My Future is in the Past

Hour Three

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"Talk"

'Thoughts'

Chapter Thirty: Hour Three

Sirius' POV:

"So what happened to them after they killed Glaber?" Remy asked as we walked from the model.

"Traveled mainly, freeing slaves whenever and wherever they could," Carl said and looked to us. "They even freed all those trapped in the mines, adding thousands to their numbers."

"So little amount of men were able to free all those people?!" I asked shocked.

"They were very strong men. Each could handle a handful of men on their own in a battle." Carl said and stopped at a painting that was completely full of people crowded around each other.

"This is what their numbers looked at about six months after Glaber's death."

"They don't look happy," Albus noted.

"That's true. They weren't happy. Most were starving and barely had any clothes. Winter was supposedly coming quickly when they were here and they needed to find a place to stay." Carl smirked and walked from the painting only to stop at a handful of paintings.

"Before I continue I figured you'd want to know what these people look like now." We all nodded and moved to stand beside Carl.

"As you can see mostly they just got dirtier, but it's not like they had a variety of showers lined up for them, and not many changed much. Like Agron for example, he just grew a little bit of facial hair and his hair got messier looking." He pointed to Agron who was glaring down at us clinging tightly to his sword and shield.

Carl then pointed to the man beside him. "Nasir didn't change really, just got stronger." He said. I looked up to Nasir who was looking around and standing tall beside his spear and noticed Carl was right, he didn't change all that much, but even from this painting, I could tell the boy had grown into a fine warrior.

"Crixus' hair grew longer and he grew a bit more facial hair." He said and I looked to see Crixus looking ready to kill someone if the tightening of his grip on his sword was anything to go by.

"Naevia changed a lot. She went from that frail girl they find wounded in the mines to a warrior who could hold her own against the strongest of men." I turned to the painting beside Crixus and felt my eyes widen at how different Naevia looked from the last painting I'd seen of her. Gone was the frail girl as Carl said. Taking her place was a woman with long hair tied back, piercing dark eyes, and the stance and look of a proud warrior.

I couldn't help but smile up at her when her gaze fell on us and looked to where Carl was now pointing. "Gannicus stayed the same, even his attitude and personality stayed the same." I looked to the painting of Gannicus smiling brightly with mischief in eyes and couldn't help but think of the twins when I stared up at the man. Of course, the twins couldn't swing a sword and cut the head off a man much less five.

Carl turned and pointed to another picture. "Spartacus, like Gannicus, didn't change at all." Carl was right, Spartacus still looked as strong as ever as he skimmed the whole room.

Carl turned to the last picture. "Harrison's one of those who changed a lot." I looked at it and gasped in shock.

Harry didn't look like Harry anymore. Even from here, I could tell he'd grown in height, his hair was now just a little longer than Crixus' was. His skin was tanned, though nothing like the others around him, and he'd grown muscle. His eyes were still that beautiful emerald green but they now held a hardness that could only be gained by seeing battle and blood. He let a lot of his scars show now, the ones on his stomach, arm, and forehead and had a new scar on his face which confused us all.