Hello people of the internet!

Welcome to something I have been thinking about for a longggggggggg time.

Hope you enjoy this!

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Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, sixth year Hogwarts student, captain of the Hogwarts Gryffindor House Quidditch team of 1996, stared in disbelief at Hermione Granger, bookworm, genius, Prefect, friend of the boy who lived. (spot the problem in their titles)

"Hermione..."

"Yes, Harry?"

"You found a way to counteract the Killing Curse..."

"Yep."

"...by finding what language it originated from, and finding its opposite."

"Yup. Honestly, Harry, I have no idea why you're making such a big fuss over this."

Harry leveled up his disbelieving stare at the brightly smiling witch sitting across the library table. He opened his mouth, and closed it again. And again. And again.

Finally, Harry gathered enough common sense and that courage that his house is supposedly renown for but has been suspiciously absent in most of its members to ask the clearly insane witch, "How?"

The scion of the Potter family immediately realized his mistake as his most loyal best friend started on a long tangent on the definition and origins of the word how. "No, I meant as in, as do you do these kind of things on a regular basis?"

Hermione cocked her head to the side, and fired. A book vandalising Hufflepuff 5 metres away received 80 shotgun rounds to the head. Lucky for him, they were made of foam. Hermione then turned back to Harry after glaring at the rattled child for a few seconds. "Huh?"

The long suffering bane of Snape sighed. "Last year, you made a elaborate scheme involving a hoax about Crumpled Horn Horkacks to get Luna out of your hair, and ended up actually finding them."

Hermione protested, "It was an accident!" Harry sighed again. "Six months ago, you made a improved version of my cloak in the shape of a ring that was indestructible. Which is amazing to be honest..."

At this, Hermione gave a small bow. "But then, you ruined it by making it destructible by lava and slammed a solid Imperious curse on it! Just to satisfy this fan thing of yours!"

Hermione just shrugged at that. "In my defence, Lord of the Rings is a very good book."

Harry put up a hand. "And I'm not done yet. Just yesterday, you discovered the universal cure for cancer, then burnt the notes and formula just because you wanted to redo the 'only challenging thing you've found' in your life!"

The bushy haired PHD rubbed the back of her head in sheepishness. "In retrospect, that was a horrible decision."

Harry just sighed again. "I swear, Hermione. I don't care if you discover a very well hidden magical species, I don't care if you ruin an artifact good enough to triumph Death's own cloak, how did you find out my family heirloom was once the Grim Reaper's own fucking jacket thing, I don't know, and I don't care if you let millions die for your own selfish pleasure, but you will. Not. Ruin. This. This spell you just found could revive and help so many innocent people. Don't mess it up. "

Hermione simply looked puzzled. "Are you saying all people with cancer are corrupted?"

As Harry spluttered out a response, she continued, "Besides, I can't mess it up anymore than it is already messed up, if that makes sense."

Harry stopped apologising and debating with himself. "Wait what."

Hermione sighed. "I've calculated the odds of someone out of all the magical beings in history discovering this spell before me. There's no way nobody discovered this spell before me. As such, I investigated mostly all possible reason of why this spell is so obscure."

She then took a deep breathe. "Firstly, it might be because Avada Kedavra..." A beam of bright green death flew out of Hermione's concealed wand and hit a fly from Secret Service. "Whoops. Anyway, it might be because that spell wasn't so widespread back in those days. It might also be because the spell also does something else. Merlin knows this isn't the first time a spell did more than two contradicting things. But the most probable reason is a special factor involved in its successful casting."

"Just like how the Killing Curse requires hatred to be cashed, or how the Patronus Charm requires positive emotions, this spell requires the opposite of hatred. " The very clever spell developer paused for dramatic effect. "Love."

"STOP! " And so she did. "Let me get this straight. This spell of yours is requires LOVE to work?!"

"No, just love." Upon looking at her oldest-ish friend's puzzled expression, she sighed. "Never mind, wrong universe."

Harry, then, seemed to get an epiphany. "So... love, huh? Shouldn't be that bad, on second thoughts. Just need to grab Ginny, and... "

Hermione, then, cleared her throat very, very loudly and with a slight blush on her face. "No, Harry, love, not lust."

Harry then seemed to deflate. "Oh." The hormonal teenager them seemed to regain his anger. "Well, then, I still think this is bullshit!"

The 16 year old Harvard gradate then sighed. Again. For the who knows how many time. (except for you dedicated people who actually decided to count) "Honestly, Harry, I have no idea why you're expressing so much disbelief over this. I mean, you took much more bullshit than this before, like the fickle-mindedness of the wizarding world that, for some reason, cannot understand that they should be appreciating you and your mother's contribution to their society."

"It's because," Harry Not-Styles said with a huff, "the bloody incantation is Abra Kedabra."

The bushy haired very disbelieving witchy-poo gave a deader-than-dead pan stare at the Boy-Who-Was-About-To-Be-Throttled. "Seriously?"

Her reply was another huff.

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Ron Weasley skulked around the one place he swore to never go unless there was a threat to his way of living.

He figured that a imminent war counted as a threat to his lifestyle, and plus, he was curious about something that he was never curious about before.

His family.

You see, the Weasleys were a close knit bunch, and they generally knew everyone in their own generation, and could trace their complete family line to the start of Britain.

So, Ron, or any Weasley actually, had no real reason to question their relatives or whatever thing related to family.

But, one fine day, while not eating, little Won-Won thought about something.

His brothers were incredibly talented in their studies(in wizard standards).

His non-wizarding relative was an accountant. Something that requires much thinking skill.

He was good at chess.

So, little Ron, at the tender age of 7, immediately came to the conclusion: one of his ancestors was an author of a highly successful book about... something. Tiny Ron then resolved to find that book. One day. Just you wait. But first, food.

Now, at the not so tender age of 16, Ron finally remembered about this, and decided: why the hell not.

And so he did.

Now, inside the aisles of the Hogwarts School Library, Ron looked about, trying to figure out the Dewey Decimal System.

While wandering between the monstrous tomes, he walked straight into a shelf. "OOF!"

A book lodged free by the bump conveniently fell onto Ron's head and onto the ground.

While rubbing his head, he brought back his leg to kick the book.

Then he read it's title.

Fuinjitsu

By Tsubaki Weasley Nee Uzumaki

"Jackpot!" Ron picked it up.

"Today," He thought as he checked the book out, "is a day of great importance."

He didn't know why he thought so. He just knew it was.

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Yay, new story!

The idea for this story came into life when I heard how Avada Kedavra was the opposite of Abra Kadabra in some language that is of great mystical importance.

I believe this is the first time anyone made a story around it.

Correct me if I'm wrong, and kindly send the name of the other story/stories, I would dearly like to read it/them.

Till next time!

~Thick Soup