Title: Harry Potter And The Walkers
Author: ENSIGN
Chapter 06 – Dumbledore's Army – Potter's Army
With renewed vigor the elves rushed after the retreating Phyrexians.
The scene dissolved and Hermione found herself standing beside Ron in a realm of total white.
"The both of you shouldn't be here." A calm voice spoke from behind them.
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The two students spun around and found crimson eyes focused upon them.
"W... W... Walker Fariahlia? What are you doing here?" Ron stuttered finding the gaze of the woman extremely disconcerting.
"I'm here on a favor for Harry. Might I enquire to why the two of you are present?" The Walker looked from a now relived Ron to an ashamed looking Hermione who was staring at the floor.
"Sorry." The girl whispered.
"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to. I understand your reasons, but I would advise the two of you to leave now. If Harry were to find you here, he would no doubt be..." She paused looking for the right word, "agitated."
Both students nodded.
"Good. Now, let's get out of here before Harry wakes again." Fariahlia floated towards them and placed a hand on each of their shoulders. "Ready?" Not waiting for their nods the Walker pulled them from the memory.
After a slight dizzy spell the two students found themselves back in the hospital wing. Immediately Fariahlia led the way out of the hospital wing, down the corridor and into an unused classroom.
Gesturing for two of them to enter first, Fariahlia then started waving her hands a muttering under her breath. Seeing the curious looks she was receiving she spoke. "I believe you refer to these as detection, locking and silencing spells."
"Oh." Hermione nodded in understanding and returned to looking at the Walker perform the spells.
Once she had finished weaving the spells Fariahlia with a slight pause waved her hand, and a complete living room set materialized in the room. "Sit, please." The Walker gestured. The three occupants proceeded to take their place. Hermione and Ron at the couch and Fariahlia in the armchair. Another wave and a tea set appeared, Fariahlia set out pouring the tea. "One or two lumps?"
"One for me." Hermione spoke.
"Three." Ron answered.
Once the trio had sipped a bit of their tea the conversation began. "I have no doubt that the two of you are Harry's most trusted friends. As I said before, I understand your need to help your friend, even if it means violating his memories." She held up her hand to stop Ron from speaking. "The memory that you just saw was a part of the Great War Of The Walkers. Yes, Harry was involved in it." She answered Hermione's silent question, when she let out a squeak of surprise.
"I request that you do not mention this particular war to Harry unless he tells you about it. He's a bit sensitive to that particular event. I sense you have some questions for me Hermione."
"Liah, I was just wondering, would Harry be alright?" Fariahlia stared at her a moment before laughing softly.
"My dear girl, Harry will no doubt be alright before most medical reports say he should be. He's particularly stubborn when it comes to being bedridden."
"Shouldn't Harry be alright anyway? I mean he did mention physical damage didn't matter to him once." Ron supplied.
"Ah... Yes, Ronald. What you said is true. Physical damage means naught to Harry, but our dear occupant of the hospital wing there received a strong dose of a mind scrambling spell." She paused to stare into each of their eyes. "Since you are Harry's friends and he trusts you, I'll tell you a secret. You see Walker's are generally immortal to attacks. However, a Walker can still be killed, not easily of course. If one can physically hinder a Walker enough through attacks, one can attack the only part of the Walker which isn't a physical manifestation of their mind." Fariahlia smiled when realization lit up Hermione's eyes.
"Of course. You attack the Walker's mind itself." Hermione uttered.
Fariahlia nodded. "Yes. The Walker's mind is the only thing that their survival depends on, that and their soul." Fariahlia mumbled the last part but Hermione's keen ears caught it.
"The mind of the Walker houses their essence and memories. To destroy it, would be to destroy the Walker, mind, body and probably soul." Seeing Ron's look of horror she reassured him with a smile. "Don't worry Ronald, Legilimency doesn't work unless the Walker is extremely weak, practically on the verge of death. The mental shields of Walkers are one of the strongest you will find."
"Your friend Harry, at the moment would only be venerable to a magical attack coming from an extremely powerful mind magic user. One of the reasons there are about two hundred wards over his bed. Which you broke when visiting him." The Walker added after seeing the duo's startled look.
"So in a nutshell, you're telling us the only way we can kill a Walker would be to smash their head in and literally scramble their brains before overloading it with a considerable amount of magic?" Ron asked.
"You could always convince one to just off themselves." Fariahlia joked as she took another sip of her tea.
The two students rolled their eyes.
"Anyhow I believe that you two should be off to bed, it's a school day tomorrow. Don't worry I'll watch over Harry." She then waved her hand, banishing the tea set and couch set after the students stood.
The moment of silence was broken by Ron. "How do you do it?" Realizing how straight forward his question was he apologized. "Sorry. Lady Fariahlia, I was just wondering if people like Mione and I are able to actually perform wandless magic. I mean Professor Dumbledore does it sometimes on a rare basis, but I was wondering if we could attempt it as well."
Seeing the Walker's raised eyebrow he proceeded to explain. "No offence, but it just wondering because it might be useful with the wizarding world's situation at the moment and face it, it would be an advantage if we didn't need our wands." Hermione stared surprised at Ron's sudden knowledgeable insight before nodding.
The Walker still with the raised eyebrow lowered herself to only an inch off the ground and leaned in closer to Ron. She stared straight into Ron's unblinking eyes and tilted her head slightly.
After a tense moment she spoke. "You know? Harry once told me that it was actually Hermione's job to be the knowledgeable rambling one and you the clueless impulsive one. I guess every one does have their moments." she straightened her pose and found the scene slightly amusing. Hermione was blushing and staring at her still awaiting an answer, Ron had a funny look on his face, she surmised he was either debating with himself if her comment was a compliment or an insult.
"Yes." The Walker answered in a soft voice.
"Pardon?"
"Yes, you can perform wandless magic."
"Really? You mean we can? Can you teach us? Will you teach us?" Hermione gushed out practically bouncing.
"What she said." Ron pointed at Hermione.
"Yes, yes, yes and yes Hermione, to all your questions. Harry has informed me that you have a small group set up. I believe it's called the DA?" She continued after seeing their nods, "Dumbledore has also asked me to give a small talk session during your Defense Against The Dark Arts class and to take Harry's place during the DA meetings. Harry himself told me to start the group off on the basis of magic. All in all, I think that you people will be having a busy day tomorrow. So off to bed." The Walker gave them a smile and turned round to exit. She paused in her movement and seemed to be in thought.
"You might want to wait for about five minutes before going back. The caretaker should have completed his rounds by then. Waving her hand to cancel the earlier cast spells she floated out of the now open door.
"How'd she know about Filch?" Ron asked.
Hermione shook her head and shrugged. "Must be a Walker thing." Ron accepted the answer and both waited five minutes before returning to Gryffindor tower.
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The Great Hall was filled with students the next day. Apart from being a school day and thus requiring energy providing food to last them through the hectic day, the students had gathered to catch a better look at the new guest Hogwarts was hosting.
Most of the eyes were either focused at the teacher's table where the woman in green robes sat or upon Harry's best friends.
"Now I know how a fish feels." Ron complained as he brushed off one of the braver students who had asked him what he knew about the guest.
"Harry gets this all the time." Hermione spoke, her head buried in a book.
"Mione, how in the Merlin's name can you read at a time like this? And what are you reading anyway?"
"It shows that I'm busy and keeps the questioning people away. Also I'm curious. Professor Dumbledore passed me this book the other day. It's the one Harry gave him."
"You mean the one about Walkers? Why you reading it now? I thought you would have finished it as soon as you got your hands on it."
"I was busy." Hermione answered as she flipped the page.
"Who are you and what have you done with my Hermione." The girl's head snapped up at Ron's words. She raised an enquiring eyebrow.
"This is probably the first time ever that the Hermione Anne Granger, bookworm and guardian of the library, decided to actually put off reading a book. Where's my quill, I need to record this day down." Ron said as he fumbled around in his bag for a piece of parchment and quill.
"Honestly, Ron! You think that all I do is read books all the time."
"Could have fooled me."
"Well for your record mister, I happen to do other things as well."
"Yeah? Hmm... Let me see, being in the library, doing homework, bugging me and Harry to do homework, studying, being in the library, pestering Professors for more homework and did I mention being in the library." Ron responded grinning.
"I'll have you know that the library is filled with lots of wonderful and fascinating books. If only you would pick one up."
"Nope, not me, I wouldn't be caught dead being in the library willingly."
"It wouldn't hurt to be prepared just in case." Hermione said closing her book and turning to face Ron.
"You always seem to prepare for everything. The day you do something spontaneous would be the day I get a heart attack."
"Well Ronald Weasley, I am prepared for everything."
"Except for anything unpredictable."
"Now that impossible."
"I thought I was impossible."
"No you are impossible to have a logical conversation with."
"And that's why you don't take Divinations."
"And you're proud of your grade in Divinations."
"I'll have you know that I always got O's from that weirdo regardless of the OWLS. The judges just couldn't see my true potential."
"Potential? Oh! You mean those fictitious stories you made up."
"Harry got an O for those fictitious things you know."
"Well Harry's unpredictable. He's practical wildcard."
"And I'm not?"
"Yes you aren't. You're practically the most predictable person I know."
"Well you're one of the most impossible people I know."
Hermione's eyes flashed dangerously. "Why you mmmpphhhh..."
The Gryffindors watched the two bickering with varying degrees of amusement right up until Ron suddenly grabbed Hermione and planted his lips on hers.
Conflicting emotions could be seen across Hermione's face. Eventually shock won out. Ron pulled back and grinned at her. "Bet you didn't prepare for that."
It was Ron's turn to be shocked when Hermione pounced and knocked him to the ground before starting to snog him senseless.
Neither had noticed the cheering that accompanied their kiss as most of the student begun applauding and were joined in by one or two professors.
Professor Trelawney was announcing out load to the rest of the staff that she had predicted this event happening and was the reason she was here for breakfast. This of course fell on deaf ears as the professors were watching the scene with interest. Even McGonagall had a weird smirk upon her face.
"Nope I did," Hermione whispered as she got off a furiously blushing Ron.
"Alright pay up, the only one of you people who won was Harry and Colin." The couple could hear the voice of Ginny over the now dying cheers.
Returning to their seats still blushing and hands now held they found Ginny collecting money.
"What's going on Gin?"
"Betting pool. Apparently only Colin and Harry guessed correctly how either one of you would confess. Apparently Spontaneous and sudden in public won." Ginny gave the two a mischievous grin.
"You're kidding me. Everyone knew this."
"Yup. Rumor has it that even the professors were having a betting pool. Apparently rumor has it that Snape just won." Ginny replied to both Ron's and Hermione's horror filled looks.
All this was spoilt of course by Dumbledore who stood up to make an announcement. Clearing his throat to gain the students attention he spoke up.
"I apologize for interrupting your entertainment," He paused to throw a glance at the newly paired off couple, his twinkle going into overdrive, "but I have an announcement to make before you all head off to class. I would like to introduce our guest Walker Fariahlia who will be giving a talk during your Defense Against The Dark Arts classes. Also that I now owe Professor Snape fifty Galleons." He reached into his robe and brew out a small red bag before tossing it to the Potions master.
Snape smirked, happy to have gotten something over the old coot and pocketed the bag. The rest of the staff looked slightly green at loosing to the snarly Potions master.
At the Headmaster's nod, the Walker stood up and gave a bow as the students begun applauding. "I would like to ask that the students help Walker Fariahlia as she is new to this school and might need directions finding her way around. Now that that's done I believe that you should be off to classes, they should be beginning in about say..." He tilted his head to his watch filled with planets and looked up. "ten minutes."
With that the students begun to depart. No doubts with new rumors starting again.
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The sixth years were looking forwards to next DADA lesson that they arrived early after lunch and queued up outside the classroom before the bell had rung; even Malfoy and the Slytherins were early.
The only people missing were Hermione and Ron, who turned up just in time for the lesson.
"Just how much is the Weasel paying you mudblood? Surely can't be that much, as he's dirt poor."
The starting confrontation was interrupted by the arrival of Professor Tonks and the Walker Fariahlia.
"Wotcher class!" Tonks greeted enthusiastically and oblivious to the pissed of Ron and smirking Malfoy.
Some of the students, who still hadn't gotten used to the multicolored metamorphmagus kept flicking their eyes back to her. Tonks ignored this and waved her wand unlocking the door. Tripping on the door ledge and earning some giggles, she proceeded to her desk. Fariahlia followed behind her.
The students started filling into the class. "C'mon, quick, or we won't get decent seats." Hermione said pulling Ron after her.
They hurried into two chairs right in front of the teacher's desk, took out their copies of Defending oneself from evil overlords by Irma Dedman.
"Oh! You can put those books away. We aren't using them this lesson. Today we are having a special guest. May I introduce you to the Walker Fariahlia who will be giving us a talk on Walkers." Tonks spoke cheerfully and gestured towards Fariahlia who had moved to a corner of the room when the lesson begun.
"Thank you professor." This comment received some grins and giggles. "Your headmaster, Professor Albus Dumbledore has spoken to me about your current situation, he has also convinced me to give you all a talk about Walkers. This lesson I'm going to explain to you what Walkers are." Fariahlia spoke with her soft melodious voice filling the classroom. The Walker proceeded to float towards a much more visible location at the front of the class. "Also I would like to dispel some rumors I have heard. Firstly, I'm not the ghost of Lily Potter reborn. Second, I'm not Professor Snape's secret love who he meets every summer. Third, I'm not the love Harry's life and last of all I have no relation to Professor Dumbledore, wife or otherwise before today."
A few students laughed and some turned maroon. Tonks on the other hand, had her hair cycling through so many colors in her mirth that looking caused dizziness.
"Now, to minimize time spent explaining the main details, I will be distributing pieces of parchment for your reading. These shouldn't take you more than five minutes to read. When you are all done we will proceed with a question answer session." The red eyed woman then waved her hand and sheets of parchment appeared on the student's desks. This earned a few gasps. "Cool." "Wandless magic." "Did you see that." Were some of the general murmurs that arose. Tonks herself looked equally shocked. Seeing this Fariahlia waved her hand and produced the same pieces of parchments for Tonks. "Questions will be answered later. Read."
The whispering died down and the student started reading their pieces of parchment. Ron turned from the Walker and looked at his piece of parchment.
Walkers
Walkers are considered by many as beings of pure magic. It is believed that Walkers are born from individuals whom have been exposed to high levels magical and emotional trauma. What is known is that Walkers are able sense if another individual has the chance to become another Walker.
It has been confirmed that the individual's magical signature evolves and the body is infused with a volatile amount of magical energy. This high amount of magical energy is what the Walkers are said to be able to detect. However, this doesn't mean that the being would become a Walker; it just has the potential to be one. At this stage, it is known that to transcend to the status of a Walker, the being must undergo an extremely high amount of mental and magical stress. This stress is needed to catalyze the transcending to a Walker.
About this point, the being's magical energy that it had been saturated with, would be released. The being will then undergo what is technically known as spontaneous combustion. The Walker is then said to be required to organize and sort through their memories. This is said to be a test to prove the mental strength of the individual.
This is required as Walkers are able to channel and hold large amounts of mana within themselves to cast extremely potent spells. To be able to hold and channel this magnitude of power, lots of concentration and mental obedience is required.
One of the many and most useful abilities of a Walker is that with enough concentration a Walker is able to assume any form. Although the form a Walker takes is entirely up to themselves, all Walkers have a permanent form which best describes their personality.
Walkers have the ability to draw upon and control all forms of magic. The forms of magic are divided into six different categories. Each from is said to be involved in a different field of spell making. The categories are as follows:
Black: This particular color of mana is associated usually with death. Most of the spells used in this category is of soul manipulation and control of the forces of death. Even though it is considered by most, a dark art it is actually a most useful art in the field of healing. Unfortunately, like most art forms of magic involving soul manipulation, inappropriate use can lead to the corruption of the user's soul. Therefore as a safeguard against corruption, Walkers and individuals who wish to specialize in black mana are advised to specialize in another color before they begin. Swamps and bogs are a huge source of black mana.
Blue: An art from generally regarded in association with water, wind and mind manipulation. A skilled user in blue magic is able to control or manipulate the mind of a weak willed person without them even knowing. Due to this blue magic is known as a subtle but deadly form of magic. Lakes, rivers and seas are huge sources of blue mana.
Red: The most destructive form of magic. Red draws upon fire and anger to accomplish this massive large scale destruction. Users who specialize in red mana are known to have very fiery tempers. Mountains valleys and deserts are huge sources of red mana.
Green: Generally considered a weak form of magic, green magic in the hands of a skilled user is the most powerful form of magic. Mainly associated with strength, tranquility, healing and defense. Forests and jungles are huge holds of green mana.
White: The purest form of magic. Completely in regards with healing and defense, it has no forms of attack. Users of white magic are usually pacifists who would rather not engage in combat. Although if the situation calls for it, white magic can be used in a defensive form of offense. Open grasslands are large holds of white mana.
Raw: The hardest but most common form of mana to specialize in. The only individuals who are able to control this form of magic are Walkers. There are currently only two Walkers who are able to control this form of magic to the highest level. These two Walkers are Merlin and Potter. Raw magic is actually an unrefined form of all the five above forms of mana and therefore is regarded as the strongest form of magic. To draw upon the raw magic of a world, one has to concentrate upon the source of all five types of mana above before fusing them. Some cases of mortals controlling raw magic have been documented.
All Walkers are able to control and use the six forms of magic. However, most Walkers choose to specialize in at most three forms of magic. Walkers who utilize raw magic have to specialize in all five forms of magic, a task that could take eons of years. The only exceptions in this case are Walkers Potter and Merlin.
The main ability of a Walker is their ability to transport themselves or others to various worlds. There have been however two Walkers who are again an exception to the rule, (coincidently both are raw mana users) Walkers Potter and Merlin.
Since Walkers are immortal in the sense that they can live for an eternity without aging. It is considered that the older the Walker, the more powerful they are. This is because they are able to further their study and specialize more thoroughly in their field or fields of magic.
Walkers also have the ability to sense when they are being summoned. This is done by calling out the Walker's name and calling for them to appear before you. Due to their high power levels and immortality Walkers are regarded as gods in certain worlds.
The only known way to kill a Walker is to destroy their mind. Due to the condition of their mental state, they are impervious to mortal mind attacks. Therefore the only know way for a Walker to die is either to be killed by another Walker or if they wish to die themselves. Another known method is to overload a Walker with mana. The only known user of this particular technique is THE DEMON through the use of power stones.
Ron looked up from his parchment towards the Walker at the front of the class. Fariahlia was now floating in a sitting position. He had a couple of questions on his mind. Turning his head to Hermione, he saw she had already finished and from the looks of it, she already knew the information they were given.
Fariahlia waited till all the students had finished. Those who had finished earlier were amusing themselves like Tonks who was humming a tune to herself.
"Now that you all have finished reading, you no doubt have a few questions for me. I dare say that the author of that piece of information you just read was very brief. So raise your hands. I'll pick you, just state your name and question." Immediately most of the class's hands shot up including a frantically waving Hermione.
"You there." She pointed towards a boy at the back of the class.
"Dean Thomas, Walker Fariahlia." Dean said nervously.
"You may call me either called me Liah or madam if you wish Mr. Thomas." The Walker locked her gaze and smiled.
Dean visibly gulped and asked, "The text referred to a demon, could you tell us something about it."
Fariahlia raised an eyebrow. "Did it now? I must have missed it, silly me. No matter, the demon that was mentioned in the text was a Walker of the Ancient Order of Walkers. You see we estimate that the number of Walkers currently in existence, numbers around a thousand, maybe more. Since Walkers are so powerful, they are kept in check by a council of the most senior of Walkers. Currently there are only about twelve Walkers who would be considered a senior." She paused for a breath. "Most of the young ones usually kill themselves off in duels of power before their time."
"The Ancient Council Of Walkers was created around 200,000 years ago. The demon you ask of, was once a member of the council. Unfortunately, like your Lord Voldemort, he went evil." More than half the class visibly flinched. "He was eventually brought down by the other members of the council." Fariahlia finished.
During the story, some of the class had noticed the Walker's eyes glazing over as if in great thought. However, before the rest noticed she shook her head and gave a smile. "Anyone else."
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." The Slytherin stood and gave a bow. "What's this about different colors of magic. I was thought to believe magic to be divided into either neutral, light or dark."
"Very good question Mr. Malfoy." Fariahlia smiled at him and Draco threw a smirk at Ron. "As the text said, we Walkers are able to practice a different form of magic from you people. We draw upon the magic of the land. This magic is divided into six colors. Raw mana or magic is a combination of all five mana types. What you people call magic, is actually a simple form of raw magic. Like the text states some mortal beings have been able to use it in its simple forms. Apparently you people are unique and are able to practice it to that of a novice Walker's level. What's surprising to me is that in this world, you people have been able to harness the instability of raw mana, quite an achievement I must say. However because of your specialization of raw mana, you have neglected the presence of the other five colors. What you refer to before as light and dark magic are actually raw mana spells that contain more white or black mana in them. Anyone else?"
"Susan Bones, the name Potter was mentioned in the text. Would this be a relation of Harry Potter? And also, was Merlin of our world a Walker?"
"Yes Merlin is a Walker, although I dare say he's retired now." Fariahliah stressed
"Last time I checked, he was living in seclusion and enjoying a peaceful life. The Potter mentioned in the text would be your classmate Harry." Fariahlia allowed this to sink in. Most of the student's eyes widened after they processed the information. Merlin is still alive and Harry Potter's a Walker.
"I believe their ability to comprehend raw magic was due to their lives on this world." She pointed at another hand.
"Parkinson, Pansy. What category do you specialize in Madam Fariahlia? From your attire I guess you are mainly green."
"Correct you are Miss. Parkinson, I am a green specialist, and it is my only color I specialize in. I sometimes go by the title Fariahlia of the woods. Our titles associate us with the category of magic we specialize in."
"Abbot, Hanna. Are you a member of the Ancient Council Of Walkers?"
"I was, the Ancient Council was disbanded after THE DEMON's defeat. I am now a member of the newly created Council Of Walkers."
"Woah!!! That would make you..."
"Over 150,000 years old." Fariahlia finished for Ron and ginned at him. Most of the class by now had mouths hanging open.
"Is Harry a member of the new council?" Hanna asked again.
"Yes."
"How old is he?"
"No comment, you'll have to ask him personally."
With that the question session continued with Fariahlia answering the student's question and skillfully dodging the sensitive ones.
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Cold.
A biting chill hung in the air.
He sat upon his throne staring upon the chilling blue flame in the middle of the room. Harry looked around and took in the view of the stone room he was in. Tapestries depicting bloody battle scenes lined the walls. The darkness permeated the room, the only source of light; the blue flames. A sense of power and dominance flowed through Harry as he stared into the flickering flames.
Harry's musing was broken when the metal doors across the room cracked open and a black hooded figure reluctantly crept in. The figure stopped five meters from him, went to his knees and shuffled towards him. The figure reached out and brought the hem of his robes to his mouth to kiss.
"My Lord." The figure spoke not daring to look upon his eyes.
"What is it?" Harry's hiss echoed off the stone walls.
"The preparations are complete my lord. The ritual is ready to proceed."
"Excellent. Proceed." The figure stood and turned to leave. As he was nearing the door Harry spoke. "Oh. And Avery, I didn't say you were dismissed. Crucio!" Waves of euphoria washed over him as was common with dark magic spells. He held the curse with a gleeful smile upon his face, enjoying the writhing of the man before his feet.
"So Potter, you have seen a part of my little plans have you?" Harry spoke to himself. "No matter, it would be too late for you to stop me. I know all about you, and your council, Potter. NOW LEAVE!!!" Harry hissed. An image of Voldemort's snakelike face appeared in his vision.
Harry snapped up in his bed. He looked around wildly. 'Haven't had one of those in a while. I need the mind stone.'
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Ginny together with Hermione, Ron and Neville silently stalked towards the Room Of Requirements. Under the cover of the invisibility cloak they were able to avoid both the menacing forms of Filch and Mrs. Norris. Ron certainly had to yet again ignore the pull of wanting to give the evil cat a swift, much deserved kick.
Normally the four of them, would never have fit under the covers of the cloak. Thankfully, Hermione had yet again found a nifty charm to expand its size to fit over the group.
Finally reaching their destination, the group was surprised to find the door to the room already present. No doubt someone was already in there. Hermione seemed particularly confused as they were the only ones to know of the room. Shrugging their shoulders the group proceeded to enter. The sight that met them was not one they were expecting.
The Room Of Requirements still looked the same, given that it was considerably larger than normal. The presence of the Walker Fariahlia caught the group's attention first due to the fact that her green robes were not a common sight in any DA meeting. But still, it was not the presence of the floating sorceress that caught their attention.
On the cushions scattered on the floor sat all the professors of Hogwarts, including headmaster Dumbledore. Blinking her eyes to confirm the reality of the sight. Ginny turned to Hermione, the poor girl's eyes were as wide as dinner plates and she had a look of horror etched upon her face. Ginny rolled her eyes, 'probably thinks they are gonna expel her for holding illegal club meetings, or even worse demote her from prefect.' Ginny turned her eyes back to the sitting professors, who were by now aware of their presence.
The professors were clustered in a semicircle around Fariahlia who at the moment seem to be giving a lecture to them. Seeing their demonstrator suddenly pause and look beyond them, their heads swiveled around to the group of students.
"Good evening Hermione, Ron, Neville, Ginny." Fariahlia gave them each a nod.
"Why, what a surprise? It would seem particularly coincidental that our lecture session coincided with one of Potter's little extracurricular gatherings." Snape sneered and looked pointedly at the headmaster.
"Yes what a pleasant surprise indeed." Dumbledore replied cheerfully with the twinkle in his eye and ignoring the glare. "It is a wonderful coincidence that our meeting coincided with the DA meeting. Funny how we are all here for exactly the same reasons."
Snape's glare increased, but the headmaster just ignored it again and the twinkle increased in power.
"Come children, sit. Make yourselves comfortable. I'll be teaching both yourselves and the professors the art of wandless magic. With a wave of the Walker's hand more cushions popped into existence.
The group sat in silence looking around the room as the professors discussed among themselves. Meanwhile, Fariahlia was starring off at the ceiling with a dreamy look upon her face.
Slowly but surely the rest of the DA members trickled into the room, most giving a double take at the presence of the professors.
"Excellent." The door to the room closed itself with a gesture from the Walkers hand. "Tonight's DA meeting will be spent learning the art of wandless magic. As I have already briefed your professors here on Walkers I think we can begin." The students shot another look at the seated professors.
"Oh! Don't mind us. We're just here as part of the décor." Dumbledore spoke easing the student's tension.
"Well yes. Now at both Albus's and Harry's requests I am to teach you all the skill of wandless magic and if possible the art of true magic manipulation." The Walker's eyes scanned the crowd as she spoke. She frowned slightly.
"Professor? Are you aware of certain individuals who are present here?" Fariahlia look as Snape.
"They are here at my request Lady Fariahlia." Snape snapped.
"Indeed I did give Severus the permission to invite any he saw fit to include in tonight's meeting."
"Huh?" Ron voiced most of the DA's thought.
Fariahlia smiled at him and stared pointedly at the corner of the room. "Join us please." She gestured to the now new cushions.
All heads snapped around to see the air at the corner of the room shimmer and the illusion spell there was dropped.
"WHAT ARE THEY DOING HERE?" Ron shouted as soon as he saw the people appear.
"We Weasley, are here at Potter's request." A voice spoke from the back of the group of emerging students.
Most of the DA's eyes widened at the figure as he emerged. "MALFOY!!!" Ron shouted as he drew his wand.
Author's Note:
Nothing much but I really need a beta reader. Anyone out there, willing to be one? Yeah I know, there no pay, but oh well. Anyway if someone wants to help me out and at the same time get to read further chapters just either tell me in a review reply or email me.
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A Critic: Yeah I know. Thanks. Remember Harry isn't afraid of dying. But remember there are worst things than death. Try looking at Neville's parents. Also about the blowing his top part you will find out why a few chapters later.
Lactuca: Thanks.
Clingon Warrior Girl: Thanks.
Stahchild: The Avatar gets called to the place of the duel. The Avatar is the magical essence of the magical animal that was used to make the wand. Since Harry's wand is from Fawkes's feather. Therefore a replica of Fawkes appears.
Anonymous: Thanks.
Stahchild: Yeah regarding the dialog part, I found that FF net kinda went wonk on me and somehow it came out like that.
Apple Reaper: Thanks.
Shadowed Rains: Yeah I know. I left it a pretty evil cliffie.
Gaul1: Thanks.
Maxennce: Thanks. About his eyes, you'll find out in I think chapter 8.
Anonymous: Thanks.
Desithug: Thanks.