The Lost Book:
Cast: Liesel Knoose (Capn' K,) Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Amanda Furgets, David Rembertson, and Lauren Kats.
Disclaimer: The good stuff and the mediocre stuff is rowlings.
As this is a fantasy setting, I have assumed that rowling doesn't know about the entirety of this world.
Much of this story will deal with theories presented by a raving old man.
Still, it is my point of view that this world is semi-logical. Even magic has to have a base somewhere. So, the theories of musali are all mine, and presented not in accordance of J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series, but presented based on observations and inferences by what she has written.
In no way am I suggesting that I am smarter than Rowling. While that is certainly possible, (and visa-versa,) it is not my intent to say it either way. She is a much better writer than I am. She also has an imagination that seems to be better than mine. She's also (yes, LOTR fans, it's true.) as much of a genius as Tolkien himself was.
All that I am trying to say in this book is that in my interpretation of Rowling's fictional world of Harry Potter, this is the way things work. So if you feel that my interpretation is wildly inaccurate and my writing style is not sufficient to overcome this, too bad. Deal. Read a magazine because Fan Fiction will never be accurate. They're all stories of things that don't happen in the books.
Sit back and enjoy the ride, as you will(not) enjoy the story. Review. After you are done with the story, read the next story I write. It has a lot to do with this, and in the middle, the history of this story comes into play. So read this first.
Guests: James McCadell, Leila Kavit, Laurel Mall, Adi Musali.
The dark night would only get darker. A meeting was being held, a meeting by that audacious third-year James McCadell. Not many recognized him as a genius, and most viewed him as a second-rate wizard, or at least all but one. Adi Musale was one of a dying breed, the most magically gifted of all, the Silverlode. Lord Mitalian had ended most of their lives, leaving too few. There had always been too few Silverlode...
Adi Musale; however, saw in James the gift. Had he been born, no, raised in a wizarding family he would have certainly been taken to be a Silverlode by birth-right. Adi Musale was a small man, and often considered to be at least as good as one Albus Dumbledore, who was a simpering fool in Adi's mind. Adi certainly had a far greater grasp of magic, and could maybe beat Albus in a duel. But Adi gave no indication of his power in his demeanor. As previously mentioned, this was a small man. He had silver hair, and was frail looking. He stood under five-feet tall, but not by much. He probably weighed 75 pounds, if he had not done as much magical experimentation. But as a result of his experimentations, he seemed about three-hundred years old, and probably would have been around there if not for the time-traveling accident not recorded in this text. He also was pockmarked by various spells, and gave the air of a man about to die.
But that was until his Fifty-Seventh birthday, April 13, 2003. No one would have guessed his day of birth by the year, because he was Fifty-Seven. His birthday was not 1946 as you would expect of someone Fifty-Seven on April 13, 2003, but was almost Two-Hundred Ninety-Three due to a strange accident involving time. On that day, he met a boy who would carry on the Silverlode spirit. James McCadell had not only the skills, but the eagerness to become a great wizard. Adi's smile, his most rare feature, showed that day. After a few moths of training, James was ready. Just prior to the final test, Adi died. However, James had gotten out of this man a story about a book. Not just any book, but a book with spells so powerful they were said to contain the secret to immortal life. Which, as was explained by Albus Dumbledore to Harry Potter, is not necessarily a good thing. After about five hundred years, it becomes rather boring. Still, finding the book would be cool.
This is the story of James and his friends attempting to find a legendary book, one so powerful it's mere existence created enough magical disruption to keep light bulbs from working.
"So, that's my plan. I'm gonna try to run the boards with a few spells, and you two will sneak in and grab the crystal." James said. The plan was for James to stop the alarm, Laurel set up a quick Amanda jump to the inside. There was a bar that Amanda said she could grab and use to propel herself over the pressure sensors. Then lather, rinse, and repeat.
"Um. Maybe Laurel should do the spells." Amanda said, casting a furitive glance at Laurel.
James had wanted to bring Leila instead of Amanda; she was also a gymnast and was also a little less, assertive of her superiority. She was also a goody two shoes and wouldn't want in on this adventure. "No, the plan is fine."
"Whatever. Let's just do it."
The next day the crystal was securely in their possession. The crystal was more than it seemed, it was not an ordinary diamond, though it looked, felt, smelt, chemically identical to the actual formation of carbon known as a diamond. Yet there was something odd about this diamond. If anyone ever tasted a real diamond, they would know that it almost had not taste, but this diamond tasted as if it was coated in sugar. The purpose of this diamond was to make an amulet that would magically make an entrance into the side of Mt. Everest. As James had patiently explained, all they had to do was go around the world with a stolen jewel, climb up half of Mt. Everest, and circle the mountain until they saw an opening create itself in the center of the mountain. Then, they had to dodge a few traps, fly across an immeasurable chasm; a quick jaunt up booby trapped stairs, into the light and grab the book. Then, as the enchantment of both the amulet and the book are broken, go back the same way, through re-set traps, get out of the cave in five minutes, while being chased by a wall of lava. And get back before anyone knew you were gone. He made it sound easy.
"But Daaad... you wouldn't even let me help out in my second year!" Draco whined. He was sick and tired of being bossed around by his dad. He wanted to serve Lord Voldemort, and he should serve Lord Voldemort. He was fifteen. And he knew all about Lord Voldemort's promise to Lucious. 'I will not allow your children to join.' Lucious had made that a term of his allegiance, and whatever Lord Voldemort was, a lier was not one of them.
"No. Wait..." Lucious had just thought of a task that his son could do. It was a myth, no more than an urban legend, yet if there was some truth, it may re-affirm the Dark Lord's trust in his bargain with the Malfoys. "You may go for something. Just not this mission. No, listen. It all happened about five hundred years ago...
"There was a grand group of wizards who named themselves the Silverlode. They were extremely powerful, such that the Dark Lord is glad he never fought them. They lived in monasteries in Nepal, you know, near Mt. Everest. As they grew ever powerful, they discovered the secret to immortality. I don't know why, but they have since died off. Strange... they were immortal and died off. But still, the book remains. I have heard of the Crystal of Times, the diamond reportedly used to seal the Cave of Life. It was recently stolen from a muggle museum by a couple of American wizards. If you could track them..." Malfoy trailed off. Draco was gone in about a second.
As Draco packed, he thought he saw something out of the window. He flattened to the wall, and peered outside. Nothing. He went back to packing. As soon as he had packed the last of his dark magic books, he remembered another book he had been hiding from his father. The book was entitled; "Hea Lie No Tusha Nich," or "Powers Through the Positive Energies." His father had disallowed him from studying the positive energies as the family was immersed in the negative energies, or Dark Arts. Yet though Draco had read the book just once, he knew of the strength he could find there. And his eyes always lit up whenever he heard of a "Holy Smite," because he remembered a spell from the book, one he had been practicing whenever no one was around, that made a mace of lightning strike a foe. He dug up his floorboards and put the book in the bottom of his bag.
"What the hell is he doing?" Hermione wondered. She had tasked herself in watching the Malfoy's, and had seen the discussion between the father and the son. Thanks to the extendable ears, she had heard the whole thing too. She also watched Draco pull out a book with some funky letters on them. The letters reminded her of a cross between Chinese, Arabic, and Elvish from Lord of the Rings. It was sort of cool, but she didn't have time to remember it. Malfoy left his room with his trunk. Hermione followed.
"All right, who wants to go with me to Mt. Everest?" James asked. No one raised their hand.
"No offense, James, but you aren't exactly the best wizard at school. Maybe Ben should go." Laurel said.
"Okay, no. It will be four out of the six of us. How about, Lauren, Leila, David, Laurel?" James asked.
"What? No. I'm going." Amanda said.
"And I don't want to be left out." David said. "Well, no one else going is really my friend."
"I don't want to go." Leila said at once.
"I don't go if Leila doesn't go." Laurel said.
"I won't mind going, I just, I dunno..." Lauren; the master of cold feet, said.
"Fine. Amanda, Lauren, David and myself." James said. There were instant objections.
"I cannot trust you as a wizard, James. Face it, you aren't very good, and what skills you have won't be enough to help us out at all." Amanda said.
"Perhaps I could help." The six of them started at once. There, walking amongst them was the quidditch star dubbed Cap'n K by James, Liesel Knoose. She was not only a very gifted keeper, but she was always nice, courteous, and a little on the hot side. James had already been rejected five times by her.
"Whatever. Look, I am not sending three, and Leila and Laurel won't go. Better me than no one." James said.
"No. We'll get Ben. He'd love to come on a trip with Lauren." Amanda said.
"No, I won't... Yes?" Liesel had spun James around.
"I'll go." Liesel said. Rather bluntly for one who wasn't supposed to know what the meeting was about.
"You'll... go?" James was struck dumb. He had been tracked by HER! She was a good witch, but only in the classroom. Her practical skills were, a tad wanting. "Go where?"
"Mt. Everest. You need a fourth to get this book, and I want to go. I have been pressured by my parents to test myself this summer, and this seemed like the most fun. When do we start?" Liesel asked.
"Uh. Let's vote. All in favor of letting Liesel in on this, raise your hand." The three going raised their hands. "Those not in favor..." The rest of the people there raised their hands. "Okay. I'll start. I don't think that Liesel should go because she has both a lack of experience and is not, great, at practical applications of classroom mechanics."
"I think she should go, because you are no great shakes yourself, and she doesn't spend her time putting you down with meaningless buzzwords and beurocracy lingo." Amanda said.
"Hey, I got you into the museum." James said.
"Your only experience. We're all new at this, but if you can't have Ben, and I don't want you, then I guess Liesel is our only choice. Welcome aboard." Amanda said.
"Wait a second... you mean that I am not as good a wizard as Liesel? I beat her on the last three practical exams in DADA!" James said.
"Yeah, but a couple of weeks later you botched a simple stunning spell, and failed to manage a summoning charm. At least Liesel has her strengths, and CONSISTANTLY, key word is consistently, uses them." Amanda said.
"Fine." James was flustered. "Fine, Liesel, welcome to the team. You already know what you are doing, I won't waste time on your introduction. Okay, Lauren, David, Amanda, and Liesel. You start tomorrow. Have fun, and here's a get there and back portkey. Password is "Theory Book." It will only work if all of you are touching it. Also, the portkey will not work inside of the Cave of Life. Nor can I make a portkey to go into the Cave of Life. For that, you need the Amulet of Times, and the Crystal of times. Here they are. Keep them out of sight, they are fairly recognizable, and can be stolen easily. Don't lose it. I'll lock you in at about midnight. Use the crystal to go back about seven hours, and you'll be fine. Then you need to leave. After you come back, don't contact me until after midnight tonight." With that, James, Laurel, and Leila left the room. James muttered "Collaportus" and locked the door.
A few days later, Draco was on the trail of our heroes. "Holy shit. They're headed for the Himalayans. Do they simply not understand what wizards mean by Giants are aggressive?" Draco continued flying on.
Finally the great mountain was in sight. His map lead him to the mountain in pursuit of the foursome. As he looked back at the map, he saw another blip, this one seemingly right behind him. He looked back, and saw nothing. Turning front, he hit the map with his wand.
"And now I will tell you of the methods of the magical energies. First there is the positive realm. The positive realm is the so-called 'Light Magic' of the 'Good.' In reality, there is only power, and the choice to seek it. Then, there is the neutral realm, a realm of nothing. There is no reason or rhyme to this realm; it is simply a realm of energies both strong and weak, for better or worse. Most of the Silverlode spells come from this realm, especially the two biggies, Molerus Eatht and Morellius Pairn, both of which you have learned. Then there is the negative realm, for spells like the cruciatus curse and Lumos. The negative realm is also known as the 'Dark Arts,' and used by the 'Evil.'
"All charms are non-permanent positive, and all counter charms are negative. All enchantments are permanent positive, and all counter enchantments are negative. A good example of a positive charm is the Flying charm, or levitation charm. The counter charm is negative, and is called the Gravitation Counter-charm, and has the incantation 'Mirromind.' An enchantment is like Copus, the circle of protection spell. The dis-enchantment or counter enchantment is Decopus.
"All curses are negative charms, jinxes negative enchantments. Same rules apply in reverse, counter curses are positive and counter jinxes are positive. The tricky part comes with spells that are neither. The best example would be the stunning spell. The way to classify these is to look at the spell itself, and the way of reversing its effect. Since 'Reparo' is negative dominant, the Reductor spell, which uses neutral energies, is actually the reductor charm. Since stupefy is neutral, and the only known method of reversing its effect is also neutral, Enneverate, it is a spell. There are a few strange spells, like the killing spell that involve manipulating both energies in equal portions at the same time. These spells are difficult to master because the energies always want to cancel each other out. You have to be forceful and powerful enough to separate them, and seperatly manipulate them..."
James took extensive notes that day, and ever since he had become a formidable wizard.
"Whoa. This mountain is COLD!" The temperature was approx. –40degrees Fahrenheit.
"No shit. Well, the fire's goin. We should take a look at the traps James outlined for us." Lauren said.
"I don't trust the map." Amanda said.
"Why not? James has never been wrong on information like this. Remember our first year? When James and I rescued the Goblin's Stone, and the Blood Stone from the troll caves? He had a perfect map planned out, even if his spell-work was rather shoddy." David said.
"Yeah, he's still a third-rate wizard at best. He isn't ranked in school! The only things going for him are his quidditch skills." Liesel said.
"How can you talk about rankings? Are you ranked?" Lauren asked.
"Yes. I'm number 73 nation wide, thank you." Liesel was very proud of her position, not guessing that James would become number two in the nation within the month, or even that he would become fifth in the world shortly after.
"Yeah. That's good. I just got my application back. They tell you how you do, you know, like I was one thousand in my division. But 73 nation wide, is that in division?" David asked.
"Yes and no. I am 73 U-18. Not quite my division, as I am not fifteen yet, but also not quite all-inclusive." Liesel was definitely the best witch in the year.
"Still..." Lauren trailed off. "I'm number fifty in my division. You know, U-16."
"Seven-thirty two." Amanda said. "Also," a note of disgust was clear in her voice, "I have 'No potential for growth in an increasingly spell-dominant world.'" Her impression of the inspector was uncanny.
"James is what, eight thousand?" David asked.
"He wishes. I heard he made the eight thousand and five mark. He is the worst wizard under sixteen years of age and over thirteen years of age." Liesel said.
"He's gotten a lot better. In fact, he's taking tutoring and has been told he has exceptional magical talent. Bullshit." Lauren said, and everyone laughed at the idea of someone saying James had extraordinary talent.
"Part of the problem is that you do not have your wand. Yes, yes, that is your wand, but you are identified even more strongly for another. In fact, it's this wand's brother. Since there is an almost communal link between these wands, and this wand is the inferior brother, it has followed instructions not to operate at maximum efficiency for you. We need to find its brother. Here, try this wand..."
Draco was on the mountain, and freezing. He had started a fire, and bundled up, but he was still frigid. He felt a tap on his shoulder. "You may want one of these."
"HERMIONE!" Draco yelled, pulled out his wand, and faced her.
"Just wear the damn coat." Hermione said.
"Why?" Draco asked her, took off his coat and put hers on. Instantly he was warm.
"I love the enchantments." Hermione said, blowing on a book and shoving the title towards Draco.
"Cold Weather Charms. Quaint. Can you conjure a tent?" Draco asked.
"No. But I brought one. For me. And another for you." Hermione said, and pulled out the tents and set them up. "And to ensure that you cannot attack me in my sleep, Copus." There was a glowing circle around Hermoine's tent. "If you cross this line, I will finally have proof that you are not a boy." Hermoine went into her tent.
"Bitch." Draco muttered, and went into his tent, thought about it, and went outside and muttered something lost on the wind.
As Draco went inside, he pulled out his favorite book, Hea Lie No Tusha Nich. It was his prized possession and his dirtiest secret. In studying it he was defying the laws of Voldemort, and breaking several oaths of the Death Eaters. But not of Voldemort's secret, inner police. It was to these Death Knights that Draco wished to join, not an entry level grunt death eater like his father. His father couldn't even gain information on Dumbledore successfully, and Voldemort had to run out Bolik Van Buren, the scariest, most ruthless man known by Voldemort, to figure out if the Order had been re-instated, which it had been. Draco liked his father, but to be a real threat and an assistant to Voldemort, he needed more magical understanding, and a background in other spelling styles. Like, for one, the positive energies. Only the death knights were allowed to use positive energy spells, his Death Eaters were denied access. The Death Eaters were even denied knowledge of the Death Knights, whom never used the dark mark.
As he turned the page, he saw a spell that interested him very much. He had used a translation spell for the book, but they never worked on the titles. The book said, 'Amongst the spells most used that are positive, perhaps the most powerful and unlikely is the Nehighn charm. Nehighn, or Death Blow in the undercommon, is a way to charge the air around the person and suck their conscious mind out of their body. Since the charm required a strong understanding of magical theory, and since the magical theory in question was only available to Silverlode at the time of its creation, it is assumed that the Silverlode created the charm. The theory is quite simple. Indeed, this charm is oft more useful than the self-styled killing curse, (more accurately the killing spell,) Avada Kedavra. However, this ability is not without its drawbacks. Since Avada Kedavra had the style of a very neutral spell, it was often considered to be a second rate spell, one only used by thugs. This was certainly not true, as the difficulty in casting the killing spell was almost legendary to those who attempted to learn it. Much easier and yet more difficult to master, the Death Blow charm has its fame locked in, as it was the spell to end Charlemagne's life. It does have a backlash, in the form of a small explosion that would nock most wizards and witches unconscious, and had the ability to tear down many castle walls. If the spell was preformed incorrectly, the student would know instantly, and the wand would explode, and acid would shoot out the back of the wand prior to detenation. Then, the standard backlash would occur. The incantation is forever kept a dark secret, but is reprinted here alone. "Marheli." Conjoin this with a inside outside wand movement like a double flick, then you have the spell down. Since failing the spell has so many repercussions, a better way to practice it would be to wave the wand and say "Diehe" instead. This requires the same amount of energy, and will produce a green projection of your patronus if you failed the style of the death blow charm, and a red projection if you succeed.'
"Wow." Draco said. He loved it. A death charm that wasn't illegal, it was a dream come true! He could finally rid himself of that damn Ronald Weasley. At least his brothers were sometimes funny. And of course, their practical jokes were cool.
"Of course, this isn't always true, but a simple spell is better than a complex one. Not even Voldemort can nail each and every spell each and every time. He has trouble on the killing spell, which isn't unheard of. However, the most difficult spell is that of immortality. The strength of mankind is in that spell, and while love is a force stronger than death, which isn't really true, there is nothing as strong as the will power of mankind. Never forget this..."