Chapter 3: Alice Twiddle
It hurt Brynn to tell her of the dream but it had to be done. After wards she hugged her mother, rocking her back and forth in her arms. Her mother crying softly.
'Mom, you know what this means don't you?'
'I think so Brynn. We have to tell him. He will want to know.' She said softly, sniffling occasionally.
Brynn sighed. ' I'll send an owl this afternoon. I don't know what he will do about it mom. But there is a good chance that this means he is coming back.'
Her mother sat up I the bed. 'For such a small woman she has gone through so much carrying the world on her shoulders. She doesn't deserve this.'
Leaning over to kiss her mother on the cheek Brynn straightened up and headed to the door. AS she reached it she turned back. ' I have to get ready for work. I'll send the owl before I go. I can stay here with you, if you want.' Brynn offered. 'Please don't want me to, I need time.' She prayed silently to herself.
It seemed an eternity before she answered. ' Go to work Brynn. Do what you love. I'll be fine. I'll see you when you get home.'
Brynn nodded. Before she went to work Brynn climbed the stairs to the attic where they kept their owl Bitsy. Brynn had named it when she was ten. Bitsy had been tiny then. So small she could fit in the palm of her hand. Now she was a great owl, proud with an almost royal air about her.
As she came up the stairs, Bitsy flew off her perch where she had been sleeping to nip at Brynn.
Laughing Brynn shooed her away so she could scribble a quick note.
I have been having a dream lately. It has been the same one for about two weeks. But last night it was different. I wasn't the only one dreaming it. Ask your Harry Potter. I am sure it was him who had the dream. Don't ask me how I know, I just do.
It was bad. It has to do with Alice Twiddle and the night her husband was killed. I could feel what he was feeling. It was twenty years ago. It must mean that something is happening. I know what you and the others have been talking about, or at least as much as you will let me hear.
What ever happens wont be good I can tell. Mom is worried. She asked me to write you. Please come as soon as you can.
Brynn Devlin
Brynn folded the letter and tucked it in the pouch on Bitsy's leg.
'You know where to take it girl. Go on. Take it to Dumbledore. Hurry.'
That evening when Brynn came home from work, her mother was waiting for her. But she wasn't alone.
'Hello Brynn.'
A small smile curved on Brynn's mouth, 'Dumbledore. Its been a while.'
He nodded and took up an old winged chair beside a window.
Looking around Dumbledore noted that almost nothing was magical. Except for the tiny pot of floo powder kept on the mantle. He gaze shifted and settled on Brynn her clothes were very muggle; jeans and shirt that looked as if they were a layer of skin. He would never understand how they could subject them selves to that. He couldn't help thinking that it would be uncomfortable.
But her wardrobe was none of his concern. The matter at hand was of most importance.
'I have news. Voldemort is back. But he is very weak. The weakest he has ever been. We don't know why but we will use it to our advantage. For months we have been in the process of setting a trap. It is almost complete. The last piece is you.'
Brynn nodded. 'I figured that something like this would happen. You want me to be the bait. Right?'
'No! I don't want my daughter to be the bait. Not for him. That man took my husband I don't want him to take my daughter from me too.' Brynn's mother burst into tears.
Brynn went to her mother and rubbed a hand down her back. She looked helplessly at Dumbledore. He nodded.
'Alice.'
The crying stopped. Brynn's mother looked up. 'What did you call me?'
Dumbledore replied kindly, 'I called you Alice.'
She shook her head. 'no one has called me that for over twenty years. Ever since…' she dropped off and looked at Brynn, 'Since my Devlin died.'
Brynn took up here, 'Wouldn't you like to be Alice Twiddle again mom? You wouldn't have to hide anymore. You have done your part and now I have to do mine. I have to stop him. I have to stop my father.
*Authors Note* I apologize for the way the story looks, how there are those weird symbols on it. Try to ignore them. I didn't notice them until too late. I'll change
it when I have the time eventually. Thanks for understanding!
It hurt Brynn to tell her of the dream but it had to be done. After wards she hugged her mother, rocking her back and forth in her arms. Her mother crying softly.
'Mom, you know what this means don't you?'
'I think so Brynn. We have to tell him. He will want to know.' She said softly, sniffling occasionally.
Brynn sighed. ' I'll send an owl this afternoon. I don't know what he will do about it mom. But there is a good chance that this means he is coming back.'
Her mother sat up I the bed. 'For such a small woman she has gone through so much carrying the world on her shoulders. She doesn't deserve this.'
Leaning over to kiss her mother on the cheek Brynn straightened up and headed to the door. AS she reached it she turned back. ' I have to get ready for work. I'll send the owl before I go. I can stay here with you, if you want.' Brynn offered. 'Please don't want me to, I need time.' She prayed silently to herself.
It seemed an eternity before she answered. ' Go to work Brynn. Do what you love. I'll be fine. I'll see you when you get home.'
Brynn nodded. Before she went to work Brynn climbed the stairs to the attic where they kept their owl Bitsy. Brynn had named it when she was ten. Bitsy had been tiny then. So small she could fit in the palm of her hand. Now she was a great owl, proud with an almost royal air about her.
As she came up the stairs, Bitsy flew off her perch where she had been sleeping to nip at Brynn.
Laughing Brynn shooed her away so she could scribble a quick note.
I have been having a dream lately. It has been the same one for about two weeks. But last night it was different. I wasn't the only one dreaming it. Ask your Harry Potter. I am sure it was him who had the dream. Don't ask me how I know, I just do.
It was bad. It has to do with Alice Twiddle and the night her husband was killed. I could feel what he was feeling. It was twenty years ago. It must mean that something is happening. I know what you and the others have been talking about, or at least as much as you will let me hear.
What ever happens wont be good I can tell. Mom is worried. She asked me to write you. Please come as soon as you can.
Brynn Devlin
Brynn folded the letter and tucked it in the pouch on Bitsy's leg.
'You know where to take it girl. Go on. Take it to Dumbledore. Hurry.'
That evening when Brynn came home from work, her mother was waiting for her. But she wasn't alone.
'Hello Brynn.'
A small smile curved on Brynn's mouth, 'Dumbledore. Its been a while.'
He nodded and took up an old winged chair beside a window.
Looking around Dumbledore noted that almost nothing was magical. Except for the tiny pot of floo powder kept on the mantle. He gaze shifted and settled on Brynn her clothes were very muggle; jeans and shirt that looked as if they were a layer of skin. He would never understand how they could subject them selves to that. He couldn't help thinking that it would be uncomfortable.
But her wardrobe was none of his concern. The matter at hand was of most importance.
'I have news. Voldemort is back. But he is very weak. The weakest he has ever been. We don't know why but we will use it to our advantage. For months we have been in the process of setting a trap. It is almost complete. The last piece is you.'
Brynn nodded. 'I figured that something like this would happen. You want me to be the bait. Right?'
'No! I don't want my daughter to be the bait. Not for him. That man took my husband I don't want him to take my daughter from me too.' Brynn's mother burst into tears.
Brynn went to her mother and rubbed a hand down her back. She looked helplessly at Dumbledore. He nodded.
'Alice.'
The crying stopped. Brynn's mother looked up. 'What did you call me?'
Dumbledore replied kindly, 'I called you Alice.'
She shook her head. 'no one has called me that for over twenty years. Ever since…' she dropped off and looked at Brynn, 'Since my Devlin died.'
Brynn took up here, 'Wouldn't you like to be Alice Twiddle again mom? You wouldn't have to hide anymore. You have done your part and now I have to do mine. I have to stop him. I have to stop my father.
*Authors Note* I apologize for the way the story looks, how there are those weird symbols on it. Try to ignore them. I didn't notice them until too late. I'll change
it when I have the time eventually. Thanks for understanding!