It had been three amazing, terrifying, and most eventful years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Namora was most excited to start her fourth year at the school. She had a best friend in the entire school, Albus Dumbledore. She had met him on the Hogwarts Express and they quickly became friends, defending each other from the meanest girl in their year, Piper.
The Sorting Hat had chosen her to be in Ravenclaw and she much liked it, besides the fact that both Piper and Vanessa also got into Ravenclaw. What was most disappointing was when Albus didn't get into the same house as her. She saw his face too, when the Sorting Hat yelled out his house. He was disappointed, but flashed a smile as he joined his new house.
Then the headmaster of the school stood from his table with the professor's to make the annual speech. The headmaster, who was none other than Mr. Phineas Nigellus Black, was an old, stern man that regularly accused students of being "half-bloods" and "mudbloods". But something was different this time, after he had gave the introduction the headmaster added, "This year is the Goblet Of Fire Tournament." The first years looked confused as did the second and third years, but the fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh years all knew what the tournament was. The seventh year Slytherins looked at each other cunningly and rubbed their hands together eagerly. The Gryffindor boys puffed out their chest, trying to appear brave with the exception of two girls who slapped each others hand and smiled. The Ravenclaws seemed more interested in talking about the logic of the tournament rather then who would be in the tournament. While the Hufflepuffs looked to each other, unsure and worried about the tournament.
"This year, Ilvermorny, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons will be joining Hogwarts for the games. May I remind you that only sixth and seventh years may participate in the Tournament." At this moment, the fourth and fifth year students breathed out a long-held sigh. The headmaster then took his wand out and swished it through the air. Fire and flames burst from the wand and circled close by him and formed a goblet. This captured "ahhhs" and "ooos" from the first, second, and third year students who had never seen such a thing. When the flames diminished, writing appeared on the sides and fire filled the cup. Students gasped loudly while others hooted and cheered. Namora breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she did not have to participate. She turned and looked over students heads to meet eyes with Albus who also looked relieved.
Even though they were in different classes, Albus and Namora still met up in their free time. And they had Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, and care of Magical Creatures together, so it wasn't all that bad.
Namora was now 13 years old while almost everyone else in her year was 15. She liked being younger though, she didn't necessarily have an advantage, but she did outsmart most of her fellow students which made the teachers notice her more and her enemies less. Namora celebrated this with a visit to Hogsmeade with Albus. They had drinken at least five butterbeers each that day. Namora smiled, remembering the thought and clapped along with the students as the headmaster recoiled from the table like a snake and sat down in his chair, snatching a cup of butterbeer from one of the professors.
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After the feast, Albus and Namora met up in the halls. "This is crazy!" Albus exclaimed, catching the attention of the students walking behind him. "Crazy!" He whispered. Namora nodded in agreement. "My brother is going to be in the games," they heard an all too familiar voice say. As they got closer to a gathering crowd of students, they saw Piper standing on top of a table in the hall. "That's right everyone, my big brother is going to be in the tournament and win it!" Piper bragged.
Namora rolled her eyes and Albus scoffed. Piper saw them. "Oh heeeey Namora," Piper said, slinking over to where she stood, making everyone focus on her. Namora slouched, she hated everyone looking at her. Piper swung her arm over her shoulder, "Do you plan on cheating on the end of year exams again this year?" Piper said, stretching the word "again" out so that it sounded like the most horrible thing that you could do. Now she had caught the students attention and a prefect also listened in on the conversation with intrigue. Namora gulped, her lips sealed as everyone stared at her, expecting an answer. "I,I.." "That's a lie!" Albus yelled and climbed up onto the table. " Everyone, my friend is not a liar or a cheater, she is one of the smartest girls in the entire school. At least smarter than Piper over here", he said, making some of the students chuckle and grin.
"What!" Piper yelled, but Albus just kept going on, his speech growing and cheers coming from the students. "That's right everyone, and good day to you all!" When he was finished a loud session of clapping came from them as Piper's face turned cherry red. She yelled in frustration, but nobody heard or nobody cared, she stomped off with her group crowding her along with Vanessa who shot back dirty looks at them both. Albus stepped down, making his way back to Namora. Students clapped him on the back or high-fived him as he went by.
"That was spectacular", Namora said, still in disbelief as Albus strode towards her. The prefect known as Thomas from the Gryffindor house came to walk beside Albus. "I appreciate what you did back there for your friend, you're very brave. I'll have me a little chat with the head of our house about awarding some points," he said and then he clapped him on the back and turned to go up the stairs. "Mr. Dumbledore!" a shrill voice alerted the two. It was Professor Stouts, she motioned with her finger for Albus to follow her and he grimly did so, looking back at Namora with wide eyes. Namora shrugged, not knowing what to do as they quickly walked away.
Ten Minutes Later
ALBUS
Albus sat in Professor Stouts' empty classroom. He had never seen nor had he ever taken her class. He didn't even know what she taught, but he could imagine as he looked around the room. There was dust and books, lots of books. Books that were built into the walls and went all the way up to the ceiling and books that made two towers on top of her desk. Ladders were on either side of the room and there was only ten desks, most of them had a thin sheet of dust, and the rest of them seemed... clean enough
He sneezed, and watched the dust particles fly from his desk in the sunlight. What floor was he on? Certainly not on of the lower floors, for this is no sunlight down there. Maybe somewhere close to the Ravenclaw tower which would mean that he was on the fifth floor. The sound of a door opening interrupted his thoughts as Professor Stouts walked in.
She dusted off her robes before sitting down. A puff of dust flew up around her and Albus waved his hand in front of his face as it surged towards him. Professor Stouts coughed, "Well, Mr. Dumbledore, we have a lot to talk about don't we?" Albus remained quiet as he studied her face, her long, crooked nose and sunken eyes that made her look tired all the time with graying dark hair and thin lips.. "You are quite the student, doing averagely in all classes except Defense Against the Dark Arts," she said as she looked through his files. Albus looked quizzically at the professor, what was she trying to get at? Was it the assignment from last week about studying boggarts that he never turned in? Or maybe because he had teased Susy Wombart about her last name. It sounded suspiciously like wombat, and that wasn't his fault for pointing it out to the whole class, the first day, they would've found out anyways.
"Well when I was younger, I was...My family is quite well known for their skills in the Dark Arts...Then I had a grandson by the name of...You know, he is quite skilled at the Dark Arts..." Albus stared off as she went on and on about her granddad or grandson and how he had gotten his wand at whatever age and was going to some school called drum-something, he couldn't even remember he was so bored. " Mr. Dumbledore!" Albus hadn't even noticed that he had fallen asleep, but in his defense she was quite boring, almost as boring as Professor Binns. She hacked a loud cough.
She coughed again, "I am here to teach you...advise you on what's what." Albus looked confused, " Am I.." (yawn) ".. in trouble Professor?" Professor Stouts gasped, " Oh no, no, my dear boy, I was advised by your head of house, Professor Baldemor. "Oh," he said, letting out another yawn. "So what am I doing here then? Because I may or may not have led a rally in the hallway, depends on who you ask..." Professor Stouts got a sudden gleam in her eye. "To be exceptional". Now Albus was really confused at this. She hadn't even answered his question, but she also hadn't acknowledged that he had led the rally. He smirked, at least he wasn't in trouble. He still had questions though, He looked back up to her. She was gone! Albus turned in his seat, the professor was now on a ladder gathering books from various shelves, the ladder moving magically by itself. "Professor, did you hear me?" "Sorry dear, I'm just collecting a few books here," she said as she pulled out a giant red book and placed it on top of her pile.
Albus rolled his eyes as she stepped off of the ladder and put the stack of books on his desk. "Homework?!" Albus said and widened his eyes as she added other book from within her desk to his tall pile. She gave him a look and then looked to either of her sides as if someone might be listening in. " I want to teach you seventh year spells Mr. Dumbledore..."
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Albus breathed heavily, the spell he had just learned had almost killed him yet he loved the complicated spells and the thrill of using them on an opponent. Unfortunately, Professor Stouts was a flimsy opponent, literally. Every time she fired a spell, she wobbled and the spell usually flew into the shelves upon shelves of books. One spell, Flagrante caused such an issue. Albus had successfully cast the spell on his fourth try, the curse burned a desk near him and Albus "woahed" at it and the professor jumped back as the desk burst into flames. She shook her hands before regaining her stance. "Flagrante!" she said and wobbled sideways and the spell hit Albus' cloak and it instantly caught on fire. "Ahhhh!" He screamed as she gasped and yelled "Aguamenti!" Albus gulped in mouthfuls of water as it drenched his body. He looked at the professor crossly as he spit out a small stream of water.
"Well, I for one, think that is enough for now." Albus looked grumpily at her as her and ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah, me too..." Albus walked out of the classroom, just now noticing that he was somewhere on one of the lower floors which would explain why it was so dusty, He would hate to be in Slytherin, how dusty it must be. Albus took off his burnt robe and squeezed a bucket-full of water out of it. He grumbled to himself as he slung the robe over his shoulder. At least it wasn't that wet anymore. He looked back at the puddle of water, but shrugged, thinking that the caretaker would certainly take care of it.
He came up the stairs, one at a time at first, but then advanced to two at a time, the water dripped off of him all the while and when he had reached the Great Hall , he huffed and sat down on one of the bench's outside of the Great Hall, slouching against the wall tiredly. He had to change before dinner, but now that he thought about it, he was so tired that he was considering going to bed without any dinner. He yawned and sat up straight as he heard footsteps and whispers behind him.
He looked either way down the hall and was confused because there was no one there. Albus got up from the bench and peeked his head in the Great Hall. He curiously watched a boy with dirty-blonde hair, a seventh year, known as Ledger Griffin who was a Ravenclaw and the older brother to Jack Griffin who was also a Ravenclaw, sneak around the ling tables. He walked down the aisle between the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor table and up the steps to where the goblet stood. He looked behind his back and Albus quickly ducked behind the wall and breathed heavily. Ledger turned back, a slip of paper in his hands. He was shaking slightly and closed his eyes as he dropped it into the goblet. Albus watched this and held his mouth to keep from saying something.
He shivered at the thought of putting his name in the goblet and hurried to one of the moving stairways, his shoes squeaking with water as he jogged up to one of the steps. It took him awhile to navigate the maze of staircases, but he finally got to the seventh floor. He came up to the familiar portrait of the fat lady in the silk, pink dress and whispered the password, "Lionheart". He waited for a moment and slouched seeing that the portrait was asleep. "Wake up!" He said to the fat lady who let out a startled "Oooh my" before asking him the password again. "Lionheart," Albus said grumpily. The portrait swung open and Albus stepped inside to the common room...
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NAMORA
"What happened?" Namora said, asking Albus at breakfast the next day. Albus wiped jelly from a biscuit off of his face and answered, "Oh, well she.." He said as he scratched his head"...she wants me to do some extra...." "Extra what?" Namora asked as the hall bustled with the clinking of plates and spoons and conversations. Albus quickly whispered it under his breath, "extraspellsforadvancedstudents..." He said at once. Namora's eyebrows tilted upwards, " What did you say?" Albus squeezed his fists and managed to yell, "Talk later?!" Namora nodded her head in agreement as two Ravenclaws looked at them and then continued on with their conversation about quidditch...
They walked to their first class, Herbology which the students had three times a week. They learned about plants and fungi and how to take care of them specifically. Last year they had taken care of mandrakes. Little plant creatures that look like small humans. Even the scream of the mandrake made the students cower and cover their ears. Everyone remembered when Andron had "accidentally" threw his mandrake through the classroom, which was, in fact, a greenhouse. The students gaped as Jakob and Crom slided away from Andron as Professor Beery, red as a cherry, stomped up to him. Jerome had escaped under the table, bumping it as he struggled to get away, unfortunately causing more of the baby mandrakes to fall off the table.
"...wasn't my fault! Crom told me that he bet that I couldn't play quidditch and then Jakob pipped in saying that he bet it too, those little..." "Mr. Crichuk, If you say another word, I will..." "Wahh" "WaHH" "AAHWAH" The professor widened his eyes as he suddenly took off his earmuffs and saw the mandrake babies on the floor. "Oh no, no NO!" He said as he knelt by Piper and Vanessa to pick up the baby mandrake. It was creaming terribly along with the others, but the students watched as he carefully planted it back in its pot caringly. He somehow managed to silence the others with a wave of his wand, now it was just mumbling and muttering of the mandrakes.
By now Andron had flimsily ran out of the green house's door along with Jerome and Crom. The students leaned in by the door to see them running down the hill and towards the quidditch pitch. Professor Beery stood up immediately and looked around before bargig past the students towards the door. "You can't run Mr. Crichuk!" he said yelling over the mandrakes somehow. "All of you! Come back right now!" Andron, as big as he might seem, ran faster then Crom who was slowly running out of breath and cursing in Scottish and Jerome, who tripped and fell into a puddle of mud.
Professor Beery pulled out his wand and pointed it at the stumbling Jerome. Ropes magically appeared out of thin air and tied themselves around his feet, hands, and chest. Jerome wobbled as he fell to sit in the mud, giving up with a curse and how much he hated water. Professor Beery then ran out of the greenhouse and down the hill towards Crom, and Andron with a hoard of students trailing behind him. By now Andron was halfway to the quidditch pitch and had pulled out his wand.
Namora watched the far away duel. Crom ducking to doge the curses and spells from Professor Beery. Finally Andron pointed his wand at Professor Beery, and even though no one could make out what he was saying, Crom had popped up in the middle of this and got hit with the fiery orange spell. He wobbled for a second as Andron stood, open mouthed along with Professor Beery and then Crom fainted and fell face-first onto the grass.
Andron stood for a moment, looked at the quidditch pitch, but decided to walk towards the Professor Beery and the unconscious Crom. At the greenhouse, students rushed out the door and split into small groups. Some went to Jerome, who was still trying to get out of his bonds. In fact, he had gotten one hand free. Another group surged towards the fainted Crom, which happened to be mostly girls. And the last group, which was mostly Ravenclaws, stood by Professor Beery's side. "Hell be fine, a trip to the nurse's office and she'll have him right as rain. From behind Jerome mumbled "I hate rain." Students rolled their eyes at this.
Namora watched Albus and a few other boys confront Andron, who was a bit frantic and some of them cowered away from him because of his tall height and strong build. Namora couldn't make out what he was saying, but Andron was nodding his head and then talking back to him, waving his arms through the air.
Namora sighed, her feet hurting from standing to watch the whole thing. She went back inside the greenhouse and suddenly wondered when Albus was going to talk to her about what had happened with Professor Stouts. She jumped suddenly as the sound of pottery cracking fell behind her. She whirled around, breathing quickly. Jakob Borgin stared at her, his head tilting to the side like he was studying her. He somehow he had managed to not get caught and had secretly stayed within the greenhouse walls. Namora pulled out her wand as he lazily leaned against the table studying her. "So..." He said, moving towards her. "...You're that girl, the one who out-duelled my cronies" Namora was confused for a second and then thought back to last year, her third year....
Namora had been crying after what a certain someone had said to her. Piper and Vanessa had this rumor going around that she had cheated on the final exams. Albus knew that she hadn't and Hemley had agreed along with countless others who knew her as a loyal friend and an excelling student. The teachers though, didn't know what quite to believe. But after searching her dormitory and finding a self-answering quill, they had no choice but to believe Piper and Vanessa.
Namora remembered the moment exactly. Their head of house (Gavina Gaundriel) led Namora, Piper, Vanessa, the headmaster, and a few other teachers to the Ravenclaw tower. Namora remembered focusing on her short, white hair and her unusual, but usual to the Ravenclaws, black and gold glasses. They shaded her eyes which few Ravenclaws had ever seen her true eye color. It was said that the glasses could pick out a lie before the liar even said it. Namora liked her though, she was usually laid back.
There they came up to a door with the familiar enchanted locker that all Ravenclaw's recognized. " Namora?" Professor Gaundriel said expectingely. Namora squeezed in between Vanessa and Professor Baldemar who was the head of Gryffindor house, taught apparition for sixth and seventh years, and was referee for quidditch games. She came up to the door and whispered the chant, "Wit beyond measure, is man's greatest treasure." They all watched as the lock uncoiled to unlock itself and Namora pushed open the door.
She walked with her head of house as Vanessa, Piper and Professor Baldemar, along with the headmaster trailing grumpily behind. Another professor, whom Namora hadn't seen much walked with her. The professor was tall with short, blonde hair, broad shoulders, and stunning blue eyes. Namora was instantly drawn to stare at her eyes, but she refrained herself as they walked to her dormitory.
"There it is!" Piper yelled. "We told you Professor!" Vanessa piped in as Professor Baldemar bent down to pick up a black quill from behind one of the blue pillows on her bed. Namora had to play this right. She gasped at the quill and then looked to her head of house. "Professor Gaundriel! Please, you have to believe me, you know I wouldn't do such a thing!" Professor Molsee stared at the quill, face expressionless and her breathing shallow. The headmaster, Phineas Black, made a "Tsking" sound. "She needs to be punished!" Vanessa yelled. The professor with the blonde hair stepped forward. "As far as I can tell, the girl has done nothing wrong. She has not used the quill and exams have not come upon us yet." Vanessa popped her knuckles and piper grinded her teeth.
"Well, what about that year she cheated on the test! Piper smugly said. The headmaster raised his eyebrows, as if he was starting to side with her. Professor Baldemar leaned on the bedpost and rubbed his forehead. "Yes, I do, I mean we all do remember this earlier incident don't we?" He said and the professors nodded. Do you vouch for the girl, Professor Fraser? Phineas Black said, as if questioning her loyalty at the same time. The woman with the blonde hair looked at Namora and breathed in. "What are you thinking Ms. Fraser?" Professor Gaundriel asked her hands on her forehead frustratingly..
Namora studied the professor. Fraser...she must be the new teacher! Namora thought. Brienne Fraser was the head of Hufflepuff house and there were rumors that she was going for the dark arts job after their current professor had retired. Namora glanced at her for a second. The professor was tall, had broad shoulders, and almost resembled the build of a man. Her eyes though, for a split second Namora sank in the deep blue eyes of the professor. They were calming like the sea, yet filled with a fiery kindness that Namora had never seen. Namora tapped her foot and thought about what would happen if she used her wand. She could feel it's cold wood against her skin as she went through what would happen...
Namora slipped her wand out of her sleeve and pointed it towards the headmaster and yelled, "Stupify!" He froze, eyes widened and fell backwards onto the floor. Before her head of house could react she grabbed and pushed Vanessa into her, making them stumble and fall by Hemley's bed. Namora rolled to the floor as Professor Baldemar came towards her. He made an "arrgghh" sound as she threw a dark green liquid at him and he clenched his bubbling face and crashed to the floor. She now pointed her wand at Brienne who, by now, had her wand out and pointed at her.
Namora dodged the disarming spell from her and fired back with the confundus charm which hit the professor. She struggled to stand and wobbled unsteadily and squinted her eyes. Piper was gasping in the corner and was shaking with her eyes widened in fear. Vanessa pulled out her wand and was fearfully holding it out in front of her. Namora swished her wand through the air, "Flipendo!" Vanessa went flying past her and into Piper who gave a cry as they crashed into a chest by Jillian's bed. Professor Gaundriel was breathing heavily as they circled each other. Her glasses lay broken on the floor and her eyes were intense as she pointed her wand. "Stop this now!" Namora tilted her head as if challenging her before grabbing something from within her pocket and threw it at the professor. It exploded in a puff of red and the professor yelled and stuffed her hands into her eyes. Namora stood victorious...
She shook herself out of the trance and looked around. The headmaster was still standing firmly as he eye-balled Vanessa and Piper. Professor Baldemar was leaning casually against a bedpost, Brienne stood tall, chin lifted as she awaited for the headmaster's answer. Namora looked at her head of house. Professor Gaundriel was looking at Baldemar, who was twiddling his fingers with the awkward silence.
"I think the girl didn't do it. What if the quill was placed there purposely?" Brienne finally said, breaking the silence. Professor Baldemar nodded, "It is possible.." "But how do we know?" Professor Gaundriel added. The headmaster looked to Gavina. "She's not lying is she professor?" The professor answered quickly, "No, headmaster. She is not." The headmaster stared at Namora for a while. "You're right, she's not." Vanessa gasped at the whole situation. "But, but professors...headmaster!?" She said and made a pouty lipped-face.
"We can't have students thinking that they can get away with things though. And going unpunished," the headmaster said in a grim voice just as Namora smiled and Vanessa and Piper frowned. "What do you have in mind headmaster?" Professor Baldemar asked as he looked at Namora. "We shall have these two students..." He said gesturing towards Vanessa and Piper. "...helping our caretaker for the rest of the week."
"No, this can't...we didn't do it. She did!" Vanessa said dramatically and stomped her foot as she pointed at Namora. "It's so unfair," Piper said and stuck her tongue out at Namora. The headmaster gave her a look for that, but said, "I have other plans for Miss Ren." "Everyone, out. Now!" He said. The professor's filed out with Vanessa and Piper and Brienne looked at Namora solemnly and looked like she wanted to say something, but turned briskly to close the dormitory door behind her. Namora looked down, trying not to meet the headmaster's compelling eyes as he strode towards her. " Miss Ren, if we keep having issues I may have no other choice, but to expell you." Namora opened her mouth to speak, but he held up a crooked finger, silencing her. "That is not the case here. With that of your grades, your wand and your...history I don't think you need punishing more than a good lesson," he said pacing around her, head tilted towards the ceiling. "What you need is a teacher. Now Miss Ren," he said as he put a hand to his forehead, "You used a spell last year? On the end of year exams?" Namora couldn't say anything for a moment, she just stared at him blankly, trying to think of an appropriate answer for him. "I see he said." "My dear, you cannot hide anything from me, I'm a legilimen. Do you know what that means?" he said leaning over to stand inches away from her face. "I can peruse your mentality."
He...can read my...mind? Namora whispered in her head. "Oh yes, I definitely can my Miss Ren. She immediately thought about not looking stupid in front of the headmaster and made sure not to grasp or make any motion that she was amazed. He can still read my mind even if I don't do anything. It wouldn't matter what I do.. he could still.... He must think I'm cretinous...and idiosyncratic..."He studied and widened his eyes, "How are you doing that...Miss Ren!?" "Doing what sir...how did I think of those words." He grabbed both of her shoulders and stared deeply into her eyes, his eyebrows lifted in an arch. "You're...you're scanning, reading, reading my mind." He stood quickly and waved his hand in front of her. "Pretermit this, Miss Ren. I want to hear nothing of this." He said and walked briskly out the dormitory door, lost in thought and mumbling to himself.
Namora wasn't quite sure what had just happened, but she did know that she didn't get punished and Namora definitely didn't get expelled or suspended. She gulped as her mind was trying to wrap and piece all the bits of information together. She raised her eyebrows and then went to her bed and laid down, exhausted from the stress of the earlier situation. She exhaled a long puff of air and turned on her side to where her nightstand stood. Dark wood carvings engraved the stand and it depicted the picture of the house symbol, an eagle. A small knob was disguised by the masterpiece, but lay inside the many details of the magnificent bird, by its heart. She stretched her arm out and pulled open the little door. She had to lean over the side of the bed to see what was inside of it, which was simply her most prized possession, a silver scarf.
It had been gifted to her by her uncle and it often brought her good luck, it was similar to a portion called felix felicis. In the threading and design of the scarf was sewn in felix felicis. She thought it was really quite clever and she often just where exactly her uncle had gotten the scarf. She pulled out the scarf from its hiding place and placed the bundle on her bed. She spread out the scarf so it was lengthwise. She was impressed to see that it was the length of her bed and thought of a memory where, in her first year, she had to wrap the scarf around her neck three times and even then it still reached her knees. She looked at the silvery designs on it and thought of a silly thought, what if the designs formed letters and those letters formed words, like a message? She smiled to herself and shook her head slightly, a silly thing indeed.
Namora didn't realize it, but the sunset turned into night and she felt sleep weighing heavily on her. She drifted back and forth for a moment and then widened her eyes, trying to stay awake. She yawned and stared at the scarf angrily, hoping that the emotion would make her body stay awake. She slowly drifted to lay her head on the pillows. They were so comfy. So soft, and it was unbelievably comfortable. she didn't remember a time where her bed had ever been so nice and quiet and so...comforting. she reached her hand out and drew the scarf close to her face and slowly closed her eyes, just for a moment...just for...one...moment. Namora told herself and drifted off into a dream-filled sleep.
Namora found herself and Albus at The Three Broomsticks. She wore a party dress and blushed as she looked around, seeing Albus staring at her. As she walked past booths and tables, Namora she Ollivander who waved at her happily, saluting her with a cuppa fire whiskey. Namora raised her eyebrows curiously and laughed. Sitting at the next table was her Uncle Alias and a small crowd of wizards listening intently to one of his many tales. She saw students from Hogwarts like Jack and Ledger Griffin who were friends of Albus and Hemley, Jillian, and Sarah. Professor Aerodren was leaning against the bar and talking to a wizard who looked much like a curse breaker. Namora waved to them and they nodded and chuckled as she made her way to the last table... where her parents sat.
Just before she made it to their table there was a horrendous explosion that made a terrible hole in the side of The Three Broomsticks. The explosion shot debris and a wall crashed down where Ollivander used to sit. Sarah and Hemley screamed and pointed, Jillian was trying to lift the debris p, but was having no luck. Namora cough as a great puff of smoke filled the place and everything and everyone disappeared in the clouds of it. "Mum! Dad!" She yelled desperately. "Albus!..Namora suddenly tripped and fell down. She turned to her side and screamed as she stared into the lifeless eyes of Ledger Griffin. She stumbled upwards, hating the feeling of death that crowded the room and suffocated her mind. Escape...get out! Namora was drawn to look up and saw a silvery thing flash through the air. It was her scarf!? She didn't know what else to do but follow it. The scarf did twirls through the smoky air as it guided her through debris and the deceased until she came to burst out the door.
She found herself in a dungeon of some kind. There was an unearthly chill and she shivered, noticing that she was wearing a striped jumpsuit. Millions of thoughts raced through her head as her mind tried to figure out what was happening. Namora tried to feel around for anything solid, anything real, but it seemed that she was utterly alone. She started to breath quickly, her heart racing as she panicked and looked around wildly. The horrifying feeling of being alone all closed in on her. She felt dizzy and like she was getting all her energy sucked from her body. Namora slowly turned around and was face to face with a dementor...
Namora awoke, sweating and breathing hard. She looked at her surroundings, afraid that she really was in what she knew was a place called Azkaban. She rubbed her clammy hands together as she let her legs dangle from the side of the bed. Namora remembered that she had fallen asleep with her scarf. She looked over the bed covers and decided that it must have fallen under her bed. She bent down and whispered "Lumos" yet there was nothing there but a few balls of dust.
What is going on? She jumped as she saw that her dorm mates were not sleeping, in fact they were nowhere to be found! She rushed over to their beds and saw nothing. No signs that someone slept there, no loud snores from Jillian. She sat crossed legged on the floor, fingers rubbing her temples as she tried to piece together what was happening. Was this still a dream? Was someone playing a prank on her? What the bloody hell was happening! She turned and bumped into a chest at the foot of her bed that was filled with things and necessities from home. She rubbed her her head, grimaced, and brought her wand to shed light on the chest. A crinkled paper with three words in red ink stared at her menacingly: FOlLoW ThE SigNs
What the bloody hell?! This had to be a dream, Namora told herself, but a gut feeling in the pit of her stomach told her that she was wrong.