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Disclaimer: See last chapter.
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Chapter Three: Golden Butterfly
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Dumbledore used one of the straight foward approach, that was often used when one got tried of tiptoeing around the subject. You just came right out and told them they were a wizard.
"What?" Malik said, his expression and tone... next to unreadable.
"Huh?" Isis, too, was unreadable, Albus was more than a little surprised.
"You have magical abilities." Dumbledore said, watching the two closely.
Isis and Malik exchanged a look.
"Excuse me Professor, did you just say that Malik has magic?" Isis asked, her voice now where near as shocked as most Muggles.
"Yes, I did," Albus told the Egyptian woman.
"How did you know?" Isis's eyes narrowed, "What are they?"
Albus was surprised, but pleasantly so, at how well she was taking it. " There was a magic detector that found him while it was searching for the cause of another disturbance, but it sensed him as it was doing its sweep. As for his powers, it might be different from you think. Wizards *are* better at different things, but all have *basical* abilities."
Isis and Malik once more exchanged a look, and Albus wished those looks where all about. Then Isis nodded and Malik nodded back.
"I am willing to suspend belief, for now, if you show us some magic." He began to fiddle with something in his pocket.
Dumbledore nodded, and took out his wand; then paused "Could I borrow something that who don't mind loosing, if I don't do the spell right?" he asked in an amused tone, at his own forgetfulness, "I seem to have misplaced the stone I was going to use."
Isis looked at him, and nodded, curtly. She took off one of her bracelets, and put it on the table.
Dumbledore took it, with slight surprise to find that it was really gold by its weight, not something most people would considered expandable. He pointed his wand and said, "*Papilio esto.*" The band of gold became a beautiful golden butterfly. "Sorry," he said look at the butterfly, with a trace of disgust. *And I was the Transfiguration professor... I need to practice more often*, Dumbledore thought, "it was *supposed* to be a Monarch, but it has been a while since I've done that."
Malik and Isis both looked like normal Muggles with their first encounter of magic, wide eyed and jaws open.
"Joking..." Malik said, looking at it shaking his head, "Joking..."
"I'll transform it back into bracelet now. I think that convinced you." Dumbledore made a move to catch winged golden shimmer, but Isis stopped him.
"No, let it be," Isis said, as she watched it settle onto a vase of flowers on a shelf above a window-seat.
"Is all magic this carefree and innocent?" asked Malik, sounding suspicious, "Is this bit special designed to lull people in to acceptance, while the true core is much darker?"
Dumbledore was amazed by the young man's insight, however wrong it might be. It proved that Malik was a quick thinker, a trait that was going to be very useful if Voldemort was not stopped soon. "No, it is not all so nice... I won't sugar coat the truth for you, I admit such innocent spells like that are used to show magic the first time, but the are the more common spells."
Malik looked at him, head tilted slightly to one sided, body language clearly saying, 'go on,'.
"There is darker magic, and Dark wizards. One of them is right now on the rise, again. He is intent on ruling the world."
"R-really?'" Isis asked, her face pale.
"Yes," Dumbledore said gravely.
"What does this wizard look like?" Isis said her eyes once more narrowed.
"He has red eyes--" Dumbledore began.
"Black Dragon," Malik said, snickering slightly.
Isis just rolled eyes. "Red eyes...? Hair--"
"None, Voldemort is bald." Dumbledore interrupted her.
"Oldewart? Oldie Court?" Malik exclaimed, "What type of name is *that*?"
Isis glared at him.
"Oldie Warts..." Dumbledore said thoughtfully, "That is not even a third as intimidating..."
"Back to the subject," Isis said, "he has red eyes and no hair?"
Dumbledore nodded, still smiling at 'Oldie Warts'.
Isis sat back, in what seemed to be relief...
"How long has this Voldemort guy been around?" Malik asked suddenly serious.
"Well, he was born over sixty years ago..." Dumbledore said, noticing that Malik too, relaxed. Odd.
"Well," Isis interrupted, "I shall admit this is rather a lot to except in one day..." Isis said, and stopped as the butterfly flew over her head. "Uhh... why have you come to tell us this anyway?" Isis said still a bit tense, but not as much as earlier.
"As I said before, Malik is a wizard, and a powerful one at that. I am the headmaster of a school for wizards... Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts," Malik said, incredulous, "Hogwarts. That is worse than Voldiecourt."
"Hogwarts was what one of the founders of it said the site looked like. It was, according to legend, after three weeks of rain, the end fall and very gloomy. Of course after a thousand years, the castle has improved." Dumbledore said.
"Mhh... So about this school?" Isis asked.
"Your brother, Malik, has what seems to have quite a bit of power. I am quite surprised that it has not been known before, people never slip though like that until now..." Dumbledore trailed off, and took another sip from his almost forgotten glass of water.
When Albus looked up again, he saw Malik looking at the butterfly. Malik stood up and walked softly over to the flowers it hovered about. Ever so gentle, he scooped it out of the air, and walked back over. Wordlessly, once the golden wings stopped beating frantically in protest, he took his right hand away; so that it still preached on his left hand, but was free to fly away.
However before it could, Isis touched one wing lightly. "What you are proposing is, that Malik goes to this school of yours and learns magic like this?" Isis gestured to the butterfly which now flew about.
"Not just that," Albus said as he watched Malik stare off into space, "also Potions, Herbology, Charms, History of Magic, Astronomy, and Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Malik...you have been able to keep your ya-, self under control... It is mostly up to you..." Isis said, looking as though she was doing something she was afraid might backfire.
"I... I..." Malik was dumbfounded at this sudden freedom. "I think I do want to go, or least check this out."
Dumbledore nodded "Caution is wise. Here are some books on the wizarding world. These three are about it in general, this one is about Hogwarts, and this last one," his voice was devoid of humor, "is about the most current dangers of begin a wizards."
Isis nodded, her hand already upon the last.
"I shall send another professor by within a week, to take you shopping for your supplies, if you're still so mind. Dumbledore said preparing to leave. He pulled an envelope he added "Here is your acceptance letter to Hogwarts." He handed the letter to Malik.
"Would I have to get a new wardrobe?" Malik eyed Dumbledore's robe.
"Yes, or at least the uniform,"
"Then count me in, I think." Malik said, peeling off the seal to the letter.
"Here Professor," Isis said, putting down the book. "let me show you out."
She walked with Dumbledore to the door. "Sir, " she began, as he was about to leave, "I already told you that Malik fell into the wrong crowd, but he also has a bit of any anger control problem..."
"Ahh..." the old man said, "I understand, don't worry overly much. It would not be much of a school if we did not have means to deal with these type of things. We have even hired a councilor this year."
"That may be so, but please, if he gets really mad..." *If he gets really mad, his yami might destroy the school, before Malik can get him under control...*
I need to go," said Albus breaking the silence, "Meeting." Then with a wave of his wand and a word, he disappeared.
Just as he saw the Ishtal residence blink out of view, he could not help but hope that Hagrid was having as much luck with Yugi Motuo and Ryou Bakura.
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Wind: Yes this one is a bit shorter than the other two, but I though this was the best break off point. Yes, I like the idea of a fashion conscious Malik, after all finding that gorgeous shade of lavender shirt to match his eyes must take some work.
Stella: 6_9 Typing, must type... Must type... Oh ... done... All this in one day (odd way to spend spring break), *shakes head* My Ra.
Wind: Err...You don't seem to be in any condition to ask so I will. Please review... Stella, you sure you'll be okay?
Stella: Yes... Oh look ... fairies...
Wind: -_- And does anyone have any idea how to get italics up????????????????????
Evily-braty: I think the others (the other yamis) would REALLY hurt me if I didn't. I have also got a lot of plot for this thing, and I'm not giving up on that.
Cattie-girl: I think this is sooner than you thought...
DarkSpellCaster: Thanks... and Yami DSC good luck against the sugar.
Anonymous: Mine is sort of like that.
Stella: Here is three.
Disclaimer: See last chapter.
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Chapter Three: Golden Butterfly
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dumbledore used one of the straight foward approach, that was often used when one got tried of tiptoeing around the subject. You just came right out and told them they were a wizard.
"What?" Malik said, his expression and tone... next to unreadable.
"Huh?" Isis, too, was unreadable, Albus was more than a little surprised.
"You have magical abilities." Dumbledore said, watching the two closely.
Isis and Malik exchanged a look.
"Excuse me Professor, did you just say that Malik has magic?" Isis asked, her voice now where near as shocked as most Muggles.
"Yes, I did," Albus told the Egyptian woman.
"How did you know?" Isis's eyes narrowed, "What are they?"
Albus was surprised, but pleasantly so, at how well she was taking it. " There was a magic detector that found him while it was searching for the cause of another disturbance, but it sensed him as it was doing its sweep. As for his powers, it might be different from you think. Wizards *are* better at different things, but all have *basical* abilities."
Isis and Malik once more exchanged a look, and Albus wished those looks where all about. Then Isis nodded and Malik nodded back.
"I am willing to suspend belief, for now, if you show us some magic." He began to fiddle with something in his pocket.
Dumbledore nodded, and took out his wand; then paused "Could I borrow something that who don't mind loosing, if I don't do the spell right?" he asked in an amused tone, at his own forgetfulness, "I seem to have misplaced the stone I was going to use."
Isis looked at him, and nodded, curtly. She took off one of her bracelets, and put it on the table.
Dumbledore took it, with slight surprise to find that it was really gold by its weight, not something most people would considered expandable. He pointed his wand and said, "*Papilio esto.*" The band of gold became a beautiful golden butterfly. "Sorry," he said look at the butterfly, with a trace of disgust. *And I was the Transfiguration professor... I need to practice more often*, Dumbledore thought, "it was *supposed* to be a Monarch, but it has been a while since I've done that."
Malik and Isis both looked like normal Muggles with their first encounter of magic, wide eyed and jaws open.
"Joking..." Malik said, looking at it shaking his head, "Joking..."
"I'll transform it back into bracelet now. I think that convinced you." Dumbledore made a move to catch winged golden shimmer, but Isis stopped him.
"No, let it be," Isis said, as she watched it settle onto a vase of flowers on a shelf above a window-seat.
"Is all magic this carefree and innocent?" asked Malik, sounding suspicious, "Is this bit special designed to lull people in to acceptance, while the true core is much darker?"
Dumbledore was amazed by the young man's insight, however wrong it might be. It proved that Malik was a quick thinker, a trait that was going to be very useful if Voldemort was not stopped soon. "No, it is not all so nice... I won't sugar coat the truth for you, I admit such innocent spells like that are used to show magic the first time, but the are the more common spells."
Malik looked at him, head tilted slightly to one sided, body language clearly saying, 'go on,'.
"There is darker magic, and Dark wizards. One of them is right now on the rise, again. He is intent on ruling the world."
"R-really?'" Isis asked, her face pale.
"Yes," Dumbledore said gravely.
"What does this wizard look like?" Isis said her eyes once more narrowed.
"He has red eyes--" Dumbledore began.
"Black Dragon," Malik said, snickering slightly.
Isis just rolled eyes. "Red eyes...? Hair--"
"None, Voldemort is bald." Dumbledore interrupted her.
"Oldewart? Oldie Court?" Malik exclaimed, "What type of name is *that*?"
Isis glared at him.
"Oldie Warts..." Dumbledore said thoughtfully, "That is not even a third as intimidating..."
"Back to the subject," Isis said, "he has red eyes and no hair?"
Dumbledore nodded, still smiling at 'Oldie Warts'.
Isis sat back, in what seemed to be relief...
"How long has this Voldemort guy been around?" Malik asked suddenly serious.
"Well, he was born over sixty years ago..." Dumbledore said, noticing that Malik too, relaxed. Odd.
"Well," Isis interrupted, "I shall admit this is rather a lot to except in one day..." Isis said, and stopped as the butterfly flew over her head. "Uhh... why have you come to tell us this anyway?" Isis said still a bit tense, but not as much as earlier.
"As I said before, Malik is a wizard, and a powerful one at that. I am the headmaster of a school for wizards... Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts," Malik said, incredulous, "Hogwarts. That is worse than Voldiecourt."
"Hogwarts was what one of the founders of it said the site looked like. It was, according to legend, after three weeks of rain, the end fall and very gloomy. Of course after a thousand years, the castle has improved." Dumbledore said.
"Mhh... So about this school?" Isis asked.
"Your brother, Malik, has what seems to have quite a bit of power. I am quite surprised that it has not been known before, people never slip though like that until now..." Dumbledore trailed off, and took another sip from his almost forgotten glass of water.
When Albus looked up again, he saw Malik looking at the butterfly. Malik stood up and walked softly over to the flowers it hovered about. Ever so gentle, he scooped it out of the air, and walked back over. Wordlessly, once the golden wings stopped beating frantically in protest, he took his right hand away; so that it still preached on his left hand, but was free to fly away.
However before it could, Isis touched one wing lightly. "What you are proposing is, that Malik goes to this school of yours and learns magic like this?" Isis gestured to the butterfly which now flew about.
"Not just that," Albus said as he watched Malik stare off into space, "also Potions, Herbology, Charms, History of Magic, Astronomy, and Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Malik...you have been able to keep your ya-, self under control... It is mostly up to you..." Isis said, looking as though she was doing something she was afraid might backfire.
"I... I..." Malik was dumbfounded at this sudden freedom. "I think I do want to go, or least check this out."
Dumbledore nodded "Caution is wise. Here are some books on the wizarding world. These three are about it in general, this one is about Hogwarts, and this last one," his voice was devoid of humor, "is about the most current dangers of begin a wizards."
Isis nodded, her hand already upon the last.
"I shall send another professor by within a week, to take you shopping for your supplies, if you're still so mind. Dumbledore said preparing to leave. He pulled an envelope he added "Here is your acceptance letter to Hogwarts." He handed the letter to Malik.
"Would I have to get a new wardrobe?" Malik eyed Dumbledore's robe.
"Yes, or at least the uniform,"
"Then count me in, I think." Malik said, peeling off the seal to the letter.
"Here Professor," Isis said, putting down the book. "let me show you out."
She walked with Dumbledore to the door. "Sir, " she began, as he was about to leave, "I already told you that Malik fell into the wrong crowd, but he also has a bit of any anger control problem..."
"Ahh..." the old man said, "I understand, don't worry overly much. It would not be much of a school if we did not have means to deal with these type of things. We have even hired a councilor this year."
"That may be so, but please, if he gets really mad..." *If he gets really mad, his yami might destroy the school, before Malik can get him under control...*
I need to go," said Albus breaking the silence, "Meeting." Then with a wave of his wand and a word, he disappeared.
Just as he saw the Ishtal residence blink out of view, he could not help but hope that Hagrid was having as much luck with Yugi Motuo and Ryou Bakura.
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Wind: Yes this one is a bit shorter than the other two, but I though this was the best break off point. Yes, I like the idea of a fashion conscious Malik, after all finding that gorgeous shade of lavender shirt to match his eyes must take some work.
Stella: 6_9 Typing, must type... Must type... Oh ... done... All this in one day (odd way to spend spring break), *shakes head* My Ra.
Wind: Err...You don't seem to be in any condition to ask so I will. Please review... Stella, you sure you'll be okay?
Stella: Yes... Oh look ... fairies...
Wind: -_- And does anyone have any idea how to get italics up????????????????????