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-CM
The next day she woke up, Meara woke up anew. She had been given another life, another destiny, another name even—Meara Doe ("It seems we have our own Miss Doe." Dumbledore had said. The name stuck.) The Headmaster also thought it wise to keep her origins a secret as many in the wizarding world are not as accepting as the four professors that found her would be.
Her secret was kept with the Headmaster, McGonagall, Kettleburn, and Snape.
Kettleburn, the mystical creatures professor, had described to them what she was. Most importantly, he described her cohuleen druith; that, without it, she is stranded.
Professor McGonagall—the bright eyed woman that found her at the lake—had kindly taken Meara under her wing. McGonagall was as kind as her bright eyes appeared; she'd provided Meara with a set of Gryffindor robes and shown her to a small room right off of the Gryffindor common room, as it was nearing the end of the spring term. (Meara was comfortable sleeping in her own quarters anyways.)
McGonagall had also allowed Meara to try her wand and it seamed that there was hardly any magic in her to cast the most simple of spells. So charms and transfiguration appeared to be out of the question.
As seen fit, Meara was invited to attend divination, potions, herbology, along with a few other elective classes.
That day, in the bottom of their rocky cave, through the terror and turmoil of the battle above., Meara fondly smiled to herself and let out a soft little tune. Bubbles floated up into the creases of the rocks.
It was at this point in her life that she met the two best men: Bill Weasley and Severus Snape. They each stood out in their own individual ways but were always her favorite people. She missed them dearly.
Meara met William "Bill" on her first day as an unofficial student of Hogwarts.
Professor McGonagall had given her a brief walk through of the castle, or really the best that she could in ten minutes before the next class period was dismissed. After the ten minutes passed, students flowed out of various doors and Meara's senses were assaulted.
Black robes filled and mixed everywhere while students were shouting across the hall to friends and feet shuffled against the stone floor.
"Mister Weasley!" McGonagall grabbed the attention of a boy with bright red hair. Meara observed him further: he appeared to be only a year or two younger than herself but much taller; his smile was wide and welcoming. The boy came over. "Please, make sure Miss Doe gets around the castle without any problems."
Then she turned her attention to Meara. "You're in good hands. And good luck." McGonagall gave a light tap on her shoulder before turning to leave.
Bill looked back at Meara and gave another smile and held out his hand. "Pleasure to meet you."
Meara tried to appear as normal and welcoming as she could. "Meara Doe." She found herself staring at his bright red hair every few seconds.
"My entire family has it, you know." Meara brought her eyes back to his face. "The hair, I mean."
"There are more of you? I like it very much. I've never seen such a vibrant color of hair before. At least where I come from." Meara wrung her fingers in her hands a little.
"You're new around here, huh?" Meara blushed a little and nodded. "That's alright. We can always tell, though. If you need any help at all, just ask for a Weasley."
The two continued to walk down the corridor. "There's me, my brother Charlie, Percy and the twins Fred and George. Can't miss us." He laughed a little, pointing to his hair.
Bill must have sensed Meara's unease and nervousness for he stopped near a window and rummaged through his pocket. "And here, hold out your hand."
He dropped in her palm a small wooden like tube. Meara was confused as she picked it up and inspected it; it had small holes down the spine and a larger hole on each end.
"If you need me, but can't find me, just blow at this end." He pointed to the top. Meara put her lips to the tip and let out a hearty blow and an airy light jingle came from Bills other pocket.
"Oh this is beautiful!" Meara was so happy; it was the first time she had ever heard an instrument.
Bill smiled as Meara nearly bounced from foot to foot. "Only the people who have these in their possession can hear it." He blew on his own identical lute and Meara could hear a lower, calmer tone.
"Thank you, Bill. These are wonderful." Meara held the lute tight as she gave him a large, toothy grin.
From this day on, for the rest of the term, Meara and Bill could be found latched at each others' hips. Bill had introduced her to his other brothers and the rest of his friends. To say the least, Bill had helped her feel the most 'normal' than anyone ever could.
And by introducing her to his lute, he opened her keen interest in learning more music for merrows were very musical creatures yet had few instrument of their own. However, through music they expressed themselves. They were able to express happiness and joy. Through music, they could release their anger and bitterness and fear and worry through the notes. They could even communicate, sometimes. Music was how they connected to one another.
Perhaps that's why Meara and Bill had grown so close together so quickly. They communicated in a way she truly understood.
One day, after classes were let out, Meara and Bill sat looking down towards the Black Lake. Meara would still look to her past home with sadness but the pain slowly lessened. The two sat on two large stones that time had worn down to feel soft. They both had out their lutes and Bill was teaching her a short tune. It was joyous and giddy, much like Meara felt when she played. She never understood why. Maybe it was the feel of the smooth wooden finish of the lute beneath her fingers.
Jumbling her thoughts, Meara missed a lick in the tune and became lost. Bill gave out an equally joyous laugh.
Or perhaps the light headed feeling Meara had was his from handsome face and contagious laugh. Yes, Meara fully admitted to herself that Bill was a handsome young man.
Every once and a while, Meara would look back on that thought with a chuckle. They were never meant to be romantically involved. That could be seen when Bill was with his wife, Fleur. Neither of them knew it then, of course.
It was a shame she couldn't go to their wedding. By then, she had returned home, you see. Meara would've loved to see them dance the night away.
Of course, being in the times they were, that's not how it turned out being. The reign of Voldemort's terror stretched far and wide and affected nearly everyone.
And then there was Snape.
