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Erika – The Legacy of Lily and James
I woke up on Halloween morning to see Jewel standing over her trunk, folding a shirt.
"Good morning," she said, and reached for a pair of pants on her bed.
"Morning," I replied, "Where is everyone?"
Jewel sighed, and told me, "Avery and Lucy already went to breakfast and Megan's in the bathroom. I wanted to get as much packing done as possible before breakfast."
"Today should be fun. It's Halloween," I said.
Jewel nodded, "Yeah."
Meg came into the room, and said the usual "good morning" before finishing getting ready. I got up and did the same. By the time Meg and I were done Jewel had packed most of her stuff and was ready for breakfast. The three of us walked down to the Great Hall, where Avery and Lucy were already eating. The poison training Anya had been submitting her students to was working well: no one had found any poison in their food or drink since Meg's attempted poisoning.
"Happy Halloween," Lucy greeted us warmly.
We all returned the greeting and sat down. I glanced up to the ceiling, which was partly cloudy with a chilly sort of blue.
"Mail come yet?" I asked.
Lucy shook her head, and replied, "Any minute now. You think Sarah might've sent some cookies for Halloween?"
"Maybe. She's probably really busy with the wedding plans," I reminded them.
Never the less, when the mail came, we all looked up eagerly. Hedwig did deliver a package and a letter for me. I took the letter and gave Lucy permission to open the package.
"Erika," the letter read, "First of all, happy Halloween. Sarah and I have been very busy, with the wedding plans and other things you will soon know. Sarah did find time to make you a treat. I hope you and your friends enjoy them. We'll be visiting Hogwarts soon, to discuss our plans with Dumbledore. I want to talk to you then. We hope you're doing well, and try to stay out of trouble. Harry and Sarah."
"Cookies!" Lucy exclaimed, finally managing to open the package.
I folded the letter and set it down. Meg turned to look at me quickly, and stopped.
"What's wrong? Did you get bad news?" she asked.
"Something's happened. I dunno what, Harry couldn't say. But something's happened," I replied.
"Something like... this?" Jewel asked, lifting up Meg's copy of the Daily Prophet (which she has delivered) out of some scrammbled eggs where it had dropped.
The headline read "Dark Mark Raised in London". Below it was a picture of the Dark Mark, floating eerily and slowly rotating against a night sky.
"What else does it say?" I asked, starting to feel sick.
Jewel looked at it, and said, "Someone was killed in London. A man named Deladus Diggle."
I knew that name. So did Meg. But I didn't know where I knew the name from, and I knew I should. It bothered me.
"He was a member of the Order," Meg whispered.
"He knows then," I concluded.
"Who knows what?" Jewel asked, turning back to us.
Caught.
"Harry," I said, quickly, "He, er, knows that Sarah and I were going to get chocolate cake for the wedding even though he wants vanilla."
Jewel looked at me strangely, but shrugged.
When Meg and I left the Great Hall Meg burst out laughing.
"What?" I asked.
"Good excuse, cake flavors," Meg told me, laughing.
I started laughing, too, because she was right. It was a really bad excuse.
"Hey," I defended myself, "At least she believed it."
We saw Anya later that day, in a hallway on our way to the feast. She smiled when she saw us.
"You're a little late," she said.
Meg nodded, "We were helping a friend pack."
Anya nodded as if she understood, then said, "Yes, Jewel Morgan. It's a shame she's leaving, but I don't blame her parents. England isn't a safe place to live right now, even Hogwarts is losing it's previous glow. She's not the only one leaving, either. Three others are leaving as well, and four more at the end of the year."
"That many?" I asked.
Anya nodded, "Dumbledore's worried. I don't blame him, and I don't blame them. They're just scared."
I sighed.
"What do you know about the killing in London?" Meg asked, trying to change the subject.
Anya shook her head, "Not much. Deladus wasn't on duty. He was off duty if I understood correctly."
"So he knows, then?" I asked, "Who's in the Order?"
Anya nodded, "It appears so. The Order'll have to be very careful, but the headquarters should be safe. Dumbledore's Secret Keeper, he'll watch it."
"They won't stop, then?" I asked.
"Erika! Of course they won't! I thought Harry would've assured you of that by now. We'll just have to be more careful," Anya said, then smiled, "I know for a fact that some of us would give our lives for this cause. We'll die if we have to. This whole thing has taken precedence over our own lives."
She stopped talking and looked at the ground. I knew she was one of those people, who were willing to give their lives to save the world. It sounded like something out of a storybook about heros who killed the monsters. But it's all real, I thought, looking at Anya, it's so real.
"I would," Meg announced, quietly, "Anything for this to stop."
I nodded, "Me, too."
Anya smiled, sadly, "I hope you won't have to. You're so young. But you're very brave, both of you. And not just for saying that, but for everything else, too."
"You're brave, too, Anya," I told her.
"Where were you coming from when we found you, anyway? You looked very pensive," Meg asked.
"Coming back from Dumbledore's office. He had a message for me from Hestia. She's a distant relative on my dad's side. She's also in the Order. Between her and Remus and the others I'm always filled in. It was just more about Deladus. They think there was a struggle, which means Voldemort wanted some information first. Hopefully, he didn't get any."
"What do you think he wanted information about?" I asked.
"There's so much he wants to know that it's hard to tell," Anya said, "That's what Meg helps us with."
Meg nodded, then asked, "Deladus was researching something, right?"
"Yes. You told us that Voldemort was interested in eternal life and had Death Eaters researching it for him. So we did the same. Deladus was researching methods of it and how to stop or reverse it," Anya explained.
"That was probably why then," I said.
Anya nodded, and agreed, "Dumbledore thinks so, too."
That evening the five of us sat together in the Great Hall for the last time, admiring the deocorations. As always, the Great Hall was decorated with floating pumpkins, bats, and all the Halloween neccessities. Amongst the usual food was sweets of all sorts. We were all trying to be cheerful for Jewel's sake, but the fact that this was her last night at Hogwarts was sitting heavily upon her. She looked gloomy the whole time. We did manage to make her laugh occasionally, but the feast wasn't the same.
After the feast we all went back to our room. Jewel's trunk sat open and full on the floor in front of her bed.
"Only a few more hours, then," Jewel said, frowning at her trunk.
"It won't be bad at Beauxbatons, Jewel," Meg assured her, "I've heard it's very nice."
Jewel laughed, then replied, "My French is horrible. They'll probably chuck me out, and I won't even understand it!"
We all smiled.
"You'll make friends real quick," I added.
I wasn't sure if we were really helping or not, but Jewel did look a little more at ease, which was good.
The next morning Jewel was up earlier than the rest of us. She was already dressed and ready, her trunk packed and closed.
"My parents are going to meet me in Dumbledore's office in an hour," she told us.
"We'll come too," Lucy said, "We'll skip breakfast and run to class. It'll be fine."
We all nodded and agreed. It was a rush to get ready that morning, but we made it. Lucy and I carried the trunk and the five of us made our way to Dumbledore's office to say goodbye. Professor McGonagall was waiting for us outside his office.
"I though you all might come. Hurry up, everyone's waiting. All the papers are signed, they're just waiting for you," she said.
Jewel's parents were sitting in chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk, which he was sitting at, calm and serene. He looked amused when he saw that we all had come.
"Oh, good, I was afraid you would be late," he said.
All the adults stood up. Mr. and Mrs. Morgan looked very ready to go.
"Come on, Jewel. We're leaving. The movers are coming in an hour and we're leaving for Paris right afterwards," Mr. Morgan said.
Jewel nodded, "Just give me a minute to say goodbye."
"Of course," Mrs. Morgan said, smiling a smile so fake it was disgusting.
Her eyes lingered on Meg and I, and made a look like she was trying to appear friendly. She didn't trust us. Instead of looking away, I made a point of returning her gaze.
Jewel went aroundt he room and hugged the four of us.
"I'll write as much as possible," she promised, "Be careful, okay?"
We all agreed.
"You be careful as well," I told her.
She smiled, and nodded, "Okay."
Jewel said goodbye to Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore. Mr. Morgan grabbed her trunk. With one last wave Jewel disappeared into the fire. I hoped she would be back, but I didn't know.
Soon after Jewel left Professor Trelawney gave her third year class a ridiculously long and evil (at least in our opinion) project. As a result you could often find her 3rd years crowded in the Library during breaks.
One day Lucy came into the Library where Meg and I were already working.
"We just got a letter from Jewel," Lucy announced and sat down.
Meg and I read it together, each of us holding a different side. It was relatively short.
"Salut! It's me! I've been at Beauxbatons for a week, and it's not too bad. I miss Hogwarts and I miss you guys. They call me 'Julie' here because Jewel is such an English name. I've made a few friends, no one like you guys. Their names are Marie-Anne and Herve. They help me with my French. I must go to class. Au revoir! Jewel."
"She sounds happy," I said, giving the letter back to Lucy.
Lucy nodded, "Yeah. But that's good. I'm glad she's happy. Even if she's in France."
We all nodded.
"Well, I've gotta go and find Avery. She'll want to see the letter, too. I'll see you later," Lucy said, standing up.
Once she left Meg and I returned to our books. A few minutes later someone else sat down at our table. It was Lucas.
"Hi, Erika, Megan. I, er, wanted to talk to you about the Order..." he started to say.
Only he never got past the "or" in order. I snapped my book shut, so you couldn't hear the rest. Lucas looked surprised, and Meg stared at him with wide eyes.
"Not here," I hissed, looking at the table of Slytherins sitting not too far away.
I stood up and put my books in my bag. Meg and Lucas did the same. The three of us left in silence. Once out of the library and I was sure we wouldn't be overheard, I swung around to face him.
"What are you, daft? What did you want to ask me?" I asked.
Lucas grinned, and replied, "Well, my parents just joined the Order of the Phoenix, you see, and I know you guys are really glose to the Order, so I wanted to ask some questions. I know that man that was killed on Halloween was in the Order. And I was wondering if that happens a lot."
"Just because it storms a lot doesn't mean it's a common thing," Meg told him.
I grinned, and added, "What she means is, yeah, people do die somethings, but it's getting better. And just because you could die shouldn't stop you. You can die from just walking out your door. So is it really more dangerous?"
"I guess not. I'm just worried is all," Lucas explained.
"We all are," I told him, "But be more careful, lots of mini-Death Eaters in training are in Hogwarts, and they'd oh so love to tell their daddies and master anything about the Order."
Lucas nodded, "Got it. Keep quiet about the Order."
"Good. Well, then, welcome to the club of the Young Members of the Order of the Phoenix," I said.
Meg and Lucas laughed.
"Did you just make that up?" Lucas asked.
I nodded, and answered, "Yep."
Author's Note- Well, that is all. The third movie comes out soon! Everyone clap! Yay! We meet Sirius! Well, anways, hope you enjoyed the 32nd chappie, next one should be along soon now that I'm in the Harry Potter mood again (thanks to one of my friends for a discussion about Harry Potter at gym class today and getting me in the HP mood). Stay tuned!
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Disclaimer (Yes, I know, it is a "further delay")- I own nothing. It all belongs to the Great Harry Potter people! I am not one of the aforementioned group. tear
Erika – The Legacy of Lily and James
I woke up on Halloween morning to see Jewel standing over her trunk, folding a shirt.
"Good morning," she said, and reached for a pair of pants on her bed.
"Morning," I replied, "Where is everyone?"
Jewel sighed, and told me, "Avery and Lucy already went to breakfast and Megan's in the bathroom. I wanted to get as much packing done as possible before breakfast."
"Today should be fun. It's Halloween," I said.
Jewel nodded, "Yeah."
Meg came into the room, and said the usual "good morning" before finishing getting ready. I got up and did the same. By the time Meg and I were done Jewel had packed most of her stuff and was ready for breakfast. The three of us walked down to the Great Hall, where Avery and Lucy were already eating. The poison training Anya had been submitting her students to was working well: no one had found any poison in their food or drink since Meg's attempted poisoning.
"Happy Halloween," Lucy greeted us warmly.
We all returned the greeting and sat down. I glanced up to the ceiling, which was partly cloudy with a chilly sort of blue.
"Mail come yet?" I asked.
Lucy shook her head, and replied, "Any minute now. You think Sarah might've sent some cookies for Halloween?"
"Maybe. She's probably really busy with the wedding plans," I reminded them.
Never the less, when the mail came, we all looked up eagerly. Hedwig did deliver a package and a letter for me. I took the letter and gave Lucy permission to open the package.
"Erika," the letter read, "First of all, happy Halloween. Sarah and I have been very busy, with the wedding plans and other things you will soon know. Sarah did find time to make you a treat. I hope you and your friends enjoy them. We'll be visiting Hogwarts soon, to discuss our plans with Dumbledore. I want to talk to you then. We hope you're doing well, and try to stay out of trouble. Harry and Sarah."
"Cookies!" Lucy exclaimed, finally managing to open the package.
I folded the letter and set it down. Meg turned to look at me quickly, and stopped.
"What's wrong? Did you get bad news?" she asked.
"Something's happened. I dunno what, Harry couldn't say. But something's happened," I replied.
"Something like... this?" Jewel asked, lifting up Meg's copy of the Daily Prophet (which she has delivered) out of some scrammbled eggs where it had dropped.
The headline read "Dark Mark Raised in London". Below it was a picture of the Dark Mark, floating eerily and slowly rotating against a night sky.
"What else does it say?" I asked, starting to feel sick.
Jewel looked at it, and said, "Someone was killed in London. A man named Deladus Diggle."
I knew that name. So did Meg. But I didn't know where I knew the name from, and I knew I should. It bothered me.
"He was a member of the Order," Meg whispered.
"He knows then," I concluded.
"Who knows what?" Jewel asked, turning back to us.
Caught.
"Harry," I said, quickly, "He, er, knows that Sarah and I were going to get chocolate cake for the wedding even though he wants vanilla."
Jewel looked at me strangely, but shrugged.
When Meg and I left the Great Hall Meg burst out laughing.
"What?" I asked.
"Good excuse, cake flavors," Meg told me, laughing.
I started laughing, too, because she was right. It was a really bad excuse.
"Hey," I defended myself, "At least she believed it."
We saw Anya later that day, in a hallway on our way to the feast. She smiled when she saw us.
"You're a little late," she said.
Meg nodded, "We were helping a friend pack."
Anya nodded as if she understood, then said, "Yes, Jewel Morgan. It's a shame she's leaving, but I don't blame her parents. England isn't a safe place to live right now, even Hogwarts is losing it's previous glow. She's not the only one leaving, either. Three others are leaving as well, and four more at the end of the year."
"That many?" I asked.
Anya nodded, "Dumbledore's worried. I don't blame him, and I don't blame them. They're just scared."
I sighed.
"What do you know about the killing in London?" Meg asked, trying to change the subject.
Anya shook her head, "Not much. Deladus wasn't on duty. He was off duty if I understood correctly."
"So he knows, then?" I asked, "Who's in the Order?"
Anya nodded, "It appears so. The Order'll have to be very careful, but the headquarters should be safe. Dumbledore's Secret Keeper, he'll watch it."
"They won't stop, then?" I asked.
"Erika! Of course they won't! I thought Harry would've assured you of that by now. We'll just have to be more careful," Anya said, then smiled, "I know for a fact that some of us would give our lives for this cause. We'll die if we have to. This whole thing has taken precedence over our own lives."
She stopped talking and looked at the ground. I knew she was one of those people, who were willing to give their lives to save the world. It sounded like something out of a storybook about heros who killed the monsters. But it's all real, I thought, looking at Anya, it's so real.
"I would," Meg announced, quietly, "Anything for this to stop."
I nodded, "Me, too."
Anya smiled, sadly, "I hope you won't have to. You're so young. But you're very brave, both of you. And not just for saying that, but for everything else, too."
"You're brave, too, Anya," I told her.
"Where were you coming from when we found you, anyway? You looked very pensive," Meg asked.
"Coming back from Dumbledore's office. He had a message for me from Hestia. She's a distant relative on my dad's side. She's also in the Order. Between her and Remus and the others I'm always filled in. It was just more about Deladus. They think there was a struggle, which means Voldemort wanted some information first. Hopefully, he didn't get any."
"What do you think he wanted information about?" I asked.
"There's so much he wants to know that it's hard to tell," Anya said, "That's what Meg helps us with."
Meg nodded, then asked, "Deladus was researching something, right?"
"Yes. You told us that Voldemort was interested in eternal life and had Death Eaters researching it for him. So we did the same. Deladus was researching methods of it and how to stop or reverse it," Anya explained.
"That was probably why then," I said.
Anya nodded, and agreed, "Dumbledore thinks so, too."
That evening the five of us sat together in the Great Hall for the last time, admiring the deocorations. As always, the Great Hall was decorated with floating pumpkins, bats, and all the Halloween neccessities. Amongst the usual food was sweets of all sorts. We were all trying to be cheerful for Jewel's sake, but the fact that this was her last night at Hogwarts was sitting heavily upon her. She looked gloomy the whole time. We did manage to make her laugh occasionally, but the feast wasn't the same.
After the feast we all went back to our room. Jewel's trunk sat open and full on the floor in front of her bed.
"Only a few more hours, then," Jewel said, frowning at her trunk.
"It won't be bad at Beauxbatons, Jewel," Meg assured her, "I've heard it's very nice."
Jewel laughed, then replied, "My French is horrible. They'll probably chuck me out, and I won't even understand it!"
We all smiled.
"You'll make friends real quick," I added.
I wasn't sure if we were really helping or not, but Jewel did look a little more at ease, which was good.
The next morning Jewel was up earlier than the rest of us. She was already dressed and ready, her trunk packed and closed.
"My parents are going to meet me in Dumbledore's office in an hour," she told us.
"We'll come too," Lucy said, "We'll skip breakfast and run to class. It'll be fine."
We all nodded and agreed. It was a rush to get ready that morning, but we made it. Lucy and I carried the trunk and the five of us made our way to Dumbledore's office to say goodbye. Professor McGonagall was waiting for us outside his office.
"I though you all might come. Hurry up, everyone's waiting. All the papers are signed, they're just waiting for you," she said.
Jewel's parents were sitting in chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk, which he was sitting at, calm and serene. He looked amused when he saw that we all had come.
"Oh, good, I was afraid you would be late," he said.
All the adults stood up. Mr. and Mrs. Morgan looked very ready to go.
"Come on, Jewel. We're leaving. The movers are coming in an hour and we're leaving for Paris right afterwards," Mr. Morgan said.
Jewel nodded, "Just give me a minute to say goodbye."
"Of course," Mrs. Morgan said, smiling a smile so fake it was disgusting.
Her eyes lingered on Meg and I, and made a look like she was trying to appear friendly. She didn't trust us. Instead of looking away, I made a point of returning her gaze.
Jewel went aroundt he room and hugged the four of us.
"I'll write as much as possible," she promised, "Be careful, okay?"
We all agreed.
"You be careful as well," I told her.
She smiled, and nodded, "Okay."
Jewel said goodbye to Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore. Mr. Morgan grabbed her trunk. With one last wave Jewel disappeared into the fire. I hoped she would be back, but I didn't know.
Soon after Jewel left Professor Trelawney gave her third year class a ridiculously long and evil (at least in our opinion) project. As a result you could often find her 3rd years crowded in the Library during breaks.
One day Lucy came into the Library where Meg and I were already working.
"We just got a letter from Jewel," Lucy announced and sat down.
Meg and I read it together, each of us holding a different side. It was relatively short.
"Salut! It's me! I've been at Beauxbatons for a week, and it's not too bad. I miss Hogwarts and I miss you guys. They call me 'Julie' here because Jewel is such an English name. I've made a few friends, no one like you guys. Their names are Marie-Anne and Herve. They help me with my French. I must go to class. Au revoir! Jewel."
"She sounds happy," I said, giving the letter back to Lucy.
Lucy nodded, "Yeah. But that's good. I'm glad she's happy. Even if she's in France."
We all nodded.
"Well, I've gotta go and find Avery. She'll want to see the letter, too. I'll see you later," Lucy said, standing up.
Once she left Meg and I returned to our books. A few minutes later someone else sat down at our table. It was Lucas.
"Hi, Erika, Megan. I, er, wanted to talk to you about the Order..." he started to say.
Only he never got past the "or" in order. I snapped my book shut, so you couldn't hear the rest. Lucas looked surprised, and Meg stared at him with wide eyes.
"Not here," I hissed, looking at the table of Slytherins sitting not too far away.
I stood up and put my books in my bag. Meg and Lucas did the same. The three of us left in silence. Once out of the library and I was sure we wouldn't be overheard, I swung around to face him.
"What are you, daft? What did you want to ask me?" I asked.
Lucas grinned, and replied, "Well, my parents just joined the Order of the Phoenix, you see, and I know you guys are really glose to the Order, so I wanted to ask some questions. I know that man that was killed on Halloween was in the Order. And I was wondering if that happens a lot."
"Just because it storms a lot doesn't mean it's a common thing," Meg told him.
I grinned, and added, "What she means is, yeah, people do die somethings, but it's getting better. And just because you could die shouldn't stop you. You can die from just walking out your door. So is it really more dangerous?"
"I guess not. I'm just worried is all," Lucas explained.
"We all are," I told him, "But be more careful, lots of mini-Death Eaters in training are in Hogwarts, and they'd oh so love to tell their daddies and master anything about the Order."
Lucas nodded, "Got it. Keep quiet about the Order."
"Good. Well, then, welcome to the club of the Young Members of the Order of the Phoenix," I said.
Meg and Lucas laughed.
"Did you just make that up?" Lucas asked.
I nodded, and answered, "Yep."
Author's Note- Well, that is all. The third movie comes out soon! Everyone clap! Yay! We meet Sirius! Well, anways, hope you enjoyed the 32nd chappie, next one should be along soon now that I'm in the Harry Potter mood again (thanks to one of my friends for a discussion about Harry Potter at gym class today and getting me in the HP mood). Stay tuned!
Any additional comments can be given to me at StarlightEve111aol.com. Feel free to email me. I love emails!