Episode Forty Two
Harry and Gwen were sitting out by the pond, relaxing before the weather finally turned cold. It was heading in that direction and the entire student body seemed to be thinking the same thing. Enjoy it now, while it lasts.
The sun was beginning to set and the wind grew suddenly colder. Many of the students rushed back to the castle, fearful of the sudden storm clouds that appeared out of the southern sky. Gwen snuggled deeper into her robes, but Harry stood, as if he were looking for something.
He looked at Gwen. Something was wrong. His stomach was doing little flip-flops and a pressure was building in his head. "Ah." He exclaimed, placing his hand over his scar. It was burning, in flames. His stomach had tightened instantly into a painful ball.
"It hurts again?" Gwen asked instantly concerned.
"Yes. Ah." He fell to his knees.
"Anokquz." Gwen said.
"What?" He asked hazy.
"It means to banish with laughter. Just repeat it until you giggle and then laugh away all the bad feelings. I don't know, maybe it will help. It always worked in the dream world when Graves or I was sad."
"That sounds kind of ridiculous." He grunted.
"Well, that's chaos magic for you. Do you trust me?"
"Yeah." He said softly. "Anokquz. Anokquz. Anokquz." Within a few moments the chanting was working and Harry couldn't help but break down into the giggles. The pain in his forehead was beginning to subside and his stomach was less constricted. With the bad feeling slipping out of his body he turned to her with renewed concentration. "What now?"
"Aguikua." She said. "Believe."
He looked at her sideways, not certain he was understanding just what was happening. He held her hand as she began a low quiet chant in a language he had no understanding of.
"Nay ngyaf cho Harry. G'nath xechov cho Gwen. Yemenomen kafesar zafaqir bicow fouija cugothsa etheng. Repix cho hev fey."
"What did you say?"
"Not now Harry. We must concentrate in order for the spell to work."
She repeated the words again and again adding the occasional aguikua for Harry's benefit. He was feeling a change, but he couldn't pin down exactly what was changing. Her voice was fading gradually and soon the constant stream of words was only a whisper and as it caught on the breeze her voice died all together.
He looked at her a long moment before speaking. "What was that?"
She looked at him, drained but oddly refreshed. "Ouranian Barbaric."
"What?"
"It's a magical language. Maybe it's just made up in my head, because it was a part of the dream world. Graves and I would chant for hours on end and it never failed us. I thought, maybe it would work here as well."
"It did something." Harry said. "I feel different, better."
"Good." She said with a soft smile.
"So, what did you say?"
"Something along the lines of make Harry feel better, make Gwen less crazy and let us just be happy."
"Really?"
"Sort of."
"Let's get back up to the castle." He said wrapping his arm around her waist. She never stopped amazing him.
