Harry Potter and the Forgotten Magi
Tor and Tress
Silent tears escaped her eyes as she glanced upon his cold body. This had been done to warn them. They had taken away a person that both Harry and Hermione would risk their life for. The duo had arrived too late… and he was already gone.
Tears flowed down both their cheeks as the two fifteen year olds walked back to the castle with his frozen corpse floating behind them. They didn't care if they got caught. They were in search of the Headmaster, and he was waiting for them.
"Come with me." He stated simply as he led them to the gargoyle outside of his office. After going up the moving staircase, they walked into his office. Sitting in a chair, looking older than should be allowed was a man.
"Mr. Potter, Miss Granger." Said the man soberly as his face took on a look of concern. "I trust you are prepared to abscond." Harry and Hermione looked at each other surprised.
"Professor? Who is this and what is he talking about us leaving?" Hermione asked in a shaky voice.
"This is Peneole, son of Merlin." Both the teens' mouths dropped open.
"Son of *the* Merlin?" Asked Harry skeptically.
"Yes." The old man laughed at their reactions, causing his rough skin to crinkle into deep laugh lines. " I was named after my father's father Penole. You may call me Pen. On with the story… I did not have much in common with my father, except for the gift he passed onto me. Albus has it as well…as do you two." They were both now very confused and their nerves were starting to get raw, as they had already gone through a tremendous ordeal that night. "You see, Harold James and Hermione Anne, you both have powers beyond the regulatory powers of most wizards and witches."
"Huh?" they both exclaimed, more confused then they had been before, if that was at all possible.
"Let me make it a little more simple." Dumbledore said, smiling at them fondly. "Harry, you are an enchanter and Hermione, you are an enchantress." Hermione gasped but Harry's expression didn't change. Dumbledore noticed. "Miss Granger, if you'd explain."
"Harry, an enchanter or enchantress possesses 'WoN magi', an ancient form of magic that involves the Web of Nature. It started with *the* Merlin, as you put it so bluntly. Merlin was a different sort of wizard because his 'magi' was very strong. Everyone in any world possesses the power to use WoN magi but few have strong enough instincts to do so. Merlin discovered amazing things using his 'WoN magi', which I am calling magi from now on. Anyways, he discovered new ways to do magic. He wanted this power to be passed on so he chose four heirs. They were: Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff, Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw. They were chosen because he thought he had found strong magi blood in all of them. However, he had not, so they decided to make this school and teach children what Merlin had taught them about magic, not magi. Unbeknownst to almost the entire world, Merlin had a son, Peneole. The gift was passed on to him and he trained all the people with strong magi blood, how to be enchanters or enchantresses, whenever one would show up. It's a very rare thing, mind you." She took a deep breath and looked at Peneole. "Is that all?"
"Quite sufficient for now, Hermione, thank you. Now are you two packed?"
"We still don't know why we're leaving." Said Harry.
"Isn't it obvious?" asked Peneole, surprised at their thickness. "You're going to be trained."
"But you have to be twenty to be trained!" Burst out Hermione, her voice almost failing her.
"We know." Said Dumbledore, he face going somber again. "But due to circumstances, it can't wait."
"What circumstances?" asked Harry warily.
"Voldemort. He has obtained an alliance with three other Dark Rulers. Lady Ovidia in Italy, Prince FahDook in Germany and of course Emperor Luga from Japan." Peneole, who now looked tired of the whole conversation, gave this answer.
"But it's impossible to train until you are twenty years old!
To be a tor or a tress you must've obtained,
Twenty years of age.
Until then powers may not prove themselves,
But will stay trapped in their cage." She recited the memorized spell with a blaze in her eyes.
"I am well aware of this spell and of this norm, Miss Granger…so we are ageing you." Peneole responded.
"You're WHAT?" Hermione screamed, finally losing her cool. Harry steadied her by placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"We are permanently making you older by four years, so you'll be nineteen. In two months for you Harry and four for you Hermione, you will be twenty and will be ready to be trained." It took a few minutes for all the acquired information to soak into their heads. Finally, Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and turned toward the exit, pulling him with her.
"Where are you going?" Peneole asked, standing up.
"To pack." They said in unison as they left the office to go fill their trunks.
After they had gone the Peneole turned to his old friend.
"Are you sure this is for the best Albus? Are you sure this is the only way?"
"Yes Peneole, I'm positive."
A/N: I don't own Harry Potter (s'ashame, really) J. K. Rowling does. And the names of the dark rulers are from a book…same with the WoN thing and the name Penole, Tom Cross owns that stuff. The plot, however, I *do* own! (score!) I think it's a little strange. I already have some of the next chapter written but I figured this is a good start. Strange name huh? Review please…tell me if I should continue. There will be a lot more action (considering nothing's happened yet) in next chapters…this one sort of just explained what's going to happen. Review!!!
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