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A/N: I know it's been well over a month since I last updated, but of course I've got a life away from the computer. My school's been loading homework by the pound every moment they get a chance. I've been working on English presentations, reading novels for class, civics portfolios and more presentations. Sorry about the late update, but I couldn't help it. Anyways, in this chapter we'll see what Harry has in mind to save Hermione. Thanks for all the reviews! I hope every one a Merry Christmas (Happy Holiday) and a Happy New Year! I'm sure I did. Anyways I hope you guys will like this chapter.
It might be a little confusing so just tell me if anything needs to be clarified and I'll fix the chapter or just write it in the next chapter. Just post whatever on the reviews. Happy Readings!
On with the story!
Chapter 12 – Siota Patneicna
Harry rubbed his eyes, hoping to wipe away the tiredness from his mind. He had spent the entire night reading the chapter that Hermione had marked off. Harry had read it over so many times, he had already memorized every word written in the chapter. Every so often, Harry would whisper a part from the text out loud from memory. By the time the sun began to creep over the Forbidden Forest, Harry knew everything he could learn from the chapter.
The sunlight seeped through the closed curtains of his four-poster bed. Harry sat quietly watching the stream of light grow longer until he heard Neville begin to stir in his sleep. Harry pulled apart the crimson, velvet curtains letting the warm sunlight spread generously onto his bed.
Harry got out of bed and changed into some muggle clothes. He had decided well into the night, after he had discovered Hermione's page, he was going to skip his classes and spend the day in the library. He knew his teachers wouldn't mind if he missed one day. They had been informed that Hermione had fallen into the coma only a few days ago. Presumably they'd understand that Harry would be by Hermione's side.
The books Ron had helped Harry bring up to their dormitory were scattered all over Harry's bed. He picked them up and placed the important ones with the information he had found in his bag with his invisibility cloak. Harry thought it would be a good idea to bring just in case a teacher like Snape happened to walk into the library Harry could have just pulled his cloak on and he would be able to search the many books alone inside the confinement of his cloak.
Harry picked up the rest of the books and headed out of the room. He wanted to head straight to the library and start reading but instead of turning right after leaving the portrait hole and headed towards the Grand Staircase. Harry walked along the hallway leading to the dungeons. It was still quite early so Harry knew he didn't need to worry about any students walking about.
He tickled the pear in the picture frame of the bowl of fruit. A little food wouldn't hurt. Harry entered the kitchen and found the house elves scrambling around the large room that was identical to the Great Hall just above. Harry accepted the food offered to him by Dobby. He hid the food in his bag and then left for the library.
Harry creped through the library doors as silent as he could, hoping that Madam Pince didn't smell the food from Harry's bag. He walked to the furthest part of the Library and placed his bag down at one of the many empty desks. He pulled out the text book Hermione had found and opened it to the page Harry was reading the night before. He took the piece of parchment sitting in between the pages. It had the section of where Hermione had found the book writing on the scrap of paper. Harry picked up the rest of the books that he didn't need and placed them in a trolley. He reread the number on the paper and walked along the shelves looking for the right one.
After finding a few books with the relative information Harry needed, he decided to return back to his seat. However, when his table came into view, Harry stopped short. He was no longer alone. A tall man with light brown hair was standing over his belongings. When he turned his head towards Harry, Harry thought his face looked vaguely familiar.
"Ah, so you must be the famous Harry Potter!" The man smiled, now fully facing Harry. He held out his right hand and took a few steps forward.
Harry recognized that smile. So this was Jessie's brother. "Yeah… Hi. Landon Smith, right?" Harry accepted the outstretched hand.
"Yup, that's me." Landon nodded. "I noticed the book you were reading." He glanced down at the other books in Harry's arms. They all seemed to be related to ancient languages. He recognized one of them. "You seem to be interested in the ancient language, Siota Patneicna."
"You've heard of it before?" Harry asked amazed. He thought the language had been long forgotten.
"Yes, actually I'm an ancient runes fanatic, which is probably the reason why I got accepted to teach the subject here." Landon mused. He took another look at the pile of books in Harry's arms. Landon took the pile from Harry and walked back to where he had been recently standing over Harry's belongings. Landon pulled out the book he recognized and opened it. He flipped through the pages until he found the one he was looking for. "I remember reading this book when I went to Donwell Academy, one of my many old schools." He handed the book to Harry.
Harry took the book and quickly read the page. This paragraph caught his eye.
"Siota Patneicna is an ancient language that was used by only the most powerful Mages. However, only those born of Merlin are able to understand and use the language. At one point, schools had spent years trying to study the language but they never did understand the writing. With time, they stopped all research on Merlin's magical language. No son or daughter of Merlin was ever found or discovered…" Harry paused. He looked back at the school that was indicated."'None where found'?" Harry looked up half-expectantly at the young teacher. Landon seemed to know quite a bit about this Siota Patneicna language. Maybe he could tell him more He did happen to know what Harry was looking for.
Harry was about to open his mouth and ask questions, but Landon raised his hand and stopped him. "Don't ask me anything now. If you're still interested come meet me in my office after dinner tonight." Landon looked at the clock hung on the library wall. "I have to go, or I'll be late for my first class."
Harry nodded as Landon was turning to leave. Then the thought hit him. "Where's your office?"
"It's on the second third floor." Harry nodded. "Just ask Jessie. She knows." With that, Landon walked out of the library.
Harry looked back down at the text Landon had showed him as questions upon questions ran through his mind.
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The clock on the wall didn't seem right, at least not to Jessie. It read fifteen past eight.
"Dammit." Jessie jumped out of her bed after soon realizing that breakfast was almost over. She muttered a few words so that her school robes appeared in place of her pyjamas. Jessie hurried over to the dormitory door after picking up her school bag. She entered the Great Hall happy to see that it was still full. Jessie found Ron halfway along the table happily munching down on some breakfast.
After finishing her breakfast, empty plate in front of Jessie disappeared and then reappeared completely clean. Jessie stood up and picked up her bag. She quickly said goodbye to Ron, who didn't have class till the second period, and left for her first class.
Ancient Runes was one Jessie's favourite classes, and it was one of the reasons why Jessie had chosen Hogwarts over the other two European schools, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. Of course, the Ancient Runes class at Hogwarts is nothing compared to the class she had at Donwell Academy, the North American Magic School. Jessie's old school was known for their excellent Ancient Runes classes. Jessie enjoyed this class and always tried to be near the top of her class. For once, Hermione actually had a decent competitor in her Ancient Runes class.
Jessie took a seat in an empty chair in the middle of the classroom. She turned to the Hufflepuff besides her and the two started to talk. As the few minutes remaining before the bell rang, a few more students from each of the four houses entered the classroom and took their seats. Not many students took the class so the staff had decided it would be better to just combine the four houses for this one subject. The chatter in the room carried on for the next couple of minutes. The class was always moving fast, the students learning new things, even though the class would normally start off the period chatting for 20 or so minutes into the period.
Today was definitely no exception. The noise in the class did not subside when the door to the classroom slammed shut. No one took notice of the young man who had just walked into the classroom. The man paused at the head of the class and pulled out his wand and tapped it against the edge of the desk. No one took the time to turn around and see what was making the tapping nose. If anything, the classroom seemed to have gotten louder.
Realizing that the man in the room wasn't getting anywhere over the noise he raised his wand and let a few fireworks erupt overhead, bringing a hush over the room. A few girls, and boys, screamed. Heads turned towards the front. Jessie gasped, her back still to the front but her head facing directly at the man before her. The person standing behind the teacher's desk was definitely not her regular Ancient Runes teacher.
The light brown hair man smiled at Jessie and then said in an authoritative voice, "Miss Smith, turn and face the front properly, please."
Jessie gawked at her brother while everyone quickly sat down. Finally regaining her sensibility, Jessie sat down but it didn't stop her from staring oddly at her new teacher.
"Well, now that I have your attention, I'd like to introduce my self. My name is Landon Smith. You can call me Professor Landon, Professor Smith would make me feel like my father, not that he's a bad man. I will be your new Ancient Runes teacher since your former teacher, Professor Folly, had decided to be of some aid to Ministry at this time. Are there any questions?"
He looked around the room, and when no hands went up he continued.
"No? Excellent!" Landon clapped his hands together then turned to the rest of the class and began his class. "So, can anyone tell me what Ancient Runes is all about?"
The class began working quietly with their first runic assignment from their new teacher. The scratching of quills and the turning of pages and parchment were all that could be heard in the silence. Jessie raised her head from her paper and glanced around the class. She was happy that everyone was going to be taking her brother seriously as a teacher. Landon was sitting at his desk writing.
She stood up and walked up to the front of the class. Landon looked up as he heard the approaching footsteps. He sighed and crumpled up the parchment he was writing on and threw it into the rubbish bin besides his desk. "I was just going to send this to you, you know? But of course you had to go and ruin my fun by walking up here yourself."
"Right," Jessie laughed quietly. "And how were you going to do that?"
"Well," Landon scratched his chin pretending to rack his mind for the answer. "I thought maybe just crumpling up the paper and throwing it at you."
Jessie smiled, nodding. "Excellent idea, Professor," she mocked.
"Nice to know you think so!" Landon chuckled. "So, how am I doing?"
"Not bad, as long as you don't keep coming up with more childish ways to communicate with people!"
"So then I guess my paper throwing communication idea won't be going global anytime soon, eh?" Landon asked.
Jessie laughed. "You won't get far."
Harry quickly got out of bed and pulled out his invisibility cloak out of his trunk, pulled it on and then quietly walked out of the dormitory and headed down to the common room. He quietly entered the common room and walked up to the portrait hole. He quietly pushed it open and hurried down the hallway with the Marauder's map hidden underneath his arm.
Harry's night continued this way for the past two days since Landon had approached him.
Harry ran as fast as he could down to the second floor. The door to the Ancient Rune's classroom was open so in he went.
The door quietly shut behind him. The classroom was empty. A few large candles were flickering at the head desk, as he entered and shut the door behind him, many oil lamps flickered on along the walls as well. There was no occupant on the chair behind the desk, but Harry could tell that the person normally sitting at the desk was completely surrounded by work.
"I believe a few people will be joining us tonight."
Harry jumped and turned towards the voice that startled him. Landon smiled as he pulled out a parchment and gave it to Harry. "I believe you'll find this interesting." Landon gestured towards the desk besides him. Harry nodded and then walked over to the desk and sat down. He placed the parchment smoothly on the flat of the desk and looked it over.
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The common room was empty. And so was the boy's dormitory. It was like this after every dinner, Ron noticed. Harry had disappeared once again.
"Bloody hell, where is he?" Ron bellowed.
"Yelling won't get you anywhere, Ron!" Jessie tutted as she strolled into the boy's dormitory.
"Oi! Get out of here!" Seamus yelled out. "What if we were changing?"
"Oh, shut up, Seamus. It's not like I'm gonna see anything! Not like there's anything to see, in your case." Jessie smiled.
Seamus made a face. Jessie stuck out her tongue.
"Stop bickering like babies, you two." Dean stepped in.
"Sorry, mom!"
Dean shook his head and walked past the three and headed for the showers with his towel in hand.
"Have you seen Harry?" Ron asked Jessie.
She shook her head as she looked around the room taking in her surroundings. "I expected you're dorm to be at least a little bigger." Jessie mused.
"Why, what's your room like?" Seamus enquired.
Jessie picked up a small purple bear from the floor. "Wouldn't you like to know... Cute bear."
Seamus snatched the toy from out of Jessie's hands and hugged it tightly. "Me mum gave this to me! Don't make fun!" He warned as he carefully placed the bear on the side table near his bed.
Jessie raised her hands, giving Seamus an innocent smile. "I wasn't even going to try!"
"Can we please concentrate here please?" Ron asked impatiently.
"Ron, calm down. Maybe he's getting extra class time with some of his teachers since he's been with Hermione a lot. He's missed a lot of class lately. He's probably just trying to catch up." Jessie suggested.
Ron sighed, claming down a bit.
And then, as if on cue, a piece of parchment fell from Harry's dresser. Curious, Jessie wandered over and picked it up. Where did Harry' get this? She recognized the writing and the language on it that would have been unreadable to many others. Then suddenly, the notion popped into her head. "Landon."
"What?" Ron asked, obviously confused.
"That stupid idiot!" Jessie growled. She quickly left the boys dormitory and out the portrait hole with the parchment in hand and Ron following close behind.
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Landon had been right. People did happen to join them. However, these two people, Harry would not have guessed.
The door flew open. Jessie stormed into the room as shocked expressions fell upon Harry and the Ancient Runes teacher. Harry was seated at the front of the Ancient Runes classroom and Professor Landon stood at the board. A piece of chalk wrote aimlessly across the blackboard as if it had a mind of its own.
"Are you crazy? You can't just randomly give this to people!" Jessie yelled waving the parchment she carried.
Landon took a step back from his raging sister to behind his desk, and held his hands up in front of him. "Okay, before you start muttering curses to kill me let me explain!"
"Explain what? That you're an idiot?" Jessie asked as she marched closer to the front of the class. "Oh no, Landon Smith, that I already know!"
"Wait a second, wait!" Landon raised his hands at arms length as if hoping to ward off any curse Jessie could have been willing to use on him. "He can read it! Every night I've been giving him something new, and he seems to understand it, which wouldn't be unusual since…" He trailed off.
Jessie stared back and forth at Landon then Harry in shock. She opened her mouth ready to say something, but she had nothing to say. She was speechless.
Landon decided to continue speaking, taking advantage of the silence. Even Harry seemed confused. "I was just about to explain to Harry what was happening when you two decided to burst in here."
Jessie nodded and took a seat a couple rows away from Harry and Landon. Ron followed suit and sat in the desk beside her. "What's going on?" Ron whispered to Jessie, but she shook her head and stared at Landon.
Landon took a deep breath and then continued. "Right then, as I was saying. Hermione is in such a state where nothing may bring her back except for the anti-venom of the snake that had bit you," he looked at Harry," but since it is impossible to retrieve the venom in time before she passes off, it's best that we resort to this. It is said that if you are able to will the words of the ancient language, Siota Patneicna, and understand it you are able to do great things. Things that don't even seem possible to some of the strongest wizards in the world. With this power you will be able to pretty much do anything that you set your mind to. You can even enter the mind of any being, wizard or muggle, or even animal, and you're able to communicate clearly with another wizard who is also able to will the power. With other beings, the communication wouldn't be as clear.
"Siota Patneicna was discovered by Merlin the Great. He was a Mage of this language. In fact he seemed to have been the only one who could master the power of the words. Siota Patneicna was in his blood, it choose him, for it was him. After some time on the earth, he had come to realize that this powerful magic will never be passed on. He had tried teaching specially selected people hoping maybe to help the power pass from generation to generation, but his notion failed, when no one seemed to understand the language.
"Then the idea came into his mind. If the magic was in his blood then maybe if he were to have a next generation, then his children will have the knowledge to power the language. So that's what he did. At that time, he had recently informed his wife, Gwendoloena, or more easily remembered as Gwendolyn, that she had permission to marry some one else, however, he needed her to fulfill his plan.
"Before she married, her fiancé had died leaving her with a child. It was thought, by everyone, that the child was her fiancés but only Merlin knew that truth. He had the power to do many things, so he gave his wife a baby. His baby." Landon paused. He took a sip from the goblet on his desk, then when he finished, he continued once more. "With that, Merlin's magic would have been passed down from generation to generation. That generation had even made it to this century."
Ron stared, interested in what Landon was saying. His eyes wide with shock as Landon had finished. Jessie, who seemed to be getting a little agitated, stood up and started to pace at the back of the classroom.
Harry nodded. "But how do you know if you understand this Siota Patneicna? How do you know if you're a Mage?"
"Simple. Either, you get someone who was the blood of Merlin in them to enter your mind and get them to reveal the mark in your mind, or you find a magical stone that only be found on the land where Merlin used to live, but this stone can only be found if you know what you're looking for. Besides it may take decades before you find the stone so you had better stick with the other way."
"How do you know all this?" Ron wondered out loud.
Landon eyed his sister for a moment and then smiled. "You wanna take this one, Jess?"
Jessie shook her head and sighed. She stopped pacing and turned to Ron and muttered, "Because, he's a Mage."
Ron stared, surprised, at Landon, where as Harry stared in shock at Jessie. "That means you're one too," he whispered.
Jessie didn't answer. She stared blankly at the wall with a sad expression written clearly across her face.
Landon smiled. "Would you like to do the honours of providing Harry with the rest of the information? You can start by searching his mind."
She frowned, but didn't object. She stood up and walked over to the desk in front of Harry and sat down facing him. "Shut your eyes. I'd feel better if I was doing this without you staring back at me." She muttered.
Harry nodded and did as he was told. Then suddenly a voice entered his mind. Don't get startled… This will be easier for me if you don't think a lot, or else you'll get your thoughts in my way. Just try to clear your mind.
Are you talking to me mind to mind?
There was a pause, then, yes… now will you please try and clear your mind so it will be easier for me to search it.
Her body sat still on the chair across Harry's; her soul still within her body, but Jessie's mind was else where. It was traveling along passing the many doors in Harry's mind. Like every mind, there are doors leading into specific times or memories. You open a door you may look inside, travelling in between the memories. It didn't take long until she found what she was looking for. The door Jessie had found looked like all the others, except this one had the symbol of the sun carved on it.
Ron watched quietly as Landon prepared something in two goblets. Ron noticed Jessie had kept her eyes open but that stared continuously at Harry's forehead, as if trying to bore a hole into it.
Harry I need you to say this phrase out loud for me okay?
Okay.
Awai a duorna coustab esta sinawaen.
After a short pause, Harry clearly pronounced the sentence.
"Awai a duorna coustab esta sinawaen."
The door began to glow and slowly it opened. It glowed a beautiful, bright green, similar to the shade of Harry's eyes.
Ron sat up straight, startled, once he saw a green imprint of the sun's symbol and a stag with its head curled around the sun, appear on Harry's forearm. "What's happening?"
Landon shushed Ron and handed him two goblets of pink, steamy liquid. "Give these to them once it's done. It will help them stay grounded. They might feel dizzy for a while. Especially Harry."
Ron nodded slowly and then turned back to face Harry. The symbol was glowing brighter and brighter until suddenly the light disappeared. All that was left was a faded outline where the imprint was. Harry's eyes opened and then focused in on the room around him. He looked as if he didn't know where he was, or how he got there. Harry shook his head. He was starting to feel really dizzy.
Jessie, too, seemed to snap out of what ever reverie they were just in. She turned to Ron and took the goblets he was still clutching and then gave one to Harry. "Drink this."
Ron walked over to Harry's side and gently raised his arm until Harry noticed, as well, what was on it.
Harry gasped. "I've seen that mark before!"
"Well, I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't." Landon nodded. "It was always in your mind so you would have come across at one time or another."
Ron, still, stared in shock at the mark. "It's exactly where... the dark mark would be."
Landon nodded again. "Right, that's a little misconception. The sign is not evil. Voldemort's signs definitely are. I'm guessing he knew about how Mage's of Siota Patneicna had marks on their forearms, so he must have copied it." It suddenly became apparent to him that his sister wasn't looking very happy. Jessie stared blankly at her own forearm whilst taking a sip from her goblet every few moments.
Harry raised his arm higher turning it under the light, inspecting the faded mark. "Does every Mage's mark look the same?"
"It depends. The symbol in the center represents for specific planet. For example, you were born on July the 31st so that would make your planets symbol be the sun. The creature wrapped around the symbol is chosen in the same way like a creature is chosen for your patronus charm. So the stag would have a special meaning to you. It's the same with the colour. Everything depends on who you are." Landon explained. "However, be careful with who you show that mark. No one knows there are really any Mage's in the world."
Harry stared at the symbol on his arm. Great. Now I have another mark I can't hide. "Is there anyway I can hide this?"
"Yes, there is. Just repeat the phrase Jessie told you and it will disappear. And vise versa when you want it to reappear. Just repeat the phrase." Landon answered.
Harry sighed, happy he was able to hide at least one of his marks. He repeated the phase and the mark gave off a faint green glow that seemed to be seeping into his skin. It glowed steadily until it completely disappeared without even the slightest sign of it originally being there.
"What does it mean?" Ron asked, still staring at the now bare arm.
Landon paused for a moment. He watched Jessie stare quietly at her goblet, and then he answered. "It's the third line from a verse in Siota Patneicna. In English, it means "Reveal the magic within my mind."
"Interesting..." Ron commented.
Jessie sighed loudly and muttered to herself. She stood up and quickly left the room.
"What did I say?" Ron asked confused.
"Nothing… she just doesn't really like talking about being a Mage." Landon sighed. He picked up Jessie's abandoned goblet and took back to his desk.
"Why? Is she ashamed of it?" Harry asked.
"No, far from it. It's just that, it was our mother who was the Mage in our family, she passed it on to us." Landon stared at the goblet as if there here memories hidden within the cup. "Jessie had found out about being a Mage a few days after our mom died. She's just a bit sensitive with everything relating to our mom, including who she really is. The creature on her mark, actually, represents our mom. The symbol of the moon and a Phoenix wrapped around... Our mom loved Phoenix's." Landon let out a laugh. "Sometimes Jessie and I joked about our mom actually being a Phoenix. She knew everything there is to know about them."
The three boys remained quiet for a few moments, until Harry broke the silence. "We should start heading back now... Classes... in the morning... Thanks, Landon. For explaining everything."
Ron nodded and the two left Landon behind, alone in his classroom.
"Poor, Jessie." Ron whispered. "Who knew..."
It was aroundmidnight by the time they had reached the Gryffindor Tower. They assumed Jessie had already gone up to bed since the common room was empty, so they also went up to their rooms.
"G'night, Harry." Ron muttered into his pillow.
Harry nodded, not really taking in what Ron had just muttered. He was too busy thinking. Thinking about what he could now do. What he could now acomplish. Harry smiled as he turned in his bed. I'm going to save Hermione.
A/N: Notes for the story:
The symbols of the sun and moon are as seen in the astrology, the symbols of the nine planets and the moon. You could probably look up your planet if you type in Zodiac Signs and Planets on Google or something.
Pronunciations: (I made these words up, in case you were wondering. I don't believe this is a real language, at least not to my knowledge)
Siota Patneicna: See-oh-ta Pat-knee-eck-na (its "ancient a patois" written backwards. Patois means, lingo or dialect)
Awai a duorna coustab esta sinawaen: A-way ah do-or-na coo-stab es-ta (rhymes with 'fiesta') sin-away-in
Just heads-up for everyone, I'm introducing a new character. It's for my friend. She wanted to be in the story so she created her own character so I'm gonna put it in.
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Regarding your question, Harry didn't have to suffer because he got a fever which was able to slow down the poison in him. The poison wasn't able to completely circulate throughout Harry's entire body fast enough to hurt or kill him and Madame Pomfrey and Dumbledore were able to find and remove the poison before it really had any other effect on Harry. However, Pomfrey wasn't able to remove all the poison and it ended up in Hermione, which makes her sick.
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