The Cursed Soul

Chapter 27

ÍROAS

It had been a solid seven minutes before Professor McGonagall, Amelia Bones, and Hecate (who is in current disguise under the name Ms. Mavros) came back chatting happily; looking as though they were the best of friends since the beginning of their life. Hermione and I exchange curious glances of what had just happened to these three. Honestly speaking, at first I thought the Goddess would fry them alive, or curse them into some sort of irreversible curse, especially Ms. Bones.

When Hecate caught my glare, she just winked at me and continued leading the two ladies in our direction.

It's quite amusing actually, how Hecate chooses an undercover name, yet, still describes her entire entity; Mavros, a Greek word for dark or black. A perfect fit to represent the part of her domain.

When the three reached us, as all witten on the Goddess's satisfied face, it seemed that she managed to persuade the two. And it seems what it looks to be, because Ms. Bones immediately assured us that there would be no trace of our names or identity to be published tomorrow for the Daily Prophet. Though she did say they will post the news about the newly registered Animagi.

By this, I wouldn't say it does ease my anxious feeling. But it's better than attaching our bashful faces (while trying to avoid being caught by the camera) to the Daily Prophet. Hermione and I gave our thanks to the Head of DMLE and Professor McGonagall after Hecate wished to speak to both of us alone. – "Thank you ladies!" she said happily.

And they left.

"Now, before anything else!" Hecate yelped excitedly, "Congratulations to both of you. – Oh you don't need to bow, Hermione Granger" she assured when 'Mione was about to do the act.

"Y-you know my name?"

"Of course I do! A smart witch like you is worthy of recognition." Hermione's face immediately went red like she drank a bottle of Pomegranate Juice and instead of digesting, all went through her cheeks.

"Uhmm... quick question, you didn't, Err..., cursed or threatened them, haven't you?" It was my turn to speak. And the question didn't come unplanned because it's been reeling in my head ever since McGonagall and Bones left with her dissuade, but in a flash, they came trudging back to the room and there was a sudden change of wind to the two.

Hecate chuckles, "Silly you, Of course not! I'd rather blast off your current Minister of Magic than pull a single hair out of those two mortals. – Whoops! Did I say that out loud? Anyways, I just simply talk to them, and.... ummm use a little bit of a trick. But what's important now is that your identities are sealed. Especially you Íroas. I just saved your ass once again! And speaking of, what took you so long to discover how to do partial transformation? Does yours and Harry's life have to be at stake first for you to find that out?"

Geez. What happened to the so-formal Hecate I last talked to? "You should have told me in the first place, you know. Not give some jibber jabber you say imagine your wings retracting. It doesn't even work that way!" Hermione quickly nudged me and gave a look saying Are you desperate to die?

"Don't blame me kid! Even though I am the Goddess of Magic I didn't know how your transformation works. Each has their own method. But usually all it requires is imagination. I didn't know yours would be that complicated."

"Well even if you knew, that would still be the case. Harry will fall from the flying car, and I would still ran back to the castle to avoid getting expose from the rain because of this stupid curse whom who bloody knows who cast it upon me."

Then it struck me. And it sure is Hermione too because in her face is exactly the same expression I have right now. Hope. Hecate suddenly becomes a ray of hope, shining brilliantly in this empty, broad room. The woman in front of us is the Goddess of Witchcraft, literally the one who masters sorcery, possibly the origin of magic itself. And the curse that stumbles over me might be easy for her to reverse. – Why haven't I thought about that before?