Taylor awoke early in the morning. Opening her eyes, she saw that outside, the sun had barely risen. It was six o'clock in the morning, and she got up and put on the uniform. She grabbed a hair tie and put her hair in a ponytail, with her bangs falling down in front of her face. Grabbing her backpack, she went down into the common room and saw Tom was already awake. He was staring at the fire and did not notice her presence as she walked downstairs. She quietly crept up behind him, and then flung her arms around his waist.
"Morning," she said, kissing him on the cheek.
"Good morning," he said, flipping her over so he was pinning her down on the couch. "It seems like you're in a little mess, my dear."
"Oh, you're asking for it," she said, grinning evilly. Squinting her eyes, Tom flew off her and landed in a chair.
"Not fair," he said, getting up.
"Oh, it's totally fair. Now, lets go down to the Great Hall," she said, walking out of the common room and Tom chased after her.
"Y'know, we can orb down there," he said. "I mean, all the spells and charms that that old man Dumbledore put on the school don't effect us. Think about it, we can orb in here."
"Yea, we can, but what if people are awake, then what do we tell them?" she asked, walking down a flight of stairs.
"You need to loosen up a bit, Tay. No one's going to be awake at this time of day," he said, catching up with her.
"Look, I don't wanna get caught, okay? I like living. I don't wanna get kicked out because this is the only damn place that'll give us protection," she hissed. "If demons are after us, I want to be here. Though, we might have to add some of our own protection to it."
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I just think they're treating us like babies," Tom said, putting his hand around her waist.
"Well, some of the people here are no older than eleven and most of us don't have family anymore, remember?" she said.
"Yea, I remember," he said, opening the doors to the Great Hall. They saw that Professor Malfoy and Professor Snape were the only ones in the Great Hall.
"Morning Professor Snape. Professor Malfoy," she said, sitting down at Gryffindor table. Professor Snape just nodded at her and went back to eating his breakfast. "Did you get an owl?" she asked Tom.
"No, did you?" he asked, as food appeared in front of them.
"Nope, but I have two ravens, if that's close … enough," she said, looking up to see two pure black ravens with red eyes flying down to her.
"Those yours, Miss Nights?" Professor Malfoy asked, watching her stroke the birds' head.
"Well, if you can't figure that out, then I seriously doubt that you'll be a good professor," she spat, stroking one of the birds named, Hell, and the other named, Death. Professor Snape smirked and went back to eating.
"I think you two are going to get along fine," Professor Snape said, eating his eggs. Professor Malfoy just ignored him, and went back to reading the Daily Prophet.
"So, looking forward to trying to use wands?" she asked, eating a piece of toast.
"Not particularly. I'm not sure we'll be able to do it," he said, watching Hell and Death fly off.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure we'll be able to," she said, drinking some pumpkin juice, and then spitting it out. "What the fuck is this stuff? It tastes awful!"
"It's pumpkin juice, Miss Nights," Professor Malfoy said with one of those 'Malfoy' smirks.
"It's disgusting is what it is!" she said, chugging down a glass of water. Tom was laughing his head off and fell off of the bench. Now Taylor was laughing like crazy as Draco Malfoy, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, and Pansy Parkinson.
"Look at him!" Draco said, howling with laughter. The rest of the Slytherin gang burst out into laughter, watching Tom get up.
"Oh, shut up!' Taylor said, throwing a goblet at Draco, which hit Pansy instead, but Taylor didn't mind.
"Bitch!" Pansy exclaimed, throwing the goblet back at Taylor, who ducked it.
"Ten points from Gryffindor," Professor Malfoy said, getting up and walking over to the six students.
"Hah! You already lost points, and it's not even class time yet!" Pansy exclaimed, howling with laughter. Taylor's fists were clenched and she was just about to make Pansy go flying, but Tom grabbed her.
"Don't use your powers," he whispered, slowly letting go of her. "We don't want to get expelled."
"Yea, you're right," she said, turning her back on the Slytherins.
"Wow, you're so pathetic," Draco spat. "Your little boyfriend needs to come and protect you? Hah!" That broke Taylor and she waved her hand and the four Slytherins went flying and hit the wall.
"You wanna see pathetic?" she hissed, advancing onto them. "I'll show you pathetic, you losers!" she said, clenching her fists.
"TAYLOR!" Mr. Wolfe yelled, as he, Dumbledore, and McGonagall walked into the Great Hall.
"You're crazy! How'd you do that?" Draco said, getting up.
"None of your fucking business blondie!" she spat.
"Do you have a problem with blondes, Miss Nights?" Professor Malfoy asked, walking over towards her.
"Yea, no offense, but most the blondes I meet are these stuck up bastards who think they're so better than everyone else, and well, you're exactly like that you fucker," she said, brushing past him.
"Detention, Miss Nights," Lucius said calmly.
"Whatever."
"Taylor!" Mr. Wolfe said. "Can I talk to you?"
"No, because you're tongue is twisted!" she hissed, and when Mr. Wolfe was going to say something, he realized his tongue was twisted.
"Taylor! You're not supposed to do that!" Tom hissed. "You're becoming a warlock!" he whispered.
"You're point? It feels good, to not have to listen to the Elders. I don't have to listen to any rules, being one. Restrictions aren't even known by evil, and it feels so good," she said. Everyone noticed her hair was growing longer and there were tattoos appearing on her face. Taylor realized what was happening and undid what she'd done to Mr. Wolfe.
"Mr. Wolfe! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done that," she said, holding herself. Her hair and the tattoos started to disappear.
"Taylor! Don't do that again!" Mr. Wolfe yelled, grabbing her by the neck and forcing her against a wall.
"Wolfe! Let her down!" Dumbledore said. "She's only still a teenager."
"You don't understand Albus. If she goes evil on us, we've just lost the war between good and evil," Mr. Wolfe said, still holding onto her neck.
"Wolfe! People are coming! Let her go!" Dumbledore said, as a mob of Gryffindors and Ravenclaws walked into the Great Hall and stared at Taylor and Mr. Wolfe. Mr. Wolfe let go of Taylor's neck and stormed off.
"Professor Dumbledore, I'm so sorry," she said, sliding down the wall and was holding her legs close to her body. "This was a bad idea; we should go home Tom."
"If we go home, we're basically allowing them to kill us," Tom said, hugging Taylor. "We can fight this, just hold on a little."
"O-o-okay," she said, as tears streamed down her face.
"Shh, stop crying," he said, wiping the tears off her face.
"Miss Nights, you must stop using your powers," Dumbledore said, offering a hand, which she gladly accepted.
"I'm sorry, it's just hard to learn that you're half evil. Plus, the fact that my whole family's dead and that I lost most of my friends when Magic School was attacked," she said, wiping the tears away. "But Professor, I would like to go home and face what awaits me."
"That is up to Mr. Wolfe to decide, my dear," Dumbledore said.
"No, it's not. It's up to me, because I've got no guardian, so it doesn't matter."
"Umm—Taylor, you actually have a guardian," Tom said. "Remember, Mr. Wolfe signed you under his name, so you're his child to watch over until you turn eighteen."
"Fuck Mr. Wolfe," she spat. Most of the students had just started eating, but everyone knew they were talking about what just happened. "I bet he sold us over," she whispered.
"Miss Nights! Wolfe is a respectable man and would never do that. I should know, he's a good friend of mine," Dumbledore said, looking thoroughly shocked by what she'd just said.
"Yea, well that was the same with Gideon, except he tried to kill my cousin," she said. The professors looked very confused and Taylor hit her head. "Gideon was one of the most powerful Elders, and he thought that my cousin, Wyatt, was too powerful a being to exist, so he tried to kill him. See, there was a problem though, my other cousin, Christ, came back from time and warned Piper, Leo, Phoebe, and Paige, who was Phoebe and Piper's half sister, that someone was going to try and kill Wyatt. Chris is Wyatt's younger brother. Gideon tried to send Chris back, but brought an evil Leo and evil Chris. They were from an alternate universe, and Gideon could talk to his evil self. It's really confusing and I've already lost you, haven't it?"
"Yes, you've completely lost us," Dumbledore said. Lucius might not have wanted to admit it, but he was definitely confused.
"Okay, well I'll just try to stop teaching you about us. So, if you have questions, go ask Mr. Wolfe," she spat.
"Tay! Calm down," Tom said, pulling her into a hug. "It'll be alright, I promise."
"Yea, right," she sneered, pushing him off her. "We're in so much trouble and I don't think we're even going to win, so how about we just surrender?"
"Taylor! You'd never do that, I know you wouldn't," Tom said, grabbing her arm.
"Yea, well I'm starting to loose faith here. There are two wars going on: Our war, the one with demons, warlocks, and Darklighters, and the other war is between Harry and Voldemort. No matter what, if evil wins once, they'll figure out that there's another evil, and then evil will help evil!" she hissed in a quiet voice so no students could hear them.
"My dear, it is highly unlikely that Voldemort will ever learn of you," Dumbledore started, and looked at Professor Snape.
"You sure about that? I mean, there are people that I wouldn't trust. How do you know that they aren't leaking info to Voldemort? By the way, who is Voldemort? I mean, I know he's supposed to be evil, but for what? Just murdering people, because we do that all the time and we aren't evil for it," Taylor said. All the professors stared at her. None of them could believe that she'd killed people.
"You've killed people?" Professor McGonagall asked, looking horrified.
"Yea, well, vanquishing is basically killing, so yes. Oh, it's also a very painful death, mind you," she said happily. She knew it was wrong, but she loved hearing demons scream when she threw a potion at them that would kill them.
"Do you … take pleasure in it?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"Uhh—well, I—yes, I guess I do. But they deserve it for everything they've done to people! The kill innocents and murder ferociously. They impregnate innocent women to give them an evil heir; they did that to my mom!" she spat. "I'm sorry, but if I shouldn't take pleasure in watching people who have ruined so many lives, then shoot me 'cause I'm always going to take pleasure in the vanquishing."
"Well, vanquishing is killing, correct?" McGonagall asked.
"Yes, but if we didn't vanquish them, they'd be roaming around killing people, and no witch can allow that, can they? If you must kill, then kill, but Tay, you shouldn't be happy. I mean, they're still … oh forget it! You should take pleasure in the vanquishing!" Tom said. Professor McGonagall looked so close to wringing his neck.
"Professors, how 'bout we drop this subject, kay?" Taylor asked, her arms crossed over her chest. "What we do, is what we do and we ain't gotta take no shit from you."
"Don't, Miss Nights. Don't," Professor Dumbledore said.
"Whatever," she said, whipping her head around so her ponytail almost hit Professor McGonagall in the face and walked off to Gryffindor table.
"Oh, she's going to be a lot of trouble," McGonagall said, watching her sit next to Harry.
"Hey Harry," Taylor said, sitting next to him.
"Hey, how'd you sleep?" he asked, drinking some pumpkin juice.
"Okay I guess. How can you drink that stuff? It's nasty as hell, man! Did you sleep well?" she asked, pouring herself some water.
"Yea, what's your schedule like?" he asked, grabbing a piece of toast.
"Umm—I've got … Potions first, and then I've got two classes of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Then there's lunch of course, and then I've got … Ancient Runes, Transfiguration, Charms, and Muggle Studies. Muggle Studies will be easy though, for I acted as a Muggle for my whole life. What's your schedule?" she asked.
"Practically everything's the same, except I'm not taking Arithmancy or Muggle Studies. Well, it seems will be seeing a lot of each other," he said happily.
"Yea, we will," Taylor said. None of them noticed Tom's fists were clenched and his urge to send lightening bolts at Harry.
"Hey, we better get going if we wanna make it there in time," Hermione stated, looking at her watch.
"Okay," Taylor said, getting up and leaving with Hermione, Ron, and Harry. Tom followed behind her, feeling unnoticed by his own girlfriend.
"So, looking forward to D.A.D.A.?" Hermione asked, though already knew the answer.
"Bloody hell no!" Ron said, walking into the potions classroom. He saw that Professor Malfoy and Professor Snape had been talking and that they were the only ones here.
"Knock before entering," Professor Snape said, looking furious.
"Sorry, professor," Taylor said. She was the only one who probably had respect for him and was nice to him that wasn't a Slytherin.
"I'll see you during detention, Miss Nights," Professor Malfoy said, walking over towards them.
"What time?" she asked.
"Tonight, when you're done with Severus' detention," he said, brushing past her.
"Well, sit down," Snape growled. "What are you doing here, Potter or you Weasley? You didn't get an O on your potions O.W.L.s, did you?"
"Yea, I did, Professor," Harry said happily, as Ron nodded.
"Well, where's your Advanced Potion-Making book?" he asked, crossing his arms.
"We didn't get one, sir. Professor McGonagall said that you might be able to give us one," Harry said. Snape growled, went into the potions cupboard, and came out with two books.
"Here," he said, throwing them to Ron and Harry.
"Did you get one, Taylor?" Harry asked.
"Umm—yea, I think I got one," she said, rummaging throughout her bag. "Aha!" she said, pulling out a book that resembled theirs. "Here it is. Tom, you got one, right? We didn't go shopping at the same time, so I don't know if you got yours," she said, looking to her boyfriend.
"Yea, I got one," he said, getting out his book. "This is crap! We already know how to make potions," he whispered, as more students walked into the room. Taylor saw Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Terry Boot, Michael Corner, and Ernie Macmillan walk in and take their seats.
"Now, we will start the first lesson with a little quiz to see how much you know, and if you should really be in this class," Snape hissed, looking at Ron and Harry when he was talking. "You will have the whole period to finish it," he said, handing out a long piece of parchment. "Begin," he said.
Hermione got right to work and started answering the questions, while Harry, Ron, Draco, and Taylor merely stared at the parchment. Taylor had no idea what this stuff was, but she knew a little about it. It asked about Polyjuice Potions, Draught of Living Death, Amortentia, Felix Felicis, and Veritaserum. Taylor had done some studying, but not enough to pass the test, or at least she thought so. She started answering the questions as best she could, but was stumped by most of them. Every now and then, she'd look up to see Professor Snape was staring at her and Tom, and then would go back to the test. In what felt like five minutes, Professor Snape said the test was over.
"Hand me back your tests," he commanded, watching the students come up and give them their tests. Taylor and Tom both gave their tests, and were looking very upset, considering that they had a fair idea that they'd failed. The bell rang and Snape excused them all. "Leave now," he growled, pointing to the door. Taylor packed her things, looked to Professor Snape, smiled, and then left the room with Tom. No one ever smiled at him, especially after giving them a test, and it made him feel weird inside.
"How do you think you did?" Hermione asked, walking to Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Horribly. I'm gonna be skinned alive," Taylor said, following Hermione.
"C'mon, you can't have done that bad, I mean, how would you have been able to get into the N.E.W.T. class?" she asked.
"Oh–uhh—never mind." Taylor said, walking into the classroom and took a seat near Harry and Tom, actually, right between the two.
"Class, today we will be trying to master nonverbal spells, or at least try to," Professor Malfoy said. "Partner up and try to use the spell Expelliarmus nonverbally. Now!" Everyone partnered up: Taylor with Tom, Hermione with Ron, Harry with Luna, Draco with Pansy, and so on. Taylor gave Tom a look that said, 'We're so screwed', and Tom responded with a look of, 'Yup, definitely screwed'.
For the first five minutes, Taylor just watched as people's faces became red with trying to cast the spell. Ron was screwing up his eyes, trying to cast the spell, but of course, nothing happened. Taylor and Tom watched Harry grip his wand tighter, trying to cast the spell. Draco, was trying so hard, but nothing was happening.
"Well, aren't you going to start?" a voice came, and Taylor turned around to see Professor Malfoy standing behind her.
"Err—I guess," she said nervously, turning back towards Tom. She stared at him and thought nothing but of casting the spell, and a silvery blue light erupted from her wand and shot at Tom's. Initially, Tom's wand went flying and the whole class stared at her.
"Well, it seems you've got a talent, Miss Nights," Professor Malfoy said.
"Err—thanks(?)" she said, as Tom went to go get his wand. When Professor Malfoy walked past her, she could've sworn his hand had brushed against her on purpose. The rest of the two periods went by slowly, considering the fact that Taylor kept blasting Tom's wand out, and on occasion, blasting him, and watched as other people tried, but none succeeded.
"Okay class, enough! You all are terrible at this and your homework is to try and cast the spell nonverbally. For you Miss Nights, I would like to speak with you after class. Dismissed," Professor Malfoy said, gesturing them out of his classroom. Taylor packed her bag and walked over to Professor Malfoy.
"You wanted to speak with me?" she asked, holding onto a strap on her bag.
"Yes, how did you cast the spell so quickly, when you are different?" he asked, sitting down behind his desk.
"I'm not sure, I just thought of casting the spell and it worked. More or less how I made the crossbow appear last night. Is that all, sir?" she asked.
"Yes, that is all, you may go," he said, watching her leave the classroom.
"Milord, I have interesting news to bring you," Lucius said, bowing on one knee before the Dark Lord.
"What is that?" Voldemort rasped.
"There is a girl in the class, who is extremely powerful. She is called a 'witch' and it seems that it is an entirely different sort of magic. She is quite talented, from what I heard and witnessed last night and during the class. She might be worth investigating in," Lucius said.
"Hmm … Severus, what have you heard about her?" Voldemort asked.
"She is something called a Darklighter, that can do something called dark orbing, which I would say is a kind of Apparation. She can also send people flying by motioning it or squinting her eyes, I believe. She said something about how she can freeze time, make molecules combust, and is a pyrokinesis, which apparently means she can summon fire. She can also summon a crossbow, which is used to kill a Whitelighter, whom I think is somewhat of a guardian angel. Her name is Taylor Nights," Snape confirmed.
"Well, what does old Dumbledore think he's playing at? Have you actually seen her do all the things she's claimed she can do?" he asked.
"Yes, milord, I have. She was able to send four Slytherins flying across the Great Hall, was able to light a fire by merely touching the wick, and summoned her crossbow. I'm not sure what she is, but she says she's a witch, milord," Snape said.
"My, my, my. This girl is quite impressive. She is worth checking out. Gain her trust, or just ambush her and bring her to me. I want to see who this girl is," he said, as an evil smile appeared from him.
"So, what'd Mr. Malfoy want to know?" Harry asked, eating part of his sandwich.
"Just wanted to know how I cast the spell so quickly," Taylor said, drinking some water. "I don't like him though, he's weird."
"Ha ha! Yea, he is. Y'know, he kept watching you all day, and … here he is now," Harry said, watching Professor Malfoy and Professor Snape walk in between Gryffindor and Slytherin table. Taylor quickly sunk into the bench, hoping to become invisible, but didn't.
"Miss Nights, I heard about your special spell casting," Professor Snape said, walking over to her.
"Heh, yea," she said, staying half under the table. "Y'know, I don't think I'm hungry anymore, I'm gonna go. You comin' Tom?" she asked, getting up, grabbing her bag, and taking a sandwich.
"I'd thought you'd never ask," he said seductively, grabbing a sandwich.
"If you weren't hungry, you wouldn't have grabbed a sandwich," Professor Malfoy said. Taylor just shot him a death glare, and almost sent him flying, but Tom pulled her into a hug.
"Don't push it, honey," he said, kissing her neck.
"Yea, I'm calm, I'm calm. Now, if you please, let go of me 'cause we're causing a scene," she said, pulling away and walking out of the Great Hall as everyone stared at them. "That was embarrassing!" she hissed, walking out of the Great Hall.
"I'm sorry, but I needed to calm you down or you would've sent our professor flying," he said with a smirk.
"Oh, alright, but don't do it again! I don't want the whole damn world to know were … uhh … yea," she said, remembering she was never supposed to ever say that they had had sex. About a month before Magic School was attacked, they'd gone out to Japan Town and had somehow smuggled some sake. They'd only drink a little, but drinking had gone to kissing, and kissing had gone to sex.
"Hey, remember, we don't ever talk about that night again, okay?" he said, giving her a look.
"Right sorry. So … do you really think I was going to send him flying?" she asked, as they saw Mr. Wolfe and Professor Dumbledore approach.
"Oh, yea. You were squinting and we don't want to make a scene," he said.
"I felt your powers reacting," Mr. Wolfe said, ever so bluntly.
"Yea, I … almost sent someone flying, but I didn't!" she said, at first looking guilty and then looking happy.
"Well, I guess there's that to be relieved about. Albus was saying that you wanted to go back to San Francisco, is that true?" Mr. Wolfe asked, looking worried.
"Yea, I—we don't fit in here! Look, the enchantments that Professor Dumbledore put on the school isn't going to do anything for us! We can still orb and … well demons can still dark orb, shimmer, or blink into the school! We need to put our own protection on the school," she said, looking frightened. "I just … I don't wanna get caught by demons. If worst comes to worse, I'd rather kill myself, than offer up to them. Why can't we add crystals around the school? I mean, that's what we used around my place."
"True, but I don't think you're aunt had enough for the whole school," he said. Professor Snape and Professor Lucius walked out and saw the four of them talking.
"Actually, she did—does," she said firmly, as Snape and Malfoy came up behind them.
"Albus," Professor Malfoy said.
"Lucius, hello," Dumbledore said. "My dear, how would we get these crystals you speak of?"
"Umm … well, I was thinking … of a ritual(?)" she said, looking at Mr. Wolfe. "Mr. Wolfe, please! We have about four Whitelighters and we've got me, a Darklighter. Why can't we just try and call the crystals and the book?" she asked.
"If we bring the book here, we're putting their lives in danger! They also want the book; they want the book and you," he said.
"What book are you talking about, Wolfe?" Dumbledore asked. Lucius and Severus were listening to the conversation, but acting as if they weren't there.
"The book I'm talking about, sir, is the Book of Shadows. The Book of Shadows is the most powerful magical object that our kind has. The Book of Shadows is wanted by every evil thing there is in the Underworld, and the book, is mine," she said. "And is mine to do what I wish with it," she hissed, glaring at Mr. Wolfe.
"No it's not! The book, since I am your guardian, is mine until you turn eighteen, and will stay at the house!" Mr. Wolfe bellowed.
"What good is it there if we've got no protection on it? If some demon shimmered out with the book, by holding the shield that covered the book, they would have it! Mr. Wolfe, I'm doing this, whether you like it, or not," she hissed. "And I thought, you were my family's friend."
"Taylor!" Mr. Wolfe yelled. "Albus, is there a classroom that we can borrow, after dinner?" he asked.
"Yes, I believe so. Why?" Dumbledore asked.
"Because, we need a place to hold the ritual," he said. Taylor turned around, and ran over to Mr. Wolfe and hugged him.
"Thank you!" she exclaimed, jumping on him. "You're the best!"
"Taylor, we gotta tell everyone about the ritual, except for Dan. I think we've still got our suspicions about it," Tom said, his fists clenched.
"Oh, yea! We do. Hmm … I'll have Leanne send a message to everyone, okay?" she said, getting off Mr. Wolfe.
"How?" Dumbledore asked.
"Using her telepathy. She can sends messages to people through her though her mind," Taylor said. "Mr. Wolfe, since I'm a Darklighter, and we saw tattoos appearing on my face, that means I'm a tracker Darklighter, right?"
"Yes, that means you're a tracker Darklighter," Mr. Wolfe said, looking as if he hadn't wanted her to figure that out.
"Okay, just wondering, because I feel weird when I'm around Tom," she said, as everyone stared at her.
"What do you mean when you say 'feel weird'?" Mr. Wolfe asked, looking horrified.
"I mean, I feel … weird. I never felt like this before," she said, as all the professors looked very concerned.
"Tay, look, sex is a big—" started Mr. Wolfe.
"SEX?! You think I'm talking about sex?" she asked, looking disgusted. "NO! I'm saying, that I feel weird when I'm around anyone who's a Whitelighter! Not sex!" All the teachers gave a sigh of relief.
"Oh, that means that you're Darklighter side is coming out," he said, looking relieved. "WAIT! That means you're evil side is growing as strong as your good side!" he said, looking horrified. "You've got to fight it!"
"Oh, screw it! I've gotta go to class, Mr. Wolfe. We'll talk about our ritual during dinner, okay?" she said, walking off with Tom.
"My God! Why did you die Piper? Why did you all have to die?" he asked, looking up at the ceiling. "You're niece is wearing me out Piper!"
"What happened to her family?" Snape asked.
"It's a long story that would be best told by her," Mr. Wolfe said, walking off.
"Wolfe, what exactly do you think she was talking about? Or at least, what kind of ritual would she be talking about?" Dumbledore asked.
"The ritual I think she'd be talking about, is having everyone who can orb, try to call the book and the crystals. The crystals, if you put them around, like the castle, will protect us from any outside demons, warlocks, or anything like that, but all the crystals must stay where they are to ensure it works. You might wanna tell the students not to touch the crystals, if we use that plan," Mr. Wolfe suggested.
"Wolfe, is she really that powerful?" Snape asked.
"Unfortunately, yes, she is that powerful. With being a tracker Darklighter, the most powerful Darklighter there is, and being the daughter of a Charmed One, she alone, tips the balance to good, by God only knows how much," Mr. Wolfe said. "And, a Charmed One, was these three powerful sister, Prue, Piper, Phoebe, and Paige. Paige never came into the picture until after Taylor's mom was killed. They possessed the three powers of telekinesis, molecule freezing, and premonition. Paige, was half Whitelighter and half witch, so it's basically Taylor, except she's half Darklighter," he explained. "Now, if you please, I must be going, I have work to do," he said, leaving the three professors.
"Albus, if the Dark Lord finds out about this, which he has, this could be horrible for us," Snape said.
"I know, Severus, I know," Dumbledore said, walking off.
A/N: So, how am I doing? If there are mistakes with like my facts, please tell me. Thanks for reading, please comment, and NO FLARES!