Chapter 11: Ch 11, A day off
(Aisha POV.)
It was Sunday the day after the meeting with Snape and we were in London. As Azrael and I walk through London we pass by several shops. It was the beginning of November and at this time next year we will be walking in the corridors of Hogwarts.
We passed many shops, from fast food to fancy, from local to name brand. We didn't buy anything because as metamorphmagus we could practically conger clothes for us, but it gave us some good ideas. It was when we were passing a jewelers that something happened.
"Hey Aisha?" Azrael spoke up.
"Yes?" I questioned him.
"I've noticed something. Whenever we have a conversation with someone you let me take the lead. I was wondering why, it isn't like you are shy or anything like that." He questioned me with a curious look at me.
"I think that when we lived our second childhood we changed. We are more childish and you have a tendency to do what you want. The reason I let you take the lead is because you would just do you anyways, but I'm fine with that. I want you to take the lead because I want to follow you." I told him, hopefully he doesn't notice that that isn't the whole truth.
"I see." He said and stayed silent for a bit. After a minute or so he spoke once more.
"Our birthday is coming up any ideas I could get from you?" I gave it a Moment of thought. What could I want? There was one thing but I don't know if he would agree to it.
"I can't really think of anything. What about you, got any ideas for me?" I questioned after answering his question.
"I can't think of anything, but I know that I will love anything you can think of." He told me with a smile. I then gave him a grin and asked.
"What makes you so sure that I will get you something that you will like?" After I said that he just gave me a smile and said.
"Because it is you, you have a tendency to read me like an open book." After he said that we continued to walk in a companionable silence.
After a while we eventually ran into a friend. We saw Hermione walking into a library and decided to say hello.
When we entered the library we found her browsing the shelves of the fiction section reading a book she just pulled off a shelf. Sneaking up behind her we look over her shoulder to see what she was reading then spoke.
"Interesting choi-" only for Hermione to cut Azrael off with an eep and trying to smack him with the book title 'Tails of Merlin'. Of-course I say try because it just went strait through him.
"Don't scare me like that." She whisper yelled at us. Azrael just ignored her though.
"Of-course I prefer 'Tails of Solomon' but to each their own." Hermione just stared at Azrael with a look that could kill. However she sighed after a moment.
"What do you want." She asked with her fingers rubbing her temples.
"Nothing, we were walking when we saw you enter here and decided to say hello." I told her with a smile.
"Speaking of how was the trip to the Aquarium?" Azrael asked her with a smile of his own.
"It was great, I especially liked the otters." She said and it took more than I'm willing to admit to keep a strait face.
"I just wish you two could come it would have been fun." She said with a pout on her face and in her voice.
"I'm sure it would have, however we had already made plans before with our friend Malfoy." I had told her and she just pouted more.
"What kind of name is Malfoy anyways? It sounds strange." Hermione asked sounding rude but she was clearly just curious.
"We think it has French roots, referring to bad blood. Which is kind of funny." Azrael had said and when I looked at him he explained.
"His name is Draco. So we could say that is name means bad dragon blood." When he said that I snorted in a very un lady like fashion.
"Bad dragon blood, he has zero dragon blood." I told him with a playful frown.
"What if he did." He asked looking at me with a raised eyebrow.
"I'd sooner kiss you than admit Draco has dragon blood. That boy is more snake and you know it." I told him with a smile.
"Snake's are distant cousins of dragons though." He told me with a smile.
"Ya I'll allow it if he is directly related to the Ouroboros." I had told him with humor in my voice.
"Why the Ouroboros?" He questioned me like he wouldn't know the answer.
"Because the Ouroboros is sometimes depicted as a dragon rather than a snake. Like in the 'Seven Deadly Sins', Meliodas the dragon sin of wrath, where the mark looks closer to the Ouroboros. Or the homunculus from 'Full Metal Alchemist' where their tattoos were the Ouroboros with wings." I had explained my reasoning to him.
"And then there is Ophis from DxD." When I said this he raised a finger to interject but put it down when he realized I was right.
"Can the two of you explain what you are talking about." Hermione asked with pure irritation in her voice.
"We are talking about dragons, snakes, and gods." Azrael said like it explained everything.
"That tells me even less!" She whisper yelled at him. Which is when I turned to Azrael.
"Actually, do you think Ophis could travel to here? Since she lives in the void and all that." I had asked him.
"I don't think so. Plus even if she could I don't think she would. There isn't exactly anyone here who could help her." Azrael answered me.
"Who is this Ophis." Hermione asked clearly done with our antics.
"Dragon god of infinity, chaos, and nothing." Azrael answered her.
"Oh so she isn't real got it." Hermione had said with a roll of her eyes.
"But why nothing, infinity, and chaos, aren't those contradictory?" She asked out of curiosity.
"Think about it like this. One of the few things that are infinite are nothingness, after all how can something stop if it doesn't exist." After Azrael said this she gained a small glint of understanding l, like she was close to figuring it out but not there.
"Then chaos because why not." Azrael had finished his explanation with a smile.
"So you don't actually know." Hermione had said with a deadpan and no emotion in her tone.
"Chaos is chaotic, it isn't something that can be explained only experienced. It is like a wizard telling a normal person how magic feels, while it is possible it is incredibly difficult." I had explained to her gently hoping that she understood.
"Besides, chaos is already a difficult thing to understand, something normal humans aren't able to understand. It takes a being who's mind is incapable of being overwhelmed to even begin to understand it. It can be described in that moment but any being who is made and born in chaos, if witnessed, will cause the observer to slowly go mad, and in some cases instant brain death." Azrael had said making Hermione both horrified and curious, and I gave him a stare that wad filled with so much anger the books were shaking.
"I should not have said that." He said going pail and copying a certain half-giant.
"Look Hermione," I had said cutting of whatever question she was going to ask.
"Those beings, while they are real, gain more power the more you know of them. So ironically the best way to deal with them is to ignore them." I had explained to the girl, but after she quirked an eyebrow and opened her mouth.
"I was going to ask if you got this idea from H.P Lovecraft." She said in a bored tone. To which we both winced.
"Ah, so this idea came from those books." Hermione said and when she turned around we both sighed in relief. Those things are more dangerous the more you know about them, it is one of those things that the saying 'Ignorance is bliss' is more of a fact. After all she doesn't need to know that the books she was talking about is more of a warning than fiction, after all the man is a known seer.
"Anyways, we came in here to say hello, and to let you know you should buy gold bye." Azrael spoke rapidly turning a corner and out the door, with me running right behind him.
As I am almost out the door I see a book that should not be here 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone'.
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That bastard.
As I stand there, stunned, Hermione walks up to me with a quirked eyebrow.
"Have you read it? It came out recently and I finished reading it last night. Coincidentally there is a character with my name in it. Also some one with your friend's name, Draco. Wait did Azrael write this?" Hermione, bless her heart, spoke all of this so quickly that I couldn't keep up until the last sentence, to which I grit my teeth and replied.
"Yep that bastard wrote it." And picked up the book and went to buy it. Only to stop realize it would be a waist of money, and bought anyways. Hermione giving me a look that would make me blush had I been a tad more sane.
And wasn't that a shock, Azrael wasn't the only one to change. I had, through whatever combination of events, gone and developed a childish crush on my brother; someone who I had known ever since I was born in my last life, who had thrown himself in front of me when that semitruck rammed into the front of our car, who balled his eyes out thinking he got me killed, and who went out of his way to make sure I would be learned enough to make myself powerful enough to protect my self. Perhaps this childish crush is a bit more than that.
When I return to the door Azrael is standing there pouting. To which I smack him with the book, much to Hermione's indignation, give it to him and start walking out of the library.
"I expect that to be returned to me signed in pristine condition." I tell him as I walk down the street. To which he gives me a dry look.
"And why, pray tell, should I after you hit me with it?" He asked me with a hint of a smile on his face.
"Because, I'm your dear sister who you simply can't say no to." I told him while deploying puppy dog eyes. Which only made his smile grow soft, and his eyes showed something other than mischief. To which, I realize, even he doesn't know what the emotion is himself.
"Ya, you're right, I can't say no to you." After he says that we hear a cough behind us and turn around to see Hermione fallowing us with a dubious look.
"You know, if I didn't know better, I would say the two of you look like a story book couple." She says and then looks more surprised by our reactions than anything. And if the heat in my cheeks says anything, she realized that I did in fact wish for us to not merely look like one. my brother's reaction on the other hand.
"Hey, only I'm allowed to make story book jokes about us!" He then had the audacity to cackle like a madman in public.
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(Surry)
We now go to a young boy walking down the street, he had messy black hair, emerald green eyes, a scar that looked reminiscent of a lightning bolt on his forehead, and bruises on his face. This was a 10 year old Harry Potter who just got away from his cousin Dudley and was on his way to a library, hopefully to get away from the Dursleys for a little longer.
As he enters the building something catches his eyes that he was not expecting. A book with his name on the cover and a rough drawing of him. Picking it up he opens it and starts reading it, then reads it some more, until he is fully invested in it. He reads of a friendly Half-giant, of goblins and fortune, of a rude blond boy, of a red train, of a friendly red haired boy if a tad rude, a bossy but kind girl, the same blond causing more problems, of a castle that was a sight to behold, of feasts of food, of classes on magic, and the red head being a prat to the kind but bossy girl.
He vows to himself that if he finds himself in a similar situation he would tell off the red head then go console the girl. Then he continues to read about a troll in the castle, of saving the girl, learning of a stone that could turn lead into gold, of a baby dragon, of trials, going to save the stone, of a man that killed the boy's parents, returning as a hero, then being forced to return to the Dursleys. When he returns to the Dursleys that night he gets a good smack to the face then shoved into his cupboard under the stairs without a meal. However, he goes to sleep with hope, hope that he will get a letter addressed to him, the same hope many 11 year old's and children younger have. The hope that, they too, can go to a castle to learn magic.
Many will have their heart crushed, that they won't be able to learn magic. But others will find that on their 11th birthday there is a owl waiting to deliver a letter to them. The adults however, those in Britain at least, will recognize the date described as Voldemort downfall, was the same day that they saw hundreds of owls flying in the sky, sowing a seed of doubt in their minds. Is the world truly as they see it or is there a whole world hidden from them.
Those in power will recognize the world described in the book and bring it to their local ministry of magic. Who will begin looking for a J.K. Rowling, only to find they don't exist. The magical world will be introduced to the book by squibs who live in the muggle world, muggle-borns who frequent the muggle world, and pure bloods who herd about it from higher ups in the ministry. And as one Rita Skitter says 'how much is the truth and how much is lies. Is this J.K. Rowling a seer who is trying to warn us, or is she truly a muggle who just wanted to write a story?' non of them thinking that the writer just wanted to play a prank, and what better prank than to tell a story before it happens.
All of this happening within the year before the twins make their way to said castle.
(back to Aisha)
when we returned home Azrael went to sign my new book, and I went to floo call the Malfoys. They had helped connect our fireplace to the floo network so we wouldn't have to use a portkey every time. I had asked them if we could come over in a bit and they had agreed. Azrael had came back with two books instead of one and handed me one of them, it was different from the one I bought, it had a hard cover with gold lettering instead of the paper cover, and it was covered in black leather. Opening it up I saw that, not only was signed by Azrael, but hand written by him. I had teared up a little when I realized that. Flipping through it I realized that I was enchanted to have never ending pages and went on to all 7 years then was blank. When I gave him a questioning look he explained.
"The leather is wyvern hide, or dragon depending on who you ask, the runic sequence is on the inside of the cover to make it look like a decoration and will be keyed to you, to anyone else it will just end at whatever book I have released last, the books will automatically be added as they are written so you can read as I write. If you open the back cover It will act like a paired book so we can talk if we are ever separated, the ink will disappear when we go to write to the other. If you think about wanting to write for more privet reasons and open it from the middle it will open to the first blank page for you to write whatever you want, you can even divide it by the diary part or your personal grimoire. To key it to you, bite your thumb and smear the blood over the letters while pushing your magic through it." he had explained to me and had me bind it.
When my blood smears on the letters they absorbed the blood then started to shift. what was left was 'Aisha Moirai' in gold letters that were softly glowing white. Then I felt a bond to it and when I did I looked at Azrael with the question on my lips, only for him to cut me off.
"That bond you feel is a connection to your soul scape, so if you don't want it out you can store it with your soul. All you have to do is will it to return." When I put it away I look at him and hug the hell out of him.
"How long did it take you to make that?" I had asked him with tears in the corner of my eyes.
"Eh, a few years. But I was working on two of them so." he answered me with a small smile on his face. And in return I gave him a bright one.
"lets go we are going to Draco's place." I told him while pulling him along, and into the fire.
Little did I know, our parents were there watching the whole time.
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There stands the parents of the twins. Jessica, and Alex stood there looking slightly exasperated, and worried.
"What is on your mind dear?" Alex had asked his wife, noticing that she was worried about something.
"It is Azrael. There are times where I feel like he is not all there." Jessica had told Alex after a moment of thought.
"Not worried about their love life?" Alex asked, joking. To which his wife snorted.
"Firstly, they are to young for that." She had explained raising a finger.
"Secondly, we couldn't stop them even if we wanted to." She had said with a wince.
"Which is the problem. Alex, he, Azrael, thought it would be funny to publish a story that took place in a alternate reality. About the next 7 years they are at Hogwarts, and to say that it is dangerous would be an under statement." She had said all of this with tears hiding at the corner of her eyes, and her hands shaking.
"In their fist year alone there is a troll and Voldemort in the castle. And the other years are just as dangerous if not more so." Tears begin to fall from her eyes now and so Alex wraps her in a hug.
"Then there's Azrael, who, ever sense he became a shade, seams to only be here when Aisha is, and I mean here mentality. And I don't know if it is a bad thing or not." She was balling her eyes out at this point. The worry that she has been bottling up for the past year finally at a point that it was overwhelming her.
"Dear." Alex posed making sure that he had his wife's attention.
"I think that the reason that he looks like he is not all there is because of how his soul is connected to his body. He once told me that the body as similar to a shell and a puppet. That the soul is both housed by the body and on another plain of existence, and is connected to the body by many strings." He took a pause to both let the woman he loves prosses what he said, and to catch his breath.
"I think that because he now has a weak connection to his body, and is now a soul that has a presence in the real world, that there are times where the connection to his body wavers." When he sees the blond relax a little he continues.
"You also have to realize that he is considered an undead now. And he may be coming to terms with that." When his wife tenses in his arms he quickly continues.
"Of course that is only what I think. I don't know how much of what I said is true, or if I'm even right in the first place. The only thing we can do is wait." After he says that he continues to console his wife for a little while longer.
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"YOU BLOODY DUMASS!" Lucius had yelled at the top of his lungs.
"LANGUIGE LUCIUS!" Narcissa had then yelled at the patriarch.
"You two are going to be the death of me." Draco had murmured after letting out a long sigh. All of this happening while I was cackling like my screws were loose, and Aisha smacking the back of my head.
"ow." I had murmured while rubbing my head.
"No cackling like a Madman." Aisha demanded to which I pouted while crossing my arms.
"Why did you do that?" Narcissa asked while rubbing the bridge of her nose.
"Because it would be funny. Besides that isn't going to happen, mine and Aisha's mere existence should change the future just enough that it won't play out the same. And if it does, that means either there are people manipulating things, or gods manipulating things." I had stated like it was an every day occurrence. Only to get strange looks from the Malfoys.
"Why would Lady Magic get involved?" Lucius had rhetorically asked. So I answered him.
"You mean other than the fact the boy is one of her favorites?" I asked and they all looked at me funny.
"It is true, I mean in his 3rd year he was able to make a fully corporeal Patronus. If that isn't favoritism then I don't know what is." After I had practically ranted I see the 'AR' pop up with the message.
'AR'- Who said that that boy is my favorite?
"Oh please if that boy isn't you favorite then who is, and don't say Merlin." I had said out loud only to get worried looks from the Malfoys.
"Is he sane or is he speaking to himself?" Draco asked Aisha with murmured words.
"Oh please you and I both know neither of us are sane. Azrael just shows it." Aisha had answered him with a tone that suggested this wasn't the first time she said it.
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