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History Excerpt - Magic Eras, by Mage Physisist (age not catalogued)

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The Magic Eras are made up of several eras within two larger ones. The largest two eras are BSW and SW, or Before the Separation of Wizards, and The Separation of Wizards. Within the first, BSW, there were two eras, namely the Yulesdon Era, and the Illarian Era (Yool's-done and ill-aare-ian, respectively). During Each Era, the populous spoke a different language (Yulesdon and Illarian, respectively).

The two Eras of the BSW were so closely linked, that it was thought to be the same Era, except for the difference in language. There were, however, different laws concerning a few different areas, and many were prone to dismiss these rules, since they sometimes thought they were still in the old era.

After SW, the Era system was thrown out, in favor of a Governmental system, with which a single leader could control the entire populace. Should the leader be incompetent, however, then the world would fall to chaos.

Chapter One of "The Age of Wisdom" by Hilel.

"Expelliarmus!" Ronald Weasley yelled, pointing a long, thin stick of wood at a black-robed wizard. Said wizard's wand ripped out of his hands, flying towards Ron's waiting left hand. And, armed with two wands, he let loose.

Many years ago, Ron had learned how to properly use another wizards wand, giving near the same results as his own. "Stupify!" Ron yelled, pointing his own wand at the wizard, while pointing his confiscated wand at another. Twin jets of red light shot out of each wand, hitting the wizards and dropping them. Ron gave an exultant smirk, basking in his glory.

"Ron!" a female voice interrupted Ron's musings. "There you are! You shouldn't go off like that!"

Ron inclined his head toward the bushy-haired witch. "I'm powerful enough to take care of them, Hermione." Ron said, gesturing vaguely with his own wand. "They don't stand a chance."

Hermione sighed in exasperation. "Harry's arriving today, Albus said." She said suddenly. Ron jerked around to face her, staring at her incredulously. "What would Albus want to do with a heartless murderer like him!?" Ron spat.

Hermione glanced at him. "You havn't heard? Harry was declared innocent yesterday." Ron scowled. What!? They've kept him locked up for twenty years! Why now do they believe him? Ron thought.

Hermione frowned at the look on Ron's face. "Aren't you happy that Harry's free now?" Hermione asked, sticking her hand in her robes, and pulled out a portkey (which happened to be a old-looking watch). "Here, take this, it'll take you back to headquaters."

Ron snatched the portkey from Hermione, and a moment later, he disappeared. "You didn't answer my question." Hermione whispered to herself as she disappeared herself.

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"The prophecy is an old one, but I believe it was given by one of Harry's ancestors." Albus said to the congregated assembly of witches and wizards. "I also think it may have been a first attempt by a 'First Class' ranked Seer."

Everybody in the room remained silent. All except one. "And what is that, Albus?" Ron asked.

"A First Class Seer is a Seer who only gives Prophecies. They See the future, but can't tell anybody, unless in the form of the words given with the prophecy. Any First Class Seer that hears a prophecy, will be able to 'See' exactly what the prophecy meant. Unfortunately, there have not been any First Class Seers for many...many years." Albus explained. "Any other questions, before I continue?"

Everybody was silent again. "Right. Now, this prophecy speaks of a 'Fallen Phoenix'. The words are old, and faded, so the meaning of this prophecy is not clear. Also, since it's a first attempt, it's full of bad poetry." Albus continued, then waved his wand in the air. Immediately, a long, thin, strand of red smoke emerged from his wand, writing words in the air.

"The Fallen Phoenix shall be betrayed, sent to prison and disloved by all but his most dear friend.

Power abundant, his eyes will fortell, the one who shall be destined to defeat the fear.

Time alone, shall tell this tale, his friends all falling.

Aged by years, he shall return, to destroy that which causes much fear."

As the smoke dissipated, Ron yelled, "What the heck was that? Bad poetry is a serious understatement!"

Just at that moment, a pair of double doors at the back of the room burst open, to reveal the form of Harry Potter. "I guess I am late." he mumbled, and stepped into the room.

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GAAAAAAAAAH! I HATE YOU, WRITERS BLOCK! I SHALL KILL YOU AND PUT YOUR HEAD (not that you have one) ON A SILVER PLATE! (not that I have a silver plate, but hey? this is Writers Block we're talking about.)

I am REALLY sorry about the EXTREME, unEMAGINEABLE shortness of this chapter. I just wanted you guys to know that I'm not abandoning this one (as I have my others...). At least I didn't TOTALLY break my 'lots of duelling in this chapter' promise. (see the duel scene at top).

Oh well. Thanks to allaya for reviewing, just cos I can't think of what to put in the end of this chapter. Awwww....

Emily Dufleng: Thanks for the info on the eyes...black eyes? I've never really seen such a thing. Anyway, I'll to use a synonym for a word if I can't remember it.

Wanderingwolf: Harry is definitely not a seer (so sad!). If you can't figure out what Harry will bond with, heres a clue: the creature's name starts with 'F' and ends with 'E'.

Ambrezwenko: I hope not to lose interest entirely, but then again, with me? time will tell...

Again, Sorry for the short chapter. If I manage to find my hidden katana, I'll slice Mr. Writers Block in half! *finds his katana....and realises it's meant for display, so it's BLUNT* NOOooo! oh well. I'll try another means of killing him.

-Hilel.