Title: Musings of A Tired Mind
Author: Remii
Archive: Ask and you shall receive!
Disclaimer: Mm. My favorite part: the LEGAL CRAP. Sadly, I don't own Harry Potter of any of its wonderful character... T_T They belong to the amazingly talented J.K. Rowling. I do, however, own this story and any made- up spells or characters, so I'd appreciate it if you would ask before 'borrowing' them.
Warning: Well, the beginning starts out slow, so I'll dub it PG-13 for now, seeing as how it might progress in the future. ^_~
Eye Catching Blurb: We all know wizards are the higher power..but what if there was an even higher power that could control the outcome of our fate just by some simple words? And what does the renowned boy Harry Potter have to do with it all? Pasts will be exposed. Dreams will be foretold. But whats the big deal? Not like anyone gives a shit anyway. Welcome to Hogwarts.
Teaser: "I'm wounded."
"You're pride?"
"No, my ego."
"Just as good."
"I knew it would suffice."
"Am I that readable?"
"Yes."
"Happy?"
"Not really."
"That makes me smile."
"I knew it would."
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Prologue
"Albus, are you sure about this?"
"Quite sure."
"But..its just..unthinkable!"
"Minerva, as you must know, she is quite capable of finding other breaches in the schooling system and having her way. There aren't any rules hindering her from entering into schooling. Simple as that." At this, Dumbledore sipped his tea from a little flower painted porcelain cup, chucking he cast a glance to Minerva. "I do believe this will be an eventful school year."
"But sir--"
"Now, now Minerva. Relax. Have some tea. There are more pressing matters to attend to."
"More pressing? But Albus, sir, we don't even know what she is!"
"Hardly. She's an amazingly rare wizard. Nothing more. There are Purebloods, Muggle Born, Squibs, and then there are Feurlocks."
Professor McGonagall sat shocked. Feurlocks? It had been years since that name was mentioned, as everyone had presumed the race dead. She, herself, could not remember the exact lineage of the Feurlocks, let alone fathom that their blood still flowed, abeit thin.
"Feurlocks, Albus?" She asked, hesitantly.
"Yes. I believe--" Just as Dumbledore was about to refresh Professor McGonagall's slightly absent memory, the doors to the Great Hall burst open. None other then the one and only Severus Snape marched in.
"Ah, Severus, so kind of you to grace us with your presence. Can I help you with something?" Dumbledores eyes twinkled.
"I am appalled by the news that has just now reached my ears. A new student?! A sixth year at that! To be admitted into the school!? This is unheard of!" Snape gestured wildly with his hands, his mouth rambling excuses.
"You need not worry, Severus. All has been taken care of. The new student will be attending this upcoming school year.
"Think clearly! We can't just let her show up and expect to know anything. She's too old and inexperienced to be a 6th year student." Minerva could have sworn she heard him 'hmph!'
"But Severus, I believe this is where you are wrong." Dumbledore places his cup on the table, which he had been drinking throughout Snape's rant. Finding a more comfortable position in which to sit, and mentally reminding himself to get cushions for the seats, he continued. "This girl knows more about magic then we will acquire in two lifetimes. All she needs is some basic school knowledge, enough O.W.L.S. to graduate and become something in life, and, of course, what everyone needs: friends. She means absolutely no harm."
"If she's so good," here Snape spat the word, disgusted that a 16-year- old girl could know more than him, "then why does she insist on school?"
"Because," Dumbledore leaned back in his seat, looking Snape square in the eyes, "she needs to learn how to use a wand."
***Oooo! What does this mean!!! ??
I have no clue.
I'm making this up as I go.
As for the Eye Catching Blurb. Ignore it. I don't know what I'm talking about.
Author: Remii
Archive: Ask and you shall receive!
Disclaimer: Mm. My favorite part: the LEGAL CRAP. Sadly, I don't own Harry Potter of any of its wonderful character... T_T They belong to the amazingly talented J.K. Rowling. I do, however, own this story and any made- up spells or characters, so I'd appreciate it if you would ask before 'borrowing' them.
Warning: Well, the beginning starts out slow, so I'll dub it PG-13 for now, seeing as how it might progress in the future. ^_~
Eye Catching Blurb: We all know wizards are the higher power..but what if there was an even higher power that could control the outcome of our fate just by some simple words? And what does the renowned boy Harry Potter have to do with it all? Pasts will be exposed. Dreams will be foretold. But whats the big deal? Not like anyone gives a shit anyway. Welcome to Hogwarts.
Teaser: "I'm wounded."
"You're pride?"
"No, my ego."
"Just as good."
"I knew it would suffice."
"Am I that readable?"
"Yes."
"Happy?"
"Not really."
"That makes me smile."
"I knew it would."
**************************************************************************** *********
Prologue
"Albus, are you sure about this?"
"Quite sure."
"But..its just..unthinkable!"
"Minerva, as you must know, she is quite capable of finding other breaches in the schooling system and having her way. There aren't any rules hindering her from entering into schooling. Simple as that." At this, Dumbledore sipped his tea from a little flower painted porcelain cup, chucking he cast a glance to Minerva. "I do believe this will be an eventful school year."
"But sir--"
"Now, now Minerva. Relax. Have some tea. There are more pressing matters to attend to."
"More pressing? But Albus, sir, we don't even know what she is!"
"Hardly. She's an amazingly rare wizard. Nothing more. There are Purebloods, Muggle Born, Squibs, and then there are Feurlocks."
Professor McGonagall sat shocked. Feurlocks? It had been years since that name was mentioned, as everyone had presumed the race dead. She, herself, could not remember the exact lineage of the Feurlocks, let alone fathom that their blood still flowed, abeit thin.
"Feurlocks, Albus?" She asked, hesitantly.
"Yes. I believe--" Just as Dumbledore was about to refresh Professor McGonagall's slightly absent memory, the doors to the Great Hall burst open. None other then the one and only Severus Snape marched in.
"Ah, Severus, so kind of you to grace us with your presence. Can I help you with something?" Dumbledores eyes twinkled.
"I am appalled by the news that has just now reached my ears. A new student?! A sixth year at that! To be admitted into the school!? This is unheard of!" Snape gestured wildly with his hands, his mouth rambling excuses.
"You need not worry, Severus. All has been taken care of. The new student will be attending this upcoming school year.
"Think clearly! We can't just let her show up and expect to know anything. She's too old and inexperienced to be a 6th year student." Minerva could have sworn she heard him 'hmph!'
"But Severus, I believe this is where you are wrong." Dumbledore places his cup on the table, which he had been drinking throughout Snape's rant. Finding a more comfortable position in which to sit, and mentally reminding himself to get cushions for the seats, he continued. "This girl knows more about magic then we will acquire in two lifetimes. All she needs is some basic school knowledge, enough O.W.L.S. to graduate and become something in life, and, of course, what everyone needs: friends. She means absolutely no harm."
"If she's so good," here Snape spat the word, disgusted that a 16-year- old girl could know more than him, "then why does she insist on school?"
"Because," Dumbledore leaned back in his seat, looking Snape square in the eyes, "she needs to learn how to use a wand."
***Oooo! What does this mean!!! ??
I have no clue.
I'm making this up as I go.
As for the Eye Catching Blurb. Ignore it. I don't know what I'm talking about.
