Harry Potter & The Field of Shadows

Summer at Number 4 Privet Drive was quiet. Too quiet, in fact, for the members of the Order of the Phoenix. Harry Potter had only written them twice before all contact was lost.

Remus Lupin rubbed at tired eyes. He was standing in the Dursleys living room, listening while a pale face Vernon recounted his story.

“It was the strangest thing. After we picked him up from the train station, he was here for maybe two weeks. I know he sent your kind letters, we say his owl coming and going. After his last letter, someone came here to get Harry,” Vernon said, mopping at his brow.

Remus straightened at that statement, concern flashing across his face. “What did this person look like?”

Vernon paused for a moment, his face screwed up in concentration. “He was tall. Broad shoulders. Dressed in a black duster. I remember his hair, it was bright silver. He said he was here to 'collect Mr. Potter for his training.' I had no idea what he was talking about, but that boy packed his things and left with him after they chatted for a short while. I haven't seen or heard from him since.”

Remus paled and sank into a chair. His golden eyes filled with worry as he steepled his fingers and looked over at the larger man. Vernon watched him carefully, mopping at his brow again and finally offering the Werewolf a cold drink.

“Is everything alright?” Vernon asked, watching the younger man's reactions.

“I'm not sure, Mr. Dursley. Did Harry say where he was going?” Remus asked, sipping from his cold water.

Vernon thought for a moment, then shook his head. “No, they didn't say a word. Just that Harry was going to be well looked after.” He paused, then looked smug. “Wait, I do remember overhearing the man say something about a Field of Shadows.”

Remus began to look nervous, but nodded his thanks and stood. “Thank you for your time, Mr Dursley. I'll take my leave now.”

Remus left before the man could reply, leaving a very confused Muggle in his wake.


Harry Potter and the Field of Shadows


Time had flown since that meeting at Number 4 Privet Drive. The Order members had done research, looking into everything that had to do with the Field of Shadows. It was several weeks before they discovered anything, and that was only after Ron and Hermione had come to 12 Grimmauld Place. News of Harry's disappearance had spread when letters addressed to him had come back unopened.

The Field of Shadows was only mentioned once, and was rather difficult to find. From what the Order had gleaned, it was another plane of existence, an in-between world that could lead to many others. Time, it was rumored, was stopped in this plane, allowing someone who had entered it to live forever.

Ron and Hermione were worried. Their best friend had vanished without a word, off to a place rumored to exist. The start of the next term was only two weeks away, and nothing of how to enter the Field had been found yet. The Order was losing hope of ever seeing Harry again.

“Do you think he's alright?” Ron asked Lupin one evening as they sat down for dinner.

Lupin looked carefully over at the younger man, before shrugging his shoulders softly. “I don't know, Ron.”

Hermione watched the exchange quietly. The remaining members of the Order and Harry's close friends were ready to give up on ever finding him again. Hope had blossomed when a way to enter the Field of Shadows had been found, but was quickly quashed when it was discovered that only a Lykynii could open the way.

Another search ensued, looking for any information in regards to the Lykynii. Surprisingly enough, a wealth of information was discovered, but it led to further frustrations when it was discovered that the Lykynii were a race that was hardly seen in the Wizarding world. They came and went as they willed, never staying longer then needed.

Hermione and Ron were pouring over a few of the titles collected about the Lykynii, looking for anything that might prove useful. Lupin had brought them lunch and had joined them, leaving only to collect Tonks when she arrived.

“Hey, Hermione, listen to this,” Ron said, shifting to work a kink out. Hermione looked up, brushing her hair from her face.

“What is it?” She asked, looking over at the taller boy.

“'The Lykynii are a powerful race, with both men and women holding positions of power or importance. They are often mistaken for wizards by Muggles, as the talents they wield appear to be magical in nature, however, this is not the case. Tapping into an energy source only referred to as Focus, they are capable of using this energy to greatly enhance their performance, both in and out of combat. In addition to being exceptional warriors, they are a surprisingly gentle race, resorting to combat only when forced.'” Ron read, looking up after he had finished.

Hermione, Lupin, and Tonks had all listened carefully, absorbing the information. It was interesting, hearing about this new race. While interesting, it didn't help them any with getting Harry back. Hermione sighed softly, turning back to the book she was browsing, titled History of the Ages: A complete biography of famous Lykynii. Sighing again, she flipped a few pages, coming to a halt as the book opened to a new chapter. She sucked in a startled breath as she ready the first page.

“Remus, what did you say the man who took Harry looked like?” Hermione asked quietly, looking up into the older man's golden eyes.

“Tall, silver hair, goatee and mustache. Dressed in a black duster and armored boots. Why?” Lupin replied softly.

In response, Hermione flipped the book around to everyone could see the chapter she had come across.
A picture of a tall Lykynii man, clad in a black, ankle length duster, black loose fitting pants and shirt, and armored boots with knee length silver hair and a goatee and mustache looked back at them. Hermione smiled slightly.

“I think we found him,” she said.

The other three glanced at the chapter title her finger was resting on. The man's name, the very man who had taken their friend, was Kyle McWolfe.