Sword/Hogwarts
About the last chapter user taiwoeretan1 said something about Baki type training, image training of that level is NOT that ridiculous, as I done a step before the one Baki's actually do, basically
It's all about the ability to single mindedly concentrate, basically to the level of creating a pseudo tulpa (google it), the level I do it causes phantom pain, but no actual damage and I have to contract my muscles to generate a counter force, in other words, it is humanly possible, but extremely unlikely that people can get to THAT level, even the level I am at took a lot for me to get there, but my having AAHD kinda makes it impossible to reach the higher tier level. My ability to concentrate is not nor EVER will be at that level due to that, unfortunately.
Chapter 4: Flying was not made for blades
It was the day after, and Emiya was nearing his limit, he needed to cook.
Even in the orphanage he was allowed to do so.
"Shirou… are you… ok?" Iris asked, seeing how antsy Emiya was being.
"To be honest, no, I been deprived of cooking and it is starting to get to me, I found a place , but those two keep hounding me, I mean Hermione does it too, but bless her heart, she is direct about it, those two however are just horrible at sneaking around.
Iris chuckled awkwardly as Luvia and Rin kept trying to one up esch other on finding how Emiya was so good when he was a muggle born apparently.
Luvia had sent a letter to her family, asking to find anything they could on Emiya, using their large information network as they were the foremost family at hunting dark wizards and witches and spooks.
It would take time, at least 2 weeks, in the meantime she would do whatever she could to find anything out.
Unfortunately so did Rin, and while her family had no such extensive information network, they were Japanese and thus had better access to information on said country, they had a lot of allied families there as well, but, same with Luvia, it would take time to shift through all the information and separate the relevant stuff.
Iris had to admit that those 2 were VERY bad at it… even her cousin, who was a whale of a boy, was sneaky when he tried to look at her when she was changing… she tried to tell but as always uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia would shield the boy and say that I was making it up and even if that was the case she should be happy he even deigned looking at her.
She shivered at the memories, and how she got punished when she tried to protect herself from his perving.
And so, being fed up with it, Emiya decided to confront his 2 stalkers.
Me mapped the hallways he would take until he got by a secret passageway that only made it so you were back on the opposite side of the wall. He would use it and get behind the two girls and get to the bottom of it.
He purposely baited them and they bit on it, they began to trail him on a particular deserted hall in the second floor, as soon as he felt them he ran to another hall and opened the secret passageway that took him in between the walls.
"Damm it! He is gone!" Rin shouted as both of then skidded to a stop at the corner to find it empty.
"You damn monkey! all your uncouth hollering probably alerted him" Luvia said.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU TRAMP?!"
"So, why are you chasing him?" a third voice said.
"Cause the boy is too good, it is very strange in his he is able to have easily breezed through transfiguration all the way to half the year, but from what I heard in charms he used more energy for even the simplests of them" Rin said as she was pushing Luvia.
"He has an advanced feel for potions, even the head of my house is impressed even if he doesn't show it, anyone who can garner respect from that bullheaded man is someone of note in my book" she said as she started to push back at Rin. "The fact that as a wizard he keeps with physical training is something of an oddity and I like people like that"
"Then, why not just ask whatever you wanna know directly instead of floundering around like a pair of idiots and causing a scene and rumors to circulate?" The voice asked.
They both turned around and yelled "WHAT'S WITH YO-!"
As they turned, they saw none other than Emiya with what can only be described as the most annoyingly irritating smug smirk on his face.
Both girls were stunned and Rin started to stammer, while Luvia blushed and tried to recover a semblance of dignity.
10 minutes later
Emiya commandeered an empty classroom, with his bastardized knowledge on runes he made a bounded field of privacy without the girls noticing.
"So, here we are… you know, I have been getting tired of this cat and mouse game, it has been rather irritating what's more it has cause me undo problems due to rumors spreading, so… now that we are all here, why don't you ask what you wish to know?" Emiya said.
He was looking down on them as the kids they were, obviously neither Luvia or Rin liked that.
"Where do you get off treating us like kids when we are the same age?!" Rin yelled.
"Chronologically, sure, we are the same age, but don't confuse things, as I experienced things you have not, I have seen and done things of which nightmares are made of, do you have enough steel in you to brave all the things I saw, the things I did?" He said as he pushed his own magic power as meandering of cowing them.
Both were pushed back, but their pride would not allow them to concede, both Rin and Luvia, regardless of world would always be powerhouses and geniuses, so instinctively they used their own magical power to weather the weight of his own, however due to them being kids it left them drained.
They were panting, but grinning "is that all? I am unimpressed" Rin said with a tired smirk.
Emiya simply walked and with a single finger pushed her forehead.
She collapsed like a house of cards.
"It's good to have pride, but it is also good to know the limits of oneself," he said.
He pulled a chair for himself and offered one for Rin and Luvia. Rin was glaring daggers at Emiya who was just smirking.
After a few minutes of rest, when tempers had cooled down they asked him questions.
He decided to answer Rin's first as he doubted he would come uninjured should he continue to tease the girl.
"The reason is due to muggle science, if you understand the basic components of mething somethingand have a better understanding of how it works, it is translated into a better image for the spell, whereas potions… wells to be honest, it will sound silly, ludicrous even, but what I say is the absolutle truth" he said.
Luvia leaned in interest.
"Potions… have a lot in common with cooking" Emiya said.
"Eeeeh?!" Both yelled as they leaned into Jim with clear malicious intent.
Emiya sighed. "What a pair of troublesome women you two are, regardless of what you think, however, what I said is the absolute truth"
Luvia glared a bit, but then sighed herself "this man, he sure isn'11111111111111t lying, he is not telling the whole truth, but he is not lying"
"EH?! How would you know?" Rin asked.
"I AM in Slitherin, I was groomed to become someone big in the political areas of the wizarding world, the fact that I noticed it is not just due to my training, but also due to a natural talent at sniffing out lies, why do you think that I can thrive in a den of snakes?" Luvia said with a superior smirk.
Rin was taken back, she had not expected this.
"So, not only are you a hyenna but a queen snake uh?" Rin asked.
Luvia glared at Rin as she was about to retort Emiya cleared his trought.
"If it's like you say…"Luvia begun, trying to regain her dignity, "would you be so kind as to show us?"
Emiya pondered for a bit, he had no real issues with that idea, but if they knew about the room it would also cut into his magecraft training time.
He got an idea, "I don't mind, so long as you two purchase the cooking ingredients, if you look at it this way it is cheaper than buying potion ingredients and reagents, besides, we can eat them afterwards, one thing… the Wesley twins are to be with us, as I promised them some of my cooking for their help on a previous errand"
Luvia looked at Rin, they both had a pensive look but nodded "it shouldn't be much trouble to accommodate them" Luvia said.
"You mena as long as they don't make a nuisance of themselves" Rin amended with a scoff.
"Well, since it has been accepted you will have to excuse me, I was in the middle of looking for an appropriate place to do the cooking, I would have found it but due to certain ladies who decided that their approach at being subtle was a better idea than just directly asking a question to me, i had wasted more time avoiding said ladies than finding the ideal room" Emiya said with an irritating smirk.
Both girls flinched "it wasn't that bad… was it?" Luvia asked with hope.
Emiya just looked at them silently.
Later that day
While on the great hall, all the kids received some mail, Malfloy had received a care package from home which included many luxurious candies and sweets, while Nevile received a small package.
He got a small crystal ball, almost liem a snow globe…
"Oh, it's a rememberball, Gran knows that I forget things, this tells you if you forgot something," he said as the ball lit up on a red color.
Neville was trying to remember what he'd forgotten when Draco Malfoy, who was passing the Gryffindor table, snatched the Remembrall out of his hand.
Ron jumped to his feet. He was half hoping for a reason to fight Malfoy, as he was allways talking down about his family, but Professor McGonagall, who could spot trouble quicker than any teacher in the school, was there in a flash.
"What's going on?"
"Malfoy's got my Remembrall, Professor." Scowling, Malfoy quickly dropped the Remembrall back on the table.
"Just looking," he said, and he sloped away with Crabbe and Goyle behind him.
It was 3:30 PM as the group of Slitherin and Griffindor went down to the grounds.
It seems that one core part of education is learning how to use a broom.
And by that, I did not mean in the traditional sense, as to clean floors and the like, I meant to fly with them.
I sighed, this all felt like how regular humans whitewashed magic and bastardised it in their stories.
In my original world, they did not have such a thing, due to the inherent pressure of the world to correct magecraft, as it was not a natural occurrence, not to mention the loss of power by how well known a mystery is.
However, if I should make any parallels to the regular world…
"Isn't this like Drivers Ed?" Emiya asked to himself aloud.
"You know, you may be on to something" one of the few muggle born on Gryffindor said.
Hermione nodded.
They were given the school issued brooms.
I tsked. "These have not been properly cared for"
He saw how damaged they were with a round of structural grasping, so he decided to at least make it in better condition.
"Trace…on"
Pouring his mana into the broom he began to fill all the cracks and imperfections until it was as close as new as he could, he was surprised, as the broom had no resistance to his reinforcement magecraft and greedily soaked in it.
Many of the students were bragging about their skills, Malfoy saying he used to fly and escape from helicopters, even Ron said he had experience flying in his brother's broom.
The teacher of today's flying lesson was madam Hooch, the woman had eyes similar to mine when I was human in my world. Not only that but they seemed like she had quite a big level in the kinetic vision department.
Kinetic vision refers to the ability to track fast moving objects, while very high for a human, not on the level I had myself as one, let alone as a servant or counter guardian. Still it is an admirable feat.
She began to explain how brooms worked, it seems they pick up on the intent of the user.
She was right, but it was not properly explained.
One needed to concentrate and make their own magic flow into the broom, a good analogy would be like a wifi signal, or a remote control and the broom being the one receiving the signal.
So I made my prana flow unto the broom…
"Up" Emiya said in a bored tone.
It may have had something to do with his element and origin, perhaps just plain bad luck… but the broom shot up like a sword at him.
Emiya managed to dodge and grab it before it hit him, still it was very close.
The broom remained still aloft in the air awaiting for him.
Many tried and just as expected quite a few failed,Hermione did not even get her broom to go up, it just rolled on the floor.
"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle — three — two —"
But Neville, nervous and jumpy and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips.
"Come back, boy!" she shouted, but Neville was rising straight up like a cork shot out of a bottle — twelve feet — twenty feet. Iris saw his scared white face look down at the ground falling away, saw him gasp, slip sideways off the broom and —
WHAM — a thud and a nasty crack and Neville laid facedown on the grass in a heap. His broomstick was still rising higher and higher, and started to drift lazily toward the forbidden forest and out of sight.
Madam Hooch was bending over Neville, her face as white as his.
"Broken wrist," Emiya heard her mutter. "Come on, boy — it's all right, up you get."
She then turned to the rest of the class.
"None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch.' Come on, dear."
Neville, his face tear-streaked, clutching his wrist, hobbled off with Madam Hooch, who had her arm around him.
No sooner were they out of earshot than Malfoy burst into laughter.
"Did you see his face, the great lump?"
The other Slytherins joined in.
"Shut up, Malfoy," snapped Parvati Patil.
"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinson, a hard-faced Slytherin girl. "Never thought you'd like fat little crybabies, Parvati."
"Look!" said Malfoy, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him."
The Remembrall glittered in the sun as he held it up.
"Give that here, Malfoy," said Iris quietly. Everyone stopped talking to watch.
Malfoy smiled nastily.
"No, I don't think so… actually…I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find — how about — up a tree?"
"Give it here!" Iris yelled, but Malfoy had leapt onto his broomstick and taken off. He hadn't been lying, he could fly well. Hovering level with the topmost branches of an oak he called, "Come and get it, Potter!"
Iris grabbed her broom.
"No!" shouted Hermione. "Madam Hooch told us not to move — you'll get us all into trouble."
Iris ignored her. Blood was pounding in her ears. She might be a coward about defending herself, but hell if she would let someone as kind as Neville be bullied, so she mounted the broom and kicked hard against the ground and up, up she soared; air rushed through her hair, and her robes whipped out behind — and in a rush of fierce joy she realized she'd found something she could do without being taught — this was easy, this was wonderful. She pulled his broomstick up a little to take it even higher, and heard screams and gasps of girls back on the ground and an admiring whoop from Ron.
She turned her broomstick sharply to face Malfoy in midair. Malfoy looked stunned.
"Give it here," she called, "or I'll knock you off that broom and into your sorry arse"
"Oh, yeah?" said Malfoy, trying to sneer, but looking worried.
Down bellow Emiya was getting ready to act, he had to hand it to the little girl, she was fierce when pissed off. He subtly reinforced his body as he watched with hawk eyes for any sign of danger.
Iris knew, somehow, what to do. She leaned forward and grasped the broom tightly in both hands, and it shot toward Malfoy like a javelin.
Malfoy only just got out of the way in time; Iris made a sharp about-face and held the broom steady. A few people below were clapping.
"There is no Crabbe and Goyle up here to save your neck, Malfoy," she called.
The same thought seemed to have struck Malfoy.
"Catch it if you can, then!" he shouted, and he threw the glass ball high into the air and streaked back toward the ground.
Iris saw, as though in slow motion, the ball rise up in the air and then started to fall. She leaned forward and pointed his broom handle down — next second he was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing the ball — wind whistled in her ears, mingled with the screams of people watching — she stretched out his hand — a foot from the ground she caught it, just in time to pull his broom straight, and he toppled gently onto the grass with the Remembrall clutched safely in her fist.
"IRIS POTTER!"
Her heart sank faster than she'd just dived. Professor McGonagall was running toward them. She got to his feet, trembling.
"Never — in all my time at Hogwarts —"
Professor McGonagall was almost speechless with shock, and her glasses flashed furiously, "— how dare you — might have broken your neck —"
"It wasn't his fault, Professor —"
"Be quiet, Miss Patil —"
"But Malfoy —"
"That's enough, Mr. Weasley. Potter, follow me, now."
Irie caught sight of Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle's triumphant faces as she left, walking numbly in Professor McGonagall's wake as she strode toward the castle. She was going to be expelled, she just knew it. She wanted to say something to defend herself, but there seemed to be something wrong with her voice. Professor McGonagall was sweeping along without even looking at her; she had to jog to keep up. Now she'd done it. She hadn't even lasted two weeks. She'd be packing her bags in ten minutes. What would the Dursleys say when she turned up on the doorstep?
Up the front steps, up the marble staircase inside, and still Professor McGonagall didn't say a word to her. She wrenched open doors and marched along corridors with Iris trotting miserably behind her. Maybe she was taking her to Dumbledore. She thought of Hagrid, expelled but allowed to stay on as gamekeeper. Perhaps she could be Hagrid's assistant. Her stomach twisted as she imagined it, watching Ron and the others becoming wizards, while she stumped around the grounds carrying Hagrid's bag.
Professor McGonagall stopped outside a classroom. She opened the door and poked her head inside.
"Excuse me, Professor Flitwick, could I borrow Wood for a moment?"
Wood? thought Iris, bewildered; was Wood a cane she was going to use on her?
But Wood turned out to be a person, a burly fifth-year boy who came out of Flitwick's class looking confused.
"Follow me, you two," said Professor McGonagall, and they marched on up the corridor, Wood looking curiously at Iris.
"In here."
Professor McGonagall pointed them into a classroom that was empty except for Peeves, who was busy writing rude words on the blackboard.
"Out, Peeves!" she barked. Peeves threw the chalk into a bin, which clanged loudly, and he swooped out cursing. Professor McGonagall slammed the door behind him and turned to face the two children.
"Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood — I've found you a Seeker."
Wood's expression changed from puzzlement to delight.
"Are you serious, Professor?"
"Absolutely," said Professor McGonagall crisply. "The girl's a natural. I've never seen anything like it. Was that your first time on a broomstick, Potter?"
Iris nodded silently. She didn't have a clue what was going on, but she didn't seem to be being expelled, and some of the feeling started coming back to her legs.
"She caught that thing in her hand after a fifty-foot dive," Professor McGonagall told Wood. "Didn't even scratch herself. Charlie Weasley couldn't have done it."
Wood was now looking as though all his dreams had come true at once.
"Ever seen a game of Quidditch, Potter?" he asked excitedly.
"Wood's captain of the Gryffindor team," Professor McGonagall explained.
"She's just the build for a Seeker, too," said Wood, now walking around Iris and staring at her. "Light —speedy — we'll have to get her a decent broom, Professor — a Nimbus Two Thousand or a Cleansweep Seven, I'd say."
"I shall speak to Professor Dumbledore and see if we can't bend the first-year rule. Heaven knows, we need a better team than last year. Flattened in that last match by Slytherin, I couldn't look Severus Snape in the face for weeks.…"
Professor McGonagall peered sternly over her glasses at Iris.
"I want to hear you're training hard, Potter, or I may change my mind about punishing you."
Then she suddenly smiled.
"Your father would have been proud," she said. "He was an excellent Quidditch player himself."
Half an hour after
"You're joking."
It was dinnertime. Iris had just finished telling Ron what had happened when she'd left the grounds with Professor McGonagall. Ron had a piece of steak and kidney pie halfway to his mouth, but he'd forgotten all about it.
Emiya was sitting next to Hermione and Iris, eating some onigiri he managed to get the elves to make, they did so since he played the homesick card.
Still he wondered if it was a good idea to let kids play such deadly sport, then again he was a magus and a magus children thread a fine line with death daily with their spells, so he figured that this was as close as they could get…
Until they grown up, that is.
"Seeker?" he said. "But first years never — you must be the youngest house player in about —"
" — a century," said Iris, shoveling pie into her mouth. She felt particularly hungry after the excitement of the afternoon. "Or so Wood told me."
Ron was so amazed, so impressed, he just sat and gaped at Iris.
"I start training next week," said Iris. "Only don't tell anyone, Wood wants to keep it a secret."
Fred and George Weasley now came into the hall, spotted Iris, and hurried over.
"Well done," said George in a low voice. "Wood told us. We're on the team too — Beaters."
"I tell you, we're going to win that Quidditch cup for sure this year," said Fred. "We haven't won since Charlie left, but this year's team is going to be brilliant. You must be good, Iris, Wood was almost skipping when he told us."
"Anyway, we've got to go, Lee Jordan reckons he's found a new secret passageway out of the school."
"Bet it's that one behind the statue of Gregory the Smarmy that we found in our first week. See you."
Fred and George had hardly disappeared when someone far less welcome turned up: Malfoy, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle.
"Having a last meal, Potter? When are you getting the train back to the Muggles?"
"You sure seem a lot braver now that you're back on the ground and you've got your little meat shields with you, brat," said Emiya coolly. There was of course nothing at all little about Crabbe and Goyle, but as the High Table was full of teachers, neither of them could do more than crack their knuckles and scowl. "Oh? Hit a nerve have I? I suppose that when you have people as brutish as those two the only thing they can do is act the part as the pair of overgrown monkeys that they are"
"You think I am afraid of a nobody like you? I'd take you on anytime on my own," said Malfoy. "Tonight, if you want. Wizard's duel. Wands only — no contact. What's the matter? Never heard of a wizard's duel before, I suppose?"
Emiya raised an eyebrow, this brat really had a mouth, he was so condescending and so sure in his superiority that it was damn familiar… and annoying.
"Of course he has," said Ron, wheeling around.
"I'm his second, who's yours?"
Ah, so now he was forced into a chikdren's fight uh? Seems his luck never changes.
Malfoy looked at Crabbe and Goyle, sizing them up.
"Crabbe," he said. "Midnight all right? We'll meet you in the trophy room; that's always unlocked."
When Malfoy had gone, Ron and Iris looked at each other.
"What is a wizard's duel?" said Iris. "And what do you mean, you're his second?"
"Well, a second's there to take over if you die," said Ron casually, getting started at last on his cold pie. Catching the look on Iris's face, he added quickly, "But people only die in proper duels, you know, with real wizards. The most Emiya and Malfoy will be able to do is send sparks at each other. Neither of you knows enough magic to do any real damage. I bet he expected you to refuse, anyway."
"Oh you sweet summer child, if only you knew" Emiya thought with a complex looking smirk on his face.
"Excuse me."
They both looked up. It was Hermione Granger.
"Can't a person eat in peace in this place?" said Ron.
Hermione had a LOT of misgiving on what just happened, she felt that Emiya had done soemthing foolish.
"I appreciate the verbal lashing, but I think the brat has a long overdue reality check, dont worry, I won't get in trouble and he will be in one piece… for the most part" Emiya said as he dipped his onigiri on soy sauce.
He took a bite, this one had salmon in it.
"That is not what I-!" Hermione said but took a look at Emiya and stopped, he had a rather serious and resolute face that just didnt fit to a child their age…
"If you two are going I wanna go too, no way I am gonna miss having that pompous jerk be put in his place" Iris said with no small hidden glee.
"Very well, but since we will be sneaking out of curfew I will ask you two to learn some signs so comunicate non verbally" Emiya said.
Ron and Iris looked at each other and then at Emiya.
Five minutes later
"Okay, so your hand up means stop, a fist means stand-by, a wave is to follow" Ron said as he learned something rather nifty.
His older brothers, the twins crashed on the little lesson, seeing something that could be used when working with others on pranks.
So they waited till 10 minutes to the agreed upon time as they got ready.
By the door was Hermione with a resolute face, she asked them not to go, however it felt on draft ears, so she decided to go with them.
As they walked out and the portrait closed they found Neville who felt asleep outside waiting for someone to open the door to get in, they wanted to open it, but the Fat Lady was fast asleep, Emiya gave Nevile a blanket as the kid was shivering. He looked at him with thanks.
As they walked trough the halls, Hermione noticed Emiya tracing the walls with his fingers, she saw a faint light and then it vanished.
Emiya had a lot of secrets, and she was a studious one, she went to the library to read up on what he and done that day.
It was possible to use wandless magic, however it took more power and concentration than a child could have, she doubted even the two girls from Ravenclaw and Slitherin, Rin and Luvia, could, even if they were bonafide geniuses.
Emiya was, to her knowledge, a muggleborn, so how come he was better at this than her, when she spend more time hitting the books than him.
Don't get her wrong, he had seen him reading the books and taking notes, but not to the same zeal as she did.
It was like he knew HOW TO but not the actual application process.
And so they went to the trophy room and waited.
After 20 minutes Emiya sighed "as I thought, the brat tried to set us up" he said in a low voice, yet due to the silence it was heard by everyone.
He waved his hand and everyone began to move about.
They that was not their own.
"Uh? This is… a barrier of sorts? Interesting…it forces a feeling of discomfort and dread to anyone not keyed into it" a familiar voice said as he analyzed the bounded field that Emiya had set up to delay anyone comming here, be had not expected a teacher, least of all Snape to be here.
It seems that Filtch couldn't pass and thus asked for Snape's help, as he was patrolling a nearby area.
"Oh the little monsters must be here, I can sense them, yes" he said with glee.
"I doubt it" Snape said as he looked at the magic.
It was done INTO the hall, forcing a strange and unknown type of magic to affect the mind of anyone not keyed in. As he examined further he noted some figures.
"I see… runes, and not the wizard types we teach here but a rather old type, it seems proto Germanic in origin, elder futhark perhaps?" Not really something that interested me.
Snape was intrigued, as far as wizards knew,
elder futhark was not a real magic language and was just some idiotic creation of muggle fantasy, there are no such things as gods, just powerful wizards and witches that muggles confussed them as such.
However, evidence in front of him served to slap into his face the reality of the situation.
He decided to investigate further, he tried to trace the magic to the origin, however it was useless, the spell is self contained as it was using the energy of its surroundings to power the mystery.
Emiya carefully threw a small pebble and made it bounce to a corner.
Snape turned around and narrowed his eyes, Snape and Filtch went to investigate the sound.
Emiya carefully guided the kids back to their dorm. Thankfully The Fat Lady was half awake and let them in without a problem.
"That… was… bloody close" Ron said as he finally let out a gasp and began to breath greedily as he had his breath held for a long time.
Hermione was smiling nervously "you could have gotten all in trouble or even worst EXPELLED" she said.
Iris just chuckled "oh relax a bit, you had to admit though, it was exciting wasnt it?" She said,
"I guess…" Hermione half conceded.
Emiya just looked serious, Malfloy wanted to make a fool of him… fine, let's see how he enjoys it when a counter guardian uses his abilities to prank someone, after all, he used his skills and abilities for others, so… what's the harm on using it this way for once? After all, he is a child now, so what's the point of having a new life if all he does is just deny himself of even such simple pleasures?
Somewhere in the Gryffindor common room, Fred and George felt a tingling feeling on their backs, not a bad one, like when their mother found out about their pranks, but something that felt that they HAD to be part of.
Meanwhile on Slytherin a certain Malfloy felt like someone had just desecrated his own tomb.
A cold shiver ran up and down his back.
He went to look for his godfather, perhaps he had something for whatever this was.
He went and knocked into Severus Snape's room.
"Come in" Snape said.
Draco Malfoy saw Snape reading a book, it had weird characters on it, then title was in a language he was not familiar with… it didn't look like something made for or by wizards, but that did not matter, he asked Snape if he had something for his malady he was feeling.
Snape used his wand to check him, but it all gave an all clear sign.
"Dont worry yourself Draco… you have nothing wrong, no curses, hexes or the like, just go to bed" Snape said.
Draco felt worried but figured it was fine, after all he is a Malfoy, and no one messes with them.
Snape continued to read the book he had.
It was a book in gaeilic, it was talking about runes and how they (supposesely) worked. Snape had understood the principles, but then… how did whoever did that barrier managed to do so? As far as anyone knows, these runes were just lies, could it be a technique done so ling and got lost, and someone had inherited said knowledge now here?
He needed to find out.
Chapter end