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PostSubject: Re: Harry Potter and the Hunt   Sun 22 Mar 2009, 10:21 pm

The Hunt

Chapter 45 continued


Deceptions




Ron held the Deed in his hands almost afraid that he might damage it somehow if he laid it down. He knew he was being silly but he was too stunned to care.

“Now let’s get down to business shall we?” Harry asked. “When we get there We need…,”

Harry and Ron kept their heads together for a long time as Harry laid out his plans for what they were going to do and he placed some very wise cautions too.

“The night before you guys came to pick me up I felt several apparations taking place. So there may be several people that we’ll need to deal with. But if we wait until Snape and Malfoy are alone we can…,”

Harry continued to set out the plans step by step when a popping noise caused him and Ron to both jump to their feet wands in hand and already pointing at the intruder.




“Hook? Line?”

“And sinker.” Hermione finished her mother-in-law’s sentence for her as the wispy form of a Jack Russell terrier dissipated into the air

“He said Harry tried to leave Hogwarts on his own just like we thought he would. They’re at home right now so Harry can get cleaned up and ready. They plan on leaving any moment now.”

“So how did Ron know Harry was going to try to leave then?” Molly asked.

“Felix Felicis. Just two drops in his tea…,” Hermione swirled her tea around in her cup to add emphasis. “We were having a quiet time this morning and Ron just sat there brooding and wouldn’t talk so I took a vial from what we brewed and slipped a couple of drops into his tea and then he suddenly had to leave.”

Mrs. Weasley raised an eyebrow as she eyed her daughter-in-law’s cavalier manner. Deep down Molly was quaking with fear. Fear that Harry may not come back, fear that Ron, Hermione, and the others may get injured or worse. On the outside, she was slightly amused by the whole thing.

“One-two-three…,come and find me Cookchanks1” Little Molly was playing not so quietly in the upstairs rooms with Crookshanks, Hermione’s bandy legged cat. “One-two-three…, I’m here.”

“Is that a new game she’s learned?” Hermione asked.

“I’m not sure.” Molly replied. “She’s been doing that ever since you sent her over this morning, but whatever it is, it’s keeping her busy.”

Hermione took another sip from her tea And sat the cup back on the table. She had a worried look about her as she tilted her head and listened to Molly playing. “Something sounds awfully familiar about what she’s doing but I can’t put a finger on it.”

“It’s a child’s counting game I wouldn’t worry about it.” It was just getting dark when the first knock at the back door brought the two women out of their conversation. Molly left her seat to open the door. It was Neville Longbottom and his girlfriend Lavender Brown.

“Neville!” Hermione jumped up from her chair and crossed the kitchen floor quickly to throw her arms around him. Neville stood straighter than she remember and when he asked if they meaning he and lavender were the first to arrive Hermione noted that Neville no longer stammered and well, Neville looked ready. Lavender nodded to Hermione but her manner seemed reserved if not cold. She still had not forgiven Hermione for taking Ron away from her in their sixth year, as if she had ever really had him, Hermione thought to herself. Molly opened the door further and the two stepped inside. Pretty soon the others would be arriving too and she took her apron from the peg that it had been hanging on and donned it. This was Hermione’s meeting and she was going to be the host for the new Order, Dumbledore’s Army.




Draco was maneuvering through dozens of strange men who had begun arriving earlier that morning, he was looking for Severus Snape. The Conclave was to start later on in the afternoon where he was to be named as the Chosen. The person who would lead the Army should a battle prove necessary. His senses were heightened and his adrenalin was surging. A small pit of panic threatened to open up to swallow him but he kept his calm. Snape had disappeared earlier that day after upbraiding him for what seemed to be the hundredth time for missing the previous nights meeting and then again because he had failed to kneel before Grindelwald when he had been called in for a private meeting afterwards. The punishment for that was most severe and his body still ached because of it.

There was to be more than a hundred in attendance this time and orders were to be issued. He had asked Grindelwald why he had been chosen and the answer was that his blood line was of the first. Draco didn’t know what that meant. There were only three of this age whose blood was of the first and one of those three had been removed. Grindelwald had been gracious in his explanation. Grindelwald had made it seem as if he had given Draco a treat by explaining himself.

“Release me Draco and I can help you.” The voice rasped out in the darkness.

He had not realized that his search for Snape had taken to where his father lay imprisoned. His father was to be made an example tonight of what failure would cost one if they failed. Some of the men he had seen already, he had recognized as Death Eaters. These men had stood as high as his father once did before his disaster at the Ministry of Magic, but most of them he had never seen before. They had come all across the globe to attend this conclave.

“Release me Draco!” His father’s voice was stronger and it no longer sounded feral as it had days before. “You do not know what you are about to do.”

“BE QUIET! You are no longer my father. My mother lies dead because of you!”

“Draco, it was a madness.” Lucius hissed. “Words twisted, you do not know what the Dementors can do Draco. RELEASE ME!”

The passageway was dark and the only sounds where the echoes of his steps as he paced in front of his fathers cell and those of his and Lucius’s words. Draco couldn’t see Lucius; he couldn’t even see his own hand. The pit of panic had opened a bit wider in his stomach.

“I need to find Severus.”

“Ah yesss, Severus. Is he your new father now? OR AM I? Now release me and I will help you free yourself of what he has gotten you into. I am your father Draco and I want to help you.”

‘I-I can’t do this.” Draco muttered to himself. The darkness of the passageway was crushing in on him. Pressing him from all sides and the pit opened wider still.

“You cannot do what Draco? What is it that they expect of you? Tell me and I will help you. If you but let me out of this cage I can help you Draco.” His father’s voice held soothing tones to it. Persuasive and compelling.

“You are but a boy still.” crooned Lucius. “I can help you only if you let me out of here.” Lucius’s voice had changed again. It sounded very much like his father of old. The father who had taken him to the side to teach him the intricacies of growing up.

Draco’s pacing quickened and his breathing kept pace with it. His heart was pounding in his ears. Two, three, eight beats for every step he took and the pit opened wider still. Panic began to seep through his veins as the darkness thickened around him threatening to suffocate him.

You are of the first, the blood flows through your veins.” Grindelwald’s words echoed inside his head as he dropped to his knees. Panic welled up inside of him and he was frozen with fear. His father’s words mingled with those of Grindelwald’s. The truth of who Grindelwald was, what he was, what he had done, threatened to crush the very breath from his lungs and the confusion of it all, snapped his reality like a twig


Chapter 45 Completed

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PostSubject: Re: Harry Potter and the Hunt   Sun 22 Mar 2009, 10:26 pm

The Hunt

Chapter 46


Words from the Past




“Expelliarmis!”

Harry and Ron’s wands flew from their hands into the air and was deftly caught by the outstretched hand of Severus Snape.

“Well, well, well, it has been a long time hasn’t it Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley?” A slight smirk crossed Severus’s face as he spoke. “I see we’ve done some remodeling since my last visit. I wonder if dear old Sirius would approve of the changes.” Snape’s voice took on a leering note of sarcasm as he spoke.

“Stay where you are.” Harry had started to move away from Ron so as to place distance between the two. It would make it harder for Snape to watch the both of them at the same time. “Please, have a seat shall we?” he indicated to the two empty chairs that Harry and Ron had just leapt from when he disapparated.

As Harry bent to take the chair Snape’s wand had pointed to his hand made the slightest of movements towards an inside pocket for the spare wand that he had taken to carrying sometime earlier on in his hunt for Severus and Draco. The move was ever the slightest and was hidden from Snape’s view as he half turned to position himself to sit back down in his chair.

“Now Mr. Potter, I’ll have that wand from you if you please.” Snape had not missed the movement of Harry’s hand. “I cannot read him,” Snape thought to himself. “His mind is like a brick wall. Very strong indeed.” A small bead of sweat trickled for Severus’s forehead with the strain that he exerted in both leaning into Harry’s mind and having to perform Occlumency himself as Harry leaned heavily into his own mind. It was all that he could do to keep his own mind as blank as Harry’s. “Potter isn’t even struggling.” The thought was unbidden but it came to him anyway. Harry’s face held the blankest of looks and yet his shoulders showed no stiffness to them. He actually appeared calm in Snape’s eyes. “Very calm indeed.”

“What do you want Snape?” It was Harry who spoke. His voice was harsh and forceful and he wished that Ron were not present at the moment. He knew that he could take Severus without his wand but the chance of Ron getting hurt accidentally was too great of a risk for him to take. That was why he rather not have all this help. Every time someone came to his help he lost someone important to him. “I’ll not lose another one.” Harry thought to himself. “Just do what he wants and everything will be alright.”

Snape raised an eyebrow at Harry but never took his gaze from him. “Could Lupin have been telling the truth about him?” Snape wondered. He had tried performing Legillimense once again and this time he concentrated very hard. Harder than he had ever attempted before and Potter had not even flinched. Not even a bead of sweat came from Potter. Harry just sat there playing it cool.

Harry just sat there and glared at him. Hatred filled his eyes and Snape was just feet away and there was nothing he could do nothing at all, so he asked his question once again, “What do you want?” Harry was thinking quickly now. Snape was not a wizard to be trifled with and he knew that much more so that any other wizard. Harry had not forgotten how Snape had trifled with him. No, Snape had toyed with him the night he had killed Albus Dumbledore. That was the reason why Harry learned as much as he could and continued to learn as he went along. He would do the teaching when next he met Snape. “Oh yes Severus my friend. You will be the student when next we meet.”

Snape began to reach inside his cloak and Harry seized the opportunity. Snape was hurled across the room but not before a bright shield formed itself in front of him. The force of Harry’s hurling jinx propelled Snape backwards across the kitchen and into the cabinets that lined the wall and at the same time the shield reflected the jinx back at Harry. He did not move fast enough and found himself flying over the top of the table. Ron had just barely moved out of the way to avoid being hit by Harry’s flailing legs as he somersaulted out of his chair.

Ron was powerless without his wand. His non verbal skills were good but they were no match for what Harry and Snape could do and he had not learned Occlumency either so if he tried Snape would know immediately unless…,

“Stupefy”

The red jet of light flew from Snape’s wand tip and hit Ron squarely across his chest. Snape was on his feet now and was crossing the short distance to where Ron lay on the floor and retrieved the wand that Ron had called for.

“Now sit down I say, SIT DOWN!” Snape’s wand was pointing directly at Harry’s head and it followed Harry’s every move. “Your friend will be alright. Keep your hands where I can see them and do not force me to send something your way as well. I am not here to duel with you tonight Potter.” Snape’s voice was harsh and the look in his eye was cold enough to chill a boiling pot of tea into a cool summer drink.

Harry bent to see to Ron instead of taking the seat Snape commanded him to take. Harry never took his eyes away from Snape as he felt for breath and a pulse. Ron was breathing and his heart was still beating strongly but he was unconscious.

“Now it’s just the two of us Mr. Potter.” Snape’s voice still held its chilling edge and he spoke. “I was asked to give you something a few years back should anything ever happened to the Head Master, and let us just say for now that I have not found the opportunity to do so until just now.” There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice now mixed with what Harry thought to be mockery. Snape’s mouth twisted itself back into the smirk he has held when he first arrived.

Reaching into his cloak Snape pulled a bit of old parchment from an inside pocket and flipped it onto the table and in one neat and fluid movement, he was gone. He had Apparated from the room leaving both Harry’s and Ron’s wands on the floor of the kitchen where his feet had just stood.

Harry leaped from his chair and knelt beside Ron just as Ron’s eyes began to flutter open.

“W-what happened?” Ron groaned as Harry helped his friend to sit up. “It-it all happened so fast. He was flying, you were flying, who hit me with a stunning spell? It was a stunning spell wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, it was.” Harry answered

“Blimey, I feel like the Whomping Willow just hit me.” Ron said rubbing his chest.

“Listen, are you alright?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Just caught me off guard and well, it just happened like so.” Ron snapped his fingers to show how fast Harry and Snape reacted against each other and winced as he did so.

“He came here to leave me something. Harry said. “A letter or something like that. He flopped it on the table, dropped out wands and apparated all at the same time.”

“What's it say?” Ran asked as he moved to get to his feet. He had grabbed hold of his chair for support and took Harry’s hand with is other and stood up on shaking legs.

“I dunno. I haven’t looked at it yet.”

“Harry, don’t touch it. Let me look it over first. It could be cursed or something.” Ron said as Harry made for the envelope.

Ron was standing on his own now and had bent to pick up his and Harry’s wands. He handed Harry his wand and with his own he passed it over the envelope that was on the table. Muttering to himself as he did so. Harry could hear bits and pieces of incantations as Ron’s wand passed first one way and then another over the parchment and sometimes he tapped it with the tip of his wand. After a few short minutes of inspecting the envelope Ron announced that it was curse and jinx free and picked it up with his own hands and handed it to Harry.

Harry opened the envelope and a folded sheet of parchment fell into his hand. It bore his name on it written in a long thin and flowing hand there was no address just his name. Harry recognized the handwriting at once.

“It’s from Dumbledore!” he exclaimed. His hands began to shake as he opened the folded parchment so that both he and Ron could read it.

[indent]My dearest Harry,

If you are reading this letter than I have been seduced by the tantalizing temptress of fate and adventure of the well organized mind. I have met with fate, wrestled it and lost. I am afraid to say.

I promised you that I would tell you about my hand in all its glorious detail. If you remember I did say that I had wished to give it justice. The ring which I had taken From Tom Riddle was guarded by a very nasty curse. One in which I did not expect to find nor did I see it until it was too late. It was cursed with Muggle Death, and well when you are as old as I…, One Hundred and fifty-six years old, the flesh no longer lives I am afraid to say. I was slowly dying Harry and it was potions given to me by my Potions Master, Severus Snape, which allowed me to continue on for I had things that I still needed in impart upon you. The potion was not a cure mind you but it served to slow the process down.

I am quite obviously dead now Harry and that means that Professor Snape had to do what I made him promise to do. Yes Harry, I did say that I had made him promise. You see, I learned from Professor Snape that it was one of our number, a student that was tasked with my death and that Harry, I could not allow to happen. Professor Snape told me of his vow that he had made to young mister Malfoy’s mother this summer and I tasked Professor Snape not to allow Draco that chance and since I was dying anyway, well let us just say that Professor Snape did me a courtesy at my request.

You may find this difficult to believe and I do not know how to say it any other way than Harry I trust Severus Snape and you must too. I cannot tell you why; it is not my story to tell nor is it my place to tell it. Just know that I trust Professor Snape and you must too.

Harry do not go after Professor Snape I beg you to trust me as much as I have trusted Severus Snape.

Yours most sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
[/indent]




“Do you think he, Snape that is, could have written this note himself?” Ron asked as he read it a second time over

Harry didn’t know what to say at first and than he shook his head. He was sure that it was Dumbledore’s writing.. Ron took the letter from Harry’s hand and read it again to himself and to get a closer look at the writing before asking Harry, “So are you going to give it a rest then?”

Harry turned and looked at him for a full long minute before replying. “No. Professor Dumbledore told me one time that even with his brain power he too made mistakes and when he made mistakes they were big. And this is one of them.”

“So why do you think Snape would have brought that letter to you now after all these years then?” Ron asked looking incredulously first at Harry then at the letter.

“Why did he wait so long before sending the Order to the Ministry? Why did he always wait until the very last minute, the last second before sending help? Why did he even agree to do this?” Harry’s voice was rising in anger as he spoke. “He was never Dumbledore’s man. NEVER!” Harry shouted the last word with heated vehemence. “This letter is bait, to goad me to come after him.” Harry slammed a fist onto the table spilling the cups of the pumpkin juice that was till left inside of them.




Dobby opened his eyes and muttered to himself “Master Harry Potter is needing his Dobby. Dobby can feels it in his bones.” Dobby slipped out of the bed that was in the hospital wing of Hogwarts and looked around. Seeing no one in sight he stole down the length of the room using the beds to keep himself hidden from Madame Pomfrey’s view and slipped outside the hospital wing door and closed it as quietly as he could and then stopped in his tracks. “Dobby is needing clothes.” He raised his hand to snap his fingers and smiled to himself. His hand was still heavily bandaged. Snapping his fingers with his opposite hand, Dobby sent himself straight to number twelve Grimmauld Place, directly to his apartment in the attic.

As he was dressing into a new uniform he heard shouts from down below and from the kitchen. He heard Harry Potters voice. “It worked. Dobby is saving Harry Potter’s life he is.” Dobby capered a few steps with his joy of hearing his masters voice and hearing his master in his own home but the celebration stopped short and Dobby put his ear to his apartment door.

Harry was shouting and he was angry, angrier than Dobby had ever heard his master be before. Dobby finished dressing as rapidly as he could with his bandaged hand and as soon as he pulled his coat over the hand he became frustrated. He couldn’t button his coat shut. The bandage covered the fingers on his one hand. Slowly he removed the bandage to reveal the stump of a finger. Madame Pomfrey had healed the stump but it was still tender and raw looking but he didn’t care about that. All Dobby cared about was getting his coat buttoned so he could get to his master side and help.


Chapter 46 Continued

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PostSubject: Re: Harry Potter and the Hunt   Sun 22 Mar 2009, 10:26 pm

The Hunt

Chapter 46 continued


Words from the Past




Dobby entered the kitchen nearly on tip toes so as not to startle the two wizards as they hunched over the table studying a piece of worn parchment. He walked right past them un-noticed as that was the mark of a good house elf, to provide excellent service without being seen. It wasn’t until he had placed another cup of chilled pumpkin juice at Harry’s elbow that either of the wizards noticed him.

Ron snatched his wand that he had laid on the table in the blink of and eye and then yelled, “Wha- Dobby what are you doing here?” it was Ron who had noticed Dobby first.

“Dobby. Your supposed to be in the hospital wing.” It was Harry’s turn to speak with surprise and with his wand in hand as well.

“Dobby is better now sirs.” The elf responded with a sheepish grin. “And his place is to be by his Mast-Mister Harry Potter’s side.” He looked up at Harry’s face beaming with hopeful pride.

“Dobby,” Harry said kindly, “Are you well? I mean are you supposed to be out of bed?” There was a note of concern in his voice as he asked the tiny elf.

“Ohh, Mast-mister Harry Potter is most kind sir to ask if Dobby is well. He is well sir. Dobby is most ready to help his Mast-Mister Harry Potter and his Mister Wheezy.” Dobby’s face broadened into a wide grin and his eye’s took on a hopeful and near pleading look.

“Have you heard from Remus at all since the two of you left me in the hospital wing?” Harry had suddenly changed the subject.

Ron’s face took on a blank look and he shook his head before asking, “No. Why do you ask that?”

“Well, I sent him back to the mountain to have a look ‘round, and he was supposed to come right back to let me know what to expect.” Harry explained.

“Dobby can do that sirs. Dobby is good at not being seen.” Dobby snapped his fingers and was gone in an instant before Harry could reply.

“Harry, did you get any rest yourself today?” Ron had noticed a tightness around Harry’s eyes. “I mean, you can have a lie down or something while we wait for Dobby to get back.”




Dobby appeared at the campsite where they had rescued Harry just the day before and looked around. He could feel where his old Masters were and apparated once again towards their location and reappeared in the midst of nearly a hundred witches and wizards and nearly froze in panic. He had remembered that he was no longer dressed as a house elf. He had clothes. Another snap of his fingers brought him into what seemed like a storage area that was dimly lit by a torch light from an outside corridor and this time he was alone. Quickly he moved towards a wall which was nearly covered by coxes and crates and opened the first box he had come to and rummaged through it not finding anything he could use. Five minutes had gone by and he had already searched as many boxes and crates when he found what he was looking for. A rank and dirty pillow case.

Dobby quickly shed his Butlers uniform and carefully folded his clothes into a tiny bundle and with a snap of his fingers; he sent them home to his apartment and then donned the pillow case. Now he could walk through the throng and not be seen.

Dobby re-entered into the bustling chamber and opened his ears wide as he made his way through the crowd.

“I was wondering when the call would be issued what with all these wars about.” A coarse voice said as Dobby passed by.

“The age of man is nearly over and they’ll need us to guide them once again.” A thin and reedy voice mentioned.

“The Supreme Lord has returned from the Druid sleep I hear, and now we’re being called back into action.” A lanky old man was saying to a fat and balding wizard.

“I hear the Great master is to appoint one of us as his Liege Commander.” A short and squat woman with a bulbous nose on her face was telling another.

“Nah,” the witch who looked old and frail replied. “T’aint a Liege lord tis his Second he’s to be raisin’ I heard.”

Dobby stopped to listen in on more of their conversation. He thought that this might be of some interest.

“I thought that wizard what was all dressed in black t’was his Second.” The short woman said.

“No, I heard it’s to be a young one. The Great Master is getting older you know. He’s nearly three thousand years old.” The other woman cackled with laughter as she added “The Druid sleep might keep yer younger lookin but the years still add up.”

Dobby moved on to another group and then another and still another hearing and listening in on snatches of their conversations until he had thought that he had heard enough and was sure that he had counted all that were there. He had counted nearly a hundred and ten altogether.

There was something about these conversations that didn’t add up in his small opinion. They did not sound like they were Dark Wizards or Dark Witches. It sounded to him as if they were being organized to help the muggle world with all of those muggle wars he had been hearing about.

Dobby’s next task was to get an idea of how things were in these caves. It would do no good to allow his Master just to walk in if these were bad witches and wizards. He would have to search out a more hidden entrance for his master to use if he understood what it was his master was hoping for. Harry never actually said anything to Dobby but Dobby had been there in the earlier years when Harry sought after He-Who-Must-not-Be –Named.

It took Dobby nearly an hour but he had found a back entrance to the caves that led down from a small ledge near one of the peaks. Dobby noted that someone had used that ledge not long ago as there had been a small fire built there. The passage that he followed back into the caves led nearly in a straight line that is if you were a bird and could fly straight through. Actually the passageway twisted and turned every which way but it always led nearly straight into the heart of the mountain and emptied into a broad and wide avenue which lead upwards back to were all those witches and wizards were milling about.

Satisfied that he had enough information for his master, Dobby snapped his fingers to leave just as the hissing voice of Snape sounded “Where did that elf come from?”

Dobby returned to Grimmauld Place to find Ron still sitting where he had left him in the kitchen but Harry was no where to be seen.

“Where is master Harry Potter?” Dobby asked as Ron looked up from where he was setting.

Dobby’s return had not startled Ron as he was all too familiar with the sound of Dobby’s apparating and disapparting.

“He’s having a bit of a lie down Dobby. Harry’s had a rather long day today.” Ron answered sounding somewhat tired himself but he wasn’t really tired. Not that much. Waiting was tiring work.

“Master Harry Potter is alright isn’t he sir?” Dobby asked anxiously and his hands began to dry wash in worry.

“He’s as fit as a Blast Ended Skrewt.” Ron answered and chuckled when he saw Dobby’s look of puzzlement. “So what did you find out then?” Ron asked looking more alert now that his brain had shaken off its cob webs that were causing his drowsiness. Before Dobby could start Ron had pulled the chair out for Dobby to sit and indicated with his hand for Dobby to have a seat.

“Ohh, Dobby’s Masters are too kind to Dobby.” Squealed the elf as he climbed up into the chair and twisted himself so that he could face Ron.

Dobby began to explain all that he had seen and heard and then offered his thoughts of what he had pieced together. When he had finished Ron asked him if he could draw them a map of the cave as best he could remember and Dobby smiled gleefully and snapped his fingers once again. A large sheet of parchment appeared on the table and as Ron looked at it lines began to race all around forming hallways, passageways, large corridors and open areas which Ron took to be either rooms or chambers. When the map finished making itself Ron was by then deep in thought about what Dobby had said when the elf voiced his opinion of what he had heard.

“So you think that these witches and wizards are thinking that they are forming up to help the muggle world then?” Ron said in a questioning way. And Dobby nodded his head uncertain if he should answer aloud.

“Did you happen to hear if any of these people worked for their governments. I mean for their muggle governments Dobby.” Dobby shook his head. He didn’t think to stay that long to find out if any had worked for the muggles.

“I wonder…,” Ron said while tapping his fingers =on the table and looking to the ceiling. “I wonder…,”

“Begging your sirs pardon.” Dobby interrupted, “In the ancient times it was the wizards and the Druids that helped the men win the wars against the demons and the twisted ones.” Dobby looked as if this information might help Ron figure out what it was that he was trying to think on. Suddenly Ron Snapped his fingers loudly.

“Dobby, you may not know the answer to this but I’ll ask anyhow. “

Dobby leaned forward with anticipation.

“In this ancient time you spoke about, was there a bad Wizard who was the leader of these demons and twisted, these twisted one’s?”

Dobby nodded furiously. “He was a very bad dark Druid wizard Mr. Wheezy. Very bad indeed.”

“And do you know how he was defeated then?”

Dobby looked crestfallen. He shrugged his shoulders and replied “Dobby is not knowing how the war was ended Mister Wheezy and Dobby does not know who he can ask that would know.” Dobby had answered Ron’s next question before it had even been asked.

“But you think that these witches and wizards you saw are good and honest witches and wizards then?” Ron asked. Ron looked as if he had some sort of plan forming in his head as Dobby answered.

“Dobby is not certain of it sir. Dobby did not feel bad things from the one’s he was nearest. Not like when Dobby worked for his old Master.” Ron had the fleeting thought that he just might have to stop Dobby from punishing himself for speaking ill of his previous owners, but Dobby had not moved a muscle.

Dobby was now leaning forward in his chair and had to hold onto the table to prevent himself from falling from the chair. “If Dobby may say it sir, Dobby thinks that if there were bad wizards present, they were few.”

Ron nodded as if it confirmed what he was thinking himself. “Dobby its time to wake Harry I think and let him hear what you’ve reported.”

Dobby was off the chair in a flash only to follow Harry back into the kitchen a moment later.

Harry sat down at the table and was staring at the map Dobby had drawn while he listened intently as Dobby repeated what he had told Ron just moments before. Harry nodded his head occasionally when Dobby stressed a point or two and listened with keen interest when the elf repeated the snatches of conversation that he had overheard.

When Ron began to speak Harry leaned back in his chair and listened to what Ron had reasoned out and nodded to himself and when Ron finished summarizing what he thought Harry spoke in agreement with Ron’s assessment.

“That’s what it sounds like to me too. Snape is going to confound them into thinking that they’re going to aide the muggles and with a few well aimed Confundus charms certain key figures in the world will ask for help and there you have it. It’s Voldemort’s plan gone into action.

“Harry didn’t you hear what Dobby said?” Ron sounded exasperated. “Snape is not the Great Leader, master; Lord, or whatever it was they called the man. Dobby you tell him.” Ron gestured for Dobby to give it a go at altering Harry’s mind about Severus Snape.

“But we don’t know who the man dressed in black was Ron. It could have been anybody but Snape.” Harry argued and pushed back his chair and stood.. “Ron if you’re coming then lets go.” Harry looked at Dobby and smiled at his house elf and said very softly, “I suppose there’ll be no point in ordering you to stay here is there?”

Dobby’s head shrunk down between his shoulders and shrugged very deeply and with an impish grin pasted across his face he looked back up at Harry and replied quite mischievously, “Dobby is a free house elf sirs, and Dobby is going anywhere Dobby is wanting to.”

Harry grinned at the elf as he looked down at him and said, “I wouldn’t have it any other way mate. Just promise me one thing before we go.”

“What is Mast-Mister Harry Potter wanting Dobby to promise him this sir?”

“Please, whatever you do Dobby, please do not try to save my life.” Harry was grinning when he spoke.

Dobby looked abashed as Harry spoke. It had been their private joke ever since Harry had set him free some eight years earlier at the end of Harry’s second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Dobby left the two wizards only for a moment to pack a few items he thought that they might need for their journey and returned to the kitchen just as Harry and Ron were buttoning up their cloaks.

Meet you at the campsite then Harry said to both Ron and Dobby and then apparated out of the kitchen followed closely behind by Ron and the house elf.

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PostSubject: Re: Harry Potter and the Hunt   Sun 22 Mar 2009, 10:30 pm

The Hunt

Chapter 47


A Wrench Thrown In




A pale blue light bobbed in the darkened cavern as it drew nearer to the huddled form of Draco Malfoy. Frozen in a panic, his body seized in fear, Draco relived images of a long past nightmare that still thundered through his mind. Ghastly images of misshapen men hurdling themselves into the frenzied melee of combat, zombies, ghouls, and magical creatures, beasts of un-natural leaped over him or ran around him in their eagerness to join in battle. It was his worst nightmare come near to life as it once did so many years earlier. Nearby, his father jeered at him and taunted him with names unbefitting a grown adult. Draco’s worst fear was the darkness that surrounded him, that swallowed him whole as it did now, crushing in on him so that he could barely breathe.

The blue light was stronger now and it bobbed with the regular cadence. The soft sound of leather scraping against stone could barely be heard above the snide comments that Lucius Malfoy hurled towards his son as Draco knelt cowering against the weight of the darkness, hands pressed to his head. In the distance the indistinct form of a man walking down the corridor could just be discerned from the glow of the pale blue light that bobbed nearer and nearer to Draco’s location. The echoes of the foot falls rebounded against the walls now and reverberated through Draco’s mind adding to the rhythmic beats of war drum and battle cries. Demons were now leaping over Draco. Saliva dripping from fangs that protruded grotesquely from their slavering mouths and drops of blood splattered all around him as they ran by or leaped over him. He had fallen in the throes of the battle, nailed to the ground by a lance that had been run through his leg holding him as the hordes continued forth into the fighting screaming their battle cries in a tongue that was too foul for human use.

Silencio.”

Lucius continued to work his mouth but now sound came out and the hallway once again fell into the utter silence with the line exception of the soft footsteps echoing off the walls and growing nearer. The form of Severus Snape emerged from the shadows surrounded in the faint glow on the blue light and he stopped just in front of Draco who lay huddled on the ground just feet from his fathers cell quivering uncontrollably and the images of a long past nightmare began to fade into the soft glow of Snape’s light which bobbed lazily above him.

“Get up Draco and control yourself.” The words were short and clipped yet they weren’t harsh either. They were…impatient.

Draco’s breaths were short and rapid and the weight of anxiety lifted slowly. He still had not yet mastered his muscles which still refused to lift his body any further than kneeling on all fours. Snape had not pressed him further but waited as Draco gathered himself to be once again his own master, As he waited, Snape looked into the small chamber which served as a cell for Draco’s father. His features held a loathsome look mingled with contempt for the man as Lucius’s mouth still continued to work soundlessly. Fury threatened to take over Severus but he held it at bay. He wanted to take his wand out and teach the man humility but he had been told that Lucius was to be Draco’s affair. “And I thought to save the man for Draco’s sake.” He thought bitterly to himself.

Draco was just coming to his feet, his legs still felt wobbly and uncertain, and his breathing and become more like a panting for air as he stood shakily. Severus tried not to watch him too closely. He thought to spare Draco some dignity. “Where had that elf come from?’ He asked himself again now that he was certain that Draco was alright. “My plans were all but laid out.” He turned to see that Draco was now leaning against the rock wall and was taking deep calming breaths trying to regain his composure and succeeding if not slowly in doing so.

“Draco you must learn to control yourself. You must face your fears and defeat them. I have told you this before have I not?” The words were not scolding nor condescending, they were almost words of encouragement.

“I-I don’t know what is happening.” Draco stammered still trying to control his breathing. “It’s these caves. I haven’t had this problem since I was a little boy and now they come back?” he looked questioningly at Severus hoping that he would have some explanation as to why a childhood nightmare would suddenly reappear in such stark realness but Snape only looked at him with his cold black eye’s. Somehow he looked much paler in the blue light than he normally did.

“We must hurry Draco; the members are already lining the great hall for the convention.” Snape reached out to grasp Draco’s arm to escort him quickly back to the main tunnels and corridors, back and up to the great chamber, where Draco was to learn what all his training was to be about.

As the two of them headed back up the dark passageway Snape looked back towards Lucius Malfoy’s cell with a worried look. “He will make trouble if he is to remain alive.” The thought was grim and yet it was also unavoidable. Draco had not even looked backwards; he had dismissed his father somewhere between the taunts against his manhood and the jibes against his mother.






“Poppy!”

Remus was standing at Harry’s bed and called out to Madame Pomfrey who had just stuck her head outside of her office at the sound of her name.

“Poppy, do you know where Harry Potter might be?” He asked.

“Well, now that you mention it, I’ve not seen the boy for sometime now..” Looking down at her watch Madame Pomfrey frowned.

“What's wrong Poppy?” asked Remus.

“Mr. Potter should have been back sometime ago. The potions I gave him were quite precise.”

Remus grinned ruefully and raked his hand through his hair and replied, “Poppy I think we’ve been given the slip.”

“The slip Remus? Mr. Potter may have fallen down. He should have been in the Hospital wing far longer than I agreed. The rest of this week may not have been long enough I think” Madame Pomfrey was looking scandalized as Remus’s comment began to sink in. “The scoundrel. Remus do you think that he’s given us the slip?”

Remus’s broad grin spoke volumes but in Poppy’s defense he reminded her of her other patient that still needed her care and with that Poppy rushed down the long row of beds…,

“Remus, the elf is gone too!” Madame Pomfrey wailed.

Remus fought to hold back his laughter as Madame Pomfrey looked thoroughly flummoxed by the loss of two of her patients and from directly under her nose. Lupin went to her to help clam her down which he did succeed in doing so only after he promised to search the castle provided that she return to her office and take a calming draft for herself.

Lupin was looking amused as he left the hospital wing. Harry was just like his father James. Always too eager and always on the move but that musing was mixed with a bit of worry as well. He had seen what Harry was willing to step into though he had not the opportunity to investigate further into the goings on after he ran into Severus Snape. Silently he hoped that Dumbledore’s trust was a valid one.

Once outside of the Hogwarts gates he turned and apparated to Grimmauld Place. He hoped to catch up to Harry there or at least with Ron or Hermione. They would need to know what they faced should they need to come to Harry’s aid.






“Yes I know where Uncle Harry was.” Molly’s voice chimed brightly. “Do you want me to take you there?”

Hedwig’s sense of knowing where Harry was caused her to immediately become agitated once Harry and Ron apparated out of Grimmauld Place. Harry had left her behind and she was worried. There was no possible way she could fly that distance to be by his side as she had been all throughout the search for Snape and Malfoy. They were meant to be together and she couldn’t understand why he would just leave her behind.

“Okay then, are you ready?” Molly held out her arm and Hedwig settled onto it. Holding Hedwig tightly Molly said “One, Two, Three…,” and there was a pop and she was gone.

Hermione was just coming to the bedroom to see what game it was that Molly had been playing when she heard her three year old daughter counting once again. She opened the door to an empty bedroom and looked around. She knew Molly had to be somewhere near by as she had just heard her voice so she looked about the room, under the bed, in the closet, behind the bookcase, the dresser drawers, and everywhere else she could think to look and saw nothing. Going to the next room she looked much the same way she had in the first bedroom and then looked yet into another room. Hermione was becoming anxious now and started to call out for her.

“Molly! Molly, come out this instant!” Hermione was frantic as she went from room to room in the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley was now caught up in the search for her young grand daughter when she heard the frantic voice of Hermione as she searched.

“Winky!” Mrs. Weasley called for her house elf in a sharp and commanding voice and almost as soon as she called the crack of a house elf sounded behind her,

“Missus Wheezy has called for her Winky?”

“Winky little Molly is nowhere to be found. Do you know where she is?” There was a hint of fright in the otherwise calm voice of Molly Weasley.

Fear and panic swept through Winky in an instant. “Winky is not knowing where missy Molly is.” Winky was shaking now as she caught the sight of Hermione’s face which was tear streaked and panic stricken. “Winky is not knowing,” Winky was near bawling when she spoke.

Molly grasped both the elf and Hermione by the arms and said, “We must calm ourselves. She must be here somewhere. Winky you search the attic and the upper two floors. Hermione you take the second and third floor as well as down here and I’ll search the grounds. You there, Neville is it? The two of you come with me.” Neville and Lavender Brown had come out from the kitchen to see what the yelling was all about.


Chapter 47 Continued

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PostSubject: Re: Harry Potter and the Hunt   Sun 22 Mar 2009, 10:30 pm

The Hunt

Chapter 47 continued


A Wrench Thrown In




As the five of them began their search several other members of the D.A., had shown up for their meeting and after being told what was going on immediately launched themselves into the search but by the time the meeting was to start Missy Molly had not been found.

Hermione was lost. She sat at the kitchen table and her body heaved in sobs. Fred and George both had their arms around her and their mother directed the meeting half heartily. There wasn’t much to tell the members of the D.A., other than what they had already panned which was to wait for the signal and then emerge on scene ready to fight if necessary.






Ron, Harry, and Dobby disapparated right on top of Harry’s old campsite and Dobby quickly described the ledge that he had found to enter into the caves and then the three apparated once again to that point. Ron had his hand inside his traveling cloak, fingering the Galleon he had in his pocket just in case.

“Ron, Dobby, the two of you stay here for a moment. I want to get a look inside before we go on further.” Harry whispered to the two of them.

“Pardon me Mister Harry Potter sir.” Dobby tugged at Harry’s cloak. “There is only the passageway inside sir.”

“I know Dobby but I still want to get a feel for what's inside before we go on.”

Harry explained. Harry had learned the ability to feel for unwanted magics or hidden magics during his search for Voldemort’s Horcruxes. He had tried to teach Ron how to do it at one time and wondered now if Ron had finally learned. Ron only nodded his assent and held onto Dobby as Harry moved on and into the darkness of the tunnel.

Ron took the opportunity to take his wand out and spoke silently into the wand tip and pointed it as a wisp of blue jetted from its tip. He had sent a message to Hermione to let her know that they had arrived.






Harry ventured further into the cavern until he could barely see from the dim light that was cast from the evening sky above Saw Tooth. He had Dobby’s map firmly placed in his mind and knew that there was to be a shallow left turn not to much further ahead in the narrow tunnel like corridor of the cave. Stopping only for a moment to listen for any noise Harry took out his wand and muttered “Lumos.” A light sprung from the wands tip and nearly blinded him is the sudden brilliance of it luminescence. Although the light was small he could barely discern the shadowy bend not too far in the distance. Looking back to see if Ron and Dobby had obeyed his instruction to remain behind, he trudged on further into the cave.

The tunnel path was completely dark now except for the small glow that surrounded him and the only sounds were the soft scrapings his trainers were making as he cautiously stepped forward deeper into the bowels of the cave. “This was not how Dobby described it,” he thought to himself. Harry had envisioned something just short of lighted walkways and wide avenues to walk down but nothing like what he was walking through. The passageway was so narrow at times he had to turn sideways to keep from brushing against both sides of the walls. The temperature inside the cave was cool but not cold. Actually it was quite comfortable but he wasn’t here to enjoy the thrill of spelunking. He was here to capture one man and it would do him well to pay attention to that task.

Sounds were coming down the passages towards him now and Harry muttered the spell “Nox” and immediately the light from his wand tip extinguished itself and he stopped and listened. The voices were not coming towards him after all he was coming up on them.

“Yeah, if’n the Great Lord kin convince these louts that its time ter be counseling them muggles in all…,”

Harry missed what else had been said by the first man from the sound of his voice.

“He knows where the crack is an’ he plans to unleash the horde behind the forbidding. That’ll frighten them muggles right enough to have us come ter their aide.” The other man in the conversation said.

“An’ the price fer helpin’ them muggles beat the horde off’n them will be our reward eh?’ said the first man.

“Yeah, I think I might like ter claim me one o’ them states I think. The people livin’ there could be my servants.” The second man added.

A third voice chimed into the conversation now and said, “An’ the funny part of it all is these wannabe Druids here at this meeting that are being hoodwinked in ter thinking it’s the near end of the age. An’ their gonna be helpin’ us and they dun know it.”

The guffaws from all three sound coarse in Harry’s ears as he listened on.

“Yeah well sum a them there Demons are gonna be a right pain ter control from what I heard. The twisted one’s a be a right pain to gather up but they’ll come along easily enough. Inferi gone bad you know, gotta a mind o’ their own.”

“Plow right through any Army. They’ll need to call on us wizarding folk ter help him out. Can’t kill what's dun been killed once before. Needs magic ter take care of those one’s. But the Demons. Yeah you be right about that. Won’t want to be the Battle Leader when that time comes.”

“I hear them Demons kin do a bit of magic themselves.”

“Well summat them kin, and right powerful magic to boot. Ya need a strong wizard ter take ‘em down. An then there’s Dragon’s wots gone bad and mean to. I’ll not be stepping outside until them’s all dun been caught up.”

Harry sat back on his heels in the darkness and listened to the three men talk of the plans this Great Lord had in the making. “I have to get to Snape before he does any of this.” Harry thought to himself as he continued to listen in.

As he listened images of that strange dream he had had while laying up in the hospital wing flashed through his mind. It tugged at him as if he had fought a battle much like what these men were planning to unleash. He knew he had never fought a battle such as that but deep down within his own body his cells shouted to him. Something was awakening within him and his blood began to boil. “I can’t allow it to happen again. I’ve got to get to him” Harry sat and waited for the men to leave but it seemed as if they had no plans to move from where they were talking.

An Idea came to him and he checked his pockets and there it was, one of Fred and George’s newest inventions. It was the imitator. Harry took it out of the cloak pocket and spoke the name “Severus Snape.” And then spoke aloud. “What are you fools doing down here. You are wanted back up here.”

One of the men gulped audibly while another called out, “We was to be on watch and was sent down here mister Snape sir.”

“So they knew who Snape was and they knew his voice.” Harry thought and he rasied the imitator back to his mouth once again and said, “Did O not just say that you were wanted up there. Well? Why are you not moving then?” Harry felt chills run down his spine as he spoke and heard the oily words of Severus Snape in his ears. Another audible gulp was heard from the men’s direction.

“Right then we’re coming on up. No need to get hasty mister Snape sir. No need.”

Harry heard the shuffling of footsteps fall away from him into silence but he waited still for another long while before starting out himself to follow them.






Popping noises broke the silence of the already darkened sky all about Ron and Dobby as Fred, George, Bill and several other members of Dumbledore’s Army apparated to where the two were left waiting for Harry to return. Before Ron could ask why the change in plan, as everyone was to wait for the signal, Bill placed a finger to his lips and beckoned for Ron to come closer.

In a hushed voice Bill told Ron of Little Molly’s disappearance and of Hermione’s frantic state. Ron looked ruefully at his brother for a moment and then asked, “Should I be worried?”

“Well Hermione’s in a right state, but then if Molly doesn’t come on the run when she’s called for…,” Bill trailed off. He didn’t need to voice how Hermione reacted when she thought Molly might be missing and Ron didn’t need to be told either.

“She’s probably found Fred and George’s old hiding spot and fell asleep.” Ron nearly smiled when he spoke picturing how many times the twins had gotten themselves into trouble just by doing the very same thing when they were all younger,

“How long has Harry been gone, Ron?” A note of concern had edged Bill’s voice. He didn’t like the surroundings very much and the sky had completely darkened. Ron han not realized just how late the hour had become.

“Nearly an hour now, if not longer.” Ron replied

Seamus Finnigan had cleared his throat not wanting to interrupt the two while they talked quietly and as Bill glanced up the rest of the D.A., had already gathered around the two and were waiting for their instructions.

“Fred, George. The two of you, Ron and you too Dobby, I want the four of you to start heading into the caves. Seamus, take three others and follow this path to see if there may be another entrance. This opening here doesn’t look to me as it it were the main door so to speak. The rest of you,” Bill gestured to the others that were still standing about after Seamus had selected his group, “I want you to stay here with me. If anyone runs into trouble send of red sparks if you can, and if you can’t then thumb your Galleons and we’ll come along a quickly as we can.”

Ron, the twins, and Dobby was already entering in the mouth of the cave as the others began to pair off as Bill had instructed. No one argued and the atmosphere was quickly subdued.


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PostSubject: Re: Harry Potter and the Hunt   Sun 22 Mar 2009, 10:34 pm

The Hunt

Chapter 48


Evil Awaits




“The armies of man wage war all across the world. The Jihads rise once more!”

Grindelwald’s voice rang across the great chamber echoing off its walls as he spoke to his convention of Druids. Their faces shining and glistening with rapture as his words rang through them. Visions of age old and gone battles ran through their heads as he spun his tale to incite their obedience and support. He was recalling each of the great wars of man and of Faerie when the call for Druid assistance rang.

“The evilness and the vile will rise again to call upon the hordes and it will be out time to march against the horde and lead man into a new age. An age, where we will council the nations of man once again. An age, where Elves will be free to roam once again and ask us for our council. Am age where witches and wizards need not hide themselves. And I, the leader of this council will purge this world of all that’s unclean and impure.”

The roar that erupted inside Grindelwald’s chamber was deafening. Harry clamped his hands over his ears as he stared in amazement at who was standing behind the speaker. It was Snape and Draco Malfoy. Harry was sure that he would find Snape leading this, this meeting, but he was standing in the background.

So he’s not the leader of the Death Eaters or whatever this is. Harry thought to himself. Harry had found his way, well had actually followed the guards that he had found further below in one of the passageways that led to this chamber, and had listened to the speech from its beginning nearly and hour earlier. But still, Snape had to pay for his crimes and it was he that Harry had followed for all of these years, and it was Snape that started everything when he had betrayed the wizarding world by telling Voldemort of the Prophecy that led to the killing of Harry’s parents, Cedric Diggory, Sirius Black, Albus Dumbledore, Arthur Weasley, Ginny Weasley, and countless other people to numerous to name.

Harry looked around himself, there were too may witches and wizards enthralled by this speech to do anything right now. He was sure that the moment he tried to do anything, they would turn on him instantly. There was no way in telling just how many of them were truly dark Wizards and Witches and how many were just caught up in the lies that were being spoken today. There was no way that Harry could know that Grindelwald was actually telling the truth which made his speech all the more compelling to listen too. Harry listened on as Grindelwald outlined his plan. A plan in which the wizarding world would rise once again as it did so many thousands of years ago, so many ages ago, to save mankind. Grindelwald’s speech had almost swayed Harry, except that Harry had just one purpose in mind today. To either arrest Severus Snape for the murder of Albus Dumbledore, or to see him dead which ever the case be as it presented itself. Harry didn’t really care much which choice would be made. Had it not been for Snape, none of this would be happening now, and that knowledge burned heavily and deeply in Harry’s mind.




Ron’s insides churned as he and the twins followed Dobby through the labyrinth of passageways and corridors the led deeper in the belly of the mountain. A taste of acid had lodged itself firmly in his throat and each time his stomach turned; the acid in his throat fizzed anew. It was a gut wrenching feeling for him and by the look on Fred and George’s faces, they felt the same as he did. The odd thing about this was that Ron should have been shaking and quaking in his shoes but when he held a hand out to observe how he felt, his hand was as steady as a rock and he noted that his knees no longer felt as if a curse had been placed upon them, and strangely he was not afraid either. He had a job to do and that job was to see Harry safely home with the rest of the family.

Dobby suddenly stopped in his tracks and held a long bony finger to his lips. Voices were coming from just beyond a turn up ahead. Ron motioned for the twins to separate to either side of the wide avenue that they were now in and to his relief neither of them argued and immediately followed his direction. Motioning to Dobby to come back to him, Ron wanted to ask what was ahead of them, Dobby slipped silently back to Ron and without prompting began to give in detail what was just in front of them. They had arrived at the great chamber where this meeting was to take place, and Ron surmised that it was already very much underway.

As Dobby and Ron began to outline a plan to search for Harry and if need be to act swiftly, a pale skin colored thread of string wound its way up Ron’s leg. Ron looked down with a start and realized that it was an extendable ear that led back to the twins. They were listening in on the plans and nodding their heads in agreement. They were ready for a fight but neither of them really wanted to be in one.

Dobby was to act once again as a house elf belonging to one of the witches and wizards and scout about for where Harry might have secreted himself. There was no doubt in any of their minds that he was already there, it was just a matter of finding him and finding out what his plans were and how they could help him without causing a war.

George has slipped the end of an extendable ear into one of his and was threading it along the avenue towards the chamber. He wanted to hear what was going on in this meeting himself. his eye’s kept widening at what he was hearing and held the end of his line outward so that Fred could listen in also. Across the passageway Ron was doing the same.

“The leaders of your countries may need to be removed if they fail to believe the horde is threatening to return.”

Grindelwald kept up his oration as Snape and Malfoy stared out into the audience. Draco’s face had taken on a gleam as visions of the horde rampaging through the streets of London while he stood in their midst dispatching one after another before the creature could do any harm. From Harry’s stand point it was easy to see the Draco had fell into the mind trap that Grindelwald was setting.

From the corner of Snape’s eye he too had seen what was happening to Draco yet there was nothing that he could do for him while the Great Master was speaking. Grindelwald continued speaking and his voice rose and fell with a rhythmic wave that still held his audience captive. His words worked their magic into a spell that wrapped itself around the listener and held them in his power. The Dragoons were ready to do anything that he asked of them and they would do so with fervor.

Harry was barely listening to what was being said. His mind was working hard on how to separate Snape away from Malfoy and this man that was speaking this rubbish that held everyone’s attention. His first thought was to just wait until the meeting ended and then set himself before Snape after everyone had left. As he thought of the various ways his plans could go wrong such as Snape not leaving the speakers side or Draco coming to Snape’s defense. Harry hated Draco Malfoy but he also bore no malice towards him either. Draco was not a part of his plans and in a way somewhere deep within him he actually felt for Draco. Harry did remember how Lord Voldemort had held the lives of Draco’s mother and father over his head.

Back in the cavern, Fred, George, and Ron were looking at each other in complete disbelief at what they were hearing. Whomever it was had just given the okay for who ever it was attending this meeting or whatever it was the license to take over the different governments around the world. It was like what Voldemort wanted to do but only in a much grander nightmare. Ron had crossed over to where the twins were, it was time to call everyone in and put this nonsense to an end. Fred and George needed no convincing so Ron turned and sent his Jack Russell Patronus zooming back out the cave with a message to Bill.




The Patronus dissipated into the wind as Bill reached into his pocket and withdrew the Galleon that Hermione had given him earlier when the original plan was still on. Looking at the Galleon and remembering the words that came out of Ron’s message Bills face tightened. This was going to be a war and people were going to get hurt again. Where is Harry? I can put an end to this now I know it! Bill looked at the Galleon again and then rubbed his thumb across it and placed it back into his pocket.

Several long minutes went by and then popping noises began to erupt all around him. Percy had just disapparated when a strong hand seized him by the arm roughly.

“Percy, I want you to get back to the Ministry and bring everyone you can find!”

“Whaa?”

“Don’t argue. Everyone! Aurors, Magical Law Enforcement, Everyone!”

“Bill, what is it? Is Harry in trouble”

“Its worse than, than, you-know-who Percy now go!”

Bill’s mind was whirling as he tried to focus on making a plan when he didn’t even know what they were facing. He had to see what it was for himself and all he had was kids. Well they really weren’t kids anymore but the oldest of them had not even started at Hogwarts yet when he had left.

Hermione joined up with him before he had a chance to enter into the caves. Her eyes were red rimmed and slightly swollen, and her cheeks were still tear stained yet her face took on a stoic look when she asked if Harry were in trouble.

“Did you find Molly yet?” Bill asked softly.

Hermione shook her head. “Mum, Fleur, Gabrielle, and Winky are still looking for her. Mum seems to think that she found one of Fred and George’s hiding spots and fell asleep.”

Bill nodded his head. Ron had said nearly the same thing just less than an hour ago.

“She’ll be alright Hermione. Just you wait and see. Our mum knows us Weasley boys and you can bet she’s right about this. C’mon with me. I’m about to go see the boys right now to get a handle on what's going on.”

Hermione bit her lip and looked behind her as if she might see Molly running up to her and then nodded and followed Bill as he turned and entered into the caves.




Ron knew right where Harry was. Harry had gripped his wand tightly inside his robes as he stared at Snape from across the great chamber. The anger and hatred for the man was welling up and then subsiding in waves and he was gripping his wand and relaxing his hand in time with those waves. He was thinking things through and formed his plan. It was like playing wizard’s chess. If I do this then he’ll do that so I can do this and then he’ll move that way. He was choreographing what was to happen and forming a backup plan for each step along the way..

He had wished now that he hadn’t left Ron and the others at the entrance to the cave. Two maybe three wizards he knew he could handle in a duel but a hundred wizards? Harry thought about retreating but he just knew that if he left this spot where he stood Snape would leave the platform where he was standing and Harry would have to start his hunt all over again.

He had glimpsed Dobby just barely earlier, but he had not seen him since. As Grindelwald continued to speak and weave his magic into the minds of the onlookers, Harry’s own mind began having flashes of brutal images leaping in and out of his awareness. Horrible and grotesque figures loomed in his minds eye along with screams and cries of men and women which sounded in the background noise of a most fierce melee. The flashes were short but their vividness told Harry of minutes and hours that had gone by. Wizards casting spell after spell while Elves battled alongside them. Creatures leapt over their battle lines or ran through them taking men and women with them as they broke through.

How can I be seeing this? Harry wondered to himself as he watched the platform in front of him he watched the speaker and most importantly as he watched Snape and his every move. As Harry looked on the man that was speaking looked vaguely familiar to him. Something deep in has mind nagged at him that he should know who it was that stood before him.



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PostSubject: Re: Harry Potter and the Hunt   Sun 22 Mar 2009, 10:35 pm

The Hunt

Chapter 48 continued


Evil Awaits




As Bill organized the members of the DA., he also sent a message to Seamus who had followed the path down the mountain side in hopes of finding a main entrance. Seamus had taken Dean Thomas, Neville, and Ernie McMillan with him and in short order they had found a large entrance into the caves. Neville had sneaked into the large cavern for a look round and noted that it had a lived in appearance and in the back of the cavern a large passageway wide enough to be a small avenue that led nearly straight back deeper into the center of the mountain. Slipping down into the avenue he followed it for only a short distance until he heard voices coming from further within. He tip toed further in until he could clearly see at least six rough looking men standing in the passageway locked into conversation.

Retracing his steps and being ever so careful not to make any noise he managed to make it safely back outside and began his report to Seamus when he stopped short as a silvery wisp of a jackal was just dissipating in front of Finnegan.

“Neville what did you find out? That was Bill’s Patronus and he says that Harry’s in trouble and we need to go in.”

“There are six men not far down in a passageway towards the back of the cave.” Neville was surprised to hear the steadiness in his voice as he spoke. “If we go in together and attack all at once I think we can get by them. They look the rough sort but I don’t think they’ll be expecting anything either.”

Dean and Ernie both nodded their heads in agreement to what Neville was suggesting and had already withdrew their own wands and held them at the ready as if to expect an attack where they stood.

“A surprise attack eh Neville? Seamus I think that’s the plan then.” Said Ernie.

“Yeah let’s do it.” Dean cut in.

“Right then. Neville you lead on and when we get there we’ll split up two on each side. Neville and I will start the attack and you two when they turn to face us start your attack and we’ll keep them off guard.”

Neville turned to lead the other three back down into the mountain and when he began to hear the voices once more he motioned to them to split up. Dean and Ernie slipped over to the other side of the passageway and silently the four of them snuck forward. Seamus had allowed Neville to take charge without knowing that he did so. Neville had been with Harry the night they invaded the Ministry to rescue Sirius Black and he was the only one out of the four who had had any experience in dueling such as this.

The voices rose in volume as Neville and his team continued sneaking forward. Neville stopped and motioned for the other to do the same and then tapped Seamus on the shoulder and raised his wand and mouthed a silent count of three backwards. At the count of zero flashes erupted from their wand tips and two of the men fell to the ground. Shouts from the other four erupted in the corridor as they began to cast their own spells but at the same time Ernie and Dean and cast their own spells too.

Tarantalegra!

Stupefy!

A purple jet from one of the four men narrowly missed Seamus and chunks of stone splintered from the cave wall showering them in a rain of stone and rock. Dean was not so lucky as a strange orange light had hit him square in the chest and he began babbling nonsense and pointing his wand aimlessly sending flashes of spells in every direction causing Ernie who stood next to him to drop flat on his stomach onto the floor of the caves to avoid being hit. Neville instantly cast a shield charm to deflect another flash of orange that was sent his way.

Incarcerous!” Yelled Seamus. Ropes began to wrap themselves around the man who’s legs had been twitching severely from a curse that had hit him. Seamus wasn’t sure who had cast that curse but at least it kept the villain busy.

The last two men had turned and ran back down the passageway shouting out the alarm only to run into Bill, Ron, Hermione and another dozen members of Dumbledore’s Army. Neville now lay next to Seamus with his hands covering his head. Dean continued his strange babbling and the strange and uncontrolled castings of curses and spells. Ernie was doing his best to stay behind Dean and attempted several times to catch him up but each time he reached for him, Dean would spin around on him and fire off another two or three spells. It was Seamus who finally put an end to it. Dean went rigid and fell over backwards with a loud thump as Seamus’s Petrificus Totalus hit him squarely between the shoulders.

Ernie and Neville both looked at Dean with puzzlement.

“Was the only thing I could think of doing to stop him before he hit one of us with whatever spells he was babbling.” Seamus said with a shrug after he picked himself up from where he had flattened himself on the ground.

“So what do we do with him now?” Neville asked.

Ernie McMillan looked around and then took a deep breath. “Well I say that we tie these blokes up first and gag them then we hide Dean off somewhere where he won’t be seen for a bit..”

The others nodded and golden ropes flew from their wand tips as they cast the Incarcerous spell onto the men. Both Ernie and Neville set themselves to find a secluded spot in the wide avenue of a passageway to set Dean in while Seamus most unceremoniously used incanted the words “Loco Mortus” on one of the limp forms and began moving him out of the way. When Neville and Ernie returned Seamus had stacked all four men onto one another and had placed them against the wall.

“And where did you leave Dean then?” Seamus asked as he dusted off his hands.

“We found a small hollow in the wall not to far up the passageway and shoved him into it.” Ernie replied..

“Well let’s move on then shall we?” Neville said breathily.

The three of them turned and began to sneak down the passageway careful not to make too much noise when they ran into Bill and the others. Fred and George still had their extendable ears in place and where staring at the walls of the corridor.

“There has to be a doorway here somewhere.” Fred had said.

“Dobby, do you know where this door is? Ron asked.

“The door was opened when Dobby was here last sirs. Dobby is not knowing where it is now sirs.”

“Wait a minute. I’ve an idea.” George whispered quite loudly. He still had his extendable ear in place as he gathered up its end and began using it much like a muggle stethoscope “Yep, It’s much louder over here and then it gets softer when I get to here and then louder and then softer and then louder.” George was walking back and forth along the one side of the passageway.

Bill stepped forward and with his wand he began tapping the walls and explained as he went that this was one of the ways he used to find secret tunnels in the Pyramids of Egypt when he worked as a Curse Breaker for Gringotts. He finally stopped and with an intricate flick of his wand, the outline of a door began to appear before them.

“We should wait until the others get here.” Hermione said. “I mean Dobby said that there were at least a hundred people in there and there’s only the…,” She stopped and made a quick head count before finishing her sentence. “There’s only the nineteen of us. I don’t like those odds very much.”

“There’s twenty of us and that would be five on one.” A voice sounded dreamily in the rear. Luna Lovegood had just wandered up to the group. “Did any of you see the Ring Tailed Dillywanger?”

“The what?” Hermione asked somewhat perturbed and astonished all the same that Luna would be using this time to work on some hair brained whatever it was that she and her father did..

“The Ring Tailed Dillywanger. It’s really intelligent.” Luna said. “It’ll lead you into dark tunnels where it likes to hide and then get you lost in them. Did it get you lost too?”

Ron was easing his wand up and muttered something about the Lip Locker curse but Hermione softly pushed his wand back down and said very haughtily. “You have it all wrong Luna. It leads you to secret chambers and then disappears on you leaving you lost to find the hidden doors.”

Someone sniggered quite loudly in the back before Bill put a stop to the nonsense. “I’ll need someone to go back to the entrance, back to Percy, to lead the rest of them down here. We’re going on in and do what needs doing. Percy should already be back by the time you get back out so who ever is going be quick about it.”

Cho was near the back of the group and with a fierce look on her face, she turned and started running.

“Well then, let me see what this door is about then.” Bill turned back to the door and began to work his wand all about the outline muttering incantations and occasionally tapping the wall. Several long minutes went by and then a very audible click sounded causing several of the DA to hold their breaths.

“Right then,” Bill said. “Everyone get their favorite curse, hex, spell, jinx, or whatever your comfortable with ready.”

Hands gripped their wands tightly and faces were grim and set.

“When I open this door I want everyone to rush in. Every other person to the right; and the others to the left. Ron and Hermione your jobs are to look for Harry and back him up. Fred, you, George and lee Jordan will stay right here by the doors. Don’t let anyone escape. We’ll let the Ministry sort out whoever is innocent. Now does everyone understand the plan?

“What about Malfoy and this other bloke?” Ron asked. “I mean Harry’s going to be going after Snape, we all know that.”

“I’ll take Malfoy.” It was Neville who spoke up.

Seamus and Ernie both nodded to each other and Seamus said, “We’ll back Neville up and at the same time keep an eye out for this mysterious other guy.”

Neville seemed satisfied with that and so did Bill.

“Right then, the point is no one escapes and no one gets hurt.” Billed eyed each of them in turn until everyone nodded that they understood the plan. Bill didn’t like the plan himself having been on several Ministry raids at the end of Voldemort’s reign but then some of these DA members were there when Greyback and the others entered Hogwarts and had been involved in that battle. So there were some veterans so to speak. He only wished that percy would hurry up and that someone else was making this plan and not he. One thing flitted through his mind though and he hoped that it was right, Dobby has said that he did not think that most of the people were evil.

Taking a deep breath and motioning the others to get behind him Bill raised his wand and said “Ready then, one, two, and three!”


Chapter 48 Completed

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PostSubject: Re: Harry Potter and the Hunt   Sun 22 Mar 2009, 10:44 pm

The Hunt

Chapter 49


Hermione




Hermione leapt inside the huge chamber and her senses were immediately assailed by the images that had been woven into the words that Grindelwald had been speaking. A life long past and long asleep erupted in her blood. She stood dressed in a white silk dress adorned only with a silver belt and in her hand; she held a long belt knife with a pearl handle. Her eye’s radiated a fierce fury and her long flowing red hair whipped about her as she stood ready to fight as hideous looking creatures swarmed about her. Slashing at the creatures as they tried to sweep past her she saw Dain running towards her.

“Egwene, Hold fast!” Dain shouted as he fought his way to her side. “They’re trying for the Crystree!”

A tremulous wail mingled with heart wrenching screeching and screams assaulted her ears and her hands covered them to block out the sound as it tried to freeze her very soul. Hermione blinked as she was brought back to reality, her hands blocking out the words floating on the air as Grindelwald continued to speak. A Confundus charm mixed with a memory charm!, she thought to herself and with her hands still covering her ears she slipped back out of the chamber. Thinking quickly she tore a strip of cloth from her cloak and transformed it into a handful of cotton balls which she immediately stuffed into her ears. Repeating the process, she gathered enough cotton balls and then ran back inside the chamber searching for the members of her party stuffing them into their ears as she found them.

When Hermione had reached everyone she stood looking for Harry. She knew that he had to have been in the chamber. As her eye’s swept through the mass of people she noted the looks on their faces and immediately understood what Grindelwald was doing. She recognized some of the figures that were present from pictures in her muggle Law Books. These were Witches and Wizards that held positions in World Governments and he was whipping the War of the Ages into the minds eye. He was enlisting their unending cooperation with him as the new figure head! It was what Voldemort had been doing but on a grander scale.

Several wizards standing near her with looks of horror on their faces were nodding as Grindelwald spoke. She too heard what he was saying while the images of a battle flashed through her mind. He was showing what had happened in that battle and what would happen again if he was not allowed to take control of the world’s forces to pre-empt the upcoming battle. But where are these creatures then? She thought to herself. A dawning realization was slowly creeping upon her as she continued her search for where Harry stood. Professor Binns had covered this in his NEWT level History of Magic Class which she was the only student of Hogwarts to ever attend He was the Dark Wizard, A Dark Druid, who had found a weakness in the Forbidding and allowed demons to escape and with their treachery, they formed Dark Armies and Inferi.

The battle that had nearly caught her up in her minds eye, had been to capture and destroy the Crystree, the lock that held the Forbidding closed. Had they not succeeded in defeating Grindelwald then and then imprisoning him in the Forbidding…, Hermione suppressed a shudder at the thought of how the world would be today. Hermione knew what had to be done now.




Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell rounded the corner of the house and nearly ran into Molly Weasley. They had stayed behind to help look for Missy Molly. Having children of their own now, Molly welcomed two additional mothers who had experience in tracking down children who had gone quiet for any length of time and as an added bonus, they both knew Fred and George very well. So they had ideas of what might have attracted the twins but they had not found her. Inside of the Burrow closets, dresser drawers, cabinets, boxes of all shapes and sizes had been turned out. Chair and sofas had been upturned even the ghoul in the attic had been put out so a thorough search in the attic could be done.

Winky had been sent to Grimmauld place and used her kind of magic to make a quick but very thorough search of Missy Molly’s home and returned empty handed and in a worse state than Molly and Hermione added together. Though Molly had not ever been taken to Hogwarts, Hermes had been sent with a note attached to his leg asking the Head Mistress if she would be so kind as to have a look round at the school though the older Molly knew it would be fruitless. Molly simply was no where to be found and neither was Hedwig.

“If I ever get my hands on that owl again… I’ll… I’ll… I’ll pull every feather out of her one by one.” Molly ground her teeth as she spoke through them.

“Mrs. Weasley I know she’s alright.” Katie said patting her arm to comfort her. “Hedwig’s a smart bird. If you just knew how she looked after Harry when we were in school, making sure he got a letter every no and then and even being there when he needed a friend…,” Katie trailed off as she spoke.

“Yeah, Mrs. Weasley, Hedwig would let anything happen to your grand daughter.” Alicia chimed in. “She just wouldn’t.”

There was nothing left to do other than to wait for some word from Minerva McGonagal. So the three of them sat on the bench just outside the kitchen door and waited together and stared out across the Weasley’s small Quidditch field.




Severus Snape watched as the members of the D.A., entered into the Chamber yet he had not moved. From the corners of his eye’s he watched to see if Draco had noticed and frowned at what he saw. Draco was wrapped up the nonsense Grindelwald was spinning. He will be of no use to me until this rubbish if finished, Snape thought to himself. Shifting his eye’s to watch Grindelwald, Snape saw that he had seen the late comers and from the way Grindelwald held his head as he spoke Snape knew that he too knew that these new comers did not belong and Snape wondered how much longer he would wait before he would order the convention to turn on the D.A.

Snape’s mind was racing now trying to calculate how much time it would have taken for Grindelwald to return to full strength. It had been at least three years since he had prepared the last potion of the Dragon’s Blood recipe Dumbledore had given him. A muscle twitched in his cheek as he tried to recall just how long Grindelwald had been taking the potion. If he was at full strength already then Snape would not be able to subdue him, and if he could not then Draco certainly would not be able to. His only hope would have to be treachery from behind.

Grindelwald had stopped speaking and was eyeing his audience spotting each of the members of the D.A., and noting where they stood. Spotting Bill, Grindelwald raised his wand high into the air and pointed with it.

“Stop Demon! He shouted over the heads of his audience.

Eye’s followed to where his wand was pointing/ A scream erupted form a witch who had been standing directly in front of Bill. She had turned around to see where Lord Grindelwald had been pointing and looked directly into Bill’s face. Scarred and misshapen from his encounter with Greyback, the witch screamed again.

“Demons, they’ve found us and are attacking.”

A blue jet fizzled past Bill’s head lifting his hair as a wide space opened immediately around him. This is not what he had hoped for. Wands began erupting jets of light from other wizards though poorly aimed; Bill was in a bad spot very quickly. His own wand was flicking unspoken spells as quickly as he could summon them up. A purple jet of light hit his left arm spinning him around and his arm went dead unable to move, it hung limply by his side swinging on its own as he swiveled around to keep his balance and to look for some remote place to shelter himself from the fray

Fred leapt into the melee of spells being fired at his brother. Bill was only a few paces away from him at first but the crowd had forced him further away from him and now he fought madly to get to Bills side. It was bedlam but as he pushed and pulled both witch and wizard out of his way a path was slowly opening before him. He had stunned two wizards already but still no one had turned on him. They must have thought that he was one of them and was eager to get at the Demon, or so he thought when he suddenly went down twitching in pain as a yellow jet of light erupted from behind him and then engulfed him completely.

Bill saw Fred go down and roared in rage as three more members of the D.A., went down too. A stunning spell hit him in the chest but he stayed on his feet as he staggered backwards trying to maintain his balance.

Neville had slowly made his way to the dais where Snape and Malfoy stood. His eye’s were fixed on Malfoy’s and when they fray began he took aim and whispered “Stupefy”. Draco looked stupidly with his eye’s half glazed, still in the trance that Grindelwald had been weaving when he saw the arm thick beam of red light. His reaction was fast. Draco had cast a shield charm just in time but the force of Neville’s whispered spell knocked him off of his feet and he landed several feet away.

Undaunted, Neville climbed the platform and had another spell jetting after Draco even as he was flying backwards. Again, Draco’s shield charm flashed just before he would have been hit but this time Draco had his own wand in hand but to his surprise and disbelief, it sailed from his hand into Neville’s and then the words came to Draco’s ears as if in slow motion.

Accio Draco Malfoy’s wand!”

Neville caught it deftly in his hand and as he fired another spell at Draco he snapped the Draco’s wand in half. The years of Malfoy’s torment had taken its toll and Neville was being single minded. The spells he sent after Malfoy were thick and powerful and rapid. He was not going to allow Malfoy even a fraction of a second to rest. He was going to pound him until he was beaten.




Hermione had just spied out Harry when the battle erupted. He had been about half way to the dais and along the far wall when she saw him and it looked as if he were trying to make his way completely to the front. Keeping one eye on him she chanced a look at the platform and saw Draco flying backwards through the air and at the same time she saw Snape stepping off the back of the platform. Grindelwald stood where he was watching the mayhem as it unfolded with a smile pasted on his face but she could see that it did not reach his eyes. She had to get to Harry before he reached the podium.

A wizard jostled into her and then grabbed her arm, “Ere now, you don’t belong here!” he raised his wand and then fell over backwards. Hermione had her wand in hand and had stunned him from underneath her cloak.

“Harry!” Hermione shouted over the din but Harry didn’t turn away from the podium, he just kept creeping forward as if unseen by any of the others.

Hermione scanned the chamber for Ron and couldn’t see him so she looked round once more for any other members of the D.A., that might be near enough should she need any help and what she saw alarmed her. Several of their members were down already nearly a whole third of their group and help had not arrived yet. George and Lee Jordan were both firing spells into the Chamber while hiding behind the doors that they were fighting to keep closed as a large mass tried to push them open to escape. Screams of “The demons are among us!” and “The horde has broken through!” still reverberated through the chamber.

Stupefy. Protego. Stupefy!” Hermione had to fend off two more people as she made her way closer to Harry calling out his name when she could but he still ignored her calls. She was sure that he could at least hear his name being called as she was now less than fifteen feet from where he now stood.

Her hair lifted with the electricity and the missed spells that filled the air in the midst of the battle. She had been hit once by a glancing spell and her shoulder throbbed with pain but she could still move it wincing as she may when she pushed people from her path. Another spell hit her and she turned with its impact into the arms of Grindelwald.

“Well now who do we have here? Hermione Granger isn’t it?”



Chapter 49 Continued

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PostSubject: Re: Harry Potter and the Hunt   Sun 22 Mar 2009, 10:45 pm

The Hunt

Chapter 49 continued


Hermione




Grindelwald’s face remained placid but Hermione could hear the sneer in his voice as he spoke. Her knees still felt weak and she would have gone down had he not caught her when he did. How did he get from there to here so fast? She thought to herself as his grip tightened on her arms to the point of cutting off her circulation.

As his grip continued to tighten Hermione only stared into his face and then with a whiplash of movement she stamped on the bridge of one of his feet and kicked out with the other kicking him in the shin and kneed him causing him to loosen his grip just enough to release her and then she vanished.

She didn’t know what had happened she was there struggling with Grindelwald and then she was ten feet away from him. Harry has seen what had happened and he was already closing in on Grindelwald. A wide open space had cleared itself of the throng and Hermione chanced a fleeting look around for Ron and saw dozens of ministry officials disarming the members of the convention. It was just her, Harry and Grindelwald right now.

Hermione’s shoulder throbbed in pain where the spell had hit her earlier and her arms were still numb from the force of the grip Grindelwald had on her and her foot felt like it might have been broken when she kicked him, but she stood and faced the man with her wand held high. A flash caught her in the leg from behind and Hermione fell hard to the ground and she heard a crack as she fell. A stray spell cast by someone from behind had ricocheted and hit her.

“Stay where you are!” Grindelwald had noticed Harry in the fractious moment that Harry had seen what was happening and turned to meet with this man.

To Hermione several long minutes had past by and she wondered why Harry had not done anything to help her but in reality it took only the time for Harry to see what happening and to instantly react. Just a fraction of a second.

“MOL-LEEE NOOOO!”

“You hurt my mummy and I’ll hex you!”

Missy Molly stood in front of her mother with her wand pointed directly at Grindelwald’s chest. Hedwig was no where to be seen.

“Step aside little girl, this does not concern you.” Grindelwald spoke gruffly to Molly

“I mean it. You hurt my mummy and it’ll be the end of you!” Molly’s face was red with rage and her hand did not shake.

“Step aside I say! Step aside!” Spit flew from Grindelwald’s mouth as he spoke.

“M-Molly dear, Please baby move away, Please baby listen to mummy.” Hermione pleaded with her daughter but Molly did not move and her wand arm remained steady..

“Step aside child you need not die today. Step aside I say!” Grindelwald was shaking in rage now as he spoke to Missy Molly.

“Molly, listen to Uncle Harry come over to me now c’mon.” Harry beckoned to Molly to come to him but she remained where she stood.

“You’re a bad man. Go away and leave us alone!” Molly was shouting at Grindelwald now and red sparks were showering from her wand tip as if to demonstrate her meaning. “I’ll hex you if you don’t go away.

M-Molly listen to your Uncle Harry please baby, be a good little girl for mummy and go to Uncle Harry. I-I need you to do this for me.” Tears were flowing down Hermione’s cheeks and she winced in pain as she tried to push Molly out of the way.

“You were there when it happened last and if that blasted girl won’t move I’ll kill her first and then finish you off like I should have done then.” Red sparks drizzled from the tip of his wand too as he spoke and then he flicked his wand and a purple jet caught Neville in the chest. Neville had seen what had happened and had crept up behind Grindelwald and was just about to cast his spell when Grindelwald, not looking behind him, fired a spell that Harry had never heard of before.

Harry could only stand there and watch it happen all over again and he shook with the rage that he held suppressed deep within him. It was the Ministry all over again when he lost Ginny forever and now he was faced with losing Hermione and Ron’s daughter too! I have to do something he thought, but if I move…, must keep my mind clear…, a distraction, that all I need. Just one second of time and he’s mine! Harry’s mind worked furiously while at the same time he fought to keep his emotions plain and empty. He knew what he needed but it was so far away from him right now.

The veil. I need the veil and I can end this. Harry thought to himself.

“M-Molly p-please listen to mummy, p-please b-baby.” Hermione held both arms outstretched as she choked out her words. “P-please baby go to Uncle Harry. Y-you c-can’t help mummy. Pleeease.”

Harry couldn’t stand to hear Hermione’s begging and he took a step towards Molly and a spell blast at his feet stopped him short.

“Let me take the child out of the way!” Harry bellowed and in a much softer voice Harry turned to Molly and coaxed, “C’mon Molly. Come over here please. Molly, do as your mummy asks, do it for me, please Molly.”

Molly never took her eyes away from Grindelwald and her wand never wavered as she spoke plainly and evenly to Grindelwald. “Go away and leave my mummy alone!”

“The child does not matter Potter! Oh yes, I know who you are now, stay right there no one needs get hurt but one today and if that little girl does not move…,” his wand lowered to meet Molly’s size. “Avada Kedav…,”

A strange sound filled the chamber and Grindelwald stopped his incantation to see what it was. Several large barn owls were flapping their wings and carrying a very large item underneath them. Harry’s jaw dropped. It was Hedwig in the center of the owls and they were carrying the veil beneath them.

The owls dropped the veil just feet behind where Grindelwald stood and then several more owls dropped an elf. It was Winky. Winky went immediately to Hermione’s side and then she saw what was happening and moved quickly.

“Sit back down elf or she dies now.”

Winky did as she was instructed thinking that Grindelwald was talking about Missy Molly.

“I’ve a Question first.” Harry said trying to stall for time. Behind Grindelwald stood the veil and behind that George and Bill were slowly creeping forward and plainly out of sight from where Grindelwald stood.

“What is it boy?”

“You said that she stopped you once before or something like that. What did you mean by that?”

“It was thousands of years ago during the last age of faerie and the first age of man. I would have taken over the world had she not been there to stop me.”

“But it wasn’t her. She’s, she’s my age and you? How could you be that old?”

“Time does not exist when you’ve been put in the Forbidding boy and only the strongest survive in there. I survived and I searched along its walls. Years and years I searched until I found the weakness I needed. The poison given the Crystree took long but I found its weakness and I escaped and I mean to finish my plan. Now step away child. You don’t have to die.”

Harry looked stunned by what he had heard. It was his dreams all over again but Hermione wasn’t in them it was Dobby who was there and the death he felt…,

Molly’s eyes grew fiercer and her stance was…, “Stupe…,”

Avada Kedavra! “

The green jet of light flashed from the tip of Grindelwald’s wand just as Harry lunged forward into Grindelwald. A red jet of light raced past Harry’s head from somewhere behind him and struck Grindelwald just as Harry and a blinding white blur mixed with green smashed into Grindelwald and the both of them fell through the veil together.

Hermione screamed as the Green Jet of light exploded in front of her and she watched Molly fall in slow motion. So slow, so slow that it took hours for her daughter to land flat on her back. Molly lay motionless in front of Hermione.

“MOL-LEEE NOOOO!” Hermione’s wail was heard completely through the caverns. Her cry reverberating off of each wall throughout its depths. Its long mournful cry was shattered with shrieks and wails of grief. Men from the Ministry turned their backs from the scene unwilling to witness Hermione as her sobs wracked her body and her hand patted Molly’s arm so gently, so tenderly. “Molly, baby, please….,”

George and Bill were both on their knees sobbing as uncontrollably as Hermione’s body shook. Percy had just entered into the chamber and the sight that met his eyes caused him to sag against a wall and he slid down its smooth sides as his legs gave out from underneath him. Fred had not moved from where he had been taken down earlier on in the fight

“RO-ON! OUR BABY!”

Chapter 49 Completed

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PostSubject: Re: Harry Potter and the Hunt   Sun 22 Mar 2009, 10:48 pm

The Hunt

Chapter 50


Beyond the Veil




Harry scrambled to his feet, his wand still held tightly in his hand and the look of pure hatred and rage etched along his face. His scar throbbed with the same beat of his pulse and his eyes narrowed as he looked down at his feet where Grindelwald still lay. He knew who this man was now and he knew his history. Not hesitating, Harry simultaneously caste multiple spells. Petrificus Totalus, Incarcerous, Silencio, and for added measure, the Lip locker curse. Harry was not going to give this man the opportunity nor a chance. Memories locked deep in the cells of his blood cells screamed of who and what this man was. As Harry stood looking at him, he realized that he had gone through the veil.

Harry looked around at his surroundings and saw that the ground was rocky and barren. It was a waste land rank with defilement. What brush that was present looked tortured and black with abuse and the decay of time. Harry also noted that the brush, whatever kind it was, held thorns that threatened to leap onto the unsuspecting. The ground and its surroundings were of a pale grey. Devoid of any color other than shadow and the sky was of a pale red, almost the reflection of the color and the light that it cast was again almost the reflection a pale light which did not touch the ground. This is the Forbidding. The prison for all that’s evil. He thought to himself. This is where Sirius went. The truth of it slammed home but Harry remained stoic within himself and gritted his teeth against the oath he wanted to shout and the curses he wanted to bestow upon Bellatrix Lestrange should he catch up to her.

There was no wind in the Forbidding yet Harry could hear voices that could only have been carried on the wind yet, there was none to speak of. Echoes of voices reverberated off the desolate landscape and they seemed as if they were growing nearer, louder, they were echoing from inside his head. Evil vile words dark enough to make a person lay down and cower from the sheer hatred within the words. Harry felt a shiver as he listened to what the voices said.

Fresh meat, meat so sweet, blood so juicy, tear the meat, shred the meat, crack the bones. Blood so sweet, tender meat, meat so sweet…,

Harry held his hands to his ears to block out the sounds, the vileness of the words, their evilness, but the words only echoed louder when he did so. His scar felt as if it were ready to burst open. It can’t be Voldemort. Harry thought as a hand held his scar. He’s gone. The Dementors saw to that I know it, but he’s here and I can feel it. Harry’s scar had only hurt before when Voldemort was near or held a very strong emotion. It had never hurt unless Voldemort was apart of it but Harry had known that it couldn’t have been him. Gripping his wand tighter he looked down at the still bound and unmoving form of Grindelwald. It was time to start looking for a way out of the Forbidding but behind him where a gate or an opening should have been was nothingness. A rock wall or a cliff loomed high above his head covered in the same pale grey colors and shadows as was in front of him, to his right, and to his left.

He had no idea of where to go. His memory told him nothing the cells that flowed through his blood told him that this was a land of its own and not of the world he once knew. There were other memories that nagged at the back of his mind struggling to tell him something but he didn’t know how to summon them to the surface and if he could, would he even know what to do with them or what they could possibly mean. Another thought that plagued his mind was what to do with Grindelwald. Grindelwald still lay where Harry had bound him and hexed him. had he awakened from unconsciousness Harry would not have known, he had found the Petrification curse to be very useful in the past and it left its victim most satisfactorily…, stiff and unable to move.

The voices on the air still assailed his senses as he took in stock his surroundings and watched the shadows move. It was a part of the horde that he was seeing and whatever it was that was within him told him so. Harry stood, wand in his hand, his mouth set, and he waited for the swarm to approach. He was going to fight them.

The shadow surrounded him now and the voices in the air rose in volume to an ear splitting noise but Harry stood prepared to do what he must. A lone creature approached him. Tall, well above seven feet, its body was twisted. What caused Harry to step backwards was it head. The creature had a body of a man yet its head was almost human like but instead of a nose it had a snout and where its ears should have been horns like a rams jutted out from its head. It held a long black scythe across its chest with both hands as it approached. Stopping not more than fifteen feet in front of Harry it let out a bellow that nearly rattle Harry’s brain. It was a Trolloc. Someone’s misguided experiment of transfiguring beasts into men or maybe it was the other way around, but it was an evil meant for no other purpose than to build a Dark Army. Again Harry’s memories from within his blood told him this

The sound of that bellow shut out the sing song chant that sounded on the wind. Harry understood that bellow to be a challenge and he wondered how many challenges would go on until the mass that had assembled would surge upon him. As he straightened himself and prepared for his duel a growl from behind caused him to jerk his head around to face the new danger. As he turned, a huge black creature leapt over his shoulder past him and walked towards the creature snarling and baring its teeth. It meant to answer the challenge.

Harry watched in amazement. Were they to duel one another to be the first to attack him? Harry wondered to himself. The new creature vaguely resembled a large black dog but its body had been twisted and it was bone thin. What fur remained was enough for Harry to see its hackles raised and its ears laid flat as it circled the much larger Trolloc. Its snarls were drowned out by the snorts and bellows of the much larger creature and as Harry looked on he thought it would be very unwise to interfere and decided it wiser just to watch and wait.

The dog shaped creature circled the much larger Trolloc snapping its jaws in challenge. White foam escaped from its mouth with each snarl and with each snap of its large jaws. Harry could hear the snapping from where he stood. In a blinding flash the Trolloc swung his scythe in a sweeping arc only to find air. The dog leapt to the side and then darted in between the creature’s legs and snapped at its ankle with a ripping bite. The roar from the Trolloc and the now red muzzle of the dog like creature told Harry that its teeth found its mark.

The Trolloc whirled faster than Harry thought possible and twisted at the waist sweeping his large weapon in a fluid motion that again found air and the dog took another bite at the Trolloc’s already damaged ankle, this time coming away with more than blood. Again, the larger creature roared with pain and swing its scythe in a sweeping motion and then reversed its swing half way through it attack twisting the weapon in its hands as if it were a staff and the butt end caught the dog in the flanks causing it to fall away from its leap to hamstring the Trolloc’s injured leg. Harry was forced to admire the battle as the dog’s attacks were markedly determined to harass the beast before taking it down for the kill.

Harry watched the dance between the two creatures, that was how he had come to see their movements, One leading one way, and then the other leading, and with each step in the other would step out and sometimes blood would erupt out of that dance. The Trolloc was breathing hard and its steps faltered. Meanwhile the horde shouted and cursed obscenities not meant for human ears but they did not move forward. The Trolloc fell and the dog wasted no time. It attacked the throat of the demon and held on tightly. The Trolloc’s struggle slowed until the movements became jerky and then they stopped altogether but the dog still held on tightly for several minutes longer and then it released its quarry.

As the Trolloc lay unmoving the beast of a dog shape turned to face the horde and then it issued its own challenge. Pacing back and forth and occasionally snarling out more challenges, it waited for someone or something to meet its challenge but the horde just stood and waited themselves. It was a standoff in Harry’s eyes but as he continued to watch, the horde seemed to be less and then he noticed that what he was seeing was a retreat. None of the demons wanted to accept this creature’s challenge and so they were leaving. The dog still continued with its pacing until at last it, Harry, and Grindelwald were all that remained.

The dog turned and began walking back towards Harry. Its head continued to swivel as if looking all around, as if suspecting another attack. When it reached within a dozen feet from Harry, Harry lifted his wand and pointed it. “Stay where you are.” Harry ordered not knowing if the creature would understand his words but the dog shaped twisted black creature stopped as it was ordered to and sat down on its haunches. There was something familiar about this creature. Suddenly the creature stood and made a wide arc around Harry it disappeared from sight.

Harry knelt and checked Grindelwald’s bonds. They were still tight. Then he felt his throat for a pulse. He felt none and then chided himself. He would not feel a pulse as Grindelwald had been petrified but he wasn’t willing to lift his curse to find out if he was still alive. He had to decide what to do and as he knelt watching the aged wizard his mind raced. There has to be a way out of here. He thought to himself. But, where would I find that place, what would the gate look like? Harry turned and walked back towards the wall that stood behind him but for every step he took the rock wall remained the same distance away from him.

Harry stopped at a noise behind him and he turned to face the oddly twisted black dog shaped creature and was surprised to see it drop a white bird on the ground and then run off in the same direction it had gone before. Harry rushed to the bird and knelt to the ground to pick up the bird. It was Hedwig. Hedwig lay limp in Harry’s hands, her body obviously broken. Harry gingerly laid her back down on the ground as a tear dropped from his cheek. She had been his companion and friend for the past nine years and more recently something very special him. She had become… Harry smoothed her feathers and busied himself by talking to her. He had not seen much of her since his return to England as she and Missy Molly had become inseparable.

The dog had returned once again carrying an elf in its large jaws but this time Harry did not speak to it. The dog like creature approached very near to Harry and dropped the elf at Harry’s knees next to Hedwig. Harry let out a sob of grief when the elf most unceremoniously, was rolled over. It was Dobby.

“Dobby, you have never listened to me when I tell you not to try to save my life have you?”

Harry stroked his arm with one hand while his other rested upon Hedwig.

“The elf isn’t dead Harry.”

Harry scrambled backwards and brought his wand up to the ready. He was pointing it at the chest of Sirius Black. Sirius looked gaunter and wilder then he did when Harry had first met the man but oddly, he was bent or twisted as Snuffles was.

“Sirius, you’re alive!” Harry exclaimed and jumped to his feet to embrace his Godfather.

Sirius had been blasted into the veil five years earlier during the fight at the Ministry of Magic. He had been dueling with Bellatrix Lestrange when he took his eyes from her to see that Harry was safe and in the one moment Bellatrix had hit him with a stunning spell that knocked him into the veil and he had not been seen since.

Sirius caught Harry up in a tight embrace and his shoulders heaved with sobs of his own. He held onto Harry for a long time unwilling to let him go and then he pushed Harry back so that he could see him better before hugging him once again. Harry didn’t care. Sirius was here with him and he knew that everything would be alright now. Between the two of them, they should be able to find a way out of the Forbidding. And if not…, Harry didn’t care. He was with Sirius again.

“Harry, you do know where you are, don’t you?” Sirius asked him.

“Yeah, but I don’t care now that I found you.” Harry had grasped Sirius’ arm and held him so that he too could get a good look at his Godfather.

“Harry, you can not stay here you know that don’t?” Sirius’ voice sounded worn and tired.

“Sirius…, Snuffles…, I thought…,” Harry couldn’t finish what he wanted to say because Sirius was Snuffles and if Snuffles looked and acted like one of those creatures.

“Snuffles, is who I am here, Harry.” Sirius knew the question that was on Harry’s mind. “This place is like Azkaban but worse. You become these demons and creatures after a time but as Snuffles…, Well Snuffles has become one of them already Harry. It didn’t take me long to figure out that if I remained as Sirius, as I am now, I would be one of them. When I saw you Harry, when I saw you…,” Sirius had to stop speaking.

“You said that we could leave.” Harry said excitedly.

“No Harry. You said that I didn’t.” Sirius said soberly. He didn’t want Harry to leave him but he knew that he had to get Harry out of the Forbidding. Harry didn’t belong here.

Dobby’s whimperings brought the two of them to their senses and Harry knelt to see to his elf. Dobby opened his eyes and when he saw Harry a wide grin broke his face.

“Master Harry Potter is alive!”

“And Master Harry has a fool for an elf. Do you know where we are Dobby?” Harry’s grin took the sting out of the words he had just said.

“Dobby knows where Dobby and Master Harry Potter is Sir. Dobby is in the Forbidding.”

“Dobby, why did you follow me in if you knew where this place is?”

“Dobby follows his Master so his Master could return sir.”

“Dobby seems to know how it works then.” Sirius interjected.


Chapter 50 Continued

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PostSubject: Re: Harry Potter and the Hunt   Sun 22 Mar 2009, 10:49 pm

The Hunt

Chapter 50 continued


Beyond the Veil




Harry turned to look at Sirius with questioning eyes once Sirius had spoken. And Sirius understood the unasked question.

“It’s a balance Harry. One may return if another innocent is willing to take their place. Had Bellatrix came through I could have walked out.”

Harry looked at Sirius oddly when he said that so Sirius continued to explain.

“You see, Harry I have only killed in self defense while Bellatrix…, The Forbidding would have viewed me as the escort sending her in. Since I was the only one that came in it was viewed as I was sentenced and walked in of my own free will.”

“But you didn’t just walk in!” Harry blurted.

‘It doesn’t matter Harry but you have a chance to leave now.”

“Master Harry Potter, Dobby will stay sir so that you may leave and Master Harry Potter’s Wheezy can leave too.”

“Dobby what are you talking about? I can’t let you give up your life for me.”

Sirius grabbed him by the shoulder and very roughly said, “You can, and you will Harry and I’ll stand for no arguments. Dobby you said Harry’s Wheezy was here too. Did Ron follow him in then?

Dobby looked afraid for just a moment and then looked extremely embarrassed. “Miss Ginny is here too.”

Harry jumped and began looking everywhere around him and then grabbed Dobby roughly. “Where is she Dobby? WHERE IS SHE!”

Dobby got to his feet and then stepped over to where Hedwig still lay. He held his hands above the owl just inches from her body and a glow began to emanate from his hands and engulfed Hedwig. The glow intensified and Harry’s voice caught in his throat as he watched his owl. Hedwig began to enlarge/ Dobby’s face looked stern and deep in concentration and occasionally he pressed his hands forward as if to gain strength in his magic. Hedwig’s body was now about the same size as Harry if he were lying down and she began to change her shape. A body was emerging from the owl shape and then the body began to take on shape until Harry could see who it was. It was Ginny.

The glow began to soften and then it stopped completely leaving Ginny lying on the ground resting peacefully.

“Miss Ginny is not dead Master Harry she is just sleeping.”

“Dobby, how, why?”

“Does Master Harry Potter remember when He-who-must-not-be-named…,”

Dobby could not finish what he was going to say and took Harry’s nod as assent that he did remember.

“Does Master Harry Potter remember that Miss Hedwig tried to intercept the curse?”

Harry nodded again.

“Miss Hedwig did not make it sir so Dobby switched and put Miss Ginny into Miss Hedwig and put Miss Hedwig into…” Dobby looked down at his large feet.

“So why didn’t you just change her back then when it was all over?” Harry’s voice rose with his excitement and he felt rage beginning to boil deep in his stomach.

“I, I could not sir. Dobby is deeply sorry sir but Dobby did not tell Master Harry Potter because…, Dobby could not. Not until now sir.”

Harry looked as if he were going to strangle Dobby. His hands were outstretched and his fingers flexed as he reached for Dobby’s neck. The rage that was boiling in his stomach was now ready to explode. Sirius reached to grab Harry but Harry flung him off. “

“Get off me Sirius! Dobby why couldn’t you change her back until now!” Dobby’s service and friendship to Harry was the only thing that kept Harry from grabbing and throttling the elf. Dobby did not cringe away. He knew how Harry was feeling and he steeled himself for what ever Harry wanted to do to him. Dobby did not cringe, he did not back away. He knew it was a cruel thing that he had done but he also knew that there would come a day when he could give back to Harry what he wanted most of all.

Sirius pulled Harry back and away from dobby and slowly slid his hand down Harry’s arms. “Hedwig came in here and Hedwig will stay. Ginny does not belong Harry, so she will be allowed to leave. One in and one out, that’s the way of it Harry. It maintains the balance. Elf, am I correct in that this was the only way your magic would work?”

“Dobby did not have the time to make the complete switch…,”

“Transfiguration Harry. I can almost see what had happened. Dobby was able to remove the soul from Ginny…, ahh, I really don’t know quite how to explain it and I don’t think your elf knows how to either but I do know that it involves a love stronger than…,”

“Professor Dumbledore tried to explain it to me once.” Harry said. He was kneeling at Ginny’s side. She looked so beautiful to him. “I didn’t understand what he meant then and I’m not sure I understand it now.”

“Harry we need to get you and Ginny out of here. The horde won’t stay away for too long.”

“But Ginny, she’s not ready to move yet.”

Dobby stepped over to where Harry knelt beside Ginny and placed a hand on his shoulder. Harry turned to face the elf and there they stood face to face. Well Dobby stood but Harry was still kneeling and Dobby smiled. Harry moved out of the elf’s way but he remained near Ginny’s side. Again Dobby held his hands outstretched above Ginny’s body and they began to glow once again. Ginny gasped for air and her chest lurched upwards.

“What hit me?”

Harry nearly laughed as he looked down at her. He had one of her hands in his and he held tightly on it.

“Welcome back.” Harry said smiling.

“W-where am I. What hit me?” Ginny had moved her other hand up to her chest and then she grabbed Harry tightly. “Harry you’re alright. You’re alright!” Her free hand reached upward and grabbed him by the neck and pulled him downward.

Harry returned the kiss awkwardly. He had only kissed two girls in his life and though he felt he had accomplished himself rather well when they were younger, he had not kissed another girl since his last kiss with her at the end of their sixth year.

“We’ll have plenty of time to practice again.” Ginny whispered in his ear. “We do have a house to build.”

She remembers everything. Harry thought to himself as he hid his head from view waiting for the redness of embarrassment to recede from his cheeks.

“Ah-hem, Ginny if you think you can stand; you and Harry need to get going now.” Sirius interrupted her and Harry.

Harry helped Ginny to her feet and placed an arm around her waist. Ginny was still a little weak and her legs wobbled when she tried to stand on her own.

“How are we supposed to leave then? I saw no gate or way out of here.” Harry spoke to Sirius. He was frantically trying to think of a way to get Sirius out of the Forbidding. “Sirius, if you came in here as Sirius, then why can’t you leave as Snuffles?” Harry asked.

“Harry you saw how Snuffles was. Had I not known who you were. The human side of Snuffles took over you see, I would have attacked you as well.” Sirius looked away from Harry, he didn’t want to see his eyes. “Harry, Snuffles is one of them already and the longer I stay as Sirius…,” He didn’t think that he needed to finish the sentence and Harry nodded that he understood the unspoken.

Harry knelt and took hold of Dobby’s shoulders, “Dobby I don’t know what to say…,”

Dobby would gladly die so that Harry Potter may live.” Dobby said. “Harry Potter is too good for Dobby to leave him in this place.” Dobby stood staunchly and looked as proud as he could.

“Dobby, You’ve been a good friend and a most excellent companion….Dobby you are here by discharged as my servant I will with hold your wages for improper work, you didn’t follow my instructions,” Harry was smiling now as he continued. “I hereby place you back in servitude for the house of Potter and command you to stay by Sirius’ side and protect him, and if Dobby cannot follow those simple instructions then I’ll just have to come back here to punish him.”

Dobby’s eyes were glistening with tears and he hugged Harry tightly and squeaked out, “Master is too good to Dobby. He grants Dobby his most greatest of wishes. Dobby will follow his Masters orders to the letter” and then he hugged Harry again. “Now Dobby is needing to get his Master and Miss Ginny back to the other side.”

When Harry stood up Sirius whispered in his ear. “Harry you did right just now and I’ll keep an eye on him as long as I can. Now all you need to do is walk straight ahead. You won’t see the gate but you’ll know when you pass through it. It shouldn’t be more than just a few yards ahead. Now the two of you need to go.”

Both Harry and Ginny turned for one final hug with Sirius and said their good bye’s and turned their backs and began to walk. Harry stumbled but Ginny held his hand tighter and very softly she said “Don’t look back Harry they wouldn’t want you too,”

Harry did stop when a sudden realization swept over him. “Sirius what about Grindelwald?”

Harry wished he listened to Ginny because when he turned he no longer saw Sirius. He saw Snuffles who had his jaws clamped firmly around Grindelwald’s throat ripping away at it and Dobby was lifting the spells that Harry had firmly placed on the man. Dobby turned to answer Harry.

The Dark one will bother no one anymore no more Master. Dobby promises it.”

There was an aura of a tall and fierce looking Elven warrior about Dobby’s person and Harry understood. Ginny was right. Harry didn’t think Sirius would have wanted him to see what he was doing.

Harry and Ginny both shuddered at the sudden feel of freezing cold and Harry felt that his stomach had been pulled from his body and they were out of the Forbidding leaving Sirius, Dobby, and Hedwig behind.

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PostSubject: Re: Harry Potter and the Hunt   Sun 22 Mar 2009, 10:53 pm

The Hunt

Chapter 51


Department of Mysteries




Hedwig glided into the Room of Requirement as the door began to close. She was not going to let Harry out of her sight at least until she knew that he would be alright.. The tree in which she sat in stood just behind the circle of Elves and the plinth that they had laid Harry onto. There was something strange about this tree. Something strangely comforting to her but her concern was focused onto Harry.

She noted that the tree limb, in which she sat, moved. Its leaves came up to obscure her from anyone else noticing yet the leaves strangely parted so that she could have a clear view of what was happening below. When he is healed…, It was not Hedwig’s thoughts that had spoken to her. He will need the Arch. The words that entered into her mind were not threatening, they were…, comforting. Hedwig wondered where the thoughts came from but her focus still remained on what was happening below and with Harry. The Archway is the gate to the Forbidding and I am weakening against the Dark one’s assertions.

Hedwig watched and listened as the Elves continued to chant their strange song, and her own mind wondered against her will. Visions of that wonderful little child swam through her minds eye. She is the lively one. Hedwig thought to herself, And gifted too. She is so smart and she looks just like…, why is she so familiar? Hedwig tensed as the keening cry from the Elves rose up to where she perched and she felt a caress of leaves as a branch moved closer towards her and rested on her back. It was almost as if the tree did not want her to leave its branches, almost as if it held her back. It was holding her back. Hedwig felt the soft pressure of the branch against her back as she tried to leave the branch. She had to go to Harry, something was wrong and she had to be with him.

You can do nothing, child of love. The thought that had intruded into Hedwig’s mind was not harsh. Hedwig’s body trembled as her mind’s voice howled in grief as realization of what was happening below reached her. I am no longer strong enough to aid him on my own. The voice sounded regretful and despairing as the soft words entered Hedwig’s body.

“Dobby, Nooooo!”

The tree in which Hedwig sat trembled as Hedwig watched with alarm at what was happening below her. What had Dobby done? Hedwig thought to herself. The caresses from the tree leaves seemed stronger now and the voice which had been speaking to her seemed stronger now. He will live now! There isn’t much time. You must find the Arch and take it to where the man child below will need its use and when all is done you must find a way to repair it. The Dark one has leaned against the gate for so long he has ruptured its opening and others will come! You must go. Go now!

Hedwig flew as she was commanded but she had to wait for someone to open the door. While she waited a plan began to form inside of her. Little Molly would help her. The time spent with the young girl told her of the child’s strength with magic and Hedwig knew that she could teach Molly what she would need of her. It will be a game. Hedwig thought. I will make it a game and Molly will learn!




Missy Molly giggled as Hedwig described the best way to de-gnome Grandma Molly’s garden.

“Ger-off me, ger-off me!” grunted the tiny brown gnome as it struggled to bite the tiny hand that had snatched its feet from underneath it.

Molly did as Hedwig instructed her and swung the little brown gnome in a giant and sweeping circle gaining speed as she did so. After a moment Hedwig hooted and Molly let go only to shriek with laughter as the gnome sailed in a great arc through the air and landing with a small thud several feet away. Molly was now jumping up and down; laughing loudly as the gnome stood up staggering as if in a drunken stupor. Crookshanks delighted himself in the play by batting the gnomes on the ground with his paws and leaving their unconscious forms where they lay. To him the gnomes were no longer fun once they stopped moving. The ones that Molly had thrown were of greater fun. They’re rambling movements provided Crookshanks with a greater challenge. He would poise to swat a paw at them and would then hit nothing but air as the gnome would suddenly stagger out of the paws giant swing.

Molly took great delight in swinging the gnomes about and then watching Crookshanks stalk the unsuspecting pests. Hedwig joined the raucous exuberance with a fluttering of her wings and strings of hoots which could only be interpreted as laughter of a sort. Inside the house Hermione stood to look out the kitchen window to see what amused her daughter so much and to witness Hedwig’s obvious excitement and humor. Hermione suppressed a giggle herself as she watched her daughter fling another gnome into the air only to see Crookshanks leap into the air as if to catch the brownish pest and then stalk it as it walked drunkenly around in circles. Grandma Weasley stood to look out the window also, placing an arm bout her daughter-in-law’s shoulder.

“If only the boy’s were that happy to de-gnome my garden.” She sighed.

The two of them stood for a long while watching and enjoying Missy Molly at her play and marveling at the two animals, Hedwig and Crookshanks, as they not only watched over the child but indulged her in her games.

“There’s something going on between those three.” Hermione said as she turned to face Mrs. Weasley. “Oh, Crookshanks has always been smitten by her.” She explained as the elder Molly looked at her. “But Hedwig, she has not left her side since we returned with Harry. Don’t you think it odd that she didn’t leave with Harry and Ron? Its as if they’ve become inseparable and Molly seems to have learned a great deal lately.”

“Learned? What do you mean? Do you think Hedwig is teaching her?” Molly seemed amused by that statement. If only they knew. Molly suppressed a giggle as her thoughts nearly betrayed her slights behind Ron and Hermione’s backs. Let them continue to think that it’s been her Uncles who have been doing the teaching. Hermione thought she had seen a mischievous glint in her mother-in-law’s eye’s if only for the briefest of seconds.

“Come on now. We need to finish outlining the plan before the D.A., shows up.” The two Weasley women returned to the kitchen table where Hermione had several rolls of parchment laid out each outlining tasks and back-up plans for the various teams they had pre-selected and paired up. This was something that Molly had insisted upon. The members of the D.A., were to work in teams of two or three. “This was the biggest reason why we were so successful during the first fall of He-who-must-not-be-named, when Arthur and I were just leaving school and Albus recruited us. Arthur was at the top of the Order you know.” Molly had said with such pride that Hermione was forced to look away and it reminded her just how much pride she held in her heart for Ron too.

Hermione went back to the kitchen window, leaned out and called, “Molly dear, why don’t you bring Hedwig and Crookshanks inside now. Mummy’s friends are about to arrive.”

Missy Molly smiled back at Hermione and then called to the animals, “Cookchanks, Hed-dig we have to go in now.” She turned and ran to the kitchen door not bothering to see if either Hedwig or Crookshanks were following. She knew they would.

Once inside Molly led the two animals upstairs to the room that was now hers and plopped herself onto the bed. Hedwig landed softly onto the footboard while Crookshanks leapt softly onto the mattress and settled himself next to Molly. It almost appeared as if Hedwig had gathered them in for a class.

“Hed-dig tell me a story again. One about Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny.” Hedwig launched into a series of hoots barely audible while molly sat cross legged on her bed with her elbows on her knees and her chin propped up in the palms of her hands. She sat quietly and listened as Hedwig told her the story of how her Uncle Harry and her Aunt Ginny got into trouble with a very mean and very wicked witch named Dolores Umbridge. Molly sat wide eyed as Hedwig described how this wicked witch made her mummy and Uncle Harry go into a very dark forest and how her Aunt Ginny fought to get loose from the mean wicked little witches and wizards who had trapped and held them as prisoners.

Crookshanks had obviously heard this story before because when Molly looked down at him to see what he was doing, Crookshanks was lazily cleaning himself and seemed very disinterested in the story. Hedwig stopped her hooting long enough for Molly check on Crookshanks and then picked up where she left off when Molly turned to face her again.

When Hedwig reached the part of the story where Ginny and Harry rode on thestrals, Molly’s elbows slipped off her knees. She had been leaning closer and closer while her eye’s got wider and wider. Again, Hedwig politely waited for Molly to straighten herself and then began telling the story. By the time Hedwig reached the point of the great fight in the Department of mysteries and about how her Uncle Harry could hear voices behind this veil, Molly was so engrossed in the story that she failed to notice that Hedwig had hopped off of the footboard of the bed and had perched on one of Molly’s knees.

“Uncle Harry heard voices and no one else could hear them? Where were the people who were talking then?”

This caused Molly to laugh out loud. Especially when Hedwig tried to describe the strange faces everyone had made when she told Molly of how everyone searched behind the veil and all around and how her Aunt Ginny had to lead Uncle Harry away to another room.

Hedwig hooted her answer.

“They were behind the veil? Didn’t Aunt Ginny see them or mummy or daddy?”

“Well why didn’t Uncle Harry go inside the veil thing and ask the people inside what they were talking about?” Molly asked after Hedwig had told her that Harry thought the voices were coming from inside the veil.

Hedwig hooted for a very long time while Molly listened and then Molly answered her.

Uncle Harry needs this veil where he is now? Does he need to talk to the people behind it?”

Hedwig hooted some more and then Molly sat upright and said “I can take you there. I can take you to where Uncle Harry was” Hedwig hooted some more and Molly’s face looked quizzical. “The partment of Mini-trees?” If Hedwig could have laughed she would have yet her body trembled with mirth. Hedwig made Molly practice what she wanted for what seemed to her to be an eternity but Molly was quick. She had to sound out the words Dee-Part-ment of Miss-Ter-Ree’s. Molly did not understand the three D’s Destination, Determination, and Deliberation, so Hedwig took several days and taught her how to say One – Where did she want to go, the Department of Mysteries, Two – I am going to the Department of Mysteries, and Three – I am at the Department of Mysteries. Hedwig made a game out of the three D’s by playing the game of hide and seek. She would have Little Molly move from one room to another while Hedwig would pretend to look for her. Of course Hedwig knew right where Molly had gone because Molly would say the One-Two-Three’s out loud, but Hedwig took her time swooping into a room and then hopping about as if looking for Molly.

Hedwig found her young friend one last time and as Molly giggled and clapped her hands in utter delight Hedwig landed on the little girls shoulder and hooted.

“Are you ready?” Molly asked. “One – Two – Three.”

The all too familiar feeling of being drawn through a hose pipe assailed Hedwig and her talons dug deeper into Molly’s shoulder. Hedwig felt as if her eye’s where nearly ready to pop out and then it was all over. She blinked once, twice, and then a third time. They were not only in the Department of Mysteries; they were exactly where she wanted to be. They were in the Death Chamber and at the bottom of the stadium like chamber stood the Arch with a thin veil covering its center on top of a small platform.

Hedwig marveled at the fact that a small child of only three years old and with only a full day of practice was able to apparate them to where she wanted to be. There is a reason for this child. Hedwig thought to herself. A truly gifted child.

The two of them, Hedwig and Molly, stood for a long moment before the little girl whose shoulder she still sat on asked. “Hed-dig, why are we in here? I don’t like it and I hear people talking.” Hedwig hooted her answer. “Uncle Harry needs that thing down there?”

Molly lifted her arm and pointed down to the Arch and Hedwig hooted her affirmation.

“But why does Uncle Harry want that? There are bad people behind there. I can hear them. I don’t like it here Hed-dig. I want to go home now.”

Molly was not whining nor crying but simply stating a fact. There was no fear in her voice when she spoke and Hedwig sensed that Molly would still do what was asked of her. Hedwig didn’t like being there either and she too wanted to leave but her destination was somewhere other than taking Molly home. She had to find a way to get the veil to Harry’s side. The voice that came from the tree said that was what Harry needed to end the darkness that was still rising even after Voldemort had been vanquished.

Hedwig had hopped down to the dais and began hopping back and forth and then around to the back side of the Arch and then back to the front of it. She studied it from top to bottom and then from side to side and then back to front again. She stopped only for a moment and then rustled her feathers in frustration.

“I can send it to where Uncle Harry was.”


Chapter 51 continued

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PostSubject: Re: Harry Potter and the Hunt   Sun 22 Mar 2009, 10:55 pm

The Hunt

Chapter 51 continued


Department of Mysteries




Hedwig had not realized that she had been thinking aloud. Was she actually speaking or could this amazing child hear thoughts too? The next string of hoots from Hedwig’s beak asked Molly just how she planned to send this very large Arch to where Harry and Hedwig had camped out before he was injured.

“The same way Gandma Molly clears the house silly.”

Molly took her wand from behind her ear and flicked it. Hedwig must have blinked because when she looked again, the Arch was gone. Where had this child learned such things? Hedwig had not even realized her own cognizant abilities which had been steadily increasing over the last three years as she again marveled at the abilities Molly had been exhibiting. She catches a glimpse of a spell done once and the child knows it!

“I sent it to where Uncle Harry was when I visited him when he was sick.” Molly’s piping voice answered Hedwig’s query of what had just happened and where the Archway had gone.

Hedwig looked at her with doleful eyes for a long moment and Molly looked back at her with her head cocked to one side as if trying to understand what Hedwig’s expression might have meant.

“Didn’t I do what you wanted?” Molly asked plaintively and yet apologetically at the same time.

Hedwig’s response caused Molly to clap her hands to her cheeks while her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. She had sent the Arch to the wrong place. Hedwig meant to take the Arch to where Harry was at that moment. Her amazing sense of direction told her exactly where Harry was and something else within her told her that Harry needed the Arch now!

Molly sensed Hedwig’s concern but didn’t know what to do about it. Hedwig was obviously flustered and agitated but what could she do. Molly had to think this one through/ She sat down cross legged and propped her elbows onto her knees and rested her chin on her hands. Her eyes narrowed as she began thinking.

“Shh, I’m thinking.” Molly answered Hedwig.

Hedwig hopped ‘round and rustled her feathers several more times trying to get Molly’s attention but each time Molly only shushed her and told her that she was thinking. Molly was thinking very hard. Her face had reddened lightly and her face had screwed itself tightly and her bottom lip stuck out just a little as if she might have been sulking. She had to figure out how to fix her mistake. Hedwig had no choice now. She hopped up onto Molly’s lap and nipped her hand.

“Ouch!” No biting!” Molly said very crossly, but Hedwig nipped her again and then hooted before Molly could say anything and this time Molly listened. When Hedwig had finished, Molly did what she had seen her father Ron do countless times before, she smacked herself on the forehead, clicked her teeth, that was something mummy did a lot, and then said, “Why didn’t I think of that?”

Molly grabbed up Hedwig and said, “One – Two – Three.”




A squirrel darted up a nearby tree as the sound of a pop startled it. Missy Molly with Hedwig held tightly in her arms, dis-apparated into a small clearing hedged by tall evergreens and leather leaf trees. It had been Harry’s campsite only a few days earlier. Where Harry’s tent once stood, stood a tall object. It was the Arch that had been stored in the Death Chamber in the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of magic in London. Molly has sent the Arch to where she thought Hedwig had meant for it to be.

Hedwig was delighted to see it still in one piece. After several long hoots admonishing Molly to stay where she was, Hedwig took to the sky and flew in ever increasingly wider circles hooting a long cry. Molly watched her until she could no longer see Hedwig anywhere. After a long while Molly at down on the ground cross legged again and waited. Hedwig had told her to do that and to not wander off. She had said that she would only be gone for a few moments but to Molly it seemed as if her friend had been gone for hours already. Molly was bored and there was nothing for her to do.

The squirrel they had frightened when they arrived chattered from up in the trees and Molly looked right at it. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. I didn’t even know you were there.” She answered the squirrel’s complaint. “I don’t have any food. What did you do with yours?” The squirrel chattered rapidly causing Molly to frown. “Are you going to come down here and get them then or shall I use a charm and send them up to you?”

Molly had taken her small wand out again and with a swish and a flick she chimed the incantation “Wingardium Leviosa.” A nut from the ground in front of her floated upwards towards the squirrel. A chitter of sound erupted from the squirrel as it accepted the nut that had risen to where it sat high up in the tree. It thought that it had hidden itself rather well when it scrambled upwards for safety,

“You’re welcome.” Molly replied to the squirrel.

Before long Molly had a small audience as other animals began to gather in the old campsite. They had come to see the girl child who could talk to them.

“It has been long since one of you have returned. The story has been passed down many times over of how we used to live in peace with the enchanted one’s.” it was a wizened looking deer with very large antlers protruding from his large head.

“Aren’t those heavy?” Molly asked pointing at the antlers on top of its head. “They look very heavy to me.” She continued to say.

Chitters erupted from several of the other animals and Molly joined in their laugh. It must have been a joke that the others shared with her. The old deer pawed at the ground and grunted at the others and then held his head high, erect, and proud. Molly looked upwards just as the old deer cocked his head. Several of the other animals that had assembled did the same. The smaller animals cried out in alarm and dashed off leaving Molly calling out after them. “Don’t leave it’s only Hed-dig and she’s my friend. She won’t hurt you.”

‘They are food to the owl High One. The old stories are but old are but old stories to them. Stories that mothers tell their young one’s to get them to sleep or to behave.” Molly understood the growls that came from the huge black bear that remained alongside the old deer.

“But, you’re not afraid of her?’ Molly complained.

The laugh from the bear sounded like a deep rumble and it stood tall on its hind legs and pawed the sky. “I eat her kind when I am hungry.” Replied the bear as it limbered back down on to all four paws.

As Molly glanced upwards again, she noticed that behind Hedwig many larger type owls also flew with her and they were coming directly to where she sat.

“We had best leave brother.” The elder deer said to the bear. “By your leave High One.” The deer bowed its head at he neck and as Molly looked at the bear it did the same and then they both turned and left the campsite just as Hedwig angled downward.

As Hedwig landed on the ground at Molly’s knee’s the other owls landed atop the Arch each vying and angling for the better perch near its center. Hedwig hooted several times and then pointed her beak upwards and received answering hoots from the other owls. Hedwig then turned her attention to Molly.

“Hed-dig, they kept calling me High One.” Molly had said in answer to what Hedwig had asked her. “What does that mean?”

Hedwig stared at her for a long while before answering her.

“They said that too. They said that it was old stories but the one with the big horns called me a, a, ..,” Molly frowned and then put her finger to her mouth as she had always dine when trying to think hard. “It said I was an en-en-enchanted one.”

Hedwig did not know how to explain this to Molly nor did she have the time to try. She had to get the veil up to Harry and she had to do it now. Something within her breast demanded all the necessary speed she could give right now.

Her next string of hoots were harsh and severe and Molly kept trying to argue but after only a few short minutes, Hedwig exacted Molly’s promise to stay where she was and to not move from the campsite.

“I pwomise.” Molly said in her sweetest of voices. But I didn’t say Witches Honor. Molly grinned inside her cheeks. She would stay here where Hedwig had told her to say provided her help was not needed. She was very helpful. Her mummy and Gandma Molly had told her that many times including her daddy, and her uncles. Even Uncle Hagrid had told her that too.

The large owls gripped the edge of the Arch with their powerful talons and spread their wings. With very powerful down strokes of their wings, the Arch rose into the air. Molly watched them as they dwindled out of sight flying upwards towards the top of the center most mountain peak until they were no longer visible. Only the squirrel came down out of the tree to keep her company.

“Mummy!” Molly sat up straight with fear on her face. Hedwig had been gone for nearly twenty minutes now when Molly felt something bad had happened and it frightened her. She stood and peered upwards towards the mountain peaks when she fell clutching her leg tightly.

“Mummy! My mummy’s been hurt. I have to go to her right now!” She exclaimed to the only other person near her. The squirrel looked at her and chattered “Go now! Your purpose is at hand child. Go now enchanted one.”

Molly stood with her wand in hand and said aloud “One – Two – Three.” She took a step forward and turned.

“MOL-LEEE NOOOO!”

“You hurt my mummy and I’ll hex you!”

Missy Molly stood in front of her mother with her wand pointed directly at Grindelwald’s chest. Hedwig was no where to be seen.

“Step aside little girl, this does not concern you.” Grindelwald spoke gruffly to Molly

“I mean it. You hurt my mummy and it’ll be the end of you!” Molly’s face was red with rage and her hand did not shake.

“Step aside I say! Step aside!” Spit flew from Grindelwald’s mouth as he spoke.

“M-Molly dear, Please baby move away, Please baby listen to mummy.” Hermione pleaded with her daughter but Molly did not move and her wand arm remained steady..

“Step aside child you need not die today. Step aside I say!” Grindelwald was shaking in rage now as he spoke to Missy Molly.

“Molly, listen to Uncle Harry come over to me now c’mon.” Harry beckoned to Molly to come to him but she remained where she stood.

“You’re a bad man. Go away and leave us alone!” Molly was shouting at Grindelwald now a red sparks were showering from her wand tip as if to demonstrate her meaning. “I’ll hex you if you don’t go away.

M-Molly listen to your Uncle Harry please baby, be a good girl for mummy and go to Uncle Harry. I-I need you to do this for me.” Tears were flowing down Hermione’s cheeks and she winced in pain as she tried to push Molly out of the way.

“You were there when it happened last and if that blasted girl won’t move I’ll kill her first and then finish you off like I should have done then.” Red sparks drizzled from the tip of his wand too as he spoke and then he flicked his wand and a purple jet caught Neville in the chest. Neville had seen what had happened and had crept up behind Grindelwald and was just about to cast his spell when Grindelwald, not looking behind him, fired a spell that Harry had never heard of before.

Harry could only stand there and watch it happen all over again and he shook with the rage that he held suppressed deep within him. It was the Ministry all over again when he lost Ginny forever and now he was faced with losing Hermione and Ron’s daughter too! I have to do something, he thought, but if I move…, must keep my mind clear…, a distraction, that all I need. Just one second of time and he’s mine! Harry’s mind worked furiously while at the same time he fought to keep his emotions plain and empty. He knew what he needed but it was so far away from him right now.

The veil. I need the veil and I can end this. Harry thought to himself.

“M-Molly p-please listen to mummy, p-please b-baby.” Hermione held both arms outstretched as she choked out her words. “P-please baby go to Uncle Harry. Y-you c-can’t help mummy. Pleeease.”

Harry couldn’t stand to hear Hermione’s begging and he took a step towards Molly and a spell blast at his feet stopped him short.

“Let me take the child out of the way!” Harry bellowed and in a much softer voice Harry turned to Molly and coaxed, “C’mon Molly. Come over here please. Molly, do as your mummy asks, do it for me, please Molly.”

Molly never took her eyes away from Grindelwald and her wand never wavered as she spoke plainly and evenly to Grindelwald. “Go away and leave my mummy alone!”

“The child does not matter Potter! Oh yes, I know who you are now, stay right there no one needs get hurt but one today and if that little girl does not move…,” his wand lowered to meet Molly’s size. “Avada Kedav…,”

A strange sound filled the chamber and Grindelwald stopped his incantation to see what it was. Several large barn owls were flapping their wings and carrying a very large item underneath them. Harry’s jaw dropped. It was Hedwig in the center of the owls and they were carrying the veil beneath them.

The owls dropped the veil just feet behind where Grindelwald stood and then several more owls dropped an elf. It was Winky. Winky went immediately to Hermione’s side and then she was what was happening and moved quickly.

The veil! Harry thought to himself. How did Hedwig know, why did she bring Missy Molly with her and the elf? Harry had to time it just right. He had to get Grindelwald in and through the veil.

Harry had seen that Molly was ready to make good on her promise to hex the man and as she began to speak, he lunged forward. Time seemed to slow to an eternity as he dove through the air to knock Grindelwald through to the other side and in that time, fear seized his heart. Grindelwald had cast the killing curse. If only he could reach him before the finishes the curse.

Chapter 51 Completed

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PostSubject: Re: Harry Potter and the Hunt   Sun 22 Mar 2009, 10:59 pm

The Hunt

Chapter 52


Stupefy




Ron rushed into the Chamber as soon as Bill opened the doors and mover to his right and sped down along its smooth rock walls until he reached the corner. Stopping only for a moment, Ron looked to his left and his eyes followed Hermione as she went to the opposite side of the chamber. His eyes tracked forward from where Hermione stood and he noted where Harry too was standing. Harry’s gaze was focused on the speaker. As Ron watched on strange visions began to fill his head as he too listened to what was being said. A horrible battle filled his minds eye while the speaker cautioned that this very battle once fought very long ago was imminent. It was only a matter of times, days perhaps before this army that he had called the Horde would march on humanity once again and it was the responsibility of all wizards to join in to protect the world. Governments were not listening to the warnings and Ron agreed with what the speaker suggested. Take over the Governments, show ourselves for who and what we are and use our superiority to fight what ordinary muggles would run from if not fall over dead in fright.

Ron was just about to join the speaker on the stage in support of the man when Hermione slipped in behind him and stuffed his ears with cotton balls. Ron looked at her stunned with what he was doing and managed an embarrassing grin, Hermione patted his arm knowingly and moved on to another member of the D.A., who also stood transfixed by Grindelwald’s mixture of magic and words and repeated the process. Ron watched her go as she made the rounds to each one of their friends and his brothers and then went back to her position. When his gaze returned to the platform he noticed that Snape was slowly moving away from Grindelwald and he was frowning at Draco Malfoy.

Ron moved forward sparing a glance towards Harry once again and sighed with relief. Harry was not buying what was being said but he had not taken his eyes off of Grindelwald either. Ron had made his decision. Harry had come after Snape and had finally realized who and where the real threat was and so dismissed Snape but he was going to spare Harry from continuing his search if Snape escaped. He was going to follow Snape and arrest him so Harry could finally quit the hunt and come home.

Ron made his way to the platform just in time to see Snape withdraw through an opening in the back. He spared another glance towards Draco Malfoy and discovered why Snape was frowning. Draco stood mesmerized By Grindelwald’s words and the vision that was a part of his story so it was not difficult to slip in behind him. The moment’s hesitation had cost him. Snape was no longer in sight. Where Ron had entered stood a small circular chamber with a dozen passageways branching off from it. Snape could have escaped down either one of them.

Abruptly, pandemonium broke out in the chamber behind Ron. He turned left down a passageway that seemed to lead directly behind the platform. Instinct and his training told him to proceed carefully but the clamor from the other side hid what noise his careful footsteps might have caused. Hesitantly, Ron crept forward and his ears strained for any sound that would reveal where Snape had gone. A footstep, a swish of robes something that would aid him but whatever was happening drowned out any hope of gaining the upper hand in learning where Snape was. He was thankful for the noise too. The clamor aided in his stealth and hid the thundering sounds of his own heartbeat that must have been ringing off the walls.

A darkened chamber opened at the end of the narrow passageway Ron had been following and to his surprise he could see what was happening out in the chamber. It wasn’t pandemonium, it was an outright battle and just in front of him Neville Longbottom was dueling with Malfoy and was gaining the upper hand while steadfastly moving forward with a determined look on his face. Suddenly Draco went down and Neville seemed satisfied and turned to duel with another. Ron stood watching and looked quickly for where Hermione was and was relieved to see Harry just steps away from her with his wand out and sending jets of light to whomever neared Hermione. As Ron looked on he smiled with pride as Hermione cast spell after spell immediately dispatching several witches who had grouped together and was attacking Seamus Finnegan from behind.

Bill, Fred, and George seemed to be holding their own in the battle once Ron was able to locate where they stood. Bill dueled with a practiced hand and Ron found himself very much surprised at seeing how casually Bill moved, no not casual, how fluid his motion seemed. Bill seemed to flow from one duel to the next while Fred and George seemed to make a game out of it. Dancing from one spell to the next side by side but as Ron watched them working together he noted that they seemed to be separating. As the Dragoons managed to slip in between them their dueling looked as if they began to labor. This caused Ron to frown. The twins were at their best when they stood back to back.

From where Ron stood watching the scene play out in front of him a flow of air passed by indicating that the chamber, or was it an alcove that he stood in, held another passageway on its far side. It was time for him to continue on searching for where Snape might have disappeared to. Ron slowly crossed the distance to the other side of the chamber taking one last look at what was going on outside. Dumbledore’s Army was doing rather well.

Ron entered yet another passageway that seemed to surround the chamber where the battle still raged on and continued to follow it in sheer darkness. Time seemed to slow as he continued forward in the darkness and his blood roared in his head with each surge of his pulse yet his hands did not tremble and his knees had not weakened as he pressed onward towards a dim light further ahead. Snape has to be ahead I heard footsteps! Leaning forward, Ron quickened his steps to a near run.

Pulling up short and peering around the entrance into the next chamber, Ron soon realized that this one was exactly the same as the last. Empty. The wall, which separated this chamber from the one where the fighting still raged on, held what looked like a window to view the outside chamber. I don’t remember seeing any windows. Ron thought. When he stopped to look once again at what was happening outside of where he stood. He also noted that he now stood on the opposite side of the chamber and near the back corner from where he had first started out. Grindelwald stood facing him with his wand pointed directly at Harry whose back faced Ron. Ron couldn’t see where Hermione was but he knew that she was nearby. She had to be nearby. It was not worry that made him reaffirm what he thought it was…, he wasn’t going to worry, he just wasn’t. Ron was not worried about Harry right now, Harry’s own wand was being held in a steady hand and Harry’s shoulders seemed squared enough. He looked commanding. Ron couldn’t help admiring how his friend had grown.

He had taken all that in, in just a few quick seconds and crossed the chamber quickly knowing that he would find another passageway on the opposite side and entered into the darkness once again. Ron extended his senses beyond reasoning as he stepped lightly down the dark path. He has to be in the next chamber, he thought to himself as he took another step. Ron imagined the chamber in his mind and then imagined these smaller chambers and passageways around that first image into the semblance of a map and he knew that the next chamber would have to be the far corner in the inner chamber. Snape cannot be that much further ahead of me. He just can’t be. I was just behind him when …, A sense of dread fell over him as he realized that perhaps he might have chosen the wrong passageway when he had reached the hub in which Snape had disappeared.

Fighting the urge to turn back, Ron continued to press forward. His mental map told him that he should be drawing nearer to the next chamber and he slowed, cautious of making any noise he crept forward step by step, toe by toe. The blackness was now being invaded by a pale light and Ron’s heart quickened. Sound had come to his ears. The sound of hard breathing. Ron edged his way forward one inch at a time. As he edged forward with his back pressed firmly against the cave wall, he reached the corner edge where the chamber wall met the passageway in which he now stood. Cautiously, Ron peered around that corner and drew back instantly. Severus Snape stood crouched at the far end of the chamber and his wand stood poised to cast a spell.






Draco had fallen backwards off of the podium in disbelief. Neville Longbottom had pressed him without hesitation and without fear. And the quickness of his wand…, Had Crabbe and Goyle been there it would not have happened. Those two lumps would have made short work of that, that, that oaf. Could these fools not see the danger! Draco gathered himself up when he realized that Neville had thought him finished. Looking quickly around for Snape, Draco sniffed loudly with disdain. It’s as it has always been, he runs when there is work to be done. The thought had run maliciously through Draco’s head. He took a few short steps and then looked wildly about for his new Master, the one that thought highly enough to place him as the battle leader against the horde. The one who was wise enough to see what was happening in the world. Grindelwald’s charm had worked well on Draco, and Draco’s only thoughts now were about how to take down this invading enemy who were about to unleash the horde against humanity. Could these fools not see what his new Master was trying to do for them?

Draco sank back into the darkness and entered a passageway that would take him downward into the depths of the mountain, to a sanctuary that he had found where he could gather knowledge and strength to do what he now knew he had to do. As he crept forward not wanting to draw any attention to any noise that he might make, he felt the pressure of the darkness push in on him. The sounds of battle were dimming away from him as he pressed onward. After several long moments his breathing had turned into gulps of air and his foot steps were wavering. Panic was creeping over him and he could barely distinguish between the roar of his rushing blood and the battle that was being fought far above his head. “L-L-Lumos.” His wand tip shown with a pale small light as he panted out the incantation for the light spell.

Draco’s breath eased and the pressure exerted from the darkness around him subsided as he leaned against the rocky cavern wall.

“I-I’ll just stand here for a m-moment while I, I catch my b-breath.” Draco wheezed out while leaning one hand on his knee while the other still held his lit wand somewhat aloft. The rock wall felt sturdy behind him and its solid feel aided him by lending its strength and his panic ebbed away. At least the dream had not come again. He thought to himself. I-I just need to catch my breath. Th-that’s all I need. He forced himself to take long and deep breaths slowing them down with each intake and taking even longer to exhale. Calmness slowly began to take the place of his fear and his legs grew steadier. He no longer needed to wall to help him stand upright, but it did feel good to lean against.

Draco remained leaning against the coolness of the cavern wall for a long while slowly catching his breath and regaining his senses. He held out his hand and studied it in the pale light cast from the tip of his wand and was satisfied that it was no longer shaking. Grindelwald’s words continued to run through his mind and he wondered why no one would listen to reason. He could tell that time was drawing near. It was as his Master had spoken. The world was at war against itself and the evil swelled. Soon it would be strong enough to call the long forgotten horde back to existence.

“Why can’t these fools see it?” He muttered through clenched teeth. “And my father…, Yes he would know how to help the Great Master.” Draco pushed away from the wall and took only a moment to orient himself. He was not far from where his father was being held. Why had Severus imprisoned him? Draco wondered. The answer would not come to him. He knew that he had planned to do something with his father but what it was eluded his grasp.

Draco’s steps quickened as he proceeded to his fathers cell. There was only one thought on his mind right now and that was to free his father. His father would know what to do right now. Draco no longer remembered what he had been learning over the past week. Though the secret Library was still hidden deeply within his minds recesses, his mind now was set firmly on preventing the image that had permeated his mind and time was of the essence. The fact that Severus Snape had disappeared when those meddlesome people arrived, he thought that he recognized some of them, served only to solidify what his father had been saying all along. Severus Snape runs when its time to fight.

Lucius heard the soft padding of footsteps moments before his son appeared before his prison cell and he rose to greet whoever it might be. The darkness of his cell had served to calm his manner though his rage boiled just beneath his skin. His hands rose to grip the bars that had been magically placed and his knuckles turned white with the fierceness of his grip. As the approaching footsteps began to form into a shadow and further on into the image of his own son, he glowered as he rasped out his greeting.

“Draco.”

“Father, you were right.” Draco panted out. He was not out of breath but the enormous weight of what he felt he had to do left him breathless.

“Father, I need your help and I’ve come to release you.” There was a sense of urgency in his voice when he spoke.

“My help… My help?” Lucius asked with a bit in incredulity and a hint of sarcasm within his voice. “I do not seem to remember receiving any such help from you when I asked for it,” Contempt flowed through his voice as scorn etched the lines of his haggard face.

“Father, I was blinded by the workings…”

“Of, Severus Snape?” Lucius finished the sentence as he watched Draco perform an intricate tap of his wand on the locking mechanism of the cell door.


Chapter 52 Continued

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PostSubject: Re: Harry Potter and the Hunt   Sun 22 Mar 2009, 10:59 pm

The Hunt

Chapter 52 continued


Stupefy




At the sound of a click within the lock, Lucius seized the door and thrust it open and stepped from his prison. Seizing Draco by his shoulder, he turned him so that they faced deeper into the cavern and proceeded to escort his son deeper into the darkened depths of the passageway. Lucius seemed to remember exactly where he had once set up his temporary residence when he had first arrived. Draco did not struggle and his steps matched with Lucius’s firm strides. Neither spoke along the way.

When they reached the chamber that Lucius had once used for his bedchamber he finally spoke. “So Draco, what is this help that you need of me?” The tone of his voice did not suggest any intention to help his son. Lucius sat listening as Draco poured out the recent events and outlined the vision that was now in his head.

“And Snape was a part of this outrageous plan?”

“Yes father, it was his job I think, to prepare me for the Great Master. I was to be the Captain General of his armies.”

“And this army was to take over the armies of the World while saving us all from certan darkness?”

“Yes father.” Draco replied.

“And just what was Severus to do then?”

“H-he, he was, he was supposed to…, I-I don’t really know beyond the fact that he was supposed to prepare me and guide me.” Draco stammered out.

“And you say that Severus disappeared and left you where you stood, to fend for yourself eh?”

“I-I don’t really know father. He was there standing beside me and then he was gone.”

“So, just what was Severus’s plans with your mother? Did she know of this as well? Was she to meet with him once all was in order and this Great Master appeared? Was she a part of his plan too?”

Lucius was forming the images in his mind as he asked the questions. So Severus and Narcissa had been planning their reunion for some time then have they? He wondered to himself. Why did I not see this before? It must have been occurring right under my very nose and Draco was a part of this too. Lucius’s eye’s had taken a far off look as he mused tod himself fitting the pieces of his puzzle together.

“Draco give me your wand.” He said firmly and held out his hand. “You will stay here in safety and I will do what must be done. When I return, you and I will settle our differences.”

Draco handed over his wand as his father had asked, no, he commanded it and then stared bleakly at his father before asking his question/

“What are you going to do father?”

“I will find Severus and take care of him, and then I will find this Great Master. If he was master to the Dark Lord then I will offer my allegiance and if not…,”

Lucius tapped his wand to a candle which immediately sprang into light and stepped outside the chamber closing the door behind him. Draco did not hear the click of the lock nor the added spell which would prevent his escape.





Stupefy.”

The word hissed from Severus Snape’s mouth as Ron peered around the wall that hid him from view. The jet of red light erupting from Snape’s wand was thicker that any Ron had ever seen before and he gulped down his fear. This is for Harry!

Ron looked in horror once his eye’s beheld the scene in front of him. Time slowed almost to a stop. His eye’s followed to where Snape had aimed his curse out of pure instinct and saw his own daughter. All three and a half feet of her; standing in front of Hermione, brandishing her wand against one of the Darkest Wizard’s of all time, as if to protect her mother. As Severus’s spell raced past Molly’s shoulder, her own spell left her tiny wand and added to that of Severus’s. At the same time a green jet of light left Grindelwald’s wand tip. Ron wanted to scream but his throat was closed. Seconds seemed like hours and his body frozen in time forcing him to watch what was happening in front of him.

Harry leapt forward, dobby leapt forward, and Hedwig raced downward, all trying to intercept Grindelwald’s spell, but they were too late. Ron did not see the Arch being delivered directly behind the Dark Wizard, his eye’s were fixed on the minutia of what was happening to his daughter. Harry’s body slammed into the Dark Wizard at the same time Dobby the House Elf, and Hedwig, Harry’s pet owl, intersected with the Wizard and the four of them fell through the Arch and disappeared from view.

Ron watched as Missy Molly fell slowly backwards landing nearly in Hermione’s lap and then time unfroze and sound exploded into his ears. His heart wrenched itself from his own chest as he watched it being ripped in half at the mournful peel that came from no other than Hermione.

RO-ON! OUR BABY!”

The sound of Ron thudding to his knee’s in his despair caused Severus Snape to whip his head around. His rock hard features softened slightly at the pain he knew he was witnessing. He did not hear the foot falls that were rushing up towards him as his own steps thudded onto the rock floor as he crossed the small chamber towards Ron. Pure hatred replaced the lines on his face but the hand that was placed on Ron’s shoulder was light, almost caressing.

“I was too late. I – I’m sorry.” Ron heard the words from a thousand miles away. They were soft and caring words, and he felt the hand leave his shoulder only for a moment’s time only to return to his shoulder.

When Severus looked up he was staring into the eyes of Remus Lupin whose hand had replaced that of Snape’s. The two looked into each others eyes for a long moment and then Remus nodded and then turned his head away as a note of unspoken understanding passed between them. When he looked back Severus Snape was gone.

Lupin knelt and gathered Ron up in his arms and lifted him to his feet. “You must go to her Ron. You’ll be needing to be strong for the two of you.”

Remus’s voice cracked as he spoke but his arms and hands were firm and his step sure as he guided Ron back down the passageway from which he had just come down.






Lucius Malfoy worked his way along the maze of corridors and passageways oblivious to whomever he may come into contact with. He had already left several people lying on ground unconscious, having either jinxing them or hexing them with various curses and spells. He had only one purpose in mind and that was to find Severus Snape and kill him.

Stupefy!”

Another unsuspecting Wizard fell as the jet of red light lanced outward from Lucius’s wand tip. He had just turned off from the main passageway into another smaller corridor that led upward towards the great Chamber. His sense of direction seemed uncanny and he reasoned that Snape would not follow the larger corridors. It was his nature to just disappear when things got tight. Lucius had known him for years and when there was fighting to be done…, Snape could be found resting comfortably under the noses of those that would protect him.

The pounding of footsteps in front of Lucius Malfoy caused him to pull up short and withdraw into the shadows of the walls and he held his breath and waited as a smile curved his lips. It was a man coming towards him that he was certain of. The sounds of the foot steps were heavy and yet there was the hint of caution in them as well. Who ever it is, they do not want to be heard. He thought to himself as he pressed further against the shadowed wall at his back.

A shadowed figure moved into Lucius’s view and he knew that it could be none other than Severus himself. The figured had slowed and was looking all around. He knows. The thought sang in Malfoy’s mind and he nearly chuckled aloud with the very thought that he had not been seen yet Snape still knew that danger lurked nearby. Lucius held his wand ready and the curse waited patiently at the tip of his tongue. There would be no words between them, no duel. There was honor in a duel but what Snape had done to his family deserved no honor, what he and Narcissa had done while he sat in Azkaban deserved no chance, no honor, no…,

Avada Kedavra!”

Severus Snape’s eye’s widened in the split second that it took for the green jet of light to sweep over him. He felt his body lift into the air as his feet left the ground. When his body hit the ground, Severus felt no pain. He was dead before his body fell to the ground and the slight look of surprise was permanently frozen on his face.

A cackle of laughter disturbed the silence as Lucius stood over his victim and a twisted look of glee paled against the laughter as he stared downward at the lifeless body of his one time friend, Severus Snape. “I don’t think you’ll be working behind any one’s back again.” Lucius laughed again as he felt mirth in what he had just said. “And now, for my loving son. We’ll see just how much he is willing to pay for turning against me.” The cold smile that was now on his face spoke volumes of what he intended had anyone been thee to see it.






Dean Thomas woke to find himself lying in a small hollow in the cavern wall. He was awake but his wits still had not fully returned to him. He crawled out from where he had been unceremoniously stuffed and looked about seeing no one in sight he began to wander back down the passageway in the same direction he and the others had originally 5taken when they ran across the guards that had blocked their path earlier before. He did not remember any of that of course nor did he notice the huge doors to his left that led into the great chamber where an ugly scene was taking place. He was alone and he felt pulled to continued to follow the path that he was on deeper into the depths of the cavern.

When he arrived at a crossroad in the path he shrugged his shoulders and turned left into a smaller corridor that led deeper still. He did not notice the sounds of running foot steps of Ministry Aurors that went rushing down the main passage just after he had turned off the path only seconds later. His head felt heavy and dizzy and it was hard to focus on what he was doing but the walk seemed to help as his thoughts were slowly sorting and assembling themselves into something coherent. It was quite down here and it helped to think.

Nearly thirty minutes had past since he awoke and he had made several turns; each time following a path smaller and darker that the last. The air cooled his head and the muddled thoughts from before were coming clearer. He now had his wand out and his hearing had picked up. He still had no idea where he was going but something tugged at him to continue on deeper into the dark. He had not lit his wand yet.

Just in front of him a shadow moved into his path from a side passageway and turned down the path that he was on. Whoever it was, was talking to himself half giggling and half fierce. It seemed as if the figure was making plans and then laughing at the ideas. Dean sped up now completely alert and his head now completely clear. He strained his eyes in the dark and caught the sheen of white blond hair and instantly he knew who it was.

“Lucius Malfoy!”

The figure in front of him spun around with cat like reflexes wand in hand only to hear the single word “Stupefy

Dean had cast his spell right on the heels of calling out Malfoy’s name and then dropped to the ground. Malfoy’s surprised image had been illuminated in a ghostly red light as the spell struck him squarely in the chest and he fell backward still clutching his wand. Dean Thomas wasted no time in what he did next. Scrambling back to his feet, he immediately went to the unconscious form and removed the wand from Malfoy’s hand and then pointed his wand and uttered another spell and watched as golden ropes sprang forth and began wrapping themselves tightly about Malfoy’s still form. He had captured Lucius Malfoy who was supposed to still be in the wizards prison, Azkaban.

As the adrenalin rush ebbed from within himself, Dean finally realized he did not know where he was and he stood there in the dark and laughed at himself.

Mobilicorpus

Dean pointed his wand as Malfoy’s body rose about six inches from the ground and then pointed it in the direction Dean knew he had just come from and stood aside as the floating form passed him by and then began to follow as it bumped along the ground.


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PostSubject: Re: Harry Potter and the Hunt   Sun 22 Mar 2009, 11:06 pm

The Hunt

Chapter 53


Mysteries of Magic




Rufus Scrimgouer strode into the cavernous chamber and with a practiced eye he scanned the scene in front of him and around him. Frenzied dueling, witches and wizards alike lay on the ground, some moaning in pain while others lay without moving. In one corner a mass of people stood in shock and horror at what was happening in front of them. Rufus took them in at first glance and flicked a hand at a knot of Aurors that had come in behind him. he did not have to look behind him, he knew they were there and at his signal they trotted off to surround the group and had them filing out of the chamber to be sorted out later but for now, they were what he liked to call non combatants. It was a term he had heard muggles use to describe those that were not fighting but had been caught in the middle, and he liked the sound of the words. His next glance took in the stern look of Kingsley Shacklebolt, he was the Head of the Aurors.

“Sorry Kingsley, old habit you know.” Scrimgouer called out over the noise. He had been the previous Head of the Auror Department before replacing Cornelius Fudge as Minister of Magic.

“Not at all, Minister.” Kingsley called back with half a salute. He himself had led the first foray of Aurors into the Chamber instead of following as he should have. “I understand old habits. They are hard to break, are they not?”

“That they are Kingsley. That they are.” Scrimgouer smiled ruefully as he took another dozen steps deeper into the Chamber and directing another group of Aurors to a pair of young wizards who were a part of Dumbledore’s Army. They were having some difficulty dueling against five older wizards. They were doing rather well in Scrimgouer’s opinion but a few extra wands wouldn’t hurt either he mused.

He nodded appreciatively at these younger enforcers of Dumbledore’s. They seemed well trained and he had to hand it to the older wizard. Teaching these youngsters under the very eye of the once Hogwarts High Inquisitor, Dolores Umbridge. “He-he, the old relic had a trick or two constantly up his sleeve.” Rufus had to laugh at his remark as he continued to stroll casually through the turmoil having had to flick his wand twice already to deflect spells aimed in his direction. He was not afraid of battle nor of the battle scenes having been involved in many of them for many long years during Voldemort’s reign of terror, when he was but a young Auror.

He noted Ronald Weasley as he left though some passageway behind the stage that was set in the back of the Chamber and he spotted Harry Potter. Another hand sign flicked at his remaining Aurors that had been following him sent them in an arcing circle towards Harry Potter with him in their center.

I know that man. Rufus flashed another hand sign and they all stopped just as he realized who Harry had been facing. Dumbledore defeated him. I was there in the aftermath! Outwardly, Rufus Scrimgouer was as calm as a flat pond of water but inside, Adrenalin was roaring through his veins and his thoughts were screaming at him.

“Steady men, steady. Make no sudden moves.” His arms were outstretched as if to hold his Aurors back.

Crack!

The sudden sound of a dis-apparating witch or wizard caused Scrimgouer’s head to turn. This is all I need now. He thought to himself. he steeled himself to watch Grindelwald kill without remorse. He would do it without turning to see who it was h had killed but the man did not turn. His attention was focus on…,

“Merlin’s beard!” It was young Mrs. Weasley who had his attention and she was on the floor with her leg pointing in a very grotesque angle. He’s not even focusing on Harry Potter.

Scrimgouer blinked his eye’s and then blinked them again in disbelief. The Weasley’s little daughter was standing in front of her mother and she has a wand!

“Don’t nobody move I say. Not until I give the word!” Rufus commanded his guards.

Although the noise of dueling witches and wizards surrounded him, Scrimgouer heard nothing. His focus was on what was happening in front of him. It was his old Auror training at its pinnacle. He had tuned out everything but what he wanted to see and hear and the events slowed as well. His awareness studied every possible angle with detailed minutia. His mind raced with scenarios and possibilities to save the situation with blinding speed and the sums kept adding to zero. Scrimgouer realized that he was powerless to do anything other than to look on. To look upon this tiny little girl. This little girl with the fiercest look upon her face. Her face as red as her hair and her wand held level and steady. She was prepared to defend her mother to the fullest and every nuance of her body and stance said that she would succeed.

The fluttering of wings caused him to look upwards at a mass of the largest owls he had ever seen. They were carrying a large object beneath them and that object looked vaguely familiar to him too. As they set it down everything seemed to happen at once in front of him.

The owls dropped the veil just feet behind where Grindelwald stood and then several more owls dropped an elf. It was Winky. Winky went immediately to Hermione’s side and then she was what was happening and moved quickly.

Scrimgouer watched as Harry first look at the veil with a look of understanding and then look back to the little girl. It was as if this had been planned but he knew the presence of the young lass was not a part of it. He could see the calculations taking place in Harry’s head from where he stood and it was then that the sums within his own head added up and totaled its solution. He had to admire the quickness of how Harry thought out the plan while talking and pleading for the girl. Stalling for time. Scrimgouer thought. That’s what all that was about.]

He watched on and saw that Harry had seen that Molly was ready to make good on her promise to hex the man and as she began to speak he lunged forward. Time seemed to slow to an eternity as he dove through the air to knock Grindelwald through to the other side and in that time, fear seized his heart. Grindelwald had cast the killing curse. If only he could reach him before the finishes the curse.

Rufus held his breath as several things occurred at the same time before his very eyes. A red jet of light came form somewhere behind Mrs. Weasley and intersected with the red jet of light from the little girls wand and at the same time Harry Potter had flung himself at Grindelwald’s mid section as if to tackle him. The two spells hit Grindelwald at the exact same time as Harry Potter connected but something else happened too. A blurred streak of White and a blurred streak of green both intersected Grindelwald’s midriff just as Potter and the two spells hit and together they all fell through the veil.

Horror struck him when his eye’s flicked back to the little girl just as Grindelwald’s killing curse struck home. It was more than he could witness and he turned his head away from the scene just as he heard Hermione’s first wail of anguish. He gritted his teeth and balled his fist tightly. A rage unknown to him filled him to bursting and he wanted to let it out. With each new sob of Hermione Weasley’s, Scrimgouer wanted to rip somebody’s head off. With each wail he wanted to point his wand at one of Grindelwald’s followers and let them feel Hermione’s pain. With each convulsive and audible shutter of that poor girls mother he had to hear, he steeled himself and bit back his other urges. He had to be solid, he had to be strong, he had to be the leader, and for the first time…, he did not want to be the Minister of Magic He wanted to kill, he wanted to avenge the child and her parents.

He opened his eyes and almost closed them again at what he saw. He had always admired the Weasley family for their strength even at the loss of their father, a brother, and of their younger sister. He had never seen them crumbled as they were now. It was as if life had been taken from all of them at once. His Under Secretary, Percy Weasley had slid down the wall he had been leaning against, Bill Weasley had sunk to his knees with his head in his hands, Fred Weasley was down on the floor and his twin brother had his head laid across the others chest. Scrimgouer wanted blood but the restraint of his office held him firmly by the tiniest of hairs. The image of that little girl flying backwards and then lying there lifeless in her mother’s arms was too much for anyone. He noticed that some of his guards wept openly yet he had to be firm and strong. He wiped the back of his hand across his face drying the wetness that wet his cheek and took several long and calming breaths. He had to give orders and start directing this mess.

“Healers! Now!” Scrimgouer barked out his commands still refusing to turn his head to witness the scene behind him and so he was able to see two of the Aurors sprint across the chamber to its opened doors. Snapping fingers sent another pair of Aurors from their moment of despondency rushing towards a group of Grindelwald’s followers that were being held captive by the younger enforcers of Dumbledore’s. He still had not turned his head. Shacklebolt stepped towards him but a shake of his head stopped Kingsley short in his tracks and the look on his face told Kingsley to be somewhere else.

“RO-ON! OUR BABY!”

The blood curdling scream from behind him caused him to spin on his heel. It was a sound of anguish mixed with horror and it froze his very bones. He looked straight at Hermione’s face and it was as white as a ghosts, and fear held her eye’s wide open. Rufus’s own eye’s followed to where Hermione’s was looking and he saw nothing. The child was gone!

He was by her side in less than a second and Shacklebolt was just two steps behind. As Rufus knelt and touched Hermione she screamed again.

She’s gone!”

Signals from Kingsley’s hands brought a ring of Aurors immediately around them and a whispered word into one of the Aurors ears sent him running only to return moments later with a Senior Healer in tow. The Minister of Magic stood within the protective ring of Aurors looking down at Hermione’s panic stricken face and watched as he body heaved with each sob. His jaw was set firm and his face held no emotion. In fact, there was nothing to be read on his face other than his jaw being set. Kingsley had seen this of the man before. He was studying the events as they happened, in his mind. Playing and replaying each step. The child was there, dead, unmoving. I turned my head all of about one whole second, and then she was gone, and her mother searching the ground where she should have been laying.

Scrimgouer stopped after each statement and replayed what had just happened and then studied that event and then did the same again and again and again, and still he noticed nothing that his trained eye did not see the first time. Less than 10 minutes had gone by from when the spells hit, he reacted at the same time Potter made his lunge which was just the barest measure of a fraction of a second, sooner than the spells left their wands and the child was there until just less than two minutes ago. My head was turned only for the blink of an eye!





The Healer seemed to appear from nowhere and as she knelt before Hermione her knees gave a loud crack. Grey ran through her hair as she swept back the hood of her cloak. Lines of care crossed her forehead and crow’s feet were just beginning to appear at the corners of her eyes. She placed her bag near her left knee. It was where she always placed it when working in the field. Her bag held vials of tightly corked potions which were strapped neatly along the insides of the covers and the sides of her bag. And, un its center, that held a large wooden box with small compartments that held ingredients to prepare more potions and a small cauldron should she need to prepare a special potion. The outside of her bag contained pockets of all shapes and sizes, filled with the various instruments she might use to perform a thorough examination or a more specific type of examination. One pocket was very long and narrow. It was nearly as wide as the bag itself. From that pocket, Alyse Hiller withdrew a stethoscope and placed the tops in her ears and then placed an ice cold metal disk against Hermione’s exposed chest and listened to her heat beat.

Alyse Hiller was not only one the leading Healers ever trained at Saint Mungo’s, she was also a muggle trained Doctor who not only held a private practice in a large American city, she was also a member of the original Order of the Phoenix and was present immediately after every major raid or rescue mission the order performed.

Alyse replaced her stethoscope back into its pocket, satisfied the Hermione’s heart was as strong as ever. The deep gulps of air Hermione took between wails and sobs and the volume of her terror filled shrieks of “Where is she!!?” gave evidence that Hermione was breathing quite well. A practiced hand slid down the side of the bag to a square shape medium sized pocket and opened it while her eye’s swept over Hermione and this time, she took in every detail of Hermione from head to foot and paid close attention to Hermione’s strangely positioned, broken leg. In that short time, she had already placed a black cuff around Hermione’s left arm and her own left hand trailed once again back to her bag.

From a long slim pocket located next to the bag handle, Alyse withdrew her wand and brought it up to the cuff she had place on Hermione’s arm and tapped it once. The cuff began to fill with air and it squeezed Hermione’s arm tightly. A gauge located on the cuff began to display numbers. Alyse frowned; Hermione’s blood pressure was extremely high. But that’s to be expected, she thought to herself. She tapped the cuff once again and it slid from Hermione’s arm and coiled itself up and slid slowly by itself back to its pocket.

“Minister, I’ll be setting her leg and mending the bone, other than that she’s as healthy as a fully grown dragon.” She was about to say “A fully grown Ox,” but had to remember where she was and doubted that the Minister of Magic would know what an Ox was. Her Impression of Rufus Scrimgouer wasn’t a good one.

Rufus only nodded at her, still wrapped deep in thought as his mind replayed every event leading up to the disappearance of young Molly Weasley.

As events began to turn towards a mop up operation Kingsley turned his attention to the small pockets of one to one dueling that still continued.

Protego!”

Kingsley’s slow and deep voice shouted out the protection charm casually though loudly enough to cause heads to turn in his direction as an errant spell arrowed its way towards his staff surrounding Hermione and the Minister. The circle of protection tightened closer around the pair without word.

“Let me by you Mertlap sucking Doxy dropping.! That’s my wife and my baby!”

Remus lost his grip on Ron’s shoulder as he pushed passed the startled Aurors who in turn looked to Kingsley for approval which he gave immediately.

Ron knelt by Hermione’s side and whispered quietly, “Where is she? Have they taken her already?”


Chapter 53 continued

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PostSubject: Re: Harry Potter and the Hunt   Sun 22 Mar 2009, 11:08 pm

The Hunt

Chapter 53 continued


Mysteries of Magic




He looked at Alyse as she withdrew a needle like object from Hermione’s arm and it was she who answered his question.

“It’s called a Tranquilizer. It’s a muggle type calming draft but a bit faster in action. She might not be able to answer you but she knows you’re here.”

“She-she’s gone Ron. Gone! I-I want my baby back” Hermione’s voice was weak and it wavered as she spoke.

“I know.” Ron said softly as he pulled Hermione tighter into his arms, “But where is she? Did the Healers take her?

“She-she just disappeared. Winky…, Ron y-you have to find her” Hermione’s eye’s closed and her body went slack in his arms.

Ron looked to the Healer Alyse, who said, “I gave her a stiff dose. Her vitals were a little higher…, you are her husband I suspect?” Alyse had just caught herself discussing Hermione’s situation with someone she did not know. Ron nodded and so she continued to explain.

“Her vitals, heart rate, blood pressure, breathing, and the like were a little too high for my liking so I boosted the dose a bit and she’ll most likely be out of it for quite sometime.”
While she spoke she had tapped Hermione’s leg with her wand and it slowly stretched itself out into a more appropriate position and then she tapped the leg again before continuing to explain. “Her leg was broken, but I’ve just set it and she should be off of it for a day or two and after that it’ll be right as Hogwarts.” The snap of her bag said that she was finished with her task

“Now I’m sure there are others that will be needing my services. And…,” She smiled at Ron before going on and placed a hand on his shoulder, her voice became softer, “The baby is just fine. I’d like to see her in two weeks…, twins I suspect but I’d like to be certain.” Her voice trailed off as she removed her hand and stepped away.

Ron laid Hermione carefully back down on the ground and stood slowly. His face turned purple and his visage was blank yet determined. His hand raised his wand and his knuckles were white with the grip he held on the wand. Ron faced the Archway, he knew where his daughter was, he knew where her murderer was too.

“Ron, no you can’t, you must not.” Remus said softly and he took hold of Ron’s arm to stop him.

Ron stopped and turned mechanically and when he spoke in measured sentences, there was ice in his tone. “Remus, if you value your arm and your life you’ll let me go.”

Remus held on for a second longer and sadness shown dully in his eye’s and he watched as Ron turned and begin to walk towards the Arch.

“’Ere now, where do you think your going Mister Weasley?” Scrimgouer had watched as Ron approached the Arch way. “I’ll not have you…,” his words were cut off as a jet of light issued from Ron’s wand and blasted the Minister backwards and out of his way. Kingsley swung around with his wand held high and ready but raised his arms as Ron turned his wand onto him as well.

Ron stopped short as the Archway began to shimmer and he nearly dropped his wand when he saw Harry step through supporting his sister.

“We’re alright.” Harry said with a mixture of emotions on his face. He wanted to laugh, to cry, to shout…, he had Ginny back and in his arms and he did not know how to feel. Weight had been lifted off of his shoulders, weight so heavy that for the past three years he felt as if it had bowed his back, and sadness as he had to leave tow of the most important people in his life, behind. In his mind he knew that Sirius was right, Sirius had been in there too long to be able to return to the world. He had changed but his love kept his sanity if only for Harry’s sake, but Dobby… Dobby was as true a hero as Harry could not possibly express.

Ron reached a tentative hand out to Ginny’s face and touched her tenderly and then took it back quickly. “Harry, thank you for Ginny, but step out of the way mate, please!” His resolve had returned and he raised his wand to point it at his friend.

Harry could only stare at Ron, his smile slowly slipping form his face as his own practiced eye swept the scene before him catching every minute detail and forgetting nothing that he had witnessed before falling through the veil.

“Ron, where’s Missy Molly, and Winky?” Harry asked carefully.

Step out of the way mate. Don’t make me move you.”

Harry understood why Scrimgouer was laying on the ground. “You moved him out of the way then?”

Kingsley had taken three small steps towards Ron while his attention was focused on Harry and stopped in his tracks as Harry’s own wand took aim on him.

“Stay right there Kingsley, I don’t want to have to move you out of the way. I expect you’ll want to be controlling yourself eh?” Ron’s eye followed to where Harry’s wand suddenly made its own appearance.

“You’re not going to stop me then?”

“She’s not in there mate, but I’m not going to stop you either if you promise to wait a second.”

Harry helped Ginny to where Hermione was laid down. Ginny’s legs had gathered their strength but she wasn’t about to let Harry go. She had wished for this moment for ages and she was about to lose Harry again. She knew it in her heart and as Harry set her down she squeezed his hand and mouthed the words, “I love you.,” and then let him go with tears in her eye’s.

Harry turned away from her and his face held its familiar look of determination and he spoke. “Well we had better get started then.”

Ron nodded and together the two of them stepped back through the arch into the Forbidding.






Ron stumbled as they stepped through into a land and sky with no color. It was as if time had sped up or slowed down, or was uncertain what to do and for a moment he felt clumsy. He noticed that Harry was still at his side watching him.

“I-I have to do this Harry, I-I have to get my baby back.”

“I know, but you won’t find her in here.”

“You didn’t have to come with me. You could have stayed behind with Ginny. I know how you feel about her…, Harry I’m sorry for how I acted when you and Ginny…, She was my sister and well…, you know how brothers are supposed to be…, don’t you?”

Harry looked at Ron and he knew what his pain felt like and he knew that Ron had to do what he had to do or he would never know, never be able to forgive himself, never, never know for sure.

“I know.” Harry replied. “But you must know the rules here. Two must go in for one to be able to come out…, I’ve no family to go back to, and you do.” His voice didn’t crack when he spoke but it sounded odd, resigned.

Ron’s face turned white and he stammered, “Y-You aren’t coming back then?”

“If I do, then you can’t” Harry was terse when he spoke and he added, “You lot have lost too much and I…, well you know what I mean.”

They stood and surveyed the land where they stood and then began to walk in no certain direction. Hours seemed to have gone by when The two of them began to notice movement in front of them and Harry gripped his wand tighter in his hand and noticed that Ron had done the same. They continued to walk towards the movement that they had seen meanwhile Harry kept turning to look behind them as well as to their sides yet he saw nothing that would alarm him.

It was hard to see what it was they were walking towards because for every two steps they took it seemed that they were gaining only one step but they were gaining ground and they were able to make out the shapes of two individuals walking in the same direction as they.

Ron raised his hands to his mouth to call out but Harry stopped him by saying “I wouldn’t do that, not in here least ways. You don’t want to meet up with what's in here.’

“MASTER HARRY!”

Dobby rifled his way towards them and nearly knocked them down when he caught up.

“Master Harry, Master Ron what is you dong here, you need to go, you is needing to go back now.” Dobby tried desperately to pull on their hands to turn them around when a snarl caused the three of them to spin on their heels. A misshapen black dog stood only a few steps away and white foam issued from its massive jaws.

“Master Sirius is not having a good day. You must go back.” Dobby pleaded earnestly.

“A good day?” Harry asked.

“You and muss Ginny have been gone nearly a week now.” Dobby answered still trying to pull Harry and Ron away.

Ron began to say something but Harry motioned him to be quiet. And looked towards the two figures ahead of them and saw that they had stopped too, no they were coming towards them now.

“Master Ron you must stop!!” Dobby shrieked.

Harry turned to see Ron trotting towards the figures at a fast pace and blinked his eye’s in disbelief. Missy Molly and the elf Winky were standing there waiting, but it wasn’t missy Molly, it was Ginny!

Harry dismissed the snarling black dog and ran full speed after Ron barley hearing a loud crack behind him and Dobby’s commanding voice shouting “No! That is Master Harry and Master Ron, not food! Now sit and stay or Dobby won’t find any food for you.”

“You see Winky, I told you daddy would come for me, I told you.”

Ron pulled up short not knowing what was going on. Before him stood a fully grown woman with the voice of his daughter and she was calling him Daddy.”

Ron reached for her tentatively as Harry shouted out, “Ron no, we don’t know.”

Missy Molly took Ron by the hand with incredible strength and pulled him to her in a crushing hug. It was the same type of hug she used to give him but the strength of it, her size, her age…, he wanted to fight her off but his instinct stilled his mind and his heart and he swept her off her feet as if she were still his little girl and he returned her embrace.

Harry had reached them and he held his wand tightly ready to use it if necessary and it was Winky who stepped in front of him as if to shield them causing Harry to look down at her with a questioning look. Winky only held a finger to her lips to silence any words.

“I-I have to take you back Molly, your mum…,”

“I cannot come back with you daddy. I have to stay here. There is a reason.”

The words did not sound like those of a child yet they still held that lilting sound that harry remembered hearing when he met her just a few days earlier and she wasn’t more than three years old if that old. They sounded regal and commanding.

Ron began to argue but Molly held a hand to his mouth to stop him and held it there as she began to speak.

“You are my daddy and mummy is my mummy, but I am so much older than you can know. I was born to finish a purpose and the Dark Lord Grindelwald recognized me only too late. He thought mummy was me.”

I-I don’t understand.” Ron stammered out.

“Daddy, I was born three ages ago and I was in charge of the safety of the Crystree…,”

“You, what?” Ron didn’t let go of her, he couldn’t and he struggled to understand what it was that Molly was saying to him. Harry began to see though and it was he that took over the explanation.

“Ron,” Harry began, “Three ages ago, there was a battle between the darkest of armies with creatures, monsters, the most hideous and evil of the kind, so long ago that the history of magic doesn’t even know it had happened. I know because I was there and do was Hermione and Dobby.”

“You, you couldn’t have been!” Ron blurted out. “That’s impossible.”

“It wasn’t actually us but we are direct descendants of those that were involved in this war. The return of Grindelwald woke the memories that were in our blood. I had dreams that were so real. Muggles joined the Magical world to help fight this war and the losses were heavy.”

Harry continued speaking to a stunned Ron who still had not let go of Molly and Harry noticed that she had not let go of Ron either.

“The Crystree, that tree that was in the Room of Requirement where the House Elves healed me, was a lock to this place.”

“What is this place anyways?” Ron asked.

“It’s a magical prison, that’s nowhere.” Harry answered.

“Well anyway, when something became so evil that it could no longer be kept in our world…, they, it was placed in here, in the Forbidding. Grindelwald was already in here when he learned of a weakness in the wall and he slipped out. He somehow enticed one of the keepers of the tree to slowly poison the tree and its hold on the prison began to weaken letting out creature only nightmares could describe and the war began. Hermione, U mean her ancestor stood guard over the tree when the battle came to the very spot where the tree stood. All Grindelwald needed to do was kill the tree and the Forbidding would fall completely.”

Ron gulped at the image that stood in his mind. He remembered some of what Hermione had told him about nightmares that she had had shortly after Dumbledore was killed.


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PostSubject: Re: Harry Potter and the Hunt   Sun 22 Mar 2009, 11:09 pm

The Hunt

Chapter 53 continued


Mysteries of Magic




Molly picked up the story from there and said, “I was born to the one guardian that did not fail. By her hand, Grindelwald was forced back into the Forbidding and the breach was sealed until his return. When the great wizard Albus Dumbledore defeated him the second time he escaped all was well yet he was not returned to the Forbidding and when Dumbledore was killed…, the balance was changed again. Winky here,” and she looked down at the house elf, “Is my guardian. She brought me in here before I was killed.”

“I saw you hit by the killing curse, I saw you fall!” Ron blurted out.

“I tripped over mummy just as the curse was to hit me and I hit my head.” Molly explained. “When Uncle Harry pushed Grindelwald through the Arch, Winky brought me in here too. This time the key is on the other side and I am that key. If I am killed then the forbidding will be sealed forever.”

“But, but how? Why,? You were …, you can’t be your too young you’re my baby.” Ron fought to keep the tears from coming. He understood but at the same time he didn’t understand.

“You must go back to mummy now, she will be needing you more than ever daddy.” She smiled and a twinkle shone in her eye as she leaned close to his ear and whispered, “I have given you and mummy a gift.”

Molly took Ron by the hand and then raised her own hand and to Harry’s astonishment the Arch appeared feet from where they stood.

“Molly,” Harry began, “The rules…, I can’t go.”

“Yes you can Uncle Harry. Winky and I came here freely and so two may leave freely. Daddy, tell mummy that I love her more.”

Ron fought back his tears and she embraced him one more time and then took a necklace from her neck that wasn’t there before and placed it in his hand and said, “Give this to my sister when she turns three years old and give this to my brother when he turns three.”

Ron looked down to see her wand in her hand and when he touched it golden sparks emitted form its tip and Ron could feel the power that radiated inside its core.

“What is the core?’ Ron asked behind a tightened throat.

“It is Holly with three hairs from my head, two from mummy’s and one from yours. One from Uncle Dobby’s and one from Winky’s. Seven hairs in all. And for you Uncle Harry, I have given my body so that you and Auntie Ginny could be together and share your dreams.”

She took Harry’s hand and he could feel a power so great, a power that emanated from the purest of love and then he and Ron stood rooted in shocked as her form changed form that of Molly to that of the fairest and loveliest of anything they had ever seen. Harry had seen it before but only in his dreams, she turned into the highest of all elves and both Dobby and Winky fell to their knees and bowed their heads. Harry didn’t notice until that moment that Snuffles had come up to them and sat before her as if to guard her from even them.

Harry turned to the Arch but Ron remained where he stood. Harry knew what was going through his mind, he had to go but he didn’t want to leave. It would be like leaving his heart behind. Harry knew that feeling more than anyone except for his own mother and now Ron.

After a long moment Ron reached to her and kissed her whispering that her birthday will be celebrated every year. She smiled knowingly as Ron let her go and turned his back.

“Is this how it feels?” Ron asked as they walked slowly towards the shimmering Arch.

“Mine was worse I think,” Harry replied. “I had nothing to look forward to, but after seeing Ron’s face he quickly added, “But, I have no idea what its like to leave a child behind either so maybe yours was even worse.”

Ron nodded, and together the two of them stepped into a chilling tunnel without looking back.


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PostSubject: Re: Harry Potter and the Hunt   Sun 22 Mar 2009, 11:19 pm

The Hunt

Chapter 54


Requiem




Ginny watched as Harry withdrew into himself over the past few days that they had been home. He hadn’t talked about anything since they returned concerning their future. Harry seemed rather shy about discussing those issues since discovering that Ginny’s soul and part of her mind, the part of her mind that her soul wanted to hold onto the most, the part that anchored herself forever to…, to Harry. Harry had told her how he felt that Hedwig could feel his thoughts, or see what he was thinking, or what he wanted. She even knew when he started to notice that he and Hedwig had seemed to become linked and she knew that Harry had rationalized that it was because he and Hedwig had become closer, since He and Hedwig was now living the way they should. She was his pet, his one true friend that was at his side all of the time, that one friend that he could share his deepest feelings to and would be assured that they would not tell anyone. But, Ginny knew them all. She had heard, seen, and felt everyone of those thoughts Harry had and her heart cried for him every night with Hedwig and for herself each time he blamed himself for a Weasley death and he had hated himself for each and everyone of those deaths. She knew how he felt when he had to face the Weasley’s when he had cost so much injury and harm; to the family he loved the most, but he never understood how the Weasley’s felt about him.

They had been setting outside of the Burrow on the picnic bench that overlooked the Weasley’s small Quidditch practice field. They had been back for three days now and when Molly hadn’t had Ginny wrapped up in her arms cooing and crying over her, She was wrapped up in Harry’s arms and this time, Ron kept his distance and even nodded in approval, as if they needed his approval or so said the looks on Ginny’s face when she would catch Ron looking. Hermione remained sequestered in Mr. and Mrs., Weasley’s room. Hermione was doing better much better than what Ginny thought she would feel if she had just lost her child. I would die… She thought to herself. Alyse Heeler had came by as promised and insisted that Hermione be brought to her Muggle Practice, she did pronounce the capital M each time she referred to her Muggle Practice. They had discussed what had happened and Alyse had said that she needed to study up on something called Cell Memory. When she mentioned that word, Cell Memory or Cell Memories, Hermione sort of smiled and nodded her head to herself and she stopped crying. In fact, it was as she, she didn’t have the word for it and she looked to Harry for the answer.

Harry’s face went deep in thought as he caught what Ginny was trying to say but he knew exactly what made Hermione smile and why she no longer felt the need to suffer a loss. They had felt the connection just as soon as Ms. Heeler mentioned the word, They had Elven blood and they could call upon the memories of all their Elven kin. Hermione had not lost Molly. Molly was with her everyday. Another thought occurred to him too. The Room of Requirement was of Elven Magic and that was why only some people could open it. As he thought on, he realized that only those people he thought he had seen and recognized in the dreams he was having, were only the one’s that could summon the Room of Requirement. He was probably wrong about that, but Hermione’s change seemed to suggest that and if so, Hermione would be able to visit with Molly and she would be able to bring anyone with her. Neville had shown them that the Room could be made to protect those within and any invited, could be brought in from the outside. Hermione would have seen that in the instant. He thought and then his thoughts changed to how he got here to where he was and the road that had to be traveled and his head turned to stare off across the pitch into nothingness.

Ginny recognized that he had left her once again but she didn’t leave right away. Instead, she lifted a hand to his back and rubbed it as if that would soothe his fears. Sometimes it’d bring him back to her and sometimes, as with this time, Harry had gone down that one road again. He would be seeing every person that had died in this fight, he would see them and blame himself for their wanting to follow him and continue to help him along the way, so she rose.

“I’m going inside to see if mum needs any help for tomorrow.” Fred and Molly’s funerals were the next day. She kissed him on the cheek and walked back into the kitchen of the Burrow.






Harry raised his hand to knock on the door in front of him and then hesitated. He had been standing on the doorstep for nearly twenty minutes in silent argument with what he was doing. At last, making a decision he turned on his heel and began walking back down towards the drive when the door opened.

“Who’s there. Who’s out there?”

Harry turned to see the speaker and noted that the voice was a bit deeper than he remembered.

Harry? Harry Potter? Blimey, what are you doing back here?

He noticed that the figure that stood in the doorway was much thinner than he last remembered seeing and the person stood a bit taller too. Harry forced a smile to his mouth and raised a hand halfway in greeting as he said, “Dudley, is Aunt Petunia home, or Uncle Vernon?

“No. They’re…, they’re on holiday.” Dudley Dursley replied. “Won’t be back for weeks.” Dudley still had not moved from the opened door.

Harry noted that he still managed to block the doorway quite successfully. “Well thanks anyway. I’ll just be going then.” Harry turned again but before he took another step Dudley called out.

“Would you like to come in or something?” The look on his face looked hopeful but Harry could here the hesitation in his voice too. “I mean we could have a cup of tea or something like that?”

“That…, that’ll be fine.” Harry replied, still uncertain of why he had come back to number four Privet Drive,
Dudley opened the door further and stepped out of the way as Harry entered into the home of his only living relatives. Nothing had changed other than a few new items such as a larger television set. It was one of those types that was very thin and it mounted on the wall just above the electric fireplace. Harry grimaced at the memory of Arthur Weasley blasting a hole into the wall the day he, Ron, and the twins came to collect him to take him to the Quidditch World Cup a life time ago.

“The kitchen’s just back here.” Dudley directed.

“Yeah, I remember.” Harry answered, and he followed Dudley as he marched towards the kitchen door.

Harry sat down at the table and then stood back up. “Listen Dudley, this was a bad idea. I need to get going.”

“No Harry, I’m glad you’re here. I’ve been wanting to see you for a long time but…” Dudley trailed off.

Harry knew how his cousin’s mind worked and he could see the unused muscle working hard to put words to what he most obviously wanted to say.

“Is it all over then?” The look on Dudley’s face was just as somber as Harry felt.

Harry remained silent for a very long time. He was tired. Truly and thoroughly tired and disgusted with himself. He had caused so much hurt and damage to those he loved. Everyone that he ever cared for had suffered loss because of him. He hated himself. His body ached as if every muscle had been wrung through a ringer, his head hurt from the thoughts that he had been thinking for the past three weeks, and his heart ached. He missed Ginny, he hurt for the pain and loss he caused Ron and Hermione, and he couldn’t face Mrs. Weasley with yet another loss of one let alone two of her family members because of him.

After the events at Sawtooth Harry disappeared. He felt the need to run away and had been moving about aimlessly not knowing which direction he had been heading. His heart ached for Ron and Hermione’s loss and he didn’t know how to face them, he didn’t know how to face Molly Weasley either. Everywhere he led…, another Weasley died. How could anyone like him, he didn’t even like himself anymore. Each loss hit him like a ton of bricks.

The steaming cup of tea being placed in front of him jostled his listlessness and he remembered Dudley’s question. “yeah, it’s done.”

“When they told us that we could come back home, they told us that you had killed that, that wizard…, they said that you were going after someone who, who killed that, that bloke with the long beard. You got him then?”

Dudley spoke slowly and Harry realized that it wasn’t because he had to word to put more than two words together, it was more like Dudley was unsure about asking Harry the questions that were on his mind. Harry nodded in reply and cupped his hands around the mug, it was hot.

Several long minutes went by and Harry had not said anything nor Dudley but Dudley was watching his cousin very closely. He could tell that something was terribly wrong with Harry.

“Listen Harry, I never got the chance to thank you properly for saving my life.” Dudley remained focused on his own mug of tea as he spoke. “I didn’t like you very much when we were younger.” He looked up to catch Harry’s reaction but Harry had not moved so he continued to speak. “I, I was afraid of you. Mum and dad said that you were…, unnatural …, a freak…, and I believed them. You always wore those ugly clothes, the one’s that didn’t fit you…,”

“They were your own old clothes.” Harry said without looking up.

“Yeah I know that, but I never thought…, Listen Harry…, I’m sorry I treated you the way I did. I know that now after thinking…,”

Harry looked up with a quick look of surprise. He had never expected Dudley to, to understand. Dudley got his first good look at Harry and exclaimed, ”You look a right sight. When was the last time you had a bath and a good sleep?”

Harry shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t know.

“Do you need a place to stay for awhile then?” Dudley asked tentatively. “A place to rest up some?” A note of concern entered Dudley’s voice. He wasn’t sure why he was doing this and he was worried about inviting Harry into the house but he needed Harry to be here. He had been wanting to talk to him for some years now and did not know how to reach him.

“I could use a bit of sleep if it’s alright.” Harry answered and then took his first sip of the tea.







“Still no word of where Harry might have gone to?” Molly Weasley asked Remus Lupin when he entered the kitchen of the Burrow. Remus glanced in the direction of Ginny Weasley who held a hopeful look on her face though her eyes were red and swollen from tears that seemed to never end. A sniff from Molly told him that the two had been consoling each other again

“None yet, I am sorry.” The last was directed to Ginny who quickly hid the look of hope that had been on her face. “How is…,” He hesitated for a moment before asking, “How is Hermione and Ron holding up?” They had returned to Grimwauld Place immediately after the funerals, which Harry walked out of in the middle of the somber ceremony. Ginny had been holding tightly onto his arm and the two were standing behind Mrs. Weasley who was seated. “He just reached over and took my hands from his arm; turned and left.”

“I just don’t understand why he left like he did. One minute he was here and the next…,” Molly trailed off her lip quivered and she could feel the tears welling up just at the corner of her eye. She looked much older now and her face held permanent lines of grief and worry. The funerals were quiet and private. She had insisted on a marker for Missy Molly even after Ron explained what had happened to her. Hermione held it in but Molly heard her every night when she herself had not been crying.
Remus took a chair and set himself down and took Molly’s hand. “We’ll find him Molly. I swear it.” Remus looked just a bit too resigned for Molly’s sake. “But, what of Hermione?” He was truly worried for her. Harry spent several hours locked up in Ron’s old room talking with Hermione and Ron and since then Hermione had not cried. She seemed resigned as if she had just quit. Tonk’s was extremely worried.

She should be in tears Remus, she just lost her child and she does not cry.”

“The Grangers were devastated when they heard the news. They stayed right here in the Burrow until That witch Healer pronounced Hermione fit. You know, now that you mention it…, I haven’t seen Ron shed a tear either since they’ve come home. That is out of sorts....” Molly trailed off and tried hard to stifle a sniff.

“Oh Remus, I haven’t even offered you a tea!” Molly began to rise.

Remus held out a restraining hand and said, ”That’s alright Molly I’ll get it.” As he rose a thought came un-beckoned. They’re being awfully cavalier when it comes to Missy Molly. It’s almost like, like…,” He didn’t want to say that they didn’t care…, it was as if they knew something that didn’t worry them, and something they didn’t want to talk about either

“Mum, Remus.” Ginny began to slowly speak. She felt as if she was betraying Harry in a way by divulging a secret but this one secret needed to be told. “Harry feels that …, he feels responsible for everything.

Remus and Molly both looked at her. They knew that Harry blamed himself.

“You don’t understand!” She blurted out when she saw the looks on their faces. They weren’t the looks of condescension but they told her that they already knew this also.

“That’s silly dear. Harry is family and he knows that we love him and we don’t blame him one bit for what we decide to do.” Molly said.

“What don’t we understand about Harry?” Remus asked more cautiously.

“Harry is a Potter. He’s not a Weasley. He has no family…, he doesn’t know how it works. He’s never known.” Ginny nearly wailed the last out in a combination of hurt and frustration.

Remus knew immediately what she meant he had felt it but never actually knew it. He did have a family. They were afraid of him, but he knew that they loved him too and they were there when he needed them, but what the Dursley’s did to Harry …, Remus felt that nearly all his adult life. Molly’s lip trembled as a glimmer of understanding hit her.

“Ohh, Harry.” She uttered as a hand went to her face.

The room became quiet and the tea was forgotten.


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PostSubject: Re: Harry Potter and the Hunt   Sun 22 Mar 2009, 11:23 pm

The Hunt

Chapter 54 continued


Requiem




Dudley and Harry sat facing one another, neither having spoken in a long time. Dudley’s jaw worked a time or two as if preparing to say something but he kept silent and dipped his tea.

“Dudley?” Harry finally broke the silence between them. “Can I ask you something?”

Dudley nodded his head.

“When we…,” Harry began slowly. “When we were attacked by those Dementors…,”

Dudley stiffened at the memory of it.

“What did you see?” Harry asked.

Dudley took a deep breath and then drew himself up, before he answered. “I, I saw myself as you. And what you were going through.” He said.

“As me?” Harry asked with some great incredulity in his voice.

“Yeah, as you and everything you’ve done, or have had done to you. My Mum, and me dad, and…, me too…, how we treated you. And…, I saw him.” Dudley’s face had turned white but his hands remained still. “You, you did say he’s finished?” Dudley’s face now looked wistful.

Harry nodded and then said, “And, there’s no way he can harm another soul either. I gave him to a Dementor.”

Dudley’s hand went immediately to his mouth. That one memory would be fresh in his mind for the rest of his life. Had it not been for Harry…, Dudley inwardly shuddered at the thought of Harry not being there to rescue the both of them.

“Didn’t you say once that you had your own house?” Dudley asked in hopes to change the subject away from Dementors and the like.

“Yeah, but I kinda gave it away to those friends of mine that got married.” Harry answered.

Dudley sensed that Harry was not in the mood for talking and so the two of them just sat in the kitchen sipping the tea as darkness crept into number Four Privet Drive.





Ron and Hermione stepped from the sidewalk just across the street from number Twelve Grimmauld Place and crossed it slowly. They were just out for an afternoon stroll and were returning home.

The door creaked open as they stepped inside the bright room which stood in contrast to the dark and grimy looking exterior of their home. The stoic looks that had been plastered on their faces slipped off as did their traveling cloaks, which Ron took Hermione’s and hung them on the hooks which were fastened to the wall. Neither of them spoke as Ron followed Hermione up the flight of stairs at the end of the hallway. Hermione trailed a hand along the wall as she began to climb the stairs slowly. Her back was straight if not a bit stiff as she took the stairs one step at a time.

She reached the top of the stairs and stopped at the first bedroom. The door was closed. She laid a hand on its knob, not turning it, just touching it, holding it, counting the times that she heard that very door slam shut, slam open, the giggles that could be heard on the other side of it. She didn’t even look down when Crookshanks padded in between her ankles rubbing himself against her legs. She didn’t even notice when he sat down waiting patiently for her to open it nor did she feel Ron’s hand upon hers as he turned the knob and pushed the door opened. They both stood there looking into the room, neither of them wanting to step into it yet both wanting. That was the only feeling that they held… Wanting. Crookshanks leapt up on the bed inside the room and circled the center of the bed until he found just the right spot, just the right angle, just the right position and then he sat down calmly and worked his paws underneath until he was primly comfortable and stared at them after all it was his and Molly’s bedroom

“Crookshanks, get down from there!” Ron’s voice was angry and he pulled his wand out to add a little prompting to his yell.

Hermione gently raised her hand to Ron’s arm and slowly pulled his arm back down saying softly, “No Ron, its his room too.”

Crookshanks had not moved and his purring could be plainly heard.

Hermione crossed the room slowly and deliberately and then knelt beside the bed. The walls were still the same dark Hunter Green with a slight sheen to them and the ceiling was still the same Burgundy Red The walls were bordered along the ceiling with a rich dark Oak that matched the rest of the furniture that was within. The bed, a white canopy bed, was adorned with a pink comforter and pillows that matched. The carpet that lay on the floor was pink as well. They had not yet managed to completely finish the room in its pink décor. Molly said that she liked the way the room looked.

Hermione slowly knelt by the side of the bed and then she laid her head upon the comforter and inhaled deeply. The smell of Molly filled her nostrils with a richness that only a mother would know and she wept long and hard. There were no wails of grief, no shrieks of pain, she just wept. Crookshanks watched as Ron knelt too, next to Hermione, his hands clasped together as if in prayer, and he watched as Ron’s shoulders shuddered in silent weeping. Crookshanks kept his vigilance long into the night and the soothing sounds of his purring rose and fell in time as the sobs and weeping trailed off and renewed themselves.





Incendio.”

Dudley flinched as Harry pointed his wand and lit a candle that sat at the middle of the table.

“Handy, that.” Dudley murmured as Harry returned his wand back to his pocket.

“Dudley, can I ask you a question?” Harry asked.

Dudley nodded as Harry looked at him.

“What did you see when the Dementors…?” Harry trailed off. He didn’t need to say the rest.

Dudley’s face drained just for a moment as he recalled that one evening five years earlier. It was as fresh in his mind now as if it had just happened minutes ago. His breath caught as he drew in a deep breath but his voice was steady and calm when he answered.

“I saw myself as you. As a wizard you know, having to live with me mum and dad, being treated as they did you and…” Dudley stopped for a moment and took another deep breath for continuing on. “And, I saw you as me. Spoiled and hating that hating that you had to share what you had with me and then not even sharing, I saw myself as not being wanted,” He took another breath as Harry remained quiet and looked down at the very clean table top. “You risked everything to save me didn’t you? I mean, you knew you’d be kicked out of that school and you still used…, you still used magic.., for me, and you did that after everything I’ve ever done.”

Harry nodded in agreement with what Dudley was saying; after all he himself didn’t know back then if he could legally use magic to save his cousin let alone himself.

“So what changed your mind about magic?” Harry looked up once again.

Dudley’s face screwed up as if thinking that much was beginning to hurt but Dudley really had to think about this one and the silence grew between the two of them again. Dudley really wanted to answer this question but the answer eluded his grasp at the moment.





“They are worried about him.” Remus was saying as he removed his travel worn cloak.

“But why, Remus? Why would Harry just leave like this again?” Tonks asked him as she finished setting the table for their dinner. She had spent the whole day at the Ministry writing a report on the recent events and she was tired. The worry over Hermione and over Harry was beginning to show on her face as Remus leaned towards her to plant a kiss on her cheek. He frowned at the question. It wasn’t that he disliked the question, it was more that he disliked that fuzzy feeling that he should know the answer yet it remained just a wand’s tip away from presenting itself in full form. It tugged at him from somewhere just behind his navel but the words, the reasoning, the...

“Ugh! I should know why, I should know just where to go and get him too, but I don’t.”

“Are you worried about him?” She asked cautiously.

Remus thought about it for just a moment and then answered her. “I should be, but for some reason I’m not.”

“Why not? I’m worried for him, molly’s worried for him and Ginny, and I know that Hermione and Ron both are probably worried about him too somewhere in the middle of what their going through. I know that everyone is happy about Ginny returning to us from the dead but… You know that’s strange…”

“What's strange?” Remus asked as he sat down a the table after washing up while they were talking.

Tonks looked thoughtful for just a moment as she gathered that one train of thought that had just popped into her mind. “Well, Ginny coming back for one, but she doesn’t seem worried I think.”

“Of course she’s worried.” Remus snorted.

“No… I think she’s anxious.”

“Anxious?” Remus asked stopping just short of placing a fork full of food in his mouth.

“I don’t know how to explain it.” Tonks continued still with that thoughtful look on her face. “It’s more like a feeling, or how I look when you go off on your own each month. It’s like I know you’re coming back but I’m afraid you won’t. Or, I know you’re all right but I know you’re hurt. Grr, it’s like you knew no one wanted you but I knew everyone wanted you.” Tonks was finding it hard to explain the feeling thinking that the look on Remus’s face was the look of “You lost me already.”

That was far from the truth. Remus knew that feeling too but from the reverse side of the equation. He really and truly did think that he knew how Harry felt but he also knew that he did have friends and that his friends wanted him. Tonks was wrong about that one feeling. She was thinking back to their little disagreement a few years earlier when she first let him know of how she felt about him and he tried to push her away, He nodded though in agreement to save the argument from happening.





Molly wasted no chance to touch or be near Ginny. Her heart was broken but her baby’s return was like a gift from the Heavens. At times she felt at odds with herself. It was wrong of her to be so giddy, so happy, so… She didn’t know how to feel. One moment she was dabbing the tears from the corners of her eye’s and then the next she was laughing and hugging Ginny, and then the next, she felt that she should be by Hermione’s side after all she did know what it was like to lose a child, and then the next, she was holding Ginny as tight a humanly possible not wanting to let her go ever again for fear of losing her once again. And then there was Harry.


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PostSubject: Re: Harry Potter and the Hunt   Sun 22 Mar 2009, 11:27 pm

The Hunt

Chapter 54 continued


Requiem




She knew why Harry left three years earlier. He was mad, he wanted revenge, he wanted to put to rest those that took his family and…, she smiled as she imagined Harry and Ginny. Molly wasn’t stupid nor was she dumb. I might have been born at night but it wasn’t last night. She thought to herself as she envisioned the many furtive looks and hidden smiles, the chance encounters that Ginny and Harry “accidentally” found themselves in, and she just knew that the two of them would eventually…, and then Ginny was dead. Killed trying to be at his side, to fight with him, to protect him, and then her thoughts turned to Arthur, and then Charlie, and then Fred, and then… Molly. Little Missy Molly. Fierce and unafraid of anything and willing to protect what was hers to the end. But Ginny was back and the hand went to her cheek to wipe the wetness away.

“Ginny dear?”

Ginny stepped into the kitchen at the sound of her name and glanced at the clock. Molly too glanced at the very same clock. Harry was still traveling.[

“Yes mum?”

“Mum, I’m not a baby anymore.” Ginny complained. She hated being the youngest of the Weasley’s. Her face had turned into a mixture of ire and pout as she folded her arms and watched her mother step out from the kitchen doorway and then disappear. She thought that she might have seen her mother’s chin quiver as she pulled open the door to leave.

Ginny turned and stamped her foot in frustration. She knew somehow where Harry was and turned to face the wall that separated the kitchen from the scullery. Had she known where she looked she would have known that she was looking towards number four Privet Drive, Little Winging, Surrey.





Harry looked away from Dudley and then looked off into the silence that stood between them after Dudley revealed what he had seen the night the Dementors attacked them. Ginny was just there. He thought.. he didn’t know how she could love him anymore. He had caused so much in her family, He had hurt Ron at least once each year they had been together at Hogwarts by letting his friend help him as he went off to save the wizarding world, nearly gotten Ginny killed in their second year and gotten Ron in trouble by stealing the car. Caused Percy to leave the family. Had caused George to get injured, Mister Weasley to get killed, then Ginny, Then Charlie dieing, now, Fred, Missy Molly. Harry just did not understand how they could still say the he was one of their family, that they did not blame him, And Hermione? How many times had he gotten her in hurt or somehow in trouble? He knew that the Dursley’s would be saying.

“You saw yourself as me?” Harry turned in the dimness of light from the one lit candle on the counter with a hint of amusement in his voice. He had gone through that mental argument before and didn’t want to listen to himself continue to point out the facts. It was best that he just walk away, get a fresh start and leave the Weasley’s alone they’ve paid into his still being alive more than they should have.

“Yeah, I did. Mum and Daddy, they didn’t like me anymore and you got all my stuff and all the presents. It was like you were their very own son before and I wasn’t. And then mum and Dad, the way they yelled at me, and….” Dudley looked down at this feet for a long moment and then finished what he was saying/ “Harry, I didn’t save you. I hated you. I turned and ran.”

“That would have been scary.” Harry whispered.

“Yeah, it really was.” Dudley gave a small shudder tha rippled down his still bery large bulk.

"No.” Harry Replied. “The thought of looking like you mate. Scary.”

Harry lurched to the side nearly falling out of his chair when Dudley’s beefy fist hit him on the shoulder.

“I’m serious you idiot.” Dudley have grinned and had half a snarl on his face when Harry righted himself rubbing his shoulder. Dudley still worked out and boxed.

“I know. So was I” Harry was grinning, His melancholy had slipped away. This was the only home that he ever knew and it was never his home. Hogwarts was more his home, but now…, He didn’t want to come here but it was the only place he had now that he was alone again. He decided that he was glad he did just show up in the street. He and Dudley found themselves laughing at things they had done to each other and most especially how Harry had done things to Dudley that he had never knew about. Spells were forbidden but the Ministry never said anything about the potions that Hermione had given him.

Dudley stood after another long moment of silence that had fallen between them and took several deep breaths and Harry watched as Dudley’s jaw worked as if to form some very difficult words and then his eyebrow’s began to slowly climb his forehead as Dudley slowly spoke.

Harry, I – I, never put it in words the last time you left but, Thank you.”

Harry heard the capital in Dudley’s words.

“Thank you for me mum’s and me dad’s life. We didn’t deserve what you did for us… Saving us an all. There was no reason to. You can stay like I said before. “

Dudley looked at his feet now wanting to look Harry in the eye as he continued.

“Go home Harry. This will never be your home. Mum will see to it. Go back to those friends of yours. They’re your real family. But I’d like it if you kept in touch. You decide mate.”

Dudley grinned oddly and then left the kitchen and went to bed.





George sat idly behind his desk. He had been reading the reports Lee Jordan had placed on his desk and realized the he had mechanically turned the last ten sheet of parchment over without even seeing them. Lee watched him out of the corner of his eye. George had been listless ever since he returned to the premises and their company offices. They had taken over the store nextdoor to their very first store in Diagon Alley to serve as the offices. A door connected them to the store next door.

“Lee, It was Fred and mine’s wish that if anything were to happen to one of us… You be made a full partner.”

Lee nearly hurled himself to his feet at George’s comment.

“No George, its not necessary.” Lee spluttered. “I mean, you shold be asking your brother mate.”

“Ron?” George asked with a light turn to his head. :He’s already an Auror. I mean, the jobs his if he wants it.”[

“Not from what I heard mate.” Lee replied. “Kingsley was holding out but the Minister found out that Ron didn’t report when he was told to and so the Minister withdrew the offer. And besides I work behind the scenes remember? And, with Ron as the newest full partner…”

“He’d have to work the floors.’ Fred began to get excited.

“Run the shops” Lee put in.

“And do the inventories.” George was now setting up and rubbing his chin.

“And do all the paperwork.” Lee added to the list.

“Yeah, and do all the purchasing. That’s an excellent idea Fred…” George suddenly looked stiff as he realized that it wasn’t Fred he had been looking at.

“…Would have thought of it first.” Lee finished judiciously.

“Yeah he would have.”

“Poor Ron, what a dope.” Lee sniggered trying to keep the conversation up beat. “And if I heard correctly…” Lee grinned and rubbed his hands together as if concocting the perfect plan which had George looking at him closely. “… If what I hear is true then your gonna need the time to start planning for not one, but two new nieces and or nephews here in a few more months.”

George sat stunned. He hadn’t known that he had spoken out loud. Where else could Lee have heard that? George wondered but hs mind started leaping way ahead of him with the wiles and the ways of being the perfectly innocent Uncle.

“You know Lee, I knew there was a reason we kept you around.” George smiled conspiratorially. He didn’t feel so lopsided anymore.





Hermione woke in her own bed and turned to look at Ron. She felt lighter today. She couldn’t remember how long they had sat and cried in Molly’s bedroom, nor did she remember when they themselves, went to bed but the weight felt lifted. Ron turned in his sleep and she laid a hand upon his brow. The dreams that had come to her lent a greater understanding to what she had lost and why it had to be. The knowledge of it filled her with a pride but what really lifted her was that the knowledge of being able to visit anytime had been cemented. She had lost nothing; Molly had only grown and moved on. She felt as if she had gotten her letter to Hogwarts again for a second time And, she had twins and both of them would share something very special. Molly would only giggle when Hermione asked what that gift would be. And, Ron was there and understood it all. He had been marked as an Elf Friend. That was Molly’s special gift to her father. He could now share and speak.

She had one more thing to do and so she slipped out from the bed so as not to waken Ron and crept from the room after gathering up her clothes.





Ginny hurriedly dressed if the darkness of her room. She didn’t want to turn any lamps on and then cast the impervious charm of the hinges of her door. It just wouldn’t do to wake any one this early in the morning. Careful to step lightly on the third step from the bottom she stole through the kitchen and let herself outside. The only noise she made was the tiny pop that was left behind as she apparated.

The sky was a dreary sort of grey overcast as another pop sounded in the morning’s air where Ginny had just disapparated. She looked about her noting the rather old looking play ground. She had never seen it before and yet it was familiar to her. She had heard it described often enough. Just a few blocks down that way, a left, and then a few more blocks and then a right. She didn’t need the directions that had been told her. A keen sense that she seemed to always have possessed pointed her into the right direction.

She walked slowly and purposefully into the early morning. Her hair was held loosely behind her head so as not to block her face. She had on her traveling cloak and a few items that she had packed, Her wand was where she could reach it quickly. She had reached the lane, surprised that her feet had carried her so far in such a short time and even more surprised to find out that she had been walking nearly twenty minutes. Her mind was full of things to say and her temper was nearly there.

She stopped in front of a two story house on a quite lane. The folks that lived on this road liked it that way. Quite. She stood there looking at the door and drew a deep breath and then looked at the address once again to make sure that she was where she needed to be. Satisfied she let her breath out slowly and then approached the door and knocked on Number Four Privet Drive. She braced herself for one of those terrible Muggles to answer her knock when the door opened rather slowly.

Harry was nearly knocked off his feet as she threw herself into his arms and held him so tightly that his ribs began to creak. Finally she withdrew and still hold him by his shoulders spoke slowly and plainly. “Harry…. It’s time to come home.”

Harry tried to respond, to say something but then Ginny’s loving face turned. It turned into something hideous something that made him try to step backwards and then the torrent unleashed itself.

“What do you mean by just leaving me? We’re together you and I, We’re a family and if you hadn’t noticed…”

A voice in the back of his mind came unbidden. He knew that voice as it spoke and it wasn’t his. “You’re letting her get her steam up mate. You’ve got to head her off early.” Harry reached out and pulled her to him and kissed her. Her muffled protests died slowly and her attempts to push him away turned into holding onto him as her knee’s began to shake. “when their lips parted Harry had been left breathless and Ginny knowing that she had just been thoroughly kissed.


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PostSubject: Re: Harry Potter and the Hunt   Sun 22 Mar 2009, 11:34 pm

The Hunt

Epilogue




I am home.” Harry thought to himself as he stood looking over Ginny’s Meadow. Sunlight was just beginning to glint off of the six hoops over the Quidditch Pitch. It had been his habit for seventeen years to get up early before the sun rose and stand on the same spot where he and Ginny had dis-apparated into the center of the trail just at the edge of the Meadow. They arrived just as the sun rose over the sheltering mountain side and glistened off of the lake. They stood arm in arm and watched as the day opened before them and on to their new home. He would stand there first in the darkness and remember them setting at the table in the Dursley home until late in the afternoon, and then Harry agreeing to return home with her. When they stepped into the backyard Ginny stopped Harry before apparating

“Harry, you just hold onto to me and I’ll take us.” Her tone was matter of fact and it suggested no argument either.

He was expecting to see the yard of the Burrow; instead he was where he wanted to be. And then it occurred to him that Ginny had just apparated them not only across an ocean, but nearly to the other side of a continent. Actually, and he smiled to himself when he thought it. That one took me awhile to figure out. Well ok, Hermione pointed out some of the possibilities and they did make sense.

A light lit the corner window of his cabin and he watched from where he stood as a shadowy figure moved about. That would be Ginny getting the coffee ready. He thought to himself. He looked at his cabin with fond eyes. He had built it. Well he and Ginny built it together from the ground up. Stone by stone and log by log. It stood three stories tall and its first floor was built of stone three feet thick and the other two floors were built of pine logs. They had started off with just a stone hut much like Hagrid’s and built as they grew. All nine bedrooms, a large kitchen and a large family room, one bathroom after another until there was at least one empty… Most times. The Quidditch Pitch went in about a year after he and Ginny actually settled down together. The house wasn’t rickety like the Burrow looked. Harry liked that look but Ginny had put her foot down. Each time they added on, something else got enlarged, and what used to be a wall is now an opening into another room, and the outside had to be redone too so as to look like the house was originally built for that many..

Harry held out his hand as Ginny walked up to him and offered him his cup of coffee. And together they faced a new morning while he reminisced.

They had been working for nearly a week gathering stones from the meadow to build their hut and they had been doing all this with their bare hands and no magic. Harry had dumped the last load of stones and slid to the ground. He was tired. His arms hurt with the weeks exertions and his shoulders and back were in a super tight race for second place on his list of aches and pains which was mounting to a rather sizable list. He oafed as Ginny slid to the ground beside him using his stomach to cushion her head as it fell with her body. She had worked side by side with him. Well, almost, just till mid-mornings. After all, she did have other things to do. Harry’s lunch was one of them and making sure that he dumped the stones in the right spots.

“You know…” Ginny trailed off thinking carefully how to say what she needed to say. “We’ll be needing more stones than we think.”

Harry didn’t answer. He rolled his eye’s and pictured himself still toting stones about, two years from now and dieing each night right where he now laid.

“I know we said ‘Just like Hagrid’s Hut,’ but I think I want a bedroom to start off with.” She gazed into the sky noting that even though the Sun was now low in the horizon she could already see stars out and the image in her mind readjusted itself to include a large porch around the house and she and Harry were setting on that porch and watched the stars come out.

“And a porch facing the lake I think. That would be nice for our first house.”

Harry added another line to his list and added another year before he would get any rest let alone a holiday.

He smiled and pulled Ginny closer as he raised his coffee cup to his lips. The Sun’s edge had crested and its rays were already casting their soft glow over the meadow and lighting the morning shy with a purplish orange color. He liked this moment. The main house, a much smaller one near by, one just a bit larger mot much further away. Two other houses stood nearby and closer to the wood line and one lone and rather large single hut stood on the far side of the lake. He and Ginny had built on over the years and the mornings perfect light just touched on each of the additions to Ginny’s Meadow. Harry’s smile broadened on his face and then took another sip from his coffee and allowed himself to slip back into his memories once more.

“I know we said no magic.” Ginny continued as he lay there listening while she laid with her head on his stomach. “If we used just a bit of magic… We could finish even with the additions just a bit sooner. Don’t you think?” She turned her head so as to see his face.

“Say yes, say Yes!” His muscles screamed throughout his body. “Well…,” Harry began casually as if to mull it over for another moment. “I suppose that if we did it by hand first and then sorta finished it off with magic…,” he lingered on that for a bit as if to allow Ginny the time to absorb what he was saying. “But I have to at least build the doorway first and by hand, and we already have enough stones for that.” He finished not wanting her to think that he was readily agreeing with what he hoped she was saying.

“The door? Don’t be a git Harry, you start with a corner first. Even I know that much.” She said looking up at him.

“If we set the door exactly where we want it just so.” He positioned his hand in the air as if to demonstrate how the door would be. “Facing the lake… and then build on that… the house will always be facing the way we want it to…and…” Harry paused for a moment and watched her to make sure that what he was saying was being met with some approval. “The doorway could act as the cornerstone see?” That should do it. He told himself. He thought that he had made it sound as if he was agreeing with her the whole time about the cornerstone thing. Harry was sure of it.

The crack of a twig brought Harry up to his knees with his wand already at the ready and a hand down by his side protecting Ginny. What met his hand was her shoulder and a quick glance backwards told him that she too had her wand out and his hand on her shoulder kept her from rising any higher.

“Found the place did ya? Movin’ in I see. Got the Missus too?”

Ginny’s cheeks began to burn. She knew that there was something on her list that she had forgotten.

“Do, do I know you?” Harry asked without lowering his wand.

“Met you about a month or so back if I remember rightly.” The Man supplied.

Harry’s mind raced. He vaguely remembered running into an older gentleman just before he found this meadow. The man had told him about fishing.

“You told me about a great place for fishing.” Harry offered.

“Yep that was me.” The man answered stepping forward now with his hand extended.

Harry lowered his wand and took the man’s hand into his and shook it.

“Name’s Jess. Jess Stormcloud.” Jess introduced himself to Harry and Ginny. “And you can put yer wands away. I won’t hurt ya. Just here to welcome you and see if there’s anything I can do ter help ya too.”[

“Your, your a wizard then?’ Harry asked cautiously noting that Jess had known about wands.

Jess nodded still holing onto Harry’s hand.

“I-I’m sorry.” Harry had just remembered that he had not introduced himself nor Ginny. I’m Harry. Harry Potter and this is Ginny Weasley.” He felt safe to mention his name and Ginny’s It was the first time since realizing how he felt about her that he did feel safe doing that.

Jess supplied the feast for that evening’s meal and stayed late into the night as they sat around the fire and talked. Harry had learned that Jess not only lived just a bit further down the mountain, he was also the Chief Warlock of the Western States Wizengamut, and Head Master of the Colorado School of Witchcraft and Wizardry best known as simply…Western.

Harry chuckled to himself and Ginny looked up at him just as he nodded to something and Harry was grinning. He did that. He did that a lot she realized. He would just sort of laugh or chuckle to himself and then grin and nod.

Harry had just remembered the look of horror on Ginny’s face when one night while Jess was visiting. He always brought dinner with him when he came to visit. He began to steadily remind them that he was the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamut and then look at their tent and frown. Harry just wasn’t getting the hint and after a while Ginny did. After announcing if they knew that he was the Chief Warlock and looking very directly at their small tent with a huge frown on his face that exclaimed his disapproval of their living conditions being that they weren’t married.

“Oh, ohh!” Ginny’s face burned with embarrassment as she suddenly knew what Jess had been hinting at all night long. “We…we don’t. I mean he has his room and I have mine... We’re not even married yet!” She was thankful the light of the fire hid her blushes and by Harry’s reaction she could tell that he finally caught on. Harry was slow like that sometimes. A bit thick you might say. Just like Ron actually.

“Well you know…”Jess said brightly. “As I am a member of the court, you know. A judge if you wish, or, Chief Warlock you know, the head Judge…” He added as he sat up straighter. “I could do the honors right here.”

“The minute we finish the house!” Ginny beamed at him.

“Two rooms you said?” Jess asked frowning once again at the tiny tent.

“With a kitchen, bathroom, and a family room too.” Ginny answered back grinning broadly if not just a bit smugly too.

Harry took another sip from his coffee mug as he watched the shadows covering Ginny’s Meadow slowly retreat with the climbing of the morning’s sun.

The crack of a twig behind him caused him to whirl about with his wand coming up from his rear pocket and then omphed loudly as a fist smashed into his stomach.

“Well I feel much better now.” Ron stood there grinning at him. “What do you mean just leaving like that again mate?”

Harry’s own face broke into a wide grin as the two of them hugged each other tightly. It was a manly type hug or so the both of them would tell themselves.

“How, how did you find us so quick?’ Harry asked still staring at Ron as his best friend ever bent and hefted a rather large stone onto the cart.

“Hermione.” Ron answered hefting another stone.

“Hermione?” Harry queried as he added still another stone to the already burdened cart.

“Yep.” Ron answered adding another stone. “So how many more of these do we have to get?” Ron asked whirling his wand with and arched eyebrow that hinted his desire to use magic.

Harry only pointed his wand at the cart and jabbed. The cart began to roll slowly on its own back towards the nearly completed home that he and Ginny had been working on for the last six months together with the help of their newly found friend Jess Stormcloud. Their own house had already been built and they were now working on Mrs. Weasley’s small home which would stand just a few yards to the side and just behind the main house which had gradually grown even larger than the original plans. Ginny was very good at making the necessary changes just after completion of the last set of changes, which were again made after the last set of changes. Harry only groaned and Jess just smiled.

As the two of them walked together behind the cart Ron explained that the morning that Ginny had disappeared Hermione meant to meet with her. It had come to Hermione in her sleep where Harry had disappeared to. Hermione was just the fraction of a second to late in arriving at the Burrow and was able to watch Ginny disapparate. Hermione had guessed where Ginny was going and so followed her to Privet Drive and watched as Harry and Ginny left together and then simply figured the rest of it out on her own. Rom explained that when she returned to their home he wanted to come after them but Hermione refused saying to just let them be and absolutely forbade him to tell his own mother let alone anybody else… Or else. Ron was very afraid of what “Or else.” Meant so he kept his mouth shut until just this very morning when he finally convinced Hermione to just let him pop in to see them to make sure they were alright. Hermione thought that it was just about the right time to do so herself.


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PostSubject: Re: Harry Potter and the Hunt   Sun 22 Mar 2009, 11:34 pm

The Hunt

Epilogue continued




As Harry and Ron finally walked up to the covered porch which surrounded the cabin if it could be called a cabin now as it was quite large now, Ron nearly fainted. Ginny was sitting quite calmly in the rocking chair that Harry had made for her and was slowly rocking while chatting with Hermione. Ginny was slowly rubbing the very large and very swollen stomach in much the very same way Hermione was doing to her slightly larger and very much more swollen stomach. Ron’s eye’s went instinctively to Ginny’s left hand and then to Harry’s as he was already smiling and holding up his hand to flourish his wedding ring.

“Yep, your gong to be an Uncle here in a few months.” Harry said and his smile broadened even wider if it was even possible to get any wider that it already was.

Harry nearly choked on his coffee as he tried hard not to chuckle at the memory which came to him just as he took another sip from his cup. He glanced at Ginny, God she’s beautiful. He thought to himself.

Ron and Hermione stayed at the meadow with Ron helping Harry finish his mothers house but they had help too. Not long after Ron and Hermione arrived Bill and Fleur showed up too, with a new baby of their own in hands. While the women sat and chatted the men finished the newest cabin together George appeared one morning with Alicia Spinnet-Weasley in arm. Remus, Tonks, and little Teddy showed up together just as the walls of the fourth home were going up.

The nights in the meadow were happy one’s as finally everyone was here. Baby’s cries filled the nights warm breeze when Ron’s twins were born right in their own home, their second home in the meadow. Then one night Ginny tapped Harry’s arm and told him it was time.

Bill took a port key to the Burrow and returned on the instant with his mother. She had not seen any of them since the kids slowly disappeared one at a time. She wasn’t worried though. She had an informant within the group of these terrible kids of hers and their fellow conspirators of the Lupin clan. James Sirus Potter was born that night and his Frandmother helped deliver him.

Harry blinked and rubbed away the tear that slowly slid down his face at that memory. He often felt weepy when he recounted each and every berth of their now seven children/ He looked down into Ginny’s face as she was looking up at him. She too must have been remembering much the same as he as her own eye’s glistened with wetness.

“Here they come.” Ginny said softly as she pointed to the bluish flash of light that lit a portion of what was left of the early morning shadows. Ron and Hermione stepped into the morning light followed by the twins and their eleven year daughter Molly. They looked about and then proceeded to their own cabin after noticing the light was on in their Mother’s small but cozy cabin. Molly would be starting Hogwarts this year.

George and Alicia arrived just moments later. Alicia was carrying their newest child, just two months old. Neither Harry nor Ginny had seen Jenna yet, but Matrim who had to pick himself up off the ground from where he had landed spent as much time here as was possible. He would be starting his fourth year and they agreed to let him attend Western this year as an exchange student. After all, his cousin Jess would be attending Western too. The two of them would both be in their fourth year

Harry blinked as he looked at the Sun’s position. Another few more moments and Ginny’s meadow would be in the full sun light. Another port key drew his eye’s back down as he watched Percy and Penelope leading their children away from an old tire. And Harry nodded. This was going to be the best year yet. The summer just started and his youngest, Rose, would be off to Hogwarts for her very first year and she had told them that she was going to tell the Sorting Hat that she wanted to be in Slytherin because if that dungeon was as dark and dreary as her daddy said it was, then it needed a Rose to brighten it up.

Yep, he sighed. James was in Gryffindor while Albus chose Ravenclaw. Lily wanted Hufflepuff, while Fred said it didn’t matter to him. He was in Gryffindor and very happy about it too and Harry suspected that he might even been just a bit relieved as well. Iris followed Albus into Ravenclaw and Dudley followed Lily into Hufflepuff and Jess, when he went to Hogwarts he stayed in Gryffindor tower though he considered himself to be a little of all the houses.

Harry leaned down and kissed Ginny gently on the lips and then pulled her into a deep embrace and whispered into her ear “We did good didn’t we?”

Lily looked at James as they imitated their son’s actions and she whispered in his ear, “We did good didn’t we?” James’ reply to her was a simple “It was well worth it.”

Molly watched from her tiny window as Harry and Ginny walked arm in arm back down the path that skirted the lake and onto the Quidditch pitch. She looked upwards and whispered from her heart. “Arthur you would be so proud of them. All of them.”

As Harry and Ginny took their stroll and surveyed their family, their entire family, they watched as smoke began to stream from each of the cabins fireplaces. Harry knew in his heart that he had indeed found a home and would do it all over again, and again, and again. This was his family and it had been from the moment he said, “Excuse me but how do you get to Platform nine and three quarters?”

“Ginny?” Harry smiled crookedly at her and then glanced at a hidden copse of woods near by.

“No, we’ve already got a full Quidditch team.”

The Potters remained unbeaten in more ways than one as the Stag and the Doe who watched over the meadow and all within faithfully, turned and walked into the woods side by side and disappeared.


Harry had just remembered the look of horror on Ginny’s face when one night while Jess was visiting. He always brought dinner with him when he came to visit. He began to steadily remind them that he was the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamut and then look at their tent and frown. Harry just wasn’t getting the hint and after a while Ginny did. After announcing if they knew that he was the Chief Warlock and looking very directly at their small tent with a huge frown on his face that exclaimed his disapproval of their living conditions being that they weren’t married.

“Oh, ohh!” Ginny’s face burned with embarrassment as she suddenly knew what Jess had been hinting at all night long. “We…we don’t. I mean he has his room and I have mine... We’re not even married yet!” She was thankful the light of the fire hid her blushes and by Harry’s reaction she could tell that he finally caught on. Harry was slow like that sometimes. A bit thick you might say. Just like Ron actually.

“Well you know…”Jess said brightly. “As I am a member of the court, you know. A judge if you wish, or, Chief Warlock you know, the head Judge…” He added as he sat up straighter. “I could do the honors right here.”

“The minute we finish the house!” Ginny beamed at him.

“Two rooms you said?” Jess asked frowning once again at the tiny tent.

“With a kitchen, bathroom, and a family room too.” Ginny answered back grinning broadly if not just a bit smugly too.

Harry took another sip from his coffee mug as he watched the shadows covering Ginny’s Meadow slowly retreat with the climbing of the morning’s sun.

The crack of a twig behind him caused him to whirl about with his wand coming up from his rear pocket and then omphed loudly as a fist smashed into his stomach.

“Well I feel much better now.” Ron stood there grinning at him. “What do you mean just leaving like that again mate?”

Harry’s own face broke into a wide grin as the two of them hugged each other tightly. It was a manly type hug or so the both of them would tell themselves.

“How, how did you find us so quick?’ Harry asked still staring at Ron as his best friend ever bent and hefted a rather large stone onto the cart.

“Hermione.” Ron answered hefting another stone.

“Hermione?” Harry queried as he added still another stone to the already burdened cart.

“Yep.” Ron answered adding another stone. “So how many more of these do we have to get?” Ron asked whirling his wand with and arched eyebrow that hinted his desire to use magic.

Harry only pointed his wand at the cart and jabbed. The cart began to roll slowly on its own back towards the nearly completed home that he and Ginny had been working on for the last six months together with the help of their newly found friend Jess Stormcloud. Their own house had already been built and they were now working on Mrs. Weasley’s small home which would stand just a few yards to the side and just behind the main house which had gradually grown even larger than the original plans. Ginny was very good at making the necessary changes just after completion of the last set of changes, which were again made after the last set of changes. Harry only groaned and Jess just smiled.

As the two of them walked together behind the cart Ron explained that the morning that Ginny had disappeared Hermione meant to meet with her. It had come to Hermione in her sleep where Harry had disappeared to. Hermione was just the fraction of a second to late in arriving at the Burrow and was able to watch Ginny disapparate. Hermione had guessed where Ginny was going and so followed her to Privet Drive and watched as Harry and Ginny left together and then simply figured the rest of it out on her own. Rom explained that when she returned to their home he wanted to come after them but Hermione refused saying to just let them be and absolutely forbade him to tell his own mother let alone anybody else… Or else. Ron was very afraid of what “Or else.” Meant so he kept his mouth shut until just this very morning when he finally convinced Hermione to just let him pop in to see them to make sure they were alright. Hermione thought that it was just about the right time to do so herself.

As Harry and Ron finally walked up to the covered porch which surrounded the cabin if it could be called a cabin now as it was quite large now, Ron nearly fainted. Ginny was sitting quite calmly in the rocking chair that Harry had made for her and was slowly rocking while chatting with Hermione. Ginny was slowly rubbing the very large and very swollen stomach in much the very same way Hermione was doing to her slightly larger and very much more swollen stomach. Ron’s eye’s went instinctively to Ginny’s left hand and then to Harry’s as he was already smiling and holding up his hand to flourish his wedding ring.

“Yep, your gong to be an Uncle here in a few months.” Harry said and his smile broadened even wider if it was even possible to get any wider that it already was.

Harry nearly choked on his coffee as he tried hard not to chuckle at the memory which came to him just as he took another sip from his cup. He glanced at Ginny, God she’s beautiful. He thought to himself.

Ron and Hermione stayed at the meadow with Ron helping Harry finish his mothers house but they had help too. Not long after Ron and Hermione arrived Bill and Fleur showed up too, with a new baby of their own in hands. While the women sat and chatted the men finished the newest cabin together George appeared one morning with Alicia Spinnet-Weasley in arm. Remus, Tonks, and little Teddy showed up together just as the walls of the fourth home were going up.

The nights in the meadow were happy one’s as finally everyone was here. Baby’s cries filled the nights warm breeze when Ron’s twins were born right in their own home, their second home in the meadow. Then one night Ginny tapped Harry’s arm and told him it was time.

Bill took a port key to the Burrow and returned on the instant with his mother. She had not seen any of them since the kids slowly disappeared one at a time. She wasn’t worried though. She had an informant within the group of these terrible kids of hers and their fellow conspirators of the Lupin clan. James Sirus Potter was born that night and his Frandmother helped deliver him.

Harry blinked and rubbed away the tear that slowly slid down his face at that memory. He often felt weepy when he recounted each and every berth of their now seven children/ He looked down into Ginny’s face as she was looking up at him. She too must have been remembering much the same as he as her own eye’s glistened with wetness.

“Here they come.” Ginny said softly as she pointed to the bluish flash of light that lit a portion of what was left of the early morning shadows. Ron and Hermione stepped into the morning light followed by the twins and their eleven year daughter Molly. They looked about and then proceeded to their own cabin after noticing the light was on in their Mother’s small but cozy cabin. Molly would be starting Hogwarts this year.

George and Alicia arrived just moments later. Alicia was carrying their newest child, just two months old. Neither Harry nor Ginny had seen Jenna yet, but Matrim who had to pick himself up off the ground from where he had landed spent as much time here as was possible. He would be starting his fourth year and they agreed to let him attend Western this year as an exchange student. After all, his cousin Jess would be attending Western too. The two of them would both be in their fourth year

Harry blinked as he looked at the Sun’s position. Another few more moments and Ginny’s meadow would be in the full sun light. Another port key drew his eye’s back down as he watched Percy and Penelope leading their children away from an old tire. And Harry nodded. This was going to be the best year yet. The summer just started and his youngest, Rose, would be off to Hogwarts for her very first year and she had told them that she was going to tell the Sorting Hat that she wanted to be in Slytherin because if that dungeon was as dark and dreary as her daddy said it was, then it needed a Rose to brighten it up.

Yep, he sighed. James was in Gryffindor while Albus chose Ravenclaw. Lily wanted Hufflepuff, while Fred said it didn’t matter to him. He was in Gryffindor and very happy about it too and Harry suspected that he might even been just a bit relieved as well. Iris followed Albus into Ravenclaw and Dudley followed Lily into Hufflepuff and Jess, when he went to Hogwarts he stayed in Gryffindor tower though he considered himself to be a little of all the houses.

Harry leaned down and kissed Ginny gently on the lips and then pulled her into a deep embrace and whispered into her ear “We did good didn’t we?”

Lily looked at James as they imitated their son’s actions and she whispered in his ear, “We did good didn’t we?” James’ reply to her was a simple “It was well worth it.”

Molly watched from her tiny window as Harry and Ginny walked arm in arm back down the path that skirted the lake and onto the Quidditch pitch. She looked upwards and whispered from her heart. “Arthur you would be so proud of them. All of them.”

As Harry and Ginny took their stroll and surveyed their family, their entire family, they watched as smoke began to stream from each of the cabins fireplaces. Harry knew in his heart that he had indeed found a home and would do it all over again, and again, and again. This was his family and it had been from the moment he said, “Excuse me but how do you get to Platform nine and three quarters?”

“Ginny?” Harry smiled crookedly at her and then glanced at a hidden copse of woods near by.

“No, we’ve already got a full Quidditch team.”

The Potters remained unbeaten in more ways than one as the Stag and the Doe who watched over the meadow and all within faithfully, turned and walked into the woods side by side and disappeared.


This ends Harry Potter and The Hunt

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PostSubject: Re: Harry Potter and the Hunt   Mon 23 Mar 2009, 10:19 pm

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