Mystical Bookmark

Remember the pastel bookmark of my last post? Well I replaced that one with this watercolour one because the pastel one wouldnt serve as a good bookmark as it was staining the pages even though I sprayed it twice with fixative. 

Also it would really make me happy if you visited my fb page: https://fb.me/humera.h.art

Its a relatively new page. Over there I’ve posted a video of me painting this bookmark. Please do check it out.

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Scenery Painting

This is the fist painting that I did not dedicate the time I usualy do to my paintings. I am sort of a slow and steady worker, giving as much time to an artwork as is needed to make it look awesome. In this one I tried to speed myself up, ( a very risky thing for me ), but it somehow pulled off. It has many flaws but it did not turn out to be the disaster I expected it to be.

More Coming Soon

Wow. Its been an year since I last posted. Just goes to show how busy a person can get. I have’nt written much in the past year either except for my university assignmnets…. But i doubt you’d like to read those. I have done a lot of artwork however, developed my watercolour and sketching skills and a few months ago while trying different mediums I grew an affinity for chalk pastels so lets see how that goes. Well anyways, this post is to spread the message that InshaAlah during these vacations there’ll be new posts on this blog and I hope you all like them . 

Looking forward to all your views. Till then, have a good day. 🙂

FWW – Story # 1

First Wizarding War (1970-1981)

1974

“Mum, where’s Papa? Why int he home yet? He had to read me story.”, Bill asked his mother who was tucking him and his little brother in bed.
“Oh sweetie. Papas probably very busy at work. He can’t read to you today. But tell me which book you wanted him to read and I’ll read it for my little darling “, Molly said, bending down and kissing his forehead.
Young Bill frowned his cute little frown and said, “But it didn’t say work.”
“what?”, Molly asked, confused as to what her child was referring to.
“The clock. Papas finger wasn’t on work.”
Molly paused for a second and then relaxed. “Oh then it must be on *travelling* then. That means he is on his way home.”
“No”
” No? What do you mean no?”
“it was on.. mm..mmurtal per.. pereel. Murtal pereel!”, Bill told her, struggling with pronouncing the strange words.
Molly froze, fear etched on her face.
“Mum? Mum? Whats mur.. murtal pereel?”
Molly gazed at him for a second, wide-eyed, not seeing him before turning away and hurryingly quickly out of the door without a word.
“MUM! “, Bill called after the quickly retreating figure of his mother.
He squirmed out of his bed, grabbed his favorite book from the shelf and followed his mother downstairs in his pajamas. Searching around, he found her staring at the clock, her body trembling and eyes wide, wand clutched in hand.

Molly was terrified. So much so that she didn’t feel her robes being tugged by her eldest son until he shouted ‘MUM’ with an extra hard tug. She looked down and saw her 4 year old looking at her with his beautiful brown eyes , Arthurs eyes, impatient to speak. She drew a breath and tried to calm herself. She had to be strong. Arthur was going to be okay. He had to be okay. Still she couldn’t help looking back at the clock, hoping that the finger had turned to *travelling*, but there was no such luck. She turned to her elder son, picked him up and seated herself on the sofa opposite the clock so she could keep an eye on it.
“What is it? “, Molly asked , glancing at the clock once more.
“You had to read me story.” , he said, handing her the book.
“Only if you promise to go to sleep right after.”
“Promise!”
” Lie down here and put your head on my lap ” , she instructed, patting the sofa. She glanced at the clock once more, bit her lip, shook her head and started reading.
Molly: ” The Wizard and the Hopping Pot
‘There was once a kindly old wizard who used his magic generously and wisely for the benefit of his neighbors. Rather than reveal the true source of his power, he pretended that his potions, charms and antidotes sprang ready-made from the little cauldron he called his lucky cooking pot. From miles around people came to him with their troubles, and the wizard was pleased to give his pot a stir and put things right. This well-beloved wizard lived to a goodly age, then died, leaving all his chattels to his only son. This son was of a very different disposition to his gentle father. Those who could not work magic were, to the son’s mind, worthless, and he had often quarreled with his father’s habit of dispensing magical aid to their neighbors.’ ”
Bill snuggled deeper, his eyes heavy lidded with sleep but his curiosity forcing them to remain open or try too. Molly glanced at the clock again. There was still no change. The dread that she had tried to keep at bay so long , started to resurface. She gulped, took a deep breath, and continued with the story.
” ‘Upon the father’s death, the son found hidden inside the old cooking pot a small package bearing his name. He opened it, hoping for gold, but found instead a soft, thick slipper, much too small to wear, and with no pair. A fragment of parchment within the slipper bore the words “In the fond hope, my son, that you will never need it.” The son cursed his father’s age-softened mind, then threw the slipper back into the cauldron, resolving to use it henceforth as a rubbish pail. That very night a peasant woman knocked on the front door. “My granddaughter is afflicted by a crop of warts, sir,” she told him. “Your father used to mix a special poultice in that old cooking pot –” “Begone!” cried the son. “What care I for your brat’s warts?” ‘ ”
Molly heard a slight snore. She looked down to see her son fast asleep. She brushed the hair from his forehead, lifted his head from her lap, got up, placed his head gently on a cushion, and covered him up.
She looked back at the clock, her dread building up, went out to check for any sign for her husbands return, came back in, paced around, went up to check on Charlie but rushed back down, not wanting to take her eyes off of from the clock. She finally picked up some knitting and seated herself , trying to keep herself busy and the negative thoughts at bay. She would occasionally glance up at the clock or check outside, her ears strained for any noise of him apparating back, but all was quiet.
She was starting to panic and thinking of floo-calling someone – anyone for details or updates when she heard a loud crack and a moment later, knocking on the door. She jumped up, rushing to the door and flinging it wide open to find Arthur supporting a wounded man. She gazed in alarm at the half burnt woman, and hurried to make space on another sofa. On close inspection, Molly recognized him as Auror Joseph .
Amelia : ” so sorry Molly for the inconvenience… “, she grimaced as Arthur lay her down gently on the sofa.
“Oh shush Joseph. Its not a problem.”, Molly said as she bent down and started healing the injuries. She had shot a questioning glance at Arthur but he had shook his head and left them, limping towards his room, giving them privacy.
By the time Molly was done, Amelia had fallen into an uncomfortable sleep. She covered her up, bolted the door, snuffed out the lights and tiptoed towards her room.
Arthur was relaxing on the bed, looking so weary, it pained her to see her once so energetic husband like this. She sat down beside him and for a moment they sat in silence holding hands.
Arthur: “It was those damned Death Eaters again. Joseph, I and a few other ministry workers were working together on a project when we heard urgent summons for help but most of the Aurors were out on work. We went with Rufus and …Molly “,he shuddered, “..Molly it was a massacre! So many muggles dead on the ground and those maniacs! They were prancing around everywhere, shooting skulls out of their wands, killing and maiming everyone on their way. It was horrible Molly. I don’t know what the muggles are going to think of this one. Blood, bodies, collapsing building everywhere! So much so that there wasn’t any solid ground to walk on!”, Arthur trembled and Molly rubbed his back trying to calm him down while at the same moment feeling both angry and horrified.
Arthur continued. ” There were only a few of them but they had wrecked utter havoc. We engaged them in a fight but it was a hard-won victory, hardly a victory.” He rubbed his eyes, hoping to erase the horrific visions from his mind.
” Zephania and Elisa.. they were killed. You wouldn’t know them, they were Rufus’ colleagues, fresh Aurors, my juniors and I, I couldn’t protect them. I couldn’t protect them Molly! “, he wailed, great sobs wracking his body.
“I couldn’t protect them.” Molly felt helpless. She had never seen Arthur like this.
They had just gotten married Molly! 3 months ago. I remember. They were so happy. Just yesterday Elisa told me she was expecting a child. “, tears streaked down Arthurs face as he recounted all the grim details. He didn’t want to, but Molly had to know, everyone had to know.
“I’m going to kill them, Molly ! For Elisa, for Zephania, for everyone whose died in these idiotic killings, be it muggles or wizards. Its no small thing anymore. Their numbers are growing and their attacks are increasing. No ones safe. Not wizards, not muggles. Who knows what they’re going to do next. We have to be prepared. Dumbledore sent us all a message. We are to group together and fight back before they gain momentum. Its war now.”

A Furry Little Problem

Lily : hi. Wanna go out for a walk. Its a full moon. Everything looks so beautiful

James : as much as id love to, i cant, im really sorry love.

Lily : … i didnt say we go out without remus.

James gave her an alarmed quizzical glance

Lily : and i suppose peter and sirius will be there too, wont they?

All 3 marauders froze.

Lily : well then? Am i coming along or what?

Sirius : exactly how much do you know lily?

Lily : oh all i know is that on every full moon remus falls *ill* and dissapears, you three seem to be even more excited with remus not there planning outings or ehatever, and every night of the fill moon you three sneak out at night, and everytime you do the fat lady is complaining , in fact she was just talking to me about it a few days ago and how annoyed she was with your monthly *nighttime wanderings* .

James: so you know about remus’s furry little problem?

Lily : Oh is that what you call it? Nice name. Yes i do know. Ive known for a long time. Ever since we studied about wereeolves in class actually but i wanted to keep remus’s privacy so i didnt say anything.

James : but you still cant come

Lily : why? Why not?

James : because its dangerous for you

Lily: and it isnt for you?

Sirius: no it isnt actually. We take certain… precautions.

Lily : like what? Tell me. Dont you trust me by now?

James: remus wouldnt like it lily. Please. Dont ask this of us. Youd be risking your life.

Lily: fine. I wont come today on one condition.

Sirius: name it and its done

Lily : you tell me what precaution you take against remus’ furry little problem?

The boys glanced uneasily at each other. Finally

James: you promise you wont tell anyone? Not even sniv-snape?

Lily: stop calling him that. Besides i stopped talking to him months ago. And no i wont tell anyone. I kept remus’ secret , didnt i?

James nodded and whispered something into her ear. She turned and looked at them all in surprise.

Lily: All of you?!

Sirius nodded.

James: remus would be waiting. Lets go. Night lily.

Sirius / peter : Night .

Lily waved them goodbye that night.

Next year , on the first full moon since school started , a doe joined the prowling group of stag dog wolf and rat in the Forbidden Forest.

Lily and the Marauders Map

Lily walking into the common room late at night and seeing the boys clustered around the hearth muttering something.

Lily : “Hi guys . Whats up? “

All of them look up guiltily.
Sirius mutters something under his breath tapping a parchment

James : “hi lily . We uhhh .. were just practicing some magic. Nothing much.”

Lily: “oh. Lets see then..”

All of them immediately get up.
Sirius shoves the parchment into his pocket. Peter and remus bend down to pick up some other parchments and quickly stuff them in the bag.

James: “no no.. its nothing.. just a fail . You should goto sleep.”

Lily raised her eyebrows.
Lily : “you failed at a spell? Oh well i get that , you are pretty dumbheaded after all but i dont expect remus  to fail at any spell.”
She smiles charmingly at remus.
Lily : “can’t you just show me a sneak peek?”

Remus :” uhhh” ( looks at james helplessly while sirius tries to tiptoe away )

“oh well” lily sighs in defeat, picking up her bag , “im going to sleep, you people should too”

All four sigh in obvious relief.

James , smiling brightly : “of course we were just going.”

Sirius :” see u later, lily . “

Lily started towards the girls dormitory. Suddenly she turned back towards the group of boys who were silently thanking God for their narrow escape, pointed her wand at sirius and shouted * Accio parchment *

As the map zoomed out of sirius pocket and into her hands , the boys gazed dumbfounded for a split second before giving chase to her.

Well it was mostly sirius and james doing the chasing, remus had sighed and sat down in defeat while peter was watching the amusing by play.
Lily had ran partly up the girls staircase and sirius managed to climb halfway after her, before the stairs became a slide, and he went tumbling down into james , who was gazing helpless up at lily.

Lily turning the parchment over her hand and was surprised.
Lily : “what is this? Its blank”

Sirius (eagerly) :” yes yes. Its blank. We told you its a fail. It didnt work. Now can you give it back.”

Lily: “what if i tap it with my wand like you were doing it. “
She raises her wand, and everyone flees.. or tries too.
“Hold it right there boys . You too peter. I want you all here.”

The boys stand stock still .
She taps on the parchment saying *revelio*
Immediately writing starts appearing and she reads it out loud

*Messrs Moony Wormtail Padfoot and Prongs would like to invite Ms Evans into their humble abode, but are highly dissapointed in Ms Evans and take it as an insult to their intelligence  if she thinks such a  simple spell could ever work on this master piece .*

Lily : “huh” – she glares at the four boys from above the parchment  who are all very interested in something on the floor it seems

*Mr Moony would like to add that he did not expect this of such a bright and vivacious girl who he also thinks is an amazing witch. Mr moony hopes that Ms Evans would give a bit more thought to this parchment then such a simple revealing charm.*

Remus’s face palm cracked throughout the room, surprising Lily who looked up to see remus hurrying away towards the boys dormitory his hands covering his face.

Lily : “is mr moony remus by any chance?” ( she asks the boys )

Sirius and james shrug still looking away from her but peter gives a slight nod before realising his mistake , covering his mouth and shaking his head in denial.

Lily : “i seeee”
(She continues reading out aloud)

*Mr Wormtail would like to say that Ms Evans is the prettiest red head hes ever seen, even though he never expected red heads to be pretty, and would like to thank her for being so very kind to him*

She looks up from the parchment to  see Peter scurrying away in Remus’s wake .

Lily : ” that was very sweet peter. Thank you ! ” she yelled at his retreating back , which seemed to slouch even more before dissapearing away hurriedly.
Meanwhile sirius and james were exchanging secretive glances before turning to look at lily with all expressions wiped clean

Lily: “lets see what you guys have to say.”

For those observing closely, a slight pink tinge could be seen on james cheek however his expression was just as blank as Sirius

(She continues reading out aloud)
*Mr Padfoot is gravely upset that Ms Evans didnt realise that simple charms like these dont work on genius minds like him. Mr Padfoot also agrees wholeheartedly with Mr Moony and  Wormtail and would like to tell Ms Evans she is very fun to hang around with and would she please give more time to such an amazing piece of work. He also wishes Mr Prong the bestest of luck and sincerely hopes he survives! *

Lily looks over the parchment to find both boys staring at her as if they had no idea who in the world Mr prongs or padfoot could be.

Lily : ” out with it, you two. Whos Padfoot , whos prongs? “

James : (talking as if lily wasnt there reading out from his part-invention) “you know  sirius , this paper is too talkative.”
Sirius : “yeah look at its gall.”
James : “its also very full of itself.”

Lily:
(She continues reading out aloud)

*Messrs Padfoot and Prongs would like to remind Messrs Padfoot and Prongs that they were the ones who made this little wonder and that they too are quite full of themselves*

lily: ” Haha . It got you right on the spot ” ( with tears of mirth in her eyes  )

James and sirius glared at the map speechless.

Lily :
(She continues reading out aloud)

* Mr Prongs would like to tell the beautiful Ms Evans that she is the prettiest girl in school and would she like to go out with him? *

James was blushing a deep red and seemed to be sinking on the spot while sirius was watching him with an amused expression.

Lily : ” is that all you have to say Mr Prongs ? “
James shuffled his feet , still looking down .

Lily: ” Oh well. ” she muttered something and tapped the parchment.
         ” Here you go “, she said, throwing the parchment towards james.
         ” This is a really ingenious piece of work. Let me have it next time so i can crack its code. ‘Night. “
And she headed into the girls dormitory, her back shaking with suppressed laughter.

James plopped down on the sofa , opened the parchment and bolt straight up, looking at it in disbelief.

There on the blank parchment was written

* Ms Evans asks Mr Prongs , would Friday evening do? *