Chapter 8: Rituals

In these three month except what aunt Olivia taught me I delved into one subject a subject that I loved. Compared to all other disciplines of magic it is full of beauty mystery. It is a subject that confirms to the picture I have always imagined of wizards.

A discipline which is getting less and less attention a discipline which later will become banned. Just for this I went through quite an effort. First I convinced Aunt which took a lot of effort to teach me the ways of the wizarding world. By the ways of the wizarding world I mean taking me to Diagon alley and Gringotts and giving me allowance.

I had trusted auntie's wizarding logic work it is way out let a child like me take a lot of money but those evil muggles had given my aunt the idea of teaching the value of money to children. Therefore my new plan was to save money.

Then after saving lots of money and winning some competitions I took part in, I had enough to buy some books. I convinced aunt to talk to her lost friend with the excuse of looking at pets I freed my self from the evil adults so I could visit Flourish and Blotts alone.

I had no hope to find the thing I was looking for. I had prepared myself for. But as fate would have it I found it.

My precious book

The basis of Rituals.

The day after

"hi aunt why are you frowning"

"dad has summoned you?"

"What?!! why would grandfather summon me? I did not do anything"

"Besides weren't I sent to a 3 year trip to understand the muggle ways?"

"Yes I do not know why he summoned you but you better behave I do not want him to think I was an irresponsible aunt"

"Time waits for no one. so chop chop suit up we have to be at your grand father office in about 15 minutes"

"aunt do not tell me " my face went pale

"are we? are we taking that infernal vehicle" I was trembling

"no we are taking the flu"

"Thank morgana"

"What did you say young man"

"Fine thank merlin"

10 minutes later

Throwing the flu powder into fireplace while imagining the place I want to go I jumped in the flames only to be greeted by a luxurious decoration. Abrahams manor could neither be compared to a manor of a true ancient and noble house which tells a long history nor it could be with a luxurious manor that middle age muggle nobles never the less it was glorious. We entered the office of my grandfather.

My grandfather was a man in his 50s. He had this look that even with my adult mind I found it difficult to remain composed.

Strictly speaking this was the first time I had seen grand father while I had recognized those memories as mine, It was still a little unfamiliar only by spending time with the person in the memory I could really accept them like I had done with aunt Olivia.

"Hello Dad" said Olivia