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CHAPTER SEVEN - HISTORY AND BOOK
On their next Non-signal magic class they, how sad, found desks on which they could write. Hermione was happy: at last she could do some notes! She felt a little disappointed, when Julia said, that this is nit needed, because they're going to talk about the history of ancient arts since middle ages, and writing this stuff would be a waste of ink because it's all had been already written in THE BOOK.
But nobody had seen it, yet.
They sat in their places and watched her speaking. Her clear voice was either slow or very quick, but all of them had to follow its melody. Sometimes she joked, sometimes went sadder, but was amazing.
'The history of research of ancient arts is very boring, but we have to understand the stadiums of this to realize, why it so often went wrong. During the Middle Ages wizards forgot how to produce magic without signs. And since than we've been observing the increase of dark arts, which cannot be made without the signs. That's why it is so dangerous.
'In the 15th century people begun to look inside the ancient magic. You can remember some names: Dederick Prahal, Milinaya Romanovna, Theodore Wilsmith. Why they were all wrong. Dark arts were still used, they didn't want to avoid this.
'Later on, Johan van Wellendorf, Sam Argus, Emilia Patchenko tried to complete researches but failed because of certainty, that wand has to be used. Others, like Marcus Trevorian, refused to abandon spells. In fact, till the 20th century nobody moved forward. In our ages some people handled with this problem: Dumbledore himself, but left it. Yeseran Eihaki, but the sources of his theory were week, he thought only virgins could produce it during the full moon. What a bullshit!
'Some Dumbledore's students tried, but none of them: Ceilyn Bobook or Richard Porrows in their works led to conclusions, that it is impossible. Later Georgina Sting, who happened to be my grandmother was researching, but was stopped by death eaters, definitely. Dumbledore wanted some of his students to continue.
'I myself am a specialist in magical crystals, a strict part of magic, really scientific art, connected with ancient magic, though. Only my friends forced me to do this and only because of a nightmare that happened one autumn night I changed my interests or followed my destiny, as they would say. I inherited their notes, books, sources, which were kept by them for me. Although I had always wanted to do this believe me I would have given anything if that could have not happened. These friends were Lily and James Potter. And.Thank you class, the lesson is over. See you next week.'
The last sentences she said on one breath, trying to avoid tears, looking into the window. She turned to the wall when the class was leaving.
For Harry this was quite a big shock, although he was aware of Julia's acquaintance with his parents. Harry watched her, but she didn't move to say something to him.
***
It was a sunny Sunday, soon after Xmas. Harry had much trouble with the Tri- Wizard tournament. The only other thing he enjoyed were letters from Sirius. His godfather remembered and tried to look after Harry as much as he could. Harry knew that he was back in England, watching carefully the events connected with the tournament and Harry's surprising participation.
He was sitting with his friends in the Great Hall and eating their breakfast when an owl flew straight in front of him and left a letter.
It was from Sirius answering Harry's last letter.
Dear Harry, Be careful!!! Something is wrong, I haven't figured out yet what exactly. According to your question, yes, I know your teacher. She's a good friend and a very wise person. You can trust her entirely and don't bother asking her if you had problems. Wish I could write more. S.
Harry couldn't think it al over, because Ms. Sting called him and asked for help. She obtained newly printed books and wanted to unpack them. She could easily carried the books by herself as they were closed in a small box, which she levitated.
When they reached her chamber, Julia asked Harry to sit down and unwrapped the pack. Inside were little pencils but Julia moved her hand and on the desk appeared many books, covered with black leather and golden letters.
Julia picked one of books and said.
'Here you are, Harry. This one is yours, I believe', she smiled.
Harry took it and opened. He read the first page.
ANCIENT MAGIC. Basics
He turned the page and saw a dedication. A single tear appeared in his eye.
Julia Laureen Sting dedicates this to a memory of Lily and James Potter. Without you engagement in this matter, the book wouldn't arise.
'Is that. Is it..', he tried to ask, looking amazed, curious and shocked. At last he had learnt something about what his parents had done. He opened it and saw contents: history, sources, and techniques. The book looked wonderful, brilliant paper.
'I had it printed in France, they are more careful with the books', Julia smiled and passed him some cookies.
'Did they help you? How? Why?', he asked and didn't know which question he wanted to be answered first.
'Yes Harry', she looked at him gently and smiled sadly. 'Without them I would do this. I just couldn't. They urged me. Finally they made me promise that one day I would take their researches, notes, letters, traces.'
'I thought they were Aurors.', said Harry, he wanted to talk, he finally had someone to talk about his parents, without being interrupted.
'Yes, it was a dangerous and exhausting job. They enjoyed other things as well. This work was to be for better times. Magic that heals, loves, saves and protects. Never kills. This magic protected you, Harry, although they hadn't known it would.'
She stopped and looked deeply into his eyes. Harry felt as if she was reading his mind. Then Julia talked a little more about his parents' part in that book. Harry soon realized, that she was the one who fixed it all together, got into conclusions.
'your parents were my best friends, the loss of them was the most dreadful event of my life. Well, now, when I at last met you, I must say I am really fond of you. You have a good power inside. Believe me.
He looked at her. He didn't understand it all, but as Sirius wrote, she was wise.
Sirius. He wanted to ask her about him. But how??
'You probably knew my parents' friends.', he began, and Julia glanced at him suspiciously. God why is it so hard to ask her!!! 'And one of them wrote me about you'
Julia stared at Harry a little and then laughed.
'Which one, tell me quickly. If it was something bad, I'll hex him.'
Harry grinned. He didn't believe, and realized that Julia was in a good mood. Still didn't he know, how to ask. She had never showed, that she knew Sirius was innocent.
'What did that stupid bustard write?', Julia continued, because Harry didn't seem to know what exactly he could say. After a while she confessed: 'I know you write with Black', Harry was shocked. Julia grinned evilly and nodded.
'I'm disappointed he haven't told you before', she continued as if was reprimanding (Harry or Sirius?). 'Well, this will be discussed later, such misbehavior! Hexing is a good idea.'
Julia blinked and Harry laughed: this was such a relaxing chat. He began to wonder, why neither of them told him this all.
'You're friends. Who told you he was innocent, we just revealed this last year, hardly anybody believed!' Harry asked.
'Well, Harry, the fact is that I knew Sirius much better than others, and I knew he hadn't been guilty. Nobody listened to me, they imprisoned him without a trial', Julia spoke slowly and as sudden sadness appeared in her eyes. 'And I am really happy you managed to discover the truth and communicate with Black.'
Julia smiled with a tear in her eye. Harry giggled: he knew what she meant: Sirius was a kind of person who first does then thinks. They talked for a while more, and Julia invited him for another visit.
'I have no photos here, I guess you haven't seen many, yet. But I'll be at my place soon and bring some. Now, see you at he lunch. God, how the time goes!'
'Bye, Julia,' said Harry and Julia smiled absently.
CHAPTER SEVEN - HISTORY AND BOOK
On their next Non-signal magic class they, how sad, found desks on which they could write. Hermione was happy: at last she could do some notes! She felt a little disappointed, when Julia said, that this is nit needed, because they're going to talk about the history of ancient arts since middle ages, and writing this stuff would be a waste of ink because it's all had been already written in THE BOOK.
But nobody had seen it, yet.
They sat in their places and watched her speaking. Her clear voice was either slow or very quick, but all of them had to follow its melody. Sometimes she joked, sometimes went sadder, but was amazing.
'The history of research of ancient arts is very boring, but we have to understand the stadiums of this to realize, why it so often went wrong. During the Middle Ages wizards forgot how to produce magic without signs. And since than we've been observing the increase of dark arts, which cannot be made without the signs. That's why it is so dangerous.
'In the 15th century people begun to look inside the ancient magic. You can remember some names: Dederick Prahal, Milinaya Romanovna, Theodore Wilsmith. Why they were all wrong. Dark arts were still used, they didn't want to avoid this.
'Later on, Johan van Wellendorf, Sam Argus, Emilia Patchenko tried to complete researches but failed because of certainty, that wand has to be used. Others, like Marcus Trevorian, refused to abandon spells. In fact, till the 20th century nobody moved forward. In our ages some people handled with this problem: Dumbledore himself, but left it. Yeseran Eihaki, but the sources of his theory were week, he thought only virgins could produce it during the full moon. What a bullshit!
'Some Dumbledore's students tried, but none of them: Ceilyn Bobook or Richard Porrows in their works led to conclusions, that it is impossible. Later Georgina Sting, who happened to be my grandmother was researching, but was stopped by death eaters, definitely. Dumbledore wanted some of his students to continue.
'I myself am a specialist in magical crystals, a strict part of magic, really scientific art, connected with ancient magic, though. Only my friends forced me to do this and only because of a nightmare that happened one autumn night I changed my interests or followed my destiny, as they would say. I inherited their notes, books, sources, which were kept by them for me. Although I had always wanted to do this believe me I would have given anything if that could have not happened. These friends were Lily and James Potter. And.Thank you class, the lesson is over. See you next week.'
The last sentences she said on one breath, trying to avoid tears, looking into the window. She turned to the wall when the class was leaving.
For Harry this was quite a big shock, although he was aware of Julia's acquaintance with his parents. Harry watched her, but she didn't move to say something to him.
***
It was a sunny Sunday, soon after Xmas. Harry had much trouble with the Tri- Wizard tournament. The only other thing he enjoyed were letters from Sirius. His godfather remembered and tried to look after Harry as much as he could. Harry knew that he was back in England, watching carefully the events connected with the tournament and Harry's surprising participation.
He was sitting with his friends in the Great Hall and eating their breakfast when an owl flew straight in front of him and left a letter.
It was from Sirius answering Harry's last letter.
Dear Harry, Be careful!!! Something is wrong, I haven't figured out yet what exactly. According to your question, yes, I know your teacher. She's a good friend and a very wise person. You can trust her entirely and don't bother asking her if you had problems. Wish I could write more. S.
Harry couldn't think it al over, because Ms. Sting called him and asked for help. She obtained newly printed books and wanted to unpack them. She could easily carried the books by herself as they were closed in a small box, which she levitated.
When they reached her chamber, Julia asked Harry to sit down and unwrapped the pack. Inside were little pencils but Julia moved her hand and on the desk appeared many books, covered with black leather and golden letters.
Julia picked one of books and said.
'Here you are, Harry. This one is yours, I believe', she smiled.
Harry took it and opened. He read the first page.
ANCIENT MAGIC. Basics
He turned the page and saw a dedication. A single tear appeared in his eye.
Julia Laureen Sting dedicates this to a memory of Lily and James Potter. Without you engagement in this matter, the book wouldn't arise.
'Is that. Is it..', he tried to ask, looking amazed, curious and shocked. At last he had learnt something about what his parents had done. He opened it and saw contents: history, sources, and techniques. The book looked wonderful, brilliant paper.
'I had it printed in France, they are more careful with the books', Julia smiled and passed him some cookies.
'Did they help you? How? Why?', he asked and didn't know which question he wanted to be answered first.
'Yes Harry', she looked at him gently and smiled sadly. 'Without them I would do this. I just couldn't. They urged me. Finally they made me promise that one day I would take their researches, notes, letters, traces.'
'I thought they were Aurors.', said Harry, he wanted to talk, he finally had someone to talk about his parents, without being interrupted.
'Yes, it was a dangerous and exhausting job. They enjoyed other things as well. This work was to be for better times. Magic that heals, loves, saves and protects. Never kills. This magic protected you, Harry, although they hadn't known it would.'
She stopped and looked deeply into his eyes. Harry felt as if she was reading his mind. Then Julia talked a little more about his parents' part in that book. Harry soon realized, that she was the one who fixed it all together, got into conclusions.
'your parents were my best friends, the loss of them was the most dreadful event of my life. Well, now, when I at last met you, I must say I am really fond of you. You have a good power inside. Believe me.
He looked at her. He didn't understand it all, but as Sirius wrote, she was wise.
Sirius. He wanted to ask her about him. But how??
'You probably knew my parents' friends.', he began, and Julia glanced at him suspiciously. God why is it so hard to ask her!!! 'And one of them wrote me about you'
Julia stared at Harry a little and then laughed.
'Which one, tell me quickly. If it was something bad, I'll hex him.'
Harry grinned. He didn't believe, and realized that Julia was in a good mood. Still didn't he know, how to ask. She had never showed, that she knew Sirius was innocent.
'What did that stupid bustard write?', Julia continued, because Harry didn't seem to know what exactly he could say. After a while she confessed: 'I know you write with Black', Harry was shocked. Julia grinned evilly and nodded.
'I'm disappointed he haven't told you before', she continued as if was reprimanding (Harry or Sirius?). 'Well, this will be discussed later, such misbehavior! Hexing is a good idea.'
Julia blinked and Harry laughed: this was such a relaxing chat. He began to wonder, why neither of them told him this all.
'You're friends. Who told you he was innocent, we just revealed this last year, hardly anybody believed!' Harry asked.
'Well, Harry, the fact is that I knew Sirius much better than others, and I knew he hadn't been guilty. Nobody listened to me, they imprisoned him without a trial', Julia spoke slowly and as sudden sadness appeared in her eyes. 'And I am really happy you managed to discover the truth and communicate with Black.'
Julia smiled with a tear in her eye. Harry giggled: he knew what she meant: Sirius was a kind of person who first does then thinks. They talked for a while more, and Julia invited him for another visit.
'I have no photos here, I guess you haven't seen many, yet. But I'll be at my place soon and bring some. Now, see you at he lunch. God, how the time goes!'
'Bye, Julia,' said Harry and Julia smiled absently.