Hermione sat in the library, having turned back enough time to stay for at least an hour. She peered through the books, eventually ending up in the forbidden section. She refused to enter, but something caused her to look back. It wasn't locked in chains or hidden from view. Its shining green exterior lured Hermione over. She looked around, and when she did not see a teacher, she grabbed it. It was a heavy book and rather musty. It had been laying on the very outermost edge by the eerie section and she doubted whether it was deadly at all. It hadn't bitten off her head yet, nor had it cursed her. She sat down on a table and flitted through its pages. Each was crust and heavy to her fingertips.
What was odd was that it lacked a title. The front cover was green and embedded with gold. Either the title had fallen off or there was none to begin with. The pages had small and curvy text. Very delicate were the words that Hermione held the nonsensical belief that if she breathed too hard the words would flutter off the very page. It was a history book, she came to realize, it talked about ancient Celtics and even more ancient cultures.
She stopped when she read the word "Arthur". Indeed, the man was old, but not possibly that old. It had a small star * on the tip of the 'r' and the bottom of the page lead her to the index. There, she was lead to another portion of the book, somewhere in the end and read;
"Arthur Kirkland is the name bestowed upon England after he tackled the Armada. The queen and king placed this name, an old one, onto him in fear that a mortal would ask him his name. Arthur Kirkland (10BC -), also known as England or the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland…"
Hermione stared in sheer shock; the picture at the bottom (hand-drawn) depicted the very Arthur she knew. There was no possible way this was a mere coincidence. She searched around the book again, going back to her innovative plan. Her time was running short when she found it.
"Moonlit Spell – alternately the Moon Song or Lion's Roar…
"A spell older than even 'lumonos' was first uttered during a crescent moon during 14 BC and had been taught rarely afterwards. The last time it had been taught was in 9BC, as a gift from Robin, Daughter of Alice—who had been taught by her mother (Alice)—to her younger brother. The spell has only been said three times since its birth. When near, it sounds like the singing of a highly talented choir, but at a distance it sounds like a lion's roar. Embedded are the words. It has been advised young wizards and witches to not trouble themselves with it, as it is highly powerful and resulted in two deaths in the past few hundred years. Below are other ancient spells…"
Hermione had taken great interest now, and was looking through the spells. If she knew one of the more advanced ones, oh how easy classes will seem! "Now let's see… Death Curse, heavens no! Dancing curse, no. Reviving the dead… Oh?"
Now curious, Hermione read through it and found that it required a sacrifice.
"Phoenix Call… That seems simple enough…" she grabbed the book and headed to Potions class. When Harry was ignored by England, she couldn't help but notice a pitying look in Arthur's eyes.
That night, in the tower, she read through the instructions.
"The easiest of the Three Calling Spells, this summons the Phoenix (see Unicorn's Call for a unicorn and [these words had been smudged out, along with the corresponding spell] have your head held high and imagine the most beautiful sight you had ever seen and say the following words…
'Przychodzą do mnie, po wielkim pożarze pana! Z dziobów tak szybkiego i ogona tak śmiałego. I szukania schronienia w pierś .'
Hermione found the words difficult to read, let alone pronounce, and left the spell for now.
