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A God with a different take
By Try Another Time
Quidditch, the favorite sport of every magical nation or community. Its beginnings are linked to different sports formerly practiced by wizards and witches, but without a doubt, the sport that quidditch is today is something essential to the magical world even with the extreme practices that entail practicing it professionally.
If there's someone who loves to play this sport at least within Gryffindor is Oliver Wood. As the captain of Gryffindor's team, his goal has always been to win the Hogwarts championship, although his luck has not been the best. Year after year, Gryffindor has lost against the other houses for different reasons and to make matters worse, now they lacked a seeker for the team.
"Fred, George do you two think it would take this long for him to show up?" Oliver asked when as he looked at the Weasley twins who were sitting on top of the trunk containing the balls used in Quidditch.
"It's still early," Fred said.
"Give this mysterious player a little more time." George continued.
"I know, but I have no idea who it might be. Professor McGonagall didn't give me his or her identity and she just said it would be a surprise." Oliver admitted.
"It must be- "
"For one- "
"Good reason!" Both twins exclaimed at the same time.
"I hope so. I don't want to think she'd send us anyone who only knows how to fly on a broom. We need a true seeker who doesn't possess any kind of fear." Oliver said. He knew how easy it was to break several bones in quidditch no matter what position you play in.
"I understand," Fred said.
"But you have to relax." George continued.
"McGonagall knows what she's doing, and she wouldn't send us someone she didn't believe in," Fred said, sounding confident.
"I hope so. We need new blood on our team. A player we can rely on to catch that hellish golden ball or prevent the other seeker from catching it." Oliver explained as he pointed to the trunk.
"Do you hate the golden Snitch that much?" Both twins wondered.
The thoughts of the young men were interrupted by the appearance of two small flying creatures that landed in front of them.
"What the hell? Wait these two are the familiars of Harry Potter and Parvati Patil. What the hell are you doing here?" Oliver asked.
"Captain I think you know the answer," George said. Alongside Fred, both looked around for the two young people behind these familiars.
"... You've got to be kidding me." Oliver said after he realized what this meant. The young captain looked up and saw how two objects were descending at a high speed. "Are those two insane?"
"No, just excited about this thing," Ignis said as he watched how his other side and Parvati approached.
"I hope Hagrid explains better how the hell a talking dragon works," Fred said as he approached the small reptile.
"If you're old enough, you learn how to do it, boy," Ignis replied. He allowed Fred to touch his head for just one second.
"Yes of course," George said sarcastically.
"Hey! This is not the time for that! We need to save them." Oliver said as he pulled out his wand.
"Calm down they'll be fine. After all, they were the ones who planned this." Ignis said.
From Parvati's point of view.
"Ready to surrender?" Parvati's screamed as they continued to descend.
"Never!" Harry replied.
Both had decided to fly for a while before their meeting with the Quidditch team captain or the meeting that was supposed to be for Harry only, but with Parvati nearby, it wasn't going to be so easy for Harry to take the remaining position on the team. Their flight had taken them to the top of the school barrier and from that height, they had decided on a small bet.
'High-speed diving. Whoever lasts longer before colliding with the ground wins the right to the seeker position.'
A rather dangerous bet but the thrill of it was great. They both had somewhat dangerous tastes and a determination not to give up in front of the other.
Both youngsters continued to descend without showing any sign to stop or get to safety.
"You know, it would be more cordial of you to admit defeat and let me be part of the team," Parvati said.
"Sports justice. It doesn't matter what your sex is! Achieved it yourself. Besides, I don't think you, my dear lover of challenges, wants me to give up just like that. Where's the fun in an easy win?" Harry asked as he looked down.
"You know me so well. Shall we see who gives up first?" Parvati asked as she felt the adrenaline rush through her veins.
Both youngsters descended on their brooms at a dangerous pace. The closer they came to the ground; the more visible Oliver's face became.
"Stop!" Oliver exclaimed, scared of what might happen to them. He needed a seeker, not a suicidal player or so he thought.
Both continued to descend testing each other's bravery. Neither showed signs of wanting to surrender to the other.
Oliver began firing spells capable of slowing down their descents, but Harry and Parvati dodged them without any problem.
"Keep it up Wood! That makes it more exciting! " Parvati screamed.
"What the hell is wrong with them? Stop it!" Oliver replied.
"Give up. They will go all the way." Ignis said.
"Hey, Fred?" George asked.
"What? Have an idea?" Fred asked back.
"Who do you think is going to give up first?" George continued.
"I would say our captain, my dear brother," Fred answered confidently.
"Not that brother. Who between Harry and Parvati surrenders first?" George asked once more.
"I would say none. Those two have guts and their familiars show no signs of wanting to stop them." Fred admitted.
"Help me stop them!" Oliver exclaimed.
Both twins looked at each other before refusing to help their team captain.
"Oliver my dear friend." Fred started.
"Everything will be fine. Just keep it up." George continued.
"We need someone like them on our team." George finished.
"They're crazy!" Oliver exclaimed, feeling that if he didn't do something these two children would be in danger. Be careful what you ask, that would be the lesson Oliver would learn that day.
Meanwhile, with Dumbledore, Flashback.
Dumbledore walked along a beach next to Tom. It was a beautiful day during the summer holidays after Tom's second year at Hogwarts.
"Tom," Dumbledore said.
"What, old man?" Tom asked in a cheerful tone. Tom had never called him dad, but the way he was addressing the old wizard showed admiration and respect.
"What do you think about Hogwarts?" Dumbledore asked.
"What do you mean?" Tom replied.
"What do you think about school? The students? And everything else." Dumbledore explained.
"... I won't deny it, there are many students I dislike. Even among those of pure blood, there are weak students not only in power but also in aspirations." Tom said.
"Tom, not everyone can be like you. Not everyone desires to change the world. You must remember that we all have different desires." Dumbledore insisted.
"I know, but I wish more people would think about our potential. We are sorcerers, wizards, witches, the magical community must follow a path to a new era. We shouldn't be afraid to hide our powers from the Muggles and guide them as some magical nations do." Tom explained.
"Tom, I know what you mean, but not all Muggles are ready. We cannot force the rest of the world to be like the African tribal empire or the Chinese empire under the J'nlóng dynasty. Those two nations, like many others, have mostly isolated themselves to protect their resources, traditions, and religion. Someday, we will be able to show all Muggles our skills without fear of feeling rejection, but everything takes time." Dumbledore explained.
Tom looked at Dumbledore a little annoyed before speaking once more. "If I want to change our nation, I need to be direct and have no fear to do what is necessary to make all those of us who possess magic equal no matter where we come from. No one should suffer as I have."
"And that's why I'm working to change those laws. You come from an old family and you must be the one to continue its legacy in the future. That's why you must be patient in addition to winning allies. Someday, you will be able to call yourself Lord Slytherin and your children the successors to that title. Just stay patient and keep making yourself strong. I will support you in everything you need because I know you can change the future Tom." Dumbledore said as he knelt in front of his adopted son. His gaze showed pride and hope in what Tom might be if he kept following the path in the light.
Tom looked at him. He was looking for any signals that might tell him if Dumbledore was lying, but he couldn't find any. "Do you think I can change the world?" Asked the young man.
"Without a doubt. You are strong, skilled, courageous, with great will, even though when I met you at that orphanage you showed a dark facet, I think anybody can do good. You are still young, and I hope that one day in the future you will positively affect the world. Someday, you could be the leader who brings a new era for wizards and Muggles." Dumbledore said as he assured young Tom of his possible future.
"... Old man, someday you'll be proud of me." Tom said as he smiled.
"You're already... "Dumbledore said before he was interrupted.
Flashback Ends.
The old principal of Hogwarts was pecked several times in the head by his companion and protector, Fawkes. Dumbledore shuddered a little in his seat, causing a small framed photo on his lap to the floor.
"Fawkes! What's going on? " Dumbledore asked while waking up from his little nap.
The phoenix flapped his wings a little bit before moving towards the office window which was closed.
"Do you want to go out? Fawkes, you don't need my help with that. You can get out by yourself." Dumbledore said, incredulous that his old friend was pecking at him just to open his window. Dumbledore moved his seat before looking for the picture he had dropped. When he found it, he used his wand to bring it back to his hand. That photo showed a very young Tom posing next to Dumbledore as they both smiled. It was a time when Dumbledore was happy, but all good things have their end.
Now he was in a rather difficult situation. He had to stop Tom, not only had he started a war, but he had also put the existence of the Winzegamot and magical Britain in jeopardy. The light side and the dark side in the Winzegamot did not have a friendly relationship, it never was friendly. They have always disagreed and the fact that many families on the dark side had joined the conflict by supporting Voldemort indiscreetly hasn't helped relations between the two sides. The war had marked them as a society before the rest of the magical world even more after what had happened before with Grindelwald. Another problem was that this conflict had put them in severe trouble with the royal family, especially with Queen Elizabeth.
If another conflict of such magnitude began and they were unable to contain it, he was sure that the royal family would act. The consequences could be quite harsh and could lead to direct intervention by the Muggles' armed forces. Magic was strong and had many uses, but the technology of Muggles was also dangerous. They should never test their fate against the Muggles because even with their lack of magic they were strong, numerous and in special cases, some Muggles like King Arthur was recognized as armies of one man. A spell can eliminate 10 opponents, but a sword can also eliminate 10 enemies just as easily in the hands of someone with talent. The problem was that it wasn't just swords and spears anymore...
Dumbledore's thoughts were interrupted by Fawkes who began pecking at the window when he noticed that his partner was not paying attention to him.
"Fawkes? What's going on? " Dumbledore asked. He decides to stand up and approach the window.
The phoenix pointed its beak towards Quidditch court.
"What's the matter? Did you see something?" Dumbledore asked.
The phoenix nodded first before pecking the window once more.
"Fawkes you know I can't leave the castle, but if there's anything you want me to see, give me a second," Dumbledore said before moving away from the bird and looking for something among his possessions.
Fawkes watched as Dumbledore put his hand in a chest while searching for something. Fawkes had seen how over the years Dumbledore had acquired several artifacts. Some strangers than others, but in the end each with a purpose.
After searching for several minutes Dumbledore found what he was looking for. A crystal ball the size of a Bludger. The old man approached the window and after concentrating some of his power the ball began to float in front of him before a part of it separated and formed some kind of telescope. He opened the window.
"Now Fawkes let's see what you want me to see," Dumbledore said as he focusses the telescope which allow the base of the ball to show the Quidditch court and what was happening. "I see Captain Wood of Gryffindor. Wait a minute! Why is he using his wand and pointing it to the sky?"
The old man directed his telescope into the sky and could see how Harry and Parvati descended at full speed while evading Oliver's spells. Dumbledore couldn't believe it.
"What the hell is going on here? Why in Merlin's name are they doing this?" Dumbledore screamed before he looks at Fawkes. "Fawkes go to now and save them," Dumbledore ordered to his friend.
The bird quickly flew as fast as it could try to catch up with both youngsters in the middle of the fall, but it was too late. Fawkes couldn't stop this fall.
Back to the falling youth.
They were both enjoying this dangerous activity, but it was time to end it. While still dodging spells, they waited for the last moment to take opposite directions within inches from crashing with Oliver Wood's head. By a very few inches, they had dodged the worst accident seen in Hogwarts' Quidditch history.
Both turned around and floated slowly to where Wood and the Weasley twins were.
"Fred, George, who won?" Parvati asked.
"I say Parvati. What do you think Fred?" George said.
"Nope, definitely it was Harry. What do you say, Oliver?" Fred asked.
Oliver couldn't answer. The shock was so great that he had lost consciousness while still standing.
"Poor captain, he can't stand extreme emotions such as this. Fred, help me to wake him up." George said as he approached Oliver.
"Right away. You two, don't leave. Oliver will tell you who's the seeker when he wakes up." Fred said.
Harry and Parvati could only smile at the time. They saw what they had done to their quidditch captain but couldn't feel sad for him.
"I'm sure you gave up before I did." Affirmed Parvati.
"Don't even dream about it, my dear Parvati," Harry replied, although he didn't care about the outcome but that he did this with her.
While that was happening, Ignis and Sylphy looked at each other. Sylphy was about to say something, but she was stopped by Ignis.
"Don't even try or I'll skin you. Just because humans don't understand you it means I have to put up with your opinions. Shut up and let them enjoy this." Ignis warned the griffon.
They had both seen who had won. Their eyes were more capable than those of humans, but Ignis preferred to leave the result unknown. Sylphy didn't want to try her luck with Ignis. Immortality did not take away their ability to feel pain, and Ignis would surely roast her in seconds if she tests his patience.
Back to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore was incredulous. He had seen many things, but this one would possibly take the title of the most dangerous action made by a student at least this year.
"If things like this keep happening, I will die of a heart attack." The old man thought before receiving Fawkes in his arm. "My dear friend I think we might need your tears more than I expected," Dumbledore said before he took a seat again. He wouldn't talk to Minerva about this because he imagined her answer.
"In Quidditch, only those who defy the limits can be called champions." He remembered before imagining how many fractures the infirmary was going to have to treat this season of Quidditch.
Meanwhile, with Hagrid and Silvanus.
"Well, my dear students welcome back to the class for care for magical creatures. As I promised you in the previous class today, we will take the class with the keeper of keys and grounds, Ruberus Hagrid." Silvanus said while introducing Hagrid.
"Good afternoon, everyone. I am here because Professor Silvanus told me how many students in his classes had shown interest in learning about familiars after seeing some first-year students having some." Hagrid explained.
One of the students raises his hand.
"You have the word," Silvanus said.
"According to the laws of the Wizengamot several magical creatures are forbidden and having them without a permit is against the law. Why are these freshmen able to own such animals as pets?" Asked one of the students present in the room.
Hagrid smiled a little before answering. "It's true. Some laws prevent someone from possessing magical creatures without permission, but in the case of these students, these magical creatures are considered personal belongings under magical international laws that are considered above any laws of any country. It's like if they have a wand which can't be taken from them. If you tried to snatch a familiar from a person you would have a hard time because they should not be taken lightly, and it is also illegal to try to snatch a familiar from a sorcerer, magician or witch. Familiars are intelligent and not very common creatures outside the Asian continent because we on this side of the world are afraid of many of these creatures or do not know how to handle them." Hagrid explained sounding excited about the subject.
Another student raised his hand. Hagrid gave him the floor.
"Then anyone can have one?" I'm asking the boy.
"Yes and no. Familiars are guided by each person's magical energy and it may be that your destined familiar is on the other side of the world or has died before he or she met you. It could even be the fly he killed during lunch. Multiple familiars are possible for a person but finding them is the hard part. In the case of the Asian continent, I have heard of schools or families sending their sons and daughters to forests or other places with a group for months while looking for a magical or non-magical creature with which to form this bond. I tried it myself with several creatures and even when I got along with them, my magic didn't connect with them. You can be very close with your dog or cat, but that doesn't mean you're going to make him or her into an immortal creature by your side." Continued Hagrid.
"That's the danger of doing this. If someone is looking to create this bond with any animal, they find they can get into serious trouble." Silvanus said.
The students present argued with each other before raising their hands again.
"One at a time. Sarah, in the front." Silvanus said as he pointed to a girl sitting in front of him.
"What benefits does a familiar have besides having a pet?" The girl asked.
"They are not pets, but they have several benefits. Familiars are immortal until their companions die; base on the magic of their partners, familiars can develop different skills. They may change in size and even in certain cases look different than other members of their species. For example, in the Akua Kingdom (Hawaii of this world) the forces that tried to overthrow the royal family were exterminated for nearly a century thanks to a single warrior-shaman, Kamohoalii and his familiar, a fierce and enormous shark. Together they sank the ships of any stranger who tried to enter their islands with bad intentions. If you had guns or weapons on your boat, you'd suffer the consequences. After his death, many others seek to follow his legacy by getting their own familiars. This wreaked havoc on any foreigners who wanted to control the islands. Today the islands are still ruled by that same monarchy and although for the Muggles this story is a simple legend, Kamohoalii's actions are possibly still honored today by seeking new warriors who share this bond with the animals of the islands." Hagrid explained. His eyes shone full of joy as he was able to speak once more about his knowledge.
"It can't be true." Another student said.
"Is it's true, my dear Matthew. That is why the Akua kingdom is free from any influence. We don't normally educate any of you about this because it's dangerous for any who to try to do the same thing as these warriors. Some lost their lives by trying to copy Kamohoalii and form a bond with sharks around the islands." Silvanus explained.
Everyone was in shock. They never thought that in other parts of the world this was so different.
"Is there another case where a familiar has affected a country?" Another student asked.
"Well, I'm not sure if they were familiars, but in the case of the United States, the fact that the original thirteen colonies didn't spread further and when they forced to a peace treaty with the natives during the wars in North America was because the natives united under a single flag and used several magical creatures to defend themselves. It's written in their magic history books, though they don't necessarily call them familiars. Another case yet different is the Amazon region." Hagrid said before drawing a map of South America. "As you might know, 85% of the continent it is unusable by most Muggles and is considered a highly forbidden area. The reason is because the entire region is under the control and protection of many dryads or as locals call them "Spirits of Nature." Dryads are strong creatures and depending on where they live, they can be friendly or enemies of the Muggles. In the case of the Amazon, they are friendly if the Muggles and wizards know how to live with them in any other case the result is death. A dryad not only protects a forest or jungle, but it also allows it to grow stronger, governs it, and other animals who live within their land obey them."
The students in the class were silent. One by one he was thought of the little flower Neville Longbottom carried with him. "We're dead." They all thought to imagine how Neville could wipe out everyone with just his familiar.
"Hagrid, I think you broke them," Silvanus said.
"Just wait for a second," Hagrid said sounding mischievous.
"You never get tired of this," Silvanus said.
Suddenly, some of the students thought about what Hagrid had said. "They can change in size? But if so, the Harry Potter winged lizard is... "
"An adult dragon and possibly the same one of that night," Hagrid said knowing what they were thinking. He couldn't take it. He had waited for the students to start asking about familiars for that very reason. "How could I refuse to scare them all? It's been a long time since Hogwarts had a magical creature roaming the halls which can cause them fear. How to forget how many fled from Sirius Black's hippogriff." Hagrid thought.
Students should thank him for not telling them about a certain owl that has lived for a long time has the ability to enter and exiting the shadow of a certain teacher.
Minerva's office.
Osiris the owl and familiar of Minerva was sleeping next to Hedwig. The two slept calmly as Minerva continued with her paperwork of the day.
"I imagine it feels good to be able to sleep as much as you like and be completely carefree?" Minerva asked. She saw how her familiar who didn't seem to hear her in the slightest slept calmly and accompanied by a female without a care in the world.
It was good to be Osiris at that time.
*Author's notes: I'm not dead, just very tired. This chapter was meant to come out months ago and have at least 10,000 words, but my computer died. I lost the chapter and everything I'd written before, so I had to start from scratch. It took me months to take the time to write so I decided to make a chapter that was unrelated to the main plot and that only talked about the world in which the story takes place and how different it is from ours. In the next chapter, I will try to move the plot a little more and take out one or two more chapters before January 20. I'm almost out of college, so my mind can rest from so many things. Wait for the next chapter patiently.
*Someone opens the door *
A.S.: You fucking author, you thought you'd run away.
Author: Shit. See you next time. *