JAMES POTTER AND THE VAULT OF DESTINIES

nature whenever he gets the chance, don't you know.'

Ralph sighed. 'Why's he even coming anyway?'

       'Simple,' a new voice answered. James glanced up to see Ralph's father, Denniston Dolohov, walking nearby, his cheeks flushed in the pearly light that sifted down through the trees of the Forbidden Forest. 'Back in his time, nobody knew anything about the 'New World', although lots of wizards and witches suspected its existence. He's coming along for a few days before heading back to Hogwarts. I expect he wants to take a look around and see what life is like on the other side of the pond. It'd be like one of us traveling to the distant future and being offered a chance to visit cities on the moon.'

       'Now that would be cool,' Albus sighed. 'Much better than being carted off to stupid old America.'

       'I'd be careful with talk like that,' Lucy said. James glanced aside and saw her walking on the other side of Izzy, her duffle bag slung over one shoulder. 'I understand that Americans can be fiercely proud of their country. Not unlike some of us, of course.'

       'Well, it's easy for us, isn't it?' Albus exclaimed. 'I mean, we've got ourselves loads of history and traditions, going back thousands of years! They've got, what? About fifteen minutes and a tea party?'

'Speaking of tea,' Ralph said, rubbing his stomach, 'I could use a bite.'

       As if on cue, James' mother drifted back from the front of the group. 'Biscuits, anyone?' she said, carrying an open tin.

James shouldered his bag and grabbed with both hands. 'Thanks, Mum.'

'Ah! Shortbread,' Izzy exclaimed happily. 'We hardly ever got shortbread at home!'

       'Merlinus says a little nourishment is needed for the journey,' Ginny commented, nodding. 'After all, we've got a lot to do and a long way to go.'

'And we're walking the entire way?' Albus asked around a mouthful of biscuit. 'Seriously?'

       Ginny nodded. 'Merlin sent all of our trunks ahead yesterday afternoon. They'll be waiting for us at the port. A little exercise will do you some good.'

'Maybe it'll help you grow a bum,' Lucy suggested helpfully.

'Hah hah,' Albus chimed sarcastically. 'So how long is this going to take anyway?'

       'Yeah,' Ralph huffed, peering up at the trees as they passed overhead. 'What if any of us, you know, faints from hunger or something along the way?'

       'We're here,' a voice called from the front. To James' surprise, he recognized it as belonging to Neville Longbottom. 'Everybody stay close now.'

Albus boggled. 'We're here?'

       'Is that Professor Longbottom?' Ralph frowned, puzzled. 'I mean, fun's fun, but shouldn't somebody be staying back home to run Hogwarts?'

       James, who'd been on one of Merlin's magical walking trips in the past, grinned. Still clutching a biscuit in one hand, he ran ahead, joining the adults near the front of the group.

       'Hi Uncle Percy, Aunt Audrey, Molly,' he called as he passed. 'Hi Petra. Good morning.' He darted past her and slowed down as he found his dad, Merlin, and Neville Longbottom walking at the head of the troop. Sure enough, as James looked around, he could see that the trees here looked different. They were no longer the enormous old growth of the Forbidden Forest. These were young trees, choked with weeds and moss, leaning in the shifting wind. The air smelled briny and damp.

'Good morning, James,' Neville said, smiling down at him. 'Excited?'

       'I am!' James agreed, meeting Neville's smile. 'Why are you coming along? If you don't mind me asking.'

       'Professor Longbottom has come at my request, Mr. Potter,' Merlin answered, striding easily down a winding, rocky path. 'Besides, even Herbology teachers deserve the occasional holiday. Even if it is a working holiday.'

       'The Alma Alerons have asked me to give a lecture,' Neville admitted sheepishly. 'I was recommended to their Flora Department by Ben Franklyn himself. It seemed an opportunity not to miss.'

'Wands away, everyone,' Harry commented mildly. James looked up as the trees thinned and fell behind them. He could see now that they were on the outskirts of a small crowded fishing village. The morning sky was low and dull, packed with clouds over the rooftops. Smoke drifted listlessly from dozens of chimneys and the streets were wet, their cobbles shining dully. The group tramped their way single file down the curving, stony path until it met the street. An old man with a grizzled white beard was seated on a stool nearby, stooped beneath the awning of a fish shop. He pushed the brim of his cap up with a horny thumb as the group filed past.

'Good morning,' Harry Potter said cheerfully.

'Lovely day for a stroll, isn't it then?' Ginny added, bringing up the rear.

       'Nice town you've got here,' Albus cried, turning around and walking backwards, smiling at the man. 'Smells a bit funny, but we won't hold it against you!'

Ginny grabbed him by the arm, spinning him around.

       The narrow street descended in a series of sharp switchbacks, passing crowded houses and shops, and eventually emptying out at the seashore. Wharves, docks, and piers festooned the coastline, making a haphazard silhouette against the steely sky. Some of the slips were occupied with rusting fishing boats, others with immaculate touring yachts, still others with enormous, looming cargo ships. Green waves smacked at the hulls, lifting and dropping them monotonously. Merlin whistled as he walked, leading the group along a warped boardwalk, passing ship after ship. Workers in heavy coats and dark woolen caps barely looked up as the group passed by, ogling and wide-eyed.

       'What kind of ship will we be going in?' Izzy asked, her voice full of wonder. 'Will it be one of the big ones?'

'Probably not one of the big ones,' Petra answered with a smile in her voice.

'Is it a cruise ship?' Ralph mused hopefully. 'They have buffets on cruise ships.'

       The crew walked on and on. The sun finally began to burn away the dense clouds and became a hard white ball on the horizon, casting its reflection onto the ocean in a long blinding stripe.

       'Here we are,' Merlin finally announced. They had reached the end of the boardwalk. It was virtually deserted, overshadowed by a rocky promontory decked with a very antiquated lighthouse. James was surprised to see his grandfather's old Ford Anglia parked near the end of the boardwalk, its engine idling smoothly.

Albus frowned quizzically. 'What's Granddad's car doing here?'

Ginny replied distractedly. 'Go help your father unload now. Hurry, all of you.'

'Unload what?' Ralph asked as she herded them forward.

       Merlin produced his staff, which always seemed to be with him, hidden somewhere just out of sight despite its rather impressive size. He tapped it on the boardwalk and the Anglia's boot popped open.

'Ah,' Ralph said, answering his own question. 'Manual labor.'

'Cool!' Albus crowed, running forward. 'It's got all of our trunks in it. Did you send it ahead all by itself? Can it drive on its own?'

       'It was your grandfather who taught it that particular skill,' Merlin replied, smiling. 'The more I learn about him, the more impressed I become. Put the trunks right here on the boardwalk, if you please. I will alert the portmaster of our arrival.'

'But where's the ship?' James asked, glancing around the deserted pier below.

       Merlin either didn't hear him or chose not to answer. He strolled ponderously up the crooked, curving staircase that led to the door of the lighthouse.

       'Hop to it, men,' Harry cried heartily, reaching into the boot and heaving out one of the trunks. As with many wizard spaces, the boot was rather larger inside than would have seemed possible from without. Eventually,