COMMENT: 'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR FINAL FANTASY X, THIS IS A "as we go along" the link is here read up to chapter 12 and come here because someone didnt update for 6 years. i hate unfinished fanfiction if you have any requests save ir i have written this up to chapter 17 .
Orginal chapters: s/4698959/1/As-We-Go-Along
Author: u/754014/animebishieluver
The rest of the day had turned for better than for worse, one thing was that the Weasly twins Fred and George had only managed to blowup a desk, and that wasn't even with the Moogle dolls. I stared down at the mangled wreck of a desk and charred twisted remains of the unfortunate Moogle on it. Though that was the only accident of the day, most of the students managed to bring out small wisps of blue light only faintly resembling the tide-nulls they were trying to produce. I had no idea how to repair the desk, like the way Minerva did with the chair I had destroyed. I pointed my wand feebly at the mess hoping for something what did was that incantation...
"Repero!"
A bolt of black sparks twisted from my wand once again filling the room with smoke and setting the desk on fire, again. I swore reaching for a spare Moogle. I cast a quick water dousing the flames.
"by the stinking breath of a flan I swear..."
"Whats a flan?"
Startled I turned to see Hermione standing in the doorway she was early for class by at least half an hour. Her fingers on a gold chain with an impossibly small hour glass.
"A flan was a fiend from my world wretched things they were fluid and had a jelly like consistency, but enough about me you wouldn't happen to know the incantation that can repair things."
Hermione pointed her wand at the charred mess and spoke the spell.
"Reparo"
The desk attempted to twist it self together mangled lumps of charred would formed together into a some what charred but usable desk. The Moogle doll however remained blacken and charred.
"Sorry about the Moogle"
"Oh don't worry about that I have several more lying around,"
"What's it like Professor Diandar, where your from I mean, it's got be a really secretive place I couldn't find any anything at all about these Moogles or magecraft."
I smile at the innocent curiosity on her face.
"I came from a place far away from this place, magic in that world was so much more volatile much more about war and fighting then daily use, more so because of the fiends that plagued our daily lives we always had to be on our gaurd for such things".
"What about your Aeons are they like these fiends"
"No Aeons are much different Aeons are a manifestation of what we call the fayth, summoners use to go their respective temples to pray to the fayth to receive their aeons and blessing"
"What a Fayth professor"
"Take a seat"
and I gesture towards a desk, Hermione obliges seating herself infront of my desk.
"The fayth were humans who willingly gave up their lives and allowed their souls to be placed into stone, they entrusted their Aeons to summoners like myself to ease and fight the suffering in our world."
She sits for a second allowing all the new information to sink in, I smile as she begins to take note writing down all I've just told her. I smile at her insatiable thirst for knowledge, once I'd hope to have lived in world like this where I need fear little, and merely be happy and to enjoy the beauty of the world.
"One more question Professor why did you come to hogwarts, it sounds like this place your from needed summoners like yourself."
"Spira thats where I'm from a very small group of islands in the middle of the blue sea, and yes your right the summoners were much needed people first off to fight off sin the second to perform the sending, but when I couldn't obtain the final Aeon I could no longer bring the calm and fight off sin, I was given the opportunity to teach here and I believed it would be a better use of my talents then becoming a priestess in one of the temples."
"Oh,"
Hermione looks down almost guiltily, as if she thought she was trespassing on personal territory.
"Oh don't be so down it's natural to be curious, and honestly its okay I like talking about my past, after all I get to impart more knowledge onto this generation and onto the next."
We sit for a moment in silence the minutes passing by and my gaze wanders off to the courtyard.
"You know what I think I might show you another one of my Aeons after class"
With Hermiones expression brightened, the thought of a meeting of a mysterious aeon was more than enough to pull her out of her gloom.
"Thank you, anyway Proffessor Diandar, though could you explain how to use this doll."
She pulled out a Moogle doll it's creamy yellow fur cleaned, free of any knots.
"Well that will be todays lesson, I'll be trying to get you to form a connection with your respective dolls, and by the end of the month I shall expect some basic bodily control over the arms and legs, and only after that will we move onto basic defensive spells such as null, shell and protect".
"Where is everyone is my time table wrong?"
"No need to worry Hermione your just early we have about 15 minutes before class starts, I'd better get prepared"
I pulled out my wand and aimed it at the chalk and it began to scrawl out the basic theory on how to form a connection with a doll. At that moment a small crowd made there way into the class room staring at the Moogles and Cactuars that filled the shelves. Thats when I saw him pale blond hair and a look of pure arrogance there was only one person this boy could be, what did his father call his son? Marco, Giloy, Malie had no clue I waited for the class to cipher through waiting until they were all settled. I took a deep breath and prepared surely these Third years couldn't be worse then the fifth years could they.
"As many of you might know I am Professor Diandar, you maybe be unfamilar with the new subject I'm going to be introducing to you but before we start I have several rules we have to go across. One under no circumstance are you to attempt any kind of spell or magic without my presence. Two when we begin to undertake the more agressive part of Magecraft you are not to practise any spell on each other. Three respect your dolls and familarise yourself with their magic signature as you will be using these for the next few years, and maybe you will get to use different kind of dolls if you can prove yourself of worth. Now any questions".
Blondie malface lifted a hand before asking in a bored tone.
"What about summoning, you caused quite a show before the Ministry"
"Summonings are far more complex and difficult we shall not be going into this aspects at all, for there are no fayths from which you could call an Aeon from, but if you prove obedient I may give a demonstration for you after class".
Hermione lifted her hand and spoke in her usual inquistive way.
"How, exactly do we bond with these dolls"
"Great question class please bring your dolls out and I will explain"
The class went very well perhaps even better then the fifth years as nothing exploded. Hermione proved an excellent student observing that all the Moogle dolls had nearly the exact same magical signature, which was correct a they were all duplicates of one another, the class was now experimenting some managed to get their dolls to move their heads or arms. But Palme ended awarding 10 points to Griffindor after the Weasly boy managed to get the doll to stand up and walk a few shaky steps. She could see see intense concentration on most of the class, and she felt her self fill with joy as she watch them try and attempt occasionally she would demonstrate or give out pointers to the groups but few of them needed encouragement all them were wildly fascinated by the dolls and tried full heartedly. The period ended too soon and they had to go out for lunch, but before they begun to pack up she directed them to stay in the classroom while she went out into the courtyard and perform a summoning. Most of them had already seen Ixon prancing around on the first day of term so she planned to let them in on another Aeon. The sky was unsually clear with a few clouds in the pristine blue sky, she lifted her rod and begun go perform the familiar dance that would invoke Valefor's presence. She felt the seal beneath her feet and a fire work display of light flew into the sky perform and coming down into Valefor's feather form.
"Hello old friend"
She whispered to it stroking it gently, She heard a collection of gasps from the classroom faces and noses squashed against glass to see the exotic creature that was outside, with a flourish she asked Valefor to carry her up. Her students streamed outside to see a black cloaked figure flying higher and higher into the sky. Then she jumped from Valefors back, and she was falling and enjoying it the ground was so far away and closed her eyes waiting for Valefor to catch her. From the schools dozens of students were all watching from class room windows or outside in the courtyards watching her fall, watching Valefore pull into a dive and catching on her chest. They now fell slower then before and back down towards her waiting students. She stepped away from Valefor petting it's cheek before it flew back up into the sky and dissolved into a glyph. She smiled at her wide eyed class.
"Class dissmissed I expect you to keep your dolls close so you can maintain a bond and grow familiar with your Moogles."
She watched her class slowly pack up their things and leaving however that Malfie boy no Malfoy thats what it was Malfoy, the Malfoy boy was waiting alone with two other students waiting for the others for the others to leave.
"I want to be able to summons those Aeons like you do,"
He spoke with the all to familiar sense he got away with everything.
"It's simply not possible."
"Why ever not I've got money if thats what you need,"
I smile to myself,
"No it can't be brought with money, simply because it is impossible to form a bond when this is a Fayth-less world with a Fayth a bond cannot be made for an Aeon is a manifestation of the Fayths dreams and their connection with a summoner."
"Then make one it can't be that hard, can it"
"I'm afraid I cannot and will not even if I could,, I have not the means to perform such rituals, back in my homeland their is only person who can do this but she is long dead, but lives on as an unsent"
"Unsent? you mean like a ghost?"
"Ghost I have no idea what a ghost is but that is beside the point I cannot teach you summoning unless you could some how find a Fayth in this world."
Now Malfoy was clearly annoyed walked away muttering about useless teachers, what the hell our Fayths and various others nonsense. Palme sighed and prepared to clean up before a cold voice startled her, she turned to see a pale semi-transparent figure. She recognized this one from dinner the previous nights, he could certainly do strange magic being half invisible and being able to walk through walls and pull his head on it's fleshy hinge.
"Ahmm I'm Nicolas, but you can call me nearly headless nick, I came just welcome you to the school though none of the other ghosts would come"
"Ahh so you're a ghost please explain to me what a ghost is".
"A ghost well we are the remains of our living human selves we are wizards or witches who choose to stay after death"
Ahh so just like an unsent she thought to herself.
"Well from where I'm from we call them unsent though none of them look like you ghosts, they look and feel just like real people except for there dead, though it is rare to encounter them, most of the time they regress and eventually become fiends though some have the will to stay on for ever"
"Really that sounds jolly well wonderful I would likes to have become one of your unsent"
"Oh you would not usually unsent have a reason why they stay unfinished business or a violent traumatic death, usually those who don't have a strong enough will or a reason to stay human become fiends"
"Oh dear when you say fiends do you monsters of sorts"
"Yes they were, how do I put it, a great danger to many travellers and villages, usually summoners like myself perform something we call the sending, its a ritual designed to give peace to the dead to send them on there way to the farplane and to the next journey and prevent the transformation into a fiend".
"Sending? is the farplane like your afterlife"
"Yes and no, the farplane is a phyysicaal place it's dark pit where all life comes from, much magic energy radiates down there, and there is where they find peace and I suppose are eventually reborn"
"Do you suppose your sending ritual could send us ghosts away"
Nick said this in a small voice with ancient longing and prolonged suffering.
"All I can do I try with all due respect".
"Thank you Palme, thank you"
And with that Nick floated through a wall and to what Palme thought would be to the other ghosts, she took her wand and staff and left for the Grand hall the unfamilar feeling of the robes on pressed against her shoulders cloaking her body. She arrived and sat at her usual spot hoping for a chance to speak to Dumbledor in private. When he did arrived she intercepted him just as he was beginning to help himself to a plate of what they called sandwiches and pumpkin juice.
"May I speak to you in private I have a free period after lunch, I have pressing matters to talk about."
Her lips pursued a habit she had long since given up on breaking.
"Very well come to my office later on and we shall talk there,"
He gave Palme a warm reassuring look soft blue eyes staring through his half moon spectacles.
"I dare say this will one of the most eventful years yet"
Palme had ask her House Elf for directions later she was lost in the maze of moving staircases trying to find Dumbledors office. The painting gave no help so many random snippets of information and words like to left or to take the third corridor on the right it was all getting to confusing. She snap her fingers and Missy was there.
"How may I help you mistress."
"You wouldn't happen to know the way to Dumbledors office would you."
"I do mistress follow me lady Palme."
They walked through the labyrinth of corridors and staircase until they had finally reached a small stone gargoyle.
"Master Dumbledor is through past this gargoyle though I do not know the password I am sorry mistress,"
"No worries missy you may go"
"If it may help Dumbledors passwords are usually sweets"
And with the sentence she dissappeared in a small pop. Palme stared up at the forbidding statue, she had no idea so she guessed.
"Chocolate"
The gargoyle stayed stock still, damn this was going to be worse then the cloister of trials. Luckily the gargoyle moved to the side revealing a ornate stone spiral staircase, she heard Dumbledors soft voice coming from far above come in Professor Diandar we have much to discuss.