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Ron and I made our way to Professor McGonagall’s classroom; I was still slightly tipsy from the muscle relaxant. We walked in to find Hermione and Professor McGonagall and the teacher seemed slightly shocked to see him there.
"Mr. Weasley, you aren’t supposed to be here until tomorrow night. You and Mr. Potter aren’t going to train with the girls on Thursdays." She sighed.
I’m just here to make sure Mags is okay." He replied. "Is it alright if I sit in?"
She pondered the request for a bit. "Very well. But no disruptions." She warned.
He nodded and sat down at one of the desks in the back.
Hermione came over to me, putting her hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay?"
I smiled at my friend, putting my hand over hers. "I’m fine. Really. I’m just getting used to the feeling of being on my feet again."
She nodded as McGonagall walked back over to us. "Alright, now I know that you can perform a Patronus Charm, Ms. Granger, how about you, Ms Carlott?"
I shook my head.
"Alright, well we’re going to have you do one, your Patronus Charm will take the form of an animal and that animal is also your Animagus form. Now I don’t expect you to form a full animal on the first go-around. It takes many years, but we do need to start training as soon as possible." She waited for me to get my wand out. "Are you ready?"
"Yes." I whispered.
"I want you to think of your happiest moment. The time in your life where you have felt the most at peace." She instructed. "The spell is Expecto Patronum. Don’t be disappointed if you can only manifest a mist."
I sighed, closing my eyes, trying to think of a memory where I was happiest. I could only think of one.
When Ron and I were lying in the leaves after the funeral. I felt safe in his arms as we laughed with each other. There wasn’t anything in the world that could’ve made me feel un-happy.
I raised my wand—Nerves running through my body faster than I could think.
"Expecto Patronum!" I shouted, aiming my wand at the ceiling. A blue mist escaped the tip of my wand as I focused on lying with Ron in the leaves.
A figure began to form from the mist, a small animal, possibly. As it became clearer I could distinctly tell that it was a badger. The creature bounced around its misty form wobbling slightly.".
"Interesting." I heard McGonagall whisper.
I lead the creature around the room, guiding it over to Ron. "Look, it likes you." I smiled.
He ‘pet’ the mist formed badger smiling at it. I lowered my wand and it walked over to me, sitting down before it disappeared.
"Very impressive!" Hermione commented.
"Thanks." I answered, sitting next to Ron.
"Impressive, indeed, Ms. Carlott." McGonagall smiled. "You must have a very happy memory, and a very strong willed mind."
We finished our lesson with McGonagall and Hermione and I headed to the common room, Ron heading to the Quidditch field to get something.
"You know, my Papa’s here now." I sighed. "I don’t really know what to do."
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.
"Everything is going to change. My Papa is here now, my mother hates me." I confided. "I just am not sure what exactly to do."
"Everything will be fine." Hermione assured me. "If anything having your father here will help you feel all the safer."
I stopped walking. She looked back at me. Ron knew that the Aurors were coming. Should I tell her? I don’t see why not, but at the same time I don’t want to tell too many people and start a panic.
I decided that I can trust Hermione. I grabbed her arm and pulled her into a broom closet.
"There’s something else going on, isn’t there? Something more than just your father being here isn’t there?" Hermione sighed, sitting on a small stool. "Maggie, what is going on? You can tell me, I’m your friend."
"I know, Hermione. I just don’t want people to panic. My father is an Auror, I just found out. He and most of the other Aurors are going to be here to protect the students, but no one is supposed to know. I don’t know if Dumbledore is going to tell everyone or not." I sat down across from her. "Ron already knows, Dumbledore told me and him when I was in the infirmary."
"Wow, I guess that makes sense." She sighed. "I’ll bet this has to work."
I smiled. "You aren’t panicked or anything?"
"No! I’d rather have the Aurors here than the dementors like third year." She shuddered. "My god, that was horrible."
I nodded. I was overly happy that she understood. We walked out of the closet and headed back to Gryffindor Tower. We walked into to see my father talking to Harry.
"P-Papa?" I questioned.
They turned to me. Papa smiled at me and I knew nothing was wrong.
"Your father and I were just talking about how many Aurors were going to be here." Harry explained. "He is going to be co-teaching with Snape for Defense against the Dark Arts, plus he’s gonna help Hagrid."
"Snape’s actually letting you co-teach?" Hermione asked.
"No, Dumbledore’s letting me." Papa came over and kissed the top of my head. "Is something bothering you, sweetie?"
I shook my head, wrapping my arms around him.
"Just think about it this way, only two more classes today, only three tomorrow and then we’ve got Hogsmeade on Saturday." Harry smiled.
I nodded. "I’m gonna go find Ron." I let go of Papa and I turned back out of the common room.
I walked down the stairs towards the great hall. I ignored most everyone around here and I felt an overwhelming sense that I was about to vomit uncontrollably. I wrapped my arms around myself and headed through the doors, looking around for the signature red hair. When I didn’t see it I turned, heading towards the main entrance.
But I ran into someone else.
"Oh, sorry." I looked up to see Fred and George Weasley.
"No problem, say I don’t recognize you and I know most students." One of the twins smiled.
"You must be Maggie. The lass that stole my brother’s heart, right?" The other winked.
I nodded. "Um, if you’ll excuse me, I need to find him."
"That’s alright; we’re here to see Dumbledore as it is." The first twin patted me on the shoulder.
They walked through the hall, heading towards the teacher’s table.
I turned right, heading towards the main doors when I saw Ron walking through them. I smiled, walking towards him. He wrapped his arms around me and I smiled against him.
"You alright?" He asked.
"Yes, I’m alright." I nodded. "Actually I would love to go for a walk, Ron. I frankly don’t care if I’m late to class, if I even show up."
"Okay." So we made our way out onto the grounds, Ron’s arm around my shoulder.
We walked around until we were near the forbidden forest. I sat on a log, Ron sitting in front of me on the grass. He sat between my legs as I rubbed his shoulders.
"I want it to be Saturday." I whispered.
"Me too." Ron smiled.
I had him scoot forward so that I could sit between him and the log. He leaned against me and I wrapped my arms around his chest. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, his warm back against my body.
I didn’t want anything more to happen. The kids leaving, the squid dying, what else could happen to the school? I don’t understand what Voldemort gains from not having people here. This is what most of these kids have ever known.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked me.
"I’m just wondering I guess…" I shrugged.
"I figured that sweetie. I was just wondering about what." Ron turned to face me, his eyes worried. "What is it?"
"I still can’t figure out what exactly He wants with all this." I gestured around the grounds.
"Maybe he’s an avid golfer? We’ve got some lovely green here." He smiled, rubbing the grass.
"This isn’t really funny, Ron. I don’t mean to be a downer but I don’t want anything else to happen." I sighed, reaching for his hand. "I really don’t want to lose you. I know I sound like some cheesy teenager, but you’re probably one of the best things that ever happened to me. I don’t want anything to happen to you."
"Hey, nothing’s going to happen." Ron leaned forward, holding my face in his hands. "You don’t have to worry about me. Harry’s going to reinstate Dumbledore’s Army, and we’re all going to be fine. There are only a handful of students left at Hogwarts, so it will be easier to keep it under control."
He leaned in and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned into him. I wanted to get lost in this moment. I needed to get lost in this moment.
"Ron, uh mate, find a closet." We broke apart to see Harry standing in front of us.
"Oh, shove it, Harry." Ron murmured. He stood, helping me up.
"We should, uh, get to class." Hermione came up behind Harry, her books in hand.
"Oh, Ron. I saw your brothers. Fred and George. They said that Dumbledore wanted to talk to them."
"That’s odd." He shrugged. "Oh, well. Come on; let’s get to Hagrid’s."
We made our way down to Hagrid’s hut, I didn’t know if Papa would be starting today. I slightly doubted it. I’d expect that Dumbledore would want to get him settled. I was right, Papa wasn’t down there, instead there was a Unicorn standing beside Hagrid, near the edge of the forest.
"This here, kids, is a Unicorn. One of the most magical creatures in the world, the Unicorn has blood that will keep you alive on the brink of death."
I noticed Harry flinch and I put my hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright?" I asked.
"I’ll tell you later, Mags." He sighed, patting my hand. "There’s a lot of stuff I doubt you know."
I was confused. I mean Dumbledore tells us everything that’s going on, doesn’t he? I haven’t heard of much going on here, ever. But then again, being a Hufflepuff didn’t get me all the latest news updates.
"Is the unicorn a male or female?" Parvati Patil raised her hand, breaking me from my thoughts.
"This one’s a girl. About 6 years old, so she’s pretty young. Very calm though." Hagrid smiled, petting the creature’s mane. "One thing you must know, and this is very important. It is a severe crime to kill a unicorn. You will end up in Azkaban, and that will be the least of your worries."
Suddenly a first year Ravenclaw came running down the hill, panting the entire way. He pushed his way to Hagrid, a piece of paper in his hand.
"It’s from Professor Carlott. He said it’s urgent." The boy squeaked before running back towards the castle.
Hagrid read the note in his hands and swiftly shoved it in his pocket. "Alright everyone, class dismissed. Go back to the castle and stay in your houses." He shooed the Unicorn back to the forest.
"Don’t worry; I’ll have her back for class in no time."
"What’s going on, Hagrid?" Harry asked.
"It’s nothing, ‘Arry. Don’t you worry." The half-giant smiled. "It’ll be worked out in time."
"What will?" I asked.
"Nothing. Just go on back to the castle." Before we could say anything Hagrid turned and went to his Cabin. But the note fell out of his pocket and I grabbed it before he could notice it.
"What’s going on?" Hermione asked.
I opened the note. It was from Papa.
Send the children back to the castle. Get your things and come up as soon as you can. Dumbledore is preparing a room for you. Warn the Centaurs if you can. They’ve sent the Dementors Again. This time they’ll patrol the grounds directly.
No. No. No. This can’t happen again. I could feel all the blood rush from my face, and I turned to Harry.
"We need to get inside." I whispered. "You need to get inside."
"What?" He asked. "What are you talking about?"
"The ministry doesn’t think my father and the Aurors are enough. They’re sending the Dementors again."
"What?!" Ron shouted.
"There’s no time for questioning, Ron." Hermione sighed. "Please, let’s get back to the common room and we can figure things out there."
"Last time the Dementors weren’t allowed on school grounds, they could only patrol the perimeters." Harry smiled. "Dumbledore won’t let them.
I shoved the note at him. "Look! Do you see what it says?! They will patrol the grounds!"
"Alright." Hermione put her arm around me. "Let’s go."
I dropped the note to the ground as her and I made our way up to the castle.
"I was just trying to warn him. I remember what happened during the game 3rd year." I whispered. "I don’t want them coming after you guys."
"Harry knows what he’s doing; he knows how to take care of himself." Hermione assured me.
"Does he? Does he, really? Hermione, he’s a teenager! I understand that he’s been through a lot, but all of this at once?!" I screamed. "I am not going to lose everyone that I know and love because they think they can handle themselves!"
"Maggie!" She grabbed my shoulders, staring at me with concern on her face. "You aren’t going to lose us. Not only can we handle ourselves, but we handle each other! We watch each other’s backs because we are only as strong as those fighting with us."
"I’m sorry, but we are just kids! And soon this war is going to be ours, if it isn’t already. I want to know that I can take care of my friends so that we can fight this with all of our might because we all depend on the outcome of this!" I shouted. "There is nothing any of us can do dead!"
"You’re right." She spoke firmly, a tight grip on my shoulders. "But right now you have to accept that you are in the company of people who know how to take care of themselves and the people around them. Now listen to me, Maggie. Your friends love you and they care about you. We are not going to let anything happen to you. You have to understand that! You are not alone in this fight, sweetie."
"I feel alone." I whispered. And I did. I felt like I had to protect everyone. I couldn’t let anything happen to them. I didn’t think that they would help me in this. I wasn’t used to people helping me. I was used to being on my own and protecting my friends because they were the closest things I had to family here.
"Hey! Guys!" I turned to see Ron and Harry coming up the path.
Hermione turned me back to her. "You aren’t alone." She smiled before the boys reached us.
"We talked to Hagrid a bit about the squid. He says he doesn’t know how they managed to get it to the surface but he does know that someone used a spell that cuts the skin and major blood vessels nearest to the impact point." Harry explained.
"I’ve never heard of that spell, Harry." Hermione furrowed her brow. "I’ll look in the library, but I don’t know of any spell that does that."
"I have." He sighed. "It’s in a potions book that I found in the dungeons. I think it’s still down there. We’ll head down there and see. I’ll get my cloak." The two of them headed up towards the castle and I could see the figures of the dementors against the setting sun. I gasped and Ron turned to see what I was looking at.
He grabbed my by the arm and dragged me inside the castle. I heard Hagrid behind us and as soon as we got inside the school the large man was behind us, closing the large doors and releasing the wooden locks.
Ron stood in front of me, but my eyes were glued on the door, the sounds of hollow cries echoed against the walls.
"Are you alright, Maggie?" He asked. "Maggie!"
I was startled out of my trance. "I’m sorry for blowing up. I just…I don’t want someone to get hurt because I wasn’t doing all I could to protect them, especially you and Harry and Hermione. You three are so precious to me." I felt tears well in my eyes as I turned slightly towards him. "I’ve lost my mother already, and I can’t lose you."
He frowned. "What makes you think that you are going to lose me?"
"This is all so dangerous, and I wasn’t expecting it. How can we expect to feel safe when everything is collapsing all around us?"
"Maggie… you aren’t going to lose me. I’m not going to let anything because you anymore pain. Can’t you trust me?"
"I trust you, Ron. I do. I just don’t want to risk anything." I sighed. I turned towards him fully, reaching for his hand. He took it, pulling me into a hug.
"Maggie, I won’t let anything happen to any of us. Harry and I are going to call a Dumbledore’s army meeting tonight with the remaining members." He rocked me back and forth in his arms. "We’re going to do everything in our power to ensure that the students are prepared. Especially with the dementors coming."
"I hate them." I shuddered.
"They aren’t exactly the most desirable guests for tea, are they?" Ron kissed my forehead. "Come on, Love. Harry and Hermione might need extra eyes for that spell."
"You go ahead; I’m going to go lie down. I’ve worked myself into a spell." I smiled. I squeezed him tightly before leaning up to kiss him lightly.
"Alright." He laughed. "You go lie down; I’ll see you at dinner?"
I nodded and walked back towards the Hufflepuff dorms while he went through the corridors to get to the dungeons. I made my way to and it was rather empty, besides a first year asleep at one of the tables, a book for a pillow. I grabbed a blanket off the couch and covered him with it. I walked up the girl’s stairs and opened the door to the dorm. There was a house elf cleaning up the room and she apologized for something, not quite sure what and asked if I needed anything. I told her to keep cleaning, and that it wasn’t a problem.
I climbed into bed, drawing the curtains around the bed. The small elf began humming to herself and I nudged my shoes off and placed them at the end of the bed. I closed my eyes and drifted very quickly into sleep.
I woke to a bright light, peeking through the curtains of my bed.
"Hello?" I asked. "Is someone there?"
When no one answered I opened the curtains and found myself in a golden autumn wood. The sun was shining through the yellow and orange leaves of the tree, illuminating the forest.
"I’m dreaming." I whispered.
"You are, in a way. This is more than a dream. This is a forewarning." I turned around to see a beautiful woman standing beside a large oak tree. "I am Helga Hufflepuff. You are my heir, Margaret. "
"Yet…" A man came from behind the tree and stood next to her. "You are welcomed in my house, more than in your own. The house of Godric Gryffindor. There is one other thing you do not know. Your mother is not a squib. She holds the blood of the three other houses. You hold the blood of all four houses."
"Oh my god." I murmured, reaching for my shoes so that I could get out of bed. But instead of seeing the sleeves of my jumper I saw the sleeves of an intricate gown. Looking down only confirmed what I saw. I was dressed in an amazing cream colored gown.
"What’s going on? How is all of this possible?" I asked.
"We are here to warn you, Margaret." Gryffindor explained. "Something very terrible is going to happen this year. You have met my heir, Harry Potter."
"Harry doesn’t think he is the heir. He thinks it’s just a coincidence." I replied.
"He is, however. I know the hardships that young man has been through, and I hate to impair him with another burden, but it is already so. It seems that the heirs have all been reincarnated." Gryffindor smiled. "Rowena’s heir has, too, been born. I believe you know her, her name is Luna Lovegood."
"I do know her. I’ve met her a few times. She tends to stare off into space." I laughed.
"She’s a chip off the old block." Hufflepuff nodded. "Rowena was the same way."
I stood, the gown flowing around me. "I have so many questions."
"Please, ask." Hufflepuff encouraged.
"Why is all this happening, now?" I asked. "Why have all the heirs come now?"
"Voldemort has unleashed an evil unlike anything else ever seen. He is an heir, and the other heirs had to be born to counteract this evil." Gryffindor sighed. "We hate to do this to you, child, but you, Harry, and Luna hold the key to defeating him."
"But we’re only teenagers. How are we supposed to defeat one of the most powerful wizards who has an army behind him?" I questioned. "I don’t mean to fight anyone, and I’m not ready for a war."
"A war is already upon you, Margaret. Whether you like it or not, you are part of an army." He put his hand on my shoulder. "If you and the others do not defeat Voldemort, the world will fall into a darkness that will encase both our world and the muggle world as well."
"What?" I gasped. "No, that’s not possible, what would he want with the muggles?"
"An infinite amount of slaves, Margaret." Hufflepuff frowned. "He’d force them to do anything he wanted at his mercy, or at the mercy of his followers."
"That’s horrible." I sighed. So much for a normal 6th year. I looked at the majestic sorcerers in front of me. They contacted me for a reason. They warned me for a reason.
"I’ll do whatever I can, I promise."
The two looked at each other, then back to me. Hufflepuff stood in front of me, her yellow eyes glowing.
"Your blood will seal the fate of Hogwarts. Your mother’s blood. Fight in the battle. Fight and you can win, or don’t fight and you will die." A beam of light shot from her eyes into mine and I bolted awake, Susan Bones in front of me.
"Maggie?" She asked. "Are you alright?"
I turned to her, tears flowing, and a cold sweat enveloping my skin. "No, I’m not." I whispered. I bolted out of bed and I ran from the Hufflepuff dorms to the Grand Staircase.
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