Okay, so this is Kelia. I wrote this yesterday. I wrote it by hand, so thats why there's so many breaks. Everything feels so much longer by hand!
Chapter One
The dragon was huge. Its arched neck looked like a mountain ridge, the snow startlingly blue. But what mountain ended in a fearsome head, gaping with teeth?
“No way, am I riding that,” I stopped short, ignoring Rin tugging on my arm.
“Come on,” he urged. “You’ll love it.” It wasn’t that I hadn’t seen Rin riding dragons around the city - I was well accustomed to the sight - but now that it was so close and so big….
“Uh-uh.” I folded my arms and almost started walking away, but something about the dragon made me look at it. Its eyes weren’t fearsome like the rest of it, they were calm and serene, the deep blue hinting at hidden wisdom. “Do they like being ridden?” I asked suddenly.
“I don’t know,” rin shrugged. “I don’t think they mind. Though some of the younger ones can be-- temperamental. The real hotheads go live in the mountains, though most of them realize the benefits of staying with humans.”
I wasn’t really listening to him, I found myself just staring deeper and deeper into the dragons eyes. All of a sudden I saw in its eyes a lake, rippling gently. Then out of it burst a dragon - at first seeming to be made of shimmering water, then solidifying into an intense blue.
“Seraphim,” a booming voice spoke in my mind, and the image was gone.
I admit it: I was shocked. Rin must have sensed something was wrong, because didn’t argue with me to ride the dragon, like he usually would of. Instead, he let me go back to my room where I thought over the events.
‘How could that have happened?’ I thought. Humans hadn’t been able to understand dragons for thousands of years. Fortunately, they could understand our language, but they’d never been able to speak it. And I was certain that dragon had told me his name. I must have fallen asleep
puzzling over it, because the next thing I knew Rin was knocking on the door.
“Anything the matter?” he called in.
“No…well…come in,” I said indecisively. Once he was in the room I broached the subject cautiously. “Would you think I’m totally crazy if I said the dragon spoke to me?” I asked.
“Maybe not,” Rin said, smiling a little. “But it would depend on how plausible your story was.” So I told him, as matter of factedly as I could. He didn’t say anything for a while, just looked thoughtful. “I don’t know,” he said at last. “I don’t think that’s ever happened before. If I were you I would want double proof, to make sure I didn’t imagine it.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” I said. “The dragons on his rounds now?” and rin nodded. The dragons and humans worked together to make a defense system, dragons and riders flying around the city and keeping enemies at bay. There was another group of humans, who made sure no one hunted dragons. That was the exchange, and that was why Rin was used to flying
and I wasn’t. “I’ll visit him tonight, then.” I said determinedly.
The moon slipped under a cloud, and I darted from the protectors house to the dragons forest. I wanted to remain unseen if at all possible. I skirted the protectors path, and out of habit watched for hunters. They were always easy to find, as the majority were outfitted in clanking
armor and had battle horses. They still insisted on thinking there was glory in killing a dragon, which was way wrong. We had only had a treaty with them for a two hundred years!
The caves that housed the dragons were coming up, and I stepped clearly into the open. With dragon’s lightning quick reflexes, it was no use approaching from behind. I had never actually been in he caves, so I had no idea which on Seraphim was in. Nervously I peered into the darkness of one, and found twelve pairs of colorful eyes staring back at me. They were very big caves.
“Uh, do any of you know where Seraphim is?” I asked hesitantly. There was evident surprise among them, and they conferred in their strange language for a few minutes before one of them stepped out. Its nodded to the cave at its left, watching me with careful green eyes. “Thanks,” I
said and quickly left.
The next cave was much smaller, and I only found one pair of eyes gazing at me. “Seraphim,” I said questioningly and stepped forward. Seraphim regarded me cooly for a moment, and I was afraid nothing would happen. But then the voice spoke in my mind again.
“Aleandra,” the dragon said and I nodded quickly, my eyes bright. “You have come at last.”
Chapter Two
“You were expecting me?” was all I could say at the moment.
“Yes,” Seraphim said, and waited patiently as I sorted my thoughts out.
“But why me?” I asked. “Why did you speak to me and not Rin? Or anyone?”
“You have to look the dragon in the eye, for one thing,” Seraphim said.
“Riders are much too familiar with their dragons to ever really do that. Especially as you have to see the dragon as an equal.”
“Can all dragons speak to people?” I asked excitedly.
“No,” seraphim said, a bit sadly. “I am somewhat different. But that’s why I spoke to you. Dragons and humans have been separated for far too long. It is time for humans to learn our language again.”
“Wait, you cant mean…” I began to realize just what he meant. “I cant learn your language! Let alone teach it to other people!”
“But you must!” Seraphim’s voice grew agitated. “The knowledge of certain things has been held back too long! All barriers must be broken down!”
“Why?” I asked quietly. “What’s going to happen?”
“It is not my place to reveal it,” Seraphim turned away. Then more gently, “You will need to think. It is a big responsibility. And you may not think you are old enough, or wise enough, but you are. Else I would not have spoken to you. Go.” And so I went.
I think I can continue it, I have a basic idea of whats going to happen, except for right after that. I need her to have some problem or a bad guy show up, but I cant figure it out! At least I'm finally writing! :D
KrazyK
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Dragon's Back!
Hey ya'll! Okay I'm am 'replying to the the plea' rofl. I am posting the next chapter in my 'Dragon story' it is MUCH smaller than the usual chapters only because I had to really struggle to get through it, I was bored and I can't wait for the upcoming chapters. So. Yeah....it's alittle shorter. Not my favorite chapter but I still find it somewhat entertaining in parts. And if you pay close attention, especially to the clip of Chapter 4, there's a HUGE "Spoiler" so to speak about Dragon. *batts eyelashes* By the way, the Pictures above are of Dragon and Voldemort I found them quite fitting for this chapter :)
Disclaimer: I do not own the original Canon, charactors etc...or any of that junk, they are all the Wonderful work of J.K. Rowling, all I own are MY plot ideas and MY charactors. I'm just a girl who enjoys writing and has too much time on her hands or too much of an imagination-which on it is, is still undecided.
Stuff: 1st There are some spoilers but unless you read the book most of them aren't there so yeah just 'read-at-your-own-risk', 2nd My made ups are my made ups and I'd appreciate that if anyone that I don't know/do know are reading this to PLEASE DO NOT TAKE MY CHARACTORS. They are mine*hugs* I love them and they are close to my heart. Whether or not they are real doesn't matter, they are mine and I love them. 3rd I have some lines and stuff directly from the 5th H.P. book "Order of the Phoenix" in this chapter, I did not make them they are J.K.R's creation and I take no credit same for the fact that somethings have come from the 5th movie-again I take no credit.
With that done....Enjoy!
Fan Fiction Book: A World of Difference
Chapter 3: A Turn of the Tables
By: Katie LaGassie
Chapter 3
Several days had passed since Harry’s trial-ever single one was jam packed full of some sort of hoopla. (painting, wizard work a.k.a. Order work, etc...) When Hermione and Ron found out they were Prefects-mum threw a party-everyone was there:
“Oh Ron, Hermione, I’m so happy for you!” Mum said as she hugged them tightly, “Prefects!” She exclaimed, “That makes everyone in the family!”
I saw Fred and George raise their eyebrows, “What are we three the next door neighbors?” they muttered to me and I couldn’t help but laugh. I knew mum didn’t mean it the way she said it but still they had a point. Neither Fred, George, Ginny, nor I were prefects though I had 2 more years of school and Ginny was too young.
I glanced over at Harry; he looked far from happy as much as I knew he was trying to be. I heard Remus and Sirius mention that James had never been a prefect or anything else like that due to the trouble he was always in and Harry looked a bit happier.
Carmen walked over to Ron and Hermione from where she had been standing talking to Tonks whom had changed her hair to a tomato red color that was some where around mid-section length. She gave them each hugs and talked to them before going over to Harry. “Hey kiddo,” She said brightly, “enjoying yourself?” she asked Harry.
“Yeah,” Harry said after a pause.
Carmen’s coffee brown eyes sparkled, “You sure?” by the tone of her voice I knew she knew the truth. Harry glanced at her but said nothing. She set her eyes on his, “You are a great wizard Harry-we all know that, especially Dumbledore-I’m sure there is a logical explanation...I just don’t know it.” She finished and smiled at Harry in a kindly sister but motherly manor and stood strait. She looked remarkably professional despite her teenager like appearance and attitude, though from the stories I’d heard from Kingsley she was not far from Tonks when it came to abnormal dressing-even at work.
Mad-Eye was rummaging around the kitchen continuously checking for any sign of tracking devices or anything else-Especially boggarts. Several days ago mum had been cleaning upstairs and released the boggart which was being kept in a locked drawer up there, it then began shifting into everyone of the family dying, including Harry and several others including members of the Order such as Tonks, Carmen, Caroline etc…Mum was utterly devastated when Remus came and destroyed it but she seemed some what fine now, though she hasn’t spoken of it since. She has however been trying to get Carmen to go to Romania earlier than the train station drop off in a completely obvious (or at least for me it was) gesture to get her and Charlie closer together…perhaps more than friends? Much to mum’s dismay Carmen stated she was not leaving till she made sure each one of us were safely on the train and off to Hogwarts and everyone else was safely back at Head quarters or their jobs. I couldn’t help but smirk at the memory of when she told mum that, it wasn’t like Carmen to normally stand up to mum but some certain subject she put her foot down, that just happened to be one of them.
Dad tapped his goblet and stood up to make a toast and from then on that night was just crazy, hectic and fun-even Harry looked like he was enjoying himself. That had to be the best thing of all for Harry-he was finally, fully, truly enjoying himself. I smiled and continued to enjoy the evening.
The day of the train ride to Hogwarts came all too soon. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George, Dygon and I all packed quickly-we were all excited to be going back, though Harry felt slightly guilty to be leaving Sirius behind. Caroline had left a few days ago to make sure everything in the Library and Hogwarts was in order, Bill had returned to Egypt temporarily and Carmen was preparing for her return to Romania.
At about 8 A. M Carmen whistled from the base of the stairs and we all, in unison, ran down the stairs while carrying our luggage, "Ah," she smiled, "I just love being powerful." She said over the noise of Mrs. Black’s screaming which we all-somehow- managed to ignore and winked at us. She was dressed in a slightly fancy red tank top, black and grey pin striped knee length a-line skirt, short sleeved mini jacket that came just below her chest, and vibrant neon green heels. It was quite obvious she worked and was friends with Tonks just by the way she was dressed-though it looked quite nice. She popped gum into her mouth and played with the carefully spiral curled hair she had put in a bouncy pony tail with two strands on either side of her face.
"Nice look." Ginny said playfully and smiled as she indicated Carmen’s outfit.
Carmen rolled her eyes in a light teenage like manner, "It'd be better if I didn't have to where the fancy skirt, it makes the outfit look ridiculous." She looked at us, "Any who, you ready?" We all nodded, "Alright, good, leave your luggage here, Moody's taking care of that-" She turned her head to look into the Kitchen, "Mrs. Weasley are you ready?"
Mum hurried in, "Sorry just finishing up some things," She looked at us, fixed our hair and clothing (we all squirmed and fidgeted in dislike but she didn't seem to notice) and then rushed us out the door, Carmen following at the rear right by Harry.
Sirius, in dog form, ran after us, "Merlin," Carmen muttered almost sounding aggravated under her breath but the smile on her face showed her true emotion to the playful behavior. "Sirius," she said lowly as they walked up to a transformed Tonks (she had made herself into an older woman for the walk to the station), "make sure you keep a low profile." The dog looked at her, "Don't you look at me like that," She pointed her finger at him, "If anyone finds out who you are you know what could happen-be careful." She finished as Tonks walked over to her and mum began chewing out Sirius. Carmen looked at Harry who was smiling at Sirius' playfulness, though you could still tell something was bothering him; she rested a hand on his shoulder and bent down towards him, "Everything's going to be alright, Harry, you know that right?" If I didn't know better I'd say the Aurrors and Caroline could read minds like Moody. Harry shook his head lightly. Carmen came in front of him and stopped him, she set her eyes firmly on his, "We are going to make everything alright," she smiled, "soon enough Sirius will be cleared, you and Dumbledore will no longer be discredited, and you will be perfectly happy living with Sirius." She ruffled his hair, "We're going to do our best, Harry." She smiled and stood and began talking to Tonks. Some how I believed there was more than one mistake in her theory, though I knew she was trying her best to be optimistic for Harry's sake I knew she was as troubled as us all by the situations and knew what it would take for everything she said to happen to happen but I did notice it made Harry happier which I supposed is all worth the while. I turned from looking at Harry and surveying his facial expressions to conversing with Ginny while in the background we could hear Harry’s laughing at Sirius.
“When do you leave, Carmen?” Hermione turned and looked at her.
Carmen stopped talking to Tonks-they had been discussing something about men and their occasional obstinate behavior- and turned to Hermione, “Once the train leaves.” She played with her jacket, attempting to make it look right, as she spoke.
“What are you going to do in Romania?” Ginny asked, moving from our conversation and looking at her.
“Well,” Carmen began and I swear Tonks murmured something about kissing someone but I decided not to try and delve into her personal life, “work, tidy up my flat, help out my land lord, Mrs. Hardly, hang out with your brother Charlie- just usual stuff for me.” I knew ‘work’ was code for dark wizard and witch hunting, I had over heard her, Moody and a couple others discussing her duties over in Romania-none of which were simple or safe.
“Charlie?” Ron said as a questioning look came across his face, “I thought he just showed you around when you arrived.”
Carmen shook her head, Tonks murmured again and nudged her arm, and I swore she blushed, “No, we talk often.”
Tonks, still in her older woman form, looked at us, “Quite often-he also visits that much too,” She smiled at Carmen who I swore blushed once more. “he watches her flat too, even when she’s there just to make sure no one apparates in when they aren’t supposed to and hurt her.”
Carmen lightly rolled her eyes, more so resembling a teenager than she did before, “It’s not Charlie’s choice,” She glanced around unsure if she should bring up the topic. “He, the others and Dumbledore agreed on it. We’re all taking precautions.” She said quietly, and held her finger to her lips in silent gesture, “no more talk of this-not here-the opens too dangerous.”
We all nodded and finished out walk in silence. Once at the train station everyone hugged and said good bye over the loud noises, promised to write (as usual) and keep us informed and then we climbed upon the train.
“You’re mother sure is full of love isn’t she, Dragon?” Harry said wiping his cheek from the dozens of kisses she had given him.
Ginny giggled and I smiled from ear to ear, “Yeah she is,” my eyes twinkled, “but I like that.” That was true; I’d rather have her than Harry’s Aunt Petunia.
“I suppose it’s not a bad thing…” Harry trailed off unsure. Ginny lead us to a compartment and we all sat down.
“It’s Loony—” Hermione began but corrected herself, “Luna Lovegood.” She acknowledged the blond haired girl sitting next to me.
Luna glanced at me out of the corner of her dreamy eyes and smiled, “Hi Dragon.” Her mystical and dreamy like voice said.
“Hi,” I said and glanced at the Quibbler; I couldn’t help but smile, when I read it I usually did. Its outrageous stories of creatures that didn’t exist and other such oddities were the best of amusement in this day and age.
Almost immediately Luna, Ginny and I began in on a conversation about the Quibbler and its recent animals featured in it. We were so deep into conversation I barely noticed when Neville joined us.
“W-What are you talking about?” Neville finally asked us.
“Nargles,” Luna said and a bewildered look came across Neville’s face, “they’re talked about in here.” She indicated the Quibbler.
“Neville,” I said excitedly and leaped over Ron to hug him. “It’s wonderful to see you!” I said excitedly as he hugged me back. Neville was not a stranger to me hugging him; I often did it, he was one of my very few guy friends I could do that with.
“It’s wonderful to see you too.” He replied as I sat on his lap and placed his plant pet on my lap to examine it. People had often teased Neville and I about dating-something utterly ridiculous. We were and always have been since 1st year the best of friends, nothing more and nothings less.
For the rest of the train ride I talked with Ginny, Luna and Neville while Hermione, Harry and Ron discussed things I didn’t pay attention to and I doubted they wanted me to know.
It was dark when we arrived at the carriages, the sun was down and the stars and moon had risen high in the sky. The Thestrals stared at us as Luna told Harry he was just as sane as she was-which I knew didn’t really help him any. To over half the school Luna was known as “Loony” Lovegood-which is understandable considering the things she believed but still unfair to call anyone nevertheless. Though she doesn’t seem bothered by it-or by people taking her things, she believed it a game and by the end of the year they’d be return-course if they didn’t Ginny and I usually went in search of the culprits and got back her items for her in time for her to pack them and leave on the train. I guess Ginny and I kind of tend to look out for her in things like that though, Luna was tougher than some would think. She was smart and brave and I knew she was quite clever and could do anything she put her mind to-considering she was in ravenclaw.
The ride to the castle was fast, or so it seemed. Neville and I discussed Herbology-his favorite subject- while Luna and Ginny discussed Nargles, other such mythical creatures and of course- pudding and Harry, Ron and Hermione sat quietly almost believing the rest of us critically insane. That was a thought that made me smile-the though of Hermione, Harry and Ron believing the lot of us critically insane was simply amusing to me, seeing as it wasn’t that hard to picture.
It’s was very dark and cool when we arrived at Hogwarts Castle and you could hear the owls and other such creatures in the forbidden forest becoming active as the light faded. Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Neville, Luna and I got our things and entered Hogwarts-it felt so good to be back. After the past months I had wanted nothing more than to get away.
We entered the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. “Where did you go?” I asked Dygon while slapping him lightly on the shoulder, “You ditched us.”
Dygon laughed, “I didn’t do it on purpose-I lost you guys in the crowd but I found Nathaniel, Fred, George and Lee so I sat with them.” I pretend to look hurt and he smiled, “I promise next time we’re in a crowd you can loose me.”
I jokingly stuck out my tongue but smiled, Dygon was like my cousin and if Caroline and Percy ever worked things out, Percy leveled his head and they got married Dygon would be my cousin. I sighed jokingly, “Alright, it’s a deal.”
Dygon smirked as sorting began before Dumbledore stood and began to give his usual speech. Course Dumbledore’s speeches were usually far from normal but this was beyond his normally unusual speeches. As he spoke all my muscles tensed, as if something was not right; something wasn’t right. There was a tone in his voice, one I was not used to hearing from his mouth-it was not calm and cheerful; it was grave and uptight. Far too serious for his usual self.
Ron glanced at me and I knew he knew how tense I was-he leaned in from his seat across me to ask if I was alright but he never got the chance. Dumbledore introduced Dolores Jane Umbridge as high inquisitor to Hogwarts and my throat dried as anger boiled within me. She was from the Ministry. Harry had told me about her, she was at his trial.
“That’s her,” Harry said leaning in to Ron, Hermione, Dygon, Ginny and I, “That’s the woman who was at my trail.” I looked over at Dolores. She was a sickly sweet woman (kind of reminded me of Fleur in that way) but there was something about her- something that made me want to cringe. It was like being around a dementor, I wanted nothing more than to take out my wand and defend myself. “She works for Fudge.”
Carmen rolled her eyes in a light teenage like manner, "It'd be better if I didn't have to where the fancy skirt, it makes the outfit look ridiculous." She looked at us, "Any who, you ready?" We all nodded, "Alright, good, leave your luggage here, Moody's taking care of that-" She turned her head to look into the Kitchen, "Mrs. Weasley are you ready?"
Mum hurried in, "Sorry just finishing up some things," She looked at us, fixed our hair and clothing (we all squirmed and fidgeted in dislike but she didn't seem to notice) and then rushed us out the door, Carmen following at the rear right by Harry.
Sirius, in dog form, ran after us, "Merlin," Carmen muttered almost sounding aggravated under her breath but the smile on her face showed her true emotion to the playful behavior. "Sirius," she said lowly as they walked up to a transformed Tonks (she had made herself into an older woman for the walk to the station), "make sure you keep a low profile." The dog looked at her, "Don't you look at me like that," She pointed her finger at him, "If anyone finds out who you are you know what could happen-be careful." She finished as Tonks walked over to her and mum began chewing out Sirius. Carmen looked at Harry who was smiling at Sirius' playfulness, though you could still tell something was bothering him; she rested a hand on his shoulder and bent down towards him, "Everything's going to be alright, Harry, you know that right?" If I didn't know better I'd say the Aurrors and Caroline could read minds like Moody. Harry shook his head lightly. Carmen came in front of him and stopped him, she set her eyes firmly on his, "We are going to make everything alright," she smiled, "soon enough Sirius will be cleared, you and Dumbledore will no longer be discredited, and you will be perfectly happy living with Sirius." She ruffled his hair, "We're going to do our best, Harry." She smiled and stood and began talking to Tonks. Some how I believed there was more than one mistake in her theory, though I knew she was trying her best to be optimistic for Harry's sake I knew she was as troubled as us all by the situations and knew what it would take for everything she said to happen to happen but I did notice it made Harry happier which I supposed is all worth the while. I turned from looking at Harry and surveying his facial expressions to conversing with Ginny while in the background we could hear Harry’s laughing at Sirius.
“When do you leave, Carmen?” Hermione turned and looked at her.
Carmen stopped talking to Tonks-they had been discussing something about men and their occasional obstinate behavior- and turned to Hermione, “Once the train leaves.” She played with her jacket, attempting to make it look right, as she spoke.
“What are you going to do in Romania?” Ginny asked, moving from our conversation and looking at her.
“Well,” Carmen began and I swear Tonks murmured something about kissing someone but I decided not to try and delve into her personal life, “work, tidy up my flat, help out my land lord, Mrs. Hardly, hang out with your brother Charlie- just usual stuff for me.” I knew ‘work’ was code for dark wizard and witch hunting, I had over heard her, Moody and a couple others discussing her duties over in Romania-none of which were simple or safe.
“Charlie?” Ron said as a questioning look came across his face, “I thought he just showed you around when you arrived.”
Carmen shook her head, Tonks murmured again and nudged her arm, and I swore she blushed, “No, we talk often.”
Tonks, still in her older woman form, looked at us, “Quite often-he also visits that much too,” She smiled at Carmen who I swore blushed once more. “he watches her flat too, even when she’s there just to make sure no one apparates in when they aren’t supposed to and hurt her.”
Carmen lightly rolled her eyes, more so resembling a teenager than she did before, “It’s not Charlie’s choice,” She glanced around unsure if she should bring up the topic. “He, the others and Dumbledore agreed on it. We’re all taking precautions.” She said quietly, and held her finger to her lips in silent gesture, “no more talk of this-not here-the opens too dangerous.”
We all nodded and finished out walk in silence. Once at the train station everyone hugged and said good bye over the loud noises, promised to write (as usual) and keep us informed and then we climbed upon the train.
“You’re mother sure is full of love isn’t she, Dragon?” Harry said wiping his cheek from the dozens of kisses she had given him.
Ginny giggled and I smiled from ear to ear, “Yeah she is,” my eyes twinkled, “but I like that.” That was true; I’d rather have her than Harry’s Aunt Petunia.
“I suppose it’s not a bad thing…” Harry trailed off unsure. Ginny lead us to a compartment and we all sat down.
“It’s Loony—” Hermione began but corrected herself, “Luna Lovegood.” She acknowledged the blond haired girl sitting next to me.
Luna glanced at me out of the corner of her dreamy eyes and smiled, “Hi Dragon.” Her mystical and dreamy like voice said.
“Hi,” I said and glanced at the Quibbler; I couldn’t help but smile, when I read it I usually did. Its outrageous stories of creatures that didn’t exist and other such oddities were the best of amusement in this day and age.
Almost immediately Luna, Ginny and I began in on a conversation about the Quibbler and its recent animals featured in it. We were so deep into conversation I barely noticed when Neville joined us.
“W-What are you talking about?” Neville finally asked us.
“Nargles,” Luna said and a bewildered look came across Neville’s face, “they’re talked about in here.” She indicated the Quibbler.
“Neville,” I said excitedly and leaped over Ron to hug him. “It’s wonderful to see you!” I said excitedly as he hugged me back. Neville was not a stranger to me hugging him; I often did it, he was one of my very few guy friends I could do that with.
“It’s wonderful to see you too.” He replied as I sat on his lap and placed his plant pet on my lap to examine it. People had often teased Neville and I about dating-something utterly ridiculous. We were and always have been since 1st year the best of friends, nothing more and nothings less.
For the rest of the train ride I talked with Ginny, Luna and Neville while Hermione, Harry and Ron discussed things I didn’t pay attention to and I doubted they wanted me to know.
It was dark when we arrived at the carriages, the sun was down and the stars and moon had risen high in the sky. The Thestrals stared at us as Luna told Harry he was just as sane as she was-which I knew didn’t really help him any. To over half the school Luna was known as “Loony” Lovegood-which is understandable considering the things she believed but still unfair to call anyone nevertheless. Though she doesn’t seem bothered by it-or by people taking her things, she believed it a game and by the end of the year they’d be return-course if they didn’t Ginny and I usually went in search of the culprits and got back her items for her in time for her to pack them and leave on the train. I guess Ginny and I kind of tend to look out for her in things like that though, Luna was tougher than some would think. She was smart and brave and I knew she was quite clever and could do anything she put her mind to-considering she was in ravenclaw.
The ride to the castle was fast, or so it seemed. Neville and I discussed Herbology-his favorite subject- while Luna and Ginny discussed Nargles, other such mythical creatures and of course- pudding and Harry, Ron and Hermione sat quietly almost believing the rest of us critically insane. That was a thought that made me smile-the though of Hermione, Harry and Ron believing the lot of us critically insane was simply amusing to me, seeing as it wasn’t that hard to picture.
It’s was very dark and cool when we arrived at Hogwarts Castle and you could hear the owls and other such creatures in the forbidden forest becoming active as the light faded. Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Neville, Luna and I got our things and entered Hogwarts-it felt so good to be back. After the past months I had wanted nothing more than to get away.
We entered the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. “Where did you go?” I asked Dygon while slapping him lightly on the shoulder, “You ditched us.”
Dygon laughed, “I didn’t do it on purpose-I lost you guys in the crowd but I found Nathaniel, Fred, George and Lee so I sat with them.” I pretend to look hurt and he smiled, “I promise next time we’re in a crowd you can loose me.”
I jokingly stuck out my tongue but smiled, Dygon was like my cousin and if Caroline and Percy ever worked things out, Percy leveled his head and they got married Dygon would be my cousin. I sighed jokingly, “Alright, it’s a deal.”
Dygon smirked as sorting began before Dumbledore stood and began to give his usual speech. Course Dumbledore’s speeches were usually far from normal but this was beyond his normally unusual speeches. As he spoke all my muscles tensed, as if something was not right; something wasn’t right. There was a tone in his voice, one I was not used to hearing from his mouth-it was not calm and cheerful; it was grave and uptight. Far too serious for his usual self.
Ron glanced at me and I knew he knew how tense I was-he leaned in from his seat across me to ask if I was alright but he never got the chance. Dumbledore introduced Dolores Jane Umbridge as high inquisitor to Hogwarts and my throat dried as anger boiled within me. She was from the Ministry. Harry had told me about her, she was at his trial.
“That’s her,” Harry said leaning in to Ron, Hermione, Dygon, Ginny and I, “That’s the woman who was at my trail.” I looked over at Dolores. She was a sickly sweet woman (kind of reminded me of Fleur in that way) but there was something about her- something that made me want to cringe. It was like being around a dementor, I wanted nothing more than to take out my wand and defend myself. “She works for Fudge.”
“That witch?” Dygon said and I heard the disgusted tone in his voice. “She wears anymore pink and she’ll look like Barbie’s new best friend ‘High Inquisitor woman’.” At this we all snickered. Dygon had a way of lightening almost any uptight situation. His home life was anything but light so the ability of having to lighten moods wasn’t one hard to achieve by he and his siblings. Even though they had senses of humor they were quite different-fact is the whole family was quite different from one another.
Caroline, his older sister (the only girl in the family) is Percy’s age and a former Ravenclaw. She’s quiet and reserved, much so the shy type though she’s extremely smart and intelligent, McGonagal once told me that Caroline could have been an Aurror if she choose to but the comfort and protection of Hogwarts walls and books called to Caroline more than such a job. She isn’t the person to take action in violence to solve a problem so it slightly surprised me that she was on the Order but I know Dumbledore trusts her and knows that she’d do anything to help him, her family, friends, Hogwarts, the faculty, and the students.
Nathaniel, one of his three older brothers is Fred and George’s age. He’s the only sibling to ever rest in Slytherin-why he’s there still makes no sense to me. He’s a jokester and best friends with Fred, George, and Lee Jordon. If one gets detention you can be sure the others have it too. What Nathaniel does when he leaves school is an utter mystery to me. Most of all he spends any spare time of his with his Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff buddies being the “Malfoy police” Merlin bless him.
Aleah, a pureblood and a former Hufflepuff, was Dygon’s mother; she had been murdered when Dygon was 4 and seeing as his father wasn’t and isn’t very loving his older siblings took him under their wing. She was a kind, timid, loving and fragile witch-out of all the children she much resembled Caroline.
Snare, a pureblood as well and a former Slytherin, is Dygon’s father. He’s cruel in nature, he is not loving or caring-not even toward his own children and Dygon claims to have had him try and kill him before (could he be exaggerating or lying? If so-why?). Snare works within the Ministry close to the Minister though I am not aware of what his job status is. He is controlling and has, more than once, attempted to keep his children from coming to Hogwarts. Odd man huh?
Andy was the eldest of the siblings, an Aurror and a former member of Gryffindor just like Dygon. He was quite a bit older than Dygon; he was about 27 when Dygon was 12. Andy was the strength of his siblings after their mum died he was the one who took everyone under his wing. Though his usually serious and kind attitude he also had a heavy sense of humor which he left out often, especially around us and his siblings. On the 2nd day of Hogwarts in Dygon’s 3rd year he got a note telling him Andy have been killed in an Aurror accident. Nothing more, nothing less. It crushed the whole family-except Snare.
Then there left one more. Tommy. Tommy is the same age as my brother Charlie and is a former Hufflepuff. He is kind and sensitive; he’s kind of the soft one-even softer than Caroline even though that doesn’t seem possibly. He got a job within the Ministry that aloud him to travel so he could stay with Andy and his family as he got older and when Andy went on more Aurror adventures he could help out Caroline and Nathaniel. Many believed Tommy a coward do to certain actions such as after his brother’s death. After Andy’s murder Tommy took off, he ran away to Australia saying that the house, London and everywhere else had far too many memories of Andy for him to stay without it hurting. He still keeps in touch and makes sure they’re doing alright; he hasn’t come back since Andy died. That may however change, Dygon said Caroline and Tommy were talking one night and they were talking about how Tommy may urgently come to the London area to take care of some important business. By the way Dygon worded it, it sound social. Family oriented maybe? Or Friend?
“I do not doubt that,” Harry said agreeing with Dygon on Dolores’ outfit. “It’s atrocious.”
“Who wears that much pink?” Ginny spoke up, “Something’s got to be wrong with her.”
I surveyed Dolores with my eyes as she spoke, I clenched my jaw as I felt her fighting against my tries at entering her mind and it was tiring-battling for ones mind or mind control is not an easy matter, it takes a lot of strength. She swooped her gaze down upon me. She knew who I was-the whole Ministry did. I was of no secret. “There is.” I kept my eyes on Dolores making up my mind towards her not that it took much effort. “I don’t like her.”
“Why would you?” Ron said and Hermione whacked him.
“You never know, Ron, you can’t always go on first impressions,” She turned to me and I knew what was coming, “Why don’t you like her? How do you know you don’t?”
I glanced at Hermione I probably should have told her long ago about who and what I was and the abilities I obtained. But I didn’t. “I just do know, there’s something about her that makes me cringe-it’s an awful sensation.” A chill went down my spine but I kept from shivering. “I don’t like it.”
“I know what you mean.” Both Harry and Dygon spoke flatly at the same time but I knew it was about two different instances. They glanced at each other and smirked. Dygon and Harry were quite close, as close as Harry was to Hermione and Ron. Now that’s saying something.
I smirked but turned my attention to the teacher and staff table, none of them seemed pleased with Dolores-probably about the fact that the Ministry was invading Hogwarts. Hogwarts was not their business; they should’ve just butted out. Caroline was sitting between Minerva and Hagrid; they seemed to be whispering between each other while shooting glances to Dolores and Dumbledore. They obviously didn’t think this was going to turn out well. I had taken to paying close attention to how people acted to know what they were thinking and feeling considering Dumbledore had strictly told me not to read minds too often, it opens me up to Voldemort. Good old Moldy Shorts. Ugh.
Dumbledore soon had Dolores take her seat and then continued his speech. He soon finished and we ate our usual feast and talked with out friends. Dean told me he had spent most of the summer at summer camps and Seamus had spent most of the summer being antagonized by his mother about Harry. Neville had spent most of the summer creating a garden in his grandmother’s yard, Athena (Andrew Wood’s girlfriend-he’s our Quidditch Captain) spent most of her time taking care of and playing with her animals and helping out at animal shelters, Andrew and Christopher (Wood) visited their older brother, Oliver and stayed with him for a good portion of the summer, Luna helped her dad with the Quibbler, Collin took a ton of pictures (he showed me every one or them) and Nathaniel and Lee spent the summer at Lee’s house mainly-with the occasional visit to or from Fred and George. All in all our friends had an active summer-which is a good thing.
Soon the feast was over and we all headed up to the common rooms, “I am not looking forward to Potions tomorrow.” Harry said grimly and I just smirked.
“I promise, Harry, I’ll make sure to get detention to keep you company.” I tried to keep a straight face as I spoke, the truth was I knew I was lucky to have stepped a foot into Hogwarts and not already have a detention. I swear Snape was out to get me.
“You’ll make good on that promise.” Dean commented and lightly nudged my arm, I couldn’t help but laugh. He knew me far too well.
I nodded and Harry spoke up, “I’ve never had a detention she was not in.”
“She takes after,” Ron began but didn’t continue, he just made it seem like his train of thought slip but I knew who he was talking about, Sirius. I did have the mischief Sirius had but I tended to follow the rules better than he did. I had more self control.
“I’m not helping you two with your homework this year,” Hermione said to Ron and Harry, “You’re on your own, it’s O.W.L.S. this year and I don’t want to be responsible for your passing if you shouldn’t have.” She paused, “Not that you won’t pass, I’m just saying.”
“We’ll just die, that’s alright.” Harry said sounding sarcastic.
“I’d say I’d help but….have you seen my grades?” Dygon said with a slight smirk. Failing or passing really didn’t matter to him all he cared was he was away from his father and close to his friends and other family. “I’m afraid I wouldn’t be much help.”
“True.” Harry said and Dygon shoved him light and both began laughing. I swear Harry was running a temperature he was actually acting happy now-a-days. When he first arrived at number 12 Grimmauld place he was extremely mad and upset and now he was happy, truly happy.
Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Dygon went on talking to our friends about the things they did over the summer, cleverly made up stories. We were sworn to secrecy about the Order, their work, and their location for security reasons, of course.
“Ms. Weasley.” McGonagall’s voice came from behind the group of us. We all stopped and Ginny and I turned, McGonagall was walking towards us, she adjusted her glasses and locked between us before extending her finger towards me, “Meygan, come with me.”
I heard whispers behind me and couldn’t help but know what they were thinking. How could I be in trouble already? “Yes professor.” I lightly waved and walked off quickly.
“Albus wishes to speak with you immediately.” McGonagall’s lips barely moved as she spoke. “He should have awhile ago.” I glanced at her and she looked at me and patted my back at we walked, “You aren’t in trouble; wipe that guilty look off your face, Meygan Ann.”
I ducked my head, I didn’t mean to seem guilty and usually I could hide my expressions but I had thought I had done something wrong. Apparently not. Why else Dumbledore would wish to seem me was of a mystery to me, though? Not like I sit down at night and drink tea with him usually, he’s my headmaster-okay so we were a little closer than headmaster and student but still-why would he wish to see me unless I had done something wrong? Perhaps he was telling me not to do something wrong. The list of reasons was surprisingly endless.
We arrived up at Dumbledore’s office door within minutes, “Alright,” McGonagal said after opening the doors, “I’ll be up soon, you go now.” She lightly pushed me towards the door and I climbed onto the stairs, I had a dreaded feeling hanging over me. I don’t like dreaded feelings.
The stairs stopped and the doors open, I was directly in front of Dumbledore’s desk. I stepped out and onto his office floor and the doors shut behind me. Dumbledore looked up at me and locked his eyes with mine in a cut-throat hold, “Please take a seat, Meygan.” A seat appeared in front of him and he pointed to it.
I hesitated but moved forward, something didn’t feel right. “Please do move along, Ms…..Ms Weasley.” I froze. I didn’t turn, I just froze, I was staring straight over Dumbledore’s head. I didn’t want to look at the owner of the voice. “There are matters to discuss.” Dolores Umbridge walked out from the side of me to in front of me and took a seat next to mine. Next to mine. I felt like I was gonna hurl.
I looked at Dumbledore who nodded for me to sit down and then I shot my eyes at Dolores before sitting down next to her. Sitting next to her felt horrible. “Has everything been alright, Meygan?” Dumbledore asked me and locked eyes with me once more. I began to nod but soon realized what he was talking about…..my dreams. This had to be about the last thing I wanted to discuss with Dolores Umbridge around if Harry didn’t like her first and then I didn’t like her there had to be something wrong with her.
“Yes.” I spoke softly, Umbridge was breathing down my neck and it was uncomfortable.
“Dear girl,” Her voice a shrill of joyful terror, “Don’t lie,” I blinked, what was she my mother? “We know the truth.” That was a creepy thought, the last thing I wanted was the ministry knowing my business. “Tell us about these dreams of yours.”
My heart nearly stopped as I sat down; why would Dumbledore tell her such things? Mum and Dad didn’t want anyone outside of family and the Order knowing. How could Dumbledore tell them? After everything the Ministry’s doing to him, why would he ‘rat me out’ per say? “They really aren’t anything.” I really didn’t want to discuss this in the room with Dolores Umbridge or the man whom I thought I could trust but apparently was wrong about. “Just dreams, you know the usual unicorns and fairies.” I shrugged.
Dumbledore eyed me, “Meygan Ann, please do cooperate, this is important business.” ‘Yes my business’ I thought.
“I am cooperating.” I said sternly and leaned back into my chair with my arms crossed. If he thought I was going to cooperate they way they wanted he had another thing coming.
“Why do they cause you to loose sleep if they’re nothing?” Dolores’ sickly sweet tone was directed at me.
I narrowed my eyes and focused at the dark wood grain of Dumbledore’s desk. The only two people that I was aware of knowing about that detail of my ‘dreams’ were Ron and Harry. Neither of them would rat on me…not that I was aware of anyway. “I don’t loose sleep, I just wake up earlier.” Okay that was not a total lie, I just stretched the truth and twisted it with a lie. Dumbledore eyed me, “Meygan Ann,” he began but his office door opened and Minerva and several of the Hogwarts staff members entered.
“Sorry,” Caroline’s gentle voice came from the farthest corner of the group, “we got hung up.” I didn’t turn to look at her, I was afraid I’d glare and make her think I was mad at her. She walked over and rested her hands on my shoulders, it was a comforting gesture and it was also a relaxing one. “You wouldn’t mind recapping would you?”
“Not at all,” Dumbledore moved his gaze from my eyes to hers and back to mine as a smile etched his lips. “We were talking about Meygan’s,” he paused, “…dreams….”
I could feel eyes rest of me and I shuddered on the inside, each stare had a different intensity. “Do tell.” Professor Snape’s drawl was noticeable in the dead silence.
“She’s been having dreams, about dark nature that have been disturbing her sleep.” Dolores spoke and looked at me; I was still glaring at the wood. “Though she denies it.” The last bit of her tone was almost bitter; I gritted my teeth.
I heard a soothing cooing sound come from Caroline’s throat, it was a sound only loud enough for I to hear and she put a hand on the top of my head and lightly stroked the gentle waves. It was a moment before she spoke, “Dark nature, really? Hmmm….” Her voice was an odd, unfamiliar tone it seemed to lash harshly at Dumbledore and Dolores but turn gentle around me. Like she knew exactly what they were talking about. She rubbed my head again and I glanced at the hand still on my shoulder to notice that it was laced with fresh scars as if she’d recently rolled in a thorn bush. “I believe you got your information wrong,” Caroline placed the hand on my shoulder again, “I’ve spent the summer with the Weasley’s and I spend a lot of time with the children here, I know every secret the hold-I assure you she has no such dreams or lack of sleep.” I had never once heard Caroline lie and I had to admit I was impressed, I never pictured her lying, ever.
“But Professor Dumbledore said,” Dolores began but Caroline cut her off, her tone irritated.
“The information was mis-read.” She paused, “If you and Dragon would leave the rest of the staff and I alone I believe I could clear things up and then I’d be more than willing to tell you what happened and what is really going on.” I looked up as she ended and noticed that Caroline and a picture perfect smile on her face as she looked at Dolores.
Dolores gave an irritated sound and stood, “Fine but I suggest you clear it up quickly, the Ministry will want answer and will want them fast.” She looked at me as she walked off, “We’ve got our eye on you.” Her voice was so quiet I guess no one but I heard her as the door shut behind her.
The room was silent for awhile, “I’ll take her back to the common room.” Caroline said as she finished musing with my hair once more, “I’ll be back in less than five minutes,” She patted my arm and turned to the door, “Come along, Dragon.”
I stood and quickly followed her out; I wanted nothing more than to leave that room. “You lied.” I said once we were far from the door way to Dumbledore’s office.
Caroline laughed, stopped and turned to look at me, her golden-blue eyes looked tired, “It’s not that unusual.” She smiled; her face had the same marks as her hands. “It’s human nature to lie at some point in your life.”
“Why’d you do that?” I asked as her and I began walking again.
“I dislike her as much as you already do, Dragon,” She tucked her head behind her ears, “plus I’d like to know how she knows, and why he told her.” She looked at me again, “I’m sure you and your family would like to know the same.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.” I muttered as we walked along the hall.
Caroline smiled, “Try to perk up, we’ll clear everything up don’t worry, it’s gonna look like one big mistake. Trust me.” She patted my hand and was silent the rest of the way.
Once we arrived at the portrait of the fat lady I turned and looked at her. “Thanks,” I said and went to turn back.
“Wait.” Caroline said and I turned back, “I want to talk to you.” She patted the railing beside her as she sat on it herself. “Ron and your parents told most of the Order and I about your dreams, as you know.” I sat down and she looked at me, “Are they still bothering you?”
I hesitated before nodding, “Yes, I’m still having them often and to be truthful I haven’t been sleeping more than 2 or 3 hours a night.”
Caroline’s brow furred and she turned away from me a thoughtful expression on her face. “Have you tried blocking it?”
“I’m a sleep.”
“True,” She swung her feet around like a three-year-old as she chewed her lip thoughtfully, “You have no control over it?”
“Well especially not when I’m sleeping.”
Caroline’s eyes widened and she looked at me, “It happens when you’re awake?”
I blinked, “Mum didn’t tell you?”
“No.” She said and curled her legs up on the banister while dangerously balancing on it, “This is serious, Dragon,” she chewed her lip, “if Tonks and them are right,” she lowered her alright quiet voice to almost a whisper, “Voldemort is tapping within your mind, he’s getting into your head and seeing what he wants and,” she paused placing thoughts together, “what it sounds like is you go into his mind or others he’s torturing.” She glanced at me, “He’s using you and it’s dangerous. You know that.” She rubbed her neck thoughtfully, “Have you tried Occlumancy?”
I shook my head, “No,”
“I’ll talk to Albus about that.” She slipped childly off the banister and onto the ground, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” She patted my hand and smiled, “I’ll let you know how things go but I can assure you, it’ll be fine, I promise.” Her eyes twinkled and seemed to liven as she turned and walked down the stairs and into the darkness.
I stayed outside the portrait for awhile thinking. ‘If Voldemort was using Harry why would he need me? Why was Dolores here? Why was Caroline so scratched up? And what is up with Dumbledore?’ I thought quietly to myself as I sat on the cold floor. I wasn’t looking foreword to sleeping nor did I expect to get much sleep but I was tired. I leaned my head against the cool brick and closed my eyes as sharp knife-like pain and burning raged my right arm as usual, I rubbed the spot where it hurt the most and felt the twisting of skin harder and winced as pain seered my body. Of all the things a metamorph could do they could not shield the design or the pain of the Dark Mark. It was a scar thoughs certain individuals would have to live with. Forever.
Caroline, his older sister (the only girl in the family) is Percy’s age and a former Ravenclaw. She’s quiet and reserved, much so the shy type though she’s extremely smart and intelligent, McGonagal once told me that Caroline could have been an Aurror if she choose to but the comfort and protection of Hogwarts walls and books called to Caroline more than such a job. She isn’t the person to take action in violence to solve a problem so it slightly surprised me that she was on the Order but I know Dumbledore trusts her and knows that she’d do anything to help him, her family, friends, Hogwarts, the faculty, and the students.
Nathaniel, one of his three older brothers is Fred and George’s age. He’s the only sibling to ever rest in Slytherin-why he’s there still makes no sense to me. He’s a jokester and best friends with Fred, George, and Lee Jordon. If one gets detention you can be sure the others have it too. What Nathaniel does when he leaves school is an utter mystery to me. Most of all he spends any spare time of his with his Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff buddies being the “Malfoy police” Merlin bless him.
Aleah, a pureblood and a former Hufflepuff, was Dygon’s mother; she had been murdered when Dygon was 4 and seeing as his father wasn’t and isn’t very loving his older siblings took him under their wing. She was a kind, timid, loving and fragile witch-out of all the children she much resembled Caroline.
Snare, a pureblood as well and a former Slytherin, is Dygon’s father. He’s cruel in nature, he is not loving or caring-not even toward his own children and Dygon claims to have had him try and kill him before (could he be exaggerating or lying? If so-why?). Snare works within the Ministry close to the Minister though I am not aware of what his job status is. He is controlling and has, more than once, attempted to keep his children from coming to Hogwarts. Odd man huh?
Andy was the eldest of the siblings, an Aurror and a former member of Gryffindor just like Dygon. He was quite a bit older than Dygon; he was about 27 when Dygon was 12. Andy was the strength of his siblings after their mum died he was the one who took everyone under his wing. Though his usually serious and kind attitude he also had a heavy sense of humor which he left out often, especially around us and his siblings. On the 2nd day of Hogwarts in Dygon’s 3rd year he got a note telling him Andy have been killed in an Aurror accident. Nothing more, nothing less. It crushed the whole family-except Snare.
Then there left one more. Tommy. Tommy is the same age as my brother Charlie and is a former Hufflepuff. He is kind and sensitive; he’s kind of the soft one-even softer than Caroline even though that doesn’t seem possibly. He got a job within the Ministry that aloud him to travel so he could stay with Andy and his family as he got older and when Andy went on more Aurror adventures he could help out Caroline and Nathaniel. Many believed Tommy a coward do to certain actions such as after his brother’s death. After Andy’s murder Tommy took off, he ran away to Australia saying that the house, London and everywhere else had far too many memories of Andy for him to stay without it hurting. He still keeps in touch and makes sure they’re doing alright; he hasn’t come back since Andy died. That may however change, Dygon said Caroline and Tommy were talking one night and they were talking about how Tommy may urgently come to the London area to take care of some important business. By the way Dygon worded it, it sound social. Family oriented maybe? Or Friend?
“I do not doubt that,” Harry said agreeing with Dygon on Dolores’ outfit. “It’s atrocious.”
“Who wears that much pink?” Ginny spoke up, “Something’s got to be wrong with her.”
I surveyed Dolores with my eyes as she spoke, I clenched my jaw as I felt her fighting against my tries at entering her mind and it was tiring-battling for ones mind or mind control is not an easy matter, it takes a lot of strength. She swooped her gaze down upon me. She knew who I was-the whole Ministry did. I was of no secret. “There is.” I kept my eyes on Dolores making up my mind towards her not that it took much effort. “I don’t like her.”
“Why would you?” Ron said and Hermione whacked him.
“You never know, Ron, you can’t always go on first impressions,” She turned to me and I knew what was coming, “Why don’t you like her? How do you know you don’t?”
I glanced at Hermione I probably should have told her long ago about who and what I was and the abilities I obtained. But I didn’t. “I just do know, there’s something about her that makes me cringe-it’s an awful sensation.” A chill went down my spine but I kept from shivering. “I don’t like it.”
“I know what you mean.” Both Harry and Dygon spoke flatly at the same time but I knew it was about two different instances. They glanced at each other and smirked. Dygon and Harry were quite close, as close as Harry was to Hermione and Ron. Now that’s saying something.
I smirked but turned my attention to the teacher and staff table, none of them seemed pleased with Dolores-probably about the fact that the Ministry was invading Hogwarts. Hogwarts was not their business; they should’ve just butted out. Caroline was sitting between Minerva and Hagrid; they seemed to be whispering between each other while shooting glances to Dolores and Dumbledore. They obviously didn’t think this was going to turn out well. I had taken to paying close attention to how people acted to know what they were thinking and feeling considering Dumbledore had strictly told me not to read minds too often, it opens me up to Voldemort. Good old Moldy Shorts. Ugh.
Dumbledore soon had Dolores take her seat and then continued his speech. He soon finished and we ate our usual feast and talked with out friends. Dean told me he had spent most of the summer at summer camps and Seamus had spent most of the summer being antagonized by his mother about Harry. Neville had spent most of the summer creating a garden in his grandmother’s yard, Athena (Andrew Wood’s girlfriend-he’s our Quidditch Captain) spent most of her time taking care of and playing with her animals and helping out at animal shelters, Andrew and Christopher (Wood) visited their older brother, Oliver and stayed with him for a good portion of the summer, Luna helped her dad with the Quibbler, Collin took a ton of pictures (he showed me every one or them) and Nathaniel and Lee spent the summer at Lee’s house mainly-with the occasional visit to or from Fred and George. All in all our friends had an active summer-which is a good thing.
Soon the feast was over and we all headed up to the common rooms, “I am not looking forward to Potions tomorrow.” Harry said grimly and I just smirked.
“I promise, Harry, I’ll make sure to get detention to keep you company.” I tried to keep a straight face as I spoke, the truth was I knew I was lucky to have stepped a foot into Hogwarts and not already have a detention. I swear Snape was out to get me.
“You’ll make good on that promise.” Dean commented and lightly nudged my arm, I couldn’t help but laugh. He knew me far too well.
I nodded and Harry spoke up, “I’ve never had a detention she was not in.”
“She takes after,” Ron began but didn’t continue, he just made it seem like his train of thought slip but I knew who he was talking about, Sirius. I did have the mischief Sirius had but I tended to follow the rules better than he did. I had more self control.
“I’m not helping you two with your homework this year,” Hermione said to Ron and Harry, “You’re on your own, it’s O.W.L.S. this year and I don’t want to be responsible for your passing if you shouldn’t have.” She paused, “Not that you won’t pass, I’m just saying.”
“We’ll just die, that’s alright.” Harry said sounding sarcastic.
“I’d say I’d help but….have you seen my grades?” Dygon said with a slight smirk. Failing or passing really didn’t matter to him all he cared was he was away from his father and close to his friends and other family. “I’m afraid I wouldn’t be much help.”
“True.” Harry said and Dygon shoved him light and both began laughing. I swear Harry was running a temperature he was actually acting happy now-a-days. When he first arrived at number 12 Grimmauld place he was extremely mad and upset and now he was happy, truly happy.
Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Dygon went on talking to our friends about the things they did over the summer, cleverly made up stories. We were sworn to secrecy about the Order, their work, and their location for security reasons, of course.
“Ms. Weasley.” McGonagall’s voice came from behind the group of us. We all stopped and Ginny and I turned, McGonagall was walking towards us, she adjusted her glasses and locked between us before extending her finger towards me, “Meygan, come with me.”
I heard whispers behind me and couldn’t help but know what they were thinking. How could I be in trouble already? “Yes professor.” I lightly waved and walked off quickly.
“Albus wishes to speak with you immediately.” McGonagall’s lips barely moved as she spoke. “He should have awhile ago.” I glanced at her and she looked at me and patted my back at we walked, “You aren’t in trouble; wipe that guilty look off your face, Meygan Ann.”
I ducked my head, I didn’t mean to seem guilty and usually I could hide my expressions but I had thought I had done something wrong. Apparently not. Why else Dumbledore would wish to seem me was of a mystery to me, though? Not like I sit down at night and drink tea with him usually, he’s my headmaster-okay so we were a little closer than headmaster and student but still-why would he wish to see me unless I had done something wrong? Perhaps he was telling me not to do something wrong. The list of reasons was surprisingly endless.
We arrived up at Dumbledore’s office door within minutes, “Alright,” McGonagal said after opening the doors, “I’ll be up soon, you go now.” She lightly pushed me towards the door and I climbed onto the stairs, I had a dreaded feeling hanging over me. I don’t like dreaded feelings.
The stairs stopped and the doors open, I was directly in front of Dumbledore’s desk. I stepped out and onto his office floor and the doors shut behind me. Dumbledore looked up at me and locked his eyes with mine in a cut-throat hold, “Please take a seat, Meygan.” A seat appeared in front of him and he pointed to it.
I hesitated but moved forward, something didn’t feel right. “Please do move along, Ms…..Ms Weasley.” I froze. I didn’t turn, I just froze, I was staring straight over Dumbledore’s head. I didn’t want to look at the owner of the voice. “There are matters to discuss.” Dolores Umbridge walked out from the side of me to in front of me and took a seat next to mine. Next to mine. I felt like I was gonna hurl.
I looked at Dumbledore who nodded for me to sit down and then I shot my eyes at Dolores before sitting down next to her. Sitting next to her felt horrible. “Has everything been alright, Meygan?” Dumbledore asked me and locked eyes with me once more. I began to nod but soon realized what he was talking about…..my dreams. This had to be about the last thing I wanted to discuss with Dolores Umbridge around if Harry didn’t like her first and then I didn’t like her there had to be something wrong with her.
“Yes.” I spoke softly, Umbridge was breathing down my neck and it was uncomfortable.
“Dear girl,” Her voice a shrill of joyful terror, “Don’t lie,” I blinked, what was she my mother? “We know the truth.” That was a creepy thought, the last thing I wanted was the ministry knowing my business. “Tell us about these dreams of yours.”
My heart nearly stopped as I sat down; why would Dumbledore tell her such things? Mum and Dad didn’t want anyone outside of family and the Order knowing. How could Dumbledore tell them? After everything the Ministry’s doing to him, why would he ‘rat me out’ per say? “They really aren’t anything.” I really didn’t want to discuss this in the room with Dolores Umbridge or the man whom I thought I could trust but apparently was wrong about. “Just dreams, you know the usual unicorns and fairies.” I shrugged.
Dumbledore eyed me, “Meygan Ann, please do cooperate, this is important business.” ‘Yes my business’ I thought.
“I am cooperating.” I said sternly and leaned back into my chair with my arms crossed. If he thought I was going to cooperate they way they wanted he had another thing coming.
“Why do they cause you to loose sleep if they’re nothing?” Dolores’ sickly sweet tone was directed at me.
I narrowed my eyes and focused at the dark wood grain of Dumbledore’s desk. The only two people that I was aware of knowing about that detail of my ‘dreams’ were Ron and Harry. Neither of them would rat on me…not that I was aware of anyway. “I don’t loose sleep, I just wake up earlier.” Okay that was not a total lie, I just stretched the truth and twisted it with a lie. Dumbledore eyed me, “Meygan Ann,” he began but his office door opened and Minerva and several of the Hogwarts staff members entered.
“Sorry,” Caroline’s gentle voice came from the farthest corner of the group, “we got hung up.” I didn’t turn to look at her, I was afraid I’d glare and make her think I was mad at her. She walked over and rested her hands on my shoulders, it was a comforting gesture and it was also a relaxing one. “You wouldn’t mind recapping would you?”
“Not at all,” Dumbledore moved his gaze from my eyes to hers and back to mine as a smile etched his lips. “We were talking about Meygan’s,” he paused, “…dreams….”
I could feel eyes rest of me and I shuddered on the inside, each stare had a different intensity. “Do tell.” Professor Snape’s drawl was noticeable in the dead silence.
“She’s been having dreams, about dark nature that have been disturbing her sleep.” Dolores spoke and looked at me; I was still glaring at the wood. “Though she denies it.” The last bit of her tone was almost bitter; I gritted my teeth.
I heard a soothing cooing sound come from Caroline’s throat, it was a sound only loud enough for I to hear and she put a hand on the top of my head and lightly stroked the gentle waves. It was a moment before she spoke, “Dark nature, really? Hmmm….” Her voice was an odd, unfamiliar tone it seemed to lash harshly at Dumbledore and Dolores but turn gentle around me. Like she knew exactly what they were talking about. She rubbed my head again and I glanced at the hand still on my shoulder to notice that it was laced with fresh scars as if she’d recently rolled in a thorn bush. “I believe you got your information wrong,” Caroline placed the hand on my shoulder again, “I’ve spent the summer with the Weasley’s and I spend a lot of time with the children here, I know every secret the hold-I assure you she has no such dreams or lack of sleep.” I had never once heard Caroline lie and I had to admit I was impressed, I never pictured her lying, ever.
“But Professor Dumbledore said,” Dolores began but Caroline cut her off, her tone irritated.
“The information was mis-read.” She paused, “If you and Dragon would leave the rest of the staff and I alone I believe I could clear things up and then I’d be more than willing to tell you what happened and what is really going on.” I looked up as she ended and noticed that Caroline and a picture perfect smile on her face as she looked at Dolores.
Dolores gave an irritated sound and stood, “Fine but I suggest you clear it up quickly, the Ministry will want answer and will want them fast.” She looked at me as she walked off, “We’ve got our eye on you.” Her voice was so quiet I guess no one but I heard her as the door shut behind her.
The room was silent for awhile, “I’ll take her back to the common room.” Caroline said as she finished musing with my hair once more, “I’ll be back in less than five minutes,” She patted my arm and turned to the door, “Come along, Dragon.”
I stood and quickly followed her out; I wanted nothing more than to leave that room. “You lied.” I said once we were far from the door way to Dumbledore’s office.
Caroline laughed, stopped and turned to look at me, her golden-blue eyes looked tired, “It’s not that unusual.” She smiled; her face had the same marks as her hands. “It’s human nature to lie at some point in your life.”
“Why’d you do that?” I asked as her and I began walking again.
“I dislike her as much as you already do, Dragon,” She tucked her head behind her ears, “plus I’d like to know how she knows, and why he told her.” She looked at me again, “I’m sure you and your family would like to know the same.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.” I muttered as we walked along the hall.
Caroline smiled, “Try to perk up, we’ll clear everything up don’t worry, it’s gonna look like one big mistake. Trust me.” She patted my hand and was silent the rest of the way.
Once we arrived at the portrait of the fat lady I turned and looked at her. “Thanks,” I said and went to turn back.
“Wait.” Caroline said and I turned back, “I want to talk to you.” She patted the railing beside her as she sat on it herself. “Ron and your parents told most of the Order and I about your dreams, as you know.” I sat down and she looked at me, “Are they still bothering you?”
I hesitated before nodding, “Yes, I’m still having them often and to be truthful I haven’t been sleeping more than 2 or 3 hours a night.”
Caroline’s brow furred and she turned away from me a thoughtful expression on her face. “Have you tried blocking it?”
“I’m a sleep.”
“True,” She swung her feet around like a three-year-old as she chewed her lip thoughtfully, “You have no control over it?”
“Well especially not when I’m sleeping.”
Caroline’s eyes widened and she looked at me, “It happens when you’re awake?”
I blinked, “Mum didn’t tell you?”
“No.” She said and curled her legs up on the banister while dangerously balancing on it, “This is serious, Dragon,” she chewed her lip, “if Tonks and them are right,” she lowered her alright quiet voice to almost a whisper, “Voldemort is tapping within your mind, he’s getting into your head and seeing what he wants and,” she paused placing thoughts together, “what it sounds like is you go into his mind or others he’s torturing.” She glanced at me, “He’s using you and it’s dangerous. You know that.” She rubbed her neck thoughtfully, “Have you tried Occlumancy?”
I shook my head, “No,”
“I’ll talk to Albus about that.” She slipped childly off the banister and onto the ground, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” She patted my hand and smiled, “I’ll let you know how things go but I can assure you, it’ll be fine, I promise.” Her eyes twinkled and seemed to liven as she turned and walked down the stairs and into the darkness.
I stayed outside the portrait for awhile thinking. ‘If Voldemort was using Harry why would he need me? Why was Dolores here? Why was Caroline so scratched up? And what is up with Dumbledore?’ I thought quietly to myself as I sat on the cold floor. I wasn’t looking foreword to sleeping nor did I expect to get much sleep but I was tired. I leaned my head against the cool brick and closed my eyes as sharp knife-like pain and burning raged my right arm as usual, I rubbed the spot where it hurt the most and felt the twisting of skin harder and winced as pain seered my body. Of all the things a metamorph could do they could not shield the design or the pain of the Dark Mark. It was a scar thoughs certain individuals would have to live with. Forever.
Clip from Chapter 4
I sat staring at my desk, usual detention with Snape I disliked but this, this I hated. I had to be-excuse me-Harry and I had to be stuck in the same room with this....human blush-puff-ball, just because we were trying to defend the truth and everyone Dumbledore and Harry had said. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my hands around Dolores Jane Umbridge and.....no...I must not think of that....it weakens me to be just as low as my Grandfather. No. I would keep my temper and take my punishment.
"Alright." Dolores said and walked over to me after giving Harry what to write, he stared at us for a minute and then looked at his paper,"Write this 20 or so times." She hand me a piece of paper with 2 or 3 lines of words on it. "Only the first line please. Perhaps this will teach you not to get out of line." Her tone was still sickly sweet but I could feel the pleasure of giving us detention within.
I looked down at the paper and felt the blood drain from my face, my throat went dry, my heart pounded, and I felt nauseous. I quickly compused myself and set the paper down with shaking hands, I took three deep breaths and glared down at the paper, I could not believe she wanted me to do this. I gently cleared my voice and glared up at her my voice harsh but quiet so Harry could not hear."I will not write this, I won't-I'm under protection of the ministry writing this would make me a walking-"
"Then dear" she turned to look me strait in the eye but I did not waffle, "cross it out after writing it. Then when you're done use your other hand to write the second group of words on your list."
I furred my eyebrow, that made no sense."Why my other-" I began but yet again she cut me off.
"You'll see" She said and I glared at her and then at Harry. Neither of us had begun to write. I looked down at her paper clearly written on top was 'Meygan Ann Riddle, Heir to Voldemort' and underneath was 'Angel of Darkness.' I gritted my teeth and picked up my, or more shall I say Dolores' special quill. I would obey. This time.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
A slightly desperate plea
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Someone post. Please. I'm begging you. Do it now.
I know what you're saying now - you're saying "Anna if you so desperately want someone to post, DO IT YOURSELF!!!!"
But you see, I can't.
I haven't been writing.
I know, I know, lammmmeeee.
BUT I know someone who definitely has *coughKatiecough* annnd I refuse to see this site die out, even if it's only for a month! I'm down to not even checking it every day!! That's horrible! Terrible! Disastrous! We must fix it!
Wow... I can be so inspiring sometimes...
ANYWAYS
I will have some stuff to post shortly if you really want to read another crazy Christmas pageant, which I should write this weekend. Until then.... PLEASE SOMEONE. SAVE YOUR SUPPORT GROUP!!!!
Kthanxbyeee! =P
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