5 Uncommon Books Harry Potter Fans Will Love

Once you’ve finished the Harry Potter series, you feel the desperate need to read it again. And again. And again. And then you read The Cursed Child. And then the Hogwarts Library. And then the Fantastic Beasts screenplays. Eventually you will run out of good Harry Potter related reading material.


But that does not mean you have to stop there. I know the desperate need to find a new world to join and love just as much as the Wizarding World.


Of course, you can read Lord of the Rings and The Chronicles of Narnia just like everyone else. But there are some lesser known books that anyone who enjoys Harry Potter will find solace in just as much.

Nevermoor

Nevermoor by Jessica Townsend is easily my third favorite book of all time. Just like the separation of the Wizard and Muggle worlds, the world of Nevermoor is split.

Morrigan Crow, like Harry Potter, is an normal child save for one thing. She is doomed to die on her eleventh birthday. And, like Harry, a mysterious stranger comes to her aid, Jupiter North. Jupiter takes Morrigan away from the dull and corrupt Wintersea Rublic to the wonderfully crazy Free State city of Nevermoor.

However, she has her own Voldemort pursuing her, the Wundersmith. Nevermoor has two books that succeed it and Townsend is still working on the series, so there is lots to look forward to.

The Night Circus

The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern is more of a mature read than Harry Potter but I still believe Wizarding World lovers will enjoy it.

Just like Rowling’s unique take on magic, Morgenstern has taken it to the next level. Magic exists, yes, but magicians hide amongst ordinary people. The magicians parade their gifts as mere conjuring tricks but do not need smoke and mirrors to create illusion. Two young people, Celia and Marco, youths with the gift of sorcery, have been bound together from a young age by their guardians. This bond has them playing their lives like a chess match, seeing who can outshine the other in a contest of magical prowess.

The Night Circus is the board and they are the players…or are they the pawns?

The Grishaverse

Just as Rowling crafted her own world, large as life, Leigh Bardugo’s Grishaverse is as real as Hogwarts.

Magic and normalcy are collided in the same steampunk/fantasy land. Grisha are men and women who can harness the power of elements. While they live amongst normal people they are often either praised or punished for their magic. Many Grisha hide their abilities and some do not even know the power is theirs. Three series and have been written in the Grishaverse so far, Shadow and BoneSix of Crows, and King of Scars.

I read Six of Crows before Shadow and Bone by accident, but I would advise reading the series in order, even if the former is so much better.

The Inquisitior’s Tale

The Inquisitor’s Tale or Three Magical Children and Their Holy Dog by Adam Gidwitz is by far the most hilarious book on this list.

Set in the Middle Ages, Jeanne, Jacob, and William are the Medieval equivalent of the Golden Trio…plus a dog. Tales and folklore of magic are told and celebrated but when these three children are revealed to have miraculous abilities they are persecuted and rejected. Even threatened with burning at the stake! The story is told by a group of travelers at an inn; a Brewster, a nun, a librarian, the innkeeper, a jongleur, a chronicler, a king’s companion, a troubadour, and, of course, the Inquisitor.

The tale is original and the format unique, Potterheads of any age will love it.

The Night Gardener

Magic is not always good, as Voldemort and his Death Eaters have demonstrated. This rings true in Jonathan Axiur’s The Night Gardener.

Molly and her lame brother, Kip, are orphans and have gone to work for the Windsor’s. The Windsor’s live in a crumbling and bleak mansion in an island of woods and the family all have the same gaunt pale skin and dead black hair and eyes. But the most peculiar and ominous omen is the twisting tree that is apart of the house. Molly and Kip soon begin hearing noises in the night…loud footfalls and rustling leaves. What will the children do when the dark magic begins to overtake them as their hair and eyes darken, just like the grim Windsor’s?

What secrets are hidden in the mansion and, more importantly, the great tree that grows darker every day?


Reading these books will put you in the same magical trance that Harry Potter did, and most likely still does. Yes, they don’t have Harry, Ron, and Hermione in them but this is the opportunity to fall for new characters. I promise these books will not disappoint if you give them a chance!

The Gift of Family In Harry Potter

“I-don’t-want-“ said Percy thickly, as the twins forced the jumper over his head, knocking his glasses askew.

“And you’re not sitting with the prefects today, either,” said George, “Christmas is a time for family.”

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone

I love the holiday season. Not only are the aesthetics and tastes of the season wonderful, but the spirit I feel during this time of the year is so uplifting. 

Family and gathering are a big icon of the holiday. And seeing as it’s the most wonderful time of the year, I might share a bit of how important family is through one of my favorite mediums…Harry Potter.

From the Weasley’s to the Dursley’s to the Potter’s, families of all shapes and sizes appear in J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series. Family is an important aspect of the Wizarding World and I would like to take the time to delve into why. 

Harry Potter’s own family are gone. His mother and father died protecting him from Lord Voldemort. Just from this one example, so much context becomes available.

I feel like every reader will look at the Potter’s example of family and see the obvious – parents giving their life so that their son may live. But let me take the liberty of pointing out the maybe not-so-obvious; Voldemort’s lack of understanding of that love.

Think for a moment. Dumbledore knew exactly what Lily Potter’s sacrifice meant. He explains it all to Harry in the Philosopher’s Stone

“Your mother died to save you. If there’s one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn’t realize that love as powerful as your mothers for you leaves it’s own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign… to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who left us is gone, will give us some protection forever. It is in your very skin.”

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone

Dumbledore knows this because he understands the magic of love and family.

Common wizards don’t know of this kind of magic. And that makes sense. But Dumbledore isn’t ordinary. He’s a great wizard. But Voldemort is a great wizard too. Dumbledore and Voldemort are two sides of the same coin, I often think. They are alike yet so very different.

Voldemort, who does not respect nor care for these values, dared to kill Lily and James. If he had any brains at all, he would have known that if he wanted to kill Harry, he couldn’t kill his parents. It’s that simple. If he had any knowledge of the magic of love, he would not risk such strong protection being transferred to his target.

But Voldemort is unable to recognize this. He does not know or understand what a family is and the love it can hold. He killed his own father and grandparents and tore apart countless families.

He corrupted himself into blindness. 

Is this a metaphor for what so many people are doing every day? So many of us humans disregard family, friends, love, and ethics, slowly at first and then steadily on, until we know longer recognize what these aspects of life truly mean. 

A large portion of this holiday spirit and season is meant to be shared with family. It’s one of the joys of Thanksgiving, Chanukah, and Christmas. However, I know a lot of people don’t feel this way. Many begrudgingly go to family Christmases and sit far away from their annoying relations as possible and stare at their phone in a shadowy corner. 

A simple act like, say, not wanting to wear your Mum’s Christmas sweater could mean so much more. 

Percy Weasley knew all the comforts of home. He had many brother’s and sisters, and a Mum and Dad who cared for him. But he became accustomed to these things. He lost sight of why they were important. 

Before I get into this, there are two examples from the Goblet of Fire I’d like to quote. Remember, at this time, Bill and Charlie are home for the Quidditch World Cup and don’t come home often. Percy no longer sees Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny every day at Hogwarts either. It is a rare thing for the whole family to be home together at once.

Just then a door on the second landing opened, and a face poked out wearing hourn-rimmed glasses and a very annoyed expression.

“Hi, Percy,” said Harry. 

“Oh hello, Harry,” said Percy. “ I was wondering who wad making all that noise. I’m trying to work in here, you know-I’ve got a report to finish for the office-and it’s rather difficult to concentrate when people keep thundering up and down the stairs.”

“We’re not thundering, said Ron irritably. “We’re walking. Sorry if we disturbed the top-secret workings of the Ministry of Magic.”

“What are you working on?” said Harry.

“A report for the Department of International Magical Cooperation,” said Percy smugly. “We’re trying to standardize cauldron thickness. Some of these foreign imports are just a shade too thin-leakages have been increasing at a rate of almost three percent a year-“

The second example comes a few pages later;

Bill and Charlie both had their wands out, and were making two battered old tables fly high above the lawn, smashing into each other, each attempting to knock the others out of air. Fred and George cheering, Ginny was laughing, and Hermione was hovering near the hedge apparently torn between amusement and anxiety.

Bills table caught Charlie’s with a huge bang and knocked one of its legs off. There was a clatter from overhead, and they all looked up to see Percy‘s head poking out of window on the second floor.

“Will you keep it down?!” he bellowed.

“Sorry, Percy,” said Bill, grinning. “How’re the cauldron bottoms coming on?”

“Very badly,” said Percy peevishly, and he slammed the window shut.

Percy had a disregard for family right from the start. It wasn’t so obvious in the Philosopher’s Stone and the Chamber of Secrets but it is there. And it gets steadily worse as time advances. 

The biggest red flag that a lot of people don’t recognize is in the Goblet of Fire. When Percy comes of age, he gets a job at the Ministry of Magic. Then he slowly starts disobeying his father and mother, spends time locked in his room, and comes home late. Ron puts it this way;

“I don’t think he’d come home if Dad didn’t make him.”

I’ve seen first hand how estrangement works and J.K. Rowling’s representation of it is uncanny. It makes me wonder if she hasn’t experienced it too. 

Percy has turned of age and things appear to be alright to his parents. To Molly and Arthur, he is just ambitious and has big plans for his future. That may even be what Percy thinks too. But in reality he is just a child wanting to do what he wants, when he wants to, and doesn’t want any parental guidance, control, or authority. He uses the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Crouch, and his job as an excuse to exercise his new of-age privileges. 

And then, in the next book, he is estranged. He breaks his parents trust, wanting to go his own way, and wastes years. Years that he will regret.

Percy eventually reconciled with his family, hours before his brother is murdered. Percy threw away time pursuing things that were unimportant and self indulgent, when he could have spent a little more time with his brother, Fred.

I wonder how many times after the Battle of Hogwarts that Percy cried over the time he lost with his brother? I can imagine his thoughts;

If only I came home from work a little earlier to eat dinner with him and the family.

If only I hadn’t shamed him and his practical jokes.

If only I had played Exploding Snap with him when he asked me that one time.

If only I hadn’t left him behind and come back too late.

Percy made a choice and he payed the price.

I know it seems like a bit of a jump from murderous Lord Voldemort to nerdy Percy Weasley but then again…it wasn’t that big a jump after all. If a thing like disrespecting family and misunderstanding love can take one person from being a Percy to being a Voldemort…why risk it?

Thus, we ask again, why is family so important? Because family in Harry Potter is often used synonymously with love. Love is the main theme in Harry Potter and Rowling repetitively uses family as a motif to demonstrate this theme.

And I understand it can be hard to love your family sometimes. We’re only human. Or maybe you’re not a Percy. Maybe you’re a Fred. Maybe you’re on the receiving end of of hate and disappointment. I cannot give any comfort or answer to such dilemmas than this;

Life is a story. Love is an adventure. Family is a home. To have all three at once is a gift. The greatest gift. A truly precious and fragile gift. Don’t waste what you have, what you’ve been given. See the value in the simple things. They may seem small but they’re not. Nothing simple is ever small. Life isn’t small, love isn’t small, and family isn’t small.

Care for these gifts and they will care for you in return.

Harry Potter Teachers During COVID

I just had too much fun making Harry Potter During COVID, I needed to do it again. So, I did. Enjoy!

You know he would, don’t deny it! Especially if said Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is Remus Lupin. Same old Snivillus.

Okay, this one was kinda in bad taste…but so worth it. I mean he disappears once a month, is ill a lot of the time, and won’t tell anyone why. Use Germ X after class, kids…and leave some chocolate on the desk for this boi.

Yes, yes, I know I spelled her name wrong in the meme, get off my back. It’s about the easiest name to spell right next to Mykew Gregorovitch.

Does he look like a Cornish Pixie or what? He certainly has the IQ of one.

If 2020 was a person…I’m not wrong and you know it.

Words of wisdom we should be wise enough to keep in mind. Hate and despair cannot be fought with hate and despair. These things can only be overcome with love.

The Surprising Truth About Harry Potter Part Two

There are two wolves. A black wolf and a white wolf. Which one wins?


This simple phrase was drilled into me by my mother before I ever read Harry Potter. But the series demonstrates the philosophical analogy better than any novel I have ever read.


Before diving into this, if you have not read the first post in “The Surprising Truth About Harry Potter” series, I suggest you go back real quick and take a look at the first installment.


Good and evil are classic elements to good stories. As they should be. They are real and ever present in life outside of a book, so the concepts are instantly relatable.


Harry Potter is a good guy, side by side with Luke Skywalker and Samwise- oh, I mean, er, Frodo Baggins. Voldemort is a bad guy, in the same lineup as the Emperor and Sauroman.


These characters are always against each other. Books upon books are dedicated to the ultimate fights between good and evil. More often than not, good wins in the end.


But why?


2019 Leaky Con with (from left to right) Heather Mac, Russel W. Dalton, and Scarlett Mc.


I had the pleasure to attend the 2019 Leaky Con in Dallas, Texas. There, I went to a seminar titled “Horcruxes Not Hallows” by Russel W. Dalton, professor of religious education at the Brite Divinity School. I was able to listen to his views on why Harry triumphed over Voldemort in the end.


It was slightly more complicated than “good beats evil” and “love always wins”, although those words are valid. No, there is a real, logical, explanation.


I believe I am safe to say Remus Lupin fans (shout out to my fellow Lupin lovers!) had a real emotional roller coaster ride reading the end of Half Blood Prince and the beginning of Deathly Hallows. Remus is thoroughly depressed in these sections and makes all the wrong choices. I have never EVER been more disappointed in Lupin and more proud of Harry than when after Harry used Expelliarmus against Stan Shunpike;


“Harry, the time for disarming is past! These people are trying to capture and kill you! At least Stun if you aren’t prepared to kill!

“We were hundreds of feet up! Stan’s not himself and if I Stunned him, he’d have died the same as if I use Avada Kedavra! Expelliarmus saved me from Voldemort two years ago,” Harry added defiantly. Lupin was reminding him of the sneering Hufflepuff Zacharias Smith, who jeered at Harry for wanting to teach Dumbledore‘s Army how to disarm.

“Yes, Harry,” said Lupin with painful restraint, “and a great number of Death Eaters witnessed that happening. Forgive me, but it was a very unusual move then under eminent threat of death. Repeating it tonight in front of Death Eaters who either witnessed or heard about the first occasion was close to suicidal!”

“So you think I should’ve killed Stan Shunpike?” Said Harry angrily.

Of course not,” said Lupin, “but the Death Eaters-frankly most people-would’ve expected you to attack back! Expelliarmus is a useful spell, Harry, but the Death Eaters seem to think it is your signature move and I urge you not to let it become so!”

Lupin was making Harry feel idiotic, and yet there was still a grain of defiance inside him.“I won’t blast people out of my way just because they’re there,” said Harry. “That’s Voldemort’s job.”

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Remus’ views have never been more askew than they are now and Harry’s have never been more on point.
Notice how Remus repeatedly uses the words Death Eaters. Death Eaters,Death Eaters, Death Eaters. That’s all he seems to care about. But Harry doesn’t refer to them once, he specifically says Stan Shunpike.

Harry is constantly seeing people as they are (save for Severus Snape, but he doesn’t put on the best persona now does he?) He sees Remus not as a bloodthirsty werewolf, but as his old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Thus, he sees Stan not as a threat but as the Knight Bus conductor under the Imperious Curse.


Remus believes that the most important thing is survival. Harry believes that the most important thing is mercy.


In the “Horcruxes Not Hallows” seminar, Dalton brings up the motives of Harry and Voldemort. I admit to being confused. What did he mean what were their motives? Harry needed to get the Horcruxes while Voldemort sought after the Hallows.


But Dalton went on to reveal something I had never thought of before.


Why didn’t Harry go after the Hallows, same as Voldemort? If Harry had beat Voldemort to them, he could have easily defeated Voldemort and the Death Eaters with the Invisibility Cloak, Resurrection Stone, and Elder Wand. Dumbledore had even given him everything he needed to find them (Tales of Beedle the Bard and the golden Snitch) and Harry already had one! With all three, Harry would be unstoppable.
Or, Voldemort could have gone after the Horcruxes himself, keeping them safe from threat. He kept Nagini with him at all times, but that was as a last resort to keep himself alive once he learn that the Golden Trio were destroying the pieces of his soul he had hidden.


By retrieving the Horcruxes, Harry was securing that Voldemort could be defeated, yet in the final battle, Harry gives, not Voldemort, but Tom Riddle a chance of redemption until the very end.


“But before you try to kill me, I advise you to think about what you’ve done… think and try for some remorse, Riddle…”

“What is this?” Of all the things that Harry had said to him, beyond any revelation or taunt, nothing had shocked Voldemort like this. Harry saw his pupils contract to thin slits, saw skin around his eyes whiten.

“It’s your last chance,” said Harry, “it’s all you’ve got left…I’ve seen what you’ll be otherwise…be a man…try…try for some remorse…”

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows


Media nowadays does not think twice before allowing the hero to kill the bad guy. David Yates, the director of the movie adaptation of the Deathly Hallows, talked about how the movies portrayed the last battle.

So, I always wanted to get it out of the Great Hall, away from an audience, so the sequence became much more about a boy facing down this nemesis, this demon that had haunted him right throughout his childhood. This is the figure that had killed his parents. 

David Yates


Really, Yates? Is that really what it is about? Because last time I checked, Harry only sought after revenge once, when he heard falsehoods that Sirius Black had betrayed his mother and father. And when given the chance to kill Sirius…he didn’t.


This is because Harry has never wanted revenge. Slytherins want revenge, not Gryffindors. Gryffindors want justice not revenge.

Justice is not judgement. Judgement results in Voldemort killing Harry’s parents and would have resulted in Harry killing Voldemort if Harry believed in human’s ability to judge others.


Human anger does not produce righteousness. Anyone who listens to the world’s ideas on morals is deceived. Justice comes from a power higher than our own. I believe Harry knows that.


And Harry offered justice to Tom in their last stance. If Voldemort had seen the error of his ways, he would have been sparred. Harry gave him opportunity until the last spell.



Going back to the Harry and Remus’ row, Remus says that Disarming should not be Harry’s go to move. And yet, fans like us know that Expelliarmus is Harry’s signature spell.


By using Expelliarmus, Harry gave Voldemort the chance to use any other spell than Avada Kadavra. If Voldemort had not used the killing curse, he would not have perished. His curse rebounded upon him. He could have saved himself.


But he didn’t.


Harry Potter isn’t purely about good vs evil. It is about the choices each side makes. About how Harry had mercy until the very end.


We live in a world of retaliation. When someone wrongs another, it becomes perfectly acceptable to seek revenge. Everyday there is more evidence of the battle of humans. Not good vs evil, as it should be, but hate vs hate, discontentment vs discontentment. No problem had ever been solved in such a way.
While other characters like Remus and even Molly Weasley fall into this very human way of acting, Harry does not.


While the hearts may be true, it is the actions we take that determine who we are.



There are two wolves. A white wolf and a black wolf. Which one wins?

Whichever one you feed.

Ravenclaws and Their Bad Omens

Ravenclaws are honestly the most frustrating House. They are haughty but have low self esteem. They are intelligent but ignorant. They are witty yet dull. Why this walking talking contradiction? Because they can talk the talk but it takes a lot of effort and insight for them to walk the walk. Like Slytherins, they often put unreasonable expectations on themselves. But unlike Slytherins, they are often discouraged when they do not immediately reach their goals or live up to their hopes. Ravenclaws need opposing personalities to keep them in check, though they will never admit it nor seek it. Luckily, when given facts and evidence they will work hard to change themselves or their situation. Ravenclaw’s curiosity and intelligence tend to give them days like this…


“Sybill, maybe this isn’t such a good idea-“


“Worry not! We are almost there!”


“But if we get caught…”


“Then it’s as the Fates want it to be and who are we to deny Fate?”


“At least let me give us a little light…I can’t see a thing.”


“As you wish, Pandora.”


A white light filled the narrow stairway the two girls where climbing. Sybill was in the lead, her eyes looking wistfully in the air at nothing in particular. Pandora followed close behind, her wand aloft, looking over her shoulder occasionally.


“Sybill…” Pandora implored one more time, though rather half heartedly. She had been friends with Sybill Trewlaney for six years and knew that changing her mind about anything was a difficult task. It was a Ravenclaw trait.

Sybill broke into a wide smile as the staircase opened up to to the entrance of the Astronomy Tower’s open air turret. “Behold!” She cried ecstatically.


The night was clear of clouds and haze. The black sky was dotted with stars, stretching out as far as the eye could see. Sybill and Pandora stood beneath the endless sheet of dappled white high above them, starring at the wide expanse.


“Pandora, your wand,” Sybill whispered urgently, still looking upward.


“Nox,” muttered Pandora, putting out her wand’s light.


The silence lasted only a moment. In an instant, Sybill rushed to the nearest telescope. She pushed her large spectacles up, to rest on top of her voluminous hair. She looked into the scope quizzically, swiveling the mechanics around purposefully.


Sybill heard Pandora nearby, breathing just over her shoulder. She payed her no mind, however, and concentrated on the heavens.


“Hey, there’s Sirius!” Pandora’s voice said. “Or is that Venus? I can never tell the difference.”


“One is a planet, the other is a star, there is quite a large difference, my dear.” Sybill replied, not taking her eye away from the telescope.


“More like one is a planet, the other is a mischievous Gryffindor,” Pandora laughed. Her voice was farther away now. She had probably taken a seat on the stone ledge. “I was talking to Xenophilius the other day and he said that Black had-“


Sybill gasped suddenly, halting Pandora’s words.


“What? What is it?”


Sybill shook her head mournfully. “Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear…”


“Sybill, what is it? What do the stars say?”


“Nothing good, no, nothing good at all!” Sybil’s voice was hollow. “I should have known…the omens are ill indeed…”


She sat up and pulled her glasses back down on to the bridge of her nose. Shaking her head, she said, “Ever mysterious…”


“What is? What’s going to happen?” Pandora asked, not quite as urgently as before.


“The thing we all fear most…”


Pandora looked at Sybill with awe, as if this explained everything. Both glanced up at the stars.


“I wish I could read the future, Sybill,” said Pandora, her face unreadable (mostly because it was so dark.)

Sybill looked at her friend, her mystical manner dropped slightly. “We each have our own gifts. It is unwise to underestimate ones own talents wishing for something more.”


“Look who’s talking.”


Both Sybill and Pandora spun around, looking for who had spoken, for it had not been either of them. Then out of the darkness came the outline of three boys; two extremely tall and one who was rather short.

Pandora put a hand on her hips, but was smiling all the same, “James Potter, I’ll tell McGonogall on you!”

Sirius Black barked with laughter, “And get busted for breaking curfew yourself? Prefects aren’t that thick…no offense, Moony.”


Remus Lupin grinned sheepishly and waved the comment aside.


Sybill frowned grumpily at this lack of respect for her and her friend. She snapped back, “You would not be so flippant if you knew what I had see in your future, Black.” She crossed her arms and looked haughtily away.


The Gryffindor rolled his eyes, “I do know, actually. Last time you read my palm you told me I would spend half my life in prison and die young. A real ray of sunshine you are.”


“I cannot rewrite the future, I can only see it.”


“Burn,” muttered James, biting back a smile. Sirius elbowed him in the ribs.


“Come on, Sybill, there just making trouble,” said Pandora as she reached for her friends hand.


Remus cleared his throat and said matter of factly, “I believe the phrase is ‘up to no good’ not ‘making trouble.’”


The other two with him laughed. Pandora continued to attempt to drag Sybill away but she stood her ground.


She pulled down her glasses and pursed her lips. “And what is that supposed to mean?” She was no longer putting an airs. “What did you mean when you said ‘look who’s talking?’”


“Sybill…” said Pandora warningly.


James shrugged as he folded up a piece of blank parchment he had been holding. “I mean, we all know your fortune telling us a load of hogwash, so who are you to tell Pandora-what was it?” He did a crude imitation for Sybill’s voice, “‘It is unwise to underestimate ones own talents wishing for something more.’ Ravenclaws can sure preach it yet never practice it.”


Sybill was highly affronted and she countered, angrily, “My great-great-grandmother was the celebrated Cassandra Trewlaney! She was the greatest Seer in a century!”


“Doesn’t mean you are too. You could have different gifts and your missing out on ‘em.”


Pandora cringed and glanced at Sybill, who was fuming. James opened his mouth to say something more but was interrupted by Remus.


“Let off her, James, she hasn’t done anything terrible,” he muttered.


James adjusted his glasses and shrugged again. He turned to Sirius and Remus. “Anyway, back to work, boys!”


“What are you doing?” Pandora asked.


“You’ll see next Astronomy lesson!” Sirius chuckled with a wink at his friends.


Pandora rolled her eyes and pulled Sybill away. This time, she allowed herself to be steered, though still seething.


Despite the little sleep Sybill had that night, she rose in time to eat some toast for breakfast and go to her classes. She paid vague attention in lessons. These were not so very important to her. Now, Divination, that was worth the investment.


Her fellow Ravenclaws focused their intelligence on too wide of a spectrum, she thought. No, it was better to invest all your time end energy into what you knew was of the most importance.


Why should she care for Care of Magical Creatures when it had little to do with foresight? Now, Astronomy and Defense Against the Dark Arts had some roots in Divination and where worth noting.


But why should Pandora invest time in listening to Professor Kettleburn go in about Chimera Ministry of Magic classification when her skills lay in her charms? Charms and Transfiguration were better suited for her.


It isn’t something most people have the sight to understand, she thought to herself, glancing over at the Gryffindors who were joining the Ravenclaws for Astronomy. James Potter and his fan club were amongst them.


Astronomy was being held earlier than usual, seeing as they didn’t have to stargaze. Pandora leaned over to Sybill and whispered in her ear, “Do you think they hexed the Tower?”


“I don’t think, I know,” she rapped her glasses knowingly and Pandora nodded.


Coming down the Astronomy Tower steps were the fourth year Slytherins and Hufflepuffs. One of the Slytherins, Black’s younger brother, passed by them and called scornfully, “Very mature, Sirius. Did you and Potter think that one up all by yourselves or did you consult a joke book?”


Sybill saw Sirius’ usual charming grin fall as he walked past and ignored his brother.


“What did they do up there?” Quirinus Quirrell asked from just behind Sybill and Pandora.


“Why should we care?” inquired Pandora, having overheard him. “Right, Sybill?”


“Indeed. Those of standards need not consort with the melancholy deeds of the undeserving.”


“Thank you kindly!” Yelled James, taking a low bow and making the Gryffindors laugh. He earned a slap in the back of the head from Lily Evans, making the Gryffindors heckle even louder, Sirius and Peter Pettigrew in particular.


The Ravenclaw’s on the other hand, rolled their eyes and turned their noses away, save Pandora who was trying her best not to giggle.


Once at the Tower, there was nothing all that peculiar in sight. However, Filch the caretaker was doing something odd with the telescopes and was becoming increasingly frustrated. Halfway through the lesson, the Astronomy professor told him to give it up. “I’m sure Flitwick will sort it out after his classes.”


Curiosity nipped at Sybill. What had happened to the telescopes? She and many of the other Ravenclaws attempted to eavesdrop into the Gryffindor’s whispered conversations or sneak a look at the telescopes in question. Finally, the were supplied with a sufficient answer.


“Lockhart,” Sybill muttered to Gilderoy, “I believe you know something of this hexing business…I can see it in your eyes.”


“My eyes?” Gilderoy asked confused. Then he smiled brightly, “Do they look good?”


“They look enlightened-“


“So spill it,” Pandora finished, less elegantly than Sybill would have put it.


Gilderoy grinned superiorly, “As a matter of fact, I overheard Evans talking to Potter about the telescopes, she tends to speak very loudly as most passionate women do, I know this because-well,” his grinned widened, “Its not for a gentleman to say, now is it?”


Pandora looked as exasperated as Sybill felt but they listened to Gilderoy nevertheless.


“And she was saying something about him being childish and rude, and apparently the telescopes are jinxed.”


“As I predicted,” Sybill nodded.


“But what do the telescopes do? Attack whoever looks through them?”


Gilderoy shook his head, “No, indeed. If you look in the telescope a message writes itself in the clouds or stars. Quite clever Magic, though I could have pulled it off much better, if I do say so myself-“


“Gilderoy!” Pandora and Sybill groaned, frustrated. “What does the message say?”


He coughed for dramatic effect before announcing, “‘Missing: Snivillus’ Shampoo.’”

Sybill’s eyes, magnified by her large glasses, blinked.


“That’s it?” asked Pandora. “Really? That’s all?”


A frown fluttered across Gilderoy’s face, disappointed that the two girls weren’t impressed with his tale. He shrugged and turned away.


“Well, that was disappointing.”


“As things usually are.”


“You’re not taking the Potter boy seriously, are you?”


Sleep had almost overtook Sybill when Pandora said this unexpectedly. She moved aside her four poster curtain and saw her friend sitting on the edge of her bed and looking her way.


“I mean,” Pandora continued, “You don’t think he was right about you not being a Seer…right?


“Of course not!” Sybill said. “I wouldn’t trust Potter as far as I could throw a crystal ball.”


Pandora nodded, approvingly. “Good because your far to talented to doubt yourself.”


They stayed silent for a little while before Sybill asked, “Do you really think I’m talented?”


“Obviously! How else would you have known about the flu going around in October? Or that Hufflepuff would win the House cup? Or that the last Quidditch match would end in a tie?”


Sybill smiled as her friend praised her foresight.


“…and of course I don’t want Black to die young but him ending up in prison is probable now isn’t it?” Pandora nodded, satisfied with her insight. “So don’t doubt yourself for a single second.”


“As you say,” Sybill grinned.


“Promise?” Pandora double checked.


“Promise.”


After Sybil was sure that the other Ravenclaw girls were asleep, she took out her wand and a leather bound book. She flipped through pages full of her own writing until she found a blank page. She carefully dipped a quill in a well of ink on her bedside table and began to write.

Mystic Entry n. 312

     What is foresight? Is it the ability to predict the future? Or is it the confidence in what one knows to be true for the future? If the former, what hope might present itself with such dark days ahead? If the latter, shouldn’t Divination be widespread? Might it be? Might all beings have a feeling of surety that the future will hold both trials and promises? Is it merely the question of if said being can touch that faith and live in it? 

Thoughts to meditate on.


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