"Close your eyes Lola and don't open them until I tell you to," he said. I obediently shut my eyes. He took my hand and led me away. It was awkward walking around with my eyes shut, though I felt safe with him leading me, I always did feel safe with him.
Eventually we stopped. "I'm ready now!" I opened my eyes, which had to adjust to the room. I looked around and my eyes were glued to the shining object on the table.
"Happy Birthday Lola!" he whispered to my ear. I ran over to the gift.
"It really is the Scorpius! (The best broomstick)," I spun around and hugged him. I had always wanted this broomstick, but I never had the money for it! "You shouldn't have spent so much on me!"
"Yes I should! I love you Lola. I would do anything to make you happy!" He smiled that sweet, adorable smile. We embraced again.
"I love you too!"
*
"Andrea's awake!" I shook my head.
"What's going on? Why am I here?" I was in the hospital wing! "Where are Voldemort and Peter Pettigrew?"
"Calm, my dear," Dumbledore came up to the bed and he had a twinkle in his eyes that was strangely relieving. "Everyone is safe and well, Voldemort and Peter have escaped."
"Why? I mean, how come he didn't finish us off?"
"For that answer, you will have to ask Harry." I looked at Harry.
"Well, after you threw yourself to save Hermione, everyone stopped moving. You and Voldemort just looked at one another. And then you fell into some sort of trance and Voldemort just… well, he just left." I thought about it. Questions formed in my mind, though I knew that Harry could answer none of them. But:
"Professor Dumbledore? Who is Lola Venlo?" I caught McGonagall's surprised face. Then back to Dumbledore who cleaned his half moon spectacles and after replacing them onto his nose, looked at me solemnly.
"Miss Venlo was once a student here. But…in her final year she - died."
*
That afternoon I went to visit Ron, who unfortunately was still unconscious. Hermione had stayed by his side all night and day. Whilst being seated by Hermione, my mind was thinking about Lola Venlo and Voldemort. Why was it that I always dreamt of her, even though I had never seen her face before? As for Voldemort, why had he just left? It was a perfect opportunity to crush us all once and for all!
It was late. I couldn't sleep. Too many thoughts were filling my mind. I decided to take a stroll around the castle. I walked, not noting where I was going but I finally stopped outside the library door. I entered.
It was dark so I lit at torch and paced up and down the aisles. It was the first time I'd come to the library. Then a thought hit me. If Lola Venlo was once a student here, I'm sure there would be some record of her! With hope now, I searched each and every bookshelf.
"Hogwarts: Student listings; perfect!" I seated myself at one of the tables and flipped through it. "Venlo - 'V'" Found it!
The passage read:
'Venlo, Lola.
Griffindor house.
Quidditch Team: Chaser
Prefect, Head Girl.
Died age 17.'
On the opposite page there was a photo but it was empty. I waited and waited and waited but the photo remained empty. Soon, I felt drowsiness hit me. I tried to stay awake and without realising it, I fell asleep.
The first rays of sunshine woke me the next morning. I sat up and stretched. I took a glimpse at the book quickly and the photo was no longer empty. There, in the picture, smiling back was a girl. It was Lola Venlo. It was - me!
Eventually we stopped. "I'm ready now!" I opened my eyes, which had to adjust to the room. I looked around and my eyes were glued to the shining object on the table.
"Happy Birthday Lola!" he whispered to my ear. I ran over to the gift.
"It really is the Scorpius! (The best broomstick)," I spun around and hugged him. I had always wanted this broomstick, but I never had the money for it! "You shouldn't have spent so much on me!"
"Yes I should! I love you Lola. I would do anything to make you happy!" He smiled that sweet, adorable smile. We embraced again.
"I love you too!"
*
"Andrea's awake!" I shook my head.
"What's going on? Why am I here?" I was in the hospital wing! "Where are Voldemort and Peter Pettigrew?"
"Calm, my dear," Dumbledore came up to the bed and he had a twinkle in his eyes that was strangely relieving. "Everyone is safe and well, Voldemort and Peter have escaped."
"Why? I mean, how come he didn't finish us off?"
"For that answer, you will have to ask Harry." I looked at Harry.
"Well, after you threw yourself to save Hermione, everyone stopped moving. You and Voldemort just looked at one another. And then you fell into some sort of trance and Voldemort just… well, he just left." I thought about it. Questions formed in my mind, though I knew that Harry could answer none of them. But:
"Professor Dumbledore? Who is Lola Venlo?" I caught McGonagall's surprised face. Then back to Dumbledore who cleaned his half moon spectacles and after replacing them onto his nose, looked at me solemnly.
"Miss Venlo was once a student here. But…in her final year she - died."
*
That afternoon I went to visit Ron, who unfortunately was still unconscious. Hermione had stayed by his side all night and day. Whilst being seated by Hermione, my mind was thinking about Lola Venlo and Voldemort. Why was it that I always dreamt of her, even though I had never seen her face before? As for Voldemort, why had he just left? It was a perfect opportunity to crush us all once and for all!
It was late. I couldn't sleep. Too many thoughts were filling my mind. I decided to take a stroll around the castle. I walked, not noting where I was going but I finally stopped outside the library door. I entered.
It was dark so I lit at torch and paced up and down the aisles. It was the first time I'd come to the library. Then a thought hit me. If Lola Venlo was once a student here, I'm sure there would be some record of her! With hope now, I searched each and every bookshelf.
"Hogwarts: Student listings; perfect!" I seated myself at one of the tables and flipped through it. "Venlo - 'V'" Found it!
The passage read:
'Venlo, Lola.
Griffindor house.
Quidditch Team: Chaser
Prefect, Head Girl.
Died age 17.'
On the opposite page there was a photo but it was empty. I waited and waited and waited but the photo remained empty. Soon, I felt drowsiness hit me. I tried to stay awake and without realising it, I fell asleep.
The first rays of sunshine woke me the next morning. I sat up and stretched. I took a glimpse at the book quickly and the photo was no longer empty. There, in the picture, smiling back was a girl. It was Lola Venlo. It was - me!