Author's Note: 2nd chapter! I said I was going to update every other day, well I lied, and my computer kept lagging and not wanting to save, so I'll post every Tuesday, Friday and Saturday. So, here is how I'm gonna try to organize this: Harry and Nathaniel's POV will be in third person (like in the books), while Bart (lol bart) will be in 1st person. I will also try to include footnote thingies like in the books. He also will sort of know what's going on from the others point of views, like a second narrator. Also, for Batimaus's and Nathaniel's part come after the Amulet of Samarkand. Constructive criticism and review are always welcome. Also, this may not, actually, scratch that, is not, the best but I am an amateur writer and this is my first fic.

Bartimaeus

Ok, ok, bla bla, sob story, great. But can we please cut to some action here? So, I was cruising as a pigeon, with my disguise ending on the fifth plane[1], looking out for one of the commoners in the Resistance. Since Simon is gone[2], might as well try to face the other dreary task at hand. The pigeon nearly was eaten by a snowy owl. I had to fly at least a kilometer before she gave up. What a second. A snowy owl? I may not be a biologist, but I'm pretty sure that snowy owls live in the Arctic, and not in (or above) the streets of London. Well, this little detail wasn't important anyway.

Just as I was pondering this, I felt the tugging sensation of being summoned. "Really, Nat!" I screech in pigeon to no one in particular. I slowly materialize in front of the slim, lanky boy.


[1]- There are seven planes of accessibility. The first is where all ordinary objects, ex. buildings, are found, while numbers 2-7 have different spirits and/or their disguises. Humans can only see on the first plane.

[2]- A few months prior, Simon Lovelace, a powerful magician, attempted to overthrow the Prime Minister. It had of course failed, and had resulted in his death.


Nathaniel

A tall, lanky boy with long, messy black hair was standing in a summoning pentacle, waiting for the impudent djinni to appear. He smirked when the "all- powerful" demon appeared as a pigeon. The demon quickly shifted into a less embarrassing appearance, of a young, dark-skinned boy in a linen tunic. "what now, nathaniel-, erm, I mean, John?"

Nathaniel rolled his eyes. Bartimaeus always pretended that he had forgotten that he was not supposed to mention his birthname.

Author's Note: I'm sorry it's really short, but I really can't think of what else to put. I will definitely lengthen this chapter. Please put what you might like to see in your review!