A Journey of Peace and Whatever Those Idiots Are Doing
The Middle of Nowhere, England, July 5th, 1998
“Where the in the blazes are we Potter?” Blaise asked.
He shrugged, turning to the other member of the party, “Theo, you’re the one with the map?”
“I hate doing this muggle style. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.” Theo complained.
“How about holding the map the wrong way?” Blaise snapped back.
“Oops. Sorry?”
“Now can we use you-know-what?”
“Fine.”
“Great. Now what’s the spell?”
“I think we need to send a you-know-what to you-know-who!”
“NO!!! We can figure it out on our own.”
“Do I get to know what’s going on?” Harry asked, as confused as ever.
“NO!” “NO!!!” The snakes screamed simultaneously.
“How about we sit down, eat a little something, and have a discussion on where we are headed?”
“Fine, Potter.” Blaise snapped plopping down on the ground.
“What do we do now?
“The most vital stage of planning that I simply forgot.” Harry said, “WWHD.”
“What the fuck is that?” Theo asked.
“It means ‘What Would Hermione Do?’. And then we do it. We need to think. The battle started above Private Drive. And it ended for me and Hagrid, sorry, sorry, Hagrid and I…”
“Why the apology?
“What do you think we are, the grammar police?”
“I forgot Hermione isn’t here.”
“You think she’d be upset?”
“Quoting Hermione, ‘Fighting a literal war might be enough to put our education on hold, but I will not dive far enough from civilization where our former years of schooling are no longer necessary.’ We spend months in this same situation, the difference is that I’m not worried about dying.”
“Sounds a lot like Draco if you ask me,” Theo laughed.
“They sound similar. Maybe in another life we all would have been friends.”
“That’s why you fought and won a war, right?”
“It’s a start over for us all. Now tell us about this battle with multiples of you?”
Twenty minutes and a handful of belly laughs later, Harry finished the story up to when he had taken a portkey to the Burrow.
“And that was the battle… Any questions?” Harry asked.
“So many! How much would it cost me to see the memory of the prep work?” Blaise shouted.
“Seeing that many people polyjuiced as you would be hilarious!” Theo snickered.
“So it started at your evil guardians’ home and ended with the house belonging to the Tonks’.” Blaise continued.
“Yep. They’re a handful of AONBs around here and…”
“What’s an AONB?” Blaise asked.
“Area of Natural Beauty. They’re parks set aside by the government to preserve the natural landscape of the country.”
“Oh, okay. That makes sense, for muggles, and our world too I suppose.”
“The non-muggle way! Theo, that’s genius!”
“What’d I say?”
“I’ve been thinking of this the muggle way! Spells! There’s got to be a tracking spell? One that will be able to track my movements?”
“In theory? Yes. Do we know it? No.” Blaise said.
“Do we know someone who knows it? Probably. If not, do we know if said person could find out? Yes.” Theo continued.
“Will we be asking said person for help?”
“Not a chance.” Theo finished.
“I’m gonna just put this out there. Malfoy?”
“Yes.”
“Yep…” Theo laughed, “We don’t know how to get in touch with him short of sending a Patronus, and that I can’t do.”
“Me neither.”
“I can, but I think we should just head to a motel for the night. I’ll contact Grimmauld, they can get it to Hogwarts, and if not they can get it to somewhere in Australia.”
“Motel?”
“It’s a hotel, not always the best accommodations.”
“It can’t be worse than muggle camping.” Theo stated.
“I take it back!” Theo shouted in horror
“You were very wrong!”
“I’m sorry?”
“No, you’re not.”
“I’m going to make some calls.”
“Hello, with a very boring intro.”
“George? You okay?”
“Yes, and your best friend ruined all my fun.”
“What do you mean?”
“I answered Hermione’s call with a joke and she was NOT happy about it. But I made her laugh.”
“So, me and the snakes are rooming up for the night. And although they are not happy about it we need either Malfoy’s help or Hermione’s.”
“I’ll let ‘Mione know when she checks in later. What do you need?”
“A tracking spell. Although our movements were in the air that night, I’m hoping that we can track the motorcycle’s path and when the sidecar gave out.”
“Ok. Boy is it a good thing you’re not in Australia.”
“Why?”
“The girls ran into something that may cause emotions. And there’s some things you might want to or not to know.”
“Not yet, but soon. If Hermione can’t think of the spell, can you get a message to Malfoy?”
“Probably not. McGonagall got a muggle phone installed in her office. And other than her, Neville’s the only one allowed to use it as of now. But he’ll get to Draco if need be.”
“Great! How everything going?”
“Uh, the school’s grounds are mostly in order. Great Lake cleaned, Quidditch Staduim fixed up, the Stables updated, upon Charlie’s insistence of course, that’s it so far. The Quibbler has a new printing press, and articles are being written about the school, the trials, and some new things at the Ministry. It’s great so far. Hermione’s run into a few difficulties in Austrialia, but we don’t have to much information about that. Oh, and the Burrow is being rebuild surprisingly fast. We’ve managed to make it bigger, more rooms, everyone gets one even you and Hermione, and there are plenty of extras for kids during break if they don’t want to go home. And apparently there’s going to be a bonfire in August at Malfoy Manor. Burning the bad stuff. Everyone’s invited.”
“Now that sounds fun!”
“Oh it will be! I’m going to go now. I need to get word to Australia when the girls call.”
“I’ll check in by Tuesday.”
“Okay. And I’m getting a call; Hermione’s an early riser. Bye!”
“Bye.” Harry finished although George already hung up.
After he filled in his slithering companions, the boys crashed for the long days that would be coming in the remainder of the fortnight.