Harry Potter FanFic: I have written this fic using characters and ideas
from the original Harry Potter Books written by J.K.Rowling, with no
intentions of owning or making any profits.
1
The Wishing Pool
Lorette raised both arms to steady herself as she balanced upon the wizard's footstool. Tilting her head, she strained to hear the soft wish drifting down from the wishing pool above.
"Come off that footstool before you tumble over," grumbled old Melikar. As Melikar talked to Lorette, he hadn't noticed she wasn't paying attention to his words instead....
The wishing words were coming now. Another moment and- "Lorette!" The force of the wizard's shout knocked Lorette off the footstool and onto the cobblestone floor. She landed in a heap of petticoats, buffering her fall.
Melikar turned away and said "In my opinion you would have been better off with Dumbledore at Hogwarts", Lorette wrinkled her nose at him.
Then remembering Melikar was a wizard, and probably knew when a person was being disrespectful behind his back, she pretended to be struck by an urgent itch, giving her nose a vigorous rub.
Lorette loved Melikar dearly, but his awesome power commanded her greatest respect. If anyone else had insisted she hop off the footstool, she'd have ignored them, and caught the wafting wish before it melted into the dank air of the underground chamber.
But she'd promised herself, that she'd obey Melikar as long as she insisted on staying with him instead of being sent to a foster home. The reason for this was her parents had been killed in the battle against Voldemort.
"Tell me again about Hogwarts", she said encouragingly. "Tell me about the castle".
"Must we go through with this again?", asked Malikar annoyed. "I've told you once, I've told you twice, it doesn't change".
"Please old Malikar, just this once", she insisted and he couldn't resist looking into her magnificent periwinkle blue eyes. After some deep thoughts he gave in and said "Oh all right just thins once", "and then I can go continue with my work without any more of your disturbances?"
"I promise!"
"Well if you put it that way then alright", "I guess it couldn't hurt, after all my fondest memories were in that castle".
And so he began...
"There's a narrow path that opens up to a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on either side, it's windows sparkling in the starry sky, is a vast castle with many turrets and towers".
"The only way to get across is by boat, sitting in the water by the shore are a fleet of little boats that fit no more than four passengers".
"Once in the boats move all at once, gliding across the lake which is smooth as glass. Looking up at the great castle overhead, it towers over you as you sail nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stands on".
"Upon reaching the cliff you go through a curtain of ivy, and are carried along a dark tunnel which takes you right under the castle into an underground harbour. Then you must clamber up a large passageway in the rock, up a large flight of stone steps, and you arrive in front of a huge oak door.
"What happens next?" said Lorette interrupting the old wizard and almost knocking him off his own feet.
"Will you let me finish?" said Malikar as if almost angry at being interrupted.
"I'm sorry, it's just it sounds so amazing and real the way you describe it". " I apologize...go on" she said almost embarrassed knowing it was rude to interrupt an elder wizard when speaking.
"If there are no more interruptions", he eyed her carefully.
And he went on as if not interrupted at all...
"Upon entry, you walk into an entrance hall so big you could have fitted an entire house inside. The stone walls lit with torches like the ones used long ago in palaces. The ceiling is so high it is too difficult to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing you and leading to the upper floors. To the right through many passages you are led through double doors into the Great Hall".
"An exact explanation!"
"Lit by a thousand candles which floated in mid-air over four long tables. The tables are laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. If you look up you will notice the most magnificent of all the magical sky of a ceiling. Enchanted to look like the original sky outside".
"It is hard to believe there is a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't just simply open on to the heavens." He the went on about the ghosts and teachers until he lost track of the time.
Standing there, Malikar hadn't noticed how long he had actually been talking. He looked at the clock and nearly fell over with shock and gasped "Look at the time!" "Silly girl, see what you made me do, now I will never get this finished in time for"-
He was cut off by a sudden gust of wind as the door had swung open to reveal a wizards outline. Dark as it was, Lorette could make out the outline to be strong and cunning. He seemed to have brown hair and he then walked inside illuminated by light making it obvious who it was...
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Thank you for taking the time to read my fic and I would really appreciate some reviews so that I may improve on my writing. Please I would appreciate if you did not send any flames because it is my first time writing and I love you all for taking the time to write in. Please continue checking in as I am writing in more chapters to continue. Thank you very much!
1
The Wishing Pool
Lorette raised both arms to steady herself as she balanced upon the wizard's footstool. Tilting her head, she strained to hear the soft wish drifting down from the wishing pool above.
"Come off that footstool before you tumble over," grumbled old Melikar. As Melikar talked to Lorette, he hadn't noticed she wasn't paying attention to his words instead....
The wishing words were coming now. Another moment and- "Lorette!" The force of the wizard's shout knocked Lorette off the footstool and onto the cobblestone floor. She landed in a heap of petticoats, buffering her fall.
Melikar turned away and said "In my opinion you would have been better off with Dumbledore at Hogwarts", Lorette wrinkled her nose at him.
Then remembering Melikar was a wizard, and probably knew when a person was being disrespectful behind his back, she pretended to be struck by an urgent itch, giving her nose a vigorous rub.
Lorette loved Melikar dearly, but his awesome power commanded her greatest respect. If anyone else had insisted she hop off the footstool, she'd have ignored them, and caught the wafting wish before it melted into the dank air of the underground chamber.
But she'd promised herself, that she'd obey Melikar as long as she insisted on staying with him instead of being sent to a foster home. The reason for this was her parents had been killed in the battle against Voldemort.
"Tell me again about Hogwarts", she said encouragingly. "Tell me about the castle".
"Must we go through with this again?", asked Malikar annoyed. "I've told you once, I've told you twice, it doesn't change".
"Please old Malikar, just this once", she insisted and he couldn't resist looking into her magnificent periwinkle blue eyes. After some deep thoughts he gave in and said "Oh all right just thins once", "and then I can go continue with my work without any more of your disturbances?"
"I promise!"
"Well if you put it that way then alright", "I guess it couldn't hurt, after all my fondest memories were in that castle".
And so he began...
"There's a narrow path that opens up to a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on either side, it's windows sparkling in the starry sky, is a vast castle with many turrets and towers".
"The only way to get across is by boat, sitting in the water by the shore are a fleet of little boats that fit no more than four passengers".
"Once in the boats move all at once, gliding across the lake which is smooth as glass. Looking up at the great castle overhead, it towers over you as you sail nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stands on".
"Upon reaching the cliff you go through a curtain of ivy, and are carried along a dark tunnel which takes you right under the castle into an underground harbour. Then you must clamber up a large passageway in the rock, up a large flight of stone steps, and you arrive in front of a huge oak door.
"What happens next?" said Lorette interrupting the old wizard and almost knocking him off his own feet.
"Will you let me finish?" said Malikar as if almost angry at being interrupted.
"I'm sorry, it's just it sounds so amazing and real the way you describe it". " I apologize...go on" she said almost embarrassed knowing it was rude to interrupt an elder wizard when speaking.
"If there are no more interruptions", he eyed her carefully.
And he went on as if not interrupted at all...
"Upon entry, you walk into an entrance hall so big you could have fitted an entire house inside. The stone walls lit with torches like the ones used long ago in palaces. The ceiling is so high it is too difficult to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing you and leading to the upper floors. To the right through many passages you are led through double doors into the Great Hall".
"An exact explanation!"
"Lit by a thousand candles which floated in mid-air over four long tables. The tables are laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. If you look up you will notice the most magnificent of all the magical sky of a ceiling. Enchanted to look like the original sky outside".
"It is hard to believe there is a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't just simply open on to the heavens." He the went on about the ghosts and teachers until he lost track of the time.
Standing there, Malikar hadn't noticed how long he had actually been talking. He looked at the clock and nearly fell over with shock and gasped "Look at the time!" "Silly girl, see what you made me do, now I will never get this finished in time for"-
He was cut off by a sudden gust of wind as the door had swung open to reveal a wizards outline. Dark as it was, Lorette could make out the outline to be strong and cunning. He seemed to have brown hair and he then walked inside illuminated by light making it obvious who it was...
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Thank you for taking the time to read my fic and I would really appreciate some reviews so that I may improve on my writing. Please I would appreciate if you did not send any flames because it is my first time writing and I love you all for taking the time to write in. Please continue checking in as I am writing in more chapters to continue. Thank you very much!
