The Girl who Survived (Fred Weasley)

CH 35. The Black Lake

~Elodie's POV~

"I had the nightmare again," I told Minerva as she swished her wand and poured tea for Dumbledore and in his office. At first, I had walked in at the end of her Transfiguration class to go wait in her office, but she told me she had plans with Dumbledore. She invited me to join, something that we'd always done, but today they both just wanted to hear what I had to say. "That's the third time since the Yule ball," I said as I moved my necklace through my fingers.

"And you're sure it's the exact same dream?" Minerva asked me as she lifted her cup to her lips.

Without letting go of my necklace, I flicked my small finger up, summoning for the milk and sugar to come my way, "Mm, it's a bit different each time, but it's like I'm getting a more complete picture. Other than that, the basis of it is staying the same. Do you think it's a vision? I've never had one in my sleep before."

"Divination is a tricky magic, too unreliable to be sure. But nonetheless I will speak with Sybill," Minerva informed me as she watched all of my movements. They were both used to it. Quite frankly, the comfort of both of their offices were the only places I felt I didn't have to downplay my magic. They didn't see me as just another student learning the basics and improvising from there, nor did they see me as a freak with too much power to control. They saw me in a third category, one that I hadn't yet created a label for.

"I'll say," I said under my breath as I sipped on my tea. "What's the point of being psychic if it just makes me blind or deaf until I figure it out? It just seemed so gloomy, what if it's my dark magic trying to tell me something?" I asked.

"Curious, why would you think it's the dark magic speaking to you?" Dumbledore asked me.

"My 'Light magic' for lack of a better term, it's never given me visions before, nor has anything peculiar come of it. Once I lifted the veil, that was when everything started happening. The visions, the power surges, the shifting. Then the voices came after the World Cup, what else would it be?" I asked.

"I don't have an answer for what it could be, but perhaps I could shed some light on what you must be thinking," He told me as he gestured his smoking pipe towards him to fill. "The world is full of Light magic and Dark magic. Some of us, more capable of one over the other. But the beauty of being a person of choice and capable of both, you have the power to choose. We are all given the opportunity to define ourselves," He told me.

"It's not that easy sir," I told him, he'd never been a teenage girl, how would he know the hell it truly was.

"No, if it were, I believe few mistakes would be made in the process. But you are an extremely bright witch, you'll get to where you need to be in no time. As for the dreams, best not to linger, at least not quite yet," He told me.

"I should go," I said before taking one last drink of my tea. "I promised Cedric to help him with his clue," I said and stood to place a kiss on Minerva's head. "Thank you, for the tea."

"Before you go, do you mind?" Dumbeldor said as he lifted his pipe in the air. "Remember, nice and easy," he said. I looked at the pipe and with a slight tilt of my head I lit a flame in the center of hit, and a moment later, smoke emerged. "Impeccable as always dear. Thank you," He said.

He knows more...

He's not telling us...

I looked at his ancient face, taking in the years of wisdom that rested on his face. What wasn't he telling me? I wanted to trust him, but I couldn't even trust myself anymore, how could I trust someone else?

Things had been relatively normal since classes started. No one ever told me why Fred was looking for me after I'd left the ball. I knew I no longer had the right to be curious, but I couldn't help myself. Since then, he's kept a slight distance, always keeping someone seated between us, only talking to me about class work, or avoiding me all together. According to Angelina, shortly after the ball he started hooking up with one, or some of the girls from Beauxbatons. It wasn't confirmed which one due to Fred refusing to give the girls too many details and the fact that he was most likely running through the lot. George wanted to play a neutral part in what he called 'The Fred and Elodie Chronicles' to which I couldn't blame him. Perhaps it was better this way, the distance, that way my sole focus would be Cedric. I told the girls they didn't have to play double agents, but they refused to drop it, except for when Cedric was around. Which was less often than before. But that was the new normal.