I have a slight appreciation of Latin and word origins, but I pretty much made the phrases up. Also, I'm walking a line at the end...let me know if I've crossed over...you'll know what I mean I think.
Chapter 30:
Someone was yelling. A woman's voice was calling out in the dark. It was not a scream of pain, but instead was a booming voice full of authority. Michelle strained to hear the words the woman was saying. Just before waking, she finally made them out--"Elongata extermina, invertae vortea."
As Michelle lifted her head from her pillow, she reached over to her bedside table. She struggled to control her hand as she wrote down the words in her journal before they left her competely. She sat up and reviewed her last few entries. The main dream hadn't changed much over the last couple of weeks. She could see Voldermort. She saw Harry and she saw the knife. She could still hear the phrase "the one with the scar must be sacrificed."
There were three things she didn't have a handle on--she still didn't know when all this was going to happen, she felt like someone else was there, but couldn't see them and this new phrase was from out of left field. To make matters worse, she was also confused by the second dream. It hadn't gotten clearer even though she was having it regularly as well. Michelle always felt a sense of loss after that dream. She knew Trelawny had done something wrong in the past; she just didn't know what. Dressing quickly, she went down to the common room in hopes of catching up with Hermione.
She found Hermione sitting in a chair reading a book. Michelle wondered if Hermione could help her figure out what the words she heard meant.
"Hermione...do you have a second?"
Hermione looked up, "Michelle...good, I was hoping to catch you before you went to class." She held out a book for Michelle to take. "I found a potion you might be interested in."
Michelle scanned the page Hermione had opened for her. "It looks like some sort of healing potion." Michelle read the text a bit more closely. "Wow, this is a bring-you-back-from-the-verge-of-death sort of potion."
Hermione looked very earnest. "You and I both know Harry is going to come along with you. And, we both know how dangerous it is for him to be around the dementors."
"Trelawny told me yesterday. The Seer who is helping is definitely at Azkaban. You're thinking it would be a good idea to have this on hand just in case something goes really wrong while we are there." Michelle smiled. "You really are a great friend Hermione."
Hermione felt herself blushing. "I just want you both to come back in one piece."
"I'll take this to Snape. I'm sure he'll have what we need to make this potion."
"Are you sure you can trust him? He doesn't like Harry you know."
"Maybe so, but I think he appreciates how important the ceremony is and will make sure the day goes smoothly." Michelle put the book in her bag as Harry and Ron came down the stairs to join them.
"What have you two been talking about?" Ron asked. "You look like you've been plotting."
"Potions...homework...you know, everything you like to avoid." Hermione answered, giving Michelle a quieting look before smiling at Ron.
Prof. Trelawny made her way through the Forbidden Forest, turning every few feet to make sure she hadn't been followed. Sitting in front of a large tree, she pulled a small glass globe from her robe pocket. She held it in her palm in front of her. Staring directly into it, she murmured a spell. The globe began to glow from within. A low, wicked laugh filled Trelawny's head.
"You are contacting me on school grounds...you are either brave or you are a fool..." the Dark Lord chuckled again.
"No one will know I am speaking with you; I have made sure of it."
"What do you have to tell me?"
"The one, she says Potter is in her vision." Trelawny hesitated.
"But..."
"She does not speak to me with any confidence. I think she knows something."
"It is in your best interest that she not find out what will be awaiting her at Azkaban." The threat was clear in his voice.
Trelawny stammered, "I don't believe she knows of your plans. I think she knows something about my past."
"No matter. Your past is of no concern. It is your future you should worry about. Keep her occupied so she does not forsee what we have planned."
"Yes, Lord Voldermort. She will be at Azkaban."
"And Potter?"
"I am sure he will be there too. His constant need to be the hero will bring him to us."
"If he is not at Azkaban, you will not be given the relief you desire..." he laughed again as the glow of the globe faded with his voice.
Trelawny picked herself up and crushed the globe against the tree. She kicked the shards around on the grass, hiding them with leaves as best she could. Quietly, she returned to the school.
Michelle went to the library when her Advanced Magical Creatures class was cancelled. One of the Snortsnuffs from the 6th yr. class had eaten one of the 7th yrs. Grusellugs. It was all a bit messy by the compound right now. Michelle sought out language books to help her decode the phrase from her dream. She grabbed a handfull and took the only seat available. Sitting next to Malfoy and his friends was not ideal, but she ignored them and began to scan through the first book. She was surprised Draco hadn't said anything to her yet. Maybe this time he would just leave her alone. He wouldn't be able to do much with the librarian near by anyway.
Michelle soon realized she'd underestimated him when she felt Draco's hand on her leg. She leaned towards him and whispered calmly.
"Draco, get your hand off of me or you will regret it." She sat back and continued to read her book.
Draco whispered back, "What are you going to do to me here?" He chuckled as his hand moved up her thigh.
"Don't say I didn't warn you..." She raised her right hand slightly off the book she was holding. Cupping her hand, she tightened her fingers into a fist as she whispered. "Crucia privatea..."
Draco winced. His hand left her and grabbed between his legs as he bent in half. He went red in the face and whimpered. He kicked back in his chair and knocked one of his books off of the table. Everyone in the library turned to look in their direction.
"Are you okay Draco?" Michelle bent down to retrieve the book. "Let me get this for you..." Her voice dropped off as she noticed the page to which the book had fallen open. Before her eyes was the language used on her knife! She had stared at the engraving long enough to recognize it. Draco was still in pain so she took the book while he wasn't paying attention. Picking up her things as Crabbe and Goyle tried to help Draco, she went and checked out the book before leaving. Running to her room, Michelle sat on her bed. Going from book to knife, she began to translate. When she was finished, she wasn't sure what to make of what she could now read. The writing on the knife said "your heart will set you free." Not what you would expect to see on a knife. Noticing the time, Michelle quickly put away the book and the knife and sprinted to her next class.
Running into Harry later in the afternoon, Michelle pulled him into an empty classroom. Harry instantly looked worried.
"What is it? What's wrong?" His eyes darted over her face.
Michelle frowned, "Nothing's wrong. I have some good news actually."
"Really?"
"I figured out what the writing on the knife translates into. It says 'your heart will set you free.' "
"And that means what?"
"I have no idea. But atleast it doesn't say 'faster pussycat, kill, kill..." Seeing Harry's confusion, Michelle laughed. "Never mind...American movie reference..."
Harry cut her off by suddenly leaning in to kiss her. Michelle lost her balance in surprise. Harry caught her around the waist and pulled her closer. He continued to kiss her, his tounge mingling with hers. Thinking his behavior odd, but in no way unpleasant, Michelle lowered her book bag to the floor to wrap her arms around his neck.
Harry paused for a moment, "How long do you have before your next class?"
Michelle needed a second to process the question, "About 5 minutes I think..."
"Good." He kissed her again hungrily. "I've been thinking about you all day..." he whispered before his hand slid under her sweater.
Michelle felt dizzy. She had sensed their relationship changing over the last couple of weeks. The few moments they had to themselves that weren't spent talking about the vision or the ceremony had found them making out with more intensity. Maybe it was a way to deal with the stress or maybe it was a way to deal with their raging hormones. Right now as Harry touched her, Michelle didn't care. She stretched out her hand and locked the door to the room. The last thing they needed was to get caught. Michelle melded her body to his as they continued to embrace. Harry's tounge darted in and out of her mouth as his hands roamed over her. She stole a glance at the clock as Harry moved to kiss her neck. She kissed his cheek before finding his swollen lips with her own.
Breaking away, she smiled, "I'm sorry to stop this, but I can't be late to Potions." She held him for a second longer before untangling herself. They each straightened their clothes and exchanged goofy grins. Grabbing her bookbag, Michelle unlocked the door.
"I'll see you later."
Harry noticed she seemed to hesitate, as though she was going to say something more. Instead, she blew him a kiss and ran out into the hall.
