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History Excerpt - Book of Dangerous Magical Creatures 5443 B.S.W. by James Harry Potter, 5400 B.S.W. - 5450 B.S.W.
Prologue of "The Age of Wisdom" by Hilel.
Speech in Ancient Illarian, used from 3000 B.S.W. (Before the Separation of Wizards) until 7500 B.S.W. or 0 S.W.
"Hey, James!" a fifth year yelled at another student, a ninth year, by the looks of him. "We going over the scripts again today?"
James looked over to the fifth year. "Yeah. I still can't make heads or tails of it, though." James replied, shrugging.
"Ah, you'll start getting it soon, I bet!" the fifth year said, smirking. "I'll always be able to say that I was better at the scripts than the great James Potter! Even though I am an older student."
"I'll catch up to you soon, Balderdash! You won't be better than me for long!" James yelled at the back of the retreating fifth year. James grumbled angrily under his breath. It was really annoying being a junior, at only ninth year, and not knowing all that much than the older students.
A second year raced past him through the corridors, yelling, "Hey, Potter! You better hurry if you're going to get to Seer training in time!" James stopped suddenly, glancing down at his timekeeper, which was a round object, about the size of his palm, that showed the magically induced shadows of a muggle sundial, although these could be used even at night.
James cursed under his breath as he realised that he had only five minutes till he became late for his Seer training. He looked up at the second year, now a good distance away, just in time to see him jump into the air, and become a speeding blur in the school trafficway. James cursed as he realised that he couldn't use the school trafficway yet, he was just a ninth year after all! Fres from his first day!
As other students raced by overhead, James sprinted as fast as he could toward his first class of the day. For ten years, from when he became five years old, he had gone to school in a different school. There, if you were found running in the corridors, you were immediately sent to detention, but here, if you were found traversing the corridors at a slower pace than jogging, you were sent to detention for 'slowing down the other students'! Bizzare.
Ten minutes late, James finally stopped outside the Seer Training class, trying to catch his breath. "You're late, Mr. Potter." James heard an old voice rasp. "Twenty Points from Potter! Don't think that just because you are the founder of Potter house that you are allowed to come late!" The voice continued.
James dared look up at the old Seer, his hazel eyes looking deep into the blue eyes of his teacher, Gerald Trelawney. "I'm sorry, sir!" James muttered quietly. "I...slept in, sir." James certainly didn't want his professor to know he hadn't been running in the corridors.
"Detention, Mr. Potter." James's eyes widened with a look of confusion.
"Sir?" James asked tentatively.
"For slowing down the other students. You should know, after your first day, Mr. Potter." The elderly Seer replied coldly. "In."
As James entered the classroom, Seer Trelawney, as he preferred to be called, instead of 'Professor', started speaking, to the class in general. "Now that Mr. Potter is here," James swore he could here the muttered word, 'Finally.' "We can begin."
"We're going over the scripts, aren't we?" The fifth year - Balderdash, James remembered, - whispered to him.
James glanced at Balderdash, raising his eyebrow irratibly, as if saying, 'Not in Seer Training.' Balderdash seemed to get the message, and he scowled.
"And as soon as Mr. Balderdash stops talking..." Seer Trelawney continued, pausing for a few moments. "Now, everyone, first you must close your eyes. Good." Seer Trelawney waited for everybody present to close their eyes. "Now, Imagine your happiest moment, and concentrate on it."
James couldn't think of a happy memory that he liked enough, so he settled on the day he had recieved his letter from the Institute of Magical Learning and Advancement (which was this school). "Now, think carefully about your memory, and imagine yourself there...now, clear your mind of all thought. You should see a light." There were several murmerings of assent around the classroom. James did as he was told, and was surprised to see a brilliant emerald green light, even with his eyes closed.
"Now, as I call your name, please tell me the colour of the light that you have now seen." Seer Trelawney said, and started calling out various names. James wondered why thinking a happy thought then clearing your mind was of any use.
"Potter, James." James jumped.
"Green." James replied hastily.
Seer Trelawney looked up sharply. "What shade?"
"Shade?" James asked, confused. "Er...Emerald...I think."
Seer Trelawney conjured some emerald coloured light at the palm of his hand and held it up. "This shade?" he asked, worry evident in his voice.
James examined the light for a second, trying to remember if the light was the same. "Exactly the same, Seer." he finally replied.
"Dear me..." Seer Trelawney whispered. "The experiment was a complete success..." Seer Trelawney suddenly whirled around, heading directly for the door to his office. "You all may continue practising." He said as he closed his door. The instand he did so, whispers spread around the classroom.
"Hey, Emerald must be such a weak color that Potter probably is going to be thrown out!" one of the seventh years cried out. She turned toward James and smirked. "The great James Potter, expelled on his second day! I should send this story to father! Young Potter's father-"
"If you insult my father you will regret it!" James yelled loudly, glaring angrily at the seventh year.
She smirked maliciously. "Hah, I see you got all of your fathers brains, Potter. And his power!" many laughs sounded around the room. Aparantly, everyone knew how stupid, and powerless his father was. Even James thought his father was weak, but he still didn't like people insulting him.
It was the last straw. James raised his hands and concentrated. He had seen many older students do this, and his first class had taught him a little of how to cast spells, but all he knew was a simple levitating charm, nothing powerful enough to harm a seventh year. He felt rage inundating him, turning his feelings into raw flames, he felt himself slump to the ground as his vision turned dark. The last thought that fluttered through his mind was what's happening? before he collapsed into darkness.
I know it's not very long, all, but it IS a prologue, after all. For those who WANT to know, the year the prologue is set in is 3041 BSW, 41 years after the Illarian language was put into effect. Also, it's fifteen years after the Potter bloodline was created. You'll find more about it later.
Please review, and I'm REALLY sorry if I stop writing, but if I stop, I t's cause I just can't think of what to put in it. So if I don't update within a week, PLEASE send a review with suggestions on what to do next!
Don't worry, Harry WILL be in this fic (yay!). Yes, It's a Harry is Innocent and Goes to Azkaban fic, but I'm renaming it to, Harry is Innocent and Goes to Azkaban but is so powerful that when he tries to kill Voldemort, he sends himself back in time to 15 years after the Potter bloodline was just created and he learns more of his innate powers than anyone (that not even the creators, yes creators of the bloodline know about) and saves the past, and goes back to the future and saves the future when he is 129 years old fic. (long title, eh? or do you prefer the Harry is Innocent and goes to Azkaban fic, title? lol)
Toodles, (and please review!)
-Hilel.
(P.S. I'm going to write another two or three chapters before posting Chapter One, so that i can be ahead of the times.)
