The Harvinger (Sequal)

Chapter 1

12 years had past since the battle that claimed Hundreds of Death Eater lives. 12 long years since the Harvinger closed her eyes and peace set over the entire Wizarding world like a warm bath water but even the warmest of water grows cold.

The Harvinger bolted straight up with a gaspe and fear written in her facial expression. She had awoken. As the memories of her vision drifted away, she only was left with one name. One name that could be become more known than the late Dark Lord. Eliza Salazar Riddle. Christina, got out of her bed and rubbed her temples, trying to sooth the pounding headache. A ravin flew though the window and landed beside her, dropping a pile of letters and flew back out the window. Christina looked over and sat up, reaching for the first letter, dated May 5th 1998 by Harry Potter. A smile graced her lips as she opened it and took out the slightly yellowed page.

Dear Christina,
I don't know what your doing or where you are but all I can do is wish you the best. I married Ginny and we had our first child. It was a boy. Ginny and I wanted to name him James Christian Potter but we found that was too long so we named him James Orion Potter. I know you can not be here for us but just know we made you his God Mother. You will also be pleased to know that Professor Snape was tried and cleared of all charges and is currently making the Hogwarts students dread potions. The Wizarding World has never been more peaceful but there was some questions on your disappearance at the end of the Battle. Rumars were spread that you were secretly working for the Dark Lord and ran away when he fell. I set the record and your a hero. Hermione married Ron and they are pregnant with a girl. They call her Rose Weasley. Ron and I are Aurars in training and Hermione is th Senior Undersecritary to the Minister of Magic, which is Kingsley Shacklebolt. No one truely thanked you for bringing back loved ones. I wish I could see you again and properly thank you. I love you Christina.
~H.P.

She smiled as she set it down and picked up the next letter. It was dated July 12, 1998 by the Ministry of Magic and as she opened it, a wooden plaque with a medium silver coin imbeded in the wood with the words, 1st class; Merlin, inscribbed in it.

Dear Harvinger,
We, at The Ministry and The Minister of Magic, are pleased to bestow upon you the plague of Merlin; 1st class for you sacrifice and tribute to the down fall of Lord Voldemort. We wish you luck and give our deepest gratitude to you.
Wishing that your well, Mathilda Hopka.

Christina set it aside and moved for the next letter, another by Harry and dated; September 17, 1999.

Christina,
Missing you and just wanted you to know that rumars have been spread about a child being born, fathered by Voldemort but we have debunked it. Come home, please.
Harry

She dropped it and picked up another letter, again by Harry but dated June 1, 2000.

Christina,
Something is bothering me about the muggle world, the clouds get stormy with no warning like magic but there is no trace. Are you here or in any trouble?
Harry

Christina quickly ripped open the next letter. Dated August 27, 2002.

Christina,
Strange things are afoot and its leaving a pile of unsolved case files on my desk all about muggle men dying on mysterious and potentially magical deaths. I am afraid that we may have a serial killer. I need you Christina.
Harry

She furiously ripped open the next letter, her mind reeling and the familiar sensation of danger filling her. Her hands shook as she looked at the date. January 30, 2003.

Christina,
The files are growing and we are now having trouble containing the thoery of a serial killer in the Magical World. Please tell me your not behind this. The Minister is pushing for a theory and I can not give him one. Get back to me ASAP!
Harry