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053. Look
"Mr. Weasley." Pansy called out, chasing after the retreating figure as she pushed through the crowd still standing stock still at his pronouncement. "Please Mr. Weasley. Wait."
She silently offered her thanks as she watched him stop in front of her before turning to face her. Catching up with him, she breathlessly asked holding out her hands, "Please Mr. Weasley, what do they mean?"
"Unfortunately, I can't tell you any specifics as I don't know them myself but the shear existence of them signifies that you are a Guardian."
"I don't understand what that means, sir – a Guardian."
Sighing while wiping his forehead in defeat, Mr Weasley continued, "Simply it means that you are a very powerful witch as there does not exist a type of magic you are unable to do; the most consequential being that you can do Guardian magic – the magic of innate protection; influenced greatly by subconscious and desire. A very dangerous type of magic in the wrong hands."
"It's probably the reason your nanny insisted you hide your markings from everyone including your parents. I don't think it's a stretch for even you to understand how much danger you could have been in during the last war or even the one before then especially since there hasn't been one in five hundred years."
"So," Pansy drawled carefully trying to figure out exactly what Mr. Weasley was telling her, "With Guardian magic, if I want something it can come to pass."
"Basically. Mainly it's known uses were for the protection of their families. Guardians were heavily desired as wives when they were more prevalent because they could ensure the family's survivability. But as you have figured out, it doesn't mean that there won't be suffering before reaching the end goal."
"The night I was attacked," Pansy whispered, her eyes focused on the rune-like symbols on her hands buried within intricate lines and curves. "The first time in the astronomy tower, I kept thinking about how I wanted a different life. A life where I knew I could trust my friends. A life where I could know love and be loved in return. A life with a bit more of Finny and less of Callum."
"And what do you have now?"
"Exactly what I wanted," she whispered, a tear falling from her eye. "That's why I couldn't protect myself that night. I kept trying to throw spells, hexes, curses at my attacker but nothing would work."
"But why you were able to save yourself," Mr. Weasley added.
"What do I do now?" she whispered, looking up at him; silently pleading with him to tell her what to do because she felt so small and lost at the moment.
"That is up to you." Mr. Weasley said gently while looking over her shoulder.
Turning around to see what he was looking at, she saw Ron coming towards her. Tears she couldn't stop started to roll down her face in shear panic that this information was going to change everything.