Silver and Gold

by girlmonstering

Sophie is 17 years old and her world has just come crashing down around her. Either she's just discovered magic and become a spy for The Order, or she's having some kind of incredibly vivid hallucination. Both options seem equally likely. (I'm crap at summaries. Please read anyway. There are quidditch lessons, parties, irresponsible spellcasting and a Slytherin feminist society.)

1. Prologue

Notes:

This is set in their seventh year. Voldemort is back but still amassing followers.

I've already got several chapters of this written (all much longer than this prologue) but I need to edit them. (The characters aren't quite fully-formed yet- I'm working on it.)

If you read this and think you might be interested in reading more, please please review or follow or something. Validate me.

Slytherin scheming, bizarre proto-feminist societies, awkward dates and a sapphic Cho Chang coming up (+ much more!). (Actually that makes it sound terrible, doesn't it? NONE OF THAT, then.)

Disclaimer:

The Harry Potter books do not belong to me. Any original characters do, but I don't actually care that much.

Prologue

27th August, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (what the fuck is this place, anyway?)

'I, of course, apologise for asking yet another time,-'

I rolled my eyes. When would he accept that I was fine with this?

I'd thought about it, considered the available alternatives, and this was my choice. The old man didn't have to keep beating himself up over a decision that I'd already made.

'I'd just like to clarify that you are aware of what you are agreeing to. You are aware, then, that there is no way to reverse this spell? It is an ancient and potentially dangerous piece of magic, and there are no spells known to undo it. Remember that you can always-'

'I get it. I'm ready.'

Whoops.

I regretted my tone as soon as the words words were spoken. Cringing, I prayed that my angry interruption hadn't set us back another half hour in this interminable discussion.

He, for his part, sighed, looking unutterably sad in that moment.

Then, Professor Dumbledore, who I'd met for the first time only yesterday, lifted his wand and began the incantation that was going to change my life forever.

As he spoke each successive word of the pages-long spell, a kind of electric tension built up in the air. I felt my skin begin to hum with magical energy, and began to experience, for the first time, an inkling of doubt.

Was this really the right choice? Would it have been smarter to just go back home, while I could?

Just as I began to think that I'd made an enormous mistake, I felt another wave of magical energy go through me, and everything faded into black.