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Chapter 117 - Angelic Messenger

Dimension: 1375 - Earth
Date: 1st December 2001 AD
Country: Britain - Scotland
Location: Hogwarts - Staffroom
Time: Evening

The usual group had been gathered in the Staffroom. It consisted of the teachers, the remaining Scoobies, the

main members of the DA and Draco.

Most of the teachers were seated on the sofas and armchairs around the room, Adam with his staff at his side is

seated in the chair closest to the fireplace and is staring into the flames, while swirling his sliver disk

between his fingers, to look at him you would think he was ignoring the conversation but they knew he was paying

the utmost attention. Opposite him was Dumbledore. The students, Spike, Snape, Remus, Anne, Hagrid and Filch are

standing or leaning against walls, scarily Snape and Spike were standing in the exact same posture.

"And then the Basilisk changed into Glory," Harry continued.

"Glory!!" shouted Anne, snapping in annoyance. "That's impossible, she's dead. Giles killed her."

"I don't think it was really her," Hermione suggested.

"Please explain Miss Granger," Dumbledore asked, placing the tips of his fingers against each other.

"Well from what Tara has told me, Glory didn't have much in the way of magical power, other than her physical

strength and speed she was virtually a normal person."

Tara noticed she avoided mentioning Glory's mind sucking ability.

"As a result I don't think that was really Glory or a real Basilisk, especially as the snakes stare had no

effect on us and as a Patronus was able to affect it."

"Well concluded Miss Granger," Dumbledore complemented, before leaning forward. For the first time most had ever

seen, he looked his age. "I believe we have been very careless, the monster attacks have begun again; I

foolishly hoped that whatever the cause it had ceased as we had had no attacks for several weeks and instead

these school wide spells had commenced."

Most people were looking decidedly foolish, most of them had forgotten about the attacks after the recent mass

spells.

"I believe it to be some sort of spell," commented Adam, not looking away from the fire. "As the Basilisk

changed into Glory and as the stare of the Basilisks had no effect upon those present... I would guess that

Fluffy, the troll, the spider and the Dementor were all also illusions, though obviously dangerous ones."

"I agree," Dumbledore confirmed, before turning back to the Gryffindor's. "Did anything else happen?"

"Yes, after throwing Harry across the room and getting hit by a sofa she... It changed again. It turned into

another girl about seventeen or eighteen, wouldn't you say Tara?" Dawn explained.

"Yes, that sounds about right."

"She had long wavy raven hair was about five foot five wearing a white dress, the old fashioned type."

"I'd say eighteen century," Hermione contributed.

"Yes, she looked... Well- innocent, would probably be the best word. She didn't look like she had an evil bone

in her body and she looked like she could make anyone smile."

"It's strange," Hermione commented. "So far the spells have only assumed the shapes of dangerous creatures or

beings and this girl couldn't have been either."

"Did this girl say anything, anything that might tell us who she is or was?"

"Yes," answered Harry. "She said ‘Hello', we didn't answer. She then said ‘Looks like I have got to go, tell him

I was here', then Hermione asked who she was and she said Cossette."

Just as Dumbledore went to speak, there was a ringing sound of something small and metal hitting stone.

All eyes turned to the source of the noise.

Adam who had been sitting starring into the fire while twirling his disk had frozen and dropped the disk to the

floor. He began to shake and convulse violently, his head falling back and his eyes rolled in their sockets.

Pomfrey, Hermione, Tara, Harry, Fleur, Dawn and Dumbledore moved to his side in an instant.

"Adam? ADAM? What's wrong with him?" screamed Hermione.

"I don't know," answered Pomfrey.

Adam's image began to flicker, his skin fluctuated between scarred and clean, his eye flickering between

coloured and white and his arm and eye fluctuated in and out of existence, his hair changed from a full head

covering to only a few strands all of which were long and white. His image finally settling on eyeless,

armless, almost hairless, scarred and blind, there was a loud ringing sound as his ring fell of a now

nonexistent finger.

"What on Earth is happening to him," muttered Remus as he, Spike and Hagrid as the strongest in the room

(werewolf strength and senses can be accessed while in human form) moved forward to try to stop Adam's

convulsing from injuring himself or those trying to help him, even their combined strength couldn't stop him

flailing around.

"We must get him to the hospital wing quickly," commanded Madam Pomfrey

Hermione drew her wand and attempted to cast a body bind but the spell bounced off.

"What the hell," gasped Ron, dodging out of the way of the spell, as he moved and Neville moved over to them and

started wrestling with Adam's arms.

"Just pick him up," ordered Spike, struggling with a leg.

"Merlin, how strong is he?" growled Neville, just before the stump of Adam's arm whacked him in the face,

sending him flying.

"No time to talk; get him to the hospital wing, NOW!!"
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Dimension: 1375 - Earth
Date: 1st December 2001 AD
Country: Britain - Scotland
Location: Hogwarts - Hospital Wing
Time: Evening

In the Hospital Wing minutes later, after fighting to get Adam to the Hospital Wing he finally stopped

convulsing, but he continued to jerk around, muttering words though he was in unconscious state, he repeated the

same few words over and over again as if repeating the same nightmare.

"Cossette."

"Kimberly."

"Sworn to protect."

"James."

"Sara."

"Charles."

"Forgive me."

These words he wailed out, as if begging for forgiveness from someone unknown.

What was even more confusing was the fact that the perfectly calm weather that they had had minutes earlier, had

turned into a violent storm the moment that Adam had started convulsing.

"How is he, Madam Pomfrey?" asked Dumbledore, as he and most of the group stood or sat around Adam's shaking

form.

"I don't know Headmaster; none of my potions have had any effect. I have already asked Severus if he knows

anything more obscure that can cure him, he's going to bring me some within the hour, but what I can tell you is

he is getting weaker by the second, something is killing him, but I have no idea what it is."

"Professor Maclay," he said, turning to Tara, who along with Hermione was sitting on one side of Adam's bed,

while Fleur, Dawn and Harry sat on his other side with Fleur holding Adam's hand. "Do you know any Wiccan magic

that could help him?"

"I'm sorry Headmaster, I don't."

"This is very troubling," Dumbledore stated, gravely. "We need to discover what that name means to him.

Professor Maclay, Miss Granger could you please go through Adam's room and see if you can find anything that

could in anyway explain what ails our friend?"

"Yes Professor."
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After less than thirty minutes Tara and Hermione had gone through every desk, cupboard and draw in Adam's suite

and apart from discovering that other than his, clothes, book and a selection of weapons there was absolutely

nothing else there at all, and especially nothing that could be of use other than the book, which seemed to be

having an identity crisis.

When they discovered it in one of the draws, it had been jumping, fidgeting and rattling around so much that

Hermione thought it was a boggart. They had only managed to open it for about three seconds before it slammed

shut again and refused to reopen, but during that time they had seen the wording in side moving, erasing,

writing, rewriting, un-writing and altering itself.

The only other things that they had managed to get were off of Adam person, his watch, another large selection

of weapons, a few vials of liquids, his vault key, his staff, his signet ring (the ring which Adam had used to

open his vault) and his and Sara's wedding rings, they suspected there was more in his cloak but they could not

access all the compartments.

Dumbledore tried again to look through his journal and managed to keep it open for a few second longer this

time, before it again resealed itself. All they managed to learn this time was that, judging by the dates that

they managed to read, was that the journal must contain record of all Adam's movements over the last fifteen

billion years.

They had no chance of finding anything of use before it is too late.
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Dimension: 1375 - Earth
Date: 2nd December 2001 AD
Country: Britain - Scotland
Location: Hogwarts - Hospital Wing
Time: Early Morning

That night in the Hospital Wing, all the lights are out and only a single candle illuminates the room.

Hermione was sitting by Adam's bed, her head resting on a copy of Dumbledore's book on the Guardian where she

has fallen asleep out of exhaustion. She had been reading there ever since Tara and Willow who she had been

researching in the Library with earlier had nodded off about six hours previously, she had levitated them back

to the Scoobies Common Room where she found most of the rest of the group also sleeping, books on their laps or

on the floor where they had fallen as they dozed off. After leaving them on a sofa, she had come down and

relieved Harry, Fleur and Dawn of ‘guard duty' over Adam.

It had just past midnight and the ringing of the clock on the wall had startled her from sleep, her sudden

movement blowing out the candle.

She looked around noticing the time on the clock and internally scolding herself for falling asleep, Adam's life

was in danger and she was here sleeping.

She was about to get up to light the candle again when a light appeared through one of the high windows.

It grew to be so bright that she had to avert her eyes for several seconds. As she became accustomed to the new

brightness, she managed to refocus on the source.

Hermione stood as a ball of the while light floated through the window and moved to hover at the end of Adam's

bed. If she did not know better, she would have sworn that the ball was looking at Adam, if that was even

possible for a ball of light. It then floated to the end of the ward before the light expanded to fill the

entire end of the Wing in a flash of illumination.

The light dazzled Hermione who winced at the brightness, having been in almost absolute darkness before the

light appeared. After her eyes finally adjusted to a new level of brightness for the second time, she saw a

figure step out of the brightness. He was tall about six foot (why did everyone have to be so tall) with curly

reddish brown hair which hung around his face.

He also had blue eyes and was wearing a black shirt, tie, trousers and shoes along with a black business coat.

For a split second before he fully stepped out of the light Hermione could have sworn that she had seen a pair

of glowing white wings, but dismissed it as a trick of the light.

As she studied the man closer she realised that he looked very familiar.

The man from her dream, the one that lead them to rescue Adam, as she looked at him the light behind him died

down and seemed to flow into him leaving him with a soft glow which would not even have been perceivable in

daylight.

He moved towards Adam, Hermione automatically moved in front of Adam defensively, though she did not draw her

wand.

He came to as stop in front of her

"You need not fear me Gailcyll; I will not harm him."

"Who are you?"

"You already know, I am a messenger and a guide," he answered, comfortingly.

"A messenger of whom?" she asked, still not completely trusting him.

"To the gods," he answered, humbly.

"How do I know I can trust you?" she asked, suspiciously.

"I have already aided you twice in your short life, why would you not trust me when I actually appear to you in

person?"

It was then that Hermione recognised his voice; his was the voice in her head the night of the Halloween Ball.

"Wha- What is your name?" she asked, cautiously.

"I am known by many names; my masters calls me Menta, other of my kind call me Tirnion, but most on this plane

call me Charles."

"Charles?"

"Yes Gailcyll."

"Gailcyll?" she asked.

"That is what the High Ones are calling you; you were unexpected so they had to find something to call you."

Somehow she understood what Gailcyll meant but she did not know why.

"Light Bearer?"

"You hold the light of the Guardian within you," he explained, before moving to Adam's side and kneeling and

placing a hand above Adam's head. A white light emanated from his palm, his eyebrows clenched in concentration,

after a few seconds Adam seemed to visibly relax, though he still looked very bad.

"He is near death, I have managed to slow his deterioration but I do not have the power to completely heal him,"

he explained, removing his hand and starring at Adam, sadly. "Oh Tutela, what have you let happen to you this

time?"

"He didn't let anything happen; it was whoever cast that magical beast spell," Hermione answered angrily,

jumping to Adam's defence.

"On the contrary, young one. Although the caster is partially responsible, Adam must also take a share of the

blame."

Hermione looked at him demanding an explanation for the accusation.

"I will explain all, but firstly we need to gather together your friends and teachers, they will all be needed

if we want to save him."

Looking through the window, she realised that it was morning as the dawn shone through the windows engulfing the

room in its refreshing light.

Hermione wondered how on Earth it was morning already; it seemed like it had been midnight mere minutes earlier.

At this point Dumbledore and Tara walked into the room. Upon seeing the stranger both drew their wands.

"NO!!" cried Hermione, but too late.

Two stunners cursed towards Charles.

She moved to throw herself in the way, but a hand extended and caught her before she could move.

The stunners collided with Charles, but had no effect upon him. Charles released Hermione's.

"Mortal spells have no effect on someone of my rank, Gailcyll," he told a very startled Hermione.

He then moved towards the new arrivals.

"Suilannad Galanor. Suilannad Professor Dumbledore, dark is the hour of our meeting."

"May I ask who you are to have accessed this school without my knowledge?"

"I am a messenger of the gods, I am mostly known as Charles, as a servant of the gods I am more powerful than

the system protecting your school."Hhe looked back at Adam before returning to look at the new arrivals. "Even

those cast by our fallen comrade do not restrict me. If you doubt me ask Gailcyll...I apologize, ask Hermione

and she will confirm that I am who I say I am."

Dumbledore looked to Hermione.

"It's true; he was the one in my dream, the one who told me about Adam being held captive."

The Headmaster nodded turning back to Charles

"Why have you come to my school?"

"Two reasons have brought me here. Firstly, I intend to break the Spell of Fears and release Hogwarts from its

influence and secondly the gods have ordered me to help you save the Guardian before he passes beyond all aid."
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TRANSLATION:

Menta - The Messenger
Tutela - Guardian
Gailcyll - Light Brearer
Suilannad Galanor - Greetings Sun Bearer
There was an additional bit of text needing translation but I will not translate it yet because it will reveal

future plot details.