[History of Magic] Term 2: Lesson I

[Mozess Mirari]

Mozess had been sitting in the shadows of an oak tree, but when the shimmering illusion of Harry Potter cast a petrifying spell she moved forward a bit to get a better look. She had heard all the stories about the golden boy, but petrifying some sniveling infestation of warts seemed slightly unusual compared to how glorious and kind everyone made him out to be. She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, awaiting the scene's continuance.

[Carrie McEwan]

There wasn't a wizard alive who hadn't heard or retold the Harry Potter story more than once.. and here was the boy who lived - in their History of Magic classroom - illusion or no illusion, it was still impressive and slightly daunting. Carrie had obviously seen countless pictures of him, but it was nothing to seeing him life-size and exactly how he would have appeared almost a century ago.

Once the impact had worn off, she had the chance to look at him properly and realise how young he actually was. This boy, only a year or so older than her, had the weight of the world on his shoulders - everything had depended on him - something Carrie realised, she would probably never been able to cope with.

Her slight frown immediately disappeared at the sight of Wormtail - the coward, the betrayer, the willing servant - her eyes narrowed in almost hate. When was this scene in the Harry Potter story? And what was it's significance? - questions burning in her mind, and hopefully to be answered as more of the scene unfolds.