Voldemort's Granddaughter

Tegan was a rebel, a foster kid, kicked from home to home because of 'accidents' that kept occurring. Then in a shock revelation on a school exchange to Hogwarts, when an innocent prank goes wrong, Tegan is identified as a witch. Surprised, and relieved, Tegan begins to finally fit in. But the question still hangs, why didn't Tegan receive a letter? Was she just 'overlooked'? Or is there a much more severe reason for blocking her from her world?


11. Colloportus, oh no...

It was freezing. A mass of students gathered around the scene, hoping to catch a glimpse. I couldn't move I was so numb, and I wasn't that way because of the cold. I felt empty and brimming with emotion at the same time. Confusion and anger and depression all overwhelmed me like a tidal wave. But I couldn't feel any of it, because I was numb. I was numb because a boy had just died, because of me.

"Move aside, students. Move aside!"

Dumbledore was making his way through the crowd, people parting just at the sight of his silver beard. Seeing him didn't bring me any relief. In a few moments he would know.

He bent down to the body and analysed it. I held my breath, counting the number of times my heart beat in a minute. I lost count after three.

"Madam Pomfrey, come through"

The woman who helped me in the hospital wing made her way up to the boy. Her face was determined and calm, no panic. This sighting of Madam Pomfrey gave me a new-found respect for her. She pressed her fingers to his neck and then his wrist, finally putting her ear to his heart. We all stood in silence.

"He has a pulse"

I nearly collapsed with the effect of this news. The students who were crying cried even more. The teachers buried their heads in their hands, imagining what could have happened and worse. Dumbledore had a look of immense relief. He stood up and addressed the crowd.

"Students, students! A terrible thing has happened here, one of your classmates has taken a fall that could have been fatal. We ask you to return to your dorms, with the guidance of prefects, so the boy can be transferred to the hospital wing safely and efficiently!"

There was a murmur from the crowd as it disbanded. How did he fall? Was it just a fall? Was he pushed? I looked around for Zoe and Josh, and then I remembered that they hated me. I desperately tried to find someone I knew, a friendly face, when I realised I had no one. No one to tell me that it wasn't my fault, to tell me that he fell on his own accord. No one to tell me that I nearly killed a boy.

"Tegan?" I whirled around to see Dumbledore, staring at me with a concerned expression. "Tegan, can you come with me, please?"

I didn't protest, I just mindlessly followed through the crowd. I spotted Pansy Parkinson and the other girls glaring at me from the other side. They saw what happened.

"I did it, Professor. The fire ball was going towards him and I freaked and I screamed and he freaked and he fell and he cracked..."

"Hold on, Tegan, slow down!"

I took deep breaths, trying to keep my heart beat steady. I felt like the world was weighing down on my shoulders. For someone who was known for being careless and wild, I took things pretty hard.

We were further away from the castle now, on more wild terrain. I hadn't even realised I had crossed a long tunnel bridge until I saw it running across the drop behind me. We were standing by a wooden hut in a most unusual shape. It was surrounded by a vegetable patch that had a scarecrow that was even scaring the vegetables. I inched away from it. 

Dumbledore went up to the door and knocked in a pattern of three taps, two rap-pa-pa's and two bangs. A series of shuffling came from behind the door, and then it opened. A bolder of a man stood in the door frame, his wild beard making him look like a mad man. I fought the urge to scream and throw something at the beast before me.

"Why 'ello there Professor Dumbledore, I was just puttin' the kettle on! Why don't ya..."

He stopped when he saw me hiding behind Dumbledore. His face changed from cheery to serious.

"This is Tegan Asher, the student I was telling you about, Hagrid"

I wondered why he would have been talking about me. 

"Ah, I see. Well ye better come in outta the cold or yer hats will be droopin' like a wheepin' willow!"

I followed Dumbledore in the door, mesmerised by the man and his odd speech. We were seated around the neat little fire in the corner. A dog came bounding up to me, tongue hanging out and slobbering everywhere. I took him in my hands and rubbed him behind the ears. Dogs were always more loyal than humans.

"Tegan, this is Hagrid. And this is his hut"

I made a weak attempt at a smile, but it was more of a grimace. Hagrid nodded uncertainly.

"Sir, can I talk to you about what happened earlier?"

I tried to catch Dumbledore's eye but he was busy dipping a pastry Hagrid gave him in his tea. Hagrid offered one to me but I politely declined. My stomach would have just bounced it back out it was doing so many cartwheels.

"I always wondered how you got these cakes so... firm, Hagrid."

"Well, it's all in the kneading of the dough, Professor. It needs to be pressed very carefully"

"Yes, I see. Very clever"

I was going mad. This was impossible. I needed to tell him. Now.

"Sir, I nearly killed that boy"

There was silence, except for the crackling of the fire. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what would happen after I got expelled. Would I got back to Draymount? I shuddered at the thought, and not just because all my old friends hated me. This was where I fit in. Hogwarts was who I was.

"Go on"

I looked up at him. He wanted me to explain. Except I couldn't. I didn't even fully understand what happened. It all happened so fast. Yes, I shouted for him to move and he fell off. But that wasn't what I meant by him nearly dying being my fault. Something else happened that I couldn't fully explain.That fire ball, it wasn't a ball. It felt like... like it was me. For two seconds I felt the fire travelling up my veins, igniting flames all over my body. And the worst was, I had this insane and overwhelming urge to knock into the boy. I wanted to crash into him, I wanted him to feel the burning I was feeling. I wanted him to die. I could have told Dumbledore this, but I didn't. I was afraid. What did that mean, me having that connection with the fire? I didn't know, but something told me it wasn't good.

"I...I...feel bad. I, er, was out on the tower that day and I... feel like if only I'd stayed around longer, I could have helped"

Dumbledore looked at me. For one terrible moment I thought he could see right through it, read all my thoughts and see everything I'd done. But then it passed and he resumed a pitying expression.

"I commend your care for others, Tegan. But alas, you could not have helped him." He looked directly into my eyes. "You could not have helped it"

I nodded, suddenly feeling the weight slightly lift of my shoulders. I got the feeling he was talking about more than he was just saying.

"Well Hagrid, I think Ms. Asher here is in great need of one of your delightful rock cakes, and maybe even a cup of tea. I'll pop off, things to be done, sights to be seen, dragons to tickle. I'll see you soon, I'm sure"

And with that, Dumbledore put on his pointed hat, wrapped his cloak tighter around him and went out to face the bitter cold. Hagrid shut the door behind him, not quickly enough to stop a biting draught enter through the gap. I shivered. 

"Well, I'm sure yer wondering why yer stuck in an ol' groundskeeper's hut. I'm afraid you've made front page news"

He threw down a newspaper on the wooden table in front of me. The name of the newspaper read: 'The Hogwarts Observer' in black medieval font. I gasped when I read the headline: 'Draymount Girl Wrecks Havoc On Great Hall'. After this morning's events, I had forgotten completely about the other night.

"People are still talking about it" I stated more than asked.

"Ah yes, you made a lotto fuss on yer first day!"

"I got angry. They were calling us all freaks"

"Oh I didn' say they didn' deserve it, just that there was a lotto fuss 'bout it"

I smiled. I was starting to like this friendly giant already. 

"Although I wouldn' have known 'bout those horrible brats if Harry hadn' told me 'bout them! That stupid paper makes it like you attacked them without cause!"

I glanced back down at the article with a frown. Surely everyone knew I was defending them, everyone heard, didn't they? I scanned down through it. Words like 'frightened' 'defenceless' and 'bully' stood out. And the worst, Zoe and Josh gave an interview about me.

"Do you ever feel like you've spent so long fighting the world that you don't even know if you're winning any more?"

Hagrid chuckled.

"Don't take it to heart, kid. People don't believe everything they read"

Except I wasn't even talking about that. I felt something inside me. Something had changed when I saw that boy on the tower. I felt hatred for someone I'd never met before. And I started to wonder...was the hatred mine?


To read the full article and interview about Tegan head to http://thehogwartsobserver.blogspot.ie/

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