Friday, November 7, 2014

The Girl at Hogwarts: Part 9

I waited on the thestral. Scorpius came on out, then Rose, then Spencer, then the rest of them. They all boarded. I pulled back the reins of the thestral and it darted up. They followed me, and for a moment I thought I had lost them. Then they came up behind me and a went forward. In a few hours we were back at Hogwarts. Raven and Alyssa came up behind me.
"Somebody's fast, huh?" Alyssa said.
"Um... yeah." I land and immediately run to the pan-thing.
I take all the bottles marked DO NOT TOUCH and dump them into the pan.
We all dunk our heads in at once.
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"NO." A handsome, young boy, with silvery-black hair scoops up a tiny child, a newborn, in the middle of ruins that look like Hogwarts.
"This was like, the battle of Hogwarts." Says Spencer. He runs in to get a closer look.
I suddenly realize the boy is a young Professor Devon.
"Hey, Jason! Put it down or I'll chuck that ALIEN off of the edge!" A Ravenclaw girl who was beautiful and young marched over to Professor, who was apparently named Jason. She had long brown hair like most Ravenclaws, but unusual golden eyes that spooked me a little.
"OH, Come ON, Hannah! It's just a baby!"
She glared at him, but it was a loving glare. "JASON! It's the incarnation of Voldemort!"
We all gasped at the same time.
"SO? IT'S A BABY, HANNAH!"
"JASON! AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND, I DEMAND YOU TO PUT IT DOWN!"
Scorpius laughed. "Devon, AKA Jason, had a girlfriend?" He cracked up, but stopped.
"HANNAH! NO!" He yelled. He gripped the newborn tightly.
"UGH! YOU ARE SO INSUFFERABLE!"
"Who cares? Hannah, I love you and all, but no. Just... no."
"Don't... call... me... Hannah... anymore." She said through gritted teeth.
"He's not yours to kill, Hannah, love." Devon said gently.
"YOU... you... you're right. He's not mine to kill." She burst into tears and ran away.
The scene changed.
"I will kill you if you take another step, Carter Chang." The exact same Hannah, around two years older, was cornering a young handsome Asian boy.
"Hey, Snow, looks like you, eh?" Albus chuckles.
He whipped out a black wand and shouted, "AVADA KEDAVRA!" Green light filled the room, and Hannah lay on the floor, a blank expression on her once-pretty features. At that moment Devon stepped into the room. Carter Chang actually laughed. "Do you still have the singing curse on you?"
"As a matter of fact, yes, I do. But boy, have you gone to-oo faaaar, THIS TIME! Yes, I'll whip you curse you, oh, BUT NEVER KIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLL YOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUU... CART-ER CHAAAAAAAANNNNNG!" My hands literally had to seal my mouth to keep myself from laughing.
"Brother, she was going to kill me." Carter says.
"Carter... is she stunned? A simple stunning hex? Heh heh, she seems to be... right?"
"Brother Jason... I... I killed her." His face darkened.
"No. That was just dastardly joking? Or was it a simple kid-kid?"
"NO. I, Carter Delhirin Slinter Chang, killed Hannah Tri Mont."
Devon rounded on Carter. "I'll KILL YOU! I'll KILL YOU, CARTER CHANG!"
Carter flipped off of the wall and landed on Devon's shoulder's for a few seconds, then bounced off like an acrobat.
Scorpius stared. "Damn, that kid's an acrobat."
He landed on the floor, two feet, and he swerved to the side as Devon aimed a punch.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WERE ONCE MY FRIEND. THAT BABY... WHERE IS IT?"
"It's a girl," He said calmly. "And it doesn't age. I have a feeling it won't-- until one of us are
dead."
The scene changed.
It was Cho Chang, much older. My mom! Carter held her hand solemnly, also much older.
"I'll never, ever, ever, do it again, if it means your love." He smiled.
Cho blushed. "Um, uh, of course. I forgive you. I didn't know her, anyway."
"Cho Chang, will you... uh... um. Well.... wow, this went a lot better in my head..." He fiercely blushed. Then he looked serious. "Cho Chang, will you... marry me?"
"Yes. Yes, yes!" She grinned happily. Carter looked relieved.
I stopped in my tracks. Everyone looked at me.
"Does that mean...." Spencer stared.
"CARTER'S YOUR DAD!" Scorpius yelled suddenly.
Albus stared. "You're the.... you were that baby. The one that didn't age. Incarnation of... Voldemort."

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