Tidbits
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The final battle had ended and Hogwarts had fallen. Without Dumbledore, nothing could stand strait for long. But the teachers put up a fight, and helped Harry Potter triumph against the dark lord. In the last segment of the final battle Ginevera Molly Weasley sacrificed her life for Harry. He was in anguish for the one he loved, blinded by tears and the blood of the ones he loved. In the finishing minute Harry, Hermione, and Ron fought together- for the last time. Their lives ended, causing the world to ripple their magic died. Muggles and Wizards reunited and they were at peace at last. The bodies of Hermione, Ron, and Harry were not ever found, however Ginevera Weasley's body was placed on top of the rolling hills where Hogwart's walls crumbled. Today a statue of all who fought in the battle and lost their lives remains there, including one of Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Neville, Bill, Fred, Arthur, Hagrid, Nymphadora, Sirius, Remus, Peter, Albus, Minerva, Fillius, Draco, and James and Lily, and many more. For years the world of wizards diminished until almost nothing was left. Wizards and Witches continued to thrive, but Beauxbatons was closed down when their headmistress died, and Durmstrang disappeared. Now wizards are living all over the world as muggles, letting their magic fade away.
But one small community of those gifted with magic still thrives. To muggles they are thought just to be some other strange cult who live by the 'black forest' but really they are magic-practicing persons who do not disguise their difference. They were a simple town, they didn't need much, just the basic things like houses and tables and wells of water. They taught each other magic, passed down from their families. The wise ones like Hockpart made their own spells at will, and taught them only with the highest ambitions. And currently Hockpart was teaching a fourteen-year-old boy named Robert Bemvaquer.
"No, no, no, no, NO!" Hockpart cried, his thick orangey eyebrows furrowing. His head was almost all bald but for the smallest fuzz of grey hair with little locks of gold. Robert sighed unhappily and shrugged.
"Are you going to have to get a wand, boy? What is so hard about flicking your wrist like-"
"I can't do it!" Robert cried with a bit of a Scottish/Gaelic accent, "I just cant do the damned speel, alright? Are ye going to punish meh, now?" A non-existent breeze ruffled Hockpart's hair and he smiled delightfully.
"Ah, you have it, dear boy, you have it, you have it, you have it!" He gave an excited twitch and grinned, his crooked yellow teeth catching light from the glinting fire floating around by the ceiling. "I always knew yew 'ad it, Robert, you always showed me and proved me wrong. If only yew could just dew a proper semmoning spell, dear boy."
"Whey dent yeh just teech meh sisters, Hockpary, yeh old dunder-whitt, they want to learn more then iy do, yeh…"Hockpart scowled horridly.
"Yew know 'ow I feel abawt teachin' geerlies. They don't concentrate hard and alls they eva want ta do is just eat, sleep, and 'ave theys youngins. Now, back to the lesson, Robbie my boy." Robert groaned and huffed uncomfortably, letting Hockpart continue on with his lesson. Even though he quite disagreed with Hockpart's sexism, he knew he couldn't fight back or he'd get the back of Hockpart's hand on his cheek. So he focused in on Hockpart's description of one time when he had been stuck in sinking muck and he needed to summon himself a rope to pull himself out…
Meanwhile, outside, someone was paying much more attention to the conversation. Two someones, actually. Hawaii and Amber Bemvaquer, Robert's two own sisters. They were both rather intent on learning magic, and Skye was slightly, too, but she was even more intent on sitting on her suede sofa and watching the village boys work. She was Hawaii's twin, but they looked nothing alike. Hawaii had a smooth tan and light brown/blonde hair. Skye had pale milky skin and chestnut brown hair. They had different personalities, to boot. But they weren't the only sisters. Other than Amber, Skye, and Hawaii, there was Alaska and Clover. Alaska was, in fact, an albino. She was shy and, of course, a mute. She couldn't mutter a peep. But Clover was the opposite of that. Clover was the youngest, only six and a half with bright flaming red hair like Robert's, and bright green eyes unlike Roberts, which were a sensitive hazel.
"Come on, Amber, try the summoning spell!" Hawaii said. Amber crinkled her forehead in concern, and let her fingertips stretch forewards.
"Accio!" She cried quietly, and a small twig quivered and flew into her palm. She smiled and nodded to Hawaii for her to try. Hawaii had a strange gift, she didn't have to use words to bring things to her. She used her mind. She thought silently about a little rock on the other side of the valley, and thought to herself 'accio, accio, accio! Accio rock!' And in almost an instant the rock lay on the palm of her hand. She smiled wryly at her sister, who smiled jealously back.
"Oh, do hush!" Amber said with a brittish accent, "Robert is trying!" They both became deadly silent and watched as Robert concentrated.
"Accio." He said, his voice cracking, "Accio paintbrush." A paintbrush from across the room quivered and hovered a little bit before slapping onto the ground and rolling around as the cat chased it.
"No, no, Robert, the magic needs to come from inside of you. Now shut your eyes and relax. Let the magic coarse through your veins and consume you. You are the magic, you are the magic." Robert closed his eyes and allowed himself to clear his mind. He was silent, his mind blank, when he saw a little blue dot. He tried to make it go away, thinking that it was just another thought he wanted to get out of his head, when he noticed he was standing up. But Hockpart wasn't there. He was gone. Robert was standing in a foggy mist with a little blue dot that was slowly getting bigger. Suddenly, it spoke.
"Robert, ye big lump, snap out of eet." Robert jumped and stared at the dot. "Oh, didn't mean to startle you. Sorry for the Irish accent, I can change my language at will, now. Handy, with all the visits I have to make to people. Even with me and Merlin working at it, and even Harry if he can sometimes- Ah, where are my manners? I am Albus Dumbledore, former headmaster of Hogwarts- or what is left of Hogwarts. So, Robert, any ideas why you think you can see me?"
Robert retorted; "I theenk I need to seet down, perfesser Dumbledore. 'Scuse me saying such, but aint ye s'possed to be dead?" Dumbledore chuckled.
"Yes, I have deceased. But don't worry!" He added, seeing the look on Robert's face, "You aren't insane, not yet at least, and a lot of people have seen me."
"Then why haven't iy heard aboutchoo?" Roberts said, thinking himself ever so clever.
"My dear boy, are you going to tell anyone about this?" Dumbledore said. Robert didn't reply.
"Elementary," Dumbledore muttered, and continued. "Now since you have no further guesses as to why im here, I'll just have to tell you, you-" Suddenly, something silver and shiny swept down from the 'sky' above them.
"Oh perfect." Dumbledore said, "Just what I needed. Perfect." The silver 'dot' landed next to Dumbledore, growing a face. Dumbledore grew one, too. If Robert thought Dumbledore was old, he was mistakin. The other one was so old he looked like a wizened tree. Even his wrinkles had wrinkles!
"Dumbledore!" The second wizard boomed, "I believe I told you soundly that Robert Bemvaquer would be my quest, and you can have one of his sisters."
"We've assigned Ginevera and Hermione and Lily to the sisters, Merlin, and in case you haven't noticed I haven't done anything much lately. I can't sleep all day, you know, and the television is nice but Much Music keeps repeating their songs over, and over again. What's the difference between a much music video count down, and a much music top ten video countdown? And what kind of host is-"
"SILENCE!" Merlin cried, "This is my assignment, now live with it." He had a grumpy scowl to his face, but Dumbledore didn't budge.
A/N: Please tell me your favorite tidbits, so I can make some stories out of them