"This, is a Fanged Geranium, class. Now, touch it very carefully, as it has very sharp teeth and it will bite hard. If given the chance, it will take off your finger! Now, once they are sedated, they are very useful in many types of healing potions, such as..." Professor Sprout was rambling, to which Elizabeth wanted to shoot herself in the food. She absolutely hated herbology; although she knew it was necessary for becoming a healer, she really didn't care. She memorized, she knew what she was doing and could do it right, but she was bored. Or maybe it was the teacher. She had never really contemplated it.
"Wormtail," Elizabeth said quietly, poking her friend in the side. Peter looked up, obviously startled, seeing as he was vigorously taking notes.
"Yeah, Paws?" Peter asked, glancing at her and then back to Professor Sprout.
"Wanna get out of her?" Elizabeth asked. Peter raised an eyebrow, and locked eyes with Professor Sprout.
"Now, I'm going to show you the proper way to uproot a Fanged Geranium. You may get bitten, so make sure your gloves fit!" Peter's beady eyes widened and looked at Elizabeth, nodding vigorously. Elizabeth tried her hardest not to laugh as she reached into her bag. As Professor Sprout began talking about uprooting the plant from the neck and roots, Elizabeth pulled out a small dung bomb. She then nudged Peter.
"Ask a question," Elizabeth said, causing Peter to look at her like she was crazy.
"What?" He asked.
"Ask a bloody question," Elizabeth said quickly as she released the pull on the dung bomb. Peter quickly raised his hand.
"Yes, Pettigrew?" Professor Sprout locked eyes with Peter. Peter glanced around before speaking.
"Well, uhm, professor, when you said from the roots, do you mean, uh, the roots from under the, er, soil or above the... soil," Peter said awkwardly, adjusting his weight.
"Excellent question, Peter! Well, you will be..." Professor Sprout kept looking at Peter as she answered his question, giving Elizabeth time to discretely move the dung bomb right next to the pot of the Slytherin standing next to her. Within moments, there was a loud bang and the dung bomb explodes, swaying the plants on the long table, even causing some to fall over onto the floor. A putrid smell filled the room and all of the students began screaming, filing out.
"Okay, students!" Professor Sprout screamed, pushing the students out, "class is dismissed! Go get cleaned up and I'll take care of this mess! I'll see you Friday!" She bellowed out, however the students didn't really seem to be listening. Elizabeth and Peter ran out of the greenhouse and up the hill, on their way back to the Hogwarts entrance, laughing the entire way.
"That was brilliant, Paws!" Peter exclaimed, patting her on the back as he caught his breath. Elizabeth laughed too, stretching her arms above her head.
"God, I really bloody hate that class," Elizabeth said, adjusting the bag on her shoulder. The two sauntered into the front entrance, laughing, when they were interrupted by a voice.
"Why, hello there Mr. Pettigrew, Miss Evans," Professor Dumbledore's voice echoed from a few feet away. While Peter froze in his spots, terrified to get in trouble, Elizabeth smiled brightly at the headmaster.
"Hi Professor Dumbledore! Or is it Headmaster? I can never seem to know which one it is," Elizabeth's smile sparkled around her as she put her hands behind her back, putting on her best 'good girl' act. Professor Dumbledore chuckled quietly.
"Professor is fine, Elizabeth. On your way back from a dung bomb in the green house, I assume?" The professor's eyes twinkled with laughter, but Peter didn't seem to notice: he began whimpering. Elizabeth wanted to slap him upside the head, but thought it was best not to.
"Well, yes professor. That seems to be what had happened," Elizabeth smiled again, nodding her head in agreement.
"For a class you certainly do well in, you certainly hate it. An Outstanding for all four years, correct?" The professor asked.
"Well, to be honest, professor, I've had an Outstanding in ever class since first year, except for divination, but who counts that as a class, anyways?" Professor Dumbledore chuckled at the girl slightly.
"Elizabeth, I was questioning if you would wind coming with me, just a moment. I won't keep you from your activities within the castle for too long," The professor said, turning slightly solemn. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow: wondering what she could have possibly done. She had never been called in by the headmaster, and this was a little frightening for her.
"Of course, professor. See you later, Wormtail," Elizabeth saluted at her friend and followed Dumbledore down the entrance hallway and to the headmaster's tower. They walked in silence - seeing as it was a short walk from the entrance - and eventually reached the gargoyle statue, to which Dumbledore said "Cockroach Cluster". The gargoyle spun and released a set of stairs, to which Dumbledore signaled for Elizabeth to wander up. Elizabeth looked around as she walked up, amazed with all of the golden and silver artifacts on the walls. Finally, they reached a door, which Dumbledore opened and ushered Elizabeth inside.
Elizabeth couldn't believe she was in such a beautiful place; there were books lining all of the walls, as well as silver instruments and whizzing little artifacts. He had his Pensieve in one corner, his phoenix in another, and Elizabeth was truly mesmerized.
"Quite a place, isn't it?" Professor Dumbledore pulled her out of her thoughts. Elizabeth turned and looked at him, smiling widely.
"Man, you can say that again. Is that really a Pensieve?" Elizabeth wandered over to the shallow stone basin. She moved her hand around the silvery substance in the basin, causing it to flutter and move like a cloud.
"Yes, it is. I've had it for quite a long time; it comes to help me in great times of struggle," The professor smiled, and Elizabeth turned around to face him.
"I bet. I've always wanted one," She said, turning back to it before looking yet again at the professor, "so what did you need, professor?"
"Sit down, Elizabeth," Professor Dumbledore swished his arm, pointing at the fluffy chair across from his desk. Elizabeth complied, and Dumbledore sat down in his grand, oak chair, grossing his fingers.
"Would you like a butterscotch?" He nodded toward the bowl in the middle of the desk. Elizabeth shook her head no, and waited to find out why the professor had called her in.
"How are your classes going?" Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at this question, figuring that the professor had full access to her grades, but answered politely anyways.
"Good, I suppose. My grades seem good, tests have been going well. I was able to keep up when I was in the hospital, thankfully," Elizabeth nodded, glancing down at her twittering hands.
"That's very good, it would have been unfortunate had you fallen behind," The professor said, his eyes staring behind Elizabeth, seemingly lost in an unknown place. Elizabeth wanted to turn around and see what could possibly be so interesting, but chose not to.
"I know you're very confused about why I've called you down here," Elizabeth continued to stay silent, "but I am very interested in you. Professor Turri told me that you already possess the ability to perform nonverbal spells,"
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow and shrugged, looking down and feeling modest, "Yeah, I've been able to perform them since I first got my wand,"
"Do you have any idea why?" Professor Dumbledore spoke quietly, tilting his head slightly to the right. Elizabeth shook her head in response.
"No, and I guess I've never really thought about it too much. Some wizards just are better at some things at others," Elizabeth said logically. Dumbledore nodded at her.
"This is very true, and some wizards excel in many subjects," Professor Dumbledore said. Elizabeth felt uneasy, as if he had been talking about her.
"Sir, what is this about?" She asked, shifting her weight in her chair. Professor Dumbledore smiled humbly at her.
"I didn't intend to make you feel uncomfortable, Elizabeth. I simply need to know some information," Elizabeth looked down and back at him, waiting for his next question, "do you remember what happened when you fainted at Dominic Maestro's?"
Elizabeth shook her head no, "No, I don't. Do you know what happened?"
"I suspect I do, yes,"
"Well then, please, fill me in," Elizabeth said, hoping he would have the answers she couldn't provide. Professor Dumbledore nodded, and unlinked his hands, pulling out a desk drawer. He rummaged through it, and finally pulled out a photograph.
"Do you recognize this woman?" The professor asked, staring at Elizabeth. Elizabeth looked at the photograph, studying it. It was a truly beautiful person: a peculiarly short woman, with long black hair that hung straight around her head. Her black eyes seemed to sparkle slightly, and her smile was addicting. She wore a family crest ring on her right hand, but Elizabeth couldn't make out what it was.
"Yes," Elizabeth said, not even intending to. She wondered why she had said that, considering she felt like she didn't recognize this woman; but it felt like someone was speaking for her.
"Can you tell me who she is?" The professor asked. As Elizabeth's mind began to form the words 'no', letters started piling around in her brain. She could see them in her minds, the 'l's and 'e's. Elizabeth was so caught up in the letters she didn't even notice that she had spoken.
"You are correct," Professor Dumbledore said, pulling Elizabeth away from her thoughts.
"What?" Elizabeth asked, profusely confused. She shook her head, glancing at the photos, and back up at Dumbledore. However, the professor didn't seem to be surprised.
"You said Druella Rosier-Black. You are correct," Elizabeth's eyes bulged out of her head, not knowing when she could have possibly said that.
"Black as in, Sirius Black, sir?" Elizabeth said, looking at the picture. She could see Dumbledore nod out of her peripheral vision.
"Yes, she was his parents sister-in-law," Elizabeth blinked rapidly, and stared at Dumbledore, confused and a little bit frightened.
"Okay, I'm really confused," Elizabeth finally said, wanting answers. Professor Dumbledore smiled and put the picture back in his desk, closing the drawer quietly.
"I think you possess a gift that few people have, Elizabeth,"
"And what gift is this? Insanity?" Elizabeth laughed, but the professor remained like stone. Elizabeth's smile slowly turned into a frown.
"I do believe you are a seer," Elizabeth practically flew out of her chair at these words, wanting to die on the floor laughing. She couldn't possibly be a seer.
"Like Trelawney? Yeah, no, I don't think so," Elizabeth laughed, placing her hands on her chest to try and calm down.
"Professor Trelawney is eccentric, certainly, but contains quite a beautiful and rare gift,"
"Minnie says that true seers are really rare," Elizabeth realized her words, "err, Professor McGonagall,"
"She is absolutely correct," Professor Dumbledore stood up, walking swiftly over to his library and moving his long, boney finger across book spines until he finally found one, pulling it out, "there are few seers in our world." He placed the book right in front of Elizabeth, flipping through the thin pages. The book was incredibly small; an obvious list and biography of true seers within the wizarding world.
"I guess I'm confused on how you've figured this out," Elizabeth said, her eyes attempting to avoid Dumbledore's.
"Tyler had told me what happened in Dominic Maestro's, Elizabeth. He said that before you passed out, you were mumbling things. Things about a woman with dark hair, about a pair of red eyes, about a beautiful child. Things you would have never heard anywhere else in the world. I knew at that moment, you were talking about Druella. Who although was a cruel person, didn't want her daughter to be involved, until Voldemort came and begged and killed her," Professor Dumbledore said. Elizabeth's head was swimming at this point: Who was Voldemort? And why didn't she remember this vision, or whatever it was she wanted to call it?
"Who is Voldemort, sir?" Elizabeth asked, looking up at Elizabeth.
"A dark wizard who is making his reigns on the wizarding community. He believes only in pure-bloods and believes muggles and muggle-borns should be sentenced to death," Elizabeth gulped loudly, feeling as if her throat was closing up.
"Red eyes, brown hair," Elizabeth whispered, an image forming in her mind of a mildly attractive young man. Professor Dumbledore nodded.
"You've been seeing him before," Elizabeth shrugged, looking down.
"Not really, I guess. I mean, I've been seeing red eyes. And I had this weird vision in the crystal ball of men in black hoods, with this weird thing coming out of the sky,"
"What did it look like?" Professor Dumbledore asked, leaning forward on his desk.
"Like a skull. And a snake. It was moving in the clouds," Elizabeth said, remembering the vision in her mind.
"I think this is enough for today, Elizabeth," Professor Dumbledore said, standing up. Elizabeth looked up at him, standing up as well.
"You think I'm a seer," She said, stating a fact. Although it was not a question, the professor nodded.
"I think that you have come across a treacherous road, Elizabeth," The professor said, and Elizabeth at that moment didn't feel afraid: she felt as if she was finally receiving answers.
"I'm muggle-born. How is it possible?"
"You have been blessed and cursed. You have many talents," The professor said, staring at the young girl in front of him. She nodded, her eyes pouring into his.
"So, the nonverbal magic. The weird dreams and thoughts. The ability to perform at great levels, everything is... what, exactly?" Elizabeth asked. The professor thought for a moment before answering.
"A gift. You have received a gift. I would like you to meet me here next Wednesday, Elizabeth. I think it's time that you no longer feel the need to be afraid," The professor smiled at the girl, who nodded and walked silently out of the headmaster's office. As she closed the door behind her, Dumbledore sighed and sat down in his chair, removing his glasses and looking down at his hands. He had hoped he was wrong; but he believed this girl wasn't in for an easy road, let alone one where she can posses such great gifts and not use them.
"Lily," Elizabeth wandered up to her sister during lunch, tapping her shoulder. Lily turned around from her conversation, smiling at her sister.
"Hey sis, what's up?" Lily said, putting her spoon back in a bowl of mash potatoes.
"I need to talk to you," Elizabeth said, her mind still racing from the earlier conversation she had with the headmaster. Lily raised an eyebrow and looked at her friends apologetically.
"Okay," Lily stood up and waved goodbye to her friends, following her sister out of The Great Hall. As she followed her up to the Gryffindor tower, she constantly questioned what this was all about, but Elizabeth refused to respond until they were in their dormitory, the door locked.
"What's going on?" Lily said worriedly as Elizabeth went over to her bed, collapsing on top of it.
"Dumbledore called me into his office this morning,"
"Oh?" Lily asked, walking over and sitting on her own bed, waiting for more information.
"He thinks I'm a seer," Lily's eyes bulged out of her head.
"Have you been having visions?" Lily asked her, leaning forward. Elizabeth closed her eyes, rubbing them in confusion.
"Yes. No. Well, I don't know. I guess. I didn't think they were visions, just weird thoughts and stuff. But Dumbledore thinks I'm a seer and thinks I'm like this talented witch and now I'm really freaked out," Elizabeth said, her eyes still closed. Lily sat in silence for a moment, thinking of how to process the information.
"It'll be fine, Elizabeth. This is really cool, actually. Once you learn to control it, it will be easier," Lily said and Elizabeth nodded, knowing she was right.
"It's also really freaky considering that Dumbledore actually seemed, well, worried,"
"Dumbledore was worried?" Lily asked in a surprised tone, to which Elizabeth only nodded again.
"Legitimately worried. Once he started asking me questions. It was about this guy named Voldemort, a dark wizard I guess. I don't know," Elizabeth sighed and turned over on her stomach, looking at Lily, "you're supposed to be the talented one,"
Lily laughed heartily, "We're both talented, hun,"
"You were born first. You were supposed to be the one who didn't lose any brain cells in the womb,"
"Which I didn't," Lily laughed at her sister again, who smiled slightly.
"He wants me to meet with him next Wednesday," Elizabeth said, shrugging, "I don't know what he wants to do,"
"Maybe clear things up for you. It will be good, I promise," Lily said and Elizabeth suddenly felt better at her sister's words.
"I love you, Lils," Elizabeth said, blowing a kiss over to Lily. Lily laughed and stood up.
"I love you too. Are you okay?" Lily asked, looking at her sister.
"I think so,"
"Then want to go get some lunch?"
"Well," Elizabeth paused, wanting to stay in bed, "I think I should write back mum and grandpappy. And then I guess head on out to classes," Lily nodded at her sister, waving goodbye as she walked out, hoping her sister really was okay.
Of course, Elizabeth didn't actually write her parents back, nor her grandparents. As soon as Lily left, she counted to 20 and then left the dormitory, walking down into the common room. She was grateful that no one was there, giving her the ability to walk up into the boy's dormitory without being noticed. Once she went up several flights of stairs, she finally reached the Marauders bedroom. She smiled and opened it: knowing that no one would be there.
When she walked in, she saw that all of the boy's beds were made for once: which surprised Elizabeth to no end. She sauntered over to Sirius's bed and sat on it, opening up his trunk next to his bed. She found quite a bit of clothes - she had never realized how many pairs of shirts he had - and found what she was looking for. She quickly stripped off her clothes and put on Sirius's boxers and a white dress shirt, breathing in his scent. Elizabeth smiled as she folded up her own clothes and pushed his trunk back underneath the bed. She then curled up on his bed, on top of the comforter and reached for Sirius's nightstand. She took his copy of The Daily Prophet and his slender, black reading glasses - which he never wore - and put them on, laying against his pillow and reading. She knew eventually Sirius would find her, and probably not care, but she appreciated the time to relax.
A half hour passed before Elizabeth heard footsteps coming up the boy's staircase. She glanced at the clock, seeing that it was time for class to start. Lucky for her, Sirius, and Remus, they all had break. She was sure Sirius was coming up here to probably take a nap with the time he had, and Remus was probably in the library. Elizabeth continued to read and when the door opened, she glanced up and smiled at the intruder.
"Why hello there," Elizabeth said, her eyes twinkling over Sirius's reading glasses. Sirius smiled widely and walked over to Elizabeth, kissing her on the lips.
"You have managed to make my clothes look incredibly sexy, darling," He spoke, kissing her again and rubbing his hand up and down her calf, feeling the smoothness of her tanned skin.
"I think you manage to do that all by yourself," Elizabeth said as Sirius crawled into the bed with her, moving his arms around her waist and kissing her neck gently.
"Peter told us you got pulled out by Dumbledore after you put a dung bomb in the greenhouse. You are so adorable, Paws," Sirius laughed, kissing her neck yet again. Elizabeth shrugged and took off Sirius's glasses and sat them on the nightstand.
"He just wanted to talk to me about some stuff," Elizabeth said, shrugging again. Sirius nodded, his grey eyes blending with hers.
"We figured that's why you didn't meet us for lunch outside," Sirius said, causing Elizabeth to nod in response. She didn't want to go too deep into what Dumbledore and her had talked about; not until all the boys were there, at least.
"Yeah, he kept me for a little longer than I had wished. How was class?" Elizabeth asked, moving so she was completely facing him. She rested her chin on his shoulder, waiting for a response.
"James managed to get detention after throwing something straight through Binns," Sirius chuckled at the memory.
"You would think James would know better," Elizabeth shook her head, knowing James would complain for days after his detention with Binns.
"He doesn't always think things through," Sirius chuckled again, kissing Elizabeth passionately. As he started to pull away, Elizabeth prevented him from doing so and put her hand on the back of his head, pulling him closer. She could feel Sirius smile into the kiss as he climbed on top of her, deepening it with more 'tongue action' as she would call it. They hadn't been making out for long before the door opened, causing Sirius to climb off of her.
"Sorry to interrupt," Remus said, laughing and blushing as he walked over to his bed. Sirius groaned, throwing his head back on the pillow in annoyance. Elizabeth patted his arm apologetically, turning to face Remus.
"How are you, Moony?" She said, noticing the bags under his eyes. He sighed, crawling into his bed.
"Full moon tonight," Elizabeth was surprised he wasn't puking like the last time she had seen him during full moon; he had probably gone to Poppy and received some sort of potion to help.
"I'll be there to help ya, buddy," Elizabeth said, smiling at her friend. Remus smiled back.
"I really wish you wouldn't come, Elizabeth," He began, but Elizabeth put her hand up.
"Don't. I'm coming whether you want me to or not," Elizabeth objected, to which Remus sighed loudly. Sirius looked at his friend.
"Moony, don't you know that Elizabeth never takes 'no' for an answer? Especially when she wants to make out and I don't," Sirius joked, winking at his girlfriend. Elizabeth gasped and hit him hard against the chest, laughing only slightly.
"Oh, yeah Padfoot, it's only her that wants to make out. I do believe James told me about what happened in the bathtub," Elizabeth burst out laughing, knowing Sirius was feeling slightly embarrassed by this.
"Oh shut up, Moony," He said, closing his eyes and pulling Elizabeth closer to him, who continued to laugh into his shirt, "shut up, Paws,"
"Oh you love me," Elizabeth said, giving Sirius a peck on the cheek before crawling out of bed and over to the bathroom.
"What are you doing?" Sirius asked, seeing she was pulling something out of her skirt that was sprawled across the floor.
"Putting shit in James shampoo. It will turn his hair blue and it will be really long, like yours. And not as soft," Elizabeth said as if this was a normal thing. She walked into the bathroom and found his shampoo bottle, slowly pouring in her potion and shaking the bottle.
"Have you ever realized that you're pure evil?" Sirius asked, laughing at her. She nodded in response.
"Yes, but I figure it will be worth it when he takes a shower tomorrow morning," Elizabeth chuckled, walking back over to Sirius, "just don't tell him it was me,"
"Like he won't already know," Remus mumbled into his pillow.
"I'll tell him it was Peter. Peter's evil," She laughed, throwing her head back.
"So are you," Sirius said, pulling her in to kiss her.