Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and the Green Flame ❯ The Growing Unease, The Death of Doubt ( Chapter 5 )
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By: GiN825 
Things aren't always what they seem at Hogwarts this day. Trouble is afoot in the lives of our friends.
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.19.2012 | Pages: 5 | Words: 6.4K | Visits: 652 | Status: Work In Progress
Things aren't always what they seem at Hogwarts this day. Trouble is afoot in the lives of our friends.
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.19.2012 | Pages: 5 | Words: 6.4K | Visits: 652 | Status: Work In Progress
Tuesday dawned bright and early. Too early one might say. As I lay in my bed, drinking in the warm sunshine coming through the windows, the weight of my sadness hit me square in the chest.
Harry pulled the rug right out from underneath me last night by wanting to squash the idea of my dreams being reality. I reached out to him and in turn, was burned beyond belief.
“Morgan?” A soft voice came from the doorway. I peeked my head out from around the curtains and stared bleary eyed at Hermione’s form. I felt my chin begin to tremble and watched as she walked to my bed. She perched herself lightly and offered her arms. I hesitated only a second before flinging myself into her embrace with a soft sob.
“Oh, Hermione, how could I have been so stupid?” I sniffled into her shoulder. She patted my back soothingly, doing exactly as my mother would. At that moment I felt supremely indebted to this girl. She was my savior in so many ways since my arrival here only days ago.
“He didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, Morgan. I know he’s very sorry for what he said.” I just shook my head.
“He’s been through worse, Hermione. He’s been through the most unbelievable ordeals, how could he sit there and tell me to my face that I’m over reacting?” I gently pulled myself out of her arms and sat back sniffling.
“I can’t answer that, but you should talk to him. Give him the opportunity to explain himself and apologize.” I frowned. Was she really going to start defending him before I had a chance to properly think about this?
“Hermione, I know he’s your best friend, but I’m really-“
“Angry, I know. You should be. I would be devastated too and I would want time to be angry but when you’re done feeling like that, you should talk to him. Don’t let this permanently come between your friendship with him. He’s a good person. He’s just daft like the next boy.” She smiled despite her best efforts not to and I couldn’t help but join her.
I already planned to talk to him, just not right away. He needs to sit and stew about this. I need him to assess the situation from new eyes and I definitely want him to feel like crap for the way he made me feel. Boys!
“I’ll talk to him, but not until dinner and don’t you go telling him that!” I said a little too forcefully. She gave me a small smile as her hands made a locking gesture in front of her lips.
“Your secret is safe with me. Honestly, he deserves to have a think about this. I can’t believe how careless he was last night.” She sighed and shook her head sadly. Boys!
“Do you think my dreams are real?” I asked her hesitantly. She frowned in thought for a moment before answering.
“I think there’s a strong possibility that something is at work with them, yes. Either they happened for real and it really is you and you’re remembering them or someone is messing with you from afar. Your conviction to them being real is contagious though.” She spoke slowly and deliberately.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I think we should strongly consider the idea that the baby in your dreams is you, and that it really happened. If there was even a fraction of a chance that it wasn’t real, would it stop you from believing your dreams were true?” She asked me. I thought about it and decided I had no doubts. They were real, I just knew it.
“It happened, Hermione. My dreams are real, I can just feel it, but what do we do about it?” I asked her, feeling hopeless. What is there to do?
“Right now you get ready for school and face the day. We’ll talk about what comes next once I’ve had another day in the library and after you and Harry have your talk.” Hermione said determinedly. I smiled at her, happy to have even the smallest course of action and then looked at the clock.
“Holy crap! I have to get ready! Professor Snape is gonna kill me if I’m late to my first class!” I jumped out of bed in a rush and grabbed the first pieces of my uniform I could find and ran to the bathroom to get dressed.
“Did you order your potions materials yet?” Hermione called from the dorm.
“Yeah, he gave me order forms the day of my detention. They should be there today.” I called back as I began running a brush through my hair. Oh why did my hair pick today of all days to frizz out? I grabbed a hair tie and zipped back into the dorm and grabbed my books and messenger bag and headed for the door.
“Good luck, Morgan!” Hermione yelled and ran for the stairs.
“Thanks!” I called back to her as I flew downstairs and out the portrait hole. I’m going to need all the luck in the world to make it to class on time!
-Flashback-
“Bloody hell, Harry, you’re a mess this morning.” Ron chided Harry with copious amounts of food in his mouth. Pig. I rolled my eyes internally as I watched him stuff in another bite. Honestly, he’s a bottomless pit!
I looked across the table at Harry through narrowed eyes while he flipped idly through the morning Prophet. He really was a mess. A light stab of pain erupted in the pit of stomach at the sight. He’s had such a terrible last few months and now he’s beating himself up over last night’s conversation with Morgan. Serves him right!
Still, there was something humbling in his appearance today. Harry’s been my best friend for five years now and it hurts a little more each year to see him in pain. I reached my hand across the table to his. He jumped a little and looked up to meet my eyes with a grimace.
“You should talk to her.” I said to him. He really should. I couldn’t believe the way he handled himself last night with Morgan, and I couldn’t help but feel partially to blame. I urged her to reach out to him because that’s what our group did. We held nothing back from each other and I desperately want Morgan to be one of us. Of course Harry really ruined that plan. He pulled his hand away from mine.
“Knock it off, Hermione.” He snapped and I sat back stung.
“Knock what off? You were a git to her last night! Now you need to apologize for it.” I snapped back, my anger piquing. How dare he?! He rolled his eyes at me and I barely contained my urge to throw something at him.
“I’m not allowed to have an opinion? Can’t I pretend for two minutes that there’s not another problem that we have to deal with?” He said a little forcefully. Ron nudged my shoulder, a gesture telling me to back off. I ignored it, as usual.
“Don’t be ridiculous, I saw it in your face last night when she singled you out. You know you were wrong, and honestly how could you even bring voice to that idea? You of all people.” I hissed at him while Ron nudged me again. I hadn’t meant to slip those same words to him but they were having the desired affect. He sagged over the paper in defeat.
“I know. I am sorry, but how do I tell her that? She probably won’t speak to me again.” He said hopelessly. I struggled with the desire to roll my eyes. Harry could be so dramatic some times.
“Just try to talk to her. Even if she doesn’t acknowledge you, just say your peace and see how it goes.” I offered. It was a start at least, but he was already shaking his head.
“What if she doesn’t say anything back? What if I just sit there like an idiot and she ignores me? Or worse, what if she gets up and walks away and won’t even listen to me?”
“Well you’re not going to find out by just sitting here acting all hopeless about it, mate.” Ron jumped in. I smiled and thanked my rarely lucky stars that Ron wasn’t completely daft today. Harry scowled at him but looked a little more hopeful than he had five minutes ago. Maybe this could work.
“He’s right you know.” I smirked at him.
“Where is she? Was she up when you came down to breakfast Hermione?” He asked. Oh he wants to do this now!
“No, she wasn’t, but she has that advanced Potion’s class today so I’m sure she’s getting ready now. Why don’t I go up there and see how she’s feeling and you consider talking to her at dinner tonight okay?” I stood and began gathering my books. Ron looked up at me and smiled, seeming reassured that things were going to work out. He was beginning to really accept Morgan into our group, I could tell and I know it bothered him to see Harry all bent out of shape over something that could have been avoided.
I smiled back at him, happy to have something to do, and it was there. That little twinge in my stomach that I sometimes got when I looked at Ron. I felt the blush rise in my cheeks and I turned quickly towards to the door to leave.
-
“Why is she sitting by herself?” I hissed to Ron as he stacked yet another plate full of food. I glanced quickly down the table to where Morgan sat sipping on her pumpkin juice. I’m such an idiot!
“I’d imagine she’s steering clear of you, mate.” He answered back before digging in.
“I wonder how her class went. Oi, Hermione, where are you going?” I called out as she walked briskly past us. She turned around and gave me a meaningful look and turned back towards Morgan. Oh.
I hadn’t gotten any homework done this morning and I had two lengths of scrolls to finish before Potions and Herbology this afternoon. All I could keep thinking about was how I was going to approach Morgan at dinner. This was all becoming so hopeless.
“So what are you going to say to her?” Ron asked quietly.
“I’m going to tell her the truth. That I’m sorry for how I said things last night. I didn’t mean to sound like I didn’t believe her or that I thought it wasn’t real. It’s just hard to have to keep thinking negatively all the time, and I don’t want her dreams to be real, Ron. It means that trouble is on its way and I can’t handle more trouble than I already have on my plate.” I shook my head and looked away. Why was this so hard?
“I hope she listens to you, mate, really I do. I just hope we aren’t going to regret it later.” He said hesitantly.
I looked up at him then and realized he hadn’t meant to say that. How could I blame him for feeling that way though? We’ve been friends at Hogwarts for six years now, he was best mate. Ron and Hermione both were there for me the way no one else ever could be. They stood by me during every piece of trouble that came my way since I started school. I really couldn’t blame him for hoping she wasn’t just adding to the baggage, and if I was being honest with myself, I hoped for the same thing.
“I know, but it wouldn’t be my life without a little trouble to spice things up with.” I said with a smirk. It was the truth wasn’t it?
-
I could feel his gaze upon me and it took everything in my power not to look up into his eyes. This could be a long lunch period I thought to myself as I shuffled food around my plate.
“I have some news for you.” Hermione said in a huff as she sat down. She looked flushed and my only conclusion was that she had just returned from yet another trip to the library. I sat up in anticipation, hoping it was good news.
“What did you find out?” I asked her.
“Well, nothing yet, but I’ve just got my permission slip to take a deeper look into the restricted section after classes tonight.” She seemed excited. I, on the other hand, deflated.
“Oh.” My head sagged. Why can’t we just get some information already?
“This is good news, Morgan. None of the other books I referenced had anything useful. I’ll have more luck in the restricted section than anywhere else.”
I was a little more doubtful but Hermione’s hope was so contagious. I was starting to believe that this girl was a miracle worker.
“Do you think we really have a shot?” I asked her, more serious this time. She smiled in encouragement.
“I do, Morgan. I can just feel it. Our answers are waiting for us in there.” She giggled as she poured herself some pumpkin juice. “Oh I almost forgot, how was advanced Potions?” I grinned. I had been excited to share this with her all morning.
“Wonderful. I was really good at Potions back home and Professor Snape is an amazing instructor.” I gushed. She looked at me doubtfully. “What I say?”
“Professor Snape is an ass.” She said seriously, looking at me as if I’d lost my mind. Perhaps I had. I shook my head.
“He’s a little pompous but wait till you take his advanced class. He really is a great teacher. We went over more advanced remedies and he even picked me to start making one. It was great.” She just kept shaking her head at me. What the hell?
“You’re incredible. I can’t believe you actually enjoy his class. He’s usually so mean to everyone.” She mused.
“Oh he’s still an ass, but a talented one. I just really like Potion making. Maybe I’m ignoring his attitude and paying more attention to what I’m supposed to be learning.” I shrugged and noticed everyone was packing up and getting ready for their classes. I sat back and realized this was my first free period without my trio. I looked up at Hermione as she started gathering her things.
“Alright, I’ll see you after classes tonight.” She said as she stood up.
“Are you coming to dinner first or heading straight to the library?” I asked her. Hopefully she was going straight to the library. I wanted answers!
“I’m stopping for dinner first.” She paused at the look on my face. “I’m only grabbing a quick bite; don’t get yourself in a tizzy.” I looked at her seriously. “You and Harry have some talking to do remember? I’ll meet you guys in the common room.” I nodded my head and began taking out my homework from yesterday.
“Okay, see you then.” She ran off to meet up with Harry and Ron. I didn’t even mean to look at him but when I did I melted. His hair stood up in more tufts of unruliness and he had dark circles under his eyes.
It was then that our eyes met, green on green, and I was caught. I realized in that moment that even though it had only been one night since we spoke, I missed him. Our friendship was on the brink of collapse and we hadn’t even been able to properly establish it yet. The thought made my heart ache. I don’t want to lose him. Not when I knew him and his friends were the key to figuring out these ridiculous dreams I was having.
He gave me an unsure smile that I only half returned, before turning with his friends and walked out the door. I looked down at my homework and cursed at myself. I was never going to get it done today. Especially after that painful moment. You are so hopeless, Lennox. I really am!
-
Herbology class ran late tonight so I scrambled out of the green houses as fast as I could to get back to the castle. The nights were getting dark faster now and it seemed like everyone had the same thought in mind to race against time with the setting sun.
“Harry.” I heard a voice call from behind me and I stopped dead in my tracks. I turned around and looked at Morgan warily as she walked slowly, catching up to me on the darkening grounds. I slung my bag over my shoulder and stuffed my hands in my pockets, suddenly nervous for this long awaited moment.
“Hi.” I murmured and looked down at the ground, kicking the grass while I waited. When no response came I looked up and jumped at her proximity. She moves quicker than I thought! I gazed into her green eyes and suddenly I felt a very heavy weight lift off my shoulders. Her chin trembled with unspoken words and I knew that it was now or never. I dropped my bag on the ground and opened my arms to her. She hesitated briefly, her eyes brimming with tears before throwing herself into my waiting embrace.
Later I would look back at this moment and possibly analyze it further but right now all I could think about was how it felt to have her in my arms. How soft her hair was against the palm of my hand as I moved it in a soothing motion down her back. How her arms squeezed my form with every hiccup as she cried softly into my shoulder.
It didn’t make sense to me how strongly I felt for her then. I haven’t known her but for a few days and already I was falling so deeply into something I wasn’t sure I could ever get out of… or that I even wanted to leave.
We were alike in so many ways and suddenly Hermione’s words ran through my head as the full weight of it all came down on me. This girl and I were destined for something. I could feel it deep in my bones and I all at once knew my place in that predetermined unknown. I was to stand beside her and we were going to face it head on, but most importantly, we were going to face it together.
I pulled away from her slightly but kept my arms around her waist as I stared into her eyes. Her tears had subsided but a few lingered on her cheeks. I reached my hand up then and very lightly wiped them away with my thumb, lingering on her bottom lip before wrapping my arm back around her waist.
“I’m so sorry I doubted you, Morgan.” I whispered. She nodded her head but never broke the eye contact.
“I know. I forgive you.” She whispered back, her breath tickling my face. I hadn’t realized how close we had gotten.
A sudden squeal erupted from a group of students that were already to the steps of the castle and we immediately broke apart to see what the commotion was. A few fellow 6th years were chasing each other through the grounds and it was then that I realized how quickly the sun was setting. I picked up my bag from the ground and grasped her hand in mine.
“Let’s get back to the castle. We can talk more about this over dinner, yeah?” She smiled up at me shyly and allowed me to guide us back to the castle.
-
My heart was beating furiously as Harry and I took our seats at the House table for dinner. It shouldn’t have been so, but my mind was crystal clear as it replayed the events on the school grounds just moments earlier.
Twice now Harry and I leaned towards each other in the hopes of our lips connecting and twice they were denied that sweetest of actions. Damn it all! My mind was reeling. Why am I only saddened by our haphazard luck? I should be nervous. I should be calculating the swiftness in my desires for this boy I’ve only just met. Yet, all I could think about was how right it felt being held in his arms.
I knew he felt it too. There was a sudden charge that lit up between us as we both realized the strength of the attraction that thrashed around us. We were drawn to each other on some other level that surpassed mere physical and emotional pulls. It was like some cosmic source was at work and it brought us into each other’s lives.
“Where’s Hermione?” Ron’s voice registered dimly in my mind. I frowned as I looked up and realized she wasn’t sitting with us.
“She was supposed to have dinner with us before heading to the library.” I said as I looked around. “Maybe she decided she couldn’t wait. We should save her some dinner.” Harry looked up in surprise.
“She’s still doing research? I thought she couldn’t find anything?” He asked.
“We’re still considering a few options. She just got permission to research in the restricted section, so I’d imagine that’s where she’s at.” I replied, trying to keep the edge out of my voice. I forgave him for sending doubt through my head over my unusual dreams but that didn’t mean I wasn’t still a little angry about it.
“Does she have any leads?” Ron asked, noticing my growing unease. I shook my head as I sipped on my pumpkin juice.
“No, we don’t really know exactly where to begin. It could be any number of things but we’re hopeful. I suppose there’s a chance that I’m just insanely wrong but my gut tells me I need to look for answers with this. There’s some sort of truth to these dreams.” I spoke with conviction. I felt like I had repeated this to myself over and over so much that there was hardly an ounce of doubt left.
“Did you have another one last night?” Harry asked softly, his head slightly bowed.
“No, but that doesn’t mean anything at this point. It’s still too early.” I paused for a minute, frowning down at my plate. “I’m not sure I want another dream.” I spoke hesitantly.
“Why don’t you? It would mean more information for you and Hermione.” Harry said, suddenly confused.
“You don’t understand. Those dreams are scary for me. If they’re real, and I haven’t any doubts that they aren’t, then something really horrible happened to me as a baby and I’m not really sure I’m ready to face what that implies.”
I noticed their unease. It was something I could tell they both had thought about while considering these dreams. Hell, I thought about it every second myself. It could mean any number of things, and what’s worse, my parents allowed it to happen. For all I know, it was their idea.
I laid my hands down on the table, palms flat as anger suddenly burst forth. Why had they done this, this thing that could potentially bring harm to me? A parents one task is to love and nurture and care unconditionally for their child. Until this moment, I thought they had raised me under wonderful guidance, but looking at it now I was wrong. I felt like I was offered to the dogs.
“I hate them.” I muttered as I raised my eyes up to meet my friends. Their confused looks grew wary as they assessed my suddenly changed mood, and then realization dawned on Harry’s face. He looked sad then the red haze dimmed only a fraction.
“Your parents.” He stated. I gave one jerky bob of my head in agreement.
“What have they let happen to me?”
-
I was so angry! Never in all my years at Hogwarts have I ventured into the restricted section with such a large hunch and come up with nothing. Empty, bottomless, no hope left, nothing. What was wrong with the world?
I stomped my way to the common room, knowing full well that dinner was over. I fervently hoped my friends had thought to save me some food as I reached the picture of the Fat Lady.
“Wackspurt.” I muttered without looking up. Fiery Traditions in the Darkest Arts, volume 2 was perched carefully in my hands as I scanned the pages for what Morgan described of her dreams.
“Nope, I’m sorry, wrong password m’dear.” The Fat Lady hiccupped and giggled wildly.
Oh, no. I groaned inwardly and scowled up into her face. As a prefect, I’m usually alerted to the changing of the portrait password and since I don’t recall being given a new password, I realized in horror that the Fat Lady was drunk and off her rocker for the evening.
“No it’s not!” I stomped my foot in agitation. I didn’t need this tonight. I had epically failed in coming up with any solid trail to follow and I needed to break the news to Morgan.
“S’it is.” Hiccup. “I would know, I’m t’portrait-“ Hiccup. “I’m the-“ Hiccup. “The, the…oh for Heaven’s sake.” She snapped her fingers in the air, willing her memory to serve her.
“Oh this is codswallop! The portrait password has not been changed, I’m a prefect, I would know.” I snapped at her, closing my book and crossing my arms over my chest and tapped my foot for good measure. This only caused her to throw herself into an imitating position as she started giggling madly at me.
“Aye, aye cap-ee-ton!” She saluted me and wobbled over to her table giggling even more. She poured herself another glass of her red wine and waved her hand in a dismissive manner. “Oh you’re no-“ Hiccup. “-fun.” The door swung open and I released a breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding. I grabbed hold of the frame, gestured rudely at her and stepped inside.
“Humorless-“ Hiccup. “-brat!” She called after me.
“Lushy artistry.” I muttered under my breath.
I sighed as I shuffled my way over to the table where my friends sat at and plopped down in a chair beside them. I waved my hand at Morgan, silencing her as she leaned eagerly across the table towards me.
“No, please, I can’t even bear it right now.” I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose tightly as a headache threatened to take over.
“You didn’t find anything.” She stated dejectedly. My heart was breaking for her. I was so sure this morning that our answers would be uncovered in the restricted section. I built up her hopes and now I was dashing them away.
I looked over at Ron who was fiddling with a package of Chocolate Frogs, cracking them open and discarding the unwanted Wizarding Cards in a heap on the table. Is he ever full?! I shook my head in disbelief and looked to Morgan.
“Nothing yet. I was able to check this book out however,” I pulled my bag up, revealing the text book I had been looking through before the Fat Lady’s drunken annoyance. “But I still haven’t found anything useful in it.” I held onto the smallest of hopes that the second half of the book had our answers.
Ron ripped loudly through another pack of Chocolate Frogs and I began to get irritated. Couldn’t he hold off on filling his stomach long enough for me to get this discussion out of the way?
“What does this mean then?” Harry asked and I was surprised to see how closely he sat to Morgan. I looked quickly between the two and realized they had made up. My heart swelled with joy.
“You two have made up then?” I asked, completely ignoring his question. They looked at each other and blushed.
“Yes.” Morgan smiled at me shyly. “All is well in the universe again” She smirked.
“You still haven’t answered my question.” Harry asked, all seriousness again. A little pushy today, aren’t we Mr. Potter? I shook my head as I stared down at the open book in front of me.
“Right now all we can do is wait.”
“Wait for what?” He urged.
“We wait for Morgan to have another dream, and we hope that it gives us more clues as to what is going on.” I finished. I had been watching Morgan as I said this and noticed her go stiff. “What’s wrong?” I asked as she paled.
“I don’t want another dream.” She started shaking her head back and forth in a swift, jerky motion. I gaped at her.
“What do you mean you don’t want another dream?” Rip. Chew. Flap. I suddenly whipped around at Ron, having had quite enough of his Chocolate Frogs wrappers. “Will you stop stuffing your face with candy long enough for me to talk?!” I yelled, breathing heavy.
Ron stared at me, open mouthed as Harry and Morgan tried in vain to hide their amused smirks. Morgan reached over to grab one of the cards.
“What are these?” She asked, turning it over and marveling it.
“You don’t have Chocolate Frogs in America?” Ron piped up, happy for the distraction. She giggled and laid the card back down on the table and snatched up the rest of the pile.
“No, are they really frogs? What are these?” She began investigating the cards.
“They’re trading cards. You see, every kid in Europe probably collects them and you always end up with doubles or triples but every once in while you come across someone you can trade with. I’ve got just about all of them myself.” Ron explained to her. She seemed amused as she looked over the cards one after another.
“You’re such a pain sometimes, Ron, can you please keep the racket down? Five minutes, I just need five minutes of quiet.” I pleaded with him. He blushed and put his hands in his lap, looking down.
“Alright, alright, don’t throw yourself into a tizzy.” He muttered under his breath. I rolled my eyes and looked to Morgan, about to continue where I left off but the look on her face froze me in place.
“Morgan! What’s wrong?” Her face was white as a ghost and her hand started shaking as she read the new card. She dropped it on the table and brought her hand up to her mouth, her eyes as round as saucers.
“That’s it…this is the clue we’ve been looking for.” She whispered in silent horror. Harry picked up the card and read it over before shaking his head, confused.
“Give it to me.” I reached for it as Morgan’s breath began to hitch.
Sir Thomas Weatherby 1409-1650
Sir Thomas of Scotland served under
The newly founded and short lived Federation
Of Magic People for 50 years. His defeat of
The dark wizard Alistair Ivasknov of Russia
In 1527 put him in the record books
As one of the most powerful wizards
Of all time. During his life span of nearly
250 years, Sir Thomas made many advancements
In the world of Potions and spell making.
One such spell, the powerful
Green Flame, is said to unleash
The power of the Old Magick, upon
An accepted individual who will ultimately
Possess a power so strong that even the
Darkest of wizards had no hope of defeating.
The spell was lost over time but is said to be passed down from
Generation to generation of Weatherby heirs.
I looked up at her, confusion written on Harry and Ron’s face. I realized with horror that this was it, the missing piece.
“Morgan, you know this man don’t you?” My heart was beating madly against my rib cage, desperately trying to escape. She stared wide eyed at me as she slowly nodded her head.
“Not personally, but a hand painted portrait of him hangs over our mantel at home. He’s the grandfather of our family. He’s the farthest back we can trace our roots.” She whispered as Harry and Ron caught up to where we were already pacing.
“Wait a second, back up a tick. You’re related to this guy?” Ron asked doubtfully.
“Yes, he was the founder of our family. We have his journals and all his awards he’s won throughout his life. We have everything of his.” She paused for a moment and frowned. “I just never knew how important he was to the wizarding world. My father never mentioned this to me before.” She looked confused and angry again.
“So then the ritual in your dreams wasn’t actually a ritual. It was a spell?” Harry asked as he scrutinized Morgan’s every move. She looked up at me for reassurance.
“The Green Flame, yes.” I answered him back as I watched Morgan too. She was even paler than she was when she had first read the card.
The whole world seemed to shift its perspective and words I had muttered days ago in this very room came flooding back to me, a conversation between Morgan and I.
“I’m not here to hurt Harry, Hermione.” She had said.
“I know you’re not. At least, I don't believe you think you are… if that makes any sense. What I'm trying to say is, I think someone else has plans for you that we have yet to see, Morgan.” I had replied back.
Everything I had said was suddenly true, except she really wasn’t here to hurt Harry. And suddenly realization dawned on me and I knew it then that this girl was sent here for a purpose beyond anything we could have dared to dream, dared to hope for. She was going to help Harry defeat Voldemort!
-
Many miles away in a dark graveyard, stood a dark cloaked man, hovering over a cracked headstone. He smiled cruelly down at it, his finger caressing the jagged, broken line that cut across the engraving.
“My Lord.” A voice came from behind him and he turned around, agitated at being disrupted.
“What is it?” He hissed into the night. His red eyes glowed through slits, barely visible in the dark. There stood another cloaked figure, slighter in frame and size, quivering in fear.
They had a dark purpose this night and all was about to change as the unsettling fear gripped the smaller cloaked figure.
“He knows.” The figure whispered.
The howl of fury that escaped the red eyed man pierced through the night. It ran cold through the smaller figure’s veins, sealing his fate.
“Where is she?!” The darkest cloaked man hissed, his anger piquing, his clawed fists curling into maddening fists, white knuckles tight.
“At Hogwarts, my Lord. She’s with him, my Lord. They’ve been brought together.” His voice grew smaller as he finished informing his master.
Another furious scream followed by the flash of a wand, and green light and the smallest figure crumpled to the ground and all was silent once more.
Harry pulled the rug right out from underneath me last night by wanting to squash the idea of my dreams being reality. I reached out to him and in turn, was burned beyond belief.
“Morgan?” A soft voice came from the doorway. I peeked my head out from around the curtains and stared bleary eyed at Hermione’s form. I felt my chin begin to tremble and watched as she walked to my bed. She perched herself lightly and offered her arms. I hesitated only a second before flinging myself into her embrace with a soft sob.
“Oh, Hermione, how could I have been so stupid?” I sniffled into her shoulder. She patted my back soothingly, doing exactly as my mother would. At that moment I felt supremely indebted to this girl. She was my savior in so many ways since my arrival here only days ago.
“He didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, Morgan. I know he’s very sorry for what he said.” I just shook my head.
“He’s been through worse, Hermione. He’s been through the most unbelievable ordeals, how could he sit there and tell me to my face that I’m over reacting?” I gently pulled myself out of her arms and sat back sniffling.
“I can’t answer that, but you should talk to him. Give him the opportunity to explain himself and apologize.” I frowned. Was she really going to start defending him before I had a chance to properly think about this?
“Hermione, I know he’s your best friend, but I’m really-“
“Angry, I know. You should be. I would be devastated too and I would want time to be angry but when you’re done feeling like that, you should talk to him. Don’t let this permanently come between your friendship with him. He’s a good person. He’s just daft like the next boy.” She smiled despite her best efforts not to and I couldn’t help but join her.
I already planned to talk to him, just not right away. He needs to sit and stew about this. I need him to assess the situation from new eyes and I definitely want him to feel like crap for the way he made me feel. Boys!
“I’ll talk to him, but not until dinner and don’t you go telling him that!” I said a little too forcefully. She gave me a small smile as her hands made a locking gesture in front of her lips.
“Your secret is safe with me. Honestly, he deserves to have a think about this. I can’t believe how careless he was last night.” She sighed and shook her head sadly. Boys!
“Do you think my dreams are real?” I asked her hesitantly. She frowned in thought for a moment before answering.
“I think there’s a strong possibility that something is at work with them, yes. Either they happened for real and it really is you and you’re remembering them or someone is messing with you from afar. Your conviction to them being real is contagious though.” She spoke slowly and deliberately.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I think we should strongly consider the idea that the baby in your dreams is you, and that it really happened. If there was even a fraction of a chance that it wasn’t real, would it stop you from believing your dreams were true?” She asked me. I thought about it and decided I had no doubts. They were real, I just knew it.
“It happened, Hermione. My dreams are real, I can just feel it, but what do we do about it?” I asked her, feeling hopeless. What is there to do?
“Right now you get ready for school and face the day. We’ll talk about what comes next once I’ve had another day in the library and after you and Harry have your talk.” Hermione said determinedly. I smiled at her, happy to have even the smallest course of action and then looked at the clock.
“Holy crap! I have to get ready! Professor Snape is gonna kill me if I’m late to my first class!” I jumped out of bed in a rush and grabbed the first pieces of my uniform I could find and ran to the bathroom to get dressed.
“Did you order your potions materials yet?” Hermione called from the dorm.
“Yeah, he gave me order forms the day of my detention. They should be there today.” I called back as I began running a brush through my hair. Oh why did my hair pick today of all days to frizz out? I grabbed a hair tie and zipped back into the dorm and grabbed my books and messenger bag and headed for the door.
“Good luck, Morgan!” Hermione yelled and ran for the stairs.
“Thanks!” I called back to her as I flew downstairs and out the portrait hole. I’m going to need all the luck in the world to make it to class on time!
-Flashback-
“Bloody hell, Harry, you’re a mess this morning.” Ron chided Harry with copious amounts of food in his mouth. Pig. I rolled my eyes internally as I watched him stuff in another bite. Honestly, he’s a bottomless pit!
I looked across the table at Harry through narrowed eyes while he flipped idly through the morning Prophet. He really was a mess. A light stab of pain erupted in the pit of stomach at the sight. He’s had such a terrible last few months and now he’s beating himself up over last night’s conversation with Morgan. Serves him right!
Still, there was something humbling in his appearance today. Harry’s been my best friend for five years now and it hurts a little more each year to see him in pain. I reached my hand across the table to his. He jumped a little and looked up to meet my eyes with a grimace.
“You should talk to her.” I said to him. He really should. I couldn’t believe the way he handled himself last night with Morgan, and I couldn’t help but feel partially to blame. I urged her to reach out to him because that’s what our group did. We held nothing back from each other and I desperately want Morgan to be one of us. Of course Harry really ruined that plan. He pulled his hand away from mine.
“Knock it off, Hermione.” He snapped and I sat back stung.
“Knock what off? You were a git to her last night! Now you need to apologize for it.” I snapped back, my anger piquing. How dare he?! He rolled his eyes at me and I barely contained my urge to throw something at him.
“I’m not allowed to have an opinion? Can’t I pretend for two minutes that there’s not another problem that we have to deal with?” He said a little forcefully. Ron nudged my shoulder, a gesture telling me to back off. I ignored it, as usual.
“Don’t be ridiculous, I saw it in your face last night when she singled you out. You know you were wrong, and honestly how could you even bring voice to that idea? You of all people.” I hissed at him while Ron nudged me again. I hadn’t meant to slip those same words to him but they were having the desired affect. He sagged over the paper in defeat.
“I know. I am sorry, but how do I tell her that? She probably won’t speak to me again.” He said hopelessly. I struggled with the desire to roll my eyes. Harry could be so dramatic some times.
“Just try to talk to her. Even if she doesn’t acknowledge you, just say your peace and see how it goes.” I offered. It was a start at least, but he was already shaking his head.
“What if she doesn’t say anything back? What if I just sit there like an idiot and she ignores me? Or worse, what if she gets up and walks away and won’t even listen to me?”
“Well you’re not going to find out by just sitting here acting all hopeless about it, mate.” Ron jumped in. I smiled and thanked my rarely lucky stars that Ron wasn’t completely daft today. Harry scowled at him but looked a little more hopeful than he had five minutes ago. Maybe this could work.
“He’s right you know.” I smirked at him.
“Where is she? Was she up when you came down to breakfast Hermione?” He asked. Oh he wants to do this now!
“No, she wasn’t, but she has that advanced Potion’s class today so I’m sure she’s getting ready now. Why don’t I go up there and see how she’s feeling and you consider talking to her at dinner tonight okay?” I stood and began gathering my books. Ron looked up at me and smiled, seeming reassured that things were going to work out. He was beginning to really accept Morgan into our group, I could tell and I know it bothered him to see Harry all bent out of shape over something that could have been avoided.
I smiled back at him, happy to have something to do, and it was there. That little twinge in my stomach that I sometimes got when I looked at Ron. I felt the blush rise in my cheeks and I turned quickly towards to the door to leave.
-
“Why is she sitting by herself?” I hissed to Ron as he stacked yet another plate full of food. I glanced quickly down the table to where Morgan sat sipping on her pumpkin juice. I’m such an idiot!
“I’d imagine she’s steering clear of you, mate.” He answered back before digging in.
“I wonder how her class went. Oi, Hermione, where are you going?” I called out as she walked briskly past us. She turned around and gave me a meaningful look and turned back towards Morgan. Oh.
I hadn’t gotten any homework done this morning and I had two lengths of scrolls to finish before Potions and Herbology this afternoon. All I could keep thinking about was how I was going to approach Morgan at dinner. This was all becoming so hopeless.
“So what are you going to say to her?” Ron asked quietly.
“I’m going to tell her the truth. That I’m sorry for how I said things last night. I didn’t mean to sound like I didn’t believe her or that I thought it wasn’t real. It’s just hard to have to keep thinking negatively all the time, and I don’t want her dreams to be real, Ron. It means that trouble is on its way and I can’t handle more trouble than I already have on my plate.” I shook my head and looked away. Why was this so hard?
“I hope she listens to you, mate, really I do. I just hope we aren’t going to regret it later.” He said hesitantly.
I looked up at him then and realized he hadn’t meant to say that. How could I blame him for feeling that way though? We’ve been friends at Hogwarts for six years now, he was best mate. Ron and Hermione both were there for me the way no one else ever could be. They stood by me during every piece of trouble that came my way since I started school. I really couldn’t blame him for hoping she wasn’t just adding to the baggage, and if I was being honest with myself, I hoped for the same thing.
“I know, but it wouldn’t be my life without a little trouble to spice things up with.” I said with a smirk. It was the truth wasn’t it?
-
I could feel his gaze upon me and it took everything in my power not to look up into his eyes. This could be a long lunch period I thought to myself as I shuffled food around my plate.
“I have some news for you.” Hermione said in a huff as she sat down. She looked flushed and my only conclusion was that she had just returned from yet another trip to the library. I sat up in anticipation, hoping it was good news.
“What did you find out?” I asked her.
“Well, nothing yet, but I’ve just got my permission slip to take a deeper look into the restricted section after classes tonight.” She seemed excited. I, on the other hand, deflated.
“Oh.” My head sagged. Why can’t we just get some information already?
“This is good news, Morgan. None of the other books I referenced had anything useful. I’ll have more luck in the restricted section than anywhere else.”
I was a little more doubtful but Hermione’s hope was so contagious. I was starting to believe that this girl was a miracle worker.
“Do you think we really have a shot?” I asked her, more serious this time. She smiled in encouragement.
“I do, Morgan. I can just feel it. Our answers are waiting for us in there.” She giggled as she poured herself some pumpkin juice. “Oh I almost forgot, how was advanced Potions?” I grinned. I had been excited to share this with her all morning.
“Wonderful. I was really good at Potions back home and Professor Snape is an amazing instructor.” I gushed. She looked at me doubtfully. “What I say?”
“Professor Snape is an ass.” She said seriously, looking at me as if I’d lost my mind. Perhaps I had. I shook my head.
“He’s a little pompous but wait till you take his advanced class. He really is a great teacher. We went over more advanced remedies and he even picked me to start making one. It was great.” She just kept shaking her head at me. What the hell?
“You’re incredible. I can’t believe you actually enjoy his class. He’s usually so mean to everyone.” She mused.
“Oh he’s still an ass, but a talented one. I just really like Potion making. Maybe I’m ignoring his attitude and paying more attention to what I’m supposed to be learning.” I shrugged and noticed everyone was packing up and getting ready for their classes. I sat back and realized this was my first free period without my trio. I looked up at Hermione as she started gathering her things.
“Alright, I’ll see you after classes tonight.” She said as she stood up.
“Are you coming to dinner first or heading straight to the library?” I asked her. Hopefully she was going straight to the library. I wanted answers!
“I’m stopping for dinner first.” She paused at the look on my face. “I’m only grabbing a quick bite; don’t get yourself in a tizzy.” I looked at her seriously. “You and Harry have some talking to do remember? I’ll meet you guys in the common room.” I nodded my head and began taking out my homework from yesterday.
“Okay, see you then.” She ran off to meet up with Harry and Ron. I didn’t even mean to look at him but when I did I melted. His hair stood up in more tufts of unruliness and he had dark circles under his eyes.
It was then that our eyes met, green on green, and I was caught. I realized in that moment that even though it had only been one night since we spoke, I missed him. Our friendship was on the brink of collapse and we hadn’t even been able to properly establish it yet. The thought made my heart ache. I don’t want to lose him. Not when I knew him and his friends were the key to figuring out these ridiculous dreams I was having.
He gave me an unsure smile that I only half returned, before turning with his friends and walked out the door. I looked down at my homework and cursed at myself. I was never going to get it done today. Especially after that painful moment. You are so hopeless, Lennox. I really am!
-
Herbology class ran late tonight so I scrambled out of the green houses as fast as I could to get back to the castle. The nights were getting dark faster now and it seemed like everyone had the same thought in mind to race against time with the setting sun.
“Harry.” I heard a voice call from behind me and I stopped dead in my tracks. I turned around and looked at Morgan warily as she walked slowly, catching up to me on the darkening grounds. I slung my bag over my shoulder and stuffed my hands in my pockets, suddenly nervous for this long awaited moment.
“Hi.” I murmured and looked down at the ground, kicking the grass while I waited. When no response came I looked up and jumped at her proximity. She moves quicker than I thought! I gazed into her green eyes and suddenly I felt a very heavy weight lift off my shoulders. Her chin trembled with unspoken words and I knew that it was now or never. I dropped my bag on the ground and opened my arms to her. She hesitated briefly, her eyes brimming with tears before throwing herself into my waiting embrace.
Later I would look back at this moment and possibly analyze it further but right now all I could think about was how it felt to have her in my arms. How soft her hair was against the palm of my hand as I moved it in a soothing motion down her back. How her arms squeezed my form with every hiccup as she cried softly into my shoulder.
It didn’t make sense to me how strongly I felt for her then. I haven’t known her but for a few days and already I was falling so deeply into something I wasn’t sure I could ever get out of… or that I even wanted to leave.
We were alike in so many ways and suddenly Hermione’s words ran through my head as the full weight of it all came down on me. This girl and I were destined for something. I could feel it deep in my bones and I all at once knew my place in that predetermined unknown. I was to stand beside her and we were going to face it head on, but most importantly, we were going to face it together.
I pulled away from her slightly but kept my arms around her waist as I stared into her eyes. Her tears had subsided but a few lingered on her cheeks. I reached my hand up then and very lightly wiped them away with my thumb, lingering on her bottom lip before wrapping my arm back around her waist.
“I’m so sorry I doubted you, Morgan.” I whispered. She nodded her head but never broke the eye contact.
“I know. I forgive you.” She whispered back, her breath tickling my face. I hadn’t realized how close we had gotten.
A sudden squeal erupted from a group of students that were already to the steps of the castle and we immediately broke apart to see what the commotion was. A few fellow 6th years were chasing each other through the grounds and it was then that I realized how quickly the sun was setting. I picked up my bag from the ground and grasped her hand in mine.
“Let’s get back to the castle. We can talk more about this over dinner, yeah?” She smiled up at me shyly and allowed me to guide us back to the castle.
-
My heart was beating furiously as Harry and I took our seats at the House table for dinner. It shouldn’t have been so, but my mind was crystal clear as it replayed the events on the school grounds just moments earlier.
Twice now Harry and I leaned towards each other in the hopes of our lips connecting and twice they were denied that sweetest of actions. Damn it all! My mind was reeling. Why am I only saddened by our haphazard luck? I should be nervous. I should be calculating the swiftness in my desires for this boy I’ve only just met. Yet, all I could think about was how right it felt being held in his arms.
I knew he felt it too. There was a sudden charge that lit up between us as we both realized the strength of the attraction that thrashed around us. We were drawn to each other on some other level that surpassed mere physical and emotional pulls. It was like some cosmic source was at work and it brought us into each other’s lives.
“Where’s Hermione?” Ron’s voice registered dimly in my mind. I frowned as I looked up and realized she wasn’t sitting with us.
“She was supposed to have dinner with us before heading to the library.” I said as I looked around. “Maybe she decided she couldn’t wait. We should save her some dinner.” Harry looked up in surprise.
“She’s still doing research? I thought she couldn’t find anything?” He asked.
“We’re still considering a few options. She just got permission to research in the restricted section, so I’d imagine that’s where she’s at.” I replied, trying to keep the edge out of my voice. I forgave him for sending doubt through my head over my unusual dreams but that didn’t mean I wasn’t still a little angry about it.
“Does she have any leads?” Ron asked, noticing my growing unease. I shook my head as I sipped on my pumpkin juice.
“No, we don’t really know exactly where to begin. It could be any number of things but we’re hopeful. I suppose there’s a chance that I’m just insanely wrong but my gut tells me I need to look for answers with this. There’s some sort of truth to these dreams.” I spoke with conviction. I felt like I had repeated this to myself over and over so much that there was hardly an ounce of doubt left.
“Did you have another one last night?” Harry asked softly, his head slightly bowed.
“No, but that doesn’t mean anything at this point. It’s still too early.” I paused for a minute, frowning down at my plate. “I’m not sure I want another dream.” I spoke hesitantly.
“Why don’t you? It would mean more information for you and Hermione.” Harry said, suddenly confused.
“You don’t understand. Those dreams are scary for me. If they’re real, and I haven’t any doubts that they aren’t, then something really horrible happened to me as a baby and I’m not really sure I’m ready to face what that implies.”
I noticed their unease. It was something I could tell they both had thought about while considering these dreams. Hell, I thought about it every second myself. It could mean any number of things, and what’s worse, my parents allowed it to happen. For all I know, it was their idea.
I laid my hands down on the table, palms flat as anger suddenly burst forth. Why had they done this, this thing that could potentially bring harm to me? A parents one task is to love and nurture and care unconditionally for their child. Until this moment, I thought they had raised me under wonderful guidance, but looking at it now I was wrong. I felt like I was offered to the dogs.
“I hate them.” I muttered as I raised my eyes up to meet my friends. Their confused looks grew wary as they assessed my suddenly changed mood, and then realization dawned on Harry’s face. He looked sad then the red haze dimmed only a fraction.
“Your parents.” He stated. I gave one jerky bob of my head in agreement.
“What have they let happen to me?”
-
I was so angry! Never in all my years at Hogwarts have I ventured into the restricted section with such a large hunch and come up with nothing. Empty, bottomless, no hope left, nothing. What was wrong with the world?
I stomped my way to the common room, knowing full well that dinner was over. I fervently hoped my friends had thought to save me some food as I reached the picture of the Fat Lady.
“Wackspurt.” I muttered without looking up. Fiery Traditions in the Darkest Arts, volume 2 was perched carefully in my hands as I scanned the pages for what Morgan described of her dreams.
“Nope, I’m sorry, wrong password m’dear.” The Fat Lady hiccupped and giggled wildly.
Oh, no. I groaned inwardly and scowled up into her face. As a prefect, I’m usually alerted to the changing of the portrait password and since I don’t recall being given a new password, I realized in horror that the Fat Lady was drunk and off her rocker for the evening.
“No it’s not!” I stomped my foot in agitation. I didn’t need this tonight. I had epically failed in coming up with any solid trail to follow and I needed to break the news to Morgan.
“S’it is.” Hiccup. “I would know, I’m t’portrait-“ Hiccup. “I’m the-“ Hiccup. “The, the…oh for Heaven’s sake.” She snapped her fingers in the air, willing her memory to serve her.
“Oh this is codswallop! The portrait password has not been changed, I’m a prefect, I would know.” I snapped at her, closing my book and crossing my arms over my chest and tapped my foot for good measure. This only caused her to throw herself into an imitating position as she started giggling madly at me.
“Aye, aye cap-ee-ton!” She saluted me and wobbled over to her table giggling even more. She poured herself another glass of her red wine and waved her hand in a dismissive manner. “Oh you’re no-“ Hiccup. “-fun.” The door swung open and I released a breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding. I grabbed hold of the frame, gestured rudely at her and stepped inside.
“Humorless-“ Hiccup. “-brat!” She called after me.
“Lushy artistry.” I muttered under my breath.
I sighed as I shuffled my way over to the table where my friends sat at and plopped down in a chair beside them. I waved my hand at Morgan, silencing her as she leaned eagerly across the table towards me.
“No, please, I can’t even bear it right now.” I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose tightly as a headache threatened to take over.
“You didn’t find anything.” She stated dejectedly. My heart was breaking for her. I was so sure this morning that our answers would be uncovered in the restricted section. I built up her hopes and now I was dashing them away.
I looked over at Ron who was fiddling with a package of Chocolate Frogs, cracking them open and discarding the unwanted Wizarding Cards in a heap on the table. Is he ever full?! I shook my head in disbelief and looked to Morgan.
“Nothing yet. I was able to check this book out however,” I pulled my bag up, revealing the text book I had been looking through before the Fat Lady’s drunken annoyance. “But I still haven’t found anything useful in it.” I held onto the smallest of hopes that the second half of the book had our answers.
Ron ripped loudly through another pack of Chocolate Frogs and I began to get irritated. Couldn’t he hold off on filling his stomach long enough for me to get this discussion out of the way?
“What does this mean then?” Harry asked and I was surprised to see how closely he sat to Morgan. I looked quickly between the two and realized they had made up. My heart swelled with joy.
“You two have made up then?” I asked, completely ignoring his question. They looked at each other and blushed.
“Yes.” Morgan smiled at me shyly. “All is well in the universe again” She smirked.
“You still haven’t answered my question.” Harry asked, all seriousness again. A little pushy today, aren’t we Mr. Potter? I shook my head as I stared down at the open book in front of me.
“Right now all we can do is wait.”
“Wait for what?” He urged.
“We wait for Morgan to have another dream, and we hope that it gives us more clues as to what is going on.” I finished. I had been watching Morgan as I said this and noticed her go stiff. “What’s wrong?” I asked as she paled.
“I don’t want another dream.” She started shaking her head back and forth in a swift, jerky motion. I gaped at her.
“What do you mean you don’t want another dream?” Rip. Chew. Flap. I suddenly whipped around at Ron, having had quite enough of his Chocolate Frogs wrappers. “Will you stop stuffing your face with candy long enough for me to talk?!” I yelled, breathing heavy.
Ron stared at me, open mouthed as Harry and Morgan tried in vain to hide their amused smirks. Morgan reached over to grab one of the cards.
“What are these?” She asked, turning it over and marveling it.
“You don’t have Chocolate Frogs in America?” Ron piped up, happy for the distraction. She giggled and laid the card back down on the table and snatched up the rest of the pile.
“No, are they really frogs? What are these?” She began investigating the cards.
“They’re trading cards. You see, every kid in Europe probably collects them and you always end up with doubles or triples but every once in while you come across someone you can trade with. I’ve got just about all of them myself.” Ron explained to her. She seemed amused as she looked over the cards one after another.
“You’re such a pain sometimes, Ron, can you please keep the racket down? Five minutes, I just need five minutes of quiet.” I pleaded with him. He blushed and put his hands in his lap, looking down.
“Alright, alright, don’t throw yourself into a tizzy.” He muttered under his breath. I rolled my eyes and looked to Morgan, about to continue where I left off but the look on her face froze me in place.
“Morgan! What’s wrong?” Her face was white as a ghost and her hand started shaking as she read the new card. She dropped it on the table and brought her hand up to her mouth, her eyes as round as saucers.
“That’s it…this is the clue we’ve been looking for.” She whispered in silent horror. Harry picked up the card and read it over before shaking his head, confused.
“Give it to me.” I reached for it as Morgan’s breath began to hitch.
Sir Thomas Weatherby 1409-1650
Sir Thomas of Scotland served under
The newly founded and short lived Federation
Of Magic People for 50 years. His defeat of
The dark wizard Alistair Ivasknov of Russia
In 1527 put him in the record books
As one of the most powerful wizards
Of all time. During his life span of nearly
250 years, Sir Thomas made many advancements
In the world of Potions and spell making.
One such spell, the powerful
Green Flame, is said to unleash
The power of the Old Magick, upon
An accepted individual who will ultimately
Possess a power so strong that even the
Darkest of wizards had no hope of defeating.
The spell was lost over time but is said to be passed down from
Generation to generation of Weatherby heirs.
I looked up at her, confusion written on Harry and Ron’s face. I realized with horror that this was it, the missing piece.
“Morgan, you know this man don’t you?” My heart was beating madly against my rib cage, desperately trying to escape. She stared wide eyed at me as she slowly nodded her head.
“Not personally, but a hand painted portrait of him hangs over our mantel at home. He’s the grandfather of our family. He’s the farthest back we can trace our roots.” She whispered as Harry and Ron caught up to where we were already pacing.
“Wait a second, back up a tick. You’re related to this guy?” Ron asked doubtfully.
“Yes, he was the founder of our family. We have his journals and all his awards he’s won throughout his life. We have everything of his.” She paused for a moment and frowned. “I just never knew how important he was to the wizarding world. My father never mentioned this to me before.” She looked confused and angry again.
“So then the ritual in your dreams wasn’t actually a ritual. It was a spell?” Harry asked as he scrutinized Morgan’s every move. She looked up at me for reassurance.
“The Green Flame, yes.” I answered him back as I watched Morgan too. She was even paler than she was when she had first read the card.
The whole world seemed to shift its perspective and words I had muttered days ago in this very room came flooding back to me, a conversation between Morgan and I.
“I’m not here to hurt Harry, Hermione.” She had said.
“I know you’re not. At least, I don't believe you think you are… if that makes any sense. What I'm trying to say is, I think someone else has plans for you that we have yet to see, Morgan.” I had replied back.
Everything I had said was suddenly true, except she really wasn’t here to hurt Harry. And suddenly realization dawned on me and I knew it then that this girl was sent here for a purpose beyond anything we could have dared to dream, dared to hope for. She was going to help Harry defeat Voldemort!
-
Many miles away in a dark graveyard, stood a dark cloaked man, hovering over a cracked headstone. He smiled cruelly down at it, his finger caressing the jagged, broken line that cut across the engraving.
“My Lord.” A voice came from behind him and he turned around, agitated at being disrupted.
“What is it?” He hissed into the night. His red eyes glowed through slits, barely visible in the dark. There stood another cloaked figure, slighter in frame and size, quivering in fear.
They had a dark purpose this night and all was about to change as the unsettling fear gripped the smaller cloaked figure.
“He knows.” The figure whispered.
The howl of fury that escaped the red eyed man pierced through the night. It ran cold through the smaller figure’s veins, sealing his fate.
“Where is she?!” The darkest cloaked man hissed, his anger piquing, his clawed fists curling into maddening fists, white knuckles tight.
“At Hogwarts, my Lord. She’s with him, my Lord. They’ve been brought together.” His voice grew smaller as he finished informing his master.
Another furious scream followed by the flash of a wand, and green light and the smallest figure crumpled to the ground and all was silent once more.