The Crystal of Tempest

Chapter 3: An Attack on Godric's Hollow

"What's all that shouting?" asked Lin. She was reading a book in the Royal Nursery while James was swinging around a wooden sword. Virginia was asleep in her bed.

"I dunno," said James. "Maybe it's New Years."

"James! New Years was a month and a half ago."

"I know that Lin." James stood up and made his way to the window. He looked out and gasped at what he saw. Lin clearly saw that look of horror that crossed her twin's face.

"James what is it?" she asked. When James said nothing, Lin also made her way to the window. What she saw was horrified her beyond belief.

The outskirts of the city were on fire! A lot of shouting could be heard and there were bright green lights flashing in the flaming zones. Screams were carried by the wind and heard quite clearly in the West Wing where the nursery was.

"Oh my God," muttered Lin. Her face was pale, her body was shaking, and tears started to build up in her eyes. "The city...all those people...what is going on?"

Before another second was lost, James ran out of the nursery and dashed down the steps. Lin shouted, "James, don't go! Stay here!" But James completely ignored his sister as he ran as fast as he could toward the city, evading panicking servants in the process.

* * *

Godric's City was under attack. Such an event hadn't happened for years, since the conclusion of the War against Voldemort. For this reason, the residents of the city started panicking as hundreds of mysterious cultists, calling themselves "The Children of Tempest", started putting buildings on fire and killing off commoners and muggles that lived in the city.

However, Godric's Hollow was the Greatest Fortress City in all of Magiterran and the capitol of the most military oriented kingdom of the Alliance. As a result, the cultists had to face the greatest soldiers and Mage Knights in all the Alliance.

Standing at the front line of the battle was General Oliver Wood, second in command of the Gryffindor military. It was Wood's cool organization that kept that Gryffindor forces from falling out of control. Wood himself was fighting cultists at the forefront, twirling his spear around skillfully. However, enemies soon started to overwhelm him and before he knew it, cultists surrounded Wood.

"Damn!" he cursed. Cultists swarmed around him brandishing their weapons and Wood twirled his spear around, mustering all of the self-defense techniques he knew. However, one cultist finally managed to kick Wood in the gut. Wood bent over in pain and the cultist was about to run him through when suddenly, a sword flashed and the cultist was decapitated. Wood looked up to see who was his rescuer.

"General Weasley," said Wood, instantly recognizing his commanding officer.

Ron helped Wood to his feet. "You OK?" he asked. When Wood nodded, Ron said, "Come on, we're needed elsewhere." He and Wood took off to sections where the fighting was thicker.

In another part of the city, Mage Knights Sir Angelina Johnson, Sir Katie Bell, and Sir Alicia Spinnet were fighting off cultists. During the duel, one of the cultist's battle-axes grazed Angelina's right shoulder. Angelina grimaced in pain and sank to her knees.

"Angelina!" Sir Katie stabbed the cultist whom had wounded Angelina and made it over to her friend. "Are you all right?"

"I'll live," said Angelina, despite her pain.

Sir Alicia was meanwhile fighting another cultist. After deflecting a few blows from the cultist's sword, Alicia made a flying leap over the cultist's head, kicked on the wall of a house behind the cultist, spun around midair and landed a kick with her right foot onto the cultist's face. The cultist was knocked out for the count.

It was then that Alicia noticed that there was another cultist about a hundred yards away, holding a dagger at the throat of a young boy about ten years old. "Oh my God!" she muttered.

Starting to panic, Alicia made a mad dash toward the cultist. But when she had only made a few steps, an arrow flew past Alicia's face from behind and hit the cultist between the eyes. The cultist fell over dead as Alicia gathered the crying boy into her arms.

It was Ginny whom had shot the arrow. She quickly placed another arrow into her bow and shot another cultist who was trying to ambush Angelina and Katie. Ginny made her way over to Alicia and asked, "The boy, is he hurt?"

"No," said Alicia. "But he's in shock. I'll take him to somewhere safe." Ginny nodded and Alicia carried the boy away from the battle zone. Ginny then made her way to Angelina and Katie. She inspected the wound on Angelina's shoulder.

"Its deep," said Ginny. "But not fatal. You should get it disinfected now."

"I can still fight!" demanded Angelina.

"If you continue fighting, you'll lose your arm to infection," said Ginny. "You've done enough, let us take care of the rest." Angelina reluctantly agreed and started to make her way out of the battle zone.

Ron's voice was heard saying, "There you are." Ginny looked behind her to see Ron and Wood make their way up to them. "There are more cultists down by the southern gates," said Ron.

"Let's go," said Ginny. She, Ron, Katie, and Wood started running toward the south where the battle was still raging.

* * *

A battle zone was not the place for a six-year-old child. There were some things that a six-year-old boy should never have to see and one of those things should be people being hurt and killed. But James couldn't just stand still. He was old enough to know what pain and suffering was and he could not just stay still in the palace while the citizens of the city suffered.

James had snuck out into the city on a number of occasions. He therefore knew the city backwards and forwards and had no problem making his way to the forefront of the battle. What he saw there were things that a child should never see. Yet, James was still determined to help people who were suffering.

He came across a young woman and her baby. The baby was crying and the mother was trying to calm the baby despite the fact that her right leg was injured. James made his way over to the woman and took her arm.

"Come on, let's go," he said.

The woman was completely startled. "Your highness?" she asked, shocked to see the young heir to the throne out in the midst of a battle zone. "Your highness, you shouldn't be here."

"That doesn't matter!" hissed James. With strength that was amazing for a six-year-old, James helped the woman to her feet and started to lead her away.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" came a cold, cruel voice from behind them. James froze in fear, and he slowly looked behind to see a sinister looking cultist brandishing a sword. "Three more victims," said the cultist, "this must be my lucky day."

James's fear was suddenly replaced with a burning anger, which he had never felt in young life. He yelled as loud as he could and tackled the cultist! The cultist was completely caught by surprise and was bowled over by the small boy.

Not yet finished, James caught sight of a large dagger (which for him was a short sword) on the ground near by. He picked it up and started swinging it at the cultist whom had just got up.

The cultist was completely caught off guard the young boy with his short sword. James had a natural skill with swords, just like his father, and was putting up a good fight against the cultist. However, the cultist was far more older and far more experienced than the young boy, and he soon disarmed James.

James adrenaline rush cooled down and the fear returned. He stared, paralyzed, at the cultist's sword as the cultist lifted it over his head. "Too bad," said the cultist. "You would've made a great Mage Knight."

The cultist was just about to kill James when none other than Sir Harry Potter leapt from the side. In a roar of rage, Harry landed a flying kick into the cultist's face. The cultist quickly scrambled back to his feet as Harry readied himself for battle, his silver and scarlet Mage Knight armor gleaming, and the ruby-encrusted sword of Godric Gryffindor shining in his right hand.

James was floored by relief when he realized that his father had just saved his life. As he wearily sank to the ground, his mother came ran forward, wearing glistening Mage Knight armor herself, and pulled James into a strong hug.

"Oh James, are you all right? What are you doing here? Where are your sisters?" questioned a half panicked Hermione as she hugged James closely to her body, tears in her eyes.

James barely registered the fact that this was the first time he had never seen his mother in Mage Knight armor, though he had seen his father wearing the armor often. As Hermione hugged him fiercely, reality dawned on James and he slowly realized that he could've died because of his rash behaviour. He started to cry in Hermione's arms.

Harry meanwhile was duelingthe cultist. The cultist vainly tried to fight the enraged Mage Knight off but Harry was far superior in terms of both magic and sword skill. The cultist tried to land as many blows as he could on Harry but Harry simply parried back and forth and deflected all the blows. Finally, caught the cultist off guard. He shouted, "Stupefy!" and knocked the cultist out for the count.

Having won the duel, Harry made his way to his wife and son. "James?" he asked, his emerald green eyes shining with worry and concern.

"He'll be all right," whispered Hermione. She gently lifted James up who did not seem to want to let his mother go. "I'll go take him somewhere safe. You go save the city."

Harry started to protest but Hermione cut him off, "You're a king, Harry! People are depending on you!"

Harry sighed. He would've much rather have fulfilled his role as father than husband than that of king but Hermione was right: the people needed him. "OK," he said. "Just be careful, alright?"

Hermione smiled at him and started to walk away from the battle-zone. Harry took a deep breath and started running toward the thick of the battle. Many Gryffindor soldiers recognized him as he came.

"The king!" they shouted. "The king is here! The king is here!" The soldiers and Mage Knights were suddenly boosted with morale and started fighting far more valiantly than they all ready were.

Harry fought his way over to Ron whom was keeping a whole battalion of cultists at bay. "Harry!" he shouted when he caught sight of his best friend. "Where have you been?"

"I was kind of busy," said Harry as he stabbed one of the cultists. He didn't think that now was the time to explain to Ron about the Crystal of Tempest.

"If you say so," said Ron. He blocked the blows of one cultist and slashed at another.

Harry shouted, "Reducto!" Blasted some twenty cultists away. The Gryffindor Mage Knights also started firing powerful hexes and curses at the cultists who were now getting overwhelmed.

Finally, the cultists must have realized that they were fighting a losing battle and disapparated away. Most of the unconscious cultists also disappeared though some remained. There were still a lot of bodies of those that had been killed in the battle.

In this way, Godric's Hollow survived an attack of some nine hundred or so cultists.

* * *

The attack wasn't necessarily catastrophic, the damage done was still terrible. About seventy Gryffindor soldiers had been killed along with some thirty two civilians, including fifteen women and three children. Although this was nothing compared to the six hundred fifty one cultists killed, the damage was still felt.

Harry spent much of the night comforting the residents of the city whom had lost loved ones in the battle. It was his duty as king to care for the people he loved and many were grateful for having the king whom comforted them in their grief.

As Harry was looking in on some of the wounded soldiers, he caught sight of James, sitting on a log near one of the medical tents that were treating the wounded. James had a far away look in his eyes and was staring at nothing in particular. The normally hyper active boy was sitting very quietly and still.

Harry felt a lump forming in his throat and tears stung his eyes. James was too young to have experienced what he had that day. No one should've ever gone through what his son had that night. Harry gently made his way over to his son and whispered, "James."

"Dad," James whispered back.

Harry knelt down in front of his son and placed his hand on James's shoulder.

"Dad, they were hurting everyone," said James. "They were hurting everyone. Why Dad, why?"

"I don't know, son," whispered Harry. James didn't seem to have heard him.

"I saw those people, in those black cloaks. They were hurting everybody, Dad. They were hurting everybody. I wanted to stop them. I wanted to stop them. I tried. I tried to help, Dad."

"James..."

"Why do people hurt other people, Dad?"

"I don't know. But that's why there are Mage Knights. To stop people from hurting other people."

James looked up into his father's eyes, tears finally starting to brim on his emerald orbs. "I want to become a Mage Knight, Dad."

"James,"

"I want to become a Mage Knight, Dad. I want to stop people from hurting other people."

James had often said that he wanted to become a Mage Knight but that was mostly when he was dreaming and because of his craving for adventure. Now, as he stared into James's eyes, he saw the determination of someone far older than six-years-old who truly wanted to make a difference in the world. It was in that moment that Harry realized that James would indeed become a great Mage Knight.

Harry leaned forward and pulled James into a strong hug. As this was some kind of cue, James burst into tears and started sobbing on Harry's shoulder. They just remained in that position for a few minutes.

Hermione caught sight of Harry and James as she left one of the medical tents. She felt a lump in her throat as she saw Harry and James hug each other, James sobbing like the child he was. Hermione slowly made her way over to her husband and son.

Harry looked and caught sight of Hermione as she also kneeled in front of them. Harry gently switched a still crying James into Hermione's arms and he gently wrapped his arms around Hermione and James.

Slowly, James cried his emotional turmoil away in the arms of his parents. He had been through so much that night but he was now, already an older person, though he was still definitely a child. Exhaustion started to creep over him and he soon fell asleep in Hermione's arms.

Harry and Hermione noticed that James had fallen asleep. Wordlessly, they looked up a t each other and shared a passionate kiss. When they pulled apart, there was much sadness in their eyes, but there was also relief that James was OK. They gently got up and started to make their way to the palace.

Chapter 4: To Ravenclaw

It was a very subdued environment that Harry and Hermione returned to in the palace. Without speaking a word to any of their subjects, they slowly carried a sleeping James up to the West Wing where the Royal nursery and their bedroom were. When they arrived there, Lin was nearly hysterical.

"Oh James!" she wailed, when Harry and Hermione walked in carrying her sleeping twin. Tears were streaming down her eyes and her body was shaking. As Hermione laid James down on his bed, Lin went to their side, her tear full eyes filled with worry and terror. "Mum, Dad, is he going to be OK? If anything happened to James..." Lin swallowed a sob and burst into more tears.

Hermione kneeled down and hugged Lin close to her. Harry also crouched down and stroked Lin's hair as Lin sobbed in Hermione's arms.

"He'll be all right," whispered Hermione, assuring both Lin and herself. "He's a strong boy, he'll be all right." Hermione wiped away a tear that trickled down her cheek. Lin said nothing, and simply continued crying until she to eventually fell asleep.

As soon as Harry noticed that Lin was asleep, he gently lifted her out of Hermione's arms and put her into bed. He bent over and kissed her forehead and whispered, "Good night, Angel." He then did the same to Virginia, whom had blissfully slept through the whole ordeal, and gently led Hermione to their bedroom.

* * *

That night, Harry awoke to the sound of soft sobbing next to him. He looked over and saw Hermione crying.

"Hermione?" he whispered. "What is it Love?" He gently wiped the tears away from her face.

"James," whispered Hermione as she choked back a sob. "He could've died today. Our son could've died today, Harry."

Harry said nothing. Harry remembered so clearly earlier that day, when he felt as if his heart had stopped when he had seen James out in the battle zone. He pulled Hermione closer to him as she burst into another round of sobs.

"Harry," whispered Hermione. "Do you really want our children to grow up and become Mage Knights?" There was so much worry and concern in her voice that Harry didn't know what to say. Harry knew that James had his heart set on becoming a Mage Knight, especially after the events of that day. He also knew that Lin would most likely follow her twin into whatever he chose. Harry was well aware of the extreme dangers that Mage Knights faced on a daily basis. And if indeed Voldemort was going to return, than the dangers would be magnified.

"That would be up for them to decide," said Harry. "If our children want to become Mage Knights, than that would be their choice, not ours."

Hermione nodded. For a few minutes there was complete silence. Finally Hermione spoke, "I'm scared, Harry."

Harry knew exactly what Hermione was talking about. "I know. So am I."

"He can't be coming back, Harry," whispered Hermione, her voice shaking. "We've already defeated him twice. How many more times do we have to fight him?"

"I don't know," said Harry, his voice trembling as well. "Twice, we've defeated Voldemort and yet he still returns, when we least expect it. It's like a never-ending cycle. But at least now we can give that cycle a name, even if it is 'Tempest'." Both of them shuddered at the name. "I'm scared as well, but I also firmly have faith that we will be able to pull through."

Hermione nodded. She shifted deeper into Harry's arms and laid her head on Harry's chest. Her fear started to subside and Hermione felt herself relax. Harry's arms were her comfort zone; she always felt the safest when she was lying in Harry's arms. She often wondered how a lowly muggle-born peasant girl like herself could have gained the love of the most amazing man in all of Magiterran. Sure he was the king of Gryffindor and amongst the greatest of the Mage Knights but to Hermione he was always and forever her best friend, lover, and husband.

Hermione looked up into the green eyes of her husband that she loved so much. The two pools of emerald shone with so much love for her that Hermione nearly started crying again. "I love you," she whispered, feeling the need to assure herself for the dark times that were coming once again.

"I love you too," whispered Harry. He lowered his lips down to Hermione's and they kissed with an urgency of needing to assure each other that they would always be together, no matter how dark the times would become. The night silently crept along as passion was exchanged, skin was felt, and husband and wife joined together like they had many nights before.

* * *

The next day, there was a council held at Hogwarts. It was a meeting held in top secret, and the only people who were attending were people who either already knew about Tempest's return, or were suspecting it. Those present that day were Dumbledore, Harry, Hermione, Sirius, Remus, Snape, McGonagall, Ron, and Ginny.

"This is perhaps one of the greatest crisis the Alliance has ever faced," said Dumbledore as he opened the meeting. "All of us here are fully aware of what Voldemort is capable of. And we have reliable sources surrounding the power of Tempest. If Voldemort were to come back, with the full power of Tempest, than not only Magiterran but the world will face its doom."

Ron knew the consequences of the news of the Dark Lord's return very well. However, there was one question he had that was simply itching to come out: "So what does this all have to do with the attack on Godric's Hollow?"

"It's the Dark Lord's pattern," said Snape while sneering at Ron. "Whenever the Dark Lord or his followers embarked on a campaign of sorts, he sent in his assassins to eliminate potential threats to the campaign. In this case, the greatest threats to the Dark Lord mostly reside in the Gryffindor Capitol."

"True," said Remus.

"This Crystal of Tempest," said Ginny. "Can't we go to Durmstrang try to find it at the battle site before these cultists do?"

"Think fool," hissed Snape. "If the cultists were going to attack without finding the crystal first the attack would've come six years ago. The reason why they attacked now is because they have just found the crystal and are preparing to use it to bring the Dark Lord back!" Ginny looked a little embarrassed but she and Ron still glared at Snape.

"The question is about preventing Voldemort's return or not," said Sirius. "He's coming back, we can't do anything about that. The question is how do wedefeat him when he does."

"Which means that there is only one answer," said Dumbledore. "We must find the remaining six rings of the One Deity."

Harry and Hermione glanced down at the gold and scarlet bands around their fingers. They looked up into each other's eyes and nodded. "We'll go search for them," said Harry.

"I wouldn't have entrusted the job to anyone else," said Dumbledore, the twinkle back in his eye. "However, this operation must be kept a secret and that would not be possible in great numbers. Therefore I suggest that you take only one more individual on your quest."

Harry and Hermione both nodded and said, "Ron," at the exact same time Ron said, "Me." The three stared at each other and grinned.

"Very well," said Dumbledore. "Since we don't have any clear idea where the rings are, my suggestion is that you head to where Lily Evans learned of their existence, in the holy city of Deis Rowena. Floo powder can take you as far as Deis Uno, the capitol of the Kingdom of Ravenclaw, but from there it is a treacherous journey on foot through the Northern Mountains."

Harry, Hermione, and Ron nodded. Remus suddenly spoke up and said, "You should also take your families with you."

"What? What for?" said Harry. He and Hermione were clearly confused by Remus's suggestion. Ron opened his mouth to say something sarcastic but though better of it and shut his mouth.

"Camouflage," said Remus. "If you make it look like a family vacation, than no one, especially the cultists, would think that you were on some secret mission. You should simply leave them in Deis Uno while the three of you head to Deis Rowena. Nobody ever watches the mountain passes."

The three started discussing Remus's suggestion amongst themselves. Finally Hermione said, "OK, we'll do that."

* * *

Meanwhile, James had more or less recovered from the trauma he had experienced the previous day and was out near the lake, playing with his sisters and Christopher.

"You should've seen me," he declared. "I was like lightning, swooping down there to save the day!"

"James you could've been killed!" cried Lin. "I was so worried! Don't ever do that again!"

James didn't make a comeback like he usually did; he completely understood that Lin was right. He had nearly been killed.

"Yeah I know," he said. "I'm sorry. I was stupid." He picked up a small rock and threw it into the lake.

"Yes you were stupid," said Lin. "I've known that for a long time." James glared at her but said nothing.

At around that moment Rubeus Hagrid, the giant Hogwarts groundskeeper came toward them carrying a large crate. Virginia and Christopher (whom were very close) looked up from the sandcastle they were making. Hagrid was one of the few people whom Virginia wasn't shy around, despite his large size. She stood up and ran over to him crying, "Hagrid!"

"Hey, li'le 'irginia," said Hagrid as he picked up a giggling Virginia in a strong bear hug. Christopher also leapt onto Hagrid, clearly happy to see his favorite giant. Lin and James were meanwhile staring apprehensively at that crate Hagrid had brought.

"Um, Hagrid," said Lin, "What's that?"

"Aw, this?" said Hagrid, pointing at the crate. "This 'ere are meh new beauts."

The crate wobbled a little indicating that there was something alive inside. James swallowed and said, "And what exactly may those 'beauts' be?"

"Glad yeh asked," said Hagrid, his face filled with glee. He pried the lid of the crate open. Lin and James apprehensively glanced inside.

Inside the crate were about a dozen tiny creatures that looked like some ugly cross between a crab and scorpion with black exoskelotons. Lin yelped and sprang back when one of the creatures suddenly propelled itself out of the crate with a burst of flame from what must've been its rear end. Hagrid chuckled as he caught the creature and shoved it back into the crate.

"I call 'em Blast-ended Skrewts," said Hagrid. "Ain't they beautiful?"

"Um, yes," said Lin, perhaps a little too slowly. Hagrid didn't seem to notice as he was gently pulling a gleeful Virginia and Christopher off his shoulders.

"Want ta help meh feed 'em?" asked Hagrid. "I have no idea wha' they eat but we'll figure it ou' if yeh give meh time."

Lin seemed horrified by the idea and even the adventurous James seemed terrified. He decided to try to change the subject: "So what are the grown ups talking about?"

"That is top secret," said Hagrid. "You ain't suppose' ta know that yeh parents are taking yeh all ta Ravenclaw." Hagrid suddenly clamped his hand over his mouth and mumbled, "I shouldn't a' told yeh tha'."

"We're going to Ravenclaw?" said Lin, excited all of a sudden. "Oh James, we can go see all those temples of the One Deity. And there're are so many libraries there."

Virginia, whom also liked books, excitedly said, "Libraries? Yaaaay!"

James rolled his eyes. "Lin, you'd be happy anywhere so long as there was a library. I for one want to see how Ravenclaw Mage Knights are different from Gryffindor ones."

"Are Mage Knights all you ever think about?" said Lin. James stuck his tongue out at her.

"My Unca Percy wives in Ravenclaw," said Christopher.

"Will we see Chris's Uncle Percy?" asked Virginia.

"Oh, yeh'll be seein' lots a him," said Hagrid. "Yeh parents are leaving yeh there while they head towar' DeisRowena..." Hagrid must've said too much since he started muttering, "I shouldn't a said that. I should not 'avesaid that."

Lin was completely startled. Her Mum and Dad were going to leave them and go to some other place. She was about to confront Hagrid with what he had just said when James suddenly clamped her mouth shut and innocently asked, "What? What was that Hagrid?"

"Nothing, Nothing at all," said Hagrid, a little too quickly.

Lin stared at James while James grinned at her. When Hagrid was out of ear shot, she hissed, "All right James, what are you thinking."

"Just a little planning for a new adventure," said James with a devilish grin. He proceeded to whisper his plan into Lin's ear.

* * *

"Well, let's go," said Harry as the troupe gathered in front of the fireplace in Hogwarts. The troupe consisted of Harry, Hermione, Ron, Margaret, Ginny, James, Lin, Virginia, and Christopher.

"Awre we weally going to see Unca Percy?" asked Christopher.

"Yes we are, Chris," said Margaret as she picked her little son up. "And your Aunt Penelope as well." She tossed some Floo Powder on to the flames and shouted, "Deis Uno Palace!" before disappearing into the flames.

Virginia was a alarmed to see Margaret and Christopher suddenly disappear. "Chris," she moaned, clearly worried about her little friend.

"Hey, he'll be OK," said Ginny. "In fact Virginia, letsgo follow them, that is if your Mum and Dad don't mind me taking you with me."

"Go right ahead," said Hermione.

Ginny smiled and offered her namesake her hand. Virginia timidly took Ginny's hand and Ginny shouted, "Deis Uno Palace!" The two disappeared in the flames.

"I should go next," said Hermione. She looked toward Lin and asked, "Do you want to go with me, Lily?"

Lin rolled her eyes. "Mum, I know how Floo Powder works."

"OK," said Hermione. Just remember to tuck your arms when you go in." Hermione briefly kissed Harry before she shouted, "Deis Uno Palace!" and disappeared into the flames.

Lin was about to walk into the flames when she suddenly turned toward James and started whispering into his ear. "Are you sure that that plan of yours is a good idea?" she hissed quietly so that Harry and Ron couldn't hear.

"Relax," whispered James. We probably won't have go with until at least tomorrow. Trust me, sis," James gave his twin sister the famous Potter grin.

Lin still looked a little doubtful but she said nothing and simply walked back to the fireplace. She shouted, "Deis Uno Palace!" and disappeared.

"What was that about?" asked Harry.

James simply grinned and said, "Oh nothing important Dad. At least I don't think its that important."

Harry raised a skeptical eyebrow at James while Ron started laughing. "You gottaadmit Harry, he's your son all right." Ron was still laughing as he stepped into the fireplace and shouted "Deis Uno Palace!" and was whooshed away by the Floo Powder.

Harry turned back to James and said, "So are planning another stunt of sorts?"

James grinned and said, "Aw, come on Dad. Do you really think I would be planning some stunt?"

"Yes."

"Well I'm not telling," said James. He shouted, "Deis Uno Palace!" and disappeared into the Floo network.

Harry shook his head before he too shouted, "Deis Uno Palace!" and disappeared into the flames.

To be continued...

A/N Enjoyed it, didn't you? I sure hope so. If you review, you'll get to see more from me. And don't forget to read and review my other story, Different Paths. And don't forget to join my Yahoo Group at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ecrpotter_fanfiction/.