How I Changed Fate- Chapter 4: Stupid Dementors
Of course, out of all things I had to forget I forgot the stupid dementors that show up at the train just before it gets to Hogwarts. The day had started off so well too. We had woken up to my Mhamó coming in and telling us the unfortunate news that the trial could not progress until the Sirius Black could be found and questioned properly. Harry asked her, "What does he have to do about anything?"
"The rat, ceann beag*, was an animagus. His true form turned out to be a man many people thought dead for years. Many people thought Sirius Black killed him, but turns out he was just a rat who has now confessed to setting Lord Black up."
"Why did this 'rat' frame Sirius Black in the first place?" Harry asked.
"You don't know?" Mhamó asked. "Leanbh bocht*, Sirius is your God-Father, and was a best friend of your Father. If one is smart enough, they would know that getting rid of him would leave you all alone which would in turn would leave you helpless."
We all went silent until Harry hit the floor with a thud. He was crying I could only make out a couple of words through his tears. "I didn't even know that…what else do I not know?" At that moment I understood why every fanfiction I ever read hated on Dumbledore he really was and is a ceann cac*. My Mhamó didn't leave us with bad news before we left for Hogwarts. She gave us some really great news. "Luckily, they have given me temporary guardianship over you until the issue of Sirius Black is resolved." That brought light back into Harry's eyes as he happily rushed to get her to sign his permission slip and packed for the train ride.
They all went back to there rooms to pack, but Mhamó held me back. "Louise my bláth beag*, Harry might never be allowed to live by Sirius Black's side. The Ministry may admit they were wrong, but they won't let him watch over the growing Boy-Who-Lived. Not after he has been in Azkaban for so long."
"I know Mhamó, but once he is free you could ask him to be his proxy guardian until Harry is old enough to decide who he wants to live with." She smiles at me and says, "Brilliant, mo bhláth beag*. You are absolutely brilliant." She sighed and started saying something else. "I will have to order and send your books to you again this year."
"I know. I will tell my teachers. Mhamó, did I make the right choice?"
She gave me a sad smile. "We will never know for sure till we see it ourselves. Never forget that mo bhláth beag*."
Before I got to packing, I went to the restroom to get my tooth brush and looked up into the mirror. I was shocked, I knew that I was thirteen-year-old me but I had long forgotten what I looked like back then. I have always had dark brown hair and ice blue eyes, but this me was different. I had borderline black hair and my eyes were now two different colors, one is amber and the other remains that ice blue. One thing that hadn't change was the fact that I was still very pale.
I packed up everything I had taken out and we made our way to the train. Just like in the story we ended up in the same compartment as a sleeping professor and Harry decided to tell of his adventure to the Leaky Cauldron. I zoned out on what Harry had said, and instead looked at the sleeping teacher. I knew who, and what, he was but I was still shocked to see his emotions swirling about competing for dominance. I wondered how he could sleep with such an internal struggle going on. As the train rolled on, I had this strange feeling I had forgotten something.
I didn't remember before it was too late. The train had stopped in the middle of nowhere, and the air had gone cold. I saw the hand of the strange creature and froze in complete horror. There are no words to describe the feeling that dementors give off, and what made the experience worse was the fact that I could feel every emotion of those that they had stolen from. Harry and I were both attacked by them and we both fainted. As I fainted, I thought that at least we still had Remus in the compartment because just like in the story he fought them back and gave us chocolate saying it would make us feel better. He however froze at seeing me. "A Reagan? How unlucky for you to be caught in the presence of a Dementor, tell me does the monster itself feel anything?"
I laughed. "No, Mac tíre*, it doesn't. It echoes false emotions that it steals from its victims."
He froze but asked a question. "Why werewolf*?"
I smiled and pointed to his suit case. "Lupin, that is a name of an old werewolf. I thought it would be funny to tease you with it, I did not mean to be rude."
He laughed it off and handed me the chocolate. Once everyone was settled, he rushed off. I thought the Dementors wouldn't appear since Sirius was found to be innocent. Something was off about this whole thing and I couldn't wait to find out what it was.
Mhamó= Grandma, ceann beag= Little one, Leanbh bocht= Poor child, ceann cac= Shit head, bláth beag= Little flower, Mac tíre= Werewolf. Reminder! I know no Irish and am translating English into the language via google. If you happen to know the proper words or some interesting phrases please write a review. PS if someone could please get Jacksepticeye to read the Irish out loud so I can hear what it actually sounds like that would be awesome! ThisOnePerson.
