Author Notes: Sorry it took so long, my muse ran away, and I sort of have this new obsession with Law and Order: CI and SVU so I am trying to balance out my obsessions. I will try to keep updating regularly, I just got back on my Harry Potter obsession when I saw an advertisement for Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (I am totally going to the midnight show) so I am a bit more obsessed again. Thanks to the reviewers who have stuck by, this story is no where close to being over. So thanks and…one with the story.

Title: The Grace of a Demon

Chapter 12 Flying

"Flying…."

"Of course, even smallest, ill-educated child could learn, so it might be a bit difficult for you," Snape said, "ready?" that was directed towards the Unicorns.

"Whenever you are, mount up,"

"Come on you three, mount up,"

"You mean…...on them?" That was Ron.

"Yes, Weasley"

"Flying on them," That was Harry.

"No, Potter, they are going to take us where we will be flying," Harry wasn't sure if that was sarcasm or not so he let it drop, "now. Mount up."

Hermione was already comfortably perched on top of the Unicorn that picked her. With ease and grace of someone who had done it many times, Snape leaped on top of the King and settled in comfortably.

"Just hold on, and don't bounce," The Unicorn that Ron was riding said after an uncomfortable encounter with his foot in the Unicorn's face.

They flew for a couple of hours, over the darkness of the Forbidden Forest, through the chilly mist of future rain clouds. The trio wasn't sure what they were looking for, or if they were looking for anything.

"Harry?" That was Ron, "do you really think we can trust Professor Snape?" he shot a nervous look at their bushy-haired friend who was wisely keeping her mouth shut.

"I don't know Ron,"

"But where is he leading us?"

"I don't know,"

Just at the moment the scenery below shifted to flat lands, ahead in the middle of the fields was a canyon, a rive running deep at the bottom of the rocky blemish in the flatness of the field.

Snape directed them to the edge of the canyon, the unicorns landed and slowed to a walk, before the horses even stopped Severus slid off and walked to the edge of the canyon, "come here," he motioned to the edge.

Slowly they clambered off the unicorns stretching there stiff and sore muscles. Severus didn't even look stiff.

"So….what exactly is going on?" Harry said watching the group of unicorns take off in flight and disappear down the canyon to the river below.

"We're flying, Potter,"

"Flying in what way?"

"Have you ever heard of levitation?" He turned on his heels to look at them.

"Yes," Hermione said crouching next to him to tensely look over the side, "you have to find your balance and concentrate on lifting into the air, not a lot of people can do it. Is that what we are doing today?"

"Yes and No, this is a form of levitation called Calivlatation."

"Isn't that Demon magic?" Ron asked sounding disgusted, "we're going to learn demon stuff?"

"Yes Mr. Weasley, is that a problem?"

"No, but…."

"Good then I suggest you pay attention." Severus stood and shed himself of his outer robe so he stood in black pants and a long sleeve black shirt that was tight in the front and arms but in the back was long to his knees.

He walked to the very edge of the cliff and spread his arms concentrating on the ground, tittering on the sides, the balls of his feet his only support. Then without any other warning his stepped off. Hermione screamed and Harry and Ron rushed to the side.

He was falling in an eagle spread, when he was about half way down the wind seem to catch him because he halted. One leg was straight the other was half bent.

The three watched as he came about a quarter of the way up followed by the female Unicorn that had carried Hermione. They flew around each other, almost like they were playing a game.

After a few minutes the duo flew back up, Severus looking slightly wind burned. He land crossed legged on the end. The three of them stared at him opened mouthed, "that was bloody brilliant,"

"Why thank you Mr. Weasley, now would you like to try, all you have to do is believe that you can do it. For example, Mr. Potter, how do you know brooms can fly?" he turned his fire gaze to him.

Harry looked confused, "they are spelled,"

"Spelled?"

"Yes…at least I think…."

"You are half correct, they aren't magically spelled but it's a mental ability of the rider. He stood and began to pace back and forth, something that learned he did when he was explaining something complicated, "Longbottom for example, in his first year, he didn't believe he could fly, he knew he was going to loose control of the broom, so he did. You, Mr. Potter, knew you could fly and you did,"

Harry stood and walked to the edge and with out looking at Snape asked, "So it's like, I'm spelling the broom by believing I can do that?" Snape nodded, "but how does that help me flying without a broom. It's like spelling me by believing I can do it,"

"Exactly, Potter,"

Harry didn't respond, he stared at the river that seemed miles below him, "well, here goes," and he jumped.

Harry was flying, I can fly, I can fly, I can fly, repeating in his head. But as the river got closer and closer, realization dawned him, he wasn't flying…..he was falling.

End of Chapter 12

Nice wasn't it? I was trying not to make it to fantasy but I couldn't help this chapter. I have some really good ideas for later chapters, but I need to know if anyone is still reading this? If not then I'm not going to continue. So review if you can and let me know or send me an email or something.

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