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The Magic's swirled around the Old Kingdoms of the Isle of Albion communing with their follow-ers and strengthening their defences as best they might. Very few Wizard's realised the touch of their Masters, but the so called 'Creatures' heard the message and silently prepared for the inevita-ble show down not just between the Lords of Light and Dark, but for the clash between human and non-human kinds as they rallied to support the Grey Lord and the renewal of their world which was on the brink of destruction.
The two powers paused briefly at a certain Manor House with a brief flicker of satisfaction and apprehension as they looked upon the Boy-Who-Lived and his companion. The Grey Lord was growing up fast and was powerful but compared to his two counterparts he was still woefully un-derpowered even with the boost of having Basilisk poison and phoenix tears flowing through his veins connecting him closer to Magic than any one since Merlin had ever been. Gifted with the staff of Gwydion Gwinn the founder of the Evens line and the philosophers stone both powerful ob-jects gave them hope. After all they were not all powerful and this was the last chance for the Mag-ic of Albion to be revived.
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Lord Harry Potter-Black was a highly unusual boy in many ways. Due to the years of abuse and neglect his Uncle and Aunt had heaped on him he had developed very little or no emotions, or feel-ings of empathy to any other person except one, Draco Malfoy. He also happened to be a very powerful wizard for his age.
It was nearly midnight, and he was lying on his stomach in bed, an illuminated globe of light rest-ing on one shoulder and a large leather-bound book (A History of Magic by Bathinda Bagshot) propped open against the pillow. Harry moved the tip of his eagle-feather quill down the page, frowning as he looked for something that would help him write his essay, “Witch Burning in the Fourteenth Century Was Completely Pointless —discuss.”
The quill paused at the top of a likely-looking paragraph. Harry pushed his round glasses up the bridge of his nose, moved his wand closer to the book, and read,
Non-magic people (more commonly known as Muggles)
were particularly afraid of magic in medieval times,
but not very good at recognizing it. On the rare occasion that
they did catch a real witch or wizard,
burning had no effect whatsoever. The witch
or wizard would perform a basic Flame- Freezing
Charm and then pretend to shriek with pain while
enjoying a gentle, tickling sensation. Indeed,
Wendel in the Weird enjoyed being burned so much that
she allowed herself to be caught no less than forty-seven times in various disguises.
Harry put his quill between his teeth and reached underneath his pillow for his ink bottle and a roll of parchment. The door suddenly slammed open and the pot of ink went flying covering Harry, His pillow and bed in a swathe of green ink,
“Caught you in the act!!! Mother told you to rest as you still need to recover from that awful snake bite even though a phoenix healed your wound.”
Harry blinked behind his ink covered glasses and sighed softly before muttering a banishing and cleaning spell to get rid of the ink that liberally adorned his person and his bed. Draco started for-ward towards the bed and sliding in next to Harry,
“You just ruined a perfectly good essay, and I would rather get it done now then have to worry about it later on. Anyway, your Mother says you should start sleeping in your own bed occasionally as we are now young adults and not children any more.”
Draco pouted and shivered slightly in the cool night air and snuggled closer to Harry's warm body, careful not to disturb the sleeping Whisper (in cat form) at the foot of Harry’s bed.
“Come on Harry don't be like that, both of us know as soon as we return to Hogwarts, I will be straight back in your bed again. Besides it is your Birthday in eight minutes and you don't want to be alone on your birthday. Anyway, you know you sleep better with me in the bed with you and it is my duty as your best friend and closest companion to make sure you get a good rest and to look after you.”
Harry sighed gently and turned off the globe bathing the room in darkness,
“If your mum yells at us I'll just claim I was already asleep when you snuck in.”
“Mmmm, warm. Good night Ry.”
“Good night Dray.”