Disclaimer: If I owned Rowling's characters I would of ended Deathly Hallows very differently(since I do not own them, I resort to writing about them in Fan-Fiction)
GRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND
Chapter Seven
"If gravity has no effect on me, why is the staff so heavy to me?" Hermione asked when he handed her white staff over to her.
"Because you believe it should be. Forget the Mortal Laws apprentice. Gravity has no effect on you as it has on mortals. Believe what I say and it shall be true." he answered softly.
"But that's not possible-"Hermione had started to say but his gloved fingers pressed against her lips, silencing her.
"Believe it is possible, little apprentice and it shall be." he murmured gently.
How could that be logical? Hermione thought as she looked to her staff. Could it be that simple?
"It is as simple as that, dear one. Believe the staff is weightless and it shall become weightless. Now try it." He smiled when she looked up to him in slight wonder. Her eyes phased through a rainbow of colors as she looked to her staff.
The staff is weightless, lighter than air. She tried to lift it, but she struggled against gravity. She let out a frustrated breath as she slammed the staff back down on the ground.
Her master's laugh echoed silkily through the room, vibrating through her core and causing jolts of electrified heat through her soul. "You can't just think or say the words, my little apprentice. You must BELIEVE them. It is not magic that gives you this power it is your will."
"What are you saying master?" Hermione questioned as her world began to falter around her, as everything began to spin too fast as her confusion nearly swallowed her whole as her eyes went through a disarray of spectral colors of grey and black.
He sighed as he placed his hands on her shoulders, calming her terror. "Can you explain the strength in the Gods that you believe in?"
She bit her lip as her thoughts swirled around her, dwelling on his question. She sighed finally coming up with no answer. She shook her head from side to side.
"Could you explain how you believe them?" he asked more gently, and when she shook her head again he sighed. "The same method of your belief in your Gods should be applied to your will. You must fully believe with all of your being that all mortal laws are dropped and no longer applied to you."
She closed her eyes as she took all the strength within her heart to envision herself dropping Mortal Laws. She saw herself floating in air as if gravity no longer applied. She saw herself walking on water as if it could no longer force her to drown. She saw thousands of images doing things she would of never conceived possible but she truly began to believe they were for her. She broke the basis of Mortal Laws, when she survived her own death in her master's kiss and now she fully understood the magnitude of such facts.
She opened her eyes to find herself in the center of a grassy plain where a single living organism stood tall a few yards away from her. A lovely tree filled with thick aspiring braches that ascended to the heavens in the vastly lit skies above. It was fascinatingly tremendous glowing with wealth and life. She wanted to drink of its essence and enjoy the knowledge it could share in the rapture of the living. It had a pull like no other thing she had come across, it's pull was stronger than gravity itself.
"At last. I can continue with your training, apprentice." her master said gently as he grasped her shoulders, pulling her to his body. "Do you know what that is?"
Hermione shook her head from side to side as she finally pulled her dilated eyes away from the tree before her. Looking up into her master's eyes she could see he was as intoxicated as she was, his grip on her shoulders grew more tight so she would not proceed to go towards the tree. His will, stronger than hers for she did not notice she had started to walk towards it.
"It is no simple tree, little apprentice." his voice grew husky as it filled her ears and made her body sore with a gust of heat. "It is our downfall to succumb to its will. It could take our life force if we were to allow it. You would never know what it was doing until it became too late to stop it." he paused briefly as he looked away from it. "It would fill you with knowledge and power as it drains you of your life. It has fed on our kind since the beginning of time. You must never respond to its beckoning, no matter how alluring it's call."
Hermione found herself both terrified and fascinated by the knowledge of such a organism. "What is it called" she asked softly as she tore her gaze from it as she starred up to her master's glazed eyes.
"In Mortal Terms: The Tree of Life. Although it's title seems to be misguiding in its talent." he added rather dryly. "Do not let it worry you. We are a much stronger breed than our Fore Fathers." he added gently.
"But even you struggle against its magnetism." Hermione stated softly.
"Yes and as does my leash, but we have yet to succumb to its power, now have we?" He asked gently as he turned her to face him, tucking his hand beneath his chin as he forced her eyes to look into his.
"I suppose you have not." she gave a gentle smile as they dispersed from the realm of the grassy plains and the Tree of Life's plain of existence.
Snape watched as the Great Hall began to fill with clusters of students being rallied up from their classes by the spawn of the Ministry of Magic. He had watched as several students were taken from the facility and dragged into carriages in chains, he watched as several Gryffindor students banned together and fought back as several of the younger elements of their class ran into the depths of the Forbidden Forest. In all of Merlin's Glory, I had to suffer watching this. Snapes mind curled as Madame Umbridge walked to the podium, announcing that the school had been cleansed of the magic-stealing muggle filth gibberish.
Snape let out a baited breath as he stared into his black coffee as the horrible pink cow continued her tirade on muggle-born scum and such rot and how to go about turning them in if they discover one in their midst. I bet she has a vendetta against Granger…that must be the reason she has agreed to this bloody nonsense.
He scowled at his coffee. Why is it that you plague my mind as of late, silly little girl? he clutched the cup in his right hand as his left forefinger and thumb grasped the bridge of his nose. Does this fat ugly pink cow ever shut her trap? I should have never saved her from the centaurs. Bloody Dumbledore with his damned sensibilities.
"What have you got there, Neville?" asked a chipper voice from besides him and he reacted by shoving the small purple volume in his pocket.
"Oh…Hi Luna." Neville sighed as he removed the small book from his pocket and revealed it to her, he pressed a single finger to his lips as he motioned for her to look at the binding so she could see the two letters written in silver: D.A.
"Really? You found Hermione's log?" Luna smiled as she stared at him fascinated. "Did you figure out how to read it?" When he shook his head she sighed. "I didn't think it would be that easy." She nodded.
"I figured out what two of the languages are but I'm not sure if a simple translation spell would work. I have a feeling it may diminish the log."
Luna looked to the book, thoughtfully. "Could you allow me to have a gander? Perhaps I could be of assistance?" She perked up as a hand slapped on the table besides her.
"Would you like to explain why you disrupted the Madame's speech Miss Lovegood?" asked a very gleefully demented female Defense Professor Carrow.
"No..no. Professor." she said as she pulled the book out of view and into her pocket. "Sorry Professor." she added softly as she looked to Neville with worried eyes, he grasp her hand beneath the table in a small comforting gesture and he nodded his reply to her last question.
"I knew I smelled a rat!" Harry nearly shouted, but his words were cast too harshly as his spell fell from his wand in a quick motion as the rat in the kitchen turned into the ragged man who now stood before him, deformed as he had been a rat for far too long in a period of time. "Hello, Worm-tail, come to pay your respects to my parents have you? It's too late for that! You betrayed them!" Harry let out a roar of fury, as he seethed.
Worm-tail stood still, although he was shaking in his boots as Harry went on in his tirade. He would have ran, but it was his mission to keep the boy distracted until the retrieval team have arrived. Then a high pitched scream curdled through the air and Harry found himself bolting up the stairs to the source. Ginny! His mind screamed as he found her being held by two masked Death Eaters.
"Lay down your wand Potter, now." said a voice like steel that came from behind him, the Death Eater's voice struck a familiar cord but he couldn't place it. The Death Eater that Held Ginny pulled her hair and she let out a scream. "DON'T DO IT HARRY!"
"She'll die if you don't, Potter." said the Death Eater behind him, whose wand prodded in his back and felt like a piercing sword through his heart.
"HARRY! RUN! SAVE YOURSELF!" Ginny screamed as Harry watched horrified as the Death Eater who stood before her slapped her across the jaw line. "RUN HARRY! PLEASE!"
Harry shook his head as tears streamed down his face. "Not without you, Gin." Never without you.
Author's Notation:
Uh oh! Harry and Ginny are in trouble what in Merlin's name is the world going to do! Find out in chapter 8! READ&REVIEW!
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