Disclaimer: Any of the characters who you recognise belong to JK Rowling, not me. I own all the characters who do not appear in Harry Potter books, like Melisande, Gotchyn, etc.
Chapter Four
It turned out that Melisande was, in fact, to put it simply, a whiz. In every subject, she knew the right answers, the right spells, the right pronunciation - everything was perfect, and you didn't need to be an aurora to tell that Hermione was brooding. She wasn't used to having someone as good as her, and especially when that person was beautiful and capturing the attention of Harry. Melisande and Harry were becoming very close friends - on the weekends they would go to Hogsmeade together, they would sit together at dinner and in class and, to put it simply, Hermione and Ginny were getting sick of it. They weren't the only ones.
Ron had noticed the change in Harry's behavior - he was not really thinking about adventure or doing any of the fun things they used to get up to. He had really changed and Ron was worried.
"It's that girl," Hermione hissed to him later. Ginny nodded. The three of them were sitting in the Gryffindor lounge room. Harry and Melisande had gone off to the library to do some extra studying.
"She's strange, that's what it is. I bet there's something fishy going on."
Ron huffed. "It's just cause she's gorgeous. You two are jealous."
Ginny looked disgusted. "No, it's not. Don't you see the way he's infatuated with her? I'm sure she's put a spell on him or something."
"Look, he's obviously in love with her. I don't see why that's so strange." Ron started to look grumpy. "Although, I wish he'd spend more time with us. I mean, we were here long before she was. We fought You-Know-Who with him and if he's just forgotten that, I'll be...."
At that moment the door opened and Harry and Melisande entered, laughing and carrying big piles of books. Melisande kissed him quickly on the cheek before heading off to her room. Harry turned bright red and came to sit next to Ginny.
"How are you all today?" he asked airily, putting the books down on the table.
In response, he got glares from everyone. "Wow," he exclaimed, putting up his hands palms outwards. "What did I do?"
"As if you didn't know," Ginny huffed, folding her arms across her chest.
"Yeah," Hermione added. "You're always with Melisande, it makes me sick. She's..."
Harry stood up, his eyes blazing. "Don't you criticize Melisande in front of me. She's pretty, clever and frankly I..."
"Harry!" Ron shouted. "She's brainwashing you! There's something strange about her! Didn't you see her blow up the Sorting Hat?"
"That was an accident!" Harry shouted back. "That hat was old anyway!"
Ron stood up. "Harry, you've got to be careful! She..."
"You're just jealous cause I'm spending more time with her than I am with you! She's interesting, she..."
"Oh and we're not?" Hermione added shrilly, leaping up from the table.
"What's gotten into you, Harry? You used to be so nice!" Ron shouted.
Harry's eyes flashed. He plunged his hand into his robes and pulled out his wand, pointing it straight at Ron. Ginny squeaked and covered her eyes.
Hermione gasped.
"Harry! What do you think you're doing? Ron's your friend! Stop it!"
Harry raised his arm and glared at Ron, who was quivering with fright. He'd seen Harry like this before, this mad, but never at him. Suddenly, Harry's arm dropped to his side and he blinked a few times.
"God, I'm...I'm sorry, Ron. Hermione, Ginny....I'm....sorry," he murmured, looking dazed. "I...I'm going to go to bed. I'm....I'm sorry..." And with that, he left without looking anyone in the eye. There was a stunned silence. Hermione broke it, whispering, "Wow...That...that was scary..."
Ginny nodded in agreement and stared at the door that Harry had just shut behind him. She blinked back tears. Something was going on, and they had to find out, before something worse happened. Something much worse.
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"Something is going on, Minerva, and I don't know what." Professor Dumbledore stood by his desk, gently stroking Fawkes, his Phoenix. He turned on his heel and sat down on his chair. He picked up a piece of parchment from his desk and handed it to Professor McGonagall.
"I received an owl from the Ministry of Magic. There have been numerous reports of Dark Art activity and only yesterday a Dark Mark was hovering over Azkaban. Now you know as well as I do, that prisoners in Azkaban cannot do magic. Therefore there is someone on the outside who is intent on scaring the population of the wizarding world into thinking that Voldemort may rise again."
Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "I knew this would happen." She opened her eyes and looked at Dumbledore. "Could it be? Has he risen? There are enough Death Eaters to support him. If..."
"Minerva, I don't know. But I do know that it has something to do with Gotchyn."
Professor McGonagall looked confused. "Gotchyn? What has it to do with her? I thought she was..."
Dumbledore smiled painfully. "She is alive, but dying. Her heart will cease to beat very soon. Her family has had the power of Supremacy over the wizarding world for over three thousand years, but the time has come for it to end. She has no heir, which means the next powerful witches and wizards will compete for the title."
"But what if...the Gotchyn family have always been good and just. What if a dark art family should..." Professor McGonagall looked extremely worried.
Dumbledore sighed heavily. "The wizarding world as we know it will cease to exist and all our lives will be in danger."
"Albus, do you know who the heirs are? Are they in danger?"
Dumbledore slowly rose from his desk and nodded. "Yes, Minerva, I know. The heirs of Gotchyn are Zalibethe, Harry Potter, myself...and Lord Voldemort."
Chapter Four
It turned out that Melisande was, in fact, to put it simply, a whiz. In every subject, she knew the right answers, the right spells, the right pronunciation - everything was perfect, and you didn't need to be an aurora to tell that Hermione was brooding. She wasn't used to having someone as good as her, and especially when that person was beautiful and capturing the attention of Harry. Melisande and Harry were becoming very close friends - on the weekends they would go to Hogsmeade together, they would sit together at dinner and in class and, to put it simply, Hermione and Ginny were getting sick of it. They weren't the only ones.
Ron had noticed the change in Harry's behavior - he was not really thinking about adventure or doing any of the fun things they used to get up to. He had really changed and Ron was worried.
"It's that girl," Hermione hissed to him later. Ginny nodded. The three of them were sitting in the Gryffindor lounge room. Harry and Melisande had gone off to the library to do some extra studying.
"She's strange, that's what it is. I bet there's something fishy going on."
Ron huffed. "It's just cause she's gorgeous. You two are jealous."
Ginny looked disgusted. "No, it's not. Don't you see the way he's infatuated with her? I'm sure she's put a spell on him or something."
"Look, he's obviously in love with her. I don't see why that's so strange." Ron started to look grumpy. "Although, I wish he'd spend more time with us. I mean, we were here long before she was. We fought You-Know-Who with him and if he's just forgotten that, I'll be...."
At that moment the door opened and Harry and Melisande entered, laughing and carrying big piles of books. Melisande kissed him quickly on the cheek before heading off to her room. Harry turned bright red and came to sit next to Ginny.
"How are you all today?" he asked airily, putting the books down on the table.
In response, he got glares from everyone. "Wow," he exclaimed, putting up his hands palms outwards. "What did I do?"
"As if you didn't know," Ginny huffed, folding her arms across her chest.
"Yeah," Hermione added. "You're always with Melisande, it makes me sick. She's..."
Harry stood up, his eyes blazing. "Don't you criticize Melisande in front of me. She's pretty, clever and frankly I..."
"Harry!" Ron shouted. "She's brainwashing you! There's something strange about her! Didn't you see her blow up the Sorting Hat?"
"That was an accident!" Harry shouted back. "That hat was old anyway!"
Ron stood up. "Harry, you've got to be careful! She..."
"You're just jealous cause I'm spending more time with her than I am with you! She's interesting, she..."
"Oh and we're not?" Hermione added shrilly, leaping up from the table.
"What's gotten into you, Harry? You used to be so nice!" Ron shouted.
Harry's eyes flashed. He plunged his hand into his robes and pulled out his wand, pointing it straight at Ron. Ginny squeaked and covered her eyes.
Hermione gasped.
"Harry! What do you think you're doing? Ron's your friend! Stop it!"
Harry raised his arm and glared at Ron, who was quivering with fright. He'd seen Harry like this before, this mad, but never at him. Suddenly, Harry's arm dropped to his side and he blinked a few times.
"God, I'm...I'm sorry, Ron. Hermione, Ginny....I'm....sorry," he murmured, looking dazed. "I...I'm going to go to bed. I'm....I'm sorry..." And with that, he left without looking anyone in the eye. There was a stunned silence. Hermione broke it, whispering, "Wow...That...that was scary..."
Ginny nodded in agreement and stared at the door that Harry had just shut behind him. She blinked back tears. Something was going on, and they had to find out, before something worse happened. Something much worse.
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"Something is going on, Minerva, and I don't know what." Professor Dumbledore stood by his desk, gently stroking Fawkes, his Phoenix. He turned on his heel and sat down on his chair. He picked up a piece of parchment from his desk and handed it to Professor McGonagall.
"I received an owl from the Ministry of Magic. There have been numerous reports of Dark Art activity and only yesterday a Dark Mark was hovering over Azkaban. Now you know as well as I do, that prisoners in Azkaban cannot do magic. Therefore there is someone on the outside who is intent on scaring the population of the wizarding world into thinking that Voldemort may rise again."
Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "I knew this would happen." She opened her eyes and looked at Dumbledore. "Could it be? Has he risen? There are enough Death Eaters to support him. If..."
"Minerva, I don't know. But I do know that it has something to do with Gotchyn."
Professor McGonagall looked confused. "Gotchyn? What has it to do with her? I thought she was..."
Dumbledore smiled painfully. "She is alive, but dying. Her heart will cease to beat very soon. Her family has had the power of Supremacy over the wizarding world for over three thousand years, but the time has come for it to end. She has no heir, which means the next powerful witches and wizards will compete for the title."
"But what if...the Gotchyn family have always been good and just. What if a dark art family should..." Professor McGonagall looked extremely worried.
Dumbledore sighed heavily. "The wizarding world as we know it will cease to exist and all our lives will be in danger."
"Albus, do you know who the heirs are? Are they in danger?"
Dumbledore slowly rose from his desk and nodded. "Yes, Minerva, I know. The heirs of Gotchyn are Zalibethe, Harry Potter, myself...and Lord Voldemort."