The story is back! I am so sorry for those of you that have waited over a year for the new chapter to be released. I realized very quickly that college is alot more overwhelming and challenging than I originally anticipated and once I did have the time to write huge familial issues took over my life. To say that life became too overwhelming would be an understatement. Either way, thank you all for coming back and I hope you all enjoy the new chapter.
"Normal Speech"
'Parseltongue'
'thoughts'
"Emphases"
'Mental Speech'
Harry went back to ready the story. For now he wants nothing more then to forget the real world and continue to pretend as though he existed in his new found fairy tale. A sweet blissful fantasy.
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Hermione and Luna ended up going to a super market a couple miles away from where their house was. It was a small market for one in the country of France, but it had plenty for them to buy to satisfy everyone. Luna wondered around, looking at all the shelves filled with different muggle supplies and processed foods. She wondered dreamily, but not too far away from Hermione in cause of an emergency.
Hermione, while hidden among the many shelves, summoned her muggle money from her purse and counted them to see how many euros she had.
€4000, enough to last them for quite some time, if need be there were many ways to get more money. Some of those ways she did not want to think about using, but if it had to be done... it would be done.
They filled the cart with foods that would last them as long as possible. Lots of food staples such as flour to make things from scratch, and food that they can use preserving charms on or the freezer in the house to limit how much magic they have to use. Luna came over to the cart with a large bag of potatoe chips. Hermione shoke her head as Luna asked what they were. "Escentially, they are fried thin slices of potatoes."
"Oh. Can we get some? There was on called Barbeque, and I have never had anything called Barbeque." Luna asked as she walked back to the shelves with huge bags of chips, Hermione following her with the cart. "Sure, but get the large bags, we will get it cheaper per unit and more for our money's worth." Luna put 2 large bags into the cart, one of Barbeque and one of Plain.
They start the walk back to the house after buying groceries, once they were out of site of anyone they put groceries in Hermione's bag with its extension charms on it. The walk was quite and peace, very contrast to the environment they were just over a week ago. They both knew that such peace wouldn't last, that they would have to once again go into the most dangerous place in the world most likely to rescue Harry. No doubt he was well hidden, and behind powerful wards. They would have to find powerful locating spells to even find him, and then find a way past the wards. Where could they even find such things?
"The Magical Library of Paris."
Hermione was suddenly pulled from her thoughts and looked at Luna. "What?"
"You were thinking of how we could get the knowledge we need to find Harry, yes? We could go to the Magical Library of Paris. They are suppose to have lots of ancient tombs, and You-Know-Who does not have a strong influence in France yet, so we should not have to worry too much about the safety risk of going. We will only need to figure up how to get there."
Hermione stared in disbelieve. Of course she have thought of the Magical Library of Paris. If was right there in her face. "I do not know how you do it Luna, but you are amazing. We need to hurry up so we can talk with the others!" And Hermione hurry up into a quick half-jog half-run. Luna merely smiled and followed Hermione as they made their way back to the house.
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( The prince narrowly missed the sword his younger brother swung at him. "Brother what are you doing?!"
"I am taking what was meant to be mine! I was suppose to take the throne, not some uncultured swine like you!" He swung again but the prince was too far away. "I was to be King Argreld! But now I will be no one. . . You should have stayed in the woods with your half horse freak family!"
The prince balled his fist. "Do not ever talk about my family Argreld . . . They protected me." Cracks appeared in the windows. "They provided everything I needed." The room began to shake. "They loved when no one else did!" Power the strength of a hundred wizards erupted from the Prince. Argreld was thrown against the wall from the force and held there by the rampaging magic.
"I am the heir to Freya and Trendal, King and Queen of the Trokin Kingdom! I am Prince Harold and I shall become King of my 18th birthday! I shall not allow you to talk down upon me or those who raised me when my own family abandoned me!"
Slowly, the Argreld's disbelief, the bracelet of Alfegold appeared upon Harold's wrist, the bracelet that can only be worn by the true, chosen King of Trokin. Argreld's fate was sealed, even if he managed to overpower his brother, the King had been chosen by The Lady of Magic. Her will, was the law of all.
Lillana went over to her little brother and placed a hand gently on his shoulder. "And you will be king, Harold. For Lady Magic has declared it, and your birth declared it." Gently, she reached down to his arm where the bracelet appeared and lifted it so Harold could see. His eyes widened as he saw it and slowly his magic calmed.
"I am now..."
"King." She finished for him, and smiled brightly at him. And she slowly lowered herself to her knees. "All hail King Harold!'
Everyone else present in the hall dropped to their knees as well. "All hail King Harold!" )
"Master Harry!"
Harry was suddenly pulled from the story and looked up at the window. It was dark outside of the window he sat in front of. From the window he looked to his side where Gering was standing.
"Master Harry, it is bed time, and you did not eat dinner." He point the the plate of pasta with meat that sat in front of him.
"My apologizes Gering, can you make me something small to eat before I go to bed?"
"Of course Master Harry, I bring you to room first." Lightly he grabbed Harry's hand and lead him back to his room. Harry looked at the book in his hand, it was nearly complete, he has 1/4th of the book left. He couldn't believe that he completely tuned out the real world that a house elf actually had to yell to him to get his attention. Now he completely understood Hermione's love of reading anything she coud get her hands on. It was an escape and a way that you can learn things from a whole different perspective. A way to be someone who you aren't, a way to gain new experiences that you could never, or never wanted to, experience in the real world. Harry could picture the look on Hermione's and Ron's faces if he could tell them. Hermione would be excited and probably a little proud that he awoken a little bookworm from them. Ron would be upset that Hermione had "poisoned" him with her Ravenclaw qualities.
Gering left him in his room and food shortly appeared on his bedside table. A small bowl of grilled chicken with rice and steamed vegatables.
Harry ate, and pulled his musing back into the situation he was in. He was trapped in Voldemort's home, or at least what he assumed was Voldemort's home. And he made the agreement to not try to escape so his friend's life would be spared. No formal vow was made, but Harry somehow knew that Voldemort would keep the promise unless he was forced to break it. Harry was unsure how he knew, but he did.
'Becuase you would do the same.' The voice of the horcrux spoke for the first time that day.
'Can I not get a whole day without your voice ruining it?"
"Well it has been a whole day since I have said a thing." The voice said back.
'Sure, you probably got just as engrossed in the story as I found myself.' Harry felt slight irritation from the horcrux before it quited, telling Harry he was correct in his assumption. 'Guess I need to read more so he stays out of my hair.' He thought. But from that thought, Harry's mind wondered toward the coversation they had the other day, about how he survived the second Killing Curse of his life, although he now has survived three, and how he saw Dumbledore. Even the horcrux said it was real. But how. How could he go to the afterlife. What if the Horcrux has something wrong about how he survived. But what that could be... Harry did not know how though. Something just told him that something was not what they thought it was. Somehow... they were wrong.
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'The issue is we do not even know how to get into the library, or where it is even is."
"I know Ronald, but its the only thing we currently got, that is a viable option."
"Hermione is right, but none of use have any idea where it even it. If it is in the Ministry then it could be an issue, because even if the war isn't this far south, You-Know-Who may have spies in the French Ministry." Neville said softly. Everyone hung their head, looking at the hardwood floors.
No one knew anything about the magical communities in France, only that they have an all girls school called Beauxbatons. And they only knew that from the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
"Oh Merlin, wait a minute!" Ginny yelled suddenly and shot up from her seat at bolted up the stairs.
"Gin, where are you going?" Ron and the others jumped out of their seats and followed her up the stairs.
"Books! There are books here, they are in French, but there are books that could be useful!" Ginny turned into a small upstairs sitting room have a a bookself. It was 2 1/2 feet tall with three shelves, and it was filled with books. All in french.
"Should we use a translation spell on them?" Neville suggested.
"Translation spells would be helpful, but the only ones I know translate one page at a time. And thats too much magic to be using." Hermione replied, somberly. They Malfoys trankfully warned them that You-Know-Who had found a spell that can track a persons magic over large distances. Hence the reason they needed to be careful with how much magic they used. The more magic used, the easier it was to track. They could not risk it, especially they were still so close. If they can make it to Paris where the Library may be then they can use magic, but they still would have to be cautious. You-Know-Who is powerful, more than any one of them here.
"What about this?" Luna held up a book that said Dictionnaire Français Anglais. Hermione took the book from her hands. "Gues we are doing this the hard way.
"What is that Hermione?" Ronald asked.
"A dictionary. A book of french to english translation."
"So we should start translating all the book titles? Then if the books seem useful we start translating the contents?" Ginny asked as she took the dictionary to look at it.
"Yep." Hermione replied. "I'll start the translating since I am the bookworm here."
"Alright, the I will make everyone something to eat since it is already lunch time." Ginny want down the stairs to the kitchen, Neville and Luna following her expressing desires to help with the preparations.
Ron stayed behind, and grabbed some of the books. "I will help you Hermione." And grabed some more books, sitting in the chair next to Hermione and they started a pattern of passing the dictionary back and forth, in between uses writng down the names of each book on a piece of paper and setting the translation on top of each.
Meanwhile in the kitchen Neville was chopping up vegetables into fine pieces, Ginny preparing several pieces of chicken thighs, and Luna preparing some angel hair noodles. But Ginny's mind was elsewhere. She was worried for Harry, the love of her life. He was in the hands of Voldemort, that monster, and she shuddered at the thought of Harry being totured endlessly by Voldemort, or Bellatrix. How that bitch managed to scapegoat her way out my her mothers medusa-like spell she doesn't know. Bellatrix was smarter than she looked. But at last... she got free, and proudly stood behind Voldemort as he tore her Harry down into pieces with that dreadful tongue of serpents. She asked Ron countless times what Voldemort said to him, but he refused to say. That made her more worried. Could it be that maybe he has more horcruxes? She knew she should not have known about them, but she overheard Ron and Hermione talking about them when they thought no one else was around. It had to of been. And because of the connection Harry has with Voldemort, Harry could find out where they were. But they had to of missed some. She realized the diary of Tom Riddle was a horcrux. It made sense. And Harry destroyed that one. So that was one horcrux, but she has no idea how many he even made.
'I know it seems like we are doing nothing Harry,' she thought. 'But we will find you, and we will destroy Voldemort together.'
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Thank you all for reading the chapter and sticking with me through this over year long hiatus. Much love to all of you, and please leave a review as to how you like the story so far!