Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If i did Harry would have been with Hermione.
A/N: Apologies for the long delay, but please bare in mind that i am once again working from a blank slate.
Unknown Location
Magic appeared in the middle of clearing in the forest. She had already delivered the book, and now she needed to put the second part of her plan into action. Merlin's spell book was unique in that it was written in the ancient tongue of Avalon. Anyone who would look at it now would just see different symbols written together. However there was one race that still existed, that spoke the ancient tongue of Avalon and that were the Sidhe. However the Sidhe were hunted down by witches and wizards who became jealous of the race of magical beings, and to protect themselves had gone into hiding. Magic knew they kept themselves hidden from the mortal world using special wards and enchantments. However, due to Magic being who she was, she could bypass these protection wards very easily. She walked further into the woods until she finally came to spot that had the sense of forbidding around it. She turned to see a figure walk out of the trees, the figure stood a bit over six feet, had long silver hair and pointed ears. The figure bowed to Magic.
"Lady Magic, what brings you to our humble home?" the ancient Sidhe spoke softly with aged wisdom.
Magic bowed in return. "I need your assistance Elder Amakiir. I have finally chosen someone worthy of using Merlin's spell book, however he will need someone to help him understand it and translate it. Your race is the only one still alive who used the tongue of Avalon."
The figure placed his hand to his chin in deep thought. Voicing his concern he asked, "Is this person worthy of such knowledge, Lady Magic? There are some very powerful spells in the book; some could do more harm than good."
Magic grinned. "Yes, I know. That is why my chosen needs someone to guide him in using it. The boy in question has a difficult task in front of him, and will need all the help he can get. A position of History of Magic has opened at the school he attends." The last bit she thought would add a bit of incentive to have the Sidhe come out to the mortal world once more.
The figure again was in deep thought. He then turned to Magic. "I am guessing you wish for me or one of my people to take up the position so that we can teach the chosen everything he needs to know."
Magic again smiled. "Yes, as a professor for his school, you will be able to interact with the boy, and prepare him for what is to come. I request that you do this for me Elder Amakiir."
Hogwarts
Harry was in the library with Hermione and the girls. They were looking at books on law and wondered if they could find anything that would help them deal with Lockhart's contract. The idiot was doing more harm than good. Several second years had ended up in the hospital wing yesterday and Harry had decided that enough was enough. Unknown to Harry someone else was in the library, however this person couldn't be seen and was placing something in a book that she knew the boy would pick up next. In was a scrap of paper that had been designed to look really old, giving the boy knowledge of the room where Merlin's spell book had been hidden. Magic knew she wasn't allowed to interact directly with the mortals but indirectly was fair game to her. Magic then giggled as she vanished back to her domain.
Harry slammed the book down on the table. So far there was no way to dismiss Lockhart, thanks to Dumbledore's little blood contract; the only way was death, and Harry wasn't against the idea either. If Lockhart was going to die then it had to be by his own hands or his own ignorrance. Harry stood from the table then retrieved another book from the shelf. He opened it up and noticed a small piece of paper flutter down towards the floor. Harry read what was on it. The paper was all brown and he could see clearly it was rather old.
To find the room of hidden things, only two steps need to be followed.
the seventh floor corridor with the huge tapestry hanging in it.
from the tapestry to the wall and pace back and forth three times thinking about a room of hidden things. On the third pass a door will appear and lead you into a room with untold riches.
I discovered this room when I was at Hogwarts and have hidden several Founders artifacts there I had come across. Now it is your turn to find what I have hidden.
Harry looked at the piece of paper, then noticed the girls had also stopped and were now looking at him. Harry showed them what was written on the paper and they all agreed to investigate, after they had finished looking through all the rest of the books.
Divine Dimension
Magic giggled as she looked into her viewing globe. The boy had found her note just like she had planned, and it wouldn't be long before the boy would find Merlin's spell book. Magic failed to notice Destiny was behind her. Magic's eyes widened when Destiny spoke.
"So, Magic, when were you going to tell the rest of us that you had decided to give Merlin's spell book to the boy?"
Magic stood from her chair and walked over towards her bed; pretending she hadn't heard Destiny. She then turned to the older girl. With an tone of innonce she stated, "I have no idea what you are talking about Destiny."
Destiny put her hands on hips and pointed to the viewing globe. Destiny spoke dryly, "Really, so can you explain to me one of the Sidhe are now walking to the castle. One of the only races left in existence that can translate the book for the boy."
Magic turned and walked towards the viewing globe. Indeed Amkaiir was making his way through the school gates. Magic growled under her breath, "Shit."
Hogwarts Headmistress' Office
Minerva was going over the potential replacements for Binns. They would keep the ghost around simply because there was no way to get rid of him. As she was looking over a complaint of yet another one of Lockhart's unfortunate casualties, she ran a hand through her slightly graying hair. Sighing is exasperation she spoke aloud, "Honestly Albus, what possessed you to employ this waste of space. Not only is he not teaching students but his contract is swallowing up a quarter of the staff budget."
The sound of someone walking up the stairs drew her attention. The man that was walking towards her desk was being led by a house elf that seemed in awe of the man. Minerva could tell there was something different about the man. He seemed almost ageless, and the level of power the man was radiating was frightening. The man's hair seemed to shift between light brown and pitch black as he walked. His sapphire eyes seemed to draw her into his very being.
"Tilly here tells me that you are the woman I need to speak to about the History of Magic position." His voice sent a chill down her spine. It wasn't as if he gave off this bad vibe, but there is no way a man should have a voice Lockhart would kill for.
"Yes I am and you are?" Minerva asked rummaging through her desk for a piece of parchment.
"Jacob Amakiir, Professor…?"
"McGonagall, Mr. Amakiir. If I may ask what are you credentials for teaching this course?"
"Well, I knew all four of the schools Founders madam. Not to mention I am one of the ruling members of the Sidhe, or high elves, council." The man tilted his head to display the firm elongated pointy ears of a high elf. "That and living for nearly ten thousand years gives me an advantage others don't have when it comes to knowing the history of magic; both human and nonhuman."
"You shouldn't be here Mr. Amakiir." Minerva slid him the parchment regardless of this fact.
"That is your Ministry talking Professor McGonagall, and not common sense. We went into hiding because your Ministry become jealous of our knowledge and accomplishments" He gestured to Tilly. "A few of our kind remained behind, and look what your world has done to them."
Minerva knew exactly what the man was talking about. His race had been hunted to the point of extinction and been tortured by witches and wizards to find out just what it was that they knew, and how they could gain their power. Minerva closed her eyes. Thank goodness those days were over, but it still begs the question: what had made them come out of hiding now?
"Why don't you take a look at the classroom and see what you can do with it. Tilly will show you were it is." Minerva motioned towards the house-elf.
"Thank you professor," Jacob bowed and followed the house-elf out of the office.
Divine Dimension
Destiny crossed her arms against her chest and narrowed her eyes looking at Magic. She noticed that Magic was looking rather subdued. "I'm busted, aren't I?" Magic looked up with a sheepish look on her face.
Destiny uncrossed her arms. "Why did you do it Magic? We were all warned to stay out of the boy's life. Only if his life was in danger were we allowed to interfere. I mean for goodness sake, Magic, he is already a multi-animagus, not only that but Death's own apprentice, and now you are giving him access to the most powerful spell book in history. Don't you think that is a little out weighing the balance. I dread to think what Fate will do when she finds out. Not to mention Death." Destiny gave an exasperated look to the young girl.
Destiny turned her back on the preteen girl; everything had to be a game to her, why couldn't she see this could do more harm than good. Destiny turned back to Magic. "Look for now we keep this between ourselves. However if things to go pear shaped then I will have no choice then to tell the Creator. Is that clear? Now I am forbidding you to go back down to the mortal world. The boy has enough help. It's time he was left to his own choices."
Seventh Floor Corridor.
Harry and the girls had been so intrigued by their find in the library that they had dropped everything they were doing to investigate. They were now standing in the corridor on the seventh floor; directly behind them was the tapetry that had been described in the note Harry had found. The girls stood quietly while Harry paced back and forth in front of the wall thinking about a room of hidden things. On the third pass, just like the note had said, a huge oak door appeared. Harry pushed the door open and they all stepped into the hidden room.
Harry just stood there amazed at what was in front of him. Piles and piles of stuff, stacked to the ceiling. The whole room was jammed back with all sorts. Harry wasn't sure how big the room was, but he couldn't see the end of it form where he was standing. The four students carefully made their way through the room, paying extra attention not to touch anything. The last thing they wanted was to be trapped under a huge pile of junk with no way out. They walked past several bookcases, when one seemed to draw Harry's attention. He found himself being pulled to a book on the top shelf. Harry looked around for something to stand on, when a small ladder appeared right by the bookcase. Harry climbed the ladder while the girls were looking through some of the books that had interested them. Harry reached out and grabbed the huge leather bound book before climbing down the ladder with it under his arm. He examined the cover and found that it was completely blank. Curious at what the book was, Harry took a quick look inside. Every page was filled with strange symbols. Harry always liked a challenge and shrunk the book before putting it in his pocket.
Hermione spoke to harry in awe of the discovery, "Harry, we have to tell Professor McGonagall about this room. Think of the history that could be in here."
Harry pondered Hermione suggestion; true there could a lot of history within this room, but then again this was one of Hogwarts' secrets and should, in theory, stay a secret. Voicing his thought he advised Hermione, "Hermione, I don't think that is a good idea. For now let's keep this to ourselves." Harry was about to say more when he fell to the floor screaming. His scar was on fire, but he had no clue why. He noticed Daphne had stopped what she was doing and was now kneeling beside him. "Harry, what's wrong? It's your scar again isn't it?"
Harry looked up into his betrothed's face and then just nodded. Harry was wondering what could have caused his scar to hurt like this. The last time was when he had been in direct contact with Quirrell. However, this time it was a lot worse. Harry crawled to the exit of the room, with the girls nervously trying to help him out of the room. Once they were through the door and it had vanished Harry found that his scar had stopped hurting.
Later that Night in Ravenclaw Tower
Harry laid in bed thinking about what had happened today. The book that he had retrieved from the room sat on his bedside table. Harry still had no clue what the book was, or who wrote it. However, something else was playing on his mind. His scar had flared up right in the middle of the room yet when they had left it had stopped. Harry wondered if there was something in the room that connected with his scar. It was the only logical explanation for what had happened. Harry looked to the foot of his bed where Rex was coiled fast asleep. Harry had noticed that he was getting bigger and worried that his glare might soon become a problem. For now though Harry decided to dismiss the problem. He slowly closed his eye and fell to sleep.
Divine Dimension
Death looked through his viewing globe. The boy was coming on nicely. He was already on the trail of one of Tom's horcruxes; even if the boy didn't know yet. Death then turned his attention to the bedside table where Merlin's spell book was laid. The book worried him, as this was not part of his plan. He was about to clear the globe when Fate walked in on him.
"What the hell is he doing with that!" Fate demanded angrily.
Death sighed. "I have no idea Fate. This was not part of my plan and by your reaction I can see that this wasn't your doing either. Which leaves only one option; someone else had decided to join our little game."
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Please review
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