Harry Potter: A Fan Fiction - Volume 1 Chapter 18 Separation
It was a chapter long but it actually occurred quite quickly and since everyone is busy with their own tasks nobody really paid attention to the work of others and thus failed to notice what had just occurred between the shocked professor Alric and the apathetic Viktor.
“We will talk in my office after your class in the afternoon. You can read this in the meantime.”
Professor Alric summoned another book in his hand and gave it to Viktor then walked away to continue guiding his other students. The class ended with everyone progressing through at least two or three tasks in the book earning the whole class a ‘good work’ praise from the professor.
Now off to the next class while thinking ‘History is going to be boring right? I mean I already know’.
The room was not too far and students can already be seen entering already. It was different from what Viktor expected. The room is filled with marble vases. Literally. As in each chair is assigned with one vase. Viktor came closer and his eyebrows raised. Cloudy silver water and rune stones, don’t tell me these are…
‘Pensieve! There’s so many!’
“Alright everyone please take a sit. I’ll be taking a bit of your time. The name is Hiro Doton, yes, I am Japanese and no those things in front of you are not pensieves. Well they do have similar functions but, those things are are ‘resievers’ they are designed to project the same memory that is being used in the main ‘transiever’ which is here in front of me. OK let’s just learn these things as we go. Let’s take a dive everyone and explore the wonders of the past.”
The students excitedly placed their face in the mouth of the resiever as their professor took a vial of memory from his bag and placed it on the transiever.
Inside a memory.
People wearing old European style clothing ran towards a house with torches and pitchforks. Yelling, cursing, and throwing whatever it was in their hands be it stone or fruit. Then a family of three are dragged outside their home, tied to a pole as they watch the people who were ones their neighbours burn their house claiming it to be cursed.
After the the house was burnt, it was the family’s turn. Screams of pain, pleading, and anguish filled the twilight sky as the thunder clouds in the horizon screamed in tandem to the burning family as if it was grieving.
A woman’s hands are tied behind her, slumped at a trapdoor of the gallows while people are throwing eggs and vegetables her way.
“Vanessa, do you confess of confiding with the devil and selling your soul in exchange for power?”
“I don’t know which devil you are talking about. I healed a man who was at death’s door and you accuse me of confiding with the devil? Are you out of your mind?”
The people grew quiet at her claim and began murmuring amongst themselves. Asking if what the woman called Vanessa is true.
“Firm your resolve my brethren for the devil will test your faith. Do not be blinded by the words of this….. This SPAWN.”
The priest quickly yelled seeing the change in the peoples behaviour. He pointed a handheld cross at Vanessa while muttering gibberish incantation which is obvious fake. Using his other hand he pulled a string connected to a contraption hidden in her clothes which is designed to drive a nail into her back.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”
Of course she screamed from the pain.
“Do you see…. Do you see how she reacts to the words of God!? Is the word of a person hated and abandoned by God something we can believe? Can you rest easy and sleep as she roam the streets eyeing your children!?”
The people grew agitated and afraid. They screamed and resumed throwing things towards the accused who looked like someone who lost her will as she slumped there motionless.
“”””””””””””””””””Hang her!”””””””””””””””””””
“”””””””””””””””””Burn her!””””””””””””””””””””
“Curse you all! May you and your children be damned to hell for your sons and the son of your sons will burn and die before your very eyes….”
She was hanged…. Then burnt….
Many similar scenes are shown and the students could only swallow their spit, clench their fist, gritt their teeth and some are simply thankful to not have been born in that era.
The scene changed.
It was like a meeting in the woods at night in front of a gigantic stone altar with strange markings.
“We must fight. We can’t hide forever. Sooner or later we will be discovered and when that time comes I am not willing to burn or hanged like some sheep. We are better than this. We are blessed by the world itself. Why must we hide! Wizards! Witches! Are you willing to fight for a future for your sons? Your daughters? Your loved ones?”
Roarrrrrrrrr*
Boom*
A ball of fire swooshed and fell in front of the black haired, sharp eyed woman who looked to be the leader of the group.
“Stop this Morgana, there is a better way… We could….”
“Spare me the lecture Merlin there is no going back. Now whose side are you on? Choose wisely…..”
“Ha! You will fail.”
With that the man called Merlin disappeared.