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Some language in this chapter. You've been warned.

"Well, she seems alright." Madame Pomfrey announced.

"A lightning bolt came out of the sky and almost hit her. How can she seem alright?" Allison screamed.

"Stop shouting! You'll wake the patients."

"Yeah, Ally." Liz said.

"Don't call me that."

"If you're done, can I go?" Evelyn asked, bored out of her mind.

"I need to do some more tests." Pomfrey announced.

"The fuck you do!" Evelyn retorted.

"Language, Miss Potter." she replied, pulling out a giant needle. Evelyn blanched at the sight.

"Don't even think about it." she spat.

"Take her seriously, Madame. She might call Zeus." Oliver joked as he walked through the door. He looked way better than before. Evelyn narrowed her eyes.

"Oh. The drunken asshole appears. What happened? You finally peeled yourself off the floor?" she said. Hermione stormed around the corner.

"Shut up. Draco's asleep." Amy looked at her in shock.

"You care?"

"Yes. I do."

"So what happened to him?" Evelyn asked curiously.

"He said it was his father. His punishment for turning his back on the Death Eaters." Hermione replied quietly before disappearing.

"She likes him!" Liz exclaimed. "The genius of Gryffindor likes the Prince of Slytherin!"

"People can't help who they fall in love with. If we could, there would be no such thing as heartbreak." Oliver told her simply.

"Well said, Oliver. Well said." Dumbledore replied from the door. "How are you doing?" he asked Evelyn.

"Tell her to put the big needle away and I'll be great."

"We need a sample of your blood." Pomfrey argued.

"When was the last time you got laid?" Evelyn argued. "You take your job way too seriously. I am not a pin cushion."

"You have got to be the crudest person I have ever met. Somebody else do this! I refuse!" Pomfrey stomped out of the room, shoving the needle into Oliver's hand. He grinned evilly.

"Do it and I'll fucking castrate you!" she threatened, her eyes slowly turning scarlet once again. Oliver, worried for his safety, put the needle down. Dumbledore looked pleased.

"What?" she asked.

He calmly told her, "Your power is slowly returning. By tonight you should be at your best."

"And then what? I become your pawn? Your way to win this war?"

"No, but you could be a vital part of it."

"I am not risking my life for a world who has never realized I exist. I am prepared to save Harry. I am not ready to die. Not for you people." She stormed out of the infirmary, tempted to curse the first person to talk to her.

"Headmaster, are you sure it's her? The lightning bolt could have been a fluke." Amy mentioned.

"Last night, Professor Trelawney made a prediction: Born of the lions, destined for greatness, music and love lead the way." he recited.

"I don't get it." Allison whined.

"Evelyn was born from two Gryffindors. At only the age of three, she started to show signs of wandless magic, or so James told me. She is in the profession of music, and after this morning's show, it all fits. Curing Draco and the dementors served as catalysts for her powers to break through. After six years of suppressing them, it is my belief that being back at Hogwarts has allowed her powers to flourish. Now, it is almost lunch time and I'm starving. Shall we go?" They all headed towards the door, but Allison had one more question to ask.

"What about love? You said that love would lead the way."

Dumbledore sighed and looked out the window. They could see Evelyn sitting in the courtyard alone. As they continued to watch, Oliver appeared, staring at the girl in front of him.

"That has yet to be seen Allison. Yet to be seen."

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