Don't try and rob the Potters
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Harry Leferts
In the field around the old Potter manor, there was quiet under the cloak of the night. The only sounds that could be heard was the rustle of wind across the grass and brush and the normal night time noises. If an artist was there, they would have likely put it to paper as it was a beautiful desolation of sorts. Where they stood, the ruins of the old manor stood guard still, silent but giving a feeling, if one could feel it, of hope. For the last of it's line of Masters had visited it and more then once commented on how it would be rebuilt. At long last, feet would roam it's corridors, the sounds of laughter and merriment echoing past the walls. One could be forgiven that it would be another peaceful night.
Until, that is, that is, two shadowy shapes crossed over into the boundary of the property.
With the use of magic, the two snuck across the grounds quietly. Both of them sure in both experience and pride that none would come across them. After all, they were old hats at this sort of thing. More then one owner had arrived home to find all their valuables gone at the hands of these two. Coming to a stop, one of them looked at the ruins of the manor, now seemingly looming above the grass with a quiet menace. "Blimey, will you look at that? Place is nearly gone, it is."
Grunting his companion looked before shrugging. "Aye. And so what? Mighty stupid of them Potters not to be more ready for You-Know-Who."
Just humming, the first man considered that before shrugging. "What do you think, Sean? Anything left taking in there?"
Only scowling, Sean turned and glared. "Don't be using my name, you daft fool! And as to your question, I doubt it. If there was anything it is long gone. Ain't like it was during the war."
That got him chuckles. "I remember. It was so easy to get past those spells the Aurors put up at places the Death Eaters attacked."
Softly snorting, Sean shook his head. "Agreed. And it ain't like the dead were needing what they had while alive! Now let's get a move on, I want to get at least one or maybe two hauls out by the time the morning comes. We'll return another night... maybe check the grounds to see if the rumours be true."
Raising an eyebrow, the other thief blinked some. "Rumours? What sort of rumours?"
Now grinning, Sean turned to look at his companion, greed shining in his eyes. "Of treasure! You see... The Potters never really trusted anyone, Geoff. Especially not them money grubbing goblins. According to th' stories told, the Potters made sure to bury gold and silver around here in these large, iron cauldrons. A real fortune for the taking just in case the goblins rebelled again."
Eyes wide, Geoff shook his head in disbelief. "Can't be true! The goblins would notice, they would! I heard that they keep track of all their coins somehow."
Laughing, Sean shook his head. "Oh, it's possible. Just a little bit at a time and it all adds up. But the goblin gold and silver was a trick! A distraction for the goblins from the real treasure. Way I heard it, the real treasure was in Muggle gold and silver. Stuff they called 'Dabloons' and 'Pieces of eight'."
That got him a scoff from Geoff as they passed the one remaining part of the manor. "Pieces of eight? Now I know that your pulling my leg you are. Even I know that you can't break an eight into pieces!"
All Sean did was shrug though. "Tha's how I heard about it. 'Sides, we can come back and look later, we were just lucky enough to overhear that giant woman with Harry Potter. And a small tracking charm on the kid and bam! We know where the bloody place was, didn' we?"
Inside the tower, impaled upon a spike, the skull of Catherine sat. Then, slowly, two small flames appeared in it's empty eye sockets. With a grating sound, it then turned in the direction of the thieves as mist began to pour out it's open mouth and a glow filled the room. Outside, Geoff shuddered and rubbed his arms. "You feel that just now, mate?"
Nodding, Sean frowned as they reached within eyesight of the stone building. "Aye, I did. Nothin' that worry about though, probably just some old spells. Let's just hurry up with this."
Unnerved, the two kept close to the small hill beside them as they crept closer and closer. Just as they reached it though, they stopped at a giggle. Turning, they blinked at the sight of a green haired woman, vines and leaves entwined with her hair. "My, my, and what do we have here? Two would be thieves who would steal from those of my blood?"
Pulling out their wands, the two glared with Sean sneering. "Blood huh? Relative of the Potters?"
Much to their confusion, the woman seemed more amused then anything else and shifted. "Oh, more like they are mine. For one of theirs gave Me and Mine a home away from the Courts. And for that, they only asked that we protect their treasures from those like you. I did gift the one who gave us such a gift with a grandson as his son could bear no heir and yet was of agreeable sort to Mine. And My blood had run true for they have made much mischief." Then her expression turned stern as fog began to drift across the grounds from the ruined manor. "And here you are, trying to take what belongs to Ours. But what fun we shall have!"
A yowl caused them both to turn to the side where a cat now sat in front of the doors to the storage shed. It was black of fur except for a spot of white upon it's chest. However, it was not a normal cat if the flames trailing from it's eyes had anything to say about it. The cat's stare fixed the two thieves in place for several seconds before the clopping of hooves caused them to turn back to the woman.
Except now, there were small globes of light around her just floating there. Orbs which the two men could see were not being generated by anything, though every once in a while, there seemed to be laughing faces in them. Suddenly, Sean whipped out his wand and sent a red spell at the woman. Chuckling, she caught the spell in one hand, the energy gathering there. Then in a flash, it was replaced by a brilliant red apple that she sniffed and then took a bite out of. "Mmm, wonderful. I must thank you for such a lovely snack before we begin our merriment."
Shaking his head, Geoff gulped and then began to run back the way that they came. Upon seeing that, Sean snarled at him while keeping an eye on the woman. "You coward! Get back here!"
However, Geoff only shook his head as he continued to run, unable to apparate. "I ain't dying for the likes of you!"
Moments later, he entered the bank of fog and the woman only giggled a bit. "Well now, just you and I now." At a blood curdling scream, she shook her head. "Seems that your friend has met lovely Catherine. My, my, I suppose that we shall need to scratch him off the guest list, for he has another appointment that he must get to."
Just shuddering as the scream suddenly cut off, Geoff swallowed as he began to back up. 'Just need to reach that hill. Once I got to the top, I can get out of sight of the likes of her.' Picking up on her amusement, he grimaced a bit before sending another spell that she caught, and then turned into a piece of fruit. 'Lucky me, the Moon being behind gives me plenty... of...'
Everything for him froze as he glanced up to see that the Moon was obscured by the clouds in front of him. Eyes widening, he turned and let out a scream as he was pulled off his feet and dragged away. Childish giggles could be heard all around.
Not even several minutes later, the fog dissipated and the Moon and stars once more shone down upon the grounds of the ruined manor. All once more at peace with the only oddity being the large crack in the hill that slowly closed with an odd glow deep in it and what sounded like giggles.
Then it, too, vanished. Just like the signs of the two men...
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Blinking, Harry suddenly stopped and frowned a bit. Slightly ahead of him, Hamakaze paused and turned to look at him. "Is something wrong, Harry-San?"
Still standing there, Harry scratched the side of his head in confusion. "You ever get an odd feeling? Like something happened that kind of involves you, but at the same time doesn't? That sort of thing?"
Frowning, Hamakaze shook her head with an expression of slight confusion on her face. "I... Can't say that I have, no."
After a few more seconds, Harry just shook his head. "Probably my imagination or something." It was then that he spotted several shipgirls with a Canadian Destroyer at the head of the group. A grin sprang up on his face as he began to wave. "Miss Haida! Miss Haida! Over here!?
Only chuckling, the shipgirl Haida made her way over with a slight smile as her red hair moved in the breeze. "Hey there, Harry. Been a while, hmm?" Reaching land, she stepped onto the nearby boat ramp with her rigging vanishing in sparkles of light. With a stretch, she sighed before spotting Hamakaze and giving a smile as she held out a hand. "Hello there, I'm the Destroyer Haida, of the Royal Canadian Navy. Tribal class, of course."
Hamakaze slowly nodded and then shook the offered hand with a slightly interested look. "I am the Destroyer Hamakaze, of the JMSDF and of the Kagerou class." As they let go of each other's hands, Hamakaze raised an eyebrow at the large ship flying the Canadian ensign. "That is a rather odd Carrier."
Looking over her shoulder, Haida just shrugged a bit before chuckling, "Maybe, but Little Maggie there does her job well. Converted Container Ship or no."
Interested, Hamakaze looked over at her. "Little Maggie? Container ship?"
Slowly, Haida nodded some. "Yeah, her name's Magnificent and she's named after a Carrier we had. But we like to call her Little Maggie. As to the Container Ship? She was converted from one at the start of the war. Mostly for helicopters for ASW though we can fly Harriers off her as well..." Frowning thoughtfully, the Canadian Destroyer finally shrugged. "We're not the only ones with ships like that. A number of other nations did the same like the Irish, the New Zealanders, and so on."
Just considering that, the white haired Destroyer slowly nodded. "I see... that's rather interesting."
With a chuckle, Haida then turned back to Harry and winked. "By the way, kiddo, I got something for you." She made a show of looking around before leaning in. "I remember what you asked me the last time I was here. So I got you some maple syrup, right from Canada."
Now surprised himself, Harry looked at her. "Really? You did?"
Unable to help herself, Haida laughed. "Yup! Sure did. The real stuff, not that sugar water shit that Jersey keeps going on about."
All Harry did was laugh at that while he began planning for a group of three Destroyers.
In the field around the old Potter manor, there was quiet under the cloak of the night. The only sounds that could be heard was the rustle of wind across the grass and brush and the normal night time noises. If an artist was there, they would have likely put it to paper as it was a beautiful desolation of sorts. Where they stood, the ruins of the old manor stood guard still, silent but giving a feeling, if one could feel it, of hope. For the last of it's line of Masters had visited it and more then once commented on how it would be rebuilt. At long last, feet would roam it's corridors, the sounds of laughter and merriment echoing past the walls. One could be forgiven that it would be another peaceful night.
Until, that is, that is, two shadowy shapes crossed over into the boundary of the property.
With the use of magic, the two snuck across the grounds quietly. Both of them sure in both experience and pride that none would come across them. After all, they were old hats at this sort of thing. More then one owner had arrived home to find all their valuables gone at the hands of these two. Coming to a stop, one of them looked at the ruins of the manor, now seemingly looming above the grass with a quiet menace. "Blimey, will you look at that? Place is nearly gone, it is."
Grunting his companion looked before shrugging. "Aye. And so what? Mighty stupid of them Potters not to be more ready for You-Know-Who."
Just humming, the first man considered that before shrugging. "What do you think, Sean? Anything left taking in there?"
Only scowling, Sean turned and glared. "Don't be using my name, you daft fool! And as to your question, I doubt it. If there was anything it is long gone. Ain't like it was during the war."
That got him chuckles. "I remember. It was so easy to get past those spells the Aurors put up at places the Death Eaters attacked."
Softly snorting, Sean shook his head. "Agreed. And it ain't like the dead were needing what they had while alive! Now let's get a move on, I want to get at least one or maybe two hauls out by the time the morning comes. We'll return another night... maybe check the grounds to see if the rumours be true."
Raising an eyebrow, the other thief blinked some. "Rumours? What sort of rumours?"
Now grinning, Sean turned to look at his companion, greed shining in his eyes. "Of treasure! You see... The Potters never really trusted anyone, Geoff. Especially not them money grubbing goblins. According to th' stories told, the Potters made sure to bury gold and silver around here in these large, iron cauldrons. A real fortune for the taking just in case the goblins rebelled again."
Eyes wide, Geoff shook his head in disbelief. "Can't be true! The goblins would notice, they would! I heard that they keep track of all their coins somehow."
Laughing, Sean shook his head. "Oh, it's possible. Just a little bit at a time and it all adds up. But the goblin gold and silver was a trick! A distraction for the goblins from the real treasure. Way I heard it, the real treasure was in Muggle gold and silver. Stuff they called 'Dabloons' and 'Pieces of eight'."
That got him a scoff from Geoff as they passed the one remaining part of the manor. "Pieces of eight? Now I know that your pulling my leg you are. Even I know that you can't break an eight into pieces!"
All Sean did was shrug though. "Tha's how I heard about it. 'Sides, we can come back and look later, we were just lucky enough to overhear that giant woman with Harry Potter. And a small tracking charm on the kid and bam! We know where the bloody place was, didn' we?"
Inside the tower, impaled upon a spike, the skull of Catherine sat. Then, slowly, two small flames appeared in it's empty eye sockets. With a grating sound, it then turned in the direction of the thieves as mist began to pour out it's open mouth and a glow filled the room. Outside, Geoff shuddered and rubbed his arms. "You feel that just now, mate?"
Nodding, Sean frowned as they reached within eyesight of the stone building. "Aye, I did. Nothin' that worry about though, probably just some old spells. Let's just hurry up with this."
Unnerved, the two kept close to the small hill beside them as they crept closer and closer. Just as they reached it though, they stopped at a giggle. Turning, they blinked at the sight of a green haired woman, vines and leaves entwined with her hair. "My, my, and what do we have here? Two would be thieves who would steal from those of my blood?"
Pulling out their wands, the two glared with Sean sneering. "Blood huh? Relative of the Potters?"
Much to their confusion, the woman seemed more amused then anything else and shifted. "Oh, more like they are mine. For one of theirs gave Me and Mine a home away from the Courts. And for that, they only asked that we protect their treasures from those like you. I did gift the one who gave us such a gift with a grandson as his son could bear no heir and yet was of agreeable sort to Mine. And My blood had run true for they have made much mischief." Then her expression turned stern as fog began to drift across the grounds from the ruined manor. "And here you are, trying to take what belongs to Ours. But what fun we shall have!"
A yowl caused them both to turn to the side where a cat now sat in front of the doors to the storage shed. It was black of fur except for a spot of white upon it's chest. However, it was not a normal cat if the flames trailing from it's eyes had anything to say about it. The cat's stare fixed the two thieves in place for several seconds before the clopping of hooves caused them to turn back to the woman.
Except now, there were small globes of light around her just floating there. Orbs which the two men could see were not being generated by anything, though every once in a while, there seemed to be laughing faces in them. Suddenly, Sean whipped out his wand and sent a red spell at the woman. Chuckling, she caught the spell in one hand, the energy gathering there. Then in a flash, it was replaced by a brilliant red apple that she sniffed and then took a bite out of. "Mmm, wonderful. I must thank you for such a lovely snack before we begin our merriment."
Shaking his head, Geoff gulped and then began to run back the way that they came. Upon seeing that, Sean snarled at him while keeping an eye on the woman. "You coward! Get back here!"
However, Geoff only shook his head as he continued to run, unable to apparate. "I ain't dying for the likes of you!"
Moments later, he entered the bank of fog and the woman only giggled a bit. "Well now, just you and I now." At a blood curdling scream, she shook her head. "Seems that your friend has met lovely Catherine. My, my, I suppose that we shall need to scratch him off the guest list, for he has another appointment that he must get to."
Just shuddering as the scream suddenly cut off, Geoff swallowed as he began to back up. 'Just need to reach that hill. Once I got to the top, I can get out of sight of the likes of her.' Picking up on her amusement, he grimaced a bit before sending another spell that she caught, and then turned into a piece of fruit. 'Lucky me, the Moon being behind gives me plenty... of...'
Everything for him froze as he glanced up to see that the Moon was obscured by the clouds in front of him. Eyes widening, he turned and let out a scream as he was pulled off his feet and dragged away. Childish giggles could be heard all around.
Not even several minutes later, the fog dissipated and the Moon and stars once more shone down upon the grounds of the ruined manor. All once more at peace with the only oddity being the large crack in the hill that slowly closed with an odd glow deep in it and what sounded like giggles.
Then it, too, vanished. Just like the signs of the two men...
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Blinking, Harry suddenly stopped and frowned a bit. Slightly ahead of him, Hamakaze paused and turned to look at him. "Is something wrong, Harry-San?"
Still standing there, Harry scratched the side of his head in confusion. "You ever get an odd feeling? Like something happened that kind of involves you, but at the same time doesn't? That sort of thing?"
Frowning, Hamakaze shook her head with an expression of slight confusion on her face. "I... Can't say that I have, no."
After a few more seconds, Harry just shook his head. "Probably my imagination or something." It was then that he spotted several shipgirls with a Canadian Destroyer at the head of the group. A grin sprang up on his face as he began to wave. "Miss Haida! Miss Haida! Over here!?
Only chuckling, the shipgirl Haida made her way over with a slight smile as her red hair moved in the breeze. "Hey there, Harry. Been a while, hmm?" Reaching land, she stepped onto the nearby boat ramp with her rigging vanishing in sparkles of light. With a stretch, she sighed before spotting Hamakaze and giving a smile as she held out a hand. "Hello there, I'm the Destroyer Haida, of the Royal Canadian Navy. Tribal class, of course."
Hamakaze slowly nodded and then shook the offered hand with a slightly interested look. "I am the Destroyer Hamakaze, of the JMSDF and of the Kagerou class." As they let go of each other's hands, Hamakaze raised an eyebrow at the large ship flying the Canadian ensign. "That is a rather odd Carrier."
Looking over her shoulder, Haida just shrugged a bit before chuckling, "Maybe, but Little Maggie there does her job well. Converted Container Ship or no."
Interested, Hamakaze looked over at her. "Little Maggie? Container ship?"
Slowly, Haida nodded some. "Yeah, her name's Magnificent and she's named after a Carrier we had. But we like to call her Little Maggie. As to the Container Ship? She was converted from one at the start of the war. Mostly for helicopters for ASW though we can fly Harriers off her as well..." Frowning thoughtfully, the Canadian Destroyer finally shrugged. "We're not the only ones with ships like that. A number of other nations did the same like the Irish, the New Zealanders, and so on."
Just considering that, the white haired Destroyer slowly nodded. "I see... that's rather interesting."
With a chuckle, Haida then turned back to Harry and winked. "By the way, kiddo, I got something for you." She made a show of looking around before leaning in. "I remember what you asked me the last time I was here. So I got you some maple syrup, right from Canada."
Now surprised himself, Harry looked at her. "Really? You did?"
Unable to help herself, Haida laughed. "Yup! Sure did. The real stuff, not that sugar water shit that Jersey keeps going on about."
All Harry did was laugh at that while he began planning for a group of three Destroyers.