This is my second fic as The Object of Fred and George's Affection. I hope you like it!
Yes, at the end I will reveal my alter ego....
no one guessed who I was!
This is a Harry/Herm, but it's not really a romance fic. There will be more parts, I promise (I dunno if that's a good thing or a bad thing....)
what eva, here goes....
Gwynedd's Den (It's Gaelic, or old Irish, pronouced Gwyneth,)
Harry had an Idea. He had been examining the Marauder's map carefully, and he found a secret room. On the map, it was labeled:
Gwynedd's Den
It turned out, it was not far from the Gryffindor Tower, The entrance hidden, ten feet down the hall way from the fat lady.
Slipping on the invisibility cloak, he made his way down the frigid hallway. He stopped in front of a painting of the staff years ago. On the map, the tiny speech bubble read:
'Cailleach Bheur'
Harry uttered the words, but nothing happened. After several unsuccesful tries, he returned reluctantly to the common room.
Checking his watch, he realized it was now after three in the morning. He thought for a moment and then crept into the girl's dormitory.
"Hermione?" he wisphered, gently shaking her.
"Harry what do you want?" she asked sleepily.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the dormitory.
"Look at this." he said, showing her the tiny den.
Her eyes lit up. "Wow! Let's check it out!"
"I already have! But I can't open it. The spell is in another language. I thought maybe you could."
The two crept silently down the corridor, careful to stay hidden underneath the magical cloak.
hermione studied the words for a moment. "It's Gaelic. I think it's pronouced ky-yuck-vair."
The painting swung open, but in front of them was not a room, but a sort of shimmering wall. It looked as though it were made of liquid.
"What the hell?"
"It's a soul searcher." aswered Hermione. "It can be used in different ways, but I think this one is used to make sure those who enter are pure of heart and not evil. Or something similar. Go ahead, just walk through it."
"You go first."
Hermione stepped through the liquid wall. She felt a strange dissolving sensation, and then she was standing a beautiful room. The wall were deep cobalt blue, with silver wall hangings. There were shelves upon shelves of books, and many comfortable chairs and couches. On the far wall was a magnificent marble fireplace. The room was decorated with several wall hangings, statues, and paintings and small knick-knacks, such as jewlery wre placed around the room.
Harry appeared behind her as she lit a fire in the fireplace.
On this side, the soulsearcher appeared not to be there. It simply looked like a door.
"Wow!" he exclained in amazement. "This place is beautiful!"
"Yeah." She walked to the book shelf. "Harry! All there books are written in Gaelic! And all the statues and rugs and wall hangings, they're all celtic!"
"That's wierd."
"Did you know our modern magic is based on Celtic magic?"
"No. But Herm, I don't think it's time to go through all these books! It's four in the morning!"
"Come on Harry!" She started pulling books of the shelf.
Finally, they sat domn to gether.
Harry opened one of the books, and began to read.
"Cyhiraeth, the celtic goddess of streams. She later entered fdolklore as a spectre haunting woodland streams. hewr shriek was said to foretell death. Isn't that like a banshee, Hermione?"
But she was just standing there staring at him.
"What?"
"Harry, I thought you didn't know any gaelic."
"I don't."
"All these books are written in gaelic, some of them even in the ancient celtic languages. Like the one you jusy read!"
Harry looked down on the book. "Whoah, that's wierd. This room is really starting to creep me out!"
"So that's one more thing added to your list of wierd skills. Speaks gaelic and old celtic dialects."
"Hey, you're making me sound like some kind of wierdo!"
"You are a wierdo. Now come on, read me some more."
"Here's another thing that's realted to our magic. Cu Roi. A sorcerer from Irish myth, who was able to transform himself into various guises. Like an animagus, sort of."
Hermione laughed. "Except animagi can only turn into one thing."
Harry continued to read, as Hermione listen, leaning back into his chest.
"Rosmerta. Gaulish goddess of fire, warmth and and abundance. A flower queen and hater of marriage, was also queen of death. Man, wouldn't want to get on her bad side."
Hermione looked up at him and smiled.
"Wait, here's a good one." he said, laughing. "Aeval. Among the Celts of Ireland, she was the Fairy Queen of Munster. She held a midnight court to determine if husbands were satisfying their wives' sexual needs, or not, as the woman charged."
"There must be a long line up for her court room." giggled Hermione.
"This is interesting. Lia Fail. Known as the stone of Destiny. It is often mentioned in medievil Irish Romance. It was put under the chair of St. Edward. It was once stolen, but was retaken in 1954. It once belonged to the scottish kings."
"Is there a picture of it?" Hermione asked curiously.
"No, why?"
"No reason. Anything else interesting?"
"Yeah. It talk about Tir-na n-Og. Land of the Young, also called Mag Mell. It's a paradise where the dead live. It's described as a adyllic island or as a wonderful place at the bottom of the ocean."
The two sat ther for a moment, contemplating the undersea paradise, until a ghostly celtic tune began to play. They looked around, bewildered for a moment, and them Hermione jumped up and said,
"Harry, let's dance!"
"No Herm, I don't-"
"Come on!" She grabbed his arm and they twirled around the room.
They examined the tapestries and wall hangings as they danced. They all depicted a different goddess, with their names at the bottom.
There was Aibell, an irish fairy goddess, Aimedd, a sun-goddess, Ancamma, a water-goddess, Arnemetia, another water-goddess, Badb, goddess of war, Cliodhna, goddess of beauty and Caillealch Beara, who turned to stone every April 30, and was reborn on Halloween.
Finally, the haunting music faded away, and they flopped back down on the couch.
Hermione lay down on Harry's stomach, looking into his eyes. "Harry, this is really wierd. I mean ,this room, I wonder if any of the other teachers know about it. And why is it here?"
"I don't know. But I have a feeling we didn't find it by accident. I mean, like I said it's creepy. I know a whole bunch of gaelic, and that music and-"
Hermione turned around and looked him straigh in the eye. They were inches away from each other. They stayed still for a moment, then their lips met. When their lips finally parted, Harry finished his sentence.
....and we just kissed." They were both in shock, not knowing what to do.
"Herm, waht just happened?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"I don't know..."
"but, what will happen..."
"Well figure it out. We always do."
They smiled at each other. Harry kissed her forehead and wrapped his arms around her.
"Goodnight Hermi."
"Goodnight."
They fell asleep there, in Gwynedd's Den.
The end.
Yes, there will be more. I'm irish, and I had a hunch to do something with celtic mythology. I got all the info from Encyclopedia Mythica, and a book called The Hidden World By Alison Baird. It's a great fantasy book, I urge you to read it!
Well none of you guys figured out who I am, so I'm gonna hafta tell ya!
water_nymph!
I have a whole buch of stories under water_nymph, check 'em out!
Yes, I'll have more Full of Grace and Reluctance up soon!
Review
pleeeeeeez!
e-mail-me @
water_nymph@swimmail.com
~Danie
Yes, at the end I will reveal my alter ego....
no one guessed who I was!
This is a Harry/Herm, but it's not really a romance fic. There will be more parts, I promise (I dunno if that's a good thing or a bad thing....)
what eva, here goes....
Gwynedd's Den (It's Gaelic, or old Irish, pronouced Gwyneth,)
Harry had an Idea. He had been examining the Marauder's map carefully, and he found a secret room. On the map, it was labeled:
Gwynedd's Den
It turned out, it was not far from the Gryffindor Tower, The entrance hidden, ten feet down the hall way from the fat lady.
Slipping on the invisibility cloak, he made his way down the frigid hallway. He stopped in front of a painting of the staff years ago. On the map, the tiny speech bubble read:
'Cailleach Bheur'
Harry uttered the words, but nothing happened. After several unsuccesful tries, he returned reluctantly to the common room.
Checking his watch, he realized it was now after three in the morning. He thought for a moment and then crept into the girl's dormitory.
"Hermione?" he wisphered, gently shaking her.
"Harry what do you want?" she asked sleepily.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the dormitory.
"Look at this." he said, showing her the tiny den.
Her eyes lit up. "Wow! Let's check it out!"
"I already have! But I can't open it. The spell is in another language. I thought maybe you could."
The two crept silently down the corridor, careful to stay hidden underneath the magical cloak.
hermione studied the words for a moment. "It's Gaelic. I think it's pronouced ky-yuck-vair."
The painting swung open, but in front of them was not a room, but a sort of shimmering wall. It looked as though it were made of liquid.
"What the hell?"
"It's a soul searcher." aswered Hermione. "It can be used in different ways, but I think this one is used to make sure those who enter are pure of heart and not evil. Or something similar. Go ahead, just walk through it."
"You go first."
Hermione stepped through the liquid wall. She felt a strange dissolving sensation, and then she was standing a beautiful room. The wall were deep cobalt blue, with silver wall hangings. There were shelves upon shelves of books, and many comfortable chairs and couches. On the far wall was a magnificent marble fireplace. The room was decorated with several wall hangings, statues, and paintings and small knick-knacks, such as jewlery wre placed around the room.
Harry appeared behind her as she lit a fire in the fireplace.
On this side, the soulsearcher appeared not to be there. It simply looked like a door.
"Wow!" he exclained in amazement. "This place is beautiful!"
"Yeah." She walked to the book shelf. "Harry! All there books are written in Gaelic! And all the statues and rugs and wall hangings, they're all celtic!"
"That's wierd."
"Did you know our modern magic is based on Celtic magic?"
"No. But Herm, I don't think it's time to go through all these books! It's four in the morning!"
"Come on Harry!" She started pulling books of the shelf.
Finally, they sat domn to gether.
Harry opened one of the books, and began to read.
"Cyhiraeth, the celtic goddess of streams. She later entered fdolklore as a spectre haunting woodland streams. hewr shriek was said to foretell death. Isn't that like a banshee, Hermione?"
But she was just standing there staring at him.
"What?"
"Harry, I thought you didn't know any gaelic."
"I don't."
"All these books are written in gaelic, some of them even in the ancient celtic languages. Like the one you jusy read!"
Harry looked down on the book. "Whoah, that's wierd. This room is really starting to creep me out!"
"So that's one more thing added to your list of wierd skills. Speaks gaelic and old celtic dialects."
"Hey, you're making me sound like some kind of wierdo!"
"You are a wierdo. Now come on, read me some more."
"Here's another thing that's realted to our magic. Cu Roi. A sorcerer from Irish myth, who was able to transform himself into various guises. Like an animagus, sort of."
Hermione laughed. "Except animagi can only turn into one thing."
Harry continued to read, as Hermione listen, leaning back into his chest.
"Rosmerta. Gaulish goddess of fire, warmth and and abundance. A flower queen and hater of marriage, was also queen of death. Man, wouldn't want to get on her bad side."
Hermione looked up at him and smiled.
"Wait, here's a good one." he said, laughing. "Aeval. Among the Celts of Ireland, she was the Fairy Queen of Munster. She held a midnight court to determine if husbands were satisfying their wives' sexual needs, or not, as the woman charged."
"There must be a long line up for her court room." giggled Hermione.
"This is interesting. Lia Fail. Known as the stone of Destiny. It is often mentioned in medievil Irish Romance. It was put under the chair of St. Edward. It was once stolen, but was retaken in 1954. It once belonged to the scottish kings."
"Is there a picture of it?" Hermione asked curiously.
"No, why?"
"No reason. Anything else interesting?"
"Yeah. It talk about Tir-na n-Og. Land of the Young, also called Mag Mell. It's a paradise where the dead live. It's described as a adyllic island or as a wonderful place at the bottom of the ocean."
The two sat ther for a moment, contemplating the undersea paradise, until a ghostly celtic tune began to play. They looked around, bewildered for a moment, and them Hermione jumped up and said,
"Harry, let's dance!"
"No Herm, I don't-"
"Come on!" She grabbed his arm and they twirled around the room.
They examined the tapestries and wall hangings as they danced. They all depicted a different goddess, with their names at the bottom.
There was Aibell, an irish fairy goddess, Aimedd, a sun-goddess, Ancamma, a water-goddess, Arnemetia, another water-goddess, Badb, goddess of war, Cliodhna, goddess of beauty and Caillealch Beara, who turned to stone every April 30, and was reborn on Halloween.
Finally, the haunting music faded away, and they flopped back down on the couch.
Hermione lay down on Harry's stomach, looking into his eyes. "Harry, this is really wierd. I mean ,this room, I wonder if any of the other teachers know about it. And why is it here?"
"I don't know. But I have a feeling we didn't find it by accident. I mean, like I said it's creepy. I know a whole bunch of gaelic, and that music and-"
Hermione turned around and looked him straigh in the eye. They were inches away from each other. They stayed still for a moment, then their lips met. When their lips finally parted, Harry finished his sentence.
....and we just kissed." They were both in shock, not knowing what to do.
"Herm, waht just happened?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"I don't know..."
"but, what will happen..."
"Well figure it out. We always do."
They smiled at each other. Harry kissed her forehead and wrapped his arms around her.
"Goodnight Hermi."
"Goodnight."
They fell asleep there, in Gwynedd's Den.
The end.
Yes, there will be more. I'm irish, and I had a hunch to do something with celtic mythology. I got all the info from Encyclopedia Mythica, and a book called The Hidden World By Alison Baird. It's a great fantasy book, I urge you to read it!
Well none of you guys figured out who I am, so I'm gonna hafta tell ya!
water_nymph!
I have a whole buch of stories under water_nymph, check 'em out!
Yes, I'll have more Full of Grace and Reluctance up soon!
Review
pleeeeeeez!
e-mail-me @
water_nymph@swimmail.com
~Danie
