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Chapter III: Revolutions of fate
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So the Ministry's nervous. I figured this out as I read the file Alucard gave me in my humble abode.
They should be. This artifact is even more powerful than the Philosopher's Stone.
Uses: Main ingredient for the Youth elixir, Reflects all kinds of spells. Revives the dead. Magnifies spells... the list goes on.
Practically, this is a very powerful artifact that only a few knew about. Unfortunately, the wrong kinds of people knew about this.
Death Eaters.
The dark mark, although muggles thought it was strange, was found in the crime scene. A bad sign. Especially when Harry and the rest defeated HIM for the second time.
That man was getting quite irritating. Why can't he just dry up and die?
There was an old saying that the bad weeds are the hardest to kill.
I guess they were right.
Also in the file was the name of the Archeologist who discovered the Eyes. No picture and just a surname.
Flamma.
In Latin it means flame.
He doesn't have a doctorate but his record is impressive.
For the past year he had found five artifacts for the museum, including the eyes of Anubis.
But still the information was not enough. I had to get more.
And I am not looking forward to this task.
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It's a good thing I aced muggle studies or I would be at a terrible loss. Plus some tips from Harry and Hermione came in handy. I had to use a disguise for I don't particularly blend with muggles.
Hell, I don't blend with wizards either.
I wore my muggle "business" attire. A blue blazer over a colored sleeveless shirt and a pencil cut skirt. I really hated this attire. I stand out too much although I looked like everyone else.
But they gave me stares and whistles that made me nervous. And really uncomfortable. It was like... I don't know. Undressing me with their eyes?
I don't understand muggles.
I reached the museum in good time. There were a few people inside the museum which was just fine for me. I know I make the other people in the wizarding world nervous but truthfully? These muggles scare me.
I made my way, asking directions to the Egyptian displays. And once I found it, I saw the most peculiar thing.
A man was looking at an empty display case in the middle of the room. He was about six foot tall with brown, waist length hair in a ponytail. His back was to me so I couldn't see his face but he wore a brown leather jacket and khaki pants. In his right hand he held a felt hat that seems to me, according to muggle studies, a trend in the late 1920's. In the same hand was a small notebook, as they called it.
He was studying the display case with great concentration like figuring out a great puzzle. In his left hand was a... what's that called again? Pencil. He was twirling it between his fingers as if it was a habit of his.
As I walked closer, I saw him sigh and tuck the pencil in his left ear. A habit I still do with my wand. I was near enough the display case to read the inscription below it.
The keys of immortality.
The Eyes of Anubis.
He was probably the one they sent to find the artifact. This may be my chance.
I stood by him and looked at the display case and to my shock it bears the Dark Mark. The man beside me was silent but I know he noticed my presence. I closed my eyes to remove my gaze to the Dark Mark. I hated that thing. It made me afraid again and that is what I do not want.
The man suddenly spoke in a kind voice but filled with sadness. It was like he lost something precious.
"Ever feel like it was one of those times when everything would go bad and the sun will not shine the next day?" he asked as he gazed into the case.
"Hope's light is our eternal might," I said without thinking. I felt the man's gaze on me and I slowly looked at him. He was a looker.
He smiled at me and his jade eyes looked at me appraisingly from head to toe. It was like he was measuring me up.
"Really?" he asked and looked back at the display case. "But in this case hope is lost."
"Hope is never lost. It is simply cast aside when one is in doubt," his reactions to my words are priceless. He was looking at me interestingly and not freaked out by my suggestion.
"May I help you?" he asked with an amused smile.
"I'm just browsing," I told him and his smile softened.
"You are browsing in the wrong place," he said. "There's nothing to see here except some broken glass and me." Was that a line?
"I'm just curious of all the commotion," I said. The man sighed and looked at the case.
"It was on the papers two days ago," he said suddenly sullen. "It was the Eyes of Anubis. An artifact of great power or so the legends say." He looked at me speculatively and said no more.
"Are you from the papers?" he asked.
"I am from A paper," I answered truthfully. There's no reason to hide, just the fact that I'm a witch. "And am a student of history. But I deal with ancient magic of lore."
"Magic," he said in thought. He was a skeptic. Good. "I'm a believer of magic." Not good. "But the only magic I believe is the one that comes from the heart." Is this guy for real? If I didn't know better, I would say that he was... what was that muggle term? Coming on to me? I only gave him a small smile and then smirked.
"You must be a real heart breaker," I said. Surprisingly, he laughed.
"Will you risk your heart to find out?" he asked as he leaned closer. His antics were making me uncomfortable.
"No," I said sternly. "It would be an unfair bet for you have not heart to wager of your own." He flinched. That might scare him off.
"True it won't be a fair bet for my heart has already ached for you," Does this guy ever give up?
"Lost love will always pave a road straight to a man's grave," I said and bit him a good morning.
I left and didn't have anything else to go on. The trip was a bust. Maybe a drink in the Leaky Cauldron may get my perspective together.
And after that talk with that muggle, I need a real BIG drink.
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End of 3
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A/n: Please wait for the next chapter before you flame me with "the man's" attitude. Please review. Thanks.
.
Chapter III: Revolutions of fate
.
So the Ministry's nervous. I figured this out as I read the file Alucard gave me in my humble abode.
They should be. This artifact is even more powerful than the Philosopher's Stone.
Uses: Main ingredient for the Youth elixir, Reflects all kinds of spells. Revives the dead. Magnifies spells... the list goes on.
Practically, this is a very powerful artifact that only a few knew about. Unfortunately, the wrong kinds of people knew about this.
Death Eaters.
The dark mark, although muggles thought it was strange, was found in the crime scene. A bad sign. Especially when Harry and the rest defeated HIM for the second time.
That man was getting quite irritating. Why can't he just dry up and die?
There was an old saying that the bad weeds are the hardest to kill.
I guess they were right.
Also in the file was the name of the Archeologist who discovered the Eyes. No picture and just a surname.
Flamma.
In Latin it means flame.
He doesn't have a doctorate but his record is impressive.
For the past year he had found five artifacts for the museum, including the eyes of Anubis.
But still the information was not enough. I had to get more.
And I am not looking forward to this task.
***
It's a good thing I aced muggle studies or I would be at a terrible loss. Plus some tips from Harry and Hermione came in handy. I had to use a disguise for I don't particularly blend with muggles.
Hell, I don't blend with wizards either.
I wore my muggle "business" attire. A blue blazer over a colored sleeveless shirt and a pencil cut skirt. I really hated this attire. I stand out too much although I looked like everyone else.
But they gave me stares and whistles that made me nervous. And really uncomfortable. It was like... I don't know. Undressing me with their eyes?
I don't understand muggles.
I reached the museum in good time. There were a few people inside the museum which was just fine for me. I know I make the other people in the wizarding world nervous but truthfully? These muggles scare me.
I made my way, asking directions to the Egyptian displays. And once I found it, I saw the most peculiar thing.
A man was looking at an empty display case in the middle of the room. He was about six foot tall with brown, waist length hair in a ponytail. His back was to me so I couldn't see his face but he wore a brown leather jacket and khaki pants. In his right hand he held a felt hat that seems to me, according to muggle studies, a trend in the late 1920's. In the same hand was a small notebook, as they called it.
He was studying the display case with great concentration like figuring out a great puzzle. In his left hand was a... what's that called again? Pencil. He was twirling it between his fingers as if it was a habit of his.
As I walked closer, I saw him sigh and tuck the pencil in his left ear. A habit I still do with my wand. I was near enough the display case to read the inscription below it.
The keys of immortality.
The Eyes of Anubis.
He was probably the one they sent to find the artifact. This may be my chance.
I stood by him and looked at the display case and to my shock it bears the Dark Mark. The man beside me was silent but I know he noticed my presence. I closed my eyes to remove my gaze to the Dark Mark. I hated that thing. It made me afraid again and that is what I do not want.
The man suddenly spoke in a kind voice but filled with sadness. It was like he lost something precious.
"Ever feel like it was one of those times when everything would go bad and the sun will not shine the next day?" he asked as he gazed into the case.
"Hope's light is our eternal might," I said without thinking. I felt the man's gaze on me and I slowly looked at him. He was a looker.
He smiled at me and his jade eyes looked at me appraisingly from head to toe. It was like he was measuring me up.
"Really?" he asked and looked back at the display case. "But in this case hope is lost."
"Hope is never lost. It is simply cast aside when one is in doubt," his reactions to my words are priceless. He was looking at me interestingly and not freaked out by my suggestion.
"May I help you?" he asked with an amused smile.
"I'm just browsing," I told him and his smile softened.
"You are browsing in the wrong place," he said. "There's nothing to see here except some broken glass and me." Was that a line?
"I'm just curious of all the commotion," I said. The man sighed and looked at the case.
"It was on the papers two days ago," he said suddenly sullen. "It was the Eyes of Anubis. An artifact of great power or so the legends say." He looked at me speculatively and said no more.
"Are you from the papers?" he asked.
"I am from A paper," I answered truthfully. There's no reason to hide, just the fact that I'm a witch. "And am a student of history. But I deal with ancient magic of lore."
"Magic," he said in thought. He was a skeptic. Good. "I'm a believer of magic." Not good. "But the only magic I believe is the one that comes from the heart." Is this guy for real? If I didn't know better, I would say that he was... what was that muggle term? Coming on to me? I only gave him a small smile and then smirked.
"You must be a real heart breaker," I said. Surprisingly, he laughed.
"Will you risk your heart to find out?" he asked as he leaned closer. His antics were making me uncomfortable.
"No," I said sternly. "It would be an unfair bet for you have not heart to wager of your own." He flinched. That might scare him off.
"True it won't be a fair bet for my heart has already ached for you," Does this guy ever give up?
"Lost love will always pave a road straight to a man's grave," I said and bit him a good morning.
I left and didn't have anything else to go on. The trip was a bust. Maybe a drink in the Leaky Cauldron may get my perspective together.
And after that talk with that muggle, I need a real BIG drink.
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End of 3
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A/n: Please wait for the next chapter before you flame me with "the man's" attitude. Please review. Thanks.