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Chapter 3 – Agnes, the castle and the mirror

Somewhere in the future – the second day of travel

Agnes

When Agnes woke up the blue fire had long extinguished. After picking and eating up some berries she returned to the strange room but it was completely empty. Deciding not to waste any more time she hit the road. Around noon it started snowing so she stopped, seeking refuge in an oak tree. Later she continued following the river.

She then reached an old abandoned castle, partially ruined, nearby a lake and another great old forest, a few hours before sunset. Feeling extremely drawn to it, Agnes passed what had been green houses and entered through great doors and kept walking.

The halls were full of memories. She entered a huge hall with 5 old tables: four of them were broken or dismantled, result from a possible battle, almost side by side, and had been extremely long, while the last one, smaller, was in the opposite point of the room, above them all.

Agnes started to hear whispers in her ear, trying to focus on it she closed her eyes for a few moments and saw scenes from the past… the tables appeared to be newer, full of youngsters and the smaller table was occupied with elders, a girl was sitting in a chair with a hat on her head, she looked so much like herself… "But that's not me…" When Agnes opened her eyes again, everything was the same as before: broken, sad, empty. She went to one of the windows in the hall and saw a strange electric storm approaching, deciding immediately to stay inside and explore the castle.

She wandered in the corridors and reached the stairs. Some of them had stood half in midair and all were full of dust, having not been moved or stepped for god knows how long. Still, Agnes went up several stairs and she reached a floor. While walking in a corridor she distinguished an acute sound…

"Hello? Is someone there?"

Agnes started heading towards the sounds, and a violin weeping was getting stronger and stronger, and seemed it was coming from a room.

"Anybody?", she yelled, scared. 'This is just like my dream. I'm in front of the door and when it opens…'

Agnes tried to open the door with her magick without results. Without knowing why, she started pacing back and forward impatiently. 'I wish I could get inside'. And the Room's door opened.

The room interior was just like home. A forest with a lake, ivories, butterflies, leaves falling sweetly over you. The grass, such a comfortable ground… you could sleep on it. However, there was a mirror in the room. You could tell it was magical, its surface was plain but once reached, it became liquid. Agnes, being curious, touched its surface and realized how big that mistake was. The mirror surface started to expand towards her, sucking a terrified and yelling Agnes, who was fighting for release and had realized that her powers would do nothing, so she stopped moving and let herself be consumed and dragged into the mirror, loosing her conscience.

Outside the Room, the stairs started moving again and the castle woke up of its stupor.

Hours, days, weeks later, she could not tell, Agnes woke up in a different place lying in an infirmary bed. She felt very well indeed, and knew she was still at the same castle, but felt consciences in it, everything seemed younger and clean, and there was so much magic there she could almost touch it. She got up to the window and saw the green houses: they were standing and a few people were coming out of them.

"How can this be?"

"What do you mean, young lady?", Dumbledore asked. Agnes turned around and faced him.

"Where is the mirror? Why are the green houses standing and everything looks new and tidy when moments ago weren't?"

"Where do you come from girl? You're confused, you need to drink your potions dear, and rest!", said the lady nurse.

"No, I'm in the same place I'm sure of it! This castle was empty and broken and now is completely alive! The memories of this place are the same, but half of them are missing now, and you!", she pointed at Dumbledore. "You were there, in the table, in that big hall, with all the juveniles, I saw you! You were much elder than now and… and… I don't know when I am. Have the waters start rising already?"

"The waters? Well, the Muggles say they are rising a few inches every now and then but…", Dumbledore answered.

"So there hasn't been any major floods all over the world yet? No people has hidden himself in the mountains, from the waters?"

"Well, no… I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about. This is August 15th 1940."

"Oh shit. By the way, what are Muggles?"

I hope you liked it, it will get better now its confusing I imagine, but I will be making more chapters on Agnes, who is Hermione's mother. This part of the trilogy is a SSHG FRIENDSHIP, TROC and some Lily/James, I won't be exploring Agnes' whereabouts in Hogwarts too deeply for now. I will be back to Severus and Hermione soon. I hope. Please R&R! And thank you for reading! And please… review! Reviews make me happy plus I update faster.