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Lesson Two

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Blue flames. He could see them through the almost palpable darkness of his mind. If only he could just reach them. He started running towards the fire at full force hoping to get past the fog that seemed to be holding him in place. Finally he broke through and he was fast approaching them. Time seemed to slow as memories forced themselves upon him.

There was a young girl. Her name was Hermione. Hermione Granger. One of his best friends since…the troll incident. She was hiding the fire behind her back from someone. If only he could remember who. Troll, there seemed to be something else he needed to remember. Then he remembered how it had been subdued when they had arrived in the chamber. Then the room with the flames blocking the entrances. The potions which Hermione had helped him figure out which one to take.

Then Quirrel. And Voldemort. They were unsuccessfully trying to obtain the philosopher's, Nicholas Flamel's, stone.

Suddenly time sped up and the rest of his life concerning Hermione flashed before his eyes and he barely had time to register them before he returned to the land of the living.

He awoke in a cold sweat. He could see the moonlight streaming through the hole of their den. Looking over to Themis, he saw the dull light was shining right on her and he noticed some familiarities. Familiarities between her and Hermione. Was it possible? Was it possible that Hermione and Themis were the same person? Lily had said that the names they called each other now were not the name they had used all their lives. If this was true, what was his name? For some reason he couldn't remember. It was extremely frustrating when you can't even remember your own name.

Harry decided that since it was still late at night he would try to get some more sleep.

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Cracking open one eye, Harry looked around the den, as he'd come to call it, and saw that everyone was still asleep. Sitting up, he stretched and noticed there were four wands on the ground by their left over food from the night before. Finding his, he stuffed it in his pocket, he then proceeded to quietly climb out of the hole. The first thing he noticed was that the sun was about to rise and the sky was a palate of light pinks, oranges and purples. Climbing up a tree to get a better look, he came out above the trees to see that the clouds, which seemed so beautiful from below, were in fact storm clouds.

Climbing down to rest on a lower branch he kept watch on the camp. After a while, he jumped quietly to the ground, landing as quietly as a cat would, he went about collecting sticks and chunks of wood from the forest floor to prepare a fire. When he had finished, he racked his brain for the spell to set fire. His mother, yesterday, had merely waved her hand and flames sprung up. He really hoped she didn't expect him to make a fire the non-magic way because she would be sorely disappointed. Suddenly, the words came to him like a memory that had been rediscovered. Incendio.

"Incendio," he said, pointing his wand at the wood in the fire pit and it was burning. He felt very happy at his accomplishment.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder and he almost jumped out of his skin. He looked up to the owner of the hand to see a woman, about the age of his mom, looking back at him. She had light blonde hair, pale skin and light blue eyes. She was wearing a light green dress, which brushed the forest floor, with seemingly alive tiny flowers growing on it. The flowers were an ice blue that matched her eyes.

"Who are you?" he asked and he felt some recognition. "Do I know you?"

"I am Flora. You didn't know me as that when I was alive. I am also a friend of your parents." She gave him a bright smile and he returned it.

"How did you die?" he asked but when he saw a look loathing enter her eyes, he added, "If you don't mind."

She seemed to refocus on him and smiled apologetically, "My son and I were betrayed by my husband."

"Is your son dead?" he asked sadly.

"No," she smiled at that, "In fact he is Silvanus."

"That's good, I'm glad he didn't die," he said feeling happy for her.

She smiled and said, "Let's stop talking about such grave topics. I propose we go wake up the sleepy heads." She grinned mischievously.

"Too late to get me!" A voice said and they both looked to see Aurora, "But I want to help. I get Silvanus!"

"Now. We need a plan," Flora said conspiratorially, "How 'bout buckets of freezing cold water." That said, she waved her hand and two large buckets of water appeared. She grinned yet again and the two prankees appeared floating a couple feet above the ground. Harry and Aurora grabbed the floating buckets and smirked evilly.

"Ok Erebus. On the count of three." Aurora whispered, "One…Two…Three!" And they dumped the water on the two unsuspecting teenager's heads. They both gasped at the cold and their eyes were wide with shock. He could hear Flora cackling gleefully in the background and he could help but burst out laughing at Themis and Silvanus, who were, as of now, glaring at them full-force.

Harry put his hands up in a defensive manner and said, "Hey! It wasn't my idea. It was your mum's idea Silvanus."

Silvanus looked around him and his eyes lit up. "Mum!" he cried happily and ran to her to give her a bone crushing hug.

Harry looked over to Themis, or Hermione, and saw she was smiling contentedly at the mother-son reunion. Without catching the attention of the potentially vengeful girl, he motioned to Aurora and they both started to back away slowly. Harry was glad Flora was so caught up with her son that she didn't notice them sneaking away because he wasn't sure whose side she would be on. Slowly, before the others noticed anything amiss, they climbed up a tree. Just as Harry let out a sigh of relief, he heard Silvanus shout, "They got away!"

Harry carefully camouflaged himself with leaves and hoped they would get tired of searching and give up the hunt. The key word was hoped. Then he snorted quietly and thought, Not bloody likely! He knew Flora could probably locate them with a thought but she probably wanted Themis and her son to strengthen their hunting skills. Either that or they were quietly sneaking up on them and they were going to attack them any second now.

Just as that thought entered his head he heard Flora call to them, "Erebus, Aurora, you can come down now!" He looked to Aurora questioningly but she merely shook her head, clearly having the same thoughts as he did.

Suddenly, his surroundings started to blur before they cleared again and he found himself sitting in a large circle around Flora. To his left was Aurora and to his right was Themis and across from him was Silvanus. The first thing he noticed was that the other three looked stiff and then he realized he couldn't move.

"Don't try to fight it," Flora ordered them soothingly, but her face said she was enjoying every minute of it. "You will only strain yourselves. Now onto business." She summoned a brown bag to her, which reminded him of Lily's, and brought out a series of powders, plants and vials of liquids. They were all a series of different colours and textures and he hoped she wasn't going to use any of it on them.

"I am here to teach you the importance's and properties of herbs and plants and what you can make out of them." For what seemed like two days, in reality three hours, she had taught them about all the plants you could find anywhere and what they were for. Harry had the feeling she had put a spell on them to keep their attention and to make them comprehend it all easier. But Harry was hardly grateful at the moment, his head hurt like he had been pounding it all day with a rock.

Harry, Aurora, Silvanus and Themis all trudged their way back to the Den without dinner. They were just too tired to, although, Themis seemed quite happy about learning all that. Harry thought he remembered something like that about Hermione from his memories. Within minutes Harry drifted into a deep dreamless sleep.

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Phew! That was long! You guys are lucky dogs. I just wrote the last chapter yesterday or today. (actually both) I don't know how that makes sense.

Written: December 11 and 12.

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