HP and the DA: Gunak 13
Chapter 8
Gunak 13
Can-can I show Harry his room sir? Hermione stammered. ”
Bluewad could see their curiousness to get alone.
“Sure” he said with a fake smile.
“Thank you, sir” Hermione turned, caught Harry’s hand and started walking away till a turn from where they went on sprint.
They made all the way from many confusing structures and walls that probably would need a mind like Hermione. They passed through very small tunnel like passages, which were darkly painted, and lighting the way were the fire touches that hanged both the sides. They reached a door where Hermione stopped and opened the door using some magical words. Inside was nearly a large room with some empty space in the center where a black cloth was lying in the shape of table on top of which was a fire torch hanging downside like a night lamp. Sideways were two beds that were constructed of stone and a wooden sheet on top. Beside each bed structure hung two black robes and in the room where also small cupboards, on of which was filled with Hermione’s belongings.
There was one good thing Harry thought that was the natural light that sparkled behind the windows, Harry opened and to his surprise he saw the water running in the lake below the dark walls. Beyond were green trees and singing birds.
A smile lit his face, but …
“THERE WAS NO LIGHTS AT THE ENTRANCE!”
Hermione stood there –shocked, eyes wide open and erect.
“Are you not shocked by the phenomenon?”
“No, I guess Mr. Potter” came another voice quiet but deep.
“Maybe you are the second person to talk in such a loud voice” he stopped for a moment. It was Bluewad.
“The first of course is the lord himself who punishes on our mismanagement, but I advise that my little sir keeps silence down here and I wont be here to look” he stopped again “ The black wallets are- the black cloth which new comes call, we call it wallets”.
He walked a slow step to the table and placed his hand below the hanging torch.
“And your shurps- or what you people call the spells” ha added a fake smile.
He looked at the torch, which gave jerk, stopped, gave another jerk, stopped again and gave out some sparks, smoked a bit and then with a sudden thrust gave out a piece of red hot coal an a black card. The coal fell on the black wallet and the card flew into the air and then into the hands of Bluewad. On the wallet now was hole, flame at the edge of the hole which was expanding the hole with the going moments. The bit of fake smile on the face of Bluewad vanished, the hair grew red, he turned his hand to face the wallet. Now the fire grew green, stopped expanding, inside the green flame formed small bright particles which moved towards the center of the hole with the flame, recreating the cloth and a breeze like rising itself above the cloth and flowing into the hands of Bluewad and then vanishing inside the hand and throwing light to the surrounding from within. The coal raised itself from below the wallet, turned bluish, caught flame, shining particles encircled it with floated outside with the piece and disappeared into the bright sunshine.
He smiled again, looked into the black card shining with the writings inside.
“The lord needs perfect workers, he dislikes mistakes”.
He threw the card backwards and up into the air, which the red flame of his head, caught.
“Metoti!”
With a sudden jerk the black wallets hanging beside each bed started to encircle the torch giving Hermione another shock. It went in encircling and then with a loud bang returned to their place.
“Banoti!”
The table wallet raised where the torch hanged upside down, the torch had vanished, the cloth twirled around and with a great speed settled back to its place and up now hanged a new torch inplace.
“Bluewad placed the hand beneath the torch again and with a quick blue air came two cards.
He turned to Hermione “replacement, Ms. Granger”.
Hermione handed a card from his robe similar to the new one that Bluewad gave her.
He then turned to Harry.
“Gunak, meaning numbers till we find the worth within you and here is the list of your shurps, which maybe Ms. Granger will help you with”.
He turned on handing the card and started walking towards the door with slow steps, throwing Hermione’s old card into the air for his head flame to catch which had turned blue now.
The door opened, Bluewad stopped
“Your gunak, Mr. Potter, is 13”
The door closed behind him.