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Chapter 8: Remember

Professor Flitwick walked very fast for a man of his height, he waddled along, small arms swinging at his sides, shoulders moving heavily from left to right, Leo trailing behind, trying to avoid the eyes of passing students. Where was the professor taking him?

Finally they turned a corner, Flitwick flourishing his wand as they did, and suddenly they were in another room.

Leo breathed out slowly; taking it in, the room was circular, with pillars stretching high until they reached the ceiling and curving inwards as they hit it. A chandelier hung, suspended in mid-air, the light from it glittering like fairy dust which danced in an everlasting circle until it was suffocated by the crackling flames of a fire, which was enclosed in a huge, ornate mantel piece. Above the mantel piece hung a large, silver sword, the light from the chandelier seemed to dance thicker around this object, making the sword glint in its undying light.

Slowly teachers began to arrive, all of them staring at Leo as they passed, but not saying a word.

"Sir," Leo whispered, the professor was following each of the teachers with his eyes, looking for someone; "Sir!" Leo prompted again.

"Yes boy?" He muttered, but kept his eyes trailing after the slow trickle of teachers.

"It's just; well I thought you weren't allowed to apparate in Hogwarts."

Flitwick nodded his head and said; "Yes that's absolutely right, but my boy you didn't just apparate, that was just a small spell, simple really keeps you lot… out."

Flitwick trailed off, he had caught sight of Professor McGonagall and began to briskly approach her, gesturing for Leo to follow.

"Professor!" McGonagall looked round, frowning as she spotted Leo.

"Filius, I thought I made it clear that there were to be no children in the staff room, or did that rule just happen to slip your mind?" The Professor looked down, through her spectacles at Flitwick, and when Flitwick answered, his voice shook slightly.

"No it's just… Professor, can we talk in privacy?" Flitwick looked around as if someone was listening who shouldn't be.

McGonagall sighed but nodded, "Yes of course Filius." She gestured to a woman beside her and said, "Melantha could you look after this young gentlemen whilst Professor Flitwick and I talk over something? We'll try not to be very long." And with a wave of her wand, the both of them vanished into thin air.

"Hi" Leo turned and looked up at the speaker; younger than most of the other professors, she held an air of authority about her. She was very beautiful, her hair hung in loose curls below her shoulders; her skin was pale and so were her eyes which were a stony blue. Leo frowned, something about her was familiar it nibbled at the back of his mind; they had met before, a long time ago…

"Hello?"

Leo realised he'd been staring and quickly lowered his gaze.

"Umm, hi," he muttered into his chest, but at the sound of his voice she smiled and when she did it was enchanting.

"So what's your name then? I seem to be looking after you so I might as well know." She chuckled softly.

"I'm Leo, Leo Smith."

"Well Leo nice to meet you I'm Melantha , Professor Pollywood to you; I'll be your potions mistress this year." She paused for a second, then looked back at Leo her smile warm and comforting, "So Leo, how are you finding your first day at Hogwarts?"

Leo shrugged "I ugh, umm I mean it's been good, slightly odd though." He glanced toward the place where the two professors had disappeared.

"Yes I'm sure it has." Momentarily she paused, a faraway look entering her eyes. "I think the two professors are returning." She glanced to the right, and sure enough from that direction they came, McGonagall walking tall, Flitwick at her waist.

"Where's my wand?" Leo said as they approached him.

McGonagall fixed him with a cold stare "'Where is my wand,' Professor." She corrected him.

Leo gulped, "Sorry Professor,"

McGonagall softened, "That's better; your wand is in such a state that it is beyond repair, you'll get a new one tomorrow."

McGonagall began to walk away, but Leo stopped her. "Professor if you don't mind me asking what happened to my wand?"

McGonagall shrugged, batting the question away with a flick of her wrist. "Just a malfunction with the binding, that's all, happens to wands bread even from the best of makers." And with that she walked off, but Leo couldn't help but notice the sly smile that came from Professor Pollywood, it was the type of knowing smile that told him not all of what McGonagall had said was true.

"Right, Mr Smith I'll be taking you back then, if you wish you can join your school mates for the remainder of break." Professor Fitwick waddled over to him, and promptly Leo followed, but stopped when he felt a hand on his wrist; he turned, for a moment making contact with Melantha Pollywood's cold, pale eyes but as that moment was caught, time slowed, the people around him moved at snail pace, all their sound merged into faint murmurs. Leo was caught in a daze, his head spun.

Suddenly, those murmurs were split open by a sound that was made up of half hissing, half screaming and then it hit him, a soft, but still sharp voice and though her lips weren't moving it was Melantha who spoke.

Then the spell was broken, she let go of his wrist and Leo walked on, dazed and confused, a ringing in his head.

In that moment the professor had whispered one word and one word only, remember…