The Unwanted Malfoy Heiress

Six: "Can I see...magic?"

Two figures, one a slender bearded wizard and the other a portly wizard, are conjuring advanced transfiguration spells to build the pensieve chamber. They are both dressed in clothing that would be fashionable for the fifteenth century. Only the portly gentleman's clothing seems to be more English in design. The slender wizard resembles the famous muggle painter and inventor Leonardo Da Vinci. The slender wizard conjured a few more finishing support columns, and they both nod at their results.

"All is in place," the portly wizard reports. "Whoever is destined to find your port key will have quite the trial in reaching this chamber. But Percival, if I may, I do not believe that our precautions will be enough."

"The pathway we laid out will only be impossible to find for those who can not see traces of ancient magic as I can," Percival assures his friend. "And if we are correct, Charles, we must have hope that whoever reaches this chamber in my Gringotts vault can be entrusted with our secrets."

Charles shakes his head, doubtful, "Your ability to see traces of ancient magic will not be enough, Percival. I see far too many variables as to where this plan of yours can go sour in a heartbeat," He snaps his fingers for dramatic emphasis. "We are entrusting this possible new Keeper with secrets that dark wizards and witches will do anything to get their malicious hands upon."

Percival nodded, understanding, "I understand your caution, my friend, but all the same, we have to have faith that the wizard or witch destined to wield this power is not of an evil mindset who will be easily seduced by its powers."

Charles sighed, "Yes. Yes, you always cautioned me to have more faith. I suppose we have done all that we can to prepare for both outcomes. Come, Percival, let us be off for the feast at my castle..."

🌌🌌🌌🌌

The pensieve memory cut off at this point, and so Professor Fig and I had no choice but to leave it. We both digested this new information that we both learned, and then the thought occurred to me, "Sir, can I see... magic?"

He looked at me, astonished, "Of an ancient form, yes, I would say so. Were the swirls of magic they were conjuring earlier what you were seeing all of this time?"

"Yes, it would seem so."

"How extraordinary. I cannot pretend to know the whole story behind this mystery we seem to be involved in. However, I think it is clear that your abilities to see and possibly wield this ancient magic are the keys to understanding why. We should -"

His words were cut off by sounds coming from the other side of the door he had entered upon.

"We're not alone," Fig whispered to me. "Stay close."

I took out my wand and nodded. The conversation on the other side of the door seemed muffled but angry. Then, a group of goblins led by a particularly malicious red eyed goblin wearing some form of metal arm armor stomped in. Our goblin bank teller who escorted us to this very bank vault was cowering beside the red eyed leader.

"I was right after all," the leader declared in a dark gruff voice, "I didn't think after all this time no one was gonna visit Rackham's vault. Now, let's make this easy, shall we? Just give me whatever it is Rackham had in here, and we can let bygones be bygones."

Fig moved in to defend me, "I'm not giving you a damn thing, Ranrok."

Ranrok shrugged, "Mmh, well then, perhaps your young...friend here will be more helpful."

"I'll die before I let you touch her."

Professor Fig shot out a knockback jinx. Only Ranrok blocked it with his special metal gauntlet and shot it back to us. Neither of us had time to defend ourselves as we were thrown against the farthest wall. We were stunned for a moment, but we got up, and just as we were about to begin fighting Ranrok and his goon squad a huge giant of a knight made entirely of ancient magic came up from the floor of where the pensieve was and began attacking the goblins.

Professor Fig seemed momentarily distracted by all that was going on that it took me shouting at him to get him to move. A column almost fell on us as the giant pensieve knight crashed into it, and that was when I saw the portal doorway that brought me to this chamber reveal a way out of this place.

"I know a way out!" I shouted. "Follow me!"

Fig nodded and we ran towards the portal. We both touched it just as the chamber was about to be completely decimated from within.

I heard before I felt the calming sounds of a forest around me. Compared to the noise of the battle of earlier, the peace of this place sounded almost jarring to me.

Professor Fig saw a lamp post that gave us where our bearings were. "Sir, where are we precisely?"

Fig's blue eyes widened. "Well, I'll be. Apparently, Percival Rackham had this escape route set up to ensure that we would arrive just where we need to...on the grounds of Hogwarts castle itself."

I looked at the sign that said that the pathway to Hogwarts was another four miles. I groaned inwardly, "And not an inn in sight. I wish I were back at Beauxbatons already."

"Don't fret Miss Malfoy. If we make it on time you can enjoy the welcome feast," Fig assured me.

I rolled my eyes. "Mmhm, and an Abraxan will magically appear to fly us to the castle. I'm happy already."

"It's only four miles. Don't tell me you can't keep up with this old man," He winked.

I laughed, "Just watch me, Grandpere."

We walked along the path, relieved that no further dangers accosted us along the way. However, when we arrived at the castle for the sorting ceremony, my godfather Nigel Black was not pleased with Professor Fig in the slightest...

A.N. : I realized that I forgot to include the death of the goblin bank teller by Ranrok's hands in here, but he definitely did die as players of Hogwarts Legacy will know. You can watch the clip at the top of the chapter if you want to know how the scene plays out in the Canon story. I apologize that the MC in that You Tube clip isn't a witch....