Home is where your wand is.
written by Aurora Lyra Sprout
This book contains the personal notes of a Woman who was born in times of peace, and had the priviladge to meet the most notorious figures in the world of magic and even grew up with some of them. Gives us the intake of a confused child that grew up during times of war. Tells us the adventures of our favorite heroes during their youth, but it also tells us how dark were the times of the second war, and what happened to the ones that fought it, when magic took a wrong turn for the second time. - NOT FINNISHED YET -
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Magical Child
Chapter 1
Aurora
The year was 1981 when Pomona Sprout, or "Mom Pom" as I call her, was travelling trough the Nordic countries in search of this small whited petal flower called Parvuli Brevis. The plant only gives flowers one time in every five years, and then they last only one week. But they are said to have great healing powers.
Back then Pom was studding rare specimens and undiscovered properties with the intentions of writing a herbology book, which according to plan, would turn her into an acclaimed author, and allow her to continue travelling the world and researching rare plants and their use, together with indigenous magical tribes and wizard monks around the world. She never made it that far, and the reason why is also the beginning of my personal story.
Pom began her journey starting in Iceland, where I was born. She found me in the woods, inside a basket that was hovering some 40 cm from the ground. It was obvious that magic was involved somehow, so for fear the towns people would see and react badly, she took me in.
From then on everything changed in her life, she took me with her on her travels, but it became more and more clear as time passed that we would need to settle on a more stable life and stop living as nomad people.
So, one day when I was almost 6, an official invitation came to Pom to teach in Hogwarts and a final decision was made, I was formally adopted and given the name Sprout and I went to Hogwarts Castle for the first time.
Growing up at Hogwarts is everything you can imagine it is! I grew surrounded by yellow, on the basements of Hufflepuff, although I had not been sorted out into any house yet for being too young. I was considered a special case and was allowed to enter so I could be with mom Pom in her chambers. The common room and dormitories have quite a curious entrance, they are accessed through a pile of large barrels, near the kitchens. The barrel two from the bottom, middle of the second row, will open if tapped in the rhythm of 'Helga Hufflepuff'. As a security device to repel non-Hufflepuffs, tapping on the wrong barrel, or tapping the incorrect number of times, results in one of the other lids bursting off and drenching the imposter in vinegar! I saw this happen to a Gryffindor student once.
Although I grew up singing "Helga Hufflepuff" around in the corridors, I never had to try this myself since one of the conditions of my staying in Hogwarts was that I could never be left alone without supervision. As result I was watched by the Fat Friar every time my mom was giving classes. He was my first teacher, I am sure you all heard about him before! He was a wizard who attended Hogwarts School in his youth and was sorted into Hufflepuff. He was a jolly and forgiving man while he lived, and so is he now as resident ghost of Hufflepuff House.
He was very patient and he taught me to be good. He also taught me how to read and write, some science and religion, music, basic mathematics and the beginning of history of magic.
Inside the dormitory it always felt sunny which was my favourite part. The common room is a large, earthy, round room with low ceilings, and the view from the round windows is of dandelions and rippling grass. The decoration emphasizes the earthy-feel of the room with plants my mom brought in from all over the planet hanging and resting all about the room, some that even sing and dance.
All the doors are big and round, burnished copper touchings with plush, cosy yellow and black patterned sofas and chairs are spread around the room. If I was not there reading a book or drawing plants on my free time, I was running in the greenhouses behind the castle, dancing with the dancing flowers, or having conversations with the plants the stray cats and Fat Friar.
Students didn’t really enjoy having me around, I was too little to be interesting, but they never did me any harm, after all I was the daughter of the Head of Hufflepuff House, and Hufflepuff don’t really usually harm anyone as it is anyway, so they just ignored me.
By the end of the afternoons I would meet my mom in her office-greenhouse and help her putting everything back in place, she would ask me about my day and my lessons with the Friar and I would ask her about her classes and we would go together to the great hall to have dinner, I would then go and sit in the kitchen together with the cooks.
Those were the sweetest 4 years of my life.
The year was 1981 when Pomona Sprout, or "Mom Pom" as I call her, was travelling trough the Nordic countries in search of this small whited petal flower called Parvuli Brevis. The plant only gives flowers one time in every five years, and then they last only one week. But they are said to have great healing powers.
Back then Pom was studding rare specimens and undiscovered properties with the intentions of writing a herbology book, which according to plan, would turn her into an acclaimed author, and allow her to continue travelling the world and researching rare plants and their use, together with indigenous magical tribes and wizard monks around the world. She never made it that far, and the reason why is also the beginning of my personal story.
Pom began her journey starting in Iceland, where I was born. She found me in the woods, inside a basket that was hovering some 40 cm from the ground. It was obvious that magic was involved somehow, so for fear the towns people would see and react badly, she took me in.
From then on everything changed in her life, she took me with her on her travels, but it became more and more clear as time passed that we would need to settle on a more stable life and stop living as nomad people.
So, one day when I was almost 6, an official invitation came to Pom to teach in Hogwarts and a final decision was made, I was formally adopted and given the name Sprout and I went to Hogwarts Castle for the first time.
Growing up at Hogwarts is everything you can imagine it is! I grew surrounded by yellow, on the basements of Hufflepuff, although I had not been sorted out into any house yet for being too young. I was considered a special case and was allowed to enter so I could be with mom Pom in her chambers. The common room and dormitories have quite a curious entrance, they are accessed through a pile of large barrels, near the kitchens. The barrel two from the bottom, middle of the second row, will open if tapped in the rhythm of 'Helga Hufflepuff'. As a security device to repel non-Hufflepuffs, tapping on the wrong barrel, or tapping the incorrect number of times, results in one of the other lids bursting off and drenching the imposter in vinegar! I saw this happen to a Gryffindor student once.
Although I grew up singing "Helga Hufflepuff" around in the corridors, I never had to try this myself since one of the conditions of my staying in Hogwarts was that I could never be left alone without supervision. As result I was watched by the Fat Friar every time my mom was giving classes. He was my first teacher, I am sure you all heard about him before! He was a wizard who attended Hogwarts School in his youth and was sorted into Hufflepuff. He was a jolly and forgiving man while he lived, and so is he now as resident ghost of Hufflepuff House.
He was very patient and he taught me to be good. He also taught me how to read and write, some science and religion, music, basic mathematics and the beginning of history of magic.
Inside the dormitory it always felt sunny which was my favourite part. The common room is a large, earthy, round room with low ceilings, and the view from the round windows is of dandelions and rippling grass. The decoration emphasizes the earthy-feel of the room with plants my mom brought in from all over the planet hanging and resting all about the room, some that even sing and dance.
All the doors are big and round, burnished copper touchings with plush, cosy yellow and black patterned sofas and chairs are spread around the room. If I was not there reading a book or drawing plants on my free time, I was running in the greenhouses behind the castle, dancing with the dancing flowers, or having conversations with the plants the stray cats and Fat Friar.
Students didn’t really enjoy having me around, I was too little to be interesting, but they never did me any harm, after all I was the daughter of the Head of Hufflepuff House, and Hufflepuff don’t really usually harm anyone as it is anyway, so they just ignored me.
By the end of the afternoons I would meet my mom in her office-greenhouse and help her putting everything back in place, she would ask me about my day and my lessons with the Friar and I would ask her about her classes and we would go together to the great hall to have dinner, I would then go and sit in the kitchen together with the cooks.
Those were the sweetest 4 years of my life.
