OH NO! I only got 4 reviews on the last chapter so I'm so sorry no Draco and Olivia treat, but I did throw a little Olivia history surprise in there for the four of you that reviewed. There will be Draco Olivia one on one in either the next one or the one after that it depends on a few things. So I hope you enjoy!
I solemnly approached the statue that would soon turn into the stairway to the ancient headmaster's office.
"Cockroach clusters." I lowly uttered the password causing the statue to twist and rise. I jumped on the second highest step and rode my way to the top, just like I had the first time I was there.
As I drew closer to the doors the nerves began to grow and multiply. The list of questions that I had made for Dumbledore was burning a hole in my pocket. (So I make lists when I'm nervous or stressed about stuff, so sue me.)
I slowly raised my fist to knock on the thick wooden door but before I got the chance to a wise old voice broke through the silent air.
"Come in Olivia." (I still to this day have no idea how he does that)
"I'm sorry to bother you headmaster…" I opened the door and peeked my head inside to make sure I wasn't interrupting a meeting or anything important like that.
"It's quite alright Olivia, please come in." He motioned for me to bring the rest of my body into the room. "Now what is it you need?" he asked once I was inside. His eyes were filled with a warm fatherly kindness.
"Well sir, I've been thinking a few things over and I have a few questions that I was hoping you could answer." I hesitated, the nerves only growing stronger.
"I don't mind at all… Have a seat." And just like that he conjured up a chair right in front of his cluttered desk.
"I've prepared a list." I grabbed the paper from my robe pocket and healed it up for him to see. It was worn out and wrinkled from my constant folding, unfolding, and adding to it.
"Well then, by all means fire away." A light smile was visible through his thick white whiskers.
"Okay, first question; how did I get here? I know you said it was through the book but I'm still a little fuzzy on the details."
He took a short breath before answering my question with another one.
"Olivia, do you know what a portkey is?" he asked seriously.
"Harry and Ron mentioned one; they talked about their first time taking one. They said it made them feel a bit sick, but I don't see what this has to do with me, as soon as you touch a portkey it takes you to wherever you're going. I touched the book loads of times before I came here." I reasoned.
"Well you see the book isn't a portkey, but it is similar to one. It's a normal object that's been enchanted to take you to a certain place, but the two have their differences." He continued. "You see my dear with the threat of Voldemort rising to power again we had to issue safe zones for Muggles. Places where no witch or wizard could get in or out of without authorization. And you my dear happen to live in one of those safe zones." I was focused on him, making sure that I took in every word he spoke. "But you see we also had to take precaution, since few Wizards live within the safe zones and it is forbidden to use magic there without the proper authorization we had to have a way of slipping in quickly if something were to go wrong.
"Like if Voldemort or any of his followers somehow got in." I added.
"Exactly, and this book was one of the things we would use to get in and out, we called them Soters, and we didn't just enchant books, we also enchanted lockets and cups, and rings, all kinds of different objects, and gave one to each member of the order of the phoenix." I was about to ask him 'what the hell is the order of the phoenix?' but he stopped me "It's in the book dear look it up later." I couldn't help but chuckle silently at his sudden playful tone.
"Well then what happened? You keep on using the past tense." I asked, Dumbledore's face fell slightly as he began to speak again.
"Something terrible, something that made us destroy all of the Soters."
"What exactly happened headmaster?" I asked with trepidation.
"A pack of death eaters got a hold of a Soter and went on a murderous rampage inside one of the safe zones." He answered my question with a voice that was full of sorrow over the one that had been lost.
"That's terrible." Was all I could think to say.
"Olivia do you remember the night your father died?" his question caught me way off guard and it took me a few seconds to recover.
"Um… Yea, most of it. I was there with him actually, it was a car accident and we were the only people there. What would make you think to ask that?"
"Could you describe that night to me?" I shivered at his odd request but I nodded yes anyway and began to pull forth the memory that I had tried so hard to bury.
"Well it was late at night; my dad had to pick me up from my friend Taylor's slumped party because I was feeling sick. It had just started to rain rather hard when we pulled up to a traffic light not far from my house. I remember us being the only car there, but I could be wrong because I was lying down in the backseat. Anyways, the light was taking an unusually long time and whenever I opened my eyes I could see red light pouring into the car turning everything else red as well, and that's when it happened." I had to stop to take a deep and in my opinion well deserved breath (I was actually more on the verge of hyperventilating now that I think about it.)
"It's alright Olivia, calm down. Continue with the story please." I looked up from my shaky hands and into Dumbledore's eyes. He seemed completely engrossed in my story, as if the events were happening right in front of his eyes.
"Um… a bright white light came from my left and before I knew it we were hit. The car hit my father's side… killing him instantly." I finished vocalizing the painful memory; and wiped my wet, hot tears.
"Is there anything else you can remember? Anything out of the ordinary?" He pushed. His tone completely serious but his eyes showed that he was completely sympathetic to my situation.
"Well I remember the paramedics talking about how strange it was that my father had died." I recalled the insensitive conversation the two paramedics had while I was wrapped in a blanket sitting on the back of the ambulance.
"Why is that?" He continued to probe further and it was really starting to frustrate me. I didn't' understand why he was making me talk about my father dying and I was quickly becoming a sad and very pissed off Olivia.
"They said that the impact wasn't great enough to cause death, and that he should have gotten out with at the worst a few broken bones and bruises." I sighed as more tears ran from my eyes.
"Anything else?"
"No, nothing." I sniffled and wiped my eyes on my robe sleeve.
"Miss. Stone it is imperative that you describe the events to me in full." A small part of me realized that he obviously wanted me to figure something out but that small part was overshadowed by the part of me that was growing annoyed with the slew of questions.
"What does this have to do with anything? Why are you forcing me to talk about the worst night of my life?" I cried out.
"This has quite a lot to do with everything. Our past Olivia is what enables us to learn and in turn have a future. Now tell me what color was the light in the car once you were hit?" he added knowingly.
"I don't know…" I began while running my fingers through my hair out of frustration. But after a few seconds I recalled what had happened after we were struck. "The traffic light had changed from red to green, so the color inside the car was green. The traffic light had turned everything green." He gave me a look that made me question what I had believed in for years. "It was the traffic light, right?" I asked myself mostly.
"Olivia your father was Oliver Stone…" He started while getting up from his desk and went to a cabinet the held many moving photographs.
"I think I would know my own fathers name." I cut him off harshly, but then sharpened when it dawned on me. "I never told you his name."
CLIFFHANGER! DUN DUN DUUUUU! I'm really sorry but there is so much in this chapter that I had to split it into two parts. Please don't hate me!