Chapter Nine: A Professor, A Secret and Two Headmasters.
Emalia spent the next few days in the Remembrance Room. She lost all sense of time; she was never hungry, never tired, never thirsty. Or so she thought. She
had drowned out everything that her body was screaming at her. Her joy mixed with grief made everything else irrelevant.
Emalia could not remember the last time she had slept, she was completely immersed in the memories of her mother. At least she was until she felt herself being pulled out of the memory by an outside force. Panicking she tried to defend herself, but to no avail, she was pulled out of the memory by Professor Guinevere. 'I assume you did not mean to use a Stinging Hex against me?' she asked with a wince. Emalia looked horrified. 'Professor! I uh, I uh, I didn't know..' Professor Guinevere held up her hand and Emalia stopped talking. 'No need to apologise Miss Potter. However you need to leave this room.'
Emalia's heart nearly stopped. 'I'm sorry Professor, what?' Professor Guinevere looked down at Emalia with great pity in her eyes. 'You have been spending an unhealthy amount of time in this room Emalia. I know you are searching for a way to be closer to your mother but if I find you here again I am afraid I will have to punish you.' Emalia was shell-shocked. She muttered some inaudible reply and left the room.
Corisande hated saying those things to Emalia, but she knew that if she did not step in then the memories of her mother would consume her and drive her insane. She had seen it happen to her own mother and she was damned if she was going to see it happen to Emalia as well. As Corisande stepped out of the room she cast an illusion spell, a repellent spell and to be safe a charm that would prevent Emalia even thinking about the room. The memories that she had gained about her mother would be locked away in a safe place in her mind, but she would not remember them until the spell was lifted. Corisande was in the middle of berating herself inside when she got an owl with a message instructing her to go to the Headmistress's room.
As Corisande entered the room she visibly stiffened. Madame Maxim stood at her desk conversing with a man none other than Albus Dumbledore. Corisande could feel the ice in her heart harden. She had no love for this man. He had cost her everything she held dear and now her pain was caused because of the choices he had forced on her and her loved ones. She would and could never forgive him. Albus and the headmistress looked up at her when they heard her close the door. His blue eyes met her grey ones. She held his gaze and he held hers, she thought she could see a glimmer of regret in his eyes, but how was she to know. 'Corisande, I know this is hard for you but you must keep a watchful eye over her.' He said still holding his gaze. Corisande nodded curtly.
Madame Maxim looked at her, 'Have you anything to report Professor Guinevere?' she asked, with an evident tone of displeasure in her voice. Corisande was shocked at the tone; surely Madame Maxim knew her issue with Albus Dumbledore? 'Yes, Headmistress I do. I am afraid I have had to put an end to Emalia's visits to the Remembrance Room. The room, what it contained and symbolised, was consuming her. She has been spending every waking moment in that room. I concealed it from her vision and from her memory. The memories she has discovered about her mother are safely locked away in her head. She'll get them back when she is able to deal with all of this properly.' Dumbledore looked at her with such intensity, she felt as though she should flinch but she would not give him that satisfaction. 'Professor Guinevere,' he began 'that was not the plan we agreed to.' Corisande looked back at him, she knew she had to leave she could feel the pain in her head beginning again. She needed to get back to her room before she passed out. 'Professor Dumbledore, I am afraid I will have to continue this conversation at some other time. Madame Maxim, I will come in for a weekly update tomorrow after my morning classes.' She paused and looked at the concerned looks on their faces. 'Good evening.' She said briskly before leaving the room to contain herself inside her room and inside her own personal version of pain.