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Chapter 7: An Explanation
“But it’s going to have to wait until after classes, we’ve got to get going.” Alexia said after Harry. “Really, I do want to tell them, but I want to get to class on time on my first day.” She added after Harry gave her a ‘I thought it was ok to tell them’ look.
“Alright fine but I want full details later mate.” Ron said.
“Settle down now class, settle down,” Professor Flitwick said to the chatty class.
The classroom quieted down and Professor Flitwick began speaking but Harry found it rather difficult to pay attention.
‘Is it a prophecy?’ he thought to himself. ‘Well if it is who gave it? Ollivander said Dumbledore gave him that parchment. Does that mean Dumbledore is a Seer? It would explain why he always seemed to know everything.’
“Harry!” Hermione said snapping Harry out of his thoughts. “We’re supposed to be attempting the Disillusionment Charm. Did you completely miss Professor Flitwick’s explanation?”
“Er..” was all Harry said before Ron chimed in.
“Hey Hermione, what are we supposed to be doing?”
Hermione huffed and muttered something that sounded like: “Why do I expect you guys to change?”
“We’re supposed to be attempting the Disillusionment Charm, you two never pay any attention and some day Hermione won’t be there to save you.” Alexia provided an answer for the clueless boys.
Hermione looked at Harry and Ron with an ‘I told you so’ look of triumph before successfully attempting the Disillusionment charm on the feather in front of her.
After another grueling half hour of Charms the four made their way to Herbology where Harry and Ron continued to pay little-to-no attention. Alexia noticed both Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout trying to catch unnoticeable glances at her. Obviously the Professor were interested in why they had to treat her differently. She hoped she would start learning magic soon and change that.
Hermione then headed off for Ancient Runes, making Harry and Alexia promise not to say anything about what happened earlier until later, and the other three went to the common room.
Harry and Ron began playing a game of wizard’s chess.
“I’m going to go to the library.” Alexia said as she stood up.
“Check.” Ron said as his knight moved into place.
“Bloody hell,” Harry gaped at his near defeat, “why?” he then directed towards Alexia.
“I want to get Hogwarts, A History.”
The two gaped at her and Ron muttered “Great another library obsessive girl to pester us about reading,” as Alexia left the common room.
Alexia stood in the library for a few moments in absolute awe of it all. She completely understood why Hermione enjoyed spending a good deal of her time in the library. It was positively amazing.
She searched the shelves until she found the book in which she wanted to start her reading. Hogwarts, A History.
Alexia was a fantastically fast reader. She could obtain all the knowledge of a large book and still finish reading it in a short amount of time. So by the end of her free period she had already read half of the book.
She left the library carrying the book with her and headed for the common room where she found Harry and Ron.
“Oh you’re back,” Ron said as Alexia entered the portrait hole. “And you brought the book…”
“How many games of wizard’s chess has he beaten you in so far?” Alexia asked Harry.
“Seven,” Harry replied. “And counting.”
“Well this makes eight chap, check mate.” Ron said with a smile of triumph.
“That was one of the best classes I’ve been to in years!” Hermione exclaimed as she entered the common room. “You two really should have considered taking Ancient Runes, it’s an absolutely fascinating class.”
“Yea, yea…Can we go to lunch now?” Ron said. He really was getting rather tired of being surrounded by girls who loved going to class.
Hermione rolled her eyes but to everyone’s surprise said nothing.
“So are you going to tell us?” Ron inquired as they sat down.
“I don’t think now is a good time Ron, besides I’m surprised you’d even think about it not that you have food in front of you.” Alexia replied.
“Oye you’re right!” Ron exclaimed as he immersed himself in the food without another question.
Hermione had been glaring at Alexia ever since she saw her holding Howarts, A History in the common room.
They all stayed relatively silent while eating.
Alexia noticed that Ginny was still giving her and Harry sideways glances from where she sat a few seats down with Dean. She wasn’t extremely surprised that both Hermione and Ginny seemed to dislike her. She never really got along well with other females; at home she always had male friends. She didn’t like most females and most females didn’t like her.
The atmosphere between the group became rather tense in the short period of lunch for small reasons. Hermione still didn’t approve much of Alexia and Alexia was starting to get a little annoyed by it. Ron and Harry of course knew not what to do to help the situation. So the four sat in an awkward silence through D.A.D.A and had it not been for their interest in their new Potions Master, Potions would have been awkward as well.
“So do any of you know anything about this Faerc fellow?” Ron asked on their way to Potions.
The other three answered by shaking their heads.
“Not even you Hermione?” Ron inquired further.
“Never heard of him. Suppose it will be interesting to meet him.” Hermione replied.
“Well let’s hope he’s nothing like Snape.” Ron said with a shudder.
The four entered and found seats, the class was chatting away because Professor Faerc was now where to be found.
All the students were in their seats by the time the session was supposed to begin but there was no Professor in sight the only thing in the room besides the students was a black falcon, perched on the open door to the Professor’s office.
The falcon suddenly took flight. It circled the classroom once, flying quite gracefully, and ended in the front of the room about six feet off the ground. With that it began to change form, all the students watched in awe as the falcon slowly turned into a man, transformed with the perfect amount of space to have his feet I meet the ground.
The students erupted in shouts “Wow that was amazing!” “Have you ever seen such a thing?” and many other things could be heard. Sure the students had seen an animagus transformation at least once before with Professor McGonagall but to turn into a bird seemed so much more amazing. After all it meant he could fly.
He was striking in appearance. A little over 6 feet tall with excellent posture, just his stance alone could demand respect. His hair was sleek black with no hint of grease or imperfections. His eyes were the darkest brown, almost black. His tall robes were black with golden seems. When he spoke his voice was deep and strong filled with dignity.
“Welcome, to your seventh and final year in Potions. I am Professor Aravatu Faerc. I doubt any of you has heard of me before and I do not care to share with you my personal life so that will be the extent of my introduction. I do not turn into my animagus form for show, I just feel it is important for you to know that even an ordinary bird can have secrets greater than anyone else in the room.”
‘Oh no don’t tell me he’s going to go on to some constant vigilance thing…’ Harry thought as memories of Mad-Eye, or at least who he thought was Mad-Eye at the time, freaking out the class with his paranoia.
“I have heard much about your previous Potion Masters.” Faerc continued. “I will not treat any particular group of students better than the rest.” He said referring to Snape’s treatment of the Slytherins and Slughorn’s ‘Slug Club’ “And it will do you well to remember that regardless of your feelings towards past Professors of this class I will expect the best performance you can give from each and every one of you, no excuses.” He finished.
It was hard to place a finger on how they felt about Professor Faerc. He was definitely not as awful as Snape, or as particular as Slughorn. But he didn’t seem nice, no definitely not nice. However, he wasn’t particularly mean either. Although, he wasn’t indifferent. No student knew quite how to feel about him.
Alexia felt rather strange sitting in the classroom listening to Professor Faerc. She didn’t know a single thing about him. Everyone else had been written about, she knew what they looked like and mostly how they acted but this was new even to her.
“Today we will begin with making Veritaserum.” Faerc said. “Can anyone tell me what Veritaserum is?”
And completely non-shockingly Hermione’s hand shot up immediately, but everyone’s surprise another did almost faster than Hermione’s.
Alexia sat with her hand poised in the air. Nearly every eye in the classroom was on her.
Hermione had a knowing look on her face as she sat with her hand in the air but she soon realized that no one was looking at her, instead they were looking at…
“Ms. Mallev, am I correct?” Professor Faerc asked.
“Yes.” Alexia replied shortly.
“Please, tell us what is Veritaserum?”
“Veritaserum is a clear liquid that takes a full month to mature. It is an extremely powerful potion, which makes the drinker tell the absolute truth. The ministry, of course, attempts to control its use strictly.” Alexia stated simply. She had read all her books so much she nearly memorized every piece of information in them.
“Very good. Ten points to Gryffindor.” Faerc replied. “So, now that we all know what Veritaserum is we are going to make it.” Faerc flicked his wand towards the blackboard behind him and the ingredients and instructions appeared. “You have the class period to begin the first half of the making of Veritaserum as you won’t be able to finish, we will continue next class period. As Ms. Mallev stated it takes a month to mature so after we have made it we will wait a month and then I will test your potion on you. You may begin.”
On thing was to be noted about Professor Faerc. Although he could easily be seen as intimidating no one was really afraid of him. He spent the entire class period going around to the students and helping them with their potions rather than ridiculing them for their mistakes and he seemed very fair to all the students. He didn’t treat the Slytherins specially even though he was their new Head of House and he wasn’t particularly rude to the students from other houses.
When Potions was over the four headed for Transfiguration.
It was quite fun and interesting having Professor Tonks teach Transfiguration; she kept changing her appearance throughout the class period.
When Transfiguration was over Hermione headed for Arithmancy, Harry and Ron went to the common room, and Alexia headed for the library once more.
There weren’t that many people in the library, but Alexia made her way to a far corner to ensure she wouldn’t be bothered.
Alexia sat there reading Magical Water Plants of the Mediterranean, because it was the book that had saved Harry’s arse in the second task of the Triwizard Tournament, when she got the eerie feeling someone was watching her.
She attempted to ignore the feeling several times, telling herself it was just her imagination and that she was being paranoid. But finally she couldn’t take it anymore, she grabbed the many books she had brought to the table with her and left the library.
On her way back to the dormitory she felt as if she was being followed so she was very happy when she got to the portrait of the Fat Lady.
“Cornish Pixie,” Alexia said to the portrait.
“Sorry dear, but the password has been changed.” The Fat Lady replied.
“Changed?! Since this morning?!” Alexia huffed at her bad luck. ‘How long am I going to have to sit out here now?’ just as she finished her thought the portrait swung open and Alexia found Harry standing on the other side.
“Oh Harry thank goodness I just found out the password changed.” She said as she entered.
“I was just going to find you to tell you about it, didn’t want you getting stuck outside.” Harry replied. “The new password is-” and the portrait of the Fat Lady swung shut.
“Banana Fritters.” Harry finished as they sat down.
“So when are you two going to tell me about whatever happened in Hogsmede?” Ron asked.
“Well not right now seeing as Hermione would be furious if we told you and not her.” Harry replied.
Ron grunted in return but didn’t press the matter.
The three sat and did the small amount of homework they had gotten on their first day as they waited for dinner.
Just minutes before dinner they traveled to meet Hermione outside of her Arithmancy class.
They had just finished eating dinner when Professor Tonks came over and asked Harry and Alexia if they were ready to leave.
Harry and Alexia went with Professor Tonks, leaving Hermione and Ron to wait even longer before finding out the news.
“They’ve been gone forever!” Ron complained as he and Hermione waited in the common room.
“It’s only been an hour Ronald.” Hermione replied from behind a book on Ancient Runes.
“It’s only been an hour Ronald” Ron mocked quietly.
“I heard that.” Hermione replied without looking up from her book.
Ron crossed his arms and slouched down in his chair.
Just then, to Ron’s glee, Harry and Alexia came through the portrait hole.
Alexia put her new clothes in her dormitory and returned with the piece of parchment, given to her by Mr. Ollivander, in hand.
“So what is it? What have you got to tell us?” Ron asked anxiously.
Harry and Alexia looked at each other before Alexia spoke.
“Well we went to Ollivanders, to get me a wand, and well…I don’t know how to explain it but here.” She handed Ron and Hermione the parchment.
After the two read the lines Ron looked up and asked “So what exactly does all that mean?”
“Well I understand most of it I think but…” Harry began.
Hermione and Alexia simultaneously shook their heads before saying “How can you not understand it?”
It was bad enough for Ron to deal with Hermione but having Alexia as well was just too much. “Well then if you two are so smart explain it, go on.”
“Well - ” Alexia began as she looked over at the parchment, “A broken past that is terribly great. Facing difficult decisions and an eternal fate.” She recited.
“I’m not positive on but I’m pretty sure that means something like, the broken past, that’s me… well my life. And I think it’s ‘terribly great’ because… the fact that I got here is a really grand thing, it’s a huge deal that I some how ended up in your world but it’s terrible for me because my eternal fate is to be here forever… The difficult decisions I’m not really sure about, maybe I will get a chance to go home or maybe I just have tough decisions here, I’m not sure but it doesn’t seem likely that I’ll go home… I don’t think I’ll ever see my own family again.”
Alexia stopped talking as the realization hit once more, she couldn’t fully grasp the concept that she was never going home so every time she thought about it, it hit her all over again.
Hermione decided to continue the explanation. “She will possess the magic that saved him before. And aid him in facing the Dark Lord once more. But should the wand not go to the one it deserves. Her magic will stay locked up in reserve.” She muttered the lines to herself.
“Harry you said that Dumbledore told you the thing that saved you from being killed in the first place was love. So Alexia has that magic to aid you in your last fight against the Dark Lord. But if she hadn’t gotten the wand she wouldn’t have been able to find her magic.”
“The magic will grow at an unsteady pace. But will become a thing of beauty and grace.” Hermione recited these lines, figuring they were self-explanatory. But after a pause she spoke again.
“That could mean she will get her powers unsteadily or, referring to the magic that saved you before, the love will grow unsteadily but will be beautiful.”
Harry blushed at these words and suddenly became very interested in his shoes, for which Alexia was glad as she could feel the heat rising in her own face.
After regaining her composure Alexia took over the explanation once more. “The tears of the Pheonix to ease inevitable pain. But for what she had lost much will be gained.” Her eyebrows ruffled as she read these lines, trying to figure them out.
“I’m not sure about that part. Inevitably I’ll be in pain over my loss and the Pheonix tears part could refer to the tear that fused my wand but that’s only one tear not multiple so I’m not sure about that.”
“The fate of this tale I can only venture a guess. For what I know can only suggest. This tale is neither false nor fake, it is not a lie.” She read the lines a loud, but figured they needed no explanation.
“Without her to aid him he will surely die.” Hermione read when Alexia had stopped.
These words hung heavily over the four. Everyone was silent until Harry spoke.
“For him she will put her life on the line.” He read. “What does the last line mean?” He directed his question towards Alexia and Hermione.
“And they will rewrite Her story one moment at a time.” Hermione read, but had no explanation.
“Well it could mean a few things…” Alexia began. “Because I don’t know who ‘Her’ is. See at first I thought it was me and I think that would make sense because now that my life is changed forever it’s like rewriting my life. But my life isn’t exactly a story, yours is. Now I know you’re male but see your life is a story in my world written by a woman. So it could mean that we are rewriting J.K. Rowling’s story… But I’m not entirely sure.”
For nearly an hour the four sat in complete silence. Each thinking about the words on the parchment. Finally Alexia stood up, quietly said goodnight, and retreated to her dormitory.
She lay in her bed staring up at nothing for quite some time. So many thoughts were rushing through her head. She pulled the piece of parchment, which she had taken when she left the common room, out of her pocket and re-read it yet again.
Finally she placed the parchment under her pillow and drifted to sleep.