It was freezing cold, Sydie stood in a small clearing, the bitter wind howling around her. Squinting her eyes, desperately trying to keep the wind out, she walked toward the tiny path that led out of the grove of trees.
She gasped as the wind blew harder and colder. There were two dark figures at the top most point of the hill in front of her. Shivering she tried to ignore the eerie feeling that surrounded her. The wind was unbearably cold; Sydie did the only thing she could think of to get out of it — she lay flat on the ground. The ground was pleasantly warm compared to the harsh winter air.
Sydie screamed when three figures appeared out of nowhere right beside her. After realizing that her voice had been mute Sydie snapped her mouth shut. She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized who the three were.
“You guys, how did we-” Sydie started, but frowned as she heard nothing but the rushing air around her.
The three continued walking; Sydie jumped up and ran to catch up with her friends. The wind screamed. Sydie fell to the ground from the impact of the wild updraft while the others struggled to stay standing. Sydie felt a hand grasp her own and pull her back to her feet. Huddled together, the four pushed desperately against the wind towards the hill in the distance.
Sydie smiled as they reached the foot of the hill. The hill looked to be a treacherous climb, but they had made it this far and they still had each other. Sydie’s smile faded instantly when she heard a voice cut thin through the air, almost as if it had sliced through fire. It was a strange, uncanny, terrifying, daunting and yet a reassuring voice.
“They will know in time,” it echoed.
Another voice, comparatively as strange but much more reassuring and calm added, “If only I could have warned them!”
Sydie took a huge intake of air and pressed on through the wind again, only this time she couldn’t feel the presence of Irene, Lana, and Kaylee beside her. Glancing back, Sydie realized that they were gone and she had to go on alone.
Struggling, she concentrated completely on her feet and the task of getting up the monumental hill. The wind blew at her harder than it had before in desperate attempts to take her off the hillside.
The wind seemed to be laughing at her in an endeavor to deride her. Glaring at her invisible enemy she continued the climb. She had one last step of steep rock to climb. Sydie smiled and stepped forward, but she wasn’t expecting the rock to be slippery dangerously wet. She lost her footing and seemed to be freefalling through the chilled air. She threw her hand out, hoping that it would connect with something. Her hand caressed a rock and she gripped it. Her body collided against the rocky edge. Every small movement she made caused the rocks under her to give way to the hill and aggressively pull her down with them. As she reached deliriously for solid ground she felt a warm, old, wrinkled hand clasp onto her own.
Sitting at the top of the hill breathing heavily, Sydie noticed the two people above her. The one who had helped her up had midnight blue robes on and had the most stunning blue eyes that sparkled through his half moon spectacles. His long silver beard seemed to cascade from his wrinkled face to his waist. The other, was dressed plainly and frowned at her disapprovingly through his hooded cloak.
It seemed far too quiet. Sydie turned and looked over and beyond the hill. The wind had stopped. It didn’t slow or die down; it had stopped abruptly as she reached the top of the hill. Turning back, Sydie gasped, where the two people had been, stood two completely different people in their places.
“Who are you?” Sydie asked, terrified.
She knew that they could not hear her but was shocked when the oldest and wisest looking of the two answered. “You know who I am, young one.”
Sydie looked closer. He was wearing deep-red coloured robes and had a sheathed sword at his side. His amber eyes shined with bravery and knowledge far deeper than anyone could come to understand.
“Yes, I do,” Sydie said quietly. “You’re Godric Gryffindor.”
“You’ve been expecting this,” he said.
“In a way,” she answered. She turned her attention towards the other. She had no clue who he could be.
“There are many things that you expect,” the other said.
“It isn’t coincidence that the things think come true,” Godric added, smiling.
“What…What do you mean? Am I a seer, or something?” Sydie asked, dreading the thought.
“No,” the younger unnamed laughed out.
“I’m sorry, I know this is Gryffindor, but who are you?” Sydie asked apprehensively, though she had a strange feeling that she had known the ominous figure that dawned upon her.
“You may have heard of me, Of course with ‘your’ father,” he sneered.
“Sirius, you are wandering from the question,” Godric said, a smile threatening to show.
“I’m your cousin, Sirius Black. Of course I’m only a third cousin, but_”
“Yes, Sirius …you’re wandering again,” Godric pointed out. “From what Salazar has told me, your friend Irene has told you all she knows.”
“Which isn’t very much!” Sydie said, smiling. Sirius barked out in laughter while Godric smiled warmly.
“We haven’t got much time. First off, your power is rare and all of us who have it have something in common-”
“Don’t trust your family!” Sirius spat out.
Godric rolled his eyes and turned on Sirius while Sydie desperately tried to hold in a giggle. “Patience! Mr. Black, is a virtue! Now where was I?”
“Something in common?” Sydie asked, grinning.
“Yes, oh…what he said,” Godric sighed pointing at her cousin. “Though, you may love your family, they may not want what is best for you. Which I can see you already knew,” he added as he watched her nod sadly.
“Yeah,” she mumbled. “I figure that there is no more you can tell me?” she added.
“Sadly, yes. The book will help you when needed.”
“Alright then, I’m guessing this is sort of like a dream and I just need to wait until I wake up.”
“Wicked dream, isn’t it?” Sirius asked beaming at her. “Why isn’t she waking up?” he asked Godric.
“She has a question,” he answered.
“Yeah,” Sydie smiled, “What’s this power called.”
“‘Tis unnamed. Many call us seers — which we are not —” he added quickly to stop Sirius’ protesting. “You may name it what you wish.”
“Just don’t call it ‘expecting’. Every time I mentioned it that way to James and Remus they would ask me ever-so-seriously when I was due.”
Sydie laughed and nodded her head while Godric looked at the two confused.
The sun was starting to rise and Sydie knew she wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. She crawled out of bed and went down the stairs to get some breakfast before Wendolin got up. As she passed the Parlor, Sydie heard loud whispering. Sitting close to the door, she could hear exactly what they were saying. She could also see through the crack that her mother, father, and brother were in there along with Mrs. Attips and a man she didn’t recognize.
“One of his disciples hosted the meeting,” the man she didn’t know said. She soon realized that it must be Wendolin’s father. “There will be a meeting for all Neophytes tomorrow evening.”
“But tomorrow is Christmas Eve,” Pansy protested. “Surely he must reschedule.”
“Whatever is most important to you,” the man sneered.
“Where will it be?” Draco asked calmly.
Mr. Attips’ face lit up and he grinned at Sydie’s father. “He was asking for permission to stay with the noblest of followers.
“And?” Draco asked.
“Your name came up,” Mr. Attips calmly replied.