SMHC deleted scene
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averygoodun42"Hermione," Minerva said thoughtfully, "do you believe that a mere paradoxical reaction could create such power?"
"Er," Hermione hesitated. She hadn't thought about her little temper tantrum as anything but the Dreamless Sleep Draught backfiring. "I hadn't thought about it," she replied honestly.
It was obvious Minerva was trying to refrain from rolling her eyes. "I expected better of you, Miss Granger," she said sternly, though it was clear she was teasing. "Judging by your Potions' scores, I would have thought you'd know the limits of a paradoxical reaction."
Hermione shrugged, slightly embarrassed, though very interested. "My mind has been otherwise occupied."
Minerva chuckled, though her gaze was rather watery. "Of course, dear."
"So, if it wasn't the potion, what was it?"
"Have you ever heard of the Force?"
Hermione snickered. "Of course I have. You'd have to be a pure-blood not to!"
Minerva looked shocked and a little offended. "Really? I rather thought only a few people knew about it."
Hermione sobered, though she still had the urge to laugh, especially as she envisioned Professor McGonagall standing before her saying, "Use the force, young Granger." Shaking the image away, she thought quickly.
"Well, maybe it's a different Force. The force I know is from a Muggle movie series, so it's very possible that we're talking about two different subjects."
Minerva nodded in understanding, the puzzled look dissipating. "Of course. I wouldn't be surprised if the Muggle version is based upon lore of the real Force, much like how they mythicized unicorns and other magical creatures."
Hermione nodded.
"When I was very little, my father told me about the Force, explaining that very few witches or wizards ever learn to harness it, and of those few, only a fraction of them ever learn to control it. It was one of his realms of study, you see. At that time he was fascinated with how intertwined life and death are, and the Force, well, as he said, 'there is no death; there is the force.'" Minerva sighed slightly, a distant look in her eyes, then snapped back to attention.
"I'm sorry for getting off track. The Force is an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us, penetrates us and binds the universe together. My father explained how some ancient scholars thought of the Force as a sentient entity, almost like an Earth God, while others were more inclined to think of it as a tool to be manipulated for their use.
"It can only be harnessed by a minority of wizards who are described as "Force-sensitive." These wizards are usually surrounded by 'midi-chlorians,' microorganisms that are akin to an aura. The more midi-chlorians, the greater the person's Force ability. These witches and wizards are able to tap into the Force to perform acts of great skill and control its various embodying powers."
Hermione stared wordlessly at Minerva, hoping that the older witch was simply joking, even though the professor showed all the signs of being sincere. Her disbelief must have shown, for Minerva paused and asked, "Are you all right, dear?"
"Oh, I'm just wondering if you're going to tell me about the light and dark side of the Force, warning me how easy it is to be seduced into the dark side by fear, hatred and love of power."
Minerva looked shocked again. "How did you know?"
If McGonagall's face hadn't been so sincere, Hermione would have been certain she was the brunt of a joke, but as it was, there were certain aspects of the story that didn't add up. One being that Minerva McGonagall would have been told this tale about twenty years before George Lucas was born.
"That's the premise of that Muggle movie I mentioned, almost word for word."
"You mean that Muggles know all about the Force?"
"Er, yes," Hermione said apologetically. "Star Wars was very, very popular."
"Star Wars?" Minerva asked faintly, though it seemed more to herself. "That sounds familiar."
"Er, well, I imagine you've heard students quoting lines from it at one time or another. It's been re-released and a new movie has just come out. I went to see it over the summer hols, though I was really disappointed in it. I think Lucas lost either his focus or directing ability over the years."
"George Lucas?" Minerva asked, her attention suddenly focused on Hermione.
Hermione nodded her head slowly, and Minerva narrowed her eyes, staring through Hermione with a crafty look.
"Ooh, that man is going to pay," she muttered so quietly Hermione almost didn't hear her.
"Pardon?" Hermione asked, rather alarmed at the dangerous glitter in her mentor's eye.
Minerva started and looked at Hermione as if she'd forgotten she was there.
"Nothing, dear. Well, anyway, it seems you have the same gift my father had. I sincerely hope you use it for the betterment of our society, rather than for selfish reasons."
"The Force... it really exists?" Hermione asked disbelievingly.
"Knowing my father, I should have guessed he would make up a tale for me, however, whether or not it is called that and has those particulars, I do believe you have a power most of us do not possess."
Hermione furrowed her brow. The thought running through her mind was that Minerva had to be wrong. She knew she was intelligent and had a knack for learning, but to be one with the Force? She stifled another giggle.
AN: I hope you'll forgive the mixing up of dates. Star Wars I was actually released in 1999... And no, the chapter isn't coming along. It just doesn't want to be written. *grumbles*
"Er," Hermione hesitated. She hadn't thought about her little temper tantrum as anything but the Dreamless Sleep Draught backfiring. "I hadn't thought about it," she replied honestly.
It was obvious Minerva was trying to refrain from rolling her eyes. "I expected better of you, Miss Granger," she said sternly, though it was clear she was teasing. "Judging by your Potions' scores, I would have thought you'd know the limits of a paradoxical reaction."
Hermione shrugged, slightly embarrassed, though very interested. "My mind has been otherwise occupied."
Minerva chuckled, though her gaze was rather watery. "Of course, dear."
"So, if it wasn't the potion, what was it?"
"Have you ever heard of the Force?"
Hermione snickered. "Of course I have. You'd have to be a pure-blood not to!"
Minerva looked shocked and a little offended. "Really? I rather thought only a few people knew about it."
Hermione sobered, though she still had the urge to laugh, especially as she envisioned Professor McGonagall standing before her saying, "Use the force, young Granger." Shaking the image away, she thought quickly.
"Well, maybe it's a different Force. The force I know is from a Muggle movie series, so it's very possible that we're talking about two different subjects."
Minerva nodded in understanding, the puzzled look dissipating. "Of course. I wouldn't be surprised if the Muggle version is based upon lore of the real Force, much like how they mythicized unicorns and other magical creatures."
Hermione nodded.
"When I was very little, my father told me about the Force, explaining that very few witches or wizards ever learn to harness it, and of those few, only a fraction of them ever learn to control it. It was one of his realms of study, you see. At that time he was fascinated with how intertwined life and death are, and the Force, well, as he said, 'there is no death; there is the force.'" Minerva sighed slightly, a distant look in her eyes, then snapped back to attention.
"I'm sorry for getting off track. The Force is an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us, penetrates us and binds the universe together. My father explained how some ancient scholars thought of the Force as a sentient entity, almost like an Earth God, while others were more inclined to think of it as a tool to be manipulated for their use.
"It can only be harnessed by a minority of wizards who are described as "Force-sensitive." These wizards are usually surrounded by 'midi-chlorians,' microorganisms that are akin to an aura. The more midi-chlorians, the greater the person's Force ability. These witches and wizards are able to tap into the Force to perform acts of great skill and control its various embodying powers."
Hermione stared wordlessly at Minerva, hoping that the older witch was simply joking, even though the professor showed all the signs of being sincere. Her disbelief must have shown, for Minerva paused and asked, "Are you all right, dear?"
"Oh, I'm just wondering if you're going to tell me about the light and dark side of the Force, warning me how easy it is to be seduced into the dark side by fear, hatred and love of power."
Minerva looked shocked again. "How did you know?"
If McGonagall's face hadn't been so sincere, Hermione would have been certain she was the brunt of a joke, but as it was, there were certain aspects of the story that didn't add up. One being that Minerva McGonagall would have been told this tale about twenty years before George Lucas was born.
"That's the premise of that Muggle movie I mentioned, almost word for word."
"You mean that Muggles know all about the Force?"
"Er, yes," Hermione said apologetically. "Star Wars was very, very popular."
"Star Wars?" Minerva asked faintly, though it seemed more to herself. "That sounds familiar."
"Er, well, I imagine you've heard students quoting lines from it at one time or another. It's been re-released and a new movie has just come out. I went to see it over the summer hols, though I was really disappointed in it. I think Lucas lost either his focus or directing ability over the years."
"George Lucas?" Minerva asked, her attention suddenly focused on Hermione.
Hermione nodded her head slowly, and Minerva narrowed her eyes, staring through Hermione with a crafty look.
"Ooh, that man is going to pay," she muttered so quietly Hermione almost didn't hear her.
"Pardon?" Hermione asked, rather alarmed at the dangerous glitter in her mentor's eye.
Minerva started and looked at Hermione as if she'd forgotten she was there.
"Nothing, dear. Well, anyway, it seems you have the same gift my father had. I sincerely hope you use it for the betterment of our society, rather than for selfish reasons."
"The Force... it really exists?" Hermione asked disbelievingly.
"Knowing my father, I should have guessed he would make up a tale for me, however, whether or not it is called that and has those particulars, I do believe you have a power most of us do not possess."
Hermione furrowed her brow. The thought running through her mind was that Minerva had to be wrong. She knew she was intelligent and had a knack for learning, but to be one with the Force? She stifled another giggle.
AN: I hope you'll forgive the mixing up of dates. Star Wars I was actually released in 1999... And no, the chapter isn't coming along. It just doesn't want to be written. *grumbles*
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Date: 2006-05-28 03:27 pm (UTC)Midichlorians killed me ;D
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Date: 2006-05-30 09:55 pm (UTC)*sigh* *tries harder*
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Date: 2006-05-28 04:44 pm (UTC)Giggle-snort!
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Date: 2006-05-28 07:02 pm (UTC)Hee hee! This was awesome!
*continues to giggle as she goes to work*
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