Thank you all for reviewing. That's very kind of you.
Just to clear something up: Ginny is immortal, almost like the living dead, but not quite. She has died, but has been 'resurrected' for lack of a better word.
Disclaimer: (Today, our very own Harry Potter shall read it to us) "She doesn't own us. Anything you see that you recognize is, mercifully, not hers. Please don't sue her.
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Chapter 6: Ginny's Lesson.
Ginny walked down to dungeons, slightly apprehensive. She had worked with Snape closely these past few years, learning the potion that helped keep her powers under control, and they had developed a sort of friendship that was still not understood by her. She had impressed him with her knowledge of potions, most of it learned from Tom. To her, he was still a heartless bastard, but he did want to make up for his past as a Death Eater, and she grew to respect him. Still, she really didn't like the idea of studying the Dark Arts with him for a whole entire hour.
She opened the door slowly, and entered quietly. Snape was nowhere to be seen. "Ms. Weasley," said a deep voice from behind her. The redhead jumped. Snape looked down at her. "Well' have these lessons in my private office. Follow me." He led her to a room down the hallway.
"Now," began Snape after Ginny sat across from him at his desk. "The headmaster wishes you to learn everything about the Dark arts as is possible for you. This means, these classes will resemble the training Death Eaters go through before their initiation." Ginny looked at the Potions Master wide eyed. He sneered at her. "It really shouldn't be too hard. You've already shown an aptitude for the Dark Arts. Those spells you used on Lucius Malfoy are some of the most difficult curses learned during Death Eater training."
Ginny swallowed hard and looked down at her hands. Snape continued. "Quite a lethal combination, too. The Cruciatus, Portaio, Hanle, and Partasis Curses. I'm surprised he held out as long as he did." The young girl closed her eyes sadly. The surly professor looked down at her.
"First, Virginia," he said in an uncharacteristic calm voice. "You need to know where the Dark Arts developed from."
"That's easy," she said, looking up. "Salazar Slytherin inve-"
"You're wrong," he said simply. "The Dark Arts go back before Salazar Slytherin. Except it wasn't known as the Dark Arts. It was pure magic. The wizards and witches who practiced it did so without wands. They wrote and performed rituals, many of which saved the lives of others. When the Ministry of Magic was founded, pure magic was outlawed, as it became clear that the Muggleborns that were now being allowed to join the wizarding world would never be able to practice it." He paused for a second. "The purebloods were outraged at the treatment they received from the Ministry of Magic, so they began to twist around their rituals to hurt those who hurt them and to protect their way of life. They refused to see the pure magic die out. Salazar Slytherin did in fact practice pure magic, and he was one of the most successful in turning pure magic into wand magic. Before he left Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic passed new laws that declared all forms of magic practiced without wands as evil. He, along with many others, was infuriated. They started to practice what we now know as the Dark Arts." He looked at Ginny, who was frowning.
"I don't understand," said Ginny. "Professor, if pure magic was saving people, then why outlaw it?"
"Because the Ministry is terrified of that which they cannot see," he answered. "I would have thought that after your little escapade with your fellow Gryffindors into the Department of Mysteries last June would have taught you that."
The young girl nodded. Snape's explanation of the history of the Dark Arts also clarified something: Dumbledore wanted her to study the Dark Arts so that she would be able to practice pure magic and canceling the need for her to control it.
"Wand out," ordered the professor suddenly.
Ginny hurriedly pulled out her wand from her robe pocket and stood up. "We'll begin with the Bortuse Charm. It is a defensive charm twice as strong as the Shield Charm." He walked around his desk. "Most Dark Arts spells are fueled by desire. Your desire to hurt, to kill, or to save someone. That desire is transformed into thought, that thought into energy, and that energy into magic, which will carry out your original desire." He pulled out his own wand. "Bortuse is one of the simplest spells that you will be learning. The desire in this case is that to protect, whether it is yourself or someone else. Simply point your wand at you or the person you want to defend and say 'Bortuse'."
Ginny nodded and concentrated very hard. She pointed at herself and said, "Bortuse." She looked at Snape, waiting for him to say she did it wrong. He surprised her, however: "Well, done, Virginia." He raised his wand and pointed it at her. "Let's see if it worked. Portaio!"
Ginny thought for a second that she was going to be sent flying across the room, when the spell made contact with an invisible wall in front of her and reflected back. She breathed a sigh of relief as Snape looked at her thoroughly impressed.
"That was excellent," he said, eyebrows raised. "Let's try that one more time." Ginny nodded and casted the spell again. Snape immediately threw a curse, which again deflected.
"Excellent work, Virginia," he said approvingly. He put his wand back in his pocket and beckoned Ginny to follow him. They stepped into his private lab, a place Ginny knew very well by know, having spent so many days brewing potions with Snape. It's walls were lined with shelves that held all the potions ingredients. There was a chair and two work tables, and nothing else.
"Now, since you learned that charm extremely quickly," began Snape. "We can move on to a defensive potion. It is called Puellibero. Now this potion also works as a poison. Instead of drinking it for protection, you are to wear like a lotion."
"How does lotion offer protection?" she asked, trying very hard to not laugh.
"The potion protects your limbs. There are many spells that will sever your arms, or leg, even your head. The potion is a protection to these spells." He gave a list of ingredients and the order they were to be added to the potion. As she worked at one of the tables, Snape went to work on the other.
After about a half and hour, Ginny was done with her potion. "Leave it where it is," warned Snape. "It has to set for fifteen minutes." He handed her three small vials. "Take these tomorrow, one after every meal. They'll make your powers easier to control."Ginny nodded and thanked him, then made her way to the Gryffindor Common room.
A/N: So what do you think? I know the last few chapters have been short, but I have almost no time to do anything nowadays.
Before you all decide to get mad at me for making Snape somewhat amicable, let me explain: Ginny has been working with him closely for the last four years. He knows her secret, something that not even her parents know. And I know I'm changing his character here, but please, bear with me.
Something else: that story on the Dark Arts, I made it up with the help of my sister and it is not to be believed. However I have my reasons for making the Dark Arts derive from good magic. But I'm not telling here. You'll have to keep reading.
Please review, Thank you, Amalia
Just to clear something up: Ginny is immortal, almost like the living dead, but not quite. She has died, but has been 'resurrected' for lack of a better word.
Disclaimer: (Today, our very own Harry Potter shall read it to us) "She doesn't own us. Anything you see that you recognize is, mercifully, not hers. Please don't sue her.
~*~*~
Chapter 6: Ginny's Lesson.
Ginny walked down to dungeons, slightly apprehensive. She had worked with Snape closely these past few years, learning the potion that helped keep her powers under control, and they had developed a sort of friendship that was still not understood by her. She had impressed him with her knowledge of potions, most of it learned from Tom. To her, he was still a heartless bastard, but he did want to make up for his past as a Death Eater, and she grew to respect him. Still, she really didn't like the idea of studying the Dark Arts with him for a whole entire hour.
She opened the door slowly, and entered quietly. Snape was nowhere to be seen. "Ms. Weasley," said a deep voice from behind her. The redhead jumped. Snape looked down at her. "Well' have these lessons in my private office. Follow me." He led her to a room down the hallway.
"Now," began Snape after Ginny sat across from him at his desk. "The headmaster wishes you to learn everything about the Dark arts as is possible for you. This means, these classes will resemble the training Death Eaters go through before their initiation." Ginny looked at the Potions Master wide eyed. He sneered at her. "It really shouldn't be too hard. You've already shown an aptitude for the Dark Arts. Those spells you used on Lucius Malfoy are some of the most difficult curses learned during Death Eater training."
Ginny swallowed hard and looked down at her hands. Snape continued. "Quite a lethal combination, too. The Cruciatus, Portaio, Hanle, and Partasis Curses. I'm surprised he held out as long as he did." The young girl closed her eyes sadly. The surly professor looked down at her.
"First, Virginia," he said in an uncharacteristic calm voice. "You need to know where the Dark Arts developed from."
"That's easy," she said, looking up. "Salazar Slytherin inve-"
"You're wrong," he said simply. "The Dark Arts go back before Salazar Slytherin. Except it wasn't known as the Dark Arts. It was pure magic. The wizards and witches who practiced it did so without wands. They wrote and performed rituals, many of which saved the lives of others. When the Ministry of Magic was founded, pure magic was outlawed, as it became clear that the Muggleborns that were now being allowed to join the wizarding world would never be able to practice it." He paused for a second. "The purebloods were outraged at the treatment they received from the Ministry of Magic, so they began to twist around their rituals to hurt those who hurt them and to protect their way of life. They refused to see the pure magic die out. Salazar Slytherin did in fact practice pure magic, and he was one of the most successful in turning pure magic into wand magic. Before he left Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic passed new laws that declared all forms of magic practiced without wands as evil. He, along with many others, was infuriated. They started to practice what we now know as the Dark Arts." He looked at Ginny, who was frowning.
"I don't understand," said Ginny. "Professor, if pure magic was saving people, then why outlaw it?"
"Because the Ministry is terrified of that which they cannot see," he answered. "I would have thought that after your little escapade with your fellow Gryffindors into the Department of Mysteries last June would have taught you that."
The young girl nodded. Snape's explanation of the history of the Dark Arts also clarified something: Dumbledore wanted her to study the Dark Arts so that she would be able to practice pure magic and canceling the need for her to control it.
"Wand out," ordered the professor suddenly.
Ginny hurriedly pulled out her wand from her robe pocket and stood up. "We'll begin with the Bortuse Charm. It is a defensive charm twice as strong as the Shield Charm." He walked around his desk. "Most Dark Arts spells are fueled by desire. Your desire to hurt, to kill, or to save someone. That desire is transformed into thought, that thought into energy, and that energy into magic, which will carry out your original desire." He pulled out his own wand. "Bortuse is one of the simplest spells that you will be learning. The desire in this case is that to protect, whether it is yourself or someone else. Simply point your wand at you or the person you want to defend and say 'Bortuse'."
Ginny nodded and concentrated very hard. She pointed at herself and said, "Bortuse." She looked at Snape, waiting for him to say she did it wrong. He surprised her, however: "Well, done, Virginia." He raised his wand and pointed it at her. "Let's see if it worked. Portaio!"
Ginny thought for a second that she was going to be sent flying across the room, when the spell made contact with an invisible wall in front of her and reflected back. She breathed a sigh of relief as Snape looked at her thoroughly impressed.
"That was excellent," he said, eyebrows raised. "Let's try that one more time." Ginny nodded and casted the spell again. Snape immediately threw a curse, which again deflected.
"Excellent work, Virginia," he said approvingly. He put his wand back in his pocket and beckoned Ginny to follow him. They stepped into his private lab, a place Ginny knew very well by know, having spent so many days brewing potions with Snape. It's walls were lined with shelves that held all the potions ingredients. There was a chair and two work tables, and nothing else.
"Now, since you learned that charm extremely quickly," began Snape. "We can move on to a defensive potion. It is called Puellibero. Now this potion also works as a poison. Instead of drinking it for protection, you are to wear like a lotion."
"How does lotion offer protection?" she asked, trying very hard to not laugh.
"The potion protects your limbs. There are many spells that will sever your arms, or leg, even your head. The potion is a protection to these spells." He gave a list of ingredients and the order they were to be added to the potion. As she worked at one of the tables, Snape went to work on the other.
After about a half and hour, Ginny was done with her potion. "Leave it where it is," warned Snape. "It has to set for fifteen minutes." He handed her three small vials. "Take these tomorrow, one after every meal. They'll make your powers easier to control."Ginny nodded and thanked him, then made her way to the Gryffindor Common room.
A/N: So what do you think? I know the last few chapters have been short, but I have almost no time to do anything nowadays.
Before you all decide to get mad at me for making Snape somewhat amicable, let me explain: Ginny has been working with him closely for the last four years. He knows her secret, something that not even her parents know. And I know I'm changing his character here, but please, bear with me.
Something else: that story on the Dark Arts, I made it up with the help of my sister and it is not to be believed. However I have my reasons for making the Dark Arts derive from good magic. But I'm not telling here. You'll have to keep reading.
Please review, Thank you, Amalia