Fleetwood Wilderness Manual

Father Lancaster Merrin.

Rome, February 10, 1949

Forgive me father, for I have sinned.
I arrived at the British Mission in Kenya exactly a year ago, on my birthday.
But I was certainly moved by mercy or pity for those poor people.
I too had heard of the excavations in the region, the discovery of the church. Do not ask how I know, this is not important.
I was and still is a whimsical girl which was never said no. And I was told to not even one time, as witnessed in person.
I had read many essays and several books on archeology ... put on the Index by the Church. The discovery of the strange idol, so similar to Lucifer classically understood, I was intrigued enough to push me to leave London for a land that did not love at all.
But I already said that it does not matter, because as a man of the church can be considered reprehensible that a woman is pushed much beyond the limit of what can be known, the blame of which I have spotted is much worse.
I loved his father Francis.
I met him the day of my arrival.
He spoke to me, I explained the situation to the Mission, to which were the excavations, and was very amazed that I knew so much about it. And I more than the silver crucifix that hung on his chest watching his handsome face and looked into his eyes clear.
I loved him already, his father.
'll think that it was of infatuation, the feeling that the teenagers caught unprepared and can be awakened by a simple picture, but it is not. No, his father was not.
I spent with him every moment possible attend its harvest, helped him with the children, and if time remained I did tell the Vatican Archives and the beauty of Rome. I left for him to speak because his voice warmed my heart.
The desire that I tore the soul was excruciating, but resisted. Not to save my soul, because if the choice was up to me I would be prepared to burn in hell. To resist him. Voted his life to God I had to respect his choice. But as time passed more
my burden became unsustainable. I reached a point where even fathom from afar caused me endless sufferings.
And then decided to reveal a confession.
I know that failure is a sin even worse than commit the sin itself, but how could I have the courage to do it?
The fear of being despised I had made a coward and sacrilegious, to deserve the respect they showed me every day Father Francis, the fear was won.
I came out of my room and found him sitting in front of the hospital, lost in who knows what thoughts. I knelt before him and taken in my hands.
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned. I am not able to accept the will of God, and I need His mercy. " Then I looked up. "I love you."
Yes, I said exactly that. Clear and frank, as I was not more since for the first time I meet his gaze.
He just smiled.
"Agnes," he said in a whisper sympathetically. "My dear Agnes."
Just this.
I then shook hands stronger than beautiful and I replied with vehemence.
"Do not ever ask you to fulfill my desire. I felt compelled to confess to her and God, but I do not want change something. I beg. "
But apparently God had other plans, and preferred them to be more to get their hands dirty for Him
Father Francis died.
she was to take him from me.
remember that he wanted to keep me away from the body, which saw the destruction that the evil they had done.
But how could I not lay eyes on him one more time?
Thank you for what he did.
You saved my body then, and is saving my soul now.
Thanks to you I have permission to access the Vatican Archives and continue the research that Father Francis had begun.
Thanks to you I can feel close to the man who in spite of everything I love her. And I could
leave vent my heart with the few words written on the paper yellowed.

With the deepest devotion, Agnes his
Edgecombe.

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The longest journey. The Philosopher's Stone: the last year.

Hynion Granger read the book comfortably sunk in one of the chairs of ' Hogwarts Express.

His sister, Hermione was sitting next to her, like a little stiff and made Prefect.

was the his first year at the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he was firmly committed to not giving a bad impression, indeed, to know everything about everything and first of all, a good girl in class who always had been.

few months yet, however, and Hynion would not have seen the good side of Albus Dumbledore, the professors in their improbable clothes magicians, uniforms for students, the towers of the four founders and their coats of arms, ghosts. Would no longer fly on his Nimbus as Seeker of the Slytherin Quidditch Tournament.

"I have to get up," announced Hermione, jumping up. "I can not stay still. Do a tour of the coaches to make sure that everyone has put on their uniforms. "

Hynion smiled, while ' air moved by ' large black cloak caresses her sister face.

Quell ' last year, many things would have been lost. Forget.

And if that was good for what concerned the contempt that some of his companions felt towards him and his half-breed status, regrets would have been higher.

L ' were accompanied throughout their lives.

A bell rang out throughout the train, announcing for the seventh and last time his arrival.

The freshmen advancing intimidated, frightened, almost frightened, while those who like her had come to know the ' imposing gamekeeper Rubeus Hagrid and his good-natured ways starts with a firm step toward the coaches them would be accompanied to all ' ancient castle.

She was afraid the first day.

His parents were both Muggles, and what little magic he knew before going to Hogwarts the ' had learned from books that were sold to flourish, to Diagon Alley.

He had always been afraid of not being all ' height of the others, who all had at least a magician in the family, and that they should definitely know much, much more than her.

And then there ' was the ceremony of the sorting.

well recall when it was called by Professor McGonagall to sit on old wooden stool in front of teachers and the long table had been placed on the head the Sorting Hat.

Slytherin .

"Hey, half-breeds,"

is, in fact.

Half Blood .

A Slytherin were drawn only thoroughbred worthy cadets Salazar, old and young scions of important families of magicians.

Many of his peers, locked in their privileged elite, they refused to skimp contempt or, at best, indifference, unable to call to appreciate the qualities that only a daughter of Muggles could own.

Catherine McKey represented the ' only exception to that rule.

In spite of the haughty members of his family augusta Scotland, was a lively girl and not particularly prone to the rules of ' label. But he was smart, ambitious, refined by the intellect and the infinite resources.

is why, as Hynion, boasted of a bright green coat and silver.

as they climbed the steps blunted by centuries of foot traffic, the two companions looked around: nothing had changed since he had seen this place for the first time.

Elegant candelabra with elaborate inlays enlightened their path, and yellowish on the walls were paintings of knights and damsels who bowed respectfully to their past, and little magicians of the past who smiled as they played with a makeshift ball cloth.

It was always exciting to enter the Great Hall, and especially the first day of school as thousands and thousands of candles were suspended in mid ' air over the long tables of four houses, set with plates and d glasses ' gold reverberate rays of light touched them with their sparkle.

traveled Cat running the Slytherin table, greeting his friends, beating some shoulder, blinking occasionally. A Prefect definitely sui generis, which tends to distort a bit ' too demanding and perfect noses.

His place was the farthest from the door, but near the staff table, placed transversely to dominate ' entire student body.

Although not as close: that was reserved for a ' other person.

Hynion followed her briskly, but with severely, one could expect from a leader.

His smiles were not that fast, just mentioned. The first few days with the new arrivals were always difficult for her, it took a lot to win the barriers that separate it from a stranger, and even harder to utter words that were not "hello " , " welcome " or " Hynion Granger " .

The students, meanwhile, had already reached the stairs of which towered above the staff table and stool for the sorting worn. Professor McGonagall was holding in his hand the parchment with a list of their names, and in ' the other torn Sorting Hat.

"Well. Wait here, please, "he said, clearing his voice was tight and bombastic. "So. Before you begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words. "

When ' old headmaster of Hogwarts rose from his chair, in the Great Hall fell silent. Albus Dumbledore was the most gentle and modest life on earth. With the simple virtues of kindness and patience instilled in everyone, and perhaps not even desired, a reverent awe, reverence one admired.

"I want to give you all some ads beginning of the year, 'he said. "The first year, I take note, ' access to the Forbidden Forest is strictly forbidden to all students. In addition, our caretaker, Mr. Filch, asked me to remind you that the right side of the corridor on the third floor area is closed to all those who do not wish to make a very painful end. Thank you. "

" When I call your name, you will come forward, "replied McGonagall. "I will put the Sorting Hat on your head and you will be sorted into your houses."

Hynion rested his chin on the palms of the hands and prepared to listen for the seventh time in a long series of names, sentences and applause that used to follow the response of that worn-out relic. But that ' years c ' was something different: c ' was Hermione. Even Hermione would attend that school. But it was not intended to Slytherin. Hermione was different. And this would prove an asset.

His name was called first, and the little girl, excited, sat on the stool to wobble with ominous creaking.

"Gryffindor!" Said the hat, Hermione, and reached the table of his house without even worthy of ' a look.

"I usually have to be ashamed of Gryffindor, Slytherin, and not vice versa," sighed Hynion, not too piccata. Youth ungrateful. "

" Well, you understand, "said Catherine. "And ' important that engages immediately with his companions, and have a close relative in Slytherin is not a good advert for the small."

The thick head of wavy and Hermione, with its shades of bronze, honey, black robes stood out among the many that sat beside him. Hynion could hear his words despite el distance ' huge mess.

He was talking - -more or less amiably with a boy with big green eyes, hidden by a pair of round glasses that seemed not to want to stay in their place. It had to be a most curious person than she thought: although it was little more than a child attracted the ' attention. And also, unwittingly, his own.

"But we believe that he is Harry Potter?" Catherine exclaimed, pointing his finger in that correct direction.

"Harry Potter?" She repeated incredulously. "That little boy?"

"Well, what has happened has happened about ten ' years ago ... I would say that we have, right? And then I do not think that the scar on his forehead is a fad. "

He was right.

Among the tufts of black fringe stood a lightning-shaped scar.

The story of Harry Potter and the miracle of his victory over the Dark Lord was a true legend, the magical world. I just idolized him almost as a god. The faithful to Lord Voldemort considered him a threat like no other.

"Why I am surprised," murmured Hynion. "Besides, he would have more or less the ' age as my sister. She knows all about him ... did research, read books about books, investigated how even the most tenacious investigator Muggle could have done ... Hermione knows more things about Harry Potter's life than I know him. "

" The banquet begins, "Dumbledore ordered, and at that very moment the empty plates filled with every delicacy, and the center of the tables appeared huge trays teeming with other delicacies again.

"I love Hogwarts," exulted Catherine.

Hynion melancholy smile, and pulled the cup to his lips.

"Anch ' me."

When his eyes rose, crossed the gray of a newcomer.

very light hair, pale skin like polished alabaster, his features just spoken of those who had not yet reached the ' adolescence: this is Draco Malfoy, son of the most important family of magicians ever existed and promise of the glorious House of Salazar Slytherin.

"You are Muggle our Head Boy, right?" He asked.

"Yes," she said, clearing voice. But from the lips came little more than an embarrassed whisper. "Hynion Granger."

"And you're also our Seeker."

"Yes," she repeated, too hard.

Six years between the people and cruel contempt ' had hardened. Too, perhaps. But it was a necessary defense.

"Two very important tasks for one person."

"Let me say this a flattering Malfoy."

"There must be a reason, if you belong in Slytherin," the boy gloss, shrugging motion in an ostentatious indifference.

"Everyone has reason to be Dov ' you, Mr. Malfoy," she concluded, drinking his cup of ' water all d ' a breath.

*

After dinner, Hynion Prefects and showed the way for the freshmen dorms.

The characters of the paintings that lined the stairs leading down in the basement watching curious newcomers, and every now and saying a few words of welcome.

"Slytherin, please follow me. Keep pace with its "repeated Catherine.

The kids looked around without feeling too wonderful.

Del resto erano già maghi.

Tra i suoi compagni di Casa, Hynion era stata l ’ unica ad emozionarsi quando aveva visto diventare realtà tutte le magie e le stranezze delle quali aveva solo letto nei libri.

«Questa è la via più diretta per i dormitori», continuava la sua compagna. «Ma tenete d ’ occhio le scale: a loro piace cambiare.»

Alle scale piace cambiare, proprio così.

How can we forget the first lesson of Professor Severus Snape?

Little Hynion Granger could not keep up, as he had ordered more than once that evening the Prefect Slytherin.

Her legs were still shaking for ' emotion, although the sorting was over a couple of ' and hours before the banquet to welcome the newcomers had continued long.

His companions had already reached the groundwater and the Prefect had said the word d ' access to the dormitories when the scales had begun to turn and were going to stop by the exact opposite side of the corridors.

In terror, the girl had taken the first door he found open, and had traveled a dark and dreary tunnel. Only a light could be seen in depth.

He began to run towards the glimmer of hope that was left, but suddenly, despite the sweat his forehead, was lowered into the icy cold of that place was chasing a ghost.

was very young, dressed like a gentleman ' other times. Her eyes were bright and good, but could not notice Hynion, working with ' was screaming desperately, to call ' attention of those at that time was in the far room in the light of the lantern.

"Hey, stop!" Gamgee Lord tried to calm her down. "Do not eat mica! Just wanted to know what this girl was a bad place ... and when classes are not even started! "

But ' terrified call Hynion continued, louder and louder. "If you give me so much trouble going back into the picture, right? I just wanted to make friends, I like to know all the students of Hogwarts! "

'Cos ' is all this noise?" He asked the deep voice of a man.

"The ' have angered' had whispered to the ghost ' ear. "You're in trouble," he concluded, before returning to his old portrait.

The poor thing had fallen on her knees, without any strength to the great fear, and she hid her face in her hands in an attempt to quell that convulsive sobs.

"You should not be here, whoever you are," he noted irritated voice, now close.

Professor Severus Snape wanted to get rid of that at all costs scocciatrice.

must have been a little flea of the first year.

was not the first time that the stairs changed direction by the students end up in places which were not even close. And his basement, his very own basement, were one of those.

Long hair charmingly collected voice myeloma, childish whining in an attempt to compose himself in front of a stranger. It was a Hufflepuff, not c ' were dubious.

"Get up and go back in your house," she ordered peremptorily and threatening. "Or I will immediately let off six points to Hufflepuff for your misconduct."

"I do not ..." she replied weakly Hynion, having bowed his head.

"Immediately."

"I ... "

"Or do you prefer the ' expulsion?"

"I do not belong to Hufflepuff, "she had blurted out, raising his eyes still moist. "I am a Slytherin, and I'm lost!"

The professor stepped back d ' a step, nor did he turn: Why was such a silly little thing, a Slytherin?

Students of his house had to have a heart ambitious, ruthless, selfish and contemptuous.

What could be the Slytherin one scary little girl, so damn stupid to be frightened of a ghost as harmless Gamgee Lord, so damn careless to lose?

The answer to your question the ' had found it in his eyes. In those deep eyes full of anger, blacks and cold ... blacks and cold as it should be the ' minds of Slytherin, of which he was the proud Director.

"A Slytherin ..." Snape had repeated, crossing his arms. "In this case, your trip out of the program will remain between us. I do not want to lose points in my house because of your carelessness. "Hynion had not said a word, humiliated and hurt. "I'll take you to this time. And never forget, Miss freshman: the stairs like to change. "

And now Miss freshman became Head Boy.

'T ... keep up, please, and follow me, "he ordered, while the memory of his first meeting with Severus Snape dissolved in the soft light of candles.

came down to the first flight of stairs and path a maze of underground corridors , the Slytherin they face a wall of white stone.

"Gentlemen, this is access to our common room, and consequently to our dorms. At this time, we are just below Black Lake , "explained Hynion , looking up at the ceiling . "Just saying the word d ' order you will have access . The key word ' order must be stored by us Slytherin, no other must get to know. If for any reason, the Director had to retain the right to change it, we will notify you there. " He gave his back to the student body and therefore, loud enough for even the most remote could hear her, uttered" Crux Silver ! " . At these words, the stone revealed that the door kept jealously hidden . "Follow me, boys. Keep up the pace. "

The common room was lit by torches that gave off a greenish light left.

On the walls were fine show of self elegant velvet drapes and fine silk, which fell gently on the floor covered with carpets.

logs of wood ' maple burned in the fireplace, and spread in ' air a pleasant aroma.

"The common room is our meeting place," went on to explain Hynion. "We will meet after school, when you have better things to do, like going to the library or sit in their dorms. In this regard, the boys' dormitory is at the bottom of the stairs to the left, the girls on the right. You will find that all your effects are already in your rooms. Classes start at nine o'clock, the breakfast will be ready in the morning at eight. The Prefects McKay and Higgs, and I, Granger Head Boy, we're here to clear up any doubt. "

'Head Boy Granger Muggle," someone corrected by the last file.

"If someone has to say about the appointment of the ' year, may well give notification to the Director," said Hynion, eyeing one by one the members of his new band of opponents. "But I do not think that Professor Snape would like to be contradicted on ' topic. Now goodnight all. As long as you have decided to end your show the most obvious, my lords. "

Hynion waited until the room empties.

He had not broken down in front of his audience, but the new injury caused to his pride burned, and hurt.

"Leave him alone," Catherine assured her as he sat down on the sofa. "The Slytherins are world champions Muggle Hunt, did not you know?"

Sky, Catherine, "she sighed. "Thank goodness this is my last year here in . "