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The Sting of a Double Edged Blade (A Harry Potter RP)

I am taken by surprise as Bridget pushes my wand back into my hand, closing hers around mine. As she holds my hand, it's like a wave of calm rushes over me. I know it's no charm, at least not a spell, because I'm pretty good and identifying when someone is trying to use magic to influence me. A couple years ago when the Veela came? Yeah, their wily charms had no effect on me. But this...this was something I'd never quite felt. It is like, in that single moment, as she holds my hand, there is someone that cares, that understands. And that feeling terrifies me.

I listen as Bridget tells me of her parents, her father who sounds almost as bad as You Know Who, what happened with her mother...suddenly, it was as if my own pain wasn't as bad. No...not that. More like, here was someone who knew. Who could look me in the face, and tell me she knows what it's like to lose people you love, to be flat miserable, and mean it. I see her struggle to hold her own tears back; I understand the sentiment.

She drops my hand, and I turn to look at her. "You're wrong. You can use the talents you were born with to find out what happened, and do something about it. If you give up, if WE give up, then who else will make them pay?" I look down at my wand. Cypress, rigid and strong, Doxywing and Dragon Heartstring core. I didn't choose this wand. Hell, I didn't choose to be a wizard. Magic chose me. Make them pay...make those that hurt us...pay. I slip my wand into my sleeve, and nod confidently.

"No...we won't give up. We will stop these kinds of things from happening, ever again!" I stare directly into her eyes now, a firm look etched into my face. "People like these Death Eaters. Like You Know..no. Screw that, monsters like VOLDEMORT, who just want to bring pain and heartache to people. We should be rid of them. One day, I will stand against those like the Dark Lord. One day we will. Because things like what happened to us? We should try to end them."

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The Sting of a Double Edged Blade (A Harry Potter RP)

"Huh, This reminds me of something I read once, but I can't place it." Yeah," I answer in response to Bridget, "There's little things here and there. Whispers of the room of 'coming and going' or a room that only appears at great need, or a hidden place." I follow as she opens the door; and am taken completely by surprise. The room is spacious, with thick fluffy carpeting. There are several wall scones complete with candles. In each corner of the room, I can see small end-tables topped with a single Candelabra per table. And there is just one piece of furniture, a big, fluffy love-seat. I hear Bridget sigh as she pushes past me. I stare, gaping in surprise. I...I certainly had not expected this. I hadn't tried to make that happen...it just...it just did. Huh...Interesting, I think to myself. The room must be attune to more than just conscious thoughts. It must be able to sense those lingering in the back of your mind, ones that you might not even be aware of. Arching an eyebrow, I walk into the room, letting the door swing shut behind us.

"So, uh...what did you want to wait to tell me?" I hear Bridget ask as she sits down, chest at her feet. I walk over, sitting down beside her. Though large, the chair is small enough that our hips are brushing together. I flush again, unsure of whether or not I am entirely okay with what the room decided to conjure. If she'd heard of the place, and knows how it works, she might think I did this on purpose. Oh well, better to NOT draw attention to it. Besides...the question she asked...I did say I'd answer, when we got here.

I take in a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "Well," I begin, gazing into her eyes for a few moments. "It's a bit of a long story. It...it was my second year. I'm a mudblood, you see? Muggle-born. My mother was a witch. My father...well, he was an amazing person, but he was about the muggliest muggle I've ever met in my life. He didn't know anything about magic, never bothered trying to understand it. He didn't hate magic, though. He just...had the mentality of, 'if I can't use it, why bother trying to understand it?'

I pause, gazing at my hands. Biting my lip, I continue on. "I have--had two sisters. Kira and Elsaria. And an older brother, Eldarin. He would have graduated Hogwarts if...My sisters would be in this year with me. The three of us were the same age. Just before the start of the second year..." I choke up. I clench my robes in my fists, feeling a deep rage, and a deep regret. I failed them. I failed to protect my family. My hands begin to shake.

"There was a fire one night. Now, we're in a muggle neighborhood, mind you. My mother thought it would be good for me to experience life as muggles do, that way I would better appreciate not only magic, but the hardships the non-magical community has to deal with every day. Anyway, there was a fire. I don't know why nobody woke up before it got so bad...the flames. They were so hot...too hot. I'd never felt anything like it in my life...When I woke up, it was just raging. I ran outside of my bedroom, to hear my father yelling for me. Everyone was in the living room. I jumped down the banister of the stairs, using featherfall so I didn't break my ankle. There they were, my family, in the center of the room, surrounded on all sides by flames. Soon as I leapt off the banister, it, too, caught fire. We tried, you know. I tried, but I...I couldn't..." I can feel the tears glistening in my eyes, but I clench my teeth, trying desperately not to cry, not to let them fall. Not now, not like this, not in front of her..

"Aguemente. Freezing charms. Hell, my mother even tried to make it rain. My dad had the fire extinguisher...Eldarin was literally spraying out water, my mother shooting jets of ice from her wand. I tried Aguemente myself, but nothing...nothing worked. My mother told me to go. I refused. Elsa...she was the first to go. As the circle of flames got closer and closer...it was almost as if they reached out to her. At once, her body erupted into flames. Her screams...I'll never forget them. The same thing happened to Eldarin, then Kira, my dad...my mother was the last. Her last words...'get out of here, Alex. Go! Just go--I love you!' I cast the protego spell around myself, following it up with a cone of Aguemente, and I ran for the window, leaping through. My family...all of them...dead."

By now the tears are falling down my cheeks. I failed to NOT cry in front of her. In front of Bridget. Just like I failed to save my family. I swallow hard, my knuckles white from clenching my robes so hard. "The next day," I go on, "the house was a pile of ash. The flames were so hot, the police said, that...that the bodies were incinerated. No bones. Nothing but ash. To this day I don't understand why our magic couldn't fight the flames. I suspect magic. And that's why that book interests me. FiendFyre. I've heard the term before, but I don't know what it is. I just know that somehow my family died, and they shouldn't have. I...I failed them. They are dead, and it's my fault because I wasn't strong enough! Wasn't wizard enough, I let them down!!! I can't take it. Tears streaming down my face, I leap to my feet, yanking my wand from my robes and hurling it across the room. It hits the wall, bounces, hits the floor. "What kind of wizard can't protect their own family?!" I yell, slowly succumbing to all he grief and hidden (and some not so hidden) feelings and thoughts I've had since whatever had happened...happened. "They are dead because of me." I state flatly, arms folded across my chest. "I don't deserve that damn wand!" I stare at my wand as it lies on the floor, a grief beyond measure filling my heart. Chest heaving as I sob, all I can see are their faces. My dad...my mother. Eldarin, best older brother someone could ask for. Kira, whom I loved and often pretend dueled with...and Elsaria. Elsa. Elsie. My favorite sister. We did everything together. Gone. Just like that. I continue staring, but all I can see are the all consuming flames that took everything from me.

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The Sting of a Double Edged Blade (A Harry Potter RP)

I flush slightly as Bridget says "I see. "We can go somewhere else if you'd like to, you can pick. I'm sure you know some remote places too, since we both seem the type to hide out alone. I don't want any Professors getting a hold of this, for obvious reasons" I gaze at her for a few moments, before turning away, hoping she doesn't notice the slight red tint to my normally pale cheeks. This is where being naturally pale skinned really sucks. When you blush, it's damn near impossible to hide it. I then think for a moment. It would have to be a place that nobody would interrupt. ESPECIALLY teachers. Or a Slytherin. They would jump at a chance to get a couple of Ravenclaws expelled, or worse, thrown straight into Azkaban. Any common room is definitely out of the question.

"If you'll just put that away, and attach the glass to the inside of the lid in the chest, we can go." Briget's words shatter my thoughts. I nod, placing the book and magnifying glass back into the chest--making sure to put them exactly where they belong. I rest my hand over my chin, folding my other arm across my chest in thought. There was a place...It was 3rd year. I was attempting to sneak into the restricted section of the library late at night. Of course, there were charms I hadn't realized that were protecting that section. Very LOUD charms, which sent Mr. Filch running. Him and that psychotic cat of his, Mrs. Norris immediately came after me. I was NOT about to be interrogated by anyone, regarding just what I was looking for or why. So I ran.

Mr. Filch, persistent little bastard, somehow managed to stay with me, all the way up to the 7th floor. I thought I was done for. I was in a corridor, I could hear footsteps on either side...so I began pacing, trying to think of an excuse for why I was in the restricted section. I remember vaguely panicking, only being able to think I need a place to hide, I need a place to hide, oh SHIT I need a place to hide!!! Much to my surprise, the wall that I'd been pacing by, suddenly grew a friggin' DOOR. I blinked, not sure if I should go in or not. I could hear Filch's footsteps getting closer, and at the other end of the hall I was almost sure I heard Snape glowering at Filch. I leapt into the door, and saw a small room. It was mostly barren, and dark, but was a good hiding place.

I didn't find out until later that this was a special room, appearing only for those who are in great need. It took me awhile, but I eventually figured out how to make the room appear again. I'm now able to make it appear at will, but it has been over a year since I've actually used it. I find myself wondering if Bridget has ever found the room of "coming and going" as I've heard it called. Suddenly, I find myself hoping she hadn't. I could almost see the smile and approval on her face, that I'd found such a room--and figured out how to work it.

I turn even more red, because I obviously care so much what she thinks of me. I turn and catch her gaze when I shut the lid of the chest, and offer a small smile. "I know the perfect place, Bridget," I say, with a wink. "I sort of found a...special room. Only we will be able to get inside it. Well, once we're in it. I'll explain when we get there, but it's on the 7th floor. It's really impressive, by the way, that you enchanted that yourself," I say pointing to the chest. "You definitely belong in Ravenclaw."

I drop my head a little at her asking me why I'm interested in that particular book, simply because I can't say for sure myself. Something I'd read somewhere else, a term...Endearing Fyre was mentioned in some book I read about dark magic, but I can't quite recall where. But something about it...I shake my head softly. "To be honest, I'm not really sure, but...I think this may hold some explanations for..." My voice catches in my throat, because I can't bring myself to say it. To say I suspect this book may tell me just why I couldn't save my family. My sisters. My brother. My parents.

"I'll...I'll explain everything when we get to the room..." I say, my voice low, dark. I blink a few times, shake my head, then gaze back at Bridget. "Come on, let's go! Want me to carry that chest for you? It's going to be a bit of a commute..." I smile lightly as I speak, not in a mean or condescending way, but as someone who legitimately wants to help.

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