DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters contained within.
I couldn't help myself! I so wanted to read more reviews that when I finished this chapter, I tried to hold it of to post tommorrow. But 's impossible! Oh well, here is another chapter of "The Age of Wisdom".
History Excerpt - Magical Bonding and Familiars, by Julia the Jew (3489 BSW - 3589 BSW)
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Chapter One of "The Age of Wisdom" by Hilel.
The colours...No, Colour. All he could see was this emerald-coloured flash of light. It wouldn't leave him be. He tried opening his eyes, but they resisted him. Finally, the light was receding. He suddenly saw himself, as if watching a modern muggle television (thousands of years away from being invented, but he didn't know how he likened it to that). He was accepting a medal of some sort, a flash of the sun against shiny metal and he could read what was written on it.
James Harry Potter, Seer First Class. Third Secondary to the First, and All Honours Entailed. It read in shiny gold lettering. He tried shaking his head, but his body still did not respond. How could this be? A Seer? Him? But already the scene was changing.
The blackness once again enveloped him. Once it cleared, he saw a great hall, much like the Great Hall in the Institute of Magical Learning and Advancement, but, unlike here, the roof did not have access to the School Trafficway, but instead, a lovely blue sky, as if the hall had no roof.
But it was not the hall itself that caught his attention, it was a person. Someone who looked like him. Black hair, all messy, just like James'. But his eyes, the exact shade of emerald green as his dream. The boy - thats what he must have been, only sixteen, at most - smirked maliciously, as if planning the downfall of an enemy.
"Potter!" A voice exclaimed. A moment later, the owner of the voice came into James' view. "What are you doing out of class?" He continued. The owner of the voice seemed to have extremely greasy hair, as if he washed it with grease instead of shampoo (again, how James likened it that, he had no idea).
The boy, a Potter, James realized, tuned his smirk straight at the greasy haired man. "Oh, I don't know, Professor Snape." the boy said in a falsely sweet voice. Alarm bells went off in James's head. A Snape? Professor? A Snape is teaching a Potter? Had James been able to speak, he would have shouted in horror. But this Snape seemed different to those in his class...somehow.
"You don't know?" Snape hissed, glaring at Potter with hatred filling his hazel coloured eyes (I decided I liked Snape with hazel eyes, if anyone knows his real eye color, please tell me.). The eyes...
Snape? A Potter? But...Impossible! James thought. But he was jerked from his thoughts a moment later, when Potter pulled out his wand, (What is that? James thought,) pointed it at Snape, and yelled two words that James didn't know. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" Potter yelled, sending a beam of green light, (thankfully not emerald) at Snape.
Snape just stood there, jaw hanging wide open as the beam of light hit him, and crumpled to the ground. Potter, the smirk still on his face, walked over to where Snape was lying, and kicked him once. "Goodbye, mate." he said. James was staring in horror.
"Harry!" Another voice called. Potter turned toward the two double doors, and smirked.
"Job well done." Potter said softly, replacing his smirk with a smile as other students started entering the hall, and gasping. Soon, whispers of 'Potter killed Snape!' were flying throughout the hall. Potter had disappeared, though. The only one who had seen him go, had been a girl with bushy brown hair.
"Harry...what have you done?" she whispered as James' vision started to go black again.
The cold. Nothing but cold. The dementors were swiftly approaching. He couldn't stand them. Slowly, he started hearing the screams. He shook his head, and yelled to the stars - which he could only barely see through the bars on his tiny window. Azkaban was as cold, dark and forbidding as he had imagined.
Harry Potter had stopped imagining himself out of Azkaban twenty years ago. He was thirty-six years old. And still none of his friends believed him. In fact, whenever he told his best friend, Ronald Weasley, that he had not killed Snape, his friend smirked satisfactedly(thats not a word, I momentarily forgot the word I was supposed to use there).
Harry heard a lock clicking in the distance. And a few minutes later, he was standing - or in his case lying down - face to face with his mentor, Albus Dumbledore. He didn't understand what was going on. Though Dumbledore was the only one who didn't believe that Harry had killed Snape, he still had only visited once every five or so years.
"Professor?" Harry croaked, his voice having not been used (except for screaming) for the past twenty years. "What are...?"
Dumbledore smiled his smile, his eyes twinkling. "I have finally found proof that you are innocent, Harry." Dumbledore said, breaking into a grin. "You can finally get out of this hellhole."
Harry couldn't believe it. "You did?" He asked tentatively. "You can get me out...?"
"Yes, Harry." Dumbledore replied. "Lets get you out of here." He turned to a Dementor that Harry hadn't noticed - well, that was wrong, he HAD noticed it when it came close, but he had strangely not noticed it's effects as Dumbledore came closer.
"Please unlock the cell door and leave." Dumbledore told the Dementor. "We don't need your help to get to the door." Dementors? In Azkaban? Harry thought suddenly, even though he had been living with them for twenty years, he had never formulated the thought.
Harry tried to ask the headmaster, but Dumbledore had answered his question before he had even asked it. "No, Harry. Though the Daily Prophet said that the Dementor Revolt was unanimous, it was not. There had been a few Dementors out on business, that we managed to keep. I did, however, strongly suggest against their use...but the Minister decided it was best to continue using them."
Harry only smile his first real smile in twenty years the moment he stepped outside of the large castle that he had been kept in for twenty long, hard, cold years.
James slowly regained consiousness. He realised that he was the center of attention from all in the class. "What did you say?" an old voice demanded from somewhere behind him.
"Excuse me?" James asked, furrowing his brows. He didn't say anything. He slowly turned toward his teacher, Seer Trelawney. "I didn't say anything."
"Oh yes you did!" Seer Trelawney said. "You said a prophecy, I'm sure of it! If only it hadn't been your first." He sighed dramatically. James got even more confused by this. "You see, if you predict the future," Seer Trelawney was suddenly talking to the whole class again. The seventh year girl that had so taunted him before looked robbed of her entertainment. "And if you are not trained, then you will speak the prophecy in the language of the one the prophecy is about. You will come to my office after classes and tell me what happened." He added to James.
"Now..." Seer Trelawney continued, and soon his voice became just another sound as James thought about his prophecy. He could remember the words perfectly. He just didn't know what they meant.
Thats the end of this chapter. (pretty short, I know.)
I will try to make the others longer, and hopefully, I will succeed.
I want to thank everyone who read the prologue, and all who reviewed. The next chapter will have some duelling, some fighting, some magic and more explanations. (the history excerpts are there to tell you about what is going to happen in the story. What, you don't know yet? heh)
Now for some answers.
Emily Dufleng: Thanks for reviewing! The Foxfire idea I made up. I am what I call a semi-insomniac (meaning that, although I DO sleep at night, I take hours to do so) so I have much time to let my mind run wild. And as such, I came up with both the idea of Primal Bonding, Forced Bonding and Foxfires (at the same time). So yep, all three are mine. (yay! I own something!)
Wonderingwolf: Nah, he's not going to bring Harry into the past. If you read the History Excerpt, you'll see that only 'powerful' people can Primal Bond to a magical creature. As such, Harry will have enough power to accidentally send himself back in time. (cool, eh?)
CrazyGinnyGirl: Thank you so very much for reviewing. Ah, I see, I shall try to make my story less confusing. Alot of the things are in the past, so naturally, it's going to be different. Take the backwards going years for example. Year Nine is the newest students, while Year One is the last year, or the oldest students. :)
DouglasLR: Thanks for your ideas, and for reviewing!
Thats it, byes!
-Hilel.