28 February 2012 - 2:30 PM -ish
Typing skool, typin' skool ~
More angst!
BTW: There is no sequel to "The Hero and The Magician," in case anyone was wondering.
Why did he get that magic mirror?
Alfred, Mathieu, and Francis were walking out of the Great Hall, watching the other students as they clambered to eat their breakfast. Francis leaned against the wall in the infirmary wing once the three of them stopped there. Alfred sat on the ground beside him while Mathieu stayed in the Frenchman's arms.
"Maybe Madame Pomfrey knows some about the curse," Mathieu chirped hopefully.
"That would be Professor Lovegood, mon petit," Francis noted softly. He ruined a friendship he could've saved, so he wasn't in the best of moods.
"The Defence Against the Dark Arts Teacher?" Alfred asked. Luna Lovegood, one of the youngest professors here at the school. She was to marry Neville Longbottom, an employee at Ministry of Magic, the coming summer. The American gasped. "Maybe she would know?"
"Hurry, Poppy! Get his wounds- Yes, here."
"Oh, dear. Poor boy!"
"What happened, Headmistress?"
Two professors were carrying a stretcher towards the three students. Headmistress McGonagall, Madame Pomfrey, Professor Lovegood, and another professor.
Alfred stood up. "What's going on?"
"Will you three please move?" Minerva, the new Headmistress, had sweat dripped down her forehead, her stress lines from age even more prominent from the desperation that was now so openly expressed by her eyes and face, pallor pale.
Alfred and his friends moved to the wall so that the four professors could move the stretcher...
Though none of them expected to see the green-eyed boy to have his eyes closed and to have blood coursing down his arms. Glass shards were angrily digging into the skin, as though the boy had brought on the wrath of Hell itself and needed to be punished.
"Hey!" Alfred called after the professors. "What happened to him?"
Professor McGonagall turned to the American.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, but I cannot tell you anything about this boy." She saw sadness begin to glaze over his bright blue eyes. She sighed and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Jones."
"Yes?" Alfred asked hopefully.
"This is one person that doesn't want to be saved."
Alfred died a bit more inside.
The headmistress went back inside to the infirmary, asked Madame Pomfrey what she needed, and attended to her special student.
"Dont let me near him, Prof- Headmistress."
Minerva smiled. "Of course, Mr. Kirkland." She noticed the child flinch. After what he had told her, she would do whatever she had in her power to keep Alfred F. Jones safe.
She looked at the picture that the twelve-year-old had handed to him.
A gentle boy and a boy whose smile was small but bright were hugging each other closely. Bright blue and green were together. They smiled and then turned to each other and pecked their mouths together, like two delicate little songbirds, sharing a meal.
As that boy, her poor student, left the room, she placed the picture in a box and locked it with a quick spell. She placed it in a drawer and locked it with a Muggle lock and another spell.
She then leaned back in her chair and then, leaning her head over the back of the chair itself, placed a hand over her eyes and let the tears come out.
Alfred frowned as the doors closed.
He stumbled a bit.
"Al?" Mathieu reached forward and grasped his cousin's shoulder.
"Green..."
"aLFred."
"Don'T LEAve mE!"
"..."
"I knew his name..." Francis gasped softly, as did the Canadian.
Francis came close and grabbed the American by the shoulders, turning him so that they were face to face.
"What do you mean, you knew his name?" Blue glared at blue, but his gaze softened as he saw Alfred's eyes.
They were filled with tears.
"I-"
"Wake up."
His eyes became glazed over.
"I don't remember his name... but we knew each other." Mathieu tilted his head.
"How can you know someone and not know someone later?"
Francis let go of Alfred and rubbed the American's back as Alfred rubbed his eyes, cleaning away the salty drops from his face.
Alfred looked up. Determination burned in his heart. He used to know that boy. Why else would he seem so familiar? The other boy even knew his name! That had to mean something!
"Let's go to the library!"
A man with a dark black cloak walked down the hall to the infirmary. It was sunset now and he'd been called to Hogwarts for important business.
Walking in, he saw that Madame Pomfrey still was the nurse and saw Profes- Headmistress McGonagall at the beside of a younger boy, a fifth-year student.
"Headmistress?"
"Mr. Kirkland?" McGonagall said, standing.
"Please," he said, nodding his head in respect. He sat down on the other side of the bed and stroked the child's forehead with his calloused hand.
"Call me Aedan."
28 February 2012 – 7:40 PM
Dude.
A chapter in a day.
DAMN...
Please review.
BTW: Aedan = Scotland.