I'm soooo sorry that I haven't updated in so long XX My life really has a knack of getting in the way of Fanfiction.
NOTE: ok, I'll put all of the translations with corresponding numbers on the bottom of the page, ok? like ummm....(1)hola
scrollscrollscroll(1) Hello (in Spanish)
Also, please, If you notice any mistakes with my translations, tell me.. I speak at least a little bit of all of the languages that I use here(and am somewhat fluent in most) but I rarely actually write or type them out. ok, now, On to the story!
(Hermione's POV)
"Eight hundred fifty years?!" Ron exclaimed incredulously. "But that... That's biologically impossible!"
Hermione goggled at him. In the whole six years that she'd known him she'd never heard him say anything, well, intelligent.
Ron blushed and scuffed a foot on the ground, "I heard some muggle say it once," he mumbled. Harry just stood there, the picture of puzzlement, staring back and forth between Jasmine and Ron as if they'd both suddenly sprouted another head and he was the only one to notice.
"Oh yes," Jasmine continued, ignoring Harry's look, "My parents are both a bit over 3000 in your years.. Oh, why am I telling you guys all of this? We hate each other!" At that she plopped down on the nearest comfortable arm chair and started fiddling with her hair.
"Because," Hermione said softly, "we're your friends and you can trust us." And she meant it.
Jasmine stopped playing with her hair as a sudden voice from behind the quartet said, (1) "Ciao, il mio Fiore. "
Hermione spun around to see a handsome boy who she didn't recognize, He looked maybe a few years older than everyone else in the room. She knew she heard his voice somewhere... She looked back to Jasmine who was frozen in place, seemingly paralyzed with fear, and very pale.
"Run, guys," she whispered, "Run."
(Jasmine's POV)
Jasmine turned around slowly to meet the sight that confirmed her fears: Antonio Desario. He stood there, leaning in a relaxed way that annoyed her. His Hazel-green eyes were sparkling with something aggravatingly close to amusement, and his coal black hair was cropped shorter than when she last saw him. He grew up in France with Jasmine, but was born in Rome, into a very powerful (2)Celtic Fire Elf family.
He was about 150 human years older than Jasmine and she hated him with every ounce of her being. She noticed, half relieved, half annoyed, That her friends hadn't left her, but rather were huddled in a corner, speaking in hushed voices. "I Loathe you," was Jasmine's delayed very icy reply.He smiled, "Why? What ever have I done to you?" He asked innocently in the old Elvish language.
"You're a bully and worse," She accused, sounding and feeling like a child, stubbornly in English. She knew he hated English.
"Come on, Fl- Jasmine, " He continued in Elvish, abandoning his nickname for Jasmine before she got really mad at him. "It really is time you come back to us, this siding with wizards is childish. I thought you'd grow out of it by now. The same kind should stick together."
"I hate you," she said, her anger rising with every word. "Je vous déteste, L'odio, ¡Yo LO ODIO! " (3)
"If you're sure... though I hate to destroy the last of our kind- however weak, young Vipera."(4)
Jasmine Panicked. "RUN! HARRY, HERMIONE, RON- RUN!" , she grabbed her ring and pressed her thumb on the silver part. "SELLLLL- EEEEEE- NAAAAAAA!" she called in a sing-song way, "Help me Selina! I'm at Hog-" a great ball of fire lept from antonio's fingertips and flung her ring to the floor on the other side of the room.
"Do your friends always fight your wars?" he wanted to know. That she knew, was him egging her on, but it wasn't going to work. Or maybe it was...
"fine, I challenge you to a sword duel. Right here, right now. NO magic." His confident look faded, but barely enough for anyone to notice. Jasmine was a sort of joke among her peers magically as a child. That led her to train phisically like a muggle knight and she eventually became reknown among elemental elves for her talent with a sword.
"To the death?" He asked. Jasmine swallowed, suddenly nervous. "To the... mortal death," she said finally.
"One moment," she said, feeling dumb. She quickly apparated to her room, grabbed her ancient leather sword belt and diamond-hilted sword, previously dubbed 'baya', the elvish word for beautiful.(5)
She swung it around experimentally; It had been 50 human years since she'd last had a sword duel. She quickly apparated back to the Room of Requirement. Antonio was sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace. He was making the fire place come to him, dissapear, then reappear in the fireplace.
"Anthony," Jasmine called. He spun around quickly: He hated his name in english. He drew his sword which gleamed wickedly with white fire. She took a deep breath with her eyes shut then opened them, she drew her sword.
They both bowed and saluted each other with their swords, then crossed them. "Begin," a familiar voice said from the other side of the room. Jasmine did not have to look at her friend to know that Selena, an air elf and Jasmine's best friend, was there.
Jasmine and Antonio began to cicrle, each looking for the others weekness, neither finding one. Finally Antonio did and struck low: Jasmine parried his blow, but only barely, and was weak for the next blow which was aimed at her the top of her head. She grabbed her blade with her left hand and pushed upwards against his own, desperate not to lose. She had only lost once in her life anyway.
It'll hurt a lot if he gets me on the top of the head. She searched him for a weak spot and found none. He swung at her neck but it was a feint: he quickly brought his sword across towards her side. Jasmine brought her sword down in an in an attempt to block but it was too late: He sliced right through her clothes and put a deep gash between two of her ribs. Owwwwww-a
"Oh, il semble vous a perdu votre touche, votre Fleur,"(6) he said "It must be siding with those good wizards that did it." he said the word 'good' very mockingly and 'wizards' as if it was a curse.
"Well you're siding with Voldemort-" he swung at her head again. She went to block, but somehow slipped up. Antonio's sword managed to slice her neck and the last thing she heard him say before blacking out was "Au contrare, Madamioselle" (erm... I think I spelled that wrong..)
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"Wakie wakie Jaz," Jasmine opened her groggy eyes moments after she lost the duel to see Selena hovering over her, blasting cold air in her face.
"I'm up, I'm up!" then it hit her: "I lost. I cannot. believe. I lost"
"Something had to deflate your head," Selena said jokingly, Helping her up just as an out of breath Harry, Hermione, and Ron ran to the doorway, Dumbledore in tow.
"I am not arrogant!" Jasmine said indignantly.
"not now.."
"Selena!" Jasmine was going to argue further when she spotted a fiery Jasmine flower in front of her: Antonio had left it. She was just going to blast it if she could when it went to Selena in a wisp of air.
"You're alright? And the boy's gone? I guess you won't be needing me, then," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye, then dissapeared with a swish of his cloak. Jasmine noticed a small bumblebee buzz around for a moment then fly into the hall.
"What happened?" the Gryffindor trio said simultaniously. "Well," Jasmine, red faced with embarrasment, explained everything to them and introduced her friend Selena, the last remaining Air Elf, or Air Faeries, as some called them (though it was a name loathed by Selena) in the world.
(1) Hello, My Flower (In Italian)
(2) Yeah, I know this isn't a translation, but I changed my mind again, LOL. I decided to change it back to Celtic, hehehe. Okay, I promise that I won't change it again.. I think.. (3) yeah, that was vaguely 'I hate you' in french, Italian, and Spanish. (4) Viper, In Italian (The snake...) (5) yupp, I definately made that up, Lol. (6) Oh, It seems as though uoi have lost your touch, Flower. (In french... warning: French is definately not my forte) Wow, I am SOOOOOOO sorry at how long that took to write, but I was having some severe computer issues. I'll try to get the next chapter out ASAP. in the meantime, please be kind and review. I definately write chapters faster when people review.