James Potter and the Hall of the Elders' Crossing

James Potter and the 

Hall of Elders' Crossing

G. Norman Lippert

Based upon the characters and worlds of J. K. Rowling

Then I have an ivory chair high to sit upon,

Almost like my father's chair, which is an ivory throne;

There I sit uplift and upright, there I sit alone.

- Christina Rossetti

CONTENTS

Prologue

1. Shadow of Legends

2. Arrival of the Alma Alerons

3. The Ghost and the Intruder

4. The Progressive Element

5. The Book of Austramaddux

6. Harry's Midnight Meeting

7. Broken Loyalties

8. The Grotto Keep

9. The Debate Betrayal

10. Holiday at Grimmauld Place

11. The Three Relics

12. Visum-Ineptio

13. Revelation of the Robe

14. The Hall of the Elders' Crossing

15. The Muggle Spy

16. Disaster of the Merlin Staff

17. Night of the Returning

18. The Tower Assembly

19. Secrets Unveiled

20. Tale of the Traitor

21. The Gift of the Green Box

Prologue

        Mr. Grey peeked around the corner and surveyed the corridor. It stretched off into dim infinity, dotted with floating globes of silvery light. Mr. Grey had been told that the globes were swampfire, encased in a timeloop charm so they were inextinguishable. He'd never even heard of swampfire, much less a timeloop charm, but then again, Mr. Grey had never been in a place quite like the Hall of Mysteries. He shuddered.

        'I don't see anybody,' he whispered to the two figures behind him. 'No gates or locks, neither. Do you think maybe they're using invisible barriers or something?'

         'Nar,' a gravely voice answered. 'We was told exactly where the beacons were placed, wasn't we? This section's clean. Sentry's all we have to worry about. If you don' see him, then move in.'

        Mr. Grey shuffled his feet. 'I know what we was told, but it don't feel right, Bistle. I has a sense about these things. Me mam always said so.'

        'Don't call me Bistle, yeh sodding half-wit,' said the gravely voice, which belonged to a particularly grizzly goblin in black shirt and trousers. 'I'm Mr. Saffron when we're on the job. And blast yehr sixth sense. Yeh're just a great coward whenever yeh get in an unfamiliar place. The sooner we get on, the sooner it'll be over and we'll be back to the shack to celebrate.'

The third figure, a tall, old man with a pointed, white goatee, stepped past Mr. Saffron and walked casually