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Falling into Destiny	By : Demonic_Host Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 11026 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Falling into Destiny
Chapter Forty-nine
You propted yourself up by using Blaise as a back rest. It really didn’t matter that he was younger than you considering that he was your height now. His shoulder fit nicely between your shoulder blades. It also helped that he was far better of an option than the tree. Though he didn’t seem to find the bark behind his back terrible it wasn’t exactly your idea of comfort.
“Date of the Statute of Secrecy?” You quizzed him.
You had bound his notes in order of lecture date so that they were easier to go through. That way you could help him review for the upcoming year. It also helped you take your mind off of what was going on in your life. Or, at the very least, help slow your brain down so you could start to process everything.
“Put into action in 1692,” Blaise answered. “But it was signed in sixteen eighty—“
He paused long enough for you to realize he needed a bit of an assist. “Nine. 1689. What were the contributing factors leading up to its presumed necessity?”
Blaise offered you a slice of the apple he was cutting up in his hand while contemplating his answer. You took the slice and nibbled on it. The sugars from the apple left your lips a little stickier than they had been prior.
“A couple centuries of witch hunts, witch hunters and regular muggles persecuting kids with magic, and extortion of adults for magical services,” Blaise summarized a goodly portion of wizarding history.
You nodded at his answer as you went quiet for a minute. It wasn’t that his answer was too complex to understand. Nor were you unhappy with his summary. Of course there were more details and examples of such events across multiple pages of notes but he’d hit all the major categories. Which seemed reasonable for a summertime review to you. What bothered you was the actual recorded history. You understood the reasoning behind the Statues. You just couldn’t understand how the events leading up to it happened.
How had witches and Wizards been so powerless to fall to persecution? Wands had been available through various wand making families like the Olivanders for more than a millennia at that point. By that time there had been a variety of Wizarding schools throughout the world, Hogwarts included, where young witches and Wizards learned the craft. Which meant that magic had been reasonably standardized and easy to practice. At least in the European region. What kind of magical family couldn’t keep their own children safe? What kind of muggle parents wouldn’t fight for the safety of their child who showed signs of magic? What witch or wizard let themselves be harrowed to perform magic when people around them were being killed on the suspicion of magic?
“What was it like?” Blaise asked seemingly out of nowhere.
“What was what like?” You asked as you tried to focus back on the notes he’d taken.
His handwriting was barely legible. And based on how structured it all was this was written after class with help from the blurb the dictation quill had copied down. You weren’t sure you wanted to see what his writing looked like if he was in an actual hurry. No wonder a lot of Professors wor glasses. You might have needed them too after years of reading essays with penmanship like his.
“The island you vanished to.”
You let out a deep breath and sat forward a little more. Avalon had been one of the complicated things going through your mind that you were trying to distract yourself from. Avalon and Draco. Two seemingly small worries that had about a million sub issues attached. Far too much for you to want to deal with in what remained of summer break.
“It was warm and surrounded with sirens,” you told him honestly.
You tried to remember anything you might have already said. You didn’t want to say the wrong thing that would spark a thousand more questions. Something in your gut didn’t feel right talking about it. The sand didn’t stain with your blood, instead it absorbed it. A houself that seemed to have no one to serve based on the fact that no one but the elf greated you. A portrait of Morgan Le’Fay that had only reactivated after you’d touched the runes inscribed on the frame wherein it felt like you’d lost a vast amount of energy. There was also the fact that your father, who had been in Slytherin house supposedly, apparently had his physical body laid to rest there; making the timelines completely skewed. Everything you could think of that happened there defies reason. On top of all of that, Avalon had disappeared from history around a millenia and a half ago. There must have been a reason for that.
“You spent a month there and that’s all you noticed?” Blaise asked, breaking the silence again.
“I’d only been there a day,” you said as you stared at the ground. “Draco and I had spent longer trying to get back to London than we had on the island.”
Which meant that someone had to have been playing with time. Awful things happened to witches and Wizards that played with time. You had never thought you’d be among them. In retrospect if that was somehow true then you were lucky to have just gotten away with a missing month. And it was no wonder that the Sirens hadn’t taken kindly to you trying to get to the island in the first place. Messing with time and time magic was a global issue. Though how could you have been doing that without knowing?
You remembered in a frightening yet hazy sort of way what had happened with Draco at Hogwarts' stone circle. You had been meaning to prove a point to Draco about how all you did was take. You wanted to show him why he should avoid you. That had apparently backfired in a strange way. Something about what you had done awoke ancient Magic’s in the stone. You had seen a figure of your father de-age from an old man that quite resembled Dumbledore to the young man you were used to seeing in your dreams for years. Had that been time magic too?
You hoped not. While it might help explain some things about what happened if you went searching for the answers, you weren’t sure you’d want to know. There was already so much on your plate as it was - so many responsibilities. You had to be careful with your wild magic so you didn’t hurt people physically or emotionally. You had to remember not to invade people’s minds on a near daily basis. You had to be careful of affecting males while you were awake, least awkward situations arise. You had to gather energy from people while they sleep and take care not to take more than they could spare. You weren’t always successful with any of that but you tried.
Then there were the normal worries. You needed to keep yourself healthy. You needed to do well in school. You were headed into your fifth year at Hogwarts which meant that O.W.Ls were right around the corner. You also needed to uphold your family’s good name while downplaying the dark connections. On top of that was the situation with Draco and Blaise that you were somehow responsible for too. It was just a lot to process. A lot to handle. If you added on time magic and the mystery surrounding your father on Avalon it would have been too much.
You smiled at yourself with a touch of nostalgia. You could remember being so frustrated at your father for keeping secrets from you, for only revealing things as you aged into them. But you were starting to think maybe he'd been right. It would have been cruel to overwhelm you when you were young with everything you were currently trying to comprehend. At the same time maybe if you'd known more and had more time to wrap your head about what was and had happened, if you'd been told ahead of time, maybe it would have been easier. At this point there really was no telling. You could recognize that while it had been frustrating then you saw how he thought he was doing you a favor. He'd been trying to be kind in a way. Unfortunately he couldn't actually be there to help you when it all started to pile up.
"Well what did you see while you were there?" He asked as all of those thoughts swirled through your head.
You shifted in your spot so that you could fall backwards across his lap. Your shoulders and head were supported as you laid on the grass. Blaise stared down at you as you tried to find the right words. You didn't like lying; hated it really. But you really didn't want to betray that gut feeling that told you to keep everything to yourself.
"Ended up on a beach," you started out. "And then went through a forest...until we got to a strong hold built inside of a mountain. I'd call it a castle or a palace but it wasn't quite right to be either."
There had been features of both in the place. It was true that everything had been built out of stone with walls so thick it would be hard to knock down. At the same time there hadn't been a wall or any identifiable towers. Which meant that there was no protected bailey. The keep, if that's what it could be called, had a great hall that had a wall of windows. How had there even been windows that well made back then? Wasn't glass like that relatively modern? Though you supposed the fact that there hadn't been any glass in the large openings of the set of rooms you had been showed too helped to support that. The majority of the place, all the rooms, had been seemingly built into a mountain. The only way you could think of that being possible was through the use of magic. A lot of complicated magic at that. The way everything set up was both like it had been straight out of a historic painting as well as had elements that wouldn't have been used until well after it was said to have vanished from the world.
That wasn't even touching that whole absorbing beach situation. Or the language. Or the potential inbred family that may or may not have existed on the island. Or even the houself whom had seemed to be in some sort of servitude to you. Unlike your interactions with Dobby, that houself had seemed different towards you. More accepting maybe but also still scared. It had offered you things when you hadn't even asked for them - something that Dobby or the houselves of Hogwarts had never done. You didn't even know their name.
"What was it like? In ruins?"
You shook your head on his lap. "No. It was dirty and it felt...abandoned but it seemed just as well maintained as Hogwarts."
Which required an army of houselves to maintain. Again just compounding the whole issue of only having seen one other living, sentient being besides Draco while you were there.
"There you are."
Think of the devil.
You turned your head towards the direction where Draco was coming from. Underneath the canopy of the tree, it was hard for you to really look out into the bright morning sunlight. What you did see was that Draco was taking long strides to reach where you and Blaise were. In such lighting he practically glowed. He slowed down the closer he got which let you take in his expression. It was far from the radiance he seemed to have from a distance. In fact you might even have said the expression on his face was dark.
“While you two were out here playing around, I found out some important news,” Draco said as he looked down his nose at you and Blaise.
He also shoved the Daily Prophet at you to emphasize his point. You sat up from your spot on Blaise’s lap. The picture on the front chilled you. Though you had never seen him before, the context clues of the outfit, derangement, and serial number were straight out of a childhood nightmare. The title of the article was straight to the point. And the article itself wasn’t very long either.
Sirius Black, possibly the most infamous prisoner ever to be held in Azkaban fortress, is still eluding capture, the Ministry of Magic confirmed today. "We are doing all we can to recapture Black," said the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, this morning, "and we beg the magical community to remain calm." Fudge has been criticised by some members of the International Confederation of Wizards for informing the Muggle Prime Minister of the crisis. "Well, really, I had to, don't you know," said an irritable Fudge. "Black is mad. He's a danger to anyone who crosses him, magic or Muggle. I have the Prime Minister's assurance that he will not breathe a word of Black's true identity to anyone. And let's face it - who'd believe him if he did?" While Muggles have been told that Black is carrying a gun (a kind of metal wand that Muggles use to kill each other), the magical community lives in fear of a massacre like that of twelve years ago, when Black murdered thirteen people with a single curse.
Your mother’s cousin, therefore a cousin of yours, had escaped from Azkaban. People could escape from Azkaban. All this time your mother had been wasting away in the horrible dark place while you’d been laying on Blaise’s lap thinking about your own problems. You couldn’t hold the newspaper in your hands for very long. Numbly you put it down on the ground to stare at it. Your cousin had escaped … but your mother was still there. You’d done nothing to help her in all the years you’d been out.
Feeling far less comfortable and warm than a minute ago, you got up from your spot. You missed the triumphed look that Draco cast to Blaise as you headed back into the mansion. You couldn’t even feel it when Draco caught up with you to walk side by side back into his house. All you could think about was the fact that you had family out in the world again. But they were murderers. They were still family and they had escaped from Azkaban days ago. They’d been free to days and you hadn’t known. They were free but you’d done nothing to help your mom for the last eleven years. You’d been too wrapped up in your own dramas to try and help her.
You felt like the worst daughter ever.
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