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Here it is! The longest chapter yet!! Break out the butterbeer! I’ll just let you get on with it, then.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, etc, etc. Except the majority of the history in this chapter. I did make that up.



Jade did not sleep well that night. Her dreams were restless, in which she searched through endless
shelves of bottles filled with eyes that watched her. For what she was searching, she was not sure, but annoying
ears of corn bounced around the room, threatening to alert some unknown danger. She woke with a start just as the
door to her dream-room began to open.

Jade stared about for a clock and was displeased to find she had slept well past dawn. This was the latest
she had slept since her arrival at Hogwarts. She had hoped to wake early enough to avoid Pansy, but a glance
across revealed an already-made bed and the shrill girl nowhere in sight. “I must be getting lazy,” Jade muttered.

“Either that or relaxed,” called Bea from the next bed.

“I would have gone with crazy, myself,” added Sally-Anne’s voice. “Talking to yourself and all.”

Bea protested, “I talk to myself all the time.”

“Exhibit A,” Sally-Anne declared.

Bea lobbed a pillow at her friend with a laugh. Jade, having had enough of the early-morning argument,
rolled out of bed almost gracefully and headed to the bathroom for her long-awaited shower.

A little while later, Jade made her way down to breakfast. Few people approached thanks to Sally-Anne
and Bea, whose glares fended off even the most resolute. They couldn’t stop the whispers, however, and Jade heard
a few so absurd she almost wanted to stop and listen closer. Almost. She reminded herself of Emily and wondered
what she could do to save her reputation this time.

Her first class was History of Magic. Jade recalled Draco saying he had already had this class, during the
time she had Divination. As she was the only Slytherin to take Divination, she was the only Slytherin whose
schedule placed History of Magic in this slot. Therefore she found herself following a group of Hufflepuff girls to
what she hoped was the History of Magic classroom, wavering between dread and resignation.

She entered the classroom and looked for an out-of-the-way seat. A few of the Hufflepuff girls were eyeing
her as piranhas might eye a particularly large cow that had wandered into their river. Taking a seat in the far
corner, Jade laid her new book, paper, quill, and ink on her desk. Then she buried her head in her arms and hoped
she looked as though she were taking a nap.

Her original, “bugger-off” method did not appear to have been working and, as she did not wish to be
known as the school’s biggest witch, she had decided to try a new method: ignore everyone.

“Are you Jade Salinas?” A bouncy voice interrupted her fake sleep. She did not respond or even lift her
head. “I heard you have weird magic,” the girl continued. Apparently Hufflepuffs did not mind being ignored.
“Can you control the weather? Could you flood the school? Are you and Draco Malfoy engaged? Did you move
here from Yugoslavia?”

‘Great,’ Jade thought bitterly. ‘Now my magic is public knowledge as well. And apparently I’m more
powerful than I thought.’

“Hey, Hannah,” announced a new voice, “I heard Ernie said something to Susan about you.”

“Ooo…” Hannah, the owner of the bouncy voice, squealed. She ceased her questioning of the back of
Jade’s head and trotted off.

Jade looked up to see who her savior was. A girl stood before her, light brown hair pulled back into a
ponytail, wry smile on her oval face. Jade liked her at once. “Bet you’re getting pretty sick of that, huh?”

“No kidding,” Jade rolled her eyes. “Thanks, by the way.”

“No problem.” The girl shifted her book bag to her left arm and offered Jade a small hand. “I’m Amelia
Dvorak.”

Jade shook the hand before her and replied, “Jade Salinas, but I’m betting you already knew that.”

Amelia smiled, “Maybe. Want to come sit with me?” She motioned to a desk a little way away. “I’ll try
my best to make them mind their own business, although no promises.”

Jade nodded and collected her things, thinking, ‘I’m liking this girl more and more.’

“Don’t worry,” Amelia told her as they took their seats, “it’s only the third day of classes. Once Quidditch
starts they’ll have something else to talk about. They’re just not used to anything worth talking about happening
this early. It’s like Christmas in September.”

About to reply, Jade stopped short, mouth half open, as the ghost of an old man floated through the
chalkboard at the front of the classroom. Amelia, seeing her shocked look, informed Jade quietly, “That’s Professor
Binns. He’s possibly the most boring teacher ever.”

“He-he’s a ghost,” Jade sputtered. She was becoming accustomed to the ghosts in the Great Hall, but to
have one for a teacher was a bit of a shock.

“That’s the most exciting thing about him,” confided Amelia. “You can try to pay attention in this class,
but eventually you, too, will give in to his stupor-inducing voice.”

Professor Binns cleared his throat. “Quiet down; quiet down.” His voice was slightly scratchy and very
deep. He spoke very slowly. “If you will all open your books to chapter one, we may begin. This year we will study
the very beginnings of wizarding history which originated in ancient Egypt. Listen carefully, as you will be tested
on this material. Chapter one is on the development of the first wands.

“When wizard-kind began, magic was done accidentally, caused by strong emotions. Wizards had no way
to channel the magic inside them into a constructive and controllable outlet. Thus, they could only rely on the
ability to control their emotions and focus them on a single purpose. This method of magic was difficult and tiring;
often magic could only be used every few days, as the wizard performing it needed time to rest.

“Around the time of 2780 BC, it was discovered that different types of wood allowed a wizard to channel
their magic and direct it at a specific point. It is unknown exactly who was the first wizard to discover this
property, but it is thought that Egyptian wizards had for some time been experimenting with different objects to
assist in the use of their power. The wood not only focused the power, but helped to increase its strength. The
wood, they found, worked best when carved into a specific shape: a rod, wider at one end and tapering toward the
other. Only specific types of wood allow magic to pass through them, including oak, willow, holly, rosewood, and
yew. This took years of trial and experimentation.

“The final step in creating the wand we know was discovered by Pamiuw Siamun. This, of course, is the
addition of a wand core. Plain wood wands were used for many years, working reasonably well, although still
tiring. To force a spell though solid wood required much focus. Siamun discovered with the addition of a core of
magic properties, the casting of spells became not only easier in energy, but more accurate and more powerful.
This final addition allowed the development of the first spells similar to those we have today. This will be covered
in chapter two.

“For now we will be covering the wood and core combinations tried by the ancient Egyptians. Many
combinations were tried before those currently in use were discovered. The first wood was the sycamore. This was
a common garden tree. It was most commonly paired with a core of Fwooper tail feathers, the unique properties on
this combination causing…”

Jade decided History of Magic could be a fairly interesting subject, if only the professor’s voice did not
have the unique property of putting one to sleep. His voice reminded her of that of a muggle hypnotist. As she
struggled to maintain consciousness, strange thoughts drifted across the surface of her mind, like dragonflies
darting on water.

‘I wonder if Professor Binns was alive when the ancient Egyptians developed the wand.’ ‘Can ghosts ever
change their clothes? What if you died naked? Would you be a naked ghost?’ ‘Do your eyes move when your
eyelids are closed? How can you tell?’ ‘That Hufflepuff boy keeps twitching in his sleep. I wonder if Professor
Binns would notice if he fell out of his seat. Would Professor Binns notice if I threw a book at him?’ Jade decided
throwing a book would take too much energy and returned to studying the twitching boy.

The next thing she knew, Amelia was nudging her shoulder. She opened her eyes to see the class
collecting their things.

“Binns assigned an essay,” said Amelia with disgust. “As best I could tell through my stupor, it’s two feet
on wand and core combinations. Two paragraphs on combinations that didn’t work and one on a combination that
did. Supporting evidence, introduction, conclusion, the works.”

“Sounds like fun,” Jade muttered sarcastically. “Thanks, though.”

“No problem. I’ll see you next class, if not before. Good luck on your essay,” Amelia smiled.

Jade grinned back, “Same to you.” She collected her own things and decided to head to the library.
Ancient wizardry sounded rather interesting, if only she could find something not so dry as Professor Binns or her
text book. Perhaps there would be a better book in the library.

* * * * * *

Jade listened to her footsteps echo down the stone corridor as she walked steadily toward the garden, book
on Egypt tucked safely in her bag. They didn’t echo quite the same as when Draco had been following her, so she
knew she was alone. Pressing her fingers into the little pits in the stone, she pushed open the door and let herself
into the garden.

“Where have you been?”

Jade jumped in surprise. Draco was sitting in the sun, back propped against the far wall, eyes closed. Jade
wondered briefly if he had ever been in the sun before and if he was worried he would burn. Aloud she said, “The
library.”

“You spend more time in the library than anyone I know, except maybe Granger, but she has no life.”

Settling herself against a tree near Draco, Jade replied, “I wanted to get a book on Egypt. What are you
doing here? Don’t you have class right now?”

“I do. I’m skiving off.”

“It’s only the third day of class!”

He shrugged, eyes still closed.

“I should drag you to your class.”

“You don’t know which one it is, and I’m not about to tell you, so just let it go.”

“Fine.” Jade opened her bag and retrieved her book. “Just don’t let me catch you doing it again anytime
soon.”

He gave a short, cold laugh. “What, are you going to carry me to class?”

Opening her book to the introduction Jade replied calmly, “If necessary.” Actually she had been thinking
more along the lines of setting his shoes on fire, but she wasn’t sure she could control her magic well enough not to
set the rest of him on fire, too. She hoped she wouldn’t have to try. Turning her attention to the Egypt book, she
read:

In the times of ancient Egypt, wizards and muggles lived side-by-side in harmony. The ancient
Egyptians worshiped many gods they believed to have power over things in daily life. Wizards’ power was strange
and unknown in those times. Muggles looked upon wizards as powerful beings sent by the gods. They were often
made priests and worshiped as other-worldly. This continued for many eras, until the Amarna Period when
Akhenaten came to power. He was a muggle who believed only one god should be worshiped. He stripped the
wizard priests of their positions. Discontent spread and magic became dangerous in the eyes of muggles. Many
wizards were killed and many more went into hiding as the New Kingdom era passed, eventually leaving the
muggle and magical worlds forever separated. This book chronicles the passing centuries and the rise and fall of
wizards in ancient Egypt.


Jade leafed through the book, watching the brightly colored, moving pictures; many of hieroglyphs that
danced before her eyes. Finding one picture of a wizard wearing a wrapped, white cloth and holding a wand which
periodically shot sparks, she read:

Wands were rare and costly. Only the highest wizards in society possessed the means to have a wand
made. Wands were passed down from generation to generation as family heirlooms. They were reused by each
successive generation until they became too worn to function properly and were disposed. When muggles turned
on wizards, they destroyed all wands they could find. There are no wands remaining from ancient times.


Staring blankly at the book before her, Jade let her mind wander. Thinking over the past few days, she
mentally berated herself. How had this all happened? It was like a runaway train; out of control and hurtling
toward destruction. Well, she reconsidered, perhaps that was a little overly dramatic, but certainly she would give a
lot go back to being nobody; if she could start her reputation over again.

“I guess I was wrong,” Jade commented.

“About what?” Draco asked, sounding decidedly uninterested.

“I always thought you had to have a reputation before you could ruin it. Apparently not.” The bitterness in
her voice was evident.

Draco snickered. “Please. You’re associated with me now. That can only help your reputation.”

“You’re so conceited.” It wasn’t an insult or an accusation, simply stated as a now-well-known fact.

“And I have every right to be,” he smirked, staring up at the sky. “I’m the best looking guy in this whole
school.”

Jade considered for a moment before replying impishly, “I don’t know, what about Zambini?”

“Zambini,” growled Draco. “He thinks he has that whole dark, foreign look.”

Jade shrugged, “Well, it works. What look do you have? Albino?”

“Shut it,” Draco snapped, cold blue eyes narrowed.

“Wait, wait,” pressed Jade. “You could be Norwegian, or maybe Swedish. That’s foreign.” She was
having a difficult time not breaking out in laugher at the look on his face.

He growled, “I thought I told you to shut it.”

“You did, I just didn’t listen.” She gave him a “what-are-you-going-to-do-about-it” look.

“You better watch it, or you’ll become more trouble than your worth.”

Jade studied her fingernails. “Oh, I don’t know about that. I’m very interesting, you know.”

“And getting less interesting with every annoying comment you make.”

“I bet I can redeem myself.”

He smiled with the air of one granting a favor to a small child. “Alright. Amuse me.”

“The sorting hat gave me a challenge.”

“Really?” Draco commented, raising an eyebrow. There was a hint of disbelief in his voice.

“I’m supposed to find out about my past. If I do, it will…grant me a favor.” Jade studied him, trying to
gauge his reaction. He was difficult to read and now was no exception.

He asked coolly, “What favor could that hat do for you? It is just a hat, after all.”

“I don’t know,” shrugged Jade, “but it can’t hurt to find out.”

“And how much have you found out? I was under the impression you were some sort of orphan
from the streets.” He spoke casually, but Jade did not miss the undertone of disgust.

“I am. However, I may be something else as well. I looked up my name in the Genealogy book in the
library. “Salinas” was listed once, but when I looked for that page, it had been torn out. Luckily, I have since
located it and have a plan to get it back.”

Draco looked slightly curious as he asked, “And what might that be?”

Here was the difficult part. Jade knew she had to approach with caution or things would never work out.
Abruptly she changed topic, “You’re a very smart person, Draco.”

“Yes,” he replied warily, “I know.”

“And confident, too.”

“Obviously.” His voice was still cautious.

“Confident enough in your intelligence to ask for help from a teacher if you needed it.”

He eyed her with suspicion as he answered slowly, “But I don’t.”

“Ah,” Jade held up a finger in triumph, “but in my plan you do.”

“Stop trying to be cute and spit it out,” Draco ordered.

“And here I thought I was helping to increase your already-overly-large ego,” smirked Jade.

He scowled. “What do you want?”

The smirk dropped off Jade’s face as she replied seriously, “Here’s the deal: I don’t know why, but Snape
has the missing page. I had a vision in Divination yesterday (I have those once in a while),” she waved away his
shocked look, “that I’m going to find the page, so all I need is a chance to look for it. That’s where you come in. I
overheard Snape telling you if you need help, to just ask. So I thought you could ask him to help you with
something in the library this evening to give me a chance to search his desk.”

“Two things: one, why do you think it’ll be in his desk? And two, what makes you think I’ll help you?”

Jade countered, “One: in my vision I saw my hand holding the page in front of something wooden –his
desk, I assume –and the wood had a very distinct knot, which I’ll recognize when I see it. Two: because it’ll give
you something to do and friends help each other out just because.” She had the feeling the last bit hadn’t worked,
as the smirk was back on his face.

“I have minions –people who assist in getting me what I want –and enemies –people who get in my way. I
don’t have or need friends.”

This was unexpected. Jade had expected to be informed they were not friends yet and/or he never did
things “just because.” “That’s it?” she asked. “Everyone in your life fits into one of those categories?”

“Sometimes both,” replied Draco. “Like Pansy, for example. Usually minion, but at her most annoying,
enemy to be avoided at all costs. Then there is everyone else who isn’t important enough to be in a category.”

“So what about me? As you choose to spend time around me, I assume I’m not your enemy, and I can tell
you I’m nobody’s minion.”

He frowned, “Not really sure. I’ll get back to you on that.”

“I’ll be anxiously awaiting your answer,” replied Jade only a little sarcastically. Moving on she said, “So
if you help me, I’ll do your History of Magic essay.”

“Did you actually listen in class?”

“Well, no,” she admitted. “I think I might have fallen asleep.”

He laughed, and Jade noted it was the first time she had heard him do so without his usual smirk or
sarcasm. It was nice, she decided. She would have to make him do it more often. “I’d have to be crazy to want you
doing my essay, then. At least I know I can make it up well.”

“Then how about your Potions essay?”

“No,” he shook his head, “I can do that one myself, no problem.”

Jade sighed, “I’m running out of essays.”

“How about you just owe me?” His voice was would-be casual.

Her mind screamed this went against all common sense; she wanted to shout “how stupid do you think I
am?” but her protest came out as a reluctant, “I suppose.”

“Excellent.” The smile on his face was not quite friendly and caused Jade to think she might have just
made a large mistake. “Then it’s a deal.”

Jade nodded, put her book back in her bag, and rolled up her sleeves. Getting to her feet, she crossed the
garden to a rose bush and inspected it. She then knelt and held out a hand. A newly-made, stone trowel jumped
into it, forming as it flew.

“What are you doing?”

“Weeding,” Jade replied, not turning around. “And I expect you to get off your lazy bum and help me.”

“I don’t think so.”

Removing an unwanted plant from the soil, she reminded him, “What did we agree?”

“I don’t recall agreeing to anything.”

“Oh, but don’t you remember? If you could tell me you absolutely hated gardening, then I’d never make
you help. But you couldn’t. Therefore, you help. Grab a trowel.” Jade turned and pointed at the ground beside her,
a second stone trowel springing up to hover before her hand. She gestured toward Draco and the trowel flew
through the air to slam into the wall next to his head. He flinched as stone made contact with brick. It smashed into
several pieces and clattered to the ground.

Jade gasped, hands flying to her mouth, “Oh, Draco, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to send it that hard!”

He drew his wand from a pocket in his robes and pointed it at the broken trowel. “Reparo,” he muttered.
Collecting the whole trowel, he brought it over to her. “It’s ok. No harm done. I’ll help if you keep your
stone-throwing in check.”

She nodded mutely as she removed another weed from the dirt. Watching Draco, who was now awkwardly
stabbing a plant with the tip of his trowel, Jade worried, ‘What if I had hit him? I should never have tried that; I
haven’t had enough practice moving stone. But how am I ever going to get better? I have essays piling up as it is.’
She added practicing her magic to her ever-growing pile of things to do. She had hoped she would be trained
properly here, but her classes didn’t involve using her powers. ‘I guess my magic is almost as much of a problem
here as it was in the muggle world,’ Jade thought with a mental sigh.

She was brought abruptly out of her thoughts as a trowel-full of dirt hit her in the face. She glanced at
Draco, who asked a little too innocently, “What?” Rolling her eyes, she decided to leave self-pity for a time when
amusing revenge was not in order.




Actual plot development this time!! Sooo happy! *does random happy dance and sings “A plot! A plot! A plot!” *
Ok, I’m done. Just to clear things up, most of the history in this chapter is made up by yours-truly, although it fits
with the knowledge we have of wizarding history as far as I know. Also, it should fit with actual Egyptian history
as far as Akhenaten and the Amarna Period. If it doesn’t, please feel free to let me know.

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