I don't own Harry Potter or His Dark Materials. I only own the characters Zephyr and Loki Raziya. And Teraphim. Teraphim wasn't in the last chapter, but he might be in this one or the next!
Chapter 6
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Loki stepped through the portrait hole and out into the corridor and started walking down to the Room of Requirement, his olive skin shining in the morning sun. He had just made it to the tapestry showing Barnabas the Barmy trying to teach trolls to dance the ballet, when someone ran into him. It was Will.
"Loki, I was looking for you." Said Will, a little breathless from what happened in the common room and running after Loki.
"Sure you were." Laughed Loki, "I saw you and Lyra." Will blushed a little.
"Well, after that. Anyway, I wanted to ask you something," Loki waved his hand, and nodded. "Well, do you know anywhere that's really secluded? That you can do anything in?" Loki laughed, and Will was just confused.
"We're here. The place you were talking about." Chuckled Loki, noticing that Will did not know what 'here' was. Loki sighed and continued. "Right now, we are outside the room of requirement. It changes into anything you need. And right now, I need somewhere to train." He paced the place in front of the tapestry three times. He then lifted the tapestry and slid behind it.
Loki's head popped out from behind the tapestry and he motioned for Will to follow. Will stepped behind the tapestry and to his amazement was a door, which led into a huge room, filled with training equipment anyone would ever need.
Will was in awe, he had never seen so much training equipment in one room.
"I come here every morning to train. If you want you could join me. Right now we are the only fourth years, except my sister, to know about the room of requirement. My family has been coming to Hogwarts for thousands of years, we were the ones to tell the headmistress of the time to create it." Stated Loki chuffed about his heritage.
Loki wandlessly blasted a training dummy that was in front of him. He turned to see Will open mouthed, staring at the dummy that Loki had just blasted. Loki smiled again.
"The advantages of being an elf!" he chuckled. And continued "You didn't know I was an elf, did you?"
Will just shock his head, still in awe at what had happened. He'd found out his friend Loki was an elf and could do wandless magic, which Will had heard, was impossible at this age. Then again, Loki was an elf.
"Ok," chuckled Loki. "Hey, I've been training for a while on wandless blasting. I could probably teach you, if you want. You'll need all the help you can get, seeing as you're in the cup." Will agreed, he did need the help.
"But what about Harry, he's in the cup as well!" asked Will. But Loki just laughed.
"Harry's got Ron and Hermione with him. And anyway he's the bloody saviour of the world!" stated Loki, to the puzzled Will
"How do you mean?"
"Well, when he was round about 15 months old. Voldemort tried to kill him, and failed. He lost his powers and people thought he was dead, not me though. I think he's still out there." Will flinched at the sound of his father's fake name. He couldn't bare to here it. "And why do you flinch at the name Voldemort? I mean, you've only been in the wizarding world so long. Not like other people who have suffered before him."
"Can I tell you something which you must keep quiet about." Loki nodded, thinking what could be so bad about it. "I found out yesterday from Dumbledore, that Voldemort is my father." Loki was horror struck; he had befriended the son of Voldemort. But Will wasn't evil, was he? No, stop thinking like an idiot. Thought Loki.
"Well then, I'm sorry for brining up that subject." Said the very forgiving Loki. It wasn't Will's fault; he was a good guy. "So, do you want to get started on that wandless blasting?" Will nodded, and they got started.
Loki was telling Will about how wizards have to use wands to channel the majority of their power. And even though elves didn't have to use wands, young elves used then to channel all their power.
Will then asked about the house elf he had seen with Harry, and Loki explained that they were a half-breed, part elf, part aegisthus.
"An Aegisthus is like a goblin but its very loyal, and will serve anyone who needs help, and not as ugly!" Loki chuckled at his little joke, but got no signs of approval because he had never seen a goblin. "Anyway, they have powerful magic, but not nearly as powerful as a pure elf." The young elf was chuffed with his speech and stood very proud as he said the last sentence.
Will was interested with all of this, and was happy that he had a teacher that could tell him stuff like this. Loki was eager to show Will how to wandlessly blast something.
"Well, its hard to explain so why don't we go find a book on wandless magic?" suggested Loki to Will, who immediately agreed. They started searching for books on wandless magic. After about ten minutes of searching, Loki found two books entitled: So you've lost your wand? And: Defence without your wand. As he headed back to where they were training, Will was looking in a different section at two books called: Wandless with the Dark Arts. And: How to be an Animagi. He started reading; Wandless using the dark arts, on the way back to Loki.
'Introduction,
Chapter 1: How to use a wandless Blasting curse,
Chapter 2: How to use a wandless Stinging curse,
Chapter 3: How to use a wandless Leg-Locker curse,
Chapter 4: How to use a wandless Impediment curse,
Chapter 5: How to use a wandless Entrail-Expelling curse,
Chapter 6: How to use a wandless Bone-Breaking curse,
Chapter 7: How to wandlessly create and destroy Inferi,
Chapter 8: How to use a wandless Unforgivable curse.'
Will read the introduction with great speed.
'Wandlessly using the dark arts is hard at first, but once you know how to do it, it's stuck. The dark arts are just another way of magic. Even though they don't teach in schools, these curses are good to know if you are in a duel, because it's good to know spells that aren't frequently used. In the case of Inferi, you can never be to sure, when its night, if it's a person or an Inferius.'
"Hey Loki, what's an Inferius?" asked Will. Loki looked up from the book Defence without your wand, and answered.
"They are the living dead. And anyway how did you know about them?" asked Loki, a little confused.
"This book," said Will plainly and he raised the book to show the front cover to Loki. Loki's eyes light up and quickly said,
"You do know that that is a dark magic book, don't you?" asked Loki, very suspiciously.
"Yea, but its really interesting. Oh and can I take a book out of this place?"
"Yeah, everybody does it. The book will appear again where you found it. But the one you have will stay. What book?"
"How to become an Animagi. It's for Lyra." They continued chatting for a bit, about how to get back in, about animagi, about the triwizard tournament, about him and Lyra. And then after about an hour of talking, they had still not done much on the wandless blasting, that Loki was supposed to be teaching Will.
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Will left the room and headed towards the griffindor common room. As he entered professor McGonalgall was waiting for him. She quickly turned Will around and marched him to the teachers lounge. On their way to the teachers lounge, Will quickly hid the books he had taken from the Room of Requirement in his inside pockets. He didn't want anyone to know that he was interested in the dark arts, or becoming an animagus.
Ollivander was sitting in the corner talking to Dumbledore and Ludo Bagman. Harry and Fleur where nervously talking to each other while Krum was standing moodily in front of the fire staring into it. A witch in magenta robes, who Will had never seen before, was standing next to a paunchy man, holding a large black camera which was smoking slightly, watching Fleur out of the corner of his eye.
"Great," said Dumbledore. "Now we are all here, let's get on with the Wand Weighing ceremony."
"Wand Weighing?" repeated Will nervously.
"We have to check that your wands are fully functional, no problems, you know, as they're your most important tools in the tasks ahead," said Bagman. "There's going to be a little photo shoot. This is Rita Skeeter," he added gesturing towards the witch in magenta robes, "she's doing a small piece on the tournament for the Daily Prophet…"
"Maybe not that small, Ludo," said Rita Skeeter, her eyes on Harry.
Her hair was set in elaborate and curiously rigid curls that contrasted oddly with her heavy-jawed face. She wore jewel incrusted horned glasses.
"I wonder if I could have a word with Harry, before we start?" she said to Bagman, but her eyes still glued to Harry.
"Not now, Rita." Said Bagman "The judges will be here soon." And as if on queue, the judges stepped into the teacher's lounge.
Will and Harry each sat down in one of the four chair that had been placed in the centre of the room, facing a velvet-covered table, where four of the five judges were now sitting – Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Mr Crouch and Ludo Bagman. Rita Skeeter settled herself down in a corner with a piece of parchment resting on her knee with a quill standing to attention.
"May I introduce Mr Ollivander?" said Dumbledore, taking his place at the judge's table and talking to the champions. "He will be checking your wands to ensure that they are in good condition before the Tournament."
"Mademoiselle Delacour, could we have your wand first please?" said Ollivander, stepping into the space between the champions and the judges.
Fleur swept over to Ollivander and handed him her wand.
"Hmmm…"
He twirled the wand between his long fingers like a baton and the wand emitted butterflies from the tip.
"Yes" he said quietly. "Eight and a half inches… inflexible… made of rosewood… containing…?"
"An 'air from ze 'ead of a Veela," stated Fleur. "One of my grandmuzzer's."
"Well, I've never used Veela hair before because it's usually used for temperamental wands… however if it suits you… Orchideous!" muttered Ollivander, scooping up the bunch of flowers that had just burst from the wand tip and handing them to Fleur with her wand. "It's in fine working order. Mr Krum, you next."
Krum got up and slouched over in a kind of duck waddle, over to Ollivander and thrust him his wand. He stood with his back slouched as the wand-maker fiddled with his wand.
"Gregorovitch if I'm not mistaken? Fine wand-maker, though the styling if not how I… however. Hornbeam and dragon heartstring?" he shot at Krum who nodded. "Rather rigid… ten and a quarter inches… Avis!"
The wand made a noise like a gun and a number of small twittering birds flew out of the end, and through the open window into the watery sunlight.
"Good," said Ollivander, handing Krum back him wand. "Mr Parry, if you please."
Will got up and walked over to Ollivander. "Ah yes, I remember your wand exactly, we had a stop of bother trying to find it. Thirteen and a half inches, Hornbeam, and the tail hair of the grim. I remember this exactly because this is the only known grim wand in existence. Very powerful… cento ferinus." Muttered Ollivander and a small flame spark out of his wand and fly around the room in the form of a dragon and disappeared in a ball of smoke. "Excellent. Which leaves… Mr Potter."
Harry got to his feet and walked past Will to Ollivander. He handed over his wand.
"Aaaaaah, yes," said Ollivander, his pale eyes suddenly gleaming. "Yes, yes, yes. How well I remember."
Harry could remember, too. He could remember it as though it had happened yesterday…
Four summers ago, on his eleventh birthday, he ha entered Ollivander's shop with Hagrid to buy a wan. Ollivander had started handing him wands to try, until after over nearly what felt like half the shop, they had found one that had suited him. It was made of holly; eleven inches long, and contained a single feather from a phoenix. Ollivander had been very surprised that Harry had been so compatible with this was. 'Curious' he had said '… curious', and not until Harry asked what was curious had Ollivander explained that the wand's core had come from the phoenix that had given the core of Voldemort's wand.
Harry had never shared this information, as it would only give people more reasons to hate him. He was very found of his wand, and as far as he was concerned its relation to Voldemort's wand was something that couldn't be helped – like how he couldn't help being related to Aunt Petunia.
However he really hoped that Ollivander wasn't going to tell the whole room about it. He had a funny feeling that Rita Skeeter might explode at the news.
Ollivander spent much longer examining Harry's wand than anyone else's. Eventually, however, he made a small fountain of wine shoot out of it, and handed it back to Harry, announcing that it was in perfect condition.
"Thank you all," said Dumbledore, standing up at the judges' table. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your Saturday. Dinner shall be ready soon, I hope to see you all there." The champions had just got up and out of their chairs, when the man holding the black camera jumped up and cleared his throat.
"Photos, Dumbledore, photos!" cried bagman excitedly "All the judges and champions. What do you think, Rita?"
"Yes, lets do them." Said Rita Skeeter. Her eyes fixed again on Harry. "And then maybe some individual shots."
The photographs took a long time. Madame Maxime cast everyone else into shadow wherever she stood, and the photographer, Bozo, couldn't get back far enough to get her in shot. Eventually she had to sit while everyone else stood around her.
Karkaroff kept twisting his goatee around his finger to give it an extra curl; Krum skulked, half-hidden, at the back of the group. Bozo wanted Fleur to be at the front, but every time he brought her to the front, Rita Skeeter kept hurrying forward and dragging Harry into greater prominence. She then insisted on separate shots of all the champions. At last, they were free to go.
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Will and Harry went down to the great hall talking about the Triwizard Tournament, and how come they were selected even though neither of them had put their names in.
Will saw Lyra, and ran over to her.
"Lyra, I've got something to show you after dinner." said Willexcitedly as he sat down next to her.
She just smiled and continued eating. Once they were both full, they went back up to the griffindor common room and Will took out the book about how to become an animagus. Her eyes light up as she saw the book.
"Oh, thank you Will! Thank you sooooo much." She cried. Hugging him as tightly as she could. And then she kissed him.
A little shocked Will joined in.
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Loki came back into the common room after dinner to find Will and Lyra kissing again.
'Why do I always come when they're making out?' Joked Loki to himself. 'When they come out of tounge wrestling I have to use that joke!'
The griffindor started filling after about 5 minutes after Loki had come back. And after 10 minutes the entirety of griffindor had saw Will and Lyra kissing, who had still not realised that they were being watched. They broke apart and everyone started pretending that they were busy with something.
"Finally!" chuckled Loki. "you've been at it for about 10 minutes now!" still chuckling Loki got up and left.
"Lyra, come with me." Said Will in a very hushed voice. Lyra nodded and followed Will out of the griffindor common room.
They caught up with Loki who was pacing outside of the Room of Requirement. Loki smiled as he saw them approach and they entered together.
Lyra, like Will, was shocked at the room.
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End of Chapter 6
