Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish HighlandsNovember 22nd, 1992, 9:31 PMWhen Professors McGonagall and Sprout and their entourage entered the Great Hall, they noticed the heavy atmosphere. The group stood at the entrance of the Great Hall. Erik, having noticed them the moment they entered the castle through the floo, decided that it was a good opportunity to dissipate the heavy atmosphere."Ah, it seems that the good Aurors are here. Welcome to Hogwarts! Let me just finish here and I will be with you in a moment."He said loudly to the group standing by the doors. That had the expected result. The heavy atmosphere slowly dissipated as students were turning their head to look at the newly arrived group. Erik then continued addressing the students and staff."Now, the questions will have to end here today. And since the Great Hall is not ideal for you all to rest after such a delicious feast, I believe that changes are necessary. Please, everyone stand up and go stand by the w

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish HighlandsNovember 22nd, 1992, 10:30 PM"Wizards really have some very strange ways of transportation."Leona's comment got a chuckle from Erik and a small giggle from Susan and Joan.The wizard in the room looked at Leona like she had grown a second head. She just shrugged."The fireplace is closed again."Erik said after closing the floo connection."Erik, dear, that black mark in the rat's arm, It was a slave brand, wasn't it?"Susan randomly asks Erik. He nods, confirming her thoughts."Yes, it was. At least appeared to be one. But it was different from a normal one. It appeared to have been done using corrupted magic as a source.""What do you mean by slave mark?"Director Bones directly asked. Any additional information that she could get on the thing was good information in her books."Some antique and old magical civilizations had the custom of using slaves. To identify who belonged to whom, each master branded his slaves with his own

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish HighlandsNovember 22nd, 1992, 11:52 PMAs Erik and his entourage exit Slytheryn's Common Room, they walk through the castle's dungeons making their way back to the Great Lounge. The walk was a silent one as the Professors, Aurors and Unspeakables were within their minds thinking about what happened today and their discoveries. In less than three minutes they were back to Great Staircase and were entering the Great Lounge. In it they saw that most of the students were playing games or having conversations between them. Some of the young ones were claimed by the comfort that the beanbags offered and were now in a world of dreams."If you will please follow me to where the staff is. I will address the students and free them back to their dormitories. Then we will question the staff about Riddle."Erik said to the group, and walked through the student to the elevated platform. Waiting for all of them to approach the staff place, Erik kneeled on

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish HighlandsNovember 23rd, 1992, 0:39 AM"HE DARES!"Susan yells angrily. Her magic started to flow from her in waves fuelled by her feelings. Around her, the broken stuff in the piles near started to crumble and implode in themselves. It was a scary thing to watch. The Aurors and Unspeakables seemed to agree with that if the fear showing in their faces and body language was anything to be taken into account. For an adult wizard, even more one with the experience that Susan Ravenclaw had, acts of accidental magic fuelled by feelings was a very rare and almost impossible thing to see. It just showed the degree of anger that she was feeling at the moment."Lady Ravenclaw, please calm yourself!"Pleaded Director Bones to the angry Susan. The stuff around them continued to implode on themselves, leaving behind just small balls of compressed matter. And then Susan felt a hand on her shoulder. Looking at it, she recognizes it as being the hand of her

Erik's House, Somewhere in the west of The Kalmar Union (south of Norway)May 30th, 1431, 0:35 AMAs the light dimmed, for the first time in months, Joan felt the fresh wind on her skin. She kept her eyes closed and enjoyed it for a moment. Taking a deep breath she smelled the salt in the wind, they were close to the sea. She didn't really care though. Joan slowly opened her eyes and tried to look around her. It was dark."Joan, here."She heard Erik calling her and turned to the voice direction, and she saw it. At least she saw what the darkness and the outside illumination allowed. It was a big house made of perfectly squared white stones. The big wooden double doors of the entrance were illuminated by two torches, one by each side of it. The strange thing about it was that even with all the wind, the torches were not affected by it. While she was staring at it, Joan heard Erik calling her again."Joan?"Joan then stopped staring at the torches and looked at Erik. He had opened one