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A Thunderous Silence
Chapter 12
The Honorable House of Nobody
Samuel walked into the room. Harry and Draco were openly gawking at the older man, it wasn't often a complete stranger strolled into the castle. And very few wizards wore dress robes on a daily basis. Nick and I scowled as a member of my other family walked into the room.
"I told you I would come," Samuel said as he walked into the room.
Nick turned to me. "You said you had given him a response."
I glared down Samuel; I had given him a response.
"Thanks, but no thanks is not the response I needed to hear," Samuel told me. "You need to come home with me."
"Who are you?" Draco demanded.
"Me? I'm Samuel of the Honorable House of Nobody," my cousin replied.
"The Honorable House of…Nobody?" Harry asked.
Samuel slid across the desks to come to a stop in front of the two young wizards. "Who are you two?"
"Harry Potter."
My cousin reached up and stroked the scar that the young boy tried to hide by his bangs. "Love."
"Excuse me?" Harry asked.
Samuel turned to the blonde wizard. "Who are you?"
"Draco Malfoy."
The well-dressed man stared down at Draco. The two looked into each other's eyes for a long time. Finally, Samuel found what he was looking for and sat back. "History."
"What are you talking about?" Draco demanded.
"Magic," Samuel said simply. "Pure and raw magic, magic when you are using magic without even realizing it, comes from a very deep place inside of you. Usually comes from an emotion or an idea. Take a look at Nicolas, or is it Professor Fairweather, his magic comes from his sense of adventure. The minute the man can roam free, his magic becomes stronger, purer."
"The purer the blood, the purer the magic," Malfoy retorted.
Samuel held up his hand and pricked his finger so that he could show the red blood that flowed down his finger and into the gold ring that Samuel wore. "Last time I checked, everyone bleeds red."
My fist made contact with my desk. All three of them turned to me, looking slightly scared. I pushed the two wands I had been holding since this morning towards the young wizards.
They both grabbed their wands, and went back to their organizing. I had expected them to grab their wands and run, but they were too curious about the stranger that was currently wrapping the self made wound in a handkerchief. Immediate panic set in. Potter was sure to tell his friends, and they would search into the Honorable House of Nobody. There wasn't much to find, but it was still there. They would learn of a family that only meddled when they saw fit.
While that would be annoying to explain to the trio, I was more worried about Draco. Who knew who the boy would take that information too. Severus had some clue about my family, though I had hoped to avoid telling him exactly who they were. Draco's father would try to find away to make a contact out of me. I didn't even want to think abut how the Dark Lord would use me if he were to find out.
Nick cleared his throat. He had seen my panic and had thankfully stepped up to help. "You two need to leave."
"But we aren't done," Harry said.
Draco nodded.
At least we knew they could get along while it suited them.
"I'm very glad that the two of you feel the need to live up to such high expectations," Nick praised, smiling evilly. "Let's go to talk to Professor Sprouts, she was telling me this afternoon that she could use some help in the greenhouse."
Nick wrapped arms around both boys' shoulders and proceeded to lead them out of my classroom.
"Wait," Draco said, before turning back towards Samuel and I. "Where does Professor Lexington get her magic from?"
I frowned and glared at the boys. They could read me loud and clear. Both unconsciously maneuvered themselves behind Nick, hoping he would protect them if I decided to hex them.
"I though that would be obvious, it comes from her silence," Samuel answered.
After that, Nick rushed the two boys out of the room and towards one of the greenhouses. My hand made contact with the back of Samuel's head before I returned to my grading.
"That was unkind," Samuel pouted at me.
I kept my eyes on the seventh years' papers.
"Now don't be like that," Samuel said as he sat down on the edge of my desk. "I told you I would come, and now here I am."
I leaned back in my chair and glared at him. The essence of my magic curled around me, desperately wanting to lash out at the man.
"Now in all honesty, you need to come home soon," Samuel told me point blankly.
My fingers drummed on the table, as the word "No" wrote itself in the air above my head. My mother had never told me where my "pure magic" originated from, and I didn't appreciate being told it came from my silence.
Samuel shook his head. "Our seers have seen things that scare even them. They say that no matter what vision comes, you always fall at the hands of the Unforgivables. At times it results in your death."
I felt the fingers of my hand begin to twitch. I didn't know if they were going to go for my wand or go for a punch. Samuel was a part of that family that had never bothered to even owl me when I was at St. Mungos all those years ago. And now they were worried about me.
"Don't give me that look," Samuel accused me. "You wouldn't have written back even if I had owled you. You quite literally threw Mona out of your room. We took that as a sign that we weren't welcome."
I sat back in anger, knowing that is was the truth. Taking several deep breaths, I tried to calm my magic, which was threatening to lose control.
"Just think about it, please Alexis?" Samuel said as he placed a small ring box on the desk in front of me. "This is from your Grandfather. Try not to hurt the old man, he has grown tender and sentimental in his old age."
Samuel strolled out of the room. I knew he would leave Hogwarts without anyone else realizing he was even in the castle.
I opened the black velvet box and stared down at the ring inside.
How does one describe silence? Perhaps, something that is cold, dark, and unwelcoming. Or maybe something that is soothing and relaxing. Others would describe it lonesome while other would describe it as necessary. To me, it was how I lived my life from day to day.
The ring was styled in the shape of a four pointed star. It was inlaid with small diamond like crystals. Around the edges of the star were decorative swirls inlaid with black crystals. It reminded me of silence, a shining beacon in the chaos of noise.
I placed the ring on the ring finger of my right hand and it immediately sized itself to fit. I stared at it for a moment before taking it off and putting the piece of jewelry back into its box. The box fit comfortably in the pocket of my robes. I gathered up the seventh years' essays I had been working on into a neat pile on the corner of my desk. I left my classroom and headed straight for the dungeons.
I wondered if I should tell Severus about my family.
