Author's note: Sorry, would have posted sooner but a) I was out of town and
away from a computer b)I was working on my website c)I was working on
Lunalia. But nevertheless, I shall post! Okay, here's one for you: say
Avada Kedavra (pronounce all A's "aih" ) then say Abracadabra. Nifty trick,
eh, J.K. Rowling?
"Third year was a major turning point in Harry's life," Ron began, "Because he was starting to get the clues as to why Lord Voldemort wanted to kill him. You see, Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, was framed for a murder that he didn't do. Black was proclaimed as Lord Voldemort's right- hand man, though in truth it was his long-time friend, Peter Pettigrew, who did the murder. Peter Pettigrew was a spy for Lord Voldemort, and thus he knew where Harry and his parents lived. Giving away their hideout spot was one of Peter's most honorable yet horrible deed. For the price, Peter used Sirius's wand to kill a dozen onlookers and then transformed into a mouse and put the blame on Sirius. The only people who knew of his innocence were Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, and Lupin. It was actually Dumbledore who had planned Sirius's escape from Azkaban."
"Azkaban?" Joanne asked, "Is that the prison for wizards?" Ron nodded.
"The place was surrounded by dementors- dark, brooding, soul-sucking creatures who took away most of human emotions. Dementors knew not of innocence or guilt, all they thought were feeding on as many human souls as possible. Whenever you encountered a dementor, first, you would get really paranoid. Then, whatever happiness and joy you have inside of you disappears. Third, you get chills all over your body, and you get really scared. After that, you start to feel...melancholy, as if you'll never be happy again. It's quite a mellow state, however it shatters when they are upon you. When they are, first you relieve your worst memory. Then, you experience your worst fear. And from Harry had told me, you start to fall into a deep sleep as your soul gets sucked out of you. Then, supposedly you are reborn in the dementor's body."
"How do you fight off a dementor?" Joanne said, writing down only the essential parts of Ron's explanation onto paper.
"One spell, 'Expecto Patronum' "Sure, the incantation could be perfect, but it could be useless without a certain mindset. You have to have a good memory, a strong, impacting feeling so that you won't give in to the dementor's spell. You have to stand confidently, not be scared, and be happy. Because-"
"There is nothing to fear except for fear itself." The door had opened and Hermione had entered Joanne's house; her hair was matted due to the rainy weather, the sun had not dried it back to its bushiness yet. Her eyes had a bewildered look, as if she had seen Harry Potter once more.
"Hermione, how did you get here?" Ginny asked, "You weren't supposed to use magic any more!"
"I had to," Hermione replied, "Because soon our magic will disappear."
"What?" Ron said in disbelief, "What do you mean?"
"Ever since the last heir of Gryffindor and Slytherin died out, the magic ability is beginning to die out. It's all part of the prophecy that Cassandra Trelawney started and Sibyll Trelawney ended."
"Sibyll Trelawney?" Joanne inquired.
"The crazy professor Harry and I had starting our third year," Ron explained hastily, "She was a bit of a fraud, however Dumbledore kept her because she was a true prophet. She was the one who said that Harry would bring down Lord Voldemort and end his dark reign. A Seer was a person blessed with the power of knowing the future-"
"Cursed, rather," Hermione cut off, "Sibyll Trelawney came from a long line of Seers, they were destined to tell the horrible fate of magic welders. Cassandra Trelawney started the prophecy by saying 'The one who brings fear and darkness is upon us; his magic will extend those beyond his time, and every one in our community will pay for it.' Her daughter, Alexandria Trelawney continued it, 'He hides from within, he suffers from the cruelty of his peers, the same that will be killed with forbidden magic he produces. The fate of their grandchildren shall be sealed with his death.' Then, Samantha Trelawney, 'The Dark Lord has risen and he will give no one his mercy; his reign of terror will end with the destruction of wizard and witches and thus their extinction...' At last, Sibyll Trelawney ended it. And during that time, only one person heard all four prophecies."
"Albus Dumbledore," Ginny whispered, "So he knew all of this all along! No wonder he started to look weary and defeated when Harry had joined the Order."
"What will happen, Hermione?" Ron asked as Hermione sighed heavily.
"Well, over time we'll start losing our magic abilities," Hermione started, "First the Muggle-borns, then the half-bloods, and finally the full-bloods. If any of us-those that survived-were to have offspring, they would contain no magic in their blood whatsoever. The idea is that the wizarding race would die out then would appear in 400 years. It was to be our punishment for using extensive magic."
"How can we stop or change it?" Ron asked, "There's something we have to do."
"Well, that's why I came here," Hermione answered, "Lord Voldemort's true intentions was to stop this from happening. And those he did not make Death Eaters are still out there, trying to finish his job."
"Finish his...?" Ron started, "I thought he was just searching for immortality!"
"Didn't we all," Hermione stated, "In truth, he was looking for a Book of Fate to stop the destruction of wizard kind and his own death. Alexandria Trelawney stated that if Lord Voldemort did find the Book of Fate, he could change it at his will. However, she said that the possibility was slim to none, and if he did get the Book of Fate, he would probably die from its divinity."
"But he's gone," Ginny protested, "Harry killed him-"
"But the idea remains the same," Hermione said, "Everyone is out for the Book of Fate. Not only does it regard to witches and wizards, but it also regards Muggles also," She turned to Joanne, who was writing furiously. Hermione walked over and ripped out the pages that she had taken notes on.
"Sorry, Joanne," Hermione said apologetically, "We can't let the Muggles know about that." Ripping the pages up, she walked towards the door.
"There's only one thing that we can do," She whispered, "Stop anyone from finding that book."
"How hard could that be?" Ron asked, "We can summon it right?"
"Not all things can be summoned," Hermione said. Another filler chapter. Okay, next chapter, I introduce you...the older, sexy Draco Malfoy! (Is a Draco fan) There might be some slash, MAYBE, you never know...but if the ratings change, take that as a message.
"Third year was a major turning point in Harry's life," Ron began, "Because he was starting to get the clues as to why Lord Voldemort wanted to kill him. You see, Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, was framed for a murder that he didn't do. Black was proclaimed as Lord Voldemort's right- hand man, though in truth it was his long-time friend, Peter Pettigrew, who did the murder. Peter Pettigrew was a spy for Lord Voldemort, and thus he knew where Harry and his parents lived. Giving away their hideout spot was one of Peter's most honorable yet horrible deed. For the price, Peter used Sirius's wand to kill a dozen onlookers and then transformed into a mouse and put the blame on Sirius. The only people who knew of his innocence were Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, and Lupin. It was actually Dumbledore who had planned Sirius's escape from Azkaban."
"Azkaban?" Joanne asked, "Is that the prison for wizards?" Ron nodded.
"The place was surrounded by dementors- dark, brooding, soul-sucking creatures who took away most of human emotions. Dementors knew not of innocence or guilt, all they thought were feeding on as many human souls as possible. Whenever you encountered a dementor, first, you would get really paranoid. Then, whatever happiness and joy you have inside of you disappears. Third, you get chills all over your body, and you get really scared. After that, you start to feel...melancholy, as if you'll never be happy again. It's quite a mellow state, however it shatters when they are upon you. When they are, first you relieve your worst memory. Then, you experience your worst fear. And from Harry had told me, you start to fall into a deep sleep as your soul gets sucked out of you. Then, supposedly you are reborn in the dementor's body."
"How do you fight off a dementor?" Joanne said, writing down only the essential parts of Ron's explanation onto paper.
"One spell, 'Expecto Patronum' "Sure, the incantation could be perfect, but it could be useless without a certain mindset. You have to have a good memory, a strong, impacting feeling so that you won't give in to the dementor's spell. You have to stand confidently, not be scared, and be happy. Because-"
"There is nothing to fear except for fear itself." The door had opened and Hermione had entered Joanne's house; her hair was matted due to the rainy weather, the sun had not dried it back to its bushiness yet. Her eyes had a bewildered look, as if she had seen Harry Potter once more.
"Hermione, how did you get here?" Ginny asked, "You weren't supposed to use magic any more!"
"I had to," Hermione replied, "Because soon our magic will disappear."
"What?" Ron said in disbelief, "What do you mean?"
"Ever since the last heir of Gryffindor and Slytherin died out, the magic ability is beginning to die out. It's all part of the prophecy that Cassandra Trelawney started and Sibyll Trelawney ended."
"Sibyll Trelawney?" Joanne inquired.
"The crazy professor Harry and I had starting our third year," Ron explained hastily, "She was a bit of a fraud, however Dumbledore kept her because she was a true prophet. She was the one who said that Harry would bring down Lord Voldemort and end his dark reign. A Seer was a person blessed with the power of knowing the future-"
"Cursed, rather," Hermione cut off, "Sibyll Trelawney came from a long line of Seers, they were destined to tell the horrible fate of magic welders. Cassandra Trelawney started the prophecy by saying 'The one who brings fear and darkness is upon us; his magic will extend those beyond his time, and every one in our community will pay for it.' Her daughter, Alexandria Trelawney continued it, 'He hides from within, he suffers from the cruelty of his peers, the same that will be killed with forbidden magic he produces. The fate of their grandchildren shall be sealed with his death.' Then, Samantha Trelawney, 'The Dark Lord has risen and he will give no one his mercy; his reign of terror will end with the destruction of wizard and witches and thus their extinction...' At last, Sibyll Trelawney ended it. And during that time, only one person heard all four prophecies."
"Albus Dumbledore," Ginny whispered, "So he knew all of this all along! No wonder he started to look weary and defeated when Harry had joined the Order."
"What will happen, Hermione?" Ron asked as Hermione sighed heavily.
"Well, over time we'll start losing our magic abilities," Hermione started, "First the Muggle-borns, then the half-bloods, and finally the full-bloods. If any of us-those that survived-were to have offspring, they would contain no magic in their blood whatsoever. The idea is that the wizarding race would die out then would appear in 400 years. It was to be our punishment for using extensive magic."
"How can we stop or change it?" Ron asked, "There's something we have to do."
"Well, that's why I came here," Hermione answered, "Lord Voldemort's true intentions was to stop this from happening. And those he did not make Death Eaters are still out there, trying to finish his job."
"Finish his...?" Ron started, "I thought he was just searching for immortality!"
"Didn't we all," Hermione stated, "In truth, he was looking for a Book of Fate to stop the destruction of wizard kind and his own death. Alexandria Trelawney stated that if Lord Voldemort did find the Book of Fate, he could change it at his will. However, she said that the possibility was slim to none, and if he did get the Book of Fate, he would probably die from its divinity."
"But he's gone," Ginny protested, "Harry killed him-"
"But the idea remains the same," Hermione said, "Everyone is out for the Book of Fate. Not only does it regard to witches and wizards, but it also regards Muggles also," She turned to Joanne, who was writing furiously. Hermione walked over and ripped out the pages that she had taken notes on.
"Sorry, Joanne," Hermione said apologetically, "We can't let the Muggles know about that." Ripping the pages up, she walked towards the door.
"There's only one thing that we can do," She whispered, "Stop anyone from finding that book."
"How hard could that be?" Ron asked, "We can summon it right?"
"Not all things can be summoned," Hermione said. Another filler chapter. Okay, next chapter, I introduce you...the older, sexy Draco Malfoy! (Is a Draco fan) There might be some slash, MAYBE, you never know...but if the ratings change, take that as a message.