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Journal Entry: 5261 22/4/1974
The Magical World considers Voldemort as threat predominant, I have uncovered the disturbing fact that he is merely a pawn on a Master's chess board.
I have not only determined our dilemma, but I have also found the cure.
I have uncovered a miracle. I have found Salvation, not only for wizard-kind but for the world as a whole, yet such power may lead us to ruin.
Only one other soul on this planet can breathe about this discovery.
The Myths have endured all these centuries, for the Initial one still breathes.
Opaline Allaway, a third-year student, transfers from Ilvermorny to Hogwarts, sorted in to an unlikely house, she strives to have a normal-as-it-gets year at Hogwarts, what with an overabundance of uncles; one of whom has recently escaped from Azkaban, trouble prone godbrothers, and sudden, impactful changes in the ministry's view of education.
~golden trio era~
Prologue
- November 1st 1984 -
The young lady kept tossing and turning in her bed, "The 28th of August, Four years ago", it kept resounding through her mind, she could not sleep peacefully, the same words from earlier in the day were reverberating in her ears.
"There is always a gap of five years, so to rephrase the question, what happened on the 28th of August nine years ago?". She pondered on it for a few minutes; recalling before her eyes memories of happier times.
Suddenly, Realisation hit her and broke her out of her reverie, She sat up with a start, softly she got out of her bed careful not to awake any of the house's other occupants, fitted on a cloak and picked an Umbrella, "There is only one way to settle this" She muttered to herself.
It seemed as if she was prepared to leave when her eyes fell on a lantern, she quickly took it and lighted it, 'Not to arouse suspicion ' she thought and soon after she had apparated to her destination.
It was pouring torrents of rain in the isolated roads of the small hamlet, a shock of lightning passed overhead as the young lady manoeuvered the empty streets with ease, halting in front of an old and rusted gate. Pushing it open, the creak of the gate was drowned out by the rumble of thunder overhead.
She moved carefully in between the graves before halting in front of two headstones close together, she stood pondering the one on the left before her eyes wandered to the one on the right; reading the inscription engraved on it.
Camille Mannion Estlé
A Loving Mother and Wife.
16/3/1939 - 28/8/1975
Her fears confirmed, she turned instinctively as she thought she heard a twig snap in the distance, she hurriedly looked around and apparated back to the safety of her own room.
1
The Hogwarts Express was rolling down the track; steam billowing out of the engines, passing through some woods. In one compartment sat a young girl admiring the scenery, she sat mesmerised by the late afternoon sky, to say she was mesmerised was an understatement, it brought her much needed peace.
She had expected company but her friend Ely had to return to his former school to retrieve some files, he was going to floo to Hogwarts later. They both had to be present at the sorting ceremony seeing as both were transfer students.
A knock sounded on the door, she looked up to see a shy sandy haired boy enter, "Can I sit here?", he asked timidly.
"Of course", Opal gestured to the seat opposite her.
The boy looked unsure, "I'm a Muggle-born".
"And?", she gestured to the seat again.
"Thank you", he replied earnestly.
"Why did you think that it would've influenced my decision", Opal asked.
"I was in a compartment at first, the kids there were nice until they found out I was Muggleborn", he ended looking dejected, sending a pang of sympathy into her heart
"What's your name?", she asked
"Edwin, Edwin Howells, or Eddie"
"Opaline Allaway", "You can call me Opal", she added as an afterthought.
Striking up a conversation, Opal found that their fields of interests were close parallels, the dialogue sailed from Radios, Imbuement of Magic into Potions, to Chocolate brands -which Edwin found to his Surprise and Disappointment, was disagreeable to Opal.
"EDDIE!", the door opened without warning and a dark-haired boy barged in, and engulfed Edwin in a hug, "DEAREST EDDIE!"
"Uh..Sorry about him", "Is it alright if we sit here for a bit" a brunette girl at the door asked.
Opal shrugged in reply.
"Thanks," she added.
"Well, let us introduce ourselves, I'm Astoria Greengrass", the brunette stated kindly.
"Jayce Crawford", Dark-hair introduced.
"Opaline...Opaline Allaway"
"Lukas Allaway's niece?" the brunette introduced as Astoria questioned her.
"That's me".
"Oh", she mused, "My older sister is quite the enthusiast", she stated quite seriously, Opaline, having no idea how to reply to that statement, tilted her head in consideration.
"What year are you in?" Jayce asked.
"I'm a transfer, I'll start my third year" Opaline answered.
"We're all first years, but I suppose you already knew that" he stated as a matter of fact.
Opaline nodded again.
"We met in Diagon Alley, Madam Malkin's Robes" Astoria told her as Jayce began to explain to Edwin how to play Exploding Snap.
The trolley lady pulled up outside their compartment, "Anything off the trolley dears", the three first years stood and bought sweets for themselves, "Anything for you dear?", she asked Opal, "I'll pass"
Opaline turned back to the window only to see that the sun was setting, a ghost of a smile crept onto her melancholy face, a positive thought lingered in her mind for a split second before being drowned out by negative ones.
She turned her attention back to the book she was reading before she was distracted by the scenery-and them of course-, the book "Tips for Potion Brewers" was a gift from her Aunt Weiss for her birthday a few days ago, she had always been interested in potions from a young age; much to her late Father's dismay, both her Father and her Uncle seemed uninterested in anything other than Quidditch, in fact her Uncle had a wristwatch which belonged to her Father with the words "Quidditch is Life" engraved on it.
Hours passed, Edwin and Jayce went to change into their robes, and Astoria headed to converse with her sister before they arrived.
As she read in the newfound peace, the train came to a sudden pause, nearly thrown her off her seat, she peered at the window hoping to catch a glimpse of their whereabouts, they couldn't have arrived at the station, it was too early; suddenly the window froze over making it impossible to see and the temperature dropped drastically.
Opaline pulled her Hogwarts robes closer around her now shivering body, she sensed a haunting presence in the carriage, she stood up swiftly as she sighted a long withering arm unlatching the handle.
The train had started moving a few moments ago, the lights flickered back on and the temperature was a bit more tolerable, Opaline shut her book and arranged her things replacing them in her trunk, a quarter of an hour passed before the train came to a halt at Hogsmeade station.
Opaline exited the train and heard a voice belonging to a towering man call, "Firs' years, Firs' years here", she walked in his direction and asked quite awkwardly, "Uh...sir I'm new this year, do I come with the first years?", The semi-giant man turned and smiled good naturedly at her. "An' you mus' be Opaline, Professor Dumbledore says you'll be sorted with the firs' years", she nodded in understanding, "No more than four to a boat", the man called out.
Opaline sat at the front of a boat with her three "train comrades'' behind her, the boats magically steered themselves across The Black Lake in the direction of Hogwarts. As they drew closer to the castle they admired it with open eyes, Hogwarts's many lights reflected on the surface of the lake.
They had arrived at last.
The first years and Opaline ascended the stairs to the Castle and entered the entrance hall, Hagrid led them to a room where a rather small person greeted him.
"Well Professor Flitwick, here are the firs' years" Hagrid announced.
"Why thank you, Hagrid" , "Now you shall all pass through those doors in a few minutes and be sorted". Professor Flitwick informed them as Hagrid left the hall, gesturing to the tall entrances to the room where they heard loud conversations.
"There are four houses, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin and Ravenclaw, each of these houses have their special merits. For Gryffindor the brave and courageous, Hufflepuff the loyal and kind, for Slytherin the cunning and ambitious, and for Ravenclaw the clever and the knowledgeable. In your stay at Hogwarts, your house will be like your family, we will award points for hard work, however points will also be taken for any misbehaviour or other unacceptable behaviour, at the end of the year the house with the most points will be awarded the house cup, now line up two in a row, our new third year at the front" he added as she scanned the room for Ely, 'he must be here' she contemplated, she turns back to her space at the front of the queue, settling with the explanation that he was either early or late, that boy could never come in time, regardless if his life was depending on it!
They stood in a line, and she resumed her place conscious of the stares she was receiving.
"Did you know that the ceiling of the great hall is bewitched to look like the night sky, it's in Hogwarts A History", she heard a rather familiar voice.
She looked at Edwin, "Edwin", she acknowledged as he took the space beside her, they waited for the rest of the first years to reorder, the first years continued looking around them in awe, except Opal whose eyes were still on the door.
"First row seats, I see", Jayce barged his way through, Edwin shrugged in answer to her slightly amused look.
"Of course, the best only agrees with him", Astoria drawled, as they took the spaces directly behind her and Edwin.
"They had a quarrel, as we were going to change our robes, I think they made up", Edwin explained gesturing to the two, Jayce was shooting some rubber bands, and Astoria trying to bar him -and failing-, "And, no I did not teach him how to do that"", he pointed to the bands, one of which ended in a scholarly looking first-year's hair.
"You saw nothing", Jayce murmured absently, "Now, contrary to whatever name they might call, my name Is Jayce", he added, the last part albeit forcefully.
The doors had finally opened and all conversation ceased, as they walked, the stares of their fellow students followed them all the time, until they halted in front of the staff table, specifically facing a tattered hat which opened its mouth, and broke into song.
The Hat had concluded it's lengthy piece at last, and the Professor who had escorted them in stood on a stool of his own, announcing to the school the opening of the sorting ceremony, the doors opened behind them and two Gryffindors shuffled their way in accompanied by the deputy headmistress and the school matron.
"Excuse us, Filius", the stern looking deputy headmistress apologised as they settled in their allotted seats.
"This year we have a rather infrequent occurrence, two transfer students, one of whom has already been sorted into Gryffindor..", Opal was not sure why it baffled her, Ely in Gryffindor, but then again her emblem of Ravenclaw was a Gryffindor also, she thought wryly, "The sorting ceremony begins", Professor Flitwick continued.
"Allaway, Opaline", he called, the entirety of the school were staring at her now, she kept her calm face, whilst her brain was recalling every colourful swear word she could remember.
She sat on the stool and placed the hat on her head, she came aware of another voice in her head, "I, Young one, am the Sorting Hat, The founders entrusted me to sort the students, I never make a wrong choice, there are tricky ones yes, but I sort them all out in the end", "You were a Thunderbird yes, It did not choose you, you chose it. Would you rather choose your house here?", it queried.
Shaking her head mentally, "I wouldn't know which one to choose, in the end, it is your job".
"I see why Ilvermorny had a hard time choosing where to place you, You would do well in Gryffindor, but still you think before you act. Hufflepuff as well, yet you have a streak of ruthlessness that rivals your colourful cousin's, still you mean no harm. Slytherin, you have the ambition, a bit lacking in the deviousness, you are cunning nevertheless, Ravenclaw might benefit you as well", he contemplated, "You want Peace, Retribution, to be left in the sidelines, but you are too kind and considering, and trouble has a way of steering itself to you", it mused a bit more, "But where, where must I put you, I must say I haven't had one as difficult as you since I sorted your year-mates", Opal didn't know quite what to think about it's remark, "someone you know, I believe you can guess correctly".
"Placing you in any house won't cause much controversy, two generations of Allaway's in Gryffindor, your Great Grandfather was sorted into Slytherin however not many know that, but you are closely related to Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff as well, let it be...
SLYTHERIN!"
Opal strode towards the Green and Silver table, disorganised applause broke out among the first years, as the Slytherins paused for a moment before contributing also, Opal mused that Jayce most likely threatened-or bribed- his fellow first years, with Rubber bands. She reached the Slytherin table where two female prefects were looking at her with interest etched on their faces.
The older one was the first to break the silence, "It's a pleasure for you to be sorted into the house of Salazar, I'm Vivienne Rafter seventh-year prefect" she introduced nodding at her, "and this is Elodie Hunter, fifth-year prefect".
"Welcome to Slytherin", Elodie extended her hand with a kind smile that had a touch of sinister in it.
Opal turned to the table and sat down leaving two seats between her and the nearest second-year.
The rest of the sorting passed with no other remarkable mentions, Astoria was sorted into Slytherin, Jayce whose elongated name was Jason, went to Gryffindor, the hat paused a few moments before declaring Edwin a Hufflepuff. Astoria sat beside her offering her a small smile.
At long last the sorting ceremony ended, Professor Dumbledore, stood to deliver the start of year speech.
"Welcome!" said Dumbledore, the candlelight shimmering on his beard. "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! I have a few things to say to you all, and as one of them is very serious, I think it best to get it out of the way before you become befuddled by our excellent feast. . . "
Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued, "As you will all be aware after their search of the Hogwarts Express, our school is presently playing host to some of the Dementors of Azkaban, who are here on Ministry of Magic business. ", he paused
"They are stationed at every entrance to the grounds," Dumbledore continued, "and while they are with us, I must make it plain that nobody is to leave school without permission. Dementors are not to be fooled by tricks or disguises - or even Invisibility Cloaks," he added blandly, "It is not in the nature of a Dementor to understand pleading or excuses. I therefore warn each and every one of you to give them no reason to harm you. I look to the prefects, and our new Head Boy and Girl, to make sure that no student runs afoul of the Dementors," he said.
Dumbledore paused again; he looked very seriously around the hall, and nobody moved nor made a sound.
"On a happier note," he continued, "I am pleased to welcome three new teachers to our ranks this year.
"First, Professor Lupin, who has kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. "
There was some scattered, rather unenthusiastic applause, Opal applauded politely.
"As to our second new appointment," Dumbledore continued as the lukewarm applause for Professor Lupin died away. "Well, I am sorry to tell you that Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, retired at the end of last year in order to enjoy more time with his remaining limbs. However, I am delighted to say that his place will be filled by none other than Rubeus Hagrid, who has agreed to take on this teaching job in addition to his gamekeeping duties."
Opal joined in with the applause, which was tumultuous at the Gryffindor table in particular.
And as Professor Dumbledore started speaking again, Opal saw that Professor Hagrid was wiping his eyes on the tablecloth.
"And to our third appointment, is Professor Lysithea Cliffe, who has graciously agreed to join our staff as assistant professor and matron", he ended, as a familiar, young lady stood up from her spot besides the Ancient Runes Teacher.
"Well, I think that's everything of importance," Dumbledore said as the polite, somewhat sparse applause died down "Let the feast begin!"
Well over the original word limit I had set, but I enjoyed writing it.
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