OLLIE gazed up at the majestic castle of Hogwarts, a mix of awe and trepidation coursing through him. As he stared at the imposing towers and unyielding iron gates, he whispered a humble prayer to the heavens, hoping that even a wretched soul like himself could be heard. He sought Albus Dumbledore's aid, wishing the Headmaster and founder of the secret society, the Order of the Phoenix, would agree to offer shelter, especially for the sake of Norah.
Dumbledore's response had been prompt and straightforward, filling Ollie's heart with a glimmer of hope that help might be forthcoming. Inquiring whether he would be accompanied, Ollie felt both surprised and curious, but Dumbledore's explanation sufficed.
"Do you have someone you care about in your life, Oliver?" the wise old warlock had asked in his Patronus to him.
With a brief flicker of his gaze towards Norah, who was still resting on the sofa in his sitting room, Ollie hesitated only for a moment upon receiving Albus's message. He knew that once they met the venerable wizard and discussed their plea, they would be leaving this home behind, perhaps never to return. Memories of his brother Dominic, who was no longer with them, briefly resurfaced, adding to the weight of the impending decision.
But without hesitation, Ollie earnestly replied, "Yes, Albus, sir, there is someone I care about deeply, but I fear for her safety." The sincerity in his voice was evident, his concern for Norah clear and unwavering.
Albus Dumbledore wasted no time in responding to Ollie's request to speak with him. The Headmaster granted permission for them to come to the castle, even though it was late at night. As soon as they received the message through Albus's Patronus, they Disapparated, promising to arrive within the next half-hour.
After packing essentials into a single trunk and suitcase, they left Ollie's home in Doveport, not looking back.
Ollie instructed Kreacher to call upon him if needed.
Presently, they stood before the majestic yet imposing gates of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They had Apparated to Hogsmeade and walked the rest of the way to the centuries-old school, which had been a cradle of magical education for generations and would continue to be so long after their time.
Ollie experienced a mix of nostalgia and trepidation as he raised his wand, and his Patronus, a raven, emerged from the tip with a squawk.
The ethereal raven soared towards the distant school. His face appeared tense, almost grimacing, with the darkness of the night casting shadows, giving him an unintentionally monstrous look, reminiscent of his time as a Death Eater.
However, behind that facade of determination, he sensed Norah's worry emanating beside him like waves. She tightly held onto his hand, for which he was grateful, and in return, he lightly squeezed her hand, hoping to offer comfort and reassurance amid her concerns. Ollie was still secretly nursing shock and stunned that Norah had agreed to go out and have dinner with him. It felt surreal that she had accepted his invitation, and he couldn't help but wonder what had prompted her to do so. Nonetheless, he was grateful and thrilled that Norah had agreed.
The night's darkness cast shadows over Ollie's face, almost making him look more monstrous than he truly was, a stark reminder of his past as a Death Eater. However, his eyes reflected his strong determination to atone for his mistakes and protect those he cared about. Beside him, he sensed Norah's worries, emanating like waves. He knew that she was concerned about the journey they were embarking on, but he was glad that she was there by his side.
Norah held onto his hand tightly, seeking comfort and reassurance.
In response, Ollie gently squeezed her hand, hoping to convey that they were in this together, supporting each other through whatever challenges they might face.
As the iron wrought gates swung open of their own accord with a loud creak, they exchanged a glance with one another before looking towards the path ahead and beginning their walk towards the castle, their intertwined hands symbolized the strength of their bond, and Ollie silently vowed to keep her safe, no matter what they encountered within those hallowed walls.
As they strolled towards the magnificent castle, Norah's gaze drifted to its imposing structure, and she couldn't help but admit wistfully to Ollie, "Sometimes, I…I can't help but wonder what it would have been like to attend Hogwarts. My father told me so many stories about the magic, friendships, and adventures students could have there. But my condition denied me that chance. He thought it was too risky and decided to homeschool me instead of letting me go."
Ollie looked at her with sympathy and understanding, replying gently, "I can only imagine how you must feel, Norah. But you are a remarkable witch, even without Hogwarts. Your worth isn't defined by your father's decision."
She smiled gratefully at his reassurance, but a hint of doubt still lingered in her voice. "Thank you, Ollie. It means a lot to hear that from you. But I can't help wondering what kind of witch I could have become with proper training."
Ollie nodded and tried to lift her spirits, saying, "Let's focus on the present. No matter what happened in the past, we're here now, and we'll face whatever comes our way together." As they continued their slow walk, illuminated by floating magical candles, Ollie couldn't help but feel grateful for the chance to speak with Dumbledore.
"Dumbledore has to listen to us. He's our only hope, Norah. He can't turn us away," Ollie murmured, his voice tense and tight.
"He won't," Norah reassured him, squeezing his hand to offer comfort. She shook her head, determined to dispel any doubts. "You're changing, Ollie. It's enough that I understand what made you... what you are. The fact that you're willing to flee with me, and for me, shows that you're not that person anymore. What happened in the past wasn't your fault, and the things you've done weren't truly you. You're trying to make amends, and that counts for something. You have strength, Ollie, and Dumbledore would be foolish to turn you away and not see it."
Ollie squeezed her hand in gratitude, finding strength in Norah's understanding and support. With her by his side, he felt ready to face the challenges ahead.
Finally, they reached the massive oak doors of the castle, and Ollie took a deep breath to steady his nerves before pushing them open.
The warmth and coziness of the centuries-old magical school enveloped them, instantly making them feel welcome.
They were greeted by a stern and formidable witch standing near a grand staircase, clearly awaiting their arrival. The witch was lean and elegant, wearing immaculate dark forest green robes. Her dark hair, streaked with grey at the temples, was perfectly arranged in a severe-looking bun, causing Norah to feel self-conscious about her appearance. She glanced down at her simple brown dress, and boots, noticing a new rip that hadn't been there before.
Feeling slightly anxious, Norah wished she had thought to change into something more appropriate to meet the Headmaster of Hogwarts, the very person who could hold the key to their freedom.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, Mr. Black and Miss Wydman," the elderly witch introduced herself as Professor McGonagall, her stern expression softening slightly as she observed the two of them. Her piercing eyes of catlike green, behind her spectacles, twinkled as she addressed them. "Headmaster Dumbledore has informed me of your arrival. If the two of you could please follow me and keep up."
As they climbed the Grand Staircase, finally arriving at a gargoyle statue, Professor McGonagall uttered the secret password. To Ollie's apprehension, the statue came to life, revealing a series of winding staircases.
A cold sweat began to form on his brow as they ascended. Upon stepping off the platform, they found themselves in the Hogwarts Headmaster's office, where the weight of their situation weighed heavily upon them. Ollie took a moment to survey the opulent and eccentric room adorned with unfamiliar magical artifacts and books.
His gaze settled on the Hogwarts Headmaster, who sat behind his desk, observing Ollie and Norah with keen blue eyes. The Headmaster's scrutiny focused on their joined hands, then back to Ollie's face, displaying a mix of concern and skepticism etched upon his wise features.
When he finally spoke, his tone was serious, leaving no room for misunderstanding.
"Oliver, I must admit I was taken aback by your Patronus. While I understand your desire to protect Miss Wydman, you must also grasp the risks and consequences it brings. Striking a deal with a Death Eater loyal to Lord Voldemort is not something I can overlook, Mr. Black."
Ollie's heart sank to the depths of his stomach, but he mustered the strength to maintain a composed expression as he faced their only hope – the person seated behind the desk. The warlock's intense gaze felt like a scorching fire, and Ollie wished he could disappear into the floor. The weight of his guilt made him feel as small as a Wrackspurt, and it surpassed even the withering looks he had received from his father on his worst days.
Despite his trembling voice, he managed to find the words.
"I... I realize now that joining the Dark Lord was a grave mistake, Professor. I was a fool. But I'll do anything to protect Norah. She doesn't deserve to suffer because of my past actions."
As they settled into the chairs, Professor Dumbledore maintained a composed and calm demeanor, his blue eyes still lingering on Norah, as if examining her every move. He couldn't help but notice her nervous habit of tucking a lock of her hair back behind her ear, a gesture that revealed her anxiety.
As he observed this, the Headmaster's tone took on a nearly sardonic turn.
"You would have made an extraordinary student, my dear Norah," Albus said, his voice carrying just a twinge of regret. Leaning forward in his chair and clasping his hands together, he continued studying Norah intently as he spoke. "Were it not for your father's decision to refuse my offer, you could have received quite an extensive magical education while attending school here. As it happens, I suppose that, as a werewolf, Miss Wydman, you should consider yourself fortunate that you've found such a unique partner in Ollie Black, despite what he is," Albus murmured thoughtfully, his placid expression turning almost contemplative as he paused to collect his thoughts.
Ollie gritted his teeth as he sensed the underlying complexity in Dumbledore's words. The Headmaster's subtle test of Norah's feelings for him was evident, and Ollie understood that Dumbledore was trying to gauge the depth of their love and commitment to each other.
As Norah's hand drifted to rest on his lap, Ollie instinctively placed his hand over hers, appreciating her unwavering support. He was grateful that she saw beyond the monster he felt he was, and she believed in his potential to become the man he aspired to be, despite the oppressive influences of his father and the Dark Lord.
Norah took a deep breath, recognizing that Dumbledore's seemingly casual remarks held a deeper meaning.
She knew the Headmaster was a wise man, and she had learned to read between the lines of his words.
"Thank you, Professor," Norah responded, her voice steady, yet tinged with a hint of frostiness in response to the disparaging remarks aimed at Ollie for his status as an Obscurial. She lifted her chin defiantly, locking eyes with the venerable wizard, despite the flutter of nerves in her heart. "We are well aware of the unique challenges we might face. An Obscurial and a werewolf, just look at us, we are perfect for one another, but we believe in each other."
Her words held bitterness as she tugged at the neckline of her dress, revealing the scars that marred her neck and trailed down her waist. These scars, concealed by her blonde hair until now, showcased the burden she carried as a werewolf.
Norah took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she continued to address the venerable Headmaster. Her voice trembled with emotion as she spoke, her vulnerability laid bare before him.
"Please, Professor, we came to you because we didn't know where else to go," Norah pleaded earnestly. "I won't let him face this alone. He's willing to leave the Dark Lord's service for me, and all we ask is for a chance to prove ourselves if you could help hide us."
A single tear slipped from the edge of her eye, and she did not attempt to wipe it away, letting it roll down her cheek. Dumbledore's intense gaze remained fixed on both of them, his expression grave and contemplative.
Ollie held his breath, gripping the edges of his chair tightly for support. He desperately hoped that the Headmaster would understand the sincerity of their plea. His past as a Snatcher and a Death Eater weighed heavily on him, torn between wanting to protect Norah and being aware of the consequences of his previous actions. Time seemed to stretch on as they awaited Dumbledore's response.
When he finally spoke, his voice was soft but filled with a sense of understanding.
"Love is indeed a powerful force, my dear Norah," Dumbledore said gently, acknowledging the strength of their feelings. "And I have never underestimated its significance. However, you must comprehend the enormity of the request you are making of me now."
Norah nodded, her determination unwavering despite the gravity of their situation.
"We understand, Professor," she said, her voice steady even as she fought to contain her emotions. "We are prepared to face the challenges and consequences of our choices. We just need a chance to start over, away from the shadows of both of our pasts."
Ollie held his breath as he swore he thought he saw the Headmaster's eyes soften from behind the lenses of his silver half-moon spectacles as he observed the new couple in front of him. He could see the pain in both their hearts and the hope the pair of them clung to. The scars on Norah Wydman's body told a story of struggle and resilience, and Ollie's remorse was evident in his eyes and the way the wizard held himself.
"I must admit, my dear, your resolve is commendable," Dumbledore said, his tone kind but firm. "The path to redemption is never an easy one, but it is possible for those who truly seek it. Norah, my dear lady, you have already faced immense hardships, and I admire your strength. As for you, Oliver, your past as a Death Eater is a dark shadow that can only be dispelled through genuine remorse and efforts to make amends," he told Ollie, rather harshly.
Ollie nodded, his throat tight with emotion.
"I-I give you my word, Albus, that I am willing to do whatever it takes," he vowed, his voice hoarse and he did not even realize that his body had started to shake with the solemnity of his pledge. "I want to leave that life behind me, for Norah, and myself," he confessed, pained.
Dumbledore's wintry blue eyes bore into Ollie's as he listened intently to his words. There was a mixture of skepticism and curiosity in the ancient wizard's gaze, causing Ollie to feel a surge of nerves and rage collectively coursing through him, and he felt his pride was wounded.
Why was Albus questioning this? Should he not be rejoicing in that he now had a Death Eater's insider knowledge of the Dark Lord's plans at his disposal? Ollie shivered as Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and let his fingers stroke over his long, grey beard, deep in thought.
"I do not doubt that you wish to leave your current life behind, Oliver," Dumbledore quietly retorted, his tone measured and calm. "But do you truly believe that you can? The path you've trodden thus far is laden with darkness and malice, and it is not a journey easily reversed. Redemption is a perilous road, filled with pitfalls and temptations. One does not simply cast aside the burden of their past and become a different person overnight. Surely, you know this. You seem an intelligent enough man to know, what I remember of you."
Ollie's heart sank at Dumbledore's lack of belief in him. He had expected some measure of skepticism, but he had hoped the Headmaster would see the sincerity in his eyes. He felt a sudden deep-rooted need to prove himself, not only to others but also to himself. Swallowing his doubt, he steadied his trembling voice.
"I know it won't be easy, Albus," Ollie replied, determined. "But for Norah, I think I could do anything. Even if it means facing the consequences of my own actions. I can't change my past, or the things I've done, but I can choose the person I want to be moving forward. I want to be a force for good, to protect those I care about, and to stand against this darkness within me that is threatening to consume me until there's nothing of me left," he said.
Dumbledore's eyes softened as if he could see the genuine conviction in Ollie's heart. Yet, he remained cautious.
"Words are not enough, Oliver," the wizened Headmaster warned softly. "Actions have always spoken louder than words, though words do have their uses, I confess, it will be through your deeds that you will truly prove to me and the others your worth. Your remorse must fuel your determination to do right, and it will be a long and arduous journey. You must confront the consequences of your past and show true contrition for your actions."
Ollie nodded, understanding the gravity of Dumbledore's words. He was well aware the road ahead would be difficult, but he was ready to face it.
He turned his gaze to Norah, whose blue eyes were filled with both trepidation and hope, and he felt a rush of affection wash over him the longer he met the witch's gaze. He wanted to be the man she deserved, to offer her love and protection.
"I promise you, Headmaster, that I will not fail," Ollie declared, a steely determination in his voice that was almost cold. "I will be better, for myself, and for Norah," he vowed.
Dumbledore nodded approvingly.
"Then, Oliver, your actions going forward shall be your testimony. I will be watching closely, and if you truly prove yourself, you will find that my allies and friends can be a powerful source of support. But take care to remember that the road to redemption is a test of character and resilience. Be prepared to face your demons and embrace the challenges ahead of you. Swear your loyalty to me now, and I could give you your wish. I could arrange for you to stay in the home of some very dear friends of mine. You would stay with Arthur and Molly Weasley. You do not know them, though I believe you will find their company quite exquisite. You will be cared for. Their home is well protected and they have plenty of space with their children now back to school that the start of term is on us."
A cold shiver ran down Ollie's spine, leaving him uncertain of the emotions swirling within him.
Excitement and fear seemed to merge in his stomach, creating a jumble of feelings that made him slightly queasy. Yet, amidst the uncertainty, one thing was clear – he wanted this: a chance at a new life, with Norah by his side. The prospect of redemption and a future free from the shadows of his past beckoned him.
The fact that the very man the Dark Lord himself feared, Dumbledore, was now extending a hand to him, even if only temporarily, filled Ollie with both hope and trepidation. He looked into the Headmaster's eyes, which seemed to hold centuries of wisdom, and nodded firmly, a glint of determination shining in his exhausted blue eyes.
"Yes, Headmaster," Ollie replied, his voice steady. "I am willing to cooperate and prove myself. I want to be better, for Norah and myself. I will not let this chance slip away."
As the words left his lips, Ollie felt a mix of relief and anticipation.
He knew that this path wouldn't be easy, but it was the opportunity he had been seeking – a chance to leave his dark past behind and embrace the light. With Norah's support and Dumbledore's guidance, he believed he could find the redemption he so desperately sought.
Dumbledore nodded his approval.
"See that you don't," he advised, his expression solemn, yet his eyes were displaying the first hint of warmth as he flicked his gaze toward Norah. "Norah, my dear," Dumbledore said kindly, addressing the witch with a gentle smile. "You possess a strength that is rare and commendable. You have faced great hardships, and yet, you have found a connection with Oliver that seems to transcend the shadows of his past."
Norah nodded, her eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty.
She had not known the wizard long, but already, she had seen glimpses of the man Ollie was striving to become, and she believed in his capacity for change, but she knew the road ahead would be challenging for both of them.
"I have faith in him, Professor Dumbledore, sir," Norah replied, her voice unwavering. "I know he can change, and I want to be there to support him."
Dumbledore's smile deepened.
"Love can be a powerful force, my dear. It can transform and heal even the darkest of souls. Together, you may find the strength to face the trials that await," he said thoughtfully.
Ollie felt a sense of gratitude towards Dumbledore for his understanding and willingness to give him a chance. He knew he had much to prove, not just to the Headmaster but to himself as well.
"I won't let you down," Ollie vowed once more, his determination renewed. "I will prove that I can be a better person."
Dumbledore's expression became more serious. "Remember, Oliver, redemption is not a one-time choice. It is a path you must walk every day, making the right choices even when they are difficult. There may be setbacks, but what truly matters is how you respond to them. Stay vigilant and resolute."
"I will, Headmaster," Ollie replied, his resolve unwavering. "I won't forget the gravity of this chance you've given me."
Dumbledore stood up from his chair, and with a gentle wave of his hand, he summoned a piece of parchment from his desk. He handed it to Ollie, who accepted it with curiosity.
"This is a Portkey," Dumbledore explained. "It will take you to the home where you and Norah will reside. It is protected, and you'll have the time you need to prove yourself."
Ollie looked at the Portkey, recognizing the significance of this small object. It represented the beginning of his journey towards redemption, a fresh start in a place where he could begin to rebuild his life.
"Thank you, Headmaster," Ollie said gratefully, clutching the Portkey tightly in his hand.
Dumbledore placed a hand on Ollie's shoulder, his blue eyes filled with a mix of wisdom and compassion.
"Remember, Oliver, redemption is not just about erasing the past; it's about learning from it and choosing a different path. Embrace the light within you, and you will find your way."
Ollie nodded, feeling a sense of peace settling over him. He was ready to face the challenges ahead and prove himself worthy of this second chance. With Norah by his side and Dumbledore's guidance, he was determined to embrace the light and leave the darkness behind, once and for all.
As Ollie and Norah prepared to depart, Dumbledore's wintry blue eyes held a hint of concern, as if he sensed something foreboding on the horizon. Though he trusted in Ollie's intentions, he knew the path to redemption would be fraught with challenges, and there were greater forces at play beyond their current understanding.
"Remember, Oliver," Dumbledore cautioned, "there may be those who do not easily forgive your past. The world can be unforgiving, and your journey toward redemption will face obstacles. Stay true to your purpose and be prepared to face resistance."
Ollie nodded, the weight of Dumbledore's warning sinking deep into his heart. He understood the skepticism he might face, and he was prepared to face those who doubted his sincerity. However, amid the determination to prove himself, an ominous shadow lurked in the corners of his mind – Antonin Dolohov.
The memory of Dolohov's malevolent presence in the Forbidden Forest haunted Ollie.
At the time, his sole focus had been getting Norah to safety, and he had left Dolohov behind, wounded but alive.
Now, with moments of calm allowing his mind to wander, Ollie knew he couldn't let the malevolent Death Eater live, not after all the pain he had caused and the darkness he represented.
As he considered the path that lay ahead, Ollie couldn't bear to involve Norah in this dangerous pursuit. He didn't want to burden her with the knowledge of what he had to do.
And so, with a heavy heart, he privately made the difficult decision to go after Dolohov alone. It was a task that required all his focus, and he believed that keeping Norah in the dark was the best way to protect her.
But he was determined to prove himself, not just for the acceptance of others, but for his sense of worthiness.
"Thank you, Headmaster," Ollie replied sincerely, the sound of his voice jolting him back to the present moment. "Your guidance and trust mean a great deal to both of us."
Dumbledore's gaze shifted between Ollie and Norah, his expression softening.
"Be vigilant," he said, his voice holding a trace of sadness. "The world is filled with darkness and deceit, and forces beyond our understanding are at work. Trust in each other, and remember that love can be a beacon of hope even in the darkest of times."
As the Portkey activated, enveloping Ollie and Norah in a swirl of magical energy, Dumbledore watched them disappear with a heavy heart. He knew that their path was intertwined with much more than just their struggles. Greater forces were moving, and the ripple effects of their actions could influence the fate of the wizarding world.
Alone in his office, Dumbledore gazed out of the window, contemplating the future. He knew that Ollie Black's redemption would be a pivotal moment, but he also sensed something darker lurking in the shadows.
The peace they currently enjoyed was fragile, and a storm was brewing on the horizon. As the winds of change swept through the world of wizards and witches, Dumbledore couldn't help but feel a sense of hope and trepidation.
The future was uncertain, but he had faith in the resilience of those who fought for what was right.
He knew that Ollie Black and Norah Wydman's journey was just the beginning and that the true test of their mettle was yet to come.