We did - Alice Longbottom was one of the Aurors that arrived to fight off the Death Eaters when they came to the Dursleys to kidnap us.
We could've also potentially stayed with the Longbottoms after our relatives died.
Harry Potter and the Scabbard of Excalibur [AU]
We did - Alice Longbottom was one of the Aurors that arrived to fight off the Death Eaters when they came to the Dursleys to kidnap us.
We could've also potentially stayed with the Longbottoms after our relatives died.
[X] Return to London - An opportunity to practice the darkest of magics, the evilest of plots, and the most cunning of makeovers. Also Kreacher's here.
[X] Unshackle Ornias - Allow him to return to wherever he usually is for Christmas.
Firstly, the practice of the dark arts is never superfluous, and secondly, it's a pity for Kreacher, who is all alone at home.
In addition, this is a great chance to try to get rid of the debuff to vision, we will not have a suitable opportunity for a long time.
[X] Unshackle Ornias - Allow him to return to wherever he usually is for Christmas.
Firstly, the practice of the dark arts is never superfluous, and secondly, it's a pity for Kreacher, who is all alone at home.
In addition, this is a great chance to try to get rid of the debuff to vision, we will not have a suitable opportunity for a long time.
OctarineShrike
Avatar of Mandos
Have we figured out what the boon to our poor eyesight is yet? Protection from certain memetic hazards perhaps?
Poor eyesight prevents Harry from seeing Neville's cunning and malice, thereby preserving his faith in friendship.
[X] Stay at Hogwarts
[X] Don't Unshackle
[X] Don't Unshackle
- Location
- Russia
[X] Return to London - An opportunity to practice the darkest of magics, the evilest of plots, and the most cunning of makeovers. Also Kreacher's here.
[X] Unshackle Ornias - Allow him to return to wherever he usually is for Christmas.
[X] Unshackle Ornias - Allow him to return to wherever he usually is for Christmas.
TaliesinSkye
Occasional Editor
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What makes you think there's a boon? I didn't see anything to suggest that in the description. Did Birdsie mention something?
I wonder if we could enchant our glasses, or make magic contact lenses. That would be kind of cool.
On a practical utilitarian level, maybe something with runes to make them very durable and maybe we could do something with astrology fate manipulation to make sure Harry doesn't lose them, or that they always find their way back to Harry when he needs them.
For a more enhancement focused sort of thing, maybe we could improve them to give Harry better than normal human eyesight, or the ability to see in the dark or through illusions. All of those could be useful.
"Every Curse also carries its own, unique Additional Boon, independent of the Blessings above. None of the curses, except the Apocryphal Curse, will actually reveal the effects of their Additional Boons to you, however."
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TaliesinSkye
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Ah, thanks.
Hey guys, I was wondering, what was all that stuff about this Diary of Discord that was being voted on? I can't find any options related to that
OctarineShrike
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Birdsie had the Christmas gifts we give others be write-ins. A set of linked diaries like magic discord chat picked up enough steam to win.
Excerpt from discord.
Birdsie If it's not a secret, what other abilities do dark stars have besides stealing gnosis, raising zombies and conceptual curses?
Birdsie
Dark Astrology might allow you to become the suzerain of a terrestrial location (a specific river or valley) that grants immense control over it and gives it magical properties, in return for corrupting the land in some ways.
It can let you affect broad and abstract targets with your spells (slowly chip away at the global concept of justice with successive rituals that cast the Cruciatus on it; making justice crueler and more unusual in the world, more 'painful,' and adverse.)
etc
It's all about high abstrata
Birdsie If it's not a secret, what other abilities do dark stars have besides stealing gnosis, raising zombies and conceptual curses?
Birdsie
Dark Astrology might allow you to become the suzerain of a terrestrial location (a specific river or valley) that grants immense control over it and gives it magical properties, in return for corrupting the land in some ways.
It can let you affect broad and abstract targets with your spells (slowly chip away at the global concept of justice with successive rituals that cast the Cruciatus on it; making justice crueler and more unusual in the world, more 'painful,' and adverse.)
etc
It's all about high abstrata
TaliesinSkye
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Does it have to have evil results? I'd be more interested in stuff that could be used for good.
- Location
- Louisiana
I mean it's all sacrificial dark magic. It's broad spectrum rituals that are banned from use, often for a reason. None of them are gonna have clear good uses, although you can argue for a "greater good" standpoint.
TaliesinSkye
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There are other reasons to ban things than evil outcomes, like the brain potion that's banned because it's hard to get right and deadly if it's gotten wrong.
And I could see plenty of stuff being banned just because messing with peoples' fates is potentially all kinds of problematic and might be hard to detect or do anything about. The Ministry might also ban things because they're a threat to the Ministry.
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- California
Often, but not always. I expect we could, for instance, use Dark Stars to, at very high levels, place a curse on the Ministry.
So I remembered that Birdsie said one time that Harry thinks that becoming a great wizard will net him lots of friends, so naturally it gave me... ideas.
I'm not sure if he would actually approve the thing that he has inspired but whatever, it's still his fault
Not sure what moved me to write so much, but that's probably his fault as well.
Word count: 2,200
Hermione Granger was a special girl twice over.
First, for being a witch, something which made her a statistical anomaly when measured against the general mass of people on the planet.
Secondly, she was incredibly intelligent and capable in ways that few are, finding success in nearly all intellectual pursuits that she has ever bothered to put any effort in.
Hermione Granger was special. Hermione Granger also did not care for it sometimes.
Forming meaningful connections was hard.
The adults saw her as a child and refused to take her seriously, maintaining a clear boundary between them at all times.
The other children saw her as weird, and in their cruelty leveraged it into aggressive bullying. She would often cry herself to sleep at night.
The magical accidents were inconvenient and at times unfortunate. Even once she gained a measure of control over her innate abilities it did not put her mind at ease; the British suburban middle class was fairly religious, not to mention prone to gossip, and the last thing that she needed was for someone to see her levitating apples in the backyard or making flowers bloom like some sort of a Disney princess and accuse her of unholy witchcraft or satanism.
After she received her school letter a lot of things fell in place for her.
Somewhere to belong, to be surrounded by like-minded individuals who could empathize with her gifts, who would accept Hermione for all of her specialness.
And they did. And they had.
Her little accidents became potent, controlled, concentrated extensions of her will, and she was praised for her power and talent and not just by her teachers but by the rest of the student body as well.
Her new housemates shared her interests and drive for learning in a way that her childhood classmates never had, and through Hogwarts she has been able to forge honest friendships for the first time in her life.
Daphne, Ron, Neville, Harry. Not many people, but enough for her to be content.
The small moments that they had shared together, studying at the library, hanging out, or even just having meaningless conversations over the silliest of things, were what Hermione was most dearly missing in her life without knowing.
For the first time in a long time, her days were passing by in a quiet sort of happiness, leaving her excited for what each new day may bring. Life was good.
Hermione Granger was a special girl, and so she had continued to stand at the top of her class, but this time she had people who would stand alongside her.
For that, she was thankful.
***
Hermione's new friends were very special people (and not just to her)
Neville was a charming, charismatic boy, with deep connections to this new world that she has found herself in.
He had this sort of casual ability to take over a situation by just being there, his talents for leadership were something that she was truly envious of. He often seemed all-knowing, capable and reliable. She wished that others would look at her the way they look at him.
Ron, when bothering to apply himself, had good memory and visualization abilities, he was also incredibly perceptive and insightful, with a good mind for strategy.
No matter how much she tried, she could never quite get the best of him in chess.
Harry possessed a kind of inner drive and dedication that made her feel like a slacker in comparison.
He also seemed to have a sort of quiet, focused power to him, so much so that she could almost feel the weight of his gaze when he looked her way, seeing right through her very core.
Daphne was just the sweetest, kindest, cutest girl.
She seemed so earnest and forthright in everything that she did, so awkward but in the most endearing way.
Hermione herself was never accused of being overly affectionate, but sometimes she wished that she could just squeeze her little Slytherin friend until she popped.
Indeed, all of Hermione's friends possessed great qualities that she admired and wanted to imitate herself.
In her darker days, she read in a book that each person was the average of the five people closest to them, and although she was unable to locate any empirical data on the matter she remained hopeful that some of her friends' best qualities would rub off on her as well.
Come to think of it, she only had four such close people in her life at the moment, meaning that she had one slot open.
Who should she try to befriend, then? Maybe one of the other Ravenclaws? Someone older and more mature?
Ooh! Maybe one of the professors would-...
"Confundo"
***
Hermione was no longer at the top of her class.
It wasn't anything in particular that led to such a development, but rather it was a combination of many small things.
Her spells were slightly less potent, her answers in class and written assignments slightly too lacking in detail, her schedule slightly tighter and less manageable.
Be it as it may, when students who would normally request her help with Transfiguration coursework started approaching Harry instead, she knew that she needed to review these recent changes.
Was she overworking herself? Between her schooling and her newly found social life, things have been rather hectic.
Yet it seemed somehow that everyone was doing more than her, so why shouldn't they be succeeding where she wasn't?
Was it perhaps just her own arrogance catching up to her? Did she feel entitled to academic achievements? Conditioned to them by society?
Maybe this wasn't much of a hurdle to bring her low, but rather an opportunity to rise above? Yes, this must've been it.
She should get more sleep, maybe have herself checked for dietary deficiencies, replan her schedule and let things get back on the right track.
Everything is fine
Everything was fine.
***
A fall, shattering glass and a pained cry reached Hermione's ears, something about that call of anguish, in particular, made her run towards it.
When she reached her destination, a gasp of disbelief wretched itself out of her throat.
There, laying at the end of a staircase, was Harry.
He was covered in cuts and bruises and surrounded by shards of broken glass from a nearby window, writhing on the floor in pain, clutching one hand with the other, shaking.
Then he noticed her.
"Hermione?!" Harry shouted in surprise, Fear in his eyes. It made her stomach gnaw in discomfort.
"I'm here, Harry" she answered, voice as steady and soothing as she could manage, carefully approaching the downed boy.
Sounds of running came from all directions, and soon enough the two of them were surrounded by many more other students.
"What happened here?" asked a Hufflepuff prefect, cutting through the bulk of the students.
Some part of Hermione's distant consciousness was scoffing: How did that silly boy expect Harry to answer him when her friend was clearly in so much pain? It must have occurred to the prefect as well, because two swings of their wand later and Harry's cries of pain were reduced significantly.
"I-I was just walking here and suddenly I felt... someone pushing me down the stairs!" Harry sobbed, likely from the shock more so than any lingering pain "It all happened so quickly! they hit me with a Knockback Jinx and I flew into the window!"
"The fall probably did in your arm as well" the prefect muttered "Did you see who it was, Potter?"
"I... No, not really. I don't want to accuse people without evidence..." Harry seemed hesitant to answer.
"Surely there must be something" a voice ringed from the crowd, causing another wave of mutterings.
"Well... It was someone short, but they did appear relatively wide. Maybe it-... was hair? The incantation sounded girly, but it could've been a boy? I'm really sorry, I don't know..."
"Must've been a kid then - if someone older wanted to hurt you they wouldn't need to ambush you here of all places" the prefect sighed "I'll report this to the Head Students. Rest assured, this will be investigated. For now though, let's get you to the Hospital Wing, Potter, they'll sort you out there"
Hermione took this as her cue, dislodging herself from the crowd "May I go with you two?"
The prefect briefly considered her, though at Harry's insistence he relented surprisingly quickly.
"Might as well, Little lady." he said, levitating Harry "Come along then"
***
The Hospital Wing, although pleasant and inviting, was not a place that Hermione enjoyed visiting.
Still, with Poppy Pomfery's expertise, neither she nor Harry would be staying there for much longer - the healer took one good look at Harry, and after a few short waves of her wand has pretty much fully healed him, only prescribing him half an hour of rest before he is allowed to continue his day.
"I thought Hogwarts was supposed to be a safe place!" Hermione ranted, upset "To think that someone, maybe even one of our classmates, would attack you out in broad daylight like that!" the thought was a harrowing one.
Harry could only offer an awkward smile "It'll be fine, Hermione. No one can get away with an attack like this, especially not someone our age. Whoever it was, they'll be caught soon and everything will turn out okay."
Hermione must not have looked very convinced, because Harry's smile grew a tad more fond "C'mere, you." he said, opening his arms.
He must've thought that she needed a hug, and maybe he was right too, since her immediate reaction was to charge head-first into his chest, wrapping her hand around her torso.
Harry closed his arms around her back and placed his cheek at the top of her head, soothing.
For a few moments the two of them just hugged, and Hermione found herself quickly relaxing and leaning into the embrace.
Maybe he was right, she thought, maybe everything will turn out fine-...
A vice-like grip closed on one of her biceps, choking out the muscle, while another hand grabbed her hair, sending flaring pain down her scalp.
Hermione groaned as the force pulled at her hair, causing her to look upwards, at Harry.
The sight knocked the wind out of her lungs.
His face was twisted into a bestial snarl. Hermione has never seen such an inhuman expression, it was enough to cause her body to go limp.
His eyes, normally a friendly emerald-green, suddenly bordered on black, contorted with impossible fury yet somehow appearing soulless, distant, at the same time.
It was as though he was looking through her rather than at her
"H-Harry...?" She muttered out, too astonished to even move.
The only answer she got was a painful yank at her hair, pulling their faces closer.
"Now listen here you little bitch," Harry(?) spoke, his voice was very much his own, yet somehow devoid of anything resembling its normal warmth. In his hatred-filled eyes she saw something dark, followed by a sensation of prickling needles at the very back of her consciousness, granting her insight that was not her own.
She was an obstacle. Never a friend.
Being better a witch than he was a wizard, she had everyone's acknowledgment, love, and friendship.
Rival.
He could not overcome her. For each loss, this fact twisted deeper and deeper into his core.
Then opponent.
Even when standing upon the shoulders of a giant, she was taller yet.
Then enemy.
Hemione was walking in a corridor, only for Harry to hit her from the back with a Confundus Charm.
Hermione's grades were slipping, and Harry, now surrounded by students begging for his help, could barely contain his savage glee.
Seeing her from afar, with a face utterly devoid of emotion, Harry turns around and throws himself down the stairs.
Through pain and broken bones, Harry breaks a nearby window with a spell and starts rolling in the glass.
Harry, bloody and bruised, somehow pulls himself back to his feet before violently shattering his forearm over the banister.
If Hermione was more observant and possessed full control of her mental faculties, she would've noticed that when she emerged from the crowd to ask if she could accompany Harry, everyone there quickly made the connection between Harry's description and her own appearance
"I am the smartest smarty-kid," he hissed, a sound that could almost be mistaken for that of a snake "I will be the best-est wizard and the most popular kid in school! All will be my friends!"
Hermione could barely work her jaw, utterly numb, feeling as though her consciousness left her body, floating somewhere behind her.
Perhaps it was this strange clarity that let her know that there were two Hufflepuff prefects standing outside the Hospital Wing.
Harry suddenly smiled, an ugly expression "Now, here's what's going to happen..."
In another life, a braver, stronger, Hermione would've stood her ground, fought back, and maybe emerged victorious even when faced with such odds and revelations.
This one, however, could only stare blankly.
Defeated.
***
Hermione Granger was not special
I'm not sure if he would actually approve the thing that he has inspired but whatever, it's still his fault
Not sure what moved me to write so much, but that's probably his fault as well.
Word count: 2,200
Omake: All Will Be My Friends
Hermione Granger was a special girl twice over.
First, for being a witch, something which made her a statistical anomaly when measured against the general mass of people on the planet.
Secondly, she was incredibly intelligent and capable in ways that few are, finding success in nearly all intellectual pursuits that she has ever bothered to put any effort in.
Hermione Granger was special. Hermione Granger also did not care for it sometimes.
Forming meaningful connections was hard.
The adults saw her as a child and refused to take her seriously, maintaining a clear boundary between them at all times.
The other children saw her as weird, and in their cruelty leveraged it into aggressive bullying. She would often cry herself to sleep at night.
The magical accidents were inconvenient and at times unfortunate. Even once she gained a measure of control over her innate abilities it did not put her mind at ease; the British suburban middle class was fairly religious, not to mention prone to gossip, and the last thing that she needed was for someone to see her levitating apples in the backyard or making flowers bloom like some sort of a Disney princess and accuse her of unholy witchcraft or satanism.
After she received her school letter a lot of things fell in place for her.
Somewhere to belong, to be surrounded by like-minded individuals who could empathize with her gifts, who would accept Hermione for all of her specialness.
And they did. And they had.
Her little accidents became potent, controlled, concentrated extensions of her will, and she was praised for her power and talent and not just by her teachers but by the rest of the student body as well.
Her new housemates shared her interests and drive for learning in a way that her childhood classmates never had, and through Hogwarts she has been able to forge honest friendships for the first time in her life.
Daphne, Ron, Neville, Harry. Not many people, but enough for her to be content.
The small moments that they had shared together, studying at the library, hanging out, or even just having meaningless conversations over the silliest of things, were what Hermione was most dearly missing in her life without knowing.
For the first time in a long time, her days were passing by in a quiet sort of happiness, leaving her excited for what each new day may bring. Life was good.
Hermione Granger was a special girl, and so she had continued to stand at the top of her class, but this time she had people who would stand alongside her.
For that, she was thankful.
***
Hermione's new friends were very special people (and not just to her)
Neville was a charming, charismatic boy, with deep connections to this new world that she has found herself in.
He had this sort of casual ability to take over a situation by just being there, his talents for leadership were something that she was truly envious of. He often seemed all-knowing, capable and reliable. She wished that others would look at her the way they look at him.
Ron, when bothering to apply himself, had good memory and visualization abilities, he was also incredibly perceptive and insightful, with a good mind for strategy.
No matter how much she tried, she could never quite get the best of him in chess.
Harry possessed a kind of inner drive and dedication that made her feel like a slacker in comparison.
He also seemed to have a sort of quiet, focused power to him, so much so that she could almost feel the weight of his gaze when he looked her way, seeing right through her very core.
Daphne was just the sweetest, kindest, cutest girl.
She seemed so earnest and forthright in everything that she did, so awkward but in the most endearing way.
Hermione herself was never accused of being overly affectionate, but sometimes she wished that she could just squeeze her little Slytherin friend until she popped.
Indeed, all of Hermione's friends possessed great qualities that she admired and wanted to imitate herself.
In her darker days, she read in a book that each person was the average of the five people closest to them, and although she was unable to locate any empirical data on the matter she remained hopeful that some of her friends' best qualities would rub off on her as well.
Come to think of it, she only had four such close people in her life at the moment, meaning that she had one slot open.
Who should she try to befriend, then? Maybe one of the other Ravenclaws? Someone older and more mature?
Ooh! Maybe one of the professors would-...
"Confundo"
***
Hermione was no longer at the top of her class.
It wasn't anything in particular that led to such a development, but rather it was a combination of many small things.
Her spells were slightly less potent, her answers in class and written assignments slightly too lacking in detail, her schedule slightly tighter and less manageable.
Be it as it may, when students who would normally request her help with Transfiguration coursework started approaching Harry instead, she knew that she needed to review these recent changes.
Was she overworking herself? Between her schooling and her newly found social life, things have been rather hectic.
Yet it seemed somehow that everyone was doing more than her, so why shouldn't they be succeeding where she wasn't?
Was it perhaps just her own arrogance catching up to her? Did she feel entitled to academic achievements? Conditioned to them by society?
Maybe this wasn't much of a hurdle to bring her low, but rather an opportunity to rise above? Yes, this must've been it.
She should get more sleep, maybe have herself checked for dietary deficiencies, replan her schedule and let things get back on the right track.
Everything is fine
Everything was fine.
***
A fall, shattering glass and a pained cry reached Hermione's ears, something about that call of anguish, in particular, made her run towards it.
When she reached her destination, a gasp of disbelief wretched itself out of her throat.
There, laying at the end of a staircase, was Harry.
He was covered in cuts and bruises and surrounded by shards of broken glass from a nearby window, writhing on the floor in pain, clutching one hand with the other, shaking.
Then he noticed her.
"Hermione?!" Harry shouted in surprise, Fear in his eyes. It made her stomach gnaw in discomfort.
"I'm here, Harry" she answered, voice as steady and soothing as she could manage, carefully approaching the downed boy.
Sounds of running came from all directions, and soon enough the two of them were surrounded by many more other students.
"What happened here?" asked a Hufflepuff prefect, cutting through the bulk of the students.
Some part of Hermione's distant consciousness was scoffing: How did that silly boy expect Harry to answer him when her friend was clearly in so much pain? It must have occurred to the prefect as well, because two swings of their wand later and Harry's cries of pain were reduced significantly.
"I-I was just walking here and suddenly I felt... someone pushing me down the stairs!" Harry sobbed, likely from the shock more so than any lingering pain "It all happened so quickly! they hit me with a Knockback Jinx and I flew into the window!"
"The fall probably did in your arm as well" the prefect muttered "Did you see who it was, Potter?"
"I... No, not really. I don't want to accuse people without evidence..." Harry seemed hesitant to answer.
"Surely there must be something" a voice ringed from the crowd, causing another wave of mutterings.
"Well... It was someone short, but they did appear relatively wide. Maybe it-... was hair? The incantation sounded girly, but it could've been a boy? I'm really sorry, I don't know..."
"Must've been a kid then - if someone older wanted to hurt you they wouldn't need to ambush you here of all places" the prefect sighed "I'll report this to the Head Students. Rest assured, this will be investigated. For now though, let's get you to the Hospital Wing, Potter, they'll sort you out there"
Hermione took this as her cue, dislodging herself from the crowd "May I go with you two?"
The prefect briefly considered her, though at Harry's insistence he relented surprisingly quickly.
"Might as well, Little lady." he said, levitating Harry "Come along then"
***
The Hospital Wing, although pleasant and inviting, was not a place that Hermione enjoyed visiting.
Still, with Poppy Pomfery's expertise, neither she nor Harry would be staying there for much longer - the healer took one good look at Harry, and after a few short waves of her wand has pretty much fully healed him, only prescribing him half an hour of rest before he is allowed to continue his day.
"I thought Hogwarts was supposed to be a safe place!" Hermione ranted, upset "To think that someone, maybe even one of our classmates, would attack you out in broad daylight like that!" the thought was a harrowing one.
Harry could only offer an awkward smile "It'll be fine, Hermione. No one can get away with an attack like this, especially not someone our age. Whoever it was, they'll be caught soon and everything will turn out okay."
Hermione must not have looked very convinced, because Harry's smile grew a tad more fond "C'mere, you." he said, opening his arms.
He must've thought that she needed a hug, and maybe he was right too, since her immediate reaction was to charge head-first into his chest, wrapping her hand around her torso.
Harry closed his arms around her back and placed his cheek at the top of her head, soothing.
For a few moments the two of them just hugged, and Hermione found herself quickly relaxing and leaning into the embrace.
Maybe he was right, she thought, maybe everything will turn out fine-...
A vice-like grip closed on one of her biceps, choking out the muscle, while another hand grabbed her hair, sending flaring pain down her scalp.
Hermione groaned as the force pulled at her hair, causing her to look upwards, at Harry.
The sight knocked the wind out of her lungs.
His face was twisted into a bestial snarl. Hermione has never seen such an inhuman expression, it was enough to cause her body to go limp.
His eyes, normally a friendly emerald-green, suddenly bordered on black, contorted with impossible fury yet somehow appearing soulless, distant, at the same time.
It was as though he was looking through her rather than at her
"H-Harry...?" She muttered out, too astonished to even move.
The only answer she got was a painful yank at her hair, pulling their faces closer.
"Now listen here you little bitch," Harry(?) spoke, his voice was very much his own, yet somehow devoid of anything resembling its normal warmth. In his hatred-filled eyes she saw something dark, followed by a sensation of prickling needles at the very back of her consciousness, granting her insight that was not her own.
She was an obstacle. Never a friend.
Being better a witch than he was a wizard, she had everyone's acknowledgment, love, and friendship.
Rival.
He could not overcome her. For each loss, this fact twisted deeper and deeper into his core.
Then opponent.
Even when standing upon the shoulders of a giant, she was taller yet.
Then enemy.
Hemione was walking in a corridor, only for Harry to hit her from the back with a Confundus Charm.
Hermione's grades were slipping, and Harry, now surrounded by students begging for his help, could barely contain his savage glee.
Seeing her from afar, with a face utterly devoid of emotion, Harry turns around and throws himself down the stairs.
Through pain and broken bones, Harry breaks a nearby window with a spell and starts rolling in the glass.
Harry, bloody and bruised, somehow pulls himself back to his feet before violently shattering his forearm over the banister.
If Hermione was more observant and possessed full control of her mental faculties, she would've noticed that when she emerged from the crowd to ask if she could accompany Harry, everyone there quickly made the connection between Harry's description and her own appearance
"I am the smartest smarty-kid," he hissed, a sound that could almost be mistaken for that of a snake "I will be the best-est wizard and the most popular kid in school! All will be my friends!"
Hermione could barely work her jaw, utterly numb, feeling as though her consciousness left her body, floating somewhere behind her.
Perhaps it was this strange clarity that let her know that there were two Hufflepuff prefects standing outside the Hospital Wing.
Harry suddenly smiled, an ugly expression "Now, here's what's going to happen..."
In another life, a braver, stronger, Hermione would've stood her ground, fought back, and maybe emerged victorious even when faced with such odds and revelations.
This one, however, could only stare blankly.
Defeated.
***
Hermione Granger was not special
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Rolen von Keng
Sleeping Green Bear
- Location
- The Wilderness
[X] Return to London - An opportunity to practice the darkest of magics, the evilest of plots, and the most cunning of makeovers. Also Kreacher's here.
[X] Unshackle Ornias - Allow him to return to wherever he usually is for Christmas.
[X] Unshackle Ornias - Allow him to return to wherever he usually is for Christmas.
TaliesinSkye
Occasional Editor
- Location
- Northeast Ohio, United States
So what's the possibility space for doing beneficial things (or neutral things) with astrology, with or without Dark Arts?
Could you make someone lucky, or enhance their odds of success at some specific task or skill, or make two people likely to fall in love, or other things that are classically blamed on people's horoscopes?
Could you make someone lucky, or enhance their odds of success at some specific task or skill, or make two people likely to fall in love, or other things that are classically blamed on people's horoscopes?
Offers from discord
(it's about Godric's hollow)
It will be necessary to connect yourself with that land after all, it was there that Harry an ordinary child died and Harry the chosen one was born, this should have some kind of symbolic power.
Maybe it is there that it turns out to strengthen the influence of the star of the chosen one
The most beautiful thing is that Neville will not be able to get strength from this
Since he did not sacrifice (parents), he did not go through a symbolic death and did destroy an invincible enemy
Ooh I hadn't even thought of the astrological significance
Maybe we are being hasty unbinding Ornias
We could have a nice field trip with him
It's a bit risky to go about alone though
Maybe the Hufflepuffs will go with us?
We could totally tell the inner circle that we want to go there for our chosen one stuff and we need backup
Maybe we should bring it up in thread as well
So people can mobilize come Christmas
We need to figure out the mantle before Neville overtakes us by too much
To interact with the stars, you need to take the skill of a dark star without it, we are no different in knowledge from a fourth-year student
Remnant of Lily's magic could still be there
Maybe talk to Geist first about how he feels about visiting Godric's Hallow?
Yes but it is better to have more power over the world of symbols and work not only as a chosen one but also as a sage overshadowed by power
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Corrupt the earth in useful, theatrical ways
Like use the lava to power geothermal generators, the storms to power wind turbines
An all out legilimens battle with armies sounds so much more interesting than a quaint duel
The land you walk on that you pay taxes on, the air you breathe that you pay taxes on, the water you drink also takes taxes
The promised land of taxes.
Snape always complained that he was surrounded by idiots, so let his words become reality.
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You can also curse Snape so that every day he has to communicate with smug idiots who do not understand potions but consider themselves experts
Snape always complained that he was surrounded by idiots, so let his words become reality.
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