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Professor Longbottom stared me down as though he was trying to see if I was about to laugh and say, "Just kidding!"
"Are you out of your mind? Is this something the older kids told you? See this is exactly the problem with Slytherins. They think that jut because you're a first-year that they can trick you into getting high."
"Nobody told me. I did my research. Professor, this is important. I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't."
"Why do you need this?"
"I need to brew a Driftwhiskie potion."
"A Driftwhiskie potion? No you don't. I have no idea how you even found out about its existence but Driftwhiskie is only for extreme cases."
"My case is pretty extreme."
Professor Longbottom half chuckled half scoffed. "No, I mean very extreme cases. One would only need Driftwhiskie as a last resort. This would be someone who is possessed, being pursued, very dark stuff. Honestly, people don't bother messing with it anymore."
"Is it dangerous?" I asked.
"Oh yeah. It leaves one vulnerable. If somebody tries to use it to chase the nightmare out of his dreams but fails, then he gives complete and total access to his brain, thoughts, and inner memories. Plus the potion is highly temperamental and after Silk Herb became extinct in the late 90's, it' pretty expensive as well."
"I need this. Professor, I've been having dreams this year. I never dream. But all of the sudden, every night I have a horrible dream. There's this hooded figure and he does terrible things- I researched it. It's my future if the hooded figure switches places with my reflection. He's been very close. I've been on Vamped Vampire Viktor's Energy Draught since."
"Look, I'm a herbology professor. I'm not an expert on this type of stuff." Professor Longbottom paused. "Are you sure this is really that serious?"
"Absolutely."
"There's no way we can get the Devil's Flower into the castle, not how things are these days and the Silk Herb- that will be a problem. Is there any other way?"
"Can you teach me occlumency and legilimency?"
"I-I-no. I cannot. I really want to help you, but I'm just not the right person. You should talk to Headmaster Flitwick. He might be of better help than I am."
"Thanks, Professor." Professor Longbottom nodded.
"Keep me posted, okay? If there's anything else that I can do to help please let me know."
I nodded. "Sure thing."
Headmaster Flitwick was on leave that week so I had to wait. Each day was a nightmare. Each night was a terror.
Naturally, as soon as he returned, I rushed to his office. I explained everything to him and asked for his help.
"Well now. This is a very serious predicament. It is unclear why you're experiencing these visions. They are very rare and a hooded figure represents darkness. I would say that whether this future comes true or not, you have some shady days ahead of you. Perhaps you should talk with Professor Trelawny…"
"No! Stop referring me to people. I need help-now!"
"Ehenorf!"
"Headmaster! I am not trying to cause attention to myself, but this is serious!" I yelled.
"Out of my office! I am sick of this nonsense."
"I'm not lying. Come on. Read my mind. Do whatever you need to to prove that I am being honest."
Flitwick hopped off of the desk and raised his wand. Memories flooded through my head. Roxie, my first day at Hogwarts, the hooded figure.
"Stop!" I screamed. The visions of the hooded figure overwhelmed me. All of my dreams merged together. The dead bodies. Voldemort. Things I didn't mean for Flitwick to see.
"Enough!" The visions suddenly stopped and the office returned to sight.
"Let's start immediately. Remember, this is quite dangerous and we may not be successful. You are not to tell anyone else of this at all and you must do exactly as I say."
"Of course." I agreed.
The lessons with Headmaster Flitwick were, putting it nicely, grueling. It was quite obvious that he didn't like me very much and even more obvious that occlumency and legilimency weren't meant for an eleven-year-old.
By April things had started to change. Some more Hogwarts students were kidnapped and hadn't been found. Trips to Hogsmeade were officially canceled and all mail was screened. Jeremy and his friends took advantage of the situation and made money on smuggled goods. Even though Hogwarts was seeing some dark days, the un was shining on my watch.
The Slytherin team competed in a Hifftyfleet competition against Liverpool Great School of Magic and won. We went on to play other schools and had great success. Though my grades dropped, I was able to successfully learn occlumency and legillimency.
"I'm ready, Headmaster. I've been able to do everything that you've asked. I've worked exhausting hours and I've been awake on energy draught practically all year."
"No. I'm sorry, but this isn't the time. Finish your exams. Maybe we can wait until your third year-"
"Are you crazy? No! I will not wait that long!"
"Ehenorf! Don't you dare question my judgment. This is more than just occlumency or legiliemency. You have to be aware of the dream; you have to be stealthy."
"I've done my research. I know that you have to be discreet. I know that in the dream I'm only a reflection. I have to mimic the hooded man's body movements. I can only move forward when he does. I can only raise my wand when he does. I know how to play the game."
"You have no idea what you're talking about. To you this is just some game. Ten points from Slytherin."
"What? Are you friggin psycho?"
"One hundred points from Slytherin!"
I stomped out of Flitwick's office and ran outside. The sun was almost setting. I
would have to be in the castle soon.
I grabbed a raggedy broom from the storage closet and hopped on. The fact that it was glued together with a poorly made adhesive potion and that it hadn't been ridden in at least twenty years added to the excitement. The broom tossed and turned. It didn't want to do anything more than hovering, but I forced it to go as high as the sky. I did some loops and turns and enjoyed the view. Suddenly, the broom would not have any more. It swooped down and crashed toward the ground. I landed flat on my elbow.
Trying to take the broom back to the cupboard, I clenched my elbow. The tingling sensation morphed into an extremely painful stinging feeling.
I dropped the broom. As I tried to pick it up, the broom combusted. I remembered hearing about old, retired brooms in my flying lesson. Oh well. I thought. Now the school will have to actually purchase another one.
My elbow still hurting, I walked into the castle. I noticed a host of angry Slytherins by the hour glasses.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"We just lost all of our points!"
"We had one hundred and ten points this morning!" Another cried out.
"How much to you bet that it was a Gryffindor who used polyjuice potion to screw up Slytherin?"
"Cynthia, it would have to be more than one. I mean who in the hell of it can lose one hundred and ten points in one day?"
"You really want to know what happened?" I started, "Ask Flitwick." With that, I hopped up to the common room.
"Move Cerberus!" I shouted. Cerberus looked at me as if I was crazy. I was not in the mood for that lazy cat, not then. Forcefully, I picked him up and moved him from the bed. I pulled the curtains and lay down. I was ready and was going to conquer the hooded figure once and for all.
The excitement and fury made it very difficult for me to fall asleep. I tossed and turned and waited. It had been so long since I had slept in an actual bed.
The hooded figure approached from the distance. Come on. Come closer. He raised his wand. Great. I can take advantage of this opportunity. "Legilimens!" The visions of the cloaked man rushed through my head. Sort through them. Be quick! Go for recent memories. Green flashes of light. Murders. Inferi. A blond boy. Gryffindor? Wait it was Tracy Margulies, the boy was kidnapped and he was accompanied by other kidnapped students. Come on dig deeper. What the? What is he doing? Oh my God: Inferi!
My elbow stung. I rubbed my eyes and looked at it. It had gone from red to purplish-green. Suddenly, I realized where I was. I wasn't used to sleeping in the actual dormitory, so the sight of my bed confused me for a few seconds. I had to alert Flitwick.
"Where exactly are you headed to?"
"None of your business." I retorted, not bothering to turn around.
"I'm a prefect it is very much my business. And unless you tell me where you are going, I will give you detention."
"I'm seeing the headmaster, if you must know."
"Wait until tomorrow."
"Hell no."
"Detention until the end of school!" I heard as I charged out of the door and into Flitwick's office.
"Ah Ehenorf. I'm so glad that you took the liberty of blaming me for your loss of Slytherin's points. I told them it was your fault. I'm sure you'll pay."
"Yeah, sure. Professor I have some very important information. I dreamt. I went to sleep and used my legilimency."
"Are you insane?"
"I have information. The students who were kidnapped- Tracy, Nina, all of them- whoever did it has something in mind. Somebody kidnapped them and handed them to the hooded man, possibly the future me, and he plans to k-k-kill them! He wants to kill them and turn them into inferi!"
Flitwick stared at me. "Are you sure?"
"Yes sir."
"Very well. This is exactly why I told you to wait. You're not ready for this! Please tell me you were safe. Were you discreet?"
"Uh- I wasn't really focusing on that but-"
"Did you use occlumency first?"
"I didn't think that was necessary…"
"Oh God!"
"Headmaster, is that a problem?"
"Possibly. You can no longer 100 percent rely on the future information. You'll have to watch your back even more carefully. It means this dangerous and dark cloaked man knows that you're there."
