khristiankhristian
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Hello, hello to you all. My name is Loic Cabrel, I’m an author and writer of stories and books
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Post by khristiankhristian on Nov 2, 2022 0:47:28 GMT -8
Harry Potter of Air and the Airer’s Airstone is the first book of the Harry Potter of Air series in the aerowizarding and aerowitching world of aerowizardry and aerowitchcraft, called Aerowizardia and Aerowitchia, and where lives aerowizards and aerowitches / airwizards and airwitches. This wizarding and witching world of the celestial section, Celestia, is a whitish Air world in the East-and-Right where air wizards and witches fly with wings in the air/airlands, with its main organisms being birds and the Aves, and its central character called Harry Potter of Air, and its first book Harry Potter of Air and the Airer’s Airstone. Harry Potter of Air is part of the Harry Potter Alternate. The Harry Potter Alternate is a new alternate Harry Potter series The Harry Potter Alternate sees Harry Potter in a new series in the Wizarding and Witchcrafting World. The Harry Potter Alternate is a new Harry Potter franchise — an alternate to J. K. Rowling's Harry Potter series, which is a new alternate Harry Potter series, and which sees various Harry Potters in their new series’ in the new Wizarding and Witchcrafting World, in a series of fantasy novels chronicling the lives of the various Harry Potter wizards, and their respective versions’ friends: Hermione Grangers and Ron Weasleys, as they are students at the various versions’ Hogwarts’ Schools’ of Wizardry and Witchcraft, in the various versions’ wizarding and witchcrafting worlds. The Harry Potter Alternate also consists of the Harry Potter Elemental and the Harry Potter Realmal The Harry Potter Elemental is about the respective elemental Harry Potter characters and the respective elemental witches and wizards of the respective elemental wizarding and witchcrafting worlds, while the Harry Potter Realmal is about the respective realmal Harry Potter characters and the respective realmal witches and wizards of the respective realmal wizarding and witchcrafting worlds. It is the new Harry Potter brand (made up of the Harry Potter Elemental and Harry Potter Realmal brands) of the new Wizarding and Witchcrafting World franchise and shared universe centered on the series of books. The new Harry Potter Alternate, set in several wizarding and witchcrafting worlds all comprising a new Wizarding and Witchcrafting World, is the new shared universe where stories in the books to be published take place, with the Harry Potter Elemental and Harry Potter Realmal characters living in this universe, and with this Wizarding and Witchcrafting World being a "multiverse" consisting of separate wizarding and witchcrafting worlds’ universes, all of which are the “Wizarding and Witchcrafting World”. The eight upcoming Harry Potter Alternate books of the Harry Potter Elemental brand are: 1ST Harry Potter of Earth (whose book is about the Harry Potter of the Earth element), 2ND Harry Potter of Air (whose book is about the Harry Potter of the Air element), 3RD Harry Potter of Fire (whose book is about the Harry Potter of the Fire element), 4TH Harry Potter of Water (whose book is about the Harry Potter of the Water element), 5TH Harry Potter of Aether (whose book is about the Harry Potter of the Aether element), 6TH Harry Potter of Ether (whose book is about the Harry Potter of the Ether element), 7TH Harry Potter of Space (whose book is about the Harry Potter of the Space element), and 8TH Harry Potters of Element (whose book is about all the Harry Potters of the Elements, who as a team of wizard element-powered superheroes and the protagonists of the elemental Wizarding and Witchcrafting World (WWW) brand, and labelled the “Elemental Wizarding and Witchcrafting World’s Hugest Heroes”, consists of the above seven elemental Harry Potters. Diegetically, these Harry Potter superheroes operate independently in their respective books, and all assemble as a team of Harry Potters of Element in the Harry Potters of Element book to tackle especially formidable villainous elemental wizards and witches, as they are committed to the elemental Wizarding and Witchcrafting World’s protection from the variety of elemental Voldemorts’ threats); with the respective principal, heroic characters being Harry Potter of Earth, Harry Potter of Air, Harry Potter of Fire, Harry Potter of Water, Harry Potter of Aether, Harry Potter of Ether, Harry Potter of Space, all as the Harry Potters of Element; and each elemental Harry Potter character and his book having its own individual story, plot and characters. The eight upcoming Harry Potter Alternate books of the Harry Potter Realmal brand are: 1ST Harry Potter of Ground (whose book is about the Harry Potter of the Land realm), 2ND Harry Potter of Sky (whose book is about the Harry Potter of the Sky realm), 3RD Harry Potter of Blaze (whose book is about the Harry Potter of the Blaze realm), 4TH Harry Potter of Sea (whose book is about the Harry Potter of the Sea realm), 5TH Harry Potter of Aster (whose book is about the Harry Potter of the Aster realm), 6TH Harry Potter of Planet (whose book is about the Harry Potter of the Planet realm), 7TH Harry Potter of Universe (whose book is about the Harry Potter of the Universe realm), and 8TH Harry Potters of Realm (whose book is about all the Harry Potters of the Realms, who as a team of wizard realm-powered superheroes and the protagonists of the realmal Wizarding and Witchcrafting World (WWW) brand, and labelled the “Realmal Wizarding and Witchcrafting World’s Hugest Heroes”, consists of the above seven realmal Harry Potters. Diegetically, these Harry Potter superheroes operate independently in their respective books, and all assemble as a team of Harry Potters of Realm in the Harry Potters of Realm book to tackle especially formidable villainous realmal wizards and witches, as they are committed to the realmal Wizarding and Witchcrafting World’s protection from the variety of realmal Voldemorts’ threats); with the respective principal, heroic characters being Harry Potter of Ground, Harry Potter of Sky, Harry Potter of Blaze, Harry Potter of Sea, Harry Potter of Aster, Harry Potter of Planet, Harry Potter of Universe, all as the Harry Potters of Realm; and each realmal Harry Potter character and his book having its own individual story, plot and characters. Each book’s central Characters include the alternate respective elemental and realmal versions of Harry Potter: Harry Potter of Earth, Harry Potter of Air, Harry Potter of Fire, Harry Potter of Water, Harry Potter of Aether, Harry Potter of Ether, Harry Potter of Space, Harry Potter of Element; and, Harry Potter of Ground, Harry Potter of Sky, Harry Potter of Blaze, Harry Potter of Sea, Harry Potter of Aster, Harry Potter of Planet, Harry Potter of Universe, and Harry Potter of Realm. The Harry Potter Alternate of the Wizarding and Witchcrafting World Book titles: 1st Harry Potter Earth / Harry Potter Earthan / Harry Potter of the Earth 2nd Harry Potter Air / Harry Potter Airan / Harry Potter of the Air 3rd Harry Potter Fire / Harry Potter Firean / Harry Potter of the Fire 4th Harry Potter Water / Harry Potter Wateran / Harry Potter of the Water 5th Harry Potter Aether / Harry Potter Aetheran / Harry Potter of the Aether 6th Harry Potter Ether / Harry Potter Etheran / Harry Potter of the Ether 7th Harry Potter Space / Harry Potter Spacean / Harry Potter of the Space 8th Harry Potter Element / Harry Potter Elementan / Harry Potter of the Element 1st Harry Potter Ground / Harry Potter Groundan / Harry Potter of the Ground 2nd Harry Potter Sky / Harry Potter Skyan / Harry Potter of the Sky 3rd Harry Potter Blaze / Harry Potter Blazean / Harry Potter of the Blaze 4th Harry Potter Sea / Harry Potter Sean / Harry Potter of the Sea 5th Harry Potter Aster / Harry Potter Asteran / Harry Potter of the Aster 6th Harry Potter Planet / Harry Potter Planetan / Harry Potter of the Planet 7th Harry Potter Universe / Harry Potter Universean / Harry Potter of the Universe 8th Harry Potter Realm / Harry Potter Realman / Harry Potter of the Realm The Harry Potter Alternate new series is a series of series, with a total of 16 series – 8 series of the Harry Potter Elemental and 8 other series of the Harry Potter Realmal, with each series set up in its wizarding and witchcrafting world of the Wizarding and Witchcrafting World; and each having its own individual story, plot and characters. The 16 series as such of the Wizarding and Witchcrafting World are: A) The Harry Potter Elemental 8 series i) The Harry Potter of Earth series in the terrowizarding and terrowitching world of terrowizardry and terrowitchcraft, called Terrowizardia and Terrowitchia, and where lives terrowizards and terrowitches / earthwizards and earthwitches. This wizarding and witching world of the terrestrial section, Terrestria, is a greenish Earth world in the North where earth wizards and witches walk with legs on the earth/earthlands, with its main organisms being mammals and the Mammalia, and its central character called Harry Potter of Earth, and its first book Harry Potter of Earth and the Earther’s Earthstone which I plan to release as Earthie and the Earther’s Earthstone. ii) The Harry Potter of Air series in the aerowizarding and aerowitching world of aerowizardry and aerowitchcraft, called Aerowizardia and Aerowitchia, and where lives aerowizards and aerowitches / airwizards and airwitches. This wizarding and witching world of the celestial section, Celestia, is a whitish Air world in the East where air wizards and witches fly with wings in the air/airlands, with its main organisms being birds and the Aves, and its central character called Harry Potter of Air, and its first book Harry Potter of Air and the Airer’s Airstone which I plan to release as Airie and the Airer’s Airstone. iii) The Harry Potter of Fire series in the igniowizarding and igniowitching world of igniowizardry and igniowitchcraft, called Igniowizardia and Igniowitchia, and where lives igniowizards and igniowitches / firewizards and firewitches. This wizarding and witching world of the fierial section, Fieria, is a reddish Fire world in the South where fire wizards and witches brachiate with arms in the fire/earthlands, with its main organisms being reptiles and the Reptilia, and its central character called Harry Potter of Fire, and its first book Harry Potter of Fire and the Firer’s Firestone which I plan to release as Fireie and the Firer’s Firestone. iv) The Harry Potter of Water series in the aquowizarding and aquowitching world of aquowizardry and aquowitchcraft, called Aquowizardia and Aquowitchia, and where lives aquowizards and aquowitches / waterwizards and waterwitches. This wizarding and witching world of the marinal section, Marinia, is a bluish Water world in the West where water wizards and witches swim with fins in the water/waterlands, with its main organisms being fishes and the Pisces, and its central character called Harry Potter of Water, and its first book Harry Potter of Water and the Waterer’s Waterstone which I plan to release as Waterie and the Waterer’s Waterstone. v) The Harry Potter of Aether series in the aetherowizarding and aetherowitching world of aetherowizardry and aetherowitchcraft, called Aetherowizardia and Aetherowitchia, and where lives aetherowizards and aetherowitches / aetherwizards and aetherwitches. This wizarding and witching world of the aetherial section, Aetheria, is a colourless Aether world in the Centre where aether wizards and witches twitch with undulipodia in the aether/aetherlands, with its main organisms being eukaryotes and the Eukarya, and its central character called Harry Potter of Aether, and its first book Harry Potter of Aether and the Aetherer’s Aetherstone which I plan to release as Aetherie and the Aetherer’s Aetherstone. vi) The Harry Potter of Ether series in the etherowizarding and etherowitching world of etherowizardry and etherowitchcraft, called Etherowizardia and Etherowitchia, and where lives etherowizards and etherowitches / etherwizards and etherwitches. This wizarding and witching world of the etherial section, Etheria, is a colourful Ether world in the Circumference where ether wizards and witches wave with antennae in the ether/etherlands, with its main organisms being both the molluscs and the Mollusca and the crustaceans and the Crustacea, and its central character called Harry Potter of Ether, and its first book Harry Potter of Ether and the Etherer’s Etherstone which I plan to release as Etherie and the Etherer’s Etherstone. vii) The Harry Potter of Space series in the spatiowizarding and spatiowitching world of spatiowizardry and spatiowitchcraft, called Spatiowizardia and Spatiowitchia, and where lives spatiowizards and spatiowitches / spacewizards and spacewitches. This wizarding and witching world of the etherial section, Spatia, the colouring Space world in the Circle where space wizards and witches jump with tails in the spaces/spacelands, with its main organisms being amphibians and the Amphibia, and its central character called Harry Potter of Space, and its first book Harry Potter of Space and the Spacer’s Spacestone which I plan to release as Spaceie and the Spacer’s Spacestone. viii) The Harry Potters of Elements series in the elementowizarding and elementowitching world of elementowizardry and elementowitchcraft, called Elementowizardia and Elementowitchia, and where lives elementowizards and elementowitches / elementwizards and elementwitches. This wizarding and witching world of the elemental section, Elementa, the all-colour Element world in the All-about where element wizards and witches locomote with locomotory organs in the elements/elementlands, with its main organisms being all organisms and the Organismia, and its central characters being all the Harry Potters collectively called the Harry Potters of Elements, and its first book Harry Potters of Elements and the Elementers’ Elementstones which I plan to release as Elementies and the Elementers’ Elementstones. B) The Harry Potter Realmal 8 series i) The Harry Potter of Ground series in the terrawizarding and terrawitching world of terrawizardry and terrawitchcraft, called Terrawizardia and Terrawitchia, and where lives terrawizards and terrawitches / groundwizards and groundwitches. This wizarding and witching world of the terrestrial section, Terria, is a greenish Ground world in the Up where ground wizards and witches walk with legs on the ground/groundlands, with its main organisms being mammals and the Mammalia, and its central character called Harry Potter of Ground, and its first book Harry Potter of Ground and the Grounder’s Groundstone which I plan to release as Groundie and the Grounder’s Groundstone. ii) The Harry Potter of Sky series in the caelowizarding and caelowitching world of caelowizardry and caelowitchcraft, called Caelowizardia and Caelowitchia, and where lives caelowizards and caelowitches / skywizards and skywitches. This wizarding and witching world of the caelestial section, Section Caelestia, is a whitish Sky world in the Right where sky wizards and witches fly with wings in the sky/skylands, with its main organisms being birds and the Aves, and its central character called Harry Potter of Sky, and its first book Harry Potter of Sky and the Skyer’s Skystone which I plan to release as Skyie and the Skyer’s Skystone. iii) The Harry Potter of Blaze series in the igniawizarding and igniawitching world of igniawizardry and igniawitchcraft, called Igniawizardia and Igniawitchia, and where lives igniawizards and igniawitches / blazewizards and blazewitches. This wizarding and witching world of the ignial section, Ignia, is a reddish Blaze world in the Down where blaze wizards and witches brachiate with arms in the blazes/blazelands, with its main organisms being reptiles and the Reptilia, and its central character called Harry Potter of Blaze, and its first book Harry Potter of Blaze and the Blazer’s Blazestone which I plan to release as Blazeie and the Blazer’s Blazestone. iv) The Harry Potter of Sea series in the marowizarding and marowitching world of marowizardry and marowitchcraft, called Marowizardia and Marowitchia, and where lives marowizards and marowitches / seawizards and seawitches. This wizarding and witching world of the marial section, Maria, is a bluish Sea world in the Left where sea wizards and witches swim with fins in the seas/sealands, with its main organisms being fishes and the Pisces, and its central character called Harry Potter of Sea, and its first book Harry Potter of Sea and the Seaer’s Seastone which I plan to release as Seaie and the Seaer’s Seastone. v) The Harry Potter of Aster series in the astrowizarding and astrowitching world of astrowizardry and astrowitchcraft, called Astrowizardia and Astrowitchia, and where lives astrowizards and astrowitches / asterwizards and asterwitches. This wizarding and witching world of the astral section, Astria, is a colourless Aster world in the Middle where aster wizards and witches twitch with undulipodia in the aster/asterlands, with its main organisms being eukaryotes and the Eukarya, and its central character called Harry Potter of Aster, and its first book Harry Potter of Aster and the Asterer’s Asterstone which I plan to release as Asterie and the Asterer’s Asterstone. vi) The Harry Potter of Planet series in the planetowizarding and planetowitching world of planetowizardry and planetowitchcraft, called Planetowizardia and Planetowitchia, and where lives planetowizards and planetowitches / planetwizards and planetwitches. This wizarding and witching world of the planetial section, Planetia, is a colourful Planet world in the Inbetween where planet wizards and witches wave with antennae in the planet/planetlands, with its main organisms being both the molluscs and the Mollusca and the crustaceans and the Crustacea, and its central character called Harry Potter of Planet, and its first book Harry Potter of Planet and the Planeter’s Planetstone which I plan to release as Planetie and the Planeter’s Planetstone. vii) The Harry Potter of Universe series in the universowizarding and universowitching world of universowizardry and universowitchcraft, called Universowizardia and Universowitchia, and where lives universowizards and universowitches / universewizards and universewitches. This wizarding and witching world of the universal section, Universia, the colouring Universe world in the Surround where universe wizards and witches jump with tails in the universe/universelands, with its main organisms being amphibians and the Amphibia, and its central character called Harry Potter of Universe, and its first book Harry Potter of Universe and the Universer’s Universestone which I plan to release as Universeie and the Universer’s Universestone. viii) The Harry Potters of Realms series in the regnowizarding and regnowitching world of regnowizardry and regnowitchcraft, called Regnowizardia and Regnowitchia, and where lives regnowizards and regnowitches / realmwizards and realmwitches. This wizarding and witching world of the realmal section, Regna, the all-colour Realm world in the All-over where realm wizards and witches locomote with locomotory organs in the realms/realmlands, with its main organisms being all organisms and the Organismia, and its central characters being all the Harry Potters collectively called the Harry Potters of Realms, and its first book Harry Potters of Realms and the Realmers’ Realmstones which I plan to release as Realmies and the Realmers’ Realmstones. The Table of Contents of Harry Potter of Air and the Airer’s Airstone Table of Contents Chapter 01: The AirBoy Who Lived Chapter 02: The Vaporating Glass Chapter 03: The Letter from the Air One Chapter 04: The Keeper of Aero-Keys Chapter 05: The Flying Aeroshop Chapter 06: The Flying Aerostore Chapter 07: The Journey on the Flying Milliwing Chapter 08: The Journey on the Flying Centiwing Chapter 09: The Sorting Aero-Hat Chapter 10: The Aero-Potions Master Chapter 11: The Midnight Aero-Duel Chapter 12: Aero-Shoot Score-in (a score-in Aero-Quidditch sport) Chapter 13: Aero-Shot Score-in (a score-in Aero-Quidditch sport) Chapter 14: Aero-Soccer Score-in (a score-in Aero-Quidditch sport) Chapter 15: Aero-Shoot Score-out (a score-out Aero-Quidditch sport) Chapter 16: Aero-Shot Score-out (a score-out Aero-Quidditch sport) Chapter 17: Aero-Soccer Score-out (a score-out Aero-Quidditch sport) Chapter 18: Halloween-of-Air Chapter 19: Halloween-of-Aerie Chapter 20: Aero-Shoot Score-on (a score-on Aero-Quidditch sport) Chapter 21: Aero-Shot Score-on (a score-on Aero-Quidditch sport) Chapter 22: Aero-Soccer Score-on (a score-on Aero-Quidditch sport) Chapter 23: Aero-Shoot Score-off (a score-off Aero-Quidditch sport) Chapter 24: Aero-Shot Score-off (a score-off Aero-Quidditch sport) Chapter 25: Aero-Soccer Score-off (a score-off Aero-Quidditch sport) Chapter 26: The Mirror of Air Chapter 27: The Mirror of Aerie Chapter 28: Airball (an air-balling sport) Chapter 29: Airballoon (an air-ballooning sport) Chapter 30: Airbowl (an air-bowling sport) Chapter 31: Airbomb (an air-bombing sport) Chapter 32: Airbombard (an air-bombarding sport) Chapter 33: Airbullet (an air-bulleting sport) Chapter 34: Flamaero, the Aero-philosopher Chapter 35: Dragonaero, the Dragon of Air Chapter 36: Chimaera, the Chimaera of Air Chapter 37: The Forbidden Flying Forest Chapter 38: Through the Aero-Trap Chapter 39: The Man with the Avian Face Chapter 40: The Man with the Ornithan Face
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khristiankhristian
First Year
Hello, hello to you all. My name is Loic Cabrel, I’m an author and writer of stories and books
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Post by khristiankhristian on Nov 2, 2022 1:01:47 GMT -8
CHAPTER ONE: THE AIRBOY WHO LIVED
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of the Airworld of the Humanworld, of number two, Nestland Flyway, were humans, normal humans, who had long ago rejected the idea that they were thus, as they were now the so called human aired or airmen — a name given to them by those of the wizarding world, though they themselves were neither wizard nor witch. This as such because they lived in a small community, which was secretly a wizarding community in this human world, and an aerowizarding community of aerowizards and aerowitches. In this community lived other such aired or airmen as they, as they were given this name by the true aired or airmen of the airworld — the aerowizard world, for the sole reason that they were aware of the aerowizards and aerowitches of the aerowizard world who were part of the wider wizarding world — as these ones were human relatives of theirs. They were thus not named as such because they were aerowizards and aerowitches, for they were not, nor neither had none wizardiness in them. In this community they generally took care of these minor aerowizard and aerowitch relatives of theirs till when they left for their true world — the aerowizarding world of the wizarding world.
This community, like most other communities of the airmen of the Airworld of the Humanworld, was an airland AKA aeroland — a land which consisted of winged and wingless lands, islands, isles, and islets hanging and suspended on the air, and either moving or unmoving. Most of these airlands consisted of gathered and grouped forested communities with very long and large trees and tree neighbourhoods, which had big, broad, thick, and strong branches and boughs which all entangled one with the other; and within the trees’ grand canopies were nested neighbourhoods of wooden, square, rectangular or circular nest-shaped houses where the human airmen as the Dursleys lived, and which had a pair of wings on each side, and also had double doors on their roofs and on the floors which served as double entries and exits from the houses. The Dursleys’ tree neighbourhood contained seven nests including theirs, but currently, only the Dursleys lived in the newly founded neighbourhood whose other six nests were still empty of occupants.
In this community also, Mr. Dursley was an aviocar driver, as he drove an aviocar — a sort of magical bird-shaped car. He was a slightly thick and tall and swift man, with long arms and long legs. Mrs. Dursley was tall too, and thin and long-membered also. The Dursleys had twin children, a boy and a girl called Dudley and Dudleya, whom they loved with all of their heart.
Another boy lived with the Dursleys, and he was the reason why they lived in this wizarding community. His name was Harry Potter, Harry Potter of Air as the aerowizarding community commonly called him, and he was the son of Mr. and Mrs. Potter. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley’s sister, whom upon discovering her wizarding and aerowizarding nature, moved to the aerowizarding world of the wizarding world to live there, and after got married to Mr. Potter with whom she had the child Harry Potter of Air who now lived with them.
But who was truly this Harry Potter of Air who was the present reason why the Dursleys lived in this wizarding community?
Harry Potter of Air was an air element being — an air-elementaler AKA aeroelementaler, who was from the air element — Airia, an element of airy and aircraft; and its air world — AeroWizardia, the aerowizard world of aerowizardry and aerowitchcraft, of which Harry Potter was also an air wizard being — an air-wizard AKA aerowizard. This air element was one of the elements of the element world known as the Elemental World — Elementia, a world of elementry and elementcraft, who had several elements in respect of and representing its elements; so as its air world which was one of the worlds of the elemental wizard world known as the Wizarding and Witchcrafting World — Wizardia and Witchcraftia, a world of wizardry and witchcraft, who had several worlds in respect of and representing its elemental wizarding and witchcrafting worlds.
Airian of the air and its aerowizardian and aerowitchcraftian world was located in the East of the Elemental world and its Wizarding and Witchcrafting world. Elementia of elements and of elementalers, and its Wizardia of worlds and of wizards, was an alternative world, which was an alternative to the Earth of humans.
Harry Potter of Air as such was an elementaler of Elementia and a wizard of Wizardia, who lived in the humans’ world of Earth in his human form, though far from the humans who were not similar to him.
But how come that Harry Potter of Air, a non-normal human and an aerowizard of the aerowizarding world, did end in the lives of the Dursleys; and which had the Dursleys, normal humans of the human world, live forth as airmen as they lived with wizards and witches of a wizarding community in an aerowizarding community of aerowizards and aerowitches?
Before the arrival of Harry Potter of Air in the lives of the Dursleys, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley had been living for a couple of months in the aerowizarding community, and this had come to be so, when the two loving sisters, Mrs. Dursley and Mrs. Potter, had both gotten married at the same period, and gotten pregnant at the same time, and Mrs. Potter had suggested to Mrs. Dursley that she and her husband move to the secret aerowizarding community where they could easily and quite often see each other without worries about secrecy and discretion — which was something they couldn’t easily do in the human community, and where their forthcoming children could also easily see each other — it was easier for a human to live in the wizarding, than for a wizard to live in the human world where many laws about the usage and practice of magic, wizardry and witchcraft hindered the easy and normal life and living conditions, as Mrs. Potter had argued to justify her point, and which the reticent Dursleys had after agree to — and thus the Dursleys now living in the aerowizarding community, which had been a bizarre experience at first, but which had become a pleasant and enjoyable strangeness, and after an admiration and appreciation of all things magical and wizarding at last — as also Mr. Dursley who had been an aircraft pilot now became a personal aviocar driver in this new wizarding life.
Our story starts thus, when Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, fully living in the aerowizarding and aerowitchcrafting community, woke up one early morning; and there was nothing about the windy atmosphere, and cloudy and anomaly strange bird-filled sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country.
Mr. Dursley chanted as he geared up for work, hurrying as he did not want to be late in picking the Potters at the aviostation. He had tried to have them yesterday night about their travel schedule and couldn’t get them, and he thought it better to be early at the aviostation. Mrs. Dursley chatted happily, as she cleaned a wailing Dudley, about the coming of the Potters and their son Harry, which will be the first time the two couples will be meeting each other after the birth of their children which they shall present to each other.
None of them took notice of the large flocks of birds flutter past the window, for it was but normal in this community to see them fill and fly the skies, but unusual in that they were more numerous today than they had ever being, and consisted of many breeds of birds from the regular and usual breeds to the unusual and rarely seen ones.
At eight thirty, Mr. Dursley picked up his wallet, pecked Mrs. Dursley on the cheek, and kiss Dudley and Dudleya good-bye. “Loving littlies,” chortled Mr. Dursley as he left the nest, walked the tree’s branchy courtyard to his aviocar whose wings were raised up, stopped before it and spoke, “ouverite te,” which was the ‘open’ spell-word he had invented to command the aviocar to open up after he had been symbiosed to it, and the aviocar’s side door rose up as a wing, and Mr. Dursley entered it, sat on the driver’s seat located on the fore-belly of the aviocar and facing the skull-shaped dashboard, and took hold with both hands of the brain-shaped steering wheel on the centre of the dashboard, and spoke again, “demarro et roulo”, and the aviocar started in a bird cry, the wings stretched inward and outward, upward and downward, and flapped as the aviocar pulled away and soared out of number two’s drive, and up to the branches and boughs of his tree’s canopy, and out of the canopy, and away from their airland.
Mr. Dursley rode the aviocar to the aeroway still not taking notice of the unusual flocks of birds fly past, concentrated on getting to the Potters — thinking of the appropriate way to thank them for letting him, Mrs. Dursley, and little Dudley and Dudleya move on and settle in the aerowizarding, which he hadn’t yet properly done. It was on the corner of the aerial street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar — a bird reading a map. For a second, Mr. Dursley didn’t realize what he had seen — then he jerked his head around to look again. There was a snowy, white bird, flightless, and flapping her wings on the corner of Nestland Flyway, but there wasn’t a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. Mr. Dursley blinked and stared at the bird. It stared back. But he thought thrillingly again that he was in the wizarding and all impossible and unimaginable were possible here.
As Mr. Dursley flew around the corner and along the aerial road, he watched the bird in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Nestland Flyway — no, looking at the sign. This didn’t puzzle him but thrilled him once more to see a bird reading a map or sign — an impossibility in the human world. Mr. Dursley called himself back and put the bird out of his mind. As he rode toward town he brought himself back to thinking of the Potters, as he passed by the numerous winged and wingless, and moving and unmoving aero-lands, aero-islands, aero-isles, and aero-islets.
But on the edge of the very vast aero-island that served as the town in which he was heading into, the Potters were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic congestion of the myriad of flying and floating winged, feathered, winged-and-feathered, and non-winged-and-non-feathered aerovehicles — consisting of the aerial aerovehicles and aeravehicles, the birded aviovehicles and orniovehicles, the winged alaovehicles and pterovehicles, the feathered plumovehicles and poupoulovehicles, and the other flying volovehicles and petovehicles as he had studied them all and chosen for himself an aviovehicle; all waiting to enter the extremely vast canopy ahead, he couldn’t help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in strange cloaks. Mr. Dursley knew they were the true airmen, or the aeromen — the aerowizards and aerowitches, and the winged, feathered, winged-and-feathered and non-winged-and-non-feathered bunch of them; and he was surprised to see them in so great numbers as he wondered on what occasion he might have missed which brought them in so great numbers, and had them dressed in these strange cloaks. He was after all an aviocar driver, and this got him to know in advance all the latest happenings and occurrences in this wizarding as he got from the talks, chats, and gossips from fellow aviocar drivers and passengers — human or aerowizard.
Mr. Dursley watched them as he loved seeing them in their wizarding clothes — fancy cloaks and clothes did these aerowizards wore which he hadn’t ever seen. He supposed this was some out-of-the-ordinary wizarding new fashion. He slightly slid his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these aerowizards and aerowitches standing quite close by. They were whispering excitedly together. Mr. Dursley was happy to see that a couple of them were of his age and were with their children; wow, that man had to be closer to his age and his toddler son whose hand he was holding had to be Dudley’s elder by some months, and both were wearing a diamond-white cloak! How it struck him! And then it struck Mr. Dursley again that this was probably some wizarding festivity — these people were obviously feasting on something . . . yes, that would be it. The traffic moved on, and he flew into the canopy, flew all along the tangled streets and roads, and a few minutes later, Mr. Dursley arrived at the aerostation, entered it, and turned and took the tangled avioways and ornithoways to its aviostation and ornithostation, his mind back on the Potters.
Mr. Dursley arrived the aviostation, parked his aviocar alongside others, got out of it and walked to the white building behind and entered it as it was crowded as usual with humans and aerowizards, and almost all of them strangely dressed too. Within too, he saw the usual birds, the messenger birds, but today there were also the atypical birds, all soaring, swooping, and flying past all about the place — some were carrying parcels, packets, packages and messages which they delivered to those intended to, while the others were flying off with what things they had to deliver.
Some people were pointing and gazing open-mouthed as flock after flock sped all about and all over the place — the humans as he they were mostly. Most of them had rarely seen these types of birds, even here in the wizarding. Mr. Dursley proceeded forth to locate the Potters whom he believed had already arrived. He walked to the main waiting room first trying to see if they had already come and were waiting for him, but he saw none of them as he walked from one waiting room to the other. Then he tried the arrivers’ stands and seats, and still saw not the Potters. Good God! Mr. Dursley thought as the place all over was crowded with aerowizards and aerowitches who were numerous today than he had ever seen, as he found it difficult to navigate about and around as they were all crowding and chaotic. He eyed them cheerfully as he walked on. He didn’t know why, but they made him happy. He passed bunches of them who were conversing joyfully and jubilantly too, and he could see them either tying or tucking messages or parcels on their birds, or untying them from the birds and scrambling to opening them. It was after passing them that he clearly got some words of what they were saying.
“The Potters, that’s it, that’s what I heard!”
“Yes it’s them, yes it’s their son, Harry of Air!”
Mr. Dursley stopped. He had just heard them saying ‘Potter’ and ‘Harry’ in the same conversation.
He then turned to see them hold up their glasses and say in jovial voices: “To Harry Potter of Air — the airboy who lived!”
Mr. Dursley perplexed looked at the conversers wondering if they were talking about the Potters who where his family, thinking that it must obviously be the case, and that they might be acquaintances of the Potters, and the Potters might be with them and be somewhere near. And wait, what did they mean by ‘To Harry Potter of Air — the airboy who lived!’ This had him more puzzled, and he then walked to them as he had to assure himself at all costs.
“Hello sir!” He spoke to the elderly man of them, a tall man with average white wings in glittering gray cloak, as he gave him his hand.
“Hello. Hello.” The man answered jovially as his face split into a wide smile, as his comrades smile widely too. “My dear sir, we should all rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy day!”
And the old man hugged Mr. Dursley around the middle as all his fellows joined themselves to the hug.
Mr. Dursley stood rooted to the spot as he was been hugged by complete strangers, though he however put it aside for the happiness the wizards were having today, though he didn’t yet know the real reason of it. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that was, but he put it aside.
Then they all untangled themselves one by one from the hug, and Mr. Dursley feeling squeezed but nonetheless uncaring, addressed the man. “Sir, I heard you speak about the Potters . . .”
“Yes, yes!” The old man happily said. “The Potters!” he exclaimed. “Yes the Potters. What a brave people they are. What a brave deed they have done for us wizards and you Muggles alike.” He said holding and shaking Mr. Dursley tightly on the spot. “I hope they are alright.” He said this time with an air of worry.
Mr. Dursley who kept getting confused, and not understanding, and wondering if they were talking about the same Potters asked for assurance. “Sir, are you talking about the Potters, Lily and James Potter whose son is Harry Potter?”
“Yes!” the old man said as regained his happiness. “Yes, of course! I am talking about Lily and James Potter, parents of Harry Potter of Air. Which other Potters could be possibly spoken about of today?”
Mr. Dursley sensed and uneasiness getting hold of him, as he thought about what the old man said earlier about the Potters and about hoping they were alright. He looked a bit around to see if he might spot the Potters, but then with the crowds moving all about . . . well. He turned to the man and anxiously asked. “What about them? What is this brave deed they have done? What do you mean hoping they are alright? Where are they? Hearing you talk about them I thought they were with you?”
“Well Mister, they aren’t with me, and why will they be with me?” The elderly man spoke eyeing Mr. Dursley. “They aren’t here, and wouldn’t be anywhere of all places except at their place, that at least I’m sure of that.” He said, and peered at Mr. Dursley again nodding. “Well, I can see you Muggles aren’t yet getting what has really happened. You should know that You-Know-Who went to the Potters’ place last night to kill them, and one thing that emerged from that is that the terrible You-Know-Who simply disappeared, and no one knows exactly how and what really happened. We are all celebrating the disappearance of You-Know-Who after all the terrific things he has done, and we just all hope nothing serious has happened to the Potters and their son.”
“Oh!” Was all that Mr. Dursley could think of saying, as this information totally took him.
“Yes Mister.” The man jovially said as his wings fluttered and flew him after his fellows who were flying away towards oncomers.
Standing rooted on the spot again and confounded than ever, Mr. Dursley then thought of how yesterday, he and Mrs. Dursley had tried in vain to reach the Potters about their journey to their home. But they couldn’t because they were apparently in some . . . ‘fight’, and with a certain . . . ‘You-Know-Who’, and who was this person You-Know-Who who seemed feared by these aerowizards? What did he want to the Potters? Wait, were they even really talking about the same Potters? His own Potters? No, he wasn’t sure. But then, why not they? How many same people could be called Lily and James Potter who had a son called Harry Potter, Harry Potter of Air? If they were then talking about the same Potters, were the Potters then safe after what he had just heard concerning them?
Mr. Dursley didn’t understand anything of it all as fear started flooding him. What should he do? If clearly they were talking about the same Potters, then there was no chance of they being here, as they wouldn’t have surely made the journey to them.
Mr. Dursley then saw the elderly aerowizard flying back towards him with an inquiring look.
“Hey Mister!” The aerowizard called out to him. “I heard you say you thought they were with me? Who are you? Are you Muggle a fellow of theirs? Did you come to collect them?” He spoke this last scrutinizing Mr. Dursley.
“I am . . .” Mr. Dursley lost his words. Despite the multitude of questions he wanted to ask this aerowizard about what had really happened to the Potters, and if they were being safe, and if someone amongst their kind was up to them, he believed he wouldn’t have reliable information from him as he would simply delay him. He then thought that as it was evident that the Potters couldn’t have come and wouldn’t be here, and as he threw a last glance all about the aviostation with a desperation to see them, and seeing nothing of them, he then thought he better left for home to see Mrs. Dursley and tell her all about it, and so they could see what they could do to contact the aerowizarding authorities to tell them more about it, and see if they could give them information about the Potters.
Mr. Dursley retreated and walked pass the aerowizard who called out to him, but Mr. Dursley ignored him for time was of the utmost urgent to him.
As he walked by, he found it a lot harder to concentrate on the crowds and their various activities and entertainment. Out of the building, he hurried to his aviocar, and still so worried and rattled, he set off for home, trying not to think of worst things, as he never loved them, because he knew they led to no better things.
As he swooped down to the driveway of number two, the first thing he saw — and it slightly softened his mood — was the snowy bird he’d spotted earlier on. It was now perching on one of his tree’s branch. He was sure it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes.
“Hey!” said Mr. Dursley amiably. “Hey ho!”
The bird didn’t move, but just silently stared at him. Birds’ behaviour of the wizarding world! thought Mr. Dursley as he wondered if it wasn’t as sapient and sentient as humans. Pulling himself together, he let himself into the house, keen to tell everything to his wife.
Mrs. Dursley had just nursed Dudley and Dudleya into sleep when Mr. Dursley entered the living room.
“Ah, Vernon! Where are they?” Mrs. Dursley eagerly asked as she looked past him.
“Petunia, I believe they weren’t there.” Mr. Dursley said aghast. “I think they won’t be coming to us any sooner?”
“Why? What do you mean by this Vernon?” Mrs. Dursley asked alarmed by her husband’s behaviour.
“Petunia, I have to tell you something,” Mr. Dursley spoke distressed, as he sat down, “something . . . terrible that I have heard . . ., and that might be related to Lily and James and little Harry . . ., and strange things that I have seen that should confirm this.”
Mrs. Dursley panicky, then listened to the tale of Mr. Dursley who told her about the flocks of all sorts of birds and aerowizards everywhere in unusual clothes and cloaks, and all gathering together and celebrating the disappearance of a certain terrible You-Know-Who, who had disappeared after he had tried to kill the Potters the night before, and which when he enquired to know much about these Potters, were without doubt their own Potters — James, Lily, and Harry, whose fate the aerowizards knew not much about, and were worried about their well-being also.
“Oh Vernon!” Mrs. Dursley exclaimed after Mr. Dursley ended his tale. “What should we do?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know Petunia.” Mr. Dursley said impatiently.
“Shouldn’t we contact any of these aerowizarding authorities?”
“We should, I was just thinking about them. They should be able to give us more information about all of this.”
“Oh, Lily! James, Harry!” Mrs. Dursley said. “What is all these?”
“I will leave immediately then,” said Mr. Dursley heavily. “You should stay at home and look after the children.”
“Ok. Okay.” Mrs. Dursley said flustered.
As Mr. Dursley and Mrs. Dursley spoke in their living room, the bird was still there. Mr. Dursley then remembered it and told Mrs. Dursley about it, and the two went to the living room window and peered down into the front garden. The bird was there. It was staring down Nestland Flyway as though it were waiting for something. They wondered if it could have anything to do with the current situation.
“Vernon, we could try to talk to it.” Mrs. Dursley desperately said. “Maybe it could tell us something about all this?”
“No, I don’t think Petunia, dear.” Mr. Dursley hopelessly said. “I tried to call its attention, it simply stared at me.”
“Oh!” simply said Mrs. Dursley.
They despairingly then left the window as Mr. Dursley went upstairs to the bedroom to prepare himself to the aerowizarding authorities, and Mrs. Dursley took the children to their own bedroom.
The bird on the branch outside was still and staring. It was still as a statue, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Nestland Flyway. It didn’t so much as flutter when an aviocar door slammed on the next street, nor when two other owls swooped overhead.
However, sooner the bird did stir as it sensed something. On the corner it had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently a vast pair of white wings and a man from whose back the wings protruded, that you’d have thought he’d just popped out of the air. The bird’s tail twitched and its eyes narrowed. The man swooped down and gently landed on the ground. His white wings were wide and his feathers white as they covered his body. An old man he stood, and an aeroelementaler and aerowizard of the airmen being breed. He was tall, thin, and very old, from the white silvery of his hair and beard, which were both long past his waist. He was wearing long robes, a silver-coloured cloak that swept the ground, and silver-coloured high-heeled, buckled boots. His white eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man’s name was Albus Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore of Air.
He then did seem to realize he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the bird, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the bird seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, “I should have known.”
Following him and appearing out of air were a man and a woman, whose wide white wings brought them gracefully to the ground. The two were distinctly humanlike as Dumbledore of Air with wings and feathers also, and were equally birdlike as their bodies were slightly curvy from the front, and their mouths beaky, their lower arms and lower legs scaly, their hands and feet scaly, and their fingers and toes clawed. Husband and wife they were, and not too tall, and adults, and had gray hairs and moustaches and beards. They wore robes and cloaks of matching gray and green colours, and wore gloves and boots which had holes for their clawed fingers and toes. They had big, black, beady eyes, and dense facial hair which seemed so in the other parts of their feathery body. These were the Avibiens — Mister Avion and Mistress Eleanor, who were also aeroelementalers, and an aerowizard and aerowitch, who were of the birdmen being breed.
Seconds later, two pair of white wings appeared also out of air, and the man and woman from whose backs the wings protruded swooped down and softly landed on the ground beside Dumbledore of Air who watched their arrival. Wide white wings did they have too, but their bodies weren’t feathered as Dumbledore of Air’s and the Avibiens, but simply covered in slightly thickly human hairs as they were more humanlike as Dumbledore. They were husband and wife as they stood tall in their middle age, and had white hair and beard for the man, and brown hair for the woman who equally had thick eyelashes. Both wore white-and-black robes and brown-coloured sweeping cloaks, high-heeled buckled boots, and a scarf on the man, and a shawl on the woman. They were also aeroelementalers, and an aerowizard and aerowitch, who were of the wingmen being breed. They were the Alawins — Sire Alain and Siress Liana.
Immediately, a smack sounded, and falling out of the air was another man and woman as they thudded on the ground beside those present. They were all feather-covered, except for their faces and hands and feet. They too were husband and wife, and were slightly tall, with the man taller than the woman and thicker, and were sharply featured, and their brown and black eyes were bright and intensely expressive. They also were in robes, sweeping cloaks, and high-heeled buckled boots. They both had black hair, with the man’s more coal black and short, and the woman’s jet black and curly and long. Aeroelementalers also were they, and an aerowizard and aerowitch who were of the feathermen being breed. The Plumafeas they were — Sir Pius and Madam Plumafea.
Then another swooping sound was heard as fell on the ground two other oncomers, a man and a woman. These ones had neither wings nor feathers as the other aerowizards and aerowitches, as they looked like the true humans of the human world. They however were endowed with the flying ability as they were aeroelementalers and aerowizards of the flymen being breed. They were also spouses, and were as tall as Dumbledore and middle-aged. They had an air of calmness and composure with sparkling stares. The two too were clothed in cloaks and robes and boots all white and gray. The man was auburn haired, the woman was platinum haired; and the former’s beard and moustache were beautifully shaven, while the woman’s eyebrows and eyelashes were thick and thoroughly trimmed. These two were the Voloflys — Master Victor and Mastress Marjorie.
“Mr. and Mrs. Avibien!” Dumbledore of Air acknowledged to the birdlike couple with a bow which they responded with also.
“Mr. and Mrs. Alawin!” To the winged couple who acknowledged back.
“Mr. and Mrs. Plumafea!” He said to the feathered couple who acquiesced.
“Mr. and Mrs. Volofly.” To the wingless and featherless couple who slightly bowed.
There they were, the new arrivers, who remotely resembled humans of this human world, Earth, and were of the elemental wizarding and witchcrafting world’s Airia and AeroWizardia, as Dumbledore of Air turned and addressed to them thus in their order of arrival.
They all represented the main being breeds of the air element beings − aeroelementalers, who were from the air element − Airia, similarly also air wizard beings − aerowizards, from the air world − AeroWizardia.
“And finally Professor McGonagall of Air who is present with us!” Dumbledore of Air added, as he turned to smile at the bird whose beady eyes had been watching the entire scene, but it had gone. Instead he was smiling at an average silver winged, and rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the bird had had around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, and a white-emerald one. Her white-and-black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled. “Fancy seeing you all here!”
They all nodded to Professor McGonagall of Air, who returned the nod.
“I thought I’ll be seeing you here alone Albus,” said Professor McGonagall of Air, “but I see you have brought out here our friends also.”
“Well, here we are all.” Dumbledore of Air said as his feathers followed by wings slipped into his skin.
“How did you know it was me as bird?” Professor McGonagall of Air asked Dumbledore of Air.
“My dear Professor, I’ve never seen a bird perch so stiffly.”
“You’d be stiff if you’d been perching on a tree branch,” said Professor McGonagall of Air.
“All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here.”
Professor McGonagall of Air sniffed angrily.
“Oh yes, everyone’s celebrating, all right,” she said impatiently.
“You’d think they’d be a bit more careful, but no — even the Muggles have noticed something’s going on.” She jerked her head back at the Dursleys’ living-room window. “Even the Dursleys are already aware of it. ... Well, the humans are not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent — I’ll bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense.”
“You can’t blame them,” said Dumbledore of Air gently. “We’ve had precious little to celebrate for eleven years.”
“I know that,” said Professor McGonagall of Air irritably. “But that’s no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless out on the streets, not even dressed in decent clothes, swapping rumours, celebrating.”
“Well, there is certainly as much to celebrate Minerva!” Sire Alain said in a deep tone.
“And so much shall there be in the coming days.” Siress Liana assured.
“Well, I guess so,” said Professor McGonagall of Air grudgingly.
She then threw sharp, sideways glances at the lot of them, as though hoping they were going to tell her much more immediately, and impatient, she went on. “A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone?”
“It certainly seems so,” said Dumbledore of Air. “We have much to be thankful for.”
“So much than we can think of,” said Mastress Marjorie in a slight shudder.
“Would you all care for a lime lop?” asked Dumbledore of Air.
“A what?” chorused all of them.
“A lime lop. They’re a kind of Muggle sweet I’m rather fond of.”
“No, thank you,” they all said same, as though they didn’t think this was the moment for lime lops.
“As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone —” started Professor McGonagall of Air.
“My dear Professor,” interrupted Dumbledore of Air, “surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this ‘You-Know-Who’ nonsense — for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort.” They all flinched, but Dumbledore of Air, who was unsticking two lime lops, seemed not to notice. “It all gets so confusing if we keep saying ‘You-Know-Who.’ I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort’s name.”
“We know you haven’t,” said Professor McGonagall of Air, sounding half exasperated, half admiring.
“And you’re different,” added Siress Liana.
“Everyone knows you’re the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of.” Madam Plumafea spoke.
“You all flatter me,” said Dumbledore calmly. “Voldemort had powers I will never have.”
“Only because you’re too — well — noble to use them.” Professor McGonagall of Air said.
“It’s lucky its dark. I haven’t blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs.”
Professor McGonagall of Air shot a sharp look at Dumbledore of Air, and at the lot of them, and said, “the birds and aves are nothing next to the rumours that are flying around. You know what everyone’s saying? About why he’s disappeared? About what finally stopped him?”
It seemed that Professor McGonagall of Air had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on the cold, hard branch, for neither as a bird nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever “everyone” was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore of Air and the others told her it was true. Dumbledore of Air, however, was choosing another lime lop and did not answer.
“What they’re saying,” she pressed on, “is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric’s Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumour is that Lily and James Potter are — are — that they’re — dead.”
Dumbledore of Air bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped and stared at the others whose sombre looks confirmed this — the men stood as ever silent, as Mastress Marjorie stifled a sob, while Madam Plumafea sobbed silently, and Siress Liana wiped her eyes.
“Oh . . . Lily and James . . . Gone . . . I can’t believe it . . . I didn’t want to believe it . . . Oh, Albus . . .”
Dumbledore of Air reached out and patted her on the shoulder. “I know . . . I know . . .” he said heavily.
Professor McGonagall of Air’s voice trembled as she went on. “That’s not all. They’re saying he tried to kill the Potters’ son, Harry of Air. But — he couldn’t. He couldn’t kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but they’re saying that when he couldn’t kill Harry Potter of Air, Voldemort’s power somehow broke — and that’s why he’s gone.”
Dumbledore of Air nodded glumly.
“It’s — it’s true?” faltered Professor McGonagall of Air. “After all he’s done . . . all the people he’s killed . . . he couldn’t kill a little boy? It’s just astounding . . . of all the things to stop him . . . but how in the name of heaven did Harry of Air survive?”
“We can only guess,” said Dumbledore of Air. “We may never know.”
Professor McGonagall of Air pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore of Air gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore of Air, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, “Hagrid’s late. I suppose it was he who told you I’d be here, by the way?”
“Yes,” said Professor McGonagall of Air. “And I guess why you’re here,” she said this to Dumbledore of Air, “and why you’re all here of all places,” she said this to the others.
“We’ve come to bring Harry of Air to his aunt and uncle,” said Dumbledore of Air, “they’re the only family he has left now.”
“And we’ve all also come to bring him and live in this neighbourhood with him and the Dursleys,” proclaimed Mastress Marjorie.
“We come thus to tell the Dursleys that we will be living with them and with Harry,” said Madam Plumafea. “We are their new neighbours.”
This totally surprised Professor McGonagall of Air who simply said, “oh!”
“There are seven nests in this new neighbourhood of theirs in which James and Lily installed them in,” Mastress Marjorie said, “and six of them are still empty, and four shall soon be occupied by us.”
“Oh!” exclaimed again Professor McGonagall of Air.
“We would be staying with the Dursleys and Harry till Harry’s tenth birthday at least,” said Siress Liana, “when he will be of an age to leave for the aerowizarding world.”
“Ah!” again Professor McGonagall of Air. “And I suppose this has more to do with Harry Potter of Air?”
“Yes of course, Professor,” said Dumbledore of Air. “It has all to do with him. It’s all about keeping an eager eye on him and watching him as he lives his life.”
“This as much as we don’t truly know what’s gotten with Voldemort,” then spoke Master Victor. “We don’t really know what’s happened to him.”
“We don’t know if he’s disappeared for good, or if he’s disappeared to some place from where he could one day come back and exact vengeance,” said Sir Pius.
“And if that be so,” said Master Victor, “then we all know to whom that vengeance would be directed at first.”
They all stayed silent knowing the answer to this.
“Thus the need to keep a keen eye on Harry Potter of Air and his heritage,” concurred Dumbledore of Air.
“With the most important being about his heritage,” spoke Sire Alain.
“That being the most important,” agreed Dumbledore of Air, as the others conceded.
“An heritage most commonly unknown to the aerowizarding, but to a select few, including us, and which must stay so,” said Master Victor, “and which I’ll remind us all here of what it’s all about, so that we know what all is at stake.”
They all stayed gravely silent as Master Victor spoke, and he continued.
“As we all know, and as we should all have expected it, Harry of Air is now the Guardian of the Gemstone of Air, that is the Air Stone, also known as the Diamondstone — with the guardianship of the Gemstone of Air ever exercised by the Potter family, from which his parents inherited of also, and exercised at their living, and which passes to him as their incumbent heir.”
All stayed in silent acknowledgement.
“The Gemstone of Air, that is also the Air Stone, or the Airer’s Stone, also known as the Diamondstone, is the stone that the Airer, who is the creator of the air element and essence, used to create the Air element. This stone, the Air Stone, sustains the air element, Airia, and also its air world, AeroWizardia, and along with the others, also contributes in sustaining the Elemental World, Elementia, and also its Wizarding and Witchcrafting World, Wizardia and Witchcraftia. It has the ability to revive the air element when this one is exhausting, draining, corrupted, contaminated or in any other way affected or effected.”
“Lord Voldemort, Lord Voldemort of Air, the Evil Lord of Air and the Aero as he is named, I do suspect, does somehow lives; but I mean, lives though doesn’t lives entirely.”
“We believe he is in some state somewhere between life and death, a condition we have no simple words to use to explain what it is truly,” spoke Dumbledore of Air.
“Lord Voldemort of Air as we all know has always wanted to use the revival power of the Air Stone to revive something we know not yet what it is.” Master Victor continued. “For years he has always been trying to have the stone and use it. If he ever succeeded in doing this, that should surely endanger and corrupt the Air Stone; and subsequently the air element and essence, Airia, that is sustaining and maintaining and keeping in existence the air world, AeroWizardia, shall be endangered too.”
“Lord Voldemort of Air, has always tried to have and use the stone, and has always been thwarted by the Guardians of the Gemstone of Air, the Potters, of which James and Lily, last Guardian of the Gemstone of Air, also tried to stop him last night, and also succeeded, but lost their lives in it, murdered by Lord Voldemort of Air as he sought to have the Stone from them.”
“Though Harry of Air’s parents are no longer, Harry of Air already has a year to his life, as with his oneth year anniversary, his generational guardianship awoke up, as the Air Stone had sensed it. It had sensed him and his guardianship blood, the blood from his parents and all the Potters that is flowing in him. I had been one of those who had been called to witness this. Now that the Potters are no more, soon this Air Stone shall now seek a new guardian, its new guardian, and who is Harry Potter of Air. It shall seek him as guardian. Seeking him to swiftly come and claim and guard it. I do not believe in any saying of Lord Voldemort of Air gone forever. I believe that he has just being thwarted and retarded, and he is somewhere seeing himself to come back and wreck more evil. He hasn’t just simply gone like that after all he has done to have the stones. Wherever he is, I think he is seeing himself to one day come back. That is why we must at all costs keep an eye on Harry Potter of Air and help him come to terms with the Air stone when it calls to him. Lord Voldemort of Air wouldn’t leave the Air Stone simply like that. He would come back for it.” Master Victor ended in a sombre note.
“Harry of Air is now the latest Guardian of the Gemstone of Air. He is the new Guardian of the Gemstone of Air, the Air Stone. He is the Defender of the Diamondstone. He is also the new Airer. He is the new Airer, as descendant of the Potter family, from the Potters’ generational guardianship of the Gemstone of Air. This Airer’s Stone is now his to have and to guard.” Sir Pius said.
“This is why we will be living with him from henceforth,” Sire Alain spoke, “because in due time, we will have to tell and explain to him all this. We will live with him here, for Lord Voldemort of Air, wherever he is, should be tirelessly searching for some way to come back.”
Professor McGonagall of Air then spoke. “Where is the Air Stone now?”
The silence deepened as some stares shifted to the Avibiens.
“A Good question it is Professor.” Mister Avion in his deep clucking avian sound then spoke.
“We know not the stone’s whereabouts.” Mistress Eleanor spoke in her girlish avian. “We tried to sense it but failed.”
“We know not where it is, nor what Lily and James made of it as they tried to conceal it from Lord Voldemort of Air,” Mister Avion said. “They are the only ones who know what it is, where it is, and a secret it is which they have taken with them to their graves.”
“What then?” Professor McGonagall of Air asked alarmed.
“Nothing to fret of for the time,” Mistress Eleanor said, “for that is an added reason why we will be living with Harry Potter of Air in his new life, for the stone as said afore shall seek for its new guardian, and we should be there to help Harry of Air listen to the language of the Stone as it searches for him and speaks to him to come and claim it, which once is done, shall have us know about the Stone’s whereabouts. He as guardian will have to hear the Stone speak to him, and he shall have to go after it to take it.”
“Living with him here, all of us as we have pledged it, shall be for his safety and security, and should be difficult for Lord Voldemort to reach him here if he ever tried to do so.” Mister Avion said.
All seemed satisfied as they stared at each other acknowledging.
“But shouldn’t it be safer for you to live with Harry Potter of Air at the true aerowizarding where his safety and security shall be surest?” Professor McGonagall of Air asked. “Here in the humans’ aerowizarding . . . these people shall not know him . . . they shall never understand him! He’ll be famous — a legend — I wouldn’t be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter of Air Day in the future — there will be books written about Harry of Air — every child in our world will know his name!”
“Exactly,” spoke Dumbledore of Air, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. “It would be enough to turn any boy’s head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won’t even remember! Can’t you see how much better off he’ll be, growing up away from all that until he’s ready to take it?”
“Professor, he should be best left to live here.” Mistress Eleanor said.
Professor McGonagall of Air opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed, and then said, “Yes — yes, you’re right, of course. But how is the boy getting here? Have you already had him with you?” She eyed them one after the other as though she thought one of them might have been having Harry of Air with him.
“Hagrid’s bringing him,” said Dumbledore of Air.
“You think it — wise — to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?” Professor McGonagall of Air asked unbelieving.
“I would trust Hagrid with my life,” said Dumbledore of Air.
“I’m not saying his heart isn’t in the right place,” said Professor McGonagall of Air grudgingly, “but you can’t pretend he’s not careless. He does tend to — what was that?”
A low flapping sound had been heard. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a wide whistle as they both looked up at the sky and a huge sort of cycle — an avicycle — a white, wide, winged and feathered cycle swooped down and stopped before them as its wings stayed up.
If the avicycle was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked birdlike like the Avibiens, as he was an aerowizard of the birdmen being breed, and had wide and wild-looking, wrecked wings; white and wild-looking, wretched feathers, a big beaky mouth, roughened scales on his lower arms and lower legs, as well as on his huge hands and big and broad feet in their leather see-through boots, and roughened claws on his fingers and toes. He was himself so big to be allowed and so wild — long tangles of bushy white hair and beard hid most of his face. In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets.
“Hagrid,” said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. “At last. And where did you get that avicycle?”
“Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir,” said the giant, climbing carefully off the avicycle as he spoke. “Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I’ve got him, sir.”
“No problems, were there?”
“No, sir — house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before people started swarmin’ around. He fell asleep as we was flyin’ over Bristol.”
Dumbledore and all the others bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-white hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.
“Is that where —?” whispered Professor McGonagall of Air.
“Yes,” said Dumbledore of Air. “He’ll have that scar forever.”
“Couldn’t something be done about it?” Professor McGonagall of Air asked to the whole lot of them.
“We surely can’t do anything,” said Mistress Eleanor.
“Even if we could, we wouldn’t,” said Mister Avion.
“Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Upperground.” Dumbledore of Air said. “Well — give him here, Hagrid — we’d better get this over with.”
Dumbledore of Air took Harry in his arms and turned toward the Dursleys’ house, as the others turned to follow him.
“Could I — could I say good-bye to him, sir?” asked Hagrid. He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a huge howl.
“Shhh!” hissed Professor McGonagall of Air, “you’ll scare the Muggles!”
“S-s-sorry,” sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. “But I c-c-can’t stand it — Lily an’ James dead — an’ poor little Harry of Air off ter live with Muggles —”
“Yes, yes, it’s all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid,” Professor McGonagall of Air said, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm.
“Well,” said Dumbledore of Air finally, “that’s that. We better go now. Hagrid it’s better you go and join the celebrations.”
“Yeah,” said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, “I’d best get away. G’night sirs, G’night ladies, G’night Professor McGonagall — Professor Dumbledore, sir.”
Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the avicycle and kicked it to life; its wings flapped as it rose into the air and off.
Dumbledore of Air stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door with the others directly behind him. As he prepared to knock on the door, the door opened as Mr. Dursley in a hurry came out and nearly bumped onto him, before seizing himself in the last minute and staring at him, and at the bundle in his arms, and at those behind him with an open mouth.
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Post by khristiankhristian on Dec 16, 2022 14:33:17 GMT -8
CHAPTER TWO: THE VAPORATING GLASS
Closely ten years had passed since the Dursleys had bumped unto Dumbledore of Air carrying a bundled little Harry of Air, and a company of aerowizards and aerowitches accompanying them. This company of aerowizards and aerowitches were now their best neighbours, and the best neighbours they could ever dream of having, as their relationship starting from friend and friendship had floundered to that of family and familyship, as they all lived with them on their wingless and unmoving aero-islet in their tiny tree neighbourhood, Nestland Flyway, which contained seven winged nests all now inhabited, of which included their number two of they the human aired or airmen, and those of their best friend neighbours — the true aerowizard aired or airmen who consisted of the Avibiens and their boy and girl twins Avicien and Avicienne — birdmen aerowizards and aerowitches who lived in number one, the Alawins and their boy and girl twins Alain and Alaina — wingmen aerowizards and aerowitches living in number three, the Voloflys and their boy and girl twins Volorin and Volorina — flymen aerowizards and aerowitches living in number four, the Plumafeas and their boy and girl twins Plu and Plume — feathermen aerowizards and aerowitches living in number five; and as well the recent newcomers who lived in the last two nests, number six and number seven, and were the so called halfmanned-halfbirded AKA halfbirded-halfmanned aerowizards and aerowitches, consisting of the Mavions and their boy and girl twins Mavin and Mavina who were minoavis’ — flying and winged halfmen-halfbird hybrids, who were air being breeds having the head and torso of men and the body of birds; and the Aminons and their boy and girl twins Amin and Amina who were aviominos — flying and winged halfbird-halfmen hybrids, and were air being breeds having the head and torso of a bird and the body of a man, who had been warmly welcomed in the neighbourhood also, and had integrated the neighbourhood’s friendship and familyship despite their different morphologies and races.
Other more recent newcomers had come and settled in Nestland Flyway, and aerowizards they were also, who were friends of Dumbledore of Air, and also shared the same rare air being breed as he — the one-and-only aired or airmen of the airworld and aerowizard world, as they were flying men with and/or without wings and feathers, for they had the ability to sprout-out of their body and sprout-in of their body their wings and/or feathers, as this gives them the ability to be temporarily flying men with wings and/or feathers — when their wings and/or feathers are sprout-out, and also temporarily flying men without wings and/or feathers — when their wings and/or feathers are sprout-in. They lived in an always mobile nest which mostly moved above and around and about the other more stable nests, and directly beneath the canopy, and which was number zero. They were Mr. and Mrs. Aeron and their twin boy and girl Eron and Erona who had been well welcomed too at their arrival, and their liveliness had also been an accepted change.
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley lived with their nephew, Harry of Air, whom they raised and loved as they did love their own twin children, Dudley and Dudleya, and this was evident to their neighbours and to all who had a glance at how life was in the home of the Dursleys. Dudley and Dudleya and Harry of Air shared the same love too. In fact to them, Harry of Air was seen as a same sibling and son of theirs.
Upon raising Harry of Air, the Dursleys, as well as their aerowizard friend and family neighbours, from his early age had told and taught him — and also all their other true wizarding and aerowizarding children as he who lived in this Airworld of the Humanworld — how they lived in this secret wizarding community in the human world, a community secret from the humans, and an aerowizarding community of aerowizards and aerowitches who lived in secret and in secrecy from the humans who knew not who they were, except for a few ones as his family the Dursleys. They told and taught him about him been also an air element being from the air element — Airia, and its air world — AeroWizardia, of which he was also an air wizard being — an air-wizard. They also told them about the other elements of the element world, the Elemental World — Elementia, and its air worlds of the elemental wizarding, the Wizarding and Witchcrafting World − Wizardia and Witchcraftia.
Thoroughly telling him who and what they were, and from where they were, as well as who and what he was, they also told him what were of his parents and how they had died — excluding the part played by Lord Voldemort of Air, as they deemed it not the time to tell him as of yet, and they had recently told him what heritage they had left behind for him, which had to stay a secret to everyone else except to they who lived with him and a few others, which Harry of Air all silently took in. They told him the truth of why they lived with him and the Dursleys in the neighbourhood, as it all had to do with him and keeping an eye on him and watching him as he grew, and telling and explaining to him all this as it was the time to do it as they had awaited it.
Telling him about him being the now new Guardian of the Gemstone of Air, the Air Stone, also the Diamondstone — with the guardianship of it ever exercised by his family, the Potter of Air family, and which passed from his parents to him as their heir, they told him what the Gemstone of Air was truthfully and what it worked, and how it needed to be protected by him as it had been protected by his parents who lost their lives in protecting it — though they reassured Harry of Air, from the worry they saw crawling in him, that he needed not be scared about losing his life, as the fate of his parents had not been the same fate as that of the previous Potter of Air guardians, as most had lived and died in old age as it should be. They told him that they had been watching him all his life till now to see when the lost Air Stone would seek him as its new guardian to swiftly come and claim and guard it, and they seeing that it hasn’t yet occurred, they think the stone shall be soon after him, and that they should be present when it happens as they should help him come to terms with the Air Stone when it calls to him. Though the adult parents knew of Harry of Air’s guardianship status, the children — as most aerowizards and aerowitches, knew it not, though they suspected something peculiar of him and stayed shut never asking of it as requested by their parents. Dudley and Dudleya ignored everything of it. That was the only thing which Harry of Air shared not with the other children as it was requested of him by their parents who told him they were better safely left out of it.
In answer to Harry of Air querying about the stone’s whereabouts, they told him they knew not where it is and where it had been all this time, nor what his parents had made of it before they died, but they assured him it shall come for him as it is wont to. They all told him this keeping secret the part about his safety and security from the dark Lord for fear of Harry of Air living a weighted and worried life from it. The last they told him was about being better for him to live in the humans’ aerowizarding than their true aerowizarding as they saw it suited for him, for he could not be distracted here from being at the listen of the stone.
The next thing that was in the mind of the Dursleys, and most especially their familyish neighbours was Harry of Air’s being breed, which hadn’t manifested as of yet, as Harry of Air was still like all flymen and as the Voloflys — neither winged nor feathered flyer, and his father was of the rare air being breed — the one-and-only aired or airmen, and his mother upon her aerowizarding reveal had stayed a flywoman with no wings or feathers. The neighbours had expected Harry of Air to develop his father’s being breed at an early stage, as it was common to all wizards and wizarding types to inherit the being breed of the father; and time passed and passed, and nothing happened as no wing nor feather sprouted out, and Harry of Air was ten years already, which was becoming late for his being breed to show up, as a being breed if expected to show up did that mostly at birth and through to the age of five, and seven latest, and beyond that age rarely. Some of the neighbours had begun believing that he might have all this time being simply as flyman as his mother — and the neighbours had explained to the eagerly awaiting Dursleys it was nothing to worry nor to see as unusual, though it was somehow important to aerowizards and wizards of all types to see someone of theirs take after the being breed of his male parent — his male ascendants especially, and especially when it came to the scarcely air being breed of the one-and-only aired or airmen. The neighbours, and the Dursleys too, however awaited and expected a change still, as it was still possible, as it has also been heard and seen of some wizards whose breed outed at adulthood and even at old age.
Harry of Air also in all his ten years had never set foot in Airia and its AeroWizardia, and he had been told he shall when he should have finished his elementary apparent aerowizarding school studies here in the Airworld of the Humanworld, and then leave for the Airia element of airy and aircraft, and the AeroWizardia world of aerowizardry and aerowitchcraft of the wizarding world, where he shall start a new life for his actual aerowizarding secondary school studies, with a wand, a branch, and a hand for the hands; and a woot, a root, and a foot for the feet, in the AeroHogwarts School of Airy and Aircraft, and Aerowizardry and Aerowitchcraft.
Harry of Air, though living with the Dursleys and sharing a room with Dudley, also lived with the other seven neighbours as well, as he spent most of his times with their children — mostly with the boys who were his companions and friends in whose room he mostly slept also. All the boys of his neighbourhood — as well as the girls, all generally met at one’s home — and most of the time also on an occasion, and would spend all the evening there engaged in their stuff, and generally spent the night there.
Friday, the previous day, was one of such days. It had been the last day of their elementary school studies, as all the nine boys who were almost of the same age — ten or eleven, were elementary students at the E.E.S.S.E. — the Elementary Education Students School of England, where schooled the aerowizard and aerowitch children of the aerowizarding community of the human world as they awaited the suitable wizarding age for wizarding studies in the wizarding schools of the wizarding world, and where also schooled the human airmen children of this aerowizarding community. Harry of Air and the other eight boys and their twins had been in the Elementary Eight class, which was the last class of elementary school, and the day had been the day of the remitting of results and report cards for the third trimester of the school year, and of which they had all excelled; and also the day was the day of the official release of the results of their Elementary Education Exit Examinations or E.E.E.E. — also known as the Second School Entrance Examinations or S.S.E.E., in which they had all passed and were all now going to start with their second school studies. Harry of Air, Dudley and Dudleya had been very congratulated by Mr. and Mrs. Dursley for their successes. Harry of Air and the other eight boys, after coming back from their school for the last time, and after finishing with their parents’ at their respective homes, and with permission from their parents had then left their home and gone to the Aerons where they had spent the rest of the day with them in their living room, and after the boys spent the evening and night in Aaron’s room as the girls spent theirs in Aaronia’s room, and all the time from afternoon till late night had all the children arguing about where they will proceed with their second school studies. Their choice for all of them aerowizards and aerowitches was the AeroHogwarts School of Airy and Aircraft, and Aerowizardry and Aerowitchcraft, which was considered the best aerowizarding and aerowitchcrafting school in the aerowizarding and aerowitchcrafting world, and in which Mr. and Mrs. Aeron were teachers, and which had been why the boys and girls had decided to spend the evening with the Aerons, so as to question the parents about the aerowizarding and aerowitchcrafting school, and the thrilling things they had heard about the school.
Dudley and Dudleya had been the most silent in these discussions and arguments, for they were humans and would probably engage their secondary studies in one of the human schools in this human world, for they had no wizarding nor witchcrafting within them. They had been however assured by Mr. and Mrs. Aeron that some secondary schools in this their secret community offered secret wizarding and witchcrafting courses and curriculum, and that they were going to refer some of these schools to their parents if it ever interested them to see them learn some wizarding and witchcrafting stuff for humans. That had enlightened Dudley and Dudleya.
Today Saturday was a special day, for it was the successive celebration day where children who had excelled at the E.E.E.E. and their parents celebrated with them their successes at the exams. Parents mostly either organized ceremonies in honour of their children, or otherwise celebrated their successes in myriad manners. The Dursleys and the other Nestland Flyway’s parents, to celebrate their children’s successes, were taking all of them to a trip to visit some true local aerowizarding and aerowitchcrafting sightsee, and all of the children were extremely happy, excited, and eager to see true aerowizardry and aerowitchcraft rather than the slight, and seeming, and superficial ones they were used to. Harry of Air however wasn’t happy or in a festive mood as the others for the day, as the Air Stone was becoming more and much in his mind, including his being breed, for his non-winged and non-feathered status started deranging him as he saw the longing and expecting looks of the adults upon him when they thought he was not seeing them, and which made him feel somewhat lesser, inferior, and abnormal to their eyes, and he started disliking his winglessness and featherlessness, and worrying if he will ever have his father’s and paternal family being breed and have people see him normal. He tried to conceal his worriedness from his friends by forcing himself to be in the same celebratory and expectant state as they.
Since it was the Aerons turn to take them out for a friendship and familyship trip, it was then agreed that they were the ones to take them out for the day in some fancy place. At 07:00 AM, the adults awoke and saw themselves one by one out of their nests and into their courtyards, greeted one and the other jovially as they inquired about each others’ night, and were joined by Mr. and Mrs. Aeron who told them of the best places they thought would be perfect for them for their celebration — a secret, magical and mystical plant and animal garden it was, and told them to be all prepared to leave by 10:00 AM.
In the Dursleys home, Mr. and Mrs. Dursleys re-entered the house, and Mrs. Dursley started calling from downstairs as Mr. Dursley climbed up.
“Dudleya, Dudley, Harry, wake up. It is time to get out of bed.”
When she heard no one answering from upstairs, she called once more, “Dudleya, Dudley, Harry, up.”
Dudleya as usual was the one who answered. “Mummy, we are getting up, and we are coming down.”
“Come on, hurry on, and all come downstairs for breakfast. Dudleya I am waiting for you to come and help me with it.”
Harry of Air and Dudley were in their room still in their beds yawning and stretching out. Harry heard his aunt making noise in the kitchen with kitchenware, and then the sound of the frying pan being put on the stove. He rolled onto his back and tried to remember the dream he had been having. It had been a good one. He had been flying on an aviocycle with Dudley. He and Dudley nodded to one another as their way of greeting.
His aunt was back screaming.
“Are you all up yet?” she demanded.
“Nearly,” said Harry.
“We are coming,” said Dudley.
“Well, get a move on, I want you to come and let’s have a quick breakfast. We have to be quick in everything and be ready before 10:00 AM, which is the time Mr. and Mrs. Aeron said we will be leaving all together for some special place.”
A moment later, Dudleya was down with her mother preparing breakfast, and Harry of Air and Dudley came down with Mr. Dursley, and all settled at the table after helping Mrs. Dursley and Dudleya set up the table.
Then the Dursleys and Harry of Air, all five, breakfasted on the kitchen table with Mr. Dursley at its head, Mrs. Dursley on his right beside Dudleya, a girl with gray hair, bright eyes, an average neck, tall, slender and graceful as Aunt Petunia, while Dudley was on his left, a boy with gray hair, tall and slightly thick who looked a lot like Uncle Vernon, and next to him was Harry of Air, a boy tall and skinny with white hair and blue eyes, and who wore square glasses, had a handsome square face, and had a series of small scars on his forehead that were shaped like bubble bolts, which he liked much. He had had it as long as he could remember, and the first question he could ever remember asking his friend and family neighbours and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia was how he had gotten it, and was told he had gotten it in the accident when his parents had died.
As they had their breakfast, they hurried on it as they discussed about what magic and magical things could be found in a magical garden and zoo, and once breakfast was finished, Mrs. Dursley made them all clean with her, and after hurried them upstairs to their rooms to clean themselves and get themselves ready for their outing, as she and Mr. Dursley after saw themselves to too.
Minutes before 10:00 AM, most of them — the parents tugged and hurried on by their children excited of their visit to the magical and mystical garden and zoo, flew out of their nests to their courtyards, expectingly acknowledged those whom they saw, and walked up to their aerovehicles, boarded them, and started them. Mr. and Mrs. Aeron, Aaron, and Aaronia, up were the last to emerge out of their stationary nest, and looked to those down, chatted briefly to them and flew to their own aerovehicle and entered and started it, and flew it off. Harry of Air, Dudley, Dudleya, and Mr. and Mrs. Dursleys who were the firsts to emerge out of their nest all boarded up Mr. Dursley’s aviocar, whose wings after some minutes, flexed and flapped, and soared out of number two’s drive, and up to the branches and boughs of the tree’s canopy, where it was joined by the similar magical bird-shaped aviocars of the Avibiens, the Aminons, and the Mavions; and came along the Alawins’ magical wing-shaped and winged alaocar, the Plumafeas’ magical feather-shaped and feathered plumocar, the Voloflys’ magical non-winged-and-non-feathered volocar, and leading the way out of the canopy was the Aerons magical bird-shaped and winged-and-feathered aerocar. The white and whitish aerovehicles all emerged out of the canopy, flew around the corner, and out of their air-islet, and onto the aerial road, where they joined the Polkisses in their aviocar who were awaiting them — Piers and Piersa Polkiss who were the twins son and daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Polkiss, were a boy and girl who had the happy round face of their mother, and the blond hair, blue eyes, and tallness of their father, and the two were the best friends of Dudley and Dudleya — with whom they had decided they would go to the same secondary school for their secondary school studies though they knew not yet the school, and were also friends to Harry of Air; and the Polkisses as the Dursleys were human airmen as they were also aware of the aerowizard and aerowitch airmen.
They all flew in a single file along the aeroway amongst the other aerovehicles, and flew in an aero-traffic getting denser each and every passing second as aerovehicles seemed to emerge out of every air-lands, air-islands, air-isles, and air-islets beyond and along the aeroway, and with mostly adults on the front seats of the aerovehicles, and excited and playing adolescents and children on the rear seats. Harry of Air sat in the back of their aviocar with Dudley, and Dudleya was in-between them. He watched as they flew past the ever staggered-looking human airmen as the Dursleys and the Polkisses, and the true airmen, the aeromen as he, and the winged, feathered, winged-and-feathered and non-winged-and-non-feathered bunch of them, either flying on their own, or on and within aerovehicles, and in their human, and wizarding, and aerowizarding clothes. Numerous were they too today also as they all tripped and journeyed to several places to celebrate their children’s success — and mostly also for the aerowizards and aerowitches to watch what curiosities the humans offered of theirs and also see the concealed true aerowizarding and aerowitchcrafting; and for the humans to see the ever marvels, wonders, and magic of the magical aerowizarding and aerowitchcrafting world.
As they flew in the aero-traffic congestion, Harry of Air also watched the birds and flock of birds fly by their side as normal as it was in this aerowizarding, with some being the normal birds, others being the sapient and sentient magical birds having attributes and characteristics of human beings, some being messenger birds in their businesses with messages and parcels, others being aerovehicular birds carrying people and packets and other things on their backs.
As they flew, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia conferred to each other on wizarding and aerowizarding issues and things, as they usually did. They conversed, communed, and commented on all things new and novel, and occasionally asked opinions of Dudley and Dudleya, and that of Harry of Air most at times. Today they were conversing about the different types of aerovehicles they knew about, and which one should Uncle Vernon purchase for Aunt Petunia who decided it was time for her to have an aerovehicle of hers, as since she won’t have to stay at home and cater to the children who are now grown ups and second school students.
They conversed about the aerovehicles as they stared at the varieties of them as they flew all around them.
“Look Vernon.” Aunt Petunia said enthusiastically as she pointed at a small aviovehicle, and Uncle Vernon looked to where she was pointing. “Look, look at that lovely . . . aviocar. Are you seeing it?”
“Yes I can see it Petunia.” Uncle Vernon asked as he alternately flew the aviocar and examined the aviocar Aunt Petunia was immersed in.
“I see it is a nice one.” Aunt Petunia said as she sat up straight, and excited, and her eyes after the aviocar. “Look at its cute bird-shape, its beautiful wings, its sleek and shiny skin. I love it a lot. I would love to have one as exactly as that one.”
“Yes I see it.” Uncle Vernon said agreeing in a headshake. “It is a good one that aviocar, and I think it will suit you well. What do you think about it children.”
“Daddy, I will need an aviocar to ride to school.” Dudley said.
“And I too, Daddy.” Dudleya said in her soft voice.
“You shall all have one, when the time is come for you to have one.” Uncle Vernon said in a slight smile.
“And Harry also?” Dudleya asked.
“Yes, Harry also.” Uncle Vernon said. “Eh, Harry?” He called to Harry of Air.
“Yes Daddy.” Harry of Air said as he took his attention from the aerovehicles to answer his uncle who he had ever called ‘Daddy’ as he lived with them.
Harry of Air resumed his watching, as he watched as other than the aerial cars as the aerocars, aviocars, alaocars, plumocars, and volocars as theirs; there were also other many forms of flying and floating winged, feathered, winged-and-feathered, and non-winged-and-non-feathered aerial vehicles which flew along the aeroway with them. From those he saw, there were such as the aerial cycles consisting of the quadricyclic and tricyclic and bicyclic and unicyclic aerocycles, aviocycles, alaocycles, plumocycles, and volocycles with mostly children as him riding on them, and also adolescents and a few adults as well; and the aerial buses consisting of aerobuses, aviobuses, alaobuses, plumobuses, and volobuses, all transporting large numbers of aerowizards and aerowitches; as well as the aerial trains as the aerotrains, aviotrains, alaotrains, plumotrains, and volotrains, all also transporting large numbers of aerowizards and aerowitches along numerous magical, multi-winged, moving train-tracks; and also the aerial trams as the aerotrams, aviotrams, alaotrams, plumotrams, and volotrams, all also transporting large numbers of aerowizards and aerowitches along numerous magical, multi-winged, moving tram-tracks.
Harry of Air heard a huge and heavy noise above, and with Dudley and Dudleya looked out through their windshield to see the rarely-seen large aerial planes as the aeroplanes, avioplanes, alaoplanes, plumoplanes, voloplanes; and a different huge and heavy noise below them brought their stares down to see the also rarely-seen vast aerial ships as the aeroships, avioships, alaoships, plumoships, voloships. All were aerial vehicles in the respective shapes of wings-and-feathers, birds, wings, feathers, and no-wings-and-no-feathers. They saw many more other seen, rarely seen, and never seen aerovehicles.
From the loud excited chats, talks and conversations which Harry of Air could hear from the aerovehicles which flew close to them, most of what he could get was rejoicing, joyfulness and jubilation of the aerowizard and aerowitch children at succeeding at the E.E.E.E. as their parents in front were listening to them, and also talks about the aerowizarding and aerowitchcrafting world, their second school studies at the best aerowizarding and aerowitchcrafting school, the AeroHogwarts School of Airy and Aircraft, and Aerowizardry and Aerowitchcraft, and many more about the aerowizarding and aerowitchcrafting.
Harry of Air felt the thought of the Air Stone emerging in his mind, and quickly stopped it and shoved it aside, as he thought it would do him no good to think of it at present. He seized himself and focused on the trip and the visit to the garden and zoo.
Before the edge of town, and the vast canopy ahead, the aviocar swerved extracting itself from the traffic, as it followed the Aerons aerocar which had turned also, with behind them the others’ aero vehicles following still. The new street in which they rode had a few stationary and vast-winged airlands, which were mostly wooded and forested fields, and which had wide wingless buildings interspersed on the fields with most of them encircled by big and broad iron gates, and on the fields was seen large crowds of people and aerovehicles standing before the gates as if waiting to enter. They all rode for some time in the thick traffic street, and then Harry of Air saw first the Aerons aerocar, and then their own aviocar abruptly turned and fastly fly into another street which seemed to have instantly appeared to them. To be sure it was as so, he hurriedly turned to see the aerovehicles of their companions following them, and other aerovehicles one-by-one suddenly emerge into the street, which was thickly trafficked too, and ran in-between two air-isles. They rode for a few seconds and gradually stopped before another air-isle as the aero-road suddenly ended. Before them, Harry of Air saw was a line of aerovehicles, and they too lined up in the succeeding line, and before the lines and in the fore of the air-isle, was a particularly large two twin and two-storied buildings.
Harry of Air sat up to see past the lines, and saw that the two buildings each had vast notice boards on their tops, and on one was written, Floraerarium: the Magical Aerial Botanical Garden, and on the other was Faunaerarium: the Magical Aerial Zoological Garden.
“We have arrived, I believe so.” Uncle Vernon said in excitement.
“Yes, I think so.” Aunt Petunia agreed as she and Uncle Vernon stared to see past the line before them.
“Mummy, where is the magical garden and zoo?” Dudleya asked as she was up and struggling to see ahead also.
“We would soon be seeing them, darling.” Aunt Petunia answered assuring.
“Why have all the aerovehicles stopped, and what are we waiting?” Dudley queried.
“What are we waiting to enter the buildings?” Harry of Air asked also.
“Don’t know.” Uncle Vernon supposed. “Maybe some magic is to make us all proceed forth and enter?”
Just as Uncle Vernon said, their aviocar suddenly slowly started as its wings stretched inward and outward, upward and downward, and flapped as it rose up in the air, same as all the lined aerovehicles simultaneously rose up all as one in the air.
This alerted them all, as Uncle Vernon had not spoken to the aviocar to start. Dudleya, Dudley, Aunt Petunia, and Harry of Air stared at the steering wheel on which Uncle Vernon’s hands were still on to see if he wasn’t starting the aviocar.
“Vernon, it isn’t you for sure, isn’t it?” Aunt Petunia asked as she stared at Uncle Vernon and his hands still holding the steering wheel.
“It isn’t I Petunia.” Uncle Vernon blurted as he took off his hands from the steering wheel, and the aviocar continued rising in concurrence to the other aerovehicles as if they were all controlled and coordinated to act so by an invisible entity.
“Do you think it might be some magic making them move all alike?” Aunt Petunia asked slightly thrilled.
“I think so.” Uncle Vernon said as he and Aunt Petunia straightened up to see all the aerovehicles fly in the same manner, and Dudley, Dudleya, and Harry of Air also rose up from their seats to watch this, as they saw the other peoples in their aerovehicles did same.
Then after some seconds of flying in which they all watched, all the aerovehicles stopped at the same time, and immediately a smacking sound was heard just as the Dursleys and Harry of Air felt the aviocar leap up in a soar in a second — and which was same for all aerovehicles, and in the succeeding second they felt the aviocar leap down in a swoop as all the aerovehicles did same, and in the successive second, they all saw the aviocar standing parked on a parking lot with all the other aerovehicles, and all still in the same linear position.
Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were once more enthralled by this as they exchanged awed glances.
Then people started coming out of their aerovehicles as the Dursleys and Harry of Air, the Polkisses, the Aerons, the Avibiens, the Alawins, the Voloflys, the Plumafeas, the Mavions, and the Aminons, proceeded forth also.
All moving, flowing, floating and flying out of the spot as a crowd of families and friends and fellows, they emerged out into a very sunny courtyard which spanned the topmost floor of the twin buildings, and beyond the buildings were air-archipelagos of air-isles and air-islets which served as the botanical gardens and zoological gardens.
The Dursleys and Harry of Air, and the others all walked to the entrances on the edge of the buildings as everyone else, and there the parents bought large chocolate ice creams to the excited children.
Entering the oval entries, they then emerged before crisscrossing bridges which they crossed and reached the first of the air-isles and air-islets of the air-archipelagos. They then decided to first visit the Floraerarium, and so had emerged into little air-isles and air-islets full of bright and beautiful plant gardens.
Walking from one garden and glassed-garden to the other, and accompanied by a flora-guide, and while licking on their ice creams, Harry of Air, Dudley and Dudleya, Piers and Piersa, Eron and Erona, Avicien and Avicienne, Alain and Alaina, Volorin and Volorina, Plu and Plume, Mavin and Mavina, and Amin and Amina, all walking together, and with other children, and apart from their parents, walked, listened, examined and commented on the various magical plants and flowers and flora they saw.
“AeroVervain or AeroVerbena, also known as the Aerowizard’s herb or Aerowitch’s herb, is an aeromagical plant that has a long history of magical use.” The flora-guide told them of a plant they observed.
Harry of Air saw the plant as one with a height of 10 to 50 feet, and leaves spanning up to 30 inches, and having delicate blue flower clusters and serrated leaves, with various varieties all grown as garden-bordering plants. Grown in their own gardens, they were kept in full sun with partial shade and well-drained soil, and complete fertilizer.
Harry of Air also remembered it being mentioned in folklore, tales, and stories surrounding magical spells and potions.
“A seemingly innocuous herb, it is one of the plants that appears most frequently in potion ingredients and spells, and is a fantastic companion plant when used in spells with other herbs, and it also enhances the aeromagical properties of other objects.” The flora-guide continued.
“Due to its reputation as a beneficent herb, it is often used by aerowizards and aerowitches for home protection and protection against dangers including lightning strikes, evil spirits and vampires. It’s also a hardy plant that looks great in garden borders with its delicate clusters of flowers and serrated leaves …”
And they walked on while mostly listening.
“AeroHenbane, also known as the aerowizard’s drug or aerowitch’s drug, is a plant that is associated with aeromagic, and an aeromagical plant containing aeromagical properties which made into potions can cause powerful hallucinations, and make you see and experience interesting and terrifying things.”
Harry of Air saw it as a plant looking rather spooky with its green, cream, or dark yellow petals and black centre, and a height of 5 to 10 feet, and boasting showy funnel-shaped flowers. Grown in their gardens, they were kept in full sunlight with well-drained soil.
“It is a plant that blooms at night. It has a long history as a poison, medicinal and ritualistic plant. It helps perfect flight, a reason it is the key ingredient in non-winged and non-feathered aerowizards and aerowitches ointment, though it can be lethal in large doses. Some varieties are however noxious weed, and children and pets should be kept away from them. The plant emits a foul smell which helps repel many pests and predators, and hence could be planted close to the borders . . .”
“AeroDatura, also known as devil’s snare, thornapple, hell's bells, devil's trumpet, devil's weed, stinkweed, locoweed, Beelzebub’s twinkie, and devil's cucumber, are its names indicative of its trouble-making reputation, though the plant’s not all bad as its beneficial properties have proved useful for pain relief.”
Harry of Air saw it as a plant with pretty pinwheel-shaped flowers and large, edgy leaves, reaching up to 20 feet in length and boasting fragrant white, yellow, purple, or lavender blossoms. Grown in their gardens, they were kept in full sun and well-drained, humus-rich soil.
“It is a plant used for magical, ceremonial and medicinal purposes, and like aero-henbane, aero-datura has hallucinogenic effects when absorbed through the skin as a potion, causing those who use it to embark on spiritual journeys or enter a trance. It should be kept away from pets and children.”
“Though it is used safely by experienced aerowizards and aerowitches for beneficent purposes, it is also employed for more nefarious purposes, such as being used to reduce unwilling imbibers into a zombie-like state . . .”
“AeroWolfsbane or AeroAconitum, also known as AeroMonkshood, is a plant associated with the supernatural and holding many supernatural abilities.”
Harry of Air saw it as a plant with a height of 5 to 15 meters and boasting purple flowers in the shape of helmets. Grown in their gardens, they were kept in part shade condition with full sunlight, either east or west-facing.
“It is a toxic plant from which poison has been made to coat wands and woots, hands and foot, branches and roots, and swords and arrows in battle, execute criminals, commit murder, and used in many spells and rituals. Magical uses for the plant include wrapping its seeds in lizard’s skin and carrying them to become invisible, warding off werewolves and vampires, and shapeshifting into animals.”
“When using aerowolfsbane in magic-making, or either adding some deep purple to your garden, always wear gloves, as gardeners have died from handling the plant. It is also often grown to keep pests and predators away . . .”
“AeroArtemisia is an ancient magical herb. It has a rich history of use in magic, ritual and medicine across its range, and eating it raw can cause hallucinations.”
Harry of Air saw it as a plant with silvery-green foliage and its aroma could be smelled throughout its gardens. Grown in their gardens, they were planted open to the full sun and well-drained soil.
“Its magical use include luring love, cleansing, protection from accidents and evil spirits, and divination. Some varieties contain magical properties that can bring on visions and dreams . . .”
“AeroMandrake is an aeromagical plant whose roots resemble human limbs giving it an impression of a live being, and the large taproots grow up to twenty feet underground.”
Harry of Air saw and confirmed them as plants with small stems and leaves.
“Its root has magical powers, and the plant loves deep, rich soil with well-draining quality and full sun around the year . . .”
“AeroLithops or Aero-Living Stone are aeromagical plants with aeromagical powers, which grow in stones with hidden and invisible root systems and blend perfectly with the surroundings ─ to avoid being eaten ─ that it becomes difficult to notice them, though when grown as a houseplant will add decor.”
Harry of Air saw them as plants resembling rocks and stones, and sprouting showy white flowers. Grown in their gardens, they were planted in well-drained substrate which were well-watered, and were planted in a warm area with full or partial sunlight to witness healthy plant with white blossoms.
“It is a tiny succulent with a unique defence mechanism, and its stony resemblance is also its defence mechanism . . .”
“AeroShame Plant is also known as the “Touch-me-not” plant, as it is sensitive in nature. They are aeromagical plants with aeromagical powers, which respond to sensitivity by folding their leaves and bowing down. The leaves are often used in herbal magic.”
Harry of Air saw the plant grow densely prickly and having a height of 8 m, and boasting prickly petioles with pale pink or purple flower heads. Grown in their gardens, they were planted in the east-facing, and with the well-draining substrate moist but wet.
“It is a sleepy plant that closes during darkness and reopens in light . . .”
“AeroVenus Flytrap is one of the most renowned aeromagical plants. They are aeromagical plants with aeromagical powers, and are smart as they attract insects, trap them and gobble them down.”
Harry of Air saw the plant blossoming with beautiful white flowers, and featuring two leaves acting as lobs and helping in trapping its prey for food. Grown in their gardens, they were planted in acidic soil full of moisture, and open to full sun and humidity to ensure healthy growth. The soil was amended with organic mulch, such as mealworms.
“The carnivore plant traps its prey inside its two hinged lobes and digests them slowly, giving them a wrong impression. The plant keeps its lobes open for prey to enter. Once inside, it closes the lobes and begins digesting, which may take around ten days.”
“Some aerowizards and aerowitches also use this plant to attract growth and prosperity . . .”
“AeroTillandsia are uniquely cute plants with an amazing ability to survive without soil and can also be found growing on rocks. They are aeromagical plants with aeromagical powers, which take the nutrients and water using the scales present on their leaves to grow healthy.”
Harry of Air saw the plant with sharp thorns growing on pebbles and stones, and growing up to 10 to 18 inches in circumference. Grown in their gardens, they were planted in full-sunlight and partial shade.
“It doesn’t need water, nor requires soil medium or substrate to grow. Care to plant them on small rocks, pebbles, and water once per week to keep them thriving. The magical beauty of the plant doesn’t end there as they can also use the power of their roots to cling to other trees.”
“They also make excellent houseplants and grow pretty well in small pots . . .”
“AeroDeadly Nightshade, commonly known as AeroBelladonna, is a poisonous plant that contains lethal substances which can impair your nervous system. They are aeromagical plants with aeromagical powers, whose berries when consumed can make you go unconscious, and if taken in excess quantity can even kill you. It is also a plant with multiple uses.”
Harry of Air saw them with bell-shaped blooms, and glossy, poisonous jet-black berries, reaching about 15 to 20 feet tall. They were grown in their gardens in moist, organic soil with full sunlight and warm temperature.
“It is favoured by non-winged and non-feathered aerowizards and aerowitches when brewing their flying ointment. Ensure always to handle it with care, as it is toxic to humans and pets, and should be grown in places without access to children or pets . . .”
“AeroYarrow, also referred to as ‘healer’s healer,’ is used to treat, cure, and heal many magical maladies and injuries.”
Harry of Air saw this plant with blooming flat-topped clusters of white flowers, and up to 15 feet tall, with leaves reaching 15 to 25 inches long. They were grown in their gardens in well-drained soil and full sunlight.
“In a magical sense, it brings courage to anyone who carries it. Many aerowizards and aerowitches hang a bundle of the plant over their entryway to promote bold and brave days as well as protection, and some carry the plant with them in battles and duels to help heal wounds . . .”
And so on, and on, did the flora-guide walked from one garden and glassed-garden to the other, with Harry of Air and the other children and a few adults following behind, and with the flora-guide pointing, cutting, and showing leaves to them as many more magical plants were visited and seen. All the plants were similar in that they had small wings — the winglets, which wove vibrantly and much more when they were touched — and which excited the children and brought them to touch those of the harmless plants which they were permitted to do so.
Harry of Air, all the while, also heard faint whispers and whistles from the plants as if they were calling him or telling him something, and this brought also faint thoughts about the Air Stone, but he dismissed the whispers and whistles as the plants’ magical manners.
Harry of Air had the best morning he’d had in a long time with his companions. They all walked close together as they were led along the Floraerarium. When they started getting bored with the plants, it was thankfully lunchtime and the touring was ended, and the parents came and collected their children whom they brought to the Floraerarium’s restaurant, and they were fed and given ice cream as last course.
After lunch they took to the Faunaerarium, and emerged into its little air-isles and air-islets full of bright and beautiful animal abodes.
Walking from one open-abode and closed-abode to the other, and accompanied by a fauna-guide, Harry of Air, Dudley and Dudleya, Piers and Piersa, Eron and Erona, Avicien and Avicienne, Alain and Alaina, Volorin and Volorina, Plu and Plume, Mavin and Mavina, and Amin and Amina, again all walking together, and again with other children, and again apart from their parents, walked, listened, looked at, touched and commented on the various flying magical animals and beasts and fauna they saw.
Following the fauna-guide, they flew first up a little hill and landed before a small cavern in the side of the hill. The cavern’s front was barred by iron gates, and within the cavern were a sort of lion-eagle hybrid creatures.
“The griffin, griffon, gryphon, gryps, or grypes, an aeromagical beast with the body, tail, and back legs of a lion; the head and wings of an eagle; and some with an eagle’s talons as their front feet, and others with a lion’s.” The fauna-guide said as Harry of Air and the other children pressed against the gates to watch the creatures who lay upon silver and golden possessions as if guarding them.
“As the lion is considered the king of the beasts, and the eagle the king of the birds, the griffin is believed to be an especially powerful and majestic beast. They are guardians of secretly buried wealth, and beneath them are treasures and priceless possessions they are guarding, and of which it is forbidden to attempt to take away or seize from them. They are also symbols of strength and valour.”
Harry of Air saw them as fierce, ferocious, and frightful creatures in their packs, with eagle heads having prominent ears — some of them had lion-like ears, some others’ were elongated — more like horses’, and some were feathered, and with wings, and on their bird-like or lion-like forelegs and talons, and lion’s hindquarters. Some were without wings, some were wingless eagle-headed lions — “alkes, keythongs or male griffins” as the fauna-guide told the children they were called so; and some of them had the body and four legs of a lion, the head, neck and wings of an eagle, and a camel’s short tail — “opinicuses, or epimacus” the fauna-guide told the children, and some of them were wingless. The caverns looked like they stretched backward deep and deeper.
They flew a little up the hill and swooped down before another small cavern in its side. The cavern’s front was similarly barred by iron gates, and within the cavern were a sort of lion-eagle-horse hybrid creatures.
“The hippogriff, or hippogryph, an aeromagical beast with the front half of an eagle and the hind half of a horse.” The fauna-guide said. “The hippogriff is a steed originally born of a mare and a male griffin, or after by couples of hippogriffs. It is extremely fast and is able to fly around the whole wide world and to other worlds. It is one of the most preferred beasts for ride by aeromagicians, aerowizards and aerowitches.”
Harry of Air saw the wide-winged beasts with the head, wings, and front body and front legs of an eagle, and the hind legs and tail of a horse. Some had the head of an eagle, body of a lion, and back of a horse.
They then flew again a little up the hill and swooped down before an opened and white-walled stable. The stable contained a sort of whitish eagle-horse hybrid creatures. The fauna-guide entered the stable and Harry of Air and the other children hurried after him eager to be closer to the creatures.
“Pegasuses are winged stallions, who are pure white in colour as you can see them. They are aerowizarding beasts, who humans’ myths and mythologies have them erroneously believe a pegasus was sired by Poseidon, in his role as horse-god, and foaled by the Gorgon Medusa, and brother of Chrysaor and father of winged horses.”
Harry of Air saw them as horses with the wings of birds. He and the others approached and touched the beasts around their heads and mouths as the fauna-guide did same and encouraged them.
They after flew to a rather dark and cold side of the hill and swooped down before a small lair on a little plateau. The lair’s front was barred by black polished iron gates, and its inside was black walls, and within it were some sort of chicken-reptile hybrid creatures, whose eyes and mouths seemed bounded by pieces of clothes.
“What we have here are the cockatrices, which are two-legged dragons, wyverns, or serpent-like beasts with roosters’ heads. The cockatrice kills people by either looking at them — the death-darting eye of Cockatrice as it is said — touching them, or sometimes breathing on them. The weasel is the only animal that is known to be immune to the glance of a cockatrice. The cockatrice can die instantly upon hearing a rooster’s crow, and also, having a cockatrice look at itself in a mirror is one of the few sure-fire ways to kill it.”
The fauna-guide did not let the children go closer to the gates, as he stood before them to prevent anyone of them moving nearer to the lair, and Harry of Air eyeing ahead, thought he saw some noxious creatures with the head of roosters, barbed tongues, and tails of snakes.
From the cockatrices lair, they flew to another darkish and cold side of the hill and swooped down before another little lair. This one’s front was similarly barred, but with brown polished iron gates, its inside also brown walls, and within it some sort of reptilian hybrid creatures.
“The wyverns, or wiverns, they are, and magical winged dragons that have two legs and two wings, that differentiate them from the true dragons’ four. They are not also fire-breathing, unlike four-legged dragons.”
The fauna-guide did not again let the children go closer to the gates, as he stood before them. Harry of Air eyeing ahead again, believed he saw two-legged dragon-like creatures, their difference being from dragons in that dragons had four legs. They rested upon their legs and tails, while some had their claws in the air and only supported by their tail. Some were wingless and with their tail knotted.
From the wyverns lair, they flew to a nearby floating air-archipelago of air-islets, where flew human-bird hybrid creatures, who flew all around in a wildly wind all over the air-islets. The fauna-guide quietly flew them to one air-islet which contained a glassed shelter in which they quickly and quietly entered, and the doors were closed after them. From within there, they stared at the creatures in the speed of their wings keeping pace with the blowing winds, and birds in flight, as they soared and swooped, high aloft.
“Flying there are harpies, or the harpyiai, and a harpy is a half-human and half-bird, who are as storm winds, and they represent the destructive nature of the wind. As you can all see, they are birds with the heads of maidens, their faces as you can see them are as ever pale with hunger, and you can see the long claws on their hands.”
Harry of Air saw them as half-bird and half-woman creatures with the head, arms, torso and upper body of a woman, and the talons, tail and wings (mixed with the arms) and lower body of a bird. They were mostly women with bird legs, and he saw most of them ugly, while others were beautiful women with wings. Some he saw as human-vultures, others were fair-locked and winged maidens; and they all flew as fast as the wind.
“Their name means snatchers or swift robbers, and they steal food from their victims while they are eating and carry off evildoers — especially those who have killed their families, to the Erinyes who we shall next see. They thus act for themselves as some sort of agents of punishment who abduct people and torture. They are vicious, cruel, and violent, and should be fled from.”
They were after let out of the glassed shelter, and flew to another nearby floating air-archipelago of air-islets, where flew another race of human-bird hybrid creatures, who also all flew all around and all over the air-islets. The fauna-guide quietly flew them again to one air-islet which contained also a glassed shelter in which they quickly and quietly entered, and the doors were closed after them. From within there, they stared at the creatures, as they soared and swooped, guided by three leaders of theirs.
“The Erinyes, or the Furies, or the Eumenides, are female beasts of vengeance and justice. They are known to take vengeance on men, whosoever hath sworn a false oath. They are considered as an embodiment of the act of self-cursing contained in the oath. They are called Eumenides in hell, Furiae on Earth, and Dirae in heaven. They are led by the Three — Alecto or Alekto who is known for endless anger, Megaera who is known for jealous rage, and Tisiphone or Tilphousia who is known for vengeful destruction. Their victims die in torment.”
Harry of Air saw a few them as maidens, and saw the majority as vile-looking as crones, having snakes for hair, dog’s heads, coal black bodies, bat’s wings, blood-shot eyes, and some carried in their hands brass-studded scourges.
The fauna-guide then took them out of the glassed shelter, and flew them to another nearby floating air-archipelago of air-islets, where flew a race of human-lion-bird hybrid creatures, who crouched down before the entries of temple-like buildings standing on the air-islets. The fauna-guide quietly flew them to one air-islet void of a building, and there they stood and stared at the creatures, as they squatted sentinel before the entries, and intensively stared at they the newcomers.
“Sphinxes, or sphinges, are magical beasts with the heads of humans, the bodies of lions, and the wings of falcons. The women are treacherous and merciless, and will kill and eat those who cannot answer their riddle; while the men, the androsphinxes, are benevolent but have a ferocious strength similar to the women; and are guardians and often flank the entrances to temples, asking riddles to travellers to allow them passage.”
Harry of Air saw most of the sphinxes with the head of women, the haunches of lions, and the wings of birds; and saw the few ones as men. Some had bird wings, while a few of them were wingless. “Sphinxes have a long history of secrecy and intrigue, and are guardians of knowledge, speaking in riddles. Though beautiful and alluring, they are also dangerous and even deadly. Encountering a sphinx is mostly confusing and destructive and requires great caution when approaching.”
From the sphinxes air-archipelago, they were flown to a faraway static air-isle, which was dense of trees — tress with golden-and-green trunk and torso, and golden-and-green boughs and branches and roots and leaves; and on whose upper boughs and branches were seated golden-and-green nests trimmed with colourful plumage, and in which soared out and swooped in, and all about and all around, look-alike birds of all sorts of colours. The fauna-guide flew them at the edge of the air-islet, and there they stood and stared at the brightly birds, as they flew up around in a show of colours, unconcerned by their arrival.
“Phoenixes are magical immortal birds who cyclically regenerate or are otherwise born again. They obtain new life by rising from the ashes of their predecessor. While some die in a show of flames and combustion, others simply die and decompose before being born again. Their origin is believed to be from the sun, and they symbolize renewal in general as well as the sun, time, the Empire, metempsychosis, consecration, resurrection, life in the heavenly, and many more aspects of magical life.”
Harry of Air saw them as endowed with haloes, nimbuses mostly having seven rays, having crests of feathers on their heads, and some looking like roosters. Many had multiple colours with brightly coloured plumage as all looked like a rainbow, in their colourful, and vibrancy, and colouration. Some had peacock-like colouring, others were golden or golden-red, many were red and yellow coloured, others had red legs and striking yellow eyes, and others had eyes which were blue like sapphires, and others had legs which were covered in yellow-gold scales with rose-coloured talons. Harry of Air believed that their colour should make them stand out from all other birds. He also saw their sizes, with some as similar to that of eagles, and others more larger, and a few even larger than an ostrich.
They were then taken to a nearby static swampy air-isle on which grew trees — green trees this time, on whose upper boughs and branches, and upper roots were seated grey metallic nests. The fauna-guide flew them again at the edge of the air-isle, and there they stood and stared at the metallic birds, as they violently flew up around, and were also unconcerned by their arrival.
“Stymphalian birds are magical, metallic and voracious birds. They are man-eating birds with beaks of bronze, and sharp metallic feathers they can launch at their victims, and poisonous dung. They fly only against those who come to hunt them, swarm over their countryside at them, destroy their crops, fruit trees, animals and pets, and the townspeople, and wound and kill them with their beaks; and all armours of bronze or iron that men wear is pierced by the birds; but if they weave a garment of thick cork, the beaks of the birds get caught in the cork garment, just as the wings of small birds stick in bird-lime.”
Harry of Air saw the birds as having the size of a crane, and like the ibis, but their beaks more powerful, and not crooked like that of the ibis.
They then flew to another static air-isle scarce of trees, and with thunder and lightning bolts lightly brewing on its surface. The fauna-guide flew them still at the edge of the air-isle, told them not to dare go further or their approach shall be seen as a threat by the birds there who mildly flapped their wings and flashed their eyes. They thus stood there at the edge and stared at the birds, as they flapped and flapped their wings, flashed and flashed their eyes, as they all flew up around, and occasionally stared at them all the while assessing them.
“Thunderbirds are giant magical beasts of power and strength.” The fauna-guide told them as he shifted and shifted them to the brink of the air-isle as the thunderbirds flapped and flashed aggressively. “They create thunder by flapping their wings, and lightning by flashing their eyes. The thunder and lightning bolts they create are casted at all approaching and going after them.”
Harry of Air saw the thunderbirds as spread-eagled birds — wings horizontal head, but also with the head facing forward, thus presenting an X-shaped appearance overall.
They then flew to another static air-isle full of mounds and mini mountains surrounded by marshes. The fauna-guide flew them once more at the edge of the air-isle, and told them not to adventure further or their approach shall bring the hostile birds present at them. They thus stood there, and stared at the birds as they watched them, hovering in the air, flying out and in of the mounds and mountains, and tearing violently at prey they caught.
“Rocs are enormous, gigantic and gargantuan magical birds of prey as you can see them.”
Harry of Air saw some of them flying through the air and carrying and bringing back cockatrices, griffins, hippogriffs, pegasuses, and many more massive creatures which they caught in their hunts.
They were next flown to a moving air-isle full of trees. The fauna-guide pleasantly flew them above the air-isle as he spoke. “Shahbazes are another sort of giant magical birds.” He amiably told them as he encouraged them to proceed forth after him to the birds who flew at them at once, and gently and gracefully landed on the stretched fauna-guide’s palm. Harry of Air opened his palm too and a shahbaz softly landed on it, and he felt its talons lightly, softly and sweetly graze at his palm, and he lightly laughed at the sensation. The other children also stretched forth their hands, and soon shahbazes could be seen on hands and heads. “Shahbazes are kind, warm, loving, helpful, strong and protective birds. They help all peoples and guide them to whatever places and lands they will venture to. They are also royal birds used by wizarding and witchcrafting royalties and royal houses, who keep them amongst their royal households along other birds of prey. Their symbol represents both strength and aggressiveness.”
Though giant, Harry of Air lightly felt the shahbaz weight on his hand, and saw them as having bodies similar to eagles, and being bigger in size than hawks or falcons.
The children jovially caressed and cherished the birds which returned the affection.
When it was time to leave, it was difficult for the fauna-guide to part the children from the shahbazes, and much more difficult for him to stop them from taking away one with them as it was against the rules of the Faunaerarium.
To console the aggrieved children, the fauna-guide promised them that their next visit shall be to a fairyland, and he flew them from the moving air-isle, to another moving air-isle, of which from faraway as they flew towards it, saw it illuminated, shiny, shimmery, sparky, sparkly, and animated wide winged and wingless beings of so many sorts of shapes and sizes flew all over its gardens, and woods, and forests which equally scintillated and oozed of magic, and aerowizardry and aerowitchcraft.
“The land of Fairy, or the Land of Faes, and its inhabitants, the fairies, fays, faes, feys, fair folks, or faeries, as they are numerously called, are a type of enchanted magical beings nursing, nurturing and nourishing on nature, that are half-human and half-spirit, and have magical powers, and a penchant for beneficial trickery. Almost all are beneficent and benevolent in their intercourse with mortals, while a few are malevolent and maleficent. They also commonly appear on earth at intervals — where they leave traces of their visits, in beautiful green-rings, where the dewy sward had been trodden in their moonlight dances.” The fauna-guide spoke as they flew into the air-isle, and the children were all rapt with wonder, ecstatic, elated, euphoric, excited, enthused, and all joyful and joyous as the shahbazes were quickly forgotten, and the fauna-guide stared at them cheerful and knowing.
Harry of Air saw them in their multitudes beautiful, lively, as human in appearance, and a very few as goblin-like and gnome-like in appearance, and all ranging from quite a tiny size to the size of a human. He however was caught by seeing some of the large ones assuming small sizes, rather than constant, and saw some smaller fairies expand their figures to imitate humans. Some were short in stature, dressed in dark grey, and seen in armour. Some had green eyes. Some had footwear, others were barefooted. Some had wings — mostly delicate dragonfly or butterfly wings, and others were wingless, and he saw many fly by means of magical wand wave, woot wave, or spell speak, or sometimes perched on ragwort stems or the backs of birds.
The fairish flew all about and all around as a bee buzz. With their wands held in hands and woots held in feet, Harry of Air watched them shooting, shooing, and shoving enchanted and magical starry and sparkly spells, as they engaged in their various fairish tasks and activities. Some of the spells reached Harry of Air, and an illusion and enchantment it was, as it made him feel euphoric and elated, and also all the children felt same as they were touched by the sparkly starry.
Some of the fairies seemed to be spirits of weather, as they took on the shape of whirlwinds, winds, storms, rain, lightning, sunshine; with some riding on storms, some creating good weather enchantments, some creating lightning and thunder; others raising storms to ride on the wind and others becoming violent whirlwinds. Some became air spirits controlling the weather.
Then Harry of Air saw a particular dragonfly fairy fly at him and stop before him and speak in acknowledgement, “Harry of Air!”
She then flew upwards, spun and spiralled all around him, and serenaded a sweet song at him as wand in hand and woot in feet spilled stars and sparks, and her singing was “Harry Potter Air! Harry Potter Airan! Harry Potter of Air! Harry Potter of the Air! The Winged Harry Potter! The Flying Harry Potter!”, and as she sang and sang, Harry of Air felt fuzzy and fuzzier, dizzy and dizzier, and forgetful, and felt a time as if he was flown away to somewhere else.
Then Harry of Air knowing not when it all ended, and doubting he could recall when it all started, felt himself recovering as he laid on a white, thin and brittle glassy leaf. Standing before him was the fauna-guide smiling at him, and who stretched his hand at Harry of Air, and he took it, and he held to it as he rose up.
“Here we are in another moving air-isle, an air-isle in which we cannot go to, but which rather chooses us and takes us to it.” The fauna-guide said.
Harry of Air feeling slightly blurry, stared all about the place, and what he saw was a white, glassy wood.
“And a rather rare thing it is, for this land, and its people, are rarely accommodating of the “visibles” as I and you as they name us, and rarely still do they take me to their land in my tours, which is always thus.”
Harry of Air then saw suddenly becoming slightly visible some white-winged and white-skinned beings, whose whiteness was close to clearness and colourless, and transparency and translucency, and who seemed glassy or glassed, and who simply stared at them as they shifted and stood in small semi-circles.
“We are in the otherworldly land of Jinns, or djinns, or genies, who are these people, and who are magical beings believed to be bird-winged, half-human and half-spirit, that are generally and naturally invisible to us. As you and I see them as they are, some others who claimed to have had them appear or apparate to them also agree that they are bird-human-ghost breeds who are glass-like in their semi-translucency, or semi-transparency, as the two of us can see and witness. Others consent that they saw them composed of thin and subtle bodies, they could change at will, and favoured the form of birds, bats, and also appeared as hippogriffs, griffins, cockatrices, pegasuses, or as humans, or as other flying magical beasts.”
“They choose the “visible” to whom they will appear, though a defined criteria is not known of who or whom is suitable for them to appear to — though it is thought they appear to those who strongly believe in them; and those to who or whom they have shown themselves to — and not known whether they told it truth or false, have never been able to tell why they were chosen to be seen by them. However, they have chosen me with you this time, though you neither knew them nor believed in them, and you can make your own opinion of who and what they are.”
Harry of Air stood staring at the jinns, who simply stared back too.
“The fairy that brought us here, I believe, was a genie in disguise, as it has always been the case in the rare times I had been taken to here. We are in their realm, and as you can see, we can see those of our realm, but these ones cannot see us.”
And Harry of Air saw that it was true, for as he looked more closely, he could see the grey, faded and waned shapes and shadows of Dudley and Dudleya, his companions, and the other children, and also of the greyer ones of the fairies, and all flew together jovial and jubilant.
“Some say the jinns agree like humans, are accountable for their deeds, and can be either believers or unbelievers; depending on whether they accept the said deity or divinity’s guidance, and are also believed to be neither innately evil nor innately good. The jinns are mostly believed to be parallel to humans and subject to a deity or divinity’s judgment and afterlife, though some believe of an affinity between the jinn and deities and divinities. Some aerowizards and aerowitches themselves worship the jinn, or seek protection from them.”
“Some jinns might even engage in sexual affairs with humans, aerowizards and aerowitches and produce offspring. It is believed that if they get hurt by someone, they usually seek out revenge or possess the assailant’s body, calling for an exorcism. Usually, they are also believed to not interfere with aerowizards and aerowitches, but live in their own societies structured as tribes and tribal systems.”
“Some jinns appear on charms and talismans, and some aerowizards and aerowitches call upon them for protection or aid, often under the leadership of a king or queen. Many aerowizards and aerowitches who believe in jinn wear amulets to protect themselves against the assaults of jinns, sent out by other malevolent aerowizards and and aerowitches and aerosorcerers and aerosorceresses. A common belief holds that jinns could not hurt someone who wears something with the name of a deity or divinity written upon it.”
“Most jinns who choose the “visible” to whom they will appear to, or show themselves to, almost do so for a reason.”
As the fauna-guide spoke this, a chief jinni detached from one of the semi-circles and flew at Harry of Air, placed a cold, clear, white finger on his forehead, and spoke to him in a cold and clear voice, “Harry Potter Air! Harry Potter Airan! Harry Potter of Air! Harry Potter of the Air! The Winged Harry Potter! The Flying Harry Potter! Taking you, shall I take you to They as they have summoned you to see you.”
Harry of Air felt himself fuzzy and forgetful again as he felt himself flown away again to somewhere else.
And then it ended as it started, and Harry of Air saw himself standing on a hilltop somewhere where near the sky in another strange land full of mounds and mountains, and an early morning it was and he felt a cold, little wind on his skin and in his hair. The fauna-guide stood by his side smiling and acknowledging to him, and there was no and none of the jinns present here too. He then thought of the words of the jinn and wondered who were these “They” that had summoned him to see him.
“I see there should be something special in you, for the most magical mysterious creatures of air to want to see you and show themselves to you, and to you only.” The fauna-guide as he stared examiningly at Harry of Air. “Seeing us, and showing themselves to us, is something they very rarely do.”
“Might be there should be something special in me.” Harry of Air simply said and smiled, and thought if the fauna-guide just knew who he really was.
“Welcome to the world of sylphs, who are spirits of the air, elementals of the air, flower fairies, spirit guides; and whose world is the element of air, and not the natural atmosphere of our earth, but the magical, invisible, intangible, spiritual medium — a magical and ethereal substance similar in composition to our atmosphere, but far more subtle.” The fauna-guide said. “Sylphs are spirits living in or composed entirely of the element of air, who live hundreds of years, often attaining to a thousand years and never seeming to grow old. The female sylphs are called sylphides. Like fairies, they are kindly disposed towards humankind — though they can at times be mischievous . . . blowing things about . . . rustling through your hair . . . making sounds that distract you. They also tend to be attracted to those who are quick thinking and quick moving.”
Harry of Air heard it also said by many voices he heard on the wind, and also felt airy forms passing, which were slightly seen. Slightly seeing them, he saw some of them as flashes from the corner of his eye, and saw some others without doubt as the most beautiful of beings. They were almost transparent, very small, and large winged; and also as tall, butterfly-like, moth-like, in pastel colours, with long feathered wings, large, hawk-like eyes, and angular faces. Some looked like fairies or cherubs or elves. Some looked like clouds. Others looked like tall thin humans, but with large wings. Others could be mistaken for angels or vice – versa. Some of the sylphs assumed human form, but did this for only short periods of time. With varying sizes, in the majority of cases they were no larger than human beings and often considerably smaller.
Harry of Air also saw them soaring through the sky, hiding in clouds while being invisible to the eye of mortals, riding the airwaves, flying and living atop the highest of mounds and mountains peaks and tops which were their true homes, and also among the clouds and in the surrounding air, and only occasionally landing to take the form of humans, sometimes leaving circles in the grass where they had been dancing. Their temperament was mirthful, changeable, and eccentric.
“Truly, they have no fixed domicile, but wander about from place to place — elemental nomads, invisible but ever-present powers in the intelligent activity of the universe. Their connection with the air is said to inspire humans, endowing them with things such as creativity which has often led to the greatest of inventions. The peculiar qualities common to men of genius are supposedly the result of the cooperation of sylphs, whose aid also brings with it the sylphic inconsistency. Whilst their kind, caring whispers can be heard in the wind do not underestimate the power of a sylph, they can produce storms instantly, blowing ships off course and destroying buildings. They purify the air, and also the mental plane. They can soar above the Earth at will and travel great distances.”
“Sylphs’ labours include that of modelling the snowflakes and gathering clouds. The winds are their particular vehicle. They are able to spread news, inspire art, give breath to all living creatures and even cause mischief amongst us earthlings. When they are not causing miscommunications, being busy bodies or playing tricks, sylphs act as protectors of women, occult secrets and the environment — safeguarding us all from destruction. While sylphs are amazingly intelligent, they also have a childlike sense of wonder, allowing them to gain insight and act with diplomacy. Their only downfall is that they have mortal souls, only gaining immortality by marrying a human. Sylphs have also accepted human beings into their communities and have permitted them to live with them for considerable periods, but of course it doesn’t occur while the human stranger is in his physical body.”
The sylphs all as one flew and flew, and flew high to the mounds and mounts’ peaks and plunged in them, and after seconds emerged out again as one.
“See there, can you see it?” The fauna-guide pointed to somewhere in the horizon. “See that formidable sight of sylphs.”
Harry of Air followed the pointing finger to see, and after a few seconds saw, and spoke, “yes I can see. I see it too.”
Harry of Air enthralled in what he saw, saw in the morning mists as he looked up at the sky, and just as the sun was rising, caught glimpses of a misty shadowy shape of hazy blue darting through the clouds on the edge of the wind.
“That shadowy shape that you see there is Paralda, and his Kingdom is all around us — the Kingdom of Air, for he is Lord of the Element Air and the Elemental King of Air, leader of the sylphs, and he dwells on the highest mountain, and resides under the jurisdiction of the Archangel Raphael, his Master, the Guardian of the Air, that you can see there too, along with Ariel, another King of Air.” The fauna-guide said. “Whenever Raphael is called upon for protection, Paralda is seen rising up beside him, ready to do his bidding, and together they direct and control the movement of Air and the thought patterns around the earth.”
Harry of Air saw this happen, and saw the Mighty King swoop through the skies on gossamer wings, his billowing hair streaked with sunlight, and shaded with the grey whiteness of the clouds that surrounded him. His eyes were silver, slanted moonbeams, darting and alert.
“The tenuous shape of his body belies his strength for, although he can seem as gentle as the touch of spring upon your cheek, his power is as wild and unpredictable as a howling east wind. With just one glance, he can capture the secrets of our innermost thoughts in the fleeting moment of his penetrating stare.”
Paralda spoke, and Harry of Air hearing and not understanding a word of it, heard his voice, and it recalled in his mind the rushing sound of brief summer gales, and light autumn breezes.
“It is by the breath of Paralda’s commands that he brings the air elemental beings, the sylphs of his kingdom, under his control.”
Harry of Air also saw this happen, and saw the swift and graceful sylphs flock to surround him, their silvery elf-like form ethereal and indefinite.
Harry of Air then heard them whispering in the tree tops, as they encircled the skies with the birds of the air, and he had to be quick to catch sight of them, for they were always moving, ever changing shape, ducking and gliding, soaring and swooping and diving, wafer-thin effortless dancers, fluttering on the breath of the wind.
“Ariel controls all the powers of air. His winds circle the earth. With his song, he could bind or loose the winds, enchant men or drive them mad.”
Harry of Air stared at Ariel for some seconds who was a slight version of Paralda, and after stared at Archangel Raphael, standing and robed in gold, yellow, and blue, and carrying a caduceus, a wand entwined by two serpents.
“Archangel Raphael is the Master of the Powers of Light.” The fauna-guide spoke as he saw where Harry of Air’s stare was. “His wand is a symbol of healing. He rules science, knowledge, compassion, and healing.”
Harry of Air then saw the archangel stand before him the succeeding second, wondering with what sort of swiftness he took himself to his side. He stood cool and erect, silent and peaceful, his hair shimmering with the tacit colour of sunbeams at dawn. Harry of Air saw him hold upright in his hand a sword — the Sword of Damocles, which flashed pointed fragments of diamond light in reflection of the rising sun, and his robes were spun of golden silk, billowing softly in the mobile breeze of a warm springtime morning. He had the image of Aquarius embroidered on his breast.
“The Archangel Raphael touches the mind and the thoughts, for he is the bringer of Faith, and his sword represents the notion of Peace inspite of a troubled world – as in just the same way we may wake after a restless night and see things in a different light, giving us Faith that everything will turn out all right with the birth of a new day.” The beamy fauna-guide bent and whispered at Harry of Air. “The sword cuts away the debris from our minds, and it also represents our mental will to overcome. It is not a symbol of attack, but only protection. The image of Aquarius embroidered on his breast indicates insight and truth, everlasting life, and the eternal belief in all humanity.”
Archangel Raphael raised his sword to Harry of Air in silent salutation, and when the fauna-guide and Harry of Air in mimic bowed down in reply, he turned to face outwards across the mists of sunrise, as he lowered the sword’s point to his feet, and he stayed so holding the glittering hilt uppermost, with massive wings outspread in a stance of passive protection.
After some time, Archangel Raphael, King Paralda, Lord Ariel, and the sylphs flew to oversee other tasks. But before this they flew Harry of Air and the fauna-guide out of the Sylphland into the Fairyland, where they met the other children who were still in rapt with the fairies, and had not noticed their temporal disappearance.
As with the shahbazes, it was also hard for the fauna-guide to part the children from the fairies, as they all objected and opposed, as such that the fauna-guide — as it was customary for him to do, had to resort to the fairies to enchant the children and fly them out of the Fairyland.
Once they reached the Faunaerarium’s entry, the enchantment wore off, and the children realizing what had happened stared at the fauna-guide in anger and reproach, while some openly rebuked him. They all stared towards the air-isles and air-islets ahead, with longing and yearning to go back to the fairies, or even the shahbazes. Harry of Air thought of the jinns and sylphs whom he had visited, and was the only one of the children to have visited them, and thought to tell the others about it, but from the unhappiness of them, thought better not to, as added to all the troubles it would cause, he won’t also know what to tell when asked why it was only he and not they also who saw them.
It was early afternoon, and before the touring was ended and parents came and collected the children, the Faunaerarium proposed a last touring to the children to calm them from being flown unconsenting and unknowing out of the Fairyland — a custom of theirs it was also, and the children grudgingly agreed.
A new fauna-guide flew them up and along an aero-path, and they emerged before an air-islet which was walled in glass, except for the top. They all flew down it and landed in the midst of glass tanks — tanklike floraerariums and faunaerariums, which contained all sorts of plants and flying and winged animals of all sizes.
The children all dispersed as they went after the tanks calling for their interest, though not too interested as they all wished to be at the Fairyland rather than here.
Harry of Air and his companions flew from one tank to the other, staring at the plants and animals in them. They then flew to a dark and cool corridor containing some of the most mysterious looking floraerariums and faunaerariums. Inside them were plants and animals they had never seen. This caught on their curiosity and they rushed on and pressed their faces on the glasses, and stared at the bird-shaped plants and plant-shaped birds.
Harry of Air staring at one massive plant-shaped bird, saw it suddenly get up and stare back at him. This started him and he turned to the others to see if it was the same thing with them, but no, it was only him being stared back by the plant-shaped bird who began beaming at him, and the bird-shaped plants in the floraerarium beside also flapped and fluttered at him. Feeling confused about this, but believing it was a magical bird and magical plants acting so, he looked about again to see that it was only happening to him, as the other children carelessly made their ways from one tank to the other.
Then the plant-shaped bird before him extended one of its hands, and Harry of Air unsure, but also curious stretched his hands on the glass to the plant-shaped bird. He then instantly felt himself shifted out of space, and the succeeding second shifted into space again — another space it was for he was in the faunaerarium standing beside the plant-shaped bird, and alarmed. He wondered how could that be, and how could he be in the tank.
Panicky, and staring at the plant-shaped bird who simply stared at him, and also at his companions who had yet to see him in the faunaerarium, he then heard a voice emanating out of the plant-shaped bird, though he heard not its mouth move to speak and it said. “The Airstone is seeking for you. The Airstone is seeking for you Harry Potter of Air. Hear it. Hear its call and come and collect it.”
The plant-shaped bird said it several times as Harry of Air painfully heard her, as he felt uncomfortable in the tank. The plant-shaped bird as it spoke flew all around Harry of Air, spinning and spinning, until it called for the attention of his companions, and soon that of all the children in the place who all flew to the tank and cried, shouted, screamed, and called out to Harry of Air asking how he got to be in there, and what the plant-shaped bird was doing. The plant-shaped bird spun and spun as it swirled and spiralled around Harry of Air who started feeling uneasy and queasy, as he stared at his companions out there who tried to reach to him, as he also tried to talk to them.
Then he saw the fauna-guide rush along with Dudleya hot at his heels, and he parted the children to make way for himself.
“Do not worry children, this is not anything never seen or never happened.” The fauna-guide assured the children as Harry of Air heard him as if from afar. “The plant-shaped birds of the Vaporating Glasses sometimes do this, though rarely. They can be sometimes assertive and authoritative and take you into their glasses, and do what they want with anyone or anything, including us humans and aerowizards and aerowitches, as you can see they have done with your friend, but don’t worry, we shall see him out of there.”
The fauna-guide staring at the plant-shaped bird, and staring as if speechlessly speaking to it, somehow managed to convince it to get Harry of Air out of the tank, and soon it stopped its whirling, and a second later, Harry of Air disappeared from within the tank, and appeared before it, to his companions who rushed to him, happy to have him back with them as they asked him questions about how it had happen.
Soon all the children were flown out of the place, and with their touring come to an end, and all agreeing it was one of their most marvellous moment in a long time, they were all taken to their parents; and Harry of Air, Dudley and Dudleya, Piers and Piersa, Eron and Erona, Avicien and Avicienne, Alain and Alaina, Volorin and Volorina, Plu and Plume, Mavin and Mavina, and Amin and Amina, and all the other children agreed that it had been the best celebration of their E.E.E.E. successes, and with their parents flew to the parking lot where were their aerovehicles, and boarded them, and after the aerovehicles leaped up in a soar out of the Floraerarium and Faunaerarium’s air-isle to the aero-road, and from there to their various homes.
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Hello, hello to you all. My name is Loic Cabrel, I’m an author and writer of stories and books
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Post by khristiankhristian on Dec 16, 2022 14:35:23 GMT -8
To you my dearest reader Happy and Merry Christmas and New Year to you all! I’m Loic Cabrel, and am an author and writer of stories and books (and I write under the pen names Khristian Khristianson and HarryPotterAlternate). I’m 20 years old, and I’m English, and I’m writing you because I please need your help for these stories.
I please need financial help from you. Could you please help me as donors of funds to me, so that I could continue writing and posting further chapters of this beautiful story that we are loving? The reason why I most urgently need your financial help is that I chronically suffer, and I’m suffering from hand and feet injuries and disorders, which have been so from early on in my life, and of which is ataxia of which I was first diagnosed at 11yrs old, and in which I experience uncoordinated movements due to muscle control problems that cause an inability to coordinate my movements; and also hand and wrist arthritis, which sees an inflammation of the tissues that line my joints. From thence on till today, I’ve experienced problems with using my fingers and hands, arms, legs, feet and toes, holding, walking, speaking and moving my eyes; and I’ve always felt pain, pain and pain, burning, inflammation, and swelling at my joints, as I feel my hands and feet dull and burn when it occurs, and which always damages my joints. With this always comes swelling, lack of strength, difficulties moving my wrists and ankles, and also warmth due to the inflammation, and also the nearby joints become sometimes unusually flexible. It also makes me feel and hear grinding of the joints inside my hands and feet, and also come the appearance of cysts on my fingers and toes. Along with this, I have a weak grip, difficulties using the hand, pain in the knuckles, fatigue, weight loss, and fever. I’ve undergone innumerable nonsurgical treatments like anti-inflammatory medications to reduce pain, injections and splinting, and which when work not well sometimes, I undergo surgical intervention for pain relief and joint preservation, and at one time in my life, the doctors told me the joints couldn’t be repaired and preserved, and joint replacement was then done. But despite all this, much hasn’t ever really changed as most of the time I have my hands and fingers and feet and toes paralysed.
These conditions have always been so severe that it has not always allowed me to perform gross and fine movements needed for my hand working and typing, and feet walking. Many a times also I can’t reach and extend my arms and hands, and legs and feet in either direction. In my present condition, I can no longer type on a keyboard, and I and my family have spent almost all of our finances in hospital treating these injuries. I love writing stories and books and I can no longer type my conceived stories and books, which I want one day published.
I recently paid for a typist to help me in writing, typing and doing all the posting and other works. It’s a hard work and a heavy pay, I dare not tell you about it, for the typist has to do the typing and retyping, the correcting and re-correcting, editing and reediting, adding and deleting, reading and deleting, researching and browsing, and all others as I tell him; as well as all other tasks associated with hands and fingers; and all this with when I’m in creativity, imagining and brainstorming and all other such, as all you fellow writers and readers know of when it comes to creativity, creative writing, writing and typing a story and book. This is terribly frustrating and vexing for me and the typist to do, and to both keep up at each other’s pace, and we’re trying all our might to align, adjust and get ourselves used to it.
Your financial support will help me in paying the typist in the tedious tasks of typing-retyping, correcting-re-correcting, editing-reediting, adding-deleting, reading-deleting, etc. of my stories; and also the researching and browsing, and all other manual works and activities requiring the use of hands and fingers which I can no longer perform; and all this as I brainstorm my stories. This financial help shall help me in continuing this story chapter by chapter till the end. I’ve plans and sketches for all the chapters of this book and the other forthcoming books (which I’ve planned and sketched). I succeeded in paying for these first chapters to be successfully typed, edited, corrected, and overall overseen, and it had a good go on my remaining finances as I did not foresee it as so, and now my finances are almost depleted, and I don’t see myself moving ahead, only except if I’m helped. I can’t turn on anybody else, neither my family nor friends, for they’ve done already much and all what they could for my hospital expenses for years already, and are also dealing with post-pandemic woes of theirs. With no other avenue of finances, I’ve thought of you dear readers, and I turn to you with all hopes that you could give out some help.
The typist I’m working with is a good and supporting friend of mine, who’s also a post-graduate student in Law, and who’ve decided to provide his time and services to me for some remuneration, as this remuneration will also help him to cope with life and life expenses as he dedicates himself and the majority of his time on my work. We’ve agreed on at least $100 to $200 per chapter ─ depending on final word count of the chapter(s), for typing to final edit and proofread, and I’ve planned and plotted 40 chapters for this book. This should have me pay him an average of $4000 to $8000 for all chapters. We’ve also agreed on $300 for his internet searches and browsing as I tell him to, and $200 for him to post all the chapters on the site and engage in other postings and pastings and publishing. He is also a web designer and a good web surfer, and I’m also paying for web designing and web surfing services as such ─ $500 for the creation and management of my website and blog, $500 for the reworking and management of my internet and social media accounts and sites, $500 for the typing and editing and sending of my emails and engagements in written conversations for me ─ and all this for a one year period. I’ve also agreed with him on $1000 for other miscellaneous writing-related manual works, and $1000 for other non-writing-related manual works, all of which I can’t do due to being hand-paralysed. The books I’m writing, I also plan on publishing them ─ at least pulling to publish, and self-publishing them as high-quality, professionally edited and designed books; and for the various costs on the services in the publishing process, I’ve agreed with him on $1000 more on the creation and management of a crowdfunding campaign on a crowdfunding platform that I’ve already chosen, that is Kickstarter, on which I will crowdfund for the publishing of the books. This is a total average of $13000 that I’m to pay, and I’ve decided on $10000 to cover other unexpected costs as they shall arise, especially from forthcoming unexpected manual labours and works. The earliest I receive your donation, the fastest the stories’ chapters shall be typed and posted, as they are already planned, plotted, and chaptered.
Financial shortage is what’s taken me time to finish and post this Chapter 2, and it might take more time for Chapter 3 and subsequent chapters if I’m not immediately helped. I can complete a chapter in four or five days if the finances are at hand for me to work with.
The books I intend to post are as you can see them listed on my profile; with the first book being Harry Potter of Air and the Airer’s Airstone, and its chapters are already all planned.
Please, please, please help me, for I’ve no such finances with me any longer. There is almost nothing else I can do, and there is practically nothing out there I can do as job due to being hand-paralysed. This hand-paralysis in part reignited my creativity, and I saw that writing stories and books, which is what I’d ever truly loved to do, is the only thing that I can now passionately and professionally engage into (after all the hopelessness, discouragement, despairingness, desperation, miseries and misfortunes life has bestowed upon me), as I see that I can post and later pull to publish them, so as to earn revenues and a living, and be able to sustain myself. Please, please again dear reader, help a fellow aspiring writer to continue living his life with hopes and expectations, and achieve his life dreams.
All this is as important, as I’m in addition having more of my own share of life’s hardships, which I’ve been going through for about three years now, and which started with the Covid19 pandemic. I was by then a student studying law, and after obtaining my Bachelors in Law, I couldn’t continue with studies or even search for a decent job, as the pandemic had just started. I was then forced to leave my place as I couldn’t afford staying there neither working nor studying, and with a rent of $1000 a month not including bills ─ and I couldn’t go back right away to my parents’ home as they were going through their own pandemic problems. And the airports were also closed, so I was homeless for about ten months. In my homelessness, I feared for my life and future, and for my sickly self. I after worked a cleaning job in a hostel I lived in, hoping to get my own apartment. Since I hadn’t had a decent job to support me to go back to school, I thus left and abandoned school because of all these hardships, and I concentrated and dedicated myself on my life passion, which is to be an author and a published author ─ though ironical it is for my writing due to my hands and fingers illnesses, and my law studies wasn’t what I wanted as a career, but which I was forced to do by my family as to them it was better than a career in writing because of my hands and fingers issues, and of which they were right, but which wasn’t what I wanted. I searched and searched for better jobs despite my ataxia and arthritis, and succeeded in seeing one self-satisfying job as a part-time employee, and I struggled to find time for my stories and books, and writing took me much of the time leaving less for full-time work; and because of this, I barely made enough to even cover my rent, bills, and hospital expenses. Living in my place, prices were too high due to inflation, and I’d been moving from place to place and no matter where I went, everything was just too expensive for someone just starting out. My credit tanked due to this and I couldn’t even afford to pay them at the time. When the airports finally opened up again, I went back home to my parents, and while I was at home, nothing had however improved as my parents were also in great financial crisis, and I struggled with a newfound job in a hotel to meet ends of mine and help them in some of their tasks. Then I one day became horribly hand-paralysed, and every hope and expectation died as the little finances from savings from me and my family dried up in hospital bills, and this took a terrible toll on me and my family. For now, none of my parents work, and to help me in furthering my writing, we came up with the idea to plead for funding online from fellow writers and well-wishing readers to help fund for the typing and posting and crowdfunding of my books, and to do it in this Christmas season where people are more giving and generous. In my family, we are left only with meagre means, and it is tough for my parents to take care of me and my siblings, and we’re all almost going to homelessness. Two of my family members who helped me financially and alleviated my burdens were my paternal grandmother who died two years ago of Covid, and my maternal grandmother who died recently, and they and their help miss me much. This hardship greatly distresses me and disturbs my writing work, but I accept is as part of life and living in this present world. I’m hoping that you will help me in funding for the typing of my stories, and the creation of a crowdfunding platform to crowdfund for publishing my stories as books, for me to generate revenue and meet ends for me and my family, as I can’t no longer work any worthy work due to my hand and feet paralysis. Life has had it that I can’t have fully functioning hands and feet as many, to serve the wide variety of functions it serves, and necessary for achieving my most basic needs and performing my most complex movements. These hands and feet injuries have traumatized me and significantly affected the quality of my life.
Though strange it should seem to send money to a stranger on the internet (with justified reasons), I call on your human heart to understand and help me.
I’m pleading for any financial help from anyone who is willing and able to give or donate.
Your contribution can be sent to my paypal account: loiccabrelCM@yahoo.com, and I’ll be forever grateful to you and your huge help in making this work of mine realize itself. I’ll be extremely happy to mention you and your help once everything is done, and my stories hopefully published one day. For this is a pulling-to-publish work, as with all intents to be published, this book, a fan fiction of the Harry Potter series of books and movies, and so as not to infringe on copyright issues, I intend to change the character names to inventions of mine for publishing it. Just as E. L. James's Fifty Shades of Grey series which was originally written as fan fiction for the Twilight series of books and movies, and in order to not infringe on copyright issues, James changed the character names for the purposes of her novels; similarly as Anna Todd's 2013 fan fiction After about the English boy band One Direction also secured a book and movie deal with renamed characters in 2014, and the movie After was released on April 12, 2019.
Without your help, I don’t know what I could do, and if I’ll ever be able to continue these chapters typing and posting, and keep on this fantastic story’s journey with you.
I shall hugely consider your help and contribution as a great Christmas gift from you to me.
Thank you very much for your concern and understanding and contribution. Help shall be welcomed, appreciated and acknowledged wherever and whenever it comes. If anyone has read or will read this, please help in any way you can, whether or not it be donating. Thank you and God bless.
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Your contribution can be sent to my paypal and/or payoneer accounts loiccabrelCM@yahoo.com
For those of you who can’t donate, it is no big deal as I encourage you to share this with your networks, or post about this to others on your social media channels. This should greatly reduce my work and the work of the typist, and make me not spend much more than I could.
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