Love and Nature

AnimeFanatic

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Action & Adventure
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 4
Published: 26/03/2003
Last Updated: 24/04/2003
Status: paused

During the summer after their 4th year, Harry, Ron, and Bill (yes Bill, eldest brother of the Weasleys) discovered their abilities to control a certain natural element. They now seek the remaining Nature Spirit before his or her abilities are used for the wrong reasons. One of the two part series I am planning to make. Rated PG-13 for upcoming minor violence.

Chapters

1. Wind

2. Earth

1. Wind

Name: Love and Nature

Subject: Romance/Action/Adventure

Summary: Over the summer of their 4th year, Harry, Ron, and Bill (yes Bill, eldest brother of the Weasleys) discovered their abilities to control a certain natural element. They now seek the remaining Nature Spirit, the Spirit of the Water before his or her abilities are used for the wrong reasons. One of the two part series I am planning to make.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters; they are the property and were created by the wonder mind of J.K. Rowling. However, I do not know who was first to come up with the idea of controlling nature, but I know I am not the first to come up with that idea.

A/n: If you are hoping to find out what the uses for the Sorcerer’s Stone is for in One Wish, sorry, major writers block on that one. I am now writing this to ease my mid a little.

Chapter Title: Wind

Harry Potter was no natural boy, sure, some boys may enjoy doing homework and hate summer vacation, but that is not what separated him from the others. He is a wizard, but not just any wizard; he is a The Boy Who Lived and the one destined to defeat Voldemort once and for all.

Okay, so your first thought must be, Oh great, another famous jerk that is meant to save the world but probably too selfish to do it. Well, he is nothing like that. Sure, he may be famous, but all he desires is to be a regular boy— Well as regular as a wizard boy can be.

Now you are probably wondering, why is he famous? Well, when Harry was but a year old, he was the one Voldemort went to kill but was unable to. What happened to Voldemort is still a mystery among many. Even the ones who know only have theories but they are the closest they have. Voldemort had not shown his face for a long time— that is until last winter, Voldemort rose back to full power… and beyond. Now, what is so great about this Voldemort person you— “Boy, get down here at once!” Guess I better explain later.

“What is it Uncle Vernon?” A boy— no, a young man asked whilst walking down the stairs to the kitchen. This young man is none other than Harry Potter. As he walked into the kitchen, he noticed his Aunt Petunia was holding a butcher knife swinging it around like a lunatic. She’s lost lit! Harry thought until he noticed what she was trying to hit with the butcher knife.

It was a tiny owl, flying all over the kitchen, screeching and leaving feathers all over the kitchen. This would probably remind you of the scene where King Kong was on top of the Empire State Building trying to swat the planes like flies. This was not just any little owl though; it was an owl with a mission, a mission to deliver a message from his master to the target. The owl’s name is— “PIG!” Harry almost shouted

“Are you blind boy? This is an owl! What has that-that school been teaching you?!” Vernon screamed at his nephew. Harry just ignored him, snatched Pig right out of the air with his Quidditch Seeker speed, and ran up the stairs as fast as he could before Vernon could shout at him any more.

All these years, the Dursleys thought they had kept the secret of having a nephew living within their house. What they did not know was that their house was not sound proof. Their shouts and screams were always heard from the neighbors. The Masons were a brave couple to even step into their house and try to find out what was causing all the commotion.

Even though Harry was out of sight, Vernon still shouted and screamed at the thought of magi… the “M” word nonsense happened in his home. Harry stepped into his room, and found 2 other owls along side of Hedwig. One of the accompanying owls carried an envelope with the Hogwarts Crest embedded on the seal. The other owl carried yet another envelope with a very neat calligraphy addressing towards him; he was guessing the one with calligraphy was from Hermione.

He opened the letter from Hogwarts first (A/n: I am not in a hurry if you are wondering why I wrote the letter for this story).

Dear Mr. Potter Please note that the new school year will begin on September the first. The Hogwarts Express shall leave from King’s Cross Station, platform nine and three-quarters, at eleven o’clock.

I would like to congratulate and inform you that you have been chosen to be a Gyrffindor Prefect. You along with 2 other Gryffindors and 3 of each other houses are also Prefect. Please get to know them and try not to make a bad impression for the younger students you aboard the Prefect’s compartment, which happens to be just behind the conductors.

As a Prefect, you are to set a prime example to the younger students and keep them out of trouble. You are given the privilege to deduct points to their houses if they disobey you or the rules. There shall be prefect meetings every Wednesday and your patrol time shall be decided then.

While you are in the Prefects Compartment, you shall be discussing with your fellow Gryffindor Prefects on what the password for the Gryffindor House should be. Afterwards, you shall discuss with every Prefect for the password of the Prefect’s Bathroom.

A list of books for next year is enclosed.

Yours sincerely,

Professor M. McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Harry read and reread the letter in astonishment. He, Harry Potter, one of the biggest pranksters in school of their generation, was a Prefect. He wondered whom his fellow Prefects are, for the letter did not mention the names of the other Prefects.

He let the Hogwarts owl off for it showed signs of annoyance towards Pig, who was now zooming around the room, knocking over lamps and other furniture. Hedwig gave a disapproving hoot to the undignified owl that was causing havoc among her master’s room. Harry noticed this and decided to read Ron’s letter before Hedwig and the owl Hermione used would go hunt Pig down and eat him like a rodent prey.

Dear Harry,

Hey, can you believe it? Mum asked Professor Dumbledore if you could stay at the Burrow for the last two weeks of summer. Mum and Dad are really ecstatic; they haven’t seen you since the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Harry felt a pang of guilt enter him as thoughts of Cedric Diggory; a fine 7th year was murdered because of him. (A/n: That is how Harry feels, I do not believe Cedric died because of him)

So how are you? Have the Muggles been treating you right? Well, better make it brief; Pig is probably driving you and Hedwig off your rockers. Send reply through Pig to see if your relatives allow you to come over. If they don’t… we’ll do what we did in our second year and break you out once again. We will come at 3 in the afternoon of August 18th so you can have dinner with us.

Hermione couldn’t come by the way, I owled her beforehand and she says, “I am too good for you. I have to get ready to be a Prefect and set a good example. I read my 500th book on being a Hogwarts Prefect and need to read more.” Okay, she did not say that exactly, but I know she was implying it.

Best mates forever,

Ron

P.S. Bill is coming over and Ginny is sleeping over the house of a friend of hers.

Harry’s guilt was quickly forgotten for the moment and quickly grabbed a quill and parchment.

Dear Ron,

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia would be more than happy to kick me out of the house. It is the usual with: “Do the laundry”, “Mow the lawn”, “Cook dinner”, the list goes on! I can’t wait to get out of here, on second thought, I better tell my Uncle about it or he would go nutters if he all of the sudden saw Wizards walking up his porch.

Friends forever,

Harry

As Harry finished the letter, he felt something missing. He shrugged it off, gave the letter to Pig, and sent the little owl on its merry way. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” Harry said to the last owl that held Hermione’s letter.

Dear Harry,

How have you been doing? I am sorry I couldn’t come to the burrow, but I needed to research some things about being a Prefect. Can you believe it? I am a Prefect! I wonder who the other Prefects are, the list did not mention who the others were. Oh well, that does not matter at this moment. I am guessing Ron insulted my reading hobby in his letter did he not? Ugh! I don’t understand why that boy doesn’t grow up and just accept the fact that I like to read!

Just last month, I went to Bulgaria to visit Viktor. The library there is HUMONGUS, you should see it. Oh, there I go again, rambling even though it is written on a letter. I missed you two lots over the summer and hope to see you both in Diagon Alley, if not, Platform Nine and three quarters.

With lots of love,

Hermione

Harry laughed, now he knew who, other than himself, is a Gryffindor Perfect. He picked up his quill once again and pulled out a new piece of parchment.

Dear Hermione,

I have been doing okay, exception of the slave work though. I am sure we can manage without you this summer, though I will be awkward being a duo instead of the trio. Oh, and yes, Ron did some snotty remark /don’t tell him though/ but don’t worry, I am sure he meant it in a nice way.

It sounded like you had lots of fun in Bulgaria. He did treat you right didn’t he? If he didn’t, have no fear, Ron and I will curse him back to the renaissance.

You are a Prefect? Wow, not to sound mocking and all, but I knew you would make it. I wonder who the other Prefects are too *wink-wink*. Well, I guess we *wink-wink* will find out at the Prefects compartment.

Love,

Harry

Harry reread his letter for any spelling and grammar corrections; wow, Hermione’s perfectionist ways are rubbing off on him. He finally decided it was good and handed the owl his letter. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” he repeated; the owl nibbled his hand affectionately and flew off into the sky. Harry watched it fly away before he dealt with his Aunt and Uncle. He knew they would let him go, but he also knew they would give him a hard time about it. He gave one last sigh before going to face hell.

Just as Harry predicted, Vernon did allow him to go, however he made Harry do twice as many chores he had before. With the extra chores, Harry felt the day he would leave Number Four Privet Drive soon enough. He had several lucky breaks when old Mrs. Figg asked for his assistance. Luckily enough, it was just checking if the TV was working, strange job, but Mrs. Figg always seemed odd. So he ended up just watching TV and taking a break the whole day twice a week. This made the wait more bearable.

Finally, August 18th came, and the Weasleys were to come any minute. Harry paced around the living room. Expecting them to come through the fireplace. The doorbell rang and Harry ignored it, and continued pacing. Dudley went to answer the door and regretted it as soon as he saw who was outside. He practically slammed the door on Mr. Weasley’s face and ran to his room for refuge, holding his bottom at the same time.

Harry then opened the door, “Good afternoon Mr. Weasley,” he said with a radiant smile. It was a good afternoon indeed, the sky was almost cloudless, the birds were happily chirping, the sun was bright, the temperature was just right, and the breeze keep them cool and refreshed.

“Good afternoon Harry, do you have everything ready and packed?” Mr. Weasley smiled back. Harry showed him his suitcase and pointed at the sky towards Hedwig who was exercising her wings. “Okay, the car is right there.” The car Mr. Weasley pointed at was a red mustang convertible; it was a real beauty from the looks outside. Harry could only imagine how magic could change a muggle car. However, he felt rather guilty that is first thought was how the Weasleys could afford this car. “It was a gift from the Ministry since the first one was destroyed,” Mr. Weasley said rather sheepishly and helped Harry put his suitcase in the trunk. They got on the car and with a roar of the engine; they became invisible and took off.

Harry once in a while stuck out his hand not to signal where he was so Hedwig could follow them, but to give Hedwig a chance to rest from flying for hours. After flying for three hours straight Hedwig grew tired, and so she used the rest of her energy to catch up to Harry’s arm. She was just about to grip onto his arm just when she lost all energy and fell behind. “Hedwig!” Harry shouted and tried to make a grab for her but missed. As he stuck his head out of the car, he saw Hedwig fall towards Earth through the clouds without the strength to fly. “No…” He whispered to himself, then of a sudden, a great gust of wind blew from where Hedwig had fell to where the car was.

“Oh no, there is turbulence!” Mr. Weasley shouted, complete oblivious to Harry loosing his owl. Harry ignored the wind, in fact, he hardly felt the wind at all, it was as if they were one. The next thing Harry noticed was a big feather ball was soaring and screeching while being blown towards Harry’s hand. It was Hedwig; the wind had blown his trusty owl right towards his hand. “Whew that was close, with that strong turbulence, you’d probably think there was a hurricane or something. Are you okay Harry?”

Harry quickly took her into the car and began to stroke his faithful owl. “Yes, I am alright, and Hedwig is recovering,” Harry shivered; he almost lost another thing that was closest to his heart. After an hour or so, they arrived at the burrow.

2. Earth

A/n: Ah! Sorry, I should have proofread it myself. I did not really plan to post this in the first place; this was just a story I planned to work on with my spare time. I really did not expect so many people to read this. Well, I could take time to proofread it myself, search for proofreaders now. Any volunteers? *Looks around hopefully* Sigh; there is always next chapter.

To Clair: Yes, Harry did cause the wind. I am planning to have Harry go as Wind Element. The others… well, rather have you guess and find out later on. ^_^ Also, bout that bathroom thing, sorry, but I would not make this go any further than PG-13. I just don’t write that kind of stuff.

To Old Wolf: Thank you so much! ^_^ I need some critique on my mistakes every now and then. I’ll be sure to make this as flawless as possible, grammatically that is. Never know how this would turn out in people’s opinion.

To CMArnaud: Yes, I spotted that mistake and fixed it. Thank you for pointing it out.

Earth

Harry was still shaken up at the close loss of his loyal owl he received as a 11th birthday present from Hagrid, the gamekeeper of Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As he got off, the entire Weasley family other than Mr. Weasley and Charlie ran from the house and gave him a group hug. After a few failed times, he managed to choke out, “Can’t breathe”.

They finally all let go of him and gave him room to breathe. They all gave him a warm smile that a loving family always gives and Harry couldn’t help but return. After Harry caught his breath, he made a gesture for a hug, which the Weasleys gladly gave.

They remained that way until Mrs. Weasley remembered there a roasted chicken to tend to. She excused herself from the joyous occasion and went back into the house to the kitchen; Ginny, Fred, and George to continue with their daily activities closely followed her.

“Well, there is no point in staying out here much longer. Ron, why don’t you and I carry Harry’s items to the Guest’s Room?” Mr. Weasley opened the trunk and pulled out Harry’s luggage.

Harry nearly tripped at the word “Guest’s Room”. He gave Ron a questioning look. “Dad got a raise for working and got ‘Employee of the Month’. It really helped this family out wonders!” Ron said and tugged on some of Harry’s bags, and headed for the house.

“You really don’t have to Mr. Weasley…” Harry started.

“Nonsense Harry, you are like a family to us. Besides, I am sure the Dursleys have worked you hard enough. Bill, would you come and lend us a hand?” The eldest Weasley took a few bags as well and followed Ron inside.

Mr. Weasley closed the trunk and carried the rest of the luggage, then headed for the house as well. Harry was before too preoccupied with the Weasley Family Group Hug to notice the changes with the house. It was three times as large as before, he also noticed several extensions so the left of the house. The house from the outside view all in all was quite plain— well, as plain as a wizarding house can be.

As they entered the house, Mr. Weasley was practically beaming. Inside was all beautifully lighted. The curtains all waved in different colors and the furniture gave an earthy feeling. The stairs kept changing directories like Hogwarts, and there were the usual booms and bangs from Fred and George’s room. Finally, after almost 2 months of being mistreated, Harry felt home.

While Harry was busy looking around, his luggage had already made its destination to the Guest’s Room. “Harry! You room is all set!” Bill called from the balcony. After the 10 minutes of being at the Burrow, Harry finally noticed Bill’s changes. He still kept the fang earring, but cut his hair. He was still taller than Ron, which is a surprise, for Ron was growing taller than most of his siblings. Bill was 6’1 while Ron was 5’11.

After looking through 4 rooms, Harry finally found where the Guest’s Room was. Ron was “testing” the bed’s softness. Bill and Mr. Weasley were looking around the room checking if there could be any improvements. The room itself was no larger than the Hogwarts Dorms, but Harry isn’t going to complain, no matter the size; the room was perfect.

“Yeah, it’s not much…” Ron said, taking a break from jumping on the bed and starred at the floor.

“Ron, this is so far, the best room I have ever seen. I haven’t even seen your rooms yet!” Harry said with a grin so large it put the Cheshire cats to shame. This brought the 3 redheads’ spirits up.

There was a moment of silence when they gave Harry a new tour of the Burrow. It was however interrupted when Ron’s stomach gave a huge growl demanding with hunger. Fortunately before Ron could complain, Mrs. Weasley called them down for dinner and they left for the kitchen.

“It smells really great Mrs. Weasley!” Harry said as everybody entered the Kitchen.

“Oh please Harry, saying Mrs. Weasley makes me feel so old, you may call me Molly from now on. Besides, you are like family to us, I probably wouldn’t mind if you called me mom.” Molly smiled as she placed the food on the dinner plate.

“I have to agree with Molly. Calling me Mr. Weasley makes me feel like I’m in my 60s. I would rather appreciate it if you start calling me Arthur.”

The dinner was going very well, there was mashed potatoes, stringed beans, salad, steak, and of course the Roasted Chicken. Every once in a while, the Weasley twins would make some joke that would cause everybody to spit out the food they were chewing; everybody with the exception of Percy and Molly.

“Oy! Harry, did we mention? The joke shop is still in construction; it should not be long after next year till the store is in full go. We have the plans all set up, and as being our sponsor, we insist on giving you 20% of our profit! It is the least we can do as a thank you for giving us such a generous donation.” George said gratefully.

“Cheers to Harry!” Fred called and held his cup in the air and the others followed in suit.

Molly heard about the joke shop enough. In her opinion, she’d rather have the twins work in the Ministry with Percy and Arthur or at least a decent job like Bill and Charlie’s. “Bill, you are not getting any younger, have you found a decent young girl yet?” She said trying to change the subject from the joke shop.

“Yes mum, her name is Rebecca. We have been going out for about a month now.” Bill forced a smile while turning several shades of red. Sometimes he just wished that Molly would just butt out of his love life.

“Well, I hope she is better than the one before,” Molly said sternly.

“She is mum! Please, just let me—” ^Why can’t she just let me be?!^ Bill thought

“Oh, that is what you said about Ashley, I better go see for my—“ Molly interrupted Bill, but was interrupted herself, for there was a large earthquake that just started shaking up!

Everybody quickly ducked under the table… all except Bill who remained shaking in fury. It would be as if Bill was shaking the entire ground along with his anger. Bill remained blind of his surroundings by anger. Plates of food were falling to the floor, pictures were falling off the hinges, and everybody was screaming, well, everybody but Bill. After another half minute of shaking, Bill finally snapped out of his trance and noticed the shaking around him. Everything stopped shaking that vary moment along with him.

“I’ll go check it out,” Bill said and he left the dining room as quick as possible.

Molly looked around; she could not believe the havoc that has come among the beautiful dinner she had made. She had slaved over the oven for hours just so Harry’s welcome would be more comfortable, and now it was all ruined. She tried to fight the tears that were shoving their way through her eyelids. Soon she lost control and began weeping.

“Um… Kids, you are excused…” Arthur waved them away and tried to comfort his wife. The Weasley kids never saw Molly this vulnerable, and Arthur does not want them to see her this way.

Ginny gave one confused look and went to her room. Harry and Ron on the other hand went outside to follow Bill. No one should be alone if that earthquake was caused by magic. There has been no chant, incantation, or spell that has been known to be able to do such a thing.

“Do you think it was You-Know-Who that did that?” Ron questioned. He shuddered at the thought of Voldemort shaking the Hogwarts walls and tearing it down.

“It wouldn’t surprise me if he did. Who knows how far Voldemort’s power extends to? However, if he does posses such ability, why wouldn’t he have used it sooner to destroy the Ministry or Hogwarts?”

“Don’t give him any ideas!” Ron said clamping his hand on Harry’s mouth and looked around.

“Mmff, mmm mfff mMMmm Mfffmmfff,” Harry spat on Ron’s hand.

“Eww! What did you say?” Ron wildly shook his hand that was full of spit.

“I said you are getting paranoid Ron… Where is Bill? He couldn’t have went off that far,” Harry looked around the block. There was no sign of any tall redhead other than Ron.

“He probably headed back, no wait! There he is, he is heading for the library!” Harry could not see Bill, but followed Ron anyways to the public library.

Indeed Bill had entered the library, but what for? Did it have something to do with the Earthquake they felt not long ago. Once Harry and Ron entered the library, there showed no signs of Bill anywhere.

“Ron, are you sure you were not just seeing things? Why would Bill go to this muggle library anyways?” Harry scanned around; there was no sign of him once again. Ron however ignored him and dragged him to a deserted section of the library.

There Ron pulled out his wand, and with it, he tapped the farthest brick on the lower right next to the bookshelf, he then tapped the 4 bricks above and tapped them again starting from the top. The wall itself began to ripple like it was made of water. Ron stepped inside; it was similar to the barrier of Platform 9 and 3/4, Harry then followed in suit.

“This is the Wizarding Library, all public muggle libraries have portals to here,” Ron said with his nose up in the air.

“Ron, if I did not know any better, I would say Hermione’s tone is rubbing off on you,” Harry laughed.

“Sod off Potty,” Ron smirked a Malfoy smirk.

“Sure Weasel,” Harry retorted.

“Now, now, you two should not fight, this is a library after all,” someone softly said behind them. Behind them was Bill with square glasses; this was more of how Harry first imagined him to be like.

“Back to the dork stage, eh Bill? Or should I say, classic Bill?” Ron laughed.

Bill crossed his eyes, “If this was our house, you would be down on the floor begging for mercy before you can say Lavender.” Bill smirked as the look of horror that has come from Ron’s face.

^Lavender? Lavender Brown of the Gryffindor house? Ron fancies her?^ Harry thought, he then shook it off. It was none of his business anyways.

“What do you have there Bill?” Ron asked speaking for both him and Harry.

“Not that it is any of your business, but it is a book on how the ancient wizards once believed Nature to be.” Bill explained, though he seemed to be trying to hide a certain part to it,

“Can I see it?” Harry asked with much curiosity.

“Now whom is Hermione’s habits rubbing off on? OW!” Harry hit Ron in the arm with more strength that he planned to.

“I don’t see the harm in letting you take a look…” Bill handed the book, Nature and Spirits, to Harry.

In Medieval Times, the Wizards once believed there were 5 powerful Wizards known as Elemental Spirits or Guardians of the Elements. 4 of which each control 1 specific element: Air, Earth, Fire, and Water. The fifth Spirit can control all of the elements, but have less effect on each element then the original Elemental Spirit. It is rumored that the Fifth Spirit is stronger than any of the other 4 Spirits alone.

There has never been more than one noted certain element Spirit in a lifetime. As soon as a Spirit dies, their abilities are passed on to either a descendent, if not, a random person. The latest known Spirits were none other than Gordic Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin, and Merlin the Magnificent (anyone know his last name?). Greg Gryffindor, Naomi Nemi, Renee Rowan, and Sean Slytherin, the first only known heirs of Spirits have shown no sign of the powers that were passed on to them. However the founders of Hogwarts claim they have gained their abilities from their family line, all but Slytherin who claims his abilities were never among his family line.

More rumored opinions state that if Spirits have the same heir, one of the two powers shall be transferred to another by random. The powers are however not transferred until the former spirit dies. After the heirs of the founders showed no signs of controlling nature, witches and wizards began to search for the people the powers have most likely transferred to. With all the commotions, the witches and wizards began asking Muggles that led the Muggles the suspicion there were Witches that would eat children out in the world.

Over the ages, no one has showed signs of these legendary powers. It is beginning to grow suspicion that there were no such powers to begin with, since there is no present proof the founders and Merlin ever had such abilities such as: shaking the mountains, causing strong unimaginably strong gusts of winds, incinerate forests in a blink of an eye, and dry lakes in no time at all. More information on Spirits’ abilities on page 709.

“Why are you looking at this book? Do you suspect someone to be a Spirit?” Harry questioned.

“Can we move to a more secretive place?” Bill asked, looking to the sides. They walked to a deserted section of the wizarding library. “All right, I’m am getting a feeling that I-I am an Earth Spirit!”

Ron roared in laughter that was quickly muffled to silence by Bill. “You’re joking right? I mean, you? An Earth Spirit? HAHAHA!” Ron started laughing again and Bill blushed. “Wait, you’re serious?! That is great… My brother… an Earth Spirit…” Ron said with a slight hint of jealousy.

“Hmm… I think there might be a possibility that I might be a Air Spirit…” Harry said rather hesitant, keeping his eyes to the book.

“Why do you say that?” Bill questioned.

“Well, it says Air Spirits have the ability to summon strong gusts of winds… When I was in Arthur’s new car with Hedwig flying close behind, Hedwig grew tired and fell. I hoped for some miracle that Hedwig would be safe, and then a strong gust of wind blew FROM the clouds UPWARDS and sent Hedwig back. When the wind blew, Arthur mentioned something about a huge turbulence when I couldn’t feel the wind at all.” Harry turned rather pink, “I know, just my imagination.”

“Harry, think of moving the air around you.” Bill instructed. A small refreshing breeze began to blow.

“Where did that comes from? There is no window near here; there is no way unless… Harry, you caused the breeze!” Ron shouted and started jumping up and down like a little kid that is presented a wawwy pop

“Ron! Shut up! If any one hears, worse, if You-Know-Who hears this, you can expect that we will not be talking freely or talking at all in an hour!” Bill tried his best not to shout so his lines were sent in a line of hisses.

‘^-^` Meanwhile ‘^-^`

“Lord Voldemort!” A balding man stepped up to the throne room.

“What is it Wormtail? You can praise me when I am not napping.” Voldemort, a man with a snake like head, waved his hand lazily and slowly drifted back to sleep.

“Master, it is not that. Our sources say they have located 2 of the legendary Spirits.” Wormtail stepped back some. He knows what happens when his Lord is bothered with news he already knows. This, however, caught his Lord’s attention.

“I know Potter is a Spirit, how can he not for being the Heir of Gryffindor,” Wormtail took more steps backward, “However, whom is this other 2 Spirits you mentioned of?”

“A fried of Potter’s my Lord, his name is Bill Weasley. I heard it with my own ears that he is an Earth Spirit. I rushed as fast as I could to deliver you this information.” Wormtail awaited his reward, which unfortunately, or fortunately, never came.

“Is the other Spirit you know of Potter? If so, be gone! Don’t waste my precious time with your nonsense!” Voldemort yelled.

“S-sir, the other Spirit we know of has been to H-Hogwarts. Young Malfoy mentioned the lake of Hogwarts dis-disappearing and reappearing as if nothing happened. The reason for his tardiness is because he was not sure whether he was ha-hallucinating.” Wormtail trembled; he feared Harry might have been the Spirit that has done such a thing. After all, Harry needed to get to the prisoners of the Mermen in his 3rd task in the Triwizard Tournament, and it would not have been such a radical thinking to just drain the lake and get to the prisoners.

“Hmmm… So Potter is more of Ravenclaw’s Heir? That leaves the essence of Merlin, Hufflepuff, and *Spit* Gryffindor to find. Leave now and bring more details to me now! Bring me the information I seek and you shall be greatly rewarded!” Voldemort smirked, to get most hard-working servants is to set a goal. If he could just get at least one other Spirit to work for him, he shall be undefeatable!

“Y-yes my Lord!” Wormtail could barely conceal his glee and left in a hurry.