Worthy Of Magic

Part 37 - Liberation

September Nineteen Ninety-Five- Hogwarts

Tracey had been experiencing a new feeling ever since the blackout. Not just her, every student still in the castle from age eleven to eighteen were slowly but surely turning wild.

Knowing she was trapped in a castle was a unique prison. Everyone began to forget the past. Parents began to become faint memories. The strings created by society to control their minds began to unravel. The teachings of qualified professors paid to educate students began to hold no meaning anymore.

Cedric Diggory led the idea this feeling was either freedom or oppression.

Many chose it to mean freedom and they truly felt free of rules that had governed them since birth.

Those who could not cast off those strings began to suffer and wither. They had mental breakdowns. The infirmary was overflowing with depression and anxiety attacks.

Tracey had chosen freedom and those like her gained something they had thought only people they looked up to possessed. The power to bring sheep to them and create their own herd. They became leaders and Tracey was part of a group that decided to fuck the rules and do what they pleased.

She had become a rebel and it felt liberating in the atmosphere of doom that gloomed on Hogwarts.

The real power however was held by those with information and Hermione Granger had become powerhouse by being the link between all centres in Hogwarts that were researching the ward.

She had started her own research when her mind clashed with all majority of the researchers and was denied of her ideas coming to fruition. Her age factored in their measure of knowledge.

Tracey had been glad she was able to convince Hermione not to follow Blaise's stupid plan. Her efforts paid dividends when she became part of what could only be a new world. It was surreal and insane and she secretly loved it. That was what bonded their group together. They loved what was going on and the freedom they had discovered because of it.

Today they had made a breakthrough. Their combined ridiculous, from a certain perspective, ideas – had given birth to a new perspective.

It had taken a casual comment from the other worldly Luna Lovegood for Hermione to connect the runes to something similar she had once seen Harry Potter scribbling in his diary.

And on his bedside table were a leather bound diary and an ethereal white wand.

Inside the diary, the runes and neat scribbles of words baffled their collective minds. They understood none of it. Apart from the name Harry, neatly written in bold letters, on the first page, in the right top corner, they couldn't make heads or tails of the drawings.

What Hermione did say was the runes bared a strange similarity with the runes drawn by Babbling.

Hermione had lost faith in her trust of professors and from the sudden emptiness was born a girl who was always meant to be a rising star - unstoppable by her peers.

Without Daphne's shadow over her and her reliance on authority figures, Hermione had found something liberating.

She discovered the freedom to broaden her mind.

The top floor of the Astronomy Tower had been transformed into a new dormitory and within it where floating hammocks, pillows on the floor and lots and lots of blankets strewn around.

The balcony had been extended with the help of Professor Flitwick and lounge chairs populated the open space.

Hermione sat in the corner near the entrance and kneeling behind her, peering over her shoulder, into the diary were Hitomi and Luna.