Harry Potter and the Berserker

Chapter 44

Disclaimer- Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Berserk is owned by Kentaro Miura. I own nothing.

"Midland?" Dumbledore repeated, the name was clearly foreign to him.

"Yeah, Midland." It did not surprise Harry that Dumbledore did not know the name. Midland resided on a different astral plane than this world. He watched as Dumbledore's brows furrowed in deep concentration.

"I'm Sorry, but I am unfamiliar with that name." the local mages looked at Dumbledore like he had said something startling. Clearly, Dumbledore not knowing something was a big deal to them.

"Unfamiliar?" Serpico parroted. "The war with Chuder? Emperor Gaiseric? Princess Charlotte? Even if this is an isolated place, the country should be known."

Dumbledore shook his head. "I do not know of what you speak."

Isidro scratched at his head. "I didn't hit you that hard with the rock, did I, old man?"

"Dro's arms may be scrawny, but he can throw," Puck furthered, complementing Isidro on his skill in throwing rocks.

"I do not believe any of us are familiar with such a place," Dumbledore stated. "Unless it is code for something, you have us confused."

Guts eyed the headmaster questionably. "You seriously don't know?"

"I do not."

'What's the big deal?' Isidro mentally conveyed. 'Don't old people have a record of losing their memory? How can he not know?'

I have a pretty good idea as to how Harry answered. He might as well just say it now.

"This is a different astral layer."

He was faintly aware of Guts' eye gazing at him; Schierke looked at him quizzically, as if to see if he would elaborate. "Teacher?" Farnese quietly asked, sounding concerned. Serpico had opened his eyes slightly as well, looking worried in a way.

"Like magic?" Isidro asked, as expected, relatively ignorant to what it all actually meant. He wasn't completely alone in that regard; Roderick looked equally as confused, still new and ignorant to what magic could actually do and how much there was to it beyond what he had already witnessed.

"Astral layer, Mr. Potter?" the witch, Minerva eyed him. "What is that you speak of?"

"What?" Harry asked. "The astral layers, different planes of existence. Understanding them is one of the aspects of learning magic. Do you have another word for it?"

"And what kind of a question is that?" Harry was really starting to hate this Snape person. "Layers of existence as a key to learning magic? People are born with or without it, nobody can learn it from scratch."

"You're joking, right?" Harry asked he was sure this was the man's way of trying to infuriate them.

"Snape and joke don't go together," Black stated. "The only time they fit is when you say 'Snape doesn't joke.'" He received a snarl from the greasy-haired man. "But, on this occasion, I have to agree with him. Magic... people just have it, and I certainly never heard of these astral layers."

"T-that can't be right," Schierke voiced. "If you don't know of the astral layers, then it should be impossible to perform magic. Mistress Flora and I suspected Harry could perform it through hereditary means, but he got to where he is now from studying how to do it all. I was much the same."

The other witch, Amelia, adjusted her monocle. "Are you saying that you are a muggle, then?"

"Muggle? Sorry, I don't know what that is."