The founders of Hogwarts, combined had the power to create, destroy and conquer, power beyond a muggles wildest dreams. Hogwarts was their home, their joy and when they discovered its future destiny, a war prophesied to murder youths and obliterate...
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Beneath her, the earth moved, buckled forward and she jolted, instantly nauseated. Modern technology, Lavinia had decided, did not suit her. For a girl who could apparate without so much as a blink, she was enraged at her own body for the sickness that churned through her as the Hogwarts Express began its journey. The brilliant scarlet steam-engine was a far cry from the carriages that used to shuttle students back and forth.
Head pushed back into the softness of the bench beneath her, Lavinia blindly stared at the stretch of the ceiling above her, drowning out the clatter and chattering of her companions. Ron and Hermione had disappeared to wherever it was prefects went on the train and the daughter of Hogwarts was grateful to escape Ron's suspicious gaze.
Lavinia only took notice of the world around her once more when Harry cleared his throat. The twins had scampered away, presumably to cause mischief and Ginny hadn't been seen since they stepped foot on the platform. For the very first time since her arrival at number twelve, Lavinia was left alone with the bespeckled boy.
"You're afraid," her words were nothing more than a whisper, a breath but his head snapped up to face her. If his mind hadn't have screamed the thought then his expression surely did. Afraid, a sure sign of his humanity. Lavinia couldn't recall a single time when she'd been truly afraid; not when she'd fought alongside Godric Gryffindor, trained with Salazar Slytherin or lay within that stone casket, knowing she would sleep for a thousand years or more. That absence of fear had to be evidence that she was something less than human.
"What-?" he frowned in return but he cut himself off, seeming to sense something from her. Perhaps he sensed her lack of humanity, realised it at the same moment that she had. Or maybe it was due to the Hufflepuff warmth that she summoned into her smile. "He is back, he killed Cedric and he is out there," Harry mumbled as if the words were bitter in the air. Lavinia, for a moment, considered the best route to address this partial stranger's concerns. Hufflepuff sincerity, she decided, Ravenclaw Wisdom.
"He is, he did. The time for fear is not now Harry, save it for when it is needed. Save your fear for the times it will aid your survival. To dwell in it when you are safe merely dwindles your energy. Fear will fester in you, poison you. Focus on alternatives, focus on your school year, on your friends and your safety at Hogwarts. Focus on any alternative that helps you to feel safe," she spoke so smoothly, each word flowing through her like water, as though she wasn't the one saying it at all, as if it came from an older, more experienced part of her, just using her mouth to vocalise.
Harry glanced at her, stared deeply and his thoughts swirled warmer in the air, brushing up against her mind as if he wanted her to read them, wanted to see them floating in his eyes and capture them. Such beautiful eyes they were, sparkling like emeralds, spilling a million secrets. Lavinia hoped that he could retain the youth that sparkled in them, even throughout this war.
