The Wizarding War
DISCLAIMER: NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS BELONG TO ME BUT THEY DO BELONG TO J.K ROWLING.
Chapter 3
Harry was sat in DADA watching Professor Soprano went on about wandless magic and its advantages in combat. For nearly a week now, all the Professors had been talking about the same thing. The only bright light at the end of the tunnel was that he could almost use wandless magic, and it was becoming easier every time. Ron was sat next to him playing with one of Fred and George's jokes from their shop in Diagon Alley. Up a couple of desks from them, Gabriel looked as though he had gone to sleep, and Dean and Seamus were whispering quietly about what had happened last week and Dean's relationship with Ginny Weasley. Near the right a bit, Hermione and Rogue were sat with Lavender and Parvati, but Harry couldn't hear what they were talking about. He assumed it was something hilarious, because they kept laughing really loudly every few seconds. It was a wonder Professor Soprano didn't do anything about it and kept magicking up notes onto the board. Another thing that was bothering Harry right now was that Hermione was actually sitting with Rogue and a couple of other girls. Hermione had been spending hardly any time with them, and she was supposed to be one of his best friends. Maybe she had finally grown tired of arguing with Ron all the time.
"I'm bored," Ron whispered to Harry, "Have you got the notes written down?"
"Yeah I do," Harry whispered, "I found a spell in this book that has an automatic copying spell on it. It'll copy down these notes without me having to do anything. It's cool!"
"How do you work it?" Ron asked interested.
Harry gave him the low-down on the spell and how it worked. Ron instantly set to wand practice when Professor Soprano swooped down on the two of them for not paying attention. She'd apparently finished magicking notes up onto the board and had noticed half her class wasn't paying attention because she'd taken points off everyone that was talking and given them all detention. Except Hermione of course, because Hermione had had the sense to quieten down when she saw that Professor Soprano had stopped writing notes down on the board.
"What are you doing?" She shrieked angrily, "You're supposed to be copying the notes not playing with spells!"
"But I've copied down all the notes Professor," Harry supplied innocently.
"But Weasley hasn't even begun to take notes," Soprano snarled, "Eyes on the work, Potter. Five points from Gryffindor. Carry on with your work now!"
Professor Soprano then swirled around and stalked back to her desk. She apparently wasn't pleased with the progress the class was making. But Harry, being Harry, was confused as to why she could be all nice one minute and then go suddenly nasty. Ron informed him later, as they were walking out, that it was a women thing. Nothing satisfied them. Ron was explaining this when Cinnabar and her cronies approached the Gryffindors talking loudly. Cinnabar was at the head of the group, Malfoy was way at the back looking disgruntled and unhappy. Harry wondered for a moment as to what was going on when he was shoved out of the way by Rogue.
"Ah… Rogue," Cinnabar drawled, "A pleasure to see you again. I see you've become far too arrogant. Let me take you down a few pegs."
Cinnabar then produced two fireballs into her hands as Harry watched Rogue's eyes widen. He then turned his head back towards Cinnabar's hands, his liking for her instantly vanishing. How was she able to do that? Not even the best of wizards could create fireballs without saying a sound. She then threw them at Rogue and the crowd dispersed. Harry soon found himself shielded by Gabriel, who had managed to shove Harry behind a suit of armour along with Ron.
"Aim's getting worse every time we meet, Mills," Rogue taunted, "What? Oh yeah that's right. You suck. I forgot that minor detail. I hear you're leading the Slytherin minority club. Too bad you're not pureblood aye? You're a mudblood loser."
The Slytherin's all looked at Cinnabar astonished. Rogue smirked knowing she had touched a nerve when Harry saw, from behind the suit of armour, that the Slytherin had begun hand to hand combat with Rogue and hadn't used the fireballs. For which Harry was extremely grateful, and the corridor was becoming more crowded with spectators now that flames weren't being thrown. Rogue blocked a couple of punches and threw some of her own. About the third punch from Rogue, Cinnabar went flying into the wall. Rogue swayed a little and clasped her hands over her ears as Cinnabar glared in her direction.
Harry watched the interaction between the two girls not comprehending what was happening. His own head was throbbing and he had to slide down the wall to sit. Ron gave a fearful look towards the girls then back at Harry.
"Scar?" Ron whispered pulling Harry up.
"No," Harry groaned quietly, "My head's throbbing painfully though."
"Ow, look's like Rogue's not feeling much better," Ron commented as Rogue collapsed onto the ground.
Cinnabar gracefully swung herself up and smirked as she kicked the collapsed Rogue. She then looked at the other students around her and motioned for the other Slytherin's to follow. When they were out of sight Harry and Ron approached Rogue. Harry quickly felt for a pulse while Ron looked around for help.
"Ron, go get a teacher, I think Rogue's…" Harry looked up to see Professor Dumbledore in front of him.
"Collapsed? Yes," Dumbledore said evenly, "Although I do say that was an impressive bit of magic Cinnabar just preformed. One wouldn't expect her to be able to perform telepathy at such a young age. It's very rare for witches to be able to use it. Or wizards for that matter."
"Professor, how do we get her to the hospital wing?" Harry asked getting up.
"Easily, Wingardium, Leviosa," Dumbledore said calmly as Rogue was levitated into the air, then used the charm that enabled the floating object, in this case, Rogue, to move, "Harry come with me. Ron, I suggest you go to the next class you have and take this note in for Harry."
Ron nodded quickly and accepted the note from Professor Dumbledore. He took off in a hurry as he wove his way through the corridors. Harry watched him go sadly then turned to follow the Professor as they went to the hospital wing. Thoughts were racing through Harry's mind as they moved. Hopefully Rogue awoke soon, so Harry and Dumbledore knew what had just happened from Rogue's point of view. But if Harry knew rightly, Rogue wasn't going to give up any information without a fight. In her mind losing a fight was bad enough, not only that but it was humiliating. Especially in front of an audience. So the question was, how was Dumbledore going to get the information he needed without extracting it painfully? Use the truth potion? It was always a risk. They soon reached the hospital wing and Rogue was placed on a bed there.
"Enervrate," Dumbledore said as Rogue's eyes fluttered open.
"What happened?" Rogue demanded, seeing Dumbledore and Harry.
"That Rogue, is what I'd like to know," Dumbledore said quietly, "What happened between you and Cinnabar."
"Oh that," Rogue said with a faint smile, "It was just a fight. Cinnabar overpowered me."
"It was more than that to me, Rogue," Dumbledore murmured, "I saw you clasp your head in pain. What happened?"
"What happened? I'll tell you hey, so you can have a good laugh with the teachers in the staffroom aye?" Rogue snarled, and Harry got a strong reminder of Snape, "Cinnabar and I had an argument. Then she threw a fire ball at me. We fought, and I lost. That's all."
"That's not what I asked," Dumbledore pushed quickly, "Look. I am not here to spread gossip. I am here to clarify what happened more my own understanding so I can prevent any further incidents from happening again."
"Okay, so Cinnabar used well, telepathy," Rogue grumbled angrily, green eyes flashing, "She said to me that she was in the employment of the Dark Lord. She said that I could have those powers too, if I wanted to be trained up by the greatest wizard in the wizarding world. The wizard who will one day rule the wizarding world. I refused, not out of loyalty to you of course, but because I can do better than her on my own. If she needs someone dark and powerful to back her up, then she's not very confident, nor powerful enough to be out on her own."
"I see," Dumbledore concluded, "Right. Now here is something that I think you two ought to know."
Both Harry and Rogue looked in Dumbledore's direction. Rogue looked more haughty than curious to know what was going on. Harry however, was just curious. What could be important enough for the both of them to know?
"I know this will come as a shock to you as you've both led different lives," Dumbledore said calmly, "and had different up-bringings to one another. But, like it or no, you are twins. Family. You were separated because at the time Lily and James decided that you both would need protection. Lily decided that Rogue would be in the most danger, because after all she would have inherited the power that came from her family line, hidden deep, far back generations. It was the ability to control the weather, and have extraordinary powers. If Voldemort had got a hold of that power, she reasoned, and then the whole wizarding world would be in trouble. So you Rogue, were adopted out."
"Family? Twins? What are you, quoting Star Wars?" Rogue snarled angrily, "I do not have any other living relatives. There is just me, mum and dad. Living together. Alone."
"Same goes for me, except it's my uncle and aunt I'm living with," Harry supplied, "How could I have family? Hagrid firmly stated that I had no other blood relatives."
"That may be, I did warn you it was tough. However the story is not complete yet," Dumbledore told them firmly, "Voldemort had indeed discovered your abilities Rogue, but they didn't concern him much. He had set out to kill the one that the Prophecy stated would finish him off. Once you were believed dead, his mind quickly turned to young Harry and decided to finish the boy off first. Instead it backfired because of the love and protection of his mother. Lily did what was best for both of you out of love, without it, neither of you would be protected from evil the way you are now."
Rogue and Harry stared at Dumbledore in disbelief. Harry then turned to his sister, confused for what he should be feeling for her. She had much stronger willpower than he did, and much more power itself. What could he provide that he couldn't? What if it was Rogue that the Prophecy was actually about? Sure the Daily Prophet had been going on about how he was the Chosen One and his so called abilities. Sure the Prophet was now spurting warning and safety articles to help defend yourself against the Voldemort. But how could he be the Chosen One when she had so much more power than he did? When she could finish off Voldemort with just a flick of a hand? It wasn't something he enjoyed thinking about. That weight still hadn't been lifted off of his shoulders.
"So the Prophecy could have been about three people," Harry surmised slowly, "Me, Rogue and Neville."
"Precisely," Dumbledore told them, eyes twinkling, "I'd better leave you two to it. I've got some other stuff to sort out."
With that Dumbledore left the Hospital Wing leaving both Harry and Rogue behind. Rogue, lying in her hospital bed, turned to Harry angrily, her emerald green eyes flashing.
"You are not my family," Rogue snarled, "whatever that old fag says. Get out!"
Harry backed away from Rogue and then followed her request. He was thinking along the same lines although he hadn't had it in mind to be quite that rude. Not only did he have a prophecy to fulfil, but his life was becoming increasingly similar to the Star Wars movie, and he wasn't quite prepared enough to play the hero. He would have to tell Ron and Hermione of course. They couldn't not know. But his next step would be to get Rogue to think that them being family was a good thing. After all, it was something he'd always wanted, whether or not he'd quite happened to think of it turning out this way or not. He made his way to his next class, and continuously thought about what could happen. He just needed a little time to think it through and get used to the idea before he told his two best friends.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Sorry this took so long to come out. I'm struggling with ideas, and this was always part of the plan. Yeah, so I know I'm going to get a lot of backtalk about my decision. But hell, nothing much is going to change between Harry and Rogue. Now… all I have to figure out is what to do next.