What followed in that arena was the angriest I had ever seen the headmaster of Hogwarts, not directed at me but at the Dementors, they’d attacked Harry and it had been Professor McGonagall who had spotted me saving him as he fell. She had assured me that it was unnecessary for me to have stepped in but was very brave.
“Are you alright Imogene,” the Transfiguration Professor asked me; off to the side of the stadium, we were under cover yet could still hear Dumbledore furiously reprimanding the Dementors.
“I'm fine,” my voice was weak and I sounded like I was trying to imitate the Shrieking Shack, her eyebrows rose and I regretted speaking almost immediately.
“You shouldn’t be outside; you should be in the Hospital Wing.”
“Professor I'm not going to the Hospital Wing, I don't need anything, I just have a bit of a cold.” She looked furious and I stepped back as she took a large stride and spoke very quietly to me.
“The full moon is in just over a week, the last thing you need is a cold, am I right?” She barely moved her lips, her nostrils flared dangerously and I blinked twice before she stepped away. “Come with me, I'm sure Harry will want company-”
“-Yeah not from me,” I informed her hoarsely, my voice was beginning to come back to me and with a flourish of my wand I dried myself off.
“Why wouldn't he, I thought that you were friends?” I looked her in the eyes.
“I said some things to Hermione and now the three of them aren’t talking to me.” My face and voice were blank, “it’s okay though, I'm used to being alone.” Taking another step away from her and watching the tiny, shifting expressions on her face, I waited for her to tell me to do something else, she didn’t though, in fact she seemed perturbed by my complete lack of emotion.
“I guess I’ll see you in class then.” She turned with a frown on her face and walked away, Professor Snape was watching me covertly from the other side of the stands and I looked away quickly from the smouldering glare he gave me.
“Imogene, there you are.” Professor Dumbledore was looking tense and had a look of the utmost anger about him but these were both fading. “Come with me?” I wasn’t sure if he was asking or if it was a command but I nodded anyway and followed him.
He took me, not to his office but to Madame Pomfrey’s, where I was given a draught to help with my cold and sat down opposite Professor Dumbledore.
“I think it’s time you knew some things.” He looked serious.
“Such as?”
“Professor McGonagall and I have considered it and we both agree that it would be best if the Ministry didn’t find out that you were an animagus, purely because you’re a werewolf and your relation to Voldemort.” He informed me and I had to agree, it did seem best. “And I spoke to Professor Snape and your detention with Professor McGonagall for being out of bed after hours will serve as your punishment for… walking, out of his class.” He smiled warmly, I briefly and feebly returned it and shifted uncomfortably, there was a wind blowing in through a crack in the window and it was freezing against my hairless skin, the cold reached my lips and I shivered. My scales had just started effecting me, and thinking about it they were probably making me mildly cold-blooded, I squirmed and flexed my shoulders uncomfortably, all the while, Dumbledore watching me.
“Everything alright?” he asked and I smiled if not a little wryly.
“Just a little cold.” I moved closer to the lamps hanging on the wall and the candles on the desk and let them heat me a little.
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An Heir
FanfictionBook One of the Heritage Series Imogene is thirteen, and for the past six years her life has been the most comfortable it has ever been, she doesnt live in a house as such, but rather in the remains of one, surrounded by the closest things she has t...
