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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
42
Views:
4,588
Reviews:
31
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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South American Magic - November 2015
Disclaimer -- I own nothing... not even my home... it's all JK Rowling's, who is one of the most creative people I have ever had the privilege to read...
South American Magic - November 2015
The village of Teguza was like Hogsmeade; all magical, all secluded. They did not like visitors and were not partial to those who asked too many questions. They had lived there for hundreds of years in peace and had no wish to meet with the outside world.
It was a thriving community with a small magic school and shops. The dealings with the rest of the magical world were usually when someone left and returned with goods. But otherwise, the village was considered peaceful and off limits. The exception to that was their dealings with the Sorcerers and Sorceresses who rescued children, then returned them for school.
The elders respected the group of people who had made a positive difference in the Magical World.
Before arriving here, Madison had been to Salem, Xanth, Hogsmeade, Diagon Alley, Durmstrang, Beauxbaton, Feruna (which was a small village in Iceland), and Chichitzu in the Philippines. She had been welcomed in this village because she had told the elders she was one of the Sorceress' and needed to rest.
She used the same excuse for every other place as well, but usually she obliviated anyone who recognized her. She did not need to have anyone tell her brother or husband where she was. They acknowledged who she was and why she wished to stay. Gave her use of a small hut, and promised that they would not allow anyone to bother her.
As with each move, her nightmares were only better the first few days of her arrival. She could eat and not be sick during those first days as well. It was her only rest as her journey took her onward. However, as time passed, her dreams which tormented her every night, returned and she would move on.
She was quite adept at silencing charms around whatever room she made her home in at that particular time; when night after night, the dreams took her back to New York. She and Draco were excited about… something. She woke screaming in pain.
The last nightmare found her sitting in bed screaming again, reaching for something. The light crept in that morning, as it had when her life ended in New York, taking with it her marriage and the softer dreams she used to have of the future. She woke before the completion of the nightmares. She traveled and when they were overwhelming, she always felt as though she was on the verge of a memory of what had gone so horrible wrong.
She had been there for several weeks, her nomadic ways suddenly halting without reason. Her nightmares had been better for the first few days, allowing her to eat heartily. But after the few four or five nights, they always returned.
They were different now though. The pain was still there as was the reaching, but now the dreams ended with her holding her pillow and begging Draco to help her instead of her screaming in pain.
No matter where she was or if she had "the dream", she woke at five in the morning. This morning was no different. The dream ended with Draco rushing to her and helping her. But she woke before she knew with what he was helping her do. Trying to hold on to the dream was like trying to hold running water in her hands.
When she regained her composure, she stood on shaky legs and walked to the basin of water to wash her face. She finished and looked into the small mirror which had been hung carefully above the basin. She looked old; the past year had aged her at an alarming rate. She was lost, weak and driven. She longed for her husband, but fought herself when she remembered his arms.
She thought of her brothers and young sister, mom and dad. She smiled when she imagined the panic of her dad’s face when he couldn’t find her. She never saw just Remus when she thought of her dad; it was always both Sirius and Remus who visited her memories.
Dressing quietly, she left the hut to watch the sunrise. The Amazon Jungle can be a terrifying place for any without magic. But for her, it was a place of beauty, wonder, and a change in her dreams.
The morning air was filled with the sound of a couple of babies waking from their night’s sleep, sounds from the new family who lived next to her coming to life. Apparently, they were fed or comforted and soon it was quiet once again. She had not actually seen the children, but she had heard them many times. They always cried out when she left her hut.
She decided that today, she would meet the family, period. The father left the hut at near eight in the morning, as usual. The older children left for school shortly afterward. She waited until they were all gone, before approaching the house. She knocked on the door and was greeted by a woman who seemed familiar. “Hello, I live just next door and really haven’t met anyone yet. I hear your babies cry every morning and… well… just thought I would like to say hello.”
The woman sputtered and closed her eyes to regain her composure. “We don’t have babies. Our children are over a year old now. And they don’t wake up early. They are still asleep now.”
“Oh, forgive me, I must have misheard or thought that they were there when in fact they were in a different home. Mornings are not kind to me. Forgive me?”
The woman’s face softened. “Of course dear; but I have housework, please do excuse me.” And with that, Madison was alone again.
~@~@~@~@~@~
Madison sat quietly in front of her house. She only left it when she went for groceries. After two weeks, she still had not seen the children. She was almost ashamed at watching the other home so close, but somehow, she felt responsible for the family there.
No one spoke to her or acknowledged her presence until one morning a man approached her.
“Good Morning, Miss.”
“Hello,” her voice sounded false somehow, “how are you?”
“Not bad, Seamus…Brown at your service. I am just in to purchase wares for a new shop in Ireland and thought perhaps since you were sitting here, that you might be able to help me find the best deals on hand-crafted items.”
“I’m sorry, I haven’t been here long and don’t know anything about the town or its inhabitants.”
“So sorry to have bothered you then; have a good day!” And tipping his hat, he walked down the street whistling a tune she thought she recognized. She didn’t see him as he turned the corner and apparated to his hut. She didn’t hear him when he floo-called the Potter Estate to tell them of her location.
~@~@~@~@~@~
November 2015 Cowan Estate
Draco walked into the house to be greeted by his friends and business partners. He had just come off shift from the hospital and there had been a few mishaps that had taken his time. As he poured himself a cup of coffee, he said “I have never felt as sorry for Madame Pomfrey as I have since I started working at the children’s hospital.” He sat at the long table. Speaking to the general assembly, missing the worried looks.
“This morning, I had a baby that had just been born transferred to the neo-natal ICU. Premature birth; lungs were weak. Used one of Neville’s new potions. Do you all realize how bloody brilliant that man is? Anyway, the baby’s lungs are stronger this morning. Neville estimates that three days of this potion three times a day will result in the baby going home as healthy as though he were born after his due date.”
He finished his memories with pride. He worked as often as they would allow him. He escaped his memories of a failed life with his work. When they would finally send him home, he would take a dreamless sleep potion. Turning to the group, he asked “What’s going on today?”
Everyone looked at one another before Ron finally answered. “We found her.” He said simply. No one else spoke. Draco’s mind spun out of control. He couldn’t seem to ask the questions to which he needed answers.
Mason answered his unspoken question, “Seamus Finnegan saw her in a village in the Amazon Rain Forest. He reported in about twenty minutes ago. I am going to get her.”
Draco said he would join him, standing; he finished his coffee and prepared to leave the estate. “Who else is going?”
“We all are. It’s going to take all of us to bring her back. Dad, Mom, Remus, Narcissa, and Lucius are already gone. The babies are going to stay with the elves. Ron’s parents are coming too. We leave in ten minutes.”
Draco nodded and went home for a moment to change clothes. His thoughts were in a tailspin. His wife, his bonded mate, was in a Rain Forest. He shook his head trying to clear the visions of her before returning to the rest.
And for a moment, his daydreams of the blonde children caught a place in the light, and he found a small smile before returning to the business of bring his love home.
South American Magic - November 2015
The village of Teguza was like Hogsmeade; all magical, all secluded. They did not like visitors and were not partial to those who asked too many questions. They had lived there for hundreds of years in peace and had no wish to meet with the outside world.
It was a thriving community with a small magic school and shops. The dealings with the rest of the magical world were usually when someone left and returned with goods. But otherwise, the village was considered peaceful and off limits. The exception to that was their dealings with the Sorcerers and Sorceresses who rescued children, then returned them for school.
The elders respected the group of people who had made a positive difference in the Magical World.
Before arriving here, Madison had been to Salem, Xanth, Hogsmeade, Diagon Alley, Durmstrang, Beauxbaton, Feruna (which was a small village in Iceland), and Chichitzu in the Philippines. She had been welcomed in this village because she had told the elders she was one of the Sorceress' and needed to rest.
She used the same excuse for every other place as well, but usually she obliviated anyone who recognized her. She did not need to have anyone tell her brother or husband where she was. They acknowledged who she was and why she wished to stay. Gave her use of a small hut, and promised that they would not allow anyone to bother her.
As with each move, her nightmares were only better the first few days of her arrival. She could eat and not be sick during those first days as well. It was her only rest as her journey took her onward. However, as time passed, her dreams which tormented her every night, returned and she would move on.
She was quite adept at silencing charms around whatever room she made her home in at that particular time; when night after night, the dreams took her back to New York. She and Draco were excited about… something. She woke screaming in pain.
The last nightmare found her sitting in bed screaming again, reaching for something. The light crept in that morning, as it had when her life ended in New York, taking with it her marriage and the softer dreams she used to have of the future. She woke before the completion of the nightmares. She traveled and when they were overwhelming, she always felt as though she was on the verge of a memory of what had gone so horrible wrong.
She had been there for several weeks, her nomadic ways suddenly halting without reason. Her nightmares had been better for the first few days, allowing her to eat heartily. But after the few four or five nights, they always returned.
They were different now though. The pain was still there as was the reaching, but now the dreams ended with her holding her pillow and begging Draco to help her instead of her screaming in pain.
No matter where she was or if she had "the dream", she woke at five in the morning. This morning was no different. The dream ended with Draco rushing to her and helping her. But she woke before she knew with what he was helping her do. Trying to hold on to the dream was like trying to hold running water in her hands.
When she regained her composure, she stood on shaky legs and walked to the basin of water to wash her face. She finished and looked into the small mirror which had been hung carefully above the basin. She looked old; the past year had aged her at an alarming rate. She was lost, weak and driven. She longed for her husband, but fought herself when she remembered his arms.
She thought of her brothers and young sister, mom and dad. She smiled when she imagined the panic of her dad’s face when he couldn’t find her. She never saw just Remus when she thought of her dad; it was always both Sirius and Remus who visited her memories.
Dressing quietly, she left the hut to watch the sunrise. The Amazon Jungle can be a terrifying place for any without magic. But for her, it was a place of beauty, wonder, and a change in her dreams.
The morning air was filled with the sound of a couple of babies waking from their night’s sleep, sounds from the new family who lived next to her coming to life. Apparently, they were fed or comforted and soon it was quiet once again. She had not actually seen the children, but she had heard them many times. They always cried out when she left her hut.
She decided that today, she would meet the family, period. The father left the hut at near eight in the morning, as usual. The older children left for school shortly afterward. She waited until they were all gone, before approaching the house. She knocked on the door and was greeted by a woman who seemed familiar. “Hello, I live just next door and really haven’t met anyone yet. I hear your babies cry every morning and… well… just thought I would like to say hello.”
The woman sputtered and closed her eyes to regain her composure. “We don’t have babies. Our children are over a year old now. And they don’t wake up early. They are still asleep now.”
“Oh, forgive me, I must have misheard or thought that they were there when in fact they were in a different home. Mornings are not kind to me. Forgive me?”
The woman’s face softened. “Of course dear; but I have housework, please do excuse me.” And with that, Madison was alone again.
Madison sat quietly in front of her house. She only left it when she went for groceries. After two weeks, she still had not seen the children. She was almost ashamed at watching the other home so close, but somehow, she felt responsible for the family there.
No one spoke to her or acknowledged her presence until one morning a man approached her.
“Good Morning, Miss.”
“Hello,” her voice sounded false somehow, “how are you?”
“Not bad, Seamus…Brown at your service. I am just in to purchase wares for a new shop in Ireland and thought perhaps since you were sitting here, that you might be able to help me find the best deals on hand-crafted items.”
“I’m sorry, I haven’t been here long and don’t know anything about the town or its inhabitants.”
“So sorry to have bothered you then; have a good day!” And tipping his hat, he walked down the street whistling a tune she thought she recognized. She didn’t see him as he turned the corner and apparated to his hut. She didn’t hear him when he floo-called the Potter Estate to tell them of her location.
November 2015 Cowan Estate
Draco walked into the house to be greeted by his friends and business partners. He had just come off shift from the hospital and there had been a few mishaps that had taken his time. As he poured himself a cup of coffee, he said “I have never felt as sorry for Madame Pomfrey as I have since I started working at the children’s hospital.” He sat at the long table. Speaking to the general assembly, missing the worried looks.
“This morning, I had a baby that had just been born transferred to the neo-natal ICU. Premature birth; lungs were weak. Used one of Neville’s new potions. Do you all realize how bloody brilliant that man is? Anyway, the baby’s lungs are stronger this morning. Neville estimates that three days of this potion three times a day will result in the baby going home as healthy as though he were born after his due date.”
He finished his memories with pride. He worked as often as they would allow him. He escaped his memories of a failed life with his work. When they would finally send him home, he would take a dreamless sleep potion. Turning to the group, he asked “What’s going on today?”
Everyone looked at one another before Ron finally answered. “We found her.” He said simply. No one else spoke. Draco’s mind spun out of control. He couldn’t seem to ask the questions to which he needed answers.
Mason answered his unspoken question, “Seamus Finnegan saw her in a village in the Amazon Rain Forest. He reported in about twenty minutes ago. I am going to get her.”
Draco said he would join him, standing; he finished his coffee and prepared to leave the estate. “Who else is going?”
“We all are. It’s going to take all of us to bring her back. Dad, Mom, Remus, Narcissa, and Lucius are already gone. The babies are going to stay with the elves. Ron’s parents are coming too. We leave in ten minutes.”
Draco nodded and went home for a moment to change clothes. His thoughts were in a tailspin. His wife, his bonded mate, was in a Rain Forest. He shook his head trying to clear the visions of her before returning to the rest.
And for a moment, his daydreams of the blonde children caught a place in the light, and he found a small smile before returning to the business of bring his love home.