Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns my friends from the world of Harry Potter and Evanescence wrote thesongs within this chapter (a favorite album of Severus and Hermione).
Chapter 23—Discoveries in Xanadu
On the way back from the dungeons, Harry finally remembered he hadn't given the twins or Blanche their bit of inheritance. Harry was concerned that avoiding giving the gifts to their owners could blow up in his face like the two-way mirror negligence had, so he ran up to the Room of Requirement to get the orbs and journals. He wrapped Sirius's prank journals up in brown paper and took the package to Hedwig to deliver to Weasley Wizarding Wheezes in Hogsmeade. The large orb that Blanche was meant to have, Harry decided he needed to deliver himself. Harry could only guess that the pain in her eyes each time she talked to him was because he reminded her of Sirius just by being his Godson.
Harry carried the large purple-fogged orb to Blanche's office. When he arrived he was surprised to hear a familiar cruel voice on the other side of the door.
"You've been warned, Professor. Don't try to help the side of light or you'll lose more than Black and your family," the cold voice sneered.
"I have nothing left to lose, Lucius. Tell your boss to Do. His. Worst. I'm sure he'll appreciate the sediment."
"You're message will be delivered, Muse. Do remember that I tried to warn you," Lucius smiled.
"Lucius, if you think for one moment I would do anything for you, you are more disturbed than people think you are. The only advice you'll get from me is that you are on the wrong side. Win or lose if you choose to be Lucifer you'll arrive at the same end, Lucius. With a hell you don't choose, and nothing but rock and fire for company."
"You have a way with words, my dear. Don't underestimate the Dark Lord."
"Lucius, I have seen his worst, and the worse I'll be off is dead with my loved ones. At one time you had sense enough to stay out of all this. And yet you still are trying to run the Ministry for him. Why not leave? Why bow down to this maniac, Lucius? Protect your family and leave. You have enough money to hide. Why must you be part of this? You were better than being a mad man's stooge once upon a time. What happened to your plans and dreams? Where is that arrogant boy who loved the arts and wanted to be the best French author on the continent?"
"I think you are mistaking me for another Slytherin a touch younger. Only he wanted to continue his music and art and tour the world in style. I think our friend has been on what you call the right side for 20 years now. Of course, I would never give him up unless it was necessary."
"For your cause you mean. I forget sometimes that you are on no one's side but your own, Lucius." Blanche shook her head and rose from her seat, "If that is all, you best leave before the headmaster finds you."
Lucius took the hint with all the elegance of the prince leaving tea with the queen, "So right you are. Cheers, Blanche! May your choices prove wiser than I see them."
Harry hid in a nearby dark corner and watched as Lucius Malfoy, somehow not in Azkaban where he should be, strode out of Professor Nouveau's office. His arrogance didn't seem any less present than the last time Harry saw him. The long blond haired, ice blue eyed man walked as an aristocrat even now, though he more than likely would lose all that he had over Voldemort even if he switched sides that day. And Blanche appeared to be friends with him. Or at least, had been friends at some point with him. How could he trust her now?
Despite his thoughts of suspicion, he took Blanche's rightful possession to her door. Harry didn't even have to knock before the professor told him to come in.
Harry walked into Blanche's office and she motioned to one of the navy wing-backed chairs in front of her desk.
"Just one moment, Harry." The professor turned away from him to look in the elaborately detailed mirror behind the desk. As Harry faced it he saw a familiar smoke cloud it. Instead of seeing Snape or Lupin's face enclosed within the mirror he saw Dumbledore's face.
"Is that Harry you have there, Blanche?"
"Yes, Headmaster. Did you catch all of my meeting, Albus?"
"Of course, dear. But thanks to Severus there was nothing new to be known. Luckily the ancient magic of your orbs doesn't quite work the way Tom must believe. It also may have been helpful that Harry had the master orb out in the hallway while he waited." The headmaster looked down past his glasses and smiled in his usual way at Harry. Professor Nouveau watched the headmaster pass through the mirror into her office, as if there was nothing abnormal about it.
"Oh, that explains the tingling I felt in my necklace. Wow . . . Sirius Black is still full of surprises." After a moment's pause and touch of her necklace, she turned back to Harry. "So you remembered your task, Harry. Good man! Thank you!" Blanche came around her desk to the chair Harry was seated and hugged him. Harry handed her the parcel. "Now Harry I have a surprise for you. Care to help, Granddad?"
"Certainly, Granddaughter."
Harry, already full of questions, was in awe at the mystery of it all. Lucius Malfoy was just here in this office and Albus Dumbledore seemed to not only expect it but welcome it. Not to mention Dumbledore had just walked in from a mirror. Harry's jaw was still dropped, as he blatantly stared in the direction of the golden reflector.
Dumbledore motioned back to the mirror and explained a bit of its recent history to Harry. "Amazing creation, isn't it? Fillius had been working on the ancient charms involved in creating this beauty for years, but then Remus found a book about the two-way mirror magic in Godric's library and like the Muggle Emeril says BAM! There you have it!"
"It certainly was helpful tonight, Grandpa."
"Grandpa?" Harry asked still completely at a loss to what was happening.
Blanche smiled warmly at Harry and answered him with a bit of heritage history, "Yes, Harry. I'm sure you've realized by now how close the pureblood wizarding families are around here. Family blood goes way back past the days of King Arthur. Not many families have Muse or Seer blood in them. Ours happens to have both. Of course, this," she motioned between herself and the Headmaster, "is a mostly unknown secret. Consider yourself privileged my dear Harry."
Dumbledore complimented his granddaughter's explanation with a confident request. "Harry will of course use discretion on the matter as always. Now let us see what the master orb is capable of."
With anxious delight written all over his face, Dumbledore picked up the orb that looked very much like a smaller version of one of Trelawney's crystal balls in his right hand. He held the orb up to Blanche's necklace and whispered, "Resero." Suddenly an arch of yellow light moved through the room and focused into a triangle picture about the size of an average Muggle television set. Inside the triangle the memories stored within Blanche's necklace began to play back in holographic, but vivid color. Dumbledore seemed to be looking for something in particular and with each new memory he used his left hand to pass across the orb and through the triangle. This motion caused the picture to move on to the next memory sequence. Harry was surprised to see the ideas Blanche had given to himself, as well as, Professor Snape, Hermione, and Sirius. Faces flashed in front of him that seemed vaguely familiar. Suddenly a fat, stout, balding man with a silver arm was standing next to a red-haired young man dressed in a black robe and holding a silver mask. 'Pettigrew and Percy?' Harry's look turned from awe to shock to outrage.
"Yes, Harry. Unfortunately, Percy may already believe that joining forces with Tom is a better alternative than trusting an old codger like me."
"But he know about . . . " Harry shook his head and glanced toward Blanche not knowing if she knew everything he did about the fight against Voldemort.
"Blanche knows about Severus, Harry. He told her he never would do what she had revealed to him so long ago, and she saw the truth in his eyes. And I'm sure you heard Lucius confirm at least in his belief. But yes, if Percy turns to the Dark Side many of our secrets will be known. This has been why the Order has been so secretive with you and many of its own members. Luckily, Tom believes Severus is spying for him within the Order. Much like Draco Malfoy, Percy has no idea what he'd be getting himself into by becoming a Death Eater. But our Professor Nouveau can give him an idea."
Dumbledore pulled out a small sphere from a blue velvet bag and continued to explain what they were doing. "This is one of Severus's memories from a Dark Revel. I will not show it to you Harry, not yet. It is up to Severus to let anyone see what he's been through. He has given his permission for us to use this particular memory to show Percy what could become of him." With that, Dumbledore handed Blanche both the small and large orbs. Instead of the reveal incantation Blanche said the words that converted the memory into one starring Percy Weasley. Then she whispered, "Invasio." A stream of purple fog floated from the large orb to Blanche's head. After the fog settled, Blanche set down the orbs and preformed the same procedure Harry had seen Dumbledore use to pull a memory from his mind and insert it into a pensive. Instead of a pure silver thought strand, this one was silvery blue like the strand Harry had received months ago.
Blanche put the silvery blue thread inside a silver envelope and answered Harry's unspoken question. "I have to send this to Percy because he is too far away from Hogwarts right now for me to use Legillimens to send this idea." She paused to seal the envelope with her family seal. "Also this way he knows it isn't a nightmare. I wouldn't know the difference myself unless I were awake."
"Well, if there is any Hope for young Mr. Weasley, this will keep him with us. Thank you, Hope."
Blanche just nodded. Then she looked over to Harry and said, "Well, besides that bit of genius, we have a surprise for you, Harry." Blanche picked up the large orb again and held it to her heart. She muttered something Harry couldn't understand and black smoke erupted from the sphere and created a veil. After a few seconds, the black smoke cleared off a bit and an image of a man with dark hair and eyes appeared.
"Hello, Harry."
Saturday morning Ron, Harry, and Hermione sat at breakfast sharing the same contemplative looks in silence. Each of them had their own worries dancing in their minds. Concentration on the more provincial was a frivolity they hadn't indulged in quite sometime. Ron tucked into his breakfast plate and attempted to pull his friends back to their common reality.
"Yum. The House-Elves surely outdid themselves today."
Harry's head snapped up to see Ron shoveling in some cheese covered hash browns and sausage patties. Harry just picked at his scrambled eggs.
Ron's hand shoved Harry and then Hermione. "Oy! Snap out of it you two! People will think someone's died." Harry and Hermione responded with dark chuckling.
"Seriously you two!" Ron's voice lowered to a whisper, "We've got to be prepared for the greasy bat's teaching technique today. Remember CONSTANT VIGILANCE! You two have any strategy in mind for the little game of ours?" The reminder of the defense training game they talked Snape into brought smiles to their faces.
Hermione smirked as she bent her head toward the table, placed a silencing charm on them, and said to the boys confidently, "I have a plan."
"Well, of course, you do," said Harry nonchalantly. "Does it have anything to do with you being the bait by chance?"
"How ever did you guess, Harry? I'll use my new talent to 'track' Snape best I can. I am getting pretty good at blocking his attempts to hear my own thoughts. He will assume I am too focused on preventing his entrance to my own mind to believe I've been practicing reading his own. My biggest talent in all this mind stuff is thinking about something I want him to know in order to get something I want. I think its time to use this to our mutual advantage. Someone needs to be thrown off his high horse at least when it comes to defense against the dark arts."
"How very Slytherin of you, Mia," Harry responded.
"Indeed. Isn't it grand?"
"So how will you lure him?" Ron questioned.
"Music," she said simply.
"Music?" The boys asked in unison. Harry's eyebrows nearly crossed as he tried to figure out what music had to do with Snape.
Hermione explained. "He used to be a fabulous musician. He toured all the best venues. He had a stage name and everything. I researched it and after seeing and hearing him play Slytherin's violin, I know this will work. A real musician is always drawn to the note."
"Okay so how will you use music? I don't think playing the Weird Sisters in the dorms will do it," Ron said sarcastically.
"Of course it wouldn't. I have taken singing lessons since I was five." Hermione continued in a bit of a huff. "You of course wouldn't know that because you assume being smart is my talent." She waved her hands as if dispelling the negative thoughts from her head. "Never mind that for now. I can sing." Hermione proceeded to tell her big plan to the boys and they readily agreed to participate.
They planned on bringing it all together late that afternoon when Harry, Hermione, and Snape all conveniently ended up in the Headmaster's office at just the right moment. But first Dumbledore was taking Harry to Xanadu and Hermione had to practice singing in the Room of Requirement. Ron would follow the lot of them to the headmaster's office later that afternoon following the Marauder's Map under Harry's invisibility cloak. If all worked out, Snape would be got before he was even on the hit list.
So after Mia detailed the plan, the boys added their ideas, and the Golden Trio went their separate ways—Harry to Dumbledore, Mia to the Room of Requirement, and Ron to practice Legilimency with Luna.
Harry reached Dumbledore's office at a strolling pace. He didn't know why the headmaster was finally taking him to Xanadu, but that didn't make him all that excited to go. From what Mia told him it was just a tower filled with books and old toys. 'Oh, well. The life of the enslaved.'
Just as Harry was about to say 'Everlasting Gum Drops' to Dumbledore's sentry gargoyle, the headmaster came down with the rolling staircase.
"Ready, Harry? Follow me."
Harry followed Dumbledore weaving through enough corridors that he, Harry, wasn't sure where he was anymore. Finally, the headmaster stopped in front of a suit of armor with a shield engraved with the name Arthur Pendragon. Then the headmaster gazed into the helm of the king's armor and said 'Avalon lives.' The suit swung around moving the floor on which Harry and the professor stood to a room on the other side of the wall. Once stopped, Dumbledore headed up to a round stone altar and beckoned Harry with him. As soon as they were in place, the headmaster told Harry to think of the name Helga Hufflepuff.
Harry closed his eyes as he felt the elevator-like weightless shift of the portal taking him to where Dumbledore wanted him to be, Helga Hufflepuff's floor in Xanadu Tower. As the feeling lessened he opened his eyes and looked down to his hands and realized he was invisible. 'Weird.' Only after a few seconds that felt more like no time had past, Harry saw his body come back into phase and let out a sigh of relief. He turned to where Dumbledore had been standing but found the headmaster already waiting at the end of the portal's corridor.
Harry followed the headmaster into what looked very much like one of Professor Sprout's green houses gone wild. Harry didn't see any vegetation that appeared violent and so he continued following Dumbledore through what must once have been a circular common room to the floor. The two men continued through the vegetation and entered what Harry saw as an archway with flowering ivies and ferns weaving around and supporting what might have been a doorway a long, long time ago. Inside the 'room,' Harry could barely see past the trees and undergrowth to realize the other three walls of the room were glass. 'A solarium,' Harry thought correctly. Dumbledore followed a relatively easily seen path to a small clearing at what may have been the center of the room. There sat a brown bench two chairs and a table that seemed to be part of the trees surrounding them. The clearing felt very peaceful and comfortable to Harry. For added comfort someone had purple and blue cushions laying on the bench and chairs. It took a moment for Harry to see the woman sitting in the larger higher backed chair.
She looked like a queen waiting for her honored guest to arrive for high tea. She seemed to own the nature around her. 'That's a strange thought. How could anyone own nature.' It was then Harry remembered where he'd seen the woman sitting before him.
Dumbledore confirmed his memory. "Vivianne Le Fay. Once again meet Harry Potter. Harry, Vivianne is the Lady of Avalon. I assume you know why I brought you here now?"
"She knows how to make the relics in our vision," Harry said more questioningly than knowingly. The Lady rose and answered Harry's tone.
"Yes, Harry I do, but I can only lead you toward your goal. I cannot make them for you."
Harry watched as the woman came toward them without a sound, and a grace that rivaled Professor Snape. "And you know of Avalon?"
"Yes."
"And my Mother?"
"Yes." The Lady's simple answers were enough for Harry. He believed her words without a thought. It was if the answer was inside him all along. Dumbledore sensing that all would be well between them, offered the limitation for the day.
"Yes, Harry she knows of all Avalon's mysteries, but for today relics and a bit about Avalon will have to do. I will leave you to it, Lady." Dumbledore bowed to the tall raven-haired women in midnight blue robes and left her with Harry.
Harry looked at the Lady of Avalon with new wisdom. "I understand now."
"What is it you understand, Harry?" the Lady asked in a peaceful voice.
"Why you became part of the Order. Relics aren't you're only specialty are they?"
"No. Indeed they are only part of the whole. The powers I have as the Lady of Avalon are far greater than even I knew a short time ago. Much of my power has only just recently been realized."
"So you didn't go to Hogwarts then?"
The Lady looked away from Harry to shield the emotions making their way across her now distraught features. Then, in a voice more cryptic than usual, "Actually I did." She paused swallowing the emotion that wanted to claim her voice, and she finished as cryptic and mellow as she began, "But it was long ago and part of a very long story we must save for another day. Today we must discover your gifts of the Goddess."
Harry, astonished and glad that there would be more than just a history lesson today, asked, "And how will we do that, Lady?"
"First, we must move to more suitable surroundings."
The Lady motioned Harry toward the 'forest' to a newly dug path of the original flooring. At the end of the path was another clearing closer to the windowed walls of the Solarium. This clearing was filled with fragrant flowers of all colors black to yellow and the sun felt wonderful on Harry's head. On the ground of the clearing Harry saw a circle carved. Within the circle were two stone slabs each large enough for a single person to sit on cross-legged. And so Harry followed instinct and went to the slab furthest away from him. He stood and waited until the Blue Lady made her way to her own stone slab. He bowed to her and sat down, setting his robes aside as he did. He also pulled his wand from his pocket and laid it away from the stone on the ground. As he did this purely by instinct, the Blue Lady did the same.
"The first test is complete. You are born to the Knowing of Avalon. Follow your instincts they guide you in the Way. Now relax, close your eyes, and clear your mind."
The silence between them beckoned the nature around them to fill it. The sounds of animal life Harry hadn't realized were there became clear in his head. The light from the windows embraced his face and warmed him like a much needed hug. If anyone had been watching they would have seen two people who visibly found peace in that moment. They would envy the two. Then Harry felt a strange sensation that reminded him of the trip to the tower. For a moment the clearing with the three circles blinked in his mind. A harsh cold breeze that couldn't be in the Solarium blew Harry's long black locks away from his scar, and instinct took over again.
As if in a trace, Harry stood and walked from the altar he transferred to, in the direction that turned out to be the location of the embracing yew trees and the three circles. Harry followed his gut instinct to the middle circle and stood on the stone slab there. The breeze turned into a gale and Harry raised his arms above himself. He spoke three words he didn't know and the gale seemed to be sucked into his hands. Harry brought his arms down to shoulder height holding his hands palm up. The gale passed from his hands and danced through his hair and spiraled around him, creating a tornado. Harry opened his eyes and saw the harsh wind protecting him. In the eye of his own storm, Harry suddenly feared the power it held, but the calm of the eye soothed him and instinct took over. With his eyes closed once again, he said the same three words he did not know and brought his palms together in front of him. Doing so changed the tornado back into the breeze once again.
When Harry opened his eyes, he was still in the clearing of the three circles but he was not alone. The Blue Lady walked toward him, took his hands in hers, placed them palm down on her own, and said in her wispy, hollow voice, "Fear not the power the Goddess grants you, son of my sister. Only the truest of heart can control the storm within. It seems that your heart is good and brave. Never doubt that. Your heart guides you, my son. It is the best compass for the journey you find yourself on. Let it guide you to your destination."
Harry looked from their hands into the Lady's face and felt a familiarity he only had with people he'd know for years. There was something in her gestures that reminded him of someone, but who? Not knowing how he could be related to the Lady, for he knew he must be if his mother was the Lady before, unsettled him. After a moment, he dropped his hands and turned away from the Lady.
The breeze was again gentle and loving. It teased his locks until he realized something, but in a way it felt like he was remembering the thought from ages ago. "This is the clearing for the Phalanx bonding ritual. We must bring our relics here to form the bond. Will you be testing Mia and Professor Snape?"
"If it is as the Goddess wills."
Harry nodded and said without a hint of doubt, "It is. They are of the Knowing."
"Then the time has come . . . but first let us go back to Helga's Solace to think on the Phalanx ceremony and the relics required for it." She took Harry's hands once again. "Now think Helga Hufflepuff." Within seconds they were back on their stone slabs sitting cross-legged and eyes shut.
When Harry opened his eyes again he wasn't sure that they had ever left the Solarium. His mind didn't know what was fact, memory, or dream anymore. All these new discoveries were finally starting to exhaust Harry, body, mind, and soul. An overwhelming dizziness overtook him as he rose from the stone slab.
"I think after a bit of chocolate the best course of action for this afternoon will be for you to nap here in the Solarium. Your greatest gift is the gift of sight that was somehow passed down to you despite your gender. It seems it is stronger when you sleep." She reached for Harry's chin and lifted it up. "Do not worry. All will be revealed to you in your dreams, Harry. It is the way of the Goddess." With that she handed Harry a bar of chocolate and nodded her head. Without even the look of a thought across her face, she was gone and a familiar wooden bench that blended with the plants beckoned to Harry's use.
Severus Snape took the Lady's advice and went to Helga's library. Lancelot had told him that he remembered reading about the plants in Avalon having higher purity and stronger magic to negate dark spells then normal ingredients. Lancelot knew Morgan had been an amazing healer. So Snape went to look for books about possible healing plants that would rid him of his scar. 'And possibly Potter's.' In the process of wading through Helga Hufflepuff's Herbology tomes, Snape's thoughts went to work fluctuating between the various projects he was working on. Between past lives, talismans, music, Death Eater scars, defense training, Avalon, ancient potions, Hufflepuff blood, and emotions hiding just under the surface, Severus's mind was eating up his energy though physically he was only engaged in browsing through the books in front of him. No wonder he felt tired all day everyday. He had more to worry about than he could remember, and more emotion to control since before his father beat into him the importance of a cool exterior.
The memory of his father's words popped out from the others racing in his brain, 'Emotions are not to be held on sleeves. Besides, we can't be showing our true powers off now can we?' He frowned at the memories that came forward for a brief moment. These old scars had still been pushed far into his depths not three days ago, and all it took was one 17-year-old Gryffindor with brown curly hair a second attempt at Legillimens to get to them. Either his exhaustion had caused his talents to falter, she was more powerful than he imagined, or she had more connection to him than he wanted to think about. He wagered it was a little of all three. 'Thinking about emotions never turns out well.' Even though he didn't want to think about her, his mind drifted between topics and she became the focus.
When it was plain that he was making no headway amongst the books, he decided to keep up the defense practice game. It was an excuse to watch her, but afterwards it would be good to have someone help focus his mind on his more important endeavors. 'And she is the ultimate organizer. We really need to go over her most recent research anyhow.' Just after he made the decision to seek Hermione out, he heard singing. He looked around him and peeked around bookshelves to find the library holding only him captive. He stood for a moment caught up in the beauty of the voice. Granted it had been many years since he toured abroad as a musician and knew the latest voices, but he felt this voice reach out to him. The voice was trained yet still had a natural quality many talented singers lose to technique. He was so enchanted by just the voice he didn't hear the words.
I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clocks screaming
Monsters calling my name
Let me stay
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops
As they fall they tell a story
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
Don't say I'm out of touch
With this rampant chaos—your reality
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare I built my own world to escape
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hoursAnd watch my purple sky fly over me
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light
When he finally shook himself from the trance the singing caused, he listened to the song. While the voice was beautiful the song was a bit melancholy. He believed it suited the person singing the words. The song also ironically suited him. He thought the singer must be very beautiful inside and out, yet a realist about life. She was a faded optimist, who still wished it were possible for good dreams to have some reality. When the song was finished, the vocalist continued.
Just before the notes started once again, Snape heard a familiar voice say, 'This is my favorite, and for some reason it reminds me so much of someone. Someone I've know forever and yet not so. I wonder who he is.' The song was so dreadfully sad, but it truly took his breath away. He felt all the emotion behind the words and believed them to be so much of what he was going through while remembering his past and reluctantly foreseeing his future. He fell in love with the voice that sang the words. For a moment, he felt as though his soul mate really existed, but that could have been exhaustion talking. Halfway into the song, "My Immortal," he realized the person she had known and not known was more than likely himself, but the only person he could come up with that could be the singer . . .
'No . . . No. It can't be true. Surely she couldn't be that skilled in music as well.' The singing suddenly stopped mid-note. Then her voice filled his head again.
'Professor? Oh, God. He heard that!'
'Miss Granger. I think we need to talk about this. Meet me at the Headmaster's office in ten minutes.'
Harry woke with a start in Helga's solarium. The perfumed muggy air comforted him making Harry drowsy again. 'All will be revealed in your dreams, Harry. It is the way of the Goddess.' Harry tried to pry himself from the purple cushioned bench, but the drowsiness was overwhelming. Still fighting with his mind to wake up, his body fell back to the cozy cushions and pulled back the down comforter he assumed the Lady must have put on him while he slept. He gave into the urge to sleep and keep sleeping. 'All will be revealed in your dreams,' the Lady of Avalon told him.
Instantly Harry was back in the dream that had startled him to wake moments before. He saw himself overlooking the Isle of Avalon from the circle of stone on the highest hillside. What was starling about the dream was that Harry felt the emotion he went through as he looked over Avalon. Harry felt completely at home. The feeling was even more intense than the first time he left Hogwarts to go back to the Dursleys.
Looking down the stone steps he had climbed to the circle, he could see a man emerging from the Avalon mists holding a long silver sword with blue and green gems on the hilt. After him a tall thin woman in blue robes with dark black hair, the Lady of Avalon, held a staff of dark wood. Along with her was Mrs. Weasley carrying a box of dried flowers and rock. 'Potions ingredients,' Harry supposed. Harry turned away from them and looked to the center of the circle of stones.
Next to the stone altar in the center was Mia tending a cauldron fire beneath a blue crystal caldron. Next to the cauldron three glass orbs laid within an open violet blue velvet covered box. Around the box Harry could see a shimmer of gold surrounding it like a force field of some kind. Harry imagined the orbs had been put away for a long, long time, and the protection spell that still existed was very strong. Harry approached Mia feeling anxious yet peaceful. Not five minutes went by and Snape, Mrs. Weasley, and Viviane had arrived.
Harry shook his head from the daze. Instinctively he rose from the bench and headed to the one place he knew he'd find some answers. The Headmaster's office.
Translations
Reseroreveal
Invasioinvasion, in this case the memory invades Blanche's mind