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*HERBOLOGY*

“The Lilies that no one knew”

 

Prologue:

Professor Pomona Sprout was an inventive Herbologist. She always got O’s in Herbology. Her O.W.L. in Herbology was achieved in the written portion when she correctly described the use of Mandrake root in potions for the revival of petrified persons. In record time, she received her N.E.W.T. in the practical portion due to her correctly identifying Devil’s Snare and for immediately removing it with the Lumos Solem spell.

The students at Hogwarts do not know about her past. Sure, they know she is a good Herbologist, must have been sorted into Hufflepuff when she was in school, and she is truly a talented Professor because she is not just a Hufflepuff, but she is their Head of House. What the students at Hogwarts do not think about, as students often do not, is what happened in her life before she was a teacher. Worse off, they do not even think that one of their professors ever could have a life outside of teaching at Hogwarts. Pomona’s past is a long complicated story, but this story isn’t about all that. This is specifically about a time when Pomona made something no one ever knew about.

 

Chapter One:

Well not just any plants, three to be specific. First, you should probably know Pomona always dreamed of having children. She wanted to teach them about plants and flowers; how to properly take care of them, their many uses for magical maladies, and to appreciate the beauty of nature. Although she fell in love once, Pomona never married.

The man she loved Vertumnus Brussels, who also loved Herbology, was on his way to meet Pomona for dinner when something horrid happened. Vertumnus came to the cross streets of the restaurant, and he saw Pomona sitting waiting for him on the outdoor veranda. He called to her “Pomona!” She turned around and smiled at the sight of her love. He was carrying a bouquet of the most exotic flowers in the wizarding world, the Western Atypical Lily or W. A. L., and the thing that made these Lilies such a rarity is that the majority of them grew in the mountainous areas of the west where the giants live. Although giants love meat, they are not only carnivores. They are known to often eat the W.A.L. in order to help with their digestion, thus causing a shortage. On top of that the Lily is held in high regard because it constantly changes color and patterns as well. The W. A. L. is most often used to ward off dragons from gardens, and I once read that muggles use a fake person stuffed with straw for the same purpose. Oh, I am getting off topic. Pomona saw Vertumnus coming.

What happened next was something that no one expected, the building across from the restaurant exploded. Apparently the owner of the sweet shop across the street had stood up to the Death Eaters who came recruiting there, and well they reacted rather harshly. The sweet shop owner, Mr. Graham Cane, was brave not only because he stood up to them, but because he took them down with him when they attacked. When the shop exploded Vertumnus got caught in it and was taken straight to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. What Pomona never knew was that day was the day Vertumnus was going to ask Pomona to be his bride.

Pomona was with Vertumnus at the hospital when he woke up. Before she apparated to St. Mungo’s she looked down and saw the three W.A.L. buds laying there in the street. She lovingly picked them up, put them in her bag, and apparated. When she arrived at the hospital, she found out that Vertumnus was on the fourth floor. The fourth floor is for victims of Spell Damage. When Pomona finally found his room the door was locked, which is never a good sign as, unlike muggle hospitals, St. Mungo’s has an open door policy. “Alohomora,” Pomona spoke. Opening the door she was shocked to find nothing. “Nothing!” she thought. “What could this mean?” she spoke aloud. As she turned around she found Vertumnus huddled in a corner. “Vertumnus, are you okay?” Pomona whispered. “Asha dela orka uba telavoo,” Vertumnus mumbled back. “What did you say?” spoke Pomona. “ASHA DELA ORKA UBA TELAVOO!” he shouted. Vertumnus got up and continued to shout this mumbo jumbo that made no sense at all. Then he crept toward Pomona, she backed away in fear. Pomona was about to grab her wand to defensively knock him unconscious, when all of the sudden he convulsed violently. Unlike normal convulsions that would throw one to the floor, he began to levitate in mid-air. He was still screaming “ASHA DELA ORKA UBA TELAVOO!” He began to spin wildly, and glow bright orange when he collapsed. “Healer, I need a healer in here!” Before a healer had time to enter the room, she noticed something in Vertumnus’ hand. It was note. She took the note from his hand. The healer came in checked on Vertumnus and diagnosed that he was too far gone to return. Pomona cried and left the room.

Pomona sat in the waiting area, tears pouring from her eyes. She opened the note she had found. She read

Pomona,

I am writing this now because I fear for my life. They just brought me into St. Mungo’s. Those Death Eaters from the sweet shop were brought in here the same time as me. If they attack me, they probably won’t stop until I am gone or driven to insanity. Their names are . . . there’s no time remember I love you! They are here!

The tears in her eyes evaporated into rage. She ran to the front reception area and demanded to know where the Death Eaters from earlier were. The receptionist, Anita Pulse, said “I’m not supposed to tell anyone, but they escaped earlier.” “Who were they?” Pomona steamed. The receptionist said “no one knows, they used a powerful memory charm while in the hospital causing any witch, wizard, or muggle within all of Great Britain to forget them if they had seen them in the last 48 hours.” “Then why do I remember them?” asked Pomona. “Do you remember specifically what they looked like?” asked Anita. “I remember there were four, no five of them. I remember there were three women and two men. They were wearing masks, but one of the women’s hair was sticking out of her hat. It was a long curly strand of ginger hair.” Anita had a look of amazement on her face. “If you had been hit with the memory charm, you would not remember that much!” Anita stated. “What good can any of that information do for me? There are at least a million witches in Great Britain with ginger hair. Pomona sighed. “Well it’s more information than anyone else has about them” Anita offered consolingly.

Pomona decided she needed to go. She told Anita to not tell anyone that she remembers, and she agreed. “You never know who you can trust.” Pomona said with a raised eyebrow. When Pomona returned home she went to her greenhouse, her favorite part of the house. She was trying to cheer herself up. Her greenhouse was the largest greenhouse in a domestic area. The glass ceiling of the greenhouse rose high to the same height as the Whomping Willow at Hogwarts. It was so large that there was enough room to have eight distinct sections. The first section was for trees. It resembled a forest, and was filled with every type of known tree you could think of. From the muggle favorites: Weeping Willows, with their beautiful draping greenery, Palm trees, with their coconuts and high leaves, and Redwoods, towering above all other trees being the highest known muggle tree out there, to wizard wonders: Tree-houses, great for housing with their built-in windows and furnishing of furniture, the orange, purple and blue Whimsy Vines, trees with sweeping vines that used to be used for transportation until they were outlawed because Enid Relpme was launched beyond the mountains and was attacked by giants, and Amore Wreaths, with branches shaped like hearts these are often used to magically etch the names of a boy and a girl who are in love into. At the sight of this tree with the initials P.S. and V.B. within a heart she whipped a tear from her eye and moved on into the next section.

The second section consists of water plants all stored beneath a large pool of water. These plants included Seaweed and Water Lilies. Of coarse there are also Smeakle Nets, which are great organic nets that are strong enough to catch most fish, and Aquablossums, a favorite of the Merpeople as a delicacy, but for wizards they are mostly used in making an astringent for brooms.

The third and fourth sections were originally for Glistening Gobble Roses, Moonflowers, and the like, but unfortunately the Devil’s Snare that resided in the fifth section, for deadly, dangerous, and destructive plants, had taken over all three sections with its vines.

The sixth section was not affected by the Devil’s Snare however, because of the Sunlit Silverbells that were planted by Pomona as a defense against the D.S.

The seventh section contained herbs and spices necessary for concocted the most excellent of potions. There was Belladonna, Rosemary, Nightshade, Fluxweed, and of coarse Gillyweed, no true Herbologist would be without it.

The eighth section is where Pomona grows her vegetables and fruits. A rather large Pumpkin patch is present as well as an assortment of muggle favorites from Carrots to Cabbage. She even keeps a few Firemelons, can be quite troublesome if you drop them, and a couple of Greenberry bushes, eat the ones on the front and you fly without a broom, eat the ones on the back and you sprout a tail.

Pomona decided to sit down for a spell at her workstation. As she sat down and opened her bag, she saw the three W.A.L. that Vertumnus had bought her. Tears began to flow again. She quickly wiped them away and thought to herself. “What am I going to do? How will I ever find out who did this to Vertumnus? Although I am not that old, there is no way I can go undercover to discover who did this. Hmm” As she continued to mull it over she suddenly heard a “POP!”

There right before Pomona stood Millicent Bagnold, the Minister of Magic. “Madame Minister, what are you doing here?” asked Pomona. “Miss Sprout it has come to my attention that you are aware of some information regarding the Death Eaters from the attack this morning.” Millicent inquired. “Y-Yes” Pomona stuttered with reluctantly all the time thinking, “Anita, what a little bugger.” Millicent looked doubtful. “How can it be that no other Witch, Wizard, or Muggle has any remembrance about it, but you do?” “I haven’t the foggiest?” Pomona stated with a sense of sarcasm. “Well, seeing as you are the only one who remembers anything, I wonder if you might help out the Ministry?” Millicent’s tone seemed to change. She seemed desperate for help. Had she not been the woman of grace and standing she was, she might have been begging. “How can I help? I am supposed to take the position of Herbology Professor at Hogwarts next month.” Pomona said with concern. Millicent said. “Well, our Department of Mysteries are swamped with work, as you know this Death Eater attack is among many since three years ago when You-Know-Who started his attacks, and our Ministry Undercover Aurors or MUA are moving in the shadows to try and find a way to take “him” from power. In order to make this investigation go forward, we, no I was wondering if you might be willing to create a secret task force for us?” “Create a secret task force? What do you mean? I would not even know how to do something like that.” Pomona spoke with anxiety. “On the contrary according to you Hogwarts record, you were the only person in your year to create a person out of plants in your Herbology class. Dumbledore has informed as well that you person actually still resides in Great Britain. I believe he said he lives as a Muggle working for their government in some capacity or another.”

Pomona had a shocked look on her face. “That was just an extra credit assignment that must be completed in order to be eligible to work at Hogwarts. You may only become a Professor at Hogwarts in your chosen subject if you turn in your extra credit before completing your seventh year.” Millicent smiled. “Yes, while that is true, what is also true is that no one who has ever completed the Herbology extra credit has ever conjured a person who blended effortlessly into Muggle society or for that matter lasted more than a year. The only challenge you might have, Pomona, is creating not only one, but three, and they would have to be a team of the most skilled, undercover Aurors. They would have to be able to fit into society and never be suspected to be more than a normal Witch or Wizard.” Pomona’s mind was floored. She had no idea what to think. Could she do this? Millicent broke Pomona’s thoughts. “Dark times are here Pomona. We must each do our part to defend out Wizarding world. Will you do yours?” Pomona thought of Vertumnus and how happy he was. Tears began to fill in Pomona’s eyes as she realized she was about to agree to do her part to protect the world. Suddenly, being filled with courage, bravery, truth, and the memory of Vertumnus, Pomona looked up at Millicent and said, “I’ll do it!”  

Chapter Two: The Naming of The Brewed
    Before Millicent apparated back to her office, she told Pomona to contact her when “they” were ready. Millicent apparated away and Pomona immediately went to her work station. She began to think “where to start, hmm ah.” Pomona looked on the counter she put out three individual pots. She began to add all sorts of ingredients. A dash of Nightshade, for fearlessness, two Sunlit Silverbell buds, for defensive skills, and Rosemary, to give them the ability to be scentless. She mulled over the rest of the ingredients in her head and realized that in order to make them exactly the way Millicent wanted them, she could only give each of them certain abilities because mixing ingredients can be difficult, especially with such volatile plants and herbs. She added Firemelon juice to the left pot, for Pyrokinesis. She added Gillyweed to the right pot, for Aquakinesis. She added Devil’s Snare to the center pot, ironically it gives Lumokinesis. Of course she added to all three a bushel of Greenberries, only the ones from the front though. Pomona looked over and saw the three Western Atypical Lilies. She felt it only appropriate to use the flowers given to her by her lost love. She never realized that by adding the W.O.L.’s she was making three of the strongest grown people in existence, more of this later. Pomona got her spell book out and found the incantation. Pomona chanted: “dnim sdrol krad eht morf meht dleihs tuoba era yeht sa gnol sa dnats llahs dekciw on yad htneetxis rieht yb raey htneetxis reh ni hctiw a ot worg dna evirht yeht yam doog si taht lla dnefed ot eerht eseht ekam i.” Lights flew into the air from each pot. The left pot was glowing pink, the right pot was glowing green, and the center pot was glowing blue. Pomona took a step closer to the pots when flames, water, and lightning shot from them. Pomona ducked down in fear, she grabbed her wand, and she spoke “Petrificus Totalus!” The fire, water, and lightning suddenly stopped.
     Pomona crept over to the pots and looked inside. She saw in each pot a beautiful little baby girl asleep beneath shades of pink, blue, and green. Pomona immediately released the children from the spell. They remained asleep, and she took them to one of her Tree-houses. She obviously could not carry all three in her arms at once. Pomona spoke “Wingardium Leviosa!” All three girls glided through the air. Once they had reached the Tree-house of her choosing, it was already equipped, as Tree-houses are, with three cribs. Each one was placed in a crib designated by color. Pomona gazed at them lovingly, and she realized that she had created three of the most wonderful children in the world. She suddenly remembered Vertumnus, and all the dreams they had had for their life together. “At least I can fulfill part of our dream” Pomona thought aloud. The clock struck one and Pomona looked up. “Oh it’s late I need to get my rest” yawned Pomona. “Oh dear me, they need names!” Pomona spoke. She realized in all the excitement that she forgot to name them. Pomona spoke to the girls, “I can not very well call you pink, blue, and green, now can I?” Pomona went to the bookshelf, and she took two books down. The cover of the first book read “Sprout Family Genealogy” and the second read “Brussels Ancestral Line.” Pomona whispered to the girls “it is amazing how equipped these Tree-houses come.” She opened the books to try and find the appropriate names for the girls. She read, “Calla Eleanor Sprout, a beauty beyond belief. All who knew her regretted leaving her presence. She loved with her whole heart and never lost her hope in the darkest time.” “Well, I do think that reminds me of one of you” Pomona peered at the children. She looked at the pink crib, than the blue, and the green. After she realized how much she desired to return to look in the pink crib again. Pomona whispered to the girl in pink “I think Calla would be a perfect name for a beauty like you” Suddenly the name Calla was written on the top of the pink cradle. Pomona went back to her books and read “Aurelian Martha Dolly Brussels, she was a woman of such stature she needed four names. An independent thinker, she led when others followed, and when she looked at you felt as though she could see into your very soul.” “I know who this reminds me of” Pomona spoke as she stepped over to the basket containing blue. Inside the crib the baby girl was stretching tall and was obviously of a greater stature than the others. “Aurelian, a unique name for a unique girl” the name appeared above the blue crib. Pomona returned to the books and searched them to find another name. This was not easy because there were an overwhelming amount of men in the books. Pomona put the book down and said to the last baby, “I guess I will just have to come up with your name on my own.” All of the sudden the baby girl in the green crib waved her hand towards the bookshelf and a book glided over to Pomona. “Warrior Witches of War Times by Anaid Nozama” “hmm…” Pomona thought. “Well I guess I will look in here.” Pomona searched the index for names starting at Z. She scanned it quickly “Zatara, Zatanna . . . Owens, Maria . . . McGonagall, Minerva . . . Longbottom. Wait Professor McGonagall, hmm wonder what her story is? Anyways, Longbottom, Enid, Longbottom, Augusta . . . Hubble, Mildred . . . Halliwell, Penny . . . Cromwell, Agatha . . . Abercrombie, Casablanca” as she read the last name a giant green light began to shine from the last crib. Pomona quickly looked up the name in the book. “Casablanca Alexandria Abercrombie, the first witch to openly defy the teaching of Salazar Slytherin. She was attacked by followers of Slytherin, but surprisingly survived. According to her lineage she was actually the purist of Purebloods. Her bloodline literally contained not a single drop of non-magical blood. The city Casablanca was named in honor of her because she founded Florcasa, Academy for the Advancement of Underprivileged Witches and W\izards with her husband, Flortemis Black. She never took his name because she did not want to have the name of his prejudice family.” “Okay sounds like a great name with a great origin for you. Casablanca you shall be!” The name appeared above the green crib.
    Well now that you are named I think it is time to sleep. Pomona, Calla, Casablanca, and Aurelian all went to sleep in the Tree-house. “Pomona! Wake up! Wake up!” “What is it?” Pomona yawned. “They found out! Hurry!” “What? Who,” Pomona asked. “The Death Eaters!” With that Pomona was wide-awake. She noticed now the person who had come to warn her was Isis Stant, Millicent Bagnold’s assistant. “Pomona we must leave. They know you remember part of what happened today.” Isis said as she picked up the table she knocked over when she came in. “Where will we go?” Pomona asked as she began to leave the Tree-house. Suddenly, it hit her, “The girls” she said. “Who?” Isis said. “The undercover witches Millecent wanted me to make” Pomona slyly said. “Oh, you’re done already? Hmm wow you are good. Okay where are they?” Isis asked. “Over in the cribs” Pomona said pointing at the three. Isis peered into the cribs, “How will they ever be ready to fight in time?” “Oh, they will” Pomona assured her. As they picked the girls up they heard a noise and a bright green light shown above the greenhouse. Pomona looked at Casablanca and she wasn’t glowing. Isis whispered in fear, “That could only mean one thing.” Pomona swallowed, “The Dark Mark.” Pomona grabbed Calla and Casablanca ran for the door, and Isis grabbed Aurelian. As they exited the Tree-house their fears were realized. The Dark Mark shimmered through the glass ceiling. They were about to apparate to the Ministry, but instead they heard, “Expelliarmus!” Pomona and Isis both lost their wands and fell to the ground holding the girls. A masked Death Eater stood before them. “The Dark Lord wants to know how you remember when no one else does.” He had a gruff voice and an angry tone. “I don’t know” Pomona stated, rather bluntly for someone who should be in fear. The gruff voice spoke again “Well, either way my next action will honor the Dark Lord!” “Avada . . . .” Before he could finish his spell Casablanca, Calla, and Aurelian began to glow. This distracted him, but what made him curious even more so was that the three began to float. The baby girls joined hands and began to spin. A bright light shined from them, and it was brighter than normal. Bright enough to drown out the Dark Mark and erase it from the sky. As the light dimmed, Pomona saw that the three girls were now a year older. The girls now stood in front of Pomona and Isis. Calla snapped her little fingers and the Death Eaters hat caught on fire. Casablanca twitched her nose and his feet were suddenly in a pool of water. Aurelian blinked and out of nowhere a lightning bolt shot from the sky and vaporized the evil before them. Pomona kindly stated, “Good girls!” Isis said “I will inform the Minister of your progress.” She apparated away with a POP!             “Well, I guess I will have little to teach you girls about your specific abilities,” stated Pomona with a grin. “There is still much for you to learn about the wizarding world though, and I must teach you quickly for I begin work in fifteen days” Over the next few days Pomona taught them everything they needed to know. She included an overview of “Hogwarts: A History,” she taught them how to properly use a wand, she even taught them how to make some of the most difficult potions, and she taught them all about their soon to be nemesis, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. As each day passed it appeared the girls aged another year. The last day when Pomona was getting ready to go to Hogwarts to begin teaching, the girls were at the age of sixteen. Millicent came to check on their progress. “Hello, Madame Minister” a sweet voice from a lovely brown-haired girl with fair skin like Snow White said. “Hello Casablanca. My, my how you have grown into a lovely little thing. Where are you sisters?” Millicent asked. “Here we are!” yelled a spunky girl with short blonde hair. “Could be more formal you know. She is the Minister of Magic!” grumbled a statuesque beauty with long blonde hair. “Good Morning, Madame Minister,” greeted Aurelian with a slight bow. “Hey how’s it going?” Calla asked while shaking Millicent’s hand abruptly. “Pomona please come in here I have something I need to discuss with you” Millicent stated. “Here I am, yes, yes I am ready, they are ready all ready for duties.” Pomona stated as she entered the room. “Pomona, what happened to you?” Millicent asked with a shocked look on her face. “What, oh well the spell that caused the girls to rapidly age had an effect on me because I cast it, thankfully it was sentenced to stop at sixteen.” Pomona now had gray hair, was a bit shorter, and a bit wider as well. “Anyways, our undercover Aurors have discovered a plot by the You-Know-Who to infiltrate Hogwarts. The only problem is we don’t know how, where, or who. So that is your assignment girls.” Millicent stated. “What is?” They all asked including Pomona. “You must infiltrate Hogwarts as sixth years to discover what is going to happen and to stop it.” “Oh” they all said. “Wait, how can we be students? We haven’t even got a last name.” Casablanca said. “We can’t be Sprouts or Brussels because everyone knows you don’t have daughters.” Aurelian said. “How about, we give you the last name Lily, after the flowers that strengthened you so much.” Pomona said. “How can we have the same last name, what are we triplets?” Calla said. “Yes, our story can be that we were born triplets and our parents were world travelers with us, and were killed by giants this summer so now we must come to Hogwarts” Casablanca stated. Everyone stared at her. “Okay, I will have all the necessary records doctored for you.” Millicent said. “I will send Isis to Diagon Alley for you, and she will get all the things you need today and she will bring them to you.” While stating the last bit, she apparated away.


    Isis worked quickly she met the girls at the Kings Cross Station a half-an hour later. “My, that was fast!” Calla said. “Time Turner” Isis said. “Here are your carts, brooms, and everything else you’ll need. Oh, and you each needed a familiar. Casablanca, I got you this white cat with pink eyes named Tactaf. Aurelian, I got you this barn owl named Nolat. Calla, I got you this toad named Ecnirp. “I love him! Thanks!” Calla said. “Alright best be getting on get on the platform.” “Okay, thanks again,” stated Aurelian. The girls went one by one onto the platform. They decided to split up in order to eavesdrop on and meet the other students. Calla jetted forward after an attractive fellow with a nice jaw and pale blonde hair. Aurelian followed a girl with long flowing ginger hair who was being followed by a sallow looking boy with a crooked nose and greasy hair. Casablanca turned around and breathed in the atmosphere. She was amazed at the beauty of the train. As she was walking, four boys came by and one ran into her. Casablanca and the boy fell. The other three boys stood there laughing. One with dark ginger hair and scars on his face, another was obviously that friend who is the butt of the groups jokes, he was short and stubby, and the third standing there was a devastatingly handsome guy with horribly messy hair and an attitude to spare. The guy who landed on Casablanca said “I am so sorry, I didn’t see you there” “That’s alright, no ones fault.” She blushed as she said it. He had a charming face and a disposition to match. As he rose, he offered her his hand and she took it. Fireworks were exploding in her mind. He didn’t just look her over. He looked her in the eye and she felt chills from it. “I’m new, I mean Casablanca Lily” she stuttered. “Sirius, come on!” shouted the guy with messy hair. Casablanca smiled as he went off with his friends. She got on the train and hoped to see him again.

Chapter Three: Meet the Schoolmates

The train had been moving for about fifteen minutes now. Calla had finally got the courage to ask the blonde boy if she could sit in their compartment. The blonde boy turned at her question and surprisingly said “I guess.” Calla went into the compartment and sat quietly next to this blonde boy with striking features. Across the way sat a girl with curly dark hair and a sallow looking platinum blonde with a turned up nose. Next to them sat a boy with dark hair whose attention was completely undividedly occupied by the confident girl with the curly dark hair. Another boy was in there as well, but did not catch much of Calla’s attention. She suddenly noticed a boy in the corner with a cunning smile that gave Calla chills. The girl with dark hair looked at Calla for the first time. “Who are you?” She sneered. “Calla, you?” asked Calla in an almost challenging manner. “Bellatrix Black, something you will not want to forget.” Bellatrix turned back to the blonde snob next to her. The blonde boy with striking features turned to Calla. Calla felt her skin changing colors and realized she needed to get control of herself or she might begin to glow. “Calla, so are you new to Hogwarts or have I just not seen you?” He asked. “Oh, I am new. This is my first year at Hogwarts, although it will be my sixth in schooling.” I hope that was convincing thought Calla. “Transfer student, interesting. I am Lucius Malfoy. You will soon learn Calla that some wizarding families are better than others and it will benefit you to stick with the ones who are.” Lucius, wow he now has a name thought Calla. Lucius pointed at the two boys on his left. “This is Roldolphus and Rabastan Lestrange.” He pointed to the girls. “You already met Bellatrix and this is her sister Narcissa Black.” He pointed to the boy in the corner with the cunning smile. “This is Barty Crouch Jr.” “Hello, nice to meet you.” Barty said. Calla was shocked because no one else spoke to her. “It is nice to meet you, as well.” Calla said with a slight smile. Lucius spoke again. “This is Bellatrix, Roldolphus, and my seventh years. Narcissa, Barty, and Rabastan are sixth years like you.” Lucius said. “We must become best friends” said Narcissa with tone of sarcasm. Suddenly a plump fellow with untrustworthy eyes appeared at the door. “L-L-Lucius all head bo-oys and pr-r-refects are to-to report to the appropriate cabin for their meeting.” The boy stuttered in an extreme fear in his voice. “Oh is it that time again. Oh well. Bellatrix, Roldolphus, Rabastan, let’s go!” Lucius Shouted. “Calla, I hope we can be friends.” Lucius said as he left the compartment. Something about the way he said it made Calla feel weird. It almost seemed like he doubted they would be able too. Calla was now alone with Narcissa and Barty. Barty seemed to look at her with desire or admiration she was not sure and Narcissa looked at her with an almost jealous look. This is going to be an interesting ride thought Calla.

Meanwhile Aurelian had followed the sallow boy onto the train who was following the ginger haired girl. The sallow boy disappeared from her sight quickly once she got on the train. She decided she would pretend to bump into the ginger-haired girl just to find out who she was. Aurelian sped up and rushed right into the ginger-haired girl and both went flying to the floor. “I am so sorry.” Aurelian said. “That’s quite alright.” The ginger-haired girl spoke. “I am Aurelian and I am new and nervous and I guess I did not see you and when I am nervous I tend to talk and rush and bump into other people I am so sorry are you sure you are okay.” Aurelian said at the speed of light. “Aurelian, cool name. I am Lily.” Spoke the girl. Aurelian suddenly got really nervous because she was reminded of what she came from. “Nice to meet you.” Aurelian said. “So do you want to sit with me since you do not know anyone?” Lily said. “That is really nice of you, sure.” Aurelian answered. “Oh snap I forgot I have to go to a special meeting because I am prefect for Gryffindor.” Lily said. “Listen go into that compartment three doors down, some of my friends are in there. Remind them prefects are to report to the appropriate compartment. I would really appreciate it. They will be cool with it. I will try to get back right quick alright.” Lily asked. “Great, thanks.” Aurelian spoke. She headed of to that compartment.

Currently Casablanca had tried to catch up with the boy who was called Sirius earlier, but she could not see him. “I guess I better find a place to sit.” Casablanca thought. She loved the look of the train and was walking down the corridor like a tourist distracted by everything. As she was walking, a hand suddenly came from nowhere and grabbed her and brought her into a compartment. “Woo.” Casablanca shouted. She turned around and saw a familiar face. “Sirius” She said with a smile on her face. “Why miss Casablanca Lily, what are you doing here?” Sirius said. “I should be asking you what I am doing as it seems you brought me here.” Casablanca said. “I figured you might need a place to sit seeing as you’re new, but if you prefer you can stand.” Sirius joked. Casablanca took a seat next to Sirius and noticed they were not alone. Casablanca gave Sirius a “and they are?” look and Sirius picked up on it. “Oh, this is Remus, James, Peter, Alice, Frank, Molly, and Arthur.” Sirius pointed at each while they waved. “Nice to meet you all, but I will probably forget all of your names.” Casablanca smiled. Suddenly a tall blonde waltzed into the compartment. “Hi, a girl named Lily told me to come in here and tell you that all prefects are to report to the appropriate compartment.” Remus stood up. “I better get going then, Peter head down and tell the Slytherin prefects and head boy and girl to report immediately.” “R-right.” Peter stuttered. The short plump boy and the tall ginger-haired boy who looked like he needed to take a nap got up and headed out the door. “It was nice to meet you.” Remus said as he left looking over his shoulder. Peter stumbled out after looking at his feet as he walked. “Aurelian, what are you doing here?” Casablanca said. “Oh, I just met this nice girl named Lily who said I could sit in her compartment, since I’m new.” Aurelian smiled. James perked up. “Lily, where did she go?” “She went to the prefects meeting.” Aurelian snickered out. “Oh.” James sighed in disappointment. Aurelian and Casablanca spent the rest of the ride getting to know Sirius, Alice, Frank, James, Molly and Arthur. Sirius seemed to take a particular interest in Casablanca, which Aurelian pointed out profusely to Casablanca. Of coarse no one heard her because she never spoke she merely thought it and Casablanca knew.

As they pulled into the station everyone got up. They were all in robes now which the Lily girls were glad they remembered to pack. Calla caught up with her sisters when they were walking to these carriages everyone else was walking to as well. They got in one on their own because they wanted to talk about their mission and the status so far. As the carriage was taking off, the girls were about to talk when suddenly someone came burrowing through the door. “Barty, what are you doing?” Calla asked. “Well you are new I thought you might have questions that I would be glad to answer” Barty said while looking Calla up and down. Before Calla could retort, Barty’s attention was directed elsewhere. “And who might you two lovely creatures be?” Barty asked. “These are my sisters Casablanca and Aurelian.” Calla said annoyed. “It is an honor to meet such lovely ladies.” Barty purred. “Charmed, I’m sure.” Casablanca rolled her eyes. “Pleasure” Aurelian said. Aurelian thought to herself and her sisters. “Calla, are you kidding me, this guy?” Aurelian thought. “I didn’t ask him to join me.” Calla sneered pensively. “Come on Calla, like you didn’t use your charms.” Casablanca doubted. “You think he likes me?” Calla asked. “Obvious” thought Aurelian and Casablanca at the same time. “Are you guys okay?” Barty broke the silence. The girls seem to have forgotten about his presence. “Good thing he can’t read minds.” Casablanca thought to her sisters. “We are fine Barty.” Calla reassured. “There is something I don’t trust in him.” Aurelian thought to her sisters. “So what’s your story, Barty?” Aurelian sneered. “Well, my basic story is I am the son of a guy that works for the ministry and never has time for my mother or I. Oh, my mistake except for official ministry events we are forced to go to and appear as the perfect family. I like pumpkin juice and cookies, but who doesn’t. I am a Slytherin and pureblood, proud to be. I have a special taking to the skill of Potions, but struggle with charms. I’m a Leo and I like romantic candlelit dinners and walks on the beach.” Barty spat out quicker than most. Aurelian’s mouth dropped open. “Anything else?” Barty asked. “Good we’re here. I’ll see you later Calla.” Barty winked at Calla as he left. “Bye” was all Calla said.

As they entered the castle they were in awe again of the architecture. An announcement was proclaimed that all new students must meet in front of the doors of the great hall. The girls waited by the doors wondering what was next. Three other people were waiting there as well. Casablanca almost introduced herself, but judging by the hateful looks they gave the three she reconsidered. A stern looking woman waltzed in front of them. “I am Professor McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor house. Because you six are transfer students you will be sorted first while the first years are crossing the lake.” She almost growled at them. “Follow me” They did. They other three were a boy who kind of distracted Aurelian from thought, with his stature being beyond her own and his piercing brown eyes with gold in the center as well as an athletic build which she appreciated, a girl with blonde hair held back by a headband, Calla could have sworn went out years ago and she walked as though on a runway with amazingly pink eyes, and the third of the three had her hair up in two knots one on each side and had purple highlights, which Casablanca was amazed by. They had now reached the front of the great hall and Professor McGonagall held a ratty witches hat up and explained how this worked. “Athena Prince!” McGonagall called out. The girl with purple highlights stepped forward with a scowl. McGonagall place the hat on her head, and she waited impatiently. The hat spoke for the first time. “RAVENCLAW!” It shouted. Athena stepped down and went to sit with the brains. “Faux Prince!” McGonagall shouted. The blonde girl worked it all the way to the front and nearly knocked Calla to the floor. Calla thought to her sisters. “They have got to be siblings, but they look nothing alike.” The hat was now on her head. Faux could hear the hat speaking to her. “Hmm you are a difficult one to place, sure plenty of room for growth, but where to put you. You are smarter than you look, crafty as can be, never mind got it.” “SLYTHERIN!” It shouted much to the excitement of boys at the table. “Xavier Prince!” McGonagall spoke again. Casablanca thought. “Okay all three are related.” “Xavier, that’s his name, what a great name, I wonder what he is like.” Aurelian pondered off in her own little world until. “HUFFLEPUFF!” The hat’s shout snapped her right out of it. “Aurelian Lily!” McGonagall shouted. Aurelian gulped as the hat was brought down on her head. “Wow, what power you have. With this much power only one house suites you, Slytherin.” “No, I want Hufflepuff, my power can be channeled, and I want to be with Xavier.” Aurelian grumbled to the hat. “Well, you do think you know best and so far that’s worked for you.” “HUFFLEPUFF!” The hat repeated. Aurelian went and sat right next to Xavier. “You are bold aren’t you?” Xavier said. “I tend to be, yes.” Aurelian shot back while her head was spinning at the flow of his voice. “Calla Lily!” McGonagall screeched obviously irritated and the number of transfers this year. Calla was up there now and was moving like crazy. “Sit still the hat said.” “Sorry.” Calla apologized. Calla looked at the Slytherin table and saw Barty with his eyes closed and fingers crossed. “Don’t bother mulling it over. You are going to put me in Slytherin, right?” Calla demanded. “Fine, you know I would have anyways, no patience nowadays.” “SLYTHERIN!” Barty was overjoyed and pushed three 4th years out of the way so Calla could sit by him. “Casablanca Lily!” McGonagall spoke relieved this was the last of the transfers. Casablanca shuffled to the front. The hat was put on her head. “Well smart, smart, smart as can be, I get where you should be.” “Hi, um could you please put me in Gryffindor. I think I could work great there.” “Let me think.” “RAVENCLAW!” The hat shouted. Calla and Aurelian immediately turned to their sister. Casablanca looked shocked. Each sister could hear what their sister told the hat and Calla and Aurelian assumed Casablanca would get her wish just like they did. Casablanca thought again quickly to the hat before it was taken off. “Why, did I not get what I wanted?” “Your position can be held best if you are in Ravenclaw, trust me the one . . .” The hat was removed before it could finish. Casablanca sat at the Ravenclaw table.

Dumbledore began with a general speech warning about the forest being off limits to the students, and he introduced all the teachers. “Our new Herbology teacher is Professor Sprout.” Pomona stood up and acknowledged the students. She winked at her secret daughters. Later that night Casablanca sat in her room staring out the window at the moon. She suddenly saw something move across the grounds. “What was that?” She thought. “What was what?” Calla and Aurelian thought simultaneously. “I saw something. It was probably nothing never mind.” “If you see it again, let us know.” Aurelian said authoritatively. “Alright.” Casablanca agreed. As Casablanca went to sleep she felt as though someone was watching her.

“THWAP BOOM” Casablanca heard as she was awoken abruptly. “What is going on?” She called out. “Chaos!” Someone screamed. “The floors in the castle they are giving out!” Another said. “What?” Casablanca could not believe what she was told. Casablanca ran from the girl dormitories to the common room. All the Ravenclaw students were trying to leave the room, but they were locked in. Casablanca looked beneath her. “THE FLOOR IT’S CRUMBLING!” She bellowed. All the Ravenclaws scampered to the corners of the room. A few of the 6th and 7th years tried a few spells to no avail. Whatever was happening could not be stopped. The floor was crumbling from the center out. There wasn’t enough room on the edges for everyone. A green light was glowing from beneath. Casablanca and three Ravenclaws were headed for the fireplace. All four had to dive for the edge of the tile because the floor beneath them fell away. The four were now holding on for dear life. Casablanca just realized the girl next to her was Athena. Athena was losing her grip. “Help.” Athena gasped as he finger tips lost their grip. Casablanca reached just in time to catch her arm. Casablanca and Athena both knew they couldn’t last long like this. “Just let me go.” Athena offered. “I couldn’t if I wanted.” Casablanca countered. Adrenaline kicked in and Casablanca lifted Athena to safety. The tile Casablanca gripped loosened and Casablanca fell into the light. Casablanca was falling and she did not know what to do. She tried to use her powers and nothing happened. All she could see was a large ring of Ravenclaws surrounding the edge above her and a green light beneath her.

Chapter Four: Lost In Divination


All Hogwarts students were transferred to the great hall early in the morning after “the event.” The Head boys and girls were taking a head count to make sure all students were present and accounted for. Aurelian and Calla found each other. They were both in tears because for the first time in their lives they could not hear Casablanca’s thoughts. They feared for the worst. Pomona found them. After they were counted as present, Pomona took them to her greenhouse. “What happened?” asked Aurelian. “I thought you would know better because you know her thoughts,” spoke Pomona. Calla began to speak. “The last thing I remember Casablanca thinking was, I’m doomed, and then nothing.” “Do they know what that was Pomona?” Aurelian asked. “No, but it had to be a powerful spell because it is hard to get anything like that into Hogwarts with all its protection.” Pomona glanced from side to side. She stood up, went to the door, raised her wand, and cast the Imperturbable Charm. “We haven’t long my dears. They will get through this charm within ten minutes.” Pomona hushed. “What are you talking about?” Aurelian said. “I dare not say, for if they knew I told you it would be my end. Trust me in this. Take care of each other and keep your wits about you. There are those within these walls that wish you destroyed.” “I thought no one knew anything about us?” Calla said with concern. “They know not of your origin, but they know there is something odd about you.” Pomona handed Aurelian a note. “Well dears I am sorry, it does not matter that the school is in turmoil, you must turn in your papers on why the use of Whimsy vines has been outlawed by tomorrow!” Pomona shouted with a wink.

Aurelian and Calla left the greenhouse in search for a place to read the note. They had to find a place where no one would see them. “Where should we go?” asked Aurelian. “Um, hello we are fine here.” Calla flatly stated. “What do you mean?” Aurelian asked. As Aurelian turned she saw no one. “Calla, where are you?” “I am right here brainiac!” a voice to her left spoke. Aurelian’s mouth dropped. “Shut your mouth and turn invisible already.” Calla demanded. “Oh, right.” Aurelian went invisible and suddenly the world appeared gray and black except Calla. Calla was glowing bright pink. “You’re pink?” Aurelian questioned. “Well, your blue.” Stated Calla. Aurelian looked at her hands. “Oh, well lets read the note before we are late for Divination.” Aurelian opened the note, and she read it aloud.

"Girls,
I know where your sister is. I will try to bring her back. Trust no one. They are watching. Even if you think you are alone, never speak aloud information that could compromise you. Use your telepathy to speak to each other when necessary. One last thing look out for the Green . . ."

“The green what?” Calla asked. “That’s it. She didn’t write anything else.” Aurelian said. “Come on we’re late. We figure this out later.” As they entered the Divination classroom, Calla spoke “what is that?” “Don’t you mean who?” Faux piped in from behind. Calla turned. “Okay then. who is that?” “That is our professor.” Faux said while pointing at the woman with beautifully long blond hair that seemed to shimmer in the light. “Wow, she glows.” Aurelian said. “Wait for it.” Athena whispered. The professor turned around and her skin was violet. Oddly enough that is not what blew them away. The fact that she had horns, hooves, and a furry tail did. Faux spoke up.

“Professor Celestia Oscar is a faun, and the third in line to the throne.” “They let fauns teach here?” Calla bluntly stated. “They are world renowned for predicting the future. They read tea.” Aurelian opened her mouth as if to speak. “No not tea leaves. They read tea. Supposedly it has to do with the reflection or the smoke. I am not sure.” Athena stated. “Wait, how do you know? Aren’t you new?” Aurelian questioned. Faux rolled her eyes. “Hello, if you had read Hogwarts: A History this morning, you would have seen the update.” “Well, I am so glad you did.” Calla sarcastically stated.

Professor Celestia stood in the front of the class and began banging her hoof. “Pupils, attention, quiet down, quiet down! Alright, now light the flame under your kettle at your table, take three tea leaves of various types and add them to the pot. Do not get too close to the kettle because when the steam that come up from these pots you might not be ready to handle what come out.” Calla looked at Aurelian with a confused look. Aurelian did not notice however because Xavier had joined their table. “Hello Aurelian. How are things?” Xavier asked with a concerned look on his face. “I’m great.” Aurelian said with a smile. Xavier had a confused look on his face. “Didn’t your sister disappear last night.” Aurelian was caught off guard. “Oh, right, ya, horrible. I’m devastated.” “You are such a bumbling idiot.” Calla thought to Aurelian. “Hush, I don’t know why I lose all control around him.” Aurelian thought back. “Maybe it’s a spell.” Calla thought lightheartedly. All of the sudden Aurelian’s eyes opened wide looking at Calla. “Uh-oh.” Gulped Calla. “SQUEEEE!” Everyone jumped back. “Tea’s ready!” Announced Professor Celestia. The students were in awe as the steam rose through the air to meet above the center of their tables. “Class, take notice of this steam over here.” Professor Celestia said while pointing toward Calla’s table. Above Calla, Aurelian, Xavier, Athena, and Faux was a swirling cloud of gold. “Watch to see what symbol drops from the center to show their prediction.” Slowly a shape began to form. “What is it?” Thought Calla. “A snowflake?” Guessed Aurelian. “No, a spider web?” Faux stated. “Wait, I think it’s a diamond?” Xavier supplied. “It’s a four-pointed star.” Aurelian flatly stated. “Absolutely correct! 10 points to Hufflepuff!” Professor Celestia cheered. “What does it mean professor?” Athena asked. “Well, first things first. Look again.” Professor Celestia pointed. “There are six stars now, but one is more faded than the others.” Aurelian announced. “The more stars solidifies what it is trying to tell us or it could actually represent six individuals, this varies based on the prediction. If it represents six people, the sixth person is obviously fading or inhibited in some way more so than the others. If this is solidifying the prediction, the stars represent powerful beings.” “Why do five of the stars have six-points?” Xavier asked. “Good question, I think each point on the star represents the number of labors in life left. So I would deduce that one is closer to completing its task than the others.” “Who do the stars represent?” Calla asked. “Well, you at that table of course.” “There are only five of us sitting here.” Aurelian shot at the Professor, having her doubts. “Well then, whose empty seat is that than.” Professor Celestia said while moving on to another table to examine their smoke.” “She is full of it.” Aurelian said. “I don’t know. Casablanca is missing.” Calla pointed out the obvious. The rest of the class time was spent deciding whether or not Narcissa Malfoy would be engaged by years end or would die a horrible death at the hands of a monkey. All bets were on the former. Although, many were hoping for the latter.

As they exited the Divination classroom, Calla heard a whisper coming from behind a tree. “What are you doing here? I thought you had Ancient Ruins right now.” Calla asked. “I ditched, come on let’s go.” Barty waved his hand towards her. “I can’t I have to go to Charms.” Calla coyly stated. “Come on, Flitwick’s a push over, let’s go have some fun.” Barty stated while leaning against the tree with a bad boy look on his face. “Calla, we are going to be late.” Aurelian shouted. “I’ll catch up.” Calla said distractedly. “Now!” Aurelian raged. “You’re not my mother! Go!” Calla sneered back. Aurelian turned to leave. “Fine, be careful.” Aurelian thought. “I always am, and right back at you.” Calla thought back. “What are you talking about?” Asked Aurelian. “Look who waited for you at the bottom of the hill.” Calla thought with a chuckle. Aurelian turned and saw Xavier waiting for her. She suddenly felt light-headed. Aurelian turned back, looking for her sister. Calla had disappeared from sight. As Aurelian turned back the sun hit her eyes, and she lost her balance and began to fall, but before she knew what happened Xavier seemed to move at the speed of light and caught her in his arms. “Are you okay?’ Xavier stated. “Uhuh” was all she could get out before she passed out. “Aurelian what’s wrong? I need help. HELP! SOMONE!” Xavier shouted.

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“Where am I?” All she could see was nothing. Darkness surrounded her. Her head seared in pain. She looked at her hands they were glowing green. “I don’t glow green. I glow blue.” Thought Aurelian. “HELLO, IS ANYBODY THERE?” She asked in the darkness. She felt the ground was wet, hard, and dirty. As she turned around she saw her reflection in a pool of water, but it wasn’t her it was Casablanca. “HELP ME! PLEASE! I NEED YOUR HELP!” The reflection cried. “Casablanca where are you?” Aurelian asked in a panic. “I don’t know. You must find me.” Casablanca said breathlessly. “I will. What do you remember sister?” Aurelian questioned. “I fell into a light, and when I woke up they threw me in here.” Casablanca whispered. “They, they who?” Asked Aurelian. “No time their coming!” Casablanca’s reflection turned away, and this forced Aurelian to turn. She saw a pair of eyes coming toward her in the dark. They were bright green she tried to commit to memory. A voice came out of the darkness from the direction the eyes were coming. “Time for your drain.” A scratchy voice stated. “THWAP! BOOM!” Aurelian was hit with come kind of energy. Suddenly Aurelian awoke to see Xavier, Calla, and Barty standing over her. Aurelian gasped for air. “Are you okay?” Thought Calla. Aurelian rose up and yelled, “HELP HER!” as she blacked out.