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Authors notes: I realized after looking back on the last entries, that these 'Chapters' are a little short. I will endevor to add bulk and more action into them. I know that they seem a little slow on the relationships, but I am trying to flesh out the background of the story. Thank you for your patience.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any rights to the Harry Potter series or characters other than ones that I create for the purpose of this fan fiction. Nor do I own any rights to the Emberverse series or characters. This is a work of Fan-Fiction and is not written for momentary gain. It is just that the time frames for both of these worlds match up beautifully. The Sorcerers Stone was published in 1997 and the events in the Emberverse series happen in 1998 and Harry Potter in the books was born in 1980 putting him at the age of 17 at the publishing of the first book. I couldn't pass this coincidence up. But to make my timeline work, the books would have been published the year after the events in the Harry Potter series happened. Pushing the creation of the movie Years before the original.
I hope you enjoy this work of fiction and please feel free to leave comments, I would love to hear them, good or bad.
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Sitting around the small table in a small room of an abandoned building at the edge of town, four figures sit around a small jar containing, of all things, a small ball of floating blue flames. There is a slight buzzing sound that would be heard by anyone trying to hear what they were saying. Sitting on the table is a map of Oregon with small markers on the location of Portland and other locations south.
Fred leans back as he takes a drink of he water, "So as far as George and I could make out, Arminger is squeezing his peons hard and working them harder. It also looks like he is training a lot of men at arms and building seige equipment and making crossbows like no tomorrow. If you ask me, he is preparing for war." He took a bite of the sandwich in his hand and sat back. " Looks like next year or the year after at the latest. We ran into one of his Barons. Some Eddie Liu and his bulldog named Mac. The guy was built like Hagrid and probably has some giant or troll blood in his family tree."
"Alright, we should take a look around here before the senate meeting. " Harry sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "The plan is to introduce our community to them and offer whatever ever assistance we can to help them prepare the war it looks like this Arminger bloke seems intent on. Fortunately, we can probably have a a couple of our people come here to help with preperations, maybe that student of Neville's. What's his name, Anthony?" Looking over at Hermione, " How are we for trade goods and/or tradeable skills?"
"Looking over her list, she smiles. "With the crates of fresh vegetables in stasis, we can supliment their meager rations and provide everyone a small amount of nessicary vitamins and minerals in their diets." Her smile takes on a slightly carnivorous look as she continues, " Where we might be able to really is wards, though that will take some time, but we might be able to cover a reasonable portion of their weakest spots along their walls." Turning to another page, she continues, " I think we should begin looking around to see if anyone shows any magical aptitude and begin rudimentary training. If they could have their own people learn healing and basic charms, they should be able to make better progress."
"I would like to see if they would be willing to let Fred and I look into their engineering workshops, though that might take a bit of a demonstration on our part." His grin hid any of the mischief that they were known for. And as soon as I can get a hold of some ingredients, I can start making some of our more questionable pranks. The ones McGonagall absolutely hated. We also might be able to start a service adding dissillusionment charms to helms or cloaks for their troops and scouts."
Hermione makes some notes and says, "Get me a list of things you would like and I'll check into having them sent from across the pond. Not promisses though." She grins and adds " Though, if you are willing to trade some of your products for ingredients, we can probrbly make some deals. It seems that they are having a bit of a Death Eater revival over they, but nothing they can't handle with a little help."
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Two days later, the Hogwarts group are sitting along the guest dignitaries benches, having sat through an hour or tedium as each department outlined their progress and needs. Every one of them felt their projects were top priority. Finally it was time for new business and the chairperson nodded to Harry, " We have some guests from the English Isles who would like to adress the people."
Harry stepped forward and casting a wandless modified Sonorus, adressed those assembled. "Hello people of the City of Corvallis..." Gasps fill the room with some shouting that the Change has changed back. Raising his voice to be heard he almost has to shout "NOTHING has changed, just let me explain please." After a few moments of neighbors quieting neighbors, silence settles over the room. "I'm sure many of you have heard of the books written by Mrs Rowlings about a school in Scotland. Well as you can see, those stories are mostly true." Pushing back his messy hair from his scar, "My name is Harry Potter and while I was hoping to have a break from the last war I was in, I and my friends would like to off the city of Corvallis whatever assistance we can."
A man in the back stands up and shouts, " And you expect us to believe that magic is real? While the McKensies belive in that stuff, it doesn't sound anything like in those books. Are you trying to tells us that you have a magic stick and can cast spells from it?" Looking at the faculty seats with a look of irritation, "Why are we listening to this rubish?" Others were mumbling agreement, some even heading to the exit.
Harry pulls his wand from it's holster setting off a bang like a gun startling everyone into silence, all eyes turning to him, some ducking for cover. "Sorry for the dramatics, " He says as he conjures up a glass and with a brief Aguamenti, filling his glass and taking a sip." but I needed your attention to show you that, Yes magic is real and like it is in the books. Yes we just finished our own war that you thought was fiction." Vanishing the glass and remaining water, he transfigures the floor, creating a short pillar under his feet. " We are here to offer what help we can. We don't have many of us, but we want to help our neighbors."
Silence hangs heavy as people try to assimilate what they have seen. It drew on for a full five minutes before everyone began talking over their neighbor, shouting questions, while some crossed themselves. One person near one of the doors quietly slipped out, not noticing George following dissillusioned as he headed unhurriedly down the street. Sliping close to the man, he slips a small stone into his pocket and headed back to the assembly.
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Later that evening, sitting around the table in their tent, George pulled out his Wizarding Wireless from his satchel. "I don't think we will get much at this time, but we should at least monitor for who and what he is reporting to." The sounds of horses hooves could clearly be heard coming from the wireless. " Now lets just hope he doesn't loose the stone. Too bad I couldn't get something on his horse, but I didn't have the time."
It was almost a full day before the man could be heard responding to a challenge to be recognized. Hermione, who was listening at the timehad paper and a dicta-pen ready 'Really Jo, quills? The magical world left those behind ages ago.' True, quills were still used for riuals but not for everyday notes.
Motioning Harry over as he walked into the tent, she pulled out a seat for him next to her. "Lord Protector. I have a report......"