Disclaimer: Jk's world, i'm just living here. oh, all Australian people (you'll met them in this chap) are mine! so is Zardia School of magic!((you'll see what i'm talking about)

A/N: like i said in the disclaimer two new peoples are beging introduced in this chapter. there are lots of hidden things that will come back in later chapters! (try and figgure them out! MUAHAHAHA) and hope you all like the Auzzies !(Waves little flag)

Chapter Six

'The letter'

Son,

I have given this letter to Sirius in case I cannot give it to you myself. I know Voldemort is after you, and I know that I would give my life to let you and Lily live. I told Sirius to give this to you on your sixteenth birthday, for then you are considered an adult. I bet Sirius will be laughing as he hands this to you, and I'll be sulking in a corner but I've written it all the same. Just in case all doesn't go to plan.

In the early days when the Potter family began to grow two rings were made…that sounds very cliché I know, but they were made and they are important. They're not powerful magically, but Lily orders me to say that they're magic in their own way.

They are two engagement rings. Just a plain gold band with a single ruby, true Gryffindor colours. Every Potter has worn them at one point or another and around there edges are the initials of every one. Your mother wears hers and mine is on a sliver chain in the envelope for you. Like I said, every Potter has worn one of these rings at one point or another until their daughter or son comes of age or is to be married. When you read this you'll be sixteen, so I know (or hope) that marriage is the last thing on your mind, but the ring is yours all the same.

The rings are connected in many ways but your mother, Sirius or myself will tell you these when the time is right. But one of their secrets I'll tell you now, when both of the rings are being worn just say the other wearer's name into the ruby and you will be able to talk to them…this was very useful in my Hogwarts days, I had given Lily one of the rings in my sixth year, herself and me we're getting along very well by then but I won't bore you with the details, I'd be shocked if you don't already know them.

I love you Harry and wish you well. I know you can defeat Voldemort, I just look in your big green eyes and I can tell (Your mother is leaning over my shoulder reading what I have written and you are in her arms). Never give up!

If I'm not around-your mother just swatted me- I want you to know that I'll always love you, you mother says the same. I hope that you find someone to share these rings with, as I did.

Good luck with your task and Happy Birthday!

James Potter

Harry sat with shaking hands and stinging eyes as he read and re-read the letter over and over again. His father had written it, he had written it for him…

Harry slowly put the letter down beside him before he picked up the envelope. He tipped it upside down over his palm and a golden ring and chain fell out.

As the letter had said, around the rings edges hundreds and hundreds of initials were etched into the shiny gold. In a bigger flowing script were the letters 'J.P', a tiny ruby as the dot between them.

Harry opened the silver clasp of the chain and secured the ring around his neck, it was pleasantly cool against his chest. Smiling broadly Harry re-folded the letter and put the letter back in the old envelope, but something struck him as odd and the smile slipped from his face…what had happened to his mother's ring?

Ron grunted in his sleep as he turned over causing Harry to jump in surprise. He quickly stowed the note at the bottom of his trunk, which had been brought up in the night, he didn't want anyone to see it…not yet.

He looked at the clock on Ron's wall, it was five o'clock. Harry sat back on his bed and began to fiddle with the ring…who had sent it to him?

When no answer came he allowed a smile to tug at his lips as bits and pieces of his father's letter flowed through his mind. I bet Sirius will be laughing as he hands this to you, and I'll be sulking in a corner but I've written it all the same…

"Just in case all doesn't go to plan." Harry said aloud, the stinging in his eyes intensifying

They're not powerful magically, but Lily orders me to say that they're magic in their own way…

I love you Harry and wish you well. I know you can defeat Voldemort, I just look in your big green eyes and I can tell (Your mother is leaning over my shoulder reading what I have written and you are in her arms). Never give up!

In his head he could see his father stooped over a table, the same messy black hair he saw every time he looked in a mirror crowning his head, a feather quill in his hand. The woman he had only seen in pictures slowly leaned over his shoulder; a bundle of blankets in her arms…Harry quickly shook the image from his head as the stinging relented in the form of a single tear.

If I'm not around-your mother just swatted me-

The smile still in place broke as he chuckled quietly. He could see Hermione doing that to Ron.

Ron rolled over and fixed Harry with a groggy grin.

"What chu laughing bout?" he asked before he yawned. Harry quickly wiped the tear from his eye and in the same movement stuffed the ring back under his shirt. Ron sat up and his smile broadened.

"Harry birthday!" he said before he swang his legs over the side of his bed,

"Er…don't you mean 'happy'?"Harry said and for once found the smile wasn't forced.

Ron waved his words away,

"Close enough." he said as closed his eyes and sniffed the air dramatically

"Well? Come on? Can't you smell those pancakes?" Ron asked as he got up and walked over to the door, he waited for Harry as he re-collected his crutches before he stumbled sleepily down the hall. Harry followed him more slowly; his mind was full, no, overflowing he corrected, with the letter that lay at the bottom of his trunk.

"Hurry up!" Ron whined and Harry quickened his pace as another smile formed on his face.

When they finally arrived at the kitchen. Ron dashed in front of Harry and barred his way.

"Are you ready in there?" he shot a grin at Harry and his baffled expression.

"Our little birthday boy is coming" Harry scowled at his words

"Just because you're taller then me…"he said slowly, Ron chuckled and stepped aside, finally allowing Harry into the kitchen.

Harry couldn't stop his jaw going slack. The kitchen was still the same but had been covered in streaming, balloons and a large hand painted banner proclaiming. 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY!' in crimson and gold paint.

"I think he likes it," he heard Ginny say; only then did Harry realise he wasn't alone in the room. All of the Weasleys apart from Charlie, Bill, and Percy where present. Along with Remus, 'Mad Eye' Moody, and a very bright Tonks.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY!" they all yelled at once, and at the same time the twins pointed their wands to the roof and colourful sparks (and one or two canaries) shot into the air. Harry was speechless…he'd never had a birthday worth remembering, and he had a feeling this was one he'd never forget.

"You better shut your mouth before something lands in it." Tonks said playfully but Harry did so quickly.

"I…wow…" was all he could manage to say. Behind him Ron laughed before ushering him towards the kitchen table, someone else pushing him into a seat.

"Happy Birthday Potter, glad you've made it this far." Moody said as he grasped his shoulder tightly, his electric blue eye swivelled madly around in its socket before Moody gave a bark of laughter,

"Looks like you almost didn't, what did you do? Fall down some stairs?" he asked playfully, Harry's face gained colour rapidly and Moody erupted into another fit of gruff laugher.

"By the looks of things you did." he said. Tonks pushed Moody aside and hugged Harry tightly

"Happy birthday Harry," she said before someone cleared their throat loudly, Tonks rolled her eyes before she stepped aside. Remus stood before Harry, a roughly wrapped present in his hand, he gave a weak smile and Harry knew that the incident at Mrs Figg's house was still on his mind.

"Here." he said as he held out the gift. Harry slowly took it from Remus and unwrapped it.

In his hands lay a small shabby book, its cover was stained and scratched but the little initials on it's cover made his breath hitch. 'J.P', for the second time that morning he had received something from his father…or at least something that belonged to him. He looked up and saw Remus looking at him intently,

"Thank you" Harry said, his fingers running over the book's worn leather cover. Remus smiled

"It's his diary…I think" Harry frowned at Remus's words, he arched a brow,

"You think?"

Remus chucked.

"I could never get it opened," he admitted.

"Well. You aren't the only one with a gift for young Harry here. Come on! Hurry up." Tonks said as she bumped Remus away from Harry (with her hip). Proudly she held out a gift that had been haphazardly wrapped, purple paper hung from it and silver string sat in a tangled attempt of a bow on its top

"I wrapped it myself," she said proudly

"Without magic." she added as she pasted the present to Harry. Smiling he pulled at the string, with the single movement the paper collapsed and fell to the floor…Tonks smiled sheepishly.

"I think I'll stick with magic," she admitted as Harry held up the red robes. He frowned at them for a moment before he looked up at Tonks

"But I'm not an Auror!" he blurted, Tonks smiled as she winked

"Yet." she said.

Before he knew it more gifts where piled onto his lap. From Ron he got a new watch, Hermione gave him a book…of course ('An Apocalypse Tale…you thought your life was bad'), Ginny gave him a new set of Quidditch gloves, Mr and Mrs Weasley gave him and assortment of pies and sweats, and Moody gave him another book. ('An Auror's guide, for beginners through to advanced'). As he had passed the book he had said,

"Heard about your little group, the D.A was it? Thought this could help."

Harry looked over at the small pile of gifts in something close to awe. All of these people had wanted to give him a present; sure Ron and Hermione had given him one since second year, but never in person!

"Breakfast!" Molly suddenly declared and Harry felt his stomach lurch. Before he could complain a large plate of pancakes was put before him and everyone else around the table.

"Food!" Ron exclaimed before he began to shovel forkful after forkful of pancakes into his mouth. Looking at his plate Harry felt queasy. He really didn't feel like eating.

"Come on Harry dear. Before they get cold," Molly said from her seat. He forced another smile and picked up his fork. Looking around the table he noticed Remus wasn't touching his plate either.

-oOo-

Hermione was sitting beside Harry, eating slowly; she was worried about her friend. He was battered and bruised and looked worse for wear. Last year really got to him. But how couldn't it? Looking over at him she noticed he was just playing with his food, a far away look in his eyes. She elbowed gently him and whispered

"You should eat." he looked to her with his blank eyes and she could hardly suppress the shiver that tried to run down her spin.

"Hmm." he said, before he looked back to his plate. Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

"Eat Harry. You need to," she persisted. He closed his eyes for a moment before he looked back at her.

"I'm fine Hermione," he said and she couldn't stop the frown that forced its way onto her face.

"Harry. Don't make me force you to." she said and was glade to see a smile (however small) appear on his face.

"Fine 'Moine. I'm eating," he said before he placed a piece of pancake into his mouth. He swallowed it down thickly and asked

"Happy?" she smiled sweetly as she replied

"Extremely," this time Harry rolled his eyes as he ate another mouthful.

-oOo-

When his barely eaten pancakes were taken away Harry slumped in relief.

"Hey Harry-" Ron was interrupted as an official looking barn owl flew in an open window and landed in front of Harry.

"Another owl?" he muttered as he took the letter the owl offered. He looked at the address: Mr Harry James Potter, the Burrow, Ottery St, Catchpole. On the back the Gringotts crest was stamped.

"What do they want with me?" he asked, as he looked around at all the friendly faces, Tonks shrugged.

"Open it and find out" she said and Harry did so.

Mr Harry James Potter,

I Grandal, the head of wills and testimonies am writing to you to inform you of your inheritance.

The deceased James and Lily Potter have left a number of possessions to you in their wills. These are listed on the next page.

You, now considered an adult are able to claim these by sighing the form below and returning it by owl.

Grandal, Head of Wills and Testimonies,

Gringots

Harry read the note aloud before quickly getting the second piece of parchment and scanning all of the items listed. The Potter family vault was his, not just his mother's and father's, a number of heirlooms and…WHAT! Harry stared at the last line, his mouth agape. His eyes glazed. Ron wavedhis hand in front of Harry's face, he didn't move. Ron rolled his eyes and took the paper from Harry's slack hands and read it aloud.

But Harry didn't hear a word, or Ginny's excited squeal. The last line of his inheritance kept repeating in his mind. Godric Hollow estate… he owned a house and land. He didn't have to return to the DURSLEYS!

For a day all thoughts of the ring were pushed from his mind, the prospect of never having to return to the Dursley's mixed with the day of laughter, games and jokes (not to mention cake) dissipated the melancholy mood that had smothered Harry since Sirius's death. How could he stay miserable when Ginny pined the tail on Ron? When Hermione tried to fly Harry's Firebolt? When Moody foiled one of the twins pranks, having 'seen' through it. When Tonks was her clumsy self. When Molly cooked all of Harry's favourite foods? When that night Fred and George made a show of there new fireworks as Dusk fell, only to set them off all at once, which resulted in a very singed set of twins. How could Harry stay upset with all of the antics of his friends?

After the twins 'show' Mad Eye regretfully said he had to leave, and an hour later (after breaking the table the cake had once been on) Tonks said the same, 'before I break anything else' she said with a grin.

At midnight Molly forced the party to move up stairs into bed, but even there Harry and Ron talked about everything and anything until the night sky outside began to lighten.

The next day Harry woke up late, he was the only one in Ron's room. Harry smiled at the memory of his first enjoyable birthday as he got dressed (clumsily) and crutched down to the kitchen.

As he entered he knew something was wrong, all of the Weasleys where crowded around Hermione and talking frantically.

"What happened?" Harry asked as he came closer. Hermione got up, the 'Daily Prophet' in her hand

"He…Vol-He's made his first move Harry" she stuttered. Harry's face-hardened in an instant, his good mood forgotten.

"Show me," he said and Hermione handed the paper to him without a word.

On the front page the bold headline was 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is Back!' A black and white picture of a destroyed castle with the dark mark hovering above the ruins was next to the title. Even in the slightly blurred picture the Darkmark's ghostly light illuminated the rubble.

Durmstrang institute, a school in northern Europe was attacked late last night. The attack confirms the rumours that You-Know-Who has returned. The small castel was in utter ruins after the attack, all of the staff who were on the premises were killed, a total of nine. It was lucky that the attack was before the semester started or countless minors would have been killed.

The Dark mark still hovers above the smouldering rubble as a sign of You-Know-Whos return, one staff member was found near dead, before he died he warned the other schools that an Apocalypse Dragon had risen, before he too died on the scene.

Could an Apocalypse Dragon truly have risen? The Dragon of Destruction is just a creature of fable. And will the other schools take this mans warning? An Attack on a school has not occurred since Grindelwald day! We all fear for our children's lives, if Durmstrang was attacked what will stop him from attacking other Wizarding schools?

-oOo-

On the other side of the world in Australia a girl with a secret read the same acritical in the 'Boomerang', the Australian version of the 'Daily Prophet'. She re-read the passage quickly

"Hey Mi, look at this" the girl called.

A tall, Japanese looking, girl came over and sat heavily beside the blonde girl.

"What chu' got?" she asked, pushing her short-ish black hair behind her ear.

"Some school was attacked in Europe," the blonde girl reported.

"Really?" Mi asked as she snatched the paper from the other girl. Mi read the article quickly then looked up.

"Isn't that near…whatisname…um, Barry Potter, yeah. Isn't that where he lives?" she asked as she handed the paper back to the other girl.

"No! And it's Harry Potter, not Barry Potter, Sheesh. Don't you read? He lives in London anyway." the girl said matter-of-factly. Mi laughed and shook her head,

"Of course I read, I just don't read the crap you do! Mi retorted, the other girl humphed dramatically.

The other girls name was Fen McBain; she was good at Transfiguration and History of Magic, but horrible in Defence against the dark arts, Theory? Easy. Practical? No thanks. Her long straight hair was twisted into a bun and held in place with a hair clasp, the ends cascading spikily in all directions. Her hazel eyes were bright and cheerful, her lips in an exaggerated pout.

Her best friend was still sitting next to her; Mika Kodera, or Mi to her friends. Mi's light blue eyes twinkled as she punched Fen playfully. She pushed her hair back behind her ear, which she had to do often. Mi was in her usual baggy cargo pants and long black singlet. At her wrist, spiked cuffs could be seen clearly, and around her waist was a thick leather belt, which supported a katana. Mika was a sword mage, she used her katana instead of a wand.

Fen smiled broadly,

"My crap is more interesting then the garbage you read!" she said as she fished inside her bag and produced a small magazine. Mi crossed her hands in front of her face as if to ward of an attack

"Uck! Get that away from me!" she said loudly. Fen chuckled and replaced the Australian equivalent of the Quibber back in her bag.

Fen looked around the wizarding mall, witches and wizards walked from shop to shop, small excited children jumped up and down as they pointed at a new broom in a window or owl. Her smile widened, she loved it there.

"Hello? Earth to Fen?" Mika said as she waved her hand infront of fen's face

"Huh? What'd you say?" she asked, Mi rolled her eyes

"What time are you due home?" she repeated.

"Oh, 6:30, you know my mum, you know how she is" Fen said rolling her eyes, Mika smiled

"Good! Enough time to visit the Quidditch store!" She said happily as she slung her full to the brim bag over her shoulder. Fen nodded, she wanted to get herself a new broom, her old 'Swiftstar' was, though reliable, easily outflown on the pitch.

Fen picked up her blue leather bag and followed Mika to the store. She looed down at what she wore, faded flair blue jeans, and a slightly baggy cream singlet with a wide neck line, and her little sliver heart locket with the three tiny rubies pride of place around her neck. Her muggle grandmother had given it to her before she died. Even though the locket was empty she never took it off.

She looked up as they entered the Quidditch supply store, Mi immediately went over to the beater bats stand, since she and Fen where the beaters on one of the teams at Zardia school of magic. Fen went over to the display of Brooms and scanned them quickly. There was an old Comet, Thermal, Jet Stream 7, and a Shooting Star. She spotted one of her own Swiftstar's over in a corner. Mi had a Starfire, the only broom to out rank it was the new Falcon 480, and that was up there with the Firebolt, top class material, along with a top class price.

Fen wandered over to the display case where one of the new Falcon 480s lay on a satin pillow. She looked at the black ebony handle and near white twigs in longing. She could basically feel the smooth airline grip under her fingers…but she knew she didn't have enough gallons to get one. Fen turned back to the brooms she could afford.

"Fen! Come on! We need to go if we're gonna get to your place in time!" Mika urged as she ran past, grabbing Fen's arm.

Fen ran to keep up with Mi's long strides; she looked at her watch and stopped in her tracks

"Mika! We've got another hour!" Fen growled, Mi shrugged

"But, knowing me, I'll get side tracked, lost, or we'll miss the bus." she said Fen smirked before she continued after Mi,

"Good point."

Panting the two friends reached the barrier between the Muggle and Wizarding mall. Together they walked forward and the air around them rippled before they found themselves surrounded by oblivious muggles busy doing there own shopping. Without a word they joined the throng.

A minute later Fen and Mi sat at the buss stop still panting slightly.

"What do you recon' about the whole You-Know-Who thing?" Fen asked, Mika thought for a moment before saying

"Well, he hasn't come anywhere near Australia has he? I mean if he did come here I'd be scared for my family and everything but he hasn't so…yeah. Fell story for the people that live over where he is though."

Fen nodded her agreement, the bus pulled up a moment later and they both paid for their tickets and took a seat. Mika's sheath had a muggle concealment charm on it, only those with magic in their blood could see it.

Fen got the 'Boomerang' back out of her bag and re-read the article, her eyes widened

"One of the teachers said an Apocalypse Dragon did i.t" she muttered, Mi raised a brow

"Huh?"

Fen rolled her eyes

"One of the teachers that survived long enough told a reporter that an Apocalypse Dragon did it." Mi sniggered

"I bet the teacher didn't say that, I bet the reporter just put that in to make it all more interesting." Mika said as she leaned back against her seat and closed her eyes, Fen looked at the article again.

We all fear for our children, if Durmstrang was attacked what will stop him from attacking other wizarding schools? She read yeah, what will? She thought.

Fen looked out the window and saw her stop was coming up, she shook Mi awake and they bother gathered they stuff and shuffled of the bus.

She looked up at the small one story house before her and smiled, her little brother's face was peeping from between the curtains.

"Come on." Fen said and they went up to the door

"MUM! I'm home!" Fen called as she opened the front door with a quick prod with her wand. As Mi and Fen went inside Fen's mother appeared, she was wearing a pair of baggy denim overalls splattered with paint over a yellow t-shirt, her brown hair was tied into a bun and her face was also covered in paint.

"Fen!" Jenny McBain exclaimed as she embraced her daughter

"You actually got here on time! That must be a first," she said happily

"Hello Mika," Jenny added as she saw Mi.

"I've baked biscuits!" she said with a grin.

"LOOKIE, LOOKIE FEN! LOOKIE WHAT ME AND MUMMY DID!" Fen's little brother squealed as he raced down the hall, skidding to a stop in front of her.

"What is it Zak?" Fen asked as he took her hand in his and began leading her towards the lounge. As she went she turned and smiled apologetically at Mi who was shaking her head as she smiled, Mika followed Fen as Zak entered the room.

He jumped up and down as he pointed towards a wall. His tiny hand prints where all over the wall in yellow, red and orange paint. Jenny came in a moment later and sighed.

"He wanted to help," she explained. Fen knelt down and hugged a squirming Zak

"It looks great Zakky," she said as she mussed his brown hair affectionately. Jenny turned to Mika,

"What time are you expected home? If you want you'd be welcome to stay for dinner and you could Floo home afterwards" Jenny offered

"Can I Floo and ask? I'd love to stay." Mika said and Jenny nodded towards the fireplace.

"Hey mum, did you read the 'Boomerang' today?" Fen asked as she hoisted Zak onto her hip

"No, why?" Jenny asked as she pulled the sheets off the furniture.

"It said some school in Europe was attacked by You-Know-Who." Jenny folded the sheet up with a frown, then put the bundle down on the couch.

"Can I see that? Your father mentioned something bout him to me" Fen nodded as she put Zak back down, he looked between his mother and sister

"Who's You-Know-Who?" he asked

"A very bad man" Jenny said, her frown still in place. Fen went over to her bag, which she had dropped by the door and came back with the newspaper.

"Here Mum, front page" she said as she handed the paper to Jenny.

Mika took her head out of the fire; she was pale and her face was ashen.

"What's wrong Mi? Can't you come?" Fen asked Mi, Mika shook her head.

"The Ministry's been attacked…" she said, her hands shaking slightly, Fen quickly went over to her best friend and helped her to her feet and steered her into an arm chair.

"Is your dad okay?" Fen asked softly, knowing Mi's father was the head of the International Magical Correspondence team. Mi nodded,

"He got out…but a lot of the others didn't," she said tearfully. By the look on her face Fen knew she wasn't telling her everything. Jenny put the paper down and knelt beside Mika, hugging her gently to her side, Mika gulped before she said,

"The Dark Mark is above the building"

-oOo-

Harry glared at the page and suddenly he remembered his dream. Hogwarts in flames…a black and green dragon… the sound of Voldemort's victorious laughter.

He's going to attack Hogwarts, he realized with dread.

He sat down heavily.

"What is it Harry?" Ginny asked, seeing the look on Harry's face, Harry looked up into her already fearful face, he couldn't tell the Weasleys that Hogwarts was going to be attacked as well! Hell, he didn't even know if it was for sure!

"He's finally made his first move." Harry said, repeating Hermione.

"But what is ours going to be?" he asked as he looked up.

-oOo-

Jenny's eyes widened in shook.

"No" she whispered. Fen's mind reeled, she paid attention in History of Magic class, and she knew what Europe had gone through in the first war against Voldemort. She couldn't imagine what kind of things they had had to endure.

"Fen, put Zak to bed, Mika you should go home" Jenny said as she approached the fire

"You can Floo there, but I need to talk to Michael first." Mika nodded

"Okay Jenny,"

The two girls quickly retreated to Zak's room with Zak in tow.

"Fen?" he asked as he yawned

"What Zak?" she asked as she put his PJs on him.

"Why's Mummy so sad?" he asked as she tucked him into his bed.

"She's not sad, she's worried" Fen explained as she looked at Mi,

"Bout what?" he asked as he snuggled down in his sheets

"About that bad man" Mika said as she handed Zak his teddy bear.

"Oh" he said, his eyes half closed. Fen kissed his cheek.

"Night Zakky" she said.

"Yeah, night Zak. Sleep tight" Mika added. As the two left the room, Fen turned out the light

"Fen?" Zak asked.

"What Zak?"

"Could you turn the night light on?" he asked, Fen nodded and touched a crystal globe on a table beside the door.

The night sky swirled slowly around inside the sphere. The stars and planets all glowed with an inner light.

"Is it bad I don't like the dark?" Zak asked groggily, Fen shook her head again.

"There are worse things to be afraid of…" she looked towards Zak's now sleeping form,

"And one of them has just arrived." she said sadly as she closed the door behind her.

Fen looked at Mika and asked,

"What happened at the Ministry?" Mika shook her head as she replied,

"The same thing that happened to the school, there's only smoldering rubble left." The girls walked in silence until they got to Fen's room.

The room was done all in blues and greens; her single bed was in the corner, her desk against the opposite wall, and two comfy beanbags where in the middle of the room surrounded by clothes Fen had thrown onto the floor. The two sat on the bags quietly, both lost in there own thoughts,

"What now? That evil dudes attacked Australia directly. Almost killing my dad as he did it! What do you thinks going to happen next?"

Fen stared blankly at the ceiling as she said,

"School starts in two days"

Mi looked at Fen in confusion

"What's that got to do with it?" she asked, Fen looked at Mi directly as she said.

"A school's a target, a soft spot in every country, what happened in Europe proves that! And Durmstrang was a small school, and Zardia isn't much bigger" Mi smiled weakly

"Oh." she said as she dropped her gaze

"That sucks."

"WHAT!" Fen heard her father thunder. She smiled

"Dad's home" she said as she and Mi bounded to the lounge. As they entered the room Michael stepped from the emerald fire.

"What do you mean the Ministry's been attacked!" he demanded. Jenny put her hands on her hips

"How many meanings does the word ATTACKED have?" she snapped. Michael's anger deflated in moments.

"Are you sure it was you know who? I have friends who work in the Ministry-"

"My dad got out in time. So I guess others did too." Mika interrupted. Jenny and Michael turned to face the girls in unison; only just realizing they weren't alone.

Michael was tall and lean but stronger then he looked. His short blond hair was cropped close to his scalp and his blue eyes where usually filled with a mischievous glint.

He worked with dragons in the Australian Dragon reserve. Australia had the most dragons species then any other country. And most of them were endangered. Michael was one of the many wizards and witches who where fighting to protect and reestablish the dwindling Dragon population. Call it a hobby.

"But you're sure? The ministry's really…" Michaels voice trailed off as he searched for the right words.

"Mum said there's only rubble left." Mi put in. Michael and Jenny sheared a meaningful glance before Jenny said,

"It was nice seeing you Mika, I'm glad your father is okay. But I think it might be time for you to go home." Mika nodded

"Okay Jenny, Bye Michael. See you another time Fen." Mi collected her bags and approached the fire,

"See you at school" Fen said as Mika disappeared into the emerald flames with a call of

"41 Appleby Road!"

"Fen have you had dinner yet?" Jenny asked, Fen got the hint, her parents wanted to talk alone.

"No, I'll go and make some" she said as she left the lounge, closing the door behind her. She lent against the closed door, ear to the room.

"Ward the room dear." Fen heard her mother insist. Her father muttered something and Fen shirked as some invisible force zapped her ear.

Rubbing her ear, and glaring at the door murderously Fen made her way to the kitchen. She slumped against the bench, head in her hands, hair escaping it's clasp and falling around her face. Why is He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named attacking Australia? What good would it do? She raised her head and looked around the kitchen. She wasn't hungry; she had too much on her mind. What did that mad man want with Australia?

The plot thickens! i hope you all like Fen McBain and Mika Kodera! cus you'll be seeing alot more of them! and i'm sorry i havn't updated in a while. i've been focusing on 'The Missing Boy' one of my newer stroies. if you like seeing Harry get hurt (i have to say that i do :D) check it out. and all you hopless romantics out there (i caaaaaaaan seeeeee yoooou!) have a look at 'Sweet Sixteen, Sweet Kathleen',

Hope you all liked

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Mali

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