Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could
invent. ~ The Sherlock Holmes series by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Chapter 6
'Harry! Ron!' Hermione whispered urgently, 'Look up at the staff table.'
Both boys turned, and spotted McGonagall appear beside Dumbledore. Harry tried to recall if he had ever seen his Head of House frown like that before.
Apparently, Dumbledore saw fit to crease his forehead up as well. He seldom did it in front of the students.
'Whatever it is, it must be important,' Ron murmured to them.
'Do you think it's about some errand that the Headmaster has sent Professors McGonagall and Snape to do?'
'If it is, it doesn't look like it's successful. Something's wrong.' Harry replied Hermione.
She said acerbically, 'You mean something's not?'
'Do you think it's Snape? I mean, he's not here after all.' Ron forgot the delicious custard he had been fighting over with Jordan. 'If he's been exposed as a. . .'
'Hush!' Harry and Hermione cried simultaneously, leaving a few Gryffindors staring at them quizzically.
Ron scowled, 'Oh, I see. That's very helpful in discretion.'
'Can it Ron.' Harry said.
'What?' Ron asked incredulously.
Harry wondered if he was watching too many American movies. He shook his head at Ron to end the jibe and stopped himself from pursuing the latter train of thought. It was no use.
Dumbledore stood up. Being ever conspicuous no matter what he did, the Headmaster attracted the attention of most students. Many stopped eating. He beamed and the twinkle returned to his eye. It had not occurred to Harry before that Dumbledore could use his benign countenance as a form of manipulation.
Dumbledore waved his hand carelessly. 'Carry on, carry on. There is no need for alarm. Professor McGonagall merely wishes me to attend to one of your friends. It's the all-too-common ailment of overeating in an occasion like this.' Some of the younger students laughed. The older ones, more aware of the current situation in the wizarding world, experienced gloominess settle upon them. They tried to hide it, and put on a brave front. Dumbledore had not even tried giving a logical reason to explain the immediacy as to which the unknown incident required his personal attention. Surely Madam Pomfrey was sufficient to handle a sick patient.
Malfoy was not so stupid to believe otherwise as well. Harry spied him exchanging smirks with Crabbe and Goyle. Were the Death-Eaters striking a blow at this time of year? Ever since talking with Snape, Harry wondered if Malfoy was not already in cahoots with Voldemort's followers. His father must be eager to prove his loyalty to go to the extent of providing Voldemort with a link to Hogwarts.
Dumbledore's genial gaze swept past the Hall. For a split second, it landed on the Trio. Harry could see the graveness Dumbledore allowed to seep through for him and his friends. It worried him, and touched him at the same time, for it proved how much Dumbledore trusted them.
Harry turned back to his plate shining as always of polished gold. His pile of food, green peas, his favourite steak and mashed potatoes did not hold the same appeal to his appetite. As he looked around as casually as he could, he saw the lighted pumpkins, the starry skyline and the chattering. He looked down his table, and saw his seniors, juniors and contemporaries merry.
The Hall had returned to its festive mood.
Were they all foolish not to see the inevitable showdown that would take place between the two warring camps? Or did they disregard the severity of the situations? Were they escapists?
Harry had never regretted knowing his wizarding background. It freed him from his relatives' clutches and brought him into a world where he felt so right to belong in. He had found a home here. Yet sometimes, he wished he were just a normal boy, or at least a normal wizard boy who did not enter the world during this period but some other when things were calmer and quieter. His life had always been exciting, but he had not known true peace before.
He sighed, "In a time like this, there are always times like this." They had to face it squarely, together.
Hermione diverted his thoughts. 'Should we see what is happening?'
Ron countered, 'Hermione, we don't even know where the professors are. They may have left Hogwarts.'
'I don't think so,' said Hermione triumphantly, 'Dumbledore just about hinted that he wanted us to be wherever they are.'
'And how do you. . .' but Harry was interrupted by the unexpected appearance of Dobby standing on the table in front of them.
'Mr. Potter and Weezy, and Miss Granger, Professor McGonagall is wanting to sees yous after the Feast. Yes, Dobby brings message.'
'But where Dobby?'
'Professor McGonagall leads yous outside the Hall.'
'Thank you Dobby.' When Dobby disappeared, Hermione turned to her partners, 'See?'
'Very astute, Hermione,' Ron's sarcasm was practically dripping. 'Why don't you tell us what we are called for?'
Hermione shrugged nonchalantly. She turned to reply Lavender's inquiry, 'Maybe punishment.'
'It's no use speculating or brooding over it,' Harry told his two friends, not wanting to attract more curiousity. 'Let's just eat.'
"And see," Harry heaved another sigh, "what unpleasantness await."
***
'What the fuck. . .?' Black would have gone into a further string of colourful language, but Severus cut him off.
'This is no time for histrionics Black,' Severus sneered.
'I was in the vicinity! As an Animagus of course. The whole village is talking about a Muggle girl who managed to barge into Hogsmeade.'
'Quiet.' Severus peered through the slit between the curtains enclosing the bed. Poppy was still taking the girl's readings. Fortunately for them, there were no other patients around in the Hospital Wing this night.
'Can you just tell me whether it's true? That girl there, she's a Muggle?'
Severus rubbed his brow. 'Yes,' he whispered tiredly, 'Undoubtedly.'
'Are the wards faulty? How can a Muggle. . .'
'She was tied and gagged to prevent her from moving in the horse-cart.'
Severus felt ill saying it. She looked on the brink of death when she fainted. She must have had struggled against her bonds. Closer inspection had shown the skin on her wrists and ankles broken and dried blood had stained the ropes. By persuading the wizards and witches that it was quicker to bring her to Hogwarts and not to St. Mungo's, he and Minerva managed to evade all questions as they hurried back with her, informing those who were concerned that they themselves would contact the Ministry of Magic.
Did she scream? He did not dare conjecture about the horrors she had experienced during the slow ride. The wards were wielded such as to deter all non-magical humans. The fact that she could not move allowed her to pass. Queries of how she entered without sounding the alarms set up in Hogsmeade were answered when Minerva searched her and found a magical map in her possession.
Just then, Albus and Minerva came in. Minerva locked and warded the doors.
'How's our patient?' Albus asked.
Poppy drew the curtains back after she finished her check. 'Exhaustion. I've healed the bruises. She's safe in her mental frame. She must have a formidable spirit to not have the wards break her mind.'
'Do you think she's dangerous? I mean, who knows where she comes from? What if she's under Imperius or. . .'
Albus and Minerva discussed the matter with Black as rationally as possible. Severus ignored Black's tirade. Only the girl could answer their questions.
She was lovelier than he imagined. Her hair was swept from her forehead and face, and spread over the pillow. He reached out to tug a lock behind her ear. It was light and velvet to his touch. His index finger strayed to her cheek. She was here now, tangible to his touch. She was not a fragment of his memory. She was real. Desperation seized him for a moment when he had a desire to see her eyes again. His lips moved involuntarily as though to call her. But he did not know her name.
'Severus?'
He turned round to face Albus. Minerva and Black had left.
'Severus,' Albus took his arm, 'She will be well. Leave her to Poppy. We have to return to the Feast.'
Severus nodded mechanically. As they walked down the corridors, everything appeared static to him.
'Sirius has gone to find out more. It may be that she's from the Muggle village that Minerva has told me you two heard from Fudge and Master.'
'Is she the white butterfly?'
'If so, I do wonder what influence she'll bring.'
It was as Albus drew him into conversation that Severus realised they were walking in a longer route to the Hall.
'How much do you want to talk about?' Severus could not help smiling.
'You've noticed.' Albus chuckled slightly and slowed his walking pace. Severus followed.
'When Sirius and Minerva left, I saw that the girl. had affected you. Coupled with her age. . .'
'You put two and two together.' Severus said, 'You're right. She's the one.'
'How can you be sure?'
'I recognised her voice.'
Albus nodded, 'I thought so. Fate works her mysteries in the strangest ways.'
'Humph!' was Severus' only reaction.
There was a most maddening twinkle sparkling in his mentor's eye. Albus chose the oddest times to be enjoying himself. However, he remained tactful and did not prod further, 'I've asked Minerva to bring Harry, Hermione and Ron to see her.'
'Whatever for?'
'Since they wish to help in the fight, they'll have to know every incident that's taking place. Besides, Harry and Hermione grew up as Muggles. They may communicate with her better.'
'As you say.'
'Argus will see to the night patrols.'
They reached the doors to the Hall. Severus could hear the noise behind. Albus placed his hand on the knob. Severus waited for him to turn it.
'A word of advice, my boy. . .' Severus could see Albus' mind ticking away. It seemed he chose not to give it verbal form. 'No matter. You will learn.'
Severus arched his eyebrow in question. Albus winked at him before leading them to the staff table.
Someday, he would learn to crack the Eccentric that was Albus Dumbledore.
***
Black came back after Minerva explained the situation to Potter and his friends. Adding to the scarce information was the confirmation that the unconscious patient was from that village, and that Master and his men did a very thorough work at Obliviating them.
'Her uncle seems, or more accurately, seemed, to know what she's doing. He told me she was harmless. But he can't remember anything more except that she's gone to do some errand for a week. Anyway, I went to Bidmarck's house. Been living like royalty if you ask me. A simple counter spell on the decorations and furniture was all it took to reverse them to their actual state. Gold and diamonds. I sent them to the Order for keeping.'
'The point Black,' said Severus impatiently.
'The point Snape,' growled Black, 'is that everything's fine except the bookshelf. Compared to other parts of the shelves, there's no dust on some portions. Some books or whatever used to be there are missing.'
Severus was impressed. 'I didn't think you were capable of such sharp mental faculties, Black,' he drawled, 'My compliments.'
'Why,' Black said mockingly as he widened his eyes in exaggeration and placed a hand on his heart, 'Such high praise Professor Snape!'
The three Gryffindors were grinning at their verbal sparring. Severus ended it by musing over the new piece of information.
'It's most probably books. I remember Bidmarck to be extremely neat. Of course!' he cried. Many years ago, the Dark Lord had commanded Bidmarck to search for the set of Dark Books he had been unable to locate. Upon failing to accomplish his task, Bidmarck was severely punished.
'What do these books contain?' Minerva asked.
'Voldemort believes they hold the key to limitless power in Arithmacy. One can simply see in clear picture what the future presents, and have the ability to change it. They were done by a group of Seers, witches born long before the age of language. I don't know how these books are written. Perhaps they are in code or in the form of runes.'
Miss Granger said in horror. 'If Voldemort learns to thwart the future. . .'
'Then our every move can be checked.' Albus agreed. 'Do not worry. I have tried learning more about these books at the time Severus told me about them. It would take Voldemort a great deal of time and effort to solve the mysteries hidden in the books. They are unlike any power we know, for they do not contain Power, but are Power itself. It is difficult to control them.'
'It's strange Bidmarck did not destroy them.' Poppy wondered.
'Remember,' Severus cautioned, 'We're merely pondering the possibility that it is those books that the others have taken. We're not even sure they took anything at all. But as hypothesis, it may be that Bidmarck could not destroy them and he felt it more prudent to keep them to himself.'
'You must prepare yourself then.' Minerva said, 'I have a feeling Voldemort will summon you to aid him. You are one of the most intelligent wizards he has.'
Severus smiled sardonically, 'I can't wait. Better knowledge than ignorance in a time like this, isn't it?'
The meeting settled, Albus allowed the students to look in at the girl.
Assured that the patient was well, Miss Granger launched into a detailed discussion of wards and the theoretical outcomes produced, the difference in effects on Muggles and wizards and witches, the origin of the charms and the present modifications. . .
Weaseley looked apologetically at Albus and Minerva, 'She can like that when she's enthusiastic.'
Albus did not mind. He engaged himself in the exchanging of ideas and concepts, feeding into Miss Granger's boundless memory bank.
Severus turned abruptly to Black, 'Did you find out what her name is?'
'Who?' Evidently, there were oscillations in Black's intellect.
'The Muggle girl.'
'Oh, yes, I was talking with her uncle, you know. She's an orphan. Born in the mountains in a little hut owned by her parents. Her parents died in a forest fire. It's a miracle she escaped. Her uncle and aunt, the Cowells, found her on a tuft at the edge of the forest. She was just two.'
Severus absorbed it. 'And her name?'
'Adela Stanton.'
'Adela,' Severus rolled the unusual name over his tongue. Fanciful and delicate. 'Appropriate.'
'What?'
Severus gave an enigmatic smile that served to irritate Black. It was the I- know-something-you-don't symptom, according to Lucius. Severus' spirits dimmed.
Black misinterpreted the change in demeanour. 'If you have a heart, I'll say you're sympathetic toward the girl. As it is, I think you have sinister intentions for her. I'll tell Dumbledore about this.'
Severus knew not to retaliate.
'She's beautiful,' Miss Granger reflected his thoughts. She took Adela's hand in compassion. 'Serene. Almost like a Veela,' she shot Weaseley a wicked glance, 'Not as vain nor spiteful.'
'How would you know?' Weaseley asked, though his heart was not into the opposing argument.
'Woman's intuition. I bet she's gentle.'
'I'm sure you're right.' Albus said. 'It's late.'
At his cue, the three youngsters greeted them with a 'Goodnight.' Potter hugged his godfather.
'Can we come tomorrow sir?' Potter asked for permission.
'If you can without arousing your schoolmates' suspicion. Sirius, come tomorrow as well.'
'Yes, Professor.' Black changed into his dog-form and left the premises first.
When the sound of the three students' feet petered off, Minerva checked the girl one last time to her satisfaction.
'It's almost like you don't trust me sometimes,' Poppy complained good- naturedly.
Minerva smiled back, 'I am just checking the signs. I think I shall stay here tonight. After all, she is my responsibility.'
'How are we going to explain to the Ministry?'
'We'll make our plans tomorrow. Come Severus,' Albus said.
'I wish to stay around. She's my responsibility as well.' At Minerva's raised eyebrows that threatened to merge with her fringe, he added hastily, 'We brought her here together, didn't we?'
'True,' Albus covered for Severus.
Poppy was as equally surprised by the Potion Master's uncharacteristic gesture as Minerva, but she refrained from commenting.
'I'll arrange the other beds,' she said.
'Excellent, goodnight then.'
'Goodnight Albus.'
***
There were voices, but they fleeted over her. Adela failed to distinguish each of them. They were muffled. Her ears buzzed. She was too weary to open her eyes or move in any other way. She felt boneless, but at least the empty weight pressing on her was lifted.
She felt the welcome absence of pain. She knew she was looked after. Thankful, she sank into the mattress and slipped into slumber, one of rest this time.
It was the strangest sleep. She was aware of time passing, but not what her surroundings were. Drifting into consciousness, she calculated that it might be morning already.
Where was she? At Hogsmeade? She did arrive, did she not? Surely she had not dreamt that.
She felt dull. Nothing helped her out of the darkness enveloping her. She was caught in the storm swallowing her up. "No. . ." She gasped as she lapsed into the bottomless pit again. The sensation was similar to the one experienced when she passed through the wards. Voiceless shouts warning her off their territory. . . Echoes of loved ones calling her back. . . A bombardment of reminders of things she did not do, charging one after another till her mind whirled in vain. . . Undiluted fear flinging itself upon her, invading her, filling her. . .
She snapped, and helplessly thrashed about the bed.
Someone was holding her. Someone warm and comforting, trying to soothe her. Yet she struggled.
"Oh please, no."
***
'Minerva! Poppy! FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, ANYONE!' Severus roared.
Minerva was rudely awakened. Hastily, she hurried after Poppy towards the bed.
'WHERE IS A NURSE WHEN YOU NEED HER?'
'Severus, calm yourself!' Minerva said anxiously.
The girl was suffering a relapse or a fit of some kind. At times she cringed inwards and trembled; at times she tossed wildly, trying to escape Severus' hold on her. She was also gritting her teeth. Severus locked his arms tightly round her to prevent her from jumping off the bed or hurting herself. Minerva stood by helplessly as Poppy rushed to remove a small bottle from the cupboard.
'Can that work on a Muggle?' she asked, surprised. Potions, containing magical properties, were ineffective in Muggles. An unpleasant parallel was how witches and wizards alike could see Dementors but not Muggles.
'It's a sedative. Some of the Muggleborns prefer it to the bitter concoctions Severus makes.'
'This is no time for critiquing potions!' Severus spat. He snatched the bottle from Poppy after she uncorked it and forced open the girl's jaw and poured the liquid down the girl's throat.
Minerva watched with her colleagues tensely. She breathed a sigh of relief when the girl quieted down and slumped against Severus. For some inexplicable reason, this Muggle girl brought out her maternal instinct. There was an. . . aura about her.
'Adela,' Minerva called softly. Although she usually addressed a person by his last name, but she had a gut feeling everyone called Adela by her name. It suited her. 'Can you hear us?'
The girl frowned slightly. Stirring a little more, her eyelids fluttered briefly before she opened her eyes and met those of Severus.
Minerva had concentrated so much on her that she had not bothered about Severus. What she saw robbed her of speech momentarily.
She should have had suspected. Severus had spent the whole night sitting by the girl's bed without sleeping. In part, it was true that Adela should be watched over all the time before she gained consciousness. However, when Minerva and Poppy had volunteered taking turns, Severus had insinuated that he was perfectly capable in lasting the night and that two elderly witches were unnecessary.
She should have had been able to spot his diversionary tactics after knowing him throughout these years. Was she really that old to be blind to the signs, to his actions and his reaction just this morning?
Recognition lit up Adela's face. Her pale face glowed radiantly and her smile was as sweet as a child's.
'Are you a wizard then?'
Minerva had not seen Severus as gentle as he was now. He was cradling her protectively, 'Yes. How do you feel?'
'Better. It's calm here.'
Severus understood. 'Where were you?'
'I was lost within myself. I was afraid I wouldn't find my way out.'
'The wards?'
'They wouldn't have attacked me so relentlessly if I had turned back.'
'You're safe here.'
'Is this Hogsmeade?'
'You're in Hogwarts. Rest,' he said swiftly, belying his worry when her voice weakened. 'Whilst we are eager for answers, it'll be wiser if you regain your strength first. These ladies will be with you.'
Adela nodded. Turning to see Minerva and Poppy, she thanked them.
Minerva became passive as Poppy went to help Severus settle Adela on the bed. Poppy covered her with warm blankets. Severus walked to Minerva.
'We'll make it for breakfast,' he said.
Minerva smiled, 'Let us go then.'
She deliberately stood to the right of Severus and headed towards the left of the corridor after stepping out of the Hospital Wing, steering Severus into that direction.
Severus scowled, 'Oh wait. What do you want?'
There was a lilt in her voice, 'Why, how did you guess?'
'Because Albus took me along this route last night too.'
'Alas!' Minerva stopped her innocent façade.
'How abrupt your change in expression Minerva. All Puck one minute, Elinor the next.'
'If you must know. . .'
'You're curious about mine knowing Miss Stanton.'
'I can't hide it from you, can I? Then again, you weren't very subtle yourself. You care for her?'
Severus was taken aback. Silent for awhile, he replied steadily, 'It's not as complicated as you seem to think. I've only met her once.'
'It would appear that the meeting left you a great impression.'
'Let's say I owe her.'
Minerva did not expect Severus to divulge the details. He was always an intensely private man. She had to be content.
Unless. . .
'Perhaps Miss Stanton will tell me if I ask her,' Minerva teased.
'Yes,' Severus gave a wry look, 'You will ask her.'
'Well, you left her a great impression too.'
Severus looked at her sourly, 'If that was meant as a compliment, you are tragically wrong. Of course I left her an impression! First, no Muggle wears robes such as we wizards do. Second, just to inform you, I warned her to get out of my path.'
'Dear me! Ever the grumpy lad, aren't you?' Minerva shook her head in exasperation, 'And you accuse me of rapid mood swings.'
'Don't you start.'
'Oh no, we'll reach the Hall soon.' Minerva continued, 'I think I'm going to be very fond of Miss Stanton.'
Severus shrugged.
'I'm glad she's here.' Minerva intoned mysteriously, hoping to frustrate Severus.
'Minerva, are you taunting me?'
It was Minerva's turn to shrug.
"You never were the favourite student, the star in school Severus," Minerva sank into melancholy introspection, "Undeniably brilliant, but you were so morose and sour in temperament. We were all surprised when Albus announced that he had appointed you as a professor here. Askance even. There were more experienced, yes, more respectable ones than you were. We didn't know his reasons. We didn't know, what you did. Did you blame us for neglecting you? For failing to look past your shield as a student? For the affection we gave James? Perhaps that's why you went along well with Meredith when you came to work. She's the only one not from Hogwarts. Did you hate us?" Minerva thought sadly, "Hate us so much it turned you away from us? And what happened when you found yourself trapped? Did you really believe that Albus would have sent you to Azkaban?"
'Minerva?'
'What, Severus?' she said vaguely, refocusing.
'Nothing. You looked. . . Never mind,' but puzzlement lingered in his voice.
Severus went to take his place at the staff table. Minerva greeted Albus and sat down.
She observed Severus from the corner of the eye. Already, he was engaged in a heated discussion with Johnathan about Memory Charms in a continuing episode that had spread for a week.
She smiled secretly. Severus was another one who could not stop thinking of research and knowledge even in dire circumstances. One could distract him with anything that sparked the intellectual interest and saw his leg without him noticing. Yet he was never a participant in discussions as a student. He had kept to himself.
"Ay, that's the rub, isn't it? It was all the more convenient for you to leave him alone. So much easier to lavish all your attention on the Marauders. Then his teaching was all the more justification you needed for disliking him. And then, bit by bit, you got to know him."
Yes, that was where the staff started to feel genuine affection and acceptance towards Severus, bad sarcasm and all. Since the resurrection of Voldemort as well, they understood why Albus placed such trust in him.
"You're a difficult man, but a good one. I pray that happiness may come to you."
***
Adela gingerly took up another item, after receiving a nasty surprise from a Howling Book, one of the various essentials in Magical Creatures class, courtesy of a half-giant called Rubeus Hagrid.
She asked Hermione, 'And this?'
'It's a Remembrall. It's supposed to remind you of an assignment you've forgotten.'
'That's useful.'
'Alright, not so useful,' Adela said when Hermione told her about the disadvantages behind the object.
The both of them had been together for the better part of the afternoon. Hermione was explaining enthusiastically about the wizarding world, how magic was controlled and used, the cultures, the histories, and of course, the legend of Harry Potter and the present war. She was slightly breathless by now.
Smiling, Adela handed her a glass of water.
This was one of nicest hospitals she had ever been. Large and airy with high ceilings, the settings were not drab, dreary or sterile. Wooden carvings intricately woven into the doors, windows and drawers, jasper draperies bellowing lightly, the heavy smell of honey and figs permeating the rooms. They added to the fairy-tale quality she was immersed in.
'I'm awed.'
'Well, I felt like that when I learnt about it,' Hermione said sympathetically.
'How did you cope?'
'As all the other Muggleborns do. We adapt. It's easy. It's no different from any Muggle society, just with magical attachments.'
Adela toyed with a corner of the bed-sheet. 'Do you think I'll be Obliviated too?'
'That's for Professor Dumbledore to decide. You'll see him soon.'
'And Professor McGonagall? Professor Snape? Will I see Harry and Ron too?'
'They'll be here.'
True to Hermione's word, they arrived one by one in the evening.
Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey fussed over her like Aunt Martha, while Albus Dumbledore was the grandfather any child could hope for. Like Father Christmas. Jovial and wise. One could practically bask in the warmth of the wizard.
After relating what she knew, he said, 'It coincides with what information we have.'
Adela laughed silently in self-deprecation.
'What is it Miss Stanton?' The Headmaster's eyes shone.
'Well, I shouldn't have come, should I? All that trouble to tell you what you already know.'
'On the contrary. You've settled speculations that Hogsmeade would indeed be Voldemort's next target. And I am always happy to meet a Muggle.'
'You magic folk are quite isolative, aren't you?'
'You Muggles drove us into hiding,' a deep voice said.
He had been standing slightly apart from the rest of them during this night. So, he still lurked in dark areas. There was a challenge gleaming in his eyes, as he waited expectantly for her answer.
What she had to say ostensibly satisfied him. 'Ah, but it is the wizarding community who brewed up the superstitions and whispered frightful tales of magic to instill fear in the Muggles. I have to add that it's a terrible name you people give us.'
'Touché Miss Stanton,' Albus chuckled. 'Perhaps that was why the wizard who picked that term chose to remain incognito.'
'Am I free to go?'
'Not yet, we need to know whether it is safe for you to return to your village.'
Adela nodded thoughtfully, 'The Ministry.'
'You're clever.'
'Will my home be at risk?'
'I don't believe so.'
Professor McGonagall asked, 'Is there anything you need for the duration of your stay?'
Adela smiled, 'I would like to take this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to explore the school, if not Hogsmeade.'
Harry, with his green eyes and messy hair, threw a look at his professors, before suggesting gamely, 'You can borrow my Invisibility Cloak.'
There was an unmistakably offensive snort from the corner.
Adela liked the idea immensely, 'If it's possible.'
'I have no doubt,' Professor Dumbledore chimed in, 'You are free to roam the school. The children. the students,' he corrected himself when he saw the three look moanfully at him can see you in the day. Minerva will arrange for your rooms to be prepared. And Severus. . .' he looked back. There was a deceptively light tone when he continued, 'Well, he can help you in any way he wishes.'
Adela grinned, almost wickedly. She wondered how the solitary man would cope with her endless chatter again. She was innocent, but not stupid. After Hermione had eventually told her about the Potions Master's past, she knew why any sensible person would prefer avoiding him. Fortunately, there were his colleagues and friends who were even more sensible than average. They knew he was worthy of trust.
She had given hers a long time ago.
***
Author's Note:
Puck is from Shakespeare and Elinor Dashwood is from Jane Austen.
Chapter 6
'Harry! Ron!' Hermione whispered urgently, 'Look up at the staff table.'
Both boys turned, and spotted McGonagall appear beside Dumbledore. Harry tried to recall if he had ever seen his Head of House frown like that before.
Apparently, Dumbledore saw fit to crease his forehead up as well. He seldom did it in front of the students.
'Whatever it is, it must be important,' Ron murmured to them.
'Do you think it's about some errand that the Headmaster has sent Professors McGonagall and Snape to do?'
'If it is, it doesn't look like it's successful. Something's wrong.' Harry replied Hermione.
She said acerbically, 'You mean something's not?'
'Do you think it's Snape? I mean, he's not here after all.' Ron forgot the delicious custard he had been fighting over with Jordan. 'If he's been exposed as a. . .'
'Hush!' Harry and Hermione cried simultaneously, leaving a few Gryffindors staring at them quizzically.
Ron scowled, 'Oh, I see. That's very helpful in discretion.'
'Can it Ron.' Harry said.
'What?' Ron asked incredulously.
Harry wondered if he was watching too many American movies. He shook his head at Ron to end the jibe and stopped himself from pursuing the latter train of thought. It was no use.
Dumbledore stood up. Being ever conspicuous no matter what he did, the Headmaster attracted the attention of most students. Many stopped eating. He beamed and the twinkle returned to his eye. It had not occurred to Harry before that Dumbledore could use his benign countenance as a form of manipulation.
Dumbledore waved his hand carelessly. 'Carry on, carry on. There is no need for alarm. Professor McGonagall merely wishes me to attend to one of your friends. It's the all-too-common ailment of overeating in an occasion like this.' Some of the younger students laughed. The older ones, more aware of the current situation in the wizarding world, experienced gloominess settle upon them. They tried to hide it, and put on a brave front. Dumbledore had not even tried giving a logical reason to explain the immediacy as to which the unknown incident required his personal attention. Surely Madam Pomfrey was sufficient to handle a sick patient.
Malfoy was not so stupid to believe otherwise as well. Harry spied him exchanging smirks with Crabbe and Goyle. Were the Death-Eaters striking a blow at this time of year? Ever since talking with Snape, Harry wondered if Malfoy was not already in cahoots with Voldemort's followers. His father must be eager to prove his loyalty to go to the extent of providing Voldemort with a link to Hogwarts.
Dumbledore's genial gaze swept past the Hall. For a split second, it landed on the Trio. Harry could see the graveness Dumbledore allowed to seep through for him and his friends. It worried him, and touched him at the same time, for it proved how much Dumbledore trusted them.
Harry turned back to his plate shining as always of polished gold. His pile of food, green peas, his favourite steak and mashed potatoes did not hold the same appeal to his appetite. As he looked around as casually as he could, he saw the lighted pumpkins, the starry skyline and the chattering. He looked down his table, and saw his seniors, juniors and contemporaries merry.
The Hall had returned to its festive mood.
Were they all foolish not to see the inevitable showdown that would take place between the two warring camps? Or did they disregard the severity of the situations? Were they escapists?
Harry had never regretted knowing his wizarding background. It freed him from his relatives' clutches and brought him into a world where he felt so right to belong in. He had found a home here. Yet sometimes, he wished he were just a normal boy, or at least a normal wizard boy who did not enter the world during this period but some other when things were calmer and quieter. His life had always been exciting, but he had not known true peace before.
He sighed, "In a time like this, there are always times like this." They had to face it squarely, together.
Hermione diverted his thoughts. 'Should we see what is happening?'
Ron countered, 'Hermione, we don't even know where the professors are. They may have left Hogwarts.'
'I don't think so,' said Hermione triumphantly, 'Dumbledore just about hinted that he wanted us to be wherever they are.'
'And how do you. . .' but Harry was interrupted by the unexpected appearance of Dobby standing on the table in front of them.
'Mr. Potter and Weezy, and Miss Granger, Professor McGonagall is wanting to sees yous after the Feast. Yes, Dobby brings message.'
'But where Dobby?'
'Professor McGonagall leads yous outside the Hall.'
'Thank you Dobby.' When Dobby disappeared, Hermione turned to her partners, 'See?'
'Very astute, Hermione,' Ron's sarcasm was practically dripping. 'Why don't you tell us what we are called for?'
Hermione shrugged nonchalantly. She turned to reply Lavender's inquiry, 'Maybe punishment.'
'It's no use speculating or brooding over it,' Harry told his two friends, not wanting to attract more curiousity. 'Let's just eat.'
"And see," Harry heaved another sigh, "what unpleasantness await."
***
'What the fuck. . .?' Black would have gone into a further string of colourful language, but Severus cut him off.
'This is no time for histrionics Black,' Severus sneered.
'I was in the vicinity! As an Animagus of course. The whole village is talking about a Muggle girl who managed to barge into Hogsmeade.'
'Quiet.' Severus peered through the slit between the curtains enclosing the bed. Poppy was still taking the girl's readings. Fortunately for them, there were no other patients around in the Hospital Wing this night.
'Can you just tell me whether it's true? That girl there, she's a Muggle?'
Severus rubbed his brow. 'Yes,' he whispered tiredly, 'Undoubtedly.'
'Are the wards faulty? How can a Muggle. . .'
'She was tied and gagged to prevent her from moving in the horse-cart.'
Severus felt ill saying it. She looked on the brink of death when she fainted. She must have had struggled against her bonds. Closer inspection had shown the skin on her wrists and ankles broken and dried blood had stained the ropes. By persuading the wizards and witches that it was quicker to bring her to Hogwarts and not to St. Mungo's, he and Minerva managed to evade all questions as they hurried back with her, informing those who were concerned that they themselves would contact the Ministry of Magic.
Did she scream? He did not dare conjecture about the horrors she had experienced during the slow ride. The wards were wielded such as to deter all non-magical humans. The fact that she could not move allowed her to pass. Queries of how she entered without sounding the alarms set up in Hogsmeade were answered when Minerva searched her and found a magical map in her possession.
Just then, Albus and Minerva came in. Minerva locked and warded the doors.
'How's our patient?' Albus asked.
Poppy drew the curtains back after she finished her check. 'Exhaustion. I've healed the bruises. She's safe in her mental frame. She must have a formidable spirit to not have the wards break her mind.'
'Do you think she's dangerous? I mean, who knows where she comes from? What if she's under Imperius or. . .'
Albus and Minerva discussed the matter with Black as rationally as possible. Severus ignored Black's tirade. Only the girl could answer their questions.
She was lovelier than he imagined. Her hair was swept from her forehead and face, and spread over the pillow. He reached out to tug a lock behind her ear. It was light and velvet to his touch. His index finger strayed to her cheek. She was here now, tangible to his touch. She was not a fragment of his memory. She was real. Desperation seized him for a moment when he had a desire to see her eyes again. His lips moved involuntarily as though to call her. But he did not know her name.
'Severus?'
He turned round to face Albus. Minerva and Black had left.
'Severus,' Albus took his arm, 'She will be well. Leave her to Poppy. We have to return to the Feast.'
Severus nodded mechanically. As they walked down the corridors, everything appeared static to him.
'Sirius has gone to find out more. It may be that she's from the Muggle village that Minerva has told me you two heard from Fudge and Master.'
'Is she the white butterfly?'
'If so, I do wonder what influence she'll bring.'
It was as Albus drew him into conversation that Severus realised they were walking in a longer route to the Hall.
'How much do you want to talk about?' Severus could not help smiling.
'You've noticed.' Albus chuckled slightly and slowed his walking pace. Severus followed.
'When Sirius and Minerva left, I saw that the girl. had affected you. Coupled with her age. . .'
'You put two and two together.' Severus said, 'You're right. She's the one.'
'How can you be sure?'
'I recognised her voice.'
Albus nodded, 'I thought so. Fate works her mysteries in the strangest ways.'
'Humph!' was Severus' only reaction.
There was a most maddening twinkle sparkling in his mentor's eye. Albus chose the oddest times to be enjoying himself. However, he remained tactful and did not prod further, 'I've asked Minerva to bring Harry, Hermione and Ron to see her.'
'Whatever for?'
'Since they wish to help in the fight, they'll have to know every incident that's taking place. Besides, Harry and Hermione grew up as Muggles. They may communicate with her better.'
'As you say.'
'Argus will see to the night patrols.'
They reached the doors to the Hall. Severus could hear the noise behind. Albus placed his hand on the knob. Severus waited for him to turn it.
'A word of advice, my boy. . .' Severus could see Albus' mind ticking away. It seemed he chose not to give it verbal form. 'No matter. You will learn.'
Severus arched his eyebrow in question. Albus winked at him before leading them to the staff table.
Someday, he would learn to crack the Eccentric that was Albus Dumbledore.
***
Black came back after Minerva explained the situation to Potter and his friends. Adding to the scarce information was the confirmation that the unconscious patient was from that village, and that Master and his men did a very thorough work at Obliviating them.
'Her uncle seems, or more accurately, seemed, to know what she's doing. He told me she was harmless. But he can't remember anything more except that she's gone to do some errand for a week. Anyway, I went to Bidmarck's house. Been living like royalty if you ask me. A simple counter spell on the decorations and furniture was all it took to reverse them to their actual state. Gold and diamonds. I sent them to the Order for keeping.'
'The point Black,' said Severus impatiently.
'The point Snape,' growled Black, 'is that everything's fine except the bookshelf. Compared to other parts of the shelves, there's no dust on some portions. Some books or whatever used to be there are missing.'
Severus was impressed. 'I didn't think you were capable of such sharp mental faculties, Black,' he drawled, 'My compliments.'
'Why,' Black said mockingly as he widened his eyes in exaggeration and placed a hand on his heart, 'Such high praise Professor Snape!'
The three Gryffindors were grinning at their verbal sparring. Severus ended it by musing over the new piece of information.
'It's most probably books. I remember Bidmarck to be extremely neat. Of course!' he cried. Many years ago, the Dark Lord had commanded Bidmarck to search for the set of Dark Books he had been unable to locate. Upon failing to accomplish his task, Bidmarck was severely punished.
'What do these books contain?' Minerva asked.
'Voldemort believes they hold the key to limitless power in Arithmacy. One can simply see in clear picture what the future presents, and have the ability to change it. They were done by a group of Seers, witches born long before the age of language. I don't know how these books are written. Perhaps they are in code or in the form of runes.'
Miss Granger said in horror. 'If Voldemort learns to thwart the future. . .'
'Then our every move can be checked.' Albus agreed. 'Do not worry. I have tried learning more about these books at the time Severus told me about them. It would take Voldemort a great deal of time and effort to solve the mysteries hidden in the books. They are unlike any power we know, for they do not contain Power, but are Power itself. It is difficult to control them.'
'It's strange Bidmarck did not destroy them.' Poppy wondered.
'Remember,' Severus cautioned, 'We're merely pondering the possibility that it is those books that the others have taken. We're not even sure they took anything at all. But as hypothesis, it may be that Bidmarck could not destroy them and he felt it more prudent to keep them to himself.'
'You must prepare yourself then.' Minerva said, 'I have a feeling Voldemort will summon you to aid him. You are one of the most intelligent wizards he has.'
Severus smiled sardonically, 'I can't wait. Better knowledge than ignorance in a time like this, isn't it?'
The meeting settled, Albus allowed the students to look in at the girl.
Assured that the patient was well, Miss Granger launched into a detailed discussion of wards and the theoretical outcomes produced, the difference in effects on Muggles and wizards and witches, the origin of the charms and the present modifications. . .
Weaseley looked apologetically at Albus and Minerva, 'She can like that when she's enthusiastic.'
Albus did not mind. He engaged himself in the exchanging of ideas and concepts, feeding into Miss Granger's boundless memory bank.
Severus turned abruptly to Black, 'Did you find out what her name is?'
'Who?' Evidently, there were oscillations in Black's intellect.
'The Muggle girl.'
'Oh, yes, I was talking with her uncle, you know. She's an orphan. Born in the mountains in a little hut owned by her parents. Her parents died in a forest fire. It's a miracle she escaped. Her uncle and aunt, the Cowells, found her on a tuft at the edge of the forest. She was just two.'
Severus absorbed it. 'And her name?'
'Adela Stanton.'
'Adela,' Severus rolled the unusual name over his tongue. Fanciful and delicate. 'Appropriate.'
'What?'
Severus gave an enigmatic smile that served to irritate Black. It was the I- know-something-you-don't symptom, according to Lucius. Severus' spirits dimmed.
Black misinterpreted the change in demeanour. 'If you have a heart, I'll say you're sympathetic toward the girl. As it is, I think you have sinister intentions for her. I'll tell Dumbledore about this.'
Severus knew not to retaliate.
'She's beautiful,' Miss Granger reflected his thoughts. She took Adela's hand in compassion. 'Serene. Almost like a Veela,' she shot Weaseley a wicked glance, 'Not as vain nor spiteful.'
'How would you know?' Weaseley asked, though his heart was not into the opposing argument.
'Woman's intuition. I bet she's gentle.'
'I'm sure you're right.' Albus said. 'It's late.'
At his cue, the three youngsters greeted them with a 'Goodnight.' Potter hugged his godfather.
'Can we come tomorrow sir?' Potter asked for permission.
'If you can without arousing your schoolmates' suspicion. Sirius, come tomorrow as well.'
'Yes, Professor.' Black changed into his dog-form and left the premises first.
When the sound of the three students' feet petered off, Minerva checked the girl one last time to her satisfaction.
'It's almost like you don't trust me sometimes,' Poppy complained good- naturedly.
Minerva smiled back, 'I am just checking the signs. I think I shall stay here tonight. After all, she is my responsibility.'
'How are we going to explain to the Ministry?'
'We'll make our plans tomorrow. Come Severus,' Albus said.
'I wish to stay around. She's my responsibility as well.' At Minerva's raised eyebrows that threatened to merge with her fringe, he added hastily, 'We brought her here together, didn't we?'
'True,' Albus covered for Severus.
Poppy was as equally surprised by the Potion Master's uncharacteristic gesture as Minerva, but she refrained from commenting.
'I'll arrange the other beds,' she said.
'Excellent, goodnight then.'
'Goodnight Albus.'
***
There were voices, but they fleeted over her. Adela failed to distinguish each of them. They were muffled. Her ears buzzed. She was too weary to open her eyes or move in any other way. She felt boneless, but at least the empty weight pressing on her was lifted.
She felt the welcome absence of pain. She knew she was looked after. Thankful, she sank into the mattress and slipped into slumber, one of rest this time.
It was the strangest sleep. She was aware of time passing, but not what her surroundings were. Drifting into consciousness, she calculated that it might be morning already.
Where was she? At Hogsmeade? She did arrive, did she not? Surely she had not dreamt that.
She felt dull. Nothing helped her out of the darkness enveloping her. She was caught in the storm swallowing her up. "No. . ." She gasped as she lapsed into the bottomless pit again. The sensation was similar to the one experienced when she passed through the wards. Voiceless shouts warning her off their territory. . . Echoes of loved ones calling her back. . . A bombardment of reminders of things she did not do, charging one after another till her mind whirled in vain. . . Undiluted fear flinging itself upon her, invading her, filling her. . .
She snapped, and helplessly thrashed about the bed.
Someone was holding her. Someone warm and comforting, trying to soothe her. Yet she struggled.
"Oh please, no."
***
'Minerva! Poppy! FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, ANYONE!' Severus roared.
Minerva was rudely awakened. Hastily, she hurried after Poppy towards the bed.
'WHERE IS A NURSE WHEN YOU NEED HER?'
'Severus, calm yourself!' Minerva said anxiously.
The girl was suffering a relapse or a fit of some kind. At times she cringed inwards and trembled; at times she tossed wildly, trying to escape Severus' hold on her. She was also gritting her teeth. Severus locked his arms tightly round her to prevent her from jumping off the bed or hurting herself. Minerva stood by helplessly as Poppy rushed to remove a small bottle from the cupboard.
'Can that work on a Muggle?' she asked, surprised. Potions, containing magical properties, were ineffective in Muggles. An unpleasant parallel was how witches and wizards alike could see Dementors but not Muggles.
'It's a sedative. Some of the Muggleborns prefer it to the bitter concoctions Severus makes.'
'This is no time for critiquing potions!' Severus spat. He snatched the bottle from Poppy after she uncorked it and forced open the girl's jaw and poured the liquid down the girl's throat.
Minerva watched with her colleagues tensely. She breathed a sigh of relief when the girl quieted down and slumped against Severus. For some inexplicable reason, this Muggle girl brought out her maternal instinct. There was an. . . aura about her.
'Adela,' Minerva called softly. Although she usually addressed a person by his last name, but she had a gut feeling everyone called Adela by her name. It suited her. 'Can you hear us?'
The girl frowned slightly. Stirring a little more, her eyelids fluttered briefly before she opened her eyes and met those of Severus.
Minerva had concentrated so much on her that she had not bothered about Severus. What she saw robbed her of speech momentarily.
She should have had suspected. Severus had spent the whole night sitting by the girl's bed without sleeping. In part, it was true that Adela should be watched over all the time before she gained consciousness. However, when Minerva and Poppy had volunteered taking turns, Severus had insinuated that he was perfectly capable in lasting the night and that two elderly witches were unnecessary.
She should have had been able to spot his diversionary tactics after knowing him throughout these years. Was she really that old to be blind to the signs, to his actions and his reaction just this morning?
Recognition lit up Adela's face. Her pale face glowed radiantly and her smile was as sweet as a child's.
'Are you a wizard then?'
Minerva had not seen Severus as gentle as he was now. He was cradling her protectively, 'Yes. How do you feel?'
'Better. It's calm here.'
Severus understood. 'Where were you?'
'I was lost within myself. I was afraid I wouldn't find my way out.'
'The wards?'
'They wouldn't have attacked me so relentlessly if I had turned back.'
'You're safe here.'
'Is this Hogsmeade?'
'You're in Hogwarts. Rest,' he said swiftly, belying his worry when her voice weakened. 'Whilst we are eager for answers, it'll be wiser if you regain your strength first. These ladies will be with you.'
Adela nodded. Turning to see Minerva and Poppy, she thanked them.
Minerva became passive as Poppy went to help Severus settle Adela on the bed. Poppy covered her with warm blankets. Severus walked to Minerva.
'We'll make it for breakfast,' he said.
Minerva smiled, 'Let us go then.'
She deliberately stood to the right of Severus and headed towards the left of the corridor after stepping out of the Hospital Wing, steering Severus into that direction.
Severus scowled, 'Oh wait. What do you want?'
There was a lilt in her voice, 'Why, how did you guess?'
'Because Albus took me along this route last night too.'
'Alas!' Minerva stopped her innocent façade.
'How abrupt your change in expression Minerva. All Puck one minute, Elinor the next.'
'If you must know. . .'
'You're curious about mine knowing Miss Stanton.'
'I can't hide it from you, can I? Then again, you weren't very subtle yourself. You care for her?'
Severus was taken aback. Silent for awhile, he replied steadily, 'It's not as complicated as you seem to think. I've only met her once.'
'It would appear that the meeting left you a great impression.'
'Let's say I owe her.'
Minerva did not expect Severus to divulge the details. He was always an intensely private man. She had to be content.
Unless. . .
'Perhaps Miss Stanton will tell me if I ask her,' Minerva teased.
'Yes,' Severus gave a wry look, 'You will ask her.'
'Well, you left her a great impression too.'
Severus looked at her sourly, 'If that was meant as a compliment, you are tragically wrong. Of course I left her an impression! First, no Muggle wears robes such as we wizards do. Second, just to inform you, I warned her to get out of my path.'
'Dear me! Ever the grumpy lad, aren't you?' Minerva shook her head in exasperation, 'And you accuse me of rapid mood swings.'
'Don't you start.'
'Oh no, we'll reach the Hall soon.' Minerva continued, 'I think I'm going to be very fond of Miss Stanton.'
Severus shrugged.
'I'm glad she's here.' Minerva intoned mysteriously, hoping to frustrate Severus.
'Minerva, are you taunting me?'
It was Minerva's turn to shrug.
"You never were the favourite student, the star in school Severus," Minerva sank into melancholy introspection, "Undeniably brilliant, but you were so morose and sour in temperament. We were all surprised when Albus announced that he had appointed you as a professor here. Askance even. There were more experienced, yes, more respectable ones than you were. We didn't know his reasons. We didn't know, what you did. Did you blame us for neglecting you? For failing to look past your shield as a student? For the affection we gave James? Perhaps that's why you went along well with Meredith when you came to work. She's the only one not from Hogwarts. Did you hate us?" Minerva thought sadly, "Hate us so much it turned you away from us? And what happened when you found yourself trapped? Did you really believe that Albus would have sent you to Azkaban?"
'Minerva?'
'What, Severus?' she said vaguely, refocusing.
'Nothing. You looked. . . Never mind,' but puzzlement lingered in his voice.
Severus went to take his place at the staff table. Minerva greeted Albus and sat down.
She observed Severus from the corner of the eye. Already, he was engaged in a heated discussion with Johnathan about Memory Charms in a continuing episode that had spread for a week.
She smiled secretly. Severus was another one who could not stop thinking of research and knowledge even in dire circumstances. One could distract him with anything that sparked the intellectual interest and saw his leg without him noticing. Yet he was never a participant in discussions as a student. He had kept to himself.
"Ay, that's the rub, isn't it? It was all the more convenient for you to leave him alone. So much easier to lavish all your attention on the Marauders. Then his teaching was all the more justification you needed for disliking him. And then, bit by bit, you got to know him."
Yes, that was where the staff started to feel genuine affection and acceptance towards Severus, bad sarcasm and all. Since the resurrection of Voldemort as well, they understood why Albus placed such trust in him.
"You're a difficult man, but a good one. I pray that happiness may come to you."
***
Adela gingerly took up another item, after receiving a nasty surprise from a Howling Book, one of the various essentials in Magical Creatures class, courtesy of a half-giant called Rubeus Hagrid.
She asked Hermione, 'And this?'
'It's a Remembrall. It's supposed to remind you of an assignment you've forgotten.'
'That's useful.'
'Alright, not so useful,' Adela said when Hermione told her about the disadvantages behind the object.
The both of them had been together for the better part of the afternoon. Hermione was explaining enthusiastically about the wizarding world, how magic was controlled and used, the cultures, the histories, and of course, the legend of Harry Potter and the present war. She was slightly breathless by now.
Smiling, Adela handed her a glass of water.
This was one of nicest hospitals she had ever been. Large and airy with high ceilings, the settings were not drab, dreary or sterile. Wooden carvings intricately woven into the doors, windows and drawers, jasper draperies bellowing lightly, the heavy smell of honey and figs permeating the rooms. They added to the fairy-tale quality she was immersed in.
'I'm awed.'
'Well, I felt like that when I learnt about it,' Hermione said sympathetically.
'How did you cope?'
'As all the other Muggleborns do. We adapt. It's easy. It's no different from any Muggle society, just with magical attachments.'
Adela toyed with a corner of the bed-sheet. 'Do you think I'll be Obliviated too?'
'That's for Professor Dumbledore to decide. You'll see him soon.'
'And Professor McGonagall? Professor Snape? Will I see Harry and Ron too?'
'They'll be here.'
True to Hermione's word, they arrived one by one in the evening.
Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey fussed over her like Aunt Martha, while Albus Dumbledore was the grandfather any child could hope for. Like Father Christmas. Jovial and wise. One could practically bask in the warmth of the wizard.
After relating what she knew, he said, 'It coincides with what information we have.'
Adela laughed silently in self-deprecation.
'What is it Miss Stanton?' The Headmaster's eyes shone.
'Well, I shouldn't have come, should I? All that trouble to tell you what you already know.'
'On the contrary. You've settled speculations that Hogsmeade would indeed be Voldemort's next target. And I am always happy to meet a Muggle.'
'You magic folk are quite isolative, aren't you?'
'You Muggles drove us into hiding,' a deep voice said.
He had been standing slightly apart from the rest of them during this night. So, he still lurked in dark areas. There was a challenge gleaming in his eyes, as he waited expectantly for her answer.
What she had to say ostensibly satisfied him. 'Ah, but it is the wizarding community who brewed up the superstitions and whispered frightful tales of magic to instill fear in the Muggles. I have to add that it's a terrible name you people give us.'
'Touché Miss Stanton,' Albus chuckled. 'Perhaps that was why the wizard who picked that term chose to remain incognito.'
'Am I free to go?'
'Not yet, we need to know whether it is safe for you to return to your village.'
Adela nodded thoughtfully, 'The Ministry.'
'You're clever.'
'Will my home be at risk?'
'I don't believe so.'
Professor McGonagall asked, 'Is there anything you need for the duration of your stay?'
Adela smiled, 'I would like to take this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to explore the school, if not Hogsmeade.'
Harry, with his green eyes and messy hair, threw a look at his professors, before suggesting gamely, 'You can borrow my Invisibility Cloak.'
There was an unmistakably offensive snort from the corner.
Adela liked the idea immensely, 'If it's possible.'
'I have no doubt,' Professor Dumbledore chimed in, 'You are free to roam the school. The children. the students,' he corrected himself when he saw the three look moanfully at him can see you in the day. Minerva will arrange for your rooms to be prepared. And Severus. . .' he looked back. There was a deceptively light tone when he continued, 'Well, he can help you in any way he wishes.'
Adela grinned, almost wickedly. She wondered how the solitary man would cope with her endless chatter again. She was innocent, but not stupid. After Hermione had eventually told her about the Potions Master's past, she knew why any sensible person would prefer avoiding him. Fortunately, there were his colleagues and friends who were even more sensible than average. They knew he was worthy of trust.
She had given hers a long time ago.
***
Author's Note:
Puck is from Shakespeare and Elinor Dashwood is from Jane Austen.