(HP) In the Beginning - One-Shot
Title: In the Beginning
Fandom: Harry Potter
Genre: General, Mystery
Warnings: None Applicable
Summary: Lore of Magic.
A/N: Just part of something I thought up.
This is marks the beginning of my restructuring of all my blogs. Consolidation time!
“Wizarding lore is a curious thing, especially regarding the history of our roots. While Beedle the Bard is known for his quest for well-known fairy tales and putting them to pen, little attention is given to the lore behind all actions and consequences other than amusing historical anecdotes regarding notable figures in history. I felt compelled to search for the beginning.
“I was raised in a small, wizarding family composed of eight people: my grandparents from both my mother’s and my father’s side, my two parents, an older brother, and me. As the youngest, I was often quite captivated by the actions around me. I would often beg my grandparents to tell me stories, which they did without any hesitancy, often regaling me of lewd tales inappropriate for a child. Before long, they ran out of life stories, yet I kept pestering them, my parents, and even my older brother for more. Eventually my grandparents from my mother’s side relented and told me a story of such distinctness, I was captivated. Yet, they would never tell it to me again.
“Apparently, my family are what is called Light. My mother, however, a pureblood, came from a Dark bloodline that weakened and changed until it was a hazy Light; however, she still had quite the knack for Dark spells and other magics under that mantle. My father, on the other hand, was of pure Light lineage, muddled by Muggle-borns here and there. He was the fourth generation of a half-blood. They held no candle to wizarding lore, caring little for it. I would later learn why.
“Since my mother was of Dark lineage, they knew of wizarding lore. The tale that my grandparents had told me of was, I would learn, at the core of it. This lore wasn’t a conglomeration of superstitions fueled by incomprehension of outside forces and magic. It explained every person’s actions, and already spelled the consequences.
“I would search high and low for that story, just to hear it one more time, since my father and his parents forbid another telling of it. I soon found that those of Dark background knew the wizarding lore, especially those who were the purest possible in Dark wizards and witches. They did not scoff at it, but regarded it, especially the properly trained ones, as prophetic. Nevertheless, I could not listen to it, as it was strict custom to pass the wizarding lore from mouth-to-mouth down ones line, not to outsiders.
“Learning of my predicament, a wizarding couple approached me. They were each of quasi-Light and -Dark background, and told me what was passed down from generation to generation in strictest wording. However, they charged me that I was to never share this outside, otherwise the consequences would be so severe, it would take one’s breath away. I would shortly learn of their demise, caused by a supposedly impossible occurrence during the witch’s pregnancy, leading to the both the husband’s and wife’s death. I conclude that their death occurred because they themselves had broken the unspoken magical law, and suffered for it.
“I know that as I pen these words, that same magical law that is applied to me and I am bound to is already planning my death. I can only hope that this is never to find the light again, hidden in my chamber several schoinos under the ground.
“The following is the foundation of the wizarding lore that guides the life of all beings, and the last of my energy is to be devoted to it.
“-Euboia.
“In the beginning, three planes converged to form our world.
“Before the beginning, Magic created the Kingdom to house all creation.
“Before the Kingdom, Magic stood infinite.
“Magic created all things, formed all things, imbued all things with life, and some of each kind were bestowed with his essence so that they would become Magic’s envoys for each kind of things.
“One group of envoys were known to wield words of power, and held dominating sway over their counterparts, although other kinds’ envoys were not so. They challenged Magic, crying for self-rule, rejecting Magic and Magic’s sovereignty. Magic responded in kind, and vanished from the Kingdom, whose last words rang thus, “Khre Ghoe.” Vengeance.
“The usurpers tried to establish control over the other kinds, but the other envoys did not respond well to those efforts. They overthrew the usurpers, and left to explore the rest of the Kingdom, staking out their land allotment.
“The Kingdom dissolved, disappeared from existence and slowly from memory after the passing of the beginning’s generation. Magic’s essence manifested in different forms, creating three planes of existence. Some of the envoys were cursed, cursed to lead unnatural existences. These are what are known as magical creatures, in whose offspring the curse would manifest itself into something unsightly and horrifying, and some were to live for a long while yet. Other envoys would be cursed to till the ground; these were known as the magical plants. The usurpers, however, came to be known as magical humans, or wizards and witches, whose counterparts were called humans, or Muggles. These were not immediately affected.
“Three generations, or periods of time, passed, and humans started to show signs of Magic’s essence that were before then exclusive to magical humans only, the envoys. These came to be called Muggle-born magical humans. These unnatural magical humans were the curse for the envoys, who will be destroyed by them. These ones will weaken the essence present within the envoys and their descendants until any and all envoys called magical humans will be no more. When the magical humans are no more, the unnatural Muggle-born magical humans will cease to exist as well.
“During the passing of generations, magical humans will oppress the other envoys and the envoys’ descendants, continuing their usurping. With the introduction of the Muggle-born magical humans, tensions will escalate, and all the envoys of all things and the envoys’ descendants will slowly die out, because the Muggle-born magical humans are poison, poison designed to destroy and kill the present desires bred and ran wild in the envoys and the envoys’ descendants, poison designed to regress the system of things formed and cultivated after the disappearance of the Kingdom.
“At the conclusion of the regression of the system of things, Magic will return to catalyze the process. Then all will know “Khre Ghoe,” Vengeance.
“After the end of all things, Magic will be infinite, and remain infinite.”
Hermione closed the book; she was decidedly shaken.
Molly huffed. “I told you so,” she said tartly, and left the room to start cooking dinner.
“That,” Harry said slowly, “didn’t have a very favorable relation of the world.”
“Right,” Ron said.
The rest said nothing in the awkward silence, until James broke it: “Why was Grandma so against it, then, if only Dark wizards and witches knew about it?”
Hermione cautiously looked at Ron, who did not looked inclined to answer any time soon. Therefore, she took it upon herself, since she knew Harry and Ginny did not know, to explain: “It’s because the Prewetts were originally Dark wizards until a few hundred years ago they became a Light family. Therefore Molly would know at least the rudiments of it.”
“Oh.” James frowned. He rubbed his eyes. It was quite obvious he was bored, now, of the story since no more was forthcoming. “I’m going to go upstairs and finish my summer homework.”
“Go ahead,” Ginny said, and James scampered out of the room.
Hermione waited awhile before speaking. “Don’t you think the tale is strange, kind of like The Tale of Three Brothers? Euboia did refer to Beedle the Bard. Euboia must be Greek, because Euboia is a Greek island, so that word ‘schoinos’ must be some Greek word, but I don’t know about ‘Khre Ghoe’…”
” ‘Mione, please, don’t speak like we’re actually going to unravel it!” Ron exclaimed. “We already had enough of that for a lifetime when we were horcrux-hunting and searching for all the Hallows. Just being reminded of that hurts,” he admitted.
Hermione’s face became pinched, and Ginny rested her hand on Harry’s arm.
“It’s not as if when I analyze this, it will happen. It would take at least centuries more until any ‘dying out’ occurs.”
“But Hermione,” Ginny said, “you still don’t know more about wizarding lore, and I doubt any Dark wizard will be inclined to tell you since you’re Muggle-born, and are the reason for their extinction.”
“Yeah, that may be so, Ginny, but you pureblood Light wizards and witches would also fall under that same category. Muggle-borns are ruining your bloodline, or at least the magic in the blood,” Harry responded. “Hermione, didn’t you survey the ratio of Muggle-borns, half-bloods, and purebloods in the Wizarding world?”
Hermione immediately looked cross. “It didn’t turn out too well.”
“Like SPEW,” Ron muttered, to which Hermione hit him on the head. “Ow! What was that for? You know I’m right!”
“It is S.P.E.W.,” she told him firmly.
Ron scowled. “Fine. That.”
Ginny rolled her eyes at their antics, while Harry just chuckled. But inside he was worried. He didn’t quite have a saving-people thing ow because there wasn’t much he could save anymore by himself, such as the poor, but he worried about what the lore had prophesied. It was eerily uncomfortably considering his experience with that other prophecy. Too many people died for that fulfillment; if this next one comes to fruition sooner than predicted, who would die now? It was a funereal thought.
No, he told himself firmly, Hermione said it wouldn’t, couldn’t possibly, occur until a few hundred years later. He couldn’t do much now, or anything at all, because it sounded self-fulfilling, and, really, he had to hand it to the “Magic” person for making such a dire prophecy. Wizards at witches, he knew, prided themselves of their magic, forsaking adaptable Muggle techniques and relied on their magical powers. Diluting and diminishing their power using Muggle-borns until they were gone would be the ultimate, most humiliating punishment.
However, Harry didn’t like how the guy Euboia wrote of Muggle-borns as if they were instruments without feelings. Sometimes the purebloods loved the Muggle-borns, to which Ron and Hermione could attest to.
But what if that is the purpose of Muggle-borns? To seduce the purebloods and weaken their lines until all the magic is gone?
From what Euboia wrote, when Magic came back, it would wipe out the entire Earth, or all existence until it was alone. Again, like before Magic made the universe.
“How did you know how to pronounce Magic’s last words? Was it in another kind of Greek, say, Ancient Greek or some dialectal written variant?” Harry asked Hermione.
“As I said before, I don’t know. According to Ancient Greek transliteration, it would be written in the Roman alphabet K-H-R-E and G-H-O-E. Euboia always wrote in standard Ancient Greek cursive ‘vengeance,’ which I can only assume is the translation into Greek. There aren’t any pronunciations given,” Hermione confessed. “My Greek isn’t that great, since I only spent a month at Athens. Even then, people spoke English, since it is the universal language.”
“Let’s just assume it is ‘KREH GO,’ ” Ginny suggested. “That is how we would see it and pronounce it as.”
“Fair enough.”
Ron sighed and leaned back. “Do we really have to discuss some lame lore that’s Dark? Come on, it’s Dark, and we all know no good comes from Dark stuff. ‘Sides,” he continued hurriedly when he saw Hermione open her mouth, “Mum must have known something about it to not want it to be heard, especially since James was in the room. We could have been brainwashing James for all we know.”
“If Mrs. Weaseley did not want to hear it,” Hermione said archly, “she was certainly welcome not to, nor did she have to stay and listen.”
“Hey! That’s my mum you’re talking about! Don’t you say that!”
“I’m sure Mum had her reasons,” Ginny interjected, “and personal ones at that. Let’s not target her. Why don’t we go in the kitchen to see whether dinner is done or not? Hugo and Rose should be coming home soon; maybe we can make an impromptu game of Quidditch?”
Ron brightened at the mention of food and Quidditch.
“Sure, but no Seekers! We all know that Harry will always catch it,” he said firmly, giving the aforementioned a pointed look. Harry raised an eyebrow in response.
“Are you trying to say something?”
Ginny, however, looked at her brother archly, “So you think that I am not a good enough Seeker, brother dear?”
Harry and Hermione laughed as Ron spluttered in his defense.
“Come on, Ron, Ginny has gotten you there. Let’s go, then.”
They all got up and left the living room towards the kitchen area.
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A/N: I most likely will not write a sequel to this. I've thought up quite a few scenarios to make this a long story (which was the original point), but in the end I decided to let go of it. I like it this way. The possibilities, I think, are plenty. I may make a sequel once I figure out who I want the antagonist to be.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Genre: General, Mystery
Warnings: None Applicable
Summary: Lore of Magic.
A/N: Just part of something I thought up.
This is marks the beginning of my restructuring of all my blogs. Consolidation time!
“Wizarding lore is a curious thing, especially regarding the history of our roots. While Beedle the Bard is known for his quest for well-known fairy tales and putting them to pen, little attention is given to the lore behind all actions and consequences other than amusing historical anecdotes regarding notable figures in history. I felt compelled to search for the beginning.
“I was raised in a small, wizarding family composed of eight people: my grandparents from both my mother’s and my father’s side, my two parents, an older brother, and me. As the youngest, I was often quite captivated by the actions around me. I would often beg my grandparents to tell me stories, which they did without any hesitancy, often regaling me of lewd tales inappropriate for a child. Before long, they ran out of life stories, yet I kept pestering them, my parents, and even my older brother for more. Eventually my grandparents from my mother’s side relented and told me a story of such distinctness, I was captivated. Yet, they would never tell it to me again.
“Apparently, my family are what is called Light. My mother, however, a pureblood, came from a Dark bloodline that weakened and changed until it was a hazy Light; however, she still had quite the knack for Dark spells and other magics under that mantle. My father, on the other hand, was of pure Light lineage, muddled by Muggle-borns here and there. He was the fourth generation of a half-blood. They held no candle to wizarding lore, caring little for it. I would later learn why.
“Since my mother was of Dark lineage, they knew of wizarding lore. The tale that my grandparents had told me of was, I would learn, at the core of it. This lore wasn’t a conglomeration of superstitions fueled by incomprehension of outside forces and magic. It explained every person’s actions, and already spelled the consequences.
“I would search high and low for that story, just to hear it one more time, since my father and his parents forbid another telling of it. I soon found that those of Dark background knew the wizarding lore, especially those who were the purest possible in Dark wizards and witches. They did not scoff at it, but regarded it, especially the properly trained ones, as prophetic. Nevertheless, I could not listen to it, as it was strict custom to pass the wizarding lore from mouth-to-mouth down ones line, not to outsiders.
“Learning of my predicament, a wizarding couple approached me. They were each of quasi-Light and -Dark background, and told me what was passed down from generation to generation in strictest wording. However, they charged me that I was to never share this outside, otherwise the consequences would be so severe, it would take one’s breath away. I would shortly learn of their demise, caused by a supposedly impossible occurrence during the witch’s pregnancy, leading to the both the husband’s and wife’s death. I conclude that their death occurred because they themselves had broken the unspoken magical law, and suffered for it.
“I know that as I pen these words, that same magical law that is applied to me and I am bound to is already planning my death. I can only hope that this is never to find the light again, hidden in my chamber several schoinos under the ground.
“The following is the foundation of the wizarding lore that guides the life of all beings, and the last of my energy is to be devoted to it.
“-Euboia.
“In the beginning, three planes converged to form our world.
“Before the beginning, Magic created the Kingdom to house all creation.
“Before the Kingdom, Magic stood infinite.
“Magic created all things, formed all things, imbued all things with life, and some of each kind were bestowed with his essence so that they would become Magic’s envoys for each kind of things.
“One group of envoys were known to wield words of power, and held dominating sway over their counterparts, although other kinds’ envoys were not so. They challenged Magic, crying for self-rule, rejecting Magic and Magic’s sovereignty. Magic responded in kind, and vanished from the Kingdom, whose last words rang thus, “Khre Ghoe.” Vengeance.
“The usurpers tried to establish control over the other kinds, but the other envoys did not respond well to those efforts. They overthrew the usurpers, and left to explore the rest of the Kingdom, staking out their land allotment.
“The Kingdom dissolved, disappeared from existence and slowly from memory after the passing of the beginning’s generation. Magic’s essence manifested in different forms, creating three planes of existence. Some of the envoys were cursed, cursed to lead unnatural existences. These are what are known as magical creatures, in whose offspring the curse would manifest itself into something unsightly and horrifying, and some were to live for a long while yet. Other envoys would be cursed to till the ground; these were known as the magical plants. The usurpers, however, came to be known as magical humans, or wizards and witches, whose counterparts were called humans, or Muggles. These were not immediately affected.
“Three generations, or periods of time, passed, and humans started to show signs of Magic’s essence that were before then exclusive to magical humans only, the envoys. These came to be called Muggle-born magical humans. These unnatural magical humans were the curse for the envoys, who will be destroyed by them. These ones will weaken the essence present within the envoys and their descendants until any and all envoys called magical humans will be no more. When the magical humans are no more, the unnatural Muggle-born magical humans will cease to exist as well.
“During the passing of generations, magical humans will oppress the other envoys and the envoys’ descendants, continuing their usurping. With the introduction of the Muggle-born magical humans, tensions will escalate, and all the envoys of all things and the envoys’ descendants will slowly die out, because the Muggle-born magical humans are poison, poison designed to destroy and kill the present desires bred and ran wild in the envoys and the envoys’ descendants, poison designed to regress the system of things formed and cultivated after the disappearance of the Kingdom.
“At the conclusion of the regression of the system of things, Magic will return to catalyze the process. Then all will know “Khre Ghoe,” Vengeance.
“After the end of all things, Magic will be infinite, and remain infinite.”
Hermione closed the book; she was decidedly shaken.
Molly huffed. “I told you so,” she said tartly, and left the room to start cooking dinner.
“That,” Harry said slowly, “didn’t have a very favorable relation of the world.”
“Right,” Ron said.
The rest said nothing in the awkward silence, until James broke it: “Why was Grandma so against it, then, if only Dark wizards and witches knew about it?”
Hermione cautiously looked at Ron, who did not looked inclined to answer any time soon. Therefore, she took it upon herself, since she knew Harry and Ginny did not know, to explain: “It’s because the Prewetts were originally Dark wizards until a few hundred years ago they became a Light family. Therefore Molly would know at least the rudiments of it.”
“Oh.” James frowned. He rubbed his eyes. It was quite obvious he was bored, now, of the story since no more was forthcoming. “I’m going to go upstairs and finish my summer homework.”
“Go ahead,” Ginny said, and James scampered out of the room.
Hermione waited awhile before speaking. “Don’t you think the tale is strange, kind of like The Tale of Three Brothers? Euboia did refer to Beedle the Bard. Euboia must be Greek, because Euboia is a Greek island, so that word ‘schoinos’ must be some Greek word, but I don’t know about ‘Khre Ghoe’…”
” ‘Mione, please, don’t speak like we’re actually going to unravel it!” Ron exclaimed. “We already had enough of that for a lifetime when we were horcrux-hunting and searching for all the Hallows. Just being reminded of that hurts,” he admitted.
Hermione’s face became pinched, and Ginny rested her hand on Harry’s arm.
“It’s not as if when I analyze this, it will happen. It would take at least centuries more until any ‘dying out’ occurs.”
“But Hermione,” Ginny said, “you still don’t know more about wizarding lore, and I doubt any Dark wizard will be inclined to tell you since you’re Muggle-born, and are the reason for their extinction.”
“Yeah, that may be so, Ginny, but you pureblood Light wizards and witches would also fall under that same category. Muggle-borns are ruining your bloodline, or at least the magic in the blood,” Harry responded. “Hermione, didn’t you survey the ratio of Muggle-borns, half-bloods, and purebloods in the Wizarding world?”
Hermione immediately looked cross. “It didn’t turn out too well.”
“Like SPEW,” Ron muttered, to which Hermione hit him on the head. “Ow! What was that for? You know I’m right!”
“It is S.P.E.W.,” she told him firmly.
Ron scowled. “Fine. That.”
Ginny rolled her eyes at their antics, while Harry just chuckled. But inside he was worried. He didn’t quite have a saving-people thing ow because there wasn’t much he could save anymore by himself, such as the poor, but he worried about what the lore had prophesied. It was eerily uncomfortably considering his experience with that other prophecy. Too many people died for that fulfillment; if this next one comes to fruition sooner than predicted, who would die now? It was a funereal thought.
No, he told himself firmly, Hermione said it wouldn’t, couldn’t possibly, occur until a few hundred years later. He couldn’t do much now, or anything at all, because it sounded self-fulfilling, and, really, he had to hand it to the “Magic” person for making such a dire prophecy. Wizards at witches, he knew, prided themselves of their magic, forsaking adaptable Muggle techniques and relied on their magical powers. Diluting and diminishing their power using Muggle-borns until they were gone would be the ultimate, most humiliating punishment.
However, Harry didn’t like how the guy Euboia wrote of Muggle-borns as if they were instruments without feelings. Sometimes the purebloods loved the Muggle-borns, to which Ron and Hermione could attest to.
But what if that is the purpose of Muggle-borns? To seduce the purebloods and weaken their lines until all the magic is gone?
From what Euboia wrote, when Magic came back, it would wipe out the entire Earth, or all existence until it was alone. Again, like before Magic made the universe.
“How did you know how to pronounce Magic’s last words? Was it in another kind of Greek, say, Ancient Greek or some dialectal written variant?” Harry asked Hermione.
“As I said before, I don’t know. According to Ancient Greek transliteration, it would be written in the Roman alphabet K-H-R-E and G-H-O-E. Euboia always wrote in standard Ancient Greek cursive ‘vengeance,’ which I can only assume is the translation into Greek. There aren’t any pronunciations given,” Hermione confessed. “My Greek isn’t that great, since I only spent a month at Athens. Even then, people spoke English, since it is the universal language.”
“Let’s just assume it is ‘KREH GO,’ ” Ginny suggested. “That is how we would see it and pronounce it as.”
“Fair enough.”
Ron sighed and leaned back. “Do we really have to discuss some lame lore that’s Dark? Come on, it’s Dark, and we all know no good comes from Dark stuff. ‘Sides,” he continued hurriedly when he saw Hermione open her mouth, “Mum must have known something about it to not want it to be heard, especially since James was in the room. We could have been brainwashing James for all we know.”
“If Mrs. Weaseley did not want to hear it,” Hermione said archly, “she was certainly welcome not to, nor did she have to stay and listen.”
“Hey! That’s my mum you’re talking about! Don’t you say that!”
“I’m sure Mum had her reasons,” Ginny interjected, “and personal ones at that. Let’s not target her. Why don’t we go in the kitchen to see whether dinner is done or not? Hugo and Rose should be coming home soon; maybe we can make an impromptu game of Quidditch?”
Ron brightened at the mention of food and Quidditch.
“Sure, but no Seekers! We all know that Harry will always catch it,” he said firmly, giving the aforementioned a pointed look. Harry raised an eyebrow in response.
“Are you trying to say something?”
Ginny, however, looked at her brother archly, “So you think that I am not a good enough Seeker, brother dear?”
Harry and Hermione laughed as Ron spluttered in his defense.
“Come on, Ron, Ginny has gotten you there. Let’s go, then.”
They all got up and left the living room towards the kitchen area.
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A/N: I most likely will not write a sequel to this. I've thought up quite a few scenarios to make this a long story (which was the original point), but in the end I decided to let go of it. I like it this way. The possibilities, I think, are plenty. I may make a sequel once I figure out who I want the antagonist to be.