whispers (h.g x fem oc) book 2

Chapter #1

The warm glow of the summer sun filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle radiance into the Jackson household. Alexia, now fourteen and on the verge of a new chapter at Hogwarts, moved through her home's familiar spaces with determination.

Her black hair, now fashioned into a shorter, more practical cut, framed a face that bore the weight of unspoken thoughts. The whispers of the Ancient Magic lingered within her, a constant companion.

The presence of change in the Jackson household was undeniable. Isadora, her mother, radiant with the glow of impending motherhood, moved gracefully through the rooms. Adrian Hawthorn, whose recent arrival had altered the familiar dynamic, engaged in conversation with Isadora in the sitting room.

The atmosphere, however, was tinged with a subtle tension whenever Alexia and Adrian found themselves nearby. The young Gryffindor could not shake the feeling of distrust that clung to her interactions with the new addition to the family.

As Alexia entered the sitting room, the whispers of the Ancient Magic seemed to hum in harmony with the quiet conversations."Good morning, sweetheart," Isadora greeted with a smile, her hand gently resting on her slightly protruding belly.

"Morning," Alexia replied, hugging her mother and gently touching her belly, her eyes briefly meeting Adrian's before shifting away.

The summer days unfolded in the quiet village of Avalon's End, and a routine emerged in the Jackson household. The quaint charm of the village, nestled between rolling hills and ancient woods, became the backdrop to Alexia's quest for Quidditch mastery and magical knowledge.

Alexia slipped out of her home in the early hours of dawn, with the village still draped in the gentle embrace of sleep. The cobbled streets of Avalon's End whispered tales of centuries past as she made her way to a secluded Quidditch pitch nestled at the edge of the village. The morning air carried the fragrance of dew-kissed grass as she soared through the sky, the rhythmic thud of the Quaffle against her hands resonating in harmony with the whispers of nature.

Alexia's room became a sanctuary of determination and dreams. The walls, adorned with posters and pictures showing the village's magical history, pictures of her friends and mother, and the single picture of her father, Regulus Black, smiling with his broom in hand, bore witness to her transformation. Dumbbells and exercise equipment stood as silent sentinels to her commitment to become a formidable Quidditch player.

Between the physical efforts, Alexia immersed herself in a book Hermione had recommended. The worn wooden table in her room became a haven for the study of ancient spells, and the magic within the village seemed to seep through the pages. The whispers of the past merged with the contemporary ink, creating a symphony of knowledge.

Amidst the solitary pursuits, one constant remained—the connection with her uncle, Sirius Black. The letters exchanged held the magic of family bonds and the shared legacy of the wizarding world. As the ink on parchment danced with the secrets of the magical world, the spirit of Avalon's End seemed to infuse the letters with an enchanting quality.

The air in her room was thick with anticipation and introspection as Alexia traced the words of Sirius's latest letter.

"...remember, the power you seek lies not only in spells and incantations but in the depths of your own spirit. Embrace the magic within you, Alexia, for it is a force that transcends time and space."

The counsel resonated amidst the ancient whispers of the village, adding a layer of mystique to the summer days.

Yet, in the pursuit of magical knowledge and Quidditch excellence, one memory lingered—a fragment of time that held a power beyond measure. The night in the forbidden forest, beneath the moonlight, where Hermione's lips had touched her own. The image replayed in Alexia's mind like a cherished scene from a forgotten dream.