Potentes Nimis

Introduction

"Now it's all about to end"

I said, with tears in my eyes and smile on my face, standing on the rooftop, watching the city I just saved from myself, unable to move my hands covered with blood-my own? Who knows.

He looked at me.

"Baby girl, look where we made it, girl"

I tried to look at him. He standed next to me, but so blurry..so blurry.

"Now we're falling." I replied.

I woke up. That stupid dream again! Dreaming it so often lately, but with no idea of what it could possibly mean, nor who is the man standing next to me.

"Shit..I'm late! What is even the first class...Oh no-POTIONS! NOT AGAIN!" I shouted at myself.

As I quickly put my school uniform, pick my hair up  in a bun (not aesthetic at all, just messy), I tried to take Potion's book. I fell over. Typically. I stood up and ran to the class.

"This...is...the...third...time...this...month...miss...Y/N" said Snape calmly and slowly, but I knew he was irritated.

"I'm really sorry, professor."

I had luck. Again. Snape would never take points from his own house, but if I was in Gryffindor- oh boy! I would be expelled already.

I went to my cauldron, one in the back of the classroom. Me and Draco Malfoy shared it.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Asked Draco, a bit worried.

"I am, I am, love. Just a bad dream, again."

"You seem to have a lot of those lately."

After school, me and Draco would usually go for a walk around the school. On rainy days we would get stuck in a library and just talk about life, while pretending to read. We would always spend time together, no matter how.

It wasn't always like that. I used to hate him.(details in upcoming chapters)

But today, Draco was busy.

"Busy with what exactly?" I asked him while raising my eyebrow. The weather outside was really good, and Sun shined on my face. I knew I looked damn good, just standing there, tall and beautiful. 

"None of your business, Y/N." He said it very coldly, while avoiding my eyes.

That didn't sound like him at all. He turned around and went outside. I tried to follow him.

But then, he just dissapeared, right in front of my eyes.

"This has something to do with his parents." I thought. His parents never liked me,  because they didn't know if I'm Pureblood or Muggleborn. Neither did I. My parents died when I was 3 days old.

I was raised in an orphanage, and whenever I tried to ask something about my parents, they would go away. In fact, whenever I tried anything, they would go away. They were always scared of me, hated me. My nickname was Freak. 

That changed when I came to Hogwarts. Well, not completely, but mostly. I have friends here.

But one thing is for sure: I never fully learned to control my powers. I often feel like my magic has it's own mind, mood and temper. I can control a part of it, but mostly it's not in my charge.

"Miss Y/N?"

I turned around quickly. Dumbledore standed there.

"I apologize for interupting you. I see you are deeply in your thoughts. But I'm afraid I have too. Would you please come to my office with me?"

"Um..yes, sure."

I was terrified. Now I will have to face the consequences for my late appearings to classes. I just hope I won't be expelled.

But, oh boy, what I heard in the office wasn't even near to what I expected.

"Take a seat, miss Y/L/N."

I took a seat, as he told me. His office was always so interesting to me. I got distracted for a moment by looking at the funny pen he had at his desk. The pen was writing something very quickly. And then, like it was irritated by what it wrote, went and stroke the whole page off.

"I noticed that you are interested in my pen, Y/N. You see, it's trying to write it's first poem. But it gets irritated easily by it's own work, even if I, personally, find it brilliant. I wish it didn't doubt itself so much, and just wrote and wrote.

But that's not the reason I called you here. I must tell you, that I have big news for you. Probably frightening."

"I know, professor Dumbledore. I'm expelled."

He looked me straight into eyes and laughed.

"Well, you are partly correct, but not the way you think you are."

I looked him back. I couldn't believe my eyes.

"What are you talking about?"

"I will be direct, miss Y/L/N. I knew you are different from the rest of the students the moment you came here. You are an excellent witch, indeed, but we both know that you posses some powers you can't control.

See, I was trying to realise where that magic, that power comes from. I thought at first that you got cursed when you were little, but I was wrong.

Miss Y/N, to reach your full potential and to gain control over your powers, you will have to move to another school...More specifically, to another planet."

I thought I am in a bad dream again. I slapped myself, but it was all real.

"A..another planet? What are you talking about!?"

"Miss Y/N, one wise man was really excited to have you as his student. His name is Heimdall, and he is Asgardian."

"A..what? If I didn't know Weasley twins are sick, I would say they are joking with me."

"Miss Y/N, this is very serious. It's about your life. If you don't learn how to control your powers, you will die. They will destroy you."

That is the last thing I remember from that night.