A personal Author's note:
This could get personal
JKR owns the people and places...I own Karista and the dream
phiff :op
Chapter 12: The Sorceress of Fire
Harry didn't stop running until he sat down in the back of class. He took out his history of magic book and sat it in front of him, waiting patiently. Soon Ron, Hermione and Karista had arrived and sat next to him, placing their books in front of them also. The bell rang and professor Binns entered the wall behind his desk.
"Take your seats everyone. Today, we will be investigating the Sorceress of Fire," he droned, a bit of cynicism in his voice. He slowly opened his own book. "Turn to page 589 in your books please, and read from the first paragraph on 589 until the end of that page."
Harry flipped through the pages hard until he had encountered a jumble of writing.
"…The sorceress of fire, which contains the most powerful bought of magical power, is rare. In all actuality, the last Sorceress of Fire, Shaletza gave birth to the dark lord and died at his birth. This is why many believe he became so powerful. It is in this theory that we examine the Sorceress of Fire. The only way that a wizard/witch can be considered one if they are female, and are metzahs (Don't need wands to do magic) when they are born. This trait is so rare, that only one line of Sorceresses can be traced. They possess such powers as transfiguration at birth, metzah (see latter), and an exquisite take to potion making and caring for animals. Not only that, they are extremely bright, talented, and many know a lot of languages, including parseltongue and muggle-languages. They are the most powerful witches anyone has ever seen. When the sorceress gives birth to a boy, the boy is powerful, yet not as powerful as if her was a woman.
"It is with that that we can conclude that the line of Sorceresses of Fire can be considered dead, as none have shown for nearly 60 years."
Harry placed the book down on the desk and stared at the black board. Amazing, Harry thought. This was why Voldemort had possessed many of these languages when he was born. It only made sense that Tom Riddle, Voldemort's father had disowned him at birth. Harry then sat reeling from what he had just read. Soon, Ron, Hermione and Karista had looked up and looked at Harry.
Why is it so important that Sirius and Lupin tell me about this? Harry asked himself as they took notes on this for the rest of the period.
"Why did Shaletzah die?" Hermione asked, causing people's heads to turn and look at her with puzzled looks on their faces. "I mean, if she was so powerful, how come she didn't stop herself?"
"No one knows Miss Grindler. Now, if you please shut up and let me continue with my lecture," Professor Binns snapped, continuing reading his notes. Hermione merely looked down at the book as Ron patted her hand.
***
Curiosity had taken Harry over the last two weeks. He joined Hermione at the library at lunch to read up on The Sorceress of Fire. The problem was, there was nothing about her. No matter how many books he read claiming to know about the subject, they didn't have anything to do with her.
"You know, I would have thought that libraries have all sorts of information," Harry mumbled, jamming the book on the shelf.
"Well Harry, you must understand, the Sorceress of Fire is extremely rare and even then they aren't really seen. They are so powerful that many believe that they are full of dark magic," Hermione muttered, drawing strange looks from the librarian.
"Whatever," he whispered, trooping out the library towards the great hall.
This could get personal
JKR owns the people and places...I own Karista and the dream
phiff :op
Chapter 12: The Sorceress of Fire
Harry didn't stop running until he sat down in the back of class. He took out his history of magic book and sat it in front of him, waiting patiently. Soon Ron, Hermione and Karista had arrived and sat next to him, placing their books in front of them also. The bell rang and professor Binns entered the wall behind his desk.
"Take your seats everyone. Today, we will be investigating the Sorceress of Fire," he droned, a bit of cynicism in his voice. He slowly opened his own book. "Turn to page 589 in your books please, and read from the first paragraph on 589 until the end of that page."
Harry flipped through the pages hard until he had encountered a jumble of writing.
"…The sorceress of fire, which contains the most powerful bought of magical power, is rare. In all actuality, the last Sorceress of Fire, Shaletza gave birth to the dark lord and died at his birth. This is why many believe he became so powerful. It is in this theory that we examine the Sorceress of Fire. The only way that a wizard/witch can be considered one if they are female, and are metzahs (Don't need wands to do magic) when they are born. This trait is so rare, that only one line of Sorceresses can be traced. They possess such powers as transfiguration at birth, metzah (see latter), and an exquisite take to potion making and caring for animals. Not only that, they are extremely bright, talented, and many know a lot of languages, including parseltongue and muggle-languages. They are the most powerful witches anyone has ever seen. When the sorceress gives birth to a boy, the boy is powerful, yet not as powerful as if her was a woman.
"It is with that that we can conclude that the line of Sorceresses of Fire can be considered dead, as none have shown for nearly 60 years."
Harry placed the book down on the desk and stared at the black board. Amazing, Harry thought. This was why Voldemort had possessed many of these languages when he was born. It only made sense that Tom Riddle, Voldemort's father had disowned him at birth. Harry then sat reeling from what he had just read. Soon, Ron, Hermione and Karista had looked up and looked at Harry.
Why is it so important that Sirius and Lupin tell me about this? Harry asked himself as they took notes on this for the rest of the period.
"Why did Shaletzah die?" Hermione asked, causing people's heads to turn and look at her with puzzled looks on their faces. "I mean, if she was so powerful, how come she didn't stop herself?"
"No one knows Miss Grindler. Now, if you please shut up and let me continue with my lecture," Professor Binns snapped, continuing reading his notes. Hermione merely looked down at the book as Ron patted her hand.
***
Curiosity had taken Harry over the last two weeks. He joined Hermione at the library at lunch to read up on The Sorceress of Fire. The problem was, there was nothing about her. No matter how many books he read claiming to know about the subject, they didn't have anything to do with her.
"You know, I would have thought that libraries have all sorts of information," Harry mumbled, jamming the book on the shelf.
"Well Harry, you must understand, the Sorceress of Fire is extremely rare and even then they aren't really seen. They are so powerful that many believe that they are full of dark magic," Hermione muttered, drawing strange looks from the librarian.
"Whatever," he whispered, trooping out the library towards the great hall.