A Different Kind of Magic--UNDERGOING EDIT
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Chapter 42- Discussion
“Arthur! Look! I did it! I finished it! Look! Can you believe it? You have to look at this!”
The progenitor of the Weasley clan peered over his reading spectacles at the lunatic and her wild curly hair rushing at him waving a stack of parchment. Hermione discourteously swept his latest design project off the desk and onto the floor, replacing it with the object of her exuberance.
“Hermione, you do realize you just bombed a one-hundred and twenty thousand galleon project onto the floor of my study.”
“Sorry, Arthur, but this is more important.”
Arthur Weasley couldn’t imagine what was more important than a year’s work for the company he worked for but decided to indulge her. He had, after all, put up with worse from Fred and George over the years.
“I finished transcribing the first scroll of the Prophecy!”
That is more important than work.
“Well done Hermione! Come on, then, let’s have a look.”
She scurried around his desk and leaned over his shoulder. Arthur ran his fingers over the bold, flowing script of the witch behind him. “Is this the translation?”
“Yes, the top sheet is the translation. I was able to transcribe about ninety percent of it. Several of the symbols were so smudged I couldn’t make out what they were so I filled in the blanks with what I thought they could mean.”
He nodded for her to go on.
“The typeset at the top of the scroll was easy. That simply indicates the name of the Prophecy. We know that to be ‘Oraculum of Cruor’, or ‘Blood Prophecy.’”
“What about this next bit?”
Hermione dug out another parchment and set it beside the first, knocking more of Arthur’s work off the desk. She pointed to a set of symbols on the Prophecy scroll and then at a scribbled section of her notes.
“These translate in Latin to ‘Vox sumo Vinco , custodis of copiae copie utriusque lux lucis quod atrum , ut ingredior veil , custodis of nox noctis quod tutor of regnum.’”
“Meaning….,” Arthur rolled his hand in a circle to encourage her to get to the point.
“It means, ‘Power chooses the Master, Keeper of the forces both light and dark, to walk the veil, Keeper of night and Defender of the realm’. It very specifically refers to what the next line says here,” she indicated slightly lower, “shown as ‘The Chosen One’.”
“The Chosen One?”
“Uh huh.”
“Does it give a name?”
“No. In fact, the rest of the scroll doesn’t say anything else about the Chosen One.”
“What does the rest of it say?”
“It gives a pretty good description of an area in Wales along the coastline and it mentions a ring, but the symbols after that were too smudged for me to decipher what to do about that area of Wales or what it has to do with a ring. The part I’m not sure about are the numbers at the end. The first set of numbers followed by a symbol are pretty straightforward; the first is a ring, the second a wand, the third a cup or chalice, the fourth a cross, the fifth a sword, the sixth a knife, the seventh a bowl, the eighth mentions holy ground and the ninth a child.”
“A child?”
“Yes, it doesn’t seem to make much sense but that is what the symbols correspond with.”
“Alright, what is the second set of numbers?”
It seems to be a latitude and longitude but it doesn’t match up with the coastline area the other runes are describing.”
“The part about Wales and the ring?”
“Yes. It is nowhere near Wales.”
Arthur rubbed weathered knuckles along his chin. “If you pinpoint the numbers into a point on a map, what location comes up?”
“Snape Manor.”
“Severus’s ancestral home?”
“Yes. Exactly.”
“You’re shittin’ me.”
“Do I look like I’m shitting you Mr. Weasley?”
“No, but holy hell, that is some hell of a coincidence.”
“Severus told me he hadn’t been there since he was a small boy. His father lost it gambling and they were forced to move to Spinner’s End which belonged to his paternal grandmother. That home is still in the family but I don’t know who owns Snape Manor now. There is nothing on record I was able to find.”
“This sounds like a job for Rabastan. Can you have him do some digging when he heads back for his next report?”
Hermione’s heart fluttered in her chest. “Yes, I can manage that.”
“I don’t think it’ll do us any good to go on any wild goose chases at this point. The area of Wales I think you are referring to is massive, riddled with cliffs and sinkholes. The weather can be very unpredictable and there are the Sidhe to contend with.”
“I left a copy of my findings with Rabastan to give to Minerva already. I think we should go over this with the Order at the next meeting on Sunday evening.”
“I agree.”
Hermione also filled him in on her conversation with Harry. Arthur agreed to contact the other members for the impromptu meeting the following night.
--
Hermione stepped to the Floo into the dungeons at Hogwarts unannounced. “Rabastan?” she called out.
Silence greeted her. She didn’t want to leave a note so she turned to leave and screamed at a huge green shadow that blurred out of the darkness and knocked the wind out of her back onto the bed.
“Rabastan you prick!” Hermione pummeled at him in disgust. “Don’t you dare do that to me ever again!”
“Then don’t step into my private chambers unannounced,” he calmly replied while tugging at his trousers and lifting her skirt, it seemed, all in one motion.
“Wait, I have a message, an errand for you,” she breathed between sumptuous kisses and his hardness slipping into her.
“Can it wait?” he rasped in time with his thrusting.
“No, it’s important; it’s about the Prophecy, oh Circe!”
“Tell me sweet lady, and it shall be done.”
“I need you to –oh!- find out who –ah- holds the title to Snape Manor. “
“Your wish is my command, fair lady.”
“Why do you always take me when I come to your chambers?”
“Not to do so would be a travesty to mankind. Fucking you is like tasting the nectars of the Gods Oh Fair One.”
“I bet you say that to all the ladies.”
He stopped mid-thrust. “No, Hermione, only to you.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
He resumed pumping her, slowly, letting the liquid brown of his eyes cascade into her own until he made her finish with him for the second time that day.
This time, he wanted desperately to beg her not to leave, but of course, he did not. She belonged to another man in spirit and it would not have been proper. He would enjoy her body and spare her soul. He wasn’t doing it for Snape’s sake, only for this girl who touched him in an undefined way. She had gotten under his skin, and it bugged him.
“Arthur! Look! I did it! I finished it! Look! Can you believe it? You have to look at this!”
The progenitor of the Weasley clan peered over his reading spectacles at the lunatic and her wild curly hair rushing at him waving a stack of parchment. Hermione discourteously swept his latest design project off the desk and onto the floor, replacing it with the object of her exuberance.
“Hermione, you do realize you just bombed a one-hundred and twenty thousand galleon project onto the floor of my study.”
“Sorry, Arthur, but this is more important.”
Arthur Weasley couldn’t imagine what was more important than a year’s work for the company he worked for but decided to indulge her. He had, after all, put up with worse from Fred and George over the years.
“I finished transcribing the first scroll of the Prophecy!”
That is more important than work.
“Well done Hermione! Come on, then, let’s have a look.”
She scurried around his desk and leaned over his shoulder. Arthur ran his fingers over the bold, flowing script of the witch behind him. “Is this the translation?”
“Yes, the top sheet is the translation. I was able to transcribe about ninety percent of it. Several of the symbols were so smudged I couldn’t make out what they were so I filled in the blanks with what I thought they could mean.”
He nodded for her to go on.
“The typeset at the top of the scroll was easy. That simply indicates the name of the Prophecy. We know that to be ‘Oraculum of Cruor’, or ‘Blood Prophecy.’”
“What about this next bit?”
Hermione dug out another parchment and set it beside the first, knocking more of Arthur’s work off the desk. She pointed to a set of symbols on the Prophecy scroll and then at a scribbled section of her notes.
“These translate in Latin to ‘Vox sumo Vinco , custodis of copiae copie utriusque lux lucis quod atrum , ut ingredior veil , custodis of nox noctis quod tutor of regnum.’”
“Meaning….,” Arthur rolled his hand in a circle to encourage her to get to the point.
“It means, ‘Power chooses the Master, Keeper of the forces both light and dark, to walk the veil, Keeper of night and Defender of the realm’. It very specifically refers to what the next line says here,” she indicated slightly lower, “shown as ‘The Chosen One’.”
“The Chosen One?”
“Uh huh.”
“Does it give a name?”
“No. In fact, the rest of the scroll doesn’t say anything else about the Chosen One.”
“What does the rest of it say?”
“It gives a pretty good description of an area in Wales along the coastline and it mentions a ring, but the symbols after that were too smudged for me to decipher what to do about that area of Wales or what it has to do with a ring. The part I’m not sure about are the numbers at the end. The first set of numbers followed by a symbol are pretty straightforward; the first is a ring, the second a wand, the third a cup or chalice, the fourth a cross, the fifth a sword, the sixth a knife, the seventh a bowl, the eighth mentions holy ground and the ninth a child.”
“A child?”
“Yes, it doesn’t seem to make much sense but that is what the symbols correspond with.”
“Alright, what is the second set of numbers?”
It seems to be a latitude and longitude but it doesn’t match up with the coastline area the other runes are describing.”
“The part about Wales and the ring?”
“Yes. It is nowhere near Wales.”
Arthur rubbed weathered knuckles along his chin. “If you pinpoint the numbers into a point on a map, what location comes up?”
“Snape Manor.”
“Severus’s ancestral home?”
“Yes. Exactly.”
“You’re shittin’ me.”
“Do I look like I’m shitting you Mr. Weasley?”
“No, but holy hell, that is some hell of a coincidence.”
“Severus told me he hadn’t been there since he was a small boy. His father lost it gambling and they were forced to move to Spinner’s End which belonged to his paternal grandmother. That home is still in the family but I don’t know who owns Snape Manor now. There is nothing on record I was able to find.”
“This sounds like a job for Rabastan. Can you have him do some digging when he heads back for his next report?”
Hermione’s heart fluttered in her chest. “Yes, I can manage that.”
“I don’t think it’ll do us any good to go on any wild goose chases at this point. The area of Wales I think you are referring to is massive, riddled with cliffs and sinkholes. The weather can be very unpredictable and there are the Sidhe to contend with.”
“I left a copy of my findings with Rabastan to give to Minerva already. I think we should go over this with the Order at the next meeting on Sunday evening.”
“I agree.”
Hermione also filled him in on her conversation with Harry. Arthur agreed to contact the other members for the impromptu meeting the following night.
--
Hermione stepped to the Floo into the dungeons at Hogwarts unannounced. “Rabastan?” she called out.
Silence greeted her. She didn’t want to leave a note so she turned to leave and screamed at a huge green shadow that blurred out of the darkness and knocked the wind out of her back onto the bed.
“Rabastan you prick!” Hermione pummeled at him in disgust. “Don’t you dare do that to me ever again!”
“Then don’t step into my private chambers unannounced,” he calmly replied while tugging at his trousers and lifting her skirt, it seemed, all in one motion.
“Wait, I have a message, an errand for you,” she breathed between sumptuous kisses and his hardness slipping into her.
“Can it wait?” he rasped in time with his thrusting.
“No, it’s important; it’s about the Prophecy, oh Circe!”
“Tell me sweet lady, and it shall be done.”
“I need you to –oh!- find out who –ah- holds the title to Snape Manor. “
“Your wish is my command, fair lady.”
“Why do you always take me when I come to your chambers?”
“Not to do so would be a travesty to mankind. Fucking you is like tasting the nectars of the Gods Oh Fair One.”
“I bet you say that to all the ladies.”
He stopped mid-thrust. “No, Hermione, only to you.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
He resumed pumping her, slowly, letting the liquid brown of his eyes cascade into her own until he made her finish with him for the second time that day.
This time, he wanted desperately to beg her not to leave, but of course, he did not. She belonged to another man in spirit and it would not have been proper. He would enjoy her body and spare her soul. He wasn’t doing it for Snape’s sake, only for this girl who touched him in an undefined way. She had gotten under his skin, and it bugged him.