Fairborn Adventures
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Chapter 87
May 20th, 1978
Incantations were repeatedly whispered under shallow, quick breaths. All around him his peers tilted from one foot to the other, nervously fidgeting with their fingers or closing their eyes, lips reciting long sentences of theoretical frameworks.
'Why are they all fretting so much? It's even worse than for the OWLs.' Harry caught Marlene's amused expression just before the giant oak doors opened with a scrape.
Rows upon rows of neat tables, each with a simple wooden chair standing behind it, stretched underneath the summer sky-blue ceiling of the Great Hall.
He followed the flow of seventh-year students from all Houses as they swarmed inside, tracking Marlene's blonde curls towards some empty chairs to the far right.
They each sat down, facing the staff table at the end of the Hall where Professor McGonagall and Flitwick stood.
Harry leaned sideways, a teasing grin curling his lips: "Good luck, love."
"You might have perfected the practical applications, but you must have forgotten that I'm the one doing better on any theory parts..." Marlene blew him a kiss: "Don't pout too much when I get a better score, love..."
"Silence and no more talking!" The amplified voice of his Head of House swallowed his reply. He gave the blonde's hand one last squeeze before turning back to the front.
"You may begin now, good luck!" McGonagall turned over an enormous hourglass on the desk beside her, on which were also spare quills, ink bottles, and rolls of parchment.
'Let's get those NEWTs then, shall we...' He twirled the slim quill between his fingers and flipped over the page:
"A) Elaborate what branches of Elemental Transfiguration are most affected by Gamp's Law and explain each of the Five Exemptions."
"B) Demonstrate why even to this date, the First Exemption to Gamp's Law is still heavily debated among the professional community of transfiguration practitioners."
'My mother can make good food appear out of thin air.'
A distant memory of Ron swirled in his mind. Harry dibbed the quill into his ink pot and began writing with a faint smile.
'Well, Conjurations and Transfigurations are, without doubt, the most affected branches.' Harry scribbled down a few of his reasons and main ideas: 'And as for the five exemptions, this is basically just a repetition of some of the more advanced OWL material.'
He lifted the tip of the quill and paused briefly, turning over his line of argumentation for the second part of the question.
'Common parlance is that Gamp's First Exemption refers to food, however, it is the creation of true life that is exempt from elemental conjurations. Water or wine can be conjured, as can fruits or vegetables. Yet, any conjured animal is merely a complex, but still imperfect replica of life. They will not grow and cannot reproduce, therefore they don't have any life cycle and by extension, can't be defined as truly living.'
He read through his answer, deciding to add another example for clarity: 'If one was to transfigure a stone into a chicken and cook it, it would provide no nourishment since its texture isn't even edible on a molecular scale. I would advise against consuming it...'
'That should do.' Harry nodded satisfied. He dubbed the quill into the inkpot and turned to his next question.
It was about two hours later that McGonagall eventually raised her voice again: "Your time is up! Please, place down your quills and vacate your seats!"
McGonagall flourished her wand and summoned the exam paper from the tables, each row forming a neat, perfectly aligned stack next to her. 'Better than Flitwick's attempt.'
Harry stood up, flexing his knuckles and stretching his sore limbs above his head.
"How did it go for you?" He placed an arm around Marlene's waist as they walked out of the Great Hall and placed a kiss on the side of her head.
"As expected," the blonde shrugged and leaned her head against his shoulder with a small sigh: "With all the magic I've seen and even performed myself over the last few years, something like Gamp's Laws of Elemental Transfiguration doesn't seem too exciting anymore."
Harry chuckled, leading her out into the courtyard: "It does lose some of its appeal, doesn't it?"
"All these frameworks, theories, and scientific models..." Marlene shook her head in amusement: "They attempt to simplify something that doesn't need simplification. Magic is... just, well, magic, it has always been and will always be..."
"Well, princess, not all of us have such an intuitive understanding of magic." Sirius' voice rang shortly behind them in a burst of laughter: "Some of us still have a need for spells instead of pointing our wand at something and immediately seeing desired results..."
'He's not wrong.' Harry contemplated the matter: 'I'm using less and less actual spells in favor of letting my intent guide my magic. When was even the last time I used a summoning charm instead of just flicking my wand?'
"Have you ever given it a try?" Turning around, Harry and Marlene paused their step to allow Sirius, James, and Lily to catch up to them.
"Back in second year I tried to get my beetle to crawl up to McGonagall and hide underneath her hat. I didn't know a spell for it, so I simply held out my wand and imagined it." Sirius grinned sheepishly.
"Oh, I remember that lesson." Lily rolled her eyes: "Your beetle crawled over to my table and into my shoes instead. I hope your detention was worth it..."
"How did Transfiguration go for you two?" Lily asked as they reached the edge of the Castle's grounds and sat down in the grass across the Whomping Willow. "I'm assuming neither of you had any issues?"
"Can't say so, no." Marlene nestled between his spread legs, leaning back against his chest so that Harry could circle his arms around her and intertwine their fingers. "Harry will be pouting like a child that didn't get his way once we get our results, though..."
"It was a pretty fair exam." James eyed the trunk of the large, gently-swaying willow tree with a small, sad smile. "I still struggle to believe that Moony isn't here with us anymore." His shoulder sagged with a deep sigh: "Remus, more than anyone else, deserved to finish his NEWTs after everything he's been through and suffered during his time at this school."
"He'd be making sure we're using our short break to study for the next exam, probably testing us as he did back in our first few years." Sirius attempted a weak grin and tugged his hands around his knees: "I miss him a lot..."
'I can't say I share the sentiment too much.' Harry let his hands roam through Marlene's golden curls, watching the sun dance in their depths: 'When there's a dream in reach, a sunset to conquer, then everything minor just fades in the background. No wonder Voldemort became so powerful, there had been no other distraction for him...'
"I miss Florence as well." Marlene stirred, plucking a flower from the grass and twirling it between her fingers: "I wouldn't even mind any of her teasing remarks right now. I'd endure hours of her ridiculing me for not talking to Harry earlier, only to see that sparkle in her eyes again."
A few seconds of silence passed until James spoke up again: "They've been taking from us too early, both of them. We-" he gritted his jaw, eyes flickering to the redhead leaning against his shoulder, "-we have to do something about this..."
'Joining Dumbledore's Order won't help.'
"Have any of you kept an eye on Peter while we were gone?" Harry asked.
"I've been checking in on him with the Map occasionally." Sirius' eyes darkened a shade: "During the day he's mostly all by himself or studying with some 'Puffs in the library. He's spent more time there in the last four weeks than in all his previous years combined."
"What about Rosier?" Marlene tore out the blossoms from the flower one by one, letting them rain onto the lab of her skirt: "Are they still in contact?"
"Not during the day. Whatever's going on between them isn't public knowledge to anyone," James muttered: "But we've witnessed them meeting in abandoned classrooms later at night, shortly before curfew a few times already."
"Most concerning is that he does it even though he knows we have the Map and watch him," Sirius added with a grimace: "I don't like it all. His knowledge of the Castle is on par with ours, perhaps even better with how much time he spent exploring. An asset like that wrapped around the finger of a Death Eater..."
"We don't know if Elana Rosier is truly a Death Eater yet," Lily chimed in, biting her bottom lip: "But I don't disagree with the rest you've said, Sirius."
"The two of you will have to be very careful staying at the Castle next term," Marlene said directed to James and Lily: "Many purebloods will take offense to a muggle-born being given the opportunity to start not only one but two masteries under very esteemed professors."
"I won't let anyone harm a single strand of red hair on Lily's head." James placed an arm around her protectively and pulled her in.
Marlene slowly turned in his lap and shot Harry a long look. Inspiration suddenly struck. 'I haven't actually thought about this...'
"Tell us if you think there's something suspicious going on." Harry chose his words carefully: "If you overhear the staff talking about anything of note, anything connected to Death Eater, for example, you can always let us know."
Lily gulped: "And you will- "
"-take care of it." Marlene smiled and tossed golden curls over her shoulder. She brushed the torn-out blossoms from multiple flowers off her skirt before gracefully rising from Harry's lap. "Let's return to the Great Hall. We have our practical in Charms soon."
They climbed back up the gentle slope and strolled over the courtyard back inside. A larger group of students was already waiting in line in front of the giant oak doors.
A few minutes later Flitwick's head peeked outside: "Alderton, Jasmine - Black, Sirius - Cattermole, Richard."
"Wish me luck, boys and girls." Sirius allowed James to pat him on the back before he strode into the Great Hall with a confident grin.
A few minutes later Lily's name was called, followed eventually by Marlene's.
"Remember, the examiners are rather old, Harry." Marlene stood on her tiptoes and pecked his lips: "Whatever you show them, make sure they can recover from it..."
Tossing her long braid over her shoulder, she vanished behind the doors.
"The two of us really couldn't have picked any better witches, could we?" James grinned, running a hand through his hair with a chuckle.
"No, I don't think we could've," Harry nodded. "Let's make sure we take good care of them."
"Lily is the best thing that ever happened to me." James swallowed: "I'd protect her with my life."
"I know you would." Harry held his father's gaze: 'But this time you won't need to.'
"Parkinson, Gawain - Peverell, Harry - Potter, James." Flitwick's squeak sounded from the door.
"Good luck, mate." James shot him one last nod before trotting behind the Slytherin that had been called with them.
"Professor Tofty is free, Mr. Peverell."
'Of course he is,' Harry chuckled in amusement.
Flitwick pointed Harry towards a familiar old and bald examiner, who was sitting behind a small table in a far corner, a short distance from Professor Marchbanks, who was halfway through testing Harry's fiancé.
He approached Professor Tofty, who was intently watching Marlene. The blonde gracefully flourished her wand through the air and manipulated the trajectories of several bright orbs of lights that floated around her.
'And she told me not to make a big show...'
"Uhm, sir?" Harry cleared his throat.
"Wha- what?" Professor Tofty, who had been completely lost watching Marlene in wonder, stared up at him." Oh, Peverell, is it?" He quickly consulted his notes and peered over his pince-nez at Harry. "The famous hero of Hogsmeade? A shame I didn't have the honor during your OWLs."
"You'll examine my NEWT work so you still got the better end of the deal than your colleague, sir," Harry smiled.
"Rather confident, aren't we?" He chuckled in his quavery old voice, "That's good I suppose, no need to be nervous... Now, I have this ingenious muggle toy with me here-" He pointed to his desk, where several small rings of different sizes and colors were stacked on a thin wooden pole, with an empty pole standing right across it. "I'd like you to use several simultaneously applied levitation charms to rearrange the rings."
"Color or size, sir?" Harry let the Elder Wand slip into his palm and eyed the contraption with a smile.
Tofty chuckled: "Size first, please. You may do it for color afterward. Points are subtracted if the rings collide in mid-it air or if dropped."
'I think I'll manage.' He flicked his wand, levitating each of the rings one by one while keeping the previous hovering. A second flick and the rings spun around, arranging themselves in a neat stack that ranged from the largest at the bottom to the smallest on top."
"Which way around do you prefer, sir? Small at the bottom or the top?" Harry twisted his wrist and easily alternated the formation.
"What marvelous control!" Tofty cheered, eyes wide in amazement when the rings never collided in mid-air, no matter how often Harry switched their placement: "The largest at the bottom will do. I don't think I'll need to see you rearrange them according to their color anymore either. Instead- "
A bright, white light suddenly seared Harry's vision. 'Did she really- "
Horse neighing, along with shouts of shock and amazement rang over to him. 'Yep, she did...'
The source of the light suddenly appeared in front of him. Marlene's majestic Granian flapped its ethereal wings, standing on its rear legs with a long, shiny mane floating gracefully down its slender neck.
The patronus edged in on Harry's face and continuously licked his cheek with a cool, misty tongue.
"Okay, okay..." Harry chuckled: "Will you let me finish my examination if I conjure you a playmate?"
The Granian studied him with large calculating eyes before throwing its head back in a neigh.
"I take that as a yes... Here you go." He fixed Marlene's pink lips and soft smile in front of his inner eye and let the love fill his every vein: "Expecto Patronum!"
He felt the stares of dozens of other students and examiners on his neck when his Thestral joined the Granian in a playful dance as they took to the sky. They galloped higher and higher, and eventually vanished within the blue, cloudless ceiling of the Great Hall.
"I'm terribly sorry for the interruption, sir." Harry turned back to Tofty who still had his head thrown back, glancing up in amazement.
"No matter, no matter, Mr. Peverell. Let's just mark it down as a small change in the sequence of tasks I was about to ask of you anyway." Professor Tofty made a few crosses on his note sheet: "Now where were? Ah, yes... " Tofty eyed him with child-like excitement: "How good are your animations, Mr. Peverell?"
"Passable, I suppose." The ghost of a smile tucked the corner of Harry's lips.
"I had hoped so." Tofty laughed: "I'd like you to animate something for me, please."
"Of course." Harry nodded, waiting expectantly to be handed an inanimate object.
When Tofty didn't move for several seconds he sighed: "You didn't bring anything else for me did you?"
"Why should I," the Examiner grinned and gestured around: "A well-accomplished wizard like you should be able to find something around here. Just try not to disrupt the other examinations too much. I would make myself rather unpopular among my colleagues."
"Now, we wouldn't want that, would we?" Harry twirled his wand between his fingers and studied the surrounding area in the Great Hall: 'But what could I animate in here?'
An idea took shape and he spun his wand in slow intrinsic patterns. His magic spread out over the stone tiles to his feet like a tide of water, coating the tiny joints and cracks underneath.
Bringing his wand a tad higher, dust started twirling from the floor in gentle spirals, dancing like tiny particles in the warm light. He curled his fingers around the cool wood and propelled the particles inwards, collecting them into an ever-growing, swirling cloud of thick gray dust.
'And now...' A small smile graced his lips as he poured more magic through the Elder Wand. 'Storytime...'
The cloud of dust twisted and wrenched itself apart, forming three, faceless, stick-like figures that walked down a path, narrowing in on a volatile river of floating dust.
"This is incredible, Mr. Peverell!" Tofty cheered, crouching down to study the tiny details. His eyes were wide in marvel as he followed their path: "In all my years as an examiner I have never seen anything like this before!"
"The story has only just begun, Professor." Harry chuckled and flicked his wand: "Sit back and relax."
Each of the figures paused at the river and pulled a thin stick of dust from within their body. With combined efforts, they conjured a bridge of vines that burst forth from the ground and allowed them to cross the dangerous waters.
"Mr. Peverell, are you trying-" Tofty's eyes fell on the old, ancient-looking elder tree that stood near the riverbank and he fell silent.
The tree crumbled to ash and wrenched into a tall, hooded figure that bowed low to the three stickmen in greeting.
'Now the story can truly pick up...'
The surrounding silence made him glance over his shoulder. Already, Harry caught several other examiners and students staring at his creation. 'Looks like I got some spectators.'
Having finished assessing Marlene, Professor Marchbanks even hurried over and crouched down next to Tofty, following the story with the very same marvelous expression on her wrinkled face.
"It's The Three Brothers," she chuckled in joy. "I doubt that even Albus showed as much control when I took his NEWTs..."
Harry allowed the play to continue. The cloaked figure handed out three tiny items, one to each of the stickmen before it crumbled to black dust that rained down on the stone tiles.
Spinning his wand like a conductor's baton, the animation followed the journey of each of the Three Brothers. It finished with a set of skeleton-like wings that spread from Death's back as he lifted off with the Third Brother before they vanished in a puff of dust
"And as equals, they left this world," Professor Marchbanks whispered, her hand trembling around the walker she used in support.
"Or so they say..." Harry let the Elder Wand slide back into his sleeve while a rather awkward silence settled over the Great Hall, all eyes turned to him.
Then someone clapped to his left.
"What a fascinating piece of magic, my boy," the Headmaster strolled around him, coming to a halt next to the two examiners, blue eyes twinkling madly. "I suppose it was only a matter of time until someone broke my records..."
Harry struggled for a response while three aged, wrinkled faces took him in, studying him for a few seconds.
"That will be all, Mr. Peverell."
June 11th, 1978
Owls were issued at regular intervals from the nearby post office as he strolled over a cobblestone street towards the town's less popular inn. A battered wooden sign hung from a rusty bracket over the door, with a picture upon it of a wild boar's severed head leaking blood onto the white cloth around it.
'No wonder he has so few customers. Most students are probably too scared to even enter.' The sign creaked in the wind as Albus approached the door.
The smell of goats invaded his nostrils once he entered the small, dingy, and rather dirty room. Just as he remembered, the bay windows were so encrusted with grime that very little daylight could permeate the room, which was lit instead with the stubs of candles sitting on rough wooden tables.
'And once they enter, they probably turn on the spot and start running.'
"Albus, it's been a while since I've last seen you here, brother..."
"Good day, Aberforth." The Headmaster cheerfully strolled towards the counter, meeting a set of calculating blue eyes head-on: "How have you been? How's business?"
"A bit better, now that the village has made it into the papers for almost three consecutive weeks. The muggles are right, you know. All publicity is good publicity," Aberforth muttered: "Still, I had two bloody dementors hovering right at my door and my patronus is still a bit rusty. I suppose I should thank the Peverell lad and his girlfriend for pulling them away and dealing with them. You must be very proud of your students..."
"They're actually engaged by now but yes, I'm incredibly proud of them both..." Albus forced a smile on his lips: "In fact, I'm pretty sure at least one of them broke my NEWT records in several classes when they've been assessed last week."
"Hah, that calls for some celebration." Aberforth chuckled and raised a glass for a toast: "My ingenious brother has finally been pushed from the number one spot."
"I'd consider a butterbeer while waiting for my guest but I'm not too sure about the hygiene standard of your pub." He let his gaze roam over the dirty glasses and racks his brother wiped the counter with: "Every year I marvel that the Ministry hasn't shut your place down yet."
"Your guest is upstairs. Room four!" Aberforth murmured, tossing the rack into a nearby bin: "And please don't let me know if you need anything. Just conjure it yourself with your brilliant mind..."
"Thank you very much," Albus chuckled: "Have a good day, brother!"
Aberforth muttered something incomprehensible under his breath while Albus headed over to the corner of the room, where a dusty staircase led to the upper floor. Loud creaks of wood accompanied him with each step until he reached the dimly lit hallway.
Albus paused in front of the room that had the gold paint of the letter four almost crumbling from the dirty wallpaper. Announcing himself, he knocked twice, before twisting the handle and stepping inside.
A single figure, draped in thick scarfs despite the warm late May weather stood at the window, peeking outside.
"Ms. Trelawney?" Albus probed after she showed no visible reaction to his entrance: "I apologize for joining you a bit earlier-"
"I knew you'd arrive early, Headmaster," she spoke in an ethereal, mystic voice, now slowly turning to face him: "But since we were not supposed to meet for almost another two years, a few minutes will hardly make a difference now..."
Albus felt too startled to speak as he took her in. A gauzy, spangled shawl covered the entire neck of the thin woman in front of him. Her arms and hands were encrusted with bangles and rings. Her eyes were magnified to an enormous size behind her glasses.
"Ye- yes... " Albus cleared his throat: "I suppose I won't matter then..."
He attempted to break the awkward silence that had settled in the small room: "May I call you Sybill for the remainder of our meeting? I'm aware it is one of the many irritating things about old teachers, but I am afraid that they never quite forget their charges' youthful beginnings."
"That is acceptable, Headmaster. Names are so interesting, aren't they? You, especially, should heed those with a dishonest name," Sybill Trelawney replied in the same mystic voice: "Still, I thank you for accepting my call."
'I'm starting to regret it already.'
"You're very welcome, my dear. Though I admit that the subject of Divination is not one I myself am too familiar with. Still, it'd be foolish to outright dismiss the request of an applicant who is the great-great-granddaughter of a very famous and very gifted Seer," Albus smiled invitingly. He pulled his wand and drew two simple chairs in mid-air, offering one to Sybill before taking a seat himself.
"How about we start by addressing your desire to return to Hogwarts and teach young witches and wizards," Albus suggested: "I'm interested to hear what made you apply for this post in the first place?"
"It was not my decision to make, Headmaster," Sybill whispered: "I merely followed the call of the Inner Eye. If it wants me to meet you, then that is what I shall do. If it wants me at Hogwarts, then that is where I shall go."
"I see..." Albus' brows wrinkled slightly: "As an educator at Hogwarts, you not only need to be knowledgeable about your subject but well-versed in conveying that knowledge to younger minds, most of which will never have any exposure to Divinations before that encounter. Do you have any experience teaching children?"
"I do not have so," Sybill replied after a few seconds of studying the ceiling. "Many witches and wizards, talented though they are in the area of loud bangs and smells and sudden disappearances, are yet unable to penetrate the veiled mysteries of the future," Her enormous, gleaming eyes moved from the ceiling to his face. "It is a gift granted to few, capable of being taught to even less..."
"I see," Albus repeated, frowning slightly: "But - just to make sure - you do indeed possess this gift… Correct me if I am mistaken, but I was led to believe that you are the first in your family since your great-great-grandmother Cassandra to be possessed of second sight?"
"You are correct," Sybill said dreamily: "A gift such as mine is known to often skip entire generations."
"I understand," Albus nodded, yet not too convinced about it: "Well, if this gift is an inherent ability and oftentimes not even passed on to direct descendants, how do you propose one even introduces the students to such a... delicate art?"
"There are many different branches of Divinations, Headmaster. I would've assumed that a wizard as accomplished as you would have at least attempted to study them." Sybill eyed him critically: "Even those who do not share my gift are able to make minor deductions for the future. I shall teach the reading of tea leaves, how to interpret complex palmistry, until we eventually progress to the crystal ball, that is if we have finished with fire omens of course..."
"Yes.. of course..." Albus let out a small sigh of disappointment, one his opposite either ignored or didn't even notice: "May I ask if you have ever made any accurate predictions or prophecy? As far as I'm aware it's been over a decade since the last was added to the British Department of Mysteries..."
"You wound me, Headmaster." Sybill's hand flung to her scarf-wrapped neck in shock: "Only mere minutes ago I shared that I have foreseen our early encounter... Each day I make many predictions that come true. The Inner Eye can be more curse than blessing..."
Albus stared at the woman in disbelief while she trailed off, not quite able to figure out whether she was being serious or perhaps an integral part of the most spectacular prank the Marauders had yet played on him.
"Sybill, I will be honest with you and hope you do not take unkindly to my words." He shook his head and slowly rose from his chair: "The art of Divination is one of the most imprecise branches of magic. I don't quite believe its sub-branches will make for good educational content for young wizards and witches, especially if so few are gifted with the Inner Eye to begin with. I'm afraid that I shall not reinstate the study of Divinations at Hogwarts, at least not at this point in time."
"Wait, Headmaster!" The woman suddenly flung from her chair, her bony fingers curling into the sleeve of his robes.
"There- there's something I see, something that concerns you..." She began rambling in an attempt at her ethereal voice, though the mystical effect was ruined somewhat by the way it was shaking with uneasiness. "Why, I sense something... No! Someone dark... he will bring grave peril to you soon..."
"I understand," Dumbledore chuckled and gently loosened her surprisingly strong grip on him: "I promise I shall watch out..."
He carried his chair back into the corner and headed for the door, lingering to turn around and offer his limb in goodbye: "Nevertheless, I still wish you-"
Albus paused with a deep frown when he noticed Sybill had gone rigid; her eyes were unfocused and her mouth sagging.
"Sybill, are you alright?"
But the woman didn't seem to hear him. Albus hesitated, thinking of calling Poppy for help but then Sybill suddenly spoke.
"THE DARK LORD HAS CHOSEN HIS EQUAL."
It was not her usual ethereal, mystic voice, but in the harsh, hoarse tones that sounded rather frightening.
'Surely I must have misheard her.' Albus' insides were seized in an icy fist.
"Sybill, can you hear me?" He didn't dare touch her, too afraid to worsen her condition.
Her eyes started to roll wildly in their sockets. She looked as though she was about to have a seizure. Foam started drooling from her lips, dark blood trickled steadily from her eyes and nose:
"THE DARK LORD HAS CHOSEN HIS EQUAL...
FROM DISTANT SHORES, RETURNING TO THE LAND HE NEVER LEFT,
FROM FOREIGN TIDES, TO FACE AGAIN THE FOE WHO FLED FROM DEATH.
NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES,
NEITHER CAN REST WHILE THE OTHER STRIVES.
THE DARK LORD HAS CHOSEN HIS EQUAL...
BOTH TERRIBLE IN POWER, BOTH DESTINED TO CONSUME,
BOTH WILLING TO SACRIFICE, BOTH WELCOME OF DOOM.
A FINAL VICTORY, A TOTAL DEFEAT.
A BURNING SUNSET, AS EQUALS THEY MEET."
