Post by johnnysauntie on Aug 29, 2007 22:19:41 GMT -5
my god, I have no idea where to begin but here goes:
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Hermione retreated to her favorite Hogwarts haunt - the library. Call it instinct or intuition, she knew that something wasn't right and she had research to do.
The library - unchanged for centuries - was still as familiar to her as the back of her hand. Her wand stayed sheathed in her robes - she didn't need light to navigate.
"Aiee----" She stifled a screech and groped frantically for her wand as she untangled herself from the other human she had just unceremoniously trod upon as he/she sat on the floor.
"Lumos" said a familiar voice.
Hermione and Harry stood staring at each other in the wand light, dumbstruck.
"What are you doing here, Harry, and in the library of all places?" she asked quietly.
"I was going to ask the same of you, Hermione," he answered, grinning. "I'm glad you're here. Come on, there's something I need to tell you."
Taking her by the arm, they sat down at a table under an open window. The moon streamed brightly through it, but they were hidden in the shadow of the wall. Waving her wand gently, Hermione murmered "Muffilato" rendering their conversation to all other ears, adn "Obscura" to hide themselves completely from view.
"Ginny and I met with McGonagall today," Harry started."And she showed us a prophecy." He went on to describe the meeting, and the scene he had seen in the pensieve.
"Harry," Hermione said, looking at him intently. "How is your scar?"
He was silent for a minute.
"It's been tingling," he admitted. "A bit of discomfort here and there. Nothing like the past. Nothing like that."
"So Septimus is the seventh and he may or may not be a Sorceror, and there may be dark forces trying to influence him." she said.
"Actually, we've pretty much confirmed that he is a Sorceror. The prophecy was pretty clear on that point." Harry said. "I have tried so hard to give my kids a normal life. No mortal enemies. No tragedies. I really can't believe it."
"Yes, well, it sounds like you have to," she said matter of factly, and then started as the door slowly opened. "I bet that's Filtch."
The two watched, breathlessly, as two people - students, it looked like - opened the door. They stepped into the moonbeam, and both Harry and Hermione gasped involuntarily. Albus was feet away, accompanied by a willowy blonde girl.
"The seventh of the seventh, you say," Lucinda said quietly, her eyes rapidly scanning the spines of the stacks they faced.
"Yeah, and his magic came to him early. He was levitating toys and riding a real broom before he was three. Mum and Dad actually started home-teaching him early, because his magic was getting too strong to let it go unchecked. It wasn't the usual kid's stuff."
Lucinda found the tome she was seeking, and removed it from the shelf. They sat down at the table right next to Harry and Hermione.
"Lumos" Albus lit his wand and held it while Loose flipped through the pages.
"Here! Listen!" she said, excitedly, reading aloud.
"The Seventh Childe of a Seventh Childe may be an original source of magick, which we also knowe by the nayme Sorceror. Not all Seventh Children are Sorcerors, but all Sorcerors have a Calling.
The Sorceror's Calling is knowne to himself only, and formes as he growes into adulthood. The Calling is Elemental, it guides the Sorceror as our consciousnesses guide lesser Wizards and non-magical humans. If asked, a Sorceror cannot describe his Calling."
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Hermione retreated to her favorite Hogwarts haunt - the library. Call it instinct or intuition, she knew that something wasn't right and she had research to do.
The library - unchanged for centuries - was still as familiar to her as the back of her hand. Her wand stayed sheathed in her robes - she didn't need light to navigate.
"Aiee----" She stifled a screech and groped frantically for her wand as she untangled herself from the other human she had just unceremoniously trod upon as he/she sat on the floor.
"Lumos" said a familiar voice.
Hermione and Harry stood staring at each other in the wand light, dumbstruck.
"What are you doing here, Harry, and in the library of all places?" she asked quietly.
"I was going to ask the same of you, Hermione," he answered, grinning. "I'm glad you're here. Come on, there's something I need to tell you."
Taking her by the arm, they sat down at a table under an open window. The moon streamed brightly through it, but they were hidden in the shadow of the wall. Waving her wand gently, Hermione murmered "Muffilato" rendering their conversation to all other ears, adn "Obscura" to hide themselves completely from view.
"Ginny and I met with McGonagall today," Harry started."And she showed us a prophecy." He went on to describe the meeting, and the scene he had seen in the pensieve.
"Harry," Hermione said, looking at him intently. "How is your scar?"
He was silent for a minute.
"It's been tingling," he admitted. "A bit of discomfort here and there. Nothing like the past. Nothing like that."
"So Septimus is the seventh and he may or may not be a Sorceror, and there may be dark forces trying to influence him." she said.
"Actually, we've pretty much confirmed that he is a Sorceror. The prophecy was pretty clear on that point." Harry said. "I have tried so hard to give my kids a normal life. No mortal enemies. No tragedies. I really can't believe it."
"Yes, well, it sounds like you have to," she said matter of factly, and then started as the door slowly opened. "I bet that's Filtch."
The two watched, breathlessly, as two people - students, it looked like - opened the door. They stepped into the moonbeam, and both Harry and Hermione gasped involuntarily. Albus was feet away, accompanied by a willowy blonde girl.
"The seventh of the seventh, you say," Lucinda said quietly, her eyes rapidly scanning the spines of the stacks they faced.
"Yeah, and his magic came to him early. He was levitating toys and riding a real broom before he was three. Mum and Dad actually started home-teaching him early, because his magic was getting too strong to let it go unchecked. It wasn't the usual kid's stuff."
Lucinda found the tome she was seeking, and removed it from the shelf. They sat down at the table right next to Harry and Hermione.
"Lumos" Albus lit his wand and held it while Loose flipped through the pages.
"Here! Listen!" she said, excitedly, reading aloud.
"The Seventh Childe of a Seventh Childe may be an original source of magick, which we also knowe by the nayme Sorceror. Not all Seventh Children are Sorcerors, but all Sorcerors have a Calling.
The Sorceror's Calling is knowne to himself only, and formes as he growes into adulthood. The Calling is Elemental, it guides the Sorceror as our consciousnesses guide lesser Wizards and non-magical humans. If asked, a Sorceror cannot describe his Calling."
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