Prophecies 4: Derived from the past
Dear Mr. Potter
Your presence is requested at
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
“Wonder what I did?” Harry said to no one in particular as he read the note. Then looked at his watch 7:20.
“Who’s it from?” asked Mark as he looked up from his Transfiguration essay he was writing.
It had been 3 months since her death… long and straining months of studying…studying and Studying. However, the events of the day did not revisit him at night the way he thought they would…He longer had unexplained feelings of anger and giddiness. It was almost if Voldemort was blocking him, severing the tie that bound them together…His lack of information was disconcerting to say the least. He expressed to the other’s and their answers were discontenting as well, isn’t it a good thing that the scar isn’t bother you…won’t it mean he’s not doing any killings.
There were other things bother he as well. The arrival of two new professor’s Liam McGillis had taken over for History of Magic. His rumored to be sister Lobellia McGillis as Ancient Runes and Defense Against Dark Art…the Reinstatement of Professor Lupin was one meet with both joy and shock as Remus had told Harry three years earlier he couldn’t risk hurting someone, Obviously thing had changed. As for the other two, he couldn’t be sure what to think of them. At 5 ft 9in with shoulder length curly black hair and large almond shaped deep violet eyes, pale white skin with a tinge of pink, long thin nose and small pink lips. Bella as she insisted everyone call her was a extremely perplexing teacher, Harry though loyal to Remus both dreaded and loved the time he spent with her…She was constantly questioning what he did…was there more, could it be done better. Her brother was no better as his knowledge of History of Magic was both accurate and unnerving to the point were the man knew any and everything about things from the past and expected his pupils to know as much as himself at 6 ft 2 in , with short black hair and violet blue eyes, the mans had manners about as nice as Snape’s. The other thing that perplexed him was the Arrival of a transfer student by the name of Regina Sinclair…She was from Drumstag and was sorted into Slytherin…She felt so familiar yet he had never meet her before in his life. She was a very pretty girl around 5 ft 6 in. in height with short curly black hair, small upturned nose, pale milk white skin, full blood red lips, but it was her eyes that affected him the most…Large, oval shaped and black as night…that seemed to read right into one’s soul. He remember the first time they spoke…It had been the 3rd potions class and she had come over to his group, looked him square in the eye and asked in a smooth voice
“Does it still hurt?” She asked
pointing at his scar. Before he could respond
“What do you care?” He said sarcastically…
“How’s your Mummy…Dudders…” She hissed before turning and walking away, not before she cast a glance at Harry a look of…regret…now what would she regret…he spent the rest of the class thinking about that like…Why would a student from Drumstag and now Slytherin feel regret.
Amongst other things
The D.A. was back on, with 20 new members this year. Remus had given him his classroom to use. Mark were adjusting well to Hogwarts life…and It seemed he was determined to take over Fred and George’s old position as Troublemaker-in-Chief. The amount of Slytherin’s sent to the Hospital on a weekly basis was astounding. No less then 15 a week if Harry had guessed and there were more times then he could count that he’d go to use his Invisibility cloak only to find it missing with a note at the bottom of his trunk. Telling him when it would be returned and was there anyone, he wanted pranked. Harry had taken to Disillusioning himself on a regular basis. Now he sat there and read the note as if waiting for the reason to jump out at him.
“The headmaster…maybe he found out about the Dungbombs?” Harry said as he looked at Mark with a grin on his face…Two days earlier…someone had gotten into the Slytherin Commons room and dropped 10 crates of dungbombs to explode at 8:00 pm which resulted in the clearance for the last two days as Mr. Filch had to clean and decontaminate the mess. Needless to say a little bird had mentioned it to him in passing and to be sure to be no where near that place and make sure he was surrounded by friends. The whole of Slytherin house had to spend the last two nights in the Great Hall as the stench could be smelled through out the castle.
“Naw…I doubt.” Mark said offhandedly. Ron, Dean, Seamus, Ginny, and Lavender looked up and busted out laughing.
“You are going to get him expelled if you keep this up...” Lav said after the laughter died down.
“Hey he lasted this long.... and he was here with all of you...The headmaster has no proof....” Mark said with a shake of his head.
“Hey who knows, maybe Dumbledore has some good news for a change.” Harry said trying to lightening the mood.
“Ya, about as likely as Malfoy not becoming a Deatheater...” Ron said sarcastically...causing another round of laughter. Harry stood up and looked at Mark.
“If the word Dung or Bomb coming up in the course of this meeting...Don’t think I’m going to defend you got it...The dungeons reek like hell and we had Dbl potions...See Ya.” Harry said as he turned briskly and walked out of the common room. He walked the halls slowly taking slow deep breaths lost in thought. Everywhere he went was a constant reminder of her. He walked slowly savoring the memories. By the time, he was in front of the large griffin he had 5 minutes to spare.
“Almond Joy...what’s with him and muggle candy?” He said aloud the Large bird jumped aside and the stairs began to move but not before he heard a high pitched voice say haughtily.
“Because he’s weird that’s why...” The voice said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Too tempted to see the Headmaster Harry did not bother figuring out whom or what had said that, but most certainly agreed as the stairs stopped and he knocked on the oak door. The door opened immediately and Harry could hear the voices. The door swung open and he looked around…the same spindly table sat with all the silver instruments on it. The portraits were all wake talking to everyone. Remus sat in a chair across from headmaster Dumbledore both looked and smiled.
“Harry come sit and don’t worry, it has nothing to do with a certain dungbomb incident…however might you know who could have been involved?” Dumbledore asked with a shrewd grin and twinkle in his eyes.
“No, Sir…” Harry said having become very good at Occlumency kept a blank expression, before he grinned…which ruined the situation
“Please, tell Mr. Evans that if he feels the need to expel excess energy he might find a less pungent way to do so.” Albus said kindly with a smile.
“OK, I keep an eye on him…may I ask what this concerns sir.” Harry asked looking at the headmaster calmly.
“We have a couple of questions that concern…Some matters about Hermione we were hoping you might be able to answer…if you feel up for it?” Remus asked calmly as he looked young boy.
“Sure…” Harry said slowly as he looked back and forth at the two men.
“OK, first, did she happen to say were her parents were when you last saw her?” Remus asked politely.
“Ya, she said they were in hiding, that after their attack you put them and her brother into hiding and she was under constant guard…Has something happen to them?” Harry asked in alarm green eyes wide with fear.
“No, nothing like that, she told you she had a brother?” Remus asked with a frown.
“Ya, her mother just had him. I didn’t even know about this she never said anything until that day.” Harry said silently wondering what was going on.
“What else did Miss Granger tell you, Remus said you received a gift from her?” Albus asked in his ever calm voice his blue eyes showing nothing.
“Well we talked about that, then got to Diagon Alley and she suggested I invest, that her Aunt made investments on her behalf. She had quiet a bit saved up. Then we went to our vaults, came back and she was gone, gave the goblin that took her a package to give to me, It was a pendent…here.” Harry said he pulled the thin silver chain from under his shirt and pulled it off his neck handing it to Dumbledore. The old man peered at it over his half moon spectacles then began to smile. Before handing it over to Remus who looked at it inquiry before a look of shock appeared on his face. He handed it back to Harry with a smile.
“What did you see after that?” Remus asked.
“We’ll I ran outside and saw her in the middle of the street and there he was they both had their wands out, but as quick as flash Voldemort yelled Avada Kedavra and I watched as she vanished. She didn’t just die but was gone, completely, why would that happen…That’s what I don’t get…” Harry said with a frown as he put the necklace back on and hide it under his shirt.
“What did he look like, was he happy, did he look angry, could you feel what he felt?” Remus asked quickly.
“He felt…sad…yet happy, really, like the happiest he felt in years, like something was complete, but he was tired like emotionally rung out…” Harry said in a strange voice as he focused on his thoughts for that day.
“Joy for seeing her, yet pained by what he had to do…What’s going on…What am I not being told now?” Harry asked briskly as he looked at the men.
“We’re not sure Harry, we don’t even the whole story, that’s why were trying to piece this together. What we do know is her parents are missing…have been since the summer. You said she had a brother, but there is no record of him in the muggle or magical world. She has no Aunt Harry, as her father’s family was killed before she was born and her mother’s family died years ago as well. That the necklace you wear was lost years ago…and is believed to once belong to Salazar Slytherin… gift to his twin daughters Clara Angel and Regina Ambrosia. It is one of two known magical object to deflect all spells…even Avada Kedavra. The other is still missing…Did Hermione keep a journal, or diary or who would know a lot about her besides you or Ron?” Remus asked quickly.
“Wait a minute how could she have an object of Salazar Slytherin’s…and what do you mean her Parents are missing…DIDN’T YOU HIDE THEM…” Harry said in a heated voice as he looked at the Headmaster.
“No, we didn’t. If they were hidden then she did it not us Harry. Has your scar been bothering you?” Albus asked in his calm voice.
“No, not for months now…He’s blocking me and I don’t know why. He doesn’t want me to feel what he is doing.” Harry said tiredly as he closed his eyes. The anger gone as quick as it came.
“For now this will do, Rest easy Harry as soon as we figure out what’s happening you’ll be the first to know.” Albus said in a kind voice and genial smile as he looked at the young man.
“Thank you, may I go?” Harry asked as he stood up.
“Yes, have a good night.” Albus said as he nodded his head. Both he and Remus watched as the young boy walked down the steps and out the door firmly shutting it. Remus turned and looked at the Headmaster whose serene expression made most feel comfortable…except him.
“What are you not telling us Albus, I know that look…” Remus rounded as he looked at the older man squarely in the eye.
“What was you first impression when you meet Miss Granger?” Albus asked quickly, bright blues calm, face expressionless.
“That she was the cleverest witch I had ever met…but had a sadness about her that had nothing to do with anyone or anything in her life at the time. My wolf perception makes it easier to feel things about people. With her, the sadness is what drove her to do extraordinary things…to be the best, to be perfect…in every way shape and form.” Remus said in a far away voice as if remembering something, brown eyes glassy as he stopped speaking.
“Anything else…” asked Albus gently as he brought the man back to reality with his clear voice.
“Her Boggart…that was another memory I have of her that astounded me” Remus said quietly remembering that day as clear as crystal.
~*~*~*Flashback*~*~*~*~
Remus looked up from his book as he heard the knock on his door. He
glanced briefly at his watch, flicked his wand and the door opened to reveal
Hermione Granger. He smiled and said kindly.
“May I help you Miss Granger?”
He asked the bushy haired girl whom he knew to be Harry’s best friend.
“Yes, I was hoping if it’s possible if I go have a shot at the Boggart,
I feel If I don’t have a chance at fighting it, that it would be a horrendous
mistake on my part and something I won’t be able to overcome later if I ever
encounter one.” Hermione said softly as she looked at him with cool brown eyes.
“Right now?” He asked quickly with a smile at this girl’s determination.
“Yes, Sir” she said in a would be calm voice.
“Ok…” He said as he got up and walked out the room. They walked in
silence as they headed to the Teacher’s Lounge.
He opened the door to see a few professors sitting around. Severus and
Minerva were pouring over the Evening Prophet and discussing the current
article on Sirius Black. Poppy was tending to wound on Hagrid’s hand. Edward(Filtwick)and Vanessa (Vector) were poring over a
chess board. All turned as He and Hermione entered the room.
“Don’t mind us…” Remus said as they walked over to the Wardrobe that
held the Boggart the class used earlier in the day. It trembled slightly waiting
to be released.
“Now remember, think of something that would make the fear less
fearsome, something funny…” he said as he stood next to the wardrobe and looked
at the young girl.
“Does it have to be funny, or can it be something that makes me happy?”
She asked quietly a look of hope in her eyes.
“Yes, happy would work…Do you need more time?” He asked as his hand
went to the handle.
“I’m ready.” Hermione said as she took a deep breath and squared her
shoulders.
“OK, 3…2…1…” Remus said as he opened the door and watched as a man
stepped out. He was tall…with hair as black as a raven wing and eyes as black
and bottomless as hole. Skin as pale as snow so white it seemed to shine with
lips as red as blood. Dressed in head to toe black with silver trimming, he
glided slowly out of the wardrobe and towards the young woman and spoke in a
low clear voice that chilled him to the bones. Remus knew at once, but was
frozen with fascination as he watched the man and young witch.
“Your mine, you belong to me…” the Boggart spoke eloquently as he
reached for the girl…who looked at once both hopeful yet filled with dread. She
stepped back and said in a strong voice.
“Never…Riddikulus…” She hissed venomously as she flicked her wand and
the man disappeared replaced by a young girl. She was a dead ringer for the
girl that stood in front of her…with the exception of hair and eyes as black as
the mans that was there before her. They looked at one another with identical
smiles before Hermione flicked her wand again and the girl disappeared with a
small crack into a cloud of smoke.
“Thank you, I should leave. I appreciate this opportunity.” Hermione
said softly as she nodded once before walking quickly out of the room. The door
clicking shut pulling him out of his revive as he realized the silence in the
room. He turned and looked at everyone…before sitting down heavily completely
lost in thought. It was Severus who spoke the question that was plaguing him.
“Who’s was the girl?” He asked softly to himself.
“Does Miss Granger have a sister?” Edward asked as he cocked his head
to the side eyes narrowed.
“Not that I know of…” Minerva said in a perplexed voice.
The seven left the room quietly all too stunned to believe or
understand how a muggle-born witch worst fear was of a man that few had seen
and even less had lived to tell the tale of…
~*~*~* End Flashback~*~*~*~*
“I don’t think it was so much that it was Riddle that amazed me but it was a Riddle that few had seen or even remembered, before he changed his appearance into the horrific monster he is today. I mean how many people know what he uses to look like. I thought maybe Harry or Ginny knew what he looked like, from what happened the previous year, but how would she know. I asked them both if they had told her what he looked like and both said no…So I ask again Albus what aren’t you telling us…Who is she to him?” Remus asked in a cool voice.
“She is more precious to him, then immortality or even death, and at once the only being that will be one of two to destroy him…” Albus said calmly with an expression of the deepest sorrow the younger man had ever seen.
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