Chapter 3: The Magi

Chapter 3: The Magi

Ron and Hermione looked back at Draco, who was mumbling a selection of very colorful phrases. Ginny and Neville looked utterly shocked. The only one who looked remotely calm and collected was Neve. She was filing her nails.

"What the hell was that about?" Ron asked.

"What I want to know is how they both managed to do that," Hermione said. Neve sighed, making her presence known.

"I thought it would be obvious. Especially from what Aurora told me about your Potions class today," she said. Everyone looked at her. Draco had made his way over to the table. He put his hand down in front of Neve, who stopped filing her nails. She looked up at Draco.

"How did your sister do that?" he demanded, looking infuriated. Neve frowned at him. She'd grown a particular distaste for three things at Hogwarts: Peeves the poltergeist, Arithmancy, and Draco Malfoy. She didn't care if he was her sister's boyfriend.

"My sister is a Soliopath and a telepath. Apparently, so is Harry. The difference between the two is that Aurora is a little more in control of hers. Harry, I guess, is probably just realizing he has this ability. Soliopathy runs in my family along with numerous other things. I guess you can say we are just a gifted bunch. Telepathy isn't as prominent in my family, but my grandmother was once a Seer before she became headmistress of Meloni."

"Where do you think Onsu's taking them?" Ginny asked. Ron and Hermione shrugged.

"Probably to Dumbledore's office," Draco snorted distastefully. Hermione rolled her eyes. She'd become exceptionally good at that.

"I hope they're not in trouble," Ginny said. Ron stood up. He began moving towards the door. Hermione, Neville, Neve, Ginny, and Draco followed him with their eyes.

"And where do you think you're going?" Hermione asked.

"To follow them." And with that Ron was gone. Hermione sighed and ran after him along with Draco, Neve, Ginny, and Neville.

"And you call yourself a prefect," Hermione growled. Ron sighed.

Onsu stopped in front of the entrance to Dumbledore's office. Harry and Aurora still had blank looks on their faces.

"Ferret feces," Onsu said. Aurora made a face at the new password for his office. The gargoyle hopped aside, revealing the stone staircase. Onsu began walking up it and the two students followed. Onsu knocked on the door.

"Come in," a merry voice said. Onsu entered with the two students.

"Good afternoon, Headmaster," Onsu said. Harry still had an aversion towards Dumbledore and believed he would for the rest of his life if he could help it.

"Good afternoon, Catriona. What brings you to my office?" Dumbledore asked jovially. He sounded so unusually happy. Onsu stepped aside, revealing Aurora and Harry. Dumbledore looked directly at Harry, which shocked the latter. "Ah, Harry and Aurora. What is the trouble?"

"These two seem to have the ability to do wandless magic, Headmaster," Onsu said disdainfully. Dumbledore surveyed the two students intently. Harry wondered what was so bad about being able to stop a curse without using your wand.

"Ah, I see. Catriona, leave me with them," Dumbledore said. Onsu nodded and left the room, heading back to her class.

Down in the hallway, Ron noticed Onsu coming down the stairs. He told the other five to hide behind the wall. Onsu passed them. They then found themselves staring up at the gargoyle.

"Bugger!" Ron said. Hermione eyed him.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I don't know the bloody password," he said. Draco sighed.

"Chocolate Frogs! Skiving Snackboxes! Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans! Sherbet Lemon! Cockroach Cluster..." Ginny yelled everything she could think of. The gargoyle remained unmoved. It appeared to be mocking them.

"Nice try," Neve said, snickering. Ginny rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"Knowing Dumbledore, it'd probably be something like ferret feces," Draco said, crossing his arms. The gargoyle sprang to life and the other five looked at him.

"Ferret feces? You've got to be kidding me," Neville said.

"I was only kidding," Draco said, looking very confused. Ron led the other five up the stairs. The stopped at the door to listen.

"You might as well come in, Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore said. Ron's ears turned red as he opened the door. The six of them filed in. Harry and Aurora smiled. Draco immediately went over to where she was. Neve made a disgusted face and rolled her eyes at their display of affection.

"Sorry, Professor Dumbledore. We didn't mean to pry," Ron said.

"No, Mr. Weasley. You didn't mean to get caught prying. It's quite alright, though. I expect that whatever I was going to tell Harry and Aurora was eventually going to get to you all anyway. Now, back to business. There is no need to think you are in trouble. Please, have a seat all of you." Dumbledore conjured up some chairs and they all sat. "Now, what happened? Aurora, tell me first."

"Well, Professor, Harry was battling--" She began but Dumbledore cut her off.

"No. From the beginning, Miss Assante," he said. By Aurora's intake of breath, Harry knew she'd known what exactly had happened.

"Well, first, Harry sort of set Professor Snape on fire while trying to take up for me in Potions," she blurted out. Dumbledore nodded then turned his attention to Harry. Harry stared right back at him.

"And, Harry, how did you accomplish this feat?"

"I...don't know." That was the honest truth. Harry didn't know how he'd managed to do what Aurora said he did.

"Did you feel anything, think anything?" Dumbledore asked, intertwining his long fingers. Harry looked down.

"I felt a kind of heat behind my eyes. I was thinking that I would not like to see anything more than Snape burning in hell."

"Professor Snape, Harry. Then what happened?" Dumbledore asked in a placid voice. Harry sighed and made a face. Dumbledore figured he would do that. He could tell Harry was still highly pissed at him.

"Professor Snape's robes set on fire. I felt a kind of coldness behind my eyes and I shut them. Then the flames extinguished and the bell rang. In Professor Onsu's class, Harry and Draco were dueling," Aurora said. Dumbledore nodded, then looked at Draco.

"Did you say anything to provoke Harry, Draco?" he asked in a voice telling Draco that he was not accusing him of anything.

"No. I did manage to disarm him, though. I attacked him while he was down and he reversed the hex I threw at him. That's when Aurora jumped in front of me and blocked it with a sort of wall she put up with her arm. Then Potter blinked. It seemed like he was in a trance when he did what he did. It was almost like when he talked to that snake a couple of years ago," Draco said, crossing his arms. Dumbledore nodded again. He sat back in his chair and thought for a moment while everyone else was silent.

"Harry, Aurora, you both are Soliopaths. It is very rare and most common among women. I'm sure that Catriona told you what they are. Aurora, it seems that you have learned to control yours somewhat while Harry, you are just realizing that you have it. There is also something else that I must share with you. But first..." Dumbledore scribbled something on a piece of parchment and gave it to Fawkes, his phoenix. "Take this to Professor Onsu for me, please." The eight students looked utterly confused.

"What is it, Professor?" Aurora asked when Fawkes was gone.

"Well, another prophecy was made over the summer," Dumbledore said, removing his half moon spectacles and rubbing his eyes. Harry looked at Dumbledore at the mention of another prophecy.

"Let me guess; I'm involved," he said, sounding somewhat annoyed. Dumbledore nodded.

"The stranger thing is that so is Miss Assante here. It's on you, Aurora, and Voldemort." Dumbledore put his spectacles back on.

"Me? How, Professor?" Aurora said, slightly alarmed. Draco frowned, not liking the idea of her being in harm's way.

"The prophecy states that you, Harry, will need Aurora's help in order to defeat Voldemort. How, it does not specify," Dumbledore said.

"How can I possibly help Harry? He seems to be more capable to do it himself from the stories I have heard," Aurora said. Dumbledore nodded.

"Everything has an opposite, as I'm sure you already know. Just like everything that has a beginning has an end. The same applies to people. Every witch or wizard has a virtual opposite. Most people never meet theirs. I personally have never met mine. You two are opposites, Harry and Aurora. Because of this, the two of you together pose a greater threat to Voldemort than you can possibly imagine. You are like fire and water, so to speak. In order to be truly rid of you, Harry, Voldemort has to kill Aurora as well," Dumbledore said rather slowly. Neve gasped and clasped her hands over her mouth. She didn't like the thought of her sister dying.

"So now Aurora's on the 'hunted' list? Bloody hell! When does this end!" Harry yelled, throwing his hands up. Hermione and Ginny flinched at his outburst. Dumbledore made no move to reprimand Harry about his language, as he was sure that if he was in Harry's position that he'd act the exact same way. He instead sighed very deeply.

"You two especially are going to need special training. There is a group of witches and wizards that are ranked higher than Aurors and are highly secretive about their existence. They are called upon only in the most desperate of times. They are called the Magi. You could say that they are the cream of the crop, the crème de la crème of the wizarding world. They use magic, weapons, and hand-to-hand combat to achieve the goal. They even use Muggle weapons. I was hoping that we could've at least made it to Christmas without having to send you on your way, but under the circumstances..." Dumbledore said.

"So you want us to become a..." Harry began.

"A Magus for you, Harry. Aurora would be a Magas. Professor Onsu is a Magas and a very good one indeed. That is one of the reasons I appointed her. Mainly to watch over you and Aurora, though, Harry."

"Professor, you are going to send Harry and Aurora away?" Hermione asked.

"Yes. But, the reason you all are here is because I was hoping that I would not have to send these two alone. I think they both work better in groups anyway. I'm sure that Harry and Aurora wouldn't mind if you six joined them. But, it is purely and solely your choice," Dumbledore said, a twinkle in his eye.

"I'm all for it," Ron said without hesitation. There was absolutely no thought process. Ginny and Hermione nodded also. Neve and Neville nodded and so did Draco. Dumbledore smiled.

"Well, Harry and Aurora, you are certainly loved." That was when Onsu walked in with four others: two males and two females. The students turned to look at them. "Ah, Professor Onsu, welcome back. Catriona, if you would be so kind as to take this note to the head house-elf Dobby. He'll know what to do." Dumbledore handed Onsu a note and she left. The other four stayed.

"Students, these are four of the Magi: Aislin Douglas, Fionnula Onsu, Sloan Bowen and Drake Onsu. Fionnula and Drake are the siblings of Professor Onsu. Aislin and Sloan are great Magi in their own rights. They will be your trainers," Dumbledore said. Harry examined the other adults.

Aislin Douglas was a slender woman with platinum blonde hair much like Draco's and blue eyes. Her robes were all red. She looked like a very pleasant person, given what her job was. Fionnula Onsu was Catriona Onsu's twin sister. They looked exactly alike except that Fionnula's hair was much shorter and it covered her left eye. She also wore red robes. Sloan Bowen was very tall and muscular. He towered over everyone. He wore black robes. Drake Onsu was obviously older than the twins, but no less scary-looking. He had narrow eyes just like them and dark hair. He glared down his robes at the teenagers.

"It is done, Headmaster," Catriona Onsu said as she walked back in the office. Dumbledore nodded and rose from his seat. He picked up a trophy of some sort and whispered something. Harry assumed he'd just made it into a Portkey.

"Uh, Professor, what about our things and our parents?" Ginny asked.

"Owls have been sent concerning this, young Miss Weasley. They all gave their permission. See, I have been planning this since the summer. Your possessions have already been sent, thanks to Dobby. This Portkey is to an undisclosed location far from the school. No one but these four and I will know where you are. All of you grab hold. Good luck," Dumbledore said. The students crowded around the trophy and all grabbed hold.