SHADOWS OF SORROW [S.S]

12 - In the Shadow of Salazar

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It's been a few days since Amaya's little incident in the Slytherin dormitory. She's been talking to Professor Weasley about it and eventually she was met with a dilemma. There was no plausible explanation for burning down the room, except the truth. The truth that her and Fig agreed to keep under a veil of lies until they understood ancient magic better than they did now. "Listen Amaya...." Weasley crossed her fingers under her chin for her head to rest upon as she eyed the witch over the brim of her glasses, hanging low on the bridge of her nose. "We both know something is out of place, considering your late arrival at Hogwarts and the witch fire still burning through the sheets that we dumped in a spare room in the castle. They never went out since you burned them which is causing me a lot of headaches lately. Is there something I need to know? Because if there is no specific reason for threatening your fellow students like this, I don't know if we can keep you here at Hogwarts." With every word, Amaya slumped more into her chair, already feeling the wood that was supposed to be at her back's level, behind her head. Even if she did tell Weasley the truth she might still consider her dangerous, wouldn't she? "I think we should talk with Professor Fig."

"I came as fast as I could. Is everything alright?" Fig stumbled into Weasley's office, almost missing the stairs, heading for Amaya in a chair in front of the Deputy headmistress. She just nodded at him, not daring to say that it wasn't alright they had to confess about their secret activities in the Map chamber below the school. "Eleazar, you probably already heard of the Slytherin Common room incident. I suppose trying to keep it shut only made it more of a topic to talk about for our students. Amaya said she wanted you here to talk about why exactly she endangered her fellow room companions. Why is that?" Fig's eyes darted to the Slytherin immediately, who was still slouching in her chair, feeling the need to disappear from this situation as fast as possible. Maybe even evaporate from existence if this discussion resulted in her having to leave Hogwarts because she was too much of a danger to the other students. "You want to tell her about it? Are you sure?" Amaya nodded again, knowing there wasn't another way anymore, hoping Weasley's calm nature would make a difference in the outcome she expected from this. Fig sighed at that, sitting down in the chair next to his student, his hands getting rid of the sweat in his palms, rubbing them on his wool pants.

"It's rather complicated... when I was training with Amaya back in summer she told me about a familiar accident, but I was as clueless as you are now as to why that happened. By now I think we both know why that occurs." Weasley lifted one eyebrow in anticipation for the whole story, her eyes switching between the two people in front of her. "Well, why?" Amaya and Fig exchanged a quick glance, her Professor practically begging her to explain, because it was her own experience and she was the only one who knew how it felt. She was the only one who experienced the pain of the lightning flooding her body, and hearing the screams in her dreams, hoping each night, her ears wouldn't start bleeding from the bone shattering sounds, vibrating through her skull. "I was having a really... hard time when my letter reached me. It felt like I was being saved by the wizarding world after everything I've been through and I savored every moment from the training with Professor Fig to this very moment." Even if she talked highly of her time in Hogwarts, it wouldn't change the outcome, would it? "But my past haunts me. Particularly the loss of a person very dear to me. It happens rarely, but I have nightmares such as the one from a few nights ago where I can't control my magic anymore. I've endangered my best friend with it as well but he wasn't as lucky as Imelda and Nerida were." Amaya thought of Jasper's outlines in the wood fire ash on the walls of the attic, sighing as she lowered her head a little, her hands fumbling with each other in her lap. "Professor Fig and I discovered that the kind of magic I possess is rather special and hasn't been seen for a couple centuries."