❛ASTERIA EDWARDS was your average, typical eleven-year-old child stuck in a pandemic with her mother Isabella Diggory until she found out where she truly came from.. and where she truly belonged...❜
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harry potte...
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"For heaven's sake!" Madam Pomfrey's voice brought in a fresh wave of pain. "Is this hospital wing or not? Headmaster, I must insist—"
"My apologies, Poppy, but I need a word with Mr. Potter and Miss. Granger," said Dumbledore calmly. "I have just been talking to Sirius Black—"
"I suppose he's told you the same fairy tale he's planted in Potter's mind?" spat Snape. "Something about a rat, and Pettigrew being alive—"
"That, indeed, is Black's story," said Dumbledore.
"And does my evidence count for nothing?" snarled Snape. "Peter Pettigrew was not in the Shrieking Shack, nor did I see any sign of him on the grounds."
"That was because you were knocked out, Professor!" said Hermione earnestly. "You didn't arrive in time to hear—"
"Miss. Granger, HOLD YOUR TONGUE!"
Ria hissed at her throbbing head, too weak and uncomfortable to move. Uncomfortable because she had this feeling that something was coming towards her. As if her body was reaching out for something, trying to grasp it and pull it in.
Almost like that feeling she had when she was waking up from petrification in second year. She gasped, feeling it grow more and more uncomfortable.
But then, something snapped.
Wake up, Asteria.. wake up!
She snapped her eyes open, and immediately felt the pull being released. She grabbed her head at the sharp pound. Too bright..
Her gaze roamed around until it fell onto a face.. Pomfrey. Not just her.. Harry, Hermione, Snape, Dumbledore, even the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. They were all around her, watching her with concern and curiosity.
"Ah.. Miss. Edwards, you're awake!" Madam Pomfrey said with a rush of relief washing over her. She began checking her pulse, while the conversation continued.
"Are you alright?" asked Harry. "You— You were struggling just now.. Do you need anything?"
"Did you—" started Hermione, but her eyes glanced towards Fudge for a mere second before coming back. "Did you see another vision?" She whispered.
Did she? Asteria wondered. Of course, she did not. She would know. All she had experienced was this weird feeling.
"No." She answered Hermione's question first. "Yeah.. yeah. I'm fine." Though that wasn't important now. The authorities in the room were slipping farther and farther away from the truth.
"She is right, Sev— Professor, Minister.." she added. "Sirius Black is innocent, Pettigrew is the real criminal.. It was because of his spell I was knocked out—"
"Asteria, you don't know what you're speaking about—"
"I know well what I'm speaking about!" Ria interrupted before Snape could complete. "Maybe you really should consider listening to everyone else before coming to conclusions!"
