Chapter 49-
September 1995
Friday September 1st near Mt. Galinakopf on the Austrian Liechtenstein border
"You know it is kind of nice not having to take the blasted train for 8 hours just to get to school," Padma said as they looked out over what appeared to be a high mountain valley nested in the eastern alps.
"Agreed, but I could have done without the portkey" her sister said, still unsteady on her feet after the disorienting mode of transportation.
"It wasn't that bad," Johanna said.
"Says the figure skater," the other three shot back.
"You're just jealous," Johanna said, flipping her long braid over her shoulder.
"Who was the one who came in second in Monaco," Parvati said.
Johanna sighed deflating a little letting Parvati have her moment.
"I just hope it's a bit warmer than Hogwarts," Padma said.
"At 1,600 meters I doubt it," Victoria said pointing to the mountain tops in the distance still covered with snow.
"We could have gone anywhere in the world and you picked the mountains," the twins sighed.
"I promise it won't be that bad," Johanna replied
"Says the girl who wears short skirts in the winter," Victoria quipped as they passed through the barrier surrounding the school.
"Oh wow," the girls gasped looking down the valley towards a large stately manor serving as a central hub to a number of smaller buildings.
"This is much nicer than Hogwarts," they all said.
"Is that an outdoor amphitheater," Victoria gasped gasing at the large stone structure built into the side of the valley.
"Look, look, it's a real skating rink," Johanna gushed, grabbing her sister.
"They look nice," a young blond-haired girl whispered to her friend.
"So did the last one from Hogwarts and we all know how that one turned out," the girl replied.
"But that's Patil and Grunberg twins, they are all famous, and everyone says they are nice," the blond replied.
"I know, but we have to be sure," her friend pressed.
"Fine," the blond said with a long sigh.
"Ok, now remember the plan," the girl said as they approached the group from behind.
"We're being watched," Victoria whispered in her sister's ear.
"Where," Johanna replied, fingering a gemstone.
"Back left," Victoria replied.
"Teacher," Padma asked.
"Not sure," Victoria replied.
"What's the plan," Parvati asked.
"Let's let this one play out," Johanna said as the hidden girls moved in front of them.
"Hello new girls," the blond-haired girl said her deep voice booming as she tossed an invisibility cloak aside.
"We just want to make one thing clear," her friend with sea green hair said looking down at them. Their matching heights were well over six feet tall with muscles and curves to match their impressive height.
"We've had Hogwarts students transfer in before," the blond said.
"And we just want you to know that," the sea-green haired girl said.
"We don't take kindly to your bullying around here," they said in unison.
Johanna and her friends began giggling as they smiled at the pair.
"What's funny," the blond said.
"If you think we're bluffing," the other said, smashing her fists together creating a small boom.
"No nothing of the sort," Johanna said. "We left Hogwarts because of bullying and are happy that Saint Hilde's has a strong stance against it."
"You mean the rumors were true," the blond cried out.
"Yes," Johanna said.
"You poor thing," the blond said, grabbing Johanna and stuffing her head in her generous cleavage.
"Mergle… can't breathe…" Johanna moaned from inside the girl's chest.
"Vivio, Einhart, just what do you think you are doing," a fit curvaceous woman with long blond hair called out as she marched towards them. "And what have I told you about your adult modes."
"Oh crap it's Headmistress Testarossa," the girls cried out before they each burst into a poof of smoke only to be revealed as young girls, younger than Johanna and her friends.
"Headmistress I believe they were just showing us their unique magic while giving us a tour of the grounds," Padma said as Parvati giggled at Johanna splatting into the ground as the woman holding her vanished.
"Yes, and we weren't giving them a warning or anything," the sea-green haired girl blurted out.
"And why would they need a warning," the headmistress said.
"Because we heard from the older students that Hogwarts kids are big meanies, and need to be taught a lesson," Vivio added only to slap her hands over her mouth.
"So cute," Padma and Parvati squealed, picking the girls up hugging them tight.
"Headmistress Testarossa please do not punish Vivio, and Einhart for standing up for their friends," Victoria said.
"What was that," Johanna said slowly picking herself up off the ground.
"That was something they knew better than to play around with," Mrs. Testarossa said.
"I wouldn't call what they did playing," Johanna said.
"Yeah," the girls chimed in.
"If we were in their position we would have likely done the same," Victoria said.
"And we know how bad the bullying at Hogwarts can get," Johanna said.
"Yes, I imagine you would be," Mrs. Testarossa said.
"My mother," Johanna said.
"Among others," she replied.
"But not to worry we take a hard stance against bullying at Saint Hilde's Magical Academy," she said.
"Thank you," the girls said.
"And reckless behavior that borders on insanity," she added.
"In my defense there were exigent circumstances," Johanna stated.
"You really fought a Cerberus," the girls gasped.
"Yes, my sister knocked it out in one punch, blasted right in there and nailed it right on the kisser," Victoria said. "She couldn't even wait for me to put it to sleep with music." Victoria huffed crossing her arms.
"Well excuse me for wanting to help Millie," Johanna shot back rolling her eyes.
"Don't let the silver hair fool you, Johanna is a real hot head," Padma whispered.
"A real battle maniac," Parvati added.
"Says the girls who punched dementors," Johanna said.
"That was entirely not our fault," the twins replied, dropping the girls.
"Does that mean you really killed a basilisk," Vivio asked with stars in her eyes.
"Yes," Johanna said.
"And that you faced Voldemort twice," Einhart asked, equally impressed with their new hero.
Yes," Johannna said, patting them on the head.
A rather foul look fell upon Headmistress Fate Testarossa's face. "It seems that Professor Dumbledore left some things out of your school records," she said looking at each one of them.
"No surprise there," Victoria sighed. "You should really speak to Professors Meloi, Sprout, Babbage, Vector, and Trelawny."
"I shall contact them later today," Fate said before turning her gaze on Vivio and Einhart. "That just leaves what to do with the two of you."
"They could show us around the school as punishment for their actions," Victoria said.
"Something tells me that is not much of a punishment," Fate said, crossing her arms.
"Oh, come on they are too cute to punish," Padma and Parvati said.
"Yeah, we're too cute," Vivio and Einhart chimed in.
Fate sighed, squeezing her temples to stifle a groan. "Fine, but you need to give them a guided tour and answer any questions they have," she said before walking off muttering about stupid old men.
"Woohoo," Vivio and Einhart cheered.
"How did you do that," Johann asked.
"Do what," the girls asked.
"The adult thing," Johanna said. "I mean you were all vavoom and now you're all tiny and cute," she said gesticulating with her hands.
"You have to excuse my sister. She is a little self-conscious of being the little sister," Victoria said standing tall.
"I am not the little sister," Johanna protested, trying and failing make herself look taller than Victoria.
"But seriously how did you girls do that," Padma asked before Johanna and Victoria got into it.
"You mean our adult modes," Vivio said.
"Adult mode," Victoria said.
"Are you a metamorphmagus," Padma asked.
"Metamorphawhat," Einhart asked.
"A person born with the ability to use magic to change and modify their body," Padma said.
"No," Vivio and Einhart replied.
"That doesn't make any sense," Victoria and Johanna said.
"Padma you don't think," Parvati said.
"It's possible," Padma said,
"What's possible," Johanna asked.
"See our magical cores are like super-duper big, and if we try to use anything more than basic spells," Vivio explained.
"You could hurt yourself," Padma said. "So, your body naturally changes to a form that can handle the force of your magic."
"How did you know," Einhart said.
"I was sorted into Raven claw for a reason," Padma replied.
"We don't have those here," Vivio said.
"You don't," Victoria said looking at the pair.
"Nope, the house system is more of a British thing, and the way you sort students can become a self-fulfilling prophecy," Einhart said.
"Right," the girls from Hogwarts said.
"Hey Johanna you don't think," Parvati whispered to her friend while pointing towards Vivio and Einhart.
"Once I figured out reinforcement, I was using it all the time," Johanna said. "And it would provide a method of action for the changes."
"Then what about Daphne," Parvati asked as they continued to tour the grounds.
"We know that magical titles come with skills and power boosts," Johanna said thinking of how much stronger her ability to do large scale transfigurations seemed to be. "Perhaps most of her power came from the title and losing it meant she became too weak to support her body."
"Crazy, but it's the best explanation we have for what's been happening," Parvati said.
"Agreed," Johanna said.
"Though it doesn't explain the changing memories," Victoria chimed in.
"True, but it is the best we have to go on for now," Johanna said.
"Just promise us one thing," Padma and Parvati said.
"Ja, what is it," Johanna said.
"Taller, prettier, stronger, new skills we can handle, just don't take away our Indian heritage," the Patil twins said.
Johanna stopped looking her friends in the eye. "You have my word, I promise I will not change my friends. I like you just the way you are, and if you are happy then I am happy," Johanna said.
Saturday September 2nd on the Hilda Garde above France
Of all the ways Millie expected to use to travel to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic an airship was not one of them. Only introduced commercially in the late 1920's it was far too modern for British magicals, and far too old for non-magicals. Which honestly was a shame in Millie's opinion as she stood out on the observation deck enjoying the breeze as the ship lifted off the ground. "It's like a ship that flies," Millie giggled, letting her hair down to blow in the gentle breeze as the ship lifted into the sky cutting through the clouds.
"That is why it is called an airship," Fleur said walking out on the deck.
"Bonjour Fleur," Millie replied.
"Your French is improving," Fleur replied.
"Merci," Millie said. "While I know there are translation charms."
"They are a crutch," Fleur said
"Wow, tell me what you really think," Millie thought. "I realize that, which is why I was going to say that I am trying to learn French so that I do not have to use a translation charm," Millie said in French.
"Good," Fleur replied.
"So what brings you out here," Millie asked watching as the ship climbed higher into the sky.
"My mother informed me that you were coming to Beauxbatons," Fleur said.
"So you were looking for me," Millie said.
"I was not," Fleur snapped her face growing red.
"And yet you just said that your mother told you I was attending Beauxbatons and we are the only ones on the deck," Millie said as the ship plowed through a cloud.
"I came out here because I like the view, running into you was just a bonus," Fleur said.
"I see," Millie said as the pair watched the scenery passby underneath them.
"But since I have you," Fleur said, turning towards Millie.
"Yes," Millie said looking at Fleur
"I won't lose a second time," Fleur said.
"Of course not," Millie giggled.
"I am not joking, you might have caught me off guard the first time, but…" Fleur said.
"It won't happen a second time," Millie finished shocking Fleur. "You really are just like her."
"I am nothing like that frigid German pain in the ass," Fleur snapped.
"That frigid German pain in the ass just so happens to be my friend," Millie replied.
"We all make mistakes I guess," Fleur replied.
"Millie did you get me a bird for a snack, you shouldn't have," Steve hissed as he coiled around the railing. The color drained from Fleur's face as her eyes locked on Steve.
"Fleur is something wrong," Millie said calmly running her hand across Steve's scales.
"Snake…" Fleur stammered.
"Yes, Steve is a snake," Millie said softly.
"It has a name," Fleur stammered.
"Yes," Millie said. "And he is a very good boy."
"It's a snake," Fleur said as she got a full look at it's 4ft long body. "Big snake…. Millie what are you doing." she squeaked as Millie let Steve rest on her shoulders.
"It's his favorite spot," Millie said.
"Millie it's going to," Fleur said.
"You don't have to worry Steve is a good boy," Millie said as Fleur slowly backed away. "Wait," Millie said, turning her attention back to Fleur. "Fleur are you afraid of snakes."
"No…." Fleur squeaked.
"Don't worry Steve is a good boy and wouldn't hurt a fly," Millie said.
"Good…. Boy…. but snakes eat birds…." Fleur said.
"Oh…. Now…. I get it…." Millie said eyes widening with revelation. "Your Veela side gives you an irrational fear of snakes."
"It's not irrational and that thing is not a snake, it is a monster!" Fleur replied.
"Awe, now you hurt his feelings," Millie cooed as Steve hid his head in Millie's hair.
"Wait you can understand him," Fleur blurted out.
"Yes," Millie said.
"You did a familiar ritual with that monster," Fleur said holding onto the railing for support.
"No, what's that," Millie replied.
"It's the ritual that…." Fleur said before her eyes bugged out her jaw dropping. "Wait, you mean to tell me that you can communicate with it."
"Steve is not an it and yes I can talk to him," Millie said. "Steve please go apologize for thinking Fleur was a bird," Millie said.
"No that's," Fleur said backing up as Steve slithered towards Fleur.
"I am sorry Fleur, I've never met a Veela before and your scent reminds me of a falcon," Steve hissed.
"What did he say," Fleur said.
"That your scent made him think of falcons," Millie said. "Now shake, Steve," she added only for the snake to turn its head back to her.
"I am not like that mut," Steve hissed.
Millie giggled. "I know, but you worked so hard at it. Now come on show Fleur you are a good snake."
The resulting reminded Fleur of a long-suffering sigh as Steve extended a large coil of his body. "Good boy Steve, Now shake Fleur." Millie said as a petrified Fleur slowly extended her wand lightly tapping Steve's skin before jumping back. "Excellent," Millie clapped. "Now we can all be friends." She said as Steve returned to her.
"You are not a parsel tongue," Fleur said.
"No, I am not," Millie replied.
"And you didn't perform a familiar ritual," Fleur said.
"No," Millie said.
"Then how are you talking to him," Fleur asked.
"I dunno," Millie said. "Plants and animals just like me."
"Plants and animals do not just like a person," Fleur said. "You have a gift."
"You mean like the boost Johanna got when she became a Ritter," Millie said.
"I don't think so," Fleur said. "Do you mind if I cast a spell on you."
"What is the spell," Millie said.
"It is a spell that was used during the French Revolution to check if a person possessed a noblesse oblige," Fleur said.
"Ok, but if anything goes wrong," Millie said as Steve looked at Fleur.
"Right," Fleur gulped before casting the spell.
"So what's the verdict," Millie asked.
"You do not possess a noblesse oblige," Fleur said.
"No real surprise there," Millie said.
"Which means you are truly gifted," Fluer said.
"That's what I keep telling her," Steve hissed.
"No I'm not," Millie said.
"Yes, you are," Fleur and Steve said. "You just don't know what it is yet." Fleur added.
"Ok, so now what," Millie said.
"Research," Fleur said.
Millie giggled. "Oh, ok," she said as Fleur's face lit up. "But you know?"
"Know what," Fleur said.
"You didn't have to use the excuse of a research project to be my friend," Millie said.
"What no, that's not what I meant," Fluer blurted out.
"Oh don't be like that," Millie said, grabbing Fleur's hand.
Sunday September 3rd Platform 9 and 3/4
"Everyone is looking at me," Daphne thought as she scurried along hoping to quickly get on the train, find a compartment and get out of the crowd. That said the crowd really didn't pay much attention to the short, fat, ugly looking girl, when the new arrival was much more appealing to the eyes. The young girl wore a light colored Victorian style dress with lace and frills, her blond hair in a fancy braided bun. Her eyes brimming with excitement as she drew more than a few glances from students and parents alike.
"That pin, is she a member of the ladies of Guinevere," a number of the older women whispered. "I did here there was a new inductee, but so young, they must have seen potential in her."
"You have no idea," the girl thought, soaking up the limelight before boarding the train.
"You know you didn't have to do this," Liz said softly as they entered the platform.
"We know, but Millie asked us to," Maggie replied.
"Lizbeth Tuttle, just where have you been," her mother yelled, marching over to her.
"Mother I told you I was…." Liz began to say.
"Don't even think about it," Maggie said, stepping between them.
"Out of my way," Evangeline said.
"No," Maggie replied.
"I said move," Evangeline demanded.
"Make me," Maggie replied standing her ground.
"You asked for it," Evangeline said, pulling her wand out. "Strike air hammer of the wind king," she said, summoning a maelstrom that failed to materialize as a breeze flowed past Maggie causing her hair to float in the air.
"Thank you for the breeze, it was getting warm," Maggie said before walking by a shocked Evangeline.
"Mother if you even think of touching my friends again, we'll see who the rightful wielder of invisible air really is," Liz whispered to her mother.
"How dare you," Evangeline growled, grabbing her arm.
"For once in my life I am going to start doing the right thing," Liz said shaking her off.
Break
"Hello Tracy, this year…" Pansy began to say as her jaw dropped, eyes wide in shock as she looked at the blond-haired girl sitting next to Tracy. "Holly crap, Daphne, who was your surgeon and how much did it cost you." Pansy blurted out pointing at the girl.
Tracy and the girl just giggled. "Oh Pansy, can't you tell this isn't Daphne," Tracy said.
"She sure looks like her, and that looks like one of Daphne's old dresses," Pansy replied.
"While it is true that this lovely dress used to be in possession of the one you once knew as Daphne Greengrass, I am not her," the girl said.
"Then who might you be," Pansy asked.
"Dame Marietta Edgecomb," the girl said.
"The same Marietta Edgecombe with all the freckles," Pansy asked.
"That would be me," Marietta said. "But it seems that being made a Lady of Guinevere took care of that particular problem."
"I'm not sure that's how it works," Pansy said.
"Yet, the truth is right before your eyes," Marietta said.
"Makeup and charms," Pansy said, pulling out her wand.
"Be my guest," Marietta said.
"Finite incantatem," Pansy said with a flick of her wrist as nothing happened to a smirking Marietta. "Aguamenti," Pany added, thrusting her wand forward firing off a small stream of water. Her aim was true but Pansy didn't count on the glass capturing the water just before it hit Marietta. As the last of the water fell into the glass it floated back over to Tracy who took a sip.
"Pansy," Tracy said, lowering the glass. "I hope you are not saying that you can not trust the word of a Lady of Guinevere."
"I never said that," Pansy said.
"But your actions did," Tracy said.
"Wait what…." Pansy said, taking a closer look at Marietta and the small pin she was wearing. "You have got to be kidding me."
"I am afraid not," Marietta giggled. "But it was an honest mistake."
"Now I invited Marietta to join us because as the newest Lady of Guinevere she is worth getting to know, and I felt the compartment might be a bit empty as we seem to be missing, someone," Tracy said.
"True, and it's not like I want to hang out with the turd anyway," Pansy said, spotting a doll as she took a seat. "You know I really didn't take you for the doll type."
"It's not mine," Marietta said.
"Tracy…." Pansy said watching as Tracy put it in her lap.
"Yes, this is Ereshkigal, isn't she the cutest," Tracy said holding up the lifelike blond-haired doll in a black dress.
"What the hell is an Ereshkigal," Pansy said.
"That would be the Goddess of Kur aka the underworld in Sumerian mythology," Tracy replied.
"It's a nasu doll," Marietta said.
Tracy tilted her head back looking at the ceiling. "She was modeled after one, but she is much more than just a Nasu doll," Tracy said.
"Oh," Pansy said.
"Yes," Tracy said as the doll hopped off her lap floating around the cabin.
"Wow it can float," Pansy said rolling her eyes. What she did not expect was the doll floating up and smacking her forehead with a ghostly looking cage that sent a wave of cold rolling over her body. "That is not a normal doll," Pansy said through chattering teeth.
"Oh, you have no idea," Tracy thought as the girls giggled.
Break
"Sylvia what do you mean Johanna isn't coming back to Hogwarts," Anna asked.
"Yeah, I thought it was just a rumor," Belle added.
"It's no rumor, my grandmother heard it right from Mrs. Granger herself," Sylvia replied. "And I have this," she said, pulling out a letter.
"You got a letter from Johanna," the girls gushed. "Lucky."
"Yes, and I have instructions to read it to everyone," Sylvia said.
"Then what are you waiting for," the girls said.
"We are just waiting for Elizabeth," Sylvia said.
"Do we really have to," they said causing Sylvia to giggle.
"What's so funny," they replied.
"She said you'd say that," Sylvia said holding up another letter.
Dear girls,
Please wait until everyone before reading the letter, including Elizabeth.
Johanna Grunberg
"She really does think of everything," they said sitting down to wait as the train rolled along.
"Ok, I'm here," Elizabeth said.
"Finally," Anna said.
"It's about time," Belle added.
"Um, what's going on," Elizabeth said.
"A letter from Johanna," the girls said.
"Oh yeah I got one from Millie," Elizabeth said.
"And when you were going to tell us this," Sylvia pressed as the girls glared at her.
"Um how about now," Elizabeth said. "But you first."
"Why," Sylvia said.
"Viscount's privilege," Elizabeth shot back.
"You are pulling rank on us." Anna gasped.
"You've never done that before," Belle said.
"Something tells me the letter is going to explain some things," Sylvia said, opening the letter.
Dear Girls,
If you have not heard already, Victoria and I have both been expelled from Hogwarts. Please excuse my German but it is a giant KOTZBROCKEN.
'What's that mean," Anna asked.
"The translation spell says it is a lump of puke," Sylvia said.
That said we are attending Saint Hilde's magical academy along with the Patil twins. You can find the address attached to the letter. However, that is not the real reason I am writing to you.
"It's not Belle," Said.
I do not know what the new school year holds for you, but I know that you are more than strong enough to handle it. However, do not be afraid to contact us if you need help, and I will come, ARSCH MIT OHREN or not. What I can tell you is that the social pecking order is changing. The Daphne you thought you knew is gone, and you will find in her place is a girl who looks very much like I used to with my old name. This is not me in disguise but the Daphne you once knew. I have my own ideas as to why this has happened, but that is beside the point.
"It is," Elizabeth said.
"She knew you'd say that too," Sylvia said pointing at the letter.
"Ugh," Elizabeth groaned as the others giggled.
I know each and every one of you may see this as the perfect opportunity to extract your own pound of flesh from Daphne due to the actions she took against me and many others. Don't, Daphne has been punished for what she has done. I ask that each of you play nice as long as Daphne does, and if she doesn't, then and only then should you take action. I am not asking you to help her, just leave the ARSCHGEIGE alone.
At that moment the door opened revealing a short, pudgy girl with frizzy brown hair, glasses and a face only a mother could love. "Um sorry, I thought the compartment was empty," Daphne muttered quickly closing the door. The girls just sat and stared at the door in utter shock and amazement.
"What the bloody hell was that," Elizabeth said.
"I think that was Daphne," Anna said.
"Daphne, it looked like Hermione," Belle said.
"Maybe, but Hermione was never that pug-ugly," Sylvia said.
"Understatement," the girls said nodding in agreement.
That said keep your eyes and ears open, as Victoria suspects the entertaining school years to continue. To that end I have enclosed bracelets laced with charms that will activate in case of an emergency. On a happier note, keep up the good work and don't let that LUSTMOLCH Pansy ruin the cheer team. If you need help with a routine just ask, and I am sure Victoria can write some music for you. Now I wish all of you a successful school year, and I will try and come for a Hogsmeade visit.
Johanna Grunberg
PS- Don't be afraid to ask Marcus for help, and if you find any good boys for my sister let me know.
Victoria Grunberg
PPS- I do not need help finding a boyfriend! and remind Luna that she is not alone.
Johanna Grunberg
"Oh wow," the girls gushed as they looked at the enclosed bracelets. The beauty was in the simplicity with several small gems inlay on a simple silver bracelet.
"I wonder what they do," Anna asked.
"I would rather not find out," Elizabeth said.
"Agreed," Sylvia added.
"Well, you're no fun," Belle pouted.
"I simply have a healthy appreciation for my continued living," Elizabeth said. "Now how about Millie's letter," she said, pulling it out.
Dear Girls,
While I could have remained at Hogwarts, I have decided in a show of solidarity with my friends, to attend Beauxbaton's. It was not a decision I made lightly, but it is one that I am happy with. What I couldn't do in good consciousness, is end the Slytherin Cafe club, not after all the hard work you put in. So you have my blessing and support to continue with the club and expand it offering days to the other houses. I hear that there is a cooking club at Beauxbatons so we can even have a culture exchange. And if you need anything from recipes to ingredients, tools, or even clothes (though I may ask for Johanna's help on that one).
"They aren't asking for much," Elizabeth said.
"Oh, come on we know you like it," Sylvia said.
"Yeah, yeah," Elizabeth said before returning to the letter.
You might not be aware of this but Liz spent the summer with me and I think she is starting to turn a new leaf. I know this is the same Lizbeth Tuttle that ruled with an iron fist, but I think getting hurt opened her eyes and she is trying to be a better person. So please try and help her in that regard.
"Let's wait and see on that one," Sylvia said, causing Elizabeth to giggle.
"She said you'd say that," Elizabeth said.
By now I am sure Johanna has spoken to you about the potential for an interesting year, so let me just say stay safe, work hard, and above all else have fun. I look forward to seeing you during Hogsmeade's visits.
Millicent Blustrode
PS- Elizabeth Noblesse Oblige is the responsibility of the powerful to look out for those who lack power. It is not the power itself that is evil, but how you use that power.
Break
Luna sighed watching the English countryside pass by. "Do not worry Luna you still have friends even if they are not here with you." Artemis spoke inside her head.
"I know," Luna replied. "But it was nice while it lasted."
"Ready," Sylvia said.
"Ready," the others replied.
"Initiate plan Luna is a dummy in 3," Anna said.
"2," Belle chimed in.
"1," Elizabeth said.
"Go," Sylvia said, throwing the door to Luna's compartment open.
"Luna, you big dummy," the girls yelled, throwing themselves at a stupefied Luna. The resounding crash echoed throughout the entire car as the girls smashed into Luna.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA," Artemis's voice rang through Luna's head as she found herself pinned by the girls.
"You dingdong," Sylvia said.
"You have lots of friends," Anna said.
"I know," Luna said.
"Good," Elizabeth said. "So, no more being…. Well… whatever it was you were doing."
"What is going on," Cho, Penelope, and Liz said, sticking their head in the doorway.
"Luna was being mopey so we did what Johanna would do," Belle explained.
"But you didn't freeze anything," Cho said.
"We're still working on that part," Sylvia said.
"Just don't blow anything up," Cho said.
"I seem to remember you doing more of that during the Monaco Grand Prix, Cho," Penelope said.
"Well, what the hell else was I supposed to do," Cho shot back. "And Luna you can come sit with me if you want."
"I'll stop by later," Luna said.
"Great," Cho replied with a wave before leaving.
"Penelope," Liz said softly.
"Yes," Penelope replied, narrowing her eyes at Liz.
"Can we talk," Liz said.
"About what," Penelope said.
"I just have something important I need to say," Liz said.
"Do I need to have Percy present for this," Penelope stated.
"No, I swear I promise I won't do anything," Liz said.
"Like you wouldn't…." Penelope said.
"Girls can you hold onto this for me," Liz said, handing her wand to Elizabeth.
"Ok," Elizabeth stammered taking the wand.
"This must be serious," Penelope said as they looked for an empty compartment.
"It is," Liz replied.
Break
After closing and sealing the compartment Penelope turned to Liz. "Ok, Liz, now what is going on?"
A nervous Liz looked down at her fidgeting hands, her mind going blank. "Well, um, you see, I'm not really sure how to say this…."
"Say what," Penelope asked.
"I'm…. sorry," Liz said as time seemed to come to a crashing stop.
"Wait…. What," Penelope finally gasped.
"I'm sorry for everything," Liz said softly.
"No this has to be some kind of joke," Penelope said.
"I mean it, I am sorry for everything," Liz said.
"I am not in the mood for your games," Penelope said, moving for the door only for Liz to grab her hand.
"Penelope Clearwater, I am sorry for everything I have done since we stepped on the train 7 years ago," Liz said looking at Penelope tears forming in her eyes.
"You're serious," Penelope said.
"Yes," Liz replied.
"Ok, what the hell happened to the Liz Tuttle, I thought I knew," Penelope asked.
"A pair of shattered legs, and Millie," Liz replied.
"I would have expected Johanna," Penelope said.
"Millie's mother found me first," Liz replied as they sat down. "Look, I know it is a lot to take in, but I am sorry for everything I ever did to you and many others. Noble, or commoner, magic or not, we are all people, and regardless of what we can or can't do we all deserve to be treated equally."
"And how did you come to this revelation," Penelope asked.
"As a result of my injury I was stuck in a wheelchair for 3 months and it was illuminating. Not being able to walk changes your life dramatically, even the simplest things become much more difficult. And yet not being able to do those things, doesn't make anyone any less of a person. The same could be said for having magic or not having magic. So, I would like to offer my deepest and most sincere apology for the actions I have taken against you," Liz said bowing her head.
"And the others," Penelope said.
"I'm hoping maybe you can help with that, seeing as they will run at the site of me and tear up any letter I might send," Liz said.
"I swear those two really have a way with people," Penelope thought looking at this new Liz. "Ok, I'll help but I will be checking the letters and I will be there when you apologize," Penelope said.
"You will, thank you," Liz said.
"But on one condition," Penelope said.
"Anything," Liz said.
"First you need to stand up," Penelope said.
"Right Liz," said as Penelope began to walk around her hemming and hawing.
"Merlin you overly inflated, straw haired, wanker," Penelope blurted out shocking Liz. "For heaven's sake girl you are already big enough did you really need to pad your chest," Penelope said, poking Liz's breasts.
"Hey I do not pad my chest," Liz said.
"And what is with this skirt, are you trying to give Mathew the wrong idea," she said poking at the high slit in the skirt. "And thighs with a garter, wow, I didn't take you for the desperate type," Penelope said.
"I am not, and I picked because I thought they looked cute," Liz protested.
"Please we all know you are looking for some action," Penelope sighed. "And the hair," Penelope said fluffing Liz's long blond hair. "How are you not clogging the drains with hairballs," she said.
"Plus, heels are you trying to pretend you are part giant or something," Penelope yelled looking up at Liz.
"I'm not that tall," Liz muttered as Penelope's ranting ended.
"It's not pleasant being on the receiving end is it," Penelope said.
"No, I suppose not," Liz said softly. "And I suppose this will not be the end of it."
"Doubtful," Penelope said. "Now you won't get any more from me, but I can't say or stop the others you have hurt."
"That is the least I deserve," Liz said.
Monday Morning Vaduz Liechtenstein
"Why the nerve of that Heissluftgeblase, lackaffe," Emma's voice boomed out of the office she had in Vaduz's city hall.
"Um, Miss Grunberg, is there a problem," Mina, Victoria's maid from a previous life said slowly poking her head in.
"Oh god Mina you heard that," Emma said as the letter fell from her hands.
"I think the whole building heard you," Mina said.
"I hope I didn't scare anyone," Emma said.
"Given your reputation probably not, but I suspect more than a few are going to come and ask what is going on," Mina said.
"It's just that erbsenzahler Albus I have too many names Dumbledore," Emma sighed.
"Do I want to know," Mina asked.
"He's arriving later today to discuss my daughters attending Saint Hilde's magical academy. Apparently British citizens have to attend Hogwarts, even though we were kicked out," Emma said.
"Something tells me it's a little more than that," Mina said.
"You know how our British home and everything inside was burnt to a crisp," Emma said.
"Yes," Mina replied. "My former employer was the one who got Evangeline Tuttle good and drunk before winding her up and sending her on her way."
"That I did not know," Emma said darkly.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, if I had known," Mina said bowing.
"Relax Mina it's not your fault," Emma said.
"But," she protested.
"It's not, none of us blame you," Emma said.
"Ok," Mina said.
"Good, now as I was saying all of our documents were in the house, and due to the lack of certain documentation he is questioning certain things," Emma said.
"No, he wouldn't dare," Mina gasped.
"Apparently he is daring," Emma sighed, slumping down on her desk, the letter falling to the floor.
Kneeling down, Mina took the letter looking over it, her browning narrowing as a frown formed on her lips. The further she read the deeper her scowl grew, her hands crumpling the edges of the letter. "This, this, this is inexcusable," Mina screamed. "The nerve of that bloody barmy wanker," Mina screamed as someone knocked on the open door.
"Is there a problem," Claus said.
"You bet your sweet ass there is," Mina said.
"And just what has angered you so much, that has everyone on their way here," Clause said.
"This," Mina said, shoving the letter in his hands.
"I see," he said reading the letter before crumpling it in his hand. "Mina, take Emma home," he said.
"Claus, I don't think," Emma said looking up from her desk.
"Yes, I do think, now go home, and let me handle this," Claus said.
"But what can I do," Emma said.
"What you are going to do is go home and relax," Claus said.
"How can I relax like this, he is going to try and take my daughters over a bureaucratic screw up," Emma said.
"No one is taking anyone," Claus said. "Now go home and let me handle this."
Break
"Name," a man said as Dumbledore appeared at Lichtenstein's lone apparition point in an explosion of flame courtesy of Fawkes.
"Albus Dumbledore," he replied.
"Reason for your visit," the man said.
"Official business," Albus replied.
"What sort of official business," the man said.
"It is a simple inquiry," Dumbledore replied.
"I am afraid you are going to have to be more specific than that," the man said.
"I am not sure I can discuss the nature of my business," Dumbledore said.
"Then I am afraid you can go no further," the man said.
"You would obstruct a visiting government from conducting official business," Dumbledore replied.
"I am not obstructing anything," the man said. "It is simply protocol to determine the exact nature of a visitor's purpose in our country."
"I am Albus Dumbledore surely…." Albus said.
The man rolled his eyes with a long-suffering groan. "I know exactly who you are Mr. Dumbledore, but that does not grant you special consideration in Lichtenstein. We pride ourselves on treating everyone regardless of who they are the same as anyone else," the man said. "Now what is the general nature of your official visit?"
Dumbledore began stroking his long grey beard trying and failing to give the man his I am very disappointed in you, look. A look the immigration official was clearly not impressed with. "I will have you know…."
"No, I do not know, and no I do not care," the man said. "Now are you going to answer the question or will you continue to hold up the line," he said pointing behind him.
"I am here to discuss the illegal enrollment of a British citizen to a non-British school," He finally said.
"Oh, so you are here about Johanna and Victoria," the man said motioning for a young woman to step forward.
"Right this way Mr. Dumbledore, Mr. Ingvalt is waiting for you" Mina said.
"If I might interrupt, my meeting is with Miss Granger," Dumbledore said holding his had up.
"You may not, and your meeting was changed," Mina replied.
"My dear I am not sure you understand," Dumbledore said.
Mina spun on her heel glaring at him. "My name is Mina Harker, not my dear, and I understand perfectly," Mina replied. "And don't think we don't know about the funny business you like to pull, because you'll find I am quite resistant to that sort of thing."
"You are a natural occlumens," Dumbledore said.
"I don't know what that is, but mind magic doesn't like me very much. Personally, I think it is my great-great grandmother Wilhelmina's fault," Mina said.
"And who might that be," Dumbledore pressed.
"Really," Mina scoffed, looking offended. "Francis Ford Copola, Gary Oldman, Winona Ryder, Anthony Hopkins, and Keanu Reeves. Seriously do you live under a rock or something."
"I am afraid I am not familiar with those names," Dumbledore replied, for once surprised that he didn't know any of the people the girl was referring to.
"Oh, come on you were a teenager then sure you would have remembered," Mina said, resuming their walk to Claus's office. "Stupid wanker who doesn't know who Mina Harker is, seriously…."
Dumbledore paused narrowing his eyes at Mina. "You were named after your great-great-grandmother."
"Yes, Wilhelmina Harker," Mina giggled.
"The same Wilhelmina Harker who…" Dumbledore said as it slowly began to dawn on him.
"You got it," Mina chuckled. "Works every single time." "Mr. Ingvalt, Albus Dumbledore is here to see you," she said, knocking on the door.
"Send him in," Claus replied before Mina opened the door.
"The great granddaughter of Mina Harker, the only woman to be cured of vampirism, just happens to live in this tiny mountain village," Dumbledore thought as he entered the large office lines with dark wood paneling for a rustic yet regal appearance.
"Now what brings the great and powerful Albus Dumbledore, the supreme Mugwump of the international confederation of wizards, to the Principality of Liechtenstein," Claus said.
"Principality, I thought the world had moved beyond such things after the great war," Dumbledore said.
Claus leaned forward hands clasped elbows on the large wooden desk. "Are you calling my country backward Mr. Dumbledore."
"No, I am simply confused as I thought the last of the true ruling Monarchies of Europe fell with the great war," Dumbledore said.
"They did, and in many ways that was a great leap forward for humanity," Claus said.
"I hardly consider a war to be a great leap forward for humanity," Dumbledore stated.
"You are twisting my words Mr. Dumbledore, I never said war was a means to advance humanity," Claus replied. "What I said is that any move that allows for people to have more say in their governance is an improvement."
Dumbledore stroked his long beard. "Is that perhaps a bit hypocritical considering that Lichtenstein has monarchical rule."
"Bahahaha," Claus laughed. "For such a respected educator you are a bit behind in your thinking. Magical Lichtenstein is the inheritor of the Holy Roman Empire, and the Holy Roman Emperor was an elected position. True they ruled for life, but it was still an elected position and while there were 100 electors in the HRE, in the modern day every person or being as you like to call them in Britain over the age of 20 is allowed to vote."
"I see," Dumbledore said.
"But you did not come here for a history lesson," Claus said.
"Indeed, I did not," Dumbledore said.
"Then why are you here," Claus pressed.
"The kidnapping of British citizens," Dumbledore said.
"A kidnapping you say," Claus said. "Wouldn't that be something for the police to handle," Claus added.
"I am hoping that I can resolve the matter peacefully without attracting any undue attention," Dumbledore said. "Surely you can understand that."
"But that would make you the judge, jury, and enforcer, very autocratic don't you think," Claus said.
"I am simply working for the greater good, surely that matters more in such delicate situations." Dumbledore said.
"The greater good of whom," Claus said, narrowing his eyes at the old wizard. "Because I do not see how taking Johanna and Victoria from their parents too be in their greater good."
"I do not see how the lives of British Citizens to be a major concern of yours," Dumbledore said.
"Would you care to repeat yourself Mr. Dumbledore, because I am not sure I heard you correctly," Claus replied.
"The Granger or Grunberg family are not citizens of Liechtenstein and are in fact British Citizens illegally residing in Lichtenstein. Normally this would not be my concern but the girls have shown the need for proper guidance…." Dumbledore said as Claus fists slamming against his desk cut him off.
"How dare you," Claus growled.
"I am only…." Dumbledore said.
"Not only have you insulted my citizens, you dare to imply that Dan and Emma are anything but kind and caring parents, but let's get to the chase Mr. Dumbledore. You are only interested in Johanna and Victoria because they have proven more effective at combating the ghost of Voldemort than you so called Golden Boy Harry Potter," Claus roared standing up before pressing a button on the intercom. "We are done, Mina please show Mr. Dumbledore out before I throw him out."
"Mr. Ingvalt will you force me to…" Dumbledore said, pleading his case.
"Go ahead and call your so-called International Confederation of Wizards, I don't care," Claus said.
"I do hope you reconsider because Lichtenstein…." Dumbledore said.
"Is not some tiny country that you can just push around at your whim," Claus said as the door opened.
"Good day then," Dumbledore said with a nod of his head as Mina escorted him out.
Sunday September 10th Hogwarts Castle
"So, which one of the little runts are we going to make our maid," Draco said looking at some of the nicer looking Slytherin girls.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed," Vincent said.
"Yeah, Johanna will…." Gregory said.
"Johanna isn't here," Draco said. "And that 4th year Sylvia is pretty cute." He said focusing his gaze on the 4th year girl.
"That's right she isn't here," they said.
"Just one problem with that," Marcus said sitting down at their table.
"What's that," Gregory said.
"Me," Marcus said.
"And just what do you think you are going to do," Draco said, glaring at him.
"Stop you," Marcus said.
"Now what does a commoner think he can do against the son of a Duke," Draco said.
Marcus rolled his eyes. "Dude seriously, does it look like I care that your dad is a stuck Duke," Marcus said.
"You would do well to remember who you are talking to," Draco growled.
"I am well aware of who I am talking to," Marcus replied. "The question is do you?"
"I am," Draco said.
"That's the thing I really don't think you do," Marcus replied.
"Oh, and what is it that I am missing," Draco said, focusing his ire on Marcus. "Because your girlfriend and her sister are not here to protect you."
"So, you were afraid of them," Marcus laughed.
"I am not," Draco yelled.
"Yet your face says otherwise," Marcus said leaning back in his chair. "But that is beside the point. The real reason you won't do anything is that my plan led to our wiping the floor with Gryffindor last year. Which means Lucian and the others like me, and you do not want to piss them off. Now you're a decent seeker don't get me wrong, but your dad got you on the team, and I don't think he can keep you on it if you piss off the rest of them." Marcus said, pointing to the 7th, 8th, and 9th year members of the team.
"You wouldn't dare," Draco growled reaching for his wand.
Marcus held up his hands. "Woah, Draco I didn't dare anything, I'm just saying there is the possibility of it happening, not that it will happen. So, if you play nice, I'll play nice."
"Fine," Draco said, holstering his wand.
"Vincent, Greggory, if you like her just talk to her, and do remember Millie's gift with plants," he said nodding towards the flower in Sylvia's hair before leaving.
"Right," Vincent and Gregory said, gulping nervously.
Break
"I do miss having a maid," Tracy said as they lounged inside on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
"To bad Liz put an end to that," Pansy said.
"She did," Daphne's nasally voice said looking up from her sketch pad.
"Unfortunately," Pansy said. "She said it was as archaic as it was barbaric," Pansy said.
"Two three syllable words in the same sentence, I am impressed, Pansy," Tracy said.
"Oh, stuff it up your fat ass Tracy," Pansy replied.
"I'll have you know that I am not the one with the fat ass around here," Tracy said glaring at the blond. "But I'll let that slide on account of our friendship, and let you know that there was a bit of a loophole in how Liz worded her statement."
"There was," Pansy said.
"Yes, one wide enough to our resident fat ass through," Tracy said.
"I'm not fat, I'm big boned," Daphne shot back flinching as Tracy glared at her.
"Now as I was saying, Liz in her infinite wisdom declared that we would not be making anyone else into a dorm maid. She said nothing about ending the duties of existing maids," Tracy explained.
"But we don't have any existing maids, since Johanna or Hermione or whatever she calls herself got kicked out along with her sister," Pansy said.
"Yes, we do," Tracy said as a devious smile formed on her lips.
"We do," Pansy asked.
"Yes, in fact Hermione Granger never left," Tracy said.
"No," Daphne whimpered.
"I'm pretty sure she did," Pansy said.
Tracy groaned, slowing standing up. "She's right there you golden haired moron," Tracy sighed pointing towards Daphne.
"Tracy I am still pretty sure that's still Daphne," Pansy said.
"Daphne who," Tracy said. "Because I do not remember any Daphne. It's always been us, the two krauts with the cheese eating surrender monkey, and the pug-faced dolt Hermione," Tracy said, pulling something out of her trunk.
"My name is Daphne and I am not a pug-faced dolt," Daphne shrieked.
"That is where you are wrong," Tracy said, turning to face Daphne holding a black and white maid's uniform. "You see Fleur Delacour wasn't the only one to hear your crying declaration to Johanna Grunberg. Now what was it that you said again." Tracy said walking towards Daphne.
"No," Daphne muttered, slowly shaking her head as she backed away from Tracy.
"Now what was it you said," Pansy said, joining Tracy.
"No," Daphne repeated. "I'm not, I'm not."
"Not what," the girls said as Daphne backed up against the wall.
"No, I am the Lady Daphne Beaumont, Catherine Greengrass's illegitimate daughter," said unable to look them in the eye.
"Illegitimate or not, she's not one I want to cross," Pansy said, giving Daphne a small sliver of hope.
"Weakling," Tracy thought, briefly glancing at Pansy. "She's lying Catherine Greengrass isn't the type of woman who would have an illegitimate daughter, and even if she did, do you really think Countess Greengrass would leave such a pathetic loose end."
After taking a closer look at a flinching, Daphne, Pansy finally replied. "Good point, even an illegitimate daughter wouldn't be that ugly."
"So that begs the question of who you really are," Tracy said, stepping closer.
"I am…." Daphne began.
"Certainly not a Daphne," Tracy said. "Daphne is the name of a water nymph from Greek mythology."
"And you are not a nymph, you four eyed dork," Pansy said.
"Not a dork," Daphne stammered.
"You are what I say you are," Pansy snapped slamming her hand against the wall next to Daphne's face, her furious blue eyes glaring at the poor girl.
"Now, now, no need to get violent," Tracy said, putting a hand on Pansy's shoulder.
"Thank you…." Daphne whispered looking at Tracy with a small glimmer of hope.
"Now, now, I can't accept thanks from someone who has lied to me," Tracy said.
"But I didn't lie, I really am Daphne Beaumont Catherine Greengrass's illegitimate daughter," Daphne said.
"Liar," Tracy snapped, lashing out with a roundhouse kick, her foot slamming into Daphne's flabby obliques, the fat doing little to cushion the blow as she crashed to the ground.
"I know what you told Johanna Grunberg," Tracy said.
"I thought you didn't want to get violent," Pansy said. "What the hell did Tracy spend the summer doing."
"I just didn't want you breaking a nail," Tracy said with a flip of her hair. "So, tell me again who you are or a I really will let Pansy turn your pug nose into a pig nose," Tracy said.
"No not again," Daphne thought as she watched the pair marched towards her as she tried to drag herself across the floor. "If it happens again, I might not be me again, but if I don't, they'll kill me," she thought looking up at her former friends.
"Sometime today turd burglar," Pansy said.
"No, I can't," Daphne pleaded, struggling to stand up.
"Wrong answer," Tracy said, sweeping Daphne's legs out, sending her back to the ground with a thump. "Now who are you," Tracy growled, kneeling down wrenching Daphne's head violently by her hair.
"Hermione Jane Granger 5th year muggleborn," Daphne cried out as the remaining embers of Daphne Greengrass faded from existence. On the far wall unnoticed to all but Daphne the old pictures of the Slytherin girls began to change. A Blond-haired girl changing to two girls one with silver and one with sky blue hair. While all Daphne could focus on was herself the ugly girl off in the corner of the picture.
"And our maid," Tracy added, holding out the maid outfit. "Now put it on!" Tracy growled a sense of deep foreboding darkness brewing in her eyes.
Tracy and Pansy smiled as a small trembling hand slowly reached out taking the black and white outfit. The ultimate symbol of Slytherin humiliation finally in the new Hermione's pudgy fingers. Only one thought went through her mind as she slowly stuffed herself into the to outfit under the watchful eyes of Tracy and Pansy. "What did I ever do to deserve this?"
Hogwarts Castle Monday September 18th
Almost everyone had some sort of issue with the fit of their clothes at some point, including Liz, however a loose bra was not one of them. In fact, her problem was the exact opposite, finding bras large enough to contain her sizable chest. So, it was a bit surprising to find them a bit loose in the cup. "Did I stretch it out," Liz muttered, taking the offending article of clothing off. "Doesn't look like it." she muttered. "Weird…." Liz said putting it back on, only to find the loose fit irritating on her skin. 'Ugh this is a pain," she groaned using her wand to create a soft pad to adjust the fit.
"Wait Liz really does pad her bra, I was only joking on the train," Penelope thought, watching Liz adjust her bra between classes. "Weird," she muttered, shaking her head.
"I knew there was no way she was that stacked," several others muttered which apparently Liz heard as she blushed and pulled her cloak tighter.
"Penelope am I seeing what I think I am seeing?" Olga, a fellow 8th year student and Hufflepuff asked.
"Yes," Penelope replied.
"Weird," Olga said.
"What's weirder is that she apologized to me," Penelope said.
"Liz apologized to you," Olga said.
"Yes, apparently she is trying to turn over a new leaf," Penelope said.
"Good, but she is still going to have to earn her forgiveness," Olga said.
Break
"You know there is no shame in not being stacked," Olga said to Liz as they used the bathroom.
"Not you too, I do not stuff my," Liz said as the pad slipped out falling to the floor. "Bra," Liz gasped looking down at the offending pad.
"The proof is in the pudding," Olga said, picking up the pad. "Or in your case the lack there of it seems." The girl chuckled holding onto the pad as Liz's face grew red.
"Can I have that back please…." Liz asked softly.
"What no, give that back or I blast you, tiny tits," Olga said.
"I do not have tiny tits," Liz growled.
"I don't know, you are padding your chest after all," Olga said.
"Shut up," Liz snapped.
"Or what, everyone knows that magical power is concentrated in the chest," Olga said, flaunting her undersized chest. "And who knows how much of your power is nothing but a clever mirage."
"My breasts are not small and my magic is not weak," Liz yelled resisting the urge to blast her out of the bathroom.
"Relax, before Slytherin destroys another bathroom," Olga said, handing her the pad.
"Thank you," Liz said, taking the pad.
"Don't thank me yet, I still haven't forgotten all those years of being called tiny tits, and flat chested," Olga said.
"I am sorry for that," Liz replied. "And I am trying to turn over a new leaf."
"So, I have heard," Olga said. "And I have one request."
"What's that," Liz asked.
"Take the padding out and let me see what your real size is," Olga said.
"Ok," Liz replied, removing the other pad.
"Good come here," Olga said, moving Liz in front of a mirror pulling her bra and shirt back until the fabric clearly outlined her chest. "What size are you again.
"Double D, nearly E" Liz replied
"Looks more like a D to me," Olga said.
"Really," Liz said looking at the mirror watching as her breasts almost seemed to shrink before her eyes.
"Yes, you're still large, but not so gargantuan anymore," Olga said feeling her bra tighten. "Who knows maybe I'll outgrow you."
"Doubt it," Liz muttered. "Breasts don't just shrink like that…" she thought as it seemed like Olga's small chest seemed to grow. "So, it has begun," Liz thought as Olga left tugging on her bra.
Unknown Location at some point during September
"Where am I," a slim brown-haired girl asked as she looked around the small rundown room, she found herself in. Her mind spinning as much as the room seemed to be as it rocked back and forth. "Who am I," the girl said as she struggled to sit up as the door opened. A man shrouded in a billowing robe walking in his dark eyes closed examining the girl. "Who are you…" the girl demanded.
"She is magical," the man said.
"Yes, Baron Harkonen," a voice said from outside the room.
"Survived a dementor attack you say," Baron Harkonen said.
"The medical report says partially kissed," the voice said.
"She is surprisingly awake for that," the baron said, grabbing Lavender's chin looking her in the eye.
"Tell me girl how did you survive," the Baron said, holding the girl in place.
"Survive what," the girl squeaked squirming as she tried to get away from the man.
"Interesting," Baron Harkonen said, releasing her. "I will take her."
"What's going on," the girl cried out as a man walked in with a syringe injecting it into her arm.