Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine
A/N: I tried to make it fit with the fifth book, but I don't think it helped. Ah, well, onward.
Reappearing on the road to Hogwarts, Alisa turned into a raven and flew the rest of the way back. She had been confronted by her father once more, and she had not shown fear, but she had not stopped him either. She should have killed him then.. her heart was not weak to him... but it was weak to the beliefs of others, and killing a man within the boundaries of a church was unthinkable. She could have bound him, and dragged him back to the castle... but not only was he too strong for that, but it would also have been dishonourable to the religion. Why had she gone into the church? Would he have come if she hadn't? Most likely not. The only time she saw him was when he was certain her beliefs protected him. Why didn't see get him when she had the chance? Wasn't the lost of obedience to others for just one moment worth the lives of the people she now cared for?
It was too late to change it. She had done what she had done, protected herself, but perhaps allowed for the death of another by leaving... It was late. That stuck. She was very late. There were classes in the morning.. she had many spells to cast and finish, many things to undo and redo, why had she stayed out so late? Because she could and she did, there was no other reason. She was not tired, she didn't need the sleep, but Dumbledore, who had just returned from a trip to find supporters, did need sleep and he would not rest until she returned to the castle. She came upon the castle, landed and returned. It might have been past midnight when she walked into Dumbledore's office.
He took in a deep breath where he sat, looking up at her, "You worried me."'
"I don't know why, you were rarely worried when I left before." Alisa said, helping him up.
"I worry. I always worry." He paused, letting Alisa guide him back to his bed chamber, "Where did you go?"
She looked at him then, "My father is on the move. He knows I am here."
"So you went to the church," Dumbledore said, sitting down on his bed, he patted the spot next to him, indicating she should sit down, "I am not always weak, you know, my dear, I only get this weak at night, when the day has drained my energy..." He looked at Alisa, "We all have times when we are weak, we all have things, places, and people that make us think we are weak, but what they create in us is not weakness. Weakness is not a paralysis within our thoughts, nor is it holding to our beliefs when something else could work as well. Weakness is more often something of body, rather than mind, a person, thing, or place does not stop our body from working, but instead allows for our minds to contour our bodies to the will of the righteous and calm." He took her hand, "You did right. Few others would have been as calm as you."
She smiled at him, "Thank you, but you know as well as I, I should not have been there, not when he was about. I have put all those here in danger."
He laughed at this, "All those here are already in danger! He's coming whether you're here or not, if anything, you did nothing but service to this school by keeping yourself alive."
She nodded, "You should sleep. I will see you in the morning." She stood to leave his room.
"But my dear, where are you sleeping?" Dumbledore asked.
"In Gyffindor's hidden room, of course." She smiled and left.
Before slipping behind the tapestry she said to no one in particular, "He may call it service, and though it might not have been, I have certainly done something to this school."
***
Ron finally woke, feeling more rested then he ever had. He found Harry was already awake, "Get up, Ron, we've got to get down to breakfast." Harry said.
Ron yawned, "What day is it?"
"Monday, and we've got potions with the Syltherins, so get up and get ready." Harry told him.
"Monday?" Ron thought back, "You mean I slept through all of Sunday?"
"I guess so, you were asleep when I got back." Harry said.
"Got back?" Ron asked, momentarily confused, "O right, you went looking for support... did you get any?"
"Yup, some. We've got every aurora available coming before next Sunday." Harry said, picking up his cloak, "Maybe Alisa will still be at breakfast if we get down in time." Harry said, so Ron hurried to get ready.
They were greeted by Hermione, who had woken shortly before Ron, as they exited their dormitories. "Hey guys." She said, falling into step with them as they exited through the porthole.
"Hey Hermione, how long did you sleep?" Ron asked her.
"Until this morning, how long did you sleep?" She asked back.
"The same. I wouldn't have thought such a simple spell would have worn me out so terribly... how do you think Alisa did with it?" Ron asked.
"I would bet," Hermione said, "It was less work on her part... or rather, the work had less effect. She was probably up and about yesterday."
"She was," Harry cut in, "Dumbledore went searching for her as soon as we came back, but said she was missing, and he feared for her."
"Oh that's right, you went left with Dumbledore and Snape... How did it go?" Hermione asked.
"Good enough," Harry said, "As well as to be expected... you know Dumbledore was looking for people... we pulled everyone from the Order of the Phoenix, of course."
"Wait, rewind," Ron said gaping at Harry, "You say Dumbledore feared for her?"
"That's what he said... but he also said it was probably just the foolishness of an old man to worry about her. He said he had not once needed to come to her rescue, and it was doubtful she would ever really need him." Harry said.
Ron's heart was pumping... of course Alisa was ok, she could way past handle herself, but the idea she was in danger... Danger was danger, whether you could get out of it or not. Danger wasn't good any way you look at it. But Ron knew Alisa had it under control, especially when he saw her seated next to Dumbledore in the Great Hall. She smiled at him and nodded to the others, and breakfast went peacefully, as did most of the classes day (except potions, which never went peacefully for the Gyffindors, even when they were all fighting on the same side.)
Alisa spent her days in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, with the new DADA teacher, teaching the classes counter curses, without saying why, for fear the Syltherins would warn their parents to Hogwart's plans.
She met up with Ron outside the Gyffindor common room, then went to the library with Hermione to research possible defences. After about three hours of that, she helped Harry and Ron with their homework, and ending the night by getting her ass kicked by Ron in wizard's chess, which she had played before but could never master. She slept outside, despite offers to sleep in the common room, and the idea of sleeping in the hidden room next to it, but she longed for the open skies and wanted nothing more than to sleep under the moon.
A/N: I tried to make it fit with the fifth book, but I don't think it helped. Ah, well, onward.
Reappearing on the road to Hogwarts, Alisa turned into a raven and flew the rest of the way back. She had been confronted by her father once more, and she had not shown fear, but she had not stopped him either. She should have killed him then.. her heart was not weak to him... but it was weak to the beliefs of others, and killing a man within the boundaries of a church was unthinkable. She could have bound him, and dragged him back to the castle... but not only was he too strong for that, but it would also have been dishonourable to the religion. Why had she gone into the church? Would he have come if she hadn't? Most likely not. The only time she saw him was when he was certain her beliefs protected him. Why didn't see get him when she had the chance? Wasn't the lost of obedience to others for just one moment worth the lives of the people she now cared for?
It was too late to change it. She had done what she had done, protected herself, but perhaps allowed for the death of another by leaving... It was late. That stuck. She was very late. There were classes in the morning.. she had many spells to cast and finish, many things to undo and redo, why had she stayed out so late? Because she could and she did, there was no other reason. She was not tired, she didn't need the sleep, but Dumbledore, who had just returned from a trip to find supporters, did need sleep and he would not rest until she returned to the castle. She came upon the castle, landed and returned. It might have been past midnight when she walked into Dumbledore's office.
He took in a deep breath where he sat, looking up at her, "You worried me."'
"I don't know why, you were rarely worried when I left before." Alisa said, helping him up.
"I worry. I always worry." He paused, letting Alisa guide him back to his bed chamber, "Where did you go?"
She looked at him then, "My father is on the move. He knows I am here."
"So you went to the church," Dumbledore said, sitting down on his bed, he patted the spot next to him, indicating she should sit down, "I am not always weak, you know, my dear, I only get this weak at night, when the day has drained my energy..." He looked at Alisa, "We all have times when we are weak, we all have things, places, and people that make us think we are weak, but what they create in us is not weakness. Weakness is not a paralysis within our thoughts, nor is it holding to our beliefs when something else could work as well. Weakness is more often something of body, rather than mind, a person, thing, or place does not stop our body from working, but instead allows for our minds to contour our bodies to the will of the righteous and calm." He took her hand, "You did right. Few others would have been as calm as you."
She smiled at him, "Thank you, but you know as well as I, I should not have been there, not when he was about. I have put all those here in danger."
He laughed at this, "All those here are already in danger! He's coming whether you're here or not, if anything, you did nothing but service to this school by keeping yourself alive."
She nodded, "You should sleep. I will see you in the morning." She stood to leave his room.
"But my dear, where are you sleeping?" Dumbledore asked.
"In Gyffindor's hidden room, of course." She smiled and left.
Before slipping behind the tapestry she said to no one in particular, "He may call it service, and though it might not have been, I have certainly done something to this school."
***
Ron finally woke, feeling more rested then he ever had. He found Harry was already awake, "Get up, Ron, we've got to get down to breakfast." Harry said.
Ron yawned, "What day is it?"
"Monday, and we've got potions with the Syltherins, so get up and get ready." Harry told him.
"Monday?" Ron thought back, "You mean I slept through all of Sunday?"
"I guess so, you were asleep when I got back." Harry said.
"Got back?" Ron asked, momentarily confused, "O right, you went looking for support... did you get any?"
"Yup, some. We've got every aurora available coming before next Sunday." Harry said, picking up his cloak, "Maybe Alisa will still be at breakfast if we get down in time." Harry said, so Ron hurried to get ready.
They were greeted by Hermione, who had woken shortly before Ron, as they exited their dormitories. "Hey guys." She said, falling into step with them as they exited through the porthole.
"Hey Hermione, how long did you sleep?" Ron asked her.
"Until this morning, how long did you sleep?" She asked back.
"The same. I wouldn't have thought such a simple spell would have worn me out so terribly... how do you think Alisa did with it?" Ron asked.
"I would bet," Hermione said, "It was less work on her part... or rather, the work had less effect. She was probably up and about yesterday."
"She was," Harry cut in, "Dumbledore went searching for her as soon as we came back, but said she was missing, and he feared for her."
"Oh that's right, you went left with Dumbledore and Snape... How did it go?" Hermione asked.
"Good enough," Harry said, "As well as to be expected... you know Dumbledore was looking for people... we pulled everyone from the Order of the Phoenix, of course."
"Wait, rewind," Ron said gaping at Harry, "You say Dumbledore feared for her?"
"That's what he said... but he also said it was probably just the foolishness of an old man to worry about her. He said he had not once needed to come to her rescue, and it was doubtful she would ever really need him." Harry said.
Ron's heart was pumping... of course Alisa was ok, she could way past handle herself, but the idea she was in danger... Danger was danger, whether you could get out of it or not. Danger wasn't good any way you look at it. But Ron knew Alisa had it under control, especially when he saw her seated next to Dumbledore in the Great Hall. She smiled at him and nodded to the others, and breakfast went peacefully, as did most of the classes day (except potions, which never went peacefully for the Gyffindors, even when they were all fighting on the same side.)
Alisa spent her days in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, with the new DADA teacher, teaching the classes counter curses, without saying why, for fear the Syltherins would warn their parents to Hogwart's plans.
She met up with Ron outside the Gyffindor common room, then went to the library with Hermione to research possible defences. After about three hours of that, she helped Harry and Ron with their homework, and ending the night by getting her ass kicked by Ron in wizard's chess, which she had played before but could never master. She slept outside, despite offers to sleep in the common room, and the idea of sleeping in the hidden room next to it, but she longed for the open skies and wanted nothing more than to sleep under the moon.