Harry Potter and the Forbidden Spell, a harry potter fanfic

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Chapter 1

We are at the big, wide, and mostly empty room of this academy. It is the place where we had our sleep over that time Hermione was kidnapped by a giant. So, while we were there, me, Ron, my best red head friend, and Ravenway were about to discuss about the paintings. I don't know why it bugged us so much, but those other paintings also did, at first glance, 'til now! I mean who in the world would not be annoyed by a talking fat woman who seems to always speak to you when she sees you! Now, there are two groups of paintings! One that is annoying, not at all inanimate, and another that is dark, truly creepy, and new!

Plus, it was night time! The room was so dark, so we lighted our wands, and casted a floating sleep in 'em.

"Creepy Paintings, right?," I told the group, as we started the long talk. "Yes, undescribable," said the young Weasley. "I'm used to it," says the vampire. "Basic Demonology 101". We stare at her. "What, a vamp's gotta know her history, right?!". We stopped our looks. "Let's explore, anyways. This is a different creeped out goosebump triggering case".

So, we dumbly explored. "I'm scared," says Ronald. "Either are we. Just keep going. It would be scarier if we leave those painting pieces." So, we went to the corridor. Those paintings-they're gone! "Guys, they just-disappeared! Maybe at night they do?!," I said. "This is, as you said, no time to panic," Ebony Darkness Ravenway says, as she turns into a bat. "I'll fly through the wall! I could phase through, 'ya know?," Darkness goes in. The corridor was at the isolated room of Hogwarts, so no one could see us. What me, Ron, and Darkness did there in the first place was to study bricks, and wood, oddly, for Architecture basics class. We were the only ones? Yes. Since we were specially assigned by the professor for this. Each of our groups consists of three students, with different tasks. We decided that room was empty, so we went. The less people, the easier, right? Wrong. The corridor was not shut down, but for some reason, unnoticed. It was in the right side of the building. The room, like where we are now, had a corridor, with scary, or creepy in anyway paintings which disappear every now and then.

We were just-there. Then, Ravenway uses, as she planned, an Accio spell. She summons the Paintings, so they could reappear. They didn't. Thought the invisibility spell was wearing off, the paintings still go invisible, for an unknown reason, every night. She retries another spell. "Paintings, as my friends hear, reappear! To remove their fear, Crystal clear. Go back to appearance, and why's the reason of your existence? Please, non-living what do you bring? As I say this poem and sing, you go back by my wing!," she chants. It still doesen't, sadly, work. "Let me try again!" "No, Ebony. You'll just hurt yourself." "No I won't!" "A third time, please?!" "Fine, for life's sake". "Last poem, okay?" "No," she shouts.

Chapter 2

"Réapparaître!". Still, the spell doesn't seem to work. Then, one of the wooden black doors in the corridor suddenly opens. It was the middle door near our group. The cobweb filled corridor gets lighted by a figure's lamp. It was a beautiful brown-haired young girl. It was no other than our friend Hermione. "That is not how you cast spells!," the pass spoke. "Let me try". "Accio!," she says, as the paintings reappear. "I tried that, and it didn't work at all!" "That's because you pronounced it wrong. It's ash-eowe."

"Oh thank goodness, you're here," I say to Hermione. "Well, I'm supposed to be a sidekick, ain't I?," the lady replies. The paintings are in a darker shade than usual, and so is the room. We four begin to be in terror. "Your wand's light!" "It's fading!". "Shine, wand!," Granger says. "It doesn't work!".

We form a circle, each getting closer to one another. Then, Darkness performs a ritual. She blinks, then her eye, at the next shot appears to be reddish, with a white glow. A diamond, with a star in the middle forms in the center of our floor. Then, she casts a spell that made the star grow bigger, and have more than 8 points in it. " Forcefield I would!," she says, covering us with a circular white aura. Ebony Darkness levitates in the air, causing the room to turn completely white. "Guys, we have to go!," she shouts. "I'll give each one of you a seal. You run with it." "Ok, guess we have no choice," says Ron. "Yeah, yeah," Hermione says. "No time to loose!"

We ran as fast as we could, then creatures with brown scaly skin, and large round closed eyes, and a spiky tail appear. "You had been warned of the Dark Arts!," they prophesize. "What?!," we were busily and curiously asking. We ran anyways, and Herrmione summons a magic sword. She slices each of the creatures. "How'd you know to do that?," we just asked. "What? Practice, I guess?".

"Our seals are disappearing!". Then, other freakish creatures, or monsters, ghosts, this time, green pealing skin run toward us. "Leave this corriddor!" they shout to our ears. "Ok!".

We left the hallway, and close the doors. Then, we hear an old voice. "Mr. Potter?," says Dumbledore. "Go back to your roomsdorms, for safety. I will not cast you anything, but luck that you sleep safely. I know about that room. The paintings? They're just paintings. I heard your screams".

We left sadly, walking slowly, but at the same time, not too slow. We slept. I, as my eyes were slowly closing, yawned a deep, wide one. In my eyes, there was nothing but pitch black darkness. Then, a purple glow, as if it was a shade in an abstract painting. The glow fades away, and a blurry sight replaced it. As my sleeping eyes were dreamingly opened, I see a professor with a long red cape with a collar, then somewhat poofy pants, scarlet colored, which seemed like jogging pants from afar. He, as most no-maj interpretations of wizards were, had a trimmed, whiting beard, with brown strands. "So, it's you? Youre the boy? A lightning scar, and split dark hued bangs?"

"Yes, Sir. Obvious isn't it?," I told him back. "I mean, I've met a lot of wizards lightning bolt scars. One in the eye, the other at his chest, painful if touched."

"Oh, sorry for confusion. I, by the way, am the high lord wizard, of the magical council. I used a spell to talk to you, in my dreams. I'd come to deliver this spell approximately 300 years after my doom. Why now, you ask? This is the day the forbidden spell was used on me. I have accidentally use this form of magic to activate three hundred years later, since my enemy blocked me of when I was casting it, and I managed to temporarily send the villain in my amulet, before my last breath. This is the time period where my message is sent, hence, it's also the year the enemy is freed, 'cause I also set his encasement this year, sorry." Then, as my sight got so very better, everything was back to their original colors. High wiz disappeared, and so did the spell- but there was a writing; one that I should read, the letter's heading says, on an important faceoff.

Chapter 3

I refused to read the letter to it's full extent, and wanted to keep it, though. Until my friends find out about it, then I'll read it. Blackness was in my mind. The night was getting cold, so I tucked in, with my blanket.

The next day, the first thing I saw was the sun at my window, so bright, and the peach Dawn sky. It was a beautiful sight to behold, one that knock-knocked my morning. Stepping out, I changed my pajamas to my uniform, doing my routine. I went out my door, breathing in and out, trying to forget about my dream last night, but wanting to explore it at the same time. My emotions we're fighting one another, as I think it's dangerous to read the letter, but am curious of what it holds. I mean, why would high wizard give it specifically to me?! Me, out of all the young wizard lads he could have gave. After all, I know I'm not the only quote unquote chosen one. What if it really has to do with me? My past- before I was scared.

I got out the door, walking down the hall way, bringing my books with me. Then, I bumped a pale, skinny lady. My books fell. "Watch where you're going will yo- wait, I'm sorry, my fault, this is. I'll pick all your books and notebooks up," says Luna Lovegood. "Oh, it's fine, sorry I was in a rush. Ain't I late for the talk with Professor McGonagall?" We were going to have a class talk, with McGonagall, reguarding our current issues in class, like our first-hand offence sneaking outside our dorms last night, called upon by Professor Dumbledore. "Oh, not at all. McGonagall is giving us free time to roam up to these halls, as of now, at least. Our first five min- wait, what time is it?," Lovegood shares. "Its, umm- a quarter to eight in the morning," I inform her. "Almost eight already?! How long is five minutes?! I'll make an excuse letter to McGonagall for our tardiness! While you, just stay looking innocent, to make up for our lateness. "Oh-okay," I say in a non-problematic voice.

We both walk on our ways, just a little pace faster than a pushed bag. She held my hand, briefly only though, and let go when we both saw the sign in the side of the room's door. 'Basic Wizardry reviews'. She was ahead of me, at the door. "Good morning, Professor, sorry we're quite the late. I made a handwritten note for you, in case we were that late!," Luna tells the Professor. "Ms. Lovegood, and Mr. Potter, it's no matter. Just pay attention of the time next time," tells her to us, back. "Thank you Professor Mcagonagall," I say. Then, as I had a thought of, the class gossiped and reacted to us going in together. "Potter and Lovegood together?!," shares Draco Malfoy to the class. "We're not together! Just now, though," I scream at him. They smile, even Ron. Lovegood was pale at her forehead, though, not cheek, or is it cause she's just pale. Whatever, our class begins. About the class- Professor McGonnagal 'jumped topics', and she mentioned someone named Leta Lestrange, I know-Lestrange as in Bellatrix "Death-Eater" Lestrange. She mentioned her because she relates us with her frequent cutting of classes. I could've sworn to her I just woke up late, is it too goshing much to ask?! And Lestrange out of all.. Her bloodline?!

Immediately after class, I found a scrambled piece of paper in the floor. It read "Delphi Voldemort", I mean- Bellatrix just got mentioned, like, how much people are gonna come visiting me with their own problems? About it, I continued reading just the first part since the rest was uttered non sense to even the craziest of wizards. She mentioned that she's here since she got lost in a spell she cast, and she needs my help. How do I trust someone with the dark wizards last name? It's the last thing I'd do, even if the ministry of magic takes me out of school. So, I kept in touch with the paper in case Sr. Voldemort accuses me of daughter-napping. As I went to my room-

Mid-Chapter Three:

The written accounts of Lumina Sunkist

If you are reading this, this might be my last inspiring, or in this case, urgent letter.

I am not in any way attacked by a dark witch nor wizard, nor am I under some hex. I am indeed leaving, err, for good. For reasons unknown to anyone, without any known documentation, obviously not even in this very letter, I am beginning to light my wand up as I finish this very letter. I am departing for everyone's safety. Remember what I said about a dark mage earlier? It is not for my word sake, but her glory's own. So, I decide, that this is the best dedication that I could ever make. The consequences to this are of my own, not anyone's. I'm sorry if anyone cares for me, as I leave. Lastly, I'm sure not to come back, and my words are strong enough to put an end to her, too malevolent reign.

Chapter 4

I'm in the personal library, down to our dorm, and decided to do some self-justice. "Nulohamora," I cast to the piece of paper, which gives way to a shelf opening, and locking itself, with the only trace of the sheet being a symbol linked with it, carved onto the wood, with glow showing. As I took my stairway up, I got in only to find Hermione, Ron, and Ebony in it. Looks like the made a duplicate of my key with a modified Alohamora. "Har, since first period is over, why don't we stay here for a bit," Ron says, only for Hermione to agree. "Har? When did that happen?!, I look to Darkness for counsel. "I think it suits you more than I'm called Ebony Darkness Dementia Ravenway," which sort of gives me better luck. "Anyway let's have a group study, since next class we'll have to memorise spells by designated number, in the modern clear file spell book," Her begins to mumble. "Oh yeah!," the next-to-answer Ron says. "I almost forgot even-," I tell to. "Let's just chill, I mean I'm forced to know the 'ancient language of Dracolis," Ravenway tells us regarding her culture. "Oh come on, guys?! Don't you get it? We should be more serious, since we might need this! The school isn't called for wizarding for no reason! We need it in case we do, like as a last resort in a battle between Oracolia, if she strikes again. Last time, we didn't actually beat her, it turns out. She's far more powerful, and she just shelled herself in an invisible crystal prison, when she 'disappeared' in the battle for Dementia. Oh no, I'm off, aren't I?," she stops.

"Let's go study," I say, being the one that actually listens to her as I know it benefits me, even if I'm on a side quest to do what I'm needing to.

List of spells in chapter:

*Nulohamora- a counter to Alohamora. It encases an item, or a lock to keep it. Alohamora cannot counter it back, unless the caster does it, since that's the whole point of the spell.

*Duplocato- doubles keys or locks.

Terms:

*Dracolis- the ancient people of Pennsylvania

*Spells by designate- a modern organised database for spells in numerical order, for when it was first discovered. A binary code.

We were getting there, deeper through the lesson. An alarm enchantment made it through our room, and told us it was time for our next class. We closed all our charts, and felt that some time was lacking. "Pause," I stopped it, via command prompt. Everything stopped. Now the time ticked down slower. It was just enough time to get us to study. "What did you do?!," complained the girls. "I just did what I had to?," I replied. "This is why we get in trouble," says Ron, and Hermione in unison. Then, a creature went by, with a malicious look to it. "Time Wart!," Hermione almost as if screamed higher, as she recognised the seen creature. "What is it?!," I asked. "Well, only a time wary!," she said with a dose of sarcasm. As soon I replied, "What do you mean?,". "This is why even in tests you know but nothing," she said as if she knew everything. "A time wart appears as a warning if you do an illegal time spell, in school at least. That sluggish creature is the reason we're in trouble apparently. As soon as a teacher stumbles across it by ground we're done for," she tells. "Well I'll stop the spell," I told, to resolve it all. "Doing so will only make it worse," says the Ron we all know. "I'll use the spell to reverse it," I mummed. "You can't. There's no such of an accident removal spell," says Her-mione. "Let's just study, we're in trouble for sorta cutting classes anyway," she ended with. "A time wart;" an unknown boy said, entering the room. He had dark red hair, and fairly dark skin. "Who are you?!," we gazed at him. "It is not very important who I am," he said, as we felt a strong force circling around his stature. "A force outside magic itself," added him. "You very well mean there are creatures existing without magic with this such power?," ask each one. "Yes. Yes indeed," his words were. "As you know now, there are beasts not by pure myth," he was to end. "Iradicatescense!," he casted. As by chance, the creature was astoundingly- by question gone. "I did you a favour," the mysterious boy said to us. "Still- we are left with one question," we tell him. "I will just return you back to your original time frame," he said now. "Back-to-time!," he finishes the casting. Then suddenly, just like that, we were all back in our true selves.

Spells in mid chapter:

*Iradicatescense- a powerful spell used to completely vaporize any living thing. Can only be brought back by the caster himself.

*Back-to-time- a fancy sounding tip-of-the-tongue spell. It is powerful, though. It can be utilized in toying with the sands of time.

Terms:

*Time frame- the frame of the time which the spell is cast. It acts as a timer, or cool down to spells, and is also used as a term to bring you back to you original time being.

The O.W.L tests were approaching, so we had to go to our study a lot. We also had reviews from the best of hogwarts' tutors.

At night, another marvellous deed approached me. It was a stone having "magus" encarved.

Mid-Chapter 4:

The Written Accounts of J. Chaucer (Ministry of Magic)

Hello there. This is the backpage of the other account, is it not? If is not the case, then this must be the wrong person, flawed plan. Going on, hi! The High Wizard wants to send you a message if in case you meet anyone too bright for a dark day, and my magic should be enough (as with your dream), and if it is, it's probably not me (you'll find out).

Look for a piece of paper at the Diagonal Alley mini library (it's not much of a pain, really.) You'll find Mana there.

We're having a special class today. It's called "Modified Flying," where we learn how to fly with different methods than the common broom. With one cast, we launch in the air in a spark of magic blast, and teleport away. It is in this class that I was most curious about, and so was Hermione, as we chatted from earlier. It's really useful, for a couple of reasons. As class began, our teacher marked from 10 to 1, and we raced with our methods.

I also got a backup for my wand, as I was told by High Lord Wizard in my dream that the threat I was facing was far beyond our forces. My new wand had a wooden composition, having holes and tears around it, with golden powders, and pure gold being exposed at its numerous spots, it having a gold core on itself. I more of reserved this wand for a special duel.

Meanwhile, the letters of Delphi also began to add up, as if she had some connection to all of this.

As class ended, we went to the Frey hall, where we met up with Ebony. She told us that she saw a lady run toward about outside near the dinner halls. She also saw a flash of light. The clues just keep adding up, and adding up, however, we had not a word about the Painting incident since then, along with the monsters we haven't an idea off. The dark arts users' connection to the paintings were long unanswered. We had to look for them ourselves. "I also got a letter entitled to you, from 'Delphi Voldemort'," says the girl Vampire. "Delphi? How do you-"

"You've seen these before?", she asks. "Yes," I respond. "You've seen these and you haven't told us?!," asks Hermione. "Well, it's his thing to solve, we aren't to mingle around," Ron says. "Remember the paintings? Those were our problems," says Hermione. "I don't know Delphi or who she is nor where she is from. I just know that she isn't wouldn't be a threat,". "Wouldn't be-", Hermione asks. "Let's not go on, shalln't we?," Ron speaks up.

"But, remember what— what was said to us- we weren't safe. She, as a Voldemort, might be able to be strong enough to defeat who knows who. She might be all we need," says Ravenway. "But she also might be strong enough to pursue us. But the boy, the blue-haired boy we saw in the time wart's realm- he was quite powerful, and I'll say even more powerful than Dumbledore in his prodigy. But, the Death Eaters, they-," Hermione makes a point on. "Let's say this is all their game, and we need to be protected. We need to be the center, the King and Queen. The boy is the knight and horse, our trump card is the High Lord Wizard, in the other side of the board are Oracolia, and Nagini. We also need, if us centerpieces are so important, people like Professor Dumbledore, or anyone powerful, really, as a pawn," I speak suggestively. High Lord Wizard also told me about someone named Mana, so she must have had a role. By the way, the counterpart of the Frey hall, the Freya's hall, situated outside our school, in some distance, is home to Summer classes when you get "banished" from Hogwarts, or to an actual extent when you don't perform good enough, or if you just enroll there, and it is also home to a house only created for that franchise of our school, named the Haeynas.

After the incident that occurred 3 years ago (nearing to four, even five), they've decided to keep what's left of our fight with Oracolia (her purple thick robes, and her head wrappings). It's now placed in a highly guarded chamber, in which it is encased in ward crystal, the chamber located deepest in the Freya hall, outside Hogwarts School of Witchery and Wizarding. I still believe that the Paintings have some connection to Oracolia, and we'll discover it. But, so far, no clues have been sent to me in any way. If Professor Dumbledore is preventing us from returning to the paintings, how else would we find it out, unless we take action ourselves. The only connection I can make out are the abundance of Dark Wizards in the paintings.

When nightfall came, we headed back to our common rooms. We were all Griffindor, so we had no problem, though Darkness Dementia doesn't sleep at night, so she goes to other dorms. "Goodnight, don't let the darkness surrounding us bite," Ron said jokingly to sleep. We all went sleeping. I've not been having dreams anymore lately, so I'll probably won't be sent a mental message from High Lord Wiz. I'm also worried of what I should do next, but I plan to search for more answers about Mana, and our textbooks can sometimes have some other things.

Meanwhile, the letters of Delphi also began to add up, as if she had some connection to all of this.

"But, remember what— what was said to us- we weren't safe. She, as a Voldemort, might be able to be strong enough to defeat who knows who. She might be all we need," says Ravenway. "But she also might be strong enough to pursue us. But the boy, the blue-haired boy we saw in the time wart's realm- he was quite powerful, and I'll say even more powerful than Dumbledore in his prodigy. But, the Death Eaters, they-," Hermione makes a point on. "Let's say this is all their game, and we need to be protected. We need to be the center, the King and Queen. The boy is the knight and horse, our trump card is the High Lord Wizard, in the other side of the board are Oracleya, and Nagini. We also need, if us centerpieces are so important, people like Professor Dumbledore, or anyone powerful, really, as a pawn," I speak suggestively. High Lord Wizard also told me about someone named Mana, so she must have had a role. By the way, the counterpart of the Frey hall, the Freya's hall, situated outside our school, in some distance, is home to Summer classes when you get "banished" from Hogwarts, or to an actual extent when you don't perform good enough, or if you just enroll there, and it is also home to a house only created for that franchise of our school, named the Haeynas. This lead me to believe that the person referenced in the letter, Lumina Sunkist has some connection with the origin of this house. It makes sense, since she is so important, and influential anyway.

The wizard world had a lot of libraries, Atleast local stores, and there were some ancient ones. When we talked to Oracolia, she told us about a prophecy, which I've seen in a book. A wizard, a vampire, and a mentor. It was so clear that it was about us, and it still might be. It's just that, the pieces are starting to connect. The first chess game was about us, and now- I can only start to imagine. I don't even have to listen to the specific fortune of Oracolia. It could be about any other

Writing.

The wizard, the Vampire, and the mentor will restore the wrongs of the past, causing eternal peace. But, darkness rises, and now is stronger than ever. Our discovery of the paintings only adds even more to it, the dark wizards and witches. Death Eaters.

Today, I'm gonna look for Mana Lunakist at the Alleyway library. I'm curious on how she'll turn out to be, though I have an idea. Oracolia's theme seemed to be Purple and Pink, and the letter Sir Chauncer gave me was unscripted in blue and black, and it had shades of night, so she may have something to do with it, not to mention her surname is "Lunakist". Like in direct correlation to Lumina's "Sunkist". Also, when we were in Haeyna, we were told legends that Lady Sunkist is the only one strong enough to actually lay a finger at Oracolia, and she was the "daughter of Freya". Well, we know that J. Chauncer is on their level, and he fought some dark wizard and survived, trapped. The time kid was quite powerful, too, with his spell, which disintegrated entities existing outside time with no effort. We all felt his strength, and it was chilling. Even Hermione didn't know about the spell, and she looks deep into them, and magic entirely. Now she's studying his hand movements and trying to recreate the spell, despite the obvious danger. But, it could be handy against this battle up ahead, which I'm afraid is not worth her. My new wand had is advantages, but it was not as powerful as my previous one. But I know I needed it, hence our connection.