Ivy Potter, Year Four | Raised By The Malfoys

Chapter Fifty Six: Contact

          On the way to the headmaster's office, Padfoot went between my legs and forced me to ride him. A tiny laugh escaped with my breath and Charlie laughed softly next to me. Harry and Mrs. Weasley said nothing and Charlie knocked on the headmaster's door. When he called us in, Professor Snape quickly looked at me from where he stood beside Professor Dumbledore. I got off of Padfoot and I leaned against Charlie so Padfoot returned to his true form, Sirius.

          "What is he doing here?!" Mrs. Weasley gasped.

          Charlie didn't fight me when I stopped him, despite all I could do was hold his hands. Professor Snape was also surprised to see Sirius Black here. I was out of breath already and Charlie had me lean back on him as I stood in front of him. Mrs. Weasley looked at us for a moment but Professor Dumbledore began to explain Sirius Black's innocence. They believed him and Professor Dumbledore explained what I had missed the past day and what happened the night of the Final Task.

          He explained the Priori Incantatem effects, which is how I could talk to Cedric's and Lily's ghosts and why they were summoned. They were spirits as Lord Voldemort's victims. Yesterday, a dementor performed the Kiss on Junior and Minister Fudge doesn't believe any of our stories because of the articles Rita Skeeter wrote on us. Harry said that he reported the names of the Death Eaters we saw, including Lucius Malfoy, but Minister Fudge said that they were already pardoned. To our surprise, Headmaster Karkaroff fled once Lord Voldemort returned because he betrayed the Death Eaters. Professor Snape even exposed his Dark Mark but the Minister left yesterday after giving Harry our winnings. Professor Dumbledore said that he sent Bill and Mr. Weasley to contact ministry members that would support our cause and he was going to revive the Order of the Phoenix that fought in the First Wizarding War.

          Sirius hugged Harry and then me after Professor Dumbledore was done explaining. I hugged him tightly. It was so good to see him. He pulled a strand of my hair but it was too short for me to see.

          "You have strands of white hair," he said.

          "It's complicated," I said.

          Professor Dumbledore ensured that we would all be sworn to secrecy so I could explain. Sirius kept his arm over my shoulders and I had my arm around his back. With difficulty, I told them how I lost my temper when Wormtail was going to move Cedric's body. With my rage, I lost connection to Lilyth and I heard voices in an ancient language. The incantation I was using destroyed the tombstone of Tom Riddle Senior but when I was on the grass, it died around me. As the circle of dying grass grew, I only focused on one person. Harry sacrificed his hands to cover my eyes and mouth before I could finish the last word. Harry showed me his hands and they were already healing. I hugged him tightly and apologized.

          I had already come to the theory that by taking life, my hair was not going to grow and the white streak must be from using the incantation. My lip was stitched because of the depth of my bite, but I only told them that Lord Voldemort took my blood, without explaining how. We told him that he returned as his 16 year old body because he used at least 5 feet worth of my hair. The only other injuries I had was the Acromantula bite but my body was overall exhausted from using so much old magic and losing too much blood. I was told to remain in the hospital wing for another day and I might be able to be released by dinner. Padfoot insisted I ride him again to the hospital wing. The five of us returned there and there wasn't much more for us to say.