Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, nor do I own Harry Potter.
(J.K Rowling owns them, lucky woman.) I only own my original characters and
my own original plot.
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Chapter 21: A Visit from Dear Old Mum
Ever since Jesabelle and Draco had that "close call", they decided that they would limit contact with each other, meaning that they would not enter each other's rooms, and that they would limit their kisses. Sure, it was difficult, but they both did not want to take the risk of doing it and getting Jesabelle pregnant.
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"What could you dream mean, Jesabelle?" Hermione asked one afternoon.
They were all sitting nearby a secluded tree next to the lake. Jesabelle had just finished explaining, and in great detail, her dream. Harry and Ron looked at each other seriously as Ginny stroke Jesabelle's arm comfortingly. Luna was sitting next to Hermione, while Neville stood, leaning against the tree's trunk, looking out at the lake thoughtfully.
"I don't know." Jesabelle said. "But I have had dreams like this before."
"What?" Harry asked.
"I've had nightmares like this before, when I was younger, after my mother died. I haven't had any such dreams for a while, actually, ever since a year ago." Jesabelle said.
"It could be a premonition of some sort." Neville said, diverting his gaze from the lake and to Jesabelle.
"It's possible." Luna said, while the others nodded in agreement.
"I don't know." Jesabelle said. "But the last time I had a dream like that, something happened."
"What?" Hermione asked.
"I can't say. I'd rather not talk about it right now." Jesabelle said, looking at the lake.
The others looked at each other questioningly. Then the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, and the beginning of the afternoon classes. They got up reluctantly and headed back to the castle.
A few minutes later, Ginny, Harry, Ron, and Jesabelle waved goodbye to Hermione and Luna, who were going to Arithmacy. They turned around and headed up to the tower, where they were going to have Divination.
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They were just in time for class as they clambered up the ladder, leading up to their classroom, surprised that Professor Trelawney was already there, not making her dramatic entrance.
"Have a seat everyone and welcome back into another lesson of the unknown." Professor Trelawney said, her voice still misty, her bangles dangling as she stretched her arms in a sign of welcome.
Harry, Ron, Neville, and Jesabelle took a table at the far end of the class.
"Is she a seer?" Jesabelle asked.
"Yes," Professor Trelawney said, making the others jump, "I am a seer, Ms." She made her way to Harry's table, looking at Jesabelle. "Ms. Jesabelle Potter."
"Yes." Jesabelle said, keeping eye contact with her. They stayed that way for a few seconds until Professor Trelawney looked away, as if something had pained her eyes.
"All right class," Trelawney said, slowing walking away from their table. "Take out you books and turn to page 113, in which you will read the article on our further study of palm reading. When finished, pair up with someone, and using the book, try to make out the meanings of the lines on your partner's hands. You may begin."
Everyone took out their books and began reading. The smell from the fireplace was already making Harry and Ron drowsy.
"Bloody hell," Ron said, "I'm falling asleep again."
"Same here mate, but I forgot the chocolate." Harry said, shrugging.
Ever since their fifth year, Harry and Ron decided they had to find a way to keep themselves awake, since the misty draft of incense from the fireplace did nasty things to you if you fell asleep. A few months before this year, they had discovered that chocolate was able to keep them alert for those torturous days they had to spend in Trelawney's classes.
"Hold on." Neville said. "I think I have some."
A few minutes later, Harry and Ron were wide awake, and had paired up, Harry reading Ron's palm, while Neville read Jesabelle's.
"I can't really read the line on your right thumb Harry." Ron said, looking at the book. "The book doesn't say anything about this line.
Harry referred to his book as well, looking from the diagrams to his thumb. "Hmm, that's strange, you're right Ron."
"It seems that Jesabelle has the same line on the same thumb mates." Neville said, looking up at them.
"A new line that is not dictated in the book my dears?" Trelawney said from behind Ron, making him jump up. "I'm sorry dear, do calm down." Trelawney said apologetically, as Ron sat down.
Trelawney took Harry's hand, while the class watched in anticipation.
"These lines cross each other, forming some sort of pattern." Trelawney said. "In all my years, I never actually thought it be true but I never thought I'd live to see this."
"What is it Professor?" Paravati Patil asked.
"This class," Trelawney said, raising Harry's hand a little. "is an example of the destiny lines."
"But aren't they all lines that tell your destiny, Professor?" Lavender Brown asked.
"Yes, but these are unique." Trelawney said. "It was said that two people who possessed the same destiny line had destinies that cross each other, that are bound together, that the two share a related fate."
The class looked around at each other, as Trelawney continued. "In all the years of wizardry, there has only been two people who shared the same destiny lines. And they were King Arthur and Merlin himself. But, it was never proven true."
She paused again dramatically and continued, turning to Harry. "Who else posses such a line, Harry?"
"Jesabelle does, Professor." Neville said.
Trelawney glided over to Jesabelle and gently took her hand, looking at her palm. Her eyes widened. "So it is true!" she cried, causing everyone to look at her questioningly. "The destiny lines are real class. Both Potters have these lines. They share a bounded fate!"
Jesabelle looked at Harry questioningly, who returned her look.
Trelawney turned back to Jesabelle's palm, tracing each line with her thin, bony fingers.
"Your palm is very disturbing, Jesabelle." Trelawney said. "You've had a troubled childhood, and an even more troubled teenaged life. Even you adult life seems very rickety. You've been having many dre-"
"Please Professor," Jesabelle said, "I would rather that you did not dictate my fate to the class, that is my own business."
"Of course, my apologies." Trelawney said, releasing her palm, as the bell rang. "There will be no homework for tonight class."
They all looked at each other, then at Jesabelle as they gathered their things. Trelawney had never dismissed them without homework. Never.
"Jesabelle, I would like to see you after class." Trelawney said.
Jesabelle nodded at the others, telling them that she will meet them at the Great Hall for dinner.
Trelawney sat in an armchair next to the fire and looked at Jesabelle through her spectacles. Jesabelle stood two feet in front of her.
"I suppose you're the one Dumbledore told the faculty about." Trelawney said.
"I guess so, unless they're another person like me lurking around in the castle Professor." Jesabelle said.
"I just wanted to tell you that I understand everything that has been going on with you, and I want you to be careful, even more careful than you have been for the past school year." Trelawney said.
"But how did you-" Jesabelle started.
"Know? I have seen it." Trelawney said.
Jesabelle nodded in understanding.
"All right then, that is all, have a good dinner Ms. Potter." Trelawney said.
"Thank you Professor, you too." Jesabelle said, gathering her things.
She was about to open the latch and step down the ladder when another voice spoke.
"Wait, Jesabelle." The voice said. The voice was sweet, melodic, warm.
Jesabelle turned around and looked around the room, seeing no one but Professor Trelawney.
"Who's there?" Jesabelle asked, taking out her wand.
"You do not need that wand with me, darling. I'm right here."
Jesabelle followed the voice and looked at Trelawney. It was then that she realized that her eyes were out of focus. She was about to panic when she heard the voice again.
"Do you not know who I am?" the voice asked.
"But, wait, that can't be. Mother?" Jesabelle asked in disbelief.
"Hello darling." The voice said. The voice was coming from Trelawney herself. And Jesabelle realized that she was probably possessed by her mother's spirit.
"What are you doing here?" Jesabelle asked.
"I do not have much time to explain, my time here is limited." Gema Potter said from Professor Trelawney's body. "I came to give you a warning."
"What is it?" Jesabelle said, shivering despite the warmth of the room.
"It is about your dream." Gema said.
"What about it?" Jesabelle asked.
"Neville was right when he said it could be some sort of premonition. What it means, I do not know. But, you're time here at Hogwarts is limited."
"My time, what?" Jesabelle asked.
"Everything about your past will be revealed. You father is coming for you." Gema said.
"No, that can't be possible; I've worked so hard to hide everything. And father can't come for me, I am safe here, I would never leave." Jesabelle said.
"I know my daughter, I know." Gema said. "That is the same way I felt when people told me to leave your father; that things were getting dangerous with the Dark Lord. But I thought that everything would be all right, as you do, and that I would be safe. But no, circumstances, forced to me to flee. As you will as well."
"But," Jesabelle started.
"Let me finish.' Gema said sternly. "Things will happen, events will take place. And somehow, you will be forced out of Hogwarts by none other than yourself. In your pursuit to protect those you love and to escape the pain that will endure. But you will be caught, and then everything will fall into place. And Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna, and Neville will know the truth."
"Is there any way I can stop this from happening Mother?" Jesabelle said, getting on her knees. "Tell me, please!" she begged. "I do not want them to know the truth. They will leave me."
"Darling if there was a way, I would tell you, and believe me, I would do anything to be there right now to help you through, but I can't." Gema said.
"But," Jesabelle stammered again.
"Shh." Gema said, comfortingly. "Jesabelle, you have survived many things like this before, and you have been strong, and for that I am proud of you. But now is the time to use the strength you have, and be ready to face what is going to come, or else you might be defeated by the Dark Lord."
"Why do things always take the wrong turn for us, mother?" Jesabelle asked.
"They don't always turn out that way." Gema said, "It's just that we haven't been fortunate enough to experience more of the good times, than the bad times. It is nearing the time for you to stand up and fight, or else the darkness of your past will pull you back in again."
There was silence for a while, in which only the crackles of the fire could be heard.
"It is time for my departure." Gema said. "Goodbye Jesabelle, I love you."
"Goodbye." Jesabelle whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks as she got up. Turning toward the room again she whispered, "I love you too mother.", and descended down the ladder.
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Yay! I'm done. Thanks to all my reviewers! And a Happy Belated Thanksgiving to all of my readers! Take care everyone. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Please read and review!
Coming Up.........
Chapter 22: Is Draco having second thoughts about his relationship with Jesabelle? What will the others think about Trelawney's possession, and about the words that were spoken to Jesabelle by her mother?
Tune in for the next Chapter!
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Chapter 21: A Visit from Dear Old Mum
Ever since Jesabelle and Draco had that "close call", they decided that they would limit contact with each other, meaning that they would not enter each other's rooms, and that they would limit their kisses. Sure, it was difficult, but they both did not want to take the risk of doing it and getting Jesabelle pregnant.
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"What could you dream mean, Jesabelle?" Hermione asked one afternoon.
They were all sitting nearby a secluded tree next to the lake. Jesabelle had just finished explaining, and in great detail, her dream. Harry and Ron looked at each other seriously as Ginny stroke Jesabelle's arm comfortingly. Luna was sitting next to Hermione, while Neville stood, leaning against the tree's trunk, looking out at the lake thoughtfully.
"I don't know." Jesabelle said. "But I have had dreams like this before."
"What?" Harry asked.
"I've had nightmares like this before, when I was younger, after my mother died. I haven't had any such dreams for a while, actually, ever since a year ago." Jesabelle said.
"It could be a premonition of some sort." Neville said, diverting his gaze from the lake and to Jesabelle.
"It's possible." Luna said, while the others nodded in agreement.
"I don't know." Jesabelle said. "But the last time I had a dream like that, something happened."
"What?" Hermione asked.
"I can't say. I'd rather not talk about it right now." Jesabelle said, looking at the lake.
The others looked at each other questioningly. Then the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, and the beginning of the afternoon classes. They got up reluctantly and headed back to the castle.
A few minutes later, Ginny, Harry, Ron, and Jesabelle waved goodbye to Hermione and Luna, who were going to Arithmacy. They turned around and headed up to the tower, where they were going to have Divination.
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They were just in time for class as they clambered up the ladder, leading up to their classroom, surprised that Professor Trelawney was already there, not making her dramatic entrance.
"Have a seat everyone and welcome back into another lesson of the unknown." Professor Trelawney said, her voice still misty, her bangles dangling as she stretched her arms in a sign of welcome.
Harry, Ron, Neville, and Jesabelle took a table at the far end of the class.
"Is she a seer?" Jesabelle asked.
"Yes," Professor Trelawney said, making the others jump, "I am a seer, Ms." She made her way to Harry's table, looking at Jesabelle. "Ms. Jesabelle Potter."
"Yes." Jesabelle said, keeping eye contact with her. They stayed that way for a few seconds until Professor Trelawney looked away, as if something had pained her eyes.
"All right class," Trelawney said, slowing walking away from their table. "Take out you books and turn to page 113, in which you will read the article on our further study of palm reading. When finished, pair up with someone, and using the book, try to make out the meanings of the lines on your partner's hands. You may begin."
Everyone took out their books and began reading. The smell from the fireplace was already making Harry and Ron drowsy.
"Bloody hell," Ron said, "I'm falling asleep again."
"Same here mate, but I forgot the chocolate." Harry said, shrugging.
Ever since their fifth year, Harry and Ron decided they had to find a way to keep themselves awake, since the misty draft of incense from the fireplace did nasty things to you if you fell asleep. A few months before this year, they had discovered that chocolate was able to keep them alert for those torturous days they had to spend in Trelawney's classes.
"Hold on." Neville said. "I think I have some."
A few minutes later, Harry and Ron were wide awake, and had paired up, Harry reading Ron's palm, while Neville read Jesabelle's.
"I can't really read the line on your right thumb Harry." Ron said, looking at the book. "The book doesn't say anything about this line.
Harry referred to his book as well, looking from the diagrams to his thumb. "Hmm, that's strange, you're right Ron."
"It seems that Jesabelle has the same line on the same thumb mates." Neville said, looking up at them.
"A new line that is not dictated in the book my dears?" Trelawney said from behind Ron, making him jump up. "I'm sorry dear, do calm down." Trelawney said apologetically, as Ron sat down.
Trelawney took Harry's hand, while the class watched in anticipation.
"These lines cross each other, forming some sort of pattern." Trelawney said. "In all my years, I never actually thought it be true but I never thought I'd live to see this."
"What is it Professor?" Paravati Patil asked.
"This class," Trelawney said, raising Harry's hand a little. "is an example of the destiny lines."
"But aren't they all lines that tell your destiny, Professor?" Lavender Brown asked.
"Yes, but these are unique." Trelawney said. "It was said that two people who possessed the same destiny line had destinies that cross each other, that are bound together, that the two share a related fate."
The class looked around at each other, as Trelawney continued. "In all the years of wizardry, there has only been two people who shared the same destiny lines. And they were King Arthur and Merlin himself. But, it was never proven true."
She paused again dramatically and continued, turning to Harry. "Who else posses such a line, Harry?"
"Jesabelle does, Professor." Neville said.
Trelawney glided over to Jesabelle and gently took her hand, looking at her palm. Her eyes widened. "So it is true!" she cried, causing everyone to look at her questioningly. "The destiny lines are real class. Both Potters have these lines. They share a bounded fate!"
Jesabelle looked at Harry questioningly, who returned her look.
Trelawney turned back to Jesabelle's palm, tracing each line with her thin, bony fingers.
"Your palm is very disturbing, Jesabelle." Trelawney said. "You've had a troubled childhood, and an even more troubled teenaged life. Even you adult life seems very rickety. You've been having many dre-"
"Please Professor," Jesabelle said, "I would rather that you did not dictate my fate to the class, that is my own business."
"Of course, my apologies." Trelawney said, releasing her palm, as the bell rang. "There will be no homework for tonight class."
They all looked at each other, then at Jesabelle as they gathered their things. Trelawney had never dismissed them without homework. Never.
"Jesabelle, I would like to see you after class." Trelawney said.
Jesabelle nodded at the others, telling them that she will meet them at the Great Hall for dinner.
Trelawney sat in an armchair next to the fire and looked at Jesabelle through her spectacles. Jesabelle stood two feet in front of her.
"I suppose you're the one Dumbledore told the faculty about." Trelawney said.
"I guess so, unless they're another person like me lurking around in the castle Professor." Jesabelle said.
"I just wanted to tell you that I understand everything that has been going on with you, and I want you to be careful, even more careful than you have been for the past school year." Trelawney said.
"But how did you-" Jesabelle started.
"Know? I have seen it." Trelawney said.
Jesabelle nodded in understanding.
"All right then, that is all, have a good dinner Ms. Potter." Trelawney said.
"Thank you Professor, you too." Jesabelle said, gathering her things.
She was about to open the latch and step down the ladder when another voice spoke.
"Wait, Jesabelle." The voice said. The voice was sweet, melodic, warm.
Jesabelle turned around and looked around the room, seeing no one but Professor Trelawney.
"Who's there?" Jesabelle asked, taking out her wand.
"You do not need that wand with me, darling. I'm right here."
Jesabelle followed the voice and looked at Trelawney. It was then that she realized that her eyes were out of focus. She was about to panic when she heard the voice again.
"Do you not know who I am?" the voice asked.
"But, wait, that can't be. Mother?" Jesabelle asked in disbelief.
"Hello darling." The voice said. The voice was coming from Trelawney herself. And Jesabelle realized that she was probably possessed by her mother's spirit.
"What are you doing here?" Jesabelle asked.
"I do not have much time to explain, my time here is limited." Gema Potter said from Professor Trelawney's body. "I came to give you a warning."
"What is it?" Jesabelle said, shivering despite the warmth of the room.
"It is about your dream." Gema said.
"What about it?" Jesabelle asked.
"Neville was right when he said it could be some sort of premonition. What it means, I do not know. But, you're time here at Hogwarts is limited."
"My time, what?" Jesabelle asked.
"Everything about your past will be revealed. You father is coming for you." Gema said.
"No, that can't be possible; I've worked so hard to hide everything. And father can't come for me, I am safe here, I would never leave." Jesabelle said.
"I know my daughter, I know." Gema said. "That is the same way I felt when people told me to leave your father; that things were getting dangerous with the Dark Lord. But I thought that everything would be all right, as you do, and that I would be safe. But no, circumstances, forced to me to flee. As you will as well."
"But," Jesabelle started.
"Let me finish.' Gema said sternly. "Things will happen, events will take place. And somehow, you will be forced out of Hogwarts by none other than yourself. In your pursuit to protect those you love and to escape the pain that will endure. But you will be caught, and then everything will fall into place. And Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna, and Neville will know the truth."
"Is there any way I can stop this from happening Mother?" Jesabelle said, getting on her knees. "Tell me, please!" she begged. "I do not want them to know the truth. They will leave me."
"Darling if there was a way, I would tell you, and believe me, I would do anything to be there right now to help you through, but I can't." Gema said.
"But," Jesabelle stammered again.
"Shh." Gema said, comfortingly. "Jesabelle, you have survived many things like this before, and you have been strong, and for that I am proud of you. But now is the time to use the strength you have, and be ready to face what is going to come, or else you might be defeated by the Dark Lord."
"Why do things always take the wrong turn for us, mother?" Jesabelle asked.
"They don't always turn out that way." Gema said, "It's just that we haven't been fortunate enough to experience more of the good times, than the bad times. It is nearing the time for you to stand up and fight, or else the darkness of your past will pull you back in again."
There was silence for a while, in which only the crackles of the fire could be heard.
"It is time for my departure." Gema said. "Goodbye Jesabelle, I love you."
"Goodbye." Jesabelle whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks as she got up. Turning toward the room again she whispered, "I love you too mother.", and descended down the ladder.
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Yay! I'm done. Thanks to all my reviewers! And a Happy Belated Thanksgiving to all of my readers! Take care everyone. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Please read and review!
Coming Up.........
Chapter 22: Is Draco having second thoughts about his relationship with Jesabelle? What will the others think about Trelawney's possession, and about the words that were spoken to Jesabelle by her mother?
Tune in for the next Chapter!
