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"Greengrass. Daphne Greengrass."
"Miss Greengrass, what would happen if say some country broke the Ley lines in any country?"
Daphne looked horrified. "Who would do such a thing?"
"Answer the question."
"Magic would cease to exist in those areas. Well. Passive magic would at least, But..."
"And ten more points to the snake pit! Now who can tell me what is the difference between active and passive magic? To the lions! She said with glee. Or maniacal smile. Depending on how you look at it.
"Active magic is something that you need to focus on, where passive magic is something that you don’t."
"Brown. Lavender Brown."
"And five points to the lions. She received five points because she left something out. Anyone want to take a guess?
Luna raised her hand.
"And to the eagles now!"
"Most squibs have passive magic. They can brew potions. They can see magical creatures. They can see magical buildings. There are masters of Ancient Ruins who are Squibs. Many Astronomers and Arithmancers throughout the magical world have been squibs. Passive magic is sustained by ley lines. The charms on the castle ar...
Carmen was one of them. She had seen the blonde girl with no friends seemingly off in a world of her own. She had begun to suspect she had some seer blood in her, but it wasn’t her business. "Take twenty points to Ravenclaw for an excellent explanation. Miss..."
The little blonde girl stood. "Luna Lovegood ma’am." Then she sat back down after a small bow.
Filius looked like his face would split in half from the smile that he gave.
The students were quiet. Listening intently.
"There is a binding magical agreement between all magical communities all over the world to not mess with the Ley lines of another country. Unless there is a clear threat of exposure of magic to non magicals. Then that agreement also requires the rest of the world to intervene. You people have done a dis service to the...
"That Professor, and I use that title loosely, is what I know. The basics of tradition has been lost over time for some reason. Hogwarts was once the pearl of Europe. You traditionally celebrated Samhain, and other celebrations of our magic. That is tradition. The tradition of having the brightest minds in Europe get a...
"Why do you think there are so many empty class rooms?"
Neville raised his hand.
Neville pinked but answered. "At Longbottom Hall there is a portrait of my great great...many great times over grandfather. He said that there were a lot more classes offered. Arithmancy and Runes were not electives, but mandatory. They used to have mandatory dueling classes. He said they had more professors as well. T...
All of the students looked on in shock. More teachers? Not having to feel rushed through classes?
"Take ten points for the lion’s den." Carmen turned back to Umbridge. "That is what I know about tradition. Your useless Minister should be lucky he’s not being brought up on charges with the ICW."
"How dare you threaten the Minister of Magic!"
"The actual title is Minister for Magic you knuckle dragging cave troll, and I didn’t threaten anyone." Carmen summoned her papers and banished them to her room...after making sure they were finished of course. Otherwise, Caille would have her ass.
She turned back to the students. "Your assignment is to give me two pages on Ley lines, and why they are important. Due in one week. And the house with the best essays get an epic party!"
"Oh Harrrrrrryyyy and creepy demon twinnnnns." Carmen sing songed. "I wanna try the tree out at night! You totally have to come with!" With that she grabbed Harry’s hand and ran out of the door. Fred and George were right behind them.
"If I had to make a guess, I would say that she reminds me of a slightly saner version of Bellatrix Black LeStrange." Filius noted.
"What does she mean by try out the tree?" Minerva asked.
"My sister sees the Whomping Willow as a training tool...that or a large magical jungle gym. Don’t ask. I don’t feel like explaining nomaj at the moment."
The feast was dismissed and the students went to their common rooms.
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It was the middle of November, and Carmen was actually contemplating staying a bit longer. The castle was trying to tell her something, but she was having trouble getting the correct information through to her head. She needed to move on. She had many places to go. She was currently in the Astronomy tower smoking a cig...
"You’re lurking again dungeon dweller." She never took her eye from the night sky.
"You’re very good at detection Miss LaVaunt."
She snorted. "Like you, I have spied before. It’s a gift. Want a puff?" She held out the cigar she had previously perched on her knee with her hand.
"No. But I will take a sip of that brandy. If you don’t mind of course."
Carmen conjured another glass and poured him half a glass.
"Miss LaVaunt..."
"Carmen." She inhaled on her cigar. "You’ve made friends with my brother. The least I could do was to tell you to call me by my... given name." She blew out the smoke.
Snape gave a small bow. "Severus." She returned the gesture. "I genuinely do not care that you do not like me. But I find myself in the uncomfortable position of caring about what your brother thinks about me.
Carmen raised a brow while she deadpanned. "You wanna fuck him?"
"Absolutely not! Though I have no problem with homosexual relationships, I prefer women."
"Wanna fuck me?" She smirked as she let out a puff. "I hear black women do it better."
"Why on earth would I want to be intimate with someone who has threatened to kill me?"
"Are you sure it’s not because I’m a black woman? And don’t knock hate fucking. It can be fun."
Severus noticed the twinkle of amusement in her eye, as she took another puff of her cigar. "You are having a laugh at my expense." Severus shook his head slightly. "Madame your race is of no concern, your attitude is what disturbs me."
Carmen burst out laughing. "You should’ve seen your face!"
"I see now why your brother repeatedly slaps himself in the face when you are speaking."
She sobered her humour slowly. "I know more about you than you think Professor Severus. I know about that ugly ass tattoo on your forearm. You have a file at the ICW, and the only reason why you are not in jail is because of the Headmaster. Besides all of that your mind is an open book."
"I am a Master Occlumens. I would know if you breached my mind."
"Honey you’re good, but I’m better. Don’t worry though. Your secret addiction to gingerbread cake with jasmine tea is safe with me." She winked.
Severus paled, and took a sip of brandy.
Carmen took a deep inhale. "There it is again."
Severus looked up from his glass. "What?"
"Someone’s hurt. The castle has been trying to tell me something, but I only get bits and pieces."
"The castle? Are you...unwell?
Carmen rolled her eyes. "I’m not bonkers if that’s what you’re asking. It is well known that Lady Hogwarts is sentient. Ask the Goblin Nation. Anyway, she’s been trying to tell me something but I’m not getting the full picture." Carmen finished the glass she had been nursing and put out her cigar. Carmen liked her liqu...
"Severus. I know that you regret many things, but Harry is my little brother. If needed, I will kill you to protect him. Don’t challenge me on this, because I’ve killed before without regret. If that means I have to take your life to save him from you I will." And she was gone in a flash.
Severus finished the rest of his brandy, banished his glass and headed back to the dungeons with the bottle. For some reason that he couldn’t explain, he believed her.
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At the Black family home there was another meeting of the minds going on but this one was less entertaining. Andromeda, Sirius, Bill Weasley, and Remus were all sitting in the Lord’s study. Sirius began the meeting.
"You are all here under oath, and you have the skills to protect your mind. I am going to show you memories and we will discuss them after."
Sirius poured in the memories of Harry losing the Horcrux. The memory of Ron, Harry, and Ginny in the Chamber of Secrets debacle. The memory of the Third Task. When everything was done, Bill stood and put his fist through a window.
"That son of a bitch! My sister. My baby sister possessed by Voldemort! Why didn’t they tell me?!"
Bill sat down sobbing as Andromeda healed his hand. "That is in the past, and as to why they didn’t tell you well that is something to ask your parents after this is over."
"I’ve brought you all here for this reason alone. Harry had a Horcrux in him, and it’s obvious that the diary is one...was one. If my Slytherin teachings told me anything, it was to always have a stand by plan for your back up plan. Also, when I seized Bella’s vault, a Horcrux was found in it as well. It was the cup of...
Everyone except Sirius gasped.
"I had to make some major concessions, but I was still able to get the funding for the DMLE."
"He would have wanted more. He needed the security of multiple exits if you will." Moony mused.
"Master?" Kreacher tugged on his robes.
"Yes Kreacher what is it?"
"Kreacher be thinking he could help Master. Master should watch why Master Regulus died."
Sirius gulped, but he stood to go back to the pensieve in the middle of the table. "Alright Kreacher. Show me."
Kreacher pulled the memory from his head. "Please don’t make Kreacher watch." He popped away.
What followed was a tale of pure horror for those of the Black family. Sirius broke down at the sight of his little brother being taken down by the inferi. His brother had tried to help and it cost him his life.
After a while Andromeda and Sirius had collected themselves and turned to each other. The look of pure House of Black revenge shared between them. Someone was going to pay, and it would be painful.
"Always Black." Sirius said.
"Always Family." Andromeda said.
"Always First." They said together.
"Where do we start?" Bill asked with steel in his voice. He may be a Weasley, but no one hurt his family with impunity.
"Kreacher!" Andromeda called.
"Mistress calls for Kreacher." The elf popped in.
"What happened to the locket?"
"Kreacher failed his Master. I was to destroy it. But Kreacher couldn’t!" The elf wailed.
"Bring it to me." Sirius said in a dead voice. Kreacher popped out, then popped back in with the locket and placed it on the table. "You have done the House of Black proud loyal elf. Go and rest. You deserve it." Kreacher popped away to parts unknown. Sirius went to grab the locket, but his hand was slapped away by thr...
"No one touch it!" Bill Weasley had pulled his wand and was casting intricate spells on the damned thing.
"You might have broken my hand." Sirius whined.
"You’ll live." Moony and Andromeda deadpanned.
"However, if you had tried to touch this you may not have. We need the goblins. This...this is." Bill was at a loss for words.
"Do it." Andromeda commanded.
Fourty five minutes later, three goblins who had been admitted by Sirius came into the sitting room.
Andromeda stood, bowed her head and gave a customary greeting. "As elder to the House of Black I bid you welcome."
"As Lord of House of Black I bid you welcome."
The lead goblin gave a respective bow of his head. "As Chief Curse breaker Kilrok I accept your welcome. Curse breaker Weasley. Why are we here?"
And that’s what Bill loved about goblins. To the point. "A level nine artifact has been discovered."
The goblins pulled their swords.
"Not by us! By a house elf." Bill said quickly.
"Explain." Kilrok said simply.
Bill explained the entire ordeal with Harry, and the diary at school. Though he left out the whole Basilisk thing. That was Harry’s profit to make. How Regulus attempted to have one of the containers destroyed. After the explanation was finished, only then did the goblins lower their swords.