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"Bugger, where did I put it," I mutter under my breath.
I went to reach for something, only to have my hand miss it by inches. Depth perception was off too, how I hate being blind, in any sense. Not to mention I could be attacked on this side, and with Potty going on the warpath when he gets his family jewels set back to rights, I'd rather not have any handicap. I stand up, only to find what I was looking for sitting on the edge of my chair. Huh, must have thrown it not realizing what it was. I slip the eye patch on, and take it off. This would be an obvious show of weakness, and the eye was still there.
Waving my wand, the clothing strewn around the room flies back into the wardrobe, in the precise order it was in to begin with. I look at the bolts of cloth longingly, not the time to think about sewing anything, even by magic. Don't want to wind up sewn to the garments.
I grab my rucksack, feeling mildly proud that I had managed to grab it on the second try. Locating my school books, parchment and the quill I could dictate to, I head back over to Draco's room.
Walking in I see the two of them bent over a piece of parchment. Ginny looks up when I come in and smiles before returning to what she was doing before.
I sit on the bit of table that wasn't taken up by parchment and take out my potions text, bloody Snape and his essay due tomorrow.
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I nudge Draco, nodding my head at Ash. He fought a snicker as he saw her move the textbook, trying to read it.
A flash of sympathy crosses his features, followed closely by anger.
"Please tell me that you at least put Potty in the hospital wing?" He snarls.
"Well, I couldn't very well let him do this to me and get away with it," she growls out, "we're not going to have to worry about wee Potty's, maybe ever."
I felt my eyes grow large at this statement. One of the things I had learned while dating the prat was that he was looking forward to having a large family.
"What did you do?" I ask.
She smirks and bangs the heel of her boot hard against the stone floor. I hear a faint snicking sound and she holds up her shoe. A knife was sticking out of the tip of her shoe, and I could feel the smirk on my face as well. With a wave of her hand the blade sank back into the shoe.
"To the family jewels then?" I ask calmly.
"He's not going to be in good shape to do much of anything, for a while. He's not going to want to go to the infirmary with wounds like those," she says calmly.
I look at Draco out of the corner of my eye, and notice that he was looking at the blade, having gone very pale, but he had a smirk on his face.
"And the Weasel?" he drawls out, "no offense."
"None taken," I answer.
"He tried to stab me, and I returned the favor," Ash answers.
A look passes over Ash's face, and she walks to the bed where she had left the letter. Growling in frustration at the cramped handwriting, she tosses the letter to Draco before stalking back to her chair before the fire.
"Ms. Twilight," Draco reads, "I am glad to hear that you will be able to make it to the reading of the will. Your Father was adamant that it be read no less than a month after his death, all but giving me an exact date. As for the case with Ms. Weasley, since you have owled me early enough in the morning I was able to take care of the matter immediately and have come bearing good news, the ministry does not fight your case of taking guardianship, nor do they have problems integrating the youngest Weasley into your family. Please tell Ms. Weasley… excuse me… Ms. Twilight, welcome to the family. Hope to see the both of you at the reading then, one week hence, earlier if possible."
I felt stunned, the ministry didn't fight it, I was waiting for bad news to be owled back to Ash. I look at her, and she sat there with an amused smirk on her face. She got up and went towards the door.
"Where are you going?" I ask quickly.
"I have to make arrangements with Dumbledore," she answers.
"Not without me," I retort.
"Or me," Draco chimes in.
"It's not necessary for both…" she starts.
"Do you remember what happened the last time that you went off on your own?" Draco hisses.
She pauses to think about it, "fine, come if you want."
Draco turns to pick up his robes, and I fight a giggle as Ash misses the doorknob on her first attempt. Together we leave the dungeons, the corridors were deserted, everyone either in their rooms or the library preparing for tomorrow. We reach the Gargoyle that guards the staircase to Dumbledore's office.
Ash leans forward and whispers the password to it. It jumps aside and we ascend. The door open and waiting for us when we got to the top.
"I was wondering when you were going to come and see me," Dumbledore says, his voice cheery.
"I would have been here sooner, but I was… detained," Ash answers calmly, sitting in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
Draco and I sit on either side of her.
"Yes, I'm ashamed of what Mr. Potter took upon himself to do. But I'm glad to see that you were able to save the eye. If you wouldn't refuse my services," Dumbledore starts.
Ash inclines her head, and Dumbledore comes around his desk to stand directly in front of the chair that she was sitting in. He lowers his hand over her eye and mutters a spell under his breath. When he takes his hand away she is blinking in the light, the full function of her sight having returned to her.
"Mr. Potter's parents would have been ashamed of their sons behavior," Dumbledore mutters.
"Lily would have," Ash states, "James would have patted him on the back when she wasn't looking."
"Too true, but that still does not excuse his behavior. It does seem like he is starting down a path that would have been better left untouched. He was in here today, after the incident, trying to lay all of the blame on you. If I remember correctly, 'if the stupid bint had just told me what I wanted, I would have left her eye alone,'" Dumbledore recites his voice grave.
Ash looks over at us, a critical look in her eye.
I'm going to tell him, her voice resonates in my mind. I give her a nod, she looks at Draco and get the same.
"Do not put your faith in what is obviously a sinking ship. His was not the first prophecy foretelling the demise of the so-called Dark Lord. He was merely a plan b," Ash states calmly.
"Yes, but there is no telling when the beings of the first prophecy will turn up, if they do at all," Dumbledore whispers.
Ash stands, looking at him critically, "what I am about to show you goes no further than this room for the time being," she says, looking at Dumbledore, then at the portraits that adorned his walls.
There were mutterings of 'of course' from all around us and Ash nods firmly. She closes her eyes, and I could feel the shift of power in the room. Her wings extended took up almost the entire office. Looking at Dumbledore, his blue eyes were twinkling over the top of his glasses.
"The Angel of Death," he whispers, "and fire and ice."
Ash bows, her wings still extended to the Professor. I incline my head much like Ash did to him and I could see Draco mirroring me out of the corner of my eye.
Ash folds her wings, and sits sideways in the chair that she had occupied earlier.
"House unity is quickly becoming a problem," Ash states.
"Yes and even the sorting hat know it. The only thing is, we do not know what we are to do about it," Dumbledore responds.
"What are the uniforms but a way of signifying what house you are in," Ash begins.
"So if you take away the robes, you being to solve the problem," Dumbledore finishes, "I'm surprised that I didn't think of it sooner."
Ash smirks, and Dumbledore smiles.
"Well, what had brought you to my office? Apparently it was not your eye," I could hear the laughter in Dumbledore's voice.
"I'm going to need a week off of school, and permission to leave the campus," Ash answers.
"Whatever for?" Dumbledore asks.
"As you know, my father has recently passed away, and I need to take care of his will. I also need the time for the ceremony to bring another into the family line," Ash replies.
He looks at her questioningly.
"Ginerva, in light of her recent change of house and all that comes with it, has been disowned from her family. Though from what I hear, it is for the best. She is going to leave the name Weasley behind and become a Twilight," Ash explains.
"I'm sorry to hear that, Ms. Weasley, soon to be Twilight. Is this what you wish?" Dumbledore asks me.
"Yes, it is," I state.
"I'll notify your Professors, and you shall be able to leave tonight after dinner. I'll expect you back next Sunday."
Ash stands, her wings vanishing with a grace that I envied.
"Thank you Professor," she states calmly.
"One more question, do you know who the remaining two are?" he asks as we head to the door.
"Not yet, but they are within the school, I know that much," Ash answers leaving.
Hope began to bloom in my chest, I was looking forward to the week off of school, and I had a feeling that I was not going to forget it anytime soon.
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