Disclaimer: Sadly I still cannot persuade JK to sell me Harry Potter for a Starbuck card; two filled punch card from Tully's and a bag of peanuts. Therefore, I still do not own Harry Potter.
AN: I am so sorry. I am a very bad author when it comes to up dates. However I am going to use the "working student" excuse. In addition I just graduated from college! YAY! YAY! Now off to Grad school! (BTW I am very much like Hermione.) Anyhow, here it is. I will try to make this monthly, or Bi-weekly. However I am sticking to my ransom. Five reviews for the next chapter.
Chapter Four: Planning
A deep growl, welcomed Melda as she entered her quarters. A large white wolf lay before the fire. She made her way to the grad bathroom. The wolf rose and followed her.
"Lucio, how fairs you this evening?"
"I am not Lucio." A voice undoubtedly feminine rang out, the silver bell every child claims to here on cold winters nights.
"A thousand pardons, Serivana. Where is our good friend Lucio?" Melda asked as she turned on the taps, threw in a hand full of herbs and salts, and slowly lowered her self in.
"Romping the wood." Serivana growled. "Most likely the old thing is hunting for small fast prey, he to old to catch."
Melda smiled. She watched the wolf glow bright before shaping into a beautiful Stellar Sea Lion 1. Serivana in her new form swam about the large bath, while Melda admired the magnificent animal. She smiled as her long time companion swam up to her. Serivana laid her head on Melda's shoulder. It felt surprisingly warm. The two relaxed and allowed their thought to drift relishing the peace and serenity the temporarelly surrounded them. Many time they wished they could turn back the hand of time to when the earth was more…free.
"I wonder." Serivana spoke solftly. "I wonder, why it is I never disappeared or why I never settled."
"Yes. That is a good question."
Why did Serivana make the crossing? By all means when we crossed, she should have become dust and entered my body. Even if she had not vanished from my side she should have settled by know. Goodness knows I am old enough for her to have settled. How odd. Nevertheless, I am grateful.
"Well, my old friend. Let us not question the good fortune that hath smiled upon us. Let us take comfort in her offerings. For they a rich and should be treasured."
"You've been letting her read Shakespeare again haven't you." A gruff voice spoke. A wolf soon walked into the bath. It was a pure white.
"Ahh. Lucio. Did you catch any thing?" Melda asked as she washed her hair.
"I wasn't hunting. I was checking the magical barriers to ensure the will keep you safe."
"And?"
"They will do."
"The magical barriers and shield of Hogwarts—'will do?'" Melda asked as her arched an eyebrow before ducking under and rinsing her hair.
"Yes. Have you planned you lessons?" Lucio asked.
"Melda Eleniel? Plan?" Serivana burst in to laughter. "She never plans. She will do what ever strikes her fancy. And the student of Hogwarts will be at the mercy of her whims."
"My lessons as a child were never planned. My lessons were whatever the earth saw fit to teach me that day. Why should a plan for my students when their enemies would not plan for them? Or challenges?" Melda countered. "I have some plans. However they have little to do with Defense." Melda stated as she washed down her body. "Expect the unexpected."
"You two hungry?"
"Yes." The two answered.
"Very well." Melda said as she rose from the bath and changed into her nightclothes. She waved her had at the bath, and it transformed into a pond filled with fish. "Well, I will be in the living room. I hear that I have lesson plans to do.
Melda sat in here living room. She frowned at the plain stone ceiling. Another flick of her hand and the ceiling became an illusion of a clear night sky, complete with moon and stars. Another flick, and northern lights wove across the starry sky. Nodding her head she lay on the sofa and picked up a small black book, and a quill. She sighed and closed her eyes. Recalling dinner in the Great Hall, looking into students faces.
Harry Potter—teach him to depend on Friends. Talk to him about wolves, and pack life. Get him to meditate. Teach him to block his mind. Teach him to use is desires to protect his friends to make his magic 'stronger.' Teach him the balance, how good and evil will always be there.
Draco Malfoy—Teach him the beauty of life. Employ "Color's of the Wind" method. Teach him how to care for another living creature (something large…perhaps a horse who has been abused?) Teach him blood and breeding does not matter.
Hermione Granger— Teach her "Seeing isn't believing. Believing is seeing." Get her to realize flaws in Muggle and Wizarding worlds. Wizards do not need oil, or consume large amounts of natural resources. Muggles have environmental protection plans, education as a child.
Neville Longbottom—Horseback riding lessons. Increase confidence.
Luna Lovegood—have her by my side at all times. There is much to teach her.
Minerva McGonagall—Annoy as much as possible.
Over all plans— Teach the students to respect each other. Teach them to cherish Life. Teach them hope. Teach them to depend on others, and allow other to depend on them.
Melda smiled at her rough plans. She jotted down one last thing before closing the book and leaning back. Certainly there were a few students. That stood out as leaders, and once that need guidance the most. After all, children are our future. She thought to herself. She moved to the balcony and gazed over the grounds. Smiling to her self, she sang softy, tunes that no one could quite make out. "Sleep well students. Tomorrow your trained intensifies." Melda grinned, before turning about and entering her quarters.
A light breeze blew threw the room long after the occupants and sailed off to dream land. The parchment that Melda had been writing on blew in to the candlelight and four words could be read.
Day One: Trust Exercises.
Unknown to each other Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy shoot out of bed as a feeling of dread came over them. They had the sudden desire that the sun would never rise and birth the morning.
Author's Note: I know I am so sorry. I'm a bad writer. I am so sorry my dearest fans. I was caught up in other people works.
Help. These beautiful animals are endangered. As part of an endangered animal awareness every now and then Serivana will become an endangered/threatened animal. I will post a link in the chapter to information on that animal. Please check it out. If there is an Animal you are concerned about or want to be mentioned. Post a review with the name of the animal and a link to information about the animal. Together we can make a difference.
In addition I love sticking tidbits of my culture in here. Some of it people would get, others maybe not. Review if you see them. I counted six. Not counting the Shakespeare because that one is pointed out.
Also, I own nothing, but the weaving. I have taken various ideas from all areas in my background. The plot is not mine at all. I merely have made use of all of the ingredients around me to create my own recipe. Just to warn you I am BIG on use metaphors, and corny phrases. For example, "Happiness can be found even in the darkest of time if one only remembers to turn on the light."
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