Author's Note:
ok, I've finally gotten over writer's block! ::applause:: Thank you, thank you.
I am adding WAY more plot this time, you sorta find out why the title is "the
silver butterfly", more dreams, more Harry & co. Oh, and TANK YOU SO MUCH
to everyone out there who reviewed! And Kim, that was a really, really nice
review! Tank you!
THE SILVER BUTTERFLY- PART II
The beautiful young woman was bound with invisible
ropes to the cold stonewall. Her eyes, full of hatred, were locked with those
of the man before her. His long, white fingers fingered a lock of her auburn
hair.
"Well, Adeline," he murmured, his voice high-pitched
and full of mocking, "You want to see your child, do you? After your little
planned escape, which I stopped, I'm not quite so trusting in you. She'll be
with the addle-brained nurse you hired, and you, my dear," he stepped back and
smirked, "will be a mere insect, never able to foil my plans again." He pointed
his wand at her and muttered two words. A flash filled the room, and in the
place of the young woman fluttered a beautiful silver butterfly.
"Now," the man said to himself, "The Potters…"
I woke up again, Carina anxiously
licking my face. I pushed her away and stood up from my canopy bed, walked over
to the window, and moodily stared at the Forbidden Forest. Who had that woman
been? She seemed oddly… familiar, like a person in a past dream. What had the
man changed her into again? A small animal? Perhaps a mouse? It didn't seem
right. I sighed and turned back to my dresser, waving my wand for the robe to
float out from a dresser drawer and hover by my elbow. I changed, pulled on
shoes, and brushed my tangled hair, then slunk down the stairs to the Great
Hall. It was empty, except for Peeves the Poltergeist, who floated tauntingly
above my head.
"Hello, little girly," he mocked.
"Pretty small for 16, aren't you?"
"Shut up, Peeves." I said, raised
my wand, and didn't look up as the annoying poltergeist grunted, trying to pull
off the layers of rubber cement I had made plaster on his face. I walked
outside, idly observing the early rays of sunlight, and sat on a bench next to
the pond, thinking about my dream. I had been at Hogwarts a month now- since
the incident at the Great Hall; I had been treated like a girl wavering on the
brink of death. But after I showed perfect medical behavior, all the teachers
stopped letting me get away with any excuse, or letting me out of class at the
smallest "ouch." Hermione and I were friendly rivals for best grades- and while
she was amazing at arithmancy, I could always recite things just a bit better
than her in Transfiguration. Our interests were quite alike, and both of us had
a very distinct fear of heights, making Quidditch an absolute "no". But now the
daily grind had started to kick in, and after an essay a night, I could
understand why Ron and Harry found it hard to concentrate on schoolwork.
And every night, I had dreams.
Some were of… back there… but others were of some other place and time, unknown
to me. Mostly they were nightmares, but otherwise they held a slight chilling
taste of memory.
I shook myself from my thoughts
and looked at the sun, which was now shining brightly. After grabbing my wand,
idly wondering if Peeves still had a sticky face, and hurrying inside, I was
sitting next to Hermione and Harry. Harry was frantically reading over some
last minute notes on the History of English Ministers of Magic, desperately
begging us to help him study at the last minute.
"You should have studied
beforehand and not waited till the last minute." I scolded, but quizzed him
anyway. Hermione tut-tutted along with me as he stuttered out random
definitions and names.
"You'll fail the test! Now who
added the law of 'no magic over summer vacations'?" Hermione chastised. Harry
rolled his eyes.
"How should I know? Er… is it…
Aymeric McGrath?" Hermione and I looked at each other in amusement.
"I've never heard of him, have
you?" I asked, putting a spoonful of cereal in my mouth. Hermione smiled and
shook her head.
"Maybe he's from a foreign cult.
Yes, Harry, you'll get the best marks of the class at this rate!" both of us
burst out laughing. Harry was too preoccupied to notice, looking over his notes
frantically. Ron looked over from next to Hermione and laughed.
"Harry, you just started studying
for that test?" Harry looked up at him and glared.
"Don't rub it in." he replied, and
got back to studying.
The woman gently cradled her
sleeping daughter. Rich auburn hair spilled over the child's small dark red
tufts, and almost identical gray eyes looked at each other. The woman kissed
the baby's forehead and looked around hurriedly. The entire castle seemed
asleep: but she could never make assumptions these days. She had no regret for
what she had done in the past, but only felt one thing: a love for her baby.
She had never loved before, only seen the world that had hit her the first time
she had taken a gulp of air to fill her miniature lungs and found that she
could make no sound. Her baby was all she cared about: let the baby live! Let
my baby live! Footsteps resounded throughout the stone hall, and she quickly
hid herself behind a thick tapestry. The footsteps grew nearer, quicker, and
she felt herself hauled up and her baby taken from her arms. She yelled out,
making no sound, and fell into waves of darkness.
I sat straight up in bed. It was
early morning, and all the other girls were sleeping. I shivered in my bed,
running through my brain the feelings that had surged through the woman in the
dream, seemingly with me inside her looking out. There had been hate, much
hate, but an overwhelming love for the small bundle in her arms. I shook my
head in bewilderment and pushed open the hangings of my canopy, trying to
dismiss the feeling of complete despair that had rung through the woman's body
as her baby was taken away from her.
Harry, Ron, Hermione and I were
idly doing our homework in our dormitory. Or rather, Hermione and I were. The
boys were just imitating Professor Trelawney, who I had never seen and frankly
didn't want to, after the boys made her seem apoplectic. I looked down at my
paper. Hermione had two more inches than me on our essay for Charms, and I
didn't see what else you could add about the Firnulkis Charm.
Suddenly Professor McGonagall came
in. Harry and Ron stopped imitating and pretended to do homework. McGonagall
came to me.
"Miss Cicely, if you will follow
me, please?" she asked.
I waved goodbye to the others and
followed her. She led me up hallways and to a stone gargoyle I had never seen
before.
"Blood pops." She said to the
gargoyle, which smiled and jumped aside, revealing a stairway. I went up it,
curious. There were only places like this back at… KATRINA! I snapped
the memories shut and continued following Professor. We came to a large wooden door,
which she opened, showing a large, intriguing room. A beautiful phoenix swept
towards me, landing on my shoulder. I suddenly stopped as I saw who was sitting
in the chair facing us. Albus Dumbledore.
"Thank you, Minerva. If I could
please talk to Miss Cicely alone?" he asked. McGonagall (Minerva?) left the
room. Dumbledore turned back to me, smiling. "Hello, Miss Cicely."
"Hello, sir." I replied, sitting
in the chair in front of his desk.
"You're a fine student, Miss
Cicely. You and Miss Granger are friends, are you not?"
I nodded. What had I done wrong?
"Good choice in friends. Now, Miss
Cicely," his face became somewhat grave. "Have you been reading the Daily
Prophet?"
"No," I answered, "Hermione gets
it, but I haven't had very much time to look at it." Dumbledore frowned.
"Yes, I suppose so. To speak
plainly, have you heard of the number of deaths every day?"
I looked at him in pretend
astonishment. Please don't let him see through me! "Deaths?"
"Yes, deaths. By one who most will
call you-know-who: whom I call Voldemort." I didn't wince, which seemed to
surprise him. Does he see? Does he know? "This man has risen, fallen,
and risen again. I've seen how well you do in your studies. You excel in all
your subjects. I am organizing a group to help defeat Voldemort. Will you
join?"
A wave of relief washed over me. Thank
you, thank you for not knowing!
"You don't have to if you don't
want to." Dumbledore said, mistaking my moment of relief for hesitation. I
looked him in the eye.
"Yes. I will join." Dumbledore
looked immensely relieved.
"Thank you, Miss Cicely. And," he
added, looking straight at me, "if you ever need to tell me anything, I'll be
here."
I left with my knees trembling. Did
he know?
Hermione looked at me anxiously.
"Are you all right?" she asked.
"I'm fine." I replied, leaning
over my homework. She shrugged and looked at her arithmancy homework. Dumbledore
hasn't talked with her yet. But he will soon. I sat up and stretched. "I'm
going to bed." I said. Hermione looked up but didn't say anything. I ran up the
stairs to my bed and threw myself on it. Why, why, why couldn't I just forget
about everything? Why couldn't I start a fresh, new life? Why, why, why? I
pound my pillow. Every time I went to bed, I was just getting ready to see the
past. Why?
Despite my efforts to stay awake,
I was asleep in a minute.
A beautiful woman with gray
eyes and auburn hair stood at the top of a hill. She looked around, her gray
eyes full of a cold hatred, and searched for the one she was looking for. He
came, apparating next to her.
"Adeline!" he cried, trying to hug
her. She pushed him away, hate enveloping every pore in her body. Her brother,
her filthy, horrid brother… she glared at him with her icy eyes. He read the
hatred in them and shuddered.
"So you will not return to our
side?" he asked quietly. She was wistful for a moment, imagining being loved
again. Then she shook her head and disappeared. The man looked at where she had
been, sat down, and wiped away a tear. He finally let out a scream of rage and
sadness. He would never see his sister again.
Hermione
shook me awake.
"Katrina! Katrina, are you
alright? Speak to me!"
I sat up. My hair was plastered to
my face and my entire body was shaking. A tear was running down my cheek.
"I'm fine." I said, breathing
deeply and brushing away the tear – how did that get there?
"You were screaming in your sleep.
I thought you were hurt or something." Hermione said, still looking at me
worriedly. I brushed it away like the tear.
"I had a nightmare, that's all." I
said. She shrugged and went downstairs, where Parvati and Lavender were too, I
presumed.
The woman… she was always in my
dreams. But the man… he radiated a sense of goodness, somehow. Why had the
woman pushed him away?
I shook my head, and still
trembling climbed out of bed and got dressed.
Dumbledore looked at all of us in
our circle.
"You are all here for one
purpose," he began. "To stop Voldemort. He was driven away two years ago, but
now he is back, more conniving than ever. We must work together. Report
everything to Minerva or me. Do you understand?"
We all nodded. Harry, on my right,
looked solemn. Was he scared? I was. I was terrified.
If he looks for me, and finds
me, I'll be dead. I thought. Dumbledore looked at Harry, Hermione, Ron and
me.
"I would first like to introduce
our newest members. Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Katrina
Cicely. All but Katrina have dealt with defeating Voldemort before: Harry has
met him face to face." Oh, if only you knew! If only you knew! "However, Katrina is an astounding student
who is quite advanced in transfiguration and dealing with the dark arts. I have
chosen these four out of many students because I trust them the most and
believe they are the most capable and prepared to face the Dark Lord. Are you
four ready to take the oath?"
"We are ready." We said at the
same time. Dumbledore took out a piece of parchment.
"Here are the rules: I will do
what is right and never betray or hurt another of my own side. I will sacrifice
my own life for the sake of others and defeating the evil. I will never let
being frightened make me do something wrong. I will never connive with
Voldemort or any of his followers. I will always help others and never think just
of myself. Do you all agree to these rules?"
"I agree." Harry said.
"I agree." Ron said, shaking
slightly.
"I agree also." Hermione said. Her
lips looked blue.
"And you, Katrina Cicely?"
Dumbledore asked. I took a deep breath.
"I agree."
I lay on my bed, thinking. If he
knew… he won't find out! He won't find out! I shivered.
Two children played in a yard.
The girl ran ahead, pulling a kite, while the boy laughed and pulled his own.
The kites fell as the wind stopped and the boy laughed while the girl smiled.
She could not laugh. They retrieved their fallen kites when a mother, with
windblown blonde hair and gray eyes, walked outside and picked up the kites.
She smiled and said,
"Lunch is on the table. I'll put
these away." The children ran inside, smiling, while the mother laughed and put
the kites away in a shed.
A/N: yeah! I
got another part done! I don't like the beginning, but the dreams are cool.
Sorta goes backward though, in time. I know it's really short, but I'm sorta
stuck again. I'm thinking of having a ball or something to spice up the story,
and I know who Hermione's going with, but who should Katrina go with? Please
review- and all those people that reviewed last time are awesome! J