A/N: Here we are. The last chapter of Year One. As you remember, I left off with Dkembvare finally arriving at Hogwarts. So, without further ado, here is the story:
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Disclaimer: I do not own what you recognize, which includes but is not limited to characters, spells, and places. These were invented by the wonderful J.K. Rowling, and are owned by J.K., Warner Brothers, Bloomsbury, Scholastic, and many many more. I do own what you do recognize, which includes mainly people. No copyright infringement is intended.
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The Marauders ~ Year One
By: Noelle
Chapter 13: End of the Beginning (The First)
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Michael Barnette's POV
May had slowly crept on, but now it has almost ended. It was the 24th of May. The Marauders and myself were eating dinner in the Great Hall when we heard the news. Actually, we more of saw it.
A Sixth Year Ravenclaw ran up to Professor Dumbledore during dinner that evening, and Dumbledore immediately called a conference with the teachers.
"But, you are to stay in here, the Great Hall, and under no circumstances are you to leave," Professor Dumbledore warned us, before running off. The doors magically closed and locked behind them.
Now, there was much speculation as to why we couldn't leave. The Hufflepuffs thought that ferocious monsters were attacking the castle. The Ravenclaws thought that there might be weather problems. The Slytherins don't think. But the Gryffindors thought that it had something to do with Dkembvare.
How right we were…
Around an hour after the teachers left, there was a knock on the door to the Great Hall. And then it became louder.
"Should we open it?" asked a Hufflepuff.
We all agreed on no.
But the pounding didn't stop. It grew louder.
And then, the door began to shake.
Within moments, the enormous doors burst open, revealing to us the most horrific sight that we shall remember.
There were rows upon rows of Death Eaters, standing straight and proud. And in front of them, stood Dkembvare.
I had never seen him until now. He had longish, curly black hair. He stood nonchalant, smoking a cigar. He didn't seem worried in the slightest.
He exhaled a puff of smoke before throwing the cigar on the ground, and grinding it with his Italian leather boots. He then took a step forward. And another. And another.
The Death Eaters followed him, smiling behind their masks.
By now, the students had all fled to the back of the Great Hall. With one flick of his wand, Dkembvare pushed all of the tables to the side.
"Hello students," he said with a smile. "I am sure that many of you have heard of me, although you have probably never seen me. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Lord Dkembvare. I am looking for someone. Perhaps you can help me?"
No one spoke, or even breathed. All held their breath, and took another step back.
"I am looking for a boy by the name of Barnette. Michael Barnette."
At these words, my heart plummeted down to my stomach, as heads swerved to face me.
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Sirius Black's POV
When Dkembvare had said "Michael Barnette", I lost all sense of time. Those moments after slowly crept by, seemingly a million years each.
Dkembvare took a step towards where the Gryffindors were standing. We couldn't move, as we were already pressed up against the cold stone wall.
He strutted slowly over, taking his time, to where the first years were standing. And he stopped in front of the Marauders.
"Which one of you is Michael?" he asked with a smile.
"None of us are," I answered quickly, before anyone else could point out Michael. I prayed that the Slytherins would manage to keep their big traps shut.
Dkembvare smiled. An evil smile, but a smile, nevertheless. "Now kid, I am not in the mood for games. Tell me which one of you is Barnette, and the rest of you might not get hurt." There was no response. "Could it be you?" he asked, stepping in front of Michael.
Michael's face set in determination, and he began to mouth the word 'yes'.
However, I interrupted.
"He is not Michael," I said, "That's Sirius Black."
"Really?" Dkembvare asked, clearly surprised. We all abruptly nodded our heads. "Then who are you?" he asked me, narrowing his dark brown eyes.
"Me?" I asked, my voice rather high-pitched. I can't deny that I was just a little scared. But just a little, mind you.
"No, Lord Voldemort," Dkembvare said sarcastically. "Yes, you idiot. Who are you?"
"I'm Remus Lupin," I answered quickly, looking down.
Dkembvare turned to Remus. "Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm James Potter," Remus said clearly, giving no hint that he was lying.
"But who is that then?" Dkembvare asked, pointing to James.
"Oh," I said, "That's Lily Evans."
"What?" Bella screeched. "That's not Lily! I'm Lily!"
James stood, in a girly pose, twirling a lock of his messy hair. Overall, he was giving off 'major priss' waves. "I am Lily," he drawled, in a soft, high-pitched voice.
Bella walked over to James, and grabbed his arm. "But you got to be Lily last week. Now, it's my turn!" she whined.
"I am always Lily. Lily ---er," he began. He walked over to Lily. "What's your middle name?" he hissed, so that only she could hear him.
"Why should I tell you?" Lily asked angrily.
"Because, this is for Michael, not me."
Lily groaned, before whispering in his ear.
"Lily Rose Evans. That's my name," James drawled.
"ENOUGH!" Dkembvare shouted. "Now, if the REAL Michael Barnette doesn't get up here, everyone is going to DIE!"
Everyone gasped (except for me) as the Death Eaters held their wands at ready. I stepped forward.
"I'm Michael Barnette," I lied. Michael gave me a look, which clearly stated 'what do you think you're doing?' But I took no note of his look. I had a mission.
"I am Michael Barnette," I repeated clearly, stepping forward just a little. My palms were shaking, so I shoved my hands inside of my robe pockets.
Dkembvare clapped his hands twice. "Michael," he said cheerily. "How are you?"
"After seeing your face, I feel a little queasy. How could someone be so ugly?" I said, a purpose in mind.
Dkembvare's face contorted in rage. "What did you say?" he asked stonily.
I walked forward, and sat on a table, kicking my feet up. All eyes in the Great Hall were on me. I chose not to answer him yet. I wanted to make him as angry as I possibly could. This should be fairly easy…
"What did you say?" Dkembvare repeated.
I stared at him. "Do you want me to spell it out for you? You are an U-G-L-Y G-I-T! You are an UGLY GIT!"
I heard gasps come from all the students, except for my fellow first year Gryffindors. They had caught on to where I was going. And they, being the brave souls they are, wanted to join in on the game.
Then, Bella stepped up. "You know," she began nonchalantly, "I have never seen an uglier pers- an uglier… thing… in my whole entire life," she said nodding. "All eleven years of it!"
James then stepped up, and sat next to Bella. "Hideous. Just hideous," he said simply, kicking his feet up.
Lily stepped up, sat next to me on my other side, and chose not to say anything. The look she gave said it all. Remus and Thomas followed her suit.
Kiana and Toria walked over together, arms linked. "I would like to settle a bet," Kiana began. The real Michael stepped up with them. Kiana continued. "You outfit. I though you were trying to make a fashion statement. A whack one, but a fashion statement, nonetheless."
Toria cleared her throat. "And I thought that you were getting ready for Halloween rather early."
Dkembvare's face turned bright red. "What is wrong with my robes?" he squeaked.
Michael grinned. "Dah-ling. Black just isn't your colour. In fact, I think that this might work," and with that, Michael pointed his wand at the evil wizard, and muttered a few words. Those words had a tremendous effect…
"What did you do to me?" Dkembvare squealed. Dkembvare was now not wearing black. In fact, he was wearing a bluish gray colour. He was dressed as the Statue of Liberty, complete with a crown and lighted torch.
The effect was tremendous. All in the Great Hall began laughing (even the Slytherins), and Dkembvare ran out, as quickly as he could. So did most of the Death Eaters, but a few remained.
They slowly rounded in on us, obviously not happy. Their sneers said it all, as did their wretched stench. Is it a requirement for all Death Eaters to not shower?
"Hello," said one in the lead. Toria's face drained of all colour.
"Ah, honey," he said, "Did you miss your father?"
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Toria Vanter's POV
(A/N: Come on guys. You didn't think I forgot about her, did you?)
My face had drained of all colour as I heard his voice, for I had recognized it as if a distant past. After all, it was from a distant past. My childhood.
He continued talking, but I didn't hear words. His mouth was moving, but all that was coming out was 'blah de blah de blah de blah!"
Kiana elbowed me, expelling me from the thousands of thoughts running through my head. I felt dizzy as I looked at this man. My father.
"What is going on?" I asked, visibly shaking, although I knew the answer. The letter ran through my mind:
Toria
Daddy's Coming Home.
He did not answer me. Instead, staring at me like a hawk surveys its prey. I wiped my sweaty hands on the inside of my robe. I may be a brave Gryffindor, but I had never been more scared in my whole life.
"Why?" I asked. "If you are going to kill me, at least tell me why."
My father sneered at me, his ugly yellow teeth gritting. "You see, my brother and I both fell in love with the same woman. We were as different as could be. Both wizards, mind you, but I was in Slytherin. The house of the Honorable Salazaar Slytherin. My brother," he said, spitting on the ground, "was a Gryffindor. The house for mudbloods and muggle-lovers alike. And we both loved your mother. A beautiful Ravenclaw, she chose me. And we lived happily for many years."
My face was contorted in confusion. Sirius, the fake Michael, elbowed me. "What is he talking about?"
"I don't know," I hissed back.
"You see, the Dark Lord came to me, and asked me to join him. I agreed. For days and nights, I would train. I was training to become one of his elite. A Death Eater. Your mother missed me greatly, as I was rarely home. So much, in fact, that the little b!tch went and had an affair. Worst of all, with my brother. My own flesh and blood!"
"This git is a lunatic," I heard James hiss. I nodded in agreement. This lunatic happened to be my father.
"And you see, I knew that this could arise. And I had a plan. Your mother left me, for my brother, and I dedicated my life to the Dark Side, and our mighty Lord. For years, I roamed the country, killing all those unworthy. And then, a few weeks ago, I put my plan into action. I killed my brother, Richard, and I pretended to be him. It was much better that we were twins, or I wouldn't have been able to be him. Your mother never knew. But there was one problem. The daughter, raised by that man. Toria. She could surely tell that I was not he. And so, I bid you farewell," he said, twirling his wand.
"But wait!" I shouted. "What did you do to my mother? Is she dead?"
"No. But she will be, after I kill you. Aveda Keda-"
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Lily Evans' POV
I heard the two most dreaded words echo. I froze, not thinking. But somebody did…
It was pouring down raining outside. A stormy night. Gray clouds tumbled, dangerously low. Lightening cracked. I could see this through the ceiling.
And as Vanter said those two words, the ceiling of the Great Hall seemingly disappeared, and a tidal wave of water crashed down upon the Death Eaters and Vanter.
"Quick, up here!" I screamed, yanking James up onto the table. The others were already on.
The cold waters rose higher, and began to swirl into a whirlpool. The dark blue colors became dashed with black. Mist sprayed throughout the hall, and the wind raged fiercely. The Death Eaters, who had been caught in the middle, were thrown into the whirlpool, and disappeared. Vanter was the last to go.
"I'll get you, b!tch. You and your mother!" he screamed, as he was thrown closer to the center. To no avail, he tried to get his wand.
And as soon as the last Death Eater disappeared, the water abruptly stopped. It evaporated, leaving no evidence.
Seconds later, the teachers burst into the Great Hall. As a group decision, we did not tell the teachers what happened. If the teachers had learned of this, Hogwarts may have been closed. And that is a fate worse than that of death.
Toria wrote to her mother after the 'incident', and told her to be careful. She told her mother the story.
Michael also wrote to Mr. Potter, telling him. He offered to stay somewhere else -- he could understand that no one would want to put their family in danger, and that's what the Potters would be in if he was around -- danger. But of course, Mr. Potter would have none of this.
I received a letter from Petunia. She wrote to say that if I came home, that she would make my life a living (you know what). But I am not afraid of her. After what happened, how could I be afraid of my non-magical sister?
But something was bothering me. When Vanter was about to kill Toria, how did the water come in? And how did it develop into a whirlpool? These thoughts running through my head, I settled into an uneasy sleep that night.
In the magnificent four-poster bed, I tossed and turned, strange images appearing to me. It started from the most recent, and went to the past. First, I saw the swirling waters. Then, the cascade of waters pouring from the roof. I saw the flood during that one Transfiguration class. And then, I saw Kiana.
It clicked. I jumped out of bed, hitting my head on the headboard in the process, and ran to Kiana's bed.
"KiKi?" I hissed, not wanting to wake the others up.
Her black hair was a mess, and in the moonlight, Kiana looked a deathly white. She had become incredibly gaunt in the past week, and looked even more so tonight. Black circles were under her eyes, and she looked exhausted. She yawned, and stretched her arms. "What?" she asked, rubbing her eyes blearily.
"Kiana, we must talk. And I mean, now!" I whispered, yanking her out of bed.
I dragged Kiana down the out the portrait hole, and to the secret room we had found earlier this year. "Venustians," I whispered to our guardian, Calista. She, hearing the urgency in my voice, emitted us rather quickly. We walked up the stairs, and reached the main room.
Kiana plopped down on the red velvet couch. I sat on the lime green chair. "What do you want, Lily?" she asked sleepily.
"I know," I whispered softly, looking at the purple shaggy carpet. I wondered why I hadn't realized this before. The signs were in front of me the whole time.
"Did you come all this way to tell me that 'you know'? Lily, what are you talking about?" she asked, closing her eyes, leaning back.
"I know what you are!" I said bravely.
These five words had an instantaneous effect on Kiana. Her eyes shot open, her hand clapped over her mouth. First, surprised, then worried, then sorrow, then anger crossed her dark brown eyes.
"Did you go reading my diary?" she snapped, her eyes flashing dangerously.
I gulped. "No. But I do know. It's obvious."
Her eyes relaxed, but Kiana still looked upset. "I was around nine when I realized it. I have wanted to keep it a secret. I thought that people would think that I'm weird or something…"
"Honey, you are NOT weird," I said softly, "you're just unique."
"I have always loved the water. But when I found out I was an elemental - I was frightened by it. I thought that by coming to Hogwarts, I could escape it. But it keeps catching up to me."
I looked at Kiana, scared, yet brave. "I won't tell anyone," I promised.
Kiana now looked ecstatic. "Oh, Lily! You are the best!" she shouted, throwing he arms around me.
"Let's go back to the Common Room. We are missing our beauty sleep," I said, smiling.
"It's not like we need beauty sleep…" Kiana said happily, running ahead.
I followed her, wondering if I had a gift like that.
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Severus Snape's POV
(A/N: I couldn't forget about the Slytherins now, could I?)
The common room is a damp, dark place. The stone walls were covered with mold. The ground was covered with a plush green carpet. The girls had added silver thingies, like tinsel. There was a big stone fireplace, and a silver fire in it. It did not provide any heat though. Over the fireplace, a tapestry of a silver serpent hung. The walls were a dark forest green, and forest green armchairs were scattered around sporadically.
The common room was never very happy. But now, it was worse.
"I can not believe that Barnette and Vanter didn't croak," said Goyle, a 2nd Year.
"I just can't believe that Dkembvare came, and not Voldemort," said Elaina, sitting next to her brother, Allen, a 3rd Year.
"I can't believe that Dkembvare got turned into the Statue of Liberty!" said Lydia McDougal. She began laughing, but was silenced by a few glares.
I quietly crept out of the common room, to the girls' dorm. I couldn't deal with the rest of them anymore.
I found Noelle lying on her bed, her feet on her pillow, her head by the bottom post. She had her eyes closed, but was bobbing her feet around.
I tiptoed over, and grabbed her waist. Noelle didn't scream, but then again, she never does.
"Hey Sevvie," she said, a hint of sadness in her voice.
I sat down on her bed. "What's wrong, love?" I asked softly.
"Just everything… I mean, people almost died today. If it wasn't for --- well, nevermind."
I wanted to know what she meant, but I knew not to press things when it came to secrets.
"So, Noelle… are you ready for the hols?" I asked lightly.
"What? Having to put up with that awful wretch, Magdalena? Or conceited Luci Jr.? Or how about Big Luci? Or maybe Voldemort? It never ends! I wish I could go somewhere else…"
"Magdalena? She is nice," I said, surprised.
"Sev, she hates me."
"Oh."
"What about you? Ready to begin Death Eater training?"
"What?" I said, my eyes widening.
"Hun," Noelle said, looking impatient, "after Dkembvare botched this up, Voldie is gonna be looking for some new blood. Even if Dkembvare is still in charge, they are recruiting. And aren't the Snapes a prominent pure-blood, Dark Arts family?"
Groaning, I buried my head in my hands. On top of having to deal with my dysfunctional family, now I have to begin training.
"Ah, Sev. Don't get your heart down. Remember, we are going to be the only two non-Death Eater Slytherins. Sure, we have to go through the training, and wait for the right time to reveal our plan, but still… It'll be worth it," she smiled. "Now, shoo. I have to rest now."
I got up and walked towards the door.
"G'night," Noelle called out cheerily.
"Sleep tight! Don't let the bedbugs bite. Actually, on second thought, I hope they eat you alive!" I said, finishing our nighttime ritual.
"G'night Sev," Noelle whispered again.
"Sweet dreams," I said, before walking out.
But I could hear Noelle's voice, saying, "I doubt they'll be sweet."
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James Potter's POV
I had a lot to ponder, as of late. I mean, the Dark Side wanted my brother dead. And for some reason, I had a feeling that we had not seen the last of them.
As the rosy thumbs of Dawn took their colours, sweeping it across the sky, I sat in my secret spot.
I had found a cavern earlier this year. If you went to the 1st Floor, and to the picture of Helga Hufflepuff, you could access an underground cave. This gave led straight to the lake. But there was a glass paneling of some sort, so that you could actually see the lake.
I waved to a Mermaid, as she swam past. Her name was Violetta, and I had met her earlier this year.
I really came here for inspiration. An idea, to help my family out.
I knew that this summer would be one of the most difficult of which I will ever have to meet. Now, I had to protect my baby brother.
I also had to think about Lily Evans. We have always hated each other, but when the whirlpool started in the Great Hall, she had pulled me up. She had saved my life. But yet, when I tried to thank her, she snubbed me. I pondered what she has shoved so far up her bottom that she can't even accept a 'thank you'.
A soft sound echoed throughout the cavern, and surprised, I turned around.
An apparition of some sort was standing before me. It wasn't a pearly-white ghost, but it was somewhat translucent. The man had black hair, as untidy as mine, and bright blue eyes. He stood proud, in regal robes of red velvet and gold. His eyes twinkled, as if he knew the secrets of the universe. Which he probably did, I reminded myself.
"Er… hello," I said, unsure if this was a dream or reality.
"Hello James," said the man. "I have come to bring you news." He transfigured a regal throne, and took a seat. "Difficult times are ahead, for you and your family. I have come forth, to give the advice essential for your survival, and the survival of your loved ones. First, if ever unsure, follow the brightest star that you know. It shall never steer you wrong. Give all a second chance, or you yourself shall not receive one. You shall one day find a flower. But you shall never realize how truly beautiful it is, until it is yours to lose. The bell shall bring you great friendship, in time of great need. The dark shall continue to rise. With the lion, the bird, and the hunter, you can defeat this. Fate shall be an adversary, and bring you great help, when it is needed. If in doubt, follow the brook to its ocean, to find answers. The Water will be there, to defend you when necessary. The snake shall seemingly be one, when actually another. The seer shall help you along your odyssey. The lone wolf can be trusted, no matter how suspicious he may become. But you must never trust the rat, for he shall be your downfall."
"Hold on, could you write that down for me?" I asked the stranger, my head spinning.
Smiling, the man opened his palm, facing it toward the sky, and in a burst of colour, a parchment appeared. The man handed it to me. "Take care, young Potter," he whispered, before disappearing in a dazzling display of white lights.
I put the roll of parchment in my inside pocket, vowing to figure it out.
By now, the waters had turned bright, full of light and colour.
Once again, I heard a soft sound behind me, and I spun around, expecting to see the strange man.
Jules stood in the middle of the path, twirling a strand of her blonde hair. She looked at me, not saying a word.
Sighing, I threw my eyes toward the glass, and Jules took it as a sign to sit down.
We sat in silence for moments, mesmerized by the merpeople swimming about.
Jules inevitably broke the silence, uttering a thought that had etched itself upon my mind.
"It's going to be different from now on, isn't it?"
Years and years later, after Jules had died, I would forever remember these words. In fact, I had them etched upon her gravestone. After all, the world would never be the same…
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"Mr. Potter, would you pay attention?" Minnie asked, as she slapped her hand upon my desk.
"Sorry, I gave my last galleon to Sirius," I muttered absentmindedly. "Besides, I don't know anyone named 'Attention'. Does he attend Hogwarts?"
"Potter, your finals are in a week. We are now doing a review. Therefore, you will fail your final if you do not review."
"Minnie, just give me the test now," I said.
"Mr. Potter, I assure you, you will not be able to pass it," Minnie said haughtily.
I stared into her beady eyes. In a deathly calm voice, I whispered, "Bring it on."
"Have it your way Mr. Potter," she said, seeing the determination and frustration apparent on my face. "Turn the teacup into a tortoise, and back again."
I stood in front of the class, concentration encrypted upon my forehead. Beads of sweat rolled down my neck. Luckily, no one noticed.
I didn't say the spell. Instead, I just did the wand motions. Moments later, in place of my teacup, was a four foot tortoise.
The class gasped, especially Minnie. Waving my wand once again, it turned back into a rather ugly-patterned teacup.
"Mr. Potter, go see Professor Dumbledore. You know the password, I assume?"
I nodded my head, and packed my satchel. Swinging it over my shoulder, I stepped towards the door. "Minnie?" I called out sweetly. "Mark that down as an 'A++'," I said, before shutting the door.
I trudged to the stone gargoyle, which stood guard over the office. "Fizzing Whizbee," I said, giving the gargoyle a kick on my way up. I never did like that thing…
"Good afternoon, Mr. Potter," Professor Dumbledore said cheerily.
"Hi, sir," I said, examining the phoenix. "How's Fawkes?"
"He is doing wonderfully," he answered me.
"You know, one day my kid is going to have a feather from him in his wand," I joked.
"But of course, Mr. Potter. Now, to business. Why are you here?"
"Minnie sent me," I answered shortly.
"It's always either her or Professor Hoffman, isn't it?" said the wise man sitting before me. His eyes twinkled. "Why exactly did she send you?"
"Because I got an A++ on her exam," I said. "And because I didn't have to say the spell for it. I just waved my wand."
"Is that so, Mr. Potter?" Professor Dumbledore mused. "It is to my understanding that you are a very talented student."
I wiped my knuckles on my shirt. "I wouldn't say -talented-, more like, naturally gifted…"
Professor Dumbledore chuckled. "But of course, Mr. Potter. But of course…"
I began to stand up. "So, is that all?"
"Not quite. I was wondering if you would like to join a special class next year, that we will offer."
I sat down, curiously intrigued. "What kind of class?" I asked, staring at a silver whirly-thingamajig.
"This class is offered to students who are above average in all areas of magic, but are simply superb in one particular one. The class you excel in is Transfiguration - "
"And Charms. And Potions. And Defense…"
"Mr. Potter, I was thinking of some other people as well. Your friend Remus is excellent in Defense. And there were some other people I had in mind also… There would be around 3 or 4 per subject, and this class is only opened to Second Years. So, are you interested?"
"Professor," I said brightly, "sign me up!"
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Voldie's POV
I was sitting outside of the lobby, when I heard a familiar voice. I got up, and walked over.
"I need to pick up Vold - er, I mean, Tom Riddle," said the man. I moved closer to get a better look.
It was a familiar face. I ran over to the man, and threw my arms around him. "D!" I shouted. I began rocking back and fourth. "I love you, you love me…"
"Shut up, Voldemort," Dkembvare hissed.
The nurse, who was fairly attractive, looked over my files. 'I guess that would be allright. You just have to sign a few forms…"
Dkembvare pulled his wand out. "Oblivate," he hissed. The nurse got a glassy look on her face. "You have never heard or seen Tom Riddle or Dkembvare. You have been working very hard…"
"Yes. Working hard…" the nurse muttered.
"Incendio," hissed Dkembvare, setting my file on fire.
And with that, we disappeared.
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"I know this place," I muttered.
Dkembvare lit his pipe. "You should. It's your lair…"
Everything clicked. All events of the past month rushed back to me.
I remembered who had put me in that awful place. Muggles.
"Dkembvare," I said, slipping on my black cloak, with silver serpents for buttons. "We shall evoke an evil unto this world, one of which no one has ever seen. Muggles, mudbloods, and muggle-lovers alike will perish. All hell shall break lose, and the furies shall rise to take order. And we shall triumph. We shall triumph."
I looked into the ornate mirror in the corner, the Mirror of Hturt. My eyes gleamed back, red with blood.
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Bella Figg's POV
June disappeared as quickly as it had come. Summer hols were upon the Hogwartians, and were we ready for it!
I would be traveling to America over the summer. My aunt Melinda lives in Los Angeles, and I was eager to visit her.
However, the First Year Girls packed their trunks with heavy hearts, knowing that most of us wouldn't see each other for two whole months.
I walked with Lily to the train. We shared a compartment with Kiana, Toria, James, Sirius, Remus, Thomas, and Michael. Lily and James weren't even fighting, for once.
"So, what are you all doing over hols?" I asked, hoping to lighten the mood.
Sirius looked up. "I'm going to France for two weeks. Those French girls…" he ended with a low wolf whistle.
I wrinkled my nose. "How about you Remus?"
"I think that I might be going to Spain for a while. The plans aren't final yet," he said, carefully placing a card onto of the stack of Exploding Snap cards.
"That sounds like fun."
"Yeah. I hope we can go."
Remus turned to Thomas. "What are you doing, Brooks?"
Thomas looked up from his hand of cards. "I think that I am going to Greece. Mum always wanted to go."
James and Michael looked down, eyes flowing of despair. "What about you two dunderheads?" I asked teasingly.
"We are going to - hey! Who are you calling a dunderhead?" Michael screamed, and he stood up and came after me.
I jumped out of my seat, and began running, dancing out of Michael's grasp. In the process, I accidentally knocked over the card palace, let all the owls loose, and managed to step on James' head.
Eventually Michael caught me, and ticked me unmercifully.
Later, the Food Cart came through. I never knew that Sirius could eat so much. He bought ten of everything, and ate it all! I just bought some chocolate frogs, cauldron cakes, and a few cups of pumpkin juice.
The train pulled into the station that night, at around 9:00.
I hugged Lily, tears streaming down my face. "Now, don't forget to write me. You can always send Hermaphrodite. And you better write loads! Maybe you can come and stay for the last few weeks of the hols…"
"Oh, Bella. I am going to miss you so much!"
We released each other from our death grips. I told Kiana to write me, after all, she might go to America too. And I told Toria that she better come visit.
I gave Sirius and Remus big bear hugs. I made them both swear on Gryffindor's honor to write me. I shook James hand (I would've hugged him, but Jules was giving him a hard time). I hugged Michael and Thomas, bawling hysterically by now.
With a heavy heart (and a heavy trunk), I walked through Platform 9 and 3/4, and into the muggle world. Not before getting a slip saying that magic was prohibited, mind you.
I saw my mom standing by a car. The car wasn't ours. I walked over, lugging my trunk. Eris, my owl, was causing quite a racket.
As I sat down in the magically-expanded car, I stared out the window.
I'll be home in two months.
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A/N: Well, that is the end of Year One. Hopefully, I tied up most loose ends, and all should have been explained, except for what Godric told James. That will be explained though… eventually. I hope you liked this. It's rather short, because I wanted to cover the summer in Year 2. I would like to thank everyone for reviewing:
Rons_Mine, Neferura, Moony's Girl, Hilzarie Potter, bunny chan, Jinskid3, Donna Marie Lewis, Phalanx Dragon, crystal drache, 'a pleasant reader', 'a reader who has been dying for a good piece of fanfiction', Emily Vanchi, gumdrop, Lado's Star, Moonmouse, Fox, ktlm, Davita, pippy182, Chaos Kid, Sean_A_Green, Ayla Pascal, Kitty Kat16, Kim, and purpledoghp. Thank you all!
Year Two is going to be titled: MY2~ The Great Prank War. Be on the lookout for it! In the first chapter, we will see what our favorite (and not so favorite) characters did over their summer holidays. If you suddenly get inspiration for a fantastic prank, email me at Luckie7n13@aol.com
If you have any questions, feel free to ask! And tell me what you think! This was my first attempt at fanfiction, and let me assure you, it can only get better with your help!
That's it for now! Bye!
~Noelle
