Worthy Of Magic

Part 28 - An abstract of Auras

Red – Power, Security, Jealousy.

Orange – Pleasure, Appreciation, Comfort.

Yellow – Status, Authority.

Green – Love, Compassion.

Blue – Knowledge, Influence.

Violet – Clairvoyance, Unification.

Unknown – What is enlightenment?

Complications

Once upon a time, before the wars with Goblins and clashes with non-magical folk, Magical Britain was known to the rest of the magical world as wand crafters. Magic was even considered as a gift of the gods and worshiped in secret temples. Then, one fateful day, a temple being constructed near a mountain deep inside Scotland broke into an underground city and found creatures never heard or seen before. They spoke a strange language and were ferocious at the breach into their city.

It was the beginning of a conflict between two dominating species and the slow extermination of the wand crafters.

Ollivander shut his ancestors book and sighed. He was the last of those of the last era. Humans may have won the war but the battle was never over.

The old wand crafter felt old.

His mind sank into the mystery that was Harry Potter. The boy was the result of a tragedy. The Void in his soul was too deep. So empty that his magic could only resonate with the tenere tree.

Not to mention his magic felt like that of a bygone era. He felt nostalgia upon experiencing the boy's magic. It reminded him of the old world. He was one of the few who was old enough to remember it. There was a reason why the only history Binns taught was Goblin history. He knew. He knew the danger Goblins posed to Wizards. It was a pity no one seemed to care anymore. All the world cared about now was the money the Goblins made for them. Wizards may control the throne. But the economy had a Goblins axe at its neck.

The entrance bell rang the arrival of a customer.

Ollivander smiled. The joy of gifting a Wizard a sacred tool allowing them to touch magic was his addiction. He disillusioned himself and stepped into the store. It was a man looking nervous. He sighed. Another wizard had broken his wand.

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First August Nineteen Ninety-Four - Diagon Alley: Flourish and Blotts

Centaurs had captured Harry's imagination. Ever since watching them try and escape his labyrinth with remarkable intelligence, he wanted to learn more about them. Apart from the physiology and history he was fascinated by the role they played in the forbidden forest. They were the guardians who kept the real danger away from the forest towards Hogwarts. Beyond the breach, beyond his desert, was where the true danger students were warned about lay. The place where no wizard had ever returned from once ventured. It was the home of herd of Minotaur's and they were kept far away from the forest of the centaurs. No one had ventured into that side of the forest for centuries. The last person recorded to enter was Francis MacFusty.

Harry was in the second floor of Flourish and Blotts. As usual there weren't many people there as the books stored above were only for those who came hunting with a purpose. It had a wonderful atmosphere that Harry hadn't realised the first time he had come. Yellow and blue colours of magic whispered through the bookshelves and most of the people there had strong blue colours: the colour of knowledge.

He followed the alphabets marked on the shelfs until he came to M and found the book on the family of MacFusty. His excitement grew. The cover of the book was a menacing black dragon. With care and respect, he opened the book and read the first page synopsis. Apparently the MacFusty clan were the guardians of the Hebridean Black dragons who lived in the Hebrides islands of Scotland. Maybe he could go there once he was at Hogwarts.