Harry awoke just a little, and decided it was much better to lie back down.
Every particle of his being was either sore, bruised, or just plain broken.
He felt like he would never move again. He wished the wolves had killed
him. The wolves! Where were they? Why didn't he feel the grip of their jaws
on his throat? What had protected him from being eaten? Now Harry's eyes
flew open, and he sat up in alarm. But it wasn't the forest that
materialized before him; it was the comfortable picture of the Hospital
Wing.
When Candice woke up, she could do nothing but sigh. She hadn't been ready. It wasn't more curses she needed; it was more common sense. Stupid stupid! Candice thought. She had to be really dumb, to go into the forest on the night of the full moon. Tears streamed silently down Candice's cheeks. She had already heard Dumbledore's disciplinary speech; she had already been told she must except this new life, and she disagreed. But that wasn't Dumbledore's way. He was capable of agreeing to disagree, as long as things still went his way. A wise man, surely, but too dependent on himself. She was in need of healing, an art which she now deemed necessary to master herself. She had managed to stun some of the remaining wolves, and when they realized they were beaten, the last four or five fled. Candice had summoned Harry's broom, her trunk, and Harry. Harry had proposed a problem. How was she to get him back to Hogwarts? The answer was her trunk. If she left it open, Harry could comfortably rest on top of her folded wardrobe. The wolves had finished any food that had been in there. So Candice just performed a hover charm and spent minutes trying to wrestle Harry into the trunk. She then used his broom for support to get out of the forbidden forest. She didn't know how to fly, but she wasn't so dumb that she couldn't pull one leg over the broom and hold on. She was probably doing it all wrong, but she didn't care. All that mattered was getting out of the forest. She managed to sort of fly the broom, leaning forward a little to make it go, she almost had an accident when she tried to heighten the broom so as not to disturb her crushed leg. Well, she had gotten to the end of the forest, knocked on the giant's cabin door, and passed out. Madam Pomfrey had been working on both she and Harry all night, if you couldn't counteract the werewolf's bite in the first few hours, you were a werewolf for life. Only after she had managed that did Madam Pomfrey fix Candice and Harry's broken bones, then cuts then bruises. Now they had been ordered to rest for a day or so, as they recovered from being stuffed with potions every hour. Every muscle in Candice's body ached, and she wished Harry hadn't gotten involved. It was true she probably owed him her life, and he owed her the same, but she didn't want help. She might need it, but she didn't want it. She wanted to beat the teachers on her own. Candice wondered again if she should tell Harry they were cousins. No, let him figure that out on his own. He was pretty bright, but Candice found him slightly headstrong. He jumped to conclusions too quickly. It would be the challenge he wanted her to give him, finding out what she knew about him that he didn't. Candice sighed. Weeks of preparing, and she failed. No one was stupid enough to journey into the forest on the night werewolves existed. Candice shook her head. This would take more planning than she had suspected. What if the Forbidden Forest went on for so many miles it would take her more than a month to get through? Where exactly was the nearest muggle town? Candice needed to know exactly where she was going, instead of randomly running off. She also needed to get there faster. Maybe if she did, Candice could just enroll in dance classes there and continue to go to Hogwarts. To move faster, Candice needed to fly.
Harry recovered, a bit embarrassed about Candice saving his life. It had occurred to him for the first time in the forest that she was much younger than he was. She probably had skipped a grade, knowing or unknowing; she had to be almost a full year younger than he was. So it seemed correct when Candice approached him the next day after classes ended.
"Harry, will you teach me to fly?" She had asked, very plainly and up front.
"Um. er. won't the teachers get mad?" He asked, complimented, but a little taken aback. Candice laughed, and smiled at him, a twinkle in her eye.
"Not if they don't know about it." She replied, giving him puppy dog eyes. Harry laughed; she was actually being friendly!
"Well I don't know, are you going to tell me how you plan to learn to fly without the teachers noticing?" Harry smiled. Candice rolled her eyes.
"Oh come on, it's me, remember? I've got a teacher-proof plan!" Candice spun on her heel, beckoned to Harry, then strolled out the door. Harry looked at Hermione and Ron's rather stunned faces, then laughed.
"If you'll excuse me, I have to teach Genius over there how to fly, catch you guys at dinner!" Harry jogged down the hall after Candice.
Harry was pretty surprised when she led him right onto the Quidditch field.
"Oh Candice, come on, any teacher can look outside and see us here!" Harry said. He couldn't believe she had chosen the Quidditch field, what was she thinking?
"You're very funny," Candice said sarcastically, "now go get a school broom while I get this spell going." Candice began to walk around the field in a sort of trance, a soft dust falling behind her as she walked. Harry shrugged, and went to get a school broom. When he came back, Candice was not on the Quidditch field. Harry frowned and walked onto it, looking around for some sign of her. As soon as he stepped on the field, she materialized before him. Harry jumped.
"It's called a circle of invisibility. It hides every moving thing from view. Unfortunately, we can't yell, everyone can still hear us." Candice said, smiling at Harry's stunned expression. Harry blinked, and passed Candice a broom.
Candice was a good student. She learned very quickly, and by the end of the first practice, she could control the broom pretty well in direction and speed. Harry gave Candice flying lessons all week, after the first day Ron showed up on his Golden Arrow and helped. By the end of the week, Candice knew how to fly a broom.
Now for a broom of my own! Candice thought as she scrolled through the broomstick section of the internet. I need one that can go pretty fast, she thought, and decided to order the newest nimbus brand, Nimbus 2002. It wasn't as good as Harry's Firebolt, but it was fast enough for Candice. Candice wrote down that the broomstick be taken to Hermione, she couldn't be seen with a broomstick herself. She hoped Hermione wouldn't mind.
Candice had not made an attempt to escape from Hogwarts in exactly three weeks. All she had accomplished during this week was a whole lot of studying. She seemed to study everything. Just a few of the books she had checked out were: Aerobatics: Advanced Tricks on Broomstick, Medicine: The Art of Magical Healing, Magical Martial Arts, a Guide to Self-Defense. She also continued to study history, mostly about ancient wars and famous military witches or wizards. Every book she checked out in the library suddenly sprouted a very long waiting list, usually with Hermione and Harry at the top. The whole school was in awe of Candice; she represented the person everyone secretly wished they could be. This outer mask of Candice's only came down in the presence of Harry, Hermione and Ron. She and Hermione were best friends, they did everything together. They really understood each other, and soon became almost inseparable. Harry became a little like Candice's older brother. He liked her; she was funny, in a droll sort of way. He often felt compelled to look after her, and the two were very affectionate towards each other, in a brother/sister fashion. Ron seemed to have fallen completely for the pretty magician, and followed her around like a puppy dog. Hermione and Harry found this incredibly amusing, and Candice herself would only blush and flirt shyly with the love-struck boy. As Harry and Hermione struggled to emulate Candice's unbeatable brilliance, Candice herself was becoming frustrated. Magic interested her greatly, and she never grew bored in class. It was just, well, the library wasn't very useful, and the books for mind magicians Candice had decoded were rather useless. Candice had a plan to put into play, and she needed to know how a mind magician became an animagus. Her answer did not come until one night in the Gryffindor common room, in the middle of playing a very exciting game of chess with Ron.
".. so to show how a centaur talks, Hagrid had Ronan take each one of us out of sight from the rest of the class, and tell us something special. Each saying is supposed to be unique to the person Ronan said it to, but some of them were so vague they could apply to anybody, anyway, the assignment was to decode what the centaur has to tell you. I think Hagrid meant it as an impossible assignment!" Harry ended, smiling down on Candice as he stood behind her and saw she was winning.
"Yeah," added Ron, "Ronan told me that 'the position you are to fill is one of great importance, don't throw yourself away on little pleasures.' Whatever that means!" Ron smiled, shook his head, and captured Candice's rook. She sighed, and asked,
"Harry, what did the centaur tell you?" Harry gave Candice a long look.
"He told me two things. One of them he told me not to say to anyone, and the other he said to tell you." Candice cocked her head to one side, giving Harry a curious frown. "Ronan referred to you as 'the Bright One', he said to tell you 'you cannot find the answer you seek until you can overcome the fear of the place where it can be found.' I won't ask if that makes sense to you, centaurs seldom make sense to anybody. Candice didn't answer, and seemed preoccupied the rest of the night. Yes, she was definitely preoccupied, for she lost the game to Ron.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: frankly, im getting discouraged. If you like this, review it. If I get enough reviews, ill add another chapter. PS it doesn't matter whether the reviews are good or bad
When Candice woke up, she could do nothing but sigh. She hadn't been ready. It wasn't more curses she needed; it was more common sense. Stupid stupid! Candice thought. She had to be really dumb, to go into the forest on the night of the full moon. Tears streamed silently down Candice's cheeks. She had already heard Dumbledore's disciplinary speech; she had already been told she must except this new life, and she disagreed. But that wasn't Dumbledore's way. He was capable of agreeing to disagree, as long as things still went his way. A wise man, surely, but too dependent on himself. She was in need of healing, an art which she now deemed necessary to master herself. She had managed to stun some of the remaining wolves, and when they realized they were beaten, the last four or five fled. Candice had summoned Harry's broom, her trunk, and Harry. Harry had proposed a problem. How was she to get him back to Hogwarts? The answer was her trunk. If she left it open, Harry could comfortably rest on top of her folded wardrobe. The wolves had finished any food that had been in there. So Candice just performed a hover charm and spent minutes trying to wrestle Harry into the trunk. She then used his broom for support to get out of the forbidden forest. She didn't know how to fly, but she wasn't so dumb that she couldn't pull one leg over the broom and hold on. She was probably doing it all wrong, but she didn't care. All that mattered was getting out of the forest. She managed to sort of fly the broom, leaning forward a little to make it go, she almost had an accident when she tried to heighten the broom so as not to disturb her crushed leg. Well, she had gotten to the end of the forest, knocked on the giant's cabin door, and passed out. Madam Pomfrey had been working on both she and Harry all night, if you couldn't counteract the werewolf's bite in the first few hours, you were a werewolf for life. Only after she had managed that did Madam Pomfrey fix Candice and Harry's broken bones, then cuts then bruises. Now they had been ordered to rest for a day or so, as they recovered from being stuffed with potions every hour. Every muscle in Candice's body ached, and she wished Harry hadn't gotten involved. It was true she probably owed him her life, and he owed her the same, but she didn't want help. She might need it, but she didn't want it. She wanted to beat the teachers on her own. Candice wondered again if she should tell Harry they were cousins. No, let him figure that out on his own. He was pretty bright, but Candice found him slightly headstrong. He jumped to conclusions too quickly. It would be the challenge he wanted her to give him, finding out what she knew about him that he didn't. Candice sighed. Weeks of preparing, and she failed. No one was stupid enough to journey into the forest on the night werewolves existed. Candice shook her head. This would take more planning than she had suspected. What if the Forbidden Forest went on for so many miles it would take her more than a month to get through? Where exactly was the nearest muggle town? Candice needed to know exactly where she was going, instead of randomly running off. She also needed to get there faster. Maybe if she did, Candice could just enroll in dance classes there and continue to go to Hogwarts. To move faster, Candice needed to fly.
Harry recovered, a bit embarrassed about Candice saving his life. It had occurred to him for the first time in the forest that she was much younger than he was. She probably had skipped a grade, knowing or unknowing; she had to be almost a full year younger than he was. So it seemed correct when Candice approached him the next day after classes ended.
"Harry, will you teach me to fly?" She had asked, very plainly and up front.
"Um. er. won't the teachers get mad?" He asked, complimented, but a little taken aback. Candice laughed, and smiled at him, a twinkle in her eye.
"Not if they don't know about it." She replied, giving him puppy dog eyes. Harry laughed; she was actually being friendly!
"Well I don't know, are you going to tell me how you plan to learn to fly without the teachers noticing?" Harry smiled. Candice rolled her eyes.
"Oh come on, it's me, remember? I've got a teacher-proof plan!" Candice spun on her heel, beckoned to Harry, then strolled out the door. Harry looked at Hermione and Ron's rather stunned faces, then laughed.
"If you'll excuse me, I have to teach Genius over there how to fly, catch you guys at dinner!" Harry jogged down the hall after Candice.
Harry was pretty surprised when she led him right onto the Quidditch field.
"Oh Candice, come on, any teacher can look outside and see us here!" Harry said. He couldn't believe she had chosen the Quidditch field, what was she thinking?
"You're very funny," Candice said sarcastically, "now go get a school broom while I get this spell going." Candice began to walk around the field in a sort of trance, a soft dust falling behind her as she walked. Harry shrugged, and went to get a school broom. When he came back, Candice was not on the Quidditch field. Harry frowned and walked onto it, looking around for some sign of her. As soon as he stepped on the field, she materialized before him. Harry jumped.
"It's called a circle of invisibility. It hides every moving thing from view. Unfortunately, we can't yell, everyone can still hear us." Candice said, smiling at Harry's stunned expression. Harry blinked, and passed Candice a broom.
Candice was a good student. She learned very quickly, and by the end of the first practice, she could control the broom pretty well in direction and speed. Harry gave Candice flying lessons all week, after the first day Ron showed up on his Golden Arrow and helped. By the end of the week, Candice knew how to fly a broom.
Now for a broom of my own! Candice thought as she scrolled through the broomstick section of the internet. I need one that can go pretty fast, she thought, and decided to order the newest nimbus brand, Nimbus 2002. It wasn't as good as Harry's Firebolt, but it was fast enough for Candice. Candice wrote down that the broomstick be taken to Hermione, she couldn't be seen with a broomstick herself. She hoped Hermione wouldn't mind.
Candice had not made an attempt to escape from Hogwarts in exactly three weeks. All she had accomplished during this week was a whole lot of studying. She seemed to study everything. Just a few of the books she had checked out were: Aerobatics: Advanced Tricks on Broomstick, Medicine: The Art of Magical Healing, Magical Martial Arts, a Guide to Self-Defense. She also continued to study history, mostly about ancient wars and famous military witches or wizards. Every book she checked out in the library suddenly sprouted a very long waiting list, usually with Hermione and Harry at the top. The whole school was in awe of Candice; she represented the person everyone secretly wished they could be. This outer mask of Candice's only came down in the presence of Harry, Hermione and Ron. She and Hermione were best friends, they did everything together. They really understood each other, and soon became almost inseparable. Harry became a little like Candice's older brother. He liked her; she was funny, in a droll sort of way. He often felt compelled to look after her, and the two were very affectionate towards each other, in a brother/sister fashion. Ron seemed to have fallen completely for the pretty magician, and followed her around like a puppy dog. Hermione and Harry found this incredibly amusing, and Candice herself would only blush and flirt shyly with the love-struck boy. As Harry and Hermione struggled to emulate Candice's unbeatable brilliance, Candice herself was becoming frustrated. Magic interested her greatly, and she never grew bored in class. It was just, well, the library wasn't very useful, and the books for mind magicians Candice had decoded were rather useless. Candice had a plan to put into play, and she needed to know how a mind magician became an animagus. Her answer did not come until one night in the Gryffindor common room, in the middle of playing a very exciting game of chess with Ron.
".. so to show how a centaur talks, Hagrid had Ronan take each one of us out of sight from the rest of the class, and tell us something special. Each saying is supposed to be unique to the person Ronan said it to, but some of them were so vague they could apply to anybody, anyway, the assignment was to decode what the centaur has to tell you. I think Hagrid meant it as an impossible assignment!" Harry ended, smiling down on Candice as he stood behind her and saw she was winning.
"Yeah," added Ron, "Ronan told me that 'the position you are to fill is one of great importance, don't throw yourself away on little pleasures.' Whatever that means!" Ron smiled, shook his head, and captured Candice's rook. She sighed, and asked,
"Harry, what did the centaur tell you?" Harry gave Candice a long look.
"He told me two things. One of them he told me not to say to anyone, and the other he said to tell you." Candice cocked her head to one side, giving Harry a curious frown. "Ronan referred to you as 'the Bright One', he said to tell you 'you cannot find the answer you seek until you can overcome the fear of the place where it can be found.' I won't ask if that makes sense to you, centaurs seldom make sense to anybody. Candice didn't answer, and seemed preoccupied the rest of the night. Yes, she was definitely preoccupied, for she lost the game to Ron.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: frankly, im getting discouraged. If you like this, review it. If I get enough reviews, ill add another chapter. PS it doesn't matter whether the reviews are good or bad
