Thestral

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Hagrid was worried. Daily routine rounds of his menagerie showed a concerning behavior in one of his Thetral herds. Needless to say, he was extremely proud – nursing a large, not to mention only, herd of these beasts in England was his pride. Looking down at Fang he grumbled as he tried to sneak up to the heard unnoticed. And that was easier said than done – his size and clumsiness didn’t help either.

– Dead clever they are. No use Fang, the ’eard us. Let’s go you slobbering coward. – grumbled Hagrid in another failed attempt to sneak to them.

Hagrid loved his Thestrals, social as they are and accepting to him they still had their secrets. But more worrying one was large female. Proud mare was always peculiar, bit of a loner which was strange on its own. But lately, she would leave her foal and disappeared in odd times of day or night. She would be gone form just a few minutes up to the almost all night at the times. Yes, Hagrid had all the reasons to be worried.

Day passed by and Hagrid grumbled more and more trying to play a game of cat and mice with a mare. She would approach him, take the food out of his hand, allowed him to approach her foal. And yet, in a blink of an eye she would raised her head and just took off in unknown direction, leaving her foal in the herd, swift and impossible to follow.

This forced Hagrid to raise many brows as he haunted Hogwarts library, looking for more to read about Thestrals, huffing at limited information in books. By his account, he knew more about the beasts than all the books combined. Sneaking up, or at least attempting to sneak up, he discovered that Luna, Ravenclaw girl, spend much time with his herd. Occasionally even Harry join her. Thinking about two kids able to see these magnificent animals, made Hagrid shake his head, breaking his heart.

Months passed, and mare was acting odd. Hagrid was now seriously worried for her, he even considered a new herd of wild Thestrals setlling nearby. However, that was not the case. Hagrid decided to change tactics. It was cold, snowy night early in the winter, he heard a rush of wings and padded far away from the herd, hiding deep in to the forest, keeping herd at sight. Much to his surprise, mare landed not far from the place he chose as his hideout.

Just behind tree line, on the small clearing, lighted with soft waning moon. Mare was standing still, looking at the thick forest sniffing the air. Minutes passed, and finally Hagrid noticed a figure approaching thru the trees, coming from the direction of the castle. Unmistakable, tall figure in black, was moving with long strides toward the clearing. Moonlight provide enough light for Hagrid to see a smile on a stern face as the man noticed the mare. With unusual soft voice he addressed her

– You are here again. Did you wait for me? – he stretched his arm and mare pushed her head in to his palm – Thank you. –

Man sat on the snow covered ground and mare huddled next to him. He was almost absentmindedly stroking her long neck. For a long time they stayed that way in silence. Hagrid felt uncomfortable, like he was witnessing something that was private, he felt like an intruder, but he could not move away without alerting them of his presence. Suddenly, man spoke again

– As much as I cherish your company, I would give anything on this world to not be able to see you. You now that? –

He stood up and mare approached him closer, nuzzling her head to his. He raised his hands and hugged her neck. Man’s shoulders shook in silent sobs, face pressed at mares neck. She was perfectly still, allowing him to hold her in embrace. Finally, sobs subsided and he separated himself from the mare, Hagrid could see tears that glistened on his cheeks. Man dragged one ragged breath and attempted to smile, from the inside of his robes he pulled one large chunk of meat and tossed it it the mare. She gulped the meat fast.

– This one is for your little one. – he tossed another chunk of meat. Mare nudged the man’s shoulder affectionately, picked up the meat, turned and fly away. He was looking after her.

-Thank you. – he whispered softly to the sky. He draw a long breath, straighten his shoulders, turned on the heel and stride into the direction he came from.

Hagrid was finally able to leave his hideout, wiped one tear he whispered into the night

-Dead clever, as I say. Good girl. –

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Sweets of the wizarding world

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Christmas morning was quiet, most of the students went to their homes. He, on the other hand, savored the quiet of almost empty dormitories, hallways and library. What else could he want for Christmas?

Slumping down the stares, yawning. He enjoyed long morning nap in the quiet of his room. Sure he missed his friends, but long nap was something he desired from time to time. Walking across Common Room toward common bathroom he lazily smiled at big Christmas tree next to the fireplace. Then he noticed, a huge box, underneath the tree. He put down his tooth brush and comb on the nearest tale and approached the tree.

– This wasn’t here last night. – mumbled through another yawn.

With curiosity he sat on floor in front of the three and pulled the box closer. Looked at shiny red paper and name tag. Blinked, then read the name again: Remus Lupin. With trembling hands he ripped the paper and flinched.

– Who would send me a hauler as a gift? – big hauler was fastened to the box, with sigh he opened the letter. Envelope burst to life:

James’s voice:

Mate, we are sorry for eating all your sweets.

Sirius’s voice:

And forgetting to buy you new ones at Hogsmeade when you where in detention.

Both of them:

This is our Christmas gift, enjoy it. Merry Christmas!!!

He laughed, it was just like his friends to send him a Christmas card that will yell at him, and hopefully not pierce his ear drums in process. He opened the box eagerly and started to laugh. It was full of sweet yummy stuff.

Bertie Botts Every Flavour Bean box, he let it for later. Chocolate frogs, he immediately opened one, munching the chocolate and looking at Helga Hufflepuff’s card. Blood Pops, he grumbled and left the aside, this was from Peter and he will give them to Peter: „He is the only one who likes these.“. Chocolate pumpkins, whole box of them. He put one in his mouth still full of chocolate frog. Acid Pops, he will try one later. Cauldron cakes, he loved them so eat two at once. Pumpkin pasties, he put them in his pajama pocket. Sugar Quills, he will eat them later too.

– This is enough to last me for days. – he smiled. Picked box up and carry it to his room. Running down the stairs and progressing to the bathroom. This is going to be very nice Christmas indeed.

 

 

Mirror of Erised

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The room was cold and poorly lighted with only few scattered candle holders. Scorch marks and darkened patches on the stone floor.  Three figures standing in front of the large, heavy, mirror frame. The mirror itself is old, its magic is powerful, but its surface reflects only images of those three persons and nothing more.

– Are you sure Albus? Is it safe to leave it in school? –

– As long as no one knows where is placed. –

– Someone is bound to know, at least the person who moved it. –

– That is why I choose three of us, we can resist mirrors magic. –

– It is decided, we will move mirror tomorrow when students leave the school. –

They left the room, not looking back.

…. Later that day Albus creep in to the room. “Just to check out if some of the kids is not in here”. That is what he was telling to himself. He stepped in front of the mirror looking at it with sad glimmer in his eyes. Looking at his reflection in the mirror. Ariana was next to him, hugging him with one hand while hugging Aberfort with other. All three of them where laughing. He was looking at the picture, unable to revert his gaze for a long time. Finally, he closed his eyes and walked away with heavy footsteps…

…Minerva peeked in to the room, later that day. “Gryfindor’s are notorious for finding things and corners they should not”.  She stepped in the room looking left and right, like she is about to cross the street. Walked to the mirror and peeked at it sideways. Her eyes filled with tears. Dougal was looking at her form it, he knew that she is a witch. He was offering her engagement ring. She nodded at mirror, crying and laughing at the same time. Dougal sat next to the mirror surface, and she get close to cold surface leaning on it with one shoulder, looking at his eyes.

– Minerva, what are you doing here? – she flinched at the sound of a stern voice – It is way past bed time. –

– I was just, … – she sniffled – What are you doing here Severus? –

– You missed dinner, Albus asked me to look for you. – he offered her a hand to get up from the floor – Go on, go to your room and rest, I’ll take care of it. –

She got up and nodded, still sniffling, walking away…

…He was circling the mirror carefully, not to cast a glimpse at it. Conjuring a thick veil to cover it. Veil landed on mirror, but then slide down. Frustrated he stepped to pick it up, and then froze in motion. In a flat mirror surface, Lily was next to him, her hand around his waist. Between them was a little girl with jet-black hair and bright green eyes. Happiness written on all faces. He fell to his knees and buried his face in hands.

It was dawning outside, when he lifted one hand, taking his wand and covering mirror with veil again. Stood up, walked out of the room with bloodshed, and swollen eyes. “The soon we move the mirror, the better” he thought with heavy sigh.

Shreeking Shack

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Old house was squealing. Crowd was gathering in front of it, two boards with photographs were placed in front it, and visitors where piling up flowers and small gifts in front of them.

One silvery apparition inside the house was watching through the window it huffed in annoyance. Another apparition appeared and smiled

– It is only one day, don’t be so crossed. –

– Don’t you have some other place to haunt Lupin? – grumbled first apparition

– This is my place; my picture is there as well as yours. –

– I died here. – sneered first apparition

– Even death can’t change you Severus. – smiled the ghost of Lupin. Snape’s ghost looked at him and turned to the window again.

– Oh joy! Here comes the Potter with his progeny.  Now I’m glad I’m dead, imagine teaching to THEM. –

Below, Harry and his two sons where let in to the house by the guard on the door. Ghosts lowered themselves to follow them, without being noticed. Harry was talking to his sons. Led them to the tattered room with big dark stain on the floor.

– Why does he leads them there? – grumbled Snape

– Come now, he named his son after you. –

– Honored. – hissed Snape’s ghost through clenched teeth.

James Sirius Potter was looking bored; Albus Severus was clinging to his father’s hand.

– You see this room? In this room, died one of the bravest men I’ve ever known. – the boy looked at him

–  But James says he was bad and that you named me after him cause I’m evil. –

– James Sirius Potter! – Harry raised his tone looking at his older son, the boy giggled

– The name is right for that one. – grumbled Snape’s host

– I don’t want to be named after a bad person – whined the boy

– Albus Severus Potter! He was not evil nor bad. He was a brave man who saved my life. –

– Why do you always say my full name when you are cross at me? – huffed the boy. Snape looked at Lupin smugly, with one eyebrow raised.

– That is it! We are going home. I will not bring you here anymore until you show some respect.  – Harry turned and led his sons outside.

Ghosts floated to upper room to watch them leave. One blue-haired youth left flowers at Lupin’s picture and one bouquet of wild flowers in front of Snape’s, lingering. He whispered

– If my dad were friends with you, maybe he would still be alive. –

Lupin’s ghost started to sniffle and Snape turned to him annoyed

– Wishful thinking. The two of us could never be friends. –

– We are now. –

– We are not! I just can’t force you linger to anywhere else. – hissed Snape

– Yes. So, do you want to play game of chess? – grinned Lupin

– Yes. – sighed Snape.

In front of the house, visitors where still piling up flowers and gifts. It was Battle of the Hogwarts Memorial Day.

Edinburgh Dungeon

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Two hooded figures fell silent as group of screaming muggles run past them. They looked at them through their masked faces. One muggle girl turned, tossed them a scared look and then bolted, screaming even louder.

– Did you have to pick this place of all? – whispered one figure

– He will not look for us among muggles. –  hissed another – If we are about to betray him, we need privacy. –

– But look at the place it is total sham. There is no scary thing at sight and yet they scream. –

Three more figures joined them.

– Why are we in this hallway? –

– Other places are full of muggles, they seems to run through this hallway only. –

– We do fit in. –

– This is not a joking matter. We will fit in better in other rooms if he finds out. –

– Yes, he is mad. More than he used to be. – tingle of scare lingered in voice

-Are you backing away? –

– No, but I have family to think of…-

– We all do, that’s why we do this, for our children. –

– So who can we trust? –

– No one. – sixth figure answered, joining them, his or hers voice muffed – Not even each other. –

– How we are going to do this? – female voice trembled

– Just keep the boy alive and unharmed the rest will follow naturally. And keep your minds clear at his presence. –

– You are the one to say that. – hissed another hooded figure – You linger at his right sleeve. –

– Yes, I linger at more than one sleeve and I’m still alive. As I told you before, keep the boy alive and unharmed. –

– And the boy’s friends. –

– Them as well. Nincompoop would be long dead if they are not with him. –

Another group of muggles runs by them. One teenage boy lingered, and then started to approach them. The sixth hooded figure turned towards him hissing “boo” and boy run away. They all laughed.

– That would be all. We will meet here again when need emerges. Good day to you all. – mumbled the man who just scared the boy. The others nodded in agreement and disappeared one at the time followed by faint POP.

Next group of muggles ran trough the corridor, so much similar to dungeon, screaming and laughing. Never knowing about the group of hooded figures who just plotted against their Master.

Habanera

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He looks at her from his place in the bushes; she is beautiful and magical. She is quiet, not like her mean sister. She speaks soft and her voice is melodic. His heart beating faster when he sees her. He cannot stand distress in her voice and tears in her eyes. He cannot stand her sister…

…They are friends now. She looks at him with gentle green eyes. She has a smile for him. Heat rises to his face when he thinks of her. They will be in the same house and they will be together …always. The only bright thing in his miserable life…

…They are not in the same house. His heart is weeping. She is next to those insufferable, arrogant gits from the train. But, that is all right, she is his. There is no one else he cares about, but her…

…He does not have power or influence, but he is smart. In his house are kids from many powerful families. If he plays it smart, become friend with them, they will help him to achieve his goal. One day he will have everything to offer to her, and she will love him as much as he loves her…

…His friends don’t like her, they call her mud-blood but he don’t care. He is not sure if he can call them friends, but they know people, they can help him. With their help, he can be someone powerful, respected and she will notice him. Not as a friend but as a man. She does not understand now, but she will. No matter what happen to the others, she will be safe as long as he can protect her…

…He close his eyes, leaning heavily on the wall. He clench his fists. She is mad at him; she does not want to speak to him. He said the only words he should not and now she is mad at him. He is humiliated, broken. His eyes are full of hot needles; breathing is hard, as if air is made of stone. He cannot lose her…

…She is out of his life and yet, she is his life. He sees her wherever he goes. It hurts, every time; she is with them, with that brute. Is she blind? He has to find a way, to get her to see, to understand. He will do anything to get her back…

…They offered him something, something that will help him rise above. Above poverty, above torturing, above all those who wronged him. When he gets there, she will notice him again. He accepts everything just to get her back. His left arm is burning, he’s branded for life, he does not care, and it is all for her…

…He does not want to live. His heart is broken, a black hole. He wants to cry but eyes are dry. He wants to scream, but there is no voice. He begged, begged, as he would not for his own life. He cheated, lied, spied, he… he did all in his power to save her. Failed. Life has no meaning. Existence have no meaning. That would not happen if she was with him…he blames them, all of them. He blame himself the most…

Memories

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Footsteps echoed through the hallways. Each sole of shoes producing a lingering sound. She walked down the corridor, her eyes darting from one spot to the other. No matter how many times she came here, pictures in her mind where still there. Same pictures every time…

Spot where Fred died. Grand Hall where she had seen the bodies of Lupin and Tonks. Place where Neville’s plant attacked Death Eater. Looking through the arched window…spot where Hagrid stood holding Harry’s body, crying.  Place where….

Her eyesight blurred. Small hand tugged hers

– Why are you crying mommy? – asked little girl. She looked at her husband and stopped, lowering herself to look at her daughter. Child’s bright eyes looked worried, skittish smile lingered on lips. She sighed, trying to hold her voice from trembling

– It is all right Rose, mommy is just…it is because… – child’s eyes looked at her, bright and innocent. How she could explain? Death, devastation and lose to an innocent child. – Mommy is just happy to be here, happy that one day you will go to school here as well. – she lied in the end.

– I cannot wait that mommy. – smiled girl, kissed her cheek and skipped ahead. She slowly stood up. Her husband hugged here, no words where necessary. He planted a kiss on her forehead and whispered:

– Let’s go, if we are late, we might end up in detention, students or not. I do not want to polish those bloody trophies ever in my life. – joked but his eyes reflecting her inner turmoil. Some memories never fade away.