Chapter 31 Elementary, My Dear Potter He arrived to Ottery St. Catchpole via the Floo Network in relatively short order.

. Pulling out his Firebolt, he vaulted into the air, swooping north towards the Lovegood home. After a few miles, he spotted a rocky black cylinder sited on top of a hill, denoting the Lovegood home. Descending rapidly, Harry alit near the front door of the edifice. The place was quiet, surreal, not a sound permeating the area. Harry instinctively pulled his wand, searching for signs of life. Hello? Is anyone here? Harry searched around for signs of anything; violence, peace, any disturbance of the eerie scene. He reached up and knocked on the door. Hello! His voice seemed to carry, and still no response. Suddenly, he heard a noise coming from the shed of an outer building. The building was made of wood, open like a barn or safe area for other livestock. It was a rhythmic tapping sound, soft but mechanical in nature. He walked slowly towards the source of the sound. As he approached the barn, he continued surveying his surroundings. No sound, no movement, nothing. Harry slowly entered the open double door of the barn. The interior was open, stalls lined each side of the long edifice. A loft covered in straw and alfalfa was built into a second story above. The sound got louder, it was closer. Harry thought he heard a metallic quality to the sound. Clack, clack, clack The sound appeared to be coming from the stall at the far end of the building. He prowled towards that sound, his wand raised, ready to strike. Clack, clack, clack He approached the stall, peering in, seeing hay strewn about in a haphazard pattern. At first glance, the stall seemed empty, the sound still resonating. Harry inspected the corner of the space, spying some sort of block and tackle rig hanging on the wall. The metal casings on the hardware were tapping against rail of the stable wall, the wind keeping its rhythm consistent. Harry felt the tension ebb from his shoulders and neck. He smiled in relief and selfadmonishment. Hed been a little jumpy and he needed to get a hold of himself. Hello, Harry! So nice to see you! Harry whirled around, his wand hand raising up to face the voice. Before he spat out a defensive spell, he recognized the slight form of Luna Lovegood, her whimsical smile radiating in puzzlement and friendship. Luna! Youre alright! Harrys relief manifested itself visibly. Of course I am, silly, why wouldnt I be? Luna led Harry back towards h er house. Her feet were bare, as usual and she had a flower lei hanging from her neck. Harrys heartbeat had slowed to a reasonable rate. Delores Umbridge escaped from Azkeban, and there have been attacks on Dumbledores Army. We sent someone to wat ch over you, but we havent heard from them. Well, its been quite peaceful here, Ive not seen anyone, and my dad is on safari, looking to replace the Crumple-Horned Snorkack Horn that the Deatheaters destroyed when they damaged our house. Harry gave a silent snicker, remembering the Erumpent Horn which exploded when Xenophilius Lovegood cast an errant stunning spell. Harry, more than any of Lunas other friends, really never thought that the tow-headed woman with him was crazy or touched. He was

always struck by how incisive she could be and how, when everyone doubted him, she never did, not once. Thats odd, I wonder where your guardian go to? Harrys eye caught some movement in the distance. A flurry of wings and feathers seemed to erupt from a small grove of trees on a hill past the barn as a number of black birds burst into the air. The flock seemed to circle a spot in the copse of trees. Those birds seem to be dancing, dont they? Theyve been attached to that one spot, all day. Lunas words were matter-of-fact. Harry felt the grip of dread come over his chest. He started walking to the spot, Luna trailing behind him. Harry broke into a run, his heart racing. When he got to the tree line, he spotted tuft of dark fabric on the ground. Stay here, Luna, dont move! Harry moved towards the spot, his eyes scanning the ground. A body, clothed in dark robes lay sprawled on the ground. The only evidence that it had been a man, was the general outline of the figure. It had been ravaged, the clothing tearing with the flesh underneath, its face unrecognizable. A glimmer of metal flashed in the sun. Harry reached down and picked up an Aurors medallion, apparently rent from the robes during the struggle. The name Masterson was inscribed underneath the blood crusting on the badge. Harry had found Lunas guardian. They appeared at St. Mungos, Ginnys relief at his safety readily apparent. They shared an embrace and then Harry inquired as to Rons status. Ginny filled him in, Rons fine, he had some cuts and broken bones, but theyre healing nicely. Cavendish was touch and go, but shell pull through. Harry, there have been eight attacks and six Aurors have been seriously wounded, but none of our friends have been hurt and thankfully, no one killed. Harry eyes immediately betrayed how wrong she was. At least one has been killed. I found Mastersons body near Lunas house. Ginny looked over at Luna, checking her for injury or trauma, and then raised a questioning eye towards her husband. She didnt see a thing. She was fine when I arrived. Ginny, can you keep Luna with you? Ive got to go and talk to Dawlish. Something doesnt feel right about this. Youd better check in on Ron, first. Harry smacked his f orehead with his hand, and walked into the ambulatory ward. Ron lie on his bed, a pile of pillows supporting his back, so that, he could sit upright. Hermione was sitting on the bed with him , relief emanating from her tear streaked eyes. Oy, Harry! Luna is okay, then? Shes fine, Ron. Harry decided not to tell his friend about the murder, especially in front of Hermione who just now returning to a semblance of her former self. Hermione smiled at the news. Its fortunate that the Aurors were w atching for us. Can you imagine what could have happened? Fortunate, yes. Harry left it at that. Bidding his friends goodbye, he walked back to Ginny. Stay close to Sarah, Luna can stay with us. I have to go into the Office. She pulled his arm, arresting his movement out. Drawing him near, she gave him a kiss on the lips. He immediately calmed, his breathing controlled. She knew exactly has to steady him, how had he ever survived without her? He gave her a quick smile and made for the Ministry.

The Aurors leaders were assembled in Gawain Robards office when Harry arrived. They were engaged in a heated debate on next steps. Harry threw the Mastersons blood -stained medallion on the middle of the table they were seated around. The effect chilled all debate while all eyes drew towards Harry. Hes dead. Looks like he ran into a pack of the creatures and they savaged him. A somber gloom fell over the room. Luna is fine, but she didnt see anything. One dead and six wounded, weve taken some serious losses. Fortunately, weve been able to keep Umbridges minions from hurting their targets. Dawlish turned towards Robards. Well have to get these wizards somewhere that we can better protect them. Hogwarts, maybe? Too open, too isolated. Lachlans voice drew nods from the collective group. Where then? Dawlish scanned the room, eyes drawn to a figure in the corner, dressed rather anachronistically and puffing on an absurdly large pipe. Miles, what do you think? Miles Jackson-Smythe had been lost in thought. His attention returned on hearing his name. Yes, it would be sensible to gather the alumni of Dumbledores Army, all things being equal He hesitated, his brain working at full speed. But? Dawlish knew something was troubling the master wizard. Miles looked up, We have to review the facts. Something doesnt fit. Harry looked at the elder wizard, realizing his gut was telling him the same thing. What is it then? What are we missing? Harrys question mirrored the thoughts of his colleagues. Its elementary, my dear Potter. Your experience at the Lovegoods provides a new set of facts, confirming a different hypothesis. Miles stared over the room until settling on Harry as the object of his lesson. They began a byplay, as if each were working the same problem, figuring out its nuances. Miles started, It would make sense to bring the members of the D.A. in one place If they were the targets But Ms. Lovegood was not attacked while her escort was and the sum total of our casualties have been to Aurors, ergo? Miles looked carefully at Harry, much like the expression Dumbledore would have when walking Harry through a lesson. The members of Dumbledores Army werent the intended victims, the Aurors were. Precisely, Mr. Potter. Something else to consider. Delores Umbridge has never had the capabilities these spells indicate, and her willingness to ignore Luna, who played a prominent role in the insurrection at Hogwarts, indicates what? Harry pondered the question. It indicates that she is getting help from somewhere, her unlikely escape from Azkeban demonstrates that as do these more formidable powers. Someone unknown, someone powerful. Well done, Harry! Miles beamed with pride. Dawlish turned to look at Miles, So what should we do now?

Miles tone turned serious, casting aside his Holmes persona for the moment, Wed better find out who is behind this quickly. I fear that this will get bloody. This situation will worsen before it gets better. The men in the room grew silent. Each assessing the information, each having their own fears, each feeling a conflict between their rage with their sense of duty. Harry drew a deep breath, Well then, were just going to have to find out whos behind this. Dawlish raised an eyebrow, And then what? We defeat them, what other choice do we have?. Harrys face tightened in a mask of resolve. Chapter 32 De inimico non loquaris male, sed cogites. Do not wish ill for your enemy, plan it.

Delores Umbridge sat at the desk and rest her cup of tea on its matching saucer. Her bright pink cardigan shone brightly in stark contrast to her surroundings. As an escaped felon, her choices of abode were limited and this abandoned shanty on the outskirts of London served her purposes nicely. Besides, she thought, after her accommodations at Azkeban, her present circumstances were quite opulent. Umbridge was happy, her first day of her task to hurt the Aurors could not have gone smoother. How fortunate that the powers that be, had interpreted her objective to revenge herself on those insolent brats from Hogwarts. In doing so, the Ministry had practically spoon fed her easy targets of opportunity. By assigning Aurors individually or in pairs to Dumbledores idiots, shed been offered the chance to pick off the Auror ranks, one by one. That fool in Ottery St. Catchpole had no chance alone, when she sent four pseudo-manticores after him. She simply adored kittens so she was more than amused by the fact that she could change their cute exteriors into instruments of destruction on her path to power. Power. That was her ultimate goal. Whatever ill will she harbored for the children who led the insurrection against her management at Hogwarts was secondary to the accumulation of power. Whats more, she could hurt a good many of them by using their own fears for their safety to accomplish her objective. Plus, she reasoned, there was an added bonus. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were both Aurors, thus were fair game. She allowed herself a brief titter at the thought. She could only imagine the horror and the pain she would inflict on those mudblood loving brats when she killed the great Harry Potter and his worthless sidekick. One must always take pride in ones work; that was her motto. Her mysterious backer had also occupied a good deal of Umbridges mind. Who was she? Her words, her situation seemed familiar, but Umbridge was never a good student and she really couldnt place the woman in any context. The woman was powerful; the little book in Umbridges pocket was a testament to that. But her power was limited, her reach could not extend past her island fortress, else why would she need Umbridges assistance? That was her weakness, Delores thought, and that is a weakness that can be exploited when the time came. Her eyes drifted to a scrap of parchment lying on her desk. Shed come upon it during her last scouting sojourn into Diagon Alley. Her mouth crinkled in a smile, or so it could be technically called. She placed a white-glove encased hand on the paper, stroking the letters on the headline, almost caressing it. Its announcement making for another opportunity, one to deal a blow with true meaning for her. Just this once, she may even make it a point to kill everyone involved.

COME ONE, COME ALL!!! THE GRAND OPENING OF WEASLEYS WHEEZES IN HOGSMEADE! CUNNING OBJECTS OF ENTERTAINMENT! JOKES, SPELLS AND GAGS, GALORE! FREE SELF-INKING QUILLS TO THE FIRST TEN CUSTOMERS! THIS SATURDAY, 10 AM. GEORGE WEASLEY AND LEE JORDAN, PROPRIETORS George Weasley, hed been the instigator of the rebellion at her school. His twin brother and he had humiliated her, made her look foolish and weak. The twin Weasleys were both cowardly and not very impressive wizards, especially having to resort to tricks and chicanery. That fact was made abundantly clear by Freds death at the hands of real wizardry. Here was a real opportunity. Hogsmeade was remote and isolated. At most, she could count on four or maybe six Aurors protecting the grand opening of this shop. The rest would be spread thin, watching over the other twenty or so cowards across Britain. Umbridge allowed herself a toothy smile, which accentuated her toad-like appearance. She looked across to two kittens lapping saucers of milk near the door, perhaps she could spare a chimaera or two to deal with George Weasley as well. After all, all work and no play makes for a very disorderly day, and how she hated disorder. She broke the silence in the room, So much to do, so much to do. We have an appointment, you and I, Mr. George Weasley. She picked up the two kittens, tut-tutting to them and smiling, Would you like to meet George Weasley? George Weasley! Ginnys voice rang up and down the aisles of Weasleys Wheezes, echoing to the farthest reaches of the store and assaulting Georges ears. He was sitting at a table in the back stock room. Lee, Harry and Ron were seated with him while his and Lees Auror guardians, Dawes and Milton, were curiously taking in the inventory stored there. George turned to see the deliberate and fast-paced march Ginny was taking, with Hermione following behind her. Ginny looked decidedly furious and George saw an incriminating flyer clutched tightly in her hand. George Weasley, you can be such an ass! Her voice was forceful and somewhat shrill, her indignation dripping from her shout. Such language, this is a family establishment. George rose to face his younger sister, hands raised in a What have I done? manner, and as far as being an ass, could you be a little more specific? This drew snickers from the men around the table that were immediately stifled by looks both Hermione and Ginny gave them. Hermione plucked the crumpled flyer from Ginnys hand and raised it in front of Georges face. What is the meaning of this? Youre opening another shop, in Hogsmeade, now? George took the flyer, pretending to read it. Yes, you both know thats been the plan as far back as He hesitated, but they knew he meant to say, As far back as when Fred was alive. George looked the women in the eye, Look, we got a great deal on Zonkos shop, so we jumped at it. Hermione took the lead, Ginny too enraged to talk at the time. George, its not just about the shop, do you realize the danger that Umbridge presents? Youre just asking to be attacked. George stole a glance at Lee, and then straightened his shoulders. Why did we fight? Why did we sacrifice so much? He looked at Hermione and then stared straight at Ginny. Why did Fred

die? So we could be free to make our choices. Isnt that what youre always harping on Gin? What is it now, youre free to make choices but no one else is? Ginnys face burned with shame and anger; shame in his rebuke, and anger that her own argument was being turned against her. The building crescendo was like a volcano waiting to erupt. Hermione spoke up to prevent the eruption, for now. George, it isnt just you and Lee. What about your protectors? She pointed to Dawes and Milton, who had been trying, unsuccessfully, to blend in with the walls. The Aurors have sacrificed a great deal to protect us from Umbridge, and now youll expose them to additional risk. Ahem, Dawes strode forward, his light blue eyes dancing with not a little amusement, Frankly miss, were exposed wherever we go. Its really no trouble, Milton and I are volunteering. His comment froze Hermione, leaving her no argument, save one and that one was the eruption point for Ginny. Mount Vesuvius had reached critical mass. What about Ron and Harry? She looked down at the table at her husband and her brother, Do you think that they wouldnt go too? Umbridge has a special hate for the both of them. Arent you putting them in danger? How dare you, George! Just for some stupid joke shop! Youre going to make me a widow to sell more of your trinkets! It was out, the real worry behind Ginnys rage. The silence in the room was deafening. The shock of the verbal assault caused George to slowly sink back to his seat and lower his head. Ginnys eyes roved over all of them, daring them to contradict her, daring them to excuse the foolish task theyd planned. After a moment of her harsh gaze, Harry found his voice. Ginny, could I speak to you in private? Please? He stood and held his hand out to her, begging for her indulgence. She hesitated, not sure where he would take the argument, but reached her hand to his nonetheless. He led her out a back door, to a relatively isolated part of Diagon Alley. He turned to face her, You were a little unreasonable and harsh, dont you think? Dont, Harry. After what weve been through the past few months, with you at deaths door, dont lecture me on worrying about your safety. Dont. She wasnt going to be deterred. Her fears were heightened because shed reached a pinnacle of happiness shed never thought she could experience. Before, she was afraid of losing him because of what might be, now she was terrified, because now, she knew what she had to lose. His voice lowered, becoming gentle, soothing; he reached a hand to caress her hair, Im not telling you not to worry. Itd be like telling the sun not to rise. I love that you worry, but George is right, we need to be free, Ginny. Free to choose, free to live, even free to sell Nosebleed Nougats. He gave her a smile. She reluctantly returned it. All Im asking, Ginny, is do you trust me? Harrys question was earnest. Her annoyance began to surface, Harry, what kind of silly question is that? What do you mean He cut her off, this time he was terse, forceful. Do you trust me? She read his eyes, her back straightening, her eyes blazing, Of course, I trust you. He smiled and hugged her tight. A decision had been made, and the two headed back to the help the others plan the trip to Hogsmeade.

Saturdays in Hogsmeade are especially festive, as the students of Hogswarts find themselves perusing the shops and cafs of the uniquely all-wizarding community. An undercurrent of excitement was especially rampant today, as the flyers announcing the grand opening of the Weasley specialty shop had been delivered throughout the school, due in no small amount to the efforts of one Professor Neville Longbottom. The street was crowded outside the balloon and ribbon festooned shop. Its prior occupants, Zonkos, had been forced to close down during Umbridges stay at Hogwarts. Even though an attempt at reopening had been made, there was really no way to recover from losses, especially given the success that Weasleys Wheezes had been having. Frederick Dawes and Henry Milton walked casually with Lee and George. The two Aurors had been near inseparable since their time at Hogwarts. Theyd met during their first ride on the Hogwarts Express, been inducted into Gryffindor together and joined the Office of Aurors together. Those that did not know them, would swear that they were brothers, twins even. They were almost identical, save for Dawes pale blue eyes and Miltons dark black orbs. Theyd been best men at each others weddings. For almost thirty years, theyd fought, laughed and cried with each other, and were as close to twins as could be. Milton, was the more playful of the two despite his foreboding eyes, was talking earnestly with George, holding a quill that hed been given. So youre saying that all I have to do is think the words, and this will write it down? Thats the idea. Are you sure you dont want to try the self-correcting quill? Milton laughed. No mate, my testing and schooling days are far behind. Trailing the four travelers, Ron and Harry kept a watchful eye on their surroundings. Coming up the main street, the group approached the new Weasleys Wheezes without incident. Harry took a studious sweep of the surrounding area. The buildings surrounding the shop seemed drab, in contrast with the festive adornment of the new business. Gladrags stood silent, even its owners out on their stoop to watch the opening, the wife shooing away strays that were trying to enter the open door. Scrivenshafts Quill Shop was closed up, a sign indicating that the owner was gone until Monday, and its upper story shutters closed tight, no sound coming from them. Only Honeydukes seemed to be having any type of consistent traffic, students stopping in to sample candies that wouldnt explode or itch, and then coming to see the wonders of George and Lees shop. At precisely ten oclock, George stepped up to the raised porch in front of his new shop. He was outfitted in his ridiculous P.T. Barnum outfit, the bowler perched firmly on his head. Step right up, ladies and gentlemen! It is my pleasure and yours too, to open here in Hogsmeade, your very own Weasleys Wheezes! The crowd burst into applause. Now, wholl be the first come up and enter? As if on queue, a roar broke from the rooftop of the opposite building. Three chimaeras were staring down at George and Lee, mouths salivating on their lions heads. The beasts launched themselves at the dais, claws extended. From the street, inhuman shouts emanated from the six manticores that stood line abreast. Their heads were human like, but perched on a lions body, scorpion tales held up in an aggressive posture. Their screams echoed off the close confines of the buildings, and they launched their attack, plunging through the crowd. The people caught in the attack made a mad rush away from the fighting. Harry and Ron drew their wands, ushering the mass of humanity towards safety. Harry heard the loud cracks of

stunning spells, as Dawes and Milton mounted their defense, pulling George and Lee down behind the solid railing of the platform. All around, manticores and chimaera appeared from out of thin air, it seemed, loping down towards the beleaguered defenders. Harry and Ron stood back to back, covering the stage from across the street. Harry lunged backwards, pushing Ron to the side, narrowly evading a striking scorpions tale, the barb passing inches fro m his face. Ron sent a shield charm to ward off the attacker, driving it into one of its cohorts. Harry, we cant hold for much longer! Ron assessment of the tactical situation was accurate. The more of the beasts they dispose of, the more seem to appear. Harrys mind was working in overdrive, considering the possibilities. Suddenly, he knew. Right, Ron Ive got it! Harry beckoned Ron to follow, looking over at Dawes and Milton who were just managing to stave off being overwhelmed. Dawes saw Harrys movement and yelled, Now? Harry didnt halt his stride, Now! Dawes nodded to George, who pulled a small fireworks canister from his jacket pocket. Setting it off, the combustible flew up into the street, and burst into a fiery display, spelling out the word, Now. Seemingly out of nowhere, as Disillusionment Charms and Invisibility Cloaks were discarded, thirty Aurors made their appearance, blasting the attackers from behind, severely blunting the attack. Led by Dawlish and Lachlan, the Aurors formed a protective cordon around the platform, whose railing had been reinforced to provide shelter from the assault. Wands out, the Aurors fought off the continuing attacks with an unassailable wall of spells. Harry made a beeline for the entrance to Gladrags. He remembered the owner having to chase away stray cats that were hovering near the door. Bounding for the rear of the shop, Harry led Ron up the stairs, to the second floor. Moving room to room, Harry reached the doorway to the room overlooking the street. Framed in the window, a slight, prudish woman, dressed in a pink sweater was furiously pouring through a small book, oblivious to their approach. Hem Hem. Harrys mocked Umbridges affectation for a slight cough when she wanted her attention. Umbridge turned rapidly, surprised by the intrusion. Expelliarmus! Rons spell knocked the book from her hand. Accio Book! The little leather-bound journal flew into Harrys hand. Incarcerous! The ethereal bonds flew to surround Umbridge, Rons wand moving to ensure compliance with his spell. Umbridge choked in surprise, a note of sheer terror in her voice, Potter, you have no idea what youve done! Youve killed me! Snarls began to emanate from the base of the stairway behind them. The loud impact of bodies could be heard against the closed shutters of the windows. Harry and Ron moved into the room and slammed the door behind them. They could hear movement on the roof above, with scratches indicating that something was tearing through the thatched roof. All around, theyd become the focus of rage for the remaining beasts without.

Umbridge began to shiver in fear, her voice quaking, her control completely lost. Potter, youve got to save me, youve got to keep them away from me please! Harrys voice was cold, bitter. Why should I? What will you do for me? Umbridges face froze momentarily, the decision weighing in her mind. Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud thump at the door, the unmistakable sound of its wood frame cracking. Harry turned back to Umbridge, Youd better decide soon, time is about up. The door crashed open, the snarls of its batterers filling the room. Chapter 33 Moral Compass The grand opening of Weasleys Wheezes at its Hogmeades location would be remembered for quite some time. Its comparison to other inaugural events would be mundane on the details. There were balloons and streamers and a showman in the guise of George Weasley made for a better than average start. It was the relentless assault by the vicious, dark magic-induced beasts that would set this opening apart from countless others. Sarah Peebles took in the scene from her vantage point in the circle of Aurors that was surrounding the stage in front of Weas leys Wheezes. She and her colleagues had been granted a reprieve from their battle with Umbridges manticores and chimaeras when the savage animals had ceased their attacks and begun to descend on Gladrags. Somewhere in her memory, Sarah seemed to recall that her mentor, Harry Potter had disappeared not too long ago into the depths that that building. While the Aurors collected themselves and policed up the area, she stole away to find entry into the building. Protego! Rons wand flashed, driving the mass of visceral flesh back from the doors opening. Reparo! the assorted pieces of the door and its frame lashed themselves back together, offering a moments respite. Harry nodded to Ron, cognizant of the thrashing and banging across the entire perimeter of the room. He turned to Umbridge, his eyes blazing. What will it be, Delores? Will you give me the information we need, or do we leave you to your fate? Umbridge took in Harrys expression, not sure, really, if he was serious, or if he was bluffing. In her mind, she couldnt take the chance. Shed already escaped from Azkeban once, albeit with assistance, and she could do it again. She couldnt do anything if she was dead. Ill tell you what you want to know, just get me away from here. All you have to do, is transport me out of sight of those things. Umbridges voice grew higher, shriller as the crashing against the doors and windows got louder. Thats not good enough, Umbridge! We already know that you cant be trusted. This is the price for your life. Harry held up a small blue shaded vial for her to see. Delores Umbridge was no fool. Her only real value was the information in her head. Shed thought that she could bargain by holding things out, but by giving Potte r her memories, shed be out of chips to bargain with. A splintering crash at the window revealed a long talon making its way through the wood. It also made her decision much easier. Ill do it. When you get me out of here! Harry laughed, Nice try, do it now! Ron! He tossed the vial over to his friend, whos relieved expression was evident on his face. Umbridge tossed a cruel, heated glance at Harry, and then

closed her eyes. Eventually, a blue, viscous liquid emitted from the corners of her eyes. Ron opened the stopper on the vial and allowed the liquid to fill the glass. When he finished, he put the top on the vial and nodded to Harry. Make sure those memories get to the Ministry! Thats the whole point of this, Ron. Get to the Ministry as fast as you can! Harry looked back towards Umbridge. Ron stared at his friend, What about her? We can make it together! Dont worry about Umbridge, Ill be right behind you, just make sure the memory gets to the Ministry! Ron gave Harry a hard, knowing look. With a quick glance at Umbridge, Ron disappeared from the room. Harry stood in the middle of the room, oblivious to the noise of the creatures outside, staring into space. After a moment, he cast a cold, menacing gaze at Umbridge. What are you waiting for Potter! Get me out of here! Umbridges voice was louder, more desperate. I gave you what you wanted! Harry looked at her, his eyes filled with a steely resolve. Whats the rush? These are your pets after all. Maybe, I should leave you to them. Harry turned his back on her, his mind racing, the rage in his breast making him hesitate. Her voice steadied a triumphant laugh in her tone. Well, well, well, the great Harry Potter is a horrid little man, after all. Apparently we arent so different, after all. She wavered as another talon pierced the ceiling above. We had an agreement, Potter! You werent going to let me die! Maybe you dont deserve to live! Maybe Im doing the world a favor! Youve hurt a lot of people , Umbridge! Youve murdered for the sake of what? Power? Youre a threat to my friends, my family! Ginnys image came to his mind, the image right after her encounter in Diagon Alley, suddenly a place on his hand began to itch, the same place that Umbridge had forced him to write lines those years ago. Youre a threat to me. Maybe its best that you cant hurt anyone else, anymore. He stared her down, and for the first time, Delores Umbridge truly feared for her life. You cant Potter! You cant let me die! Her voice was panicked, faltering; a bout of hysteria was following close behind. Harry took a last look at her and slowly turned his head. His mind began to concentrate on a destination, anywhere, but away from her. Harry. The voice was quiet, soft and warm. It was unexpected, and it wasnt Umbridge. Harry turned and found himself looking at Sarah. Shed found a small spiral ladder that had led up to an adjacent room, too small for the creatures to navigate. Shed come through a c onnecting door and found him about to leave the dreadful Umbridge woman to her fate. He was startled by her, unsure of his actions. Her words hit him to the core. You dont want to do this, Harry. Youll regret it for the rest of your life. Sarah looked at him, ignoring the vigorous nods of agreement from Umbridge or the chaos of the enraged animals crashing through. Sarah! What are doing here, get out of here! Cant you see that she deserves it? Shes evil! Shes murdered people! Shes tried to hurt the people that I love. She tried to hurt Ginny! Shes hurt me! Harry was spent, unsure of what he should do next, his mind swirling with thoughts of the greater good and what was right.

Sarahs voice dropped in volume, You once said that being an Auror was about justice and peace, and that we must never use our position to exercise power over the helpless. Her arm dropped to the bound woman nearby. Harry stood, his eyes never leaving Sarah, shamed by what hed almost done. He stared at his pupil and found she was teaching him a lesson. He nodded his head and walked over to Umbridge. Grasping her and Sarahs arm, he apparated them out of the room, away from Hogsmeade. Outside, Henry Milton was keeping a watch on four would-be chimaeras that had been stunned by multiple spells from the phalanx of Aurors. When Harry moved Umbridge from their proximity, the chimaeras changed their form. In front of Milton, were four kittens, mewling in fear and probably hunger. Blimey. The Um bridge threat was over. Harry and Sarah arrived at the Ministry of Magic with Umbridge in tow. They brought her up to the Office of Aurors and placed her in one of the rooms especially charmed to hold wizards of her ilk. Harry walked with Sarah back to his office, emotionally spent from the encounter. Sarah, he paused, the shame of his actions hitting him, Thanks, I almost did something I would have regret. She smiled at him, placed a small hand on his shoulder. Its what youd done for me. You will not apologize, because you have nothing to apologize for. She was definitely teasing him. How long am I to expect you to keep reciting my own words back to me? He started laughing with her, his mood lightening ever so slightly. For as long as youre my tutor. Im lucky to have you training me, Harry. You looked out for me when no one else would. Youre a good teacher, and Im glad Im your student. Her face was proud, unembarrassed and unashamed. He blushed, Thanks Sarah, I definitely needed that. She looked at him with a little more seriousness. Harry, you still have one more thing to do, dont you? He looked at her, unsure of what she spoke. They still had to figure out who was behind all this and how to stop them. There was probably more than one thing left. She laughed at his confusion, Dont you think you should go and let Ginny know youre okay? Shes liable to tear down the Ministry before long. He laughed out loud, his mood definitely getting better. Well, we cant have public property being destroyed. I want to check on Ron first, and then Ill go save the Ministry from total destruction. He got up and walked out of his office. He moved down the corridor. As he passed the granite memorial wall, he noticed that Mastersons name and image had been added already. He made his way to Lachlans office and knocked. The door opened, and he entered to find Ron waiting. You made it back? Good. Harry skimmed the office and saw the vial sitting on Lachlans des k. Wheres Lachlan? Ron looked at his friend closely, concern covering his face. He hasnt returned yet. Um, Harry, wheres Umbridge? The unspoken question was had Harry left her to die? Harry looked at his friend, and saw the fear in Rons eyes. Shes in a cell, down the hall. A visible sigh of relief overcame Ron. I almost did it, Ron, I almost became just like her. Maybe, I am just like her deep down.

Ron was more shocked at that statement than he was thinking that his friend had killed Umbridge. Dont say that Harry. Youre nothing like her, nothing at all. I felt it, Ron, I felt it in my being to let her die. Harry sat down, his face crestfallen. Ron stood and paced, his mind furiously at work. So, why didnt you do it? No one would have stopped you, why didnt you let her die? Sarah showed up, and well, she said Aurors dont use their powers over the helpless. Rons eyebrow raised a hint. Who taught her that, I suppose? Rons mouth was moving towards a full smile. I did, I guess. Well, now, I guess you were a better teacher than you thought. Rons voice became steady, confident. And maybe, just maybe, despite all that youve been through and all that youve become, the great Harry Potter is not above learning something new, from time to time. Harry laughed at his friends comment. So many times, over the past few months, hed had to lead and to act, but in the greater scheme of things, he was still relatively new to his new role, both as an Auror and as a husband, and he still had a lot to learn about both. A commotion burst out in the hall outside, as the Aurors from Hogsmeade began to file into the Office. Harry peered a head out and motioned for Robards and Dawlish to make their way over. Joined by Lachlan, they crowded into the office with Harry and Ron. Umbridge is locked up down the hall, sir. Harry addressed Robards, but swept his gaze over the others. Well done, Harry, we can start her interrogation straight away. A relieve d Robards made a gesture over to Dawlish. Harry interrupted him, That wont be necessary, sir. That stopped the conversations about interrogation momentarily. You see sir, I got her to give us her memory, especially those subsequent to her escape from Azkeban. How did you manage that, Harry? Robards was obviously impressed and curious. I made it worth her while, sir. Harry gave a sheepish grin. It was more important for her to cooperate with us, than not. Robards let the matter drop, to Harrys relief. Well, lets see it, well use the Pensieve in the meeting room. Harry grabbed the vial from the desk and the group proceeded down to the Auror meeting room. They gathered around the Pensieve located in the corner of the room. It was larger than the one Dumbledore had, the one currently in Harrys office. Harry poured the contents of the vial into the large stone basin, allowing its contents to merge with vapor and mist floating within. As one, the assembled group concentrated on the memories floating in the mist. Selecting one, they found themselves watching the details of Umbridges assisted escape from Azkeban. The flew along with her on the back of the wyvern, noting the fact that these beasts hadnt been seen in centuries. The memory skipped through the flight across the ocean, and followed her to the fog covered island. They looked at each other, curious at the citadel in the mountain and leaned forward at the point the mystery woman made her plea to Delores. No one recognized the beautiful woman who was casually issuing demands for their own deaths. The memory took them from the island and drifted to the a pastoral scene, in a field, outside a house that looked like a big black rock.

The image of a man in black robes, standing behind some trees, watching a house. Dawlish drew a deep breath inward, recognizing the figure as that of his man, Masterson, who had been assigned to watch over Luna Lovegood. They watched as Masterson was being stalked by four shadowy, menacing figures. Harry knew what would happen next. The image of Masterson turned around, his expression passing from surprise to shock, to finally terror. Enough! Robards voice boomed across the room. I think weve seen quite enough. No one had an argument, no one wanted to live that memory. Well, weve seen our enemy, but does anyone know who she is? There were blank faces around the room. The womans face had not registered. Her identity was a mystery. Harrys expression was distracted, dee p in thought, his memory drifting back across the years. One minute sir, Ill be right back. Harry darted out the door, heading back to his office. Within minutes, he returned, a little winded from his dash. He held a deck of peculiar cards in his hand. Harry, why on earth do you have Chocolate Frog Cards in your hands? Ron, like everyone else, had no idea why his friend would have childrens playing cards out. Harry ignored his friend and rifled through the deck until he came to a card. This was a card hed received in his first deck, so many years ago on the Hogwarts Express. He held up the card and tossed it on the table in the center of the room. On the card was a face, the face of the woman whod they seen in the memory. Looks of incredulity went around the room. You cant be serious, Harry. Robards could not believe where this was going. Dawlish was thoughtful, I think Harry may be onto something, what other explanation is there? Think about the type of magic it took to free Umbridge, think about the wyverns and look at her. The face is identical. Morgana? Morgan Le Fay? Shes been dead for centuries! This is preposterous! Robards sputtered, not ready to believe. Lachlan spoke up for the first time, Well sir, Id be inclined to agree with you sir, but the last time I saw a Fury was on one of those cards and we know where the next time we saw a Fury was. Well assume its possible. What do we do? We have to confirm this. Dawlish was thoughtful. We need to have some background on Morgana, find out about her, and see if she has a weakness. There were nods around from the rest. Robards agreed to the situation for the mean time, but his skepticism remained. With nothing else to discuss, they filed out of the room, more afraid than before they went in. Harry and Ron left the meeting room, idly walking back to his office. Harry James Potter! Harry was intimately familiar with the voice. Oftentimes, it had provided solace for him in the darkest times. Right now, it had a tone with which he wasnt too familiar. It seemed sinister. Ron ducked his head and blend into the wall and did his best disappearing charm, escaping the wrath of the voice. Harry turned around, and offered his wife a smile. She was standing, her weight on one leg, leading toe tapping in a furious beat. Her arms were crossed and brow furrowed in a fierce look. Her eyes blazed and her hair seemed a deep shade of red, almost fire-like, much like her present mood.

Ive been crazy with worry, waiting for you. Would it have killed you to let me know that you were still alive? Chapter 34 Nights Minions Morganas citadel stood white, noble in the morning sun, its beauty belying the evil which had gathered in its midst. The black sorceress had amassed her followers, who had taken centuries to collect and lifetimes to put into place. Morgana was an animagus, the original animagus. Her form was of a bird, not some dainty robin, but of a crow, a carrion crow, feeding on the carcasses and eggs of living beings. In her avian form, she landed near the dark pool in the center of her chamber. She transformed back into her regular form, spinning about to take in her denizens in the room. The chamber was filled with movement, dark bodies standing restless, ill at ease, as if they were racers, impatiently awaiting the sound of the starters pistol. Sounds of breathing, huffing, snarling permeated their ranks, creating an olio of terror, of hatred which drew its strength from the woman in white before them. The darkness of the room gave hint of shadows, moving to and fro, pacing, luminescent pairs of red eyes dotting the room like fireflies on a warm spring night. One of the shadows moved forward, a robed figure, out of place in the menagerie, human, a man. The figure knelt in supplication before Morgana, face down, eyes to the floor, awaiting his mistress bidding. Morgana allowed herself a smile, soon, she thought, soon I will be free of this place and I can take my rightful place as ruler of this world. The Umbridge woman has been captured. Gnashing of teeth and low growls came in response to the news. That was part of our design. Now those who could stop us are uneasy. They will be distracted with saving their own lives, while we proceed with our task. She looked to the figure kneeling to her front, Merwyn? Are you ready for your quest? The man raised his hooded head, his eyes soaking in her beauty. He seemingly basked in her glow, Merwyn the Malicious is at your service, my lady. As have I always been. Morgana lent her toady a brief flicker of a smile and turned to the gathered masses. We will continue to confuse and terrify our enemies. It is time for those that would oppose us the guardians of the false order, to truly fear for their worthless lives. The end draws near for this Ministry of Magic and its so-called Aurors. She turned to the darkest corner of her domain, Come here, my pet. Her voice was loving, tender and was met by a low-throated animal growl. You and your minions are free to kill the Aurors. Kill them all, but make sure the rest feel fear. Their fear will be their undoing. A chorus of howls and grunts met her words, raising in volume, rebounding off the high walls of the chamber. She soaked in its effect, taking a brief moment to enjoy, how near she was to her goal. Merwyn, youd best be on your way. Bring me the Bone of Ullr. ************************************************************************************************************ 12 Grimmauld Place had a sitting room in the front part of the house, which held a large fireplace. Near the hearth, two rather large, overstuffed high-backed chairs offered its occupants a comfortable proximity to the fire and a good view of the room, which had been redone to mirror the Gryffindor common room at Hogwarts. The sun was setting in the afternoon sky, while there were two chairs in the room and two occupants of the home, more times that not, the fire would be witness to both of the homes live-ins sharing but one chair, nestled in comfort in each others arms. Such was the case this evening.

Harry sat in the chair, his wife, Ginny, lay sideways, arms dangling over the arms, her own arms wrapped around his neck. Harrys eyes were clos ed, a smile on his face, random thoughts drifting through his head. After a moment, he allowed a quick laugh to escape his lips. What? Ginny could not help but smile at his mirth. He looked down at her face, the flicker of the fire causing her eyes to dance, Its nothing really. Its just that Ron always told me that being married was so much better than I could possibly imagine, that it got better and better each day. He kissed her lips. I was just thinking that if I knew this was how arguments were going to be settled, I almost want to have one every day. She gave him a mockingly stern look, I wouldnt want to put that theory to the test too often, although, this making up is very nice. He laughed and stood, lifting her up in his arms. I think I still have some things to make up to you for. He kissed her again. She giggled in delight and expectation. He carried her up the stairs. Neither saw the dark shadow that passed the outer window. It was there, and then gone in an instant. ************************************************************************************************************ Ron fumbled with the door to his apartment. Hermione had insisted that he stick to non-magical mannerisms as much as possible while he was out and out and about in their muggle neighborhood. He felt mostly at ease, but keys seemed to give him a little bit of trouble. Eventually, he managed to unlock his door and turn the knob, practically falling into his home. He turned and shut the door and grunted from the impact of a mass of hair and Hermione impacting him, pushing his back onto the door. Youre alive! Hermiones face came up to his face, showering him with kisses. She stood off and hit him solidly in the chest. You should have sent word earlier, Ive been worried sick! Ron had the bedraggled look of complete confusion that is usually endemic to men married for longer than a year. Surrendering to the inevitable, he touched her cheek, Im sorry, Ill try harder next time. They both broke into laughter. The guffaws were a mixture of relief and happiness. They drew together and kissed deeply. Ron drew back and caressed her face, looking at her, immersing himself in her beauty. The sun was setting outside the large picture windows, casting a soft rosy glow on her hair, face and eyes. He absolutely loved looking at her, he knew every expression on her face and cherished every moment in her presence. A cloud passed over his own face, his worry not for what happened, but for his friend, Harry. Although he felt that Harrys core was not a reflection of his actions today, he knew that Harry would have doubts, and those doubts could hurt him. He looked at Hermione, knowing that she was someone, the only person he could confide in. Hermione, He searched for a way to interrupt this moment with her, to talk to her about the days events. She shushed him, and led him towards their bedroom. She smiled back at him, Later, tell me later. Ron smiled as he followed her. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he noticed movement across the way, outside his window. The glare of the sunset seemed to be playing tricks on him. The shadow he thought he saw, disappeared almost as soon as it was there. ************************************************************************************************************* Henry Milton walked out into the night, waving back at George Weasley and Lee Jordan as he left Weasleys Wheezes in Hogsmeade. Although the Umbridge threat had abated, he and Dawes

had made a point to drop in and say hello to the two entrepreneurs. Milton was especially taken with the wit and innovation of the mens wares. There was no moon and the night was especially dark, which made his eyes appear as holes in the paleness of his face. Dawes had left earlier, a pressing engagement at his home cutting short his fun. The night was getting late, and Milton figured that he would have a lot to answer for when he got home. He made his way down the main street, intending to use the Floo access at the Hogs Head. As he passed an alley, he thought he heard a sound that was out of place with the quiet of the night. An experienced Auror, Milton had an instinct that the sound was out of the ordinary. Pulling his wand, he moved down the alley. It was dark. With no moon, and the nearest gas lamp out on the main street, he couldnt make out shapes in the dead end. Lumos! The end of his wand glowed with a bright blue light, casting the aura of midday in the confined quarters. At the end of the alley, he spotted a shape. It was muddled, dark, like the figure of a mannequin. He moved closer, his eyes narrowing, trying to distinguish whether it were a live person or not. As he approached, he thought he recognized the robes on the figure. They were midnight black, but frayed and torn, shredded from the neck to the stomach. He looked closer still, and saw that it was person and the robe was covered in blood, the body beneath, dead, mutilated. He drew his wand up to the face, hoping to identify the victim and when he did, he recoiled in horror, drawing back against a nearby wall, an audible howl coming from his mouth. It was Dawes. His friends light blue eyes were open, lifeless, like dolls eyes. His expression was horrific, as if he was seeking help and there hadnt been any. No one had been there. Milton hadnt been there. A low, continuous growl began to emanate from the street entrance. He turned, and peered past his light at the source. Ten pairs of red, glowing lights looked back at him, getting bigger as the source of the growling drew near, slowly as if stalking him. Three massive, horrible figures came into view. The center figure was massive, the size of a full grown lion, muscular, broad, almost the entire width of the alley. Three massive canine heads were connected at the junction of its shoulders, they were low, feral, sharp teeth bared as all three heads growled in unison. On either side of the massive creature were two large dogs, also black, but slightly smaller. Their heads were identical, mouths open, nipping at the tail of the three-headed leader. All three creatures looked deadly, all three were looking right at him, and all three seemed to be smiling. Henry Milton was not a coward, years of training, of confronting evil, had honed him into one of his kinds best, an Auror. He would die bravely. He raised his wand, shooting a stunning spell towards the largest of the predators. The red bolt impacted squarely on the beasts chest, with little or no appreciable effect. Milton cursed and tried another spell, again this one rebounded with no effect to the creature. The sound of the animals throats were especially louder, crisper, as if announcing his own end. Protego! Desperately, he threw up a shield, trying to keep the creatures at bay. The leader paused, its three heads sniffing the lighted specter, and then the center head plunged into the shield, slowly pulling the rest of its body through. Ever so slowly, Milton watched its progress through his last line of defense. He didnt want to die without reason, he wanted his sacrifice to mean something. Furiously, he dipped his hands into the recesses of his robe, as the first tip of a snout began to work its way through his shield. His hand grasped at a piece of parchment and threw it to the ground, slightly annoyed, he reached in again and found what he was looking for. The first head was almost through to the ears. The snouts of the other two heads started exiting the barrier. Frantically, he tossed the object down and reached one last time into his robe. Grabbing a small cylinder, he smiled. Hed done what he could do. Slamming the base of the cylinder on the ground, it erupted into a cascade of fireworks, one of Weasleys specials . The air above the alley was illuminated in shades of blue and green and red. The different whirls of fire and smoke rang through the village exploding in a cacophony of festive figures.

The explosions masked his screams, as the creature made its way through his shield and leapt onto his chest. Chapter 35 Taking Action Harry walked down the alley, which on the surface seemed relatively benign in the morning light. As a student at Hogwarts, hed passed this area countless times, and never had he imagined the destruction that could occur, in so tranquil a place. The end of the alley was a charnel house, blood cast everywhere. He approached the two men standing near the bodies of Dawes and Milton, heads locked together in conversation. They turned to acknowledge Harrys arrival, their faces somber. Lachlan Harry gripped his friends hand, Dawlish He turned to greet the senior Auror. He viewed the devastation from up close, his stomach doing somersaults. What could have done this? More of Umbridges pseudo-beasts? Lachlan shook his head. Not this time, the damage is too extensive. Besides Frederick and Henry were good Aurors, look at the way they held out when we captured Umbridge. I think Morgana may have introduced something new to the mix. Harry felt a chill pass through his body. Morgana represented ancient evil, the darkest magic, much like the Furies. Nothing in his power had stopped them; hed relied on their own magic to kill them. His eyes skimmed the alley, trying to take all of the details, without looking into the blank, dead eyes of his two murdered colleagues. A flapping piece of parchment, lodged in the seam of some masonry caught his eye. He reached down to pick it up. It was one of announcements for Weasleys Wheezes from the other day. He smiled a bit and then flipped the parchment over. There was writing on the back of the parchment, hurriedly scrawled, barely legible. Harry looked up from the paper and spotted a quill on the pavement, a self-inking quill, much like the ones George had given out, much like the one George had given Milton. Harry turned to the other two Aurors. I think weve got a problem. He extended his arm out, holding the parchment open for them to see. Dawlish read the writing; his hand automatically started a rapid pace through his hair. Lachlan whistled and took a deep breath. That, my boy is an understatement. The script on the paper was in red, as if written in blood. Its statement was brief, but a world of knowledge, Milton was a professional, to the very end. Cerberus and 2 Barghests killed me and Dawes tonight. No spells work. Could not apparate. Tell my wife that I love her. Milton. Apparently Dawes was killed first, Milton happened upon them later. Milton obviously held the beasties off long enough to use the self-inking quill. He died to get us this information. Dawlish started to choke up, his voice wavered. This is bad, Harry. Weve no way to stop Cerberus. The Barghests are a stroke of genius. Lachlan looked over the scene; Harry gave him a questioning look. Cerberus is immune to most magic, so the best defense is to get away, apparate. It cant follow a transportation. The Barghests have some property that nullifies our ability to apparate. Working together, its a lethal combination. About the only thing working for us is that Barghests can only be out after sundown, they are night creatures. Harry looked up to the sky, mentally figuring out the hours until night, until they were vulnerable again.

The entire Department of the Magical Law Enforcement was in an uproar. The threat posed to wizard-kind had never seemed so extreme. Assembled in the chamber normally reserved for Wizengamot hearings, the Departments leadership was seated on the benches reserved for judges and interrogators. In the middle of the chamber, on the lowered floor where the accused were usually assigned, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister of Magic, stood with Gawain Robards, Dawlish, Miles Jackson-Smythe and Harry. It was as if the five were on trial instead of presenting evidence of a horrific threat. Kingsley held up his arms, asking for quiet. There is no doubt, that we face a dangerous situation. We must assume that Morgana is alive, and that she wants to return. The only questions are what is she after and how do we stop her? A riot of argument and name calling ensued, drowning out the Minister. Most of the suggestions were foolish and not particularly helpful. Ladies and gentlemen. Ladies and gentlemen! The Ministers voice was commanding; the voices stopped and he regained their attention. He smiled and turned towards Jackson-Smythe, offering him the floor. We know that Morgana can not leave her island, ergo, she must be seeking a way to rem edy the situation, most likely by reviving her son, Mordred. He swept the room with his gaze, emphasizing each point with the tip of his pipe. We know that Merlin himself was the wizard who banished her to what we thought was death, but what apparently turned into exile. The room was silent, not even breathing. Miles did love a rapt audience. I would say, considering Morgana is alive, there is a reasonable expectation that we could find where Merlin lies and see if there is any information on how to stop her. This drew murmurs from the crowd. What we need is a journey, a seeker to find this place. What we need is a quest. We need a quest for Merlins tomb. Dawlish led Harry out by the arm, as the meeting devolved into a general shouting match. A few hours later, a weary Kingsley and Robards walked into Dawlishs office, their faces inscrutable as to the outcome of the debate. Harry, Lachlan and Dawlish rose, offering seats to the visitors, curious as to what was going to happen. Kingsley spoke, Well, they said to for us to proceed. There was a lot of debate; many think this is a fools errand. He rubbed his head, working his way into the details. But if there is a chance that we could find Merlins Tomb, then they want us to find it. He hesitated, his eyes locking with Harrys, Actually, they want you to find it, Harry. Me? What? This is absurd; there are more experienced searchers than me! Im barely out of training, sir. They cant be serious, can they? Harry offered pleading looks around the room. Why me? Robards took his turn to speak. There are two reasons, Harry. First, you are a talisman; youve succeeded where no one else has, so if there is an impossible task, you are the one who could complete it. Robards stopped, stealing a look at Kingsley. Robards did not say that on some level, many believed that Harry would decoy attention from the rest, his high profile may draw the ire of the dark sorceress. Harry saw the look, Whats the other reason? Tell me! You were right; you are inexperienced, so to speak. They wanted the senior Aurors to stay in house, to attempt more conventional means of stopping the immediate threat. Robards was trying to be diplomatic.

Im expendable, thats what youre sa ying. They wanted the Aurors to remain who could be of greater help, and theyre sending me because Im expendable. Harrys point ushered in a prolonged bout of silence. Dawlish raised a concerned voice, Were not sending him out there alone, are we? Hes got to be able to take someone with him. Let him go with Lachlan or Savage. No, he can not take any of the senior Aurors. Look, we have a lot to prepare for. They want us to arm the Hit Teams with goblin weapons. There is a thought that metal weapons may injure the beasts. Robards couldnt look Dawlish in the eye. Dawlishs brain was moving at a faster pace, Ok then, he wont take a senior Auror with him. Lets go, Harry. He led Harry from his own office, leading him down the hall to H arrys own space. As soon as they entered, he shut the door. Look Harry, you cant take any of us with you, but they didnt say anything about someone training to be an Auror, do you get my meaning? Dawlish saw understanding dawning in Harrys eyes. Normally, I wouldnt even suggest this, but I dont think you should do this alone. You need help, and you need people you can trust. John, I need you to promise youll watch over Ginny and Hermione. I mean, Im taking Ron with me, thats what weve been talking about, isnt it? If we go out there, well need to know. Ill need to know that my family is safe. You have my word, Harry. Ill watch over them with my life. I promise. Dawlishs words were serious and somber, his oath a sacred bond, one made between friends, which could be more binding than an Unbreakable Bond at times, because in the Unbreakable Bond, the only real punishment was death. Thanks, John. Id better go find Ron, and then, Ive got to figure out a way to tell my wife that Im putting my head in it again. He could only imagine how shed react. For a brief instant, his step bounced a bit. Well, he thought, this could mean that a make up was just around the corner. He hurried his stride out the door.

The Weasley apartment was quiet as they sat at the table, contemplating Rons news. Hermione, for the first time in a long time, had nothing really to say. She couldnt solve this problem, there wasnt a riddle to solve, there wasnt a Horcrux to destroy. Her hus band was going out on a dangerous assignment, in a dangerous world. For a moment, she was lost, her eyes on him, but not focused. Every permutation of the worst possible outcome was spinning through her head as she seriously contemplated what losing him would mean. Shed been fully supportive of his decision to become an Auror. She knew of his desire to be more, both to her, but especially to himself. She was proud of his efforts, how hard he worked to overcome his own doubts and to tap into that hidden reservoir of talent and ability that was just beneath his exterior. Yet, this was different somehow. Shed never really stopped to think of the rollercoaster of emotions that Ginny went through. Hermione had known Harry for so long; she just accepted that he would bear the burdens and risks of being Harry Potter. That was the price he paid for being who he was. Ron was different, shed thought. Sure, hed been in danger, but not like this. The enemy was formidable and the potential for failure very real. For the first time since theyd been married, she was afraid, and it rocked her to her soul. She could not hold back her tears. Ron walked around the table to hold his wife. She was everything to him and he wondered how he could express his fear of losing her. Part of him knew that he had to go with Harry, to finish an

impossible quest to stop an implacable foe. That was something; at least, theyd done before. Here, however, he was afraid of losing her, and he could not bear that thought. He felt a little selfish, because he was taking action to make a difference. She would remain behind, exposed to the danger of creatures that no one had the power to repel. He could not bear the thought losing her. He was sure that he was letting her down, somehow. Why else would she be crying? He took her body in his arms, her shoulders wracking with her sobs. She allowed him to support her, to hold her tight. He stroked her back and caressed her cheek. Her tears were flowing, her eyes wide but watery. Im sorry, Hermione, I dont want to let you down. His voice was low, his eyes downcast, unable to face her. She rubbed her eyes, unsure of what she just heard. Wha-What? What do you mean? Im leaving you alone, exposed to go with Harry, I should be here to watch over you. I guess Im acting the coward here, going off into the country while you are facing the danger. Her fastidious mind went through the calculations. She revisited her own thoughts and then processed his words. When she finished, two plus two hadnt equaled five. She couldnt help herself, despite all of her fear and pain, she burst out laughing. You git! Ron was now beyond his normal confused state, he couldnt be more confounded if he was unconscious. Ive been worried about you putting yourself in danger! I was afraid of losing you. Ron saw a sliver of understanding peeking through the recesses of his brain. But I was afraid of losing you, I thought you were thinking that I was abandoning you. When married couples work through communication issues, there are sparks when understanding is achieved. Were one to be an observer of the apartment, one would swear that the sparks were visible to the naked eye. Ron pulled Hermione to him, and kissed her as if it were the first time. He kissed her as if there wouldnt be another. He kissed her and then carried her into their bedroom. The door slammed shut behind them with an urgent force. Her reaction wasnt what hed expected. Ginny didnt rave or yel l or rage against the unfairness of it all. She simply went to him and put her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and placed his head on hers. She didnt cry, there would be time for that later. She looked up into his eyes, her look pleading and urgent. She didnt say a word, what could be said? She loved him with every fiber of her existence, she breathed because he existed, how could she possibly express that? She understood, he had to go, not because he was a thrill seeker or because even, it was his job. Deep down, she knew, he had to go because there was simply no one else who could even remotely get the job done. He was special, if anyone could accomplish the task, it would be him. All she could do was to enjoy what may be their last night together. So she looked at him, wordlessly, conveying her love, conveying her need and most importantly, conveying her understanding of the task he had to perform. They kissed, their bond solid, unwavering; their love transferring back and forth, strengthening them both. Their embrace became urgent, needing. He took her by the hand and led her upstairs, and yet not a word had been spoken. Therell be time enough for that later. Right now, there was only need.

When they disappeared upstairs, an ugly, stooped house-elf walked out of the kitchen. Kreacher looked up the stairs where his Master and Mistress had disappeared. He took up a position on the stairs, in his hand a rather oversized meat cleaver. Folding his arms carefully, he kept vigil, watching the front door, determined to give Harry and Ginny, one last night of peace. Chapter 36 Aurors Quest When Harry arrived at the Ministry of Magic the next morning, the atmosphere was that of a kingdom under siege. A palpable air of fear hovered over everyone who passed through the great hall entrance. Harry was momentarily taken aback by the presence of Department of Magical Law Enforcement Hit Teams and Aurors stationed along the main atrium of the Ministry. While extra security was not, considering the present crisis, a surprise in and of itself, what did make Harry look twice was the fact that these wizards were clad in mostly ill-fitting goblin armor and armed with an assortment of halberds and swords? Most of the erstwhile guards seemed illat-ease with their equipage, their outfitting an obvious testament to Robards attempt at conventional means to deter the threat of the Cerberus. Harry wasnt sure about the utility of the armed presence, considering it was the beginning of the day, and theyd already established that the Cerberus was a night time threat, based on the availability of the Barghests. Harry shrugged his shoulders, coming to the conclusion that the guards and their arms were more a means of reassuring the general public that activity was happening to combat the threat of Morgana. Harry! He turned his head to see Ron making his way towards him. He and his friend were dressed alike, with jeans and a sweatshirt over a tee-shirt. Leather work boots covered their feet, and Ron carried his beaten leather satchel over his shoulder. Harry had his equally weary rucksack over his own shoulder. Offering Ron a smile of greeting, the two met in the middle of the morning crowd. Howd it go with Ginny, last night? Everything alright? Ron knew that his sister could be formidable when roused. Surprisingly, she was very understanding. I guess the wonders of married life will never cease. How about Hermione? Harry also knew how stubborn Hermione could be, and part of him was surprised that she wasnt insisting on tagging along. We worked it out. A slight blush came over Rons face, immediately changing the subject, he cinched up his satchel. So, ready to start? Where to first? Harry had given the topic some thought, Hogwarts, I suspect. Well need to research some things, but I think the best place to start is Hogwarts. Ron nodded in agreement, and with that, the pair headed to the Floo entries near the entrance. Harry! A decidedly feminine voice rang in his ears, above the din of the bustle. He turned, and spotted Sarah Peebles pushing her way through the crowd. She, like them, was dressed in jeans, a long sleeve shirt and light jacket completing her ensemble. Over her shoulder, her Aurors bag hung loosely. She looked like a person ready to start a journey. Uncomfortably, Harry thought, she seemed to be looking to go with them on their journey. Going somewhere? Harrys question had more bite than he had intended. She stopped short, her voice confident, Yes, Im going with you two. I am your student, after all. Look Sarah, this may be dangerous. I dont know if its a good idea to have raw trainees on this assignment. Sarahs gaze fell to Ron, her skepticism at Harrys last statement prominently displayed.

Harry would not be deterred. Sarah, I appreciate the effort, I really do. I know what Ron brings to this quest. What would you bring to it? Give me one good reason why I should have you along? She didnt hesitate, and her confidence made Harry proud of her. Im your conscience. Her statement was earnest, matter of fact, and her eyes blazed with the assurance in her conviction of its truth. Ron snorted and made a half-hearted attempt to study the ceiling. Harry gave him sharp look but considered what shed said. Was so accomplished that he was above humbling or mistake? Of course not! She had a distinct point, and Ron echoed his thoughts. It looks like she has you there, Harry. Harry knew she did, so he smiled and relented. Now they were a band of three. The headed for the Floo entrance and filed in, one by one. Professor Minerva McGonagall sat at the desk that had served the Headmaster or Headmistress of the Hogwarts School for centuries. She was scanning a set of parchment, which surprisingly told her that the behavior scores for Mortimer Gafney and Silas Hornsby were good. The two normally were the center of mischief but now seemed to have taken a keen interest in Herbology and their activities seemed have dampened their wayward impulses. She made a mental note to commend Neville about his unique teaching manner with the boys. Her thoughts were interrupted by noisy announcement of arrivals to her hearth, through the Floo network. She took a quick glance at the empty portrait of Albus Dumbledore and rose from her desk, and smiled when she recognized her guests. Harry! Ron! Ms. Peebles! Welcome! She felt genuine warmth for the returning alumni. Her normally austere demeanor gave way to hugs and embraces for the three of them, along with a slightly curious look. Harry spoke up for the three of them, Sorry to intrude, Professor McGonagall, its just that, we need some help. Were on a mission, and we need to gather some information, if we might. Harry gazed around the familiar office, a pang of loss momentarily overcoming him, especially when he noticed that Dumbledores painting was empty. Wheres Professor Dumbledore? Oh, hes at the Ministry of Magic, trying to help Kingsley pr epare a defense of some sort. He told me of your mission, and frankly, the best source is Cuthbert Binns. Harry had to stifle a yawn that almost always appeared whenever his former ghostly History of Magic professors name was mentioned. Harry shook his head, knowing that she was right. After all, Professor Binns, reluctantly, had let them know the history of the Chamber of Secrets, even though he had a natural aversion to myth and legend. He dealt in fact and would be hesitant to talk at length. Nonetheless, he would be a good place to start. Youre probably right, Professor. Harry saw the look of absolute dread pass over Rons face. Well head down, straight away. The trio made there way down the spiral staircase and continued down towards the main entrance hall. When the reached the door to the teachers staff room Harry immediately noticed that the sentinel gargoyles had been removed, a reflection that lessened sense of threat that the school was under, or an indication of the amount of damage the school had sustained during the climactic battle waged there. They gave a knock and entered the staff room.

Professor Binns? Harry scanned the room, looking around for any sign of their former teacher. Moving towards the fire place, Harry heard the soft drone of snoring, emanating from one of the large chairs. The transparent figure of Cuthbert Binns was asleep in the chair, the same chair he was rumored to have died in. The story goes that hed died in his sleep, and his ghost had simply risen, leaving his body behind, the ghost moving on to teach. It was also said that there was no noticeable difference between the droning teaching style of the poltergeist and the real man. Harry raised his voice a little louder, Professor Binns! The figure in the chair rose with a start. Wha-? Who? Oh, Mr. Potter. Sorry, you cant have extra credit. He made to return to his slumber. Professor! We need to ask you something. Something about history. Binns turned his head up, an unbelieving stare returned to Harry and Ron, two of his former students with less then sterling reputations for interest in his subject. History, you say? What do you want to know about history? He floated above the chair , more alert, or as alert as he could muster. Well sir, were trying to find Merlins tomb. Its quite important. The apparition of Cuthbert Binns gave an exasperated snort. Myths? Legends? I thought you wanted to know history, not anything to do with some childs fantasy about a sword in a stone! Leave me alone. Sarah spoke up, Professor Binns, wait! Didnt you say that it was an established fact that our current structure of laws regarding muggle secrecy was handed down to us by Merlin, himself? What was that? Who said that? Binns leaned down to look at Sarah more closely. Ah, Ms. Peebles, isnt it? Yes, you were like Ms. Granger in my classes, taking notes, paying attention. He cast an accusatory look at Ron and Harry. Yes, I do seem to remember saying that, so what of it? Sarah continued, Wouldnt finding Merlins tomb, the known source of our laws, be a key element in reinforcing its veracity? Yes, yes, I can see your point. Very well, ask your questions. Harry jumped at the chance. Professor, where is Merlins Tomb? The ghost seemed to ponder the question. No one knows, theres really no record. Whats written was the Nimue, the Lady of the Lake, lured Merlin to a cave and sealed him inside. She is the only person who would know. Where do we find her? Harry felt the quest getting more difficult. What lake? There were literally thousands of lakes between Britain and France, which were the centerpieces of the Arthurian legend. Legend states, they could hear the distaste in Binns mouth at having to divulge the historical version of gossip, Sir Bedivere threw Excalibur to Nimue in the lake near Arthurs last battle at Camlann. He looked down his nose at them. It is a fact, that Camlann is also known as Slaughter Bridge, in Cornwall. Muttering to himself, he disappeared through an adjacent wall. The three headed over to the library and located a map of England. Tracing a path down towards the southwestern coast, they found the point marking the location of Slaughter Bridge. A small pinprick of blue stood near the location. It was called Dozmary Pool.

Sounds like as good a place as any to start. Rons energy was up. Hed not expected to find any lead at all to follow. How do we get there? Thestrals? I guess it wouldnt hurt to ask. Harry agreed. Lets go and talk to Hagrid. Within a short time, the three were astride thestrals, although only Harry and Ron could see what they were riding. Harry and Ron had seen their share of death. Sarah, for all of her aptitude and the experiences of the past few weeks, had not experienced death first hand. Harry hoped that he could keep it that way. The sun was setting as they made their way south. Harry picked out the lights of London as they passed. A chill went through him as they passed as he thought of the evil that stalked the streets. His thoughts were on Ginny, and he hoped that she was safe, that he would complete the task before too many people lose their lives. So many lives depended on this mission. The lives of his family and friends relied on his ability to locate the Lady of the Lake. His thoughts were of his wife, Ginny. What was she doing, how was she feeling? Was she thinking of him? So preoccupied with her, he did not lend any thought to the three brooding shadows stalking a deserted Diagon Alley, looking for an inattentive Auror to prey on. Chapter 37 The Lady of the Lake Darkness had fully grown when theyd landed near the town of Camelford. The thestrals chortled merrily, and flew off when the seekers had dismounted. Harry watched their departure, amazed at the grandeur and grace of such creatures. Nothing is ever as it seems, as it was with the thestrals. Harry led the way as they followed a small road, a path really along its course eventually coming to a non-descript stone bridge fording a non-descript creek. A small sign on the side of the road, indicated that this was Slaughter Bridge. Harry looked around, seeing nothing that resembled a lake or any other reasonably sized body of water. They decided to follow the stream, upwards, to find its source. They trod silently, their eyes attuned to the darkness of the night. Eventually, the trees that marked their route dissipated as they broke into a clearing of gently rolling hills, marked by heath and bogs. The moorland went on as far as they could see. The creek they had been following tracked between the shallow slopes, running off into the distance. The three continued their trek through the marshy ground, their breathing labored as they followed the creek to its source. Harry? Ron spoke in a hushed voice, like they were back in the Hogwarts library. Do you recognize where we are? Harry shook his head. Its Bodmin Moor! Harrys eyebrows rose a bit. Bodmin Moor was the site of a famous Quidditch Match, that ended after six months of play, because the snitch had escaped the playing arena, never to be found. The story was that whoever found the snitch would be granted good luck. Part of Harry wanted to find the snitch, because he needed some luck, just about now. Their legs grew tired, the hard slog through the soft ground tearing at their endurance. Finally, in the distance, they saw the open nothingness of a body of water. The moorland around them seemed to just terminate into a large, smooth pool of water. The surface seemed flat, no waves, not even a ripple broke the mirror-like quality of the water. Theyd reached Dozmary Pool. The area was quiet, the silence resounding in their ears. Ron could not restrai n his question, So now what? How do we find this Lady? I dont know. Harry pointed along the shore of the pool. The three headed further along its rim, trying to determine what was happening. As he was walking, Harry kept is eye on the middle of the pool, imagining an injured Sir Bedivere galloping to the waters edge, and hurling the mighty

Excalibur into the pool, at his dying masters request. In growing up with the legend, hed heard different names for the Lady of the Lake. Vivienne or Morga use, hed even heard Morgana, which he knew to be false. Hed never heard the name Nimue. It couldnt be that easy, could it? He stopped in his tracks and faced the middle of the pool. His companions stopped as well, not sure what he was doing. The stories said that when Arthur sent Bedivere to throw the legendary sword into the lake, that he beckon the lady to come. Mediaeval manners always had him crying My Lady! which had become the canon response. What if hed actually called her name? Nimue! The name echoed into the distance, his voice carrying across the moorland and the hills. The water remained still, silent. Nimue! The night held no sound, no chirping of crickets, no wind blowing, just silence. Harrys head dropped, he had hit a wall. He fell upon the ground; his shoulders slumped, at a loss at what to do next. Rons gaze had never left the lake. Its smooth, glassy surface mesmerizing him, drawing his eye. At first, he noticed a small ripple, as if a hidden current were pushing the water along. He narrowed his eyes as the ripples turned to waves, the waves to a froth, as if the timid current had become rapids in a manner of seconds. Look! Look at the water! Harry stared up at his friend, his eye following the pointed arm out to the middle of the lake. A fountain of water cascaded out of the center of the pond, its apex shining white in the darkness of the night, seemingly carrying its own luminescence. The fountain moved towards them, the pillar of water slowly creeping its way to the shore. Harry stood up and went next to his friends. They were awed by the sight, their feet rooted in place as the water drew nearer to the shore, the violence of its actions causing waves to break near their feet. The water spout stopped just short of the shoreline, hovering in its fury. The figure of a woman drew out of the column walking on the water between her fountain and the land. She placed her bare feet on the soft march of the shore. Who called my name? The voice was lyrical, beautiful matching the woman who spoke them. She was tall and lean, wearing a soft green shift that accented the curves of her body. Her hair was long, flowing and colored an iridescent green that shown in the starlight and glowed, seemingly of its own accord. Her skin was pale, soft, no hint of wetness from the sojourn from the middle of the lake. Her lips were red and pouty, as if shed been disturbed in the middle of a very important task. She had emerald eyes, that sparkled, belying an underlying happiness, but downcast, as if that happiness was dampened by an overwhelming sadness. I called for you. Harry wasnt sure what to expect. His wand was in his hand, after all, this was the woman whod betrayed Merlin and yet, she was the woman who helped Arthur in his desperate times. Shed raised and trained Lancelot, and yet hed betrayed the trust of his friend. Her history was one of contradictions and she was not one to be trifled with. She turned towards him, her eyes locking with his own viridian orbs. For a moment, there seemed to be recognition as if shed seen his eyes before. That glimpse of recognition caused her to smile, exposing the full radiance of her beauty. And who are you? She didnt sound menacing or threatening, simply curious. My name is Harry Potter, these are my friends, Ron Weasley and Sarah Peebles. He gestured towards his companions. We are seeking your guidance in a most important matter. We seek the location of Merlins Tomb. Her eyes narrowed at Merlins name, suspicious almost defensive. Why do you wish to find Merlins Tomb? Her gaze was penetrating and alluring, her hair moving in seeming time to the motion of the water.

Harry had not considered what to say. Hed not really believed, deep down, that hed actually get this far. So he opted for the truth, We are looking for a means to defeat Morgana . We wish to keep the dark witch confined to her isle and way from the land of men. Nimue showed surprise. In the past, when fortune seekers had found her, theyd lied about their intent; theyd been looking for the reputed wealth and treasure that was said to be buried with Merlin. She could find no deception in these seekers and if they were correct, Morgana posed a grave threat to them all. She pondered her response, the gravity of the situation weighing her down, commingling with the guilt that she had spent an eternity living with. Unconsciously, her sadness caused an inadvertent tear to drop from her pristine face. Why are you crying? Sarahs question was simple enough. The query born of real concern, something shed not experienced in almost a lifetime. She smiled. Do you know why Merlin is entombed? Do you understand how Arthur lost the counsel of his dearest friend at his time of most urgent need? The question was rhetorical; she had wanted to release herself of the burden of her secret. It is a question of arrogance; really, my arrogance deprived Arthur of his greatest friend and set the stage for Arthurs death. She had a wistful, far away look, as if her mind was traversing the centuries, transporting her to the time of regret, Id always wanted to be the greatest magician of all time, I had to be the mightiest sorceress there had ever been. So, of course, I had to learn from the greatest wizard of our age, Merlin. The darkness didnt seem to affect her; in fact, the space around her seemed brighter, almost as if the night had no place hiding her beauty. When I met him, all I saw was his power, his magic and I lusted after those abilities. I absorbed his teachings, making him give me more and more of himself. Little did I know that the reason that he was so willing to give so much to me was because of love. He loved me so much, he gave me everything. She gave a small laugh, the gesture humanizing her as much as was possible. When Id thought he had given me all the knowledge he had, I wanted to ensure that I was the only person who he taught. So, I lured him to a place that had a cave on the promise that the secret to my love could be found there. I rolled a large enchanted stone in front of the entrance and conjured a special guardian to make sure he was never freed. The irony is that once he was gone, my magic was never as powerful as his. I am powerful. She held a palm skyward allowing sprinkles of stardust to dance madly at her whim. But never as powerful as he was. Now, I live forever, but I am empty. I can not move beyond this form, can not live beyond this. I suppose its because of my duty to care for Excalibur. The three listeners raised eyebrows at that. But something is missing. An el ement is not there in my magic, something has always been missing. Her voice trailed off as she lost herself in her memories. Love. Harrys voice carried over all of them. It penetrated Nimues soul, the word reverberating through her being. She looked over to Harry, almost pleading, looking for the answer to her loneliness, looking for a lifeline to sanity, absolution for her sins. T he missing element to your powers is love. Thats what made Merlin truly powerful, his love for Arthur and his love for you; they were the basis of his power. Maybe, youve finally realize, that you loved him too? She didnt respond, the tears in her eyes told them that Harry was right in his assessment. She looked to the sky, crying from her eyes, a smile of understanding on her face. She turned to the companions, her aura brighter, Morgana will be difficult to defeat. Her powers are centered on her son. Mordred is evil. If he is freed, she is freed, and together they will unstoppable. However, stop Mordred, you will stop her. They are bonded.

Harry was stunned, their task was beginning to unfold before them. How do we stop them? How do we stop Cerberus and her creatures? You must go to Broceliande, a forest near Paimpont in Brittany. In the center you will find an ancient oak, whose roots form a cave. That is Merlins resting place, but beware, the guardian is a questing beast who can only be defeated by the magic within, by your own focus. Perhaps there is something within the cave to aid your quest. Ron spoke up, Excuse me, my lady, but would it be possible for you to lend us, er, well, Excalibur? No dear, Excalibur must be held for Arthurs return. This is my final charge, my final duty, what I do to confess my love for Merlin, in hopes that one day, he will forgive me. She looked towards the southern sky. When men have traversed this area, they talk of a village called Pl ymouth, in that direction, you should be able to find transport there. The three turned south, obviously being dismissed. Harry looked at the forlorn Lady of the Lake, trying to find a way to comfort her pain. His heart ached for her. Its never too late. The best thing about love is that it is eternal. It never dies, so he still loves you, and you can still return that love. The tears returned to her face, He knew, you know. He could see the future, he knew that I would betray him and yet he still went, because he still loved me. Harry smiled, No, perhaps he went, because he knew that one day, youd remember that you loved him too, and that would be worth a lifetime of exile, to live for that one day. She smiled back at him, this time warm, hopeful. If he is still there, Harry Potter, if he has the answers you seek, please, tell him. What message do you convey? What do you tell someone after a lifetime of regret? Tell him that I wait for him, and that I will always wait for him. Harry lifted his arm in salute and Nimue, the Lady of the Lake reached behind her, and raised a bright shining sword into the air. Light sprang along the length of its blade, showing them the way towards Merlins Tomb. She held Excalibur high, and disappear ed beneath the surface of Dozmary Pond in a flash. ************************************************************************************************************** Morgana stood by the pool, its reflection changing as she surveyed the results of her minion s hunt. Merwyn the Malicious had left on his quest for the Bone of Ullr. The spells on the bone were ancient and dark and held the key for her to release her son from his amber tomb. His freedom would mean hers, and she could taste it. The only guardians who could stop her were huddled in fear, hiding from her magnificent Cerberus and his hellhounds. None of her enemies came out after dark. They cowered in their hovels, thinking that they were safe. She smiled, an evil sneer of a smile that disfigured the beauty of her face. When the next night came, they would find out just how wrong they were about being safe. Chapter 38 The Magic Within The Burrow was a strange and wonderful place to live. Its various landings and levels jutted in every direction making it a given that it was held together with magic. Arthur and Molly Weasley, the owners, had built onto their home with the addition of every child, so through the years seven energetic children made for a wildly frenetic structure. As has been the case throughout their time in the Burrow, the Weasleys provided a base for their family to feel secure in the darkest times. When danger threatened, the family came home. Over the years, that family had grown,

and so in this time of threat, the Burrow opened its arms, once again to the Weasley family, including its additions. Ginny sat at the window of her room on the third landing of her familys home. Being back in her old room felt comfortable, as if she were a little girl and all she had to be fearful of were the dreams that could haunt the mind of a nine year old girl. In her maturity, however, Ginny knew that there could things in the world worse than nightmares. The real world could be infinitely worse. She stared out her window, wishing for someway to know that Harry was fine, that he was safe and doing well. She knew that he was alive, somehow, she thought, she would know otherwise. She really couldnt contemplate the alternative. Ginny? The voice from her door was warm but plaintive. Hermiones was a kindred heart, her mind telling her that her husband was doing what was best, but her heart aching for his presence and hoping for his safety. You think theyre getting anywhere? I think that if anyone can get to the answer, it would be Ron and Harry. Ginnys voice was strong and confident, belying her fear. Besides, Sarah is along to keep them on the straight and narrow. Shed received an owl from Neville, telling her of the travelers visit to Hogwarts. Theyd departed rather hastily, as if a destination had been found. About all we can do, is to keep ourselves out of trouble. Hermione bit the bottom of her lip. I dont think I can be that woman. Ginny turned to look at her friend. What I mean is, Im not cut out to be the dutiful wife, waiting breathlessly at home for word that my husband is dead or alive. Ginny understood her sister-in-laws sentiment. You want to do something, dont you? Yes. Maybe not something that would be able to help Harry and Ron directly, but something that doesnt have us just sitting here, waiting. Hermione was gearing into her former self. Her confidence was beginning to manifest itself. Maybe we can figure out a way to defeat Cerberus and the Baghests. Ginny smiled, her feelings mirroring Hermiones. She was not one to sit back and allow events to be dictated for her. Part of her melancholy was that she could not act, and she was a person of action. She stood, Yes, I do believe we should take a deeper look at the problem. A flash of light to the southwest caught her eye. It was stark, glaring in the night sky, like a lighthouse beacon on a rocky shore. Instead of being startled or afraid, the light warmed her. Somehow, she thought that light had something to do with Harry, and that light meant he was just fine. Southwest of the Burrow, the lake in the middle of Bodmin Moor shone brightly with the explosion of light from the sword in the Lady of the Lakes hand. It was Excalibur, the sword of Arthur Pendragon, as it was raised in salute to Harry and his companions. Harry smiled as Nimue disappeared into the lake leaving them to continue their journey. The intrepid seekers pulled their brooms out of their satchels, and flew off towards the lights of Plymouth. When they reached the port, Harry spotted the landing for the Brittany Ferries. They had just enough time to book passage on the eleven oclock overnight crossing to Roscoff on the MV Port lAbbe. Theyd managed to secure berthing in a three bunk couchette. That meant that they each would have somewhere to sleep, but would have to share facilities with other couchettes. The past day had been arduous and they fell asleep with little trouble. When they arrived in Roscoff, they found spaces on a bus heading to Rennes, which would offer a stop in the village of Paimpont. The ride lasted almost three hours through the scenic countryside. Hedgerows and rolling hills dominated their view, but they trio stayed quiet, each contemplating the task ahead. By the time the bus rolled into Paimpont, it was close to midday. After a quick lunch, they started their walk into the Broceliande.

At first, the forest was ordinary. The sun showed through the openings of the trees, warming their faces and bodies with its touch. As they progressed deeper into the forest, the interval between sunlight and shadow deepened. Soon, there was more darkness than light and a pall of death hung over their path. Dry rotting trees and plants littered the way, and the titter of birds had grown silent. The three pulled their wands, their eyes peering from side to side, aware of a sense of danger, unable to identify its source. This is creepy, Harry. Rons quip shattered the silence of the wood. The silence was creepy, even when they stepped on a bit of twig or a piece of branch, no sound came out. It was if they were jinxed with a Muffliato spell. Harry stopped abruptly, holding his arm up to his friends. Finite! Nothing. No response, the silence in their ears sta yed the same. Harry moved in a quick circle, his wand out, looking for traces of a presence, trying to use his other senses to find the source of the silence, because he was convinced there was a muffling effect on their ears. He returned to his course towards the center of the wood. Then he heard the sound of galloping feet, like a stag running from the hunt and the thud of an impact. Harry! Rons voice carried to him causing him to turn towards the sound of his friends voice. When he found Ron, he was meters away, his body crumpled at the base of a large tree, his wand flung to the side. Harry made to move towards Rons unconscious form, beckoning Sarah to follow. He offered her a quick sidelong glance. His eye caught a blur of movement followed by the sight of Sarah being propelled through the air into another tree. In the space of seconds, their numbers had been cut by two thirds, and Harry hadnt even seen their antagonist. Harry crouched, attempting to decrease his profile. His eyes wandered the forest as he looked for some sign of his tormenter. He felt a massive blow to his back, sending him flying through the air to land roughly on the ground at the base of a tree. A wayward root, exposed on the ground made contact with his wand hand, the momentum knocking it loose across the forest floor. For the first time during the entire encounter, he heard a sound. It was bellowing, like forty hounds baying inside a closet. He turned and before him, the questing beast howled at him, ready to pounce. The specter in front of him looked like the lords of the forest had thrown several animals into a muggle blender. The head was of a large snake, its eyes dead, a forked tongue testing the air, sensing his weakness. It had the body of a leopard, spotted and lean, it looked fast. Its hindquarters were of a lion, the rear legs muscular and ready to strike. It had the feet of a hart both solid and fleet. Despite the strangeness of its appearance, the most remarkable feature was the sound. Its roars emanated from its stomach, a muffled howl as if forty dogs were fighting within the confines of its pallet. Harry stretched an arm out. Accio Wand! His wand flew towards him, reaching his hand as the beast leapt towards him . Protego! His shield launched at the beast, hitting it with no discernable effect. Harry took the brunt of the charge on his chest, powered backward against another tree. He barely maintained his senses; the edges of his vision were hazy as if the fog of sleep were making a concerted move to take over. The guardian is a questing beast who can only be defeated by the magic within, by your own focus. Thats what shed told them. The magic within What had Nimue meant by that? Harry looked down at his wand, the beast pacing just outside his vision, its serpentine maw open exposing fangs dripping with venom. The magic within. He looked down at the wand in his hand. The magic within. Harry stood to face the beast. He calmly put his wand in his pocket. Ron was slowly regaining consciousness. He shook his head from side to side, trying to clear the dull ringing in his skull. In his blurred vision, he could make out Sarahs form nearby. With a considerable amount of effort, he crawled over to her and was relieved by the fact that she was breathing. After a moment, she stirred, and sat half upright.

Wheres Harry? They both scanned the forest around them. Both settled on the sight of Harry standing, his hands in fists, by his side. The caught their first glimpse of the questing beast, its hideous form coiling in what looked like its final attack on their unarmed friend. Ron desperately grasped about him, trying to find his wand. Expecto Patronum! Harry brought his fists together and clasped them in fro nt of his body. A bright white light burst from the collision of his hands, forming a halo of brilliance around his body. At once the sparks coalesced into the form of a stallion. Its body was sleek, muscular like a wild mustang, body rearing, snorting in contempt. The Patronus charged the coiled beast, knocking it back, buffeting it in a flurry of light and power. The questing beast howled one last piercing wail and then disappeared as if it had never been there, as if it were a puff of smoke in a strong breeze. It was gone. Blimey. Rons voice broke Harrys thoughts. Harry, what, I mean, how, what just happened? Harry held his hands up to his face, not believing his eyes. She said that the magic within could defeat the beast. Sarahs eyes widened, Wandless magic. Our wands were useless; the beast had to be defeated by a wandless spell. Harry looked at his friends. I didnt know if I could do it. The Patronus is such a powerful spell. I remember Dumbledore conjured his Patronus without his wand, remember Ron? When Fudge tried to arrest him. Well, does that mean you dont need to use a wand? Ron contemplated the implications, what it meant for his friend. I dont know, but I think Ill keep it handy until we can find out, dont you think? They laughed. They made their way towards the center of the forest. When theyd gone a little farther, the dense foliage opened to a clearing, which had a large, ancient oak tree in its midst. Approaching the oak, they saw its roots were knotted and contorted in various directions forming openings. One such opening had a large round stone plugged into its frame. Harry drew his wand, muttering a charm to move the stone. There was no movement. Looking at his friends, Harry stowed his wand and held his hand out to the stone, fingers extended. Locomotor Stone. The round rock began to turn on its access, moving to the side, revealing the mouth of a large cave. A light reflected towards the back of the entrance, as if calling them, as if welcoming them in. Without any further discussion, the explorers entered the cave, heading towards the beckoning light. Chapter 39 The Price of Immortality The cave was dark and wet; the walls were of mud, root and the decaying remains of centuries of animals. The light at the end of the tunnel offered a general idea of where they could step. The ground was uneven and the smell of the place was musty, old. Harry led the way towards the beckoning light. As they neared its source, the passageway widened until it opened into a large chamber. The walls of the room were stone; the ceilings were high, well above their heads. Along walls were jewels and gold coins covering chests and implements of war and peace. At the center of the room was a large slab of marble, flat on top of which lay a coffin of sorts. The coffin was of the clearest crystal, allowing the three to see the occupant. The light in the room seemed to be emanating from the table and crystal covering the man in the coffin. The man looked like he was sleeping, as if at any moment his eyes would fly open. He was young, barely into his thirties, with shoulder length blonde hair and a goatee. His lips looked as if he were

smiling, remembering some eternal joke that he carried with him into his repose. On his body, he wore a long set of purple robes, adorned with moons and stars set in diamonds. He reminded Harry of a fortys action hero hed seen once in a movie, so many years ago. Hes handsome! Sarah gasped out the words. She walked to the casket and bent down to look at his face in profile. I had not expected this; he looks like hes alive! What about all this, then? Ron swept his arm around the room, taking in the vast treasure and trinkets that dotted the area. This is incredible! Harry could only nod, walking closer to the body on the table. Sarah was quite taken with the mans appearance. I cant believe how good looking he is. I wonder how hes stayed so preserved? He hasnt aged at all. Ron snickered, teasing her a bit, What about Lee? I guess he cant compare to the greatest wizard of all time, eh? Sarah blushed, telling Harry that maybe hed better pay more attention to what was going on in the world around him and Ginny. She recovered quickly, Its not that, its just that hes so gorgeous. Id expected an old man, with a beard and wrinkles, not Adonis. Why, thank you, very much, young miss. The voice echoed in the chamber, rebounding off the gold and jeweled covered surfaces. Its been so long since Ive heard a compliment. The three spun towards the voice, its source emanating from a figure in the far corner of the room. It was a man, the same man whose body lie in repose on the dais in the middle of the room. He stood, a puckish smile on his face, his eyes gleaming with merriment. He was the doppelganger of the body in the coffin with one very noticeable exception, he didnt appear solid. The faint outline of the objects behind him the room seemed to show through his body. The three wizards raised their wands, not sure of his intent. He laughed and raised his hands in surrender. Youll not need those; I couldnt harm you if I wanted to. Im not here, Im in there. He pointed a finger at the body in the crystal case. He walked into the light, the smile never leaving his face. Ron couldnt quite make the connection, who was this man. Are you a ghost? Are you the ghost of Merlin? This brought a new bout of laughter from the image, Ghost? No, lets just say Im th e image of my mind, projected in this room centuries ago. Im not a ghost, but Im not fully alive, either. Who figured it out? The secret to the Questing Beast, I mean. Who did it? He peered at his visitors. Harry raised his hand sheepishly, trying to figure out the man in front of him. Glorious job, lad. So, what was the secret? Harry turned his head to his friends, I was to find the magic in myself, no wand, no help. Excellent, takes a good wizard to perform that magic. Which spell did you use? the man seemed giddy with excitement. Harry told him it was his Patronus. A Patronus Charm, you say. I bet that caught you off guard, didnt it. That was a pretty powerful spell to attempt with a beastie like that boring down on you. He whistled in almost admiration. Dont you worry, though; the powerful magic was designed for this test. From the looks of you, you dont seem old enough to control the harder spells without a wand, but if you are good wizard, youll develop the capability in time, and when you need it most. He smiled heartily and walked to where his body lay.

My word, I, and my friend here, He pointed to the body in the translucent coffin, are Merlin Ambrosius, wizard and counselor to Auther Pendragon, King of the Britons. He gave a mock bow of greeting. Nice to meet you sir. Harry spoke up, introducing his compatriots to the image of the ancient wizard. Merlin gave a bow to each, reserving a wink for Sarah, whose face turned an inelegant shade of crimson at the attention. Well, well, why are you here, come to take my treasure, is it? Harrys face displayed shock over the notion that they were grave robbers. No? Well then, why are you here? Harry said one word. Morgana. Merlins face froze, the mirth leaving it suddenly. He bade Harry to tell him more. For the next few moments, Harry outlined the events of the past few months, especially detailing the brutal attacks by Cerberus. He ended his story, The Lady in the Lake says that this is about Mordred and his bond with her. We dont know what shes quite up to. Merlins face snapped to Harry. Lady of the Lake? You saw her? You spoke to her? Harry nodded, bringing a sparkle to Merlins eyes. Was she beautiful? Was she the mo st beautiful woman you had ever seen? His voice was wishful, his eyes seeing her from his memory. She was beautiful. Harry studied the ancient mage, deciding on a course of action. But she was sad. Merlin snapped out of his reverie. Sad? How was she sad? What do you mean? Interesting, after centuries of isolation that the worlds most renowned wizards could be reduced to the caterwauls of a schoolboy when it came to matters of the heart. The thought made Harry smile. She was sorry; shes been trying to atone for her betrayal. She found out that she loved you as much as you loved her, but felt it was too late to do anything. She felt that youd never forgive her. She gave me a message, to give you, if I saw you, that is. He looked at Ha rry expectantly. She said that shed wait for you; she said shed always wait for you. . Merlins eye dropped, a tinge of sadness, or was it relief, crossing his face. I knew shed come around, I saw it every day, right along with her betrayal. I never blamed her, she had to be what she was, so that she could become the Lady of the Lake. Its good, then, well be together, eventually. Ron looked around, Hows that? Youre a ghost, arent you? Youre dead, arent you? Yes and no. Merlin laughed at Rons completely lost expression. You see, my body, in that coffin is dead, but I am not. I merely wait for my release to go on down the road. My release is to be with my beloved Nimue. As long as she is obligated to watch over Excalibur, she must remain on this plane of existence, and so too, must I. I understand. Harry did, hed been given the choice to live or move on. He felt sorry for Merlin, because there was no choice, he had to hold and allow his fate to be tied to Nimues d uty. It was a lonely existence. Ron brought them back to the subject at hand. Sir, about Morgana, do you have any idea what shes trying to do? Yes, quite right. He began to pace the room. Nimue was right, this centers on Mordred. Morgana was a great sorceress, but had a single, fatal flaw. She relied too much on ancient

magic. She never developed her own, and thus was always vulnerable to originality, to flair. More than likely, she is trying to get the Bone of Ullr. Sarah looked at the others, Whats that? Many years ago, a wizard named Ullr, some say he was Thors brother or Odins uncle, something like that, decided to write his most powerful spells on his leg bone, to keep them secret. The image of Merlin held his hands out summoning a living picture of Ullr. Ullr was a vain man, and angered his brethren in Asgard and attempted to flee across the wild Northern Sea. He was killed by a bolt of lightning from Odin and his body cast upon an island. Merlin resumed his pacing, The gods of Asgard created guardians to protect the bone from being found, and the island from being seen. What kind of guardians? Rons eyes rolled in his head. Merlin laughed and projected an image in the air. The picture was a creature with a low-slung body, reddish brown hair covering it. It was highlighted by five club-footed legs around its body. Harry shook his head, while Ron let out a groan. Quintapeds, thats a quintaped. The Bone is on the Isle of Drear. Sarah looked at Harry, I thought that the quintapeds were the result of a feud between two wizard clans that went awry. Apparently not. Ron began to pace around the room, scanning the objects. Look, Merlin, sir, is there anything you can do to help us? Weve come all this way and, well, you were supposed to have killed Morgana. Merlin laughed. She is formidable, isnt she? Well, let me see. He walked through the chamber peering at the various items on the floor. You see, when I was entombed here, I became the guardian for a variety of things. As their original owners died, these items would appear in this room. Gold, silver, jewels, treasure of every type is found here. There are some special items in here. The Four Treasures of Ireland, the Thirteen Treasures of Britain are all here. There are items I cant begin to describe. He motioned for Harry to come over. He pointed to a scabbard without a sword. It was made of plain leather, no adornment of any kind. He nodded for Harry to pick it up. That is the scabbard of Excalibur. Nimue holds the sword for Arthur, but the scabbard is in my charge. Any man that wears the scabbard will not bleed from any wound. The problem with Cerberus isnt being able to wound it; its being able to survive the fight. This scabbard will help you survive the fight. Merlin continued walking and pointed to a sword leaning up against the wall, its blade dull, cobwebs covering its hilt. Harry reached over and picked up the sword. This is the Sword of Rhydderch Hael called White-Hilt. It is one of the Thirteen Treasures. Its blade is true, you should be able to slay the devil hound with it. Harry stood back, waving the sword, testing its heft. Merlin nodded appreciatively and pointed towards Sarah. She moved towards him and he led her to a frail looking oxcart. Its timbers seemed older than the tree that entombed him, hole dotted the slats. There was space for six or seven people, standing up in the cart. This is the Chariot of Arianrod also known as Morgan the Wealthy. It is another of the Thirteen Treasures. You will be its guardian, my dear. It will take you wherever you wish to go, just think it and you will appear there, instantly. He left her surveying her new conveyance, as she wondered if it would support their weight. Merlin moved to another section of the cave, his eyes signaling for Ron to follow. He pointed to an ordinary rock, smoothed by years of wear and water. It was the size of a mans fist. It was bluish-gray, ordinary. He indicated that Ron should pick it up. That is one of the Four Treasures

of Ireland, better known as The Hallows of Ireland. That, my boy, is the Stone of Fal, cast it at Mordreds tomb, and you will stop his rebirth. Merlin took them all in, These items are loaned to yo u, however I do not know if they will be enough. The magic on the Bone of Ullr is ancient, and I can not foresee the outcome of this battle. In any event, you would be best served by trying to keep the Bone from Morgana. Harry stood holding White-Hilt, he turned it in his hand, and tried placing it in the scabbard at his waist. Surprisingly, it fit. Thank you sir, but what about you? Now that the curse is lifted, cant you join us? Merlin smiled a sad smile, his eyes drifting to the entrance to the cave. I could always move that stone. The enchantment that holds me here is born of love. I gave my being to Nimue, and here I must stay, until the day she is free of her duty to Arthur. On that day, we will leave this place, together. Harry saw hope in his eyes, and felt a surge of pride in his chest. Looking to his friends, he moved towards the chariot in Sarahs charge. Looking at the oxcart Harry mused, things are never what they seem. They boarded the cart and grasped on to the side. Harry whispered to Sarah and she nodded and began to concentrate. Harry looked at the image of Merlin, standing tall next to his body. He saw the hope in Merlins eyes at the prospect of being reunited with Nimue. Harry smiled, and nodded his head. Merlin gave a last wave, and then the cave blinked from existence. Chapter 40 Mortal Peril The tapping at the door grew more insistent. The visitors rhythm on the window pane became increasingly frantic. Eventually, the knocker timidly tried the knob on the front door and carefully pushed it open. The Weasley home at the Burrow was quiet, deserted. Harry walked into the living room, and made for the kitchen. Dusk in the Burrow would usually find Molly Weasley busily tinkering in the kitchen, but when he entered, he could find no sign of the Weasley matriarch. Harry returned to the living room, pondering his next move. Looking around, his eyes stopped at the old grandfather clock in the corner. When Harry had first visited the Weasley compound, the clock had nine golden hands that had the name of each of the members of the family inscribed. The hands would point to various bits of writing on the face of the clock, which indicated where or what state the person named was in, like school or prison. Harry looked at the fine antique device, taking in the subtle changes that had occurred. Two more golden hands, much brighter indicating their recent vintage, had been added with his and Hermiones names etched onto their surfaces. Hermiones read home and his read work as the resting places for the hands. A baleful smile crossed Harrys face as he saw the hand for Fred simply said lost. Harrys eyes carried to the hands for the senior Weasleys. Arthur and Mollys hands were over a section labeled Tonks. Perhaps, Harry thought, they were keeping Andromeda and Teddy company during this crisis. He chuckled, thinking about how much his godson must enjoy the graces of a doting Molly Weasley and his grandmother. As he looked around, two of the hands began to move. Hermiones and Ginnys hands began to slowly pivot towards the work sign. That was curious, Harry reflected, it was near evening and neither should have been going to work, much less moving around during the night times. He glanced at Rons hand, and its position still read work. Ron and Sarah had dropped Harry at the Burrow, before heading to the Isle of Drear to find the Bone of Ullr. The gifts that Merlin had bestowed dictated what tasks would be performed. Harry was given weapons to deal with Cerberus, so that dispatch of the devil hound would be Harrys task. Sarah and Ron had a means of transport and the Stone of Fal, so they would make an attempt to recover the Bone before Morgana, despite Rons misgivings about the quintapeds. Harry chuckled at Rons outward reluctance, because he knew that deep down, Ron was as stalwart, as brave as any

man that Harry knew, and that when it really came down to it, there was no other man Harry would trust with the task. The clock drew Harrys eye once again. Ginny and Hermiones hands were moving once more. Harry stopped breathing, in the hope that the hands would roll over to the home position. The movement was slow, seemingly coming to a rest on home but then continuing their progress around the face of the clock. When both hands came to rest on mortal peril, no one was there to see it. Harry had already run out the door. ************************************************************************************************************* Eric Munch had been the security wizard at the Ministry of Magic for as long as he could remember. His station at the little desk near the Floo Network entrance was a familiar site to the countless scores of visitors and workers at the Ministry. Visitors would enter the great atrium and Eric would check their wands in, like clockwork. The visitors that apparated in the center of the atrium would not be checking their wands on this evening. Eric looked up from his desk, his attention drawn by the inhuman snarling and growling of the beasts in front of him. In the center of the entry hall, Cerberus and his two Barghest companions were surveying their new surroundings, jaws snapping, muscles taut. Eric Munch had been at the Ministry of Magic for many years. He was a wizard who knew his limitations. Unseen, almost casually, he reached back to the wall behind him and set off a unique caterwaul charm. He then tapped on a slight depression on the wall, revealing a trap door connected to a long chute. With admirable dexterity, he jumped down into the black tunnel, his task of sounding the alarm having been accomplished. The unwelcome visitors to the Ministry strode towards the central atrium, their collective mouths apparently salivating at the sight of the nervous guards in ill-fitting armor who had taken station before the fountain in the entrance. Spears and swords were lowered, most quivering at the sight of the approaching beasts of death. With a great roar, the three black hounds leapt to attack. Hermione, what did you expect to find here? Ginny kept pace with her friend as they walked through the fourth level of the Ministry of Magic. Theyd been reviewing literature in the reference area of the Department for the Regulation of Magical Creatures, trying to piece together some clue on how to stop Cerberus. I dont know, Ginny. There are only two documented times where someone has bested Cerberus, and that was by putting him to sleep. I dont know about you, but my singing is horrible, so that approach is not going to work. Hermiones brow furrowed, working the problem through her head. Ginny smiled, Well it worked when you put Fluffy to sleep. Hermione gave an annoyed look at her friend. I think we can pretty much assume that this is definitely not Fluffy. Hermiones brain was still working, not able to work the problem. What do we really want to get done? What is our real goal here? Ginny thought, her mind going through the possibilities. Were thinking too big; were trying to defeat Cerberus. All we really need is a way for people to survive. Normally, the idea would be to apparate away, but the Barghests prevent it. A light turned on in her eyes, Hermione drawing the same conclusion simultaneously. We need to find a way to eliminate the Barghests! Theyre not as immune to magic. We find a spell to knock out the Barghests, and then an encounter with Cerberus becomes survivable. Ginny nodded in agreement. Come on, lets find Dawlish. The pair ran towards the bank of elevators to hitch a ride up to the Office of Aurors. When they arrived, they ran down the hall, and turned into Dawlishs office. He was none to pleased to see them.

What the blazes are you two doing here, after dark? His annoyance was visible and his fingers began their nervous tattoo through his hair. How am I to keep you two safe, if you are gallivanting around outside your homes at night? Ginny gave him her best smile and maybe, even a subtle batting of the eyelashes . John, were trying to help. I think we may have something for you. Do tell. The skepticism in his voice was dripping. What have you figured out? What have found that would not in a million years have been deduced by the collective brainpower in this office? The women drew back at the rebuke, now unsure if their finding was even a revelation. Hermione decided to press ahead, We thought that we were concentrating on stopping Cerberus, but really, he may be the wrong target. Dawlish became pensive, pressing her to continue. We thought that the real goal was to survive an encounter, so why not concentrate on knocking out the Barghests? That way the option to apparate from danger would be there. Dawlish was silent for a few moments. That might work. We have been focusing on the greatest threat, so naturally that was Cerberus. Still, I gave Ron and Harry my word that you two would stay out of danger. This could have waited until morning. The shriek of a caterwaul permeated the air, the prearranged signal of danger. Dawlish grabbed an old sword that had been thrown on his desk. He looked at the two women as if to say, I told you so. He then ran into the passageway sword raised. Dawlish turned to face the elevators, one still sitting where the Ginny and Hermione had arrived. He saw Lachlan and Robards come into the hallway along with about a dozen other Aurors, querulous looks on their faces. A small Hit Team phalanx came bounding down the hall, and stopped near them, unsure as to the nature of the threat. An ominous thumping noise was coming from the elevator shaft. Dawlish stared at the open cab, the pounding sound becoming louder and louder. Suddenly, the floor of the elevator bent upwards, as if hit by a sledgehammer. A terrific howling accompanied the assault on the car, as holes began to appear in the floor, like paper tearing. Soon the elevator car floor ceased to exist and the dark forms of Cerberus and his minions pulled themselves up, out of the shaft and onto the landing of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Dawlish whirled to face Hermione and Ginny. Run! The Hit Team dove into the attack, swords held high, not lacking for courage. The crash of metal and bodies hit their ears, as Ginny and Hermione fled down the corridor. Dawlish turned to the Aurors standing near him, Go for the Barghests! Eliminate them, and people can escape. Dawlish raised his sword, Robards, Lachlan and a recently arrived Cavendish standing near him. As one, the rest of the Aurors joined the fray. Ginny and Hermione ran down the hall, passing Harrys office, the name on its door giving Ginny a momentary pang of regret. She wished he were here, but was also glad that he wasnt . They passed Harrys office and found a door marked Training Arena. Opening the door, they ducked into the large, open room, lined with a myriad of obstacles and simulated streets and buildings. They headed into the middle of the room, finding hiding places in the mock buildings. They had no idea how long theyd been hiding. The door to the arena muffled the noises from without. Ginny shared a glance with Hermione. Maybe, they could escape notice. When Hermione gave her a nod, the door to the arena flew off its hinges, blowing into the room. The three-headed apparition that entered the arena stood as tall as a horse. Its body was marked by nicks and gouges indicating the price that the Ministrys defenders had extracted. Cerberus moved into the room, each head moving independently, red eyes scanning the environment, looking for prey. The center head stopped suddenly, its nose held high, as if detecting a scent. As one, the remaining heads locked onto the same scent. A low growl that increased in volume and intensity focused on the spot where Hermione and Ginny hid. The dark

hound began to move towards their hiding spot. Hermione motioned towards its approach, her focus not on the menacing form, but on the lack of an accompanying Barghest. Desperately, she locked eyes on Ginny, communicating for them to apparate out. Both focused, trying to disappear to another location, any location. Nothing happened. The women looked out from their hiding spot, watching Cerberus near. Another snarl joined the symphony. Over Cerberus shoulder, a s ingle Barghest, bloodied, dipped its body into the entrance of the arena. The women had no place to go, they were trapped. Ginny searched around her area and found a length of wood, with Hermione doing the same. The friends stood to face their stalking death with what they had. Ginny steeled herself and raised her ad hoc weapon. With fierce determination, she said out loud. I love you Harry. Chapter 41 Close Calls A loud clap of thunder and a cloud of dust marked the arrival of the Chariot of Arianrod. Ron kept his white-knuckled grip on the weathered rail of the oxcart. After a moment, he and Sarah dismounted and surveyed their surroundings. They were in a clearing, edged by large trees whose boughs overhung the area casting shadows throughout. Sarah had simply thought, Bone of Ullr and the chariot had brought them to this location. They knew that they were somewhere on the Isle of Drear, but the precise location of the Bone wasnt known. The clearing abutted a vertical cliff face that rose into the sky. At the base of the cliff there was a large cave opening that was edged by a granite arch, runes etched into the posts. Ron drew his wand and made a rapid search for signs of quintapeds, the inhabitants of the Isle of Drear that craved human flesh. Sarah, likewise, had also drawn her wand, her eyes pointed towards the gaping cave entrance. The thought that I used was simply Bone of Ullr. I bet its in that cave over there. She pointed over to the cavern. Im beginning to not like caves, personally. Nevertheless, Ron began a conf ident stride over to the cave, his eyes never ceasing their scan of the area. The island was balmy, almost tropical, marked by mugginess that that gave an aroma of death and decay. A heavy mist covered the area and trees barred their view of greater than a few feet inland. The cliff in front of them appeared unnatural, because there was no mountain visible to the naked eye. It was almost as if the rock face was a scar on the landscape, an injury that seeped decay from its essence. The two Aurors approached the cave and entered. The path was lit by torches mounted along the walls. The floor sloped upward and was marked by a smooth and wide walkway, easy to navigate. They proceeded cautiously, warily eyeing an opening at the end of a landing they were rapidly approaching. Ron placed a finger on his lips, and took the lead heading to the main cavern entrance. The room they found was massive, the size of aQuidditch pitch. The ceiling had several openings that allowed sunlight to filter into the space, lighting the room with the brilliance of midday. The walls were etched with ledges that were dotted with cave entrances that seemed natural, almost like the openings to an anthill. The key feature of the space was the floor which had a large lake filled with black water that bubbled periodically, giving hint to movement beneath the surface. In the center of the lake was a massive longboat, its markings distinctively those of ancient Vikings. Its bow had a brightly painted dragon figurehead, the color looking fresh, almost of recent vintage. The mainmast had a beige sail with a black dragon emblazoned on its main area. The entire vessel seemed new, as if just launched but still with no movement on the deck. Would you look at that? Rons awe at the sight had reduced him to a whisper. I suppose thats as good a place as any to find the bone of a Viking wizard.

You suppose? Sarah gave Ron a laugh. They began to make their way down t he path that led to the bridge to the ship. By the time they reached the gangway, they had a better look at the center of the longboat, which was loaded with treasure and weapons. They crossed the span that led onto the boat and began to search for the Bone. Sarah poked around one mound of treasure working her way aft while Ron searched the other side. Eventually Sarah came to a strongbox, hidden beneath a shield on the deck. Kicking the strongbox open, she saw a long femur covered in cobwebs and dust. Reaching in, she pulled the bone out and blew the dust away with her hand. Etchings, like scrimshaw, covered the length of the bone, the language was unknown, but looked exceedingly ancient. With a smile of triumph, she raised the bone above her head, showing the prize to Ron. Great, lets get out of here. Rons tone was insistent. This has been too easy. Something doesnt feel quite right here. Sarah nodded to him, and the pair began to cross the gangway rapidly. Sarah led the way, carrying the bone while Ron maintained a vigil while bringing up the rear. Sarah had just about completed the crossing, when the center of the gangplank disappeared in a shattering explosion of dust and splinters. The impact sent Sarah flying onto the embankment where she landed with a thud, the bone flying out her hand, skidding across the ground. A deep, hysterical laugh resounded throughout the cavern. Thank you for retrieving that for me. Accio Bone! Sarah watched the bone float up in the air and into the bony fingers of Merwyn the Malicious. Morganas lackey was sitting astride a stone gray wyvern, hovering with the bone in his hands. I dont know about you, but Id see to my friend over there, before you have visitors. Waving the bone above his head, his mount turned on a wing and rose through one of the openings in the ceiling. Sarah pounded the ground in frustration and remembered her compatriot. She looked back at the remains of the bridge to the ship. It had shattered in the blast and there was no sign of Ron. She rose and ran to the lip of the lake, looking for any sign of her fellow Auror. Frantically, she spotted a grouping of bubbles breaking the surface. Without hesitating, she drew up and dove, headfirst, into the murky water. For a few moments, the room was still, the only sound the ripples of the water being displaced. In short order two heads broke the up, out of the water. Sarah tugged at Rons deadweight, pulling him up and pulled with all of her energy. She strained her muscles, pulling his body up onto the shore. She looked to him, and couldnt discern any sign of breathing. She coughed, spitting brackish water out of her lungs. She drew her wand, Anapneo! She watched his face anxiously, waiting for any sign of breathing. Her spell began to work. Ron took a large breath inward, and then spat up what seemed like gallons of the fetid water. Sarah beat his back, trying to help him catch his wind. Ron lay on his back staring at the ceiling. Then he rose, offering Sarah a smile. Thanks for that. What happened? He spat out a little bit more of the water. Sarahs head dropped, Someone hit us. There was a wizard riding a wyvern. He blasted the bridge and took the bone. Were too late. A low rumble began to pass through the cave. He said something about having visitors. Ron looked around, his eyes focusing on the small caves that lined the walls of the cavern. The low sounds seemed to emanating from every single one of the holes. The two stood, wands outward. Ron glanced up to the rise that led to the exit. Out of one of the nearest caves, a low, furry body dragged itself out by several clubbed-footed legs. The quintaped let out a snarl, double rows of razor sharp teeth gnashing at them.

Confrigo! The creature exploded in a flurry of fur and flesh. Ron tugged on Sarahs sleeve, leading up the ramp. They skid to a halt, as the sounds in the caves began to get louder, upon the death cry of the quintaped. Almost as one, black and orange furred bodies began to emerge from their holes, and all seemed to be looking right at the pair of Aurors. ************************************************************************************************************** A loud yelp rang through the training arena. Ginny heard an inhuman whimper and the thud of a body hitting the floor. She peered around the corner of her obstacle in time to watch Cerberus whip around and snap at something behind it, towards the door. She gave Hermione a quick glance, and the two women peered out, trying to determine what had caught the beasts interest. Her eyes grew into saucers as she saw Cerberus issue a growl at a figure at the entrance. Her mouth was stretched into a smile. Harry arrived at the Ministry of Magic, the horror of scene washing over him. The path that Cerberus and the Barghests had tracked through the main hall was marked by the bodies of the defenders that had been left behind. Harry dropped down the elevator shaft to the second level that housed the Office of Aurors. His appearance on the floor was met by more of the same hed seen at the entrance. The casualties were heavy, the bodies littered the hall. The Department of Magical Law Enforcement didnt go lightly, the body of a Barghest lay on the floor. Here and there, people moved, helping their comrades who were in need. Harry was relieved to find Cavendish helping Lachlan, who was propped up against the wall holding an obviously broken arm. Harry gave Lachlan a wave. Looking further down the hall, he spotted Dawlish kneeling over the body of Gawain Robards. Harry went over to him, laying a hand on his shoulder. People forgot. Harry gave a quizzical look , Everyone thought Gawain was an administrator, but he was always an Auror, a brave man. Wheres Ginny, John? Dawlish looked up and pointed down the hall. Harry took off at the run. He saw the door missing at the training arena and ducked into it. He drew White-Hilt and took in the scene. Cerberus was standing low, its attention directed at something near the center of the room. A Barghest stood nearer to Harry; it turned and moved to strike at him. One swipe of White-Hilt separated its head from its shoulders, but also drew Cerberus attention to him. Harry raised his sword above his head and moved to the attack. He brought the blade down in a single overhead strike, cutting into the neck of the right hand head. Cerberus center jaw bit down on his shoulder, driving its teeth into the flesh. He felt the pain, he felt the tearing of the skin, and yet his strength remained. His free arm swung the magical sword and severed the left head of Cerberus. The center head howled in agony, releasing Harrys shoulder. The devil hound reared back on its rear legs, growling in pain and rage. It gathered itself for one last attack, one last try at lashing out at its tormenter. Harry staggered, the pain in his shoulder paralyzing him. Cerberus leapt to attack, rising through the air, its one remaining head focused on Harry, eyes glaring. Harry brought White-Hilt up, raising its point in line with the breast of the beast. The entire mass of the monsters weight hit Harry, burying him in a pile of muscle and sinew. The room was still. Ginny and Hermione ran from their hiding spots and rushed over to the pile of bodies on the floor. Harry! They moved around the body of Cerberus, the blade of White-Hilt protruding from its back, having impaled itself in its attack on Harry. Harry pulled himself up from the floor, and turned to the voice calling his name. Honey, Im home. Ginny grabbed him around the neck buried him in kisses. He winced at the pressure.

Ginny, the scabbard keeps the wounds from bleeding, but I think I need some help with them. She drew back, inspecting his shoulder. Harry, wheres Ron? Hermiones question was worried, unsure if her husband was alive or dead. Before Harry could answer, Hermione! Ron burst into the room, Sarah trailing behind. Ron made his way over to the trio and placed a kiss on his wifes relieved lips. He pulled back after a moment and looked at Harry. Ron was out of breath, his body marked by cuts, some of them serious, We missed the bone, Harry. Morganas man got there, shes got the bone. We were too late. Harry drew himself straight. Today had been hard. They were injured, the Aurors depleted and Morgana was close to achieving her goal. He turned to his wife and gave her a kiss. It was passionate, full, all of the longing and the discovery of the past couple days emitting from the embrace. His breathing slowed, his heart rate steadied, the proximity to the woman he loved calming him. He looked into her beautiful brown eyes where the worry and fear had been replaced by merriment and joy. He smiled at her, turned and nodded to Ron and Sarah, and then looked back to Ginny. I may have to work late, so you might want to wait up. Ginny looked at Hermione, the communication was clear. Oh no, Mr. Potter. Youre going to be taking me on this business trip with you, this time. Harry was learning when not to argue with his willful wife, and this was definitely one of those times. So, he looked at her, his strength slowly returning and replied. Yes, dear. Chapter 42 Unto the Breach, Dear Friends Order was slowly recapturing the corridor of the Office of Aurors. The training arena, being the largest room on the level, was pressed into duty as a temporary morgue. When Harry walked out into the passageway, he spied a beleaguered Dawlish briefing the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt. Dawlish turned to face Harry, eyeing the sword and scabbard belted to his waist. Its a long story, John, but suffice to say, we still dont have a moment to lose. This has all centered around Morgana being able to revive her son, Mordred. Now, we think she has the means to do just that. Harry gave the Minister and Dawlish an overview of the quest from the past few days. Dawlish shared a worried look with the Kingsley. Were at rock bottom, Minister. Most of the Aurors and the Hit Teams are either too injured to function, or dead. Whoever we have left will probably be needed to mount some sort of defense of the Ministry, if Morgana is making a move towards us. Dawlishs hand was moving apace through his scalp, his look of worry falling on the covered figure of Gawain Robards. Kingsleys mind was working at a rapid pace. He looked at Harry. What do you propose, Harry? Dawlish is right, we dont have the bodies for a full assault, even if we knew where to go. Kingsleys eyes were tired, his expression resolute but without a tremendous amount of hope. Knowing Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Ministry would resist with him right in the middle of the action, but he held no real notion of the outcome. Well sir, if its all the same to you, we have a means to carry the fight to Morgana. Harry pointed to the barely noticed, but completely out of place oxcart in the center of the passageway. We

have one last chance. Merlin gave Ron one of the Irish Hallows, so I believe we take that chance. The group around Harry nodded in agreement. Harry, Ron and Sarah do need some immediate medical attention, Minister. Ginny spoke up, not wanting the obviously serious injuries to go untreated. But Harrys right, this is a chance we cant pass up. Hermione and I are volunteering. Its better than sitting home wa iting for something to happen. Ill go with them as well. Cavendish had made her way to the group. Her amber eyes shone with fire against her light complexion. The loss of the past night fraying the edges of her eyes, building worry lines along her face. Her jaw was set. John, given a choice to fight here or there, I prefer to carry the fight to the enemy. She fixed Dawlish with a level gaze, her eyes brooking no argument. Dawlish looked at Kingsley, a small nod passed from the Minister of Magic. Dawlish gave a shake of his head and raised a hand for one of the passing healers, signaling him to give Harry, Ron and Sarah a quick once over. He then turned to face Cavendish, his expression lightening, his eyes softening. You watch yourself out there, Elizabeth, you still owe me dinner. Without warning, he leaned towards her and touched his lips to hers, the kiss fierce filled with need and passion, his hand grasping the back of her head and her arms crossing around his neck. After a moment he backed away and turned to Harry, waving goodbye as he returned to his duties. The stunned looks on the friends caused Dawlish to shrug his shoulders before he was off. Their gazes turned toward Cavendish, who had a silly smile on her face, her hand on her lips, barely believing the sentiment. Harry tried to hide a small smile while Ginny let out an outright giggle. Sarah blushed with Cavendish, the unexpected display having relieved tension and fear. Hermione was holding Rons shoulder as a healer was working on repairing his injuries, but Hermione also had a knowing smile that grew as she noticed the perplexed look on Rons face. Momentarily forgetting the pain of his recovery, Ron decided to ask the most obvious question, he thought, that was resting on the tip of everyones tongue. He turned to Cavendish and emphatically asked, Your name is Elizabeth? Hermione made sure to find a relatively uninjured part of his body to elbow. *************************************************************************************************************** Chapter 43 Remembrances of Avalon The cacophony of sound that met Morgana as she strode to the middle of her chamber was deafening. Bestial growls mingled with hoots and whistles as she arrayed the collected might of her followers. Hobgoblins were rubbing shoulders with wyverns. The roars offering the evil enchantress their fealty as she strode towards the pool. Kneeling in front of the pool, Merwyn the Malicious awaited her arrival, a smile of triumph and self-satisfaction on his face. As she neared him, she called for him to rise and present his prize. My lady, the Bone of Ullr. He extended both arms, the bone stretched between both his hands, offering it for her inspection. Her smile broadened, a look of pure avarice crossing her face. She reached with one hand and grasped the bone in her fingers. Not to worry, my boy, soon you will be free, and so will I. She walked to the space where her sons body was held frozen in time. She laid a tender caress on the surface of his capsule, almost like a lovers touch. She began to study the Bone in her hands. She turned it over and

over, mesmerized by the runes that dotted its surface, trying to discern their meaning, trying to find where one charm started and another ended.

Apparition and disapparition had always been characterized by a loud thunder-like crash and a display of smoke. Even transportation through the Floo network had always been accompanied by some sort of theatrical show of light and sound. Scholars who looked into the spells behind the phenomenon had theorized that the sudden appearance of matter into a spot that heretofore had been empty required the loud displacement of the air in order to allow the body being transported to have room to appear. In the case of the Chariot of Arianrod, the wizards who had created this unique form of egress had intentionally wanted it to be flashy. Its original owner, Morgan the Wealthy was convinced that his entrances on the Chariot needed to announce his status to those so fortunate to witness the event. The area in Morganas chamber began to rumble, a flicker of flame and smoke rising from a point in the room. A small beam of light hovered in the middle of the smoke, slowly expanding, growing, rays emanating in a variety of colors forming a bubble within which the rickety frame of the Chariot of Arianrod began to form. The cart was translucent and slowly gelled into a solid form. Within the box cart area, the six figures of its occupants coalesced into view and with an explosion of light and sound, the Chariot of Arianrod made its arrival known. They jumped from the oxcart in pairs, Ginny with Harry, Ron with Hermione, and Sarah with Cavendish. Harry took in their surroundings with a careful eye, scanning the entire room while somehow keeping a wary watch on Ginny. Deep in his heart, he knew she was more than capable, but could not restrain the need to protect her, to watch over her as the entered dangers grip. As their eyes became accustomed to the light in the chamber, they noticed that their entrance had not gone unnoticed. Their ears rang with the roars of a pair of wyverns that circled the massive room, as they waited a command from their mistress. The floor was covered with scores of hobgoblins, who looked like a twisted combination of a house-elf and goblin that carried a perpetual look of pain, as if the joining had left them tortured. Ah, Harry Potter! It was so kind of you to join us! Morgana looked up from her scrutiny of the Bone of Ullr. You will be witness to a truly magical event, the rebirth of my son, and our escape from this prison. Harry drew back, the horde of hobgoblins and the circling dragonets closing in on the small group. Ron looked over at his friend, unsure as to why Harry had not sprung to action. Harry was rooted to his spot, his eyes taking in Morgana, but never really straying from Ginny. It dawned at Ron that perhaps Harry was more worried about Ginny than about Morgana, and that hesitation could prove fatal. Ron stepped forward and aimed his wand a small statue that sat near the edge of Morganas reflecting pool. Expulso! The statue shattered into pieces, raining debris all around and bursting the bubble of calm that had descended since their arrival. Harry, Im going to try and cast the Stone of Fal at Mordred! The eruption of sound and smoke snapped Harry out of his stupor. His focus on Ginny had almost made him forget the reason they were there. He shook his head and allowed his instinct take rein. Weve got to help Ron! Follow him! Harrys voice was more commanding, automatic. For the moment, he was able to segregate his feelings for Ginnys safety and his need to act as an Auror in the field. A wave of hobgoblins blocked Ron and Hermiones path to Mordred. They heaved spells towards the pair, which mainly seemed to consist of a form of impedimenta charm, but instead of erecting

barriers, the ground beneath the couple began to liquefy into thick syrup. Ron and Hermione found their pace slowing, unable to keep up any momentum through the morass. Duro! Hermione fired a counter spell at Rons f eet causing the ground to harden somewhat, enough for her husband to pull himself out and continue his trek towards Mordred. Rons pace quickened and he fumbled for a moment pulling the stone from his pocket. Finally, he grasped the Stone of Fal and heaved it towards the still form nearby. The eyes of the wizards traced the path of the stone; Rons aim had been true. It reached its apogee and began its descent towards the rock holding the son of Morgana. At the very last instant before contact, a thin, bony hand reached out and caught the stone. Ron turned to the source of the hand, and found himself staring at the face of Merwyn the Malicious. Ron knew who the dark wizard was immediately. An avid collector Chocolate Frog wizard cards, Ron had been slightly ecstatic at procuring one of the relatively rare Merwyn the Malicious cards. Based on the card, Ron knew that Merwyn was relatively obscure, known for creating nasty jinxes and curses. Ron also knew that Merwyn was reputed to have died over a thousand years ago, so his appearance in this room was surprising, to say the least. Petrificus Totalus! Rons surprise was complete as Merwyns paralyzing spell struck him. Ron! Hermione struggled to find traction. She raised her wand and aimed at the skinny wizard in tattered black robes that had stopped her husband. Her stunning spell missed Morganas toady as he whirled and apparated in that exact instant. Sarah and Cavendish had finally caught up to the struggling Hermione and helped extract her from the bog. With catlike grace, Hermione moved towards her husband still figure and aimed her wand to free him. Aguamenti! Merwyn had disapparated nearby and a large plume of water washed over the three women. Duro! The evil wizard cack led as he froze the streams of water around them, effectively locking them in place, rendering Sarah, Hermione and Cavendish helpless. Within a few seconds the band of intrepid friends had been reduced by two thirds and they were no where near stopping Morgana. Ginny Potter had been engaged in a long range exchange of spells with the hobgoblins that were closing in on her and her husband. She turned and saw Harry hovering near her, his movements constrained to the area behind her, but he was not making any real moves towards Mordred or their friends. Harry, youve got to stop Morgana! The stone failed. We have to try something else! Harry turned towards his wife, held by a reluctance to leave her there alone. She smiled at him, not a coy smile, but one of resolve and dedication. One of the things that had endeared her to him was her fierce independence. The look she was giving Harry reminded him that she was more than capable and that he need not worry. He smiled back at her and drew the sword at his side. With a nod, he apparated away in a cloud of smoke and thunder. Ginny chuckled and began to cast shield charms and stunning spells to clear a path through the hobgoblins to her friends. The fury of her assault caused the creatures to fall back, unable to sustain any real resistance to the woman with the fierce eyes and fiery mane. Every once in a while, Merwyn would make an appearance, trying to engage a curse here or there to knock Ginny off her path, but she was ready, a counter spell or shield charm up to deflect his attempts. She knew, however, that it was only a matter of time before she was overwhelmed; the weight of numbers simply was too great. Harry disapparated on the dais where Mordreds body stood. As he approached the shell , he saw Morgana on her knees, rapidly chanting from the runes etched on the Bone. A small beacon of light was shining from the center of Mordreds encapsulated body. Harry raised White-Hilt to

strike one last, desperate blow at the block of stone and gem that housed Mordreds body. The blade of the sword struck the crystalline coffin and rebounded, making nary a scratch on its surface. Morgana paused from her incantations and hit Harry with a quick shield charm that sent him flying and White-Hilt dropping to the ground. With flit of her eye, one of the massive wyverns landed, dropping one its talon-laced rear legs directly on Harrys chest, its claws piercing Harrys shoulder, literally pinning him to the floor. He made an effort to find Ginny, to say he was sorry for failing. His eyes found hers, shed finally succumbed to the numbers and was bound tight in a sea of hobgoblins. You are too late, Potter. It was a gallant try, but in the end, you can not stop me. Morgana finished the series of incantations. The crystalline casing holding Mordreds body began to brighten, heat radiating from its surface. Fractures began to form along its surface and the cracks became larger and larger. Soon, like an ice floe in a tropical current, the material of his coffin melted from his body, revealing the figure of an unbelievably handsome man. The man drew a deep breath, opening his eyes for the first time in millennia. Despite the weight of the creature on his chest, Harry moaned, drawing Ginnys attention to him. She smiled, briefly, recognizing that Harry lived, but her gaze was unavoidably drawn to the man waking on the platform near her husband. Mordred took in his surrounding, completely comfortable with the chaos and tumult that reigned. He moved his arms, flexing his hands to test their dexterity. His eyes surveyed the room, settling on the smiling figure of Morgana as she approached him. He smiled the same twisted caricature of a smile that she had on her own face. Opening his mouth he called to her, Hello mother, its so nice to see you. Harrys heart dropped, a dull ache crashing through his body. Morganas laugh seemed soulless. She moved towards her son and laid a loving hand on his shoulder. His smile mirrored hers, less loving, more evil. He tested his legs and moved with his mother to the center of the room. Look, my son, we are free to leave this prison and you are free to take your rightf ul place as ruler of the land. Her gaze fixed on Harry. This is the champion of this world; of this time. I offer his life to you, so that, you may show them that resisting you would be pointless. Mordred smiled and walked towards where Harry was pinned to the floor. He stopped and knelt down to pick up Harrys discarded sword. He tested its heft and found it suitable. Ginnys intake of breath was audible, painful. Her eyes widened; she was unable to move, unable to act. Mordred raised White-Hilt over his head, its blade aimed for Harrys neck. That will be quite enough, Mordred! The voice was commanding yet lyrical. Its timber was youthful and energetic with a hint of age and wisdom. Its resonance with Mordred froze the evil knight in mid strike. Lowering his sword, Mordred made a slow turn towards the source of the call. Morgana was less composed, the years of imprisonment having worn on her, but the voice was that, truly, of the only man who held the power to stop her. Arthur! Standing near the reflecting pool was a man. He was tall, almost larger than life. On his chest was a silver breast plate, adorned with the image of dragon as it gleamed with an unearthly aura. He had various pieces of armor on his legs and arms, also cast in silver, shimmering brightly as if with their own luminescence. His he had on stark white pantaloons and blouse and a broad white cape flowed from its attachment to his armor. His face was young, but bordered by eyes that had experienced life and death and the eternity in between. His eyes were bright blue pools, deep enough to get lost in, but brilliant enough to make one turn away. He was smiling, his mouth framed by a goatee similar to Merlins and the smile was soft; almost as if he was part of a joke and the punch line was just simmering below the surface.

Hello, Morgana. It has been a very long time. His smile deepened, the joke, it seemed, was on Morgana herself; she just hadnt gotten it yet. The dark witch was apoplectic, How is this possible? You can not be here. I do not believe it! This time Arthur Pendragon allowed himself a deep-throated laugh. Id like to say that you posed such a threat that Britains need for Arthurs return was necessary. Id like to say that your powers were so vast, that only I, Arthur, could stop you. He looked down at Harry, a nd winked. But that would be giving you too much credit. The real reason I am here is your own stupidity and ignorance. She bristled at the words. You see, Morgana, the spell you tried to use from the Bone of Ullr was a universal spell. It not only affected your son, but me as well. When you freed Mordred, you freed me. You had no idea what you were doing, did you? Her face turned a dark shade of purple. The insinuation of her incompetence burned into her soul. Arthurs grin had not left him. He turned towards the pool, Nimue! The waters of the pool began to bubble, frothing into a tall waterspout that cascaded to the ceiling. The Lady of the Lake emerged from her fountain, and stood next to her king. He held out his hand and she smiled a joyful smile. She drew Excalibur from behind her and handed it hilt first to its rightful owner, Arthur. He held the sword limply in his hand, feeling its familiar weight, sweeping it from side to side. Finally he held it high in the air. A bright light exploded from its tip, the song of angels seemed to echo through the chamber. The creatures serving Morgana simply disappeared, including Merwyn leaving only the dark sorceress and her son standing alone in the center of the room. Arthur turned to them and smiled. Whatever shall we do with you two? Arthur seemed to weigh his options. My return has been premature, to say the least. You, Morgana, are almost more trouble than you are worth. Perhaps there is a certain amount of justice to be had here. The king glanced at Nimue and she bowed. Arthur nodded once more and pointed Excalibur at Morgana and Mordred. Mordred raised his arms defensively, and realized, too late, that the crystals had begun reforming around his body. He barely managed a scream before the glass-like substance encased his body, imprisoning him once more. Morganas screams were not restricted and she sobbed, not for her son, but for herself, unable to resolve the turn of events. What will you do to me? She was defiant, her beauty transcending her evil. Arthur smiled, I could just leave you as before, imprisoned and bitter. Maybe, however, I have not been completely fair to you, Morgana. You crave freedom from Avalon? So be it, you are free. Morgana, Morgan Le Fay, Morgause; shed been known by many names, and now she could not believe her fortune. Her nemesis, her foe, her brother; had granted her freedom in some convoluted display of justice. The word justice dripped from her mind, like a curse. Her elation soon turned to discomfort, then to horror. Her brain began to numb, and her body compressed and changed itself. She stared at the reflection pool and the image of a carrion crow shone back at her. She tried to muster the concentration to change back, and found that she could not. She was stuck in her animagus form. Morgana, this is the price of your freedom. You will remain in that form, forever. However, you are free to go, wherever you chose. This time Arthur didnt laugh, the gravity of Morganas punishment weighing on him.

The six friends had been freed from their respective bindings. The disappearance of Morganas minions had released their spells. Harry ran his hands over the places where the wyverns talons had dug into his flesh, but no sign of injury could be found. He turned to King Arthur and knelt. Oh do get up, would you? Arthur put a hand down and helped lift Harry up. I would like the return of my scabbard, though, if you dont mind. Harry peered down at leather case on his belt. He unbuckled it and handed it to Arthur, who lost no time in sheathing the mighty sword and belting it to his own waist. Arthur turned to the beauty beside him. Nimue. Thank you for safekeeping Excalibur for me. I have but one more duty for you. Her head dipped lower, almost in resignation. Arthur smiled. Would you be so kind as to return the items these kind people borrowed from Merlin? She looked up, unsure of what Arthur was saying. He clarified the point a little more. I think youll find that Morganas spell was truly universal. If Im not mistaken, our wizard friend is alive and well in his cave, but waits for his true love to release him. I was wondering if you could return these items, since you were heading that direction. Her eyes trembled with tears as her green tresses bounced at anticipation. She reached up and boldly gave Arthur a kiss on the cheek. She raised her hand and summoned the Stone of Fal and White-Hilt to her hands. She started walking towards the Chariot, her conveyance back to her true love. As she passed Harry, she stopped, her beauty enhanced by the smile that radiated from her face. Youve been granted a great gift, Nimue. Love is eternal, and a second chance at a life with love is the greatest gift. Be well. Harry raised his hand to her. She leaned over and kissed Harrys cheek and whispered in his ear. With that, she practically flew to the oxcart and climbed on. The last view of her was the vision of love and happiness emblazoned on her cheeks as she whispered a simple destination, Merlin. Harry and his friends turned to King Arthur. His smile had not left his face and he turned to them. It is not my time. I am not needed. You are the champion of your era, and you must b e ready to face whatever trials come. He looked at Harry, imparting a sense of duty. I will remain here on Avalon, until I am needed. Do not look for me, for this isle is enchanted, and will disappear in time and history until a great need summons us. You have all done well. I am proud of my heirs, but stay vigilant against the darkness. It will always be there, lurking, waiting for the opportunity to strike. He smiled once more, and raised Excalibur over his head. Farewell, my friends. We will meet again, someday. The room, the island and King Arthur disappeared in a flash. The six friends found themselves in the middle of a circle of ancient rectangular stones. Stonehenge! Hermiones voice broke their amazed silence. He sent us to Stonehenge! Ron moved to his wife and embraced her with a tight hug. Harry put an arm around Ginny, the glow of the encounter still visible on his face. I cant believe what we just saw. Sarahs eyes were wide, the awe of the moment shaking her. Harry looked up at the sky and saw a shooting star blaze a trail across the darkening night. I believe it. He looked back down at Ginny and kissed her tenderly. He then looked around at his companions. Lets go home.