XV
A dim twilight reigned in the village as he flew over the roofs. Only a faint light was visible from the small house near the church. He flew closer to the open window and sailed through. The room in which he found himself was not particularly large. A desk stood against the wall, on which stood a dim oil lamp, and sat the pastor, with his back to him on that. He flew to the ceiling above him and took the opportunity to watch him.
His eyes seemed to be strongly affected by age, for he was bent low over the paper in the dimly lit room and read something in his notes after. Severus flew to the other side of the room and sat down behind Crawford in the shadow of his normal shape again. He had sneaked behind him and whispered softly "Legilimens. Before Crawford had noticed anything, he was already in his head and the Pastor in the typical Legilimentiktrance. It was not what he expected. The head of the old man there was an unusual chaos. He was often penetrated into the thoughts of other people, to see if something was wrong.
It was always a different feeling. The strongest memories and feelings about a rolled once, but here was He surrendered in a dense fog that only isolated fragments. At present most of the memories of the past 20 years have been here on the island, some memories from early childhood and then there was a big break. The strangest thing about this case was probably that of memory river broke with the eleventh anniversary. The eleventh year of life was nothing special for Muggles, wizards for already and that was clearly the signature of a "Amnesias" but who would bring even the memory of a Muggle pastor so confused?
Severus withdrew from the man's head and resumed his Fledermausgestallt on before he disappeared into a dark corner of the room. Crawford shook his head as he again stunned to awake from the trance. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the documents before him. Was he nodded off?
Severus quietly flew them through the open window. He had had initial concerns enter into the man's head, but what he had found was not only strange, it also filled him with an unpleasant idea. The sun was already looking beyond the horizon and promised a sunny day, which attracted some early birds outside. If he really? Severus flew to a small Figure, which turned out to be a closer look as Lindsay. He followed him into his dimly lit shed, and took after him in the shadow of its normal shape when he again took his wand and quiet "Legilimens" whispered.
***
Hermione sat quietly for a while in front of the toilet bowl until it is finally roused to get up and washed the bitter taste in the mouth. It was obvious they knew the symptoms. Muggle magic books written just as the same, but they first had to be pretty sure. One last time they injected a Handful of water on his face, then she went back out into the hall. She crept quietly into the lab and made some light with the oil lamp, which served only as camouflage.
stood on the table already a boiler and all the ingredients they needed were available. She cut the herbs and roots, and gave them small pieces in the boiling cauldron. After about ten minutes of waiting and occasional stirring, the content had colored in a bright blue. Hermione cast it in a provided vial. It only needed the blood sample. She pricked her finger out of the two drops fall into it and looked intently. The colored liquid This is in a rich red was probably a clear result, if they were not pregnant, would be the now clear liquid. "How can I explain the only Severus," she murmured.
"As you shall tell me what?", She heard his stern voice behind him and drove around in alarm. "Nothing," she said with some hesitation, he noted with a raised eyebrow. They slipped a bit to the side to the vial behind her back to hide. "What are you hiding here?" He asked and took a Step on them. "Nothing," she answers back. "You lie to see that I do not even Legilimentik," he said, and pushed them aside.
A red vial stood before him and he looked at her suspiciously. "Is that ..." he began. Hermione slid to the floor. "I'm sorry," she said softly. For a moment Severus just stood there. He did not know what to say because he was too busy all the thoughts that struck at once upon him to arrange. A child. He had never played with the thought of it. Ironically, at this Place. And then there was something else. An incredible heat he felt.
He had bent down to her and lifted her chin so she had to watch him. "We get out," he said and lifted her in his arms. Hermione had laid her head on his shoulder and was carried back to bed. He wanted to say something, but he did not know what. It lay before him and he sat down beside her on the bed and placed an arm on her hip.
He sat long beside her for a while and looked at her. Hermione would like to know what he just went through his head, his face betrayed as usual nothing. Should she ask him? No, maybe they should give him only one time to think about themselves and finally they did not even really know how to deal with this new knowledge.
"Where were you really?" She asked at last. "I was in the village and tried to figure out something that could possibly help our return," he said. "And?" She looked at him quizzically. "I noticed there was that I wanted to investigate in more detail. I came here only briefly, to get something out of the lab, "he told and was already up. Hermione had also set up. "Where you going?", Hooked it to continue.
"the beach", he said, and saw how her face had changed. She seemed surprised, confused and worried at the same time. "You're a whole day on the road," she said finally. "On foot," he replies, "I will fly but that should expedite the process a lot" with a nod, he added and looked at it again Hermione's face, how their feelings changed. "Flying?" She asked irritably. "Yes, as a bat," he said. "My animagus," he added, as he saw her still puzzled expression. "And what exactly are you doing?" She asked. Hermione stood up, walked over to Severus and put his arm against his chest. "I'm not sure," he said, was "I'll tell you everything exactly when I'm back again."
Severus on the window to which was open, he pressed a kiss on Hermione and fluttered in the next moment as a small bat out of the house. It was still early, the morning was cool and the sun was still low on the horizon. It was incredible, what speed could reach a bat, just three hours later he was already on the beach. The sun was high in the sky and burned him in the neck when he was in the vicinity of the water had again assumed its normal shape.
He walked a while along the beach until the sand ran into ever larger rocks, which still towered into the sea. Here it was, that was the place he had seen in Lindsay's memory. Severus went into the water until he stood up to his knees in it. He took out his wand, a huge missed bubble around his head and went into the water until it finally disappeared.
Severus dipped down lower. Far out in front of him he saw the decayed remains of a ship. He swam to the wreckage, most wood was already covered by algae and corals. It was clearly once been a big ship. The fuselage was broken into three parts, all of which were not far apart. He had ignited the end of his wand and swam further into the old wreck. It had probably had several decks, but the floor had collapsed and the few scanty furniture was brought down to the bottom.
He was not even sure what he was really looking and still had time to make the most unrecognizable. An old book lay among the ruins. The sides had resolved long ago, leaving only the thick leather cover. Severus picked it up and stroked the dirt to the side. "Magic Plants of the South Pacific," he read. He grabbed the leather cover in a bag he was carrying and looked at further.
In one of the other major Parts of the wreck were old rusty boiler on the ground and finally caught a tiny object that protruded from the sand, his attention. Severus stroked the sand to the side and found a clear confirmation of his conjecture. He could not explain all this just yet. The object he picked up and put into his pocket, was an old broken wand, only the magical treatment of the wood had prevented that the sea had completely broken down the small piece.
He was re-emerged in the sand and walked back and forth. That was probably enough evidence that this ship 20 years ago not only Muggle way were, but what a magician was on a Muggle ship? Severus paused. Fireplaces, Port key and the Apparition functioned not resort to such enormous distances, it was necessary, as even at the present time, nor magically trains or ships. The ship was down there for now magically in any way? Severus wondered if he had noticed anything that drew attention to a magic ship, but if he should be honest, he had not taken on the ship itself.
He breathed deeply, as he pulled out his wand again for another bubble head charm to the parties and then went back into the water. For a while he swam around the wreckage, until he finally could make out the part that probably once was the control cabin. What exactly he was looking for? Severus looked around, but time had left few traces. Most of the furniture was gone to break. He picked up some of the debris lying around, until he finally unearthed what looked like a small cupboard. The right side was broken off completely. He opened the door
to the more stable compartment. Some muddy soggy documents, old maps were probably, next to a metal object. Severus took him out and wiped some algae, which had paved the way through the small crack in the door in, of the article. A round silver compass was in his hands his hands were turning wild. It was no ordinary Muggle compass, he had noticed at the first view of the rune-described dial.
His eyes now fell on a drawer that was located under the small compartment in which was the compass. She was stuck, but finally he had pulled out with a lot of effort. The drawer, which was apparently none at all, because they had no opening, was in his hands. Not only that she was unharmed, there have no signs that this secret compartment, because that's what Severus considered it to be open anyway was. Apparently, a magic Stasi thought Severus. On the upper wooden plate, two words were engraved: "Blackbird".
"The name of the ship?", Thought Severus. If this was so, the sealed tray containing probably the logbook. Again he got out of the water, jammed the drawer under my arm and let them end up in the sand before he sat down next to it. may He had pulled a bag over to him, which he left lying on his arrival here, and approved for the first time a bite for lunch, with a full stomach you finally think better.
He had to admit to himself, that it finally did well again to be all by itself. For a while he was still there so and just stared out to sea, until he finally devoted a drawer. Thoughtfully, he looked at her. He would probably just start with the most mundane magic, directed his wand at the box in front of him, he said the "Alohomora" and as he had expected otherwise, nothing happened. A number of spells and curses a lot more later, the drawer was still closed to him.
Well, he would take it and try it at home must continue. hesitated at the thought he, at home, no home, he did not feel certain. How treacherous the language but sometimes could be. When he returned, he would have told Dumbledore of this new knowledge, new insights apropos, Dumbledore this dog, he thought, and gritted his teeth together, I may well congratulate Severus' , mocked him in his thoughts after. How could he know the matter now, where Hermione had not even known yet.
Angered he was falling backwards into the sand. A child. It seemed as if to make his inner voice mocked him. He was hardly the perfect father figure. Was it wrong to get involved with Hermione? She was young, she was pretty, and damn smart and they probably would have decided, under normal circumstances, never for him, but how could something that felt so right be wrong? Despite all the troubling thoughts, the feeling in his stomach was kinda good.
One was clear in any case. He braced himself on his arms as if he had made a decision. It was now much more important and urgent to find a way back because he would not allow his child had come here in nowhere with the world. "Time to return," he thought to himself, "Hermione waits certainly burning to find out what I found." Her face was shining with curiosity appeared before the inner eye and had him involuntarily ld smile.
Severus had reduced the drawer of his pocket and turned back to the little bat. The return flight was not as pleasant nor as fast as the way was. The sun was high in the sky and the scorching heat was a nocturnal creature, he was one, already mightily. can fail, he would wait until the evening and that he had not done it, was his own fault. He wanted to tell Hermione what he had discovered and had, at best today, yet speaking with Albus.
He flew quite high as his sensitive hearing some very applied women's voices perceived. Under him, the village and her own house was not far away. He probably would have flown if not the name of Duncan Lannox would have fallen. At a rapid pace, he fell down and took the crown of a large tree behind the church square, under which people had gathered.
"He's now been missing for three days," said he heard a young woman applied. "Calm down, Erin," the pastor patted her shoulder, "We will send out men on the spot to look for him." "He will be nothing to have happened?" Said they scared of and looked with wide eyes at the pastor.
"Well Erin, we are all very concerned, but why ..." he said, his thoughts are not over, instead he looked at the girl attention to himself. With a loud snort, he was a diminutive man who seemed to Severus about his age, interrupted his train of thought.
A small plump woman showed a moment later with her sausage fingers on the man who is now staring at his hand quizzically. She tore her mouth, but it was just hot air until they finally brought out yet what it was so hard on the heart. "I saw him, '" she said in an ominous tone, "it is not four days ago. He and Duncan have quite a fight. Give it to Graham! What have you done with him? " the woman then drove him to something harsher.
"Well they calm down," Crawford was back in between. His eye was still quiet on Graham before he again turned to the plump woman. "Exactly what you saw?" He asked.
"It was Erin," she said and threw the girl a devalued view, "he found out the thing with Duncan apparently," said she again appealed to the pastor, "And I have heard what you have said to him as the last, "she grinned again Graham. The crowd around them seemed excited to wait and it took even a tiny moment, until the next round woman told applied, "he said when he came too close to Erin again, he would kill him."
A loud drawing in air resounded through the crowd, followed by a confused murmur that was louder. "I'm in trouble but only said so!" Graham shouted loudly to be heard. "And what you've done everything else in trouble?" Asked the plump woman in the round now more than Graham himself and lit the murmur to only widen.
"Ladies, ladies," said Crawford, now a loud voice, "now you calm down again. Nothing has been proved, "he said sharply, looking strictly in the round," Maybe Duncan will already morning. "Another hubbub broke out.
Severus had again risen from his seat and flew back to the house. It was already evening and apart from the huge hunger he felt, he still wanted to tell Hermione about the news. So they sought to Lannox, he went on his way through the head. Well, he had expected that his disappearance sooner or later would attract attention and to be honest, he had already had a lot of ideas which he could put the people in the head, what could happen to a man all alone in the forest.
And now they suspect another. Should not he be relieved? No, not that he was, he said. He would probably have to keep the picture in mind.
The Bedroom Window was still open, so that he could fly into it comfortably. Hermione was not here. He would look good in the kitchen for her and by the way he was able to tolerate what to eat.
***
Impatient Hermione closed the door behind them. Since Severus returned, she was burning already listen to what he had learned. She looked at him with big curious eyes and could hardly hide her excitement, which he conjured up a steep furrow between the eyes.
He went to the bed where he had taken the bag and emptied it. Immediately took the contents back to its normal size. Hermione stepped closer to him, she took the book cover on the "Magical Plants of the Pacific" and later became the compass. She had turned a moment in your hand, but the hands did not listen to like to spin wildly, then put it away eventually.
"Where did you get that?", Wanted to know. "From the stranded ship with the Scots here," he answered her and saw how her face formed a question mark. "But that's all Muggles are," she said confused. "We'll hopefully find out soon," Severus said quietly, and pointed to the drawer, which Hermione had so far paid no attention.
"What do you mean?" She asked, "What's that?" Said she immediately behind, as they had followed his gaze. "I am in Crawford and Lindsay entered my head," he decided to tell from the front. "You are what?" She asked indignantly, but Severus ignored her reaction. "It was strange," he continues, "both had little recollection of the time between their eleventh birthday and their arrival here on the island. There were only a few scraps, no memory really full, as if someone had cleared, "he concluded his consideration. Hermione looked at him with a mixture Curiosity and astonishment, and he could see literally, as it rattled behind her forehead.
"I have found in Lindsay's memory of the place where their ship ran aground on the rocks, seen and I flew there," he continues, "was of course after 20 years not much of the ship ΓΌ ; brig. I would only find here, "he said, pointing to the items on the bed," and if I am correct, then here the log book of the ship and we could learn what has happened, "he continued," However, I get open the drawer yet. "
" Oh no, 'she said, grinning mischievously, what Severus replied with a piercing look. He took a step to the side, opened the way to said drawer and pointed invitingly to the arm on it. Hermione took it thoughtfully in her hand before she answered. "Professor rush has even mentioned that logs previously played an important role, because it was in such vast distances, sparse communication capabilities so you had to protect the logbook while but the content should be easily accessible. " Severus rolled his eyes and gave her without a word to understand it should finally come to the point. "Well anyway, they had agreed on a standard, it is quite obvious, the key is the name of the captain," it just ended.
"However, we do not know the name of the captain," she said then added softly, and lowered his head discouraged. Severus took a big step toward her and one other, he marched past her, straight to bed, where he picked up the silver compass, and turned in his hand. He had stared at him for quite a while. With the eyes it was hard to see, but the fingertips felt the fine grain of the engraving as he ran them over it.
His eyes searched the room and finally stayed at the little inkwells depend on the shelves, that he immediately took his hand in and uncorked. He let fall a drop of black ink on the silver and rubbed it with his finger. The dark liquid is deposited in the barely visible and were engraved the words "Hanphret Horkins" award.
Severus glanced over at Hermione, who encouraged him with her curious look. He raised the wand to the drawer and said clearly "Hanphret Horkins. With a low clicking jumped on the lid a few inches. Severus lifted him and opened the drawer. A pen and writing pad lying in it. When you open the drawer, the spring itself was immediately erected, and wrote down exactly happened immediately.
To be continued ...
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