I know I am completely crazy, but, well, imagine, a lonely girl sitting in
her room, her computer miles away. What can she do? Make up new stories.
This is one of them. What do you think?
Well, I decided to change the story a little. I finally got used to OotP and I think the time is more suitable. And I promise the story will move on. The plot will be more less the same.
SUMMARY: This is a story of two women, who play important role in the Order. One of them, an archaeologist called Pola Praise meets a nice werewolf who changes her life. Second, Jill Coleman, DADA specialist met ages ago a nice guy and after 12 or so years they rejoin. Inside will be more about the Order, how it works, methods of fight and so on. And also about our favorite heroes! Enjoy, and review any time you wish.
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One: MOVING IN
Morning welcomed them with a beautiful sunrise and fresh air. All the team left for the site as soon as they had finished their breakfast.
An ancient Celtic stone temple in the middle if France: the most exciting dream of archaeologists. The excavations were going on fine, the results and excavated artifacts, temple, everything was extraordinary. It was going to be a sensation in the small archeological world.
A short, dark-haired, middle-aged man was giving orders, hiding his eyes from the sun with his hands. The workers were slowly digging; he was controlling their work, checking if the documentary section do their work properly. He was waiting for the past to reveal.
'Trowels up. The boss is coming' he turned around and saw his friend. A slender, brown-haired woman. She was wearing casual, khaki clothes and holding some equipment, but still, in her glasses and intelligent gaze she looked distinctive. That's why everyone felt respect.
'Morning, doc!' the man spoke, laughing. 'Nice to see you. Got the hex- reader??'
'Shut up or I'll hex you, Geran. And stop calling me like that. It's not my fault.'
'You wrote the best PhD thesis ever. OK. Here're the plans.'
She looked at them carefully, then walked around the site, checking every single part of it. She had to control them, she had to know. She loved looking how slowly the temple showed itself to them. Step by step. She saw the place where the altar, magically protected place, should have been. Yes.
She put out the hex-reader. A small golden orb with a rectangular screen.
'OK, guys, stand back. We're ready. Geran' she opened the orb and passed him a smaller one hidden inside. He placed it on the altar. Dr. Praise lay the golden one on a small table and pointed it with her wand (it seemed too long for her small arms, but she used it with grace).
'Revaelo!' she shouted and the workers watched her amazed. A stream of blue light came from the bigger orb and hit the small one. Then Dr. Praise looked at the screen, muttered a spell and a quill and a piece of parchment appeared in her hands. She wrote down the hexes that appeared on the screen. Probably their nature astonished her, because she raised her eyebrows. Then she quickly put the parchment into her pocket.
'Is that a golden ring. Lying around, completely forgotten?' she asked pointing a piece of metal nearby the walls. People had to forget about her being stunned. 'Geran, documentation and description, please, immediately on my desk. Imprecise work is to be punished.'
'Yes, doc. Of course, doc!'
Praise laughed.
'Watch your language, dear, or you'll be unemployed.'
'I won't. You can't live without me!'
'Yeah, right, let's beg', she sneered. 'Let's go back to work! Wow, we're so close!'
Geran and Praise were examining the plans of the site, asking scientific questions, looking for answers. The didn't realize that Alicia Anderman approached them. Alicia was a secretary of the expedition and thanks to her they could dig and eat. Geran Rotiart was the digging expert and Pola Praise was the brain.
'Pola' she cleared her throat. 'dr. Praise, you have a visitor.'
Pola yawned and gazed at Alicia lazily.
'I do not meet any visitors before noon, you know.'
'I think you should go', Alicia answered, even more seriously than usual.
Pola sighed and left for the old, red brick house that was their headquarters. She opened the dark, heavy door and entered the living room.
Then she saw him and was really stunned by the view of a tall, old man with long white beard and half-moon spectacles.
'Albus Dumbledore.' she whispered.
'Nice to see you Pola.'
'It's been ages, professor.'she said as they sat down on the couch, cups of tea in their hands.
'Thirteen years, Pola, since the order was closed by the Ministry. Oh, and don't call me professor, I've never taught you. Or maybe I should call you a doctor?' she smiled slightly and he continued. 'you haven't been to England since that, have you Pola?'
She smiled again, he knew everything. But all she wanted to know was his real purpose. No more games, sir.
'Ok, I know I can't play with you, too intelligent, aren't you.'
Pola laughed shortly but her eyes giggled longer. She was amused. But what.?
'Well. Last year one of Voldemort's old supporters left to find him and I have serious suppositions that he will rise again, more powerful. And a very sad fact is that I can't really trust the Ministry. Anyway, I am not calling the order back, not yet, but I'm thinking of it. I want us to be prepared. And, I need your help. We need to do the theoretic background, methods, techniques, use of ancient defense. All things you can get from ancient sources: written, archaeological, whatever. We don't have much time, I think, at Hogwart's there's the Tri-wizard tourmanemt and I can't concentrate on the old Voldemort's supprters, even thought I would really love to. I need people to work with me.'
He stopped and praise considered his words. Then she gazed at him and slowly spoke.
'Within these 12 years I found myself new home, new passion. I had to grow it and it wasn't easy. I had to forget things I loved and learn to love other. Why do you come no and ask me to throw away a half of my mature life? I.'
'I don't want you to abandon your new love. I would like you to use it as well. And, dear, don't tell me you forgot the researches of ancient. I've read every single piece of work you'd written. Everywhere was a part dedicated to DADA sources. Well, Pola?'
She glanced through the window. She could see the workers digging, Geran shouting with laughter, site with its marvelous treasures and secrets. Oh, she wanted so badly to continue the work here. She waited so many years to be allowed to dig this temple. It was her child: she found in the sources, localized it after flying here and there for months. And now she was asked, or even ordered to leave it.
She had already made the decision, and not the decision was hurting her but the ease with which she did it. Sad, but true.
She could finally leave for England and improve her knowledge about ancient defense, read all the papers, visit forgotten or secured temples.
'We could tell that I got emergency work in England.'
Dumbledore smiled.
'I also thought about it. Some excavations on Celtic site needs your consultations. I've already written that.'
'Thanks.'
'your real job will be to gather every information connected with DADA, use of the arts, possible defenses. You can search everywhere, I'll give you a written permission that you're collecting information about sites or something.'
'will I work alone?'
'You'd love to, ha? You know that researching needs sensitive attitude, but I am thinking of stuff to join you.'
'And, Professor, what about the practical use of DADA, tactics, realization? I've never been an Auror and.'
'Don't worry. I'll find experts in that field too. But your job is now more urgent. We won't go any further without it. And we both know I can't do this.'
Pola sighed.
'Where will I live? Cause I guess I start right now.'
'I'll contact you with an estate agent, I especially recommend one area, he'll show you. Welcome back.'
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Remus Lupin was walking up the hill on a sunny Friday morning. Of course he could apparate somewhere nearer the village, but he enjoyed a small stroll across the green, May hills, filled with flowers. It was the new moon part of the month and he felt wonderful. That were the best days for the werewolves - he happened to be one.
But now he didn't complain about it. He heard birds singing, he could feel blows of wind with the scent of springwoods and fields. And the sun, shining so perfectly on the blue sky.
He was happy. Another hour of walk without people's disturbance.
He saw red roof of an old stone cottage house of Bruckmans. It was a beautiful stylish mansion of a Muggle family that left it ages ago. Nobody bought it but, somehow, it managed, amazingly indeed, not to turn to ruin.
An old park surrounded the house. Lupin always sighed at that view. House of his dreams, too expensive to afford. But today he didn't sigh because he saw a huge Move truck and few people carrying furniture in. Somebody had bought the house.
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'Stop using magic' Pola Praise pointed at Lupin's distant figure. 'A Muggle is coming.'
'Dear Ms. Praise, we'll get seriously sick, we can't carry so much weight.'
'Change the business, if you can't. We shouldn't risk. Go on.' Answered Praise but laughed. The Clachton Brothers were doing very well and her sudden move was about to be finished. She turned from the men and watched the man walking towards them. He was tall, thin and walked fast up the hill. He had light brown hair, few grey wisps didn't disturb it at all, only added a sensitive outlook. Sexy outlook. Pola felt weird when realized that she didn't mind his old, casual clothes. Maybe because of his deep, slightly brown eyes that she saw when he approached.
'Hello', said Remus. Nice girl, he thought, nice neighbor. Shoulder length, brown curly hair, glasses in dark frames. She looked distinctive and could be wearing queen robes or some ministerial but was dressed in green shorts and white (expensive.) T-shirt. And they suited her. 'Moving in.'
'Yeah, I guess.' She answered slowly, considering the man and her answers. He was speaking with the fucking English accent. She hated it. Few moments passed and she used it too. She hated it. 'do you live here?'
'oh, yes, and you're.'
'Moving in', she laughed and he listened amazed how clear her laughter was. 'Hi, I'm Pola Praise.'
'Remus Lupin' he answered and shook her hand.
'Nice to meet you, Remus, I don't know many people here. BTW, nice, mythical name, your parents must have been literate.'
'rather show-offs, I dare say. Why, interested in the ancient history?'
'Yeah, I'm an archaeologist in fact.'
'An interesting job, isn't it, but not very popular.'
'I have a different opinion, while most of my friends are archaeologists. In some societies it's natural.'
Pola laughed slightly and then carefully gazed at Remus, somehow he thought it was also natural. Why?
'We've finished, Ma'am. And we're leaving' said one of the Clachtons.
'And who will do the cleaning up?' Pola laughed and waved her hand as they were driving away.
'I'll go now, you'll have to do the cleaning.'
'Oh, men, how typical, running away when there's work to do. I hope I'll see you round.'
'Of course' he said, he really wanted that. This little Muggle girl was calming him down in a strange way. Wonderful. 'I live down by the river. Bye, Pola.'
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Well, reviews, please, please, please.
Well, I decided to change the story a little. I finally got used to OotP and I think the time is more suitable. And I promise the story will move on. The plot will be more less the same.
SUMMARY: This is a story of two women, who play important role in the Order. One of them, an archaeologist called Pola Praise meets a nice werewolf who changes her life. Second, Jill Coleman, DADA specialist met ages ago a nice guy and after 12 or so years they rejoin. Inside will be more about the Order, how it works, methods of fight and so on. And also about our favorite heroes! Enjoy, and review any time you wish.
** ** ** ** ** ** **
One: MOVING IN
Morning welcomed them with a beautiful sunrise and fresh air. All the team left for the site as soon as they had finished their breakfast.
An ancient Celtic stone temple in the middle if France: the most exciting dream of archaeologists. The excavations were going on fine, the results and excavated artifacts, temple, everything was extraordinary. It was going to be a sensation in the small archeological world.
A short, dark-haired, middle-aged man was giving orders, hiding his eyes from the sun with his hands. The workers were slowly digging; he was controlling their work, checking if the documentary section do their work properly. He was waiting for the past to reveal.
'Trowels up. The boss is coming' he turned around and saw his friend. A slender, brown-haired woman. She was wearing casual, khaki clothes and holding some equipment, but still, in her glasses and intelligent gaze she looked distinctive. That's why everyone felt respect.
'Morning, doc!' the man spoke, laughing. 'Nice to see you. Got the hex- reader??'
'Shut up or I'll hex you, Geran. And stop calling me like that. It's not my fault.'
'You wrote the best PhD thesis ever. OK. Here're the plans.'
She looked at them carefully, then walked around the site, checking every single part of it. She had to control them, she had to know. She loved looking how slowly the temple showed itself to them. Step by step. She saw the place where the altar, magically protected place, should have been. Yes.
She put out the hex-reader. A small golden orb with a rectangular screen.
'OK, guys, stand back. We're ready. Geran' she opened the orb and passed him a smaller one hidden inside. He placed it on the altar. Dr. Praise lay the golden one on a small table and pointed it with her wand (it seemed too long for her small arms, but she used it with grace).
'Revaelo!' she shouted and the workers watched her amazed. A stream of blue light came from the bigger orb and hit the small one. Then Dr. Praise looked at the screen, muttered a spell and a quill and a piece of parchment appeared in her hands. She wrote down the hexes that appeared on the screen. Probably their nature astonished her, because she raised her eyebrows. Then she quickly put the parchment into her pocket.
'Is that a golden ring. Lying around, completely forgotten?' she asked pointing a piece of metal nearby the walls. People had to forget about her being stunned. 'Geran, documentation and description, please, immediately on my desk. Imprecise work is to be punished.'
'Yes, doc. Of course, doc!'
Praise laughed.
'Watch your language, dear, or you'll be unemployed.'
'I won't. You can't live without me!'
'Yeah, right, let's beg', she sneered. 'Let's go back to work! Wow, we're so close!'
Geran and Praise were examining the plans of the site, asking scientific questions, looking for answers. The didn't realize that Alicia Anderman approached them. Alicia was a secretary of the expedition and thanks to her they could dig and eat. Geran Rotiart was the digging expert and Pola Praise was the brain.
'Pola' she cleared her throat. 'dr. Praise, you have a visitor.'
Pola yawned and gazed at Alicia lazily.
'I do not meet any visitors before noon, you know.'
'I think you should go', Alicia answered, even more seriously than usual.
Pola sighed and left for the old, red brick house that was their headquarters. She opened the dark, heavy door and entered the living room.
Then she saw him and was really stunned by the view of a tall, old man with long white beard and half-moon spectacles.
'Albus Dumbledore.' she whispered.
'Nice to see you Pola.'
'It's been ages, professor.'she said as they sat down on the couch, cups of tea in their hands.
'Thirteen years, Pola, since the order was closed by the Ministry. Oh, and don't call me professor, I've never taught you. Or maybe I should call you a doctor?' she smiled slightly and he continued. 'you haven't been to England since that, have you Pola?'
She smiled again, he knew everything. But all she wanted to know was his real purpose. No more games, sir.
'Ok, I know I can't play with you, too intelligent, aren't you.'
Pola laughed shortly but her eyes giggled longer. She was amused. But what.?
'Well. Last year one of Voldemort's old supporters left to find him and I have serious suppositions that he will rise again, more powerful. And a very sad fact is that I can't really trust the Ministry. Anyway, I am not calling the order back, not yet, but I'm thinking of it. I want us to be prepared. And, I need your help. We need to do the theoretic background, methods, techniques, use of ancient defense. All things you can get from ancient sources: written, archaeological, whatever. We don't have much time, I think, at Hogwart's there's the Tri-wizard tourmanemt and I can't concentrate on the old Voldemort's supprters, even thought I would really love to. I need people to work with me.'
He stopped and praise considered his words. Then she gazed at him and slowly spoke.
'Within these 12 years I found myself new home, new passion. I had to grow it and it wasn't easy. I had to forget things I loved and learn to love other. Why do you come no and ask me to throw away a half of my mature life? I.'
'I don't want you to abandon your new love. I would like you to use it as well. And, dear, don't tell me you forgot the researches of ancient. I've read every single piece of work you'd written. Everywhere was a part dedicated to DADA sources. Well, Pola?'
She glanced through the window. She could see the workers digging, Geran shouting with laughter, site with its marvelous treasures and secrets. Oh, she wanted so badly to continue the work here. She waited so many years to be allowed to dig this temple. It was her child: she found in the sources, localized it after flying here and there for months. And now she was asked, or even ordered to leave it.
She had already made the decision, and not the decision was hurting her but the ease with which she did it. Sad, but true.
She could finally leave for England and improve her knowledge about ancient defense, read all the papers, visit forgotten or secured temples.
'We could tell that I got emergency work in England.'
Dumbledore smiled.
'I also thought about it. Some excavations on Celtic site needs your consultations. I've already written that.'
'Thanks.'
'your real job will be to gather every information connected with DADA, use of the arts, possible defenses. You can search everywhere, I'll give you a written permission that you're collecting information about sites or something.'
'will I work alone?'
'You'd love to, ha? You know that researching needs sensitive attitude, but I am thinking of stuff to join you.'
'And, Professor, what about the practical use of DADA, tactics, realization? I've never been an Auror and.'
'Don't worry. I'll find experts in that field too. But your job is now more urgent. We won't go any further without it. And we both know I can't do this.'
Pola sighed.
'Where will I live? Cause I guess I start right now.'
'I'll contact you with an estate agent, I especially recommend one area, he'll show you. Welcome back.'
*** *** *** *** *** ***
Remus Lupin was walking up the hill on a sunny Friday morning. Of course he could apparate somewhere nearer the village, but he enjoyed a small stroll across the green, May hills, filled with flowers. It was the new moon part of the month and he felt wonderful. That were the best days for the werewolves - he happened to be one.
But now he didn't complain about it. He heard birds singing, he could feel blows of wind with the scent of springwoods and fields. And the sun, shining so perfectly on the blue sky.
He was happy. Another hour of walk without people's disturbance.
He saw red roof of an old stone cottage house of Bruckmans. It was a beautiful stylish mansion of a Muggle family that left it ages ago. Nobody bought it but, somehow, it managed, amazingly indeed, not to turn to ruin.
An old park surrounded the house. Lupin always sighed at that view. House of his dreams, too expensive to afford. But today he didn't sigh because he saw a huge Move truck and few people carrying furniture in. Somebody had bought the house.
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'Stop using magic' Pola Praise pointed at Lupin's distant figure. 'A Muggle is coming.'
'Dear Ms. Praise, we'll get seriously sick, we can't carry so much weight.'
'Change the business, if you can't. We shouldn't risk. Go on.' Answered Praise but laughed. The Clachton Brothers were doing very well and her sudden move was about to be finished. She turned from the men and watched the man walking towards them. He was tall, thin and walked fast up the hill. He had light brown hair, few grey wisps didn't disturb it at all, only added a sensitive outlook. Sexy outlook. Pola felt weird when realized that she didn't mind his old, casual clothes. Maybe because of his deep, slightly brown eyes that she saw when he approached.
'Hello', said Remus. Nice girl, he thought, nice neighbor. Shoulder length, brown curly hair, glasses in dark frames. She looked distinctive and could be wearing queen robes or some ministerial but was dressed in green shorts and white (expensive.) T-shirt. And they suited her. 'Moving in.'
'Yeah, I guess.' She answered slowly, considering the man and her answers. He was speaking with the fucking English accent. She hated it. Few moments passed and she used it too. She hated it. 'do you live here?'
'oh, yes, and you're.'
'Moving in', she laughed and he listened amazed how clear her laughter was. 'Hi, I'm Pola Praise.'
'Remus Lupin' he answered and shook her hand.
'Nice to meet you, Remus, I don't know many people here. BTW, nice, mythical name, your parents must have been literate.'
'rather show-offs, I dare say. Why, interested in the ancient history?'
'Yeah, I'm an archaeologist in fact.'
'An interesting job, isn't it, but not very popular.'
'I have a different opinion, while most of my friends are archaeologists. In some societies it's natural.'
Pola laughed slightly and then carefully gazed at Remus, somehow he thought it was also natural. Why?
'We've finished, Ma'am. And we're leaving' said one of the Clachtons.
'And who will do the cleaning up?' Pola laughed and waved her hand as they were driving away.
'I'll go now, you'll have to do the cleaning.'
'Oh, men, how typical, running away when there's work to do. I hope I'll see you round.'
'Of course' he said, he really wanted that. This little Muggle girl was calming him down in a strange way. Wonderful. 'I live down by the river. Bye, Pola.'
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Well, reviews, please, please, please.