"I'm fine," James answered blandly, not quite looking at his mum. "I got your Howler. Sort of."
"I'm sorry, James," Ginny said. "I was very angry when I sent that. There was more to it than just the missing Cloak and map. I know that now. This is a very stressful time for us all here. It just wasn't a good time to pull something like that again."
"I didn't take them, Mum!" James said suddenly, desperately wanting his mum to believe him. "I thought Albus must have done it, but he says he didn't take them either!"
Ginny studied James' face for a long moment. "Well, if neither of you took them, where have they gone?" she asked reasonably.
"How should I know?" James answered, a little mollified. "Maybe Kreacher hid them away in his cupboard. You know how he used to do that with old Mrs. Black's things when he thought they needed protecting. Have you checked his cupboard?"
Ginny exhaled wearily. "No. Honestly, it didn't occur to me. I hope you are right, James. Are you absolutely sure you're telling me the truth, son?"
"Yes, Mum! I promise! I didn't touch them this time."
"And you, Albus? You don't know anything about it?"
Albus shrugged. "First I heard about it was when James' Howler went off at breakfast. Then James nearly tackled me after the last Quidditch match, accusing me of setting him up. That's all I know about it, Mum."
Ginny shook her head dismissively. "Then I'm sure they'll turn up. I'll ask Kreacher about it. Maybe he took your doll too, James. He may have them all together down there in his little collection."
"My doll?" James asked.
"Yes," Ginny answered, distracted by something going on elsewhere in the Burrow. "The little James doll you gave me last year at the end of school. It went missing at the same time as the Cloak and map, but I just assumed I'd misplaced it. I wasn't as worried about that. I mean, why would you sneak your doll back to school with you?"
Rose had turned to look at James, her eyebrows raised in alarm.
"Oh, and James," Ginny said, interrupting herself, "did you talk to Zane?"
James blinked, his thoughts racing. "What? Zane? No, not lately."
"He showed up in the Burrow earlier today. Well, I say 'showed up'. He sort of, er, materialized. We had to shoot him with Stunning Spells to keep him visible. Those Americans have some really curious methods of communication, don't they? Anyway, he thought you'd be here along with Rose. He said he really needed to talk to you. He asked me to tell you to keep an eye out for him."
James nodded. "Sure, Mum. OK."
"Well, I really should go," Ginny said. "Grandma says happy Christmas, and she'd love to chat, but we already packed the floor rug and kneeling on the hearthstones is too hard on her knees. Take care of each other. Rose, make sure those two eat something green every now and then. And be sure to keep up with your studies, you two!"
"Yes, Mum," Albus and James said in unison.
Ginny smiled mistily. "I love you, all three of you. Goodnight and happy Christmas!"
Ron and Hermione each made one more appearance in the fireplace, saying their goodbyes. Finally, Harry appeared once more. He smiled wearily. "Take care, you three. You're not getting into any trouble, are you?"
"No more than you would've," Albus smirked.
"Dad," James said, "I didn't take the Cloak and map this time."
"I know, James. Your mother already told me. I believe you."
"But who has them, then?"
"You leave that to me," Harry smiled. "I'm Head Auror, remember? What kind of Auror would I be if I let something like the Invisibility Cloak slip out of my hands? If you don't have them, then they're probably lost under the bed back at home, or in the bottom of the clothes hamper. They'll turn up."
"But Dad," James said, lowering his voice, "what about the voodoo doll I got from Professor Jackson last year? That's me! Mum says it's gone missing too!"
Harry seemed to understand James' concern. "Those things don't work like they show in the Muggle films, son. You'll be all right. Your mum liked it a lot though. She squeezed it every night."
"I know," James said, smiling slightly. "I felt her squeezes, a little."
Harry's smile widened. "Don't worry about it, James. It'll turn up. Things always do, no matter how lost they seem. It's a rule of life."
James nodded. "Thanks, Dad."
"Good night, all of you," Harry said. "Happy Christmas. Now go get some rest."
"You too," Rose answered. "Give everyone our love. Squeeze Lily for us when you see her next."
Harry nodded. "I will, Rose." He glanced at James and Albus, smiling proudly, and then he was gone. The coals reverted to a senseless strew.
"Sounds as if we made the right choice staying here," Albus commented, climbing to his feet. "I wonder what will happen to all of Granddad's things. What about his flying Ford?"
James sighed. "What's it matter? Granddad's the one that gave all those things any meaning. Without him, they're all just… stuff."
Albus glared at James but didn't seem to know what to say.
Rose stood up and brushed off her knees. "I'm sure your dad won't just throw it all away," she soothed. "Granddad spent years collecting those things. It's all part of our memory of him. Uncle Harry will find a place for it all."
"Nobody found a place for the Burrow," Albus said quietly. "Now it's empty, and pretty soon, it'll be torn down." There was no response to that. A moment later, Albus went on, "I'm heading back downstairs. I'll see you both tomorrow."
"Goodnight, Albus," Rose replied, nodding. As Albus disappeared through the portrait hole, Rose turned to James, her eyes sharp.
"Your voodoo doll's gone missing too! This could be serious!"
"You heard Dad. He says it's all right. He says they don't work like they do in the Muggle flicks. It's not like anyone who finds it can use it to pull my arms off or make me do things I don't want to do."
"Voodoo is a really secret art," Rose said, shaking her head. "And Madame Delacroix is one of the best voodoo witches there is. You don't know what that doll is capable of, and neither does your dad. Not really. You have to be really careful with things like that."
"What do you think I'm going to do, Rose? I can't just magically find the bloody thing. It probably did just fall down behind the headboard in Mum and Dad's room."
"I wouldn't be willing to take that chance if I was you," Rose said gravely. "Not until you know for sure what that doll is capable of."
"You make it sound like it's alive," James said, grinning a little nervously. Rose merely stuck her hands on her hips and cocked her head as if to say how do you know it's not?.
"I'll look into it," a voice said from behind Rose, causing her to jump a foot into the air.
"Zane Walker!" she cried, spinning and clutching her hand to her heart. "Stop doing that! You scared me half to death!"
"Sorry," Zane said, "it's hard to knock with Doppelganger hands. They just go right through things."
"Hey, Zane, Happy Christmas," James smiled, turning on the couch to face the half-transparent form. "You need a zap?"
"Yeah, if you don't mind. I'm managing this message all by myself. I didn't want anyone else to hear it."
James produced his wand and shot the ghostly figure of Zane with a Stinging Hex. The Doppelganger pulsed to something resembling a solid shape.
"So? Aunt Ginny tells us you were looking for us at the Burrow," Rose said crossly, plopping back onto the couch. "What's so important that you needed to interrupt us on Christmas Day?"
"I was worried about you," Zane said seriously. "I wanted to warn you, but then I found out that you'd stayed here at the school, and I knew everything would be all right. For now, at least."
James frowned. "What are you talking about? Why wouldn't we be safe? I mean, relatively speaking, considering the Gatekeeper is loose on the earth and all that."
Zane's face was very pale and grave. "Remember when we talked in the barn a couple of weeks ago? Rose, you told me all about how Merlin ha
d been tricked by that guy, Hadyn, a thousand years ago. He said Merlin would get his fiancée back if he doubled Hadyn's lands and fortified his castle, making it so that Merlin himself couldn't even attack anyone inside it."
"Yeah," James said, shrugging. "So?"
"So, Merlin knows somebody broke into his office a few weeks ago. He knows that person zapped themselves into his Magic Mirror and probably found out some not-so-nice things about him. And Merlin probably knows that that person was you, James. So haven't you wondered why he hasn't said boo to you about any of it?"
"Well," James answered slowly, "like you said that day in the barn, if Merlin was evil, he'd have come for us. The fact that he hasn't must mean he isn't as bad as he could be. Maybe, somehow, he's on the good side after all, and he knows we are too. Maybe he's letting us go because he knows we're trying to help fight the Gatekeeper." Even as James said it, it sounded false to him. In his heart, he didn't believe it, but he couldn't think of any other reason that Merlin wouldn't have come for them.
Zane was shaking his head. "That's what I thought at the time. But then I thought about the conversation that happened between Slytherin and Merlin, back when he had you locked in his laboratory. You said that they talked about the deal Hadyn had tricked Merlin into making, and they made it pretty clear that Hogwarts is the castle Hadyn lived in when he made the deal. Don't you see what that means?"
Rose's eyes widened. "It means Hogwarts is the castle Merlin fortified. It can't be breached from outside," she said, nodding. "That would explain how even Voldemort and his forces were kept out for so long back during the battle. Merlin's protective spells were still in effect, although they were probably weakened a bit after a thousand years."
"It would also explain how the secret entrances just keep opening up again over time," James agreed, awed. "Like the one beneath the Whomping Willow! It's like the castle heals itself when it's been damaged! Merlin's magical fortifications are still at work after all these centuries! Even the new parts seem to have gotten it. Even the parts that were built after Merlin cast his spells over the castle! The new bits have inherited his protection!"
Zane was still shaking his head somberly. "You're still missing the most important part. We've been assuming that Merlin hadn't attacked you three because he was on your side or he was letting you figure things out for some reason. We'd assumed he was letting you go because he was essentially good. But we forgot the most interesting part of the deal Hadyn made with Merlin."
Rose suddenly gasped and covered her mouth. James' eyes widened, remembering. It had been right in front of him the whole time. Slytherin himself had said it, that night in his office a thousand years ago: you are unable to touch the hair of anyone residing within this castle, Slytherin had said, your threats are formidable, but fortunately, they are to no effect here.
"He can't hurt anyone inside the walls of the castle," James whispered. "It was the last part of Hadyn's deal, because Hadyn knew that Merlin would try to have his revenge on him. That's why Merlin had to wait until Hadyn was on a journey in his coach. Only then could Merlin attack him."
James looked at Rose. Her hand was still over her mouth and her face had entirely drained of color.
"May I be so bold as to suggest," Zane said, looking very meaningfully at both of them, "that none of you go on any journeys for the time being?"
James' first concern had been Ralph, who was indeed travelling over the holiday, staying with his dad at his flat in London. Zane assured them that he'd already been to see Ralph, warning him to keep his wand handy and try to never be alone.
"He wasn't very happy about it," Zane explained, "especially since his wand is a chunk of Merlin's staff. He thinks he won't be able to use it on Merlin if it comes down to it. He might be right too, but I didn't tell him that."
"But it's his wand now," Rose insisted. "He won it. It's his to use however he wishes."
Zane wasn't so certain. "This is old magic, Rose. It isn't like Ralph battled Merlin and won his wand. The staff was broken up, and Ralph only got a part of it. It still remembers when it was whole, and knows Merlin is still master of the rest of it. You might be right, but we can't assume what is true of a whole wand is true of a partial staff."
"Definitely don't tell Ralph that," James said. "He's nervous enough already, and he'll never know the truth unless it comes down to a fight. It'd be best if he truly believed his wand was his entirely. It might actually help make it true."
Zane nodded. "In the meantime, I'll check with Madame Delacroix about your voodoo doll. I'll try to get her to tell me what it can do. After all, she's the one that made it."
Rose asked, "You can talk to her?"
"Sure. She's right here on the grounds, on the psychiatric floor of the Poe Medical College. They keep her under lock and key, but she's allowed visitors. She's pretty dotty after that whole experience in the Grotto Keep, but I bet she remembers me. And a big chunk of log." Zane grinned a little wickedly.
"I doubt it will come to that again," Rose said, rolling her eyes. "But it might help loosen her tongue. After all, it was one of your presidents that said to speak softly and carry a big stick."
"Yeah," Zane agreed, "big sticks are a specialty of mine."
After that, Zane wished James and Rose a goodnight and Merry Christmas. He apparently had a Christmas party to go to himself, since it was quite a lot earlier where he was. He broke into a rather rude Christmas carol and vanished halfway through the chorus.
James and Rose said goodnight as well and went their separate ways, climbing the stairs to their dormitories. It occurred to James that he had the second-years' dormitory all to himself during the holiday, and it worried him a little. He reminded himself that if what Zane said was true, Merlin couldn't harm him inside the walls of Hogwarts. Still, the thought that Merlin might actually desire to harm James, as well as Rose and Ralph, was slightly terrifying. It was one thing to have a nebulous, generic enemy floating loose on the earth, but it was another thing entirely to have a specific enemy under the same roof as you, and to know that that enemy was one of the most powerful sorcerers ever. Fortunately, after the day's activities in the snow and the stresses of his conversations with Petra and his parents, James was exhausted enough not to care. Besides, James had a vague sense that Cedric was watching out for him. If Merlin came for James, Cedric would find a way to warn him first. Thinking that, James fell into a deep sleep.
He had the dream again, and it was clearer than ever. There was the flash and swish of blades and the rattle of old machinery. There was the flickering pool and the sad faces of the young man and woman. Worst of all, there was the keening voice of the dark shape in the shadows, constantly enticing, promising, instructing. A sense of deep sadness pervaded the dream, but under the sadness, like sharp knives under a soft blanket, there was anger. It was a cold, pulsing rage, broad as the sky and deep as the ocean. And finally, for the first time, James saw his companion, reflected in the rippling surface of the pool; a silhouette and a hint of a face. He still didn't know where the pool was or where this secret, hidden place was buried, but he finally had a sense of who this tormented person was. Long, raven hair hung past piercing eyes. The eyes were like coals: hard and cold, but concealing a fire that could burn anything and everything.
"You have cursed," the voice of the shadows said softly, evilly. "You have tested the waters, yes. But you must perform the ultimate rite to become truly worthy. You must make a sacrifice so great that there will be no turning back. You must take from those who took from you. It will be a hard and painful path, and only you can walk it, but it is the price of balance. You must be willing to tread that path for all those who will come after you. And for that sacrifice, they will honor your memory. They will sing of you. Your story will become legend. And through that legend, you will live forever, no matter what happens to your mortal form. Through your trials, justice will be achieved. Those you've lost will be returned. Their blood will be repaid in the only way that i
t can be: with more blood. It is your duty and your honor."
"It is my honor," the raven-haired figure answered in a cold, calm voice. A tear dripped from the figure's chin and struck the pool, where it steamed.
James slept on. And in the morning, he barely remembered the dream. But his phantom scar throbbed worryingly, and James wondered about it, knowing it meant something, but unable to quite work out what. He made his way down to breakfast, and by the time he entered the Great Hall, the pain in his forehead had gone entirely. Albus and Rose were seated at the Gryffindor table with Hugo and Petra, and all of them were engaged in raucous conversation. James joined them, smiling happily.
By the time breakfast was over, he'd completely forgotten the dream.
14. Artis Decerto
The Christmas holiday ended strangely for James. Since neither he, Rose nor Albus had gone anywhere, there was no doleful return trip. Instead, it felt as if school returned to them. On the Sunday when most of the students arrived back from their travels, James and Rose sat in a sunny window seat overlooking the courtyard. Silently, they watched bundled classmates unloading their bags and trunks, lugging them up the steps to the main entrance. The enormous snowman James, Rose, and Albus had erected was becoming soft in a sudden thaw. Its carrot nose drooped sadly and one of its stick arms had fallen off. Melting snow dripped steadily from the castle roofs and balconies. James felt rather glad that the holidays were over and looked forward to resuming classes and drama rehearsals.
Strangely enough, none of them had seen Merlin at all during the entire holiday. James had passed Professor McGonagall in the hall outside her office, and she had informed him that, as far as she knew, Merlin had spent the holiday at the castle.
"It isn't as if the Headmaster has any family, you know," she'd commented. "And one can only assume that his Christmas traditions would be rather different than ours, at any rate. Besides, Headmaster Ambrosius is a very private man, as you may have noticed. If he had any plans, I doubt he'd have told any of us."
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