A/N: Woohoo! It's after school and Thanksgiving break is just
around the corner, letting me be able to write much more! (
Disclaimer: 2nd chapter, duh
Chapter 3: The Sorceress
Harry shook his head no. This woman had black hair, and her eyes were yellow. There was no way she could be a veela. This was also considering that Harry was acting normally.
"Do you think I cannot hear sound from six feet away, Ron?" the woman said, and Ron fell silent.
"Do not think you can fool me," she told him exasperatedly, as though she had given this speech to everyone about a thousand times.
"I am not a witch, I am a sorceress."
Ron gulped. The woman smiled mischievously. Harry thought once again that his stupidity on the wizarding world was at hand, but he listened to the sorceress intently.
"I can read minds, hear things from ten miles away, see the future, turn into any animal I please, do magic without a wand, and my eyes turn red when I am angered."
She laughed at the astonishment on Harry and Ron's faces. Hermione, however, held out her hand.
"Nice to meet you, Ms. Du Menti," she said. The woman grinned. "I see you are not easily surprised, young girl," she said silkily, and she shook Hermione's hand without removing her gaze from Hermione's face.
"I've read all about sorcerers and sorceresses," she explained. "I could tell right away what you really were; only sorceresses have yellow eyes."
"Well, well, well," said the woman. "It looks like we have a smart one on our hands." Hermione beamed.
**********
Dumbledore cleared his throat loudly from behind them.
"Lavonia, if you'd please," he said in his weary voice, nevertheless looking excited.
"You must tell Harry and the others why they are here."
The woman nodded, now looking much more serious than before. She turned to the three and started talking.
"20 years ago, there was an Order in which many people joined; it was called the Order of the Phoenix. Wizards and witches from all over Europe came to Britain to fight against Lord Voldemort and his fellow Death Eaters."
Ron suddenly flinched at the sound of the name.
The sorceress perhaps noticed this; she grinned sneakily and said to Ron,
"The Dark Lord cannot harm our kind; sorcerers and sorceresses are more powerful than witches and wizards, so we do not fear him at all."
She grinned again and told him,
"He is merely another lunatic who wants to take over the world and make people fear him and his name."
Ron snorted, probably feeling a bit better, and the woman continued,
"Many people thought it would work, all of the good magical kind to form a humongous group so we could defeat the Dark Lord, but no; loads of witches and wizards decided to go back to Voldemort's side, and betray us by giving him all of the information about the Order."
The sorceress looked away, as though this brought back terrible memories.
"However," she went on, looking as though she had not stopped at all, "few remained in the Order. Most of the magical community only stayed because they thought sorcery would be strong to get rid of Voldemort. They thought that us sorcerers and sorceresses could protect them; they were wrong. We might not be able to be harmed by the Dark Lord, but we could not secure them to safety. In the end, Death Eaters killed several witches and wizards of the Order. The rest of the sorcery folk left after Harry Potter"---she gave a sharp look at Harry---"defeated Lord Voldemort."
She gave the trio a look, a look of dead seriousness and sorrow in her eyes; Harry could not express the way she definitely looked at him.
"Now," she said, "I am the only one left of the sorcery world. You see, sorcery and wizardry are two very different things. Witches and wizards can only do magic with wands, and very few can turn into animals. Sorcerers and sorceresses can do many things."
Lavonia smiled. She started ticking off with her fingers.
"Turn invisible, user magic with no wand, go wherever they want by just snapping their fingers (most start at the age of four), and so much more!" She said, her yellow eyes twinkling in the night sky of the enchanted Great Hall ceiling.
Harry thought she was getting a little overexcited about telling them about her.
"I wish I were a sorcerer," Ron muttered darkly. Hermione frowned.
"Be happy with what you have, Ron," she told him. Ron scowled at her.
Harry, on the other hand, was becoming impatient.
"You still haven't answered my question," he said. "Why do we have to be here in the first place?"
But the sorceress was doing something very strange. Her eyes became a pearly white. Harry jumped when she started speaking.
"So, Ron, you think I'm pretty, do you?" she said, giggling. Ron's eyes bulged.
"And how can you be certain?" he said.
"You just said it in your mind," she told him, grinning.
Her eyes then turned steadily back to yellow. Ron had red blush creeping up his face, and Hermione couldn't hold in her laughter.
The sorceress, though, was now facing Harry.
"So you want to know why you have come?" she asked him, looking like she was x-raying his soul.
"Yes," Harry replied, and by now, he was pretty annoyed.
The sorceress seemed to read his mind (well, she probably did anyway).
"Alright," she said, removing her eyes from his.
"You might have to sit down, you three."
A/N: Oh no! Sorry, that's the end of Chapter 3. No mean to be annoying, but you guys gotta take the suspense! Thanks to all my reviewers! You guys are soooo coooooool!
Disclaimer: 2nd chapter, duh
Chapter 3: The Sorceress
Harry shook his head no. This woman had black hair, and her eyes were yellow. There was no way she could be a veela. This was also considering that Harry was acting normally.
"Do you think I cannot hear sound from six feet away, Ron?" the woman said, and Ron fell silent.
"Do not think you can fool me," she told him exasperatedly, as though she had given this speech to everyone about a thousand times.
"I am not a witch, I am a sorceress."
Ron gulped. The woman smiled mischievously. Harry thought once again that his stupidity on the wizarding world was at hand, but he listened to the sorceress intently.
"I can read minds, hear things from ten miles away, see the future, turn into any animal I please, do magic without a wand, and my eyes turn red when I am angered."
She laughed at the astonishment on Harry and Ron's faces. Hermione, however, held out her hand.
"Nice to meet you, Ms. Du Menti," she said. The woman grinned. "I see you are not easily surprised, young girl," she said silkily, and she shook Hermione's hand without removing her gaze from Hermione's face.
"I've read all about sorcerers and sorceresses," she explained. "I could tell right away what you really were; only sorceresses have yellow eyes."
"Well, well, well," said the woman. "It looks like we have a smart one on our hands." Hermione beamed.
**********
Dumbledore cleared his throat loudly from behind them.
"Lavonia, if you'd please," he said in his weary voice, nevertheless looking excited.
"You must tell Harry and the others why they are here."
The woman nodded, now looking much more serious than before. She turned to the three and started talking.
"20 years ago, there was an Order in which many people joined; it was called the Order of the Phoenix. Wizards and witches from all over Europe came to Britain to fight against Lord Voldemort and his fellow Death Eaters."
Ron suddenly flinched at the sound of the name.
The sorceress perhaps noticed this; she grinned sneakily and said to Ron,
"The Dark Lord cannot harm our kind; sorcerers and sorceresses are more powerful than witches and wizards, so we do not fear him at all."
She grinned again and told him,
"He is merely another lunatic who wants to take over the world and make people fear him and his name."
Ron snorted, probably feeling a bit better, and the woman continued,
"Many people thought it would work, all of the good magical kind to form a humongous group so we could defeat the Dark Lord, but no; loads of witches and wizards decided to go back to Voldemort's side, and betray us by giving him all of the information about the Order."
The sorceress looked away, as though this brought back terrible memories.
"However," she went on, looking as though she had not stopped at all, "few remained in the Order. Most of the magical community only stayed because they thought sorcery would be strong to get rid of Voldemort. They thought that us sorcerers and sorceresses could protect them; they were wrong. We might not be able to be harmed by the Dark Lord, but we could not secure them to safety. In the end, Death Eaters killed several witches and wizards of the Order. The rest of the sorcery folk left after Harry Potter"---she gave a sharp look at Harry---"defeated Lord Voldemort."
She gave the trio a look, a look of dead seriousness and sorrow in her eyes; Harry could not express the way she definitely looked at him.
"Now," she said, "I am the only one left of the sorcery world. You see, sorcery and wizardry are two very different things. Witches and wizards can only do magic with wands, and very few can turn into animals. Sorcerers and sorceresses can do many things."
Lavonia smiled. She started ticking off with her fingers.
"Turn invisible, user magic with no wand, go wherever they want by just snapping their fingers (most start at the age of four), and so much more!" She said, her yellow eyes twinkling in the night sky of the enchanted Great Hall ceiling.
Harry thought she was getting a little overexcited about telling them about her.
"I wish I were a sorcerer," Ron muttered darkly. Hermione frowned.
"Be happy with what you have, Ron," she told him. Ron scowled at her.
Harry, on the other hand, was becoming impatient.
"You still haven't answered my question," he said. "Why do we have to be here in the first place?"
But the sorceress was doing something very strange. Her eyes became a pearly white. Harry jumped when she started speaking.
"So, Ron, you think I'm pretty, do you?" she said, giggling. Ron's eyes bulged.
"And how can you be certain?" he said.
"You just said it in your mind," she told him, grinning.
Her eyes then turned steadily back to yellow. Ron had red blush creeping up his face, and Hermione couldn't hold in her laughter.
The sorceress, though, was now facing Harry.
"So you want to know why you have come?" she asked him, looking like she was x-raying his soul.
"Yes," Harry replied, and by now, he was pretty annoyed.
The sorceress seemed to read his mind (well, she probably did anyway).
"Alright," she said, removing her eyes from his.
"You might have to sit down, you three."
A/N: Oh no! Sorry, that's the end of Chapter 3. No mean to be annoying, but you guys gotta take the suspense! Thanks to all my reviewers! You guys are soooo coooooool!