Before The Past

Ch. 35

I'm not really a fan of the Daily Prophet, but after all that I've seen, I may have to start reading it more often. The discussion of my vision had come up and my parents showed me the paper from a few days prior. It was as though the article was verbatim to what I had seen. Arthur Weasley, the man I saw was in fact attacked and saved by Harry Potter. He'd seen the same thing as me, possibly on the same day too. 

If I was just a 'seer', then why were some of our visions connected? Was it possibly just fate, or was there a reason behind it? 

I was snapped out of my thoughts as Jarby appeared in my room. 

"Miss Hawthorne, you've been called downstairs." He said shyly. 

"I'll be down in a moment." I responded. 

He nodded and disappeared at the snap of a finger. It must be nice to use magic outside of school. Even thought I wasn't at Ilvermorny anymore, my parents still took my wand away at home. I also wasn't particularly good at wandless magic, so I was left hopeless. 

I walked downstairs to see that all of the others were all standing together putting their coats on. My mother walked over to me and placed her hands on my shoulders, looking me up and down. 

"That'll do I suppose, put a coat and shoes on, we're going out." She sighed. 

"Out where?" I asked. 

"To an opera." She responded. 

An opera? Those things still exist? 

"Aren't those a muggle thing?" I questioned. 

"In most cases, yes, but this one is special." Narcissa smiled. 

She seemed rather excited, along with the other adults. Matteo, Draco, and I on the other hand weren't as passionate about it. 

Rather than taking a carriage, we apparated to the opera house. It was quite large, and had an old style much like the rest of London. Many people were already there, and upon watching and observing them I realized that this was indeed a 'special' occasion. Almost everyone, if not all had a dark mark on their forearm. Although the men had long sleeves on, the women all wore sleeveless dresses and wore the symbol proudly. 

I almost felt nervous walking around with so many others like my parents. Like the ones who burned down the camp during the world cup. Like the ones who killed others without a second thought and blindly followed someone who up until now was supposed to be dead. 

I stayed behind my parents, primarily watching the floor making sure to stay out of everyone's way. I wasn't sure why I was so anxious, I'd never been like this before. This was different though, the setting was different and so were the circumstances. In all honesty, I didn't want to be here.  

Matteo walked over to me and grazed my hand before grabbing it reassuringly. I looked up at him, but he stayed focused on what was in front of him. As soon as someone approached him, he let go and changed his mood demeanor entirely. 

"Mr. Riddle sir, how nice it is to see you out and about once again." An older lady in a blue satin dress exclaimed. 

"It's nice to be out, I forget just how much fun such events are." Matteo responded. 

"You're looking mighty sharp tonight, say have you met my grand daughter Astoria yet?" The lady asked as she held her arm out towards a blonde girl. 

Astoria Greengrass was the same age as me and was undoubtedly beautiful. She had good grades, a good family, the ideal traits, and personality. She was the one everyone wanted to be, and to even be with. That was likely why her grandmother pointed her out to Matteo, to peak interest.