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The Girl Who Lived Chapter Eight: The Summons

Everything came together in Daisy's mind. It did seem obvious. Of course Harry was her brother. His eyes were so familiar to her because they were identical to her own. They had the same genes!
Hibou, who couldn't read, said, "Now straight to Dumbledore."
"I don't think Sirius is guilty. He says Dumbledore trusts him," Daisy told him.
"Well," Hibou said doubtfully, "if you say so. I can't make you tell, but if you get in trouble for hiding information on Sirius Black."
"It doesn't say where he is!" Daisy insisted. "It just talks about me."
"He sounds dangerous," Hibou said huffily.

Daisy wasn't sure what she thought of Harry being her brother. She wouldn't tell him of course, or anyone, but every time he saw her he'd look so confused. He didn't say much, talking to Ron when he did. But still, Daisy couldn't help liking him more and more. He was her brother. She tossed it around in her mind. "Harry Potter is my brother." She had always wanted a sibling and she vowed to be the best covert sister she could possibly be.
The discovery of her parent's identities also interested her. Technically her name was now Daisy Potter, but since she couldn't tell anyone she didn't know how that would help her.
By now she knew the story of their demise and Harry's destroying of Voldemort's powers. She no longer felt bitter towards them. Rather she was sad she had never known them. She read in her Everything book about the Halloween night when he had come for them. She wondered if she was there that night. Even if she was, no one would ever know.

Madam Pince looked over Daisy's homework neutrally. "Make an acronym," she muttered thoughtfully before filing it away. It had been three days since the first day of intensive training. She brought out from behind her desk a very old cauldron. Daisy's own was locked away in her trunk, where her letter from Sirius was also hidden.
"Today is your last day with me before you begin lessons with the other first years. We will be going over some potions basics." Daisy dipped her quill in blue ink and wrote "Potions Basics" at the top of her paper.
"Some things you'll want to remember are to try to have a recipe at hand as well as a watch. Always follow directions exactly." Daisy took attentive notes throughout the speech.
"Now you will try to make a simple cleaning solution." She started rummaging around in her desk again.
Daisy's eyes wandered around until they caught on something. A rope was separating a few shelves from the rest of the library. A sign above the shelves read: RESTRICTED SECTION.
"Ah-hem," Madam Pince demanded. She was ready with the potion ingredients, scale, and recipe. "You have a watch?" she inquired.
"Yes," Daisy said, and pointed to the one on her wrist.
"These are prepared," Madam Pince said, pointing to the jars on her desk. "We'll discuss how to properly prepare ingredients after this." She handed over the recipe.
Daisy read through the entire thing before starting. First she added a liter of water and some fluxweed. After two minutes she took a pinch of powdered batwings and tossed it in with flare.
There was a "boom" and smoke rose out from the cauldron. From behind the mist Madam Pince appeared. Matter-of-Factly she stated, "Sometimes that will happen. The potion will sense you're lack of power." She never seemed to be particularly sensitive to the fact that Daisy was "magically challenged." When she said Daisy was a squib it was as if she was saying Daisy had green eyes. Still it made her uncomfortable sometimes.
"If it does," Madam Pince continued, "it will retaliate with explosion. Usually it won't harm the potion, but it will affect the quality. Try to add ingredients mellowly. Personality helps the potion sense." Daisy added the green willow bark as mellowly as possible.

The next day was Saturday, their day off. Hermione wanted to spend the day in the library, and though Daisy had spent enough time in there lately, she went along anyway. Daisy was learning that Hermione was not only overly responsible, but she was also obsessive with being top of the class and knowing everything about everything.
They sat at a table behind a shelf of spell books. Hermione was deeply involved in her arithmancy. Daisy was flipping through her newly assigned copy of A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration, half taking in what she saw.
"Hermione?" she asked. She was trying to summon up her courage to ask her about Harry, something she had been attempting to do ever since she had gotten the letter from Sirius. But Hermione seemed to be quite fascinated with Harry herself, though not quite for the same reason, and Daisy didn't want her to think that she was after Harry. So at the last minute she said, thinking quickly, "What's with the Restricted Section? What do you think is in there?"
Hermione didn't look up right away. She finished her problem and slowly rolled her head to face Daisy. "Well, there's loads of different kinds of stuff. Harry's been in there, he said the books screamed and were bloodstained. I got a pretty gruesome potion book from there once."
"Why?" Daisy asked, intrigued.
"A few years ago there was this basilisk loose in the school, so of course Harry and Ron and I thought it was being controlled by Malfoy."
"Alana?!" Daisy asked, surprised, thinking back to the train.
"No," said Hermione looking confused. "Draco. Don't tell me he has a sister."
"It's his cousin," Daisy told her.
"Great," Hermione said flatly. "Well anyway. Everyone else was being thick and thought it was Harry. So we made this potion out of the book in the Restricted Section to turn into Malfoy's best friends to get him to admit it. But it turned out that it wasn't Malfoy. It was You-Know-Who, well his memory anyway. But Harry took care of that. He killed the memory and the basilisk too," she said passionately.
Daisy raised her eyebrows and Hermione blushed.
"I have a confession to make," she said guiltily.
"Yes," Daisy asked, curious.
"I think," she started slowly, "that I like Harry."
"Wow," Daisy said, unimpressed.
"As more than a friend," Hermione finished.
"Oh," Daisy surprised.
"I've never told that to anyone before," Hermione said, flushed.
"I won't tell anyone," Daisy promised. She thought that this would be a good time to ask about Harry without seeming suspicious. "So, has he always been so quiet? Harry, I mean."
"Not really," Hermione said thinking. "Just since, well, last year when he saw him."
"Vol- You-Know-Who?" Daisy asked. She'd never heard this before.
"Yes. That's how Dumbledore knows he's back in power. Because Harry saw it happen right in front of him. He even saw his parents come out of his wand."
My parents, Daisy thought. "That's awful," she said. She wanted to track Harry down and give him a big hug, but a part of her wanted to go ask him about seeing his, or their, parents, but that didn't seem right, and probably never would.

Monday morning, Daisy's eyes popped open as they had on the first day of school.
"Hermione!" she exclaimed, pulling the curtains back. "I have Transfiguration today!" She couldn't wait to start real lessons.
"I wish I was as lucky," Hermione said. "I have Potions with Snape."
Parvati for once agreed. "Potions is awful. I wish Dumbledore would just sack him."
"Well." Hermione said then trailed off. She looked purposefully at the floor.
Lavender didn't say anything. Daisy got the feeling that she was still mad at her. She found satisfactory evidence in that by the fact that Lavender's new best friend Parvati was often openly cross with her. Daisy didn't really mind. She was avoiding Lavender, too.
At breakfast they sat with Ron and Harry as usual and discussed Professor McGonagall. Hedwig, Harry's snowy owl, came with a letter.
"Finally!" Harry said. "He wrote back." Ron glanced at him nervously.

"Who's it from?" Daisy asked.
Harry looked up at Daisy. "Er, nobody. Just, um, Snuffles." He looked uneasy.
"Okay," Daisy said, laying off.

McGonagall's lesson was even better than Daisy thought it would be. Davey was delighted to have the Ravenclaws join them. He gave Daisy the notes from last week and told her that they had turned matches to needles. This week they were supposed to turn a feather into a leaf. Daisy succeeded finally, but only after a loud "boom!" as with the potion.
McGonagall looked sharply in Daisy's direction, but when Daisy smiled sheepishly and held up an oak leaf, her face softened a little.
Her other classes were also fine. Herbology was her close favorite. Taught by a stout Professor Sprout in the greenhouses, it didn't involve much magic and the soil and plants were a nice retreat.
She also loved Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor McKinnon, as Daisy had decided to now mentally refer to her. They were concentrating on dueling this year. After they learned the basic etiquette of it, it was fun to learn ways to curse their opponents.
David and Davey had instantly chosen each other as dueling partners, so rather than asking Parvati's younger sister, Sugar, to be her partner; she caught the eye of a girl named Shelby Carson. She was nice enough, but really quiet, and not so good at dueling so they were a good match.
Her Charms classes with Professor Flitwick weren't as enjoyable. Flitwick was nice, but the class was shared with Slytherins and all of it was magic, pure magic. Flitwick told her in advance that her first year exam would be to make a pineapple dance across his desk. But, as Daisy could hardly make her feather move farther than an inch off the table, she didn't see how that was possible by Halloween when her first year exams to pass the year were scheduled.
By far the worst class was Potions with the slimy haired, sallow skinned, Professor Snape. Hermione and Ron weren't kidding when they called him a "bloody git!" He was nasty and took a point from Gryffindor for every "boom!" that Daisy's cauldron made, no matter how hard she tried to add the puffer fish eyes nonchalantly.
"I will not tolerate such a disturbance in my classroom," he spat at her. "The next time I hear an explosion from your cauldron, Miss Peterson, ten points will be taken from Gryffindor!"
Across the room Alana Malfoy and her friends giggled. Snape was head of Slytherin House, and it was plain that he favored the Slytherins. He often gave them lavish amounts of points and held their mediocre draughts up for example. Daisy was sure that any Gryffindor giggling would not be tolerated. But thankfully, there were no more ingredients to add and she let her potion simmer for the rest of the lesson.

As October started, the days began to shorten and it rained often. One night Dumbledore stood and raised his goblet to get everyone's attention.
"An announcement, students!" he shouted jovially. "This year at Hogwarts we are going to have a dueling tournament." Some students cheered, others stopped whispering suddenly for fear of being caught not paying attention, but many sat still, their faces turning white.
"Some of you may not be so enthusiastic to enter a contest after last year. But I assure you, it will be safe. You will only be dueling each other and it is completely optional. But it may be a great opportunity to learn some new techniques to defend yourself. There will be seven levels, one for each year. The winner of each level will earn 200 points towards their house and can take the year off from exams." He paused. Daisy could tell her classmates were warming up to the idea. Dumbledore continued, "Professor McKinnon will be the tournament master. Sign up tomorrow in your common rooms and the tournament will begin the day of the first Quidditch match. Please participate and good luck.
A loud chatter broke out all over the Great Hall.
"Are you entering?"
"I'm going you enter!"
"I bet he'll win."
"You should enter, Hermione. You're a good dueler," Harry said.
Hermione blushed and said, "I guess I will."
"How about you, Harry?" Daisy asked. "I've heard you're a good dueler."
"I don't like dueling anymore," he said sullenly.

Daisy wasn't sure how she'd done it, but after a month of hard work, she was confidently prepared for her exams, most of them anyway. She had to cram in learning some other first spells, like lighting a proper "lumos" to her wand, too.
On Halloween before the feast she made a trip to each of her classrooms. She transfigured a mouse into a crude snuffbox for McGonagall. It wasn't pretty, but it didn't have whiskers. She disarmed Professor McKinnon in Defense Against the Dark Arts. She planted a young mandrake in Herbology while donning fuzzy white earmuffs.
Her pineapple did sort of a slow interpretive dance instead of tap for Flitwick, but she was pretty sure she passed. It was more than creepy brewing a forgetfulness potion in the cold dungeon alone with Snape. He was, Daisy was sure, marking her way down for her two minimal "booms!" She could only remain hopeful that she would start second year potions next week as planned.
After all that, the Halloween feast tasted phenomenal. She ate until she was stuffed full with everyone else. Ron joked that something more exciting usually happens on Halloween.
"Where's the troll," Harry said, showing a little humor for once.
"Nothing could go wrong now," said Hermione. But that jinxed it. Something had to go wrong now, and it did.
Daisy was walking back to Gryffindor Tower to tuck in for a good sleep, when she heard something. It sounded like a voice. She followed it back down the corridor until she reached a door where the voice seemed to be coming from.
She paused for a second before gripping the doorknob. It could just be a trick from Peeves, the spiteful school poltergeist. But again she heard the voice. Distinctly it was crying, "Help!"
Daisy pulled the door open and went in. She saw Lavender on the floor. She lay there limply, tears streamed down her cheeks.
She looked up blankly at Daisy, blinked a few times and muttered, "What? Where." The door slammed shut behind Daisy. "No!" cried Lavender.
Daisy was the one to say, "What?" this time.
Lavender looked panicked. "It.it locks us in! We'll just.I can't remember."
Daisy walked over to her old friend, she couldn't deny that, and patted her shoulder awkwardly. "It's okay," she cooed. "It'll be alright. We'll get out of here." Daisy wondered if that was true and how long Lavender had been in here.
"No," Lavender insisted. "It might come back!"
"What? What might come back?" Daisy asked, getting a little scared. Lavender seemed to be a bit off. Maybe the room was bewitched with an insanity charm. It was very small, the size of a jail cell, and totally empty. There was one curved window, but they were on the fourth floor, so escaping through there was out of the question.
"Lavender? What might come back? Did it hurt you? We'll tell Dumbledore so he can make it go away."
"No!" Lavender screeched again. "Dumbledore can't. It'll just be worse! Oh!"
"Lavender!" Daisy said firmly, shaking her by the shoulders, "you have to calm down." But Lavender passed out cold. Daisy caught her easily with the grip she already had. She lay her down on the floor gently. She wished she knew the spell to make someone come to.
She suddenly got an eerie sinking feeling that she was very alone and helpless. She tried the door knowing what the outcome would be. Locked. She tried alohomora, the unlocking spell, but it was no use. Even Hermione would have trouble unlocking this door.
She started banging on the door and yelling, but no one seemed to be in that part of Hogwarts. After ten minutes she finally stopped and slumped to the floor. Lavender was still unconscious and Daisy had no idea what she was going to do.
The lantern hanging from the ceiling suddenly blew out. They were left in darkness. The moon was facing the other side of the castle and Daisy could barely see through the little starlight. She almost started panicking too when she thought she heard something like a whisper. She gripped her wand and shakily conjured up a blue flame as fast as she could, a spell Hermione had taught her.
"Boom!" In the blue glow Daisy quickly determined that they were indeed alone. The "boom!" seemed to have disturbed Lavender and she was coming to.
She blinked her eyes open, saw Daisy, and looked around, bewildered. "Where are we?" she asked.
"Are you okay?" Daisy asked. Lavender was still blinking.
"I'm fine," she snapped. "What did you do?"
"Nothing, I found you in here crying and scared and the door closed behind us. And then you were rambling about something getting you!" Daisy explained.
"What are you talking about?" Lavender said.
"You said." Daisy insisted.
"No, I didn't. Now stop kidding around." She was starting to get irritated. She got up and went to the door. She pulled and pulled, but it wouldn't budge.
"What are we going to do," Daisy moaned, setting the fire on the window ledge.
"Did you try alohamora?" Lavender demanded.
"Yes, it didn't work," Daisy said. "Don't you remember anything?"
"No. I just remember waking up in here," she said, starting to believe what Daisy was saying.
Daisy was getting upset now. "I don't know what we're going to do. How could this happen?"
"I have an idea," Lavender said. "In charms we're learning this spell. It's to summon people. Only Hermione has really gotten it though. Still."
"Well try it," Daisy directed. "Summon Dumbledore."
"Okay," Lavender said and took a deep breath. She pulled out her wand and uttered, Acciocuput Dumbledore!" They waited, their breath bated, and the blue fire glowed on.
"I don't think it worked," Lavender said. "You try it."
"Are you kidding me?" Daisy asked.
"Just try," Lavender begged. Her brown eyes were beginning to tear up. Daisy pictured the old man in her mind.
"Acciocuput Dumbledore!" she cried. Her wand felt warm in her fingers, but there was no boom.
Again they waited. A few minutes later they heard footsteps. "Help us, we're in here!" they yelled, pounding on the door. They heard the handle start to turn and open. At once they leaped from the room, slamming the blue fire inside.
They found themselves entangled on the floor with a surprised Dumbledore.
"Thank you!" Daisy exclaimed and gave him a squeeze.
After they stood up and composed themselves, Dumbledore looked at Daisy seriously, the same remembering look he always gave her.
"Did you summon me?" he inquired, amazed. He put extra emphasis on the word you.
"Yes," Daisy explained rapidly. "We were stuck so we had to, and alohomora wouldn't work!"
"No, no," Dumbledore said. "It's alright that you did, but how? Some adult wizards have trouble with that spell."
Daisy didn't know how she'd done it herself. Charms was her worst subject. How could she use an advanced spell on her first try when she could barely make a piece of fruit move a few feet?
"I guess I was just really needed to. Adrenaline, you know," Daisy mused.
"How long were you in there?" Dumbledore asked.
"I don't know," Daisy said. "I went in right after the feast. Lavender was." Daisy thought about what Lavender had said. "Dumbledore can't. It'll just make it worse!" She decided to leave out the part about what ever was about to "get" Lavender. ".she was there when I opened the door."
"And I guess I passed out, because I don't remember anything," Lavender said.
"Maybe you should go to the hospital wing, Miss Brown," Dumbledore suggested.
"No, I'm fine now," Lavender assured.
"Then hurry to your dorm. This door will be sealed off." He shook his head wearily as they walked up to Gryffindor Tower.

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