Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter or anyone in this story other than Casper, her adoptive parents, and Devin
It was my fifth time helping Snape and today was rather different. Snape didn't have a class but a meeting. A meeting with none other than Professor Dumbledore himself. I finished early and as they were still talking I sat in my chair.
I couldn't just leave without talking to Snape first. That wasn't how this worked.
On my wrist I wore a faded bracelet, a trinket I had found during my time in Diagon Alley. I threw it in front of me lazily then caught it in a floating field. I brought it back and threw it farther, again catching it before it hit the ground. I brought it back to me, rather bored when I had a thought.
Did I need a wand for this?
I got out my wand and got up, walking across the room to set it on a desk. I walked back to my seat and sat down concentrating hard on my wand. It flew back to me and I caught it, mildly fascinated. I continued throwing random items until a throat was cleared behind me. I spun around and the glass I threw shattered on the floor.
Both Snape and Dumbledore were looking at me. Both with different expressions. Annoyance and something else I couldn't quite put a finger on.
"I can fix that." I said pulling out my wand and pointing at the mess.
"Reparo."
The glass fixed itself and I picked it up looking at both of the professors rather sheepishly.
"Sorry I interrupted you."
"My dear we were done quite a while ago." Dumbledore answered and I looked from both of them to the floor.
"Oh."
I didn't know what else to say.
"Yes Miss. Potter would you please accompany me back to my office?" He asked and I nodded then looked at Snape.
"Tomorrow?"
"If I can tolerate you enough to let you come back."
I left the room with Dumbledore walking beside him as he made small talk about candies he had had lately. I just listened, my head beginning to ache like it had so often lately.
"Minerva was right you are look quite under the weather." He said as we walked into his office. I stood in front of the door and waited for him to say I could leave but he just sat down at his desk.
"Should I go now?" I asked feeling rather uncomfortable.
"No although I would recommend you sit down." He answered. I sat down hesitantly and looked around. I hadn't really gotten a good look of Dumbledores office the last time I was in here. covering the walls were moving pictures of the past headmasters. He had shelves full of books and other trinkets, I couldn't name to save my life.
"I don't suppose you know just how impressed both Professor Snape and I with your little performance do you?" He asked and I shook my head, not wanting to speak.
"Well I've started to believe that I haven't done a very good job explaining to you and I feel that you deserve to know all that I believe I know on the subject of your power to say." He said and I suddenly became interested.
"Alright?" I said, bracing myself for what he had to say.
"Well I have come to conclude that this ability of yours is also a form of defense. Hence your healing abilities, saving yourself in the lake, and also the fields you are able to create. I believe that as long as you are still fighting that mark on your wrist will keep you alive." He said and I took it all in.
"So it protects me… until I want to die?" I asked looking down at the white mark. The large hand of the clock was snaked up my arm ever since I had lost control at the Leaky Cauldron.
"Well to a point I think. If you die in a natural way I don't think it can help you. If you were to be hit with a curse, stabbed, fallen, or any other unnatural way it will protect you." He answered looking rather satisfied with himself.
"Okay so what about back in the Leaky Cauldron? We were having an argument and then it freaked."
"Well that, Casper, is because you were scared. You were feeling threatened so it reacted. You will just need to learn to control it."
I nodded sort of understanding what he was saying. It was reassuring at least to know that I wouldn't die the deaths my parents did.
"Should I go now?"
"No there was another thing that I wanted to speak with you about." He answered and I sighed, twiddling my thumbs.
"Alright."
"Your teachers have noticed how hard you've been working and as much as they love it its unhealthy. Their worried about you."
I stopped twiddling my thumbs and massaged my temples in a tired sort of way, not unlike how I had done it talking to McGonagall.
"They don't have anything to worry about." I said evasively.
"Do they?" He asked and again I felt as if he was looking right into my soul.
"No. I'm fine. I'm doing the work they assign its not a problem."
"You're doing more than just that."
"I care about my education."
"No you just want to keep yourself busy."
I opened my mouth to speak but he put a hand up.
"Let me finish," He said and I closed my mouth, "You not only want to keep yourself busy, you need it. If you're not focused on something then you have to remember and you can't. You can't bring yourself to relive everything you've been through. The problem, my dear Casper, is that you have to. You cannot keep living like this. You won't eat you won't sleep, you're just working. This cannot continue."
"You don't understand." I whispered, and I felt as if I was held together by stitches, about to burst.
"I do, everyone has something they don't want to face." He said coming to sit next to me.
"I can't do this just let me read or something I'm fine." I replied shaking.
"You're not fine. I know what I'm asking you to do is hard but you must do it." His hand was on my arm holding me still and I gave a little nod.
I closed my startling green eyes and the darkness took me. I needed to remember.
Authors Note- So hi guys. I'm sorry I didn't post yesterday I was having computer problems but that's okay cuz its all fixed. Also, I've been sooooo addicted to Supernatural! It's a TV show for those of you who don't know and its life! Sammy and Dean are so perf! But I might not post this weekend either because a- Its my birthday and b- I have a soccer tourny. So idk I'll try tho. Till next time!