The Tribrid and Her Prison {COMPLETE}

Everything Right in the World

The snow had stopped sometime that night, and the next day, while cold, it wasn't unbearable to be outside. Still, Newt moved his Care for Magical Creatures class inside for the time being so as not to risk sending anyone to Madam Florence with frosted toes.

Hope was in the back behind the desk feeding woodlice to all the new Bowtruckles they'd just gotten. Tina had sent them straight away from New York after rescuing them from the circus.

In fact, all the creatures from the circus now resided in Newt's suitcase, where they could look after them until they were well enough to be released back into their natural habitat.

Looking up, Hope smiled, seeing the Gryffindors and Slytherins coming in, but when she thought they would be taking their seats as usual, they all stormed to the front of the room.

"Are you okay, Hope!" Many shouted at once.

"We read what happened in the Daily Prophet!" Another yelped.

Hope frowned in confusion and stood away from the Bowtruckle cage so as not to frighten them, and then she nodded with a smile. She honestly hadn't thought anyone else would know, she'd been counting on it- but the look in their worried expressions made her heart swell.

They cared about her. They cared about what happened to her. If she were to have died, many might have even grieved her. It wasn't exactly a happy thought, but it was nice all the same. To know somebody would miss you if you were gone.

"I'm alright," she nodded, "they wrote about that in the Daily Prophet?"

Sarah nodded, the girl who had once sneered at first years in the hall was now teaching them to play Wizards Chess in the library, offering her cunning wit to help them improve.

"But I think most of it was lies," she nodded, "they said they made you perform like another creature. That isn't true...is it?"

Hope pursed her lips, receiving a few hugs here and there as she pondered the answer. "Sometimes people do horrible things because in their mind they think it's right."

"So it is true..." one of the Gryffindors whispered as Hope watched a different kind of fear seep into Sarah's eyes.

"But," Sarah started, "if someone thinks they're right, how would they ever know they're wrong? Wouldn't it all just continue because they think it's right?"

It was a good question.

Repeating history based on past values was a real problem.

Hope looked around at them, observing their little innocent faces stricken with worry about the horrors they didn't know lived outside these walls. Glancing at the corner where Newt was preparing things for class but taking his time, she knew he wouldn't interrupt this conversation.

She also knew he was listening intently.

"Well," Hope nodded, looking at Sarah and then the rest of them, "I think a lot of people have forgotten how to listen." They were all completely quiet now. "Those Poachers probably grew up in places where doing something like this was okay. They heard it all the time- their family members and friends. However, when you only listen to the people around you, you don't hear the rest of the world. While one place might think one way, another place thinks differently. Many people settle for what they already know; they don't think outside the circle they grew up in, but that's not how it should be. If one group is screaming one thing, but you hear off in the distance, something different. A different thought, a different idea. You shouldn't just scream back that they're wrong and you're right, and this is just how the world works. You should be asking why. Why do they think this way- what brought them to this conclusion? Ask questions from all over, and listen to everyone before you decide for yourself. Don't... take it as truth because that's what people have told you. Just because they say it and are older doesn't always mean they're right." Hope sighed softly. "Then there are some people who know it's wrong. They know it hurts people, but they do it anyway because they think what they want and what they think is the only thing that should matter. But that's the best part about this place. You're at Hogwarts learning about the world you'll eventually explore for yourself. You're not just learning a few spells to use your wand just to wash dishes or sweep the floor. You are here learning to use magic so that when you go out into that world," she pointed at the window, "you can stop the people that do these things."