I am in awe of JK Rowling's wonderful talents. Her talents have made her lots of money and she would be able to pay loads of lawyers who would sue my ass if I tried to make money on this so I'm doing this for free.
- CHAPTER SEVEN -
Memories
Harry wondered how he had got passed that week. Firstly, there was his school work. Then there was his homework. Then there was his Quidditch Training. Then was his group's training on Monday. Harry remembered that day wondering how he had done some of the things. They had five exercises. They had do duel each other, fight hand to hand combat, mix a potion, translate a piece of text from an ancient language and finally they had to subdue and return a hive of Billywigs to their cage. Harry was currently walking with Hermione on the way to Occlumency Training with Ares.
'Hello Harry, Hermione,' said Ares, as the two walked in the door. Ares walked over to his desk and took a two leaves of a plant. They were a reddish green colour and about six inches long.
'Eat these,' said Ares. Hermione took hers and ate it. Harry did the same. Immediately his mind felt relaxed.
'The leaf you just ate is called Mallowsweet. It helps relax the mind which is essential for Occlumency. Now, release all the images from your head,' said Ares. Harry did so, not known how he was able to do it. Ares pointed his wand at Hermione.
'Legilimens!' shouted Ares. Hermione started to shake and she was able to throw of the spell. Ares then turned his wand on Harry.
'Legilimens!' shouted Ares. The office was trying to swirl into a new image but somehow Harry was able to stop it.
'Good,' said Ares. He then handed Harry and Hermione a glass each filled with a blue liquid. They drank it and all their thoughts rushed back into their head.
'The leaf helps clear your mind. Every week you shall take less and less of it until you don't need it at all. I will give you seven leaves and you will eat one before going to sleep to ensure that your mind retains no images at night. Now, if you want to go on back to your common room,' said Ares.
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The next day was a big day. They had seen movement in the Dragon's eggs yesterday. This meant that they should hatch today. Hagrid had asked for them to get the day of for them to observe the hatching. They had gathered around the eggs for an hour before anything happened. Harry's egg was the first to crack. The Dark Blue egg cracked and a baby dragon hatched its way out. It was about the size of Crookshanks. It had small, metallic grey scales and deep red eyes. Just as Harry was about to step forward someone called.
'Harry!' shouted Colin Creevey. Harry turned around. 'Professor Dumbledore wants to speak with you.'
'Go on Harry,' said Hagrid.
'Thanks Hagrid,' said Harry, before going with Colin. Harry reached the gargoyle and said the password.
'Gryffindor Quidditch Bar!' shouted Harry. The gargoyle ascended bringing Harry to Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore was sitting in his chair as Harry walked in.
'Ha, hello Harry,' greeted Dumbledore, almost like a grandfather would his grandson. 'Please sit down. There is something I wish for you to work on. Thanks to your now extensive library, you should have no problem on it. It is the study of Animagi. You will of course be learning it after Christmas with Professor McGonagall as part of your Transfiguration course but I think that maybe you should look into it.' Just as they were about to continue an owl flew in and Harry took this as his cue to leave. He wandered about thinking about Animagi and then his mind turned to Ares. He turned a corner and saw a wooden door. Harry had come to the Room of Requirement. He walked through and saw that inside were a bunch of Pensieves. Harry, being as curious as he is, removed his wand and ploughed into one of the Pensieves. Harry landed on a red carpet floor. The room was a bedroom. It was quite obvious that the boy in it was rich. The boy was about eight and he had short black hair and ice like blue eyes. He had pale skin and wore black robes. Harry thought this was strange as he had never seen a child were robes outside of school. The room was decorated in red and gold. The wallpaper, the carpet, the bed, and several other things. The desk held several books as did the five huge bookshelves in the room. Harry guessed that there were about 1000 books in the shelves. The wall held a number of Quidditch posters. They all showed a group of players in Black and White striped robes and had a large magpie on their chests. The posters also held a double M and the name 'Montrose Magpies'.
'Concsio!' shouted a female, Irish accent. The boy didn't answer. A woman opened the door and walked in.
'Concsio, Albus is down the stairs,' said the woman, who Harry guessed was the boy's mother.
'Ares,' said the mother, exasperated. The boy looked at her. 'Professor Dumbledore is down the stairs.' The boy then walked out the door. The scene swirled and a new one appeared. Harry recognised this place. It was the Great Hall at Hogwarts. Standing in a group of first years, was the boy Ares, only he was a first year this time.
'Lestrange, Ares!' said Professor Dumbledore, from the stage. He was slightly younger, as there were traces of grey in his white hair. Ares walked forward and sat down on the stool. Professor Dumbledore placed the Sorting Hat on Ares' head. Harry could here what the hat was saying.
'Yes, very complex. Very loyal with those you like, yet very hostile and dangerous with those you don't. You have an extremely good mind; I haven't seen an intellect like this is several decades. There is ambition as well, and a hunger to prove yourself. But underneath all of these is your courage. Yes that is were you belong. GRYFFINDOR!' said the Sorting Hat. Harry saw that several of the teachers were quite shocked at this. Once again the scene swirled and a new one appeared. It showed the Gryffindor Common Room. Harry gasped when he saw you were there. It was his father, Sirius, Remus and Wormtail, around the age of 14. Harry saw the portrait open and in walk a boy, around 15, with long black hair that was tied up in a ponytail. He had a prefect's badge.
'Mornin' lads. How are ya' 'is mornin'?' asked Ares in a thick Irish accent.
'Fine, yourself,' answered Remus, politely and friendly.
'Fine, fine. An' wha'ever yousens are up to, if yis ge' caugh', I didn' know abou' i'.' said Ares. Ares walked up the stairs towards the dormitories. As they got to the top, Harry saw a girl. She was about 15 and looked oddly familiar. She had long blond hair and crystal blue eyes.
'Hi Ares,' said the girl, passing him.
'Hey Na'' said Ares. The scene swirled again and Harry saw the Wizengamot Courtroom Ten. Harry looked around the courtroom. Harry recognised a few of the Wizengamot members from his own trial. Harry looked up and the heads of the Trial. He recognised Cornelius Fudge, but Fudge wasn't sitting in the Minister's spot. He was sitting in Percy's spot. The minister was a woman, who was tough and well built. Beside her were Kinglsey Shacklebolt, Alastor 'Mad Eye' Moody and Professor Dumbledore. Harry also looked at the centre of the courtroom. Sitting in the chair was Ares. He was around early to mid twenties and had his hair in a ponytail with a goatee. Two Dementors flanked Ares and Ares was chained to his chair.
'Let us begin,' said the well built witch. 'This is a Section Red Criminal Trial of the seventeenth of November into offences committed under the Decree for Crime and Justice for Terrorists and the International Agreement of Punishment by Concsio Prosipa Lestrange, resident at Teach Mor Lestrange, Belfast, Antrim, Ireland.
'Interrogators: Millicent Jennifer Bagnold, Minister for Magic; Bartemius Herman Crouch, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; William Francis Avery, Senior Assistant to the Minister.
'Defenders: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts; Alastor Simon Moody, Head Auror; Kingsley Shacklebolt, Auror Partner of the Defendant.
'Court Scribe: Cornelius Oswald Fudge. Now, the charge is as follows. That he did knowingly, deliberately, in full defiance of the Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizardry, broke into Azkaban Prison and murdered Stephen Patrick Travers, Josef Paul Discour and Thomas David Macnair.
'Are you Concsio Prosipa Lestrange, of Teach Mor Lestrange, Belfast, Antrim, Ireland?'
'Nope,' said Ares, with a grin. 'My names Ares. I think you got the wrong man.' Some of the Wizengamot frowned, others shook their heads and the rest sniggered with laughter.
'How do you plea to the charges brought before you?' asked Millicent Bagnold. Ares didn't look at Millicent Bagnold but at Professor Dumbledore, before staring straight at the Minister.
'Guilty!' said Ares.
'I sentence you to removal from the position of Head Auror and immediate sacking from the Ministry of Magic. You shall also be brought to Azkaban for three years beginning at the end of this trial. Further more, you are to keep the distance from Natalie Umbridge, Sarah Umbridge and Dolores Umbridge III. Take him away,' said Bagnold. The Dementors each put a hand on Ares' shoulder and brought him out of the courtroom. Harry then felt the scene dissolve and he fell out of the Pensieve.
***
'So Ares was banned from three people called Umbridge?' asked Ron.
'Yes, or that's what it said in the Pensieve,' said Harry.
'Well, at least we know that the Dolores Umbridge wasn't Umbridge,' said Hermione. 'Umbridge is Dolores Umbridge II.'
'So, who do you think that those three are?' asked Ron.
'Isn't it obvious? Those are his three daughters. I think I read that in the Gryffindor Prefects Lounge that the female prefect in Ares' year was a girl called Natalie Umbridge. Maybe that was his girlfriend,' said Hermione. Just as they were about to continue talking, the bell went, indicating the start of the next class. They entered into Ares' class and sat down. After the entire class had arrived, Ares stood up.
'Hello, today we are going to start learning about the various different types of Magic. Since the foundation of Magic, different spells have been classed into different areas. Magic was first used in and around 2500 B.C. It was actually discovered in two different places. In Egypt, the Ancient priests discovered curses to help protect their dead while in Ireland, the Gaelige Druids discovered Magic to help grow crops, build buildings and even fight. The Ancient Egyptian Magic was called Ax, which means 'Spirit'. The Ancient Egyptians believed those with great spirits could do Magic hence the reason that the Egyptian Magicians were all priests. In Ireland, the Druids developed Draíocht, a form of very powerful Magic that still exists today but is only known by a very privileged few. From there, the Druids developed Meallaceacht, an ancient form of Charms, Athrú, a form of Transfiguration, and Troid, an early form of Duelling. It was several hundreds of years later that the Magic that is regularly practiced today was formed. The magic you practice here are forms of the Draíochta Magic. Other forms of magic, like Potions and Alchemy weren't formed until around 1200 A.D., after the formation of Hogwarts. It existed but wasn't considered magic. Today, there are three forms of magic. They are Furvus Magic, Clareo Magic and Medius Magic. They are more commonly called the Dark Arts, Light Magic and Neutral Magic.' Ares continued until it was around five minutes from the end. It was around this time that Ares let them talk about anything they wanted. Today, they were talking about violence at Quidditch Matches.
'The Cannons haven't been involved in a riot in over 300 years,' said Ron, proudly.
'That's because they would lose if they did,' said Seamus, with a grin.
'Typical of a Kestrels supporter,' said Ron. Ares grinned.
'Ach now, don't be fussing, just because every match between the Kestrels and the Tornados has ended in a riot for the past 200 years has absolutely nothing to do with anything,' said Ares.
'Why do they hate each other?' asked Susan Bones.
'The Kestrels have always prided themselves in welcoming all people, Pure bloods and Muggleborns. The Tornados for centuries have been a Pure blood team. So they sort of clash, so at every match you see the green Kestrels and the blue Tornados fighting. It's called the Ancient Firm match. The last one ended with only one score. John Machart captured the Snitch after it hit a Tornados player's sleeve,' said Ares. The bell rang.
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