Through Her Eyes

Chapter 69

It felt much like she was sucked into a tunnel that went on and on, with no light and only doors on each side, safely locked. She couldn't move at all but something seemed to push her towards a black column through which she could see faint rays of light.

A sudden wave of energy went through her body and she felt her hands tremble while she started to feel nauseous. It reminded her of the time she Apparated with Spinnard, a moment she dreaded even if she knew it was going to come in hand later.

Once she entered through the light, everything became dark and the weather was freezing cold. She opened her eyes and saw Dumbledore talking to a petite woman with long brown hair and teary eyes. She had to walk closer in order to hear them because they were trying to be as quiet and secretive as possible. It was quite clear that the woman was a Veela; although she looked quite the opposite of her son, she was beautiful beyond words.

"Please, you have to take him with you," the woman pleaded, her voice giving away the fear and pity she felt. "Albus, he doesn't know and I've been trying so hard to hide and come up with logical explanations but he's going to be 10 soon. Just, take him one year earlier."

Dumbledore sighed but his face was impossible to read. He seemed to be deep in thought but the answer that followed was a surprise.

"I'm sorry but you will have to endure it one more year. I will help you in any way I can if you want to send him away. But I don't know if Hogwarts will welcome him, Emily. He's dangerous." Dumbledore replied, looking at the woman with cold blue eyes. "A wizard cannot repress his powers consciously for as long as your son has. If he suddenly uses them under no surveillance, he can easily lose control."

It was the first time Ophelia had seen that kind of distant look on the headmaster. He was younger, that was for sure, and he was not in a posture of power at school but he had a heart and this woman was obviously afraid that something bad will happen to her child.

"You don't understand, Albus. His father will kill both of us if he discovers the truth. I played stupid for so long, I cannot have my son be denied who he really is. I can see him struggling every day while his father's telling stories of his grand-parents and how they sacrificed witches to cleanse their village."

"That is the problem, Emily. You, a Veela, should have not married a muggle with such principles. You made him an obscurial."

"I know. I know. I should have left but I love him, Albus. I love Richard and I love Idris and-"

"You have to choose or else one of them will die." Dumbledore said looking at Emily with pity mixed with some type of judgmental stare. He knew what was more important to her and from the looks of it her wizard son was second place.

Ophelia stared at Emily with the same cold gaze as Dumbledore and couldn't believe a mother was ready to sacrifice her son just to be with a mere muggle. Anger filled her heart and she couldn't help but wonder how Idris came in the possession of this particular memory.

Her answer came with the next pull into the same nauseous state while she felt her eyes roll in the back of her mind. It all stopped when she arrived at Hogwarts. She was in the Transfiguration classroom which looked exactly the same as it did in her time. She saw many students from Hufflepuff talk about what Dumbledore was going to show them. It was maybe the beginning of the year because the students were way too excited. Ophelia walked to Idris, the boy that was like a bright white spot in a crowd of yellows. She couldn't help but stare at the teenage boy in awe. She had to rub her eyes twice and look at him from different angles in search of a bad feature but there was none. He was beautiful with medium length white hair that was a lot messier than she expected and his clothes were in the same worn out state as Potter's because of all the extracurricular activities, some worse than others. But his face was bright, kind, he was smiling quite a bit and he looked happy.