Chapter 25: Once Before
Dumbledore grabbed his cloak and headed out of his corridor. He ran out of the room. He quickly walked down the cold dark hallway, past the Great Hall, past the courtyard, past the out rim of Hogwarts, and strait to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Dumbledore looked around inside the giant dark forest and saw no trace of any sort of life anywhere inside. He took a deep breath in and entered the forest. He wondered around inside of the large forest and still saw no life inside.
"What brings the great Dumbledore here to the forest?" A voice asked.
Dumbledore turned to find and large Centaur standing in front of him, "Hello Ronan." Dumbledore nodded.
"What bring thee out here to this majestic place?" Ronan repeated.
"I found these," Dumbledore held out a hand full of blue hairs, "on Miss Potter's robe as well as on Hagrid's doorstep."
"Even some of the smartest wizard wouldn't have found those."
"Well I did," Dumbledore said sternly, "and they seem to match your hairs as far as I can see."
"That they do," Ronan nodded, "but there are many other Centaurs in the forest."
"They would have come forward right now instead of you, if it was them."
"This is so true." Ronan agreed.
"So they are your hairs?"
"The hairs that came off my back are that of the same of those that lie in your hand."
"If they are your hairs, Ronan, why were they on Hagrid's doorstep and Chanse's robes?"
"I foresaw all of these dark times unveil themselves in the stars in last nights in the clear sky."
"What did you see Ronan?"
"The stars the shined bright in the sky last night told of the tale of a being and a great evil that prevailed over the land. The being goes through many challenges before fighting the great evil. They suffer numerous attacks on them it all forms of way."
Ronan turned to Dumbledore and stared deep into Dumbledore old wise eyes. "Ronan what happens next?"
"As you wish," Ronan nodded. "The being battled the great evil in the voyage to find the past that shows through the future, through the shut eye lids of the being. But with the past being in the future in shows to be trickery of the evil. The being is lured into the darkness.
The being battles the evil and proves to be victorious, except in one part..." Ronan's voice trailed off.
"Ronan please finish." Dumbledore pleaded.
"The being is killed by the great evil in order to save the land." Ronan whispered.
"Is this being Chanse?" Dumbledore asked.
"The star do not give a proper face to match that of the beings."
"Ronan tell me what the stars said, without the riddles."
"I speak that of the stars, and the stars are the ones you should tell not to speak in the twisted tongues." Ronan started to walk back into the darkness of the forest.
"Ronan please no more with the riddles," Dumbledore pleaded, "a poor girl's life is at stake."
"Chanse?" Ronan gasped as he turned around.
Dumbledore slowly nodded his head, "She's mumbling things in her sleep and sometimes when she's awake."
"Take me to her."
"I will not."
"And why not?"
"Not unless you tell me what happened to her."
"On the way back to the castle I will tell thee."
"Then lets go now," Dumbledore, gestured to leave the forest, "before it's too late for young Chanse."
"I agree with thee."
Ronan followed along side of Dumbledore as the two of them walked as fast as they could to leave the forest. They darted over roots in the ground and ran past trees, which seemed to become a blur of the past.
"Are you going to tell me?" Dumbledore panted as he walked quickly through the forest.
"Yes," Ronan panted, "but it is much to hard to speak of when I am in such a heavy pace."
Dumbledore quickly followed behind Ronan as they left the forest and stood in the open by Hagrid's hut.
"Then we will rest while you tell me this story," Dumbledore said sternly.
"As you wish," Ronan nodded. "When you've wandered these woods for long periods of time, and you read the stars; you have the ability to sense danger," Ronan began. "I was looking upon the stars and stealing their secrets of the future when I saw that they foretold of danger in my forest."
"In the forest?" Dumbledore gasped.
"Yes," Ronan nodded. "I stole from the stars as much as they would let me. They told me that a great danger lurked inside of the Forbidden Forest. That danger's power was to be challenged by someone who had faced them before...and won."
Dumbledore listened carefully and tried to decode Ronan's Centaur riddles.
"I ran through the darkness of the giant canapé of the branches towards where I was whispered to go. I came upon the sight of the danger, and the light in which had defeated it before. They raged in a fierce battle, until the darkness pulled a trick from underneath it's cloak. It cast out it demons against the one who would oppose the evil one, and that was the good one."
"I'm not following your riddles Ronan," Dumbledore pleaded, "please tell me so that I can understand."
"The good one cast out it's angels against the evil ones demons. The angels and demons raged in a battle of their own until they both fled back to their original holder."
"Please Ronan."
"The evil one was shattered by his demons, who were angels in disguise," Dumbledore opened his mouth to say something to Ronan, who took a deep breath in and continued. "While the good one was overcome by the mixture of demons and angels swirled into one entity."
Dumbledore closed his mouth and thought about what Ronan had just said. "What happened to the good one?"
"The good one was cast to fall to the cold cruel earth in which it had stood on before."
"It died?"
"No," Ronan sighed, "but it will in due time."
"Who is the evil one? Who is the good one?"
"When I heard the whispers of the stars telling me that the evil one was gone and then I ventured out into the clearing. I picked up the good one, who appeared to be asleep, and carried it back to this point," Ronan looked around. "I placed it over there in hopes that some other good would provide help, that I could not provide."
Ronan shut his mouth and stared into Dumbledore's eyes. "Is that the end?" Dumbledore whispered.
"That it is." Ronan nodded.
"Chanse is the good one."
"That she is."
"And who is the evil one?"
"You know it's in the back of your mind but you wish not to think it."
"Voldemort?"
"That he was."
"So Voldemort is gone," Dumbledore had a small twinkle in his eye when he said that.
"That he is."
Dumbledore twinkle faded and he opened his mouth, "And Chanse is to die?"
"That she is." Ronan whispered.
"Is there anyway to prevent that?"
Ronan looked up into the sky and his eyes flickered from one star to the next. "The stars whisper to be that there is no way."
"We must get back to Chanse." Dumbledore said sternly as he quickly walked to the castle.
"Yes, we should." Ronan trotted after Dumbledore.
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"Please Ronan stay quiet," Dumbledore whispered as he walked pasted the sleeping Oliver and Brandon.
"I will try," Ronan whispered back, as he quietly picked up his hooves and placed them gently down on the cold tile.
They made their way down the long white hallway until they reached the end where Chanse was sleeping. Dumbledore softly pushed the door open and looked around inside...there was only Chanse.
"Madam Pomfrey must be in another room." Dumbledore whispered to himself and Ronan. "This way." Dumbledore opened the door to Ronan.
"Thank you sir." Ronan bowed as he entered the hospital room.
"The lights too bright," Chanse mumbled. "Please don't hurt me." She rolled around inside of the covers, "let him go."
"Where is the window?" Ronan whispered as he stared at Chanse.
"Over there," Dumbledore also stared at Chanse as he pointed to the large balcony window the left.
Ronan softly trotted over to the window and stared up at the shining stars. His blue eyes flicked around the stars, as he listened to their silent whispers to reveal the future to him.
"LET HIM GO!" Chanse screamed as she sat up; wide-awake.
"What's going on in here?" Madam Pomfrey yelled as she burst through the door.
"Hello Poppy," Dumbledore nodded.
"What's wrong with Chanse?" Madam Pomfrey panted.
"Please Poppy," Dumbledore whispered, "be quiet while Ronan reads the stars to find out why Chanse is mumbling...or even find out what she's mumbling about."
"Albus," Madam Pomfrey walked closer to Dumbledore, "why is there a centaur in my hospital?"
"Ronan is the reason why Chanse is alive." Dumbledore whispered.
"Oh," Madam Pomfrey looked over at the giant blue centaur, which was standing in the moonlight from the window.
"I see," Ronan muttered softly as his eyes continued to flicker around the night's sky. "It can not be." He gasped.
"What is it?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"Poppy," Dumbledore hissed, "please."
"I'm sorry." Madam Pomfrey whispered.
"Chanse has seen this light before," Ronan began as he started to walk towards the center of the room. "She saw it was while trying to save her brother...and she succeeded then." He said calmly. "This time when she saw it she wasn't as lucky as before," he bowed his head, and then raised it to look at Chanse, who was rocking back and forth on her hospital bed. "This time she tried to save herself...and she failed."
"Did the stars tell you what this light is and was?" Dumbledore asked.
"That they did." Ronan whispered.
There was a long pause before anyone spoke.
"So sharp and so bright," Chanse began to sing, "it penetrates the night. It runs through my soul," her voice got softer, "and now I'm the one to go."
"Ronan please tell us what the light is." Madam Pomfrey blurted out as she stared at Chanse.
"That I can not." Ronan whispered.
Madam Pomfrey stood still and stared at Ronan in shock. "Why can't you tell us?"
"For the stars tell me not to."
Madam Pomfrey straightened her back and marched up to Ronan, "Ronan you will tell me what this light is before I am forced to take drastic measures." She threatened.
"You have no right to make the call of what I tell and what I keep." Ronan stared down the small nurse.
"In my hospital," Madam Pomfrey took a step forward, "I have all right."
"You may have the right in your hospital but in my life you do not."
"In coming here to see Chanse, you made her part of your life," Madam Pomfrey's eyes narrowed, "and I'm the one who's struggling to keep her life alive," her voice grew colder. "So intern you made me part of your life...and I control that part," She said coldly, "so, Ronan...tell me what those damn stars say about Chanse...right now!" Her voice rose.
"I will tell thee." Ronan sighed.
"Thank you," Madam Pomfrey sighed as she took a step back from Ronan's face.
"This light that Chanse has seen before and recently as been your worst fears," Ronan sighed, "Avada Kendarva." He whispered.
"The light," Chanse whispered before she fell back onto her bed with a soft thump.
"Chanse?" Madam Pomfrey ran over to Chanse's bedside, "Chanse!" She grabbed Chanse's wrist and pressed down on it.
"Poppy?" Dumbledore whispered.
"She's unconscious," she sighed in relief, "thank Merlin."
"Yes, thank Merlin." Dumbledore sighed.
"I need to return," Ronan whispered as he headed towards the door.
"Ronan." Dumbledore whispered.
"Yes?"
"Did the stars really say Chanse is to die?"
"They said she will suffer more then she is now."
"But they didn't say she was to die."
"They did not say that in those words, but the feeling if that of another."
"Thank you Ronan." Dumbledore nodded.
"You are welcome." He nodded before he left the hospital to return to the forest.
Dumbledore shut the door behind him and then turned back to Madam Pomfrey, "Do you really think Chanse could die?"
"So far," Madam Pomfrey began, "her health as yet to decrease."
"Is there any signs of it decreasing?"
"No...not one."
Dumbledore sighed in relief, "Thank Merlin."
"Yes but I think you should get some sleep before it becomes morning." Madam Pomfrey started moving Dumbledore towards the door.
"I suppose your right."
"Of coarse I am," Madam Pomfrey, laughed, "you've done all you can do for her now."
"Goodnight Poppy." Dumbledore smiled before he left the room.
"Goodnight sir." She whispered as she shut the door behind him.
Madam Pomfrey turned around to the cold dark room, with just Chanse unconscious in it. She slowly walked over to Chanse's bed and pushed Chanse's feet down underneath the cover and then she raised the covers over Chanse's body; laying flap across Chanse's chest.
When she was finished tidy up the room, she walked over to the door, opened it, and then looked back into the room. She looked over at the small wooden desk in the corner, then she looked at Chanse, and then last she looked over at the large window, which had a silver symbol shining drawing itself in the middle of the window.
She slowly made her way closer and closer to the symbol, until she came close enough to see what it was it was slowly turning into; the lines that were already drawn were making the shape of a pentacle. She walked over to the window and tried to wipe the pentacle off but it was almost like a sign on the window. Madam Pomfrey paused for a moment and stared at the pentacle, until she saw a figure moving down in the courtyard.
She looked down and saw Ronan down in the courtyard who was pointing at the window, while moving his finger round.
"He's drawing the pentacle." Madam Pomfrey looked back at the now finished pentacle, "but why?"
She looked down in the courtyard and saw the tail of Ronan as he left the castle to head back into the Forbidden Forest.
She stared at the pentacle and then looked over at Chanse, whose face was lit up by the shining light of the pentacle. Madam Pomfrey let out a small laugh, "Pentacles are meant to protect and guide people in need," she reminded herself.
She looked out at the tops of the trees of the Forbidden Forest, "Thank you Ronan." She whispered.
She slowly walked out of the room, down the hall to her desk, where she found Brandon and Oliver still asleep. "It's nice to see neither one of these two of gallivanted off to find a way to see Miss Chanse." She laughed to herself as she sat down at her desk and began to work on some papers.
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"Flawkes what you found tonight was pure genius," Dumbledore praised his phoenix, who loved ever minute of it. "We couldn't have figured Chanse's mumbles out without you," Flawkes cooed with pleasure. "But I can't help but be disturbed by Ronan's comments about Chanse." Dumbledore sighed, and Flawkes listened carefully, "I hope what Ronan saw in the stars is wrong," Dumbledore, sighed as he stroke the back of his large fiery phoenix, who was busy thinking, "for Chanse's sake." Flawkes slowly shed a small tear.
Dumbledore grabbed his cloak and headed out of his corridor. He ran out of the room. He quickly walked down the cold dark hallway, past the Great Hall, past the courtyard, past the out rim of Hogwarts, and strait to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Dumbledore looked around inside the giant dark forest and saw no trace of any sort of life anywhere inside. He took a deep breath in and entered the forest. He wondered around inside of the large forest and still saw no life inside.
"What brings the great Dumbledore here to the forest?" A voice asked.
Dumbledore turned to find and large Centaur standing in front of him, "Hello Ronan." Dumbledore nodded.
"What bring thee out here to this majestic place?" Ronan repeated.
"I found these," Dumbledore held out a hand full of blue hairs, "on Miss Potter's robe as well as on Hagrid's doorstep."
"Even some of the smartest wizard wouldn't have found those."
"Well I did," Dumbledore said sternly, "and they seem to match your hairs as far as I can see."
"That they do," Ronan nodded, "but there are many other Centaurs in the forest."
"They would have come forward right now instead of you, if it was them."
"This is so true." Ronan agreed.
"So they are your hairs?"
"The hairs that came off my back are that of the same of those that lie in your hand."
"If they are your hairs, Ronan, why were they on Hagrid's doorstep and Chanse's robes?"
"I foresaw all of these dark times unveil themselves in the stars in last nights in the clear sky."
"What did you see Ronan?"
"The stars the shined bright in the sky last night told of the tale of a being and a great evil that prevailed over the land. The being goes through many challenges before fighting the great evil. They suffer numerous attacks on them it all forms of way."
Ronan turned to Dumbledore and stared deep into Dumbledore old wise eyes. "Ronan what happens next?"
"As you wish," Ronan nodded. "The being battled the great evil in the voyage to find the past that shows through the future, through the shut eye lids of the being. But with the past being in the future in shows to be trickery of the evil. The being is lured into the darkness.
The being battles the evil and proves to be victorious, except in one part..." Ronan's voice trailed off.
"Ronan please finish." Dumbledore pleaded.
"The being is killed by the great evil in order to save the land." Ronan whispered.
"Is this being Chanse?" Dumbledore asked.
"The star do not give a proper face to match that of the beings."
"Ronan tell me what the stars said, without the riddles."
"I speak that of the stars, and the stars are the ones you should tell not to speak in the twisted tongues." Ronan started to walk back into the darkness of the forest.
"Ronan please no more with the riddles," Dumbledore pleaded, "a poor girl's life is at stake."
"Chanse?" Ronan gasped as he turned around.
Dumbledore slowly nodded his head, "She's mumbling things in her sleep and sometimes when she's awake."
"Take me to her."
"I will not."
"And why not?"
"Not unless you tell me what happened to her."
"On the way back to the castle I will tell thee."
"Then lets go now," Dumbledore, gestured to leave the forest, "before it's too late for young Chanse."
"I agree with thee."
Ronan followed along side of Dumbledore as the two of them walked as fast as they could to leave the forest. They darted over roots in the ground and ran past trees, which seemed to become a blur of the past.
"Are you going to tell me?" Dumbledore panted as he walked quickly through the forest.
"Yes," Ronan panted, "but it is much to hard to speak of when I am in such a heavy pace."
Dumbledore quickly followed behind Ronan as they left the forest and stood in the open by Hagrid's hut.
"Then we will rest while you tell me this story," Dumbledore said sternly.
"As you wish," Ronan nodded. "When you've wandered these woods for long periods of time, and you read the stars; you have the ability to sense danger," Ronan began. "I was looking upon the stars and stealing their secrets of the future when I saw that they foretold of danger in my forest."
"In the forest?" Dumbledore gasped.
"Yes," Ronan nodded. "I stole from the stars as much as they would let me. They told me that a great danger lurked inside of the Forbidden Forest. That danger's power was to be challenged by someone who had faced them before...and won."
Dumbledore listened carefully and tried to decode Ronan's Centaur riddles.
"I ran through the darkness of the giant canapé of the branches towards where I was whispered to go. I came upon the sight of the danger, and the light in which had defeated it before. They raged in a fierce battle, until the darkness pulled a trick from underneath it's cloak. It cast out it demons against the one who would oppose the evil one, and that was the good one."
"I'm not following your riddles Ronan," Dumbledore pleaded, "please tell me so that I can understand."
"The good one cast out it's angels against the evil ones demons. The angels and demons raged in a battle of their own until they both fled back to their original holder."
"Please Ronan."
"The evil one was shattered by his demons, who were angels in disguise," Dumbledore opened his mouth to say something to Ronan, who took a deep breath in and continued. "While the good one was overcome by the mixture of demons and angels swirled into one entity."
Dumbledore closed his mouth and thought about what Ronan had just said. "What happened to the good one?"
"The good one was cast to fall to the cold cruel earth in which it had stood on before."
"It died?"
"No," Ronan sighed, "but it will in due time."
"Who is the evil one? Who is the good one?"
"When I heard the whispers of the stars telling me that the evil one was gone and then I ventured out into the clearing. I picked up the good one, who appeared to be asleep, and carried it back to this point," Ronan looked around. "I placed it over there in hopes that some other good would provide help, that I could not provide."
Ronan shut his mouth and stared into Dumbledore's eyes. "Is that the end?" Dumbledore whispered.
"That it is." Ronan nodded.
"Chanse is the good one."
"That she is."
"And who is the evil one?"
"You know it's in the back of your mind but you wish not to think it."
"Voldemort?"
"That he was."
"So Voldemort is gone," Dumbledore had a small twinkle in his eye when he said that.
"That he is."
Dumbledore twinkle faded and he opened his mouth, "And Chanse is to die?"
"That she is." Ronan whispered.
"Is there anyway to prevent that?"
Ronan looked up into the sky and his eyes flickered from one star to the next. "The stars whisper to be that there is no way."
"We must get back to Chanse." Dumbledore said sternly as he quickly walked to the castle.
"Yes, we should." Ronan trotted after Dumbledore.
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"Please Ronan stay quiet," Dumbledore whispered as he walked pasted the sleeping Oliver and Brandon.
"I will try," Ronan whispered back, as he quietly picked up his hooves and placed them gently down on the cold tile.
They made their way down the long white hallway until they reached the end where Chanse was sleeping. Dumbledore softly pushed the door open and looked around inside...there was only Chanse.
"Madam Pomfrey must be in another room." Dumbledore whispered to himself and Ronan. "This way." Dumbledore opened the door to Ronan.
"Thank you sir." Ronan bowed as he entered the hospital room.
"The lights too bright," Chanse mumbled. "Please don't hurt me." She rolled around inside of the covers, "let him go."
"Where is the window?" Ronan whispered as he stared at Chanse.
"Over there," Dumbledore also stared at Chanse as he pointed to the large balcony window the left.
Ronan softly trotted over to the window and stared up at the shining stars. His blue eyes flicked around the stars, as he listened to their silent whispers to reveal the future to him.
"LET HIM GO!" Chanse screamed as she sat up; wide-awake.
"What's going on in here?" Madam Pomfrey yelled as she burst through the door.
"Hello Poppy," Dumbledore nodded.
"What's wrong with Chanse?" Madam Pomfrey panted.
"Please Poppy," Dumbledore whispered, "be quiet while Ronan reads the stars to find out why Chanse is mumbling...or even find out what she's mumbling about."
"Albus," Madam Pomfrey walked closer to Dumbledore, "why is there a centaur in my hospital?"
"Ronan is the reason why Chanse is alive." Dumbledore whispered.
"Oh," Madam Pomfrey looked over at the giant blue centaur, which was standing in the moonlight from the window.
"I see," Ronan muttered softly as his eyes continued to flicker around the night's sky. "It can not be." He gasped.
"What is it?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"Poppy," Dumbledore hissed, "please."
"I'm sorry." Madam Pomfrey whispered.
"Chanse has seen this light before," Ronan began as he started to walk towards the center of the room. "She saw it was while trying to save her brother...and she succeeded then." He said calmly. "This time when she saw it she wasn't as lucky as before," he bowed his head, and then raised it to look at Chanse, who was rocking back and forth on her hospital bed. "This time she tried to save herself...and she failed."
"Did the stars tell you what this light is and was?" Dumbledore asked.
"That they did." Ronan whispered.
There was a long pause before anyone spoke.
"So sharp and so bright," Chanse began to sing, "it penetrates the night. It runs through my soul," her voice got softer, "and now I'm the one to go."
"Ronan please tell us what the light is." Madam Pomfrey blurted out as she stared at Chanse.
"That I can not." Ronan whispered.
Madam Pomfrey stood still and stared at Ronan in shock. "Why can't you tell us?"
"For the stars tell me not to."
Madam Pomfrey straightened her back and marched up to Ronan, "Ronan you will tell me what this light is before I am forced to take drastic measures." She threatened.
"You have no right to make the call of what I tell and what I keep." Ronan stared down the small nurse.
"In my hospital," Madam Pomfrey took a step forward, "I have all right."
"You may have the right in your hospital but in my life you do not."
"In coming here to see Chanse, you made her part of your life," Madam Pomfrey's eyes narrowed, "and I'm the one who's struggling to keep her life alive," her voice grew colder. "So intern you made me part of your life...and I control that part," She said coldly, "so, Ronan...tell me what those damn stars say about Chanse...right now!" Her voice rose.
"I will tell thee." Ronan sighed.
"Thank you," Madam Pomfrey sighed as she took a step back from Ronan's face.
"This light that Chanse has seen before and recently as been your worst fears," Ronan sighed, "Avada Kendarva." He whispered.
"The light," Chanse whispered before she fell back onto her bed with a soft thump.
"Chanse?" Madam Pomfrey ran over to Chanse's bedside, "Chanse!" She grabbed Chanse's wrist and pressed down on it.
"Poppy?" Dumbledore whispered.
"She's unconscious," she sighed in relief, "thank Merlin."
"Yes, thank Merlin." Dumbledore sighed.
"I need to return," Ronan whispered as he headed towards the door.
"Ronan." Dumbledore whispered.
"Yes?"
"Did the stars really say Chanse is to die?"
"They said she will suffer more then she is now."
"But they didn't say she was to die."
"They did not say that in those words, but the feeling if that of another."
"Thank you Ronan." Dumbledore nodded.
"You are welcome." He nodded before he left the hospital to return to the forest.
Dumbledore shut the door behind him and then turned back to Madam Pomfrey, "Do you really think Chanse could die?"
"So far," Madam Pomfrey began, "her health as yet to decrease."
"Is there any signs of it decreasing?"
"No...not one."
Dumbledore sighed in relief, "Thank Merlin."
"Yes but I think you should get some sleep before it becomes morning." Madam Pomfrey started moving Dumbledore towards the door.
"I suppose your right."
"Of coarse I am," Madam Pomfrey, laughed, "you've done all you can do for her now."
"Goodnight Poppy." Dumbledore smiled before he left the room.
"Goodnight sir." She whispered as she shut the door behind him.
Madam Pomfrey turned around to the cold dark room, with just Chanse unconscious in it. She slowly walked over to Chanse's bed and pushed Chanse's feet down underneath the cover and then she raised the covers over Chanse's body; laying flap across Chanse's chest.
When she was finished tidy up the room, she walked over to the door, opened it, and then looked back into the room. She looked over at the small wooden desk in the corner, then she looked at Chanse, and then last she looked over at the large window, which had a silver symbol shining drawing itself in the middle of the window.
She slowly made her way closer and closer to the symbol, until she came close enough to see what it was it was slowly turning into; the lines that were already drawn were making the shape of a pentacle. She walked over to the window and tried to wipe the pentacle off but it was almost like a sign on the window. Madam Pomfrey paused for a moment and stared at the pentacle, until she saw a figure moving down in the courtyard.
She looked down and saw Ronan down in the courtyard who was pointing at the window, while moving his finger round.
"He's drawing the pentacle." Madam Pomfrey looked back at the now finished pentacle, "but why?"
She looked down in the courtyard and saw the tail of Ronan as he left the castle to head back into the Forbidden Forest.
She stared at the pentacle and then looked over at Chanse, whose face was lit up by the shining light of the pentacle. Madam Pomfrey let out a small laugh, "Pentacles are meant to protect and guide people in need," she reminded herself.
She looked out at the tops of the trees of the Forbidden Forest, "Thank you Ronan." She whispered.
She slowly walked out of the room, down the hall to her desk, where she found Brandon and Oliver still asleep. "It's nice to see neither one of these two of gallivanted off to find a way to see Miss Chanse." She laughed to herself as she sat down at her desk and began to work on some papers.
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"Flawkes what you found tonight was pure genius," Dumbledore praised his phoenix, who loved ever minute of it. "We couldn't have figured Chanse's mumbles out without you," Flawkes cooed with pleasure. "But I can't help but be disturbed by Ronan's comments about Chanse." Dumbledore sighed, and Flawkes listened carefully, "I hope what Ronan saw in the stars is wrong," Dumbledore, sighed as he stroke the back of his large fiery phoenix, who was busy thinking, "for Chanse's sake." Flawkes slowly shed a small tear.