HarryAir PotterAir and the AirHogwarts AirSchool

HarryAir PotterAir was an AirWizard and an AirWitcher — a wizard and a witcher of air, and an AirBoy — a boy of air, and he was of the air-being breed of the airelementman and airman and ‘feathered-and-winged’ airhuman — an air being with feathers covering his whole body, a pair of wings on his back, and he could fly, and speak with birds. He lived in the air-wizarding and air-witching world — AirWizardia and AirWitchia, the world of air-wizardcraft and air-wizardry and air-witchcraft and air-witchery, found in the air world — Airia. He was a former schooler of AirHogwarts AirSchool of AirWizardcraft and AirWizardry and AirWitchcraft and AirWitchery, a school for air-wizards and air-wizardesses and air-witchers and air-witches, where he did his air-wizarding and air-witching education. He was now an intern at the AirMaxistry of AirMagic (or the AirWizardinistry of AirWizardcraft and AirWizardry and AirWitchinistry of AirWitchcraft and AirWitchery) — the Maxistry of Magic of Air (or the Wizardinistry of Wizardcraft and Wizardry of Air and Witchinistry of Witchcraft and Witchery of Air), training at the AirAuror Office to become an attested AirAuror — Auror of air who was a pursuer and apprehender of Dark air-wizards and air-witchers, and he was Head of the Trainees. He had a girlfriend, GinnyAir, who was an intern at The Daily Prophet, and was training to become a sports editor. HarryAir PotterAir lived with GinnyAir in a nest, which had double doors on its roof and on its floor which served as double entry and exit from it. The nest stood within the canopy of a long and large tree, and rested on the tree’s strong and big branches, and the tree stood lonely on an unmoving air-suspended air-islet. HarryAir PotterAir also had a sister, a twin sister who was an air-wizardess and air-witch — a wizardess and witch of air, as she was also an air being with feathers covering her whole body, a pair of wings on her back, and also she could fly, and speak with birds. HarryAir PotterAir, now at twenty years old, was tall, straight, short white-haired and square-faced. He had white and wide wings, and white and flurry feathers. An additional trait of his that was uncommon to the majority of airelementmen and airmen and ‘feathered-and-winged’ airhumans who mostly had ‘immutable’ feathers and wings, was that he had ‘mutable’ feathers and wings, as he had the ability to sprout his feathers and wings out of his body, and also sprout them back inside his body, and he could as such have feathers and wings intermittently. HarryAir PotterAir, when still a student at AirHogwarts AirSchool two years ago, had finally succeeded in defeating Air-Lord VoldemortAir, after first successfully destroying his horcruxes, and this with the help of Professor DumbledoreAir, the equally deceased former headmaster of AirHogwarts. He had also had possession of the Lifely and Deathly AirHallows at that time, and discarded them save for the Feather of Invisibility which he had inherited from his father. HarryAir PotterAir stayed popular in AirWizardia and AirWitchia as The Airboy Who Lived, for having lived after been shot twice with the Avada Kedavra Killing Curse by Air-Lord VoldemortAir, the most powerful evil air-wizard and air-witcher of the air-wizarding and air-witching world, and for having survived after. He was also famed for having killed Air-Lord VoldemortAir twice, and for having done this ultimately the second time. He remained the hero and saviour of the air-wizarding and air-witching world. These accomplishments made him accepted for training at the AirAuror Office of The AirMinistry of AirMagical AirLaw Enforcement of the AirMaxistry of AirMagic, despite never having taken his N.E.W.T.s — Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests, though his accomplishments in his O.W.L.s — Ordinary Wizarding Levels worked in his favour, including his excelling in Airs and Air-element (a Elementology) and Offence With the Light Air-Arts and Defence Against the Dark Air-Arts, as well as Skies and Sky-realm (a Realmology) and Air-Transfiguration (a Transfiguration), Feathers and Aircovers (a Coverology) and Air-Potions (a Potions), and Wings and Airlocomotors (a Locomotorology) and Air-Charms (a Charms). Prior to his recruitment, he passed the required series of character and aptitude tests, and performed well in the program’s courses of study such as Concealment and Disguise, Stealth and Tracking, and many others. His excelling in the training upped him as Head of the Trainees. As a trainee as air-auror, he was an outstanding air-auror as he was already catching more dark air-wizards and air-witchers, especially the Air-Death Eaters — the Death Eaters of Air. Presently at the AirMaxistry of AirMagic at its AirAuror office, he and other AirAurors had gathered that the Lifely and Deathly AirHallows were thoroughly sought by the Air-Death Eaters who were secretly reforming themselves, and that these Air-Death Eaters were planning some evil, which they suspected might be them trying to bring back Air-Lord VoldemortAir from beyond. They equally suspected that the Air-Death Eaters were preparing possible items to become Horcruxes of Air-Lord VoldemortAir when he was brought back so as to sustain him to eternal life. HarryAir PotterAir was decided to catch all these Air-Death Eaters, and stop them from any and all evil act of theirs, especially those about bringing back Air-Lord VoldemortAir, after all the evil he had done in the past, and all the efforts and sacrifice he HarryAir had had to do to ensure that Air-Lord VoldemortAir be stopped once and for all. Before doing this, he first of all had one more last step to pass through in the air-auror program, which step concerned only him HarryAir PotterAir, and which step was to be performed on his self as it was about the purification of his self from former pollution of his self — such as the lightning bolt-shaped scar which was a result of the failed Killing Curse cast on him by Air-Lord VoldemortAir when he was an infant, and him becoming a Horcrux when a fragment of VoldemortAir’s soul attached itself to him after the unsuccessful Killing Curse. This purification of his self was to permit him to start back and carry on a new life and living as thus; and as an AirAuror, to carry on perfectly his future air-auror activities and life as a new and novel person free from his former polluted person. HarryAir PotterAir as such, on one day, somewhere in AirWizardia and AirWitchia, suddenly awoke n***d, and stripped of his main airhumanity — he was without wings, feathers, and couldn’t fly. His wand and woot lay beside him. He awoke within a sarcophagus — a white-stone sarcophagus which opened afore, and it was within an open-air sepulchre — a flying, aerial, bird-shaped sepulchre with wide wings and fat feathers. The sepulchre floated upon a land — an air-land, which was an air-islet which was winged and feathered as it stayed alone, suspended on the air, and was moving. Standing in the sepulchre, in a circle around HarryAir in the sarcophagus, with hands holding wands, feet holding woots, wings whipping, feathers flurrying, and flying all around, were several air-wizards and air-witchers who stayed silent, and these ones were air-human air-men or feather-men-and-wing-men, sky-men, feather-men, wing-men, fly-men, and the human-airhuman-men; as well as the a-air-human or atypical air-human — bird-men, tillandsia-men, cladosporium-men, aero-cocci-men, aircraft-men, diamond-men, platinum-men, and white-men. These air-wizards and air-witchers were all also air-aurors. HarryAir was just from undergoing a cleansing cult which stripped him of his airhumanity, as he was being simply a man, a wizard and a witcher. The air-aurors performed this cleansing cult upon him to cleanse and purify him from his past polluted self. He was now to undergo a rebirth ritual which was to grant him back his airhumanity, as he was being born back again as a new airman, airwizard and airwitcher. HarryAir in the sarcophagus simply stared at the air-wizards and air-witchers . . ., and he suddenly saw an illuminated airy — and the airy form took shape, and he saw it as the most beautiful of beings he had ever seen. It was almost transparent, whitish, very small, with large and long feathered wings, and also butterfly-like, or maybe moth-like, and in pastel colours. It had hawk-like eyes, and an angular face, and wore a white and wind-wrecked gown. HarryAir thought it looked like a fairy or a cherub or an elf. He then thought it also looked like a cloud. The air-wizards and air-witchers stayed unperturbed by the creature. The creature flew at HarryAir, and stopped before him, hovering in the air, and spoke to him in an otherworldly voice. “I am a sylph, and I am the sylph,” it spoke, “I am Sylphie the Sylph,” it stopped. “You are an air-wizard and an air-witcher, and you are the air-wizard and the air-witcher,” it started back, “you are HarryAir PotterAir, the AirWizard and the AirWitcher.” HarryAir simply stared at the creature, clearly confused. “You are HarryAir PotterAir, the AirWizard and the AirWitcher,” the Sylph said same as it started spinning, and it slowly spun and spiralled around HarryAir as it spoke in a serenade to him. HarryAir then saw the piercing and expecting stare of the sylph who stopped moving and stood above him, and he then struggled to speak, “I . . ., I . . .” “Be quick to speak.” The Sylph said slightly strict. “I am a sylph as I said, and you are an air-wizard and an air-witcher,” and it shouted, “SAY WHO YOU ARE.” “I . . ., I . . ., I am HarryAir PotterAir, the AirWizard and the AirWitcher.” HarryAir said to satisfy the sylph. The sylph evidently satisfied by this, brought its right hand forward, and a knobbly stick appeared on its opened palm. The sylph then raised the stick and pointed it at HarryAir, and spoke a spell, “transformaro ille humanus de ille aere!” and the stick’s spherical tip lit up white and shone, and a white, pearly sparkle emerge out of it and shot at HarryAir and spread all over him. “Revelo suus ala!” the Sylph said again as the stick stayed pointed at HarryAir, and a white spark emerged out of it and shot at HarryAir, and entered him as he jerked, and immediately a pair of white, wide wings suddenly and gradually emerged out of his upper back’s middle. HarryAir speechless and anguished felt the spark as a stab, and felt the coming out of the wings as a piercing on his skin. “Revelo suus pluma!” the Sylph immediately said, and another white spark emerged out of the stick and shot at HarryAir, and entered him as he jerked again, and immediately white, little, flurry feathers suddenly grew out of his skin and covered his whole body except his neck and face, and forearms and hands, and forelegs and feet, and HarryAir saw the feathers as clothes on him. Speechless and anguished once more, he felt the spark as a stab, and felt the coming out of the feathers as pricking on his skin. “Facere ille volare ab hoc suus ala!” the Sylph said again, and another white spark emerged out of the stick, shot at HarryAir, entered him, and he jerked again, and immediately his wings waved, his feathers flapped, and then he rose up from the sarcophagus, and out of it, and up in the air, as the wings and feathers flew him all around. As his wings and feathers flew him, he suddenly felt euphoric, ecstatic and elated, as he felt the flight sooth the pains in him and on him. The pearly sparkle also slowly dissipated off him. “I have finished revealing your airhumanity.” The Sylph said to HarryAir. “This is you, HarryAir PotterAir, the AirWizard and the AirWitcher. This is the true you, and this is your true self in your airhumanity — with wings, feathers, and flying.” HarryAir in mild flight, looked at the sylph as it said, and as it stopped, he examined and appreciated and appraised his feathers and wings, and enjoyed his flight. “This is me, and this is the true me, and this is my true self in my airhumanity — with my wings, my feathers, and me flying.” He said finally finding his voice, and satisfied of his self. The sylph lightly smiled at HarryAir as it watched him say this, and the air-wizards and air-witchers who stayed silent the whole time watching, all nodded in agreement and satisfaction. The sylph, with its stick no longer pointing at HarryAir, said another spell again. “Facere venire ille avis,” and another spark emerged out of the stick, shot up, and whirled and whirled, until a white coop shot out of it, and the sylph was quick to catch it, and the spark faded away. HarryAir saw the circular coop containing a little, young, snowy-white and wiry bird with beautiful beaming eyes, which looked alert, and was widely agitated — an owl it was which looked like Hedwig, his deceased bird. The bird chirped, and chirped more when it spotted HarryAir, as if it had known him, and it began kicking on the coop’s bars. “This is a bird, and this is the bird,” the Sylph said as it stared at the owl, “the bird of HarryAir PotterAir. It is to be your companion to replace your former companion bird, Hedwig.” HarryAir stared at the bird, deciding that he already loved it. “I shall name him Birdie.” He decided. “He shall be my new companion.” The sylph stretched the coop to HarryAir, and HarryAir flew and took it, and as he held it and stared at the bird, the bird stared back happy and approving of him. The bird spoke in its chirping voice to HarryAir, and HarryAir heard what words it was saying, as it acknowledged him as his new owner. HarryAir and Birdie played for some time as the sylph watched them, and the sylph then brought back its right hand, and brought forward its left hand which lit up white and shone sparklingly, and it said a spell, “apparero ille petro aero!” and a white, spherical stone appeared on its opened palm, and he stretched it towards HarryAir who was watching. HarryAir stretched his other empty hand and took the stone and saw it spherical and white, and it looked like an ancient artifact. The stone was platinum-white, and it was covered with metallic feathers, and had a pair of short metallic wings sprouting out of its sides. “This is the Airstone.” The Sylph said. “It is the stone of the air world — Airia, and the air-wizarding and air-witching world — AirWizardia and AirWitchia. It contains the air element and its essence, its existence, and airies. It is the airstone to help you. It shall help you in time to come when you shall need its help.” HarryAir understood nothing of what the sylph said, and simply said, “ok,” though he saw the tense stares of the air-aurors. The sylph then flew away, and higher in the air, and at the clouds in which it enveloped itself, and in the airwaves, and in the winds; and as it soared up and swooped down, it called to HarryAir, “HarryAir PotterAir, you are an air-wizard and an air-witcher. You are the air-wizard and the air-witcher,” and it flew off as its voice receded, and soon none of it could be seen as it became one with the clouds. “You are HarryAir PotterAir, the AirWizard and the AirWitcher,” the Sylph said as it appeared again, and after disappeared. “You are HarryAir PotterAir, the AirWizard and the AirWitcher,” the Sylph said as it appeared one more time, and after disappeared. “You are HARRYAIR POTTERAIR!” The sylph’s voice was heard to say in melancholia. “HARRYAIR POTTERAIR!” And no more was heard of it. The air-aurors then flew at HarryAir and surrounded him, and all staring and scrutinizing him and the Airstone he held. Before him was their leader, their Chief, and also the eldest of them, a tall and thin man, with a vast pair of white wings protruding from his back, and white fat feathers covering his body, and with white silvery hair and beard, and a white robe, white cloak, and white, high-heeled buckled boots. “HarryAir PotterAir, you are now cleansed, and reborn, and free of all past impurities which polluted you,” the man spoke in a grave voice. “Yes, I am sir,” HarryAir replied. “You are now a pure and purified person,” one air-wizard airman said. “And you can now perform your air-auroring efficiently and unencumbered,” one air-witcher skyman said. “This was your last put-through before your being an air-auror,” one other air-wizard airman said, “you are now fit to become an air-auror, and you are steps closer to become finally an attested air-auror.” “How are you feeling HarryAir?” the Chief asked as he and the other air-wizards and air-witchers stared searchingly at HarryAir. “I am feeling the best I could feel sir,” HarryAir answered as he believed he felt himself so. “Keep that well, you should,” the Chief said to HarryAir gesturing at the airstone, “it means much more than we can guess or know.” “Yes sir,” HarryAir said as he stared back at the Airstone in his hand as he saw the other air-aurors stare inquiringly at it too. “It is time to leave,” the Chief announced, “we should see ourselves to the AirMaxistry to finalize your air-auror training, and see you an attested air-auror.” “Yes,” HarryAir said, and after thought he forgot something, and then he remembered and flew to the sarcophagus and picked up his wand and woot. HarryAir after flew at the others whom he saw still staring at him as if to assure themselves he was ok, and then they nodded at him when their stares collided, and then a popping sound could be heard as others followed as they all disapparated one after the other, and HarryAir did same.