To answer some questions:
Yes, I will continue to follow very closely JKR's books, but I'll twist them in my way and there are of course scenes that will not be in the original books written down here.
I am going to go on faster with the plot and the story. The original story line from the books would be the same but I'll jump quite a lot of important events.
If you are going to review, please give me something constructive, nothing à la:
"The French Government announced today that it is enforcing a ban on the use of fireworks at Disneyland Paris. The decision comes the day after a nightly fireworks display at the park, located just 30 miles outside of Paris, caused soldiers at a nearby French army garrison to surrender to a group of Czech tourists."
Thank you.
(Although that was darn funny)
Chapter 12.
Niffe Silverstraw was a forty year old man with a much younger wife and was in charge for the diggings of a recently found tomb. He needed cheap labour force and contacted the Kairo Magical University to get some inters to help him. They sent him seven of their second year pupils, three girls and four boys, the crème of the crème, their star pupils.
They were excited about the prospect of exploring the tomb and were more than a bit upset to find out their sole job was to clean up the already open chambers. One of them however didn't seem to find the work boring.
No, Bill didn't find it boring,- he found it abject. He hated the cleaning and made his part of the work as quickly as possible to have time to make research by himself in the tomb.
The tomb was something new and utterly different from the other temples found around. It wasn't a mausoleum and was oddly enough very well hidden. It had been found purely by coincidence and opened up a whole band of unanswered questions.
The area where it was found was next to an ancient construction place, or so it was assumed. The bases of a pyramid that had never been done to the end were nearby and by the size of the habitation and they're poor quality, it looked like poor people had lived there.
But there came in the problem. Unlike popular belief, pyramids weren't constructed by slaves. They were done by competent, hard working, highly trained men. The villages around the construction sites had everything the men wanted and food was provided to their families who lived next to them.
The constructions that had been found were very rustic, with the bare needs installed in them. They looked like temporal habitats. It was assumed another set of people had come to help construct the pyramid but had never made it so far.
The temple had been found next to these houses, under its level of earth.
Could it have been possible people had tried to dig down the temple?
The temple had had some residue of a garden hidden in it and was constructed in an all too simple and obvious way. There were no obvious signs of magic, but there was odd hieroglyphs suggesting nothing good.
The one's exploring the chambers had found odd and grotesque paintings of creatures. The temple could be some kind of unknown pagan cult, but the odd objects of unknown texture that were found suggested something else.
Suddenly, the tomb had become potentially very dangerous and everyone studied it very carefully.
No accidents had happened, apart from some usual accidents that always happened (sprained ankles, inhaling of earthy gases, scorpion bites, terrible hangovers resulted over the presence of cheap liquor, etc…).
The interns, after they've cleaned up all the safe areas, were assigned in a different group to either continue on the diggings of the temple or had to analyze the material already found.
Bill Weasly was sent in the first group and found nothing but the odd box. He had found it by coincidence, stumbling in the dark, grabbing onto something for support, fell and a brick landed on his head.
He had pocketed it without further thinking and continued on walking after the group. Only later on, when he has assigned to the analysing team he remembered it. Since it was the first object that actually had some purpose, it was the focal point for the scientists for some time before they concentrated again on the diggings.
In the end the object was tossed away, taken back by Bill and then forgotten.
Until they found him in his room, after he hadn't given sign of life during two days. The remains of the box were crammed up together and re-studied carefully whilst Bill was sent to a special medical ward to treat any secondary effects of his seizure.
Bill, on the other hand, was perfectly fine. He had never felt better before actually. No, he had felt like this before. His fingers slowly traced the contours of his mouth and he smiled. He blew out slowly out the kiss towards the sky, hoping it will go to someone who wants it.
He opened his fingers and he smiled at the sun.
CUT!
As Hermione walked up her home street, following her father who dragged her trunk, she watched the buildings in awe. She watched the different styles of the houses, smiling at them.
She passed her hands in her coat's pocket and suddenly-
CUT!
Let's have a short introduction to psychology, more specifically to psychoanalysis.
Freud has come up with a way to explain our mind: it's divided in conscious, unconscious, preconscious states of mind or as he call it the ego, the super-ego and the id. Those familiar with these concepts can move on a bit.
Those unfamiliar with it shall have a short description of what these concepts are:
Imagine a tree.
A young plant that hatched recently out of a seed.
Let's take the oak tree. The gland had the form of an oval, and the nut itself is pale brown, tastes bitter and most interestingly of all, looks like a brain. This gland is surrounded by a hard, dark brown shell that protects it from birds.
When the seed starts to grow, it breaks the hard membrane protecting the gland and sets its roots loose to seek for food. When it has enough nourishment, the trunk of the very young tree starts to grow and eventually leaves start to appear.
Now you have to see this tree in your mind.
So there are the leaves, the trunk and the roots. The leaves are the super-ego, the trunk the ego and the roots the id.
The super-ego is what we dream of being.
The trunk is what we are and how we perceive our world.
The roots are our primitive urges.
Id is hunger, sex and rage.
They are the id, our subconscious; it only comes alive in our dreams. It's our sick, disgusting, wrong side, the ones where we aren't human, but blind animals, searching and sucking up substance, like mosquitoes.
Mosquitoes are interesting animals. They are basically blind but they have an incredible sense of finding where to eat. So works this subconscious id. It sucks up what it needs all by itself.
Our id isn't the most active part of our mind. It is there of course, sucking up what it needs but we don't really pay attention to it. At least most of the time. Our ego often censures a great deal of our dreams.
Now, take Hermione.
She's a girl of 12 but at this age she already had a mind more complicated and abstract than someone that would have been ill with schizophrenia most of their lives. Fortunately, Hermione was also blessed with a common sense above the norm. She knew when to shut her trap.
But she also knew how to listen to herself.
This is how she saw her brain. It was a young oak plant.
The leaves were her conscious thoughts, the ones she had right now at this precise moment. They change fast and far from everything is remembered. In fact, she forgot these faster than she remembered. It is impossible to remember everything what has happened, Hermione was no exception.
The trunk is her inner thoughts, still conscious ones, that go deeper, that marked her and left a print on her. Her brain perceived it as important. Knowledge went mostly into this category.
Now comes the interesting part: the roots.
Roots dig deep into the earth, searching and reaching out for what it needs blindly. You can pull roots; they will snap and keep their untold secrets to themselves. If you are a bit smarter, you dig the earth and follow the roots. But that will last a long time and even then minor pieces are going to be snapped off.
But Hermione was cleverer than that. She reached out, blindly, after what she sought, not thinking, not even stopping to consider why she did it. She needed it, it justified it all.
Not doubting was necessary, because when she got a response –
CUT!
Her wrist felt the fabric, her palm felt thin paper, her heart felt another pound and her chin felt the soft, unfamiliar touch of something wonderful.
She opened her eyes and saw the sun.
Her hand came out from her pocket and in it was a picture. A thin layer of paper, a photograph.
Who was on it?
A group of people, sand, sun, shadows, dust and a building in the background, buried. There was an elderly man, holding a girl by the arm, obviously examining it. The girl who had dark skin and dyed red hair tried to hide her face from the camera in obvious annoyance at the photographer. Two men, one of them with black hair hold back in a pony tail and an older man with brown skin, both holding a map and pointing at it, sometimes turning around to watch the ruins behind them. A woman deposited food on a table.
" Show yourself."
At that precise moment, a finger appeared on the picture, much like those one gets by putting a finger on the lens when taking a picture.
" Thank you"
Hermione kissed it gently.
She smiled to her parents and walked head-strongly in. Her parents felt pride then, pride like little people can feel. She was strong and beautiful and most of all, she was there and she looked like she finally belonged somewhere.
