Magical Magick
--Dancing With Lightning
A/N: Cringes you guys don't hate me do you? I'm sorry if you don't like the whole Draco/Hermione thing, but I thought it was cute. Don't worry; I have ideas that will twist the whole thing. Yay! This is the chapter I've been waiting to write for ages! Again, I say: Yay! You'll see what I mean when you read it. By the way, I gave Tonks an age. It's probably not right, but she seems that old. Love you guys!!
Merry Christmas —Morgan—
I sat in the plane, nervously twisting my hands in my lap. Over the past week, Tide and I had been seeing each other quite a bit. He was so nice, but I wasn't interested in him romantically. Then on Thursday, just as I got home from school, the phone rang. I picked it up, and Sky told me to come down to Hogwarts for 'Christmas—or Yule', as she said cheerfully. So, I talked to my parents, and they allowed me to visit Hunter. They didn't know where he was staying, and I intended to keep it that way. After all, I was eighteen now, and an adult. The plane began to descend, and my ears popped. I groaned and put my hands over my aching ears, and felt the plane bump softly on the ground. Maybe going to see Hunter wasn't such a good idea after all...
I got off the plane, and immediately spotted a girl with a pale, heart- shaped face and dark eyes with bright pink, straight hair that hung all the way down to her waist. She was waving frantically, calling: "Miss Rowlands!! Over here!!"
I cautiously walked over to her, shaking her bright pink-nailed hand. "Hi," I said. "I'm Morgan Rowlands."
"I know you are," she said cheerfully, letting go of my hand. "Sky asked me to come get you, as a surprise for her cousin. I'm Tonks, by the way."
"Tonks?" What a strange name, I felt like adding.
"I go by my last name," she told me as we walked into the airport building. "You would too if your mother called you Nymphadora."
I winced. "Okay, I understand now."
She laughed. She pointed to the pile of luggage in the foyer. "Where's yours?"
I spotted it and tugged it out from under the pile. "Here."
"Okay Morgan. We're taking another plane to Hogwarts."
She took me inside a little room, and opened the door at the other end. As we walked outside, I saw a little plane with a shield bearing a badger, snake, lion and raven on the side. On a little banner, it had underneath: Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus. Whatever that meant... Tonks ushered me onto the plane, and we sat next to each other on a seat, me twisting my hands again.
"Umm... are you a teacher at Hogwarts?"
"Me? No. I'm only twenty-two. I'm an Auror," she must have seen my confused expression, because she added, "An Auror is a... umm... what do you call it? Seeker. We're exactly the same, but just called different names. But instead of stripping people of their magick, we just snap their wands."
"Can't they buy a new one?" I asked curiously as the plane took off.
"No. Every single wand-seller in the world has a list of people not allowed to buy wands. So they know."
"Okay. If you don't teach at Hogwarts, why are you allowed to go there?"
Tonks shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Umm... I have to have a meeting with a bunch of people and the Headmaster of Hogwarts. We didn't want him to leave – because of the dangers going on now – so we just decided to have the meeting there."
"Dangers?"
"Harry Potter is in danger. He's quite famous, and Hunter has to go there to protect him from V—Vol... I can't say it!" she cried out in frustration.
"Can you write it down?" I asked. Tonks nodded and I pulled paper and a pen from my backpack, handing it to her. She carefully printed one word on it. 'Voldemort.' "Voldemort?"
"Yes. He's like Ciaran MacEwan, if you've heard of him. They were friends."
I felt sick. Ciaran, my father. Another one, just like him out in the world. And this time, I wasn't able to do a thing. It was up to Hunter. "Just relax," Tonks assured me. "Voldemort (she shuddered) is afraid of Dumbledore, the Hogwarts Headmaster. So he won't go near Hogwarts. Go to sleep, we'll take a few hours to get there, and you look like you need the rest."
With a sigh, I reclined in the seat and closed my eyes. It would take a while, and I had time to relax, so I did.
—Hunter—
"Everyone!!" I yelled. The class stopped talking and all looked at me. I smiled. "Now, are we going to have this picnic lunch or what?" Everyone cheered, and spread the rugs out onto the snow-covered ground. "Merry Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas!!" Everybody called, and settled down to eat. I noticed with some amusement that Draco Malfoy's eyes narrowed and he broke the pencil he was holding when he saw Hermione and Harry sitting together, their arms around each other in a friendly hug. He certainly didn't look happy. I shook out a blue rug and sat down, gazing at the snow-covered trees in the Forest happily. What a beautiful day, for winter. There was a tap on my shoulder, and Tonks was smiling into my face.
"Wotcher, Hunter! Beautiful day for a picnic, isn't it?" She pointed down the hill. Morgan was standing at the bottom, a tentative smile on her face. My jaw dropped, and the class went silent, watching me go speechless for the first time.
"Oh, Goddess..." I stood there, completely stunned. Then I laughed, running down the hill towards Morgan, quite aware of my coat flying out behind me, making me look as though I wore a cape. Morgan just stood there, twisting her hands and smiling nervously. When I reached her, I picked her up and twirled her around.
"Hunter!!" Morgan squealed, her brown hair flying. "Put me down!!!" I did, and she immediately threw her arms around my neck.
"Maybe she's he's cousin," I heard Parvarti say in the distance. "Do you think so?"
"No," everybody answered in unison. I laughed and pulled Morgan closer.
"I missed you so much," I whispered. She started crying, and I kissed her gently, cutting her off. In the distance, I heard Parvarti howl, and I smiled, pulling Morgan closer. Then, I pulled away, laughing, as my class broke into cheers. Morgan looked up at them, and then buried her face in my chest, her face bright red. "Get back to your lunch!!"
Reluctantly, they all walked off, but Parvarti was still howling, which made me laugh again. "I told you I'm a bloody crybaby!" Morgan cried, hitting my chest with such force that I staggered back a few steps, pulling her with me. "I'm always crying!!"
"Not always," I said, smiling. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and happy. "Anyway, It's completely understandable that you'd cry after seeing me, I mean, I'm your soul mate... and handsome, to boot."
Morgan giggled, linking her arm through mine as we walked back up the hill. We sat down on my little blanket, and she smiled as a bunch of people swarmed over to her to say hello. When they had walked off, Hermione, Harry and Ron all walked up, sitting on the rug.
Hermione smiled. "Hi. I'm Hermione Granger."
Morgan smiled back. "I've actually heard a lot about you, Hermione. A real witch at Hogwarts! It must be special for you."
Hermione beamed and blushed at the same time. "Yes, well... I'm not the only one... anyway, this is Ron Weasley," he smiled in a greeting, "and Harry Potter."
Morgan's eyes widened. "Well," she said easily, "It looks as though I'm meeting the most famous person I've never heard of." She giggled, and I smiled at Harry's confused face. "Being 'new' to the Wiccan world, it's different for me. I haven't heard of a lot of people or things..."
Harry laughed. "No problem. It's really, really good, actually. It's refreshing."
With a laugh, Morgan turned to me. "So?" she asked, "What's been going on?"
I lay on the rug, staring at the sky as I yawned. "Get Harry to tell you," I said, waving my hand at him. They laughed, and Harry shook his head.
"Uh-uh. We're going off to eat lunch."
"Detention," I threatened.
"Against the rules," Harry warned. "I'll tell Dumbledore."
"I can spin some story that you attacked someone," I countered, trying not to laugh. "He'd believe a teacher—an Auror!"
"Not against me, he wouldn't."
"Whatever," I yawned, mock-bored. "I can't be bothered, anyway."
Harry laughed, and they all left to go to their friends, and I was left with Morgan, watching me carefully. I looked at her. "What? Have I got something on my nose?" as she smiled, I added, "Dirt? Snow? Dragon dung?"
She shook her head. "Nothing on your nose. You've just—you've changed. Not for the worse," she added hurriedly, scoring a smile from me. "You've just loosened up a lot. It's a different side of you that I've never seen. And I'll tell you what—I like it."
Without another word, she got up to go meet everyone, leaving me to wonder about a few things I hadn't even thought of until now.
After a few minutes, I got up myself just to stretch my legs. I walked to a place where a bunch of people were crowded around (guess who?) Parvarti. She was the centre of attention (again), and she was talking (as usual). But this time, it actually sounded like she was talking about something serious. So I walked up behind her and listened silently.
"She's so ugly, I mean, why would my Hunter want a girl like that? Doesn't he know I'm the prettiest girl in the school?" Some people standing around listening just for the obvious fun of it noticed me and had to bite back smiles and laughs. "As my Hunter would say: Goddess! It's really stupid, I think, because I am the prettiest—"
"That may be so, Parvarti," I drawled from just behind her, making the younger girl jump. She turned around to face me, smiling expectantly. "You probably are the prettiest girl here."
Harry and Hermione, who were with Morgan a few feet away, turned and glared at me, their mouths open in fury. Morgan just waited, her face unreadable.
"Really?" Parvarti asked sweetly.
I nodded. "Oh, yes. But you, unlike Morgan, are not what I'm looking for. In fact, I'm looking for—I'm with, should I say—a woman, not an immature girl who just wants me as another notch in her bedpost."
Everyone clapped, and Parvarti ran towards the castle, crying. I turned towards Morgan, who was beaming at me, tears welling in her eyes. I distinctly heard Parvarti screech:
"We'll see about that!!!"
So I—with my back to her—just waved.
--Dancing With Lightning
A/N: Cringes you guys don't hate me do you? I'm sorry if you don't like the whole Draco/Hermione thing, but I thought it was cute. Don't worry; I have ideas that will twist the whole thing. Yay! This is the chapter I've been waiting to write for ages! Again, I say: Yay! You'll see what I mean when you read it. By the way, I gave Tonks an age. It's probably not right, but she seems that old. Love you guys!!
Merry Christmas —Morgan—
I sat in the plane, nervously twisting my hands in my lap. Over the past week, Tide and I had been seeing each other quite a bit. He was so nice, but I wasn't interested in him romantically. Then on Thursday, just as I got home from school, the phone rang. I picked it up, and Sky told me to come down to Hogwarts for 'Christmas—or Yule', as she said cheerfully. So, I talked to my parents, and they allowed me to visit Hunter. They didn't know where he was staying, and I intended to keep it that way. After all, I was eighteen now, and an adult. The plane began to descend, and my ears popped. I groaned and put my hands over my aching ears, and felt the plane bump softly on the ground. Maybe going to see Hunter wasn't such a good idea after all...
I got off the plane, and immediately spotted a girl with a pale, heart- shaped face and dark eyes with bright pink, straight hair that hung all the way down to her waist. She was waving frantically, calling: "Miss Rowlands!! Over here!!"
I cautiously walked over to her, shaking her bright pink-nailed hand. "Hi," I said. "I'm Morgan Rowlands."
"I know you are," she said cheerfully, letting go of my hand. "Sky asked me to come get you, as a surprise for her cousin. I'm Tonks, by the way."
"Tonks?" What a strange name, I felt like adding.
"I go by my last name," she told me as we walked into the airport building. "You would too if your mother called you Nymphadora."
I winced. "Okay, I understand now."
She laughed. She pointed to the pile of luggage in the foyer. "Where's yours?"
I spotted it and tugged it out from under the pile. "Here."
"Okay Morgan. We're taking another plane to Hogwarts."
She took me inside a little room, and opened the door at the other end. As we walked outside, I saw a little plane with a shield bearing a badger, snake, lion and raven on the side. On a little banner, it had underneath: Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus. Whatever that meant... Tonks ushered me onto the plane, and we sat next to each other on a seat, me twisting my hands again.
"Umm... are you a teacher at Hogwarts?"
"Me? No. I'm only twenty-two. I'm an Auror," she must have seen my confused expression, because she added, "An Auror is a... umm... what do you call it? Seeker. We're exactly the same, but just called different names. But instead of stripping people of their magick, we just snap their wands."
"Can't they buy a new one?" I asked curiously as the plane took off.
"No. Every single wand-seller in the world has a list of people not allowed to buy wands. So they know."
"Okay. If you don't teach at Hogwarts, why are you allowed to go there?"
Tonks shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Umm... I have to have a meeting with a bunch of people and the Headmaster of Hogwarts. We didn't want him to leave – because of the dangers going on now – so we just decided to have the meeting there."
"Dangers?"
"Harry Potter is in danger. He's quite famous, and Hunter has to go there to protect him from V—Vol... I can't say it!" she cried out in frustration.
"Can you write it down?" I asked. Tonks nodded and I pulled paper and a pen from my backpack, handing it to her. She carefully printed one word on it. 'Voldemort.' "Voldemort?"
"Yes. He's like Ciaran MacEwan, if you've heard of him. They were friends."
I felt sick. Ciaran, my father. Another one, just like him out in the world. And this time, I wasn't able to do a thing. It was up to Hunter. "Just relax," Tonks assured me. "Voldemort (she shuddered) is afraid of Dumbledore, the Hogwarts Headmaster. So he won't go near Hogwarts. Go to sleep, we'll take a few hours to get there, and you look like you need the rest."
With a sigh, I reclined in the seat and closed my eyes. It would take a while, and I had time to relax, so I did.
—Hunter—
"Everyone!!" I yelled. The class stopped talking and all looked at me. I smiled. "Now, are we going to have this picnic lunch or what?" Everyone cheered, and spread the rugs out onto the snow-covered ground. "Merry Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas!!" Everybody called, and settled down to eat. I noticed with some amusement that Draco Malfoy's eyes narrowed and he broke the pencil he was holding when he saw Hermione and Harry sitting together, their arms around each other in a friendly hug. He certainly didn't look happy. I shook out a blue rug and sat down, gazing at the snow-covered trees in the Forest happily. What a beautiful day, for winter. There was a tap on my shoulder, and Tonks was smiling into my face.
"Wotcher, Hunter! Beautiful day for a picnic, isn't it?" She pointed down the hill. Morgan was standing at the bottom, a tentative smile on her face. My jaw dropped, and the class went silent, watching me go speechless for the first time.
"Oh, Goddess..." I stood there, completely stunned. Then I laughed, running down the hill towards Morgan, quite aware of my coat flying out behind me, making me look as though I wore a cape. Morgan just stood there, twisting her hands and smiling nervously. When I reached her, I picked her up and twirled her around.
"Hunter!!" Morgan squealed, her brown hair flying. "Put me down!!!" I did, and she immediately threw her arms around my neck.
"Maybe she's he's cousin," I heard Parvarti say in the distance. "Do you think so?"
"No," everybody answered in unison. I laughed and pulled Morgan closer.
"I missed you so much," I whispered. She started crying, and I kissed her gently, cutting her off. In the distance, I heard Parvarti howl, and I smiled, pulling Morgan closer. Then, I pulled away, laughing, as my class broke into cheers. Morgan looked up at them, and then buried her face in my chest, her face bright red. "Get back to your lunch!!"
Reluctantly, they all walked off, but Parvarti was still howling, which made me laugh again. "I told you I'm a bloody crybaby!" Morgan cried, hitting my chest with such force that I staggered back a few steps, pulling her with me. "I'm always crying!!"
"Not always," I said, smiling. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and happy. "Anyway, It's completely understandable that you'd cry after seeing me, I mean, I'm your soul mate... and handsome, to boot."
Morgan giggled, linking her arm through mine as we walked back up the hill. We sat down on my little blanket, and she smiled as a bunch of people swarmed over to her to say hello. When they had walked off, Hermione, Harry and Ron all walked up, sitting on the rug.
Hermione smiled. "Hi. I'm Hermione Granger."
Morgan smiled back. "I've actually heard a lot about you, Hermione. A real witch at Hogwarts! It must be special for you."
Hermione beamed and blushed at the same time. "Yes, well... I'm not the only one... anyway, this is Ron Weasley," he smiled in a greeting, "and Harry Potter."
Morgan's eyes widened. "Well," she said easily, "It looks as though I'm meeting the most famous person I've never heard of." She giggled, and I smiled at Harry's confused face. "Being 'new' to the Wiccan world, it's different for me. I haven't heard of a lot of people or things..."
Harry laughed. "No problem. It's really, really good, actually. It's refreshing."
With a laugh, Morgan turned to me. "So?" she asked, "What's been going on?"
I lay on the rug, staring at the sky as I yawned. "Get Harry to tell you," I said, waving my hand at him. They laughed, and Harry shook his head.
"Uh-uh. We're going off to eat lunch."
"Detention," I threatened.
"Against the rules," Harry warned. "I'll tell Dumbledore."
"I can spin some story that you attacked someone," I countered, trying not to laugh. "He'd believe a teacher—an Auror!"
"Not against me, he wouldn't."
"Whatever," I yawned, mock-bored. "I can't be bothered, anyway."
Harry laughed, and they all left to go to their friends, and I was left with Morgan, watching me carefully. I looked at her. "What? Have I got something on my nose?" as she smiled, I added, "Dirt? Snow? Dragon dung?"
She shook her head. "Nothing on your nose. You've just—you've changed. Not for the worse," she added hurriedly, scoring a smile from me. "You've just loosened up a lot. It's a different side of you that I've never seen. And I'll tell you what—I like it."
Without another word, she got up to go meet everyone, leaving me to wonder about a few things I hadn't even thought of until now.
After a few minutes, I got up myself just to stretch my legs. I walked to a place where a bunch of people were crowded around (guess who?) Parvarti. She was the centre of attention (again), and she was talking (as usual). But this time, it actually sounded like she was talking about something serious. So I walked up behind her and listened silently.
"She's so ugly, I mean, why would my Hunter want a girl like that? Doesn't he know I'm the prettiest girl in the school?" Some people standing around listening just for the obvious fun of it noticed me and had to bite back smiles and laughs. "As my Hunter would say: Goddess! It's really stupid, I think, because I am the prettiest—"
"That may be so, Parvarti," I drawled from just behind her, making the younger girl jump. She turned around to face me, smiling expectantly. "You probably are the prettiest girl here."
Harry and Hermione, who were with Morgan a few feet away, turned and glared at me, their mouths open in fury. Morgan just waited, her face unreadable.
"Really?" Parvarti asked sweetly.
I nodded. "Oh, yes. But you, unlike Morgan, are not what I'm looking for. In fact, I'm looking for—I'm with, should I say—a woman, not an immature girl who just wants me as another notch in her bedpost."
Everyone clapped, and Parvarti ran towards the castle, crying. I turned towards Morgan, who was beaming at me, tears welling in her eyes. I distinctly heard Parvarti screech:
"We'll see about that!!!"
So I—with my back to her—just waved.