A/N: Ok, I have the flu so I got to stay home and work on this chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I disclaim all of it. I am merely borrowing the characters for my own torture, uhh, amusement and hopefully yours too.
I just wanted to say thanks to Nicoletta, I'm taking your advice.
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Chapter Two
It hurt. That was Harry's first coherent thought as he tried to open his eyes. He was having a hard time doing it though. His eyelids were so heavy that it took him nearly a full two minutes to open them. He wasn't exactly sure it was such a smart idea.
Bright light. That is what he saw. For a moment, Harry thought he was dead. It would certainly explain the bright light. At least he was pretty sure he was going to heaven. But with his luck, the bright light was the reflection of the fire off the brimstone. Yes, that must be it. He could feel the heat on his face. He wasn't wearing his glasses, but his eyes focused enough to find that he was right about the fire, just not the fire he was thinking about.
The burning sun was shining down on his face. Well, if he could see the sun, and his eyes were hurting because of the sun, then that meant he wasn't dead. He squinted his eyes to block out the immediate rays and discovered that the sun was shining through an open window. Harry quickly closed his eyes. The sun was making them hurt, badly.
Harry decided since it wasn't the best time to move, he would try to figure out where he was. He tried to remember what had happened, but his brain wasn't up and running satisfactory like yet. He remembered someone yelling. An enraged sort of yell was the last thing he remembered hearing. Who would be yelling like that? It wasn't Aunt Petunia. Maybe Uncle Vernon? No, it was somebody else, but who was it?
Did Dumbledore apparate in his room? For some reason, he remembered seeing Dumbledore, but why would Dumbledore be in his room? Wait a second, why did he seem to remember a glowing snitch?
Realization hit Harry like a pack of rampaging hippogriffs might. Voldemort. He had been able to get past the wards on Privet drive. Oh no, was he in a holding cell? Would Voldemort show up any minute so they could play a refreshing game of 'Torture the Potter'?
Harry was starting to panic now. He really didn't think any of Voldemort's 'games' were fun. But didn't he grab the little glowing ball thing? Yes, he did, but it sure hurt like hell. 'Ok Harry, get a grip. Stay calm. Take a deep breath. Open your eyes again, and pray you don't see the damn bastard.'
Harry reopened his eyes. No, this wasn't a cell in the dungeons. Well this was the last place Harry expected to find himself. It seems to be a. wooden hut? Yes, it was a wooden hut. Complete with a hay roof. It wasn't very big, a little bigger than his room at the Dursleys. There were three windows, an opening with a long piece of cloth over it, which Harry assumed to be a makeshift door, and a small pit in the middle of the room. In the pit was a fire, and there where cushions around the pit. Harry guessed they might be places for people to sit. The dirt floor had a rug here and there, and all in all the hut looked mighty cozy.
Harry then realized he was lying on a bed with fur skins as blankets. That was odd. Next to his bed were four other beds with the same kind of fur skins cover. 'Well, I don't think I'm with Voldemort. I have a hard time picturing Voldemort tucking me in a comfortable bed and leaving me alone. Ughh, let's not go there. Voldemort acting parental toward me of all people is not a pretty mental image.' Harry shook himself free of the disturbing images plaguing his mind and decided to try and get out of bed.
This proved to be a harder task than was originally thought. Harry's whole body felt like one big throbbing sore. Just as Harry was attempting to stand, a voice spoke from the doorway.
"You really shouldn't try to get up just yet. You've been unconscious for three days."
The voice startled Harry and he found himself on the floor, having lost his balance. He heard the person try and muffle their giggles, but seemed to be failing miserably. Harry turned his head to see who was laughing at him.
There was a girl standing in the doorway. She looked to be about his age, give or take a few months. She had dark brown hair and the most piercing blue eyes he had every seen. They reminded him greatly of Dumbledore's eyes. She looked to be a few inches shorter than Harry was, and she was wearing the most peculiar clothes. It looked like something one would see in the medieval times. She was wearing a light brown tunic with cream- colored paints and, Harry guessed, riding boots. She also had a bow and arrows on her back. 'She must be some kind of archer. Weird.'
She smiled kindly at him and offered her hand to him. He gratefully accepted it and got off the floor. He felt a little wobbly so he sat back down on the bed. Harry regarded her for a moment, and then figured he might as well say something.
"Uh, where am I, and who are you?" asked Harry. The girl's smile widened and she took a small bow.
"My name is Sophia Amatore and you my friend are in the village Verdandi. No body really knows how you came to be here. One minute we were all sitting down to dinner by the fire, and then there was a golden ball of light. It grew to be the size and shape of a person, and then you just materialized, unconscious I might add. Other than that, we know nothing of where you came from. So, what is your name?"
Harry just gapped at her for a full minute. So there really was a little glowing golden ball. It apparently transported him somewhere. And by the looks of it, somewhere far away from Privet drive. Harry shook his head slightly and then responded.
"My name's Harry Potter. I'm sorry, but I have no idea how I got here. One minute I was at my house, trying to get away from Vol-, sorry, You-Know- Who, and then there was this little golden ball, and I just grabbed it and I guess I kind of blacked out and it took me here." Harry finished lamely. He didn't know if the girl would freak out at the mention of Voldemort's name. He really didn't want to chance it though.
The girl, Sophia, looked highly confused. "Who in the world is 'You-Know- Who'?" Harry again gapped at her. Who was You-Know-Who? WHO WAS YOU- KNOW-WHO?
"Don't you know who You-Know-Who is?" Harry exclaimed, "You know, Voldemort, the most evilest Dark Lord in the past six hundred years. The megalomaniac who wants to kill everybody and rule the world? You know, that guy who's obsessed with torture? Heeelllllooooo, where have you been? He's probably the most infamous person of the 1900s!" Harry was having a hard time believing the disbelieving looks on Sophia's face. I mean where had she been? Under a rock for the past twenty-five years? Harry needed to calm down, but really where had this girl been?
"You know Harry, the 1900s are about a thousand years away. It's the year 995. Are you sure you're feeling okay? Do you want some water?" asked Sophia worriedly. Harry decided if he ever became an animagus, he wouldn't be surprised if it was a carp because he keeps during a great impression of a landed one. 995, that was a thousand years ago. If what Sophia said was true, then he was in the past. WAY back in the past. Had the little ball of light taken him to the past? Oh shit. He was screwed. How was he going to get back?
"You say it's the year 995, right?" Harry asked slowly. Sophia gave him a look and nodded her head. "Yes, did you hit your head or something? It's been 995 for about seven months now." Sophia said sarcastically. The sarcastic tone of her voice went right over Harry's head though.
"Sophia, I think somehow I traveled back to the past. I mean, for me it's the year 1995. I think that little glowing ball that I grabbed brought me back to the past. That's the only reasonable explanation I have for traveling a thousand years to the past." At this little revelation, Sophia's eyes widened considerably. "Harry, I think we need to go see the village elder, Sennis, he'll no what to do."
Sophia grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him out of the hut. There, Harry got a good look at where he was. He was in a village. It was a small village, with only about sixteen, give or take, huts and a stable. A few children were playing in the dirt street with what looked like a leather ball. Three strong looking men were mounting their horses. Harry guessed they were going hunting judging by their bows and arrows. Women were chatting with one another and a group of young men were what looked like training with swords in a field. Many trees surrounded the village and the small field. He could see mountains in the distance. He also heard a river near by. Sophia led him to one of the smaller huts and inside.
The inside of the hut looked much like the hut he had just come from. There was a small pit with a fire in the middle of the room, but only one bed in the corner. There were also shelves built into the side of one of the walls. On it was what seemed to Harry as medical supplies. Herbs and jars on thing floating in water adorned the shelves. 'But,' Harry thought, 'they could be used for potions or even cooking.' Harry suppressed a shudder. Who would want to cook with what looked like human eyeballs though? A little to the right of the shelves was a table and two chairs. In one of those chairs was sitting and extremely old man with his back to the door. Harry had only ever seen one other man that old before, even if he could only see the back of his head. Sophia called his name and the old man turned in his chair. He looked remarkably like.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked incredulously. 'Okay, how did Professor Dumbledore get here?'
The old man looked at Harry funnily. "My dear boy, I believe you are mistaken about my identity. My name is Sennis and I am the village's elder. I am also the village's Magus. Sophia dear, did you find out the boy's origins? I believe he still might be a little disoriented."
Harry stared at the old man. He looked like a carbon copy of Dumbledore. He rubbed his eyes with his fists and blinked a couple of times. No, he wasn't seeing things. This man truly looked like Dumbledore's twin. 'Well this is weird. And what in the world is a magus?'
Sophia too looked at Harry funnily before answering Sennis's inquiry. "Elder Sennis, his name is Harry Potter and I believe he is a time traveler. He claims that he is from the year 1995. He says that he grabbed a golden ball of light while in the midst of a fight with an evil dark lord. It would explain why he appeared in my family's hut in a golden ball."
Sennis blinked a few times and studied Harry. Harry felt largely uncomfortable under the scrutinizing gaze. The old man had the same piercing stare that Dumbledore has and Harry felt as if the man could see into his very soul and know all of his deepest secrets.
Sennis then smiled warmly. "Well Harry that would definitely explain why I sensed a disturbance in the wards around the village at the time of your unexpected arrival. A time traveler, just think of all the things we could learn from you." Sennis got a dreamy look on his wrinkled face. "But, alas, you must not tell anyone of the future. It could cause a paradox resulting in the destruction of the whole universe itself." Harry gulped audibly.
Sennis chuckled. "No worries lad, I believe you will keep your secret and won't tell anyone. Now, we are going to have to figure how to get you back to your own time. Until then, you will have to stay in our village. Everyone will kindly welcome you."
"Thank you sir," replied Harry. He hoped he wasn't going to have to stay in this time too long, but it's kind of nice to have a vacation from his reality. Sophia then decided to speak up.
"Elder Sennis, if Harry is a Magik, then will he be allowed to go to Castle Candeo with the other young Magiks for training?" asked Sophia. Harry wondered what the hell a 'magik' was. Sennis got a thoughtful look on his face.
"I suppose if he is a Magik, then he will be allowed to go to Castle Candeo next month. Harry, are you a Magik?" asked Sennis. Harry again wondered what one was. He could do magic, but was that what the old man meant?
"What is a Magik?" asked Harry. The two other occupants looked shocked that Harry had not known what a Magik was. He had obviously arrived here in a magical way after all.
"A Magik," Sennis replied, "is a person who can do magic. There are four kinds of Magiks. There is the magus, which is the weakest Magik, the Enchanter, the second weakest, the Sorcerer, which is the second most powerful, and the Mage, which is the most powerful Magik. Can you do magic, Harry?"
"Yes, I go to a school for learning magic in the future, but we just call magic users either wizards for the males and witches for the females. I've never heard of about a Magik, but I have heard about Sorcerers and Enchanters in my History of Magic classes. I don't think there are any left in my time, and I haven't ever heard of Mages or Maguses before."
Sennis had a grim look about his face. So did Sophia. "Alas, the great Magiks die out. It truly is a tragedy," said Sennis. "But, no matter, I'll be dead by that time any way." The jovial smile was back on his face. "Since you can do magic, then you will go to the Castle Candeo with the other village youths who posses the gift of magic. There you will learn how to control your magic and you will also learn what type of Magik you may be. Sophia will tell you more about Castle Candeo and Magiks I'm sure. Now Sophia, why don't you take Harry out and introduce him to his new neighbors. Harry, I will try to find a way home for you in the mean time, but if you do go to Castle Candeo, I'm sure you could find something in its extensive library."
Harry smiled and nodded his thanks, as did Sophia. She took him by the arm and led him outside. The sun was still high in the sky, so Harry figured it was sometime in the afternoon.
"Harry, I want you to meet my brother, Samuel, and my best friend, Amica. Then you can meet my parents." Harry smiled at her. "I'd love to." Harry then remembered something. "Hey Sophia, you wouldn't by any chance have seen a red snake around my neck when I came here did you?" Sophia looked at him and then realization dawned on her face. "Oh you mean that little cobra?" At Harry's nod she continued. "Yes, he did show up with you. He comes back every other hour or so to check on you, but he mostly stays out of sight. That's a loyal snake you have, most snakes would just stay in the forest. Are you a Parselmouth?"
Harry was surprised at the question, but decided to answer truthfully. "Yes, I am. It's not a problem is it?" Harry asked warily. Sophia looked at him like he had grown another head. "Of course it's not a problem. What ever gave you that idea? I had a friend when I was younger who could talk to snakes. I always wanted to be a Parselmouth." Now it was Harry's turn to regard her as if she had grown another head. "You mean people don't think Parselmouths are evil?" asked Harry. "Of course not. Many people have the gift." Sophia still regarded Harry as if his attic lights were off. "Look, there's Samuel and Amica, come on." And with that said Sophia raced away from a very confused Harry. 'I guess being a Paselmouth a thousand years ago was excepted.'
Harry caught up with Sophia and saw the two new people. The boy was about an inch or so taller than he was. He had shoulder length blond hair and the same sky blue eyes as Sophia. He was also wearing what Sophia was wearing, except his clothes were a darker color. In fact, Harry noticed that everybody wore the same clothes. The only difference is that the color was lighter on the girls and darker on the boys and Sennis was wearing a dark brown robe instead of a tunic and pants. The girl had fiery red hair, much like the Weasleys, and light brown eyes. She was short too. About 5'2 or 5'4. They both looked very friendly and Harry took a liking to them immediately.
After introductions were made, they went into Sophia's hut to meet her parents. Her father, Bovis, was a large man with a lot of muscle. He was very friendly despite his intimidating appearance. His wife, Persephone, was very beautiful and very kind. Harry discovered during dinner that she was a great cook also. He would stay with Sophia and her family until the youths of the village make the journey to Castle Candeo next month or until Elder Sennis found away to send him to his own time.
As Harry lay down to sleep on the same bed he had woken up in, he made a mental note to look to Ladon tomorrow and ask his new friends all about Castle Candeo. Maybe being stuck in the past wasn't so bad at all. Though he did miss his friends.
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A/N: Well, that's chapter two. I hope you liked it. Please review and tell me what you think! I hope to get the next chapter out soon. Review. (
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I disclaim all of it. I am merely borrowing the characters for my own torture, uhh, amusement and hopefully yours too.
I just wanted to say thanks to Nicoletta, I'm taking your advice.
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Chapter Two
It hurt. That was Harry's first coherent thought as he tried to open his eyes. He was having a hard time doing it though. His eyelids were so heavy that it took him nearly a full two minutes to open them. He wasn't exactly sure it was such a smart idea.
Bright light. That is what he saw. For a moment, Harry thought he was dead. It would certainly explain the bright light. At least he was pretty sure he was going to heaven. But with his luck, the bright light was the reflection of the fire off the brimstone. Yes, that must be it. He could feel the heat on his face. He wasn't wearing his glasses, but his eyes focused enough to find that he was right about the fire, just not the fire he was thinking about.
The burning sun was shining down on his face. Well, if he could see the sun, and his eyes were hurting because of the sun, then that meant he wasn't dead. He squinted his eyes to block out the immediate rays and discovered that the sun was shining through an open window. Harry quickly closed his eyes. The sun was making them hurt, badly.
Harry decided since it wasn't the best time to move, he would try to figure out where he was. He tried to remember what had happened, but his brain wasn't up and running satisfactory like yet. He remembered someone yelling. An enraged sort of yell was the last thing he remembered hearing. Who would be yelling like that? It wasn't Aunt Petunia. Maybe Uncle Vernon? No, it was somebody else, but who was it?
Did Dumbledore apparate in his room? For some reason, he remembered seeing Dumbledore, but why would Dumbledore be in his room? Wait a second, why did he seem to remember a glowing snitch?
Realization hit Harry like a pack of rampaging hippogriffs might. Voldemort. He had been able to get past the wards on Privet drive. Oh no, was he in a holding cell? Would Voldemort show up any minute so they could play a refreshing game of 'Torture the Potter'?
Harry was starting to panic now. He really didn't think any of Voldemort's 'games' were fun. But didn't he grab the little glowing ball thing? Yes, he did, but it sure hurt like hell. 'Ok Harry, get a grip. Stay calm. Take a deep breath. Open your eyes again, and pray you don't see the damn bastard.'
Harry reopened his eyes. No, this wasn't a cell in the dungeons. Well this was the last place Harry expected to find himself. It seems to be a. wooden hut? Yes, it was a wooden hut. Complete with a hay roof. It wasn't very big, a little bigger than his room at the Dursleys. There were three windows, an opening with a long piece of cloth over it, which Harry assumed to be a makeshift door, and a small pit in the middle of the room. In the pit was a fire, and there where cushions around the pit. Harry guessed they might be places for people to sit. The dirt floor had a rug here and there, and all in all the hut looked mighty cozy.
Harry then realized he was lying on a bed with fur skins as blankets. That was odd. Next to his bed were four other beds with the same kind of fur skins cover. 'Well, I don't think I'm with Voldemort. I have a hard time picturing Voldemort tucking me in a comfortable bed and leaving me alone. Ughh, let's not go there. Voldemort acting parental toward me of all people is not a pretty mental image.' Harry shook himself free of the disturbing images plaguing his mind and decided to try and get out of bed.
This proved to be a harder task than was originally thought. Harry's whole body felt like one big throbbing sore. Just as Harry was attempting to stand, a voice spoke from the doorway.
"You really shouldn't try to get up just yet. You've been unconscious for three days."
The voice startled Harry and he found himself on the floor, having lost his balance. He heard the person try and muffle their giggles, but seemed to be failing miserably. Harry turned his head to see who was laughing at him.
There was a girl standing in the doorway. She looked to be about his age, give or take a few months. She had dark brown hair and the most piercing blue eyes he had every seen. They reminded him greatly of Dumbledore's eyes. She looked to be a few inches shorter than Harry was, and she was wearing the most peculiar clothes. It looked like something one would see in the medieval times. She was wearing a light brown tunic with cream- colored paints and, Harry guessed, riding boots. She also had a bow and arrows on her back. 'She must be some kind of archer. Weird.'
She smiled kindly at him and offered her hand to him. He gratefully accepted it and got off the floor. He felt a little wobbly so he sat back down on the bed. Harry regarded her for a moment, and then figured he might as well say something.
"Uh, where am I, and who are you?" asked Harry. The girl's smile widened and she took a small bow.
"My name is Sophia Amatore and you my friend are in the village Verdandi. No body really knows how you came to be here. One minute we were all sitting down to dinner by the fire, and then there was a golden ball of light. It grew to be the size and shape of a person, and then you just materialized, unconscious I might add. Other than that, we know nothing of where you came from. So, what is your name?"
Harry just gapped at her for a full minute. So there really was a little glowing golden ball. It apparently transported him somewhere. And by the looks of it, somewhere far away from Privet drive. Harry shook his head slightly and then responded.
"My name's Harry Potter. I'm sorry, but I have no idea how I got here. One minute I was at my house, trying to get away from Vol-, sorry, You-Know- Who, and then there was this little golden ball, and I just grabbed it and I guess I kind of blacked out and it took me here." Harry finished lamely. He didn't know if the girl would freak out at the mention of Voldemort's name. He really didn't want to chance it though.
The girl, Sophia, looked highly confused. "Who in the world is 'You-Know- Who'?" Harry again gapped at her. Who was You-Know-Who? WHO WAS YOU- KNOW-WHO?
"Don't you know who You-Know-Who is?" Harry exclaimed, "You know, Voldemort, the most evilest Dark Lord in the past six hundred years. The megalomaniac who wants to kill everybody and rule the world? You know, that guy who's obsessed with torture? Heeelllllooooo, where have you been? He's probably the most infamous person of the 1900s!" Harry was having a hard time believing the disbelieving looks on Sophia's face. I mean where had she been? Under a rock for the past twenty-five years? Harry needed to calm down, but really where had this girl been?
"You know Harry, the 1900s are about a thousand years away. It's the year 995. Are you sure you're feeling okay? Do you want some water?" asked Sophia worriedly. Harry decided if he ever became an animagus, he wouldn't be surprised if it was a carp because he keeps during a great impression of a landed one. 995, that was a thousand years ago. If what Sophia said was true, then he was in the past. WAY back in the past. Had the little ball of light taken him to the past? Oh shit. He was screwed. How was he going to get back?
"You say it's the year 995, right?" Harry asked slowly. Sophia gave him a look and nodded her head. "Yes, did you hit your head or something? It's been 995 for about seven months now." Sophia said sarcastically. The sarcastic tone of her voice went right over Harry's head though.
"Sophia, I think somehow I traveled back to the past. I mean, for me it's the year 1995. I think that little glowing ball that I grabbed brought me back to the past. That's the only reasonable explanation I have for traveling a thousand years to the past." At this little revelation, Sophia's eyes widened considerably. "Harry, I think we need to go see the village elder, Sennis, he'll no what to do."
Sophia grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him out of the hut. There, Harry got a good look at where he was. He was in a village. It was a small village, with only about sixteen, give or take, huts and a stable. A few children were playing in the dirt street with what looked like a leather ball. Three strong looking men were mounting their horses. Harry guessed they were going hunting judging by their bows and arrows. Women were chatting with one another and a group of young men were what looked like training with swords in a field. Many trees surrounded the village and the small field. He could see mountains in the distance. He also heard a river near by. Sophia led him to one of the smaller huts and inside.
The inside of the hut looked much like the hut he had just come from. There was a small pit with a fire in the middle of the room, but only one bed in the corner. There were also shelves built into the side of one of the walls. On it was what seemed to Harry as medical supplies. Herbs and jars on thing floating in water adorned the shelves. 'But,' Harry thought, 'they could be used for potions or even cooking.' Harry suppressed a shudder. Who would want to cook with what looked like human eyeballs though? A little to the right of the shelves was a table and two chairs. In one of those chairs was sitting and extremely old man with his back to the door. Harry had only ever seen one other man that old before, even if he could only see the back of his head. Sophia called his name and the old man turned in his chair. He looked remarkably like.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked incredulously. 'Okay, how did Professor Dumbledore get here?'
The old man looked at Harry funnily. "My dear boy, I believe you are mistaken about my identity. My name is Sennis and I am the village's elder. I am also the village's Magus. Sophia dear, did you find out the boy's origins? I believe he still might be a little disoriented."
Harry stared at the old man. He looked like a carbon copy of Dumbledore. He rubbed his eyes with his fists and blinked a couple of times. No, he wasn't seeing things. This man truly looked like Dumbledore's twin. 'Well this is weird. And what in the world is a magus?'
Sophia too looked at Harry funnily before answering Sennis's inquiry. "Elder Sennis, his name is Harry Potter and I believe he is a time traveler. He claims that he is from the year 1995. He says that he grabbed a golden ball of light while in the midst of a fight with an evil dark lord. It would explain why he appeared in my family's hut in a golden ball."
Sennis blinked a few times and studied Harry. Harry felt largely uncomfortable under the scrutinizing gaze. The old man had the same piercing stare that Dumbledore has and Harry felt as if the man could see into his very soul and know all of his deepest secrets.
Sennis then smiled warmly. "Well Harry that would definitely explain why I sensed a disturbance in the wards around the village at the time of your unexpected arrival. A time traveler, just think of all the things we could learn from you." Sennis got a dreamy look on his wrinkled face. "But, alas, you must not tell anyone of the future. It could cause a paradox resulting in the destruction of the whole universe itself." Harry gulped audibly.
Sennis chuckled. "No worries lad, I believe you will keep your secret and won't tell anyone. Now, we are going to have to figure how to get you back to your own time. Until then, you will have to stay in our village. Everyone will kindly welcome you."
"Thank you sir," replied Harry. He hoped he wasn't going to have to stay in this time too long, but it's kind of nice to have a vacation from his reality. Sophia then decided to speak up.
"Elder Sennis, if Harry is a Magik, then will he be allowed to go to Castle Candeo with the other young Magiks for training?" asked Sophia. Harry wondered what the hell a 'magik' was. Sennis got a thoughtful look on his face.
"I suppose if he is a Magik, then he will be allowed to go to Castle Candeo next month. Harry, are you a Magik?" asked Sennis. Harry again wondered what one was. He could do magic, but was that what the old man meant?
"What is a Magik?" asked Harry. The two other occupants looked shocked that Harry had not known what a Magik was. He had obviously arrived here in a magical way after all.
"A Magik," Sennis replied, "is a person who can do magic. There are four kinds of Magiks. There is the magus, which is the weakest Magik, the Enchanter, the second weakest, the Sorcerer, which is the second most powerful, and the Mage, which is the most powerful Magik. Can you do magic, Harry?"
"Yes, I go to a school for learning magic in the future, but we just call magic users either wizards for the males and witches for the females. I've never heard of about a Magik, but I have heard about Sorcerers and Enchanters in my History of Magic classes. I don't think there are any left in my time, and I haven't ever heard of Mages or Maguses before."
Sennis had a grim look about his face. So did Sophia. "Alas, the great Magiks die out. It truly is a tragedy," said Sennis. "But, no matter, I'll be dead by that time any way." The jovial smile was back on his face. "Since you can do magic, then you will go to the Castle Candeo with the other village youths who posses the gift of magic. There you will learn how to control your magic and you will also learn what type of Magik you may be. Sophia will tell you more about Castle Candeo and Magiks I'm sure. Now Sophia, why don't you take Harry out and introduce him to his new neighbors. Harry, I will try to find a way home for you in the mean time, but if you do go to Castle Candeo, I'm sure you could find something in its extensive library."
Harry smiled and nodded his thanks, as did Sophia. She took him by the arm and led him outside. The sun was still high in the sky, so Harry figured it was sometime in the afternoon.
"Harry, I want you to meet my brother, Samuel, and my best friend, Amica. Then you can meet my parents." Harry smiled at her. "I'd love to." Harry then remembered something. "Hey Sophia, you wouldn't by any chance have seen a red snake around my neck when I came here did you?" Sophia looked at him and then realization dawned on her face. "Oh you mean that little cobra?" At Harry's nod she continued. "Yes, he did show up with you. He comes back every other hour or so to check on you, but he mostly stays out of sight. That's a loyal snake you have, most snakes would just stay in the forest. Are you a Parselmouth?"
Harry was surprised at the question, but decided to answer truthfully. "Yes, I am. It's not a problem is it?" Harry asked warily. Sophia looked at him like he had grown another head. "Of course it's not a problem. What ever gave you that idea? I had a friend when I was younger who could talk to snakes. I always wanted to be a Parselmouth." Now it was Harry's turn to regard her as if she had grown another head. "You mean people don't think Parselmouths are evil?" asked Harry. "Of course not. Many people have the gift." Sophia still regarded Harry as if his attic lights were off. "Look, there's Samuel and Amica, come on." And with that said Sophia raced away from a very confused Harry. 'I guess being a Paselmouth a thousand years ago was excepted.'
Harry caught up with Sophia and saw the two new people. The boy was about an inch or so taller than he was. He had shoulder length blond hair and the same sky blue eyes as Sophia. He was also wearing what Sophia was wearing, except his clothes were a darker color. In fact, Harry noticed that everybody wore the same clothes. The only difference is that the color was lighter on the girls and darker on the boys and Sennis was wearing a dark brown robe instead of a tunic and pants. The girl had fiery red hair, much like the Weasleys, and light brown eyes. She was short too. About 5'2 or 5'4. They both looked very friendly and Harry took a liking to them immediately.
After introductions were made, they went into Sophia's hut to meet her parents. Her father, Bovis, was a large man with a lot of muscle. He was very friendly despite his intimidating appearance. His wife, Persephone, was very beautiful and very kind. Harry discovered during dinner that she was a great cook also. He would stay with Sophia and her family until the youths of the village make the journey to Castle Candeo next month or until Elder Sennis found away to send him to his own time.
As Harry lay down to sleep on the same bed he had woken up in, he made a mental note to look to Ladon tomorrow and ask his new friends all about Castle Candeo. Maybe being stuck in the past wasn't so bad at all. Though he did miss his friends.
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A/N: Well, that's chapter two. I hope you liked it. Please review and tell me what you think! I hope to get the next chapter out soon. Review. (