The Conquest of the Ember Heart | F! OC x S.S. x O.G. x G.W.

Flashback from hell

My temple touched the cold floor of the girls bathroom. My vision flickered from the heat my body was giving off.

The pain was gone but the fire burned hotter than before. Without thinking, I crawled to the toilets. My Hands were covered with black veins and dark red spots. I was afraid I would start burning. With the last bit of sense I locked the toilet stall behind me and stripped the clothes off my body. I put them over the door and sat on the toilet. Naked. At that point I couldn't see anything anymore. My mind raced back to the moments after defeating Ranrock.

tears rolled down my face, heart beating fast.
I did it, I defeated Ranrock. Hot liquid dripped down my face and arms.
Rocks started to collapse, I stabilized them with reparo but grew afraid I wouldn't make it.
A second Spell hit the rocks and I saw my mentor helping me.
„You need to contain it" Professor fig shouted through the immense loud noise of decay.

With all of my might I casted ancient magic in the air trying to collect this evil form of magic. I was on verge of collapsing and felt how this Magic was almost alive, trying to find something living.
„You are stronger than you know" Fig said now calmer.
I took a deep breath focusing on collecting all of it, when the mood suddenly dropped and the dark magic raced towards me.
Chills ran down my spine and before I could react my ears got numb. The dark force broke through my chest at breakneck speed. An immense bang echoed through the cave.
My body flew through the air and landed hard on the cold floor. I cried out when I felt my body aching. Flames blazed from my chest and blood spurted out. My body felt like lava. With trembling hands I took a bottle of wiggenweld potion out of my enchanted pouch and swallowed it down. As I looked down on my body I saw that the wound healed itself and I noticed that the evil ancient magic was gone from the air. My mind immediately alerted me to look for professor fig. With the last amount of adrenalin I jumped up and scanned the area for my Mentor. My legs were about to give up.

I found him a couple of yards next to me. lying, coughing, with weak breath. I pulled out Myriams wand, I took from the floor earlier and rushed to him. he looked bad, broken and the worst thing was the pool of blood he was lying on. I cried out his name, my heart was pounding.
The tears didn't stop falling. I startet to hyperventilate.

„Myriam" He mouthed. I gave him her wand and he took it with weak hands. With blood covered hands I searched for another healing potion.
„Myriam would have loved you, my young friend" He murmured. I clenched my teeth, to the point it was hurting. This couldn't happen, he cant die!
„No!" I demanded and tried to open the cork from the flask. His hands stopped me.
„The Wizarding world could not be in more capable hands" he smiled weakly and let out his last breath.

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Air.
Breathing.
I gasped and filled my lungs with air when I came back to consciousness. My heart was calm and so was I.

To my surprise.

I opened my eyes and was shocked by what I was seeing. Deep black burn marks on each side of the toilet walls. The wood crumbled to the floor and in the door in front of me was a hole, still burning.

I couldn't believe it. I grabbed my clothes as fast as I could and put them back on. Now outside the cabin I stared at the small blazing flames. With slow steps I walked backwards away from it. My fingers wrapped around the metallic handle of my wand and pointed it at the hole.

„Chillio" I casted out and watched the cabin freeze. Even the tiles on the floor were black and shaped two footmarks. I still couldn't comprehend that it was me who did it. So I ran. I ran out of the Bathroom and didnt look back. I saw two slytherin girls entering it after me, hearing them gasp.
But I didnt stop.

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the bursting bubble of a potion in my cauldron brought me back to the present. Poppys chatter with Leander had driven me further and further away from reality. It was all so normal. Scary to be honest. I was thinking about how the night before had ended. Now looking back at it, it felt like a feverdream.

We were standing behind our cauldrons, in professor sharps classroom, brewing a new kind of potion to prepare us for the N.E.W.T.s.
The task we were given was to brew an Everlasting Elixir.

While poppy was still talking about god-knows what with the Griffindoor boy, I had buried my face in the book of Advanced Potion-Making, looking desperately for helpful instructions.

As I looked over the top of the book at the sticky, death-smelling broth in my pot, I had to give up. With a deep sigh, I grabbed my wand and made the abomination disappear. For the second time, I grabbed the required ingredients from my bag and placed them on my surface. I got some new paper from Professor Sharp's table, just as I was about to reach for it, someone grabbed it from the other side.
„Oh sorry, you go ahead" Garreth smiled. I looked up and my mood brightened instantly.
„Well, thank you" I said and took a parchment for me and held one out for him.
„did you have to try again?" he teased and took a hold of the parchment as we walked side by side to our cauldrons.

„Yes, it was certainly dead and smelled even worse" I chuckled and wrinkled my nose.
„and what about you?" I asked curiously, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever he was brewing.
„Well" he scratched the back of his head.
„I actually was not doing the task" he grinned sheepishly.
„Shocker" I laughed, now lightly blushing.
I couldn't quite understand but I thought it was rather cute of him to dismiss the assignment.

„Sharp caught me doing mischief and lectured me on how I was waisting my talent. I am pretty impressed you haven't noticed his loud rant. Which went on for a good couple of minutes, by the way" Garreth added and nudged me in the shoulder.
„I wasn't fully present mentally. Hence the reason why my elixir turned into a nasty broth." I explained giggling while running my fingers through my hair. He now smiled at me with amused eyes.
„I wanted to ask you something" he uttered and cleared his throat.
„yes?" I actually got nervous thinking he might need me to steal something for him again.
Whats with him and stealing anyways?
And why did I like the rush of it?

"Would you like to join me for the Griffindoor tryouts next week? I could use a moral support." he asked and it put a grin to my face.
"Sure"I said, playing it cool.

Oh! He likes me.
But I didn't want it to become something serious, but you could make friends. good friends...