Soul Entity

Soul Entity

chapter 2: A World Which is Not Mine.

 

"B...But it can't be broken!" Hermione stuttered, staring at Harry.

Ron slowly walked over to his best friends and stared at the broken hourglass in Harry's hand.

"You guys told me about the timeturner. I remember, you said it takes you back in time. And here we are, in a place we've never seen before, and Harry just happens to be holding a broken timeturner. Bollocks. What the hell have we gotten ourselves into this time?"

They all stood there staring at each other, slowly letting the information settle in.

"We're trapped in time" Hermione whispered. "But the question is, what year?"

Harry looked around. "Well, there's no buildings in sight, so we can't exactly tell."

Ron's eyes slowly scoured the area. "Trees, grass, a couple of rocks and a road." Ron said monotone.

"Wait a minute Ron, what did you say?"

Ron looked at Harry. "I said, trees, grass, rocks and a...." Ron's eyes widened

"Road" Harry finished for him. "Honestly Ron, I wonder if you've ever had a brain up there."

Ron gave him a sheepish grin and followed after Hermione who'd already started for the road.

Hermione bent over, her eyes narrowing in concentration.

"What are you doing Hermione? Trying to make a new friend?" Ron asked, laughing.

"Ron you are such a idiot" she snapped. "If you really don't know, I'm checking for tyre tracks, to figure out what century we're in."

"Oh" Ron said, looking a bit abashed.

"Hey, look at this" Hermione and Ron walked over to Harry trying to make out what he was pointing at. After a few minutes of silence Harry made an exasperated noise.

"Their hoof marks!"

"Oh yeah!" Hermione exclaimed. "So, whatever time we're in, the main use of transportation is horseback."

"For muggles you mean." Ron pointed out. "The wizarding world has been riding brooms for century's"

Harry sighed. "Come on, let's follow the road to see if we can find a Village of some sorts to get some information."

Hermione and Ron nodded then set of after Harry.

"Bloody hell Harry, how much longer to you think we have to walk?"

Harry looked at Ron, exhausted. They had been walking for what seemed like hours, every corner they went round, they hoped to see some sort of civilization. Every hill they walked up, they had hoped to see a village on the other side. But no such luck.

"Hey, Guys look" Harry and Ron stopped.

"What?" They asked in unison.

Both boys ran up to Hermione, then stopped abruptly. "We're saved" Ron whispered.

"No, not saved." Hermione said curtly. "Just one step closer to home."

"Looks like there's a tavern down there, I've got a couple of sickles in my pocket. We could get some food, and try to get some information too"

"But Harry, we don't even know if they use the same currency." Hermione pointed out.

"Well, we're just about to find out"

The trio trudged down the hill and into the village. A couple of villagers gave them a funny look, but no more then that.

"It looks like we're sometime in the medievil stage." Hermione whispered.

"Great." Ron moaned. "The time were they burned witches!"

"Oh, shut up Ron! You're a guy, they only burned women remember?" Hermione said, slightly annoyed. "They're all sexist! A guy could do no wrong! Even if he burned a whole Village down, they would just point at us women and shout 'witch'!"

Ron blinked. "Bit strong on that subject aren't you?"

"Don't worry Hermione. Us big burly men that can-do-no-wrong will protect you" Harry said chuckling.

"Men" Hermione muttered under her breath.

"Oh, we men aren't that bad" Harry said, grinning.

"Yeah, can't live with us, can't live without us either." Ron stated, flashing his pearly whites.

"Tashins Tirade" Hermione said abruptly.

Harry gave Hermione a funny look. "I think Hermione's finally over the nut bag"

"No, you idiot, look" Hermione said pointing right ahead. "It's the name of that tavern."

"Oh" Ron said. "Do you think they'll let us in? I mean we are underage."

"Well" Harry started "Sirius told me when he was seventeen he got into a bar without having to use a spell to make him look older."

"Good influence your godfather is Harry" Hermione said, slightly miffed. "But I don't think the law of underage drinking has been passed yet. We are in medievil times remember?"

Ron and Harry looked at each other.

"Don't you ever get tired of knowing everything Hermione? " Ron asked, slightly amused.

"If it wasn't for me, you'd be out here all night trying to remember an age altering spell. And I do not know everything, just most things.

"Riiiiiight Hermione, come on lets go in before Christmas."

They entered the tavern and took a seat near the back.

"I'm going to see if I can find out something useful" Hermione whispered, then walked up to the bar.

Sitting down Hermione looked at the menu. Good. She thought, they speakEnglish.

"Can I help ya' with anythin' Lassie?" A middle-aged woman, with smiling eyes walked over to her.

"Umm, yes please. I'll have three small steaks, well done."

"Three? That's a lot for a small'in like you lass"

Hermione looked at her, a bit taken aback. "Oh, no, I came in with some friends" She said quickly, pointing over to Harry and Ron who were deep in some discussion.

"That's good, lass. When ya came'up to the bar, I could tell that ya were' a wanderer. Yar'a bit young tho. I'm happy you've got some good compan'ions. It's not exactly safe 'round these parts with all the Solen' crap."

"Solen crap?" Hermione asked, intrigued.

The lady looked at her warily. "Me husband' tells me to be wary of spies, but they never employ' us women type. Ya' must be from the West Isle straits not to 'ave heard of 'Solen."

"Yeah" Hermione said quickly. "That's were I grew up"

"You don' sound like one" the lady said suspiciously. "But you don' look like the lyin' type."

Hermione pushed down the guilty feeling that arose in her gut. She never usually lied, unless it was totally necessary, and this was one of those times.

"Well" The lady beckoned her closer, and Hermione lent in, keen to know more about this strange place. "Seventy years back or'so, before your time, people still lived by Solen's Law and the promise of the preseens. But then things started to rise, bad' things, and these bad thing's said that they would kill the preseens and anyone who followed Solen's Law. Nobody believed the rumors at first, they all thought it was some young'ins idea to upstart a ruckus. But it wasn't, and that's when the people started to die. First they killed the people who strongly believed in the law, then they started killing children of only' five and six years. People had to turn their backs on Solen's law for fear of findin' their young'ins dead in some alley."

"Oh gods, that's terrible" Hermione whispered, horrified.

"Yes" The woman agreed "They were worse times then'now" The lady snorted. "Buts its not like its' got much better" Hermione leaned forward again.

"I remember when I was just a lass, like you. I was living in Bastyne at the time. Prince Raffam had just chosen a wife. She was a beauty, she was. She had red hair like fire, en' green eyes just like the waters of The Charrian sea. Well it was said that the prince prized her above all things, even his own life. But it twas' not the way with her. She came from Lipari Island, where they still strongly believed in Solen's Law."

"Oh, I get it. Bastyne was against Solen's law, but she strongly believed in it, and she put her beliefs before anything."

The woman nodded. "Yes, but what made the plot thicker' was that the elder of Lipari had seen that she was to care for a preseen in older life."

"Preseen?" Hermione questioned.

"The preseen were foretold to rise' en uphold Solen's law."

"And?"

"And thens there's Volkin"

"Volkin?"

"Yes, Volkin" The woman said darkly. "He's the one said to be behind all the kill'ens. He didn't believe in Solen's Law, he despised it. Then one day Volkin somehow caught wind that the prince had married a protector of' a preseen. There were rumors that Volkin knew, but if he did he didn't make any action. The years went by, and prince became king, they hads' a daughter. She was named after the goddess Glynna-vrye. They prized their daughter highly, and loved her with all their hearts. The king was kind and generous and Bastyne flourished. Then one day they found the queen murdered."

Hermione gasped.

"King Raffam was heartbroken, devastated. They found a message along with the body that said he should've known better then to marry a protector of a preseen and ifs' he wanted to blame anyone he should blame Solen."

"That's horrible" Hermione said, her heart going out to the king.

"Buts that's not all, the note also said that they believed that' Glynna-vrye was one of the preseen and that as soon as she was'of age that they'd kill'her."

"He must've been devastated"

"He was more then devastated. He blamed it on the followers of Solen's law. Banishing all those who believed in it, for his daughters safety. He shielded her from it, but as she grew, he worried more and now that Glynna-vyre's near age he's terrified that Volkin will take her. But's no-one's heard of Volkin in years, but we all know he's out there, waiting."

Hermione shuddered.

"It must be agonizing to know that any day his daughter might be taken away"

"Yes. Heres ya steaks" The lady said curtly. "Don't go tellin peoples that I told' ya."

Hermione nodded and the woman smiled.

"No-one's ever been such an intent listener' as you. How bouts this, you can stay here for a night's free of charge for listening to an old woman gossip?'

"You're not an old woman." Hermione smiled. "But thanks, I'll think I'll take up your offer."

Hermione carried the steaks back to Ron and Harry.

"Hey, Hermione, find anything out?"

She nodded and quickly filled the boys in of her discovery's and the offer to stay a night.

They stared at her in disbelief.

"Cor!' Ron said, dumbfounded. "I never remember anything like that in history class!"

Draco put the empty soup bowl down, grateful to have something in his stomach. He looked up, Racy was watching him.

"Ya not from around' are ya?"

"No, I'm not"

"What do ya's want to know?"

Draco scoured his mind, he contemplated on asking the year and his whereabouts but another subject felt more alluring.

"Who's Solen?"

Racy froze. "Listen here laddie, I've given ya' a place to stay en' some food free of charge. Don't go getting my family in jail for sayin' that name."

Draco blinked, taken aback. "Sorry" He mumbled

Racy smiled. "That's ok laddie. It's just with all these spies around and the stauce's men 'round every corner we hav'ta be careful."

"You're really against this guy aren't you?" Draco asked, trying to get a straight answer from him.

"Its not that I'm against him its that other folk round'ere are."

It must be a clashing of beliefs of some sort. Draco thought, trying to piece together the puzzle.

"Who's Dravarseon?"

"Dracovarseon" Racy said quietly "Is the prophesied preseen from my clan." He then gave Draco a sharp look ending all conversation on that subject.

"You'd better get some sleep lad," Racy said, getting up from the hearth. 'You look well enough to help around the farm tomorrow. Winter's coming on and I need someone to help chop some firewood."

Draco nodded, then got up and went back to his bed and drew back the curtain.

"What the bloody hell have I got myself into?" He whispered before falling into a dreamless sleep.

Draco was woken up at the crack of dawn. First he had to help Saylee collect the eggs from the chicken coop. Then he had to milk the cows, which was defiantly not one of his favorite pastimes.

He had found out that Racy and his daughter lived in the outskirts of town. Saylee's mother was nowhere to be seen so Draco assumed that she had died.

Draco sat down at the edge of a pond in the outer pastures. He had just finished rounding up some sheep and he was exhausted.

"What'd I'd do for my wand right now." Draco muttered. It was terrible having to do hard labor without magic. He wiped some sweat from his brow and pulled of his thick wizard's cloak and flung it to the ground.

"What the bloody hell am I going to do?' Draco said bitterly. He was trapped in some place in time and he didn't even know when.

"I should've spent more attention in history class" Draco laughed dryly, as if what he just said was funny.

"Do you really want to know more about Solen?" A high pitched voice said behind him. Draco jumped, then turned around.

"Saylee" He breathed, startled "Don't sneak up on people"

She narrowed her eyes in confusion. "You didn't answer my question"

Draco sighed. "No, I didn't did I? But yes, Saylee I would like to know."

She settled herself down next to Draco and smiled up at him.

"I like you, ya know? That's why I'll tell ya' bout Solen."

"Well? Who is he?"

"When me' mama still lived with us, she used to tell me stories about Solen's law" Saylee said softly. "He's a great wizard who lived between time"

Draco's heart skipped a beat. "Between time?" he echoed.

"Yes, well that's what mama said."

Draco nodded. "Where did this great wizard live?"

"Across the Charrian Sea on a Island called Lipari, where my grandmama came from."

A million thoughts were running through his head. He had to get to Lipari and meet this Solen person, maybe he could get him home? He didn't sound bad so he might just help him. But another question came to mind.

"How do I get across the Charrian Sea?"

"Oh, that's easy" Saylee smiled. "Get permission from the king up' at the castle and get a boat."

Draco nodded, a plan brewing in the backs of his mind. He turned to thank Saylee but she was already running across the pasture towards the house.

"One step closer to home" Draco whispered softly then turned and started to follow Saylee.

"C'mon laddie! Put ya back into it!"

Draco cursed under his breath and took another swing at the block of wood he was trying to split.

"C'mon! Even Saylee can throw a stronger swing then that!"

"Yeah!" Saylee chirped from her post on the fence.

Draco dropped the axe and leveled his gaze at Saylee. "Here then" he said dropping the axe in Saylee's direction. "Knock yourself out."

Saylee just looked at him and he heard Racy suppress a laugh.

"My job is ta' feed the chickens and nurse the lambs, chopin' woods' your job." She said as if everyone in the world knew it.

Draco sighed and picked up the axe to start chopping again. There was no point in getting into an argument with someone who was only six years old.

The sun started to droop below the horizon and Saylee and her father went inside to prepare dinner, leaving Draco outside by himself.

"Four more bloody pieces to chop and I'm done" he muttered to himself bitterly. He was exhausted. It wasn't that he wasn't fit it was just that he'd never done so much work all day non-stop before.

"Last piece" he said with relief dropping the wood down in front of him.

He swung the axe and hit the log, scattering bits of oak in all different directions.

"Just my bloody luck" Draco sighed and started to collect the pieces of wood. After piling them up on the wood stock he started of towards the house.

"Oww" he cursed as something spiky pricked him on the ankle. Bending down he picked up a slim splinter of wood he must have missed. Suddenly a lightbulb came on in his head and he slipped the piece of oak into his cloak.

Draco reached over and took a couple more slices of bread. Dinner was a quite affair and he wondered how Racy could be so trusting towards him. For all the old git knew he could be an axe murderer, but then again Racy knew how hopeless he was with an axe.

Draco quietly drew back the curtain and slipped into the kitchen, glancing around he found what he was looking for. Sitting back down on his bed he took the piece or wood that he had found earlier. Draco then started to carve the oak into a wand shape. After an hour of carving and sanding he had what he wanted.

"Now were the hell am I meant to get a unicorn hair?" he wondered out loud. An idea stuck him and he pulled out a relatively long strand of his hair.

"Essence of me" He muttered as he slit a hairline fracture into the wood and slipped the silver strand in place, then banged the slit shut with the end of the knife.

"Now, lets see if it works" Draco sucked in a breath and concentrated on the self-made wand. "Lumos"

A few sparks sputtered out of the wand then dimmed. Draco frowned.

"Lumos!"

The wand shook a bit then a bright light burst from the tip and floated a few inches above. Draco smiled.

"Dilemma solved" He said triumphantly then settled back into the bed and fell asleep.

Draco woke up a few hours shy of dawn. He got up and dressed quietly and gathered a few bits of food from the pantry. He slipped his wand up his sleeve then pulled out a pouch from his cloak.

"Lets hope they have the same currency" he whispered, while counting how much money he had. "Five galleons and two sickles" he said quietly. Draco then found some parchment and a quill and wrote down his thanks to Racy and his daughter, all the time wondering how he had gotten so sentimental. Must be the air, Draco thought vaguely.

By the time he got into the village it must've been about seven but there was a lot of hustle and bustle and Draco realized that it must be market day. Walking along he spotted a few items of interest but nothing that was worth to buy. Near the end of the street he came across a silverworker who specialized in making swords and other weaponry. He glanced over a few but a particular one caught his eye.

"How much for this one?" Draco asked the man running the stall.

"A galleon" the man said eyeing Draco's money pouch. Draco snorted. He wasn't dumb, he had over heard other dealings and the sword wasn't worth that much.

"Include that scabbard" Draco said pointing out a rather handsomely decorated scabbard. "And it's a deal"

The man grinned and they exchanged hands. Adjusting the scabbard to rest on his hip, he slipped the sword in, feeling rather pleased with himself.

That sword's going to be worth quite a bit when I get home he thought, grinning. That's if you ever get home , a little voice whispered in the back of his mind. Suddenly feeling desperate to get home he set of towards the castle urgently, wondering if he'd ever step foot in Hogwarts again.