The Rise of the Deathly Hallows

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to the lovely Mitrassada for her encouragemente.

And thrnbrooke at AdultFanfiction : Lucien with Regulus and Severus is a reference to the Pilgrims, a fanmade comic I was drawing at my Deviantart acc. ranny(dot)deviantart(dot)com

Chapter 04.

As soon as Harry stepped out of his fireplace he was greeted by the worried faces of his friends and co-workers. Ron was sitting in a corner, his eyes downcast. Hermione neared him, giving him a gentle hug.

"Ron brought it just an hour ago, Seamus reported it and that's why we were able to stop him so fast." Harry raised an eyebrow as he walked with his friend to one of the Ministry interrogation cells. Seamus was sitting outside, talking to an auror. Harry was a little surprised on how much his dorm mate and friend had changed over the years the had not seen eachother. Seamus now towered over them all and his short hair frames his mischievous eyes sensually.

Harry couldn't help but blush.

"Hey, Harry!" he said with a beam. Harry smiled back a little awkwardly. "Can you tell this guy I have nothing to do with this? That guy apparated on my backyard and decided to bury himself in it!" The green eyed young man blinked and stared at his best friend.

Hermione shook her head.

"Take a look, Harry, the cloak," she said as she opened the cell.

At first, Harry couldn't see a thing. Then he noticed the huddled figure shivering in a corner, wrapped in a ragged piece of cloth.

"His name is Richard Stuckey, a werewolf born in Brighton, age 20, disappeared from his pack five months ago," Hermione supplied. Harry felt a shiver run down his spine. A werewolf abducted.

Just like Gabrielle...

Just like Teddy...

He clenched his fists and stalked towards the figure.

"Mr. Stuckey," asked Harry, his eyes aflame and determined. "My name is Harry Potter, and I need to ask you some questions." The werewolf raised frightened light gray eyes to meet Harry's green ones.

"Harry Potter?" Richard asked. "Harry Potter is good, Harry Potter is pure..." he sighed, relaxing a little. "What can I do to help hero Harry Potter?" Harry winced, the man spoke like a child.

Maybe he was.

He knelt down to stare at the werewolf on his eye level.

"Richard, we need to know about the cloak and the priests, they took my friend Gabrielle and she's scared." Hermione took a quill, ready to take notes. It was the first time Mr. Stuckey reacted to another witch or wizard.

Innocent blue eyes blinked.

"There is no Richard, Mr. Potter. I am the cloak, that's my name," he said, much to Harry's and Hermione's surprise.

"What do you mean you are the cloak, Richard?"

"I am the cloak, I was blessed to become the cloak in our holy communion, Mr. Potter," the man said proudly. "The Ring and I were waiting for The Wand, but someone attacked us and my caretakers died, I wandered around trying to get some help, but all my brothers and sisters could not see me, then I collapsed and was brought here." The young man's eyes were distressed. "I need to go back, Mr. Potter, without the cloak the Hallows won't be able to purify our goddess."

Harry thought long and hard about it, his eyes fixed on the man.

"What do you mean by, purify?" he asked.

Richard frowned.

"I... I used to know... it was so clear when I..." he brought a hand to his forehead, suddenly dizzy. "Our Alpha said that... purify means..." Harry's eyes widened. So they had not manage to wipe out Richard's memory completely.

"Richard," smiled Hermione. "Calm down, take a deep breath, we won't force you into anything you don't want..."

"I'm not Richard, Richard is a filthy abomination," the blond snapped. "I am the cloak! I AM THE CLOAK!" Suddenly the man concentrated, veins appearing on his forehead.

And he started to fade.

"I have been blessed, I need my brother and sister for our love filled communion!!"

"He's vanishing!" gasped Hermione. Harry narrowed his eyes.

"No, he's becoming invisible, just like the cloak."

"I must go to Andraste in Dublin! MISTRESS ANDRASTE AWAITS FOR ME IN DUBLIN!" he shrieked as he disappeared.

"What?" They were about to snap into action and stop him when the werewolf suddenly convulsed wildly, eyes wide, drool leaking from his lips... and fell still on the floor.

Hermione checked him and shook her head.

"He's dead..." Harry clenched his fists tightly.

"He was our only link to Gabrielle, and now we lost him." Hermione sighed and covered the body with her jacket, forensics would be there in a few minutes anyway.

"He was not sane enough to be of any help. Let's focus on what he said instead of what he didn't, Harry." The black haired man nodded.

"He said he was the cloak and someone else is the Ring. So, The Hallows are not items but people who represent each Hallow." she sighed. "What a horrible fate."

"Something doesn't fit, why use a werewolf? If they needed a beacon to use as an avatar for the Deathly Hallows, why use a half-blood?"

"Because it's dangerous?" she mussed, staring at the corpse. "Why endanger a wizard or witch if a half blood would do too?" They stared at eachother for a while, each deep in thoughts. "I'm going to get Ron, ok, Harry?" Hermione said as she left the room.

Harry nodded and sat.

Hermione was right, being a Deathly Hallow appeared to be dangerous, but it also gave the Hallow a specific power, if Mr. Stuckey's sudden bout of invisibility was anything to go by. Would be Ring allow others to see death? What about the Wand? Who on earth would be able to have that much magic...

He frowned.

Modesty aside, as far as he knew, he was the most powerful wizard in Britain.

Would they use him for the Wand?

Would they use a magical creature as powerful as he was for the wand?

How did they convince the subject to be a Hallow?

His eyes narrowed.

Was Gabrielle being turned into a Hallow right then?

He needed to think he needed to rest, he needed to make sure Teddy was ok...

"LET ME GO YOU PLEBEIAN!!" screamed a high-pitched voice. "I NEED TO SEE AUROR POTTER IMMEDIATELY!! LET ME GO!!" Harry stood, eyes wide.

"What is this scandal!" he asked as he left the cell. Much to his surprise seven cadets were trying to hold down a ten year old child... without much success.

"Mr. Harker?" Harry asked. The child raised bloody eyes to Harry and whined pitifully.

"Mr. Potter," he sobbed. "They took Dietrich, they took my little brother away..." and without much strength left, the vampire put his hands over his face and cried. The Auror Cadets looked at Harry for directions, but the green eyed man had leaped into action immediately, taking the child into his arms and cradling him gently.

"It's ok, Mr. Harker," he said softly. "We'll save him."

"Please, Mr. Potter," Jonathan sobbed. "Please, Harry, save my Dietrich. I'd die if I lost him too. Please..." he continued to beg, his little hands clenched around Harry's Auror cloak, his shoulder slowly soaking with bloody tears.

He let the boy cry, however. It was apparent Jonathan Harker really needed to do so.

That's how Ron and Hermione found him ten minutes later, still holding the child to himself and letting him sob, running a gentle hand through his hair.

"Who is that?" Hermione asked. Ron sneered.

"Jonathat Harker, the Harker Heir," he growled. Hermione's eyes widened. She had thought he was... older.

"They took Dietrich Harker," said Harry, feeling a little bit of satisfaction when his friends' eyes widened. He didn't like their staring.

"How?" asked Ron, clearly surprised. Dietrich Harker had to be one of the most powerful vampires there were, not only was he old, but he was also skilled, he had gone down in history as one of the aces of Durmstrang Quidditch and Wizarding Dueling.

Charlie had told them so with such admiration.

The child then raised his face from Harry's shoulder to stare at the others and Hermione felt her heart sink at the sight, no child should ever look that heartbroken, not even a vampire child older than her.

"They came last night, doused the rooms with Dragonfly's pollen, it makes most magical creatures sleep. They attacked us while we were most vulnerable, said something about following them to the warrior princess and staying away from the death mother, then one set eyes on Dietrich, and before we knew it... "A chocked sob escaped his lips and he hid his face again to muffle it. "... they had disappeared with my little brother!!" he started crying again.

"Any other clue you can give us, Harker?" Ron asked.

Hermione wiped a tear out of her eye and frowned, in her mind she knew that ten-year-old was actually a over a century old, but her muggle raised side could do little more than pity the child.

Jonathan nodded.

"The others and I scouted the area... we found traces of different types of earth that must have traveled with the kidnappers in their boots," he said, taking some papers out of his little cloak. "Egyptian sand, also Northern moss, most likely from around here."

Ron cursed.

"You mean those idiots have been following us?" he snapped.

"I think they were following my brother, who was following you, Mr. Weasley," the vampire said, unconsciously snuggling into Harry's embrace.

Hermione took the papers and blinked.

"This is Irish soil, not English at all," she mussed. Harry's eyes widened.

"Right! They said something of Mistress Andraste in Dublin, do you think it could come from there?"

"Dublin? Certainly, but why Dublin, and why a goddess,"

Jonathan stared at the boys for a second.

"Andraste is the warrior goddess of victory," he said softly. "She rides in her chariot toward battle fearlessly."

"Wait, Chariot?" Seamus interrupted. Jonathan nodded. "Maybe it's the Chariotteer in Talbot Street?" the Irishman suggested. Hermione shook her head.

"The Charioteer of Talbot Street is a man, Seamus," she said. Seamus just grinned.

"To muggles that's a man, if you remove the Glamour you get a warrior princess,"

"Andraste," whispered Harry, then turned to Hermione and handed her the distraught child. "'Mione, please take care of Mr. Harker," he said then smiled at the vampire. "Don't worry, we'll get him back,"

"Thank you Mr. Potter," whispered Jonathan, wrapping his arms around Hermione's neck.

Harry nodded.

"Let's go Ron, to Ireland!"

Both Aurors disappeared without another word.

Harker sighed.

"Please be careful, you don't fully understand what you are dealing with," he sighed, just as another auror dropped a new case into Harry Potter's desk, one that was ignored at the moment, but had the connecting information that would solve the mystery of the Deathly Hallows.

To Be Continued.