Summary: Meetings with Dumbledore and answered questions and the history of the board.
Rating: PG...it's just an information type chapter.
Of Nighttime Meetings
The sunlight streamed in the open window of the History of Magic classroom. Half the class was asleep and Harry was barely keeping his eyes open. The day was going by so slowly. He looked up at the clock and saw that it had only been two minutes since he last checked it. If this day went any slower the clocks were going to start going backwards. He let out a loud yawn that earned him an annoyed scowl from Professor Binns. Just forty-two more minutes of this class and then five more hours till the meeting with Dumbledore.
Across the school, out in Greenhouse Four the same exact thoughts were floating across the mind of a certain Slytherin.
'Ms. Soren...'
'Ms. Soren...'
'Ms. Soren, would you like to join us sometime today?' asked Professor Sprout with annoyance in her voice and a pink tinge on her cheeks. Putting on her Slytherin air, Dezyree looked up at her with an arched eyebrow, 'I suppose, Professor'
'Good then will you please put on your protective gloves and step up to the front of the class?' responded Professor Sprout with false cheerfulness in her voice.
'What for?' she asked suspiciously as she slowly pulled her gloves on.
'You will be helping me show the class how to prune a venomous tentacula'
Dezyree eyes got wide as she made her way up the aisle to stand beside her teacher. The one day I didn't do my homework the material is needed in class and I have to demonstrate for the class. Great...just great.
Dumbledore sat behind his large mahogany desk with his pensieve before him. Occasionally he would raise his wand tip to his temple and extract a silvery white strand and place it in the stone basin. The thoughts swirled around each time he did this. He glanced up at his grandfather clock that stood in the corner of his office. It read 7:35. He let out long sigh as he stood up to pace his office. He felt a certain anxiety as he waited for the clock hands to reach eight o'clock. He didn't know how the students would react to their meeting, the information and the fact that it wasn't exactly private with just him. The Slytherin and Gryffindor had never met but he expected a rough welcoming between them.
Dezyree Soren was a sixth year, the same as Harry; she was just a year older because she had accidentally been over looked. The circumstances in her family had changed and she was placed in Hogwarts. Dumbledore wasn't even aware of her existence until he was owled that her name would need to be added to the list of new students. It had been shocking since nothing of the sort had ever happened before, but her name and been added anyway and here she was.
Dezyree was a pale girl with skin the color of fresh cream and wavy brown, shoulder-length hair and pale blue eyes. She was unusually attractive and when he saw her around the school he would find himself thinking of things that he hadn't entertained in years. Her presence commanded everyone's attention and her beauty commanded everyone's eyes. He had heard tell around the school that she was part veela four generations short, or something to that extent. It was also once rumor that she was telekinetic. But that wasn't a rumor anymore; it was a fact among the older students. And to the best of his knowledge this power came from a long line of a pureblood wizarding family. The power had been derived from the powers of a Seer who had been the first of her bloodline and when the family had been divided the other half became telepaths instead.
Dumbledore glanced up at the grandfather clock once more just in time to hear the chimes that sang out the hour. Eight o'clock. Within seconds he heard the sound of sharp knock on his office door. He crossed the room lightly and quickly opened the great wooden door to reveal a scowling blonde Slytherin and a thin, messy haired Gryffindor. Dumbledore held the door a little wider and said, "Please come in, both of you, and take a seat". Dezyree started the discussion right off the bat. "Sir, I was under the impression that this was going to be a private meeting", she said as she slid into one of the two chairs that sat before his desk. Harry nodded in agreement as he too sat down into one of the chairs. "Ah yes, about that, well it seems that both of you are aware of the new tool of Voldemort, correct? This meeting was called to discuss it and I see no reason to have to go over the information twice when I can cover it all in one shot", he said as he sat down heavily behind his desk and laced his fingers together over his belly.
"So what is this Board exactly?" asked Harry. Dezyree's eyes unfocused for a second before fixing once again on Dumbledore, waiting for his answer. Dumbledore looked up at the high ceiling, searching for the right words to begin with. "The Board is...classified...as an artifact. In fact it was thought to be a myth like the Holy Grail until recent information was gathered on it. As it would be, a British muggle archeologist came across an ancient journal on a dig a few hundred miles south of the Libyan Plateau. In this journal a great magical tool was described with both its whereabouts and history." Dumbledore took a moment to lean forward and rest his elbows on the desk and formed a steeple with his fingers. "This find was immediately reported to the British Antiquities by the archeologist and the journal itself was sent to the nearest British Antiquities Museum to be translated. As soon as it was translated, Voldemort was notified of the journal and its contents. We can only assume he has death eaters working in Egypt for such a thing. It is a theory that he already knew about the board and was just waiting for the information to be found. There are so many possibilities about just how he knew about it that we don't have enough time to discuss them all. Anyway...a few days later the journal and the translations were stolen from the museum. From there we lost track of the journal until a large group of 'oddly dressed' people reportedly crossed the Egyptian boarder with a large crate. They took out the boarder patrol and fled, to where we don't know. What we do know is what was in that journal. Three copies of the translations were made, one we have, one they have, and the third is in a file cabinet in the British Antiquities building in Cairo. The translations tell us where the board came from and where it was.
The board itself was made by an ancient wizard who called himself Etiminous or Ateronis in English. He was the brother of the Pharaoh and as a gift made him a tool, or weapon, that would help him abolish his enemies that threatened to invade Egypt from the south. The board was made like a chessboard and it came with a charm that would be placed on the soldiers of the Pharaoh so that they would be played across the board like the pieces. To make it easier to understand, think of the board as the world and the soldiers as the pieces. The board just made it so that the Pharaoh could see every aspect of the war before him (locations, peoples, battles etc...) and move his soldiers around as easily as he would the chess pieces. The board was forged in secret deep beneath the city of Thebes so that no other man would be able to take possession of it.
But information leaked out and just weeks before the presentation the board was stolen by a coven of wizards. They claimed that the board was a tool of too much power and if such a thing were given to a muggle then the safety of the world would be at stake. The wizards came together and sieged the palace of Ateronis, setting fire to the palace, they took the board and fled. In the safety of a deep cavern beneath the sands of the desert, the coven broke the board in half, and with it broke the magic of the board in half. They took the halves and hid them in two places on opposite sides of Egypt and there they lay for two thousand years. One piece lay beneath the magical city of Torun, and the other, at the base of the Libyan Plateau. The story and location of the Board of Ateronis drifted into legend and myth until the fateful archeologist across the journal.
The special forces of the Egyptian ministry of magic investigated the locations of the pieces and found that they had been unearthed and taken away. Torun had been attacked and the piece there had been stolen in the confusion and an empty ditch was discovered where the second piece had once lain. So in the end we concluded that the board had been taken again and was now in possession of the dark side".
Harry's mouth hung slightly open, as this was the first time he had heard of such things. Dezyree, on the other hand, held little emotion in her face, as if she had heard this story before. This was to be expected.
"So what does this have to do with us?" asked Harry. Dezyree turned and looked at him slowly. "I don't believe it has anything to do with you actually..." she turned back to Dumbledore and said, "but it has everything to do with me and my cousins". Harry's expression changed to one of puzzlement. "Then why did I get the dreams?" She scoffed before replying, "Everyone knows you are connected with Voldemort, Potter. It just means you see what he sees".
"And my role in this battle has become to search him out by using what I see through him. So no matter what you would need me to search him out anyway".
"I can't argue with that but I still don't think that you were intended for this battle like you have been for every other".
"And what makes you so sure you are intended for this battle?"
"Because he hand picked me"
"Why?"
"Because I possess the power of telekinesis"
There was a long silence between the two as Harry processed this. "Telekinesis? Like moving things with your mind telekinesis?"
"Yes moving things with your mind telekinesis! How many kinds of telekinesis' do you think there are?!"
Dumbledore suddenly began to laugh at this. He laughed and laughed and laughed. Both students stared at him like he was crazy. "Um sir?" asked Dezyree. "I'm sorry, both of you, I just was reminded of a similar situation and I find it hilarious that no matter how many years pass the same situations repeat themselves with different people in the same places". Harry raised an eye brow as this made no sense what so ever to him. "Well...er...maybe we should end this meeting...sir", said Dezyree. Dumbledore began to laugh again. Tears leaked out of his eyes as he tried to calm himself. "Yes..." he chocked out, "That might be appropriate...but we will need to arrange another meeting when the...er...new students...arrive". Both students rose and headed out the door.
Once down the stairs and back out into the hallway, Dezyree stopped and held out her hand. "Well this has been an interesting evening. Good night, Potter", said Dezyree as Harry shook her extended hand. He dropped his hand and stepped away. He pulled out his cloak with a flourish and flung it around his body and disappeared. Dezyree was shocked for a second as Harry's voice drifted down to meet her, "Yes it has been an interesting evening, Ms. Soren". She smiled and shook her head. "An invisibility cloak...nice" she said as she pulled out her wand and pointed it at herself and muttered 'Invisentaro' and disappeared before heading back to her own dormitory.
Authors Note: Just in case somebody reading this doesn't know by this point, telekinesis is the ability to move objects solely with the power of the mind, therefore telekinetic is the possession of such a power. The city of Torun is pronounced as it is spelled, Tor-un.
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