Chapter 14
Ancestors
Harry's Head
I wonder what happened. Harry thought as he walked into the Great Hall with Hermione. Even though he's only known Willow for awhile he felt close to her, not how he felt about Hermione, but like family. Harry sighed as he sat down at the Gryfinndor table. Hermione, of course, had he forgotten about the dance? It was three days away and he still hadn't gotten up the courage to ask her. Now Willow, the only person who had been rooting for him and encouraging him, was out of order. He rested his chin in his hands and pouted like he had always seen Dudley do.
Hermione's Head
Hermione sat down next to Harry, at least Will is going to be okay, she thought to herself. She glanced over at Harry, look at Harry, pouting, he looks so cute. No, no, no! He doesn't look cute he's your best friend. She thought to herself as she slammed her palm to her forehead. "Hermione, are you okay? Or do you just like beating yourself up?" Harry asked looking at her curiously. Embarrased she smiled and said, "Uh-huh." Great, Hermione, now he thinks you're a total nutcase, now he'll never ask you to the dance. Hermione Granger! He's just a friend! She ran her fingers through her bushy hair and rested her elbows on the table and witnessed the fight between her heart and her head.
In Willow's Head
Back in the Hospital Wing Willow was becoming herself again-sort of. There, that's my conclusion, Tom is a nut job who likes to go around telling people that they have to save the human race. There's nothing to worry about. She thought to herself as she stared up at the ceiling fan as it circled above her. Denial.
I am not in denial.
Are to.
Are not.
Are to.
Are not.
Are to.
Are not.
Are to infinity.
Shoot.
Ha, ha, I win.
Who are you anyways?
I'm the little voice in your head.
Hey, isn't that a song? 'The little voice in my head won't let me forget-'
Shut up.
Is it bad that your there?
Oh no, of course not. I just come to people who are going crazy
That's comforting.
I know, isn't it?
Before Willow could answer she felt as though she was plunged into cold water. Which was practically what happened since the nurse threw a bucket of ice water on her. "Get up girl, your wasting a bed, come on now." Coughing, Willow got off the bed and began to sputter in the Great Hall.
Harry's Head
I hate this why did Dumbledore have to have this stupid dance anyways? Harry thought to himself as he poked at his eggs, still pouting. I wish willow was here. "Hey guys." Harry looked up and saw Willow sitting in front of him, wet, but nothing the less Willow. Maybe I should try that again. I wish Hermione was my girlfriend. He looked her at her, sigh, it didn't work. "What's wrong? Did they not make the eggs the way you like them, Harry?" Willow teased spotting his pouty face.
"Willow, why are you all wet?" Hermione asked. "Long story," she answered. Then she did something he had never seen anyone do before. She whispered some sort of incantation and she was dry again, no wand, no nothing, just her hands. Harry rubbed his eyes to make sure he ad seen right. "How, how did you do that?" he asked surprised. "Do what?" she asked buttering her toast. "That-thing," he answered waving his hands in the air. "Oh you mean magic?" Harry nodded, "With your hands." he added.
"Hand magic?" Hermione asked joining in on the conversation. "I've actually read something about that. There has actually been only a few known people capable of being able to do hand magic. And the strange thing about it is that every known people have been a direct descendent of Annabella Gryffindor, Godric Gryffindors wife. But only the female descendent's of them have been able to use it. If there were brother and sister only the female was capable, and it was away's the oldest girl. If there were two girls the smaller girl couldn't use hand magic, only the older."
"But that would mean that Will is a descendent of Godric Gryffindor," Harry said puzzled. "Exactly," said Hermione looking amazed at her own brilliance. Suddenly Hermione's eyes grew big with the realization of something. "I have to go to the library," she said as she quickly gathered up her books and began to ran out of the hall. "I'll see you guys at class!" she yelled without even turning to look at them.
"Who's this Godric Gryffindor?" asked Willow taking a sip of juice. "He's one of the four founders of Hogwarts and the founder of the Gryffindor house, hence the name." Harry answered still staring after Hermione. Willow sighed. "You still haven't asked her to the dance, huh?' she asked. He shook his head. "Harry the dance is in, like, three days. You have to ask her sooner or later." she remarked. "It will probably be later." She shook her head and stood up. "You're pathetic, come on, we'll be late for class," Willow said picking up her books.
The sharp winds stung there faces as they walked towards the rough wooden cabin that stood at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. As they approached they saw Hermione standing at the small fence in the back of the cabin. "What did you go to the library for?" Harry asked. "It was an unsuccessful search. Do you still want to hear?" she said staring at her feet. "Of course," Harry said sweetly. She looked up at him and smiled. Okay, this is perfect, I have to ask her now. He thought to himself. "Hey, Hermione," he said. "Ya," she answered. "Do you think maybe you'd want to g-" Just then Tom walked out of the cabin door.
Willow's Head
"What did you go to the library for?" Harry asked. "It was an unsuccessful search. Do you still want t hear?" she said staring at her feet. "Of course," Harry said sweetly. She looked up at him and smiled. Ah, how sweet, Harry, this is the perfect opportunity. Ask her. She thought. "Hey, Hermione," he said. "Ya," she answered. This is it, he's going to ask."Do you think maybe you'd want to g-" Just then Tom walked out of the cabin door. Curse the timing.
"I got close," Harry sighed into Willow's ear. "You can try again later," she whispered back.
"This week's lesson is going to be about the phoenix. It's a firebird that lives, basically forever," said Tom as he began his lesson, "every hundred years they burst into flame and then are reborn from the ashes.
"The phoenix's last cry while it is burning can sometimes tell important information to the listener. The information can be about how someone died, who is out to get you or, if your working on a particularly hard potion but can seem to remember or find an important ingredient, it will tell you what it is or where to find it." He then went around the corner and out of sight for a second and came back with a large bird on his arm. Willow gasped at it's beauty. It had red plumage with orange at the middle of it's wings and a snow white breast.
"Fortunatly, Professor Dumbledore allowed us to borrow his phoenix for this particular lesson. I believe his name is Fawkes." he said setting him on a perch in the middle of the enclosed fence. "You may come over and pet him if you wish." Immediately everybody hopped the fence to go pet the bird. "They can carry very heavy loads and their tears actually have healing powers." he said over the crowd.
Tom finally gave up trying to talk over the exited students so he sat on the fence waiting for class to be over. The bel finally rang and the students scurried to get their bags. "See you next week." he called out. Willow was just about to walk off with Harry and Hermione when Tom called, "Willow, wait, I need to talk to you," he said coming up from behind her. Great, she thought. He wasn't exactly the person she wanted to talk to this morning. "I'm going to be late for class," she said without turning to look at him. "Come on, Willow. Please," he pleaded. She pretended like she couldn't hear him and kept walking. "Will," he said more desperately grabbing her wrist to stop her.
Willow froze in place, chills running up and down her spine. Why was she feeling this way? "Fine," she said pulling herself from his grasp making the sensation go away. "I'll see you guys later," she said to Harry and Hermione and they walked up to the castle. "What do you want?" she asked. "I just wanted to know if you were feeling okay. You know, after this morning and all," he said. "I-I'm fine," she stammered avoiding his eyes. "Are you sure?" She looked up into his eyes, "Yes," she answered softly.
"Willow, we need to talk about what I said yesterday," Tom sighed. Willow shrugged and turned her back to him. "What do you mean? What did we talk about yesterday? I don't remember anything," she said. She knew he was lying yesterday. He had to be, how could she save everyone? "Willow, you can't deny it," he said stepping closer to her. "What do you think I'm doing?" she said turning to face him again. Why are you denying it, again? , came a voice from the back o her head. Oh, no. Not you again, Willow thought to herself.
Hey, is this the guy you said was a nut case?
Why can't you just leave me alone?
He's kinda cute.
No, he's not.
Ya, he is. And you know it.
He's my teacher, that's gross.
But he's your cute and young teacher.
Willow's eyes darted up to Tom. "He's not cute," she accidentally said out loud and quickly slapping her hand over her mouth. Tom gave her a confused look, "What are you talking about?" he said shaking his head at her. "No-nothing," she said looking down in embarrassment and rubbing her head.
Tom pretended like it didn't happen and went on, "Willow, please," he begged, "Please, talk about it with me."
"No," she said stubbornly stalking off. "Don't walk away from me!" he cried walking after her. "What do you think I'm doing?" she said without looking back. "You're going to have to talk about it sooner or later," he said watching her walk back into the castle.
Ancestors
Harry's Head
I wonder what happened. Harry thought as he walked into the Great Hall with Hermione. Even though he's only known Willow for awhile he felt close to her, not how he felt about Hermione, but like family. Harry sighed as he sat down at the Gryfinndor table. Hermione, of course, had he forgotten about the dance? It was three days away and he still hadn't gotten up the courage to ask her. Now Willow, the only person who had been rooting for him and encouraging him, was out of order. He rested his chin in his hands and pouted like he had always seen Dudley do.
Hermione's Head
Hermione sat down next to Harry, at least Will is going to be okay, she thought to herself. She glanced over at Harry, look at Harry, pouting, he looks so cute. No, no, no! He doesn't look cute he's your best friend. She thought to herself as she slammed her palm to her forehead. "Hermione, are you okay? Or do you just like beating yourself up?" Harry asked looking at her curiously. Embarrased she smiled and said, "Uh-huh." Great, Hermione, now he thinks you're a total nutcase, now he'll never ask you to the dance. Hermione Granger! He's just a friend! She ran her fingers through her bushy hair and rested her elbows on the table and witnessed the fight between her heart and her head.
In Willow's Head
Back in the Hospital Wing Willow was becoming herself again-sort of. There, that's my conclusion, Tom is a nut job who likes to go around telling people that they have to save the human race. There's nothing to worry about. She thought to herself as she stared up at the ceiling fan as it circled above her. Denial.
I am not in denial.
Are to.
Are not.
Are to.
Are not.
Are to.
Are not.
Are to infinity.
Shoot.
Ha, ha, I win.
Who are you anyways?
I'm the little voice in your head.
Hey, isn't that a song? 'The little voice in my head won't let me forget-'
Shut up.
Is it bad that your there?
Oh no, of course not. I just come to people who are going crazy
That's comforting.
I know, isn't it?
Before Willow could answer she felt as though she was plunged into cold water. Which was practically what happened since the nurse threw a bucket of ice water on her. "Get up girl, your wasting a bed, come on now." Coughing, Willow got off the bed and began to sputter in the Great Hall.
Harry's Head
I hate this why did Dumbledore have to have this stupid dance anyways? Harry thought to himself as he poked at his eggs, still pouting. I wish willow was here. "Hey guys." Harry looked up and saw Willow sitting in front of him, wet, but nothing the less Willow. Maybe I should try that again. I wish Hermione was my girlfriend. He looked her at her, sigh, it didn't work. "What's wrong? Did they not make the eggs the way you like them, Harry?" Willow teased spotting his pouty face.
"Willow, why are you all wet?" Hermione asked. "Long story," she answered. Then she did something he had never seen anyone do before. She whispered some sort of incantation and she was dry again, no wand, no nothing, just her hands. Harry rubbed his eyes to make sure he ad seen right. "How, how did you do that?" he asked surprised. "Do what?" she asked buttering her toast. "That-thing," he answered waving his hands in the air. "Oh you mean magic?" Harry nodded, "With your hands." he added.
"Hand magic?" Hermione asked joining in on the conversation. "I've actually read something about that. There has actually been only a few known people capable of being able to do hand magic. And the strange thing about it is that every known people have been a direct descendent of Annabella Gryffindor, Godric Gryffindors wife. But only the female descendent's of them have been able to use it. If there were brother and sister only the female was capable, and it was away's the oldest girl. If there were two girls the smaller girl couldn't use hand magic, only the older."
"But that would mean that Will is a descendent of Godric Gryffindor," Harry said puzzled. "Exactly," said Hermione looking amazed at her own brilliance. Suddenly Hermione's eyes grew big with the realization of something. "I have to go to the library," she said as she quickly gathered up her books and began to ran out of the hall. "I'll see you guys at class!" she yelled without even turning to look at them.
"Who's this Godric Gryffindor?" asked Willow taking a sip of juice. "He's one of the four founders of Hogwarts and the founder of the Gryffindor house, hence the name." Harry answered still staring after Hermione. Willow sighed. "You still haven't asked her to the dance, huh?' she asked. He shook his head. "Harry the dance is in, like, three days. You have to ask her sooner or later." she remarked. "It will probably be later." She shook her head and stood up. "You're pathetic, come on, we'll be late for class," Willow said picking up her books.
The sharp winds stung there faces as they walked towards the rough wooden cabin that stood at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. As they approached they saw Hermione standing at the small fence in the back of the cabin. "What did you go to the library for?" Harry asked. "It was an unsuccessful search. Do you still want to hear?" she said staring at her feet. "Of course," Harry said sweetly. She looked up at him and smiled. Okay, this is perfect, I have to ask her now. He thought to himself. "Hey, Hermione," he said. "Ya," she answered. "Do you think maybe you'd want to g-" Just then Tom walked out of the cabin door.
Willow's Head
"What did you go to the library for?" Harry asked. "It was an unsuccessful search. Do you still want t hear?" she said staring at her feet. "Of course," Harry said sweetly. She looked up at him and smiled. Ah, how sweet, Harry, this is the perfect opportunity. Ask her. She thought. "Hey, Hermione," he said. "Ya," she answered. This is it, he's going to ask."Do you think maybe you'd want to g-" Just then Tom walked out of the cabin door. Curse the timing.
"I got close," Harry sighed into Willow's ear. "You can try again later," she whispered back.
"This week's lesson is going to be about the phoenix. It's a firebird that lives, basically forever," said Tom as he began his lesson, "every hundred years they burst into flame and then are reborn from the ashes.
"The phoenix's last cry while it is burning can sometimes tell important information to the listener. The information can be about how someone died, who is out to get you or, if your working on a particularly hard potion but can seem to remember or find an important ingredient, it will tell you what it is or where to find it." He then went around the corner and out of sight for a second and came back with a large bird on his arm. Willow gasped at it's beauty. It had red plumage with orange at the middle of it's wings and a snow white breast.
"Fortunatly, Professor Dumbledore allowed us to borrow his phoenix for this particular lesson. I believe his name is Fawkes." he said setting him on a perch in the middle of the enclosed fence. "You may come over and pet him if you wish." Immediately everybody hopped the fence to go pet the bird. "They can carry very heavy loads and their tears actually have healing powers." he said over the crowd.
Tom finally gave up trying to talk over the exited students so he sat on the fence waiting for class to be over. The bel finally rang and the students scurried to get their bags. "See you next week." he called out. Willow was just about to walk off with Harry and Hermione when Tom called, "Willow, wait, I need to talk to you," he said coming up from behind her. Great, she thought. He wasn't exactly the person she wanted to talk to this morning. "I'm going to be late for class," she said without turning to look at him. "Come on, Willow. Please," he pleaded. She pretended like she couldn't hear him and kept walking. "Will," he said more desperately grabbing her wrist to stop her.
Willow froze in place, chills running up and down her spine. Why was she feeling this way? "Fine," she said pulling herself from his grasp making the sensation go away. "I'll see you guys later," she said to Harry and Hermione and they walked up to the castle. "What do you want?" she asked. "I just wanted to know if you were feeling okay. You know, after this morning and all," he said. "I-I'm fine," she stammered avoiding his eyes. "Are you sure?" She looked up into his eyes, "Yes," she answered softly.
"Willow, we need to talk about what I said yesterday," Tom sighed. Willow shrugged and turned her back to him. "What do you mean? What did we talk about yesterday? I don't remember anything," she said. She knew he was lying yesterday. He had to be, how could she save everyone? "Willow, you can't deny it," he said stepping closer to her. "What do you think I'm doing?" she said turning to face him again. Why are you denying it, again? , came a voice from the back o her head. Oh, no. Not you again, Willow thought to herself.
Hey, is this the guy you said was a nut case?
Why can't you just leave me alone?
He's kinda cute.
No, he's not.
Ya, he is. And you know it.
He's my teacher, that's gross.
But he's your cute and young teacher.
Willow's eyes darted up to Tom. "He's not cute," she accidentally said out loud and quickly slapping her hand over her mouth. Tom gave her a confused look, "What are you talking about?" he said shaking his head at her. "No-nothing," she said looking down in embarrassment and rubbing her head.
Tom pretended like it didn't happen and went on, "Willow, please," he begged, "Please, talk about it with me."
"No," she said stubbornly stalking off. "Don't walk away from me!" he cried walking after her. "What do you think I'm doing?" she said without looking back. "You're going to have to talk about it sooner or later," he said watching her walk back into the castle.