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The Keepers of Magical Creatures by hpmania

Format: Novel
Chapters: 2
Word Count: 3,109
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature

Genres: General, Romance, Action/Adventure
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, Draco, Ginny, OC
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Neville/Luna, Draco/OC, Harry/OC

First Published: 02/10/2007
Last Chapter: 05/20/2007
Last Updated: 05/20/2007

Summary:
Now that Voldemort's gone the peace can be restored. But not all is well outside Harry's small world. The appearance of four kids in the Weasley's kitchen bring about new anticipated adventures.The kids had been running away from what there're ancestors had gone into hiding for. As the trio and Ginny help them along, through an extra school year, growing up, and a world wide rebellion of a different kind. Still new strangers are expected to bring rebellious magical creatures together. All of this is definitely  going to affect  Harry's 8th year.


Chapter 1: Four Figures and a Giant Suit Case.
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Four Figures and a Giant Suite Case




Through the wood 4 figures ran, ran like they have been running for the past week. Hiding in the Shadows, going from town to town.  Now deep in a wood, they couldn’t run any longer. Having poorly eaten and hardly sleeping at night from the nightmares from the past. Their run became a jog, and the jog a walk until the biggest figure was the last one standing, carried them in turn plus the four luggage. When they got out of the forest they saw a large house with warm light. With out a word they forgot all of promises of staying out of sit and slowly and painfully made their way to the door .None had the strength to knock and collapsed at the doo

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                Dumbledore stood in his living room humming to him self. He conjured up a cup of hot   chocolate and sat in front of the fire palace. He had left the Hogwarts earlier explaining that he had business to get to early the next morning. He was going to take Harry and look for the horcuxes and he needed a bit more information. In the summer home, as he called it always seemed to help him get ready for a big day ahead.  But now in his lake side home deep in the wood away from everything he couldn’t sleep. He his old bone felt something was happing o was going to happen, just as a sailor senses a storm. He paced back and forth and decided to go to bed when he heard steps followed by a big thump, coming from outside.




                Dumbledore made his way down his long hallway. He took his wand out you could never be to sure. Thought he hardly doubt it was a human let alone a wizard. His location was unknown to anyone. It wasn’t even on a map. But none the less he griped on to his wand. With every step he took his nose tickled, some thing that only happened when strong magic was near.




By the time he reached the door it was practically humming. He said five different incantations and the door unlocked. The wind was unusually cold as blew Dumbledore’s beard to and fro. All he saw was the darkness.  He then looked down and saw 5 different figures on the ground. 4 of them looked like people and one resembled a big suitcase.




 He quickly levitated each one on to a bed in a spare bedroom. Lit some candles and started observing them. It was indeed four humans, but they were merely children. The smallest one was dressed in old worn clothes, as he look closer he saw that it was a sweater that said ‘snow princess’.




 ‘Muggles’ then. he thought. That brought even more confusion. If they were muggles how is it that he sensed power radiation from them? The girl looked about 4 years old, but it was hard to tell a it was obvious that the had all been malnourished. She had copper skin and dark hair in braids. Nothing familiar. Dumbledore said a spell that would show her true identity, if she had one, which is no ,since all that happened is that she moved around to get more comfortable.




 Still puzzled   he moved to a boy. This one was slightly older 6 maybe. He too was wearing a muggle attire.  Comparing him to  the other two confirmed that they were in fact related.   The third and final fourth were older. Maybe 9 and 13?  To oldest gave of the most power and had the most particular features, he couldn’t put his finger on it but some thing was amiss. 




‘It must be that it so late or else I would have figured it out.’ he told himself. ‘Maybe if slept by tomorrow…’




But he would be gone tomorrow. What to do with them.  He moved back a waved his and wand. The suitcase opened and nothing seemed wrong but-




‘Oh I’m starting to sound like mad eye moody.’ 




Peering in side he saw numerous things. The fist thing he saw as a muggle divise. Searching in his mind the a laptop. Yes that right. Looking closer he also saw it that what the muggles called a , video camera , a book full of some sort of disc, and lots of  things that he knew not the name of.




But at the very back was a  picture of a family. All the children were in it, plus two adults that Dumbledore knew very, very well.




He levitated the children to a spare bedroom. He then went to his special stock and brought back two potions. He gave them a sleepless dream potion, and a major healing potion. He also set a spell to transport them to a family he very much trusted, in case he wasn’t able to come back from the next days event. How they had turned up on his door step he would never know, but he knew for a fact whatever they had just suffered is nothing compared to what’s about to happen.




 




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Harry Potter laid in what he considered the best place on earth, the Weasley’s. As he lay against a tree trunk under the hot July sun looked around him with a slight grin on his face. Next to him sat Ron with a look of longing towards Hermione who was reading to him out loud something about ancient runes.




‘They look nice together,’ Harry though, ‘now if they just get together.’




                At his feet was Ginny, making a daisy chain and humming a song he didn’t know. He was sorry that he had to let her go. He really did love her. The sun was hitting her face just right, making all of her beautiful freckles pop out.  Her Weasley red hair was turning a little auburn, a little bit. She was too precious to lose. He rather has her as a friend and have her stick around then a girlfriend that not here. She looks so peaceful, without a care in the world.




                This was one of the few rare moments that he had free since what happened at Hogwarts. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and him were spending night in books learning about anything they could about Horicuxs. The day was spent learning spells. He had came at the Weasleys right on his 17th birthday. He had told his aunt and uncle that he wouldn’t be coming back. Mr. Dursley had smile and cheered for about ten minutes straight.  Mrs. Dursley kept asking if he was sure that he was going never coming back, because if this was a joke they would not take him back.




                 So during his last few weeks at the Dursley’s, Harry Potter had been nagged by his uncle to pack his trunk and check, and recheck-it again. His aunt pestered him about his future to make sure that it didn’t involve them in any way. As for Dudley, he was making sure that his last few days were hell on earth.




                Harry was about to go into even deeper thought of what his future exactly had for him, when a  high pitched scream came from, with no doubt Mrs. Weasley. The teens race to the burrow , pacing  the chicken coop and pigsty.  Harry was the first to reach the kitchen’s back door.   Harry ran than had to stop to now step on a broken plate that had cookies speared on the floor next to it.




                 Across the kitchen stood Mrs. Weasley,  gawking at four strangers. Harry getting a closer look saw that they looked terrible. The hair was just a big hair ball filled gunk and sticky stuff. Their bodies were covered with dirt that you could hardly see their skin. You could tell though that they were a dark color and ill looking. The three smallest figures were hiding their faces behind the biggest.




                She, he could at least tell that she was a girl, the age though was hard to tell. But he decided that she old enough to be 13. Her chin was stuck out and her head held high. As if to say “I am not some tramp.” Her eye started at each of them in turn, trying to figure them out, while at the same time taking quick glances around the room, as if looking for an escape route.




                2 minutes have pass since they had heard Mrs. Weasley scream and in. The mouths couldn’t stay open for any longer. All at once everyone started talking.




                “Bloody hell!” yell Ron, “Who the heck are they!”




                “Ronald” Mrs. Weasley said, “Watch your language.”




                 Two of the kids had started crying. Then all of them fainted with an ‘Umph.’




                A white envelope came down after them, gliding on the tense air of the kitchen. Harry quickly made to get it but Mrs. Weasley got there first, and with a “It‘s addressed to me dear.” She opened it up and read.




                Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Harry all looked eagerly at her but all they heard from her was, “Oh my!”  and, “the poor souls.” Her face was distorted in a mix of concern and wonder. When at last she was down reading, probably having read it more then once, look at them a said, trying to regain her composure,




“Yes, well. Now you lot help me. Ron and Harry go and get that old bed in the attic fixed. Ginny, Hermione you help me levate them. Oh the poor soul, skin and bones they are. Oh!”




                That’s all she told them.




                                                                End of Chapter 2




 So that was chapter 1. Any comments or ideas feel free to review.



Chapter 2: Children Muggle Strangers
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Chapter 2






The strange arrival of the four strange people stayed on the four teens mind for the rest of the afternoon. With their calm afternoon ruined they decided to start on their daily spell training lesson a bit earlier than usual.




 






Over the summer Harry Potter had been busy. As Dumbledor wasn’t here any more to teach him, had come to the decision to practice spell, study Lord Voldomort, and try to learn more about horcruxes . Spell and facts on Voldmort had been easy to find but the Nothing about horcruxs and all he had learned about voldemort was basic facts nothing that Dumbledor could have provide them. So at the end what they ended up doing was working on charms defensives spells and even herbology and transfiguration. And sadly something Hermione told him he had to do for it would come handy, legimacy and oclumancy. Though Harry had to admitt it was useful lessons, and Hermione was a much better teacher he still didn’t understand how he was to clear his mind with so many things going on.




 






Hermione teaching him legillimency and occlumency was only one of the thing worked on over the summer. She was also in charge of potions, any good potion that would help them in any way. She had found lots that were useful such as a potion that gave you confidence.




 






The directions came with a tag that said to drinking with moderation, and had told of a man that had taken 4 cup worth and tried to fight a dragon single handedly. As the potion did not give you any powers he was torn to bits.




 






The one she was currently working on was the blood replenishing potion, just in case.




 






Ron worked on the history, looking for any interesting things about the Hogwards founder to try and figure out what their Horcuxes might be. So far he had learn that Gordirc had an unusually sweet tooth and that Helga hated lived two years a muggle under cover, and other un useful things. And he also studied Herbology which he wasn’t to please about, but Harry said it was thank to Herbology that he survived the second task.




 






Ginny looked up useful charms and transfiguration spells.




 






Mrs.Weasley was doing all their worrying for them. After working for a couple of a hours they stopped and shared their ideas.






Their lessons was cut short though because none of them could keep there mind on what they were doing. Even Hermione got so of track that she gave Ginny a tail while trying to do as simple healing charm to fix a burn Ginny got from Ron’s carelessness. Although all in all they were happy to stop completely and talk about the ‘children muggle strangers’ as they had started calling them.




 






" Do you think their really muggles then?" Ask Ginny, as they made their way back to the house, "I just mean how could muggles apparate? They can’t do that can they? I know that much about muggles," Yet she couldn’t help adding a, "right?"




 






Harry and Hermione looked at each other, "Right."




 






"But then how do you explain the clothes, I mean I know they were filthy," Ron gave a shudder, " but they were distinctly muggle clothes."




 





"True but they may be Wizards with muggle clothes," reasoned Hermione.




 






"Yeah, Children wizards. Two of them were tiny, just little kids!" said Harry.




 





"Wait! Hermione, did you notice any wands?" Ginny asked urgently.




 






"I... No! But that doesn’t mean anything, just that well have to keep it a secret that we are wizards until we are sure."




 






They all eyed Hermione. How were they going to hide that they are wizards, when every were you look is a something out of the ordinary. Though they knew Mr.Weasley would be up to the challenge.




 






They had reach the kitchen door and opened it to find Mrs. Weasley fixing up a large tray of food. Seeing the condition of Ginny she pulled away from her task, but not before, swatting away Ron’s hand from tray. " It’s not for you but them," She looked up at the ceiling were the kids were sleeping on the second floor.




 






" Hermione can you please bring the tray up for me. Don’t wake them up just leave it next to them if they are sleeping OK? You to boys can make your self useful by setting the table. Set a plate for Arthur... I don’t think Fred and George will be coming, these days all they care about is their shops. Now Ginny follow me," So without anytime for them to get an word in, Mrs.Weasley led Ginny out of the room, with Hermione following soon after.




 






Ron and Harry looked at each other and shrugged, they both new what Mrs.Weasley was doing. She was trying to not let them ask about ‘the children muggle strangers’. Well fine then, they’ll ask Mr.Weasley maybe he’ll know something about it.




 






They set the table and soon a healthy and regular Ginny and Mrs.Weasley joined them. Harry wished he could tell her that he had thought she looked cute with a fluffy cat’s tail, but he kept to him self. And anyway anything he would have wanted to say would have gotten interrupted by Mr. Weasley appearance outside the Kitchen door.




 






When Harry saw Mr.Weasley’s face he couldn’t help fill depressed. Mr.Weasley jolly face had turned dark and cold, he wondered what was wrong. Normally for the past few weeks his faced match all of theirs, sad, depressed and tiered. That’s how he knew that something had happened at the Ministry that day.




 






"Oh come on Arthur I prepared a nice meal we can talk afterwards." Mrs.Weasley said as she shot a glare in the boys directions.




 






All of a sudden there was a piercing scream and then a loud bang. Then silence. Then were heared foot steps running down the stairs. A few moment’s later Hermione appeared into the dinning room and took a seat next to Ron. Her face was flushed. Bruises were slowly appearing on her arms. All of them were in shock and their wide open mouth was proof.




 






"Hermione! What happened to you?" Asked Mr.Weasley.




 






" Was it those muggle kids, was it? They..." Ron stoped when he saw the look Mrs.Weasley was giving him. But looking at Arthur’s face she let it go.




 






"So who are these strangers" asked Mr.Weasley.




 






" Four children apparated in the kitchen this afternoon, then fainted. They were all thin and dirty. But what’s really weird is that there was a letter from Dumbledor with them. Mum wouldn’t tell us any thing though. And we are guessing they are Muggles because of their clothes and they don’t have wands." Ron rushed before Mrs.Weasley could change her mind..




 






"Muggles?"




 






"Yes, and Hermione went to give them food. What happened Hermione?"




 






Hermione turned red, looking at all the questioning faces, "I...I went to bring them up the tray like Mrs.Weasley asked. I found them all on the bed moaning and crying. Screaming even. The oldest one was the worst. She screamed and screamed. And cried they all cried so much. ( the silencing charm had been put n the room) They were clinging to her, huddling close together. Oh their nightmare’s must have been horrible. I stood there for a while, staring at them shocked. When I snapped out of it I wanted to end their misery so I went up to them and I started to shake the oldest. But this force pushed me back hard in to the wall. I ran down stairs after that’.




 






Every one stayed quit for a few moments, taking in the news.




 






Harry broke the silence by saying, "So they’re definitely not muggles right?"




 






"Of course not Harry."said Hermione with a sigh.




 






"Well your day seemed almost as impossible as mine. Almost."




 






"Oh Arthur, let’s not speak of it at the table. Look the food is getting cold." Cried Mrs.Weasley.




 






" No, no Molly pumpkin, I’d like to share this with all of them this time."




 






The Gang looked at each other. What had Mr. and Mrs.Weasley kept from them before.




 






" So what happened Dad. It has to do with the Ministry right?" said Ginny.




 






" Yes. Now about four months ago the ministry hired new men for highly important positions. Like the unspeakable or . Now you see to apply for these positions, you have to be OK to let the ministry spy on you to see, if you can be trusted. It’s a long process, but if you are taken you get a contract the always lasts twelve years. Then you renew it, anyway because we are in hard times the applying process is now 2 years and they’ve finally got new people in. So what we are thinking is that they turned bad after getting the job. When they have more trust. And then they all did it."




 






"Did what?"




 






"Why, break into the Department of Mysteries!"



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