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He caught the girl as she crumpled, out of instinct more than anything else, he couldn't see why she'd gone so very pale when he touched her, although the way she'd been watching him had had chills creeping up his spine. The sheer recognition had been frightening.
Harry and Hermoine had made it back up the path in a matter of seconds, but he held on to the girl, she was too tall for Harry, and something in him wanted to hang on to her, he didn't understand why. That was adding to the chills creeping up his spine, he made a fast questioning gesture with his eyebrows, reluctant to speak.
"She's a seer professor"
That was Hermoines addition to the conversation, but it didn't add to his understanding, the only 'seer' of sorts that he'd ever known was Sybil Trelawney and a simple touch had never done that to her. Potter seemed to know what he was thinking, sometimes the talent really irritated him, when it wasn't being useful.
"She's a true seer, she gets visions from contact sometimes. She must have seen a lot from you, not even Ama knocked her out."
A true seer, he knew they cropped up from time to time, but they normally ended up in Hogwarts at eleven, talent willed out, they were eventually found by a wizard or witch. It was rare that they were allowed to function in the real world, and even rarer to see one brought in in the final year.
Holding her firmly, but gently he moved off after the two students towards Hogwarts, while she was unconscious he would take her to the medical wing, Albus could talk to her there. It was a slight irony, this was the second girl he was carrying into the school, and he felt the same odd protectiveness. And that, was what worried him.
***
'Half a league, half a league half a league onwards' that was the quote that was running through her mind as she swam up from the headwaters of unconsciousness. She was flat out, a bed of some sort, her eyes opened, despite protests from her muscles that what she was asking them to do was obscene, dangerous and unnecessary.
When she looked up the first thing she saw was a pair of very blue eyes, twinkling away, there was no vision attached so she allowed herself to relax. Then he spoke.
"Welcome to Hogwarts child"
From anyone else she would have balked at the use of the world child, but this man felt so much older than she was, to her he was a child, it wasn't something of age, it was as if he had simply, lived, so much more than everyone else.
"Would you like to know why I asked Harry to find you and bring you here?"
She shook her head, something in her knew.
"It's a prophecy, and I've been living prophecy since I was thirteen"
A blink and for a moment the twinkle dulled, it wasn't extinguished, and she was certain that this man would see humour at even the darkest moment of his life. He had to be Dumbledore, she could see why he would irritate Ama who it seemed took things much too seriously. The inclination of his head was slow and meant something.
"I was presented with a prophecy that told me that, 'the heir to the serpent, born in fire will save the bastion of learning with her blood and re write history from within the stain' I don't suppose it means anything to you?"
For a moment she considered, it was complicated, she didn't say prophecy's she saw them, the interpretation was different. The blood was easy, a flash of that earlier vision, and born in fire, that she could explain too, the others though, they were beyond her.
"I was born in a fire, my mother died of smoke inhalation and my father died saving me, I think I understand about the blood, I would like access to your library, but the others escape me"
A slight smile twitched at the corners of his mouth moving his beard in a jerk.
"You are the Heir to a man names Salazar Slytherin, his symbol was a serpent, that explains the beginning"
Sudden understanding hit her, she had forgotten it was so commonplace, well to her, but it could explain a lot to people who understood that sort of thing.
"It would explain this too, wouldn't it?"
With a jerk she pulled the sweater over her head, she was wearing a sports bra, so she wasn't much more exposed than the average sunbather in Hyde park but the tattoo showed, glaring at the old man with malevolent eyes.
His intake of breath was noticeable, then he looked at the tattoo again and she was sure she heard a curse leave his lips.
"This complicates things, Serverus"
Only the inflection of his voice told her that he was now speaking to someone else and the man from earlier walked in. The visions clamoured for release but she was holding them in, when he stopped dead, as if he'd been struck.
It seemed that fate had decided to play a part, she could almost see the little figure she always attributed to it out of the corner of her eye smacking him on the back of the head. Then she realised what she was wearing, or what she wasn't. What had seemed perfectly decent a moment ago was suddenly scanty and she crossed her arms across her chest.
"You wanted me Headmaster?"
The twinkle was back in force.
"Why yes, I wanted you to escort Ms Salezar to the library, and give her access to all of the sections"
For a moment his eyes were blank, and then he nodded, deep in the black was an expression almost like concern but he was trying not to let it show.
"And I would also like your niece to instruct her in the basics of sorcery, I think she may have some talent"
That brought real disbelief to his eyes, but again the nod, as if the weight of some great debt kept him silent, she managed to pull her sweater back over her head and climbed out of the bed ignoring Dumbledore's proffered hand.
"I'll be staying here then?"
The headmaster nodded.
"For the foreseeable future, I think so"
She laughed, quietly and without humour.
"Very well then, I had better start looking, and with that she left the sickroom.
***
Dumbledore continued to watch as she and Serverus removed themselves, and then a slight smile crept onto his face. He hoped that her blood sacrifice would not be brought with her life as another's had been so long ago, because the girl had real potential, in more ways than one.
He caught the girl as she crumpled, out of instinct more than anything else, he couldn't see why she'd gone so very pale when he touched her, although the way she'd been watching him had had chills creeping up his spine. The sheer recognition had been frightening.
Harry and Hermoine had made it back up the path in a matter of seconds, but he held on to the girl, she was too tall for Harry, and something in him wanted to hang on to her, he didn't understand why. That was adding to the chills creeping up his spine, he made a fast questioning gesture with his eyebrows, reluctant to speak.
"She's a seer professor"
That was Hermoines addition to the conversation, but it didn't add to his understanding, the only 'seer' of sorts that he'd ever known was Sybil Trelawney and a simple touch had never done that to her. Potter seemed to know what he was thinking, sometimes the talent really irritated him, when it wasn't being useful.
"She's a true seer, she gets visions from contact sometimes. She must have seen a lot from you, not even Ama knocked her out."
A true seer, he knew they cropped up from time to time, but they normally ended up in Hogwarts at eleven, talent willed out, they were eventually found by a wizard or witch. It was rare that they were allowed to function in the real world, and even rarer to see one brought in in the final year.
Holding her firmly, but gently he moved off after the two students towards Hogwarts, while she was unconscious he would take her to the medical wing, Albus could talk to her there. It was a slight irony, this was the second girl he was carrying into the school, and he felt the same odd protectiveness. And that, was what worried him.
***
'Half a league, half a league half a league onwards' that was the quote that was running through her mind as she swam up from the headwaters of unconsciousness. She was flat out, a bed of some sort, her eyes opened, despite protests from her muscles that what she was asking them to do was obscene, dangerous and unnecessary.
When she looked up the first thing she saw was a pair of very blue eyes, twinkling away, there was no vision attached so she allowed herself to relax. Then he spoke.
"Welcome to Hogwarts child"
From anyone else she would have balked at the use of the world child, but this man felt so much older than she was, to her he was a child, it wasn't something of age, it was as if he had simply, lived, so much more than everyone else.
"Would you like to know why I asked Harry to find you and bring you here?"
She shook her head, something in her knew.
"It's a prophecy, and I've been living prophecy since I was thirteen"
A blink and for a moment the twinkle dulled, it wasn't extinguished, and she was certain that this man would see humour at even the darkest moment of his life. He had to be Dumbledore, she could see why he would irritate Ama who it seemed took things much too seriously. The inclination of his head was slow and meant something.
"I was presented with a prophecy that told me that, 'the heir to the serpent, born in fire will save the bastion of learning with her blood and re write history from within the stain' I don't suppose it means anything to you?"
For a moment she considered, it was complicated, she didn't say prophecy's she saw them, the interpretation was different. The blood was easy, a flash of that earlier vision, and born in fire, that she could explain too, the others though, they were beyond her.
"I was born in a fire, my mother died of smoke inhalation and my father died saving me, I think I understand about the blood, I would like access to your library, but the others escape me"
A slight smile twitched at the corners of his mouth moving his beard in a jerk.
"You are the Heir to a man names Salazar Slytherin, his symbol was a serpent, that explains the beginning"
Sudden understanding hit her, she had forgotten it was so commonplace, well to her, but it could explain a lot to people who understood that sort of thing.
"It would explain this too, wouldn't it?"
With a jerk she pulled the sweater over her head, she was wearing a sports bra, so she wasn't much more exposed than the average sunbather in Hyde park but the tattoo showed, glaring at the old man with malevolent eyes.
His intake of breath was noticeable, then he looked at the tattoo again and she was sure she heard a curse leave his lips.
"This complicates things, Serverus"
Only the inflection of his voice told her that he was now speaking to someone else and the man from earlier walked in. The visions clamoured for release but she was holding them in, when he stopped dead, as if he'd been struck.
It seemed that fate had decided to play a part, she could almost see the little figure she always attributed to it out of the corner of her eye smacking him on the back of the head. Then she realised what she was wearing, or what she wasn't. What had seemed perfectly decent a moment ago was suddenly scanty and she crossed her arms across her chest.
"You wanted me Headmaster?"
The twinkle was back in force.
"Why yes, I wanted you to escort Ms Salezar to the library, and give her access to all of the sections"
For a moment his eyes were blank, and then he nodded, deep in the black was an expression almost like concern but he was trying not to let it show.
"And I would also like your niece to instruct her in the basics of sorcery, I think she may have some talent"
That brought real disbelief to his eyes, but again the nod, as if the weight of some great debt kept him silent, she managed to pull her sweater back over her head and climbed out of the bed ignoring Dumbledore's proffered hand.
"I'll be staying here then?"
The headmaster nodded.
"For the foreseeable future, I think so"
She laughed, quietly and without humour.
"Very well then, I had better start looking, and with that she left the sickroom.
***
Dumbledore continued to watch as she and Serverus removed themselves, and then a slight smile crept onto his face. He hoped that her blood sacrifice would not be brought with her life as another's had been so long ago, because the girl had real potential, in more ways than one.