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Chapter XVIII: Raven's Knight
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This was unnerving.
I had passed the halls of Hogwarts countless of times but it was quiet. Too quiet. Everyone seemed to be staring at us.
And when I said everyone, I meant everyone.
Even the portraits paused to look at us. Some of them even gasped in awe and surprise.
What's their problem?
I held Sol's arm closer and a little tighter fearing he might leave me.
Sophia was taking this calmly and in stride. Lucky her. I was a nervous wreck. But why would I care about something like that?
I was saved from further embarrassment, though I did not see the reason how but it did, Sol paused and looked back at the gazing pictures.
"May I help you?" he asked. Suddenly, most of the portraits began to feign innocence and went about their ways. What powers of persuasion did this man have? A simple question and they were all stilled.
And I am impressed.
"My Lady," one of the portraits tipped his hat and I shyly smiled at him. Why was everyone looking at me like that?
"Maybe because you are so beautiful," Sol murmured, making me realize that I have asked my last question out loud. I was blushing when I looked at him, only to realize that her had said his compliment out loud.
"Sol and Luna, sitting on a tree..." Sophia chanted and earned her a deadly look from Sol. "Shall I continue?" she asked merrily.
"She gets the picture, Sophia," he sighed. "Where are going, my Lady?" Professor McGonagall smiled and looked at him, apparently please that he had called her 'lady'.
"We need to see Professor Dumbledore," she said making Sol stop dead in his tracks.
"Dumbledore?" he asked.
"What's wrong?" I asked. He seemed concerned about something I cannot comprehend.
"That name just sounded familiar," he said and then smiled as he shook his head. "It's probably nothing."
"If it's bothering you it's probably something," Sophia said and I could have not agreed more.
"It's just that I feel like I've been here before," Sol said as he looked around. "It's kind of creepy."
"How creepy?" I asked. Just then my old house ghost peered from one of the walls and disappeared again.
"For one thing, she recognizes me," Sol said as we started to walk again. "And I recognized her, I just can't place the face to the name."
"Perhaps in another life, you did," I told him softly. As I said those words, I realized that I myself believe those words.
"Perhaps," he smiled. "And perhaps I had spent most of it with you," I blushed as he said that. Where does he get those things he's saying?
"You don't know the half of it, Mr. Sol," Professor McGonagall smiled at him. "Here we are," she announced as she stopped in front of a gargoyle that blocked the passageway. But before the Professor could say the password, the gargoyle came to life and pounced the unsuspecting Sol.
At first I was surprised and feared for his safety, that was until the gargoyle snuggled and licked him like a little puppy. Despite the strangeness of it, it was kind of cute.
"Down, boy," Sol said as he chuckled and petted the stone statue. "Still guarding my den?" he asked and the gargoyle enthusiastically nodded its head. Wait a second. His den? This was getting weirder and weirder. And when Sol stood up, he was rubbing his temples like he was in so much pain.
Sol was confused.
"Luna," he said as he took my hand, his touch tingled every part of my body like electricity and my heart sped as he leaned to whisper in my ear. "Whatever happens or whatever it is explained, please do not leave me." I nodded and realized that his confusion scared him.
"I'll always be with you like you will always be with me," now where did THAT come from? I was saying words in impulse that were familiar to me. It was like this scene had been played before.
"Professor? What's going on?" I asked.
"Perhaps I can shed some light on the subject," Professor Dumbledore emerged from his office. The twinkle in his eyes are evident when he smiled.
"You," Sol drawled as he glared at him. "What the hell is going on?"
"Patience, Master De Helios," Sol flinched at what the Professor called him.
"I have been confused ever since the Eyes of Anubis were stolen," he frowned. "I have been having these memories of a life I never knew I had!"
"Sol," I touched his shoulder and that made him calm. "Listen to him."
"Go on," Sol said curtly. What was his problem?
"Do you know that in a week's time..." the professor began.
"That there will be an eclipse that will cover the world in darkness and the legions of evil will overcome the army of light and rule every soul of man, yeah, yeah. What do you think I've been preventing," Sol's words surprised me. What was going on?
"Lady Rowena will be proud of you," Dumbledore said.
"Pardon?" I was confused. But so was Sol.
"We prevented that from happening years ago," Sol snorted. "That Slytherin wished to take her away from me."
"Yes he did," Dumbledore smiled. But when I looked at Sol, I noticed that his eyes were violet. At least, one of his eyes. The one that belonged to him. "Patience, Sir Knight."
"Knight?" I blurted out loud.
"Yes, my dear," Dumbledore smiled. "The soul of Sir Nathan Flamma de Helios lives in our young friend here."
"And who is he?" I asked. And what the professor said next, stunned me.
"He was Rowena Ravenclaw's betrothed."
End of 18.
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Chapter XVIII: Raven's Knight
.
This was unnerving.
I had passed the halls of Hogwarts countless of times but it was quiet. Too quiet. Everyone seemed to be staring at us.
And when I said everyone, I meant everyone.
Even the portraits paused to look at us. Some of them even gasped in awe and surprise.
What's their problem?
I held Sol's arm closer and a little tighter fearing he might leave me.
Sophia was taking this calmly and in stride. Lucky her. I was a nervous wreck. But why would I care about something like that?
I was saved from further embarrassment, though I did not see the reason how but it did, Sol paused and looked back at the gazing pictures.
"May I help you?" he asked. Suddenly, most of the portraits began to feign innocence and went about their ways. What powers of persuasion did this man have? A simple question and they were all stilled.
And I am impressed.
"My Lady," one of the portraits tipped his hat and I shyly smiled at him. Why was everyone looking at me like that?
"Maybe because you are so beautiful," Sol murmured, making me realize that I have asked my last question out loud. I was blushing when I looked at him, only to realize that her had said his compliment out loud.
"Sol and Luna, sitting on a tree..." Sophia chanted and earned her a deadly look from Sol. "Shall I continue?" she asked merrily.
"She gets the picture, Sophia," he sighed. "Where are going, my Lady?" Professor McGonagall smiled and looked at him, apparently please that he had called her 'lady'.
"We need to see Professor Dumbledore," she said making Sol stop dead in his tracks.
"Dumbledore?" he asked.
"What's wrong?" I asked. He seemed concerned about something I cannot comprehend.
"That name just sounded familiar," he said and then smiled as he shook his head. "It's probably nothing."
"If it's bothering you it's probably something," Sophia said and I could have not agreed more.
"It's just that I feel like I've been here before," Sol said as he looked around. "It's kind of creepy."
"How creepy?" I asked. Just then my old house ghost peered from one of the walls and disappeared again.
"For one thing, she recognizes me," Sol said as we started to walk again. "And I recognized her, I just can't place the face to the name."
"Perhaps in another life, you did," I told him softly. As I said those words, I realized that I myself believe those words.
"Perhaps," he smiled. "And perhaps I had spent most of it with you," I blushed as he said that. Where does he get those things he's saying?
"You don't know the half of it, Mr. Sol," Professor McGonagall smiled at him. "Here we are," she announced as she stopped in front of a gargoyle that blocked the passageway. But before the Professor could say the password, the gargoyle came to life and pounced the unsuspecting Sol.
At first I was surprised and feared for his safety, that was until the gargoyle snuggled and licked him like a little puppy. Despite the strangeness of it, it was kind of cute.
"Down, boy," Sol said as he chuckled and petted the stone statue. "Still guarding my den?" he asked and the gargoyle enthusiastically nodded its head. Wait a second. His den? This was getting weirder and weirder. And when Sol stood up, he was rubbing his temples like he was in so much pain.
Sol was confused.
"Luna," he said as he took my hand, his touch tingled every part of my body like electricity and my heart sped as he leaned to whisper in my ear. "Whatever happens or whatever it is explained, please do not leave me." I nodded and realized that his confusion scared him.
"I'll always be with you like you will always be with me," now where did THAT come from? I was saying words in impulse that were familiar to me. It was like this scene had been played before.
"Professor? What's going on?" I asked.
"Perhaps I can shed some light on the subject," Professor Dumbledore emerged from his office. The twinkle in his eyes are evident when he smiled.
"You," Sol drawled as he glared at him. "What the hell is going on?"
"Patience, Master De Helios," Sol flinched at what the Professor called him.
"I have been confused ever since the Eyes of Anubis were stolen," he frowned. "I have been having these memories of a life I never knew I had!"
"Sol," I touched his shoulder and that made him calm. "Listen to him."
"Go on," Sol said curtly. What was his problem?
"Do you know that in a week's time..." the professor began.
"That there will be an eclipse that will cover the world in darkness and the legions of evil will overcome the army of light and rule every soul of man, yeah, yeah. What do you think I've been preventing," Sol's words surprised me. What was going on?
"Lady Rowena will be proud of you," Dumbledore said.
"Pardon?" I was confused. But so was Sol.
"We prevented that from happening years ago," Sol snorted. "That Slytherin wished to take her away from me."
"Yes he did," Dumbledore smiled. But when I looked at Sol, I noticed that his eyes were violet. At least, one of his eyes. The one that belonged to him. "Patience, Sir Knight."
"Knight?" I blurted out loud.
"Yes, my dear," Dumbledore smiled. "The soul of Sir Nathan Flamma de Helios lives in our young friend here."
"And who is he?" I asked. And what the professor said next, stunned me.
"He was Rowena Ravenclaw's betrothed."
End of 18.