Discovery


"This is most serious and peculiar. It is unheard of for a mage to summon a human, much less one such like yourself."

"You're actually a mage, aren't you, Harry?"


"Is this proper, Albus?"

"Really, Severus? We're just playing a friendly game of chess to pass the time. You did decline after all, so at least allow an old man some sport," Dumbledore said good naturedly.

"And I do believe I've found a worthy opponent this time. Knight to F-6."

The potions master had long since grown accustomed to Albus Dumbledore's quirkiness, but this development was pushing boundaries for Snape. He had been in the middle of his latest report on his ongoing espionage escapade done in the service of the light before the rather sudden arrival of the person that Snape could least possibly imagine legitimately joining their session. He'd acted without hesitance and attacked the intruder, but had been left wandless in seconds, yet otherwise unharmed. Dumbledore, who had been just as surprised as himself, had made no move however, and soon the old headmaster and the intruder wound up in a game of chess, seemingly just trying to pass the time. No words explaining this weird situation were passed around except some meaningful glances.

Snape was left standing in the periphery, looking on with both interest and apprehension. If the occurrence was any less strange, he might have felt immense annoyance at being snubbed so thoroughly. He still had half the mind to up and leave, as to avoid this insanity, but instead he stayed. It was clear, they were waiting for something, an event that would explain all this. Meanwhile, Snape tried to figure out why Dumbledore would resort to such dangerous methods.

"Old man? I dare say you're far too young to be uttering such nonsense," the guest said as he made his own move.

"I'll have you know that I haven't been called young in three decades," Dumbledore responded.

"I know, that's why I said it." The two men looked knowingly at each other. "I'm still older, by the way."

"I had a feeling you'd say that, but why are you here? Surely, this is not a social visit?" Dumbledore asked, mid-move, as he held a bishop piece thoughtfully.

"You are quite right. As enjoyable as this is, I came here to make a small delivery, and I must say I hope things aren't so dire that we must meet again like this." The guest placed a small brown leather bag on the table on which a simple envelope was bound.

"Most of the work was in preparing the package as you will learn. All there is left to do now is wait."


Several days passed since Louise and Harry had traveled to Tristain's capital to buy a sword. In addition, Louise had bought Harry new clothes however it took only a single day of wearing the stuff before Harry had turned to magic to solve his immediate problems. A small bit of transfiguration and a few charms made Dudley's hand offs more comfortable than they'd ever been and an actual fit. With a bit more tampering, the pleasantly hot summer weather also became much more bearable with the hoodie changed into a t-shirt. For Harry, changing clothes quickly evolved into a game of transfiguring his current wear. He now had new clothes every day.

Intrigued, Louise had almost begged Harry for a transfigured dress.

Sadly enough, that was the most progress they made. They hadn't yet learned much outside of the obvious about Harry's new power.

Harry's hand would, when holding a weapon, light up eeriely from the familiar runes still etched into his hand. Every time, his scar would jolt a bit, before the pain slowly faded and each time, in a delayed effect, Louise would share that pain. That part spooked Harry. Whenever his scar was involved, it always bad news.

As they kept experimenting with it, the pain slowly became less prominent. A welcome change which they hoped would continue.

Even with a new mystery literally glowing at hand, Harry had managed to fall into the old routine of simply going about life day by day. It had already been five days in this new realm and while he'd butted heads with Louise from time to time, having a common interest in finding out about what the runes meant was smoothing things out.

For now.

Harry knew that he could only distract himself for so long. He was beginning to feel restless. Every night he tucked in thinking how he had not achieved anything that day. He would then go over everything he knew and try to think of anything he might have overlooked. It turned into sleepless nights.

His nights weren't helped by the fact that Louise slept uneasily.

Alas, it wasn't till they showed the runes to Professor Colbert, that they got anywhere. Making a sketch of the runes, Colbert had scurried away not to be heard from again. He had since then only shown up for classes, looking much worn out, yet as vibrant as ever.

Since Colbert seemed to be on to something, Louise and Harry decided to start on something else that they had been anxious to try out.

They tried to teach each other their respective brand of magic.

And it had gone horribly.

You could usually find an empty classroom at Hogwarts, but here everything was either in use or off limits so for a bit of privacy they had snuck off into a nearby forest after classes were over. Staying at or near the academy was out of the question. As Harry had suspected, the truth of his magical ability had begun to spread like wildfire. Already, people were sneaking glances. Not to mention people were whispering he'd defeated Kirche.

Kirche was uncharacteristically quiet throughout it all and neither denied nor confirmed anything, which put extra pressure on him. Louise was completely useless in that regard as she would flush and stutter.

Guiche simply did damage control to avoid getting implicated as much as possible. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it landed him in trouble with Montmorency in a convoluted chain of events. Despite feeling a bit sorry for the unfortunate and foolish Guiche, Harry welcomed it as it drew away some of the attention he were getting.

Tabitha carried on as normal, but that wasn't saying much.

So they spent most of their time brushing up on their magic or so was the idea. Louise would attempt a spell and then nothing would happen, whether using Harry's wand or her own. There wasn't even an explosion when using Harry's wand, which Louise's wand only sometimes produced.

It was something else entirely for Harry. He had no more luck than Louise whenever he tried to cast a spell from Halkegenia, but he was capable of using both his own and Louise's wand for his own spells. However not all spells worked with Louise's wand and when they did, they were often horribly out of control. He'd almost set Louise on fire at one point. Though to be fair, she'd strayed close to scorching him before.

At first, Louise was frustrated, but then Harry had gotten a small reaction from one of the Halkegenian spells. For a while, it had lifted up their spirits.

However it was an anomaly more than anything else as nothing outside of that happened and in the end, they had to give up for the day. They would return to try again the next day, yet to no avail.

After two days of failures, they were thoroughly discouraged. These days, they were mostly just laying around, Harry deep in thought and Louise going over the day's lecture.

One day when both were sitting in the small glade in the woods under the afternoon sun, Harry thought back to the first spell he had ever learned at Hogwarts. Wingardium leviosa, the levitation spell. Back then tiny first year Harry had attempted to make a single feather levitate with much grievance to follow for him and his classmates. Seamus had blown his feather up. Neville had managed to make it too heavy to lift. Ron has simply failed.

Hermione had shown him and Ron how to say the spell properly before acing the spell. Had that been a problem here? Harry had heard Louise's intonation and it was spot on. The wand motions were fluid. Everything was picture perfect.

Then he'd smacked himself loudly. Louise who had been dozing off into a textbook nearby awoke with a start.

"Louise, we have been idiots." Harry had turned to her. Immediately, he'd summoned a quill and some paper.

"Write Wingardium Leviosa as you think it sounds," he'd told her. She scribbled down Wingardium Leviosa and Harry's fears were proven true. Even accounting for errors and odd pronunciation, it was completely wrong. It might as well have been another word in another language. Which was exactly the problem.

The ever so useful translator spell was backfiring. Whatever Harry said in his native language or even latin was being translated into Louise's native tongue by the spell. However the wording was off as she heard one thing when she was supposed to hear the latin. Any spell they attempted would by default be using the wrong invocation. It was an oddity that Harry had even had a reaction to a spell.

Harry had worked Louise to the bone that evening and well into the night. They wrote down spell invocation after spell invocation and then he made her intone spells that Harry wrote down. Harry had done the same, however he'd stuck to a single complex spell. In a stroke of pragmatism after recalling Ron's particular problem with the levitation spell, Harry decided to spell the verbal components as they sounded to him instead of how the spells were actually written. Accurate spelling would give them no points if they ended up saying it wrong. That resulted in a few duplicates to cover different intonations.

That had been yesterday and today was the Day of Void. There were no classes, so Harry and Louise had ventured out to the forest early. With the new-found knowledge they had learned and armed with plenty of paper full of waiting spells, they were eager to start out.

Louise's first attempt were met with failure just like any other attempt.

Perhaps even the final phonetic translation was skewed by the spell. Harry thought it unlikely, but he just couldn't know for sure. Being thorough, they exchanged wands and she tried again.

As Harry heard Louise spew out what sounded like random words to him. Harry was faintly surprised when a small pebble began floating lazily in the air.

The levitation spell had worked as intended.


Louise couldn't believe it. So she simply didn't. Relaxing her grip on the wand, she watched the tiny stone fall back on the ground without any fanfare. She immediately cast the spell again and was met with the same result; a small piece of rock floating lazily as if held by strings.

Given her heritage and field of study, she was no stranger to the workings of magic and despite her rather dubious record, this was not her first successful spell. Yet it had never been this easy or reliable in any way. Say the name of the spell, swish and flick the wand as Harry kept stressing and then you'd get instant results. All this time she had felt horrible as a mage and always felt a need to prove herself, and today she had done it.

If it had simply been like this from the start, then she could really have shown everyone just how good she was. But now, everyone would soon know. Summoning this strange boy had somehow become the best thing to happen to her that she could remember.

"Hey." Harry broke her out of her reverie from his spot in the grass. Whatever he was about to say seemed to be replaced as she glanced his way.

"Are you crying?" He gave her a strange look.

She turned her back to him.

"Shut up, I wasn't crying." she snapped. "Just..," she stopped.

"You're horrible," she said as she faced him. "Working me for days and then when I succeed, you just ridicule me. Is that another rude custom of that faraway land of yours? I should hope not for the women of that poor country."

"If you say you weren't crying then I believe you," Harry said, amused.

"You can believe what you want," Louise said, unimpressed.

"Anyways, good job on your first levitation spell. Now show me another."

She complied and was soon producing a small stable jet of water from the end of Harry's wand. Then she tried another spell and another and each time was met with success after a few minutes of trying and coaching. With each successful spell Louise's smile broadened. Having soon exhausted herself and run outof memorable spells, she plumbed down on the grass with a satisfied sigh.

"Now you should try," she said as she yawned tiredly. "I'm taking a break. Since we worked so hard yesterday, I didn't get much sleep."

"I guess it was a bit much," Harry said, as he stood up and stretched out a bit.

"No!" Louise hurriedly insisted almost automatically. "As a noble I must study hard. I'm just a bit worn out."

She sat up straight and shook her head to stave off the drowsiness.

Watching Harry reciting a string of words, she wondered how she could justify to herself that she was better than him by birthright as a noble. Because if she was better, then she wasn't feeling it.

But again, while Harry wasn't a noble, but he was still a mage, which meant he had the same noble heritage in some form. So it was reasonable that he was better than at least some mages. Then it wouldn't be so surprising that he was better than her. But he was still her familiar and she was his master.

She knew he didn't like when she thought of him as her familiar, but she couldn't help it. It couldn't just be swept under the rug; that bond wasn't meaningless. Not when it came to magic.

Fate, destiny and ancient magic had all been party to the summoning and he still carried the mark of a familiar. Yet, they still held to the shaky agreement that he was basically free to do as he pleased, yet outwardly give appearance of a familiar to avoid nasty inquiries.

She figured it was out of pride or something like it. He wouldn't subjugate himself to her and she could respect that. Their notions of servitude were also very different and unless he suddenly changed his mind, she'd have to respect that and it didn't matter how others dealt with their familiars because hers was special. But it was all so very confusing to her. Though for now things were alright.

He'd even gone up against Kirche for her. Whatever he'd done, she welcomed it. Kirche seemed to have backed off completely. Closing her eyes, she imagined Harry standing up to Kirche and the rest of the school on her behalf.


"Damn it," Harry swore loudly.

Louise sprang up in shock and realized that she'd dozed off as she had been lost in thought. She didn't know how long she'd been out, but Harry was still attempting the same spell, and failing.

Judging by his irritated frown, he'd been at it for a while.

Untangling her now messy hair, she sat back up.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"It doesn't bloody work. There are too many words for me to say them all right and I don't have a bloody clue as to which one I'm saying wrong," Harry half-snapped at her.

Louise idly wondered for a moment what blood had to do with anything, before contemplating his problem. It was true that she had only one word for each spell, so getting the pronunciation right wasn't as much trouble for a one word spell, as it was with a several phrase invocation.

"Well, it was you who insisted on using the whole phrase," she pointed out.

"I know that," Harry said as he threw his arms up. "But I have to, or it won't work."

"What?" Louise looked strangely at him. Harry looked back at her like she was crazy.

"That's what your teachers have been teaching this whole time," he insisted. And by 'this whole time', he meant a few days.

"Harry, you shouldn't just assume things. This is the summoning spell," she berated him. "Most don't use the traditional invocation as the summoning is meant to be personal for each individual mage."

"What, so I can say just about anything and still get a familiar?" Harry asked. Louise nodded slowly.

"How does that even work?" he asked to no one in particular before looking back at Louise.

"Then why didn't you just tell me? I've been standing here for hours." Harry said annoyed.

"I thought you knew," Louise said. "Or something."

"How could I have known?" Harry said, the same annoyance tinting his words. "And I thought you were the smart one."

"I don't know, okay?" Louise said defensively. She looked away, unwilling to face him. As Harry looked more upset than she'd ever seen him be before.

"You just seemed so sure about what you were doing."

"Well, I wasn't and now its all wasted," Harry said as he began pacing the clearing. "I'll just have to figure it out on my own then."

It started as a burning sensation down her stomach. An uncomfortable feeling, surely. She was used to dealing with ridicule and taunts, so she didn't deal with this often. Partly guilt because she knew she had messed up. Partly frustration because she didn't know how to respond besides apologizing. And apologizing didn't help.

If she'd failed a spell and damaged something, sometimes people got mad at her. One of the first times had been with Kirche, when nobody, not even Louise, knew she couldn't do a proper spell. She'd burned one of Kirche's dresses and ruined one of her books. Kirche had made a big deal out of it and any amicable feelings between the two ended that day.

So this sudden change unnerved her.

"Calm down," Louise interjected slowly. "Perhaps you should take a break first. Then we can continue later."

"What? No," Harry said as if the idea was utterly ridiculous to him. Perhaps it was. "Why waste time? We should hurry."

"Hurry? For what?" Louise asked. They had nothing but time. Nothing big was about to happen. It was simply the day of the Void. If they didn't succeed with the spell today, then there would be tomorrow.

"We can still continue tomorrow," she said apprehensively. It wasn't really about the spell at all, she realized. Not really. Not about her either.

"This might help me get home and I'm so close to actually getting somewhere," Harry said. "This is the key, I know it. I need to try this!"

It begged the question, so she asked.

"Why?"

"I already know what will show up from my summoning. And if I can get something from my world here, then there must be a way to reverse it!" Harry said. During his explanation any remnants of his scowl had slowly melted away and was replaced by a thoughtful frown as he began pacing around again. Louise sighed in relief that it was over, but now she wondered that if she let him be, he'd leave a trail in the forest floor.

"What was it you said again about mages using their own invocation?" he asked. "They just make them up?"

Louise made a face and set about explaining it, careful not to leave anything out. "No, they are carefully and deliberately chosen! It's a sacred rite of passage. But yes, the invocation is often made up unlike the wand movements and the wish behind the spell. Though it is said a unique invocation helps with..."

"Intent," Harry mumbled as he began focusing on some point behind her and tuned her out. "It's not about the invocation at all."

"Um, that's not really what I-"

He grappled for his piece of parchment, looking over the words for his original summoning prose before nodding with satisfaction.

"said..."

"What are you doing?" Louise asked him, though it was obvious.

Taking a pose, he whipped out his wand and went through some simple motions for the summoning spell before uttering a single word.

"Sommer!"


"It seems it is time for our game to end, Albus."

Hedwig, who had been sitting on the shoulder of Albus, began flapping her and hooting loudly as if reacting to something that none in the room could see. Albus gave the room a look over, but felt no change at all in the room. Whatever was happening, only Hedwig could see it. If it weren't expected, he might have completely overlooked it.

Albus nodded once to his game partner with a sullen look. The chess game had not gone in his favor. Losing would only have been a question of time. Luckily, he was saved by the bell.

"I agree. But it was a good one," he said.

Albus petted the owl softly to calm it down as he grasped the small leather pouch.

"Now now, Hedwig. I believe you have a most important delivery to make." With care, he affixed the small bag on the leg of the bird. With quizzical eyes, Hedwig regarded the headmaster, before hooting softly.

"I'm afraid I haven't brushed up on my owl lately unlike your young charge seems to have. But I suppose this is goodbye for now." The guest chuckled lightly as Albus was rewarded with a nib on the ear. Then she spread her wings and set off towards the middle of the room, before disappearing without a trace.

"Oh, it is certainly ironic that you're laughing at me," Dumbledore said to the guest. "You've been in my shoes not just a few hours ago."

"Ahh, yes." Said the guest. "But that's the thing about time travelling. I just found it much more enjoyable to be on this side of the exchange."

"I do find myself looking forward to it, yes," Albus agreed. "Well, if that was all, then I'll be heading out at once."

He went behind his desk and rummaged around a bit in his desk drawers.

"Top right behind the deluminator," the guest supplied helpfully.

"Ah, right. There it is." He withdrew a small necklace with an hourglass on it. A time turner, it was usually called. Such a device would usually never leave ministry hands, however when a certain miss Granger had declined using it for her fourth year, it had ended up with him till it could be transferred back to the ministry. He'd almost forgotten that he still had it. Bureaucracy and all that, was what he used to say.

"Thanks, Dumbledore," Albus said, as he draped the lengthy chain over his head.

"Please, just call me Albus," his counterpart said.

"Yes yes, however I must leave you now, I don't want to be late to this meeting we just had."

"You don't want to know how many turns I used?" his future self asked in an amused tone.

"I'll wager it'll be fine if I were to just guess," Albus replied. Then he activated the time turner and for all purposes disappeared.

"Are you done tamping with reality now, Albus?" Snape asked harshly. As the situation devolved to normal, he wiped a bead of sweat of his brow. Mostly, he'd simply stood in the corner avoiding both eye contact and making any sound. Now, he was free to reassert his opinion on what exactly defined crazy old coots.

"You should give reality some more credit, Severus." Albus said jovially as he sat down at his desk. With a wave of his wand, Albus removed the table, the chessgame and the extra chairs they had been using earlier.

"You went and tampered with time and intentionally put yourself in a time paradox," Snape stated as he finally went back to recollect his wand that Albus disarmed him of. "To start of with, it shouldn't even be possible, yet you struddle in here like some arrogant first year pureblood! Men, who'd been more careful than you, have gone crazy or stopped existing all-together."

"Not impossible, but rather given up on after one too many mishaps, I would say."

Snape returned to his position in front of the desk, where he'd stood before Albus had waltzed in. He gave Dumbledore the coldest glare he'd given him in years. "You risked everything foolishly, Albus. I thought you were smarter than this."

"Is it really so foolish? I did have prior knowledge of the outcome, didn't I?" Dumbledore was still mimicking Saint Nicholas, as he began jotting down words on parchment. "More importantly, I believe we have learned a great deal about Harry Potter's predicament and I now know where to look."

"Or rather, where not to." He gave Snape a little wink.

"France," Snape said dryly. "Voldemort is looking for Potter in France. He believes the boy to be there. Or Quebec actually."

"My, my, how did he come to that conclusion?" asked Dumbledore with mirth.

"He said he had a... vision," he started out, "in his dreams. There was a girl with flowing rosy hair with a connection to Harry. She spoke only french. She was a french wizard, he seemed quite certain about that."

"Thank you, Severus. That was some very useful information," Dumbledore said.

"So I suppose the order will be racing to France?" Snape asked. "Might I recommend Black and Lupin? They are just sitting around like fools these days, if I'm not mistaken."

Albus looked up from his notes for a moment. "No, that'll be quite alright. If we had a chance of finding Harry, then we would have already have done so. I'll have to consult my library first before we make our next move. Also, even if the french are more lax on their rules for werewolves, they are still very stringent on convicted murderers, whether they be falsely accused or not."

He took a lemon drop. "I would also be disappointed in you if you happened to mention this to them behind my back."

Having received the closest thing Dumbledore came to a warning in daily conversation, Snape shook his head. "I'll keep that in mind."

Despite the vague answer, Dumbledore seemed pleased. "Thank you, Severus. Now I suppose I should get rid of this timer-turner, but first.."

Dumbledore procured a small jar with nothing discernible in it. Looking closer, one would see a few grains of sand.

"Ah, such luck, just seven grains left. I suppose I turned the right number of times," Dumbledore joked.

Snape didn't laugh.

Carefully, he filled the sand into a small opening in the time turner and put it back in its drawer.

"There we go," Albus said. "Now the ministry won't worry about any mischievous usage of their time turners. Alas, I am saddened to say it will be quite some time before my unofficial supply of such fine temporal sand will be refilled."

"Given your previous demonstration, I say it is for the best," Snape told the old man.


The tip of Harry's wand lit up as he spoke the word of summoning. And from out of nowhere, a white owl came into being with a hoot. It jumped around on the forest floor to take in its surroundings.

"Hedwig!" Harry couldn't hold himself as he scooped up his longtime friend. The owl happily got on his outstretched arm and learned into his caressing fingers. With nimble fingers, he took off the letter and pouch and placed them on the ground.

"To seal the contract, you must kiss your familiar," Louise said. "Or so I was told."

"Will it hurt her?" Harry asked.

"It should just sting. But I haven't felt it, unlike you."

"Alright girl, you want to be my familiar?" Harry spoke softly as he nuzzled Hedwig.

Harry looked at Hedwig for a long moment.

"Actually, I won't seal the contract," Harry said. "I don't need a contract for me to understand you or any other thing like that."

"And you're smart enough as it is."

Hedwig began searching his hands for foods. Finding none, she bit his fingers.

"Right right, ow, I'm sorry I didn't have anything prepared for you," Harry laughed. "They don't have a lot of fancy owl treats here. Trust me, I've looked."

Satisfied with her interrogation, Hedwig turned a suspicious eye towards Louise for the first time, looking as though Louise might be a large morsel, or perhaps hiding one such thing. Louise mistook the attention as a green signal for edging closer. Under Hedwig's watchful eyes, she slowly stretched an arm out to pet it.

She didn't get close as Hedwig bit Louise on her index finger; Hedwig had long ago learned which fingers were the most vulnerable and important digits to a wizard or witch. With a triumphant hoot, she flew off into the air and disappeared.

"Aw," Louise was left nursing her finger.

"She's a bit temperamental, but she'll get around once you serve her a treat or two," Harry said as he bent down the for letter he had discarded. "She probably went to look around or hunt some dinner, so she'll be back in a few hours."

"Okay," Louise said sullenly. "Who's the letter from?"

Harry instantly recognized the curly letters.

"It's from Dumbledore!" Harry practically ripped the paper open.

Dear Harry,

I hope this letter finds you in good health. I do not know what has transpired since, but five days have passed here since you disappeared. Luckily, I was able to plant a message on your owl, before she disappeared here today. I have also taken the liberty of attaching a bag enchanted with an undetectable extension charm. It should prove quite handy. I hope that you will find the bag and its contents most useful. However since I was unsure if this package would reach you, I did not include your more personal belongings.

Given your mysterious disappearance, we were all most distraught, especially your friends among the Weasleys and the young Miss Granger. Sadly, we cannot follow you, so I fear that you're on your own. We are all wishing for your safe return, but if this is goodbye then know that you will be remembered by the friends you made.

Stay courageous, Harry.

Dumbledore

"What did it say?" Louise asked as soon as he'd folded up the letter.

"It's from home," Harry answered and told her the gist of its contents.

"Oh."

Harry took the bag and stuck his hand in. Unsurprisingly, its size was no indication of its capacity. The first thing that Harry withdrew was a book with another small note. A potions book he recognized as his fourth year edition.

"Here's for continuing your magical education," the note said.

"How did you do that?" Louise asked like a first year muggleborn. He was tempted to just answer "Magic" as he'd so often been told rather than explain it, but he refrained.

After a bit more of aimlessly digging up more old and new books, the glancing touch of a broom shaft finally piqued Harry's interest. He withdrew the broom and moved away from the stack of books. To his slight disappointment he wasn't met with his blazingly fast Firebolt. Rather, it was a school broom; the underwhelming classic Cleansweep model.

Harry realized that was being unfair, but having started out on a Nimbus 2000 model left his appreciation of the less stellar models tainted. He did appreciate having a broom though.

There was also a basic potion set, some different metals and other elements neatly stored ready for use. A batch of common ingredients, a few labeled potions and even a spare wand. Harry kept digging further and more peculiar items showed up such as sandwiches, a stool and a tent. Spare glasses and a bundle of clothes with an attached note from Dobby.

It was basically filled to the brim with everything from survival gear to pens and scrolls. There was even a study guide and a sizable bag of Galleons. There was also a large wad of British pounds along with some legal documents, likely a copy of his own, but unlike the golden coins, they were less useful given his situation.

The best was knowing that he was not alone. They were looking. He would get back to them. Somehow.


In the capital city Tristania of the kingdom of Tristain, a man was opening shop. He had just bought new merchandise partly thanks to a favorable deal he'd made a few days ago with some noble broad and her no-good hireling. Despite being the day of Void, he would open shop just like any other day.

With a bit of luck, he'd trick some unsuspecting slob into buying some weapon at overprice. He was in the business of unloading his cart of new weapons when he heard the noise as he stepped into his humble store.

"Oi! What is the meaning of this," a voice snapped.

Confused, he couldn't find the source of the voice.

"Down here, human!"

Glancing down, he noticed, of all things, one of the weapons he was holding to be the source of the noise.

"Whatcha looking at? Never seen a talking sword before?"

He stared dumbly at it.

"OI," the sword yelled at him, scaring him out of his stupor. "I can literally smell the stench of the Gandálfr having been here. What gives?"

Hell, if he knew. He decided to say as much.

"Come on, don't leave me hanging. I know they've been here somewhere. Where's my partner?"

Oh, he didn't know where his partner was. But he did know of a merchant who had an interest in peculiar objects such as this one. He got a manic gleam in his eye. This might just make him rich. He put it on the counter and went to the back.

It seemed the sword read his mind as it gave a thoughtful hum.

"Ah, you're one of those greedy types, huh? That's humans for you, I guess. Well, I'll make you regret trying to mess with me," the sword warned him.

"Do your worst, sword." He gave a hearty laugh as he sat down to write a letter for his merchant colleague. "You'll turn a fine coin."

Then it began yelling and screaming. In shock and pain, he shielded his ears from the noise.

"Oh, don't look so surprised, human. We're just getting started," the sword said.

Thus began the journey of Derflinger, the sword of the left hand of God, Gandálfr.


A/N: It's been a long time.

It came to my attention just as I finished this chapter that Halkegenia uses the Alphabet and not their own unique rune letters. This will be fixed from now on, but do throw me a message if you see a passage assuming the opposite. I literally had Harry teaching Louise the alphabet in chapter, but this is much easier.

So basically with my interpretation of the translator, when Harry says "Yes, Wingardium Leviosa", Louise will hear "Yes, 'Levitation Spell'" in her language. Translating what was intended, rather than even a direct translation. Also, Derflinger is here. A lot of you asked about him, all I can say is that he won't be showing up a lot at this point and he won't fill the role he normally did in at least in the foreseeable future.

For this chapter, I would in particular ask what did you think of the time travel plot device - was it overused? Too obvious? Simply illogical? Far too much screen time?