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Crappery: All right, just to let everyone know, this story is not in any way shape or form set on that Disney movie Atlantis. I hated it, I was forced to watch it, and it will not make any appearance in my fic. I also apologize for the shortness of this chapter, but with all my school work this was the best I could do. Also, I'm not sure if I changed the name, but Professor Fortid is actually supposed to be Professor Vidente.
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silly bandit: -grins- Can't answer that! Um, it's a fantasy/very very very mild romance (like hand holding/hugging maybe a wee bit of kissing) novel that I quite like the idea of. The main character is a girl and that's about all I can tell you without giving something away...
The Punk Rock Goddess: -laughs- Yep!
No one remembered: School is just long...Perhaps...Perhaps...
Bride of Malfoy: Lucky little poo...Thanks and will do.
WeReWoLf AtE tHe KnAvE: Well...Probably. It's weird, I know...OMGOSH! We, the choir, sound so AWESOME! It's like...like a real choir! SHO COOL! –snorts- bugger off woman! Don't tell me to do my homework! Go shove a thrashing hippogriff up your arse!
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raven55: No problem, and I believe I changed Fortid's name to Vidente. It fits my plans better...-smirks and would rub beard if it was physically possible for her to grow one-
littoxkigga: Well maybe, but don't forget it was only Mia, Harry, Ron, and Draco who got Atlantis for their topic.
Queen of Insects: This isn't based in any way shape or form on the movie, so don't worry! Yeah, I had to have one fic where they were nice.
SlytherinGrlForever: Yeah, Binns bugs me too. Perhaps she is and it was meant to!
Thanks for all the reviews!! Blessed Be!
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Swept Away, Chapter Three
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Mia curled up in one of the large chairs in the library, her face slightly flushed from the feeling of being completely surrounded by books, by
history. Spread out on the table in front of her were a mass of old texts, each with its own reference, however obscure, to the Lost Continent of
Atlantis. She absently tapped the tip of her quill against her chin as her eyes skimmed the inked words, searching for the information she needed. A
disgruntled snort slipped from her as she slammed the book shut, a fed up expression on her face.
"Stupid..." She muttered as scrubbed her hands against her face.
She had been scouring the texts for days and usually she would have found something by now. But it seemed as if she wound never find anything.
She groaned and rubbed the back of her neck before getting up to her feet. She pushed her quills and parchment into her bag before slinging it
onto her shoulder. She was going to go talk to Professor Vidente about perhaps getting some titles to some books that would aid her in her
research. She had had the three boys search the Library as well, but none of the three had done much looking. She sighed quietly as she headed
out of the massive room, occasionally running a hand through her hair as she walked down endless corridors. Ever since the project had been
assigned, something had been ticking at the corners of her mind. It seemed to be waiting in the deep recesses of her memory, waiting for the most
ill opportune time to spring to life. Just before she was about to knock on the door that led to the professor's office, she checked her watch to
make sure that it was not too late for her to stop by. Her knuckles rapped against the wood moments later and a voice spoke from within.
"Come in."
She entered quietly, shutting the door softly behind her.
"Miss Granger, what can I help you with?"
"Well Professor, as you know you assigned us our projects three days ago and told us it would be in our best interest if we stopped by the Library.
I have done so every day for several hours and I have not been able to find anything except the most obscure references on the Lost Continent of
Atlantis."
The amethyst hues got a momentary sparkly to them that distinctly reminded Mia of Dumbledore, but before she could say anything or file it away
in some corner of her mind for future analyze, Vidente spoke.
"I though you might have had that problem. There is little information that was not lost when Atlantis disappeared. The few books that remain are
in the Restricted Section and they in themselves do not possess enough information to write an adequate report." Mia's mouth opened to interrupt.
"Normally I would not have assigned something with so little information available, but I believe you'll be able to do it."
Mia sighed very quietly and nodded obediently. "Is there any other place I will be able to get anything on Atlantis?"
The teacher nodded and reached around the side of her desk and got something out, handing it to her. Her brows furrowed slightly as she took the
very old tome, lightly tracing her fingers across its cover. There was something different about this book, the air around it seemed to almost hum
with ancient magic.
"Professor, I do not wish to sound rude, but..."
"You are asking about the magical aura it possesses?" A nod. "It is one of the few, original texts that remain. I am unsure of how it escaped, but
you may use it. Please just be careful with it."
"Of course I will Professor and thank you!"
"You're welcome."
She gently put it into her bag, smiling widely up at the older woman. She left the room and just as the door closed behind her she could have
sworn the other spoke.
"Priestess..."
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Mia chewed on part of her nail as she flipped through the book, trying to ignore the fidgeting of the three boys in front of her. After several
minutes of them writing down whatever they could find in the manuscripts from the Library and squirming, it got to her. She slammed the tome
down onto the table, a murderous gleam in her chocolate brown eyes.
"Is it possible for you to be quiet for even a minute? Is it at all possible?" She snapped.
She had had a horrible headache since she had left Professor Vidente's room the night before and it was only stronger then. She knew she was
being rude, but the shooting pain forced her to be so. They looked at her, Malfoy with a half sneer, before they returned to work. She shook her
head, her hair swishing about her shoulder blades. When her eyes reunited with the words something clicked in the back of her head, and the
agony disappeared. The only thing she fully comprehended was a single passage on the entire page.
"One was summoned, but four appeared. They were all clad in darkness, but the light surrounded them. The summoned one was all that was
needed and she was taken away..." A few lines down. "The Summoned One's name Camille."
Camille was the name Mia, if she had had a choice, would have named herself. It was the name she had given to strangers in the muggle world and
on those silly little forms on the internet, which she was only able to access during the summer. Could it just be a coincidence? She shook herself.
'Stop being stupid Mia!' She mentally chided. 'Just because the name Camille is in this book doesn't mean it's you! It's just a coincidence! But what
if...' And then that strange tingling feeling over her and started running up her body at an alarming pace.
A slightly panicked look must have crossed her face because the next thing she knew, both Harry and Ron were asking her frantically if she was
okay. She turned slightly afraid hues on her friends and was just able to push herself out of the chair. The three boys all let out gasps when they
could see the bookshelves behind her through her insubstantial legs and hips.
"What the hell is going on Mia?" Ron hollered.
"I-I don't know! It's never gotten this far before!"
"Before?? This isn't the only time it's happened?"
"This has happened..." Her words were cut off when her chest grew transparent.
Her eyes bugged and then grew hazy, as if the majority of her brain had decided to take a long over due holiday. Both of her friends grabbed her
rapidly fading arms and in the brief scuffle it took for them to reach her, Malfoy was pulled along. One of his hands were touching Mia's shoulder
when she fully disappeared, sweeping the three of them with her.
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Once again, I heartily apologize for the shortness of this chapter! They should start being over two thousand words after this one...I hope...If you have any questions, please feel free to review!
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Your Lord and Master;
Foamy the Squirrel