Disclaimer:look at chapter 6.
In here is even less that is my own.
This story is AU including a different time setting. Here Harry was born 1990.
Dedicated to Longford S., Triebenbacher T. and all those others who did it for the right reasons.
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Muggle's eveningThe Order of the Phoenix happened to be an organisation to fight Voldemort. So much was true. It was an organisation to support an individual, which was prophesised to defeat Voldemort for good. All members knew that. However it was not known to but a few who this person was. And even the few who knew did not really so, it was more like an educated guess. Never would they have thought their assumptions could be incorrect.
Somewhere someone read and wondered.
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Starlight gazed onto The Burrow. Stepping lightly Ron took the stairs up to his sisters room. Standing in front of the door he could hear a muffled conversation, the voices being Ginny' and Hermione's. He opened the door silently and stepped in, closing the door after him.
"Hermione, Ginny Mum is down with Professor Lupin and Professor Dumbledore."
He said while turning to face the girls.
Hermione sat on Ginny's bed, both of them facing him, Ginny in her nightgown, Hermione in lace knickers, displaying her breast.
Ron gaped at her his eyes taking in her body, he marvelled at her face.
'How beautiful she looks in the warm candlelight.'
He adored her breasts.
'Firm yet tender, perfect, round…'
His gaze dropped deeper.
'Those knickers really fit her. Fascinating, I can see through them, hair and…'
"Thumb"
Ron's eyes had had rolled back and he had passed out, falling to the floor.
Hermione stared at him speechless. Ginny on the other hand broke into a howling laughter, rolling on her bed in a fit.
A few minutes later the three of them sat in Ginny's room, talking.
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"Miss Tonks, may I ask some questions about magic and the reasons why you wizard folk are hiding?"
"It's just Tonks Tom. And as long as it is not confidential I will give you your answers."
"Excellent, I suppose we do have about an hour before the others will be back.
Well then let's do the basics, what can you tell me about basic workings of a spell?"
"The best to answer that specific question would either be Professor McGonagall or Dumbledore. I never have been one to be deep in the theory.
However, as far as I understood everybody has a magical core, kind of a reservoir, and as you tap into that core by means of a wand, the spells incantation and wand movement you focus the magic to achieve the magical effect."
"This is interesting." Tom went to his bookshelf, grabbed one of the booklets and browsed through the pages. Finding what he was looking for he handed it to Tonks.
"Read"
'… each spell and magical effect is powered by the flow of astral energy for game purposes this is measured in points. Only characters that have astral energy points (AEP) can work magic. We have interviewed Magister Rhondrian from the Dragonsegg Academy in Khunchom for a bit more of Aventurian understanding.
Astral energy flows at all places, everything is flooded by it. At some places and in some beings the energy amasses, like rain forming a puddle. Each puddle has its specific amount of water and each being its specific amount of magic. If the puddle is just a wet spot on the ground the being can not use its magic but as soon as there is more than that it can, like you can take water from the puddle….'
Tonks dropped the booklet, facing Tom, swallowing hard.
"The man who wrote this book was a wizard?"
"No, he was not. But I have a feeling. How much does the general wizard know about non-wizard science? Have you specialists for that field of interest?"
"You talk about muggle science? Like fisiks?"
"Sorry. Yes, muggle science and especially physics."
"Well I do not know about any specialists, if there were any they would be working for the Ministry. Besides, the general wizard public takes less than any interest in muggles, just if there is an overlap with the wizarding world. Like when You-know-who attacks some muggles its just inn the sidelines. But there are of course a lot of muggleborn witches and wizards who would have had some education before thy go to wizarding schools at the age of eleven."
"I see. Will you please tell me about some things, in general terms that can be accomplished by magic? Like the general fields of magic."
"Well, that's like the different classes thought in school yes?
Ohm, there is Defence against the Dark Arts mostly shielding from harm and various means of fighting with spells. Then there is Transfiguration, changing one thing to another and conjuring things. Potions," Tonks grinned." Is like cooking, making droughts and salves to heal or harm and do a lot of other things."
At this point Tom went for another book, showing Tonks a recipe for a potion.
"Yes." Tonks replied to the unspoken question." Like that. This reads like something you could find in a potions book."
Tom thought for a few minutes.
"Tonks, will you conjure a battery for me?"
"What do you need a battery for?"
"To test a theory I have. I will give you the specifics and you do the magic?"
"Well, alright, I have to warn you though; I am not the best at conjuring."
"No problem." Tom wrote some numbers on a sheet of paper and handed it to Tonks.
"I need the basic workings of the battery, I have to roughly know what I will be conjuring."
Twenty minutes later Tonks had done a variety of conjurations, transfigurations and the like.
Tom was grinning like a cat that stumbled over a large bowl of milk.
On the table in front of Tonks and Tom lay an assortment of devices and gadgets.
"Tonks? Why have you wizards not eliminated this Voldemort character?"
"For a variety of reasons, primarily the fact that we can't get a hold on him and whenever we arrive at a scene of action we are outnumbered. If we are not the Death Eaters withdraw."
"I figure the authorities are corrupt?"
"Obviously. Besides, the Minister does not really take all out action. We know of some DEs who are very influential due to money and position."
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To say that Hermione and Ron had been surprised by being called downstairs to meet Professor Dumbledore and Professor Lupin would have been a slight understatement. It would not have been completely off to regard them a little curious concerning the reasons for being called. As the teenagers entered the living room they wondered why. Hermione knew it could not be the spell work done by Ginny today, no detector could pick up something that should and reasonably could not exist. Ron wondered just waited for the things to come.
Ginny Weasley knew exactly what this was all about. Harry.
Albus Dumbledore pondered how to break his idea to the children.
'No the young adults or at least almost adults.'
"Hermione, Ginny, Ron how about spending the evening with Harry?"
Albus chuckled; Remus had beaten him to the price and done so in a way the teens would not refuse. He eyed Molly Weasley's, seeing the reluctant acceptance in her face. Ms. Weasley and Ms. Granger looked definitively elated, whereas Mr. Weasley was somewhat reserved but obviously looking forward to meeting his friend.
He started to explain, roughly, that they would join their friend in an evening of muggle entertainment.
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Hermione Jane Granger stood at the parlour of Tom's house, fists on her hips.
"I can not belief this!"
"Not again Hermione, besides it was 'This should not work'" Ginny grinned.
Harry listened with only half an ear, after talking to Tom he was assembling the various parts on his knees to a device that could be described by 'This should not work.' Or even by 'this should not exist.'
Ron, who sat at Harry's side, was deep in thought. He could now understand his father's fascination with muggles and their gadgets.
They all had taken a portkey to meet at the house of a muggle. Following their arrival they had had a bit of a chat to get to know Tom, the muggle, and had eventually settled down to watch a movie.
After this entertaining and fascinating event they had talked about this new spells. Actually it was not really new spells; it was like a new branch of magic.
Dumbledore and Hermione had been almost entranced.
The one thing Ron ad felt and he had seen on the faces of all the others was a feeling of rightness about the things they had spoken about.
Just one topic had not been scratched. Well, no wonder with all these adults around.
Ron figured he had but this single opportunity to set things straight.
"Ginny, don't you see, Tonks and the others have transfigured or conjured things without understanding how thy work."
"Yes, I know, so what about it?"
"Tonks conjured something that exists only in a fictional world. This energy cell thing, it's like someone conjuring a working broom. You just can't."
"Sorry Hermione, but one can. It takes a powerful wizard but magic can form about anything."
"I give you that Ginny but have you taken into account how much energy is stored in that power cell? Almost a gigawatt, that is about the power of a lightning, enough energy to have a muggle city working for a few hours."
Ron suddenly said. "Hermione, I think I fancy you."
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Tom sat in the half build dojo. He was wondering about the sudden turn in his live. There seemed to be a plot, intertwined with another plot over another and another.
'Just like a very, very good adventure.'
The world he had known had always been layered around a fantasy element, thanks to the fact that he had been gaming ever since he was a teenager. This gaming had forged his personality to a degree. He had always embraced this adventurous element, even had given special effort to have what he considered elven thought patterns. From what he had learned today it was a reasonable guess that he had by doing so gained something he had always longed to have.
'Anyway this thing here could be something of an ultimate test."
He calmly inserted the various parts into the small cylinder. He attached the cell.
'Here it goes' He pressed the switch.
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AN: The story, for some unknown reason, keeps evading me. This resulted in this chapter being far shorter than anticipated and the next one has taken an active fighting position. So I do not know how long it will take.
Thanks for any reviews.