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Chapter 11
Truth revealed
"From the curses, yes. But you are not immune to every spell," Dumbledore explained. I couldn't believe this… I heard about Harry's fortunate accident when he was only a year old. But to be able to survive every single curse thrown at me, that was just… somewhat inhuman.
"But… how can that be?" I asked numbly. This was too much to handle. If I couldn't die because of these curses, then maybe it wasn't safe for me to stay in school. People would come after me just because they know what I can do.
"I know what you're thinking, Jamie. It's a very powerful scar you're bearing. That's why this must stay a secret. If word spreads out that someone with your type of gift roams the school grounds, there is no way of assuming who could come after you. They want your gift. And they will stop at nothing to obtain it," Dumbledore informed me. This could not be happening to me. I didn't deserve this scar. Others needed to be saved from the curses more than me. This was not something that I should carry.
"Isn't there some way to get rid of it? I mean… there's no way that I should be the one to have this bloody curse!"
"You think that scar is a curse?" Dumbledore asked calmly but dumbfounded. He didn't believe I should think this way.
Well, what other way was there to look at this?
"Well, it sure isn't a thrill ride. I don't deserve to bear this! There… there has to be some way to remove it," I answered in a rush. All of this was too overwhelming. At this point, nothing could make me feel better. A curse this powerful was not something that should be given to someone like me, who never was able to help anyone else but herself.
"I'm afraid there is no way to remove it. No one has ever found something quite like this," Dumbledore answered as he stepped towards me and placed his old fingers on my scar. It didn't feel right to have it behind my neck. He removed it shortly afterwards and looked at me with sympathetic eyes. "I'm sorry Jameson but this gift is a part of you. Your parents must have known that Voldemort would be after you and they wanted to protect you in the best way imaginable."
"There's no way to call this a gift," I plainly said. And it was the truth. In what way was this curse a gift? Sure it could save my life but it didn't belong on my neck. My eyes glistened with tears as I closed my eyes and looked away from the old headmaster.
But Dumbledore didn't say anything else for that matter. It shocked me that one with so much wisdom would ever have nothing to say. "I'm sorry Jamie but I do believe I am holding your potions class. You should be heading out. And remember my warning. Dark forces will try to come after you for your gift. Try to prevent anyone from knowing this factor," He warned me but somehow, it didn't seem right. Something was going to happen and very soon.
Grabbing my bag that had apparently fallen at my feet, I whipped the tears away and looked at Professor Dumbledore with a fake smile. "Of course Professor. Thank you for the information," I answered before leaving the office and heading to my potions class, tears falling down my cheeks on the way there.
How could anyone bare such a dangerous and powerful curse? Surely this was some sick joke that Professor Dumbledore was trying to pull on me. But then again, Professor Dumbledore was not one that could joke around about something this serious. Nothing could make this day any worse. And if Hermione or any of my other friends found out about this, they could very well reject me, just like anyone else. Great turnout.
Just when I thought that settling into Hogwarts would be a good thing, something had to go and ruin it. At some point, you would think that my bad luck would fade but I guess not. Some tears started pouring down even more and there was no possible way that anyone would see my face like this, all red and puffy. Running to the bathroom, the tears finally came out more distinctly and I cried for a few minutes. Everything was all so overwhelming. No one could ever keep a secret like this, not even me. Placing my hands on my face, my mind recalled everything that Professor Dumbledore had told me.
"If word spreads out that someone with your type of gift roams the school grounds, there is no way of assuming who could come after you. They want your gift. And they will stop at nothing to obtain it." That was what he told me. Voldemort would come after me and Death Eaters would come at the school. Everyone was in danger while I stood here.
"Is someone having a bit of a hard day?" A woman's voice said, mist covering her voice. Removing my hands from my face and turning my head towards the voice, I noticed that a female ghost had appeared right beside the window. She stared at me and approached me shortly after.
"Who… who are you?" I asked, my voice cracking from the tears.
"Moaning Myrtle. And what are you doing, standing here in my bathroom?!" Looking around, I found that there were cobwebs and dust all over the mirrors. When was the last time that someone had come in here? And what did she mean by her bathroom? She wore the Hufflepuff gown, which means she must have been a former student.
"And why in bloody hell should I explain myself to you? And frankly, no one can own a bathroom. It can be used by anyone," I exclaimed frustratingly. If this kept going, I'd probably be late for Defence Against the Dark Arts and Professor Snape would surely yell at me for sure. And today was not my day. No one could get me angry. "It belongs to everyone."
Suddenly, water spluttered out of the fountain and from the sinks, splashing my face with dirty water. Luckily, none of it fell on my clothes. They were clean while my face was all wet. The water stopped splashing a few seconds later and an angry Moaning Myrtle looked at me, anger flashing in her dead eyes.
"I suggest you leave now," She replied acidly. Well, I didn't need to be told twice what to do. Grabbing my bag once more off the soaked ground, I hurried out of the washroom and headed towards the DADA class. In a few minutes, the class stared at me and my watch told me that I was twenty-three minutes late. No surprise there. With everything that happened, it wasn't a surprise that being tardy was on my list.
Taking a large sigh, my hand reached for the door and pushed it open unhappily and Snape looked towards me and the door. And he didn't look very jolly. "Very kind of you to join us Miss Karsson. Now, take your seat before I give you a three thousand word essay to write for tonight," He warned as he turned his attention back to the board. He wrote a few words on the board as I took my seat beside Hermione, who looked quite worried as she looked at my tear-streaked face.
"Are you alright?" She asked worriedly.
"Yes… just not in the right mood," I admitted before Snape turned his attention back to the class, stepped away from the board and looked at me mostly. What was the matter with him today? He had already showed me the power behind my curse and brought me to Professor Dumbledore so he could explain the power behind my curse. Of course this class was not going to end well.
Looking at the board, my eyes fell upon the four words he had written. Curses, signs and blessings. Oh no. "Now students, today we have a special class. Curses are types of spells that have the most negative effects. When using a curse, it is implied with the intention to inflict pain, control someone or even bring death to the victim. With blessings, it's the contrary. Some blessings come in certain signs. But there is one particular sign that has come to my attention lately. Someone," He started eyeing me carefully as he spoke. If I knew Snape, he'd use me as an example and Professor Dumbledore clearly stated that no one was to know of my little… curse, "has been given a certain blessing as you could faintly call it and I would like all of you to witness this blessing."
Oh god… this was not going to end well.
"Miss Karsson, could you step up here please?" Snape asked and a loud gulp was heard from my part. He wouldn't dare do this, not in front of everyone. "Miss Karsson." He eyed me angrily now.
I didn't say anything. Nothing could save me now. Hermione looked at me carefully and worriedly while I advanced towards the board nervously. Standing next to Snape, my eyes glanced over every student in the classroom. They all looked either confused, worried or—as in Malfoy's case—happy. "Now, Miss Jameson will demonstrate for us the effects of this certain sign. Take a few steps back, Miss Jameson," He ordered me and reluctantly, I obeyed. Unfortunately, there was no choice. I had to obey or it was a three thousand word essay on my part and a long lecture from Professor Dumbledore.
"Sir, you can't—"
"Watch as Miss Jameson evades Death's grip," He mentioned before pointing his wand straight at me and pronounced the Avada Kedavra curse.
"NO!" I heard Hermione scream as the jet of green light erupted from Snape's wand and hit me straight in the chest, sending me flying backwards onto the hard floor once more. Did every teacher want me to feel pain? Once my back hit the floor, my body rolled once on my side and my 'lifeless' body lay there still, hoping everyone thought that I no longer lived. My eyes stayed closed and, even though it pained me, my breathing stopped. I couldn't stay like this for very long. No one could hold their breath forever. "Jamie!" Hermione screamed; her voice cracking as she screamed my name.
No one could find out about this curse. Dumbledore had specified it. But… how was it possible to evade the obvious? Snape would leave me on the floor, waiting until I caught my breath and everyone would find me alive. "How could you use the unforgivable curse on her Professor?! It's forbidden!" Hermione screamed once more. She was crying; that much was obvious. Bloody hell… Did I have to cause everyone such pain today? It surely was not my best day.
"Stand up Miss Karsson," Snape ordered and reluctantly, I disobeyed, wondering if there were severe consequences to my actions. And when he ordered me again to stand, my body still lay motionless on the floor. Hermione's cries could be heard over the thundering of the classroom. Everyone was going wild. Some were screaming that I was dead, or some were cheering Professor Snape on a good job. Most of the cheering was done by the Slytherin table, obviously run by Malfoy. He was quite the loathsome kid.
But as the cheering and screaming continued, Professor Snape did something quite bold and dangerous.
He repeated the killing curse repeatedly every few seconds and it hit me quite harshly every time. Snape must have used it several times before Hermione screamed and her loud footsteps could be heard coming towards me. "Stop it! Haven't you done enough damage?!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. I snuck a peek at the scene in front of me, knowing that no one would pay much attention to me, and found Snape pointing his wand at Hermione. He was going to use the killing curse on her, who stood right in front of me.
She couldn't get killed, not because of me.
"NO!" I screamed and stood in front of her, catching everyone's attention. Some gasped at the sight of my sudden awakening but most of the room just looked at me in fright. I was now the new school freak. "Don't you dare hurt her," I warned in an angry tone. Snape just looked at me evilly. This was all part of his plan.
"Now everyone, witness this young girl's curse," Professor Snape answered and everyone just stared. Obviously, he wanted this to play out his way. Well, if he wanted to win so badly, he could win proudly.
I grabbed my things and headed out of the class, everyone's stares back on me. Well, I guess it was time to move schools again.
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