'Monday at last,' I think as I pull myself out of bed. Pansy is,
thankfully, already down in the Great Hall. It seems that she and Draco
have made up, which I don't believe is true. It won't be very much longer
before she realizes this. Again. My mind drifts back to the dream I had
on Saturday morning. I had woken up only about ten minutes after I had
fallen asleep, but I felt fully rejuvenated. I still can't remember any
part of the dream except for a high-pitched wailing, but I think that's
just been imprinted on my mind by Pansy.
I absentmindedly pull on my robes, brush my hair, and pull it back into a messy bun. As I am putting on some lip gloss, I check my eyes to make sure they're green. I grab my wand, remembering the notice. I go down to the common room. Once again, I see nobody that I care to talk to. I head to the Great Hall and I enter it just as the owls are coming. Today I sit next to a fourth year that seems very interested in the girl next to him. On my other side is the Bloody Baron.
Jasper lands in front of me as soon as I sit down. I hurriedly pour some oatmeal and grab a piece of toast for him. Then I notice the markings around his eyes. "You're not Jasper!" I say, stunned. The snowy owl shakes its leg at me, indicating a letter. On the envelope, it says, 'Jewel'. I take the letter off and the owl flies away. I open the envelope and read,
'Dearest Jewel,
I know that this may come as a bit of a shock to you, but the man you call father is not. He is not true to you, and neither is your so- called mother. I had to leave you with them and use a memory charm so they would think you were theirs. You probably won't believe me, but please, consider what I'm saying to be the truth. Think about what I'm saying and see if it makes sense. I must go now, Jewel, but promise me you won't discard this letter, and please, try to forgive me. Goodbye for now,
Your real father.'
As I was reading, Jasper had landed in front of me. He was eating my oatmeal and toast. He's swept from my mind as I look at the parchment again and see a purple glow being reflected from it. 'Crap,' I think. I go to dig my sunglasses out of my bag, but they're not there. "I left them in the dormitory," I silently moan. I quickly take the letter off of Jasper and hold it up to my eyes. It says, 'Jewel, hope you are well. Your mother and I are back in England, with all of our things. The way things are looking, I don't think that we're going back to America for a long time. I have to go unpack now. Love, Dad.'
This time, the parchment is reflecting lavender. I turn back to Jasper and take the new edition of The Daily Prophet. I scan through it. I see an article that catches my eye. It says:
1 He-who-must-not-be-named, back again
Reports have shown that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is once again at large. Last year, Harry Potter said that when he and Cedric Diggory touched the Triwizard Tournament Cup, it was, in fact, a portkey. He states that he was transported to a graveyard where 'some very strange, gruesome, and unbelievable events took place. V-------- was there, and so was Peter Pettigrew, who performed a spell that gave the Dark Lord a new body. The Dark Lord pressed Peter's Death Eater symbol, which then turned black, and Death Eaters started appearing.' He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named seems to be gaining more power every day. It is proven that he is the person who killed Bertha Jorkins. He has also committed six more murders this week; names have not yet been released.
I can tell my eyes were finally back to green, there is a very faint green glow being reflected by the paper. I stroke Jasper for a few minutes as I eat my toast and oatmeal, and as I drink my orange juice. Finally, I hear the bell ring.
I absentmindedly pull on my robes, brush my hair, and pull it back into a messy bun. As I am putting on some lip gloss, I check my eyes to make sure they're green. I grab my wand, remembering the notice. I go down to the common room. Once again, I see nobody that I care to talk to. I head to the Great Hall and I enter it just as the owls are coming. Today I sit next to a fourth year that seems very interested in the girl next to him. On my other side is the Bloody Baron.
Jasper lands in front of me as soon as I sit down. I hurriedly pour some oatmeal and grab a piece of toast for him. Then I notice the markings around his eyes. "You're not Jasper!" I say, stunned. The snowy owl shakes its leg at me, indicating a letter. On the envelope, it says, 'Jewel'. I take the letter off and the owl flies away. I open the envelope and read,
'Dearest Jewel,
I know that this may come as a bit of a shock to you, but the man you call father is not. He is not true to you, and neither is your so- called mother. I had to leave you with them and use a memory charm so they would think you were theirs. You probably won't believe me, but please, consider what I'm saying to be the truth. Think about what I'm saying and see if it makes sense. I must go now, Jewel, but promise me you won't discard this letter, and please, try to forgive me. Goodbye for now,
Your real father.'
As I was reading, Jasper had landed in front of me. He was eating my oatmeal and toast. He's swept from my mind as I look at the parchment again and see a purple glow being reflected from it. 'Crap,' I think. I go to dig my sunglasses out of my bag, but they're not there. "I left them in the dormitory," I silently moan. I quickly take the letter off of Jasper and hold it up to my eyes. It says, 'Jewel, hope you are well. Your mother and I are back in England, with all of our things. The way things are looking, I don't think that we're going back to America for a long time. I have to go unpack now. Love, Dad.'
This time, the parchment is reflecting lavender. I turn back to Jasper and take the new edition of The Daily Prophet. I scan through it. I see an article that catches my eye. It says:
1 He-who-must-not-be-named, back again
Reports have shown that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is once again at large. Last year, Harry Potter said that when he and Cedric Diggory touched the Triwizard Tournament Cup, it was, in fact, a portkey. He states that he was transported to a graveyard where 'some very strange, gruesome, and unbelievable events took place. V-------- was there, and so was Peter Pettigrew, who performed a spell that gave the Dark Lord a new body. The Dark Lord pressed Peter's Death Eater symbol, which then turned black, and Death Eaters started appearing.' He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named seems to be gaining more power every day. It is proven that he is the person who killed Bertha Jorkins. He has also committed six more murders this week; names have not yet been released.
I can tell my eyes were finally back to green, there is a very faint green glow being reflected by the paper. I stroke Jasper for a few minutes as I eat my toast and oatmeal, and as I drink my orange juice. Finally, I hear the bell ring.