Mirabel the Witchlet

Cursed

Snape came into the medical wing before Mirabel left to classes that morning. The trio thinks Snape had attacked Mirabel since he appeared so quickly after whatever happened, but that didn't sit right with her.

"Ms Madrigal I'm happy to see your alright," he said his voice drawling as usual. "Professor Snape thank you for helping me last night. Do you know what happened?" She asks. "I haven't the faintest idea," he answers. "Alright then," she said disappointed hoping she could have found something to keep Neville in the school.

"Ms Madrigal, it has come to my attention you've been spending time with Professor Quirl often. Is there anything?" Snape began when Mirabel nodded quickly.

"He," Mirabel suddenly found her voice cracking. Snape raises his brow confused. "Quirl," she began hacking.

Something was wrong! Why couldn't she say anything?

"Ms Madrigal my time will not be waisted speak properly," Snape was getting annoyed. "He does," her throat suddenly closed up on her. Her eyes widened and her throat releases sounds like her voice was cracking.

Snape clearly got fed up with this and left, leaving the young girl in near tears and unseen terror. What was wrong with her voice?

Time skip

Mirabel spent the rest of the day, trying hard to tell someone about Quirl. Every time she tried though she would start coughing before she could even say his name.

Hermione gave her cough medicine, Ron suggested she gets checked out by madam Pomfry, and Harry was just worried about her. Draco even approached her with a packet of exploding bon bons. Mirabel didn't want to take them, but he insisted, so she agreed as long as he ate them with her. He was more than happy with that deal.

She came to Proffesor Quirl's class that day and he explained curses, a specific curse got her.

"The Spoko curse is a dark magic curse that keeps one from speaking a name or discussing them in general. Other versions can make the owner of the name aware of the speaker saying it and where. It can be a large population or a small one, even one person. People say the reason no one speaks 'you know who's name' is because he cursed it so he'd know if you spoke it," Quirl explains as everyone writes down notes except Mirabel who felt her heart beating painfully in her chest. "Effects can differ from person to person, the caster of the curse can change them even to be more, painful," he looks right at her eyes as he says this and she thinks she's going to burst into tears.

She ran out the door before he could even call her to come back. She crashed into Snape who promptly took ten points from Gryffindor.

Later that night

Mirabel was scared, scared for her life. Late the night Harry, Hermione, Draco, and Neville did their detention with Hagrid Mirabel had a nightmare.

In it she was in Professor Quirl's office, he had something silver dripping from the corners of his mouth, and instead of the fabric turban on his head he wore a black hood, giving him a grim reaper experience.

He let a hand come forward from his robes, it looked knarled and old, like it became nothing, but none with the skin still attached. It dropped that silver liquid and Mirabel was frozen as it touched her forehead, pushing some hair out of her face, before slowly moving down her face leaving that liquid dripping down it. It burned her skin and she trembled unable to scream.

Her vision blurs with terrified tears as a voice spoke, but Quirl's mouth didn't move.

"You will give me your devotion,"