground all around her, while the others gazed among the many
hiding places, trying to get a sight of the attackers.

“Over there!” shouted Charlie, pointing to the corner of a large mound of rubble a little way
off to their left. He and the others started flinging spells, trying to give Ceri the chance to
reach the fallen Sirius, while Oliver dragged Katie to one side, trying to approach the Death
Eaters from a different angle. Several curses came their way, but they were able to Relocate out of
harms way and gain comparative safety behind a low mound of sand.

Ceri finally reached Sirius and shook his shoulder. “Sirius,” she whispered, but then gasped as
she looked in horror at her bloodstained hand. She quickly felt for a pulse and was relieved to
feel a steady beat, but knew that she had to get him back to Hogwarts for treatment quickly.

Then, inexplicably, everything fell silent. One second the air was filled with spells and
curses, the next there was complete and utter silence. Ceri looked around to see what had happened
and gasped when she saw Harry and Hermione walking towards the mound where the Death Eaters were
hiding, their hands joined and a bright beam of silvery-blue light running from their outstretched
hands and surrounding the mound in a silvery haze.

The others were slowly getting to their feet and following on behind them, but Katie made a dash
in Ceri’s direction, her face running with tears. “Ceri! Is he… still alive?”

Ceri just nodded, she knew that her voice would betray the panic she felt when she saw Sirius
fall. She brushed her own tears away and made an effort to pull herself together. “I think he took
a powerful Flipendus curse in the shoulder. We need to get him back to the hospital as quick as we
can.” She turned and looked towards the rest of the group. “He’s still alive!” she shouted. “We’ll
get him over to the Portkey.”

Ceri pointed her wand and levitated Sirius above the ground, and Katie helped steady him as they
moved quickly towards the Portkey site. Meanwhile, the others looked on with fascination and awe at
the scene behind the large mound. Harry and Hermione had by this time dropped their hands to their
sides, but the silvery haze still covered the mound and the thirty Death Eaters that were crouched
behind it. It was a very odd sight – some of the black-cloaked figures were leaning forward to look
around the side of the mound, two of them had their mouths open, in the act of shouting some
unheard orders, while others pointed their wands, the curses frozen just inches beyond the tips of
their wands.

“What… what did you do to them?” asked Ron.

“We put them in a time warp,” said Harry. “For them, the action is still going on, and they’ll
stay frozen in this moment, unaware that anything odd has happened, until we free them.”

“Like the followers of Horus did to Apophis in the Duat?” asked Ginny

Hermione nodded. “Something like that, but I think you’ll need to understand the Theory of
Relativity to get the gist of how the spell works.”

“Well as far as I’m concerned,” said Remus vehemently, looking around at the two girls carefully
moving Sirius towards the Eanna complex, “they can stay like that forever.”

“Leave them there,” said Charlie. “At least they won’t be able to follow us when we go to the
next place on the quest.”

Harry nodded. “They’ll be safe until after the conflict is over. Then we can release them with a
squad of Aurors to take them into custody.”

“Unless Saddam and his crowd see them first,” said Ron.

“They might get a shock if they do,” said Hermione. “They won’t be able to do anything even if
they did see them, but from what I’ve read about Uruk, no one comes here since the Iraqis stopped
all excavations after the Gulf War.”

***

Everyone stood by Sirius’ bedside in the hospital as Madam Pince applied her magic to his
damaged shoulder. She glanced up and nodded to the headmaster. “He should be up and around again by
the morning.”

Ceri and Katie sighed with relief and thanked the nurse. Then they pulled up two chairs,
determined to wait until Sirius regained consciousness.

Remus grinned. “Come on then, we’d better get something to eat. I think we can leave Sirius in
the capable hands of these two.”

A little while later, the four watched as Ginny studied a relief map of Mount Sahand that she’d
seen in one of the books on Iran. She looked up and grinned wickedly. “Did you see how Ceri reacted
in the hospital?”

“Keep your mind on the map Ginny,” said Harry, grinning. “I’m sure that Sirius’ll find out soon
enough how concerned she was.”

Ginny pulled a face and bent her head back down to the map. She put her finger on the middle of
the map and slowly traced it towards the bottom. “I’ve got it, I think. Look at this.”

She held up the map for the others to see and pointed to two black dots on an elevated section.
“These two dots are the twin peaks of the volcano, and just below them, right in the middle of the
two in that deep valley, you can see the line of a river running down to the south – it’s called
the Murdi Chai, and it runs down to the east of the city of Maragheh.”

“Well done Ginny,” said Harry, smiling at her. “As soon as Sirius recovers, we can plan the next
stage of the quest.”

***

“Haven’t you heard from them at all?” asked Lord Voldemort, looking angrily at Lucius and
Travis.

“No my Lord,” replied Lucius. “They left for Uruk three days ago and they haven’t been seen
since.”

“Crabbe!” Voldemort shouted to the back of the cave where Crabbe and Ahmed were studying the
spells that Voldemort had found in the Necronomicon. “Have you heard from the spy? Have Potter and
his gang returned from Uruk?”

Crabbe looked up and walked over to the throne. “Yes my Lord, they returned yesterday.”

Voldemort hissed with frustration. “Then we have to assume that they’ve been eliminated. But not
to worry, as soon as we reveal those spells, I’ll go after the Anima Summas myself. Have you made
any sense of those spells yet?”

“Yes my Lord,” replied Crabbe. “Ahmed thinks we’ll be ready to do the ritual tomorrow
afternoon.”

“Good,” breathed Voldemort. “Then we’ll see just how powerful the Anima Summas really are!”

Author’s Notes : Please review this chapter.

There’s a few images on my picture board relating to this chapter.

- Ground plan of the ruins of Uruk

- White Temple at Uruk at top of the Ziggurat.

- Entrance to the water-course at the base of the White Temple Ziggurat.

- Gilgamesh Epic – One of the original Cuneiform tablets.

- Behistun – the key to deciphering Cuneiform script.

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Chapter 4 – The Fabled Garden – coming soon.



4. The Fabled Garden
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Chapter 4 The Fabled Garden

**DISCLAIMER:** This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK
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infringement is intended.

Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Margot stood quietly on the banks of the Murdi Chai, looking
down at the raging torrent that the river had become with the arrival of the autumn rains and snow
in the Zagros Mountains. Harry turned his head and looked up at the splendour of Mount Sahand, its
snow-capped twin peaks clearly visible in the distance.

Ron smiled as he loudly breathed in the early morning mountain air. “This is great, it beats the
pants off the deserts we’ve had to endure lately.”

Margot smiled and leaned into him, tapping her hand on his chest. “You’re in an exceptionally
good mood this morning Ron?”

He glanced at his beautiful girlfriend. “I’ve got a hearty breakfast inside my stomach and some
hearty thoughts in my head. It’s not often that you get the chance to walk into a garden of
jewels.”

Sirius, now fully recovered from his ordeal in Uruk, and the other protectors were completing
their survey of the Portkey site to make sure that no Death Eaters were in the vicinity. They were
fairly certain that this time there would be no interference from the Dark Side – the elite team
were held fast in a bubble of frozen time beneath the ziggurat in Uruk and Remus had been
meticulous in his security checks in the library to make sure that there were no unaccounted-for
students within ear-shot when the five had determined their next stopping-off point on the final
quest.

Remus had also come to the rescue when he’d arranged for the Portkey to be set up. One of his
many contacts in the Greece-Turkey vicinity had agreed to make a quick foray across the border into
the Azerbaijan province of North-western Iran to place the device in a remote spot, close to the
Murdi Chai which ran from the base of Mount Sahand down to the more populated areas along the
borders of Iran and Iraq.

Hermione glanced nervously at the pile of broomsticks that lay on the ground behind them,
dreading the long flight up the river to find its source - she didn’t relish it one little bit. She
glanced at Harry, hoping that he’d offer to transform into his eagle Animagus and give her a lift,
but she didn’t really relish that either, thinking back to the terror and helplessness she’d felt
when Harry attacked the Death Eaters in the Egyptian desert.

Harry glanced at his girlfriend and smiled wryly at the expression on her face. He knew what was
going through her mind, of course, and reached out to hold her hand. ‘I promise I won’t act like a
meteorite this time,’ he sent his thoughts to her, ‘and it’s a lot more comfortable sitting on
feathers than on a piece of wood.’

Hermione grinned feebly at Harry and nodded, sending her acceptance of his offer across the
telepathic link.

They all turned when Oliver walked through the trees that lined the riverbank and called to
them. “All clear. We can make a start now.”

Sirius, Charlie, Remus and Ceri quickly followed behind Oliver and walked over to choose their
broomstick. Katie and Nadine lagged behind, whispering furiously to each other.

“Have you spoken to him yet?” asked Nadine.

“I haven’t had chance,” Katie whispered back. “Have you said anything to Ceri?”

Nadine shook her head. “Not yet. I want you to speak to your father first.”

“Why can’t they see how they feel about each other?” hissed Katie. “I feel a bit strange having
to tell dad that someone’s in love with him.”

“We’ve already talked about this, Katie. Your father won’t make a move because he thinks you’ll
be upset, and Ceri won’t do anything for the same reason. So it’s down to you to make them see
sense. You… you’re ok with this aren’t you? You don’t feel any resentment towards Ceri?”

“Of course I don’t Nadine. No one will be more pleased than me if they get together.”

Nadine breathed a sigh of relief, but then looked up when Sirius called for them to get ready.
They walked over to the rest of the group and picked up two of the broomsticks from the four that
still lay on the ground.

“We’d better hide those other two,” said Harry. “Hermione wants a lift on my back.”

Katie frowned, wondering what Harry meant, then she thought back to what her father had said
during the summer – she’d forgotten all about asking Harry if he took his firebolt with him on the
quests. She gasped, staring wide-eyed at her cousin as he transformed into his golden eagle
form.

“So *that’s* what he meant,” she breathed, looking at the magnificent eagle before her.

Hermione climbed nervously onto his back and held on tight, hugging her arms around Harry’s
neck. Harry screeched and turned his head to stare pointedly at his girlfriend.

“Sorry,” she whispered as she relaxed her grip slightly.

“Now before we take off,” said Sirius, “make sure that you all fly as close to the ground as
possible – we don’t want to invite any unwanted attention. Remus and Ginny will take the lead –
they’ve studied the relief maps of the area and they’ll be able to point the way if we come to any
branches in the river.”

Ginny held up her map and waved it towards the others.

“And this is not a race,” said Ceri, “so take your time – we don’t want anyone to become
detached from the main group. Ready?”

Remus and Ginny kicked off from the ground and hovered for a few moments while the others became
airborne, then they pointed their brooms up river and flew fairly slowly, low above the river bank,
heading up stream. “Next stop Dilmun – the Garden of Eden,” Ginny shouted, grinning back at the
others.

They flew for several miles through the foothills of Mount Sahand before the river swung
slightly to the left. The twin peaks were now obscured by the southernmost summit in the Sahand
range, Cham Dagh, and the terrain started to get rougher and steeper. The river raged below them as
it fell through a series of rapids and waterfalls and they had to gain height to avoid getting wet
from the spray as the river banks gave way to steep-sided ravines.

The river then swung around to the right, skirting the northern flank of Cham Dagh, and they
entered a series of long, but quite narrow and steep mountain valleys. For the most part, Remus and
Ginny had no difficulty in sticking to the main river, although at one point they had to consult
the map before taking the left branch when they came to a fork where the river was joined by a
large tributary running down from the eastern flank of the mountain range.

After about twenty-five miles of flying, they rounded a steep-sided spur and paused as they
gazed with appreciation at the sight before them. High above were the twin peaks of Mount Sahand,
resplendent as the sun reflected from the snow-covered summit.

Harry sent his thoughts to Hermione, ‘It’s beautiful, isn’t it?’

‘I’m sure it is Harry,’ she thought back. ‘But I’m not opening my eyes to look.’

The river still raged below them, but they couldn’t yet see where the source of it was. But they
knew they were on the right track – the river pointed directly at the base of the mountain, between
the twin peaks.

On they flew, more slowly now as they neared their goal, and again had to gain height when the
river twisted and turned through some very narrow gullies. Suddenly, Remus stopped and turned back
to call to the others, pointing at something up ahead. “There it is! I can see where the river
comes out of the bottom of the mountain.”

They all flew towards the spot where Remus was pointing and soon they could all see the gaping
hole, the river falling in a cascade from the outlet that sat about twenty feet above the
surrounding terrain.

Harry hovered close to the opening and gazed inside, sending his thoughts to Hermione, who had
finally relented and opened her eyes, and then he flew back to the others, knowing that Hermione
wouldn’t be heard above the roar of the falls even if she shouted.

“There’s a rough sort of platform above the river just inside the opening,” she shouted. “But we
can’t see what lies beyond it. There’s only enough room for about four of us on it though.”

“Shouldn’t we look around the area first?” shouted Katie. “The tablet didn’t say that the tunnel
started at the exact spot where the river comes out of the mountain, it might be somewhere close
by.”

Sirius nodded. “You might be right Katie. Let’s spread out and check for any other
openings.”

They flew close to the ground, half of them to the left and half to the right, looking for any
other possible places where the tunnel through the mountain could be located, and Charlie dropped
to the ground, looking at a cave some fifty yards from the river. He got off his broom and waited
for Nadine to join him before they both walked slowly inside, raising their illuminated wands. Ron,
Ginny and Ceri hovered above the spot, waiting for the pair to re-emerge.

“Nothing,” shouted Charlie. “It’s just a cave that doesn’t go anywhere.”

They resumed the search, flying until they were about two hundred yards from the point where the
river came from the mountain, and where the high cliffs swung around leading back down the valley.
“Let’s go back,” shouted Ceri. “There’s nothing down this way.”

They flew back and joined the rest of the group, who were hovering back at the source of the
river. “Nothing up that way,” shouted Sirius.

“Well it must be here then,” said Ceri. “Four of us had better check it out to make sure that
there’s enough space to walk inside before the rest follow.”

Sirius, Charlie, Oliver and Remus flew slowly down to the opening while the others hovered a
little way above. Oliver landed first, being careful to avoid the torrent that boiled out of the
cavity, easing his way slowly down until his feet touched the rocky ground. He walked a short way
inside to allow Sirius to follow, and they were soon joined by Charlie and Remus. They lit their
wands and stepped cautiously into the tunnel, wincing at the thunderous roar of the water that
flowed swiftly under the ledge on which they found themselves.

They walked in for about fifty yards before they came to a branch in the tunnel, the river
issuing from the right-hand branch and the dry tunnel leading to the left. They peered inside and
saw that it was roughly circular in shape, with jagged pieces of larval rock jutting from both
sides and ceiling. It was about six feet wide and eight feet high.

“This is the way to go, I think,” said Sirius. “At least there’s enough of a gap to avoid
getting brained by those jutting rocks. Can you call for the others to join us Charlie?”

Charlie walked back to the opening and waved for the rest of the group to land. Harry had a bit
of difficulty fitting his wingspan inside the cavity while keeping his legs on the small platform,
and had to extend his claws to grip the rocky floor to prevent both himself and Hermione falling
into the river. Hermione shrieked as she tottered sideways on the eagle’s back but Charlie leaned
forward and grabbed her around the waist to pull her to the safety of the platform.

Harry transformed and breathed deeply. “That was a bit scary. Are you ok, Hermione?”

Hermione nodded, and looked gratefully up at Charlie.

When the group was gathered together at the start of the tunnel, Sirius held up his hand to
attract everyone’s attention, and he had to shout above the roar of the water to make himself
heard. “This tunnel must have been formed millions of years ago. It looks as if it was shaped by
the flow of molten larva back when the volcano was active. There’s no way these five kids are going
in on their own, so we’ll keep to our usual formation. You come with me at the front, Remus, while
Ceri, Nadine and Charlie take the rear. Oliver, will you and Katie scout on ahead? Not that I think
there’ll be any Death Eaters waiting for us, but you never know what we’ll come up against in this
sort of environment. We’d better leave our brooms here.”

Oliver and Katie nodded, and then gazed at Ron, who voiced the concern he’d been feeling ever
since they came to the source of the river. “Watch out for scorpions,” he shouted. “Gilgamesh said
that scorpions guarded the route into Eden.”

“Bugger off Ron,” said Charlie, a bit nervously. “You find scorpions in the desert, not in these
cold mountains.”

“I didn’t say they were normal scorpions Charlie,” he replied. “Just… just keep an eye out for
anything unusual.”

They all pulled their robes close around themselves, feeling the cold breeze for the first time
as it blew gently from the tunnel ahead. In the excitement of the precarious landing and the
discovery of the route, they hadn’t really noticed how cold it was, but Ron’s warning sent a chill
through them, not all of it attributable to the cold mountain air.

Oliver and Katie walked into the tunnel, gazing around at the jagged walls and ceiling as they
went. The floor had, thankfully, been worn smooth by the passage of the larva all those years ago,
but there were still some rocks and rough spots on its dark surface to catch the unwary walker. The
rest of the group followed about fifty yards behind.

Ron could see the wand-light from Oliver and Katie as they walked ahead, reflecting eerily from
the minerals and quartz deposits that studded the tunnel walls. At Margot’s warning, he glanced at
the floor and stepped around a large rock pool formed by rainwater dripping from the ceiling, but
stopped suddenly when he saw something glittering in the shallow depths. He bent down and reached
into the water to retrieve four small shining spherical objects. He held them in the palm of his
hand and brought his wand close to study them.

He gasped, “Pearls! I’ve just found four pearls – I’m rich!”

Everyone gathered round and looked at Ron’s find, but Remus, grinning sadly, caught hold of his
shoulder and uttered the dreaded words, “They’re just cave pearls Ron. They’re formed by calcite
deposits in the water percolating down through the mountain – they’re not worth anything, I’m
afraid.”

Ron stared at Remus and then sadly back at the pearls. “Oh well, I was rich for a couple of
minutes, anyway.”

“Never mind Ron, you’ve got me,” whispered Margot. “And I’m worth more than a few old pearls
aren’t I?”

Ron let the pearls drop back into the pool and wiped his hand on his robes, gazing fondly into
Margot’s sparkling eyes. “’Course you are, Margot.”

On they walked into the bowels of the mountain, following the light from the wands that shone
dimly up ahead. The tunnel was fairly straight, although it bent first to the left and then to the
right in various places, and became narrower and then wider, but it followed the same general
direction.

“Which way are we going?” asked Ginny.

Harry placed his wand on the palm of his hand and said the spell that set the wand up as a
compass. “The general direction seems to be slightly north of west,” he said.

Ginny thought for a few moments. “That’s more or less towards Lake Urmia then.”

“I think it’s getting warmer,” said Hermione, looking in front of her as she puffed out a breath
of air. “My breath isn’t condensing in the cold air any more.”

“I think you’re right,” said Harry. None of them had noticed the gradual increase in temperature
up to now.

Sirius looked intently ahead and held up his arm to halt everyone. “Stay here, Oliver and Katie
have stopped. I’ll go to see what the problem is.”

A few minutes later he shouted back down the tunnel, his voice echoing eerily in the gloom.
“Come on – it’s ok. There’s a branch in the tunnel up here.”

They all walked forward and joined the three, who were staring at the spot where the tunnel
split into two different directions, one running off to the right and the other going more or less
straight on.

“Any ideas?” asked Sirius. “What do you think Remus – you’ve done a bit of caving in your
time.”

Remus walked into both branches and studied the rock walls closely, and then he nodded and
walked back to the rest of the group. “I think we go straight on – down the left-hand tunnel. The
one to the right starts to rise up into the mountain a little way in, and it’s obviously the same
larval tunnel we’ve followed from the start, but the other one is definitely an old watercourse.
What’s happened here, I think, is that when the volcano erupted, the flow of larva came this way
and dammed up what was once a river flowing to the other side of the mountain. Over time, the river
found it’s new course and flowed out to the other end of the mountain, joining up with the larva
tunnel just before it came out of the base of the mountain.”

“So why do you think the old river bed is the right way and not the larva tunnel?” asked
Hermione.

“Because if we follow the larva flow back to its source we’ll probably come to the seat of the
ancient eruption, which is now quite likely high up in the middle of the mountain somewhere, and I
doubt if we’ll find a lush garden up there.”

“Ok then,” said Harry. “We take the left-hand branch.”

“We’re likely to find the going a lot tougher from here on in,” said Remus. “There’ll be a lot
of loose rocks and gravel covering the old river bed, and we might come across a few tight
squeezes.”

Sirius nodded for Oliver and Katie to lead the way and then waited for a minute or two before
leading the rest of the team into the new tunnel. The new environment soon became apparent as the
temperature began to drop, but it still wasn’t as cold as when they started their trek into the
mountain. And the tunnel started to gradually descend, although not to any alarming extent.
Progress was now a lot slower as they had to take a lot more care to find a secure footing among
the many loose rocks and rubble that covered the floor.

“This reminds me of the labyrinth under the church in Rennes-le-Chateau,” said Ron. “This is
just like some of those tunnels we went through.”

His friends nodded as they gazed at the strange rock formations. Ginny suddenly shrieked and
jumped back to cling onto Charlie, staring fixedly at a spot high up to her right-hand side.

“What’s the matter Ginny?” shouted Charlie, catching hold of his sister and holding his wand at
the ready.

“Sorry Charlie,” she whispered, giggling nervously as she stared at the wall. “It was a trick of
the light reflecting off the rock wall. I was sure there was a horrible-looking devil up there
poised to pounce on us.”

They all laughed nervously – most of them had noticed how the light from their wands cast some
weird shapes and shadows on the walls and ceiling of the tunnel.

“I nearly did what you just did, Ginny,” said Nadine. “I could have sworn I saw Snape’s face
staring down at me a few yards back.”

“That’s worse that a hideous-looking devil, Nadine,” quipped Ron.

The tunnel widened out into a beautiful gallery after another few hundred yards, the cave packed
with columns formed by stalagmites and stalactites merging to form continuous formations from floor
to ceiling. Then it narrowed once more, and in places it became so narrow that they had to ease
their way sideways through the cramped space, breathing in sharply to force their way through the
narrowest spots.

They had to scramble over several breakdown areas – places where the tunnel ceiling had
partially collapsed to form an impenetrable mound of rubble on the floor, and in other areas they
had to improvise to climb down several small chimneys – vertical tunnels only about two or three
feet wide, where they had to wedge themselves into the space, their back against one wall and their
knees against the opposite one, and ease themselves slowly down to where the old river bed once
more sloped down at a more leisurely angle.

Ron suddenly shouted and jumped behind Margot, pointing his hand at the tunnel wall. “What the
hell’s that!”

Ceri rushed up and held her wand close to the spot, and then she laughed. “Ron! It’s only a
spider – look, it’s a troglodyte!”

“A troglo what?” squeaked Ron.

“A troglodyte – it’s a cave dweller. It’s become adapted to living in the dark – look, it hasn’t
got any eyes; so don’t worry - it can’t see you.”

“It might not be able to see me Ceri,” he said, “but it knows I’m here – I’m sure it does. Its
head is pointing right in my direction!”

They all laughed and Harry grabbed hold of his friend’s arm and dragged him on down the tunnel,
Ron still muttering, “What the hell does it find down here to eat anyway!”

Another hour and another two miles later, Ron came to another sudden stop.

“Another spider Ron?” grinned Ginny.

“No – it’s about time we had a break for something to eat. I’m starving!”

Sirius grinned and called ahead for Oliver and Katie to join them, while Ceri and Nadine eased
the rucksacks from their backs and started to hand out the packs of sandwiches and pasties.

They’d just finished eating and were sipping hot cups of tea when it was Nadine’s turn to yell
and jump up from the rock she was sitting on.

They looked to see movement at the base of the rock, and Oliver held his wand close.

“There you are – I told you, didn’t I!” exclaimed Ron. Two rather large and milky-white
scorpions were crawling slowly over the ground towards a few crumbs that Nadine had dropped.

“Troglodytes again,” said Ceri. “They haven’t got any eyes.”

“Eyes or no eyes,” breathed Nadine, “I still don’t like them. And anyway, if they haven’t got
any eyes, how do they know those crumbs are there?”

“They either heard them dropping or they can smell them,” said Remus.

“Have they got a poisonous sting like normal scorpions?” asked Ginny.

“I really don’t know,” said Remus.

“Well come on then, let’s get going,” said Nadine. “I don’t want to hang about here to prove
that one way or the other.”

Over the next mile, the riverbed started to dip down more steeply and walking became even more
difficult. “How much longer do you think this goes on for?” asked Ron, a pained expression on his
face.

“Well I’d guess we’ve covered about ten miles in total,” said Sirius. “And since the ground’s
starting to angle down a bit more, I’d say we aren’t that far from coming out at the other end of
the mountain. What do you think Remus?”

Remus nodded. “I agree. Underground rivers often dip down at an angle just before they emerge
into the open – something to do with the rock being a bit softer towards the outside of the
mountains I think.”

After another mile, Sirius again held up his hand to signal a stop. “Oliver and Katie are coming
back – and they’re not hanging about either! You’d all better take cover just in case!”

Sirius walked on a few paces to meet the pair as they came, panting with the effort, towards his
position. “There’s something very strange back there,” said Oliver.

Katie continued, “We could see a glow from up ahead and we thought it was the tunnel emerging
into the open, but when we went around the left-hand bend it wasn’t that at all.”

Oliver took up the story, giving Katie a chance to get her breath. “Well, it was and it wasn’t.
We could see the light where the tunnel ends, but there was something else there that gave off the
glow. We couldn’t quite make out what it was, but when it started to move towards us we didn’t hang
about – we hot-footed it back here.”

“One thing is certain though,” said Katie. “It was no Death Eater, and it wasn’t any sort of
animal either – at least none that I’m aware of.”

“Did it look like a big scorpion Katie?” asked Ron, thinking it might be the guardians of
Eden.

Katie shook her head. “No – and it was only one of them.”

They all looked into the darkness ahead but whatever had been at the tunnel exit certainly
hadn’t followed them back into the tunnel.

“What are we going to do?” asked Nadine.

“We go on,” said Harry, reaching out to hold Hermione’s hand as he gazed into her hazel-brown
eyes. “We haven’t come this far just to give up. Whatever it is, we’ll meet it face on.”

“Hang about Harry,” said Sirius. “Whatever it is might be too dangerous to face head on – even
with your powers.”

Hermione smiled at Sirius. “Don’t worry, we’ve got a feeling about this – I don’t think there’s
any danger.”

Sirius stared quizzically at the pair but didn’t stop them when they got up and started walking
down the tunnel. “Come on,” he said to the others. “We’d better stay with them in case they need
some help.”

They all walked slowly down the rough riverbed, which had levelled off over the last few hundred
yards, and stared intently ahead as the first few signs of light came into view around a left-hand
bend. Harry and Hermione didn’t stop when they came to the bend – they walked around it, keeping to
the centre of the tunnel, and then stopped.

Ron, Ginny and Margot made to follow them but Oliver and Sirius held them back. “Not yet,” said
Sirius. “Let’s see what happens first.”

They all stretched their necks around the corner to see what their two friends were staring at
and gasped – there, at the very exit of the tunnel, was an object that glowed with such brilliance
they had to shield their eyes. Harry and Hermione, however, wore expressions of awe and smiled
slightly, exchanging their thoughts and feelings at an incredible rate as they watched the object
approach them. The way it approached, however, didn’t give the impression of it being aggressive in
any way.

As it came to within five yards of the pair, it stopped, moving from side to side as if it were
assessing their intentions.

Harry and Hermione lifted their free arms and held their palms towards the flaming sword, which
just hung suspended in the air before them. They sent their joint thoughts towards the sword,
choosing a form of words that they thought the guardian would best understand. ‘Greetings, great
protector of Eden. We are the Anima Summas and have been guided here by mighty Enki in the hope of
gaining great knowledge to help us in the conflict with the Dark Side. We request that you grant us
and our helpers passage into the Garden so that we may seek enlightenment.’

The sword continued to hover in front of them, and then they heard its reply, the thoughts
appearing as clear as crystal in their joint consciousness. ‘It has been long since anyone came
this way. You are the first since the Anima Summas of more than fifteen hundred years ago. They too
came with their helpers, and like you will soon find, they saw that the ancient Nibiru have long
departed this place. But what they sought they must have found, for I still shine. It is only when
the battle with the Dark is lost that I will lose my lustre and fade from the memories of man.
Then, I fear, what I guard will be lost. The myth that still burns bright in the annals of the
progeny of the Nibiru will then be no more. All hope for a return to the great times will be
forfeit and another, much darker place will rise to fill the minds of the remaining ones. So yes,
you have my blessing to proceed into the Garden.’

‘If the Nibiru have gone, why do you still guard this place?’

‘Because it is filled with magic. The great works that were conceived here live on in the very
rock, the very earth and clay. It has great powers still, and exerts an aura that enhances the
Light body. You will experience this, and you will know what you must do.’

The glowing sword moved back towards the tunnel exit and stood to one side, inviting the passage
of the Anima Summas and their helpers. Still holding hands, Harry and Hermione turned and gestured
for the others to join them as they started down the tunnel, and towards the entrance into the
Garden of Eden.

***

Lord Voldemort stood at the back of his cave, facing Crabbe and Ahmed at the opposite end of the
table. At the centre of the table was the parchment that bore the encrypted spells that would, once
decoded, activate the Disc of Gates. At each of the four corners of the parchment lay a ritual
object, brought from Ahmed’s home by Travis a few hours ago.

After much debate, Voldemort, Crabbe and Ahmed had agreed on the best way to enact the ritual
depicted on the walls in the secret chamber of Seth, using the hints given in the Necronomicon.

Voldemort nodded for Crabbe and Ahmed to begin the chanting phase of the ritual, building the
Dark forces that would act on the cipher cloaking the spells on the parchment. Voldemort used the
time to breath deeply and slowly build his power. He grinned as he felt his mind fill with
energy.

When it was time, he extended his arms over the table and pointed his wand at the parchment.

*“PETEKH NAHET.”* A dark light flowed from his wand and covered the parchment causing it to
glow with a silvery light.

*“PETEKH TANEJ”.* The beam of light turned darker, causing the silvery glow to dance about
above the writing on the parchment.

*“SHAJ DAREF”.* The glow slowly descended onto the parchment and mingled with the
script.

Voldemort and the other two stood back from the table and watched anxiously as the battle to
unscramble the spells was engaged. For ten minutes the battle raged, the glow rising from the
parchment as if repelled by a hidden force and then descending once more to resume the battle.

Then, the strange words rose slowly into the air, shimmered as the encryption spell fought to
retain its hold, and then started to move, changing their shapes as they rearranged themselves.
Then they slowly settled back onto the page, merged with the parchment, and the glow faded.

Voldemort walked back to the table and saw that the script was now different, but he still
couldn’t read it. He gestured for Ahmed to look at the results of their ritual and stood back as
the Arab peered at the page and started to clap his hands with glee.

“It’s Egyptian hieroglyphics, my Lord,” he cackled. “I can read this!”

Voldemort sighed with relief and waited for Ahmed to transcribe the hieroglyphics onto a
separate piece of parchment.

“Well?” hissed Voldemort impatiently. “What does it say?”

“There are basically two types of spells here, my Lord,” said Ahmed. “The first one stands on
its own, and is clearly used to activate the Disk of Gates ready for use to open the gate to the
Dark Realm. Then there is another set of spells – about six of them. These seem to activate the
Disc ready for spells of destruction.”

“How do I use them?” asked Voldemort. “Do I have to say the spells using the Egyptian
words?”

Ahmed nodded. “Yes my Lord. I’ll write down the spells in English and how they should be spoken
using the hieroglyphics. Then I’ll tell you how to pronounce the words.”

“Excellent,” breathed Voldemort. “Let’s get started!”

An hour later, Voldemort breathed deeply, savouring the moment when he’d activate the Disc. He
tried to decide where he would strike first – would it be in this country or America? He thought
long and hard and then decided that he’d give a little demonstration to his homeland first. Then,
after he’d shown his power to the people in America, he’d embark on his primary task – eliminating
the Anima Summas. He looked once more at the final spell on the parchment, having already decided
to reserve it for Potter and Granger. He visualised how the spell might look as it hit the pair –
but he could only speculate. He knew the result of it, however – it would slowly suck out their
souls and transport them back to the Dark Realm, where the denizens of that place would feast on
their agony. He chuckled as he realised that he could now do that without having to summon the she
devil, and would be able to stay to observe the expressions on their faces as they realised the
horror to which they were being consigned.

“Lucius,” he shouted to the front of the cave. “Summon the inner circle. I want them here first
thing in the morning to help me plan my first strike.”

***

Harry and Hermione led the way past the shining sword and stood at the exit from the tunnel
under the mountain, looking with awe at the beauty below. There, in a broad valley basin surrounded
by high peaks, was fabled Dilmun - the Garden of Eden. It stretched for about a mile and a half
from end to end, and was about a mile wide, measuring from where the bases of the surrounding
mountains met the ground.

The sun was still just visible above the mountains and it bathed the far end of the Garden to
their right-hand side in a yellow glow, contrasting with the shadows that had fallen on the rest of
it. They watched as the line that marked the edge of the shadows crept slowly over the ground,
squeezing the brightly lit segment ever smaller.

The floor of the valley was covered in lush vegetation. There were luxurious green meadows
covered in brightly coloured flowers, areas where trees were still covered in green foliage of
various hues, channels that carried water from several points higher up the slopes to irrigate the
reddish-coloured earth and right at the centre, surrounded by green meadow, stood two exceptionally
large trees, their regal branches spreading out over a large area. They stood majestically in the
centre of the valley looking over the rest of the garden as if they were the focus of it all.

“Wow!” breathed Ginny as she looked over Harry’s shoulder. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s exactly as I saw it in the crystal ball,” whispered Margot.

“Can you see any jewels yet?” asked Ron, craning his neck to look down at the ground below.

“No Ron,” said Hermione. “Except for the jewel that is the Garden itself.”

Everyone stood and looked for a few minutes, savouring the realisation that they were looking at
a place that only a few days ago they had thought was pure myth.

“Mon Dieu,” breathed Nadine. “I never thought that it was a real place. The bible says that the
Archangel Michael, holding a fiery sword, guards the Garden of Eden. Do you think that this sword
is him?”

“Who knows,” whispered Charlie. “It doesn’t seem to need anybody to wield it though, so you
could be right.”

“It’s probably been enchanted by the ancient ones who lived here to carry out its guardian
duties,” said Hermione.

“But how long ago was that?” asked Remus. “The power needed to keep the enchantment active for
this length of time must have been immense!”

Ceri suddenly let out a loud exclamation as she gazed at the beautiful place, “That’s it!”

“What!” said Sirius, looking at her quizzically.

“For the last few minutes, ever since we saw this place, something’s been niggling at the back
of my mind. And now it’s just struck me what it is. This place, those gardens and fields, they’re…
they’re all so beautiful and perfect – too perfect. If no one’s been here for thousands and
thousands of years, why isn’t it completely overgrown like a jungle? Who’s here to keep it in such
a perfect state?”

Everyone stared at Ceri and then looked back down into the valley. There was no sign of any
movement, no sign of anyone down below at all.

“Well that beats me,” said Ron. “Maybe whoever’s doing this is in another part of the valley
having his tea or something.”

Nadine had a strange look on her face. “I don’t think so Ron. I… I can feel something
incredible. The longer I stand here, the more that feeling is growing – I… I think it’s coming from
the garden itself, a feeling of incredible psychic power, as if the plants themselves are exuding a
magical aura. I think, perhaps, that the Garden is tending to itself.”

Hermione nodded. “That makes sense Nadine. First the sword, able to move under some magical
charm set eons ago, and now the wonderfully tended gardens. I think that whoever lived here must
have had incredible powers.”

“Can you see a way down from here Harry?” asked Ceri.

“There’s a path running alongside the dry river bed that goes down to the middle of the valley,”
he replied. “And there’s a few stone steps from here leading down to the path – it starts only
about ten feet below us.”

“Come on then,” said Sirius brightly. “Let’s sample the delights of the Garden of Eden.”

He led the way down the steps and stood on the path, gazing up at the surrounding mountains. “No
wonder this place hasn’t been found before. Anyone standing outside this valley would have no idea
that such a place existed within the heart of the mountains.”

As they moved further down the gentle slope towards the centre of the garden, Katie suddenly
exclaimed, “Look up there!”

They all followed the line of her pointing arm and saw a flat area towards the top end of the
valley, a plateau raised about fifty feet above it, on which stood a number of structures.

“I’ve never seen buildings like that before,” said Remus, shaking his head with wonder. “I can’t
think of anywhere else in the world that has that sort of architecture. I wonder who built
them?”

“We can go there later,” said Hermione. “I want to take a closer look at those two trees first -
I’ve got a funny feeling about what they may be.”

Hermione held onto Harry’s hand as she led the way along the path, which soon joined one of the
streams that bubbled down from the mountain and irrigated the land. They followed the path with the
stream running alongside as it entered one of the beautiful meadows and they gasped as the heady
fragrance from the many flowers filled their senses. Hermione closed her eyes as she was filled
with a wonderful sense of well-being. She felt as if she were part of this place – at one with
nature.

Margot, who was walking alongside Harry and Hermione, turned to the pair and whispered, “The
ambience of this place is incredible.”

“It’s the magic of Eden,” breathed Hermione. The sound of the water gurgling over the stones at
the bottom of the stream sounded like laughter, as if it was feeling the excitement of flowing into
such a wondrous place.

Everyone stopped and turned when they heard laughter coming from behind them – but it wasn’t the
stream laughing – it was Ron. He was kneeling on the edge of the stream, gazing down into the water
and pointing. “Look! Come and see what I’ve found!”

They all gathered around the excited Ron as he pulled the sleeves of his robes further up his
arm and stretched his hand into the water. He pulled his closed hand back out and slowly opened it,
smiling widely as he gazed at the four small gold nuggets he held.

“See!” he exclaimed. “I knew there’d be treasure in this place.”

They all looked at the nuggets and then peered intently into the stream. “There’s a lot more of
them here,” said Remus.

“And here,” said Charlie. “The bed of the stream is absolutely covered with them. There’s a
fortune here!”

“I think you should put them back Ron,” said Hermione quietly, looking sadly at her excited
friend. “I’ve got a feeling that nothing should be taken from the Garden. It should be left exactly
as it is in case the balance is disturbed.”

Ron looked from Hermione to the others, and saw that most of them were nodding solemnly. “I
agree with Hermione,” said Nadine. “To take something from this land would be to desecrate it.”

Margot walked up to Ron and bent down beside him, placing her hand on his arm. “They’re right
Ron – can’t you feel it too?”

Ron looked sadly down at the gold in his hand and slowly nodded. Then he held his hand over the
water and let the nuggets drop back into the flow. He stood back up and managed to put a stoical
expression on his face. “That’s twice I was nearly rich. At least I’ll have a few good stories to
tell Dad when I see him next.”

Margot leaned close and kissed him softly on the lips, then caught his hand and pulled him to
the front of the group to walk beside Harry, Hermione and Ginny. They walked on towards the centre
of the valley as the sun sank ever lower in the sky. The brightly-lit segment of light had now
reached the furthest end of the valley and was starting to climb up the mountain. Suddenly, a
bright burst of light sprung from the mountain slope, lighting up the whole garden as it was bathed
in the reflected radiance.

“The sun’s rays must be hitting some sort of quartz deposit in the wall of the mountain,” said
Sirius. “The sun is so low now that it must be hitting it at just the right angle to cause this
effect.”

“What’s that?” asked Ginny, turning her head to the side, listening intently.

They could all hear it now – very faint music. But not ordinary music – it was exhilarating and
uplifting and it sounded like nothing they’d heard before. No known musical instrument could have
produced such delicate tones.

“Where’s it coming from?” asked Ceri, turning her head from side to side to try to pick up a
direction where it was loudest.

“I wonder if this is what sustains the plants in the Garden,” said Margot. “You know – a bit
like talking to a house plant to encourage it to grow strong and healthy.”

They walked further towards the two large trees at the centre of the valley, and the music
became more distinct. They approached the first tree and looked up at the strange, bulbous
milky-white fruit hanging from its branches. The fruit shimmered in the reflected light and was
vibrating almost imperceptibly.

“I think that white fruit is making the music,” said Nadine.

Hermione was staring wide-eyed at the tree and the vibrating fruit, her mouth slightly open.

“What is it Hermione?” asked Harry.

“These two trees,” she replied softly. “I think they’re the ones spoken about in the bible. I
think that this one is the Tree of Life and the other one is the Tree of Knowledge.”

“What makes you think that?” asked Remus, intrigued.

“I thought that’s what they were when I first spotted them from the tunnel,” she replied. “But
now I’m sure. I think Margot’s right – the music from this tree is bringing life to the plants in
the whole Garden.”

“I wonder if it’s these fruits they use to make that white powdery stuff,” said Ron. “You know –
that Shewbread.”

“Maybe Ron,” said Hermione. “Perhaps we’ll find out more when we look in those buildings at the
other end of the valley.”

“The ground below the tree is littered with the fallen fruit,” said Ginny, pointing. “You can
see that some of it fell a while ago – it seems as if it’s being re-absorbed into the ground.”

They walked past the first tree and approached the second. It was slightly taller and wider than
it’s companion, and the fruit it bore was also different. The fruit was smaller and rounder – much
like apples.

“What makes you think this is the Tree of Knowledge?” asked Remus.

Hermione shook her head slowly. “I don’t know how – but I just know that’s what it is.”

“If you think this is the Tree of Knowledge,” said Ron, grinning slyly, “shouldn’t you eat some
of that fruit? Just think what you might learn!”

Hermione grinned and turned to look at Ron. “Stop playing the snake Ron! My name’s not Eve.”

Ron stared at his friend blankly for a few moments, then it dawned on him what she was getting
at. “Oh yeah! Sorry Hermione.”

“Let’s take a look at those buildings,” said Harry. “Don’t forget that we came here to find
ancient wizarding knowledge and the one last spell that will help us – and we might find it up on
that plateau. This may be the end of the final quest.”

Hermione stared at Harry. “Up there might be the source of magic – where wizard-kind first
started.”

“I don’t think it’s there,” said Ginny.

“Why not?” asked Ron, as the others turned to stare at Ginny.

“Because there’s still only five of us,” she replied quietly. “Thoth said there had to be six to
complete the quest.”

“If that’s the case,” said Margot, “we’ll have to search back further in time than the Garden of
Eden! I didn’t think there was a time before that!”

“Well whatever it is,” said Harry, “we’ll probably find some answers in those buildings. Come
on, let’s go before it gets too dark to see where we’re going.”

Sirius looked up at the darkening sky and frowned. “It’s getting dark already,” he said. “We’d
better get a move on.”

They turned and started walking quickly to the left-hand end of the valley and the plateau on
which the buildings stood. By the time they reached the base of the plateau, the reflected light
had disappeared and the music had stopped. The valley was shrouded in deep twilight as they climbed
the gentle slope and stood at the top, looking at five buildings standing side by side along the
length of the plateau. The building at the centre was the largest of the five – it was three
storeys high and five windows stretched to either end of the large, ornate doorway.

“Let’s try this one first,” said Hermione, walking towards the door.

“Just one minute,” said Ron. “Do any of you realise how long ago we last ate? I’m not exploring
any of these buildings until I get something inside me.”

They all suddenly realised how hungry they were – the excitement of being in the Garden of Eden
had banished all thoughts of food from their minds.

By the time they’d finished eating, night had fallen and it was quite dark. “I don’t think it’s
a good idea to poke about in those buildings in the dark,” said Ceri. “Perhaps we should set up
camp for the night and look around in the morning.”

“That might be a good…” started Sirius, and then looked up as the valley was once more bathed in
light.

“What!” gasped Remus.

“It’s the moon and stars!” exclaimed Oliver. “Look – the quartz deposits all around the
mountains are glowing. It’s almost like daylight!”

The valley was now bathed in a silvery radiance, similar to one of those cold, crisp winter
nights back at Hogwarts when the full moon was at its height, causing the frosty landscape to
sparkle.

“Well we might as well carry on then,” said Sirius. “You may have to light our wands inside some
of the more enclosed rooms though.”

“Let’s make a quick survey first,” said Ginny. “We can just have a quick look to find out what’s
inside each of the buildings before we decide which is the best one to examine more closely
first.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” said Harry. “Let’s start with the one on the left.”

“We’d better let you five do this alone,” said Sirius. “Just shout if you need help with
anything – and be careful – you don’t know how old these structures are and they may be a bit the
worse for wear.”

Ron led the way to the first building, which turned out to be some sort of general workshop.
Three large rooms filled the single-story structure, each containing a number of very large tables.
Storage cupboards were ranged around the walls of each of the rooms. They could see nothing that
may be of any help with the quest, however.

The second two-storey building was somewhat larger. There were ten fair-sized rooms on each
floor, the top floor appearing to be scientific laboratories judging by the types of desk and
storage cabinets. The rooms on the ground floor were clearly alchemical in nature. There was a
large laboratory, two large workshops with kilns built into the back walls, and two large storage
rooms, in which were a number of stone bins, similar to those they’d found on Mount Olympus. Ron
couldn’t resist taking a peek inside some of them, but they were empty.

They decided to leave the larger central building until last, and walked to the fourth one –
another two-storey building – but they had no idea what it had been used for. It was completely
empty.

The last structure turned out to be far bigger than it had first appeared. Unlike the others, it
stretched back almost to the walls of the mountain behind, and was obviously the living quarters
for whoever had inhabited the valley. There was enough room for several hundred people.

“Oh well, it’s back to the middle one then,” said Ron, leading the way.

He tried the door, which opened effortlessly and without any sort of creaking, and stepped into
what must once have been a very grand entrance hall. Twin spiral staircases looped around each side
of the hall, leading up to the first floor, and open archways led off into four very large ground
floor chambers.

“This must have been the meeting chamber,” said Ginny as she looked inside the first room on the
left. Several rows of ornate benches faced a raised podium with four large chairs, thrones almost,
facing them.

“Look at these,” breathed Ginny, walking up to the far wall and lighting her wand to examine
several large paintings. “They’re landscapes – showing some very beautiful scenes, but they’re
obviously not from the Garden. These places are a lot bigger.”

“Look in here,” shouted Ron from the first right-hand room. “There’re a few portraits hanging on
the walls.”

They all gazed up at the portraits, one showing a very old man in blue robes, sitting on what
looked like one of the large chairs in the meeting chamber. A younger man stared out of the second
portrait, again clothed in blue robes, but with a sterner expression on his face than the older
man.

They all gasped when they looked at the final portrait.

“It’s Thoth!” exclaimed Ron. “What’s he doing here?”

“It’s Enki,” said Hermione. “This is where he must have lived before he became Thoth. At least
we know we’re on the right track now – he told us to find his previous existences, and this is
obviously one of them.”

“But what’ve we got to find?” asked Harry, looking puzzled. “Everywhere we’ve checked so far
seems to be completely empty. Thoth and his mates certainly didn’t leave much behind when they
left.”

“Whatever we’ve got to find must be here somewhere,” said Margot. “We’ve just got to keep
looking.”

“Ron! Supper’s ready!” shouted Nadine from outside.

“We can’t have spent as much time as that exploring,” gasped Hermione.

“Time flies when you’re having fun,” said Ron, grinning as he walked quickly out of the
room.

“We might as well pack it in for the night,” said Harry. “We can start again tomorrow.”

The four followed Ron over to the tents that had been erected outside the central building, and
sat around the magical flame that was heating a large pot of baked beans. Nadine and Ceri were
toasting several slices of bread on the flames. “We didn’t build a campfire like we normally do,”
said Ceri. “We didn’t want to burn anything that’s here.”

Ron pulled a face. “Toast doesn’t taste as nice when it’s done on magical flames.”

“Tough!” exclaimed Ginny. “If you don’t want it, I’ll have it!”

Ron scowled at his sister as he placed three pieces of toast onto his plate and started spooning
beans all over them.

Everyone had a great night’s sleep that night, helped by the special magical quality of the
place where they slept. The magic of the place did, however, inspire Harry and Hermione to have
another joint dream, and as before, Margot joined in with their subconscious meanderings.

“We saw Thoth reading his book again last night,” Harry told everyone the following morning. “I
think more of what’s in the book is going to be revealed.”

“Come on then,” said Ginny, “make it appear.”

Everyone sat expectantly on the ground outside the tents as Hermione reached out her hand to
Harry. He caught it and they both closed their eyes, concentrating on materialising the book of
Thoth. The surface of the grass in front of them started to shimmer, then the book appeared - but
this time it wasn’t in the form of a scroll, it was a dark red leather-bound book.

Hermione stared at it for a moment, then reached out and opened the cover to the first page to
reveal the familiar hieroglyphic writing. She leafed through the rest of the pages and saw that all
of them were covered in writing – apart from a few pages at the very back of the book.

“It’s almost complete,” she whispered, “apart from three or four pages at the end.”

“Read it out,” said Margot. “I’m dying to find out what it’s all about.”

“You read it Hermione,” said Harry, smiling. “You always manage to create a sense of the drama
when you read something new and mysterious.”

“The title on the cover simply says ‘The Book of Thoth’,” she said, turning to the first page.
“It’s in three sections – the first gives his history, the second his wisdom and knowledge, but the
last section is still hidden and it doesn’t say here what it’s about. I’ll read the history section
first…

‘This is the History of Thoth, also known as Enki of Nibiru…

*‘I was born in an ancient land that is no more. My life was happy and pleasant during my
formative years, when magic was just a myth and the ways of the Dark unknown. There were no gods in
those times – our only deity was the never-ending quest for knowledge and enlightenment. The
pursuit of knowledge and wisdom became my aim, and I soon stood among the ranks of the learned at
the Council of Science.*

*‘I was part of the investigative team that made the great discovery. In pursuit of an ancient
legend about a long-gone age, which spoke of great and mystical works, and following the directions
that we were able to decode on an ancient map, we chanced upon a previously unknown city, hidden
deep within the jungles of the land of Hintu.*

*‘We entered a ruined temple of science that stood in the centre of that city and we made the
discovery of the age – a treasure trove of alchemical knowledge and artefacts that would bring
enlightenment to those who delved into its ancient depths. From the records of those long forgotten
scientists, translated by the linguist in our team, it was clear that they were on the verge of a
great breakthrough with their experiments into the very fabric of life itself.*

*‘But they were halted right at the very edge of success. The misguided people of the city
feared that a great evil would be let loose on the land should their scientists complete what they
started, and rose up against them. The ruling body of the city sided with their people and
imprisoned the scientists, and decreed that their work would be consigned to a forbidden corpus of
occult knowledge. They determined that such works would never again be started and went to great
lengths to ensure that aim. The city was abandoned and the population moved to a new one built on
the site of what was to become the city of Hindabba, the capitol of Hintu. All records of the old
city were purged from their history, but as is always the case with such things, legends were born
and clues to the old location preserved on the map upon which we chanced.*

*‘I was honoured to be placed at the head of the team which carried out the investigations
into the works of those ancient scientists, and we soon came to understand their knowledge. They
had fashioned a strange white powder from the fruit of a tree that abounded in their jungles. The
bulbous milky-white fruit contained properties that seemed to defy the laws of atomic
physics.’*

“The tree of life!” exclaimed Remus. “The fruit he’s describing is the same as we saw yesterday!
Sorry, Hermione, please continue.”

‘But the white powder was inert and their efforts were directed at finding a way to activate the
substance. They saw that if they could break down the structure of the powder into a monatomic
form, they would produce a derivative that possessed wondrous properties, able to affect the ends
of certain strands of the spiral of life, the building blocks of humanity that would later become
known as DNA. Those strands controlled the aging process, and by subjecting them to the effects of
the powder, they could extend life. But that was as far as they got with their research.

‘The Council of Science charged me to continue with the research and for the next twenty years
it became my life’s work. With the help of my team – the best chemists and atomic scholars in the
land – we came ever closer to solving the problem of activating the Shem-an-na, for that is what it
is properly called although we call it Ma-na for short. We retrieved the trees from around the
ancient city and planted them in Nibiru, but it took a while to learn how to sustain them. We found
that the basis of the powder was gold, made clear by our analysis of the fruit, so we had to plant
the trees in soil that was impregnated with gold dust.

*‘The breakthrough came when we found that a certain type of quartz, when agitated by sunlight
striking it at a particular angle, would emit a radiance at a frequency that would, in theory, make
gold react to it. The quartz crystals grew in only a very few places in Nibiru, but we were able to
obtain sufficient quantities to carry out the experiment. And it worked! When subjected to the
radiance, the white powder started to react in a very peculiar way. At first it shimmered, then
disappeared altogether for a few minutes, before once more materialising. When we analysed the
results, we saw that the powder was now in a monatomic state – a state that was on the very
boundary of matter and anti-matter.*

*‘The next step, of course, was to work out how the powder could be applied. To that end, I
and several volunteers from my team began to ingest very small quantities, daily over a period of
time. After three months, the results were wonderful but unexpected. Our DNA had, indeed, been
altered and the aging process had slowed gradually until it stopped altogether. But the unexpected
side effects were amazing.*

*‘We found that we were able to do certain things, things that were beyond normal humans. We
were able to influence matter by the power of thought alone, and it was soon apparent that the
stronger the mind, the stronger the effects. We also found that we could channel this energy far
better by use of a wooden tool – a wand – and better still if the wand had the properties and
dimensions tailored to the mind that wielded it.’*

“The start of magic,” breathed Margot. “The start of wizard-kind. That’s how it all began.”

Everyone looked at Margot and shared her sense of wonder. They were all awe-struck by the
revelations contained in the Book of Thoth. “Carry on please, Hermione,” whispered Nadine.

*‘But the third unexpected effect was perhaps the greatest. We soon found that we had become
enhanced in a spiritual sense. We were able to see and understand things that had been hidden to us
before. What we called our ‘Light Bodies’ became far more powerful to give us great spiritual
awareness, and an urge to strive for improving the lot of humankind so that they too would
experience the one-ness with the cosmic forces that abound beyond the perception of the normal
human mind.*

*‘The High Council listened to our report and agreed that we should start a limited
experiment, which would remain a secret from the population until the tested and proven results
were confirmed. They called for volunteers from the most trusted members of the scientific
community, and the trials began with a group of one hundred men and women.*

‘For six months, everything went well and our initial findings were being confirmed. But then
something went wrong. Fifteen of the one hundred test subjects started to show some disturbing
trends. They became secretive and formed their own little sub community within the larger group.
They started to make demands that the experiment should be widened to include others of their own
choosing. When we refused, they broke away and left the test site, taking with them enough refined
ma-na and crystals to set up their own operation.

‘The High Council was outraged, and issued orders for the faction to be detained. But this
proved to be an impossible task – the group was able to easily repel the best efforts of the
law-enforcement services to capture them, using their magical powers, and they soon withdrew from
sight. They set up an enclave in the remotest part of Nibiru and remained hidden, not to surface
for another twenty years.

‘The focus of our experiment now shifted to a new goal. We were charged with finding out what
caused one person to become a Light wizard but another a Dark wizard. More people were drawn into
the experiment, with greater controls put in place to detect the first signs of darkness. But we
were never to conclude why the effects were so different from one person to the next – we didn’t
have the time.

‘It is my personal belief that in all of us lie the seeds of Light and Dark. Deep within our
very essence lies good and evil, and most of us are able to suppress the darkness, bringing our
light side to the fore. But in some individuals the darkness is stronger, and is enhanced by the
effects of ma-na.

‘There ensued a great debate among the ruling body on whether to continue the experiments. They
feared what the Dark Wizards would do, yet could see that the benefits were also great for the
majority of the people. It raged on for twenty years, but the debate was never resolved – they
didn’t have the time.

‘For a time, we stopped taking the ma-na to see if the effects could be reversed and we soon
started to age once more, but our magical powers remained with us. Many of the original test group
left and married, some among their number and some with people in the larger ‘normal’ community. It
became clear that the magical powers were passed on to their progeny, even when the genes were
diluted with non-magical partners, and so we knew that what we had started would continue.

‘Some of our number, myself included, resumed taking the ma-na, hoping that we could carry our
knowledge for the benefit of future generations, but then things took a new turn.

‘The attacks started. Devastating attacks that wiped out whole sections of the population. From
the testimonies of the few survivors, it became apparent that the Dark Wizards were responsible,
but they were being led by something very strange. Survivors spoke of giants with strange heads and
faces, while others, their minds broken, raged about demons let loose on the land.

‘From the few Dark Wizards we managed to capture, we learned that the original break-away group
had carried out genetic experiments among themselves, hoping to create an elite of the Dark Side.
But their experiments went horribly wrong – a mutant strain was produced that grew very quickly in
both mind and body and the Darkness was uppermost in their makeup – they called them Nephilim. They
soon took control of the Dark community, and embarked on a campaign of terror, feeding on the minds
and souls of anyone who opposed them.

‘The Land was in turmoil and the terror lasted for ten terrible years. In that time, I and the
other wizards of Light worked closely with some of the foremost cosmic scientists who themselves
had been working on a theory of alternate realities – realms that existed alongside ours. Between
us, we were able to fashion a device that was capable of opening a portal between our reality and
one in parallel. We found that the other realm was a dark and barren place, devoid of human and
animal life. We determined to lure the Nephilim into a trap where we could open the gate and send
them into that other realm. But our plan turned out to be a disaster.

‘We underestimated the intelligence of the Nephilim. They may have looked like ogres with
limited brain capacity, but they were far from that. They captured the device – the Disc of Gates
we called it – and enhanced its capabilities to give it destructive powers. Then the terror
increased tenfold. Led by their chief, whom they called Satani, the Nephilim laid waste to whole
swathes of Nibiru, using the awful destructive power of the Disc of Gates.

‘Then the Light side took a hand in the conflict. There arose the Anima Summas, servants of the
Light charged with fighting the Dark Side and restoring order to the Earthly realm. It fell to my
beloved wife, Ninhursag, and I to be the first Anima Summas and it was an awesome task that we
undertook. Using a diversion created by our four trusted helpers we regained the Disc of Gates and
in a terrible battle, we were able to banish the Nephilim to the parallel reality. But the price we
paid was high.

‘Ninhursag fell during that battle and moved from the Earthly realm to the realm of Light. With
heavy heart, I strove to destroy the Disc of Gates, sealing the Nephilim in their Dark realm for
the rest of time. But it could not be destroyed – the wicked ones had used their Dark Arts to
sustain it against all efforts to remove it from the face of the Earth. I therefore hid it in the
desert region of a far off place but, as I was later to find, a Dark Wizard followed my movements
and noted the hiding place. This knowledge was preserved for future generations of Dark
Wizards.

‘Then disaster struck the land, but not before it was foreseen by those of our kind who were
adept at divining the future. Our warnings were ignored by the High Council, who regarded the
visions of the seers as the ravings of twisted minds, brought about by their long exposure to
ma-na. So it fell to the surviving magical community of Nibiru to seek out a place that would
escape the worst of the destruction. We found that place in a remote mountainous land, in an
enclosed valley, within the confines of Mount Mashu, which we called Dilmun and was later to become
known as the Garden of Creation.

‘There, we set up our community under the leadership of our chief scientist, Anu, with Enlil and
I as his deputies. Enlil was charged with building cities to house the remnants of the surviving
population, and I was charged with easing their torment and bringing civilisation once more to the
land. There we awaited the dread time when the destruction would be upon us.

‘The Earth heaved and our beloved Nibiru sank below the great ocean, leaving only the summits of
the highest mountains dry. A great flood encompassed the whole Earth and continents shifted, but we
remained safe in our valley, waiting for the time when we could begin our search for survivors.
During that time, we fused the quartz crystals into the surrounding mountains where they would
reflect the rays of the sinking sun onto the Garden, and we planted the Tree of Life and the means
to sustain it for all time, together with the production processes to manufacture ma-na, for we
knew that our task in raising humanity from the edge of extinction to a new civilisation would be
long in the making. At that time, we were unaware of what fate befell the Dark Wizards that
survived the conflict, but later events were to prove that some of them prevailed.

‘The first civilisation we nurtured lay between the two great rivers, and we called it Ki-engir,
later to be known as Sumer. From there, we moved to Egypt and once more raised that great land to
the greatness it had achieved before the destruction. And so it went on, but we became fewer and
fewer, most choosing to end their long lives and move into the Light, until the remnants of Nibiru
moved out from the valley to join the new world order to give help and guidance. Some of them
married and bore offspring, thus maintaining the magical seed that later spread throughout the
world.

‘At first, the magical ones were revered and welcomed, but fear and ignorance by some of the
non-magical communities soon resulted in persecution of the magical ones and caused them to form
their own communities away from the growing centres of population. It was my great hope that both
communities would once more be reconciled, but that dream seems far away.

‘Now, none of the original people of Nibiru remain in the land; just a very few who remain as
spirits to guide the wise and just in times of strife. For the Darkness still abounds in the land.
Such a time arose when the Dark Wizard Seth was able to retrieve the Disc of Gates and summon the
Nephilim back to this realm. Under my guidance the Anima Summas, Osiris and Isis, prevailed at the
great battle of Irem in the desert region. The Nephilim were banished once more and the city of
pillars sunk below the desert sands. Again, the Anima Summas paid a great price – both were
mortally wounded and were forced to depart the physical realm, but their spirits remained to help
the Light, for they knew the time would come when the Dark once more raised its head to sniff at
the Earth.

‘Thus it came to pass that our great experiment had the unexpected, but welcome, outcome of
sustaining civilisation. This history bears testimony for those that follow, so that their path is
known.’

Everyone remained silent as Hermione finished reading the history of Thoth and slowly closed the
book. They remained silent for several minutes, trying to absorb the information contained in the
book. They were the first, since the original remnants of Nibiru, to know the true history of the
world since those times, the first to discover how wizard-kind came into being – the source of
magic.

Eventually, Charlie looked across at his friends. “Well if that doesn’t beat everything! Who
would have guessed?”

“So some of those new-age historians were right,” said Hermione. “There was an elder
civilisation that infused their ideas into the known world. And if the establishment would only
open their eyes and take note of the discoveries that don’t fit into their cushy little paradigm,
they’d realise the truth too.”

Harry smiled and reached out to hold her hand, squeezing it gently.

“Thoth was a great man,” said Ginny. “He had incredible vision and tenacity to see this whole
thing through.”

“And he was the original Anima Summa,” said Harry. “I wonder why he didn’t tell us that in his
secret chamber?”

“Perhaps the memory of losing his wife is still very painful to him, even after all this time,”
said Ceri, wiping a small tear from the side of her eye.

“I hate to bring this up,” said Ron, his face suddenly going pale, “but being an Anima Summa
seems to be a very dangerous occupation. First Thoth’s wife, then Osiris and Isis. Does anyone know
what happened to Merlin and Morgana after their stint at the job?”

Everyone shook their heads except Margot, who frowned as she looked towards Harry and Hermione
and then back at her boyfriend. “You can be so tactless Ron!”

But Ron had only voiced what the rest of them were thinking – one or both of the Anima Summas
had lost their lives in the final battle with the Dark Side, and they all feared for the safety of
Harry and Hermione.

“The other thing that sent a shudder through me was the name of the leader of the Nephilim –
Satani,” said Ron. “That’s Satan, isn’t it? The devil himself!”

Remus nodded. “I’m afraid so. Once more, myth is shown to have a basis in reality.”

“And the other myth that’s been exposed as reality is the great flood!” exclaimed Nadine.

“Of course it was real,” said Hermione. “There are too many flood myths from all over the world
for it not to have been. But the thing that hits me is the symbolism of it. Instead of an ark
there’s this valley – the Garden of Eden – this is the true ark that preserved civilisation. And
the stories of sending a raven and a dove out from the ark to see if the waters had receded – they
must have been the wizards and witches that scoured the land on their broomsticks looking for
survivors. Then there’s the bit about the ark coming to rest on a mountaintop, from where the Earth
was re-populated – that’s the Garden of Eden again! It seems that the religious writings of the
world are just a tad fanciful in relating what has turned out to be reality – they just got the
myths scrambled a bit – the Garden of Eden didn’t come before the Ark – it was the Ark.”

“I can’t fault your reasoning Hermione,” said Remus, grinning. “When this is all over, perhaps
you should write the true history of the world.”

“And be ridiculed for the rest of my life?” she replied, looking aghast. “I think not!”

“So what’s next?” asked Ginny. “What about the rest of the book?”

Hermione glanced at the second section. “It’s seems to be a load of technical stuff – I think it
mostly relates to the manufacturing process for ma-na – Shewbread.”

“I don’t think we’ll find anything more in the Garden of Eden,” said Harry. “I think we’ve found
out what we need to know from Thoth’s book.”

“So why were we directed here?” asked Margot. “Thoth could have made that history available to
us without bringing us here.”

“I really have no idea,” said Hermione. “Perhaps he thought we wouldn’t believe unless we saw
the Garden with our own eyes. But I know one thing – Thoth doesn’t do anything without having a
very good reason. I just wish I knew what it was.”

“So we’ve got to find Nibiru,” said Ginny. “It’s where Thoth, Enki, first lived – his first
existence. Has anybody heard of that place before?”

“Yes, I have,” said Ron. “It was in one of those books about alternative Sumerian theology. The
author said that Nibiru is the mysterious tenth planet in the solar system.”

“What made him say that?” asked Margot.

“Mainly because the Sumerians knew so much about the solar system, and the texts saying that the
gods ‘came down to the Garden of Creation from above’.”

“Well we know what that could mean,” said Harry. “The Nibiru probably arrived in the valley on
their broomsticks, and Nibiru is probably an ancient and forgotten land on the Earth.”

“Of course it is Harry,” said Hermione. “And it’s obvious where we’ve got to go next.”

Everyone looked at her and said in concert, “Where?”

“Thoth told us about a great civilisation that was destroyed when it sank beneath the ocean.
There’s only one place that I know of that fits the bill - Nibiru is Atlantis. We’ve got to find
Atlantis next.”

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- Map of Eden showing Lake Urmia, Mount Sahand and the Murdi Chai River.

- Mount Sahand showing the twin peaks – the river runs through the valley to the right.

- The cave where the river issues from Mount Sahand

- A typical lava tunnel

- Cave Pearls

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5. The Disc of Gates
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Chapter 5 The Disc of Gates

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The five youngsters relaxed in their usual seats by the fireside in Gryffindor common room. The
weather had taken a turn for the worse at Hogwarts, and the sleet beat loudly against the window.
They all felt pleasantly drowsy following the sumptuous dinner in the Great Hall that evening.
They’d arrived back at the school that afternoon after their mind-bending experiences in the Garden
of Eden, and had spent time before the meal relating to Dumbledore and the rest of his close
advisors what had happened.

Snape had been suitably impressed – he even managed a few stunned exclamations, and little
Professor Flitwick had been beside himself with excitement, jumping up from his seat more than once
to pace around the room, muttering to himself while he absorbed the revelations.

The headmaster had been astounded, as had Professor McGonagall, and before they knew it, they
began to re-evaluate the events throughout history, fitting them into the new discoveries and
chronology as if they were pieces of a complicated jigsaw puzzle. Dumbledore had then ordered that
they all take a well-earned break for the rest of the day, and the following day, to recharge their
batteries before carrying on their research to find the location of fabled Atlantis.

But the five couldn’t resist discussing what they’d learned as they lounged in front of the
fire. “How do Adam and Eve fit into all this?” asked Ron.

“It’s purely allegorical, Ron,” replied Hermione. “It’s just a metaphor for the re-creation,
rather than the creation, of the human race. It’s just symbolism for a new dawn and the rise of
civilisation once more.”

“I don’t think the theologists see it in quite those terms,” remarked Margot. “A lot of people
actually believe, quite literally, what was written in the religious texts.”

“Perhaps so,” replied Hermione. “But don’t forget that most of the creation stories from the
great religions were based on the original Sumerian writings, and I’m sure that the original
scribes wrote it symbolically so that the emerging culture could better understand what had
happened. The Sumerians wrote about genetic experiments and seeding humanity with the powers of the
‘gods’. Does that ring a bell to you?”

“Well yes,” said Ginny, “but that’s because we know what happened. But the bible didn’t say
anything about genetic experiments and seeding.”

“No,” replied Hermione, “but the Hebrews obviously adapted the Sumerian version for their own
ends, and remember that most of the Old Testament was written around 600 to 500 BC after the
Hebrews had been taken into captivity to Babylon. And they must have had sight of the Sumerian
religious texts during that period. But Genesis does say that man was created in God’s image – that
could mean that they were seeded with magical powers.”

“The bible does speak about the Nephilim though,” said Harry. “We saw it when we read Genesis
earlier in the year.”

“That’s right,” said Hermione. “It called them ‘the fallen ones’. I read in a commentary
somewhere that the apocryphal book of Enoch says a lot more about the fallen angels.”

“What does that mean?” asked Ron. “I don’t remember there being a book of Enoch in the
bible.”

“That’s because it wasn’t included Ron,” said Hermione. “What it contained didn’t fit in with
current theological thinking back then, even though it was a much revered religious tract around
the time of Jesus. You see, back in the time of the Roman Emperor Constantine, the Christian church
was divided between the teachings of the Jerusalem Church, that’s the one that was headed by Jesus’
brother, James, and the Pauline Church – those who followed the teachings of Saint Paul. That was
back in about 325 AD, and Constantine wanted to bring an end to the divisions. The Pauline view won
the day and the Gnostic part of the church was declared to be heretical. That was the time that
they decided which of the religious tracts would be included in the bible. Enoch wasn’t included
because he spoke of angels who were not very… well, angelic. You see he spoke of angels marrying
humans – ring a bell? That offended the current way of thinking, of course, so the book was
omitted.”

“So they had censorship even in those days!” said Ron.

“We’re going to have to get a lot of books on Atlantis,” said Harry. “There’s probably hundreds
and hundreds of them.”

“And all giving a different location for Atlantis, no doubt,” said Ginny.

“And you won’t find anything written by the establishment on it,” said Hermione. “They look on
anyone who even mentions the word ‘Atlantis’ as a crank. That’s why it’s been left to the
enlightened few to write about it, those brave souls who don’t give a monkeys if they’re shunned by
the establishment.”

“And we think that times have changed since the Synod of Nicene?” said Margot, reflectively.

“There’s quite a bit about Atlantis in those new-age books I read,” said Ron. “Perhaps we should
start with those.”

“This is probably going to be the most difficult part of the quest,” said Ginny. “How are we
going to find a land that disappeared below the ocean ages and ages ago?”

“I don’t know, Ginny,” answered Hermione. “But don’t forget that the last few pages of the Book
of Thoth are still blank. Perhaps we’ll get directions when the book is complete.”

“And all we can do until that happens is to try to find out as much as we can about where the
researchers think Atlantis is,” said Margot.

“I wonder when the sixth helper will contact us?” asked Ginny. “If finding Nibiru is the last
leg of the quest, and it must be – remember that Thoth told us we had to go back to the start of
wizard-kind – Nibiru – then he, or she, should make an appearance fairly soon, don’t you
think?”

“I can’t understand why we haven’t been contacted before now,” said Harry. “But Thoth obviously
knows what he’s talking about, so we’ll just have to wait.”

“Do you think that when she, or he, eventually appears we’ll know that it’s the sixth helper?”
asked Ron. “I mean; the person probably won’t even know herself that she has to be part of the
team.”

“Or himself,” said Ginny, frowning at her brother.

“Come on, we’d better get some sleep,” said Hermione. “I know that Dumbledore told us to take
the day off tomorrow, but I, for one, am going to start reading Ron’s books first thing in the
morning.”

***

The following morning, Katie walked beside her father as they patrolled the edge of the
Forbidden Forest. She kept glancing at him, trying to decide if this was a good time to talk to him
about Ceri, and she felt nervous about broaching the subject.

“Uh Dad,” she began. “What do you think of Ceri? She’s a very nice lady isn’t she?”

Sirius looked at his daughter long and hard, wondering why she seemed so nervous, and
speculating that she may have picked up on his obvious attraction to the beautiful American. “Yes,
she is,” he said. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, you’ve both been living in each other’s pockets for quite a while now, so I thought that
you might be… well, sort of attached in other ways.”

“Other ways? What do you mean, Katie?”

Katie groaned silently, well aware that this wasn’t going to be easy. She stopped and turned
towards him, deciding that attack was the best way forward. “Well, it’s obvious how you feel about
her, Dad. So when are you two going to see the light and get together?”

Sirius stood stunned for a few moments. “Is it that obvious? You… you don’t mind?”

“Of course I don’t mind,” she replied, catching under his arm. “Mum died a long time ago, and
it’s about time you got a life.”

Sirius looked across to the far end of the school grounds, where Ceri and Nadine were
patrolling, and stared wistfully towards the subject of their conversation. Earlier that morning,
Katie, Nadine, Charlie, Oliver and Remus had discussed the situation, and had decided that things
had gone on long enough, and it was well overdue that Sirius and Ceri gave in to their feelings.
Katie and Nadine had agreed that they would tackle each of them separately during the morning
patrol.

“I… I’ve spoken to Katie about you and her father,” said Nadine, glancing at Ceri.

“You’ve what?” she replied, looking panicky.

“I told her how you feel about him and… how he feels about you.”

“What did she say?” asked Ceri, hurriedly, looking concerned as she stared at Sirius and his
daughter walking at the far end of the grounds.

Nadine smiled. “She thought it was cute.”

“Cute? What do you mean? She wasn’t… upset at all?”

“Of course she wasn’t. I told you, Katie’s a very sensible girl, and there’s nothing she’d like
more that to see her father happy. She’s talking to him about you right now.”

“What?” The panic was now plain to see in her face.

“Oh, I think she’s finished talking to him. Here he comes! I think I’d better see how she got
on.”

“No – don’t go!” shouted Ceri. Her mind was in turmoil as she watched Nadine walk across the
grass in the direction of Sirius, who was still striding purposefully towards her. She was caught
in the depths of indecision, not knowing whether to run and hide somewhere, or stay where she stood
to find out what Sirius really thought about her. She remained rooted to the spot.

As they passed, Nadine whispered to Sirius, seeing the determined look on his rugged features,
“Be gentle with her – she’s in a bit of a panic.”

“She’s not the only one,” he whispered in reply.

As he got ever closer, Sirius’ earlier determination started to wane. His stride faltered at the
realisation that he had absolutely no idea what he was going to say. But all thoughts of composing
a flowery speech were driven from his head when he got within five yards of her and saw the look in
her eyes. He melted when he saw how vulnerable she looked, a vulnerability mixed with a tinge of
panic and fear.

He slowly approached and reached out to her, drawing her close to him and gazing deep into her
lovely eyes. “Ceri, I… I love you, you know. I think I always have.”

Ceri couldn’t suppress the sob that escaped from her lips, and it was her turn to reach up and
pull Sirius tightly to her, the tears flowing freely as she rested her head on his shoulder and
whispered, “Me too, Sirius.”

“I can’t believe this,” said Sirius. “Why has it taken us so long?”

“Fear Sirius,” breathed Ceri. “Fear of the unknown.”

Sirius cupped the back of her head with his right hand and leaned forward to crush his lips
against hers. All his pent-up emotion went into that kiss, and Ceri responded in kind.

Ginny let out a yell of delight as she saw the scene unfold before her as she watched from the
window of Gryffindor common room. Nadine had earlier given her the wheeze that something was likely
to happen at the edge of the Forbidden Forest that morning and Ginny had ignored all attempts by
her friends to make her join in their research of Ron’s books, waiting for the beautiful moment to
arrive.

“Quick,” she shouted, “you’d better come and see this.”

“At last!” exclaimed Harry as he saw what was happening across the school grounds.

“Do you think they’ll ever come up for breath?” grinned Ron, leaning over his sister.

“It’s so sweet,” said Margot, catching Ron’s hand.

“I’m so happy for them,” breathed Hermione, wiping a small tear from the corner of her eye. “I
thought it would never happen.”

“Do you think we should go down to speak to them?” asked Harry.

Ginny shook her head. “No, not yet. They’ve got a lot to catch up on.”

Katie and Nadine hugged each other when they saw what was happening. A little earlier, they’d
stood frozen to the spot, fearful that their plan would somehow backfire, but now they knew that it
had worked.

“No regrets?” asked Nadine.

“None at all,” Katie replied. “Look at them – how can I regret what they just found.”

When Sirius and Ceri walked up to the school some time later, they were mobbed by all their
friends. They grinned self-consciously as they accepted their congratulations, and felt a great
relief that the people who were closest to them were genuinely happy for them.

***

Lord Voldemort gazed along the double row of Death Eaters standing before him outside his cave.
They were the Dark Guard, now the elite in Voldemort’s army following the disappearance of Alvis
Grimwald and his men, and at their front stood his inner circle. He held the Disc of Gates up in
front of them so that all could see it. “The time has come. The spells have been revealed and the
ancient talisman is now under my control.”

The Death Eaters roared their approval.

“In two days, we show the world what we are capable of. I plan to demonstrate my power both here
and in America. And when they have seen, they will capitulate. You, my Dark Guard, will stand by my
side and witness the destruction, which will herald the start of a new era. They will quake with
fear when they hear of what will be unleashed on them unless they submit to my rule.”

He looked from one end of the line to the other, and then at his inner circle. “Lucius – I want
you to contact my chief lieutenants in the U.S. I want them to select for me a high profile target
that will send shock waves through the land. Tell them that I want to attack at first light the day
after tomorrow.”

Lucius nodded and hurriedly left the scene to carry out the Dark Lord’s orders.

“When we return, we will strike at the spiritual heart of the magical community in this country.
There will be no doubting my intent, and the Ministry will quickly fall.

“Then I will seek out the Anima Summas and wipe them from the face of the Earth.”

***

“I’m glad to hear that Sirius and Ceri are together at last,” said Demont as he and Anne-Marie
sat at the kitchen table across form Charlie and Nadine in the cabin. They’d decided to visit
Nadine’s brother once more, using the good news as cover for one more try to get to the bottom of
the mystery.

Charlie had been very reluctant at first, now almost convinced that the mystery was confined to
Nadine’s head, but he’d relented to accompany her following his girlfriend’s initial gentle
persuasion, later anger, and final tantrums. And he now thought that perhaps she’d been right all
along.

Demont and Anne-Marie were obviously very agitated, glancing at their watches frequently and
fidgeting in their seats as the early afternoon wore on.

“We’re not keeping you from anything important are we?” asked Charlie.

“No… no, nothing,” replied Demont, glancing at his girlfriend. “Well, we just want to check out
a few of the hippogriffs up at the forest, and we know where they’ll be at this time of the day. We
don’t want to miss them.”

“We’d better get going then,” said Nadine. “We have to be back at Hogwarts before long, in any
case.”

Demont looked slightly relieved and quickly rose from his chair. “Well it’s been great seeing
you again, but I know how busy you all are back at Hogwarts.”

After saying their goodbyes, the pair walked up the small valley towards their Portkey. Charlie
frowned at Nadine. “What are you up to? Why did you tell them we had to get back to the school so
quickly?”

“We’re not going Charlie,” she said with a wry smile. “That was just a ruse to get them off
their guard. Did you see how nervous they both were? I’m sure that something’s going to happen very
soon, and they obviously didn’t want us around when it does.”

“What’ve you got in mind?”

“We’ll keep a watch from these trees, and if they come back out of the cabin, we’ll follow
them.”

Charlie looked at Nadine a bit doubtfully, but didn’t raise any objections. They entered the
line of trees towards the top of the valley and settled down to wait, looking down at the cabin for
any sign of movement.

About ten minutes later, four cloaked figures approached the cabin from the bottom end of the
valley – two witches and two wizards. They looked about them nervously as if to make sure that they
weren’t being observed, and knocked the cabin door and stood impatiently for it to be opened.

The door opened a crack and then opened fully. Anne-Marie quickly ushered the new arrivals
inside and then stood for a few moments, looking around the valley to make sure that no one was
watching.

“Who the devil were they?” exclaimed Charlie.

Nadine shook her head. “I’ve got no idea. I didn’t recognise any of them.”

“Does this fit in with your suspicions?” he asked.

Again Nadine shook her head. “No. I didn’t expect this. I suppose I was wrong. But there’s
something odd going on, all the same.”

“So what did you think it was – I mean, your first suspicion?”

Nadine coloured up slightly. “Never you mind - the least said about that the better. But we’ve
got something else to chew on now.”

“I wonder who those people are?”

“So do I Charlie, so do I.”

***

Professor Snape walked between the rows of seats, looking at the seventh-year students chop
their potions ingredients. He grinned evilly as he watched Neville make a mess of the dandelion
roots, and looked forward to the time when he’d demonstrate the effects of one of the more
difficult potions of their final year.

“Come on,” he yelled. “This has to be done quickly of you’re to get it right. It’s about time
you were adding the liquid ingredients now!”

Ron scowled as he tipped the chopped roots into his cauldron and reached for the can of
caterpillars to extract their greasy innards.

Ten minutes later, most of the students had started to apply the variable heat techniques they’d
learned the previous year, and sat back to wait for the bubbling concoctions to simmer down to form
a gelatinous paste.

Hermione glanced at Margot’s potion and grinned when she saw that it was roughly the same colour
and consistency as her own, but she gasped when she looked at poor old Neville’s. His potion was
far too runny and was a bile-green colour instead of the sickly-yellow of the rest. She feared the
worst as she saw the smug look on Snape’s face as he glanced towards Neville.

“Right,” he said suddenly. “They should all be nearly ready now. I want you all to stir the
potion until it gets to the soft-peak stage, then take the piece of cloth in front of you and smear
it with the potion.”

A few minutes later, they all sat looking at their small pieces of cloth in front of them,
staring at the wisps of steam that rose into the air, filling the room with the faint smell of
rotten eggs.

“Longbottom,” said Snape in oily tones, “come to the front of the class and show everyone your
piece of cloth.”

Neville slowly got up from his seat and glanced nervously at Snape as he approached, holding his
piece of cloth gingerly by the corner.

“Now I’d like you to place the cloth against your forehead, the side smeared with your potion
next to your skin.”

Neville glanced around the room fearfully, looking at the malevolent grins of the Slytherins and
the worried frowns of the Gryffindors, as he slowly reached up and placed the cloth onto the front
of his head.

“How long do I have to hold it there Professor?” he squeaked.

“Until something happens,” answered Snape, looking at his watch. He waited for a few moments and
then turned to the rest of the class.

“If Longbottom has done this correctly,” he grinned at some of the Slytherins as they sniggered,
“then in one minute’s time, his face will glow with a healthy sheen as the potion infuses the skin
with the most wonderful of tonics. But if he hasn’t,” he turned and grinned evilly at Neville, “his
face will erupt with hundreds and hundreds of dark-coloured warts.”

He glanced once more at his watch and then back up at the hapless Neville, who squeaked
fearfully as he felt things start to happen. Hermione and Margot gasped as they saw Neville’s face
start to become covered in vile warts. After a few more minutes, the poor boy’s face was completely
covered.

Hermione shouted at Snape, “How long will they stay on his face, Professor?”

“Only for the rest of the day Granger. Right - the rest of you try it.”

Everyone was just a little nervous as each applied their cloth to their forehead, but the vast
majority walked out at the end of the class with healthy, shining faces. Neville and Goyle were the
only exceptions.

***

That night, Margot had a dream – or more correctly, a nightmare. The following morning, she sat
at the headmaster’s desk telling everyone what it was about.

“I saw someone walk out of a dark cave,” she said. “It was ‘You Know Who’. And he was holding
the Disc above his head.”

She shuddered as she recalled the vivid images of her dream. “He said some strange words and the
black crystal at the centre of the Disc started to glow with a strange light. Then he walked
further out from the cave and held the Disc higher, the crystal getting brighter, yet darker, at
the same time. It’s difficult to describe – I could never have envisaged something getting brighter
and darker all at the same time.”

Her grandfather reached out and stroked her hair. “It’s all right Margot. But carry on - we need
to know what you saw.”

“Everything happened so quickly,” she said. “A bright black light shot from the crystal at the
centre of the Disc, but when I looked at where it was aimed, there was nothing – just nothing.
Whatever had been there, was completely gone – all that was left was just an eerie emptiness.”

Margot gasped and covered her face with her hands as she tried to shut out the dreadful images,
and Ron leaned close and held her tightly, trying to banish the agony of her vision.

“Do you think that ‘You Know Who’ has…” started McGonagall.

Dumbledore nodded grimly. “I’m afraid so, Minerva. It looks like he’s got at the spells at last.
Margot,” he said gently, “did you get a sense of when this might happen? Where it will happen?”

She shook her head. “No, I’m sorry Professor, I told you everything I felt and saw.”

Dumbledore nodded. “It’s all right Margot.” He turned and spoke to the rest of the people in his
office. “I think we can expect this to happen fairly soon, and we’ve got a lot of thinking to do.
Once he’s activated the Disc, he’ll feel that nothing can stand in his way. We’d better start to
make some contingency plans, I feel.”

***

Alicia shivered as she walked with Fred up to the ramshackle headquarters building in Camp
Merlin. It was early morning and she pulled her robes tightly around her as she looked up at the
leaden sky, which promised something nasty in the not too distant future.

They started up the steps to the main entrance, but the door suddenly burst open and ‘Mad Eye’
Moody limped out, grinning at the pair. Alicia suppressed a shudder as she looked at Moody’s
magical eye revolving crazily in its socket.

“Welcome to Camp Merlin,” bellowed the old wizard, catching around their shoulders and leading
them back down the steps. “Glad you could both make it – I want to try out a few things with your
Relocator gadgets. We’ve already started a little exercise – there’s a squad of trainees from Camp
Morgana hiding out in the rough country just outside these woods, and a team from this camp is
going to try to track them down – and try to avoid a few ambushes of course. I’d like you both to
join them.”

“What sort of things do you want to try out?” asked Fred.

“Well one of the most difficult things to defend against is the unexpected attack – a well
planned ambush can be devastating, so I want to try out some tactical formations as the team walk
through the more exposed places. I know you can’t make the Relocators react automatically when a
curse is being thrown, but I’d like to try and improve reaction times by the team members – I’m
hoping that if you observe what goes on, it might give you some ideas that’ll help with that.”

“So you’d like us to follow close behind them?” asked Fred.

“That’s right laddie, they’ll be leaving in about five minutes. The team leader, Gerwyn, has
issued Relocators to his team and he knows what I’m looking for.”

“How long is the exercise likely to last?” asked Alicia, glancing once more at the dark clouds
above.

“Oh that depends,” replied ‘Mad Eye’. “It may be over in an hour or it could go on all day – it
only finishes when every member of one team is captured. You’re not afraid of getting a bit wet are
you?”

“Well hypothermia and pneumonia did spring to mind,” said Alicia.

“Oh don’t worry lassie,” said ‘Mad Eye’ in an off-hand manner. “Gerwyn’s got plenty of magical
flasks of hot soup, and in any case, the nurse here is almost as good as Madame Pomfrey.”

Alicia glanced at Fred darkly as they walked across the compound towards a group of ten young
witches and wizards. Moody introduced the pair, and then turned on his heel and limped quickly back
to his headquarters building, the loud clicks from his walking stick diminishing and then
disappearing all together as he went inside.

“I hope you two are up for a bit of roughing it?” smiled Gerwyn as he appraised Fred and Alicia.
“It can get a bit wild on these mountains this late in autumn.”

Fred groaned as he felt the negative vibes coming from Alicia, and he made a point of not
looking at her as he replied, “It gets just as inhospitable up in Scotland, Gerwyn. We’re both used
to a bit of cold and rain.”

“Good. We’ll head out along the path for a mile or so before we come to the open ground. We
don’t know where the enemy is, only that they’re out there somewhere. Once we get out of the cover
of the woods, I suggest that you follow us about twenty yards back – you don’t want to get hit by a
full body bind if you can help it, do you!”

“Lead on,” said Fred, gesturing to the path that led into the dark forest.

The pair hung back a little to let the trainees get well ahead, and then followed. Fred screwed
up his eyes, waiting for the explosion.

“Fred Weasley!” exclaimed Alicia, turning to face him and jabbing a finger into his chest. “Why
on earth did I agree to come on this… this… this ridiculous jaunt with you! I bet that Angelina is
sitting in a nice warm room back at the Shrieking Shack, sipping a nice hot cup of tea, and look at
us! If we get out of this in one piece, you can look out!”

Fred smiled weakly, but didn’t dare reply. He thought of saying something amusing, but he didn’t
think it would go down very well with the angry girl at this particular moment. He looked up as the
first few drops of sleet started to fall from the sky, and thought that he’d better not tell Alicia
that once they emerged from the protection of the forest, the conditions would only get worse.

Alicia stormed ahead, making Fred increase his stride to catch up with her, but for the next
fifteen minutes or so she maintained a stony silence. Again, Fred groaned silently. He’d hoped that
he’d be able to get a bit closer to her on this exercise, hoped that perhaps she’d start to feel
for him what he felt for her, but he resigned himself to being consigned to the doghouse for the
remainder of the day.

Gerwyn was waiting for the pair at the edge of the forest, and tossed them several tiny flasks.
“I think you’ll need these as the day wears on – I don’t think this weather’s going to get any
better.”

Fred looked out from the cover of the trees and saw the sleet driving across the landscape,
driven by quite a stiff breeze. The high tussock grass swayed in the icy wind, bending over to
reveal the muddy water-filled channels that meandered beneath it. Gerwyn pointed to a rocky knoll
about half a mile away to their right. “We’ll head towards that hill and see if we can pick up any
sign of the enemy. Oh, you’d better watch your footing on this stretch of the moor – you can easily
break an ankle if you’re not careful.”

Alicia pulled the hood of her robes over her head and walked out onto the moor. She shuddered as
she felt the full force of the wind and the icy sleet and staggered slightly as she stepped across
the hummocks of grass. Fred held out a hand and caught her elbow, trying to steady her, but she
pulled her arm away angrily.

“I was only trying to help,” said Fred, staring forlornly at the angry girl.

“Well don’t!” she blurted, and staggered on in the wake of the trainees.

Fifteen minutes later, they all stood on the firmer ground of the little rocky hillock that rose
above the treacherous grass and looked around the terrain. Behind them was the wood and to either
side was the rough featureless moorland, stretching for several miles in both directions.

Gerwyn pointed to the middle distance ahead of them, where the tussock grass became dotted with
rocky outcrops, marking the start of an area that led into the rocky terrain of limestone
country.

“That’s where they’re likely to be,” said Gerwyn. “In amongst those rocks and ravines. Now when
we get there, form up into the pattern we talked about at the briefing, and yell out if you spot
anything. And as soon as you hear a yell, press your Relocator button. Are you two ok?”

“We’ll follow on behind and keep a close look out,” said Fred, then turning to Alicia, said, “I
don’t know what, exactly, we’ll be able to spot; just keep an open mind and see if you can come up
with something.”

Alicia nodded and followed Fred slowly down the knoll and across the horrible clumps of grass
towards the rocky area. The team arranged themselves into an odd-shaped formation, two in the lead,
three on each side, the middle ones walking side-ways while keeping a close watch on their flanks,
and two at the rear, again walking in a crab-like fashion as they scrutinised the likely hiding
places to the sides and rear.

Fred whispered to Alicia, “If anything’s going to happen, I think it’ll be over there.” He
pointed to some raised ground to the right, about a hundred yards ahead of them, where several
little ravines led through some hillocks towards some low cliffs.

Alicia nodded. “I think you’re right. That’s a classic place to hold an ambush.”

Fred grinned. Those were the first civil words Alicia had said to him since they’d arrived at
Camp Merlin, and he hoped that her dark mood was slipping away at last. Alicia mentally kicked
herself. She hadn’t intended to appear friendly so soon. Her evil mood had started before they’d
left the Shrieking Shack that morning, but the cause wasn’t anything that Fred had said or done.
She just felt put out, mainly with Angelina, at being manipulated into coming on this trip. She’d
started to melt when she’d seen the stricken look on Fred’s face after she’d rebuffed his offer of
help a few minutes ago, and she thought, perhaps, that this whole thing might just turn out to be
fun if she let it – despite the atrocious weather.

She was dragged from her thoughts when she spotted movement towards the top of one of the
hillocks, just where Fred had pointed to a few moments ago. Their team was now directly below, and
obviously hadn’t seen anything yet. She held out a hand and placed it on Fred’s arm, silently
pointing to the hillock with the other. They both stopped and waited for the action to begin.

The trainee that Alicia had spotted flung the first spell, hitting one of the wizards on the
right of the formation and placing him in a full body bind. The trainee behind the one who was hit
yelled, and the rest of the team were relocated to positions ten yards away, but not before another
of the group was hit. They took up defensive positions behind several rocks opposite the hillock
and traded spells with the ambushers for the next half hour. Then the attackers fell silent. After
another ten minutes of inaction, Gerwyn sent two of his team around the flanks of the hillock to
find out what was going on, and a few minutes later they walked back, reporting that the area was
now clear.

“They’ve gone on to look for their next place to ambush us,” said Gerwyn, shaking his head in
resignation. “They can do this all day until they get all of us.”

He released his two colleagues from their body binds, and sent them back to Camp Merlin, their
part in the exercise now over.

The team arranged themselves into a slightly different formation and walked on through the rocky
terrain.

Over the next few hours, they endured three surprise attacks, and four more of their number
returned to camp, leaving just four to resume the exercise. Before they did, however, Gerwyn called
a halt for lunch, and led the way into an old ruined farmhouse. Although it no longer had a
ceiling, some of the walls still stood and provided some shelter from the persistent sleet and
wind. Gerwyn talked tactics to his remaining three team-members over lunch, while Fred and Alicia
sat together on a cold, hard flagstone in a corner of one of the rooms to eat their sandwiches.

“Have you spotted anything yet Lissy?” asked Fred.

Alicia thought for a few moments before replying. “Each one of those ambushes was sudden and
very efficient. The people who were hit had absolutely no warning it was coming, and stood no
chance of Relocating in time to avoid it. There must be something that can be done to give them
some sort of early warning of an attack.”

Fred nodded in agreement. “There’re two things that may be possible. One – we can attach a sort
of strap on the Relocator so that it can be strapped onto the wrist and sit at the base of the
palm. That way, an Auror need only close his hand to activate it – it would save several precious
fractions of a second.”

Alicia grinned and nodded. “That should be easy to do - it’s just one extra step in the
production process. And the second one?”

“That’s more difficult,” said Fred. “And it means making an entirely new device. I was thinking
that perhaps we could build a small detector, which the Auror can wear somewhere on the outside of
his robes. It should be possible to make something that will pick up the magical vibrations as soon
as a spell is thrown, and warn the Auror in some way – say a bleep or something. What do you
think?”

“I suppose so…” she answered, then her eyes opened wide as she thought of something. “We can do
better than that,” she said excitedly. “What if we attach the device – we can make it very small -
to the other end of the strap holding the Relocator, and when it detects a spell being thrown, it
could send a signal into the wrist muscles, causing the Auror’s hand to clasp shut and press the
button. It’s the closest we’ll come to making the Relocator work automatically.”

Fred thought for a few moments and then gasped, “Yes. I think I can see how we can do that –
I’ll have to run it past George, but I don’t think there’ll be a problem. That’s brilliant
Lissy.”

In his excitement, Fred leaned forward and grasped Alicia by the shoulders, pulling her close
and planting a big kiss on her cheek. Then, as he drew back, his eyes grew wide, realising what
he’d done. Alicia stared at Fred through shaded eyes, a pink tinge running up her cheeks.

“Uh… sorry Alicia,” said Fred shakily. “I… I’d better go and tell Gerwyn about our ideas – see
what he thinks.”

As Fred got up and walked across to the four trainees, Alicia slowly grinned as she placed her
hand on the spot where Fred had kissed her. She looked at her boss’ back with narrowed eyes and
breathed quietly to herself, “I don’t think he was joking – he was genuinely shy when he realised
what he’d done. I think Angelina was right about him – and about me, if it comes to that!”

A few minutes later, Fred walked back over, grinning. “They like it,” he said. “And now that our
job is done, fancy a bit of fun? I told Gerwyn that we’ll help him out – I’ve volunteered our
services. What do you say?”

Alicia grinned at his infectious enthusiasm. “Why not? It might be a bit warmer that standing
around watching the action anyway.”

Half an hour later, the six walked slowly down a narrow ravine, well aware that this place was a
likely spot for an ambush. Alicia yelled when she heard the scrape of a careless boot against some
loose stones and pressed her Relocator button. The rest of the team reacted quickly and avoided the
first volley of spells sent from the rocks above.

Later, Fred swore blind that he hadn’t put a special charm on Alicia’s Relocator. He was adamant
that it was purely coincidental that they both relocated behind a large rock, facing each other
with their lips just inches apart. They stared deeply into each other’s eyes and then leaned
forward, both feeling a tingling elation as their lips met. They both reached up and pulled
themselves into closer contact as the battle raged around them.

Gerwyn and his team, now reduced to four effective members, were quickly immobilised by the
attackers, as were Fred and Alicia. The attackers took five minutes to recover from their hilarity
at seeing two of the enemy, their romantic pose frozen by the full body bind, still locked in an
embrace, and they insisted on keeping the spell in place while they levitated them and took them
back to Camp Merlin to be put on display in front of the whole camp – the unlikely trophies of
their victory.

‘Mad Eye’ Moody had a wide grin on his face as he released the pair from the spell. “I thought
you came here to work, not play,” he said.

Fred and Alicia’s faces were now crimson from the embarrassment of it all. “Uh, Mr. Moody – sir
– you won’t say anything about this to George when you see him next will you?” asked Fred
pleadingly.

Moody turned to the laughing trainees gathered around the couple. “What do you say? Should I
keep quiet about this?”

“I’ll reserve judgement on that response,” he said, grinning at Fred as he listened to the
opposing choruses of ‘Yes!’ and ‘No!’

That evening, Fred and Alicia arrived back at the Shrieking Shack just in time for dinner, Fred
sitting alongside George and Alicia taking the spare seat beside Angelina.

“Well?” whispered Angelina.

“Well what?” Alicia replied.

“Something’s happened hasn’t it? I can see it in your face.”

Alicia coloured up slightly and glanced across the table at Fred, who was ignoring the various
dishes of food in front of him and grinning at her dreamily. Angelina glanced at Fred and a wide
smile lit up her face. She gasped, “I knew it!”

“You knew what?” said George, looking across the table.

“Those two,” she said. “I knew that if they were left on their own they’d finally connect.”

Lee and the ministry employees grinned, looking at the red but happy faces of the pair, but
George just sat stunned. “Good god!” he exclaimed.

***

The happy news spread quickly throughout Hogwarts when Ginny read the message delivered by
George’s owl the following morning. She ran down to the Great Hall and told Ron and the others, who
passed the news along the length of the Gryffindor table.

Nadine smiled happily when Ron rushed up to the top table and spoke to them, but frowned
slightly when she looked down towards Ginny, who sat staring into the distance with a sad
expression on her face. “What’s the matter with Ginny?” she asked Ron. “Wasn’t she glad to hear the
news?”

Ron looked quizzically at Nadine and then towards Ginny, shaking his head. “She was the first to
hear about it, and she was as excited as I’ve ever seen her. I don’t know why she’s looking like
that.”

Nadine turned to Ceri and prised her away from Sirius for a few moments, pointing down at the
red-haired girl. “Can you pick up any emotions from Ginny? I think there’s something wrong.”

Ceri stared at Ginny and concentrated. “Sadness,” she breathed, frowning, “All I can pick up is
sadness.”

As the students started to file out of the Great Hall, Nadine waved for Hermione and Margot to
join her. “There’s something the matter with Ginny,” she told them. “Ceri’s just picked up feelings
of sadness coming from her. Has anything happened to cause this?”

“No nothing,” said Hermione, looking worried as she glanced towards her friend still sitting at
the table.

“She hasn’t said anything’s wrong,” said Margot. “Only a few minutes ago she was full of
excitement when she told us about Fred and Alicia.”

“Perhaps it might be a good idea for you both to have a quiet word with her,” said Ceri. “She’s
more likely to open up to you two that us.”

Hermione and Margot nodded and walked slowly down towards the table where they sat, one on
either side of Ginny, who jumped slightly when she saw that she was no longer alone.

“What’s the matter Ginny?” asked Hermione. “You were looking so sad a few moments ago.”

Ginny grinned weakly, but then her face dropped into a sad expression once more. “It’s not that
I’m unhappy about Fred and Alicia – I’m really, really excited for them both, but it… it just
brought it home to me that everybody seems to be getting together except me. There’s you two, Fred,
Charlie and Nadine, Sirius and Ceri – and I’m really pleased for you all. But when is it going to
be my turn? Will it ever be my turn?”

“Oh Ginny,” breathed Hermione, rubbing her friend’s shoulder. “We’ve spoken about this before,
haven’t we? I’m sure you’ll find the right one soon.”

“Maybe it’ll be the sixth team member,” said Margot. “He might be out there now, just waiting
for you to come into his life.”

Ginny smiled weakly, knowing full well that her friends were just trying to buck her up – she
knew that they didn’t know – no one knew – whether the sixth team member would be the one, or even
if it would be a boy.”

“I’m sorry,” she told them. “I’m just being silly, aren’t I?”

***

The sun was just pushing its first rays of light over the horizon, lighting up the pretty little
town in a remote part of New England. To the untrained eye, there was nothing remarkable about the
town. But to those who knew about such things, it was a very remarkable place. Most of the
inhabitants were made up of witches and wizards, most of whom worked in the Congress of Magic
offices in Washington.

As he’d done on his last visit to the country, Lord Voldemort stood on a hill looking down at
the town. He hissed with anticipation, eager to activate and use the fabled powers of the Disc of
Gates for the first time. He’d spent days learning the correct pronunciations of the spells from
Ahmed, and he’d rewarded the Arab with a brief look at some of the writings in the Necronomicon –
after all, that was his wish. Voldemort hadn’t really known if Ahmed was mentally strong enough to
survive the experience, but survive he did. But he returned to his home in Jordan just a little bit
unhinged.

Voldemort glanced at the two struggling figures, a witch and a wizard, who were held firmly by
four beefy American Death Eaters. “Watch what happens here this morning,” he told them. “Note every
detail of what will happen to your miserable town, for that is the price of your survival. That is
why you won’t join your fellow citizens in what is to come.”

He turned to look down on the town once more, then raised the Disc of Gates from its resting
place on his chest and held it above his head, making sure that the dark crystal at the centre
pointed towards the middle of the town. He breathed deeply, feeling the power build, then he roared
the spells that sent destruction onto the unsuspecting folk below.

*“NEGELTU BABU ETUTU.”* The dark crystal at the centre of the Disc stared to glow, sending
vibrations through the Dark Lord’s arms as he felt the power, telling him that it was primed for
use.

“ABATU MARE ALI.”

A dark light crept slowly from the crystal, picking up speed as it neared its target. The light
spread out to cover the whole town and then faded, the dark light coming from the crystal slowly
waning until it was as it had been before. Nothing seemed to have been destroyed, though. The town
still stood and not a building had fallen. But Voldemort and his Death Eaters knew what had
happened, and the two prisoners would soon know as well.

“Release them,” said Voldemort. The two stopped struggling when they were free once more, and
just stared grimly at the Dark Lord, wondering what had happened in the town.

“Go back to your homes below,” said Voldemort, “and when you have seen, tell those in power that
Lord Voldemort has started his campaign of terror. Tell them that I will wait for one week for
their surrender. And if I don’t receive it, then I will give another demonstration of my power, and
then another and another until they finally see sense. Tell them to publish their answer in the
wizarding press. One week – no longer. Now go.”

Voldemort and his minions disappeared from the hill overlooking the town, Apparating back to the
Portkey, which they would use to return to the U.K. for the next demonstration of power later that
afternoon.

The witch and wizard walked quickly to the town and rushed into their little house, and then
upstairs to where their two children were sleeping. They both gasped when they found the two little
beds unoccupied, and rushed through the rest of the house, trying to find where they’d hidden
themselves following the attack by the four large Death Eaters. But they found nothing.

They ran quickly to the house next door, hoping that the kids had gone to their elderly
neighbours for help, but there was no answer to their pounding on the front door. They ran to the
next house, with the same result, and so it went until they came to a house where they knew that an
elderly Muggle was bedridden, looked after by her son and his wife. This time, they found that the
front door was open and they rushed inside and upstairs to the bedrooms. But no one was there – the
house was completely empty.

They ran, panic-stricken, to the little newsagents at the bottom of their street where they knew
the wizard opened his shop at the crack of dawn, but although the shop was open, no one stood
behind the counter. For the next hour, they went from house to house, shop to shop, but not a
person could be found – it was as if the inhabitants had been wiped from the face of the Earth.

Finally, they gave up the fruitless search and Apparated to the buildings of the Magical
Congress to raise the alarm.

***

It was just after lunch at Hogwarts and the cold rain swilled down heavily, soaking the school
grounds and the many people who milled about. When Dumbledore received the urgent message from
Fudge just under half an hour previously, telling him of the attack in New England, he hadn’t
wasted a minute putting into action the contingency plan he’d previously worked out with his
closest advisors. He knew that Voldemort had started his terror campaign using the Disc of Gates
and he also knew that nowhere in the country was safe any longer, not even Hogwarts - especially
not Hogwarts.

Dumbledore was only too aware that the Anima Summas would be right towards the top of
Voldemort’s list of targets, and Hogwarts would be one of the first places he’d come looking for
them. It had been an agonising decision to close the school, but one that was necessary for the
safety of the students, and the Anima Summas in particular.

Most of the professors were organising the horseless carriages to take the students to Hogsmeade
railway station – the Hogwarts express had been on standby there for several days, and it would
soon be leaving for the comparative safety of the Capitol.

Five of the students, however, would not be on it. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Margot would
be leaving Hogwarts shortly for a secret site, accompanied by the protectors, Dumbledore,
McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick, Jules, Dobby, Winky and Hagrid – and Fang, of course.

They’d agreed on a remote site, one that was very rarely visited, but was also known to the five
friends and their protectors. Ever since it had been chosen, everyone had been warned not to breath
a word of it for fear that the spy, who still hadn’t been detected, would get wind of it.

The elves, with the exception of Winky and Dobby of course, would be dispersed among the
families of the most trusted students. But now they were helping to move the contents of the school
library down to the Portkey site, just outside the main entranceway. Dumbledore had also insisted
that his own collection of volumes should be taken – he didn’t want Voldemort getting his hands on
some of the more valuable ones. Winky, Dobby, Flitwick and McGonagall were kept busy ferrying the
books and several other valuable items, including the sorting hat, via the Portkey to their new
destination.

The last of the students left for the station, the four horseless carriages moving swiftly down
the drive. The spy in the last carriage stuck her head out of the window and looked back in
frustration – she hadn’t been able to find out where the secret site was, and she knew that her
spying days were over – she hoped that the Dark Lord wouldn’t take out his frustration on her.

The activity in the school grounds became less frantic after they’d left – but only marginally
so. It was a curious sight – Fang was barking at Hedwig and Pigwidgeon, who were hooting at Fawkes,
who was disdainful in his complete lack of interest in what was going on around him.

“Are we about ready to leave, Headmaster?” asked an anxious Sirius.

“Not yet,” he said. “Fred, George and the others are still to arrive, and I’ve asked George to
make sure the train leaves safely before he comes.”

“Here they come now, Headmaster,” said Snape. Fred and Alicia led the group from the Shrieking
Shack into the school grounds, levitating a huge mound of boxes before them – they’d destroyed the
stocks that they couldn’t manage to take with them, but made sure that they had all the Relocators
and the raw materials needed to continue their production – and the prototypes of the Relocators
that Fred and Alicia had dreamt up. The twins had readily agreed to move their operation to the
secret site once Dumbledore had told them about an imminent attack on the school.

“George should be here shortly,” shouted Fred. “I heard the train leaving before we came into
the school grounds.”

Harry stood slightly apart from everybody, looking sadly up at Gryffindor Tower. He hated to
leave the place that had been his home for almost seven years, but he knew that Dumbledore’s
decision was the correct one. It was even more important, now that they were so close to completing
the final quest, that they avoid a confrontation with Voldemort. He knew that they’d stand little
chance against the Disc of Gates unless they got hold of the final spell.

Hermione walked up to stand beside him. “Let’s hope we won’t be away for too long, Harry.”

Harry glanced at her, frowning. “I only hope that when we come back it’ll still be
standing.”

Dumbledore walked up to stand beside the pair, looking equally sad. “I’ve got a feeling that
Voldemort won’t destroy the school. This used to be his home too, a long time ago, as you know, and
he loved the place back then.”

He seemed to pull himself taller and a determined look came into his eyes. “But even though
Hogwarts has had to be abandoned, I absolutely refuse to abandon what it represents. Apart from the
professors who will accompany us, the others will be carrying on with the teaching process – even
though it will be a lot more difficult. They’ll be Owling the students with lessons each day and
receiving regular assessment test from them so that they can keep tabs on their progress. It’s far
from ideal, of course, but it’s the best we can do under the circumstances and it might just help
to keep their minds off the horror that will surely come over the next few weeks and months.”

Hermione smiled at the headmaster. “I think it’s absolutely amazing that you’ve been able to set
this up in so short a time, Professor.”

“It’s thanks to all the professors that this has been possible,” he replied. “They’ll have their
work cut out to keep up with all the owls that they’ll get each day.”

“Here’s George,” shouted Ron.

Dumbledore sighed, “It’s time to go. Come on you two.”

Fifteen minutes later, Hogwarts School and grounds were completely empty – deserted for the
first time since it was built so long ago. At the same time, a surprisingly fine afternoon greeted
the new arrivals at the secret site. It wasn’t often, just at the start of winter, that it was fine
deep in the mountains of the Central Beacons, and Harry and the others were relieved as they looked
up at the surrounding cliffs in the hanging valley of Craig Cerrig-Gleisiad – the secret resting
place of Pontius Aurigula.

***

Less than one hour later, Voldemort and his elite guard stood on the mountainside overlooking
Hogsmeade. He frowned at the lack of movement in the village, and looked beyond towards the school,
where there appeared to be an equal lack of activity.

He turned to Lucius. “What’s this, Lucius? Everything seems to be deserted!”

Lucius shook his head. “Everything seemed normal just a few hours ago, my Lord. Perhaps they’ve
heard of the events in America and decided to leave, fearing that you’d target them next.”

Voldemort hissed and shouted to his guard. “Get down there and search the place – bring anyone
you find up here to me.”

Half an hour later, Travis walked up to his master. “The place is deserted, my Lord. We found
just these two old people hiding in one of the houses.”

Voldemort walked up to the old witch and wizard, who were struggling in the grasp of some of his
guards. “Where is everybody? Where have they gone?”

The old wizard’s chin jutted out in defiance. “Gone – away from here. Dumbledore told them you’d
come.”

“Why didn’t you join them?” he hissed.

“We’ve lived here all our lives, and neither you nor anyone else will drive us from our
home.”

“Brave words, old man,” said Voldemort darkly. He turned to Travis. “Take them further up the
mountain and make sure they watch the power of the Disc.”

Voldemort raised the Disc of Gates above his head and felt the power build. He aimed it at the
far end of the village and shouted the ancient spell that activated the Disc. Then, when he felt
the raw power surge through the Disc, he shouted the spell of destruction.

*“DUG ABATU.”*

A dark crimson beam shot from the Disc and destroyed a small cottage towards the middle of the
village. Then Voldemort slightly raised his aim and the beam wove a trail of destruction through
the houses at the far end of the village, finally coming to rest on the Shrieking Shack, which
exploded in a cloud of crushed bricks and wood.

Voldemort turned to the two defiant people. “Tell Cornelius Fudge what you have seen. I could
easily have destroyed the whole village, but it looks more impressive to show how selective my
power can be, don’t you think? Tell him that I demand his complete capitulation to my rule. If I
have not read his answer in the Daily Prophet by one week from today, I will start destroying all
the wizarding communities in the country – and then it will be the turn of the Muggles. Do you
understand?”

The wizard nodded his head briefly. Voldemort then signalled to his men and strode down the
mountainside, leaving the two old people to stare after him. He led his men through the outskirts
of Hogsmeade and through the rubble where once stood half the village. He stopped when he came to
the school gates and lifted his wand to diminish the wards that were still in place, then he walked
onto the hallowed turf and up towards the school.

He stood outside the main entrance while he signalled his men to search the buildings, and
hissed with frustration when they reported that no one was left inside.

He resisted the temptation to destroy the school, and raised his head into the driving rain,
shouting to the wind to give vent to his anger, “You can’t hide from me Anima Summas. I will track
you down – make no mistake about that!”

***

Cornelius Fudge was in a panic as he sat at his desk in his office at the Ministry of Magic.
Facing him looking equally unsettled was his counterpart from the American Magical Congress – Jack
Branson - who’d made an impromptu visit to London that morning to deliver the news of Voldemort’s
attack.

Fudge looked up as Marcus popped his head around the door and beckoned to him. Fudge walked over
and listened to what he had to say for a few minutes, then sighed and sat back down at his
desk.

“Well it’s happened here,” he told the American. “He’s destroyed half of Hogsmeade – thank god
you gave us sufficient warning to evacuate the place. And we’ve had the same message that you had –
we’ve got one week to give him an answer.”

Branson thumped his fist down hard on Fudge’s desk. “We can’t give in to these sorts of threats
– it’s inconceivable to hand over power to that madman.”

“I agree,” said Fudge, “but there’s no doubting the power of that device he has – and he’s
perfectly capable of carrying out his threats. I’d better speak to the Prime Minister – warn him
about what we’re up against.”

Branson nodded. “I’ll speak to the President this evening when I get back. But he’ll want to
know what’s happening with the Anima Summas – how close they are to completing the final quest, and
when they can take this guy on.”

“I spoke to Professor Dumbledore earlier,” Fudge replied, “and he says that they’re very close
now – it seems that they’ve got one more ancient place to find, then they’ll be ready. They’ve
moved to a secret location to carry on with their research, and they’ve got full protection
there.”

“Will he be able to find them?” asked Branson.

“It’s unlikely – not even I know where they’ve gone. But Dumbledore has promised to keep me
informed of progress, and as soon as I hear something, I’ll let you know straight away.”

Branson nodded. “We’ll have to use the week’s grace to think up what we’re going to publish in
the magical press – we don’t want to give in, but I’m sure we can come up with a form of words that
will stall him a bit longer.”

Fudge frowned. “It had better be good – he’s no fool, and he’s not the most patient of
people.”

***

Charlie, Ceri, Remus and Oliver all rubbed their hands vigorously together and stamped their
feet on the frozen ground in an attempt to generate a bit of heat – they’d drawn the short straws
to place Whammos and various magical wards on the tops of the cliffs surrounding the hanging
valley. Sirius, Katie and Nadine were doing the same on the terrain down below at the entrance into
the valley.

The day had been fine – not a cloud in the sky – but that inevitably meant a hard frost at night
at this time of year – especially in the mountains. The afternoon had been spent erecting the
buildings and tents to house everyone and the large library of books, and setting up wards in the
immediate vicinity, and it wasn’t until darkness had fallen that they’d had the time to set up
their wider defences.

They made their way around the top of the cliffs, using their wands to light the way, and placed
Whammos at regular intervals both close to the cliff and further back on the grassy terrain.
Finally, they dropped down towards the valley entrance and met up with Sirius and the others before
walking up into the newly erected community for a well-earned hot supper.

Ceri greeted Sirius with a brief peck on the cheek, and caught under his arm as they walked
along. The rest hung back slightly and grinned at the couple – they knew that they’d had precious
little time to get fully comfortable with their new situation, and hoped that they’d be able to
spend some time together at this remote place, before going on what they hoped would be the last
leg of the quest.

Their thoughts inevitable turned to the quest, and the research that the five kids would be
doing. On the morning of the evacuation, Hermione had received several books from her parents,
following her urgent request, and she’d seemed confident that they had everything they needed to
make a judgment on the likely location of Nibiru – Atlantis.

Earlier that evening, Dumbledore had called a brief meeting with the protectors and had told
them about Voldemort’s ultimatum, but he’d made it clear that they weren’t to say anything about it
to the five youngsters – he didn’t want to put any undue pressure on them that might interfere with
the quality of their research. He rightly surmised that rather than spurring them on to greater
efforts, it would most likely be counter-productive and may cause them to come to hasty and
ill-conceived decisions.

“It’s a far cry from the Great Hall,” said Katie as she walked into the dining tent, where most
of the others were already sitting around the circular table.

“What’s for supper?” asked Oliver as he took the seat next to Harry.

“Something called Welsh Rarebit,” he replied. “Don’t ask me what it is, but Dobby seems to think
that we’ll like it.”

“Hey Ceri,” shouted Ron when she and Sirius sat down opposite them, “what’s this Welsh Rarebit
then?”

“Oh you’ll love it Ron,” she said. “It’s called ‘Caws Pobi’ in Welsh, and it’s a savoury dish.
It’s a hot, thick cheesy sauce on toast, using one-year-old Cheddar cheese mixed with eggs, butter,
flour, beer, mustard, pepper and Worcestershire sauce. Just the job for a cold night like
this.”

Ron smiled and stuck his nose in the air as Winky and Dobby ‘popped’ into the dining tent
carrying trays of the steaming traditional dish. Fifteen minutes later he was calling for more,
while everyone else just leaned back in their seats, patting their full stomachs.

The next morning, the five sat in the library tent with a pile of books about fabled Atlantis on
the large table. The freezing temperatures of the night before had disappeared, but the first
flurries of snow had started early with the arrival of the dark clouds that threatened to block out
the sun for some time to come.

“It’s amazing,” said Ginny. “Nobody knows where Atlantis is, yet there’s all these books about
it.”

“That’s just human nature Ginny,” said Hermione. “Always striving to find something – even if
they don’t quite believe themselves that it actually exists.”

“But *we* know it exists,” said Harry. “But how are we going to sort out the facts from all
this speculation?”

“I think we should start at the beginning,” said Margot.

“I agree,” said Hermione.

“So where’s the beginning?” asked Ron.

“That’s Plato,” replied Hermione. “All these books are as a result of his two dialogues – the
Timaeus and the Critias. Most of the critics point out that all the information about Atlantis is
confined to these two books, with no corroborating evidence from any other source. But, of course,
we know that’s not strictly true, because the demise of Atlantis was as a result of the Great Flood
– and whatever was the cause of it – and there’s plenty of legends concerning the Flood from
virtually every ancient culture in the world.”

“So shall we stick with Plato first then?” asked Ginny.

Hermione nodded. “I’ve already done some reading on that. The two books were written in the
fourth century BC, and Atlantis is given only a brief mention in the first one – The Timaeus. The
second book - The Critias, which Pluto never completed - goes on to give a lot more detail about
the ancient civilisation. Plato quotes Solon – the Archon of Athens – who was the first person to
bring the story of Atlantis to the attention of the ancient Greeks. Solon heard about it during his
travels throughout Egypt, when he visited a temple priest in the city of Sais in the Egyptian Delta
region. The priest told him that the history of the lost civilisation was written on the pillars of
the ancient temple by none other than Thoth, and that Atlantis was destroyed some 9,000 years
before Solon’s visit. That dates the destruction to about 9,500 to 10,000 BC!”

“What’s an Archon, Hermione?” interrupted Ron.

“It’s a chief Magistrate in ancient Greece,” she replied, before continuing, “The Critias gives
a lot of the physical details of Atlantis, their religions, legislature and so forth, but since it
doesn’t exist as it was described any more I think we can ignore all that.”

“So where does Solon say that Atlantis actually was?” asked Harry.

“The only thing he says is that it lay beyond the pillars of Hercules – that’s the Straights of
Gibraltar – the narrow straights that form the boundary between the Mediterranean Sea and the
Atlantic Ocean.”

“And how big did he say it was?” asked Margot.

“Huge – he said that it was as big as Libya – that’s what the Greeks called Africa by the way -
and Asia combined.”

“That’s crazy!” exclaimed Ginny. “That would make it bigger than the North Atlantic Ocean
itself!”

“Don’t forget, Ginny,” answered Hermione, “the full extent of Libya and Asia wasn’t known to the
Greeks back then, so it was probably a lot smaller that it at first might seem.”

“Ok then,” said Ron. “So where does that leave us?”

“We read,” said Harry. “We’ve got to find out what all these researchers have come up with, and
then try to decide where the most likely location for Atlantis is.”

***

“Aaaarrrggghhh,” yelled Lee Jordan as he looked angrily at Fred and George. “I think you two
should be the guinea pigs for trying this out and let me fire the wand!”

Alicia, Angelina and most of the Ministry employees giggled, but looked quickly back down at the
things they were working on when Lee shot them all a dark look. The twins looked sheepishly at Lee,
who was shaking his left hand after the little detection device had sent a pulse of energy into his
wrist, causing his hand to extend rather than contract.

“Sorry Lee,” said George. “Too much power, I think. Hang on a minute while we make some
adjustments.”

Fred released the strap holding the little square-shaped box from Lee’s wrist and set in on the
little table at the far end of their production tent. They opened the box and spoke in muted tones
as they made some adjustments with their wands and then walked back to Lee.

“I want a big bonus for doing this!” Lee exclaimed as he allowed Fred to strap the device back
on his wrist.

“Don’t worry Lee,” said Fred. “If this works out, we’ll all have a nice big bonus. Ready?”

Lee closed his eyes and waited for George to fire off an unforgivable curse from the far end of
the tent, his wand aimed at the ground. Before they left Hogsmeade, the twins had obtained special
permission to use unforgivable curses in the interests of research and development of the new
device.

*“CRUCIO,”* yelled George, and Lee collapsed to the floor, rubbing his wrist and laughing
uncontrollably.

“Uh, too little power this time,” said Fred as George approached.

Lee got up from the floor and again speared the pair with an evil look. “I don’t know what was
worse, the pain or the itch!”

Again, Fred and George made adjustments to the little box and strapped it back on Lee’s
wrist.

*“CRUCIO,”* yelled George, and this time it was smiles all round as Lee relocated ten yards
to the left of his earlier position. The energy pulse had been of the right magnitude and caused
his fingers to clench into his palm, activating the Relocator button.

“Excellent,” shouted Alicia, feeling very pleased that her suggestion had been put into practice
and that it appeared to work properly at last.

“We’ve still got a lot of tests to do,” said Fred, “but I think we’ve cracked it.”

One of the most difficult things with the project had been to get the device to detect only
unforgivable curses – as George had pointed out quite early in its development, it would be of no
use just to detect ordinary magical spells, because in the thick of a fight with Death Eaters,
Aurors would be Relocating right, left and centre, and would cause too much disruption to any
tactics employed.

“We’ll make about fifty initially, I think,” said George. “And we can test out each one to make
sure the adjustments are right. Then we can give some to Sirius to try out on their next jaunt, and
Moody can have the others.”

“Don’t expect to use *me* to test them all out,” said Lee.

“Don’t worry Lee,” replied Fred, “we’ll all test them. After all, we don’t know yet whether the
pulse strength will suit everybody. Some people may need less power and some more, so between the
fifteen of us here we should be able to find that out.”

“We can ask Sirius and the others to help with the tests as well,” said Angelina. “And thinking
about it, it may be better if we use *them*. At least we’d be sure that they’d work for them
out in the field.”

“Good thinking Ang,” said George. “We can ask them at lunch.”

***

The five youngsters sat in the library tent that evening, determined to get in one more session
before going to bed. They were all engrossed in the books they were reading, but Ron suddenly
slammed his shut and flung it onto the table.

“This is so bloody repetitive,” he said, shaking his head. “Most of these researchers write
about the same things, and apart from just a few, they all home in on no more than about six
general locations.”

“I’m finding the same thing too,” said Hermione. The others nodded in agreement.

“Let’s recap what we’ve found so far then,” said Harry. “I’ve come across some weird and
wonderful propositions, but most of the books I’ve read seem to concentrate on three main sites –
the island of Santorini in the Mediterranean, the islands of the Caribbean and the Bahamas, and the
small island groups on the Eastern side of the North Atlantic.”

“That’s what I’m getting too,” said Ginny, a sentiment echoed by the others.

“So what do you think?” asked Ron. “Should we count up the votes for each place and go with the
most popular?”

“That’s hardly the most logical way to go about it Ron,” admonished Margot. “I’m sure we can
come up with something better than that.”

“Why don’t we discuss the pros and cons for each place,” said Ginny, “and come to a consensus on
the most likely place?”

They all nodded and looked at Hermione. “You want me to start it off, I suppose!”

“Come on Hermione,” said Ron. “You know how much you like to talk about various theories, and
don’t worry, if you start on one of your rants, I’ll put a silencing spell on you.”

She shot a warning look at Ron, and then glanced down at the notes she’d made. “Well I think we
can forget about the Santorini option. To start with, it’s *inside* the Pillars of Hercules
and not *outside* them like Plato said. And in any case, that’s the place where the academic
establishment – or at least those who’ve dared to write about it - think where it is. And only
because it fits in with a known event – the huge volcanic explosion that destroyed the island of
Thera – that’s what Santorini was called in ancient times.”

“And god forbid that you’d agree with anything the establishment think,” breathed Ron under his
breath.

“I heard that Ron!” she exclaimed. “But they’re way off the mark in any case. They think that
Atlantis was part of the Minoan civilisation, but everyone knows that they continued to flourish on
Crete for several hundred years after the explosion – they weren’t destroyed by a single
cataclysm!”

“If you say so,” grinned Harry.

“Don’t tease her!” exclaimed Margot. “She’s perfectly correct in what she says.

Hermione shot Margot a look of gratitude and continued, “Now the other two regions are more
difficult to assess. Some of these authors have made a very strong case for Atlantis being in the
Caribbean and surrounding islands, with their seat of power centred on the Greater Antilles –
that’s Cuba, Hispaniola and Puerto Rico. It seems to tie in with the legends of the ancient
cultures of South and Central America – like the Olmecs, the Toltecs and the Maya - that talk about
strange white-skinned people with blue eyes coming to their lands from the East and bringing
civilisation to their people.”

“That ties in well with what we know from the Book of Thoth,” said Ginny.

Hermione nodded. “But the names of the leaders of the strange people don’t ring any bells –
Quetzalcoatl in Mexico and Viracocha further south - there are other equally unfamiliar and
unpronounceable names put forward as well, depending on the culture.”

“I read about the strange structures they’ve found under the sea off the Bahamas,” said Margot.
“Do you think there’s a link?”

Hermione nodded. “Almost certainly so. If they’re right, the Antilles and Bahamas were part of
the same great island chain of Atlantis. Some of the researchers have proposed that the area was
devastated by a huge falling asteroid or comet, and I suppose that when you look at the islands on
a map, they do seem to form the outer rim of a massive crater.”

“What about the other side of the Atlantic?” asked Ginny. “Do you think that some of the island
groups there have an equally strong claim to be Atlantis?”

“Yes, I think so,” she replied. “The Azores are right on Dolphin ridge – that’s the mid-Atlantic
ridge running from Iceland to the Bahamas – and the nine islands of the group could well be the
tops of the highest mountains of Atlantis, left stranded there after the great destruction and
flood. Some authors say that the Canary Islands are part of the same island chain, as well. In many
ways, it makes more sense for Atlantis to be situated close to the Pillars of Hercules, because
that would explain how the Egyptians came to know about the place. The Carthaginians and
Phoenicians – the great seafaring peoples of ancient times – also knew about the Azores, and they
could have brought back the tales of a great civilisation that once lived there. Then, there’s the
mysterious statue, now lost, that the first modern seafarers found on one of the islands. It was of
a man sitting on a horse and his arm was pointing to the west.”

“So which is it?” asked Harry. “The Caribbean or the Azores?”

Hermione shrugged her shoulders. “Your guess is as good as mine. But I read somewhere that
there’s no secret so hidden that it cannot be found. We’ll just have to read the rest of the books
and hope that one of us stumbles across something that’ll point the way to one or the other as the
most likely place.”

Author’s notes : Please leave a review. No images for this chapter, I’m afraid. Watch out for
chapter 6 – Hot and Cold – coming soon.



6. Hot and Cold
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Chapter 6 Hot and Cold

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infringement is intended.

Ron shivered as he poked his head out of the tent. “Hey Harry,” he called back inside. “It’s
snowing! It looks like we’ll have a white Christmas this year.”

It was the morning of Christmas Eve, but this year it would be unlike any Christmas that had
gone before. No one had had any time to buy presents and Dumbledore had made it clear that he
didn’t want anyone leaving the valley in case any lurking Death Eaters recognised one of their
number. Harry crawled over to his friend and peered out at the white landscape – grinning as he saw
how the snow, driven into the cliff face by the strong wind, clung to the many cracks and ledges
from top to bottom.

“It’s a lot more rugged that Hogwarts,” he said. “But just as beautiful in a wild sort of
way.”

“Bugger that!” exclaimed Ron. “I just hope that we’ve got a nice hot breakfast this
morning.”

“What’ve we got later this morning?” asked Harry. “Learning with Professor Denarnaud or more
reading?”

“More reading, I think,” Ron replied, frowning as he pulled his sweater over his head. “But I
don’t know how we’ll be able to decide where to go next – The Azores and the Caribbean seem to be
equally likely for the site of Atlantis.”

“We’ve just got to trust Hermione on this,” said Harry, tying his shoelaces. “She seems to think
that we’ll find something to tip the balance, and she’s usually right about things like that.”

Try as they might, however, the five were unable to find anything decisive that day, although
they all had their heads buried in books for most of the time. So they had no idea that Dumbledore
and the others were conspiring to make Christmas day one to remember. They hadn’t been able to buy
the kids any presents, but they *were* planning a big surprise for them.

Hermione, Ginny and Margot sank wearily into their beds that night and barely managed to whisper
‘goodnight’ before falling to sleep. They were still sleeping, as were Harry and Ron, at nine
o’clock on Christmas morning but by then, ‘Santa’ Dumbledore and his little helpers had everything
in place.

At nine thirty, Ginny opened one eye and looked towards the tent flap that was blowing crazily
in the wind. She wondered whether that was the noise that woke her, but then she heard something
else, and she grinned when she recognised the discordant tones that only her brother George could
generate – and they were getting closer. She quickly leaned across and shook Hermione and Margot
awake, then sat back, a big smile on her face, to see what was going to happen.

*‘I saw three ships come sailing by, on Christmas Day, on Christmas Day,”* sang George,
getting ever closer to the girls’ tent.

“Ho, ho, ho – merry Christmas,” he shouted, flinging back the tent flap and poking his head
inside to see three grinning faces looking at him. He was dressed in a ‘Santa’ costume and carried
a sack over his back.

“Merry Christmas George,” they echoed, as George walked inside.

“What’ve you got in that sack?” asked Ginny.

“Uh, nothing,” he replied. “But every self-respecting ‘Santa’ has to carry a sack, hasn’t
he?”

The girls giggled. “So why are you dressed like that?” asked Hermione.

“Well it *is* Christmas Day,” he said. “So hurry up and get dressed – there’s something in
the big tent I want to show you.”

George walked back outside and waited, grinning as he heard the frenzied sounds of the girls
donning their clothes. He looked across at Fred, who was similarly attired, waiting outside the
boys’ tent, as Harry and Ron quickly got dressed.

The girls were the first to appear and George led them over to stand beside Fred while they
waited for the boys. Then the twins led them all over to the main tent, trudging slowly through the
one-foot deep snow.

“What do you think is going on?” Margot whispered.

“Beats me,” answered Ron.

As they got closer, they began to hear the sounds of singing coming from inside. But the number
of voices singing ‘Oh Come All Ye Faithful’ seemed to be far greater than the twenty-six
inhabitants, including Winky and Dobby, of Craig Cerrig-Gleisiad. The five youngsters glanced at
each other curiously, wondering who else could be there.

Fred and George held open the tent flap and gestured them inside. The five walked in and
suddenly stopped, staring in awe at the scene before them. The inside of the tent was straight from
a Christmas postcard – most of it magically created. Twelve large Christmas trees, adorned with
lights and baubles, stood around the walls of the tent and balloons, streamers, and all manner of
decorations hung down from the ceiling, or otherwise floated around the tent. At the back of the
tent was a huge log fire, crackling away merrily, but the fire wasn’t the only thing that induced
the warm glow felt by the five friends. At one side of the fire stood Dumbledore, the other
professors, the protectors, Hagrid, Winky and Dobby, and the thirteen staff of Weasleys’ Wizard
Wheezes and on the other side stood Arthur and Molly, Bill and Percy, Millie and Arbuthnot Granger,
Margot’s parents and grandfather, Ifor, Bethan and the two kids, Demont and Anne-Marie, Colin
Creevey and Clare Bryant and their parents.

The three girls had tears in their eyes as they flung themselves at their families, hugging them
tightly. Ron followed his sister to greet his parents and brothers, while Harry walked over to
stand beside Sirius, Ceri, Katie, Oliver and Dumbledore. Katie and Ceri planted big kisses on
Harry’s cheeks and wished him a merry Christmas, but Harry was a bit too overcome with emotion to
respond in kind – he just held their hands and smiled.

He leaned over and whispered to Dumbledore, “How did you manage this? I thought you wanted to
keep the place a secret? Not that I’m complaining, Professor, I think it’s great that everybody’s
family is here.”

“They don’t know where they are, Harry,” he replied. “No-one has told them where this place is,
and they won’t ask – it was a condition of them coming, but they were all only too glad to join you
five for Christmas Day. We set up special Portkeys to bring them here, and that’s how they’ll all
return home this evening.”

Ron looked over to see Margot beckoning him over. His face fell slightly when he realised she
wanted him to meet her parents, but he walked nervously over towards them, hoping that he wouldn’t
make a fool of himself. But he needn’t have worried.

Margot’s parents both grinned at him. “So this is the boy that has swept my little girl off her
feet,” said Margot’s father, Jacques.

“I must say you are so very tall and handsome,” said his wife, Candice.

Ron blushed and stuttered, “P… pleased to meet you both.” He held out his hand, but his eyes
flew wide open, staring at the grinning Margot and Jules, as Jacques and Candice ignored his hand
and crushed him in a strong but affectionate hug. When he was set free, Ron grinned sheepishly as
he was led over to sit at the very large dining table between Margot’s parents.

“Be careful with him,” said Margot. “He can be very shy at times.”

“Don’t worry Margot,” said her mother. “We just want to get to know him a bit better.”

Ginny, meanwhile, had strolled over to Nadine and Charlie. “Has Demont said anything yet?” she
asked.

Nadine shook her head. “Nothing. I tried to bring up the subject earlier, but they just clammed
up.”

“We’ll see about that,” said Ginny, looking slyly over to the pair. “We’ve got all day to prise
it out of them.”

Charlie raised his eyes to the tent ceiling. “Count me out of this,” he said. “I’ll keep Bill
company.”

Rhian, Ifor’s pretty little seven-year-old, couldn’t take her eyes off Fred and George. She
leaned close to her brother and stood on tiptoe to whisper in his ear, “How can there be two Santas
Iolo?”

Iolo thought quickly, then answered, “Neither of them are really Santa, Rhian. Because this is a
very secret place, not even Santa can find it, so Ron’s two brothers have dressed up so that Harry
and his friends won’t be disappointed.”

“Ohhh,” she said, turning back to stare at Fred and George, who were walking across the floor
towards their parents.

George spotted Rhian staring at them and nudged Fred. “Look over there – that’s Ceri’s cousin’s
little girl – let’s go over and say hello.”

“Now who’s this pretty little girl?” said Fred, kneeling down in front of Rhian.

Rhian glanced at her brother and then grinned at Fred. “You’re not really Santa – Iolo told me.
You’ve dressed up to make Harry and his friends think that Santa hasn’t forgotten them.”

Fred and George suppressed a chuckle. “Well we can’t fool her, George - we’ve been rumbled.”

“Are you a wizard?” she asked.

“Yes, I am,” Fred replied. “Would you like to see a little bit of magic?” Rhian nodded.

Fred put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a red-coloured wine gum. He placed it in the
palm of his left hand, tapped it with his wand and muttered a few words. Rhian’s eyes grew wide as
she saw the wine gum start to grow larger and larger, until it filled Fred’s palm. Then it floated
slowly up towards the tent ceiling where it hovered for a few seconds, before exploding and
showering Rhian and Iolo with loads of multi-coloured wine gums. The little girl jumped up and
down, laughing and clapping her hands in delight while her brother picked up several of the
sweets.

“Is it ok to eat these?” he asked, staring at Fred suspiciously.

Fred laughed. “Yes – you can eat those.”

“Can you show me some more magic please?” asked Rhian.

“Your turn George,” said Fred, getting up from his knees.

George stroked his false beard for a few moments, then pulled his wand from his red robes and
pointed it at a little wooden stool sitting underneath one of the Christmas trees. The stool
wobbled, and then started walking towards Rhian and Iolo with a most curious gait. It stopped in
front of the girl, waiting.

“Go on, sit on it,” said George.

Rhian stared at George and then tentatively sat on the stool. She screeched with delight as the
stool once more started walking, carrying her towards Ceri and Sirius, who were talking to Rhian’s
parents. Ifor and Bethan stared in fascination as their daughter was transported towards them, but
grinned when they saw how much Rhian was enjoying the experience. The stool stopped in front of
Ceri, who reached down to lift the little girl into her arms and gave her a big hug.

Rhian put her mouth close to Ceri’s ear and whispered, “Auntie Ceri, can I ask you
something?”

Ceri placed Rhian back onto the floor and smiled. “Of course you can.”

“Can… can I be a witch?”

Sirius grinned and whispered, “Get out of that one, Auntie Ceri.”

Ceri looked pleadingly towards Ifor and Bethan, then knelt down and held Rhian by the shoulders.
“You’d really like to be a witch?”

Rhian nodded her head vigorously.

Ceri smiled and smoothed the little girl’s hair. “Being a witch is something… that you’re born
with. You see, no one can choose to be a witch – it all depends if you have magic inside you when
you’re born, and most girls haven’t got that. But it doesn’t really matter if you’re a witch or not
– you’ll still be loved by all your family and friends and you’ll still grow up to be a beautiful
young lady.”

“So does that mean I can’t be a witch?” The corners of Rhian’s lips took a downward turn.

“No – you may still be a witch, but you’re still too young for anybody to know whether you are
or not. All I’m saying is that if it turns out that you’re not, you mustn’t be sad or disappointed.
Everybody has their own special magic inside them – but it may not be the sort of magic that you
saw Uncle Fred and Uncle George do just a few minutes ago.”

Rhian brightened once more. “Ok. I think I understand, Auntie Ceri.” Then she turned and ran
back over to Iolo, who was deep in conversation with Fred and George.

“Phew,” said Ceri. “I hope I didn’t make things worse Bethan.”

“Of course not,” she replied. “All she’s talked about since you visited last year is whether she
can be a witch, and I’ve told her much the same as you did.”

Ceri smiled with relief and excused herself when she saw Bill beckoning to her. Bill had been
the last of the surprise guests to arrive that morning and Ceri hadn’t had much chance to talk to
him up till now.

He wore a broad grin as she approached. “Well there’s no mistaking that radiant look! I’m right
in thinking that Sirius has done the right thing at last?”

Ceri grinned and hugged him. “Yes – and I think I’ve got you to thank for that. Oh, it was a bit
dodgy for a while when neither of us could decide if it would upset Katie or not, but we needn’t
have worried.”

“I’m glad – really glad for you both. You deserve each other.”

“And how about you Bill? Are there any signs that you’ll settle down any time soon?”

Bill grinned, but there was a slightly forlorn look in his eyes. “Oh, you know me Ceri. I
suppose it must be difficult for girls to take me seriously, especially with my track record.”

Ceri frowned and stared at him intently. “Now you listen to me, Bill Weasley. I *do* know
you, and what I see is a very special and sensitive man. Don’t put yourself down – I’m sure that
there’re lots of girls that would take you seriously if only you’d give them a chance – and I’m
absolutely certain that there’ll be that one special person who’ll see you for who you really
are.”

“Well thanks for the vote of confidence,” he replied. “You wouldn’t like to be my PR secretary
would you?”

“Bill!” she exclaimed, laughing. “Just don’t give up on yourself.”

“Since when did my brother ever give up on himself?” said Charlie, joining the pair.

“Where’s Nadine?” asked Bill.

Charlie looked over and nodded towards a corner of the tent, where Nadine and Ginny were deep in
conversation with Demont and Anne-Marie. “My inquisitive girlfriend and even more inquisitive
sister are indulging in a bit of foreign intrigue.”

“So who were those strange people who went to the cabin just after we left?” asked Nadine.

Anne-Marie glanced worriedly at Demont, who put on a confused look. “What strange people?”

“Come on Demont!” exclaimed Nadine. “You can’t fool me. Charlie and I saw two witches and two
wizards go into the cabin, and they were looking very shifty. And don’t deny it – you couldn’t wait
to get rid of us. You must have been expecting them.”

It was Demont’s turn to look worriedly at Anne-Marie, but neither of them said anything.

“You’re not in any sort of… trouble are you?” asked Nadine, anxiously.

“You can tell us – whatever it is,” Ginny weighed in. “If you want to keep it secret, then it’s
safe with us.”

Demont looked at Anne-Marie and lifted his eyebrows questioningly. The beautiful French woman’s
shoulders slumped in resignation and nodded.

“Look,” said Demont. “What we’re about to tell you must remain between us four. You can’t tell
anyone else about it. And the only reason we’re telling you is to stop you prying – it might be…
well, a bit dangerous if you’re caught snooping around near the cabin.”

Ginny gasped, “Dangerous?”

“I knew it!” exclaimed Nadine. “You’re involved in something dodgy aren’t you!”

Demont shook his head in exasperation. “No, of course not. Now, do you both agree to keep this
strictly to yourselves?”

“Yes!” they both yelled and leaned closer, staring at the pair fixedly with impatient
anticipation.

Harry and Hermione looked up and stared, but then went back to talking to Colin and Clare.

Demont took a deep breath and reached out to hold Anne-Marie’s hand. “Anne-Marie and I… well…
we’re not supposed to be… together.”

Ginny stared and her mouth gaped slightly open. Nadine pursed her lips and waited.

Anne-Marie took up the conversation. “You see, I’m… well I’m the head of the French Auror
Defence Force. The mysterious people you saw the other day were four of my planning staff. They
came to the cabin to discuss the new location for our headquarters – that’s how I met Demont, you
see. We – the Minister of Magic and myself - anticipate that after Britain and America, France will
be ‘You Know Who’s next target, and we wanted to move our base of Auror operations to a secret
place that the Dark Forces couldn’t find.”

“Anne-Marie was given my name by the minister,” Demont continued. “He thought that I’d be able
to suggest a remote location for the headquarters close to the Forbidden Forest. When she poked her
head into the Magical Creatures office – that was just about the time I was giving my report on the
Magical Creature disturbances – and we saw each other…”

“We fell instantly in love,” whispered Anne-Marie.

Demont stared longingly into his girlfriend’s eyes. “Anne-Marie spent a lot of time up at the
cabin – under the pretext of evaluating the site I’d suggested – well let’s just say we combined a
bit of business with pleasure. So within the next few days, there’ll be a lot of activity up at the
Forbidden Forest – there’ll be lots of ministry people constructing the new headquarters, setting
up wards and that sort of thing.”

“So security is going to be tight,” said Anne-Marie. “And we wouldn’t want any of you to walk
into something that could be… dangerous for you. The security Aurors will be taking a very dim view
of any unauthorised person snooping around up there.”

Ginny’s brow creased in a frown. “I understand all that, but what I don’t understand is why
you’re not supposed to be together.”

“Ginny,” said Anne-Marie gently. “If it got out that Demont and I were an item, I’d lose my job
– and so would Demont.”

“But why?” cried Nadine.

“Because,” said Demont, “since ‘You Know Who’ came back on the scene, the French Ministry of
Magic decreed that any witch or wizard holding a sensitive position – one that that relates to the
security of the nation – must be completely free of any romantic attachments. They think – rightly
or wrongly – that the person could become compromised and subject to coercion if the Dark Forces
managed to kidnap or threaten his or her lover. Anne-Marie, obviously, holds one of the most
security-sensitive positions in Magical France, and since I’ve become involved in finding the site
for the new base of Auror operations, so have I.”

“At the time I got the job,” said Anne-Marie, “I had no attachments and no family – both my
parents are dead. For a long time, I tried to resist the attraction I felt for Demont, but it was
like trying to hold back the tide.”

Demont grinned. “And I just washed all over her.”

“Awww,” breathed Ginny, her eyes clouding with mistiness.

“So what are you both going to do?” asked Nadine. “You won’t be able to keep how you feel about
each other a secret for very long, not with a load of your colleagues being around the cabin
area.”

Demont and Marie both frowned and glanced sheepishly at each other. “We don’t know,” said
Demont. “We’ve discussed it, of course, and if the worse comes to the worse we’ll both have to
resign. But we still have one last hope.”

“You and your friends,” said Anne-Marie, staring intently at Ginny. “If the Anima Summas can
defeat the Dark Side soon, this silly ban will be lifted and we can come out into the open.”

“Don’t worry,” said Ginny solemnly. “Just hang in there – we think we’ve got one more place to
find before the final quest is completed. It won’t be long now – I hope.”

“So do I Ginny,” whispered Demont, as he reached out and squeezed her hand affectionately. “So
do I…”

The four of them turned and looked toward Harry and Hermione, who were still chatting with Colin
and Clare.

“So are you sorry you had to give up being our press secretaries?” asked Harry.

“Well… yes and no,” said Colin.

“We loved being involved – we really did,” added Clare. “But it got a bit scary towards the
end.”

“A lot of people were becoming very anxious, especially after all those raids started,” said
Colin, “and their anxiety came through in the letters they sent – some of them weren’t very nice.”
He glanced at Clare. “So I think it was best that Professor Dumbledore took us off it.”

Hermione looked at the pair, her eyes full of sympathy. “We’re sorry about that – it must have
been hard for you.”

Clare grinned. “Don’t worry – it wasn’t your fault. And when this is all over, maybe we can get
involved again – I’m absolutely sure that everybody will be writing to you when you get rid of ‘You
Know Who’.”

Harry glanced at Hermione, his face tinged with a trace of worry. “I hope so Clare.”

The rest of Christmas Day was a great success; it provided just the right sort of relief and
distraction for the five friends and everyone else involved with the quest.

***

Lord Voldemort paced slowly backwards and forwards in front of his throne. He was not in a good
mood – his original deadline to the American and British magical communities had long since
expired, but he’d agreed to an extension so that the Muggles in the highest position of authority
could be consulted and persuaded to submit to his rule.

He had the feeling that he was being stalled, but he decided to hold off for a little while
longer before resuming his personal demonstrations of power.

“Lucius!” he roared, bringing the fair-haired man running into the cave from his meeting with
the rest of the inner circle outside.

“Yes, my Lord,” he panted.

“I don’t like all this delay – it can only be to give Potter more time to finalise his quest.
Have you had any reports about their whereabouts yet?”

“No, my Lord. They just seem to have disappeared from the face of the Earth.”

Voldemort grunted. “I want you and the others to contact the Dark Forces in every country in the
world. I want them to be on high alert in case the Anima Summas come poking about in their patch. I
want them to cover every ancient site – every old ruin or place that may be linked to an ancient
civilisation. And I want them to report to me immediately they are spotted. The sooner I can get
them out of the way, the sooner we can take full control.”

“Yes, my Lord,” said Lucius, turning to walk back out of the cave.

“Oh and Lucius.” Malfoy hesitated and turned to face his master.

“Arrange a few raids, just to let them know we’re still here.”

“Yes, my Lord.” Lucius walked out and called the inner circle to him.

“We’ll divide the continents up between us,” he said. “Make sure you don’t miss any place – if
he finds out that Potter and his friends have visited somewhere and he’s not been told about it,
we’ll be the first in the firing line!”

They all groaned, but departed with a strong sense of purpose – and self-preservation.

***

“There’s loads and loads of islands in the Caribbean area,” said an exasperated Ginny, “but
there’s only nine in the Azores.”

“What’s your point Ginny?” asked Harry.

“Just that… oh, I don’t know!”

They only had a few more books to read now, and their patience was wearing a bit thin. Nothing,
so far, had pointed them in the right direction.

Ron, who’d been very quietly reading his book, suddenly looked up. “Remember Edgar Cayce?”

“The American ‘sleeping prophet’ – the one who had a psychic reading that the Hall of Records
was below the Giza Plateau?” asked Hermione.

“One and the same,” said Ron. “Well it seems he’s had a few things to say about Atlantis as
well.”

The other four sat up, waiting for Ron to continue.

“Come on Ron,” said Harry. “He was right about the Hall of Records, so maybe he’s right about
this as well!”

Ron grinned, pausing for a few moments to let the tension build. “In fact, he’s had quite a few
things to say about Atlantis. But the bit that just struck me in this book was his prediction – in
1936 he predicted that the first signs of Atlantis rising would be in the Bahamas, near the island
of Bimini, and he also predicted that they would be found in either 1967 or 1968.”

Again Ron paused. Margot let out an exasperated sigh and slapped his arm. “And? Come on Ron,
don’t tease!”

“Well they did find something in 1968 – what’s become known as the Bimini Roads. Less than
fifteen feet under the sea, under a mile off the shore of North Bimini, they found a series of
rectangular stones, laid out in two parallel rows. They turned out to be part of a much larger
structure that can only be seen from the air – it was spotted by a pilot flying from the island
back to America. They extend for about three quarters of a mile and then disappear under the
sand.”

“So they think that this is part of Atlantis?” asked Ginny.

“Well that’s the problem,” said Ron. “A lot of archaeologists have examined the stones, but they
can’t agree whether they were put there by an ancient civilisation or whether it’s just a natural
rock formation.”

“What does the author of that book think?” asked Harry.

“He thinks it’s part of Atlantis. He backs his claim by pointing out that the Bahamas were once
a large single island that became inundated following a disaster that occurred to the north of the
island. And there’s plenty of evidence for a strike by a comet or asteroid around that area in
about nine or ten thousand BC.”

“That puts it in the time frame of Plato’s story,” said Hermione.

“And there’s a map in the book that shows the Grand Bahama Bank and the extent of the land
boundary in ancient times,” added Ron.

“This is all very well,” said Margot, “but there’s no point going there unless we have something
to focus on. I mean, the structures are under the sea, albeit in shallow waters, but I can’t see
that we’ll find an entrance into a buried city or something similar under the sea!”

“Margot’s right,” said Hermione, her brow creased deep in thought. “Is there anything else in
that book Ron? Local legends or something that may indicate something worth looking at?”

“Well I didn’t see anything about local legends,” he replied, “but the author thinks that
there’s more to be found on the land itself. He says that the northern-most part of the island,
above a place called Paradise Point, is a narrow strip of land covered by mangrove forest. It’s
right opposite the Bimini Roads, and he thinks there may be something there. There’s a place called
the Healing Hole in the mangrove creeks as well, and at low tide cold water that has a high mineral
content rises up through a labyrinth of underwater tunnels and passages – the local people say it
has healing powers.”

“What do think?” asked Harry, looking at the others. “Is it worth a visit?”

“Well there’s nothing else in these books, so why not?” said Ginny.

They all looked at each other and nodded. “Ok,” said Harry. “Let’s go to see Dumbledore. Maybe
he knows somebody who can arrange for a Portkey.”

“We’d better see Snape as well,” said Ron, frowning. “You never know – we might have to go
swimming, so we’d better take a supply of Gillyweed.”

“Will you speak to him Margot?” asked Harry. “He likes you – or at least he likes you more than
the rest of us.” Margot groaned, but nodded.

***

“There were a number of Death Eater attacks last night,” said Snape, “both here and in America.”
He gazed around Dumbledore’s tent at the professors and protectors sitting around the headmaster’s
desk – they all wore grim expressions.

Dumbledore frowned. “He’s getting impatient. Fudge managed to stall him with that message in the
Daily Prophet, and so did Branson in America, but we’ve probably only got a day or two left before
he uses the Disc of Gates again.”

“Are they any closer to finding Atlantis?” asked McGonagall.

Professor Flitwick shook his head sadly. “I really feel for those kids. Ever since Plato wrote
about it, the best minds in the world have tried to find it, but they haven’t come up with anything
definite in more than 2,500 years. Harry and the others have only had a few weeks, and we’re
expecting them to come up with the answers.”

“The answer’s there somewhere,” said Sirius. “We know that, or the final quest would be
impossible to complete, but it’s just a matter of them looking in the right place to find the clue
that unlocks the mystery of Atlantis.”

“We can only hope that they find it soon,” said Snape, looking towards the tent entrance as the
five topics of conversation walked inside.

“Anything?” asked Charlie, hopefully.

“We think so,” said Ginny.

“Come and sit down,” said Dumbledore, gesturing to several empty seats. “Now – tell us what
you’ve found.”

Harry and Hermione, between them, told everyone what Ron had found and that they’d decided to
check things out on North Bimini Island. “So in the absence of any other clues, we thought that
this was our best chance,” Hermione concluded.

“Right!” said Dumbledore. “Does anyone here know of somebody in the Bahamas that could
help?”

They all shook their heads, but then Ceri brightened. “I don’t know anybody in the Bahamas, but
I know a witch who lives on the Atlantic coast of Florida – and Florida is only about fifty miles
away from Bimini.”

“Do you think she’d agree to set up a Portkey for us?” asked Remus.

“I’m sure she would, but how am I going to contact her? An owl would take several days to get
there and several more to return with the answer.”

“Is she on the American Floo Network?” asked the headmaster.

Ceri looked slightly puzzled – she knew that there weren’t any transatlantic Floo connections.
“Yes Professor, I think she is.”

“Good. Just a few days ago, I had a private Floo connection set up direct to Cornelius Fudge.
And I know that he’s had a private link set up with Jack Branson at the American Magical Congress
offices. So it should be possible for you to contact your friend very quickly.”

Ceri rose from her seat. “Where’s the chimney, Professor?”

“It’s in the storage tent at the back of the main tent,” he replied.

Ceri turned and walked quickly towards the tent entrance, but then turned back as she had a
sudden thought. “Where do you want the Portkey to be placed?”

Four of the youngsters looked blank, but Ron smiled. “That’s easy – Paradise Point, Ceri; ask
her to make it a bit of driftwood right on the high tide line.”

“Right,” she replied and rushed out of the tent.

Ron grinned and whispered to his friends, “I should have asked her to put some sun-loungers and
sun-umbrellas there as well.”

Sirius turned to the five. “What do know about the island? What’s the terrain like?”

“North of Paradise Point,” said Ron, “there’s a four-mile narrow strip of land – only yards wide
in some places, with the Atlantic on the Western end and a lagoon to the East. That’s where we
think we’ll find something. It’s uninhabited and the book I read said it’s covered in mangrove
forest with creeks running through it.”

Sirius groaned, “So there’ll be plenty of cover for an ambush then. We’d better make sure we
take the new Relocators with us – has Fred and George showed you all how to use them?”

“Yes,” Harry replied, “but what makes you think that there’ll be any Death Eaters waiting for
us? I can’t picture a cell of Dark Wizards at a place called Paradise Point!”

“You can’t be too careful Harry,” he said. “Voldemort has most likely got every Dark Wizard in
the world on the look out for you. Now that he’s lost the services of his spy, he’ll try any other
possible ways to get to you.”

“Have you got any photographs or maps of the place?” asked Oliver.

“No photos,” replied Ron, “except some of the Bimini Road structures, but I’ve got a map of the
island.”

Ron pulled the book from his pocket and turned quickly to the page showing the map of North
Bimini, which he spread out on the headmaster’s desk. Everyone got up and pored over it while Ron
pointed out Paradise Point and the strip of land they wanted to investigate.

“And this narrow strip is covered with mangrove forest?” asked Katie. Ron nodded.

“Well,” she said with a sigh, “as Dad said, plenty of places to hide, but there’s not many
places to run. If we have to scramble out of the way, we’ll end up in the sea!”

“Don’t worry,” said Ginny, grinning. “The sea temperature is about 72 degrees at this time of
year.”

They all turned as they heard Ceri walk back into the tent. “It’s all set up – she knows the
Island – goes there on holiday every year, so she’ll be able to Apparate to Paradise Point with no
problem. The Portkey should be in place by nine o’clock tonight, our time – that’s four in the
afternoon in the Bahamas.”

“We can go tonight then!” exclaimed Harry. “And we’ll still have a few hours of daylight to
search when we get there.”

***

“This *IS* paradise,” breathed Ron as he looked out at the blue-green waters off Paradise
Point. He’d already taken off his shoes and socks and was making a beeline for the gentle surf to
paddle in the warm water. He stopped just before the water’s edge and rolled up his trousers, then
lifted his robes and stepped into the deliciously tepid sea.

He turned to the others, a broad grin on his face. “Can’t you get Professor Dumbledore to move
our headquarters out here?”

Nadine leaned up against Charlie and caught his hand. “I just love your brother, Charlie. He
certainly knows how to enjoy himself.”

“Come on Ron,” shouted Charlie. “We’ve got work to do – remember?”

Ron sighed and walked back up the beach to his grinning girlfriend, where he flopped onto the
hot sand and dried his feet before donning his shoes and socks once more. Harry and Hermione looked
along the stretch of beach, lifting their heads to feel the warm afternoon sun on their faces,
while the protectors walked back to the Portkey site after checking around the area to make sure
there were no Death Eaters in sight.

Snape was the last to arrive back on the beach – he and Professor Flitwick had agreed to help
with lookout duties in the potentially dangerous environment of the mangrove forest. He looked at
Ron with a hint of disdain and blew away the droplet of perspiration that had rolled down from his
forehead to his lip. He hated hot and humid climates – he much preferred the cool air of back
home.

Ginny pointed past a stand of palm trees to the northwest. “The stone structures are underneath
the sea just there.”

Sirius, Ceri, Oliver and Katie stood close together and studied the low mangrove trees that
stretched along the beach to the north. “According to the map,” said Oliver, “it gets a lot
narrower the further north we go.”

“Well at least we won’t have to worry too much about an attack coming from our left flank,
especially if we keep close to the beach.”

“Oliver, will you and Katie take point again?” asked Sirius. Oliver nodded.

“I’ll take the right flank with Remus, Charlie and Nadine can take the left, while Ceri,
Professor Flitwick and Snape can bring up the rear. Come on you lot,” shouted Sirius. “It’s time to
find Atlantis.”

They all moved slightly inland and started walking towards the first of the trees. Harry and the
other four had spoken about the expedition back at the valley, and they weren’t really sure what
they were looking for, so they’d agreed to just keep an eye out for anything that looked the least
bit unusual, although since none of them had been to this part of the world before, they weren’t
really sure what was or wasn’t unusual.

They entered the trees and their progress slowed, the five looking closely at the ground and in
between the trees, while the protectors kept a close watch on the dense foliage ahead and to the
sides. None of them spotted the black-cloaked figure hiding behind the stand of palm trees back
along the beach.

The Death Eater was amazed when the group had materialised on the beach a little while earlier –
he hadn’t expected Potter and his friends to come to this part of the world. He’d been lying on the
warm sand doing his look-out stint opposite the Bimini Roads site, soaking up the sun behind the
trees, luckily for him, so he hadn’t been spotted, but there was no mistaking the lightening-bolt
scar on Harry’s forehead. His first instinct was to follow the group to see where they went, but
changed his mind when he saw that they were heading along the narrow strip of land and into the
mangrove forest – he knew that there was only one direction in which they could go – north. He
closed his eyes and Apparated back to the cabin on the south side of the island, and rushed in to
tell his group commander, and the other twenty-three Death Eaters that constituted the Bimini Dark
Force, the good news – he felt sure that the Dark Lord would reward him for being so observant.

But he frowned when the commander didn’t immediately go to the Floo fire to pass the word up the
line to their headquarters in Cuba. Instead, the commander stared at the floor, deep in
thought.

“We can do this!” he exclaimed. “Think about it – if we can capture or kill the Anima Summas and
their friends, we’ll be the toast of the Caribbean, and the rewards we’ll all get will be immense.
What do you say?”

Opinion was divided among the group, but the ayes just had it, and they Apparated back to the
spot where the foreigners had last been seen. The watch Death Eater pointed towards the mangrove
forest. “They went in there no more than ten minutes ago.”

“Well split up,” said the commander. “I’ll take half of you and follow on the right-hand edge of
the land and the rest of you take the left. Watch for my signal before you attack.”

Three hundred yards further north, Ginny stooped to look at an odd-shaped rock on the ground.
She lifted it to examine it more closely and screeched when a large beetle run from underneath it
and scurried away into the brush to her right. The protectors converged on her, their wands at the
ready. “Sorry,” she whispered, her face turning red. “I hate beetles.”

She quickly ran ahead to catch up with her friends, who were all stooped over looking into one
of the many creeks that wound through the mangroves. The next instant, they were all standing
together among the closely packed trees ten yards away to their right. They watched wide-eyed as
the curse that had activated their Relocators struck a tree branch, sending it tumbling to the
ground. Harry and Hermione joined hands and said the spell that covered the five in the
now-familiar emerald green protective light, but from where they were standing, they couldn’t get a
clear sight of the enemy through the thick scrub.

The protectors had also been transported a small distance away from where they were standing
when the curses started to fly. The Death Eaters just stood transfixed when their targets just
vanished from sight, and stared around the forest in confusion, trying to see where they’d gone.
One unfortunate fellow sensed a presence just behind and to the right, and quickly looked around to
see the sardonic grin on the face of Severus Snape just before he was stunned by the spell from the
Potion-master’s wand.

It was all confusion in the melee that followed. The protectors quickly became used to being
Apparated around the forest in fairly quick succession and managed to get off some spells before a
curse activated their devices and whisked them away again. Katie found herself staring at the back
of one Death Eater as she materialised on the right-hand edge of the forest, and felt confident
enough to tap him on the shoulder before putting him in a full body bind.

“Don’t get too cocky, Katie,” yelled Oliver who stood five yards away, but he found himself
talking to thin air as she disappeared from sight.

“Why not?” she asked from her position just behind him. “This is fun!”

Oliver growled, but found himself in amongst a dense thicket of brush before he could reply. He
took quick aim and downed yet another black-cloaked figure.

The remaining Death Eaters were no match for the quicksilver protectors, and they soon decided
that discretion was the better part of valour and started running back through the forest towards
Paradise Point. Sirius, Ceri, Oliver, Katie, Charlie and Snape gave chase, while Remus, Nadine and
Flitwick stayed close to the five youngsters, although they were perfectly safe cocooned within
their protective shield.

Fifteen minutes later, Remus couldn’t help grinning when he saw about a dozen unconscious Death
Eaters being levitated back to where he was waiting. He quickly did a head count of those that had
already been disabled. “That’s twenty-two of them Sirius,” he said. “Did you miss any?”

“We saw three more run out of the trees and Apparate away,” he replied. “Let’s revive one of
them and find out how many more are out there.”

Remus revived the Death Eater lying a few yards away and roughly jerked him to his feet. “How
many of you are in your group?” he asked, holding his wand menacingly to the side of the frightened
Death Eater’s head.

“T… twenty-five,” he stammered. “I told them not to attack you – don’t blame me!”

“Did you call for reinforcements?”

“N… no. The commander thought he could capture you all.”

“How many more of you are on the island?” asked Sirius.

“None. There are only twenty-five of us.”

“Which one is the commander?” asked Ceri, pointing at the unconscious Death Eaters who had now
been collected together.

The man looked at his colleagues and shook his head. “He’s not here. He must have escaped.”

“Will he be able to send a report and bring reinforcements?”

The Death Eater, now feeling a bit more comfortable, shook his head once more as his lips
twisted into a sickly grin. “Not if he values his life. He should have sent a report as soon as you
were spotted.”

“How did you know we were coming here?” asked Oliver.

“We didn’t. We had orders to guard all sites that are connected with ancient civilisations, and
the Bimini Roads site is the only one on the island.”

Sirius pointed his wand at the man and put him in a full body bind, then Remus supported his
weight as he lowered him to the floor.

“What do you think?” asked Charlie. “Should we get the hell out of here or spend some more time
searching.”

“We should continue the search,” said Harry, leading the other four to join the protectors.

“That commander might still bite the bullet and report that we’re here,” said Charlie.

Sirius thought for a few moments and turned to Snape, who out of them all, probably knew more
about the inner workings of the Death Eater mind than any of them. “What do you think, Severus?
Should we stay or go?”

Snape stared at Sirius, surprised that he’d asked his opinion. “I think we’ll have a couple of
hours before the commander plucks up the courage to report his failure. I suggest we use whatever
daylight is left to continue the search as quickly as we can – we really don’t want to come back
here another day.”

Sirius nodded. “Let’s get started then. We can leave these goons here and collect them later. No
doubt whatever Auror force is on these islands will have detected all the magical activity, and
they’ll put in an appearance eventually.”

They continued on through the mangrove forest, looking for any sign of an opening into the
ground or a rock formation that might be man-made. The humidity was now quite high and the
perspiration started running down their faces, so Harry took off his robes and slung them over his
shoulder, as did Ron and the girls. After another half hour they hadn’t found anything, but came to
a large creek with clear water running out towards the sea.

“It must be low tide,” said Ginny. “This must be the mineral water welling up from below – it
must be coming from the healing hole we talked about yesterday.”

“Let’s see if we can find it,” said Harry.

They followed the creek inland for about twenty yards – the land had broadened slightly – and
soon stood looking at a circular-shaped pool. They could clearly see the water bubbling up from
somewhere below. Ron knelt on the bank and leaned over, peering into the clear water.

“There’s a hole there,” he said, “and it looks like there’s a tunnel running down and to the
right.”

“Fancy another paddle Ron?” asked Harry.

Hermione and Margot both gasped. “You’re surely not thinking of going down there are you?” asked
Margot.

“It looks terribly dangerous to me!” exclaimed Hermione. She turned as the protectors gathered
round. “Tell them Sirius – it’s far too dangerous to go down there.”

Sirius looked into the depths and frowned. “I don’t know Harry – that passage looks pretty
narrow to me – you could get stuck.”

Ron stood back up. “There’s no problem – we’ve come prepared for this haven’t we? Who’s got the
Gillyweed?”

“Look – Ron and I’ll go down and scout around. If it looks promising, we’ll come back up and
fetch you three girls. Ok?”

They reluctantly agreed and Snape stepped forward to hand each of the boys a wad of the
stringy-looking weed. “There’s enough there for about half an hour,” he said. “So make sure you
start back in plenty of time.”

They looked at their watches, sat down on the ground and took off most of their clothes, shoes
and socks, and then started chewing on the rubbery material. Soon, they started to find it very
difficult to breath as gills started to sprout on the sides of their necks and their hands and feet
started to take on a web-like shape. They both jumped in and ducked their heads under the water,
feeling relief as they started to breath more easily. Ron noted that the water was a lot cooler
than when he paddled in the sea earlier, but realised that this wasn’t seawater – it was fresh
water coming from somewhere below.

“Be careful!” shouted Margot as the boys dove down towards the bottom of the pool. Harry led the
way, swimming swiftly into the narrow tunnel that led down and to the right. He examined the walls
of the tunnel, but they looked to be naturally formed.

They’d gone about twenty yards before the tunnel branched, both legs leading further down. It
had started to become very dark and they had to illuminate their wands to see where they were
going. Harry turned and raised his eyebrows questioningly. Ron shrugged and pointed to the
left-hand tunnel – the general direction of the Bimini Roads.

They swam through a series of natural rock arches, some of them so narrow that they had to turn
on their sides to get through. Harry was struck by the lack of fish swimming around in the tunnels,
and looked closely at the rock walls for any sign of crustaceans, but he could find none.

Suddenly he felt, rather than heard, a disturbance in the water behind him. He turned quickly to
see Ron flailing his arms around madly, trying to swim towards Harry, but making no progress
whatsoever. Harry’s eyes grew wide when he looked behind Ron to see that something had caught hold
of his foot, but he couldn’t see what it was – his foot was twisted behind the last of the rocky
arches they’d come through. He swum quickly towards the arch, his wand held before him, ready to
stun whatever horror was grabbing hold of Ron’s foot.

Harry held his wand close, and grinned - what had caught Ron’s foot was not a terrible denizen
of the deep. Ron’s foot was stuck in a small rocky gap between two slightly protruding pieces of
rock low down on the right-hand side of the arch. Harry tapped his friend on the leg and grabbed
hold of his foot, dragging it back until it came free, but he noted that there was a deep cut on
the instep, which was bleeding freely.

Harry thought and tried to remember the spell that Hermione had taught him to stem the flow of
blood – he held his wand against the cut, mouthed the spell, and grinned when the bleeding slowed
and then stopped. He swam up alongside Ron, who was looking a bit shamefaced, and pointed ahead to
continue with the dive.

After another fifty yards, the tunnel entered a series of circular chambers, and Harry and Ron
split up to examine each one, but they could see no indication that the caverns were anything other
than natural structures, formed by the action of the sea on the lime-filled rock.

Further on down the tunnel, they were met by a solid wall, any further progress barred, but they
could see that the clear fresh water was rising from several narrow vents in the rocky floor of the
tunnel. They stared at them for a few moments and then Ron tapped Harry on the shoulder and pointed
back down the tunnel. Harry nodded and followed his friend back the way they had come.

They rose to the surface of the pool and waited there for several minutes before the effects of
the Gillyweed started to wear off, and then clambered back onto dry land to see the relieved faces
of the girls and the protectors.

“Well?” asked Hermione. “Was there anything interesting down there?”

“At one point I thought that a Grindylow or something grabbed hold of my foot,” said Ron, “but I
just got it stuck in the rocks. Thanks for stopping the bleeding Harry. But no – there was nothing
there. All we saw were natural tunnels and caverns.”

Harry grinned at Ron and nodded in agreement. “If there’s an entrance to Atlantis on Bimini,
it’s certainly not down there.”

Margot looked down at Ron’s foot and the deep gash on its instep. “You’ll need to get that seen
to when we get back to the valley.” She caught hold of the bottom of her vest and ripped off a
narrow strip, which she bound tightly around the cut, than helped Ron put on his sock to hold it in
place. “You can’t be too careful – you don’t want to get it infected.”

A few minutes later, the boys now dried off and clothed once more, they all continued on through
the forest. It wasn’t long before the five friends emerged from the mangrove forest and stood
beside Oliver and Katie, who were sitting close together on the sandy beach staring out to sea.

“End of the line,” said Oliver, looking up at the youngsters. “We’ve reached the northern end of
the island.”

Harry’s face fell. “And we’ve found absolutely nothing!”

“It must have been wishful thinking by that author,” said Ron, staring back at the forest to see
the rest of the protectors emerging to join them on the beach.

“So what now?” asked Sirius.

“Let’s head back down to Paradise Point along the beach,” said Hermione, trying to instil some
enthusiasm into her friends. “That author might still be right – maybe there’s something closer to
the shoreline.”

Ginny sat down and pulled off her shoes and socks. “You might be right,” she said, looking at
the dejected faces of Harry and Ron. “Come on you two – we can’t give up now.”

They found the going a lot easier walking on the compacted sand close to the sea, although
Sirius and Remus found it quite tough to walk on the looser sand close to the tree line – Sirius
had insisted that they maintain their formation, just in case.

“Look there!” exclaimed Margot, pointing ahead where the forest reached down almost to the
water’s edge. “There might be something amongst those rocks.”

They ran along the beach and started to scramble over a rocky outcrop that led into the sea,
before disappearing below the surface.

“This line of rocks seems to be pointing directly at the Road structure out there,” said Ginny,
excitedly.

Harry and Ron clambered up to the largest rocks at the edge of the forest and started looking
for an opening. They found quite a few, but when they moved the loose rocks out of the way, found
that there was just bedrock below.

“Check to see if you can feel any magical auras Nadine,” said Sirius.

She nodded and closed her eyes as she walked along the line of rocks down to the sea. “Nothing,”
she said, shaking her head in disappointment.

They carried on down the beach but found nothing of interest until they arrived back at Paradise
point, where they found four puzzled-looking Aurors staring down at the twenty-two Death Eaters
they’d moved from inside the forest.

“Are you lot responsible for this?” asked one of them.

“Guilty as charged,” answered Sirius. “They attacked us back in the forest, so we immobilised
them – we knew you’d come here to check on all the magical activity.”

“It… it’s Harry Potter, isn’t it?” said one of the other Aurors, staring at Harry’s scar.

Harry grinned a bit shyly and nodded.

“So this must be part of your quest?” asked one of the others. “How’s it shaping up? Are you
close to getting your full powers?”

“We’re close,” said Hermione, “but the final piece of the puzzle is proving to be a bit
troublesome.”

The man looked out to sea to the northwest. “You’ve come here because of the structures below
the sea, haven’t you! You’re looking for Atlantis!”

The five looked hesitatingly among each other, but didn’t answer.

The Auror grinned suddenly. “Don’t worry – your secret’s safe with us. We won’t tell anyone that
we saw you here – what you’re doing is far too important to be put in jeopardy by any loose
talk.”

“Thanks,” said Harry gratefully. “But how’re you going to explain this lot away?”

“Don’t you worry about that Harry,” he replied. “We’ll think of something.”

The Aurors went about the business of transporting the Death Eaters back to their headquarters,
while the group gathered around a little further down the beach.

Sirius looked at the sun, which was just touching the horizon. “It’s going to be dark soon -
what do you want to do?”

Harry and Hermione glanced at each other. “There’s no point hanging about here,” said Hermione,
shaking her head. “I think this was just a wild goose chase. I don’t think we’re going to find
anything.” Her four friends nodded solemnly.

“Come on then,” said Ceri, feeling the disappointment that the five youngsters felt. “Let’s get
back to freezing Wales.”

***

The five friends sat at their dining table eating a late breakfast the following day. By the
time they’d arrived back at Craig Cerrig-Gleisiad it was the early hours of the morning, and they
were all feeling a bit Portkey-lagged. Even Ron hadn’t made any significant protests about missing
his supper, and they went wearily to their beds in their respective tents.

“Professor Dumbledore didn’t seem very surprised that we didn’t find anything,” commented
Margot.

“No,” replied Hermione. “When I think back on it, I’m sure he thought it was all a bit
hairy-fairy even before we left.”

“So why didn’t he tell us?” said Ron.

“He’s too much of a gentleman Ron,” said Harry, grinning. “Even though he thought it was a wild
goose chase, he knew that he shouldn’t become involved in whatever we decide to do – he knows that
we’ve got to solve this problem ourselves – and make our own mistakes.”

“He’s a very wise man,” said Margot. “I like him – he reminds me so much of my grandfather.”

“Speaking about your grandfather, Margot,” said Harry, “when’s our next learning session with
him?”

“This afternoon,” she replied, “so we’ve got the rest of the morning to do a bit more
investigation.”

“But what’re we going to use for research?” asked Ginny, looking aghast at the others. “We’ve
read all the books on Atlantis, and we haven’t found anything useful in them.”

Ron looked despondently down at the table as he twiddled his fork around in his third helping of
scrambled eggs. “I wonder what Merlin used for research? I don’t suppose there were many books
around in his time.”

Hermione’s eyes grew wide as she stared fixedly at Ron, and her mouth dropped open.

“What!” said Harry, as he saw the expression on her face.

“He’s done it again!” exclaimed Hermione. “Ron – you are the most brilliant wizard!”

“What do you mean?” asked Ron, looking rather puzzled.

“Merlin!” she said. “We’ve gone about this the wrong way! We’ve been looking in the wrong
place!”

“Hermione,” said Harry quietly, stroking her shoulder gently, “would you mind explaining what
you’re on about?”

“Don’t you see?” she said. “Merlin and Morgana must have found Atlantis, and so must Osiris and
Isis.”

“We know that,” said Ron. “And that’s what we’re trying to do as well!”

“Hush Ron,” said Margot, gazing through narrowed eyes at Hermione. “I think I can see what she’s
getting at.”

“Well don’t keep it all to yourselves!” exclaimed an exasperated Ginny, looking from Hermione to
Margot and back again.

“We’ve been reading all those Muggle books about Atlantis,” said Hermione, her excitement plain
to see, “but Muggles don’t really know anything about it! We should be reading everything we can
lay our hands on about Merlin! There might just be something in the wizarding books in the library
about his visit to Atlantis. Oh, I don’t for one minute think that there’ll be a chapter on
‘Merlin’s trip to Atlantis’ or anything, but there might just be something that’s been a bit of an
enigma to those who’ve read it, but might make sense to us – knowing what we know.”

“How many books are there in the library about Merlin?” asked Ron, fearing another few days of
intensive reading.

“There aren’t many, I don’t think,” answered Hermione. “Come on – let’s go and look for
them.”

She jumped up from her chair and walked quickly towards the tent flap. “Hang on a minute,”
shouted Ron. “I haven’t finished my breakfast yet!”

By the time Ron caught up with his friends in the library tent, there were already several books
on the table, and Hermione was in the process of pulling one more from one of the shelves.

“That’s all I can find about Merlin,” she said. “That’s five books – one for each of us.”

“Is that all?” asked Harry. “Merlin’s so famous and revered, I thought there’d be a lot more
books about him.”

Hermione shrugged. “He lived a long time ago, Harry.”

“So did Atlantis,” said Ginny. “And look how many books there are about that!”

“But they’re Muggle books, Ginny,” said Hermione. “There’re plenty of Muggle books about Merlin
as well, no doubt, but we’re after the wizarding legends and history about him. Wizards don’t seem
to go in for a lot of speculative writing like Muggles do – they’d rather stick to the solid
facts.”

“Right then,” said Ron, taking his seat beside Margot. “You’d better take that one Hermione.” He
pointed to the thickest book on the table. “And I’ll take this one.” He picked up the thinnest book
by far.

His friends laughed and then each of them picked one of the books and started reading. All was
quite in the library tent – the five friends were captivated by the legends and history of the
great wizard, Merlin. One by one, they finished reading their book and sat watching as Hermione
finished the largest of the five books.

“Well?” asked Ginny.

“He was a great wizard,” muttered Margot.

“He certainly was,” said Hermione. “But I didn’t find anything about a quest, or any reference
to him being the Anima Summa.”

Everyone nodded, although Harry mentioned something that he thought might be relevant. “It says
here that he was involved in King Arthur and his knights’ quest to find the Holy Grail.”

“Well we know who the Holy Grail is, Harry,” said Ginny. “We met him beneath the church in
Rennes-le-Chateau.”

“Yes, but I can’t help wondering if, in this context, the Holy Grail might be the knowledge held
by the ancient civilisation of Atlantis.”

“It’s possible, I suppose,” said Margot. “Does it say where he went to find it?”

Harry shook his head. “No – it doesn’t go into any details, I’m afraid.”

“So we’re back to square one again!” exclaimed Ron.

Hermione shook her head. “No – I’m sure we’re on the right track now. There must be another book
we haven’t come across yet.”

“Hey!” said Harry. “It might be in the Restricted Section of the library!”

“Yes!” shouted Ginny. “Of course – what was the name of that book we sneaked down to the library
to read, Hermione? You know – the one that gave us the clue about the Anima Summa.”

“The Aureus,” she muttered. “You know, Ginny, I think you might just be right about this. It
knew what it was talking about when it mentioned the Anima Summa and the Priory of Sion, so it just
might hold something accurate about Merlin’s quest as well.”

“We’d better ask Dumbledore if we can look at it,” said Ginny.

Hermione nodded. “We *did* promise to consult him if we wanted to look in the Restricted
Section.” She got up from her chair and walked out of the tent.

A few minutes later she was back. “No problem – he told us to go right ahead and look at
it.”

She walked over to the back of the library and stepped over the cordon into the Restricted
Section. She went straight to the place where she’d last found the book and smiled when she saw it
resting in its rightful place. She walked back to the table and placed the ancient-looking tome
reverently onto the table, then looked in the index pages for any reference to Merlin.

“Merlin… Merlin…” she muttered as she run her finger down the list of references.

“Here it is,” she said. “Page 633.” She quickly turned to the correct page and scanned down it
looking for the name ‘Merlin’.

“Merlin!” she said, placing her finger half way down the page.

“Read it out,” said Harry, sitting back in his chair, looking forward to watching the changing
animated expressions on his girlfriend’s face whenever she read something that she hadn’t known
before.

She glanced a bit self-consciously at Harry, knowing what he was doing, but the pull of the
unknown dragged her back to the pages of the Aureus and she began to read.

‘And it came to pass that in the four hundred and eightieth year of our Lord, a great evil
descended on the land, threatening to eradicate the good works of King Arthur for all time.

The good king appealed to his great friend and advisor, the mighty wizard Merlin, to aid him in
the struggle with the Dark Forces that threatened the realm, and he gladly agreed to put his
considerable powers at the king’s disposal.

*But fate took a hand, and Merlin found that he and the fair witch, Morgana, were thrust to
the forefront of the conflict by a power that no man can appreciate. It became their divine task to
build their powers to an ever-greater level for only then could they hope to defeat the horror that
was in the land. For a year and twelve days, they roamed both within and without the country until
they were at the very portal of achieving their aim.*

*But their final journey must remain hidden, for it was decreed by the Anima Summas that no
man should speak of it lest it bespoil the very ground on which it has lain for eons since. Suffice
to say that they journeyed by boat for 7 full days and nights before they came upon that place, and
seven days and nights more to return. But then their countenance was dread to see – their power
shining with awesome goodness.*

*The forces of Dark shrunk with fear from their power, and were banished in the final
conflict. But a heavy price was paid. Morgana succumbed to the Dark Forces in that final struggle.
Heavy of heart, brave Merlin gave up the will to live and followed his beloved into the Light soon
after.’*

“That’s it,” whispered Hermione. “There’s no more about them.”

“There it is again,” said Ginny, looking fearfully at Harry and Hermione, but she didn’t finish
saying the dreaded words – that the job of being an Anima Summa was a very dangerous one. She
quickly changed the subject. “Wow. I can’t wait to see *your* dread countenance when we get to
the end of this road!”

Harry pulled a face. “I wonder what the author meant by that?”

“But it doesn’t tell us a lot does it,” said Ron. “I mean, I know it says about the final
journey to gain their full powers, but it doesn’t say where they went – and that’s what we want to
find out!”

“But it does give us two very important clues,” said Margot.

“That’s right,” said Hermione. “It says they went by boat and it took them seven days to get
there.”

Harry brightened. “So we have to go on a sea voyage for seven days.”

“Come on Harry,” said Ron sardonically. “We don’t know in which direction to go or how fast
Merlin’s boat would have gone. So I don’t see how it helps us that much.”

“Well it couldn’t have gone very fast,” Harry retorted. “They didn’t have outboard motors in
those days!”

“What’s an outboard motor?” asked Ron, looking puzzled.

“Let’s look at this with a bit of logic,” said Hermione. “They must have used sails to propel
the boat, and we know they went out into the Atlantic Ocean somewhere.”

“So how are we going to find out the wind speeds and sea currents of fifteen hundred years ago?”
asked Ginny.

“We won’t need to Ginny,” said Hermione. “Merlin would probably have used a spell to propel the
boat – perhaps he conjured up a strong wind to blow the boat in the right direction or
something.”

“But that’s even worse!” exclaimed Ginny. “How fast could he have propelled the boat?”

“Well I doubt that the boat would have been very big,” said Margot. “So they couldn’t have gone
too fast for fear of capsizing, and you know how bad the seas can get out in the Atlantic.”

“That’s a good point, Margot,” said Hermione. “Now just as an example, let’s say that even
Merlin must have stopped to rest – say for eight hours a day. So that leaves sixteen hours a day
when he would have propelled the boat.”

“And let’s suppose that he would have kept the speed down to no more than fifteen or twenty
miles an hour,” said Ginny, getting caught up in the exercise.

“So let’s estimate an average speed of ten miles an hour over a twenty-four hour period,” added
Ron.

“That’s…” Hermione thought for a few moments, “about 240 miles a day, and 1,680 miles in seven
days, give or take.”

“Let’s say sixteen hundred miles as a round figure,” said Harry.

“So what’s within sixteen hundred miles of Britain?” asked Harry.

“He probably set off from either Wales or the West of England,” said Hermione. “Those are the
most likely sites for Camelot. So it’s quite likely that he went from somewhere in the Bristol
Channel area.”

Ginny got up from her chair and walked over to the bookcases, where she looked along the row of
books in the Geography section. She heaved a large atlas from the shelf and set it down on the
table, turning the pages until she came to a double-page spread showing Britain, Europe and a fair
bit of the Atlantic. Ginny checked the scale of the map and measured off just over six inches on
her ruler. Then she took a piece of string from her pocket and cut it to the right length. She
placed the end of the string at the mouth of the Bristol Channel and swung the other end down
towards the Straights of Gibraltar, where it rested just below the entrance to the Mediterranean
Sea.

Then she slowly swung the piece of string out into the Atlantic, where it passed over just one
chain of islands - The Azores.

She looked up at her friends. “What do you think? Is it The Azores?”

“It’s too much of a coincidence that our original thinking was between those islands and the
Caribbean,” said Harry. “I think it has to be The Azores.”

“But it was only a rough estimate how fast Merlin would have propelled the boat,” said Ron.
“What if he went twice as fast?”

The five friends looked at each other doubtfully. “We can’t know that, Ron,” said Margot. “I
think that Hermione’s estimate is as good as any – I agree with Harry, I think it must be The
Azores.”

She looked around at the other four and they all nodded. “Let’s go to see Professor Dumbledore,”
said Harry.

“Just a minute,” said Ginny, looking at the map intently. “There are nine main islands making up
the Azores – we still have to find out which one we have to go to.”

“Well there’s nothing in the books we’ve read so far,” Harry replied, “and if there’d have been
any legends about Atlantis coming from The Azores, we would have read about them.”

“I wonder if Remus or Professor Flitwick know anything?” asked Ron. “They seem to have travelled
a fair way around Europe, so maybe they’ve heard something about The Azores. They belong to
Portugal don’t they?”

“That’s right,” said Margot. “They were discovered by the Portuguese in 1427, but I remember
reading that they were supposed to have been uninhabited until then.”

“But there may still be some legends,” said Harry. “Perhaps about Merlin, if not Atlantis.”

“Let’s go and speak to the others,” said Ginny. “Maybe they can think of something.”

**Author’s Notes :** Please review this chapter – the more the reviews, the faster the
updates will come! In answer to some of the questions on the review board :

- When will the Death Eater revolt occur? – What makes you think there’ll be a revolt? Lucius
might have something up his sleeve though – but he’s a patient man!

There’s a few images on my picture board relating to this chapter.

- Winter at Craig Cerrig-Gleisiad

- Bimini Roads structures

- Paradise Point

- Healing Hole and Mangrove forest

- The Azores Islands


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Chapter 7 – Island of the Crow – coming soon.



7. Island of the Crow
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Chapter 7 Island of the Crow

“So we think that Merlin, Morgana and their helpers went to the Azores,” said Hermione. She’d
just finished telling the headmaster and his team, including the protectors, about what they’d
found in the Aureus and how they’d arrived at their conclusions.

“But we’ve got a big problem,” said Ginny. “There are nine islands making up The Azores, and we
haven’t got a clue which one Merlin would have gone to.”

“So we’re hoping that either Professor Flitwick or Professor Lupin may have heard something
during their travels about any legends of Merlin in the Azores,” said Ron, looking towards the two
professors hopefully.

Remus and Professor Flitwick glanced at each other, but they both shook their heads.

“I’ve been to Portugal,” said Remus, “but not to The Azores, and I haven’t come across any old
legends about Merlin in those parts.”

The hopeful looks on the faces of the five youngsters changed to ones of disappointment, but
they looked up suddenly when Professor McGonagall spoke.

“I may be able to help,” she said. “When I was a student at Hogwarts, many years ago now, I
became friendly with an exchange student from Portugal. She lives in a little town not far from
Lisbon, and we’ve kept in touch over the years. She was born in The Azores, on the Island of
Flores, I think, but moved to the mainland when she graduated from Wizarding School. But I know
that her family still lives there, and I remember her telling me that her ancestors were among the
first people to settle on the islands in the fifteenth century. Now I don’t know if she’s aware of
any old legends about Merlin, and to be quite frank, I don’t see how there can be – after all,
Merlin would have gone there over a thousand years before the islands were settled, but I’ll get in
touch with her and see if she knows anything.”

“Thank you, Professor,” said Hermione. “You’re the best chance we’ve got.”

The professor smiled at her favourite pupil. “I can only try, Hermione. May I use the private
Floo link Headmaster?”

“Please do, Minerva,” replied Dumbledore as he watched the deputy head walk out of the tent.

“I can see why The Azores is a candidate for the remnants of Atlantis,” said Sirius as he looked
at the map that Ginny had earlier placed on the headmaster’s desk. “They’re in the middle of the
Atlantic, right opposite the straights of Gibraltar.”

“They’re just the tops of very large mountains rising above a curiously-shaped area on the
mid-Atlantic ridge,” said Hermione. “They’re volcanic in origin, and some authors think that
Atlantis sunk some two miles below the surface of the ocean during the terrible cataclysm, leaving
just nine islands as the only remnants of Nibiru – Atlantis.”

A little while later, Professor McGonagall walked back into the tent and took her seat. “I’ve
spoken to her, but she’s not aware of any legends about Merlin. But she says that if there are any,
her mother would know about them. Her father, who died two years ago, was a mine of information on
the folklore of the islands and he may have told her something. But there’s a problem – her mother
hasn’t spoken a word since he died – she just sits in her old armchair all day staring into the
fireplace. But although my friend knows nothing, her brother might. He lives in the family home on
Flores with his wife, two children and his mother. His father or mother may have told him about the
old legends – he’s very interested in that sort of thing.”

“Would your friend mind if we visited her family?” asked Harry.

McGonagall nodded. “She’s agreed to get in touch with them, and she’ll arrange for her brother
to set up a Portkey for tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you, Professor,” said Harry.

“What part of the island do they live on?” asked Ceri, standing up to look at the small map of
Flores.

“They’re a family of farmers,” said McGonagall, “and they live in a sparsely populated area at
the northern end of the island, so there won’t be any prying eyes when you materialise. And I doubt
very much that there’ll be any Death Eaters there either – I wouldn’t think that Flores would rank
as a place for them to keep an eye on for an appearance of the Anima Summas.”

She pointed to an area on the map. “Their farm is just about in this area – there aren’t any
other houses within several miles of the place.”

“But we’ll still have to keep our guard up,” said Sirius darkly. “We don’t want to be complacent
about anything.”

“I think that these five can be excused from your intended learning session this afternoon,
Jules,” said Dumbledore.

Margot’s grandfather nodded. “Yes, they’ll need to be fully alert in the morning.”

***

At nine-thirty the following morning the group, which included Professor Flitwick but not Snape,
who was away on a spying mission, materialised at the Portkey site, which happened to be behind an
abandoned wine storage building on a fairly steep slope above a pretty little valley. They were all
pleasantly surprised by the mild climate, much warmer than the valley back in Wales.

“Sirius Black?” asked a middle-aged wizard who stood just to one side of the building.

Sirius smiled and held out his hand. “Simao Garanito, I presume?”

The wizard smiled and nodded as he shook Sirius’ hand. “It’s good of you to let us visit, I hope
it’s not too much of an imposition – I know that your mother isn’t well.”

“You’re all very welcome,” said Simao. “I know how important it is to your quest.” He looked at
Harry and glanced at the famous scar on his forehead.

After the introductions, Nadine said, “I’m glad you speak such good English. I don’t think any
of us speak Portuguese.”

“My father made sure that all the family learned English,” he said. “He always used to say that
a great deal of knowledge is written in the language, and he wanted to make sure we weren’t
excluded from all that wealth of knowledge. I’ve carried on the tradition, and made sure that my
two children learned English as well.”

He led the group down the hill and along the side of a stream that flowed along the valley
bottom towards a large stone farmhouse. He opened the door and ushered everyone inside the large
living room. It was a bit crowded, but there were enough seats for everyone. Simao introduced his
wife, Sara, who then rushed into the kitchen to make the coffee, and his mother, Mafalda, who just
sat in her armchair, staring into the empty fireplace.

Simao frowned, but smiled wryly. “I’m sorry if she appears rude, but she hasn’t spoken for two
years, ever since my father died.”

“Please don’t apologise,” said Ceri. “Your sister’s friend told us what an effect your father’s
death had on her. I’m so sorry.”

Simao nodded. “I understand you want to talk about the local legends, but before we start, I’ll
get my two lazy kids – they seem to think that because they’re on a two-week holiday from school,
all they need to do is lie in the sun – that’s all they’ve done for the past week or so.”

He walked out to the garden at the back of the house and returned shortly with two youngsters in
tow, both dressed in only the barest swimsuits. The sun shining through the back door showed them
up in silhouette, so it was difficult to see their features.

“This is my daughter, Rafaela,” said Simao, shutting the back door to reveal a slim, pretty,
black-haired girl of about sixteen. “And this is her twin brother…”

“Hermes…” breathed Ginny.

Everyone stared at Ginny in astonishment, who was gazing at Rafaela’s brother with undisguised
admiration. He was slim but well muscled, and his body shone with a healthy tan. His dark hair fell
over his forehead in a haphazard fashion, and his dark eyes sparkled with mischief as he gazed at
the pretty redheaded girl.

“Uh no,” said Sara, balancing a large tray of coffee cups as she walked to the centre of the
room. “His name’s Hugo.”

“Ginny!” whispered Hermione. “Don’t stare!”

“You kids can get better acquainted later,” said Sirius, “but first things first – let’s talk
about the folklore of the islands – Hermione?”

Hermione nodded. “The final part of our quest is the search for Atlantis. And we know that the
great wizard, Merlin, came to these islands and found the entrance to the legendary place. But
that’s all we know – we don’t know which of the islands he came to, or where the entrance is. We’re
hoping that you’ll know something – however vague it may seem to you – that could point us in the
right direction.”

Simao rubbed his chin and stared at the floor for a few moments, then slowly shook his head.
“It’s well known that The Azores have been sited as the remains of Atlantis, but there aren’t any
local legends about it. And I can’t think of anything that would be remotely connected to
Merlin.”

He looked at his wife, who shook her head. “I haven’t heard of any tales about Merlin visiting
these islands.”

“Caverna dos Ramos.”

Every head turned towards the corner of the room and gazed at Mafalda, who still stared into the
empty fireplace.

“Mother?” said Simao in a tremulous voice. “Did you just speak?”

Mafalda lifted her head and turned to look at her son. “Caverna dos Ramos,” she repeated.

Simao walked slowly towards his mother and dropped onto his knees before her. He reached out and
held her hand, a tear running down his face. “Those are the first words you’ve spoken in two
years.” The rest of his family quickly joined him by her side.

Mafalda let out a loud sigh, and started speaking once more. “Just after we met, your father
used to speak of a mysterious cave at the northern tip of this island. He went there a long time
ago when he was very young, and he saw something that convinced him that the cave had been visited
by wizards a long, long time ago, long before the island was inhabited.”

Mafalda looked at her family, her gaze resting on each of them for several moments. “It’s time
to come back home,” she said. Then she looked towards Harry and Hermione. “I’ve been away too long.
But these two have an awesome task to perform, and just seeing them made me realise that I should
not dwell in the past. There are far more important things to be done in the present.”

“What more do you know about this cave?” asked Harry gently.

“Nothing,” she replied. “Only what I have told you.”

“I know of it,” said Hugo, looking at Ginny. “My friends and I used to play down on the beach
close to the cave. We used to dare each other to go inside – but none of us did. You see, there is
a very mysterious aura surrounding the cave, one that keeps everyone away from it. But it seems as
if my grandfather was made of sterner stuff.”

“Can you take us there?” asked Ginny.

Hugo smiled and nodded. “Yes, it’s only a couple of miles away. It should take only about an
hour to get there.”

“Uh, I’d better warn you that we’ve been attacked by Death Eaters on our quests,” said Sirius,
looking at Sara and Simao. “It may be better if you just give us directions to the cave.”

Sara laughed nervously. “Nonsense – there aren’t any Death Eaters on Flores.”

“Well we don’t expect to run into any here,” said Ceri, “but we thought it best to warn
you.”

Simao looked at his son. “It’s up to you Hugo.”

Hugo looked once more at Ginny and a slow smile spread over his face. “I’ll go. If Ginny isn’t
afraid, then I won’t be either.”

Ginny smiled prettily, but looked down at the floor, a slight flush on her face when she broke
contact with Hugo’s sparkling dark eyes.

“Will you have something to eat before you go?” asked Sara.

Harry shook his head. “Thank you, but no. We need to examine this cave, but we’d like to come
back later if that’s ok?”

“Of course it is,” she replied, and then turning to her son said, “Hugo – get dressed properly
before you go.”

“I’m going too,” said Rafaela, running up the stairs after her brother.

Harry and Hermione walked over to Mafalda and gazed down at the old lady. “Thank you so much,”
said Hermione. “You’ve helped enormously.”

“No – thank *you*,” she replied. “Thank you both. I feel so much better now.”

Simao looked up at the pair and mouthed silently through his tears, “Thank you.”

A little while later, Hugo and Rafaela rushed back down stairs, both now more suitable attired
for a trek through the rough countryside. They kept to their usual formation as they walked along
the rough path bordered by a profusion of wild hydrangeas towards the north coast of the island,
although Oliver and Katie walked only a few yards in front of the main group.

As they walked, Rafaela kept glancing at Ron and eventually plucked up the courage to speak to
him. “I saw your photograph in our wizarding newspaper last year, and I read all about your
exploits. You must be very daring to go to all those dangerous places to help the Anima
Summas.”

Ron smiled. “They’re our best friends, Rafaela – I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Even so,” she replied, “I think you’re wonderful.”

Rafaela flushed slightly and walked quickly ahead to join her brother, who was walking at the
front of the group beside Oliver and Katie. Margot wore a frown as she nudged Ron. “Stop flirting
with her Ron.”

“What? I’m not flirting with her!”

“Humph!” she said and slowed her pace to let Hermione and Ginny catch up with her.

“What made you call him Hermes?” asked Hermione, grinning slyly at her red-haired friend.

“Uh… a slip of the tongue,” she replied.

“So did he remind you of that statue of Hermes we saw when we climbed Mount Olympus?”

“Well he does look a bit like him don’t you think?”

“Well apart from the fact that Hermes was fair and Hugo is dark, I suppose so,” replied
Hermione.

“You like him Ginny?” said Margot, grinning.

“I hardly know him,” she gasped, but it was obvious in which direction her eyes had been
wandering ever since they’d started on the trek.

Oliver, Katie, Rafaela and Hugo had stopped up ahead and were waiting for the rest of the group
to join them. They stood at the edge of a steep cliff, coated in lush vegetation, that dropped
precariously down to the sea more than two hundred yards below. Harry breathed deeply as he took in
the lovely vista before him. Down on the beach to the right, a thin finger of land jutted out into
the Atlantic, and just this side of it was a small green-topped island, not more than fifty yards
out from the shore line. The beach was a narrow band of dark-coloured sand, evidence of the
volcanic nature of the island.

“What’s that island out there?” asked Harry, pointing to a hazy chunk of rock that rose steeply
out of the sea on the horizon.

“That’s Corvo,” said Hugo. “It’s the smallest island in the Azores, and it’s about fifteen miles
away.”

“How are we going to get down there?” asked Katie, looking aghast at the drop below her.

“This way,” said Hugo, smiling as he jumped off the edge of the cliff. Ginny gasped and held her
hands over her mouth, but then smiled when she saw that Hugo hadn’t thrown himself to his death –
he’d jumped onto the start of a narrow winding track about three feet below, that zigzagged down
the steep-sided cliff.

The walk down wasn’t as perilous as it first appeared, most of the steep drops being hidden by
the profusion of flowers and dense vegetation, but they still had to make sure of their footing in
case they tripped on the loose stones that littered the path.

Ten minutes later, they all stood on the beach looking back up at the cliff they’d just walked
down, and secretly dreaded the climb back up to the top. Hugo pointed to the right. “The cave’s
about a hundred yards over in that direction.”

Ginny decided to walk beside the boy as he led the way over the warm sand. She looked up at him
and smiled. “Your father said you’re on holiday from school?”

“That’s right,” he replied. “There’s only one small wizarding school in the islands – on the
main island of Sao Miguel. My sister and I board there, but we can’t wait to get back here to
Flores.”

“I’m not surprised,” said Ginny. “It’s so beautiful.”

Hugo grinned and once more gazed deeply into Ginny’s eyes, turning her knees to jelly. Then he
glanced away and came to a stop, pointing at the base of the cliff. “This is the cave - Caverna dos
Ramos.”

The group gathered around Hugo and stared at the cave entrance, a roughly semi-circular hole
about eight feet high and twelve feet wide.

“What does it mean – Caverna dos Ramos?” asked Nadine.

“It means the cavern of branches,” said Rafaela.

“Why is it called that?” asked Charlie. “Is it filled with trees or does it branch into a number
of different directions inside?”

Hugo shook his head. “I don’t know – we’ve never been inside.”

“Will you check it out Nadine?” asked Sirius. “Don’t go inside – just check on the outside and
see if you can make out what sort of aura is there.”

She nodded and walked slowly over to the cave entrance, closing her eyes as she got near. She
stopped when she was five yards away, putting her hands on the side of her head. She stood that way
for a few moments and then walked back to the others. “There are very ancient wards protecting it,”
she said. “But they haven’t been set by Dark Magic – they just give a gentle suggestion that the
cave should not be entered. If we concentrate hard as we approach, we’ll have no problem getting
inside.”

Sirius nodded. “Filius, Charlie, Remus, Katie and Oliver – will you stand guard outside the
cave? Hugo, you and Rafaela stay outside as well if you feel uncomfortable about going inside.
Ceri, Nadine – come with me inside the cave with Harry and the other four.”

“I’ll come as well, if you don’t mind,” said Hugo. “I’ve always wondered what was inside, and
now that I know that the aura isn’t evil, I’d like to see for myself.”

Sirius, Ceri and Nadine led the way, followed closely by Harry and Hermione, then Ron and
Margot, with Ginny and Hugo the last pair to enter. They all closed their eyes and resisted the
urge to turn away as they walked over the threshold of daylight into the darkness of the cavern.
Ginny instinctively reached out and held Hugo’s arm as they stepped past the wards.

They all illuminated their wands and held them high, gazing around the interior of the large
cavern. Harry walked to the back of the cave. “I can see why it’s called the cavern of branches,”
he said, holding his wand high so that the others could see the five dark tunnels dotted around the
back wall leading into the depths of the cliff. His voice echoed hollowly in the large cave.

Hermione squinted her eyes and walked towards the right-hand tunnel, where she’d spotted
something on the rock wall at its entrance. “Look at this!” she exclaimed excitedly, holding her
wand to a carving etched into the rock.

The others walked over and stared. “Do you think it’s…” said Margot quietly.

“It has to be!” gasped Harry.

“Excalibur,” whispered Ceri. “I think it’s a carving of King Arthur’s famous sword – the one
that Merlin helped him get from the Lady of the Lake.”

“It must be a message to us,” said Hermione. “To the Anima Summas that came after Merlin’s time.
It’s telling us that they were here, and whatever it is we have to find is down this tunnel.”

“Come on,” said Ron, walking into the tunnel. The other five, including Hugo much to Ginny’s
pleasure, followed him and soon caught up. After about fifty yards of winding rocky passageway, the
tunnel abruptly ended in a small circular chamber. There were no exits other than the one they’d
just come through.

“Look at these,” said Hermione, staring at some faded writing on the rock wall. “Hieroglyphics –
write this down Ginny.”

Hermione held her wand close and started to translate, “Now let’s see – it’s not very clear,
these glyphs are awfully faded, but I think it says*… The entrance to the fabled isle is located
on the isle to the north, inside the centre of the volcano. A rock in the shape of the island’s
namesake points the way. This was told to us by our friend and mentor, Thoth, who often spoke to us
of his homeland.”*

“The message must have been written by Osiris and Isis,” said Harry quietly.

“And it must have been found by Merlin and Morgana when they came here,” added Ginny.

“Is there a volcano on that island you pointed out to us earlier Hugo?” asked Harry.

“Oh yes,” he replied. “There’s a very large crater at the highest point on the island. I’ve
climbed it many times – and when you get inside, it’s huge.”

“What about this rock?” asked Hermione. “Do you know of that?”

“And what’s the island’s namesake?” asked Ginny.

“It’s known as the Isle of the Crow – that’s what Corvo means,” said Hugo. “But I’m not aware of
any rock that looks like a crow. But that’s not surprising – the caldera’s so big, I’ve only walked
over a very small section of it.”

“How do we get there?” asked Sirius. “Can we Apparate?”

“I suppose so,” said Hugo. “But whenever I’ve gone there I’ve gone by boat – I haven’t learned
how to Apparate yet.”

“Don’t worry,” said Nadine. “If you give us the coordinates, we’ll take you with us. Oh, I
assume you’ll come with us to show us the way?”

“Of course,” grinned Hugo. “I wouldn’t miss this!”

“We’d better get back to the farm,” said Ceri. “We can Apparate to Corvo after lunch.”

On the way back to the farmhouse, Ginny walked alongside Hermione and Margot, and leaned close
to them to whisper, “Did you notice how Hugo helped us with the clues back in the cave?”

Hermione and Margot exchanged sly grins.

“Well what do you think?” asked Ginny impatiently. “He’s going to help us get to that volcano on
Corvo as well – do you think he’s the sixth one?”

“I really don’t know Ginny,” said Hermione gently. “And I can’t think what we can do to confirm
whether he is or he isn’t. Let’s see how things develop when we get to Corvo.”

“Well I think he is!” Ginny exclaimed, looking back at Hugo talking to Harry about twenty yards
or so behind them. But her eyes narrowed when she saw Rafaela walking close to Ron. She nudged
Margot and darted her eyes to the rear, drawing her attention to the intimate conversation that
seemed to be going on between her brother and the pretty islander.

Margot’s eyes narrowed in concern and she slowed her pace, straining to listen to what was being
said.

“Uh, I don’t get a lot of time to go out,” said Ron. “And it’s too dangerous anyway. We have to
stay in a secret hideaway so that ‘You Know Who’ can’t find us.”

“That’s terrible Ron,” said Rafaela. “But you can come here sometimes if you want – ‘You Know
Who’ would never come here.”

Ron glanced at Margot walking not far in front of them, and slid his fingers down inside his
shirt collar, trying to loosen it, but the heat he was feeling wasn’t coming exclusively from the
sunshine. He thought hard about what he could say to the girl. She was obviously interested in him,
but he didn’t want to upset her.

“Look Rafaela, I… well you probably don’t know this, but I’m… engaged to Margot.”

Rafaela gasped and put her hand over her mouth. “Oh I’m so sorry. I didn’t know! If I’d known
that, I wouldn’t have… well, you know.”

Ron smiled. “You weren’t to know, but I thought it best that I tell you now. You’re a very
pretty girl and it’s not that I don’t like you – it’s just that I’m… in love with Margot.”

“I understand,” she replied, and walked back to talk to her brother and Harry, her face pink
with embarrassment.

Margot stopped and waited for Ron to catch up with her. She caught under his arm and whispered
in his ear, “I don’t remember you proposing to me?”

“Uh… I… I had to say something to her, Margot. I thought that if I said we were going to be
married, she’d stop coming on to me.”

“So what makes you think I’d say yes if you proposed to me?”

“What? I… well, purely hypothetically, of course, what *would* you say?”

“Well, purely hypothetically, what would you ask me?”

“Uh! You know what I’d ask you – hypothetically.”

Hermione and Ginny both burst out laughing – they couldn’t help but overhear the conversation.
“Stop teasing him Margot,” said Ginny. “You’re almost as bad as Nadine.”

Margot grinned and held Ron’s arm tightly. Ron just looked confused.

***

Ditton-Under-Wold is a sleepy little village, nestling in the rolling Cotswold Hills in rural
Gloucestershire. It’s one of those picture-postcard olde-worlde places, situated away from the main
tourist trail and glad of it. Apart from its beauty and idyllic location, the village was otherwise
unremarkable – apart from the fact that it was the place where Cornelius Fudge had been born and
raised.

John Ballot shivered in the early morning frost that covered the ground. John had taken over
from Oliver as the leader of the team of Aurors, and he glanced around to make sure that everyone
was in their designated place. There were five teams guarding the village that morning – one
hundred Aurors – and John’s team had been summoned from their normal area of operations to help out
with the thinly stretched resources of ‘The Shires’ division.

Severus Snape had found out about the attack during one of his spying missions, but he hadn’t
been able find out much else – only that Cornelius Fudge’s home village was on a list of places to
be targeted by Death Eaters that morning.

“I wonder when they’ll strike?” one of the team asked John.

John shook his head slowly. “No idea. But it’s a good job we’ve had time to evacuate the
place.”

The five teams had arranged themselves around the village perimeter, each guarding a likely
place where the Death Eaters would start an attack. They’d all been supplied with the newest
version of Relocators, and felt slightly more secure after hearing good reports about them from
other parts of the country.

John stiffened and spun around when he heard the familiar sounds of several Whammo explosions
coming from the other side of the village, soon followed by the sounds of spells and curses being
thrown. He reached into his robe pocket and retrieved the Muggle communication device when he heard
his name being called.

“Keep your position, John.” The group commander’s voice came over the radio. “There’s about
fifty Death Eaters attacking from this side, but we should be able to take care of them – you stay
where you are in case more of them attack from your end.”

John acknowledged the message and called for his team to keep a close eye on the hill in front
of them. Five minutes later, more Whammos exploded. They were the ones placed by John’s team just
the other side of the hill they faced.

“Get ready!” he shouted.

The minutes dragged by, but no attack came, and the Whammos had stopped exploding several
minutes ago. The team members looked at each other in confusion, wondering what was going on. “Is
this a new tactic?” asked one of the men.

“I don’t …” started John, but then fell silent as a dark green light covered the village and its
perimeter, shimmering like a glass dome.”

“What the hell?” exclaimed John and reached for his radio, intending to contact the group
commander, but the radio was completely inert. He flung it on the ground beside him in frustration
and kept his eyes peeled on the top of the hill.

“Oh bloody hell,” breathed one of his team, looking towards the left-hand side of the hill.
Striding over the hilltop came the sinister form of Lord Voldemort, holding the Disc of Gates above
his head. The sounds of battle had died away shortly before the green light had appeared, and it
was strangely silent all around the village.

John thought furiously – he knew what the device was capable of, and he knew that his team stood
no chance against its awesome power. “Get out of here – all of you!” he shouted to his team,
invoking the emergency procedure for his team to Apparate out of an area of immediate danger. He
didn’t Apparate himself – he wanted to make sure that everyone got away safely first. But neither
did anyone else – they looked around in confusion as their attempts to Apparate away from the area
failed.

John looked in horror at the Dark Lord, the realisation dawning on him that the strange green
light covering the village was responsible for their failure to escape. His jaw set firm,
determined that he wouldn’t forfeit his life lightly. He shouted for his team to hold fast and take
what cover they could as they waited for the inevitable attack. Voldemort still stood alone at the
top of the hill, but he was too far away to attack.

Then Voldemort held the Disc high above his head and shouted several strange words. A black
light shot from the glowing crystal at the centre, over the heads of John and his team, and covered
the village and the other four teams. John turned and looked on in horror at what happened next.
The black light seemed to intensify, hiding from sight all that it covered. Then it shimmered as
barely-visible ripples of energy shot through the blackness. Then the blackness slowly faded away
and the results of its evil endeavours were revealed for John and his team to see.

Nothing – there was absolutely nothing left of the village and the eighty aurors who guarded it.
There was just a dark brown mark, completely devoid of life. Not even the Relocators had been of
any use against such all-embracing evil. A growl of anger came from deep inside John Ballot as he
turned once more to face the Dark Lord. He stood up from behind his cover, knowing that there was
no protection from that awesome power, and waited. Deep in the back of his mind, he felt confused.
He wondered why he and his team were still in existence.

“Four days,” shouted Voldemort, looking down at John with disdain. “Tell Fudge that he has four
days to capitulate. My patience is at an end, and if I do not receive word of his surrender by that
time, the next target will be the ministry itself. I’ve obliterated the place where he was born,
and I can do the same to the place where he works. Tell him to speak to his American friends. Tell
them that the same fate awaits them also.”

Voldemort turned on his heel and walked back over the hill and out of sight of the Aurors below.
Then the green light covering the area disappeared. John turned and looked down at the ground when
the radio he had earlier discarded suddenly burst into life with the sound of the group commander’s
voice.

“John… stay where you are… this green light is preventing us from Apparating away. The Death
Eaters are just standing out of range from our spells, as if they’re waiting for something. Keep a
close look out at your end… what…. What’s that black…”

The radio fell silent once more. Everyone stood around looking at it incredulously. They’d just
heard the final words of their commander before he was consumed by the black evil, but no one
understood how his final message had suddenly emerged from the past to haunt their already fragile
minds. Somehow, hearing their dead comrade’s voice was even more terrible than the act that snuffed
out his life.

***

“It’s called Monte Grosso,” said Hugo as he stood on a paved track half way up the huge volcano
that dominated the small island of Corvo. He looked up towards the rim. “The entrance to the
caldera is at the northern end and we can get to it by following this track that leads all the way
to the top.”

The group had just Apparated to the island of Corvo, taking Hugo as their guide. Rafaela had
elected to remain with her family on Flores – she was still feeling very embarrassed at making a
play for Ron’s affections. Margot had spoken to her and tried to ease her discomfort, but the girl
couldn’t help but feel bad about things.

Oliver and Katie took their usual point position, this time in the company of Sirius and Ceri,
with Charlie, Nadine, Remus and Flitwick bringing up the rear – the steep sides that bordered the
track made it impractical and unnecessary to cover the flanks. The six teens walked in the middle
of the group, with Hugo at their front, but he was soon joined by Ginny, who trotted up to walk
alongside him.

The track was quite steep as it wound its way to the top, and the group were soon breathing
quite hard, but they were all grateful for the stiff breeze that came off the sea to the
south-west. Hugo turned and grinned as he heard Ron complaining vociferously about the way their
quest always seemed to lead them steeply up or down – rarely along level ground.

“Don’t mind my brother,” said Ginny. “He always complains when we have to climb mountains. It’s
when he stops complaining that we have to worry.”

Hugo gazed into Ginny’s eyes and smiled.

“What!” she whispered, the boy’s penetrating gaze bringing a slight tinge of pink to her
cheeks.

“That photograph in our newspaper didn’t do you justice,” he said.

Ginny instinctively raised her hand and tried to stop her hair blowing around in the wind,
remembering that it had looked unruly when Rita Skeeter had taken that unexpected picture at The
Burrow.

“No,” whispered Hugo, reaching out to push her hand away. “It looks beautiful just the way it
is.”

Ginny smiled shyly and dragged her gaze away from the sparkling eyes. Margot nudged Hermione and
nodded at the pair walking in front of them. “What do you think?” she whispered. “Hugo seems very
taken with Ginny.”

“And I don’t think it’s a one-way thing either,” Hermione whispered back. “She’s convinced that
he’s the sixth member of the team.”

“Oh I hope so,” replied Margot. “She’ll be devastated if it turns out that he isn’t.”

“I’ve been thinking about that,” said Hermione reflectively. “If it’s not Hugo, who can it be?
I’m sure that this is the last leg of the quest, and we’ll find Atlantis on this island, so time is
running out for the sixth member to join up with us, and there aren’t any other people around -
it’s a very isolated island.”

Margot sighed as she gazed at the pair in front, now chatting and laughing – they seemed so
right together, somehow.

After an hour’s hard slog, the group finally stood at the rim of the volcano, looking down into
the huge crater in amazement. It was about two miles across and over three hundred yards deep, and
the sides and bottom of the caldera were sectioned into a patchwork of enclosed fields, evidence
that the islanders used the fertile volcanic soil to good advantage. But there was no sign of
anyone working in the crater – just the odd few cattle grazing in some of the lush green fields. At
the far side, at the lowest point of the crater, were several clear blue lakes in which stood a
number of small islands, some of them connected to the main crater floor by thin tongues of land
that stretched out from the lakesides.

“This is a magical place,” said Nadine. “I don’t mean in the ‘magical vibrations’ sense – I
think it’s so beautiful and mysterious.”

Charlie nodded and put his arm around her waist. “You wouldn’t think such a place as this could
exist inside a volcano.”

Harry gazed around the crater walls, looking for any rocky outcrops that looked like a crow.
“There’s loads of rocks all over the place – we’ll just have to examine each one we come to.”

Hugo pointed to a rough path just below where they stood, that led down to the bottom. “That’s
the way down.”

Sirius and Hugo led the way to the bottom of the crater, stopping every so often to peer at some
of the larger rocks that dotted the sides on the way down. At the bottom, they decided to walk
around the left-hand side, opposite the side where the lakes were, and spread out as they moved
over the undulating ground. Half an hour later, they stood at the furthest end of the caldera,
disappointed not to have spotted the rock formation thus far. They moved back towards the end of
the crater they’d started from, this time walking beside the lakes, but the number of rocky
outcroppings seemed to be far less than the other side.

As they approached the end of the lake closest to their entry point, Ron stopped and pointed up
at a small hillock that overlooked the lake. “There’s a line of rocks up there on top of that
hill.”

“There’s a lot more over to the side,” said Oliver.

“Come on Ron,” said Professor Flitwick. “We’ll check out your hill while the others check around
the side of the crater.”

The two climbed quickly up the hill and stood in front of a line of rocks that formed a ridge
along the top, but there didn’t seem to be anything unusual about their shape. Ron let out a grunt
of disappointment, and started to walk back down towards the others, but Flitwick held up his hand.
“One moment Ron. Let’s walk around and look at them from the opposite side.”

Ron shrugged and climbed back up to join Professor Flitwick as he moved around behind the left
hand edge of the outcrop. They walked along behind the rocks, squinting at them from every possible
angle in an effort to force them into an image of a bird, but they could see nothing. When they
reached the right hand edge of the ridge, Ron again showed his disappointment, and sat down on the
lush grass in disgust. The little Professor smiled and bent down to console him, but stopped in
mid-bend, staring intently at the far side of the rocky outcrop.

“Look! Look!” he yelled, hopping from foot to foot in his excitement. Ron sat up and held his
head close to the professor’s arm to follow his line of sight, and gasped in amazement as he saw
what the professor had seen.

“Here it is!” yelled Ron, running over to the far side of the ridge and waving his arms towards
his friends below. “It’s up here – come quick!”

Then he walked back to stand beside Flitwick, waiting for the rest to join them.

Harry was the first to approach, and Ron caught his shoulder and pushed him down into a sort of
half-squatting position while he pointed to the rock that Flitwick had spotted. Harry gasped. The
rock, seen from this angle and elevation, did indeed look like a bird, and because of it’s colour,
it looked exactly like a crow, hunched low to the ground. But the most exciting thing about it was
the thin rocky projection, jutting out from the ‘crow’s head’ and pointing down into the crater
below.

“Well done Professor,” said Harry, grinning at his Charms teacher.

“I must confess,” said Flitwick, “that if I wasn’t so small, I’d have easily missed it.”

By this time, the rest of the group were gathered around Ron, bending down and peering along his
outstretched arm towards the rock.

Harry and Ron were the first to arrive at the rock, and scrambled up onto the ridge where they
had a good view of the crater below and the direction in which the crow’s beak was pointing. They
lay flat on the rock and looked along the rocky beak.

“It’s pointing to that little island on the lake,” said Ron.

“And to a jumble of rocks standing at the end if it,” said Harry, his voice full of excitement.
“The entrance down to Atlantis must be in among those rocks somewhere.”

They jumped down and told the others what they’d found; pointing to the little island perched at
the end of a promontory of land that stretched into the middle of the lake closest to them. They
all then moved swiftly down to the lake, around its left-hand edge, and onto the finger of land
that led to the island. A few minutes later, they stood on the little island, looking back up to
the spot where the rocky crow was perched, but from this angle and distance, they couldn’t
distinguish it from the rest of the rocks along the ridge.

Sirius and Oliver walked up to the rough volcanic rocks that protruded onto the island from
below, looking at their odd arrangement. There were two stands of rock, a large one right in the
centre of the island and a smaller one further down towards the edge of the lake. They peered into
the space between them, and saw that there was just enough room to squeeze in between. Katie walked
up and eased Oliver and her father to one side. “I’m a lot thinner than you two,” she said as she
turned sideways and eased her way between the rocks.

“Watch where you’re treading,” shouted Oliver. “We don’t want you falling down a hole.”

Katie muttered something that wasn’t very complimentary to her boyfriend, and then just as she
disappeared from sight, shouted, “It opens out a bit just inside. It’s a sort of enclosure – like a
cavern, but with a narrow opening up above. Hang on a minute… yes… there’s something here. There’s
a cleft at the bottom of the larger stand of rock… it looks like it might lead into a cave or
something.”

“Hang on a minute Katie,” shouted Oliver. “I’m coming in!”

He squeezed quickly between the rocks and walked over to stand beside Katie, who was bending
down looking at a narrow opening at the base of the large crag. Sirius, Harry and Ron soon joined
him, but there wasn’t room for the others in the confined space between the two rocks.

“There’s not enough room to squeeze through there,” observed Sirius. “Not even for you,
Katie.”

“This has to be the way down,” said Harry, looking down at the ground for a suitable piece of
rock. He selected a loose piece of rock, flattened and ending in a sharp point and knelt on the
ground to clear away the loose earth at the bottom of the cleft. Ron and Oliver soon picked up two
other pieces of rock and joined Harry in his attempt to find out if the cleft extended below ground
level.

Ten minutes of digging revealed that Harry was right. The opening at the base of the rock became
much larger the further down they dug, and spurred them on to greater efforts. Soon, they’d
uncovered an opening that was large enough for a person to crawl through.

“What’s happening in there?” shouted an impatient Ceri from outside.

“We think we’ve found it,” shouted Sirius. “Give us a couple of minutes to squeeze through and
then follow us.”

Harry was the first to ease his way into the opening, going in feet-first, with Sirius and
Oliver holding on to his arms in case there was a drop on the other side. Harry stretched his legs
as far as he could and grinned when his feet touched a hard surface. He eased himself further
inside and told his two supporters to let go of his arms as he pulled himself completely through
the gap.

Harry took out his wand and lit it, moving it around above his head to get a feel for the place.
He saw that he was standing on a four-foot wide ledge about three feet below the level of the
ground outside, that extended to either side of him for about five feet. It was just over six feet
to the rocky ceiling, and he cautiously edged further along the ledge and held his wand into the
dark space that opened up below. He lay flat on the ground and extended his arm further into the
space to reveal a sort of funnel-shaped passageway, no more than two feet wide, that slanted down
below the ground at an angle of thirty degrees from horizontal – steep, but not too steep to crawl
down if he wedged his arms against the sides of the funnel to stop him falling out of control.

He moved back to the outside opening and told the waiting three what he’d found, and then waited
until they’d all eased their way into the cave. They moved to one side to allow the rest of the
group to follow and soon, everyone was packed like sardines inside the confined space.

“I’ll go down first,” said Harry, brushing a loose bit of dirt away from the side of his
face.

“We’re all coming with you kids,” said Ceri, looking to Sirius, who nodded. “We’ll come as far
as we can before it’s obvious that you have to proceed alone.”

“Hang on,” said Ron, reaching into the rucksack that Charlie was carrying. “I thought this might
come in handy again.”

Everyone stared and grinned as he pulled a long length of rope from the sack and tied one end
around Harry’s waist. “What! I take this with me everywhere, ever since I used it in the labyrinth
at Rennes-le-Chateau. There’s one golden rule I’ve learned since we started these quests – never go
anywhere with Harry unless you’ve got a piece of rope!”

Harry grinned and waited until Sirius, Oliver and Charlie had the end of the rope securely in
their grasps before easing himself feet-first into the narrow funnel. He stretched out his elbows
to the sides and braced himself against the walls, and then eased himself slowly downwards, letting
gravity do the hard work as he alternately relaxed and tightened his grip on the wall.

Everyone held their breath as Harry sunk out of sight, only the vibrations on the rope that held
him showing that he was still moving downwards. After several minutes, the rope suddenly slackened,
and Harry’s voice echoed up the funnel from below.

“It’s about twenty feet down,” he shouted. “It comes out into a cavern, and it’s big enough to
hold us all easily. I’m untying the rope now – if one of you eases down like I did, the rest of you
can just slide down and two of us can support you at the bottom.”

Oliver was the next one down, and then helped Harry catch the others to ease their momentum as
they slid down the funnel one by one.

“You’re not going to like this!” said Hermione, who stood at the far end of the cavern, looking
out through the opening at the far end while the last of the group slid down to join them.

Ceri walked over and looked out, then gasped, “Uh oh! Not very nice at all!”

The rest crowded around the pair as they held their wands into the space beyond the opening.
They looked out into a large circular gallery, and the cavern in which they stood was about a
hundred and fifty feet above the floor. Down to the left, stretching at a fairly gentle angle was a
narrow rock ledge that wound around the sides of the gallery from their position, right down to the
rock floor.

Ginny looked with apprehension at the narrow ledge, and seeing her expression, Hugo leaned close
and whispered, “Don’t worry, Ginny. I’ll help you get down.”

Ginny smiled gratefully and stepped back to let someone else take the lead. Oliver and Katie
were the first to step out onto the ledge and stood with their backs pressed tightly against the
rocky wall as they moved side-wards along the perilous path. Remus and Flitwick followed, and soon
they were all edging their way cautiously down the gallery. Hugo kept hold of Ginny’s hand as he
led her down, not taking his eyes from the girl as she inched along the ledge. The pair was the
last to reach the bottom, and Ginny hugged Hugo gratefully for his help, although she clung to him
just a little too tightly, and a tad too long for a mere display of gratitude.

Hermione and Margot again grinned at each other as they watched Hugo and Ginny, and then sat
down beside one of the rock pools that dotted the bottom of the gallery, rippling the cool water
with their hands.

“Over here,” shouted Remus from the opposite end from where the others were resting. “I’ve found
something.”

They all walked over to Remus, who was standing alongside an opening in the gallery wall. As
they approached, he pointed to the wall above the opening, holding his wand high to illuminate the
ancient writing.

“Hieroglyphics,” said Harry. “Perhaps it’s a message from Osiris and Isis.”

He stretched up onto the tips of his toes and translated the short column of glyphs. “It says…
*Be warned that the way forward is only for the Anima Summas and their helpers.*”

He turned to look at Hermione, who nodded that she agreed with his translation.

“Well this is as far as we go then,” said Sirius.

Harry and Hermione held hands as they ducked inside the opening and peered inside. Harry turned
back to the others. “It’s a round-shaped tunnel – a bit like that funnel we came down at the top,
only a bit bigger and not so steep. From what I can see, we should be able to walk down it fairly
easily.”

Nadine looked at her watch. “It’s six o’clock. You’d better have something to eat before you
go.”

“Good idea, Nadine,” said Ron, smiling.

After they finished some of the sandwiches that Margot and Nadine had helped Sara make, they sat
drinking a hot cup of tea as they chatted about what might lay ahead.

“How much further down do you think we have to go?” asked Ginny.

“You might have quite a way to go yet,” said Remus. “I’d estimate that we’re not far from sea
level at the moment, and if Atlantis has sunk down as far as the Mid-Atlantic ridge, it’ll be at
least another two miles further down.”

“In these sort of conditions, that could take quite some time,” said Oliver.

“You’d better take some of the food that’s left,” said Charlie, grinning at his brother. “I
wouldn’t want to see you going hungry down there.”

Harry and Hermione walked over to look once more into the tunnel, and gestured for Ron, Ginny
and Margot to join them. “We’ve got a decision to make,” said Harry, looking at Ginny.

“Should Hugo join us or not,” said Hermione.

“Of course he must,” said Ginny quickly. “I think it’s obvious that he’s the sixth one.”

“I’m not sure, Ginny,” said Harry. “Oh I know he’s been a big help to us, but there’s nothing
that’s happened so far that tells me he’s the right one.”

“And there’s that warning,” said Hermione, looking up at the hieroglyphics. “If Hugo’s not the
one, then it could be dangerous for him to come with us.”

“So how will we know?” asked Ron.

Ginny brightened. “Ron’s right! If he *is* the right one and he *doesn’t* come with
us, we could fail at the last hurdle. He’s got to come!”

“But, of course, it may not be the last hurdle,” said Hermione. “I’ve got a feeling that it is,
but when did anything on these quests work out the way we thought it would?”

Harry pondered for a few moments. “You’re right, of course, Ginny. He’ll have to come – if he
wants to, that is. We’ll leave it up to him, shall we?”

Ginny grinned and rushed over to Hugo, who’d been watching the five talk and look in his
direction several times.

“You’ve been talking about me haven’t you?” he asked.

Ginny nodded. “You have to understand that things could get very dangerous from now on. It’s
always been the case at the end of the last two quests. I… we think that you may be the sixth one –
there has to be six of us to complete the final quest. But it’s up to you whether you want to come
with us.”

Ginny looked hopefully at Hugo, who smiled. “Of course I’d like to come with you. I don’t know
whether I’m the sixth one or not, but I don’t want to miss out on the rest of the adventure. And in
any case,” he looked slyly at the beaming Ginny, “I’ve got to come to look after you, haven’t
I?”

Ginny caught hold of his hand and dragged him to his feet, and then pulled him across to the
other four. “He’ll come with us!”

“You’re aware that it could be dangerous?” asked Harry. Hugo nodded solemnly.

“We’d better do the same as we did in the labyrinth,” said Hermione. “Ginny – will you keep a
map of which way we go, just in case there may be branches in these tunnels?”

Ginny reached into her robes and pulled out several pieces of parchment and a quill, holding
them up to show the others.

“Right,” said Harry. “Time to go, I think.”

“You lot take care,” said Sirius, walking up to them.

Katie walked up and hugged Harry, whispering in his ear, “Be careful, Harry - and make sure you
all come back safely.” She kissed him on the cheek and then stepped back. Harry grinned warmly at
her – he still hadn’t fully got used to having a cousin who cared for him.

The six, led by Harry and Ron, walked into the tunnel and soon disappeared around the first
bend, the shouts of encouragement from the protectors ringing in their ears.

“Come on,” said Professor Flitwick, walking back to the large rock pool at the centre of the
gallery. “We might as well make ourselves comfortable. We might be waiting here for some time.”

He pulled his wand from his robes and sent a charm towards several rocks protruding from the
gallery walls. He grinned as they started to glow with a white light, flooding the gallery with a
soft and gentle illumination. Then he pointed his wand at a large rock embedded in the floor, and
sent another charm that transformed it into a large and sumptuous cushion. He sank down onto it
with a sigh, and raised his eyebrows at the others, inviting them to follow his lead.

Only Remus could remember the charm, however. The others had to let Flitwick provide comfortable
seating for them. They settled down to wait – something that they found very hard to do, especially
when they remembered the agonies they went through when they had to wait for the four to emerge
from the Great Pyramid of Giza.

Remus and Flitwick spent much of the time wandering around the gallery, inspecting the rock
formations and reminiscing about the revelations at the top of Mount Olympus, while the other six
split up into their natural pairs. Katie, however, couldn’t help glancing across at her father
whenever Oliver started to get a bit frisky, and likewise, Sirius, however much he tried, couldn’t
help glancing at Katie whenever he and Ceri held each other closely. The big problem was the lack
of any privacy in the gallery.

As the hours wore on, Flitwick settled into a gentle slumber, while Remus just stood at the
entrance to the tunnel. He smiled wryly as he looked towards the three couples, pleased that they
were all so happy with each other, but feeling a pang of regret for his own situation. Ever since
he’d been smitten with the curse of the werewolf, he’d made a pact with himself never to become
involved with a girl. He just couldn’t risk the cursed gene being passed along to any children that
may result from such a liaison. But even with that in the forefront of his mind, he still deeply
regretted that he could never find the kind of love that Sirius had found.

He sighed and walked back to his cushion, sank down and closed his eyes. Sleep was still far
away, but he could still dream.

***

Harry and Ron led the way through the smooth-sided tunnel, which twisted and turned as it moved
ever further down into the bowels of the earth. They walked for about an hour before the tunnel
suddenly petered out at a narrow crevice. Harry squeezed through and found himself standing at the
top of a sort of chimney that stretched vertically below him. He looked all around, but could see
no other way forward, so he called back for the others to join him on the ledge of rock.

The chimney was quite narrow - narrow enough for them to ease their way down by making use of
the many rocky projections for footholds, and by stretching their arms and legs to the side to give
support against the sides of the walls as they moved down.

Again Harry led the way, but kept glancing up to make sure that the girls, in particular, were
comfortable with the awkward climb down. But he should have concentrated more closely on his own
progress. It was the concern for his friends that landed him in one devil of a pickle. He stretched
down with his right foot to brace it against the projecting rock that until that moment had always
been there for him, but instead found that he was trying to stand on thin air.

His leg shot from underneath him, dragging the rest of his body after it. He flung out his arms
and for a few agonising moments, hanging suspended above a dark and unknown abyss. But he couldn’t
hang on and then he fell, feeling the increasingly warm air flood over his face as he opened his
mouth to shout a warning to the others coming behind. Then he closed his eyes, concentrated, and
transformed into his eagle animagus form, spreading his wings to halt the fall to the hidden depths
below.

He flapped his wings and flew back up to where the chimney exited into the huge space, and
screeched loudly, both in warning and to let his friends know that he was safe. He hovered directly
beneath the hole and waited while an astonished Ron, who hadn’t realised the mess that Harry had
got himself into, eased himself down onto the eagle’s back. Harry continued to hover until Hermione
came into view, staring fearfully at the gaping hole that opened up beneath her feet.

Harry moved closer and tried to project his thoughts to her, telling her to remain still until
he came back for her. Hermione cocked her head to one side, listening intently, and then nodded.
She looked up and shouted to the others to stop climbing down the chimney, and she also shouted
down for Ron to light his wand, so that Harry could see where he was flying.

Harry turned and circled around the top of the rocky ceiling, trying to get a feel for the size
of the place in which he’d emerged. He could see that it was huge – really huge – the light from
Ron’s wand couldn’t reach to the far side of the circular chamber. Harry dropped lower, keeping his
keen eagle eyes peeled beneath him, trying to see the bottom of the chamber. Down and down he flew,
always circling so that Ron could keep watch for any exits to the side, but there were none.
Finally, after several minutes of flying, Harry spotted that the chamber started to curve to the
right until it levelled out into a flat area where he could safely set Ron onto the ground. But
before he dropped to the ground, Harry flew on a while longer to see where the huge chamber led.
After about a hundred yards of flat ground, it once more dropped down to form yet another seemingly
bottomless pit.

He flew back to where the level ground started and transformed as soon as Ron jumped down from
his back.

“I’ll go back and fetch the others,” said Harry. “You have a look around down here and see if
there’s any tunnels leading out of this place.”

Ron nodded, and wiped his forehead, which had started to perspire. “It’s getting bloody hot down
here,” he said.

Harry grinned at his friend and then transformed once more, kicking off from the ground and
rising swiftly up to the chimney exit. He hovered directly beneath, as before, and allowed first
Hermione, then Margot, to climb onto his back. As soon as she felt she was secure, Hermione screwed
her eyes tight shut, while Margot held her lit wand high for Harry.

After setting the girls safely down, he once more rose into the air and hovered while a
still-incredulous Hugo climbed down onto his back and held his arms out to steady Ginny as she
flopped down in front of him. Hugo grasped her tightly as Harry once more flew down to the bottom
of the chamber, and then helped her climb down once Harry had landed.

“Whoa – that was something else!” exclaimed Hugo, as Harry transformed once more.

“It very nearly wasn’t,” Harry replied, and told the others what had happened.

“That was quick thinking,” said Hermione quietly as she caught around her boyfriend and held him
close, trying not to think of what may have happened.

They all turned when Ron came into view, grinning from ear to ear. “I’ve found an exit,” he
said. “It’s about fifty yards along this stretch of chamber, on the left hand side.”

“What is this place, anyway?” asked Margot, looking around at the smooth sides of the
chamber.

“I think it’s a magma tube,” said Hermione, “formed when the molten lava swelled up from the
main magma chamber somewhere below. I’d guess we flew down for nearly a mile before coming to this
level stretch – the lava must have hit a very hard core of rock when it welled up, forcing it to
the side before coming to softer rock once more.”

“And from the heat in this place, there’s a bit more of that stuff down below somewhere,” said
Ginny, wiping her forehead.

“The tube drops off once more about a hundred yards further on,” said Harry, “so it’s a good job
Ron’s found something.”

“And we’re on the right track,” replied the red-haired boy. “There’s more of that strange
writing above the tunnel entrance.”

Harry and the others followed Ron as he led them over to the tunnel entrance. It looked to be
far craggier than the places they’d come through so far, indicating that it hadn’t been formed by
the action of molten lava. Hermione held her wand high and looked at the hieroglyphs above the
entrance, whispering to herself as she translated the script.

“It’s just a message saying that this is the right way to go,” she said.

Harry led the way into the tunnel, which although leading ever downwards, he was relieved to see
that the slope was fairly gentle. After several minutes, the passage started to get steeper, and
began to spiral around, always turning to the right and always heading down.

“I think it’s winding around the outside of the lava tube,” said Harry.

After another half hour of walking, the passage started to straighten out once more and the
slope became a lot gentler. Up ahead, in the light from his wand, Harry saw a dark open space – he
groaned when he realised that the tunnel was about to exit into another chamber, and he hoped it
wasn’t like the last one.

He walked slowly forward until he came to the exit and cautiously leaned out, holding his
illuminated wand before him. As he’d feared, the exit led to yet another large gallery, although it
didn’t appear to have been created by the magma welling up from below. It looked more like one of
the caves below Rennes-le-Chateau, only on a far grander scale.

In the increased light afforded by Ron’s wand, the two boys could just make out the floor of the
chamber some forty yards or so below, but this time, there was a wider ledge running down around
the walls of the cavern to the bottom, where he could see huge stalagmites rising up into the
heights above his head. He called for the others to be careful and stepped out onto the ledge,
testing that the rocky floor was strong enough to support his weight.

He moved towards the right, keeping his back to the rock wall, and edged slowly along while the
others followed. They’d gone about half way down when Harry stiffened at the sound of a scream
coming from somewhere behind him. He turned his head quickly to see that Ginny had fallen to the
floor of the ledge, and was scrambling frantically to stop the momentum of the fall taking her over
the side and down to the rocky floor below.

Quick as a flash, Hugo fell to his knees and reached out to grasp Ginny’s right arm, just as she
toppled over the edge, the sinews in his neck tightening and his face contorting with the effort of
holding onto her. Ron, who was immediately in front, bent down and grasped his sister’s left arm as
she reached it towards him, and between them, the two boys lifted Ginny back onto the ledge.

Ginny was shaking and gasping from the shock of her experience, and clung to Hugo as she started
to sob. Hugo placed his hand on the back of her head and whispered into her ear, trying to calm
her. After a few minutes, Ginny stood back and nodded, “I’m ok now I think. That bloody rock!”

She kicked out and sent a loose rock flying over the edge onto the floor below, satisfied that
the object that had been the cause of the near-disaster had suffered the fate that she almost
had.

Everyone breathed a lot easier and continued down around the cavern walls, this time keeping a
wary eye out for any loose stones. At last, they reached the bottom and sat on the floor to rest
for a few moments. Then they all wandered around the cavern looking for the continuation of their
path. Margot called out when she came to a gap in the rock wall, the only one in the cavern as it
turned out, and pointed to the strange writing that had been placed alongside it. But this time,
the script was not in Egyptian hieroglyphics, and it also differed in that it was written onto a
metallic-looking plaque, rather than directly onto the rock wall.

“What does it say?” Margot asked as Harry and Hermione looked closely at the oddly shaped
characters. They both shook their heads.

“It’s very similar to the cuneiform writing of ancient Sumer,” said Hermione. “But it’s not
quite the same.”

She looked up at the others, and whispered, “I think this could be the writing of the ancients –
the writing of the people of Atlantis.”

“But wouldn’t Thoth – Enki - and the other Atlanteans have taught their own language when they
re-civilised the world?” asked Ginny. “Why would they teach something different?”

Hermione shrugged. “I don’t know, Ginny, but let’s face it, look how many languages and dialects
there are in our world – it must have been the same in Atlantis. And in any case, look how English
has changed over the last few hundred years.”

“I wonder what it says?” asked Margot. “Do you think it could be something important - you said
in was very similar to the cuneiform of the Sumerians, so can you at least have a stab at what it
says? It might be some sort of warning or something.”

Harry shook his head. “I wouldn’t have thought so – if it was that important, surely Osiris and
Isis would have written something to warn the future Anima Summas don’t you think?”

“You’re probably right,” said Hermione. “Come on Harry, let’s take a closer look at it.”

The pair held their wands close to the script and looked very closely at the wedge-shaped
characters, talking quietly between themselves. After about five minutes, they stepped back,
looking doubtfully at each other.

“Well?” asked Ron. “Any luck?”

Hermione let out a deep breath. “There are a few words that we think we recognise. But we can’t
be absolutely sure.”

“So come on – tell us what you think it says!” exclaimed Ginny.

Hermione pointed to several of the shapes. “This first sequence of letters seems to be some sort
of warning – you know, like ‘DANGER’ at the top of a sign, but it’s not ‘danger’ as such. Then
there’s a sequence that we don’t recognise, apart from the words ‘Anima Summas’. After that,
there’s a sentence that includes the words ‘true’ and ‘helpers’, and in the last sequence are the
words ‘enable’ or ‘permit’ and either ‘to pass’ or ‘to proceed’.”

Margot summarised what the pair had been able to translate. “So it goes something like, ‘Warning
– Anima Summas and true helpers. Permit to pass.”

“That’s right,” said Hermione. “So it could be similar to the message left by Osiris and Isis
back at the cavern where we left Sirius and the others.”

“That said, ‘be warned that the way forward is only for the Anima Summas and their helpers,”
said Harry.

“So it’s not really telling us anything that we don’t already know,” said Ginny.

“I suppose not,” said Harry. Then he looked at Hermione, took a deep breath and stepped across
the threshold into the dark passageway.



8. And Then There Were Six
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**Chapter 8**

**And Then There Were Six**

As he stepped across the threshold into the dark passageway, Harry stiffened and jumped back,
looking wide-eyed at the dark tunnel entrance. “There’s something there,” he gasped. “I felt
something when I stretched inside.”

“What was it!” exclaimed Hermione.

Harry shook his head. “I don’t know – it felt like some sort of force field – a sort of strange
vibrating feeling.”

“Do you feel ok?” asked Ginny.

Harry nodded. “Yes – it didn’t stop me going inside, and it wasn’t painful or anything like
that. It was just unexpected.”

“What do you think it is?” asked Ron, looking once more at the strange writing on the plaque. “I
bet that says something about it in the bits you couldn’t translate.”

“Well we won’t know until we go inside,” said Harry, taking a deep breath and stepping into the
darkness. After the initial magical vibration as he stepped across the threshold into the
passageway, Harry breathed easy when the strange feeling stopped.

“Whatever it is,” he said, “it’s only at the entrance. There’s nothing inside here.”

Hermione stepped through next, and shivered as she felt the strange vibration, but relaxed as
she stepped up alongside Harry. “It’s only when you walk through,” she said. “There’s nothing to
worry about.”

Ron and Margot stepped through and waited while Ginny followed close on their heels, and then
turned to wait for Hugo. He closed his eyes and stepped through the entrance, but a bright blue
light suddenly covered him and sent him reeling back the way he had come.

Ginny shouted fearfully and walked back out to make sure he wasn’t hurt. “Hugo – are you
ok?”

Hugo appeared shaken, although he wasn’t hurt in any way. “What was that!” he exclaimed, looking
at the entrance fearfully.

“Come on, hold my hand,” said Ginny as she pulled Hugo once more towards the tunnel.

As they both stepped through together, the bright blue light once more covered Hugo and sent him
reeling to the outside, but leaving Ginny untouched. Harry put out a hand, stopped her walking back
out of the tunnel, and turned her around to face him. His eyes were full of concern for his
red-haired little friend as he spoke gently to her. “It’s no use Ginny. Hugo can’t come with
us.”

“What!” yelled Ginny, looking searchingly into Harry’s eyes.

Hermione stepped up to her and reached out to hold her hand. “Harry’s right, Ginny,” she
whispered. “Hugo can’t come through the portal – he’s not the sixth one.”

“How… how do you know that?” she asked in a tremulous voice, bringing a lump to Hermione’s
throat as she saw the hurt in her friend’s face.

“That message on the outside of the portal,” she whispered. “It’s starting to make a bit more
sense now. It probably reads something like this – Warning, Only the Anima Summas and their true
helpers are permitted to pass beyond this portal.”

Harry nodded. “It looks like there’s a spell on the entranceway to check that only the permitted
ones are walking through it. If Hugo was the sixth one, he’d have been able to come through.” He
shook his head gently. “You… we weren’t to know that he wasn’t the right one.”

“They’re right Ginny,” said Hugo from the other side of the portal. “I can’t be the sixth one.
You go ahead, I’ll wait for you here. Be careful.”

Ginny stared at Hugo for a long moment, then suppressed a sob as she whispered, “You too.”

Hermione and Margot caught around their friend as they led her down the passageway, while Ron
passed out some food and water to Hugo, then waved sadly goodbye, knowing how terrible both he and
his sister must be feeling.

They walked on down the passageway for about a hundred yards before Harry called a halt. He
turned to the others, his expression showing some of the despondency he felt. “You know what this
means, don’t you?”

Hermione frowned and nodded. “It means that this can’t be the final leg of the quest. Thoth left
us in no doubt that we have to be six to complete the quest, and since there’s obviously no one
else down here, the sixth one must be somewhere else – probably on the way to the next part of the
quest after we’ve found whatever it is we need to find in Atlantis.”

Harry shook his head worriedly. “We just haven’t got the time,” he said. “Voldemort’s going to
start killing a lot of people before too long.”

Ginny felt awful. She slumped onto the ground and started to cry quietly. Margot knelt beside
her and held her hand, trying to comfort her.

Ginny looked up at her friends. “It’s not fair,” she wailed. “As soon as I find someone, he’s
taken away again. I don’t think I’ll ever fine the right boy.”

Hermione joined Margot and put her hands on Ginny’s cheeks, forcing her to look directly into
her eyes. “It doesn’t mean that Hugo’s not the right boy for you Ginny. All it means is that he’s
not the sixth member of the team – there’s nothing written anywhere to say that the sixth one will
be the one for you. It might even by a girl. And it’s obvious that Hugo still feels the same way
about you as he did before he found that he wasn’t the one.”

“But that’s not how it’s supposed to be!” she cried, but then sniffled and wiped her eyes, and
she smiled wryly as she thought about what her friend had said. “You’re right Hermione – as usual.
Come on – I feel a bit better now.”

She rose to her feet and wiped the dust from her robes, but it was plain to everyone that she
didn’t feel all that much better – she had it in her mind that perfect symmetry would only be
realised with the arrival of the sixth member of the team. But she resolved not to be a worry, and
stuck out her chin in defiance of the way she felt deep inside.

They all walked on down the gently sloping passage, and they soon began to realise that the
walls seemed very smooth – much smoother than anything they’d seen before.

But that soon changed as they emerged from the passage into a small but very rough
natural-looking cavern. Harry held up his hand and stood quietly, listening to the familiar sound
that percolated up from somewhere below.

“Water,” he whispered. “That’s the sound of running water.”

They walked to the far end of the cave and stepped into a narrow passageway, the rough sides and
smooth floor telling them that a stream had once flown through the place. As they walked on, the
sound of running water became louder and louder, until they stood looking down at a narrow chute of
water, that emerged from their right-hand side, flowing beneath a low rock wall, and disappeared
once more down the chute to their left. They could see no other exits from the tunnel, and Harry
knew that the chute was the only way forward.

Biting the bullet, Harry looked at his friends and then turned and yelled as he jumped into the
swiftly moving stream. Hermione’s eyes went wide as she saw Harry disappear down into the depths
below – she couldn’t believe that he’d just taken off like that, leaving her to fend for herself.
Her eyes glowed angrily as she jumped in and followed her boyfriend down the water chute.

Ron, Margot and Ginny stood looking at the spot where their friends had disappeared, and then
followed, but not before Margot exclaimed, “It’s one thing to go down there, but how the devil are
we going to get back up again?”

“We’ll worry about that later,” shouted Ron as he jumped in.

Further down the watercourse, Harry shouted as he felt a great exhilaration as he was swept ever
downwards. He didn’t have time to think about what lay at the end of the ride, he was too busy
concentrating on trying to keep his head above water. After only two minutes – it seemed a lot
longer – he was swept out into space, following the curve of the waterfall as it emerged from the
end of the chute. He yelled once more, but quickly closed his mouth as he tumbled with a great
splash into a deep pool, the depths formed by the action of the falling water over the years.

His head sunk below the water and he flayed his arms about, trying to get back to the surface of
the pool. As his head broke above the water line, he just had time to see Hermione flying past,
landing rear-end first in the rock pool. Ron, then Ginny and finally Margot quickly followed
her.

Harry struck out for the side of the pool and heaved himself up to sit on the rocky bank. He
grinned as he saw that the other four had risen to the surface and were swimming towards where he
sat. “That was exciting wasn’t it?” he shouted.

His face dropped when he saw the expression on Hermione’s face as she climbed out of the pool,
and raised his eyebrows questioningly as she stood up and strode purposefully towards him. He stood
up as well, wondering what had got into his girlfriend, but he felt a bit like a rabbit sitting
frozen in the blazing headlights of an approaching truck.

Her eyes flashed as she reached out, caught the front of Harry’s robes and pulled him towards
her. Her face was no more than six inches away from Harry’s and her voice was low and deadly. “That
was the second time you’ve gone into a dive without putting your brain in gear! One of these days,
your hair-brained bravado is going to get us all killed!”

“I… I…” he stammered, then stopped as Hermione’s expression changed. He thought he saw a little
tear in her eye as she once more pulled him towards her, but this time kissed him forcefully on the
lips. She relaxed as he responded, and they broke apart only when the other three started
whistling.

“Sorry,” said Harry, speaking to all four. “It just felt like the best thing to do at the
time.”

For the next hour, they sat at the side of the pool while they dried off a bit and ate some of
the food. They gazed around the large cavern, which was obviously a natural feature, but the light
from their wands couldn’t penetrate the furthest recesses of the place. Eventually, they stood up
and started to explore.

Harry and Ron followed the stream that fed off the pool, which flowed at a gentler pace towards
the far side of the cave where it disappeared beneath a narrow gap at the base of the rock wall.
“Well there’s no way out that way,” said Ron.

They turned and saw the lights cast by the wands of the three girls moving around the walls to
the left of the pool, so they decided to check the right-hand side. They stopped to examine a
likely looking exit point, but the narrow passage soon came to an abrupt end. They walked back into
the main cavern to hear the girls calling to them from a point almost directly opposite them. They
walked quickly across the rocky floor, dodging the many stalagmites, and saw them standing
alongside an opening in the rock wall.

“At first, we thought it was a natural tunnel,” said Hermione, “but when we went in a little
way… well, come and see for yourselves.”

The two boys followed them into the tunnel, which turned slightly to the left just after they
entered. The rocky sides and ceiling were very rough and natural looking at first, but they soon
saw that the passageway took on a more refined appearance, the walls becoming smoother and the
ceiling settling at a more or less constant height above their heads. After thirty yards, they came
to an obviously man-made feature – smooth square columns rising from the floor to the ceiling,
where they supported a square cross beam.

Harry gazed closely at one of the columns and run his hands over the surface. “It looks and feel
like concrete, but it’s a lot smoother.”

They walked on down and found that there were similar structures spaced every thirty yards or so
along the gently sloping passage. “Do you think we might be coming to the outskirts of Atlantis?”
asked Margot.

“What are we likely to find there anyway?” asked Ron. “I read the descriptions of the city given
by Plato, but even if he was right, that was before it sunk two miles under the sea.”

“You’re guess is as good as mine,” said Hermione. “But I wouldn’t have thought there was a lot
left of it, especially if it was on the surface of the island exposed to all the destruction. I
suppose the best we can hope for is an underground facility of some kind, maybe one that was hewn
into the rock at the bottom of a mountainside, and may have been sealed off when the sea flooded
the city.”

They walked on down the passage for what seemed ages, and Margot couldn’t stifle a loud yawn as
they stopped briefly to examine an odd looking projection at the base of the left-hand wall.

“I feel tired too,” said Ginny, yawning infectiously as she looked at her watch. “Hey! It’s
twelve midnight! It’s been eight hours since we left Sirius and the others back in the upper
gallery.”

Harry glanced at Hermione and saw that she, too, looked a bit tired. “We’d better stop and try
to get some sleep.”

Hermione shivered slightly - the air had become progressively cooler the further down they’d
come – and pointed her wand at some loose pebbles, which started to glow with a warm reddish light.
The five huddled close with their backs against the rocky walls and were soon fast asleep, helped
by the drowsiness brought on by the comforting warmth from the glowing pebbles.

Harry’s eyes shot open and he jumped quickly to his feet, pulling his wand from his robes as he
instinctively crouched in a defensive posture. He looked quickly in both directions along the
passageway, but could see nothing in the light that was still given off by the pebbles.

“What!” gasped Ron, roused from his sleep by Harry’s movements.

The girls stirred and quickly jumped to their feet when they saw Harry’s obvious agitation.
“What’s there?” asked Hermione anxiously.

Harry shook his head and relaxed, although he still held his wand at the ready. “I heard
something – a sort of crashing noise.”

The other four gazed along the passage, raising their wands to give more light, but everything
was as quiet as the grave. Ginny glanced at her watch. “Six o’clock.”

“Let’s get some breakfast,” said Ron. “Whatever made that noise has long gone by now.”

Fifteen minutes later, Hermione extinguished the pebbles and they started off down the
passageway once more, Harry and Ron in the lead. They remained cautious whenever they came to a
bend, making sure that the way was safe before proceeding.

Ron held up his hand when the tunnel branched to the right and came to an abrupt end. Harry
whispered for the girls to remain in the passage while he and Ron went to investigate what lay in
the darkness beyond. They walked slowly into the cavern and held their wands high above their
heads, listening intently for any unusual sound.

The cavern was roughly rectangular in shape, about twenty yards long and fifteen yards wide. The
floor was covered with dust and loose rocks, but was otherwise devoid of any features. Ron pointed
to the far side, where he saw an opening in the rock wall, looking to be the same size as the
passage from which they’d just emerged. Harry turned and called for the girls to join them, and
they all moved across towards the far side.

They all jumped when they heard a loud crashing sound coming from their right, and turned to see
several large rocks and loose dirt tumble to the floor from a small gap where the rock wall met the
cavern ceiling about fifteen feet above. After a few moments, they walked over to see the obvious
signs of previous falls, the floor on the right-hand side being littered with rocks and dirt.

“That’s what probably woke you earlier,” said Hermione, looking up at the gap in the ceiling.
“It doesn’t look very stable up there.”

“Come on,” said Ron. “Let’s get going before the whole roof comes down.”

“I hope it doesn’t Ron,” said Margot, “or we won’t be able to get back.”

They entered the tunnel at the far side of the cavern, and saw that it was exactly like the
other, with supporting structures spaced every thirty yards or so. The tunnel angled gently
downwards, like the one before, and continued on for about half a mile before the group emerged
into another cavern, or what they initially thought was a cavern.

“This is not a cavern,” said Ginny as she looked around the square-shaped space. “It’s a
man-made room cut into the rock.”

The room was fifteen feet square and about eight feet high, and there were unmistakeable signs
of previous occupation. There was a large dust-covered stone table at the centre, supported by
square stone legs at each corner, and several niches cut into the walls around the room. There were
several jumbles of decayed wood strewn around the floor, which had probably once been chairs. There
was a smooth area on the left-hand wall, polished to a lighter colour than the rest of the walls,
which held some roughly written script similar to the writing they’d seen on the plaque
earlier.

“Can you make any of it out?” asked Margot as she walked over and held her wand closer to the
writing.

Hermione shook her head. “It’s not as organised as the writing on the plaque. It looks to be
rough notes or something – a bit like untidy handwriting.”

“This could have been some sort of meeting room,” said Harry. “Perhaps they came here to discuss
ideas or work out some problem or other or something, writing their thoughts on the wall while
others sat around the table and talked about them.”

“You may not be too far off the mark, Harry,” said Hermione, walking over to peer into one of
the niches adjacent to the polished section of wall. She reached in and pulled out an odd-looking
metallic object. It was flat, about fifteen inches long, and had gradation marks in the same
strange script along one of the sides, which terminated in a multi-faceted array of levers.

“This must be some sort of measuring instrument,” she murmured. “But I don’t know what these
levers are for.”

She replaced the instrument and brought out another metallic object. She looked at it with
complete incomprehension, turning it over in her hands and shaking her head. It was oval in shape,
about five inches long, three inches wide and two inches high. There was a hinged lid at the
centre, but when Hermione opened it, the small compartment was empty. Again, all around the sides
of the object were markings of some sort, but she couldn’t work out what they meant.

She replaced the object and turned to gaze around the room. “I think it’s something to do with
scientific research, or something similar,” she said.

“Maybe there’s more rooms through there,” said Ron, pointing to a square shaped opening in the
corner of the room, opposite the passageway they’d come from.

“This is Atlantis isn’t it?” breathed Ginny.

“I think so,” said Hermione. “Come on, let’s see what’s through that doorway.”

Harry and Hermione led the way through the square opening, and found themselves in a much larger
room. They looked around the place as they moved towards the centre, and Hermione suddenly gasped,
“It’s a laboratory of some sort.”

She pointed to the stone tables arranged around the sides of the room, and the odd metallic
structure that stood at the side of each one. At the far end of the room were a number of very
large stone vats, but they found that upon further examination, they were all empty - apart from
some traces of a very fine white powder.

“Ma-na,” exclaimed Hermione. “This must be the place where they made the Shewbread – the
mfkzt!”

She rushed over to one of the tables and peered closely at the metallic structure that stood
beside it. It was about eight feet high, with a hinged rotating arm at the top that could be
adjusted to move over the centre of the table. She looked closely at the end of the arm and saw
that there was an oval recess built into it – but it was empty.

“I think that this recess held the Philosopher’s stone,” she exclaimed, “and they used it to
transform the dried contents of those plants into the white powder stuff. This must be the place
where Thoth and the other scientists used to work!”

“What I don’t understand,” said Ginny, “is why those tables and vats are made of stone. They
were obviously an advanced culture, so why didn’t they use metal or something?”

“I think it may be to do with the properties of the Ma-na,” said Hermione. “Perhaps stone – and
it may be a particular type of stone they used – keeps it stable or something.”

“Do you think we’ll find the final spell, and whatever else we need to find, in here?” asked
Harry.

Hermione shrugged her shoulders. “It’s possible, but we’d better do a bit more exploring first.
Once we know how much of the city is still remaining, we’ll have a better idea.”

They all wandered back up the centre of the laboratory, looking towards the left-hand wall
opposite the stone tables, looking for an exit point that would take them further into the
city.

“Through here, I think,” said Margot, pointing to a huge stone door back towards the middle of
the room. “But I don’t know how we’re going to open it – it looks very heavy.”

Ron walked over and looked up at the door’s bulk. There were no handles or locks in sight, so he
reached out and tentatively gave the door a push.

“Whoa…” he exclaimed when the door swung silently away from him. “That thing’s solid, but it
seems to be as light as a feather!”

The five youngsters stepped through the doorway and suddenly stopped, looking in awe at the vast
space that was before them. It was cold; it was dark; and it was as silent as the grave. They all
raised their wands high, gazing at the cathedral-like cavern, each of them struggling to come to
terms with the majesty of the place.

They could just make out the decorated ceiling high above their heads, and the ornate walls on
either side that stretched into the distance beyond the light provided by their wands. A number of
statues still stood in the middle distance, but everywhere, there was evidence of the destruction
that had befallen Nibiru. Huge fluted columns lay on their sides all around the floor amid the
rubble of the buildings that had fallen during that terrible time so long ago. Parts of the walls
and ceiling had also crashed down, as had a number of large ornate fountains, which lay on their
sides, now devoid of the sparkling water that once flowed from them. The atmosphere – the ambiance
of the vast place – was strange, and it had a magical quality that was almost tangible.

“This must have been an amazing place,” whispered Hermione, trying to visualise what it had
looked like in its heyday.

“I know it’s all in ruins,” said Ron, “but it still managed to survive – I mean, we must be at
least two miles under the ocean, so how is this place still in tact, relatively speaking?”

They walked to their left, along the outside walls of the laboratory and past a number of other
low buildings built into the side of the cavern, until they came to the far wall. Then they turned
and walked alongside it, down the length of the cavern. They stopped after about two hundred yards
and stood looking up at a huge stone door. Harry reached out and placed his hand on the cold
marble-like stone, looking up to where it was recessed into the cavern wall some twenty feet above
his head.

“This must have been the main entrance into the place,” he said. “Out there is the main city of
Atlantis.”

“As well as the Atlantic Ocean,” said Hermione. “I think these doors saved the place from
complete destruction when Atlantis sunk beneath the sea. This facility – whatever it was – must
have been built inside cliff walls, and this door must be the only point of entry, and like that
other stone door we came through, I think it’s been specially treated with Ma-na to give it
tremendous strength, while at the same time making it as light as a feather. It must open outwards,
so it must now be held fast by the tremendous pressure of the ocean on the other side.”

Ginny shivered as she thought of the destructive power that lay only a short distance away on
the other side of the door. “What *is* this place do you think?”

“I think,” said Hermione, her voice full of reverence as her gaze roamed around the cavern,
“that this is the place that housed the Council of Science. Housed inside a large cavern, the
laboratory, the meeting room – it’s the Academy of Science.”

“The one that Thoth told us about in his book?” asked Margot. “This must be the place where he
worked on the white powder and managed to transform it into the exotic Shem-an-na.”

“This is where magic first started,” breathed Harry, his voice mirroring the reverence of
Hermione’s words.

After standing silently for several minutes, they continued on to the far side of the cavern. As
they walked on, they found that there were very few buildings left standing, only some of the
single-storey ones that were built along the sides of the cavern walls. They went into several of
these, and found that they were mainly laboratories and alchemical workrooms, most of them
seemingly related to the development and production of the white powder – the Ma-na.

They arrived at the far end of the cavern and walked along the far wall, finding more
laboratories and workrooms. “Let’s try the centre,” said Ron, pointing into the rubble that
littered the floor. “We might find something different there.”

They wove their way around the fallen jumble of masonry, heading into the central region of the
cavern, but there was little that remained in tact, just a few statues of unknown Atlanteans,
obviously of scientists venerated by the people of Nibiru, but long since forgotten by the human
race since the destruction of Atlantis.

They called a halt when they reached what they thought to be the centre of the cavern and sat
eating some of their food. Ron looked miserably at the food that remained. “There’s only enough
left for one more decent meal. We’ll be hungry by the time we get back to the others.”

“Don’t worry Ron,” said Harry, grinning. “Just think of the appetite you’ll be able to build
up.”

“You won’t find anything here, you know!” said a soft voice from behind them.

***

The five jumped up from the fallen pillar on which they sat at the sound of the voice – a voice
that was strangely familiar to them. They turned and stared wide-eyed at the ghostly form that
drifted over the ruins towards them, and then sat on the end of one of the fallen pillars.

Ginny was the first to gain control of her voice. “Draco?” she whispered. “Is that you?”

The ghost of Draco Malfoy – his Ba – looked at the pretty redhead and smiled, his smoky blue
eyes softening as he gazed at her. He nodded. “One and the same, I’m afraid.”

“But… but you’re supposed to be safely tucked away in Malfoy Manor,” she breathed.

“Oh I’m certainly tucked away at Malfoy Manor,” he replied with a wry smile. “But I’m not
*in* it, I’m six feet *under* it – or to be more precise, six feet under the garden
providing sustenance for the daisies.”

Ginny gasped as she covered her mouth with her hands and two little tears ran down her cheeks
from her watery eyes, forming two rivulets in the dust and grime that covered her face. Draco
looked at her sadly, relishing her beauty despite the dirt.

“What happened?” asked Harry.

“Voldemort killed me Potter,” he said, turning towards Harry. “He killed me with the killing
curse.”

“But why didn’t you get away when you had the chance?” asked Hermione, her eyes full of
compassion.

“If I’d known he’d kill me, perhaps I would have done. I thought that he’d just torture me for a
bit and then let me go – I don’t know what I thought would have happened after that though. I had
some hair-brained scheme to just feed him the minimum amount of information to keep him off my
back, but to warn you what I’d be telling him so you could stay safe - I don’t know.”

“But what are doing here of all places?” asked Harry.

“Now that, Potter, is the million-dollar question. When my ghost rose out of my dead body, a
being of Light spoke to me and told me I had to wander the Earth and find one more thing to do – an
act of great kindness that would be beneficial to the Light side. After that, I’d be allowed into
the Realm of Light. Then I found myself stuck in this dusty old place.”

“How long have you been here?” asked Ginny in a trembling voice.

“Since before last summer. My father took me to Voldemort just after I spoke to you.”

“But surely, your father didn’t just stand and watch as he killed you?” asked Ron.

Draco nodded. “What could he do? He gave me the chance to run away, but nobody can stand up to
Voldemort’s power. He’s out for revenge, you know and you might be able to use that snippet of
knowledge to your advantage in the future. Just as my ghost was stirring inside me as I lay on the
grass in the garden back home, I heard my father swear that he’d get Voldemort for killing me. He
might still be helping him, but I know how my father operates – he’ll wait his chance; wait for the
right moment - then he’ll act. Voldemort probably thinks he’s still his most loyal servant, but he
won’t know what hit him when the time comes.” Draco shook his head sadly. “My father can be a nasty
bugger, believe me, but he’s still my father. Even though he’s manipulated the way I think ever
since I was a little kid and tried to groom me for great things on the Dark Side, he’s still my
father.”

“I’m so sorry Draco,” said Margot. “That’s a terrible story.”

“Yes it is, my little beauty, and one that gives me great pain to tell. But that’s enough about
my sorry situation. What about you? What the devil are you five doing here?”

“Do… do you know where you are Draco?” asked Hermione.

Draco shook his head. “Apart from some old and ruined city, I haven’t got the foggiest idea. Oh
I’ve spent the last six months or so roaming around trying to find a way out of here, so I know the
place pretty well. But that’s not strictly true – for the first few months I just sat around
wallowing in self pity before I realised I had to try to do something positive, but it hasn’t got
me very far up to now. I found some passageways leading upwards and I followed them until I came to
this strange portal, but somehow I couldn’t get past the odd force field that covered the exit, so
I was forced to come back here.”

“This is Atlantis, Draco,” said Hermione. “Or to be more precise, Nibiru. It’s the place where
magic first got started, the place where wizard-kind was born.”

“You’re kidding me,” he said, a doubtfully smile on his face.

“We’re not Draco,” said Ginny, walking closer to the ghost and sitting down beside him. She had
the sudden urge to reach out and hold him close, to try to ease his pain, but she knew it was
pointless to even try – after all, he was a ghost now, and she couldn’t touch him physically. She
roughly wiped the tears from her eyes and took a deep breath.

“There’s a lot you don’t know, Draco,” she said. “About this place, why we’ve come here, the
true nature of the Gods, about the four forms of the spirit, what life’s all about. I’ll tell you
about it…”

For the next hour or so, Draco listened intently to what Ginny told him, looking in wonderment
and amazement at the things they’d experienced and learned over the course of the quests.

“So if I manage to do this one good act, I’ll be transformed into this Akh think by Thoth?”
Ginny nodded.

“Do you think that’s why I was brought here?” he asked quietly. “To help you with the final part
of your quest? Could that be the one good thing I have to do?”

Harry and Hermione glanced at each other and touched hands, sending the myriad confusion of
thoughts back and fore between their minds as they tried to work out whether Draco could, indeed,
be the sixth one. They looked with compassion at Ginny, who was gazing at Draco, her confusion
plain to see as the conflicting emotions played over her lovely features.

‘How can this be?’ thought Ginny. ‘I’ve just found Hugo, and then he was taken away from what I
though he was. Now I’ve found Draco again – but he’s a ghost! And you can’t have a ghost as a
boyfriend can you! This just isn’t fair!’

“I don’t know, Draco,” Ginny finally said, looking down at the ground.

Draco stood back up. “Well this place is starting to make a bit more sense to me now. There’s a
secret room that I found only last week over on the right-hand corner of the cavern. I found it
just by chance – there was a strange sort of emanation that I felt when I floated past some pillars
still standing against the wall. I drifted up to them and found that I could move through the bare
wall that stands between them. It’s a small room, with the portrait of an old man hanging on the
wall – that’s where the emanations were coming form – but I couldn’t find anything else there. I’ve
thought about that room ever since I found it, and I’ve been there several times since, but
although the emanations were still there, I couldn’t find a way to find out what magical spell is
causing them. Maybe the Anima Summas can do it.”

Harry walked over and stood closer to Draco, looking him squarely in the eye. “Will you show us
where this room is Draco? Will you help us?”

Draco chuckled, a low sound that wasn’t at all like the sneering chuckle he usually used when he
spoke to Harry. “Fancy me, Draco Malfoy, feeling excited at the prospect of helping Harry Potter.
Come on – follow me.”

Draco turned and drifted in the direction of the far wall of the cavern – the wall that the five
hadn’t explored. They all stood and then followed, Harry and Ron at the front with Hermione and
Margot walking at either side of Ginny, catching under her arms in a protective way as they stepped
over and around the rubble on the cavern floor.

When he reached the two pillars, Draco turned and waited for the others to catch up. He pointed
at the bare wall between the pillars. “Through here,” he said.

“Hang on a minute, Malfoy,” said Ron. “You’re a ghost, so it’s easy for you to drift through,
but we’re solid – how are we going to get in there?”

Draco glanced at Ron disdainfully, and then turned and floated between the pillars and
disappeared from sight into the secret room.

“You don’t have to remind him that he’s a ghost Ron,” said Ginny sternly. “He’s only too well
aware of that.”

“Whether I remind him about his ghostly status or not,” he replied, “it still leaves us with the
problem of how we’re going to follow him in there.”

Harry and Hermione instinctively held hands and pointed their other hands at the space between
the pillars. They closed their eyes and spoke the ancient spell.

“ITIMA PETA”

The familiar silvery-blue rays of light shot from their raised palms and met just before
combining in front of the bare wall, which shimmered for a few moments and then slowly dissolved to
reveal an arched portal leading into the secret room.

“Cool,” said Ron. “What did that spell mean?”

“Roughly, ‘Secret portal - Open for me’,” said Harry as he led the group into the small room,
where they found Draco standing at the furthest end looking up at the portrait hanging on the
wall.

“We’ve seen him before!” exclaimed Margot, as she stood looking up at the painting of the old
man.

“Of course!” exclaimed Hermione. “In the largest of those buildings we found in the Garden of
Eden. His portrait was there as well. This is Anu – the head of the Council of Science and the
leader of the Eden Civilising Project.”

“Can you feel it?” asked Margot, turning her head to the side as if listening to some dimly
perceived sound.

“Magical vibrations,” said Ginny. “Yes – I can just about pick them up.”

“Hey!” exclaimed Ron, looking around the room as if expecting to see something that hadn’t been
there before. The emanations had become much stronger as Harry and Hermione walked over to stand
directly beneath the portrait.

Suddenly, the surface of the painting seemed to shimmer, and the image of Anu started to move.
First it moved out from the landscape which formed the background of the painting and then floated
slowly down to rest on the floor immediately beneath. Then the image started to take on a more
substantial and brighter form, finally appearing as a shining being of Light – an Akh.

Everyone stared in astonishment when the Akh of Anu started to speak.

*“Greetings Anima Summas and helpers. Welcome to the once great land of Nibiru.”*

“You’re Anu, aren’t you?” asked Ginny.

Anu smiled. *“I am, compassionate one. You recognise my portrait from your visit to the Garden
of Eden.”*

“Is this the final part of the last quest?” asked Harry.

Anu nodded. *“That is so. You have reached the end of your journey. I know it has been long
and arduous, and there were times when you doubted the wisdom of those that subjected you to such
ordeals, but be certain that such a path was necessary for your development.”*

Anu looked at Draco. *“Ba of Draco Malfoy. You now know why you were brought here. You are the
fourth helper to the Anima Summas; the sixth member of the team and your presence is needed in the
struggle ahead. Remain with these others until you have fulfilled your task and gained the right to
join the Shining Ones in the Realm of Light.”*

“But what am I supposed to do?” asked Draco. “I’m a ghost – a Ba – and since I have no physical
form, how can I help in the fight against the Dark Side?”

*“That will become clear when the time arrives,”* said Anu, smiling at the ghost
enigmatically.

“Thoth – Enki – told us that you have one final spell to give us,” said Hermione.

*“Quite so, one of intellect,”* he replied. *“Ah Enki – he was like a son to me when we
were together here and in Eden. I had great hopes for him when he first joined us at the Academy,
and he has fulfilled all the early promise that he showed back in those far-off days. He has grown
to become the best friend that humanity will ever have, and to Wizard-kind in particular. I see in
your minds that you have come to respect him greatly, and I am well pleased.”*

He raised both arms and pointed his palms towards Harry and Hermione, staring at them with love
and friendship before closing his eyes. Brilliant white beams shot from both his palms, one
striking Harry and the other Hermione, and then covering their heads in a soft glow for a moment or
two, after which it faded to nothing.

*“You now have the final spell, Anima Summas,”* he said gently*. “And your awareness of
the spells given to you by another Shining One, after your ordeal in the labyrinth, has been
amplified. Use them with compassion and wisdom, qualities that you have come to know during your
long voyage.”*

The pair glanced at each other and touched, sharing their thoughts and newfound awareness of the
knowledge that had been awakened.

Hermione looked back towards Anu. “We thank you, Anu. But the final spell you gave us – we know
the words but not what they mean. What does the new spell do?”

Anu smiled. *“You will find out in due course. For now, it is sufficient for me to tell you
that it must be used only in the most dreadful of times. When all else fails, invoke the spell, but
be aware that its power will drain your energies greatly, and you will need to recharge yourselves
before you are able to use it again to its fullest extent. Now I must return to the Light. My
visit, which was triggered by your presence in my chamber, can only be for a fleeting moment. My
task is done, but your greatest task is before you. Enter that task in the knowledge that you have
the Light on your side, and that you are now well prepared. Farewell, Children of Light.”*

Anu slowly faded until he was no more. His image was once again on the portrait, but the magical
emanations had now disappeared. The six stared at each other, feeling privileged to have seen and
spoken to the Akh of a once-great wizard – the father of all wizards.

“How do you feel?” asked Ron, looking at Harry and Hermione.

“The same as before,” said Harry. “We’re aware of all the ancient spells that Jesus gave us and
we know what they’ll do, but that final spell – that’s weird.”

“We’d better get back,” said Hermione. “Poor old Hugo must be wondering where we’ve got to, not
to mention Sirius and the others.”

“Who’s Hugo?” asked Draco.

“He’s a local boy,” said Ron, smirking, “from the island of Flores. Ginny fancies him, like
mad.”

Ginny shot her brother a dark look and glanced at Draco, who had just drifted out of the secret
room, any reaction stemming from Ron’s revelation remaining hidden. The five followed the ghost
into the main cavern and found him sitting on a fallen pillar just outside.

“You’d better lead the way,” he said.

Harry and Hermione took the lead as they walked back across the cavern to the laboratory where
they’d first entered the Academy and then through to the passageway beyond the meeting room.

“This is the way I went when I tried to get out of here,” said Draco. “There’ll be a force field
barring our exit up ahead somewhere.”

“We know, Malfoy,” said Ron. “But it didn’t stop us getting in, only you getting out.”

“What was that Weasley?” he asked at the sound of Ron muttering under his breath.

Ginny headed off the inevitable confrontation. “It probably kept you here until we arrived
Draco. You had to join up with us before it allows you to go through.”

It was almost one and a half hours later that the group entered the cavern where the water chute
spilled into the deep rock pool, the sound of the waterfall getting louder as they approached the
far end.

“Now we’re buggered!” exclaimed Ron, looking with trepidation at the waterspout. “How are we
going to get back up that?”

“You can swim against the tide if you want Weasley,” said Draco, drifting over to the right-hand
side of the waterfall. “But I’m going up the stairs like I did the last time I came this way.”

“What!” exclaimed Hermione, looking at Harry darkly. “See what I meant about leaping before you
look Harry?”

Harry looked sheepishly after his girlfriend as she stormed up the stairs in the wake of Draco’s
ghost, but then grinned at the sound of sniggers coming from the other three behind him. At the top
of the stone stairs, which zigzagged up inside the rock wall, Draco drifted through the rock wall,
but the others were left to find the way out, which happened to be a narrow cleft in the passageway
some twenty yards back from the start of the water chute.

“We’d never have found that entrance!” said Harry, defiantly gazing into Hermione’s eyes.

“Humph!” was all she said as she followed Draco back up the passage.

“What’s this Granger,” said Draco as he turned to face her. “Trouble in paradise?”

“Of course not Draco,” she replied. “Just a very minor difference of opinion on tactics, that’s
all.”

Draco grinned and drifted on up the passageway. Before long, they came to the portal that was
protected by the force field. “This is as far as I got,” said Draco, looking at the portal with
distaste. Ginny walked up to stand beside him and peered through the exit but Hugo wasn’t anywhere
in sight.

Harry stepped up and held his breath as he stepped through the doorway into the large cavern
beyond. “It’s ok,” he said, grinning as he turned back. “I couldn’t feel anything – I think the
force field’s been lifted.”

The other four stepped through and waited for Draco, who still looked a bit hesitant. Then his
face set in determination and he drifted through. He smiled with relief as he joined his new found
companions, and then turned as he heard a shout from deep within the cavern.

“Ginny!” shouted Hugo as he ran up to greet the grinning girl and the others, but he pulled up
short when he saw the ghost.

“Who are what is that!” he exclaimed, pointing at Draco.

“He’s the ghost of one of our school friends,” said Hermione. “We met him in Atlantis.”

“Friends?” whispered an incredulous Ron, staring at Hermione as if she’d suddenly gone mad.

“You must be Hugo,” said Draco, drifting up and circling the staring boy. “Weasley tells me that
Ginny likes you. Do you like her as well?”

“I… I…” stuttered Hugo, lost for words.

“Don’t pay him any attention Hugo,” said Ron, catching Hugo by the arm and dragging him back
into the cavern. “He wasn’t very nice when he was alive, and it doesn’t look as if he’s changed all
that much since he died.”

“Habit of a lifetime Weasley,” said Draco, grinning wryly.

They walked across the canyon and climbed up along the rock ledge to the tunnel above, where
they decided to stop to eat the rest of their food.

Ron couldn’t resist getting in a dig at Draco. “Want some Malfoy? Oh I forgot - you’ve lost your
appetite haven’t you!”

Draco scowled and Ginny slapped Ron’s arm. “Stop teasing him Ron. How would you like it if you
suddenly found that you didn’t need to eat.”

“Sorry,” whispered Ron as he contemplated a fate just as bad as death.

After telling Hugo what they’d found in Atlantis, and explaining that Draco was the sixth member
of the team, they continued on up the tunnel, both Hugo and Draco remaining strangely silent, and
Ginny glancing first at one then the other hoping that world war three wouldn’t break out.

Eventually, they reached the huge magma tube where Draco stood looking up at the dizzy heights
above. He spoke for the first time in a long while, “Well I know how I’m getting up there, but
unless you lot suddenly sprout wings, I think you’re stuck!”

Harry grinned, closed his eyes, and transformed into his animagus eagle. “You’re full of
surprises Potter,” said Draco, looking wide-eyed at the eagle. Harry just screeched an eagle
laugh.

“You’d better take me up first Harry,” said Ron. “I’ll wedge myself in that chimney and help the
others when they climb off your back.”

Harry nodded and bent his legs for Ron to climb onto his back. Then he kicked powerfully off
from the ground and flapped his wings as he rose rapidly up into the magma tube. It took him only a
minute or so to reach the top, where he hovered while Ron climbed up into the chimney. He waited
until Ron gave the thumbs-up, and then flew back down to where the others were waiting.

Hermione and Margot were the next to be taken up to the top, where Ron carefully helped them to
get off Harry’s back and to scramble around him to the comparative safety above, where there were a
lot more footholds.

Draco had steadfastly resolved to remain with Ginny and Hugo until Harry came back down to
collect the last pair. Ginny felt uncomfortable as Hugo and Draco stared at each other, and was
glad when Harry appeared out of the gloom above their heads. As they climbed for the last time,
Draco drifted alongside Harry.

“This is fun Potter,” he said. “You should have told me about this when we were back at school –
we’d have had a great time.”

The eagle gave Draco a piercing look, and then slowed as he neared the roof. Ron helped Ginny
and Hugo into the chimney without incident and then looked at Harry with concern, wondering how
he’d be able to transform without falling back to the floor of the magma tube. He thought
furiously, then turned and told Hugo to grab hold of his waist, while he stretched down with one
hand to take a precarious hold onto the end of the eagle’s slowly flapping right wing. Ron braced
himself, wedging himself tightly into the chimney and then nodded at Harry.

The eagle closed his eyes and transformed. As he did so, Ron reached down with his free hand and
grabbed hold of Harry’s left hand. Ron cried out as he took Harry’s full weight on his arms, and
was grateful that Hugo’s grip on his waist was sure and strong. Harry stared up at his friend as he
dangled beneath him, and couldn’t help but grin at their unusual situation. He realised, of course,
that if he and/or Ron fell, he’d be able to quickly transform back to his eagle form and prevent a
disaster.

“Harry!” Ron shouted when he saw the grin. “Have you gone completely bloody bonkers? Come on – I
don’t know how long I can hold you like this!”

With a mighty effort, and aided by Hugo, who was himself being supported by Ginny, Ron leaned
back up into the chimney, his face showing the strain he was under, lifting Harry up into the
bottom few feet of the chimney to a place where his friend could grab hold of a jutting piece of
rock. As the weight eased, Ron reached down and grabbed Harry by his trouser belt and helped him
climb further into the chimney.

“Thanks Ron,” said Harry, as he finally stood safely wedged in the chimney just below his
friend. “I wondered how I was going to get back in here.”

***

It was another hour and a half before the group finally approached the large gallery where
Sirius and the others were waiting. Harry glanced at his watch and was surprised to see that it was
almost eleven o’clock at night. He led them into the gallery and spotted the protectors sitting by
the large rock pool at the centre.

“We’re back!” shouted Ron, grinning as the startled adults jumped up and started running towards
them. Katie was the first to arrive, and once more hugged Harry, but then stepped back as she
spotted the ghost.

“Draco Malfoy?” she whispered.

“What!” shouted Sirius as he saw Draco drift into the cavern. “How the hell did you get
here?”

“It’s a long story,” said Draco, grinning as he saw the startled, confused, incredulous and
finally sad looks on the adults’ faces.

Remus was the first to recover from the shock. “You lot must be hungry. We kept some food for
you – come on, you can tell us all about it while you eat.”

It was midnight before the meal and the story were finished, and they decided to get some sleep
before they started back up to the surface. They all felt tired after the arduous trek up from
Atlantis, and the youngsters soon fell asleep – with the exception of Ginny. However much she
tried, she found it impossible to get to sleep; the confused thoughts about Draco and Hugo running
around inside her head just wouldn’t let up as she tossed and turned on the comfortable cushion
provided by Professor Flitwick.

Draco, of course, didn’t need to sleep and he drifted over to sit beside the girl, looking down
at her beautiful features with a wistful smile on his face. “Ginny?” he whispered. Ginny opened her
eyes and looked up into the smoky blue eyes of the ghost.

“I could see you tossing and turning – something bothering you?”

Ginny smiled sadly at Draco, but didn’t answer.

“Hugo – do you… like him?”

Ginny frowned, wondering how Draco had known what she was struggling with, and nodded silently.
‘I think,’ she muttered under her breath, but Draco didn’t hear.

“Look,” he said, “if Hugo’s the one you want, then it’s ok by me. I just hope that he feels the
same way about you as you feel for him. All I want is for you to be happy.”

Ginny brushed a tear from the side of her eye as she stared at Draco, but remained silent.

“Before I go… go up into the Light, I want you to know something. It… it was you that turned me
from the ways of the Dark Side. It wasn’t anything that you did particularly – it’s just the way…
the way you are. The way you treat life; your spirit; the way you always seem to think of the well
being of other people. And it was the way you and your friends always seemed to have this special
thing when you’re together… love; respect; and something that I find difficult to describe – a
special sort of quality – one that I could never have with my friends. I know it’s far too late to
tell you this, and I don’t really know why you’re bothering to listen to me – after all, I’m only a
ghost. But what I came to think; what I came to feel… about you… was love, Ginny.”

Draco dropped his head and stared at the ground, so he didn’t see the tears that were streaming
unchecked down Ginny’s face. He was glad that he’d finally told her how he felt, and he hoped that
she wouldn’t laugh at him, but his only concern now was for her future happiness – even though he
knew that it couldn’t be with him.

With a great effort, Ginny closed her eyes and waited for Draco to drift away from her once
more. She turned her face into the cushion and cried silently – until her tortured mind at last
found the sanctuary of sleep.

***

Ginny was once more in tears the following morning. They’d all returned to the island of Flores,
and said their farewells to Simao and his family, declining the offer of food – they wanted to get
back to Craig Cerrig-Gleisiad as soon as they could to plan their next moves.

The group stood holding the Portkey while Hugo stood a little way apart from them, holding
Ginny’s hand and speaking to her softly, “Will I see you again?” he asked. “When this is all over,
I’d like you to come back to the island, where we can spent some time together in less… trying
circumstances.” He glanced towards Draco, who stood with the others holding the Portkey.

“I’d like that, I think,” said Ginny softly, wiping away a tear that rolled down her cheek. She
reached up and kissed the boy on the cheek, and then turned away and joined the rest of her group.
A minute later, they disappeared from sight. Hugo sighed deeply and then walked slowly back down
the hill to the farmhouse.

“Ah good,” said Sirius as the group materialised at the cold and snowy hanging valley. “You’re
still with us Draco. I wasn’t sure whether a ghost could travel by Portkey.”

“So now you know,” he said, drifting along beside the group as they trudged through the snow up
to the main tent.

Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape looked up as they all walked in, and stared in astonishment
when they saw Draco. Snape stood up and walked slowly over to the ghost. “So it’s true. They killed
you.” He turned and slapped the side of his leg in anguish.

“Why are you still here – on Earth, Draco?” asked Dumbledore softly, looking at Draco with
compassion.

“He’s the sixth member of our team Professor,” said Harry. “He has to help us before he can get
to the Light.”

Dumbledore nodded in understanding and whispered, “It’s all in the scheme of things.”

After Hermione related the story once more for the benefit of the three professors, Professor
Dumbledore got up from his chair and walked slowly over to the youngsters. He looked at each of
them in turn, his eyes misty, although they still held their sparkle. “You have completed your
tasks. I… and everyone else here are very proud of what you have achieved.”

Harry stared at the headmaster, who dropped his eyes to stare at the floor for a few moments.
Harry could see that a great weight had been lifted from the great wizard, and he watched as the
emotions played over his wrinkled face. Then Dumbledore sighed and looked back up at Harry and
Hermione. “Do you have any idea what your next moves will be?”

Harry glanced at Hermione. “We thought that you’d be able to help us with that Professor.”

“How confident do you feel with your powers?” he asked.

“Quite confident Professor,” answered Hermione. “Since we’ve become more aware of those spells
that were dormant in our minds, we think that we can handle most things that will come our
way.”

“Do you feel confident enough to tackle Voldemort?”

“Yes!” exclaimed Harry. “And the sooner the better.”

“The power he wields in the Disc of Gates is very strong,” said Dumbledore quietly. “Are you
sure you can face that?”

“We don’t know,” said Hermione, “but I’ve been puzzling about the final spell we were given. Anu
said that we should only use it when everything else fails, so I think that perhaps it must
generate the strongest possible power that we have within us. Maybe that’s what will defeat the
power of the Disc of Gates.”

“Perhaps so,” said Dumbledore. “Now getting back to that spell that you read about in the Book
of Thoth back last year – the one that will tell you how to get to the Forces of Dark – how do you
think that spell can be best used? The one thing that worries me is that you can Zapparate to
wherever you detect them. Unless the protectors can Apparate there with you, you may find
yourselves too exposed. For instance, if Voldemort and a force of his Death Eaters are there,
you’ll have your hands full with Voldemort – you won’t want to worry about a load of Death Eaters
as well. Do you see what I’m getting at?”

“Yes Professor,” said Harry, “but we haven’t used the spell yet, so we don’t know whether we’ll
get co-ordinates that we can tell the protectors about or not. We may just be able to only
Zapparate to a place about which we have no knowledge whatsoever.”

“I agree,” said Dumbledore. “So I wouldn’t want you to take the risk of getting into anything
too risky until you’re more sure about what you can do with your powers. I’ve thought a lot about
it ever since you told us about the spell, so I’ve made sure that we can do something to help. I’ve
enlisted the help of Fred and George, and they’ve made a number of special Portkeys to my
specifications.”

He opened a drawer and placed several objects on the desk. “These little devices are not
time-activated. They become active whenever you say the spell ‘ADIGO CLAVIS’. The spell activates
the related Portkey at the other end of the chain – the one that Sirius will be carrying with him
at all times. Now obviously, to avoid getting them mixed up, you must each carry only one related
set of Portkeys at any given time.”

“But Professor,” said Harry dubiously. “I already have the ‘Find Me’ stone that Sirius gave me.
I can activate that to summon help.”

Dumbledore smiled. “That’s true, Harry. But that stone has a limited range – it won’t work if,
for instance, you Zapparate to America. And let’s face it, you probably won’t be able to determine
exactly where you materialise, especially if you need to summon help the instant you get
there.”

Harry nodded. “I hadn’t really given much thought to where we’re likely to Zapparate. The new
Portkey option should cover every eventuality.”

“That’s great, Professor,” said Hermione, smiling at Sirius, who nodded.

“When can we try them out?” asked Harry, impatient to begin a more active involvement in the
struggle.

“We have until 11 o’clock tomorrow morning,” said Dumbledore grimly. “The deadline set by
Voldemort runs out then and he’s threatened to destroy the Ministry of Magic offices if he doesn’t
get his answer by that time.”

“We’ll go after lunch then,” said Harry, looking at Hermione, who nodded.

“Do you think you can… Zapparate… me as well?” asked Draco. “I might be able to provide some
distraction while you set the Portkey and wait for the rest to arrive.”

“We’ve done it with Ron and Ginny,” said Hermione, “and you’ve Apparated with Charlie when we
returned to Flores from Corvo, so I don’t see why not.”

After the meeting, the five youngsters went to the library tent - this time to talk and not to
read - while Draco drifted around the valley to get a feel for the place. They sat around the table
just staring for a few moments before Ron raised the problem that had been plaguing him ever since
they’d met up with Draco.

“Can we trust him?” he asked.

“Of course we can!” exclaimed Ginny. “He’s not the Draco Malfoy we all hated back at Hogwarts –
he’s changed.”

“How do you know that!” exclaimed Ron. “It might be a front that he’s putting up to get close to
us.”

“Because… because I do. If you heard how he spoke to me the other night, you wouldn’t have any
doubts about him.”

“And don’t forget,” said Margot, “he was killed by ‘You Know Who’. That doesn’t exactly make
them the best of friends does it?”

“And not only that,” added Hermione, “if Anu and the Light side have accepted him as genuine,
who are we to argue?”

Ron glanced at Margot and Hermione, but then turned his attention back to his sister. “How did
he speak to you? What did he say?”

“That’s none of your business Ron!” she exclaimed. “But he’s changed.”

Ron looked at his sister suspiciously. “He… he doesn’t fancy you does he Ginny? Come on! He’s a
bloody ghost!”

Ginny looked fixedly down at the desk but didn’t reply.

“He does, doesn’t he – you wait till I get hold of him!”

“Uh, you might find that a bit difficult to do Ron,” said Harry, looking worriedly towards
Ginny. “A ghost hasn’t got any physical substance for you to bash.”

Ron grunted with frustration, then sat bolt upright in his seat, gazing at the top of his
sister’s head. “Oh no – you fancy him as well don’t you! I don’t believe this, Ginny. You know that
nothing can come of it!”

Ginny sat up once more, her eyes wet, but blazing. “I bloody well know that Ron! You don’t have
to tell me!”

She stood up quickly, sending her chair crashing to the floor, and ran out of the tent.

Hermione and Margot looked at each other worriedly and got up to follow their friend. Hermione
turned back when she got to the tent flap and hissed at Ron, “Now look what you’ve done! You can be
so insensitive on times Ron!” Then she rushed out after Margot.

“What did I do?” asked Ron, turning towards Harry, his face the picture of innocence. “I though
that she fancied Hugo.”

“I think you’ve just hit on a raw spot Ron,” said Harry. “Hermione and I talked about this back
at about the time Draco disappeared, and we both felt that Ginny was starting to get feelings for
him. And meeting him once more has brought those feelings back to the surface. But now it’s a lot
worse for her, isn’t it?”

“Because he’s a ghost,” said Ron, shaking his head slowly. “This is a mess! Why didn’t you tell
me about this before Harry?”

“Because I knew how you’d react, and the last thing Ginny wanted back then was a grilling from
you, or anybody else if it comes to that. She seemed to get over it quite quickly, and then when
she met Hugo…”

Ron sighed and looked worried. “Bloody Malfoy!” he whispered.

“You don’t actually think that he’s still working for Voldemort do you?” asked Harry.

Ron shook his head. “No – but it’s hard to think of him as one of the team after all the grief
he gave us at Hogwarts. Ginny’s right when she says he’s changed – I can see that for myself - but
it still doesn’t make it any easier.”

Ron brooded for a few minutes and then sighed, glancing at Harry. “But getting back to ‘You Know
Who’ – are you and Hermione ready to face him?”

“I think so Ron – but there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?”

***

The six stood outside the main tent after lunch, together with the protectors, Dumbledore, his
advisors and Fred and George and their team. The Headmaster handed Harry one of the special
Portkeys and then gave its twin to Sirius, although Sirius’ Portkey was a lot larger to enable
everyone to grasp it when Harry or Hermione activated it.

“Are you sure you’re ready to do this?” asked Sirius, his face full of concern. They’d come up
against Death Eaters in the field several times before when they’d been ambushed, but this was
different – the Anima Summas were actively trying to ambush Death Eaters, and conflict was
inevitable.

They’d all earlier decided that because it would be their first attempt to find the Dark Side,
they wouldn’t try to get to Voldemort – they’d try to locate an active band of Death Eaters who
were on, or about to go on, a raid.

Harry and Hermione both nodded; then they faced each other and joined hands. Draco drifted
towards them and reached out his ghostly hands to touch them.

Sirius nodded and the rest of the protectors, together with Ron, Margot and Ginny, grasped the
Portkey, ready to be transported into a place of danger. They’d all earlier activated their
Relocators, so they were reasonably happy that they’d make a safe landing.

The Anima Summas closed their eyes and thought of the spell that Thoth had drawn their attention
to and spoke it together.

“NADU GUG DUGA IM AMELNAKRU”

They both shimmered for several moments, and then they were gone – and so had Draco.



9. The Nephilim
---------------

Chapter 9 The Nephilim

Harry and Hermione instinctively crouched low to the ground as they materialised in the middle
of a dark wooded area. They could hear the sound of twigs crunching under feet not too far away,
but the conifers obscured their vision. Draco drifted high above them and looked around.

Then he moved back down and whispered, “There’s a group of about fifty Death Eaters walking
along a path just the other side of those trees, and they’re headed towards a village not more that
half a mile away, just beyond the wood. Have you set the Portkey yet?”

Harry shook his head. “I don’t think there’s any need to drag the others into this. I think we
can handle it.”

“Draco,” said Hermione. “Will you position yourself just inside the wood and distract them?”

“But don’t get too close to them,” said Harry. “We don’t want you to get caught up in the
spell.”

Draco nodded and moved quickly to his right, drifting around the tall fir trees towards the edge
of the wood. Harry and Hermione cautiously walked over and peeked out between the dense branches,
and then waited for a few moments while the last of the line of Death Eaters moved out of sight
along the winding path. Then they stepped out from behind their cover and followed slowly behind,
waiting for the sound of startled voices before they made their move.

Draco grinned with anticipation as he waited for the first of the Death Eaters to appear in the
small clearing, just inside the line of trees that marked the edge of the wood. He sat on a rotting
tree stump and thought about what he could do to make sure that he held the full attention of the
black-cloaked figures while his new companions did their stuff. He thought of several things, but
rejected the more outlandish ones, finally settling on something that made him chuckle quietly to
himself.

Then, as he heard the sound of a vehemently uttered curse as one of the men stumbled over a
fallen branch, he drifted over to a lone hawthorn tree, devoid of leaves and standing forlornly at
the far end of the clearing. He moved along one of the branches that stretched out over the path,
dangled upside down so that his head was no more than three feet above the ground, and waited.

The three Death Eaters at the head of the column didn’t notice the dangling ghost until they
were almost upon him. Then they all spotted him at the same time and stopped dead in their tracks,
and started walking quickly backwards away from the apparition. Foul language filled the air as the
ones coming behind bumped into the startled three, and soon, all fifty men were clustered at one
side of the clearing, staring wide-eyed at the grinning Draco at the other end.

“What the hell…” said one of the Death Eaters, who was the first to recover, and pulled his wand
from his black robes and sent a curse towards the ghost.

“That tickled,” shouted Draco as the beam flew harmlessly through his wispy form. “But that
wasn’t very nice was it?”

“Who the hell are you?” asked one of the men. “You look a bit like Lucius Malfoy!”

“Uh… this is no time to think about my father,” said Draco, pointing behind the men. “You should
be thinking about those two behind you!”

They all spun around, just in time to hear the spell issued by the Anima Summas.

*“SUQALLULU ADDANU.”*

A bright silvery-blue beam shot from their outstretched palms and surrounded the Death Eaters in
a silvery haze. Then Harry and Hermione dropped their hands and walked around the black-cloaked
group towards Draco, who drifted over and inspected their handiwork.

“What was that?” he said, looking at the men, frozen in various poses.

“We’ve used that spell before,” said Harry. “It encloses them in a suspended bubble of time,
where they’ll stay until we free them.”

“With a team of Aurors in attendance of course,” said Hermione.

“Cool,” breathed Draco.

Hermione reached into her robes, pulled out a parchment and quill and started writing on it.
“What are you doing?” asked Harry, looking over her shoulder.

“Well, if we’re going to be doing a lot of this sort of thing, we’d better make a note of where
they all are,” she replied. “And when it’s all over, we can spend some time with the ministry
Aurors while they take them into custody.”

“Where are we anyway?” asked Draco.

“Glenbinchry,” said Harry immediately, then stared at Hermione in confusion. “How did I know
that?”

Hermione grinned. “I don’t know. But I knew it too. It must be a side effect of the locating
spell we used – it must put the name and precise location of the place we Zapparate to in our
heads, somehow.”

“It’s in Scotland isn’t it?” asked Draco.

Hermione nodded. “Only a few miles from Hogsmeade.”

“How are we going to get back to Wales?” asked the ghost.

Harry grinned. “Grab hold of us again.” Harry and Hermione joined hands and closed their eyes,
concentrating on their base at Craig Cerrig-Gleisiad. The next instant, all was quiet once more in
the little clearing, the shouts from the wide-open mouths of some of the Death Eaters frozen in an
intangible moment of suspended time.

When they materialised back at the valley, the scene was almost the same as when they’d left
only ten minutes or so previously. The protectors and their three friends still stood holding the
Portkey, and Professor Dumbledore and the others still stood to one side.

“Where the hell have you been?” shouted Sirius. “We’ve been waiting here for ages!”

“Sorry about that,” said Harry. “There were only fifty of them, and we were hidden from sight
behind a load of tall trees.”

“If we’d brought you there,” added Hermione, “they’d most probably have heard you if you’d
started walking about in all the dead undergrowth and we’d have lost our element of surprise.”

“Well it’s nice to know that we’re not needed!” exclaimed Ron sullenly.

“Of course you’re needed Ron,” said Hermione gently, “it’s just that… well, we won’t know
whether we can handle things on our own until we get there.”

“And it’s pointless dragging you all into danger if it’s not really necessary,” added Harry.

“Well next time you go,” said Ron, “it might be a good idea to bring some chairs outside – at
least we can wait in comfort.”

Everyone chuckled, and then Dumbledore stepped forward. “You’d better tell us what
happened.”

After Hermione had explained everything, she held up the parchment. “So I thought it would be a
good idea if we kept a record of where all the bubbles of suspended time are.”

“I’d better get onto Fudge,” said the headmaster. “He’s going to be delighted now that we’ve
started to go on the offensive, and he’ll probably want to send some people to Scotland to put some
wards around that bubble, just in case any Muggles get curious if they stumble across it.”

“What about informing the magical community, Headmaster?” asked McGonagall. “On the one hand,
it’ll give them a lot of hope and encouragement if they know what’s happening, but do we want ‘You
Know Who’ to find out about it?”

“I think that’s a very good idea, Minerva,” he replied with a twinkle in his eye. “It’ll give
him something to think about! I’ll speak to Fudge about it – I’m sure he’ll want Rita Skeeter to
make a big splash in the Daily Prophet.”

“If you hold off speaking to him just yet,” said Harry. “We might be able to give him something
a little bit more positive.” He turned and gazed at Hermione, holding out his hand and sending his
thoughts to her. She frowned, but then nodded her head.

“We’d like to try to get to Voldemort,” he said. “Now!”

“Are you sure about this Harry?” asked Dumbledore. Harry nodded.

“I don’t care what you find when you get there,” said Sirius. “Set that Portkey as soon as you
arrive! Do you understand? I’m sure you’ll get the time to do it if Draco distracts him.”

“We promise Sirius,” said Hermione.

Again, they grabbed hold of the Portkey as Draco drifted up to touch the pair as they
concentrated on getting to Voldemort.

“NADU GUG DUGA IM VOLDEMORT”

Everyone watched as the three shimmered, but gasped when they didn’t disappear.

“What’s the matter!” exclaimed Remus.

Harry and Hermione shook their heads slowly and tried once more.

“NADU GUG DUGA IM VOLDEMORT”

Again, they just shimmered but remained in the valley.

“What’s going on?” asked Ceri.

“I don’t know,” said Hermione, shaking her head. “There’s something that seems to be stopping
us.”

“Perhaps you’re not meant to confront him yet,” said Ginny.

Dumbledore stroked his beard, deep in thought, and nodded. “It’s quite likely that the time is
not yet right for the final conflict. Think about it – there are thousands and thousands of Death
Eaters in the world. Most of the active cells are in this country and America, and if you were to
dispose of Voldemort now, they’d just go into hiding for a while until they found a new leader.
Then, after several months, or a year at the most, they’d once more begin their campaign of terror.
It might well be that you’ve got to confine most of them first, before you meet Voldemort, so that
their power base will be broken for a long time to come.”

Harry nodded. “That makes a lot of sense, I suppose Professor. So the sooner we round up more of
the Dark Side, the sooner we’ll get to Voldemort.”

“Before you go whizzing off again,” said the headmaster, turning to go to the tent that held the
Floo Chimney, “I’ll get in touch with Fudge. The deadline is going to run out within the next few
hours, so he might want to relocate the ministry here, and I’m sure he’ll want to get in touch with
Branson at the American Magical Congress to put him in the picture about you two.”

He returned after about fifteen minutes. “They’ll start arriving within the hour. Fudge didn’t
really want to abandon his offices but he could see the sense of keeping out of sight for the
moment. He was very pleased when I told him about your little foray, by the way. And he’ll be
speaking to Rita Skeeter before he leaves the ministry. It seems that Branson is going to move his
offices to some secluded place as well.”

“So they won’t be giving in to ‘You Know Who’s demands then?” asked Ceri.

“No one had any intention of giving in to him,” replied Dumbledore. “I think we’d all rather
fight and risk death than submit to the horror of his rule.”

“Ready to go on the next trip Draco?” asked Hermione.

He nodded and drifted over to the pair as Harry and Hermione once more closed their eyes and
concentrated.

*“NADU GUG DUGA IM AMELNAKRU”*

Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick, the twins and their team watched as Harry, Hermione and
Draco first shimmered and then disappeared. They were followed shortly afterwards by the rest of
the group as the Portkey was activated.

They found themselves at the top of a rocky knoll, overlooking a large field of parched grass.
The field was covered by several rows of tents, and the place was a hive of activity with a number
of groups of black-cloaked figures walking along the lines of tents. Beyond the field was a wooded
area, and the group, who now lay on the ground at the edge of the hill as they surveyed the scene
below, could clearly hear the sounds of curses and spells.

“We must be somewhere in the southern United States,” whispered Ceri. “It’s obvious we aren’t
anywhere in the U.K. from the rise in temperature.”

“I think this must be one of the Death Eater training camps,” said Oliver. “It’s not unlike Camp
Merlin.”

“How many of them do you recon there are?” asked Charlie.

“Judging by the number of tents,” said Katie, “there must be a couple of hundred at least.”

“How do you want to play this?” Sirius asked Harry and Hermione.

“Well they’re too scattered to use the time bubble spell – we’ll have to try to get them closer
together in a more confined space first.”

“Perhaps we should have brought a few sheepdogs along with us,” grinned Ron.

Hermione didn’t laugh as she stared at Ron, deep in thought. “That’s not a bad idea Ron.”

“What?” he replied. “That was supposed to be a joke, you know.”

“If you wait here until Harry and me get around behind that wooded area, we can start the
round-up.”

“When you see a load of Death Eaters start to walk out of the woods,” continued Harry, “lay down
some fire to distract all those others down on the field. Then we’ll herd them all up into the
middle of the field where we can confine them in a time bubble.”

“What about me?” asked Draco.

“You can sit this one out,” said Harry, as he and Hermione crept to the back of the hill. “Just
enjoy the scenery.”

Harry and Hermione scrambled down the back side of the hill and moved swiftly around the
outskirts of the camp, keeping low to the ground, heading towards the training area inside the
woods. They approached a large clearing and watched in amazement as a number of groups of Death
Eaters attacked several low buildings, using stealth to approach and then bursting inside to throw
spells and curses.

“That must be a mock-up of the American Magical Congress buildings,” whispered Hermione, “or
something similar.”

They waited until all the Death Eaters were inside the flimsy structures and then stood up
straight, holding hands and pointing their palms at the buildings. Before they could say the spell,
they heard a shout at their right-hand side and saw a large black-cloaked figure running towards
them, shouting at the top of his voice in a hysterical manner, and pointing his wand at them.

The pair adjusted their aim and shouted, *“NAHU DUGU ISTEN.”*

The silver beam of light hit the Death Eater, who stopped in his tracks, dropped his hands to
his sides, and just stared blankly at the pair. Then Harry and Hermione pointed their palms once
more at the buildings.

“ALKA.”

After a few moments, the Death Eaters walked out of the buildings, they eyes blank and staring,
and moved slowly over to the solitary man that had earlier been calmed and subdued. Harry spoke
once more, this time in English, “Walk out of the woods into the middle of the camping area.”

The Death Eaters turned and started to slowly walk in the direction of the field. Harry and
Hermione moved swiftly around to the right and waited at the edge of the wood.

As the line of zombie-like figures emerged from the wood, the air crackled with magic as the
group at the top of the hill started hurling spells into the field below. Amid loud shouts, and a
jumble of confusion, a lot more Death Eaters, some of them scantily attired, emerged from the tents
and sought whatever cover they could behind several rocky outcrops surrounding the bottom of the
hill. After waiting to make sure that there were no more still inside the tents, Harry and Hermione
crept up behind a group of about forty on the right-hand side of the hill and used the same spell
as they had earlier, causing them to just stand and stare blankly.

The group of thirty Death Eaters immediately to their left looked around to see what had caused
their colleagues to behave in such a strange manner, but soon turned their attention to the top of
the hill when their position was hit once more by a load of spells.

*“ALKA.”* The pair shouted once more, covering the thirty hapless figures in silvery light.
They, too, stood and stared.

After another five minutes, the job had been completed, and seven groups of Death Eaters,
including the one that had walked out of the woods to the centre of the field, just stood, staring
blankly at nothing in particular. Hermione shouted at each of the groups, compelling them to walk
to the centre of the field to join their colleagues, and soon there were more than two hundred
figures quietly standing together at the centre of the field.

Amazing!” exclaimed Remus as he led the group down the hill.

“There’s some ugly looking buggers amongst that lot!” cracked Ron, as he slowly circled the
subdued Death Eaters.

“You’d better stand back Ron,” said Hermione, as she and Harry raised their hands, ready to say
the spell that would confine the group in a time warp ready for later retrieval.

Ron moved quickly out of the way to stand besides Margot as the silvery haze settled over the
staring hoard.

Hermione made another entry on a fresh piece of parchment, bearing the heading ‘America’, and
then Zapparated back to Wales with Harry, while the rest climbed the hill once more to take the
route back via the Portkey.

***

Voldemort hissed with frustration as he flung a copy of the Daily Prophet onto the floor of his
cave. For the fifth day running, the lead story had been about how the Anima Summas had overcome
yet another group of his Dark Forces.

He’d fulfilled his threat to destroy the ministry of magic buildings in London and the magical
congress buildings in America, but had gleaned scant satisfaction from the deeds, obliterating
empty buildings wasn’t the most productive of targets on which to demonstrate the power of the Disc
of Gates.

“Wormtail!” he roared, bringing him scampering into the cave. “Any news from America yet?”

Wormtail shook with fear as he handed Voldemort a copy of the latest dispatch from the States.
The Dark Lord glanced at the headline and flung the newssheet onto the cave floor to join its
British sister paper.

“Lucius!” roared Voldemort.

“Yes, my Lord,” he said as he walked into the cave.

“What news from my spies around the country? Are they any closer to finding out where Potter and
Granger are?”

“I’m afraid not, my Lord. They seem to have disappeared from the face of the earth.”

“But they haven’t, have they Lucius!” The danger in the quietly spoken words was plain to
behold. “Because those newspaper reports are gloating at the defeat, by their hands, of my
so-called terrible forces!”

Lucius remained silent, knowing that whatever he said would provoke an adverse reaction.

“Pick out a place, any place, that will serve to demonstrate my power once more. I will
*not* be ignored by Fudge and his crowd any longer.”

“Yes, my Lord.” Lucius bowed and walked quickly out of the cave to consult the rest of the inner
circle concerning a suitable target.

***

The snow covering the hanging valley of Craig Cerrig-Gleisiad shone in the bright moonlight.
Above the valley, along the Roman Road leading to the right, three figures shivered as they sat in
the old partially ruined farmhouse that they’d spotted when they first came this way last year.

The full moon was just rising above the horizon, and Remus Lupin, together with his friends
Sirius and Ceri, had decided to wait out the night in that remote place while the worst effects of
his werewolf curse were upon him. He still had some of the Wolfsbane potion left in the jar at his
side, but he’d already taken his fill.

“You’d better transform,” muttered Remus as he felt the first signs of change coming over
him.

“What’s that?” hissed Ceri, as she heard the door at the back creak open. She and Sirius quickly
got up and looked into the back room, where they saw a shadowy figure walking towards them. They
stepped back into the room and pulled out their wands.

“Who are you?” Sirius shouted as the figure came into the dark room.

The figure let out a shrill cry as she jumped, startled that anyone had managed to find her
regular hiding place. But she quickly recovered. “Who are *YOU!”* she exclaimed.

Ceri lit her wand and looked closely at the dark and attractive woman before her. “You’d better
leave quickly,” she said, glancing at Remus. “It’s not safe here for you.”

“I’ve been coming here for over a year,” said the woman, her voice quite agitated. “What gives
you the right to take over my hiding place?”

Remus stood up and staggered over to the woman, trying to keep in check the tortures of the full
moon for just a few minutes longer. “You’d better listen to her,” he said. “It’s not safe here. Now
go, quickly, before it’s too late.”

The woman stifled a cry as she doubled up, seemingly in pain. “You don’t understand,” she said
through clenched teeth. “I… I’m a werewolf, and it’s the full moon. If you don’t all get away from
here soon, I won’t be responsible for my actions. Go… please!”

Remus’ eyes flew wide open, then he walked quickly back to his seat and picked up the jar. “Here
– drink this,” he said, holding the jar out to her. “Quickly now – it will help you. I’m a werewolf
too, and this Wolfsbane potion will help to curb your aggressive tendencies.”

The woman stared for a few moments, then took the jar and gulped down the contents.

Remus quickly explained why Sirius and Ceri were there with him, and then said, “You are welcome
to join us. They can help us with this curse.”

The woman nodded and then doubled up once more. Ceri and Sirius both transformed into their
Animagus forms and trotted over to the door, where they flopped down to stand guard – and to make
sure that the newly introduced werewolves didn’t do each other any damage.

Ceri growled as she saw and heard the two werewolves howling at the moon through the window of
the old farmhouse. Something in her wolf’s genetic makeup tugged at her as she resisted the
temptation to howl along with them. Padfoot turned his head towards her and nuzzled her ear gently,
helping her to calm down.

It was a long night. The female werewolf, not having the length of exposure to the Wolfsbane
potion that Remus had, and thus the full effects of its calming influence, tried to attack Ceri at
one point, but was stopped from getting to her by the large bulk of Padfoot, and the somewhat less
effective help that Remus provided.

At last, just when he thought that the night would never end, Sirius let out a doggy sigh as he
saw the first faint light of dawn, and watched as the two werewolves, now sleeping side by side on
the floor, slowly started to transform back to their human shapes.

Sirius and Ceri transformed as well, and stood over the pair as they completed their
transformation. Sirius put his arms around Ceri and kissed her tenderly. “Thanks, Ceri,” he
whispered. “It’s been a big help – especially with two of them to watch out for.”

“There’s no need for thanks,” she replied, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Remus is my friend
as well, now.”

They both turned as Remus cleared his throat. “I’m not interrupting anything am I?”

They laughed and watched as the woman slowly rose from the ground. “Thanks,” she said. “You’ve
all been a big help. I’m Sioned Griffith, by the way.” She reached out and shook hands with the
three friends. Remus introduced himself and then Sirius and Ceri.

“So what are you doing in such a remote part of Wales?” asked Sioned.

“We… uh, we were out camping, and I sort of forgot it was a full moon last night,” said Remus.
Both Sirius and Ceri raised their eyes to the sky, cringing at the pathetic answer that Remus had
given, and wondering why he hadn’t thought of a better excuse.

Sioned looked doubtfully at Remus. “Out camping… at this time of year and in this weather… a
werewolf forgetting when the full moon rises. You must be mad in more ways than one!”

Remus smiled weakly, and tried to ignore the woman’s obvious disbelief. “So… how long have you
been a werewolf, Sioned?”

“About two years,” she replied, looking sadly at the floor. “It happened when my friend and I
went on a walking holiday through the Carpathian Mountains, and we were attacked by what we thought
was a wolf – but we soon found out that it must have been a werewolf at the time of the next full
moon – we were both bitten, you see. Beth and I managed to get through that awful night, but soon
after, well… she just couldn’t accept what had happened to her and just took off, and I haven’t
seen her since. I live in a little village between Brecon and Llanwrtyd Wells, and I used to hide
myself away in one of the huts the soldiers use during exercises on the firing range up there, but
I had to stop when they started holding night exercises. I looked far and wide before I happened on
this old place about a year ago.”

“You must have had a shock when you found us three here last night,” said Ceri.

“You can say that again!” she exclaimed. “But I’m glad you were here, as it turned out. That…
potion… you gave me certainly helped.”

“Are you… a witch?” asked Sirius.

“A what?” she exclaimed, looking disbelievingly at Sirius. “I’ve been forced to believe in
werewolves, but witches? Are you as mad as your friend?”

It was Remus’ turn to lift his eyes to the heavens. “Sioned… there are certain things that
you’re obviously not aware of. You see, Ceri here is a witch, Sirius is a wizard, and so am I.”

“What? You’re kidding me aren’t you?”

The three shook their heads solemnly.

“Whoa – this is too much! Witches and Wizards… wow! Is that the reason you gave me that cock and
bull story earlier?”

Remus nodded. “There are quite a few things you don’t know. We’re stationed not far from here,
along with a group of other magical people. We’re in the middle of a war with Dark Wizards, who are
trying to take over the world, and things are coming to a head just about now.”

Sioned walked across the room, sat down on one of the chairs, and leaned forward to place her
head in her hands. “This is a lot to take in,” she said shakily.

“We have to go now,” said Ceri.

Sioned looked panicked as she rose from the chair. “Can… can I see you all again? I mean, it’s
the first time I’ve met anyone who understands my condition, and I don’t want to lose you as soon
as I’ve found you.”

“Look,” said Remus. “Can you come back here first thing tomorrow morning? I’ll get the Potions
Master to brew some more of the Wolfsbane Potion and bring you a supply.”

“Oh would you?” The relief was plain to see in the woman’s face.

“No problem,” said Remus. “See you in the morning.”

They all waved as they walked out of the farmhouse, Sioned turning to the right to follow the
Roman Road back down the mountainside, and the others turning in the opposite direction.

“She was very nice,” said Ceri as they walked back up to the valley. “Don’t you think so
Remus?”

Sirius grinned slyly as he waited to hear Remus’ response.

“Yes, she is, Ceri,” he replied. “She’s the first female werewolf I’ve ever met. Pity she’s not
a witch though.”

***

Harry, Hermione and Draco materialised at the edge of a town somewhere in California. A large
contingent of Death Eaters were spread out immediately to their right, hurling curses at the
houses, but no one had spotted the three appear suddenly.

“There’s not enough time to set the Portkey,” said Hermione. “Hold my hand Harry, we’ve got to
do something quick.”

They joined hands and pointed their palms at the line of black-robed figures. *“SEHERU
ERIMHA,”* they yelled.

A blue beam shot from their palms and engulfed the enemy fighters, who stopped hurling curses
and looked up in astonishment, to see the Anima Summas suddenly grow huge, stretching up to almost
reach the clouds.

What had actually happened, however, was the opposite. Harry, Hermione and Draco bent their
heads, as the enemy suddenly diminished in size until they were no more than an inch high, and the
length of the space they occupied was only about ten feet.

The seventy or so Death Eaters panicked and started to run in all directions, but they didn’t
get very far – their tiny legs couldn’t carry them fast enough. The time bubble spell caught them
in its silvery haze a few moments later, and they froze into immobility.

“That’s two spells we’ll have to use to get this lot secured,” said Hermione as she added yet
another entry to the growing list on her ‘America’ parchment.

They turned around towards the town when they heard two people shouting, and saw a man and a
woman rapidly approaching, but they relaxed when they saw the broad grins on their faces.

“You’re the Anima Summas,” said the man, loudly, first pumping Harry’s hand in an iron grip, and
then Hermione’s. Then he shot a confused glance in Draco’s direction, “Who’s the ghost?”

“That’s Draco,” said Hermione. “He’s our friend – he’s helping us in the fight against the Dark
Side.”

The man and woman grinned at Draco, who just raised his eyebrows and grinned weakly in a
typically Draco fashion.

“We’re so grateful to you both,” said the woman, hugging Hermione tightly. Harry stepped back,
but couldn’t avoid the tight embrace.

“We though we were dead meat,” said the man. “The Muggles in the town are terrified, but at
least we can tell them that the show’s over while we wait for the memory Aurors. What did you do to
those jerks, anyway?” he pointed at the time bubble.

“We shrunk them a bit, and then put them in a time warp. I hope you don’t mind having them on
your doorstep until this is all over,” said Harry.

“We’ll be back to take charge of them as soon as we can,” added Hermione.

“Listen,” said the woman, “I don’t mind seeing them like that one little bit. It’ll give the
rest of the magical community in the town a lot of satisfaction and hope.”

They waved to the two friendly Americans as they Zapparated back to Wales, shivering once more
at the sudden change in temperature.

“You two are going to catch a hell of a cold if you keep doing this,” said Draco.

“Harry… Hermione… Draco.” Charlie shouted to the three and waved them into the large tent, where
they saw everyone sitting around the headmaster’s desk. Over the last week or so, they’d agreed
that if the Portkey wasn’t activated within five minutes, they’d assume that they weren’t needed,
and would relax.

Fudge looked up as the three walked in. “Successful trip?” he asked.

Harry nodded. “America – about seventy this time.”

Fudge nodded with satisfaction. “Excellent… excellent.”

“Minister Fudge was just telling us about a raid that Voldemort carried out about a half hour
ago,” said Dumbledore.

Fudge took up the story, “A small town in the North of England was destroyed. It’s hard to
estimate, but the latest reports say about five hundred people were killed in the blink of an eye.
It seems that a wizard saw everything that happened while he was walking in the countryside close
by. The Dark Lord used the Disc of Gates again – the wizard said it was horrible, so horrible that
he hasn’t been able to give the details of what happened yet. He’s trying to put the terrible
images of what he saw out of his mind.”

“But we Zapparated to America about half an hour ago,” said an anguished Harry. “Why weren’t we
taken to the site of that attack?”

Dumbledore shook his head. “It’s pointless to think about it Harry. It’s not your fault, you
know. Everybody knows you want to get at Voldemort as soon as you can.”

“He’s right Harry,” added Fudge. “You’ll get to him when the time is right.”

***

Early the following morning, Remus trudged through the snow towards the ruined farmhouse on the
mountainside a few miles from the valley. He carried a large container of the Wolfsbane Potion that
Snape had brewed the previous day. He quickened his pace slightly, anxious to meet the charming
Sioned once again.

He reached the farmhouse and stepped quickly inside, but was disappointed to find the place
empty. He sighed and sat down on one of the chairs in the front room, hoping that the woman would
turn up.

He didn’t have long to wait, and stood up as he heard the sound of footsteps crunching in the
snow outside. Sioned walked into the room and smiled when she saw Remus, waving a greeting as she
walked over to him.

“I wondered if you’d turn up,” he said, “after listening to all that talk about witches and
wizards yesterday.”

Sioned smiled. “I still can’t believe what you told me. Are you sure you’re not pulling my
leg?”

Remus smiled and pulled his wand out from his robes. “This is my wand. We use wands to do
magical spells.”

“Yeh – right,” said Sioned dubiously, and then noticed finally that Remus was alone. “Where are
the other two?”

“In a meeting,” he replied, “but I managed to get out of it to bring this to you.”

He held out the container. “Wolfsbane Potion?” she asked, taking the container from Remus and
gazing at it as if it were a pot of gold.

“That’s right – there’s enough there to last you for about six months. That should be enough
until the conflict is over and I can bring you more.”

“You… you won’t be coming back here for six months?” asked Sioned, looking a bit sad as her gaze
travelled over Remus’ face.

“I don’t know,“ he replied. “As I told you yesterday, we’re in the middle of a conflict with
some very bad wizards, and I don’t really know where I’ll be from one day to the next. But I’ll
probably be here with Sirius and Ceri at the times of the full moon.”

“I hope so,” she said, dropping her gaze to the ground. “Come on then, let’s see some of that
magic you’re on about.”

“What would you like me to do?”

Sioned gazed around the room and then pointed at one of the chairs. “Make that chair rise into
the air.”

Remus grinned and pointed his wand at the chair. *“WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA,”* he said.

Sioned’s mouth dropped open when the chair rose into the air, and moved across the room, under
the direction of Remus’ wand, and settled back onto the floor just behind the startled woman.

“I… I didn’t really think…” she whispered, sitting down on the chair with a bump.

“It’s true,” said Remus. “But enough about me - what about you? Are you married? Have you got a
boyfriend?”

Sioned shook herself out of her amazed stupor and answered quietly, “No. I’m not married, but I
had a boyfriend before this thing happened to me. But when I told him what happened, he run a mile
– he still does whenever he sees me. I think he thinks I’m crazy or something.”

Remus smiled wryly in full understanding for her plight. “It’s a terrible thing. Always alone –
never daring to form a close relationship.”

“But your friends who were with you last night? You’re obviously very close to them.”

“Sirius has been my best friend since our schooldays, and Ceri is his girlfriend. We’ve worked
together on the same team against the Dark Side for several years now, and when you get into
dangerous situations, it tends to bring you closer together. But what I meant was – I can never
dare to get too close to a woman. I can’t risk passing on the werewolf genes to any future
children.”

“I see,” said Sioned quietly. “I hadn’t really though about it like that before. Not that
there’s any risk of me having kids – I haven’t been able to bring myself to go out with anyone ever
since it happened. And since Beth left, I haven’t got a close female friend either.”

“I’m sorry,” said Remus, reaching out to squeeze her hand. “It’s a lonely thing being a
werewolf, and it must be a lot worse for you – at least I’ve got friends who understand the
condition.” Remus looked deep into her eyes, his admiration growing by the minute at the way she
had forced herself to cope with her affliction for the past two years.

“I… I have to go now,” he said finally. “Take care – I hope to see you soon.”

They walked out of the farmhouse and started down the old Roman Road in opposite directions.
Remus turned when he heard Sioned call his name.

“Remus – be careful… please.”

Remus grinned and waved, then turned and walked back up the track to the valley.

***

*“RABUM DUGU ERIMHA,”* yelled Harry and Hermione as they pointed their hands at the large
force of Death Eaters that raced towards them across Salisbury Plain.

They hadn’t Zapparated on this occasion – they and the protectors had arrived by more
conventional means following Snape’s spying report of an imminent major attack on the divisional
headquarters complex there. They’d hoped that Voldemort would lead the attack, but they were
disappointed in that respect. Still, about seven hundred Death Eaters was a formidable enemy to
face.

Their protectors and friends, together with a large force of Aurors, were hiding behind the
large mound on which the pair was standing, held in reserve in case they had to help the Anima
Summas. But this day, their services were not needed.

A bright blue beam of light shot from their outstretched palms and quickly settled onto the
advancing hoard, which suddenly stopped. They had no choice really, since their legs were no longer
capable of carrying them. Some of them tried to send curses at the pair, but they found it
impossible to point their wands at them – in fact, they found it impossible to even hold their
wands.

The force waiting behind the mound walked into sight when they heard the noise coming from the
Death Eaters – an astonishing noise that none of them could identify.

“What did you do to them?” asked Ceri as she looked with amazement at the scene before her. All
seven hundred Death Eaters were lying prone on the ground, shaking uncontrollably as if they were
encased in a large block of ice. Ceri could now see that the noise was being caused by seven
hundred sets of teeth rattling around in seven hundred heads.

“We just told them to tremble,” said Hermione.

“What are you going to do now?” asked the commander of the Salisbury Plain camp. “There’re too
many of them for us to take into custody here – we’re going to need some help.”

“No problem,” said Harry, as he and Hermione once more pointed their palms at the sea of
trembling black-cloaked figures and stopped the rattling sound when they enclosed them all in a
large bubble of suspended time.

“We can come back when the war is over,” said Hermione, writing another entry on her U.K
parchment.

“I’d better get some wards set up around this area,” said the commander, signalling to some of
his men. “As much as I loath those scoundrels, I don’t want any Muggle tanks running over them –
this is part of their tank firing range and they tend to use this spot quite a lot for target
practice.”

“What would happen Harry – if a tank bumped into that lot?” asked Ron, trying to work out the
effects of such a collision.

“I don’t know,” he said. “What do you think, Hermione?”

Hermione thought for a few moments, and then shook her head. “I don’t know either, for certain,
but the tank would probably just come to a dead stop – it won’t be able to enter the area because
the bubble’s time is out of phase with ours.”

“Interesting,” breathed Ron. “I wonder if we could set up a little experiment…”

“Don’t even think about it Ron,” said Sirius, tapping him on the back. “Come on – the commander
has just invited us all to a spot of lunch in the officer’s mess.”

“Lead on,” said Ron, all thoughts of setting up an experiment to test Hermione’s theory now
completely forgotten.

“I wonder what ‘You Know Who’s going to do,” said Oliver, talking to Sirius, Ceri and Katie as
they walked towards the headquarters buildings. “I make it that he’s lost at least three thousand
Death Eaters in this country in the last week or so, and about twice that number in America. He
must be getting desperate.”

“But it’s not all one way traffic,” said Katie. “He and his forces are still hitting towns and
villages both here and in America, and we’ve lost a lot of Aurors in the conflict as well…”

“Yes,” said Ceri, “but if Harry and Hermione keep degrading his forces like they’ve been doing,
it’s bound to affect his ability to keep up the attacks. Oliver’s right – I think he must be on the
verge of doing something really horrible.”

“I don’t know what he’ll do,” said Sirius, “but it probably means that the final showdown won’t
be too far away.”

“I hope they’ll be all right,” said Katie, looking around worriedly at the pair as they walked
with the helpers a little way behind. “That Disc of Gates is a terrible weapon.”

Hermione made eyes at Draco, who drifting along beside her, and slowed her pace slightly,
allowing the rest of her friends walk on ahead.

“You want to talk to me … Hermione?” asked Draco. He’d dropped the use of her surname a little
while ago, but still found it strange to be addressing her in a more intimate manner.

“Draco, I… I’ve been meaning to speak to you for almost a week now. It… it’s about Ginny. You
know that she’s got… feelings for you, don’t you?”

Draco sighed and nodded. “Yes – I gathered as much. That’s why I haven’t spent much time alone
with her lately.”

“She was terribly upset after that spat with Ron the other day. She’s awfully confused Draco,
and I don’t know how to help her.”

“Neither do I,” he said. “I didn’t want this to happen - at least, not after I was killed.
Before then – well that was different, but I didn’t have the time to do anything about it – she was
the one who made me realise that I was on the wrong path, you know.”

Hermione nodded. “Yes, she told Margot and me about your little chat in the cavern.”

“The best thing she can do is forget all about me – in that way at least. But how can we make
her see sense?”

“I’d hoped that she’d start to miss Hugo,” she replied, “but she hasn’t mentioned him once since
we came back from the Azores.”

Draco shook his head. “I don’t think he’s the right one for her anyway – but I might be just a
bit biased on that score. It’s difficult for me to think who could possibly be good enough for
her.”

“Well we’d better think of something soon – she’s suffering badly with this. She doesn’t show
it, but I know she is. I… I’ve been there before.”

Draco grinned wryly at his new friend. “I know this will sound a bit flippant, but I really do
mean it when I say that she hasn’t got a ghost of a chance with me. I wish things were different,
but it’s pointless dwelling on what might have been. Keep an eye on her, Hermione - she needs a
friend like you to help her through this.”

Hermione nodded, and looked sadly towards her red-haired friend walking in front, chatting away
to Harry as if she hadn’t a care in the world.

***

“My Lord!” shouted Lucius as he ran into the cave, stopping briefly to bow at the foot of the
throne. “I’ve just had word from Salisbury Plain. The Anima Summas were there waiting for our men,
they… they’ve all been captured.”

Voldemort turned his head to the side and hissed loudly as he tried to keep his anger in check.
“I *knew* I should have led that attack myself. This whole sorry mess would have been sorted
out then and there, once and for all.”

“I’ve told the rest of the inner circle to get in touch with the field commanders,” said Lucius.
“In a short while we should know how many Death Eaters are still active, but I don’t think it’s
looking very good.”

“Get in touch with your opposite number in America as well,” said Voldemort. “I want to know
what the head count is over there as well.”

“Yes my Lord,” said Lucius and walked back out of the cave.

A little while later, Lucius was back. “Fifteen hundred in this country and three thousand in
America,” he said quietly.

“What!” Voldemort exploded. “That’s all? That’s nowhere near enough for what we have to do!”

“It gets worse, my Lord. If the Anima Summas keep up their present rate of operations, we’ll
have no one left in just over a week.”

“We’ve got to stop them, Lucius. That’s my only hope if we’re going to fulfil my ambitions.”
Voldemort thought deeply for a few minutes, and then shook his head slowly. “Desperate situations
call for desperate measures. If we can’t locate the Anima Summas, then perhaps someone else can.
It’s about time we had some help from the Dark Side, Lucius. Tell Crabbe, Wormtail and Travis to
get ready – we’re going to pay another visit to Irem.”

“But my Lord, you’ve always maintained that it would be dangerous to our cause if you summoned
the Nephilim back to the Earthly Realm.”

“I haven’t got a lot of choice in the matter. Now tell the others to get ready.”

Lucius turned and walked back out of the cave, but turned when he got to the entrance when he
heard Voldemort call his name once more. “Lucius – don’t ever question my decisions again,” he said
in a quiet but deadly voice.

Lucius bowed and walked out of the cave, scowling.

***

It was cold, and it was damp. The previous day, a slight thaw had set in at Craig
Cerrig-Gleisiad, and the snow had become slushy, turning the ground into a wet and sticky quagmire,
making it difficult to walk from one tent to the next. And with the increased population in the
valley following the ministry evacuation, everyone was glad to go to bed to get away from the
horrible conditions.

Hermione stirred restlessly in the tent she shared with Ginny and Margot, brought to the edge of
awareness by the sounds coming from Margot’s bed. She opened a bleary eye and saw that it was
starting to get light already – she looked at her watch and groaned - 7.30 AM. Then she shot
upright in her bed as she heard Margot cry out.

She padded over to her bed and shook her gently. “Margot! Margot!”

The French girl’s eyes flew open, and she looked all around the tent in desperation, trying to
find the cause of her unease. Then she relaxed slightly and caught hold of Hermione, hugging her
tightly.

“Was it another of those dreams?” whispered Hermione.

“Yes,” Margot nodded. “It was horrible. I saw something that made me want to run and hide.”

She stiffened and caught hold of Hermione’s shoulders as she eased her away. “I’ve got to speak
to the others – and the sooner the better. I’ve got to tell them what I saw.”

Half an hour later, the usual group sat around the headmaster’s desk as Margot recounted the
details of her dream.

“I was standing in a dark and dusty place, looking into a circular chamber with five large
paintings on the wall. ‘You Know Who’ was there with some of his Death Eaters, and they were
staring at something in front of them. I couldn’t see what it was, at first, but then I saw a sort
of blackness form in the air, at the point into which a very bright beam of greenish light was
streaming.

“Then, the blackness started to open, and a bright portal took its place. Then… then, the most
horrible creatures started to come through the portal. They were very large, with gruesome heads
and pointed ears, but it was the sound they made that made me want to run and hide. Their mouths
were open, showing sharp pointed teeth, and they were… I can only describe it as a grating sort of
laugh. But there was no humour in the laughing – it was like they were gloating in anticipation of
doing some horrible thing. Then I woke up to find Hermione looking down at me.”

“The Nephilim,” said Snape, darkly.

“I’m afraid so Severus,” said Dumbledore. “I was afraid he’d do something like this when he saw
the tide starting to turn against him. Was your dream in the present or the future, Margot?”

“The future, Professor,” she replied.

“There’s no hope for us now,” said Remus, staring sadly at the floor.

“There’s always hope, Remus,” said Dumbledore. “Voldemort might have the Nephilim and the Disc
of Gates, but we’ve got the Anima Summas.”

“You’ve spoken about the Nephilim before, Headmaster,” said Harry. “And we learned a bit more
about them from the Book of Thoth. He said that he and his wife, Ninhursag, were able to banish
them into a parallel realm, but he didn’t say how they did it.”

“He didn’t say how they did it,” said Hermione, “but he hinted that they used the Disc of Gates
to do it. He didn’t come right out and say it, only that they managed to recapture the Disc
beforehand.”

“So if Voldemort brings these things through the gate,” said Draco, “we’ve got to defeat
Voldemort to get the Disc before we can send them back again?”

“It seems that way,” said Dumbledore, “although that path isn’t too clear. All we can do, I
think, is to hope that the power of the Anima Summas will be enough to stand up to them.”

“And Satan,” said Ron. “Don’t forget him – their leader was a bloke called Satani.”

***

Voldemort led his four men through the dark and dusty city of Irem towards the Temple of Gates.
He glanced towards the left-hand side of the entrance and saw that the petrified Plonger still
stood guard over the place.

He breathed deeply as he entered the temple, savouring the evil atmosphere that permeated the
sinister chamber. The four torch holders still stood at the corners at the base of the black altar
at the centre of the room, and he instructed Travis and Wormtail to bring more of the black
material from the artefacts chamber located to the side of the temple.

He slowly climbed the short flight of stone steps leading up to the altar, and lowered his head
as he took off the Disc of Gates and placed it on the shiny black surface. Then he pulled the
Necronomicon from his robes and opened it to the page containing the ritual for raising the
Nephilim, before placing it on the altar beside the Disc. Finally, he pulled the parchment
containing the Spells to activate the Disc and placed it beside the Necronomicon.

He waited while Travis and Wormtail filled the torch holders with the black substance, and lit
it with a magical light, and then nodded for the four to take their place at each of the four
corners. As he started the ritual, he looked up in satisfaction as the dark material on the walls
started to spark into life, flashing brighter with a bright green light as the ritual progressed
towards its climax.

The Dark Lord spoke the final words of the ceremony as he pointed his wand at the Disc of Gates
before him, “SA KAPU… GEN KURUM.” And then he added the spell that had been missing when he’d
enacted the ritual previously.

“ATI ME PETA BABKA.”

The dark crystal at the centre of the Disc flared with power, reaching up with black tendrils of
light to the dark material on the walls.

Green light started to stream down from the walls onto the Disc, where it gathered for a few
moments before sending a beam of bright green power towards the fresco at the far end of the
temple.

Voldemort hissed with excitement when he saw that the beam of light was far more intense that it
had been before, now resembling the beam depicted in the frescos. The beam stopped midway between
the altar and the fresco at the far end of the temple, and a small black hole started to form in
the air at the place where the light was concentrated. Slowly, an area of white light started to
expand at the centre of the hole, extending outwards to consume the blackness. Then it was
finished, the gate had been opened – Voldemort knew from the intensity of the light streaming
through and the size of the portal that the gate was now fully open.

Voldemort waited for something to happen. On the two previous occasions that he’d partially
opened the gateway, the Nephilim gatekeeper had appeared almost immediately, but this time, there
was a much longer delay. Then, a shadow fell across the portal and a figure stepped through,
landing on the marble floor at the far end of the altar. He was huge, about ten feet tall, and like
it had before, the face reminded Voldemort and his four men of a slightly more refined Neanderthal.
His pointed ears extended for about six inches, and he was naked from the waist up; his bottom half
was covered in tight-fitting trousers made from an unknown material.

The figure stepped forward, closer to the altar, while others started to stream through onto the
temple floor behind him. Although he was standing at the base of the altar, he had to raise his
head only slightly to look at Voldemort.

“You are the one whom the Keeper of Gates calls Lord Voldemort?” he asked, pointing a bony,
long-nailed finger at the Dark Lord.

“That is correct,” he replied, his eyes narrowing as he appraised the being.

“I am Satani,” said the Nephilim. “I am the leader of the Nephilim. Why has it taken you so long
to summon us to this realm?”

“I have been unable to find the Anima Summas – they have fled from my reign of terror and hidden
from my sight.”

“The Anima Summas are still at large in this realm?” roared Satani. “Did the Gatekeeper not tell
you to destroy them before we were summoned?”

“He did – but how can I destroy something if it doesn’t want to fight? The reason I called you
here now, is to help me find them so that I can complete the task.”

“That is not for us to do!” said Satani, looking around the room, where he spotted Lucius and
his three companions looking at him with wide eyes.

He pointed his bony finger at them and roared, “Avert your eyes, scum! I will not be stared at!”
The four quickly turned their heads and stared fixedly at the floor.

“We will set up our base of operations here in the City of Pillars,” said Satani, looking back
up at Voldemort, “while you find the Anima Summas and destroy them. We have much to do before we
are strong enough to take our rightful place in the world. For too long, we have lived on the
scraps of aged souls and the few new ones that Lammashta has brought us over the millennia. We have
grown weak from lack of sustenance, but that will now change. The weakest of us remain in the Dark
Realm, but we shall soon send them fresh souls on which to feed.”

“Is there a spell I can use to find the Anima Summas?” asked Voldemort.

“That is your concern,” Satani roared. “Be sure to destroy them. Return here as soon as the deed
is done. Now go!”

Voldemort held his natural instinct to flare at the Nephilim – there were now over a hundred
standing behind their leader, all just as big and all just as ugly. For the first time in his life,
Voldemort decided that it would be better not to force his will on a group of people – there would
be time for that later. He replaced the Disc of Gates around his neck, pocketed the spells, and
stowed the Necronomicon back inside his robes. Then he turned and walked back down to the base of
the altar, snapping his fingers for his four men to follow him back out into the city of Irem.

***

Satani stood at the top of a tall dune looking down at a Bedouin camp in an oasis below. He
grinned a sickly grin and turned to look at the rest of the Nephilim lined up behind him – their
mouths slobbering with the anticipated soul-fest that was soon to follow.

Satani raised his arm and pointed at the camp. “Attack!”

The huge ten-foot figures loped quickly down the sand dune and soon reached the outskirts of the
oasis. A young Arab woman, her face hidden beneath a dark veil, was the first to spot the
intruders. She looked up in disbelief at the large bulk of the strange creature standing over her,
and opened her mouth to scream a warning to the rest of the camp, but no sound left her mouth.

The Nephilim placed his hand on her head and squeezed, sending the evil vibrations into her
skull, and then opening his mouth to receive the fruits of his labours. He closed his eyes in
ecstasy as the poor woman’s soul was wrenched from her body, travelling through her wide-open
mouth, between the intervening space, and into the gaping maw of the Nephilim. He could have sucked
out her soul without touching her, but he found it so much more satisfying to make contact with his
victim as he fed. He grunted with satisfaction and flung the woman’s body, now an empty living
shell, to one side and strode on into the camp looking for more juicy titbits.

Two Nephilim entered the tent closest to the edge of the oasis, where they found two children
sleeping – one a boy of about twelve and the other his younger brother by about four years.
Mercifully, they remained asleep as the two demons placed their hands over the children’s heads.
Mercifully, they weren’t to feel the horror as their souls were sucked from their bodies. At the
last minute, they awoke to feel just the last sparks of awareness, and then they closed their eyes
once more – but this time not to dream – just to an existence of nothingness.

The screams of the terrified victims filled the air as they realised what was happening, but
they didn’t understand how such demons could come to walk the earth feeding on the souls of the
innocent – they thought that the old tales about such things told around the camp fires were just
that – stories to frighten and entertain. One by one, they succumbed to the terrifying attack until
no one was left. They all still lived, but there was no spark of recognition in any of the staring
eyes that looked out from their sunken and tortured sockets.

Satani stood in the middle of the oasis and looked around with satisfaction. The first feeding
was over, but it would be just the first of many in the coming days. Not only did his force in this
realm have to be fully sated, he also had to send sufficient souls back to his waiting people in
the Dark Realm. Once they had had their fill, he could increase his numbers to over five hundred –
enough to take control of the Earthly Realm. Then, after that pretentious Voldemort had taken care
of the Anima Summas, he would personally take his dark soul. He had ached to do just that in the
Temple of Gates, but he knew that he had to rely on the Dark Lord - he and his fellow Nephilim
couldn’t risk a confrontation with the Anima Summas.

He gathered his force together and led them back out into the desert, seeking the highest point
to look out for more victims to ease their raging hunger.

***

“This is terrible,” said Fudge, reading the report he’d just received from the Jordanian
Ministry of Magic. “Over one hundred Nomads have been attacked in an oasis in the desert. All of
them were left alive, but they were just empty shells – their souls had been taken.”

“Just like those poor kids when Lammashta attacked them close to Abydos,” said Charlie, shaking
his head.

“Well there’s no doubt that the Nephilim are here,” said Snape. “But what can we do about
them?”

“We’ve got to try to find where their base is,” said Dumbledore. “It’s probably Irem – the City
of Pillars – but I’m afraid only Voldemort knows where that is.”

“Can’t we take a look around out in the desert?” asked Katie. “Maybe we’ll find something.”

“It’s a big place Katie,” said Remus. “Irem could be anywhere between the Gulf of Aqaba and the
Persian Gulf – and there’s a lot of desert in between.”

“There’ll be a lot more attacks,” said Snape. “If the legends are right, they’ll want to capture
a lot more souls than they had in that oasis.”

Everyone turned as Fred rushed into the tent, looking very flustered. “A garbled message just
came over the Floo Network,” he gasped. “It’s from the new link set up with new French Ministry
headquarters. It was hard to make it out, but I think they must be under attack – there were sounds
of spells and curses in the background.”

“Demont!” gasped Nadine, covering her mouth with her hands.

“We’ve got to help them!” shouted Charlie, putting his arm around Nadine’s shoulders. “Where’s
Harry and the others?”

“The last time I saw them, they were heading to the dining tent to grab a snack,” said Sirius.
“Come on, we can all go through the Floo Network.”

“No wait,” said Dumbledore. “Their end might well have been captured by now, and you’ll be
walking straight into an ambush.”

“We can use the special Portkey we set up when Demont and Anne-Marie came over for Christmas,”
said Charlie. “It should still be located just outside Demont’s cabin. Anne-Marie told me that she
wanted to leave it in place in case of emergencies.”

Dumbledore stood up and walked to the back of the tent and retrieved the battered can of Coke
from a drawer in one of his cupboards. Then he moved swiftly out of the tent and handed it Sirius.
“Only four of you will be able to go at a time,” he said.

“We’d better go first!” shouted Harry as he and the other five came running out of the dining
tent along with Fred. “Draco, you can supply the element of surprise in case we need it when we
arrive – come on Hermione.”

“Activate your Relocators!” shouted Sirius, but the three had already disappeared.

They materialised in a small depression in the ground between the cabin and the stream, which
was running swiftly down the little valley and almost spilling over the bank as a result of the
winter rain. Draco reacted very quickly and flew at an astonished young woman who had stopped dead
as she approached the Portkey – a two-foot branch of decaying wood.

Draco roared and waved his arms as he hovered only a foot from the startled girl, while Harry
and Hermione approached cautiously, arriving just in time to cushion her fall as her eyes rolled up
in their sockets and she fainted away.

“Nice one Draco!” exclaimed Hermione as she gently laid the girl’s head on the ground. “She’s
not a Death Eater – look at her.”

The girl, about twenty years old, wore the light blue robes that marked her as a French Ministry
of Magic employee. Hermione tapped her face gently, trying to revive her.

“Well how was I to know?” said Draco, staring down at the unconscious girl.

“Don’t worry Draco,” said Harry, instinctively raising his arm to pat him on the back. “She’ll
be ok…” Harry faltered as his arm sailed through the ghostly shape of Draco.

“Who’s this!” exclaimed Sirius, as he, Ceri, Oliver and Katie walked quickly over.

“We think she’s a ministry employee,” said Harry. “Draco… uh, thought she was a Death Eater and
frightened her.”

“That’s Eva Deschamps!” said Nadine as she, Charlie, Remus and Flitwick arrived. “She came up to
the cabin just after she started work in Demont’s Magical Creatures office. All new recruits go on
a tour of the outlying facilities.”

They all looked as the girl groaned and slowly opened her eyes. “Aaaaarrrhhh,” she cried when
she saw Draco looking down at her.

“It’s all right,” said Nadine gently. “He’s friendly – he thought you was a Death Eater.”

The girl visibly relaxed, and shakily stood up, but then her face screwed up in horror. “The
others! He… ‘You Know Who’ came with a load of Death Eaters and attacked the headquarters
buildings. Anne-Marie sent me down here to get help – she asked me to take the Portkey to Britain
in case the message failed to get through on the Floo Network.”

“Demont!” exclaimed Nadine. “Is he all right?”

Eva nodded. “He was when I left a few minutes ago, but there’s a lot of Death Eaters up there
and I don’t know how long they can hang on.”

“Where are they?” asked Harry, glancing over his shoulder as the group was joined by Ron, Ginny,
Margot and Snape.

Eva pointed in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. “The headquarters buildings are in a
valley just this side of the forest – about a mile away.”

Harry nodded at Hermione and they joined hands. Draco drifted swiftly between them as they
concentrated and then disappeared.

“Come on,” shouted Sirius. “Let’s get up there quick.”

“You stay here Eva,” said Ceri. “There’ll be a lot more people arriving at the Portkey – send
them after us.”

They ran around to the front of the cabin and across the small valley and up the steep bank that
led onto the path that would take them towards the Forbidden Forest.

“Wait for us!” shouted McGonagall, as she, Fred, George and Lee quickly followed them.

Harry, Hermione and Draco stood on a rocky ridge above the valley that had once housed the new
French Ministry headquarters buildings. They looked with horror at the hole that smoked in the
middle of the valley, and knew that Voldemort had once more used the power of the Disc of Gates to
obliterate his target.

Harry put his hand to his forehead and felt his scar. Then he gasped, “Nothing! There’s no pain
– he must have gone!”

They could see a number of groups of black-cloaked figures milling around on the valley bottom,
but they weren’t the ones who were flinging the curses that they could hear – they seemed to be
coming from a lot closer.

“They must be directly below us,” said Hermione. “We’ll have to change our position to get a
better view.”

“Stay there,” said Draco as he drifted quickly out over the ridge and hovered above the valley.
He was back in moments. “There’s a group of about thirty Death Eaters right below us,” he said.
“They’re laughing and flinging spells at a small outbuilding standing against the side of the
valley.”

“Come on,” said Harry as he moved swiftly to his left and around the rim of the valley. After a
few minutes they stood and watched the fight below. The Death Eaters, who were ranged around the
building in a semi-circle, seemed to be intent on dismantling the wooden building bit by bit as
they sent curse after curse at the structure. It was evident that there were still some people left
in the hut from the spells that were flung back at the Death Eaters, but they were obviously just a
futile gesture of defiance, the hastily flung beams flying well wide of the mark, proper aim being
impossible amid the heavy pounding that rained down on the hut.

“The sadistic bastards!” said Draco.

“Language, Draco,” whispered Hermione as she reached out to hold Harry’s hand.

They pointed their palms down at the attacking Death Eaters and shouted, *“QUPPU
AMELNAKRU.”*

Draco looked on in amazement as heavy wooden posts, each about eight feet high, seemed to rise
directly out of the ground in front of the Death Eaters, who stood and watched in amazed
fascination.

The first of the posts rose at the near side, and then popped up just like a line of collapsing
dominoes in reverse. The dark-cloaked figures were soon surrounded by the posts, bringing
much-wanted relief to the defenders in the hut.

The many Death Eaters further up the valley had witnessed the fantastic event and started to
converge on the spot, but they soon veered off, diving towards both sides of the valley as Sirius
and the rest started to send spell after spell at them. It was an easy matter for Harry and
Hermione to walk around the top of the valley, confining each of the groups in a bubble of
suspended time as they went. The Death Eaters could see what was happening, but they found it
impossible to make an escape under the heavy fire from above that pinned them down while the Anima
Summas did their thing.

Everyone waited for a few minutes before scrambling down into the valley, and Nadine, quickly
followed by Charlie and Ginny, raced headlong towards the hut, hoping against hope that Demont was
still inside and alive. Ginny stopped suddenly as a bright green beam of light traced across the
valley floor and gouged out a large divot of Earth just in front of her.

She turned in the direction from where the curse had come and saw a black-robed figure duck down
behind a rock at the far side of the valley. She opened her mouth to shout a warning to the others,
but closed her mouth once more as Harry and Hermione stepped in front of her and pointed their
palms at the rock.

*‘KALU MASKIM XUL,’* they shouted, and watched as the wide-eyed Death Eater floated up
above the rock and was wrapped tightly in a glowing tangle of vines. He shouted in fright, but was
quickly silenced as he was enveloped, still suspended above the rock, in a bubble of time.

“Thank god you came!” gasped a dishevelled Ann-Marie as she led about fifteen equally
dishevelled figures out from the hut and around the line of posts.

Nadine looked quickly around the haggard faces, but Demont’s wasn’t among them. She held he hand
over her mouth as she approached Anne-Marie. “Demont… is he…”

Anne-Marie smiled wryly at Nadine. “No… he’s ok Nadine. He’s back in the hut with the others who
were hurt in the attack.”

“What happened here?” asked Sirius.

Anne-Marie shuddered. “There was no warning. We,” she gestured around at her colleagues, “were
the lucky ones. We were at this end of the valley – we’d decided to come out here for Demont to
give a talk on the local Magical Creatures, and then he was going to take us on a tour around the
Forbidden Forest just above us. We’d arranged it some time ago, and this was the latest group to be
given the tour. Normally, Demont gives his initial talk up at the Headquarters offices, but this
time, thank god, the weather was pleasant enough for him to do it outside – you know how Demont
hates to be stuck in an office for more than a few minutes, Nadine.”

“What happened next?” asked Ceri.

“We heard a shout coming from the top of the valley – over to the left. ‘You Know Who’ was
standing there; pointing a strange disc-like thing at the headquarters buildings. The next thing we
knew,” she paused as she shuddered once more, “a black light shot from the device and covered the
buildings – then they were gone. There was nothing left – you can see for yourselves. After we’d
recovered from the shock, we made a dash for the hut. We could hear ‘You Know Who’ laughing, but
that only spurred us on to get to the hut. Then we waited. I looked out of the window and saw him
standing there, looking at the hut – I’ll never forget what happened next.”

She gasped and buried her head in her hands while Nadine gently rubbed her shoulder.

“Two of his devils were holding young Giles Mercourt between them. He said that the Anima Summas
were too scared to come after him directly – they could only attack his much weaker helpers. He
said that he’d decided to expand his operations into France and into the rest of Europe – we’d all
pay the price for the Anima Summas’ timidity, and that they wouldn’t be able to protect such a wide
area. Then… then he pointed his device at Giles and shouted something in a strange language. The
next instant, poor Giles was gone, leaving just a smouldering circle of darkened earth where he
stood.”

She turned when Demont approached quickly around the line of posts, and flung herself at him,
crying as she caught around him tightly. He was swamped as Nadine and Ginny added their hugs, and
Charlie grasped his hand and shook it vigorously. “Glad to see you’re safe, Demont,” he said.

Demont quickly eased the girls away from him. “We’ve got to get those people to a hospital –
some of them a very badly hurt.”

“We can take them back to the hanging valley,” said Snape. “The nurse will soon get them back on
their feet.”


“Give me a hand with them,” said Remus as he directed several of the British ministry people,
who had followed the main group to the cabin Portkey, over to the hut.

“This is all that’s left of us,” whispered Anne-Marie. “The Minister and his heads of
department, together with all their staff, were all in the buildings when they were destroyed. I’m
the only head of department left. Demont and I are the only two ranking officers left of the
Ministry of Magic.”

“How did they find us?” gasped Demont, raising his tortured eyes to the sky. “We worked hard to
keep this place a secret.”

“We knew there were spies in the Ministry,” said Anne-Marie, “but we thought we’d isolated them
all – moved them to positions that weren’t at the heart of the ministry and where we could keep a
close eye on them. But we must have missed one of them!”

“You’d all better come back with us,” said Sirius, his eyes full of sympathy for the distraught
Anne-Marie. “Professor Dumbledore and Cornelius Fudge will know what to do – I can promise that
you’ll get as much help as you need.”

“And we’d better get back as quickly as we can,” said Snape. “The first thing we’ve got to do is
to warn every Magical authority in Europe about this development.”

***

The hanging valley of Craig Cerrig-Gleisiad was becoming quite crowded. Mercifully, Professor
Dumbledore had enchanted the rough and muddy ground so that it became impervious to the rigors of
the weather, and the increasing pairs of feet that now walked around the place no longer churned it
into a sticky quagmire.

Fudge had welcomed Anne-Marie and Demont, and had agreed that they could share his Ministry
tents and facilities until the conflict was over, directing operations in both the U.K and France
in a joint venture.

As for Harry, Hermione and their friends, they tried constantly to get to Voldemort and the
Nephilim, but all their efforts seemed to be thwarted. They found plenty of Death Eaters, and they
seemed to be taken to most of the countries in Europe as well as the U.K. and America, but they
were constantly frustrated in their attempts to get to the source of the problem.

After several weeks of confining Death Eaters, and listening with increasing horror to the
reports of Voldemort’s attacks and the evil that was being spread by the Nephilim, it was Ginny and
her appetite for looking at maps that finally brought the breakthrough that signalled the beginning
of the end.



10. The Final Battle
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Chapter 10 The Final Battle

**DISCLAIMER:** This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK
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infringement is intended.

Nadine shivered as she wrapped her arms around her body and let out a gasp as she turned her
head away from the terrible scene below.

“What is it Nadine?” asked Charlie anxiously. “Can you feel anything?”

“No Charlie,” she replied, “nothing. It’s just the horror of seeing those poor people down
there.”

Harry, Hermione, the helpers and the protectors had just arrived in the desert region sandwiched
between the Red Sea and the river Nile. A special Portkey had been set up for their specific use
after Fudge had received a report of yet another attack by the Nephilim. They all watched as the
Egyptian ministry of magic people went about the daunting task of gathering the soulless but living
bodies of the fifty or so desert nomads together, ready for transportation to a specially
constructed hospital on the Saudi-Jordanian border. The hospital had been set up as a joint effort
between the Arab states to house the ever-growing number of victims of the Nephilim attacks that
were prevalent throughout the region.

“We’ve got to stop this somehow,” said Harry. “This just can’t go on!”

Hermione leaned against him and sighed. “What can we do Harry? The spell just won’t take us to
the Nephilim, nor to Voldemort…” she trailed off, shaking her head.

Sirius frowned as he looked towards Nadine. He and Dumbledore had hoped that by coming to the
scene of a recent Nephilim attack, it would trigger something in the minds of the Anima Summas that
would lead them to their lair. But Harry and Hermione had felt nothing. Sirius and the others had
also hoped that Nadine might have been able to detect some sort of magical vibration. But that hope
was now almost dashed as well.

“Do you think you can go down there Nadine?” he asked gently. “I know it’s going to be difficult
for you, but you may be able to pick something up closer to where the attack took place. We’ll all
come with you.”

Nadine looked at Sirius and frowned, but then nodded. Charlie caught around her as they led the
group down the hill towards the jumble of black tents erected on a rocky patch of the desert. She
closed her eyes when she got to the edge of the encampment, not wanting to look at the blank stares
of the victims, and walked slowly into the centre of the site, where she concentrated hard.

After a few minutes, she shook her head. “Still nothing.”

Sirius sighed. “Come on. We can’t do any more here – let’s get back.”

Two days later, Harry, Ron and Draco sat in the dining tent, the two living boys munching their
way through a pile of sandwiches.

“That’s disgusting!” exclaimed Draco. “I don’t know how you two can stick away so much food –
you haven’t long had your lunch!”

“Your just jealous Malfoy,” Ron mumbled as he continued to chew. “Just because you can’t eat
anything any more.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you Draco,” said Harry. “Don’t you get… hungry at all?”

Draco snorted, “Hah! You don’t know very much about ghosts do you. Of course I don’t get hungry
– I haven’t got a physical body to maintain.”

“No, I suppose not – sorry,” said Harry.

Dumbledore and Sirius had insisted that the group take a break from their forays into an
ever-expanding area of conflict. They’d been to three places that morning – all in Eastern Europe –
and had rounded up quite a few Death Eaters. The first two had been easy, but the last one had
involved a fairly lengthy confrontation before Harry and Hermione had been able to confine the
scattered enemy forces in a time bubble.

Hermione and Margot walked into the tent after a visit to Alicia and Angelina over at the
Weasleys Wizard Wheezes tents. “Where’s Ginny?” asked Hermione.

“She said something about going to look at something in the library tent,” said Harry.

“We’ll go and see what she’s doing,” said Margot.

When the two girls walked into the library tent, they found Ginny sitting at the desk bent over
a large map. She looked up and waved at the pair. “Come in – I’m just trying something out – I’ve
nearly finished now.”

The two girls sat either side of Ginny and looked curiously at what she was doing. Ginny looked
at the parchment lying on the desk at the side of the map, then poured over the map for a few
moments, before carefully making a mark on it with her quill.

“What on Earth are you doing?” asked Margot.

“I’ve been thinking,” she replied. “We can’t seem to find out where the Nephilim are, so I
thought that if I could find a large enough map of Egypt and the Middle East, and marked down all
the places where the Nephilim have attacked, it may show up something. So I went over and asked
Minister Fudge for this list of places where the attacks took place. I’ve marked down nearly all of
them now – just one more to go.”

She looked at the name at the bottom of the parchment and scoured the Jordanian section of the
map. “Got it,” she said, and placed a mark towards the top of the map. Then she sat back and looked
at her handiwork.

“I thought that a pattern may emerge when I did this,” she said. “Does anything strike you as
odd about it?”

Hermione and Margot gazed at the map, but shook their heads.

“We’ll I’ve had a lot longer to see the pattern,” said Ginny. “Look – there’s two in the Eastern
Egyptian Desert, three more further up towards the Mediterranean coast, five on the Sinai
Peninsular, seven in North and East Jordan and another five in Saudi Arabia. So there’s ten towards
the western end of the map and twelve to the Eastern end.” She reached over and picked up a ruler
and started drawing lines, connecting the marks to the East with the marks she’d made on the
Western end. Then she sat back and looked down at the pattern.

“I can see what you’re getting at,” said Margot. “You think that these attacks may have come
from a place roughly at the centre of all these places.”

“That’s right,” said Ginny, smiling. “And it should be around the place where those lines I drew
intersect.”

Hermione nodded. “They don’t all intersect at one spot, but they converge on roughly the same
area. I think you’ve got something here, Ginny! Let’s show the others – they’re in the dining
tent.”

“Don’t tell me they’re still there!” she said disgustedly.

“No – we’re here now!” said Ron as he led the other two into the library tent.

“Look at this,” said Margot. “Ginny’s been doing a bit of detective work, and we think she’s on
to something.”

They boys listened as Ginny explained her theory and gazed at the patterns she’d made on the
map. “That’s brilliant, Ginny,” said Draco with a look of respect in his smoky eyes.

“Great job Ginny,” said Harry, leaning over to plant a kiss on her cheek. Then he picked up the
map and walked towards the tent flap. “Come on – we’ve got to show this to Dumbledore and the
others.”

***

“Extraordinary!” exclaimed Snape as he looked at the map. Draco frowned as he stared at his
former housemaster – he couldn’t make up his mind whether he was expressing genuine respect for
Ginny’s efforts or just amazement that she’d been able to think of doing it.

Professor Dumbledore leaned forward and drew a rough circle around the area where the lines
converged on the map, then sat back and raised his eyebrows. “This circle is roughly halfway
between the Gulf of Aqaba and the southern end of the Dead Sea. Comments anyone?”

“Well it’s by far the best lead we’ve had,” said Sirius. “Excellent work Ginny.”

Most of the others displayed their admiration, causing Ginny’s face to burn with embarrassment,
although she had a nice warm glow deep inside.

Remus pointed at the circle. “How big an area would you say that is?”

Ginny did a quick mental calculation. “I’d say, looking at the scale of the map, that the
diameter of the circle is about fifty miles, give or take.”

“That’s still a big area to search,” said Oliver.

“And this is still only based on an assumption,” added Snape. “Thoth told you in his book that
the Nephilim aren’t stupid – they may have deliberately set out to pick their targets with this
very possibility in mind, and tried to give the impression that their base is somewhere where it
isn’t.”

“You could be right, Severus,” said the headmaster, “but I don’t think so. These attacks have
been frequent and frenzied – it seems to me that they were too intent on sating their desperate
hunger to give much time to planning this. And in any case, they may not even care if their base is
discovered – they may just be glad that a load of souls come to them rather than having to go and
find them.”

“I think you’re both right,” said Hermione, looking at the map and at the list of places on
Ginny’s parchment. Then she started to number the places that Ginny had marked on the map, starting
with 1 for the first attack, 2 for the second and then on up to the last place that was
attacked.

“Look at this,” she said. “Generally speaking, each attack has been in a different direction,
apart from those they did on the same day.”

“So it looks like they’ve made *some* attempt to throw us off the scent,” said Sirius.

“But they didn’t think it through far enough,” added Charlie, smiling at Ginny. “They didn’t
reckon on my sister and her fascination for patterns on maps.”

“So what’s our next move?” asked Ceri. “As Oliver said, that’s still a lot of desert to search,
and you can be sure that they won’t be out in plain sight – if Professor Dumbledore is right,
they’ll be using the City of Pillars as their base – and that’s buried underneath the sands
somewhere.”

“But we’ve got a secret weapon, haven’t we?” said Remus, grinning as he looked towards
Nadine.

“Of course!” said Harry. “If the Nephilim are as evil as their horrible attacks suggest, Nadine
should be able to pick up their dark emanations a mile off. What do you think, Nadine?”

“I suppose so,” she said, suppressing a shudder as she thought of what those vibrations would
feel like.

“How can we get there?” asked Harry, now anxious to start looking for the Nephilim.

“Leave that to me,” said Dumbledore. “There’ll be a Portkey in place first thing in the morning.
But before you go, I want you all to be fully aware of the dangers you’ll be facing. We don’t know
how many of them are out there, but we know that they’re very powerful. And for all we know,
Voldemort could be there as well with the remnants of his British and American forces. So your
immediate task is just to locate where they are – I don’t want you all wading in and attacking them
– even you Harry – do you understand?”

“But Professor,” Harry replied, “they’ve got to be stopped!”

“I know Harry,” he said gently, “but please listen to my advice – when you detect them, I want
you all to come straight back here before you do anything. Then we can work out the best way to
tackle them. I’ll arrange with minister Fudge for as many Aurors as he can spare to go back with
you – I know that his forces have been severely depleted over the last few weeks, but so has
Voldemort’s forces, so the attacks in this country and the United States have dropped off
dramatically in the last few days – I might even be able to arrange for some teams of American
Aurors to go with you as well.”

Everyone wore serious expressions as they continued to look at the headmaster, who paused for a
few moments while he took a sip of water.

“One more thing – this could be the final battle in this war. I’m hoping – banking - on
Voldemort being with the Nephilim. If he is, make no mistake that the fight will be fierce and
difficult. I will be coming with you for the final conflict, as will Severus and Minerva and as
many of our staff that will agree to come with us. But we’ve all got a very specific job to do –
that’s to support Harry and Hermione when they face Voldemort and the Nephilim. We’ve got to keep
any Death Eaters off their backs while they face their greatest challenge. I don’t want anybody
trying to tackle the Nephilim or Voldemort and his Disc of Gates, unless it’s in support of the
Anima Summas. Is that clear?”

They all nodded. Dumbledore’s speech had made them all realise even more the great severity of
the task that lay ahead – and for Dumbledore to announce that he’d be there to fight alongside them
only served to heighten that awareness. But it also gave them a lot of comfort, knowing that the
greatest wizard in the world would be with them when it mattered most.

***

They were all ready to go early the following morning. The night had been a long one, and sleep
had come only slowly as they all wrestled with the dangers of the task ahead. But they all stood
outside Dumbledore’s tent with a fierce determination as they waited for the headmaster to emerge
with the Portkey.

“Don’t forget what I told you yesterday,” said Dumbledore as he walked across and handed over
the Portkey. “This is a scouting mission only! You will materialise approximately at the centre of
the search area - Good luck.”

Harry looked around at the barren expanse of the desert into which they emerged. He felt the
heat from the blazing sun, which was not far above the eastern horizon, and tapped the water bottle
inside his robes, knowing that it would be needed as the day wore on. The desert seemed to stretch
forever on all sides, interrupted only by a line of cliffs low down on the horizon far to the
north. Nothing stirred in the arid desert – not even the few snakes and scorpions that were
undoubtedly there – although Harry did spot a small lizard lying on a rock, unmoving as it waited
for the sun’s heat to stir it’s body into action.

Nadine stood with her face to the sky, her eyes closed, trying to pick up any sign of magical
emissions. Everyone looked on as they waited for her to give her verdict.

“There’s something,” she said finally. “I can’t make out what it is because it’s so faint, but
there’s definitely something here.”

“Let’s do what we did back in France,” said Charlie. “We can walk in each direction for a little
way and see if they get any stronger.”

“Which way first?” asked Oliver.

Sirius shrugged. “I suppose one way’s as good as any other – let’s try north, towards that line
of hills in the distance.”

“Hang on a minute,” said Katie as she piled five or six rocks one on top of the other. “We want
a reference point to come back to in case we have to check in another direction, otherwise we might
easily stray out of the search area.”

They walked towards the line of cliffs, forming up instinctively into their protective positions
around the six youngsters, always scouring the desert for any signs of movement. They must have
walked for several miles before Nadine called a halt and checked once more for the vibrations.

“They’re stronger,” she said at last. “Still faint, but I can feel them a bit more clearly here,
and they’re… they’re not very nice.”

“We’re going in the right direction then,” said Sirius, looking ahead to the line of cliffs,
which didn’t appear to be any closer than when they’d started out.

They walked on for another hour and the cliffs started to become more distinct, despite the
shimmering haze that made them wobble from side to side disconcertingly. After another few miles,
Nadine once more closed her eyes and opened her mind to the emanations.

This time, there was no delay in her voicing her verdict. “Over there,” she gasped, shaking her
head as if to rid her mind of the evil vibrations. “They’re a lot closer now.” She pointed over to
her right, at the red-coloured cliffs that were now no more than two miles away.

They adjusted their direction and walked towards the cliffs, now being far more cautious as they
approached a place that could harbour hidden danger.

“Further to the right,” said Nadine, following their arrival at the base of the cliffs. They
walked along, looking intently up at the stark red bastions of rock, trying to find a cave or
opening – anything that would take them closer to the source of the vibrations.

Without warning, they came upon a cleft in the rock, splitting the cliffs from top to bottom.
Oliver and Katie walked slowly inside, wands held to the fore, and peered at the dark passage that
led into the rock.

After a few minutes, they came back out. “It’s definitely a well-worn path,” said Oliver. “It
winds about a bit, and we didn’t get to the end of it, but it’s certainly been in use very
recently.”

“Stay close together,” said Sirius, holding out the Portkey. “At the first hint of trouble, grab
hold of this and we’ll get out of here.”

The closely packed group walked slowly into the opening, following the sandy path as it wound
its way through the cliffs. “There’s an opening just up ahead,” whispered Katie, seeing that the
rocky walls were becoming brighter just around a left-hand bend. They cautiously edged forward, and
soon emerged into a sandy area.

Remus gasped. “I know this place!” he exclaimed, looking at the impressive Treasury built into
the rose red cliffs. “This is Petra!”

“The ancient city of the Nabataeans,” added Hermione, looking up at the building, savouring its
ancient classical contours.

“Who the hell are they?” asked Ron.

“Later Ron,” said Sirius quietly. “Let’s take a closer look.”

They walked up to the Treasury, and Oliver quickly climbed the stone steps at the front and
peered inside for a few moments. “Empty,” he said as he walked back down to join his
colleagues.

“Where’s Nadine?” asked Ginny, her expression anxious as she looked around the group.

“She was right behind me,” said Charlie, turning and running quickly back to the opening in the
cliffs.

“Nadine!” he exclaimed when he saw his girlfriend leaning groggily against the cliff wall, just
before it emerged into the open sandy area. He quickly went to her and put his arms around her
shoulders as he helped her stagger over to the rest of the group.

“What happened?” he said, his eyes full of concern.

“I opened my mind to check the vibrations,” she whispered. “It was horrible… so evil. I… I think
it’s coming from right underneath our feet, but I don’t want to check any further and experience
those feelings again!”

“It’s ok, Nadine,” said Sirius gently. “You’ve done your job – all we’ve got to do now is find a
way down. The City of Pillars must be underneath Petra somewhere.”

“Hang on Sirius,” said Ceri. “You know what Dumbledore said. We’ve found where they’re holed up,
so we’d better get back and report.”

“But we’ve got to try to find out how to get to them Ceri,” said Harry. “It might take ages, so
now that we’re here, we might as well dig around a bit.”

“No Harry,” said Sirius resignedly. “Ceri’s right. We’ve done what we came here to do, now we’ve
got to work out a plan to get at them.”

He held out the Portkey and everyone, Harry very reluctantly, grabbed hold while Sirius said the
special spell that activated it. Before he did so, however, he walked over to the opening in the
cliff face, and placed a small rock just inside, out of view of the Treasury building. He’d been
given the special Portkey by Dumbledore the previous evening, with instructions to place it at a
suitable spot where they could safely arrive with the main force at some time in the future.

***

“So they’re below the ancient city of Petra?” said Dumbledore, stroking his beard reflectively
as he listened to Sirius’ report. After eating a late lunch after returning from their scouting
trip, the group had joined Dumbledore and the rest of his team in the headmaster’s tent.

“But we don’t know how we can get down to them,” said Sirius. “We thought it better to report
what we found rather than risk detection.”

“Perfectly correct,” said Dumbledore. “But we’ve got to find a way down there before we commit
our forces. We don’t want to be caught out in the open.”

“Should we go back?” asked Harry, hopefully.

“No Harry,” said Dumbledore. “I spoke to minister Fudge earlier this morning, and he’s been able
to muster together only five full teams of Aurors to help us, and that includes some volunteers
from America. I think it might be best if we send one of those teams to spy out the place, and try
to see where the Nephilim emerge from below the city. Then we can all join them when they send word
back to us.”

“I’d like to join that team,” said Snape. “As you know, I’m well versed in the techniques of
spying, so I could be of great help to them.”

“Thank you, Severus. I was hoping you’d say that. I’ll see Fudge immediately – the sooner we
know how to get at them, the sooner we can attack.”

Dumbledore and Snape walked over to the Ministry of Magic tents and walked inside. A few minutes
later, they came back out with Marcus Heatherington-Jones, who ran quickly over to a line of tents,
newly erected to house the five teams of Aurors.

Sirius and Oliver briefed John Ballot and his team, the one selected by Marcus to carry out the
spying mission, on what they would find when they arrived at Petra. John made a final check that
all his Aurors were equipped with the Muggle communication devices and then they walked over to
stand with Snape, who held out the Portkey for them all to grab. Oliver reflected sadly on all the
new faces in the team that had once been his – he had only known John – and he shook his head at
the realisation that the rest of his old comrades had fallen victim to the conflict.

After Snape and the others had gone, Sirius and Oliver walked back to the six youngsters and the
rest of the protectors, who were waiting to start yet another foray in pursuit of Death Eaters.
Dumbledore had consented to one more action, but had then insisted that they rest up ready for the
coming conflict in the desert.

“I wonder where we’ll end up this time?” asked Ron. “I hope it’s the southern part of America –
Eastern Europe is even colder than Wales!”

Harry, Hermione and Draco disappeared, followed a minute or so later by the rest of the
group.

***

“This way,” said Snape, leading the way into the sandy clearing in front of the Treasury
building at Petra.

“What do you suggest Severus?” asked John, happy to rely on the greater spying experience of the
Potions Master.

“We checked around this area when we were here earlier,” he replied, and then pointed to the
wide track leading to the right. “The centre of Petra is most probably that way.”

John motioned for his team to split up and hug the sides of the cliffs, and then he and Snape
followed them as they all made their way cautiously along the track.

“What exactly are we looking for?” asked John quietly. “Should we expect to find some sort of
entrance going down below ground?”

“I very much doubt it John,” replied Snape. “Since not even the archaeologists have found a
trace of Irem, I’d expect the entrance to be very well concealed, and most probably protected by a
magical spell.”

“So how are we going to find it?”

“All we can do, I think, is to spread the team out around the city and wait for something to
happen – the Nephilim are bound to come out sooner or later. But be sure to tell everyone to remain
well hidden, and when the Nephilim appear, not to do anything to give themselves away. We’ll just
let them go, and then follow them back to their lair when they return.”

“I’d better send one of them back to the Treasury building,” said John. “For all we know, the
entrance could be there somewhere, even though you checked it out earlier.”

Snape nodded and walked quietly alongside John. After about three hundred yards or so, the track
started to widen, and they came to the centre of the city. John directed several of his Aurors to
hide among some of the ruined structures, strategically placed to afford the maximum view of the
surrounding area, and then led the remaining team members further. After half an hour, only Snape,
John and one other remained, everyone else having been allocated a vantage point.

John left his last Auror at the base of a path, signposted as the way up to ‘El-Deir’, and then
walked with Snape along a rising path up to a monument that stood on a hill overlooking the city
centre. There they settled down to wait amid some fallen masonry towards the edge of the hill,
looking out over a fairly wide expanse of the city.

For the next two hours nothing stirred down in the derelict city. Snape looked up and saw the
sun approach the red cliffs. “It’s going to be dark soon,” he said, and then stiffened as John
caught his arm and eased him further down towards the ground.

Snape followed John’s nod and looked in the direction of the path leading up to El-Deir. He
shuddered when he caught sight of a large number of ten-foot tall horrors trundling down the path,
and listened as John whispered into his radio to warn the rest of his team. The Auror hidden at the
bottom of the path tried to push himself further into his hiding place as the monsters streamed
past his position, and hoped that they couldn’t hear the thudding of his heart as it beat rapidly
inside his chest.

Everybody let out a sigh of relief when the Nephilim disappeared from sight, finally filing out
through the cleft in the cliff walls and out into the desert.

“Get your men down to the start of that path,” said Snape, getting up from his cramped position.
“We’ll have to find places to hide up there and try to spot where they go when they return.”

Just over half an hour later, John and Snape looked down onto the imposing building that was
El-Deir from their position high up on the cliff wall. The rest of the team was positioned around
the tops of the cliffs overlooking the monastery, and one – a brave volunteer - was actually
inside. They had all helped to cover the man with rocks taken from the floor inside the building,
making sure to leave a small spy-hole so that he had an uninterrupted view.

It was quite dark when they heard the deep-throated laughter coming from the trail leading into
the monastery enclosure. Snape frowned at the evil sound, knowing that it was as a result of a
successful raid. He wondered grimly how many poor souls had been taken this night. Again they all
hunkered down when they saw the first of the monsters come into sight. They were laughing and
remonstrating among themselves, and John hoped that their preoccupation would help to keep his
Auror safe inside the building.

For the next five minutes they streamed through the gap in the cliff and walked into El-Deir.
Finally, all was silent and they all scrambled down to the lone Auror, who was waiting at the
entrance to the building.

“Did you spot where they went?” asked Snape.

The Auror nodded. “They went to a low sort of altar at the back of the chamber. The first was
holding a black arrow-shaped thing – he must have placed it somewhere behind the altar. Then the
altar rose up to leave a hole in the ground with steps leading down – they went down, five at a
time, the ones at the top waiting for a few moments before following on down.”

“Let’s take a closer look inside,” said John.

They went into the chamber and walked over to the altar, where Snape knelt on the floor, holding
his illuminated wand low to the ground. “There’s a depression here,” he said. “That arrow-shaped
thing must be some sort of magical key.”

“So how are we going to get down there?” asked John. “We haven’t got a key!”

“We don’t!” exclaimed Snape. “It’s as I thought – and there’s probably another process they go
through after this altar stone is removed. They must have been waiting for that process to be
completed before each group of five followed them down. We’ve found where the entrance to Irem is,
but I’m afraid it doesn’t help us very much. We’ll just have to find another way in, somehow.”

“But how are we going to do that?” asked John. “I wouldn’t know how to go about finding it!”

“Neither would I,” said Snape. “I think we’ll have to rely on the special powers of the Anima
Summas to do that.”

***

Everyone was relieved when Snape and the team returned to Craig Cerrig-Gleisiad. Dumbledore, in
particular, had been very relieved that the Nephilim hadn’t been able to detect the Aurors – he’d
feared that they’d be able to ‘smell’ the souls of the hidden team. But although the entrance to
Irem was barred to them, at least they now knew that a large force could remain hidden, provided
that great caution was exercised, while another entrance was sought.

They had decided to take their forces into Petra and set up camp well away from the path the
Nephilim took from their lair beneath El-Deir down to the cleft in the cliffs. Snape, anticipating
the move, had relocated the Portkey away from the cleft to the far north east of the city – in a
deep wadi.

The hanging valley of Craig Cerrig-Gleisiad was almost deserted after the last of Dumbledore’s
force of about 135 left for Petra the following night. The force was joined at the last moment by
‘Mad Eye’ Moody and several of his best trainees. He said that there was not a chance in hell that
he’d miss out on the action. Only Winky and Dobby remained to serve Jules, Fudge and his few
remaining staff, together with one or two of the French contingent. Demont, Anne-Marie and most of
their French colleagues had returned to France a few days ago, desperate to gather together the
remaining ministry employees who were scattered around the country in small outlying offices and
facilities. They also wanted to recruit a lot more people from the magical community to build up
their depleted ranks of Aurors.

The first thing that Dumbledore did was to place powerful wards around their campsite, while
Marcus directed several Aurors to keep a look out at the top of the steep sided wadi. Then the
headmaster called a meeting to work out their strategy for finding a way down to Irem, and what
they’d do when they got there. It was decided that only Harry and Hermione would search for an
alternative entrance – it would be less likely that only two roaming around the ancient city would
be spotted by any observant Death Eater or Nephilim.

“We can look at the places closest to the campsite first,” said Hermione as they all studied the
map of Petra, which Ginny had earlier found in the library. “We can check along the north wall of
the city – it’ll be easy to keep out of sight there – and onto that line of rock tombs leading into
the centre. We’ll have to be careful when we get there though – we’ll be in plain view of anyone
watching from the path up to El-Deir.”

“Haven’t you got a spell to make you invisible?” asked Ron.

Harry looked at Hermione, searching deep within his newly acquired memory of ancient spells.
“There might be one,” he said. “It’s similar to the protective force field we can generate.”

Hermione nodded. “I think it should keep us concealed.”

They looked up when one of the guards rushed into the tent. “There’s movement towards the centre
of the city,” he said. “It’s hard to make it out in the dark, but judging from all the illuminated
wands we can see, I’d say there’s a large force of Death Eaters out there.”

“You stay here,” said Sirius, as he nodded for Harry and Oliver to join him. They ran quickly
out of the tent and scrambled up the side of the wadi behind the Auror.

“There.” The auror pointed to the middle of the city, where a row of moving lights wound their
way up towards the start of the path leading up to El-Deir.

Harry clasped his hand to his forehead as he felt the first twinges of pain in his scar. “He’s
there,” he said. “Voldemort’s with them.”

Sirius counted roughly a hundred and fifty moving lights, and watched until the last of them
disappeared up the path. Then the three went back down into the wadi and walked into the tent.

“He’s arrived,” said Sirius. “Harry’s scar started hurting – I counted about a hundred and fifty
of them.” Oliver nodded in agreement.

“We’d better get some sleep,” said Dumbledore. “Tomorrow’s going to be a very hard day for us
all.”

Harry and Hermione started their search just after dawn the following morning. Everyone was
there to see them off, except Ron, who was still finishing his breakfast. Before they climbed out
of the wadi, they held hands and said the spell they’d thought of the previous night. At first, the
familiar silvery blue light shot from their upraised hands and fanned out to cover them. Then it
shimmered and disappeared, as did Harry and Hermione.

“Cool!” exclaimed Ginny. “Are you still there?”

“We’re still here, Ginny,” said Harry, “but not for long. We’ll see you later, hopefully with
good news.”

They walked towards a ruined tower that marked the corner of the north wall of the city, and
spent a few minutes checking for anything unusual. Then, not finding anything, they walked along
the crumbling wall towards a line of tombs cut into the rock. They looked closely at the wall as
they walked, looking for any odd formation or inscription, but they could see nothing of
interest.

Hermione checked the map when they reached the first of the tombs. “It’s the tomb of Sextius
Florentinus,” she said. “He was the Roman governor of the city in the second century.”

They looked up at the swirling patterns in the red sandstone rock, and the open entrance that
led into the dark interior.

“The outside looks like a face,” muttered Harry. “And the doorway looks like a gaping maw. Very
odd.”

They walked slowly into the dark interior of the tomb, and found that they had to end their
invisibility spell so that they could use their wands to illuminate the place – the light couldn’t
escape from the force field. It wasn’t very big inside, just a small chamber with a niche cut into
the rock wall at the back to hold the body of the ancient Roman governor. Thankfully, he wasn’t in
residence any longer.

“There’s something here,” said Hermione. “I can feel it – a sort of tingling sensation coming
from the left-hand corner.”

Harry caught hold of Hermione’s hand and led her over to the roughly hewn corner of the tomb.
They raised their wands and closely examined the walls and floor, looking for the source of the
magical irritation. Hermione felt her wand being drawn to a spot on the rock about four feet above
the floor, but when she looked at it closely, there didn’t appear to be anything there.

She shook her head in frustration. “There’s something drawing me to this area of rock,” she
said, “but I can’t see anything!”

She placed her wand on the wall and watched, fascinated, as it started to move under its own
volition, scraping over the rock right into the corner to the right and then along the back wall
for a few inches, where it came to rest. Harry lowered his arm and placed his wand next to
Hermione’s, then jumped as the spot where their wands touched started to shimmer and glow. The
outlines of two hieroglyphic characters slowly appeared on the face of the rock, shining with a
silvery glow against the dark red sandstone.

“Open me,” said Hermione, translating the ancient Egyptian.

Harry placed his wand directly on the glyphs and said, *“ALOHOMORA.”*

They turned their heads at the sound of rock moving against rock and walked over to the niche in
the back wall. The stone slab that had been laid in the niche to support the Roman governor’s body
had moved into a recess at the side, revealing a dark opening.

“Do you think this is it?” asked Harry. “The way down to Irem?”

“I don’t know, Harry,” said Hermione doubtfully. “It’s all a bit… too convenient don’t you
think? We’ve only been searching for about half an hour.”

Harry grinned at the sceptical look on his girlfriend’s face. “We’re not on the quest any
longer, Hermione. I think you’ve come to expect problems to be complicated and difficult to solve –
just accept that we’ve had a bit of luck for a change.”

“I don’t know, Harry…” she said, still sceptical.

“Look, Osiris and Isis probably left that message when they came here. They probably found this
back-door entrance to the city, and marked the place for their helpers to follow them down or
something.”

“Well if that’s the case, there’s definitely something fishy about it! The tomb wouldn’t have
been here in Osiris and Isis’ time!” Hermione now had a determined look on her face.

“The Roman tomb might not have been,” Harry persisted, “but it was probably a more ancient tomb
or cave that was converted into a tomb, and the outside walls decorated.”

“I wish I had your optimism,” she said. “And we don’t even know if it leads down to the
city.”

“Well there’s only one way to find out.”

Harry leaned over and lowered his wand into the opening, seeing that it dropped down to a rough
rocky path about six feet below, which sloped down to the left. He jumped up onto the lip of the
opening and eased himself down, bracing his arms on the sides as he lowered himself down to the
floor.

“Come on, I’ll help you,” he whispered as he looked up at Hermione’s face staring down at him
from the opening above.

Hermione’s head disappeared, to be replaced by her legs as they dangled down into the gap. Harry
reached up and caught around her waist, supporting her as she dropped down beside him. They stood
looking at each other, their faces very close together, as they held each other tight for a few
moments. Then they reluctantly broke apart and held their illuminated wands in front of them to
look at their surroundings. Then they shuffled down the rocky path to the left, stopping when it
turned to the right and bent back on itself at a 180-degree angle. They followed the path on down,
as it doglegged to the left and right several times – always leading lower beneath the ground.

After a few minutes, the path levelled off and turned abruptly to the right. Harry caught
Hermione’s hand and eased her behind him as he peeked around the corner.

“There’s a short corridor about ten feet long,” he whispered. “Then it looks like it opens out
onto a larger area. We’d better put our wands out.”

They walked slowly into the corridor, feeling their way along in the darkness, until they
reached the far end, and stopped once more as they peered out into the gloom. They couldn’t see
very much – it was too dark – although there appeared to be a dull glow far to their right.

“There’s something over there,” said Harry, pointing in the direction of the diffuse light.

“Shhhh,” whispered Hermione, cocking her head to the side. “I think I can hear something.”

They both listened intently, hearing the faint sounds of low, guttural voices. As their eyes
became more accustomed to the gloom, they could just make out the shapes of two large pillars
rising from the floor, not more than ten yards away from where they stood.

“This *must* be Irem,” whispered Hermione. “The City of Pillars.”

“And those voices must be the Nephilim,” added Harry. “I wonder where Voldemort is?” He reached
up and felt his scar, which had started to tingle, but not painfully so. “He’s here, but he can’t
be very close to us.”

“We’d better get back up, Harry,” whispered Hermione. “We’ve got to tell the rest what we’ve
found.”

***

Lord Voldemort growled at Lucius and Crabbe, “Why are they keeping us waiting so long!”

Voldemort had led his forces into Irem the previous night after receiving a summons from Satani,
the leader of the Nephilim. Voldemort had taken the decision to keep his elite Death Eaters by his
side wherever he went, hoping that they’d attract the Anima Summas – but so far, it hadn’t worked.
When they’d arrived, Satani had told Voldemort that he and his followers were needed to open the
Gate, so that the Nephilim, now fully sated by the souls they’d devoured, could regurgitate some of
them through the portal to their remaining numbers still in the Dark Realm. But he’d sent them to
the far end of the city to await his call – he’d said that they had to enact a long and complicated
ritual within the Temple of Gates to prepare for the regurgitation process, which must remain
hidden from the eyes of the uninitiated.

Lucius had found a large building built into the far cliff face, suitable for holding their
forces, and there they’d waited all night and into the morning. Almost all the Death Eaters had
slept, but Voldemort couldn’t. He was impatient to open the Gate and then return to his main
objective of flushing out the Anima Summas. And when he’d disposed of them, after taking their
ancient knowledge and spells for himself, he’d concentrate on the task of dealing with the
Nephilim.

Voldemort had no doubt that Satani intended to kill him as soon as his usefulness was at an end,
but before that happened, his powers would be enhanced by Potter and Granger – and he still had the
Disc of Gates, of course.

Wormtail and Travis, who’d been sent to the far end of the city to spy on what was going on in
the Temple of Gates, rushed into the building, panting from the exertions of their long run.

“My Lord,” said Wormtail, gasping to regain his breath. “There’s a force of Aurors at the far
right corner of the city – we saw them file out of a tunnel in the rock wall.”

“Who’s leading them?” hissed Voldemort.

Travis shook his head as he answered. “They were too far away to get a good look. We saw about
fifty of them, and more were pouring out of the tunnel when we decided to come straight back here
to tell you.”

“We thought that you’d want to know as soon as possible,” added Wormtail.

Voldemort grunted, then called for his men to follow him towards the centre of the city.

“They’ll be attracted towards all that noise that the Nephilim are making in the Temple of
Gates,” said Voldemort, addressing Lucius and Crabbe as they walked at the head of the Death Eater
force along a wide avenue. “Crabbe – take Travis, Wormtail and half my servants and go towards the
far right of the city. When you hear the sound of battle, take them from behind. Lucius, we’ll take
the rest of the men and aim to ambush them before they reach the temple.”

The Death Eaters split ranks when they reached the centre of the city, half branching to the
right and half to the left. As they approached the far left corner of the cavern, Voldemort’s group
moved with a lot more caution – keeping their eyes and ears peeled for movement.

“They can’t have come past this spot yet,” said Lucius. “Shall I position the men ready for an
ambush?”

Voldemort nodded. “When you’ve finished, come back to wait by my side. I want you to relay my
orders to the others when the fighting starts.”

***

A little earlier, Marcus Heatherington-Jones had been the first one to emerge from the tunnel,
closely followed by John Ballot and three teams of Aurors. Marcus had insisted that his men enter
the city first to make sure that it was safe for the rest to follow on behind.

“It seems to be all clear, Professor,” John whispered as he went back into the tunnel and spoke
to Dumbledore. “But there’s strange noises coming from the far end of the city, and we can see an
odd greenish glow coming from the same direction. It’s not very bright, but at least it gives off
enough diffuse light to just make our way in the gloom.”

Dumbledore nodded and turned to Sirius, gesturing for him to lead the others out into the City
of Pillars. The protectors emerged from the tunnel, surrounding the six teens and Professor
Dumbledore. Then came Fred, George, Alicia, Angelina, Lee, Snape, Flitwick, McGonagall, ‘Mad Eye’
and his three trainees, the ministry staff and the last two teams of Aurors bringing up the
rear.

Marcus held up his hand before they proceeded into the city and quietly called for the
team-leaders, Sirius and Dumbledore to join him at the head of the column. “These buildings and
avenues look to be very tightly packed,” he said. “I think we’d better not use the automated
capabilities of the Relocators – it’ll cause as much confusion to our men as it will to the Death
Eaters. Pass the message that they should be used in manual mode – like the original
Relocators.”

Marcus sent John Ballot and his team to scout ahead along the path that skirted the right-hand
wall that enclosed the city, and another team further into the ruins and along a parallel path,
protecting their left flank. They proceeded slowly, exercising great caution, hearing the noise
made by the Nephilim become louder with every step they took.

“Whatever they’re doing,” said Dumbledore, “seems to be building to a crescendo.”

“What about Voldemort?” asked Harry. “Do you think he’s with them?”

Dumbledore shook his head. “There’s no way of knowing that, Harry. How’s your scar?”

“It’s tingling, Professor, and it seems to be getting worse.”

Hermione reached out and held Harry’s hand, sending soothing thoughts into his mind, trying to
ease his discomfort. Harry grinned at her – it certainly seemed to be helping. His mind was working
overtime now, anticipating the coming conflict and trying to work out how he and Hermione could
best deal with the evil forces that were so near at last. He sent his thoughts to his girlfriend,
feeling her own mixture of excitement and fear. Three years – three long years on the quest. And
now, all they had learned and accumulated on those quests would very soon be put to the ultimate
test. They felt confident in their newly acquired abilities – but they hoped that they would be up
to the task when it came down to the bottom line, as it inevitably would.

They walked on – the light from the far end of the city was now making it a lot easier for them
to see the path ahead. They passed a broad avenue to their left, leading into the depths of the
city, but they ignored it and carried straight on, keeping the cliff wall to their immediate right.
The group was spread out over a distance of about a hundred yards along the path.

At the front of the group, John Ballot could just make out, in the distance, where the path came
up to the far wall. The noise and glow was now over towards their left, coming from a building set
against the back wall. He stopped, and held up his hand. Some instinct born of long experience in
the field was telling him that all was not well. He turned and led his men back towards the main
group following on behind and walked up to Sirius and Marcus.

“There’s something wrong,” he said. “I don’t know what exactly, but I can feel it in my bones -
I think we should branch off into the city and find another way.”

“Do you think there’s a trap…” Sirius started to say, but dropped to the floor, pulling Ceri
down beside him when he heard and saw curses flashing towards them from the building on the left of
the path about fifty yards ahead.

“Get down, all of you,” he shouted, but needn’t have bothered - they’d all already followed
Sirius’ lead and flung themselves down, watching the beams of energy whiz harmlessly overhead.

“We’ve got to get off this path,” shouted Marcus. “You and your team cover us John – we’ll get
further into the city and try to take them from that side.”

John’s team laid down a barrage of spells, aiming in the general direction of the ambushers,
allowing Marcus and the rest to crawl across to the cover of the buildings on their left, and then
through the narrow alleys to the next walkway where they met up with the flanking team of
Aurors.

John then directed his team to ease their way across to the comparative safety of the buildings,
and not before time as a large group of Death Eaters came charging up the path behind them,
peppering their position with powerful spells that flung showers of masonry down just in front of
where they lay.

Marcus, hearing the sounds of spells from their rear, sent two teams to help John and his men,
while he led the remaining two teams into the jumble of structures towards their first attackers,
leaving the rest sheltering amongst the ancient buildings. The sounds of curses and spells filled
the air, as the two opposing sides came to grips with each other. A loud explosion rocked the city
as Voldemort unleashed an incredibly powerful spell from the Disc of Gates towards the buildings
flanking the path, destroying two of the structures and burying ten of John’s group beneath a
jumble of masonry.

Another explosion buried five more Aurors beneath falling rubble, forcing John and the remaining
Aurors further back into the city, where they joined up with Dumbledore and his group.

“Voldemort’s using the Disc,” gasped John. “We haven’t got a hope.”

“The Nephilim!” shouted Sirius, seeing several huge shapes moving quickly towards them from
behind.

“Do what you can to hold off the Death Eaters here,” said Dumbledore, piercing John Ballot with
a determined stare. “I’ll see what I can do to keep those monsters at bay.”

Ten huge Nephilim emerged from the gloom, not forty yards away, their slobbering mouths and low
growls indicating that they were out for more than just blood. The six friends and their protectors
joined up with John’s men, lending their support to the beleaguered Aurors. Harry and Hermione
joined hands and sent spell after spell at the attackers, immobilising several groups, while at the
same time staring intently into the gloom, scouring the area for any sign of Voldemort.

Dumbledore stood alone against the ten Nephilim, who roared as they approached his position. He
stood up straight, pointed his wand at a spot just in front of them, and spoke the spell that sent
a bright green beam, which hit the ground five yards from the leading ogre, who took two steps
forward and three back as he collided with the powerful force field that rose from the ground.

The Nephilim roared with frustration as they tried to break through, but they were effectively
blocked. The monster on their left flank grunted and called for his colleagues to abandon their
efforts to break through, hearing the sounds of fighting over towards their left. They quickly
turned and faded into the alleyways, heading towards Marcus and his group.

“Harry, Hermione!” shouted Dumbledore. The pair ran quickly over to the headmaster – their
powerful spells had held up the attacking Death Eaters and forced them to take cover, giving Sirius
and the others time to regroup and find better cover.

Dumbledore pointed in the direction where the Nephilim had disappeared. “Help me contain those
Nephilim - they’ve gone after Marcus and his Aurors.”

The three moved swiftly, listening to the sounds of spells to guide them, but glanced at each
other worriedly when the sounds started to ease, only to be replaced by the heartrending sound of
terrified screams and shouts. They redoubled their speed, and soon came upon the terrible scene –
the Nephilim had taken the Aurors unawares from behind, and had decimated their numbers. The empty
shells of almost thirty of them lay on the ground, their souls ripped from their bodies, while
Marcus and his remaining men huddled together behind a low wall, trying to keep the huge shapes at
bay by laying down a barrage of spells – most of which bounced harmlessly off the beasts. Their
Relocators had been completely ineffective against the unconventional attack of the Nephilim.

Dumbledore once more sent the spell that erected a barrier between the Nephilim and the Aurors,
while Harry and Hermione joined hands and pointed their palms at the slobbering attackers, who
turned and started towards them.

*“NAHU DUGU ISTEN.”* They watched as the silvery-blue beam covered the Nephilim and then
faded. The Nephilim stopped in their tracks and a glazed expression entered their eyes. Then they
turned and walked slowly back in the direction of the temple.

Lucius and the other Death Eaters had watched the action unfold from the windows of the
buildings in which they were hiding. Initially, they laughed as the Nephilim started to eat the
souls of the Aurors, happy to be cast in the role of mere spectators, but shrank back in fear when
Dumbledore and the Anima Summas had appeared. Lord Voldemort, who had made a brief foray to help
his men attacking John Ballot’s group, returned to Lucius’ side just as the Nephilim were banished
back to the temple.

“Potter!” he hissed, and raised the Disc of Gates, ready to send the spell he’d been reserving
for the Anima Summas. But he was frustrated when he found that Marcus and his remaining ten Aurors
obscured his aim as they ran swiftly towards Dumbledore and the two teens, and then followed them
back towards their main group.

“Follow them!” shouted Voldemort as he led his men out of the buildings. “Some of you try to
flush out Potter and Granger. Get them to chase you back here so that I can get one good shot at
them.” Then he put his hand on Lucius’ arm. “Wait here with me, Lucius.”

Meanwhile, Dumbledore and his group had rejoined the others, who had arranged themselves behind
cover in a rough semi-circle to repel the Death Eaters attacking from the direction of the path
that skirted the boundary cliff walls of the city. The defensive circle was completed with the
arrival of Marcus and the others, and Harry and Hermione moved from building to building trying to
join back up with their four friends.

But some of the Death Eaters had started to disperse around to the sides, making the Aurors
constantly adjust their positions to keep them at bay. Wormtail, Travis and two others crept
silently around the side of a tall building. Travis held up his hand and grinned when he spotted
Ron, Margot and Ginny crouching behind a low wall about ten yards away, their backs fully exposed
to their fire. He gestured for the other three to follow him from behind the building, and then
they pointed their wands, ready to send the three teens into oblivion.

But they never managed to say the spells – the ghostly form of Draco Malfoy flew down from his
vantage point overlooking his friends and moaned eerily as he drifted towards the attackers, moving
right through the astonished Wormtail and Travis, causing them to yell with fright as they felt the
cold enter their bodies. Ron turned and sent a stunning spell, which whizzed past Wormtail’s head,
but Ginny and Margot were more accurate as their spells caught the other two Death Eaters, sending
them to the ground, unconscious. Travis and Wormtail turned and rushed behind the cover of the
building and made their way back to the safety of the main Death Eater force.

Harry and Hermione arrived to hear the three thank Draco for his timely intervention, and sank
down beside them.

“Ten of those Nephilim attacked Marcus’ group,” said Hermione. “We managed to calm them down and
send them back to the their temple, but not before they sucked the souls out of thirty Aurors. If
the rest of them join the fight, I dread to think what will happen.”

“We’re going over there to try to stop them coming out,” said Harry. “You stay here with Sirius
and the others.” He pointed to a low building about fifteen yards to the left. “They’re in
there.”

“We’d better go towards the centre of the city and approach the temple from that side,” said
Hermione. Harry nodded and caught her hand as they moved quickly, ducking low to the ground, back
towards the main thoroughfare they’d spotted earlier.

Ron glanced at the two girls and whispered, “I’m not letting them face those things on their own
– I’m going to follow them in case they need some help. Coming Draco?”

Ron moved swiftly in the direction that Harry and Hermione had gone, not waiting for Draco to
answer, but turned when he heard footsteps behind him. “You two stay with Sirius,” he gasped when
he saw Ginny and Margot following him.

“Ron’s right,” added Draco. “It’ll be too dangerous where we’re going.”

“Bog off!” exclaimed Ginny, turning towards Margot and winking. “We’ve stuck together all this
time, and we’re not splitting up now!”

Ron sighed, but knew better than to argue any further – not only would it be a complete waste of
breath, it might attract the attentions of any lurking Death Eaters. He turned and ran quickly
after his two friends, not wanting to let them get too far in front. The sounds of fighting
gradually diminished as the four moved towards the centre of the city, always keeping the Anima
Summas just within their sight.

***

Alicia nudged Fred and nodded her head over towards the right. She leaned close and whispered in
his ear, “I saw movement over there – I think some of them are trying to get around behind us.”

Fred likewise nudged George and Lee, while Alicia whispered into Angelina’s ear. George told the
ministry employees what they were going to do, then the five moved out from behind their cover and
crept quietly in the direction of the flanking Death Eaters. Fred held up his hand and stopped when
he heard the scrape of a shoe against the rough ground just around the corner of the building they
were standing behind.

He turned and whispered quietly into George’s ear, “Take the others around the other side of the
building and come up behind them – I’ll keep them busy on this side.”

Fred waited until the other four disappeared around the back end of the building, and smiled at
Alicia, who looked worriedly at him, and then took a deep breath. He ran quickly from behind his
cover onto the rough path that ran alongside the building, and stared at the eight Death Eaters as
he poked out his tongue, while at the same time jamming his thumbs into his ears and wagging his
fingers at them in the age-old gesture of contempt.

The Death Eaters were initially taken aback, but soon recovered and sent eight powerful beams
towards Fred, who Relocated safely five yards to his right. Again the Death Eaters sent their
curses, and again Fred’s Relocator moved him back to safety behind the cover of the building. The
black-cloaked figures went to follow, but were sent reeling by the volley of spells that hit them
from behind. Fred stepped back out from behind the building and added his stunning spells to those
that continued to be flung by his friends.

They all looked down with satisfaction at the eight unconscious Death Eaters, and Alicia hugged
her boyfriend. “You’re a stupid git!” she hissed. “You didn’t have to expose yourself like that –
we could have taken them without that performance!”

Fred just smiled, the adrenalin pumping through his veins, and led the group back to their
original position.

***

Harry and Hermione approached the temple from the left-hand side, recoiling from the hideous
form of the petrified Plonger, the oblivious sentinel gazing out onto the city from his frozen pose
beside the temple entrance. The pair averted their eyes and concentrated on the eerie glow issuing
from the doorway, but turned quickly when they heard footsteps approaching from behind.

“Don’t look at that!” hissed Harry as he saw Draco and his three friends come into view. Of
course, all four glanced up and just caught sight of the right side of Plonger’s face before
staggering against the wall of the temple, feeling sick. Draco, obviously, didn’t feel sick, but he
still felt some of the horror that the unfortunate Death Eater must have felt before his death.

“What the hell are you doing here!” said Harry. “We told you to stay with the others!”

“We came just in case you need a bit of help with that lot,” said Ron, looking towards the
temple entrance.

Hermione gasped, her eyes full of worry. “Stay outside!” she said pointedly. “And if they get
past us, just run for it!”

Harry held his girlfriends hand and they edged towards the doorway, peering inside at the
demonic scene. They both gasped when they saw the horror of what was going on. The circular chamber
was filled with the huge, prancing forms of the Nephilim, although ten of them stood quietly at the
back, seemingly unaware of the furore that was going on around them. Just above the top of a black
alter at the centre of temple floated a shimmering, sickly green mass - a roughly spherical jumble
of writhing light. Within the light, the pair could see the agonised undulations of what must have
been the souls that the Nephilim had captured. One of the Nephilim stood at the top of the steps
leading up at the altar, looking back down at his colleagues, an evil smile on his face, as he
addressed them.

Harry and Hermione moved further into the doorway, trying to get a better view of the features
on the ugly face of the Nephilim at the top of the altar. “Satan!” breathed Hermione, her face
twisting in distaste.

The four friends moved to stand behind Harry and Hermione when they heard the dreaded name,
wanting to see what the fabled devil looked like. They watched and listened.

“It is done!” said Satani, his powerful voice filling the chamber. “The soul food is now ready
to be sent to our colleagues who wait impatiently in the Dark Realm. Soon, our number will be
sufficient to impose our will on this realm. Dark times, the like of which these puny beings have
not seen for thousands of years, will soon be upon them.”

He paused, raising his hand and pointing at the doorway. “We have more guests,” he said, smiling
evilly at Harry, Hermione and their friends. “It is not too late for them to join the food
sphere.”

The Nephilim stopped their prancing and turned to face the doorway, their eyes gleaming evilly
as they saw the youngsters standing there. They started to surge forward, but stopped when they
heard the command from Satani. “Hold for a moment! There is one that I wish to feed on myself. Her
aura of innocence fills me with great longing.”

Satani’s evil gaze had alighted on Ginny. He pointed his finger at her and spoke several
unintelligible words. A thin green beam emerged from his fingertip and alighted on the terrified
redhead. Then, her face contorted in agony as she felt a terrible wrenching deep inside her very
being.

Draco, seeing what was about to happen, flew swiftly into the room and swooped up to the altar,
swirling around Satani’s ugly head. The Nephilim, distracted by the unexpected attack, broke his
concentration and the thin beam of light faded. Ginny staggered back against the side of the
entranceway, gasping as she tried to recover her senses. Satani roared and reached out towards
Draco, trying to grab hold of the ghost and suck him into his gaping maw.

Draco stopped for a moment and blinked. Then he grinned and spoke. “What’s the matter Satan?
Can’t you eat me? No – of course you can’t – I’m a ghost already!”

Again Satani roared, realising that the Nephilim could feed only on souls freshly extracted from
the living physical body, but he again extended his hand and sent a broader beam of green light
that surrounded Draco in an eerie green glow. Draco’s eyes flew wide and he tried to drift back to
his friends, but he couldn’t move, held firm in the strange green force field.

Harry and Hermione joined hands and pointed their palms at the green glow surrounding Draco.
*“WUSSURU,”* they shouted. The green glow sparked for a few moments and then dissipated,
releasing Draco from its hold and allowing him to float back towards his friends.

Satani’s eyes narrowed, looking intently at Harry and Hermione. “The Anima Summas,” he
whispered, more to himself than to the other Nephilim. Then he raised his head higher and pointed
at them. “Take them!” he shouted.

Harry and Hermione turned and pointed their palms at their four friends, saying a spell that
enclosed them in a shimmering silvery-blue light and out of harm’s way. Then they turned back to
face the Nephilim hoard that was quickly approaching, listening with distaste to their joyous
shouts of anticipation.

***

The situation was becoming very grim, but despite their backs being firmly pressed against the
proverbial wall, little Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall seemed to be enjoying
themselves. They’d worked out a ploy and were putting it into practice with great vigour and
enthusiasm.

They were crouched behind a mound of rubble, but Professor Flitwick needn’t have bothered – his
diminutive form would have been hidden even if he’d stood up straight. McGonagall stood on tiptoes
and peered over the top of rubble. Then she ducked back down when she saw a curse coming from the
corner of a building twenty yards to her right.

“Over to the right, Filius. Just at the corner of the large building,” she whispered.

Flitwick nodded and jumped up into the air, spotting his target the instant his head popped up
over the top of their cover. He quickly aimed his wand and sent a charm at the corner of the
building. As soon as his feet landed back on the ground, McGonagall stretched up once more and held
her wand towards their target.

A loud shriek could be clearly heard and a terrified Death Eater rushed from behind the
building, staring wide-eyed at the huge dragon that was stalking him. McGonagall took more precise
aim and sent a stunning spell, which hit the Death Eater on the side of his head. He sank down to
the ground, unconscious, while the dragon just popped out of existence.

“Did you get him Minerva?” asked Flitwick.

McGonagall grinned and nodded. “That was a very impressive dragon you conjured up Filius.”

The little professor ginned in turn and pointed to the top of the mound of rubble, wanting
McGonagall to spot the next target.

Further along the defensive line, Sirius ducked instinctively as a powerful curse hit the top of
the wall behind which he was standing, showering him with bits of debris. He stood back up and sent
a spell in return, but the Death Eater had already ducked down behind his cover out of harm’s
way.

Sirius had led the protectors over to Marcus’ position, helping to bolster his depleted forces
against the chasing Death Eaters. The fight was furious and deadly – no quarter was asked or given.
Both sides knew that this was the definitive battle in the conflict – and the future of the world
hung in the balance. But the balance was tipping in the Death Eaters’ favour.

Sirius looked around their defensive position, quickly assessing their remaining number. “Fifty
left – only fifty!” he breathed. Then he turned to Ceri and Remus who stood at his side. “Where’re
Harry and the others!”

Ceri shook her head. “They went over to the other four when we came back with Marcus’ group,”
she said, “but I haven’t seen them since.”

Sirius gasped in frustration, and then ducked once more as a portion of the wall above his head
was once more reduced to rubble. He wasn’t to know that Voldemort’s forces had also been decimated
by the battle – mostly by the Anima Summas who had effectively isolated several large groups so
that they could no longer take part in the fight. Even Voldemort was unaware of his losses – only
eighty Death Eaters remained, but they still outnumbered the Aurors and their supporters, and still
held the upper hand.

Voldemort stood back from his front-line troops, taking a position at the corner of a ruined
temple where he could keep a look out for the Anima Summas. He held his ultimate weapon in check –
wanting to reserve it for the moment when he unleashed the curse that would end the Anima Summas’
existence on this Earth. For the moment, he was content to let his followers whittle away at the
defenders.

Snape and Dumbledore crawled over to crouch beside Sirius, Remus and Ceri. “Severus has a plan
that might just work,” said Dumbledore.

Sirius nodded, but couldn’t help pouring out his worries to the headmaster. “Professor – we’ve
lost sight of Harry and the other five!”

“I wouldn’t worry too much about them,” said the assured voice of Dumbledore. “They can look
after themselves – I suspect they’ve gone to tackle the Nephilim.”

Sirius stared at the headmaster and gasped, but he was powerless to do anything about the
situation. “What’s your plan, Snape?” he asked.

“I’ve spotted a chink in their ranks,” he said, pointing over his shoulder in the direction of
the path that flanked the boundary wall of the city. “After Harry and Hermione took out a large
part of their forces, I’ve been keeping an eye on that spot – and there hasn’t been any activity
there ever since. If some of us can sneak over there, we can come up behind the Death Eaters
attacking from the edge of the city and even up the odds a bit. What do you say?“

“Let’s try it,” he replied, indicating for Ceri, Remus, Oliver, Katie and Flitwick to follow
them. They kept low to the ground, running over to the right-hand side, where they found Fred and
his group huddled behind a building. “Fred, George – come with us,” he said. “You others had better
stay in case our little surprise doesn’t work out.”

The nine moved swiftly to their right, down narrow alleyways and around buildings, most of which
bore the signs of recent fighting, and into the gap spotted by Snape. As they moved closer to the
path skirting the cliff that marked the edge of the city, they proceeded with great caution, their
eyes and ears trying to detect where the attacking Death Eaters were. Snape stepped out onto the
path and waved for the rest to follow when he saw that it was all clear. Soon, the sounds of curses
and spells become louder and they started to walk into the jumble of buildings flanking the path,
seeking out targets for their surprise attack.

Sirius stopped and held up his hand, directing his colleagues to either end of where he stood.
There, their backs exposed to their full view, crouched more than twenty Death Eaters, rising from
their cover every so often to fling curses at the defending Aurors further inside the city. Sirius
held up three fingers and silently counted down for the attack to begin.

In the skirmish that followed, all twenty-four Death Eaters were stunned or otherwise
immobilised, while in return, Oliver, Flitwick and Ceri sustained superficial cuts from the flying
debris as the Dark forces panicked and flung wild, inaccurate curses at their attackers.

Sirius and Snape were congratulating themselves when a Flipendus curse came searing through the
air and caught Remus low down on his ankle, twisting his foot around into a painful and distorted
position. Sirius spun around and saw another ten Death Eaters emerge from behind a large pillar,
flinging curses that sent everyone flying for cover. Sirius roared with anger when he saw Wormtail
among the attackers. Sirius rose from behind a fallen chunk of stone and stared fixedly at his
archenemy, pointing his wand at him as he put sixteen long years of pent up anger and frustration
into the spell.

A bright beam of light shot from his wand and caught Wormtail in the middle of his stomach, the
powerful Flipendus sending him reeling backwards until his progress was stopped by one of the
massive pillars. Wormtail’s eyes flew wide as he stared with disbelief at Sirius – then his eyes
rolled up in their sockets as his life quickly drained away. He slid down the pillar to flop onto
the ground, leaving a trail of blood from the back of his crushed skull.

Travis and Crabbe stared at their colleague in horror, as did the other seven Death Eaters,
giving Snape and the others the opening to send them to the ground, stunned. Sirius continued to
stare at Wormtail’s body, not believing that at last the cruel betrayal of James and Lilly had been
avenged.

He blinked as Ceri shook him, bringing him back to full awareness of his surroundings, and
dragged him after the others, leaving Katie to do her best to ease Remus’ agony with a temporary
repair to his smashed ankle.

Sandwiched between the Aurors in front, and Sirius’ group behind, the remaining twenty Death
Eaters on that side of the battle stood no chance. Ten of them were stunned into unconsciousness,
and the other ten quickly surrendered.

As Snape had hoped, the tide had turned. Voldemort looked on with horror when he saw the enemy
run across to join the forces facing his remaining Death Eaters, correctly surmising that his
forces on the other flank had fallen. He began to get desperate, realising that he was now
outnumbered, and raised the Disc of Gates, sending out powerful beams of energy. Most of the
defenders managed to avoid the terrible power of the Disc of Gates, but four of them weren’t so
lucky. ‘Mad Eye’ and his three trainees had been crouching inside one of the buildings when it took
a direct hit from one of Voldemort’s energy beams, reducing it to rubble. Dumbledore and the others
looked on in horror when they saw ‘Mad-eye’s walking stick poking forlornly out from several huge
chucks of masonry. Nothing else could be seen amid the destruction, and nothing stirred in its
midst. Dumbledore quickly called the pitifully few Aurors and supporters together and covered them
with a protective force field – it wouldn’t stop the full force of one of Voldemort’s powerful
spells, but it would protect them from the flying masonry and debris they created.

The Death Eaters weren’t so lucky – Voldemort didn’t stop to think about protecting them from
collateral damage as his spells whizzed around them, burying some under falling buildings. One
errant curse crushed the base of one of the pillars, sending it tumbling to the city floor, and
bringing down tons of rock and sand from the weakened ceiling above. Another ten Death Eaters were
buried, but Dumbledore’s spell saved his own remaining forces from inevitable death.

Roaring with frustration, Voldemort broke off his attack and gestured for Lucius and his
remaining ten servants to follow him back towards the Temple of Gates, with the intention of
seeking long overdue help from Satani and his fellow Nephilim.

Dumbledore waited for several minutes before lifting the protective force field, making sure
that no more debris was left to fall from the heights above. Then he led the way across the city in
pursuit of Lord Voldemort.

***

Harry and Hermione looked on in horror at the approaching hoard of Nephilim. They could see that
the Nephilim were too numerous and spread out over the temple area for their ‘normal’ spells to be
effective in the scant seconds they had left before they were overwhelmed.

They glanced at each other, each sending the same thought, ‘Things can’t get much worse that
this! The special spell!’

They made sure that their rings touched as they held hands and spoke the spell that Anu had
placed in their minds in Atlantis. They were entering new territory – each ancient spell they’d
used up to now had been with their full knowledge; their full understanding of what would follow.
But this was different – neither of them knew what would happen when they invoked the mysterious
spell.

“ANKIDA SHI”

Their four friends, protected inside their force field, saw what happened next, but didn’t
really believe what they saw. Neither did the Nephilim as they stopped and stared at the amazing
event that unfolded before their eyes.

Harry and Hermione stood immobile as a glowing silvery-blue light rose from their joined hands,
and covered their bodies. The glow increased in intensity, becoming so intense that Harry and
Hermione faded from view inside the blinding light. Then, in a flash of released energy, the light
suddenly faded. But Harry and Hermione were no longer there.

Standing where they’d stood only moments before, was a single figure – a single glowing entity.
The entity turned slowly, looking down at its body, scrutinising its arms as it held them before
its gaze. Then, it spotted the four friends in the protective cocoon, and smiled, recognising them
for what they were – its friends.

Ginny’s mouth gaped open, staring at the glowing being with open admiration and awe. She saw
long brown hair, a cute slightly upturned nose, deep green eyes and a scar at the side of its
forehead. She saw Hermione and she saw Harry – merged into a single fabulous entity. Like her three
friends beside her, she also saw and felt the incredible feeling of goodness that oozed from the
entity. They weren’t sure if it was an Akh – a Shining One – or something new, something completely
beyond their ability to comprehend. They could only look on in wonder as Harry-Hermione turned once
more and faced the Nephilim.

Satani recovered his composure, and ordered his Nephilim to attack. But he couldn’t keep the
deep-rooted fear out of his eyes. This was the very thing that he’d been afraid of, the reason he’d
wanted Voldemort to kill the Anima Summas before he arrived from the Dark Realm. Now he could only
hope.

The Nephilim crowded around the shining being, extending their hands to exert their evil power
to get at its soul. But they couldn’t even touch it. Their hands came up against an invisible
barrier that defied their best attempts to break through. They slowly retreated into the temple,
towards their leader, followed closely by Harry-Hermione.

“You must return to your own realm,” said the voice of Harry-Hermione. “You threaten the harmony
and well-being of the Physical Realm. You must go now.”

Satani roared his defiance and sent a powerful beam of energy, which just dissipated harmlessly
in the shining aura given off by the entity. The other Nephilim, taking the lead of Satani, also
flung spells, but they too were completely ineffective.

Harry-Hermione looked sadly at the Nephilim and raised its hand. No spell was spoken, and no
beam of light issued from the extend palm. But the Gate beyond the black altar suddenly opened in a
flash of energy, its black core widening to form a shining portal of light.

Then, Harry-Hermione pointed its palm at the Nephilim hoard. Again, nothing was seen or heard,
but the huge satanic forms were raised above the ground, and sent slowly towards the open gate.
They cried out in fear and frustration as one by one, they were pulled through. Finally, only
Satani remained in the Physical Realm, still silently staring in defiance at the shining being.
Then, he too was sent through the portal, after which it closed in a blinding burst of white
light.

The four friends watched as Harry-Hermione turned once more to face them. They marvelled as they
saw it approach – it didn’t walk – it just drifted serenely over the ground. It then lifted its
hand once more, and the protective force field covering the friends dissipated. The entity smiled
benignly at its friends, and then looked beyond them as Dumbledore and the others arrived, panting
from their fast approach.

“Voldemort’s still out…” began Dumbledore, but was struck dumb when he saw Harry-Hermione
floating just beyond the four youngsters.

“Who… who’re you?” asked Sirius, looking wide-eyed at the entity as he walked over to stand
beside Ginny, but then just stared as he began to recognise the amalgamated features of Harry and
Hermione.

“What… how?” asked Ceri, breaking into a smile when she saw what was before her, and felt the
marvellous goodness radiating from it.

Then, without warning, the light surrounding Harry-Hermione started to flicker, and finally
dissipated in a blinding flash of light, causing everyone to shield their eyes from the glare. When
they looked once more, Harry and Hermione, now their normal two selves were sitting wearily on the
ground. Their four friends and Sirius rushed up and hugged them closely – even Draco.

“That was something else!” exclaimed Ron.

“How are you feeling?” asked Margot.

“Tired,” replied Hermione, smiling at Harry. “So tired.”

They reached out their hands and made contact, smiling as they relived the incredible
experience. Ever since becoming the Anima Summas, they’d each known what the other thought and how
the other felt. But this was different – to actually *be* the other was something to be
savoured.

Dumbledore had a tear in his eye as he looked at the pair, and beyond them into the empty
temple. Then he spoke softly to them. “Voldemort and a few of his men are still here somewhere, and
in your weakened state, you’ll be no match for him if he gets close. We’d all better get out of
this city – there’ll be another and a better time for you to confront him.”

Sirius bent down and put his arms around the pair. “Let me help you up,” he said. Then his eyes
opened wide as Harry clasped his hand to his scar, and saw that his eyes were screwed shut with
pain. He quickly stood back up and stared as Lord Voldemort emerged from a small annex that stood
at the side of the temple. His eyes shone with a maniacal fire, brighter than the dark glow that
covered him in a protective shield. He had listened to the battle in the temple, and the useless
attempts of the Nephilim to subdue the Anima Summas. Now he’d have to finish the job himself.

He held the Disc of Gates before him as he stood in the doorway of the annex, and sent a
powerful beam of dark red light that seared a fiery path between Dumbledore’s group and the six
youngsters and Sirius. A bright red sheet of shimmering light rose from the ground where the beam
had struck, effectively isolating Dumbledore and his group.

Voldemort grinned evilly as he surveyed Sirius and the six teens, laughing hysterically as the
spells flung by Sirius and Ron bounced harmlessly off his protective shield. Then his eyes narrowed
as he looked intently at the weary Anima Summas sitting on the ground.

Harry reached out and held Hermione’s hand, sending his thoughts, ‘We’ve got to try to protect
the others.’

They slowly raised their free hands and whispered, *“DADEX MER.”*

The silvery blue light shot from their hands and hovered for a few moments, and then the
protective green light cascaded down to cover both themselves and their friends. But they were very
weak after using the special spell – just as Anu said they would be – and the green protective
force field didn’t seem to be as bright as when they’d used it in the past.

Voldemort sneered. “Your pathetic magic won’t save you or your friends Potter. Nothing can stand
up against me and the Disc of Gates.”

He pointed the disc at the group and shouted a spell. The dark crystal at the centre of the Disc
flared and a powerful beam of energy emerged, slowly at first and then gathering momentum as it
approached the green protective shield. It hit the shield towards the top, smashing its way through
and gouging a deep hole in the ground behind. The protective shield vanished in a flash of energy,
flinging Sirius and the youngsters to the ground beside the prostrate Harry and Hermione.

Voldemort raised his head and laughed loudly. Then the laughing suddenly stopped, and he snapped
his head forwards, his thin lips curving into a contemptuous sneer as his red eyes stared pointedly
at the Anima Summas.

He once more raised the Disc of Gates above his head, pointing it directly at Harry and
Hermione. “Now I’ll finish it!” he hissed. He then focused his mind on sending the special spell
he’d reserved for just this moment – the spell that would suck the souls out of the Anima Summas
and send them into the Dark Realm, where Satani and his followers could extract their full
revenge.

*“ABATU SHI DUGA KADINGIR,”* he yelled.

Dumbledore had tried almost everything he knew to break down the red barrier that isolated him
and his group. His eyes were full of anguish as spell after spell failed to break through. Then,
finally, his last gasp spell caused the red light to shimmer and then disappear. But he knew that
it was too late for him to do anything to save Harry and Hermione. And he could only watch with the
rest of them as they witnessed the horror.

Everyone stood frozen to the spot, shocked by the sudden appearance of the Dark Lord, and their
inability to stop him. They could only stand and watch in horror as the black beam of energy issued
from the Disc of Gates and sped towards the exhausted and defenceless Harry and Hermione.

**Author’s Notes :** Please review this chapter. It’s almost finished now – just one more
chapter and an epilogue to go. Sorry about the cliffy – well not really – I just had to leave you
with one final cliff-hanger, don’t you think? There’s a few images on my picture board relating to
this chapter.

- Ginny’s Map – showing the intersections of her drawn lines over the desert.

- Desert where the search for the Nephilim took place – with cliffs in the distance

- Tomb of Sextius Florentinus in Petra – where Harry and Hermione found the entrance into
Irem

- Track leading to Petra City Centre

- Wall to the North of Petra where Harry and Hermione searched for an entrance into Irem

- Map of Central Petra – Snape and John Ballot kept watch from ‘Habis Castle’

- Underground Temple in the City of Pillars

- Shining Entity – the formation of Harry/Hermione Anima Summa

http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/animasumma/lst?.dir=/Chap+10+-+The+Final+Battle

Chapter 11 – Into the Light – coming soon.



11. Into the Light
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Chapter 11 Into the Light

**DISCLAIMER:** This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK
Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and
Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark
infringement is intended.

“NNNNnnnooooo!” everyone shouted as they stood and watched the black beam of energy speed
towards the exhausted Harry and Hermione. The heart-rending cry was full of the helplessness they
all felt at that particular moment in time. Their spells had been deflected by Voldemort’s
protective shield and now there was no time left for Dumbledore to send the spell that would weave
a protective cocoon around the two shattered youngsters.

Harry and Hermione stared in horror as the powerful black beam approached them. They both
regretted not carrying Relocators into the City of Pillars – after all the success they’d had in
capturing Death Eaters in the last few weeks, they’d come to rely on their special powers to evade
any curses. They’d thought that there was nothing they couldn’t handle – but how wrong they were!
In that instant, they both recalled the prophetic nature of the silent conversation they’d had the
previous night…

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Sleep had been a long time coming as both Harry and Hermione anticipated and yet dreaded the
coming conflict. Hermione, not wanting to wake her two friends by her constant tossing and turning,
had donned her robes and stepped outside her tent into the chill desert night, hoping that it would
clear her head of confusing thoughts.

*Harry sent thoughts of comfort towards his girlfriend, and also silently put on his robes and
walked out of the boys’ tent. Ron opened his eyes as he watched Harry step outside, and then closed
them again, trying to shut out the worrying thoughts that had plagued him ever since they’d come to
Petra. He just couldn’t help but think of what had happened in the past, when the Anima Summas had
come up against the evil threat of the Nephilim and Dark Wizards. One or both of them had lost
their lives in those distant conflicts, and he hoped and prayed that the same thing wouldn’t happen
to his two friends.*

*Harry looked around and spotted Hermione sitting outside her tent. He slowly walked towards
her and sat down at her side, reaching out to enclose her cold hand in his.*

*Draco watched Harry walk from his tent from his position at the top of the wadi. He’d
volunteered to keep watch over the camp – after all, he didn’t need to sleep, and it gave him
something positive to do. Draco was also worried – he couldn’t help feeling that the following day
would decide his ultimate fate – whether he’d be accepted into the Light Realm, or be condemned to
roam the Earth forever more. He started to drift down towards Harry, wanting to talk, hoping for a
sympathetic ear, but he stopped when he saw him sit down beside Hermione. He drifted back up to the
top of the wadi and stared out into the night.*

*‘Harry, do you…are you feeling nervous about tomorrow?’ Hermione sent her thoughts to her
boyfriend.*

*Harry nodded slowly. ‘Yes. I feel confident about facing Voldemort and the Nephilim, but it’s
the power of the Disc of Gates that worries me. I just feel very uneasy about it – not only for
ourselves, but for everyone else as well.’*

*Hermione frowned and squeezed his hand. ‘The thing that bothers me is whether we can stop
both the Nephilim and Voldemort before they can use their awesome powers. I just don’t see how we
can do it.’*

*‘We’ve got to try Hermione. Everything we’ve done – all we’ve gone through over the last
three years – has prepared us for this confrontation. We just can’t afford to fall at the final
hurdle. We’ve got to be positive – we’ve just got to keep thinking that victory tomorrow will bring
a new dawn – a fresh start for everyone in the world.’*

*‘And the price of failure will bring Armageddon,’ she added sadly…*

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“NNNnnnoooooooo…”

Harry and Hermione closed their eyes, waiting for the terrible impact that would shatter their
bodies utterly. In their exhausted state, they were powerless to defend themselves. They needed
more time to recharge their energies – time they just didn’t have. But the impact didn’t come. They
opened their eyes to see what had happened – and felt a terrible rage born of agonising anguish and
utter disbelief rise within them.

While their friends and colleagues were frozen to the spot, two figures – the ones standing
closest to Harry and Hermione – launched themselves through the air in a selfless act, intent on
protecting the Anima Summas with their bodies – their lives.

Sirius braced himself to take the hit as he put himself directly between Voldemort and the Anima
Summas – but the impact didn’t come. He stared in horror as Ginny flung herself in front of him,
her slim form taking the impact of the deadly black beam.

Ginny’s eyes went wide and her mouth gaped open in a silent scream as she felt the terrible
power of the Disc of Gates. Within the blink of an eye, she slumped to the ground – her eyes
staring sightlessly at the stark rocky ceiling above.

Inside the Temple of Gates, the portal to the Dark Realm opened once more; ready to accept
Ginny’s tortured soul on a one-way trip to purgatory. Everyone watched in horror as slowly, ever so
slowly, Ginny’s ghost – her Ba – started to emerge from her body.

Even Voldemort was taken aback by the unexpected turn of events. He just couldn’t comprehend how
or why the girl would deliberately sacrifice herself – how anyone could do that. It was completely
beyond his understanding, and he hesitated for a few seconds – a fatal few seconds - before again
aiming the Disc at the Anima Summas and sending the same spell at them once more. But this time,
the outcome was different.

The awful spectacle of their redheaded friend giving her life for theirs had raised a terrible
rage in Harry and Hermione - a fury that gave them the energy to once more call the Shining Entity
into being.

“ANKIDA SHI”

Like before, a glowing silvery-blue light rose from their joined hands, and covered their
bodies. The glow increased in intensity, although not quite as intense as it had previously been.
Then, in a flash of released energy, the glowing entity – Harry-Hermione – appeared once more, just
before the black beam from the Disc of Gates struck.

The deadly spell hit the entity in the centre of its chest – and dissipated harmlessly around
them, the blackness soon fading from sight. Voldemort stared in disbelief at the apparition before
him, and once more sent the deadly black beam. Once more it hit the Anima Summa and faded
harmlessly from sight.

A look of terror entered the Dark Lord’s eyes. He not only felt terror at seeing the ultimate
personification of the Anima Summa standing, seemingly invulnerable, before him, he also felt the
terror of not being in control and not being able to influence the events that went on around
him.

Harry-Hermione lifted its arm and pointed it at Voldemort. Again, no word was spoken – the force
generated by an incredibly powerful mind pushed through the Dark Lord’s protective shield and
wrenched the Disc of Gates out of his hands, sending it crashing to the floor to the side, just
inside the annex doorway. Voldemort tried to turn, intending to retrieve the Disc, but found that
he couldn’t move an inch – he was held rigid in the grip of the mind force that surrounded him.

“Lucius… Lucius, help me,” hissed Voldemort through the side of his mouth. “Pass me the Disc –
hand it to me now!”

Lucius Malfoy, hidden from view behind the Dark Lord’s body and just inside the entrance to the
temple annex, just sneered. He’d seen the ghostly form of his son, and he’d relived the moment when
Voldemort had snuffed out the boy’s life without so much as batting an eyelid.

“Lucius – help me!” hissed Voldemort.

Again Lucius just sneered, turned and walked into the darkness to find a suitable hiding place –
his revenge had been sweet.

Harry-Hermione looked into the mind of the evil figure before them, and saw his vision of a dark
future. They also saw the warped mental processes and knew that there could be no remorse or sorrow
felt by this man – only regrets that he hadn’t prevailed. Harry-Hermione looked sadly at Voldemort
as they did the only thing that they could to make the world a safer place.

Voldemort looked wildly around as he felt his body rise from the ground and float into the
Temple of Gates, towards the Dark portal that his diabolical spell had earlier opened. His screams
were suddenly cut off as he disappeared into the blackness. His screams were well founded; he knew
what fate awaited him at the hands of Satani and the vengeful Nephilim. Later, Snape told them that
he’d looked into the chamber just as Voldemort disappeared, and swore that he’d seen several large
arms reach out to drag Voldemort through the portal.

The shining glow quickly faded from Harry-Hermione, and in a flash of light Harry and Hermione
appeared once more in its place. They slumped to the ground, their exhaustion even more sever than
before.

“Harry! Hermione! Please!” shouted Ron, his face streaming with tears. “You’ve got to help
her!”

The pair looked on with a terrible sinking feeling of helplessness as they watched Ginny’s Ba
slowly float ever closer to the temple door. Her face was a mask of terror, and she reached back
her ghostly hand towards her friends, silently imploring them to stop her drift towards the still
open portal to the Dark Realm.

“Hermione,” gasped Harry. “We’ve got to try!”

Hermione nodded and for the third time they said the spell that would invoke the Shining Entity.
But this time, nothing happened – their energies were completely spent. Harry silently cursed and
had to muster all his willpower to drag himself up from the floor, and then reached down to help
Hermione back to her feet. Ron and Margot helped them stagger over to Ginny’s Ba, and the four
stood just inside the temple entrance, blocking her way to the Gate.

As Ginny drifted towards them, Ron raced back outside and scooped Ginny’s limp body up into his
arms and carried her into the temple, where he gently laid her down in front of his friends. Harry
and Hermione joined hands, making sure the rings touched, and whispered the only remaining spell
that was left to them – the one that had resurrected little Clare Bryant after the attack on the
school two years previously. But they both knew that it was futile – a last, useless gesture in an
attempt to save the soul of their friend.

Ginny floated straight through them, the speed of her drift starting to increase as she neared
the Gate. The four could only stand and stare in disbelief as she drifted towards an existence of
eternal torment. Charlie, Nadine, Sirius, Ceri, Fred and George rushed into the temple, past the
four youngsters, and reached out to grasp Ginny’s Ba, trying to stop her inevitable passage, but
Ginny just floated through them.

Charlie sunk to the floor, covering his face with his hands as he sobbed unashamedly. He
couldn’t bear to see his sister go to a fate worse than death. Fred and George just stood and
stared – too numb with shock to show any sort of reaction.

Then, Sirius suddenly shouted, “She’s stopping!”

Everyone looked and saw that she had, indeed, stopped her drift towards the gate, and was
looking back to where her body lay. They all turned and saw Draco shielding his eyes as he bent
over the pathetic form of the girl he’d come to love, sobbing uncontrollably, his ghostly tears
falling onto her pale face, where they slowly faded into her skin. All his anguish and love for
Ginny were held in those psychic tears. Then he lifted his head and cried, “Take me instead – leave
her alone!”

Ginny, her ghostly features showing the enormous mental effort she was bringing to bear, gasped
as she stretched out her hand. “Draco!”

Draco looked across at Ginny and floated towards her, his tortured face showing a trace of hope.
He reached out and caught around her, his ghostly form seeming to merge with hers. Then he slowly
helped her to drift back towards the temple entrance and away from the gate, which disappeared with
a loud rushing noise. The Gate to the Dark Realm had closed for the last time.

As it closed, Ginny’s Ba staggered forward. She let out a gasp, and then her features became
more serene when she felt the terrible wrenching suddenly cease. They all now stood outside the
temple, the two Bas surrounded by their friends, protectors and the remnants of the Auror forces
and ministry employees. No one spoke for a while; no one knew quite what to say. They were all
relieved that Ginny had been spared a terrible fate, but were still trying to come to terms with
her death.

Hermione let out a strangled gasp of anguish and dropped onto her knees beside her dead friend’s
body, lifting her cold hand gently in both her own. Her head bowed as she silently sobbed, her
shoulders shaking with the intensity of the grief she felt.

The others turned when they heard a noise from behind, and saw Remus, his face screwed up in
pain, hopping towards them on his good leg and being supported by Katie.

“What’s happening?” asked Katie, but then her face fell and she stifled an anguished cry when
she saw Ginny’s body lying on the ground.

“Oh no!” cried Remus, his pain forgotten, and then stared in confusion when he spotted Ginny’s
ghost floating beside Draco.

Finally, Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat and spoke. “We must never forget what happened
here today - the whole magical community must be told what happened. The Dark Side must never be
allowed to rise again; never be allowed to bring such evil into the world. We have been victorious
and the prophecy has been fulfilled.” He looked sadly down at Ginny’s body and then at the ghostly
forms of Draco and Ginny. His voice broke with emotion as he said the next few words. “But not
without paying a heavy and terrible price. Come, all of you – we’d better get back up to the
surface – this place fills me with dread.”

They all walked slowly back across the city towards the tunnel that would take them back to the
surface and into the ancient city of Petra. Ron, Charlie, Fred and George carried Ginny’s body
between them, while the rest helped to levitate the injured and those of their dead that they were
able to find – they didn’t want any of their number left down in that place. Marcus and John walked
behind the ten tightly-bound Death Eaters they’d rounded up in the temple annex, but there was one
who’d evaded capture, one who still remained down in the city.

Lucius Malfoy slowly pushed open the stone chest, which had once held the four black ritual
torch holders, and peered into the gloom of the temple annex. The sounds of movement had long since
stopped and he felt reasonably sure that he was safe – at least for the moment.

He stepped out of the chest, looked out into the city to make sure that he was alone, and then
sat down on the cold ground. Before going back to the surface, he’d wait for a while to make sure
that everyone had gone. He sat deep in thought, thinking about his future – or lack of it. But he
soon found solace in the first stirrings of a plan than crept around inside his head. He couldn’t
return to Malfoy Manor, of course – that was lost to him now – but he could still make Voldemort’s
cave reasonably comfortable to live in. Nagini would have to go, of course, but he’d keep
Voldemort’s Dark Library. He grinned as he anticipated the dark secrets he’d be able to read about,
and in time, he’d be able to assemble his own army of Death Eaters. But he wouldn’t make the same
mistakes as Voldemort - he’d do things differently.

***

All was dark in the ruined city of Petra as Professors Flitwick and McGonagall led the
dishevelled band out of the Roman governor’s tomb. They’d lost all track of time during the battle
down in the city of Pillars, and they were all surprised to find it was the dead of night.

They walked over to their camping place at the bottom of the wadi and waited at the end of the
line of tents that still stood there while Ron, Charlie, Fred and George gently placed Ginny’s body
on the ground. Marcus and John Ballot walked slowly up and covered her with a white sheet.

Ron, unable to contain his grief any longer, let out an anguished moan and buried his head in
his hands. Margot, Harry and Hermione caught around him and held him close while Draco and Ginny
floated just to the side.

Oliver and Katie were the first ones to become aware of the change – they were the ones who were
facing in the right direction. Low down in the eastern sky, a small bright spot of light, which
Oliver had first thought was a star, started to expand.

“Look – there!” shouted Katie, pointing at the growing sphere of light. Everyone turned and
faced the light, which had now grown so bright that it cast an eerie glow over the desert city.

“It’s not getting bigger,” gasped Oliver. “It’s just getting closer!”

The orb of light moved across the city and came to rest directly over the group. Night was
transformed into day and they had to shield their eyes against the glare. A serene smile slowly
spread over Professor Dumbledore’s face as he whispered, loud enough so that everyone heard him,
“It’s the Light Side – they’re here.”

Then, out of the brightness of the glowing orb, a figure started to take shape as the brightness
slowly faded. Then the bright orb of light was gone, to be replaced by a single figure surrounded
by shimmering radiance that seemed to come directly from its body.

“It’s Thoth!” gasped Hermione, looking around at her friends with excitement.

His features were unmistakable – he was exactly as they’d remembered him in the secret chamber
beneath the great pyramid of Giza. He drifted down to the ground and walked over to stand before
the four youngsters, his eyes kind as he smiled at them. Everyone could feel the aura given off by
his immense intellect and goodness.

Thoth turned and surveyed the scene, looking at everyone in turn, and then he spoke with a soft
and kindly voice.

“You have done well, children of the Light. The prophecy has been fulfilled.”

Ron slowly approached the radiant Thoth and pointed down at the dead body of his sister lying
beneath the white sheet. “My sister… Ginny… she…”

Thoth reached out and placed his hand on Ron’s shoulder. “I know, Ron. It was known for some
time. At such pivotal times in the history of the Physical Realm, there is always a sacrifice – it
is inevitable.”

“Can you… can you bring her back?” asked Ron, gazing at Thoth anxiously.

Thoth smiled and slowly shook his head. “I’m afraid that I can’t. The power of the Disc of Gates
was too much – the spell destroyed her body utterly before releasing her Ba.”

Ron gasped and stepped back into the comforting arms of his friends.

Thoth looked directly at Harry and Hermione. “Your task is done. You have done everything that
was asked of you, and you showed great courage and skill in the way you did it. But just as one
door closes, another opens – read me.”

Harry and Hermione glanced at each other in confusion, but then looked back at Thoth as he
walked over to the ghosts of Ginny and Draco. Draco’s eyes went wide when Thoth stopped just in
front of the pair. “I know you – you’re the shining being who came to me after I died, and told me
I had to do a selfless act.”

“That is correct Draco,” replied Thoth. “It was foreseen that Ginny would be the one who would
give up her life to save the Anima Summas. You were given the chance to redeem yourself by
preventing her soul falling into the Dark Realm. You see - you were the only one that could save
her. The Anima Summa could have done it, but they were too weak to call the shining one into being.
It needed an act of self-sacrifice, like the one that Ginny did, to prevent her fall. Your tears of
love slowed down the terrible spell, caused it to become confused, but it was your cry offering to
sacrifice your own soul in place of Ginny’s that finally stopped the spell. It became even more
confused by the hard fight that Ginny started to put up, and your offer of an easy solution to its
dilemma. The spell couldn’t take you, of course – you hadn’t been hit by it. So it just gave up and
dissipated.”

Thoth stood up even taller and pointed over to the three rows of bodies lying beneath their
white sheets – the bodies of those who had been killed by the Forces of Dark in the battle below.
“Those too made a sacrifice. And they too will join you in the Realm of Light.”

A bright silvery light shot from Thoth’s outstretched hand and settled over the pathetic forms
lying on the ground. Then there was movement. Ghostly forms started to rise from beneath the sheets
– shining beings of light - Akhs. They stood and looked around with some confusion for a few
moments, and then smiled when they spotted Thoth.

“Go into the Light,” said Thoth, pointing his arm into the air. The air above their heads
started to swirl and distort, and then finally stretched and expanded to form a shining vortex that
slowly revolved. Everyone could see into the vortex. Whether they were standing to the front or
behind it didn’t matter – it appeared exactly the same from whatever angle it was looked at. The
bright interior of the portal seemed to stretch into some unfathomable place, reaching out to a
point that was hidden from view by the shining radiance that was there.

The shining beings of light reached up, led by ‘Mad-Eye’ Moody, and entered the portal, the joy
on their ghostly features being clearly visible. Then they were gone, but the portal still
remained. Then Thoth turned once more and smiled at Ginny and Draco.

“It is now time for you to join us in the Realm of Light.” He stretched out his arm and covered
them in the silvery light. “Your time is short, but you may ease the anxiety of your friends before
you come.”

The dim ghostly forms of Draco and Ginny slowly transformed, slivers of light shooting through
their substance until they glowed with the same radiance as Thoth. Ginny and Draco looked deeply
into each others eyes and smiled, and then drifted over to stand in front of Harry, Hermione, Ron
and Margot. Ginny looked over their shoulders and beckoned for Charlie, Nadine, Fred and George to
join their little group.

“Don’t grieve for me – for us,” said Ginny. “We are safe and happy.” She turned and looked at
Draco. “I’m exactly where I want to be now.”

Harry, Hermione and Margot smiled – they knew that things were as they were meant to be. But the
other five still found it hard to accept the loss. Ginny and Draco drifted closer.

“Reach out and touch us,” said Ginny.

When contact was made, Ginny sent her thoughts and feelings into their minds. And then, all too
soon, she broke the contact and stepped back. “You know what I feel now. Tell Mum and Dad, Bill and
Percy not to mourn my passing – tell them how I feel, and that I’ve found love at last.”

“Draco,” said Ron quietly, looking at the shining form of his former enemy, “you… will you look
after my sister? Make sure she’s all right?”

Draco grinned and nodded. “Of course I will Ron. But it may be more appropriate to ask Ginny to
look after me – after all, I’ve only just joined the good guys. Your sister has spent her whole
life being good, so she’s likely to find her feet in the Light Realm a lot quicker than me.”

“Come – it is time,” whispered Thoth, reaching out to the shining pair. The three intertwined
their hands and they drifted up to the portal. Ginny turned just before she entered, and smiled as
she looked down at her friends for one last time. Then she turned and went into the Light with
Draco and Thoth.

The vortex seemed to expand outwards, then disappeared soundlessly, leaving everyone staring at
the dark night sky.

***

Ron sighed for what must have been the hundredth time since he saw his sister go into the Light.
He sat with Harry, Hermione and Margot at the top of the wadi while the remaining Aurors and
ministry employees packed everything up and prepared to go back to Craig Cerrig-Gleisiad.

Several other small groups sat down in the wadi, talking quietly among themselves. Professors
Dumbledore, Snape, Flitwick and McGonagall were discussing plans to reopen Hogwarts and resume the
school year.

Nadine sat captivated as Charlie, Fred and George recalled better times, back before Ginny had
started her Hogwarts schooling, when their lively little sister would terrorise them early in the
mornings, bursting into their rooms and jumping excitedly on their beds. But the smiles soon
disappeared when they started talking about when and how they’d break the news to their parents and
two brothers.

Sirius, Ceri, Remus, Oliver and Katie kept glancing up to the top of the wadi where the four
youngsters sat. They’d gone over and over the action back at the temple, agonising that they just
may have been able to do something – anything – to have saved Ginny. But Remus had reminded them
all that there was absolutely nothing they could have done to hold back destiny.

“Harry knew that something like this would happen,” said Sirius. “I remember him speaking to me
a while ago about it – something that Trelawney had seen in the Tarot.” Sirius shook his head
slowly. “He was very worried about that – he said that she hadn’t predicted Harry’s death like she
normally did, she predicted *A* death – a sacrifice that would have to be made. Harry was
worried that it could have been any one of us – and he was right. And if I’d been just a little
quicker, it would have been me.”

“Margot saw it as well,” whispered Ceri. “She had a nightmare when we were at The Burrow back
last summer. She saw a death too – but she couldn’t see who it was.”

They all sighed and looked back up to the four youngsters, wondering how they were coping with
the loss of their sister and friend.

Ron sighed once more and Margot leaned against him and caught around his arm. “It’s going to be
so strange without that redheaded little firebrand,” he said, wiping away a rogue tear that escaped
from the side of his eye.

“You felt her thoughts Ron,” said Margot gently. “You know that she’s going to be all
right.”

“I know, Margot. But it’s not the same as actually *seeing* that she’s ok. Thoth said that
there had to be a sacrifice. But why couldn’t it have been me? Why did it have to be her? She was
the most innocent, the most compassionate, the most caring one of us all!”

Hermione reached out and stroked her hand along his shoulder. “It’s not for us to try to figure
out how these things work Ron. But perhaps it was just that – what you said about Ginny being the
most caring one of us all. It was that very selflessness in the face of great danger that made her
react quicker than anybody – even quicker than Sirius.”

Harry, who had been strangely quiet as the four friends talked among themselves, let out a gasp
and dropped his head down onto his chest, not wanting Ron see the tears rolling down his cheeks. “I
lost a sister too, Ron,” he finally managed to whisper. “I… we’re all going to miss her. We were
four to start with, and now we’re four once more – but I wish we were still six.”

The four reached out and held each other close. They stayed that way for what seemed a long time
before Margot broke the spell. “What… what are you going to do with that… that thing?”

“The Disc of Gates?” asked Harry, pulling the object out from his robes. “Like Osiris and Isis
before us, we’ll have to hide it. But this time, we’re going to have to think of a place where it
can never be found again.”

Margot nodded. “That was a strange thing that Thoth said to you,” she said. “What did he
mean?”

What… about one door closing and another one opening?” asked Hermione.

“That’s right,” said Ron. “And he said ‘read me’!”

“The book!” exclaimed Harry. “He must have meant the Book of Thoth!”

“It must be complete now,” said Hermione. “Catch my hand Harry.”

They closed their eyes and concentrated, willing the Book of Thoth to appear. The sand in front
of them shimmered, and then the dark red leather-bound book appeared. Hermione quickly opened the
cover and turned to the final few pages that had previously been blank.

“They’re still blank!” exclaimed Margot. “I thought…”

She suddenly stopped talking when the blank page started to shimmer, undulating waves of light
spreading out from the middle of the page towards the edges. Then they all gasped when a tiny
figure appeared at the centre of the page, rising up and growing to a height of about a foot. A
kindly smile lit up Thoth’s wrinkled face.

“How… but we just saw you go…” gasped Harry.

Thoth held up his hand to ward off further questions, and then he spoke. “Yes Harry. You saw me
go into the Light. And I am there with your friends – but I am also here. Do not worry yourselves
with the whys and wherefores – just accept that there are things of which you are still unaware and
will not come to know until it is your turn to join us in the Realm of Light.”

“But… but why are you here?” asked Hermione. “Why weren’t the final few pages filled in?”

“They will be filled in, Hermione. As we speak, the script is being fixed to the page.” Sure
enough, several hieroglyphs had already appeared at the top of the blank page.

“The final pages of my tome are important – not only to you but for everyone in the physical
realm. I have come in person to deliver my last message both to make sure you fully understand the
importance of it, and to answer any questions you may have.”

Thoth paused and looked at each of the four youngsters in turn. “This is the last time you will
see me in this realm. The Book of Thoth has come to an end and I must take my place in the Realm of
Light for the rest of time. My task is done, but yours is just beginning.”

“But… but I thought that our task was completed when we banished Voldemort and the Nephilim back
to the Dark Realm!” exclaimed Harry.

“Have patience Anima Summa,” said Thoth, smiling benignly at Harry. “It is true that the
prophecy has been fulfilled and your task is completed, but there is a far greater task that you
must now undertake. Let me tell you of the history of the last days of Nibiru – the place you know
as Atlantis - the history that has been hidden from you until this moment. I felt it necessary to
withhold these details until after the final conflict with the Dark Realm for fear of distracting
you from your purpose. But now there is no distraction – now you must hear the things that were
revealed to us before the destruction of Nibiru and the rest of the world so many years ago.”

Despite the gravity and solemnity of the situation, the four friends couldn’t help but grin as
Thoth sighed and sat down on the page, making himself comfortable before continuing with the
message.

“The path of humankind through the ages has been, and still is, a very precarious one. You have
read in my book how Nibiru was destroyed and sank beneath the ocean, and that the event was
foreseen by our seers. Only a pitiful few within the scientific community took heed of the warning
and, under our leader Anu, sought out a safe place to ride out the destruction. That place was, as
you know, beneath Mount Mashu in the Garden of Eden. But during our earliest days in the garden, we
undertook a crash program to monitor the destruction, in an effort to determine the cause. This is
the history of those findings. Every 9,600 years, the Earth undergoes a change. It is related, in
part, to the phenomenon known as the Precession of the Equinoxes.”

Thoth looked up at Hermione, who nodded to show that she understood.

“At that time, the Earth’s magnetic polarity changes – it flips so that north becomes south and
south becomes north. At the last change, when Nibiru was destroyed, the magnetic changes were
accompanied by a displacement of the Earth’s crust, plunging some continents into the Polar
Regions, and others into warmer climes. We weren’t able to determine why this happened, or if it is
a regular feature associated with the magnetic shift. That, children of Light, is for you to
determine. Full details of our research and findings are contained in this book to aid your future
efforts.”

“Do… do you know when the next destruction will take place?” asked Margot.

Thoth looked sadly at the four and nodded his head. “Yes – it will happen on 21st
December 2013.”

“What!” exclaimed Ron. “But that… that’s only a few years away! Are you sure?”

“Quite sure, Ron. One of our scientists, like me, left the Garden and went to help rebuild
civilisation in South America. I, as you know, went to Sumer, Egypt, Greece and Rome. That
scientist encoded our calculations into an ancient calendar – now known as the Mayan Calendar. Your
archaeologists and scholars are well aware of the predictions in the calendar, but they have, of
course, confined the facts to myth and fantasy. They don’t want to believe what is in front of
their faces – that the Mayan Calendar stops on 21st December 2013 – nothing is beyond
that date.”

“Bloody Egyp… uh, archaeologists!” exclaimed Hermione.

“My sentiments exactly Hermione,” said Thoth, smiling. Then his features became sombre once
more. “It was also discovered that towards the end of each age is a great struggle between the
forces of Light and Dark, and the victor will dominate the start of the next great cycle. At the
end of the last cycle, and this one, the Light prevailed, but we weren’t able to find what happened
in previous cycles. It is Anu’s opinion that the Dark prevailed in the cycle before ours – that is
why the miracles of Wizard-kind were not discovered until the end of our cycle was almost upon
us.”

Thoth got up and stood on the page once more, drawing himself up to his full twelve inches.
Again he pierced all four friends with his benign gaze. “You are charged with leading humanity
through the destruction that will soon descend and into the next great cycle. You are the next
great civilisers, the patriarchs and matriarchs of a new age. It falls to you and your friends and
helpers to do what we failed to do – find a solution - a cure – for the destructive cycles that
forever hold back the evolution and true destiny of our species. Like we before you, you must
cultivate the Shem-an-na and benefit from its powers of magic, longevity and goodness. You must
extend your lives and oversee the rebuilding of a world and a great civilisation that will rise to
the challenge of curing the ills of a troubled Earth.

“The gods of the old world are no more – we have completed our task and have returned to the
Light. You will be the generation of new gods who will guide and advise a helpless and confused
remnant of humanity. I am content that this great task is in good hands. Now I must go.”

“But wait,” cried Harry. “How can we save all the billions of people in the world?”

“You can’t Harry. I fear that your experiences in the few years that remain of this cycle will
mirror our own. You will not be believed – they will not want to believe what you tell them. All
you can do is gather together a band of those who accept your word. Most of your colleagues who
took part in this victory will believe you, for they saw and experienced things that have been
hidden from Muggle and wizard alike. Their minds are open and receptive – they will be the core of
your support in the great venture that lies before you.”

“But time is so short!” exclaimed Harry. “How can we find a place that will be safe?”

“You will find it, Anima Summa. It is in your nature, and that of your companion Anima Summa to
prevail. Start with the Fabled Garden – that can be your starting point. And feed on the wisdom of
your mentor – Albus Dumbledore will be the steadying influence in the early days. Make him your
leader – this will free you to further your research and uncover great mysteries that will enable
you to prevail. At his passing, you will be better prepared to take the mantle of joint leadership
of your community.”

“But… but if there’s to be all this destruction,” said Hermione, her face full of concern, “what
will happen to all the souls if you and the other Shining Ones are not here to guide them into the
Light?”

Thoth smiled enigmatically. “Do not concern yourself with that, Hermione. Provision has been
made. Now I must go. For the last time – farewell, Children of the Light, and good fortune.”

The figure of Thoth dimmed, and then shrunk back down into the final page of the book of Thoth.
Then he disappeared from the Physical Realm for the last time.

The four stared at the page, which was now covered in script, and stood silent for several
minutes. Then they glanced at each other, each seeking everyone’s initial reaction to the
revelations they’d just heard.

“Well bugger me!” exclaimed Ron. “If that doesn’t beat all!”

The other three grinned briefly, but their expressions then turned serious as they all felt the
weight of the great responsibility that had been placed on their shoulders.

“We’d better go down and tell Professor Dumbledore and the others,” said Margot.

“I wonder how they’ll react to this little lot!” said Ron.

“You two go on down,” said Harry. “Don’t say anything yet, but tell them all to wait for a few
minutes. We’ll be down a little later to tell them all about it, but now,” he gazed into Hermione’s
eyes, “we just want to be on our own for a little while.”

Ron and Margot nodded in understanding and walked, hand in hand, slowly down to the bottom of
the wadi. Harry stretched out his hand and Hermione reached out and held it. They stood looking at
each other for a few moments, both realising at the same instant that the calming influence of the
rings was no longer present. They looked longingly into each other’s eyes.

Then Hermione flung herself into Harry’s arms. They held each other tightly for a few moments
before breaking apart slightly. Harry gently smoothed the cheek of his girlfriend and slowly placed
his lips on hers. They both savoured the moment as they kissed – a gentle and loving kiss – before
Hermione drew in a deep breath and crushed her lips against Harry’s. They broke apart once more,
gazing deeply into each other’s eyes. Then Hermione squeezed her eyes tightly shut, clutching Harry
fiercely to her as she sent her thoughts and feelings – feelings that were many and varied – the
terrible pain she felt at losing her friend Ginny, the anxiety of the forthcoming task, the dread
at the sudden responsibility that had been thrust upon them, relief that the fight was all over,
and love – love that only the Anima Summas could share.

“I know, Hermione,” he whispered into her ear, stroking the soft hair lying at the back of her
neck. “I know.”

Hermione raised her head and gently kissed Harry’s lips and then gazed lovingly into his
eyes.

After a few minutes, they looked up to see the first streaks of light coming over the eastern
horizon. They turned and faced the budding light, and then walked hand in hand, slowly over the
sand and into a new dawn.

**Author’s Notes :** Please review this chapter. It’s almost finished now – just the epilogue
to come. I'll be giving you some of my thoughts on the series at the end of it. There’s a few
images on my picture board relating to this chapter.

- Shining Entity – the formation of Harry-Hermione Anima Summa

- The Arrival of Thoth – Oliver, Sirius and the others look up to see the expanding orb of
light

- The vortex into the Light

- The Mayan Calendar with the encoded date for the destruction of the world

- Hermione watches as the orb carrying Thoth gets brighter

- Harry watches as the orb gives off its bright glow

- Ginny’s Akh goes into the light

- Harry and Hermione kiss as dawn breaks over Petra

http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/animasumma/lst?.dir=/Chap+11+-+Into+the+Light

Epilogue – And so it Ends – coming soon.



12. Epilogue - And so it Ends
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Epilogue

**And so it Ends**

**DISCLAIMER:** This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK
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Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark
infringement is intended.

“Please Mummy… please,” the little eight year old red-haired girl pleaded as her mother tried to
get her settled down into bed for the night.

Margette Potter glanced at the clock on the bedroom wall – the little hand pointed to
‘bed-time’. “It’s too late Ginny – it’s time you went to sleep.”

“But Mummy, I’m not tired. And I want to know about the painting,” whined Ginny.

Margette sighed – she could see that her daughter’s brain was far too active for sleep to
overtake her any time soon. ‘Just like her ancestors,’ she thought, smiling wryly. ‘And me too, if
it comes to that.’

Margette glanced at the clock once more. She really needed to get some work done. She was due to
give her report to the Academy in just under a week’s time, and it would be a big day for her - the
culmination of two years research into the effects of Shem-an-na on Welsh Greens. The Magical
Creatures fraternity at the Academy awaited her report with great excitement and interest. Ever
since the colony of Dragons had chanced upon the Ma-na tree, seeded when a spore was carried into
the Forbidden Forest by the wind, and hidden from sight until it was discovered by the keeper
following some very peculiar behaviour by the huge magical reptiles, every Magical Creatures expert
in the world had waited on her report with bated breath.

She sighed once more, but gave in to the pleading emerald green eyes of her daughter – how could
she refuse? She should have known that the little girl’s first visit to the Grand Museum would
spark a flood of questions, especially when she saw her gazing rapturously at the magical painting
of the Anima Summas just inside the museum hallway. She’d been fascinated by the many twists and
turns inside the museum, the moving staircases, the dark and mysterious corridors and the Great
Hall, and she’d spent some time reading the plaque on the entrance hall wall, which gave a brief
history of the museum and how it had been modelled on an ancient school called Hogwarts, in the
land of Britain, now long buried deep beneath the Great North Ocean. But it was the painting, most
of all, that captured Ginny’s imagination.

“Well all right, Ginny. But only for a few minutes.”

Ginny grinned and sat up, turned and fluffed up the pillows behind her, and then settled back
contentedly. “The rings, Mummy. I want to know about the rings that they were wearing on their
fingers.”

Margette started to relate what she knew about the rings but stopped when she heard the thudding
of feet just outside the bedroom door. Then the door burst open and two grinning bundles of energy
burst in.

“We want to listen too, Mum,” said Fred.

“But you’ve both heard it before!” exclaimed their mother.

“But we want to hear it again!” said George.

Margette shook her head in resignation and told the ten-year old red-haired, blue-eyed twins to
make themselves comfortable. They jumped up onto the bed beside their little sister and waited
expectantly.

“The painting was made a long, long time ago, before the Great Destruction when the Anima Summas
were still in the middle of their great quest.”

“How long ago was that Mum?” asked Fred.

“Well it’s 2003 AD now, and it was painted even before the start of our calendar – that’s before
year zero AD.”

“What’s AD mean?” asked Ginny.

“Everybody knows that, stupid!” exclaimed George.

Ginny pulled a face and stared angrily at her brother. “I’m not stupid, George!”

“George!” said Margette. “Don’t speak to your sister like that – she’s younger than you and
doesn’t know as much as you yet.”

Ginny poked her tongue out at her brother and turned to face her mother once more.

“AD means After Dumbledore, Ginny,” said Margette, trying hard to suppress a grin. Her spirited
8-year old was far from stupid.

Ginny nodded and remained silent – even she knew who Dumbledore was.

“Great Matriarch Hermione wrote about the rings in her ‘Histories of the World’ – she called
them the ‘Rings of Joining’, although no one quite knows what she meant by that. She and Great
Patriarch Harry wore them throughout the three years of their quest, and they were sworn to return
them to the one they’d received them from. But they weren’t able to – he’d returned to the Light
with all the other Guardian Spirits of the Old World. The Rings held a strange power, but exactly
what it was we don’t know, which melted away not long after the final conflict. They wore them
throughout the first hundred years of their married lives, and then hid them away in a secret
place. She wrote that she hoped they’d never be needed again, but no one knows why. And to this
day, no one knows where they are hidden.”

“Mummy?” asked Ginny. “The final conflict – that was when they won the war against the Dark
Wizards wasn’t it?”

“That’s right Ginny,” Margette replied. “The leader of the Dark Wizards – Lord Voldemort – was
banished into the Dark Realm and he hasn’t been heard of since.”

“But why were those wizards so bad?” asked Ginny. “There aren’t any evil wizards now are
there?”

“No there aren’t, thank goodness.” Margette let out a sigh. “Early on in their experiments with
the Ma-na, Great Professors Snape and Sprout found a way to alter it very slightly, so that if a
person with a highly developed Dark side ingested it, the Darkness would be banished in favour of
his lighter side. Ever since then, there have been no Dark Witches and Wizards in the world.”

“Tell us about what happened after the great destruction,” said Fred. “Before Year Zero.”

“I’ll just tell you the short version of what happened,” said Margette resignedly. “It’s all
written down in ‘Histories of the World’, and you’ll be studying it in great detail when you go to
New Hogwarts next year – and you two years later, Ginny.”

Margette settled herself down at the foot of the bed and felt the familiar glow build inside
her. She felt it whenever she was badgered into telling her children about the start of their new
civilisation – perhaps it was because she was a direct descendant of Harry and Hermione, Ron and
Margot, and she never failed to be amazed by their astonishing exploits.

“After the great destruction, the world was completely different from what it had been before.
Whole continents sank below the sea and others were raised in their place. The country where we
live now – Hermland - was once far below the sea, where it had lain since the last great upheaval
consigned it to the deep nearly 12,000 years ago. When the Patriarchs and Matriarchs left New Eden
they came here – they called it Nibiru then, like it was all that time ago.”

“Why did they change its name to Hermland, mummy?” asked Ginny.

“Well after Great Matriarch Hermione, of course. It was she who undertook the task of writing
down the history of the world, so that all who came after would know. She wrote that her own time
had been cloaked in secrecy and ignorance, and she wanted to make sure that the same thing wouldn’t
happen in our time. She was a very great witch.” Margette sighed – she would have loved to have met
and known Hermione.

“Grand old Professor Dumbledore was the first leader of the colony that survived the
destruction. They sheltered in the place called New Eden, where they waited for five years until
the convulsions that raged in the world outside the valley started to subside, and the great floods
started to abate. Dumbledore split the community of New Eden into four groups, initially.

“There were the Teachers, led by Great Professor McGonagall, who undertook to complete the
schooling of the younger members of the community, and to plan for the education of the very young
and those who would soon be born into the new world. Then there were the Cultivators, led by Great
Professor Sprout. The great Manna Gardens were started by Professor Sprout, helped by the six Great
Cultivators who were later to expand the seeding of the Shem-an-na trees to several sites around
the world – Neville, Lavender, Parvati, Seamus Dean and Kristen. They laid the foundations to make
sure there was enough Ma-na for everyone, and as you know, it is now a part of our staple diet.

“Then there were the Scientists, the branch of society to which your father and I belong. They
were led by Great Professor Snape, and they experimented with the Shem-an-na and refined the
process of production of the Ma-na. And finally, there were the explorers, led by Great Explorer
Sirius Black. He and his helpers, which included Harry and Hermione in the early days, planned the
expeditions and then went out into the new world when the time was right, seeking the few survivors
who’d been lucky enough to live on high ground in the lands that hadn’t sunk beneath the oceans.
They also looked for clues that would eventually lead to us finding a solution to the Earth’s ills
and correcting the terrible cycles of destruction that blighted it.

“The others of the community either joined one of the four groups or helped Dumbledore with the
general running of New Eden. Even the few Muggles who’d joined the group lent a hand.”

“What are Muggles?” asked Ginny, drawing exasperated stares from her two brothers.

“People like Millie and Arbuthnot Granger - Hermione’s parents - and Ceri’s Muggle relatives
from Wales – and Harry and Hermione’s friend Lara. There aren’t any Muggles now, of course, but
they were people who didn’t have any magic.”

Ginny gasped, “People without Magic? That’s terrible, Mummy!”

“Back in the old world, there were a lot more Muggles than Magical People, Ginny,” said
Margette. “Rhian thought it was terrible too – she was Ceri’s little Muggle niece - but they soon
developed their own magic after being put on the diet of Ma-na.

“Then, exactly one hundred years after the start of the New Eden Colony, Grand old Professor
Dumbledore decided that it was time for him to rest. He had worked tirelessly, as had all the
others, to ensure the new world got off to the best possible start, but before passing into the
Light, he handed over the reins of leadership to Harry and Hermione. A lot of the older colonists
from the old world joined Dumbledore at that time, and joined him in the Light. George and Molly
Weasley - they were Great Patriarch Ron’s parents - decided to go into the Light at that time –
they were anxious to see their daughter Ginny once more.

“Hermione didn’t concern herself too much with leading the colony though – she wanted to start
on her great project to produce the Histories of the World, and also to share some of her vast
knowledge with the young people who attended New Hogwarts School. So it was left to Harry, aided by
their great friends Ron and Margot, and to a lesser extent Colin and Clare, to give leadership
during the critical time when the first outlying colonies started to flourish.

“They were good times, but they were also cruel sometimes. More than once, the communities built
in the wider world would be destroyed by the remnant volcanic eruptions that persisted for over
four hundred years, but they would be built up once more. During those times, the Magical Weasley
Company sustained the people and kept up their spirits - Fred, George, Alicia, Angelina and Lee
made regular trips to the outlying colonies and provided entertainment and amazing tricks and
pranks. The survival of many of the communities have been attributed to the exploits of the Great
Troup as they were to become known.

“Another nice little side story of the early years was one of the bi-products of the experiments
with Ma-na. Working with Fred and George Weasley, under the direction of Professor Snape, Remus
Lupin was able to come up with an antidote that completely cured the werewolf curse. There were
great celebrations in New Eden when that happened – Remus and his girlfriend Sioned, also a
werewolf, were married as soon as they were cured, and had four lovely children.”

“Tell us about the Magical Creatures, Mum,” said George.

“Many of the Magical Creatures were saved from the destruction, and were later released into the
great forests that sprung up on several of the new large islands. Many ordinary creatures were also
saved, although there were some problems initially with the migrating birds. Charlie, Nadine,
Demont and Anne-Marie led the group that cared for all the animals, and managed to repair the
damage when the surviving migrating birds flew in the wrong direction – north into the cold instead
of south into the warm. They magically altered their internal sensors to reverse their north-south
directional instincts after the earth changed its magnetic polarity. The most dangerous magical
creatures were confined to the forbidden island in the middle of the southern ocean – even now,
very few people dare to go there and then only to check on the creatures’ progress for research
purposes. When they were first settled on the island they were cared for by Great Half-Giant Rubeus
Hagrid and his wife, Great Half-Giantess Olympe Maxime.

“Sirius and Ceri eventually settled down on an idyllic island near the equator, and founded a
Welsh community there – Gwlad Cymru. They had three children and lived out their lives alongside
their great friends, Remus, Sioned and their family. Bill Weasley was a frequent visitor, but made
his home in ancient Egypt, one of the few lands to survive the disaster.”

“What about Harry and Hermione? What happened to them?” asked Ginny.

“They had three children – two boys and a girl. The two boys married two of Ron and Margot’s
four daughters, and the girl married one of Fred and Alicia’s sons. But you’ll read a lot more
about the genealogy of the new world in Histories of the World. And at New Hogwarts, there’s a
special room, called the Chamber of Ancestors, where you can trace the family trees of the first
colonists. You’ll be able to trace your decent right back to Harry, Hermione, Ron and Margot.

“Like the other original colonists, Great Matriarch Hermione and Great Patriarch Harry lived for
a very long time, and they didn’t leave the Earthly Realm until they were certain that the new
civilisation was well on the way to fruition. But before they left, they made sure that there would
be no Gods in the new world - they were determined that their memories, and those of the other
patriarchs and matriarchs would not be elevated to the status of deities. Hermione’s Histories of
the World made sure of that! But there was a risk that that very thing was about to happen almost
three hundred years ago, when some misguided Grand Council members decided that Harry and Hermione
should be worshiped. They even went as far as drafting a religious text for the people to follow.
But that was stopped when a marvellous thing happened –their shining Spirits of Light appeared to
our very own ancestor and ensured that corrective action was taken. They said that over time, if a
religion were created in their names, it would eventually cause great rifts among the people and
would lead to terrible things.”

“But I thought they’d gone into the Light,” said Ginny. “How could they come back?”

Margette smiled. “They are our Guardian Spirits. They told our ancestor that they had
volunteered to keep watch on the Physical Realm to ensure that guidance could be given in special
dire circumstances. Every so often, they leave the Light Realm and visit us to make sure that all
is well – not that anyone sees them of course – only your long-removed ancestor was privileged to
see them three hundred years ago.”

“When will they appear again?” asked Ginny tiredly, her eyes now drooping.

“I don’t know, Ginny. No one knows. But there’s one thing you can be sure of – they’re still
keeping an eye out for us.” Margette looked up to the skylight in the ceiling, her eyes misty as
she gazed at the sparkling stars in the cloudless night sky. Ginny, Fred and George looked up as
well, trying to see if they could see the spectral forms of their two famous ancestors in the star
patterns.

“Mummy,” whispered Ginny, “when did Harry and Hermione go into the Light?”

Margette smiled. “She wrote about that at the very end of her Histories of the World. It was the
very last chapter. It wasn’t a very long chapter – in fact, it was only a few lines, but ever since
I read them when I was at New Hogwarts I’ve never forgotten them. They were burned into my memory,
and I can see them now – exactly as she wrote them…

**Chapter 3023.**

**And so it ends…**

**It ends for the last eight of the original founders of New Eden. But for you, dear readers,
it is just the beginning. At whatever point in time you read these words, it is still the beginning
– it is for you to experience the great adventure. And never doubt that it is a great
adventure.**

**For whatever you do in life, whatever path you take, be assured that it will contribute to
the well-being of this Brave New World.**

**That which was started so long ago is now in good hands, and it is time for me and my friends
to leave the Earthly Realm. Today, we decided to stop taking the Shem-an-na, and wait for the time
when we will be reunited once more with all our friends in the Light Realm.**

**Harry, Ron, Margot, Katie, Oliver, Clare, Colin and I have no regrets and we are content. We
look on it as the last great adventure, and we feel truly excited that we will soon see our dear
and sorely missed friend Ginny once more. It was she, who gave up her earthly life to save the
Anima Summas, who gave us the chance to start this great new civilisation.**

**And so it ends…**

**These are the Histories of the World.**

**Hermione Potter**

**Professor of Magical History**

**New Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry**

**August 500 AD.”**

Margette wiped a tear from her eye as she spoke the last words that her ancestor had written all
those years before. Ginny, too, wiped the tears from her eyes. Fred and George just stared solemnly
at their mother.

They all jumped when they heard the front door close loudly, and a voice shouted up the stairs.
“Margette? Are you up there?”

“Yes, Haroth,” shouted Margette. “I’m trying to get these kids to get to sleep!”

There was a loud pounding on the stairs and Haroth burst in, grinning as he saw the scene before
him. “Don’t tell me – story time?”

Margette grinned. “History of the World time.”

“Well now it’s sleep time!” said Haroth, bending down to kiss his daughter goodnight. Then he
picked up his two sons, one under each arm, and rushed them out from the room struggling and
laughing into their own bedroom.

Margette tucked Ginny up in her blankets and then leaned down to kiss her goodnight. As Margette
left the room and quietly closed the door, Ginny settled down with a smile on her face, looking up
through the skylight – fighting to stay awake in case Harry and Hermione chose that very night to
pay a visit. Her eyelids started to droop and she let out a contented sigh as she hovered on the
very edge of sleep.

In the corner of the room, hidden behind their protective invisibility shield, two Shining Ones
smiled as they looked fondly at their distant relative. They were content – they knew that the
future was in good hands. Harry and Hermione nodded and lifted their shield of invisibility just
before the little girl drifted off to sleep – just at that moment when she was neither awake nor
asleep - leaving her with a shining image of the Anima Summas, exactly as they were portrayed in
the entrance hall of the Grand Museum.

They knew, of course, that Ginny would probably think that she dreamt it all when she awoke the
next morning, but they also knew that a small part of her would also wonder if her ancestors really
had been there to watch over her that night. They wanted to be there that night to witness the
event that would mark a turning point in the already excellent fortunes of the new civilisation –
they knew that she would grow up to be one of the greatest witches of the age, and they also knew
that it was on that very day, when Ginny had become so fascinated by their magical portrait in the
museum, that the change had taken place in her that would set her on the path to great discoveries
in later life – discoveries that would lead the new civilisation onto an even greater plain of
existence.

Then, keeping their eyes firmly on the sleeping little girl, they slowly faded until finally,
the room held only little Ginny.

The Anima Summas had returned to the Light – back to their many friends once more.

END

Author’s Notes :

There’s just one image on my picture board – dawn rising over Hermland – ancient Atlantis.

http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/animasumma/lst?.dir=/Epilogue+-+And+so+it+Ends

And so it ends. That’s it for the Anima Summa series. I thought about writing a fourth book
about the years leading up to, and into, the destruction and the early years of the new community
at New Eden, but I think that perhaps three books are quite enough for now. But who knows, I might
decide to write it at some point in the future – let me know if you think I should.

When I started writing the trilogy, I wasn’t sure how it would end up – at least not until I’d
finished writing book 1. Then, before I started writing book 2, I wrote the outline of the final
chapter of book 3 (Chapter 11 – Into the Light). I really hated having to kill off Ginny, one of my
favourite characters, but it was inevitable that she’d have to make the ultimate sacrifice to save
her friends. It was at that point that I realised that I’d have to put my natural loathing of Draco
Malfoy to one side and start to develop a conscience for him. It’s strange, but the books started
to take on a life of their own, and I just had to follow it through to its natural conclusion. I
hope you think that it worked. (Apologies to my fellow Draco-haters out there).

Most of the things I’ve written about are real – The mystery of Rennes-le-Chateau is very real,
the Egyptian Mythology is as portrayed in ancient Egyptian texts (the Amduat and the Book of the
Dead), the Sumerian civilisation is real, as is the Epic of Gilgamesh, and the legend of Atlantis
is real – but perhaps only Plato truly knows if the legend is true or not. The Necronomicon is a
legendary Dark Arts book, and there are copies to be found on the net – but they are probably
fakes. The little hanging valley of Craig Cerrig-Gleisiad is also very real – I took a walk up
there only last week, but there wasn’t a sign of Harry, Dumbledore and the others – but then, I
wouldn’t be able to see past the wards that they set up, would I? The solutions to the mysteries I
wrote about are entirely the product of my imagination, set against the background of JK’s magical
world of Harry Potter.

You may have wondered about the strange spells that Harry, Hermione and Voldemort spoke – those
strange words are ancient Middle Kingdom Egyptian (book 2) and ancient Sumerian (book 3), and
reflect the spells enacted.

Now, over half a million words later, it’s finished.

I hope you’ve enjoyed reading the series – I’ve certainly enjoyed writing it. Once again, a big
thank you to those who reviewed and especially to those who reviewed regularly. You’ve been my
inspiration and gave me the impetus to carry on writing the series.

If you’ve got any questions, let me know on the review board and I’ll post a second ‘epilogue’
with my answers.

I’m still working on my new fic, but it’s not ready yet – I had some problems (mainly laziness
and a lack of motivation) getting the plot right. I’m not sure when I’ll start to post it, but I’ll
let you know if you leave your E-mail address on the review board.

Hwyl Fawr

A.S.



