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?

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9. Incarcerous, so...

"Describe the scene to me again please, Ms. Asher"

I groaned. I was sitting in the hospital bed facing Dumbledore, who was intent on drawing every detail of that weird dream out of me. It had been the same for the last two days, asking me to explain the story again and again. I was going mad. I was trapped in this wing for what felt like years, and I was dying for some social interaction. It was sad, only Dumbledore had visited me. And he wasn't there for a chat about the weather.

"It was dark, I couldn't see much"
He sensed my weariness.

"Ms. Asher, I understand this is tiring" He paused, and then smiled. "So tiring I couldn't possibly hold you any longer today"

I was surprised. Normally he presses for more. He got up and nodded, turning to leave.

"I'll see you again soon, Ms. Asher. Madam Pomfrey will tend to you accordingly"

I jumped out of the bed, crying out in desperation. Dumbledore looked taken aback.

"Please, I'm fine. There's nothing wrong with me! I'm one hundred per cent better!"
He studied me carefully.

"I do believe you look better..."

"Yes, yes, brimming with energy!"

He smiled.

"Then of course you may leave. Why, you may even be able to recall more of your vision?"

The wise old man with the silver beard had played me. I couldn't back out because I'd be saying I was tired, and then I couldn't leave. My claustrophobia got the better of me.

"Okay, okay!"

"Oh good, I thought you'd come around! Hagrid has your things ready in Slytherin's common room. I'm sure on of the students will help you find your bed!"

I didn't even listen to the rest of what he said, I just grabbed my mysterious scorpion box and chocolate frogs and dashed for the door.

"Oh, Ms. Asher? Someone left you a present earlier today whilst you were sleeping. It looks very interesting indeed"

I reluctantly looked back. There was no one who could have gotten me a present, since I didn't know or like anyone here. I had just driven away the only person who I half got along with. But yet, here was Dumbledore holding out a wooden bracelet. It wasn't anything special, just a string with tiny wooden blocks circling around it. But hey, it was something.

"Er, thanks"  I slipped it on my wrist. He thought I was giving him thanks for handing me the bracelet, but I really meant for getting it to me. He was the only one who actually took any interest in me, so I knew it was him. He nodded, and I left the dreaded hospital wing without thanking that witch Madam Pomfrey, meant in both a literal and a derogatory sense.

***

I kicked the wall out of frustration, howling as the pain shot up my leg. What kind of a useless caretaker was he? It only occurred to me after I had left that I had not idea where I was going. So upon seeing a creepy looking man with an even creepier looking cat, I asked where the Slytherin's common room was. In a chillingly raspy voice, he told me something about a dungeon  and a wall. So, as you do when someone tells you about a dungeon, I ran for it. Then I realised he may have been saying that the common room was a dungeon. So I wondered around for what seemed an eternity, avoiding the glares and stares of witnesses of the other night's events, and travelled down until I was in the same darkly lit tunnel I had first met the Draco boy.

And now I was staring at a wall, wondering why it wasn't doing anything. Where was the common room? Where was my stuff? All I wanted was to have my own bed at this point. I pushed the bracelet up and down my arm to calm myself. And then I saw it. A delicately painted scorpion on every wooden block. I turned the bracelet over. Inscribed on the back in elegant hand writing was 'Parselmouth'. 

"Parselmouth" I read aloud.

The wall moved. The stone blocks gave way to reveal a dimly lit room with a slightly green tint. There was plush green sofas and dark carpets covering the floor. Students dressed in a black uniform fitted with green ties all sat. I looked down at me feet. I could go in, or I could run away. I lifted my head up and threw back my shoulders. Well, YOLO.

 

 

A/N First off I want to apologise for not writing in a while, as you all know exams are so time-consuming! I am leaving for 3 weeks this week and will not be writing in that time, but then I have a whole summer to write Tegan's journey in Hogwarts! I want to thank you all so much for your encouraging comments, its what keeps a writer thinking about the story and the readers! Sorry this was such an uneventful chapter, but there's a big turn in the coming chapters! Thanks again! - Alexa Thorpe

                      

 

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