Year 5, Charms 5, Week 2, Extra Credit 1 & 2
It was a little known secret that the Astronomy Tower was one of the few places in all of Hogwarts that one could Apparate in without detection. Albus Dumbledore had used it to bring himself and Harry Potter to and from the school on the occasion of his death. The potential breach had never been amended, and secrets were hard to keep in a world with such a hard split between light and dark.
An invisible figure, hidden from sight by its special cloak twisted like an abrupt, but contained whirlwind of light landed on the very spot a certain legendary figure fell to his death some 25 years earlier.
He was expected.
But not empty handed.
Met by three prominent figures within the school, the cloaked figure held out an unobstructed left hand. In it, a slightly singed, ash-covered tooth.
"You were meant to bring back the boy, not the remains of his wand," stated Madame Hooch, snatching up the tooth from the exposed hand.
Readying her wand, she touched the tip to the wand, "Tergio." The ash and coal were sucked up into the tip of her wand in an instant.
Grinning wide, she exposed a gap in her teeth, and shoved the fang into the opening, drawing blood. She held her mouth open, and turned toward the raven-like witch with the especially tall hat in the center of the group who held her Fir wand to the tooth in question, "Dente Reparo." She uttered, and the fang shrunk down to match the rest.
"But thanks for the consolation prize," the Flying Instructor said with a large, wolf-like grin.
The light shifted in front of them. A slight movement vanished the hand again as it turned to make an exit and resume the hunt for the runaway student.
"Hold on a moment," said the bird-like woman in the center of the group. She approached the cloaked figure.
"I've never known you to present your left hand for anything. Show me your right arm." She stared evenly over her rectangular spectacles into the space she knew the invisible figure's face would be.
After a noticeable moments hesitation, the light shifted. The cloak lifted for a moment, a scarred hand was exposed first. Words cruelly etched into the skin endured for nearly 25 years. The arm was loose, and delicate.
The Headmistress tutted her disappointment. "Burned, and broken? Here, have an old favorite of yours." She readied her dragon heartstring wand, pointed at his arm and stated firmly, "Brackium Emendo!"
The two others burst into laughter as the blue light engulfed the cloaked figures arm for a moment before it went limp. A mocking smile on the thin, decrepit lips of the Headmistress cut the cloaked figure hardest.
"No time to waste in the hospital wing. You're going to have to regrow those bones on the hunt!" laughed out the third Professor in the group.
Gripping the wobbling arm tightly, the Headmistress said, "Before you go," and held her wand up to the invisible figures head.
"Imperius."
The arm relaxed further in her grip.
"Just in case you had any ideas of your own, Auror. That ought to keep you topped off until you find the young Frenchman."
The yellow eyed Quidditch Referee approached them, "Word is," she growled out, "He's throwing you for a loop and going north. The Seers can't say why, but they know he's heading to Greenland."
The air shimmered as the figure nodded in understanding.
No one had ever escaped this one, and this would be no different.
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