The old woman gathered her grandchild in her arms. She hugged her tight
then fastened a silver necklace around the small child's neck.
"Abuela, what is this for?" the child questioned. "Is it for something special?"
"Yes, niña. It is so special that you can never take it off." She said.
"But, why abuela?"
"Because, niña it is to protect you from harm; to keep you safe from the evils of the world." The old woman looked deeply into her granddaughter's eyes to see if she understood what she was being told. She brushed back a lock of curly black hair from her small face and kissed her forehead. "I want you to wear always because it is that special."
"Abuela? But, why-"
"One day this necklace will save you from harm, but you must recite the special words-" "The special words?" the girl asked. "Just like Dorothy said when she wore her ruby-red slippers?"
The old woman laughed. "It is similar, but not quite those words. When you feel that you need to say them, the time will be right. But, not any time before then, okay? ¿Te comprendes?"
The child nodded her head solemnly. "Bien. Now, I want you to repeat after me. 'Hemos vivido siempre en el castillo.' Say it with me."
The child repeated the mantra seven times with her grandmother to help her remember the words distinctly. Afterwards, the old woman sternly reminded the child to never remove the necklace. The small child again nodded her head solemnly before getting in bed, pulling the covers up to her angelic face. Her curls bounced as she settled herself under the warm comforter; her grandmother smiled at the child's movements to get comfortable and watched as she yawned and closed her eyes. Then, she placed a kiss on the sleeping child's soft cheek.
"Buenas noches, mi niña. I have done all that I can to protect you." She whispered, "I only hope that it will work."
The old woman turned and headed out of the room with a heavy heart. Sitting down at the small kitchen table, she pulled out a piece of parchment. A silver-feathered owl hopped onto the table, watching as her mistress wrote out a short letter, signed it, and rolled it up neatly.
"Estrella," the old woman said, "please deliver this letter to my old friend." She tied the note to the owl's leg. "Do you know where, girl?" The owl nodded and nipped her mistress affectionately on the finger.
"Gracias, mi amiga. I know that I can always count on you." She opened the back door and watched as the owl flew off to her destination. Tears streamed down her weathered brown cheeks as she thought of the pain her precious granddaughter would face. She only hoped that she would not have to suffer alone.
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The silver owl landed gracefully on the cluttered desk. She waited patiently to deliver her mistress's letter, quietly turning her head to and fro, looking for the recipient to the special post.
A door opened and a tall man stepped inside the warm office. He walked around to his desk and sat down.
"Well, Estrella it has been a long time since I've seen you. It's been a few years, in fact." The blue eyes twinkled at the memories of the owl's mistress.
"Hoot."
"Yes, I know." Professor Albus Dumbledore untied the letter from Estrella's leg. He sighed as he petted the owl's smooth feathers. He looked down at the letter.
My old friend,
It has been done. I only wish that I could be there to protect her from the pain.
Justina Luz
"Yes, it has been done." Dumbledore sighed again. "Now, we must wait."
._,'^',_._,'^',_._,'^',_._,'^',_._,'^',_._,'^',_._,'^',_._,'^',_._,'^',_._,' ^',_._,'^',_._,'^',_. A/N: So what do you guys think? This is my first fic! Please read and review because I would love to hear your responses! Go on, press the pretty button! ^_^
"Abuela, what is this for?" the child questioned. "Is it for something special?"
"Yes, niña. It is so special that you can never take it off." She said.
"But, why abuela?"
"Because, niña it is to protect you from harm; to keep you safe from the evils of the world." The old woman looked deeply into her granddaughter's eyes to see if she understood what she was being told. She brushed back a lock of curly black hair from her small face and kissed her forehead. "I want you to wear always because it is that special."
"Abuela? But, why-"
"One day this necklace will save you from harm, but you must recite the special words-" "The special words?" the girl asked. "Just like Dorothy said when she wore her ruby-red slippers?"
The old woman laughed. "It is similar, but not quite those words. When you feel that you need to say them, the time will be right. But, not any time before then, okay? ¿Te comprendes?"
The child nodded her head solemnly. "Bien. Now, I want you to repeat after me. 'Hemos vivido siempre en el castillo.' Say it with me."
The child repeated the mantra seven times with her grandmother to help her remember the words distinctly. Afterwards, the old woman sternly reminded the child to never remove the necklace. The small child again nodded her head solemnly before getting in bed, pulling the covers up to her angelic face. Her curls bounced as she settled herself under the warm comforter; her grandmother smiled at the child's movements to get comfortable and watched as she yawned and closed her eyes. Then, she placed a kiss on the sleeping child's soft cheek.
"Buenas noches, mi niña. I have done all that I can to protect you." She whispered, "I only hope that it will work."
The old woman turned and headed out of the room with a heavy heart. Sitting down at the small kitchen table, she pulled out a piece of parchment. A silver-feathered owl hopped onto the table, watching as her mistress wrote out a short letter, signed it, and rolled it up neatly.
"Estrella," the old woman said, "please deliver this letter to my old friend." She tied the note to the owl's leg. "Do you know where, girl?" The owl nodded and nipped her mistress affectionately on the finger.
"Gracias, mi amiga. I know that I can always count on you." She opened the back door and watched as the owl flew off to her destination. Tears streamed down her weathered brown cheeks as she thought of the pain her precious granddaughter would face. She only hoped that she would not have to suffer alone.
._,'^',_._,'^',_._,'^',_._,'^',_._,'^',_._,'^',_._,'^',_._,'^',_._,'^',_._,' ^',_._,'^',_._,'^',_.
The silver owl landed gracefully on the cluttered desk. She waited patiently to deliver her mistress's letter, quietly turning her head to and fro, looking for the recipient to the special post.
A door opened and a tall man stepped inside the warm office. He walked around to his desk and sat down.
"Well, Estrella it has been a long time since I've seen you. It's been a few years, in fact." The blue eyes twinkled at the memories of the owl's mistress.
"Hoot."
"Yes, I know." Professor Albus Dumbledore untied the letter from Estrella's leg. He sighed as he petted the owl's smooth feathers. He looked down at the letter.
My old friend,
It has been done. I only wish that I could be there to protect her from the pain.
Justina Luz
"Yes, it has been done." Dumbledore sighed again. "Now, we must wait."
._,'^',_._,'^',_._,'^',_._,'^',_._,'^',_._,'^',_._,'^',_._,'^',_._,'^',_._,' ^',_._,'^',_._,'^',_. A/N: So what do you guys think? This is my first fic! Please read and review because I would love to hear your responses! Go on, press the pretty button! ^_^