Part Three - Plans
Colours and Cores
Dumbledore changed his mind at the last second and with a grunt of effort, redirected the curse to splash harmlessly against the wall.
He couldn't do it. He knew he should. He knew removing all those horrible memories from the boy's mind would at least give him a chance to change into his model of the boy who lived. But obliviating and planting false memories in Harry's mind would bring him down to the level of a criminal. He was anything but that. He would lose his mind with the guilt that would accompany that act.
Harry's magic had flared and formed a protective cocoon around him. Dumbledore could feel its power. It had a thickness and fluidity that he had rarely seen in a wizard. Nicolas Flamel had magic that was similar. His own was like steel, Harry's was like a swamp: Thick, impenetrable and harsh. Flamel's was like a thick viscous fluid that was just as impenetrable but comforting where Harry's was destructive.
The boy's eyes were wide with surprise and showing the embers of a growing anger.
Dumbledore decided to show the boy his power but then he changed his mind again. He had done the same with Tom Riddle. It had been a colossal mistake. He had to do something that he had never done before in order to hope for a different outcome because no matter how many permutations and combinations his mind made, the boy was destined to be a dark wizard. Maybe even a dark lord if he found the proper motivation.
In the end. After years of attempting to push Harry Potter into becoming a hero that inevitably was going to be sacrificed for the greater good. Dumbledore let go.
The steel cage clanged and swung open.
"From here on out," Dumbledore said heavily. "I will not protect you. I will not favour you nor will I treat you any different from the other students at this school. You break the rules and I will leave you at the mercy of the rules. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Harry shrugged. His mind and soul had not yet fully recovered from that night in the woods.
Being held behind bars helped in a way. He spent a lot of time meditating like he had seen that accursed man do. He focused on the Void whose nature seemed to have shifted.
Harry was trying to understand it. He was trying to find the ground it stood upon now.
He focused on the colours of magic like he had seen in the man and now he could see it in others too.
Dumbledore had a powerful red, almost golden, at the base of his spine. It was the strongest Harry had ever seen. He had an active orange around his navel and a pulsating green around his heart. The blue surrounding his neck seemed like an endless ocean of knowledge.
Unlike the man in the forest, none of the colours were in sync with each other. They dominated their regions. Red for power. Yellow for authority. Green for empathy. Blue for knowledge.
Dumbledore was really fascinating, Harry realised. He himself had a strong red. He barely had orange and yellow. Orange he understood was pleasure. What kind of pleasure he didn't understand. His green was a faint thing that he had to focus really hard to see. If the man hadn't put it in him, it would have never been there. His blue was vibrant and violet - which he realised was clairvoyance, a soft glow. Dumbledore's violet was dark.
Magic having colours made Harry realise those colours were sort of like emotions strongest in living creatures. Although, how knowledge could be classified as an emotion, he wondered many a times and yet the blue around the throat always spoke to him of depth of knowledge. Or maybe it was the voice. Power to inspire with knowledge? So was inspiration the emotion? Or was it the wonder that was created in others with knowledge that was the emotion? Perhaps it was the power to manipulate emotions in others?
Ever since he gained this ability, he had not met other people. He had been confined in the dungeons. Left to observe the magic in objects. The walls of Hogwarts had a soft green and white aura. It was strange. When Harry touched the walls and pushed the Void against that aura, he almost heard a mystic giggle echoing all around him. The bars of steel had an angry red aura, like they were security guards, Harry felt. The bed had an orange glow, it was comfort. Clothes had red and orange; comfort and security.
Harry's sight had changed. He was understanding the world like he had never before.
When he used the runes that he knew now, he could almost see the reactions of colours behind a film that was hard to see through. Magic reacting to commands and producing as commanded.
There was still conflict in him. The little green that lingered in him was causing all sorts of trouble. When he realised the monster had been a man, he felt sorry. And then he felt rage. Why should he be sorry when the monster had attacked him!
Dumbledore's words evoked self-pity and then anger that the man was trying to make him feel guilty.
He was finding it difficult to find balance. He was unstable now. There were new feelings in him. He could only wait until he understood them and crushed them.
"Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Harry shrugged. He didn't care what the headmaster said. The old man's words were meaningless. It was his magic that could control Harry and now Harry sensed the man was unwilling to use it against him after attempting to take his memories.
He smiled. If the headmaster was unwilling to use magic against him then that meant his other threats were meaningless as well.
Dumbledore sighed when he saw Harry smile disturbingly. He was not going to interfere anymore. He was going to leave Harry's fate to fate.
"Follow me," he said grimly. "You need to understand what manic panic your disappearance caused."
Harry didn't follow. He had a frown on his face.
"Harry?"
"Why are you treating me different?" The headmaster had basically implied he was treating Harry specially until now. What possible reason could the old man have to treat him specially? What set him apart from the rest? Harry would have never realised this if it weren't for the green.
Dumbledore's red aura flickered from bright to pale although physically there was no change in him. A sign of unease Harry realised.
"I am your guardian Harry."
A lie. It was easy to spot now. The red had turned pale for a moment. It was subtle but he noticed.
"You're lying. Tell me the truth!"
The Void resonated with his words and Dumbledore felt an alien force compel him to confess. His eyes widened in alarm. He was having a Tom Riddle flashback. Tom, eleven years old, glaring at him in an orphanage.
Dumbledore felt weak.
"Follow me, Harry. I'll tell you everything," he said suppressing the shudder in his voice. If Harry was different, he would have refrained from telling him about the prophecy. With the way Harry was now, Dumbledore supposed hearing the prophecy might do more good than bad… … … if he played his cards right.
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Tenth April Nineteen ninety three, The Black Lake, Hogwarts
It was a Saturday when Dumbledore finally let Harry back among the student population.
The official story was Harry chose to take a year off from Hogwarts because he was unwell. Details of his illness were private and those interested to know were asked to refer to his guardian, Sirius Black, who was conveniently untraceable and had issued a statement succinctly saying he was unaware of the panic Harry's disappearance had caused and was sorry.
Harry with his usual grace had shrugged and agreed. He really didn't care. He was, at the moment, staring at the lake, standing at the edge of its banks, marvelling at the sheer volume of water before him.
It had been so long since he had seen so much water. He understood the precious nature of water in the desert.
Children watched him standing at the edge but no one dared to come close to him. They were afraid of catching whatever had made Harry miss almost an entire school year. In a way he was lucky, some thought. He had missed the danger of being prey to the Basilisk and its master; Ginny Weasley.
The water lapped against his bare feet and Harry sighed. He looked up into the sky. It was a pale orange. The sun was setting in the west, over the horizon above the forbidden forest. There was so much green there. Cool air travelled out from within the forest and Harry shivered. It was odd. He had experienced colder temperatures in the desert night and yet this cool and calming breeze made him shiver.
It was pleasure he realised. His orange was glowing softly.
"Ya alright ther' 'Arry?!"
It was the giant. Normally Harry would ignore. But the green compelled him to respond with a wave. He made an odd jerking motion with his arm and the giant seemed happy.
Harry grimaced. Why did he do that? Suddenly he was feeling grown up. He understood so much more. He understood why people desired attention. It was a need to feed the green. To keep it under control. Harry had never had the green before so those gestures and emotions were meaningless to him. Now he understood them, if somewhat in a warped manner.
He breathed deeply. He was doing that more often. He was aware of his breathing and ensured he took in a long breath and held it for a second before exhaling. It kept him calm. It kept the Void quiet. There was chaos underneath it all. All because of a dash green. He had to keep in under control over risk losing his mind and senses. Maybe he should meditate more often, he thought. Try and bring his cores in sync with each other like the man in the forest. But the thought of growing the green made him sick.
No. He was not going to do that. The red, yellow and blue. Those were the important ones. Maybe even the Violet. He was going to focus on three. He was going to do his best to stamp out the green.
A voice at the back of his mind told him it was futile. A core once activated could not be turned off. Not without the risk of death.
"Hey Harry!"
He had not heard that voice in a long time. It felt oddly pleasant. The green pulsed and Harry scowled. He wanted to retreat into the void and kept his breath steady. It was important. Or else the Void would begin to get confused.
But he didn't. Instead he blinked and scowled harder. The green was urging him to talk. He then turned and began to walk back to the castle.
"Wow," Daphne laughed. "You haven't changed at all! Except you look like you just got baked and returned. You've turned brown and look at your hair for Merlin's sake! What kind of disease did you have?"
"I wasn't sick," Harry hissed. Just hearing the word disease made him annoyed and he had to destroy that notion. At least to Daphne.
"I knew it," Daphne said with a smirk. "That story about you missing school because you were sick was horse shit. I smelt it as soon as I read it. So what's the truth?"
Harry ignored her. He was missing the Desert. The complete lack of human sound had been beautiful. Now he was being assaulted from all sides. It wasn't just Daphne. It was the other students who are chattering nonsense. Talking about Quidditch. Talking about a brewing war between muggleborns and purebloods. Talking about a revolution and change. It was making him loose his temper. It was calling out to his rage and Harry wanted to let it loose on these children. He wanted to show them the power of the Void!
It was the threat of Dumbledore that stayed the Void.
"Are you alright Harry?" Daphne asked warily. He was wearing a murderous look on his face.
They went to the Great Hall for dinner and Daphne joined Harry at the Ravenclaw table. It didn't escape Harry's notice that three Slytherins, one Ravenclaw and two Gryffindors joined them and took positions around Daphne.
Harry, who was usually clueless about houses, thought that to be odd. Daphne was always alone. Now she had a group of people surrounding her and by default him. Like she was their leader. Many of them were glaring, as if daring him to try something.
Harry raised his eyebrows and looked questioningly at Daphne.
"A lot has happened since you were gone you know," she said seriously.
Harry shrugged. He didn't care. Suddenly, the empty bowls and serving plates began to glow red and orange and a moment later multiple cuisines appeared before them.
"Finally!" a boy with yellow blonde hair, sitting next to Daphne gasped. "I was dying of hunger."
Harry's stomach turned involuntarily. The food felt over cooked. He could sense the oils, the unnecessary flavours and boiled quality of everything around him. He had grown accustomed to eating almost raw. With a muted look of disgust, he carefully summoned the plate of steak towards him.
People gasped at his amazing feat of wandless magic and Harry didn't notice. He was remembering old habits. They came to him involuntarily and he found himself placing a piece of steak on his plate and neatly cutting it into tiny little pieces. It reminded him of the simpler times… the time he cut Aunt Petunia's throat.
He grinned, scaring the few people around him. His grins were freaky. Perhaps being back at Hogwarts wouldn't be as intolerable as he first assumed.
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After the feast Harry thought it be nice to go to the library. It had been long since he had been there and the allure of learning about the runes that be couldn't use was hypnotic. He also wanted to research about cores. It was all he was seeing after all.
"Harry. Wait up!"
It was Daphne again. This time without her new posse.
Harry gave her a once over. She had changed quite a bit from the last time he had seen her, he realised. She was taller for one thing. Taller than him as usual. She had filled out a bit, her robes showing some curves he had never noticed before. But most interesting was seeing her cores. She had a dull red, signifying her level of power and oddly insecurity. Her orange was normal, she liked her comforts. Her yellow was the strongest. It was radiating with power and screamed leader to him. Her green was dull and throbbing with hurt. Her blue was the same colour of her eyes. It was odd. Her blue and yellow were tied together. Power of vocation, Harry realised. She was becoming a leader. It made sense her yellow and blue were interlinked. Pity her red wasn't strong enough, he thought.
Daphne misunderstood his stare and blushed. "What!" she demanded, feeling a bit embarrassed. It was the first time Harry had looked at her like that.
Harry's eyes rose from her neck to her eyes and peered at her curiously. Then he blinked and started walking again.
Was Daphne happy Harry had returned? Yes. Was she feeling awkward having him back in her life? Hell Yes. She had grown used to not leaning on Harry as a crutch anymore. She had grown in stature and strength the Slytherin and had secretly built herself a group of students who were against Pureblood supremacy and all a government that ruled with power and justice more than politics.
Of course Daphne was well aware it was politics she was using to gather support. Her dream was to see all the purebloods kneel before her. Her plan had been meticulously worked out. She had to get Outstanding in three OWLS and NEWTS; Transfiguration, Wizarding Etiquettes and Wizard Law. The last two being electives only a rare few opted for in their fourth year. In the build up to her fourth year, she planned to gather the support of likeminded purebloods and halfbloods and justifiable angry muggleborns. Her age group was unsurprisingly unaware of what she was doing and in that Daphne was miles ahead of the curve. She was one of the few Slytherins who actually deserved being Slytherins.
Now, her progress had hit a speed bump with Harry's return. She had written him out of her plan and now she had to add him back in. He would make a powerful ally. He was famous, was insanely talented but certifiably insane. Not to mention she was used to following him around. Now, as a leader, she could not do that. She wanted to, just like old times, but she couldn't. Not without compromising her status. What could she do?
"Do you know what's going on in our world Harry?" she asked casually. She hoped she was being casual as they sat in the library and Harry meticulously began to surround himself with books. Oddly they were books on cultures and arcane magic.
"No," Harry responded absently.
"Well," she began nervously. "Turn out my attempt at revenge had far reaching consequences." Daphne knew all that had happened was partly her fault but she diverted all the guilt and blame on to the people who started it all. Greedy purebloods. "Lucius Malfoy survived as you might know and turned the blame onto muggleborns and werewolves."
Harry narrowed his eyes when the found a description of an Indian Sage and an image to accompany it.
"After that things kinda snowballed. A muggle born relationship office was set up by Minister Fudge to counter Malfoy's move to regulate and adopt muggleborns into the wizarding world from birth. A group of muggleborns got together and formed a muggleborn liberation front. The purebloods banded together to create a group of their own and over the past few months both groups have clashed a lot. Mostly in Diagon Alley and outside the ministry. Even the Goblins got involved and they have beefed up their security. Oh and a Basilisk was let loose in the castle before it was found and killed."
Harry grit his teeth. What was with people and their need for needless activities? Her words, explaining the politics of the world, grated on his nerves. What was with witches and wizards?
"You won't believe it but Malfoy convinced the Wizengamot to put Ginny Weasley on trial for letting the Basilisk loose in the castle," Daphne laughed. "Everyone knows it's a joke and the charges will never stick. It's obvious she was being controlled by a dark artefact created by the Dark Lord! But Lucius claims there's no proof. This are getting pretty crazy and even Hogwarts is beginning to split into two groups. You need to choose a side too Harry."
He could see her red and yellow pulsing. Her blue was shifting through colours. She was trying to manipulate him. He saw it now. One could physically fake sincerity or emotions but their cores gave them away.
The Void wrapped around Daphne like the cold touch of a snake. Daphne felt her body immobilise and fear filled her when she saw Harry looking at her with poisonous green eyes.
"What are you doing?" Harry said softly. His voice had an edge. Daphne realised a wrong word and she could end up dead! Panic struck her heart and she stuttered, "N-nothing! I'm just telling you what all you've missed out on!"
"You're lying," Harry whispered. The Void tightened its hold around her neck. "What are you doing!?"
"I want to all those fucking purebloods to kneel before me!" she gasped in alarm. Air was beginning to become difficult to access. "And I want you at my side!"
Harry frowned and then after a few seconds, let her go. She was telling the truth. A one sentence truth against a speech of nonsense was infinitely better.
Daphne's pretty face had contorted into a visage of hatred. It was an emotion Harry identified with. He let her go and Daphne inhaled deeply while rubbing her throat.
"Well?" she spat. He was definitely not the same boy she knew from last year. He had changed. He was darker, more perceptive and stronger.
Harry drummed his fingers on the table and looked at her with a small grin. "Do you know what the problem with this world is?" he asked softly.
"It's ruled by Purebloods?" Daphne guessed.
"Everyone is obsessed with the wrong kind of power. Political power. Power through games and status. This world has forgotten what magic is."
"So what are you going to do?" Daphne asked carefully. There was something odd about the way he was talking. His eyes looked glazed like he was picturing a dream.
"I think I'm going to remind them," he said softly. "Yes. Maybe the desert can decide who is worthy of magic and who isn't."
Daphne was confused. "What are you talking about Harry?"
Harry's grin broadened. "You best better work harder Daphne. Or else you might lose your chance to see those purebloods kneel before you."
Harry chuckled. What would the wizards do if they were left to survive in the desert? Would they rise to the occasion and survive or would they wither and die. He couldn't take them all to the desert. That was impossible. But maybe… just maybe… he could bring the desert to them.
The dream was becoming clearer. Magic had helped him survive. It had given him power and a means to destroy anything that attempted to hurt him. He hated the fact that all the wizards and witches he had meet used magic so frivolously. He wanted to teach them a lesson. He wanted them to realise the true power and nature of magic. Maybe the Desert would teach it to them.
Harry laughed softly and summoned the book on runes. He had research to do.
Beside him, Daphne slowly backed away. If she thought Harry was insane before, he was purely psychotic now!
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The next day.
Harry was a wildcard. Daphne knew this. He was beyond the definition of powerful and when the time to graduate came Daphne knew Harry's path would be a defining moment for the magical world.
Daphne sighed. She was sitting in her dorm, in front of her mirror and undoing the knots in her hair carefully with her wand. Her golden hair shone in the sunlight that was streaming through the window overlooking the Black Lake.
Pansy and the others had already left for breakfast but she had stayed back to organise her thoughts.
Ambition burned within her heart. She was different from her fellow housemates. She couldn't wait to break free from the grasp of mandatory education and take up a mantle in the Ministry of Magic. A piece of parchment was stuck to the mirror, charmed to be readable only by her. On it was her checklist. The first three were checked.
Become friends with Muggleborns and Halfbloods.
Become their leader.
Incite hatred against purebloods.
Take the OWLS by the end of third year.
Gain recognition by the Ministry.
Intern at the Ministry in summer before Fourth year.
Begin preparations for NEWTS.
Graduate as the youngest ever student to do so.
Become popular with Witch Weekly and get a job in the office of Magical International Affairs.
Maneuverer my supporters into key positions in the Ministry.
Become the youngest ever Minister for Magic.
Bring the pureblood lords to their knees until they beg for forgiveness.
A dark smile graced her pretty face. Slowly she got up and got dressed for Defence against the Dark Arts. Even though she was disgusted by Gilderory Lockhart, she had an image to maintain as a perfect student. Hermione Granger was nothing compared to her. Perhaps the bookish Gryffindor was highly intelligent, she didn't have the same drive, beauty and popularity as she did. Even though she disliked the girl, Daphne recognised the fact that she would make a good recruit.
The name Greengrass was beginning to be heard again.
Daphne laughed. Her father would be proud.
Now she had just one problem to deal with. Harry Potter. She had feelings for him. She knew that. Even though he was crazy, he was the only person she had opened up a bit too and he was the only one who knew some of her darkest secrets.
He could sink her if he wanted to. But if he sided with her, she would become unstoppable.
Daphne stared at her checklist again and before she left, she picked up the quill and added another point.
Bring Harry Potter over to my side.
She changed the colour of the ink from black to red for that.
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Eight May Nineteen Ninety Three; Quidditch Ground
"Confundo," whispered Daphne, when another group of Hufflepuff supporters came to sit where she and Harry were seated. She had become very adept at using the confundus charm to confuse people. It was a very useful spell in her book. It was relatively harmless and got the job done. It, however, did not work on those whose minds were strong. Her magical power had to be greater for the spell to overcome such people.
An example was the tiny first year Ravenclaw who was sitting on the other side of Harry. She had pale blonde hair that unbelievably went all the way down to her ankles. It was messy and unbrushed in a way that had Daphne turning her nose up in disgust. Her wand was tucked behind her ear and she was sitting with her head resting in the palm of her hands supported by elbows on knees.
Her name was Luna something. People called her Looney. Normally this would not bother Daphne but for some reason Harry's attention was fully focused on her. He was actually staring at her! Staring at her with his mouth half open like he could not believe what he was seeing. It vexed Daphne to no end.
It had taken her over week to convince Harry to come and see the match with her. She took it as an opportunity to bond with Harry. Get him to talk and maybe cement their friendship a little deeper.
The Raven first year on the other hand, was staring at the Quidditch match with fascination, uncaring or unaware of Harry's attention on her.
"Are you listening Harry?" she asked impatiently. Here she was educating him on the political tussle between Dumbledore and Malfoy and what it meant for Hogwarts and Harry was not paying attention in the least. She knew he didn't care to know. But she took upon the task of keeping him update on the affairs of their world. If she didn't she knew her green eyed friend would get lost in that weird head of his. Honestly, his talks about deserts and showing everyone what magic was totally freaked her out. He was unhinged and she did her best to keep the lid on his nonsensical thoughts.
"Who is she?" Harry asked instead. The diminutive girl beside him was vibrant with colours. Her red was barely a spark but her violet and orange were incredibly active. To his amazement there was a seventh core in her magic. Right at the top of her head. It was white and kept appearing and disappearing. It was fascinating. He didn't have one and neither did anyone else. According to the books, the seventh core was that of enlightenment. Did this mean the girl was enlightened? In that case enlightened in what?
"I think her name's Luna," Daphne said disgruntled. "She's a weirdo if what I've heard is correct."
"And Cedric catches the snitch! Hufflepuff win by a whisker. 210 against 200!"
And that was it. Harry wondered what the point of it was. Wizards and witches on brooms, throwing balls at each other. He could see the magic in the balls and brooms and they were hardly significant. What purpose did the game serve?
"Well that was exciting," Daphne commented half-heartedly. She had hoped watching a Quidditch game might bring out some excitement in Harry, like all other boys but there was nothing. In fact the only thing she had managed to accomplish was getting him curious about a bint of a first year Raven.
"Excuse me," said the girl as the crowd began to shuffle out of the stadium. Her voice was musical and soft. A bit high pitched as would be expected of a young girl but it had an entrancing quality.
Harry moved aside and let her pass. His eyes lingering on her until she disappeared.
"Don't tell me you're into the young ones Harry," Daphne joked.
Harry didn't smile. He didn't get it and Daphne sighed. But then a brain wave struck her. If Harry was interested in the girl then would he spend more time with her if she brought Luna into her group? It was worth thinking about.
"Hey do you want to….?" Daphne had taken her eyes off Harry for a moment and he had disappeared. Tracey, who was seated behind them and cheering the Hufflepuffs throughout the game slapped Daphne on the back cheerfully.
"Potter give you the slip again huh," she chuckled as she guided Daphne out of the stadium.
Daphne glared at her redhead friend.
"You, know, people are beginning to suspect you fancy him."
Daphne turned red, "I do not!" she said hotly.
"You certainly try and spend as much time as possible with him when he doesn't bother to do the same."
"Tracey," Daphne began patiently. "Just imagine what a statement it would make if the boy who lived was on our side?"
Tracey shrugged. She didn't have the same thought process as Daphne. In fact no one thought and planned like Daphne. They, like all other twelve year olds, were more concerned with their marks and friends. They only wanted to have fun. Being around Daphne was fun and not to mention no one dared mess with the golden haired Slytherin. Also, she was popular. Girls envied her looks and hair. They envied the fact that she was friends with Harry Potter; the boy who snubbed and glared at anyone who dared approach him.
Tracey understood the magical world was undergoing a big change where rights for muggleborns was being fought for, but in school, it hardly made any difference to them. Sure the upper years seemed to duel each other in the name of it but it was more house rivalry than complicated politics. It was only Daphne who made it complicated.
Honestly, sometimes Tracey wished Daphne would just loosen up and have a little fun! She was always uptight and focused. She would pour over the Daily Prophet everyday like a maniac and had an ice cold glare for certain Slytherins in their year.
"Hey Trace!"
It was Blaise. Tracey noticed red creeping up Daphne neck and smirked. The half African half Italian boy did have that effect on girls. He was beyond dreamy and Tracey was glad to see Daphne show some signs of being effected like all the other girls.
"Blaise," she said brightly. "Enjoyed the match?"
"Brilliant," he said happily. "We're ten points ahead now. The house cup will be ours if we don't lose any points!"
"Excuse me," Daphne said suddenly. They had reached the great hall. With her back straight and looking like a princess herself, Daphne took a right instead of the left to the great hall and disappeared. Ever since Harry had returned, the time she spent with her group of friends had reduced.
"She looks upset," Blaise remarked. He had gotten good at looking beyond Daphne's mask.
"Potter," Tracey said with a roll of her eyes.
Blaise frowned. "What does she see in him anyway? The guy is a complete freak!"
A band of red clad students walked past them; the Gryffindor Quidditch team and Blaise couldn't help but pour salt in their wounds. "Looks like the lions got tamed… again!"
Tracey laughed and they were joined by a few upper years who joined Blaise in their jeering.
The Gryffindors glared and looked ready to pull out their wands but a few whispered words from the Weasley twins had them all backing down and retreating without a word.
Tracey sighed. "I guess we can expect a humiliating prank coming our way," she groaned.
"Meaningless in the face of victory!" Blaise crowed. The rest of the boys joined them in victory roars.
In that moment Tracey almost felt normal. This is how Hogwarts was supposed to be. But she couldn't help but glance at the spot where Daphne had disappeared. Why did she feel like her best friend was going to do her best to change it?