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Trinity Ferrell and the Heart of Darkness
First Year at Hogwarts
Chapter Seven- Unexpected Aid
"Professor Dumbledore!" Trinity stammered, blushing deeply with embarassment. "I- I'm so sorry!"
He smiled gently and said, "It's quite alright. No harm done, really. Let me help you up."
He offered her his hand, which she gratefully accepted, and he pulled her to her feet again. She was surprised that the old wizard still had that much strength in him. No wonder Lord Voldemort feared him. Obviously there was a lot more power hidden within the mysterious, well-known wizard. "Where were you headed in such a rush, Trinity?"
She was taken aback that the Headmaster knew her name. "I- I'm not sure, really," Trinity said. "I just needed to get away. A boy- Neville Longbottom- was hurt in Flying Lessons."
"The forest isn't a good place for young girls like yourself, Trinity. As for Mr. Longbottom, do not worry. Madam Pomfrey will heal all of his wounds in no time. You do seem like you could use some time away, though. I know what will help you. Please, follow me," Dumbledore led her back into Hogwarts, then into his office, which was hidden behind a gigantic statue.
She stared in awe at all the magical objects in his office, most of all a stunning red bird in a golden cage beside his desk. "This is Fawkes, my phoenix and loyal friend," Dumbledore smiled, taking note of her observations. "Truly a wonderful and magnificent bird. Would you care for a cup of hot chocolate? Or perhaps a bit of something to eat?"
Trinity suddenly became aware of the hunger gnawing at her stomach. After all, she hadn't eaten a single thing that day, her nerves all jumbled up because of the first Flying Lesson. "Yes, please," she said politely, and he ushered her to sit in front of his desk.
Not even a moment later, Dumbledore conjured up a small plate of tea sandwiches and tiny pastries, along with two steaming mugs filled with hot chocolate. After eating a few sandwiches and gulping down a few sips of hot cocoa, Trinity felt much better.
"Now, you may wonder why I have brought you here, Trinity," Professor Dumbledore began, his eyes twinkling. "It has been brought to my attention that you possess a special talent. Would you like to discuss it?"
She hesitated, fearing that being a psychic wasn't allowed at Hogwarts. Maybe she'd be expelled, and she hated to even think about returning to the Muggle school. She knew, somehow, that Dumbledore could read her mind even better than she could ever read his, and so she answered truthfully. "I was born a psychic," she admitted. "I've been able to predict things since I could speak, and each of my predictions have been true."
"Extraordinary," Dumbledore said, smiling.
His reaction wasn't what she had brought herself to think, and she was greatly relieved. "But for some reason, I have never really been able to focus or concentrate on my Divination. So I just pass out, and when I do I dream what I am saying out loud, but I can't stop my visions from coming, and I can't just summon them up any time either," Trinity added.
"Amazing," Dumbledore stroked his beard thoughtfully. "There hasn't been a natural psychic here at Hogwarts in years. Do not fear, Trinity, this is not a bad thing. In fact, it is a wonderful Gift that only a handful of witches and wizards truly possess, and only a few of them can control their psychic powers. I brought you here today to offer you something special, Trinity. How would you like to learn how to control your talent? You won't pass out suddenly anymore, and you'll be able to easily control your visions consciously."
"Really?!" Trinity's eyes went big and she grinned. "I'll be able to control it?!"
"Yes," Dumbledore smiled. "It will only take a small sacrifice on your part, however. Professor Trelawney, our Divination teacher, can meet with you one-on-one Saturday mornings, after breakfast. If you can spare that time, then I'll arrange a meeting for you and her at that time. She is very excited to meet you, Trinity. Would you like to take the time to do this?"
She was so escatic about finally being able to control her Divination that she thought Dumbledore's last question was ludicrus. That was like asking if Celeste wanted a Nimbus 2000. "Yes, please, Professor Dumbledore!" Trinity squealed with delight. "There is nothing I'd rather want!"
He smiled, sipped his hot chocolate, then set down his mug again. "Then it is settled. You shall meet with Professor Trelawney this Saturday. Your older sister will be able to show you where the Divination classroom is, so I'll let her know she'll be expecting you. Right after breakfast, head up to her room. I wish you luck."
Trinity could have leapt up and hugged Dumbledore she was so happy. "Oh thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to me," she beamed.
"You are dismissed now," he said with a smile, leading her back out of his office. "I believe your friends may be wondering where you've gone off to by now. I hope you'll see me again sometime and tell me of your progress. Stop by again anytime, I'm always able to lend an ear."
"I will, I promise. Good bye, and thank you again," Trinity waved to him, and he smiled and waved back as the statue returned to its place, hiding the path to his office again.
She headed off to find Howie, and could barely wait to tell him what happened.
The buzz around the Gryffindor dinner table that night was all about Harry Potter becoming the youngest Seeker in a century, but Trinity was too elated about her own turn of events to hear half of what was going on around the table. She wanted to tell Celeste, but she was talking with the other Gryffindor Quidditch players about their new Seeker.
She told Hermione, Parvati, and Lavender, and they all seemed excited about it. "You're a psychic? That is SO cool!" Parvati exclaimed. "I've always had an interest in palm readings and things like that."
"Yeah I can hardly wait until we have Divination, but it's in our third year," Lavender sighed.
"I wish I could take another class," Hermione stated with a sigh. "You're so lucky. I want to know everything about being a witch, it's all so fascinating."
Parvati gasped. "Hermione, are you insane?!"
"Aren't the classes we have enough for you?!" Lavender asked, just as surprised as Parvati.
"Well, to be honest, these classes are so basic, even if they are fascinating, it's all text book work really. I just don't feel... challenged," Hermione said.
Just then Draco waltzed over to the Gryffindor table, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. He flashed Trinity a quick grin then went over to torment Harry and Ron.
Paravati and Lavender watched him pass, and turned to Trinity, smirking and giggling.
"Ooh so THAT is who your boyfriend is," Lavender teased.
"He's such a stuck-up Slytherin, even if he is a little cute," Parvati said. "I thought your type was Ravenclaw and sweet, Trin."
"He's... just a friend. Draco's father is friends with my father, so we've known eachother for a long time," Trinity explained, blushing furiously at their accusation.
"Well, it looks like he's sweet on you, that's for sure," Lavender said.
"I'd be careful if I was you, Trin," Parvati's tone suddenly snapped to a serious whisper. "His father- Lucius Malfoy- he was a Death Eater, you know."
"Mr. Malfoy... one of Voldemort's followers?" This was a new development to Trinity.
Parvati and Lavender gasped in unison. "Don't say his name out loud!" Lavender hissed.
"Sorry," Trinity apologized.
She suddenly wondered why she hadn't heard about Lord Voldemort before. In fact, her parents had told her everything about the wizarding world, but never before had they mentioned anything about Harry Potter, Voldemort, and the Deatheaters.
She decided that the only way to find out more on Voldemort was to take Hermione's advice- and go to the school library to do a bit of research.
~ To be continued...
Trinity Ferrell and the Heart of Darkness
First Year at Hogwarts
Chapter Seven- Unexpected Aid
"Professor Dumbledore!" Trinity stammered, blushing deeply with embarassment. "I- I'm so sorry!"
He smiled gently and said, "It's quite alright. No harm done, really. Let me help you up."
He offered her his hand, which she gratefully accepted, and he pulled her to her feet again. She was surprised that the old wizard still had that much strength in him. No wonder Lord Voldemort feared him. Obviously there was a lot more power hidden within the mysterious, well-known wizard. "Where were you headed in such a rush, Trinity?"
She was taken aback that the Headmaster knew her name. "I- I'm not sure, really," Trinity said. "I just needed to get away. A boy- Neville Longbottom- was hurt in Flying Lessons."
"The forest isn't a good place for young girls like yourself, Trinity. As for Mr. Longbottom, do not worry. Madam Pomfrey will heal all of his wounds in no time. You do seem like you could use some time away, though. I know what will help you. Please, follow me," Dumbledore led her back into Hogwarts, then into his office, which was hidden behind a gigantic statue.
She stared in awe at all the magical objects in his office, most of all a stunning red bird in a golden cage beside his desk. "This is Fawkes, my phoenix and loyal friend," Dumbledore smiled, taking note of her observations. "Truly a wonderful and magnificent bird. Would you care for a cup of hot chocolate? Or perhaps a bit of something to eat?"
Trinity suddenly became aware of the hunger gnawing at her stomach. After all, she hadn't eaten a single thing that day, her nerves all jumbled up because of the first Flying Lesson. "Yes, please," she said politely, and he ushered her to sit in front of his desk.
Not even a moment later, Dumbledore conjured up a small plate of tea sandwiches and tiny pastries, along with two steaming mugs filled with hot chocolate. After eating a few sandwiches and gulping down a few sips of hot cocoa, Trinity felt much better.
"Now, you may wonder why I have brought you here, Trinity," Professor Dumbledore began, his eyes twinkling. "It has been brought to my attention that you possess a special talent. Would you like to discuss it?"
She hesitated, fearing that being a psychic wasn't allowed at Hogwarts. Maybe she'd be expelled, and she hated to even think about returning to the Muggle school. She knew, somehow, that Dumbledore could read her mind even better than she could ever read his, and so she answered truthfully. "I was born a psychic," she admitted. "I've been able to predict things since I could speak, and each of my predictions have been true."
"Extraordinary," Dumbledore said, smiling.
His reaction wasn't what she had brought herself to think, and she was greatly relieved. "But for some reason, I have never really been able to focus or concentrate on my Divination. So I just pass out, and when I do I dream what I am saying out loud, but I can't stop my visions from coming, and I can't just summon them up any time either," Trinity added.
"Amazing," Dumbledore stroked his beard thoughtfully. "There hasn't been a natural psychic here at Hogwarts in years. Do not fear, Trinity, this is not a bad thing. In fact, it is a wonderful Gift that only a handful of witches and wizards truly possess, and only a few of them can control their psychic powers. I brought you here today to offer you something special, Trinity. How would you like to learn how to control your talent? You won't pass out suddenly anymore, and you'll be able to easily control your visions consciously."
"Really?!" Trinity's eyes went big and she grinned. "I'll be able to control it?!"
"Yes," Dumbledore smiled. "It will only take a small sacrifice on your part, however. Professor Trelawney, our Divination teacher, can meet with you one-on-one Saturday mornings, after breakfast. If you can spare that time, then I'll arrange a meeting for you and her at that time. She is very excited to meet you, Trinity. Would you like to take the time to do this?"
She was so escatic about finally being able to control her Divination that she thought Dumbledore's last question was ludicrus. That was like asking if Celeste wanted a Nimbus 2000. "Yes, please, Professor Dumbledore!" Trinity squealed with delight. "There is nothing I'd rather want!"
He smiled, sipped his hot chocolate, then set down his mug again. "Then it is settled. You shall meet with Professor Trelawney this Saturday. Your older sister will be able to show you where the Divination classroom is, so I'll let her know she'll be expecting you. Right after breakfast, head up to her room. I wish you luck."
Trinity could have leapt up and hugged Dumbledore she was so happy. "Oh thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to me," she beamed.
"You are dismissed now," he said with a smile, leading her back out of his office. "I believe your friends may be wondering where you've gone off to by now. I hope you'll see me again sometime and tell me of your progress. Stop by again anytime, I'm always able to lend an ear."
"I will, I promise. Good bye, and thank you again," Trinity waved to him, and he smiled and waved back as the statue returned to its place, hiding the path to his office again.
She headed off to find Howie, and could barely wait to tell him what happened.
The buzz around the Gryffindor dinner table that night was all about Harry Potter becoming the youngest Seeker in a century, but Trinity was too elated about her own turn of events to hear half of what was going on around the table. She wanted to tell Celeste, but she was talking with the other Gryffindor Quidditch players about their new Seeker.
She told Hermione, Parvati, and Lavender, and they all seemed excited about it. "You're a psychic? That is SO cool!" Parvati exclaimed. "I've always had an interest in palm readings and things like that."
"Yeah I can hardly wait until we have Divination, but it's in our third year," Lavender sighed.
"I wish I could take another class," Hermione stated with a sigh. "You're so lucky. I want to know everything about being a witch, it's all so fascinating."
Parvati gasped. "Hermione, are you insane?!"
"Aren't the classes we have enough for you?!" Lavender asked, just as surprised as Parvati.
"Well, to be honest, these classes are so basic, even if they are fascinating, it's all text book work really. I just don't feel... challenged," Hermione said.
Just then Draco waltzed over to the Gryffindor table, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. He flashed Trinity a quick grin then went over to torment Harry and Ron.
Paravati and Lavender watched him pass, and turned to Trinity, smirking and giggling.
"Ooh so THAT is who your boyfriend is," Lavender teased.
"He's such a stuck-up Slytherin, even if he is a little cute," Parvati said. "I thought your type was Ravenclaw and sweet, Trin."
"He's... just a friend. Draco's father is friends with my father, so we've known eachother for a long time," Trinity explained, blushing furiously at their accusation.
"Well, it looks like he's sweet on you, that's for sure," Lavender said.
"I'd be careful if I was you, Trin," Parvati's tone suddenly snapped to a serious whisper. "His father- Lucius Malfoy- he was a Death Eater, you know."
"Mr. Malfoy... one of Voldemort's followers?" This was a new development to Trinity.
Parvati and Lavender gasped in unison. "Don't say his name out loud!" Lavender hissed.
"Sorry," Trinity apologized.
She suddenly wondered why she hadn't heard about Lord Voldemort before. In fact, her parents had told her everything about the wizarding world, but never before had they mentioned anything about Harry Potter, Voldemort, and the Deatheaters.
She decided that the only way to find out more on Voldemort was to take Hermione's advice- and go to the school library to do a bit of research.
~ To be continued...